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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 8 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 48*

Sarah Duncan had refused her father's offer to meet her at Penn
Station.  Although most people fly between Washington and New
York City, Sarah -- known as Sally -- had elected to take the
Metroliner.  For some reason she wanted the extra time to
decompress from the Washington pressures and reorient her
thoughts to her parents.  She really had not given them any
thought in months, a fact that bothered her.  Sally had even been
remiss about talking to them on the phone.  All she knew was that
they were now working as domestic servants for a family in New
York.

Why this was so was yet another puzzle because with their savings
and her father's Army pension there should be no need for money,
let alone money earned under such demeaning conditions.  The
contrast in status between their domestic service and her Justice
Department position might have been a major cause of their
estrangement, although Sarah had never said a word about it to
them.

At Penn station she grabbed a cab and gave the driver the
Taylor's upper-East-Side address.  As the cab started to move,
Sally leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes.  Seeing her
adoptive parents again after so many years created mixed
emotions.  Beyond the status thing, her biggest problem in
dealing with them was that she considered herself to be a
liberated woman and a feminist, while she knew her parents were
very traditional in their attitudes.

But when her mother had invited her up to New York to visit, it
was so close to Washington and so easy to get to, there was no
graceful way to avoid seeing them.  Moreover, Sally had a
deep-seated concern that she could not put out of her mind.  Like
everyone else in her office -- the Civil Rights Division of the
Department of Justice -- she read _The Washington Post_
religiously.  It was, in fact, the Washington government's trade
paper.  It really made life easy for her, she supposed.  Every
day, both the news columns and the editorial pages of the paper
told her what was news, what to think, and what the proper
positions on all the issues of the day were.

Deep down, though, she was bothered.  For example, she was
supposed to be a feminist -- a card-carrying member of NOW, the
National Organization for Women -- and she was.  The problem was
that the organization's leadership was now heavily dominated by
lesbians who not only preferred women as sex partners, they
actively disliked men.  It was this attitude that deeply bothered
Sally.  Moreover, the organization seemed to be increasingly
interested more in lesbian and gay rights than in women's issues,
_per se._

The cab pulled up to the curb at the address Sally had given the
driver.  After paying him, she picked up her bags and started
walking towards the apartment entrance.  Then she stopped and
looked up at the building for the first time.  When she did, she
let out an involuntary whistle. _Clearly,_ she thought, _this is
*not* New York's low-rent district!_  Sarah Duncan was five feet
eight inches tall and weighed about 160 pounds.  Now she was so
badly out of shape that just carrying her two suitcases was
wearing her out.

Although when she had been living at home she used to be quite
athletic and got a lot of exercise, that had all changed when she
went to law school.  There, the women she associated with liked
to think of themselves as intellectuals.  Moreover, any effort to
maintain an attractive body opened one up to being accused of
playing to the male sexual stereotype.  Actually, she realized,
160 pounds was -- in view of her height -- the very least she
could weigh to escape their criticism.  Her hair was worn back in
a tight bun, and the suit she was wearing was very mannishly
styled and had been carefully selected to obscure her feminine
shape. _But at 160 pounds, there isn't much shape to obscure,_
she thought wryly.

As she picked up her baggage again and started to carry her
suitcases towards the entrance, a security guard came running out
to take them from her and carry them into the building.  She was
glad to be relieved of their weight.

Entering the building, she was even more impressed.  There was a
reception desk and, she realized, two more armed guards.  "The
Taylor apartment, please," she said to the receptionist.  "I am
Sarah Duncan, and I am expected."

The man checked his list and found her name.  Then, to her
surprise, he asked for some identification.  She pulled out her
Justice Department photo ID from her wallet and showed it to the
man.  After carefully checking the picture against her
appearance, he then asked her to sign a blank piece of paper
using the same signature as the one on her ID card.  After she
signed, he again checked it carefully against the ID, then
smiled, welcomed her to New York, and directed her to an elevator
door set off by itself in the lobby.

Apparently there was some photoelectric eye or a control at the
reception desk or something, because the elevator door slid
silently open as she walked towards it.  The guard with her
baggage followed her into the elevator car and smiled.  As she
entered the car, she remembered that she had forgotten to ask the
Taylor's apartment number but now it was too late.  Already the
doors were sliding silently shut and the car began to rise.  On
the other hand, with the guard in the car she did not worry.

As the car rose swiftly in the shaft -- its motion was so smooth
and silent, the only sensation of speed was in her stomach -- she
realized that the interior of the car was beautiful.  The floor
was thickly carpeted and its walls were paneled in
richly-polished furniture-grade cherry.  It even had a beautiful
leather-upholstered seat along the back wall with a mirror above
it.  When the car smoothly and silently glided to a stop, the
doors opened and she found herself in an entrance hallway paneled
and carpeted in the same fashion as the elevator car.

Only then did she realize that the apartment door was open and a
beautiful black girl was waiting for her.  As she was about to
ask for Mrs. Duncan, Sally realized that the woman was her
mother.  It was Ellie, but now she appeared to be younger than
Sarah herself!

"My darling, welcome!" Ellie exclaimed.  "Your father and I are
delighted you could finally make it up to visit."  Ellie took her
adopted daughter into her arms and hugged her, then moved back to
be able to kiss her firmly on the lips.

Ellie's kiss, loaded with love, joy, and sheer goodness, almost
caused Sally to collapse. Then, although she stepped back for a
moment, her mother held both of her hands.  Slowly shaking her
head, Sally said softly, "Mom, what happened to you!?  You are
unbelievable!  Never in your life have you looked so beautiful. 
And your dress..."

Sally was stunned.  The last time she had seen her mother -- over
a year earlier -- she had appeared matronly. _Although,_ she
admitted to herself wryly, _not nearly as matronly as I look
right now._  Now her mother's figure was utterly magnificent and
her white sleeveless dress was the most beautiful thing Sally had
ever seen.  Looking at her mother's body carefully, she realized
that her mother's nipples were probing at the material of the
dress like two blunt pencils.

"Good grief, Mother," the girl exclaimed.  "You're... you're not
wearing a bra!  And your nipples show!"  Fortunately, the guard
had already put her luggage inside the apartment door and
returned to the lobby, so he didn't hear her comment.

"Of course they do, dear," her mother replied softly.  "Your
father likes my nipples always to be turgid and Andy showed me
how to do it.  It took awhile, but now keeping them this way is
second nature.  I don't even need to think about it anymore.  Now
the only time they're flaccid is right after your father fucks
me.  Although it usually takes only a few minutes afterward for
me to get them back this way."

Then she added, "As far as wearing a bra is concerned, why should
I?  Do you really think I need one?"  Looking down at her chest,
she cupped her tits and said, "I think they're sort of nice.  Now
they stand up as proudly as Kelly's or Nita's, or even Andy's
own.  Their nipples are always erect, too."

While they were talking, Ellie was escorting her daughter through
the apartment towards the rear.  Although she was listening to
what her mother was saying, Sally noticed in passing that the
whole apartment was utterly magnificent.  But unlike so many
homes that were professionally decorated, the whole feeling in
this apartment was one of great warmth and comfort.

When they entered the living room, three women rose to their
feet.  Seeing the three together came as such a shock to Sally
that she stopped dead in her tracks.  It was all she could do to
keep her jaw from dropping open.  The three women were physical
duplicates of one another.  All were five feet eight with
identical perfect figures.  The only differences were in the
color of their hair and eyes.  One had dark hair and incredible
blue eyes, the second had brown hair with gray eyes, while the
third had hair the color of newly-minted yellow gold and the
warmest, most brilliant blue eyes Sally had ever seen.

All were exquisitely dressed in conservatively-cut dresses that
somehow set off their perfect figures.  Finally, all appeared to
be virtually identical in age, although the brunette did appear
to be slightly younger than the other two.  But none appeared to
be over twenty-one.

"Sally," her mother said softly, "I would like you to meet my
closest friends in the whole world: Anita and Kelly Taylor, and
their mother, Andy."  Turning to the waiting women she said
proudly, "Taylors, this is my daughter, Sarah, but everyone calls
her Sally."

What came next was also something of a surprise.  In Washington
one merely touched hands.  Each of these women applied a very
firm grip.  As she shook hands, she realized that everything
about these women was feminine perfection.  Their hands were all
slim with very long fingers.  Moreover, she realized, none were
wearing nail polish.  This caused her to look at their faces even
more closely.  When she did, she realized that none were wearing
any makeup at all -- or certainly none that she could see.

However, although her female friends in Washington wore no
makeup, either, in order to look as plain and drab as possible,
these women were not wearing any because they needed none.  Never
had she seen such vibrant beauties in her life.  But then her
mother's comment registered. _The blonde is the other girls'
mother?  It is utterly impossible!_

The surprises were not yet over, though.  After she shook hands
with the mother, Andy Taylor -- _An odd name for a woman,_ she
thought -- took her into her arms and kissed her.  The kiss was
like nothing Sally had ever experienced in her life.  She
realized it was like the kiss her mother had given her at the
door, but with far more power.  It was a kiss of the purest love
and goodness.

When the woman released her lips, she continued to hold Sally by
her shoulders realizing that, since her eyes were glassy, she
just might collapse on the floor.  When Sally blinked and shook
her head to clear it, Andy released her and the girl slowly sank
down on the sofa.

Then Kelly Taylor turned to her mother and excused herself, along
with Nita, to work out and have a swim.  They made their excuses
to Sally saying that they were sure that the two women had lots
of news to catch up on.  When they had left the room, Andy
offered tea, saying that there would be a late dinner thatnight.

When Ellie started to rise, Andy glared at her and ordered,
"Ellen Duncan, just sit down and shut up!"

"But, Andy!" she protested.  Andy just raised an eyebrow, pointed
downward with her finger and started to leave the room.  "Ah,
hah!" Ellie exclaimed, "I've got you now, Andrea Pierce Taylor. 
Sally is a lawyer in the Civil Rights Division of the Department
of Justice.  She'll take care of me!"

Turning to her daughter, she demanded, "Sarah Duncan, this is
your case now.  I demand that you protect my civil rights!"

The girl had just been watching the exchange between the two
women, utterly baffled.  All she could do was slowly shake her
head.

When she did, her mother said, "This is so damned typical,
daughter, you have to do something!  Whenever I offer to do
anything, all Andy does is to tell me to sit down and shut up. 
Is that fair?  Is that right? _Is it?"_

Before the still-baffled Sarah could reply, Andy said, "That's
not true!  When I'm cooking, I not only allow you to stand and
watch, I even permit you to ask questions!"  With an emphatic nod
of her head and after daintily sticking out the tip of her pink
tongue, she turned on her heel and went out towards the kitchen.

"But, Mom," the girl protested.  "I have never understood this
arrangement at all.  Why are you and Dad... _servants?_  I
mean... My Lord!"

Instead of answering Ellie asked the girl to follow her.  Taking
her around the apartment, she opened a door that, to Sally's
surprise, had a fully-featured front door, complete with normal
entry hardware and locks.  As they went into the apartment
beyond, she asked her mother about it.

"This is just one of the problems, Sally," Ellie replied.  "Andy
and Jack just absolutely insisted that we have our privacy.  This
is a full apartment within their house.  We even have our own
private entrance off the elevator lobby.  Just look!"

"But... but... but, I don't understand," the girl stammered.  "It
is utterly magnificent.  What's the problem?"

"The whole thing is the problem!" her mother wailed.  "Would you
believe it?  These are the _servants quarters!_  We have a
three-room apartment along with a bath that could have come from
_House Beautiful_ -- you would never find anything nearly as nice
or as complete in _Apartment Living._  It has a bathtub the size
of a small swimming pool..."

Then she grinned and interjected, "Now your dad even takes me in
the bathtub...  It's just so neat!  We're both supported by the
water as I feel his huge sex start to penetrate my cunt."

Continuing, she said, "It has two lavatories and even a separate
shower -- also large enough for both of us.  And it has a
fully-equipped gourmet kitchen, too.  But, of course, it's never
been used!"  Then she wailed, "And these are the _servants'
quarters!"_

"How much does it all cost?" Sally asked diffidently.  The whole
exchange with her mother was utterly baffling to her.  One of the
things that had bothered her from the very first time she had
heard about it was the idea of her parents working as servants. 
Sally was honest enough to recognize it as a status thing.  Now
she was listening to her mother complaining -- about not being
able to serve!

_"Cost?"_ her mother exclaimed with a sardonic laugh.  "That's a
laugh and a half!  It's $60,000 a year -- that the Taylors pay
us!  And, of course, that's in addition to room and board and
every conceivable other expense covered on top!"

Turning to her daughter she said, "Would you believe we had a big
fight over money?  Do you know what it was all about?  Andy was
trying to pay for the birthday gift your father and I bought _for
her!_  Can you believe it?  Paying for your own birthday present?
 But that's really what she wanted to do, and we could barely
talk her out of it.  On the other hand," she added with a little
grin, "I guess it was the only battle your dad and I have ever
won with her."

The women took a quick look around the apartment and Sally was
again astonished.  It was the most beautifully furnished and
tastefully decorated home she had ever seen.  The most obvious
element was that the same care and attention -- and money -- that
had been spent on the Taylor's apartment had been spent on her
parents'.  They returned to the library as Andy came in carrying
a large silver tray which she set down on the coffee table.

For Sally, in spite of the occasional embassy party she attended,
it was the first time she had ever actually seen a tea and coffee
service used.  And, she admitted reluctantly, Andy handled it
with a grace and dignity that suggested it was all she ever did.
In addition to the tea and coffee, there was a small platter of
the most elegant tea sandwiches the girl had ever seen.  Each was
different and each was an individual work of culinary art.  When
she asked where they came from, all her mother did was laugh.

As the three women talked, Sally became aware that she was doing
all the talking.  Then she realized that Andy had the very rare
ability quietly to ask a few questions and soon get the other
person -- Sally, in this case -- to tell her full life story.  To
her surprise, Sally even found herself talking about her
experiences with NOW and her problem with the lesbians who seemed
to control it.  Nevertheless, the dislike she was feeling for
Andy Taylor crept into her voice and manner.

Suddenly, Andy changed the subject dramatically.  "Sally," she
asked softly, "why don't you like me?  In fact, that really isn't
accurate, is it?  The question should be, why do you hate me? 
Have I ever hurt you?"  Her next words utterly stunned Sarah: "I
have hurt a great many people in my life, and some of them very
badly, but I don't think you were ever one of them.  Were you? 
Did I ever hurt you?" she repeated.

At first Sally was struck dumb by the question.  Then she
blurted, "It's not you, Mrs. Taylor...  It's... It's what you
stand for!  I cannot abide women who spend all day, every day,
just looking beautiful.  Mrs. Taylor, you are utterly worthless!
You do nothing positive for anyone, ever.  With you, life is all
take -- no give!  Yes, Mrs. Taylor, you are correct.  I _do_ hate
you!  Women like you are a national disgrace."

Ellie was so shocked at her daughter's words, she could say
nothing.  Just then, they heard the sound of the front door
opening and Jack Taylor calling out a greeting.  Andy's only
reaction to Sarah's words was the tiniest blush that only someone
who knew her well as Ellie did would ever even notice.  Then,
without saying a word about Sarah's outburst, she just quietly
excused herself.

When she had left the room, Ellie finally regained her voice and
said in a voice throbbing with emotion, "Sarah Duncan, you will
get down on your knees and beg Andy Taylor for forgiveness!  You
will!"  As the girl sat up straight and prepared to defend her
position -- although she knew it would be difficult, particularly
after having seen her parents' apartment -- to her surprise, her
mother just got to her feet and stalked out of the room.

A few moments later she returned with three chambray shirts in
her hand.  "Just spend all day doing nothing and looking
beautiful, I think you said?  Well, bitch, just look at these!"

Sally did and found that all three were work shirts and all were
utterly filthy.  Two of them stank of urine and excrement -- the
two smaller ones.

"The large one is Jack's -- Mr. Taylor's.  One of the others is
Andy's and the other is Kelly's.  Since they are the same size, I
don't know which is which.  But does it matter?  Do these shirts
look like they were worn by women who just sit around and look
beautiful? _Do they?"_ Ellie demanded.

"A word of explanation: Why, you wonder, do they smell of urine
and shit?  Because the first thing Andy and Kelly do each day is
clean out the portable latrines!  They both work on construction
sites all around town.  You see, the woman who just sits around
and looks beautiful is a senior vice president of the largest
construction company in the country -- and, with Jack, owns
nearly 50 percent of it!  Kelly works there, too.  What do they
do?  She and Kelly perform the very lousiest, dirtiest jobs on
any project -- regardless of what they might be.  And the dirtier
a job is, the better Andy likes it!"

"You... you... you can't be serious," Sally stammered.  But even
as she said the words, the evidence of her eyes and nose was
inescapable.  The two shirts were still wet from sweat and they
stank.  The girl just looked crestfallen as her mother rose from
the sofa and left the room with the filthy shirts in her hand.

Before Ellie returned, her father entered the room.  She looked
up and gasped in utter amazement.  Suddenly some of her mother's
comments about lovemaking made sense.  She realized that her
father looked better than she had ever seen him.  Although he had
been career Army with most of his time spent in Rangers, even
then he had not appeared to be in as good shape as he seemed to
be now.  Moreover, to look at him, he looked to be only about
twenty-five years old!  Even more remarkably, he was wearing a
dinner jacket.

Jumping to her feet, she ran into his arms and hugged him.  When
he kissed her, his kiss was -- incredibly -- just like her
mother's: overflowing with pure love and joy.  "Dad," she said
softly, "you have never looked this good in your entire life!"

"And I've never felt this good, either," he replied.  Then
holding her by her shoulders, he looked into her eyes and said,
"Sally, there's something you should know.  Your mother and I are
again trying to have children."

The reason Ellie and Sam had been so happy to adopt Sally when
she was just a little girl was that they had never had children
of their own.  Then he grinned and asked, "What do you think of
your mother?  Isn't she utterly incredible?  And that's what I
have in my arms every single night!  And passion?  You would not
believe it!  Never in our entire lives together has our
lovemaking been as good as it is now."  Then he smiled and said,
"And that's all due to Andy and Jack Taylor, of course."

Hearing his last comment, Sally just sank back onto the sofa
while her father sat down beside her.  Before she could say a
word, though, her mother returned to the room and in just a few
words told Sam what Sally had said to Andy.  Her father's
reaction was to look as if someone had slapped him across the
face.  When he recovered enough to speak and looked at Sally, the
girl was shocked... and scared.  Never had she seen his eyes so
cold.

"Girl," he said softly, but with menace in his voice, "if you
were not my own daughter, I would think seriously about killing
you right now.  With the exception of Andy's sister, Kathy, and
her brother-in-law, Ken Carlson, I love these people more than
anyone else alive -- except for your mother, of course.

"Your mother told you about our salary here, and told you how we
have to fight to be able to do _anything at all for the Taylors._
 My God!  It's as if we are permanent guests.  We pay for
absolutely nothing.  The salary -- and my monthly pension check
-- just goes straight to the bank.  And if it weren't for the
fact that Andy invests our money for us, too, it would all still
be there, too."

He had regained some control by this time and the fearsome
coldness had left his eyes as he continued, "That might be a good
illustration.  What your mother and I knew about investing --
please note the past tense -- would have rattled on the head of a
pin.  Well, anyway, Andy sat us down one night with Jack,
carefully reviewed our entire financial position and then worked
out with us what our investment objectives should be.  Then she
began to invest the money for us.

"Now?  Now once a month she sits down with us and reviews
portfolio changes she has made and our investment results. 
Results?  Andy has a running competition with Ali Clifford --
_the richest woman in the world!_ -- on investment results.

"Those two women are funny, though.  First, they look enough
alike to be twins except that Ali wears her hair longer.  But
both have the most beautiful golden hair and the bluest eyes in
the world.  Their bodies?  Well, you saw Andy's, and Ali's is a
duplicate.  Honest, it really is.

"Do you know what those women did the last time Ali was out here?
 It was a big party with people all over the apartment.  Well,
these two women were admiring each other's dresses.  Then, after
exchanging winks, they just stripped -- all they were wearing
beneath were bikinis -- and swapped dresses.  And each dress fit
the other woman perfectly.  The fact that there were guests --
both male and female -- all around them, didn't bother either of
them a bit.

"Then, do you know what Andy said?  She said, 'Ali, you're
hired!'  Ali bit and asked, 'Hired as what?'  'As my clothing
warmer, silly!' Andy replied with a big grin.  'This dress feels
wonderful -- and I didn't even have to stand here shivering until
my body heat warmed up the silk!'

"But I digressed," Sam continued.  "I was talking about
investment performance.  Actually, Andy outperforms Ali but the
two fight about it -- or pretend to.  The fact is that both of
them have a great deal of money in companies that are not public
-- PHA Construction, for example.  As a result they can -- and do
-- fight endlessly over who is doing a better job.  For us?  In
only three months, Andy has already increased our portfolio value
by 30 percent!"

As they continued to talk about the Taylors, Sally was feeling
worse and worse.  Finally, about an hour after Andy had left the
room, she returned on Jack's arm.  He, like Sam, was wearing a
dinner jacket.  Sarah was almost certain that Andy had told him
what she had said to her, but only because he didn't kiss her. 
Instead he just shook her hand warmly.  At that point Ellie
suggested very quietly that she should get settled in her room
before cocktails.

When her mother led her to her room, the girl was again
astounded.  She found that she had a private suite of rooms with
a sitting room, bedroom and a palatial bath like her parents'. 
Moreover, both the bedroom and bath opened out directly on the
terrace overlooking the swimming pool.  Ellie withdrew after
telling the girl to wear her best cocktail dress -- or whatever
passed for one in Washington.

Actually, Sally was embarrassed because she really did not have
one.  Again, it was a reflection of the feminist influence.  A
cocktail dress would be much too revealing and hence by
definition sexist.  The girl took a shower, got dressed in
another man-tailored suit, and returned to the library.

When she did, she found everyone else present and waiting for
her.  She thought her father looked marvelous in his dinner
jacket -- she had not known he even owned one -- while the women
were all wearing spectacular cocktail dresses.  Looking at the
dresses, Sarah realized that, with the revealing way in which
they were cut, they could be worn only by women with utterly
perfect figures.  The dresses would only emphasize any bodily
defects -- in stark contrast to the more common situation in
which the dress was designed to conceal them.

When she asked her mother where the dresses came from, she
received another shock when she learned that they came from
Bergdorf Goodman, but furthermore, she learned that Nita Taylor
was Anita Lucas, senior vice president and fashion director of
the store.  Then she remembered seeing Nita's picture in fashion
magazines and newspapers, always carrying the identification that
Anita Lucas was the nation's foremost authority on women's
fashions.  She was stunned when her mother whispered that Nita
was only twenty-three years old.

Sally was in a state of near-shock.  When she found herself alone
with her mother, she asked about the tea sandwiches, commenting
that she knew Ellie could not have made them.  "Of course I
couldn't," Ellie replied.  "At least, not yet.  Andy made them
herself."

"But you said she was working all day..."  Sarah replied with her
voice trailing off.

"She made them in about ten minutes before you got here," her
mother replied.

Then she just shook her head and said, "Girl, I am really
beginning to wonder what your father and I spent our money on. 
It seems that sending you to law school was the dumbest thing we
could have done.  Did you learn anything useful?  Anything at
all?"

Sarah was going to reply but she thought better of it and said
nothing.  While they sat and had their cocktails, Sally noticed
something else:  Everyone, other than her parents, addressed her
as Miss Duncan.  For that matter, even her parents were now
calling her Sarah.  And yet they were all being impeccably
polite.  Although she was initially miffed, Sarah was honest
enough with herself to admit that, had the roles been reversed --
had someone said to her what she had said to Mrs. Taylor -- she
would have refused to speak to them at all, and if she had to
communicate, her disdain would have been apparent.

Moreover, she reluctantly admitted to herself, had the roles
truly been reversed, she would have ordered Andy out of her home.
 Instead of doing that Andy just reverted to formality and
politeness.

When dinner was announced, Sarah found herself seated at Jack
Taylor's right, with her mother sitting to her right.  To her
surprise, Nita and Kelly did the serving while her mother and
father remained seated at the table.

When she whispered a question about it to her mother, rather than
responding in a whisper, Ellie spoke up loudly enough for all of
the others to hear.  "Thank you for asking why I am not serving
the dinner, Sarah," she replied while pretending to glare at
Andy.  "The fact is that Andy threatened to tie me to my chair if
I did not promise to remain seated throughout the dinner.  And
she is incredibly strong and could do it, too. _That's_ why I'm
sitting here.  She made me promise."

Then turning back to her daughter she said, "And, by the way, the
dinner was completely prepared by Andy.  As you will find out,
she is at least the best chef on the east coast, and one of the
two best in the country.  The only other person who is in her
league is her sister in California, Kathy Carlson.  And when I
say that, I am in no way limiting myself to amateurs.  She is, by
a wide margin, superior to any professional chef in New York...
or Washington."

The formal dinner was a revelation to Sarah.  Not only was the
food the very finest she had ever eaten -- it certainly did live
up to her mother's notices -- the wines were marvelous, too.  But
the most remarkable element was the dinner-table conversation. 
It was the widest-ranging conversation she had ever witnessed. 
Moreover, all she could do was to sit and listen.

Several times she was about to make a remark when someone else
would speak, cutting off her intended comment.  Each time the
other person said something that was 180 degrees away from what
Sarah was about to say.  However, the other person then supported
her position with a series of facts and citations, while Sarah
would have been merely making assertions, all of which would have
come from _The Washington Post._

Suddenly Sarah realized the extent to which she and her
Washington friends had next to no knowledge of what was going on
in the country or in the world.  All they did was mouth the
current inside-the-Beltway dogma which, like all dogma, they
accepted in full without supporting evidence of any kind.

As they were waiting for dessert, she asked Kelly where she had
graduated from college, commenting that she seemed to be very
young to have completed her education.  Kelly, in the process of
serving dessert at the time, stopped and began to laugh merrily.
When she did, Sarah realized it was the most beautifully musical
laughter she had ever heard.  Kelly just said she had not
graduated and continued serving.

Returning to her seat after everyone had been served, Kelly
turned to Andy and said, "Mom, wasn't that the funniest thing you
ever heard? _Me...?_ Graduating from college!?"

Before Andy could respond, Ellie did.  "Kelly Taylor, all Sarah
is doing is confirming what the rest of us have been telling you
and your sister for weeks!  You and Nita -- and your mother, of
course -- are among the most intelligent, best-read, and
best-informed women in the country.  Now would you please, just
for once, try to accept it?  Or at least seriously try to
consider it?"  Then to Sally she said, "Kelly graduated from high
school, as did Nita.  Andy claims to be a high-school dropout."

_"Claims to be?"_ Andy exclaimed.  "What is this 'claims to be'
garbage?  I dropped out midway through my junior year.  Since I
went to about six different schools in my high-school years
alone, you could easily discount those four or five semesters,
too.  'Claims to be', indeed!"

Sarah was utterly stunned.  "But... but that's impossible!  You
couldn't possibly know all you know without having gone..."

"Why couldn't I, Miss Duncan?" Andy asked innocently.  "There are
all sorts of books and periodicals.  Museums, concerts...  Why
couldn't I know?"

