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

*  *  *

*Kathy Carlson Part 5 of 9*

Copyright (c) 1993, 2001 by Morgan.  All Rights Reserved

Please note the original copyright date.  This story was
basically written eight years ago.  As a result, you will likely
find obsolete references.  I'm afraid you'll just have to live
with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and
greatest.

This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and in time parallels
_Allison_.  It's an illustration of the fact that stories -- and
characters -- often run away from their writers.  It's certainly
true in this one, if one wishes to compare Kathy Carlson's
position in this one compared to her appearance in _Allison_. 
Oh, well...

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

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

*  *  *

*Chapter 33*

Andy soon found that her work on the construction site fit in
nicely with her work at the apartment.  Since Kathy and Ken were
both early risers, she could fix their breakfast, clean up, and
still be at work by eight o'clock.  Similarly, the construction
job closed down at four-thirty giving her time to get home ahead
of them with enough time to have all the preparations for dinner
complete.  Since she truly did not like herself, her
accomplishments never registered.  Rather, she only thought of
being able to become a more adequate slave to better serve Ken
and Kathy who she had come to adore.

Because Andy now considered her performance to be adequate even
when measured against her own superhuman standards, she had not
ordered a whipping for herself in weeks.  As a result there were
no longer any whip marks showing on her body.  Moreover, for the
last few weeks she had been sleeping beside Kathy in their bed
each night.

The first time had been remarkable.  That night Andy had been on
her knees beside their bed watching Ken and Kathy make love. 
When they were ready to turn out the lights, Kathy noticed for
the first time that Andy no longer had any open cuts on her body.
 When Ken insisted that she join them in bed to keep Kathy warm,
Andy reluctantly got into it but kept as far away from Kathy as
the width of the king-size bed permitted.

"Andy Taylor, do you really want another beating?  You are
disobeying Ken!" Kathy exclaimed.  "He instructed you to warm my
body, but how can you possibly do it when you're way overthere?"

Sheepishly, the woman moved closer to Kathy and very gingerly
rested her head on her shoulder the way Kris had told her she had
slept.  Only then was Kathy aware of the beautiful natural
perfume coming from her body.  Finally, over Andy's strong
protest, Kathy insisted on kissing her full on the lips.  Then,
when Kathy cupped Andy's tit as she was getting ready to close
her eyes, she was pleased to feel how wonderfully firm it was. 
Although significantly smaller in size than they had been at the
start of her slavery, her breasts were now as round and firm as
all the Clifford & Jamison girls.

For Andy's part, the experience that night was utterly exquisite.
 First, of course, it was the first time she had slept in a bed
at all in months.  But beyond that, the feeling of her head on
Kathy's muscular shoulder while her tit was cupped by her long
slim fingers felt wonderful beyond belief.  The next morning, she
was still half asleep as she watched Ken and Kathy make love
before either was even fully awake.  She decided it was the most
beautiful thing she had ever seen, as she realized that they were
not even making love.  Rather, they were worshiping each other
with their bodies.

Andy was working at the construction site superintended by Tony
Rossi.  It was at her insistence that she began by cleaning the
toilets and then took it on as a permanent assignment.  Beyond
that, she did all sorts of jobs to keep busy.  Tony noticed that
she performed in almost exactly the same way as Kathy, Kim and
Kris before her.  She even appeared to have the same muscle
development.  Moreover, there was no job too onerous for her to
handle.  In fact, the nastier the job, the more she seemed to
like it.  Since on any construction project there were always a
number of jobs that the men tried to duck, there was never a
shortage of things for her to do.

With respect to her relations with the other men on the project,
Andy was friendly but stayed to herself.  The fact that she was
usually in a rush to get home meant that she did not socialize
with the guys after work at the local tavern.  Nonetheless, and
particularly because of her known eagerness to take on the
nastiest jobs, they respected her and accepted her as a member of
the crew.

One day after she had been working for a couple of weeks, the
weather was sunny and particularly hot.  By eleven o'clock, all
the men in the crew had shed their shirts and were working naked
to the waist.  Andy had taken off her work shirt and was only
wearing a tank top, when one of the guys dared her to work bare
to the waist, too.

"What for?" she asked with her face impassive.

"What for?  What do you mean, what for?" the man repeated,
puzzled.  "To be cool..."

"No," she said with a wry grin, "I mean what's in it for me?  You
guys will get a cheap thrill from seeing my bare tits, but what
do I get out of the deal?"

The man thought for an instant and said with a grin, "How about
for five bucks an hour?  Interested?  If you are, I'll see if I
can line up some guys."

She agreed and in only a few minutes the man had lined up enough
others to cover the money.  Glancing at a clock, she told him to
give twenty-five dollars to Tony.  When he did, she casually
slipped off her top and stretched.  There was a quiet cheer from
the guys who now saw what they had expected to see: her breasts
were utterly perfect.  What they saw really wasn't much of a
surprise, though, because her tank top had already revealed the
shape of her breasts perfectly.  For her part, Andy actually
enjoyed it.  It gave her the chance to soak up the sun on her
entire upper body.  Because of all her time spent nude in the
apartment, being naked now felt even more natural to her than
being dressed.

After a few more days, another worker upped the ante.  He asked
Andy how much it would cost to get her to work naked -- wearing
nothing at all, not even boots.  With a grin she told him that
would be twenty dollars an hour.  Since the construction crew on
the project was quite large, that posed no problem either.  When
told of her offer to work naked, the men quickly subscribed for
the entire week.  In no time, Tony Rossi had the money for the
next two days and Andy calmly undressed and put her clothes in
the cab of her truck.

When the men saw her this time, they gasped at her revealed
beauty.  She was the most gorgeous creature they had ever seen! 
Andy enjoyed the feeling and just soaked up the sun, although she
soon wished that the soles of her feet were tougher than they
were.  She had to be careful where she stepped because of all the
debris littering the site.  On the second day, when it began to
rain, she didn't even care.  When one of the guys asked her about
it, she just shrugged and said her body dried off easily.

On the Friday of the Clifford & Jamison Christmas party, Andy was
feeling very good as she drove to work at the construction site.
Because of her nudity at work, she had made much more money in
the preceding weeks than she had originally anticipated.  This
had enabled her not only to buy Christmas presents for Ken and
Kathy but actually to have a little money set aside.  Since they
would not be coming home until Sunday night, she didn't have to
race home after work.  She was even thinking of possibly having a
beer at the local bar with the boys.  The thought amused her,
because it would be her first night out in months and, if she did
it, would be the first time she had ever had a beer in her life.

Late that afternoon, Tony Rossi called her over.  As usual, he
whistled softly when she came up to him and said, "Andy, you are
too much!  You are utterly gorgeous!  But why, in God's name, do
you work naked?"

"It's just for the money, Tony," she replied with a grin.  "You
know how women are."

He just shook his head and asked if she would take some materials
up to a crew of ironworkers.  They were working at the very top
of the primary building in the project which was now close to
topping out at forty floors.  Although it was a sunny day, the
wind was blowing hard from the west.  Already, the ironworkers
were within a couple of floors of completing the steelwork, and
its top was almost 380 feet above ground level.  Furthermore,
since the ironworkers erect the steel framework of the building,
they usually work where there is nothing but bare girders.  A
fall from the top of the steelwork would be fatal, since it was
over 100 feet down to the highest level of the building with
concrete flooring already poured, and the full height of the
building if one fell down the outside.  She just looked up and
agreed.

After riding up in the construction elevator to its top, she
shifted to the hook of a crane being used to hoist steel into
position.  After putting her foot in the hook, she held on to the
wire and was hoisted up to the top of the structure.  Walking
around on the open girders, Andy realized that she wasn't scared
at all.  It was because she really didn't care what happened to
her.  If she fell she would be killed so there would be nothing
to worry about.  Making her way barefoot around the perimeter of
the steelwork, she came up to a big man who seemed to be in
charge of the crew.  Tony had told her the crew chief's name so
she called, "Jack?"

When the man turned and Andy saw his face, she almost lost her
balance and fell.  It was Fletch Taylor, her husband!  Grinning
at the naked girl on the steelwork, Jack suddenly did a
double-take.  "My God!  'Drea, is that you?"

"It's Andy now," she said softly.  "'Drea is dead."

"And so is Fletch," he said softly.  "The name is Jack... Jack
Fletcher."

She smiled softly and walked along the beam to reach him. 
Extending her hand, she gripped his firmly and said, "Hello, Jack
Fletcher.  I'm Andy Pierce, and I'm glad to meet you."  Ignoring
the wind blowing by them she looked at him and then just shook
her head slowly.  She finally said, "Jack, you have never looked
this good in your life before."

"Neither have you, Andy," he replied softly.  Then brightening he
asked, "Is there any chance for me to buy you a beer after work?
I would like to very much."  She immediately agreed and they
planned to meet right after the quitting whistle at a place where
the structural steel was stacked, awaiting its use to form the
building's frame.

When Jack met her after work, he was grinning.  "What's so
funny?" she asked with a quizzical little smile.

"You are," he replied softly.  "Andy -- you know, it's going to
be hard for me to get used to calling you that after years of
being 'Drea.  But you look so incredibly beautiful just standing
there naked.  And you're completely unconcerned, aren't you?  But
why aren't you dressed?"

"I guess I am unconcerned," she replied.  "But then I usually
spend all my time naked.  Kathy likes me this way.  The reason
I'm not dressed is I was waiting for you to give me a shower." 
When he looked puzzled, she just grinned and handed him a hose
with a spray nozzle attached.  He just grinned back, turned the
water on and began to spray her.  Almost instantly, he could see
goose-bumps appear as she danced around in the cold water, while
she used her hands to try to rinse the salty sweat from her body.
 When she finished cleaning herself, she took the hose back, sat
on a stack of steel girders and carefully washed off her feet. 
After waiting a few minutes for her feet to dry, she slipped on a
pair of loafers.  Then, while still naked, she walked over to her
parked truck and got dressed.  Jack followed her over and was
standing behind her when she turned around after dressing.  All
she was wearing were skin-tight Levi's and a work shirt.

Moving close to him, she raised her lips for what she intended to
be a friendly thank-you kiss.  Jack lowered his lips to hers,
took her into his arms, squeezed her tightly, and proceeded to
kiss her thoroughly.  If Jack had not been holding her tightly
Andy would have collapsed to the ground.  In spite of having been
married for almost eight years, they had never shared a kiss like
this one.  For the first time, electricity just flowed between
them.  Andy had to throw her arms around Jack's neck to hold
herself up as her knee joints turned to water.  Then she began to
work her lips on his in the same way she had seen Kathy move hers
on Ken's.  The experience was spectacular.  When she began to
probe at his mouth with her tongue, Jack responded.  When they
finally broke off the kiss, both of them were breathing hard.

"Andy, that was unbelievable!" he exclaimed softly.  "My God, I
think I may be falling in love with my wife."

"Your former wife, now Katherine Carlson's slave, darling," she
said softly.  Then looking at him she asked, "But what's happened
to you?  You've never looked this good in your whole life."  Her
husband was thirty-one years old and six feet three inches tall.
When she had last seen him, he weighed something over 260 pounds.
 Like Andy herself, his body had been pear-shaped with much of
his weight in his belly, hips, and thighs in the form of flab. 
Now she could not guess his weight, but estimated it to be in the
range of 215 to 225.  Moreover, now he had a massively muscled
chest, upper arms and torso.  His waist was very slim as were his
hips, while his thighs and lower legs appeared to be nothing but
powerful muscles.  There was not a sign of fat on his body
anywhere.

Instead of replying to her question he said, "How about if we go
to the local bar and talk.  I've got a couple of bucks and can
even buy you a beer -- if you'll drink a draft."

Because they had both been very rich from birth, they were two of
the most spoiled people alive.  The fact was that Andy had never
had a draft beer in her life, and in the months she had been in
slavery to Kathy she had not had an alcoholic beverage of any
kind.  With a very warm smile, she took his arm, and said, "Jack,
that's the best offer I've had in months!  Let's!"
	He climbed into her truck and they drove the few blocks to the
local bar that had become the after-work hangout for the
construction crew on the project.

Since it was Friday, most of the crew were already standing at
the bar.  However, with the men crowded four deep at the bar,
there were several empty tables and an empty booth in the back. 
They took the booth and Andy sat down while Jack went for their
beers.  When he returned, instead of sitting across from her, he
motioned for her to move in and he sat down beside her.  Without
saying a word he passed her a beer, raised his glass to clink
against hers and took a sip.  Finally he said, "Andy, you are
unbelievably beautiful.  But what did you do to your hair?"

Running her hand through her coarsely shorn head she replied
softly, "It's what happens when you cut your own hair using a
carving knife while not having access to a mirror.  Anyway, it
served its purpose."

"Which was?"

"To get the dumb stuff off my shoulders so the whip wouldn't get
caught in it when I was beaten," she replied simply.

Jack inwardly shuddered but said nothing.  Then he said, "Andy,
is this the first beer you have ever had?  It's probably the
first draft."

Her response surprised him.  Tears began to flow from her eyes as
she said, "Darling, I have been an absolutely disastrous wife for
you.  My God, now I know that a wife is supposed to provide a
sort of compass for the family while the husband is its driving
force.  Honey, I provided all the direction of a wind-sock in
variable breezes.  Within about ten minutes, I would have been
aiming in every direction imaginable.  Whatever passed for my
direction came from _People_ magazine and the society pages.  I
don't think I ever had a single opinion of my own -- all I ever
did was parrot the last thing I heard.  Maybe that's why I sank
into such hedonistic depravity."  Then she shook her head and
grinned weakly.  "As far as your question is concerned, of course
you're right.  I don't think beer was ever 'in', so of course I
never had it."  Her grin brightened as she finished, "I likeit!"

Changing the subject, she said, "You know I am Kathy Carlson's
slave, but what about you?  What are you doing out here.  Why
aren't you back in New York running Argus Construction?"

"Because I'm Ken Carlson's slave," he replied simply.  "I figured
if you could do it, I could, too.  By the way, what kind of
financial deal do you have with Kathy?  I turn over 90 percent of
what I make to Ken.  And, of course, I gave him a full power of
attorney over all of my assets.  I think Pacific/Higgins is
managing Argus now, but I'm not really sure."  Then he grinned
and added, "And you know what else?  I really don't give a damn,
either."

She shook her head with a wry little grin and said, "I guess I'm
a better negotiator than you are, Jack.  I only give Kathy 80
percent of mine."  Then she asked, "By the way, how are we fixed
for money tonight, anyway?"

The two then began to giggle like school children as they emptied
their pockets and counted their money.  They found that between
them they had a little over one hundred dollars.  The reason for
their amusement was that Jack regularly used to give tips greater
than that amount, and neither of them had ever gone out with less
than a thousand dollars as pocket money.  Moreover, both of them
still had the great bulk of their pay in separate pockets to turn
over to their masters.  Jack was surprised when Andy gave him all
of her money.  During their marriage she had always been fiercely
independent where money was concerned and had never given him any
of hers for any reason.  When he asked about it, she just closed
his large hand over the money and shook her head.

After having their first couple of beers, they saw a number of
the men were playing darts.  When Jack asked her if she wanted to
try, she just eagerly nodded her head.  Finally getting into the
game by challenging the previous winners, both of them proved to
be very good.  Andy whispered to Jack that they had to win if
they were going to have any money left to eat with.  He had just
winked at her.  The result was that the pair defended the board
for almost three hours.  At the end, not only had they not paid
for a single additional beer, they had extra money from winning a
number of side bets.

One thing surprised Andy, and that was the way the men all
treated her.  She realized that she was being treated with a
degree of deference verging on awe.  At the same time, she came
to the conclusion that the men genuinely liked her.  For Andy it
was a unique experience.  She was used to deference but knew it
had always been based on greed or fear.  This was very different.
 During a break in the games she asked Jack about it.

"Andy, they love you.  That's the simple answer.  At the same
time they think of you as a princess or a queen.  In spite of
being naked, they watch you move with incredible grace.  Even
though you're naked, you seem to move as if you're wearing a ball
gown.  Maybe it's the Lady Godiva thing: The townspeople of
Coventry didn't look when she rode naked through the town. 
Honey, they see your magnificent body but they see class, too. 
Honest!"  Andy just shook her head in disbelief.  Then Jack
added, "Do you know what's even funnier?  I knew about you but
didn't know it was you until this afternoon on the steelwork. 
The funny thing is that the guys on the crew think I'm the only
guy who might possibly be good enough for you.  What do you think
about that?"

"I think they have their judgment in their feet is what I think!"
she exclaimed in a whisper.  "I think it just confirms that line
about 'fooling all the people some of the time and some of the
people all of the time.'  I'm just not sure which category the
guys are in, though, but they're certainly in one or the other."

At eight o'clock they gave up their position at the dart-board
while still undefeated.  When they returned to their booth, Jack
took her hand in his and looked at it.  In spite of all the rough
work she had been doing, her hand was still very smooth but not
at all soft.  Like the rest of her, it was hard-muscled.  Her
hand was slender with long fingers, while her nails were filed
short and worn without any polish.  His hands were also large but
now very rough and hard.  To his amazement Andy raised his hand
to her lips and kissed the backs of his fingers.

Jack said, "You know what I was thinking?  I was thinking about
asking you to spend the night with me.  Then I saw your hand and
looked at mine.  If I ran my fingers over your body now they
would feel like coarse-grade sandpaper."

"And it would feel delicious!" she interjected.

"Andy, would you?  Could you?" he asked with the yearning obvious
in his eyes.

Jack saw the look of pain that flashed for an instant in her eyes
but missed its significance.  Then she said softly, "Yes, Jack, I
will.  There's one condition, though.  You must swear that at the
end of our time together you will do something for me.  It will
be easily within your power to do.  It may be painful for you,
but it's something you must swear to do.  Darling, that's the
only condition.  Will you swear?"

Jack probed, but Andy refused to give him any more information
regarding what it was she wanted him to do.  On the other hand,
she was adamant about it being a condition of their spending the
night together.  Finally, with the greatest reluctance, he
agreed.  When they left the tavern, they got back in Andy's
truck.  Jack gave directions to a small motel that would have
been called a tourist court forty years earlier.  He told her
that it was really a hot-sheet special where the men took girls
they might pick up at a bar for an hour or two.

Expecting her to object, he was surprised when all she asked was
whether they could afford it and if it had a bed.  "Darling," she
added, "You have to know that I have spent most of the last three
months sleeping on the kitchen floor.  As long as the bed doesn't
crawl away because of the bugs in it, it will be an improvement
over the way I've been sleeping."

The motel was on a side street in a Chicano section of the city.
There was a small house in front that served as the office with a
series of eight small cabins arrayed in a small open square on
each side and in the rear.  After pulling up at the office, Jack
was surprised when Andy got out of the cab to come in with him. 
They found a middle-aged Mexican woman behind the counter and
both were surprised at their reception.  For some reason when
they walked in the woman's eyes widened.  Then she greeted them
profusely in Spanish which neither of them understood.  After
motioning for them to wait, the woman disappeared behind a
curtain behind the front desk.  Andy guessed that the curtained
doorway connected to living quarters behind the office.  A few
moments later the woman reappeared, followed by a very pretty
girl who appeared to be about twelve years old and was just
beginning to flower after puberty.

"Good evening," the girl said very politely.  "My mother believes
you would like a room for the night.  She asks how much you wish
to spend?"  Jack took their money out of his pocket and counted
it.  Now there was a little more than $120.  As far as her
question regarding how much he was willing to spend, he didn't
have a chance to answer it.  Before he could say anything, the
older woman -- the girl's mother, he assumed -- began to speak
rapidly in Spanish.  The girl listened and then looked very
carefully at Jack and then at Andy.  Then she smiled the warmest,
sweetest smile either had ever seen and said, "Would twenty
dollars for two nights be too much?"

Andy and Jack were stunned.  As they were driving over, Jack had
said he wasn't sure they could afford even a full night.  He had
heard that guys paid about five dollars an hour.  When he said it
was much too cheap, it was clear the older woman understood
without translation and was adamant on the price.  Shaking his
head in disbelief, Jack agreed finally and gave the woman twenty
dollars after Andy, in turn, had agreed on two nights.

Another surprise followed.  Instead of giving them a key to one
of the cabins, the girl asked them to have a seat in the office
for a few minutes while a cabin was prepared for them.  She
offered them coffee while her mother disappeared behind the
curtain again.  While they were waiting sipping their coffee, the
girl provided Andy with the answers about the delay.  The girl
said, "My mother is ensuring that our finest cabin is properly
prepared for our honored guests.  She sees you as a prince and
princess and wants to be sure that everything is as fine as our
humble resources permit."

Andy was shocked by the girl's reply.  A few minutes later, the
mother reappeared and escorted them back to the center cabin on
the back line.  After opening the door and entering, she stood
aside.  Andy was genuinely surprised.  Although it was quite
small, it was as neat as a pin and utterly spotless.  It was
apparent that the bed had just been remade and the bathroom had
been cleaned again.  The woman dismissed her thanks and was
pleased at Andy's reaction.  With a curtsy, she left the cabin
closing the door behind her.

"Good heavens!" Andy exclaimed.  "What caused that?  How can
people be so wrong about us?"

"Darling," Jack said softly, "I would like to introduce what I'm
sure will strike you as a remarkable -- perhaps impossible --
concept: What if they're right and you're wrong?  What if Andy
Pierce is really a wonderful human being?  What do you think?" 
With a sad grin he added, "They're certainly wrong about me,
though, if they include me with you."

"I think they're crazy as hell, is what I think!" Andy exclaimed.
 The idea is absurd.  Besides, you've got it backwards.  Jack,"
she said with great warmth in her voice, "You are really a
wonderful guy now."  Then changing the subject she said, "Since
we're saving money on the room, maybe we can even afford to eat.
What do you think?"  He grinned and thought they probably could.

After leaving the cabin and locking the door, they returned to
the office and inquired about places to eat.  Mother and daughter
conferred, and then the daughter asked if they liked Mexican
food.  The reality was that Andy didn't really know what it was.
Although she and Jack had been to Mexico a number of times, they
had always visited the very top resorts where the food was
American and continental European.  Notwithstanding, Andy
immediately replied that they both loved Mexican food.

The woman beamed and then made a phone call.  After speaking very
rapidly for a few minutes in Spanish, she hung up.  The daughter
then gave them directions to a restaurant where they were
expected.  Then she smiled very shyly and said, "My mother does
not think you have ever eaten Mexican food before, but since you
are being so nice to try it, she has taken the liberty of
ordering dinner for you."  Then with a bright smile she said, "We
hope you enjoy it.  The food there is really very good."

Following the girl's directions, soon they parked in front of a
restaurant and went in.  It appeared that the place was authentic
Mexican, with what appeared to be an all-Mexican clientele.  The
couple were greeted at the door and ushered to a table in the
back corner that was already prepared for them.  What followed
was a superb multi-course Mexican feast served with Mexican beer.
 Andy and Jack simply adored it and were then stunned to find the
bill for the two of them was only ten dollars -- and the
proprietor refused to accept a penny more.

When they were back in the truck, Jack was amazed when Andy put
her hands on the steering wheel and then, with her head on her
hands, began to weep uncontrollably.  "What's wrong, darling?" he
asked, "What happened now?"

"Jack, I have been such an incredible shit!  My God!  I used to
look down on the lower classes!"  Lifting her head, she looked at
him with tears pouring from her eyes and said, "Do you know I
would infinitely rather be beaten to a bloody pulp than
experience what we just did?  People who don't have very much at
all treating us as honored guests -- and _for no money!_  We're
both used to being catered to, but we could always see the dollar
signs in the eyes of the people doing it.  And you know what
else?  We both knew damned well that they really despised us. 
And they were right: we were despicable."  Her tears had slowed
but he could see a questing look in her eyes as she said, "Why,
Jack?  Why are they doing this to us?"

"Honey, I think...  No, I _know_ that you've changed.  Maybe I
have, too.  They like us.  Honest, Honey, they really do.  Try
something new:  Entertain the possibility, at least, that you
_are_ a fine person now.  Please just think about it."  Then with
a little grin he said, "On the way back, please try to find a
drug store.  I need to get some things for tonight."

Replying to his little grin with one of her own, Andy opened the
glove box and took out a comb along with a toothbrush and a tube
of toothpaste.  "Darling, this is all we need.  There's no need
to waste money on another toothbrush, is there?"  Jack agreed
they could make do.

When she parked the truck in front of their little cabin, Andy
turned off the engine but continued to hold the wheel with both
hands.  Looking down at it, she said softly, "Jack, would you do
me a favor, please?  Would you go in and take a shower or
whatever, and then just get into bed?  I'll join you in a short
time."  Still looking down at her hands, she continued, "You
know, we never even had a wedding night.  If I remember
correctly, you even brought your then-current mistress along with
us.  Of course, we were both such incredible slobs, the only way
either of us could ever have sex was to pay for it.  I don't know
about you, darling, but I got used to seeing disgust in the eyes
of my bed-partners.  And do you know something?  They had good
judgment.  Anyway, would you humor me?  Please?"

Jack immediately agreed and went into the cabin.  Andy had seen
that the light was still on in the office, so she walked over and
found the mother and daughter working together at the counter. 
The daughter was teaching her mother English.  The two women
looked up when she entered, and both smiled warmly.  Andy told
them that the dinner was the best they had ever had.  She had
picked up a matchbook at the restaurant with its name and address
on it.  This time, she picked up a card with the motel's name and
address.  While talking with the women she learned that the
mother had been fighting a battle to keep her daughter in an
English-language school over the opposition of both the educators
and the self-appointed community leaders.  She felt -- correctly,
in Andy's opinion -- that her daughter must learn English well to
be a success in the United States.  Andy agreed with her and then
wished them both a good night.

