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Subject: {ASSM} ELEVATOR_j - part 2 (Mg,MF;o,v;cons,rom) [C.Dodgson]
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Chapter 2.  FROM POWER OUTAGE TO MORAL OUTRAGE

   At ten o'clock the next morning, Steve answered the knock at his door.
Marti stood there with a pair of bloody panties in her hand.  "May I come
in, Mr.  Martin?" He saw himself going to prison, asked himself if one
night's pleasure was really worth it, and answered that it certainly was.
He stood aside and motioned her in, because he didn't trust his voice at
the moment.

   "Tori was unusually elated and excited after what should have been an
exhausting and traumatic experience.  While she was in the shower, I
started to put her clothes in the wash.  That's when I saw these panties.
They're drenched in blood, and from the stiffness, probably semen and
lubricating fluid.  I immediately thought I knew what happened, but Tori
was singing in the shower.  That was also unusual, especially after she had
just been raped.  When she dried off, I had her come into the living room,
and we talked.  I showed her the panties, and she came up with ridiculous
excuses.  Finally, I said I was going to call the police if I didn't get
the truth.  She told me how she took advantage of the dark and the chance
of dying and seduced you.  It was a wild story, but it's the way her mind
works.  However, before we go further, I'd like some proof of the other
wild story she related about you and your wife."

   Steve said, "Look, just call the police.  I'll admit everything.  She's
a wonderful child, and I won't do anything to cause her pain.  I'm not
sorry it happened, but I want to protect her from having to testify.  I'll
plead guilty to anything you want me to."

   "Mr.  Martin, by the way, is Steve Martin your real name?  I haven't
decided what I want to do, yet.  A major determinant will be the veracity
of your story about your wife."

   "Yes, it is, although I'm not related to the actor-humorist-author. 
Much of my life I've had to listen to customers think they were making an
original joke about my name being the same as his.  Just a minute and I'll
bring you all her diaries.  You can keep them if you like voyeuristic
titillation." Marti sat and skimmed the diaries for an hour.

   Finally, she said, "Tori has a knack for finding wounded birds, and you
certainly fit that category.  Please accept my apology for questioning
that, at least.  Your life seemed too heart wrenching to be real.  From
what she says, you introduced Tori to sex and love in a much more healthy
fashion than most women get.  You're the same age as her son-of-a-bitch of
a grandfather would be, so I had a hard time believing it.  My father was a
highly respected lawyer, but he was the male equivalent of your late wife.
A difference was that he didn't stop with neighbors and friends.  He raped
me when I was nine, and he both beat and raped me regularly after that. 
Until I was in high school, he wouldn't let me have any friends.  I think
he was afraid I'd mention what he was doing.  During my early years I
escaped in books.  I read just about everything our library had in the
children's section.  Then I started on the young adult and many of the
adult books in the library.

   "I started dating when I entered high school.  Each boyfriend I chose
did the same thing my father did.  I got pregnant with Tori when I was
fifteen.  The father wasn't a boyfriend but rather a doctor friend of my
father's who was treating me for a paternally administered broken arm. 
Like an idiot, I married the sadistic bastard."

   "After he delivered my second child he decided I had stretched too much
for him to enjoy me.  He did 'reconstructive' surgery on my vagina to make
it much smaller and tighter for him.  He was bigger than average size, so
sex with him was extremely painful after that.  It got so I even looked
forward to satisfying him orally or letting him do anal on me, just to
avoid penetration."

   When my parents were killed in a light plane crash, they left me two
million dollars.  I ran away from my husband, got a divorce, and paid for
quite a bit of high priced psychiatric therapy.  I'm no longer attracted to
the kind of jerks who have to subjugate women to compensate for their own
sexual inadequacy.  In fact, I don't go out with any men because my
ex-husband ruined me for sex, even with average sized males."

   "I went to school to learn to support myself.  Now I'm going to college
to expand my mind.  I didn't want Tori starting out the way I did.  You,
apparently, are a good person who was put into unusual circumstances.  My
problem now is what to do about the two of you.  She insists on continuing
the relationship.  What are your feelings?"

   "I'm fifty-five years old.  Ideally, a loving, sexual relationship
should be between people of similar maturity or, at least, age.  I love her
completely, but I recognize a moderate amount of that love is paternal. 
Every article I've read about incestuous or intergenerational sex reported
it damaged the younger person.  I had always believed them, but now I'm not
entirely sure that's true.  I'm not her father, and the coercion that often
goes along with intergenerational sex wasn't a factor."

