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The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual
relationships.  If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or
otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.*

*  *  *

*Kathy*

Copyright (c) 1991, 1998, 2001 by Morgan. All rights reserved.

Please note the original copyright date.  This story was
basically written ten years ago and was originally posted in
1988.  As a result, you will likely find obsolete references. 
I'm afraid you'll just have to live with it; it's too tedious
trying to keep up with the latest and greatest.  It was
previously posted on ASSM in 1998, but not since then.

Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_.  The
reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a
word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my
intent.  Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold
face.  If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of
things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there.

More of my works are posted on my site <www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Morgan/www> 
If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at
morg105829@aol.com.

*  *  *

*Book I*

*Chapter 1*

Kathy Smith was doing something different tonight, having just
quit her job.  She visited Charley's, a bar she owned in town. 
Normally, she would sit at a table but tonight she wanted to talk
to Charley.  She was sitting at the corner of the bar nursing a
club soda with a lime.  It was nearly eleven o'clock on a Friday
night in Norfolk, Virginia.  The crowd was, as usual, almost
entirely Navy personnel.  Located across from the main gate of
the Naval Base, it was a primary hangout for sailors.  After all,
Norfolk was the headquarters facility of the entire U.S. Atlantic
Fleet.

Charley, the manager and ostensible owner, was protective of
Kathy.  He was tending bar while looking over the crowd. 
Although he made a point of keeping the stool next to hers free,
while he was at the other end of the bar a naval officer in
uniform sat on the stool next to hers.  Although he wore the rank
of commander, he looked like a wreck.  His uniform looked like it
had been slept in despite the man looking like he hadn't slept in
days.  Charley didn't like it, but there wasn't much he could do
about it.  The officer looked dead tired, but he was still about
six feet three, and appeared to weigh something better than two
hundred pounds.  He was more than Charley cared to take on.

Kathy looked at the officer and felt a unique sensation surge
through her.  Without conscious thought, she turned and said,
"You look like you lost your last friend."

Charley saw what was happening and was astonished.  This was the
first time Kathy had ever spoken to anyone in the place except
for himself and a few of the staff.  For that matter, she seldom
came in at all.

Kathy Smith was a built like a dream: five feet seven, with a
figure and movements like an athletic model.  Although not
apparent from her present conservative dress, Charley knew she
had a perfect figure.  Tonight she was wearing a camel's hair
skirt, cashmere sweaters, and a simple gold chain. _As usual,_
Charley thought, _she looks like a million bucks._

Kathy continued looking at the stranger and feeling the strange
sensation.  The officer tried to focus on her.  "I don't like
women!"

"Why not?" she asked quietly.

"They're all bitches!"

"All of them?"

"I guess so... at least my ex-wife is.  She's a real bitch."

"Have you eaten?" Kathy asked. _My God!  What am I *doing?*_ she
wondered.

"I guess so, but I can't remember exactly when."

"Today?"

"I'm not sure."

"Would you like to take a ride?"

"Let's go."

Kathy got up off her stool and gave Charley a private wink on the
way out.  Charley just shook his head in amazement.  She and the
officer went around the corner of the building to her car, a new
BMW 635 CSi.  She unlocked it and said, "Hop in."

"Is this _yours?"_

"Yes."

"The B-girl business must be better than I thought.  I had better
warn you, though: I don't have any money.  What little my ex-wife
didn't get, my lawyer did."

Kathy gave him an icy look.  "Thanks a lot."

Kathy started the BMW up and drove off, smoothly shifting up
through the gears.  After leaving the Expressway, she drove in a
circuitous route to an office-apartment complex in Virginia
Beach.  At a gate, she reached for an electronic controller,
pressed the button and the gate swung open.  Beyond the courtyard
a garage door was automatically rising.  She drove into the
garage and shut off the engine.

"Hop out.  We're here."

"Where is here?" he asked.

"My place.  Come on up."  She took a key from her purse and put
it into a wall switch.  The steel door in front of them slid open
revealing a wood-paneled elevator car.  They got in and Kathy
pushed an unmarked button.  As she did, she turned to her
companion and held out her hand.  "Let me introduce myself.  My
name is Kathy Smith."

"Hi.  I'm Ken Stark."  He shook hands and was surprised at the
firmness of her grip.

The elevator door smoothly slid open revealing a quietly
decorated entrance hall.  To their right was the main entrance to
the apartment.  They went on through the living room to the
kitchen with Kathy turning on lights as she went.

"What would you like?  I could whip up a couple of steaks and a
salad, if that's okay."

"That sounds great," Ken replied.

Kathy noticed that Ken was starting to relax.  She noticed laugh
lines now appearing when he smiled.  It was obvious that his
depressed attitude was not his normal condition.  "Why don't you
make yourself comfortable?  Would you like to fix yourself a
drink?"

"Sure.  What do you have and where do you keep it?"

"Just about everything, and it's in the bar over there."

Ken looked and saw a fully-equipped wet bar located between the
living room and another room he guessed to be the library.  "I
think I'll just have a beer.  What can I get you?"

"I'll join you.  There's Sam Adams in the refrigerator."

He opened the refrigerator and found at least six brands of beer.
 Most were imported.  He found the Sam Adams and opened two
bottles.  "Do you want a glass?"

"Please.  They're in the cabinet right above you."

Ken found the beer glasses in a chiller paneled to appear to be a
piece of furniture.  He poured the beers and returned to the
kitchen.  "All the comforts.  I've never seen a place with so
many.  The B-girl business is _much_ better than I thought.

"That's the second time you've said that, and I didn't appreciate
it the first time.  Actually, I'm a lawyer."

"Business must be pretty good.  How old are you, anyway?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm twenty-six.  How old
are you?"

"How old am I, or how old do I feel?"

"Both."

"Well, I guess my driver's license says I'm thirty-one; I just
feel like I'm 110."

While they talking Kathy was preparing two gorgeous steaks.  "Do
you like spicy food?"

"I guess so.  Why?"

"I'll try something different, then.  Tell me about your
problems."

"I would rather not.  It would just bore you and infuriate me."

"Would you like to clean up a bit?  You look like you've been
going for days.  Come on, I'll show you where."

Ken allowed himself to be led to the master bedroom and then into
a bathroom off it.

"Good grief!  I've never seen anything quite like this."

He stopped and stared like a bumpkin.  The bathroom was larger
than most bedrooms.  It had two sinks, a shower, a tub the size
of a small swimming pool and opened out through glass doors to a
private swimming pool area beyond.  The area was beautifully
landscaped and surrounded with a palisade-type fence about ten
feet high providing complete privacy in all directions except
from directly overhead.  Ken turned to Kathy, "What floor are we
on?"

She grinned.  "The sixth.  Why?"

"Just asking.  I thought it was impossible to put a swimming pool
up this high."

"It can be done.  It just takes money."

"Obviously."

Kathy left Ken alone in the bathroom after showing him where a
full array of men's toiletries were kept.  Ken continued to look
around in amazement.  His wife had been a world-class slob,
particularly in the bathroom.  There were always undies, makeup,
tissues and other debris lying around.  Ken thought about taking
a shower, but didn't feel like getting back into his dirty
clothes.  He realized he looked terrible.  Taking off his tunic
-- he was wearing his officer's whites -- Ken decided to settle
on a wash and a shave.  A whore's bath would have to do.  He
noticed that all the men's toiletries were Polo by Ralph Lauren.
Since every container was the same shade of green, it took a few
moments to figure out which was which.  He washed, shaved,
splashed on some cologne and started to feel human again.  After
dressing again he returned to the kitchen.

"Feel better?" Kathy asked.  "You certainly look and smell
better, at least if you like the fragrance of Polo.  I do."

"Who's stuff is that?  Isn't your boyfriend going to be pissed
when he finds a stranger has been using his things?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Then what is it there for?"

"For you to use.  And you just did.  Let's eat.  I didn't think I
was hungry until I started cooking.  Now I'm famished."

"Good grief!  It's almost two o'clock."

"As I said, let's eat," Kathy repeated with a smile.

They sat down at a counter built as a part of the kitchen
cabinets.  The two steaks looked beautiful; they had been Cajun
blackened.  Along with baked potatoes, there was a beautiful
salad.  Ken went to the bar and returned with two more beers. 
The dinner passed without conversation.  When they finished,
Kathy told Ken to go into the living room and sit down while she
cleaned up.

He sat down on the sofa and that was the last thing he
remembered.*Chapter 2*

Kathy sat on the sofa in the living room with her legs tucked
under her, trying to read a book.  She was wearing a man's pajama
top with only one of its buttons fastened.  She could see Ken
still asleep in the bedroom.  She tried to analyze her motives,
but could not.  She had picked up a man in a bar!  She had never
done anything like it in her life!

She remembered with a small smile how she had returned to the
living room early in the morning to find Ken out like a light,
the poor guy.  He had just collapsed.  She remembered struggling
to get him into bed, and she shivered as she recalled stripping
off his clothes piece by piece.  The effect must be similar to
men watching a stripper perform with the excitement coming more
from the anticipation than the realization.  When he was fully
naked she admired his body.  He had broad shoulders and narrow
hips; in spite of its hard use his body was that of a trained
athlete.  Just then Kathy saw Ken stirring on the bed.

Ken looked around and found that he was in the king-sized bed he
had seen in the bedroom the previous night.  He was naked. 
Looking around, there was no sign of his clothes.  Looking
through the doorway he saw Kathy sitting on the sofa with her
legs tucked under her wearing a man's pajama top.  The bed showed
the marks of shared occupancy.  He tried to remember what had
happened.  He had the vaguest recollection of making love -- of
achieving a marvelous physical release.  But was it all a dream?

Kathy looked up and saw him.  "Hi, sleepyhead.  Have you rejoined
the ranks of the living?"

"I think so.  I would get up, but I'm not dressed.  What do I
do?"

"You get up.  How do you think you got into bed in the first
place?"

"You did it?" Ken asked incredulously.  "How?"

"I'm practiced," she said enigmatically.  "You'll find a robe
that fits in the closet.

Ken got out of bed, ignoring his nakedness.  Going to the closet
he found a navy-blue flannel bathrobe.  It was a perfect fit and
seemed to be brand new.  He put it on and went out to the
kitchen.  Kathy was bending over the stove as he came up behind
her.  Her pajama top was hiked up in the rear exposing a gorgeous
little ass.  Ken couldn't resist.  He put his hands over her
asscheeks and squeezed.

Kathy gave a little yelp and then seemed to melt.  He continued
to gently squeeze, while she had her hands on the range, making
soft mewing sounds.  His right hand continued around her body. 
He put it on her prominent mound and received a surprise.  Her
mound of Venus was bare -- there was no pubic hair.  He slowly
moved his hand and entered her cunt.

Kathy straightened up slowly.  She didn't turn nor did she try to
move his hand.  She just leaned back against him.  By now both of
his hands were around her body gently exploring it.  He found
that her belly was flat while her breasts were perfectly
proportioned and beautifully sized.  Ken loved nice boobs, but
didn't like cows.  He unbuttoned the only fastened button on the
pajama top Kathy was wearing and let it drop to the floor, then
gently turned her around to face him.  "You're beautiful.  You
know that, don't you?"

"Thank you, kind sir.  Can we go to bed now?"

"That's supposed to be my line."

"You're too slow.  I'm tired of waiting."

Ken picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. 
Curiously, she seemed to be as light as a feather.  Her hair was
medium length and tawny, gold in color rather than blond.  Her
eyes were a brilliant blue and were focused on him.

When he slipped out of the robe and got into bed beside her, she
rolled over on top of him.  Ken's phallus was powerfully erect
and had been ever since the kitchen.  She got astride him and
slowly worked it into her vagina, moving her pelvis with slow
motions to help.  As he entered her she continued to move her
hips as his cock went in to its full length.  She gave a soft
sigh, and slowly started to rotate her hips.  She began making
small mewing noises as her pleasure mounted.  In the meantime,
her loins were vibrating on his cock.  It was almost as if there
was another pair of hands inside her, slowly squeezing him.  Her
body barely moved.  There was just the slow pelvic motion and
that wonderful internal movement.

Then she started to move slowly up and down on his raging member.
 To Ken it was exquisitely tormenting.  He wanted to move quickly
but Kathy wouldn't let him.  "Just lie back.  I know what I'm
doing," she said.

Her movements increased in tempo.  As Ken was about to release,
she slowed her movements just enough to bring him down from his
peak only to bring him back up again moments later.  He lost
count of how many times he had been up and down.  His whole being
started to scream for release.  But still Kathy maintained the
tempo, nearly to climax then retreat.  Each time it seemed that
the peak was higher than the time before, but still she wouldn't
let him cum.  Her moans, increasing in intensity, showed she was
reaching her own peak.

Finally, he could contain it no longer and his phallus exploded.
It seemed that he would never stop cuming.  His release triggered
an eruption at the heart of Kathy's being.  It had never ever
been like this before for her or for him.  She screamed.  Her
climax was so powerful she lost consciousness and collapsed on
top of him.

* * *

Kathy awoke and found herself entwined on the bed with Ken.  She
stretched her arms and legs languorously.  It had been so long
since she had been with a man.  And it had never been like this.
She looked over Ken's body.  It was beautiful, but scarred.  She
continued the exploration of his body that she had begun the
night before but the light was better this time.  She looked
again at the dimpled bullet scars on his upper arm and shoulder.
Feeling playful, she tweaked her nipples to make them turgid and
then found that her stiff pink nipple just fit into the
depressions on Ken's body.  She looked down and found him looking
at her with his grey eyes.  His hair was brown, she thought, but
it had been bleached by the sun to a color similar to her own. 
He grinned up at her and she grinned back.  Slowly, she slid down
his body, kissing it and running her nipples over it.  It was
exciting to feel his body hair on her smooth skin.  Ken started
to run his hands over her body.  "What are you doing?" sheasked.

"It's figure study by the braille method.  You're beautiful."

Kathy moved up and kissed him. _Good grief,_ she thought. _That's
the first time I've ever kissed him._  The kiss lasted.  She
heard bells and felt her body start to go limp.  It was as if her
bones and muscles were turning to jelly.

"Do you hear them too?" Ken asked.

"Mmm, Mmm.  I guess you mean the bells?"

"Have you ever heard them before?"

"Nope.  Have you?"  Kathy slid down Ken's body again.  When she
got down to his sex, she stopped and studied it.  "You have a
beautiful cock," she said.

"And you have a beautiful body."

She took his member into her mouth.  Because of their earlier
exertions, it was now flaccid.  She ran her tongue slowly over
its head, and took the tip inside her mouth.  Ken lay back. 
"What _are_ you doing?" he asked.

"Just finding out what you taste like.  You taste of cum and, I
guess, my cunt juices.  It's wonderful."

As she continued to run her tongue over his prick, it started to
stiffen to attention.  Just then, with his prick in her mouth,
Ken pivoted on the bed.  His face was opposite her cunt.  "It's
beautiful.  I don't think I've ever seen a hairless cunt before.
Why did you do it?"

Kathy didn't answer.  Instead, her head started moving up and
down over what was now a full erection.  Ken watched in amazement
as, without apparent effort, she took it all the way into her
mouth.  The feeling was wonderful.  She was doing with her mouth
and tongue what earlier she had done with her vagina: slowly
squeezing and massaging his vibrant sex.

In the meantime Ken had spread Kathy's legs.  He noticed that
they were like dancer's legs, smoothly muscled and firm, not
soft.  He put his face near her cunt and extended his tongue
causing Kathy to moan softly and spread her legs wider to give
him easier access.  His tongue entered her and found her magic
button.  He got it between his teeth and gently bit on it.  He
ran his tongue in and out, slowly sucking in the accumulation of
fluids.  It _did_ taste good.  As his tongue went in and out, her
hips were undulating.  Ken was beside himself.  While his mouth
was encountering exquisite tastes, he could feel his prick being
massaged and his balls gently kneaded.  Again, he could feel
himself taken to a peak where he felt he had to explode.

Each time Kathy eased back a trifle just before he had to come. 
Finally, the excitement was too great for them.  Kathy's mouth
closed over his cock swollen to its extreme size but
nevertheless, she had taken it all in.  Then he exploded.  He
could feel her swallowing quickly as she took his discharge.

At the same time, her hips moved violently; it was all he could
do to hold her beautifully muscled body as her fluids gushed.  He
licked and swallowed; they tasted great.  After licking out the
final drops, he flipped Kathy's body around so it was lying
beside his own.  Then they dropped off to sleep together.

* * *

Ken was the first to awaken this time.  He looked at the lovely
girl he was holding in his arms.  He saw a girl with skin as
smooth as satin and he wondered at his luck.  Being invited to
her apartment by a beautiful girl wasn't the way his world
worked.  He thought about his ex-wife, Sylvia.  She was different
from Kathy in every way.  At its best their sex life together had
been barely adequate.  Ken recalled that it was never as good
after the wedding as it had been before.  She used to complain
that his phallus was too big.  He couldn't recall ever getting it
all the way in.  As far as going down on him was concerned, she
said the idea was repulsive.

He realized that Sylvia didn't really like sex but knew he did. 
In fact, he felt he had to have it so she used sex as a weapon to
get what she wanted from him.  Now he wondered why he had ever
bothered.  Ken guessed that it must have been his lack of
experience with women going back to his Naval Academy days.  But
while Sylvia was reluctant, Kathy was joyous.  She seemed to love
sex and seemed to need it as much as he did.

As he studied her, Kathy's eyes opened.  She murmured, "Hi."

He just grinned at her.  Although he thought that his grin must
look dumb, she just grinned back.  She looked at him and said,
"Let's eat.  I'm starving to death, particularly with all of the
exercise we've been having.  Do you want me to melt away from
starvation?"

She got out of bed while Ken admired her sleek nakedness as she
moved gracefully with apparent total unconcern for her nudity. 
She went to the kitchen and Ken heard a few noises.  A moment
later she reappeared and went into the bathroom.  After he heard
the toilet flush and the water running, she reappeared, still
nude.

Stopping at the bed she looked down at him with her hands folded
into small fists on her hips.  "And what are you looking at?" she
asked.

"Just you.  Do you _really_ know how beautiful you are?"

"No, and neither do you.  You're just showing how little you know
about women."

"And you're just fishing for compliments.  You _are_ beautiful,
you know."

Kathy pertly stuck out her tongue and then went out to the
kitchen.  Ken got up, went into the bathroom and started to clean
himself up.  He found a toothbrush, and then jumped into the
shower.  When he came out, he put on the bathrobe and went out to
the kitchen.  He stopped and laughed.

There was Kathy, nude, wearing only a small apron, with a hurt
look on her face.  "What's so funny?" she asked with a wry little
grin.  "How would you like it if bacon fat spattered on your
tit?"

"I wouldn't know; I don't have boobs."  Ken went up to her, knelt
down, and started running his tongue over her breasts and
nipples.  He stood up and took her into his arms.  "I kissed it
to make it better."  He kissed her gently on the mouth.  She
tasted delicious.  And the bells sounded again.

"Please, Ken, I really am starving.  I know your spend is
protein, but I've never heard of it being tested for food value.
Besides, the bacon and eggs will burn."

She took them off the stove.  Ken was dazzled to find in addition
to the bacon and eggs, orange juice -- freshly squeezed -- along
with hash browns and toast.  The aroma of the coffee smelled
delicious to a sailor who lives on it.  They sat down again at
the counter side by side where they had eaten the previous night.
 The food rapidly disappeared and he realized that Kathy wasn't
just picking at hers.  She was eating like a person with a real
appetite who wasn't afraid to show it.  When he asked her about
it, she said, "I _do_ like food, and I told you I was hungry."

As they had another cup of coffee, Ken asked Kathy, "By any
chance, do you have a cigarette in the house?"

"What brand do you smoke?"

"Winston Lights, why?"

Kathy got down off the stool and went off to the other room.  Ken
loved the way her firm little ass wiggled slightly as she went
off.  A few moments later she was back with a pack of Winston
Lights and a lighter.  He opened the pack, took out a cigarette
and lighted up.  "May I have one too, please?" she asked.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't think you smoked."

"I shouldn't, and I guess I don't really, but..."

"But what?"

"It just seems to be the right thing to do after the lovemaking,
the breakfast, and the second cup of coffee."

They smoked in silence for a few moments.  Kathy rested her head
on Ken's shoulder.

"Feel good?" she asked.

"I don't know how I could possibly feel any better."

"I do.  Come with me."  Jim followed Kathy out of the kitchen and
then into the bathroom.  As she left the kitchen Kathy dropped
the little apron on the floor.  In the bathroom, she turned and
took off Ken's bathrobe.  Standing up on tiptoe she kissed him
gently on the lips.  "Come on."

She went into the shower and beckoned Ken to follow her. 
Although he had taken a quick shower earlier, he hadn't realized
how large the shower enclosure really was.  There was plenty of
room for both of them.  Again, Kathy manipulated a set of
controls that Ken hadn't noticed earlier.  Warm water poured over
them coming from every conceivable angle.  Kathy pressed a button
and suddenly the flow of water stopped.

Kathy picked up soap on a rope -- again it was Polo -- and
started to soap Ken's body.  She delighted in the way his body
hair caused the soap to lather.  She ran her hands all over his
body paying particular attention to his prick and balls which she
fondled tenderly.  Then she moved her fingers between his ass
cheeks soaping all the while.  Finally, she went to her knees and
soaped his long legs and feet.

Ken just luxuriated in the feeling.  At that point, Kathy stood
up, gave him her own soap and said acidly, "You can do this, too,
you know."

She stood there as he caressed her entire body, paying particular
attention to her gorgeous breasts.  Again, as he soaped them, her
nipples started to harden.  He continued, lathering her loins and
her ass cheeks.  Then he bent over and soaped her legs and her
feet.  At this point with her back to him Kathy pressed a button
and again they were flooded with warm water from every direction.
 She wriggled her hips and moved her ass against his prick.

Ken, just following his instinct, bent her body forward.  By this
time his prick was again fully erect and he moved it against her
ass.  Kathy bent over, grabbed a rail, and, with the water
flowing over them, spread her legs.  He put his phallus against
her anus and it slowly went in.