Returning to the cabin, she found the door unlocked and Jack in
bed waiting for her.  She just smiled warmly and disappeared into
the bathroom.  After taking a shower and concentrating
particularly on cleaning her vagina and her asshole, she dried
her body.  Then with her back up straight she returned to the
bedroom and just stood beside the bed.  Jack looked at her and
whistled softly.  "Andy, you are utterly magnificent!  Will you
join me now?"

With a little squeal of pleasure, she dove into the bed as he
held the covers back for her.  Going into his arms, she melted
her lips to his.  Their kiss was even better than the ones
before, as their love and passion for each other just flowed
between them.  Finally stopping for a breath, Andy asked Jack for
a favor  When he instantly agreed, she said, "Darling, when I
lost that terrible bet, you took me in my ass, in my mouth and
finally in my cunt.  Could we try it again?  Please?  In the same
sequence?  Last time my ass and your belly were both so fat that
even your beautiful cock could scarcely reach my asshole.  Could
you try again tonight?"

After some initial skepticism, Jack agreed.  But before allowing
her to get up on her knees, he began to kiss her body while he
stroked it all over.  The roughness of his hands didn't bother
her at all.  In fact, she loved the feeling of his hands,
particularly on her breasts and the soft flesh of her inner
thighs.  As he caressed her body he realized that now she was
nothing but satin-smooth skin over beautifully-toned muscles. 
While he stroked her, Andy kissed and caressed Jack everywhere on
his body within reach.  For her part, she delighted in feeling
the incredibly powerful muscles in his upper body and expressed
the wish that he would break her in half.

Finally, Jack could feel her cunt running freely with her love
juices.  When he said he was ready, she jumped up to her knees
and bent over, elevating her ass for him.  After dipping his cock
in her luscious cunt, he positioned its head at her amber ring. 
Relaxing her sphincter as much as she could, Andy pushed back
hard.  She involuntarily screamed with the pain of his entry, but
then just pushed back harder at the same time he was driving
forward.  The experience for both of them was beyond anything
either had ever experienced.  Because of all the time spent with
the Carlsons, Andy now had a pretty good idea of what to do. 
Soon she was rolling her hips as Jack moved in and out of her
slickened anal surface.  In just minutes, to her surprise she had
an orgasm and then another and yet a third.  Andy realized that
they were the first she had ever had with a man in her entire
life.  Before that night, she had only been able to get off by
using a vibrator on herself.

For his part, Jack had never had such an experience, either.  As
he moved in and out he ran his hands all over Andy's body,
concentrating on her clit and her inner thighs.  At the same time
he tried to focus his mind on inconsequential things to keep from
releasing for as long as possible.  When he could hold back no
longer, they both felt the pulsations in his cock.  At the same
time as he drove forward, Andy pushed her hips back so that he
was embedded to his full length when he began to spurt his cum
into her rectum.  With his cock in violent spasm, he leaned down
and took her tits in his hands and squeezed hard.  By now they
were so sensitive that again Andy let out an involuntary scream.
The sensation, coupled with that from her rectum, was too much. 
Her nervous system overloaded, she had a massive orgasm, and an
instant later collapsed on the bed in a dead faint.  Jack lay on
top of her and felt his spasms slow and finally stop.  When his
erection subsided somewhat, he carefully eased out from the warm,
wet prison in which his cock had been trapped.

When Andy regained consciousness, she found her head resting
against Jack's shoulder while his hand fondled her tit.  She
stretched and then wriggled her body even closer to his while she
just savored the sensations.  After a few minutes, with a quick
movement she moved down the bed and took his now-flaccid cock in
her mouth.  Although Jack protested that it was filthy, she just
pointed out that anything on it was hers anyway so what
difference could it make?  While she worked on his penis with her
mouth, she was caressing his balls with her fingers.  She found
that she loved the feeling and also found that, in spite of
pumping what had felt like gallons of cum into her rectum, his
scrotum was still remarkably full.  Again remembering what she
had seen Kathy do so often, she aligned her throat to take him in
to his remarkable length.  While she did, it seemed that his cock
was becoming even longer and fatter than it had been.  Although
she originally had the idea to take him all three ways in
sequence as a form of punishment, she now found that she loved
doing it.  She was amazed at her new-found capacity to give and
receive sexual pleasure.  In fact, she found that the more she
strove to increase Jack's pleasure, the greater was her own.  It
was a wonderful discovery which she immediately put to use.

Now she concentrated her attention on the wonderful organ that
was filling her mouth and stretching her throat in an effort to
give Jack the most wonderful sensation she possibly could.  She
found that it was even possible, when he was all the way inside
her, to extend her tongue past his cock that was almost gagging
her and lick his balls.  The first time she did it, Jack yelped
with the unexpected sensation.  Finally, when she could feel that
he was at the limit of his control, she pulled her head back so
that only the head of his cock was in her mouth.  She had learned
from the other women that otherwise there would be no taste at
all since his cum would all be pumping down her throat at a point
far past her taste buds.  Again Jack seemed to cum in oceans. 
Nevertheless she swallowed as rapidly as she could and managed to
hold almost all of it in.  Only a few elements of his spend got
past her lips and flowed down towards her chin.  Finally, the
pulsations stopped and she could feel his cock begin to shrink
back in size.  When it did, while still holding it in both hands,
she removed it and tenderly licked it off, finally licking off
the last drop of his cum with the tip of her tongue.

Before she could move, Jack reached down and lifted her up
towards him.  Placing her back against his shoulder -- he had
moved her as if she were a feather -- he first licked his cum
from her face, then lowered his mouth to hers, and melted her
with a kiss.  Although she tried to keep her mouth closed tight,
he forced his tongue in and began to lick at the cum that was
still in it.  Momentarily breaking the kiss, she tried to shake
her mouth free and murmured, "Please don't, Jack!  It will make
you sick."

"Darling," he whispered, "First of all, if it makes me sick,
we'll be sick together.  You must have swallowed gallons. 
Second, to quote a friend of mine -- a very good friend -- 'It's
all mine anyway so what difference could it possibly make.'" 
Then with a warm smile he added, "I am your good friend, aren't
I?"

With her eyes gleaming she pretended to be thinking and then
whispered, "A friend, anyway.  I'm not sure how good, though."

After kissing her passionately and again feeling the flow of
electricity between them he said, "Darling, I love you very
much."  Then he chuckled quietly and added, "Isn't that the
dumbest thing you've ever heard?  After being married for almost
eight years I find I'm madly in love... _with my wife!"_

"And I adore my husband," she said softly.  "Darling, I
particularly love to feel your rough hands on my body.  God, you
feel wonderful!  You are so strong and masculine.  You make me
feel like a little girl, and yet at the same time you're really
making me into a woman.  For the first time, I really think I'm
capable of giving you pleasure, and heaven knows you are
pleasuring me.  It's neat!" she ended with a warm grin.

While they were talking Jack had continued to explore her
glorious body with his fingers.  After working on her cunt and
her clit he could feel her vagina running with her juices.  Then
he said, "Darling, you feel like your cunt is about to wash away.
 Are you ready to take me inside you?"

"Oh God, yes!" she exclaimed.  Then she spread her legs wide and
raised her hips while he moved between them.  Putting the tip of
his cock at her opening, she eased downward just as he moved his
hips forward.  His cock initially entered her cunt to half its
great length.  Then she moved her legs out wide and swung them up
to wrap them around his neck while she linked her ankles behind
his head.  Since this permitted him to get his deepest possible
penetration, she gasped as it felt like his cock was going to
come up through her stomach.  The sensations were so overpowering
she could scarcely talk but she was able to gasp, "Darling, you
feel so wonderful inside me.  Now fuck your wife!  Oh, please! 
Fuck my ass off!"

Jack was moving in and out in very long smooth strokes.  When she
was able to take another breath, she said with a warm grin,
"Darling, you always tell me how you fuck the asses off your
mistresses.  Please, darling!  Show me how you do it."

Jack chuckled and stuck out the tip of his tongue at her which
provoked a giggle that he both heard and felt with his cock. 
What followed was the finest lovemaking either had ever
experienced.  Andy even reluctantly concluded that it was as good
as anything she had ever seen the Carlsons do.  After minutes,
during which Andy had increasingly frequent orgasms, she reached
the peak she had seen Kathy reach every day: She was in
continuous spasm.  All of her feeling was in her cunt.  Sweat was
now pouring off her body and her head was flopping from side to
side.  At the same time she was whispering obscenities to Jack,
telling him to fuck her ass off.  For his part, Jack was trying
his best.

Finally, he could contain himself no longer.  Even though she had
been subtly changing her internal movements whenever she felt him
close to release, it no longer worked.  Now his engorged cock
began to pump his cum deep into her body.  Since she had thrust
her hips upward when she felt him begin to release, simultaneous
with a downward thrust of his, she had felt the tip of his cock
penetrate into her uterus itself which was now being flooded with
his cum.  Although she fought with all her might to retain
consciousness, it was no use.  The raw sensation overpowered her
nervous system in her most massive orgasm yet and she passedout.

When Andy regained consciousness, she felt a sensation she had
never experienced before.  Looking down the bed she found that
her legs were over Jack's shoulders and he was engrossed in
licking out her cunt.  She tried to pull away, but at the first
sense of movement he clamped his arms around her legs.  It
immobilized her as if she was being held in a vise.  When she
protested, he stopped just long enough to say, "Darling, we've
just been over that."  Then with a grin he added, "Besides, I'm
being environmentally aware.  I'm just recycling it."  Then he
said, "You know something else?  My cum is particularly delicious
when it's diluted with your glorious love juices.  Do you want me
to save you some?"  With a cute little grin she just nodded her
head rapidly, primarily to see what he would do.  He just
returned his mouth to her cunt and again sucked and licked up the
succulent fluids.  What she could not know was that he had
essentially stopped swallowing.

Finishing, he moved up to the head of the bed with her beside him
and put her head back on his shoulder.  Then turning his head
toward her, he put his lips on hers.  When her tongue penetrated
his mouth, she was startled to find that it was filled with
liquid which he helped transfer into hers.  When she swallowed,
she found that it did taste good and was quite different from his
pure cum.  Finally, after a series of light kisses, he pulled
away and asked, "How did you like it?"

"Darling, you're right, she replied.  Then with a little grin she
asked, "Would you like it for dinner?  If I heated it, do you
suppose we could serve it as a soup course?"  Jack just chuckled
at her reply and turned out the lights.  In moments, they were
both asleep with her head still on his shoulder and her tit
cupped in his large hand.

The next day was the best the two had ever spent together.  After
marvelous lovemaking to start the day, they found a small diner
and had breakfast.  Then they went to the zoo and followed it
with a visit to an art museum.  As they viewed the paintings and
sculpture, Andy just shook her head in chagrin.  It was now so
clear that so much of what she had supported as art was the
purest junk.  They both learned a great deal and had a wonderful
time.  Jack found he couldn't keep his hands off this beautiful
girl who was his wife.  Furthermore, he found that his feelings
were obviously shared.  It seemed that they each had the same
physical need to touch the other that she had noticed with the
Carlsons.  Repeatedly, at both the museum and the zoo, they found
themselves kissing passionately regardless of where they might be
or who might be around.  That night, after another fine dinner at
the same Mexican restaurant, they concluded that there was even
enough money left to go to the movies at a neighborhood theater
that had low ticket prices.

When they were seated in the theater, Andy casually pulled her
shirttail out of her jeans and unbuttoned her shirt.  After
placing Jack's hand on her tit she just rested her head against
his shoulder and went to sleep.  Since the movie was an adventure
film, the gunfire and excitement at its conclusion awakened her.
As they left the theater, Jack asked her how she liked it.  With
a broad grin she said she had never enjoyed a movie so much in
her life.  After returning to their motel they spent the night
making passionate love to each other.  Their lovemaking continued
with breaks for a few naps until almost sunrise.

The next day, Sunday, Andy again amazed Jack by insisting they go
to church.  Andy spent almost the entire service on her knees
praying -- Jack was sure she was praying for forgiveness, so he
spent the rest of the Mass on his knees beside her doing the same
thing.  After breakfast, they drove to the beach and spent the
early afternoon walking the beach barefoot and just talking.  It
was during their long talk that Andy realized that Jack, too, had
been reading the classics.  It turned into the most interesting
and intellectual conversation they had ever had.  Finally, it was
time to leave.

After driving to the Carlson's townhouse, Andy told Jack that he
could take her truck to get back to the rooming house where he
was living.  When he asked her how she would get to work, she
just shook her head and insisted it would be no problem. 
Following her inside, he let out a low whistle when he realized
how beautiful and comfortably furnished the place was.  Then Andy
surprised him.  She picked up the phone and called the restaurant
reviewer for _The New York Times._  After reminding him that she
had panned every restaurant she had ever visited, she told him
about the most remarkable Mexican restaurant in the United
States.  After singing the praises of the place where they had
been eating, she received his assurance that he would pass it on
to friends on the Los Angeles papers.  Then she told him about
the lovely motel and he promised to pass that on to the travel
people, as well.

When she hung up, she swallowed hard and said, "Jack, it's that
time.  Now you're going to have to do something that you will
find very unpleasant.  But, darling, remember: You swore you
would do what I ask.  Right?"

After reassuring her that he would, she took him to the exercise
room and stripped off her clothes.  Putting on the leather collar
and the bracelets around her wrists and ankles she told him what
he had to do: "Darling, I am forty-eight hours late getting home.
 That's ninety-six strokes with the whip or bastinado.  Then
there's an unauthorized phone call for ten more."

She gave him explicit instructions on how and where to whip her.
The first thirty were applied while she first knelt, exposing her
back, and then while she arched her body over backward for him to
whip her breasts and belly.  She could scarcely stand when he
attached her to the torture frame and completed his bloody task.

She insisted that he leave her still suspended on the torture
frame.  Leaving the room, he staggered to a bathroom and vomited.
 When he left the apartment, it was just after four
o'clock.*Chapter 34*

"Put that medal back on this instant!" Judy Jeffries exclaimed.

 Mike Morris was sitting beside her in her convertible as they
sped north on the freeway towards Los Angeles.  It was the day of
the Clifford & Jamison Christmas dance and Mike was wearing his
dress whites.  With a grin, Judy had earlier made "a big
concession" by not insisting that he wear his sword, too. 
Because uniform regulations require that medals be worn with the
full-dress uniform, Mike had miniature medals pinned to his
breast beginning with the Navy Cross.  However, there is no
miniature for the Medal of Honor which is worn on a blue silk
ribbon around the neck.  Mike had intended to take it off and put
it in his pocket, but Judy would not allow it.

Both of them were looking forward to the weekend.  First, it was
a Firm celebration.  It was a gala because the period shortly
before the dance had been the worst time of Judy's life.  A few
weeks earlier, she had received an emergency phone call from Bill
Clifford who was in Austin, Texas.  He needed to get in touch
with Ginger as quickly as possible on a matter of life or death.
When she first spoke to him, she didn't recognize his voice: it
was as grim as death.  Bill stayed on the line while Judy called
Boeing in Seattle where Ginger was working that day.  On an
emergency basis, the Boeing people located her and put her on the
phone.  After patching the two lines together, Judy almost
dropped when she learned that Ali had left Bill.

The situation just got worse.  The following week Ginger and
Sandy Harris were in the courtroom with Ginger representing Bill
Clifford while Sandy represented Ali.  Ali was filing for an
immediate divorce.  Kathy Carlson and Judy were sitting in the
back of the courtroom holding their breath.  First of all, both
Ali and Bill looked like death.  Moreover, the two girls knew
that it _was_ a matter of life or death.  They knew -- as did
everyone who knew the Cliffords -- that the two people could not
live apart.  They would quite literally die.

They silently cheered as Sandy utterly took apart Jennifer
Clifford, Bill's daughter who had triggered the split, on the
witness stand.  She had called Ali a dumb, cheap, gold-digging
whore.  Sandy established that Ali was a Phi Beta Kappa from the
University of Kansas and graduated number one in her class from
both the UCLA business school where she received her MBA and then
from the UCLA law school.  She also established that Ali had
generated hundreds of millions of dollars in portfolio gains for
Bill due to her investment acumen.  Finally, she established that
Ali had had sexual relations only three times in her entire life
before she met Bill, with the most recent prior event being seven
years earlier.  Moreover, they had been married for three months
before they ever had sex together.

The divorce action ended suddenly when Ginger was cross-examining
Ali.  Previously, on direct examination, both Bill and Ali had
said that they loved the other "more than life itself."  Ali had
been shocked at Bill's appearance in the courtroom and her
resolve for a divorce was weakened.  When Ginger asked if Ali
thought Bill was lying, she replied that he was incapable of it.
After reminding her that he had testified that he loved her more
than life itself she asked, "Ali, do you really want a divorce?"

At that point Ali broke down on the witness stand.  She couldn't
even talk.  All she could do was slowly to shake her head from
side to side.  In an instant Bill was beside her, taking her into
his arms.

 From their perspective, neither Judy nor Kathy knew whether to
cheer or cry.  On the one hand, they wanted to cheer the fact
that Bill and Ali were back together.  On the other hand, they
were torn up by the agony that they had just seen their best
friend and mentor go through.

And it wasn't over yet.  The next morning was possibly even
worse.  First thing in the morning, in the conference room Ginger
and Sandy told the others that they were resigning from the firm
effective immediately.  Kathy and Judy almost died minutes later
when Sandy told them she was turning herself in to the District
Attorney for criminal prosecution for deliberately subverting her
client's wishes.

Kathy and Judy were clutching at each other's hands when Ali
entered the room and Ginger and Sandy slid their letters of
resignation down the table to her.  Kathy was losing her closest
friend, the girl who had saved her marriage and saved her life. 
Moreover, both girls were overcome by Sandy's demonstration of
personal goodness and her love for Ali by going to jail willingly
as a result of the things she had done to save Ali's marriage and
thus her life.

It was all over in moments, though.  First, Ali pretended to
glare at the two women and wouldn't let them leave the room. 
Then she slid Bill Clifford's check for one million dollars down
to Ginger.  Then she gave Sandy her own check for $500,000 with
the promise of an immediate additional payment of millions more.
Finally, she dropped to her knees beside Sandy and begged her
please to stay.  In moments everyone was dissolved in tears and
hugging and kissing one another.  Shortly afterward, Ali passed
out bonuses to everyone in the Firm.  Judy had received $20,000,
an amount equal to one year's gross salary.  Finally, Ali agreed
to pay for the Firm dance out of her own pocket.

Judy was looking forward to the weekend.  In addition to
attending the dance, she and Kathy had reserved a suite at the
Beverly Wilshire, the hotel where Bill and Ali lived.  Moreover,
she was looking forward to being able to introduce Mike to her
friends as the love of her life.

As they neared the office -- the dance was being held in the
restaurant on the top floor -- Judy mentally rechecked her
appearance.  Knowing Mike would be wearing his dress whites, Judy
was wearing white, also.  Her dress was the one that Kathy
referred to as "Clifford & Jamison formal standard": white silk
with a neckline that plunged to her waist and a back that plunged
even deeper, exposing the top of the crease between her buns, and
with a short chiffon skirt that would stand out straight in a
spin.  As a reluctant concession to modesty, she and Kathy had
agreed to wear bikinis although they were the smallest possible
and made of lace.  Because of their gloriously tanned legs, they
were wearing no stockings or anything else.  Finally, all the
girls had visited Henry Hall and their hairdos were spectacular.
Even Judy -- who would admit to being her own harshest critic --
thought that she looked very good.

As they entered the rooftop lounge where their party was to be
held, the band leader saw them.  He signaled to the band and
then, to Mike's embarrassment, began to play the _Marine Hymn._ 
Mike just stopped dead in his tracks in shock!  Although the
entire staff of the firm was present, they only numbered eleven:
Ali and Bill Clifford, Ginger and Charley Conrad, Sandy Harris,
Jack Benson, Kathy and Ken Carlson, Mike and herself.  Joan
Frederick was there, too, but without a date.  Since the place
was very large and crowded at the holiday season, the
overwhelming majority of the patrons had no connection with
Clifford & Jamison.

When they finished the march, the bandleader said, "Ladies and
gentlemen, it is our great honor tonight to welcome one of our
country's greatest heros, Marine Major Michael Morris.  The medal
he is wearing around his neck is the Medal of Honor, our
country's highest award for valor in combat.  Then, on his chest
are _two_ Navy Crosses and an Air Force Cross -- the second
highest award.  In other words, people, the major has four awards
of the two highest medals for valor in existence.  Could we give
him a warm round of applause?"

To Mike's acute embarrassment, everyone in the room rose and
began to applaud and cheer while Judy led the way to the Firm
table.  When they reached it, the other people in the room sat
down but the Clifford & Jamison people remained standing.  Judy
beamed up at him and said, "Folks, I would like you to meet my
fiance and lover, Mike Morris.  I trapped him fair and square. 
Isn't he cute?"

By the time the introductions were finished, Mike's head was
spinning.  First of all, he was utterly dazzled by the beauty of
all the women around the table.  For the first time he began to
understand what Judy had been telling him about the women and
their firm.  When Ali Clifford kissed him, all he could feel was
the most intense and purest love he could ever imagine.  But the
experience was repeated with Ginger and then with JoanFrederick.

When he met Kathy Carlson, her eyes were flashing with joy. 
"Mike," she said softly, "you're a very lucky man!  Judy Jeffries
is the finest woman on two feet and she utterly adores you.  Now,
may I have a kiss?"

He reached out, intending to give Kathy a light peck, but that
was not what she had in mind at all.  Instead, when he put his
arms around her lightly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and
melted her lips against his.  While the flow of pure love was
identical to Ali's, the way she worked her lips on his was not. 
By the time she released him, his head was spinning to such a
degree he could hardly stand.  It was only then that he realized
that her kiss had been pure love with no passion at all.

When she let go, Judy put her arm around him and he realized that
it was for his support.  "See what I mean?" she whispered softly.
 "It's no wonder Ken Carlson is so damned big.  If he weren't, he
would just be a glob of warm mush on the floor.  Darling, can you
imagine love like that coupled with the most intense passion you
could imagine?  That's what it's like for those two day after day
after day!"

Then Mike was introduced to the men who all shook his hand
warmly.  The last person to be introduced was Ken Carlson.  As
Mike extended his hand, Ken drew himself up to strict attention
and gave him the most meticulous salute Mike had ever seen. 
Withdrawing his hand, Mike as meticulously returned it.  Then Ken
took his hand and said, "Major, I am very proud to meet you.  I'm
also so happy for Judy who is one of God's most perfect people. 
I know she will make you very happy!"  He paused and added, "And
Major, you certainly deserve it!"

When they were finally seated, Mike found that Judy was sitting
between Ken and him.  Shaking his head he said, "Captain Carlson,
I just want you to know two things: First, compared to what you
did in 'Nam, these awards might as well be good-conduct medals. 
Second, Carlson's Rangers -- although still only a company --
have been running my Ranger battalion ragged.  And sir, a number
of those guys are the same ones who served with you.  My people
are absolutely in awe of that outfit -- and we're not in awe of
very much.  They tell me there are corporals in that company who
could be senior master sergeants but they refuse promotion
because it would mean they would have to leave the unit.  All I
can tell you is this: My men can't believe that you're human. 
They know how good your troops are!  Yet when they say anything
about it, all they hear is how the unit is just a shadow of what
it was when you led it.  Sir, you could think of it as an
algebraic equation: My men are in awe of yours; your men are in
awe of you.  Where does that put you in the regard of my men? 
All I can say is we would be delighted to have you visit our unit
at any time.  My men would consider it to be the greatest honor
they could possibly achieve."  Then with a smile he added, "I
certainly hope you will consider our invitation.  We're really
very serious about it."

The dance was the best that any of the people from Clifford &
Jamison had ever attended.  First of all, they were the focus of
attention for all of the other guests in the room.  When they
learned from the restaurant staff that the women were all in a
law firm, the people could not believe it.  Then they just
watched them move with the grace of trained dancers and just
marveled.  When they saw them in the arms of their men, they were
awed.

For his part, Mike still suffered some trepidation about dancing.
 He knew he could dance -- and dance well -- with Judy, but he
was sure he would destroy any other woman.  However, when Kathy
Carlson asked him to dance with her, he couldn't refuse.  To his
amazement, she fit into his arms and moved with the same fluid
grace that Judy did.  Moreover, the experience repeated with each
of the other women.

Actually, he had the most fun dancing with Joan Frederick.  First
of all, she was as cute as a button with her dark hair and
brilliant green eyes.  Secondly, she was funny as she pretended
to look up and down his uniform, apparently looking for
something.  When he asked her what she was looking for, she
replied very seriously, "The 'down' button."

"The 'down button'?" he asked.  "I don't know what you're talking
about."

"You know, Mike!" she replied with a straight face.  "The button
you push to get you down to my size."

Mike howled with laughter at her straight-faced joke.  Then he
responded by lifting her up and holding her in his arms with her
feet completely off the floor.  The others around the table began
to laugh as Joan made funny faces while he danced by himself with
her in his arms.  Then he let her down and held her normally. 
Before he could resume dancing, though, she pulled his head down
and utterly melted him with a kiss.  Then she whispered, "What a
stinking shame!  Mike, I'm just too short.  I can't even give
Judy a decent fight."  In spite of the one-foot difference in
their heights Joan still moved in his arms like a dream.

When they returned to the table, Judy was still laughing.  Then
Joan stuck out her hand and said, "You win.  I'm out of the
competition.  I'm just too damned short!"

For the first time in his life Mike Morris decided that maybe he
could dance after all.  When Jack Benson asked Judy to dance, he
rose to his feet and asked Sandy Harris.  As he asked her, he was
looking into her eyes and saw a flash of surprise followed by a
flash of... something else.  As he moved out on the dance floor
he found that Sandy felt the same way in his arms that the other
girls did.  Then suddenly she stopped.  Looking down he saw tears
rolling down her cheeks and then she just shook her head and
cried, "I can't do it!"