   I don't want to give her up, but if we continued together, I'd want to
expand our relationship far beyond just sex.  I'd love to take her to zoos
and museums and plays and concerts and good restaurants; to help her with
her homework; to support her when she starts to date.  However, I'll never
see her again if that's what you think is best for her.  I can move to
another city.  As her mother it's your decision."

   "I've been considering a different solution.  Tori related your
conversation about you being quite small, genitally.  Many men feel they're
smaller than average, or at least, would like to be larger.  Are you sure
you don't fit into that group?"

   "You saw my wife's diaries.  Did you notice her comments about me being
unsatisfactory because I was too considerate and because I was too small?"

   "That doesn't prove anything.  She may have been a size freak.  It's
like men who think the only important attributes a woman must have are huge
breasts."

   "According to articles I've seen, the average male when erect is five
and a half to six and a half inches long and one and a half to two and a
quarter inches in diameter.  I'm five and a half inches long and an inch
and a quarter across.  If you're afraid I'll physically injure Tori, that
would have already happened last night."

   "No.  I was thinking you may be the right size to be compatible with me.
That would satisfy me after much too long a time.  You'd have an outlet so
you wouldn't need to have sex with Tori.  Tori would get over you pretty
quickly.  How does that appeal to you?"

   "Absolutely not at all." Steve was furious.  His normally sophisticated
vocabulary became more Anglo-Saxon to match the strength of his emotions.

   "You have the idea that I just need to fuck someone and Tori happens to
have an available cunt.  If you offer me yours, one's the same as another
so I can forget Tori.  If you think my relationship with a twelve-year-old
is sick, what you propose is even worse.  You don't understand that sex
with her was an accidental introduction.  It was wonderful, but it was only
an introduction.  If I could never have sex with her again, I'd still want
to know her and be her close friend.  You don't realize what a jewel you
have in Tori.  There's no way I'd betray her by accepting the manipulative
switch you propose.  Even though I love her, I was strongly ambivalent this
morning.  I was trying to deal with and work through my guilt.  My behavior
last night went against my moral code, but the whole episode didn't seem to
match my preconceived ideas about coercion and psychological damage.  I
don't have any ethical confusion about what you just offered.  It would be
extremely destructive to all three of us, even if you don't think so."

   "My, my, my.  How the fallen have become mighty.  It's my job to express
moral outrage, not yours.  I wasn't offering myself to you; I was merely
proposing a possible solution to gain some insight to your motivation. 
Tori won't be down today.  Dinner is at seven.  I'll be expecting you at
six for a glass or two of wine before we eat.  See you then." Marti got up
and walked out the door.

   "What the hell just happened?" Steve muttered to himself.  "I think my
brain's just been run through a paper shredder.  Now I know where Tori gets
her intelligence.  That woman is formidable."

   He meant everything he said, but still, he had to admit she was
beautiful and very sexually attractive.  Under different circumstances,
Steve gladly would have gone to bed with her.  He reviewed the
conversation. The invitation probably meant she wasn't going to report him.
Did she or did she not offer herself to him?  What did she expect of his
relationship with Tori, and would she even allow any relationship?  What
was supposed to happen at dinner tonight?  If Tori wouldn't be down today,
would she be at dinner?  If not, would he and Marti have another round of
verbal fencing?  It was now noon.  Steve went down to the recreation area
and had a light work out.  He paid more attention to the clots of teen age
boys standing together and making believe they understood what they were
talking about.  Tori was right.  He showered and returned to his place.

   After a light lunch, he set the alarm for five and went to bed.  Steve
hadn't slept too well or too long last night, and he needed every bit of
mental acumen he could muster for this evening.  When the alarm went off,
Steve was sleeping so soundly, he didn't know where he was, or if he had
dreamed the last twenty-four hours.  He got up, took another quick shower,
shaved, and got dressed.  At five minutes to six he approached the
elevators and pressed the up button.  After a moment's thought he turned
and opened the door to the stairway.  Five floors later he was breathing a
little hard, so he stood on the landing for two minutes before he went into
the hallway and to their unit.

   Marti opened the door.  "Was your elevator ride tonight as pleasant as
last night?"

   "I condition easily so I came up the stairs.  They were quite boring but
very safe."

   "Goodness.  Five flights and not even breathing hard; that's very
impressive for a man of your advanced age."