Sarah just shook her head, utterly baffled.  After dinner, she
begged off a Bridge game so her parents played against the
Taylors.  Although Sarah had taken up Bridge in college and
played a great deal in law school, she was surprised to learn
that her parents played at all.  Meanwhile, Nita left on a date
with her fiance, Bill Johnson, so at Ellie's insistence, Kelly
showed her the scrapbook she had made for her mother.

The changes the girl had made in herself in just three months
were utterly unbelievable.  When Sarah finished and was in a
state of shock, Ellie said, "Sarah, I suppose you have guessed by
now that Kelly and Nita are the Taylors' adopted daughters -- not
that they could love them any more if they were their own. 
Although Andy will deny it, everything that Kelly accomplished
was a tribute to her mother.

Do you know what the height of Kelly's ambition is?"  When Sarah
just slowly shook her head, Ellie continued, "It is to donate her
beating heart to her mother to save her life.  Can you believe
it?  It's true."

After going through the scrapbook, Kelly and Sarah pulled up
chairs to kibitz the Bridge game.  As she watched, Sarah realized
that the smartest thing she had done that evening was to stay out
of it.  Although she had not even known her parents played the
game, they were playing brilliantly and the caliber of play was
at the Masters' level.  Finally, they concluded a rubber and Andy
asked about refreshments.

This time Ellie said, "Enough is enough!  Damn it, Andy Taylor,
this is something I am going to do."

Andy was going to argue but instead just shrugged and sat down
again.  A few minutes later Ellie reappeared with a piping hot
pizza fresh from the oven.  What caused Sarah's mouth to drop,
though, was the fact that her mother had stripped off all of her
clothes and was now naked.  Suddenly Sarah realized that her
mother looked far younger than she did herself -- and that was
while wearing no clothes at all.  Her mother didn't look to be
older than twenty-one!  She was utterly perfect.  Now Sarah
really knew what her father had been talking about.

Ellie leaned over the table while she was standing next to Sarah
so the girl took the opportunity lightly to touch her mother's
tit.  "If you want to squeeze it, Sarah, squeeze it!" Ellie
ordered softly.  "Your father does it all the time."

When Sarah did what her mother suggested, she was amazed to find
how firm her tit really was -- it was far firmer than her own.

The surprises for the evening were not yet over.  When she had a
bite of pizza, she found it to be the finest she had ever tasted.
 When she said as much, her mother merely said quietly, "It
should be.  Andy made it from scratch earlier this evening."

When she kissed her parents goodnight and went off to her room,
Sarah was in a state of shock.  Never in her life had so many of
her preconceptions been shattered so fast.  Still, though, she
could not figure out the role Andy Taylor played.  The woman had
become an enigma to Sally.  She could not reconcile her social
graces with her undeniable cooking ability, let alone with her
sweat-stained and stinking work shirt.

* * *

Perhaps it was the strange bed -- the most comfortable bed she
had ever slept in, Sarah realized -- or perhaps the fact that
strange thoughts were still racing around in her brain, but she
was awakened by a strange noise a little before six o'clock on
Saturday morning.  Listening carefully, the sound appeared to be
coming from the deck outside her window.  Quickly she got out of
bed, slipped on her robe and opened the sliding door.  Quietly,
she padded barefooted out to the pool which, she discovered, was
the source of the sound.  There she found Kelly Taylor swimming
up and down the pool.

Again Sarah was astonished.  Kelly was moving with the speed and
grace of a porpoise, and, she realized, with the same
tirelessness.  Finally after more laps than Sarah could even
count, let alone think about swimming herself, Kelly pulled
herself out of the pool.  When she did, Sarah realized the girl's
body was utterly magnificent.  She had a golden all-over tan and
the most perfect complexion Sarah had ever seen.  Moreover, her
figure was utter perfection.  The only odd element was the fact
that her pubic area was completely bare.  The only hair the girl
had was the lovely gamine cap of dark wavy hair on her head.

Seeing Sarah standing there watching her, Kelly said, "I'm
terribly sorry, Miss Duncan.  I tried to be quiet, but it appears
that I awakened you.  Will you please accept my apology?"

Trying to make amends, Sarah replied, "Of course I will -- if you
call me Sally.  Why do you call me 'Miss Duncan' all the time,
anyway?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Duncan, but I cannot use your given name.  I
only address friends by their first names," Kelly said simply.

"But... but... but you call my mother, Ellie, and she's much
older than I am."  Sarah stopped herself and then said, "But of
course!  She's a servant, so..."

Kelly just slowly shook her head while poorly hiding an
expression of utter contempt.  "Is it something in the water down
there in Washington?" she asked.  "I guess drinking the Potomac
River must get to you.  Miss Duncan, you win the prize!  In fact,
you are about to retire the trophy from competition.  Never in my
life have I met a person who is so wrong, so often, about so many
things!  Last night at dinner, for example, it was all your
parents and ourselves could do to keep you from sounding like a
complete fool!

"Why do you think you were so constantly cut off in the
conversation?  It was obvious to us all that what you were about
to say would brand you an ignorant fool!"  Sarah's eyes widened
as she realized what had actually happened the night before. 
"But to your comment:  Ellie Duncan _is not_ a servant!  She is a
very close and dear friend who happens to have one of the
sweetest cunts in the world..."

"The _what?"_ Sarah exclaimed.  "Did you say what I think you
said?  'One of the sweetest cunts'?  However could you know?"

"Because Nita and I just love to drink at her source," Kelly
replied casually.  "We do it all the time -- in spite of her
complaints.  Actually, she just pretends to complain.  She
admitted one day that she really loves it, claiming that we are
almost as good as having Sam eat her.  We do it because her
juices are nearly as sweet, and her cunt is almost as pure and
luscious as my mother's.  And believe me when I say that, from me
that is the highest possible praise I am capable of giving
anyone."

Then she just shook her head and asked, "Whatever happened to
you, anyway, Miss Duncan?  I can scarcely believe you are related
to Ellie and Sam, let alone believe you could be theirdaughter."

Sarah gave up on the subject and then asked Kelly why she was up
so early on a Saturday morning.  She learned that Kelly was going
to work -- one of the PHA crews was working overtime and her
fiance, Kevin, would be working, too -- so Sarah asked if she
could come along with her.

Kelly was about to refuse, but then remembered that Sarah was a
guest in their home.  So in spite of her obvious reluctance, she
agreed.  But then she said, "Miss Duncan, I will be working at a
construction site.  To say the very least, it is not a very clean
or tidy place.  Do you have blue jeans you can wear?  Did you
bring any old clothes with you?  I'm afraid clothing such as you
were wearing yesterday would take a severe beating."

Sarah replied that she would be fine.  Then she raced back to her
room.  There she brushed her teeth and then luxuriated in the
remarkable shower in her bathroom.  In spite of what Kelly had
said, she put on one of the business suits she customarily wore
to work.  The fact was that she now owned no casual clothing. 
Again, the problem was the feminists: Any casual clothing would
reveal her figure far more than they ever consideredappropriate.

When she went out to the kitchen, she received another surprise:
The kitchen table was beautifully set for breakfast for two,
complete with a little bowl of freshly-cut flowers, and Kelly was
at the range, cooking.  A glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice
was sitting at her place and Sarah drank it.  Looking around the
kitchen, Sarah asked where her mother was.

"In bed, snuggled close to your dad, I guess," Kelly replied
casually.  Glancing at her watch she added, "It's much too early
for him to be fucking her ass off."

Sarah initially recoiled from Kelly's reply but immediately
realized it was nothing but the truth.  She persisted, though. 
"But she is the cook and maid.  Why isn't she out here cooking?"

Exasperated, Kelly just shook her head and replied, "Because I'm
the one who has to go to work, not her.  Why on earth would any
woman in her right mind leave a warm, snugly bed, where she's
cradled in the arms of the man she adores to get up and cook? 
Besides, I think you'll find my cooking to be adequate."

Moments later, Kelly placed a plate in front of her with crisp
bacon and the most beautiful fine-herb omelette Sarah had ever
seen, accompanied by hash-brown potatoes.  When she set it before
her, Kelly commented that the work on the site was very physical
so she needed the energy.  She suggested to Sarah that she only
eat what she wanted.  A few moments later, Kelly sat down beside
her with her own plate.

After taking a bite of the eggs, Sarah just closed her eyes to
savor the incredible taste sensation.  "My God!" she exclaimed. 
"This is the most perfect omelette I have ever eaten.  Kelly, you
are a marvelous cook."

"Thank you, Miss Duncan," Kelly replied.  "But it's not nearly as
good as one of Mom's.  But since we have to get rolling, I'm
afraid you had to take pot luck this morning."

Sarah didn't know what to think about the girl's comment.  One
thing was certainly true:  Andy Taylor was a truly spectacular
cook -- but so was Kelly.

When they finished their breakfast -- Sarah had eaten everything
on her plate -- Kelly cleaned off the table, washed the pots and
pans and put the dishes in the dishwasher.  Moreover, as she
moved at the sink so briskly, it was obvious that cleaning pots
and pans was something that Kelly did regularly.  She wasn't just
showing off for Sally. _And this, in spite of the fact that she's
going to work and there are two servants in the apartment who
could easily clean up after she left,_ Sally thought.

Then Kelly led the way to the door, grabbing a jacket for herself
on the way out, and holding Sarah's coat for her.  "I hope we
don't have a problem with your clothing," Kelly said as they rode
down in the elevator.  "We're taking a truck to work and I'm
afraid its cab is none too clean."

At the lobby they changed elevators and took one down to the
garage beneath the building.  Sarah found a yellow and green
half-ton pickup truck incongruously parked beside a green
Rolls-Royce limousine.

"I guess they do look a little odd parked side by side, don't
they?" Kelly commented after seeing the expression on Sarah's
face.

In spite of the truck's beat-up appearance, it started up
instantly and ran smoothly.  While they were driving to the job,
Kelly told Sarah about Kimberly Duffy and her incredible ability
with things mechanical.  "For some reason," Kelly concluded,
"Kimmie just loves this truck.  So now it's probably the most
mechanically perfect, best-running pickup truck in the country."

As they neared the job site, Kelly said, "Miss Duncan, I think it
would be better if no one on the crew knew the relationship
between us.  How would it be if I introduced you as a reporter
for _The New York Times?_  It's about as liberal as _The
Washington Post,_ so you shouldn't have any trouble.  With that
as identification -- I'm sure no one will think to ask for a
press pass -- you will be free to talk to any one and to ask any
questions you might want."

Sarah instantly agreed to Kelly's suggestion.

After parking the pickup in the corner of the job site, Kelly got
out of the cab to be greeted by a tall dark-haired man who took
her in his arms and proceeded to kiss her soundly.  Watching the
couple, Sarah Duncan realized she could almost see the
electricity and passion flow between the young couple's lips.  It
was the most amazing and most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
_My God!_  she thought. _Those two are overflowing with love._

When they reluctantly parted, Kelly brought Kevin Fitzpatrick
over and introduced him to Sally.  When she did, she mentioned,
with a quick wink, that Sally was a reporter with the _Times._ 
Since Kevin knew she was Sam and Ellie's daughter, he realized
that the identification with the _Times_ was the party line for
public consumption.

As she shook his hand -- Sally realized that she had
unconsciously returned to her formerly firm grip -- she noticed
how handsome Kevin was.  He was six feet three with dark hair and
brilliant blue eyes like Kelly's.

To Kelly he said, "Darling, the crew learned you were coming in.
Since it's going to be so nice today, they're putting up two
dollars a man per hour if you'll work nude.  The crew numbers
about a hundred this morning."

Although it was only mid-April, the day was bright and sunny and
the forecast called for temperatures reaching eighty degrees. 
Kelly just cutely stuck out the tip of her tongue and returned to
the pickup.

When she left him, Kevin called to a very big black man who came
running over.  As he approached, Sally thought he, too, moved
like a trained athlete.

"Miss Duncan," Kevin said, "I would like you to meet David
Wilson, the assistant superintendent on the project.  Since I'm
going to be running all around this morning, I'm going to ask him
to keep you company."

Turning to Wilson he said, "Dave, Miss Duncan is a reporter for
_The New York Times._  I have no idea what the _Times_ could find
interesting about us, but answer her questions and try to keep
anything big from dropping on her head."

Wilson extended his hand and Sally looked at him closely for the
first time.  When she did, she could feel her heart flip.  He was
also about six feet three, appeared to weigh well over 200 pounds
and had the most handsome face and the warmest brown eyes she had
ever seen.

Kevin moved off, and as he did Sally saw Kelly again and her jaw
dropped.  The girl was stark naked!  Moreover, she seemed
completely unconcerned about her nudity, even sticking out her
tongue at a group of men who whistled at her.  When she did, they
all laughed.  Suddenly Sally realized that the laughter was not
lewd or obscene at all.  Rather, it just displayed good humor. 
Obviously, Kelly was highly regarded by the crew.  But she was
utterly dumbfounded as she watched the elegant young socialite
padding around the construction site naked.

When Sally looked amazed, Wilson took her over to a mobile
canteen truck -- the roach coach, he called it -- bought her a
cup of coffee, and explained that it was a fund-raiser.  When she
raised her eyebrows in surprise, he explained that from time to
time PHA Construction would have charity fund-raisers -- the
United Way, for example.  "Today," he explained, "Kelly will
raise about $800 for the current charity."  When she asked, she
was again amazed to learn that the current charity was the United
Negro College Fund.

"But I don't understand," she protested.  "Why doesn't she just
write a check.  She's loaded, I'm sure.  As the daughter of Jack
and Andrea Taylor..."

Her voice tailed off and she stopped when she saw Dave Wilson
just sadly shaking his head.  "Well," he said, "I guess I have to
give the _Times_ points for consistency, at least.  You people
are _always_ wrong.  Write a check, I think you said?  Let me
tell you something, Miss Duncan: Why do you think our
fund-raising is so successful?  It's because we work on a
_four-for-one_ matching program!  Let's take the $800 from this
morning, for example.  Kelly -- _and_ Anita _and_ Andy _and_ Jack
-- will _each_ match it with their own money.

"So you see, Miss Duncan, working on the job naked will _cost_
Kelly $800 of her own money.  Why do you think she stuck out her
tongue?  What this means is that just what Kelly is doing today
will add $4,000 to the company contribution!"

Sally's jaw dropped when she learned that two days earlier Andy
had worked naked for the entire day with the full 1,500-man crew
for $3 an hour.  "That was $180,000 _in one day!"_ he exclaimed.
"Incidentally, the annual dinner-dance of the United Negro
College Fund is being held tonight at the Waldorf-Astoria.  Would
you like to come with me as my guest?"

Sally was surprised but astonishingly overjoyed at the
invitation.  To her amazement, her heart had flipped at David's
invitation.  When she quickly accepted, he added, "There's one
thing, though.  If one word of what happens tonight appears in
your paper, I will be after your head!"

He went on to tell her that the Taylors were being honored by the
Fund for their incredible generosity.  However, the only way they
would agree to accept was on the condition that there would be no
mention of it in the press.  Ordinarily, press releases were
widely distributed, announcing the recipient of the annual award
so that the donors could bask in the public praise.  "But not the
Taylors," Wilson concluded. _"Never_ the Taylors!  I have never
seen a kinder, more generous family in my life, yet one which
avoids any mention -- let alone recognition -- for all that they
do.  The family is really one of a kind."

Once again, Sally was feeling lower than a snake.

As they toured the job site, Sally was impressed.  She could
almost literally see the giant structure -- a new office tower --
rising before her eyes.  Wilson told her that the crew was about
half the size of a normal crew on a project of its size, but at
the same time its productivity was about double that of an
ordinary one.  Sally realized that there was not a soul standing
around.  Everyone was working hard and apparently working very
efficiently.

When she asked David about it, he took off his hard-hat and held
it in his hand.  Like the pickup truck, it was painted yellow
with the PHA logo in green.  While it looked almost brand-new,
Sally assumed it was a function of the fact that he was a
manager.  When she said that to him, he shook his head sadly,
chuckled, and told her to look at the other men and women on the
site.  When she did, she noticed that their hardhats all looked
brand-new, too.

Then he told her that the reason was that the PHA hard-hat was
the greatest status symbol in the entire construction industry. 
"If you wear one of these," he said, "You are _good!_ -- you're
one of the very best in the business.  The people all know it,
too.  That's why they all polish theirs at least once a week. 
But you'll see the difference later, I guess," he added.

She did not press the issue nor ask for an explanation of his
last comment.

The first thing Sally saw Kelly do was to clean out the portable
latrines.  When Kelly started work, out of curiosity, Sally went
to the last in the line and opened the door.  It stank!  When she
recoiled, David Wilson told her that, since it was the last in
the row, it was the least-used and hence probably the cleanest of
them all.  At his insistence, she then opened the door of the
first latrine which Kelly had just finished cleaning.  The small
facility was utterly spotless and the only odor was a faint one
of disinfectant.  When she let the door close, Wilson said
nothing.  He just looked at her.

Although Sally knew nothing about heavy construction, as she
toured the site it seemed that every element of the construction
looked so neat and finished.  Wilson explained that if the basic
framework was straight and solid, it made the rest of the
construction easier since everything fit exactly the way it was
designed to.

Periodically during the morning, Sally would catch a glimpse of
Kelly somewhere on the site, inevitably doing something that was
physically demanding, dirty, or both.  When the noon whistle
blew, Kelly asked Sally for help.  The girl held a hose while
Kelly took a shower in the still-ice-cold water and then dressed
again in her Levi's and work shirt, saying, with a cute little
grin, that her clothes would still be clean, for a change, when
she got home.  When she went off to look for Kevin, Sally
rejoined Wilson.

He invited her to join him for lunch at a nearby tavern.  As they
walked the short distance, he asked her about the evening. 
Thinking fast, she made arrangements to meet him in the lobby of
the Waldorf at six.  Obviously she did not want to tell him that
she was staying with the Taylors.

Entering the tavern, there were already some men from the
construction crew standing at the bar.  Instantly, they began to
tease Dave, asking him if he had learned how to hit a softball
yet.  Wilson grinned at what was obviously good-natured teasing
and escorted Sally to a corner booth.  As the morning had
progressed, Sally had become increasingly sensitive to her
atrocious physical appearance.  The more she got to know Wilson,
the better she liked him, and the worse she felt about herself. 
When they were seated in the booth and Dave returned from the bar
with two beers -- he had not asked her what she wanted -- she
asked him about the teasing.

Grinning sheepishly, he said, "It goes back to the softball game
we played at the company picnic two weeks ago.  They were kidding
me because I was up at the plate four times and struck out
swinging every time."  Then he went on to explain that the game
had been between the company team, which had won the city
commercial softball league championship the previous summer, and
the Taylors.

"The Taylors?" Sally interjected incredulously.  "How many of
them are there?  I didn't think the family was very big.  How
could the family possibly field a team?"

"That's part of the reason for the teasing," Wilson explained
with a chuckle.  "There were only the four of them: Andy, Nita,
Kelly, and Jack.  Andy and Jack alternated pitching and catching,
while Nita played the infield, and Kelly played the outfield.  It
was awful!  They utterly destroyed us.  Jack is an incredibly
powerful pitcher with a ball that comes in so fast the only way
you can hit it is to swing on his windup.  If you wait for him to
release his pitch, there's no way in hell you can get the bat
around before the ball has crossed the plate.  On the other hand,
he has a great change-up, too.  So after looking at a couple of
fast-balls, you swing on his windup but get a change-up, instead.
 There you are, flat on your face, as the ball comes slowly over
the plate.

"Then there's Andy!  She doesn't quite have Jack's speed, but
she's got everything else.  And I mean everything!  I have never
heard of a pitcher with a bigger collection of pitches and speeds
than she can throw.  Moreover, she can put every single one
within an inch of where she wants it, every time.  Would you
believe, when the game was over, I challenged her with an empty
coffee can?  It's just a tiny bit bigger in diameter than a
softball.  She put ten straight pitches -- all sorts, including
curves and sliders -- into the damned can!  Anyway, between the
two of them they utterly destroyed us."

With a now-broad grin he added, "Kelly was the very worst,
though.  All four of them are super hitters.  I have never seen
four people with quicker reflexes or greater power in my life! 
Anyway, the bases were loaded and Kelly was at the plate.  Jack
was on third.  Knowing how hard she can hit the ball, everyone
was playing deep.  Unfortunately, I was catching.  I say
'unfortunately' because I ended up feeling like the original
horse's ass!  I guess I should have suspected something, though,"
he said thoughtfully.

"You see, on the first pitch that came over the plate, Kelly
swung for the fences and missed it by a mile.  The reason I said
what I said was it was the first pitch _any of them_ had swung on
and missed.  At any rate, seeing her hard swing, the guys moved
back a little deeper.  Can you guess what she did then?"

All Sally could do was slowly to shake her head.  The fact was
that, although she had played a lot of softball in her youth, she
knew very little about the fine points of the game, so she had no
idea what Kelly might have done.

Now William's grin was very broad.  Clearly he was very amused as
he recalled the game.  "Our pitcher lets one go and suddenly I
see Jack Taylor breaking for the plate.  At the same time, Nita
and Andy break for their next base.  My jaw drops and just then
Kelly sticks out her bat and lays down an absolutely perfect bunt
towards first base.  Both the pitcher and I were just standing
there flatfooted.  Everyone was safe and Jack didn't even have to
slide when he came in to score."

He grimaced and added, "Of course, Jack kills the first pitch he
sees, powers it out to left-center -- the damned thing is
probably _still_ going -- for a grand-slam home run!"

Wilson just shook his head in amusement and continued, "I asked
Kelly about it after the game.  I asked her why she didn't just
swing away."  Again he shook his head and murmured, "God, I love
that girl!"  Then in his normal voice he said, "She looked at me
with her eyes as wide as saucers and said, 'But Dave, Dad's the
cleanup hitter; I'm not.  You didn't want him to get mad at me,
did you?'  Then, with the cutest little grin, she added, 'Daddy
just _loves_ to hit grand slams!'"

"What was the final score?" Sally asked.

This time Wilson laughed merrily, "An awful lot to nothing!  Do
you know why they did it, by the way?"  Again Sally just shook
her head.  "It was to keep us from getting swelled heads because
of our championship last year.  It was the Taylor's way of
suggesting that the team should do a little more practicing on
the field, and a little less here at the bar."

While they had been talking, Kelly and Kevin had also arrived and
were sitting at a table.  A few minutes later a handsome black
couple entered the tavern with a small girl who appeared to be
about four years old.  When the girl saw Kelly, she shrieked, ran
over to her and threw herself into Kelly's arms.  The little girl
wrapped her arms around Kelly's neck and proceeded to kiss her
with all of the love she possessed.

"My God!  What's this?  What's happening?" Sally exclaimed.

"She is thanking the woman who saved her life," Wilson replied
softly.  "That little girl is Susan White.  The poor thing was
born with deformed legs.  Anyway, awhile ago her father, Jim, was
injured in an auto accident.  Then her mother was stricken with
appendicitis.  Her appendix ruptured, in fact; she almost died
when peritonitis set in.  At any rate, with both parents in the
hospital, the Taylors stepped in -- as usual.

"Anyway, Kelly was staying with Susan when the poor kid came down
with a terrible fever.  The doctors didn't have the first clue
what it was or what was causing it.  So do you know what
happened?"  Sally just slowly shook her head.  "For seventy-two
hours straight, Kelly didn't sleep.  When the fever was raging,
she just kept wiping Susan's forehead with cold cloths.  When the
fever turned to chills, she just hugged the little girl to her
bare body and warmed her between her tits.  And, of course, since
the doctors had no idea what was causing the fever, whatever it
was might have been highly contagious.

"Do you think that would slow down Kelly Taylor?  Hah!  All she
knew was that a small child desperately needed care, so she
provided it.  Susan told us how, when the fever finally broke,
she just slept in Kelly's arms for almost twenty more hours.  She
finally awakened and said she felt that she was in heaven: She
was being held so tightly by a woman with a perfect body that
smelled so sweet and made her feel so warm and snugly."

Wilson looked deeply into Sally's eyes.  It was as if he were
desperately trying to make her understand something.  He
continued, "Of course, the fact that Susan is black has
absolutely nothing to do with nothing.  Never has there been a
family as genuinely good as the Taylors.  Their love just floods
out any place they happen to be."

Continuing, he said, "The final chapter played out right here
last week.  Susan came hobbling in on her crutches and went up to
thank Kelly again.  Kelly asked her if she would like some help
so that maybe she could walk like the other little girls.  When
Susan just eagerly nodded, Kelly explained that they would pray
to God together.  She knelt down on the floor and held Susan's
hands in both of hers.  I was standing at the bar, watching. 
Although I couldn't hear what she said, it was obvious that Kelly
was praying for Susan.

"Suddenly, there was a golden glow over both of them.  It started
to shimmer and then got brighter and brighter, lighting up this
tavern as if it were sunlight.  Then there was an explosion and
the gold sprayed all over everything, then dissipated.  When it
started, Kelly had grabbed Susan and was hugging her tightly to
her breast.  Whatever it was knocked them both out, but when they
revived -- neither of them were hurt -- Susan was fine!  She was
exactly the way you see her now."

Just then the little girl spoke up loudly enough to be heard by
all of the tavern patrons.  Since they all knew the story, as
soon as she raised her voice, the rest of the people became quiet
and just listened.  "Last week," the little girl said, "my mommy
told me what happened to me.  She said that Kelly prayed that God
would restore my legs so I could be like other little girls.  She
says that God must like Kelly an awful lot, because he heard her
prayer and made me well."

The little girl was looking around the room with great
seriousness and continued, "Would you all help me today, please?
I would like us all to kneel down and thank God for what he has
done for me.  Would you help?  Would you join in my prayers? 
Please?"

Without a word being said, everyone in the tavern, including the
bartender, got down on his knees.  David and Sally came out from
their booth and knelt on the floor, too.  The little girl beamed
at them, then got down on her knees before Kelly and Kevin and
held one of their hands tightly in each of hers.

"Dear God," Susan prayed, "thank you so much for restoring the
use of my legs.  I pray that I may grow to be worthy of the great
gift you have given me."  She paused and then continued, "But,
dear God, what I really want you to do is to bless the Taylors! 
They are the finest, kindest, sweetest, most loving people on the
face of the earth.  They are living tributes to Your great
glories.  Dear God, please particularly bless Kelly Taylor. 
Bless her and keep her, guide her and protect her.  Give her the
happiness here on earth with Kevin that she so richly deserves,
and let them be with you forever in Heaven.  Please, God? Amen."

The little group were kneeling and still holding hands. 
Suddenly, it was a repeat of what David had described: a golden
glow came over all three.  It began to pulsate and then grow
brighter until it became brighter than sunlight.  Suddenly there
was an explosion and the golden light covered the entire interior
of the tavern like paint.  Kelly, Kevin and Susan were now all
flat on the floor.

Suddenly, Sally began to weep uncontrollably.  When she did,
David was immediately shocked but just took her into his arms,
held her tight, and let her cry.  When she finally regained
control she whispered, "My God!  I have been such an incredible
fool!  She is _holy!_  She really is."