Mike looked at her in amazement and asked, "What can't you do?"

"I can't possibly be so close to a real hero.  I feel so filthy
and dirty..."

"Come with me, lady," he whispered and led her off the floor. 
Taking her by the arm, he went into the cocktail lounge off the
main room which they found to be nearly empty.  Escorting her to
a small table in the corner, they sat down and Mike said softly,
"Do you want to tell me about it?"

In spite of the tears still streaming from her eyes, Sandy Harris
looked beautiful.  She said softly, "Mike, you remember all those
antiwar demonstrators from years ago?  I was one of the leaders.
There, in the nice safe, warm confines of our ivy-covered campus,
I was bewailing how nasty our people were being to those
wonderful agrarian reformers.  Then I met the Trang sisters --
and saw the 'agrarian reformers' work first hand."

As she looked into his eyes Mike now knew what he had seen when
he asked her to dance.  It was fear.  She continued, "Do you know
something?  I've never been able to look Ken Carlson in the eye.
Never!  Kathy knows about it, so Ken stays away from me, but
maybe Judy doesn't know, or if she does, she forgot to tell you.
It's why I was the only woman not to kiss you when you and Judy
arrived.

"I'm one of the great shits of the Western World, Mike.  I should
have been destroyed at birth."

"What about Jack?" Mike asked softly.  "He thinks you're pretty
special, and heaven knows he is."

With a wry little grin Sandy replied, "He's a pilot.  I'm sure he
was at altitude a couple of times and ran short of oxygen. 
That's what it does to a guy's judgment.  What in hell does he
know?  He's blind."  Looking into his eyes she began to cry again
and wailed, "Michael Morris, I'm a shit!"

While she had been talking, Mike had ordered drinks for both of
them.  The waiter brought them and Mike reached for his wallet
but the waiter said, "I'm sorry, sir, but your money is no good
here tonight.  You are a guest of the management and we are all
delighted to have you."  Mike thanked him and offered him a big
tip, but that was also refused.

"See, Mike?" Sandy said softly.  "Everyone knows what it takes to
earn that medal around your neck.  Even I know... now!"  With the
pain visible in her eyes she wailed, "How can you stand even to
be near me?"

"Now you listen to me, lady!" Mike said softly but with the power
of command very clear in his voice.  "Do you know what I did?  I
can't tell you the details but basically I went berserk.  When
the dust settled a few minutes later, a bunch of bad guys were
dead and my guys were okay.  The whole thing took a few seconds.
That's basically the story of the two Navy Crosses, too.  Now
let's look at what you did: Over a span of a full week you
planned to sacrifice your professional career and go to prison to
try to save the lives of Ali and Bill Clifford.  And you did it.
Lady, that is a level of bravery and courage I can't even dream
about.

"Look at your appearance: Judy tells me how you're always saying
you're ugly, but its just that Jack's too blind to see it. 
Bullshit!  Aside from having a body that's a duplicate of Judy's
-- and I think she is female perfection -- you just radiate
goodness, purity and kindness.  It's like a halo around you.  You
are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen because of
who you are."

Sandy's mouth had dropped open while Mike was talking.  She was
hearing something that Jack and her friends had told her but she
had never believed.  Now she was hearing it and more from a man
she had just met for the first time.  Then Mike said, "Now give
me a kiss, lady, and then let's dance."

Leaning towards her he took her head in his hands, tipped it to
the side and gently brought his lips to hers.  Then Mike did
something that had been done to him by all the women that night.
He concentrated on conveying his love for this beautiful but
troubled young woman.  When their lips met, he let his love flow
while he gently worked his lips on hers.  Finally he eased away
and held her gently.

Sandy was in a state of shock.  The kiss Mike had given her was
like no kiss she had ever had in her life from a man before -- a
kiss she would have considered impossible from a man: a kiss of
the purest love but with passion totally absent.  Now her eyes
were bright and glistening as she said, "Thank you, Michael
Morris."  Then she added, "I am so happy for you!  I'm sure Judy
will make you very happy and now I'm certain that you are the man
for her, too."  Then with a little grin she asked, "Could I have
that dance now?"

Everyone at the table instantly noticed the enormous change in
Sandy's attitude when Mike returned her to the table.  Later, in
response to questions from Ali, Sandy told her in detail what
Mike had done.

When Mike asked Ali for a dance, she flowed into his arms and he
realized that he was holding a perfect female.  The feeling was
so similar to holding Judy that it was startling.  As they
danced, Ali rubbed her cheek lightly against his.  As the number
was ending, she spoke for the first time and said, "Michael
Morris, there's something you should know.  First, what you did
for Sandy was truly remarkable.  It's something we all tried to
communicate to her but maybe we didn't use the right words or we
weren't persuasive enough.  You were.  She told me that you said
her beauty was primarily the radiation of her basic goodness and
purity.  You sure have that one right.  You know that she saved
my life and Bill's.  Well, you may have saved hers.  Because of
the way we feel about her, Michael Morris, you have performed a
service of incalculable value to Bill and me.

"Judy tells me your future in the Corps is uncertain right now. 
All I want you to know is that whatever you decide to do in the
future, the Cliffords will help you do it.  Okay?"  With the
warmest smile he had ever seen she added, "That is our solemn
oath!"  Looking into his eyes she added, "I'm sure Judy has told
you enough about us for you to know that whatever it is, we can
make it happen -- and for you, we will!"  The music stopped and
Ali took his face in her hands, pulled it down and kissed him
with the most intense love he had ever experienced.  Mike
realized that what Sandy had done certainly had value, because
Ali Clifford was one to the world's most remarkable people, and
she had truly saved the woman's life, and probably Bill's as
well.

As the night wore on, Mike came to realize that this was the
strangest group of people he had ever met.  Then he realized that
it was the women's intense love for their men coupled with their
equally intense love for each other.  Never in his life had he
encountered such warmhearted and constant teasing.  Seeing Ken
and Kathy Carlson together, he conceded that their love for each
other was both constant and incredibly intense.  He vowed to
himself to try to become as close to Ken Carlson as he possibly
could, so he could communicate the intense love he felt for Judy
in the same way Ken communicated his love for Kathy.

Later in the evening, Judy teased Joan about monopolizing all the
men, repeating that she had trapped Mike fair and square.  All
Joan did was to stick out the tip of her little pink tongue and
say, "Judy Jeffries, you're being a pig.  I only get to dance
with them.  You have Mike all weekend long -- and in bed with him
inside you, too.  Do you mean to say you have the nerve to
begrudge me a couple of dances when you have that to look forward
to?"  Judy smiled at her friend warmly and withdrew her
complaint.

The party was due to end at one o'clock.  By eleven-thirty, the
room had largely emptied except for the Clifford & Jamison group.
 Then Kathy looked up and saw the Duffys and the Higgins coming
across the room towards them.  Jim and Mike were wearing dinner
jackets while their wives were wearing formals similar to what
the other girls had on.  Since they had recently returned from
two months on Maui, all of them had skin that was dark gold. 
They were welcomed and additional chairs were pulled up to the
table for them.  Although Jim Duffy was usually the spokesman for
the group, tonight it was Mike Higgins.  While the others sat
down, he remained standing.

With a broad smile he said, "Jim and I were talking this
afternoon.  Since it's close to the end of the year, we were
taking stock of what's happened over the last twelve months. 
Well, the first six months were nothing special.  Now I'll focus
on myself.  Higgins Construction was drifting down hill. 
Although I didn't realize it at the time, when my first wife died
a few years ago I guess I just lost interest in things.  Anyway,
the first few months of this year were just more of the same. 
Then what happens?  Well, we hired a ditch-digger."  He looked
around the table and asked rhetorically, "Now hiring a
ditch-digger doesn't sound very special for a construction
company, does it?  Well, normally that's true.  As it happened,
though, this one brought his wife along.

"What's that do for us?  Not a lot.  All she does is start off by
saving the life of my closest friend while almost losing her own
life in the process.  Then she puts together a contract for the
work we were doing that we hadn't been able to complete in nearly
a year.  She does that in ten minutes.  Is she finished?  Oh, no!
 In fifty minutes, she sells, contracts and gets signed a
contract for the biggest job in the history of the company.

"Then what?  Well, Jim Duffy is so damned impressed that he and I
determine to find two girls as close to her as possible.  We go
to a whorehouse and find Kristin Callahan and Kimberly Moyer. 
Are we satisfied?  Hell, no!  They're okay, but they need to be
improved, so we turn them over to our lawyer.  Of course, we do
that after she merges our two companies.  That only took her
thirty minutes.  We didn't know it, but our girls sold themselves
into slavery to be able to work with our lawyer... KathyCarlson.

"Then we contact Kathy's husband, Ken.  He reads us the riot act!
 First, he wants to know what we're bringing to the party.  I
guess I didn't understand the question.  He explains that Kris
and Kimmie are already incredible beauties -- he sure had that
one right.  But what about us?"  Mike pretended to look puzzled.
"I didn't know what he was talking about.  After all, I looked to
be in decent condition -- for a guy of sixty!  Anyway, Ken whips
us into shape, too.

"Where are we now?  First, we are married to two of the most
beautiful, most loving, most considerate...  Hell, the most
perfect _wives_ God has ever created.  What about the business? 
Well, with Kris and Kim providing the inspiration, nowadays the
highest honor in the construction industry is to be on a
Pacific/Higgins crew!  Those yellow hardhats with the green logo
are the greatest status symbol in the industry.  Boy, if you have
one of those, _you are good!_  What's this mean to us?  It means
our productivity is so high, our costs are about half the
industry norms.  It means that even with low bids we make more
than anyone else on a project.  In a nutshell, we're minting
money.

"The future?  Well," Mike said with a very warm grin, "Jim and I
aren't supposed to know it, but now Kristin and Kimberly are both
pregnant.  If it works like everything else, they will be in
labor together.  We are going to be fathers!"

Turning to Kathy he said, "Now we get to the reason for this
visit.  What have you done for us _lately?_  All we have are
wives who we adore, more money than we can count and the prospect
of seeing the fruit of the most beautiful loins in which a man
has ever been enfolded.  Oh, one more thing: Jim and I now know
that Kim and Kris were wonderful women before they ever met you,
Kathy.  On the other hand, nearly every night Kris will be
sexually or sensually creative.  Once she was in tears after
giving me the most incredible experience of my life.  When I
asked her why she was crying, she said it was because she didn't
get it right.  Then she explained that she was trying to
replicate something she had learned from you, Kathy. _Everything_
she does, she learned from you.  There's one complaint, though. 
I barely survived it when she didn't get it right.  How can I
live if she ever does?

"Kathy Carlson, we owe you all our happiness.  And by the way, we
are going to get even.  You own 16 percent of Pacific/Higgins. 
Kris hasn't done the final numbers yet but let me tell you right
now, 16 percent of this year's profits is going to be a big
number... a _very_ big number!"  With a grin he said, "Now,
Kathy, do you have anything to say in your own defense?"

Kathy rose and grinned.  "Mike, I have only one thing to say.  I
thought these girls were the most beautiful women I had ever
seen.  Looking at them tonight I realize I didn't know the half
of it.  Tonight they are fulfilled as women.  Tiny babies are
growing in their wombs and they both look exquisite and joyously
happy!  All I can say is that those children have the most
wonderful parents in the world waiting for their appearance. 
Congratulations!"  Bill Clifford ordered more champagne and the
celebration continued.

Much later, the Carlsons, along with Mike and Judy, checked in at
the hotel and were ushered to their suite.  When the assistant
manager showed them the suite's features, Kathy grinned at Judy
and whispered, "Ali Clifford strikes again!"  The manager had
taken a full kilo of caviar out of the refrigerator where it sat
on a tray with all the trimmings.  There were also a dozen
bottles of Dom Perignon.  On the tray of caviar was a small
envelope that Kathy opened.  She read it and began to howl with
laughter.  When Judy asked about it, Kathy just continued to
laugh but passed it over to her.  With Mike looking over her
shoulder, she read, "Caviar is a great aphrodisiac.  You four are
going to need all the help you can get!"

After eating some of the caviar and washing it down with
champagne, Judy rose to her feet and stretched.  Then she
casually untied the small cord behind her neck that was holding
up her dress and let it drop to her feet saying, "Come on, Mike.
You have a lot of work to do, so we might as well get started."

Ken grinned at her and let out a low whistle.  Then he said to
Mike, "My!  What an interesting word for it.  That's _work?"_

By now Mike was almost as relaxed as the others.  Rising to his
feet, he took Judy into his arms and mashed her body against his
uniform tunic.  As he did, he heard the wonderful warm noises
from deep in her body that he had come to love.  Then, looking
over her shoulder at Ken, he said, "But Captain, you certainly
know how it is with Rangers?  We get stuck with all the rotten
jobs no one else will touch.  But then war is hell, isn't it,
sir?"  Ken grinned and laughed.

Then Kathy got to her feet and dropped her dress to the floor,
too.  Stepping quickly out of her briefs she said, "Okay, Ranger!
 Off your ass and on your feet.  You heard the man.  War is hell!
 And my cunt is running rivers and will soon flood out the damned
suite if you don't do something about it pretty quick."

With a wink at Mike, Ken uncoiled from the sofa and was on his
feet so fast he looked like a striking snake.  Sweeping Kathy up
in his arms, he carried her off towards their bedroom.  Judy and
Mike both cracked up as they heard Kathy protest, "But, sir!  My
virtue!"

* * *

The next morning Kathy and Ken were wearing their hotel bathrobes
and having breakfast in the sitting room, when Judy came out of
her bedroom still nude.  She stretched sinuously and then
gingerly ran her fingers down her inner thighs.  "Ouch!" she
exclaimed as she touched some aching muscles.  Then she asked
Kathy, "How long did it take you to get in shape for sex?  I'm
utterly destroyed!"

Just then Mike emerged, also wearing a robe.  Coming up behind
Judy he pinched one of her buns.  Reaching behind her, she untied
the cord on his bathrobe letting it fall open.  Then she just
backed into him and pressed her back up against his body.  Mike
reached around and cupped her tits in his hands and listened to
her make the warm, happy noises deep in her body that he had come
to love.  Just then she yelped, "Ouch!"

"What was that?" Mike asked in surprise.

"You pinched my ass," she complained.

Trying to control her laughter Kathy said, "But Judy, that was
two minutes ago!"

Sticking out the tip of her tongue and looking very cute as she
did, Judy replied, "Can I help it if my reflexes are a little
slow sometimes?"

The foursome continued to banter after Judy finally put on a robe
of her own.  They spent Saturday visiting an art museum -- the
same one Andy and Jack visited -- and also going to the zoo.  At
the end of the day they realized that they had had a great deal
of fun and agreed to go out to Maui together during the Christmas
holidays.  That night, at the girls request, the men made love to
them as they lay side by side on the same bed.  Although Mike was
initially embarrassed, it turned out to be a sexually thrilling
experience.

They had a very quiet Sunday.  Then Kathy invited them to come by
their new apartment on their way back to Pendleton.  Arriving at
the townhouse at seven o'clock, Kathy proudly gave them a tour of
the place.  Mike and Ken broke off while Kathy took Judy
upstairs.  The next thing the men heard was Kathy's bloodcurdling
scream.  Dashing up the stairs they found Kathy at the door to
the exercise room just pointing.  "My God, Ken!  Look!"*Chapter
35*

They found Andy hanging from the bracelets on her wrists.  Two
small pools of blood had formed, one below each foot.  They had
formed as the blood from the myriad cuts across her body had
slowly flowed down her body to her legs, then down to her toes to
drip onto the polyethylene below.  Since her legs were still held
spread wide apart by the ankle bracelets attached to the torture
frame, two separate pools had formed.  There was also a small
pool of urine beneath her.  Andy's head was pitched forward with
her chin nearly on her chest.  Ken gasped as he looked at the
girl.  He had seen nothing nearly this bad since he had cut the
Trang sisters down from the scaffold. _But,_ he thought, _the
Vietnamese intended to kill the sisters.  What had happened
here?_

Before he could utter the words aloud, Kathy picked up a small
envelope lying on the floor just in front of the polyethylene
sheet.  It was addressed to her and she opened it.  "My God!" she
exclaimed, "It's to me from Andy.  She says she has received over
100 lashes.  Most are for not returning home at the appropriate
time, but a few are for making an unauthorized telephone call. 
Since she knows how much I hate to beat her, she made her own
arrangements so I wouldn't have  to."  She looked up at Ken with
tears pouring from her eyes and added, "She doesn't think she'll
be able to kiss the whip so those strokes will be added to the
next time!  My God!" she wailed, "What are we going to do?"

"As a first step," he said softly, "How about if we get her down
from there?  Any idea how long she's been hanging on that rack?"

"What time is it now?" she asked.  When told it was almost
seven-thirty, she replied, "This is dated today at three o'clock.
 My God!  She's been hanging suspended for over four hours!"

Ken asked Mike for help.  Together the two men lifted Andy's
weight from the hooks permitting Kathy to unfasten them. 
Meanwhile, Judy had gone to the second bedroom, took the
bedspread off the bed, and pulled down the covers.  As gently as
they could, the two men carried Andy between them to the room and
lay her on it.

Blood covered both men when they stepped back because Andy's body
was bleeding from everywhere.  The only unmarked part of her body
was her face.  There were lacerations on her breasts, her belly,
her loins and her arms.  Her legs had been whipped on all
surfaces with particular emphasis on her inner thighs.  The
result was there was no way to carry her without touching a
number of the still-bleeding cuts across her body.  There was not
a single square inch of her flesh that wasn't marked.

Judy came back with a pan of warm water and two washcloths. 
Giving one to Kathy, the two girls worked as carefully as they
could to wash off the blood and lymphatic fluid that covered her
body.  In addition, it was apparent that the woman had been
sweating profusely during her ordeal and there was a great deal
of dried salty sweat all over her body.  As they carefully worked
with the men watching, the new pain seemed to partially revive
the injured girl.

Kathy was working on her shoulders and chest as the girl suddenly
tried to get up.  As gently as she could, Kathy held her down and
whispered, "Relax, darling Andy.  It will be all right!"

"I have to get up," the girl gasped in a husky voice.  "I have to
clean up my mess!"  Her eyes opened and searched the room,
finally fixing on Kathy's face.  "Mistress, I tried to hold it
in.  Honestly, I did.  But I finally lost control and urinated on
the floor.  I must lick it up before it dries..."  The girl again
tried to rise while tears of sorrow poured from her eyes.

"You're staying in bed, Slave Andy!" Kathy commanded firmly. 
"Now tell me what happened.  Who beat you?"

Slumping back the girl whispered hoarsely, _"I beat me!_  It was
no one else -- just me!  Mistress, I broke every rule and needed
to be punished.  I just made the arrangements, is all."  Again
she struggled to rise and again Kathy held her down.  "But
Mistress," she protested, "I must make your dinner!  I'm not sure
how much more punishment I can take right now."

Kathy didn't know what to do, but then she had an idea.  Since
Andy was still wearing the leather bracelets on her wrists and
ankles, she asked Ken to get a length of clothesline she had seen
in the pantry.  When he gave it to her, she cut a piece and
attached it to Andy's left wrist, then tied the other end to the
head of the bed.  After cutting another piece, she tied it to the
strap on Andy's right ankle and then tied its other end around
the lower leg of the bed.  She made sure there was enough slack
for Andy to move but not nearly enough to permit her even to sit
up.  Then she heard the girl mutter, "Water...  Could I?... 
water..."

Her heart went out to this poor tortured woman, who couldn't even
bring herself to ask for water, although she was certainly dying
of thirst.  Judy shot out the door and in moments was back with a
pitcher of water and a glass.  After pouring, she gave the glass
to Kathy.  As carefully as she could, Kathy lifted Andy from
behind her shoulders.  In spite of her care, Andy involuntarily
gasped in pain because Kathy's arm was across a number of
terrible bleeding welts across her shoulders.  Disregarding her
cry, Kathy brought the glass to the girl's lips and let some
water trickle into her mouth.

She swallowed, then swallowed again.  When she drained the glass,
Judy refilled it and Andy drained it again.  Finally she gasped,
"Thank you, Mistress!  You are too kind to your slave..."  Then
her body just went limp.

Kathy couldn't tell if she had gone to sleep or fainted, but she
gently lowered the girl's head to the pillow.  Although they had
done nothing at all to clean up the girl's back, she and Judy
concluded that they had done as much as they could.  After
turning off the lights they left the room.

* * *

Kathy was sitting in a chair by Andy's bedside the next morning,
reading a book.  Judy, who had driven Mike back to Pendleton the
night before and then returned, was downstairs making breakfast.
Early that morning, Jack Fletcher had called and told Kathy what
had happened.  He was in tears and could scarcely talk.  She
assured him that Andy was as good as she could be but certainly
was in no shape for visitors yet, but perhaps he could see her
late that afternoon.  Sensing some movement in the corner of her
eye, Kathy saw Andy's eyes flutter and then open.

When she moved to get out of bed, she found that her wrist was
tied down.  Looking around she saw Kathy and smiled wanly. 
"Mistress," she said softly, "may I get out of bed to go to the
bathroom?"  Tears came to her eyes as she remembered the events
of the previous evening and added, "I can't wet the bed, too."

As Kathy untied the cords, she asked, "How do you feel, Andy?  Do
you feel well enough to try to take a bath?"

When the two cords were untied and Andy tried to get up, she
screamed in pain.  During the night, scabs had formed on the
dozens of cuts on her back and legs and attached themselves to
the bed sheet.  As soon as Andy realized what was causing the
pain, she just sat up in a quick motion tearing the scabs off her
back, then lay back down again while she raised her legs
together.  Again she involuntarily screamed as the scabs on her
legs were torn off, too.  Lowering her legs, she was again
sitting up.  Then she spun her body to swing her legs over the
side of the bed.  When she did, she almost fainted from the pain
coupled with the wave of dizziness that came over her.

Recognizing what was happening, Kathy called out to Judy who came
running.  Then the two women stood beside the bed and Kathy said,
"Andy, I think it would be easier if you supported yourself on us
rather than us trying to hold you.  Want to try?"  Reaching out a
hand to each girl, Andy pulled herself to her feet.  When her
weight came down on her feet she screamed again.

Hearing it Kathy said to Judy, "The bastinado: It's probably the
most painful torture of them all although it doesn't sound like
it is.  A heavy stick is used to beat the victim on the instep of
both feet.  I think it was discovered during the Inquisition. 
Anyway, that's what it is.  Judy, she can't walk.  It's
impossible."

Moving close to each side of the girl, they each took one of her
arms and put it over her shoulder so the girl could largely
suspend her weight on their shoulders.  In that fashion they were
able to get to the bathroom where Andy gratefully sank down on
the toilet seat.  After she relieved herself, Kathy asked her
just to remain seated and took the opportunity to wash her back.
Judy helped as soon as she realized what Kathy was doing.

Then they filled the bathtub with warm water and again helped the
girl into it.  Gratefully, she sank down in the tub.  Kathy
gasped as almost immediately the bath-water turned pink and then
just continued to darken as so many of the again-open cuts on
Andy's back and legs continued to bleed.

As she gratefully soaked in the warm water, Andy looked at Kathy
and said, "Mistress, the punishment for failure to perform my
duties is two lashes for every hour missed.  I guess I'm up to
another twenty-four about now.  Since I'm really not in good
shape, could you let me work them off at the rate of ten strokes
a day?  I don't think I could make it if I had to take
forty-eight each day.  Could we, Mistress?"

Hearing Andy's request, Kathy's heart turned over again.  The
girl was so sincere and so brutally beaten it made Kathy
heartsick.  Together with Judy, she finally got Andy cleaned up
and even managed to wash her hair.  Recognizing how painful any
movement was for her, they fed her while she was still in the
bathtub.  Finally, using the same technique they had developed
earlier, they helped her back into bed.

A little after four-thirty, the doorbell rang.  When Kathy opened
it, she found Jack Fletcher standing there.  He introduced
himself and she led him into the living room.  After he sank into
a chair, Judy offered him a drink which he gratefully accepted. 
She disappeared and then came back with his, as well as drinks
for Kathy and herself.  Then Kathy asked, "Jack, what happened? 
Do you want to tell me about it?"

When he looked at her, Kathy realized she had never seen such
tormented eyes in her life.  Moreover, Jack looked awful.  It
appeared he had not slept a wink and she later found out that he
had not.  He told her about meeting Andy on the steelwork and
about their date that night.

"Then, Mistress Kathy, I made a disastrous mistake: I asked Andy
to spend the night with me.  When I asked her, I saw something
flash across her eyes that I didn't recognize.  Now I do.  It was
pain.  You see, she knew exactly what was going to happen. 
Because she did, she made me swear to do her a favor last night.
She said it would be painful for me, but bearable."  Looking at
her he began to cry like a baby.  "I don't know how I did it. 
Mistress, after every single stroke of the whip do you know what
Andy did?  She looked at me with all of her love in her eyes and
said, 'Thank you, my darling.' After every one!  As the beating
continued, her voice became more hoarse and fainter, but until
she passed out, she thanked me every time.  Can you believe it?"

He saw great pain in Kathy's eyes, too, as she replied, "Knowing
Andy, I certainly can.  She's a remarkable woman, isn't she?"

"You don't know the half of it," he replied.  Then, very
diffidently, he asked, "May I see her?  Would it be all right?"

Kathy took him upstairs to the room where Andy was still
sleeping.  Even though she had not made a sound opening the door
-- Ken had oiled the hinges so they operated silently -- it was
as if she sensed Jack's presence.  Instantly her eyes opened and
locked on him as she said in the most loving voice Kathy had ever
heard, "My darling Jack, I love you so very much!"  Then turning
to Kathy she asked, "Mistress, if I swear to stay in bed, would
you please untie me so Jack can make love to me now?  I've been
thinking about it all day and I can take him if I can be on top.
I know this is another fifty lashes, but it's worth it to me. 
Please?"