   "Three parts of the wisdom of age are to know lying is inefficient, to
know your limitations, and to know when you're outclassed.  I stood on the
landing for two minutes to catch my breath.  That takes care of the first
two.  You're too smart for me.  I can't match your verbal cleverness.  Do
you think we could just have a normal conversation?  It'd be a lot easier
on me." Steve was quite capable of playing her games, but they were a waste
of time.  By conceding her superiority, he hoped to neutralize her attack.

   "Maybe I don't want to make it easy on you.  After all, 'Whatever does
not destroy you makes you stronger.'"

   "If you're going to quote Nietzsche, you should consider, 'What is done
from love is beyond good and evil.'"

   "We're studying nineteenth century philosophers in a class I'm taking.
How did you recognize that quotation?  I thought you were just a retired
businessman."

   "It's one of his most well known quotations, and I read a lot.  Business
people aren't necessarily stupid and crass.  At various times in their
lives, people often find themselves in a situation not of their own
choosing.  They either make something positive from it, or they try to get
the hell out.  If they wallow in their own or others' past or present sins,
they or someone else destroys them." Steve knew that what he had just said
was babbling and didn't make too much sense, but he figured he had to throw
her off balance so she'd leave her philosopher-cross-examining-lawyer mode
and get back to reality.

   "You may be right.  That certainly does fit all of us, doesn't it? 
Would you like dry sherry or white wine?"

   "I'll have white wine, and I love your non-sequiturial shifts."

   "Is that a word?  It sounds like a rain forest."

   "Sure it's a word.  I just modified it from another one.  You want me to
quote Lewis Carroll, now?"

   "I know that one.  Something about, who's to be master, me or the word?
Let me get our wine."

   As he sat in the upholstered chair and waited, Steve thought, "Jesus
Christ.  This woman's bright, but she's intoxicated with
pseudo-intellectual drivel.  She had so much pain when she was younger,
she's apparently afraid to be herself.  Instead, she's got to play these
dumb games.  How can I get her out from behind all that crap?"

   He watched her get the white wine out of the refrigerator.  There were
two six ounce stemmed wine glasses on the counter.  One of them was half
full of a slightly darker liquid.  A bottle of dry sherry was on the
counter by the glasses.  She drained the sherry from the glass and filled
both with white wine.  If she already had six ounces of sherry, that was
the equivalent of two standard cocktails.  This might be the way to break
through to her.  She brought them in, handed one to Steve and sat in the
other chair.  "Do you usually drink sherry?" he asked.

   "No, I never had it until I went to a discussion group one of my
philosophy instructors held.  He intimated that only cultivated palates
appreciated it.  I liked the glass I had there, so I just bought a bottle
of it.  Do you dislike it?"

   "I enjoy it, but like so many pleasurable things, the after effects make
it less worthwhile.  It goes down easily, and it's forty proof so it's easy
for me to drink more than I can handle.  The next morning my tongue is raw
and I have a headache.  I'll stick to white wine.  This is quite possibly
another area of your superiority.  What do you discuss in that group?"

   "One of the instructors chooses some topic, gives a paper on it, then we
ask questions and comment on it.  I don't say much.  Most of the students
don't really comprehend the subject and make fools of themselves.  A few of
them and of the professors make lucid and intelligent comments, but the
instructor who has taken me under his wing always talks way above my head.
I usually don't understand him."

   Steve said, "That sounds interesting.  Are you allowed to bring a
guest?"

   "Yes, we can bring a guest, but you really have to understand philosophy
to appreciate the discussion.  You'd probably be bored, but it would be
another opportunity for me to observe your personality and thinking.  If
you want to come, there's one tomorrow night.  The instructor I was telling
you about is giving a paper on 'Sexuality as an Existential Exercise.' He
suggested I might want to stay after the large group breaks up, and
continue the discussion with him and a few others.  I don't know how he'd
feel if you were there."

   "That sounds particularly interesting, especially in our present
situation.  If I feel I can't add to the discussion, I'd be happy to sit
quietly in the background and just listen.  I'll go with you.  Now, we
should get back to our problem."

   "Tori and her sister are at my girlfriend's place tonight.  I wanted us
to discuss this and resolve it without her input.  I know.  You think she
should have a say in the matter since she's involved.  Well, you may be
right, but I'm her mother so I should know what's best for her.  OK, I can
tell you think my reasoning isn't objective because of what happened to me
at her age.  That's probably true, but it's not normal for a little girl to
want to have sex with an old man.  You'd probably argue that there's no
necessary correlation between normal behavior and the best or, at least,
positive behavior.  That's a good point, but I have an obligation to make
sure my children conform to the mores of society.  I expect your response
would be that my obligation is to raise the kids to be mature, fulfilled
adults, not blind followers of society's rules."

