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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 6 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 39*

It was six weeks later and Kelly Carmichael was resting her head
against the back of the bathtub as she soaked her aching body. 
Although she had never looked as good nor been as healthy in her
entire life, at the same time her body had never ached so much
nor in so many places.  She had just experienced the most
eventful six weeks of her young life.  With her eyes closed she
thought about what had happened subsequent to that first day.

First, she had found out how large the apartment truly was. 
Although she had not known it the first day, it turned out that
there was a swimming pool under construction -- on the roof of a
40-story apartment building!  A large crew of men working under
Jack Fletcher's direction completed it during the second week she
was there.  It was a 25-meter six-lane swimming pool.  As soon as
it was filled, Andy had her swimming up and down.  Andy herself
was a world-class swimmer.  She seemed to flow effortlessly up
and down the pool with the power, speed and grace of a porpoise.

Kelly admitted that, as a result of the tireless coaching she
received from Andy, her own times were now pretty good.  With her
eyes still closed she used her right hand to feel her left
shoulder.  All she could feel were well-toned and powerful
muscles.

That was the second thing.  Now she was moving the same weights
on the exercise machines as Andy was, although she could not do
nearly as many reps.  Running her fingers down her body she just
felt more hidden muscles -- and no fat.  She was very happy that
she was shaping up like Andy with very powerful muscles that did
not show.  Now her breasts were sitting high on her chest and
were very firm, her hips were slim and her legs were better than
she ever would have dreamed possible -- in even her very best
dreams, at that.

Nowadays, she typically found herself either sleeping on the
floor or falling asleep in a chair.  In addition to working on
her handwriting, she spent hours on her speech.  Over and over,
she made voice tapes reading passages Andy had selected for her.
After a rigorous critique, she would practice pronouncing lists
of words.  Now, she knew, her voice was much softer and
sounded... cultured.

That was another reason she was getting so little sleep.  Early
in her stay, Andy had taken down drop cloths that had been
covering several walls of the library.  When they came down,
shelves full of leather-bound books were revealed.  On
examination she found that they were most of the classics of
Western literature which she was ordered to read.

Night after night at dinner she was quizzed by both Andy and Jack
on what she had read. _Andy Pierce may not have a high-school
diploma,_ she thought, _but she is certainly educated!  She knows
great literature, and knows it in detail!_  She found herself
debating fine points in the books she had read with people who
were at least as knowledgeable as she was.  It was as if they
were honing her brain in the same manner one might sharpen a good
knife.

_But if that's not enough,_ she thought, _I still have to keep up
with current events!_  In addition to _The New York Times,_ she
was ordered to read _The Economist_ to keep up with the world and
_People_ magazine to keep track of what was "in".  It wasn't that
she was expected to be "in" -- she found that Andy detested both
the term and the concept -- but rather, she needed to be aware of
what her contemporaries were interested in.

With her eyes still closed Kelly ran her fingers down the length
of her body.  Reaching her slit she gently ran a finger up and
down her labia.  Feeling her hairless mound, Kelly smiled softly.
 _It's really neat!_ she thought.  Although the pain had been
agonizing as she pulled each hair out by its root from the most
sensitive spot on her body, now she really liked the way it
looked and felt.  She hoped Kevin would like it, too.

Then she thought about the rest of the subjects she worked on:
Andy's lessons on etiquette, grammar, writing style...  Her head
was spinning.  Then her thoughts turned to Andy herself.  She was
an enigma to Kelly.  First, it seemed there was absolutely
_nothing_ Andy couldn't do -- and do very well.  She remembered
the work Andy had done in the library.  She even had the skills
of a cabinetmaker!  Kelly recalled marveling at the beautiful
work Andy did.  All of the beautiful cherry paneling in the room
was her own work.

Then there was Andy's relationship with Jack.  All she had ever
said was what she had said the first day:  She was not married to
Jack Fletcher.  And yet the two of them were so madly,
desperately in love!

Whenever she asked Andy about her husband, she was reminded in no
uncertain terms that she was a slave and it was none of her
business.  But still she wondered.  What never seemed to make
much sense was that both Jack and Andy wore plain gold wedding
bands -- and never took them off.  To Kelly it made no sense at
all.  Why would two people make passionate love together while
still wearing rings binding them to others?

Then there was the question of Andy's slavery.  It was utterly
incomprehensible to Kelly how or why Andy was a slave and yet
obviously it was true. _Thankfully,_ the girl thought, _the whip
marks have finally disappeared._  Andy's body is so incredibly
beautiful!  But there was more.  Almost every day Andy would
leave the penthouse wearing her "uniform" -- her Levi's and work
shirt.  Usually she would be wearing work boots as well.

Inevitably, when she returned to the apartment, she would be
tired and utterly filthy.  From comments made by Jack and Andy,
Kelly gathered that she was working at construction sites where
Jack had crews.  Moreover, whatever she was doing had to be among
the dirtiest jobs of all, judging by the way she looked when she
returned to the apartment.  But not only did Andy not complain,
she never said a word about it.

Then there was the behavior of Jack and Andy together: Even
though the apartment was huge, they only used the very smallest
of the rooms as their own.  Incredibly, the redecoration of the
apartment was now almost complete.  Thinking about it, Kelly
realized it was becoming the most beautiful place in the world.

_It's so incredibly comfortable,_ she thought. _Even the
materials seem to be selected with nudity in mind.  The soft
fabrics and leathers feel so neat on my bare body!_ 
Nevertheless, and in spite of there being the most magnificent
master bedroom and bath Kelly could conceive of, Andy and Jack
remained in the smallest room in the whole apartment.  Even her
own -- which she almost never saw -- was bigger than theirs!

Finally opening her eyes, Kelly lifted her leg out of the water
and looked at it.  Now it was nicely tanned and the same golden
tan covered her entire body.  Trying to be as objective as she
could, she admitted that she was now really quite attractive. 
With a sigh Kelly started to get out of the tub when the door
opened.  It was Andy.

Turning her head she said, "Good evening, Mistress Andy.  How may
I serve you this evening?"

Kelly realized just then that the most important thing that had
happened in the six weeks she had been living at the apartment
was to confirm her initial judgment about Andy.  Kelly had
thought that a woman could not be as good as Andy and live!  Day
after day there were constant examples of her thoughtfulness. 
Kelly realized that she loved the woman more than any person
alive -- and Jack Fletcher was a very close second.

Moreover, she was almost certain that Andy loved her, too.  Just
thinking about it made Kelly feel warm and snugly.  As she said
the words, Kelly realized she truly meant them.  She really did
want to serve this beautiful woman in any way she possiblycould.

Replying to her question Andy said, "You can get out of the tub
for openers.  Aren't you about ready to float away?"

Kelly grinned and got out of the bathtub.  Andy was waiting for
her with a huge terry-cloth bath towel which she wrapped around
her and then used to blot her dry.  With the girl's arms
immobilized by the large towel wrapped around her, Andy took
advantage and kissed the girl full on the lips, slowly and
lovingly.

For her part Kelly tried desperately to communicate the immense
love that she felt for this beautiful woman.  When they eased
apart, Andy grinned and tousled Kelly's short hair, then quickly
kissed her on the cheek murmuring, "Darling Kelly, I love you
very much!"

"Now wait a stinking minute!" Kelly exclaimed feigning anger. 
"Henry Hall came all the way out from Los Angeles to fix my hair
and now you're wrecking it!"

The two girls grinned at each other because, while Hall had done
her hair, all he had done was refine the gamine cut that Andy had
first given her.  Now the girl's dark hair glistened with its
natural oils and highlights.  While the towel was still covering
the girl's body, Andy looked at her face and features.  With no
makeup of any kind, Kelly was utterly gorgeous.

After throwing the wet towel into the laundry hamper, Andy just
stood back and looked at her.  Kelly was standing up straight and
her nipples were engorged.  That had been the hardest task of all
for her, but now she thought she knew the secret.  Since 'Drea
wanted turgid nipples, she had learned to keep hers that way
almost all the time.

Andy just looked her over carefully.  Finally she said, "Kel, you
are exquisite!"  Running her fingers lightly over the girl's
body, Andy came to the same conclusion that Kelly had herself
only a few minutes earlier.

Then Andy dropped to her knees and said, "Darling, it's that time
again.  I'm thirsty.  I want some of your yellow water in my
mouth."

"Mistress, please!" Kelly exclaimed.  "It's awful.  Please
don't..."

"Do it, young lady!" Andy interjected.  "And remember, you are my
slave..."

"Yes, Mistress Andy," Kelly said reluctantly.  She stood up and
spread her legs while Andy took her position beneath her.

"I'm waiting, Kel," Andy said.

Kelly released her bladder and watched as her stream went
straight into Andy's mouth.  Although she wanted to close her
eyes so she wouldn't see it, she could not.  When she stopped,
Andy held her with her arms around her legs and proceeded to work
on Kelly's cunt with her lips and tongue.  Andy held the girl's
legs tightly as she reached continuous orgasm.  This time,
though, Andy maintained her pressure and the girl's pelvis was in
spasm for over ten minutes.  Finally Andy bit her clit hard and
Kelly collapsed in a dead faint.

When she regained consciousness, Kelly found herself sitting on
the vanity with her head resting on Andy's shoulder.  Andy's hand
was gently stroking her tit and the sensation was utterly
marvelous.

Looking into Andy's eyes she asked, "Why, darling Andy?  Why do
you do it?  It has to be making you sick!"

Instead of answering, Andy melted her lips against the younger
girl's.  The flow of pure love created the most marvelous
sensation Kelly had ever experienced.  Then she said softly,
"It's because I love you, Kel.  You have utterly transformed
yourself in just six weeks!"  Then she looked into the girl's
eyes and added, "But it's not for the money, is it?"

"No, Mistress Andy, it's not," she replied.  Then looking into
her eyes Kelly said, "It's for you!  I told you that the first
day.  I love you and Jack so damned much I must succeed."  Tears
started to flow but she turned her head to kiss Andy's lips.  It
was another kiss of pure love.  When she moved away slightly she
repeated softly, "It's for you."

When Kelly asked to eat her cunt she was refused.  It was too
close to the time company was due and there were more important
things to do, Andy said.  Kelly realized that it was a measure of
her love for her that she was genuinely disappointed at the
rejection.

Andy just winked and led the girl by the hand to the next room. 
There Kelly found a massage table set up and Andy ordered her up
on it.  What followed was the most marvelous massage Kelly had
ever had.  All Andy used was musk oil which she carefully worked
into every part of Kelly's body.  After pouring some
full-strength into her slit, she held Kelly down to let it soak
in.

As she did Andy realized her lips were just inches from Kelly's
so again she took the opportunity to kiss her slowly and
thoroughly.  As she worked her lips, she could feel Kelly's
moving beneath her.  When she slowly raised her head Kelly said
softly, "Andy, I love you so much!"

When Andy raised an eyebrow, Kelly grinned and said, _"Mistress
Andy,_ I love you so much!"

Andy grinned, kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "That's
better."  Then she picked up a rouge pot and very carefully
rouged Kelly's lips, her erect nipples and then her labia.

Quickly spanking Kelly's trim ass she said, "Enough loafing!  Get
your tight little ass in gear.  Company is coming in about five
minutes!"

"Oh, dear," said Kelly in the flattest-possible tone of voice. 
"And I'm not nearly dressed.  What will I ever do?"

Andy giggled, making the merriest sound Kelly had ever heard. 
Although it was an infrequent occurrence, Kelly found she loved
hearing the sound of Andy's giggle.

Andy picked up a large white silk bow and carefully pinned it in
the back of Kelly's hair.  "There!" she said.  "Now you're fully
dressed."

Kelly winked and got off the massage table.  As she turned to
leave the bathroom Andy pinched her bun hard.  All Kelly did was
turn, wink and say, "Thank you, Mistress Andy.  I'm glad that my
buns are nice and tight for you.  Now I really feel your pinches
without any fat getting in the way.  I'm glad you're thinking of
me."  She scurried off to the kitchen while Andy went to her own
room to get dressed.

That was another thing, Kelly realized as she went to the kitchen
to make final preparations.  With the exception of a couple of
dresses, apparently the only clothing Andy owned were several
pairs of jeans and a few work shirts.  Because there were so few
and Andy got them so filthy, they had to be washed almost every
day.  As she thought about it, another idea struck her.  Not only
did Andy have no clothes, _there were no clothes in the apartment
at all!_

Realizing that 'Drea Taylor would take a great many with her, why
wasn't there at least some out-of-season clothing hanging
somewhere?  Because of the rebuilding, Kelly was certain that she
had been over every square inch of the apartment and there was
nothing there.  It was a puzzle.  Where were 'Drea Taylor's
clothes?  And for that matter, why didn't Andy or Jack have any?

* * *

Kevin Fitzpatrick pressed the doorbell at the penthouse
apartment.  Although he had talked to Kelly a number of times on
the telephone, he had not seen her since that day she came here
to live.  The door opened and he almost fell on his face. 
Standing there smiling was Kelly, absolutely naked!  He was so
stunned he could neither do nor say anything.

A lovely little smile appeared on her face and she said, "Kev,
wouldn't you feel better with your mouth closed?"  Then looking
down at her body she asked, "Do you approve?"  All he could do
was slowly nod his head.  Her smile changed to a grin as she took
his hand, pulled him into the apartment and carefully closed the
door.

"What...  What's going on, Kel?" he stammered.  "Where...?"

"...Are my clothes?" she finished.  "Honey, I don't wear any when
I'm here."  Then she stood up even straighter and said, "Darling,
tonight my mistress has assigned me to serve you.  I am yours to
do with as you will with only two exceptions: I can't take your
cock in my cunt or in my asshole.  There are no other
restrictions.  I can -- and will -- do absolutely anything else
you might wish."

Kelly moved close to him, looked up into his face and said,
"Would you like to feel my body?  Do you approve?  The look on
your face says it's not too bad."

Pulling himself together, Kevin took her into his arms.  As soon
as he did, Kelly raised her head and cocked it so their lips
could meet.  Using a technique she had learned from Andy, as soon
as their lips made contact, Kelly started to move her lips on his
while she tried to convey the immense love she felt for him
through them.  In the first instant, she could feel the flow of
electricity between them and relished the feeling of his strong
hands moving on her body.

While they were locked in each other's arms, Jack and Andy
appeared in the entrance hall to greet their guest.  As soon as
Andy saw the young couple in each other's arms she took Jack's
hand and stopped him.  "Darling, aren't they beautiful together?"
Andy whispered.  "My God!  You can see the electricity flow
between them."  Moving close to him she whispered, "Do we look
like that, do you suppose?"

"We sure do!" Jack replied softly and took her into his arms. 
Their lips came together and their mutual love and passion for
each other just flowed between them like a river.  Andy put her
arms around Jack's neck to hold on and to be able to mold her
body as closely to his as she could.  Their kiss just continued
as she made warm, happy noises deep in her body while Jack just
ran his hands over her.  When he squeezed her ass cheeks hard,
all she did was give her hips a sexy wiggle and make those
wonderful sounds again.

"Are you finished yet, Mistress?" Kelly asked quietly.  "Or
should Kevin and I just go ahead and eat?"

They ended their kiss but remained in each other's arms as they
sought to regain their breath.  When her breathing was closer to
normal, Andy gasped, "The answer to both questions is no!  Where
kissing Jack is concerned, I'll never be finished as long as we
live.  And we're having cocktails before we eat."

Then with a very warm smile Andy moved out of Jack's encircling
arms and extended her hand to Kevin saying, "I'm Andy Pierce. 
Since you look exactly the way Kelly described you, I assume
you're Kevin Fitzpatrick.  I'm delighted to meet you."

Kevin was astounded at the strength in this beautiful woman's
grip.  As he looked at her, he let out a soft whistle.  When he
did, Andy smiled warmly and said, "Why Kevin Fitzpatrick!  I'm
overwhelmed and flattered.  Do you really think I look that
good?"

While he was looking at her, Andy was returning the favor and
liked what she saw.  Kevin was built the same way as Jack,
standing six feet three and weighing 210 pounds.  While he had
very powerful-looking shoulders over a slim waist and hips, he
did not appear to be as powerful as Jack.

The four went into the living room and Kelly took drink orders. 
She suggested scotch for Kevin who just nodded.  He was so
bewildered by everything about the evening, he could scarcely
talk.  After serving martinis to Jack and Andy and scotch to Kev,
she put a glass down on the table where she would be sitting and
returned to the kitchen for a platter of canap,s.

After passing them once Andy told her not to be a
jack-in-the-box.  "Just put them on the coffee table, Kel, and be
seated," Andy instructed.  "By the way, what are you drinking?"

"Club soda with a lime," Kelly replied with a quizzical look.

"Well that certainly can't get you into any trouble," Andy
commented with a grin.  Then looking at Kevin she asked, "What do
you think of Kelly now, Kevin?"

"I... I... I guess I don't know what to think," he stammered. 
"She is certainly beautiful, though.  Exquisite!  I love her hair
and her body..."  Then motioning towards his groin he stammered,
"But what about...?"

"...My pubic hair?" Kelly finished.  "It's gone.  First, it was
sort of wispy and yucky.  But then, since I'm still a virgin,
Andy thought I would look good with a bare mound so I pulled all
the hair out."  Looking at him with concern showing in her eyes
she asked, "Do you like it, Kevin?"

"Kel, it looks beautiful!"  Then he shook his head and said
softly, "Do you know something?  If it weren't for your
incredibly beautiful eyes, I might not have recognized you?  Your
hair is different -- it looks great, by the way -- your body is
different, your posture is different..."  He shook his head and
said, "Everything about you is different, even your speech. 
What's going on?"

At this point Andy entered the conversation and explained what
Kelly was trying to do.  When she finished, she looked at Kelly
who looked directly into Kevin's eyes and said, "Darling, if it
all works out, I'll have over $300,000 to give you to get your
business started."

Then sitting up as straight as she could with her shoulders back
and her tits thrust out she added, "The only thing it will cost
you, Kev, is the opportunity to marry a virgin.  You see, my
value to Mrs. Taylor rests significantly on the fact that I'm a
virgin, and will be selected as the debutante of the year.  Those
factors taken together make my upcoming degradation worth the
kind of money she is putting up."

Looking directly into his eyes she asked, "Kevin, can you take
it?  I know I can.  But can you?"

Before he could reply Andy said with tears in the corners of her
eyes, "She's doing it all for you, Kevin.  Is it worth it to
you?"

To their amazement, Kevin began to cry.  He reached out his arms
and Kelly, who had been sitting beside him, moved close to him,
wrapped her arms around him and just hugged him tightly.  Even in
his misery Kevin could feel astonishing strength in the arms
holding him.  He put his arms around her and crushed her to him.
All he heard was the same warm, happy sound coming from deep in
her body that he had heard Andy Pierce make.

He relaxed his grip and just asked, "Why?  Why are you doing
this, Kelly?"

"So you can get a start," she replied simply.  "But there's more.
 Kev, that was the reason I started.  But now I've come to love
Miss Pierce like the mother I never knew.  She has extended
herself and is taking very serious personal risks betting that I
can do it -- that I can be picked as New York's Debutante of the
Year."

Holding her head up straight she said, "Darling, I hope you
approve.  But you see, I'm going to do it regardless."  Suddenly
she burst into tears and cried, "I'm doing it _for mymistress!"_

With that she jumped up from the sofa and almost hurled herself
into Andy's lap.  She sat across her lap, hugged her tightly and
then molded her lips to Andy's.  Kevin watched the two women and
realized he was seeing an intense love flow between them and
could see Miss Pierce's hands roaming over Kelly's back and then
up to her hair.  As she gently stroked it, he could almost see
the tension Kelly was feeling wiped away by the older girl's
touch.

Then he said, "Kelly Carmichael, I guess I don't like it very
much.  On the other hand, I can't get over the changes in you --
and they are all for the better.  If that's the price, I guess
it's the price."  Looking very serious now he added, "Darling, I
can't tell you how humble you make me feel right now.  And if
it's a matter of money for me, forget it right now.  But for Miss
Pierce -- your mistress -- it's certainly worthwhile.  It's clear
to me that she has already done more for you in the last six
weeks than a mother would have done in your lifetime."

Then with a lopsided grin he said, "Let's go for it!"  The grin
died as he looked at the others and asked, "But what do I bring
to this party?  What am I supposed to do?"

Knowing Kelly well, Kevin knew that her father had been killed
before she was born and her mother died when she was still very
young.  She had been raised by a series of relatives, none of
whom really cared about her.  All of them had large families of
their own that took priority.  He knew that everything Kelly had,
she had obtained herself.  One thing he certainly knew:  She was
fiercely independent.

The two women left the room to complete preparations for dinner
leaving the two men alone.  Like Andy, Jack had come to truly
love the wonderful girl who was living with them.  He had been
looking at Kevin closely all the time they were together and he
liked what he saw.  The young man was wearing a navy blazer with
gray slacks, a white shirt and a striped tie.  Jack was very
pleased.  Clearly Kevin had style sense even if he didn't have
the money to buy good clothes.  However, Jack had made
arrangements with his tailors, J. Press, to have Kevin completely
outfitted.

After filling the young man in on what was expected of him he
said, "Kevin... Do you mind if I call you Kevin?"

"Not at all, sir," Kevin immediately replied.  "Please do!"

"Kevin," Jack continued, "I guess it's easy to see the changes --
or at least some of them -- that Kelly has made in herself.  I'm
going to say something that you may laugh at.  I'm going to
suggest that you start working out to get into better shape. 
Looking at you, it's easy to see that you're in good shape -- but
not good enough for Kelly.

"You see, it's something that she has picked up from Andy. 
Incidentally, she will never say one word to you about it...
ever!  It's just that she is constantly working to become as
close to perfect in your eyes as it's possible for her ever to
be.  Personally, I feel an obligation to Andy to be in the best
shape I can possibly be in recognition of what she regularly goes
through... for me!"  Looking into Kevin's blue eyes he said,
"Please?  Will you give it some thought?"

The young man just shook his head and said, "It's not necessary,
sir.  The reason I cried a little earlier was I realized the
incredible sacrifices Kelly is making... for me!  Sir, with
respect to getting into better shape, it's something I _have to
do._  But how?"

Jack smiled warmly and then told him that arrangements had been
made for him to have a membership at the finest athletic club in
New York.

Then Jack changed the subject and began to tell him of the duties
of a debutante's escort.  When he finished he grinned and said,
"Basically, Kev, you -- or all the men -- are just window
dressing.  Why in hell do you think we wear tails?  We look like
penguins so our women can shine.  And Kevin, Kelly will truly
shine!  Will you help her?  Will you try your best to enable her
to look as good as she possibly can?"  Jack grinned and added, "I
can assure you that for Kelly, 'as good as she possibly can' is
going to be very good indeed!"

While the men were talking, Kelly reappeared periodically to
refresh their drinks and bring out more hors d'oeuvres.  Whenever
she came into the room Kevin marveled at her beauty and grace. 
Moreover, it turned out that she was very serious about being
available to him.  Once, when she bent over to pick up an empty
glass, he cupped her tit in his hand.  All she did was to stop
what she was doing and just held her position while he caressed
her gorgeous breast.  When he lightly pinched her nipple she just
grinned and winked.

Her overall appearance was dazzling.  During the summer when they
had gone to the beach he had been aware of the fullness of her
hips and thighs.  Her breasts had been full but verged on being
flabby.  Now she was just golden satin over an incredibly firm
body.  Thinking about it he realized that when he ran his fingers
over her, all he felt was satin-smooth skin over powerful
muscles.  He was amazed.

Dinner was served in the newly redecorated dining room.  It was
the first meal ever eaten in it because with only the three of
them they always ate in the kitchen.  Kevin found himself sitting
opposite Kelly looking at her lovely breasts.  When he commented
on how natural she looked and moved in spite of being naked, she
merely shrugged and said it wasn't hard since she had worn no
clothes at all for six weeks.

The meal was utterly spectacular.  It was a full-course meal
jointly prepared by Andy and Kelly and served on fine bone china
with sterling-silver tableware.  When he first sat down, Kevin's
eyes widened as he looked at the array of tableware at his place.
 Kelly quietly pointed out that if the table was properly set,
all one needed to do was to start on the outside and keep moving
in.