Hearing the girl's words, Kathy almost broke down in tears. 
Instead, she just weakly smiled, untied her wrist and ankle and
then left the room, closing the door behind her.

Looking up at Jack she said softly, "Darling, this will hurt a
bit.  So please... give me a kiss first?  Will you?"  He went to
the side of the bed and very gently put his lips on hers.  It was
not the kind of kiss Andy had in mind at all.  Now that her arms
were free, she put a hand behind his head and pulled his face
down towards hers, hard.  As she did, she mashed her lips against
his and then worked hers softly against his as she felt the
wonderful electricity flowing between them again.  When he
finally pulled away, he saw the most beautiful smile on her face
he had ever seen.  Again she whispered, "My darling, I love you
so very much!"

Completely ignoring the pain and what she was doing to her back
and legs, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
 Jack was utterly beside himself.  It was obvious how painful it
was for her to do what she had just done.  It was equally obvious
that she wanted him inside her at any cost, so when she asked him
to get undressed, he complied.  Stripping off his jeans and
shirt, he then shucked off his shorts and lay back on her bed. 
When he did, he was conscious of wetness on his back from Andy's
blood on the sheets.

What followed was the most unbelievable lovemaking of their
lives.  Moving as carefully as she could, Andy straddled his
body.  Since his cock was already in a massive erection, she just
positioned herself above it and dropped her weight on it. 
Disregarding the pain in her legs, she began to move up and down
slowly.  Knowing her ability to move her body was severely
limited, she remembered seeing Kathy bring herself to orgasm by
just manipulating internal muscles.  While she had no idea which
muscles were involved, she experimented and soon found the right
ones.  Not only was she able to bring herself to orgasm the way
Kathy had done, but she was soon able to maintain herself in
continuous orgasm the same way.

When she could no longer restrain Jack's release, she dropped
down on him to take in his whole length.  Then, when he began to
release, Andy let out a scream of pure joy and fainted.  The
scream brought Kathy and Judy running.  When they burst into the
room, they found Andy unconscious and sprawled on Jack's body
while tears were rolling down his face.  Immediately recognizing
what had happened, the two girls lifted Andy's body off him and
suggested, with warm smiles, that he might like to take a shower.
 While Kathy held Andy's torso upright, Judy ran out for the
little basin they had used the previous night.  Again they
carefully washed her body off, taking care to rinse her
thoroughly so the salt from her sweat wouldn't irritate her
wounds.

They had just finished and lay Andy back against her pillows,
when Jack emerged from bathroom and asked, "How is she?  Will she
be all right?"

"I'm just great!" Andy exclaimed in a whisper.  "Darling, it was
so wonderful!"  Then in a softer voice she added, "It was
certainly worth what it will cost me, too."  With a smile she
added, "Darling, I'm about to pass out again, but would you
please give me a kiss first?  Please?"

After the most beautiful kiss either of the girls had ever seen,
they saw Andy's body go limp.  When Jack got up, tears were
pouring from his eyes as he stumbled out the door.  Following him
downstairs, they found him slumped in a chair with tears still
streaming from his eyes.  When he looked at Kathy, she had never
seen such raw anguish in her life.  He said, "Mistress Kathy, I
would like to substitute for Andy.  I know I'm bigger than she
is, and I'm stronger.  I was thinking that three lashes on me
would be about equal to one for her.  Do you think that would be
fair?"

Kathy slowly shook her head and replied, "No, I don't."  Then she
smiled and said, "Jack, Andy will get no more beatings again... 
Ever!"  Then she smiled and said, "But don't tell her that.  I
have an idea...  Would you come over day after tomorrow?  About
the same time?  I would appreciate it very much."

"Of course, Mistress Kathy," he said softly.  Then diffidently he
asked, "Could some one give me a ride to the nearest bus stop? 
As near as I can tell it's about three miles or so from here..."

"Why don't you just keep Andy's truck?  That's what you're
driving, isn't it?"

"I can't, Mistress.  As it is I will be punished by my master.  I
shouldn't be driving at all."

"It's all right, Jack.  Ken gave his permission.  But why did you
do it?" Kathy asked kindly.  "Why did you enslave yourself to my
husband?"

"Because the other choice was suicide, but I decided that was too
easy."

"Tell me about yourself," Kathy asked.  Judy had been sitting
quietly in the corner just watching the exchange.  Both women had
been tremendously impressed with Jack's behavior that day.

"There's not a lot to tell," he said softly.  "Like Andy, I was
born to a lot of money.  I've been a shit all my life...  I just
get worse."

"But you have a degree, don't you?" she persisted.  "Ken tells me
you're a civil engineer and a very good one.  In fact, I guess
you have graduate degrees in engineering, too, don't you?"

Jack just nodded once and said, "It was very easy for me."

Finally she asked, "How much money did you sign over to Ken?  And
what happens to it now?"

"I don't really know,"he replied.  "Somewhere north of
nine-hundred, I guess.  As for what happens to it, I don't know
and couldn't care less.  I guess I've come to enjoy working on a
construction crew.  It seems to be something I'm pretty good
at..."

Kathy knew that when Jack had said "north of nine-hundred" he
meant a sum of money greater than nine-hundred million dollars. 
She realized that Jack and Andy had over $1.5 billion between
them and had casually signed it all over to the Carlsons.  What
neither he nor Andy knew was that, with Kathy's permission,
whenever Ali took investment action for the Clifford portfolio,
the same thing was done for the Taylors on a proportionate basis.
 Since Ali had been doing very well with her investments, Kathy
knew that the Taylor holdings had already increased in value by
nearly $400 million.  And yet he really didn't care.

When she escorted Jack to the door, before opening it, to his
astonishment Kathy took his face between her hands and kissed him
with all the love she possessed.  His first reaction was to pull
away, but then he felt the incredible flow of her love.  Instead,
he put his arms around her, pulled her close and held the kiss,
doing his best to return her love.  Remarkably, he did.  He was
blushing with embarrassment as he slipped out the door.

After closing it, Kathy leaned her back against it and said
softly to Judy, "He's exactly the same as she is.  He is really a
very fine man who has persuaded himself that he's a shit.  Every
once in a while, he will do something obnoxious or evil just to
convince himself again.  Judy, this may even turn out to befun!"

* * *

Two days later, Jack returned as he had promised.  In just
seventy-two hours Andy's recovery had been remarkable, confirming
what Kathy already knew: The woman was in unbelievably good
physical condition.  After ushering Jack in, Kathy put her finger
in front of her mouth and pointed to a chair.  He looked puzzled
but sat down to await developments.  Then Kathy and Judy went up
to Andy's room.  Kathy said, "Well, I guess it's time to start on
the punishment again.  I think you said ten strokes a day until
we're caught up?"

Remarkably, all Andy did was smile warmly.  Then her face fell as
she added, "I'm terribly sorry, Mistress.  I know how much you
hate to wield the whip, but I do appreciate the sacrifice you're
making."

She swung her legs off the bed and put her feet on the floor. 
Very gingerly she tried to put her weight on them and found they
still would not support her.  Before she could go down on her
knees to crawl to the exercise room, Kathy and Judy were on each
side of her and helped her up.  Partially supporting her weight
on their shoulders, she was able to make her way on tiptoe to the
room and then to the torture frame.  When she started to tell
Kathy where to apply the whip, Kathy merely shook her head and
gave her the wrist bracelets to put on while Judy attached the
ones to her ankles.  Meanwhile, Andy continued partially to
support her weight on Kathy's shoulder.

The girls helped Andy into position on the frame.  Kathy attached
both wrists and the neck strap, then went down to attach an
ankle.  When she went to attach the other, Andy let out an
involuntary gasp of pain as her legs were spread wide apart.  Now
that Andy was firmly attached to the frame, Kathy called to Jack
and asked him to come up.

When she did, Andy began to cry.  "Please don't do this to Jack,"
she cried.  "Mistress, it hurts him more to see me beaten than it
hurts me!  Please.  I beg you!  Double the number of strokes each
day, but please don't do it with Jack here..."  When she saw that
her pleas were falling on deaf ears, she just began to cry in the
most hopeless and pitiable fashion.

Jack came in and Kathy pointed to a chair in the corner.  When
she looked in his eyes, she saw that he was in agony at the
prospect of seeing his wife tortured again.  Then Kathy said to
Judy, "There's a lesson here for you, Judy. _Always_ read the
damned instructions.  Would you believe that Slave Andy is the
third slave I've had and I never did?  It's true."  Looking very
serious she continued, "Actually, it's a lot harder than it
looks.  It seems these new slaves don't even come with any.  The
result is I had to do some library research and that took time. 
But finally I found a book published in 1840 dealing with the
training of slaves.

"Do you know what it says, right on page one?  It says that
slaves are exactly like dogs or cats.  They can be as useful as
pets, but if you don't take charge at the very beginning,
_they'll run your life!_  Do you realize that is exactly what I
let Slave Andy do?  Do you realize that the whole discipline
thing is _hers!_  It is.  I had no say in the matter."  Now
looking very firm, Kathy said loudly, "Well, that is going to
stop... _Right now!"_

Now she looked at Andy for the first time and saw an expression
of bewilderment on her face.  Looking back at Judy, Kathy
continued, "Take whipping, for example.  Judy, it's much too
crude.  And you can see for yourself from her misbehavior, it's
not very effective on Slave Andy, either.  Well, I have an idea
I'm going to try.  Maybe you might even like to help."

With that she produced two goose quills.  After giving one to
Judy, she went close to Andy and began to tickle her ribs.  The
idea had come to her when she remembered what happened one night
when they were in bed together.  While reaching for the girl's
tit Kathy's fingertips contacted her ribs.  Andy had yelped and
jumped in the bed.  Kathy just filed in the back of her mind the
fact that Andy appeared to be sinfully sensitive to tickling.  At
her first move, Andy tried to pull her body as far from the quill
as she could.  But by now Judy was in position on the otherside.

In an instant Andy was squirming in her bonds but she was locked
in position.  She could scarcely move more than an inch in any
direction and could not get away.  She began to laugh and then to
cry.  Andy screamed, "Oh God!  Please Mistress!  Anything but
this!  I can't stand it."

Judy and Kathy were unrelenting.  They applied the quills and
used their fingertips to maximize the torment.  As Andy struggled
to get away from them, her muscles bulged as she did everything
in her power to escape the tickling.  Glancing over at Jack,
Kathy saw him trying to control his grin.

Then Andy saw it and between gales of laughter and tears she
managed to gasp, "Don't you dare laugh, Jack Fletcher!  Do you
know what agony this is?  What torture?"  Again she dissolved in
tears still mixed with uncontrollable laughter and giggles and
pleaded to be whipped.

As suddenly as she started, Kathy stopped.  After allowing time
for Andy to regain control she asked sweetly, "Slave Andy, do you
promise to be a good girl in the future?"

Andy was still gasping for breath.  Initially all she did was to
try to nod her head, but couldn't because of the neck strap. 
Finally, she was able to say, "Yes, Mistress.  I will be a very
good slave.  I will never disobey you again.  What is it you wish
me to do now, Mistress?"

"I wish you to entertain Slave Jack between your thighs.  When
you have finished, I wish you to stay in bed and recover. 
Finally, I am ordering you both to accompany your master and me
to Maui.  We are leaving in two days.  Slave Jack will be coming
too.  Okay?"  Andy agreed but she was bewildered.  Then Kathy
added, "One more thing!  Any mention of whipping will have you
back on this frame in an instant...  And you _won't be whipped!_
Do you understand?"

Again Andy agreed.  As she and Judy were about to release Andy
from the frame, Kathy stepped back and looked at it carefully. 
Then she said, "What do you know about that?  Slave Andy bent the
damned thing.  Either it's pretty weak or she's very strong... 
You know, I think it's her.  I'm afraid we'll have to get a new
one.  She damned near destroyed this one."

Judy looked at it and agreed.  In fact, it was the incredible
power generated by Andy's muscles that had distorted the frame. 
While she was being tickled, her muscles were standing out on her
body in stark relief as she fought to get away from her torment.
Then they helped the girl down from the frame.

Dropping to her knees she kissed Kathy's feet and then Judy's. 
Looking up from the floor she said, "Thank you, Mistress Kathy
and Mistress Judy for trying to teach me to be a better slave." 
Then looking at Jack she winked and said, "Slave Jack, I need
your magnificent cock to complete my punishment."  Then she just
crawled quickly on her hands and knees out the door and back
towards her own room.

Kathy made drinks for Judy and herself.  They sat in the living
room grinning at each other as the sounds of violent lovemaking
drifted down the stairs.  Kathy said softly, "This is a lot more
fun than whipping...  And I think it's more effective,
too!*Chapter 36*

"Katherine Carlson, who _is_ that incredible person you brought
out here with you?" Hank Conroy exclaimed.  "She is simply
marvelous!  You should have seen her this afternoon on the beach
with Kenny and Kathy.  The kids utterly adore her.  Who is she?"

"She is one of the richest women in the world, Hank," Kathy
replied softly.  "She's also my slave.  Did you see her body? 
It's better than it was five days ago but she is still cut to
ribbons."  Kathy then told her new sister of the events involving
Andy.  She ended by saying, "She's convinced she's the
personification of everything evil in the world.  What do you
think?"

"Sis," Hank said, "Instead of answering your question directly,
let me tell you what she did with Kathy this afternoon.  First of
all, I told her that she was Kathy's and Kenny's slave.  As a
result, after putting sun protection on the children, she had to
allow them to spread it on her, too.  She was in tears when she
told me later that they focused particularly on the welts on her
body.  First, they insisted on kissing her cuts.  When she
objected, Kathy drew herself up to her full three feet or so in
height and imperiously reminded Andy that she was her slave.  She
also pointed out that her mother always kissed her boo-boos to
make them better -- and it worked.  Then they put on the lotion.
She said that the children had the most tender touch she could
imagine.  Anyway, when that was done, she played with them in the
water and in the sand in a way I've never seen an adult play with
small children -- _not even you, if you can imagine!_  She was
just so great!

"Later, when it was time for their naps, do you know what
happened?  Kenny slept on her shoulder while Kathy slept
face-down on top of her.  She used Andy's tit for a pillow and
said that all Andy did was gently caress her tiny body with her
left hand while she stroked Kenny with her right.  All Kathy
could talk about was the marvelous feeling of being stroked while
she listened to and could feel Andy's heart beating below her. 
That's how she went to sleep.

"But, Kath, you know little Kathy.  When she says a person is
beautiful, she's talking about the person inside.  On the outside
she could be ugly as sin but Kathy would still call her pretty if
she was a good person.  She said, 'Mommy, Slave Andy is the
goodest person in the whole world!'  She told me that the neatest
thing was kissing her and being kissed and said, 'It's exactly
like Aunt Kathy, Mommy, only maybe a little bit better.' 
Darling, does that answer your question?"

"It sure does," Kathy replied.  "Actually, all it does is confirm
something I was 99 percent sure about anyway.  Incidentally, I
heard something about Jack Fletcher spending time with your older
two.  How did that work out?"

Hank began to laugh and then her laughter tapered off to giggles.
 Finally she said, "That was funny!  Sam just got home a few
minutes ago.  In fact, Jack left just before I called.  Anyway,
this morning he played golf with them.  Well, you know the old
story about the shoemaker's children needing shoes?  Believe it
or not, Jack helped both Sam and Tommy with their golf games! 
Tom says he is a superb golfer."  Again Hank chuckled and added,
"Do you know how he describes Jack's game?  He said, 'He's like
Uncle Ken, only with control!'  What he means is he has Ken's
power and distance with an approximation of your control around
the greens.  Enough said?

"Well anyway, when they finished their round, they had lunch and
then Tommy disappeared to join some of his friends, leaving Sam
alone with Jack.  Then, my precocious daughter insisted on going
to the nude beach.  There, she told him to give her lessons in
lovemaking."  Hank paused and said, "Remember Marie and Tommy? 
Well, I think something similar was in the back of Sam's mind. 
Anyway, she insisted that Jack fondle her little tits -- they're
not so little anymore, by the way.  She is really filling out. 
Then she ordered him to tease her clit.  He did and she says he
got her off -- for the first time in her life.  When she's
relaxing on the beach, she begins to fondle his cock and balls,
driving the poor man absolutely crazy!"

Then Hank began to chuckle again.  "There was one thing my
darling daughter forgot, though.  His slavery to her ended at
three o'clock.  Anyway, at 3:01 Jack stops suddenly, picks her up
like she's weightless, puts her over his knee and spanks the hell
out of her.  He told her that she was being a prick-teaser and
that was both mean and nasty.  Finally, he slipped on his pants
and literally carried her all the way home in his arms.  When he
put her down in the living room, he took her in his arms, gave
her the most loving kiss I could ever imagine and said, 'Sam,
you're going to make some very lucky guy an utterly spectacular
wife.  Just don't rush it, okay?'  Then Sam thanked him for
everything -- including the spanking.  She said that his rough
hands felt utterly marvelous on her body and finally said that
she had never had such a kiss of purest love from a man and
didn't think a man was capable of it, but Jack did!  He thanked
her, winked and left the house.

"Kathy, I don't know anything of Jack's background, but you
certainly know Sam.  She's the one who figured out how you
motivated Ken in Vietnam.  Sam said that looking into Jack's grey
eyes is the same as looking into your brown ones: she sees the
same goodness and love."

Hank paused for a minute and said, "Kath, the bottom line is that
those two are very fine people.  What's going to happen tothem?"

"If it works the way I hope it will," Kathy replied, "they will
have the happiness that they both deserve and for which Andy has
suffered so much.  Do you know that woman is still in terrible
pain?"

"As a matter of fact," Hank replied thoughtfully, "I do.  Little
Kathy was telling me about looking into Andy's beautiful eyes and
seeing her love and goodness -- and something else, back deep. 
Kathy, that 'something else' is constant pain.  I'm sure of it. 
But what's going to happen now?"

"I'm going to try to have some fun with Andy tonight.  Because
the Trangs are out here on their vacation, too, she's been
displaced by them in our suite and in our bed.  Since it's
Christmas Eve, I am giving her to Judy and Mike for the night. 
It may be fun.  Anyway, are we playing golf with you and Jim
tomorrow?  After church?"

They agreed on the arrangements and were ending the call when
Hank added, "By the way!  You just reminded me of why I'm mad at
you.  Just because of one dumb golf tournament, Jim won't give us
any strokes anymore.  And it's all your fault, Katherine Carlson!
 Hell, In spite of regularly winning the Hawaiian Ladies Amateur
I still conned him into giving me twenty-seven strokes.  Why in
hell did you have to go and ruin it?  You impaired what used to
be a reliable source of extra money for me."

Giggling, Kathy replied, "It's about time you did some work for
your money...  And being on your back with your legs spread in
the air doesn't count!"

* * *

Moments after receiving Kathy's call, Andy knocked on her door. 
As soon as she was in the room, she was on her knees kissing
Kathy's feet.  "Stop that!  Andy, this is embarrassing.  You must
quit it."

Since Kathy had come to the door nude, while Andy was only
wearing the unisex bathrobe the hotel provided, she said
cheerfully, "Okay, Mistress."  Then rising to her knees she held
Kathy by her firm buttocks and began gently to lick her cunt. 
Kathy was so startled she didn't do anything at first except
enjoy the entirely unexpected attention.  Then she gently pushed
Andy's head away, dropped to her knees and enfolded the woman in
her arms.  Although her initial reaction was to struggle, Kathy
was very strong and just held her as she locked her lips on
Andy's and kissed her.

Kathy was only testing the report she had just received from
Hank, and then confirmed what little Kathy had told her mother:
Andy was just loaded with love and goodness.  Enjoying the
sensation, Kathy worked her lips on Andy's and probed into her
mouth with her tongue.  As soon as she did, she tasted some of
her own love juices that were still there.  Andy had stopped
struggling so Kathy lowered her hand and pinched Andy's ass hard.
 Again Kathy was surprised.

Andy's lips pulled away suddenly as the girl yelped loudly.  Then
she quickly kissed Kathy on the lips and said, "Thank you,
Mistress.  I am pleased that you now find my ass shapely enough
to pinch."  Kathy just grinned wryly and took the girl over to
the sofa.  To Andy's embarrassment, Marie Trang served coffee to
the two women, as usual, wearing her daytime "uniform" of a large
white bow pinned to the back of her hair and nothing else.

After quickly explaining what she wanted Andy to do, Kathy turned
her over to Marie for a detailed explanation.  She wanted Judy
and Mike treated in the same way the girls had treated Ken and
herself on the first night they were at Kapalua.  Marie told Andy
what to do and then gave her a tiny bottle of clear liquid and
explained what it did.  Andy grinned and slipped it into the
pocket of her robe.

At ten o'clock that night, responding to telephoned orders from
Kathy, Andy knocked on the door of Judy and Mike's suite.  When
Judy opened the door, Andy dropped to the floor and kissed the
girl's feet.  Rising she said, "Mistress Judy, my mistress has
given me to you for the night.  I am now your property to do with
as you will.  However, I hope you will allow me to assist in your
lovemaking with Major Morris."

Judy vaguely knew what to expect -- Kathy had told her that Andy
would be coming -- but had no idea of just what form her
assistance would take.  Following Judy into the sitting room, to
his great embarrassment, she kissed Mike's feet as well.  Then
she asked him to take a shower in the second bathroom while she
began to work on Judy.  He retreated into the suite's second
bedroom while Andy accompanied Judy into the master bedroom and
then into the bath.

After first helping Judy off with her clothes, Andy shrugged off
the terry bathrobe which was all she was wearing.  Then she
turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature and asked
Judy to get in.  The girl did and began to close the shower door
behind her when Andy came into the shower with her.  Using a very
soft washcloth, Andy carefully scrubbed the girl's body and most
carefully cleaned her vagina and asshole.  Then she shampooed
Judy's hair and conditioned it, rinsed it off, and turned off the
shower.  To Judy's surprise, when they left the shower, Andy just
ran the bathtub with water as hot as she thought Judy could
stand.  As the water ran into the tub, she added a bath oil with
a very high concentration of musk.  After helping the girl into
the tub, she left her to soak and went to assist Mike with his
preparations.

When she entered the bathroom, Mike let out a little yelp.  He
was about to get out of the shower but then retreated back in,
closing the translucent-glass door behind him.  To his shock,
Andy just opened the door and got into the shower with him.  For
Mike it was his first look at Andy's naked body since that awful
night when he had helped Ken and Kathy get her down from the
torture frame.  Then he had been so overcome by the blood all
over her body he had not gotten a good look at her.  Now he did
and was impressed by what he saw.  Although the marks of the whip
were still very visible, now they were just bright pink stripes
crisscrossing all over her golden body.  In the shower he
retreated to the corner and then began to laugh at the situation:
he was being terrified by a gorgeous naked woman.  Ruefully he
laughed and explained the situation to Andy who grinned and
started to giggle.  "Mike," she said, "If I promise not to rape
you here in the shower, will you let me help?"

He agreed and Andy began to wash him off in the same way she had
worked on Judy.  This time, though, she concentrated on his
genitals.  After washing his hair and rinsing him off, before she
would let him leave the shower, she tenderly kissed each scar on
his body, licking and kissing the newest jagged scar which was
still showing pink on his otherwise deep tan.  After putting Mike
in the bathtub to soak, she returned to Judy in the other
bathroom.  This time she helped her out of the tub, carefully
dried her off and led her into the bedroom where she had set up a
massage table.  Using a great deal of musk oil, Andy carefully
massaged Judy's beautiful golden body.  When she was almost
finished, before applying musk oil directly to the girl's slit,
she lowered her head and began to run her tongue into it.  After
licking the girl's clit, she began to probe into her vagina.

Judy was on her back on the table when Andy began working on her
with her tongue.  Pulling herself up, she rested on her elbows
and exclaimed, "Slave Andy, what _are_ you doing!?"

As she said it her loins started to shake in a surprisingly
intense orgasm.  Before lifting her head, Andy carefully sucked
and licked up all of the girl's cuntal juices.  Then she looked
up and said with a warm smile, "Mistress, you are utterly
delicious!  I certainly hope Master Mike regularly drinks your
nectar."  Judy was nonplused and didn't reply.  Andy eased her
back down flat and finished her massage by carefully oiling the
girl's body with musk oil.  By this time, Judy was so relaxed she
had fallen asleep.  After carefully covering the girl with a
light blanket Andy went back to the other bathroom.

After drying Mike off, she put him on another massage table and
began to work on him.  Andy loved the feel of his huge, powerful
muscles under her fingers.  When she got to his wounded shoulder,
she asked him to move his arm in special ways while she held his
shoulder tightly.  As she suspected, there were signs of scar
tissue which she worked on with the greatest care.  Mike, too,
fell asleep on the table.  Before leaving him, Andy again gently
kissed each of the man's wounds.

Back in the other room Andy took the blanket off Judy's body
while the girl still slept.  Taking a tiny rouge pot, Andy
carefully reddened the girl's lips.  She repeated it on her
nipples after first teasing them into an erection.  This
stimulation started to awaken the girl, but she remained asleep.
Then Andy rouged her labia after first using a magnifying glass
to examine carefully every inch of the girl's loins and then
using a pair of tweezers to delicately remove a few new stray
pubic hairs.  Finally, Andy took the tiny bottle Marie had given
her and opened it.  Following the girl's instructions, she put
the smallest amount on her finger and then worked on her labia,
her clitoris and then the mouth of the girl's vagina.  Kissing
Judy on the lips awakened the sleeping girl.  While she was still
groggy, Andy helped her off the massage table and then to the bed
that had already been prepared.  Because the sliding door was
open, the room was now warm and fragrant with the smell of
tropical flowers that were blooming right outside the room.  When
the girl was lying down again with her head on the pillow, Andy
placed a white carnation behind the girl's ear and worked another
very small one into her pubic hair.  Judy was fast asleep again
when Andy returned to where she had left Mike.