Then David lowered his head and softly kissed her lips.  To her
amazement, Sally could feel electricity flow between them.  She
wrapped her arms around David's neck, held him tightly, and began
to work her lips on his.  The flow of electricity just grew.  The
couple were still on their knees while they hugged each other
tightly.  With her body molded to his, Sally could feel the
pressure of his cock which was trying to become erect in the
confines of his pants.

Finally, they released their hold on each other and returned to
their booth.  Now Sarah was certain: David Wilson was the man for
her.  While they ate, she asked him about his plans and hopes for
the future.  She learned that he was an engineering graduate of
Grambling College in Louisiana having majored in civil
engineering.  Now he was studying for his MBA in construction
management.

The more they talked, the greater were Sally's mixed feelings. 
On the one hand, she could feel herself falling deeper in love
with this huge, but surprisingly gentle, man by the minute.  On
the other hand, she was feeling badly about not telling him the
truth about herself -- that not only was she not a reporter for
_The New York Times,_ but she didn't even live in New York. 
_Although,_ she thought to herself, _that's about to change very
soon._

She had decided that she could not have been more wrong about the
Taylors, but moreover, based on the dinnertime conversation the
night before, coupled with her wonderful conversation with David,
her beliefs from inside the Beltway were now completely
shattered.

While they were talking, Kelly had come over and asked if she was
ready to leave and if she had obtained all the material she
needed for the story she was writing.

Playing along, Sally rose to her feet, shook Kelly's hand firmly,
and thanked her for all the cooperation.  However, she said she
could handle things alone from there on out.  At the same time,
she signaled with her eyes and was delighted when Kelly picked up
her signal instantly.

After excusing herself, Sally went to the ladies room where Kelly
was waiting for her.  Quickly, she explained that she had a date
with David Wilson for that night and asked if it would disrupt
any plans either the Taylors or her parents had made for her. 
Kelly, knowing that the Duncans desperately wanted to attend the
UNCF dinner dance, said she was certain that no one would mind.

When she finally left David, she went shopping for a suitable
gown to wear that night.  As she looked at gowns, she was utterly
disgusted with the shape of her body and realized that, if she
had any kind of luck at all, after tonight she would never be
able to wear the gown she was about to buy.*Chapter 49*

When David Wilson saw Sarah in the lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria,
he almost didn't recognize her.  Rather than wearing her hair
tied back in the severe bun -- her Washington style -- she had
managed to get an appointment at a beauty salon, had her long
hair cut to shoulder length, and now had a simple hairdo with her
black wavy hair pulled back to frame her face.  It was held in
place with a white ribbon.  Just the simple change in hairdo
seemed to take almost ten years off her apparent age.

Although she was much too heavy, the fact was that Sally had a
beautiful body.  Like her mother at the time she came to work for
the Taylors, had she been naked she would have looked like a
classic Renaissance nude.  Her bone structure and her skin were
perfect and tonight she was carrying herself proudly.  In spite
of her poor self-appraisal, her extra weight was spread evenly
over a magnificent body.

"Sally, you are beautiful!" David exclaimed.  Then, ignoring all
of the people in the lobby, he took her in his arms and kissed
her.

When they eased their lips apart, Sally leaned back against
David's encircling arms and whispered so softly he could scarcely
hear, "My darling, I love you desperately."

Dave was initially shocked at her words but then felt a wonderful
sense of shared love and warmth.  When he asked her if she had
said what he thought she had, she just nodded once quickly and
smiled the warmest, most loving smile David had ever seen.  In
spite of being a very big and handsome man, David Wilson had
never dated very much.  Moreover, he was not really comfortable
around women in spite of the hordes of women who regularly threw
themselves at him at Giants Stadium.

The fact was David Wilson was the star running back of the
professional football New York Giants.  At age twenty-nine, he
was a seven-year pro and had been All-Pro for all seven years,
having gained well over 1,000 yards rushing every year he had
been in the league.  The previous year he had gained over 1,700
yards.  As a running back, he was considered to be one of the
greatest ever to play the game, being thought by many to be even
better than Jim Brown and Walter Payton at their best.

Aside from not mentioning football, though, everything Dave had
told Sally had been true.  He was, in fact, assistant
superintendent on the construction job where he and Sally had
met.  Moreover, he loved construction, loved the Taylors, and
loved his job with PHA Construction.  In fact, he realized, he
was very lucky because he was well on his way to a real career
which he could follow when his football days ended.  However, in
the meantime, he had just been offered a five-year, $35-million
contract with the Giants, which could make him one of the very
highest-paid players in the game.

Entering the Grand Ballroom, they found their table was off to
the side and towards the back of the huge room.  For Sarah's
purpose, the location was perfect.  David joked that if he had
been a bit more generous, they might have had seats towards the
front.  She smiled and told him the table was just fine.

While they talked, Sarah kept watching people come in.  They had
been among the earliest arrivals, so initially Sarah was afraid
of being seen by her parents and the Taylors even in such a large
ballroom.  The room was set up with a head table running across
the end of the room.  Between the head table and the remaining
tables was a large dance floor.  The band -- a marvelous dance
band from Grambling College in Louisiana, organized as a big band
and playing music from that era -- was positioned at the side of
the room with its axis perpendicular to the head table.

When her parents arrived, they were seated at a front-row table
immediately in front of the dais.  By that time the room was
nearly filled, so there was little chance that they would see
Sally.

To her surprise and wonder, David was quietly asking her where
she wanted to live, what her thoughts were about children, and
other personal matters that would affect them if they were
married. _My God!_ she thought. _He seems to care for me too._

Although she was not yet prepared to tell him who she really was,
she did not want to dig a deeper hole for herself, either, by
adding to the falsehoods.  Moreover, she realized that Kelly
Taylor had been right:  It was easy for her to pretend to be from
the _Times_ because its attitudes and those of _The Washington
Post_ were indistinguishable.

So she found herself telling Dave about being so terribly fat
because that was the way professional women were expected to be
in the circles in which she moved.  After apologizing for her
obesity and promising to correct her appearance within sixty
days, she grinned, squeezed his hand, and told him that his story
about the company softball game was so great.

"I used to love to play softball!" she confessed with a grin. 
"Maybe I can play with you next year.  Could I?"

David just grinned back, and nodded.  Then he asked, "Sarah, what
about children?  You're a professional woman and..."

"Oh God, yes!" she interjected.  Then she smiled warmly and
added, "That's another 180 degree turn I made in the last
twenty-four hours.  Honey, hearing little Susan White today...
hearing her love for Kelly and Kelly's love for her...  Good
grief!  Isn't that what it's really all about?  David Wilson, I
would love to be the mother of your children."

Then she squeezed his hand and, with a wonderfully cute little
grin, asked, "Does that mean I'm going to be your concubine?  I
guess the difference between a concubine and a mistress is that a
concubine gives birth to children.  Or...?"

"How about being my wife?" David asked softly.  "Wouldn't that be
easier?  I mean... I guess it is sort of trite and conventional,
but..."  Then he grinned and interjected, "It is sort of
old-fashioned, I admit.  After all, isn't this the era of myriad
relationships?  Two guys, two girls, a lesbian getting pregnant
through artificial insemination..."

Sally just threw her arms around his neck and silenced him with
the most loving and passionate kiss she was capable rendering. 
Ignoring the other people now sitting at their table, Dave picked
her up from her chair as if she was a feather and set her across
his lap.  Then he concentrated on their kiss.

When they finally eased apart, he grinned and asked, "But what's
your answer?  You're a reporter, after all.  You're not supposed
to be restricted to nonverbal communication..."

"The answer isn't yes, darling Dave," she whispered.  He looked
surprised and hurt for a moment until she continued, "It's _hell,
yes!"_  Then she just grinned at him and cuddled as close to him
as she could.

It was only with the greatest reluctance that she got off his lap
and returned to her own chair when the waiters began the meal
service.  While they were eating what proved to be a surprisingly
good dinner, Sarah was introduced to the other couples at the
table.  They were all men who worked for PHA Construction, and
all were black.  All of the other men were married, and Sarah
found she really liked both the men and their wives.

The opinion of all of them was that PHA Construction was the very
finest company a black person could possibly work for.  When
Sarah asked why, the unanimous answer was that the company was
truly color-blind.  Everyone in the company was judged against
the same set of very high standards.  As one man said, "Good work
is good work, whether you're black, white, yellow, or purple with
orange polka-dots.  It's not because I'm black or in spite of
being black.  It's just that I'm doing a really good job."

Sarah also learned that in spite of the company's large size --
total employment in New York was over 5,000 -- it behaved like a
huge family.

One of the wives said, "Sally, if there is a family problem, at
least one of the Taylors will be there.  God only knows how they
know, but _they know!_  They _always_ know.  The Taylor family is
a family of saints.  That's all I can say.  And not only are they
there for us, they are always unobtrusive.  The one way to really
embarrass Andy Taylor is to make a big thing out of thanking her.
 I would rather not tell you the specifics, but Jim and I needed
help one day, and Andy was there instantly to provide it.  Do you
know what I did?  I just went up to her, thanked her, and kissed
her.  Know what happened then?  She took me in her arms, hugged
me, and gave me the most incredible kiss I've ever had in my
life!"  Turning to her husband she said, "I'm sorry, darling, but
it's true.  You've never come close to being able to kiss like
that."

Her husband just grinned and gave her shoulder a squeeze.  It was
obvious to Sarah that he felt the same way his wife did and
wasn't at all bothered by her statement.  The woman continued,
"Her kiss was just loaded with the purest love and joy!  When she
finally released me, I could hardly stand up.  She had to steady
me until I regained my balance.  But I was just flooded with
grace and overflowing with joy.  That woman is just
unbelievable!"

After dessert, the waiters refilled coffee cups, and then it was
time for the speeches.  Wilbur Jones, the president of the United
Negro College Fund, went to the dais.  He announced that UNCF's
man of the year was a woman -- Andrea Pierce Taylor.  Further, he
announced that the Fund had just received the largest corporate
gift in its history, almost $10 million, from PHA Construction. 
All of the people rose to their feet to applaud.

While they were applauding, Andy was speaking to the president. 
Although no one could hear what was being said, whatever it was
came as an incredible shock to him.  Suddenly, he looked
jubilant.  He shook his head as if to clear it, then held up his
hands for quiet.  "Folks," Jones said, "I must apologize.  You
see, while you were applauding, you may have seen some activity
up here.  Andy Taylor was just _doubling_ the PHA gift. _She has
just given me her personal check for nearly $10 million!"_

The man shook his head and added, "What most of you don't know is
how the PHA contribution came to be.  You see, the Taylor family
-- all of them: Andy, Jack, Anita, and Kelly -- individually
matched all of the contributions received from their workers. 
Although I'm not free to talk about it, I happen to know some of
the things Andy, Nita, and Kelly did to help generate the
contributions in the first place.  But the result, you see, is
four-for-one matching: For every dollar a worker gave, the
Taylors added four of their own.  That's how the $10 million came
to be.  Yet in spite of all of that, Andy Taylor has just doubled
it, herself."

He shook his head in utter amazement but then concluded, "Could
we have the warmest possible round of applause for the greatest
friend Negro colleges have ever had?  Could we hear it for the
Taylors and especially for Andy Taylor!?"

This time the applause and cheering was so loud it almost raised
the roof.  At the same time the band began to play, "For (S)he's
a Jolly Good Fellow," and all of the attendees sang the song at
the top of their lungs.

When things began to quiet down a bit, the president again raised
his hands.  As soon as he could be heard again, he said, "Would
Kelly and Anita Taylor please come up here and join us?"

Kelly and Nita rose gracefully from their chairs, went up to the
podium, and stood beside their mother.

Then, with a broad grin, the president continued, "Folks, I'm
going to let you in on a little secret.  Here beside me tonight,
we have Kelly Carmichael Taylor, voted a few months ago New
York's Debutante of the Year.  We also have Anita Lucas Taylor. 
Anita Lucas is Senior Vice President and Fashion Director of
Bergdorf Goodman, here in New York.  She is acknowledged to be
the nation's foremost authority on women's fashions.  And then
there's Andy.  What do these women have in common?"  He grinned
and said, "None of them have graduated college.  In fact, Andy
insists she's a high-school dropout.  Well, I think we can fix
that."

At that moment three lovely young women appeared, each carrying
academic robes.  At the same time the presidents of three of the
UNCF member colleges came up to the podium and stood side by
side.  In just a few minutes each of the Taylor women was awarded
a doctoral degree, _honoris causa:_ Andy and Kelly received
degrees as doctors of letters, while Nita's was a doctor of
humane letters.  Although the women tried to resist, their
protests were summarily overruled.

Finally, Andy went to the podium to speak on behalf of herself
and her daughters.  Turning to the president, she very cutely
stuck out the tip of her tongue causing the audience to howl with
laughter.  "President Jones, thanks a hell of a lot!  I give you
a little money, and this is the thanks I get?  And I thought you
were a friend, too."

She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful and continued, "But
then there's that old adage: 'No good deed goes unpunished.'"

At her crack everyone cracked up, particularly President Jones. 
He laughed so hard he could hardly stand.

Andy continued, "You don't realize how many of my dumb friends
have degrees.  Many have more than one.  But I was unique!  Not
only did I have no degree, I didn't even have a high-school
diploma.  But you had to go and wreck it, didn't you?  Thanks a
lot.  I'm not sure for what, but thanks a hell of a lot!"

With that, she reached out to Jones standing beside her and
proceeded to kiss him with all of her power.  The poor man almost
passed out.  Finally, she released him.

When she did, he just stood shaking his head.  Returning to the
dais he said softly, "Wow!"  Then he shook his head again and
said, "I have just had the most unbelievable experience of my
life!  The kiss that Mrs. Taylor just gave me was so loaded with
the purest love and joy, I could not believe it!  I'm going to be
floating around for the next month, anyway.  I'm sure it will
take at least that long for my feet to touch the ground again."

Then he shook his head and continued, "Now I really believe
everything I've heard about Andy Taylor.  She is not only the
most beautiful woman, but she is also the kindest, sweetest, most
generous person on the face of this earth.  She is a model we
should all try to emulate.

"Tonight at dinner, I had the opportunity to talk with her.  All
too often, when we invite a white philanthropist to our
gathering, we know -- we can feel -- that the person really feels
that he or she is slumming.  With Andy, it's not that way at all.
 Do you know something?  I don't think she even knows I'm black!
Honest.  To her, people are people.  Some are good and others are
not.  They come in assorted sizes and colors, and Andy judges
them one at a time... against the _same_ standard!

"Folks, what more could we possibly want?  Isn't this the
embodiment of Martin Luther King's dream?  Isn't it!?  'Judge a
person by the content of his character, not the color of his
skin.'  Could I have another round of applause for one of the
greatest human beings God, in His wisdom, has ever seen fit to
put on this earth?  Please?"

When the thunderous applause finally died down, the president
said, "We have one more guest this evening.  She is a young lady
who has not yet started even thinking about applying to college.
This girl, Susan White, has a little story to tell."

Sarah was surprised to see the little girl from the tavern
appear, this time wearing a beautiful white party dress. 
Tonight, the little girl looked incredibly beautiful.  Her skin
was the color of chocolate ice-cream, and her black hair had a
lovely wave.  It was tied back in a ponytail with a lovely white
ribbon.

A little platform was set in place behind the rostrum to permit
the little girl to see over it.  When the microphones were
adjusted, the little girl said, "Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen.  I can't tell you how pleased and proud I am to be
standing here speaking to you tonight.  You see, only two weeks
ago, I could not have stood here at all."

The little girl paused and just looked around the room.  The
silence in the auditorium was such that one could hear a pin
drop.  "When I was born, I was not right from the waist down.  My
legs never developed properly.  The result was that the only way
I could get around was on crutches.  Actually, my parents knew
there was a problem when Mommy was pregnant.  I can't tell you
how happy I am that she allowed me to be born.  So many children
are just... discarded... these days."

Sarah almost cried at the little girl's reference to abortion.

Susan went on to describe how, when both her parents were in the
hospital, she had come down with an unknown fever.  "But Kelly
Taylor was staying with me, you see.  I don't think Kelly closed
her eyes for seventy-two hours!  She just held me, comforted me,
and prayed for me.  Mostly I was out of it, but whenever I knew
what was going on, I was being held lovingly in her warm arms. 
She wouldn't even let me be scared.  'Everything will be all
right,' Kelly said.  And she was right.

"Then, two weeks ago, I hobbled in to thank her for helping me...
for saving my life.  Kelly said it was about time I walked
without crutches, so she held my hands tightly and prayed to God
to restore my legs -- and He did!  In an instant, I was fine."

The little girl paused and looked around.  Her parents were
standing behind her and came up to stand with her at the podium.
She continued, "As far as Kelly Taylor is concerned, I am
dedicating my life to her.  I will do anything... _anything!..._
that she ever asks of me.  You see, Kelly is truly one of God's
angels come down to earth."

Turning to the president she said, "Mr. Jones, thank you so much
for giving me this chance publicly to thank Kelly Taylor -- and
all the Taylors -- for all she and they have done for me and for
my family."

Then she grinned and held the skirt of her beautiful dress out
wide and said, "For example, Nita Taylor heard I would be
speaking here tonight, so she brought this dress over for me. 
Mommy says it's from Bergdorf Goodman, the finest and most
expensive fashion store in the world.  She says it's the finest,
most beautiful dress she has ever seen.  And it was a gift from
Kelly's sister who thought I would be happier if I were wearing a
beautiful new party dress.  Isn't it pretty?"

There was a warm round of applause from the people in tribute to
the lovely little girl as they shared her happiness.

Before Susan could move, Andy was on her feet whispering into
Jones' ear.  He quickly and enthusiastically nodded, then went to
the podium, picked Susan up in his arms, and held her.  Speaking
into the microphone he said, "Susan, tonight we have received the
biggest gift in history for our schools.  Well, the donor, Mrs.
Taylor, has designated a part of her marvelous gift as the Susan
White Scholarship Fund.  Susan, in thirteen or fourteen years,
when you're ready to go to college, you will be going to the
college of your choice with all expenses paid."

Then he hugged the little girl and gave her a warm kiss which she
even more warmly returned.  Then he added, "You know what?  It's
going to be a very lucky school that gets you as a student. 
Susan, you are simply wonderful!"

While all of the people were standing at the podium, another
young woman joined the group and spoke quickly to Jones. 
Whatever she said came as such a shock he almost fell over. 
Watching the proceedings, Sarah was quick to note how much like
Andy and the girls the woman was.  She was the same height and
had the same magnificent figure.  Moreover her hair was virtually
identical to Nita's: brown, but with the same incredibly
beautiful color streaks through it.  It was apparent that she
also knew the Taylors very well.

Finally Jones returned to the microphone and held up his hands
for quiet.  As the people sat down again, Sarah realized that
another man had joined the table where her parents were sitting,
along with the Taylor girls, and their fiances.

When the ballroom was again quiet, Jones said, "Ladies and
gentlemen, tonight is the greatest night in the history of the
United Negro College Fund.  This beautiful woman, who just joined
us up here, is Andrea Taylor's sister from Los Angeles, Katherine
Carlson.  I learned that Andy Taylor has a running competition
with another woman in Los Angeles, Allison McGrath Clifford.

Well anyway, Ali Clifford heard of Andy's gift, somehow.  The
result?  I have a check in my hand from the William Harrison
Clifford Foundation _for twenty million dollars!_  Tonight, from
and through the Taylors, our fund has collected forty million
dollars!  Isn't that wonderful?"

Then he grinned at the band and added, "Kids, we have done so
well, you won't even have to hitchhike back to Louisiana!  Isn't
that great?"

Then to the guests he said, "This is supposed to be a party and a
celebration.  Well, we certainly have something great to
celebrate!  This is the end of the formal portion of our program.
 Now why don't we all just have fun?"

Sarah Duncan had just been utterly overwhelmed.  Now she truly
realized how incredibly wrong she had been in her judgment of the
Taylors.  It was apparent that her parents were completely right
and she had been totally wrong.  At the same time, she realized
that her mother's complaints were very real.  Ellie really did
want to help Andy and serve her because she loved her so very
much.  And never had there been a woman so deserving of love. 
Moreover, Sally felt sick as she thought of the status element. 
Now she realized that being a part of this family and being able
to serve it was the highest-status position in the world!

Lost in her thoughts, Sarah had not been paying attention to the
goings on.  When she looked around again, she received another
surprise.  Andy and Jack Taylor were on the dance floor by
themselves, jitterbugging.  Since Sally knew that the dance
really developed and thrived at the Crystal Ballroom on 125th
Street in Harlem in the 1940's with the Duke Ellington and Cab
Callaway bands, black people had an historic appreciation for the
dance.

The Taylors were doing the finest jitterbug anyone had ever seen!
 Moreover, Andy was wearing a beautiful white dress with a full
silk-chiffon skirt that went out horizontally whenever she did a
spin revealing her magnificent legs and body up to her waist. 
All she was wearing was the tiniest lace bikini.  Her
fully-revealed body was utterly magnificent.

Their brilliant dancing was even inspiring the band.  As the
music played, one band section after another performed inspired
solos responding to the inspiration of the Taylors' dancing. 
When the dance ended, Andy was on the floor with her left leg
folded beneath her body and her right leg extended straight
ahead.  She folded her body forward at the waist like a jackknife
until her forehead touched her thigh.

When the room exploded with applause and cheering, she lifted her
body, threw her arms out wide and just grinned at the people. 
Then Jack helped her to her feet, took her in his arms and melted
his lips to hers.  The cheering redoubled in intensity until it
was literally rocking the room.

When David asked Sally to dance, they moved out to the dance
floor and she flowed into his arms.  Fortunately, the music the
band was playing was now in a slow tempo.  Remarkably, she felt
like she was floating on air.  It was the most wonderful
experience of her life.

As they spent the evening dancing and talking, she kept seeing
the Taylors.  Anita and Kelly were dancing with their fiances,
but also with a large number of other men.  Sarah realized that,
in spite of the fact that they were among only a tiny handful of
white people in the room and were dancing with black men, they
seemed to be having a wonderful time.  The same thing was true of
Andy and her sister, Kathy Carlson.

When she commented on it diffidently to David, he just pointed
out that it was the way they were.  "Darling," he said softly,
"Dr. Jones had it exactly right: The Taylors are the embodiment
of everything Martin Luther King meant in his 'I have a dream'
speech.  They judge people by the content of their character, not
by the color of their skin.  They are truly color-blind.  Aren't
they just neat?"

Sarah nodded sadly at the additional piece of evidence of her own
bigoted, know-nothing stupidity.

Perhaps the most heartwarming thing she saw all evening was Kelly
Taylor at the corner of the dance floor with Susan White,
teaching the little girl to dance.  Susan appeared so happy she
was bubbling over.  The girl and the young woman moved
side-by-side with Susan matching Kelly's steps.  The other
dancers left space for them as everyone nearby watched the two
and marveled.  When Susan finally had the dance steps down, she
just clapped her hands in glee.  Kelly picked her up in her arms,
hugged her, and then melted her lips against the little girl's.

David and Sarah were close to the two now, so Sarah could hear
clearly as the little girl said, "Kelly Taylor, I love you so
very much!"  Then she pulled back in Kelly's arms just enough to
be able to look into her eyes and said, "Darling Kelly, I just
want to repeat what I said earlier: I am dedicating my life to
you.  You are welcome to anything I have or ever will have,
including my life.  Kelly Taylor, I adore you!"

"Susan White, you are an angel come down to earth," Kelly
replied.  "Just looking at you and seeing your happiness and the
happiness of your parents is all the thanks I ever want.  Young
lady, you are going to be an incredible woman."

Finally the dinner-dance ended and Sarah and David started for
the exit.  Stopping suddenly, David looked at Sarah and said,
"Good grief, darling, I don't even know where you live?  Is it in
cab range, or..."

Sarah realized that the time had come.  Holding her head up
straight she said, "David, I lied to you... from the very
beginning.  I'm not a reporter for _The New York Times._  I am a
lawyer and Director of the Civil Rights Division of the U.S.
Department of Justice in Washington.  Sam and Ellie Duncan are my
parents.  I came up from Washington to spend the weekend with
them."

Reaching out, she took both of his large hands in hers, looked
deeply into his eyes with the pleading in hers visible as she
added, "When I arrived, I was the biggest fool God ever created.
I told Andy Taylor that I hated her because she was a useless
woman -- all take and no give!  Can you believe it?  That is what
I said to Andy."

She could see the hurt in David's eyes but continued before he
could speak, "Darling, that is the only thing I said to you today
that isn't true.  I adore you.  You asked me to marry you... sort
of," she added with a little grin.  "Honey, all bets are off
because of my misrepresentation.

"But if you are willing, here's what I would like you to do: 
Please take me back to the Taylor's.  I will do some things there
that might surprise you, but believe me when I say they are all
necessary.  Earlier, I said that I intend to lose a lot of weight
in the next sixty days."  Her eyes were pleading as she added, "I
will be incommunicado for that period, my darling, but I beg you:
 Could we have a date for sixty days from today?  Please?"

Although David Wilson was surprised by what Sarah told him, he
was not shocked.  In fact, he had been intrigued to learn that
she was a senior official in the Justice Department.  Clearly,
his assessment that she was a very bright young woman was
accurate.  Most important, though, he had come to love Sarah very
much in just the few hours he had known her.  The kisses they had
shared were very real and could not have been faked.  He smiled
warmly and put out his hand saying, "It's a deal.  Shake on it?"

Sarah squealed in delight, quickly shook his outstretched hand,
and then threw herself at him.  Wrapping her arms around his
neck, she kissed him with every ounce of love and passion she
could communicate.  As she worked her lips on his, she probed
with her tongue and finally entered his mouth.  When her tongue
met his, there was an incredible jolt of electricity that both of
them felt.

When they finally eased apart, he whispered, "I can hardlywait!"

Returning to the Taylor's apartment building, Sarah used the keys
Kelly had given her to go up in the elevator and then enter the
apartment.  When they went in, Sarah and David could hear the
sounds of a small party in progress in the living room, welcoming
the Carlsons.

"Darling," she whispered, "here goes nothing.  You are about to
see the most disgusting excuse for a woman's body you could
imagine!"

With that, she began to strip off all of her clothes.  After
laying them neatly on a chair in the hallway, she started to make
her way to the living room.  But before she could move, David
grabbed her around the waist, turned her around and pulled her
close.  In spite of all of her excess weight, Sarah's tits were
large, high, and firm, with lovely little nipples.

David kissed her lips with all the love at his command and then
kissed both of her nipples, biting them and bringing them to full
erections.  When he dropped his hands and pinched her buns, she
yelped softly, but then just wriggled her ass as she savored the
feeling.  "Darling, you may be heavy, but you are certainly
beautiful.  But now what?"

Surprisingly, she grinned and giggled softly.  Then getting down
on her hands and knees, she began to crawl rapidly towards the
living room.  Because he had no idea what she was going to do,
David hung back.  When she crawled into the living room, he eased
into the room and just stood beside the entryway.

Sarah found that Andy was sitting alone in a wing chair beside
the sofa talking animatedly to Kathy.  As quickly as she could,
she crawled to the chair, bowed down and carefully kissed both of
Andy's feet.

Looking up, tears were flowing from her eyes and she could barely
talk.  Nevertheless, she managed to choke out, "Mistress Andy,
can you ever forgive me?  What I said to you yesterday evening
was utterly inexcusable.  It would have been a horrible thing to
say, _even if it had been true!_  But I could not have been more
wrong.  'All take and no give,' I think I said."

