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Subject: {ASSM} JC:Ed Biggers III-20 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi)
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Dear Reader,

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down from the 5200 that I recieved last month. My
filters make sure that I'm not bothered by most of
them, but it is still a lot of trash that gets sent
over the internet. Once again, I ask that you check
machines for infections.

Thanks,
Lazlo Zalezac

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JC: Ed Biggers
Part 3: Accretion
Chapter 20
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

The circadian cycle is not twenty-four hours, but varies from 
person to person. Some people have a much longer cycle than 
other people do. For them, fitting into the normal daily schedule 
can be difficult and for those unfortunate ones, mornings can be 
the roughest part of the day. For Ed, mornings had always been 
rough. After the time in Antarctica, he had slipped into an 
exaggeration of his natural cycle and returning to the normal daily 
schedule was tough.

Still half asleep, he wandered out of his room wondering for a 
moment where he was. Following his nose, he found the coffeepot 
and poured himself a cup. Standing there, he drank it down as 
quickly as he could tolerate the hot beverage. The fog slowly lifted 
from his brain, but not sufficient to make him aware of his 
surroundings. He refilled the cup and drank some more of the 
coffee, feeling the caffeine take effect. 

Turning, he was greeted by the smiling figures of Bill and his 
girlfriend, Liz. Bill said, "Your morning habits haven't changed a 
bit."

"Huh?"

Liz giggled while watching the naked man swaying in front of 
them trying desperately to wake. Bill had warned her, but she 
hadn't believed that Ed would be that slow to wake in the morning. 
As he drank his coffee, she asked Bill, "Do you think he knows 
that he's naked?"

Bill answered, "No, but he won't be embarrassed about it when he 
does wake up."

After yawning while stretching, Ed uttered, "Morning."

Together, Bill and Liz replied, "Good Morning."

Looking into the coffee cup, Ed realized that it was empty again. 
He went back to the coffeepot and refilled his cup. Getting closer 
to being alert, he took his time with this cup. As he sipped, he 
asked, "Where am I?"

Chuckling, Bill answered, "You're in Miami."

Details of the flight into Miami returned to Ed and the misery that 
he had experienced the day before. He took another sip of his 
coffee and said, "Sorry, I'm not usually this bad in the morning."

"Yes, you are," replied Bill. 

"Okay, maybe I am," admitted Ed. Looking down at his naked 
body, he added, "Oh, my. I'm not dressed."

Liz giggled as she checked out the size of his package. When Bill 
had told her that Ed and John were both very well endowed, she 
hadn't believed him. Now that she saw it, she was interested in 
seeing it much closer. Bill had suggested that they offer Ed a 
chance to spend some time with the two of them and she decided 
that she was going to take Bill up on that suggestion. She asked, 
"What are the plans for today?"

Bill answered, "I was going to suggest that we take Ed to see the 
shelter this morning and take it easy the rest of the day."

"Sounds good to me," said Ed.  The next morning he was flying 
back to Arizona. Until then, he was more than happy to visit with 
Bill and Liz. Bill had been a friend while working at the house and 
Liz was an attractive woman.

Liz said, "I hope you like French Toast."

"I love French Toast. I hope you make it with real store bought 
bread," said Ed.

While Liz looked puzzled, Bill laughed at the comment. He 
explained, "Marguerite always does everything with homemade 
bread. Ed's tastes tend to run a little plainer than her cooking."

Smiling, Ed said, "She still gets mad when I ask for the canned 
Alphabet Soup."

"I think the maddest that I've ever seen her is the day when you 
asked for Creamed Chipped Beef," added Bill with a smile. The 
highly trained Chef had never seen the recipe for that dish and 
spent almost a whole day looking for it.  When she found out that 
it was sometimes called Shit On A Shingle she exploded. 

"Yeah, she refused to cook anything that could ever be referred to 
as Shit because she knew that I would tease her about that for 
years," said Ed as he chuckled. It had been years since he had any 
of that. 

Liz, looking at Ed and realizing there was some truth in his desire, 
asked, "Would you like that for lunch?"

"You bet. There are just some things you can't get a gourmet cook 
to prepare," answered Ed. 