This time she concentrated on his genitals.  Using the musk oil,
she massaged his cock and soon had it in a raging erection.  Then
she worked on his balls, carefully and gently massaging them
between her fingers.  The stimulation had awakened Mike who
lifted himself up on his elbows to watch.  Andy returned her
attention to his cock and worked to maximize his erection. 
Finally, she was rewarded when a drop of fluid appeared on its
tip.  To Mike's chagrin, she carefully licked it off and said,
"Master, you are ready for my mistress.  With luck you may rip
her apart.  Are you ready, sir?"

When the two returned to the master bedroom, the substance Andy
had put in Judy's cunt had taken effect.  Now the girl was awake
and her loins were undulating as she felt the heat.  Without even
feeling herself she could tell that already her cunt was running
rivers, and she desperately needed Mike's cock.  Just then he
appeared with Andy behind him.  "Master," she said softly, "your
mistress awaits you.  Please make her happy."

What followed was the most exquisite lovemaking Andy had ever
seen.  Mike knelt between Judy's now widespread thighs and she
quickly positioned his raging erection at the mouth of her
vagina.  In just two strokes he had buried it to the root.  After
moving inside her Judy soon began to have a series of orgasms
each more intense than the one before.  Finally Mike had her in
continuous orgasm.  Now she was screaming unintelligibly while
her loins were in continuous spasm.  Her arms were flailing and
she raked Mike's back with her nails.  In a moment of lucidity
she screamed, "Oh Mike, fuck me!...  Split me in half!"  Finally,
after having released a bit of his semen several times earlier,
Mike could control himself no longer and released in a flood of
warm cum.  The sensation totally overpowered Judy who fainted
only moments after his release began.

When Mike regained his breath, he moved between Judy's thighs and
began to lick out her cunt now utterly flooded with her love
juices and his.  Raising his head to breathe, he saw Andy
watching with a strange expression on her face.  With a little
grin Mike asked, "Would you like some?  There's really too much
for just one guy to eat by himself."  Andy hopped on the bed,
kissed Mike lightly on the lips and began to lap up the succulent
juices.  When she finished, she helped Mike take Judy into the
bathroom where Andy again bathed her, washed her hair again and
finally dried her off.  After again rouging her lips, nipples and
labia, she replaced the flowers behind Judy's ear and in her
pubic hair, and then helped her back to bed.  By now Judy's head
was on Mike's shoulder and his hand was gently cupping her firm
tit.  Her eyes blinked once and then opened.  Without saying a
word, she turned her lips to his and the two melted together in
an incredibly passionate kiss.  Andy could almost see the
electricity flowing between them.

When they broke their kiss, Judy stretched languidly and said
softly, "Mike, that was the very best yet.  But, darling, how do
you do it?  Each time I think that I have just had the ultimate
sexual experience but, darling, you just keep getting better." 
Then with a little gleam in her eye, she asked, "Have you located
my replacement yet?  At this rate I'll be ready for the scrap
heap in six months at the outside."  Then she wriggled her body
even closer to his and added, "But what a wonderful way to go!"

By this time Andy had closed the sliding door and the air
conditioning was cooling the room.  Because it was cold on the
floor she rolled into a ball to try to remain warm.  She knew
that Mike was about to turn off his light so the two could go to
sleep when, instead, Judy turned hers on.  Slipping out of the
bed she said, "Slave Andy, on your feet.  I'm not through with
you yet!"

Andy quickly got up and asked Judy what she could do for her. 
"You can get your trim little ass into the bathtub," Judy
replied.  To Andy's chagrin, Judy then did for her exactly what
she had earlier done to Judy.  While she soaked in the tub, Judy
carefully brushed and combed her hair.  Before leaving from Los
Angeles Kathy had taken Andy to Henry Hall.  Henry had given Andy
a boy's haircut flowing back to a duck's ass in the rear.  With
her beautifully feminine features she looked exquisite.  When
Judy finished brushing it, Andy's hair was gleaming with its
natural oils and shining like liquid gold.  After drying Andy
off, Judy put her on the massage table and began carefully to
work on her.  Because of the beating she had suffered, it was the
first opportunity Judy ever had to work on the woman.

As good as Andy was, Judy was far better as a result of having
had much more experience.  Judy found knots in Andy's muscles
that she carefully worked out.  When Andy was lying on her back,
Judy carefully and gently worked the warm musk oil into her very
firm tits, then worked her way down her body.  Skipping her loins
Judy went down to Andy's feet and worked up each leg.  When she
started to work on Andy's crotch she asked the girl to spread her
legs wide.  Then to Andy's shock and chagrin Judy began to lick
her cunt.  Andy objected but was told in no uncertain terms that
she was Judy's property to do with as she wished -- and she
wished to lick her cunt.

After bringing the girl to orgasm and then holding her there,
Andy looked up at Mike who had been watching in amazement.  Then
Judy asked, "Mike, I need your help.  Would you please lick
Andy's cunt?  I want to know if she tastes like I do.  I know
she's utterly delicious, but you're the only person who knows
what I taste like.  Please?"

Judy ordered Andy to spread her legs wide for Mike.  After
licking the girl's slit for a few moments and nipping at her
clit, Andy came again.  Mike licked it up, raised his head and
grinned saying, "Very close, darling.  I'm not sure, of course,
but I think you're a little sweeter.  But she is delicious, isn't
she?"  Then he added, "She's a wet little thing, too.  She cums
almost as much and as fast as you do."

With a little grin, and after kissing Mike warmly, Judy returned
to working between Andy's legs.  An idea occurred to her and she
found that she could bring Andy to orgasm and hold her there
which she did for more than five minutes.  By this time the
natural sweetness of Andy's body, heightened and magnified by the
musk oil, permeated the room.  After letting the girl relax and
regain her breath, Judy began gently to work even more of the
expensive liquid into the girl's body.  When she was satisfied,
she then rouged her lips, nipples and labia, and then, to Andy's
shock, found the tiny bottle that Marie had given her.  When Andy
objected, Judy just arched an eyebrow reminding Andy that she was
only property and had nothing to say in the matter.

At this point, tears came to Andy's eyes and she had to fight to
keep from crying.  She had visions of writhing on the floor in
sexual turmoil all night long while Mike and Judy slept on the
bed above her.  Although she did not know what the substance was,
she certainly knew what it did -- and it appeared that Judy had
used far more than she had.  Already she could feel the warmth in
her crotch and began involuntarily to rotate her hips.  Looking
down she could see that her labia were engorged and had actually
pulled back exposing her clitoris that was engorged and waiting.
After carefully placing a white carnation behind Andy's ear and
another one in her pubic hair, Judy kissed Andy warmly and
whispered, "Merry Christmas!  Darling Andy, you are my Christmas
present to Jack tonight.  And Kathy told me to tell you that both
of you are off duty tomorrow.  Have fun!"

Andy was utterly flabbergasted.  Judy helped her off the massage
table, then held her robe for her and carefully closed it so it
would not disturb the carnation in her pubes.  Before she could
do or say anything, Mike took her in his arms and kissed her
lovingly.  She was initially so startled she didn't do anything
but then returned his kiss with all the love she could convey. 
Finally, Mike released her and whispered, "Slave Andy, Judy
thinks she's going to be used up and shot to hell in six months
or so.  Would you like the job?"  Since he had made sure to
whisper loud enough for Judy to hear, she giggled at his words.

"Thank you, Master Mike and Mistress Judy," Andy said with love
in her voice.  "I'm sure you are going to be exquisitely happy
together.  Thank you for allowing me to serve you tonight."  As
she spoke she could feel the substance working in her cunt.  It
was beginning to drive her crazy.

At the door, Judy took her in her arms and also kissed her with
great love and said, "Darling Andy, go to Jack with our love and
wishes for a very merry Christmas!"  With a wink Judy tightened
the cord on Andy's bathrobe and pushed her out the door.

When she returned to the room where she and Jack were staying,
she was in agony with the fire in her loins.  Opening the door
with her key she found him in bed reading _War And Peace._ 
Bolting the door, she dropped her robe and said, "My darling, I
need you... desperately!"

When Jack entered her, she almost cried for joy.  What followed
was the most exquisite and sustained lovemaking of their lives.

* * *

As Jack awakened on Christmas morning, he smelled the incredible
fragrance of Andy's clean body.  He figured he must have moved
his hand because in an instant her eyes were open and he found
himself flooded with her love for him pouring from them.  With a
smooth motion Andy rolled over to lie on top of him with her chin
resting on the backs of her folded hands.  "My darling," she
whispered, "Merry Christmas.  I love you."

Jack pulled her up on his body and then pulled her head down to
his.  What followed was the most passionate kiss either had ever
had.  Their mutual love and passion just flowed back and forth
between them.  Already he could feel the moisture from her
sopping cunt starting to wet his midsection and he knew he had a
massive erection.

"Before I make love to you, my darling," Andy whispered, "there's
something I have to say.  Thank you so much for what you did for
me a couple of weeks ago.  It almost killed you, but you did it
so beautifully.  Honey, that's why I thanked you as long as I
could talk that afternoon.  I knew it was the best whipping I
have ever had.  I also know it was the most painful thing you
ever did in your life.  Then later Kathy told me that you
volunteered to take my punishment for me and offered to accept
three strokes for every one I earned."  Then she leaned down and
melted her lips on his.  Again she whispered, "Thank you, my
darling."

Moving down on his body, she then impaled herself on his great
organ.  In a few quick moves of her loins she had him inside to
its root.  Instead of beginning to move on it, though, she lay
down on his body and lifted her head for a kiss.  It was another
one loaded with their love and passion for each other.  "Darling,
do me a favor?" she asked softly.  "Please just caress my
battered excuse for a body?"  Then while still lying on him she
began to use her newly-discovered vaginal muscles to squeeze the
giant rod that was splitting her insides.

"But, darling," Jack protested, "my hands are like sandpaper --
coarse-grain at that.  I'll kill you!  Although the cuts have
closed, every mark on your body is still red and is only now
starting to heal."

"Please, Jack?" she repeated.  While she worked her internal
muscles Andy was lying on him with her chin resting on her hands
which were folded on his chest.  Then with an impish grin she
said, "Would you like to know how you can make your body even
better for me?"

"How, honey?" he asked.  "I'll do absolutely anything to be as
attractive for you as I can be.  It's the very least I can do
when you present me with your heavenly body to play with.  What
do you want me to do?"

Pretending to be serious she said, "I already told you how I love
to feel your rough hands on my body.  I also told you that the
more tender my skin, the better you feel.  For example, probably
the most sensitive spot in my body is my clit.  It absolutely
loves the feel of your rough finger.  It's true with my inner
thighs and my tits, too."  Struggling to suppress a grin, her
brows knitted and she said, "Really, Jack, it's just a very small
thing.  I just want you to get your cock to be as rough as your
hands.  Then I'll feel your roughness on the most tender inner
surfaces of my cunt.  It will just drive me wild.  Can you do
that little thing for me, darling?  Please?"

By now Jack knew she was teasing.  He could also feel her
bringing him towards his climax.  Nevertheless, he played along
and said, "Andy, I remembered something just now.  In the 18th
and 19th centuries, when boxers fought with bare knuckles, I read
somewhere that they toughened their fists by soaking them in
brine.  How would it be if I soaked my cock?  Do you think it
would work?"

Instead of responding Andy just giggled.  Since she was on top of
him, he felt the giggles even more then he heard them.  The
motion was enough to take him over the top and he exploded inside
her.  He could feel her vaginal muscles in spasm as they tried to
drain the last drops of cum from his balls.  But this time Andy
retained consciousness.  When her pelvis quieted down, she just
reached back, pulled the covers up over both of them and, with
his semi-flaccid cock still inside her, she just went to sleep
while still lying on top of him.*Chapter 37*

Andy next awakened after nine o'clock, but it took an instant for
her to orient herself.  When she did, she realized she was still
on Jack's body and his cock was still inside her.  She began to
work her vaginal muscles and almost instantly felt a marvelous
sensation as his cock just steadily grew in size while it was
inside her body.  When he felt her movement and then his own
reaction, Jack awakened, too.  As he opened his eyes the first
thing he saw were Andy's beautiful blue eyes focused on his. 
"Darling," she said softly, "Let's do this all the time.  What's
the sense of going to all the trouble of taking your cock out and
putting it back in again?  Why don't you just leave it there? 
Then whenever I feel like it -- which is mostly all the time --
all I will have to do is work my muscles a little bit.  And I
can't tell you what it feels like to feel your glorious cock grow
inside me."

"But how can we move around?" Jack asked, trying to be practical
while valiantly trying to suppress a grin.

"I know!" Andy exclaimed.  "I will just cut off your cock and
balls.  Then I will put your cock inside me and carry the balls
around by wearing a jock strap."  Then with a bright little smile
she added, "I'll even sew a nice woman's slit for you, too.  Then
you can urinate the way I do.  Won't that be fun?"  Then she
grinned ruefully and added, "Darling, if cunts were sized, in
just the last few days of having your glorious cock stretching my
insides -- in both directions, by the way -- I must have gone
from Petite to Extra Large.  And it's so neat!"

Jack was going to joke about trading his cock for one of her tits
but decided not to.  He had come to realize that she would do
literally anything he asked her to do.  Instead he asked, "How
can you talk while you're being plowed?"

With a bright smile she replied, "Darling, I'm just practicing. 
You see, if I have my way we will spend all of our time together
with you in my cunt.  So if we can't learn to talk at the same
time, how will we ever be able to communicate?"  While she was
speaking she was manipulating her internal muscles and creating
marvelous sensations for Jack.

He responded to her explanation with a shake of his head and a
wry grin.  At the same time he reflected on how much Andy had
changed in just a few months.  The physical change alone was
remarkable.  Now she was an incredible beauty with a body any man
would kill for.  At the same, time he realized that comparatively
her physical change was minor compared to the change in her
personality and behavior.  Now she was sweet and warm, loving and
humorous.  And it was obvious that the change was not one he
imagined -- everyone who knew her said the same thing.  It was so
typical of the new Jack that it never occurred to him that he had
changed, too.  He was convinced he was still as much of a bastard
as he had always been.

While he was reflecting on the changes in Andy, she was
reflecting on the changes in him.  The irony was that each
person's appraisal of the other was exactly right.  Indeed, they
were as correct in their appraisal of their mate as they were
wrong in their appraisal of themselves.

Again Andy brought them both to a simultaneous orgasm and then
rested her body on his chest to recover.  When she regained her
breath, she smiled at Jack and said, "Darling, since you're
inside me and I have no intention of letting you go, could you
move up and over so I can reach something on the night table?" 
With a grin and a shake of his head he moved up on the bed
towards his night table and picked up two small packages he had
hidden under an opened book.  He gave the smallest of the two to
Andy and said, "Merry Christmas, darling!  I know it's not much,
but..."

Supporting her body with her elbows planted on Jack's chest --
now he was so heavily muscled and powerful that he didn't even
notice -- she carefully unwrapped the tiny package and found a
ring box.  When she opened it and saw what was inside she started
to cry.  At the same time she said, "Oh, my darling!  It's so
beautiful."  In the box was a plain gold wedding band sized for
her finger.  When they had been married nearly eight years
earlier, Jack had given her a diamond wedding band worth
thousands of dollars.  Now that ring was with all the material
she had unceremoniously dumped on Kathy.  Pulling herself up on
his body she kissed him with all the love and passion she could
communicate.  Then with her eyes bright she asked, "Jack, would
you put it on my finger?"

She held out the third finger of her left hand and Jack took it
in his large hand.  Then, to her astonishment, he said, "Andy
Pierce, with this ring I thee wed..."  Incredibly, he continued
with his entire marriage vows.  By the time he was finished Andy
was crying with tears of happiness.

"My darling, that was the most beautiful, most perfect gift I
have ever received in my life.  Now please, take me to my table?"
she asked.

When he did, she, too, retrieved a little package which she gave
to him.  As she did he could see she was hesitant about giving it
to him -- it was as if she was having second thoughts about her
gift.  Jack could tell she was about to take it back so he moved
it out of her reach and quickly opened it.  He found a ring box
and in it a large plain gold wedding band for him.  Before he
could say anything Andy said, "Jack, I'm so sorry!  I forgot that
you think wearing a wedding ring cramps a man's style.  I'll take
it back and get you something you'll like better..."

She was interrupted by Jack pulling her head down to his and
burning her with the most loving kiss he had ever given anyone. 
Then, ignoring her comments, he asked, "Andy, would you put it on
my finger, please?"

Taking the ring from him she slipped it on his finger and said,
"Jack Fletcher, with this ring I thee wed."  Then she, too,
repeated her marriage vows.  This time she added something she
had deleted from the first ceremony when she promised to "love,
honor and _obey."_  The emphasis was hers.  After kissing him
again she said, "Darling, do you think Lady Kathy will allow me
to become pregnant?  Keeping the baby is out of the question, of
course.  But I've been checking and a child of my loins will be
very easy to place for adoption in a good home.  And I'm sure
Kathy will be pregnant soon and then I can wet-nurse herinfant."

She smiled the loveliest smile he had ever seen and told him of
her experience with little Kathy and Kenny Conroy the day before.
 As she did he could see the intense love in her eyes.  When she
finished, she said, "It's taken long enough, my darling, but now
I know what tits are really for.  They are to provide nourishment
to infants while you hold them and caress them and love them." 
She finished by asking again whether he thought Kathy would give
permission and he just shook his head.

Then he gave her the second gift box that he still had in his
hand.  In the excitement of receiving the wedding ring, she had
forgotten all about it.  When she opened it, she found an
inexpensive Swiss-made wristwatch.  Unlike so many ladies watches
it had a completely marked dial and even had a sweep second hand.
 Jack pointed out that it was waterproof and shockproof, too. 
Although its appearance was very plain -- just a simple black
plastic case -- Andy loved it and said so.  Jack looked at her
skeptically but finally decided she was serious.  She really did
like it.

While she rested her chin on her hands again, Jack realized there
were tears in her eyes.  When he asked her what was wrong, she
just shook her head sadly and replied, "Darling, I think Kathy is
finally figuring out this slave thing.  You know, whipping is
really... sort of crude.  Now she's come up with something much
more painful.  I'm sure it's obvious to you by now how much I
love you and need you.  But now when we go back to Los Angeles
we'll be separated again.  I used to think how wonderful it was
to sleep with my head on Kathy's shoulder.  Now, although I still
love her dearly, all it will do is remind me of what I'm missing
because the shoulder isn't yours.  I'll watch Kathy and Ken make
love and just die because it's not you entering my dirty cunt." 
Then she brightened a little and added, "Of course, we're okay as
long as you're still working the same construction job.  You can
take me every day at lunch."

Jack looked at her and asked, "Where, darling?  It's impossible!
There's no place with any privacy on the job."

"Who cares?  In fact," she added with a grin, "maybe I can make
some money on that, too.  If the guys pay me $20 an hour just to
be naked, do you suppose they'll pay something to see you fuck
me?"

Jack just shook his head.  Although he hid it better, he too had
been thinking about their separation and felt the same way Andy
did.

The Christmas-morning surprises weren't over.  Finally Andy got
off him and stumbled toward the bathroom.  When he asked where
she was going she murmured that she was going to go to church. 
Except for the Sunday together in Los Angeles, neither he nor
Andy had ever gone to church in all the years they were married
or at any time earlier.  Nevertheless, Andy had begun to
accompany Ken and Kathy to church on Sunday.  However, she would
always look for the most unobtrusive location in the church to
stand and flatly refused to sit with them.  For this she had been
whipped more than once until Kathy stopped asking.  Jack, too,
had been going to church since he began living in the rooming
house, so he followed her into the bathroom to get ready aswell.

Because they had very limited wardrobes and both refused to allow
Ken and Kathy to buy them any clothes, when they arrived at the
small chapel they were early enough to be able to sit in the back
corner.  After Mass, Andy kissed Jack lightly and said she would
meet him back at the hotel.  When he asked what she was going to
do, she replied sheepishly that she was going to ask the priest
to hear her confession.  "I would ask you to wait for me,
Darling," she said, "But you know it's likely to take hours!"

"May I come, too?" he asked softly.

_"You?"_ she exclaimed.  "What on earth for?"

"Did it ever occur to you, my darling, that I may have done one
or two things over my life that I'm not very proud of?" he
replied.  "May I?"

The couple went to the rectory and met the priest, Father
Collins.  When they explained why they were there, he took them
to his office.  In spite of his telling them it wasn't necessary,
both knelt in front of him and held each other's hands and began
to confess their sins.  By the time they finished, tears were
flowing from their eyes but they were still kneeling upright. 
The priest just said softly, "Wow!"  Then he asked, "Is there
anything else you want to tell me?"

When they both shook their heads, he gave them absolution and
assigned them penance.  Then he said, "Will you do me a favor? 
You both look hungry and you don't have much money.  It would be
a great favor to me if you would join me for a Christmas brunch."
 When they realized he was very sincere in his invitation, they
accepted with gratitude.

For Father Collins it was a very strange meal.  First, he found
that Jack and Andy were an extraordinarily handsome couple. 
Moreover, they were very much in love.  The oddity was that while
each thought the other was a wonderful person, their
self-appraisal was disastrous.  In spite of it, he found himself
enjoying their company very much.  It turned out that they were
both very intelligent, very well-read and mentally very quick. 
Both were very witty and usually directed a very caustic wit at
themselves.

When they finished and he showed them to the door, he looked at
them carefully and said, "I want to leave you with something to
think about: What if each of your appraisals of the other is dead
accurate?  Just think about it."  With that he gave them both his
blessing and closed the door.

As they walked back to the hotel -- they did not have a car nor
any other form of transportation -- they were talking and
suddenly their conversation stopped.  The significance of Father
Collins' parting comment had just sunk in.  They just walked
along in silence holding hands and thinking about what they had
heard.

Although they had originally planned on playing golf, they
decided it was too late so they went back to their room and then
down to the nude beach.  There they soaked up the sun and swam a
great deal.  Andy had found that the salt water helped heal her
wounds and the swimming seemed to keep her skin flexible to help
avoid scar formation.  When they picked up their towels and were
about to head back to the hotel, Jack took Andy in his arms and
gave her a tender kiss.  Finally he said, "Andy, I love you so
very much!"

"And I love you so very much, too," she replied.  Then as they
started along the path she said, "Why are we having so much fun
together now, darling?  We don't really do very much and we
certainly don't have any money.  So why are we so happy?"

"I don't know if there's a single answer," he said, "but I think
it's because we love each other and are happy when we're just
close to each other.  Personally, darling, heaven is having you
in my arms at night with my hand cupping your gorgeous tit and
feeling you snuggle as close to me as you can get.  It just feels
so great -- particularly after I've been inside you for so long
while you create endless pleasure for me."

"Heaven for me is having my head on your powerful shoulder and
feeling your huge muscles move beneath me," she replied.  "It's
feeling your hairy leg against my smooth one.  It's feeling your
powerful hand squeeze my tit.  It's the smell of your body as I
go to sleep, and it's the joy of waking up still in your arms." 
She looked at him and said, "Jack Fletcher, I love you so much!"

* * *

Early that evening, Father Collins called Kathy at the hotel. 
When she came to the phone, he introduced himself and then told
her that, although they had never formally met, he certainly knew
who she was.  He always noticed Kathy and Ken in church, whenever
they were visiting Kapalua.  Then he said, "Mrs. Carlson, I want
to thank you for your incredible generosity to us."  He paused
for a moment and continued, "Actually, it's a bit embarrassing. 
I'm sure it's obvious to you that we're a very small church and
our financial needs are limited.  Because of your generous gifts
and those of your friends, we have far more money than we need. 
I... I've taken the liberty of contributing the extra money to
Catholic Charities.  I hope you don't mind."

"Don't be silly, Father," Kathy replied.  "In fact, I'm very
pleased that you do.  The important thing is that it goes to a
worthy cause.  But thank you for telling me.  It's most cordial
of you.  And a very merry Christmas to you, Father," she closed,
thinking that his thank-you was the purpose of the call.

Before she could hang up, the priest said quickly, "That's not
really what I called you about."  He paused to organize his
thoughts and then said, "You know Andy and Jack Fletcher, don't
you."  His words were a statement, not a question.

"Yes I do, Father," she replied softly.  "I gather you've met
them.  What do you think?"

"Before I reply, Mrs. Carlson, I guess there are some things I
should say as preamble.  Although we have never met, I certainly
know a great deal about you and your husband -- and it's all
good.  First of all, Jim and Hank Conroy give you two the credit
for literally saving their lives.  Since I happen to think that
the Conroys are one of the finest families on the face of the
earth, that's a very meaningful accomplishment."

Before Kathy could say anything he continued, "Then there are the
Trangs.  They worship the ground you walk on, and I mean that
literally.  I know your husband saved their lives in Vietnam. 
They claim you restored them to life while you were out here
earlier this year.  Since I've known the twins for years, I saw
the change in them instantly.  Those two girls are now joyous." 
He interrupted himself to interject, "You know, it's wonderful to
say a Mass with those two present, particularly now that it's the
Christmas season.  They're small, so I don't always see them when
they're in church.  But now I certainly hear them!  When they're
in church, their voices soar over everyone else, singing hymns of
joy.  It is a wonderful thing to hear."

Returning to his thought he said, "And then there are the Duffys
and the Higgins.  Those four -- in addition to being incredibly
generous to me, also -- are two of the most beautiful couples
I've ever known.  Now that Kris and Kimmie are expecting, they,
too, are utterly joyous.