She shook her head and exclaimed, "Wrong!  Andy Taylor, you are
all give and no take!  But what did I learn today?  I learned
that Andrea Taylor is the finest, kindest, most loving, most
considerate, most giving person on the face of the earth. 
Mistress, you are an angel come down from heaven..."

"Now will you finally believe me, big sister?" Kathy interrupted.
 "You are the most loving and lovable woman alive.  Can you
finally get it through that thick head of yours that we all love
you because of what you are?  Can you -- just for once -- believe
what we have been trying to tell you?  That as beautiful as you
are, your surface beauty is the least of it?  That your true
beauty is the light shining from all the love and goodness inside
you that just spills out all over everyone and everything? 
Please, big sister?"  Kathy's eyes were pleading for Andy's
acceptance of what she was trying to communicate.

Andy Taylor was utterly stunned at what was happening.  She could
only shake her head slowly from side to side in sheer amazement.
Before she could do anything, Kathy launched herself from the
sofa and landed in Andy's lap.  She put her lips on Andy's and
unloaded every ounce of love she could convey.  That was a very
great deal.

Meanwhile, Sarah just remained bowed down on her knees in front
of Andy.  When she saw Andy and Kathy's lips separate, she
continued, "Mistress Andy, I beg you please to accept me into
your service as your slave.  I admit that I am not much to look
at..."

"Slave, present yourself to me," Andy interrupted imperiously.

Sarah did not know what she meant, but she guessed.  She lifted
her body off the floor and knelt up straight with her weight back
on her heels.  Although tears of sorrow were still streaming down
her cheeks she cupped her breasts and said, "These are my tits,
Mistress.  They are full and high.  My nipples are small and
up-thrusting.  The rest of my body... is mostly lard.  I am
educated, but not in any skills that could possibly be of any use
to you."

Looking hopeful, she continued, "But perhaps I could be trained
to be a field hand?  I believe I am strong and could become
stronger."  Then her face fell and she began to cry again. 
Shaking her head she continued, "I know I am not much, Mistress,
but with the British blockade of the Slave Coast...  I'm afraid
the quality of available slaves it not nearly as good as it once
was.  But could you make do?  Please?"

Andy nodded and smiled warmly.  "Okay, Sarah Duncan, enough of
the playacting, please.  I accept your apology.  Now, can you
please go back to being our guest?"

"No, Mistress, I cannot."  Her face brightened and she added, "Of
course, I am being directly disobedient, so perhaps the torture
frame?  I believe I would fit, and because it is so strong -- my
mother mentioned it to me -- it would probably hold my weight."

Then she looked very serious as she added, "Mistress, could you
please put Mistress Kelly in charge of my training?  You see, the
problem is that you are too good and too kind.  You would not
discipline me in the way I both need and deserve.  Mistress
Kelly, on the other hand, knows how badly I hurt you.  And since
she loves you more than life itself, I can be more confident that
she will do the things to me that so badly need doing."

Andy finally realized that Sarah was being absolutely serious. 
When she asked about her job in Washington, Sarah quickly replied
that she was resigning in the morning.  For every objection Andy
raised, Sarah had a reply.  Finally, with reluctance, Andy
accepted her proposal.

Then Sarah again knelt up straight and said, "Mistress, since I
am going to be punished severely for the things I have already
said to you, I might as well get it all out of the way.  You see,
Mistress, you do have one serious fault: you are very selfish!"

There was an audible gasp from the others when they heard Sarah's
words.

The girl's voice was now very strong as she continued, "I'm
sorry, Mistress, but it's true.  What do I mean by selfish?  I
mean that you will not allow anyone to do anything for you, ever.
 Last night, for example: I now know that my mother was sincerely
disappointed that you would not allow her to do anything.  You
see, Mistress, she and Dad love you so very much, but you won't
let them ever do anything to demonstrate their love.  When they
buy you a birthday present, you even try to pay for it!  Now is
that fair?  Is it?  Won't you please give other people a chance
to show you how much they love you and to show how important you
are to them and to their lives?  Is that really asking toomuch?"

"She's absolutely right, Mother," Kelly interjected.  "After all
the things you have done for me, you won't permit me ever to do
anything for you.  Ever!"

Nita chimed in, "It's true.  Remember your anniversary?  You
wouldn't let Kelly and me get you anything.  Instead, you and Dad
gave us our adoption papers and gold watches.  Mom, we adore you!
 You already know that the height of Kelly's ambition is to be
able to give you her beating heart to save your life.  Could you
please, just once, let us do _something_ for you?  Anything!"

Andy was stunned.  She looked at Ellie and asked, "Ellie, is this
true?"

"Absolutely!" Ellie exclaimed.  "Do you know what?  There may be
hope for Sally yet.  That is the only intelligent thing she's
said since she arrived from Washington.  But she is obviously
very perceptive.  She's also absolutely correct.

"Andy, Sam and I adore you!  I have been trying to tell you this
for months, but you won't listen...  No!  That's not true.  You
do listen.  It's just that you will not or cannot let yourself
believe it.  Sam and I have just been basking in your incredible
love for Jack, for your family, _and for us,_ ever since we
arrived."

"Ellie," Andy asked softly, "would you... could you... bring out
some canapes... or something?"

Ellie rushed to Andy, wrapped her arms around her neck -- Kathy,
still sitting on Andy's lap, moved back to make room -- and
kissed her with all the love she possessed.  Then she said
warmly, "Now that didn't hurt so much, did it?"  Then she laughed
and added, "Darling Andy, you are so incredibly generous and
giving, it almost literally hurts you to ask anyone to do
anything.  Doesn't it?  Admit it!"

Andy just grinned shyly and nodded.

Ellie jumped up straight and to Sally said, "Okay, Slave Sally. 
Off your ass and on your feet.  You certainly aren't much, and it
is a shame to inflict you on our guests in your present
condition, but..."  She grinned and continued, "On the other
hand, Mistress Carlson is your mistress's sister.  So, since
she's family..."

Sarah rose to her feet and followed her mother out to the
kitchen.  A few moments later she reappeared, now wearing only a
large white bow on the back of her head, and took drink orders.

Later, she and Ellie were standing beside David who had joined
the group.  He had been introduced to Ken and Kathy Carlson and
was sitting beside them on the sofa.  "Mother," Sarah said
softly, "I don't think you have ever met David Wilson.  David
asked me to marry him earlier today.  I said I would when -- and
if -- I am ever released from slavery.  David, what do you think
of your future mother-in-law?  Isn't she unbelievable?"

David had been admiring Ellie's incredible body.  Like Sarah,
Ellie now was also naked, wearing only a large white bow on the
back of her head.  He rose, took her in his arms and kissed her
with all of his love while running his fingers lightly over her
magnificent body.

When they separated, he murmured, "Wow!"  Then with a grin he
said, "Good heavens!  If all mothers-in-law are like you..."

Then his face grew serious and he said, "Mrs. Duncan, in sixty
days I would like to speak to you and Mr. Duncan about a matter
of great importance to Sarah and me.  I hope you will be able to
make the time available and will give very serious consideration
to what I will be saying to you at that time."

Ellie was holding David's hands in both of hers and looking
intently into his eyes while he spoke.  When she did, she could
see the great love he felt for her daughter in them.  Very
seriously, she replied, "Mr. Wilson, my husband and I will
certainly make the time available.  I look forward to it."  Then
she winked and gave him a quick grin.

As she turned away, he could not resist.  He gave one of her
tight buns a sharp pinch.

Ellie squealed and rubbed her injured bottom.  Then turning to
him she spoke as if she were a colonial dame and said, "La, sir!
Please!  I am a married woman."  Then with another grin and in
her normal tone of voice she asked, "Did my ass feel good?  Did
you like pinching it, David?  I know I loved it!"

When she headed back to the kitchen, David said softly, "Sally,
your mother is a truly incredible woman!  And you mean I get her,
too, at no additional charge?"

"You sure do!" Sarah replied with a grin.  "Aren't you
lucky?"*Chapter 50*

"Mother!" Sally Duncan wailed.  "Make them stop!  Or at least
make them give me a turn."

She was pinned under Nita's body with her pelvis supported by
pillows.  While Nita was kissing her and caressing her tits and
the rest of her body, Kelly was between her legs and eating her
cunt.  It was only because Nita had moved her mouth from Sarah's
lips down her body to kiss her tits and bite her nipples that she
was able to say anything at all.  Before she could say another
word, though, Sally let out a scream as again Kelly brought her
to another powerful orgasm.

Meanwhile, Ellen Duncan just continued to work out on the
machines.  She had not even looked over at Sarah.  She grinned as
she watched her daughter's loins spasm again.  When she again
regained control, Ellie said matter-of-factly, "Don't come crying
to me, young lady.  You were the one who insisted on becoming a
slave.  No one forced you, least of all me.  But I do wish you
weren't so noisy in your cumings.  You're disturbing myworkout!"

At that point, Kelly did something to Nita, squealed, and ran for
the door out to the pool deck with Nita in hot pursuit.  Sally
just lay flat on her back on the exercise mat with her arms
outstretched and was at last able to catch her breath.

Finally, she rose, came over to where her mother was exercising,
and knelt down beside her.  "Mom," she asked softly, "why didn't
you and Dad just drown me?  Why did you bother with the adoption
thing?  How could one girl be so wrong about so many things?"

"What is it this time?" Ellie replied blandly, while continuing
her workout.

"Mom, I kept waiting for the real Kelly and the real Nita to
appear.  I was so damned dumb -- I guess I really did spend much
too much time in D.C.  -- I couldn't believe that they could be
as good as they truly are."

Then with a wonderfully warm smile, she continued, "You know
what?  They are like two utterly delightful younger sisters.  I
have never had so much fun in my life!  You know we've all been
sleeping together from the very beginning.  Now, I usually feel
like the meat in a sandwich.  And being a black girl between two
luscious whites, the metaphor really works.  As it is, I'll wake
up in the arms of one of them while the other's tits are crushed
against my back and her hand is squeezing one of my boobs.  But,
God, it feels so great!

"Then there is Kelly: I can't believe a girl her age could
possibly know so much or be so capable as a teacher.  I can't
believe all the things I have learned from her."

Then the girl's face grew serious, she stood up straight and
asked, "Mom, do you think David will like me?  Am... Is my body
good enough for him, do you think?"

Ellie grimaced and shook her head sadly.  "There you go again,
girl.  That's exactly what I mean.  No one -- I mean _no one_ --
could possibly look like you do and ask that question seriously."
 Looking up at her daughter's face she asked, "Let me ask you:
Have you ever felt better in your life? _Ever?"_

Sally just slowly shook her head, so Ellie continued, "Darling,
you are now utterly exquisite.  David loved you when you were a
tub of lard.  Now you are one of the most beautiful women in the
country."  Then she smiled and asked, "How was your workout a few
minutes ago?"

"Mom, I honestly don't know how to answer that question.  You
see, while my sisters were taking turns working on me, I was
thinking of my former friends in Washington -- too many of whom
are full-bore lesbians.  It's funny, really.  First, of course,
Nita and Kelly are as far away from being lesbians as it's
possible ever to be!  My God!  In the presence of Kevin and Bill,
those girls just melt.  But in spite of that, they could give
lessons on making love to a woman.  They are unreal!  At the same
time, they are both so intensely beautiful.  Their bodies are so
indescribably fragrant, _all the time..._  They are so clean and
sweet-smelling with bodies that are works of art..."

Looking at her mother she interrupted herself and said, "You know
something?  I love going down on Kelly.  With her totally
hairless little cunt, it is truly a joy for me.  I was really
only half-teasing earlier -- I really did want my turn.  But it's
a riot, really.  My D.C. friends would absolutely go bullshit
over those two.  They wouldn't know what to make of them."  Then
she grinned and said, "That was the long answer to your question.
 The short answer to the question, how was my workout, is:
_Spectacular!"_

It had been agreed that her slavery was to come to an end that
evening when David's elevator car reached their penthouse.  But
until then Sarah had to do anything she was told to do by Andy,
Nita, or Kelly.  Sarah got on the exercise machines and went
through her own workout.  She was delighted that now all five
women -- Andy, Ellie, Nita, Kelly, and herself -- used the
identical machine settings and did the same number of reps.

Actually, Sarah was secretly very proud of herself for being able
to get in such good condition so fast.  The truth was that
previously she had difficulty trying to maintain her weight at
her former ungainly 160.  Her body kept trying desperately to get
back to her best weight which was between 120 and 125.  Having
grown up as something of a tomboy, she had found it both easy and
fun to get back to swimming, running, and working out.

Finishing her workout, she ran out to the pool where she found
Nita and Kelly waiting for her.  The three girls dove into the
pool and raced each other for 2,000 meters.  In spite of the
distance, it was virtually a three-way dead-heat.  After soaking
up the heat in the sauna, they showered and then took turns
massaging each other with musk oil and preparing each other's
bodies for their men, all of whom were coming to the formal
dinner party Andy had planned for the evening.

When she thought she was all set, Kelly said, "Slave Sally, come
back here!"

When addressed as "slave", Sarah was obliged instantly to obey. 
"Yes, Mistress Kelly?  How may I serve you?"

Kelly and Nita then took Sally back into the shower and scrubbed
her body thoroughly again, but this time paying special attention
to her tits, her slit and her asshole.  This was followed by a
soak in a steaming-hot bath laden with musk oil.  Then they
carefully dried off her body, made her lie down on a massage
table, and together gave her the finest and most intense massage
of her life.

It seemed to Sally that the two girls used nearly a quart of the
very-expensive musk oil on her body, spreading it all over.  They
gently worked it into her tits, but used their strong fingers to
knead it in elsewhere on her body.  Kelly ordered her to spread
her thighs as far apart as they would go, and then, using her
fingers to spread Sally's labia wide, poured the expensive fluid
into her slit.  Then, using her long, slim fingers, Kelly worked
it into every crease and crevice and put as much into her vagina
as she could manage.  The intense, yet sensuous massage did its
work.  Sally could not keep her eyes open and finally fell
asleep.

She was awakened two hours later, glanced at the clock and found
it was after five-thirty.  David was due to arrive at six.  She
had been awakened by Kelly's kiss which was so incredibly sweet
and loving.

"Come on, Sleeping Beauty," Kelly said with a loving smile, "it's
time for you to finish getting ready."

When Sarah rose and then stood up, Kelly caught her as her knees
let go.  She realized that, even after her nap, the massage she
had received had been so good, and she had ended so relaxed, her
legs initially wouldn't even support her weight.

Two days earlier, Henry Hall, Ali's Academy Award-winning hair
stylist, had flown in to do all the girls' hair.  The style he
achieved for Sally was simple, yet it made her look incredibly
beautiful as it accentuated her very-refined features.

Going into the bedroom, she found Kelly holding a white lace
bikini, waiting for her.  "Thank you so much, Kel!" Sally said,
"but I can take it from here."

"Slave Sally," Kelly replied peremptorily.  "I don't recall
asking what you could or could not do.  Now put your feet in
these pants!"

Sarah did as she was told.

Before pulling them up and smoothing them on Sarah's loins,
though, Kelly ran her fingers through Sarah's silky black pubic
hair.  Like Andy's and Nita's, Sarah's was now plucked back to a
small dense patch.  "Darling Sally, your pubic hair feels like
the finest silk.  David is going to be ecstatically happy when he
gets you in his bed!"

"Oh God, Kel!  I sure hope so," she replied.

"It is Mistress Kelly, _slave!"_ she interjected peremptorily. 
Then with a wonderfully warm smile she added softly, "Darling
Sally, how could he not?"

At that Sarah daintily stuck out her tongue causing Kelly to
shake her head in feigned dismay.  "I knew I should have beaten
you, slave!  I just knew it.  The books are right, you know. 
They all say very clearly that if you give a slave an inch, she
will always take a mile.  But did I pay attention?  Hah!"

Sarah wrapped Kelly in her now-very-strong arms and melted her
lips to hers.  She tried to communicate as much of the intense
love for this young woman as it was possible for her to do.  As
she moved her lips on Kelly's, she used her tongue to probe the
girl's mouth.  When their tongues came in contact, there was a
surge of electricity, but without the passion that she had felt
when she had done it with David.  It was a kiss of the purest
love.

When she eased away, she murmured, "I love you so very much,
Kelly Taylor.  You are one of God's angels sent to live on
earth."  Then she looked into Kelly's eyes to try to communicate
her sincerity as she added, "Kel, there are no words possible for
me to thank you for all that you have done for me over the last
sixty days.  My darling, all I can say is that I love you more
than anyone else alive with the possible exception of David. 
And, please notice, I stress the word, possible.  All the things
that you -- and Nita -- have done for me are not to bebelieved."

Then her eyes widened as she tried desperately to communicate the
importance of what she was about to say.  "Kelly, remember when I
said your mother was selfish because she would not let people
demonstrate how much they loved her?  Please, my darling, tell me
what David and I can possibly do for you to demonstrate our
gratitude.  Will you?  Please?"

Kelly cocked her head and then nodded it once, very firmly. 
"Okay.  It's a deal.  There's only one thing, darling Sally.  For
reasons that will become clear, I'll tell you what it is later. 
Okay?"

"Okay!" Sally exclaimed, elated at her promise.

Then Kelly took out a new white silk dress Nita had selected for
Sarah, helped her slip it over her head, and then smoothed it
down with her fingertips.  Both girls were happy.  Sarah loved
the feel of Kelly's fingers moving on her, and Kelly loved to
caress Sarah's now-incredible body.

Sitting the girl down, Kelly carefully worked on her hair and
restored it exactly to the way Hall had done it.  Then Kelly
opened a dressing-table drawer, took out a black jewelry box, and
opened it.  Very carefully, she positioned two incredible
two-carat diamond ear studs, then fastened the most magnificent
diamond necklace Sarah had ever seen around her neck.  "These are
gifts from my mother," Kelly said quietly.  "If you like them, I
hope you will tell her so."

"My God!" Sally breathed.  "They are utterly magnificent!  But
why?"

"Because you have been such a good slave," Kelly replied quietly.
 "And because she loves you so much, too."  Then she became
serious as she added, "And because a woman should look her very
best when the man of her dreams asks her to marry him. _And_
because they will look so beautiful with the gorgeous diamond I'm
certain Dave will give you tonight."

Finally, Kelly opened a flower box, took out a small white
carnation, and carefully placed it behind Sally's right ear. 
"What do you think?" Kelly asked quietly.

Without replying, Sally rose, went to the full-length mirror on
the inside of the closet door and looked at herself.  She had
never looked nearly as good in her entire life, and, trying to be
as objective as possible, concluded that she really did look very
good.

When she said so, Kelly snorted and said, "Sally Duncan, you are
either a liar or an idiot!  My Lord, woman, you look utterly
exquisite!  Your skin: It's the color of light chocolate ice
cream...  And that necklace looks perfect against your satin
skin.  But why doesn't your cunt taste like chocolate?"  Kelly
shook her head in feigned perplexity and added in her normal tone
of voice, "Your mother's doesn't, either, and she's black, too. 
I just don't understand."

Then she continued, "Your figure is as good as a woman's can ever
be.  Darling Sally, you are utterly magnificent!"  With that she
kissed her, patted her lightly on her bottom and shooed her out
of the room so she could get dressed herself before Kevin
arrived.

Sally began to pace the floor in the hallway, waiting for the
phone to ring.  When it finally did, and it was the security
officer announcing Mr. Wilson, she stood at the opened door and
waited for the elevator to arrive at their floor.

* * *

As he rode up in the elevator, David Wilson checked the pocket of
his dinner jacket and then checked his appearance in the mirror
at the back of the elevator car.  He concluded that he looked as
good as he ever had in his life.  Curiously, he found that he
really liked wearing the dinner jacket which, thanks to Jack
Taylor, had been custom-tailored for him by J. Press.  The custom
tailoring was necessitated by his very broad shoulders, coupled
with a very slim waist and hips, but with enormously large and
powerful thighs and calves.  In spite of what currently passed as
men's fashion, his dinner jacket was most conservative in its
cut, being plain black.  His only concession to fashion flair was
the pleated dress shirt he was wearing with a plain black bow
tie.  David took another deep breath when he felt the car slow as
it neared the penthouse floor.

When the door opened, he found himself face to face with the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.  Her brown eyes
were wide and there was a tremulous little smile on her lips. 
"David?" she asked diffidently.

David stopped dead in his tracks and just looked at her.
_"Sally?_  My lord, I have never seen a more beautiful woman!  Is
it really you?"

"It's really me.  Honest.  I _am_ Sarah Duncan."

Although Sally was scared to death, she very tentatively reached
out her arms towards him.  That was all it took.  In one long
step David covered the space between them and took her into his
arms.  When her lips met his, the surge of electricity between
them almost knocked them down.

But then Sally just worked her lips with all the technique she
had learned from Nita, Kelly, and her mother, then probed his
mouth with her tongue.  The kiss was so much better than she had
even remembered.

For David's part, as he held Sally tightly and kissed her, he was
almost overcome by the sweetest fragrance he had ever smelled. 
When he eased away and asked her about it, Sally just grinned and
told him it was the smell of her own body enhanced by musk oil.

"My God!" he exclaimed.  "Do you mean I have this to look forward
to for the rest of my life?  Waking up with you in my arms and
smelling the most beautiful perfume in the world?"  She just
nodded her head quickly.  "My darling, I adore you!" he
exclaimed.

Taking his hand, she led the way into the living room where her
parents, along with Andy and Jack Taylor, were waiting for them.
The other girls were still getting ready and waiting for their
fiances to arrive.  He shook hands with the Taylors and then with
Sam Duncan.  Although Ellie also had her hand outstretched, David
wrapped her in his arms, hugged her, and melted his lips to hers
in the most loving kiss he was capable of giving anyone.

When he released her, Ellie's eyes were glassy and she had to
shake her head to clear it.  Then in a soft, loving voice she
said, "David, that kiss was incredible.  But why?"

"You'll find out in a moment.  That was to soften you up," he
replied with a little grin that Ellie couldn't read.

After David sat down beside Sarah on the sofa, Ellie remained
standing and asked about drinks.  David looked up at her and
asked, "Could you delay that for a few minutes?  There is
something I really need to talk to you about first."

When the Taylors rose to leave the room to give them privacy,
David motioned them back to their seats.  "Mrs. Taylor, as
Sarah's owner, I think you should hear this, too.  Would you and
Mr. Taylor please stay?"

Andy's eyes widened, but she eased back into her seat.

Then David took Sarah's right hand in his and held it tightly. 
It was obvious to her that whatever was coming was very important
to him.  Then he swallowed hard and began, "Mr. and Mrs. Duncan,
I... I... I would like your permission to continue to call on
your daughter, Sarah.  My intentions are completely honorable. 
With your permission, and if she consents, I would like to make
her my wife.  Sir and madam, do I have your permission?"

Ellie and Sam glanced at one another and both beamed.  They both
jumped to their feet, as did David.  Sam took his hand in his own
huge one, squeezed it, and said, "David Wilson, nothing could
make us happier.  Indeed, sir, you most certainly _do_ have our
permission to call on our daughter."

Then David took Ellie in his arms and kissed her again.  When
they separated he said softly, "That was the purpose of the first
kiss.  It was to get you into a receptive frame of mind... Mom?"

"Oh my God!" Ellie exclaimed.  "David Wilson, thank you so much.
Good grief!  There is absolutely nothing that could make me feel
better than to hear you call me Mom."  Then with a cute little
grin she added softly, "And when you wear out Sally...  After
all, you do like my cute little ass."

"Mom, you are just too much!" Dave responded with a grin.  "I'm
going to be the only man alive with a mother-in-law as young and
as beautiful as his wife."

Then with a wink at Sam he added slowly, "As a matter of fact...
I hear that late in a pregnancy it can be hard for a woman to
have sex.  And since we plan on a lot of kids, there will be a
lot of time when Sally's out of action...  Dad, you know that one
of the advantages women have over men is the number of times they
can have sex, so you wouldn't really mind, would you, if..."

Sam Duncan howled with laughter, clapped Dave on the back, and
said, "What a great idea!  Besides, although Ellie and I have
been married for over twenty years, it has only been in the last
few months that I discovered I had married a nymphomaniac..."

He paused, looked up at the ceiling, then nodded his head
emphatically.  "As a matter of fact, David Wilson, I could use
the help."  With that Sam wrapped his big hand around Ellie's bun
and squeezed.  After a quick gasp of pleasure, she wheeled into
Sam's arms and melted her lips to his.

While they were locked in their increasingly passionate embrace
-- with her body mashed against his, Sam Duncan was able to
squeeze both of Ellie's ass cheeks -- everyone in the living room
was howling with laughter.  The tension they all had been feeling
before David's speech had disappeared.

When they were all again seated, Sarah tapped David on the
shoulder and said, "Aren't you forgetting something?  Now that
you lined up a very hot cunt to replace mine late in my
pregnancy, isn't there something that goes before?  Like a
wedding, maybe?"

David turned on the sofa so he was now sitting facing Sally. 
Then he took both of her hands in his and said, "My darling,
before I get to that, there is something I have to tell you." 
His face was very serious now and Sally was beginning to be
concerned.  "It is very important, and may adversely affect our
relationship."  Now his eyes were very large as he looked into
Sally's and asked, "Darling, are you a Redskins fan?"

_"A what?"_ she exclaimed.  At that moment, football was the
furthest thing from her mind.

"A Redskins fan," David repeated.  "After all you live in
Washington -- or did -- and the Washington Redskins are sure
popular down there."

"As a matter of fact, I sure am," she replied, still baffled by
his question.  But she added, "I just adore football!  And if it
weren't for the Giants and their damned Dave Wilson..."  Suddenly
her eyes became as big as saucers and her jaw dropped.  Very
quietly and slowly she said, "Don't tell me that you... you...
But you can't be!  Are you?"

Dave just slowly nodded his head up and down.  Then, without
saying a word, he gave her the small shopping bag he had carried
in with him.  With her eyes still wide, Sarah opened it and
pulled out a football jersey.  Spreading it out, she found it was
a blue Giants summer-weight jersey with the number 22 on it, and
stitched over the numbers, the name, WILSON.  Again her eyes
flared, but she said nothing.

Then, to the surprise of everyone, she got up, took the bag, and
left the room, still without saying a word.  David swallowed hard
and looked at the Duncans and Taylors.  He was not at all
reassured when he saw the puzzled looks of concern on their
faces, too.  But before he had a chance to ask what he should do,
Sally returned to the room.

She was still wearing the white carnation in her ear, as well as
the diamond necklace and diamond ear studs.  But now she was
barefoot and only wearing his football jersey.  She had even shed
her bikini.  Since the jersey was summer-weight, it was made of a
coarse mesh to permit a cooling airflow.  As a result, Sally
might as well have been nude.  Although the jersey reached down
almost to her knees, her magnificent body was fully revealed.

David and the others were so stunned at the change no one had
moved.  When she came close, she just hurled herself into his
arms.  Then she took his hand and placed it under the jersey
encouraging him to move it all over her body.  "Is it nice enough
for you, my darling?  Is there anything you would like me to
change?  Anything at all?"  David just slowly shook his head.