Ed returned to his bedroom while Liz prepared breakfast. Once 
there, he dressed in preparation for a trip to visit the Alzheimer's 
Shelter that Bill had started. That Bill was proud of the facility was 
a good sign. He returned to the living room in time to hear Liz call 
out, "It's ready."

He followed the sound of the voice to the dining room. It was 
nothing more than an extension of the kitchen, but it was a nice 
comfortable area. The kitchen table was solid oak with a simple 
checkered blue and white tablecloth. There were three settings with 
a plate of French Toast in the middle with a bottle of artificial 
maple syrup. Ed smiled at the spread and said, "This looks great."

They talked as ate. Ed asked, "So Liz, how did you meet this 
rascal?"

Smiling at Bill with adoration in her eyes, Liz answered, "My 
father has Alzheimer's and I put him in the shelter during the days 
when I was at work. After I while, I started leaving him there 
overnight knowing that he would be well taken care of. I just 
needed an occasional night off. Now, he lives there all the time."

Bob said, "The major problem for families of Alzheimer's patients 
is getting time for themselves. The patient needs twenty-four hour 
a day care. They'll get up in the middle of the night and wander off 
if you aren't watching them."

"It is really a tragic disease," agreed Ed.

Liz said, "I think you'll agree that this is one of the nicest places in 
the country. It's clean and well staffed. Every patient has a radio 
transmitter around their ankle so that if they do wander off, they 
can be found. The stage four and five patients have televisions, a 
fishing pond, and dances. The stage six patients need a lot of care 
and we have one caregiver per four patients. The stage seven 
patients are basically intensive care patients requiring full time 
care."

Bill said, "We augment the staff with family members. We ask that 
each family provide two evenings or one day of service each week. 
It actually does a couple of things, it assures family members that 
their loved ones are being taken care of to a satisfactory degree. It 
also saves us some money on staff."

It sounded to Ed like they had really thought out the program in 
great detail.  He said, "It sounds good to me."

When they had finished breakfast, Ed went to the shelter with Bill. 
Liz stayed behind to do a little housecleaning. On the drive over, 
Ed said, "I like Liz. I think you found a keeper there."

Smiling, Bill said, "After living in your house for a couple of 
years, I had an idea what to look for in a woman."

"So what are the rules of your household?" asked Ed wondering if 
he had adopted the same rules of the Carter Clan. 

"If it harm none, then do it. Protect the weak from the strong," 
answered Bill with a smile. 

"Those are good rules, aren't they?" replied Ed, pleased to hear that 
Bill had left the house with a little of John's wisdom.

It wasn't long before they reached the shelter, since Bill had 
selected his house in a neighborhood that was less than five 
minutes from it. Ed had expected a building that looked like a 
nursing home. Instead, the front looked like a house with a well-
manicured lawn. Entering the facility, the front room was large 
with a wide screen television and very comfortable looking chairs. 
Several patients were seated in the chairs watching a television.

As they went further into the facility, Ed noticed by the strange 
bulges in the clothes that many of the patients were wearing 
pampers. Many of these patients weren't that old, but it was easy to 
see that they couldn't remember much. A woman in her early 
fifties was crying by a door to the outside patio. Bill went over to 
her and asked, "Mrs. Harris, what's the matter?"

"I can't remember how to get out."

Putting a hand on her shoulder, Bill asked, "Would you like some 
hot chocolate? Maybe taking a minute or two away from here, 
you'll remember."

As the woman thought about it, Bill signaled a woman wearing a 
bright yellow tee shirt. In huge black writing across the front and 
back, was the name of the woman. Bill said, "Let Judy take you to 
get some hot chocolate."

As Judy led the elderly woman away, Bill came over to Ed and 
said, "When a patient gets upset, we don't argue with them. We try 
to redirect their attention. It seems to help. If a patient is 
argumentative all day, we make sure that the doctor gives them a 
thorough examination that afternoon. Often times, they are actually 
ill and that triggers bad behavior. It's a whole lot better to give 
them antibiotics rather than behavior affecting drugs."