Again, Kathy moved, this time using her ass, with body movements
that Ken couldn't even imagine.  His hand went around her body
and was welcomed into her cunt.  Kathy put his finger on her tiny
bud, while she continued to move her hips.  Again, Ken could feel
the pressure mounting in his balls.  With so much sexual activity
in such a short time, he did not believe he could possibly get
hard again so soon, but he had.  He moved in and out slowly while
her sphincter held his weapon like a tender vise, slowly
massaging it as it went in and out.

Once again he came and Kathy screamed her release.  It seemed to
be even more violent than the times before but that was
impossible.  They sagged slowly together to the floor of the
shower as the warm water continued to flow over their bodies.

* * *

Kathy got up with a groan, activated another switch and the water
stopped.  She pulled Ken up and they got out of the shower.  Then
Kathy picked up a huge terry cloth towel and started drying him
off.  She again stood up on tiptoe and tenderly kissed his lips.
She gave him a towel and he carefully dried off her beautiful
body.  "Come on, we need to get you cleaned off."

"Cleaned off!  What was the shower for?"

"That just takes off the surface dirt and sweat.  I've got
something else."

They went through a door in the bathroom, and entered a sauna. 
As soon as he entered, Ken could feel the dry heat strike his
body.  It was hot!  Meanwhile Kathy took a small dipper and
poured water over hot rocks which caused it instantly to flash
into steam.  Then she sat beside Ken on the wooden bench and
leaned her head on his shoulder.  "You know, this sauna is much
more fun with someone to share it.  I've had it for a year or so,
but this is the first time I've had the chance to use it with a
man."

The steam rose and Ken could feel his pores opening.  Then Kathy
picked up a flat wooden stick and started scraping his skin. 
Although he thought his body was clean, what Kathy was scraping
off looked black.  When she was finished, Ken took another stick
and started to scrape her flesh.  What came off appeared to be
just the outer layer of skin with no dirt visible.

About the time he was wondering if he was going to die of
suffocation, Kathy took his hand and pulled him to his feet. 
Opening the door, they went outside.  The swimming pool he had
seen the night before was there but now he noticed a smaller
circular pool near the sauna's door.  Kathy let go of his hand
and jumped into it feet first.

Ken realized that the pool was much deeper than it seemed. 
Kathy's head disappeared below the water's surface before her
feet touched the bottom.  She bobbed to the surface and floated
vertically.  It was much too deep for her to stand on the bottom.
 She ducked her head for a moment and then surfaced.  She flipped
her hair back off her face, and grinned up at him.  She looked as
sleek as a seal.  "Come on in!  You saw how it's done."

Ken dropped into the pool next to Kathy.  And he almost died. 
The water was like ice.  Instantly, with a smooth, almost
effortless motion, Kathy pulled herself from the pool.  As she
got out, she put a foot on Ken's head and pushed him under water
again.  When his head popped up to the surface, Ken was
sputtering and shivering.  He was freezing!  Meanwhile Kathy was
laughing so hard she couldn't even stand.  Finally, she
controlled herself and gave Ken a hand, pulling him out. 
Although Ken didn't think Kathy weighed more than 120, she seemed
to pull him out without effort.  She grabbed a dry towel and,
still giggling, wrapped it around him.

Ken took her in his arms, gave her a kiss which almost caused her
knees to buckle, and then suddenly picked her up.  Dropping to
one knee, he laid her over his leg and proceeded to spank her
bottom.  The spanks were just hard enough to redden her ass
cheeks.  Kathy struggled in his grip, but she might as well have
been held by steel bands.

The spanking continued as she continued to struggle.  She
realized her clit was contacting his leg and was being stimulated
by it.  Suddenly, she came in a flood that ran down Ken's leg. 
At that point he stopped and released her, helping her to her
feet.  Again he gave her a melting kiss, tasting the salt from
the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mournfully, she backed away a step, rubbing her tender ass. 
"You're a brute!  You attacked a helpless woman!"

"You tricked me!  I almost froze to death in there.  And then you
tried to drown me!"

Kathy's grin broke through her tears.  "You know, I thought about
doing that when I had the sauna and pool put in.  It's
refrigerated water: thirty-eight degrees Fahrenheit.  I use it
almost every day, but I wasn't sure I could keep from giving it
away.  Usually, my teeth start chattering and I get goose-bumps
all over.  I thought I handled it pretty well."

At that, Ken grinned.  "You did, you stinker!  You were perfect.
I'll have to add actress to the list of your talents."  He
started to laugh, then paused.  "I hope I didn't hurt you.  I
didn't mean to."

Kathy grinned back.  "You injured my pride.  Now my bottom is
tender, in a warm sort of way."  She glared at him and said, "But
you made me cum, you brute!  On the other hand, my loins are
sore, my asshole can still feel you and my mouth and throat may
never be the same.  I still can't believe I was able to take in
your full length.  You are a woman's dream.  But if we keep up
like this much longer, I'll be a physical wreck."

They went back into the apartment and checked the time.  It was
nearly five o'clock.  "What would you like to do this evening?"
Kathy asked.  "Do you have any plans?"

Ken, standing naked looking like a Greek god, grinned at her. 
"No, I have no plans... and I don't have any clothes, either."

Kathy gave a little yelp and left the room, returning in a few
moments with what looked to be his uniform and a box.  She hung
up the uniform and gave him the box.  "I hope it all fits."

Ken opened the box and found new underwear, socks, and everything
else he needed.  "How did you know my sizes?"

"I guessed.  Did I guess right?"

"You certainly did.  You make me a little nervous sometimes.  How
did you know I like Polo toiletries?"

"I didn't.  I bought them because I like them.  The fragrance
really turns me on."

"Oh.  And I thought it was just me."

Kathy cocked her head and grinned.  "Well, maybe it's a little
bit of you, along with the Polo."

She squealed and jumped away, covering her reddened ass with her
hands as Ken made a move towards her.  When he stopped and held
out his arms, she came up to him and he kissed her.  Again, her
knees seemed to buckle.  "Do you want to go out tonight?"

Ken smiled at her.  "If you're willing, I would like to show you
off at the Officers' Club at the Base.  Would you like to go?  I
think they have a band playing on Saturday night.  I could try to
make a reservation."

"I would love to," she said.  "Let's do it!"  Arm in arm they
went into the bedroom.*Chapter 3*

The Officers' Club at the Naval Base in Norfolk is one of the
largest clubs of its kind in the world.  Since Norfolk is the
headquarters f the U.S. Atlantic Fleet, as well as the home of
countless other military installations, the size of the club is
no surprise.  Ken and Kathy drove onto the base with Ken wearing
his uniform and driving Kathy's car.  He received a snappy salute
from the guard on the gate after showing his ID and then drove up
to the entrance of the club.

"Why don't you get out here?" Ken asked.  "I'll go park thecar."

Kathy said she would rather stay with him.

He put the car in gear and found a parking spot.  Opening Kathy's
door, he handed her out of the car.  Again, he was startled at
how beautiful she looked.  Tonight, she was wearing a white
cocktail dress with a full skirt.  With her even tan and golden
hair, she was exquisite.  Ken realized that she must use her
private pool area to tan in the nude because he now knew she had
a mark-free tan.  Her only jewelry was a large sapphire hanging
from a golden chain around her neck.  The gem was the color of
her eyes.

Ken was pleased that they were the focus of all eyes as they
entered the club, and it was Kathy's astonishing beauty that was
attracting the attention.  Looking at her closely, he realized
she was blushing.

"It's just your beauty, Hon.  I keep telling you, but you don't
listen."

The headwaiter nearly fell over himself to seat Kathy at a very
prominent table.  Ken took his seat and groaned.

Kathy looked at him with concern in her eyes.  "What's the
trouble?"

"I'm an idiot.  Here we are at the club and _now_ I remember I
don't have any money!"

Kathy smiled at him an asked, "Have you checked?"

"What do you mean, have I checked?  I left the ship last night
with less than five bucks, and I spent most of that before I met
you.  Good grief!  I don't even remember paying the bill last
night at Charley's."

"Don't worry about it," she said, "I own the place."  He gaped in
amazement.  Then she said, "Why don't you check your wallet
anyway.  You never can tell."

Ken unbuttoned the flap on his hip pocket and took out his
wallet.  Thinking about it, it had felt a little different when
he had taken out his ID at the gate.  He looked in the bill
compartment and received a shock.  He counted.  There were twenty
$100 bills in it.  No wonder it had felt a little thick -- Ken
had never had $2,000 in cash in his life.

Kathy looked at him with concern on her face.  "What's wrong? 
Isn't it enough?"

_"Enough?_  You've got to be joking.  This is the Navy, not
Tokyo.  Of course it's enough.  But where did it come from?"

"It's mine, it's honest money, and I love you.  Do you need to
know any more than that?"

"I guess that's enough.  By the way, I love you, too."

Very daintily, Kathy stuck the pink tip of her tongue out at him.
 "The way you said that wasn't very romantic."  Then she held out
her hand and said, "Let's dance."

As they went towards the dance floor, Ken tried to conceal his
reluctance.  With Sylvia he always felt like he had two left
feet.  As a matter of fact he had felt that away about dancing
ever since he was a plebe at Annapolis, but he took Kathy in his
arms and moved out on the floor.  He couldn't believe it!  He was
moving with a feather in his arms.  In bed she had moved like a
dancer.  On the dance floor she moved like a dream.  He grinned
at her and she grinned back.

"You didn't like to dance before, did you?"

"How did you know?"

"Call it another good guess.  Can we open up a little?"

Kathy moved away from him in time with the music.  It appeared
that Ken was controlling her feet, when in actuality she was
somehow controlling his.  Other dancers on the floor moved away
to give them more room.  Ken felt like he was lost on a cloud. 
The music stopped.  Suddenly, there was applause from the dancers
around them as well as the band members all of whom had been
admiring their dancing.  Kathy made a quick curtsy and fled back
to their table.

After seating Kathy and taking his seat Ken looked around for the
waiter.  "What would you like, Hon?"

"I think I'll have my usual, club soda with a lime."

"Do you mind if I have something stronger?"

"Of course not!"

The waiter came over and Ken gave him the drink order, ordering a
Beefeater martini for himself.  Ken looked at Kathy.  "What
happened out there?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean.  I can't dance like that!  Whathappened?"

"Obviously you can, because you did."  Then she added with a note
of alarm in her voice, "Some people are coming over.  Do you know
them?"

Ken looked over in the direction of Kathy's eyes and grinned. 
"It's my parents.  I wonder what they're doing here tonight. 
They live on the Peninsula and almost never come down to
Norfolk."

As he got to his feet, Kathy saw a man almost as tall as Ken
approach accompanied by a matronly woman at his side.  He was
wearing the uniform of a full admiral and appeared to be about
forty-five years old.  When the couple reached the table and
joined them, Ken reached out his hand to grip his father's and
then gave his mother a quick kiss.

"Mother and Dad, I would like you to meet Katherine Smith. 
Kathy, this is my father, Admiral Samuel Stark, and my mother,
Betty."

Admiral Stark gave a courtly bow, smiled and bent to kiss Kathy's
hand.  She blushed.  Then she rose to greet Ken's mother, an
overweight woman who looked much older than her husband.  "I am
delighted to meet you both.  Would you care to join Ken and me?"

"Why thank you," Sam Stark replied, "Betty and I would be
delighted.  We haven't seen Ken to talk to in nearly a year. 
After his marriage he seemed to disappear.  However, a nice thing
about carrying rank is that I've been able to keep track of him
through the Navy -- but no thanks to him.  How have you been,
son?  You're looking very well."

"Kathy gets the credit for that one, Dad."

As the evening progressed, Kathy studied Sam and Betty Stark. 
She was an expert.  Sam showed all the marks of an attractive man
with a roving eye.  In fact, she saw a female lieutenant
commander looking at him from time to time with a possessive look
that Kathy thought she recognized.  Kathy was certain that Betty
was displaying the telltale symptoms of a woman who is afraid of
losing something of great value to her: her husband.

After a very pleasant evening, Ken and Kathy returned to Kathy's
apartment.  It was nearly two o'clock and they were both tired. 
After taking off her dress Kathy went into the bathroom.  Ken
could hear the noises as he undressed and entered the bathroom. 
_What a joy to have facilities large enough for two to use at the
same time!_  Ken thought.  He looked at Kathy lovingly.  As
usual, she was nude and was brushing her teeth at the sink.  He
washed, brushed his teeth, and took her in his arms.

Again, like the morning -- could it have been only a single day?
-- he carried her to the bed.  This time, though, he laid her
gently on the bed and lay beside her.  As he gently took her in
his arms and held her, he could feel his arousal from their close
contact.  While he felt for her moist spot, she spread her legs
to make his access easier.  She was wet already.  Slowly, he
straddled her and moved his phallus towards her moist cunt and
entered it.

The previous times had been a near-frenzy.  This time it was slow
and lovely.  She arched her back and hooked her ankles around his
neck to get the greatest possible penetration.  As he moved in
her, she started to moan softly.  Deliberately, he moved in and
out while her hips moved slowly in the tempo.  He could feel that
he was close to release and slowed his movements as Kathy had
done earlier.  He looked into her face and saw a beautifulsmile.

"You're wonderful," she whispered.

The movements continued.  He could feel her movements speeding up
while the flow of her internal juices increased.  Suddenly, he
let go in a flood.  Her pelvis was bucking in a frenzy as she,
too, let loose a flood of fluid that nearly drowned his cock. 
She lowered her legs and they lay side by side.  Almost
immediately, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Ken awakened in the morning to find Kathy standing next to him
fully dressed.  "Come on, lazybones, we're going to church."

Ken was surprised, but said nothing.  He took a shower, shaved,
and got dressed.  Going out to the kitchen, he found Kathy had
breakfast on the counter waiting for him.  After eating, Kathy
led him down to the garage and then backed the car out.

Driving back towards the apartment after church, Ken looked
around and sighed.  It was a magnificent early spring day in
Tidewater without a cloud in the sky.

While stopped at a traffic light, Kathy looked over at him. 
"Okay, where are we going to play?"

Ken, looking like the little kid caught with his hand in the
cookie jar, grinned sheepishly.  "Play what?  What are you
talking about?"

"Golf, silly.  You have all the symptoms of a junkie deprived of
his regular fix.  Where are we going to play?"

"What do you mean, play?  You can't play golf like that.  You're
dressed for church."

"Hah!  My clothes and clubs are in the trunk.  For the third
time, where are we playing?"

Ken gave up the act and grinned.  "How would the course at the
Officers' Club be?  But with the weather so nice, though, we
might have quite a wait."

Kathy smiled.  "I have another idea.  Why don't we swing by your
club, pick up your things and play at mine?  I belong to a
private club nearby."

"Do you think we can get out?"

"Since our tee-time reservation is for an hour from now, I'm sure
we can," Kathy replied.

Ken, still trying to salvage something from the exchange, asked
her, "How did you know I play golf, or would want to play?"

"Because, silly, it's as nice a day for golf as we will ever
find.  Any golfer would want to be out, and you look like a
golfer to me."

Driving up to Kathy's club, an attendant came rushing out to
greet her.  "Good afternoon, Miss Smith.  May I take your clubs?
Will you be walking or riding today?"

"Thank you, Jack.  Commander Stark and I will be walking.  Could
you see that he is set up in the men's locker room?"

They met a few minutes later on the practice tee.  Kathy was
already hitting balls with a very fluid swing.  After loosening
up, Ken started hitting balls starting with his wedge and working
up through his bag.  When he got to his driver he was pounding
the ball almost off the range.  Kathy stepped back and admired
his shots which were ripping off the club head with a small draw
adding to the distance.

The caddies were waiting for them on the first tee.  Kathy turned
to him, "Since this is my home course I won't even ask you to
give me strokes, but what are we going to play for?"  The idea of
an even match with a girl had never occurred to Ken.  He didn't
know what to say.

Kathy looked at him.  "I'll tell you what.  If you win, the
$2,000 in your wallet is doubled.  If I win, you give me one
wish.  It will easily be in your power to grant.  Fair?"

"Sounds fine to me.  You're on."

Before they had finished the match word of it had spread to the
clubhouse and they had attracted a gallery.  Ken's drives were
straight and more than 250 yards off the tee.  Although Kathy's
were shorter, she was still hitting hers over two hundred yards.
But what she was losing off the tee she was making up around the
greens.  She was deadly.  After seventeen holes the match was
even with both golfers at one under par.

The eighteenth hole was a 460-yard par five played to an elevated
green.  Ken led off and hit his best drive of the day.  It was
over 300 yards, leaving him only 150 yards to the pin.  Kathy
also crashed one nearly 250 yards.  After studying her position
on the fairway she took her three wood.  Her swing was straight
from a golf video.  The ball cleared the lip in front of the
green and disappeared from sight in the direction of the pin.

Ken approached his ball, selected a six iron, swung -- and pulled
his shot.  It reached the green, but was well to the left of the
pin.  They walked up the hill together.  "Where on earth did you
learn to play golf like this?  Do you realize I'm playing the
best round of my life against a girl I outweigh by about 100
pounds, and we're still even?"

Kathy smiled up at him.  "It's a simple game.  After all, the
ball just sits there on the ground looking at you.  It's not even
moving.  Besides, you got me warmed up yesterday."  Her eyes
glistened with love.

"Thanks a lot," Ken grinned resisting the temptation to take her
into his arms.  "My regular partners who have trouble breaking
ninety on their best days would kill you if they heard you say
that.  But I love you anyway."

Ken's ball was on the left edge of the green.  He had a
forty-five-foot putt with a sharp left-to-right break on the
green.  After carefully lining it up, he stroked the ball firmly.
 Although his line looked good at first, the green broke more
than he expected.  His ball passed below the cup and stopped
about three feet away.

Kathy's ball was about twelve feet beyond the pin.  It was a very
difficult putt, downhill, with a right-to-left break.  She lined
it up carefully and stroked the ball firmly.  The ball, following
the contours of the green that she had read perfectly, dropped
solidly into the center of the cup for an eagle three.  Ken,
although he had already lost the match, stepped up to his ball
and sank his putt for a four.

Ignoring the cheering spectators surrounding the green, he took
Kathy in his arms and kissed her.  Her back was wet from sweat
and her face glistened.  She put her arms around his neck as
their kiss lingered.  Meanwhile, the cheering increased in
volume.

Finally he let her go and whispered, "That was great.  It was the
best round of golf I ever played: two under par.  And I lose to a
girl!  I'll never live it down."  He faked a grimace.  Kathy,
with her face hidden by Ken's bulk, stuck out her tongue.

After showering at the club, they returned to the apartment.  Ken
sprawled on the couch.  "Not so fast," Kathy said.  "There's a
small matter of our wager.  You lost!"

"I remember.  One wish.  You mean you want it now?"

"I sure do," Kathy replied archly.  "You are going to be my slave
for the rest of the day.  Take off your clothes."

Ken stripped off his clothes, looking at her.  "Are you serious?
I'm afraid you are.  You want to get even for the spanking."

"Slave Ken, bring me a Sam Adams."  she commanded imperiously.

Ken returned with the cold beer.  "You may have one, too, if you
like.  But only one."

Ken returned with his beer and went to sit beside her.  "Remain
standing, slave.  Better yet, kneel on the floor."  Ken knelt and
drank his beer.  "Slave, undress me."  Kathy rose gracefully from
the sofa and stood in front of him.  With trembling hands he
carefully undressed her.

As the clothing came off, once again her glistening beauty was
revealed.  Kathy had an idea in mind.  When she was as naked as
he was, she left the room and came back a few moments later with
a feather quill.  She ordered Ken, "Spread your legs slightly,
stand up straight, and don't move."

She took the feather and started to run it over his chest, then
his back.  She played with it over his buttocks as he continued
to stand.  Kathy watched as his erection grew as large as it
could possibly get.  Yet it continued to increase in size! 
Finally, using both the feather and its tip, Kathy turned her
attention to his genitals while kneeling in front of him.  Ken's
body was starting to shake from his sexual tension.

"You're not standing still," she said sharply.

She continued to tease his organ, while the strain was showing on
his face.  His body was crying for release but all she was doing
was further exciting him.  He longed for release between her
thighs, but failing that, release through masturbation.  She
continued to torment him.  Finally, his system couldn't take it
any longer.  He erupted in spurts.

Kathy, still on her knees caught it in her mouth.  He came in
torrents, with most of it going into her mouth but also spraying
her face, her hair, and her breasts.  When his orgasm finally
subsided, Ken realized that Kathy was shaking.  He looked down
and could see moisture running down her legs.  Orders or not, he
collapsed on the floor.  "Please, Kathy.  Never again.  I don't
think I could survive."

That night was like the previous night, one of the most tender
lovemaking.  Ken wa on a voyage of exploration on the body of
this glorious girl he had found, or who had found him.  When
Kathy fell asleep, her head was on his shoulder so he reached his
hand around her body and gently cupped her breast.  She made a
small mewing sound and snuggled her body even closer to his.  Ken
fell asleep that way.

* * *

On Monday morning, Ken awakened in Kathy's bed.  Having the
facility of being able to set his mind like an alarm clock, he
awakened at five-thirty, since he had to take a cab back to the
base in time to be back on board by 0800.  Beside him the bed was
empty.  He went into the bathroom, shaved, showered, dressed, and
went into the kitchen to find Kathy with another beautiful
breakfast ready for him to eat.  She was wearing a flannel
bathrobe.

After eating, Ken looked at her.  "May I see you again, Kathy? 
Soon?"

Kathy opened her bathrobe and held it spread wide like the
curtains on a stage, revealing her gorgeous body.  "Is this soon
enough?" she grinned.  Ken moved towards the telephone.  "What
are you doing?" she asked.

"Calling a taxi to get back to the base."

"Don't bother.  I'll be ready in a second."

As good as her word, she was back in the kitchen, struggling to
button a pair of Levi's that fit like a second skin.  She had on
a windbreaker and held her car keys.  Ken couldn't resist.  He
had to give that lovely little ass a spank, and was rewarded with
the little pink tongue being stuck out at him.