Then, in her normal tone of voice, she said, "We have now
established that I am a Redskins fan.  Now what?"  Everyone
howled with laughter at her straight-faced comment.  Their
laughter had strong overtones of relief.

"Sarah Duncan, I also play football for the Giants.  In spite of
being a Redskins fan, do you think you could possibly find
happiness in the arms of... of a Giant?"

Sarah had her arms linked loosely around his neck.  Her reaction
to his question was to look thoughtful.  She cocked her head and
looked pensive.  Then she said slowly, "Well...  It alldepends."

"Depends on what?" he asked, again both concerned and a little
scared.

Without directly answering the question, she said
matter-of-factly, "David, please get undressed.  Completely. 
Right here.  Right now."

"But... but... but you can't be serious.  I mean..."

"How many times have you seen me naked?  Andy Taylor?  My mother?
 My sisters?  What's your problem?  Or are you such a male
chauvinist that you believe only women can be bare?  Strip!" she
ordered.

David looked quickly around the area and found that the others
were interested, but completely unperturbed.  Shrugging, he began
to undress.  Sally noted with interest that his bow-tie was
hand-tied rather than the far-more-common pre-tied variety.  When
he was stripped down to his shorts, Ellie held up her hand in a
signal for him to stop.  He did, but he had no idea why.

"Sarah, are you properly attired for a man who is disrobing?"
Ellie asked acidly. _"Are you?"_

Sarah, visibly reddening, said, "I'm sorry, ma'am," and stripped
off the Giant jersey.  Then, with her thighs pressed tightly
together and now totally naked, she knelt up straight with her
weight back on her ankles beneath her.  With a very attentive
look on her face she asked her mother in an eager tone, "Is this
better?"

"Much!" Ellie replied, nodding to David for him to continue.

Before stripping off his shorts he looked down at Sally and was
utterly overwhelmed.  She was the most incredibly beautiful young
woman he had ever seen.  Her body was utter perfection; even her
nipples were fully engorged and pointed up at him.  After taking
a deep breath, he pulled down his jockey shorts, releasing his
cock which, in just an instant, was fully erect.

"Oh, Mother!" screamed Sarah, "He's gorgeous."  With that she
jumped to her feet, threw her arms around him and just hugged. 
"Darling," she whispered, "please hold me as tight as you can.  I
want to feel my tits mashed against your huge chest.  But they
are really pretty firm, so you will have to squeeze prettyhard."

He did, and found the feeling utterly exquisite.  Then she raised
her head and he melted his lips on hers.  Their kiss was the very
best yet.

Dropping back down to her knees, she turned her body to look at
her mother again and asked, "May I take him in my mouth, Mommy? 
Please?  Huh?  Can I?  Please?"

"Don't be silly, Sarah.  Of course not!" Ellie replied in a flat,
but decisive, tone.

"You're prejudiced!" Sally cried.  "You're a racist!  Nita and
Kelly go down on Bill and Kevin all the time.  Why can't I?"
Sarah protested.  "I'm being discriminated against because I'm
black and female!"

Then looking at the Taylors -- by now Andy was sitting across
Jack's lap, and both were trying desperately to maintain straight
faces -- she asked, "Is she being fair?  Is she?  I mean... 
Really!"

"Sarah, it is nothing of the kind!" Ellie interjected.  "Nita and
Kelly are engaged to be married.  You are not!"

"Oh," Sarah said dejectedly.  "I guess you're right."  Then she
looked up at Wilson's face and with a completely deadpan
expression, said, "David, were you about to ask me something?"

David, too, was having a difficult time controlling his laughter,
but he played along.  "Yes, Sarah, I was.  Will you marry me?"

"Yes," she said flatly.  Again she spun her body to look at her
mother and eagerly asked, "Can I now, Mommy?  Can I?  Please,
Mommy!  I even said yes."

Ellie assumed an exasperated expression and said, "Oh... all
right.  But good grief, girl, can't you even wait?  I mean... 
That's the trouble with young people today.  You want everything,
and you want it _right now!_  You won't wait for anything."

_"Won't wait?"_ Sarah wailed.  "What do you mean, won't wait? 
For heaven's sake, Mother, I'm _twenty-eight years old!_  And I
have never even touched a man.  Do you realize that, except for
David, I have only been kissed three times by a man -- or boy --
_in my whole life!_  Won't wait, indeed!"

Then, licking her lips, she reached out and cupped his huge
scrotum that was filled with his cum and hefted it.  He was so
big and full, she needed both hands to cradle his sac.  When she
did, his huge, fat cock became visibly larger.

She was moving her head to kiss the beautiful tip of his huge
cock when Ellie exclaimed, "Sarah Duncan!  Have you forgotten
everything we have been trying to teach you?  You certainly know
better than that.  Now I ask you: What do you say to a gentleman
before going down on him?  What?"

"Oh," Sarah replied faking a sound of remorse in her voice.  Then
she looked up at David's face and said very brightly, "Mr.
Wilson, would you like to eat my cunt while I'm going down on
you?  It is very clean.  My sisters even scrubbed it thoroughly
and perfumed it for you.  It's not necessary, but you might..."

Then her voice changed and she said, "Oh, shit.  Dave, please? 
The reason my thighs are so tightly together is to keep from
flooding out the living room with my love juices.  Oh, darling,
please?  I think you'll like it.  Nita and Kelly both say I'm as
sweet as sugar."

Then her face fell and she added, "On the other hand, today both
of them sprinkled powdered sugar in it, so now I'm not so sure."
With her eyes wide, she looked up at him and added, "But please
try, darling.  Mommy can even get the powdered sugar if you want
it."

This time Dave could no longer control himself and let out a
burst of laughter.  Shaking his head while he tried to regain
control, he finally managed to say, "Thank you, Miss Duncan.  I
would like to eat your cunt."

Sarah told him to lie on the floor on his back.  Then she
straddled his head with her knees and gently lowered her
now-dripping cunt to his mouth.  She had not been kidding about
that.  Her cunt was flowing with her juices as she lowered her
head and took his huge cock in her mouth.  After licking it like
an ice-cream cone, she kissed it and then began to move her mouth
up and down on it, taking him in deeper each time, in spite of
its enormous size.

Although David could not see what she was doing, he finally felt
that she had somehow taken him in to his full length.  At the
same time he was running his tongue all over her slit and then
forced it up the entrance to her vagina.  The experience was
utterly unbelievable.  Her cunt was so clean and fragrant, as
well as tasting as sweet as sugar.  The two worked on each other
and soon he brought Sarah to her first orgasm.  It was funny as
she tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the huge cock
in her mouth.  She came again, and yet again.  Soon she was in
continuous orgasm, yet somehow she continued to work on his cock
with her mouth.

When she felt he was about to let go, remembering what the girls
had told her, she pulled his cock out until she only had its head
in her mouth when he began to spurt.  Swallowing as fast as she
could, remarkably she was able to swallow it all, in spite of the
huge quantity of his discharge.  At the same time, David slowed
his actions and allowed Sarah slowly to come down from her crest.
 Finally, the two were completely spent, but managed to lick the
last drops from the other's sex before Sarah just let her body
drop on top of his.  She just lay there with her head on his
groin while she regained her breath.  At the same time, she could
feel his fingertips gently moving all around her body, caressing
everything within his reach.  Sarah particularly adored the
feeling as he stroked her buns.  She yelped and jumped up when he
simultaneously pinched both of them hard.

Spinning around to face him, she found him laughing.  With a big
grin, she dropped her mouth to his and kissed him with all of the
passion she could communicate.  At the same time, they each got a
taste of their own cum from the mouth of the other.  When they
broke the kiss, they just remained wrapped in each other's arms.

"Is that all?" Ellie asked in a flat tone.  "If you two are quite
finished, I would suggest, Sarah and David, that you two go to
Sarah's room, shower and get dressed.  I mean...  Really!"

Sarah helped Dave carry his clothing to her room.  When he saw
how palatial it was, he just whistled softly.  Then she led the
way into her bathroom and the two took a shower together in the
huge stall.  Having spent their initial passion, the shower was
strangely innocent as they soaped each other's body and just
exclaimed over the physical perfection each was getting.  Sally
was so happy when she realized how much of his cum she had
consumed.  After carefully drying each other off, Sarah lay down
on her bed and asked Dave to apply more musk oil to her body.

As he was carefully oiling her slit, the door opened and Ellie
marched in.  Ignoring the two lovers on the bed, she put a bottle
of Polo cologne on the dresser saying, "David, Sally loves the
smell of Polo.  I hope you do, too."  Without another word, she
marched out as quickly and as unconcernedly as she had marched
in.

The two laughed and Dave said, "Honey, I could not believe what
just happened.  Sally, I loved you from the very first moment I
saw you, but I never dreamed you -- and your mother -- had such
incredible senses of humor.  You are too much!"  Then he looked
down on her and asked, "That was all true, wasn't it?  You have
never been with a man before?"

"Of course it is," she said softly.  Then her face fell and she
was almost in tears as she added, "I'm so sorry, darling.  Now
all you have to look forward to is blood all over the damned bed
on our wedding night.  Or would you rather I have it taken care
of surgically?"

He just slowly shook his head and said, "Honey, you said you have
been kissed three times in your life."  He paused and then added,
"You're two up on me, then.  I have been kissed once. _Once!_ 
Can you believe it?"

Then he grinned at her and added, "But with respect to your
question, young lady, If you are taken care of surgically, I'll
make you have it sewn back in!  I'm looking forward to drinking a
wonderful cocktail from your cunt composed of your love juices,
my cum, and your virgin blood for seasoning."

"I can hardly wait!" she whispered.  Then she added, "Darling,
you will be stretching my cunt and my asshole.  You will take me
in the ass, won't you?  Andy just adores the feeling!  Then she
added, "My openings will be so stretched by your huge cock, I
probably won't be able to hold anything inside anymore."  Then
with an adorably salacious grin she added, "And do you know what?
 I couldn't care less!"

They were now lying side by side on the bed, and both began to
howl with laughter as they realized the full extent of their
inexperience.  Finally, with tears of laughter rolling down her
cheeks, Sarah said, "Darling, I think we're going to have
trouble.  Not only will no one give us a marriage license, I
don't think we could even get a learner's permit."  She looked at
him with her eyes wide and asked, "Don't you have to take a
written test or something?"

He just hugged her tightly and whispered, "My darling Sarah, I
utterly adore you!"

They jumped off the bed, and Sarah carefully applied the Polo
cologne to his body.  Then she helped him dress again and
insisted on tying his bow-tie herself.  "Although," she said,
"You looked so handsome when you arrived.  You certainly do know
how to do it yourself, but it's so much fun to be able to dress a
man."  Finally, she gave his tie one last twitch, and raised her
lips for another kiss.  Then they went back to the living room to
rejoin the others.*Chapter 51*

When David and Sarah returned to the living room, they found that
all of the remaining guests had arrived.  At the same time, Sarah
noticed something else: All of the women were wearing white
gowns, while the men were in strict black and white.  Knowing
Andy Taylor, Sally was certain it was not accidental.

When they entered the room, Andy brought a handsome young couple
over to meet them.  "Sarah Duncan and David Wilson, I would like
to introduce you to two of my most favorite people, Bobbie and
Terry Williams.  They have just returned from their honeymoon. 
Don't they both look just great?"  Having just spent three weeks
on Maui, the two had beautiful tropic tans.  Beyond that, though,
they both appeared to be joyously happy.

Sarah noticed immediately that Bobbie Williams was a slightly
smaller duplicate of Andy, even to her hairdo.  When she
commented on it, Bobbie smiled warmly and said, "Thank you so
much, Sarah.  That is the nicest thing anyone could possibly say
to me.  Andy Taylor is my idol.  To say that, for me, the sun
rises and sets in Andy Taylor is true, but there is so much more.
 This woman truly saved my life.  Had it not been for her, I
would probably be dead right now, having died from having my
insides rotted out with sexually-transmitted diseases.

"You see, when I first met her, I was a prostitute who would do
anything with anyone for ever-diminishing amounts of money as
the... wear and tear, shall we say...? began to catch up with
me."

"What she doesn't say, though," Andy interjected, "is that I
almost killed her.  I brutally beat her for days, and degraded
her in every way my sick mind could conceive."  Andy shook her
head slowly and added, "Why she didn't kill me when she had the
chance is utterly beyond me."

Sally and Dave were just watching the exchange in utter
amazement.  Then Bobbie said, "I think you both know it, too. 
Andy Taylor is one of God's most perfect creations.  The only
problem was, though, that she was the only one who didn't know
it."

Then she smiled warmly at Sally and said, "I heard what you told
her a couple of months ago.  Kelly told me.  It was about time
someone told her off about how selfish she has always been.  Look
at me, for instance.  Would you believe it?  I literally had to
tie her down to be able to kiss her and thank her for all she has
done for me."  Looking up at Andy with her brilliant blue eyes
wide she asked softly, "Do I still?"

Andy said nothing so Bobbie put her arms around Andy's neck and
melted her lips to hers.  Sally gasped as she could see Bobbie
working her lips on Andy's and doing everything she could to
communicate the intense love for her that she always felt.  This
time, it was Andy who was reeling when Bobbie slowly released
her.

Then, with a little grin, Bobbie said softly, "That didn't hurt
so much, did it?"  Then she added in a whisper, "I adore you,
Andrea Pierce Taylor."

The young people went into the living room.  All of the women,
including Bobbie Williams, helped with the serving.  As soon as
David and Sally were seated, Andy came over with a small silver
tray holding two champagne flutes.  Offering the wine to the
couple she said with a little grin, "It's about time you both
learned something: a man's cum, and a woman's love-juices wash
down beautifully with champagne.  We have found that Dom Perignon
is best."  The two took sips and agreed it was marvelous.

They found themselves sitting beside Kelly and Kevin Fitzpatrick.
 Kelly was almost bouncing on the sofa in suppressed excitement.
When Sally raised an eyebrow, Kelly grinned and said, "Sally,
earlier today, you asked me if there was something you could do
for me.  The answer is yes, and now I can tell you what it is:
Could... Would... Maybe, could you get Kevin and me... two
tickets to a... Giant's home game?  Could you?" she asked with
her eyes wide.

"Kelly Carmichael Taylor, I am ashamed of you!" Sally exclaimed.
"My God!  How incredibly greedy.  Not just one, but _two_ tickets
-- and to a _home_ game?  Good heavens, girl, do you realize for
how many years the Giants have been sold out at home?  Do you
have any idea how long the waiting list is?  I mean...  And
besides," she continued with a pout, "you didn't do so much.  All
you did was pound me into shape and make me make me into a lady
in sixty days."

Then she dropped the playacting, turned to Dave, and asked,
"Darling, could you get a pair of good season tickets?  I mean...
 Honey, do you like my body?"

"Are you kidding?" Wilson exclaimed.  "Darling, you are feminine
perfection!"

"Do you like the way I speak now?  Maybe you have noticed how
much softer my speech is?  How much more carefully I pronounce
words?  You haven't seen it yet, but my handwriting is beautiful
and ladylike, now, too.  Do you like me now, David?"

"I utterly adore you, Sarah Duncan," he replied.  Then he grinned
and asked, "But what does this all have to do with season
tickets?"

"Honey, Kelly made me what I am.  Honest!  She did.  Now could
you?"

David grinned and stretched.  Then he said, "What a coincidence!
Darling, you are an attorney, aren't you?"  Sally just nodded,
puzzled.  "Well, you see, on the day I met you two months ago, I
had fired my agent.  Honey, I don't have one now.  But the Giants
are on my back.  You see, they have offered me a $35-million
contract and want a decision.  I've been stalling them, telling
them I need to get a new agent first.  Sarah Duncan, will you be
my agent?  Will you represent me in contract negotiations?  Will
you see if you can get a couple of season tickets thrown into the
contract?  Will you?  Huh?"

Sarah leaped into his arms and again the two melted together with
increasing passion.  Finally they eased apart and Sally said, "I
would love to be your agent, my darling.  And believe me: I
_will_ get those tickets!"

Turning back to Kelly she said, "Kel, two tickets for a single
game are pretty tough.  How about a pair of season tickets,
instead?  Will you settle?  For your lifetimes, of course?"

Instead of replying, Kelly, who was already sitting across
Kevin's lap, merely wriggled her body against his torso and said
softly, "Darling, are you willing to settle?"  He just
enthusiastically agreed.

With the matter of the gift for Kelly taken care of, David was
able to reach into his dinner jacket, and remove the ring from
its tiny box without taking the box out of his pocket.  He
glanced at it -- it was a magnificent solitaire diamond -- then
just held out his hand and dropped it into Sally's.  "Here," he
said in the very flattest tone of voice he could manage.

Sally glanced at it but suppressed the delight she felt. 
Instead, she just looked at it curiously the way she might
examine the toy in a box of Cracker Jack and said, as casually as
she could, "Thanks."  She slid it on her third finger without
another word or any other reaction.

"Oh, that reminds me," Kevin said idly.  He, too, reached into
his jacket pocket, also produced an engagement ring, dropped it
into Kelly's hand and said, equally casually, "I almost forgot."

Kelly didn't even look at it.  Instead, she just slipped it on
her third finger and continued the conversation they had been
having.  Suddenly the four young people began to howl with
laughter.  The two girls threw their arms around their fiances'
necks and crushed their lips to theirs.

Bill Johnson and Nita were attracted by the howls of laughter. 
When he saw the ring on Sally's finger flashing in the light he
said, "Damn!  I knew I forgot something."  Fishing an engagement
ring from his pocket, he turned to Nita and also said in a flat
tone of voice, "Here."  When she held out her hand, he dropped it
into hers.

"Thanks," she said in an equally-flat tone, and slipped it on her
finger.  Then she changed completely.  "Are you sure, Bill?  Are
you really sure?  I will be your mistress, if you want.  But..."

"Darling, I have never been as sure of anything in my whole
life," he replied.  "I want you to be my wife.  Please say yes?"

"Oh Bill, darling, yes, yes, yes, yes, _yes!_  I adore you," she
replied with all of the joy she could express.  Then they joined
the other two young couples and the girls excitedly compared
their magnificent rings.

The last word was Sally's.  When the girls calmed down, she
turned to David and said, "This is lovely, darling.  But where is
the mink?"

When everyone howled with laughter, she looked around as if she
could not understand what they could possibly think was funny. 
Finally, she said, "What's going on?  What's so damned funny? 
All mistresses get a diamond and a mink.  I have the diamond. 
Now where's the mink?"

"But, Sally," David Wilson protested, "what do you mean, where's
the mink?  There _is_ no mink.  That's why I'm marrying you.  I'm
saving money!  Everyone know wives are cheaper than mistresses --
and I'm cheap."

In spite of her laughter, Sally still managed to kiss him.  It
was the strangest kiss they ever shared as they both were
laughing when their lips came together.

After a cocktail hour, Andy announced dinner.  When the group
assembled in the dining room, it looked utterly magnificent. 
Except for a low arrangement of red carnations, everything was
done in black and white.  Rather than separating the couples as
was often done at dinner parties, they were sitting together
except for Ellie and Sam who were sitting to the right of Jack
and Andy respectively.  When everyone was seated, Andy reached
out her hand to Sam on her right and David on her left and asked
the others please to join hands.

When they did, she bowed her head and prayed, "Dear God, we are
gathered here tonight as families to ask You to bestow Your
blessing on the young people gathered with us.  We beg You to
bless, to guide and to protect David and Sally, Bill and Anita,
Kevin and Kelly, and particularly the lovely woman who I tried so
hard to destroy, Barbara Cumings Williams, and her husband,
Terry.

"Dear God, I learned tonight that You have already blessed their
marriage.  I learned that already her belly is beginning to swell
with a small life growing as fast as it can in her lovely womb. 
Dear God, Jack and I are not worthy, but our friends are.  Please
make Your light to shine upon them, and let them join You at the
end of long and fruitful lives to be with You in Heaven for all
eternity.

"Finally, Oh God, please bless the tiny baby that is now growing
in my womb.  I know I am not worthy, but my infant is so small,
so vulnerable, and so innocent:  Please give him or her the
chance he deserves and the protection he needs.  I ask this, dear
God, in the name of your Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ..."

"Oh God!" Kelly prayed powerfully from her seat further down the
table.  "What You have just heard is a prayer from Your most
faithful servant, my mother, Andrea Pierce Taylor.  With my
father, Jack, they have set an example and a standard we cannot
come close to meeting, but in our trying, they force us to become
far better people than we would otherwise ever be.

"Her prayer was so typical of my mother, dear God.  There was not
one word about herself except to say she was an unworthy woman. 
But, dear God, Jack and Andy Taylor are worthy of all Your
blessings!  And it was so typical of my mother that we all learn
that she is expecting a baby when she says a prayer to You.

"Dear God, for my parents we pray:  Guide them and protect them;
make Your light to shine upon them.  Let them continue to serve
You with all of their hearts through long and fruitful lives here
on earth and then let them join You and each other in Heaven, in
happiness through all eternity.  We ask this in the name of your
son, Our Lord, Jesus Christ.  Amen"

Everyone around the table responded.  But before anyone could
move, a golden light appeared in a ring around all the heads at
the table.  Then it expanded to include the bodies and even the
table, itself.  As it grew brighter, it began to shimmer, but
continued to brighten until it was brighter than the sun. 
Suddenly there was an incredible flash, like a silent explosion,
and the gold exploded to cover the entire room.  Unlike the
previous times, though, the people did not lose consciousness. 
They just remained with their heads bowed as the golden light
seemed to drip from the ceiling onto their heads.

"Andy and Kelly, you asked God to make his light to shine upon
us.  I guess He just did," Sally said in a quiet and very
reverent tone of voice.  Then she turned, took David in her arms
and kissed him with all of her power.  Andy jumped from her
chair, ran down to Jack, sat in his lap and kissed him, while all
of the other couples embraced, too.

When Andy eased away from Jack's kiss, she kept her arms around
his neck and asked softly, "Do you mind, darling?  That I am
going to be a mother?  A real one, this time."

The look on Jack's face was the happiest and proudest she had
ever seen.  His face had answered her question before he opened
his mouth.  "My darling, I could not be happier and still live! 
I've said this for months: The fruit of your womb is going to be
a very special little person.  I really can't wait!"

When she returned to her seat, and congratulations had been
exchanged all around, the first course of a mixed fresh seafood
cocktail was served which included cold lobster, shrimp and
crabmeat, as well as raw oysters and clams.  It was served with a
magnificent grand cru Chablis.

After it had been consumed, instead of returning to the kitchen
to serve the second course, Andy sat and toyed with her wine
glass.  Then she looked up and said, "Oh, by the way, you three
couples are being married next Saturday."

When the young people spun around to look in her direction, she
had to put her hand over her mouth to try to cover her broad
grin.  Her first thought was that she really should have had a
camera at that instant -- the looks on their faces were
priceless.  "I wasn't going to tell you, yet -- I knew it would
only upset you -- but then I thought that Nita should tell
Bergdorf's that she wouldn't be in...  And hell, you might want
to get a new dress or something..."

"But... but Mom!" Kelly protested.  "How can we?  I mean, Kevin
and I have never even talked about it.  We need to find a place
to live..."

"You all will be living right here," Andy interrupted.  Then she
shook her head in feigned sadness and said, "Aren't you girls
aware of _anything_ around you?  Don't you know that there are
now three complete apartments here, in addition to Sam and
Ellie's?  Each has its own private entrance off the main elevator
lobby, but, of course, each is also a part of the whole house."

Andy extended her right hand and pretended to be preoccupied with
her manicure.  Then she spoke, almost as if she were talking to
herself, but in a voice that easily carried the length of the
room.  "It's just the well-known Andrea Pierce selfishness
manifesting itself again.

"First, of course, there was a remark made a few months ago: I
made it myself, I think.  Kelly and Anita are the ultimate in
decorating accessories: two incredibly beautiful young women who
are always running around the apartment naked."

Looking at Ellie, she said, "Do you realize, Ellen Duncan, what
Sally has done?  She has made it a perfectly-matched threesome! 
Did you ever notice that their voices naturally harmonize?  They
really do.  Then there is their laughter, their giggling, their
constant teasing, chasing each other all over..."

Then she grew serious and addressed the table, "Really, though,
it's their love.  I'm not sure that Jack and I could live without
it.  Their love for each other is so incredibly intense... 
Anyway, kids, what do you think?  Could you take it?  Your
apartments are all ready for you."

The reaction was one of consternation, but Jack and Andy finally
persuaded them that they were very serious.  The couples even
left the table to go and explore.  It was only then that Andy
showed Sally and David the location of the entrance hall and the
exterior door as well as the complete kitchen in the suite they
had just been in.

When they all returned to the dining room, David said, "Mrs.
Taylor, I don't want to be crass or anything, but how much is it?
 I mean...  My God!  That apartment, in a building like this --
forget the pool and the rest of the stuff -- would be at least
$10,000 a month.  I... I'm not sure we can afford it."

"That's a very good question, Dave," Andy replied, nodding her
head.  "Unlike some other people around here, I always knew you
had your head screwed on straight."  She looked thoughtful and
then said, "Jack and I have talked about it, and we really can't
afford to go more than... $1,500 a month.  Of course, that
includes meals, utilities...  You know -- all the usual junk.  We
would like to do better, but we have to pay Sam and Ellie, and
then there are three sets of you..."  She shook her head sadly
and said, "Dave, I'm afraid we can only afford to pay each couple
$1,500 a month."

"Something's wrong, Mrs. Taylor," David said, shaking his head. 
"I could have sworn you were saying that you were going to _pay
us_ $1,500 a month..."

"That's right, David," Andy interjected.  "We're sorry it's not
more, but with three of you, and with the baby coming...  Then,
of course, we have to cover the weddings...  That's why all three
of you are getting married at once.  This way we have to pay for
only one wedding and I get more mileage out of my
mother-of-the-bride's dress..."

She dropped her head looking dejected, and added, "I'm truly
sorry, David."

The young people finally realized that, in spite of the humor and
teasing, Andy and Jack were very serious.  They accepted the
offer in a flash, recognizing that it was a priceless
opportunity.  Moreover, all of the men had come to love Andy and
Jack deeply, and to love being in their company.

The final word on the subject was Sally's.  In a stage-whisper
that carried to the corners of the room she said, "David,
darling, just think!  You'll be sharing an apartment with the
vice-chairman of the board of PHA Construction and the Senior
Vice President -- Marketing.  Think of all the brown-nose points
you can make!"

Both Taylors howled with laughter.  They had come to realize that
Sally, in addition to being an outstanding lawyer, was also an
unbelievably talented comedienne.

Then Andy looked at Kelly and said, "Kelly, there is one more
thing that I guess your father and I should tell you.  Do you
remember your original arrangement?  If you were selected as New
York's debutante of the year, you would receive $250,000, plus
$25,000 per day for a minimum of four days service as Andrea
Taylor's slave.  Do you remember?"  Kelly was puzzled but nodded.
 "And haven't we already given you the money?"

Like Anita, Kelly had received $100 million on the day of her
adoption.  Kelly said as much to her mother, but was still
puzzled.

