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Kelly's Adventures - (M/F, F/F, oral, cons)

by Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2001 - Dorsai@mail.com


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Part Three


The flight home wasn't much different than the flight over - the
stewardesses were just as cute (and helpful and friendly), the
food as good, and we spent longer trapped in the little box at
40,000 feet - playing `catch up' with the stopovers we were
scheduled for as the planet below moved them away from us.

Still, we finally made it home - customs in L.A. hadn't been as
bad as I'd been afraid it would, and the taxes and duties on the
little bit of stuff we'd brought with us (mostly the silver from
Baguio) wasn't TOO outrageous.

When Kelly and I finally got clear of the jet way, we found not
just Paul, but Jan, Sandra, Robyn, and Susan were waiting for us
with a big "Welcome Home!" banner. Kelly and I hugged and kissed
all the girls, Kelly kissed Paul after I shook hands with him.
Kelly and the girls started all trying to talk at once; Paul and
I just chatted about the trip and what all had happened while I
was gone as we made our way down to the baggage area in hope of
reclaiming our luggage. For a change of pace, the airline decided
that the passengers and their luggage should arrive at the same
place at the same time, so it wasn't too long before the bunch of
us could load up Paul's minivan. I rode shotgun so Paul and I
could talk while Kelly regaled the others with stories of all the
things we'd done, and all the places we'd been.

After we'd gotten away from the airport, Paul pulled into a
convenience store; Robyn went in to get drinks for all of us,
knowing that Kelly and I would be a little dehydrated from the
flight. Kelly and I both thanked her; she just gave BOTH of us
the Goober look (as if to say "You are *such* a Goober!"). The
rest of the ride, Paul and I listened to Kelly telling the others
about our trip.

At one point, Paul told me "Sounds like you had your hands full
most of the time." I could only reply "That we did."

When all of us got to my house, all the girls wanted to come in
with us; Paul was thoughtful enough to tell them "C'mon, ladies.
They just got back from a dozen time zones away after spending
almost an entire DAY on airplanes. They're probably tired, and
need to rest and get over their jet lag."

All them quieted down at that, and Kelly told them "We really DO
want to tell you all about it, but Paul's right - we ARE pretty
tired. Can we do this tomorrow night, instead? You're all invited
over for a pizza party, okay?"

They all cheerfully agreed, and apologized to us for not thinking
of it themselves. I spoke up to tell them "It's okay, we
understand. WE'RE still getting over the excitement of it,
ourselves."

Jan quickly gave us a rundown on what all we'd gotten in the
mail, and what the situation was in the house and with Cat, then
didn't hesitate to take shotgun in her dad's car. The others
followed suit, and after they'd welcomed us home again, they
left.

Kelly held the door as I got our luggage inside, where Cat was
enthusiastically welcoming us home.

We got the luggage into our bedroom, and decided that some rest
was called for. Cat jumped up on the bed with us, and after
tolerating a hug from Kelly, curled up on her belly to begin
purring in contentment as Kelly rubbed her ears.

I woke up a couple of hours later to find Cat on MY stomach -
though quieter - and Kelly curled up next to me, her arm on my
chest. I hadn't any more than looked at Kelly when I saw her eyes
open - and her smile as she realized we were finally in OUR bed
in our own home.

She reached down to start petting Cat - who promptly started
purring loud enough to wake the dead - before telling me "I'm
*starved*. What's for supper?"

I thought about it for all of two seconds and told her "Barbeque.
I don't think you want to cook; and _I_ sure don't want to. We're
having pizza tomorrow night, and it's been *entirely* too long
since we had decent barbeque."

Kelly happily nodded her agreement before shooing Cat off of me
so she could lie on top of me to give me a kiss. We lay like that
for a few more minutes before my stomach growled; Kelly laughed
and said "It sounds like you're pretty hungry, too. You order the
food, and I'll get started unpacking. If we stick to it, we can
be done by the time it gets here."

"Deal. I'll feed the appetite with fur while I'm at it, too."

Kelly grinned in response, and we managed to get ourselves out of
bed and moving.

As I passed the den on my way to the kitchen, I saw that Cat had
curled up on the end of the couch. I stopped to look at her, and
asked "Would Your Highness like me to _bring_ you your supper, so
that you don't have to actually MOVE?"

Cat just looked up at me as though to say "Well, yeah, if you
would..."

I got our order in to the barbeque place, then went on to open up
some food for Cat. As usual, the sound of the can being opened up
had her in front of her dish in a matter of seconds.

As Cat chowed down, I took the opportunity to make sure she had
fresh water, then checked her litter box - and finding that one
of the girls had been thoughtful enough to clean it out VERY
shortly before Kelly and I had gotten home.

Everything taken care of, I grabbed a couple cans of soda from
the fridge and went back to help Kelly get us unpacked.

We were almost done when Mabel, my home automation system,
announced that someone was at the door. Kelly told me "You go
ahead and take care of that, and I'll finish here; there's only a
little left, so I won't be a minute."

Doing what I was told, I paid off the barbeque delivery guy and
got things ready for supper. A couple minutes later, Kelly came
into the den - stopping to eyeball the pile of packages off to
one side and ask "Did we really send THAT much stuff back?"

I laughed, and asked "WE?"

Kelly laughed, too, and said "Yes, WE. Ninety percent is mine,
ten percent is yours. So all of it together is WE!" as she sat
next to me. I turned on the TV so we could get caught up on what
all had been happening in the world while we were gone; Cat
wandered in to sit in front of us as though to tell us "I'm not
begging, you understand, but if you wanted to share some of that
*delicious* food with me, I wouldn't object." Cat thought that
any kind of tomato-based sauce was delicious - barbeque, pizza or
spaghetti sauce, even just plain old ketchup were all welcome
additions to her diet. We were careful not to let her have them
very often though, and she'd learned - after being sprayed with
water a few times - not to try to steal them.

When supper was done - Cat had been allowed to lick the barbeque
sauce off Kelly's finger a couple times - I put the dishes and
leftover food away as Kelly started going through the packages
we'd sent back.

Cat thought the wrapping paper and empty boxes were a new toy,
and delighted in playing in them - until she jumped on the couch
and realized that there was even better stuff. She tried to lay
down on some of the clothes that Kelly and bought, only to be
shooed back onto the floor. Ever the trooper, Cat promptly jumped
back on the couch, and laid on the clothes at the first
opportunity (when she though Kelly wouldn't notice). Back on the
floor, back on the couch, back on the clothes. Repeat. Again. And
again. Kelly finally had to laugh, and say "Okay, fine. Here's
something you CAN lay on!", and moved Cat to a different item.
Content that she was laying on something new, Cat stayed there to
watch us while Kelly and I got the rest of the stuff unpacked and
arranged. We hauled everything into the bedroom, and put it away
- making two trips each, and a third for Kelly when she displaced
Cat for the last time. I got all the packing cleaned up - with
Cat's expert `assistance'. Both of us knew that there would be a
few more packages, delivered over the next couple of weeks, but
we'd have plenty of time and energy to deal with them then.

I went into my home office to see how many messages I'd received
while I was gone; only to be pleasantly surprised at how few
there were. Always efficient, my secretary had done an even
better job while I was gone; there were only a couple dozen
things needing my attention. It didn't take me long to tell her
how to deal with most of them, and the few that were left were
things that I'd have to take care of myself at my offices. While
I was at it, I send an email to Marlyn, telling her that we'd
gotten home just fine, and that we wanted to thank her for all
the help she'd given us. Kelly came in as I was doing it, and
gave me a hug and kiss when she saw who I was sending it to.

With most of our just-got-home stuff done, Kelly and I both
realized that we were still tired - and most definitely
jet-lagged. At her suggestion, we went in to share a shower, then
went to bed - with Cat curled up next to Kelly's belly while I
spooned with her back.

-----

We slept in the next morning, and even took a nap the next
afternoon - waking when Paul called to see what time they should
all come over. A quick consultation with me, and Kelly told him
that 6:30 would be fine.

Awake again, we got up and moving. We went grocery shopping to
make sure we had enough drinks and munchies for everyone, with a
side trip to get some supplies so we could wrap the gifts we'd
brought back. We were just finishing when Mabel let us know that
everyone ("Seven", as Mabel reported) had arrived. Kelly opened
the door and invited all of them in - Paul, his boys John and
Leo, Sandra, Jan, Robyn, and Susan. The girls came into the
kitchen where I was getting the drinks ready; each of them gave
me a more-than-friendly kiss before going back into the den where
Kelly and the guys were.

Back in the den, Kelly was chatting with Paul and the boys; when
all of them had our drinks and a seat, she started telling them
about our trip - starting with the flight over - while I got some
pizzas ordered.

By the time the pizza arrived, Kelly had gotten them as far as
the start of our trip south from Manila - and laughing so hard
they were almost crying as she described her reactions to
watching Bhoy drive.

As we munched our way through the pizzas, Kelly and I took turns
describing the different things we'd experienced. When the pizza
was gone, I cleaned up as Kelly continued telling them about her
adventures. With the trash put away, I stood in the background to
listen as Kelly went on with her story. She had all of them
completely wrapped up with what she was saying that they really
didn't notice my absence. I gestured to Kelly, drawing a bow in
the air, and raised my eyebrows. She understood that I was asking
if she wanted to hand out the gifts, and let me know she did with
a quick nod of her head.

I made my way back to the bedroom and collected some of the
things that we'd brought back, then moved them to the end of the
hall, but where they'd be out of sight of our guests. I went back
for the second trip, left the second armload with the first, and
went back to where Kelly could see me, nodding to her when she
looked at me.

She ended her current story, and told them that we had some gifts
for them. Paul wasn't particularly surprised, and didn't say
anything - nor did John or Leo. But the girls DID protest - but
it didn't do them any good. When it suited her, Kelly could be
*almost* as uncooperative as I could.

Once the fussing was over, it didn't take long to get everything
handed out. Paul was delighted with the carved nameplate Kelly
had gotten him, and the Barong Tagalog I'd picked out. The boys
were in awe over the wall plaques I'd brought back that showed
all the different types of weapons - mostly knives with blades of
varying designs - that the Philippines had seen. The girls were
all delighted with the embroidered blouses and seashell jewelry
we'd brought them. Finally, it was time for us to give them the
silverwork that we'd gotten them in Baguio.

Kelly and I took turns handing out the last gifts. Jan was
absolutely overawed by the filigree bracelet we gave her. For her
part, Robyn was speechless after she'd opened the box that held
the white gold and silver earrings Kelly had helped me select -
each of them an incredible work of art. Susan could only stare at
the gift I handed her: a ring with an incredibly detailed floral
pattern, fastened by a fine silver chain to an equally detailed
bracelet. Last was Sandra, who started crying when she saw the
delicacy of the silver mesh necklace Kelly had handed her -
nearly two inches wide ("Five centimeters!" the salesman had
assured me), the bottom side was fringed with incredibly small
silver links, each smaller than a grain of rice. The four of them
took a few minutes to ooh and ah over each other's gifts before
the all decided that it was time to give Kelly and me a hug and
kiss. I could tell from Kelly's reaction that the kisses she'd
gotten had been as `personal' as I'd received - I didn't expect
that either one of us would have to worry about washing our
tonsils for a long time to come. By this time, Paul had figured
out that all the girls were more than `just friends'; he didn't
bat an eye at what went on. The boys seemed pretty sure that all
the girls were just crazy, and didn't pay any more attention to
them than necessary.

When they'd all sat down again, Kelly resumed telling them about
her adventures; I picked it up after a little while, so Kelly
could rest her voice. A bit later, Kelly took over for me, for
the same reason. We spent the rest of the evening going back and
forth as we replayed the highlights of our trip - except for the
side trip to San Fernando. By unvoiced agreement, Kelly and I
skipped around it; at least, until we knew what was going to
happen with my idea.

By the time late evening came around, we'd covered about half the
trip. Kelly was talking at the time, and saw the boys getting
sleepy. She finished what she was talking about, and gestured
toward them, saying that if everyone wanted to come over that
weekend, we'd finish, and have photos to show them, too. Everyone
- except the boys, who were too sleepy to be paying attention -
agreed, and we set a time for mid-afternoon, with the promise of
a cookout for supper.

Things broke up soon after that, with each of the girls giving
Kelly and I another kiss before they left.

-----

The next day, I went in to my office to take care of the few
items that my secretary hadn't been able to deal with while I was
gone. When she saw me coming in the door, she surprised me by
getting up to give me a hug before welcoming me back. She was in
awe at the craftsmanship and beauty of the bird brooch I'd gotten
her in Baguio, and hugged me again in thanks.

A couple of hours later, Kelly came in after she'd taken all the
film she'd used (over fifty rolls of 36 exposure!) to be
developed. She got a greeting similar to mine, and had brought
her own gift: a beautifully embroidered shawl that my secretary,
Sarah, absolutely fell in love with.

Kelly and I quickly got ourselves organized, and started working
on the first draft of the report my client expected. Sarah took
care of organizing our receipts and expense claims, Kelly went
through the forms that I'd completed (I'd taken the time to gin
up a form that covered the details my client was after), and I
transferred my notes from the electronic organizer Kelly had
given me and got them into my computer. The rest of the day went
by relatively quickly, with all of us thoroughly engrossed in our
respective tasks. When Kelly and I finally left, Sarah again
thanked us for the gifts before giving each of us another hug.

The next day, Kelly and I arrived together to see Sarah proudly
wearing both the shawl _and_ pin we'd given her. She fairly
beamed at us as we went back to drafting our initial report.

Kelly finished before I did, and came in to bring me a cup of
coffee and a kiss as she watched me work. I looked over at her
and said "Why don't you see if you can get us an appointment with
the Bishop? Preferably for some time after we get back the
pictures you took - say, next week?"

She got a happy smile on her face and kissed me again before
leaving to make the call. Since she was in the room next to mine,
and the door between was open, I could listen as she was quickly
put in touch with Bishop Ferguson, and made arrangements for us
to meet with him the following Tuesday. From there, she went into
let Sarah know that we'd be out of the office for a while that
day, and for approximately how long. She came in to see if there
was anything else she could do, and I told her it would help if
she could get started on getting the report ready to print. She
agreed, and asked if tomorrow afternoon would be okay for the
meeting with my client. I told her that would be perfect, and she
asked Sarah to get it set up.

Kelly knew what was needed, and by the time I was finished with
what I was working on, she had things set up and ready to roll.
All that was left was for us to clean up any errors from a
spelling and grammar check, and we were ready to print. I told
Kelly that we'd finish things up the next morning.

-----

As I'd said, the next morning was mostly used for us to go over
the work we'd done - we spell-checked it (unsurprisingly, it kept
throwing up on Filipino words), then ran it through the grammar
checker - which pretty much did the same. We carefully (!!) went
through the mistakes it thought it found, and corrected the very
few genuine errors. That done, we printed out a copy so that
Kelly and I could each proofread it one last time. Satisfied with
the results, we printed the final copies and got them bound. We
loaded them into my car, and went to lunch; our appointment with
my client was for 1:30.

Once at my client's office, we handed over the copies of the
report, reminding them that it was a _preliminary_ copy - but
adding that we didn't think the final version would have any
significant changes.

That dealt with, we all went into one of their conference rooms
so that I could go over the report with them; Kelly was there to
keep notes for us (her and I), and help me keep track of where I
was in the report.

It took nearly two hours to get through it - my client had a LOT
of questions about what I'd found, and why I'd made the decisions
and recommendations I had. I explained it all to them, and they
were more than satisfied with how I'd come up with the things I
had. When it was all over, they thanked me for my work, and said
that they'd had a couple of other things occur to them while I
was gone.

I asked what those things were, and they told me. First, they'd
realized that they weren't quite sure how to go about deciding on
whom to send, if they built the factory: the first people they'd
considered were older, and married; they weren't sure that those
people would appreciate being sent halfway around the world to a
culture they'd never been exposed to before. They'd gone on to
consider a few of the younger candidates, but they'd then
realized that they didn't know if the younger staff would be able
to handle the culture shock of it. Second, it had occurred to
them that with such a remote site, they might have trouble
keeping up with inventory, quality, and so on. Finally, they were
having trouble deciding if they wanted a local person - a
Filipino - or an American to be the primary person to handle the
job of dealing with local officials and the public.

I told them that I'd be happy to provide any help I could, and
they asked me - straight out - what they should do.

"On the first problem, I expect that you're right - your older
managers, or anyone with a family, would probably have problems
with moving there. I can't emphasize enough how different the
country, culture, and people are from here", I told them.

Kelly discretely indicated that she'd like to add something to
what I'd said, and I let her. She told them "This trip my first
time ANYPLACE outside of the United States, and I can assure you,
Dan is correct. Even with his help, I went through a considerable
culture shock - and I was looking FORWARD to this! If you send
someone that doesn't particularly WANT to go, I think you'll be
setting yourselves up for a lot of trouble and expense."

To what she said, I added "By that, I think Kelly means that
someone that isn't particularly interested in being there is
likely to ignore the culture they're in, causing resentment not
just against the factory, but your company, and even the United
States. Of more direct impact, they will probably get tired of
being there before long, and want to come back here - not a cheap
proposition. Of course, that would also apply to any younger
managers that you might be inclined to send. While it might be
more expensive initially, I have a suggestion that would save you
a lot of time and money in the long term. That suggestion would
be to first select only those employees that expressed an
interest in taking the job; second, I would recommend that you
send the best candidates there for a short stay to see who was
able to adapt to the new environment. Better to spend a little
money up front, than a lot of money later on."

They said they could understand that, and agreed that it was
probably the best thing to do.

"As for the second problem, keeping up with what's going on in
the plant, that's a *relatively* simple task. You've got
computers. The plant will have computers. All you really need to
do is establish a link between the two sets of computers, and
you're set. At this point, it could even be added to the plant's
design with no trouble."

I continued by telling them "As for a liaison, I had a similar
thought after I got over there, and planned to bring it up when I
got back. From my knowledge of the country and culture, I think
that you would be better off with a Filipino doing the PR-type
work. But I can easily understand that you would have concerns
about the effectiveness of such a person. So I'll add that an
_ideal_ candidate for such a job would also have some knowledge
of, and even experience in, the United States - enough to have an
understanding of OUR culture, and thus be able to act as a
mediator for the inevitable conflicts between our culture, and
theirs."

Their manager told me "I should have expected that you would have
thought of that, Dan!" with a smile. He went on to say "Do you
have thoughts on how we could best go about finding such a
person?"

"Actually, as it happens, I did meet a few people that would be
good candidates. Most of them would require a little training
here, to both get a refresher in our culture; and to learn your
particular needs, such as how and why you manufacture things the
way you do. Because of their culture, there would even be certain
social benefits if such a person was female."

At that last part, I heard Kelly give a small gasp - one that
nobody else seemed to have noticed.

As they thought that one over, I looked down to where Kelly was
trying not to stare at me.

A few minutes later, the manager told me "It's pretty obvious
that you've put a lot of time and thought and effort into this,
Dan, and we appreciate it. As it stands right now, I expect
there's a better than ninety-nine percent probability that we're
going to go ahead with this project. If we do, we're going to
want you on board, to handle the liaison details and help us find
the people we'll need - not just there, but here, too. And of
course, you'll be doing all of our I and C work, too. I'm
*extremely* happy with the results you've given us; you'll
receive full payment the day we get your invoice - and there
won't be any fussing from our accountants about your expenses,
either."

I thanked him, then Kelly and I excused ourselves - it was clear
to me that they were ready to make a decision and GO.

Outside, and out of sight of their receptionist, Kelly suddenly
grabbed me and pulled me into a fierce hug before kissing me to
within an inch of my life. When she turned loose of me, I could
see that she was starting to cry before she told me "You! You had
that planned the whole time, didn't you!?"

"Had what planned?"

"That bit about them hiring a Filipino - Filipin*a*! - to be the
liaison between the company, and the government and everybody.
You were thinking about that when you told Marilyn that you
didn't think she was going to have to stay in that terrible
orphanage for very long! You were going to try to find a way to
get them to hire Marlyn for *some* job, weren't you?"

"Hmmm. That's a good idea - I wish *I'd* thought of it..." I
answered.

Kelly just gave my arm a gentle slap, and told me "You DID think
of it you big stinker! OH! You just make me _crazy_ sometimes!"

Then she saw me grinning at her, and wrapped her arms around me
as she said "You big softie. You're so devious with all your
plans and schemes and all that - when all you're trying to do is
HELP someone that deserves it. Sometimes I wonder why I stay with
you."

I hugged her and said "Sometimes, I wonder why you do, too."

She looked up at me and replied "That's easy. Because I love
you."

I hugged her again, and told her "I'm glad to hear that - because
I love you, too."

That settled, we got into my car and headed home. On the way,
Kelly used her cell phone to tell Sarah that she could leave
early if she wanted - that we wouldn't be back into the office
until the next day.

-----

Around mid-morning the next day, Sarah let me know that I had a
telephone call - and that it was from my client. Figuring that
they just need clarification on some point or other, I took it,
and said "Good Morning, Bill. What can I do for you?"

"You can start getting your bags packed, Dan. We're going ahead
with the project."

Surprised (!!) at how fast they'd reached their decision, I asked
"Already? I figured it would be a couple of days, anyway."

"Nope. I told you before we sent you, we've had this on our minds
for a while. What you brought back for us was all we needed to
make the decision - we were there till almost ten last night,
hashing it out, but we settled it. I've got two lawyers that are
ready to make the trip, any time starting two weeks from today.
Today and Monday, I'm going to see if any of our young go-getters
are ready to step into the big leagues. If any of them are,
they'll be going, too. How long would you need with them over
there to see if they can handle it?"

"I think a week or so would do it."

"Take two, if you need them. You've always done right by us, and
I'm going to trust you to let me know which ones are my best bet.
I'll be making the final decision, but what you tell me is going
to count for most of it. I'm also giving you authority to hire
our liaison person. So how soon can you go back?"

"Let me get in touch with my guide over there, and see when the
best time would be. Time zones and all, it might be tomorrow
before I have an answer."

"That'll do. Aren't you going to ask what it pays?"

"I figured to scale it from last time, if that's okay."

"It'll do for now. But we're gonna be working you, Dan, and I
expect to pay for it. This project is gonna save us a chunk of
change, and it's only right you get some of it."

"Fair enough, Bill. I'll get things started, and we can haggle
when I know more."

"Good deal. I'll be waiting to hear from you."

That ended the conversation, and I asked Kelly to come into my
office. She did, and all but screamed when she heard the good
news. Sarah came in to see what all the fuss was, and surprised
Kelly and I both when she did her own little victory dance -
wearing an ear-to-ear grin.

I checked my watch, and realized that if we were quick about it,
there was a chance of contacting Marlyn right away. Sarah hurried
to her desk and made the call; she managed to catch them before
they left the office. With a little begging, pleading, and
cajolery on my part, they agreed to get a message to Marlyn
before the conversation ended. All three of us waited anxiously
for the next couple of hours - jumping every time the phone rang,
until we were finally rewarded by the call we'd been hoping for.

The first thing I did was to give Marlyn the good news - Kelly
was listening to the conversation, and we both heard as she
started laughing and crying. When she'd calmed down a bit, I
filled her in on the rest of the details: me, two lawyers, and an
unknown - as yet - number of others that were being considered
for the plant management job. She told me that she would be free
to guide us when we needed her, and that she would be happy to
get Bhoy to drive for us again. I said that there were a couple
of other things that I wanted to discuss with her, but that they
would have to wait until I got there - earning myself a jab in
the ribs and dirty look from Kelly. Marlyn said that she'd get
things started, and email me the details. I thanked her, she
thanked ME, and that ended the conversation.

When I'd hung up the phone, Kelly gave me another dirty look and
asked "Why didn't you just tell her that you had a job for her?"

"A couple of reasons. First, there's the off chance she might
have her own reasons for not _wanting_ the job, okay? Second, I
don't know what it pays yet. I'm sure it would pay more than her
guide thing, but how much I don't know - so there's no point in
offering her a job when I don't know the gory details. Finally, I
want to see the expression on her face when I tell her aboutit!"

Kelly just grinned at that last part before conceding that the
other reasons were reasonable.

I called Bill, and told him the good news.

"Damn, you work fast. I'm sure glad you're working for me! Okay,
here's the run-down. We got it narrowed down to three places.
First choice is Dagupan. Second is Cebu, and Suribao to round it
off. From what you said, I don't think we'll have any problems
getting into Dagupan, but I wanted a couple of other options.
Would you be able to come in here and give the folks going with
you a little heads-up on the customs and language and all that?"

"I'd be glad to - I'd have offered if you hadn't brought it up.
Of course, your people are going to need passports and all that;
shots aren't NEEDED, but probably wouldn't hurt. I'll have some
additional stuff for them to look over, too, so a week before we
leave would be good. We can cover the basics in about half a day,
tops."

"You've got it. I'll set the tickets up - I know the lawyers
wouldn't be happy flying business, so I'll just send the bunch of
you first class. Anything else?"

"The sooner I know how many, the better, is all."

"I'll email you the list first thing Tuesday. Will that work?"

"That'll be great, Bill. Thanks."

"No, it's me thanking you, Dan. I'll talk to you later."

With the end of the conversation, I went in to where Kelly was
fine-tuning the analysis she'd done of the sites for the final
version of the report.

Sitting on the edge of her desk, I told her "I'll be going back
in just over two weeks. I'll be taking along a couple of Bill's
lawyers to get them started, and riding herd on some of his
people to see if they'll be able to fit in there like we need."

Kelly looked up at me, and said "And you're hoping I don't want
to go."

Seeing the look on my face, she went on to tell me "Its okay,
Dan. I know you'll be busy - a LOT busier than when we went
there. And I know that if I went with you, you'd feel bad about
not spending as much time with me as you wanted; I *know* you
wouldn't do anything but the best job you could for Bill. So I'll
stay here and hold down the fort with Sarah. I don't know enough
to handle the design work you do, but I can sure ask the right
questions so that you know what's needed when you get back.
Besides, it'll only be a couple of weeks, tops, right? We were
gone quite a while, and I need to get caught up with Jan and
Sandra and all the others, anyway. So go ahead, and don't worry
about it, okay?"

Once again, she'd reminded me of why I loved her so much. Smart
enough to figure out the problem, but understanding and caring
enough to accept the only proper solution. She looked surprised
when I gently pulled her up out of her chair to give her a hug
and kiss before telling her "Thanks, Kelly."

She kissed and hugged me back, then told me "Like I said, its
okay. Besides, this just means that we'll be able to get Marlyn
and Marilyn _here_ for a little while. And anybody that thinks
they'll be staying anywhere but OUR house doesn't know what's
what."

-----

The next day, Saturday, Kelly and I were ready for Paul and
everyone. We'd laid in a good supply of burgers and hot dogs,
buns, chips, drinks, beer, and anything else we thought we might
need. Kelly had picked up the film she'd dropped off, along with
all of the resulting photos. We had time to go through them and
write brief descriptions of the where/what of each one. Her
camera put the date and time on the film, which made the process
a LOT easier.

Paul, the boys, and the girls all showed up at the agreed on
time, and we were soon in full cookout mode. Kelly and I took
turns toggling between driving the barbeque grill and telling the
rest of them about our trip, supplemented with the photos. It was
well into the evening by the time we finished. Everyone thought
Marlyn was more than passably attractive, and that Marilyn was as
cute as she could be.

When Kelly told them about what had happened to Marlyn, all were
as offended as Kelly had been; they were also as horrified as
we'd been when Kelly and I told them about the conditions we'd
found in the orphanage - not so much the living conditions, which
were passable, but the lack of stimulation for the kids and
limited food supplies. It was Robyn that simply said "But of
course, you fixed that." Kelly admitted that we had covered their
immediate needs, but were planning to see if we couldn't get them
some long-term help, too. Jan asked who we were going to get to
help, and I told her "Well, my first stop is going to be Bishop
Ferguson." All of them laughed before Susan said "Yeah, he'll
help - if he knows what's good for him!" - prompting another
round of laughter. The first contact between the Bishop and I had
been after I'd threatened to sue the local Diocese. Since then,
we'd become at least friendly, if not friends.

While I was talking, I saw Paul reach into his pocket and pull
out his checkbook to start writing. When he was done, he handed
me a check, saying "Here's a thousand dollars; you know how to
get it to them. The food and clothes and even the toys were all
things they needed. But I know there's other stuff that only
money can help." The girls quickly went for their purses, and in
just a couple of minutes, I had over $1500 in my hand. Kelly
started to cry, which got the others going, as I told them "The
orphanage will have this in their hands day after tomorrow, at
the latest." Paul just nodded as he put his checkbook away.

On that marginally happy note, the gathering started to break up.
John and Leo accepted a hug from Kelly while the girls gave me a
kiss. They went on to kiss Kelly while Paul and I chatted a
moment; then Kelly gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek,
embarrassing him slightly.

When they'd gone, I promptly made arrangements to wire the money
to the orphanage, using the details from the business card the
manager had given me. While I was at it, I bumped the collection
up to an even $2,000. With the money on the way, I called their
office; the time zone difference worked in my favor, for a
change, so I didn't have any trouble reaching them. It being
early Sunday there, the only person in the office at the time was
a secretary who readily told me when the manager would be back
from church. I thanked her, and giving him a little extra time to
return, called back. He was right there, waiting for my call: the
secretary had gotten word to him in church that I'd called, and
he'd hurried back to the office as soon as services were over.
When I told him that I'd wired them some money, and how much,
Kelly (who was listening too) and I heard nothing but silence on
the phone. It was a full minute before we heard him say something
in Tagalog to the secretary, who promptly started crying in the
background before he got back on the phone with me. He tried to
talk to me several times, but was so excited that he kept
speaking Tagalog. We finally heard him draw a deep breath before
speaking to us in English, thanking us over and over again. When
he finally started to run down, I interrupted to tell him that
the money I'd sent was just a gift from some friends - I hadn't
yet spoken to the Bishop, or made any other arrangements. We
heard him say something to the secretary, who's crying promptly
picked up, before he started thanking us all over again. Kelly
just smiled at me, happy that we - well, Paul and the others -
had been able to bring them so much relief and joy. When he gave
me the chance, I hastened to assure him that it was our pleasure
to be able to help - and that we would pass along his promise to
include all of us in their prayers. I asked him a few questions
which he happily answered before I thought I'd better close the
connection.

When the call was over, Kelly hugged me before saying "It's
amazing what a little money can do. Here, that two thousand would
last a family of four a month, maybe two. How long do you think
it'll last over there?"

"Six months, at LEAST. I wouldn't be surprised if they stretched
it out to last a year or more, though; and you can bet they'll
get every penny's worth out of it, too."