When they arrived on the pier, Ken looked solemnly at Kathy. 
"Kathy Smith, who are you, anyway?"*Book II*

-Chapter 4*

Kathy Smith stretched catlike on her bed.  As she did, she
appeared older than her eighteen years.  She had been at Julie's
for as long as she could remember.  Looking around the small
room, she didn't much care for what she saw.  Although the room
was as clean as she could get it, in an over-100-year-old house
in Norfolk, that wasn't very clean.

She got up and inspected her nude body in a mirror which was
showing its age.  The silvering was smoked so her reflection
appeared fuzzy.  Other girls in the house admired her figure
which, they said, was like a dancer's.  That surprised Kathy
because she didn't get much exercise except in bed with the
johns.  She looked herself over and could find no blemishes.  Her
breasts were beautifully shaped with small tip-tilted pink
nipples.

She looked down at her loins.  Her mound was hairless. _God,
pulling out her pubic hairs one by one had been tedious and
painful._  One of the girls had said that it was a good way to
prevent crabs and reduce the chance of venereal disease.  She had
done it slowly.  She could still remember the pain, sitting
cross-legged on her bed, fighting the poor light, pulling the
hairs out by the roots.  Her mound was still smooth and hairless.
 The men loved her cunt.  They said it was made to be fucked.

Kathy didn't have a bad life.  Julie liked her and gave her
special treatment.  She never worked the parlor downstairs.  She
didn't fully understand her own attitude.  It wasn't that she
felt superior to the other girls. _I guess it's the meat-market
aspect that gets to me,_ she thought.  Girls sitting around in
attire ranging from diaphanous shorty tops, to negligees, to
being naked from the waist up, or, with the redhead, Shirley,
from the waist down.  Shirley often appeared in a tight red
sweater and red mules.  Her red pubic hair was combed and brushed
with as much care as she devoted to her tresses.

Still, Kathy didn't like to see the johns handling the tits of
the girls, tweaking their nipples, jamming a finger -- or a fist
-- up their cunts.  "Just trying you on, sister," one said. 
Worst of all in Kathy's view was the girls had to pretend to like
it.  But maybe they did.  Most of the girls would grab at the
john's crotch to build up his ego.  They said they got better
tips.  At any rate, Kathy never had to do that.

Perhaps it was because she looked so virginal in spite of having
been a prostitute for years.  Her body didn't show the wear and
tear that she saw every day on most of the other girls.

Kathy played a special r"le in the house.  She was the house
"virgin."  Once in a while Julie would dress her up in a
little-girl's dress for a special customer.  Usually it was an
older man.  He would come into the room and Kathy would pretend
to be terrified as he slowly stripped off her clothes.  Then she
would squeal as he placed his hand on her breast and fondled a
nipple.  She would pretend to draw away as he felt her cunt and
her firm bottom.  Before he finally entered her, she often had to
help while appearing to be trying to fight him off.  Kathy
laughed to herself remembering how difficult entry was for some
of them.  Their biggest problem was getting and maintaining an
erection.  She couldn't go down on them which always worked
because it would give the game away.  After they spent inside her
she would break a small vial of chicken blood in her crotch to
make it appear the john had taken her maidenhead.  Although Julie
never gave her any money, she used to say that she had earned a
bonus for her work.

At least there was one thing she didn't need to worry about.  The
doctor who came regularly to inspect the girls had told her that
she didn't need to bother with birth control devices.  She could
not become pregnant.  Kathy couldn't remember the explanation he
gave her but he had seemed certain and, unlike many of the other
girls, she had never been pregnant.

Kathy didn't know who owned the house.  At first she thought it
was Julie's, but one of the other girls said she just managed it
"for a man downtown."  Once a month Julie would put on her best
dress and take a taxi downtown to report the month's results.

Kathy smiled to herself, thinking of some of the lines about
whores she had heard.  "The only profession where you start at
the top and work down."  "Spread your legs and let the johns put
money in your twat."

Julie took special care with Kathy.  She wore no makeup in
contrast to the pounds of it that some of the other girls wore. 
Occasionally, she put on a little lipstick, and occasionally
lightly rouged her nipples and her pubic lips.  When she did, she
was very careful to be sure that it wasn't noticeable.

Kathy paced back and forth across her tiny room.  There was only
room for her bed, a washstand and a tiny space that served as her
closet.  She had hung a curtain to hide the hooks and her
negligible wardrobe.  Finally, there was her dressing table and a
chair.  It looked like what it was: a room in a mid-level Norfolk
whore house.

She stretched again. _Today will be an easy one.  It's Wednesday,
and Sam Jenkins will be here soon._  She glanced at the clock and
saw it was almost eleven.  Nevertheless, the house was still
quiet as the girls slept off their exertions of the nightbefore.

Kathy left her room and went down the back stairs looking for
Ginny, the black maid.  She found her and got clean sheets for
her bed.  Ginny used to give her a hard time about her foibles. 
Changing the sheets once a week or so should be plenty, Ginny
said.  Julie had told her that because Kathy was a great producer
she was to give her whatever she wanted.  Returning to her room,
she stripped the bed and remade it with the clean sheets.  The
rest of the room was as neat and clean as Kathy could get it.

She went down the hall to the bathroom.  As usual, it smelled of
urine, cheap perfume and body fluids.  It was an odor and a sight
Kathy was now used to but still didn't like.  She climbed into
the bathtub and tried to maneuver what passed for a shower
curtain to keep most of the water off the floor.  When she turned
on the faucet the water started by running brown.  After letting
it run for a while and adjusting the temperature, she climbed in
and showered.  She carefully washed her hair -- shoulder length,
golden and wavy -- which was her pride.

Stepping out of the tub, she dried her body and her hair and
returned to her room.  Still naked, she sat in front of her
dressing table and brushed her hair.  Next she took a pale rouge
and delicately tinted her nipples and her nether lips.  She
didn't put on any lipstick.  Finally, she reached under the
dressing table top and retrieved a small bottle that she kept
taped there for safekeeping.  It was a bottle of Chanel No. 5
that Sam had given her last Christmas.  She wore it only for him.
 Now all ready, she just sat in the chair waiting.

Sam Jenkins was strange, but in a nice sort of way.  He was the
oldest customer who ever came to the house.  She guessed his age
at around seventy.  He had taken an interest in Kathy a long time
ago.  For quite awhile now, he had had a standing reservation for
Wednesday afternoon.  Normally he arrived at noon and stayed all
afternoon.

The odd thing was that they never had sex.  He treated her like a
granddaughter, sort of.  She grinned, thinking about it. 
Grandfathers don't usually spend their time with stark-naked
granddaughters.

Usually they just talked.  Kathy gathered that Sam was a bachelor
and a Navy veteran of World War II.  She didn't have the
slightest idea where his money came from but he seemed to have
enough.  He lived very simply, Kathy gathered.  Probably most of
his money came to her.  She didn't know how much Sam paid Julie
for the Wednesday afternoons, but it wasn't cheap.  Julie handled
all of Kathy's arrangements and handled all the money.  Sam
always arrived wearing a rather worn blue suit and a blue tie. 
He was about the only customer who ever wore a tie in the house
except for the occasional officer in uniform who would sneak in.
Mostly the officers came in civilian clothes.

Sometimes there were other things.  Once, Sam had asked her to
sit on her haunches at the foot of the bed with her hands forward
on her knees.  Then he took a long feather from his jacket and
slowly ran it over her nipples.  He delighted in the way they
hardened up.  He then asked her to come closer, still kneeling,
and spread her legs wide.  He took the feather, and working with
both the feather and the quill, started to play with her slit. 
He searched for and found her tiny sentinel and teased it into
life.  Kathy's juices started to run but Sam wouldn't let her
move.

It was exquisite torture as her young body screamed for release
of some kind.  She just continued kneeling with the juices
flowing slowly from her cunt, moaning softly.  He caught a drop
on a finger tip and licked it slowly and smiled.  Another time he
asked her sheepishly if he could touch her nipple.  He said she
had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen.  It felt strange
to have his work-hardened finger touch her nipple in the gentlest
possible way.

But mostly, they just talked.  Sam asked about her education. 
She didn't go to school, but Sam would bring her books to read. 
Although she didn't know it, they were all classics.  It was as
if she was being tutored, but with the tutor paying her.

She always read the books he brought her because he would want to
talk about them with her the next time he came.  The discussions
were fascinating because the books ranged from Herman Melville,
to Adam Smith, to The Federalist.  The most recent book was a
copy of Shakespeare's _Macbeth._

Promptly at noon, there was a knock on her door and Sam let
himself in.  Kathy was lying on her back on the bed with her hair
carefully arranged on the pillow.  Her right leg was raised to
display its shapeliness, while her slit was in full view the way
she knew Sam liked it.

He smiled at her and closed the door.  Today he looked tired as
he took off his coat and carefully hung it on a hook in her
closet.  Smiling at her, he held out his arms.  This time was
very different.  "Kathy, would you please give me a kiss?" he
asked.

Kathy hopped out of bed, ran to his arms and was surprised to
find that she was almost as tall as he was.  It was the first
time she could remember standing beside him.  Taking her into his
arms, he gave her a tender kiss on her lips.  As he kissed her
she could feel the rough material of his suit on her smoothskin.

Kathy was surprised.  Johns didn't kiss whores, but this kiss was
lovely.  It was exactly like a kiss one would share with a
beloved grandfather, utterly devoid of passion but full of love.
Sam sat down on the chair while Kathy returned to her bed, knelt
on it, sat back on her heels with her back up straight and just
looked at him.

"Kathy, I want you to know I love you."  Sam said very softly.

Hearing the words, Kathy felt a twinge of fear.  There had never
been anything like this before!  She didn't know what to say, so
she just said what she thought.  "I love you too, Sam."

"Kathy, what are you going to do when I'm gone?"

Kathy was scared.  Tears started to form in her eyes.  She didn't
know what to say.

"You seldom leave the house, do you?"

"There's no place to go, and Julie doesn't like it very much when
I do go out."

"But the other girls do.  You don't have any clothes of your own,
either, do you?"

"The house is always warm, and I don't need clothes in my work. 
I work on my back, Sam.  I'm a prostitute.  All of my bodily
openings are for sale at different prices.  I have what I need. 
Julie is good to me.  She keeps me away from the rough stuff."

Kathy shuddered as she remembered how red-haired Shirley had been
out of action for days.  It was after that ape had paid to have
her tied up and suspended by her wrists so he could beat her with
a dog whip.  In her mind Kathy could still hear Shirley's screams
as her body slowly rotated, suspended by her wrists from the hook
in the ceiling.  He beat her on the thighs, on her ass cheeks and
across her breasts, but she really screamed when the john pulled
out a handful of her glorious red pubic hair.  It was expensive
for him because he had to pay Julie a lot extra for the loss of
Shirley's services.  Her pubic hair had only just returned to
normal.

Kathy could vaguely understand the sadists.  The ones who really
threw her were the masochists.  There weren't many, but there
were some.  They would pay to be bound in leather with their
genitals tied tightly.  During her recovery, Shirley had the
chance partially to get even by beating one of them who was
hanging suspended from the same ring to which she had been tied
during her torture.

"You spend all of your time here naked, don't you?"

Kathy looked at Sam puzzled.  She tried to grin and said it was
her working uniform.  "I don't work downstairs, you know, and
there isn't anything to bother getting dressed for."

They continued to talk.  Then the conversation swung around to
_Macbeth._  As they talked, Sam would occasionally ask her to
change her position so he could look at her nude body from some
other angle.  She wished he had the feather with him again.  It
had felt wonderful: sexy but passionless.  It was like
masturbating alone.

About four o'clock, Sam got up to leave.  After putting on his
coat he turned to Kathy and asked plaintively, "Could you give me
one more kiss?  Please?"

She went to his arms and he gathered her to him.  His coat was
even rougher on her tender skin than his suit had been.  Instead
of kissing her on the lips, though, he just hugged her closely. 
Kathy was surprised at how strong he was.  She felt a tear
rolling from his eye onto her cheek.  When she looked up, he
kissed her quickly but softly full on the lips, then let her go
and fled out the door.  Kathy heard him talking with Julie
downstairs and then heard the front door open and close again.

A few minutes later Julie came into the room and told her she
wouldn't be working the rest of the day.  "It's all paid for,"
she said, handing Kathy a package.  "Sam asked me to give you
this."

It was a book still in its bookstore wrapping.  Because she had
no storage space, she was able to keep only one or two books
around her room.  The others Sam took away when he gave her a new
title.  She unwrapped it and found that it was a copy of the
Bible.

Lying on her bed she started to read.  Awhile later, she fell
asleep.*Chapter 5*

Kathy was awakened by the sound of her door opening suddenly as
Julie rushed into the room.  "Honey, I just received terrible
news!  I got a call from a man at the hospital.  Sam Jenkins has
been admitted in critical condition.  They don't expect him to
live, and he's asking for you."

Kathy leaped out of bed.  "But that's impossible!  He was here
just a couple of hours ago!"

"Kathy, Sam knew he was in trouble.  He told me a little about it
before he left.  He paid me to keep you off duty.  Do you want to
go see him?  You don't have to, you know.  He's just another
john."

Kathy frowned. _Sam, another john?  Not in a million years!_  She
suddenly realized she had meant what she said a few hours ago. 
She _did_ love him and had to go to him.  She headed for the
door.

"Not so fast, Hon.  You can't go out on the street like that!"

Only then did Kathy realize that she was headed out the door
stark naked.  "But I don't have anything to wear!  Sam asked me
about clothes earlier today.  I really don't have any."

"I'll see what I can find.  I'm sure we can get you something." 
Julie moved quickly.  She was a very large woman, about five feet
ten inches tall, weighing almost two hundred pounds.  A few
minutes later she came back with a dress over her arm.  "It's not
much, but I think it will do.  You have a pair of shoes, and we
found a raincoat that you can wear."

Kathy quickly put on the dress.  It was long enough, but was made
for a woman at least twenty pounds heavier than she was.  On her
it hung like a tent.

Julie looked her over.  "I think we can make do with a belt and
some safety pins.  Let's try."

A few minutes later, Kathy left the house and got into a taxi
waiting at the curb.  Arriving at the hospital she asked at the
reception desk for Sam Jenkins and received a very strange look
from the woman behind the desk.  After finding a note on her desk
she asked, "Are you Katherine Smith?"

"Yes, I am."

"Mr. Jenkins is in a private room on the fifth floor.  His doctor
left word that you are to go to him as soon as you arrive.  The
nurse on duty will show you to his room."

A few minutes later Kathy was shown into Sam's room.  It was dark
with only the night light burning along with a little light that
spilled in from the hall.

Quietly, she made her way to the bed and found Sam lying on his
back peering in her direction.  "Kathy, is that you?"

"It's me, Sam."  she whispered.  "What's happened?"

"I'm sorry to bother you like this, Kathy.  I guess you knew
something wasn't right when I saw you this afternoon.  I'm sorry.
 I didn't mean to go all gushy on you the way I did.  The doctor
told me I'm very sick, and won't be around much longer, but I
didn't realize it would be this fast."  He looked at her with
love in his eyes.  "Kathy, would you do me a tremendous favor?"
he asked.

"Of course, Sam.  Anything."

"Would you get in bed with me and just hold me?  The staff won't
know.  I'm supposed to be left alone if you came.  The doctor
left word that you would keep an eye on me."

Kathy hung up the shabby coat, slipped off her shoes and the
dress and went towards the bed.  Since she was wearing no
underwear, she was again completely nude.  Parting the covers she
slipped into the bed beside him.  His body felt cold.  Sam was
wearing only the standard short hospital gown that opened in the
back.  She nestled up to him and pulled him close to her body to
warm him.  His arms closed around her, and he kissed her lips and
her hair.  Reaching down she found his genitals and gently
caressed them with her fingers.

Sam sighed and murmured, "Kathy, you're wonderful.  Can you just
hold me where you're holding me now?"

There was no sexual reaction from him, but his body seemed to
warm from the close contact with hers.  After she kissed him
softly on the lips his eyes closed, and he slept.  Awhile later,
she was awakened by Sam's hand gripping hers tightly.

He gasped, "Kathy, I love you!"

His grip loosened, and she felt his body go limp.  When he did,
she pushed the emergency call button and leaped out of bed.

As she quickly slipped into the old black dress, she heard staff
rushing down the hallway towards them.

A doctor came in and quickly examined the old man.  "I'm afraid
he's gone," he said, raising the sheet over Sam's head.  Turning
to Kathy he said, "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Smith.  He was a
wonderful gentleman.  I don't know where we would be today if it
hadn't been for all his support.  I understand that you are his
only living relative, so I imagine you will be making the
necessary arrangements.  Please accept our deepest sympathy in
your loss."

Kathy was stunned.  She now realized why it had been so easy to
see Sam after hours in his private room and why she had been
allowed to stay.  They thought she was his only relative!

Just then another nurse came into the room.  "Miss Smith,
following Mr. Jenkins' instructions, we've contacted Attorney
Ferguson at his home.  We told him that you were here during Mr.
Jenkins last hours.  He asked if you could please wait for him
here at the hospital.  He is on his way."

Kathy didn't know what to do.

Just then a man entered the room and introduced himself as the
senior duty hospital administrator.  "Would you care to wait for
Mr. Ferguson in the Administrator's office?  You look very pale,
Miss Smith.  Could I send down to the cafeteria for some food for
you while you're waiting?"

"Thank you so much.  That would be very nice," she replied.

They went down in the elevator to the Administrator's office and
a few minutes later an orderly appeared carrying a tray that he
put on the desk.  Kathy suddenly realized she was starving.  She
hadn't eaten all day.  It was all she could do to keep from
appearing ravenous to the duty administrator who continued
talking about the way the hospital had just lost its greatest
benefactor.

Kathy was bewildered.  They couldn't be talking about the Sam she
knew.  He just existed on his pension and Kathy had always felt
guilty.  She thought he was spending more money with Julie for
her time than he was spending on himself. _What is going on?_ she
wondered.

Minutes later, there was a knock on the door.  A well-dressed man
came into the office and approached Kathy with his arms
outstretched.  When she rose from her chair, he folded her into
them.  "Kathy, it's so good to see you again.  My deepest
sympathies on your uncle's passing.  I'm so glad you were able to
be here during his last moments.  How are you?"

_My uncle?_ thought Kathy. _I don't have an uncle.  In fact I
don't think I have any relatives at all.  Who *is* this man?_

"Kathy, I think the staff has everything under control as far as
your late uncle is concerned.  Since you just got into town and
have no place to stay, why don't you come out to my house for the
rest of the night.  I know my wife, Belle, will be delighted to
see you again, and she asked me specifically to extend the
invitation.  Will you come?"

Kathy allowed herself to be led away.

At the main entrance a big limousine was parked with its motor
idling.  When the driver saw them approach, he jumped out of the
car and rushed around to open the door for them.  She got in
followed by Attorney Ferguson.

As the limousine slowly moved away, Ferguson turned to face her.
"Do you drink?  No?  Well, I think you need one anyway."  He
opened a compartment behind the front seat and poured a drink for
Kathy and one for himself.  "It's fine cognac.  I think we both
need it."

Kathy took a sip.  She had never had cognac before.  In fact, she
could count the number of drinks of liquor she had ever had on
the fingers of one hand.  Julie felt that drinking was very bad
for Kathy's image.  Some of the other girls drank heavily, and at
least a few were alcoholics.  Nevertheless, she found that the
cognac warmed her insides.

The lawyer continued, "I'm sorry about the charade in there.  Sam
said you could do it, and you pulled it off magnificently in
spite of wearing a dress that looks like a Salvation Army reject.
 Sam loved you deeply.  He said you would pass for a queen
wearing rags.  You know what?  You just did!  By the way, my name
is Bob Ferguson, Kathy.  As you've undoubtedly gathered, I'm Sam
Jenkins' attorney.  As far as we can find out, you are not
related to Sam in any way.  For that matter, neither is anyone
else, so you are his sole beneficiary.  But we'll discuss all
that after the funeral."

The car rolled up a winding driveway to a majestic home.  The
door opened and a matronly woman rushed out.  Folding Kathy into
her arms she said, "Welcome, Kathy.  I've heard so much about you
from Sam.  I'm Belle Ferguson, Bob's wife.  Bob, have Saunders
bring Kathy's baggage up to the guest bedroom while we get
acquainted for a few minutes.  Good Heavens!  It's nearly six
o'clock.  Kathy, would you like some breakfast while we talk." 
Turning back to her husband she said, "Bob, the poor dear hasn't
even been to bed yet!"

Bob Ferguson looked at Kathy and then looked at his wife in
amused exasperation.  "Honey, Kathy has no luggage.  What she
has, she's wearing, and it isn't much.  Kathy, our daughter,
Sandy, is about your size.  Although most of her clothes are with
her at school, I think there may still be a few things around. 
Belle, would you mind taking a look?"

Kathy followed Bob up the stairway into a beautiful bedroom with
its own private bath.  A few moments later, Belle entered the
room.  "All I could find were some tennis outfits.  Would you
mind, Kathy?"

"Of course not," said Kathy, hugging the old raincoat around her,
"I'm sure whatever you found will be just fine."

Kathy took the garments from the woman and the couple left the
room closing the door after them.  Since Belle had suggested that
Kathy might want to freshen up a bit first, she went into the
bathroom and found the Fergusons were equipped for unexpected
guests.  In the medicine cabinet Kathy found a new toothbrush,
toothpaste and all of the other cleansing essentials.

Stripping off the coat and dress she flung them back into the
bedroom.  After brushing her teeth she luxuriated in the shower.
She hadn't felt so good in years in spite of her lack of sleep. 
Returning to the bedroom she hung the coat and dress in the
closet and picked up the tennis outfit. _Uh, oh,_ she thought. 
_I have no underwear.  But I guess it's better than walking
around the house naked.  This isn't that kind of house._  She
slipped on a pair of shorts and put on the tennis top.

Looking at herself in the mirror -- a good one, for a change --
she examined herself critically.  The shorts looked great with
her long legs.  The top fit all right but her nipples protruded.
_Oh, well, they feature underwear that isn't supposed to show
lines.  Mine is just extra good._

She found the Fergusons in the breakfast room.  In spite of the
early hour, the cook was about to serve.  Belle commented on how
beautiful Kathy looked, making no comment about her underwear or
lack of it.