"Kel," Andy said quietly, "I am going to claim it, beginning on
your wedding day.  For the first four days of your marriage, you
will be my slave."  Then she widened her eyes and tried to look
very serious as she continued, "Darling Kelly, unlike your
sisters, Anita and Sarah, you are not yet twenty-one.  So your
father and I worry about you.  Accordingly, we will join you and
Kevin on your honeymoon to help with things...  Supervising your
defloration, for example.  A girl should be able to hold her
mother's hand at an important time like that.  And then, the
first time you take Kevin in your ass...  Darling, as we both
know, he is very large, and you are so terribly tight..."

Kelly didn't know if her mother was kidding or not.  She thought
she was, but could not be sure.  "Mistress Andy, I have said
repeatedly that the height of my ambition is to donate my beating
heart to you.  It should go without saying, therefore, that you
are welcome to anything less."  With a brilliant smile she added,
"I think it will be unbelievably neat!"  Then with a grin, she
added, "Where are you taking us, by the way?  I mean...  Well,
Mom, slaves don't pay their own way..."

Andy grinned and told her that they would be going out to
Kapalua.  "After all," she said, "PHA still owns it."

Again Andy went back to toying with her glass of wine.  While she
still seemed to be fascinated by it, she asked in a very
preoccupied tone, "Nita, you love the country, don't you?  I
remember you telling me how the best time you ever had in your
life was a summer spent with relatives on a farm upstate.  Do you
still like the country?"

"Mom, I adore it!  And Bill is a country boy, too, of course,
but..."  She just shook her head sadly and said, "Mom, I guess we
both made terrible career choices.  Bill's in advertising and I'm
in fashion, so we're sort of stuck here...  Or at least, stuck in
a major metropolitan area, and then it doesn't really make much
difference which one it is.  They are all pretty much the same --
and they sure aren't country."

Seeming to drop the subject, Andy looked down the table at Bobbie
and Terry Williams.  "Terry, what about you?  Do you like the
country?"

"I adore it!" he exclaimed.  Then he looked down at his own wine
glass and asked, "Mrs. Taylor..."

"It's still Andy, Terry."  she interjected.  "I really don't
answer to 'Mrs. Taylor' very well."

With a grin he continued, "Andy, do you know how Bobbie came to
be a prostitute in the first place?  She utterly adores you, you
know, but I think you like her a lot, too.  And you couldn't
possibly love a woman with no morals, could you?"

"Terry..."

_"Could you?"_ he repeated.  Andy just quickly shook her head. 
"I didn't think so."

Then Terry continued, "The reason she became a prostitute, Andy,
was that Bobbie was raped repeatedly when she was still in high
school.  She was trying to save her virginity for her husband,
but it was taken by a rapist.  When she was raped a second and a
third time, she said to hell with it, she might as well make some
money while she spread her legs.  Prior to that decision, she
ended up spreading her legs anyway, but was bruised and beaten
first.  Moreover, she concluded that her life was ruined.  That
no decent man could possibly marry her, so..."

Terry smiled at Andy and said, "The fact is, Bobbie and I have
been counting our pennies.  She's making a lot of money -- all
thanks to you and your friends -- and we've been thinking of
getting a place somewhere."

He grinned and added, "That's the nice thing about being an
artist.  Unlike poor Nita and Bill with their professions, we can
find something to paint almost anywhere.  But to your question:
Andy, I grew up in northern Maine.  I just adore the country --
northern New England is my favorite spot on earth.  But why do
you ask?"

"Terry, you were a SEAL," Andy continued without addressing his
question.  "Mike Morris tells me you were the greatest helicopter
pilot in the whole unit.  Is that true?"

Terry shrugged and replied, "The best?  I doubt that very much. 
I love to fly them, though.  And I guess I'm reasonably
competent."  He grinned and added, "Would you believe it?  I did
get a commercial helicopter license, and I guess it's still
valid.  But why do you ask?"

"That's terrific!" Andy exclaimed.  "Now we're all set.  Jack and
I bought a little place up in Vermont."  She continued and told
them that the "little place" was well over 1,000 acres in
northern Vermont.  It included almost all of a five-mile-long
lake that was fed by about ten trout streams on the property. 
The lake in turn drained south into a small river that emptied
into Lake Champlain.  "Anyway," Andy concluded, "I know Nita's
ambition is to have a lake and be able to spend all of her time
naked."

Looking at her daughter with intense love in her eyes, Andy said,
"Darling Nita, now you can."  Turning back to the Williams, she
said, "Terry and Bobbie, we would like to hire you as the
caretakers on the place.  It will mean you'll have to make your
home in northern Vermont, of course.  It _is_ only about three
miles from Mount Mansfield at Stowe, though.  There's a great
18-hole golf course there, too.  Although there's a lot of
forest, there's also room for stables and a pasture for the
horses...  Great fishing.  Incredible hunting..."

Looking at Bobbie now she said, "Barbara Cumings Williams, do you
think you would be willing to do it?  We can only pay you two
$5,000 a month.  Of course, that's on top of all expenses.  There
will be a jet helicopter, too, so you can get down here pretty
fast if you should ever want to."  With a warm smile, she added,
"To give birth to your wonderful baby, for example."

Barbara Williams was in a state of utter shock.  Then she said
softly, "Andrea Pierce Taylor, I said earlier that you were one
of God's perfect people.  When we sat down around this
magnificent table tonight, God literally shed his grace on all of
us.  With the tiny infant growing inside me, there are no words
for me to express the wonder, joy, and gratitude I felt for you.
But now, this!  You're making the dream of our lives come true. 
I'll be able to give birth and then we'll raise our children in
the sunshine and gloriously fresh air.  We will experience the
cycle of the seasons in all of God's glory.

"But Andy, I'm going to give birth to my child alone, in our own
home.  I want to experience the joy of feeling it move out of my
body.  I want to relish the pain, knowing that I am creating a
new life in God's image and likeness.  I want to wipe it off,
clean it, and nurse it at my breast.  Andy, there are no
words..."

With that she broke off into tears of joy.  Terry took her in his
arms and just held her tightly, knowing how happy his wife truly
was.  And since Bobbie was Terry's whole life and he, too, was an
artist, he shared her joy at the prospect of a lifetime in the
country of northern New England.

While he held Bobbie close, he said, "Andy, I can't tell you what
this means to both of us.  First, you saved Bobbie's life.  Now
you've made our life together in a way we couldn't have even
dreamed.  There are no words for us to express our gratitude to
you both."

Looking at Bill Johnson who had his arm around Nita's shoulder,
he said, "Bill, in a fast chopper, it will only be about an hour
or so from the East Side heliport to Stowe.  It will sure beat
the hell out of I-91!  Hell, you and Nita could even come up for
the evening during the week.  I don't know about you, but I can't
wait!"

"I can't either," Bill replied.  Then looking at Andy with tears
flowing from his eyes he said, "Mom, Nita is really a country
girl.  I can't tell you how incredibly happy you've just made
her.  Just look at her!  She is so damned happy, she still can't
even talk.

"But there's one more thing.  I guess I told you I was in the
Army.  What I never told you, though, was that I flew choppers. 
In fact, I was a pretty hot Apache pilot, and that's about as hot
a helicopter as exists."  Then he added, "Mom, I don't care what
it costs, Nita and I will pay it.  How much is it, by the way?"

This time Jack answered.  "It's our wedding present to you, Bill,
and to our darling daughter, Nita.  It's just a tiny token of our
love for you both.  And we hope you will accept it in that vein."
 Then he smiled warmly and added, "Incidentally, we have some
architects' sketches and some blueprints in the library for you
and the Williams to look at.  I think you'll both like them."

Then he reached out to Bobbie Williams, took her hand and said,
"Darling Bobbie, this is a tiny effort on the part of Andy and me
to try to make amends for the sickening things we did to you. 
Can you find it in your heart ever to forgive us?"

Bobbie jumped out of her chair, ran to Jack, and launched herself
into his lap.  She took his head in both of her hands, tipped it,
and then put her lips on his.  Working her lips on his, she
probed his mouth with her tongue.  When she found his, there was
a jolt of electricity as he felt the most incredible flow of the
purest love.  Bobbie tried her best to intensify her kiss and
then held it until she felt Jack go limp beneath her.

Only then did she release his face and move her lips away from
his.  She continued to sit on his lap and just looked closely at
his eyes which were now closed.  Finally, his eyes blinked
several times and then opened.  Focusing finally on hers, he
realized the intensity of the love shining from them.  "Can I
interpret that to mean that you forgive me?" he asked softly. 
Bobbie just grinned and nodded her head rapidly up and down.

The meal continued with a salad course followed by a roast filet
of beef, sauce Perigord, served with a magnificent Romanee Cont 
burgundy.  After the plates had been cleared, the people sat
around the table enjoying the magnificent wine.

When the conversation again became more general, Sally Duncan
spoke up for the first time.  Turning towards Andy Taylor at the
end of the table she said, "Mrs. Taylor, I think it's about time
we cleared the air around here."  Sitting up straight in her
chair, Sally looked exquisitely beautiful.  As Andy had been
doing earlier, now Sally was idly toying with her wine glass. 
She seemed preoccupied by the brilliant burgundy-red color.  The
people around the table watched her as she seemed to lose track
of what it was she had intended to say.

Still looking into her glass she said, "I guess all of you know
that I'm from Washington.  Most of you know I'm a lawyer.  A few
of you know I was in the Department of Justice, and a couple of
you know I was in the Civil Rights Division."

She paused for a few moments; now she had the undivided attention
of everyone around the table.  "However," she finally said, "none
of you know that I was -- am -- Assistant Attorney General of the
United States, and Director of the Civil Rights Division."  Again
she paused and added, "The reason I still am is that the Attorney
General refused to accept my resignation, so technically I'm on
an unpaid leave of absence."

She smiled wryly and continued, "I guess I'm too hard to replace.
 After all, being a woman and black, they can count me twice
against the quotas."  Pretending to look embarrassed, she
corrected herself, "Oops!  Affirmative-action targets!"  Looking
around the table with her eyes wide with innocence, she asked,
"Affirmative-action targets sounds so much nicer than quotas,
don't you all agree?"

Then, glaring at her father she said, "But Dad, why couldn't your
name be Garcia, or Hernadez, or something?  Then they could count
me three times.  And if a female ancestor had been raped by an
Indian and given birth...  Oops!  I did it again.  Raped by a
Native American... by the way, are you absolutely sure it never
happened?  I mean...  Really!  If that had happened, they could
count me against four separate quotas!" she said proudly.  Then
she blushed, shook her head and said, "Damn it!  I did it again.
Why do I keep saying quotas, when everyone knows they are
affirmative-action targets?"

"But that's not really what I wanted to talk about," Sally
continued.  "That was just some background."

Turning again to Andy she said, "Mrs. Taylor, I am violating my
sworn obligation if I do not turn you in.  Do you realize what
you do here?  Do you realize the degree to which you abuse
slaves?  Why, it's awful!  Now I admit slaves are property, not
people.  Furthermore, we only count as three-fifths of a person.
But that's better than nothing, isn't it?

"However, Mrs. Taylor, you abuse your slaves!  Take me, for
instance."  Now glaring at Andy she said, "Have you _ever_
allowed me to sleep on the kitchen floor?  Even once?  Haveyou?"

Andy had been thoroughly delighted with Sally's behavior that
night.  Over the previous two months she had been amazed at the
incredibly rapid changes the girl had made in both her body and
her attributes.  Working with Kelly, Sally had become as much of
a lady as either of her daughters.  The new element that she had
been seeing this evening was an incredible sense of humor coupled
with remarkable comic instincts.

Although she did not know where Sally was going, Andy delighted
in playing along.  "That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever
heard!" Andy exclaimed.  "Woman, do you know what skin oils do to
the wax on a kitchen floor? _Do you?"_ she demanded.  "And
besides...  You're wrong!  Slaves sleep on the ground outside the
kitchen door.  Hell, _everyone_ knows that!"

Andy raised her chin and sniffed, saying, "Can I help it if those
laws were passed before there were high-rise buildings?  Can I? 
We don't have a kitchen door, and there wouldn't be any ground
beyond it if we did.  You'll just have to continue to sleep in
the bed.  Besides," she sniffed, "an important part of your
duties is to provide warmth for Nita and Kelly with your body."

Now Sally was elated.  As she had suspected she would, Andy
immediately picked up on what she was doing and was playing along
perfectly.  Although it was a struggle, Sally was able to
maintain a straight face.  After appearing to think for a moment,
she glared at Andy and said, "Are you sure, Mrs. Taylor?  About
sleeping outside the kitchen, I mean?  Are you absolutely sure?"

Andy just slowly shook her head with an expression of utter
disgust on her face.  "Well, now I'm certain you work in
Washington!  All of you idiots down there are at least a day late
and a dollar short.  Woman, slaves have been sleeping outside the
kitchen for _over seventy-five years!_  What in hell is wrong
with you people!?"  While Andy glared and Sally pretended to look
distraught, the others around the table just howled with laughter
at the exchange.

"Well... okay," Sally replied reluctantly.  Then glaring at Andy
she added, "But you can be damned sure that it's the first thing
I'm going to check when I get back to Washington!"  She paused
for a moment and then shrugged.  "But that wasn't so important,
anyway.  How about food?  Slaves are entitled to their rice
ration.  We get one scoop of boiled rice a day. _Me?_  You make
me eat tournedos, filet of beef Wellington, grilled scampi..." 
Glaring at Andy she demanded, "Where's my rice!?"

Andy just shook her head in feigned disgust.  "Where it has
always been, you fool!  Right on the damned table."  Looking at
Jack sitting at the head of the table opposite, she said,
"Darling, are you _absolutely sure_ nothing can be done?  I know
about the disruptions in the slave trade, of course, but still...
 I mean there have to be higher-quality slaves available
_somewhere!_  There just have to be!" she wailed.

Then turning back to Sally she said, "I repeat: the rice has been
on the damned table!  Oh, well," she murmured, "slaves have never
been too bright."  With a resigned look on her face she asked,
"Is there more?"

"There sure is!" Sally exclaimed.  "Toilet facilities.  Now there
I have you cold turkey, Mrs. Taylor.  There's no way to squirm
out of this one.  Slaves get to use their own outhouse!" she
declared proudly.  But then glaring at Andy she demanded,
_"Where's mine?"_

"Oh, no you don't, slave!  You can't get away with that one,"
Andy asserted.  "What is _wrong_ with you, anyway?  Have you
never heard of the Environmental Protection Agency -- the EPA? 
Well, _have you?"_ she demanded.

Sally just nodded in the affirmative.

"Well!" Andy said petulantly.  "We tried.  But that _other_
collection of stupid bureaucrats wouldn't hear of it.  I told
them that it would just run down the side of the building and
down the storm sewer, but they claimed it would pollute _New York
harbor!_  Can you imagine anything more stupid than that?  One
dumb slave is going to add to the pollution of that... that...
open sewer!  But they were adamant."  Again Andy sniffed and
said, "So if you have a problem, it most certainly isn't with me.
 Is there anything else?"

"There sure is," Sally declared.  "It's the worst form of abuse
of all.  And the events today are a perfect illustration.  For
nearly an hour, Nita and Kelly were drinking at my source, and
like a good slave, I let them."  Now her eyes flared and Sally
appeared angry as she continued, "But then, did I get a turn? 
Hell, no!  And, Miss Andy, that is the worst form of torture of
all.  They let me go down on them just often enough to remind me
how gloriously clean and fresh, sweet and wonderful, their virgin
cunts truly are.  But do they let me savor their sweetness? No!"

Now Sally began to cry but forced herself to continue, "Then just
a few hours ago, right before Mr. Wilson arrived, it was time to
get dressed.  Kelly did it all, including running her fingers
lightly all over my body.  But did she reciprocate?  Did she
allow me to caress her satin smoothness?  To feel her lovely
erect nipples on top of the most perfect pair of tits God has
ever created?  Did she?  Hell, no!"

She pretended to break down in tears with her head down as she
sobbed.  Then she jerked herself upright again and exclaimed,
"And lady, that is _really_ torture!"  At that she just grinned
and stuck out the tip of her pink tongue at Kelly.  Again,
everyone howled with laughter.

Then while the people were still laughing, and without saying
another word, Sally rose from the table and left the dining room.
 A few moments later she returned with a shopping bag in her hand
and a stack of papers in her arm.  After placing the papers at
her place, she opened the bag, walked around the table, and gave
a long well-oiled whip to each of the men, beginning with Jack
Taylor.

While the men looked at the whips in amazement, Sally completed
her task, ending by giving her last whip to David Wilson. 
Fortunately, even though she had no advance knowledge that Bobbie
and Terry Williams would be with them, she had purchased a spare.
 After repeating the circuit, this time giving a sheaf of papers
to each of the men, she sat down again at her place.

"As I said at the outset, I am Assistant Attorney General for
Civil Rights.  Being a woman, I am, of course, very interested in
the fifty-two-percent minority: women."  Sally paused, looked
thoughtful for a moment, and then interjected, "How did that
happen, I wonder?  Of course, it's a well-known fact that lawyers
can't handle arithmetic -- except for calculating their 40
percent of a judgment, of course -- but how can 52 percent be a
minority?"

She shook her head, apparently baffled, but continued her
original line of thought.  "Anyway," she said, "I'm very
interested in women and their rights.  Accordingly -- and
recognizing that several of us will be getting married soon..." 
Again she stopped, grinned at Andy and interjected, "Until a few
minutes ago, I had no idea just how soon!"

"But anyway," Sally continued, "Women's rights.  The papers I
just passed out contain the definitive decision on the subject
handed down by the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court.  To the
Court's decision, I have added my own annotations, as well as
several additional decisions.  You see, the court discusses in
detail the degree to which a husband has the right -- indeed, the
duty -- to beat his wife in order to maintain good order and
discipline in the household.  But at the same time, the Court
recognizes that a beating can easily be overdone and become
spousal abuse."

Sally paused and glared at each man around the table, then
continued, "Please keep in mind that this decision was handed
down before there was a Civil Rights Act.  And also keep in mind
my position."  Again glaring at the men she said, "I am going to
make it my business to ensure that these poor women are not
brutalized."

Turning to Andy she said, "For example, Mrs. Taylor, although it
is certainly arguable, it is my belief that the torture frame you
have in the exercise room is beyond the limit!"  She nodded her
head firmly and continued, "It's certainly close, I will admit,
but in my professional judgment, it goes too far."

She stopped and looked around the table, then went on, "What this
dwelling needs is a plain, old-fashioned whipping post.  One
could easily be installed on the pool deck.  When Mr. Taylor
disciplines you, he should not use those leather cuffs, either. 
A few turns with a good strong rope around your wrists should be
perfectly adequate.  Then, although it's not strictly necessary,
my department is coming around to the point of view that a wife
may require her husband to alternate his whippings between her
back and her breasts.  Nipples may be whipped, of course, but the
husband must remember that if his wife ends up unable to nurse
the babies, it could get _very_ expensive."  Sally nodded her
head firmly and announced smugly, "He might even need to buy a
cow!"

"Now why, you might wonder, is your frame illegal?  I admit, it
is new and obviously quite expensive.  I will further admit that
such frames were not known even to exist 200 years ago by the
settlers in New England."  She looked thoughtful and added
pensively, "My research indicates that they were developed in the
Middle Ages and later used extensively by the Inquisition.  In
general, though, they were never commonly used in the Colonies;
they were restricted to the Spanish possessions.  Again, why is
it illegal?  Well, first of all, we must remember that there is a
very strong -- if indistinct -- line between discipline and
torture.  A whipping on the back is certainly acceptable.  The
buttocks, as well.  Of course, they are more often spanked.

"Spanking, of course, does not even enter into this discussion. 
Spanking a wife is not only normal and expected, it is a
husband's duty.  In fact, the judge comments -- favorably, I
might add -- that there are many men who schedule a certain time
each week -- Saturday night, after dinner, for example -- to
spank their wives whether they need it or not."

Looking almost triumphant, Sally continued, "Now those men truly
love their wives!  Each week they demonstrate their high regard."
 Again, Sally's facial expression changed and she continued her
original line of thought.  "But back to the frame.  What's wrong
with it?  Well, for openers, being whipped on the inner thighs
and in the cunt is, I believe, beyond the pale."

Looking around at each of the men again, she held up her hands,
seeming to hold off their objections, and continued, "Now I admit
that there are occasions when a wife has been so terribly evil --
overcooking prime ribs of beef, for instance -- that a normal
whipping is just not adequate.  But I warn you, if you whip your
wife outside these guidelines, you better be prepared to have a
particularly good reason or you'll be in big trouble.

"Now, I sincerely hope you study the decision I passed out to you
very carefully.  In it, there is a schedule of punishment strokes
the court held to be appropriate for the circumstances defined. 
For example, a poorly-cooked meal is worth ten strokes with the
whip."  Looking around again, Sally seemed to be striving for the
men's comprehension as she added, "Please remember, these are
only guidelines rather than hard-and-fast rules.  I mean, if she
really _ruins_ a meal, twenty or twenty-five would be
acceptable."

Then, with a note of triumph, she said, "Now, about the whips
themselves which I gave to each of you.  These are the largest
whips specifically cleared by the Court for use in disciplining
wives.  Remember, though, again we're talking guidelines, not
rules.  These whips are completely legal."

Looking around the table proudly, she interjected, "And some of
you people don't think the government does anything of any value.
 Hah!  These have been carefully tested.  If you look at the
butt, in fact, you will see that it has been CPSA (Consumer
Product Safety Administration)-certified.  So there!"  After
looking around the table proudly, she continued, "At the other
extreme, thirty-foot bull whips have almost always been held to
be abusive.  Now where, you may wonder, is the line?  Well, there
is, of course the usual gray area in the law."

Looking around at the men, this time she picked on Jack and
asked, "Mr. Taylor, let me ask you: Seriously, don't you think
that the ten-foot whip you're holding in your hand should be
adequate to maintain Mrs. Taylor's love and devoted attention? 
After all, you're quite strong and that whip will always draw
blood.  Can't you live with that?  Used regularly, I guarantee
that Mrs. Taylor will always carry the visible marks of your love
on her body to proudly display to all of her friends as evidence
of your love and caring."  With her eyes wide she asked, "Now I
ask you: Is it really necessary to be abusive?"

Jack just shook his head in disgust.  "Damned Washington
bureaucrats!  Why, in the name of heaven, do you people have to
inject yourselves constantly into private matters?  Is there no
right to privacy?  I thought Mr. Justice Brennan found one in the
emanations from the penumbra of the Constitution, or something."
He quickly thumbed through the pages of the court decision and
finally said with poor grace, "But hell, I guess you can't go
through life always fighting City Hall.  I'll try it, but I am
certainly not going to like it."

Then he glared at Sally suspiciously and asked, "Are you sure
about the marks, though?  Absolutely sure!?  Because I don't know
what Andy would do without the stripes on her body."  Then his
face fell, and he shook his head sadly.  "She'll be so upset,
though.  You can't believe how proud she is to be able to show
off the cuts on her inner thighs and cunt.  Her friends are so
jealous!"  He grinned and continued, "The way they are achieved,
though, is our secret.  But it absolutely drives her friends
crazy!  They have no idea..."  Again he shook his head and
muttered, "Without using the frame, I just don't know..."  Then
he looked up and asked, "But, Miss Duncan, what about that
whipping-post thing?"

"I'm glad you asked, Mr. Taylor," she replied, "because there is
something I forgot to mention.  I said you should secure your
wife's wrists around the post before you whip her.  However, I
forgot the rest.  You see, it is not only appropriate, it is
really necessary for you to leave her tied to the post for an
hour or so after the discipline.  This allows her time to reflect
on her shortcomings and think of how she can make herself into a
better wife for you in the future.  But more than... about two
hours... begins to become abusive.  And if you leave her tied
there for more than six hours -- particularly if it is a hot,
sunny day -- you have clearly crossed the line.  Do you
understand?"

Jack was fighting to try to maintain a straight face, so all he
could do was nod.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor," Sally acknowledged.  Then to the other
men she said, "Now remember what I just said.  I will be keeping
an eye on you.  The rule is: Discipline?  Of course.  It is not
only expected, it is virtually required.  Torture?  It is no
longer acceptable under the Civil Rights Act," she said proudly.
Then, while glaring at the men around the table she added, "And
just remember: We will be watching!"

With that everyone around the table began to howl with laughter.

Feigning amazement, Sally looked around the table with her eyes
wide, apparently wondering what the people could possibly think
was funny.  Bill Johnson was the first to control his laughter
and said, "Miss Duncan, are you willing to answer a few
questions?"  When she very seriously nodded her head -- and
quickly winked at him -- Bill continued, "About these rules and
guidelines and things:  Just how rigid are they?  For example,
Nita and I have talked about it...  All couples should settle
these matters before marriage, don't you agree?"

With her eyes wide, Sally solemnly nodded her head again and Bill
continued, "Well, Nita is in women's fashions, and you know how
they are.  I mean...  You never know what part of her body a
dress might expose.  So anyway, she wants me to whip her in her
cunt.  That way, regardless of how the dress is designed, she
won't have bloody stripes showing on an exposed part of her body
that might distract a customer's attention from the dress.  But
now you're telling me I can't, so..."  Bill just slowly shook his
head and looked very sad.

"Bill," Sally exclaimed, "that's a wonderful question!"

Then glaring at the others she said, "Now this should be an
example to all of you people.  Bill and Nita are obviously taking
matrimony very seriously."  Turning back to Bill, she replied,
"I'm very glad you raised that question.  You see, what I tried
to stress was that these are not hard-and-fast rules.  Rather,
they are guidelines.  In your case, I see absolutely no reason
why you and Nita could not execute a prenuptial agreement
specifying that Nita's discipline will be administered in her
cunt."  Then she smiled brightly and added, "Now wasn't that
easy?"

"Oh, darling!" Nita exclaimed to Bill.  "You're _so_ thoughtful
and now I'm so happy.  But darling, you will be sure to whip my
clitoris when I am really bad, won't you?  It will confirm me in
my love for you and will be so wonderful..."  Then with a joyous
look on her face she added, "Bill, just think!  With the blood
from the cuts in my cunt, it will be as if you're taking my
virginity again.  And the pain of your entry into my worthless
cunt will be so much greater, too!"

With her eyes as big as saucers, she was bouncing on her chair in
eagerness.  The couple rolled their eyes at each other but
managed to suppress their laughter.

Other people around the table then joined the game, coming up
with ever-wilder situations to ask Sally about.  It became a part
of the game to see how wild a situation could be described while
maintaining a straight face.  Sally Duncan proved to be the best
of them all at that.  Regardless of how outlandish a question
might be, she always replied with her eyes wide and with a
completely straight face.

As the little game was visibly winding down, Terry Williams
brought it to an end when he pointedly looked at his watch and
said to Bobbie softly -- but loudly enough to be heard by
everyone, "It is Thursday night, Barbara."

"Of course it is, dear husband," she replied.  Then to the others
she said, "I'm sure you won't mind, but it is that time."  With
that, she stripped off her dress and then her bikini, and
carefully laid them over the back of her chair.

Standing up straight she said, "Husband, it is Thursday night." 
Then her eyes widened as she continued, "I realize that I'm
almost two hours late, but I hope you won't add more than five
strokes for that.  Please?"

As she stood in front of Terry, Bobbie Williams was female
perfection.  With all the time spent in the tropic sun, her hair
was identical to Andy's -- a magnificently wavy golden cap.  Her
body was utterly superb with an all-over deep golden tan.