"Well, what does that have to do with my call?  The answer is
everyone claims you are the reason for their happiness.  And
since the Fletchers are so similar to the Conroys, the Higgins
and the Duffys, I concluded you're involved with them, too.  Am I
right?"

Kathy thought for a few moments and then said, "Yes, Father, you
are.  I hope I haven't messed things up for them, though?"

Collins breathed an audible sigh of relief and then said, "Not at
all.  Mrs. Carlson, I'm convinced that those two are as fine as
you, the Duffys, the Higgins, the Conroys or the Trangs.  Yet
each thinks that he or she is a terrible person.  Both, in my
opinion, correctly appraise their spouse, but they are both
terribly wrong about themselves."  He took a deep breath and
continued, "Mrs. Carlson, is there anything you can do to help?"

Kathy, too, breathed a sigh of relief.  Then she said, "First,
Father, thank you very much for your call.  You see, I think Jack
and Andy are wonderful people, too.  In fact, I'm sure that since
I know them so much better than you do, I have many more reasons
for my opinion.  However, I'm delighted to get third-party
support for my position.  As you know, it's easy to get to know
and like someone very much and so overlook some very obvious
faults.  I would like to take your statement as confirmation that
at least I didn't miss anything very obvious.  In answer to your
question, though, it's been troubling Ken and me, as well as a
number of people -- including some of the people you mentioned
earlier -- who have also come to know them.  All I can say is
we're working on it."

* * *

When Jack and Andy returned to their room that night, they found
a message for both of them.  They were told that for the next
days their jobs were to play golf, swim, and particularly to tan.
 Kathy said she expected Andy's skin to be a warm gold before New
Year's eve.  Furthermore, to overcome their objections about
clothing, Kathy and Ken referred to clothes as uniforms and said
their uniforms for the next day were in the closet.  Finally,
Andy was instructed to meet Kathy at the golf pro shop the next
morning.

Arriving at the pro shop, Andy found Kathy waiting for her. 
While she was talking to Jim Conroy, another man came in who Jim
introduced as Charley Miller, the sales manager for the company
that manufactured the golf clubs she used.  Jim knew why he was
there, but let him tell Kathy himself.  It seemed that the
company technicians are very unhappy to be producing clubs in
women's sizes because they knew it was impossible for a woman to
develop the necessary power to use them.  Since they were very
expensive, although they certainly liked to make a sale, they
were more concerned about ending up with very unhappy customers
who would quickly learn that they couldn't use the very expensive
clubs they had purchased.

"That's very interesting," Kathy said with a concerned look on
her face.  Jim manfully tried to control his grin because he
could see the gleam of repressed laughter in Kathy's eyes.  "But
let's see.  I have a couple of friends here today who came to be
fitted with clubs.  Why don't we go out on the practice tee and
see what happens."

While the verbal exchange continued, Andy just watched.  Since
she had only just begun to play golf, she knew nothing about golf
clubs.  Moreover, it was news to her that she was about to be
fitted.  In their prior rounds, she and Jack had used rented
clubs.  Arriving on the practice tee, Andy was surprised to find
Jack there with Ken.  Judy Jeffries and Mike Morris were also on
the tee hitting balls.  Jim Conroy had brought a number of the
special clubs out on the tee with him.

Kathy took a driver that was identical to the one she used, gave
it to Andy and told her to hit a few balls.  "But this time,
Andy," she said, "really let it out.  I know you've been using a
very easy swing to keep control of the ball.  Now really hitit!"

Andy had earlier discovered what Kathy had learned the previous
summer: Unless she took a very easy swing her ball would fly far
but she was unable to control its direction.  She teed up a ball
and hit it, then did it several more times, hitting it harder
each time.  She found that for the first time, regardless of how
hard she hit it, the ball flew straight.  While she was hitting
her balls, Kathy had repeated the process with Judy, who then did
the same thing.  By the sixth shot both girls were sending their
shots flying over the 250-yard target in the center of the
landing area.  Once, to her glee, Andy hit the target dead center
and laughed as her ball caromed backward like a billiard ball
striking a rail.  When she ran out of balls, she brought the club
back to Kathy and gave it to her with a question in her eyes.

Kathy said nothing to her but instead looked at Charley Miller
whose eyes were now as big as saucers.  With her eyes dancing
with glee she said, "I can certainly appreciate your concern, Mr.
Miller.  And I guess you're probably right.  Neither Judy nor
Andy can really get the full power out of these clubs.  I don't
think either of them even reached 300 yards, did they?"  Turning
to Jim she said, "Jim, you have a much better eye for distance
than I do.  Do you think either of them reached 300?"

"Well... I think one of Andy's was out there pretty far...  Of
course, we don't have a target past 250...  Hell, Kathy, you're
probably right.  The boundary of the practice tee is 325 and I
don't think her ball was within 25 yards of it...  Close, but I
think you're right."  Turning to Miller he asked, "Charley, what
do you want us to do?"

"My God!" Miller murmured.  "Who _are_ these women, anyway?  I
mean..."

"They're pretty good," Jim replied.  Then he turned back to Kathy
and said, "Kath, why don't you hit a few?"  While she picked up a
few balls and the driver Andy had been using, he turned back to
Miller and explained, "Kathy is my sister-in-law, so maybe I let
our relationship cloud my judgment.  I'm sure you're right,
Charley: The clubs are much too stiff for any woman to use
properly."

Kathy decided to have some fun.  When playing golf, she normally
restricted her drives to about 270 yards, having found that the
design of many courses was such that a longer drive just got her
into trouble.  Today, though, she decided to really let it out. 
Miller watched in utter amazement as the very powerful but hidden
muscles on the woman stood out for an instant at the point of
club contact with the ball.  Kathy hit five balls, three of which
rolled into the tall grass at the far boundary of the practice
tee.  Returning to where Jim and Charley were standing she shook
her head sadly and said, "Oh, shit!  He's right, Jim.  I didn't
clear the boundary on the fly!  Not even once!"  But then she
brightened and asked, "But doesn't the roll count?"

Miller just shook his head and said to Jim, "I'll tell you what
I'm going to do.  Since I feel like such a horse's ass right now,
my company is presenting a set of clubs to each of these women --
and to those two guys over there, too."  He was referring to Jack
and Mike Morris who had been using Ken's clubs with incredible
power.

"I think that's a fine idea!" Jim said.  Then he gave sets of
clubs to all of the people.

When Kathy indicated they needed golf bags, too, Andy asked for a
Ping carry bag.  "We don't have any money for carts, Mistress, so
Jack and I will walk -- if it's all right with Mr. Conroy, of
course."

Jim shuddered.  He knew how badly Andy had been beaten and knew
there were a number of only partially-healed cuts on her
shoulders.  Furthermore, there was a Kapalua rule that guests
were required to use golf carts when playing the course. 
Nevertheless, he knew how reluctant the Fletchers were to spend
any money and also knew that they were such good players they
could easily maintain the pace while walking the course.  The
cart rule was not intended as a moneymaker but had been installed
to try to speed up play.  They were soon fitted and Andy and Jack
strode off hand-in-hand toward the first tee.  As they went off
Jim noticed that Andy had a long-legged stride and had no trouble
keeping up with her husband.  Although he knew the bag's strap
had to be chafing the barely-closed whip cuts on her shoulder,
she gave no sign of being in any pain.

In the days that followed Andy and Jack developed a pattern of
playing golf in the morning and spending afternoons on the beach.
 After a day they added early-morning tennis and then workouts on
the weight machines they found in the men's and women's lockers.
After some searching, they found some tiny restaurants not far
from the hotel where they could eat very inexpensively.  Then, of
course, they spent most of the rest of the time making love.  As
they came up on New Year's eve, Jack noticed that the pain he had
seen in the back of Andy's eyes had disappeared.  Although the
stripes on her body were still visible, they were almost
completely cleared up and she now had the all-over golden tan
that Kathy had asked for.

With New Year's eve two days away, Kathy told them that she and
Ken had something different planned for them.  "We want you to
play a different role on New Year's Eve.  You will pretend to be
guests.  We are all going to celebrate at the Conroy's.  I want
to see if you can act like real guests."  They were told that
uniforms would, as usual, be supplied, and that they were
expected at the Conroy's at six o'clock.

On the afternoon of December 31, they cut their time at the beach
short and returned to their small room.  They took turns
preparing each other by taking a shower together and carefully
washing each other.  Then they took turns giving each other
massages with Jack carefully working musk oil into Andy's body. 
When he finished and kissed her, he savored her wonderful fresh
and clean fragrance.  Standing back from the table he just looked
down at her as she lay on her back with her eyes closed.  That
afternoon on the beach Andy had used a pair of tweezers carefully
to pull out a few stray hairs from her loins.  She was now
utterly exquisite.  Even her pubic hair had been bleached by the
sun to the same gold as the hair on her head.  He had never seen
a more beautiful woman in his life!

Andy's uniform for the night was a white sleeveless silk dress
that fit her body like a glove.  With it she had a beaded white
cashmere sweater.  The only other things she wore were a tiny
white lace bikini and white pumps.  She laughed as she initially
rocked on the heels.  It was the first time she had worn heels in
months and at first it felt as if she were on stilts.  Jack wore
grey slacks, a blue blazer that was custom-tailored to his new
shape, a blue shirt and a striped tie.  When they were about to
leave their room, he said softly, "My darling, I have never seen
you look so beautiful!  Andy Pierce, you are the love of my
life."

Her eyes were glowing with love as she looked up at Jack.  With
her high heels coupled with her height she was very close to his
size.  Leaning forward she cocked her head and raised her lips to
his.  He just leaned forward, and sensing what Andy wanted, kept
his hands at his sides as their lips met in the most loving and
sensual kiss either had ever had.  When they eased away, she
said, "My darling, I have never seen you look so handsome!  Jack
Fletcher, you are the love of my life."  With a wink at each
other they left the room and walked over to the Conroy's.  Andy
was carrying a shopping bag in her hand.

Arriving at the Conroy's, the door was opened by Celeste Trang
wearing her large white bow and nothing else.  Almost instantly
Hank Conroy came out to the hall.  When she greeted them, Andy
gave Hank a gaily-wrapped box.  "Mrs. Conroy, it is very gracious
of you to invite us into your home.  Please accept this small
token in appreciation for your hospitality."

Hank looked at the girl and was dazzled by her beauty. _*Exactly*
like Kathy,_ she thought.  Then she opened the package and found
a box of the most expensive chocolates made.  Knowing that the
Fletchers had no money, she wondered if Kathy had bought them.

Just then little Kathy came running around the corner into the
hallway.  Seeing her, Andy dropped to her knees and the little
girl yelped, "Aunt Andy!" and ran to her with her arms
outstretched.  Andy took the little girl into her arms and hugged
her, but that wasn't nearly enough for Kathy.  The little girl
wrapped her arms around Andy's neck and proceeded to kiss her
with all of the considerable love she possessed.  Andy could feel
the love and goodness and purity of the little girl just flow
through her.  Finally Kathy released her hold and moved away
saying softly, "I love you, Aunt Andy, very much!"

"But Kathy," Andy asked, genuinely shocked, "What's this 'Aunt
Andy' stuff.  You know I'm just a slave, darling."

The little girl just shook her head stubbornly and said, "No, you
are not!"  Then as she looked at Andy the woman could see the
love filling the little girl's eyes as she continued, "I can't
call you Miss Pierce.  That's awful!  And I love you so very
much, won't you please be my aunt?  I only have one, you know,
and that's Aunt Kathy.  Since I love you as much as I love her,
won't you please be my aunt, too?"  Andy was stunned at the
little girl's words.  All she could do was slowly shake her head
in negation.  Then she saw little Kathy's eyes fill with tears
and she began to cry.  Her weeping was so sorrowful it almost
broke Andy's heart.  What the little girl said through her tears
finished it: "Don't you love me at all?  I love you so very
much..."

"Oh my darling Kathy," Andy exclaimed, "I adore you!  I love you
so very, very much..."

"Well, why can't you be my aunt, then?" the girl stammered
through her tears.

Looking up, Andy saw Hank standing behind her daughter with the
warmest smile she had ever seen.  Hank was rapidly nodding her
head up and down and silently formed the word, please, with her
lips.

"Oh, Kathy, I would love to be your aunt, my darling!"  Andy was
so moved she could hardly speak.  But then she reached into the
bag beside her and took out a lovely very soft little stuffed
animal and gave it to her saying, "Kathy, this is Snuffles.  He
wants to sleep with you."  Then she looked into the little girl's
eyes and said, "Darling, nothing gave me more pleasure than
having you take a nap on my body.  Well, Honey, that's what
Snuffles wants to do, too.  He wants to sleep on your body.  Will
you let him?"

With her eyes as wide as saucers, Kathy took the animal and
hugged it while her tears dried on her cheeks.  "He's so soft and
nice!" she exclaimed.  Then turning to her mother she said,
"Mommy, can Snuffles sleep with me?  He'll feel so warm and nice
on my chest when I hug him.  Can he, Mommy?"  There were tears in
the corners of Hank's eyes as she said that of course he could
sleep with her.

While Andy was talking to Kathy, little Kenny appeared.  When she
released his baby sister, he, too, ran to Andy and kissed her. 
When he moved back a little, his eyes were wide as he asked with
tears at their corners, "Could you be my aunt, too?  Would you be
my Aunt Andy?"

Andy's head was reeling from the behavior of the small children.
All she could think to do was to reply, "Oh, Kenny, that's the
nicest thing you could ever say.  I would love to be your aunt,
too!"  Then she kissed him and was amazed as he worked his small
lips on hers, just trying to pour out the love he felt for his
new aunt.  Andy was almost overcome.  Then she went back into her
shopping bag.  For him she had a beautiful little scale model of
a construction back-hoe.  Everything on it worked and it was a
small masterpiece of precision.  The little boy said it was the
most beautiful toy he had ever had and he ran off to show it to
his father.

Hank was left alone in the hallway with the Fletchers.  With the
small children out of earshot, she said softly, "Welcome Andy!" 
Then she smiled warmly and asked, "Will my brand-new sister give
me a kiss?  You're only the second living relative I have, and I
couldn't be happier."  Very shyly Andy moved closer and Hank took
her into her arms.  The kiss the woman gave her almost knocked
her out.  It was the same pure love she had felt from the
children, but with a level of power and intensity they couldn't
match.  Even though there was no passion in it, Andy found that
she had to wrap her arms around her new sister to keep from
falling down.  As she returned Hank's kiss, she tried to
communicate the tremendous love she felt for this incredible
family.  Her kiss had the same power and effect on Hank that
Hank's kiss had had on her.  When they finally eased away, all
Hank could say was, "Wow!"  Now she doubted her original idea
regarding the source of the money for the gifts, so she asked
them where the money for the gifts had come from.  Andy said only
that every business had unpleasant jobs that no one liked to do.
She and Jack had traded some time for the little gifts.

As they moved into the living room, Hank found herself feeling
very humble in the presence of this incredible woman.  When they
entered, Kathy and Ken rose to their feet and greeted them. 
Playing a little game, Hank said, "Andy I guess you haven't seen
your sister, Kathy, in a long time.  Wouldn't you like to
appropriately greet your sister, Kathy Carlson?  Kathy, do you
remember Andy?  I guess you two were separated when you were both
still very young."

Andy's head was utterly reeling.  Then Kathy took her into her
arms and kissed her.  If Hank's kiss conveyed the purest love,
Kathy's did too, but at a level of power that almost caused her
to pass out.  Softly she whispered, "Andy, I thought I had lost
you forever!  I can't tell you how wonderful I feel now that
you're back."

With her arms around Kathy's neck, Andy returned the kiss.  Her
kiss was like nothing Kathy could ever remember.  Previously, she
thought that no one could express pure love the way Ali Clifford
did, but after Andy's kiss she was no longer sure.  Then she
greeted Jack Fletcher after he had shaken hands with Ken.

Then the older Conroy children entered the room.  Instead of
shaking hands, Samantha immediately went into Jack's arms and
kissed him with all the love she could communicate.  When she
released him, she said softly, "I love you, Uncle Jack.  And
thank you for the spanking."  She lightly touched her bottom,
winced and added, "I still can't sit comfortably, even though it
happened a week ago.  But I certainly deserved it."

Sam looked utterly beautiful in a white dress.  Kathy noticed
that Hank's comment was certainly correct: While Sam hadn't
completely filled out on top, she was very close.  The rest of
her body was already beautifully feminine.

"Uncle Jack?" he asked.  "Where on earth did that come from? 
What could you possibly see in a slave?"

"The same thing my brother and sister see in your wife," Sam
replied softly.  "Since she's now my mother's sister, won't you
be my father's second brother?"  Then she grinned and added,
"This is really neat, you know.  Just six months ago we had no
relatives at all.  Now we have two aunts and two uncles -- the
finest people the good Lord ever put on this earth, too!"

Jack was utterly stunned at her words.  They just did not
compute.  But then he reached into his pocket, brought out a
small, gaily-wrapped little box, and said, "Sam, this is a peace
offering.  I am truly sorry I spanked you.  I could have hurt you
badly and I would rather cut off my arm than have that happen!" 
The others in the room were watching the exchange.  Again there
was confirmation of what a wonderful person Jack Fletcher had
become, regardless of what he may have been earlier.

Holding the box in both hands Sam just looked up at him and said,
"Uncle Jack, I wish you had beaten my buns off completely!  What
I made you do was utterly disgraceful.  I deserved everything you
gave me and far more besides."  The smile she then gave him was
the warmest Jack had ever seen in his life, as she added, "So
there's no need for any peace offering except for what I should
do for you."

Jack just shook his head, took the girl back into his arms and
burned her with another kiss of the purest love.  Then he said,
"Okay, then it's not a peace offering.  It's a gift for a
beautiful niece I never knew I had.  Your aunt and I didn't give
you a present for Christmas, you know."  Then he smiled and said,
"Please open it, Sam."

Sam carefully unwrapped the box and opened it.  When she reached
inside she took out a remarkably heavy gold circle pin.  "Oh my
God!" she exclaimed.  "It's so beautiful!"  Then with tears
starting to flow she added, "It's the first piece of adult
jewelry I've ever had in my life."

With a little smile Jack ran his fingers lightly over her filling
breasts and said, "It's appropriate, darling.  You are nearly a
woman now, so I don't think it's too soon."  Sam's slim body
writhed as she savored the feeling of his fingers, even if they
were outside her dress.

When she showed it to her mother, Hank took it out of the box and
looked at it carefully.  When she did she realized that it was
18-carat gold and very heavy -- it was worth nearly $1,000 for
its gold content alone.  Looking up at Jack, tears began to flow
from her beautiful eyes.  Carefully putting it back in its box
she tried to give it back to him.  He refused to accept it
saying, "Hank, isn't that what aunts and uncles are for?  To
spoil their nieces and nephews?"  Then he looked hopeful and
added, "I hope... I hope Sam likes it.  Andy helped me pick it
out and she has exquisite taste..."

"It's utterly spectacular!" Hank exclaimed.  Then she went to
Jack and burned him with a kiss of purest love also.  When they
parted, Jim was standing with his hand outstretched and welcomed
his new brother.  Ken shook hands and embraced him as well.  As
they went to take seats, Andy's and Jack's heads were both
reeling.  Their negative self-appraisals had just received
massive shocks.

When they were all seated and drinks had been served, Kathy
changed roles.  Although she had no idea what the Conroy children
were going to do, their behavior certainly assisted her project.
She said, "Fletchers, you are creating problems for us.  You see,
we believe that, regardless of what you may have been before,
today you are two of the nicest people in the world.  The problem
is that while each of you perceives the other as being wonderful,
you just think of yourself as being a shit."  Turning to Andy she
asked, "Andy, what do you think of yourself?"

Sitting up straight in her chair she replied, "I am a shit. 
However, I am becoming a reasonably competent slave."  Then with
her eyes bright she asked, "Mistress, may I become pregnant?" 
She then explained about putting the child out for adoption and
becoming a wet-nurse for Kathy's children who she was sure would
soon appear.  She concluded by saying, "Although I am a rotten
person, my tits are round and firm.  I think -- I hope -- that my
milk will flow freely and be rich enough for your baby.  Will you
let me nurse your infant at my tit?"  Listening to the woman
Kathy almost broke down.  The girl was so beautiful and so good,
but even after Kathy and Kenny's kisses, could not -- or would
not -- see the truth about herself.

Ken then repeated the same process with Jack and got essentially
the same reaction.  Finally Kathy just shook her head and said,
"What will it take to get you to change your minds?  How about
someone else's opinion?  For example, Andy, what do you suppose
Kristin Higgins thinks of you?  The first time we met, you told
me how you tried to destroy her... to utterly degrade her in the
presence of her husband.  What do you suppose she thinks ofyou?"

"If she had an ounce of sense she would hate me," Andy said.  "On
the other hand she's such a wonderfully warm and loving person, I
don't think Kris Higgins is capable of hating anyone, so I guess
she would just dislike me.  I know I disgust her."

Kathy just nodded and said, "Why don't we ask?  They stopped in
on the way to another party."  She called out, "Kris?"

The Higgins and the Duffys came into the room.  The four all
looked utterly magnificent and then Kathy told Andy that both
women were expecting babies.  Andy and Jack had risen to their
feet when the couples entered the room.  Hearing about the
expected event, Andy went to Kris, very tentatively extended her
hand and said, "Mrs. Higgins, that's the most wonderful news I've
ever heard!  Having gotten to know both of you, at least a
little, I'm sure you will have the most beautiful children in the
world.  Will you accept my congratulations?" she asked
diffidently.

Kris hadn't seen Andy since the night at Kathy's apartment.  Now
she extended both hands, took the girl's hands in her own, and
just looked.  "Wow!" she exclaimed softly.  "Andy Pierce, you are
utterly incredible!  If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I
would never have believed it.  Lady, you are magnificent!"  Then
to Andy's utter amazement Kris took her in her arms and kissed
her.  The kiss was tentative at first but then the love just
flowed between the two women.  When they separated, Kris's eyes
were wide and she just looked deeply into Andy's.  All she saw
was goodness, purity and love.  Shaking her head slowly she said,
"Someone is a miracle-worker.  Kathy, I don't know if it's you or
if it's Andy...  Maybe it's both of you.  But this woman is now
utterly perfect!"

Andy just slowly shook her head in bewildered negation.  While
she was still befuddled, Kimberly Duffy did the same thing, had
the identical reaction and said so.  It was such a shock to Andy
she almost fell down into her chair instead of sitting down. 
Then Kathy said, "Okay, that's the reaction from people who
haven't seen you in months.  There's something more we'll get to
in a minute.  Unfortunately the Higgins and Duffys have to leave
now."  Andy and Jack diffidently congratulated both couples on
their expected babies.  They were surprised when their
congratulations were very warmly received.  Then goodbyes were
exchanged, along with best wishes for the new year.

When the couples left, the others returned to the living room. 
While they had been gone, Jim had brought a TV with a VCR into
the room and set it up.  Returning to their seats, Kathy just
looked first at Andy, then at Jack and back again.  Finally she
said, "Andy, maybe that made an impression.  I hope so."  Turning
to Jack she said, "Now we're going to look at a videotape. 
Before we do, though, you need one bit of background.  You see,
this summer I met Samantha Conroy for the first time.  She was
the one who figured out how it was I could inspire Ken when he
was in Vietnam.  Honestly, I was skeptical for a long time but
finally I guess I have accepted it.  The point is, though, that
Sam figured it out within about ten minutes of meeting me for the
first time.

"Incidentally, Hank gave Jim a video camera for Christmas. 
Fortunately for us, she gave it to him ahead of time so he could
practice using it before Christmas morning.  Anyway, he made the
tape we're going to see."

Although it wasn't necessary, Jim dimmed the lights in order to
concentrate everyone's attention on the television screen.  He
hit the play button and the tape began to roll.  The first scene
had been shot in the kitchen of the Conroy house and it showed
little Kathy running to her mother.  The tape had been made the
day Andy had been baby sitting for Kathy and Kenny.  They watched
as the little girl said that Andy was "the goodest person in the
whole world!"  Then it showed the two children telling their
mother how wonderful Andy had been with them.  Kathy spoke of
sleeping on Andy's chest using her wonderful tit for a pillow and
falling asleep while she could feel and hear the woman's heart
beating beneath her.

Little Ken told of sleeping on her shoulder and the wonderfully
loving kisses she had given him.  "They're almost better than
yours, Mommy," he declared.

There was a break in the action and then the next scene showed
Sam with Jack kissing him goodbye.  Then she said, "Mom, he's as
good as Uncle Ken!"  Then she told what she had forced him to do
and how at 3:01 he had taken her over his knee and spanked her
hard.  "It hurt so much, Mom, but felt so good!  I was such an
awful little shit torturing him the way I did.  He played along
as long as he had to, then spanked me and told me never to be a
prick-teaser.  Mom, I learned a valuable lesson.  But then when
he kissed me...  He is loaded with the same purity, goodness and
love that Aunt Kathy is.  Would you believe a man could kiss with
pure love?  No sex, just pure love.  But that's what it was
like."  Then Sam looked at her mother and asked, "Why can't he
see it?  Why does he think he's a rotten person?  He's at least
as good as Dad or Uncle Ken!"  There was a pause and she added,
"And you know how much I love...  No!  Adore! ...them."  The tape
ended and Jim Conroy turned the lights up.

The first thing Kathy did when the room lights came up was to
look at Andy and Jack.  They each had an arm around the other's
shoulder.  They were shaking their heads and tears were streaming
from their eyes, as Kathy said softly, "Now do you believe?  Andy
Pierce, you asked me to help you change.  I don't know if I did
anything, but you certainly did."  She repeated, "Do you believe
it now?"