Following breakfast, Bob asked her to join him in his study. 
"Please sit down, Kathy.  There are some things I have to talk to
you about.  First, you are now a very rich young woman.  Sam had
a great deal of money.  Over the last few years I think he saw
the end was near, so he liquefied his estate.  Now it's composed
almost entirely of cash and marketable securities.  I don't
expect any problems with its valuation or the probate of it."

Ferguson smiled warmly and continued, "Kathy, Sam asked me to
look after you.  I hope you will allow me to.  Incidentally, I am
more than amply taken care of.  Sam also made some specific
bequests.  For example, the hospital where we were tonight will
receive a very pleasant surprise.

"I know a bit about your background, but I'm the only one who
does.  Belle thinks you are Sam's niece and she knows you are his
only heir.  It might be a good idea if you let her take you
clothes shopping later today.

"Incidentally, I have one very confidential telephone call to
make to a woman named Julie, who I believe you know.  I'll be
making the call very soon.  I would like to drive you over there
to clean out your room, if its all right with you.  And I think
it would be much better to go in my car rather than having
Saunders drive us, don't you?"

Kathy's head was spinning.  She didn't know what to say and
wasn't in any condition to say anything.  She just nodded at his
comments.  "I think I need some sleep," Kathy said finally.  She
went up the stairs and into her room.  Stripping off her clothes,
she crawled into bed and was almost immediately asleep.

She was awakened in the late afternoon by a knock on her door. 
"It's me," Bob Ferguson said.  "Do you feel like taking a ride?"

"Give me five minutes, please, Mr. Ferguson, and I'll be right
with you."

Kathy raced into the bathroom, took a quick shower and put on the
tennis outfit again.  Taking the old coat out of the closet, she
carried it over her arm.  Ferguson was in the hallway waiting for
her as she descended the stairs.

"Good thinking.  Tennis shorts would be a little out of place
where we're going."  They went out and got into Ferguson's car,
an inconspicuous Chevrolet Cavalier.  "I thought that this car
would be a bit less obtrusive," he said.

They arrived at Julie's.  Kathy had noted that Ferguson needed no
directions to get there.  It was just as well because she left
the house so seldom she wasn't sure she could have found it
herself.  He waited in the car while Kathy went into the house.

The first person she saw was Julie who gathered her into her
arms.  "I heard about Sam, Hon.  I'm very sorry.  Mr. Ferguson
tells me we're losing you, and I feel badly.  Badly for me, not
for you.  You're much too good for this business.  Kathy, I truly
love you.  I don't know how you do it.  It's a dirty business,
but somehow you always stayed clean.  We'll miss you.  Now, is
there anything you want to take with you?"

"I would like to check my room, please, Julie."

She went upstairs and entered the room in which she had spent so
much time.  She took the little bottle of Chanel and the new
Bible that Sam had given her the day he died.  There was nothing
else worth taking.

When she went back downstairs, Julie was waiting with a fat brown
envelope.  "This money is for you, Kathy.  You may not want it or
need it, but you certainly earned it.  I'll miss you."

A couple of the other girls came in and said goodbye.  Then Kathy
opened the door and went back to the car.  With the closing of
the car door, Kathy closed a chapter in her life.*Chapter 6*

A short time after Sam's funeral, Kathy met with Ferguson in his
law office downtown.  The girl his secretary showed into his
office appeared to be typical of the upscale clientele he
cultivated.  She was exquisitely groomed and dressed, obviously a
younger member of the Junior League of Norfolk, she thought.  The
secretary couldn't tell she was wearing almost nothing under her
tailored suit.

Ferguson greeted her warmly.  "Kathy, we're here this morning for
the reading of Sam's will.  We have already taken care of the
mechanics.  The will has been filed in probate with all of the
usual witness affidavits, so we're ready to go.  Would you please
be seated?"

Kathy sat down.  Although she appeared composed, she was scared
and nervous as a cat.  The Fergusons had been very nice to her,
but she wanted to be by herself.  She was amused at the thought,
really.  She had "lived alone" in the whorehouse, but at the
Ferguson's she felt like she was on stage.  She couldn't really
relax.

Ferguson put on a pair of reading glasses and unfolded a will,
recognizable by its characteristic blue wrapper.  Kathy noticed
that it was quite thin.  He looked at the document and then
looked over his glasses at Kathy.  "Kathy, there's no sense in my
wasting your time.  There are only three important elements to
the will.  First, you are the primary beneficiary.  Except for
some specific bequests that I mentioned, it all goes to you. 
Second, there is some identification material to be sure that the
money goes to the right person.  As trustee of the estate and as
an officer of the court I have satisfied that requirement. 
Finally, Sam wanted you to know that he loved you very deeply. 
If you were his own flesh and blood he could not have loved you
more.  Finally, there are a couple of special contingent
provisions which are not operative at this time, but the net of
all this is, Kathy, that you now have $55 million."

Kathy sat in the chair, stunned.  She already felt wealthy with
the more than $20,000 she had received from Julie.  She had used
some of her money to buy clothes and was now looking for an
apartment.  But _millions_ -- fifty-five _million!_  Her brain
tripped out like a circuit breaker that had been overloaded.

"Kathy, the fact is that you can expect a spendable income, after
taxes of four to five million dollars a year.  That's in the
neighborhood of $400,000 a month.  I think you are set for life
financially.  Now what are you going to do?  Sam gave me a letter
to pass on to you.  In it he urges you to get a formal education.
 Are you interested?"

"Of course I'm interested, but I'm too old.  I don't have any of
the things you need to go to school.  I don't have a school
record, and I don't know who my parents are.  I don't even know
where I was born."

Kathy started to cry.  Deep down, even as her tears flowed, she
was struck by the irony of her position.  She had just learned
that she was wealthy -- so wealthy she could never spend the
money she already had in her lifetime -- but she was crying about
the lack of a birth certificate.

Ferguson, who like so many men became totally helpless in the
presence of a woman in tears, did nothing.  As Kathy started to
fumble in her new purse, he handed her a tissue. _My God,_ he
thought, _even though she's crying, she's beautiful!_  He studied
her face and realized there was no makeup to run.  The women he
knew spent hours to achieve the appearance of no makeup but when
on the face it would still run under tears.

Kathy composed herself, and gave him a small smile.  "I'm sorry.
I realize how ridiculous I must look.  You must think I've lost
my mind."

"Don't worry, Kathy.  Perhaps money can't buy happiness, but
there isn't very much else it can't buy.  I have your birth
certificate here.  At least, a birth certificate that will serve.
 It says here that you were born in a small town in western
Virginia eighteen years ago.  Unfortunately, the courthouse
records were lost in a fire about ten years ago.  You will find
the record of birth of Katherine Smith in the reconstructed files
today.  She is you."

He grinned and continued, "As for the school record, it is all
set to go pending your approval.  You see, Sam was personally
taking care of your education.  Arrangements have been made for
the proper representations to be made by an accredited tutor who
will vouch for your prior education.  You will be admitted as a
junior at Hillsdale Academy in New Hampshire.  It's a coed
boarding school with an excellent reputation.  Believe it or not,
I have a special admissions test in the office ready to
administer to you.  Are you interested?  Would you like to try
it?"

By this time, Kathy had fully regained control.  She was very
impressed by Ferguson's competence and was awed by the amount of
thought that Sam had devoted to her future.  "Sure," she replied
with a grin.  "They can only say no.  Let's do it.  Can I take
the test now?"

Bob Ferguson picked up his phone and buzzed his secretary.  "Mrs.
Wilson, could you come into my office, please."  Moments later
his secretary appeared and Ferguson gave her a folder containing
the test materials.  "According to the instructions, you have two
hours for the test.  Mrs. Wilson, could you supervise Kathy's
test without ruining any lunch plans?"

Jane Wilson said that would be no problem, and asked Kathy to
follow her to the office law library.

For a moment, Kathy started to get nervous.  She hadn't thought
about a test, let alone prepared to take one.  Then she realized
that any preparation would be futile; she either knew it or she
didn't.  "Let's go.  I'm ready."

Less than two hours later she turned in the last of the test
sections. _It had gone quickly,_ she thought, _and was very
easy._  Mrs. Wilson took the test back to her desk, and Kathy
went back into Ferguson's office.

"Let's wait a few minutes, Kathy.  There's a scoring sheet that
came with the test.  The official grading is done at the school,
but you can get some idea of how well you've done."

Moments later Mrs. Wilson returned with a big smile.  "Kathy,
you're in!  Mr. Ferguson, I can't grade the essay questions, but
Kathy had no mistakes on the short answers.  Not even one!"

Ferguson looked at Kathy.  "Kathy, that seems to take care of
Hillsdale admissions.  Now the question is, do you want to go up
there?  We never even talked about it before."

"Mr. Ferguson, obviously I've never been there.  I'll take your
word that it's a good school.  Did Sam know about Hillsdale?"

"Yes, he did, Kathy.  He thought it would be a good school for
you, but as in everything else, he absolutely insisted that the
final decision be yours.  What about it?"

"Mr. Ferguson, I think you're looking at the newest member of
next year's Junior class at Hillsdale Academy!"*Chapter 7*

Kathy Smith was settling into her apartment close to the Yale
University campus in New Haven.  She smiled to herself as she
thought back over the last three years.  She had liked it at
Hillsdale which was located in a small town in rural New
Hampshire.

She had taken the opportunity to learn to ski.  Kathy couldn't
quite understand why sports came so easily to her, but really, it
was so simple.  You put on the skis and let gravity take you down
the hill.  Yet she knew it couldn't be quite that simple for most
people, or the spills wouldn't be so frequent.  She had made the
Hillsdale ski team skiing the slalom in her senior year.

The academic work had been fun.  Although she had been a little
scared at first, she had had no problems.  Undoubtedly her
confidence had been helped by the fact that the headmaster
congratulated her on having the highest admissions test scores in
the history of the school.  As a result of the advanced placement
courses she could take, coupled with her combined SAT scores of
sixteen hundred, she was admitted to Yale with advanced standing.
 Although she was still a little older than her average classmate
she was catching up fast.

Kathy was glad to be back in an apartment of her own after a year
in the dormitory.  It wasn't that she minded the other girls so
much, but the communal living was a drag.  She smiled to herself
thinking how similar were the living styles of her dormmates and
her fellow prostitutes at Julie's.  The only apparent difference
was the social position of the families the two groups of girls
came from.  The more she dwelled on the idea, the funnier it
seemed.  Comparing the pampered darlings to prostitutes was a
joke.  But like all good jokes it contained more than an element
of truth.  One difference was the cost of the clothing thrown
into corners of the rooms.  The clothes cost more, but they were
treated the same and stank the same.  The odors around the dorm
and the house were about the same, too, except her dormmates'
perfumes were more expensive.

She finished putting her clothes away and again she smiled to
herself.  It had been so much simpler at Julie's when she never
wore any.  There was nothing to buy or store or clean.  Now she
had to be careful that they didn't overflow her room.  She looked
around and liked what she saw.  Perhaps it was the years spent
wearing no clothes and having no possessions, but Kathy hated a
cluttered room.

If anything, her apartment was somewhat under furnished and the
decor was quiet and understated. _Old habits die hard,_ she
thought, as she moved around nude.  It made her feel freer, and
was something she had missed in the dorm.

Kathy sat on the edge of her bed and picked up a pair of
tweezers.  Swinging around toward the light, she studied her
mound of Venus for any sign of hair growing on its smooth
surface.  There had been a reason for keeping it bare when she
was at Julie's.  Now there was none.  But it was fun keeping the
secret from the other girls at Hillsdale, and now here at Yale.

She really didn't know why she kept her pubic area hairless. 
Perhaps it was a form of egotism, constantly reminding her of
where she had come from. _At any rate,_ she thought, _I don't
have to worry about a bikini -- any size bikini; there's nothing
to show except my slit._  Kathy went into the bathroom and took a
cold shower.  After getting dressed, she put on a jacket and
walked over to the campus.

Walking across the Old Campus she met Jennifer Crown, one of her
dormmates from the previous year.  "Hi, Kathy!  Good to see you.
When did you get back?  Where are you living now?  I didn't see
you at the College."

Kathy and Jennifer were both assigned to Calhoun College, but
Kathy had her own apartment.  It was a fact she wasn't anxious to
advertise to Jennifer.  Telling Jennifer was as good as taking
out a full-page ad in _The Yale Daily News_ and Kathy wanted to
maintain her privacy as much as possible.

"What are you doing this weekend?  Do you know Bill Johnson? 
Bill, this is Kathy Smith, my roommate last year."

Johnson shook hands and stripped Kathy naked with his eyes. 
Obviously, he liked what he saw, but Kathy didn't like him. 
"Kathy, I'm delighted to meet you.  We're having a party at my
fraternity house on Saturday.  Jennifer has already agreed to
come, and I hope you'll come, too."

"Thanks for the invitation, Bill.  I'm not sure of my plans yet,
but could we leave the invitation open?"

"Of course!  I'm at the Alpha house on York Street.  You know
where it is, don't you?  If you can make it, just tell the guys
at the door that you're my guest.  They'll let you right in. 
Sure hope you can make it.  Jennifer, let's go!  We're going to
be late."  With that the couple strolled off across the campus
and Kathy watched them go.

Kathy thought about the chance meeting.  Jennifer was friendly
enough, but her behavior worried Kathy.  Jennifer was a redhead
who reminded Kathy of poor Shirley back at Julie's.  Shirley's
figure was slimmer, though; Jennifer showed signs of running to
fat.  Kathy smiled to herself as she realized what really
reminded her of Shirley.  Like Shirley, Jennifer had a full bush
of red pubic hair.

She worried about the girl.  By reputation, she was a careless
drinker.  The word was that she regularly drank far more than was
good for her.  She seemed to be the type who could easily lose
control.  Bill Johnson was good looking and knew it.  He was also
a lecher.  Kathy chuckled to herself. _Give him another twenty
years or so and he will be a dirty old man.  If that is so, what
does that make him now?_ she wondered.  The combination of Bill
and Jennifer was potentially explosive: She could easily lose
control, and he would just as quickly take advantage of the
situation.  Kathy walked on over to the Sterling Library.

On Saturday, Kathy remembered the invitation to the party at the
Alpha house.  She worried about Jennifer. _It's curious,_ she
thought, _Jennifer is about my age, but I think of her as a kid.
I feel like I'm her mother.  I just don't think she could handle
the aftermath of a bad scene._  With that thought, Kathy resolved
to go to the Alpha's party that night.

That evening, Kathy showered and carefully dressed.  It was a
warm day as it can still be in New Haven in September.  She put
on a skirt and sweater.  For some reason she couldn't explain --
a premonition, perhaps -- she put on her most serviceable bra and
briefs.  After eating her dinner and studying for a while, she
set out for the Alpha house, planning to arrive about midnight. 
There was a reason for her arrival time.  Reflecting on it, she
had realized subconsciously if there was going to be any trouble,
it would likely start about then.

As she walked up to the door of the fraternity house she could
hear the party noises spilling out through the opened windows. 
It sounded like the party had already passed its peak.  As she
walked up to the door she passed a few couples already leaving. 
Since the two members on duty at the door showed more interest in
their beer than in her, she was happy to leave it that way.  From
their appearance the beers were not their first of the evening,
more likely their tenth.

She told them that she was Bill Johnson's guest and one of them
waved in the general direction of the door leading down to the
basement where the remains of the party seemed to be
concentrated.  Kathy descended the stairs and watched the action
from a darkened corner.  At the other end of the room there were
a bunch of young men with Jennifer who was standing topless on a
strong table holding a glass of beer in her hand.  Her breasts
were large and, because of her youth, still firm.  Her nipples
were large and flaccid.  While a tape deck played _The Stripper,_
she bent at the hips and tried to rotate her tits.  Kathy didn't
think she had the coordination to do it under the best of
circumstances and these were not the best.  Jennifer gave up and
sat down hard on the tabletop.  Bill Johnson was standing near
the table egging her on.

Jennifer had sat down on a table puddled with beer and splashed
the liquid under her.  "Oh, the hell with it," she cried,
stripping off her skirt and panties.  Kathy didn't think that the
knee-high stockings she was wearing enhanced her sexiness. 
Struggling back to her feet, she stood on the table with her body
swaying.  She stuck out her hips and, drunkenly proud of her
figure, swung her head back and ran her hands up and down her
body.  Finally, she drew a finger up her slit.  Swaying a bit,
she sat down on the edge of the table and spread her legs as wide
as she could.  "You're all a bunch of wimps," Jennifer slurred. 
"There's not a man in this house.  I'm all woman, and I'll take
you all on, one at a time or in bunches!"

The inchoate fear that had been bothering Kathy all week jumped
into sharp focus.  This was exactly what she had been fearing
even though she hadn't been able to put it into words.  In her
drunken state Jennifer was asking for a gang-bang.  In spite of
her talk, Kathy doubted that she had nearly the experience with
men that she was advertising.  Jennifer could be badly hurt
physically and at the very least there would be serious emotional
scars.  Nevertheless, some men, led by Bill Johnson, were
starting to shed their clothes.  Kathy had no clear idea what to
do but if she did not do something now it would be too late.

Pushing through the group of men Kathy reached Jennifer.  Her
chin had lolled down on her chest and she was only moments away
from passing out.  Kathy was sure that at least a few of the guys
weren't above fucking Jennifer even if she were unconscious.

Grabbing the girl by the hair, she lifted her head up.  The
girl's eyes were glassy; she was about to pass out.  The men,
taken by surprise, stood motionless.  Facing the group Kathy
sneered, "What do you want to fool around with a drunken slut
for?  Aren't you afraid of getting something contagious?"  She
allowed Jennifer's head to drop to the table.  Although her
movements were apparently disdainful, she took care that
Jennifer's head didn't hit the table hard.

The men looked at Kathy and for the first time realized what a
gorgeous woman had entered the room.  If they were willing to
fuck Jennifer, they dreamed of a girl like Kathy.  She took
advantage of their inaction.  "Do any of you guys shoot pool?  I
see a pool table here."

The guys looked at one another in amazement. _Is this girl crazy?
 What is she thinking about?_

"Jennifer challenged your manhood.  I'll challenge your skill. 
I'll take on the house champion or anyone else in a game of
rotation.  Every time a ball is sunk the other player has to take
off an item of clothing.  When we run out of clothing, we do what
the other player wants.  Is anyone interested?"

They all looked at Bill Johnson.  He leered at Kathy and said,
"I'll take you on.  I'm the house champ.  Since you challenged, I
get to break."

Drinks were cleared off the pool table that was standing in the
middle of the room.  The cover was removed and tossed towards the
corner while another member brought over the balls and racked
them up.  Kathy went over to the wall to select a cue.  As she
examined the bedraggled collection, she could see Johnson putting
together what was obviously his personal cue stick.  It looked
like it cost more than the rest of the cues combined.  It
appeared to be very well-made and to have beautiful balance.

Kathy was worried.  She had issued her challenge without any
prior thought.  It was just the first thing that came into her
head as a possible way out of a dangerous situation.  She looked
at the boys who had all undressed her with their eyes. _Oh,
well,_ she thought, _I can physically handle them all if it comes
to that._  Kathy found one cue that was reasonably straight and
still had a tip on it.  It was the only one that appeared even
close to being usable.

Bill stood at the end of the table crouched over his cue.  He
lined up his shot and let fly.  The cue ball crashed into the
point ball at the head of the rack.  The balls flew around the
table, and she heard one drop, followed by another.  Calmly she
stripped off her sweater and stepped out of her skirt.  Carefully
she hung them over a stool where it appeared they wouldn't get
soaked.  The boys cheered.  They stared at her gorgeous body now
clad only in a bra and briefs.

Kathy relaxed as she realized she had an advantage.  She was used
to being naked around men who were dressed, but they weren't used
to being close to a nude woman.

Bill stared at Kathy and then looked back at the table for his
next shot.  He found the one-ball at the opposite end of the
table from the cue ball.  He had a shot.  After carefully lining
it up, he stroked.  Kathy could see his hand trembling slightly
as he did.  The ball dropped into the corner pocket.

Kathy calmly removed her bra and put it on the stool with the
rest of her clothes.  Now all she was wearing was a pair of
loafers and her panties.  To heighten the impact of her body on
Johnson, she reached out her arms and stretched.

The boys audibly groaned as she just stood waiting with her back
straight and her breasts with their small nipples erect.  Bill
Johnson was just watching with his mouth agape.  His blood
pressure had been rising as he watched Kathy's performance.  He
looked back at the pool table in an effort to regain his
concentration.  When he had taken his previous shot, he had been
so busy trying to control his shaking hands, he had not really
paid attention to the location of the two-ball.  In rotation, the
balls must be hit in order, starting with the one.  A player gets
credit for any ball sunk as long as the cue ball hits the correct
target ball first.  Johnson didn't have a shot.  The two-ball was
in a nearly unreachable position.  His only hope was a shot off
the cushion and then to the two-ball.  His shot missed.  His miss
caused the one-ball to come back on the table to be spotted on
the mark.

Now it was Kathy's turn, and she had a clear line to the spotted
one-ball.  Calmly she lined up her shot and stroked the cue.  The
cue ball struck the one-ball perfectly; it sank in the corner
pocket, while the cue ball caromed off and sank the fifteen-ball
in the other corner.  She looked at Bill who took off his jacket
and tie.  The other men booed.  Their sympathies were already
starting to shift towards Kathy.

Johnson just shrugged off their jeers with the comment,  "You
said two pieces of clothing.  You didn't say we had to start with
the same number of articles on."

Kathy just smiled and looked back at the table.  She had a good
shot on the two-ball at the far corner.  She delicately rolled
the cue ball down the table.  It struck the two which caromed
into the nine which dropped while leaving the two-ball sitting at
the edge of the pocket.  Bill took off his shirt.  Kathy sank the
two with sufficient spin on the cue ball to take it back up the
table to give her a shot on the three.  She sank the three-ball
in the corner; the cue ball ran back on the opposite side of the
table and sank the twelve in the side pocket.