Ed looked around and said, "I notice that all of the staff and 
volunteers have yellow shirts with their name on it."

Nodding, Bill said, "Yes. If all the staff dresses in the same 
distinctive manner and has their name on their clothes, the patient 
doesn't have to remember their name. Even the delusional patients 
are able to identify staff."

A couple of pagers went off and one of the staff members shouted, 
"I'll get it."

A puzzled Ed watched as she headed outdoors. Turning to Bill, he 
asked, "What happened?"

Bill said, "One of the patients is trying to leave the grounds. She'll 
intercept them and bring them back. Usually, we only have to 
chase a particular patient down four or five times before they 
forget how to get outside. We have a puzzle at each door that they 
have to solve. The puzzles get progressively harder the farther they 
get from the building. When their cognitive abilities degrade to the 
point where they can't get out, we know that it's time to consider 
moving them into the next ward."

Impressed, Ed said, "That sounds pretty good."

"It's not perfect, but it does prevent us from have to lock everyone 
up or having to chase everyone down," replied Bill. He looked 
around at the room and said, "We do everything we can to allow 
them to keep their dignity, but this disease strips it away from them 
so fast it is incredible. There are some medications that can slow 
down the progress, but doesn't cure it or halt it." Bill looked sad for 
several minutes as he reflected on the nature of the disease. His 
father had moved into the late stages and could no longer walk or 
feed himself.

Ed and Bill walked around the facility. In the wing reserved for 
stage six patients, everyone wore simple gowns because they 
couldn't dress themselves. There were more staff members in this 
area than in the other area. These patients needed to be cared for 
with continual diligence. As patients wet themselves, a staff 
member would show up and lead them away to change.

The air still smelled clean in this room despite the fact that all of 
the patients had problems with incontinence. Ed said, "You take 
very good care of the people here."

"We try. We try very hard, but it is so difficult," replied Bill.

Ed went over to one of the staff members and introduced himself. 
The staff member said, "Hello, I'm Karen."

Ed asked, "How long have you worked here?"

With a sigh, the woman said, "I don't work here. My mother is in 
here so I come twice a week to help out."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize," replied Ed with a slight feeling of 
discomfort.

"She's progressed to stage seven. I only go back there to check up 
on her. It breaks my heart to see her that way," she explained.

Looking around, Ed said, "This is a nice place."

"Before we found this place our lives were hell. Someone had to be 
in the house at all times. When she would get upset, the whole 
house would turn into chaos. My husband and I didn't have a 
minute alone to act like husband and wife. Our kids were 
embarrassed to have company over," said the woman. 

Ed could hear the truth in her voice and knew that Bill had created 
a very special place here. If people gave more time here than was 
requested, it meant that the care was first class. He asked, "What 
about now?"

She replied, "I come here twice a week. The evenings are ours 
again. The kids can have company. I can cook real meals and we 
can eat in peace. I can sleep at night knowing that my mother is 
being given the best care possible. This place is a godsend."

Smiling, Ed said, "Thank you for your comments."

Bill and Ed left the shelter and returned to the house. On the way, 
Ed said, "I think you've worked a miracle here."

Sitting up straighter, Bill replied, "I'm glad you think so. Your 
opinion counts a lot to me."

Ed asked, "How is it doing financially?"

Shrugging, Bill replied, "It is non-profit, but the income does pay 
for the salaries of the fulltime staff, medical personal, and 
maintenance of the place. The volunteer time spent there by family 
members really does ease the cost."

"Non-profit?" asked Ed.

"How can you pursue a profit after seeing those people? I couldn't 
do it," replied Bill. He sighed and said, "Profiting out of that 
misery has to be the ugliest thing a person can do."

Secretly Ed agreed, but he also knew that people needed to make a 
decent wage in order to do that kind of work. He asked, "Do you 
pay yourself well?"

"Well enough. I have a check that pays the bills, gives me some 
money in the savings account, and a retirement plan. I'm not trying 
to get rich, but I don't allow myself to live in poverty." Bill was 
proud that he paid himself only as much as the highest paid staff 
member that worked for him. Others would have given themselves 
a much greater paycheck at the expense of additional staff.