"What are you going to tell the Bishop?"

"The truth: that if they sent even ten percent of their charity
money from here, it would do twice as much good as what they
kept."

Kelly grinned, and told me "I'll bet that gets his attention.
Especially coming from YOU!"

I grinned back as the two of us headed in to get some sleep.

-----

Around midmorning the next day, we got a phone call - from
Candice, who told us that she was on her way to an assignment for
her paper. Kelly immediately told her that if she didn't spend
the night with us, she was going to be in *big* trouble. Candice
just laughed, and said that that was exactly why she called. I
just asked her what time her flight came in, and she told me -
late that afternoon. She didn't even bother trying to tell me
she'd take a cab. The three of us chatted for a few minutes
before Candice told us that she had to go. Kelly said we'd be
waiting, and the connection closed.

Kelly immediately called Jan to tell her the good news; Jan told
us she'd call the others, and asked what time they should come
over. Kelly told her, and Jan said they'd be here.

At the designated time, Kelly and I were waiting at the gate
where Candice's flight was to arrive. We stood back and off to
the side, making ourselves easier for her to find. As I'd
expected, she was among the last to appear; she'd told me before
that after all the flying she had to do, she found it easier to
just wait for the thundering herd to fight their way out the
door, _then_ get up and make her way off the plane with little
fuss or aggravation. She hugged and kissed both of us, and we led
her down to the luggage claim area. She told me what her bag
looked like, and I easily recognized it: it proudly sported a
number of stretch bands from all the luggage tags that had been
put on it. Candice tried to take it from me, and I just gave her
my Cat imitation: curling my lips and hissing at her. She
laughed, and let me carry it for her.

Back at the house, I put her luggage in our bedroom - I knew that
there wasn't any possibility of her sleeping alone that night.

Kelly and I took the opportunity to give Candice a proper
welcome: she happily dueled tongues with both of us, and
willingly reciprocated when we went on to molest her a bit. When
we'd gotten properly reacquainted, the three of us sat down
before Kelly told her that the rest of the crew would be over in
a couple of hours. Candice thanked us for giving her a little
time to catch up from the flight; Kelly just told her "Of course
we did, you silly", with a mild version of the Goober look tossed
in. Candice just smiled, and told us "Yeah, you would. I'm just
not used to people thinking like that, is all." Kelly and I could
see it as she visibly relaxed, knowing that she was home, after a
fashion.

While the two of them chatted, I went in to get us all some
drinks - Candice opted to have a beer with me while Jan was
content with a soda. Candice had heard about our trip, so I went
to get the photos while Kelly started telling her about it. Cat
showed up to welcome Candice, lying in her lap to be petted while
purring her happiness. By the time Mabel told us that Jan and the
others had arrived, Candice was pretty well caught up on all that
had happened during our trip.

I sat back and listened as Candice and the other four quickly got
each other caught up on what had been happening in their lives.
After Cat had gotten some attention from each of them, she
disappeared under the couch for a nap. The others were wearing
some of the jewelry we'd brought back - the silver from Baguio -
and noticed that Candice kept looking at it. They finally paused
long enough to tell her where they'd gotten it - which reminded
Kelly and me that we hadn't yet given Candice HER gifts. We
didn't waste any time before rectifying the situation; Candice
was the only one surprised when Kelly and I handed her the
wrapped packages holding the things we'd brought back for her.
First to be opened was the batik scarf Kelly had found for her.
Though Indonesia and Malaysia were better known as batik sources,
it was an art/craft that was practiced in the southern
Philippines, as well. This particular scarf was a brightly
colored representation of a sunset; the scarf was of medium size,
so it could be used over her head or as an accessory for other
clothing. All of them made noises over it, and Candice looked
delighted with it. Next was some seashell earrings and necklace
that Kelly and I had picked out - the pastel colors of it served
to emphasize her light skin tones.

The last thing to be opened was the belt I'd selected for her in
Baguio - made up of small silver disks held together with fine
silver links, it molded to her hips wonderfully when she tried it
on. I was relieved to see that I'd had the silversmith add enough
length to it to let the end of it hang down in front of her a
little - emphasizing her curves most delightfully. With the
silver unpolished, it was just a shade or two different than her
hair, setting a wonderful counterpoint.

 From the noises the others made, Candice knew that it made her
look good, but I don't think she really appreciated the effect -
until Kelly took her into the bedroom so she could see herself in
a mirror. When they came back into the room, Candice looked at me
in awe before telling me "I'm going to have to take you shopping
with me some time - you know what would look good on me better
than *I* do!" - making the others laugh at her comment.

I asked if anyone was hungry, and learned that they all were. I
told them to keep going, that I'd take care of supper. Kelly
thanked me with her eyes before I went into the kitchen to warm
up the leftover barbeque we'd gotten our first night back. We
always ordered more than we needed for just one meal - the stuff
was good enough that it tasted as good reheated as it did fresh.
There was more than enough of it for us, so when everything was
ready, I took it into the den. While the others were helping
themselves, Kelly got drinks for all of us - sodas, by unanimous
vote. Of course, the smell of the food got Cat's attention, and
she made a reappearance to see if she could get a handout. She
got a couple tastes of barbeque sauce, and even a small piece of
pork. Satisfied, she went back under the couch to sleep it off.

It was closing on 10:00 when Candice couldn't help yawning. That
seemed to remind the others that she'd changed a couple of time
zones and almost certainly had a little jet-lag. They quickly
made their excuses and left, after giving Candice their own
goodnights - which seemed to require tongue duels and no small
amount of reciprocal fondling.

When they were gone, Candice came over to give Kelly and I a hug,
thanking us for letting her get caught up. We both assured her
that she was most welcome.

I saw them giving each other a look, and told them "You two go on
- I want to stay up a little while to think some things over."
Both of them knew I was telling them to go ahead and have some
private fun together, and both kissed me goodnight before heading
back to the bedroom.

I actually did have things I needed to work out, so I stayed in
the den and listened to music while I was thinking. I knew the
two of them would be at it for a while, so I had plenty of time
to get the things I needed to do all planned out. It wasn't until
well after midnight that I finally decided that they were
probably finished ravishing each other, and headed back to go to
bed.

When I went in, I could see that Candice was dead to the world -
her face still shiny from Kelly's juices, and a smile of
contentment on her face. Kelly was half-asleep, as well, but woke
up when she felt me getting into bed next to her. She woke up
enough to tell me "Thanks, Dan.", and hear my reply of "Glad to,
Kelly." When she saw that I was going to lay next to her, on the
other side from Candice, she quickly pushed at me, saying "No, go
on - lay between us. She'd love to wake up next to you."

As I started to lie down next to Candice, she rolled over onto
her side, facing away from me. I didn't hesitate to lay on my
side behind her, spooning with her as Kelly moved to do the same
with me. I put my arm around Candice, cupping her breast; she
gave a happy, contented sigh and moved closer to me.

That was how I fell asleep: my wife snuggled against my back as I
held our dear friend and lover in front of me.

-----

I woke up the next morning to find that I'd moved to my other
side, and had Candice spooning against MY back. I could feel her
firm breasts pressing against me, and the slight touch of her
pelvic fleece against my butt. Candice must have already been
awake, because when she felt me start to move, I heard her say
"You don't have to leave if you don't want to, Dan. Its *nice*
being able to hold you like this for a little while."

"Let me make a pit stop, and I'll be right back", I promised her.
She pulled her arm from around my chest, and watched me as I made
my way to the bathroom.

Back out again, I noticed that she watched me again as I made my
way back to bed. When I climbed in, she indicated that she wanted
me to lie on my back. When I did, she scooted herself next to me;
continuing to lie on her side, she moved to rest her head on my
shoulder as she leaned against me with her arm on my chest. I put
my arm around her to hold her as I put my other hand on top of
hers.

We were still like that when Kelly came in - dressed and bearing
two cups of coffee. She smiled when she saw us, and told me "I
already called Sarah, and told her you'll be in later. I'm going
on in to finish up my work. The coffee is set up again, so Mabel
can turn it on whenever you want. You two have fun, and I'll see
you later." She set the coffee on the nightstand, kissed each of
us on the lips, and left.

Neither of us had said or done anything while Kelly was with us;
it was only when she was gone that Candice told me "She is *such*
a dear - both of you are."

I gave her a gentle hug, and the two of us were content to just
lay there for a few minutes - until Candice said "That coffee
just smells too good. I think we'd better drink it before it gets
cold."

I agreed, and she rolled away from me a little so we could both
move up to lean against the headboard of the bed. She was closest
to the coffee, so she handed me a cup first, then took her own. I
lifted my arm, and she happily snuggled into my side, giving a
sigh of content when I put my arm around her. Neither of us felt
any obligation to say anything as we sipped our coffee. We were
friends and lovers that both knew we cared for each other very
much.

I finished my coffee first; when Candice saw me sitting there
holding an empty cup, she took it from me and set it on the
nightstand, along with her own unfinished cup.

With her hands free, she turned and raised herself to sit on my
lap, facing me. I put my arms around her waist, and the two of us
shared a good-morning kiss. When it was over, she leaned back a
bit to tell me "I've missed you, you know."

"I've missed you, too, Candice. But I've seen you a lot on TV
lately, too, at those political press conferences. I'm real proud
of you; all of us are."

She grinned at me, and pulled my arms from around her so she
could guide my hands to her breasts before telling me "Yeah, I
think I make them crazy, sometimes. But after everything I've
learned from you, I just can't STAND it when those people that
are supposed to be working FOR us start acting like they're
exempt from being decent, responsible human beings. If anything,
they should be acting *better* than the rest of us!"

While she was talking, I'd been caressing her breasts and running
my fingers over her nipples, making them stand out. She closed
her eyes and smiled at the sensations I was causing as I told her
"You're right, they SHOULD. And I'm glad you're there to keep an
eye on them, and ask them - in public! - the questions they don't
want to answer. Just don't forget to let people know who the good
ones are, too."

She opened her eyes to tell me "I'm not. In fact, that's what
this trip is all about. I'm going to interview a State Senator
that went public after some political opponents tried to
blackmail him. He not only made his own announcement about being
bisexual, but told everybody _why_ he was holding the press
conference, and who had tried to threaten him. He even released
audio tapes of the blackmail attempt! A lot of his constituents
are upset to learn he's bi, but a lot of them are impressed that
he stood up to the blackmailers, too. Right now, it could fall
either way about whether he keeps his seat after the next
election. But the ones that tried to blackmail him are in even
deeper than he is. Two have been forced to resign, and a third is
under _serious_ pressure to do the same. His private life is
taking a back seat to the PROCESS, for a change."

By the time she finished, I had both nipples standing well out
from the surrounding flesh and her areolas puckered in sympathy.
She released a soft moan, and told me "That's enough about work.
I want YOU, now."

I released her breasts to pull her into an embrace, caressing her
back and shoulders as the two of us kissed - affectionately at
first, then more and more passionately. With her breasts pressing
against my chest, I could feel it as her nipples got even harder,
gently poking my skin. She could feel it, too, and moved her
torso around a little to let her nipples drag across my chest,
stimulating both of us.

When she felt me starting to respond to our mutual teasing, she
started arching her hips slightly to caress my penis where it was
softly pressing against her labia. With the added stimulation, I
started to erect even more. I returned the favor by gradually
shifting the focus of my hands down to her smooth, firm butt to
begin caressing it and gently squeezing her ass cheeks. That
seemed to get HER motor going, and it wasn't but a minute or so
before I felt the change in how she was rubbing against me as her
labia got longer and wetter, anointing my member with her oils.

A couple more minutes, and both of us were softly panting our
pleasure and arousal. Feeling that I was completely erect under
her, Candice pulled away long enough to tell me "GOD, how I've
missed being with you like this!"

My only response was to take her in my arms again, and ease the
two of us over so that we were lying down with her on top of me.
After a minute or so, she lifted herself up on her arms, but
before she could finish what she'd started to do, I lifted my
head to wrap my lips around the end of one of her breasts. Even
with my tongue, I could tell the difference between the flesh of
her breast, and where her half-dollar-sized areolas started; as I
sucked on it, her nipple erected in my mouth even more. By the
time I switched over to the other breast, I'd gotten her
little-finger-diameter nipple nearly half an inch long. She
moaned softly as I went about giving the other breast the same
treatment. Back and forth I went between them, until I had both
nipples gleaming as they stood proud from my attentions.

I paused to admire my handiwork, and when I realized that Candice
hadn't started moving again after a few seconds, I gently pulled
her down on top of me again. Holding her steady, I rolled the two
of us over, so that she was lying on her back with me next to
her. I refreshed the look of her nipples, and then started
kissing my way down her body. After a pause to play with the
navel with my tongue for a little bit, I continued my journey. As
I got lower and lower on her, she eventually moved her legs
apart, knowing what I wanted to do - and welcoming it.

When I was finally between her legs and my face even with her
pubis, I paused to look at the flower of her womanhood. What I
saw was a pair of thin vaginal lips, parted and deep pink from
her arousal and their inner surfaces were faintly shiny with her
oils. Between them, I could see the entrance to her womanhood,
glistening from the juices she'd released. Her labia slowly
folded under the hood of her clitoris, which was peeking out at
me. Her pubic hair was the same platinum blonde color as on her
head, but since we'd last been together, she'd apparently trimmed
it a bit - though still fine and sparse, it was a bit shorter
than I'd remembered.

She looked down at me, watching as I slowly extended my tongue to
take my first taste of her. I dipped my tongue between her labia,
drawing a sample of her feminine nectar from its source. She
moaned softly, and let her head fall back to the bed as she
lifted her legs and parted them to make even more room for me.

With the tangy (but surprisingly pleasant) taste of her on my
tongue, I went on to sample her again - quite a few times, in
fact. By the time I was ready to move on to her clitoris, her
labia had darkened and extended even more.

When she felt my lips contact her clitoris, she released a deep
groan of pleasure as her pelvis moved up off the bed. I slid my
hands forward to cup her ass and hold her there as I started a
soft, rhythmic suction; she groaned again when I started
fluttering my tongue across her clitoris, as well.

It didn't take long to get her well on the way to orgasm; but I
knew that she would want us to be making love when it happened,
so I gradually slowed, then stopped, my oral attentions. It still
took her a couple of seconds to realize that I'd stopped, but
when she did, she opened her eyes to see that I was moving up to
position myself between her thighs. Watching my erect penis
swaying as I moved, she got a delighted smile on her face before
pulling her knees up to make more room for me.

When I was approximately in position over her, she reached
between us to take me into her hand, stroking me softly a couple
of times before saying "I've been missing THIS as much as I have
all the rest of being here with all of you!"

She looked up to see me smiling at her, and went on to say "I
know yours isn't so different than any other guys - but it's what
you give to us WITH it that makes you so special. Every day, I
realize how lucky *all* of us were that we met you."

After I lowered my head to share a kiss with her, she took hold
of me a little more firmly to slide the head of my penis between
her labia to coat it with her oils before positioning me at the
entrance to her womanhood.

When she was ready, she locked her eyes with mine; and I pressed
myself forward as she held me in place. With only a little
effort, I slipped past the tight ring of her opening. After a
brief pause to fine-tune my position, I pressed forward again; I
saw the smile on her face widen even more as she felt me slide
into her for nearly half my length. I pulled back a bit to get
myself properly coated with her wetness, and pressed in again to
the accompaniment of her soft moan of pleasure at having me fill
her. With our pubic hair merged, I waited as I felt her flexing
her internal muscles while she adjusted to my presence.

After a bit, I felt her lift her pelvis to press her clitoris
against my pubic bone. Taking that as my signal that she was
ready, I eased my hips back to slide myself out of her. I could
feel her clasping at me as I did, but the ample oils she was
leaving on my erection were enough to let me continue.

With the head of my erection pressing against the inside of her
entrance, I went on to slip in back and forth through her
opening, teasing her. When I heard her groan of frustrated
arousal, I had mercy on her and pressed myself back into her to
fill her again in a single stroke. She lifted herself in
acceptance as she released a sigh of pleased contentment.

Over the next few minutes, I eased myself into a rhythm of
pistoning in and out of her. First, it was nearly my entire
length, slowly; then I gradually changed over to a more rapid
movement that had just over half my manhood filling and emptying
her by turns. With that more rapid thrusting, I also let myself
bump against her mons to apply a slight pressure to her clitoris
with each inward motion.

It took only a few minutes of that before I felt her tighten
around me as she gasped her way through a small orgasm. I
continued my movement in her as I felt her body spasm under me
several times. When it was over for her, she pulled my head down
for a kiss as she spread her legs farther to give me even easier
access to her womanhood.

With that, I backed off a little bit in our love-making; it had
been long enough since the last time Candice and I had been
together that I wanted to have as much time with her as I could -
knowing that she wanted the same. So the next several minutes
were spent with the two of us making slow, gentle love with each
other: while I was moving inside her, she would lightly drag her
fingernails along my sides and back; or I would lower my head to
kiss her or lick and suck on her breasts and nipples; or she
would raise HER head to do the same to me. All told, it was an
exceptionally pleasurable and erotic time together.

But despite opinions to the contrary, I wasn't Superman -
eventually, I started to tire from my actions, and holding myself
over her. Candice saw what was happening, and pulled my head down
for a kiss before telling me "You look like you could use a rest.
Let me take over for a while."

I smiled and nodded my agreement, then slowed and finally stopped
my thrusts in her. With an affectionate smile on her face, she
reached up to wipe the fine sheen of perspiration off my face
before I eased myself out of her. I asked her what she wanted to
do, and she told me "Just lay back against the headboard. I'll
take it from there."

I did as she told me, resting myself against a couple of pillows
as she turned to move on top of me. With a wicked grin on her
face, she delayed long enough to take me into her mouth - using
her tongue and lips to clean her own oils off of my glistening
erection. When all that was left was a coating of her saliva, she
moved up to position herself over me. Taking me into her hand
again, she held me steady while she lowered herself enough to
position the head of my penis at her entrance. She locked eyes
with me, and started to lower herself onto me, stopping only when
her firm, smooth ass was resting on my thighs.

When she was in position, I cupped her breasts in my hands as she
started easing herself up and down on me in slow, short
movements. I watched as her eyes closed and her head tilted back
in pleasure and arousal at having me inside her, and the way I
was running my fingers across her nipples.

I looked down between us to watch my penis disappear between her
extended labia, both of us shiny with the overflow of her liquid
essence. After a bit, I let my hands slide from her breasts to
rest them on her hips; when I did, she leaned forward to bring
her breasts closer to my face - inviting me to lick and suck on
her nipples, which I gladly did. It didn't take me long to get
both of them hard and fully extended; when I reached again to cup
them in my hands, I could feel how tight and firm her breasts had
gotten from the increase in her pleasure and arousal.

As I was doing all that, Candice's actions on me had slowly
increased: rather than the leisurely self-impalement she'd
started with, she was now hunching herself down on me in a quick,
steady rhythm as she panted her increasing excitement.

I could tell that she was moving toward climax; but I could also
tell that she was starting to get tired. Easing my hand between
us, I collected some of her oils on the end of my finger before
using it to begin softly circling her clitoris. When I did that,
her eyes flew open in an unfocused stare as she moaned her
pleasure at what I was doing. In less than a minute, I could feel
the first fluttering of her internal muscles as she rapidly got
closer and closer to her release.

The added stimulation seemed to be just what she needed. It took
only a couple more minutes before I felt her suddenly press
herself down on me, taking me as deeply as she could. Knowing
that she was about to start her climax, I quickly strummed the
tip of my finger across her clitoris so that her orgasm hit her
like the proverbial ton of bricks.

I was well along toward my own release, so the feeling of her
hot, wet sheath clamping down on me was more than enough to
trigger my own climax. Even as I felt the first of her spasms
pass, I started filling her with my inert seed.

When she felt the sudden addition of my hot semen, Candice's eyes
flew open, and she all but screamed her pleasure. Back and forth
we went: each clasping of her vagina as she orgasmed would be
followed by my release of a spurt of my hot semen - which would
trigger another spasm in her, and so on.

Finally, it was my male limitations that let the cycle die out:
as my testicles emptied, the power and amount of my releases into
her decreased - which let _her_ responses taper off, in return.

When the worst (best?) of her orgasm had passed, Candice all but
collapsed into my arms gasping for breath. She barely responded
when I kissed her; it was something that sometimes happened to
her when her orgasms were particularly strong, as we'd learned
since the first time we'd made love. I quickly instructed Mabel
to start the coffee, and continued to hold Candice. When Mabel
told me that it had finished, Candice had mostly recovered from
the intensity of her experience - but she was still a bit shaky
when I gently lowered her to rest on the bed while I went in to
get us some refreshment. I returned with a carafe of coffee and a
couple of bagels, with cream cheese on the side. I set everything
on the nightstand, and then lay back against the headboard.
Candice was able to help me get her onto my lap, resting against
my legs where I'd propped them up for that very purpose.

I poured her some coffee - about half a cup, since she still
wasn't too steady - and handed it to her. She thanked me with her
eyes, and lifted the cup to take a sip from it. I got my own
coffee, and waited while she got her wits together. By the time I
was halfway through my coffee, I could see that she was in
considerably better condition. I topped off her cup and lathered
a bagel with some cream cheese before handing it to her.

When both of us had had a chance to reinvigorate ourselves with
the food and coffee, Candice blushed slightly before telling me
"I'm glad you held me like that. And I know that you'd *never*
say anything about it, but I'm kind of, um, embarrassed to be
sitting on you like this."

Mildly confused, I asked her "Like what?"

She blushed even deeper before answering "Like *this*  - naked on
you while I'm leaking all over _both_ of us."

I managed not to grin at her; instead, I looked down to what she
was talking about and made a show of looking surprised and
horrified before saying "You DID! You ARE! Oh my god, I'm gonna
*die*!"

Candice realized that I was teasing her - and playfully slapped
at me before saying "Okay, okay! I'll quit worrying about it."

Grinning, I pulled her into my arms for a hug and kiss; when I
did, I could feel her relax in my arms as she whispered "Thanks,
Dan."

We sat there a while longer before she moved to lean back against
my legs again, patently unconcerned about any leakage resulting
from our activities. We each enjoyed another cup of coffee,
washing down the last of our bagels before I told her "I still
have to go in to work today, but you're welcome to stay as long
as you want. And of course, you're welcome to invite any of the
others over, too, if you want." She nodded, and said "I was
thinking it would be nice to spend a little time with Jan, if she
has time."

"I'll bet she'd *make* time, if you asked her over." I told her.

Candice nodded at the truth of that before leaning forward to
give me a kiss and hug. When it was over, I continued to hold her
for a moment as I asked "Take a shower with me, so I can get to
work?"

She nodded into my shoulder before pulling back to tell me "Just
try and stop me!"

An hour later, the two of us hugged and kissed as I was making my
way out the door to head to work.

Once in the office, I found that Kelly had nearly finished her
detailed analysis of the places I'd visited. The results showed
an even more favorable set of conditions for Dagupan than the
initial draft of the report had included. Using historical data
she'd managed to find, she'd come up with a formula that
predicted a savings of over fifteen million dollars over the
course of twenty years, just in operating expenses. While she
finished up her work before generating the final draft of our
report, I went to work coming up with a lesson plan for the
people that would be going with me to the Philippines. By the
time the day was over, I'd finished it, and was pulling together
additional information to include in the handouts that I planned
to give them.

When Sarah checked to see if we needed her to stay late, Kelly
and I both realized that we'd worked the entire afternoon without
a break. I told Sarah that she didn't have to stay - that Kelly
and I would be going home soon, as well. She wished us a good
night, and went home. A few minutes later, Kelly and I had found
our own stopping points, and closed the office down before
heading home.

There, we found Candice tangled up with Jan - the two of them
fast asleep. Knowing that Candice's flight wasn't for a few more
hours, we let them sleep while we had sandwiches and chips for
supper. About the time we were talking about waking Candice up, a
naked Jan wandered into the den, telling us "She's in the shower,
getting cleaned up for her flight. She'll be out in a bit."

Jan then moved over to sit on the couch, between us when Kelly
and I both moved over to make room for her. I could see from
Kelly's grin that she could smell as well as I did that Jan still
bore the scent of Candice's `fragrance' on her. Neither of us
said anything about it; rather, Kelly just said "You look like
you could use some nourishment."

Jan grinned, and said "Yeah, I could. I'll bet Candice could,
too!"

Kelly grinned back, and got up to head into the kitchen to make
something to eat for both of them. While she was in there, Jan
leaned into my side and pulled my arm around her, holding my hand
over her breast. She watched TV with me until Kelly reappeared
with food and drinks; when she sat up to eat, she moved my hand
down to rest on the inside of her thigh, while Kelly took the
same liberty on the other side. By the time Jan had gone through
about half her sandwich, Candice made her way in to join us. Jan
didn't complain when Kelly moved over a bit before gesturing that
Candice should sit on her lap, which she did. As Candice tucked
away her own meal, random pairings of the three of them would
share kisses between bites.

When the meal was over, I took the dishes back into the kitchen
and loaded them into the dishwasher. Back in the den, I found the
three of them snuggling with each other on the couch. Not wanting
to intrude, I started for my favorite chair when Candice told me
"If you don't come over here and sit with us, I'm going to be
*real* upset." I smiled, and changed course to the couch, where
Jan and Candice separated to make room for me as Kelly stood up.
When I was seated, Kelly promptly took station on my lap while
the other two snuggled into my sides.

A while later, I broke the news that if we were going to make
Candice's flight, we had to get going before long. Jan told us
that she'd said her goodbyes - Candice mischievously asked
"Screams of passion are a way of saying `goodbye'?" - and that
she'd have to pass. When Kelly said that she wanted to go, all
four of us managed to get off the couch. I accompanied Jan to the
bedroom - she to take a shower, me to collect Candice's luggage -
before the three of us got in my car and headed for the airport.
We got there in plenty of time, and Kelly and I kept Candice
company as she waited for her flight to be called. Finally, with
a kiss for each of us, we watched her head down the jet way on
her way to her assignment.

Back at home, we found that Jan had already left - after getting
the dishes cleaned and put away, then making sure we had fresh
sheets on the bed.

It being a little late - and neither of us having gotten enough
rest recently - we undressed and went to bed, holding each other
close as we drifted off to sleep.

-----

Bill sent the list as he'd promised; there were going to be a
half-dozen people going with me, including to the lawyers. I got
that information to Marlyn as quickly as I could, so that she
would have as much time as possible to make the necessary
arrangements.

Late the next morning, Kelly and I left the office to make our
appointment with the Bishop. We got there a couple minutes early,
and his secretary told us that he'd said we could go right in
when we arrived. Inside, we found him reading something; he
gestured we should have a seat and told us "I'll be with you in
just a second."

When he was done, he poured us coffee from a carafe on his desk.
After we'd all had a chance to taste it, he looked at us before
asking me "Well, Dan, as always, it's a pleasure to see you. What
can I do for you?"

"Actually, it's not me that you can do something for. Rather,
it's some other people that Kelly and I had a chance to meet
recently."

He got a mischievous smile on his face, and said "I'm thinking
it's something to do with an orphanage in San Fernando in the
Philippines?"

Kelly and I were both surprised, and I asked him "Yes, that's the
place, exactly. How did you know?"

He picked up the sheet of paper he'd been reading when we came
in, and told us "This is a little communication I received from
the Vatican yesterday. Essentially, it's a `thank you' to me and
commendation for you two, from the priest you met there - Father
Villanueva."

Kelly and I both nodded, and he went on "It isn't often that
someone makes enough of an impression on a priest that he feels
obliged to send something like this to the Vatican, via his
leadership - all of whom gave it their whole-hearted approval, by
the way. Whatever you did there, it must have been something. But
after *my* experience with you, I'd have expected that!" - the
last part a gentle teasing about how we'd gotten to know each
other.

Kelly and I both smiled at his jibe before I told him "Kevin, all
I did was provide some much-needed temporary relief to them. What
I'm here for is to see if there isn't some way to arrange
something that would be both more substantial, and longer
lasting."

He nodded, saying "I've never been there, you understand, but
I've heard the stories; the Philippines is a poor country. What
did you actually see that moved you so much?"

With that, Kelly and I took turns telling him about the
conditions we'd found there, and what we'd done in response -
accentuated with some of the photos she'd taken. When we
finished, he looked greatly troubled, and told us "Yes, I can see
why you would be so inclined to help them. What is it that you
would like my help with?"

"Kevin, the vast majority of parishioners in this diocese are
relatively affluent, and I've come up with a couple of ideas that
I think would let the membership help not just this one
orphanage, but several. And all with little or no strain on the
members."

He looked intrigued, and asked "What are your ideas, then?"

"First, I think that you could organize periodic collections of
things that the orphanages need: clothing, toys, school supplies,
that sort of thing. We throw away far too much stuff in this
country that these people could use; I can't think of a single
reason it should be like that."

He nodded, and I went on "As was pointed out to me over the
weekend, there are some things that only money can help with -
utility bills, food, and such. If the diocese can see it's way to
parting with some of the funds collected locally, and forward
them to the orphanages, it would be of tremendous benefit: as I
told Kelly, even if it was only ten percent of what you collect,
the money sent over there would do twice as much good as all the
rest of the money that stayed here."

He looked doubtful, and I explained to him "This past weekend, a
FEW friends got together with Kelly and me. When they heard about
the orphanage, they came up with over fifteen hundred dollars. I
added some of my own money to bring it up to two grand, even. I
wired the money to the orphanage, and was assured that that two
thousand dollars would cover ALL of their utilities - electric,
water, and so on - for at LEAST a year, with plenty left over for
other needs. Can't the diocese spare that much on a yearly
basis?"

He looked surprised at how much could be accomplished with the
money I'd forwarded, and answered "Yes, I expect we could,
easily. What else?"

"I expect that they would also benefit from some supplemental
items, such as multivitamins, baby goods, and so on. Keep in
mind, it's an ORPHANAGE - all they deal with, really, is *kids*.
And kids being kids, they have their share of scrapes and
scratches, babies need diapers and all that, and what kid
_anywhere_ wouldn't benefit from a vitamin supplement each day?"

He nodded at that, and I finished by telling him "I'm not
suggesting that the diocese cut back on local programs - just
that some of the fat be trimmed. All I'm asking is that people
that aren't in any position to really help themselves aren't
forgotten along the way."

He looked at Kelly, then me, before saying "You make a good case
for helping these people. Even better, you don't just ask us to
help them, but offer substantial suggestions on HOW we can help.
My only question is, once we get these things together, how do we
get them to where they're needed?"