Bill let his pants drop and took off a shoe.  The boys cheered. 
"Go get him, Kathy."  They had learned her name from Bill as they
set up the table.

Kathy lined up her shot on the four-ball.  With six balls off the
table it was getting easier to set up clear shots.  Calmly she
dropped the four-ball into the side pocket with the cue ball
rolling to a stop, set up on the five.  She watched as Bill took
off his other shoe.  The five-ball sank; off came a sock.  The
six-ball rolled into the corner; off came the other sock.

Now there were just six balls left on the table.  Johnson was
down to his shorts and was starting to shiver.  It was a
combination of the chill in the air, but even more it reflected
his increasing embarrassment.  By this time everyone still in the
house had gathered downstairs with their attention divided
between Kathy's body and the pool table.

Calmly, she stroked the cue ball.  It struck the seven-ball
sharply driving it into a corner pocket; the cue ball came back
setting up on the number eight.  Kathy stood up from the table
and watched Bill.  He dropped his shorts, and stood up.  Kathy
had thought that he was well built when he took off his pants. 
With nothing on it was obvious that he was.  Surrounded by
now-jeering fraternity brothers, he didn't know what to do.  He
was blushing crimson in embarrassment.

Kathy turned back to the table and sank the eight; the cue ball
caromed off it and sank the fourteen as well.  "I'm sorry guys,
but it looks like the game's over.  Bill, my first wish is for
you to pick up Jennifer, get her dressed and get her back home...
without doing anything else to her.  My second wish is to get
dressed again and go home myself."

"That's not fair, Kathy!  Those weren't two wishes; those were
five," Johnson protested.

Kathy glared at him and picked up her cue stick again.  In a
matter of moments the last three balls were off the table,
leaving only Kathy's cue stick where she had placed it down
beside the cue ball that was still slowly spinning.  "Okay.  Now
I have five wishes.  Go to it, Buster!"

Calmly, Kathy walked over to where she had left her clothes; the
boys moved back to give her room.  She picked up her bra and
secured it, then stepped into her skirt and slipped on her
sweater.  "Is there a mirror around somewhere?  I need to fix my
hair.  And by the way, can a girl get a beer in this place?"

The men cheered.  One rushed up with a bottle of beer and a clean
glass he had found somewhere.  In spite of being nearly naked in
front of them she now had their respect.  Someone wiped off a
stool carefully with a towel to be sure it was dry and offered
her a seat which she accepted gratefully.  She was delighted at
the way things had finally worked out.  When she had arrived the
situation was turning ugly.  Now, a more-normal collegiate good
humor was restored.

Kathy looked towards the end of the room where Bill and a friend
were struggling to get Jennifer dressed.  Getting off her stool
she went and joined them.  Jennifer couldn't stand up.  The two
boys were ignoring her nakedness but were not making any progress
in dressing her.

Again, Kathy grabbed Jennifer by her hair and raised her head. 
"Wake up, Jennifer.  It's time to go home."  Her head felt like
it was unattached to her body.  Kathy could tell that if she
released her hold on the girl's hair her head would just drop. 
Firmly, she slapped her face, once, twice, three times. 
Jennifer's eyes blinked.  Kathy slapped her twice more.  Her eyes
opened as she started to come to.  "Come on Jennifer.  It's time
to get dressed and go home."  By this time the girl had revived
enough to be able to stand with support from the two men.  Kathy
got her panties on and got her skirt up to her waist. _At least
she's back to the topless condition I found her in,_ shethought.

"Where is her bra and top?" Kathy asked.

Someone produced the girl's bra.  It was the lacy sort of thing
that provided no support but was the kind she thought Jennifer
would be wearing tonight.  She fastened the clasp and then got
the girl's blouse back on.  Fortunately, it buttoned.  Kathy
didn't have to try to get it on over her head.

"She's all yours, guys.  Be sure she gets home safely.  Does
anyone know where her shoes are?"  She was only wearing short
stockings.  The shoes were found and two boys led Jennifer up the
stairs.

Kathy returned to her beer.  "Thanks for keeping it for me.  Can
I buy a second?"

Two hours later Kathy left the Alpha House.  Two of the brothers
insisted on walking her home pointing out that downtown New Haven
wasn't the safest place in the world at three in the morning. 
The night at the fraternity house had ended with drinking songs
and football fight songs.  The finale was Cole Porter's _Boola
Boola._*Chapter 8*

Thinking it had been a good year, Kathy stretched on her bed like
a cat.  It was Thursday and it was spring.  Pulling aside the
covers, she hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom where she
spent a few minutes studying her body in the mirror.  She felt
her flat belly.  Was there fat creeping in?  She turned slowly,
looking at her reflection critically from every angle.  Was she
starting to age?  She knew that women reached their physical peak
in their late teens.  Was she over the hill?  As she reflected
critically, she decided that she had a few good years left.

It was just as well because she had a lot to do.  After talking
with her advisor, she was now confirmed in her desire to go to
law school.  Although she thought about calling Bob Ferguson to
ask for his help, she decided not to.  Bob had not been the same
since his wife, Belle, and daughter, Sandy, had been killed in
that tragic plane crash.  She was sure that Bob would help her,
though, since she wanted to go to University of Virginia Law
School, which was his school.  In addition to his alumni
connections Bob was very well connected around the state.

After dressing she went out to get the mail even though she
didn't get very much.  Most of her bills were paid directly from
Norfolk.  Mrs. Wilson, Bob's secretary, took care of them.  Most
of her personal mail came to her Yale Station post office box
because she didn't normally give out her home address to fellow
students.  Even her telephone was listed with Yale as the
address.

She walked over to the Yale Station post office, opened her box,
and took out a single letter.  The paper was Crane's and there
was no return address.  As she walked out onto the Old Campus
still looking at it, Kathy laughed at herself. _There is one easy
way of solving the mystery.  Open it!_  She finally did.  It was
written in calligraphy. _Someone is a beautiful penman or paid
someone else who is._  It was formally addressed to Miss
Katherine J. Smith.  While still in prep school she had adopted
Jenkins as her middle name.

She skimmed the letter and then started over and read it again
slowly.  The president, officers and members of the Alpha
Fraternity earnestly requested that she accept the nomination as
queen of their fraternity, and to represent them in the
campus-wide _Queen of Yale College_ contest.  She thought for a
moment and grinned. _It will drive the lesbians at Yale
absolutely crazy.  And it couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of
guys._

Instead of writing, she decided to walk over to the house and
accept the invitation personally.  At the same time she could
find out what was expected of a fraternity queen.  It was almost
five o'clock when she reached the Alpha house.  After ringing the
bell she walked into the entrance hall.  Knowing the usual
disarray around the house, she stopped and yelled, "Anybody
home?"

Moments later, male bodies started to appear from every
direction.  "Hey, guys, it's Kathy," someone yelled.  In no time
there was a crowd in the hall.  For some reason, she felt like
Snow White with the seven dwarfs.  "Did you get our invitation?"
asked one.  "Will you do it for us, Kathy?" asked another.

The president of the house, a senior named John Robinson, came up
to her.  John was one of the two members who had walked her home
after the September party.  She was shocked as he took her in his
arms and gave her a big kiss.  When she started to blush under
her tan, John's face fell and he suddenly looked like a little
boy who had done something wrong.  "I'm sorry, Kathy.  I was just
so glad to see you!  I didn't mean to insult you."

"Don't be silly, John.  You just took me by surprise.  I came
over after receiving your wonderful invitation to find out what
it's all about."

"That's great, Kathy.  Say, could you stay for dinner?  Tonight
the members have to wear jackets and ties, so they're less likely
to act like the slobs they really are.  Will you join us,
please?"

There was a loud chorus of pleas from the group around her. 
"Sure, I would love to," she replied.  "When do we eat?"

"Well, dinner will be served at six-fifteen.  As you can see,
most of these guys have a lot of cleaning up to do before they
come down to dinner."  John verbally underscored his last words
to make sure his fraternity brothers got the message.  "Would you
like to join those few of us who are dressed for a drink before
dinner?"  John led the way downstairs to the bar.  When Kathy
stopped at the foot of the stairway and inspected the scene, John
reddened.  "I'm sorry, Kathy.  I shouldn't have brought you down
here... not after that night."

Kathy brightened and grinned at him, "Maybe I earned the
invitation to be your queen that night.  Most of your members
know what I _really_ look like.  Don't worry about it.  You saw
only a few square inches more of me than you would at the beach.
I really don't mind."

John smiled and seated her on a stool while he went behind the
bar.  There were only two other members with them.  John looked
at them quickly, then at Kathy.  He swallowed hard and said,
"Kathy, thank you for what you did.  From the bottom of my heart,
thank you.  The next day, when the guys sobered up, we realized
what might have happened.  We could all be headed for prison
right now, convicted of rape.  The other girl -- Jennifer, wasn't
it?  -- was in no condition to consent to anything.  I guess
she's probably legal age, but it still would have been rape.

"Kathy, something has been bothering us for months.  You did the
bravest thing we've ever seen.  It may have been too late, but
the next day we realized that you did it deliberately.  We were
convinced that had it worked out differently you would have been
lying on that pool table with your legs spread wide.  You _were_
going through with it, weren't you."

Kathy blushed.  "I didn't really think that far ahead," she lied.
 "But I just couldn't allow Jennifer to wreck her life and a lot
of other lives as well.  Anyway, it all worked out and I didn't
even catch a cold!  By the way, are you reneging?  I only let you
lure me down here with the promise of a drink.  Where is it?"

John smiled at her.  "Anything in the house is yours,
mademoiselle.  The finest champagne, the best imported liquors,
the...  Anyway, the beer's cold.  And Kathy, we want you to know
that we know we can never thank you enough.  I hope you
understand that we really do love you.  You are the sweetheart of
the Alpha house.  Now how about a beer?"

Kathy was looking down at the bar counter after hearing the
heartfelt statement.  When she looked up, there were tears
rolling down her cheeks.  "Thank you."  She grinned through her
tears and added, "But what's a girl gotta do to get a drink
around here?"

The beer and a clean handkerchief were both quickly produced. 
The members found all sorts of fascinating things around the room
to absorb their attention as Kathy dried her eyes.

At dinner she was seated on John's right as the guest of honor. 
She looked up in surprise to see Bill Johnson sitting across from
her.  "Kathy, I don't want to embarrass you but I'm sitting here
because I'm vice-president of the house... and because I want to.
 Kathy, you saved my life that night.  It cost me a little
embarrassment -- and I'm afraid it cost you a great deal -- but
it saved me twenty years in the Connecticut State Penitentiary. 
Thank you, Kathy."

She looked at him and saw tears forming at the corners of his
eyes.  Impulsively, she reached across the table and took his
hand.  "Bill, I had an unfair advantage.  My body is reasonably
attractive.  When I had almost all of my clothes off, it wrecked
your concentration.  With our clothes on, Bill, you would beat me
ten times out of ten."

She turned towards John and said, "Before this evening gets
completely out of hand, could you tell me what this queen
business is all about.  What is the queen supposed to do?"

Bill and John both visibly relaxed.  John said, "It's brand new,
Kathy.  Bill and I will try to fill you in.  There is a
competition in three parts: brains, looks, and athletic ability."
 He looked straight at Kathy.  "Please don't take this the wrong
way -- none of the brothers know you very well -- but you are
pretty smart, aren't you?"

Kathy blushed again.  "This isn't my night.  I'm starting to
resemble a lobster, I've been blushing so much.  But yes, I guess
I am reasonably intelligent."  They both continued to look at
her.  "Okay, I'll admit it.  I was just informed that I have been
elected to Phi Beta Kappa."

"Aren't you only a junior, though?" Bill asked.  Kathy just
nodded.  Bill stood up and tapped on his glass for attention. 
"Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to announce to you that
Miss Katherine J. Smith has consented to be our queen this
spring."

The dining room exploded with the members' cheers and whistles. 
When order was partially restored, Bill tapped his glass again,
and they quieted down.  "I have also just learned that our queen,
Miss Smith, a junior here at Yale, has just been elected to Phi
Beta Kappa."  Before he was drowned out by the shouting he
yelled, "We've got the brains side locked!"

All the brothers crowded around Kathy's chair.  She finally stood
up and set up an impromptu receiving line.  After shaking hands,
kissing or hugging each member, they all sat down.

"Kathy," John said, "I hope it's obvious to you that the brothers
love you.  By the way, you aren't in a fraternity or sorority,
are you?"

"No.  Why?" she replied, puzzled.

John didn't reply.  Instead, he stood up and tapped his glass
again.  "Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make.  As you know,
our national bylaws have recently been revised to permit the
induction of women into Alpha.  I hope you will all join me in
extending a bid to Miss Katherine J. Smith to become the first
female member of Alpha fraternity here at Yale!"

Again, the dining room exploded.  This time, a line formed
snaking around the room, singing the fraternity's song.  Kathy
just sat in her chair, stunned.

John motioned for her to go into the next room with him.  He
turned and looked into her eyes.  "Kathy, I'm sorry.  I wasn't
thinking.  As you know, the Alpha's are champion non-thinkers.  I
just want you to know that we may be inept but we are sincere. 
There are a thousand reasons why we would like you to be a
member.  I wish I could think of even one reason why you might
say yes.  I can't.  But please say 'yes' anyway, Kathy?"

"Yes, John.  I would be proud to pledge the Alpha fraternity. 
What happens now?"

"Just a minute.  I'll be right back."  John tore out of the
living room and went up stairs.  Moments later he was back with a
small box in his hand.  "Kathy, this is your pledge pin for
Alpha.  Will you put it on?"

"Would you pin it on please, John?"

He opened the pin and came up to her.  He was so nervous, his
hands were shaking so the point of the pin went into her left
breast.

"Ouch!" she yelped.  "Maybe it would be safer if I did it."  She
attached the pin to her sweater and then, going up on her toes,
kissed John soundly on the cheek.  John's face reddened with
embarrassment as he slowly rubbed the spot she had kissed.

"Kathy, you know us well enough to know that we aren't the most
suave fraternity on campus.  We mean well most of the time but we
don't often get it right.  I don't think I want to mess with a
lot of pledge garbage with you.  I'll give you a book to read
with all the stuff you are supposed to know.  Maybe we could have
the initiation tonight?"

She agreed immediately and said, "Come on, John.  The cook will
kill us both if his dinner gets any colder.  He must wonder
what's going on out here."

They returned to the dining room where the members were returning
to their seats.  "Gentleman, Kathy has consented to pledge Alpha.
 Her pledge period has begun.  It will end at the initiation
following dinner."

With food now on the table, the members settled for a loudcheer.

When dinner was over, John took Kathy into the living room while
the other members changed.  "What happens now?" she asked.

John looked pensive.  "I really don't know.  Things are moving
too fast.  Just about an hour ago we were wondering if you would
consent to be our queen.  Thanks again for saying yes.  Most of
the brothers were certain you would say no.  One of the guys was
pretty graphic in his description of what you would say we could
do with our invitation.  But the house decided to invite you
anyway because you are the only girl we really wanted.

"As far as the initiation goes, I just don't know.  We're a
pretty rowdy crowd with the reputation of being drunken jocks. 
Unfortunately, the description is too often accurate.  It extends
to our initiations.  Things come close to getting out of hand. 
No one had even _thought_ of inviting a woman to join the house.
It's never even been discussed.  When we got word of the
National's action, the guys just had a big laugh."

He looked at her and added, "Kathy, I can't promise you won't be
embarrassed a little, but you won't be hurt.  You are the most
courageous girl any of us has ever met, so it should be okay." 
As they were talking, the members were trooping back downstairs
wearing older clothes.  "Come on, Kathy.  I guess it's time. 
We're going downstairs again."

When the members assembled in the basement room, it was strangely
quiet.  The members were looking at each other wondering what to
do next.

"What about the initiation uniform?" a member called out.  John
blushed.

"What's the initiation uniform, John?" Kathy asked.

"It's a fraternity tradition here at Alpha.  Pledges are only
allowed to wear their underwear."

Kathy went over to the bar and stepped out of her loafers.  After
stripping off her sweater, she stepped out of her skirt.  Now she
was wearing only a bra and a pair of bikini briefs.  There was a
gasp from the members.  "Okay, John, I'm in my initiation
uniform.  What's next?"

"How about the honey?" a member suggested from the back of the
room.  Again John reddened.

"It doesn't sound like that could hurt," Kathy said, "I don't
know what he means, but let's do it."

A couple of the members slid small square tables together.  Three
tables formed a surface about two feet wide and six feet long. 
Kathy went towards them.

"Kathy, you have to lie on your back on the table."  Members
steadied the tables while Kathy sat on one and gracefully swung
her legs around and lay down.  "Reach down and back and hold on
to the legs with your hands."  With her arms reaching down, her
breasts jutted out.  There was another gasp from the members.

A member produced a large jar of honey.  He uncapped it and
passed it to John.  "This will be an eating contest.  We pour the
honey over you, and members lick it off.  Are you ready?"

Kathy remembered some of the strange requests at Julie's.  At
Julie's though, the substances were usually put on the girl's
breasts and cunt.  Although it had never been done to her, the
girls reported that it was sort of kinky but nice.

She gripped the table legs as John let the honey run in a stream.
 He began at the bottom edge of her bra and started pouring.  He
went over her navel and down her right leg to her foot.  Righting
the jar, he returned to her navel and followed a line down her
left leg.  Then he went back to her belly and let the honey form
large circles as he went around and around her abdomen, belly and
up to her breasts again.  Then he moved back a step to examine
his handiwork and decided to pour more on her chest and
shoulders.  Finally, he poured it on her face, chin, forehead and
ended with honey on her lips.

Kathy felt that it had been like a Chinese water torture, as the
honey slowly flowed across her body.  Although she couldn't see
anything, she could feel her body heat thin the honey and allow
it to flow across her bodily curves.

Just then she heard John call out, "I guess it's time, guys." 
With that, he bent over and started to lick the honey around her
lips, ending with a kiss.  She could feel other tongues all over
her body licking up the sweet sticky substance.

_Thank God,_ Kathy thought.  It was the end of her period and she
was still wearing a super-absorbent tampon.  As she felt her
sexual juices start to flow she fought to keep from writhing on
the table tops.  She could sense members changing places as they
took turns on her body and she could hear the sounds of their
licking the full length of her body.  One spread her legs
slightly so he could chase the honey that was flowing between her
thighs.  When he did she could feel his tongue rasping on her
sensitive inner flesh.

"Have you ever seen skin like this?" she heard one member ask. 
"She is flawless.  I don't know what to do.  I could run my
tongue over her body all day long, but I can handle only so much
honey."

Meanwhile, her juices continued to flow.  It was an exquisite
form of torture as she fought to keep from moaning and crying
out.  She wanted to writhe on the table top but, with an effort
of will, managed to remain still.  After what seemed like hours
it was over and they helped her up to a sitting position on a
table.  Kathy stretched and massaged her aching shoulder muscles
to work out the kinks from having her arms outstretched below
her.  She could still see some honey on her bikini.  The fabric
at the hips was so narrow that John hadn't stopped pouring as he
went across. _I should be flattered,_ she thought. _The guys
would rather lick the honey from me than from fabric._

A member gave her a glass of beer.  She took it gratefully and
drank it, suddenly realizing how thirsty she was.  Again the
members were looking around at one another obviously trying to
figure out what to do next.

"I think that's about enough, guys, don't you?" John said in a
voice loud enough to carry across the room, "What do you say?"

A voice called out, "No one has ever been initiated into Alpha
without being paddled.  It's tradition!"

John blushed again.

"I guess you have to do it, John.  This is Yale and tradition
must be observed.  Let's do it!" Kathy said, making a little face
and touching her bottom.

A few moments later some members appeared carrying a strange
object draped with a sheet.  Kathy was puzzled as others put the
tables back against the wall and positioned the object where the
tables had been.  One stripped off the sheet and threw it towards
the corner.  The object was a strange-shaped leather-covered
piece of furniture.  It had a sloping top covered with a leather
pad and it seemed that the height of its legs was adjustable.

"Come with me, Kathy," John said softly.

She followed him over to the object and studied it.  She thought
she knew what was coming next as members looked at her long legs
and made tentative adjustments to its legs.  She realized how it
worked.  To save John from further embarrassment she went over
and lay over the higher end.  "Is this the right way?" sheasked.

"You got it, but the height isn't quite right."  he replied.

She straightened up and stepped away to give them room to work. 
Final adjustments were made on the object's legs and then they
were solidly tightened.

When Kathy bent over it again, her toes just touched the floor
and there were hand grips that she could just reach.  She
realized there were handcuffs which could be secured.  As she lay
on it she could feel the stickiness of the vestigial honey
against the object's leather.  Because of its stickiness, her
body couldn't easily slide.  She could feel the contact from her
abdomen to her shoulders.

"Do you want the handcuffs, Kathy?" she heard John say.  "If you
move, we have to wait and start over, so they're there to help
you if you want."

"Thanks, John.  I think I can hold on.  Let's go."

Kathy realized that in her present position her ass was her
body's highest point.  It was up in the air and exposed to
anything.  She just lay there with her hair cascading over her
head towards the floor, waiting.  She didn't know what would
happen, but she knew about fraternity paddles and assumed that
one would be used on her.  Then a stroke hit her almost-bare
cheeks lightly.  Was he just trying the range?  There was another
and another.  Kathy was surprised.  They weren't at all hard, but
they kept coming.  She could feel her ass cheeks reddening as the
light blows continued.

Then she felt something else. _My God,_ she thought, _I'm a
masochist!  This spanking is turning me on!_

Still it continued, not hard, but with increasing frequency.  She
gripped the handholds and gritted her teeth to silence the moans
that she was sure would come.  She knew that, were it not for the
tampon, her cuntal juices would be running down her legs in a
river.  Faster and faster the paddle came down on her small
bottom.  She realized that she was being struck harder but it
didn't really hurt. _My bottom must be cherry red by now,_ she
thought. _Now aren't you sorry you don't have a well-padded ass?
It may not be pretty, but it sure would be useful right about
now!_  Still the beating continued.  She had no idea of the
passage of time.  It seemed like she had been in this position
for hours, but it couldn't have been more than a matter of a few
minutes.