They reached the house and found Liz sitting naked under the 
umbrella at the table by pool. Ed took the opportunity to examine 
her body. She was a redhead complete with lots of freckles, large 
breasts that still resisted gravity, a shapely figure, and a shaved 
pubic area. Her pale skin was sensitive to the sun, so she kept to 
the shade except when in the pool. The overall effect was quite 
pleasing to the eye.

Bill started to strip and Ed followed suit. Bill sat across the table 
from Liz leaving Ed sitting between them. A pitcher of lemon aide, 
a couple of glasses, and an ice bucket were on the table.  As he sat 
down, Liz handed him a glass of ice-cold lemonade.  The sweet 
and sour taste was a nice change from his normal iced tea. 

Once everyone was settled, Liz asked, "So what did you think of 
the place?"

Smiling, Ed answered, "I am very impressed with what Bill has 
done here. I've seen the worst and now I've seen the best."

Shaking his head at the comment about having seen the worst, Bill 
said, "When you brought down that nursing home company, it had 
a big effect here. We had a nursing home that was owned by the 
company located not too far from here. Some of our people 
provided care for the victims and I was sick when I learned what 
had happened in there. Of course, the press descended upon every 
nursing home facility in the area to investigate how they did 
business. We came out as the best in the area."

"I hope that it didn't cause you any problems," said Ed.

Liz shook her head, "No it had the opposite effect. After the 
facility was shown on television with interviews of the families of 
patients, corporate donations went way up."

Ed took another sip of the lemonade and commented, "This 
lemonade is outstanding. I don't remember the last time that I've 
had a glass of lemonade. We almost always have iced tea."

Bill said, "Marguerite used to make lemonade for the staff. You 
guys never expressed any interest in it."

That comment made Ed think about how the family probably never 
had insight into how the staff lived. Curious, he asked, "Actually, 
we've tried very hard to stay out of peoples lives. So what was it 
like living and working in our house?"

A little uncomfortable, Bill answered, "Well, for a long time we 
never really knew when we were doing a good job or not. In the 
entire time I worked for you, you never complained about anything 
that I did."

"Did you do anything wrong?" asked Ed somewhat puzzled about 
never criticizing their work. He didn't like working for people that 
followed behind him checking everything that he did, particularly 
when he did it right.

"Not really," answered Bill.

Smiling at Bill, Ed said, "See, there you go. There was no reason 
for us to criticize you. Did we ever praise you for things that were 
outstanding?"

"Yes, you did. You gave us bonuses when you felt like we had 
performed services beyond expectation," replied Bill. He was 
silent for a minute and then said, "I guess that most of us expected 
negative feedback rather than positive feedback. It was as if we 
kept waiting for the other boot to fall only to have you praise us 
when we did that little extra. After a while though, I realized that 
you wouldn't manage us through negative feedback. I think that 
was the day that I understood why I liked my job so much."

Ed replied, "I'm glad to hear that you liked your job."

"I loved my job. I was really sad when I had to leave, but even then 
you guys did amazing things to help me," said Bill. 

"We were sorry to see you go, particularly under the 
circumstances," replied Ed. The night when Bill came up to the 
roof and told them that his mother was dying and his father had 
Alzheimer's had been a very bad night indeed. Kelly and Beth had 
flown down to help take care of his mother and father. He had 
come down and interviewed a few nurses hoping to find some 
honest people to help Bill in that difficult time. It had been a hectic 
two days.

Winking at Ed, Bill said, "I will admit that I've missed some of the 
fringe benefits."

Trying to look offended, Liz asked, "The one about getting to sleep 
with the family?"

"Yes," answered Bill with a grin.

Looking from Liz to Bill, Ed wasn't positive what was being 
suggested, but liked what was being hinted. Joking he replied, "A 
year service first."

Pouting, Liz asked, "Can't you make an exception for me?"

Seeing the smile Bill was giving him, he winked as he said, "There 
may be rules of this house that I might not be aware of. Rules that 
would prevent me from making an exception."

Liz said, "Well, we have a rule that if a guest has a big cock, the 
woman of the house can ask him to insert it into her."