It was my turn to smile before I told him "I've got an `in' with
a local company that's getting ready to set up a factory over
there. I'm willing to bet that I can get them to let you
`piggyback' your supplies in with their shipments, for free."

He laughed, and told me "Yes, I'd bet you could, too. Okay,
you've got my support. I've got to run this up the line, but I
don't doubt that it'll be approved."

Kelly and I both thanked him, and he told us "I should know
better, by now, but it never ceases to amaze me at how much you
can accomplish when you get going, Dan! I'm just glad you're on
our side, and helping people."

We thanked him again, and the three of us stood. He shook hands
with me, and accepted a kiss on the cheek from Kelly before we
left his office.

-----

The rest of the time between our visit with Bishop Ferguson, and
my departure for the Philippines was filled with doing everything
we could to get ready for the amount of work we knew was coming.
My client got their architect to send me a set of plans for the
new facility; once I'd made some basic engineering decisions,
Kelly was knowledgeable enough about what was needed to take over
from there, which freed me up to take care of the things that
only *I* could do.

At the designated time, I was in my client's conference room to
give the people going with me - including the lawyers,
surprisingly - an introduction to where we were going.

I spent nearly two and a half hours giving them a rundown on the
country, from its history to its culture. The next hour and a
half was spent answering questions, and with Kelly's help,
demonstrating some of the things they needed to watch out for
when dealing with the people, along with some basic Tagalog. I
also gave everyone - including Bill, who had explicitly asked for
one - a hefty booklet that included additional Tagalog phrases,
along with plenty of pictures and other materials.

When I was done, Bill invited me to his office so we could go
over a few of the other details for the trip. When we were done,
he thanked me for all my time and effort. I assured him that I
was glad to be able to help, and asked if I could ask for HIS
help on something. He assured me he would if he could, and asked
what the problem was. I told him about the orphanage, and how the
diocese was going to start collecting things for it. Then I asked
if it would be possible to include the items from the churches in
with the materials he shipped to the Philippines - assuring him
that his help was needed only between his facilities.

"Shucks, I thought you were gonna ask me something *hard*, Dan.
We can do that, no problem - we've always got space left over in
our shipping containers, and the stuff you're talking about won't
add squat as far as weight is concerned; we'll just absorb the
added cost - it won't be enough to fuss with, anyway. Heck, I'll
even go you one better: you have that bishop call me, and I'll
take care of picking the stuff up and getting it here, too - and
getting it to the orphanages at the other end."

Then he picked up a phone and dialed a number. While he was
waiting for the other person to answer, he asked me "How much did
you say you and your friends sent them?"

I barely had time to reply before he told the person that
answered "Shirley? Bill here. Listen, I need you to get a check
to Dan Marshall before he heads off. Yeah, make it for ten thou.
Charitable donation. Yeah, that's fine. Okay, thanks."

I was sitting there, surprised, when he turned to me and said "I
expect it's gonna be a couple months before they have something
ready to go. And it'll be a few weeks after that before the stuff
gets there. Until then, those kids are still gonna need food and
clothes and lights and water and all that. You take that money
with you, and see that it gets to who needs it."

I tried to thank him, but he just waved it off, saying "I told
you, Dan, we're gonna do right by you - and these people, too."

When Kelly heard what he'd said and done, she just sat there and
cried.

-----

The rest of my time before the return visit was busy - getting
things started for Kelly to help keep things moving while I was
gone, fielding questions from Bill and his people, and so on.

The trip over wasn't appreciably different from the first time,
except for the company I was keeping. The lawyers pretty much
stayed to themselves, apparently discussing strategies. The other
four were amazed at the attractiveness and grace of the Filipina
stewardess we had. One of them had the courage to ask for help
with his Tagalog, and the stewardess he asked for help was
delighted to do it. Once he'd asked the question, a couple of the
others joined in. Following my example, even the lawyers opted
for the Filipino fare during meals.

As promised, Marlyn was waiting for us in Manila, once we'd
cleared customs. All of them greeted her - haltingly - in
Tagalog, pleasing her. I watched all of them reacted to the scent
of Manila, shortly followed by the environment. Bhoy got the
luggage packed into the large van he'd brought, and it was off to
the hotel - using the same route we'd followed before, as I'd
arranged with Marlyn. As we passed the garbage dump and shanty
town, I explained to everyon what they were, and about the
people. NONE of Bill's people failed to react. The lawyers tried
to play it cool, but the same fellow that had asked the
stewardess for language lessons looked horrified while the others
simply looked relieved when both places were out of sight. I told
Marlyn, in Tagalog, that I needed to speak with her. She didn't
answer directly, but with a Filipino gesture, indicated that she
understood.

After we'd all gotten settled into our rooms, I went down to talk
with her while the others refreshed themselves after the trip.
Once we had a seat in the hotel bar and gotten something to drink
ordered, I told her what I wanted to discuss with her.

"Marlyn, the other four people with me are candidates for the job
of managing the plant here. I've already got my own thoughts on
who I think would be good for the job, but I would like your help
- and Bhoy's."

She looked at me quizzically, and asked "How can we help?"

"I'm not asking you or Bhoy to spy on them, or anything like that
- but I would appreciate it if you would just kind of watch what
they do, and let me know what YOU think of them. Are they polite?
Do they seem interesting in the country and people? Do they seem
to like it here? Do they look comfortable here? Those kinds of
things would be of interest to me."

She looked hesitant, and I told her "Please understand: you will
not be making the final decision. You will only be telling me
about things that happen when I'm not there to watch them. Even
*I* won't make the final decision about them, their boss will -
but he is counting on me to give him advice about who the best
one would be; neither one of us wants to send someone here that
would be an Ugly American. We want someone that the people LIKE
having here."

Satisfied that she and Bhoy would only be helping, she said that
she would be happy to help, and thought that Bhoy would, too.

It kind of threw her off-balance a bit when I next asked "If you
don't mind, I would like to ask what your salary is when you are
working as a guide."

She thought it over for a moment, and then told me - I did the
currency conversion in my head, didn't like the answer, and did
it again to get the same result.

I completely stunned her when I asked "My client wants to hire a
local person to be their liaison between the workers and the
American manager of the plant. Would you like the job?"

She could only sit there for a couple of minutes, looking at me
doubtfully, before finally saying "That is not a funny joke,
Dan."

"It isn't a joke, Marlyn. It was something that my client brought
up after I got back - but I had the same thought while I was
here, and was going to suggest it to him. He needs someone that
can explain American ways to a Filipino, and Filipino ways to an
American. He needs someone that can help the American manager and
Filipino workers solve any problems that come up if - when! - the
two cultures have differences. You were a nurse in an American
hospital for several years, so you understand our ways - but
you're still Filipina. *I* think you would be perfect for the
job."

She still seemed doubtful, but less so, when she objected "But I
don't know anything about a factory."

"We thought of that, too. My client knows that you would have to
learn something about what they do, and why they do it; so they
would want to bring you to America for two or three months to
both refresh yourself about our ways, and to learn why they do
things the way they do in their factory."

It was finally sinking in to her that I was serious - and that
the opportunity opened up a LOT of options for her.

Hesitantly, she asked "What about Marilyn?"

My answer was "Bring her with you, if you want. I expect you'll
want to get her out of the orphanage if you take the job, anyway.
If my client doesn't want to pay for her airfare, then *I* will -
you know Kelly would want to do it."

She gave me a slight smile at that, and said "Yes, she would.
Forgive me, but what is the salary?"

I gave her a salary that was near the middle of the range I'd
been authorized - it was roughly a dozen times what her guide job
paid. With that news, she just sat there - stunned again.

When she was finally able to speak again, she was crying when she
started thanking me in a mixture of English and Tagalog. I just
grinned and asked "You accept the job, then?"

She managed to laugh before saying "Yes! I take the job! Thank
you!"

I laughed, and said "Don't thank me, yet. You are going to be a
very busy Filipina for a little while."

She looked at me questioningly, and I told her "You are going to
be on the payroll effective tomorrow morning; it's up to you if
you want to quit the guide service. Over the next several months,
you're going to be helping my client - your boss! - pick out a
company to build the factory. You won't be dealing with the
contracts and like that; your job will be to find out what
companies do good work so Bill Emerson - he owns the company -
can decide who is his best choice. After you get to the U.S.,
you'll be working hard to not only learn what they do and how
they do it, but WHY - so you can explain it to the workers that
YOU will help pick out. Bill knows that he's going to have to
train a lot of people to do the kind of work he needs. Again, you
won't be making technical decisions; you'll be there to help
figure out what applicants are there just for the money, and
which ones are there to WORK. You'll be helping Bill and his
people in dealing with local officials. You'll be helping deal
with all the news people that want to know about the new factory.
You'll be helping deal with any people that decide that they
don't WANT a factory near where they live. This is YOUR country
and your people - Bill is going to expect you to offer advice and
suggestions, and just generally be there to help in dealing with
anything Filipino."

Once again, she looked doubtful, and I told her "Really, I don't
think you're going to have any problems. You worked in an
emergency room, right?"

She nodded, and I went on "Then you can do it. In the emergency
room, you sometimes had to *tell* the younger doctors things when
they were going to do something wrong, right?"

She smiled, and I continued "And you had to deal with the younger
nurses that didn't know as much, teaching them? And I'll bet you
were even involved in hiring a few nurses, too." - she nodded -
"Then you can do this. It's not in an emergency room, but you'll
be doing the same things. Bill is the new resident, and your job
will be to watch out for him while he's learning."

That put it in terms she could relate to, and she smiled her
acceptance and understanding.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll give you the papers that you need to fill
out and sign.", I told her, shortly before she got up to come
around a give me a hug and whispered "Thank you, Dan!" - with no
concern about who was watching.

Once she was seated across from me again, I told her "I need to
go up and get freshened up and rested, myself. Would you go with
us to dinner?" She happily agreed before the two of us stood up
to leave.

-----

Later, when everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby, we
discussed our dinner options. The guy that had taken the
in-flight language lessons was up for Filipino food. A couple
more were willing, but cautious. The fourth wanted to go out for
American food. The lawyers didn't seem to care, either way. I was
happy to see that all of them had paid attention to my earlier
warnings: none was wearing a watch, and I could see the bulges of
their wallets in their front pockets. With tag team lectures from
Marlyn and me, the eight of us headed out for Filipino food - a
different place than Marlyn had taken Kelly and me. The specialty
of this place was lumpia - kind of like a small burrito, only in
a *much* thinner and crispier wrapping, with a sweet-and-sour
sauce. All of them seemed to think it was pretty darn good -
particularly when washed down with fresh San Miguel beer.

By the time we got back to the hotel, the full bellies and liquid
refreshment had everyone ready for some sleep - none of us was
quite recovered from the trip.

Knowing what we were there for, Marlyn had planned things in such
a way as to give us plenty of time to recover from the flight. It
wasn't until late the next morning that we got loaded into the
van and made our way to Dagupan. As with Kelly, none of them
could resist the temptation to watch Bhoy drive - until they
realized that there wasn't a darn thing they could do about it,
and settled on watching the countryside along the way.

After we'd gotten checked into our hotel in Dagupan, all but the
lawyers wanted to go out and do a little exploring. With
admonitions from me to be careful and pay attention to Bhoy, they
left. The lawyers opted to prepare for the next day in their
rooms, which left Marlyn and I free. She surprised me by offering
to take ME to dinner, and I accepted. She led us a few blocks
away to where there was a small hole-in-the-wall looking place.
Inside, it turned out to be a bright, cheery place; clean and
small, with a friendly staff. We were quickly shown a seat, and
Marlyn told me "This is a place that Bhoy recommended. He says
they serve the best steak in the Philippines here."

Marlyn and I chose to follow Bhoy's lead, and ordered the steak,
with French fries and cold San Miguel (me) and Coke (Marlyn). Our
conversation was quiet and pleasant as we enjoyed our meal. I
couldn't say that it was the best steak in the Philippines, but
it was certainly the best *I'd* had in quite a while - I
remembered several places I knew of that could take lessons from
them.

When we'd finished our dessert, I told Marlyn "Once the lawyers
get started tomorrow, I'd like to show the rest of them around a
little bit. The first place I'd like to go is the orphanage, if
we can. There's something I have to do there."

Marlyn looked at me curiously, but said that she and Bhoy would
be happy to take us.

Back at the hotel, I managed to get a phone connection to the
U.S. and had a nice talk with Kelly, who assured me that she
missed me already. I answered that she couldn't miss me as much
as I did her, and brought her up to date on how things were going
- including Marlyn's acceptance of the job. Kelly was delighted
to hear it, and seconded my offer to pay Marilyn's fare. When the
conversation finally ended, I settled myself in with the couple
of Cokes I'd bought from the sari-sari and the book I'd brought
along - most definitely a poor second choice to having Kelly with
me.

-----

The next morning, Bhoy got the lawyers to their Filipino
counterparts - a meeting that none of the rest of us wanted any
part of. When he got back, we piled into the van for our side
trip to San Fernando.

At the orphanage, Marlyn and Marilyn showed the others around
while I paid a visit to the office. When they saw me, every
female in the place started crying again, and wanted to hug me.
When I asked if Father Villanueva was available, one of the
secretaries told me that he'd be there in just a couple minutes -
then got on the phone to call him. It wasn't five minutes later
that he arrived, welcoming me and thanking me profusely.

I explained to him about my talk with Bishop Ferguson - they were
all awed that I not only *personally* knew a Bishop, but could
arrange a meeting with one - and that they would be getting
additional support from the diocese. I also told them about my
conversation with Bill, and how he was going to take care of
transporting the donations. They were thrilled at the good news -
but when I handed Father Villanueva the money Bill had sent
along, it stunned them into total silence: I'd brought the money
in cash, knowing that dealing with checks and such was a major
aggravation in the Philippines - particularly when the funds were
drawn on an American bank that didn't have a presence in the
Philippines, never mind locally.

Even Father Villanueva could only sit there, looking like a fish
as his jaw worked up and down without any sound coming out.

When he finally got his wits about him, Father Villanueva made
the Sign of the Cross over me, and started saying a prayer for me
in Tagalog. That woke the others up, and they could only watch in
awe.

When he was finished, Father Villanueva assured me that the money
would be wisely spent; I told him I was sure it would. He went on
to ask me if there was *anything* they could do to show their
thanks and appreciation. I gave him Bill's address, and told them
that if they wanted to send him a letter, I was sure he would be
happy to receive it. I was assured that the letter would go out
that very day - the manager would *personally* take it to the
post office.

When I got back to where the others were, Marilyn had been laying
in wait for me: Marlyn had told her about the job, and she didn't
hesitate to wrap her arms around me to give me a hug, and pull me
down for a kiss on the cheek. I was pleased to see that the
orphanage had done as they said they would: the children
responsible enough to take care of them were dressed in the new
clothes Kelly had bought; and all of them were playing with some
of the toys that we'd given them. In a different part of the
orphanage, where the sponsored children were able to go to
school, I saw that all of them had paper and pencils to use; and
that the books we'd bought were proudly displayed on new
bookshelves that someone had built. The woman teaching them saw
me, and came over to thank me for my generosity; I assured her
that it had been my pleasure.

Back outside the orphanage, I asked the guys what they thought of
the place. One - Jack Sanders - allowed that it was better than
nothing. Another - Gus Williams - thought that it was dirty and
had smelled bad. A third - Ted Grady - wanted to know if there
was anything he could do to help. The fourth - Mike King - agreed
with Jack. Then I told them that what they saw was the results of
my previous visit, PLUS the two thousand dollar donation I'd
wired. They looked surprised, and I went on to tell them that I'd
just given the ten thousand dollars Bill had sent along to the
priest that oversaw that orphanage and three others. Ted Grady
looked pleased at the news of Bills donation. Jack and Mike
didn't seem to care, either way. I heard Gus mutter to himself
that there went everyone's bonus.

Marlyn moved in to say that the rest of the day, she wanted to
show everyone the rest of her country. Jack and Mike looked
interested, Ted looked pleased, and Gus didn't seem to care.

-----

Back at the hotel later that afternoon, Marlyn indicated that she
wanted to talk to me for a moment. When we were by ourselves, she
told me "Bhoy told me this morning that all of them went drinking
last night. The other three were nice, but the tall one - Gus? -
picked up a bar girl and left the bar for a little while." I
could see that she was bothered, and I told her "I don't like it
either, Marlyn - but if it's any help, Gus has already lost any
chance of coming here to run the factory. Between the way he
acted on the way over here, and last night, and today, I know
that I wouldn't send him *anywhere* without an adult to take care
of him."

She just smiled at my description of Gus, and nodded her
understanding. I told her "Thank you for telling me, though - and
thank Bhoy for me, too." She assured me that she would, and we
headed up to our respective rooms.

The rest of the week was spent showing the four of them around
Dagupan. Since I wanted to know what they'd be like when they
were essentially alone in the Philippines, I didn't go along - it
was just them and Marlyn, with Bhoy driving. I spent my time
working on some of the designs for the new plant - I knew I was
going to be busy enough with all the other things I'd be involved
with, and wanted to take maximum advantage of every bit of time I
could get. Marlyn would let me know how she thought they were
doing - with the exception of Gus, who we'd both written off as a
lost cause.

After a couple days, I got together with the lawyers, just to
find out how things were going. They knew I didn't have any
involvement with their work, so they just let me know that things
were going well - that they thought they might be finished in
another week. I thanked them, and they even let me buy them each
a beer. *A* beer - they didn't want any more to drink than that
while they were still working, not wanting to risk a hangover or
anything else that would impair them.

It wasn't but a few days before Ted adopted to local conditions,
and started wearing a Barong Tagalog. A couple days later, Mike
and Jack had followed his example. Gus, on the other hand, stuck
to the sports shirts he'd brought. The lawyers, of course, never
varied from their three-piece suits.

There finally came the day that the lawyers told me that the next
day would be the end of their part - they expected to sign all
the necessary forms and documents to get things moving.

I broke the news to the others, and with Marlyn's help, we made
arrangements to head home.

-----

Kelly was there to meet me as we got off the plane; Bill had made
separate arrangements for the others - all of them looking
relieved to be back.

As we were waiting for my luggage, Kelly asked "So, what did you
bring me?", with a grin.

I just looked at her and said "Me?"

She smiled brightly, and said "Great! *Just* what I wanted!"
before planting a kiss on me that let me know - in no uncertain
terms - what was waiting for me when we had some privacy. The
other folks in the baggage claim just looked on in a mixture of
amusement and jealousy.

As she drove us home, Kelly asked me "So what about Marlyn and
Marilyn? When will they be here?"

"Anything from a couple months with luck, to six months or more.
Depends on how cooperative our respective governments are about
processing their paperwork."

She didn't look pleased at the answer, but let it go - she knew
that there wasn't anything *she* could do about it.

As I'd expected, I got one *helluva* welcome when we got home. It
_almost_ made me want to make the trip again. ALMOST.

-----

Bill was grateful for the _verbal_ report I gave him about his
people. My recommendation had been to send Ted for the job - he'd
been the most interested and adaptable of the bunch. Bill was
considerably less than impressed with Gus, telling me "I was
kinda worried about sending him - he just hasn't done much to
impress me with _anything_ he's done. Well, I guess I'll just
start easing him out, then. Only reason I've been keeping him
around was to see if he'd pick up some with time, but I can see
that isn't going to happen. Mike and Jack were long shots - not
real go-getters, neither one. Both of them are hard workers, but
not much in the way of initiative or imagination. I kinda figured
Ted had the best shot, but wanted to make sure; the rest went
along just to make sure they got their chance."

He was also appreciative of the letter he got from the orphanage,
telling me "I called them, and they said it was you that
suggested the letter. Yeah, I can use it to prove that it was a
charitable contribution for taxes, but I wasn't worried about it,
either way. I'm just glad they're going to put it to good use."

The next several weeks, I was busy as the proverbial one-armed
paperhanger. Just over a couple months after my return, I got a
call from Bill one day.

"Good news, Dan. Marlyn just called to let me know that she'd got
her paperwork in hand. She's ready to come here as soon as we can
get her on a plane. It seems that our lawyers there were able to
get the government to issue her a new passport in close to record
time. I kinda beat up on our Senator to nudge the State
Department into doing the same at this end. She'll be here the
end of next week - along with her niece."

"That IS good news, Bill. Thanks for moving things along, and
covering the niece's fare, too."

"Glad to do it, Dan. You know I take care of my people, and this
one's definitely a keeper. I'm not going to have her here
worrying about the only family she's got left."

"Well, thanks again. I'll give her a call and see if there's
anything she needs."

"Yeah, she said she wanted to talk to you. Well, I gotta get back
at it. I'll talk to you later."

When he hung up, I immediately called the number Marlyn had given
me in an email. She answered after only a couple of rings, and
sounded pleased when she heard my voice.

"So, I hear you and Marilyn are getting ready for an adventure",
I teased.

"Yes, we are, thanks to you. You were right, they *have* been
making me work hard - and I love it!"

"Bill said that you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, I wanted to ask if you would be MY guide when I get there.
I don't know what would be a good hotel, or anything like that."

"Marlyn, you are *not* staying in a hotel. You and Marilyn are
more than welcome to stay with me and Kelly. In fact, if you
don't, BOTH of us are going to be in a lot of trouble!"

I heard her hesitate before she answered "Are you sure? It won't
be a problem?"

"Only if you *don't* stay with us. You know that Kelly loves
Marilyn AND you, and I can promise you that you would be most
welcome. We have a second bedroom with its own bathroom, so you
will have as much privacy as you want - or you are welcome to
spend as much time _with us_ as you want, too. Kelly and I would
both be happy to spend time with Marilyn while you're at work,
and if Marilyn gets tired of us, we have plenty of female friends
that would be delighted to spend time with her - all of them just
fell in love with her when they saw her picture."

I could hear the relief in her voice when she told me "If you are
sure that we won't be a bother. I was worried that we would have
to stay someplace where she wouldn't have anything to do while I
was working."

I laughed, and said "Marlyn, *that* is something you don't have
to worry about."

Reassured, Marlyn told me "Thank you, Dan - and Kelly, too.
Marilyn is *so* excited about this. And I was so happy when Bill
told me that she could come with me before I could even *ask* him
first!"

"I told you, Bill is a good person to work for. You've been doing
a good job for him, and he appreciates it. He takes good care of
the people that work for him."

"He does! When he found out that I was living in Manila, he sent
me some extra money, telling me that it was for relocation
expenses, so I could move from Manila to Dagupan. It was enough
that I found a place big enough for Marilyn and me while I try to
find a house."

We spent a few more minutes talking about her trip and what she'd
need here. I also got her promise that she would tell me what her
flights were. She said that she would, and that ended the
conversation.

-----

Marlyn was surprised, and Marilyn delighted, to find Kelly and I
waiting for them when they cleared customs in Los Angeles.
Neither one hesitated to give Kelly or me a hug and kiss with
their greeting. When we went to get our seat assignments for the
last leg of the flight, Marilyn insisted that Kelly and I sit on
either side of her, leaving Marlyn to sit on the other side of
the aisle.

With the flight to and from L.A. being only a few hours, and
plenty of time in between to rest, Kelly and I had decided to
drive ourselves to the airport; so after we collected Marlyn and
Marilyn's luggage, it wasn't long to get them home and settled
in. Talking with Marlyn, we'd added a single bed to the double
that was already in the spare bedroom, so that Marilyn could have
her own place to sleep - once we'd rearranged the furniture a
little.

After we got their bags in the bedroom, they joined Kelly and me
in the den to catch up on what was happening in the Philippines,
and about the factory. Before they could start, though, I gave
each of them one of the digital keys for the house, and showed
them how the door would open for them when they put it in the
matching receptacle. Both were amazed at that, so I had to go on
to explain to them about the house, and Mabel (Machine Access By
English Language), the home automation system I'd built into it.
Marlyn mostly understood it; Marilyn seemed convinced that it was
some kind of magic - particularly when she discovered that she
could talk to the house and get lights to turn on and off.

Both of them readily agreed when I asked if they wanted to meet
some of Kelly's and my friends the next evening. It hadn't been
any problem getting Paul, his two boys, Jan, Sandra, Susan,
Robyn, Bill, and my secretary Sarah and her husband Al all over
for a cookout - _all_ of them wanted to meet Marlyn and Marilyn.

It wasn't very late when Kelly and I saw both of them starting to
yawn. Kelly suggested that to them that they should go ahead and
go to bed - and to sleep late the next morning, if they wanted.
After only a little hesitation, both decided that Kelly's idea
was pretty good, and went back to try and recover from all their
time in airplanes.

The next morning, Kelly and I were both up and moving around well
before Marlyn and Marilyn found their way into the den. Kelly
asked if they were hungry, and both admitted that food sounded
pretty good. Kelly ran down the list of options, and both decided
to give bagels and cream cheese a try - and loving it with their
first bites. Marlyn joined us in having coffee while Marilyn was
delighted to have orange juice. Marlyn looked a little perturbed
at Marilyn's request for a third glass; I hastened to assure her
that both of them were welcome to as much of anything in the
house as they wanted. Marlyn looked a little doubtful, but I
reminded her that things like orange juice were relatively cheap
in the U.S. - and that it was good for Marilyn, anyway. She
finally smiled and admitted that she'd forgotten how plentiful
such things were in America.

The rest of the day, we pretty much just lazed around after
showing Marlyn and Marilyn the rest of the house, and getting
them both started on learning how to control Mabel.

Late that afternoon, people started showing up for the cookout.
We'd asked all of them not to show up at the same time so as to
not overwhelm Marlyn and Marilyn with too many new faces at once.
They'd all understood, and agreed that the `start' time was a
vague suggestion, not something carved in stone.

The result was that Robyn and Susan showed up first - giving
Kelly and I both their usual `hello' hugs and kisses. The ones
they gave Marlyn and Marilyn were considerably less personal, but
no less sincere - and both of them fell in love with Marilyn all
over again on seeing her in person.

Twenty minutes or so later, Sarah and her husband arrived -
surprising Marlyn and Marilyn both; Black people weren't that
common in the Philippines (other than the indigenous Negritos,
who generally lived in fairly primitive villages). But Sarah's
gentle disposition soon won them over, as did Al's good humor
(despite his rather large muscular frame). They were just as
surprised that all the girls were apparently perfectly fine with
the idea of giving him a kiss on the cheek and accepting a hug
from him in greeting.

Next to show up was Sandra, whose greeting to Jan and I was a
trifle less demonstrative than Robyn and Sandra's - as was her
welcome to Marilyn and Marlyn.

She was soon followed by Paul and the boys, along with Jan. Paul
absolutely flummoxed both of them by taking each of their hands
to kiss.

Last was Bill, and his wife - both of them absolutely delighted
to meet Marlyn and Marilyn after so long.

With everyone present, I got the grill fired up while Kelly got
things ready to make a salad. Bill and his wife happily accepted
the house rules for the cookout: it was strictly a self-serve
operation. The informality of that surprised Marlyn, but she
quickly got into the spirit of the thing. The whole deal was a
first time for Marilyn, and she seemed willing to accept pretty
much anything that happened - though she was initially a bit shy
with everyone, it didn't take her long to get over it, and start
having fun.

After perhaps an hour, Marlyn indicated that she wanted to talk
to me a moment, away from the others. We moved to the kitchen,
where she told me "All of Kelly's friends - Sandra, Susan, Robyn,
and Jan, they all wanted to know if it was okay with me if they
came over here to spend time with Marilyn, or took her to
different places to show her the United States! They are being so
nice to us!"

I smiled, and told her "Marlyn, they are my friends, too. But
yes, they are being nice to you - that is the kind of people they
are. I told you, they really do like you, and they all just love
Marilyn, and _want_ to spend time with her. She is like a little
sister to them, even though they just met her."

"But why? I don't remember Americans being _so_ friendly, when I
was here before."

I just smiled again, and told her "Those girls are different than
most Americans. You are my and Kelly's friend - so to them, you
are THEIR friend, too. They know that Kelly and I both love and
care about Marilyn, so they feel the same way about her."

She looked at me quizzically, and asked "Why is that?"

"That's because all of us have a _special_ kind of friendship. It
is like being family, only closer. You'll see, I think."

Happy that Marilyn would have so many people to spend time with,
and watch out for her, Marlyn didn't seem inclined to question
her good fortune. Instead, she just accepted the answers I'd
given her, and went back to where the others were.

A little while later, I watched as Marlyn listened to Jan, Susan,
Robyn, and Sandra as they playfully argued over who got to spent
how much time, and when, with Marilyn - all of them wanted to be
first to spend ALL their time with her. The final decision was
that Susan got to take her shopping, first. Then Robyn and Sandra
would take her to a local amusement park for the day. Jan would
round things up by taking her to our area's children's
`discovery' museum - where the kids were *encouraged* to play
with the exhibits. Then all four of them were going to take her
to a swimming pool for the day (I pitied any male lifeguards -
the four of them in swimsuits would give a guy eyestrain, trying
to watch the rest of the crowd AND them at the same time). At
that point, Marlyn tried to talk them out of giving up so much of
their time to be with her; they just looked at her as though
she'd lost her mind. Then she made the mistake of trying to pay
for some of the activities - and found out what the Goober look
was. She came to me for help, and I just told her that if she
managed to get her way about anything with any one of those four,
she was doing better than I ever had.

By the time the evening was over, Marlyn and Marilyn seemed
pretty comfortable with all of them - particularly Jan and the
others. Paul and his boys were the last to leave; when they were
gone, Marilyn came over to where Kelly and I were standing to
give both of us a hug and thank us for finding her some friends
in the United States. We both assured her that it had been our
pleasure before she and Marlyn headed back to their room to get
some more rest.

-----

As Kelly and I headed for the kitchen to get some coffee the next
morning, Saturday, we heard giggling coming from the den. We
looked at each other, and said "Cartoons!" knowing that it could
only be Marilyn in there. When we joined her, we found that she'd
discovered a channel that featured older cartoons on Saturday
mornings, and was in near-hysterics at some old Tom and Jerry.
Keeping her company was Cat, who was lying on her lap and purring
loudly as Marilyn continued to pet her, even during bouts of
giggles. Cat had taken to Marilyn on first meeting: Cat liked
laps and being petted; Marilyn had a lap, and would pet Cat as
long as Cat was in it. Perfect match.