Now she realized that her clit was being stimulated from contact
with the sharp curve on the leather top.  With a supreme effort
of will she tried to keep herself from writhing in ecstasy.  The
spanking continued and now her insides were in agony from the
sexual stimulation.  Kathy realized she was suffering not from
physical pain but from the sexual pleasure she was trying so
desperately to control.  Her sweat was running down her back and
into her hair and she was in agony.

It was no use.  She felt her pelvis shake as her release came. 
Although she kept from crying out, she knew that her juices had
overwhelmed the tampon and were flowing down her legs.  As she
clung to the hand grips she hoped that the light in the cellar
wasn't good enough for the members to see what had happened to
her.  Suddenly, it was over.  The assault of the paddle on her
nether cheeks stopped and Kathy collapsed on the device.

"Kathy, you were great," she heard John say, "I hope I didn't
hurt you."  He helped her straighten up and then held her as a
wave of dizziness passed over her.

She pulled her damp hair back from her face with one hand and
looked at him.  His eyes were bright. _He knows what happened,_
Kathy thought.  She touched her bottom which was stinging now and
was hot to the touch.  "Ouch, I'll be crippled for life," she
said as she ruefully rubbed her tender bottom.

"I think you might like to clean up now, wouldn't you... Sister
Kathy?" John said softly.

"I certainly would.  Where can I go?" Kathy asked.

"Hey, guys," John called out, "Kathy wants to get cleaned up. 
Make sure no one is wandering around on the main floor and get
most of the junk out of the good bathroom.  Let's go!"

The members rushed for the stairway.  When they heard the coast
was clear, John and Kathy followed them up with another member
carrying Kathy's clothing.  She smiled her thanks as she was
shown into a typical fraternity bathroom that showed signs of a
hurried attempt at cleanup.

_Oh, well,_ Kathy thought, _I'm used to places like this._

The boy hung her clothes on a hook where they wouldn't get wet
and carefully closed the door as he left.

Kathy took off her bra and looked down at her bikini.  Turning on
the shower she adjusted the water temperature and then stepped
in.  Using the soap she washed the bikini she was still wearing.
She shrugged, reached out for her bra, put it back on and washed
it as well.  Then she stepped out of the shower, stripped her
underwear off again and hung them over a towel to dry.

Stepping back into the shower she soaped her body.  Between the
honey, her sweat and her sexual juices she felt grubby.  One of
the boys had supplied a bottle of shampoo which she used to soap
her hair.  Strands still stuck together as she worked the lather
in.  She repeated the process until it was as clean as usual. 
_There is no conditioner, but a girl can't have everything,_ she
thought.  Finally she pulled out the tampon and soaped her cleft.
 She worked her fingers in and let the water pour on it.  Gently,
she massaged her bottom which was sore, but didn't really hurt. 
She was reasonably sure that it hadn't been bruised.  Shifting
the water to cold, she let it run over her body, then stood
shivering as it flowed over her nipples causing them to harden.

Finally, after running her hands over her body be sure she hadn't
missed anything, she shut off the water and stepped out.  Picking
up a clean bath towel, she rubbed her body vigorously.  There was
no sign of a hair dryer so she used the towel.  Since her golden
hair had a natural wave to it, all she had to do was comb it.  It
would be almost back to normal when it finally dried.

When she picked up her undies, she found the bikini was wearable
because there was so little to it.  Her bra was still too wet to
put back on so she put it in her purse.  Then she slipped on her
skirt and sweater and combed her hair.  She felt good as she ran
a comb through her thick hair.  Leaving the bathroom she received
a warm smile from the two brothers who had been guarding the
door.

When she went down the stairs, she found the members waiting for
her.  As she appeared on the steps, one of the brothers yelled,
"Three cheers for Sister Kathy!  Hip, Hip..."  There was a
thunderous roar as the cheer continued.

Kathy stood on the steps and watched.  When the cheer ended, she
said, "Thank you so much.  I was just thinking that I never had
any brothers.  Now I have dozens.  I'm honored that you asked me.
 Normally, brothers and sisters just appear.  We don't have a
choice.  I'm flattered to be chosen as your sister."

She continued down the stairs and was met at the bottom by John.
"Kathy, the last time I did this, I stuck you with the pin.  I
have a fraternity pin for you.  The brothers voted to buy you a
jeweled pin as our gift to you.  Will you wear this for us in the
meantime?"

"Of course I will, John.  After all, I earned it... or at least
my bottom did.  Thank you all so very much."  Carefully, she took
off the hours-old pledge pin and replaced it with her new
member's pin.

She had pitched her voice loud enough to be heard by the members.
 Now she spoke quietly to John, "Can we go somewhere and talk?  I
have a very sore bottom, thanks to you.  I'm now a brother --
sister?  -- in the house, after possibly the shortest pledge
period in history, but I still haven't found out what I came for.
 What is this queen business all about?"

"Let's go to the dining room.  We can talk there.  I'll get Bill
to join us.  He knows more about it than anyone else in the
house."  John located Bill and the three went back to the
now-empty dining room.  The boys grinned as Kathy very gingerly
seated herself on the chair.  John looked concerned.  "I hope I
didn't hurt you."

She smiled at him, "No, you didn't.  But I'll remember it for a
long time.  Now, what's the story?"

"It's a new event, Kathy," Bill said, "And it's still evolving. 
At dinner I indicated the three parts of the competition.  The
brains and beauty you have in spades.  But what about the
athletic part?  Excuse me for saying so, but the guys were
creaming in their jeans watching you tonight.  You have an
athlete's muscles and an athlete's way of moving.  Have you had
dance training?  You look like you have.  There's one other thing
that I almost hate to bring up.  You know there are a lot of
lesbians at this school?"

Kathy made a face.  "Are there ever!  Around here a girl would be
afraid of being accosted in an all-girl dorm.  This must be the
only school in the country with multiple lesbian organizations. 
There are three different ones, aren't there?"

"I think that's about right," Bill responded.  "As you know, the
lesbians don't like us very much.  First, we're men...  Well,
most of us are.  Second, we sexually exploit girls; we hold them
up as sex objects.  I have to say it, Kathy: you are the most
gorgeous sex object I've ever seen"

Kathy gave a mock bow, and grinned.  "Thank you, kind sir.  I am
only here to serve my lords and masters."

John winked at her and grinned at Bill.  "She's got that right. 
I wonder who's been training her?"

"At any rate, Kathy," Bill continued, "we have reason to believe
there will be demonstrations, disruptions, and possibly an
all-around mess.  Frankly, this house is in enough trouble with
the administration.  We don't want any more.  On the other hand,
we would like to do it.  But look, Kathy, maybe it would be
better if you withdrew?"

"Not on your life!  I'm in it whether you like it or not.  I'm
now a brother in the house.  Our honor is at stake.  Look, let me
know as soon as you get more details.  By the way, I don't think
you have my telephone number.  Let me give it to you.  But I
would appreciate it if it wasn't broadcast around.  I normally
keep pretty much to myself."

She gave them the number and John wrote it down on a slip of
paper that he then stuck in his wallet.  Kathy looked up at a
clock.  "Good heavens, is that time right?  The clock says it's
almost three!  If it is, I have to dash.  I have a nine o'clock
class."

Once again John walked her home, this time alone.  As they walked
along the darkened streets, John looked at her.  "Kathy, I know
what happened tonight.  I was swinging the paddle.  I didn't know
anyone could have the physical control you did.  You came, didn't
you?"

Kathy stopped and faced him, looking up at the tall young man,
"Of course.  I could feel my cum running down my legs.  Could you
see it?"  John nodded.  She stepped into his arms, kissed him
lingeringly on the lips, and then stepped back.  John looked like
he had been hit by a truck.

"I just wanted you to know, John, I _do_ like men."  She looked
at him with concern, "Are you okay?"

John ran his hand slowly across his lips.  "If being hit by a
truck is okay, then I'm okay.  My God, what a kiss!  Kathy,
there's a volcano inside you.  What I saw tonight was like a lava
flow.  When there's an eruption -- and there will be, sooner or
later -- the poor guy that makes it happen won't have a chance. 
You know that, don't you?  I'm sorry it isn't me.  But that was
the hottest sisterly kiss I could imagine."

He visibly brightened and added, "You are my sister, now, anyway.
 Come on, Sis, let's get you home."*Chapter 9*

Kathy was sitting in her easy chair reading a history book. 
Although several weeks had passed since her initiation, she still
couldn't quite categorize the evening.  It had reddened her
bottom but hadn't hurt her.  She had come to orgasm in front of
the members, but John had assured her that he was the only one
who knew.  She had been repeatedly cheered to the rafters by her
new brothers and they had all had a taste of her honey-covered
body.

Every time one of the brothers saw her, if he felt he was
unobserved, he would lick his lips and murmur, "Yum!"

Yet all in all, the net of it was pleasant.

Then the phone rang.  It was Bill calling: "Kathy, I have more
information on the queen contest.  The group running it called
around today and said the date is being moved up to this weekend.
 It was supposed to be in four weeks, but the word is out that
the lesbians are planning a gathering of the sisterhood from
around the whole Northeast to protest.  We hear the group even
chartered a bunch of busses to bring lezzies down from Boston. 
The organizers are trying to derail the protest by changing the
timing.  Can you handle the change in date, Kathy?  I've got to
get right back to them."

"Of course, Bill.  I wouldn't miss this for the world!  What am I
supposed to bring?"

"There are three parts, you know.  I guess you wear whatever you
want to for the 'brains' part.  You'll need a bathing suit for
the beauty part.  You have a choice of type.  I'm not really sure
about the athletics.  I guess you ought to have a sweat suit,
good all-purpose athletic shoes, shorts and a top.  Does that
sounds like it covers it?

"By the way, there is something you should know.  Before they got
word of the date change, the lesbians, citing the campus-wide
nature of the contest, entered contestants, too.  Each
organization has only a single nominee.  The rumor is that they
got a bunch of radical organizations to sign blank nominating
papers.  Personally, I don't think they care about winning; I
think they just want to wreck the competition."

"Thanks for the warning, Bill.  The clothes sound about right. 
Let me know if you hear anything more."

Saturday was a brilliant spring day in April that comes to New
Haven every ten years or so.  Kathy dressed, picked up the small
bag that held her clothing changes and walked to Strathcona Hall
in time to be there at nine o'clock.  As she walked down the hall
towards the designated room, she met Bill and John.

"Kathy, it's apparently working the way we thought," Bill said. 
"The test is the GRE that they got from the folks in Princeton. 
There are a couple of girls down there we recognize as Phi
Bete's.  They're ugly as sin but they're smart as hell.  The
regular contestants are mostly looking bewildered."

Kathy entered the hall which was normally used for large
lectures.  There appeared to be nearly one-hundred girls present
and it was obvious at a glance which were which.  The minority
appeared to be very attractive girls who were real contestants. 
She saw the brains that Bill had spoken of, but there were other
girls there who puzzled her.  A few were built like men.  Then
she remembered the athletic competition.  Although she didn't
know what events would be contested, she figured that was what
they were there for.

The girls took alternate seats as if it was a normal exam.  But
because of the competition, there would be no cheating on this
one.  The answer sheets were passed out followed by the test
booklets and then the contestants were instructed to open their
books and begin.

Kathy started through the examination.  Although she did not
realize it, her brain worked like a computer on tests of this
nature.  She went through the sections, marking her
machine-readable answer sheet.  Finishing the two-hour test with
time to spare, she turned it in and left the room.

Bill and John, joined by some of the other brothers, were sitting
against the wall waiting for her.  "How did it go, Kathy?" John
asked anxiously.

"I think I did all right."  She smiled at them.  "I understand
that the grades will be posted at one o'clock.  The athletic
contests, whatever they turn out to be, will start at two-thirty
out at the Bowl.  The beauty contest is this evening.  Tell you
what!  How about if sister buys her brothers a lunch at Mory's? 
Anybody interested?"

They gathered up their gear and went over to Mory's on York
Street.  At eleven-thirty, it was just opening for lunch so they
were able to get a large table.  When they were all seated, the
brothers looked at her sheepishly.  One of Mory's famous surly
waiters appeared to take their orders.  Kathy ordered steak
sandwiches, medium rare, for everyone along with pitchers of
beer.  The boys looked startled.

"What did you expect me to order?  Watercress tea sandwiches? 
Mory's doesn't make them.  I asked before."

The immediate laughter broke the ice.  When the meals came, they
enjoyed the lunch thoroughly.  Kathy signed the check and they
went back towards Strathcona.

It was nearly one o'clock when they got back to the examination
room.  There were obvious signs of excitement as the people who
were running the testing scurried around.  John cornered one of
the men and asked what was going on.  There was some irregularity
with the scoring but he didn't really know what it was.  He did
know that some people were trying to reach the Princeton
examination people even though it was a Saturday.

The Alphas looked at each other, puzzled by the explanation.

A few minutes later the man in charge spoke up.  "Ladies and
gentlemen, the results are final and will be posted in a moment.
We apologize for the delay, but we had to check with Princeton. 
As you know, the test administered today is a variant of the
Graduate Records Examination -- the GRE.  Of course, we are not
scaling scores.  We had been told that raw test scores run in a
specified range.  One of our contestant's scores was
significantly above this range.  Princeton confirmed that,
although it is rare, it does occur.  We were able to provide
assurances to them about testing security, both before and during
the test.  I will post the official results in a moment. 
However, I am pleased to announce the winner of the Scholarship
Competition is Katherine Smith of the Alphas!"

"My God, Kathy, you blew out the exam!  Guys, I ask you.  Can I
pick 'em or can I pick 'em!?"  Bill grinned at Kathy who faked a
punch at his jaw.

They heard some ugly noises down the hall and turned to look. 
The man who had just posted the standings was surrounded by a
group of angry women.  "The lesbians look unhappy.  I can see
that at least one of their brain types looks like she's about to
cry.  Let's get out to the Bowl and avoid any trouble here."

Although there was shuttle bus service to the Yale Bowl from
Payne-Whitney Gym, they chose to take their own cars.  They
arrived at the athletic area and found a group gathering around a
practice track.

They walked over, took a schedule of events and then went over to
a row of trees to look it over.  John read it out to them.  "Good
heavens, there's a sadist loose!  Kathy, the first event is the
100-meter dash.  Then comes riflery at the Armory, then back to
the track for the 1,500 meter run, followed by what's called a
strength competition, whatever that is.  Can you handle it?  Have
you ever fired a rifle?"

"I never have, Bill.  But I've seen enough shooting in old war
movies that I think I know how it's done.  You just look through
the sights, squeeze the trigger and the bullet does the rest. 
I'm so proud of myself.  I even remembered that you don't pull
the trigger, you squeeze it.  Any tips?"

Another member of the group, Chris, spoke up.  "I used to do a
lot of shooting at camp, Kathy.  You have the procedure right,
but a lot depends on the type of sights on the weapon you'll use.
 I suspect they will give you closed sights, but I'll tell you
about the various sight patterns."  Chris proceeded to run
through ring sights, post sights, and open sights.  He ended with
a final tip.  "Kathy, one more thing.  When you have the target
fixed in your sights, take a breath, release a little of it and
hold the rest as you squeeze.  You'll do just fine!"

Kathy went off to the dressing room to put on her shorts and then
joined the other girls assembling for the 100 yard dash.  The
event organizer was looking around in dismay at the size of the
group.  With over ninety girls and only eight running lanes they
would have to have twelve heats, followed by two semifinals of
six, followed by the finals.  They would never get through the
first event.

He explained the problem to them and asked if any girls wanted to
drop out.  Kathy looked around.  The rather small number of real
contestants all chose to stay but a bunch of others dropped out.
The field was cut to forty girls who were divided into five
heats.  Kathy was placed in the second.

The Yale track had a runway, so 100 meters was run on a
straightaway.  Without turns, lane position was not a factor. 
When the first group of runners approached the starting line, she
paid particular attention to one of the girls who seemed to know
what she was doing.

The girl backed into the starting blocks, got out and adjusted
the block position slightly, then tried again.  When the blocks
were adjusted to her satisfaction, she stood up and awaited the
call.  Although the competition was supposed to be for fun, it
was obvious that great care was being taken in running the
events.  Obviously, someone was paying attention to the lesbian
threats and wanted to be sure that the competitions were fairly
run.

The runners were called to the line, took their positions and
were off at the starter's gun.  As Kathy expected, the girl she
had been watching moved quickly ahead of the pack and just pulled
away.  Kathy could see her continuing to drive at the far end of
the course as she crossed the finish line.  She was the winner by
more than ten yards.

Then it was Kathy's turn.  Although she had watched the
experienced girl, she wasn't sure what the blocks should feel
like.  She concluded that the idea was to get a powerful drive
off the blocks, accelerate out and slowly straighten up as the
race progressed.  She went to the blocks and tried her stance. 
The blocks provided the support for the leg drive that she
expected they would.  She adjusted the spacing, tried them again
and was satisfied.

The starter called.  "Take your marks...  Set..."  The gun fired.
 Kathy drove off down the track trying to keep her back straight.
 Her arms were driving as she burned down the track looking
straight ahead.  Her legs were driving as she passed the halfway
mark and she maintained the pace until her breasts broke the
finish tape.  Then she turned off the track and slowed down. 
When she looked up, the guys were all around her.

"Kathy, you did it!  You had the next girl by a good ten yards! 
Why, in God's name, didn't you tell us you were a sprinter?  It
should have been obvious, I guess, with your muscles, but... but
you haven't been in training.  How did you remember your block
positions?  You didn't even look at the scale!"  Bill was
ecstatic.

Kathy was standing with her hands on her knees catching her
breath.  Someone handed her a towel which she used to wipe her
face.  She wrapped it around her neck and put on her sweat suit.
She looked up at Bill, grinning.  "That was the first race I ever
ran in my life!  I'm glad you liked my maiden performance."  She
sat down on the grass and looked at their incredulity.  "Honest,
guys.  It really was."

Bill looked at John.  "Is there no end to this girl's talents?  I
want to believe her, but I can't.  You can't get a start like
that the first time out of the box.  My God, Kathy, sprinters
work on their starts constantly.  They rehearse their drive off
the boards over and over.  How did you do it?"

"I just watched the girl who won the first heat.  She seemed to
know what she was doing.  Watching her movements, I guess I
figured out the physics of the start.  After that, I just had to
keep the wheels turning."

"All she did was figure out the physics of a sprint start from a
single observation.  Good Heavens!  By the way, Kathy, that girl
is the best female sprinter at Yale.  She burns every other
sprinter in the Ivy League.  I think she's one of the lesbians."

Kathy lay down and closed her eyes.  She could hear the sounds of
the other heats being run as she fell asleep.  It seemed like
only a second later when someone shook her shoulder.  She opened
her eyes and looked into John's face.

He said, "That's what worries me about you, Kathy.  You can't
seem to relax."  He grinned and added, "You've been asleep for
about half an hour.  They're about to call the finals in the 100,
and you're in second place.  Your time is only fractionally off
Mary Snyder's.  She's the sprinter who provided your coaching on
the starts.  Let's go!"

He pulled Kathy to her feet and they walked over towards the
starting line.  Kathy took off her sweats and a brother Alpha
took them.  Then she started her stretching exercises to warm up
again.

The race was called.  Kathy was in the second lane, next to Mary
Snyder in lane one.  After setting her blocks she stood up.  Mary
had finished her preparations and was standing beside her.  Kathy
had an inspiration.  Turning to Mary she said, "That was a great
race you ran in the first heat.  Congratulations and good luck in
the finals!"  She stuck out her hand to shake.  Mary, in the
process of getting mentally prepared to run, was taken aback. 
She mumbled something, looked at Kathy and then at Kathy's hand
still outstretched.  She took her hand in a weak grip and turned
away.

Just then the starter called the field.  Kathy took her crouch
and rolled her weight forward with her back straight.  The gun
sounded and she was off.  It was an even better start than the
first time.  It could have been filmed and shown as a
demonstration of a perfect sprint start.  Her weight was just
where it should be as she came out of the crouch and dashed up
the track with her legs driving like pistons.  As she approached
the finish line, Kathy called up her last bit of energy to try to
force her legs to drive even faster.  The finish line came up in
a blur and she could feel her breasts breaking the tape. 
Coasting down, she jogged off the track and collapsed on the
grass.

The guys who had been waiting at the finish line came running up
to her, with Bill in the lead.  "My God, Kathy, you won!  You
beat Mary Snyder!  I don't think she's lost a race in New England
in years.  You left her at the post.  Your start was absolutely
perfect and she blew hers.  She was gaining on you at the end but
there was too much distance to make up.  She couldn't do it. 
What do you suppose happened to her start?"

Kathy was sitting on the grass laughing.  "My God, it worked!"

"What worked?" Bill asked.

"When we were getting ready to get into the blocks, I saw Mary
putting on her game face.  I realized that she was mentally
preparing, so I just stuck out my hand and wished her good luck.
It must have broken her concentration."  They heard the
announcement of Kathy's victory.  Her time had equaled Mary's in
the first heat and had beaten her own.  It was one of the fastest
female times Yale had ever recorded.

Then it was time for the shooting competition, so they went over
to the rifle range in a group.  Once again many of the
competitors took advantage of the offer not to compete.  This
time some of the real candidates passed, too.

"I guess they're afraid of guns," Kathy remarked.

The field was only nineteen girls.  They were shooting
small-caliber rifles on an indoor range at fifty feet.  The
competition was based on the total score on five targets, five
bullets at each target, fired from the prone position.  The
maximum possible score would be 250.

Kathy was in the last group to shoot and elected to go outside to
wait.  As they sat under a tree, Chris reviewed the sight
patterns with her.  Each rifle was fitted with a rear peep sight
and a hooded post sight on the front.  "Just remember, Kathy, you
put the bulls-eye right on top of the post and squeeze.  Don't
forget to take a breath, release a bit and hold the rest as you
squeeze."  Again, Kathy lay down and was instantly asleep.

Chris tugged at her shoulder to awaken her.  "Come on, champ,
you're up.  Let's go!"