During the meal Andy and Jack explained to Kevin what the duties
and responsibilities of an escort were.  Clearly his work was cut
out for him.  Finally, they were down to coffee and cognac. 
Kelly even served cigars!

Then Andy asked, "Kevin, what do you think of Kelly now?  She has
been working so hard to transform herself to be as beautiful as
she can be in your eyes.  Has she succeeded?"

Before Kevin could reply Kelly sat up even straighter in her
chair and said, "Kevin, what Mistress Andy said is not true!" 
She looked at him steadily with her face impassive and continued,
"I said it earlier, but I guess it's worth saying again: It was
true for about three hours on the day I first came here, but it
hasn't been true at any time since.  Actually, Kev, I'm doing it
for my mistress."

When she said it, Andy slowly shook her head and Jack looked at
the girl with renewed interest.  "You see, I have volunteered to
be a slave to Mrs. Taylor.  I don't know exactly how it happened,
but my mistress is a slave to her right now.  Moreover, if I
don't become Debutante of the Year, her time in slavery is
extended by at least a year.  I don't know the details, but I
believe Jack Fletcher is a slave, also."

Looking directly into his eyes, Kevin realized how piercing
Kelly's eyes had become.  It was obvious she was trying to get
him to understand something that was very important to her.  "I
have come to adore Andy Pierce," Kelly said simply.  "There is
absolutely _nothing_ I will not do for her. _Nothing!_  For me
she has become the mother I never knew.  She counsels, teaches,
motivates...  But most of all," she said as her voice cracked and
tears began to stream from her eyes, "she loves me!  Honest, she
really does.  If you look at her, you will see what I am striving
to emulate.  There's no way I can, of course, but I want to
become as much like her as I possibly can.

"If you look into her eyes all you see is her innate goodness
radiating out on everything.  And as beautiful as she is
physically -- her body makes mine look ugly -- it's nothing
compared to what's inside..."

"Kelly, please!" Andy exclaimed.

"Mistress, you're interrupting!" Kelly said glaring at her.

Continuing, she said, "Her real beauty is the radiation of her
goodness which becomes almost like a halo surrounding her.  And
then there's her love!  When she kisses me, I feel the purest
love flowing in rivers from her lips to mine.  It feels sogood!"

Then she shook her head and said, "But she constantly degrades
herself, too.  I won't tell you exactly what she does, but I will
tell you that the day I arrived there were still marks over every
inch of her glorious body from when 'Drea Taylor had her whipped
in December.  She received over 100 lashes!  Can you believe it?
Can you imagine _anyone_ torturing a person who is so good? 
Finally I concluded that 'Drea keeps her as a slave and tortures
her because she _is_ so good.  I believe 'Drea is jealous of her
and is trying to break her."

With her head up straight now, Kevin could see that, although her
tears had stopped, there were still tracks on her cheeks.  But
now there was fire in her eyes as she concluded, "Well, Kev, _I
will not allow it!_  I now think of her as my mother -- although
I never said it to her before now -- and I will not allow my
mother to be hurt!  Never again!  That's why I'm going to be
debutante of the year, and it's why I need your help."

Kevin thought the piercing look in her eyes would penetrate his
skull as she concluded, "Kevin, will you help me?  Please?"

"Of course I will, Kelly," he replied softly but firmly. 
Reaching across the table he took her hand in his.  As he did, he
realized how beautiful it was with her long, slim fingers and
perfect skin.  She had a beautiful hand even though her nails
were filed short and she wore no nail enamel.

Looking into her eyes he said, "My darling, I know you never knew
your parents.  Personally, I think your development has been an
incredible tribute to you.  You did it all yourself.  Honey, I am
so happy for you."  Then he looked over at Andy and saw her
looking at Kelly.  He added, "Kel, I see what you mean, though. 
I see an incredible level of love flowing from Miss Pierce.  You
are a very lucky girl!"

Hearing his remarks, Kelly just beamed at him.  Then she jumped
to her feet, went to Andy and sat across her lap.  Taking her
head in her hands Kelly proceeded to kiss Andy with all the love
she could possibly put into a kiss.  When her lips met Andy's,
the woman's eyes widened as she felt the incredible love flowing
to her.

Then she wrapped her arms around the girl's slim body and just
hugged her and kissed her.  Both girls' breathing was ragged when
they slowly eased apart.  Then Kelly asked softly, "Miss Pierce,
will you let me think of you as my mother?  Will... Will you _be_
my mother?"

"Darling Kelly, you don't know what you're saying," Andy
protested.  "You don't know..."

"I know you love me, Mistress.  You do, don't you?"

"Of course I do!" Andy exclaimed, "But..."

"That's all that counts," the girl interjected, and then again
melted her lips to Andy's.  While she worked her lips, she tried
to mash her body to hers and felt the wonderful sensation of
Andy's fingers moving on her skin.

Finally they pulled apart but Kelly just snuggled close to Andy
and nuzzled her neck.  Andy was slowly shaking her head and
looking at Jack with an utterly bewildered expression on her
face.

"Darling," he said, "it looks like you have a daughter, whether
you want one or not.  Personally, I think you're incredibly lucky
to have the love of a young woman as fine as Kelly!"

Smiling warmly, Andy winked at him and then said, "That's all
very well and good young lady, but in the meantime your ass is
ruining my dress -- and you know damned well it's the only one I
own!"

Kelly jumped to her feet but then spun around and gave Andy
another quick kiss.  Then she stuck out the tip of her small pink
tongue.  Andy just giggled merrily while Kelly enjoyed thesound.

Leading the way into the library, Andy put a compact disc on the
player and said, "Kel, it's time for you and Kevin to practice
your dancing.  That's basically what the cotillion is all about,
after all."

"But... but how?" Kelly asked looking down at her bare body.

"That's easy," Andy replied airily.  "Just stay up on your toes
and it will be the same as dancing in heels.  Why don't you and
Kevin try it?"

Gracefully rising up on her toes, Kelly went into Kevin's arms. 
To his amazement, they started moving very easily together.  At
the same time Andy held out her arms to Jack who rose and began
to dance with her.  As they moved together Kelly whispered, "Kev,
aren't they just beautiful together?  Will we ever look like
that, do you suppose?"

"Honey," he replied, "it's all I can do to stay on my feet.  You
don't know what it does to me to hold you in my arms when you're
naked like this and I run my fingers over your beautiful body." 
He smiled warmly and lightly ran his right hand over her back and
said, "It's like warm satin.  Darling, you are gorgeous!"

"The fact is I _do_ know what I'm doing to you," she replied with
a little grin.  "I can feel your cock poking me in the stomach --
and it feels so neat!"

Then she looked into his eyes and said, "Darling, I will be
giving you some relief before the night is over.  I just hope I'm
good enough to give you the enjoyment you deserve."  After a few
numbers, they exchanged partners and Jack and Andy taught Kelly
and Kevin various dance steps.  It continued for hours with the
young people getting better and better.

As it approached midnight, Andy suggested that they had had
enough for one night.  Turning to Kelly she said, "Now it's time
to practice for your slavery.  I guess it's time for you to go
down on a man.  Let me show you how."  With that she rose and
slipped off her dress, then her bikini and finally stepped out of
her shoes.  Kevin gasped as the full beauty of Andy's golden body
was revealed.

"Isn't she utterly magnificent?" Kelly whispered.  "Can you
imagine a woman possibly looking better than she does?  It cannot
be done!"  He just slowly shook his head.

"First, you have to get the man undressed," Andy said.

Since Jack was sitting in an easy chair she knelt in front of him
and began to undress him, beginning with his jacket and then his
tie.  At every step she told Kelly in detail exactly what she was
doing.  Grinning, she asked Jack to stand and then unbuckled his
belt, unfastened the waistband of his trousers, unzipped the fly
and let them drop to the floor.  After he stepped out of them,
she padded off to their bedroom to hang them up.  Like her, Jack
had almost no clothes at all, and she needed to keep the few
things he had presentable.

In the meantime Jack was standing in his shorts.  After slipping
off his socks he just stood there, crossed his eyes and stuck his
tongue out of the corner of his mouth provoking a giggle from
Kelly who had been watching with interest.  When Andy returned,
she dropped to her knees in front of him and slipped his shorts
down.

With his cock revealed in full erection she said, "This is a
man's sex organ, Kelly.  Isn't it beautiful?"  She leaned forward
and quickly kissed its pink tip.

Then she asked Jack to lie down on his back on the floor.  Before
straddling his body she looked at Kelly she said, "When you go
down on a man like this always remember to offer your cunt to his
lips.  He might want to eat you at the same time."

Looking down at Jack, before she could say a word she saw that
his head was nodding rapidly and he was licking his lips.  "Jack
Fletcher," she exclaimed, "you're not taking this seriously.  I'm
trying to teach her something."

"And I'm waiting patiently to drink your nectar," Jack replied
with a quick wink.  "You were the one who offered, remember."

"You didn't give me a chance to offer!" she complained.  Then she
said, "Mr. Fletcher, would you care to eat my cunt while I'm
doing you?  It's not necessary, of course, sir.  It's strictly up
to you."

Trying to look bored Jack said, "Yes, Slave.  I believe I will
sample your whore's cunt.  Is it clean?"

"Oh yes, sir!" she replied.

Andy grinned, winked and knelt with her love box above his mouth.
 Then she leaned over and began to lick Jack's cock.  Before she
took it into her mouth she said, "Kel, there's one thing to
remember.  For me to get Jack's full length into my mouth I have
to let his cock penetrate my throat.  That's not a problem.  The
thing is, though, that if he cums with his cock all the way in my
mouth, the head of his cock -- and all his luscious spend -- is
well down my throat -- far beyond the point where there are any
taste buds.  Since I love the taste of him, when I feel him about
to cum, I move back on his cock so only its tip is in my mouth. 
Then swallowing quickly I get to savor all of his luscious
syrup."

In the meantime Kelly and Kevin were sitting on the floor with
their backs to the sofa.  His arm was around her and Kelly had
put his hand over her tit while she rested against his broad
shoulder.  They watched as Andy carefully worked on Jack's sex
while holding her cunt very close to his mouth but just aboveit.

In moments, they could see Andy roll her hips as his tongue
alternately probed her slit and her vagina.  Frequently he would
lightly nip her engorged clitoris.  Soon Andy reached orgasm and
they could see Jack carefully licking up the flow of her love
juices.  Kevin hugged Kelly tighter as he watched the
unbelievable spectacle unfold.  When Andy reached continuous
orgasm, Kevin did not believe his eyes.  In spite of the
convulsions in her loins, though, her head just kept going up and
down on Jack's massive cock while he continued to swallow her
nectar.

Finally, they could see Jack's cock start to throb.  As she had
said she would, at that same moment, Andy pulled her head back so
only its head was still in her mouth as his cum started to pump.
They could see her swallowing rapidly and at the same time
kneading his sac with her fingers to maximize his cuming. 
Finally his flow slowed and then stopped.  After licking off the
last drops from his cock Andy spun around and bent over to kiss
him.

They watched as Jack wrapped his arms around her and crushed her
body to his.  As he did, wonderful happy sounds came from deep in
her body.  Finally they kissed and exchanged the last of each
other's fluids.  When Andy finally broke the kiss, she slid down
far enough on Jack's body to be able to rest her cheek against
his chest while she slowly regained her breath.

When she did, she quickly moved up again, kissed him and said,
"Thank you, darling.  That was wonderful!"  Slowly, she got off
him and sat up with her back against the wall and said, "Okay,
Kel, now it's your turn.  Let's see if you learned anything."

Kelly stood up and gave Kevin her hand.  Pulling him to his feet,
she then seated him in a chair and said, "Sir, I am Slave Kelly
and I am here to serve you tonight.  Before we begin, though,
would you like to relieve yourself in my mouth?"

Kevin looked at her, puzzled.  "I don't understand," he said. 
She was not following the script Miss Pierce had laid out.

"I thought you might like to relieve yourself, sir, before I go
down on you and drink your succulent cum.  Would you like to? 
You might find that it's fun."

At that point Andy spoke up and said, "Kevin, I believe Kelly
told you when you arrived that she would do anything for you
tonight with only two exceptions.  Drinking your urine is not one
of them.  You see, she knows that 'Drea Taylor loves to degrade
people and one of her favorites is having a slave drink a guest's
urine -- and eat his or her excrement, for that matter."

She shook her head and added, "I really don't know what to say. 
I know she can drink a woman's but I'm also sure she has never
tried it with a man.  Would you like her to try on you?"

Kevin just shook his head and said, "Please, no!  I really
couldn't do it.  I mean that literally, too.  I just could not."
Looking up at Kelly he said, "Slave, I want you to go down on me
-- and you better be good!"

She winked at him, then dropped to her knees beside his chair. 
Carefully she undressed him as she had just been shown.

Finally he was standing only wearing his shorts.  Swallowing
hard, Kelly eased them down over his slim hips and then gasped. 
His cock was fully erect, long and fat.  It was the same size as
Jack's.  "It's so beautiful!" she whispered.  "Oh, God!  Thank
you for giving me a man who is built like a Greek god!"

Leaning forward she kissed the tip and ran her tongue lightly
over it.  Then she looked up at him and said, "Sir, my dirty
slave's cunt is available to you, as well.  Would you like to eat
it while I go down on you?  It's strictly up to you, sir."  When
he said he would, she asked him to lie on his back on the floor.
She straddled his head with her cunt right above his mouth. 
Leaning forward she took his sex and began to run her tongue over
it like an ice-cream cone.

In the meantime, Kevin was having the first experience of his
life in eating a woman's cunt.  As soon as his tongue started to
move up her slit, Kelly lowered her body to mash it against his
mouth.

When she did, Andy winked at Jack and said, "Slave!  What _are_
you doing with your cunt?  You are supposed to make it available
to him, not smother him with it!  Maintain it just above his
lips."

Kelly did as she was told with a little giggle.  Given the size
of his cock, she wasn't sure her mouth would be large enough to
get it all in but she tried.  After lining up her throat the way
Andy had told her and the way she had seen her take Jack so many
times, she was amazed to find that it actually worked.

While she was going down on his cock, Kelly realized that the
hardest thing was to work on him while he was working on her. 
What she really wanted to do was just to kneel above him and
savor the glorious sensations he was creating in her cunt. 
Further, she realized that, although he was only doing to her
what Andy had done so many times before, it felt very different
with a man's tongue probing her insides.

Nevertheless, she had found the line with her throat and moved up
and down on the huge rod while she formed her mouth like a vagina
so he could fuck her mouth and throat.  At the same time she was
gently and then more firmly kneading his balls.  When she felt
him about to release, she raised her head so only the tip of his
cock was in her mouth.

As he started to cum Kelly began to swallow as fast as she could.
 Kevin was so virile, though, that when he began to spurt, his
flow overwhelmed her mouth and some of his cum started to run
down her face to her chin.  At the same time her pelvis was in
violent motion because Kevin had taken her up to the point of
continuous orgasm.  When he bit her clit hard, the sensation
overwhelmed her and she fainted.

Regaining consciousness, Kelly found that she was again resting
with her head against Kevin's shoulder and his arm was around her
cupping her tit.  She turned towards him for a kiss, but before
kissing her lips he carefully licked off the cum that was still
on her face.  Their kiss was loaded with fire and passion and the
purest love that the two young people shared.  Easing away, she
realized that Jack was sitting against the wall across from them
but Andy was not there.

Then she returned carrying a champagne bucket and a tray with
four glasses.  She handed the bottle to Jack who expertly opened
it and poured four glasses.  Offering the flutes to the young
people first, she then gave one to Jack and kept one for herself.
 As soon as she sat down beside him on the floor his arm came
around so his hand could cup her tit.

"Kids," she said, "this is something we discovered awhile ago. 
Cum -- and love juice -- wash down beautifully with champagne. 
Dom Perignon is best."  Then she raised her glass and said, "To
Kelly Carmichael, New York's next Debutante of the Year, and her
escort, Kevin Fitzpatrick."

As they savored the champagne, Kelly said, "Mistress, this is
wonderful!  I never dreamed it could taste so good."  With a
small smile she added, "I guess I'm almost looking forward to my
slavery if it's going to be like this."

"It's not!" Andy said shaking her head.  "First, you love Kevin,
and he's a magnificent specimen of young manhood.  His crotch is
clean, his cum tastes wonderful...  But that's not what you're
going to get.  You will probably get an old man who's a tub of
lard, covered with hair and with a groin that reeks.  You will
have to work on his prick for him even to have an erection, let
alone get off in your mouth."

Shaking her head again she said, "Kel, give it up.  Please?  For
me?  I can't stand the thought of a girl of your purity and
goodness prostituting yourself in front of pigs."

Kelly's face had been impassive while Andy spoke.  It was still
impassive as she asked, "What about you, Mistress?  Can you get
out of your arrangement?"

Andy just shook her head and said, "Kelly, it really doesn't
matter.  An extra year can't make a difference to me."

Then she looked down at the carpet for a minute and then up at
Kelly's eyes and said, "Kel, I guess I owe you an explanation. 
You're right, of course.  I am 'Drea's slave.  The reason is that
for years I used to aid and abet her in her degradation of
people.  In fact, I guess a number of her worst ideas were mine.
I suppose I may have changed, but she didn't.  To her what I did
was unforgivable.  I guess it makes her feel badly.  Anyway,
that's why I'm a slave -- and will continue to be one for a long
time."  Looking at her Kelly could see the pleading in Andy's
eyes.

"No, Mom.  I'm sorry.  You see, I'm going to use the money to buy
your freedom.  Now I realize how much more important it is than
financing Kevin's start-up.  He'll make it -- it just may take a
little longer."

Andy could not change Kelly's mind.  After Kevin left, Andy asked
Kelly to come with her into the bathroom.  Kneeling on the floor
she said, "Now young lady, it's that time again.  I want to see
how much of that champagne I can taste."

Over her protests, Kelly did it and watched her yellow stream go
into Andy's throat.  But then there was a change.  As the stream
slowed Andy caught it in her mouth and for the first time tasted
it.  After licking off her cunt she said, "Kelly, you are utterly
delicious."  Then she cocked her head and said, "You know what? 
I'm almost coming around to the point of view that even your shit
would taste good."

"Don't even _think_ of it!" Kelly exclaimed while Andy just
grinned.

* * *

Later, after their wonderful lovemaking, Jack had just turned off
the light and Andy was snuggling into his shoulder.  As she did
she murmured, "Jack Fletcher, I love you so much!"

"And I adore you, darling," he replied.  A few moments later he
added, "You know something?  I really think of myself as Jack
Fletcher now.  Fletch Taylor is just a bad dream."

Then after another moment he said, "You know what happened
tonight, don't you, Andy?"  Although she didn't make a sound he
could feel her head shaking from side to side on his shoulder so
he continued, "You just got the ultimate confirmation of what
everyone was telling us on Maui: Andy Pierce is a wonderful
person!  Kelly Carmichael is a very special young lady and she
utterly adores you.  But what's going to happen when she learns
the truth?"

This time Andy responded.  "I don't know, Jack," she wailed.  "I
just don't know.  She'll probably hate me, I guess, for deceiving
her so badly."

"I don't think she will," he responded, "but I think she's going
to do something.  The question is, what?"  Then he changed the
subject and asked, "What about getting a wardrobe for her, honey?
 How are you going to work out that one?"

She chuckled and Jack found he loved the sensation of feeling her
chuckle while his hand cupped her breast.  "That was being solved
even as we were making love.  Honey, believe it or not, Ginger
Conrad is flying out here tonight.  Kathy says she has the most
perfect fashion judgment of anyone she has ever met.  She will be
taking Kelly shopping.  I wrote a number of letters of
introduction for her and called the buyers at my favorite stores.
 They'll be looking for her.  In addition, Sandy Harris is coming
with her.  Kathy wants her to get involved in the final
decorating bits and pieces for the apartment."

Although he couldn't see her -- the room was pitch black -- he
could feel her turn her head to look at him.  "Remember how
gorgeous Kathy's apartment was?  Sandy did it all, and did it in
just two weeks.  I'm really looking forward to their visit."

She moved her head a bit more and found Jack's lips with her own.
 After another rapturous kiss she put her head back on his
shoulder and cuddled close.  In moments they were both
asleep.*Chapter 40*

The doorbell rang at eight-thirty the next morning and Kelly went
to answer it.  Opening the door, she saw two beautiful young
women, one with brown hair and the other with the most gorgeous
auburn hair she had ever seen.  The redhead extended her hand and
said, "Kelly?  I'm Ginger Conrad and this is Sandy Harris.  We've
been sent out from Los Angeles to help with a couple of things."

When Kelly shook hands, she was very pleasantly surprised at the
strength in the two women's grips.  Just then Andy appeared and
the women took turns hugging her.

"Andy, you just keep getting more beautiful by the day," Ginger
said.  Then she said, "And thank you so much for having us met. 
Coming in on the red-eye is bad enough without having to fight
New York taxis."

The limousine with chauffeur was a new addition.  A senior master
sergeant, Sam Duncan, had been discharged from Ken's old Ranger
unit.  When Ken heard about it from Mike Rossi, he contacted him
and offered him a job as chauffeur.  He knew that there was
nothing on wheels with an engine that Sam couldn't handle
expertly.  Moreover, Sam's family was grown and now in the East.
Ken made the offer and Sam immediately accepted.  Now he was
living at a hotel near the apartment while waiting for his wife
to sell their house in California and join him.

Ken thought that the Duncans would make an ideal live-in couple
for Andy and Jack, although he had not mentioned a word of it to
the Taylors.  To take advantage of the innate snobbery of New
Yorkers, Ken had ordered a Rolls-Royce limousine in British
racing green.  In addition, with Bill Clifford's help, they had
arranged for Sam to have a pistol permit issued to him so he was
both a chauffeur and bodyguard.

Ginger grinned and said, "That green Rolls is really spectacular.
 Moreover, it's easy to spot in that sea of black Cadillacs."

The four women went back to the kitchen where Andy served coffee
and fresh croissants.  "Good heavens!" Ginger exclaimed when she
tasted one, "This is at least as good as the very best Kathy can
do.  Enough said?"

While they were sitting around the table, Andy told Kelly that
Ginger was going to help her pick out a wardrobe.  While they
were talking, Sam had brought the women's luggage and put it in
the room designated for their use.  It was a beautiful guest room
with sliding glass doors opening out on the pool terrace.

Finally, she gave Kelly a spank and sent her into her room to get
dressed.  As she left the kitchen Kelly realized it would be the
first time she had worn any clothes at all in over six weeks. 
When Ginger and Kelly went outside, they found Sam standing
beside the car waiting to open the door for them.  Ginger gave
him a bright smile and climbed in.

Kelly, however, stopped, gave him a loving kiss full on his lips
and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Duncan.  I can't tell you how
much I appreciate what you are doing for me!"

Sam Duncan was a man-mountain standing six feet two but appearing
to be almost that big across his massive shoulders.  He was black
as the ace of spades and utterly worshiped the ground Ken Carlson
walked on.  In just the few days he had been with Andy and Jack
he realized how much like Kathy and Ken they were.  And he adored
Kelly Carmichael.

She got in and he closed the door.  When he got behind the wheel
and pulled away from the curb, he used the limousine's intercom
to ask Kelly why she called him Mr. Duncan.

She replied, "If you insist on calling me Miss Kelly or Miss
Carmichael, I'm going to call you Mr. Duncan.  First of all,
you're old enough to be my father.  In fact, if he were still
alive I think he would be younger than you are.  Secondly, you're
one of our country's greatest heros.  Third, I love you so very
much.  I'm just poor white trash and we both know it.  Everything
I appear to be, I owe to Miss Pierce.  That's why you're Mr.
Duncan."

"Could I make a deal with you?" he asked.  "If I promise to call
you Kelly, would you please call me Sam?  Or Sarge?  I answer to
that, too."

"Sarge, it is!" Kelly exclaimed.  "And I love it!"

Then he addressed himself to Ginger.  "Mrs. Conrad, I think you
can see why everyone who knows Kelly adores her.  She's really
one of the finest people the good Lord ever put on this earth." 
He knew why Ginger had come East so he added, "I'm sure you're
going to do a wonderful job with her wardrobe.  Don't you think
she'll be easy to buy for, ma'am?"

"Can I get in on this deal, too, Sarge?  The name is Ginger, or
Ging or...  My husband is an ex-Marine fighter pilot.  He told me
what all those medals you have mean.  Please?  Ginger?"  She saw
his grin in the rear-view mirror and he put his thumb up.