All of us were surprised when Mabel announced a visitor about
mid-afternoon. I told Mabel to show us who it was; when Kelly and
I saw that it was Bishop Ferguson, we just grinned at each other
before Kelly went to let him in. All four of us had been in the
den, reading while trying to listen to music over Cat's purring
(Marilyn would even rub Cat's ears while reading). When Kelly
brought the Bishop in, Marlyn and Marilyn were both quick to put
away what they'd been reading to meet him - then stunned when
Kelly told them who he was. She showed him a seat and asked if
he'd like anything - he said that as warm as it was outside, a
beer sounded pretty good. Kelly looked at me, and I nodded that
it sounded pretty good to me, too. She went into the kitchen, and
then came out a couple minutes later with two beers and sodas for
the rest of them. After taking a swallow of his beer, the Bishop
told them that he just wanted to stop by and meet them -
particularly Marilyn, who was embarrassed to be the focus of such
high-powered attention. He told them about the charity drives
that the diocese had started, and whose idea it had been -
getting me looks of awed appreciation from both of them. He went
on to tell them that they were both welcome to attend any Mass or
other services that they wanted - and that if they needed a ride
to get to the church, he would make sure they had it. Both were
almost overwhelmed that a Bishop would take such steps to help
them, and thanked him profusely. He waved it off, telling them
that it was his pleasure. He went on to ask both of them if they
would have any objections if he made mention of the fact that
Marilyn was one of the children from the orphanages, so that the
membership could see what kind of people they were helping.
Marilyn was embarrassed at the idea - not because of having been
in the orphanage, but simply because of the attention; but both
of them agreed, if he thought it would help. He assured them it
would.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Bishop Ferguson turned to
me and asked "Dan, have you told them how we came to know each
other?"

Kelly grinned to see me on the spot, knowing what was coming. I
just told him "No, it didn't seem pertinent, really."

He laughed, and said "I'll bet" before turning back to start
telling them about how I'd threatened to sue the Church. I got
the appropriate dirty looks at the right points in the story,
while Marlyn and Marilyn looked at Kelly in something akin to awe
to learn she'd been Valedictorian of her class. As he got to the
end of the story, and how I'd gone on to help the Church, I was
granted provisional forgiveness. By the time he finished, they'd
apparently upgraded me to full absolution, judging by the
expressions on their faces - I could see on Marlyn's that she
understood that I had actually helped the Bishop, despite the
rough start to our obvious friendliness. That he could tell it
the way he did, joking during the story, did a lot to help.

He chatted with them for a little while longer, telling them when
different Masses were held, asking them questions about the
Philippines and the orphanage, and so on. It didn't take him long
to get both of them relaxed at being in his presence.

When he'd finished his beer, the Bishop got up in preparation to
leave. Marlyn looked at him and asked "Your Grace?"

He looked at her, and in response to her unspoken question,
nodded. She and Marilyn both quickly moved to kneel on the floor,
where he made the Sign of the Cross over them, and spoke a
blessing for them. Both looked very happy with what he'd done
when they stood up again.

I got up to show him out, and when I returned, both of them were
in animated conversation with Kelly who was explaining to them
that neither she nor I were actually Catholic - that we'd come to
know the Bishop only by way of her attendance at a Catholic
school. That seemed to amaze them even more than the simple fact
that we knew him.

Sunday morning, Marlyn and Marilyn were both surprised and
overwhelmed when it was Bishop Ferguson that came to give them a
ride to Mass. He assured them that it wasn't a problem, and that
he just wanted to be sure they knew they were welcome to attend
any one of the churches in the area. Marilyn was embarrassed by
all the attention she received, but stuck it out for the sake of
the other children still in the orphanages. They were a little
late getting home because so many of the membership wanted to
welcome them to the U.S., and chat with them - by the time they
made their escape, neither one doubted that they were welcome
guests.

Monday morning, we started a pattern that was to last the rest of
Marlyn's visit: I took her to my client's office, and one of the
employees would bring her home at the end of the day. In between,
any one of the eligible young men in the company was more than
happy to take her to lunch, or even bring something back for her
if she was busy - as she often was. The person she went out with
for lunch the most was Ted; with the two of them going to be
working together in the Philippines, it made perfect sense.

At home, any one of Kelly, I, Jan, Susan, Sandra, or Robyn would
spend at least a few hours a day with Marilyn. Her particular
favorites were the other four, but she was perfectly happy with
the time and attention that Kelly and I showed her, as well. I
got her started on one of my computers, showing her the Internet
and all the things she could do on it. Between that, all the
books Kelly and I had, our stereo system, and cable TV, she
didn't mind spending a little time by herself, either. Her
favorite thing, though, seemed to be reading - particularly with
Cat on her lap. When Jan found out about that, she took Marilyn
book shopping - coming home with about fifty pounds of assorted
books that Marilyn had chosen. To everyone's surprise, they
covered everything from trashy romance novels to literature to
science; there didn't seem to be anything Marilyn DIDN'T have an
interest in. Marlyn worried about all the books; she didn't want
to have to tell Marilyn she had to leave them behind, but
couldn't see how to get them back to the Philippines. I did some
checking on the Net, and found a relatively local place that
handled what were called balikbayan boxes - essentially, the
customer could fill the box with whatever they wanted, and the
box would be sent along with a lot of other balikbayan boxes to
make up a bulk shipment that would travel by surface freighter.
As long as the box didn't contain anything perishable, it seemed
to be a pretty good system. Using the boxes, Marlyn was able to
send all the books when Marilyn finished them - as well as a
number of other things that she knew would be difficult or
expensive to get in the Philippines.

After they had been with us couple of weeks, Kelly took a call
one evening from Candice. She was calling to let us know that
she'd handled the assignments her editor had given her, and was
on her way home - and wanting to know if she could spend a couple
nights with us a week later. Of course, Kelly assured her she was
more than welcome; but that introduced a different problem: when
Marlyn heard that we were having another overnight guest, she was
ready to double up on the sleeping arrangements, sharing her bed
with Marilyn so that Candice would have a place to sleep. Kelly
and I talked it over, and finally settled on letting Kelly tell
Marlyn what the situation was - and if Marlyn wanted, explaining
it to Marilyn, as well. I was just as glad that it was a
conversation that *I* wasn't going to have to be a part of.

Kelly made arrangements for Jan and Sandra to take Marilyn out
for a movie, so that she would have both the time and opportunity
to have her talk with Marlyn.

I stayed in the den while Marlyn and Kelly had their talk - which
lasted well over an hour. When it was over, I saw Marlyn give me
a Look as she headed back to her bedroom, while Kelly rejoined me
in the den.

"So, how did it go?" I asked.

Kelly made a face, and answered "Better than it could have, I
suppose. She's not real happy about the idea of Candice sharing
our bed - she didn't say it, but I just got the impression she
doesn't think as much of us, now. Once I got started, there
really wasn't any way around telling her that it wasn't just you,
but ME and Candice, Sandra, Jan, Susan, and Robyn, too. Of
course, she was worried about Marilyn - again, she didn't come
out and say it, but I think she's worried that one of us is going
to `do' something to her. I could almost *see* her thinking it,
and I tried to reassure her about it without actually having to
talk about it; she's _really_ uncomfortable about the idea of two
women together. She wasn't as bad about you being with Candice,
for some reason."

I sighed, and told her "It's something in their culture - it's
not uncommon for a married man to have a mistress. That idea is
something she's familiar with, so even though she doesn't much
like it, she can understand it after a fashion. Two women, that's
something else - even though _male_ homosexuality over there is
pretty much accepted. Shucks, there are even annual `bakla' - or
Benny Boy, as we called them in the Navy - parades. They draw
pretty good crowd, too!"

Kelly tried to smile at that, but her heart wasn't in it at the
moment. After a moment, she went on to tell me "Anyway, she knows
why she and Marilyn won't have to double-up in her bed. I also
told her that she was welcome to talk to you, or any one of the
others about it, too. She's going to think about it, and let me
know if she wants my help explaining it to Marilyn before Candice
gets here."

I could only nod, and reply "You did what you could. I love both
of them, but not at the expense of losing our love and friendship
with the others. If it gets to be a problem, or she decides she
isn't comfortable here, then we can find her another place to
stay - and hope that we don't lose the friendship. She's a
trained nurse, so I know she's got intelligence - we can only
hope that her innate good sense kicks in before things get too
bad for her. All we can really do is treat her as we always have
- with respect and affection."

Kelly released her own sigh before telling me "Well, I suppose
I'd better call Candice and let her know that the reception she
gets from Marlyn might be a little on the cool side."

"That's probably a good idea - I'm sure she'd appreciate the
warning." I answered.

That finally managed to get a smile out of Kelly before she went
to make the call.

When Jan and Sandra brought Marilyn back, I could see that they
were surprised at the reaction they got from Marlyn - but both
played it cool and didn't indicate that they noticed anything out
of the ordinary. When Marlyn took Marilyn back to the bedroom,
Kelly and I explained to them about Candice's upcoming visit, and
the talk that Kelly had had with Marlyn. Both immediately
understood the problem, and assured us that they would continue
treating both as they always had - and that they'd get the word
to Robyn and Susan about the situation, as well.

-----

It was a couple days later that Paul invited all of us - Marlyn
and Marilyn included - over to his place for grilled steaks.
Marlyn had maintained appearances with Kelly and me when Marilyn
was around, but both of us could tell that she was still troubled
about our relationships with the other girls. But she'd developed
a liking for, and trust in, Paul; and didn't hesitate to go with
us.

After we'd been there an hour or so, Paul pulled me off to the
side to ask "What's up with Marlyn? She talks to you and Kelly
okay, but I can see that it's kind of a strain on her."

I told him about Candice coming to visit, and Marlyn's reaction
to Kelly's explanation of our relationship. He asked if I needed
or wanted any help with the matter, and I just told him "If you
think you can add something, go ahead."

A bit later, supper was ready, and we all sat down to eat. As was
tradition at Paul's place, we held hands as he said a prayer
before the meal. Out of respect for his beliefs, Kelly and I
always bowed our heads, too, while he spoke.

Paul had gently guided Marlyn to sit next to him, and while the
rest of us were chatting among ourselves, I heard him quietly
tell her "You know, Marlyn, Dan is a good friend of mine. We've
been friends for nearly twenty years now, and he has always been
there when I needed his help - whether it was with something
simple like my computer, or harder like watching out for my kids
when I had to travel. I know Dan, and I trust him - he's shown me
that he has more good sense and more honesty and integrity than
any three other people that I know. I don't agree with all of
Dan's ideas and such - but more than anything else, I *respect*
him. I know that he would _never_ willingly hurt another person,
unless it was to protect someone else. When Jan was having a
sleepover with some of her friends one time, he stood right here
in this back yard and *fought* to protect one of those girls from
an old boyfriend. Sent the boyfriend and his two helpers to the
hospital doing it - then went over to the girls to comfort THEM.
Jan doesn't go to church much, any more, except to join me and
the boys on special occasions. I'm sad to see her like that; but
I'm even MORE happy that she has friends like Kelly and Dan and
all the others. I know that they're more than just `friends' -
that they're lovers, too, and I'm okay with that because I love
Jan; and know that she's a better person for having them as
friends - and even lovers. I'll bet you didn't know that it was
Jan that told me, right here on this patio, that she wanted to
give DAN her virginity. But *Dan* didn't want any part of it - he
tried to find ways to keep it from happening. As much as it
bothered me to know that my own daughter wanted to lose her
virginity, I loved HER more. And I knew that Dan was the only one
I knew and trusted enough to make it as easy and painless and
loving as I wanted it to be for her. I trusted him enough, and
loved her enough, that *I* told _him_ it was okay with me.

She looked surprised at all of that, and Paul went on.

"Marlyn, you know I'm Catholic. As much as the Church teaches us
about sin and all that, this was one thing that I had to disagree
with them on. I LOVE my daughter, and I don't think that a man
and woman making LOVE is a bad thing. That was something that
I've taught Jan and my boys. I wasn't happy about what she wanted
to do, and I tried everything I could think of to convince her
not to - but when everything else was said and done, there was
ONE thing that I *knew*: that I could trust her with Dan - that
he'd be as gentle and caring as I'd want for her. I know that she
still goes over there sometimes, and the two of them make love -
and that she makes love with Kelly, too. The Church teaches us
that things like that are a sin - but honestly, I have a hard
time with that. I see what a good person Jan is, and how happy
and everything else she is. I just can't see how it can be a
_sin_ for two people to show love and affection for each other,
whether they're the same sex, or not.

"I told you that I didn't agree with all of the things that Dan
does and believes. Jan has tried to explain it to me at different
times, but I guess I'm just too old, or been a Catholic for too
long. But one thing that I *do* like about his ideas is what they
do to people. I used to worry about Jan - that the bad things in
the world would hurt her, or that she just wasn't strong enough.
But since she's been with Dan, I've quit worrying - I've SEEN
what kind of person she has turned out to be, and I'm proud of
her. And I'm just as proud and impressed with all the other girls
that Dan and Kelly and Jan have as friends - I've know them since
they were in high school, and I've SEEN what good people they've
turned out to be. Just look at what they've done with their
lives: Jan is teaching kids at the same school she graduated
from; Robyn graduated with a Criminal Science degree, and is a
police officer, *helping* women and children that have come from
abusive husbands and fathers and families; Susan is a _lawyer_,
helping some of the same families that Robyn does. Sandra is
about to graduate as a psychologist, a *doctor*, and she plans to
specialize in helping kids with problems; Candice has a
Journalism degree and works for a newspaper, helping keep our
politicians honest.

"Marlyn, *every* *last* *one* of these young girls that I knew
has gone on to college, and graduated to work in an honorable
profession. I don't think it's a coincidence that this all
happened AFTER they became involved with Dan. So if they want to
keep making love with him, or with each other, I'm not going to
worry about it - for all of the good work they do out here with
the rest of us, I can't fault them for any pleasure they find
with each other in private."

 From the corner of my eye, I could see that his little spiel had
given Marlyn something to think about. But having said his piece,
Paul didn't belabor the point; the next thing he started talking
to her about was how things were going with her job, and what her
plans were when she got back to the Philippines.

-----

By the time Candice arrived, Marlyn seemed to have come to grips
with the `closeness' of the relationships between all of us. She
even seemed to accept that the relationships the girls had with
each other wasn't something she had to worry about affecting
Marilyn, and was soon again welcoming their time with her.

The first meeting between Candice and Marlyn could easily have
turned into a fiasco - but Candice's warmth and openness quickly
dissolved any residual fears or concerns Marlyn had about
accepting her friendship.

The first evening, it was just the four of us: Robyn and Susan
had invited Marilyn to spend the night with them, a kind of
`sleepover', to which Marlyn had agreed. They'd come to collect
Marilyn a couple hours after Candice's arrival, so that Marilyn
would have a chance to meet her before leaving. Marlyn had
initially been nervous about Marilyn being around Robyn's pistol
- until she'd learned that Robyn was even more concerned about
it, and kept the weapon inside a locked case when Marilyn was
present, with the sole key to the lock being on a chain around
Robyn's neck.

When Candice yawned as a result of the time zones she'd been
through, Kelly and I urged her to go ahead and go to bed. She
initially declined, but after doing it again a couple minutes
later, grinned and said that she thought she'd better take our
advice.

Kelly went with her, leaving Marlyn and I alone in the den.
Marlyn and I watched them heading down the hall, and saw when
Kelly reached down to put her hand on Candice's butt - and when
Candice respond in kind.

Marlyn looked at me in curiosity, and asked "You don't mind?"

"Not at all." I told her, before continuing "I love both of them.
If that makes them happy, then I am happy FOR them - the same way
that each of them is happy when I am with the other one."

"How can you love both of them? You are married to Kelly."

"If you were married, would you love ONLY your husband or ONLY
Marilyn?"

She shook her head, and I went on "I can love both of them
because I care about both of them. If I was married to Candice,
and it was Kelly that was visiting, it would still be the same."

Intrigued despite herself, Marlyn asked me "Why?"

"Because they are both good people. They are both smart, they
both have good hearts, and they are both honest and sincere. The
same with Jan and Susan and Sandra and Robyn."

"But they are all also very pretty."

"Then that is my good luck - but not the reason that I love them.
What matters to me is what is in their hearts and minds, and even
their spirit - their soul, if you like. All of them will get old
and wrinkled - but I will still love them for what is inside."

"But what they do..."

"What they do is bring each other pleasure and happiness and joy.
Why should it be wrong to do that for someone close to your
heart?"

"But the Church says it is a sin."

"You know that we are not Catholic, so we do not worry about what
the Church says. Besides, hasn't the Church said other things
that aren't always true?"

I could see that she had to mull that one over, and got up to
make my own way to bed - leaving her there, deep in thought.

-----

I managed to get up and moving the morning solely through the
necessity of getting Marlyn to work. Kelly had played a secondary
role to the activity between Candice and me; I knew that she and
Candice would have their own time together after Marlyn and I
were gone.

Kelly got to the office around mid-morning, and after giving me a
kiss and whispered "thank you", went to work. The nature of what
I was doing meant that Kelly and I had to stay pretty close to
the same point in our respective tasks. I left the office about
an hour early that afternoon, while Kelly said that she'd stay a
little longer to get caught up. We shared a kiss before I headed
home - where I was surprised to find Marlyn sitting in the den,
and no sign of Candice.

Marlyn smiled at the expression on my face, and told me "There
was a small problem on the production floor. It was going to take
a little while to straighten up, and there wasn't anything I
could do to help, so Bill told me I could go ahead and go home if
I wanted. I didn't want to bother you or Kelly, so I called here,
and Candice said that she would get me a ride home. I was very
surprised when Robyn stopped at the factory in her police car to
give me a ride! It was the first time I have ever been in a
police car, and I didn't know before how much happens while she
is working, and all the things that she has to do. On the way
here, she told me that if I wanted, I was welcome to ride with
her while she is working some time - she says that they do that
all the time."

After a small grin, she told me "I think I would like that. The
police here are much different than in the Philippines, and I
would like to see how it is here, and what she does."

I told her "I think that you would like it, too. I can promise
you, it will be a lot different than anything else you have done
before!"

She laughed at that before seeming to remember something. She
sobered again, and said "Dan, I would like to talk to you."

I replied "Of course", and took a seat at the opposite end of the
couch from her.

She sat there thinking for a few moments, then looked at me
before saying "When I got here, Candice was still here - and we
had a chance to really *talk* to each other. She told me how all
of them met you, and how they tried to tease you and make you a
little crazy the first time all of them were together with you,
at Paul's house. And she told me how you behaved toward them -
that you were polite and friendly, and that you never did
_anything_ to make them uncomfortable. She told me about Kelly's
family, and how you were the one that helped her so much and made
her so happy.

"Then she told me how all of them were so unsure and afraid about
themselves, physically. It was something that I could understand;
when I was growing up, before I went to school to be a nurse, I
was worried about things like that, too. She told how Kelly and
Jan had a kind of party for all of them - and how you and Kelly
and Jan explained things to them, and helped them feel better
about themselves. I didn't like that at first, but she made me
understand that it was all Kelly and Jan's idea - that you were
there ONLY because *all* of them wanted you to be, and that you
were always careful not to say or do anything to _any_ of them.
The thought of that was very surprising to me, and bothered me a
little; even though I knew you were so careful with them, I still
didn't like it that all of you were naked at the same time. But
then I thought about it like a nurse, and I understood that you
had done a good thing: by helping them with their fear, you were
giving them knowledge - and strength. While I was learning to be
a nurse, and after I got here to work in the hospital, I saw too
many young girls that had problems because of their ignorance
about themselves, and boys.

"When I understood that, I knew, a little, what you meant about
loving them the way you do - that you would only do something
like that with them and for them if you really *cared* about
them."

I nodded, and she went on "Then Candice told me that you made
love with all of them, except Susan. I was upset again, but
Candice told me that making love with you was THEIR idea - and
that you didn't want to make love with ANY of them until they
could prove to you that they were adult in their hearts and
minds; that even then, you were willing to only do as much as
each of them wanted. She told me how both of you were naked while
she was on your lap, and that all you did was to put your arms
around her and hold her before the two of you were physical with
each other - she told me that that was the first time in her
entire life that she felt so happy and *loved* by someone. She
said that even when she was on your lap like that, she knew that
she could trust you because all you did was to hold her - except
for the kiss you gave her on the shoulder. She explained that
when you gave her that kiss, she KNEW that you were willing to be
with her like that because you cared about her for what was in
her heart and mind, not her body; and she knew that she loved
you, too, for the same things.

"She said that after you kissed her like that, the two of you
talked a little bit - and she told me a little bit about how she
realized what kind of person you are, and understood why you do
the things that you do. She told me that before she understood
that, that you were willing to just help her learn about physical
pleasure, without actually being inside her. I had trouble
believing that, but she helped me to know how you could do that.
I was still surprised when she told me that after she understood
you, it made her *want* to make love with you - that she *wanted*
you to be with her like that. Then she said that she was so happy
when she was with you - she wasn't afraid to let you see her
naked, and let you _look_ at her that way; and that she wasn't
afraid to look at you like that, too.

Again, I just nodded for her to continue, which she did: "She
finally told me how kind and gentle and patient you were - and
how you had HER be the one to be in charge of how you were inside
her the first time, and how very happy you made her."

She took a breath, and went on "That was when Sandra came, and
Candice let her in. Candice told her what we had been talking
about, and Sandra told me the same things that Candice had. She
was very specific that when you were with them, you did not
_take_ their virginity; she said that it was each of them that
GAVE it to you - but only after you were certain that they
understood the choice they were making. Sandra tried to tell me
about how you talked to her, and how she realized that you were
someone that she wanted to be like, but I couldn't understand
very much about it. But she told me about how she bled a little
bit after you were inside her - and that you were so concerned
about her that you were still willing to stop, even then, if she
was in pain. She said that she had to convince YOU that it was
okay to go on. That is *not* the kind of thing that I am used to
hearing about! I have heard too many other women, in the
Philippines and here, talk about their first time; almost none of
them said that the man was as gentle and caring as you were with
her."

She finished by saying "After they left, I really thought about
what they told me - and what you said to me last night. I
remembered how all of them look at you and Kelly, and how you
look at them. I can see that what is important to all of you is
what is in your hearts, and what kind of people you are - and
that you really do LOVE each other. I understand that what you do
with each other is done from love, not lust, and I can accept
that. I don't know that I could ever do it, but I will not think
badly about you because of it. If Marilyn asks me why there are
three of you in a bed, or why the girls kiss each other so much,
I will only tell her that you are sharing your love with each
other. If she wants to know more, I will tell her that it is for
you to choose how to share your love, not us."

"And if she says something about the Church?" I asked.

"Then I will say that you are not Catholic, and that you don't
think it is wrong. She has met enough people that don't belong to
the Church that she can understand that, I think."

I responded by telling her "Thank you, Marlyn. Kelly and I - and
all the rest - care about you and Marilyn very much, and we don't
want to lose our friendship with you. I think you will see that
what we share with each other IS love - perhaps more love that
you thought people could have for each other. It doesn't matter
if you think you could ever do anything like we do - none of us
would *ever* say or do anything to make you think we wanted you
to do something you didn't want to do. If it happens that you
decide you are willing to share our love, then you are welcome to
join us as much or as little as you are comfortable with; it is
not our way to push other people to do things they don't want to
do, or are unhappy with."

Marlyn smiled at that, and said "I know that. I thought about the
way that I have seen all of you kiss each other - but when you
kiss me, or anyone else, it isn't so much."

About that time, Candice and Sandra came back - and a few minutes
later, Robyn (still in uniform) and Susan showed up with a very
happy, very excited Marilyn - who promptly started telling Marlyn
about all the fun they'd had the night before. While the two of
them were talking, the girls and I went into the kitchen for a
few moments to get something to drink - and while we were there,
I briefly told them about the conversation I'd just had with
Marlyn. All of them seemed happy and relieved to know that she'd
accepted our relationship.

When we got back to the den - with drinks for Marilyn and Marlyn,
too - I could see as Marlyn looked at each of them in such a way
as to let them know that what I'd told them was true. Each of
them gave her a small nod, and smile of thanks.

While Marlyn listened to Marilyn's detailed account of the
previous evening, I saw the others go into what I called one of
their huddles: while not obviously excluding anyone, someone that
knew them could see that they were hatching _something_. After
some whispering and head nodding, it broke up - I knew that
whatever it was they were planning, they weren't ready to put it
into play yet. I only hoped that it didn't have anything to do
with me - anyone else was going to have to watch out for
themselves.

After a little time, Robyn and Susan said their goodbyes - and
were as amazed as I was when Marlyn dared to wish them farewell
with a kiss on the lips. Granted, it was very chaste, but the
change from kissing their cheeks was still surprising.

When Marilyn finally ran down, and headed to the bedroom to put
her things away, Candice and Sandra asked her if she and Marilyn
wanted to go shopping with them the next day, Saturday - Candice
had decided that she could stay for the weekend, and wanted to
spend more time with all of them. Marlyn looked hesitant, but
they didn't have much trouble getting her to agree - particularly
when they said that they thought Jan and Kelly would be going,
too, making it a "Lady's Afternoon Out" as Sandra put it. When I
heard that, I got my first hint of who their plan was directed at
- but couldn't quite figure out what it *was*.

When they'd gotten the time set up, Sandra said her goodbyes -
getting her own kiss back from Marlyn, and another on the cheek
from Marilyn who showed up just in time. Marilyn busied herself
with cleaning up the den; on her own insistence, she'd taken
charge of light cleaning - which included cleaning out Cat's
litter box. Candice took the opportunity to sit on the couch next
to me before pulling my arm around her waist. Marlyn didn't bat
an eye, other than to move to a chair so that Candice and I would
have room to stretch out a little bit. Marilyn didn't seem to
notice or care. Kelly was her Tita Kelly, I was her Tito Dan; she
seemed to think that anything either of us did was just fine -
with the _possible_ exception of human sacrifice.

We were still like that, watching TV, when Kelly came home an
hour later - giving me a raised eyebrow when she saw Candice with
my arm around her, and Marlyn sitting across from us while
Marilyn lay on the floor. When she came over to kiss us, I
whispered to her "later". Candice and I watched in amused
anticipation when Kelly went over to kiss Marlyn, too - and her
surprised reaction to what Marlyn had in store for her.

Later that night, Candice and I explained to Kelly about the
discussions she'd had with Candice and Susan, and then me. Kelly
was obviously pleased by the change in Marlyn, and had a smile on
her face as the three of us settled into bed.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself spooning with Candice
- who was spooning with Kelly. From the bathroom, I made my way
into the kitchen to get the coffee started, then on into the den
with the morning paper. Late, when everyone was awake, it was
pancakes for everyone (Marilyn's favorite) - followed by a
morning of cartoons. Marlyn tried to object that we were spoiling
her, but quieted down when I softly pointed out that she'd have
to do without all of it, soon enough.

The three of them were dressed and ready when the others showed
up at 1:00 for their afternoon together. I was still in my robe,
and got discretely groped a couple of times as they said their
goodbyes before leaving.

After an afternoon of reading and listening to classical music, I
was ready when they got home in early evening.

It was when I saw the bags they were carrying that I realized
that Marlyn and Marilyn had merely been targets of opportunity
for their plans - *I* was apparently the ultimate goal. I didn't
doubt that it was going to be an interesting evening when
virtually everything in their hands carried a logo with a common
theme: Victoria's Secret, Lingerie by Linda, Boudoir Essentials,
and so on.

Kelly distributed her packages to the others and came over to
where I was sitting in my favorite chair. The others - except for
Marlyn and Marilyn - just giggled as they trooped back toward the
bedrooms. Planting herself in my lap, Kelly told me "We had a
*really* nice time this afternoon. We all had a really nice talk
with Marlyn, and she really is fine about all of us - and even
you. So we celebrated with some shopping, and we're going to show
you what we bought."

I gave her the fisheye, and she laughed before I told her "From
the logos on those bags, I've got a pretty good idea what you
bought."

She just grinned, and said "Yeah, but we still want you to see
it. On us."

"And Marlyn is okay with this?"

"Well, she was a little nervous at first, but we reminded her
what a gentleman you are, and she decided that she wanted to do
it, too. I think it's her way of saying thank you for being so
patient with her about all this. And even Marilyn is joining in.
Of course, they didn't have any stuff like ours in her sizes, but
we went to some department stores and found some *really* cute
stuff for her."

At my raised eyebrow, Kelly told me "Really, she wants to. I
don't think you understand how much she loves you - it's like she
almost worships you, and she's SO happy when you compliment her
about something. You're the only real guy in her life that's been
nice to her. Marlyn understands that, and she knows you'd never
*do* anything with Marilyn, so she's fine with it. So just sit
back and enjoy the show!"

There wasn't anything else for me to do but tell her "Just
remember: if I have a heart attack, YOU have to explain to the
coroner how it happened!"

Kelly just laughed and gave me a kiss before joining the others
in whichever bedroom they were in.

I went in to get myself a beer, and had barely settled back into
my seat when the bunch of them flowed into the living room.

The rest of them had remembered the advice I'd given them about
selecting things for themselves from the first `fashion show'
they'd given me - and apparently relayed it to Marlyn, and even
Marilyn.

Candice, Jan, Susan, Sandra, Kelly, and Robyn were wearing an
assortment of teddies, bustiers, camisoles, negligees, panties,
thongs, g-strings, and anything else they could find - and
between the six of them, the stuff couldn't have weighed more
than a couple of ounces. If beauty, sexiness, and pure
desirability had been the only criteria, I couldn't have picked
just _one_ of them if my life had depended on it. Marlyn's outfit
was somewhat tamer - but not a lot. It was clear that she had
small, dark nipples capping her firm breasts; below, the small
dark smudge of her pubis was obvious. When she saw me looking at
her, she blushed - but didn't turn away or try to conceal
herself. She visibly relaxed when she saw me smile my
appreciation of her physical charms. Marilyn was shyly waiting
her own turn for my perusal - happily sporting a soft, thin
cotton outfit that made it clear she was female: it fit snugly
enough that I could make out the shape and color of her nipples
where they distorted the fabric of her bra. Her panties were
molded to the shape of her mons, hinting at the cleft behind
them. With more and better food available to her, I could see
that Marilyn had added a couple of necessary pounds to her frame,
softening its gentle curves. Both of them were delighted when I
said "Dalawang maganda Filipinas!" (Two beautiful Filipinas)

With what could only be the first of several rounds over, each of
them stopped to give me a kiss before heading back to the bedroom
- and getting a pat on the fanny in return. When Marilyn kissed
me on the cheek, I kept my hands to myself, only to see a look of
mild disappointment on her face as she left. Marlyn's reaction
was the same, if less obvious, when I showed similar restraint
with her.

Several minutes later, they came in to show off their next set of
outfits. Kelly paused by me long enough to whisper "they're
feeling left out" - then putting her hand on one of her ass
cheeks as she walked away. It took me a second before I realized:
not only Marlyn, but Marilyn, would _welcome_ a pat on the butt
from me. I gave Kelly a discrete nod, and she smiled back before
I looked them over again.