The guys followed her into the range.  Chris had borrowed a
spotting scope which he set up behind her position as the
rangemaster called the contestants to the line.  They were given
their targets and five bullets each in a wooden block.  They took
their positions and Chris showed her how to adjust the sling. 
Kathy was wearing a shooting jacket with padded elbows and a
padded shoulder.  She put a pair of sound-absorbing ear
protectors over her ears and took her position.  The targets had
been run down to their position on the range.

The range master gave his orders: "Five shots, prone position. 
Remain in position until all weapons have been fired and placed
down on the mats with bolts open.  Load and lock.  Fire atwill."

Kathy sighted through the eyepiece.  It was the first time she
had ever sighted on a target and was surprised to see how small
it looked.  She remembered what Chris had told her.  Being
careful to keep the weapon upright, she positioned the post right
under the bulls-eye.  She took a breath, let out a little and
started to squeeze gently.  The gun fired.  She hadn't known what
to expect but was afraid that the recoil would smash her
shoulder.  She was surprised and pleased at how little recoil
there was.  She sighted and fired again.  And again.  And again.
This was fun!  The last bullet flew down the range and she opened
the bolt ejecting the last shell.  Putting down the weapon she
carefully picked up her spent brass.

Looking around, she saw the other girls were still firing.  Only
one other girl in her group seemed to know how to shoot.  When
the firing stopped, they retrieved their targets using a
motor-driven wire that carried the targets back and forth on the
range.  She unclipped her target and looked at it.

Chris was looking over her shoulder.  "Just keep doing that,
Kathy, and we have it locked!  That's a fifty!  You just shot out
the center of the target!"

A judge came by and picked up her target after putting her name
on it.  The competition went on.  Kathy was having fun.  It
seemed so easy to her.  Position.  Breathe and hold.  Squeeze. 
Finally the competition was over and again Kathy was announced as
the winner with a score of 248.  The girl in second place had a
231.

They left the range and walked back towards the track with Kathy
still wearing her warmups.  Chris spoke to the group as they
walked.  "Okay.  I give up.  We recruited Wonder Woman.  Kathy,
talking to you earlier, I would have sworn you had no experience
with target shooting.  Would you please tell me how you do it? 
I've been shooting for years and I've never had a 240!  And you
get a 248, for God's sake.  By the way, why did you pull those
two 9's?"

Kathy grinned up at him.  It was great.  She was having a lot of
fun!  She felt that she really did have a bunch of brothers
looking out for her.  "It was easy, Chris.  I just did what you
said.  Isn't that what I was supposed to do?"  She looked up at
him in feigned innocence.  The others howled with laughter.  "As
for the nines the judge blew the scoring on one and the bullet
must have had a slight defect on the other."  She stuck out her
tongue at Chris and raced away before he could hit her.

The other guys just howled.  At the track, Kathy took off her
sweats.  One of the boys kidded her about 'Kathy's strip show' so
she rolled her hips, gave a little bump, and stuck out her
tongue.  She did her stretching exercises carefully.  The 1,500
meters was the metric mile.

Kathy was massaging her calf muscles when Jack, another Alpha,
came hurrying up carrying a blanket.  He spread the blanket and
had her lie down on her stomach.  He opened a bottle, poured some
liquid onto her legs and started kneading her muscles gently but
firmly.  "You're tightening up, aren't you, Kathy?  I worked as a
team trainer in high school and here at Yale.  You can't do the
kind of job you need on yourself.  The 1,500 is a bitch.  If you
get a leg cramp in the middle of it, it's all over."

Jack continued to work on her leg muscles.  "Watch your pace in
the race.  There is a very good middle-distance runner in it. 
I'll point her out to you.  The trick is to maintain the right
pace.  If it's a fast pace, try to stay close to the front and
use the lead runners as a wind screen.  It'll save a lot of
effort.  Watch the girl I'll point out, Charlene Brown.  If she's
close to the front, try to stay with her.  I know you can sprint.
 It's important to have a finishing kick, which is a sprint at
the end of the race.  Look out for the start, though.  There
could be some accidental rough stuff with everyone jockeying for
position.  You can start from blocks, but a lot of runners go
from a crouch.  Now how do you feel?"

"Mmm," said Kathy who was now almost asleep.

The race was called and they went out on the track.  The field
had increased in size again; there were about thirty girls
standing around preparing to run.  Charlene Brown, a tall black
girl with long legs, was pointed out to her.  Jack was certain
that she was the competition in the race.  The race was nearly
four full laps on the 400-meter track.

The girls lined up with Kathy taking a position midway across the
track.  The starter gave his commands and the gun sounded.  They
were off.  Kathy broke quickly and moved to the inside.  A couple
of girls were ahead of her as they reached the first turn. 
Coming out of it, she glanced back and saw Charlene was on her
shoulder.  Kathy was pleased to find that she could maintain a
long stride without a great deal of effort.  They went through
the second turn together, maintaining relative position.

As they passed the 400-meter mark, Kathy sensed that one of the
girls ahead was starting to fade.  She eased over to the right to
pass, still maintaining her pace.  As she came up, she saw the
second girl stumble into the back of the first.  They both went
down on the track as Kathy swept by.  Once into the turn she
looked over her left shoulder.  There was a mass of bodies down
at the point where the two girls had fallen.  Apparently others
had tripped over the girls sprawled on the track.

Kathy realized with a start that she was right where she didn't
want to be: in the lead.  She could hear footsteps over her
shoulder she assumed were Charlene's.  She was doing exactly what
Kathy had been trying to do, staying on the shoulder of the lead
runner, using her as a wind screen. _Unfortunately,_ Kathy
thought, _the lead runner is me!_

Kathy concentrated on her posture and maintaining her stride. 
She swept the next turn and came up to the 800-meter mark.  With
her head up and striding with her long legs she could see girls
spread out ahead of her.  There was a cluster of people on the
infield gathered around the girls who had gone down.  Going into
the turn she maintained the pace while the sound of footsteps
continued just over her right shoulder.  Kathy guessed that she
and Charlene were moving stride for stride.  She was being
pursued by a chocolate shadow.  Coming out of the turn she was
surprised to see that she was closing on the stragglers. 
Entering the next turn she went out to her right because she was
about to lap some of them.  Remembering what had happened at the
400-meter mark she allowed plenty of room.  They closed the
1,200-meter mark and started into the turn.

Now the race was getting dicey.  As if her shadow wasn't enough,
she had to pick her way around struggling runners she was
lapping.  Obviously, the idea of passing runners beginning at
1,000 meters hadn't occurred to Jack.  They entered the final
turn. _It is now or never,_ she thought. _Charlene has been
running the ideal race.  I've been breaking the wind for her and
finding our way around the other runners.  All she's had to do is
maintain position.  And she has, perfectly._

It was time.  Kathy leaned forward, shortened her stride a little
and picked up the pace.  She drove around in the middle of the
track as she passed runners. _Just a few more steps,_ she
thought. _A few more steps._  Dimly she could hear cheering in
the distance.  She was going as fast as she could.  She looked
out and saw the tape across the track.  She broke it and kept on
going, slowing carefully.  She slowed to a walk, looked to the
inside, stepped up onto the infield grass and collapsed.

She was lying there on her back panting when her brothers fell
all over her.  They were hugging and kissing her and shouting. 
Kathy smiled and stretched out an arm.  "Help me up, someone. 
There's something I have to do."  A hand grabbed her and pulled
her to her feet.  Jack appeared with her sweat suit and a towel.
"Thanks, Jack.  You know, a sweat suit is well named.  I'm
dripping.  I must have run off fifteen pounds.  And it's all your
fault," she said with a grin.  She went up, wrapped her arms
around him and gave him a big smack on the lips.  He turned
crimson, while Kathy went off.

She looked around and found Charlene sitting on the grass still
trying to catch her breath.  Kathy picked up a sweat suit and a
towel lying on the ground and went over to the girl.  Reaching
out her hands she helped her stand up.  Then she took her in her
arms and gave her a big kiss.  The black girl looked startled. 
"I'm Kathy Smith.  You're Charlene Brown, aren't you?"

"Yes," came the soft reply.

"It was you on my shoulder through the whole race, wasn't it?"

Charlene smiled warmly.  "It sure was.  I've never run such a
race and lost.  It was perfect.  I was right on your shoulder. 
Then on the last turn you kicked in the afterburner and you were
flying.  I've never seen such a powerful finishing kick.  But,
hey, you're the girl that won the 100 meters, too, aren't you?" 
Kathy nodded.  "How is it I haven't seen you before, then?  I
pride myself on knowing all the other middle-distance runners,
but I don't know you.  I knew you could run, but I was certain I
was going to burn your little pink ass at my distance."

She grinned and hugged Kathy, "Instead you fried my black ass
like Cajun-fried chicken.  By the way, I surely admired the view!
 You were really moving that little ass.  It was beautiful to
watch.  That was a great race!"

Kathy put the towel she was carrying around Charlene's neck and
used it to pull Charlene's head towards hers.  She whispered in
her ear, "It was the first mile I ever ran in my life."

Charlene took her by the shoulders and held her at arms length. 
She studied Kathy: the golden hair now caked with sweat, the
brilliant sapphire-blue eyes, the velvet complexion.  "My God!  I
believe you.  But no one else will!  That was a professional race
you ran.  And you had to run it through an obstacle course of
amateurs!"

She studied Kathy up and down.  "I can tell you're straight and I
know I am.  The lesbians talked to a black organization and I
agreed to run for them.  Kathy, you're made to be loved by a man,
not handled by some dike.  It looks like you're going to win
today's competition in a walk.  The word around is that you will
win the beauty contest, but could be beaten with points picked up
everywhere else with ringers.  Kathy, I ran the best race I could
run.  I don't know what my time was but I expect it's my personal
best.  I couldn't have run a better race, so I'm not ashamed.  In
fact I'm proud to have lost to a person like you."  She wrapped
Kathy in her arms and hugged her.

Kathy hugged her back.  The two bodies, one white and one black,
were locked in a womanly embrace.

When Charlene pushed back there was a single tear rolling down
one cheek.  "I _am_ proud.  Kathy, there's just one thing.  Look
out for a girl named Sophie Stotz in the strength event.  It's
supposed to be secret, but our group found out it's going to be
arm wrestling.  Sophie can break your arm in that event, she's so
strong.  She's a bull dike and she hates girls like you and me. 
If you like men, she _hates_ you.  Now she's got incentive.  The
people know you're going to win the crown, but they would settle
if you had to compete in the beauty contest with a broken arm in
a sling.  Believe me!  She's capable of doing it.

"Say, why don't you just take a pass on that one?  It would blow
their minds!  They'd be so mad they would spit bullets.  Kathy,
you have so many points, you can't possibly lose.  Do it!"

"Thanks, Charlene.  I'll think about it.  By the way, where are
you from?"

"Charlotte, North Carolina.  Why?" the girl replied.

"Because I'm from Norfolk.  I thought you were a good old
Southern gal like me.  Charlene, Norfolk's a tough town.  We'll
see what happens.  But thanks for the thought... and for the
great race."

Kathy went off to look for the Alphas.  She found them huddled
together reading a paper.  "What's up, guys?"

They turned to look at her.  "Kathy, we got trouble.  Guess what
the strength event is?"

"Arm wrestling?" she asked quizzically.

"My God, there is no end to this kid's talents.  Guys, this girl
is scary!  She's smart enough to put you in jail.  If you come
after her, she'll put a bullet in your eye at twenty paces, or
she can run your tails off at short or long distance.  Now she
reads minds, for chrissakes!  Kathy, how _do_ you do it?"

Kathy looked at them.  Then she pointed her toes sharply inward,
put her hands behind her back forcing her belly out and crossed
her eyes.  "Cause Charlene told me.  That's how!" she exclaimed
in a little-girl voice, making sure she sprayed spittle around
with the last words to underscore her little-girl act.

The guys cracked up with laughter.  "Okay, Kathy.  We give up. 
We _really_ give up.  Guys, they say if you can't beat 'em, join
'em.  We went one better.  We got 'them' to join us!  Kathy, I
suppose it will just bore you, but your 1,500-meter time was the
best at Yale this year.  And Charlene Brown, the girl you beat,
is the top middle-distance runner in the school.  But I guess you
already knew that, too."

"Guys," said Kathy, now being serious, "Charlene did tell me. 
She says that it's a setup.  There's a girl named Sophie Stotz
who Charlene warned me about.  Does anyone know her?  No?  Well,
let's go see about the luck of the draw."

The final athletic event was to be held back on campus at the
Payne-Whitney gym.  They piled into the cars and returned to
downtown New Haven.  After entering the gym they took the
elevator up to the weight floor.

They were in luck.  Looking over the elimination pairings they
found that Sophie and Kathy were at opposite ends of the draw. 
If they met at all, it could only be in the finals.  Arm
wrestling is a match of strength, leverage and timing, but
psychology can enter into it.

Kathy made it a point to try to see as many of Sophie's matches
as she could.  The schedule permitted her to see Sophie in action
before her own first competition.  Sophie was big.  She appeared
to stand nearly six feet tall and weigh about two hundred pounds.
 She had broad shoulders and biceps that would look normal on a
longshoreman.  She looked like one of the Soviet or Bulgarian
women shot-putters. _Like them,_ Kathy thought, _Sophie would
have trouble with both steroid and sex testing._  She smiled to
herself. _At least,_ she thought, _she won't be much trouble in
the beauty competition.  If I'm still alive, that is._

Sophie's first match was called.  She sat down across from a real
contestant who looked terrified.  When the referee signaled the
start, Sophie just looked into the eyes of her terrified victim,
and kept her arm in the starting position.  Then she grimaced and
slammed her opponent's hand down on the mat with a crash.  The
loser jumped up crying from the competition table and fled from
the room.  Sophie slowly got up and stretched.  Her breasts were
no more visible than a man's.  She smiled like the cat that
swallowed the canary and was now looking for a new victim.

Kevin, another Alpha brother, came up to Kathy and smiled.  "I've
been elected to be your strength coach.  How do you feel?"

"Hi, Kevin.  I feel fine.  Look, I just watched Sophie's first
match and I'm planning to see as many more as my schedule
permits.  I want you to do something for me, but first, what do
you think of the competition on my side of the draw?"

"A piece of cake, Kathy.  You're a cinch to meet Sophie in the
finals.  And I don't see anyone on her side who could possibly
take her."

"That's what I thought, too.  Now, here's what I want you to
do..."

Kathy went off to get ready for her first match.  When she sat
down across from her opponent she realized that it was timing and
leverage as much as strength that made a difference.  She gripped
her opponent's hand and then appeared to relax.  She looked away
from the girl and allowed her hand to relax in the other girl's
grip.  The signal to start was given and Kathy suddenly and
smoothly took her opponent's hand backward to the table.  It was
a quick win.

Her opponent jumped up saying, "That wasn't fair!  You weren't
ready."

The referee looked at the girl in amazement.  Was he hearing
things?  "I beg your pardon, young lady, but did you say that you
weren't ready when the match began?"

"No.  I said my opponent wasn't.  She was relaxing and looking
away on the start signal."

Kathy was struggling to keep from rolling on the floor with
laughter.  Valiantly, she tried to maintain a straight face as
she listened to the backwards protest.

"Well, then," the referee said, "if I understand your protest
correctly, the match should be redone because the winner wasn't
ready.  Is that correct?  Did you wonder how Miss Smith could
have beaten you if she hadn't been ready?  The match is official:
Kathy Smith is the winner."

Kathy saw John and Bill standing back from the table.  They left
the competition room, went out into the hall and around a corner.
 Then they cracked up.  Kathy was laughing so hard she couldn't
stand.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks while John and Bill
were pounding on her back and howling with laughter.  Finally,
side by side they sat down against the wall.

John looked at Bill.  "Now you have to add comedienne and actress
to Kathy's list of talents!  Hold on!  Kathy only gets the prize
for actress.  The loser of the match wins the comedy prize."

It was late afternoon, getting close to six o'clock.  They had
heard the beauty contest was scheduled for nine but might be
pushed back if the arm wrestling ran late.  The people making up
the schedule never dreamed there could be nearly ninety
competitors.  Except for the written test, the large numbers
meant running more heats and more elapsed time.

Kathy commented to Bill, "Good grief.  If there hadn't been
dropouts this afternoon, this competition would be running
nonstop into tomorrow afternoon."

She continued to win her matches and was able to see one more of
Sophie's.  It was a replay of the first.  Kathy won her semifinal
match and moved into the finals.  Then she went off to find
Kevin.

He was waiting for her outside the competition room where the
finals were going to be held.  "You have it absolutely right,
Kathy.  Sophie is the cat swallowing the canary!  She likes to
terrify her opponents before whipping them; I think she's sick. 
I think she gets a sexual charge out of her opponent's terror.  I
can't be certain, of course, but I don't think a single opponent
even tried to move!  I think they were all scared shitless.  She
is a monster and a real sadist.  I would hate to meet her alone
on a dark night!"

The final match was called.  Sophie was sitting in her assigned
position glowering.  Kathy came up and gave Sophie her most
dazzling smile and stuck out her hand.  "Hi!  I'm Kathy Smith. 
You must be Sophie Stotz!  I've heard so much about you, and I've
been simply _dying_ to meet you!"  Kathy thought that even the
most hardened Junior Leaguer would have been sickened by her
gushing.  It seemed to be having its effect, though, because
Sophie looked puzzled.

Kathy took her position at the table.  Where she had been
gushingly friendly when she came in, she now appeared bored. 
While their hands were being placed in position by the referee,
Kathy appeared to concentrate on a fascinating spot on the side
wall.

The referee yelled, _"Go!"_

In a split second, Kathy came to life.  Concentrating all her
thoughts and all her strength, she smashed Sophie's hand back
against the table.  Then she leaped into the air with her arms
upthrust.

Sophie jumped up and rushed at Kathy, determined to destroy her.
She screamed, "I'll kill you!" and charged with her arms
outstretched, intending to crush Kathy in a bear hug.

Kathy surprised her.  She stepped inside the outstretched arms
and slammed the tips of the fingers of her right hand into
Stotz's solar plexus.  Her hand was rigid so her fingers drove
into the girl's belly like a knife blade.  Kathy thought she
could feel Sophie's backbone with her finger tips as the woman
doubled over in agony.  As her head came down it exposed the back
of her neck.  Kathy had withdrawn her hand.  Now it came down on
the back of Sophie's neck like an ax.  The female giant just
continued over and crumpled in a heap on the floor.

The spectators were stunned.  The whole fight -- both fights --
had only taken seconds.  Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar
from the crowd.  Kathy was surrounded by screaming, cheering
spectators.  The Alphas, screaming like lunatics, fought their
way to Kathy, picked her up and carried her out on their
shoulders.

When they finally put her down, she looked around, found Kevin
and gave him a warm hug and a long kiss.  "You did, it, Kevin! 
It worked.  She didn't know what to do!  I think she's so used to
terrifying opponents that she's forgotten how to fight.  She
wasn't ready when I put her arm down."

"But Kathy, what happened then?  Suddenly she was coming at you
like a bear.  It looked like she was trying to kill you."

"She was!  That's why I had to get a little rough.  Sorry about
that."

"But where did those moves come from?" Kevin asked.

"That's easy," Kathy replied.  "It comes from a youth misspent
watching Kung Fu movies!"  She ducked and wrapped her arms around
her head as the Alphas pummeled her.

Bill had the last word on the afternoon.  "John, I hope you paid
attention to what happened to Sophie.  She didn't touch Kathy and
look what Kathy did to her!  You were spanking her with a wooden
paddle for hours!"

Everyone howled with laughter as they headed back to prepare for
the beauty contest.  Because she lived away from the campus,
Kathy had brought her things to the Alpha house.  When they
entered, her companions were mobbed by other brothers trying to
find out what had happened.

"Guys," John announced, "we've done it. _Kathy's_ done it.  With
ninety competitors including a bunch of ringers for particular
events, she won it all.  Everything!  If she dissolved into a
glob of protoplasm on the stage tonight, she'd still win!  Kathy
is so far out in front, I don't think there _is_ a second place.
If there is, God knows who's in it or what her score is. 
Fellows, it was like the Olympics but with one person winning
every event.  It's unheard of."

The house shook with the cheers.

Meanwhile, as Kathy was standing in a corner she could feel her
knees start to sag.  Seeing what was happening, Jack went up to
John and whispered in his ear.  "Two more things, guys," John
announced.  "First, the basement lounge is closed and off-limits
for at least the next hour.  Second, Kathy is changing for the
beauty contest here at the house.  I want some of you slobs to be
sure the bathroom is as clean for Kathy as you can get it."

Jack put an arm around Kathy and put hers over his shoulder. 
"Come on, kid.  I know the signs.  You need help, don't you?  I
just realized that John was absolutely right.  You had a full
Olympic schedule in one afternoon.  And you've done it on nothing
but adrenaline and one steak sandwich.  Let's go."

Exhausted, Kathy smiled up at him.  "Lead on.  I'll try not to
collapse."

They went down to the basement room.  Kathy was startled to see
three tables -- probably the same three -- arranged together,
covered with towels.  Jack helped her off with her sweat jacket
and supported her while she took off her pants.  "Kathy, get up
on the table and lie on your stomach.  I've got to get a few
things.  Just take off your clothes, and I'll be right back."

Jack left, and Kathy slowly stripped off her top, then her
shorts, and finally kicked off her shoes.  She didn't have the
energy to bend over, so she worked off her socks with her toes. 
She thought for a moment then stripped off her bra.  Carefully
she positioned herself on the table and was almost instantly
asleep.

As Kathy drifted out of her sleep strong hands were working on
the muscles in her upper thighs.  Whatever Jack was using was
warm and penetrating and she could feel her muscles respond. 
Hiking up her hips, she allowed him to work off her bikini. _Oh,
well,_ she thought, _I tell myself I like to be in the nude. 
Jack has probably seen just about all of me, anyway._

She could feel his strong fingers working on her buttocks.  She
remembered what Charlene had said about moving her ass.  The ache
in those muscles said that she had been moving it fast.  Jack
worked up her spine and finally started working on her shoulders,
neck, and upper arms.  It felt _so_ good.  Then he gave her two
towels and turned his back asking her to roll over.  She did,
positioning the towels across her breasts and loins.  Jack
started to work on her legs, and then her stomach muscles.  He
devoted particular attention to her right arm and biceps.