What followed that day was the finest shopping experience Ginger
had ever had.  With Kelly's perfect body and beautiful blue eyes
she was so easy to buy for.  Inevitably, they would be shown to a
private room accompanied by the store's head fashion buyer, while
outfits worn by professional models were presented to them.

When they made a couple of tentative selections and Kelly tried
them on, the buyer's jaw dropped as she realized that they looked
better on Kelly than they had on the models.  Ginger was
initially puzzled by a question Kelly raised, "Will Mother like
it?"

When Ginger looked baffled, Kelly grinned and explained her
relationship with Andy.  "You see, Mrs. Conrad, she's my mother.
She created me.  She counsels, encourages, and most of all, she
loves me.  Oh God, I love that woman!"

"Kelly, do you think you could find it in your heart to call me
Ginger?" she asked with a grin.  "I think I'm only a few years
older than you are..."

"Oh no, Mrs. Conrad!  I couldn't.  Mom would be terribly upset. 
After all, you're a lawyer, a name partner in a major law firm...
 And I barely graduated from high school.  It really wouldn't be
respectful."

"Respect, hell!" Ginger exclaimed.  "I'm just Charley Conrad's
hot cunt!  That's the only thing that counts."  Looking at Kelly
she grinned and asked, "Don't you think you can bring yourself to
call a hot cunt, Ginger?"

Although the store buyer returned in time to hear the end of
Ginger's comment and was scandalized, Kelly just giggled. 
Looking at Ginger thoughtfully she said, "Well...  How about a
compromise?  How about Mrs. Hot Cunt?"

The buyer had retreated to bring out more outfits so Ginger hit
Kelly lightly on the arm and said, "What's wrong?  Are you
retarded or something?  It's Mrs. Charley's Hot Cunt!  Okay?"

Kelly just leaned over and kissed the woman.  Ginger was
astonished at the flow of pure love she felt from this lovely
girl. _This is a trip that was very much worth making,_ she
thought. _Let's hope it all works out!_

* * *

When the two women arrived at Bergdorf Goodman, they were greeted
at the door by Anita Lucas, the senior buyer for women's
fashions.  Anita was looking forward to their visit with all the
enthusiasm she would have for a trip to the dentist to have four
impacted wisdom teeth removed.  Having known 'Drea Taylor for
several years, Anita had come to utterly detest the woman.  She
was everything Anita had come to despise in the rich. _In fact,_
she thought, _'Drea Taylor raises humiliation almost to an art
form._  Nevertheless, she spent a great deal of money in the
store so her wishes were honored.

Seeing the Rolls pull up at the door, Nita thought nothing of it.
 'Drea had a Cadillac, she knew.  But she watched with interest
as two beautiful young women alighted from the vehicle and
entered the store.  The older girl was an incredible beauty, Nita
realized.  Never in her life had she seen auburn hair as
beautiful as hers.

She looked around as if waiting for someone.  Nita went up to her
and asked, "May I help you?"

"I hope so," the auburn-haired beauty replied.  "I'm Ginger
Conrad and I'm looking for Anita Lucas.  I'm a friend of Andrea
Taylor's."

Nita's eyes suddenly widened but she remained impassive and said,
"I'm Nita Lucas.  I'm delighted to meet you."

The girl smiled warmly and introduced the younger woman as
'Drea's niece.  Nita escorted them to a large private sitting
room and then watched in utter amazement.  First, the younger
woman stripped off all her clothes except for a tiny lace bikini.
 Unlike every other Bergdorf customer, though, Nita noticed that
the girl appeared completely comfortable in her nudity -- and
moved so gracefully!  The far-more-common attitude was an
unwillingness to undress -- and having seen the numerous bodily
flaws the women typically displayed, Nita knew why -- or a
tightness as if they were about to cover their breasts and loins
instantly.

This girl seemed completely at home.  Moreover, her body was
utterly incredible.  While her assistants worked with the women,
Nita stood in the corner and just watched.  The longer she
watched, the more puzzled she became.

First, Nita had offered refreshments.  One of her people was
waiting to rush to a nearby restaurant to buy whatever the women
wanted.  The redhead, Mrs. Conrad, asked if there was a pot of
coffee in the store somewhere.  When Nita reluctantly admitted
that there was, she asked for two coffees, black.  For 'Drea
Taylor or her friends this was unheard-of behavior.

Then the more she watched the younger woman the more puzzled she
became.  The girl moved with the grace of a dancer or a trained
athlete.  Her posture was utterly perfect.  Moreover, Nita
realized that she could listen to the girl talk for hours.  Her
voice was so cultured yet so musical.  In fact everything about
the girl reeked of refinement and breeding.  At the same time,
though, the pair were as kind and considerate to the store people
as any customers who had ever been in the place.

It was unique in Nita's experience.  Normally, the richer they
were, the more obnoxious they were.  But it was the relationship
between the two women that amazed Nita the most:  They were
constantly kidding each other!  Or at least, that's what appeared
to be happening.  When Nita heard the younger one giggle, she
thought it was the most delightful sound she had ever heard.

The surprises continued.  Unlike 'Drea, Ginger Conrad couldn't
care less what was "in" or "out".  At the same time Nita
recognized that Ginger had incredible style sense and judgment. 
Moreover, she certainly knew quality in both materials and
workmanship.

To her shock, Nita realized she was enjoying their visit!  While
she normally remained inconspicuously in the corner whenever
'Drea was in the store, this time she found herself drawn into
the discussions.  Before long, she was handling the two women
personally, when she realized that her assistants were
overmatched -- Ginger knew far more about fashions, colors and
fabrics than they did.

But it didn't stop there.  Before long, Nita found herself on the
phone talking to suppliers about special orders.  This had not
happened since she had been in the store.

The biggest surprise came at the end of their session.  As they
were about to leave, Ginger gave Nita her card.  Looking down at
it she saw Virginia P. Jamison, Partner.  Then she saw the firm
name, Clifford & Jamison.  Nita remembered reading something
about William H. Clifford marrying a Los Angeles lawyer a few
months back.  Searching her brain, Nita came up with a name and
asked, "Is Allison Clifford your partner?  The wife of William H.
Clifford?"

"Ali is certainly the managing partner," Ginger replied, "and I
guess you're right.  Her husband's name is William H. Clifford."
Looking at Nita she said, "But why do you ask?"

It was all Nita could do to reply.  "But... but... but he's one
of the wealthiest men in the country.  And... and you are his
wife's law partner?"

"Sure am," Ginger responded with a grin.  "And Ali Clifford is
one of the greatest people God ever put on this earth."  Then she
looked at Nita and added, "She's a very close friend of 'Drea's,
by the way."  Then Ginger extended her hand and said, "Thank you
very much, Ms. Lucas.  This has been one of the most delightful
shopping experiences of my life.  I'll certainly tell 'Drea how
helpful you and your people have been to us.  I'm sure she'll be
very pleased."

Nita did not know how to respond.  Finally, she replied honestly:
"Mrs. Conrad, this has been my very best day at the store.  And
you have made it so.  It is so rare that we get to meet someone
with such exquisite taste, color judgment and knowledge of
workmanship.  This has been a real pleasure!"

Ginger looked at the woman and decided she was being very
sincere.  Impulsively she took her into her arms and kissed her
warmly.  When their lips met, Nita almost fell over from the
impact of Ginger's kiss.  It was pure love!  As she tried to
clear her head, she heard Ginger say, "Ms. Lucas, coming from a
person as experienced and as knowledgeable as you are, that is a
real compliment.  I am truly honored!"

As the two women left the store, Nita's fingers were at her lips
as she still felt the power of the woman's kiss.  Slowly she
smiled as she realized it had been her very best day in the
fashion industry.  Still bemused, she made her way back to her
office.  The sale had been huge.  But at the same time she was
very pleased.  The girl, Kelly Carmichael, was one of the most
spectacular beauties she had ever seen.

When Ginger explained that she was in contention for debutante of
the year honors, Nita had taken a real interest.  Finally she had
come to realize that Ginger's style-sense was at least as good as
her own.  A couple of times she had tried to push an outfit on
Kelly which Ginger firmly rejected.  Thinking about it, Nita was
honest enough to admit that Ginger was right and she had been
wrong.  Every outfit that Ginger purchased was unique and perfect
for the young woman.

Sitting down behind her desk, there was one thing that still
puzzled her.  Mrs. Conrad had purchased two outfits, including a
formal gown, whose colors were really not right for Kelly.  She
had been assured that they were not for her, but Nita couldn't
figure out for whom they were intended.  Clearly, it couldn't be
'Drea -- they would never fit.  She remembered how fat she was,
and all the styling tricks she used to minimize the apparent size
of her waist, hips, buttocks and thighs.  But who were they for?
Only then did Nita realize that Ginger's figure and Kelly's might
as well have been carbon copies.  But the outfits would not work
with either Ginger's coloring or with Kelly's.  Who were they
for?

The final shock came two days later when she received a
beautifully addressed envelope.  Opening it, she found a Crane's
informal with the name, Kelly Pierce Carmichael engraved on it. 
It was a note to her done in the most beautifully clear
handwriting she had ever seen.  It was to thank her for all of
the courtesies extended to herself and Mrs. Conrad on their
recent visit and expressing anticipation at being able to wear
all the lovely things they had purchased.  She also conveyed her
aunt's warmest thanks, as well.

Nita was utterly stunned!  Rising from her desk she took the note
to the store's president who read it twice.  He, too, had never
seen anything like it.

* * *

It was almost five o'clock when Ginger and Kelly returned to the
apartment.  Finding Andy and Sandy in the library talking, Kelly,
who had stripped off her clothes as soon as she got in, rolled
her hips and said, "How about swimming a few laps?  Mom, I'll bet
I can take you at 1,000 meters!"

Then she looked at Sandy and said, "Miss Harris, would you and
Ginger like to get in on it, too?"

Sandy looked outside and her brow knitted.  "Be serious!  It's
snowing."

"Oh," Kelly replied in a flat tone of voice, "I guess it is,
isn't it?  So what?  The pool is heated."  Turning back to Andy
she said, "Mom, how about it?"

Andy grinned and stripped off her clothes.  "Okay, twerp!  I
guess I have to clean your clock again!"

Sandy and Ginger looked at one another and both shrugged.  In
just moments their clothes were strewn on the floor and they were
following the other two out the door to the pool terrace.  Both
of them shrieked as they found themselves running barefoot
through the light snow that was already almost an inch deep.

When they reached the pool, they saw Kelly and Andy standing on
the starting boxes of the two side lanes leaving the center two
for Ginger and Sandy.  The temperature was well below freezing
while the snow, driven by a stiff wind, was blowing almost
horizontally across the roof of the forty-story apartment
building on which the penthouse was built.

As soon as they were in position, Andy gave the starting count
and the four hit the water in racing dives at almost the same
instant.  One-thousand meters in a twenty-five-meter pool is
forty laps.  After doing twenty, Ginger and Sandy both stopped
and rested at the end of the pool.  They found the experience
remarkable.  Although their bodies were comfortable in the heated
water after their strenuous exercise, snowflakes were melting on
their faces.

In the meantime they watched as Andy and Kelly continued to move
with power and grace through the water.  After thirty-eight laps
Andy shifted from a distance stroke to a sprint and began to pull
away.  Although Kelly did the same thing, she was not yet as
strong as Andy nor did she have her endurance.  In just the last
two laps Andy opened a lead of nearly half a pool length.  When
Kelly finished, Andy was standing on the deck waiting for her to
give her a hand out.

Then, instead of returning to the house, Andy led the way to a
hut-like structure built against the its wall.  The penthouse
was, in fact, a very large one-floor house built on the roof of
the apartment building.  Structurally, though, it was completely
independent except for its water, sewer and utility connections.

Opening the door, the girls found themselves in a sauna that had
been completed only a few days earlier.  After pouring water on
hot rocks, it immediately vaporized, sending up clouds of steam
which quickly filled the room.  As the steam rose, Andy sat back
on the bench and rested against the wall.  Once inside, Ginger
realized that the structure was larger than it appeared to be on
the outside.  The bench lined three of the four walls.

Instead of sitting on the bench, Kelly lay down on it and rested
her head on Andy's thigh.  Looking up at her face, she said
softly, "You won again, Mom.  What did I lose this time?"

Andy picked Kelly up by her shoulders and brought her face to
hers.  Then she concentrated on kissing the girl in a manner to
try to convey the extent of her love.  Kelly wrapped her arms
around Andy's sweat-slickened shoulders and returned the love. 
When they finally parted, Kelly sat up beside Andy and looked at
the other two women.  She whistled softly and said, "Mom, have
you taken a good look at Ginger and Miss Harris?  Do you realize
that we mostly look the same -- just assorted colors?  Black,
brown, red and gold, but outside of that, identical."

Looking at Ginger, she just shook her head sorrowfully and said,
"Can you imagine _anyone_ looking as beautiful as Ginger?  My
God, her coloring is unbelievable."

At that point Sandy said, "By the way, young lady.  The name is
Sandy.  It is not -- repeat, _not_ -- Miss Harris!  Clear?"

Kelly grinned, got off the bench and went to Sandy with her hand
outstretched.  After shaking hands she said, "Sandy, you are
unbelievably beautiful."  She looked at her closely and then
added, "You're very much like my mom, too.  So much of your
beauty is radiated from the goodness inside you."

Sitting down beside her, Kelly took Sandy's head in her hands. 
In spite of the steam that now was so thick that they could no
longer see across to the far wall, she just stared into Sandy's
eyes.  Then she tilted Sandy's head, put her lips on hers and
kissed her.  Instantly Sandy could feel the purest, most innocent
love flowing through her.

When she did, she put her arms around the younger woman's
sweat-slickened body and squeezed, then concentrated on the kiss.
 When they finally eased apart, Kelly was shaking but said, "I
didn't know the half of it, did I?  Sandy, you are so
unbelievably pure and good!"

Sandy slowly shook her head and said to Andy, who she could no
longer even see through the steam, "This girl is exquisite, Andy.
 Never have I encountered a person like her.  The only people who
could be in her class -- maybe -- are you, Kathy and Ali.  But
I'm convinced you can't be human -- any of you!"

Kelly and Andy then got sticks and began to scrape dead skin from
the other two women's bodies.  By now sweat was pouring off all
four of them in sheets, and the sticks were scraping off dirt and
dead skin.  When they finished, Ginger and Sandy, who had watched
the process, did it to Andy and Kelly.

By the time they were through, sweat had soaked the women's hair
and even the wooden bench they were sitting on.  Then Andy winked
at Kelly and said, "Well, I guess it's that time."  Turning to
the other two she said, "To complete the sauna we have to close
the pores.  To do that we have a pool of water right outside the
door."  She opened the door and then jumped feet-first into a
small circular pool.  Kelly was right behind her.

Sandy had been watching and was surprised by the depth of the
pool.  Although it appeared at a glance to be like a small
child's wading pool, it was, in fact, deep enough for the water
to be well over the heads of the women.  Andy and Kelly's heads
bobbed to the surface and Kelly said, "Don't just stand there
freezing!  Come on in!"

Sandy looked at Ginger, shrugged, and they both jumped in
feet-first the way they had seen Andy and Kelly do it.  As soon
as they hit the water, both women shrieked in pain.  The water
was only thirty-eight degrees.  As soon as they entered, Andy and
Kelly vaulted out of the pool.  When the two heads bobbed to the
surface, they stepped on them with their bare feet and ran for a
door to a large shower room.  In an instant the two women were
out of the pool and running after them.

The shower was a marvel.  There was plenty of room for all four
women and it had myriad shower and spray heads.  Without saying a
word, Kelly and Andy showered in very warm water, shampooed their
hair and then passed the shampoo and conditioner to Sandy and
Ginger.  In spite of standing in the warm water, both were still
shivering and covered with goose-bumps.

What followed amazed the two visitors.  When they got out of the
shower, they were seated on two stools and wrapped in warm bath
towels.  Andy dried Ginger while Kelly worked on Sandy.  Then
they led them to another room in which there were several massage
tables.  After massaging their bodies, they sat them down on the
stools again and fixed their hair.

After slipping on warm terry robes, they returned to the library.
 At that point Kelly slipped off her robe and said to Ginger,
"Ginger, would you like to punish me first?  That was a terribly
nasty trick Mom and I pulled on you two.  I think ten spanks from
each of you would be about right.  Do you agree, or do you think
it should be more?"

Looking thoughtful, she shook her head and said, "No, that's
really not enough, is it?  I forgot that you two are both from
Southern California where it's warm all the time.  The cold
really affected you."  Sandy could see tears at the corners of
the beautiful girl's eyes as she said, "Fifteen?  Twenty?  What
do you think?"

With her face impassive Ginger asked, "What about Andy?  Does she
get the same number?"

Kelly's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Oh, no!  I guess I
wasn't clear.  I am accepting the punishment for both of us.  I
guess twenty from each of you is about right.  I get them all."

Then she explained about the whipping Andy had taken and told
them of her vow that her mother would never be beaten again. 
"But, you see, what we did to you two was pretty nasty, so we
deserve to be punished.  It's just that I accept it for both of
us."

"Kneel down between my legs," Ginger commanded, opening her robe
and spreading her thighs wide.  Kelly did as she was told and
then looked up with her eyes wide.  Then Ginger held the girl's
face and kissed her with all the love she could convey.

At first Kelly was startled, but then responded in kind.  When
Ginger released her though, instead of rising, Kelly dropped her
head and kissed Ginger's cunt.  Then she went to Sandy and over
her protests did the same thing.

Then Kelly asked why she had not been punished.  Ginger just
shook her head and said, "Kelly, it would be impossible.  First,
you are such a beautiful girl -- and I mean that in every sense
of the word."  Then she grinned and added, "And besides, that was
one of the neatest practical jokes I've ever seen!"  Looking
puzzled she added, "But how in hell were you and Andy able to
stay in that liquid refrigerator and look so casual about it? 
That's what really did it to Sandy and me.  There was utterly no
warning!  How did you do it?"

Andy giggled and replied, "I wasn't really sure we could."  She
grinned and added, "But it was fun, wasn't it?"

In the meantime, Kelly had been looking at Ginger carefully.  The
girl still had her robe open exposing her pubic hair and cunt. 
Finally she said, "Ginger, something's bothering me.  Your pubic
hair: It's so incredibly beautiful.  So is the hair on your head,
of course, but..."

Ginger chuckled and grinned sheepishly.  Kelly thought it was the
merriest little sound she had ever heard.  "Honey, what you're
trying to say is the hair on my head looks like it's dyed. 
That's only because it is."

Kelly's jaw dropped in utter amazement.  "But your pubic hair...
I mean... it matches."

Ginger quickly told Kelly the story of dying her hair a horrible
mouse brown to keep from being attractive to men.  When she got
started, she told the full story including wearing body padding
to conceal her figure and horrible brown contact lenses to hide
her green eyes.  She finished by saying, "All in all, Kel, I was
a horrible mess!  Then Ali Clifford saved me.  She dragged me
kicking and screaming back into the human race.  Less than a week
later, I was engaged to Charley Conrad.  In the meantime, though,
she had her buddy, Henry Hall -- who worked on your hair, I
understand -- dye my hair back to it's natural color."

Then she explained that dyed hair can't change color and is too
even in color to be natural.  At that point she bent over and
showed Kelly where her natural color ended -- about two-thirds of
its length had grown in.  Then Ginger said, "While you've been
talking about pubic hair, I've been looking at Andy.  Andy, you
did to yourself what Kathy and Judy did, didn't you?  You plucked
it back and took out all the hair below your neat patch."  She
smiled warmly and said, "It looks utterly fabulous!"  Then she
looked embarrassed and added, "Could you...? I mean..."

"Could I do it for you?" Andy asked with a warm smile.  "Of
course!  But I warn you, it does hurt.  Are you sure you want
to?"

At that point Sandy said, "If you do, could I get in the game,
too?  I mean..."

After being reassured that both women did want their pubic hair
plucked, they took them back to the massage room.  After
providing them with pieces of hard rubber to bite on, Andy and
Kelly went to work with Kelly working on Ginger while Andy did
Sandy.  As Kelly worked, she was impressed with the courage of
the woman.  In spite of tears of pain flowing from her eyes
Ginger never flinched nor moved her pelvis in any way.  By the
time they were finished both girls were bathed in perspiration. 
After giving them warm baths, they put pain-deadening ointment on
the areas and then gave them small mirrors to use to admire the
results.

Ginger looked at herself carefully, then took Kelly in her arms
and kissed her lovingly.  "Darling, what a disgusting job!  I
only now realized what we asked you and Andy to do for us."  Then
looking closely at Kelly she said, "You did it all yourself,
didn't you?  And you pulled it all out, not just a few stray
hairs."

Kelly just shrugged and said, "It was for my mom.  She thought it
would look prettier and I think she's right.  Do you?"  Ginger
agreed that she certainly thought it did.

That evening, when Jack joined them in the library for drinks, he
looked at the two California girls and started to laugh.  Ginger
feigned a hurt expression and asked, "What's so funny?"  Jack
just shook his head and continued to laugh while Andy began to
giggle.  Both girls were wearing warm cardigan sweaters, but that
was all.  They were both naked from the waist down.

Ginger looked down at herself and protested, "I can't help it! 
I'm cold."

That night they had a magnificent dinner that was prepared almost
entirely by Kelly.  Since everyone had had a long day they
retired early.  Sandy and Ginger were sharing a king-sized bed,
but in spite of her fatigue Ginger could not fall asleep.  At the
same time she didn't want to disturb Sandy by tossing and
turning, so after about an hour of just lying still she eased out
of the bed and padded out towards the living rooms.

Expecting to be alone, she was surprised to see a light shining
under the closed door to the library.  Easing it open, she found
Kelly at the desk working on a book.  Since she was naked,
Ginger's bare feet made no sound on the carpet as she padded up
behind the girl to see what she was doing.

Kelly was working on a scrapbook.  She only had the desk lamp on;
the rest of the room was in darkness.  Sensing someone in the
room with her, she jerked around, startled.  Seeing Ginger
standing behind her she smiled and said, "Hi, Mrs. Conrad.  What
are you doing up at this hour?"  She paused for a moment and
added, "I guess it's the time change, isn't it?  It's three hours
earlier in Los Angeles, so maybe it's too early for you to be
ready for sleep."

Shaking her head sadly Ginger replied, "Don't I wish it were that
simple!  No, darling, it's Charley:  God, I miss him so!  Gently
she ran her finger down her still-very-sore slit and moaned.

Then she shook her head as if to clear it and asked, "But, for
that matter, what are you doing up, Kel?  You don't have a time
change and you're still a virgin.  What are _you_ doing?"  Then
she feigned a frown and said, "And it's still Ginger, damn it!"

"I'm working on a surprise for Mom," she replied sheepishly. 
Then looking concerned she added, "You won't tell her, willyou?"

Ginger shook her head with a warm smile and said, "Of course not!
 But what is it?"

"It's my Pygmalion scrapbook," she replied.  "You remember
Pygmalion did a beautiful statue of Galatea and fell in love with
it.  Well, you could think of me as a cross between the myth and
Shaw's play where Mom is Professor Higgins to my Eliza Doolittle.
 You see, Mrs. Charley's Hot Cunt," she said with a grin causing
Ginger to roll her eyes, "she created me in a more meaningful way
than Professor Higgins ever created Eliza.  But the cross with
the myth is that I'm hoping and praying that she will fall in
love with me, too, the way Pygmalion fell in love with his
statue."

Since Ginger looked very interested, Kelly asked, "Would you like
to look at it?"

Ginger instantly agreed and pulled up a chair.  It turned out
that the scrapbook was, in fact, a multimedia project featuring
the book but also using audio and video tapes.  As she reviewed
the material with Ginger, the older girl was impressed with two
things: First, the incredible changes that Kelly had made in
herself in only six weeks.  Second, the very professional way in
which she had assembled, prepared and packaged the materials.

The book opened with a series of photos of Kelly -- Ginger
wondered who had taken them -- taken at the time she came to live
with Andy.  It showed the fat on her hips, thighs and buttocks;
breasts that were flabby verging on pendulous and a very-visible
belly.  Her posture was poor, her hair looked like a haystack,
while her complexion was pasty white.  The next series of
pictures had been taken very recently.  Kelly had replicated the
poses from the first series, but now it showed the girl's
incredible beauty.