Andy and Jack had been sitting side by side.  Now they turned and
held each other tightly.  They were just hugging one another for
dear life.  Then Jack moved away just enough to bring his lips to
Andy's.  The two kissed in the most passionate, most loving kiss
anyone in the room had ever seen.  Finally they parted just
enough to be able to look into each other's eyes and Jack said,
"My darling, I've been trying to tell you what a wonderful person
you are!"

"And Jack, I've been trying to tell you the same thing!" she
replied.  Suddenly she began to cry and said through her tears,
"Father Collins!  That's what he was trying to tell us, too,
wasn't it!"  Looking at Jack with her head shaking she said,
"Darling, do you mean I'm not so bad anymore?"

"No, sweetheart," he replied, "I mean to tell you that you are
wonderful!  You are sweet and loving and considerate...  Darling,
you are adorable!"

Then Kathy looked at Andy and said, "When you came to me that
first day, did you ask me to try to get you as close in
appearance to me as was possible?  I think you said it would be
the ultimate challenge.  Is that right?"  When Andy slowly nodded
her head, Kathy grinned and said, "I've got news for you, turkey!
 Do you like that dress you're wearing?  Does it fit you well?"

"It's absolutely beautiful, Kathy," Andy replied.  "And I'm being
very careful of it so you can take it back tomorrow."

"If I take it back -- and I won't -- it won't go to a store. 
Instead it will just go back to my closet... _where it came
from!_  Andy Pierce, that dress is mine.  And to be honest it
fits you even better than it fits me."  Turning to Jack she said,
"Ken tried to do the same thing with you but it didn't work. 
Your shoulders are even larger than his and your waist is enough
smaller that his trousers would be too loose on you."  Then with
a grin she asked, "Now are you satisfied?  Both of you?"

They just nodded dumbly.  Then Hank told Kathy about the gifts
Jack and Andy had brought with them and how she had paid for
them.  With tears flowing from her eyes, she said, "Katherine
Carlson, you challenged them to behave like real guests.  Well,"
she declared, "They failed! _No one_ -- not even you -- is as
thoughtful as they are.  Just look at Kathy and Kenny:  Neither
of them has put down his gift yet!  They utterly adore them. 
And, of course, they adore the people who brought them.  Sam's
pin is out of this world!  And as for me, I've already gained
five pounds just _looking_ at the gorgeous candy they brought me!
 And expensive?  That stuff costs more for a single piece than
any other kind costs by the pound!  And Andy worked for it.  I
don't know exactly what she did, but knowing her, you could bet
your last cent the work she did was very unpleasant."

Kathy just nodded her head.  Tears were still in the corners of
her eyes from the story Hank had just told.  Then to the couple
she said, "Now, do you believe me?  Can you start the new year on
a new basis?  The basis that Jack Fletcher and Andy Pierce are
really very fine people?  Can you?"  The two finally nodded their
heads.

The evening turned into the finest New Year's Eve party ever. 
They ate a marvelous meal, played funny games and danced.  When
Jack danced with Sam, she melted into his arms.  She yelped and
jumped when he pinched her ass at the end.  Ruefully she rubbed
it and said, "Uncle Jack, it's still pretty sore from the last
time."  Then with a little grin she added, "But I'm delighted
that you think my ass is already shapely enough for you to
pinch."  He winked at her and gave her a very light spank.  She
winked back and gave her ass a sexy little wiggle.

At the stroke of midnight Andy was in Jack's arms in the most
passionate and loving kiss of their lives.  The electricity just
flowed between them.  Still later, as they were sitting around
the kitchen table drinking coffee, Kathy told them of the plans
for the future.  "You two are going to New York.  Andy, there's
an apartment there that I'm interested in -- your old one.  I
want it completely redecorated for our visit in a few months."

Then Ken said, "Jack, you go too.  Right now Argus Construction
is a subsidiary of Pacific/Higgins.  We're thinking of merging
it.  Before we do, though, it needs to be shaped up.  After
talking to Jim, Mike, Kathy and the girls, we're all convinced
you're the guy to make it happen.  We want you to leave in three
days."

Late that night after the most wonderful lovemaking ever, Andy
fell asleep in Jack's arms.  They were utterly ecstatic over the
prospect of being together, at least for a few more months.

* * *

When they opened the door to the penthouse apartment, it was no
surprise to find it smelling musty.  Kathy had paid off the whole
staff months earlier and it had been locked up.  They went around
opening windows in spite of it being a very cold January night in
New York.  The penthouse was on the top floor of a forty-story
apartment building on the upper East Side of New York.  They
walked through the rooms to Andy's bedroom.  Looking at it, she
said, "Yuck!  Jack, how could I have ever set foot in this
place?"

When they went to his bedroom, he shook his head, grinned at Andy
and said, "This is even worse."  Then they had a good-natured
argument over who had had worse taste.

It was late at night, so Jack was puzzled by what Andy did next.
She took a pillow and a blanket from his bed and then marched
out.  He followed her into the library and found her pulling a
coffee table towards the corner of the room.  "What _are_ you
doing?" he asked.  "Isn't it a little late at night to be
rearranging the furniture?"

She grinned and said, "I'm just fixing our bed.  Besides, with
the kind of exercise we get, a firm mattress is essential.  I
guess the floor is firm enough.  Besides, there are other
advantages: First, it's the only room in the whole damned place
that doesn't make me ill just looking at it.  Second, we've been
getting a little violent with our lovemaking lately and this way
neither of us can fall out of bed."  With a grin she asked,
"Aren't I being thoughtful?"

In just an instant they were both naked and in a passionate
embrace making love.  In spite of being on the hard floor they
slept soundly in each other's arms.*Chapter 38*

Kelly Carmichael was scared.  Today was the most important day of
her young life -- she had just turned eighteen, and was now a
legal adult.  She was standing in front to the entrance of the
most impressive apartment building she had ever seen.  This was
the place where her friend, Barbara Cumings, had been enslaved by
Andrea Taylor.  And yet Bobbie had achieved her goal.  It had
been painful, but she had come away with over $100,000.  For
Kelly, it represented an opportunity.  If she could make it
happen, she thought she could earn more, possibly much more. 
Then she would have the money for Kevin Fitzpatrick to get his
start in the construction business. _He's so smart!_ she thought.
 _And he's almost finished college, too._

There had been a time when Kelly thought of going to college, but
she had given up on the idea.  Among her friends going to college
was hoity-toity.  All you need is a man and a job, they said, and
college didn't help get either one.  While she stood on the
sidewalk steeling her nerve, she thought briefly of some of the
things Barbara had been made to do.  Kelly had even been
practicing.  She had been drinking her urine every day for a week
now.  Although she hadn't eaten her own shit, she had actually
put it on a plate a couple of times.  Although she had intended
to practice eating her excrement, too, when Barbara had finally
staggered home from the Taylor's and called Kelly, she was
terribly sick.  While they didn't know what caused it, they both
thought it was probably some disease contracted by eating her own
excrement.  While Kelly was prepared to do it, she figured there
was no sense taking unnecessary chances and risk being sick when
she went to apply for a position as a slave.

Finally screwing up her courage, she marched up the walk to the
entrance which was set well back from the street.  As she went up
the walk, she realized how expensive an apartment in the building
must be if they would leave so much valuable land vacant.  A
doorman opened the door for her when she reached it and looked at
her strangely.  Kelly's blue eyes widened as she realized there
was also a receptionist in the lobby in addition to the doorman.
Clearing her throat she said, "Kelly Carmichael to see Mrs.
Taylor, please.  Mrs. Andrea Taylor?"

Now that she was standing in front of him, Kelly realized that
the receptionist was, in fact, an armed guard.  Looking at her
skeptically he placed a call and then spoke quietly into the
phone.  Kelly was watching him closely so she saw it when his
eyes widened for an instant in surprise.  Looking at her he said,
"You may go up.  Take the special elevator over there."  The
guard indicated an elevator set off by itself away from the main
elevator bank.  Then he told her that it was fully automatic.

As she walked up to it Kelly worried when she saw that there was
no call button.  Rather, there was a key switch in the wall. 
Nevertheless, as she reached the door it slid open silently.  As
soon as she entered the elevator car the door silently closed and
it began to rise rapidly up the shaft.  After a few moments she
could feel the car's speed slow and then it came to a very smooth
stop.  Again the doors opened silently and she stepped out.

She found herself in a small elevator lobby, not a great deal
larger than the elevator car itself.  There was a small table and
on it was a vase with fresh flowers while a mirror hung on the
wall above it.  Kelly used it to check her appearance.  Looking
at herself she saw her brilliant blue eyes and her dark hair that
was long and teased the way all her friends were wearing theirs
now.  At five feet eight she was much taller than her friends and
was glad that Kevin was six feet three.  Her complexion under the
heavy makeup she was wearing was good.  Rather than the common
very fair skin so often found among the Irish, she had a medium
complexion which tanned.  Since it was January, though, she was
very white.  Putting her shoulders back to force her tits out,
she rang the bell and waited to meet Mrs. Taylor.

The door opened and Kelly's jaw almost dropped in astonishment. 
She didn't know exactly what to expect -- from what Barbara had
said, the door would be opened by the butler or a maid -- but she
never expected to see the woman who was standing there.  She
found herself looking at the most beautiful blonde she had ever
seen!  The girl -- not much older than she was, Kelly thought --
was also five feet eight.  She had the most brilliant blue eyes
Kelly had ever seen and very short hair -- a boy's haircut,
actually -- but hair that was the color of newly minted yellow
gold.  She thought it looked beautiful with her deep golden tan.
Most surprising to Kelly, though, was the woman's attire: she was
wearing skin-tight Levis and a light-blue work shirt with the
sleeves torn off at the shoulders.

"May I help you?" the woman asked in the most wonderfully warm
voice Kelly had ever heard.

_Who is this woman?_ she wondered.  Nothing Barbara had told her
had prepared her for this -- and ever since she began planning
for her slavery she had been pumping Bobbie for every scrap of
information regarding the Taylors that she could get.

Holding her head up straight, she said as firmly as she was able,
"I am Kelly Carmichael.  I am here to see Mrs. Taylor.  Is she
in?"

The woman extended her hand and said, "Hi, Kelly Carmichael.  I'm
Andy Pierce, Mrs. Taylor's secretary.  She's not home right now
but perhaps I can help you.  Won't you please come in?"

As soon as she entered the apartment, Kelly received another
surprise: The unit looked as if a cyclone had hit it.  When she
looked bewildered, the other girl laughed.  It was the loveliest,
most musical laugh Kelly had ever heard.  She decided instantly
that she liked this girl very much.

Then Andy asked, "Have you eaten yet?  I was about to make
something for lunch.  Are you interested?"

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

Andy led the way to the kitchen which was also messed up,
although it was much cleaner and more finished than any of the
other rooms they had passed through.  Moreover, it looked like
all of the cabinets and appliances in place were brand new.  Andy
explained that the whole apartment was being redecorated and they
had done the kitchen first.  Although it wasn't quite finished,
it was usable.  Casually sweeping some debris off a chair onto
the floor, she wiped the seat off with a paper towel and asked
Kelly to sit down.  When she asked if an omelette would be all
right, Kelly quickly agreed although she wasn't entirely sure
what an omelette was.  She thought it had eggs but wasn't
certain.

Then she sat and watched in utter amazement as Andy moved so
quickly and deftly to prepare a lunch for both of them.  First
she served onion soup that was like nothing Kelly had ever seen
before.  It was covered with a crust of cheese and, when the
crust was broken, she smelled the most heavenly aroma rising to
her nostrils.  Andy had cleared off the end of a table and then
sat down beside her to eat.  Snapping her fingers, she jumped up
again and came back with half a loaf of very fresh warm French
bread and unsalted butter.  Kelly watched Andy carefully out of
the corner of her eye and did what she did.  When she tried the
soup, she found it was marvelous.  The bread was the finest she
had ever had.  The soup was followed by a lovely salad.  Although
she didn't normally eat salads she did like them.  But the salad
she ate was far better than any salad she had ever had in her
life.

Andy returned to the stove and Kelly watched her.  In no time she
was back with an incredible omelette. _I guess I'm right,_ she
thought, _An omelette is made with eggs._  And yet it tasted like
no eggs she had ever eaten.  She was waiting for Andy -- that
seemed to be the right thing to do -- when Andy told her to start
eating -- an omelette got very cold very fast.  She recognized
potatoes on the plate but they were different from any potatoes
the girl had ever seen in her life.  They not only looked like
little balloons, that is exactly what they were.  When she tried
to use her fork to pick one up and it crumbled, Andy told her
with a grin to just use her fingers.  She did and found them
marvelous.  As she ate, Kelly marveled at what she had just
witnessed: Andy had prepared a gourmet luncheon in just a few
minutes.  When Andy returned with her own omelette, they ate in
companionable silence.

When they finished, Andy cleared the plates and produced creme
caramel and then coffee.  Finally Andy looked at her and asked,
"Would you like something else?  Cheese?  Fruit?"  Although Kelly
shook her head, Andy liked the idea.  She produced a platter of
cheeses and a bowl of fruit and placed them on the table.  Then
she said, "I think it's more fun to get acquainted over some
fruit and cheese.  It's more relaxing."  Then she said, "Now what
brings you here today, Kelly?"

"I... I... I have some confidential business to discuss with Mrs.
Taylor," she said.

"I am Mrs. Taylor's confidential secretary," Andy said quietly. 
"Can you tell me about it?  She won't be back for a while."

Figuring she had nothing to lose, Kelly squared her shoulders
again and said, "I'm a friend of Barbara Cumings.  Could I wait
for Mrs. Taylor's return?"

Andy slowly shook her head.  If there was significance in the
name, Barbara Cumings, -- and clearly the girl thought there was
-- it escaped Andy completely.

"She... She was Mrs. Taylor's slave for almost two weeks...  She
made a lot of money."

_So that was the girl's name,_ Andy thought. _I never even
knew...  Nor cared to know, I guess._  "I don't believe I know
the name," she said aloud.

"Mrs. Taylor made her do a lot of things...  But she was paid
very well."  Holding her head up straight Kelly said, "I am
offering myself to Mrs. Taylor as her slave.  I will do anything
and allow anything to be done to me.  And I know I'm stronger
than Barbara -- I think I can take it a lot longer than she
could.  Will she have me, Andy?" she asked hopefully.

Andy slowly shook her head.  Finally she said, "Kelly, I guess
you deserve to know the truth.  You can see what a mess the
apartment is in right now.  Could you honestly see 'Drea Taylor
living in this... this _mess?_  The fact is, she's traveling. 
She won't return until the apartment is back in shape...  And
frankly, the way it's going now, God only knows when that will
be."  With a warm smile she asked, "Do you want to come back when
she returns?  It might be three months or so, though, and
possibly longer."

Just then the phone rang and Andy left the kitchen to answer it.
Although she had not given any sign of it, she had been shaken by
Kelly's revelation regarding Barbara Cumings.  Picking up the
phone she found it was Kathy Carlson.  "Good morning, Mistress
Kathy," she said sweetly.  "How are you this morning?  Stiff and
sore, as usual?"

Letting out a low groan Kathy said, "Why did you have to remind
me?  When you asked me, I moved my ass and it still hurts...  But
it hurts so good!  Ken went to sleep lying on my back last night
with his cock still in my asshole.  Right now I'm not sure I can
even hold anything in."  Kathy then took a deep breath and asked
how things were going.

Andy quickly told her about the appearance of Kelly Carmichael
and her relationship to Barbara Cumings.  "She seems to know what
I made Barbara do and is convinced she can take a lot more than
Barbara could."  Then she asked, "Mistress, can a slave have a
slave?"

"Would you kindly knock off that shit?" Kathy retorted.  "You are
_not_ my slave.  We're finished with that!  For ever, I hope."

"No, we're not, Mistress," Andy insisted.  "You may have released
me but _I have not accepted it!"_

There was a pause and then Kathy sighed with exasperation and
asked, "It sounds like you have an idea.  Do you?"

"I have a faint glimmer of one," Andy replied.  "Have you ever
wanted to play Pygmalion?"  Then she continued, "I don't have a
plan -- just a vague outline of one.  But Kath...  I beg your
pardon, Mistress Kathy... could you call every day or so about
this time?  If Kelly answers -- and she might -- just say you're
'Drea Taylor.  Are you willing?"

By now Kathy was intrigued.  She said, "What are you thinking
about for the Pygmalion test?  What will be your measure of
success?  I suspect you do have an answer for that one."

"How about New York's Debutante of the Year?" Andy replied.  "How
about if I bet you $10,000 of yours against another year of
slavery that I can do it?  Want to take the bet?"

"Sure do!" Kathy instantly exclaimed.  "But we'll talk about your
part of the bet later.  It's a deal!"

"There's more, though," Andy added.  "I just realized that this
project is going to cost some money for clothes, hairdressers,
and I-don't-know-what-else.  My proposal is this: Mistress Kathy,
you front the expenses which will be added to the bet.  If I win,
you eat them.  If you win, I work them off at the rate of $5,000
for each year of slavery.  Are you still interested?"  Kathy
immediately accepted the condition.  Finally Andy said, "I'm
pretty sure the girl will play, but how about if I confirm the
bet with you tomorrow?  She might just tell me to go to hell, and
she certainly should."

After closing out the call Andy returned to the kitchen and
Kelly.  As she expected, the girl was twisting a handkerchief in
her hands showing that her nerves were on edge.  Not wanting to
torture the poor girl, Andy launched right in.  "Kelly, that was
'Drea.  I told her you are here although we really didn't get
into details because frankly I don't know any.  However, I
mentioned Barbara Cuming's name and 'Drea recognized it.  Her
words were, 'I remember her well.  She was... interesting.'  She
asked me what you looked like and all I could tell her was that
you're about five feet eight, have dark hair, blue eyes and seem
to have a decent figure -- although I haven't really seen it.

"She told me that the deal with Barbara was for $10,000 a day." 
Looking at Kelly she asked, "Are you a virgin, by any chance?"

Holding her head up straight the girl said, "Yes, I am.  I
thought... I thought I might be worth more to Mrs. Taylor if I
were.  I am completely untouched."  Then she added, "But why did
you ask?"

"Because she has a proposition for you.  I told her you are a
local high-school girl -- that's correct, isn't it"  When Kelly
nodded, Andy continued, "The New York Spring Cotillion is coming
up in three months.  Although most girls come out in the fall,
some do it in the spring.  The deal is this: If you can be
selected as Debutante of the Year at that cotillion she will do
two things: First, she will pay you $250,000 cash.  Second, since
she loves the idea of having a debutante as her slave, she will
pay you $25,000 per day for your slavery.  There will be a
minimum period of four days but your slavery can continue for as
long as you can stand it."

When she heard the amount of money, Kelly's eyes lighted up.  She
said, "It's a deal!  I accept..."

"Wait!" Andy interjected.  "You didn't let me finish. _If you are
not successful_ she will only pay you the minimum wage on a
40-hour basis.  That's about $140 per week for the time between
now and the cotillion.  Furthermore, you agree in advance to be
her slave for a minimum of four weeks for a payment of $100 per
day -- that's a total of $2,800.  You may extend it if you wish,
but you agree to a minimum of four weeks."  Looking at the girl
carefully Andy added, "You have to understand there is a
significant risk to you in this arrangement.  Do you understand
it?"

Kelly's face went white as she heard the second part of the
arrangement.  But then she drew herself up straight in her chair,
swallowed hard and said, "I accept.  But what do I do now?"

Shaking her head slowly Andy said, "There are two sets of things
for you to do.  First, we must set you up to be a debutante. 
Second, I am to prepare you for slavery which is the outcome in
either event.  And we have to do both at the same time.  Are you
willing to work?"  When the girl nodded, Andy said, "Well, we
might as well get going.  As a first step, please undress.  You
won't be leaving the apartment much, and it's essential for you
to get used to being naked at all times."  Suddenly Andy snapped
her fingers as she remembered something.  "Do you have a
boyfriend, by the way?  You must have an escort for the
cotillion."

Again Kelly went pale but slowly nodded her head and told Andy
about her boyfriend, Kevin Fitzpatrick.  When she did, Andy
swallowed hard realizing that there were really two people to
prepare for the cotillion, not just one.  Then Andy stood up and
quickly slipped out of her clothes.

Kelly's head was reeling.  She was facing an opportunity to make
far more money than she had ever dreamed.  Preoccupied with her
thoughts, it didn't register on her that Andy was stripping off
her own clothes.  When she looked up, she let out a gasp of
surprise.  Andy was standing in front of her naked, but that was
not the surprise.  Kelly realized that the woman's entire body
was golden and utterly perfect. _Even her pubic hair is
sun-bleached,_ the girl thought.  Then she noticed something
else.  There were lines all over the girl's body.  Rising from
her chair as if in a trance she reached out and touched Andy's
skin and gently ran her fingers over the lines.  She could feel
them as indentations under her fingers.  At the same time she
realized that her skin was like satin and was utterly flawless
except for the lines.

Andy just stood and watched as the girl ran her slender
fingertips over her.  Then she said, "Feel my tits.  Squeeze
them.  I assure you I'm not breakable."

When Kelly did, she was amazed to feel how solid they were.  At
first she thought there were silicone implants but realized they
were completely natural in feel.  Responding to Andy's further
instructions, she squeezed one of her ass cheeks as well.  Then
she realized something else about this beautiful girl's body: 
There was nothing other than glorious skin over solid muscles. 
Nowhere was there even a hint of fat or flab.  After feeling Andy
all over, Kelly's fingers were drawn, as if by a magnet, back to
the lines scoring the woman's body.

"That's the other thing," Andy said.  "You're feeling one of my
souvenirs of 'Drea.  I took over one-hundred strokes with a whip
a few weeks ago.  As you can see, although they have faded, the
remains are still visible."  Andy shook her head and added,
"Actually, she was in one of her kind moods the next day.  I was
a bloody mess and could not get out of bed.  Even if I could
have, because of the bastinado, I couldn't even stand up for
several days."  After quickly explaining what the bastinado was,
Andy went on, "You see, for every hour of service to her I miss,
I receive two lashes.  Since we keep score on a twenty-four-hour
basis, missing a day of service is forty-eight strokes.  Had she
enforced it, I would be dead."  Andy smiled wryly and said, "I
guess I'm too valuable to her alive.  You see, Kelly, I am a
slave to 'Drea, too."

Kelly's eyes widened at the revelation. _This magnificent
creature is... *a slave?*_  she thought.  Then she realized that
Andy was giving her a chance to quit before she started and then
Andy said exactly that.

Finally Andy said, "There's one more thing you should know.  If
you decide to go ahead with this -- and frankly, I would much
rather you wouldn't -- you must do _exactly_ as I say.  You see,
I'm involved, too.  To get my... cooperation... in getting you
ready, I have a year's slavery on the line.  If you win, one year
is subtracted; if not, a year is added.  Do you understand?" 
Kelly nodded but Andy shook her head and said, "That's not good
enough!  You speak English.  Say it!  Yes or no?"

"Yes, Miss Pierce," Kelly said softly and then more firmly.  "I
will do exactly what you tell me to do.  I intend to become New
York's Debutante of the Year!"

"Okay, then," Andy said.  "Let's get started."  Although Andy was
standing naked, Kelly was still fully dressed.  "Come over here
and let's see what you look like."  Kelly rose from her chair and
started to take off her sweater but Andy shook her head and said,
"No, Kelly.  I think I would rather do it for you.  As I do, I
may have the chance to give you a few pointers."

She took off the girl's sweater which was made of a cheap acrylic
fiber and revealed a bra that was also cheap and lacy-looking. 
After unfastening it, Andy dropped it on the sweater and saw that
Kelly's breasts were youthful but full with lovely tip-tilted
pink nipples.  Then she unfastened the girl's full pleated skirt
and let it drop to the floor.  Now revealed was a garter belt
supporting the girl's black open-mesh stockings.  She unsnapped
the clips and rolled them down her legs.  Then Andy took the
girl's garter belt and panties and dropped them to the floor
together.  While she had been working on the girl, Andy could
feel Kelly trying valiantly to control her trembling. _The poor
kid is really scared,_ Andy thought.  With the girl now
completely naked, Andy rose to her feet, stood back and just
looked her over.

When Andy had started to remove her sweater, Kelly could feel her
body begin to tremble.  Because she was concentrating so hard on
trying to control her fear, she was only vaguely aware of what
Andy was doing.  Then, when Andy rose to her feet and stood back,
she was aware for the first time that she was now completely
naked.  It was all she could do to keep from covering her crotch
with one hand and her breasts with the other.  As it was, she was
hunched over and found it impossible to look directly at Andy.

"Not bad," Andy commented softly.  "Not too good, either, but not
really bad."  Then pointing to a kitchen cabinet that rose
vertically from the floor she said, "Kelly, stand with your back
to that cabinet.  I want you to force your shoulders back, keep
your head up straight and _look at me!"_

Kelly jerked up when she heard the command in Andy's voice. 
Looking at her, Kelly realized again how brilliant her eyes were.
 But then she noticed something else in her eyes -- it looked to
the girl like... love!  She put her back against the indicated
cabinet and stood the way she had been instructed.  Andy came
over to her and squeezed one of her tits.  As she expected it was
soft, verging on being flabby.  Feeling Andy's fingers, Kelly
yelped and jumped.  At that Andy lightly slapped her across the
face.  Kelly knew it was a very light slap because she realized
that, with her incredible muscle development, Andy could easily
hit her hard enough to knock her out.

"A hell of a slave you are," Andy said scornfully.  "My God!  I
just touched your tit and you jumped!"

"I'm very sorry, Miss Pierce," Kelly replied softly.  Then she
said, "Thank you for disciplining me."  Then with gratitude in
her eyes added, "And thank you for hitting me so lightly.  I'm
sure discipline will be much more severe in the future.  Would
you like to continue your inspection?"