Finally, he pulled over a chair and straddled it.  He rested his
chin on his folded arms and just looked at Kathy's body.  Feeling
his eyes on her she opened hers.

"Kathy, there's no one else like you.  I'm convinced.  Forget the
muscles and the pain.  I could work on you for hours.  There are
no blemishes -- no imperfections -- anywhere.  Your body is
perfect.  Do you feel better?"

She quietly smiled at him.  "I'm fine.  I thought I was just
tired until you started working on my body.  I didn't realize I
had so many muscles.  And they all ache!  Thanks Jack.  It felt
great."

She lifted her head and studied his face.  "Jack, there is just
one thing.  Do you think I could get a hamburger?  A big, red,
juicy hamburger?  With everything, so it drips all over?"

"One big, red, juicy, dripping hamburger with everything coming
right up!  Kathy, here's a robe you can put on.  It's not much,
but I don't think you want to put your other things back on. 
I'll be right back."

When he left, Kathy carefully got off the tables, stood up and
stretched. _With a little food and a shower,_ she thought, _I'll
probably feel human again._

She ran her hands over her breasts and cupped them.  Kathy
decided that they would do.  They weren't as big as some, but
were beautifully shaped and needed no support.  She picked up the
bathrobe and put it on.  It must have been made for a man at
least six inches taller and a hundred pounds heavier than she
was.  It carried a masculine smell which she breathed in
hungrily.  As she wrapped it around herself Jack reappeared with
a tray.  Putting it on the counter he stripped the towels off the
tables, pulling one away from the others.  Then he retrieved the
tray and served with a flourish.

"Dripping sloppy red hamburgers for mademoiselle."  He put them
on the table along with one for himself.  They were followed by
two bottles of beer.  To Kathy they looked beautiful.  When she
picked up one and started to eat, the juices started running down
her chin.  Not having a napkin, she wiped her chin with the back
of her hand.

Jack just looked at her.  "God, you're cute.  I know that's a
stupid thing to say, but you really are.  I've never met a girl
as natural as you are.  You have a style and grace and beauty...
even with juice dripping down your chin."

Kathy grinned at him and pertly stuck out her tongue.  "Thank you
for the compliment, kind sir.  I think!  Now eat your hamburger
before it gets cold."

They finished eating and Kathy went up to shower.  On the first
floor she met John and Bill.  "Do you know any details about this
evening?  I was going to put on my bathing suit instead of
underwear and then wear the sweater and skirt I wore this morning
over it.  What do you guys think?  I was planning on wearing a
bikini."

John looked at Bill, who nodded.  "That sounds fine with us.  How
long will it take you?  It's nearly eight o'clock, and, as far as
we know, the contest is still scheduled to start at nine."

"I'll be ready," Kathy said.  She grabbed the small bag with her
things in it and raced up the stairs into the bathroom.

"My God," Bill said to John, "Kathy says she'll be ready for a
beauty contest that starts in about an hour.  The girls I go out
with couldn't be ready for a movie date, for chrissakes, in less
than three.  And then I would be waiting for at least half an
hour."

Unlike the first time, Kathy now had her own things with her.  As
the water flowed over her body she started shampooing her hair
and then applying conditioner.  She carefully soaped her body
trying particularly to remove the odor of whatever Jack had been
massaging her with.  After letting the water rinse off the soap,
she stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry.  Then she
plugged in her hair dryer and worked on her hair, wiping the
steam off the mirror first.

After studying her face for a moment, she decided that extreme
measures were in order.  She carefully applied a small amount of
lipstick.  Going into her bag, she extracted two small scraps of
fabric that together made up a white bikini.  It was absolutely
plain and pure white.  Turning around she viewed herself in the
mirror.  Then she put on the skirt she had worn in the morning
substituting a cardigan for the pullover to avoid mussing her
hair.  After putting her things in the bag she went downstairs to
where the boys were sitting.

They stood up as she approached.  Bill glanced at his watch. 
"Guys, that was thirty-three minutes, 23.2 seconds.  I think
Kathy has set another world's record."

He ducked away as Kathy swung her bag at him.  She took up a
model's pose: hand behind her thrown-back head, breasts jutting
and one leg forward.  "How do I look, guys?"  The boys just
looked at her in silence.  Kathy dropped the pose and looked at
them with concern showing in her eyes.  "I _do_ look okay, don't
I?"

John looked at the others and then at Kathy.  "No, you don't look
okay."  He frowned.  "You look spectacular.  Like a dream.  Like
an angel.  Definitely not just okay.  Right, guys?"  He grinned
and the brothers applauded.

Kathy smiled her relief.  "Thank you, kind sirs."  She made a
deep curtsy.  "On the other hand, it's a well-known fact that
Alphas have their taste in their feet," she grinned.  "Come on! 
We're going to be late."

They arrived at Woolsey Hall where the competition was to be
held.  While Kathy went in the back door, her brothers went
around the front to get the best seats they could.

She walked in and found a large group of girls primping.  Many
were wearing dressing gowns over their bathing suits.  Most of
the suits were one piece.  Kathy noticed that several of them
were the highly-engineered models capable of concealing various
bodily imperfections.  She noticed only a few other two-piece
suits.  While some were small, none were as revealing as herown.

She went over to a board where the scheduled order of appearance
was posted.  There were also instructions for the girls:  The
contestants were to enter from the rear, stage left.  They were
to proceed to center-stage front, go to the left, across to the
right, back to the center, and exit stage right in the rear. 
Kathy was surprised to find that she was scheduled to be the last
contestant.

Shortly after nine o'clock, the master of ceremonies walked out
on the stage.  Musicians, who had been playing as the audience
got settled, played a fanfare.  "Ladies and gentlemen.  Welcome
to the final event of today's _Queen of Yale College_
competition, the beauty contest."

There was an immediate chorus of boos from parts of the audience
where the lesbians and their friends were seated.  The lesbians
consider beauty contests to be sexually exploitative of females
but their boos were quickly drowned by cheers from the rest of
the audience.

The MC went on to explain the procedure.  Since there had been no
rehearsal, the band played music of its own choosing as the first
contestant was announced.

Kathy went to the back, slipped off her sweater and skirt and
changed shoes.  In addition to the bikini she was wearing plain
white pumps.  She went to see what was happening on stage.

After parading around the stage, as each contestant paused at
center stage, the MC called for applause.  It was then measured
by applause meters rigged up by the electrical engineers.  A
large dial at each side of the stage measured the applause and a
group of judges seated in front recorded the readings.  As the
contestants paraded one after the other, Kathy noticed that the
readings were mostly in the first quarter of the applause scale
although one girl reached the midpoint.

Kathy stood there, apparently oblivious to the looks of envy and
jealousy aimed her way.  Since she had brought no wrap, she was
grateful for all of the time she had spent nude.  Her exposure
didn't bother her in the slightest.  One after the other the
names were called.  Finally it was her turn.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the MC announced, "Representing Alpha
fraternity, Miss Katherine Smith!"

Kathy walked out to the center of the stage.  There was an
audible intake of breath from the audience.  She was holding her
back straight and her head up.  At the center of the stage, she
paused for a moment and posed with her head back slightly.  She
turned in a complete circle and moved to the left.  She posed
again and slowly walked across the stage.  She saw a
concentration of Alphas and gave them a quick wink, turned, and
returned to the center of the stage.  She struck the same model's
pose she had at the Alpha house as the MC said, "Miss Katherine
Smith!"

The applause roared and increased in intensity.  As men rose to
their feet and cheered the needles on the applause meters reached
the stop at the end of their scales and stuck there.  The
cheering continued and then slowly subsided.  Kathy quickly
walked off the stage.

As a number of girls led by Charlene surrounded her with
congratulations, Kathy could hear the master of ceremonies making
an announcement.  "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to
present the Dean of Yale College who will announce the results. 
Ladies and gentlemen, Dean Charles Mansfield."

Charlene folded Kathy in her arms.  "You were spectacular.  This
couldn't happen to a more deserving girl!"  She patted Kathy on
her bottom.  "Go get 'em, tiger!"  Kathy moved closer to the
stage to hear what was being said.

The Dean had taken a small mike out to center stage.  He was
speaking without notes.  "Ladies and gentlemen, I am here this
evening to crown the new Queen of Yale College.  I'm supposed to
talk for a while to allow time for the judges to total the scores
and try to determine a winner.  It won't be necessary.

"I know that some of you in the audience oppose this contest. 
You consider it exploitative.  You believe that a girl appearing
in front of you is presenting herself as a toy -- a sort of
sexual plaything.  Frankly, up to this morning, I was bothered by
the same thing.

"But there was more.  I heard that efforts were made to disrupt
the competition.  I heard that a number of contestants were
entered, not with an intention of competing in the full range of
events, but rather to dominate a particular one.  If there was
such a scheme, it didn't work.

"This morning the judges found it necessary to communicate
directly with Princeton.  One of the contestants' scores on the
GRE was so high it seemed to be off the top of the scoring scale.
 It counted.  In the 100-meter dash, the winner had the fourth
fastest women's time ever recorded on that track.  In the riflery
competition, the winner achieved a score of 248 out of a possible
250.  For the ignorant -- and I include myself in that group --
that is twenty-three bulls-eyes in twenty-five shots.  The other
two shots were nines.  I have it on good authority that a person
believes there was a slight defect in one of the bullets,
otherwise it would have been a ten."

There was laughter from the audience and Kathy could feel herself
blushing.  She was amused at the thought of what a blush must
look like when wearing a tiny bikini.

The Dean continued.  "The 1,500 meters -- the so-called metric
mile -- was one of the best middle distance races our track
experts have ever seen run.  Not only did the winner have to beat
one of the finest runners who has ever attended this school, but
she had to do it while threading through runners she was lapping
on her way to the finish line.  And still the time was close to
the record for the distance on our track.  In wrist wrestling the
winner defeated a woman rated by the experts as unbeatable.  She
also quelled a slight disturbance at the end of the final match
before the spectators were aware there was one."

Laughter rippled through the audience.

"That brings me to tonight.  I'm not an engineer.  However, it
took only a minimum of consultation with my distinguished
colleague, the Dean of the School of Engineering, to determine
that when the needle on the applause meter bends on its end stop,
it's a high reading.  I shouldn't say this I suppose -- I'm
supposed to be impartial -- but I was applauding so hard myself I
had a hard time focusing on the meter.  Fortunately, I was able
to focus while the needle was still stuck on its stop.

"Another thing I'm not is a mathematician.  However, it doesn't
take a degree in higher mathematics to compute an overall winner
when the winner of every event is the same person.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am truly delighted to present the Queen
of Yale College, Miss Katherine Smith!"

Kathy felt a gentle push in the small of her back.  She joined
Dean Mansfield at center stage while the applause thundered from
the audience.  Virtually everyone was on his feet applauding.  As
she stood there, someone came up behind her and held up a blue
academic gown.  Kathy slipped her arms in and turned to allow the
girl to fasten it.  As she turned back a man came across the
stage and presented her with an armful of roses.

Dean Mansfield, watching the proceedings, smiled at her warmly. 
She saw him switch off his mike as he said to her softly, "At
graduation I've always wondered what some of the girls are
wearing under the gowns, particularly if it's a hot day.  Kathy,
what is under your gown is breathtaking."

He switched the mike on again as a man brought out a crown set on
a blue pillow.  At the same time the other contestants were
filing onto the stage behind them.  "Kathy, it is indeed an honor
to crown you Queen of Yale College.  In one body you combine all
of the things we want to have here at Yale and which God so
seldom combines in a single person.  Congratulations!"

The applause roared out again.  Just then, the band played a
fanfare followed by Yale's alma mater, _Bright College Years._ 
The entire audience stood and sang.  Holding her head up proudly,
Kathy could feel tears of joy rolling down her cheeks as she
joined in.  Other girls crowded around to offer congratulations
as the audience filed out.  She accepted them gracefully and
looked around for someone to take the crown.  No one was
interested, so she gathered that it and the robe were hers to
keep. _Oh, well,_ she thought, _they can always add it to my
Bursar's bill._  Finally, she retrieved her skirt and sweater and
put them on.  After changing her shoes for loafers, she carefully
folded the gown and left the theater.

The Alphas were waiting for her at the door, and mobbed her when
she emerged.  They all wanted to hug her, kiss her and tell her
how proud they were.  Kathy was mauled.  Finally they backed off
and just smiled at her.

She shook her head like a terrier and ran her fingers through her
hair to get it back together.  She grinned at the guys.  "This
calls for a celebration.  Let's go back to Mory's.  I'm buying."

The celebrating group marched up to Mory's.  One of the members
was carrying her crown, another had her gown, while a third
carried her roses.  It was almost eleven o'clock when they
entered.  Kathy was immediately recognized by people near the
door who began to applaud.  As word of who had just arrived
spread through the old building, Kathy could hear the sound of
applause flow around and fill the structure.

The headwaiter ushered them up to the Whiffenpoofs' room.  Mory's
unique concoction known as a Green Cup passed from hand to hand
until closing time.  As she took a sip, Kathy realized that she
had left Mory's less than twelve hours earlier.  It seemed like
years with so much happening between trips.*Chapter 10*

"Bright college years with pleasures rife, the shortest, gladdest
years of life.  How swiftly are ye gliding by..."

Kathy could feel tears forming in her eyes as the Yale Alma Mater
was played.  She was standing, singing it with her graduating
classmates, "...In after years should troubles rise, to cloud
those bright and sunny skies..."

She thought of her life's reversal.  It wasn't "after years"; for
her they were prior years.  Just a few short years earlier she
had been a prostitute with no future at all.  Now, the President
having formally conferred degrees, she was a graduate, with
highest honors, of one of the world's most prestigious
universities.  She wondered what Julie would think of her now.

The song continued towards its conclusion.  Kathy shook out her
handkerchief in preparation for the last lines.  She waved in
time with the rest as they sang "...for God, for Country, and for
Yale!"

_This is my graduation,_ she thought, standing straight. _These
were good years.  The diploma I receive back at Calhoun College
reads, "artium liberalium baccalaurei, summa cum laude."  My
final class standing is number four.  Maybe I should have majored
in math or engineering.  The liberal arts faculty won't ever give
grades as high as the engineering and math guys do._  She smiled
at the thought.

Finally the ceremony ended and the crowd scattered towards the
residential colleges.  Kathy went to Calhoun College where
diplomas would be distributed.  When the master called her name,
she walked over to receive her diploma.  Calhoun is one of Yale's
Gothic colleges. _A true "ivy covered hall,"_ Kathy thought as
she reached out her hand.

The master, after giving her the diploma, put out his arms and
pulled her into a powerful hug.  "Kathy," he said softly, "having
you here at Calhoun has been one of my real pleasures at Yale. 
I'm only sorry you didn't spend more time with us."

He kissed her on the cheek, and raised his voice, "Ladies and
gentlemen, could we have a round of applause for the Queen of
Yale College and Calhoun's top graduate this year, Katherine J.
Smith!"  Her classmates stood and applauded as, red-faced, she
walked back to her seat.

Bob Ferguson had come up for commencement and was seated next to
her.  "Kathy, Sam would be so proud.  I know I am.  Everything he
hoped you would do, you have done... and far more besides. 
You're wonderful, hon.  And I think you have some visitors. 
There are a group of guys standing back there waving at you."

She turned in her seat and looked back.  There were John and Bill
who had graduated the previous year; Jack, Kevin and other
classmates still wearing their academic gowns; and other
underclass fraternity brothers who had stayed on for graduation.

When she went back to see them she kissed Bill and John and held
their hands, "I missed you big lugs!  Thank you so much for
coming."  Again she could feel tears starting to roll down her
cheeks.

John took her into his arms, hugged her, and stroked her hair. 
"I wouldn't miss it for the world!  For our baby sister to be
graduating without Bill and me here to see it is ridiculous."  He
held her at arms length.  "You still look great, babe.  But look
out for that eruption," he added in a whisper.

When John released her, Bill took her in his arms and hugged her
tightly.  He whispered with his lips close to her ear, "Kathy, I
still remember that pool game.  You were so beautiful.  You stood
there like an Amazon defending your world.  I guess you know it
changed me.  I've met a wonderful girl who I want to introduce to
you.  We're planning on being married in a couple of years when I
finish business school."

Kathy gave him a warm kiss and then held him away, "Bill, I'm so
happy for you!  That's wonderful news!"  She lowered her voice to
a whisper and added, "But can she shoot pool?"

Bill grinned and faked a swing at her.

Then Bob Ferguson joined the happy group.  Kathy proudly
introduced the men to Bob.  Handshakes were exchanged all around.
 Bob said, "So you're the guys I've heard so much about.  It
sounds trite, I know, but Kathy has told me all about you."  He
saw some faces redden.  "Well, maybe not quite all.  She was
orphaned some years ago and has no brothers and sisters of her
own.  I know, though, that she loves you as much as she could
possibly love real ones.  I want to thank you all for everything
you've done for Kathy while she's been in New Haven."

The boys laughed.  "I don't know what Kathy's been telling you,"
said Jack, "but it couldn't be the truth.  What we've done _for_
her?  Or _to_ her?  The reality is what she's done for us.  Aside
from winning every award for us there was to win, she whipped us
into shape."

His expression suddenly changed, "Good Heavens!  I didn't
realize.  You must be the Mr. Ferguson who..."

Ferguson smiled, "Guilty."

Jack looked at John.  "Maybe you didn't hear.  Last fall, we got
the word from the University about our house: Clean up or close
up... and fast.  It was all the structural work: the fire safety
stuff, and the bathrooms.  The cost was nearly a million dollars.
 Then we got a call from a man named Ferguson -- Mr. Ferguson,
here, obviously -- who is trustee of a foundation in Norfolk.  He
said we won an award for capital projects of a million..."

He stopped in the middle of his sentence and looked at Bob
Ferguson, whose head was bent as he studied something fascinating
on the ground.  Then he looked at Kathy who was trying to
disappear into the shrubbery.  "Of course, it was you!  My God,
how dumb can we be.  Kathy's from Norfolk and by a coincidence a
Norfolk-based charitable foundation decides that an impoverished
fraternity in New Haven -- damnyankee territory, if you will --
needs money to fix its joint up.

"Katherine Smith, don't you dare try to hide!  Stand up straight
in front of the Alpha Council.  What do you have to say for
yourself?"

Kathy stood up straight in front of him.  Tears started to form
in her eyes.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean...  I didn't want...  I
don't know what I mean."  She continued to stand with her head up
straight and her arms at her sides as the tears started to pour
down her cheeks.

Jack took her in his arms and held her.  He could feel her body
shaking with sobs as she nestled into his shoulder.  He stroked
her hair which was silken gold.  "God, Kathy, I'm sorry.  Look at
you!"  He held her out at arms length.  "You're sorry for getting
us more money than we could ever think about -- and on a single
phone call, I'll bet!  Right?"  Kathy nodded her head.  "You
lovely little idiot.  You're standing there crying because you
saved our house, for chrissakes.  That's really something to be
ashamed of."

Then he took her into his arms and kissed her hard.  When he
released her, the other brothers took her and kissed her, too. 
Soon Kathy's head was swimming.  Some of the kisses were
decidedly unbrotherly.

Jack looked at Ferguson.  "It was only a single call, wasn't it?
It had to be.  The timing was too quick for anything else.  I'll
bet we got your letter only a couple of days after Kathy knew. 
My God!  What did she tell you?"

Bob Ferguson looked a little sheepish.  "Well, she said that you
fellows had a financial emergency, and... well...  Oh hell, it's
all her money anyway!"

The boys spun on Kathy who was glaring at Bob Ferguson, "You
promised!"

Ferguson looked miserable, "I'm sorry, hon.  It slipped out."

"Katherine Smith, are we to understand that you made a gift to
the house of one million dollars _of your own money!_  Is that
true?"

Kathy nodded once.

"She's done it to us again, guys!  She really has.  John, I think
it was your idea to pledge Kathy into the house, wasn't it?  What
a dumb move.  All we got out of that deal was a house full of
trophies, a crown or two, a jump in our academic standing, a few
athletic records and a million dollars."

He took Kathy in his arms and kissed her again.  He kept his arm
around her waist as he turned towards his friends.  He started to
laugh.  "This reminds me somehow of that old story about the
shotgun marriage to the beautiful nymphomaniac whose father owns
a liquor store... but I'm not sure why."

He looked at Kathy as he laughed harder.  She started to laugh,
too.  Everyone else joined in.  Soon they were rolling on the
grass, with everyone piling on Kathy.  Someone started to tickle
her; another joined in.  Then her arms and legs were held as Jack
tickled her ribs.

"I'm not ticklish," Kathy said in a voice that carried no
conviction.

She was laughing harder and trying to roll into a ball to escape
but her arms and legs were trapped.  Jack knew how to use his
hands and was able to control his fingertip pressure.  It was
just the right pace and pressure to maximize Kathy's torment. 
Tears of laughter streamed down her cheeks.

Finally she yelled, "I give up!  I'll be good!  I'll never do it
again, I promise!"

The friends holding her limbs had to let go because they were
laughing too hard to hold on any longer.  The laughter slowly
subsided.

Kathy got to her feet and looked down at her academic gown, now
covered with dirt, leaves and grass clippings that she rather
ineffectually tried to brush off.  There were leaves in her hair,
a dirt smudge and tear stains on her cheeks.  While trying to
wipe off a tear she left a grubby finger mark.  Jack thought she
was the most beautiful girl alive.

She gave up the effort.  "How many of you guys can join us for
lunch?"

A group of seven including Jack, Bill, and John agreed.  The
others had to get back to relatives and friends up for their own
graduation celebrations.

"Come on, guys, we're off to Mory's to celebrate!"  She looked at
herself ruefully.  "Provided they'll let us in looking like this.
 It's my treat."

"No it's not," said Jack.  "You see, the fraternity has this
mysterious benefactor who gave us a million dollars and the
repairs have all been paid for and we still have a few bucks
left, so..."

They walked arm in arm up Elm Street.  Kathy thought about
University of Virginia Law School in Charlottesville, her next
stop.  Thomas Jefferson's school...

To be continued...

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