Looking around at the others, Bobbie's eyes were wide as she
explained, "Mr. Williams and I have a regular routine we go
through each week.  I so hope that you'll bear with us."  Then,
with an expression of disbelief she added, "Would you believe how
wonderful my dear husband is to me?  Why just last week, in the
transport of my cuming, I called him Terry!"  She nodded her head
firmly and repeated, "I really did.  And do you know what?  He
only added a mere five spanks for excessive familiarity.  Isn't
he wonderful?" she asked with a warm sigh.

Turning to face Terry, she cupped her breasts in her hands and
said, "Mr. Williams, these are my tits.  Already I can feel them
beginning to swell.  Soon they will be laden with rich, warm
milk, and my nipples -- now small and pink -- will enlarge and
turn brown.  Then our baby will take its nourishment from my
body.  Dearest husband, it is a result of your seed taking root
in my worthless womb."  Then she lowered her hands and ran her
slender fingers over her flat abdomen.  "Soon, my husband, I will
begin to swell as the tiny infant in my belly needs more space in
which to grow.  I can hardly wait."

"Wife, for getting with child, I shall deduct ten strokes.  You
have pleased me."  But then he raised an eyebrow and asked, "But
what is your normal time for swimming 200 meters?"  Bobbie looked
frightened and did not reply.  When Terry glared at Kelly, she
told him that it was between 2:30 and 2:45, but never as long as
three minutes.

Looking back at Bobbie, he demanded, "Woman, did you cheat?  How
could I have beaten you?  I have never swum 200 meters _as fast
as three minutes in my life!"_  He glared at her and she dropped
her chin.  Tears began to flow from her eyes.

"And another thing," Terry continued, "why was your sheath so
tight for my weapon?  I thought I was marrying a woman with
experience.  I thought I could enter her with ease.  But is that
what I got?  Hell, no!  You might as well have been a... a... a
frightened virgin, for heaven's sake!"  Glaring at her he said,
"Woman, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Bobbie raised her head up straight.  In spite of her tears still
flowing she said, "Husband, I tricked you."  But then, her eyes
widened as she wailed, "But I only wanted to be your mistress! 
Perhaps your concubine.  But your wife?  Oh, dear Mr. Williams,
that was an outcome beyond my wildest dreams."  Then she said, "I
don't know why I am so tight, dearest husband.  I know!  I shall
stretch myself to be able to take you more quickly and easily
inside.  Won't that be good?"

Then she picked up the whip Terry had dropped on the floor, gave
him the butt, and then moved towards the corner of the room. 
There she stood with her arms behind her the way she would appear
if she were tied with her back to a whipping post.  The backward
extension of her shoulders forced her breasts outward, making the
beautiful half-globes appear even more prominent.

"Husband," she said softly, "clearly, a spanking is not adequate
this evening.  I must be whipped.  Although there is no whipping
post here, I will pretend that there is one.  But Miss Duncan has
also said that a wife has the right to chose where she is to be
whipped.  I chose to be whipped across my breasts.  I want to
watch the whip descend and see the beautiful cuts open on my
body.  Are you ready to discipline me, husband?"

With the whip in his hand, Terry rose from his chair.  After
snapping it once, he went to Bobbie and asked, "Wife, are you
well secured in that position."  Bobbie had her hands clasped
behind her and just nodded her head.  Then Terry bent over and
kissed her.  When she moved to put her arms around her, he
reminded her that she was securely tied.  Sally and David were
holding hands as they watched.  When they saw the couple's lips
meet and could see the electricity flow between them, Sally
squeezed David's hand as hard as she could.

Gently, Terry Williams disengaged his lips, but then began slowly
and gently to run his hands all over his wife's glorious body. 
Her nipples, turgid to begin with, began to vibrate with her
excitement.  When he touched one ever-so-gently with his hand,
Bobbie screamed involuntarily, her loins began to buck, and her
vaginal juices began to run down the inner surfaces of her
thighs.

Pretending to take a knife from his pocket, Terry then moved as
if to cut her bonds.  "Wife," he said softly, "you are free.  But
don't move.  Just remain there."

Picking up her discarded lace bikini, he knelt down and asked her
to step into it.  When she did, he positioned it at her hips and
carefully smoothed it over her magnificent body.  Then he
repeated the process with her white dress.  Now fully dressed
again, Terry lifted her up in his arms, carried her to his chair,
and sat down with her across his lap.  As he held her tightly,
for the first time Sally realized Terry was crying.

Then he lifted his head, looked at Andy, and said, "Andrea Pierce
Taylor, thank you for all of the happiness you have already given
me, and the far greater happiness I have to look forward to.  You
have given me an angel as my wife."

Looking at Sally he said, "I can't even play the game anymore. 
Sally, many of the people around the table tonight know what
happened, but I'm quite sure neither you nor David do.  You see,
Andy Taylor remade a prostitute."  Then he told of meeting Bobbie
in art school at a time he was suffering psychosomatic paralysis
of both legs.  He told of seeing Mike Morris again, and its
aftermath.

"However," he continued, "it has only been in the last few weeks
that I learned what really happened.  I went back to the VA
hospital where I had been going for treatment.  The doctors there
were utterly amazed.  Although they suspected the psychosomatic
nature of my problem, they told me that even when the cause is
removed, the muscle and nerve atrophy usually turns out to be
irreversible.  In other words, they expected me to be confined to
a wheelchair for the rest of my life, regardless.  Then they
asked me what had happened.

"Not knowing anything about it, I mentioned Bobbie.  The senior
orthopedic surgeon looked at me and asked, 'Do you mean Barbara
Cumings?'  Then I learned that the reason he knew her was that
she had learned how to treat my problems.  She became -- the
doctor's words -- the nation's outstanding physical therapist
specializing in atrophied muscles and nerves.

"Not knowing anything about anything, I looked surprised and told
him that Bobbie had worked on me for a minimum of four hours a
day, every day for weeks.  He could not believe it.  First, he
pointed out, no one could possibly be that physically strong. 
Then he told me how much strength it takes and how tiring it is
to exercise a man's legs.  'That's why,' he said, 'sessions are
never longer than fifty minutes.  No therapist is nearly strong
enough to work longer.  A full work day for a specialist like
that is two 50-minute segments -- and very few can even do two.'

"But Bobbie could -- and did!  While she worked on me she told
me, in detail, of every sexual encounter she had ever had in her
life.  I heard her confession while she worked on my legs." 
Looking at Andy he said, "I'm sure you noticed how much like you
Bobbie is."

With a little grin he added, "I'm going to have to watch her
carefully, though, because I'm sure that one of these days she's
going to put herself on a rack to try to stretch her frame three
inches so she can be five feet eight, too."  He kissed Bobbie's
nose and continued, "I keep telling her that at six feet, I'm
three inches shorter than Jack, too, but I'm not sure that cuts
any ice."

He hugged Bobbie tightly and continued, "Tonight, God Himself
shed his light upon us.  Frankly, I'm not surprised.  Awhile ago,
I was kidding Bobbie both about having been a prostitute and
being tight inside.  I am convinced that it was God Himself who
did it.  He has now blessed us with an infant growing as fast as
it can inside her perfect body."

Looking at Andy, his tears were now flowing in twin streams, as
he said, "You saved this woman's life, Andy Taylor.  Everything
she is and does, Bobbie claims to owe to you.  And do you know
what?  She is absolutely right.  You're an angel come to earth. 
And now?  A place in Vermont!"

Terry's tears had stopped flowing.  Now his voice became strong
and his eyes burned into Andy's as he continued, "You saved the
life of one of the most wonderful girls in the world, Andy
Taylor!  You did."  Then he shook his head slowly and added,
"There is one carry-over from Bobbie's days as a prostitute,
though.  That is her skill in bed."  Now focusing on Bobbie, he
said, "Woman!  Which is it?  Are you trying to destroy me, or are
you trying to make me destroy myself?  Which is it?"

Bobbie wrapped her arms around Terry's neck, put her face against
his and said softly, but in a voice loud enough to be heard
around the table, "I'll never tell!"  Then she moved her head
just far enough away to be able to focus her eyes on his and
added, "But you're very perceptive, my husband.  I will give you
a hint.  The answer is one of the two you guessed."

Gently, he moved Bobbie's head aside just enough to be able to
see Sally and asked, "All right, Miss Assistant Attorney General!
 My wife has just admitted to trying to destroy me.  Now what is
the authorized punishment for that!?"

Tears were flowing down Sally's cheeks as a result of hearing the
incredible story.  "Punishment?" she asked.  "That's simple.  You
will have to put up with dozens of blue-eyed, golden-haired
children in assorted sizes.  You will have to take them fishing
and hunting.  You will have to teach them to swim.  You will have
to introduce them to wildlife.  You will have to take them
skiing, and play golf with them.  You will have to watch your
wife holding a tiny baby as its hands reach out for her golden
tit, so that it can nurse on the sweetest, richest, most
nourishing food in the world, milk fresh and warm from Bobbie's
luscious breast."

Sitting up straight in her chair she concluded, "That, Terry
Williams, is the punishment you are authorized to inflict!"

At that Terry and Bobbie both broke down in tears and hugged each
other tightly while they cried with happiness.  Sally glanced
around and realized there was not a dry eye at the table as
everyone rejoiced in the happiness of this remarkable couple.

Andy looked at them and said, "Thank you, Terry and Bobbie. 
Never in my life have I been so moved."  Then to Jack Taylor she
said, "My darling, I think the place in Vermont is going to be
another selfish Andrea Pierce Taylor special.  Can you imagine
visiting and being in the presence of such incredible love?  Can
you?"

Bobbie turned on Terry's lap to be able to look at Andy and said,
"Andy Taylor, it was all you.  You are so good, so kind, so
generous..."  Then she grinned and added, "Of course, I will be
able to clean your clock on the ski slalom course.  I can hardly
wait!"

Conversation then focused on the new place in Vermont.  Terry and
Bobbie continued to be in heaven.  The thought of being able to
raise their children in the country, with horses, dogs, and cats;
to be able to fish and hunt; to be able to just hike and admire
the glorious changes of season was utterly overwhelming.  And on
top of everything else, they would be following their art careers
under the very best conceivable conditions.

Only when Andy and Jack led the way to where there was a
topographical model of the acreage, and people could actually see
it, was there a full appreciation of what they had.  There were
even architects' models and floor plans of a series of structures
on the property.  It was going to be utterly spectacular.  Bobbie
and Terry couldn't believe the spaciousness and facilities in
what was designated as their home.

As they were getting ready to leave, Bobbie made a move towards
the pool terrace.  When Andy asked her where she was going, the
girl replied blandly, "Home, Andy.  But why did you ask?"

"But, darling," Andy replied, motioning behind her, "the elevator
is out this way."

"That's okay," Bobbie said.  "The wind is from the right
direction, so Terry and I are just going to float home.  What do
we need an elevator for?"*Chapter 52*

The incredible dinner with all of its revelations had been on
Thursday, and all of the young people were scheduled to be
married a week from the following Saturday.  Before the weekend
was over, invitations had been conveyed and it was shaping up to
be a very large gathering.  Bill and Ali Clifford had made
arrangements to charter a plane because so many guests were
coming from the West Coast.

For Sarah Duncan, the subsequent few days were the most
remarkable of her life.  Not only was she now desperately,
head-over-heels in love, but she found that her lover was
generally considered to be one of the very finest athletes who
had ever lived.  Before they parted the evening of the party,
Sarah confirmed that David was serious about her becoming his new
agent.  As a result, with a lot of assistance from Kathy Carlson,
who, she learned, was the nation's foremost authority on contract
drafting, and Bill Johnson, she had prepared for her meeting with
the Giants' management scheduled for the following Tuesday.

When she told the Giants' general manager, Clyde Henry, that
David Wilson would be present at the meeting, he was shocked.  As
a standard practice, contract negotiations were handled between
management and the player's agent, with the player almost never
being present.  When Henry protested, Sarah pointed out quietly
that it was David's contract, and David's life.  With poor grace,
Henry acquiesced -- although really he had no other choice.

Sally approached the forthcoming meeting like a general planning
a military campaign.  And, like a military campaign, no detail
was overlooked.  Early Friday morning, for example, while still
lying in bed, she discussed her dress for the meeting with Nita.
Instantly understanding what was required, Nita called a friend
at Brooks Brothers.  Later that day the two young women went into
the store and Nita supervised the purchase of several outfits
that were the epitome of stylish female professional clothing.

While still in midtown, the two young women went to Bill
Johnson's advertising agency.  Their incredible beauty attracted
an immediate crowd.  When the word traveled that the brown-haired
girl was Anita Lucas, it seemed like every woman in the
organization wanted to see her.  Although she and Bill had been
working together for years, as a matter of habit all meetings
were held at Bergdorf's.  Nita had never visited the agency.

Somehow the word got out that Bill and Nita were to be married in
a week, and now it seemed that everyone in the entire agency
wanted to see her.  They were utterly dazzled by her poise,
beauty, and aplomb.  Even the women in the agency all agreed that
Bill Johnson could not possibly do better, although there was
some concern that she was too sophisticated and
socially-prominent for him.

When they first arrived, Bill was in a conference with the agency
president.  Learning that Nita was in the lobby waiting, he broke
free from the conference as soon as he could and rushed out to
greet her.  Then the handsome couple melted into each other's
arms in the most loving and passionate kiss anyone present had
ever seen.  Sarah covered her mouth to stifle a laugh when the
intake of breath of the people watching became audible.

When he reluctantly broke the kiss with Nita, Bill turned to
Sarah, cocked his head and asked, "Sally, since you're my
almost-sister-in-law, do I get a kiss from you, too?"

Only then did the bystanders really notice Sarah and her
incredible beauty for the first time.  She just grinned and
nodded her head rapidly.  Bill took her in his arms, tried to
replicate one of Andy's kisses of pure love, and did a remarkably
good job of it.

Easing away, Sally's eyes were gleaming as she said, "Thank you
so much, brother."  She nodded her head slowly and added, "Nita
really caught a live one.  Bill Johnson, I'm certain my sister is
going to make you very happy.  And having... seen... you, I think
you will be able to keep her entertained, too."

The spectators could not know that Sally had often seen Bill
drinking at Nita's source while she went down on him.  Both she
and Bill knew that she was referring to his huge cock and large,
cum-filled scrotum with its very large pair of balls.  The two
grinned at each other and simultaneously winked.

When he took the girls into his office, Sally explained what she
was looking for and why.  Bill grinned, instantly understanding
her information needs.  Coupling his knowledge of available media
information with her idea, Sally developed her information
request.  Then Bill called the agency's director of media
research.  When the woman came into his office, he quickly
explained what he was looking for.  The girl grinned and added
some additional points of her own to reinforce the story. 
Finally, she promised to have everything ready first thing Monday
morning.

On Monday morning, Sally went into the agency by herself.  Bill
and the director of media research were waiting for her in his
office.  After reviewing the director's data, Sally was elated. 
The data supported -- indeed, confirmed -- the case that she
wanted to make.  After thanking the woman profusely for her
weekend's work, the director withdrew.  She was replaced by an
art director who undertook to convert the data into a series of
easel cards which would be ready by six that evening.  He was as
good as his word.

In the meantime, Sally had consulted extensively with Kathy
Carlson.  After a series of faxes had crossed and re-crossed the
continent, Sally finally had a four-page contract which covered
all of the points included in the Giants' proposed 45-page
monster.  In addition, though, there was her own one-page
supplement to it.  Now she was all ready.

On Tuesday morning, David picked her up at the apartment at nine
o'clock to drive together over to the Meadowlands for a ten
o'clock meeting.  When he saw Sally, he let out a low whistle of
appreciation.  Wearing one of her new outfits, she was the
epitome of a top female professional.  When he winked and
squeezed an ass cheek, she just made wonderful warm noises deep
in her body.

Leaving the apartment building garage, Sally was amused to find
that Dave drove a white Mazda 626 four-door sedan.  His one
concession to sportiness was that it had a sunroof.  When she
teased him about it, he just stuck out his tongue and pointed out
that no one ever hassled him when he was driving such a
pedestrian-looking car.  Moreover, unlike the very expensive
BMWs, Porsches, and Mercedes that his teammates drove, he didn't
have to worry constantly about car thieves and vandals.

"I love you very much, David Wilson," she said lovingly, "and I
even love your car.  There's just one thing..."  He glanced at
her, and quickly returned his eyes to the road.  Nevertheless, he
raised his eyebrow closest to her.  Knowing that she was
undoubtedly about to jerk his chain, he just waited.  "Darling,"
she continued, "when we're married, how will you ever be able to
fuck me in this?  There really isn't very much room."

With a completely deadpan expression on his face, he said, "The
back seat folds down flat.  Along with the trunk, it's almost
like a bed.  It won't be hard at all."

Sally howled with laughter, then gave his arm a loving squeeze.

As they drove through midtown Manhattan on the way to the Lincoln
Tunnel, they frequently had to stop at traffic lights.  Each
time, David looked across at Sally, and each time he shook his
head in wonder.  She looked so lovely and poised and yet, at the
same time he knew how intensely passionate she was and how funny.
 In just the last few days, he had come to adore her sense of
humor which, he found, asserted itself in the strangest ways and
at the strangest times.  Nonetheless, he loved it.

Reflecting on the upcoming meeting, he realized he was not
concerned about it in the least, in spite of how financially
important it was to him.  Then he realized that he had also
developed an appreciation for how brilliant a woman his fiancee
really was.  He was totally confident that she would represent
herself and his interests perfectly.

When they arrived at Giants headquarters and were ushered into
the conference room, it was apparent that Clyde Henry and his
people didn't know what to expect.  They were off balance at the
outset in trying to deal with a female agent.  Moreover, with the
exception of David Wilson, all of the top names in the NFL were
represented by a very small handful of very well-known agents. 
They were people with whom management was used to dealing.  In
general, each had his particular hot button which was relatively
easy to accommodate.

Sally Duncan, representing David Wilson, was a double-barreled
problem for them.  In the first place, David was critically
important to the team.  Second, she was a totally unknown
quantity.  They were very nervous.

* * *

Clyde Henry was on his feet when David Wilson was shown into the
conference room.  When he saw the woman with Wilson, Henry's eyes
widened in amazement.  She was the most incredibly beautiful
young woman he had ever seen.  At the same time, her dress was
the ultimate in female professional attire.  The woman gave him a
professional smile, and shook his hand.  Henry was surprised at
the strength in her grip.  To his surprise, she wasted no time
with small talk.  Instead, taking her seat with Dave Wilson
sitting beside her, she started right in.

"Good morning, Mr. Henry," she began.  Seeing his aides and
attorneys gathered around him, she smiled self-effacingly and
said, "To save your attorneys time in trying to find me in
Martindale-Hubbell, my name is Sarah Duncan.  They will find me
listed as Assistant Attorney General of the United States,
presently serving as Director of the Civil Rights Division of the
Department of Justice."

A movement beside him caught Henry's eye.  Glancing over, he saw
that the Giants' principal outside counsel, Charley Wellington,
was looking aghast.  In fact, what had attracted Henry's
attention was his jaw dropping.  Wellington motioned to an
associate sitting beside him who immediately left the room.

"While we wait for your colleague to check me out, could we have
some coffee?" Sarah asked.

It was obvious that she was as much at home as the Giants'
management and advisors were uncomfortable.  Coffee was quickly
produced, and while it was being served, the associate returned.
Now he was as white as a sheet.  Obviously, he had fully
confirmed everything Sarah had told them.

"Well," Sally exclaimed brightly, "now that that's been taken
care of, we can begin.  First, the Attorney General has approved
my request to personally represent David Wilson in his contract
negotiations."

The Giants delegation exchanged looks among them.  This was
beginning as the strangest meeting of its kind any of them had
ever heard of, let alone participated in.

Reaching into her attache case, Sally first took out the 45-page
contract proposal the Giants had prepared and then took out a
stack of copies of her four-page substitute.  "Gentlemen," she
began, "I like the contents of your initial proposal.  On the
other hand, I really don't care for the way it was drafted. 
Don't you agree that 45 pages is a bit... excessive?  Anyway, I
took the liberty of redrafting it.  I'm sure you will find that
these four pages contain all of the significant elements in your
original.  At the same time, it eliminates a number of
ambiguities and -- I regret to say -- five separate pairs of
contradictions in yours."

Sally appeared reticent, yet tried to handle it professorially. 
Dave had his hand over his mouth to try to conceal his smile. 
Although the meeting had scarcely begun, his darling already had
management on the run.

"You know," she continued, "That's the real problem with these
huge contracts.  Inadvertently, one ends up with a clause on page
thirty-eight that contradicts an already-forgotten clause on page
four.  No one ever notices -- until, God forbid -- there is a
disagreement.  Then one says, 'You have to do thus and so.  Look
at page four.'  And the reply is, 'What do you mean my client has
to do thus and so.  Are you people blind?  Didn't you read page
thirty-eight?'  And so it goes."

Smiling brightly, she said, "Now why don't you just take a few
minutes, read it over, and digest it.  In the meantime, David and
I will amuse ourselves elsewhere.  Is there an office nearby we
can use while you do?"

A junior member of the Giants' negotiating team showed them to a
vacant office and then returned to the meeting.  Sally just
grinned at Dave and curled up on his lap.  While he proceeded
gently to run his hands over her glorious body -- he had been
watching her erect nipples move under her opaque silk blouse all
morning -- she concentrated on kissing him.

"Sally Duncan, you are an utterly incredible woman," he
whispered.  "And I love you so damned much.  But what, on earth,
could a woman like you possibly see in a guy like me?"

"See?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.  "David, that
is the wrong sense.  It's not see, it's feel!"  With that she
dropped her hand to his crotch, gently squeezed his sex, and
sighed lustily.  Then she looked at him seriously and said
softly, "David Wilson, I utterly adore you!  And I can't wait for
you to take me... and take me... and take me."

Then she just snuggled against his broad chest and -- to his
utter amazement -- promptly fell asleep.  When he realized that
she really was asleep, Dave just relaxed and enjoyed the
sensation.  Just taking a deep breath filled his nostrils with
the same exquisite fragrance that he remembered so vividly from
the dinner party the week prior.  He closed his eyes to reflect
on his good fortune, and almost immediately fell asleep, too.

Both were awakened by the same young man clearing his throat. 
Again, David was surprised.  Sally's eyes opened instantly and
they were both clear and alert in spite of her having been in a
deep sleep just an instant before.  Moreover, she was not
embarrassed in the slightest at being found sitting on Dave's
lap.  She just stretched her arms -- doing wonderful things to
the front of her blouse -- and then jumped to her feet.  The
young man was again amazed.

When they had again taken their seats at the conference table,
the first question was from the lawyer, Wellington.  He agreed
reluctantly that her draft did, in fact, cover all the points in
four pages that he had drafted in forty-five.  Moreover, he found
at least two of the contradictions to which Sally had referred
and was both embarrassed and chastened.  Then he said, "Miss
Duncan...  Is it Miss, by the way?"

"Until Saturday, Mr. Wellington, it is, indeed, Miss," Sally
replied with a warm smile that melted him to the chair.

It took a few moments to recover enough from Sally's smile for
Wellington to recollect the point he had intended to make.  Then
he remembered and said, "We have only one question:  You refer on
the fourth page to a supplement incorporated by reference, but we
couldn't find it.  What is it?"

"Before responding directly, Mr. Wellington, can I first assume
that you have no problems with the contract as it stands, and as
far as it goes?  I would like to settle that first."

He agreed, so she went back into her case, brought out a stack of
copies of the supplement and passed them out.  Wellington and
Clyde Henry read just a few words and both of their jawsdropped.

The single page was a legal masterpiece.  Both Sally and Kathy
Carlson had been delighted with their handiwork.  In less than a
single page, it did three things: First, it raised Dave's
compensation from the $35 million in the first contract to $50
million, still over a five-year contract period.  Second, it made
the contract "evergreen," that is, at the end of each contract
year it automatically added an additional year on the back end,
so in the second contract year it still had five years to run. 
This situation continues until and unless either party gave
written notice, as specified, of intent not to renew, at which
time it would expire five years later.  Third, it specified that,
regardless of any other terms of compensation, David Wilson was
to receive $1 million or 10 percent per year more in total cash
compensation, whichever was greater, than any other player in the
National Football League.

"Isn't that a lovely contract?" Sally asked happily.  "It takes
care of all sorts of messiness.  For example, it permits David to
concentrate on his football without distractions.  And since we
both _hate_ the negotiation process, we will never have to
negotiate another contract again.  Isn't that wonderful!?"  As
she looked around the table, she was as happy and as effervescent
as a cheerleader.

Clyde Henry was in a state of shock.  Finally he managed to say,
"But, Miss Duncan, it is utterly out of the question!  There's no
way..."

"Of course there is!" Sally interrupted.  She spoke to him like a
second-grade teacher addressing a recalcitrant student.  "The
money, for example.  Of course it makes David the highest-paid
player in the NFL, but that's only right, after all.  He _is_ the
league's biggest gate attraction."

When Henry objected, Sally took out one of the charts that Bill
Johnson's art director had prepared.  It showed attendance at
Giant away games and showed that the Giants -- with David Wilson
-- were the League's biggest gate attraction.  "Why even the
Patriots manage to fill their stadium when they play the Giants
-- even in a preseason game.  And do you know what they have been
averaging in a 62,000-seat stadium?  About 30,000, and less than
15,000 in the preseason.

"Beyond that, let's look at network television coverage.  Last
season, the Giants were the Fox or NBC national game _every
single weekend they played!"_

Taking out another chart, she showed how, beginning with the
Wilson years, the network coverage area for Giant games steadily
expanded until for the most recent two years, it covered the
entire country except for those markets in which there was a
local-game blackout in effect or if the local team was playing a
televised game.  Then she reviewed the TV ratings, highlighting
the tremendous jumps in ratings whenever a Giants game aired.

NFL TV doubleheaders were particularly enlightening.  Regardless
of whether the Giants played early or late, ratings jumped
dramatically.  Finally, she showed TV ratings charts for the Pro
Bowl game and showed how even its ratings climbed steadily when
Wilson was going to appear in the game.  A subsequent chart was
done in detail to show the in-game ratings by half-hour segment
and showed how the ratings dropped through the floor when Dave
completed his Pro-Bowl playing time and was taken out of the
game.

Henry was utterly stunned.  Finally he managed to ask, "Where did
you get this information, anyway?  It... It's highly
confidential!"

"It _is?"_ Sally exclaimed with her eyes wide with innocence. 
"But how can that be?  It's just the standard stuff available to
any advertising-agency media director.  How can you possibly
think of it as confidential?  Certainly, neither the Nielsen nor
the ARB ratings are in that category.  Good grief!  Ratings are
standard fare in the sports-television column that runs in almost
every newspaper."

Then she looked at him with her eyebrow raised and asked with an
impish little grin, "Come now, Mr. Henry, admit it.  You were
just trying to pull my leg, weren't you?"

Henry was in full retreat.  Finally, he had no choice.  "But we
don't have the money!" he wailed.

"Of course you don't," Sally replied sympathetically.  "That's
why I had these charts prepared.  It's very simple, really.  The
Giants will fund the basic $35-million contract you originally
offered.  The _League_ pays the rest!  Now isn't that a wonderful
idea?  And I'm sure they'll love it, too, given David's
undeniable value to every team in the league, as well as to the
networks, of course.