When she asked Kelly why she bothered with the "after" series she
saw a quick flash of pain in the girl's eyes.  Then she replied,
"You know I'm going to become Mrs. Taylor's slave, don't you? 
That happens regardless of how well I do in the cotillion.  I
could end up with... permanent marks... so I wanted Mom to see me
at my best."  Hearing the girl and seeing the pain that flashed
in her eyes, Ginger cringed.

There was much more to the scrapbook, though.  There were a
series of audio cuts on tape of Kelly speaking at the time she
began working and now.  The changes in the girl's voice, speech
pattern, vocabulary and even her spoken sentence structure were
unbelievable.  Following were video tapes of Kelly beginning to
swim and beginning to work out on the exercise machines, also
followed by identical shots taken recently.  Again, the changes
were unbelievable.

Finally, Kelly went back to the scrapbook and showed Ginger
handwriting samples, then and now.  At the start her writing was
like so many people her age: scarcely legible.  Then Kelly showed
her the note she had just written to Anita Lucas at Bergdorf's.

When Ginger looked at the beautiful penmanship, her eyes widened
and she exclaimed, "Kelly, this is beautiful!"  Taking the girl
in her arms she hugged her tight and said, "And I mean it in two
senses of the term.  First, your penmanship is the most beautiful
I have ever seen.  But second, the note itself and your words are
so kind and thoughtful.  I'm certain Ms. Lucas will be very
pleased.  It's simply lovely!"

"You really think so!?" Kelly exclaimed.  "I'm so glad."  Looking
into Ginger's eyes she added, "She was so nice and worked so hard
to find nice things for me to wear."

"And you are such a beautiful, sweet girl I'm sure she was very
happy to do it, too, Kelly," Ginger replied.

Then she said, "Honey, this scrapbook is utterly incredible!  I
don't think there's a person alive who could do what you did in
six _years_ let alone six weeks.  Thank you for showing it to me.
 I'm sure Andy will be utterly delighted."

"Thank you so much!" Kelly exclaimed.  Then she said, "You helped
me so much today, Ginger, and all the thanks you got was to have
your ass frozen in that pool!  Let me try to fix you up."

Kelly led the way back to the room where the massage tables were
set up and asked Ginger to lie on her back with her legs hanging
over the end of the table.  She was surprised at the request but
did as Kelly asked.

Kelly moved between Ginger's legs and put them over her
shoulders.  Then she proceeded to work on her cunt with her lips
and tongue.  At first Ginger was shocked.  No woman had ever gone
down on her before.  Then she realized what wonderful sensations
Kelly was creating and just sighed and enjoyed them.

After Ginger reached her first orgasm Kelly licked it all up
carefully, lifted her head and said, "Ginger, your love juices
are as sweet as sugar.  You taste as delicious as I was sure you
would."  Then she added, "You're almost as sweet as my mom!"

Ginger realized how she had become so practiced.  Dropping her
head Kelly went back to work.  Before long she had Ginger in
continuous orgasm with her pelvis shaking and her juices flowing
in a steady stream.  After she had maintained her that way for
almost fifteen minutes, she bit the girl's swollen clit.  Coming
after such a sustained orgasm it was too much for Ginger to take.
 She fainted as her nervous system shorted out.

Kelly just smiled warmly and carefully licked up the last of
Ginger's fluids, then pushed the girl's body up on the massage
table and eased her over onto her stomach.  Taking the musk oil,
she proceeded to give Ginger a very gentle and loving massage. 
After she turned her over on her back, she saw that Ginger had
regained consciousness but her eyes were still closed.

Earlier, Kelly had dimmed the lights in the room, retaining only
the minimal illumination necessary for her to see what she was
doing.  Very gently, she worked the rare oil into Ginger's
breasts then moved down her belly.  She jumped down to the girl's
thighs, then worked her way back up to her groin.  When she
finished, she used her new strength to get Ginger off the table
and on her feet with her arm over Kelly's shoulder.  Moving
slowly and carefully to try to avoid fully awakening her, Kelly
walked her back to her room and eased her back into bed.

She waited for a few moments until she saw that Ginger's
breathing was slow and regular; she was sound asleep.  Kelly
returned to the library and put away her scrapbook.

Curling up in an easy chair, Kelly began to reread _The
Federalist._  She was absorbed in the writings when she saw
motion in the darkness beyond the light.  Looking up she saw the
lightness of Sandy's body.  She, too, had been unable to sleep,
but had been lying still in the bed to keep from disturbing
Ginger.  She had still been awake when Kelly put Ginger back in
bed.  While she had no idea of what Kelly might have done, it was
clear that, whatever it was, it worked.

Ginger was not only sound asleep but there was the ghost of a
very happy smile on her lips.  Realizing it was Sandy, Kelly
said, "Good evening, Miss Harris.  Can't you sleep either?"

Sandy came into the light and sat down across from Kelly.  "I
sure can't!  God, I miss Jack so."  Then she grinned at Kelly and
added, "At home when Jack's out of town -- he has to travel a
good deal -- I sit up and watch television and tapes until all
hours.  Sometimes I fall asleep and sometimes I don't, but it
beats tossing and turning in bed and feeling my cunt in its agony
of wanting."  She grinned and added, "Sometimes there's even
something decent to watch, too."

Seeing the book in Kelly's hand she asked, "But what are you
doing up so late, young lady?  You need your beauty sleep."

Kelly just shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, there aren't
enough hours in the day, Miss Harris.  I'm rereading _The
Federalist."_

"Oh," said Sandy in a flat tone of voice.  "That's almost the
same as one of Barbara Cartland's Gothic novels, isn't it?"  Then
she frowned and growled, "By the way, that's twice you called me
Miss Harris!  The name is Sandy, damn it!"

"I'm sorry, Sandy-Damn-It," Kelly said with her eyes large and
her voice seemingly very sincere.  "I promise I won't call you
'Miss Harris' again."

Sandy cracked up with laughter.  She had earlier decided that
Kelly was a wonderful girl and her judgment had been confirmed.

Then she said, "Sandy, you're a lawyer and I understand you're
one of the very best in the country.  I want to adopt Mistress
Andy as my mother.  Can I do that?  And if so, how?"  Sandy was
stunned by the girl's remark and temporized.  Kelly explained
what Andy had done for her and quickly showed her some of the
highlights of her scrapbook.

Then she said, "Sandy, Mom is a slave.  Do you think Mrs. Taylor
will sell me her freedom for $250,000?  That's what I get if I'm
selected as Debutante of the Year."

Although Sandy did not know the full story of Andy's relationship
with Kathy, she did know most of it.  Her heart turned over
listening to the girl's obviously sincere wish to set Andy free.
When she temporized, Kelly's face dropped but then brightened
again.  She said, "Well, that's okay, I guess.  After all, I'll
be earning $25,000 a day, so sooner or later I'll have enough to
buy Mom's freedom."

Then they talked about the book Kelly was reading.  Sandy had
studied it in college and then later in law school.  She quickly
realized how incredibly smart the girl was as they debated
several fine points of the Constitution.  Kelly then took Sandy
back to the massage tables and did for her what she had done for
Ginger.

After putting her back in bed, she returned to her book.  At five
in the morning the book fell to her lap as exhaustion overtook
her and she fell asleep huddled in the chair for warmth.  By then
the room had cooled substantially because the heat in the
penthouse had been cut back for the night.

* * *

"That is one incredible girl you have living with you, Andy,"
Ginger said.  It was eight in the morning and she and Sandy,
still bleary-eyed -- it was only five, California time -- were
having breakfast with Andy.  While Ginger respected Kelly's
confidence with respect to the scrapbook, she told Andy how Kelly
had brought her to orgasm, then gave her a sensuous massage and
finally put her back to bed.

Before coming into the kitchen, Sandy had checked the library and
found Kelly huddled in the same chair shivering.  She found a
blanket, covered her and carefully put the book on the lamp table
after marking Kelly's place.

She said, "Andy, that girl is something else!"  Looking at Andy
closely she added, "She loves you like the mother she never knew.
 Honest!"  Then she told how Kelly wanted to use the money she
won to buy her freedom.

Finally, with her face impassive, Sandy asked, "What's going to
happen, Andy, when Kelly learns the truth?  Have you given it any
thought?"

Andy's face fell and she began to cry like her heart was broken.
Sandy took her into her arms and held her tightly.  As she did,
since they were both nude, she felt Andy's very firm breasts
mashing against her own.  Sandy just held her tightly and heard
the anguish in her tears.

Finally Andy eased away and said softly, "She'll hate me.  And
it's all my fault!"  Again she began to cry.

"She cannot!" Sandy interjected with her face still impassive.

Sandy's flat statement penetrated and registered in Andy's brain
despite her misery.  She jerked up and said, "What did you say?"

"I said she cannot!" Sandy repeated while her face remained
impassive.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean it's both physically and psychologically impossible for
Kelly Carmichael to hate _her mother!  And you, Andrea Pierce
Taylor, are her mother!"_ Sandy exclaimed.

Andy opened her mouth to protest but before she could make a
sound Ginger said, "She's absolutely right, you know."

She looked at Andy and said, "Do you know what she said to me
last night?  She said that if you ever needed anything that was
in her power to give you, she would.  Jokingly, I asked if that
included a heart transplant."

With her eyes boring into Andy's she concluded, "She said, 'Of
course!'  When I pointed out that it would kill her, she only
shrugged.  Andy, that girl loves you more than life itself.  And
Sandy's absolutely right: Kelly Carmichael thinks of you as her
mother.  She utterly adores you!"

Andy began to cry again but this time her weeping sounded
hopeless.*Chapter 41*

"'Drea Taylor, who _is_ that exquisite thing you're sponsoring
for the cotillion!?" Sarah Conklin gushed.  "She is utterly
fabulous!  Do you know what she gave me last night as a hostess
gift?  My God," the woman interrupted herself, "I think it's the
first hostess gift I've ever received!  Where was she educated? 
If you know, please tell me!  I'll ship that spoiled little bitch
of a daughter of mine out to it in an instant."  Then she related
how Kelly had given her an exquisite cloisonne snuff box that was
an utterly perfect addition to her collection.

Andy smiled to herself listening to Sarah.  It was largely due to
Sandy Harris.  In addition to buying finishing items for the
decoration of the penthouse, Sandy had been an incredibly
effective buyer of hostess gifts.  They were for Kelly to present
to the women giving the various debutante parties to which she
had been invited.

Under questioning from Sandy, Andy found that she knew far more
about the hostesses than she realized.  For example, when she
remembered that Sarah had a collection of snuff boxes, Sandy had
made a couple of phone calls, located the establishment that had
the best reputation in that specialized field of collecting and
called it.  To Andy's surprise -- but not to Sandy's -- they knew
Sarah well, knew her collection, but most important, knew what
item she would most like to have.

After several hours of questioning, Andy breathed a sigh of
relief, rose from her chair and stretched.  "Is that the end of
the third degree?" she asked with a grin.

Then she shook her head slowly and added, "Sandy, now I can see
why you're so effective as a trial lawyer.  You don't miss much,
do you?  You got a ton of information out of me that I didn't
even realize I knew!"  Sandy had just grinned.

Andy's attention had drifted while Sarah continued to talk.  Then
Andy realized she had just made a remark that alerted her.  "I'm
sorry, Sarah," she said.  "Would you please repeat that?"

When the woman did, Andy's heart sank.  She learned that in the
intervening ten years since her own deb days, social
consciousness had come to society.  It was no longer enough to
have a party.  Now there had to be some social significance to
it.  The result was that every party was run as a fund-raiser of
some sort.  Sarah's, it turned out, raised money for the
homeless.  With her heart in her mouth Andy asked, "How did my
niece do?"

"You mean you don't know?" the woman said.  "Oh, maybe you were
asleep when she got home."  Andy had been up waiting for Kelly
but the girl had said nothing to her.

Sarah continued, "We had a Bridge tournament.  Each couple put
$500 into the pot.  Kelly and Kevin were the big winners -- they
won the first prize of $2,500."  While Sarah continued talking,
Andy wondered where the initial money had come from.  Not only
did Kelly not have $500, she didn't think she even had five! 
Sarah talked for another five minutes and then they hung up after
promising to get together for lunch soon.  Andy was sitting in
the library with her bare feet on the desk.

As she hung up the phone the door opened and Kelly came in.  She
stretched sinuously, yawned and then came around the desk to give
Andy a kiss.  When she did, Andy was reminded again how much she
had come to love this beautiful girl.  When they eased apart,
Andy pinched one of Kelly's asscheeks hard.

Yelping in pain, Kelly gently rubbed the injured spot and looked
at Andy with a pout.  "What did you do that for, Mom?" she asked
plaintively.

"That was for holding out on me last night, young lady," Andy
replied.  "I just learned about the Bridge tournament and I want
to know where you got the entry fee?"

"This is yours, Mom," Kelly said giving a stack of currency to
Andy.  It was $1,000.  She then said, "Mom, we owe our salvation
to Sarge!  I knew he was an Army Ranger but I never knew that,
among other things, he was an intelligence specialist.  Anyway,
we had gone up to the Conklin's apartment, got acquainted, and
had dinner.  As we were finishing, I as told that there was
someone at the door to see me.  It was Sarge.

While we were eating he had been talking to some of the other
chauffeurs and learned about the Bridge game."  She grinned and
said, "He knew what we were going to do before we did.  Anyway,
there were people standing around so you know what he did?"  Andy
just shook her head.  "He said, 'Miss Kelly, you left your money
in the car.  I thought you might need it.'  Mom, it was $500 --
and it was his own money.  He knows I never even have five cents,
and he didn't want Kevin and me to be embarrassed."

"What did you do then?" Andy asked.

"I told Kevin that we were going to play Bridge _to win!_  We had
to, in order to have the money to give back to Sarge.  Anyway, we
did," she said simply.

"Kelly Carmichael, exactly what did you do?" Andy asked
suspiciously.

"Mom, playing against you and Dad all the time -- you two are
real sharks -- we've gotten pretty good.  When we learned what
the arrangement was -- there were three prizes: $2,500, $1,000
and $500 -- we knew we had to finish no worse than second. 
Anyway, we let it all hang out."

When Andy asked for an explanation of her last comment, Kelly
explained, "The format was rubber Bridge where you play four
hands at each table.  Anyway, I guess we got lucky at our first
table.  The other couple wasn't very good and Kev and I got good
cards.  We destroyed them:  We took two 700 rubbers with four
hands that included two bid slams.  The second slam was on the
fourth hand.  It was a grand slam, vulnerable, doubled and
redoubled.  I think we got enough points in the first four hands
to win for the night, but we just kept rolling.  We were pretty
sure we were miles ahead, but since no scores are posted, we
couldn't be certain."

"Then what?" Andy asked.

"We gave Sarge $1,000, I gave you $1,000 and we're keeping the
last $500 as our bank.  I gather that these fund-raisers have
become a way of life on the debutante circuit."

Andy accepted the money and put it in a small box with other
money that Kelly had given her from time to time.

To Kelly's embarrassment, every night there was a deb party, she
went through the same routine with Andy.  First, she insisted on
taking a shower with her, then giving her a bath, followed by a
sensuous massage.  Often, Andy would take the opportunity to eat
Kelly's delicious cunt while she lay on the massage table. 
Although Kelly didn't know it, Andy was doing most of the same
things she had done on Maui for Judy Jeffries.

After covering the girl with a light blanket and letting her take
a short nap, Andy carefully fixed her hair -- although her gamine
hairstyle required very little fixing -- and then went with her
to her room to dress her.  Andy insisted on doing that herself,
too.  She delighted in smoothing the lovely fabrics over Kelly's
perfect young body.  After applying the tiniest amount of
lipstick, Kelly was ready.  Every one of the outfits Ginger had
picked out for her was unique and exquisite.

Andy smiled to herself realizing that Ginger had done something
else, too:  Almost all of the outfits she had selected were
styled in a way that anyone with a less-than-perfect body could
not possibly wear them.  Although they were conservatively
styled, they were also so simple in their cut that they would
reveal any bodily imperfection.

Normally, just before putting on Kelly's bikini, Andy would pinch
her, spank her lightly, or just caress one of her buns.  After
the third episode Kelly asked, "Mom, why do you do this all the
time?  I can get washed and dressed by myself."

"Of course you can, my darling," Andy replied softly.  "I do it
because I love it!  I can't tell you how happy and proud you make
me feel."  Her voice dropped to just above a whisper and she
concluded, "And it's because I love you so damned much."

Remembering her conversation with Ginger and Sandy she said,
"Kelly, please try not to hate me when you learn the truth.  I
know it's only a matter of time because many of the people in the
social circle in which you're now moving know all about me.  They
know what a terrible person I really am."

Kelly was startled and looked at Andy in alarm.  When she did,
she saw tears in the corners of Andy's eyes.

"Mom, that's impossible," she said softly.  Then, echoing Sandy's
words, she added, "I have to love you, Mistress Andy, in the same
way I have to breathe.  I will do anything for you, Mother. 
_Anything!"_

Remembering Sandy's words about a heart transplant, Andy
shuddered.  Looking into Kelly's eyes she could believe it.  Then
she took the girl into her arms and kissed her with all the love
she could convey.

One night, a week before the cotillion, Kelly was giggling when
she came home from a party.  Andy had heard the sound of her
passionate goodnight kiss.  When she came into the library where
Andy was reading, she was holding up the front of her dress. 
Andy raised an eyebrow and asked what she was doing.  "Kev wanted
to caress my tits, Mom, and I didn't want him to stretch the
dress."  With that she carefully took it off and lay it on the
sofa.

"Why the giggling, Hon?" Andy asked.  "Was Kev tickling you when
you were bare?"

"No, Mom," Kelly replied.  "I was thinking about tonight's party
at the Knights.  It got pretty funny."  When Andy asked what was
funny, Kelly said, "I guess I don't like them very much."

She went on to say that the evening's entertainment was a cross
between a carnival and a Las Vegas night.  There were both
gambling and skill games.  "The biggest prize was at a dart game.
 In the corner of the board there was a $10,000 prize.  To win it
you had to stick the dart in the envelope.  Mr. Knight kept
saying that the prize was his personal donation, in contrast to
most of the rest of the games where a portion of the entry fees
was used for the prize structure.  Anyway, although people were
winning other prizes on the board, no one was making any progress
with the big one."

Kelly's eyes gleamed as she remembered.  Darts were three for
twenty dollars -- if someone wanted to take a lot of turns it
would get very expensive.  She told how she had been watching the
game when one of the guys hit the big-money envelope posted in
the corner.  He thought he had won, but then his dart fell off
the board.  At that point Kelly studied the prize target very
carefully while shifting her vantage point.  Then she noticed
that the reflection of the light on the prize seemed to change as
she changed her position.

"Mom," she said, "I got the idea that he had done something to
make it impossible for anyone to win.  It almost looked like
there was a dome over it or something."

"What did you do?" Andy asked, fascinated by the story.

Kelly just shrugged and said, "I paid my twenty dollars.  Then I
picked up the three heaviest darts I could find.  Normally I
throw a dart with a light touch -- throwing hard just spoils your
aim.  This time, though, I really ripped it."

She grinned and said, "I was right.  There was a plastic dome
over the envelope.  I hit it dead center and the thing smashed. 
You would have howled to see Mr. Knight!  He was pissed!  But
with so many people around, all he could do was give me the ten
grand as graciously as he could.  That wasn't very graciously, by
the way."

"Congratulations, darling," Andy said.  "It sounds like you had a
good night."

"I did, Mom.  All up, I guess I made almost fifteen thousand.  I
gave Kev three, Sarge two, and I have the ten for you."  Now the
girl looked very serious and added, "Mom, I'm saving the money to
use to buy your freedom.  That's what I really want."

Andy felt embarrassed by Kelly's words.

* * *

Finally it was the night of the cotillion.  The dress Ginger had
selected in consultation with Nita Lucas was one that had been a
special order.  It was white, simple in cut, and looked utterly
gorgeous on Kelly, showing off her perfect body and golden tan. 
Henry Hall even flew out again from Los Angeles to do Kelly's
hair.  That evening, when Kevin arrived, Jack teased him quietly.
 His formal jacket had had to be re-tailored because the
exercises he had been doing had caused his shoulders to grow even
larger than they had been when his original measurements were
taken.  Jack quietly congratulated Kevin on his accomplishments.

Before leaving, Andy served champagne and offered a toast.  "To
Kelly Carmichael: New York's Debutante of the Year!"

Everyone except Kelly joined in the toast and then Andy added,
"Darling Kelly, the reason I'm doing this now is not to hex you
or bring you bad luck.  It's just that I want you to know if you
don't win -- and judges can be fickle -- it's not for the lack of
anything you could possibly do.  What you have done in the last
three months has been truly unbelievable."

Andy shook her head, smiled lovingly, and continued, "I remember
asking you that first day if you were willing to work hard and
you said you would.  Darling, you worked thirty hours a day! 
Your achievements have been spectacular.  Kelly, regardless of
what happens tonight, you are certainly _our_ Debutante of the
Year!"

Kelly thanked her and kissed her warmly.  Then Kevin escorted her
down to the lobby where Sarge was waiting with the limousine.  As
soon as the front door closed, Jack and Andy raced to theirroom.

By the time Sam returned after a fast trip to the St. Regis, Andy
was wearing the magnificent blue gown that Ginger had picked out
for her.  The blue exactly matched the blue of her eyes.  Jack
was also decked out in a brand-new formal outfit, too.  Although
she had never said a word to Kelly, Andrea Pierce Taylor was the
president of the Cotillion Association.  Her registration of
Kelly as her niece and a debutante provided Andy with the
opportunity of very low-key participation on the grounds that she
didn't want any Association decisions regarding arrangements to
be perceived as favoring her niece.

Andy and Jack had talked about the evening for weeks before. 
They finally agreed that with the large number of people expected
and with everyone in formal wear it should not be too hard to
stay out of Kelly and Kevin's sight.  Arriving at the dance, they
were just in time to see them at the beginning of the receiving
line.

Andy whispered to Jack, "Darling, look!  She looks like a
princess!  She's so wonderfully regal-looking."

While they were much too far away to hear anything being said, it
was apparent that Kelly was saying all the right things.  She and
Andy had spent hours going over the names of the women on the
cotillion committee with Andy giving the girl background
information on each woman.  Obviously, she was using her
knowledge very effectively.  Time after time, as Kelly passed
from one woman to the next, the first woman continued to watch
her, while ignoring the girl now standing in front of her
awaiting an introduction.  As she passed down the line, Andy
realized it was as if Kelly was receiving the committee members
rather than the other way around.

When the dancing began, Andy and Jack danced occasionally in the
corner, but for the most part just watched Kelly and Kevin.  When
Kelly danced with other men seated at their table, Andy noticed
how cordial she was to them while offering them no encouragement
at all.  It was exactly the same for Kevin with the other girls.

Andy watched and giggled quietly.  When Jack asked what was so
funny, she replied, "Darling, I'm just watching Kelly and Kevin
leave a trail of broken hearts behind them.  Look at that girl
with Kevin now!" she exclaimed.  Kevin was dancing with a very
buxom blonde.  Andy shook her head and said, "Darling, if that
girl thought it would do her the least bit of good, she would be
naked in an instant.  The poor thing is madly in love with Kevin
but against Kelly, she is just totally out of her class."

Finally the debutantes were presented to the guests.  With their
escorts beside them, they walked across the stage as their names
were called.  Because they were presented in order of height with
the shortest girls first, Kelly was one of the last.

Finally they heard, "The next debutante is Miss Kelly Pierce
Carmichael, with her escort, Mr. Kevin Fitzpatrick."

While the people had politely applauded each girl's introduction,
even allowing for her own bias, Andy felt that the applause for
Kelly was substantially louder and more enthusiastic.  All of the
girls were now lined up across the stage and Jane Winslow, the
first vice-president of the association, conferred with her
colleagues on the selection committee.

Often, this was the very worst part of the evening because it was
the time of the selection of debutante of the year.  Sometimes
there were as many opinions as there were selection-committee
members so the process occasionally became embarrassingly
time-consuming as the girls and their escorts just stood and
waited.