All of them had changed into different outfits, of course - but
the net effect was the same. The others were as beautiful and
sexy to me as they always were; but it was Marlyn - and even
Marilyn - that truly caught my eye.

Proudly sporting a camisole that did precious little to hide what
was under it, Marlyn was a vision. Her nipples were clearly
erect, the filmy material of her top revealing just how firmly
her breasts stood out on her chest. Below it, her panties were
cut high on her legs - pulling the thin material of them tight
against her pelvis. I could barely make out the sparse patch of
her small pubic triangle, but not the cleft I knew was
underneath.

Marilyn was smiling as she showed me the bikini swimsuit she'd
gotten. The halter couldn't hide the swelling of her developing
breasts, or the places where her nipples dented the fabric. The
bottoms barely covered the mound between her thighs, and served
only to accentuate the round firmness of her ass.

I mimed applauding all of them, a big smile on my face, before
they made their way back to the bedrooms again. This time, each
one of them got a pat on the butt when they kissed me - Marilyn
started, but looked delighted; Marlyn didn't respond physically,
but I could see the pleased smile on her face as she left.

It was the third (and last) round of the evening that really got
my attention.

Kelly and the others had gotten themselves outfits that seemed to
consist primarily of dreams held together with cobwebs - I didn't
doubt that even a blind person would know that they were female,
and willing. I could see in their eyes that all six of them
understood when it was Marlyn and Marilyn that drew myattention.

The teddy she was wearing did nothing to hide the treasures it
covered - her dark nipples were almost achingly erect on her
breasts, which stood proudly out from her smooth, blemish-free
body. Below it, the matching g-string revealed just how sparse
her pubic hair was - I could easily see the cleft of her
womanhood; and unless I was mistaken, even the edges of her
vaginal lips and hood of her clitoris.

Marilyn looked familiar, for some reason - then I realized that
she was wearing a smaller version of the panty and bra set that
Jan had once modeled for me: the material was the approximate
color of smoke, and little more dense than air - all held
together with something that looked more like dental floss than
anything else. The panties were barely large enough to cover her
mons - and did nothing to prevent me from seeing the few faint
wisps of hair growing there as her body made the transition from
child to woman. Above, the size and shape of her developing bust
was proudly on display - I could see from the way her small dark
nipples stuck out that Marilyn was starting to have her own
`feelings'.

I thanked each of them with my eyes, then smiled and bowed my
head in appreciation for their beauty. All of them smiled their
pleased delight before starting back to the bedroom. Again, each
kissed me; but this time, I took the time to return the kiss with
a loving caress of their butts - even for Marilyn, who seemed
particularly happy at my touch.

The last ones were Kelly and Marlyn; Kelly told me "I think
Marlyn has something she wants to say to you" - then casually
guided a hesitant Marlyn onto my lap before collecting her own
kiss and caress, then disappearing toward the bedrooms.

I carefully kept my hands on the arms of the chair - I could see
that Marlyn was nervous to be on my lap that way; particularly
when she could obviously feel my involuntary reaction to the
sight they'd all presented me.

But when I made no moves - other than to take a swallow of my
beer - she gradually relaxed; then went on to move herself into a
more comfortable position.

Even after she was comfortable on my lap, she sat there for
several seconds, just watching me. She finally realized that I
wasn't going to touch her in any way, and that I was willing to
sit there patiently for as long as it took; when that happened, I
saw her surprisingly shy smile as she took my hands to hold them
in her own. I gave them a gentle squeeze of reassurance, but did
nothing more - and that, more than anything else, seemed to
convince her of my benign intentions.

Taking a breath, she finally started speaking to me, saying
"Thank you, Dan."

"You're welcome. But what for?"

"For just being you, I think."

Seeing my slightly perplexed look, she went on "When we first
met, there in Manila, I thought that you might just be another
American businessman, coming to the Philippines to take advantage
of our poverty, and perhaps our women. But you showed me, in many
different ways, that you aren't like that. Even when I made
mistakes and thought badly about you, you did not get angry with
me - you only showed me how I was wrong, and then forgave me.
Even more, you went out of your way to help me - not just by
going to San Fernando, but by doing all the things you have for
the orphanages there, and particularly for Marilyn. After you
gave all those things to the orphanage, I would have slept with
you if you had asked me to, to show you my gratitude for all you
did. But all you did was to continue treating me with courtesy
and respect - the same as Kelly did the entire time we were
together. That is a very rare thing for visitors to my country to
do - particularly men, and even more, those who were there while
in the military."

I started to speak, but she released my hand to put her finger on
my lips to silence me as she went on "Then you came back, not
just to help my people with the factory and jobs, but to help ME
by offering me this job - and doing it again with courtesy and
respect; and even more, your friendliness and concern. You have
been a much better friend to me than anyone else that I can think
of; even my Filipino friends.

"When I learned that Candice would be sleeping in your bed with
you and Kelly, I was very much bothered by that. But you did not
get upset or angry with me. You just let me find my own way, by
talking to Paul and the Bishop, and all the others. Even when we
talked that night, you did not tell me what to do - you only told
me what YOU thought, and asked me questions that made me think.

She took my hand in hers again, then said "Tonight, I wanted to
show you my gratitude for all that you and Kelly have done - not
just for me, but for Marilyn, and the other children in the
orphanages, and even the people you will hire for your factory.
But I also wanted to learn something. I wanted to learn if what
Candice and Sandra and the others told me was true. And I found
out that it is - that you are not the kind of person to take
advantage of others, or to try to make them do things for you.
Just now, when I sat your lap, I could feel you under me; I know
that you felt physical desire from looking at us. But you didn't
say or do anything with me - you just waited until I was
comfortable. From what you said, and the way you looked at us, I
know that you think Marilyn and I are pretty; but you were still
nice - even when you touched us on the bottom. It made me
understand that you thought I was pretty, and that you were doing
that to tell me - but that was ALL you were doing.

"Marilyn is very much in love with you. I think that it would be
very easy for you to do what you wanted to with her. But I know
that it is good for her to trust you, that you _wouldn't_ do
anything like that. And I know that *I* can trust you, too. For a
Filipina, I am too old to be unmarried - but it makes me feel
good inside to know that someone still thinks that I am pretty,
and maybe even make love with me if you wanted."

She let me pull my hands from hers, and I held her face in my
hands as I told her "Thank you for your trust - your trust in me,
and that you trust Marilyn WITH me, and the others. Yes, I find
you pretty. But like I told you before, what matters to me is
what you are like in your heart and soul - and it is the things
THERE that I find most pretty about you. No, I will not do
anything with Marilyn. Even if she comes to me about something
like that, I will not let it happen - I know that she is still
young, and has too much to learn about the world before she is
ready to make a decision like that. She is very cute, and I am
always happy to have a pretty girl on my lap - but right now,
that is ALL she is: a *girl*. I think that she is going to be
very pretty and very sexy when she is older, and becomes a
_woman_. But now, no: she is still too young.

"*I* don't think that you are too old to be unmarried; and I
understand a little bit about the reasons you are. But you are
old enough to decide for yourself if there is someone that you
want to make love with - whether it is me, or Kelly, or anyone
else. But the decision for that is not up to us; it has to be
YOURS. None of us is going to `test' you to see if you want to
make love with us. You are an adult. If you want to make love,
you have the words and the ways to let us know that. And even
that doesn't have to be all or nothing. If you only want to kiss
us, any of us would be happy with that; if you wanted to touch
and be touched, THAT is all we would do with you. You have to
understand that we understand about such things - we only do as
much with people as they are comfortable with. You told me
yourself that you know the way the girls kiss me is different
than the way they kiss you - and that is different than the way
they kiss Paul. If you wanted to walk around this house naked,
none of us would try to touch you, or say anything to you, in a
way that was more than YOU had told us was okay. Did the girls
tell you anything I said to them when we first made love?"

She nodded, and said "They all said that you told them that you
would only do as much with them as THEY wanted, and that it was
up to them how fast things happened."

"And that is how I am - and how THEY are, too. Because they have
been in *exactly* the same position you are now, they understand
that you might be worried or afraid or nervous. And that is why
none of us will do or say anything to make you or Marilyn unhappy
or uncomfortable. The same way that I was willing to let you get
comfortable on my lap, they are willing to let you get
comfortable with THEM."

With that, I let my hands move to the arms of the chair, waiting
to see what her reaction would be.

I watched her as she looked into my face while she thought over
what I'd just told her. Several minutes went by before she seemed
to reach a decision.

She reached up to take my face in her hands, and leaned forward
to give me a kiss on the lips. From the way she kissed me, I knew
that she meant it to be nothing more than affection and thanks -
and responded in kind. When it broke, she looked into my eyes,
and saw that I was perfectly willing to let her move at her own
pace and toward whatever goals she set for herself. She seemed
content with that, and smiled at me before moving to stand up,
saying "I think that I should talk to Marilyn about all this. I
am the only mother she has ever known, and I think she is old
enough to hear some of the things she must know."

I told her "You know that Kelly and I, or any one of the others,
will be happy to help you in any way we can."

She nodded, and turned to head for the bedrooms - then gave me a
smile when I gave her ass a gentle caress before she left.

-----

 Over the next couple of weeks, all of us watched in amusement as
Marlyn became truly *comfortable* with all of us. In fits and
starts, and with a few periods of retreat, she gradually managed
to rid herself of many of her inhibitions. Kelly and the others
reported that her kisses with them were progressively becoming
friendlier, as were Marilyn's. To no one's surprise, it was
Marilyn that first adapted to the idea of `be comfortable' by
wearing only her panties and bra around the house. Marlyn wasn't
overjoyed with it at first, but soon realized that none of us
particularly _cared_. That seemed to help Marlyn with her own
shyness, and it didn't take her much longer to follow Marilyn's
example. It wasn't that any of us were making any particular
effort to be so casual; rather, it was more a case of not taking
the time to put more clothing on.

Then when they found Kelly making breakfast dressed only her
panties one morning, they decided that even bras were overkill;
both of them opting to do without within a matter of just a day
or so. I was careful to stay behind them in shedding clothes;
only when I could see that they were really comfortable with each
stage of undress did I follow their lead. The first couple of
days of watching me walk around in my underwear, neither one of
them could help looking - but when neither Kelly nor I expressed
any interest or concern, they easily adapted to it.

Of course, there were the times when I would involuntarily start
sporting an erection. Whenever it happened, I just continued with
whatever I was doing - despite the stares I would get for
Marilyn, and even Marlyn.

After perhaps a half-dozen such events, Marlyn approached Kelly
about helping her give Marilyn the birds-and-bees talk. Kelly
told that she was perfectly willing to help - then went on to
tell Marlyn about the `anatomy lessons' that all of them had
gotten. Marlyn was initially surprised, but her nurse training
kicked in easily enough, and she saw the benefits of it: why
fiddle around with nobody-looks-like-that generic drawings when
she had real live examples to work with? Just for the sake of
variety, Robyn agreed to join them for the feminine part of it.
The class was held early one Saturday afternoon - while all of
them were in the bedroom (for Marilyn and Marlyn's benefit); I
stayed in the den, reading a book in my underwear.

When they were done with their part of it, the lot of them -
still nude - came into the den. Kelly got my attention, and asked
if I minded if they used me as the male demonstration. I told her
that was fine, and stood up long enough to drop my underwear
before lying back down to continue my book. Marlyn, of course,
knew the whole thing had been carefully scripted - with sole
purpose being to get the idea across to Marilyn that nudity
wasn't a shameful thing, and that there wasn't anything
inherently mysterious or `dirty' about the genitalia of _either_
sex.

So I carefully didn't notice - and certainly didn't pay any
attention - as Kelly, then Marlyn, described the various parts
and functions of the male anatomy. Nor was I distracted when
their manipulations resulted in an erection - after all, they'd
all seen me with them before, right? Instead, both Kelly and
Marlyn took the time to explain to Marilyn that a male erection
was just the result of any one of several kinds of stimulation -
that just because it was hard, that didn't mean that I had to
*do* anything with it; and particularly not with a female, such
as herself. When they were done, Kelly and Marlyn both thanked
me, and they headed back to the bedroom. As they were leaving,
Marilyn turned around to watch as I casually put my underwear
back on, and went back to my book - apparently indifferent to
what they'd just been doing.

A little while later, Robyn stopped by for a kiss and a little
mutual fondling before she headed home. Right before she left,
she told me "I told Marlyn that I wished someone had taught *me*
like that when I was Marilyn's age, and she just smiled and
thanked me for my help. I could tell she was a little nervous at
first, but she joined in with the rest of us like a trooper, and
didn't hesitate to show Marilyn that she's a virgin, too. Right
now, they're in there explaining to Marilyn the rest of it - you
know, how a baby is made, and how it grows inside the woman. You
should have *seen* the expression on Marilyn's face when they
told her that the man's penis has to be inside the woman to make
a baby! She couldn't _believe_ that something your size would
actually fit!" - the last part with a laugh. "But she knows that
a guy getting hard doesn't necessarily mean anything, and that it
*definitely* doesn't mean that she has to do anything with it. I
don't think Marlyn has to worry about her getting into trouble
with guys by accident; if she gets pregnant, it'll be because she
knew what she was doing, and *wanted* to."

Robyn and I shared another kiss, and she was out the door.

It was getting to be late afternoon by the time Kelly came into
the den to sit on the couch with my head on her lap. We were
holding hands when she told me "Thanks, Dan."

"What for?"

"For this afternoon. I knew you'd do just exactly what you did,
but I just wanted to thank you for it, anyway."

For change, it was MY turn to give HER the Goober look - and she
couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it. She went on to tell
me "Marlyn will be thanking you, too - you did a lot to help us
get Marilyn to understand that even though sex isn't something
dirty, it IS something _special_. I don't think she's going to
want to make love with you - yet! - but I wouldn't be surprised
if she didn't ask you to teach her other stuff."

I looked up at Kelly in surprise, and she said "Yeah, me, too.
But when we were done, she was comfortable enough to tell us that
sometimes she touched herself, and it felt good. I could see that
Marlyn was having a problem; the nurse in her was fighting with
the Catholic about what to say to Marilyn about it. So I bought
her some time by telling Marilyn that doing that wasn't bad, but
that she shouldn't do it too much - I figure Marlyn should decide
what's `too much'. She asked me if it felt good when you and I
made love, and I told her that it did. Then she asked if it felt
even better than when she touched herself. I looked at Marlyn,
and she just nodded that I should go ahead and tell her, so I
told her that it did. She said that she wished she could know
what that part was like. So don't be surprised if she asks you to
help her feel good some time."

"And what does Marlyn think about that?"

"I really don't know - I think she's torn between wanting Marilyn
to not be afraid of stuff like that, her faith telling her that
it's bad, and trusting you not to hurt Marilyn. I was really
surprised to find out that Marlyn is still a virgin. I mean, I
know you told me about what their culture was like and all that,
but she's over thirty, now, and I would have thought that she'd
have made love with *somebody* by now. And I don't think she's
ever really had an orgasm, either - she just seemed too unsure
about what I was telling Marilyn."

"So what's going on now?"

"When I left, the nurse part of Marlyn had kicked in, and she was
explaining to Marilyn about the other changes that were going to
be happening to her - how she was going to start having periods
and such before long. You know, I kind of feel sorry forMarlyn."

"How's that?"

"There she is, a trained Registered Nurse. She had to learn the
anatomy and what happens when, and all that other stuff; she
*knows* that there's nothing physically wrong with stuff like
masturbation - but being raised Catholic, she's been taught that
it's a sin, too. As a nurse, with her education, she knows that
birth control is safe and effective, and that a smaller
population in her country would help with a lot of the poverty
and other problems they have - but the Church keeps telling her
that birth control is a sin, while they can't do enough to help
all the extra people that result."

I sighed, and answered "I know. I've always thought it was ironic
that the reason Adam and Eve were kicked out of the garden was
because they ate fruit from the tree of *knowledge*."

Kelly squeezed my hand in response, and the two of us just waited
there, thinking.

-----

Over the next few weeks, Marilyn gradually increased her physical
intimacy with me. When she first arrived, her most adventurous
act would be to give me a kiss on the cheek, or hold my hand. But
after the clothing started coming off, and she had her little
`talk' with Kelly and Marlyn, things started heating up. She went
from laying or sitting by herself or with Marlyn, to sharing the
couch with me - then on to actually sitting NEXT to me. From
there, things progressed to having her actually touching me -
first, just a hand on my arm, then it was to snuggle next to me,
and on to actually taking my arm and putting it around her. She
never did interfere with anything any of the other girls were
doing - but if no one else displayed an interest, Marilyn would.

Kelly and the others watched all this happening with amusement.
Even Marlyn seemed to find it acceptable - until late one evening
when Marilyn went so far as to actually put my hand over her
breast and hold it there. I could feel her trembling slightly,
and knew that she was waiting to see what reaction there would be
to her boldness.

I feigned inattention and indifference; but from the corner of my
eye, I could see Marlyn start to say something. Kelly got her
attention, and gestured that Marlyn wait a bit - that we could
talk when Marilyn went to bed. Marlyn wasn't real happy, but
indicated that she would. A couple of minutes later, I turned to
look at her, and indicated that it would be only a littlelonger.

After perhaps fifteen minutes, I took my hand off Marilyn's
breast so that I could stick both arms out and stretch. When I
was done, I rested my arm on the back of the couch behind her,
and suggested that it was time for her to go to bed. She
reluctantly agreed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek before
heading toward the bedroom. As she went by, I gave her our by
then traditional pat on the butt as I wished her good night.

By the time she was gone, Marlyn had had time to calm down and
think.

The first thing Marlyn did was try to apologize. Kelly and I both
waved it off, assuring her that we didn't think Marilyn had done
anything wrong; and that we'd both known that she was going to do
*something*, sooner or later.

Next, Marlyn tried to tell us that she would talk to Marilyn.
Kelly and I both told her that even that wasn't necessary. Marlyn
seemed unsure about it, until Kelly simply asked her "Marlyn - do
I look like it bothers me? Does Dan?"

She shook her head, and I told her "Instead of being upset about
any of this, I think that maybe you should think about what to do
when she finally decides that she wants something more from me."

Marlyn looked at me in curiosity for a moment, and then realized
what I was getting at. At the expression on her face, I told her
"No, I don't think she'll want to go *that* far - but I don't
think that it's going to be very long before she wants to know
how much better it feels when someone else touches her, instead
touching herself."

THAT gave her something to think about after Kelly and I wished
her a good night, and kissed her before going to bed.

-----

Having gotten my hand on her breast once with impunity, Marilyn
was that much more willing to try it again. And with each
success, her confidence increased, as did her willingness to do
it again. Each time she saw it, I could see that Marlyn was
bothered by it that much more - but between times, all of us
could see that there was something else on her mind, as well.

It was on a Friday night, after Jan, Susan, and Sandra had picked
Marilyn up for a sleepover that things came to a head. Kelly and
I were both dressed casually after going out for fast food; we
were in the den, watching TV from the couch when Marlyn sat in a
chair across from us. At first, we didn't pay any attention to
her; but when she didn't say or do anything for a couple minutes,
I realized that something was up - and gently nudged Kelly. Both
of us looked over to where Marlyn was sitting, and saw that she
was quietly crying.

Kelly immediately got up and went over to comfort her, and start
trying to find out why she was crying. I stood and went into the
kitchen to get her a small towel to cry into - and drinks for all
of us for when she was done.

I set the sodas on the table, and handed the towel to Kelly after
Marlyn didn't seem to notice it after several seconds of looking
at it.

Kelly finally got Marlyn settled down enough to accept the towel,
which Marlyn used to dry her eyes and wipe her face as Kelly
continued to speak soft words of comfort to her. As Marlyn got
control of herself, she gradually got to the point where all she
was doing was sniffling. Only then did Kelly give her a hug, and
move over to sit next to me before asking "Marlyn, would you like
to tell us what's wrong?"

After a few more sniffles, and blowing her nose, Marlyn nodded.
Kelly and I waited patiently for her to start.

Finally, taking a deep breath, Marlyn told us "I'm sorry for
troubling you like this. But every time I see Marilyn put Dan's
hand on her breast, I know that she is getting closer to asking
him to do something for her."

She looked directly at me when she said "I trust you, Dan. I know
that if she asks you such a thing, you will not hurt her, or do
anything that would make her unhappy. But I know that you would
be more comfortable if you knew what *I* wanted for her."

She looked at both of us before lowering her head to say "The
problem is that I don't know what I want for her about that. For
myself, I have never wanted anything like that - until I came
here. Before this time, I was happy with my work, and being able
to visit Marilyn and spend a few hours with her. I was sad that I
could not keep her with me, but I knew that I did not have enough
to make a good home for her. But you helped me very much, and now
I have a *good* job, and I can keep her in my home with me, and
send her to school.

"She is so _smart_ and so pretty it makes me proud of her. But I
must also be her mother, now - and I am not sure how to do that.
I want so much for her, but I am afraid that I won't be able to
help her have all the things that I know she SHOULD have. She has
had a very hard time in the orphanage. She was always so brave
with me, but I could tell that she was unhappy and sad about that
place. I want to do everything I can to make her happy now that
she is with me."

She looked up at me again, and said "Dan, I know that she loves
you very much. Please forgive me, but you are like the father
that she never had before. And Kelly, you are like another mother
to her - and all the others are the sisters she never knew. She
loves all of you, with all of her heart - and I know that she is
going to be very sad when we have to leave. But I also know that
she will take all of you with her, in her heart and memories, and
that will help keep her happy when we are home again."

She paused to dry her eyes again, and continued "Both of you have
made ME very happy, too. Now I *know* what good people all of you
are - but mostly you, Dan. I see how all of these nice people
started to love you because I am loving you, too - because of the
good things inside you, like you said YOU look for. You share
your wife with other women, and she shares you with them, too;
and I understand now how much love all of you have for each other
that you can do that."

She took a deep breath, and went on "But that doesn't do anything
about Marilyn. I don't want her to be afraid of men, like I have
been, and my sisters and friends were. When all of them married,
they did not know anything about men, or what it was like to
enjoy making love. The men hurt them the first time because these
women did not know better, and I don't want Marilyn to have to do
like that. But there is something else, and I am ashamed about
it."

With that, Marlyn stopped speaking, choosing instead to stare at
the floor as she started to cry again.

Kelly and I looked at each other, and I indicated to her that I
thought she should be the one to speak to Marlyn. She understood
that I thought Marlyn would respond better to another woman,
instead of me, and quietly asked "Marlyn, what is it that you are
ashamed about?"

Marlyn started crying a little harder, and Kelly told her
"Marlyn, it okay to talk to me. You are my friend, and I care
about you. Even if there is something that you are ashamed about,
I know that you are still a good person, and I want to help you
if you will let me. You know that I would not lie to you, and I
will promise you right now that I will not think you are a bad
person if you want to tell me what it is that is really bothering
you. I care about you, and want ONLY to help you."

With that, Kelly reached out to take Marlyn's hand in hers,
holding it softly in reassurance.

After a bit, Marlyn's crying slackened, and eventually stopped.
She'd barely dried her eyes again when she suddenly moved from
the chair she was in, to sit next to Kelly, hugging her fiercely.
Kelly hugged her back, softly, as she gently rubbed Marlyn's
back, calming her again. It was muffled from her face being in
Kelly's shoulder, but I heard it clearly when Marlyn finally told
her "I am ashamed because I am jealous of Marilyn. She will know
the pleasure of a man's touch and affection, and I won't. I have
never been with a man, and I have never known the pleasures that
the others told me they have had with each other, and with Dan.
So I am jealous of Marilyn, my only family, because she will know
these things, and I will not."

Kelly turned her head to look at me as she continued to rub
Marlyn's back. I didn't want to speak and disturb the bond Marlyn
and Kelly had; so I mimed looking around for someone, gestured
toward Marlyn, and raised my eyebrows in question. Kelly
understood my actions: who was Marlyn looking/waiting for?

Going along with my silence, Kelly asked Marlyn "Is it Dan that
you want?"

Again, I could easily hear Marlyn's response: "Yes."

Kelly looked surprised, and asked "Why don't you just tell him,
then?"

"Because I am afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Kelly asked.

"That he will say no. Or that I will not know what to do, and
make him unhappy. Or that you or the others will be upset with me
because he is yours. That I will be too afraid, and not be able
to feel pleasure."

All of the reasons she gave Kelly were things that Kelly knew how
to deal with.

"Marlyn, I know Dan. If you wanted to make love with him, he
would be happy to do that - as much or as little as you wanted.
Don't you remember what all of us told you about him? That he
refused us ONLY until he was sure that we knew what we were
asking? The ONLY reason he did that was because all of us were so
young. I know that if YOU were to ask him, he would be happy to
do that for you, without question."

Marlyn said something that I didn't quite catch, but Kelly
apparently did when she said "Yes, I am sure. I think Dan knows
that you are a virgin. But even if he doesn't, all you have to do
is tell him, and he will help you to *learn* what to do. The
first time any of us were with him, WE didn't know, either - but
he taught us. Patiently and gently."

Kelly then told her "As for the rest of us, I think that you are
forgetting something: we _already_ share him with each other. And
he is able to make all of us happy. He gives all of us more love
than we know what to do with - and he still has plenty to give to
other people. He is already giving you and Marilyn his love, and
he STILL has enough for me and Jan and all the others. Do you
really think that if he gave you even more of his love, it would
hurt any of us? When WE already love you and Marilyn so much?"

Another garbled comment from Marlyn, and Kelly responded by
saying "No, I don't think you have to be afraid. You know how
kind and gentle he is. You know how patient and understanding he
is. You trust him not to hurt Marilyn; why would you think that
YOU have to be afraid of him? Think again about what all of us
have told you: he brought every single one of us pleasure - more
pleasure than we thought was possible. All of us were nervous to
be with him; but we trusted him, and he showed us that we were
right to do that. I have been with Dan for over six years, and he
has NEVER, EVER failed to bring me pleasure when we were
together. If anything, sometimes he makes me TOO happy!"

Kelly finished by telling her "Marlyn, there is *nothing* for you
to be afraid about. If you have the courage to tell him what you
want, he will do everything he can to show you what you have been
wanting. And he will do it with the support of all of us, because
we love him and we love YOU."

I saw Marlyn's head start to come up, and quickly turned away,
pretending that I hadn't heard a thing because I was too busy
counting air molecules. I turned back to look at them only when I
heard Marlyn's tentative "Dan?"

When she looked at me, she must have seen the care and concern on
my face, because she suddenly seemed to draw strength from
inside. Her voice was strong and clear when she asked "Dan, would
you make love with me?"

"Marlyn, if that is what you want, then I would be happy to." I
answered, as sincerely as I could.

Though pleased, she was still a bit hesitant when she told me "I
have never been with a man before. I am a virgin, and I don't
know anything about making love."

I opened my arms to her, and with Kelly's encouragement, she came
over to sit on my lap. I put my arms around her, chastely, before
telling her "You know the important part, already."

She looked at me doubtfully, and I went on to tell her "The
important part about making love with someone is to love them
first. When you have that, then the rest is easy."

Hearing that, she visibly relaxed in my arms as she started
smiling.

My eyes locked on hers, I told her "Marlyn, this is YOUR time.
What we do, and how we do it, is up to you. You told me that you
want us to make love. When the time comes, that is what we will
do - IF you still want it then. If you change your mind, or don't
want us to do that for ANY reason, then we won't. It is YOUR
choice, not mine. I had a vasectomy long before I met Kelly, so
you don't have to worry that I will make you pregnant. We can use
our bedroom, which has a larger bed, or yours - whichever you
would prefer. If it would make you more comfortable, Kelly can
stay with us; or if you want it to be just you and me, then she
will not bother us. If you want it to be just us, then she can be
with us later, if _you_ want her to. This is YOUR time, and it is
YOU that decides for us."

She could see, and hear, my sincerity as I told her those things;
I could see as she relaxed even more, and got some of her
confidence back. She looked at Kelly shyly before telling us "I
would like it to be just me and Dan, first. But you have been so
kind, Kelly, that I want to be with you, too - and find out what
a woman's love is like." she added, shyly.

Kelly just smiled, and told her "That's fine, Marlyn. I
understand. You and Dan have fun; when you want me, I'll be right
here."

Kelly's casual acceptance of her decision and obvious willingness
for us to be together, boosted Marlyn's confidence even more;
assuring her that she really was the decision maker on the
matter.

Marlyn turned back to me, and I simply told her "Whenever you are
ready."

To my surprise, she reached down to take my hand and press my
palm against her breast over the dress she was wearing. She then
looked into my eyes before saying "I am ready now."

I nodded my head in acceptance of her decision, and she stood up
next to the couch. I stood up next to her, and took her hand.
When I didn't move after several seconds, she realized that I was
waiting for HER. I could almost see it as the rest of her
confidence fell into place before she led the two of us down the
hall.

With only the briefest pause, she led us into `her' bedroom.
Neither Kelly nor I had been in it since her arrival; I was
surprised to see how neat and organized she kept it.

After both of us were inside, she released my hand to close the
door behind us; I could see as she debated whether or not to lock
it - before choosing not to. I knew that Kelly would never know
if it was locked, or not; it simply wouldn't occur to her to do
anything where she would find out.

When Marlyn was back in front of me again, both of us just stood
there for several moments, looking at each other - she, to see if
I was going to be aggressive in any way; me, to let her know that
I wasn't.

She finally spoke again, telling me "I... I don't know what to do
next."

"Would you let me kiss you?" I asked.

She gave me a happy nod, and let me take her hand to lead her
over to her bed (I figured the one with the stuffed animals was
*probably* Marilyn's). Marlyn seemed a bit apprehensive, at
first; but I simply sat on the bed, and opened my arms in
invitation for her to sit on my lap; she barely hesitated before
doing so.

I looked at her for a couple of moments, and she gave me a shy
smile in return. I carefully put my hands on her face, cupping it
softly, and then guided her face to mine. I saw her eyes close,
and kept mine open only long enough to make sure we didn't bump
noses.

Our first kiss was soft, and gentle - and chaste. When it ended,
she pulled back from me slightly, looking into my eyes to see
what was there - and apparently found only the love and concern I
felt for her, because she didn't hesitate to move toward me for
another kiss. Our second kiss was as chaste as the first - but
appreciably more emotional. When we parted lips again, I could
see the tears in her eyes; but I could also see the happiness on
her face, and knew that they were tears of joy.

Her face was still cupped in my hands, and I used my thumbs to
brush away her tears as I smiled at her.