Andy realized the girl had very good bone structure and basically
an excellent figure.  However, her belly was quite convex, having
been held in by the girdle-like construction of her garter belt.
Her hips and thighs were both flabby and full of fatty tissue
just below the surface.  A careful examination of the girl's tits
confirmed her first impression:  They were nicely shaped with
lovely little pink nipples that thrust upwards.  Andy frowned as
she looked at the girl's pubic hair.  First, it was spread across
her loins as Andy's had been before it was plucked.  However,
unlike Andy's or Kathy's, there was no dense center.  Rather, it
was wispy and not very attractive.

"Okay," Andy said at last, "Kelly, bend your head over and keep
it there.  There's something I need to do."

The girl did as she was told and found herself just looking down
at the floor.  With her head in that position, even raising her
eyes as high as they would go enabled her only to see a little
more of the kitchen floor.  Andy had gone for something and then
returned.  Now Kelly could see Andy's legs and lower body.  Since
she could not do anything else, she studied them carefully and
decided they were utterly exquisite.  When she focused on her
pubic hair, she noticed for the first time that it was a very
dense and curly golden patch above her bare labia.  Kelly
concluded that she must have plucked it that way because there
was not a single stray hair.

Just then she felt a pulling in her hair and a moment later she
recognized a hank of her hair falling to the floor.  Andy was
doing to Kelly what months earlier she had done to herself: She
was using a very sharp knife to cut the girl's hair short.  She
found she could do a much better job on the girl than she had
done on herself, though, because this time she could see what she
was doing.  Kelly was bent over with her hands on her knees. 
Glancing down Andy saw what seemed to be drops of water falling
to the floor.  She realized the girl knew what was being done to
her and was crying but at the same time had not said a word nor
made a sound.  The primary reason for cutting the girl's hair was
that Andy could see that it had been teased and tortured to such
a degree as to make it useless to a good hairdresser. 
Accordingly, she had decided to cut it down to a level where it
was still healthy.

When she was finished, she said, "Okay, Kelly, you can stand up
straight now.  And then come with me."

The girl did and surreptitiously stretched.  She had developed
cramps from standing in her bent-over position for such a long
time.  Swallowing hard, she realized how much of her hair, that
she had teased and worked on for so many hours, was now lying on
the floor.  Andy could see the girl's eyes were very red from her
weeping as she led the way to a bathroom.

The lavatory sink in the bath was backed by a mirror that rose
from the back-splash to the ceiling and covered most of the wall.
 Kelly looked at her reflection in the mirror and gasped.  Then
she smiled and said, "I... I like it.  Thank you, Miss Pierce." 
Then looking at Andy she asked, "How should I address you?  Miss
Pierce?  Or something else?"

"Miss Pierce or Mistress Andy will be fine, Kelly," she replied.
Then she said, "I think I love your hair."  What Andy had
achieved was a very professional-looking gamine cut.  With so
much hair out of the way, Kelly's beautiful facial structure
became prominent.  Now Andy could also see the girl's lovely
small ears that sat so close to her head.

"Turn around and face me please, Kelly," Andy directed.  As the
girl turned Andy went down on her knees in front of her.  Looking
up at the girl she asked, "Do you know how to eat a girl'scunt?"

Looking frightened, Kelly just shook her head.  When Andy raised
an eyebrow, the girl quickly corrected herself and said, "No,
Mistress Andy, I do not."

"Well, there's no time like the present to learn," Andy said. 
Moving closer to the girl while still on her knees, she told
Kelly to spread her legs wide.  Then she began to tongue her slit
and lick at her clit.  As she worked on the girl's very
sweet-tasting love box, she would stop occasionally to explain to
her exactly what it was she was doing.  Using her tongue as a
little cock, she hardened it and drove it up the girl's vagina. 
When she brought the girl to orgasm, Andy had her arms around the
girl's thighs and ended up supporting most of her weight as the
sexual stimulation almost caused the girl to collapse.  During
one of the times when Andy paused to explain what she was doing,
she told Kelly to begin drinking water -- as much as she could
hold.  Whenever the girl could, she did.

Finally, Andy had the girl in continuous orgasm which she held
for more than a minute.  Although she thought about biting the
girl's clit, Andy believed it would cause her to faint and that
didn't fit in with her current plans.  When she first had the
idea to work on the girl, Andy was thinking of it as a form of
penance.  The only way she could accept herself as a decent
person was if she forced herself to do to herself all of the
degrading things that she had forced others to do for her.

Instead of biting Kelly's clit, Andy slowly eased her pressure
and allowed the girl to regain control slowly.  When Andy thought
she was back to normal, she sat back on her ankles, looked up and
asked, "How did you like it?"

Kelly's eyes had been closed as she just savored the exquisite
sensations Andy had been creating in her cunt.  Although she had
lost control with her hips gyrating uncontrollably, she was
vaguely aware of the wonderful sensation of Andy's slim but
strong hands moving over her thighs and her ass.  Opening her
eyes finally, she looked down at Andy and said, "Mistress Andy,
that was delicious!  It was so good!"  Then she said, "But I'm
afraid I drank too much water.  If you'll excuse me for a
moment..."

Andy smiled warmly and said, "I think you know that Barbara
Cumings was forced to drink her urine.  Well, that was awhile
ago.  Never let it be said that 'Drea Taylor isn't creative where
degrading others is concerned.  While Barbara probably lapped it
up from a dish, now 'Drea wants you to catch it in your mouth. 
Since you have to urinate anyway, just do it in my mouth."

With that Andy moved forward on her knees until her body was
between Kelly's still-wide-spread legs.  Then she opened her
mouth wide and began softly to stroke the girl's thighs and ass.
Although Kelly tried to resist, by now she had to go too badly. 
She began to release a stream of warm yellow liquid which Andy
caught in her open mouth.  Although Andy had never done anything
like it before, she realized that she would need to open her
throat so that she could swallow without closing her mouth. 
Thinking of opening her throat to Jack's cock, she did just that
and accepted the girl's entire stream without missing a drop. 
When Kelly's bladder was emptied into her body she realized that
she had tasted nothing.  Then Andy said, "I serve as toilet
paper, too."  With that she carefully licked the girls crotch
again.

Kelly did not know what to do.  She had tried to control her
bladder but had failed dismally.  Looking down, she had watched
her yellow stream pour into Andy's wide-open mouth.  As the girl
licked out her crotch, Kelly closed her eyes.  Feeling a strange
sensation, she opened them again and looked down.  Then she let
out a low moan as she realized that Andy was kissing her nether
lips.  It was utterly unbelievable.  Looking down she asked,
"Why, Mistress?  Why did you drink my piss?  It's... It's
disgusting!"

"You forget, Kelly," Andy said fondly, "I'm a slave, too.  I
guess you could call it staying in practice.  Okay?"  Then Andy
looked up again and said, "Kelly, there's one more thing I have
to do before we go any further.  All I can say is it won'thurt."

Kelly still had her long legs spread wide.  Her eyes widened as
Andy inserted one of her slender fingers up her gaping vagina. 
Then she saw a warm grin appear as Andy felt the girl's hymen
blocking her vaginal opening.  "You are indeed an un-penetrated
virgin, aren't you?" she said.

It had been the most remarkable day of Kelly's young life.  This
goddess had not only eaten her cunt but she had drunk her urine.
She felt she had to do something so she said, "Mistress Andy, now
it's my turn.  May I please try licking your cunt?  Please?" 
Andy looked up, startled.  Then she realized from the look in her
eyes that the girl was absolutely serious.  She really wanted to
do it.

Reluctantly, Andy nodded and stood up.  But then, with a little
smile, she rested her buns on the vanity.  When Kelly asked her
why she was doing that, Andy replied, "Kelly, I'm a great deal
stronger than you are.  If you had passed out while I was
bringing you to orgasm, I could have easily held you up.  But I
don't think you could hold me and I really don't want to end up
drowning in a toilet.  Okay?"

Kelly grinned and said, "I guess so, Mistress."

Then she knelt down and tried to duplicate with Andy what Andy
had done for her.  The first thing she noticed was how sweet
Andy's cunt was.  Then she stopped licking and kissed the
hairless lips.  When she did, she was holding Andy's buns and
realized how beautiful and smooth they were. _This girl is
utterly perfect,_ Kelly thought. _She is truly an angel._  As she
licked the girl's love juices she thought, _Good heavens!  I love
it!_  Because of Andy's instructions, Kelly thought she knew what
to do.  She licked behind the girl's labia and then concentrated
on her clit.  Between trying to probe her vagina with her tongue,
she lightly bit the girl's clit.  Suddenly, Andy's loins started
to spasm as she came to orgasm.  It served to stimulate Kelly
even more as she avidly licked up the freely-flowing love juices.
 Continuing to concentrate on her clit, Kelly found, to her
amazement, that she could keep the woman in continuous orgasm,
and did.  After minutes of it, she bit Andy's clit hard and the
girl fainted, falling backward onto the vanity counter.  When she
began to regain consciousness, she found that Kelly was sitting
on the counter and holding her in her arms while her head rested
on the girl's shoulder.  "How do you feel, Mistress?" Kelly asked
softly.

"Utterly marvelous, since you asked," Andy replied softly. 
"Kelly, you're wonderful!"  Turning and looking at her she said,
"Now it's my turn.  Leave me alone for a few minutes, Kelly,
please?"

"No, Mistress," the girl replied.  "I have been drinking my urine
for a week now in preparation for this, but I didn't realize that
I might have to catch it in my mouth.  I'm ready to try your
sweetness."

_"Sweetness?"_ Andy exclaimed.  "Girl, what _are_ you thinking
about?"

"Mistress Andy," the girl replied, "everything about you is warm
and sweet and good.  Please let me try?"

Andy looked into the girl's eyes and almost cried when she
realized that Kelly was being absolutely serious.  Not knowing
what to say or do, she just nodded.  With a happy smile, Kelly
jumped off the vanity counter and dropped to her knees on the
floor.  Andy stood over her and released her bladder while being
ready to try to cut off the flow in an instant.  To her
amazement, the girl did exactly what she had done.  With her
mouth open wide, Andy saw her stream of urine go right into the
girl's throat.  When she was emptied, Kelly carefully licked her
groin and then kissed her on the labia again.

"Kelly, that was delicious," Andy said with a warm sigh.  "But
why?"

Looking up Kelly replied, "Because you are a queen and I am just
paying homage to you."  Then she looked puzzled and asked, "But
Mistress Andy, why are you a slave?  You have everything: You're
beautiful, educated..."

Andy began to laugh and shake her head.  Kelly thought it was the
most wonderfully musical sound she had ever heard.  Andy opened
the medicine cabinet, took out some mouthwash and rinsed her
mouth.  Then she passed the bottle to Kelly who did the same
thing.  Then Andy said, "Kelly, you said you graduated from high
school, didn't you?"  When Kelly said she had, Andy continued,
"Well, I didn't.  I guess I got halfway through my junior year. 
Kel, I'm a mess!"

Then she gave a small instrument to Kelly who looked at it.  It
was a pair of tweezers.  When she looked puzzled, Andy said,
"Kel, I think we're going to do something different with you. 
Those tweezers are for you to use to pull out all your pubic
hair.  Within three days I expect to see your mound absolutely
bare.  Understand?"  Then she explained, "Looking at you, I see
your pubic hair spread all over your crotch.  That's not a
problem.  What is, though, is the fact that there isn't a dense
little center patch.  Seeing it, the idea occurred to me that
since you're a virgin, you should have a clean pubic area --
totally hairless.  Okay?"

Kelly swallowed hard but nodded.  When Andy again raised her
eyebrow, the girl said, "Yes, Mistress Andy.  I will have a
hairless crotch within three days."

Then Andy made her lie down on the lavatory counter -- it was
large enough for her to do it -- and proceeded to scrub the
girl's face with soap and water after first using cleansing cream
to take off the layers of heavy makeup.  Andy was delighted to
have her earlier judgment confirmed: Kelly had all the makings of
a natural beauty.

Then Andy led her through the apartment to another room which
also looked like it was reasonably complete.  It was the exercise
room and in the corner was a new, much stronger torture frame
similar to the one at Kathy's apartment in Los Angeles.  When
Andy explained what it was, Kelly went pale again.

Then Andy introduced her to the exercise machines.  Getting on
one -- already preset to her preferred weights -- Andy proceeded
to move them with no apparent effort.  When she did, though, her
muscles bulged and Kelly swallowed hard.  She knew that Andy was
strong and in wonderful physical condition, but she had not
realized how strong she really was.  After Andy set her up on
another unit -- she reduced the weight loading to only 25 percent
of hers -- they began to exercise side by side.  As they did,
Kelly thought of some questions.  "Mistress Andy, when I win the
Debutante of the Year, what is Mrs. Taylor likely to do?"

"Obviously, I don't know," Andy replied.  "But as I said, she is
creative.  One thing I can see her doing -- this is just a guess,
mind you -- is having you appear at a party for her friends
wearing the gown you will wear at the cotillion.  Of course, it
will have been modified.  Instead of covering your breasts, it
will be cut below them and supported below to really make them
stand out.  Your nipples will be brightly rouged, of course, as
will your nether lips.  They will be highlighted by panels cut
out to highlight your cunt and your ass.  She might then have you
circulate among the guests offering your body to each of her
guests to use however he or she wishes."  Andy glanced over at
Kelly who was sweating profusely but still moving the weights and
asked, "Could you take it?"

"Yes, Mistress, I can."  Then with a glance at Andy she said,
"But it's so hard to move this machine.  Once or twice I can
handle, but twenty times?"

"You haven't even begun," Andy replied pitilessly.  "I hope you
noticed that you are only moving one-quarter of the weight I am.
Before the cotillion, you'll be moving the same weights."  They
had finished their work with their first machines.  But rather
than getting on the second, Andy went for a pen and paper while
Kelly tried to catch her breath.  When she came back, she asked
Kelly to write several sentences that she slowly dictated.  When
the girl finished, Andy looked at the paper, shook her head
sorrowfully and said, "This may be tougher than I thought. 
Kelly, your handwriting is atrocious!  It's got to be much better
in just a few weeks."

At that she produced an old letter which was protected between
sheets of acetate.  "Read this," she ordered.

Kelly handled it very carefully.  As soon as she looked at it,
she gasped.  It was a letter written by a woman in Atlanta,
Georgia, to her husband, an officer in the Confederate Army,
during the Civil War.  In it, she described the devastation in
the city caused by Sherman's Army on its march to the sea.  The
letter was written in a hand so fine that the woman wrote across
the narrow dimension of the paper from top to bottom.  Then,
instead of turning it over or using a second sheet, she had
turned the paper on its side and had written across the paper's
long dimension.  The most remarkable feature was that it read so
clearly in either direction.  Although the characters repeatedly
crossed, it was perfectly legible.  When she turned it over, she
saw that the back was written on in the same fashion; the woman
had used only a single sheet of paper and managed to write on
four "sides".

"This is the handwriting of a true lady," Andy said quietly.  Do
you think you could ever do as well?  Would you like to try?"

Kelly just shook her head and said, "But it's so beautiful and
clear!  It's not fancy or embellished or anything -- it's just
beautiful."  Looking into Andy's sympathetic eyes she added, "I
guess it's truly ladylike -- in the finest sense of the word."

Andy nodded her head and said, "Also, we have to get rid of that
Brooklyn accent in your speech.  It sounds simply awful!"  Then
she looked at the girl and asked, "Does your boyfriend talk the
same way?"

"No, ma'am," Kelly replied.  "In fact, my friends always tease
Kevin because they say he talks funny.  Personally, I think he
sounds educated, but I guess my friends consider it to be...
pretentious."  She frowned and added, "In fact, I guess I talk
down to them, too.  If I use the words that I think in, they
think I'm strange."  Looking at Andy she said, "I guess you think
I should sound better when I talk, don't you?"

"Honey, I think you're really quite smart, aren't you?"

The girl just shrugged her shoulders.  When Andy raised an
eyebrow, Kelly reluctantly nodded her head and said, "Yes, Miss
Pierce.  I am reasonably smart."

"You have to be."  Andy said.  "In just the last few words you
spoke, you used 'pretentious' and 'embellished.'  Somehow I don't
think those words are in the standard vocabulary of your friends,
are they?"

"No, ma'am, they're not," Kelly admitted.  Then she looked at
Andy and asked, "But I am using words like that with you, though.
 Why is that?"  Then she studied Andy closely and said, "You're
extremely smart, aren't you?  Brilliant, in fact."  When Andy
shook her head, this time it was Kelly's turn to raise an
eyebrow.

"Kelly Carmichael, I _hate_ you!" Andy exclaimed.

The girl was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall
of the exercise room and had been looking up at Andy who was
standing beside her.  She jumped to her feet and before Andy
could move, had taken her into her arms and began to kiss her. 
The instant her lips contacted Andy's, she felt an incredible
sensation.  Kelly had intended just to give Andy a quick kiss. 
Instead, she put her arms around her neck and began to work her
inexperienced lips on Andy's.  For her part, Andy returned the
favor, putting her arms around Kelly's waist and letting the love
she had instantly felt for this young girl just flow between
them.

When Andy eased away, she was shocked to see that Kelly was
crying.  Asked what was the matter, Kelly replied, "It's you,
Mistress Andy.  The thought of you serving in slavery is utterly
idiotic!  The first instant I saw you, I knew you are one of the
most beautiful women in the world.  Just now I found out that you
are also the purest, most loving, most giving female creature on
two feet."  Now her eyes just glowed with the incredible love she
was feeling for the blonde as she added, "Your goodness just
floods out the place!"  What she said next utterly stunned Andy.
Kelly continued, "Mistress Andy, now I'm certain I'm going to be
Debutante of the Year.  Do you know why?  Because you are so
damned good and I love you so much already, that the only way I
won't make it is if I die in the attempt.  Honest!"

Then she looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with Mrs.
Taylor, anyway?  She could do so much more with love than she
ever can with fear.  Why does she do it, do you suppose?"  Andy
just slowly shook her head.  The truth was that Kelly's words had
shaken Andy so badly she couldn't even talk.

* * *

By six o'clock, Kelly was reeling with fatigue.  Nevertheless,
she joined Andy in the kitchen to help prepare the dinner.  With
a warm smile Andy turned her around and sent her off to take a
shower and rest.  When she gave her a sharp spank on the way out,
Kelly turned and with the warmest smile said, "That will be much
nicer in a few weeks, Mistress.  By then my buns will be tight. 
I'll feel the spank more and my ass will feel better under your
hand."  Then she scuttled off to the bathroom Andy had designated
for her use.

By seven o'clock, she had been refreshed with a shower and a
shampoo.  As she headed back towards the kitchen she heard the
sound of a key turning in the lock on the front door.  At that
instant Andy came flying out of the kitchen naked.  It was clear
to Kelly, that in the meantime, Andy had also taken a shower and
had fixed her hair.  The door opened and a very big light-haired
man appeared wearing construction clothing.  He had scarcely
entered the apartment when Andy launched herself through the air,
and lifted her legs up so they were almost parallel with the
floor.  As she flew towards him, the man grinned and effortlessly
caught her in his arms.  Obviously, it had not taken him by
surprise.  At the same time he was holding her body, Andy wrapped
her arms around his neck and proceeded to work her lips on his in
the most passionate kiss Kelly had ever seen.  The two-way flow
of electricity between them was almost visible.

Seemingly without any strain, the man carried Andy into the
library and, with her still in his arms, sat down in an easy
chair.  Their kiss just continued, but now with Andy in his lap,
his hands were free to roam across her perfect body.  As he
caressed her, Kelly, who had followed them in, could hear the
most wonderfully happy sounds coming from deep in Andy's body. 
At that point Kelly left them alone.  Since earlier she had been
told what was served at the cocktail hour, she made drinks for
them and fixed a large plate with gorgeous canapes Andy had
prepared and brought them back into the library.  By the time she
returned, Andy was just resting her head on the man's shoulder
and snuggling as close to him as she could.

"Good evening, sir," Kelly said politely.  "I am Kelly Carmichael
and I am Mistress Andy's personal slave.  I don't believe I have
had the pleasure of meeting you before."

With a grin, he unceremoniously dumped Andy on the floor and
jumped to his feet.  Andy rubbed her bottom pretending it had
been bruised while Jack said, "How do you do, Kelly Carmichael. 
I am Jack Fletcher, Andy's lover.  I'm delighted to meet you. 
But what brings you here?"

Kelly's face fell.  She looked disconcerted and was.  Earlier she
had seen the plain gold wedding band that Andy wore and had
noticed a similar ring on Jack's finger.  Yet he referred to
himself as her lover.  "But... but aren't you married to Andy?"
she asked haltingly.

"I am _not_ married to Jack Fletcher," Andy said from the floor.
"And from the way he dumped me on my ass, I guess it's pretty
easy to see why, too."

Kelly just shook her head.  Then she explained to Jack who she
was and what she was planning to do.  In the meantime, Andy had
gone off to the kitchen to finish preparations for dinner. 
Initially, Kelly was embarrassed about being naked in the
presence of a man.  However, Andy was also nude and it was clear
that Jack was totally absorbed by her.  The dinner was utterly
magnificent, even though they ate at the kitchen table.  When it
was over, Kelly insisted on cleaning up while the others retired
to the library.

She had learned that Jack was a construction worker and arose
very early.  Accordingly, they went to the bedroom at ten
o'clock.  Kelly didn't know what to expect, but was told by Andy
that it was a part of her education for her future as a slave. 
The bedroom they used was a very small one and really only had
room for the king-size bed that occupied virtually all the space
in it.  The covers were folded down at the foot of the bed and
Andy was just resting with her back against the headboard and her
head on a pile of pillows.  Jack was in the bathroom.  When he
emerged, he was naked, too, and Kelly gasped.  He was utterly
magnificent!  Like Andy, he had a deep golden tan over his entire
body -- even his fully erect and throbbing cock was golden! 
While she was waiting for him, Andy had been idly stroking her
slit.

After getting into bed, he folded Andy into his arms.  This time
both pairs of hands were roaming all over the other's body.  In
no time, Andy was flat on her back with her legs spread wide.  As
soon as his gigantic cock entered her, she made a quick movement
to raise her hips and then wrap her ankles behind his neck.  What
followed was something Kelly had never heard of, let alone seen.
It was the most passionate and loving sex she could imagine. 
Soon Andy was reaching orgasm.  Whenever she did, her pelvis
would shake uncontrollably, her arms would flail, her head tossed
from side to side and she screamed unintelligibly.  As their
lovemaking continued, Andy's orgasms became increasingly frequent
until they were continuous.  Kelly could not believe her eyes. 
It just went on and on and on.

Finally, after more than fifteen minutes, she could see Jack lose
control.  Burying his cock to the root she could see his huge
balls almost empty as he pumped large quantities of cum into
Andy's body.  When he began to cum, Andy screamed her ultimate
release and after a few moments went limp while Jack was
continuing to pump his juices into her.  At the same time Kelly
could see rhythmic pulsations in Andy's loins as her vaginal
muscles were trying to empty him.

After a few minutes during which he regained his breath, Jack
disengaged.  Moving down on the bed, he knelt between Andy's
thighs and began to eat her cunt.  After a time he raised his
head, looked at Kelly and said, "Would you like some?  There's
really more here than one guy can eat at a single meal."

When Kelly eagerly nodded, he rolled aside to make way for her. 
The first time Kelly had ever gone down on a woman had been that
afternoon.  Previously, just the thought of doing it had been
enough to turn her stomach.  But everything about Andy -- even
her urine, Kelly thought -- was clean and fresh and delicious. 
Moving between Andy's still widespread thighs, Jack gave her
instructions.  Lifting Andy's legs, she put them over her own
shoulders.  This brought Andy's cunt within easy reach of her
lips.  As she ran her tongue around her love box, Kelly tasted
the same wonderful love juices she had tasted in the afternoon,
but this time mixed with Jack's cum.  She decided that her first
taste of a man's spend was also delicious.  She worked with a
will.  Finally, she bit Andy's clit and brought the girl to yet
another orgasm.  When she licked up the girl's pure love juices
and looked up, she found herself looking into Andy's bright blue
eyes.  In those eyes all Kelly saw was an incredible degree of
love -- for her!

"Thank you, darling Kelly," Andy said softly.  "That was utterly
exquisite."  Then, to Kelly's surprise, Andy swung her legs over
the side of the bed and padded out of the room.

A few minutes later she was back, this time carrying a wine
cooler with a bottle in it and three champagne flutes.  Popping
the cork of the very plain, dark bottle, Andy poured glasses for
Jack, then Kelly, and finally herself.  Raising her glass she
said, "Jack, I would like to offer a toast.  To Kelly Carmichael:
Although I have known her for less than a day, I have decided she
is one of God's finest people.  To Kelly Carmichael: New York's
next Debutante of the Year!"  Then to Kelly she said, "Darling,
rumor has it that a man's cum washes down beautifully with fine
champagne.  I hope you like it."  Then she said, "Drink up --
even if you are still too young to have a legal drink!"

Kelly later learned that the champagne Andy had served was Dom
Perignon, one of the world's finest.  By the time they drained
the bottle Jack was yawning.  He lay back and Andy rested her
head on his shoulder.  Looking at Kelly she said, "Since you're
my slave, you get to keep the other side of me warm."  With a
warm grin she added, "Now get your fat ass over here!"

Kelly climbed into the bed beside Andy and rested her head on the
girl's shoulder.  After turning out the light she felt Andy's
slim hand cup her tit and caress it.  That was the last thing she
remembered as she almost instantly fell asleep.

To be continued...

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
me hear from you.  morg105829@aol.com

*Kathy Carlson* Copyright (c) 1993, 2001 by Morgan. 
<morg105829@aol.com>

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