This time, though, in just moments, a broadly smiling Jane went
to the microphone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great
pleasure to announce the unanimous selection of this year's New
York Debutante of the Year.  Before I do, however, there is a
preliminary remark I must make.  As you all know, the president
of our Association is Mrs. J. Fletcher Taylor, III.  Because her
niece was presented tonight under her sponsorship, 'Drea insisted
on removing herself from all decisions regarding arrangements and
most certainly from any activity connected with the selection
itself.  Therefore, I can assure you that she had nothing to do
with the selection.

"However, 'Drea, would you please come up and present the roses,
symbolic of her selection as Debutante of the Year, _to your
niece, Kelly Pierce Carmichael!"_

With the announcement there was a burst of heartfelt applause
from the onlookers while Kevin gave Kelly a quick kiss.  Moving
gracefully, Kelly went over to where Jane Winslow was waiting
with flowers in her arms.

Meanwhile, Andy had slipped out of the hall and went around to
enter again from behind the stage.  Coming out on the stage, she
came in from behind Kelly's back.  Jane saw her approach, smiled
warmly and whispered, "'Drea, your niece is simply marvelous!  I
have never met a more beautiful or charming girl in my life. 
Congratulations!"

Taking the flowers from her, Andy turned and said very softly,
"Darling, congratulations!  I knew you could do it."

Hearing Andy's voice Kelly's eyes widened but that was all.  Very
gracefully she accepted the flowers while Andy went to the
microphone.  "Ladies of the committee, ladies and gentlemen,"
Andy began.  "Thank you so much for the honor you have bestowed
on my niece, Kelly Carmichael.  All I can say to you is that I am
enormously proud of her.  When Kelly came to live with us after
her parents died, Jack and I found that she is a lady in the best
and truest sense of the word.  Kelly is a tribute to herself and
to her parents who brought her into the world and raised her. 
I'm sure they are very pleased and proud right now.  I know I
am," she finished quietly.  Then she moved away from the
microphone so Kelly could thank the committee.

Coming to the microphone after giving Kevin her flowers to hold,
Kelly stood up straight and proud as again the audience
applauded.

When it died out she said, "Ladies of the committee, ladies and
gentlemen.  Thank you so much for the honor you have bestowed on
me this evening."  She paused, looked around, stood up even
straighter, and then continued, "I would like to correct the
record, however.  Mrs. Taylor says that I am a tribute to my
parents.  If that is true, I can only thank them for my genes.

"The person to whom I owe everything in the world is also the
person who is my true mother, Andrea Pierce Taylor.  All I can
say is that everything I am, she created.  Without her example,
her guidance and her training, I would know nothing and be
nothing.  I will admit it took a lot of work on my part.  But it
was work I undertook willingly.  Why?  Because I love Andy with
all my heart.  She is the mother I never knew.

"You see, she fudged things a little.  The fact is that my father
died before I was born and my mother died when I was still very
young.  Since then, I bounced around from one relative to another
until I came to live with her.  From Andy Taylor I got all the
love that I had never had before."

With her head up high but with tears streaming down her cheeks
she said, "You see, she has become my true mother.  I adore her!"
 With that Kelly threw herself into Andy's arms and just sobbed.

Much later they returned to the penthouse.  Since Kelly had
already told Kevin that she had to speak to her parents alone, he
had not even come up.  Rather, after dropping them off, Sam had
driven Kevin straight home.

The three went directly into the library where Andy sat down
waiting for the ax to fall.  Instead Kelly just looked at her and
asked, "Mistress Andy, to whom do you really belong?  It
certainly isn't 'Drea Taylor, because she is you.  On the other
hand, you do belong to someone.  Who is it?  What is going on?"

Although it was very late, Andy tried to tell her quickly about
Kathy Carlson and her slavery.  Kelly just listened but said
nothing.  Finally, she yawned and said she was exhausted.  To
Andy and Jack's relief, she stumbled off towards her own room and
bed.

The next morning at ten, Kelly had still not appeared.  Going to
her room to check on her, Andy screamed when she found that the
bed had not been slept in and Kelly was gone!  Quickly checking
her closet the only thing she saw missing was a leather bomber
jacket Ginger had bought for cold weather.  All of her new
outfits were still on their hangars.  Her few pieces of luggage
were also still in the closet.

Andy ran to a phone to call Jack.  Then she dropped on a sofa,
huddled into a little ball and began to weep.*Chapter 42*

Seven days later, shortly before ten, a Peterbilt tractor hauling
a forty-foot trailer rolled to a stop at the front entrance to a
major downtown-Los Angeles office building, causing consternation
among the passers-by.  The girl in the passenger seat leaned over
and gave the driver a quick kiss, then opened the door and jumped
down to the sidewalk.  He waved, released a blast on his powerful
air horn, and then eased out into traffic.  Not surprisingly,
none of the cars on the street contested his right-of-way.

The girl waved gaily and then turned to face the entrance.  As
she did, her smile faded, but she squared her shoulders and then
marched into the building.  Even in a city of beautiful women,
the girl stood out.  At five feet eight inches, she was a very
tall girl with short dark hair and vivid blue eyes.  Because she
was only wearing a pair of skin-tight Levi's and a work shirt,
the perfection of her figure was apparent.

A few minutes later the main door to the offices of Clifford &
Jamison, Attorneys at Law, opened and Judy Jeffries looked up. 
Seeing the dark-haired girl she gasped, punched a button on her
phone and said, "She's here!"

The girl came to the reception desk and with her shoulders back
and her head up straight said, "I am Kelly Carmichael.  I would
like to see Mrs. Carlson about a business matter.  I do not have
an appointment, so I will be happy to wait."

Before Judy could reply, the door to the inner offices opened,
and one of the most beautiful women Kelly had ever seen appeared.
 She had warm brown eyes and the most gorgeous hair the girl had
ever seen.  While it was basically brown, it had sun streaks
which created a variety of colors in it ranging from medium brown
to golden blonde to almost pure white.

She approached with her hand extended and said, "Good morning,
Kelly.  I'm Kathy Carlson.  Won't you please come with me?"

Kelly took her hand and found she had a very strong grip.  "Good
morning, Mrs. Carlson.  Thank you for seeing me..."

Before she could even finish the sentence her knees gave out and
she started to collapse in a dead faint.  Kelly was a victim of
exhaustion coupled with near-starvation.  For the last two days
she had been going on only nervous energy and sheer
determination.  Having achieved her goal of getting out to Los
Angeles and meeting Mrs. Carlson, her very last energy reserves
were exhausted and she dropped.

Her appearance at their offices did not surprise Kathy.  When a
distraught Andy Taylor had called to report that Kelly was
missing the morning after her brilliant success, Kathy had talked
with Ginger and Sandy.  It had been Sandy who correctly guessed
that, when Kelly found out who Andy really was, she would also
learn that Andy was enslaved to Kathy.

Knowing Kelly, she was certain that the girl would get out to Los
Angeles somehow and volunteer to be Kathy's slave in place of her
mother.  Also knowing that Kelly had no money at all, her
weakened condition came as no surprise so Kathy caught her as she
started to collapse.  In an instant, Judy was out from behind her
desk and the two women, supporting the girl between them, brought
her back to Kathy's office and stretched her out on the sofa. 
Judy ducked out and returned moments later with a pillow and a
warm blanket.  After putting the pillow under the girl's head and
covering her, they darkened the office and left.

It was almost two in the afternoon when Kelly awakened.  With her
eyes still closed, she ran her fingers over the surface of the
sofa and found it was leather.  Then she realized her head was on
a wonderful pillow and she was covered with a blanket that was so
soft and warm she wondered what kind of material it was made of.

Opening her eyes she found herself lying in a darkened office
with the same beautiful woman sitting in a side chair next to the
sofa just looking at her.  "Hi, Kelly," the woman said softly. 
"Do you feel better now?  Do you feel like having something to
eat?"

Kelly tried to get up but the woman just held her down.  It was a
commentary on Kelly's rundown condition that she didn't even have
the strength to overcome the pressure of the woman's fingers. 
"Just lie there and don't move.  I'll be right back."

With that Kathy left the room and returned moments later with a
tray which she put down on the coffee table.  Going to her
closet, she took down two more pillows which she positioned under
Kelly's head raising her to a semi-reclining position.  Kelly was
puzzled as the woman proceeded to spoon a wonderfully nourishing
chicken soup into her mouth.

After eating three bowls of it Kelly started to feel human again.
 Seeing color come back to the girl's cheeks, Kathy grinned and
said, "It's Jewish penicillin.  See!  It really works."  Then she
said, "This is a little tedious.  Do you feel strong enough to
sit up and eat now?"

"But Mrs. Carlson," Kelly protested, "This is..."

"Yes or no?" Kathy interrupted.

"Well, yes, but..."

"Just shut up!" Kathy ordered.

She took Kelly by the hands, lifted her and turned her so she was
now sitting on the sofa.  Quickly, Kathy folded the blanket and
threw it along with the three pillows up on the shelf in her
closet.  Motioning to Kelly to follow, she left the office and
went over to the conference room.

Emerging from the very dim office into the brightly-lighted
office area, Kelly blinked owlishly but followed.  In the
conference room she was ordered to sit in one of the wonderfully
comfortable leather arm chairs while Kathy opened up the room's
cooking area.  In no time there were wonderful food odors
drifting by Kelly's nose in spite of the very powerful exhaust
fan working over the cooking area.

When Kelly made a move to help, she was told in no uncertain
terms that she was a sick guest and was going to remain seated. 
When the food was almost ready, Kathy picked up a phone, punched
a couple of buttons and spoke a few muted words.

Turning to Kelly she smiled.  It was the warmest, friendliest
smile Kelly had ever seen.  "Kelly, we waited for you to have
lunch.  Ginger and Sandy are going to be eating with us.  You
don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not, but..."

"Good!" Kathy interrupted.  "Here they are now."

When Kelly started to rise to greet her two friends, Kathy held
her down in her chair.  The two partners kissed Kelly warmly
while she was still seated and sat down at places set for them. 
Kathy served a marvelous salad followed by steak frites -- a
French-style pan-broiled steak served with crunchy french fries.

Kelly found that the food just melted in her mouth.  Looking up
at Kathy, her eyes were wide as she said, "You taught Mistress
Andy to cook, didn't you?"  When Kathy shyly nodded, Kelly
continued, "It had to be you!  I thought she was the finest cook
in the world -- until I tasted this.  As marvelous as her food
is, this is even better.  Mrs. Carlson, you are fabulous!"

By now Kelly was feeling uncomfortable.  Ginger recognized the
signs and escorted her to the ladies room.  When she returned,
Kathy served creme caramel and then brought out a platter of
fruit and cheese to nibble on while they drank their coffee.

Looking at Kathy, Kelly smiled warmly and said, "Thank you so
much!  Now I feel human again."  The glow in her eyes died as she
added, "May we go back to your office now, Mrs. Carlson?  I have
an offer I want to make to you."

Kathy just shook her head and replied, "We're fine right here. 
Ginger and Sandy are two of my partners and I want them to hear
your offer, too."  Kathy's face was impassive as she just looked
at the younger girl and waited.

Kelly was going to debase herself but wanted to do it in private.
 Clearly, though, it was not to be.  Swallowing hard, she said,
"Mrs. Carlson, my mother, Andrea Taylor is your slave.  I want to
buy her freedom from you."

"With what?" Kathy asked.

"I have just earned $250,000 as a result of being selected New
York's debutante of the year."  Looking sharply at Kathy she
added, "That's your money, isn't it?"

Kathy just nodded once and said, "It's a start, but it's not
nearly enough.  Do you have anything else to offer?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kelly replied.  "I will be making $25,000 per day
for each day I am in slavery.  I will be your slave for as long
as it takes to buy my mother out of bondage."  She held her head
up straight and continued, "I can be your slave at home, if you
wish, or I could prostitute myself and add those earnings to my
pay.  Of course, there are endless opportunities to combine both.
 For example, you could rent my services for whatever you could
get."

Now her eyes were bright as she said, "I am still a virgin. 
Because of what I achieved, I believe my virginity could be sold
for a good deal of money.  In fact, I thought of a party to which
people would bid for invitations.  The high bidder gets my
virginity, someone else gets to take me in the ass for the first
time, while afterward I would service the rest of the guests in
any way they might choose.  That should produce a lot of money in
a single evening."

Kathy could feel her stomach turn as she listened to this lovely
girl volunteer to destroy herself.  Looking at her partners she
asked, "What do you two think?"

Although her stomach was turning over, too, nothing Sandy Harris
heard from Kelly came as a surprise.  In their speculative
conversations, in fact, this was the scenario they all agreed was
the most likely.

She replied, "I think it might work."  Looking thoughtful -- like
all top trial lawyers, Sandy was an excellent actress -- she
said, "There's only one thing, Kath.  I think you will get much
more money for her body in New York than you will out here. 
Let's face it: Who in Los Angeles knows -- or cares -- anything
about _New York's_ debutante of the year.  In fact, the whole deb
scene is really an East Coast phenomenon.  It doesn't cut much
ice out here at all."

"That's a great idea!" Kathy exclaimed.  Then turning to Kelly
she said, "You can buy Andy's freedom for $5 million.  The
$250,000 will be the down-payment.  You will do absolutely
everything I tell you to do.  There will be no ifs, ands or buts
-- ever!"  Looking at the girl with her eyes cold she asked,
"Clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kelly replied softly after swallowing hard.

"Do you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am.  I will be your slave.  I will do anything and
everything you tell me to do.  There will be no ifs, ands or buts
or questions, ever.  I will continue as your slave until you
receive $5 million from my earnings and daily fees.  Of course,
the unpaid balance will draw interest.  Do you think the rate of
10 percent would be fair?"

Hearing the last the three partners almost became ill.  Ginger
was truly suffering.  She so wanted to take this beautiful girl
in her arms and comfort her, but she had been convinced that the
way they were playing it was the only way it could work.  It was
very important that she obtain Andy's freedom -- that it not
merely be given to her.  Kathy had tried that on Maui and it had
not worked.  She nodded and said 10 percent would be
satisfactory, then asked, "When do you start?"

"Immediately, Mrs. Carlson," the girl replied.  Then she
remembered something and said, "I would like to add some money to
my debt, if I may."  Reaching into her back pocket she took out a
small sheaf of paper.  It contained the names, addresses and
comments about the truck drivers who had transported her cross
country.

Remembering Sandy's skill at locating odd knickknacks, she
reviewed the list with her.  The items on her list ranged from a
wide cowboy belt with a large brass buckle to a leather bomber
jacket.  When Sandy raised an eyebrow at that, Kelly said that
she had one when she left New York.  One of the drivers liked it
a lot, but hers was much too small for him.  When they got down
to Carolina, she had sold it to get some money for food.  Sandy
agreed to locate the items on Kelly's list for her.

After receiving permission from Kathy, she was shown to an empty
desk and given some paper that she used to write notes to each of
the men for whom she had gifts.  While she was doing that the
three partners went into Kathy's office and closed the door.

"Now do you see what I mean, Kath?" Ginger said.  "She is the
purest, cleanest, nicest, most beautiful young woman in the
country.  And she is willing -- no!  anxious! -- to sell herself
into slavery to free Andy.  It seems to me that it says a great
deal about Kelly... and about Andy!"

"You're right, of course, Ging," Kathy replied.  "I'm hoping that
it will get me out from under Andy.  It seems to me that we can
use Kelly's love for her as a demonstration of what a truly
wonderful person she has become."

Then she swallowed hard and said, "Let's keep our fingers
crossed.  I really don't like what we're doing to that girl and
to her feelings.  She is really so nice!  I don't want her to be
hurt."

There was a quiet knock on the door and Kelly came in.  In her
hand was a small stack of notes she had just written.  Looking at
Kathy she said, "Mistress, a slave cannot communicate with anyone
outside her household without permission.  I would like your
leave to mail these letters."

The girl pulled herself up straight and added, "I believe it's
clear from the letters who is to receive which gift."

Turning to Sandy she said, "Thank you so very much, Miss Harris,
for helping me with my purchasing.  I consider myself to be
deeply in your debt, now, too."  Kathy told her to wait in the
reception area; she would be along in just a few minutes.

"Just look at what's in your hand, Kath," Ginger said.  "I
haven't even looked, but I will bet that you have never seen
anything like it in your life!"

Kathy took a look at the top letter on the stack and whistled
softly.  "My God!  I have never seen such beautiful handwriting!"
 Then she quickly read the letter -- Kelly's writing was so
beautifully clear and legible it was a pleasure to read -- and
then read the ones following.

As she did she began to cry.  By the time she had gone through
the whole stack she had to hold the letters well away from her
body to keep from ruining them with her tears.  "Can you believe
this?" she asked her friends rhetorically.  "She is individually
thanking everyone who gave her a lift within the last week.  In
most cases she is including the most incredibly thoughtful gift
besides."  Looking at Sandy and Ginger she said, "Is this girl
real?"

"Kath," Ginger replied, "she is very real!  And remember, she is
also Andy's creation.  She really, truly is."  Kathy just shook
her head, wiped her eyes and left the office.

On the way down in the elevator she complimented Kelly on her
letters.  "Thank you, Mistress," Kelly acknowledged.  Then with a
lovely little grin she asked shyly, "Mistress, do you know why a
debutante never participates in a sex orgy?"

"No, why?" Kathy asked, waiting for the punch line.

"There are too many thank-you notes to write," Kelly finished
with a lovely little giggle.  Kathy just grinned fondly at the
girl.

When they reached the lobby, they took another elevator down to
the basement garage.  Walking towards her BMW that was parked
very close to the garage entrance she asked, "You drive, don't
you, Slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do," the girl replied quietly.

"Then you drive while I rest," Kathy declared giving the girl her
keys.

Actually, although Kelly did have a license, like so many other
young people growing up in New York City there were few
opportunities for her to drive.  She had never owned a car.  When
she saw the magnificent gray BMW, she let out a low whistle and
said, "Mistress, I really shouldn't be driving this car.  It's
such a beautiful automobile!  What if something should happen to
it?"

"Then we'll just add the cost of repairs to what you already owe
me," Kathy said casually.  Then she said emphatically, "Drive!"

Regardless of her lack of practice, as Kathy expected, Kelly was
an expert driver.  Carefully following directions she soon pulled
the car into the garage under Kathy's townhouse.  Glancing at her
watch Kathy found it was only four-thirty.  Kelly followed Kathy
into the house and then up to the master bedroom where she was
ordered to strip.  Kathy was watching as she took off her shirt
and slipped off her jeans after stepping out of her moccasins. 
Kathy's eyes widened as she realized it was all the girl was
wearing!  She didn't even have a bikini and Kathy asked aboutit.

"I traded my bikini and a blow job for about 500 miles," the girl
replied quietly.  Then she added, "That was close to the end,
Mistress.  I might not have made it except for the protein in the
guy's warm cum."

Meanwhile, Kathy stripped off her own clothes.  When her golden
body was bare, Kelly looked at her, softly whistled and
exclaimed, "Mistress, you are simply magnificent.  I will enjoy
servicing you very much."  Then she asked, "How may I serve you,
Mistress?"

"You will get into the shower with me," Kathy replied.  Going
into the bathroom she ran the water in the stall shower and then
motioned for Kelly to get in.  Kelly picked up a wash cloth
preparatory to scrubbing Kathy's body.  Instead, Kathy took it
from her and began to work on her.

When she protested, Kathy reminded her that she had agreed to do
anything Kathy asked of her.  Right now, she was being asked to
stand still and be washed.  Then Kathy shampooed the girl's hair
and conditioned it, and then, with the girl standing on the bath
mat shivering, ran a hot bath into which she poured a quantity of
musk oil.  After steaming luxuriously in the tub, she was ordered
out.

Then Kathy wrapped her in a large bath towel and did what Andy
had done to Kelly so often and told her about:  She looked at the
girl with only her head and her legs showing, took Kelly in her
arms and held her tightly.  Then she kissed her full on thelips.

By this time Kelly was thoroughly bewildered.  Although she was
the slave, it was her mistress who was doing all the work. 
Moreover, she insisted on it.  When Kathy's lips met hers, she
was genuinely shocked.  Then she felt the most incredibly pure
love flowing into her body.  It felt marvelous as Kathy held her
even tighter and began gently but expertly to move her lips on
hers.

Although she had no idea what was expected of her, Kelly began to
move her lips as well.  Reacting to an idea she had, Kelly darted
the tip of her tongue into Kathy's mouth.  When she did and
contacted Kathy's tongue with her own, she got an incredible jolt
of electricity.  It was totally different from her experience
with Kevin, though.  Unlike their kisses, this one was the purest
love without even a hint of sex.  It was an unbelievable
experience.

Gently, Kathy eased her hold on the girl.  She wanted to shake
her head to clear it -- the girl's kiss and her tongue entering
her mouth created an utterly incredible experience.  Kathy
quickly thought of all the females she had kissed including Hank,
Sam, baby Kathy, Kim, Kris and Andy.  None were like this. 
Kelly's kisses were in a class by themselves.

Now that she was far enough away from Kelly's face to focus her
eyes, she looked into the girl's.  What she saw was the most
incredible goodness, purity and love, along with complete
guilelessness.  Slowly Kathy shook her head and whispered, "Thank
you, darling Kelly.  That was the most magnificent kiss I have
ever had."

Not knowing what to say, Kelly said nothing.  Still wrapped in
the towel, she was led into an exercise room.  She looked
longingly at the exercise machines which were identical to the
ones she used in New York.  Only now, seeing them again, did she
realize how much she missed her daily workout.  If Kathy saw her
look of longing, she gave no sign.  Instead, she rolled out a
massage table and told Kelly to climb up and lie on her stomach.

Kathy had seen and understood the girl's wistful look. 
Nevertheless, she felt that a massage would do the girl more good
than a workout.  When she started to work on Kelly's back and
shoulders, it was no surprise to feel knots in the girl's
shoulder and neck muscles.  Clearly, the girl had been under
tremendous emotional strain that had been sustained for over a
week.  Working expertly, she could feel the knots in her muscles
loosen and finally disappear.  While she worked on her shoulders,
back, buttocks, thighs, and finally her calf muscles, she loved
listening to the warm happy noises coming from deep in Kelly's
body.  It was clear to Kathy that the poor girl was already more
than half asleep.

Having finished working on her back, Kathy expertly rolled the
girl over and then stepped back to admire her body.  Remembering
how she had trained Andy, Kathy smiled as she realized that
Kelly's nipples were engorged in spite of her almost being
asleep.  Gently she ran the tips of her fingers over Kelly's
lovely tits.  Then she found she could not resist.  Instead of
massaging the girl, Kathy dropped her head and began to kiss and
tongue the girl's breasts.

Kelly's eyes opened with a start.  She tried to rise but Kathy
held her down.  While lying flat on her back she asked,
"Mistress, what are you doing with your filthy slave?  Didn't you
believe me when I told you I gave a truck driver a blow job? 
Mistress, I'm a prostitute!  Please don't do that!"

Raising her head Kathy glared at Kelly and said, "Slave, you are
mine to do with as I will. _Remember?_  Right now my will is to
kiss your tits.  Just remain still."

Kelly dropped her arms back to her sides and then just enjoyed
the wonderful sensations Kathy was creating in her body.  For her
part, Kathy was having a wonderful time.  Following her
inclination she kissed and caressed her way down Kelly's
beautiful body until she finally reached her hairless mound.

Then she had an idea and said, "Slave, make your clit erect for
me."

Kelly's eyes widened suddenly in fear.  She stammered, "But...
but... but Mistress, I don't know how..."

"Use your fingers, silly!" Kathy exclaimed.  "Use one hand to
spread your labia apart and the other to stimulate your clitoris.
 I wish to watch it come to life."

Kelly blushed bright red with shame, but did as she was told. 
She used two of her long slim fingers to spread her lips apart
while with the middle finger of her other hand she began to tweak
her love bud.  Almost instantly it engorged.  Kelly, still
terribly embarrassed, looked at Kathy with a question in her
eyes.

"Now, Slave, you offer it to me.  You ask your mistress if she
would like to make use of your cunt in any way," Kathy said in
answer to the unspoken question.

"Mistress," Kelly said softly, "do you wish to make use of my
dirty slave's cunt?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!" Kathy declared.  "You may return
your arms to your sides, Slave," she said.  "I require no further
assistance at this time...  Wait!  I do, at that.  Slave, slide
down on the table, then raise your legs and put them over my
shoulders.  I wish your cunt to be presented to my lips."  Again
Kelly reddened but did as she was told.