She quickly got control of herself, and when I'd brushed away the
last of her tears, I slowly and deliberately put my arms around
her waist - holding her loosely enough that she would know I
wouldn't hurt her, but still tight enough that she would know
they were there - and why.

I wouldn't have done anything to rush her, anyway; but two things
were always in my mind. First, I had some understanding of the
culture she came from: THIS kind of sexuality was a very delicate
subject. Second, she was a thirty-plus virgin; whatever had kept
her from doing all this before, or even having orgasms, was
something that only she could turn loose of - and even then, I
knew it would happen slowly.

Several more times, we kissed - and each time, she was able and
willing to get more involved in it, and release a little more of
the passion I could sense in her. But I was always careful not to
push her; I responded to each of her advances with ONLY as much
intimacy and passion as _she_ showed.

It was when I finally felt her tongue hesitantly touch my lips,
and I responded in kind by opening my mouth to her, that she
finally loosened her hold on the desire she felt inside. Even as
our tongues were dueling, I felt her take my hand to put it on
her breast again. I held it there for only a couple of seconds
before her hand squeezed mine, inviting me to explore those
delightful symbols of her femininity.

In only a few seconds, I could hear as her breathing increased,
and the passion with which she was kissing me intensified. I
matched her oral passions with my own, and continued letting my
hand take the measure of her bosom. Even through her bra and
dress, I could feel her nipples harden under my touch.

When our kiss finally broke, she was panting slightly; I could
see the desire in her eyes as she looked at me. When her
breathing slowed a bit, she removed my hand from her breast - but
only so she could stand up in front of me and say "I... I want to
feel your hands on me."

I simply smiled, and said "I would like that, too." - and watched
as she slowly, deliberately went about taking her clothes off in
front of me. She didn't do it as anything like a striptease;
rather, it was more like she was doing it just as she would any
other time - but doing it THIS time for ME. Somehow, that made it
all the more intimate, and erotic: she was deliberately choosing
to share what was - for her - a very personal and private
activity.

As I sat there, not moving, she stayed in clear view to me -
neither trying to hide, nor show, any particular part of her
body; she didn't turn toward me, and she didn't turn away. First
to hit the floor was her dress, leaving her standing there
dressed only in a soft cotton bra and panty set. Next were the
stockings she was wearing - her legs were smooth enough, and the
stockings fit well enough, that she didn't need anything like a
garter belt to hold them up. She then reached between her breasts
to unhook the bra before removing it and letting it drop on the
small pile of her other clothes. As she moved, I could see the
faint swaying of her breasts; her nipples again hardened under
the ever-so-slight breeze caused by her movement. Last were her
panties - small and high-cut, they barely covered her pubis and
very little of her small, curved ass. She bent over to slide them
down her legs. As she stepped out of them, her legs lifted high
enough for me to see that her vaginal lips were extended and
slightly parted.

When she stood erect in front of me again, I couldn't help
noticing that the hood of her clitoris was peeking out at me from
the cleft of her sex.

I moved my eyes to her face, where I saw that she was looking at
me with a mixture of desire, invitation, and fear. I let her see
as I let my eyes wander across her curved form - slender,
muscular legs; nicely curved hips; trim waist; smooth, firm
belly; full bust; and a graceful neck. Her skin was clear and
smooth; the only hair on her was a small, sparse patch on her
mons, and the short, straight style on her head.

When I met her eyes again, I could only smile and tell her "Isang
malaking maganda Filipina!" (One big/very beautiful Filipina)
with all the sincerity I could muster.

Reassured that I found her attractive (!), I saw the fear
disappear from her eyes - which left only the desire and
invitation. As much as I wanted to pull her to me, I waited for
her to move, instead. And after a few seconds, she did - to stand
between my legs, leaving her breasts in front of me in open
invitation.

She didn't move as I reached out to put my hands on her hips, and
willingly moved with me as I pulled her closer so I could fasten
my lips around the dark brown tip of her breast. I heard her
breath catch in her throat when I first licked, then started
sucking on it. I could feel it responding in my mouth; the areola
puckering as her nipple got longer and firmer under my tongue.
After a minute, I started to slowly move my hands on her; she
didn't object, and it wasn't long before I was memorizing her
body as a blind person would - solely through my sense of touch.
From her knees to her shoulders, she willingly let my hands
wander her body as I continued to nurse first at one breast, then
the other.

After only a couple of minutes, I could easily identify the smell
of her arousal - musky, yet somehow sweet and spicy as well.
While I let my lips and tongue and mouth wander randomly across
the flesh of her breasts, I let one of my hands drift between her
legs, tracing the inside of her thigh. Lightly, almost casually,
I let my hand brush against her mons, and felt the light touch of
her vaginal lips. Even when she felt my touch there, she did not
move, except to put her hands in my hair and hold my head to her
breast as she panted her increasing excitement.

A few more minutes of that, and I could feel her starting to get
a little unsteady on her feet. I slowed, and finally stopped,
what I was doing - accompanied by a small moan of
frustration/disappointment. When she looked down at me, I simply
told her "Why don't you sit down, before you fall down? Then you
can watch while I take my clothes off, too."

It took her only a second to agree; and she didn't have the
slightest objection or reluctance about letting me help her. She
did opt to lie down, though - on her side, so she could still
watch as I undressed.

I took my clothes off the same way for her as she had for me - as
though I was doing it alone; and as she had, I kept myself where
she could see me, but didn't do anything to show or hide any
particular part of my body. The only difference, really, was that
I heard her gasp slightly when I pulled my shorts down, revealing
my semi-erect penis. She'd seen it before, of course - but under
considerably different circumstances.

When all I was wearing was a smile, I stood again to let Marlyn
have her turn at looking ME over.

She seemed to give me the same careful examination she'd gotten
from me - and seemed just as pleased with what she saw. From the
expression on her face, I wasn't surprised when she took my hand,
and guided me to lie on my back next to her.

She tentatively reached out to put her hand on my chest, letting
her fingertips drift through my sparse chest hair. She was
surprised when I took her hand; but smiled at me when I kissed
the palm of it, and put it back on my chest.

I made no move to touch her as she moved her hand around my body
- testing the firmness of my muscles, the texture of my skin,
curious and amused at the fine hair she found on my arms and
legs. A couple of times, she started toward my penis, but moved
away again. I felt her start to reach for it again, and I told
her "Marlyn, its okay. You can touch me, if you want."

She blushed slightly, but finally let her hand come in contact
with my penis. When I didn't do anything, she let herself take
hold of it, lifting it up to feel it's weight and size. Her
curiosity finally got the better of her, and she raised up to
move her head closer, examining it closely as she moved it in
different ways, and even pulled the foreskin back to examine the
head. I grew slightly with her manipulation, and she felt me get
larger in her hand - but when I didn't make any other movement,
she knew that she could continue for as long as she wanted.

When she was finally satisfied with her examination, she lay back
down again, on her back. I turned onto my side and lowered my
head to kiss her - moving slowly so she would know that I still
wasn't any kind of threat to her, even though we were both nude.

With only a couple of kisses, her passion and desire reached
their previous levels - and as our kisses continued, exceeded
them. I put my hand on her breast again, and softly ran my thumb
across its nipple; she released a soft moan into my mouth, where
our tongues were dancing.

We continued kissing for the next several minutes; as we did, I
continued to gently squeeze her breasts and run my fingers across
her nipples, feeling them erect and lengthen under my touch.
Marlyn's desire and arousal increased with each moment, and it
didn't take her long to let her hand drift to my penis again,
where she started caressing and gently pulling on it. From the
expression on her face, she was delighted to feel me growing in
her hand in response.

When I was nearly completely erect, I started letting my hand
drift lower and lower on her body. She didn't seem to have any
reaction to what I was doing, until she felt my touch on her
mons. At that contact, she broke our kiss to look up at me in
concern; I smiled, and told her "Its okay. I'm not going to do
anything to hurt you."

She didn't seem entirely sure about that, but when I just held my
hand still, she seemed to decide to let it go, and closed her
eyes for me to kiss her again. I did, and continued to let my
hand rest on her as I waited for her to relax again - I could
feel that she was slightly tense. When I didn't do anything to
`push' her, she finally accepted that I wasn't going to move any
faster than she was comfortable with. And with that acceptance,
she finally let herself relax under my touch. I gave it a little
longer, though, just to make sure, before I started caress her
again. She didn't have any objections or fears when she felt my
touch expand slightly, to include the area between her legs, and
even the insides of her thighs.

When I finally let my finger brush across her labia, I felt her
tense slightly; but when I just let my finger drift farther
along, she relaxed again. We went through the same thing again a
few moments later, with the same results.

I slowly broke our kiss to gently tell her "Marlyn, you do not
have to be afraid - of me, or what I am doing. I am not going to
hurt you. I am not going to do anything that would make you not a
virgin. ALL I want to do is to help you find out what I can do
that feels good to you. You told me that you are a virgin, and
that you don't know anything about making love. What I would like
to do is to help you learn - about making LOVE."

She looked at me shyly, and answered "I know that, Dan. But all
my life, I have heard the stories from other women about what it
was like for them the first time they made love, and they always
said that it hurt."

With a reassuring smile, I told her "I believe that they told you
those things. But I *don't* believe that it has to be that way.
The _last_ thing that I would want to do to you would be to hurt
you like that. All that I am doing is trying to find out what I
can do to make it *easier* for you, and to bring you pleasure. I
know that if I do some things, it would hurt you - so I am NOT
going to do them. Do you remember when I told you that we would
make love only if YOU wanted us to?" - she nodded, and I went on
- "Do you remember that I said I would stop if you wanted meto?"

She nodded again, and I asked her "Do you think that I would lie
to you?"

Confidently, she answered "No, Dan. I know that you would not lie
to me."

"Do you think that I am the kind of man that thinks only with his
penis?"

She smiled, and shook her head, before I told her "Marlyn, I love
you, just as I love Kelly and the others. Just as I would not
hurt them, I will not hurt you. It is your choice if you want to
give me your virginity - I will *not* _take_ it from you. If you
want, I can help you find pleasure while we are together like
this. But how much pleasure you feel from this is up to you - I
can only help you find the most pleasure if you trust me not to
hurt you while we are together. If you are afraid, I will
understand, and I will not be angry or upset; I will only be
sorry that you don't know the joy of making LOVE."

With that, she finally seemed to understand what Kelly and the
others had told her - that in no size, way, shape, or form was I
going to do anything to rush her, or hurt her. She *knew* that I
would stop if she told me to - or even _asked_ me to; and KNEW
that if she did, I really *wouldn't* be upset or angry with her -
only sorry that she would miss out on something so special.

It took only a couple of seconds before she told me "Dan, I DO
want to make love with you. And I DO trust you." With those
words, I could feel her relax even more next to me - and felt it
as her legs parted slightly.

I lowered my head again, kissing her softly on the forehead and
both cheeks before letting my lips touch hers. Our kiss was one
of love - and trust.

With that kiss, I moved my hand up to rest on her belly; as we
kissed again, she took my hand to put it on her breast again. I
didn't hesitate to go back to caressing her - gently squeezing
and fondling her breasts between periods of letting my fingers
trace the outlines of her areolas and running my fingertips
across her nipples.

In short order, she was again nearly as aroused and excited as
she had been before. When I again heard her soft panting, I
slowly eased my hand slide down her body to begin softly stroking
her hips and thighs. It was a little longer, this time, before I
let my fingertip graze across her labia *ever* so lightly; when
she didn't tense under my touch, I knew that she was ready for
what was to come.

As I continued to softly stroke her thighs, I gradually increased
the frequency that my fingers brushed across her vaginal lips.
After several such contacts, I thought I could feel a difference
in how they felt - they seemed slightly longer and thicker.
Remembering how she'd responded when I sucked on her breasts and
nipples, I thought that the next part would be easier on both of
us if I did it again.

Between the next few kisses we shared, I took the opportunity to
kiss her on the shoulders, her throat, her neck, and even along
her jaw. With the change in my attentions to her, she let our
kisses taper off so that I could continue this new activity -
then expand it to include the upper slopes of her breasts. Over
the period of several minutes, I was able to carefully transfer
the focus of my attention from her neck and shoulders to her
breasts; when I again took one of her nipples in my mouth, her
hands quickly took hold of my head, keeping my mouth on her
breast.

With so much of her attention focused on her breasts, it was much
easier for me to begin my explorations of her pubic area. By
being able to let my hand contact her mons and labia more, I was
easily able to determine that I'd been right - her labia WERE
getting longer and thicker - ample evidence that her passion and
arousal were increasing.

She was so focused on what I was doing to her breasts and
nipples, that she didn't have any noticeable reaction when I let
my finger finally dip _between_ her labia - where I found her
entrance incredibly hot and wet. Several more times, I drew the
end of my finger between her vaginal lips; making sure that I had
enough of her hot oils before I made contact with her clitoris.
With that first light touch on her nubbin, her thighs flew open
as she loudly gasped her pleasure at the contact.

When I traced my finger between her vaginal lips to collect more
of her ample fluids, she noticed for the first time what I was
doing - and raised her hips as I got closer to where her clitoris
was peeking out from under its hood. With this acceptance of my
touch between her thighs, I released her nipple from my mouth,
and lifted my head so we could share a kiss. I was pleasantly
surprised at the passion that she put into it; and I happily
matched it even as I continued my tender ministrations to her
womanhood.

It wasn't long before my actions were almost entirely centered on
her clitoris, dipping my finger to her vaginal opening whenever I
needed to transfer some of her more than sufficient supply of
lubrication. Over the next couple of minutes, her arousal quickly
increased as what I was doing had its effect on: her head started
tossing back and forth, her breathing got rapid and shallow, and
she started muttering a number of unintelligible - but obviously
passionate - words and phrases in Tagalog. The only part of her
that wasn't in constant motion was her pubis - IT was anchored in
place, under my touch.

I'd been softly fluttering my fingertip across her clitoris for
less than a minute when she suddenly froze - not a muscle moved
for several long seconds; then her thighs clamped together as she
gave long, loud cry of release. I saw her body start spasming
next to me as she tried to breathe between moans of pleasure; I
didn't bother trying to do anything to make it more intense for
her - I simply didn't dare.

Only when the worst/best of it was over for her did her thighs
loosen around my hand, leaving me free to move it up to rest on
her belly as I looked down at her. When her breathing had mostly
stabilized, I saw her eyes open - but she wasn't able to focus on
anything for several more seconds, when she suddenly seemed to
realize that it was ME looking down at her. She managed to grab
my wrist, and started to say something, but all that came out was
a weak croak. She looked at me accusingly, and I asked "Would you
like something to drink?"

She nodded, and I said "I can go get it, or Kelly will be happy
to bring it here. Do you want me to go?" She shook her head, and
my next question was "Kelly will bring it here, then. Is it okay
if she comes in here?"

Marlyn thought about that for a second, and gave a hesitant shake
of her head.

"That's fine, we can do that." I told her, before getting Mabel
into it.

"Mabel!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Message to Kelly."

A pause, then "Recording."

"Kelly, if you would, we need some drinks in here. Club soda with
lime, I think. If you could just set it inside the door, I'd
appreciate it. End message."

Kelly, of course, would know that *I* wouldn't care about how she
brought the drinks; so she'd know that Marlyn didn't care to be
seen in whatever her current state was - and take care to respect
Marlyn's concerns.

"Message stored. Locating Kelly."

"That's all", I finished.

"Thank you, sir."

For the next couple of minutes, I just laid there, my hand on
Marlyn's belly as I smiled at her in reassurance that everything
was just fine. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and a few
seconds later, it opened part way. Marlyn and I watched as a tray
with several bottles of club soda and a small plastic container
of lime juice was slid into the room, followed by Kelly's voice
telling us "There you go." I called out my thanks, and we could
hear Kelly's "That's okay - glad to help" in response.

When the door closed again - neither of us saw more than Kelly's
hand and part of her arm - Marlyn released her hold on me. I got
up and brought the drinks over to where I could reach them from
the bed, then sat next to Marlyn. I asked her if she'd like to
sit up, and she nodded. I gently reached down to lift her up
before moving to rest my back against the headboard. Marlyn
understood what was next, and was able to help me ease her
backward until she was resting against my chest, sitting on the
bed between my legs. She watched as I squirted a little lime
juice into one of the open bottles, and then handed it to her.
She took it, and surprised me by downing nearly half of it before
coming up for air.

When she did, I softly asked "Feeling better, now?"

She turned her head to give me a reproachful look before
answering "Yes, much better. Why didn't you tell me it would be
like that? It felt so good, but there was so MUCH of it!"

"Marlyn, how could *I* know what it would be like for you? You
seemed to like what I was doing" - "Oh, I liked!" - "so I just
kept doing it."

Slightly mollified, she took another drink - half of what was
left - and said "Still, it was so *much*! I didn't know I could
feel like that!"

"Marlyn, dear, that was your first climax - your first orgasm. If
you want, you can have as many of them as you choose."

"Like that every time?" she asked, hesitantly.

"I don't know. That depends on you - if you want them to be, they
can. Or not so much; it's up to you."

She finished her drink, and leaned over to trade it for another -
and suddenly seemed to notice the odor of her arousal in the air.
I heard her sniff before she blushed and turned to me to ask
"That smell - that's me?"

I kissed her forehead, and answered "Yes, that's you."

She blushed again - even deeper - and got her drink before
leaning back against my chest. I put my arms around her, and told
her "Marlyn, don't be embarrassed or ashamed about that. It is
what happens any time a woman becomes sexually aroused."

"I think maybe it doesn't smell good."

I softly laughed, then hugged her before saying "Marlyn, I
promise you: it is something that any man likes to smell -
especially when it is coming from a woman he loves. It tells him
that she likes what he is doing to her, that she is happy, and
that she loves him, too."

She didn't seem to want to believe it, so I just told her "I told
you what I think about it as a man - but if you want to, you can
ask any of the others what THEY think about it. I will bet that
they will tell you the same thing - that it is a GOOD smell."

She got quiet for a few moments, and then suddenly gave a start
in my arms. She turned to look at me and say "You... you didn't
do anything. I mean, you just touched me; you weren't inside me -
not even with your finger."

"No, of course not." was my only reply.

She looked surprised, and asked "Why?"

"Because I promised you that I wouldn't. I want you to know it if
I do those things so you can tell me if you like them or not. I
know that you trust me not to hurt you. But I am also here to
help you find out what things you like about making love."

"How can you do like that? Be so patient with me?"

She could see the surprise on my face when I told her "Because I
love you, Marlyn. You told me that you don't know anything about
making love - so I know that you don't know what would make you
feel pleasure like that. I love you, so I want to help you learn
what pleases you. All I ask is that you are willing to try new
things, so that you can know if you like them or not."

Curious - but unafraid - she asked me "What new things?"

"There are many ways that a man and woman can bring pleasure to
each other. You just learned that I can use my hand; you can do
the same. The man and woman can use their mouths to bring each
other pleasure. The man and woman can be in different positions
while they make love - one position may please the woman more,
and another may please the man."

While she started thinking that one over, I got my own drink, and
the two of us sat there in silence for a little while.

After I'd put my empty on the tray, Marlyn did the same before
pulling my hands up to her breasts. I was softly squeezing them
and gently pulling on her nipples when she told me "I was
thinking about what you told me - about trying new things."

"So what did you decide?"

"I decided that you are right. Before now, I could not believe
that it would feel so good just to have a man touch me the way
you did. That was new to me, and it was very nice. So I think
that maybe other things will feel nice, too. I know that I will
be a little bit afraid - but I know that you will not hurt me.
And I know that I can trust you - that if it doesn't feel good
for me, you will not be upset or angry with me. Dan, I *want* to
know what will feels good for me - and even how I can please a
man. If you will teach me, I want to learn."

With that, she took one of my hands from her breasts and lifted
it to her lips - where she lovingly kissed my palm.

In return, I kissed her softly on the shoulder; she turned her
head to face me and we shared a gentle, loving kiss.

That kiss lengthened - then grew to one of arousal, then passion.
When it finally broke, her breasts were firm under my hands, her
nipples erect.

She moved away slightly, and then turned to face me - and I could
see the trust and certainty in her eyes as she told me "Dan,
please - teach me. Help me learn."

I opened my arms to her, and she happily moved into them, hugging
me fiercely. When we separated again, she willingly let me guide
her to lie on her back next to me. I saw no fear, no hesitation,
and no worry in her eyes when I moved over her; indeed, she
readily spread her legs to make room for me between them.

We kissed again, ratcheting her arousal and passion even higher
before it broke. I moved myself down her body slightly, so I
could take one of her nipples in my mouth and draw it out even
more from the surrounding flesh. Back and forth I went, from one
breast to the other, teasing her nipples to even greater length
and hardness between applying gently suction to random places on
her breasts. She buried her hands in my hair and started softly
moaning her pleasure at what I was doing.

When I had both of her nipples fully extended and glistening from
my saliva, I started easing myself farther and farther down her
body, blazing a trail of soft kisses on her skin - when I wasn't
gently nibbling at it with my lips. There wasn't a square inch of
her smooth, firm belly that wasn't subject to my attentions
before my lips brushed the fringes of her sparse pubic hair.

Before moving any further, I looked up at her, and saw only trust
and confidence in her eyes - which were hooded with her desire.
When I moved to kiss her lower, on her mons, she readily spread
her legs further; and pulled her knees up to open herself to me
as much as she could.

A few more kisses, and I was the first man to be graced with the
sight before me: an unimpeded look at the core of her womanhood.
Her thin pubic hair did nothing to hide the cleft of her
pudendum; within that cleft were her labia, flowing out from
under the hood of her exposed clitoris, continuing on to bracket
the entrance to her vagina before fading into her perineum.
Smooth and soft, they were also parted slightly, the area between
glistening slightly with dewdrops of her essence. The aroma of
her womanhood was musky, but with a slight spicy/sweet overtone.

Without hesitation, I extended my tongue to draw it up between
her inner lips - collecting the full flavor of her oils and
finding them to be as delightful as I'd expected. When I did
that, I felt her tense under my hands *ever* so slightly - but
when I repeated my actions to taste her again, the tension
quickly left her.

For the next few minutes, I delighted in being able to fully
sample this treasure that she so willingly offered me. I lapped
at her vaginal entrance as though it were an ice cream cone. I
took her labia into my mouth to softly suck on them, and feel
them get longer and thicker in response.

It was when I let my tongue find its way to her clitoris that I
felt her reach down to take my head in her hands. Lifting it so
she could look into my face, her head and shoulders were flushed
with her arousal as she told me "I... I want to do like that to
you, too."

I smiled, and nodded my acceptance before moving to get to my
knees. Looking down at her, I could see that she was uncertain
what to do. I reached down to take her hand, and she readily let
me guide her to her knees, too. Once there, she hesitated only
briefly before kissing me - and when her lips met mine, she
wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to open her mouth so our
tongues could dance in each other's mouths. I knew that she was
also getting a slight taste of herself when she paused for a
moment - but it was only for a moment, and she quickly went back
to letting me know how much passion she had been holding inside.

With the end of the kiss, she pulled back slightly. When she saw
me looking at her, she blushed slightly, and asked "That is what
I taste like, there?"

I smiled, and told her "Yes."

She shyly smiled back before telling me "I think that I can
understand why you like to do that. It is not a bad taste."

I kissed her again, softly, and lay down on the bed, on my back.
She looked at me quizzically, and I simply guided her to straddle
my head. Understanding what was next, she leaned forward to put
her hands on the bed before lowering herself so that my erect
penis was within her reach. With only a little adjustment, we
were soon positioned for what we were about to do.

I lifted my head slightly, so that I could extend my tongue to
take another taste of her female essence; she responded by
tilting her head slightly and licking at the shaft of my
erection. I licked at her labia a few more times before shifting
my attention to her clitoris, which was erect and clearly
visible. When my tongue softly drifted across its surface, she
released a low moan of pleasure, and moved her focus to the head
of my erect member, licking at it as I had done to her labia just
a short time before.

As I continued to apply my tongue to her clitoris, she finally
opened her mouth to take me inside - letting her lips wrap around
me just behind the head. With that hurdle passed, she soon
started using her lips and tongue to explore my length, for as
far as she could get me into her mouth. I was pleasantly
surprised when she never did anything that actually hurt me. She
tried a few things that were uncomfortable, but she seemed to
understand what the problem was when they happened, and readily
changed what she was doing.

As her arousal increased with my attentions, so did her
enthusiasm, and willingness to try different things. After a
couple of minutes, she released me from between her lips so she
could catch her breath and pant with the excitement I was
bringing her. When she was ready to take me into her mouth again,
I could feel that there was a drop of pre-cum on the end of my
penis; with only a moment's hesitation, she stuck her tongue out
to lick it off - and apparently found the taste acceptable, if
not pleasing, judging from the way she started hungrily - but
gently - sucking on me.

She didn't have any experience or technique; but she MORE than
made up for those shortcomings with her enthusiasm and
willingness to experiment. It didn't take her but a few minutes
to get me as hard as I'd ever been, and move me along toward my
climax.

Not wanting to leave her behind, I applied myself to bringing her
as much stimulation and pleasure as I could: taking her clitoris
between my lips and softly `milking' it with them; circling her
clitoris with the tip of my tongue, varying the pressure and
speed at which I manipulated it; placing my mouth over the
entrance to her vagina, and softly sucking on it to draw out her
womanly nectar; and finally, forming a rod with my tongue, and
sliding it into her, accompanied by her deep moan of pleasure and
arousal.

My plan had only one flaw - a fatal one. With each increase in
her pleasure, she seemed all the more determined to please ME, in
return. The sheer enthusiasm she showed for her self-appointed
task was doing more to move me toward MY climax than what I could
do to bring her to HERS.

There came the point where I knew it was a lost cause; even as I
felt my balls tighten up, I managed to gasp out the warning "I'm
going to shoot!"

She barely had time to pull her lips free of me before the first
load of my semen rocketed out the end of my erection as she
watched. As I found out later, it hit her on the chest, and
dribbled down to drip off one of her nipples; in the mean time,
she quickly wrapped her lips around my glans again, sucking on me
in time with the pulsing of my erection in her hand. As her mouth
filled with my inert seed, I could feel her rolling it around on
her tongue, as though savoring the taste before swallowing it to
make room for more.

As the last of my juices trickled out the end of my deflating
erection, Marlyn greedily lapped them up before starting to lick
my penis clean. When she started doing that, I quickly resumed
the activities I'd been happily performing for her before -
sliding my stiffened tongue into her hot, wet womanhood for
several thrusts before fluttering my tongue across her clitoris
for a while, and then returning to penetrate her with my tongue
again.

With her attention fully on her own pleasure, it didn't take but
a couple more minutes before I felt her start to tense over me as
she got closer to her own release. As I felt her tension
increase, I slowed my actions, easing her toward a more powerful
climax.

When I felt that she was on the very edge of another orgasm, I
all but threw her into it with a furious but soft fluttering
across her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. She tried to push
her entire pelvis into my mouth as her thighs clamped down on my
head again; her deep-throated cry of release let me know that
this orgasm was even more powerful than the first.

Her entire body went through cycles of absolute rigidity,
alternating with periods of near-collapse. With each wave of her
release, I would softly suck on her clitoris in time with the
spasms passing through her - then drink in the musky oils that
overflowed from her vagina.

Again, she all but collapsed when enough of her orgasm had
passed. I was expecting it that time, and quickly moved to ease
her off of me, and onto her back on the bed. Her eyes were still
closed, and she seemed pretty far out of it, so I carefully
pulled her onto my lap. Getting her legs outside of mine, I eased
both of us toward the head of the bed; where I got a couple of
pillows in place to prop myself up with. She was starting to come
out of it by then, and weakly tried to help me as I pulled her a
little higher on my lap, so I could bend my knees to form more of
a `seat' for her.

When she was lying against my chest, I carefully reached over to
open and flavor a bottle of soda. I brought it to her lips, and
she took a few sips of it as I held the bottle before weakly
pushing my hand away. I took a drink myself, and then offered it
to her again. This time, she was able to hold my hand to guide me
as she managed several swallows of it.

A minute later, she pulled my hand up so she could finish the
bottle, which I set with the others. When I turned back to her,
she slapped my arm and exclaimed "Oh! You!"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You! You did that on purpose!"

"Yes, me. Did what on purpose?"

"Made me do that again, only more!"

It took me a second before I understood that she was talking
about how I made her orgasm again, and made it stronger than the
first one. I put my arms around her, and answered "Yes, I did it
on purpose. I wanted to thank you for what YOU did!"

Hearing that, she surprised me with a shy grin, and said "I liked
to do that for you."

"I could tell." I teased.

She blushed slightly, and replied "When you told me that you were
going to - shoot? - I wanted to see what it looked like. When I
tasted you before, it was a little salty, but nice. So after I
saw what you did, I wanted to know if the other one was like
that, too."

"And?"

She grinned at me, and said "It was nice, too. Different, but
still nice! You liked that?"

"I liked that very much. You made me feel very good when you did
that."

Her grin got even wider, and she said "I liked it, too. Is the
taste always like that?"

"I don't know. I think a little bit, but I'm not sure. I know for
women the taste is a little different, but a little bit the same,
too; so I think it is probably like that for men, too."

She smiled, and nodded in understanding before leaning back
against my chest again, pulling my arms tighter against herbody.

A couple minutes later, she leaned over to get us each another
bottle of soda, adding a healthy dollop of lime juice to each.
When we'd both finished our drinks, she got off my lap to put the
bottles on the tray. She hesitated a moment, then picked up the
tray and left the bedroom with it, returning a couple minutes
later with cold ones. She also had a big smile on her face, and
after she closed the door, she told me "I saw Kelly, and she
helped me in the kitchen. While we were there, she gave me a big
kiss and told me I smelled good!"

I smiled back at her, and said "I'm surprised she didn't tell you
that you smelled good enough to eat."

Marlyn got a mildly confused look on her face, and I went on to
explain the joke - when she got it, she blushed furiously, but
grinned.

She set the tray on the nightstand, then climbed back onto my lap
to take the same position she'd been in before. She didn't
hesitate to put her legs on either side of mine, and I could feel
the touch of her mons against my penis - and knew that she could
feel ME, in return.

For perhaps a half hour or more, we sat there - with Marlyn doing
most of the talking as she told me about her childhood, and what
it was like for her growing up.

As she talked, she got more and more animated; her increased
movement on my lap, coupled with my recovery from the climax
she'd given me, started my penis growing again.

When I had gotten large enough, she noticed the increased
pressure against her mons. She looked down to see what was
happening, and then looked back up at me with a wide grin on her
face before saying "You are ready?"

"Not quite - but close." I answered.