"Oh, I see," said Ed as if he had just discovered an interesting fact. 
Looking over at Bill, he asked, "What happens to the man of the 
house?"

Liz answered, "He's stuck with inserting his cock in her back door 
since the front will already be filled."

"And is the man of the house happy with that arrangement?"

"He is," answered Bill.

Looking at Ed coyly, Liz asked, "And what does the guest with the 
big cock think of that particular rule?"

Even as his cock was reacting to the proposal, Ed joked, "It sounds 
like a complicated rule, but if it is a rule of the house then I need to 
follow it."

Watching his cock slowly erect, Liz said, "It looks like your little 
head understands the rule well enough."

Seeing the effect on Ed, Bill said, "Would you mind if we went 
inside for a while?"

When Ed stood, his cock was at half-mast. Liz, looking at it, was 
impressed by the sheer size. Excited she walked into the house 
with her arm around Bill, whispering, "That is a real monster 
cock."

Ed followed behind appreciating the sight of her ass swaying from 
side to side as she walked. It wasn't that he was an ass man, it was 
just that he appreciated all parts of a woman's body and her ass was 
particularly well defined. 

When they reached the master bedroom, Liz turned with a 
suddenness that surprised Ed and wrapper herself around him. 
Kissing him, her hands roamed over his body coming to a stop on 
his cock. Ed gave himself over to the sensations and returned the 
touches.

Liz backed to the bed and lay down upon it. Ed started kissing her 
working his way down to her neck and then her breasts. Sucking 
on her stiff nipples, she started moaning as the sensations 
overwhelmed her. Between her legs, Bill was busy licking her 
cunt. When he turned his attention to her clit, her nipples hardened 
even more. Ed bit down on her nipples gently, triggering an 
orgasm within the redhead. 

Looking up between her legs, Bill joked, "That didn't take long."

In a very dreamy voice, Liz only said, "Um."

Bill went back to work on her cunt, fucking it with his tongue. It 
wasn't long before she was thrashing around on the bed. Ed took 
the opportunity to pinch both nipples between thumb and fingers. 
She grabbed his head and pulled it tight to her chest as she reached 
a second orgasm.

Head held between her breasts, Ed lay there trapped. When her 
orgasm passed, she relaxed her hold on his head. The next thing he 
knew, she had pushed him onto his back. Wasting no time, she 
climbed atop him and lowered herself on his cock. As she did that, 
Bill lubricated his cock and prepared a large wad of lubricant to 
lube her backend. Once she was fully impaled on his cock, Bill 
worked his cock into her ass. Both men could feel the presence of 
the other's cock. Liz had never felt so filled.

Ed started thrusting up into her while Bill began to fuck his 
girlfriend with long slow strokes. Liz was in heaven as the duel 
sensations worked their magic on her. She loved anal sex and 
could orgasm from that alone. She loved the female superior 
position and never failed to come from that. Together, they started 
a chain of small orgasms that slowly increased in strength. 

With each orgasm, Liz emitted a sound that reminded Ed of a 
squeaky chair. Her noises came closer together, each louder than 
the one before. The sensation of Bill's cock rubbing his through the 
thin layer of her body that separated them was driving Ed wild. 
When Bill came, it triggered a huge orgasm in Liz. Her orgasm 
triggered an orgasm for Ed. As his come shot into her rigid body, 
Bill was making little deep thrusting motions in her ass as his come 
flooded her nether passage. 

When everyone finished his or her orgasms, Liz collapsed on Ed as 
Bill collapsed on Liz. Buried under two bodies, Ed wrapped his 
arms around the couple above him. They lay like that for five 
minutes before Bill extracted his cock from her ass and settled on 
the bed next to Ed. Liz slowly climbed off Ed and settled on his 
other side.

They lay there until the telephone rang. Bill got up and left the 
room to answer the phone. After a few minutes he returned to the 
room to ask, "That was the district attorney of Miami. He wants to 
know if you can come by his office later to receive a 
commendation from the state of Florida for your role in closing 
that nursing home."

Ed was silent for a minute as he considered the request. Finally, he 
asked, "How did they know that I was here?"