Kathy began to lick the girl's cunt.  As she expected, it was
lovely, clean and sweet-smelling.  She found that she really
enjoyed it as she ran her tongue alternately over Kelly's
still-erect clit and then up her vaginal passage.

When Kelly's arms started flailing, Kathy reminded her that they
were to be kept at her sides.  It turned out to take all of
Kelly's considerable willpower to comply with that instruction,
as all of her sensations concentrated in the wonderful things
Kathy was doing to her love box.  In what seemed like only an
instant Kathy had brought her to an orgasm, and then another, and
a third.  Soon, it became continuous, but still Kathy continued
to work drinking up the succulent virginal fluids that were now
coming in a flood.  Still she kept it up.  Finally, she bit down
hard on the girl's clit.  Kelly screamed and fainted.

Kathy smiled warmly at the unconscious girl, then licked out the
rest of her fluids.  While she still lay on the table
unconscious, Kathy went back to massaging her body with the musk
oil.  She had almost finished when Kelly regained consciousness.
When she did, Kathy was working on the muscles in her thighs.

Looking down she asked softly, "Mistress, why are you doing this?
 It is a slave's job to massage her mistress's body, not the
other way around."

Raising an eyebrow Kathy said archly, "It is a slave's job to do
the things her mistress wants done.  Since your primary job is to
warm my body with your own in bed tonight, do you really think I
want a smelly bed companion?"  As she said it she completed her
work, moved up and kissed Kelly soundly on her lips.  Again,
Kelly felt a wonderful kiss of the purest love.

"Why, Mistress?" Kelly plaintively asked again.

"Because my husband, Ken, is off playing soldier," Kathy replied
with a grimace.  "The result is that I have scarcely slept a wink
in days.  All I do is toss and turn...  God, I miss him so!"

Recognizing the pain the beautiful woman was suffering, Kelly
pulled Kathy's head down and kissed her again.  This time she
darted her tongue into Kathy's mouth.  Again both girls felt the
most exquisite sensation as their new-found love for each other
just flowed back and forth.

Feeling her knees weaken -- it was a first for Kathy with a woman
-- she threw herself on top of Kelly's body and just continued
the kiss.  While she did, Kelly gently ran her fingertips over
Kathy's perfect body.  Feeling the firmness in her buttocks,
Kelly squeezed hard with both hands.  The only thing that
happened was Kathy ground her cunt on Kelly's bare mound and made
happy noises deep in her body.

Lifting her body up from Kelly's, Kathy implemented an idea that
suddenly came to her.  She loved to excite her nipples against
Ken's chest hair.  This time she moved her nipples lightly over
Kelly's.  The mutual friction causes both pairs of nipples to
engorge; Kelly's, although already stiff, got even larger.  But
the sensation was driving her crazy.  "Please stop!" she cried. 
"I can't take it anymore."

Instead of stopping Kathy lowered her head and kissed the girl on
the lips while still maintaining her nipples in slow-motion
contact with Kelly's.  In fact the sensation was driving Kathy
crazy, too, but she found she loved the feeling in spite ofthat.

Suddenly Kelly's hips started to buck beneath Kathy with such
force she was almost dumped on the floor.  Just the contact of
their nipples had brought the girl to a violent orgasm -- so
violent, in fact that she fainted.

Kathy stopped and got off the girl.  Taking a warm woolen
blanket, she wrapped Kelly in it, then, after grabbing a couple
of pillows, seemingly without effort, she carried the unconscious
girl downstairs.  Grinning to herself, Kathy put the pillows
against the wall, rested the girl in the corner, and then began
preparations for dinner.  When she laid her down, Kathy was
careful to have the end of the blanket beneath the girl so she
was wrapped like a mummy.  With her arms pinned to her sides by
the tightly-wrapped blanket, Kelly was effectively immobilized.

As she worked, Kathy kept glancing at the girl.  When she saw the
girl's eyes blink a couple of times, she said softly, "Did you
have a good nap?"

Kelly's eyes opened and quickly focused on Kathy.  It was only
then that Kelly realized where she was.  When she tried to get
up, she found that she couldn't.  Her own weight holding down the
blanket was working against her.

With a small smile she said, "Mistress, I'm afraid I'm stuck. 
You'll have to release me so I can prepare dinner for you."

"That's why I did it," Kathy replied.  "I'm cooking, not you. 
This way you can't get into any trouble.  Your job is just to
watch."  Then she smiled warmly and asked, "Are you comfortable
and warm?  That blanket is really nice and snugly isn't it?" 
Kelly just wriggled her body sensuously in the soft blanket and
nodded vigorously with a big grin.

Although now an expert cook herself, even from her limited
vantage point from near the floor she could see how quick and
capable Kathy was.  When the dinner was ready, Kathy knelt beside
her to release her.  Seeing the girl's lovely soft lips, though,
she couldn't resist.  As delicately as possible she just touched
Kelly's lips with her own.  Again she felt the wonderful flow of
love between them.

When she eased away, Kathy said, "Darling Kelly, your lips are
simply scrumptious!  I just love kissing you, and God knows I'm
the farthest thing from a lesbian it's possible to be."  After
unwrapping the girl, she gave her a light pinch on her ass.

Kelly turned and said, "I'm sorry, Mistress, that my ass was so
tight.  If you had told me you wanted to pinch it, I would have
softened it for you."

Kathy cocked her head and pretended to be thinking.  Then with a
quick nod of her head she said, "Great idea!  Do it, Slave." 
Kelly softened her ass as much as she could -- given her
condition, it wasn't very much -- and Kathy pinched her again.

"Thank you, Mistress," Kelly said softly, but with her eyes
gleaming.  "I'm pleased that you find my ass worthy of a pinch."

Since there were only the two of them, Kathy had set the kitchen
table.  After a marvelous meal that almost melted in Kelly's
mouth, the two girls went upstairs.  Although it was only
nine-thirty, Kathy had said that they had to get up very early
the next morning to catch their flight to New York.

As Kelly went into the bathroom, Kathy followed her.  The girl
turned and looked at her in surprise.  "Slave Kelly, I have heard
that your urine is like a fine wine.  I would like to drink some,
please," Kathy said, amazing herself as she said it.

Kelly tried to protest but was reminded of her vow.  Squatting
over Kathy's face she tried to release only a few drops but was
told to release her bladder fully.  Again she watched as her
golden stream ran into her mistress's mouth.

When she finished, Kathy licked her slit and then her entire
pelvic area.  Looking up she said, "The rumor is true.  Slave
Kelly, you are remarkable.  Thank you for the drink."

Kathy was in bed waiting for Kelly to finish brushing her teeth.
Before leaving the bathroom, though, the girl carefully applied
more musk oil to her breasts, loins and the crack between her
asscheeks.  Returning to the bedroom she saw Kathy waiting for
her.  She stood up straight and let the woman inspect her body. 
Kathy just shook her head in amazement at the girl's natural
beauty.  Then she threw back the covers and indicated she wanted
Kelly in the bed beside her.

After getting in, Kelly wasn't sure exactly what she should do. 
"Your job tonight, Slave, is to keep me warm with your body.  I
want to feel your bare mound against mine and I want to feel your
tits mashed against mine.  Beyond that, we'll see," Kathy
directed.

Kelly moved close to the woman and took her into her arms.  Then
she molded her body to Kathy's while Kathy hugged her tightly. 
Although she didn't think she was tired, in no time Kelly was
asleep.  As she was dropping off she could feel the wonderful
sensation of Kathy's fingers lightly caressing the nape of her
neck.

It was in the middle of the night when Kathy was awakened by
Kelly's body shaking and by the sound of her sobbing.  Tightening
her hold on the girl, she just listened as Kelly relived some of
the terrifying experiences she had had on her trip out to Los
Angeles.  Although she couldn't be sure, it sounded like Kelly
had spent at least one night in a drain culvert that passed under
the highway.  As Kathy held her even tighter, their body contact
and warmth seemed to quiet Kelly down.  After wriggling her cunt
against Kathy's pubic hair, she quieted and returned to a deep
sleep.

Both women were sleeping soundly when the clock radio went off. 
As soon as it did, Kathy tightened her hold on the younger girl
and then gently kissed her lips.  Almost immediately she could
feel Kelly's lips moving under hers as she tried to convey her
thanks for the wonderfully warm and snugly night she had just
spent.

When the kiss broke, Kelly's eyes were bright as she said,
"Mistress, I cannot thank you enough!  Last night was just so
wonderful.  The only other person whose body is as firm and warm
and sweet-smelling as yours is my mom's.  Mistress, you are a
delight!"

Kathy gently kissed Kelly's eyelids and said, "Darling Kelly, you
are so sweet and fresh and wonderful!"  Then with a gleam in her
eye she added, "Now if only you had a huge, glorious cock like
Ken's..."

Kelly laughed and the two girls quickly showered and dressed. 
Kathy assured her that breakfast would be served on the plane. 
She provided new jeans and a shirt for Kelly along with a
beautiful lace bikini.

When Kelly saw it, she rapidly shook her head and said,
"Mistress, I can't wear this!  It's much too fine for aslave..."

"You will wear it because I'm telling you to wear it," Kathy said
firmly.  All Kelly could do was shake her head.

When they left the house, Fred Clark, Ali's chauffeur, was
waiting to take them to the airport.  Getting into the car they
found two leather bomber jackets.  Fred shyly pointed out that it
was still cold in New York.  Kathy was embarrassed at the
reminder of her own carelessness.  When Kelly asked about sizes,
she just grinned and said, "At Clifford & Jamison, one size fits
all.  But instead of the usual arrangement, ours is to adjust the
bodies to fit the clothes."  Looking at Kelly she gave her a warm
grin and said, "You're just sort of Clifford & Jamisonstandard."

As they arrived at the United Airlines VIP drop-off, Kathy could
tell that Kelly was becoming nervous.  As she suspected, the girl
had never been on an airplane in her life.  Because it was close
to flight time, instead of going to the lounge they were escorted
directly to the gate.  Walking through the concourses, Kathy took
the girl's hand and squeezed it, saying softly, "I took my first
flight only about six months ago.  It's really a lot of fun."

Kelly looked at Kathy and saw the sympathy in her eyes.  She
squeezed Kathy's hand but continued to hold it.  On boarding the
United 747, they were shown to seats forward in the first-class
section.  Then Kathy told the girl to take the window seat so she
could see what was going on.  The flight was uneventful but
fascinating for Kelly.

To her surprise, when they were in their seats, Kathy opened a
bag and gave her a book: Shakespeare's _Tragedies._  With a grin
she said, "I couldn't find _People_ so I brought this along for
you, instead."  While the two girls were eating, they discussed
_Macbeth._  As her friends had been, Kathy was impressed with
Kelly's intelligence and knowledge.

Although it was an early-morning flight out of LAX, with the
three-hour time difference coupled with the five-plus hours
flying time, it was five o'clock when the giant aircraft set down
at Kennedy Airport in New York.  The flight had been totally
uneventful -- they even missed the customary air-traffic delays
coming into New York.

Nevertheless, Kelly was beaming as she slipped into her jacket. 
"Thank you so much, Mistress," she said.  Then she cocked her
head and said, "But why did you let a slave ride in firstclass?"

Raising an eyebrow Kathy replied, "Are you kidding?  What do you
think my chances would be of having a seat-mate with whom to
discuss _Macbeth_ if you weren't here?  You were working."  Kelly
just grinned as they exited the plane.

Since they had no luggage except for a small carry-on that Kathy
brought, they went straight to the exit.  The previous day when
Kathy had made arrangements with Andy -- the woman had cried with
relief when she learned that Kelly had reappeared -- she had been
told that they would be met at the airport.

Because of recent snows, the roadways were still sloppy with
melting slush.  Looking around, Kelly quickly spotted the green
Rolls and saw Sam Duncan waving.  The instant she saw him she
dashed over and leaped into his arms.  Sam picked her up off the
ground as if she were a feather and held her close while she
wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a warm and loving
kiss.

The power and love in her kiss almost knocked the big man down. 
As he felt her arms tight around his neck, he also felt a wetness
on his cheek.  Gently putting her feet back on the ground he
looked at her and saw tears streaming from her eyes.  Although
she tried to smile she wasn't successful.

With a weak smile on her tear-streaked face she said, "I missed
you so much, Sarge!  Now, for the first time in over a week, I
feel really safe.  God!  I could have used you on my trip.  Most
of the time I was just so scared!"

By this time Kathy had joined them.  She stood and watched the
reunion, again receiving confirmation of her opinion of Kelly,
this time from Sam Duncan.  When Ken had arranged for Sam's job,
he had told her a lot about him.  As a senior master sergeant,
more than anyone else, Sam had been responsible for getting Ken
back to the Allied lines when he had been so seriously wounded.

He had summarized it by saying, "Darling, if it weren't for him,
I would be dead.  Period!"

After wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hand
like a little girl -- Sam thought she was the prettiest thing on
two feet -- Kelly said, "Sam, I would like you to meet my new
mistress, Mrs. Carlson."

To Kathy she said, "Mistress, this is Sam Duncan, my parents'
chauffeur."

The reaction of the two astonished the girl.  Sam said, "Mrs.
Carlson?  Mrs. _Kenneth_ Carlson?"  Kathy just nodded.  "Then
you... you're... _Kathy?"_

Again Kathy nodded.  Her hand was outstretched to shake his hand,
but instead of shaking it he gently lifted it to his lips and
softly kissed the back of her fingers.  In the most reverent tone
of voice Kelly had ever heard he said, "Ma'am, this is a rare
privilege.  You saved our lives more times than I could ever
count."  Then he looked at her carefully and nodded saying, "It's
only right, too.  Captain Carlson...  Well, there's nothing too
good for me to say about him.  It's only right that his wife
should be an angel come down to earth."  With a beaming smile he
added, "He deserves a woman as perfect as you, ma'am."

Kathy had been standing still while Sam had been at a position of
attention.  Then she did what Kelly had done: She jumped up in
the air relying on his quick reflexes to catch her which he did.
His jaw dropped in surprise as Kathy wrapped her arms around him
and placed her lips over his open mouth.

While he held her in his arms, she concentrated on giving him the
most thorough kiss she had ever given anyone.  While she worked
her lips on his, her fingers were moving lightly against the back
of his neck.  When he recovered from the initial shock, Sam tried
to return the kiss and finally did.  Then she eased away, kissed
him softly on the cheek and waited in his powerful arms for him
to put her down.  With a shake of his head to clear it he finally
did, handling her as delicately as a piece of fine china.

When she was back on her feet, she said softly, "Thank you,
Senior Master Sergeant Samuel Duncan.  Thank you for saving my
husband's life and bringing him back to me."

Sam just slowly shook his head and looked from one girl to the
other.  Then he said softly, "If I hadn't just experienced it, I
would never have believed it."  Then he beamed and said, "My God!
 There are _two_ angels come down to earth."  With a glance
towards Kelly he asked Kathy, "Ma'am, what do you think of my
little girl?  Isn't she a wonder?"

Kathy gave him a melting smile and said, "Sergeant, you don't
know the half of it!  She was in my arms all last night.  It
wasn't quite as good as having Ken, but almost."  He just shook
his head and opened the door for them.  In moments they were
rolling towards Manhattan.

As they pulled up to the front door it was almost six-thirty. 
Kelly was apprehensive as they rode up in the private elevator
and then rang the doorbell.  When Andy opened the door, Kelly was
in her arms an instant later.  Suddenly, all her control let go
and she started to weep uncontrollably.

Kathy's eyes widened as Andy swept the girl off her feet and
effortlessly carried her into the library.  With Kelly still in
her arms she sat down on the sofa and rested the girl's weight on
her lap.  With her arms now free she took off Kelly's bomber
jacket and then her shirt.  An instant later her own shirt was
off and she hugged the girl's naked torso to her own as she felt
her body heat warm the frightened girl.

As she held her, Kelly's face was nuzzling her neck, while Andy
let her fingertips roam over the girl's beautiful body.

Finally Kelly regained control.  Turning to Kathy she asked,
"Mistress, may I please say goodbye to my mother?  Please?"

Kathy's heart turned over.  She was having second thoughts about
her plan because of the way it was torturing this beautiful girl
who she had come to love in just the past thirty-six hours. 
Kathy just nodded her head.

Kelly turned back to Andy and said, "Mommy, I have secured your
freedom!  You're not a slave anymore.  You won't be separated
from Dad, ever again."  Tears started to flow as she continued,
"I know how tortured you both were.  You knew that by now you
would be going back out to Los Angeles to continue as Mistress
Kathy's slave while Dad stayed out here."

Sitting up straight while still sitting on Andy's lap she said,
"Well, it's not going to happen.  Mommy, you're free!"  Looking
into Andy's eyes, all she saw was sadness.  "What's wrong, Mom?"
she asked.  "Why aren't you happy?"

"What did you do, my darling, to make this happen?" she asked
softly.

Without answering the question Kelly got off Andy's lap and went
to where she had hidden her scrapbook.  Bringing it and its
related tapes back, she set up the tape recorder and the
videotape deck.  Then she said, "Mom, I made this for you. 
It's... it's a record of what you did for me."

Looking into Andy's eyes with great love shining in her own she
said, "Will you look at this with me?"

Andy was stunned.  She had no idea what Kelly was talking about.
However, she motioned Kathy to come and sit beside her on the
sofa.  Kelly sat on Andy's other side while they slowly went
through the scrapbook.  Kathy was utterly overwhelmed at the
incredible changes this beautiful girl had made in every aspect
of herself in only three months.

The only thing she knew prior to seeing the book was how
beautiful Kelly herself was and how lovely her handwriting was. 
On the flight out she received a hint of the girl's brains.  When
they closed out the book, Kelly gave it and the tapes to Andy.

"But why...  Why the 'after' pictures, darling?" Andy asked.

"Because... because I may not look as good as I did in a short
time, Mom, and I wanted you to have a record of what you really
accomplished.  You see, there's going to be an auction.  Mistress
Kathy is going to auction my virginity here in New York.  Since I
have agreed to do absolutely anything..."

"What is your arrangement?" Andy insisted.

"I... I sold myself into slavery in your place, mother.  As soon
as I earn $5 million, I will be free, too."

Wheeling around towards Kathy, Andy exclaimed, "This can't be! 
Mistress, you can't let this beautiful girl..."

"She insisted," Kathy interrupted.  "She will not allow her
mother to be beaten, to be humiliated, to be degraded..."

"But she is so pure!" Andy cried.  "She is a virgin.  She's one
of the finest human beings God has ever created.  Mistress, she
is in your class."  Tears were streaming from Andy's eyes as she
said, "Is there nothing I can do to get you to change yourmind?"

"It's not my mind you need to change," Kathy responded softly. 
"It's hers.  Do you have the least idea how much this girl loves
you?  Do you know what she told Ginger and Sandy?  She said that
if you needed a heart transplant she would happily donate _her
own!_  She would get on an operating table, kiss you, and then
allow her beating heart to be cut out of her body to save you. 
And she would do it proudly and gratefully!"

Andy was stunned.  Then she began to weep after first taking
Kelly into her arms.  Now it was Kelly's turn to comfort her
mother.

When Andy finally regained enough control to talk she shook her
head and said, "Darling Kelly, you can't know what you are doing!
 You don't know what an unmitigated shit I am.  Sacrifice your
beautiful life for my worthless one?  What on earth could you
possibly be thinking of?"

Kelly just shook her head.  Then she said, "Mommy, I didn't tell
you everything when I first came here.  I didn't tell you, for
example, what _else_ Barbara Cumings told me.  She said that deep
down you were a fine person who has done a wonderful job of
keeping it a secret -- particularly from yourself.  And that's in
spite of what you did to her and made her do to herself."

Now she was sitting up straight and her eyes were blazing as she
continued, "But that's ancient history!  All I know is no one --
_no one!_ -- has ever received the love, the kindness, the
attention, the counseling..."  The girl began to cry and said,
"My father was killed before I was born and my mother died when I
was very young.  I scarcely remember her.  But no one has ever
had a finer mother than you, Andrea Pierce Taylor!  If I am a
good person -- and I hope I am -- it's because I have to be! 
Why?  In order to be worthy of the love of one of the finest
creatures God ever created: _You!"_  Now the poor girl began to
cry uncontrollably.

Just then Jack appeared, rushed over to Kelly and took her into
his arms.  While he was holding her tightly Andy looked at Kathy
with anguish in her eyes and said, "Mistress, please release her!
 For the love of God, please!  I'll do anything if you will. 
She's so clean and pure and innocent..."  Andy's voice broke and
dropped to a hoarse whisper as she added, "...and I love herso!"

Andy's words provided Kathy with the opportunity she had been
waiting for.  She sat in her chair impassively and waited for
Jack to release Kelly.  When he did, the three were sitting on
the sofa side by side.  The opportunity was perfect.  Kathy said
quietly, "Anything?"

"Absolutely _anything!"_ Andy repeated.

Looking at Jack, Kathy asked, "What about you, Jack?  Do you want
to save Kelly from having to prostitute her body?  Will you do
anything to save her?"  He instantly said he would.  Finally,
Kathy asked Kelly herself, "And you will do anything for your
parents, right?"  Again the girl quickly agreed.

"Okay," Kathy said with a warm smile, "now it's easy."  Looking
first at Andy she said, "There are three things for you to do:
First, we end this idiocy of your slavery once and for all,
_right now!"_  Turning to Kelly, she said, "Honey, you were
correct when you thought that your mother was my slave.  The
problem was I released her months ago, _but she was so damned
stubborn, she wouldn't accept her freedom!"_  Glaring at Andy she
said, "You're free!  Okay?"  Andy just nodded once.  "I can't
hear you!" Kathy exclaimed.

"Okay, Kath, I'm free," Andy said softly.  "I accept."  Then
looking skeptical she asked, "What else?"

"Number two," Kathy continued, "you take back your damned money!
I'm tired of keeping track of it."  Again looking at Kelly she
said, "In spite of the way your parents behave, they're not rich.
 They're not stinking rich.  They're _filthy rich!"_  Looking
back at Andy she said, "There's about $800 million in your
account.  Now you play with it."

"But wait a stinking minute," Andy protested.  "Six months ago
there was only about six hundred.  What happened?"

"What in hell did you think I did with it, turkey?  Keep it in my
mattress?"  Then she grinned and added, "Actually, it's Ali. 
She's the finest money manager in the world and I guess she made
a couple of bucks for you."  Then glaring at Andy again she said,
"There's one more."

Now Andy looked at her skeptically and said apprehensively,
"What's that?"

"Accept Kelly Carmichael as your daughter -- your _real_
daughter.  Will you?"

"But... but..."  Andy stammered.

"Yes or no?"

"But... but what does she say?"

"What in hell do you think she'll say!?" Kathy exclaimed.  "A
girl who would give her beating heart to you in hopes it could
save your life?"  Turning to Kelly she said softly, "Kel, will
you accept Andy and Jack as your real parents?  Will you allow
them to adopt you as their daughter?"

Kelly just squealed and dove for Andy.  "Mommy!  Oh, God, thank
you!  Mommy..."  The girl's words dissolved into her tears as she
held on for dear life.

While the women were hugging each other, Kathy turned to Jack and
said, "Now it's your turn.  First, accept your freedom.  Second,
take back your damned money -- it's now about $1.2 billion, and
third, adopt Kelly as your daughter.  Oh!  One more thing: You
and Andy will stop camping out in this gorgeous apartment and
move into the master bedroom where you belong!  Now, do you
accept these conditions?"

"Oh, God, yes!" Jack exclaimed.  He wrapped both women in his
arms.  The three kissed every part of each other's body they
could reach.

While they were hugging and kissing each other, Kathy wandered
around the gorgeous apartment and finally found the kitchen.  She
found champagne chilling and finally found the champagne flutes,
along with a silver tray which she carried back to the library. 
It wasn't until they heard the popping of a champagne cork that
the three finally eased apart.

Kathy poured and raised hers in a toast.  "To the finest new
family in the world:  To the Taylors.  May you be as happy for
the rest of very long lives as you are tonight!"