She got a mischievous gleam in her eye, and said "I will be the
one to do that!" before moving to turn around on my lap and
scooting back toward my feet. I felt her breasts pressing against
my thighs even as she wrapped her hand around my stiffening
penis. Lifting it up, she didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around
the head and start gently sucking on me.

I watched her for several moments, and saw her pleased smile when
I finally said "I want to touch you, too."

She didn't delay in pivoting herself around where my penis was
buried in her mouth; bringing her small, tight ass within my
reach.

I reached out to cup one of her ass cheeks in my hand, marveling
at how smooth and firm it was before I traced a line down to
start softly caressing the insides of her thighs. When she felt
my touch getting closer to where her vaginal lips were clearly
visible to me, she readily moved her knees apart to give me room
to start slowly stroking the cleft of her sex.

As before, I ran my fingertip between her vaginal lips to collect
some of her lubrication - then moved on to caressing her
clitoris. At my touch, she spread her legs even farther apart; I
could easily see that her labia were getting longer and thicker
as I drew gentle circles around her nubbin. In only a couple of
minutes, it was obvious that she was fully aroused: her vaginal
lips were fully extended and parted slightly around the entrance
to her womanhood.

The area between her inner lips was glistening slightly with her
essence; when she started a slow, almost involuntary hunching of
her hips, I thought that it was finally time to explore the last
part of her that I didn't know: her vagina.

Moving slowly and carefully, I started moving my finger through
her cleft, letting it brush *ever* so slightly across her opening
before moving on. I repeated my actions several more times, and
with each pass across the entrance of her female core, I pressed
marginally harder against it. There finally came the time when I
simply laid my hand along the length of her mons before curling
my finger to place the tip of it at her opening. I pressed
against it, firmly but gently, letting her know what I wanted to
do; but doing so in such a way that she would have time to stop
me if she wished, and making it clear to her that I was not going
to hurt her.

When she felt it, she released my saliva-shiny erection from her
lips to turn her head and tell me "It's okay, Dan. You can do
that."

Still, I watched her carefully as I took my finger - thoroughly
wetted with her oils - and gently twisted it as I eased my way
past the tight ring of her entrance. I could tell that she was
slightly nervous, and as soon as I knew I was a little way inside
her, I stopped. I waited a few seconds to make sure she was still
okay with what I was doing, before easing my finger out of her a
bit to make sure it stayed wet with her oils. Then I pressed it
into her a little farther, as far as my first knuckle, and
stopped again. Another wait, back out a bit, then in again. Just
before I got as far as my second knuckle, I felt the ring of
tissue that made up her maidenhead - and I immediately stopped
again before asking her "Are you okay?"

She nodded, and said "That was my hymen, yes? I could feel it
when you touched it - like a small pressure, but nothing more."

"Yes, that was it. You didn't feel any pain?"

"Oh, no, you were very careful! It feels strange to have
something in me like that - but it feels good, too."

"If you want, I can try to find out if it will be difficult for
you to have me inside you the first time. Or I can just leave it
alone, and only have my finger in you this much. It is up to
you." I told her.

"If you think it will help, then you can do that. I know you will
not hurt me."

"I will not hurt you on purpose - but if it hurts you even a
little bit, I will stop."

She smiled at me and said "I know" before turning back to take me
into her mouth again.

I wasn't about to violate the trust that she was showing me, and
took the time to make sure that my finger was well-coated with
her juices before daring to begin my investigations.

She was hot inside - incredibly hot. Compared to how cool her
skin felt, she was almost a blast furnace inside. And amazingly,
wondrously tight. I'd barely been able to get my finger past the
phenomenally tight ring of her entrance; what lay behind it was
barely any larger. Had she not been as wet as she was inside, I
know that there wouldn't have been any way for me to do what I
was. I knew that if I didn't do _something_ to loosen her up a
bit inside - and stretch her opening a little - there was no way
she was going to be able to take me inside, no matter HOW close I
was to being of average size.

But the first order of business was to find out how much trouble
we would have getting past her hymen.

To help loosen her up a bit, and make further explorations
easier, I slowly and gently slid my finger in and out of her
several times - getting it thoroughly wetted with her
lubrication. As I did, I could also feel her relaxing slightly
around my digit, stretching to adjust to this new presence in
such an intimate area. Her only reaction to all of this was to
pause a few times to moan softly as she slid her lips up and down
my manhood.

Only when I could move my finger relatively easily did I press
into her far enough to come into contact with her maidenhead. She
didn't show any trace of fear or nervousness - she really did
trust me not to hurt her. I couldn't even feel what her lips and
tongue were doing to my erection: all of my attention was on the
end of my finger as I carefully and gently probed at the very
essence of her virginity.

I gently and _carefully_ examined and tested her hymen with my
finger - and finally concluded that it was still soft and thin
enough not to present TOO much of a barrier, if she really did
want to experience everything about making love.

After reaching that decision, I spent the next several minutes
trying to get her ready to have me inside her, if that was what
she wanted. When I was able to move my middle finger in her with
ease, I expanded my efforts to use my ring and little fingers -
those two together not being too much larger. By the time she was
able to take those two fingers easily, she was moaning almost
constantly from the stimulation; when she felt me remove them,
she released my penis from her mouth before turning to sit up
next to me.

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she reached to take hold of my
hand and lift it to her face - where she promptly started sucking
on the fingers that had been inside her, cleaning them of her
juices. When she was done, she released my hand to say "Masarap!"
(delicious), a big grin on her face. I grinned back as she swung
one leg over me, and sat facing me on my lap - my erection
pressed firmly (!) against her mons. Pulling my hands up to cover
her breasts, she looked deep into my eyes and said "This has all
been very nice, and makes me feel *very* good. But there is one
more thing, and I want to know THAT, too. Will you make love with
me?"

I ran my thumbs over her nipples one more time before putting my
hands on her hips and telling her "Marlyn, I would be happy to
make LOVE with you. But I want to remind you that you can still
tell me to stop, at any time, and I will."

She blinked at that, and after a moment said "Yes, I think you
would. But you won't have to. Now I know what it is that I have
been waiting for: you. I *want* to do this now, even more than
before - because I know that you will be patient and gentle with
me. I could feel you inside me, and I think _maybe_ it will still
hurt - but only a little bit; and I know that you will show me
pleasure when the pain is gone."

With that, she leaned forward to hug me, and I hugged her in
return. When it was over, she leaned back again, and asked "What
do we do now?"

"We make love, if you want."

"I want!" she declared.

I smiled at her enthusiasm, and explained what I wanted to do.
She nodded happily, and moved off my lap to position herself on
her hands and knees, looking back at me. I couldn't help but
pause a few seconds to admire this new view of her, before
getting to my knees and moving behind her.

Holding my erect, and still slick, penis in my hand, I moved
forward to position it at her entrance before sliding the head
between her labia to wet it some more with her hot oils. When I
was sure that I was wet enough with her juices, I rested the head
between her vaginal lips, pressing slightly against the entrance
to her vagina. I put one hand on her hip, giving it a caress,
before I started pressing my hips forward.

I could *feel* it as she consciously tried to relax her opening.
Millimeter by millimeter, I could see as the glans of my erection
disappeared between her labia. After a few seconds, I suddenly
felt myself pop through, and immediately stopped - before Marlyn
even had time to gasp her surprise at my invasion.

Even with the effort I'd put into stretching and loosening her
before, she was still *tight* - not just where the ring of her
entrance muscles were clamped down behind my glans, but inside,
as well. She was so tight around me, it was almost painful - so I
was more than happy to give her as much time as she wanted to get
used to my presence, and to stretch around me.

I could hear her panting as she tried to get used to having even
that much of me inside her. It was easily a couple of minutes
before I heard her breathing slow and felt her loosen around me
*ever* so slightly. Another couple of minutes, and I could feel
that she had stretched enough to make further action possible -
but I continued to wait for her to let me know that SHE was
ready.

A little longer, and I finally heard her say "Okay. I am ready."

One hand still on her hip, I used the other to keep myself `on
track' as I pushed myself into her a little more - perhaps an
inch, before I thought I should stop again. Again, I could hear
her panting as she let herself get used to my additional
presence. This time, the recovery didn't take as long, and she
simply told me "Okay."

I eased myself out of her until only the head of my erection was
inside her. I paused a few seconds, and then pressed myself back
into her, slowly, for about half of the previous gain. I stopped,
and backed out again; I was not only making sure I stayed
well-lubricated with her wetness, but making sure that she was
completely used to having me in her as far as I was before I
tried to go any deeper in her.

A couple of cycles of that, and I pushed myself into her a little
farther - only to run into the obstruction of her hymen. Of
course, I immediately stopped, waiting to see if I'd caused her
any pain or discomfort. When she didn't say anything, I repeated
the previous cycle: backing out of her until only my glans was
inside her, then pushing in to gently bump her hymen.

After perhaps a dozen such strokes, I pressed in again and bumped
against her maidenhead - and then on past it for perhaps half an
inch. When it happened, Marlyn gave out a small squeak, but
didn't try to move away from me. I held myself still inside her,
and leaned over her to ask "Marlyn, are you okay? Does it hurt,
or do you want me to stop?"

She drew in a ragged breath, and answered "Yes, I'm okay. It hurt
a little bit, but just for a second. It's okay now, really."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Her vehement reply was "NO!", and then a bit softer, "No, you
don't have to stop. Just hold still for a little bit."

I did as she told me - except that I reached forward to put my
hands on her shoulders and give them a brief massage to help
relax her. When I felt the tension leave her muscles, I started
caressing her - back, sides, hips, the outsides of her thighs,
anyplace I could reach.

Perhaps a minute later, I felt her press herself back against me
- in apparent invitation to continue. I eased myself out of her -
I saw the traces of blood on my penis - and slid myself into her
again. Over the next couple of minutes, I repeated the pattern,
and each time I entered her, it was a little deeper, and a little
more easily. Sooner than I'd have expected, I felt myself `bottom
out' in her - the head of my erection was pressing against the
deepest part of her vagina, filling her _completely_. There was
still a little bit of me that wasn't inside her; but I knew that
when she'd stretched a little more, I would have my entire length
in her; her woman's sheath would completely cover my male sword.

A couple more slow, gentle strokes, and it happened: the last of
my manhood disappeared inside her, even though I could still feel
the deepest part of her touching the end of my erection.

When that happened, she raised her head and turned it to look at
me with a smile of absolute radiance. It took her a couple of
tries, but she was finally able to speak, telling me "It... it
feels so *good*! I feel so FULL - like there was something
missing from me, and now I have it!"

With that kind of reaction from her, there wasn't anything else
for me to do - but to empty, then fill, her again. As I did, I
could see on her face how much pleasure I was bringing her with
that one, simple act. I was so inspired by what I saw that I did
it again. And again. And again.

It didn't take long before I was pistoning in and out of her in a
slow, steady rhythm that was clearly bringing her more pleasure
than she'd ever experienced before. She quickly developed an
aroused blush that started in her face, but soon spread to
include her shoulders, and from where I could see them, the tops
of her breasts as well. As her arousal grew, so did her passion
and pleasure. In only a few minutes, she was moaning her pleasure
between gasps for breath. After a bit, I leaned forward to cup
her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight shift in response
to my thrusts - her nipples would drag across my palms, making
them harder and harder as the sensation increased her excitement.
When my back started to tire, I released them to straighten up
again; when I did, I heard her disappointed groan before she used
one hand to replace one of mine on her breast.

Looking down between us, I could still see traces of blood from
the loss of her virginity - but I could also see ample liquid
evidence of her arousal and excitement: she was wet enough that
not only was I thoroughly coated, but the excess had gone on to
coat her labia before our contact spread them even further to
saturate my pubic hair and give her entire crotch and pelvis a
glaze. I watched as her vaginal lips alternately stretched and
disappeared in response to my movements in and out of her - they
would clasp at me as I withdrew, only to be tucked back in with
each inward movement of my penis.

In the rare, brief silences between her impassioned cries, I
could hear the liquid sounds of our union - with my added
presence in her, she'd gotten even wetter inside, and I could
hear the squishing noises as I moved in and out of her. She was
still incredibly hot inside, but had stretched enough that she
took my presence readily - from being nearly painfully tight at
first, she was now `only' amazingly, wonderfully tight around me.
If anything, she felt so good around me that she was bringing
_me_ far more pleasure than I'd expected - I didn't want this to
end too quickly, and knew that if I didn't do *something*, it
would.

I leaned forward slightly, and reached around her to where we
were joined. There, I quickly and easily found her erect and
slippery clitoris, and began to softly rub it in time with my
thrusts in her. That brought about the anticipated reaction: in
only a couple of minutes, her cries and breathing had escalated
dramatically; from the way her vagina was clasping at me, I knew
that her orgasm wasn't far off. A minute or so later, her vagina
suddenly clamped down on me as she released what could only be
described as a scream when her climax hit. I could feel how she
tightened down on me all along my length in a single action; a
few seconds passed, and she just as suddenly released me - only
to repeat the cycle (minus the scream, thankfully) a second
later. A few seconds, and she relaxed again, a brief pause, then
another wave of it would overwhelm her. Several more times, we
went through the process; each time, it was a bit milder than the
time before; but there was never any doubt that she was having an
orgasm; a BIG one.

After several such exhausting spasms, Marlyn finally started to
collapse onto the bed. I caught her, and carefully guided her
down to make sure she didn't get hurt, and that she would be
comfortable. Keeping myself over her on my elbows and knees, I
was a kind of `living blanket' for her while she got her senses
back. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to have `lost it' like she
had before - I could see that she was awake and alert, if
somewhat exhausted from the experience.

It was a couple of minutes before she really got her breath back;
when she did, she realized that she was thirsty, again. She
started to move under me, and suddenly realized that I was still
hard, and still inside her. Her eyes turned the size of saucers
before she turned to look at me and ask "You're still like that?
You didn't... shoot?"

I kissed her cheek, and told her "Yes, I'm still like that, as
you noticed. No, I didn't shoot."

"Why not? Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, no, you did everything just fine. I didn't shoot for a
couple of reasons. First, you already helped me have a climax;
that makes it easier for a man to wait before he has another one.
Second, I wanted to wait before I climaxed again - I thought that
you might want to make love some more. You seemed to like what we
were doing, so I thought you would want to do it some more."

She just looked at me in a mixture of awe and gratitude before
saying "You can do that? Wait to have climax?"

"Yes, a little bit. It's easier when I've already had one, like I
said."

"And you thought that I would want to make love more, and you did
that for me?"

"Of course" I answered, surprised.

She started to cry, then, and there wasn't anything for me to do
but ease myself out of her - she shuddered as I did - and lay on
my side so she could hold me as she cried.

When it was down to sniffles and hiccups, she pulled away from me
a bit. I told her "Wait here - I'll be right back", and got up to
head for the bathroom.

I came out a minute later with a couple of hand towels and a
warm, damp washcloth. I handed one of the towels to her, and then
started to use the damp washcloth to clean the mixture of blood
and vaginal lubrication off her. It took her a couple seconds to
react; when she did, she tried to sit up and take it away from
me, saying "I will be the one!"

I gently eased her back, saying "No, *I* will."

She started to object, but when I didn't pay any noticeable
attention to her as I continued cleaning her off, she settled
down again. When I was done with her, I just as gently and
carefully went about drying her off. When I was finished, I took
the towel and washcloth into the bathroom, and after rinsing the
cloth out, used it to clean myself, as well.

Back out in the bedroom, she watched as I made my way to the bed.
When I was lying next to her again, she just lay there looking at
me for several seconds.

I finally asked her "What is it?" and she answered "You are a
very different man than the ones I have known before."

"How is that?"

"There isn't a man in my country that would do for a woman what
you just did for me. Yes, they would take her virginity - but
they would brag to all their friends about it, and not worry
about HER. Even the men I heard about here would be more than
happy to make love with a woman, but they would not care whether
she felt pleasure, too, as you did with me. And they would
DEFINITELY not try to wait for their own climax because they
thought she would want to make love some more. I think that you
are a very special man, Dan - here as much as the Philippines."

With that, she started to cry again, and I pulled her close to
hold her as she sobbed into my shoulder. When she'd slowed down
again, I asked her "What was that about?"

"I was thinking about all of my friends, and how all of them were
hurt so much the first time they made love - and how you were so
gentle with me. How almost none of them say that they LIKE to
make love; they think that it is only something that a wife must
do for her husband. They don't know the pleasure they can have
from it. I am so sad for them - in this one night, I have had
more pleasure with you than all of them have had during their
entire marriage!"

There wasn't anything for me to say in response; all I could do
was give her a hug, and hold her closer as she cried out her
sadness about her friends.

It took a few minutes, but she finally got her sadness cried out.
When she'd dried her eyes and blown her nose, she got up to put
the hand towel in the bathroom laundry hamper to be washed. When
she got close to the bed again, she said "You were right - I *do*
want to make love more" before pointedly looking at my semi-erect
penis.

I grinned, and told her "I don't know if it is broken, or not. Is
there anything you can do with it?"

She grinned broadly in return, and said "I think I can fix it!"

And she did, too.

First, she took it in her hand and gave it a few gentle squeezes
before stroking it slightly. The response to her actions
convinced her that my penis was, in fact, still functional. A few
more strokes, and I was almost fully erect; when she got me to
that point, she quickly leaned over to take me into her mouth and
start a soft sucking as she used her tongue to caress the
underside of the head.

In only a minute or so, she had me fully erect; I was glistening
with her saliva when she finally released me from between her
lips. When I reached for her, she willingly let me guide her to
lie on her back. Then I moved over her so the two of us could
share a kiss before I started to again kiss my way down her body.
She spread her legs to make room for me when it was clear that I
was working my way to her pelvis. When my body was between her
thighs, she spread her legs even more before lifting her knees to
open herself to me completely.

Looking at her, I could see that the area between her vaginal
lips was still wet with her juices, though her clitoris was
hiding under its hood. I let my head drop, so that I could put my
mouth over as much of her opening as I could before I extended my
tongue to press against her opening. She gasped her pleasure as
she felt it slip between her labia and ease its way into her
vagina; she welcomed my penetration by raising her hips and
tilting her pelvis as she tried to fill herself with as much of
my tongue as she could. It took only a few moments before I could
feel her wetness increasing as she was taken over by her arousal
at what I was doing to her.

When she started a slow thrusting with her hips, I knew she
wanted more - but to make sure that she was ready, I moved my
attentions to her clitoris. Taking her erecting nubbin between my
lips, I softly sucked on it as I circled it with my tongue with a
gentle pressure. In less than a minute, she was again moaning and
gasping her pleasure and arousal. I continued what I was doing,
though, until I heard her impassioned "Please! I want you in me
again!"

Ever the gentleman, I did as she asked: releasing her from my
mouth, I raised my body enough that I was able to move myself
over her again. She kept her legs parted as I moved, so that she
was ready for me when we both felt my still-slick erection
resting against her mons. She reached between us to take my
erection in her hand, and slide the head between her vaginal lips
a couple of times, coating it with her ample lubrication before
she positioned me at the opening to her vagina.

Somehow, she managed to spread her legs a little more before
tilting her pelvis up; her actions were enough to wedge the knob
of my penis against her entrance. Looking up at me, she said
"Please - make love to me again."

I gently hunched my hips, and felt it as I slipped into her
again. With a few back-and-forth strokes to make sure her
lubrication was well distributed, it wasn't long before I was
again buried in her - and could again fell the deepest part of
her touching the end of my penis.

I started with a slow, gentle movement in and out of her, letting
perhaps half my length slide free of her before moving to fill
her again. She was still deliciously hot and tight inside, and
her ample supply of feminine oil was more than sufficient to make
our love-making easy. Over the next couple of minutes, I
maintained the pace of my actions in her, but gradually increased
the length of my strokes until nearly my entire length was
sliding in and out of her.

When I would pause to let the head of my erection slip back and
forth through her tight opening, she would moan her frustration,
and try to arch her hips up to recapture me - but I would move
with her, and continue my teasing for a few more moments before
filling her again in a single, rapid thrust that always brought a
deep groan of satisfaction from her.

A few more minutes, and I could see that she was starting to get
a little tired from holding her legs open for me. Her eyes opened
to look at me when I paused in our lovemaking, but she understood
why I'd stopped when I moved to put my arms behind her knees to
hold her legs up and open. She smiled her appreciation, then
closed her eyes and started moaning again when I again started
pistoning in and out of her. With the slight change in her
position, I was entering her at a slightly different angle - and
able to penetrate her deeply enough that my pubic bone would bump
against her clitoris with each of my thrusts. It didn't take much
of that before her head was tossing back and forth as she started
muttering unintelligible - but obviously passionate - Tagalog
again.

Knowing how aroused she'd gotten when I sucked on her breasts,
and how she'd responded when I'd stimulated her clitoris while we
were making love, it was inevitable that I would try a different
combination. Lowering my head, I took one of her nipples in my
mouth and started sucking on it; when I did, she nearly went wild
underneath me: hunching her hips toward me, her head whipping
back and forth, and the increased volume of her voice as she
continued announcing her pleasure and arousal.

Even when all I did was softly suck on her breasts, she enjoyed
what I was doing - but when my attention was on her nipples, and
particularly when I was sucking on them, it was clear that *that*
was what she liked best. As I was switching back and forth
between her nipples, giving each of them a thorough cleaning and
nursing at them, I was surprised to feel Marlyn's vagina start
clasping at me again as she got closer and closer to another
orgasm.

Figuring "what the hell...", I just kept going: maintaining a
steady pistoning in and out of her as I continued to suck on her
nipples, and softly bite at her puckered areolas. A couple
minutes later, I wasn't surprised when she suddenly clamped down
on me again as she released a long, loud cry of release. By that
time, she had stretched enough inside that I was able to keep
thrusting in her as I continued sucking on her nipples -
apparently making her climax that much stronger, and drawing it
out even longer as she gasped and shuddered and moaned her way
through it.

As her climax tapered off, I slowed my movement in her - but
didn't stop it. After what turned out to be the last of her
spasms passed through her, her eyes suddenly flew open as she
looked up at me in surprise.

"You didn't climax?" she asked, concerned.

"No, not yet. But next time, I think." I answered.

"You... you aren't unhappy with me?"

I smiled in reassurance, and told her "No, not even a little bit.
You make me feel VERY happy. I like to make love with you like
this, and I wanted to do it some more, so I waited is all."

Comforted that she wasn't doing anything wrong - and was actually
pleasing me - she closed her eyes again as she enjoyed feeling me
inside her.

I was starting to feel a little warm and tired; a drop of sweat
trickled off my face and landed squarely between her breasts. She
opened her eyes at the sensation, and looked up to see what had
caused it. When she saw that I was hot and sweating a little, she
quickly reached up to wipe the sweat from my face - and went on
to see that I was getting tired, as well.

"You said that we could make love with me on top of you?" she
asked.

"Yes, that is one way." I answered.

She smiled, and said "I think I have made you tired. You lay
down, and we will make love that way, now."

I lowered my head so the two of us could share a kiss before I
pulled myself free of her. As I did, I could feel her pelvis rise
up as she tried to keep me inside her for as long as she could.

When I was able to move, she guided me to lay down on my back,
then quickly moved to lie on top of me with a leg on each side of
me. A little adjustment of her position, and she reached between
us again to lift my erection so that the end of it rested against
her opening. Pressing back, she readily took me inside again;
easing herself backwards a bit, she soon had herself wrapped
around my erection as she lay on top of me. She lifted her body
to support herself with her arms, and started a slow rocking
motion that easily moved her up and down my erection. Satisfied
that she was doing it properly, she lowered her body slightly so
that her erect nipples dragged across my chest as she moved.
After a couple of minutes of this, she experimented a little
more, and found that if she arched and straightened her back, she
could move herself on me while keeping her head steady - allowing
us to kiss as we made love.

It also brought her breast within reach; I cupped them in my
hands, feeling their delightful weight as I ran my thumbs over
her hard nipples.

After a while, she raised up again, sitting straight over me as
she raised and lowered herself on my stiff member. I looked
between us, watching as the core of her womanhood alternately hid
and revealed my manhood. She leaned forward slightly, to brace
herself with her hands on my chest. That left me free to caress
as much of her body as I could reach while I watch her breasts as
they swayed in slow counterpoint to her self-impalement.

Over the next several minutes, Marlyn gradually sped up the pace
with which she was moving over me - and the force, as well. It
wasn't long before I heard a frustrated whimper from her when she
tried to take my entire length inside her again. I had felt a few
of the fluttering sensations she made, and knew that she was
getting close to her climax. The increased force and speed that
she was using as she moved over me were having an effect on me,
too - so I was more than willing to help her with her problem.

I put my hands on her hips to slow her down, and then stop her.
When she looked at me, I told her "You aren't in a good position
for that. If you will get on your feet and squat over me, I think
you will be able to do what you want."

She nodded her understanding, and put her weight on her arms as
she carefully - so as to not pull free of me - moved to get her
legs under her. That left her squatting over me, as I'd
suggested, and she was easily able to lower herself far enough to
get all of me inside her again. She got a delighted smile on her
face when she felt me completely filling her again, and seemed
even more pleased when she found out that the new position also
let her raise and lower herself onto me more quickly, as well. In
less than a minute, she was moving on me even faster than she had
been before - and I could feel it as the fluttering of her vagina
increased, as well.

It was only a few minutes more before I felt my balls tighten up
- the combination of how she was moving on me, the way her vagina
felt around me,  and the feeling of `bottoming out' in her with
every stroke finally combined to bring me to the edge of release.
A few more seconds, and I knew it was going to happen; I gasped
out "I'm going to do it!" as she was lifting herself off of me.
When she lowered herself again, it happened - the first pulse of
my hot semen jetted out the end of my erection to immediately
wash the depths of her womanhood. I knew she could feel it when
her eyes flew open, and she got a distant stare on her face that
was focused on a point about ten light years into space.

Even as I was flooding the deepest part of her with the second
spurt of my seed, I felt her tighten around me as she cried out
the arrival of her own release. I was already in her as far as I
could go, but she still pressed herself down on me, trying to get
as much of me inside her as she could while I continued to fill
her with my jism. I couldn't stop myself from reaching up to
squeeze her breasts and firmly pinch her nipples while she
continued to cry out with each wave of her climax.

I was the first to finish, and I could feel our mixed juices
being forced out around my still-erect penis by the clenching of
her vagina. Only when the duration and frequency of her spasms
dropped off did she finally come back to our planet long enough
to all but collapse on top of me with my erection still buried in
her. Even then, there were still a few more flutters that passed
through her - but they were aftershocks from the main event.

Her head was resting on my chest, and I could feel her breath on
my sparse chest hairs as she panted her way back from her
release. Both of us were covered in a thin film of perspiration,
and the gentle air currents from the ventilation system helped
cool us from our exertions - doing more for Marlyn, than me,
because of her position on top of me.

After a couple of minutes, I could feel that Marlyn's breathing
had slowed and stabilized, so I wasn't surprised when she finally
moved. What did surprise me, though, was the ferocity of her hug
when she tried to wrap her arms around me, and the frequency of
the kisses that she applied to my face and head and chest and
shoulders. I was even more surprised, though, when I felt what
could only be her hot tears splashing onto my chest when she
rested her head on it again.

I gently rubbed her back as I asked her "Marlyn? Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes!" was her happy reply.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because I'm so happy! Because you made me feel so *good*!"

I understood then. Not that I actually understood _why_ any
better than the myriad of times that Kelly had cried because she
was happy; but knowing that they were tears of happiness - that,
I could deal with. So I just continued to rub her back and hold
her as she cried.

After a bit, the tears stopped, and I felt her reach up to push
away the small puddle of them that had developed on my chest as
she laughed. When she did that, I hugged her gently, and gave her
a soft kiss on top of the head. She tilted her head back to look
at me, and I took the opportunity to kiss her again, on her
little button of a nose. She smiled, and let her head tilt
forward again, content for us to be laying there as we held each
other.

It wasn't until my penis shrank enough to pull free of her -
releasing a small flood of our combined fluids - the she moved
again: giving a small start when she felt it starting to happen,
she tried to get off of me. I put my arms around her and held her
steady, telling her "its okay, Marlyn. That's what happens. It
doesn't bother me, if it doesn't bother you."

She relaxed against me again for a little while, but eventually
pushed herself up again, apologetically telling me "It is making
me feel cold, and sticky."

I smiled and told her "If it's making you uncomfortable, then go
ahead. Do you want me to do anything to help?"

She shook her head, saying "No, I can do it. You stay there."

She quickly made her way to the bathroom, reappearing a little
later with an obviously damp washcloth and a towel. The first
thing she did was to wipe ME off, then - without hesitation or
shyness - cleaning herself between her thighs. When she was done,
she again took care of me before drying herself and taking the
towel and washcloth back into the bathroom.

When she came back, she seemed uncertain about lying on top of me
again; I simply raised my arm to indicate that she was certainly
welcome to lie next to me if she wanted. She did, and happily lay
on her side to snuggle next to me - her head on my shoulder, one
leg across mine, and her arm on my chest. I had an arm wrapped
around her, and softly caressed her from hip to shoulder as she
all but purred in response.

We lay like that for quite some time. Only when I felt Marlyn
shiver slightly did I realize just how long we'd been there. When
I suggested a shower, Marlyn readily agreed - and welcomed my
offer to join her. She looked hesitant for a moment, and I told
her to go ahead and use the bathroom first; I'd join her in a
little bit. She smiled shyly, and climbed over me to make her way
to the bathroom. When she'd closed the door behind her, I got up
and changed the sheets on her bed - I didn't think she'd be
sleeping there that night, but didn't want to leave a mess for
her, either.

When I was done, I knocked at the door, and heard Marlyn's
muffled "It's okay". I went in to find that she'd already gotten
into the shower - it had taken her all of two days to get spoiled
by having *hot* water for bathing. I emptied my bladder, and
opened the shower door to join her. Together, we had plenty of
friendly play as we got each other cleaned off, and dried.

When we got out of the bathroom, Marlyn saw that I'd changed the
sheets for her, and gave me a hug before thanking me with her
eyes. She started to put on her panties, but when she saw that
all I did was collect my clothes, she took them back off again. I
told her "I'm just going to put these away; I'll be back in just
a moment", and she nodded her agreement before bending over to
pick up her own things.

A minute or so later, I gently knocked at her door, and she
opened it to join me as we both headed - naked, and unashamed -
for the den. When we got there, Kelly was sitting on the couch,
watching television. When she saw us, she just smiled broadly at
Marlyn as Marlyn blushed slightly. Kelly got up, and asked if we
were hungry or thirsty; Marlyn allowed that she was a little
hungry, and I confessed to thirst. Kelly said she'd take care of
it, and headed for the kitchen - AFTER guiding Marlyn to sit on
my lap on the couch and giving her a kiss.