"Now why don't you just call the League office and tell them all
about it.  I'm sure they will just be delighted to help out,
particularly when you explain the advantages to them."  As she
finished, Sally was both very gay and as enthusiastic as any
cheerleader.

"Before you leave the room to call them, though, there's one
other thing for you to keep in mind.  And it shows how genuinely
considerate David Wilson is to both the Giants and the League. 
We want the only publicized contract to be the one you offered
him.  The supplement will be our little secret, shared only by
you, the League, and ourselves.  The very last thing David wants
to do is to start another round of contract escalations that
could wreck it financially for everyone.  There!" she ended
enthusiastically.  "Aren't we being thoughtful?"

Henry literally stumbled out of the conference room.  After a
series of telephone calls, some of which were multi-party
conference calls, he finally acquiesced.

"That's wonderful!" Sally exclaimed when everyone had shaken on
the deal and the contracts had been executed.  "Now I can
concentrate on Dave's real money: endorsements.  But don't think
we're not appreciative, because we certainly are.  With his
Giants' salary, his basic living expenses are now covered."

Then, with a warm smile, she added, "There's one more element
that's not a matter for the contract, but one in which I'm sure
you'll be interested.  You see, there has been some research done
recently that establishes conclusively that athletes perform
better after they have been... sexually satisfied... shortly
before their performance.  Now certainly David has performed
brilliantly on the field, but he most assuredly _has not_ been
sexually satisfied.  Now, however, I can assure you that he
definitely will be.  You see, Mr. Henry, I will personally be
taking care of that matter, and I really am a great piece of
ass!"

When she said the last words, she saw Henry's jaw drop.  Turning
to Dave, Sally asked, "Darling, why does Mr. Henry look so
surprised?  Although you haven't taken me..."  Turning back
towards Henry she interjected, "You see, Mr. Henry, unlike some
other women, I do not offer test drives."  Back to Dave, she
continued, "...don't you think I'm going to be great for you, on
my back in bed with my thighs spread wide...  Don't you agree
that I'm going to be a great piece of ass?" she concluded with
her eyes wide with innocence.

Instead of replying, Dave swept Sally out of her chair, sat her
on his lap, and proceeded to kiss her.  The incredible love the
two shared just flowed between them.  Meanwhile, utterly ignoring
the other men, Dave was running his long fingers all over her
body while he listened to the happy noises she was making deep
inside.

When they finally eased apart, Dave spoke, essentially for the
first time all morning, "You know, Mr. Henry, Sally is absolutely
right.  She really is a great piece of ass -- a real hot cunt, if
you know what I mean?  And a body?"  Dave just smiled, shook his
head slowly, and whistled softly.

"I'm a hot cunt!?" Sally exclaimed.  "Oh, David!  Do you really
mean it?  That's so wonderful!"  Again their lips melted together
in a passionate kiss while his hands roamed all over her
incredibly body.  Although all of the Giants' people were
standing around, neither was concerned a bit.

Clyde Henry and Steve Wellington just looked at each other in
utter amazement.  Never had they encountered a person like Sarah
Duncan.  Her dress, her speech, and her brilliant performance
that morning demonstrated that she was a highly-educated, and
highly-competent professional.  Her senior position with the
Department of Justice supported that assessment.  At the same
time, her speech and mannerisms were those of a socialite --
indeed, one who moved in the very highest, most elite social
circles.  But then there were the other things, such as her
enthusiasm and bounce of a cheerleader.

But then there were her face and body!  Without question, she was
the most beautiful woman either had ever seen.  Her face was
utterly beautiful with very refined, feminine features, and her
body was sheer perfection.  As they listened to her murmur
endearments, while Dave Wilson held her tightly, they heard the
sexiness and passion in her voice that aroused them both.  Then
they could see her -- totally ignoring the others in the room --
moving her body against Dave's.  Finally, they concluded in
whispers that she would, indeed, be able to ensure that Dave
remained sexually satisfied.

Finally the lovers reluctantly separated and Sally again faced
the others.  With her bright cheerleader face and attitude, she
said, "Isn't it about time we met with the gentlemen of the
press?  Dave and I saw the vultures gathering when we arrived,
and I'm certain they're waiting for an announcement."

When Henry just shook his head and asked if there was nothing she
overlooked, she replied casually, "Women are pretty good at small
details."  She had already taken care of both season tickets and
a skybox at mid-field, right next to the owners' own.

When they were ushered into the Giants' press room, the reporters
-- including two network TV crews -- instantly became alert.  The
cameras began to roll and the reporters -- both broadcast and
print -- listened attentively as Clyde Henry announced the
signing of David Wilson to a 5-year, $35-million contract.

While he was making the announcement, Sally was standing as close
to Dave as she could, seemingly for protection.  It was all Dave
could do to keep a straight face because the people who needed
protection were the Giants front office, and they needed to be
protected from her.  When the formal announcement had been read,
Henry announced that they would take questions.  First, though,
he introduced Sally Duncan as David Wilson's new agent.

The reporters moved in like sharks sensing blood in the water. 
Something about the session did not ring true.  First, it was
widely known that the Giants had offered Wilson a $35-million
contract, and it was this contract that they claimed he had just
signed.  The problem was, though, if things were as they were
professed to be, why was it that Dave and his agent appeared so
happy while the Giants management collectively looked like they
had just eaten something that was making them sick?

Without any prearrangement, the reporters began to concentrate
their questioning on Sally.  Not only was she brand-new to sports
agency, but she was very young.  Moreover, agents -- always on
the lookout for new clients -- were the ones who always stressed
how they had beaten up on management to force the owner to give
away the store.

Accordingly, the senior writer for the _Times_ identified himself
and asked, "Miss Duncan, why do you appear so happy?  After all,
your client only received what the team offered in the first
place?"

"Mr. Carson," Sally began.

"The name is Jack," the reporter said with a warm smile,
absolutely enchanted by her beauty.

"And my name is Sally," she replied with the warmest, happiest
smile he had ever seen.  She continued, "Jack, do you realize how
much money Dave is going to be making?  Do you realize, that if
he played sixty minutes of every game it would total 960 minutes
in a sixteen-game season.  But since he only plays offense, not
defense or on special teams, he certainly does not play nearly
sixty minutes.  But _if he did_ his compensation would be greater
than $7,000 per _game minute!_  Now I ask you, don't you think
$7,000 a minute is adequate?

"But there's more," Sally continued.  "What about the other
players?  There is only so much money, after all, and Dave can't
do it all by himself.  Take his line, for example.  Last year,
Dave's longest run from scrimmage was seventy-six yards on an
outside run to the left.  Do you remember how he did it?  Jim
Burt, his right guard, pulled on the play.  Jim took out the
right defensive end, the defensive tackle, and the right outside
linebacker _on a single block!_  Jim took out the tough guys, the
tight end took out the corner, leaving Dave with two more
blockers with nothing to do but cream the safety!"

She grinned, shook her head and said, "Good heavens!  My
grandmother could have scored on that play -- and she's in a
wheelchair!  Dave scored the touchdown, but it was Jim Burt's
play.  And that is only a single example.

"Let's face facts:  If there is not a good line that is really
doing its job, Jim Brown, himself, or Walter Payton, would have
gone nowhere.  Dave needs these guys and they need to be paid,
too.  Do you know what we talked about this morning?" she asked
rhetorically.  The reporters just shook their heads.  "We talked
about the money left for the other players, and particularly the
compensation of the offensive line.  Dave _needs_ these guys.  He
_loves_ these guys!  They are the ones who make him look good
week after week after week.  We know it, we appreciate it, and we
certainly want it to continue.  That's why we're so happy this
morning.  We are confident that it _will_ continue and the line
will be well taken care of.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do, Sally," Jack Carson replied thoughtfully.  "But you
are something else.  Never in my career have I heard an agent
acknowledge that her client wasn't the whole team.  Yet we have
just heard you say that, behind the Giants' offensive line,
almost anyone would look good.  Is that really what you meant to
say?"

"Not quite," Sally responded with a grin.  Grinning up at Dave
she said, "After all, he does have to run by himself.  And I
guess he can move.  Why is David Wilson so damned good?  It's
because he's so quick, so powerful, and so fast.  Take the
linemen, for example.  Jim Burt knows that if Dave is coming
through, he just has to brush his man.  He knows that Dave will
be by them in an instant.  That's why, so often, the guys get two
blocks on a single play.  They will brush the guy across from
them and then take on a linebacker.  Then Dave is gone.

"That's another thing: his speed.  They all know that Dave _is
not_ going to be caught from behind.  If he gets by, _he's gone!_
 And if there isn't another defender beyond, he's going all the
way -- on any play, from anywhere on the field.  Whether it's one
yard, ten yards, or ninety, if he's by, he's gone."  Then she
grinned and added, "And you know what?  Running in all that heavy
gear is tiring.  It really is.  Don't you think he's worth his
$7,000 a minute?"

At that Dave turned her around, took her into his arms, and
melted her with a kiss.  Totally ignoring the reporters and TV
crews, Sally worked on his lips with all of her passion and love,
while she wriggled her body as close to his as she could get. 
When they finally eased apart, Carson asked, "What was that?"

Dave looked puzzled and then grinned.  "I'm sorry, Jack.  I guess
we forgot something.  Sally was introduced to you as my agent,
which she certainly is.  But she is also my fiancee, and on
Saturday will become my wife.  But in answer to your question, I
have been standing behind her, looking at her trim little ass and
wanting to hold her in my arms.  It's been a long time," Dave
said plaintively.  "Almost an hour already."

Then he stood behind Sally and wrapped his arms around her waist.
 She moved back as close to him as she could get and could feel
the bulge of his huge sex in her back as she did.  Dave
continued, "Jack, I guess the reason I look so happy is that I
have this woman to look forward to in my bed every day.  If that
isn't enough to make a guy happy..."  He just grinned.

Sally spun in his arms and kissed him as passionately as she
could.

The announcement was greeted with congratulations.  The Giants'
organization even served refreshments to celebrate the
announcement.  Finally, after another hour, the press conference
wrapped up.

As they were leaving the building, Dave said softly, "My darling,
you were utterly brilliant!  But what was all of that talk about
the offensive line?  I didn't even know you knew there was one."

Sally daintily stuck out the tip of her tongue and said, "David
Wilson, I know a great deal about football."  Then she told him
that over the weekend, between drafts of his new contract, she
had looked at the tapes of every Giant game from the previous
season.  "Darling, I hope I didn't overdo it," she said.  "But
that play of Jim Burt's was simply spectacular!  And honey, I'm
almost certain that it really does work that way: The linemen
block for you because they know you'll use their blocks and get
the greatest possible yardage on every play.  And they know they
don't have to hold a block for ten minutes waiting for you to get
to the hole.  They make you look good because you make them look
good, too."

Dave agreed with her and kissed her again.  "Know something,
young lady?" he asked.  She just shook her head and caused her
eyes to widen.  Dave thought she was the cutest thing in the
world.  "I love you so desperately, Sally.  Everything about you
is such utter perfection.  But the thing that's so great is your
brain and your sense of humor.  What I hear from you is never
what I expect.  You're just great!"

"Thanks a hell of a lot, David Wilson!" Sally cried.  "A great
personality!  What a kiss of death.  Who, in hell, ever wants to
bed a girl with a great personality?  Isn't that what you say
about a girl you've just fixed a buddy up with who's a realpig?"

By now the couple were out in the parking area close to where
Dave's car was parked.  Sally stopped suddenly and with tears in
her eyes she asked, "David, do you really think I'm a pig?  A
real oinker?"

Dave faced her and looked serious, although his eyes were dancing
with merriment.  "Well..."  he said thoughtfully, "Let's take it
in pieces.  Your jug-ears, for example..."  Actually, Sally had
very dainty ears that sat flat against her head.  But he
continued, "With the right hairdo, I'm sure they could be hidden.
 Your different-colored eyes could be handled by colored
contacts..."

He took a deep breath, looking very satisfied, while Sally was
tapping a foot and had one eyebrow raised.

Dave continued, "Now, for example, the outfit you're wearing
today is simply perfect!  Wearing it, no one would know how
flat-chested you really are.  And it conceals the thickness of
your waist, all the fat around your hips and thighs...  It's
really great."  Looking down he shook his head sadly and said, "I
guess there's not a lot that can be done with your calves and
ankles, though."

But then he brightened and added, "But you know what?  You're the
only girl I've ever seen whose ankles are as big around as her
calves.  It's... it's really distinctive!"  Then he stepped back,
nodded his head sharply and said, "But gee, Sally, you really do
have a _great_ personality!"

He stood there just looking at her with his eyes wide and
serious.  Suddenly the two began to howl with laughter.  Sally
dove into his arms and just hugged him tightly.  Finally, she
raised her head for another kiss.

When they parted, Sally said, "What was that I heard about being
a comic?  What about you, David Wilson?  Where did that come
from?"

"Me? _A comic?"_ he protested.  "Sally, I'm a serious, sober
civil engineer.  What's this 'comic' stuff?"  She just giggled,
took his arm and went to the car.

As they headed back to Manhattan through the Lincoln Tunnel,
Sally was squirming in her seat.  When David asked what the
trouble was, she replied that she couldn't wait to change her
clothes.  "Into what?" he asked.  "Sally, I never told you
earlier, but darling, you looked exquisite this morning.  That is
the most beautiful outfit and it makes you look so beautifully
professional.  It doesn't look uncomfortable -- in fact, it looks
like it was custom-tailored to your incredible figure.  What's
wrong with it?"

"It's not my preferred dress these days," Sally replied with a
quirky little grin.

"What is?" he asked.

"My skin."  He just glanced at her and she smiled enigmatically.

She showed Dave how to drive into the apartment garage.  When
they got in, she realized for the first time that the penthouse
had more than twenty parking spaces of its own.  In fact, there
was virtually a garage within the garage just for them.

They went up to the penthouse and Sally raced to her room.  In no
time, she had stripped off all of her clothes, hung them up and
then turned her attention to undressing David who had followed
her in.  When she finished, she took his hand and led the way out
to the pool deck.  There they found Andy alone lying in the sun.
The day had turned out to be brilliantly sunny and the
temperature was pushing eighty.

Sally muttered, "Uh, oh!"

Hearing her, Andy's eyes opened and she rolled on her side to see
who it was.  Seeing Sally and Dave, she looked puzzled and asked,
"Uh, oh, what?  What's the trouble?"

With a grin Sally replied, "You are, Mistress Andy.  You see, I
haven't gotten Dave to the altar yet, and now that he sees you
bare, I'm afraid I never will."

Turning to Dave she said, "Darling, _that_ is female perfection!
Not only does she have a face and body any man would kill for,
but just look at her!  Now that she is expecting a baby, she is
completely fulfilled as a woman."

With her face serious for a change she said, "You know, Dave,
people say that a woman is the most beautiful she will ever be in
her life in the first few months of her pregnancy.  Just look at
Mistress Andy!  Isn't she utterly gorgeous?"

Instead of answering her question, Dave said, "Sally, please lie
down beside Andy.  I want to see you side by side."  She looked
at him questioningly, but did as he asked.  After pulling up
another mat beside Andy, she lay on her back and then propped
herself up on her elbows.  Andy did the same thing.

Dropping to his knees between them, he began to run one hand
lightly over Sally's body while with his other hand he stroked
Andy in the identical places.  It was as if both of his hands
were moving in synchronization.  Moments later, both women began
to make warm noises deep in their bodies as they just enjoyed the
wonderful sensation of being stroked.  First Andy, and a moment
later, Sally, lay flat and closed their eyes while they just
savored the sensation.  When Sally felt David's hand on her tit,
she opened her eyes to see his other hand moving on Andy's.  His
stroking continued, and finally he asked them to roll over.  When
they both did, he began to stroke their backs, then their
buttocks, and finally the inner surfaces of their thighs. 
Suddenly Andy jumped to her feet and ran into the house.

Even from out on the deck, Sally and David could hear Andy
clearly.  "Jack?  Darling, can you please come home right away? 
There's an emergency!...  No, Dear, I can't explain, but get here
as fast as you can."  With that, Andy returned to the deck, lay
down on the mat, and resumed her prior position.  She did not say
a word to either of them about the phone call or the"emergency".

When David stopped fondling the women, he was kneeling and sat
back on his heels.  Sally opened her eyes and found herself
looking at his erect cock.  "Yum," she whispered.  "Darling, you
are too much."  Then, with concern on her face she asked, "But
what did you think?"

David just shook his head.  "Sally Duncan, you are _blind!_  Just
look at yourself and then look at Andy.  You two are physical
duplicates -- along with Nita, Kelly, and your mother!  Just
look!"

Sally was surprised but moved her mat and then lay as close
beside Andy as she could.  "Your skin, for example," Dave
continued.  "Yours is the color of light chocolate milk, while
Andy's is gold, but the feel and texture is identical.  When I
was stroking your tits, I closed my eyes and -- I swear -- I
could not remember which was which.  The feel is absolutely the
same.  Good heavens, girl!  You even react the same: I can feel
the same glorious muscles you both have just under your satin
skin react to my touch in the same way.  Woman, if Andy Taylor is
perfect, _so are you!_  And you are going to be my wife!"  He
glared at her and demanded, "You are, aren't you?"

Sally jumped to her knees, then bent at the waist.  When Dave had
finished his speech he was standing.  Now she kissed each of his
feet tenderly and said, "Yes, Master, I will be your concubine."

Before she could move, though, Dave picked her up around the
waist as if she were a feather, sat on the mat and put her
face-down over his giant thigh.  Then he proceeded to torture
her.  He caressed her buns with the most delicate touch Sally
could conceive, but intermittently at random intervals, he would
give one of her buns a sharp spank.  When she began to cry, he
merely reminded her that he was practicing for the weekend -- she
was the one who had given the impassioned speech only a few days
earlier about the need for a husband to maintain discipline in
the household.

To her utter astonishment, after he had been working on her for
five minutes, Sally began to cum violently whenever he spanked
her.  The combination of the caresses and the sharp spanks for
some reason had become incredibly sexy.  David stopped as
suddenly as he started.  Lifting her up again, he sat her across
his lap.  This time Sally said nothing -- she just snuggled
against him and purred almost like a kitten.  Meantime, she could
feel his giant sex rigid against her now-smarting bottom.

Just then Jack Taylor came running out on the deck, and looked
around apprehensively.  Seeing Andy lying on her stomach, she
seemed to be fine.  "What's the emergency, darling?" he asked. 
"I got here as fast as I could."

Rolling over on her back, Andy spread her thighs wide, pointed to
her cunt and said, "It's right here, darling.  I am burning up!"
Then quickly she told him what Dave had been doing.  With a grin
she concluded, "Since he started it -- it's all his fault -- he
will have to live with the consequences!"

The consequences turned out to be having to watch Jack make love
to Andy repeatedly while he could only hold Sally tightly and
watch.  When Jack was taking Andy for the third time, this time
in her ass, Sally whispered, "My darling David, in spite of it
making my poor cunt run rivers, I'm delighted that this happened.
 You have a chance to see the two greatest lovers in the world
perform.  Aren't they utterly beautiful?  Honey, that's the
difference between fucking and making love."  Dave just nodded
his head in agreement.

As usual, Andy finally lost consciousness as Jack's cum flooded
her vagina and spilled out past the huge plug his cock made in
her sheath.  After thoroughly eating out her cunt, he lay down
and rested Andy's head on his chest as they were both lying on
their backs.  When she awakened, Jack was idly toying with her
nipple so she just wriggled her body and made a warm, happy
sound.

Finally she said, "Darling, it's already nearly three.  You're
not going back to work today, are you?  Could we... could we just
play in the pool... or something?"

Still being held in David's arms, Sally wriggled happily, too. 
But then she said, "That reminds me.  Why aren't you working this
afternoon, David Wilson?  Don't tell me you took the whole day
off."

Before he could answer, Andy, now with her eyes closed asked, "By
the way, how did your meeting go this morning?"

Before Sally could respond, David said, "Andy, have you ever seen
a little dog playing dead?  It lies on its back with its paws
waving in the air.  Well, I guess it's fair to say that's the way
Sally left the Giants management -- on their backs with their
paws waving futilely in the air."

Then he explained the details of the contract that Sally had
negotiated completely and executed in less than two hours.  He
concluded by saying, "Suffice it to say that in addition to being
incredibly sexy and wet, my bride-to-be turns out also to be a
brilliant attorney and sports agent!"

After receiving the Taylors' congratulations, Sally said, "That's
all very well and good, David Wilson, but it still doesn't answer
my question.  Why aren't you working?"

When he protested that, now that he was earning $10 million a
year, he deserved a whole day off, Sally spun in his arms and
looked at him with her eyes wide.  "But David, surely you don't
expect me to live on just $10 million!?  I mean it's a good start
and everything, but still...  I mean...  Good grief!  Nita and
Kelly got $100 million apiece _as a birthday present!_  And we're
going to be living with them.  How can you possibly hold up your
head, making only $10 million?"

"Oh," David said thoughtfully.  "I guess that means I'll have to
get a third job...  But then, darling, what about you?  I mean...
there are only twenty-four hours in a day..."  Then he brightened
and said, "I know!  We can take care of both of us at once.  I'll
get another job and you start working the hotels.  After all, if
I'm not there to share your bed...  You certainly are a hot cunt
-- and you said it yourself this morning:  You're a great piece
of ass."  David nodded his head firmly, and grinned, obviously
very proud of his solution to their problem.

"But honey, I can't," Sally wailed.  "I'm not white!  And only
white girls can work the hotels as call girls.  They don't go for
blacks..."

"That's just not true!" David interrupted.  "You will be utterly
perfect!  Darling, you do not have Negroid features.  Your
features are pure Caucasian but with skin the color of light
chocolate milk.  Honey, blacks are known to be great in bed, so
you'll do just fine."

Again, Jack and Andy were listening to the exchange with great
amusement.  They had known David Wilson for months and Jack felt
he was already one of the best construction men in the business.
But David had always been very quiet.  There had never been any
particular sign of a sense of humor.  For that matter, although
Sally had been living with them for two months, it had only been
the preceding Thursday night when they discovered her comic
instincts.  Now, it seemed, the two were playing off beautifully
against each other.

Sally changed the subject slightly.  First, she wiggled around to
be able to look at David carefully.  After studying him, she then
nodded her head firmly and said, "David Wilson, there's a lot of
white in you, too.  The only things black about you are your skin
-- about the same color as mine, by the way -- your running
speed, and your cock and balls.  They're huge.  For the rest... 
You're white."  Then with her eyebrow raised, she asked, "How did
that happen, do you suppose?"

"With me, I have no idea," he replied.  "But with you I certainly
do.  You've heard of genetics?  Darling, you have been bred for
beauty.  Keep in mind, slave owners have been sleeping with black
women for centuries.  Now who do you suppose they took in their
beds?  The ugly ones?  Darling, a good-looking wench drained her
master's loins.  Their most beautiful daughter drained his son's,
and so it went."  Then he grinned and added, "For that matter, we
may have a blue-eyed baby ourselves."

Daintily she stuck out her tongue and said, "Doubtful.  Brown
eyes are genetically dominant.  Smarty!"

The foursome dove into the pool.  Andy and Sally both worked on
David's swimming stroke.  The poor man was embarrassed to see his
fiancee move through the water with incredible power and grace. 
Jack Taylor had the power but without the grace, while poor Dave
floundered.  What he did have were extraordinarily
well-conditioned muscles, and lots of them.  He picked it up very
fast and by the end of the afternoon was holding his own with
Jack, but couldn't come close to keeping up with the women.

Then they went into the sauna.  While they were sitting on the
benches with sweat beginning to pour from their pores, David
said, "Do you know what?  This afternoon has been unbelievable! 
Only now has it sunk in that I have spent the whole afternoon
with a naked white woman -- and never really thought about Andy
being white.  Why is that?"

While David was sitting on the bench, Sally was lying on it on
her back with her head resting on his thigh.  "Why should you be
surprised?" she asked.  "You answered that question to me
yourself the first day I met you.  You said something to the
effect that Andy and Jack Taylor don't even see colors.  They
just see people.  Some are good and some aren't.  The reason you
never thought about it was that they don't, so you didn't,
either."

Then she raised her voice slightly and asked, "Master Jack, when
are you going to start charging us for lessons?  That was the
most super course in lovemaking you gave this afternoon."

Andy punched Jack hard when he acknowledged Sally's statement
with the comment that he was happy to see that she recognized who
was doing all the work.  "After all, Sally," he concluded, "Andy
just lies there."

When they all jumped into the cold pool, this time it was David
who was the victim.  As usual, Sally stepped on his head as it
popped to the surface, and then ran into the shower.  After
taking turns with massages following a group shower, they made
their way into the library in time for the early TV news.  While
they had been showering, Nita and Bill, along with Kelly and
Kevin, had also returned home.  The young people swam fast laps,
showered, and joined them in the library, while still naked, too.
 Ellie and Sam also returned -- they had been shopping for
wedding presents -- and served cocktails.  This time, Ellie
happily made the hors d'oeuvres herself and blushed at all the
compliments she received as she served them naked wearing only
her big white bow.

Everyone had been served when the sports segment of the news show
came on.  Talk in the room stopped immediately as the first story
announced was the signing of David Wilson by the Giants to a
five-year, $35 million contract.  There were highlights of the
news conference, including a segment where David took Sally in
his arms and kissed her.  Sally's back was to the camera, and she
wiggled her ass as she was kissing him.

"I told you I was a great piece of ass!" she exclaimed, "Just
look at that.  Isn't that the cutest little ass you ever did
see!?"

When the tape segment ended, the sports announcer who had been
present at the news conference was on camera.  With the camera in
tight on his head and shoulders he said, "You know, that was a
delightful news conference.  I can't tell you how impressed I was
-- and all my colleagues from the media, were, too -- by Sarah
Duncan.  This woman is something else.  Where every other agent I
have ever met spends all his time telling me how his client is
the whole team, Sarah -- the only female sports agent in the
country, as far as anyone knows, by the way -- spends her time
telling me what a spectacular job the Giants offensive line does
in opening holes for Wilson to run through."

He smiled at the camera and added, "Now that is one smart agent!
I am sure that piece of tape is going to be widely broadcast, and
picked up in a lot of newspaper and magazine pieces.  Now, if you
were a Giants' offensive lineman, how would you feel?"  Answering
his own question, he said, "Like a million bucks, right?  So what
are you going to do next season?  You are going to make damn sure
you live up to those notices."

Then he frowned, shook his head, and said, "There is one thing
that was very odd.  I noticed it, and so did all my colleagues. 
Please keep in mind that the Giants contract offer has been
widely publicized for weeks.  Why, then, if the contract was
accepted as presented, did the Giants management people all look
like they had eaten something that was making them ill?

"I could also ask why David Wilson looked so happy, but I won't.
You saw that girl in his arms, didn't you?  With one of the most
beautiful girls in the world in his arms melting him with the
most passionate kisses I have ever seen, he would be happy with
thirty-five dollars, let alone thirty-five million!"  He grinned
and added, "But she's the agent, and she was happy, too!"

He looked thoughtful and closed the segment by saying, "I
wonder...?"

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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