They just looked down at the coffee table while Kathy drank her
toast.  Then Andy raised her glass and said, "To the Carlsons:
the finest bravest people on the face of this earth.  Kathy,
without your help and Ken's, I don't know where Jack and I would
be.  All we both know is that you have done everything for us. 
You have remade our bodies.  But more importantly, you gave us to
each other.  Now you have given us the finest girl in the world
as our daughter."

Tears were streaming from her eyes as she said, "There is nothing
we will not do for you, Katherine Carlson. _Nothing!"_  They all
drank the toast.

At dinner that evening, all four were feeling very good.  Andy
had outdone herself and made a truly marvelous dinner.  In
celebration they served two wines with the meal and cognac and
cigars following dessert.  As they were sipping their cognac Andy
looked at Jack and said, "Darling, there's just one little
thing..."

When he looked at her with a question in his eyes, she continued,
"Well..."  Andy said with a gleam in her eye, "It's Kelly."  With
a quick wink at Jack she said, "It's easy to see what we do for
her: We feed her, clothe her, house her...  But what does she
bring to the party."

While Andy pretended to think seriously about the question she
glanced at Kelly who appeared nervous.  Then she brightened and
said, "I know!"  Looking at Jack with feigned seriousness she
added, "Darling, what's my primary function in bed?  It's keeping
you warm, right?"

Gently rubbing his crotch Jack said, "Well..."

"Darling," she continued, "the problem is that you're so big.  I
can only keep a little bit of you warm.  So I need help." 
Looking at Kelly she said, "Daughter, effective immediately, you
must help me keep your father warm.  You sleep on his other side
and make a tit available to keep his left hand warm.  Okay?"

Kelly squealed with pleasure but before she could say a word Jack
interjected, "Now wait a stinking minute!  How can I tell which
is which?  I mean...  Well, your bodies are awfully close... I
mean..."

"Jack," Andy said in the tone of voice she would use to a small
child, "I'm the one with the light hair.  Our daughter's hair is
dark.  Now isn't that easy?  It's a concept even you should be
able to grasp."  By this time it was all Jack could do to keep
from bursting with laughter.  Kathy had her hand over her mouth
vainly trying to suppress her giggles while Kelly was just
giggling merrily.

"But honey," Jack protested in a little-boy's voice and with a
very dumb look on his face, "what if it's dark?  What if I can't
see your hair color?"  Looking up at the ceiling he murmured as
if trying to memorize something, "Light hair is my wife.  Dark
hair isn't..."

"If there's no hair on her cunt, it's your daughter.  If there is
a curly beaver, it's me."  Looking into his eyes with her own
wide with seriousness she added, "Darling, your cock goes into
the one with hair.  Okay?  Understand?"

"What's a beaver?" he asked letting drool roll from his lips.

Andy quickly stripped off her pants and told Kelly to take hers
off, too.  Standing beside his chair she took his hand and ran
his fingers through her pubic patch, then ran his finger down her
moist slit and used it to play with her clit.  Then she took his
hand and ran it over Kelly's beautifully bare mound and into her
lovely slit.  The girl gasped with pleasure as Jack's rough
finger contacted her clit.  Then Andy said, "Now Jack, remember:
Hair is yes, bare is no.  Okay?"

By this time he could no longer control himself and broke up in
laughter.  At the same time he swept both women up on his lap and
said, "Oh God, Andy, I love you so!"

That night in bed Kelly said, "Mom, I have a bone to pick with
you.  You said you weren't married to Dad, but you've been
married for eight years!  You lied to me."

Andy and Jack had just made passionate love with Kelly watching.
Now the lights were off and both women had their heads resting on
his shoulders.  Andy laughed softly and said, "No, darling, I
really didn't.  I remember you asking and I remember being very
careful with my answer.  I said, 'I am not married to Jack
Fletcher' -- and I'm not.  I'm married to Jack Taylor!"  With a
little giggle she asked, "Happy now?"

"Mom," Kelly said, snuggling closer to her father's body, "I
couldn't be any happier and live!"*Chapter 43*

At nine o'clock the next morning Kelly and Andy were in the
kitchen sitting at the table drinking coffee and grinning at each
other.  The looks they were exchanging were the purest love that
just flowed between the two beautiful women.  "Mom," Kelly said,
"I think it's a vicious plot to make me get married in a hurry!"

"What is?"

"Sleeping on Dad's shoulder with his hand cupping my tit," she
replied.  "It's heaven!  But then this morning!  He just rolls
between your legs and takes you... and takes you... and takes
you!"

"But what's the problem?" Andy asked with her eyes wide.

"There's no cock for me!" the girl wailed.

Following her joke she said, "Mom, you and Dad are so beautiful
together!  Does it really feel as good as it looks?  I have never
seen such a look of happiness as the one you have on your face
when Dad's fucking you.  Do you like it as much as it looks like
you do?"

"Darling," Andy replied, "it's what I live for!"  Then with her
face serious she said, "Would you believe it?  Jack and I were
married for eight long years before we discovered each other? 
Honest!  It's true.  Now I just concentrate on trying to make him
happier and at the same time I make myself even happier...  And
that's from a position where I don't think it's possible to feel
any better and still live.  Kelly, when you marry Kevin, please
keep that in mind.  To increase your happiness, concentrate on
trying to be better for him.  You just keep winning!"  She
grinned and said, "It's great!"

Just then Kathy came wandering into the kitchen while still
rubbing the sleep from her eyes.  She grinned weakly and said,
"As a purely humane, lifesaving gesture, is there a cup of coffee
around somewhere?"  With Kathy's body still running on California
time, coupled with the emotional upheaval of the prior days, she
had been exhausted when she stumbled into bed the night before. 
Although she had not known it, she was the first person to sleep
in the bed, or indeed, in the room since it had been completely
rebuilt.

Andy jumped to her feet and took Kathy by the shoulder and an
elbow as if she were elderly and carefully helped her to a chair.
 In the meantime Kelly had jumped up and poured a coffee into a
mug and brought it to the table.  With her eyes wide with
innocence she asked, "Mrs. Carlson, may I help you drink it? 
Hold the mug for you, perhaps?"

Kathy had a couple of sips and then glared at the two girls.  "If
there is one thing the world doesn't need it's more smart-asses!"
 Then shaking her head she murmured, as if to herself, "Well,
Carlson, you only have yourself to blame!  You just _had_ to give
them their freedom...  As if it wasn't bad enough when they were
your slaves!"

At that Kelly dropped to her knees beside Kathy's chair and
proceeded to kiss her with all the love she could communicate. 
When she paused for a breath, Andy, who was kneeling on the other
side, did the same thing.  Without having a chance to catch her
breath, when Andy released her Kathy's head was truly spinning. 
"Wow!" she exclaimed.

After draining the coffee cup and having another, she looked at
Andy sheepishly and said, "Andy, I have a problem...  Could you
do me a favor?"

"No!" Andy exclaimed sharply.  "There are no favors for Katherine
Carlson."

Then she smiled the warmest smile Kathy had ever seen and added,
"No favors, Kath.  You just tell us -- any of us -- what you want
and we do it!  Regardless."  With her eyes wide she asked, "Would
you like one of my tits sauteed for your breakfast?  Or perhaps a
steak from Kelly's tight little ass?  What?"

Kathy reluctantly admitted that she really hadn't brought any
clothes to wear.  For that matter, she said, she really had no
clothes appropriate to a New York winter.  "So," she asked, "if
it wouldn't be too much trouble, could Sam drop me off at a
clothing store somewhere?"

"No, he can't," Andy said firmly.  Then she went to her Rolodex,
looked up a phone number and placed a call.  When the telephone
was answered, she said to the operator, "Anita Lucas, please."

A moment later the phone was answered, "This is Anita Lucas.  May
I help you?"

"Anita, this is Andy Taylor.  Do you remember me?"

There was silence on the other end for a few moments and then the
girl cried, "Mrs. Taylor, what did you do to me?"

At that Andy began to weep.  "I'm so sorry!" she wailed.  "I'm
such a natural-born shit, that even when I try to be nice, I
screw everything up royally.  Miss Lucas, what can I do to make
amends?  I will do absolutely anything!"

The reference was to a note Andy had written to the president of
Bergdorf Goodman on the Monday following the cotillion.  First,
she enclosed a clipping from _The New York Times_ society page on
Sunday featuring pictures from the cotillion.  There was a
three-column photo of Andy standing beside Kelly with the caption
crediting the gowns to Bergdorf Goodman.

Also with her note she enclosed a check for $6,000 -- 25 percent
of the value of the clothes that Ginger had purchased for Kelly
and herself.  Her note to the president said the check was for
Ms. Lucas in appreciation for all the personal time and effort
she had spent to ensure that Kelly's outfit was absolutely the
finest possible.  From the result -- her selection as Debutante
of the Year -- her taste and selections had been utterlyperfect.

"Mrs. Taylor, you don't understand," Nita said apologetically. 
"The president called me into his office... and gave me your
incredible check.  Then he congratulated me, gave me another
bonus from the store, and posted copies of your note on all the
employee bulletin boards.  In just the last week our business has
almost doubled. _Everyone_ wants outfits like Kelly's.  Mrs.
Taylor, I just want to humbly thank you and apologize for all the
nasty things I've said about you over the years."

Andy just laughed merrily and said, "Ms. Lucas, all you did was
to demonstrate your discernment and good taste.  I was a shit and
we both know it."

Changing the subject she said, "The reason for my call this
morning, though, is that we have a house guest staying with us. 
She is my closest friend.  She is also one of Ginger Jamison's
law partners from Los Angeles.  Anyway, I was wondering --
hoping, really -- if you might have a few minutes available
sometime today..."

"When would she like to come in?" Nita interjected.  "How about
right now?"

"But... but the store doesn't even open for two more hours," Andy
protested.  "And I know you have lots to do..."

"Mrs. Taylor, perhaps I didn't make myself clear.  For you and
your friends, this store is open _anytime!_  If you would rather
come in at two in the morning, that would be fine, too.  When
would be convenient?"

Very diffidently Andy asked, "Would about thirty minutes...?  And
could... would...  Well, you see, Ms. Lucas, the only things I
have, other than Levi's, are the two outfits Ginger bought for
me.  So...  And Kelly needs more things, too."

"Mrs. Taylor," Nita replied, "we will be waiting for you."

When Sam pulled the car up at the curb in front of Bergdorf's,
there was little traffic other than delivery trucks because most
of the retail stores did not open until eleven.  As soon as he
opened the door, Kelly saw Nita holding the door open for them.

When they entered the store, Kelly took Nita into her arms and
kissed her.  The girl's head reeled from the power in Kelly's
kiss.  It was the purest love.  When Kelly eased away, Nita's
head was spinning and she barely heard Kelly say, "Ms. Lucas,
thank you so much!  Everything you provided was utterly
magnificent!  I could never have done it without you."

Turning to Andy she said, "I'm sure you know my mother, Andy
Taylor."  Then, with the most brilliantly happy smile Nita had
ever seen, she added, "She is adopting me as her daughter!  I'm
just so thrilled and overjoyed!"

Nita's attention had been focused on Kelly to that point.  When
she looked at Andy, her jaw dropped.  "But... but... but, Mrs.
Taylor...  What happened to you?"

Teasing the girl, Andy looked down at herself then looked at
Kathy and said, "Kath, I am dressed this morning, aren't I? 
There's not an embarrassing rip somewhere...?"

Shaking her head Nita said, "Mrs. Taylor, you should really sue
_The New York Times._  That picture of you that they ran does not
do you justice.  You are utterly magnificent!  But what
happened?"

"Kathy happened," Andy replied.  "Ms. Lucas, I would like you to
meet my closest friend in the world...  I guess she's my sister,
now, in fact.  This is Katherine Carlson from Los Angeles.  She
needs some new clothes.  She is also one of Ali Clifford and
Ginger Jamison's law partners."

"Oh, my!" Nita exclaimed.  "This is going to be fun.  I have
never seen three such beautiful women together in my life."

While they were talking, a well-dressed man came up to them. 
Nita said, "I would like to introduce the president of our store,
Charles Mason.  Mr. Mason wanted to say hello."

He was introduced and shook hands with each of the women but his
eyes kept coming back to Andy.  Then he said, "Mrs. Taylor,
first, I want to thank you for the check you sent to us for Nita.
 We endorsed it over to her, of course.  However, it really
wasn't necessary.  And giving us a credit line in _The Times!_ 
Our advertising people checked and found that the mention was at
your insistence.  Why did you do it?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mason," Andy said softly.  "I hope it didn't
cause you any trouble.  If it did, I will certainly do whatever I
can to make it right..."

Mason's head was shaking while there was a very warm smile on his
face.  He said, "I'm sorry.  I thought Nita told you, though. 
You see, our business has almost doubled in the last week. 
_Everyone_ wants to look like Kelly Carmichael and Andrea Taylor!
 Since you so kindly gave us a credit line, they're all coming
here."

He shook hands with everyone and then said, "Nita is at your
disposal.  I'm sure she will take very good care of you."

Again they were ushered into a private room.  Kathy looked at her
watch and realized it was only a little after seven in Los
Angeles.  She picked up the telephone and, to Nita's surprise,
made a credit-card call to Los Angeles.  Ginger answered the
phone in a passion-filled voice.

"Hi, partner!" Kathy said brightly.  "I tried you at the office
but no one was there yet.  Is everyone taking today off?  Is this
some California state holiday I forgot about, maybe?"

Grinning, Kathy pressed the speaker button on the phone and
turned up the volume.  All the women could hear the sounds of
lovemaking with Ginger's scream every time Charley reached his
full penetration.  Then they heard a scream in a different pitch
as she reached orgasm, followed by another, and then a third. 
The sounds kept coming with increasing frequency until they
merged and became a continuous scream of joy.  Finally, there was
her scream of ultimate joy as Charley came inside her and she
passed out.

Kathy said quietly, "It's like an X-rated movie but without the
pictures, isn't it?"  Nita was astonished while the others were
just giggling.

"What... what happened?" Nita asked softly.  "Who is that?"

"That's Ginger Conrad who you met awhile ago," Kathy replied. 
"What happened was she just got her ass fucked off... again."

Then she smiled warmly and said, "We're all like that, I guess. 
Our husbands take us to the point of continuous orgasm.  That was
the steady scream you heard.  The last joyous scream was Charley
cuming inside her.  It just overloads the circuits and she passes
out."  Indicating Andy and herself she added, "We're like that,
too."

"But... your health...?  Isn't it dangerous...? or something?"
Nita stammered.

"I have no clue," Kathy said blithely, "and I have no intention
of finding out.  What difference does it make?  If a doctor said
it was shortening my life, you don't think I would stop, doyou?"

Nodding at Andy she said, "Look at her.  I happen to know that if
you told Andy she would be dead in thirty days unless she eased
up on her lovemaking with Jack, do you know what she would say?"
Nita's eyes were wide as she slowly shook her head.  "She would
say that she would receive more joy in those thirty days than
most women receive in their lifetimes.  Right, Andy?"  Andy just
smiled warmly and nodded her head rapidly.

Just then they heard Ginger's voice on the speaker phone, "To
what do I owe this great honor, partner.  What in hell are you
doing?"

"Oh, hi, Ging!" Kathy said brightly.  "We're here at Bergdorf's
with Anita Lucas.  Since you did such a wonderful job for Kelly
-- she's here, too -- I thought...  Oh, dear!  There is a time
difference, isn't there?  Gee, I forgot," Kathy finished in a
little-girl voice.

"Sure... you did," Ginger replied acidly, stretching out the
first word.  "Oh, well, since I'm awake anyway...  Nita, have
they undressed yet?  If not, tell them all to strip.  Who's
there, anyway?  I hear Kathy, and she mentioned Kelly...  Is Andy
there, too?"

"Sure am, Ginger," Andy replied brightly as she started to strip
off her clothes.

Then Ginger said, "Kathy, I want you and Andy to stand shoulder
to shoulder.  Nita, you face them."  They did as Ginger asked. 
"Now, Nita, squeeze one tit in each hand."  Nita very tentatively
placed one hand on each of the girls' tits.

"Squeeze, damn it!" Ginger exclaimed over the phone.  It was
almost as if she were in the room and could see what was
happening.

Nita jumped but then squeezed the breasts hard.  Both women
sighed with pleasure; her hands were so smooth and her touch felt
so good.  Then the voice said, "What do you think?  Isn't it
remarkable?  It's almost like feeling a woman's tit under a fine
bra, isn't it?  Except it's just beautifully smooth skin.  Are
both sets of nipples erect?  They should be."

"Yes, they are," Nita said softly.

"Okay," Ginger continued, "now run your fingers over their
shoulders and upper arms.  What do you feel?"

Nita did as she was asked and her eyes widened.  "All I feel,"
she replied, "Is satin-smooth skin over... muscles...?  Can that
be?"

"It sure can be," Ginger replied with a chuckle.  Then her voice
changed as she pretended to sympathize with Nita.

"You really have your work cut out for you.  I mean... There is
just a dull sameness to Clifford & Jamison women.  We're all the
same size...  About the only variation is in the color of the
eyes and hair."  Then her voice brightened as she added, "On the
other hand, with Kathy, Andy and Kelly, among them they can wear
almost any color you have.  Incidentally, Anita Lucas, I have a
challenge for you:  Tell me the color of Kathy Carlson's hair.  I
dare you!"

Kathy turned around slowly so Nita could get a good look.  The
girl just slowly shook her head.  Ginger said, "It's any color
you want except brunette or red.  Isn't it remarkable?  It is so
lovely in texture and wave with the most incredible natural color
streaks I've ever seen.  What do you think?"

"I think she is utterly exquisite, is what I think," Nita
replied.  The two discussed fashions and colors with Ginger
pretending that her three friends were fashion illiterates. 
Finally, they hung up after Nita promised to call Ginger at the
office later and describe to her what the women had selected.

Then Nita got on the phone to her assistants and then to special
suppliers.  She had already made a couple of contacts immediately
after Andy had called.  Outfits began to appear and the women
tried on one after another.  By one o'clock they were ready for a
break.  Andy asked Kelly to please buy Kathy lunch.  She wanted
to eat with Nita Lucas alone.

When she shyly asked the young woman to have lunch with her, Nita
was astonished but accepted.  Andy made reservations for them at
a fine French restaurant nearby.

When they arrived, they were shown to a table against the wall
where they sat side by side.  After Andy ordered dry sherry for
them, she looked at Nita, shook her head ruefully and said,
"Ouch!  You are really slumming today.  I apologize.  I forgot
that I was just wearing Levi's and a work shirt while you are
dressed like... like a true lady with incredible fashion
judgment."

Nita just shook her head and said, "Mrs. Taylor..."

"Look," Andy interrupted, "The name is Andy.  There are other
less-flattering names I also answer to, but how about Andy? 
Please?"

"But... but it's not right!" the girl protested.  "You are one of
our best...  No!  I'm wrong.  You are our very best customer. 
It's not proper for a shop girl..."

"Shop girl?  You?" Andy interrupted.  "Ms. Lucas, would you
please give me a break?  You are a lady!"

Nita shook her head and tears started to flow.  Then she said,
"The hell I am!"  Looking straight into Andy's eyes she said,
"Mrs. Taylor, I am a fraud and a phony.  In fact, I'm going to
resign from Bergdorf's this afternoon.  I'll get a job more in
keeping with my background and education: McDonald's, or maybe
K-Mart..."  Suddenly Nita lost control and began to weep with her
tears starting to flow from her eyes in twin streams.

Andy turned on the banquette and took the girl into her arms. 
Then she did for her what she had done so often for Kelly:  She
gently stroked her hair and just made soothing noises deep in her
body.  When Nita realized what had happened, she tried valiantly
to regain control and finally did.  She tried to fight loose from
Andy's arms but she wouldn't let go.

Instead she asked, "What's wrong?  Would you like to tell me
about it?  For example, you mentioned your background and
education.  Where did you go to school?"

Nita told her that she had graduated from a public high school in
Brooklyn and was amazed at Andy's broad smile.  Looking closely
at Nita she asked, "How old are you, anyway?"  Then she asked
about her college education and Nita just sadly shook her head.

The girl squared her shoulders and said, "I'm twenty-three.  The
store thinks I'm twenty-eight.  I had to lie a little because I
did bring fashion experience and the only way I could have the
experience along with a college degree is to be five years older
than I really am."

The girl laughed bitterly and continued, "College degree?  What a
joke!  I've never set foot in a college.  I'm dumb,
uneducated..."  Holding her head up straight she said, "I'm a
complete fraud!  That's what I really am."

Ignoring her last outburst, Andy asked, "What do you think of my
brand-new daughter, Kelly?"

"Kelly Carmichael?" Nita positively glowed.  She said, "She is
the most loving, the most lovable girl I have ever laid eyes on.
She defines the term, 'lady.'  Wrong!  She's a princess.  My God!
 She is cultured, refined...  Why, she even sent me a thank-you
note.  Can you believe it?  It was the most beautiful thing I
have ever read and written in the most beautiful ladylike
handwriting I have ever seen.  Her voice is so beautifully
cultured."

She looked at Andy and said, "That girl has breeding, in the very
finest sense of the word.  She's so educated and well-spoken... 
My God, she's the very antithesis of what I am and represents
everything I would so like to be," the girl concluded.

Then her face fell and she continued, "Actually, she's the reason
I'm resigning.  Looking at her, I see everything that a lady is
supposed to be but which I can never be.  I guess... I guess it
wasn't so bad until I met her.  Until then, I could always find a
few warts to focus on with the customers: something that
contradicted her claim to be a lady.  But with Kelly?  Absolutely
no way!  She is the real thing."

Andy just nodded and changed the subject to the reason she wanted
to have lunch in the first place.  She said, "Ms. Lucas..."

The girl smiled wryly and interrupted saying, "For God's sake,
Andy!  If you want me to call you Andy, you damned well better
start calling me Nita!  And besides, it's Miss!"  She shook her
head and added, "While 'Ms.' is useful when writing letters, I
guess, I can't stand the lesbian bitches the term always reminds
me of."

"Nita," Andy began again with a warm grin, "the reason I wanted
to have lunch with you is to apologize for the abominable way I
used to treat you and the rest of your staff.  My behavior was
uniformly disgraceful."

"Oh no, Mrs. Taylor..."  Nita protested but then stopped as
Andy's eyebrow went up with a very skeptical look and she began
slowly to shake her head.

"You're lying, Nita," Andy said softly.

"But..."

"You're lying again, Nita."

Suddenly the girl grinned.  When she did, Andy noticed how truly
lovely she was.  Nita Lucas was also five feet eight with light
brown hair and lovely gray eyes.  Then the girl said, "Okay, I
give up.  I didn't like you... at all!  I thought you were
nasty..."

Again Andy's eyebrow went up and again she shook her head saying,
"I think you can do better than that.  Nasty?  I don't think so.
A rich bitch?  Possibly.  A fat pig?  That, too.  What?"

Suddenly Nita started to giggle and said, "That's really unfair!"
 Then she squared her shoulders and said, "I believed that you
were a fat pig.  I didn't think you could ever have sex without
paying for it, and even then you were so fat I didn't think a
man's cock could even reach your cunt, let alone penetrate it. 
And if a man ever did get in bed with you, it would be horrible:
You would just lie there with your huge flabby, larded thighs
spread... and not spread very far, either."

She took a deep breath and added, "Now you see another reason why
I have to quit."

Andy just shook her head and grinned saying, "Wrong!  That's
another reason why you have to stay.  You see, you were
absolutely, totally correct."

Then with the warmest smile Nita had ever seen she said, "It's
not true now, though.  Now Jack enters me and drives so deep into
my body I swear his cock is going to come out of my mouth one
day."

"And if it happens, you'll love it, won't you?" Nita said with a
grin.

"I sure will!" Andy exclaimed.  Then she had an idea and said,
"Nita, it looks like we're going to be at the store for at least
a couple more hours.  When we're finished, could you leave early?
 Could you come over to the apartment?  You see, it's the real
reason I wanted to talk with you."

Andy paused and it was clear to Nita that whatever was coming
next was embarrassing to Andy in some way.  Then she blurted,
"Would you come over regularly and teach Kelly and me something
about fashion and clothing?  Please?"

She smiled bitterly and said, "Perhaps one reason I always looked
so tacky -- aside from the miserable excuse for a figure I had --
is that I had the fashion sense of a half-dead snail!  Anything I
buy for myself -- or, God forbid, for Kelly -- would look
horrible.  Why do you think Ginger came all the way out from Los
Angeles?"  Now she smiled and asked, "What do you think of Ginger
Conrad, by the way?"