   Steve remained silent during her two-sided monologue.  She was doing as
good a job of presenting his arguments as he could have done.

   "You just don't give a person a break, do you?" Marti said.  "I admit
that Tori seemed to be happier than she's been in quite a while.  I just
can't come to terms with your relationship, but I have to make some
decision.  You're not helping at all.  Say something."

   "You don't have to make a final decision immediately.  How about all of
us getting to know each other for a while?  This would mean that Tori, you
and I would learn more about each other as people.  Sex would be out of
bounds for this period.  When we've become more familiar with what we all
have to offer to each other, and you know what to expect of me, then we can
talk about the next step."

   "That sounds reasonable, but how could I be sure the two of you wouldn't
break your commitment?  You could always jam an elevator or something."

   "I don't give my word lightly, but if you're still concerned, I wouldn't
see her unless you were there as a chaperon." She didn't answer.

   They had a pleasant dinner, and continued their conversation.  Marti
still picked at Steve, but they gradually accepted each other.  By the end
of the evening as he was leaving, she was actually somewhat pleasant to
him. "I'll explain the terms of our agreement to Tori.  If she concurs the
two of you can see each other whenever you want.  Be in the lobby at half
past six tomorrow evening, and be prepared to discuss 'Sexuality as an
Existential Exercise.'"

   Chapter 3.  EXISTENTIAL SEDUCTION

   Doctor Lewis didn't even try to hide his distaste when he learned that
Marti had brought a friend.  He immediately made some supposedly humorous,
but quite insulting and condescending remarks to Steve.  Steve merely
smiled and wandered around the room, sipping his wine and chatting with the
various students.  He found, as he had suspected, that no one except Marti
had been invited to stay after the meeting to discuss the topic with Doctor
Lewis.  When he mentioned it to her, she was incredulous.  Her own check
verified this.  She asked Dr.  Lewis why no one else had been invited, and
he came up with a pompous but weak excuse.

   A pretty female graduate student sidled over to Marti and whispered,
"It's his standard procedure.  Each year he chooses one attractive female
student, snows her with his erudition and screws her until the next crop of
girls is available.  I was his quarry two years ago." Marti was crushed,
not only because he was doing that, but also because she hadn't recognized
it.  If it hadn't been for Steve, she would have ended up with another
manipulative bastard.

   "Steve, let's get out of here.  I'm so embarrassed that I almost got
conned.  I want to thank you for seeing through him."

   "We can leave now, Marti, but I think he needs to be taught a lesson. 
Are you willing to stay until the discussion?"

   "Yes, but what can you do?  He's the Philosophy Department's expert on
Existentialism."

   "By the very fact that he's defined as an academic expert on it, he
probably doesn't have a really deep understanding of Existentialism.  Watch
and see what happens."

   After Doctor Lewis presented his paper, which Marti could now see was
designed to set her up for seduction, they had a question and answer
period. She wasn't sure how it happened, but after Steve asked about five
questions which involved quoting esoteric writings of the most highly
respected modern Existential philosophers and citing references to recent
philosophic journals, all the other instructors were agreeing with him and
joining in to tear down Dr.  Lewis' postulates and conclusions.  Lewis
finally became so angry, he jumped up and said, "I don't have to take this
kind of abuse," and stalked out of the room.

   Everyone stood around for a while talking.  Steve was surrounded by the
faculty members as they all analyzed various offshoots of the evening's
discussion.  When they left, three instructors said, "Good night, Dr. 
Martin.  Our next meeting will be a month from now.  We'll send you the
topic.  We'd love to have you here.  You have fresh ideas and bring an
incisiveness that our discussion group seems to have lost."

   "Doctor?  I didn't know you had a PhD," Marti said as they walked out to
hail a cab.

   "I don't.  They just assumed I did, although I have more than enough
graduate philosophy courses for one, and I've published some papers in
academic journals, one of which they remembered.  I had to drop out just
before I finished.  I hate to attack anyone, but Lewis deserved it."

   As they got into the elevator Marti said, "Let's go to my apartment for
a drink.  The girls are home, and I have to discuss something with Tori."