When she got back, Kelly had a bagel with cream cheese for Marlyn
and a Coke for me. She waited patiently as Marlyn got herself
wrapped around the food. When Marlyn finally wiped the last trace
of cream cheese from her lips, Kelly teased her by saying "I'm
going to trust that you had a good time - I could hear it clear
in here!"

Marlyn blushed furiously, and started to say something, but Kelly
interrupted her to say "No, its okay, Marlyn. I was just teasing
you. I'm *glad* that you felt so good while you were with him,
and that he was able to make you feel that way."

Marlyn looked at her, and said "I'm glad - because he DID make me
feel SO good. He was kind and gentle and patient with me, and he
made me feel so happy while I was with him. I did not know that
it could FEEL like that to be with a man! I cried, I was so happy
with how I felt; when we were... finished, he made me feel so
good when he just held me, and touched me like he cares about
me."

Kelly smiled, and told her "That's because he *does* care about
you - just like I do, and all the rest of us. You are our
_friend_, and we love you. That's all that really matters tous."

Marlyn seemed content with that for the moment, and didn't even
seem to notice what she was doing when she leaned against my
chest and pulled my arms around her - at least, not until she saw
Kelly's amused smile, and realized what she'd just done. Before
she could move or speak, Kelly leaned over to give her a kiss,
and say "That's fine, Marlyn. You're welcome to have him hold you
as much as you want."

When Kelly went back to watching television, Marlyn tilted her
head back to look at me. I just smiled and nodded in agreement
with Kelly; that seemed to be all she needed for reassurance, and
she gave a contented sigh as she leaned against me again.

It was a couple of hours later when Marlyn eased herself off my
lap to go stand next to Kelly. When Kelly looked up at her,
Marlyn asked "Kelly, is it okay if I sit on your lap, too?"

Kelly assured her that she was most welcome, and opened her arms
in welcome to Marlyn. Marlyn hesitantly sat down, and Kelly
didn't delay in giving her a hug and kiss. Kelly could see as
well as I did that Marlyn was a trifle nervous about being in
such close contact with another woman, and after her initial
greeting, didn't do anything else to Marlyn. It took a little
while, but Marlyn finally realized that Kelly was going to treat
her the same way *I* had - by letting Marlyn move at whatever
pace she was comfortable with, and not trying to push her in
_any_ way.

With that realization, Marlyn finally took the initiative, and
kissed Kelly during a commercial. Kelly, of course, kissed her
back - and from what I could see, with only the same feelings
that Marlyn was kissing her. A little later, Marlyn kissed her
again, with a little more passion - which Kelly returned.

After a bit, I heard Marlyn tell Kelly "You have such beautiful
breasts."

Kelly's response was to thank her, and say "I think that yours
are, too."

Marlyn looked doubtful, and said "I think they are too small,
sometimes."

I saw Kelly smile as she told Marlyn "No, I think they are just
the right size - for YOU. If you had larger breasts, you would
not be as pretty as you are; right now, you have just the RIGHT
shape."

Marlyn didn't seem too sure about that, and Kelly turned to me to
ask "Dan, do you think Marlyn's breasts are too small?"

I looked over at Marlyn, and asked "Why? Don't they fit?" -
making her laugh at the joke.

Kelly laughed, too, and told her "He said something like that to
Jan, and even me, when we asked him questions like that. It's his
way of telling you that what you have is what you have - and that
it's right for YOU _because_ that's what you have. May I?" - the
last with her hand over Marlyn's breast. Marlyn slowly nodded her
acceptance, and Kelly cupped her breast, feeling its weight and
firmness before saying "I think your breasts are just fine. If
they were smaller, there would not be enough of them to enjoy
this much. If they were larger, they would sag down. They are
firm and soft at the same time - just right."

Kelly didn't remove her hand, and Marlyn looked up at her
questioningly. Kelly nodded in response, and Marlyn put her hand
on Kelly's breast in return - feeling its size and weight and
texture, much as Kelly had done with her.

Hesitantly, Marlyn told her "I... I have never touched another
woman's breast like this. I mean, I touched them while I was a
nurse, but that was different. This is more... personal."

Kelly smiled, and told her "You don't have to be afraid to touch
me. I know that I am pretty, and that I have a nice shape. If you
want to touch me _anywhere_, you are welcome to. I know that I
would like to be able to touch, you, too."

With that, the two of them shared a Look - one that made it clear
to Marlyn that Kelly was inviting her to be as intimate as she
wanted; and that Kelly was happy with the idea of doing thesame.

Shyly, Marlyn said "When we were telling Marilyn about sex, and
showing her about a woman's parts, I was surprised to see how
much hair you and Robyn had - there, between your legs. It's so
much more than I have, and even more than almost all of the
Filipinas I know."

Kelly eased Marlyn off her lap long enough to stand up and remove
her panties before sitting down again. Seated, she turned to face
Marlyn, and said "What I have, and what Robyn has, isn't a lot in
this country. When we were all still going to school, we had to
take physical education - gym - and at the end of the class, all
of us had to take showers together. We saw all of the other girls
in our classes, too - some of them had only a little bit of hair,
like you do. Other ones had a LOT of hair - it looked like they
had little hairy animals between their legs!" - that last making
Marlyn smile.

Kelly went on to tell her "If you want, any one of us would be
happy to let you look at us naked, so you can see that you don't
have to be concerned about how you look. Every one of us has
different breasts and nipples, and different hair than the others
- we're even different in how we look between our legs. But like
Dan has told us: we have all the right parts in all the right
places, so nothing else really matters. You heard about the
nightgown contest we had for Dan, right?"

Marlyn looked over at me, then turned back to Kelly and nodded.
Kelly told her "You know we tried *very* hard to make him crazy,
but it didn't work - he is too much of a gentleman. But when it
was over, he told us something that I have always remembered."

Marlyn looked at her in anticipation, and Kelly went on "He told
us `I can promise you that for each and every one of you, there
is a guy somewhere that thinks you look absolutely perfect, and
even more that think you look pretty good, and even more that
think you look just fine, as part of one or more of the groups
that they find attractive'. That was after he told us that there
are guys that are attracted to different sizes and shapes of
breasts, pubic hair, butts, and all that other stuff. So there is
NO reason for you to be worried about how you look."

With that, Kelly leaned forward again to give Marlyn a kiss - one
that Marlyn willingly returned - and escalated when she put her
hand on Kelly's breast again before moving it up to start teasing
Kelly's nipple. Kelly responded in kind, and in short order, each
of them had both hands on the other's breasts as their kiss
deepened and lengthened.

When they finally parted, both were panting slightly; and from
what I could see, I was willing to bet that there were not just
one, but TWO sets of erect female nipples on the couch.

Kelly took Marlyn's hand, and asked "Would you like to continue
this? Maybe someplace more private?"

Marlyn turned to look at me; I just smiled and nodded my
encouragement before she turned back to Kelly and said "Yes. I
think I would like that."

As they passed, both leaned over to give me a goodnight kiss, and
got a pat on the butt in return before they made their way down
the hall.

I stayed there in the den, watching TV, to give them as much time
as they wanted. It was perhaps half an hour later when Mabel let
me know that someone was at the door. I checked the camera, and
saw that it was Robyn - in uniform. I quickly went to let her in,
and then led her to the den.

Once both of us were seated, I asked her what brought her by so
late. She told me that they'd had a murder right before she went
off shift, and that she just needed some company for a little
while. I quickly moved to sit next to her, and took her in my
arms, holding her as she started crying into my shoulder in deep,
wracking sobs. Despite the handle of her revolver poking me, I
continued to hold her, rubbing her back and softly speaking words
of consolation as she cried. When she'd gotten most of it out of
her system, she pulled back from me. I patted her hand, and told
her "Sit for a minute. I'm going to get something to calm you
down." She nodded, and I went into the kitchen to mix her a stiff
drink. When I got back to the living room, Cat had made an
appearance, parking herself on Robyn's lap - purring loudly as
Robyn softly petted her. I handed Robyn her drink, and she took
half of it in a single swallow - then gasped when she realized
just how strong I'd made it.

After a bit, I asked her if she'd like to stay the night. She
looked around, and realized that Kelly wasn't with us. She looked
at me quizzically, and asked "Where's Kelly?"

I simply answered "With Marlyn."

It took her a few seconds, but Robyn finally got the implication,
and asked in a surprised tone "Kelly? And *Marlyn*?"

"She decided she wanted to try girls, next."

A few seconds went by before Robyn asked "'next'? As in she tried
something, uh, someone, BEFORE?"

"Yup. Me."

"You? And Marlyn?"

"Kelly's helping her find out about girls. I helped her find out
about guys."

Robyn just smiled, and said "Good! That's the best news I've
heard all night. I *know* you didn't leave her disappointed; and
I don't believe for a minute that Kelly will, either."

About that time, the Universe smiled down, and we both heard a
cry of release echo down the hall.

Robyn and I just looked at each other; at least, until I said
"No, I don't think she did!" - with that, both of us started
laughing, almost hysterically. Cat got miffed at the disturbance,
and jumped down to disappear under the couch.

When we'd gotten our breath back, Robyn said "Yeah, I think I
would like to stay tonight. The murder was some woman that
decided she was tired of her boyfriend beating her up, and having
sex - rape was more like it! - with her thirteen year old
daughter. She waited until he was asleep, and shot him in the
crotch with a shotgun. She called us right after she did it, and
was waiting for us when we got there. The only thing she was
worried about was that her daughter would get help."

She sighed, and said "So, yeah, I could use some company tonight.
I'm really not in the mood for making love, but having someone I
love to cuddle with would be just the ticket."

With that, she let me take her hand, and after she'd finished off
her drink with another grimace, let me lead her back to the
bedrooms. When we got close, I could see that the door to my and
Kelly's bedroom was half-open. I led Robyn inside, closed the
door behind us, and had her stand next to the bed as I slowly got
her out of her uniform. First to go was the belt and holster. I
knew that SHE knew no one would bother her pistol, but I also
knew she'd be more comfortable knowing where it was, so I set it
on one of the dressers, where she could easily see it. Next, I
unbuttoned her uniform blouse, and removed it to reveal the
bulletproof vest she wore underneath. That was held in place with
hook-and-loop fasteners, and was easily set to the side,
revealing the sports bra she had on underneath. I cupped her
encased breasts for a few moments before reaching between them to
unfasten the bra and remove it. With it gone, her breasts swayed
a bit as her nipples erected slightly in the cool air of the
bedroom. Next, I knelt down to untie and remove the light boots
she wore. Those were followed by her uniform slacks, which left
only her plain cotton panties. I slipped those down her legs, and
held her steady as she stepped out of them. Before I stood up
again, I leaned forward to give her a soft kiss just above her
pubic hair - letting her know that I still found her sexy without
making any requests or demands of her.

Taking her hand again, I guided Robyn to lie on the bed, and then
moved to lie down as well. She rolled onto her side, and I moved
next to her, spooning with her from behind. She wiggled herself
back against me, content only when she got my penis wedged
between the tight cheeks of her ass. Sighing happily, she reached
back to pull my arm around her, holding it on her breast as she
told me "Thanks, Dan. This is just what I need tonight."

I simply kissed the back of her neck, and gave her breast a soft
squeeze to let her know I cared. She lifted my hand to kiss it
before putting it back on her breast. We fell asleep like that,
holding each other, comfortable to simply be together.

-----

The next morning, Robyn and I were sitting naked in the kitchen,
drinking coffee when Kelly and a *very* relaxed looking Marlyn
made their way in to join us. Kelly readily moved into my arms
for a good-morning kiss; with only a moment's hesitation and a
small blush, Marlyn followed her example. Kelly went on to kiss
Robyn, and again, Marlyn duplicated her efforts.

Once we were all fed, Robyn borrowed some of Kelly's clothes so
she wouldn't have to wear her uniform, and headed home. That left
me, Kelly, and Marlyn to lounge around the den until Marilyn got
home. It was when Marlyn went to kiss Sandra, Jan, and Susan that
they knew that *something* had happened with her. When she left
to see to Marilyn, all three of them looked at Kelly, then me,
before Susan asked "Okay, I'll play - what the hell happened to
Marlyn? When she kissed me, she tried to clean my tonsils!"

Kelly laughed, and told them "You can probably expect to get even
more interest from her. Last night, she asked Dan to make her a
woman - and he did. Then she wanted to find out what a woman was
like - and I helped her with that. I don't know what Dan did to
or with her, but he apparently opened her up to a LOT of new
things. Personally, *I* can vouch for her willingness and
enthusiasm! She was a little sore this morning from Dan, but
that's the only thing left from her life before. I think ALL of
us will be pleasantly surprised by how loving and affectionate -
and even passionate! - she can be. She's still learning - but
she's willing and enthusiastic about it."

Sandra asked "All that? In just one night?"

Here, I reminded them "Why should that be surprising? I seem to
remember that all of YOU seemed to experience some pretty radical
changes in just one night." - reminding them about the `party'
(orgy was more like it) where I'd deflowered nearly all of them
within a 24-hour period.

I went on to add "Besides, what happened to her has been building
inside her for a while. Things were a little shaky at first, and
when we were alone, we had a chance to talk about some of the
things that were bothering her. I think she's pretty close to
having her head on straight about a lot of stuff, now - what
she's going through now is probably just some overcompensation
for what she's missed out on before. Remember, she was still a
thirty-plus virgin up until last night; it's not surprising that
once she was past that, she'd be so gung-ho about finding out
what else she's been left out of."

That made sense, and all three of them nodded their heads in
understanding before Jan told us "Well, as much as I'd like to
stick around and find out what *else* she wants to learn, I still
have some other stuff I need to get done."

Sandra agreed, and Susan told us "It was a blast having Marilyn
last night. We stayed up late, watched hunky-guy movies, ate junk
food, and basically did all the stuff *I* remember doing at her
age. It kind of made me sentimental, actually" - with a laugh at
the end.

Kelly and I thanked all three of them with a kiss before they
left.

-----

That night, as expected, Marilyn took the opportunity to park
herself next to me on the couch. And to no one's surprise, she
pulled my arm around her shoulders, holding my hand on her
breast. Finally knowing that Marlyn was okay with it, I
eventually let my hand start caressing her. I started with a soft
squeezing of her breast, which resulted in a small gasp that no
one else _seemed_ to have heard. When she got used to that, the
next step was to play my fingers across her nipple; in short
order, I had her squirming slightly next to me as what I was
doing got her juices flowing - literally, unless my nose was
lying to me.

Of course, it was all casual - when I changed position, it was
only natural that I pull my arm away to rest it on the back of
the couch. But when I went in to get drinks for all of us, and
sat down on the other side of her, well, it was just as natural
that she should pull THAT arm around - and eventually get similar
treatment for the other breast, with similar results. At least,
until I shifted position on the couch again, resting my arm on
the back of it.

We continued like that for the rest of the evening; Marilyn would
pull my arm around her, or put my hand on her breast, whenever it
was `reasonable'. I didn't fight it, but I was just as
`reasonable' when I pulled my hand or arm away to do something
else with them.

After Marilyn went to bed, I turned to Marlyn and told her "She's
getting braver. I don't think it's going to be much longer before
she comes to me - a couple days, tops."

Marlyn expressed her agreement, and I went on "So, you don't have
a lot of time."

Marlyn looked surprised, and asked "Time for what?"

"Time to tell her what already happened between you and me, and
you and Kelly."

"Why do I do that?"

"Because if you don't, it's a pretty safe bet that after SHE
finds out what it can be like, she's going to come to you and
want YOU to find out about it, too. If that happens, you'll
either have to lie to her, or tell her what already happened. If
you tell her that it *already* happened, she's going to wonder
how and why. As much as she depends on you, I think that might
bring up questions that I don't think you would EVER be able to
really answer to her satisfaction."

She nodded at that, and blushed slightly before asking "Why do I
tell her about me and Kelly?"

"She's seen Kelly and all the others kissing and even touching
each other. Don't you think that she's going to wonder what
happens with them, after she's been with me?"

I could see that she hadn't really considered THAT part of it.
She thought it over for a few moments, and said "I'm not sure
what to tell her."

"If I could make a suggestion?" I asked.

"Please!"

"Make sure you tell her that you did it deliberately - that you
didn't do it out of just a moment's passion, or because you
thought you `had' to. Tell her WHY you did it. When she asks
questions, answer them honestly. That doesn't mean that you have
to tell her what you and Kelly or I did in detail - but don't be
afraid to tell her in general terms. YOU are her mother now; and
she is going to look to you for guidance. Do for her what you
wish had been done for you, and I think you'll be all right."

That gave her plenty to think about as she got up and headed back
to the bedroom.

-----

Kelly and I spent the next day on a drive in the country. Marlyn
had passed, and asked Marilyn to stay with her, to Marilyn's
regret.

When we got home, Kelly and I both knew that Marlyn had had her
talk with Marilyn - Marilyn looked at both of us considerably
differently than she had before. Both of us pretended not to
notice.

As I'd expected, it wasn't but a couple of days before Marilyn
came into the living room one evening where the rest of us were
watching TV. Wearing only her panties, she found a spot on the
couch with Marlyn; Kelly was in my lap in my chair.

After an hour or so, Kelly got up to get everyone drinks, and
then sat down in one of the other chairs. When Marilyn saw that,
she looked over at me. Kelly and Marlyn were both aware of what
she was doing: they were waiting, as I had been, for Marilyn to
finally `make her move'. So none of us was surprised when she got
up and came over to stand next to the chair before asking "Tito
Dan, is it okay if I sit on your lap?"

I told her that would be fine, and she happily planted herself
before pulling my arms around her to watch TV with me.

A while later, during a commercial, she turned slightly to look
at me and asked "Tito Dan, would you make love with me, like you
did with my momma Marlyn?"

I'd expected her to ask about helping her `feel good'; but THAT
request left me stunned for a few seconds - as it did Kelly and
Marlyn. Both of them were alternating between staring at Marilyn,
and me. When I got my wits about me again, I got Kelly's eye and
gestured at the TV, which she promptly turned off as Marlyn sat
there, stunned to immobility.

I could see that Marilyn was somewhat embarrassed by the sudden
attention she was getting, but she easily responded when I guided
her around on my lap to face me.

Taking her hands in mine, I told her "Marilyn, that is a very
special thing you are asking me."

She lowered her head and said "I know. But you do that with
Kelly, and she told me that it makes her feel even better than
when she touches herself. And you did it with momma, and she told
me that you made her feel good, too."

"But there is a very important difference, Marilyn. Both of them
are grown women, and you are still too young."

She lifted her head to look at me defiantly, and declared "I'm
not a little girl! I have breasts, and even hair!"

I put my hands on her hips, and answered "I did not say that you
are a little girl. I said that they are grown women, and that you
are still too young. Yes, you do have breasts, and hair. But you
are still young - too young to make love. I know that you aren't
a little girl, any more. But you aren't a woman, yet, either.
There are still too many things that you have to learn and
experience before you are ready to make love."

I saw the tears well up in her eyes as she told me "You don't
think I'm pretty enough."

I cupped her face in my hands and guided her down to where I
could give her a kiss before saying "No, Marilyn, that is not the
problem. I think that you are very pretty - even sexy, _for your
age_."

"Then why won't you make love with me?!"

"Because like I said, you're simply too young."

She looked at me doubtfully, and I asked "Marilyn, you're
thirteen years old. Do you still like to do the same things as
when you were eight?"

She shook her head, and I went on "Do you even like to the same
things as when you were ten years old?"

Again, she shook her head.

"So you have been growing up - as you have gotten older, the
things you know and the things you like to do have grown with
you. It is the same thing, now. In the next few years, you are
going to learn more, and experience more - and FINISH being a
woman. From when you were eight years old until now is only five
years. Five years from now, you will be eighteen - and you will
change even more in the next five years than you have the last
five. If you don't believe me, you can ask Kelly, or Jan, or any
of the others, and I will bet that they will tell you the same
thing. Right now, you are a *young* woman; the difference between
you and Kelly and Marlyn is that they are GROWN women, and you
are still young - too young to make love. I love you very much,
just as your momma Marlyn does. And it is because I love you so
much, BECAUSE I'm your Tito Dan, that I won't make love with you.
What you are asking is something *very* important, and _I_ know
that you aren't yet old enough to understand just HOW important
it is. I know that you aren't happy now that I must refuse this;
but I also know that there will be the day that you will be happy
that I did."

With that, the waterworks went into full production - tears
streamed down her face as she started quietly crying in earnest.
She resisted only slightly when I pulled her into my arms,
rubbing her back as I tried to comfort her. Marlyn got it
together enough to get Marilyn a small towel, then sit next to
her on the chair as the two of us tried to comfort her. Finally,
her crying slowed, and eventually stopped. When she'd dried her
eyes, I could see that Marilyn was embarrassed at having made
such a request, and having it refused. I pulled her into another
kiss, and told her "Its okay, Marilyn. I still love you. So does
Kelly, and so does Marlyn."

Slightly reassured that she hadn't done anything fatal, she
quietly told me "I think I want to go to bed now."

"That's fine." I told her. When she got up, she leaned down for a
goodnight kiss, and even smiled when I gave her a soft pat on the
butt before Marlyn went back to the bedroom with her.

Several minutes later, Kelly and I were still sitting quietly
when Marlyn came back into the den with us. I could see that
she'd shed a few tears of her own, but she appeared calm enough
when she sat down.

She gave me a wry smile, and said "Thank you, Dan. I know that
was not an easy thing for you."

"How is she?" I asked.

"Disappointed, a little. But I think relieved, too. We talked a
little bit, and now both of us understand each other. She knows
how much all of us love you, and thought that because she loves
you, that she should make love with you, too. But she understood
what you told her, and she's willing to wait, now. But don't be
surprised if she asks again in a few years!"

I could see in Kelly's eyes that she thought I should give Marlyn
a little more emotional support, so I patted my lap in
invitation. Marlyn didn't hesitate to accept the offer, letting
me hold her until it was time for bed.

It was a few days later that Marilyn surprised all of us by
hesitantly asking if it was okay if she slept with Kelly and me
that night. Marlyn was behind her, and though surprised,
indicated that she didn't have any problems with it. Kelly and I
said that it was fine with us; when we went to bed later, we
found Marilyn sound asleep in our bed, with Cat lying on her
stomach. After shooing Cat out, Kelly and I got into bed with
Marilyn, one on each side. She woke up briefly as we were getting
situated, and turned on her side to put an arm around Kelly. I
turned to lie on my side as well, and spooned with her as the
three of us fell asleep.

-----

That event was enough to make Marlyn comfortable with the idea of
sleeping with us, too - though for much different reasons.

Every few nights, she would want to sleep with one or the other
of us - inevitably for a little fun and frolicking. Whether it
was me or Kelly that got selected, the other would go in to share
a bed with Marilyn - who was delighted with the company. Between
visits from Marlyn, Kelly and I had plenty of nights alone for
our own pleasures. The only exception was the night that Marlyn
went out on patrol with Robyn, when Marilyn again slept with
Kelly and me. The next morning, when Marlyn returned, we could
see that she was fairly impressed with all she'd seen and done
that night; she reported that she had a *much* greater
appreciation for the difference between American and Filipino
police.

It was a system that seemed to work pretty well, and we kept with
it for the rest of their stay with us.

Quite a few times, one or more of Robyn, Jan, Susan, or Sandra
would invite Marilyn over for the night. When that happened, it
was just as likely that one of the rest would ask Marlyn over for
their own `sleep over' - though it was doubtful that there was
much actual sleeping involved.

As all good things must, there came the time when it had to end:
Bill reported that Marlyn was completely up to speed on factory
operations and that he needed her to go back to the Philippines
and help start hiring people.

A couple weeks before she was to leave, she announced that SHE
was going to make supper for all of us - Kelly and me, Paul, the
boys, Bill and his wife, Sarah and her husband, Bishop Ferguson,
all the girls, and even Ted. Everyone accepted her invitation for
the following Friday evening - and Bill told her to take the day
off, so she could prepare. And prepare she did. When Kelly and I
got home, we weren't entirely sure we were in the right house
because of all the delicious smells coming out of the kitchen.
Kelly and I could both cook, after a fashion, but neither of us
had any illusions. What we were smelling was *far* better than
anything either of us had ever managed. When we tried to
investigate, Marlyn laughingly chased us out, telling us that it
was going to be a surprise.

So we waited in the den, almost literally drooling in
anticipation.

Starting a little before the designated seven o'clock, people
started arriving; by 7:15, everyone was there - and eagerly
looking forward to sampling whatever was causing the delightful
scents emanating from the kitchen.

It was perhaps a half hour later when she came in to tell us that
everything was ready. We went into the kitchen to find that she'd
prepared a number of different Filipino foods - pancit, lumpia, a
couple different kinds of adobo, and several others. Throughout
the meal everyone kept complimenting her on how good it all was.
She'd prepared plenty of everything; but by the time we'd all
sampled all of it, and gone back for seconds on the things we'd
particularly liked, there was precious little in the way of
leftovers.

-----

A little over a month after Marlyn and Marilyn got back to the
Philippines, I got an email from Marlyn, letting Kelly and I know
that she'd found a house for the two of them. She also told me
that the factory was nearing completion, and that she was
accepting applications for jobs - but she wasn't quite sure what
she should be looking for in some of the technical people,
though.

I replied that I thought Bill would be sending me back to help
with that part of it; it was only a couple days later that I got
a call from him asking if I'd do just that.

Kelly went with me for that trip, and Marlyn naturally insisted
that we stay with her and Marilyn. Without hesitation, things
between all of us picked up pretty much where they'd left off.
The big difference was that Marilyn was back in school - a grade
AHEAD of where she would normally be, apparently due to all the
reading she'd done in the U.S.

We did manage a side trip to the orphanage, where Father
Villanueva was waiting for us. He cheerfully showed us the other
orphanages that he managed, and told us about the improvements
each of them had experienced before he took us in to visit the
head of all the orphanages in the area, Bishop Magsalay - who
thanked us profusely for all we'd done.

Kelly and I were there only a couple of weeks; when we left, I'd
hired a half-dozen engineers for Bill. They were going to be his
top-level `working' engineers, and responsible for hiring the
people that would be working for them. They people THEY hired
would be responsible for training the factory workers to do the
needed jobs at the needed quality and consistency. That was one
thing that had gotten me my first job from Bill: my insistence on
doing consistent, quality work. The engineers I hired for Bill
were made well aware of the standards that they would be expected
to perform to, and the quality of the finished product that was
demanded.

A few days before Kelly and I were to leave, Ted showed up, too -
armed with a couple of lawyers and an accountant to help set up
the local bank accounts. The majority of the facility money would
stay there in the Philippines; only when the funds exceeded a
certain amount would a fixed sum be sent to the main accounts in
the U.S. Ted met the engineers I'd hired for him, and after
talking to them, heartily endorsed my actions. All six of them
were to go to the main plant for two months worth of *intensive*
training and familiarization before they came back to start doing
their `real' jobs.

Almost two months after we got back, Bill asked me to make one
last trip to supervise the installation of the Instrumentation
and Control systems I'd designed. I'd figured it to be a month's
work - Marlyn, Ted, and the other people they'd hired surprised
me with the quality and motivation of the people I had to work
with: I got back home *exactly* a month after I'd left, and ahead
of schedule.

As things fell into place more and more, and people starting
taking over their proper jobs from Marlyn, she was able to focus
on doing HER job - and loving it. There had been some initial
complaints about the facility, but she squashed them in short
order through the simple expedient of a standing offer to provide
guided tours for any group of ten or more. When someone claimed
the outflow water from the plant was poisonous, she AND Ted
filled glasses with it, and drank them - before explaining that
the water that left the plant was CLEANER than what it took in.
When another group complained that children were being hurt by
the increase of traffic in and out of the plant, Ted and Marlyn
opened the plant clinic to treat anyone in the area. After a
minor surge in treatment to the complainers, the clinic quickly
returned to it's near-zero activity - safety was highly
emphasized.

She and Ted worked very well together, and the employees were
delighted with the jobs: they didn't have the back-breaking labor
they'd known before, and were paid a more than fair salary.
Salaries were quoted in U.S. dollars, but paid in Philippine
Pesos at the current market rate. That one, simple act did more
than anything else to make the facility as popular as it was: by
keying salaries to a `hard' currency like the dollar,
fluctuations in the Philippine economy were automatically
compensated for: a salary increase or promotion actually meant
getting _ahead_, instead of just catching up with losses. More
than anything else, it was the happy and satisfied employees that
countered any complaints about the plant.

In just a few months of operation, it was running smoothly and
efficiently - a situation that it maintained for many, many
years.

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That all happened several years ago. I had to go back once to
supervise a slightly complex upgrade to their systems; Kelly went
with me, of course.

A few months after the plant got going, Ted and Marlyn were a
Couple. A couple years after that, they were married - with Ted
adopting Marilyn as his own before he and Marlyn had their own
son, named Daniel for some strange reason. Ted still lives there,
running the plant; he hasn't expressed any desire to return to
the U.S. - he's simply too happy where he is. Gus was gone from
Bill's company before the year ended - pretty much to everyone's
relief, I think.

Marilyn finished high school, and is attending college here in
the States. The college was initially a little hesitant about
accepting her, but handwritten letters of recommendation from not
one, but TWO Bishops, the owner of a major business, and an
independent engineer convinced them she was a good risk. She's
majoring in economics, with a minor in political science. She's
got definite plans about returning to the Philippines and
eventually running for government office - AFTER she uses her
education to help the people there, first.

Kelly and I walked away from the whole thing with a check from
Bill in the amount of $925,000 - and a nice chunk of stock in his
company. That assured us of enough retirement cushion that we
finally agreed to Bishop Ferguson's request that we teach at the
high school. It's only one class, each, per week - but they seem
to be pretty popular classes, and the Bishop is happy.

Bill's company has grown, of course. Even with all Ted and Marlyn
have done to keep the plant popular there, it's still a lot more
efficient and profitable for him to manufacture there than here -
but he's keeping his plants here open and running, too. Like I
told Marlyn, he *does* take care of his people.

Kelly isn't an engineer by training, but she's picked up a lot. I
still have to come up with the initial design, but she's quite
capable of taking anything I give her and running with it. She
even came up with a way of mathematically modeling the designs,
to try and find potential troubles and determine the system's
reliability. She tested it against one of my early designs, and
almost matched what I'd experienced with it, point for point.
She's going to save me - us! - a LOT of money and trouble.

Me? I'm still trying to figure out how I got this lucky.

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