Nita looked puzzled and said, "I have her card, and it says
Virginia Jamison.  I don't understand."

"Ginger is married to Charley Conrad who is a wonderful guy. 
Unfortunately, Charley works for another law firm housed in the
same building.  Since Ginger was a partner before she got
married, she and Ali Clifford decided that she should keep her
maiden name professionally.  But anyway, what did you think of
her?"

Nita just shook her head and said, "I guess I really don't
understand.  You see, she was absolutely correct this morning. 
All three of you -- and Ginger, herself, for that matter -- have
figures that are essentially duplicates of one another.  Beyond
that, though, she has the most incredible fashion sense I have
ever encountered."

Smiling sheepishly she said, "The fact is I had to personally
take a hand.  You see, she was eating up my assistants and
spitting them out.  I think she's already forgotten more about
women's wear than they are ever going to know.  And she really
knows it all: colors, fabrics, workmanship...  Everything!" 
Looking puzzled she finished, "But why do you ask?"

"For two reasons," Andy replied.  "First, to show you how damned
much you know.  You said it yourself:  You had to step into the
picture because you were _the only one in the whole damned store
who could!_  Right?"

Nita's head was spinning.  She didn't know what to say.  It was
true that she had intended to resign, but now this woman was
saying she had to stay because there was no one to replace her. 
It was an overwhelming thought.  Andy continued to look into her
eyes and repeated, "Right!?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she nodded weakly and murmured, "I guess
so..."

_"Guess so...?_  What utter bullshit!  You _know_ so."  Now
glaring at the girl Andy demanded, "Now admit it!  Admit to
_yourself_ that you are one of the top fashion authorities in New
York."  Nita reluctantly nodded.  Andy continued, "The second
reason is to urge you to go into Mr. Mason's office and demand a
raise -- a big one!  With the size of the sale you're going to
ring up, today would be a good day to ask, too!"

They talked some more, finished their lunch and returned to the
store.  By the time they finished they had purchased thirty
outfits among them.  The bill totaled more than $50,000.  Before
closing out the sale, Nita called Ginger and described the
outfits.  Then she explained that she had a problem because Mrs.
Taylor wanted to pay for them all, but Mrs. Carlson threatened to
cancel her part of the order if she did.

Again they were talking on the speaker phone so everyone heard
Ginger say, "Just take Kathy's check."  Then she giggled merrily
and said, "Nita, I think you have one hell of a sense of humor...
that mostly you hide.  But would you like to have some fun?  Just
call Bank of America, identify yourself, and ask if Kathy's check
is good."  Thinking for a moment she added, "Is there another
phone handy?  I would love to hear this myself!"  Then she gave
Nita the phone number of Bank of America's private bankinggroup.

Intrigued, Nita did what Ginger suggested.  Although it was
almost four o'clock in New York, in Los Angeles it was not yet
one.  When the bank's phone was answered, in her haughtiest
voice, Nita identified herself as being with Bergdorf's and
wanted information on a check.  She was immediately connected to
an officer.  She repeated her identification and then said, "I
have a check here from Katherine H. Carlson..."

"It's good," the officer stated flatly.

"But I didn't tell you the amount," Nita protested.

"Is it for an amount greater than $5 _billion?"_ he asked.

"Of course not!  It's for..."

"Then it's good!" he repeated emphatically.  Bemused, she hung up
the phone and murmured, "My God!"

Ginger had heard the exchange -- it had been a conference call --
and started to laugh.  "I told you!" she exclaimed.  "You see,
Nita, I know something not even Kathy knows.  She is one of Bill
Clifford's favorite people.  As a result, her account at B of A
is backed with an _unlimited_ letter of credit on Morgan
Guaranty.  If she ever runs short, Morgan will cover _any_
shortage immediately by Fed wire!"  Ginger giggled and said, "An
interesting arrangement, isn't it?"  Then she said, "I think you
can assure your management that Mrs. Carlson's check is good."

Then, with laughter in her voice, she added, "You might even ask
for her address -- although I guess it is printed on her checks.
You might want to think about recommending her to your selection
committee as a prospective new customer."

This time Nita broke down in laughter.  She informed Andy that
she was taking Mrs. Carlson's check, at which point Kathy said,
"For God's sake, it's _Kathy!_  Is that so damned hard for you to
say?  Hell, it's easier to pronounce than Mrs. Carlson."

When she completed the sale she went off to the president's
office and returned almost immediately with a baffled expression
on her face.  Andy was almost certain she knew what had happened
but waited for Nita to volunteer the information.

She said softly, "He said I could have as much time off as I
wanted... and he doubled my salary before I even had a chance to
ask."  Andy just laughed and the foursome went out to the car
where Sam Duncan was patiently waiting.

The four women got into the Rolls with Kelly and Andy riding in
rear-facing seats.  Nita just wriggled on the leather upholstery
and murmured, "Yum!  How wonderfully elegant!"  While they drove
home, Andy explained that Nita was going to provide coaching in
fashion and style.  Kelly greeted the news with a small cheer and
a wide grin.

Arriving at the apartment building, Nita's eyes were wide as they
rode up in the private elevator and entered the apartment. 
Looking around, she thought it was so beautiful, comfortable and
spacious; she had never seen anything like it, even in the best
decorating magazines.

Looking at Nita, Kelly said, "I know you're going to try to
educate me in women's wear, but first, would you mind if I worked
out?  I haven't had a chance for almost ten days now and I really
miss it."

Kathy and Andy jumped at Kelly's suggestion and in only a few
moments the three of them had stripped and were working out
together in the large exercise room.  Each of the women was on a
machine with all of the machines set at comparable weights. 
Nita's eyes widened as she saw the smooth muscles on all of the
others bulge as they seemed effortlessly to move the weights.  

"This really isn't a very exciting spectator sport, you know,"
Andy said dryly.  "Or do you have a doctor's excuse?"

Although she was very reluctant to strip, there was nothing Nita
could say.  After all, the other three were bare and completely
unconcerned about the fact.  When she asked about it, Kelly told
her that since she had worn no clothes at all for over six weeks,
being naked felt more natural to her now than being dressed.  The
girl slowly took off her clothes and then stood there naked.

Kelly grinned warmly and said, "You're really not half bad, Ms.
Lucas."  Nita's body was slender but soft.  Her posture was good
and her face and bone structure were beautiful.

Nita pretended to glare at Kelly and said, "Look, Miss
Carmichael, don't you feel sort of dumb calling a naked girl,
Ms.?  And besides, it's Miss."  Then she grinned and said, "I'll
make a deal with you, though.  You call me Nita and I'll call you
Kelly.  Okay?"

Kelly grinned back and agreed.  She had left her machine to set
Nita up on another one and to show her how it worked.  When she
tried to move the weights -- still set at Andy and Kelly's
presets -- she couldn't.  Kelly cut them in half and she found
she could barely move them.  Then she cut them in half again and
Nita was finally able to work out with them although even at 25
percent of their weights, she could only do about one-quarter the
number of repetitions.

After the four women rotated through all the machines, Kelly
stretched, happily groaned and said, "That was neat!"  Then to
the others she said, "How about some swimming?"

_"Swimming?"_ Nita exclaimed.  "Where?  And how?"

Kelly just motioned with her thumb out the sliding glass door
opening on the pool deck.  Only then did Nita realize there was a
swimming pool on the roof of a 40-story apartment building.  The
heavily-overcast sky had been spitting snow all day, but now it
had changed to a full-bore storm.  Snow was swirling around the
buildings and coming down almost horizontally in the open areas
where there were no structures to break the wind.

"But... But it's snowing!" she protested.

"My, how observant you are," Kelly commented dryly.  Then she
slid the door open and scampered toward the pool with Andy and
Kathy following.  For Kathy, who was far more used to the tropic
beaches and sun of Hawaii, running in the accumulating snow was a
very different experience.  She squealed as she ran through the
light snow following the others.

Feeling left out, Nita screwed up her courage and followed as
well.  Reaching the pool, she found the others were already in
it.  In spite of being naked in the wind and snow, she paused for
a moment just to watch the others power up and down the pool with
the smoothest, most powerful swimming strokes she had ever seen.

Feeling like she was about to freeze to death, she dove in and
followed.  Soon she ran out of gas and just remained in the pool
and watched the others continue to power up and down.  It was a
strange sensation to be naked in a swimming pool while feeling
snow melting as it hit her face.

Finishing their swimming, they all ran to the sauna.  This was a
new experience for Nita and Kathy, although both had heard about
them.  With the steam rising and starting to fill the small room,
Nita found herself sitting beside Kelly on the bench.  Sweat had
broken out in the moist heat now reaching 130 degrees and both of
their bodies were sweat-slickened.  Diffidently, Nita reached out
and touched Kelly's body.

The girl had been resting against the wall with her eyes closed.
Felling Nita's touch, she opened her eyes and said softly, "Don't
be afraid.  I'm not at all breakable.  And, Nita, your touch
feels marvelous on my wet body."

Nita accepted the invitation and ran her fingers lightly all over
Kelly.  Then she said softly, "I didn't know the half of it, did
I?"  Then she chuckled and said, "What frauds we are!
_Bergdorf's_ getting credit for your appearance at the cotillion?
 What a joke!  Kelly, you could have won it wearing a flour
sack...  And we both know you would have won in a walk if the
girls had been nude."

Then she shook her head and said, "You know something?  Dressing
you is turning out to be a challenge.  Of course, it's the same
with your mother and Mrs. Carlson, too.  Your bodies are so
perfect it's a challenge to clothe you in ways that feature your
bodily perfection.  And that's a _really_ different assignment. 
Almost always, we are trying to hide bodily flaws or to draw
attention to the handful of good features.  With you people, I
just don't know what to do."

Kelly grinned and looked at her new friend.  Already her hair was
soaked with steam and sweat, but Nita seemed completely
unconcerned.  All the moisture did was to cause her hair's
natural waves to become more prominent.  Then Kelly showed her
how the scraping sticks worked.  They were similar in design to a
doctor's tongue-depressor.  Using her thigh to demonstrate, she
showed Nita how the dead skin was scraped off.

As Kelly began to work on Nita, the girl was appalled to see how
black the scrapings from her body were.  Kelly just grinned and
said that was New York's wonderful air.  Meanwhile, Andy and
Kathy were working on each other.  Finally, they all agreed they
had had enough.

Andy was hoping that neither Sandy nor Ginger had mentioned the
cold pool to Kathy.  From her interested reaction as she and
Kelly jumped in, she was sure they hadn't; Kathy didn't show the
least apprehension.  Again they bobbed to the surface and just
looked up at the two women who were already starting to shiver in
the falling snow.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Andy demanded.

Nita and Kathy just looked at each other, shrugged, and then
jumped feet-first the way they had seen Andy and Kelly get in. 
As soon as they did, the two women vaulted out of the pool. 
However, Kelly stayed beside the pool to give Nita a hand.  She
was not in the physical condition the other women were.  They
laughed at the instantaneous screams when the two women realized
they had jumped into a pool of ice-cold water.  While Kathy
vaulted out in an instant, Kelly gave Nita a hand while she tried
to control her laughter.

When they reached the shower room, the girls were covered with
goose bumps.  Nita's teeth began to chatter even as she stood in
the very warm shower water.  Kathy just shook her head sadly and
murmured, as if to herself, "Why me all the time?"  Looking at
Andy she said, "What is it about me that makes me the butt of
everyone's jokes?  Why me?"

"Do you really want to know?" Andy asked.  Kathy looked like a
little girl as she rapidly nodded her head up and down.  "It's
because of who you are, Kath.  You are so beautiful, so kind, so
sweet..."  Then she started to giggle and shook her head, "I'm so
sorry, Sis!  Honest.  It's just that... It's just that it's so
much _fun!"_

With that she took Kathy in her arms and kissed her soundly as
the water streamed over their bodies.

Meanwhile, Kelly and Nita were washing each other's backs and
shampooing each other's hair.  With her head covered with suds
while kneeling on the floor Nita looked up and said, "God, this
is fun!  Even that freezing pool."  Then with a little grin she
asked, "Kelly, how much do I owe you?  I can't ever remember
feeling this good in my life."

"But we're not nearly finished," Kelly replied.  "Wait until
after the massage."

When the girls got out of the shower, Kelly did to Nita what had
been done so often to her.  Wrapping the girl tightly in an
extra-large bath towel, she carefully blotted her body dry. 
Then, as she stood there, Kelly kissed her full on the lips. 
When her lips made contact, Nita tried to struggle but suddenly
realized the extent to which her arms were immobilized by the
mummifying towel.

Kelly loved the taste and began to work her lips on the older
girl's.  After the initial shock, Nita realized that Kelly's kiss
was just the purest love.  She started to return it and then felt
Kelly's tongue dart into her mouth.  When it contacted hers, she
felt a strange jolt of electricity.  Closing her eyes she gave
herself up to the sensation and at the same time wriggled her
body that was being held so tightly in the towel.

When their kiss ended, Nita's eyes were bright.  Looking into
Kelly's brilliant blue ones she said softly, "Thank you, darling
Kelly.  I have never had a kiss like that one."  Then, in a voice
scarcely above a whisper, she added, "I love you very much."

"And I love you very much, too," Kelly replied as softly.

Then she led the girl to the massage room and began to work on
her body.  As Nita relaxed with her eyes closed on the table,
Andy told her that the house rule was one free massage to a
customer.  "After that, if you don't give, you don't get!"

Nita just smiled.  When Kelly finished with her, she stretched
lazily, yawned, and then jumped to the floor motioning Kelly to
get up on the table.  To the girl's surprise, Nita gave her a
marvelous massage.  When Kelly asked about it, Nita replied
softly that she had done it before, but never on a body as
perfect as Kelly's.  "In fact," she said, "I ought to be paying
you.  I just adore the feel of your body under my fingertips." 
Both girls had been using musk oil as a massage fluid.

When they were finished, Nita shook her head in dismay and said,
"I hate the thought of putting my clothes back on.  Right now I
feel so great, it's sinful!"

"That's easy," Andy said.  "Don't!  I'm not, and I doubt very
much if Kathy and Kelly are.  Why don't you just stay the way you
are?  I think you'll find the apartment is comfortable, and as
Kelly noticed awhile ago, the upholstery materials were all
selected to feel good against bare skin.  Frankly, Jack and I
like it this way, too."

The girl followed Andy's suggestion.  Kelly went off to prepare
cocktails and hors d'oeuvres while the other three went into the
library.  When she sat down on the sofa upholstered in a
soft-tanned leather, Nita just sighed with pleasure.  Then Andy
said, "There's a scrapbook that Kelly put together that you might
be interested in seeing."

Quickly she loaded the tape deck and the VCR, then started going
through the pages with Nita.  The girl's jaw dropped when she
realized what she was seeing.  When they finished, Kelly was
sitting in an easy chair just watching Nita's reaction.  Finally
the girl said, "My God!  Kelly completely transformed herself! 
And in only three months!"

Looking at Kelly her eyes were wide as she asked, "But how? 
Why?"

"With some hard work," Kelly replied quietly.  "The answer to
'why' is it was for my mother.  My mother loves me so much and
asks for absolutely nothing in return.  It was really the least I
could do.  The fact of the matter is that it was a lot harder on
her than it was on me."

Then Nita thought for a moment and said, "As a matter of fact, I
guess it wasn't so great, after all."  Looking at Andy she said,
"Kelly just went through her chrysalis."

Raising an eyebrow, Andy said, "Her what?"

"Her chrysalis," Nita repeated.  "You know how caterpillars
become butterflies?  Well the period between the two is
chrysalis."  Looking very reasonable she said, "Let's face it: 
All Kelly did was to transform herself into the Celtic princess
that she really has been all along.  It's quite simple, really."

Then Andy told Kelly where Nita had gone to high school and said,
"That's the school you graduated from, wasn't it?"

Kelly just grinned and nodded her head quickly.  Then she said,
"I knew there was a good reason for why I love Nita so damned
much!  We're so very much alike."

"And I love to hear her tell me how dumb and uneducated she is,"
Andy added.  "Chrysalis, indeed!"  Then she looked at Nita
speculatively and said, "Are you interested in making some
money?"

"I'm _always_ interested in making money," the girl replied. 
"What would you like me to do?"

"I'll give you $25,000 if you can make yourself over like Kelly
in the next sixty days," Andy said.  "Kelly and I will give you
any coaching or other help you want, and you will have full use
of this place or any other facility, if you prefer.  The downside
is that if you don't make it, all you'll have will be some sore
muscles and some lost sleep.  Interested?"

Before the girl could answer Kathy said, "I'll add $75,000 to
Andy's offer, Nita."

The girl was utterly stunned.  She just slowly shook her head in
amazement and said, "You're telling me that you will _pay me_
$100,000 if I get into Kelly's shape within sixty days.  But
why?"

"I'll answer for myself," Andy said, "and then Kathy may wish to
add to it.  I'm doing it for purely selfish reasons.  If you
reshape yourself, you'll be a physical duplicate of Kelly and me.
 It's really worth a lot more than that to me to not go to the
store.  Adjusting for color differences -- and for me, that's no
adjustment at all -- if it looks good on you, it will look good
on me, too."

"It's a similar reason for me," Kathy said.  "Only our situation
is worse.  Andy just doesn't really like shopping that much.  As
a woman, I'm afraid she's un-American.  For me, it will save me
airfare to New York every time I need new clothes.  Unless you
like to look like a two-dollar hooker, there's not much to buy in
LA."  Then she grinned and added, "In fact, it will probably be a
Clifford & Jamison firm charge.  Since we're all monotonously
similar, all you have to do is pack up clothes you like --
regardless of colors -- and ship them out...  Sort of a Bergdorf
Goodman CARE package.  Among us we can wear any colors you have."
 She grinned and asked, "Okay?"

Nita smiled brilliantly and exclaimed, _"Okay!"_  Then she shook
hands with Kathy and then Andy.  After shaking her hand, Andy
folded her into her arms and kissed her.  Their kiss was a more
mature version of the kiss she had received from Kelly.

When she was released, she whispered, "I love you, Andy Taylor. 
I love you very much."

Then they heard the sound of the front door opening and Nita
blushed as she realized she was totally naked.  She relaxed a
little when she saw the other women seemed completely
unconcerned.  Andy called out, "Jack, we're undressing for dinner
tonight."

They heard Jack laugh and the sound of the door to the master
bedroom closing.  A short time later Jack came into the library
also naked.  When Nita saw him her eyes became as big as saucers.
 Jack Taylor was built like a Greek god!  She never dreamed a
man's sex could be so large.  When he came in, Andy jumped off
the sofa and hurled herself into his arms.

The girl watched in fascination as their lips melted together in
a passionate embrace.  Nita thought she could actually see the
electricity flowing between them.  At the same time their hands
were moving over each other's body.  Andy just loved the feel of
his rough hands on her tender skin.  When she relaxed, Jack
effortlessly scooped her up in his arms, sat down in his favorite
easy chair and rested Andy across his lap.  She just wriggled
with delight and nuzzled his neck.

Turning to Nita she said, "You asked me at lunch why I am in the
shape I'm in.  Well, I'm sitting on the reason.  If I weren't
strong, Jack is so powerful he could accidentally break me in
two."  Then she grinned and added, "Isn't he beautiful?  Can you
imagine that cock -- what you saw was really flaccid --
penetrating your insides day after day?"  With a lovely quizzical
look she put her finger inside her vagina, just shook her head
and said, "I still don't know where it goes, though.  How can he
possibly get that huge cylinder into my tiny hole?"  She sighed
again and nuzzled even closer and said softly, "But he sure does,
though!"

Kelly looked at her mother and dad, and watching Andy continuing
to move on Jack's lap, she started to giggle.  Suddenly Andy
hopped to her feet, held out her hands to Jack, pulled him to his
feet and hauled him out of the room, making excuses to the others
as she did.

When they were headed for their bedroom, Kelly's giggles turned
into full-bore laughter.  When Nita asked what was so funny,
Kelly replied, "It's Mom!  She's so funny.  She was working on
Dad just to show you something but it backfired on her: She had
to have him in bed."

Glancing at a clock she said, "They'll be out of action for an
hour or so."

At that point Kathy jumped to her feet and announced that she was
making dinner.  The three girls went to the kitchen and Kelly
showed her where things were kept.  Kathy oohed and aahed at the
magnificent facility and quickly began her preparations.  As she
did, Kelly told Nita that Kathy might be the finest cook in the
country.

It was just over an hour later when Andy reappeared.  When she
glared at Kelly and demanded to know why their guest was doing
the cooking, Kelly innocently replied, "But Mom!  You said that
we were supposed to do absolutely anything for Kathy that she
asks for -- and she asked."

"Darling," Andy explained, "that means things we do for her, not
things she does for us!"

"She's doing exactly what I asked her to do," Kathy interrupted.
"I asked her to watch me cook and that's exactly what she's been
doing...  And doing it very well, I might add."

Andy laughed and then stretched.  She looked like a great golden
cat and Nita said so.

Looking at the girl Andy said, "Nita, right now I feel so good,
it's sinful!  I've had my workout, I got in my swimming, I had a
massage and now I've had the most marvelous pre-dinner
lovemaking!  I feel great!"  Then Jack came in and she said, "By
the way, I'll bet you didn't know a man's cock could tan, did
you?"

Nita just shook her head.  It was so obvious to her that Andy and
Jack were desperately in love with each other.

The meal Kathy prepared was utterly magnificent, featuring a
filet of beef, Wellington.  When they sat down at the dinner
table, Jack looked around and laughed.  "My God!  The things I
have to put up with in this house.  Can you imagine having to try
to eat while looking at four of the most magnificent sets of tits
in the world?"  Looking up at the ceiling he said, "Didn't
someone refer one time to 'the times that try men's souls'?  This
is one of those times."

At that Kelly and Andy looked at each other and grinned.  Jumping
up, they ran to Jack and both crushed their tits against his
face.  Nita could hear his smothered laugh and could see him
kissing everything within reach.

After dinner, Jack and Andy played Bridge against Kelly and
Kathy.  Although Nita had never had the opportunity to play, she
knew the rules of the game and read the Bridge column in the
newspaper fairly regularly.  The match she watched was the most
brilliant Bridge she had ever seen.  It was very clear that the
people were not only beautiful, they were very smart, as well.

When they finished two rubbers, Andy and Jack had won, but only
by two-hundred points -- it was virtually a draw.  Rising from
the table Kathy said, "That was the finest Bridge I have ever
seen, let alone played.  It was great!"

When Nita asked about calling a cab, Andy looked surprised and
asked her what she wanted to do that for when there was a
perfectly good car and driver waiting to take her home.

"You mean... in the Rolls?" she asked.

"What's wrong with the Rolls?" Andy asked, pretending to be
puzzled.

Nita smiled brilliantly and said, "Wow!  This is going to make my
reputation at the women's hotel where I live.  My God!  Being
dropped off by a chauffeur-driven Rolls limousine!  They'll be
sure I have a millionaire lover who's keeping me as his
mistress."  Then her face fell although her eyes were gleaming as
she added, "But then they'll expect to see rich gifts coming,
too."  Hearing her words, Jack looked meaningfully at Andy and
winked.  She nodded rapidly and winked back.

When Nita left, Kathy announced that she was going to exercise
her prerogative in the household:  Kelly was going to sleep in
her bed and keep her warm.  Then Kelly told her parents how Kathy
had held her tight, kissed her, and made her forget the terrors
of her trip to Los Angeles.  That night was the finest Kathy had
ever spent apart from Ken.

The snowstorm had picked up in intensity and she could hear the
cold wind howling outside.  It made her cold just listening to
it.  But at the same time, she was in a warm bed with the
loveliest, sweetest-smelling young woman in the world.  Every
time she heard a particularly strong gust of wind, she hugged
Kelly hard.  The girl just hugged her back.

The next day at Bergdorf's, a special messenger delivered an
envelope to Nita.  Opening it, she found a cashier's check from
Morgan Guaranty payable to her in the amount of $10,000.  There
was a typewritten note saying, "Thanks for the wonderful night. 
Here's a little something for you to use to buy yourself
something nice."  It was unsigned.

Nita read it twice and then cracked up with laughter.

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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