   After she poured Steve a glass of wine, she got Tori and went into the
bedroom.  A few minutes later Steve heard Tori screaming at her mother. 
She ran through the living room and yelled at Steve, "Fuck you.  All you
can think of is getting women into bed." She ran into her room and slammed
her door.

   Marti came out and said, "Well, I really made a mess of that." Steve
asked what happened, and she said, "I decided Tori was right.  You're a
good person and probably just the kind of lover I need.  I wanted to go to
bed with you, but I knew you wouldn't do it behind Tori's back so I asked
her if it would be acceptable to her."

   "Oh boy, you're right; this is a mess.  Let me talk with her.  Possibly,
I can calm her down and help her see the humor in the situation." Marti
agreed although she saw nothing funny.

   Steve went into Tori's bedroom.  "I wasn't trying to get your mother
into bed.  I had no idea she was going to propose anything like that to
you. Were you angry at me because you thought I was part of a conspiracy or
just because I was here?"

   "I thought the two of you planned it.  I'm sorry, I should have known
you wouldn't do that.  It wasn't your fault, but she's a bitch.  First, she
stops us, then she tries to have you for herself.  I hate her."

   "What you say makes sense from the data you have.  You may want to look
at it with more information about her to see whether you can understand why
she did it.  You might not agree with her reasons or be any less angry, but
it always helps to figure out why people do things." He then told Tori
about her mother's early life, something Tori had never known.  Next, he
told her about the problems Tori's father had caused her mother.  Finally,
he described the evening's events.  By the time he finished, Tori was
crying.

   She opened the door, ran to her mother, and threw her arms around her.
"I'm sorry, mom.  Steve told me a lot of things I never knew you had to go
through." For an hour the two of them hugged each other, cried and talked.

   Tori said, "It's OK if Steve wants to have sex with you, but I'm so
worried that he won't want to make love to me anymore."

   "Darling, we could share him if he's willing.  Should we ask him?" Tori
shook her head and smiled.

   "I was waiting to be included in this conversation.  Marti, you are
extremely attractive to me, but I have serious reservations about starting
a sexual relationship with you.  The first problem would occur if we
weren't sexually compatible.  Would that sour you on allowing my
relationship with Tori to continue?  Second, you'd both have to be quite
mature to share me without feeling jealousy.  Do both of you understand the
problems?  Third, you're asking a lot of a fifty-five-year-old man.  I'm
not sure I could keep up with either of you, much less both."

   Marti said, "I'm used to being sexually incompatible with men.  If that
happens, I'll be sad, but I won't let it interfere with you and Tori.  As
for the second, Tori and I are building such a strong bond between us that
I think we'd both be happy for the other's pleasure with you.  As for your
third point, you were willing to die happy in the elevator.  Now, you'll
just have to die happy in bed."

   "Well, Steve, we spent almost eight hours making love so if you want to
go to bed with my mother, you better start right now.  I can't wait forever
for her to catch up with me.  I hope you're not worn out when I get home
from school, tomorrow." They both tucked Tori into bed, kissed her good
night and left her bedroom.

   They had no sooner closed her door when Steve and Marti were in each
other's arms, kissing passionately.  Then they moved sideways into her
bedroom because they didn't want to break their embrace.  In moments they
were undressed and in bed.  While it may have seemed rushed, they had just
engaged in two days of foreplay.  Steve marveled at the obvious
similarities and subtle differences between Tori and Marti.  Marti had
well-developed breasts, a small triangle of curly blond fur and a more
filled out, mature body, but beyond these, they were almost identical
physically.  Tori had been innocent and uninhibited; Marti was
knowledgeable but tense.

   For more than two hours Steve and Marti whispered their love while he
kissed and petted and lightly caressed every part of her body.  He softly
stroked her arms repeatedly with the tips of his fingers.  His touch was so
light, Marti was barely aware of it, but it was having an effect on her. 
She listened to his gentle, but erotic, descriptions of her beautiful eyes,
face, hair, ears, neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, toes, legs, fingers,
arms and mostly, her personality and mind.

   Marti enjoyed sex most of the time when she was younger, even though her
partners had been uncaring and often cruel.  No one had ever made love to
her.  She wanted Steve so much that she began to panic, fearing that her
surgery might again cause her pain or that he would consummate their
coupling in the sadistic manner of her father or former husband.

   Marti stroked Steve's penis.  It did seem small, but she couldn't be
sure.  She tried to move down.  Possibly, if she satisfied him orally they
could skip the intrusion into her vagina.  He pulled her up.  "No Marti,
your pleasure is more important tonight.  I sense your tension so I'd like
to do oral on you.  Let's not even worry about genital connection for now."