Bill shrugged as he answered, "I don't know. Does the local office 
of the IRS know that you are here?"

"Sure. Oh, I guess that makes sense. I'm sure that the DA has 
reason to visit the IRS office and could find out there that I was in 
town."

Liz said, "Aren't you excited? I'd be over there in a minute to get a 
commendation."

Seeing the expression on Ed's face, Bill said, "He doesn't like 
recognition for his actions. I'll tell them thanks, but no thanks."

The relief that Ed felt was visible to Bill and Liz. He said, 
"Thanks, I appreciate that."

When Bill left the room to convey the message to the DA, Liz 
turned to Ed and asked, "Why don't you like to get credit for the 
contributions that you make?"

Ed turned over on his side and propped his upper body on his 
elbow with his head supported on his palm. After examining her 
for a minute, he asked, "Do you like to brag about what you do at 
the shelter?"

"No," replied Liz.

"Why?"

She thought about it for a while and then answered, "I guess it is 
because I don't like getting recognition when the patients are 
undergoing such a major tragedy."

"Exactly."

She smiled at him and said, "Okay, I understand now."

He said, "You love Bill a lot."

"Yes, I do. He's a great guy and is doing great things for a lot of 
people. My life was horrible until I encountered him," answered 
Liz. She was silent for a while and then said, "I was thirty years 
old and single. My father was in really bad shape and getting 
worse every day. I was trying to work, take care of her, and keep a 
house. I had hired someone to watch my father during the day and 
it seemed like half of my income was going to pay her. If I forgot 
to get milk on the way home from work, I had to go without 
because I couldn't leave him alone in the house and he was too 
difficult to control for me to take him with me. No dates. No time 
alone. My life was nothing except a continuing battle with him."

Ed hugged her as she continued, "Then I found about the shelter. 
When I started dropping her off at the shelter, my life immediately 
improved. All of a sudden, I could actually go on a date, but I had 
no one to date. Bill was running a support group for families and 
that is when I met him. It was the best thing that ever happened to 
me."

As Ed continued to hug her, he was reminded of the time spent 
with Beth when she had her period of illness. Ed said, "That's an 
incredibly brave thing that you did."

"I didn't feel brave, I felt miserable."

"Yes, I understand that. I've been through something like that."

Liz was quiet for a moment and then said, "When I started to date 
Bill, he told me straight out that he would only marry a real 
woman. I was shocked when I discovered what that meant. At first, 
I thought it was because he wanted to be married and still be able 
to fuck around. But the time I spent with him convinced me that it 
wasn't selfishness on his part. He really wanted a partner that 
would support him and that he would support his partner. I came to 
realize that he was right, I wanted a real man too."

Thinking about it, Ed realized that this was the first time in which 
he had heard that the idea had come from a man and that a woman 
accepted it. Her reaction was typical. In discussing his marriage 
with other women, they would almost always accuse him of 
wanting to be able to screw around on his wives. They were almost 
always shocked to find that it was not his idea to have that kind of 
marriage. He commented, "It's unusual that a man is able to 
suggest that to a woman and have her accept it."

Looking at Ed with surprise, she said, "He told me about this 
overweight woman that married a very successful lawyer."

Ed laughed and said, "So he told you about Sherry and Jim. That 
explains a lot."

Shaking her head, Liz said, "Oh, I didn't believe him then."

"Really?"

"Yes. It was the night that he asked me if he could take me in the 
ass that I realized what he meant. You see, I had never had anal sex 
before. I told him that he could do that only if I could fuck his ass 
with a strap-on," she answered with a laugh. Shaking her head, she 
continued, "I was shocked when he asked if I really wanted to do 
that. I said sure, thinking that he was trying to get out of it. Then he 
told me that we could buy a strap-on anytime I wanted. I realized 
at that time I could ask him to do anything and he would do it for 
me."

"Sounds like love to me," said Ed with a smile.

"Yes, I agree now. I wouldn't have agreed before that night," 
answered Liz. She said, "Since then, I've explored my boundaries 
at my own pace and pleasure. I'm the luckiest woman in the world 
to have found a real man."
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