   He had been stroking her breasts with his fingers, and her nipples were
hard with arousal.  Now he slowly licked in ever smaller circles starting
at the outermost edge of her breast and slowly moving toward and around her
nipple.  At the same time, he continued to stroke her other breast with one
hand and along her side from her armpit to her hip with the other hand. 
When Marti began to shudder from sensory overload, Steve moved to her other
breast.

   Her sexual tension gradually came back into balance as both her breasts
tingled equally.  Steve moved toward her navel.  As he reached it and
stroked across it with the flat of his tongue, Marti's hips rotated forward
and her fingers entwined with his silver hair.  Without conscious thought
she slowly guided his head down toward where her blond, curly, arrowhead of
fur pointed.  It would have been easy for Steve to concentrate on Marti's
clitoris and quickly bring her to a series of powerful climaxes.  Instead,
he kissed and caressed her entire vulva slowly, quietly and lovingly.

   Marti lay there feeling herself filling with a kind of liberating joy
she had never before experienced.  She was intensely aroused, but this was
something additional.  She knew she was in bed, but she felt as if she were
floating and flying hundreds of feet high.  Almost without her mind being
aware of it, her body began to jerk and tense rhythmically with one then
two then three orgasms.  Each blended into the next.  The fear of pain
forgotten, Marti pulled Steve up into position for vaginal insertion,
reached between them, moved the point of his penis to her entrance and
guided him forward.

   Steve had planned to use some Vaseline to ease insertion, but Marti was
so lubricated that none was needed.  He felt her stretching and rippling
around him as he penetrated her.  As the crown of his glans, the widest
part of the head of his penis, rubbed past each ridge inside her, he felt
the vibration like riding over a miniature washboard road.  This was
totally unexpected.  Steve hadn't planned to compare Tori and Marti, but he
couldn't help but feel their differences, both superb but each unique.

   Their mouths pressed together as they shared their tongues.  Instead of
focusing on their movement toward sexual release, each was experiencing the
joy of closeness, both physical and psychic.  They had their eyes open as
if trying to reach even deeper into the other so they could become one
entity.

   Without any conscious effort or even awareness, Marti's body responded
to the stimulation and began to orgasm.  Steve felt this with similar lack
of conscious awareness, and started to ejaculate deep within her.  Their
orgasmic pleasure joined with their emotional joy to produce a totally
unexpected ecstasy.

   Finally, both their bodies stopped moving, but they stayed locked
together, refusing to break their physical and emotional bond.  After about
fifteen minutes, Steve lifted his head and said, "Marti, you are more than
perfect.  Never in my life have I had an experience that even came close to
the joy you've given me."

   "Nor have I, Steve.  Even my best fantasies can't begin to compare with
what you just did for me.  The sex was great, but there was so much more.
Now I understand the difference between sex and love.  And I love you,
Steve.  Oh, how I envy my daughter for having her first experience with
you."

   Reluctantly, they separated and cleaned up.  Then they moved together,
held each other tightly, petted each other gently, and talked softly to
each other.

   They could have had sex again, but they both enjoyed stroking and
pleasuring and whispering their love so much that they didn't want to
change the feelings.  Without realizing it, both drifted into sleep.

   The next morning they kissed and gently hugged each other for a while,
then got up.  When they left the bedroom, Tori was waiting for them.  She
had begun breakfast, and they helped with it.  They ate with little
conversation.  Finally, Tori said, uneasily, "Well?  What happened?  What
did you decide?"

   Marti said, "Now I understand your feelings completely, dearest.  I've
given Steve my blessings to continue his relationship with you in any
manner the two of you decide.  I just hope you leave him enough time for
me."

   Tori reached around the table and hugged her mother.  "I love you, mom,
and I knew you'd understand.  Isn't he great?  Don't you just love him?"
Tori looked across at Steve and grinned.

   EPILOG

   It didn't take long for all of them to tire of running up and down the
five flights of stairs or taking the elevator, although, neither Steve nor
Tori could ride elevator number three without recalling their adventure
there.

   Steve sold his condominium, bought one next to Marti and Tori, had a
door cut through and joined their family.  Eight months later, he and Marti
got married, and he changed his will so that essentially everything went to
Tori, her younger sister, and Marti.

   As he had said he wanted to do earlier, Steve became a real father to
Tori and her younger sister, tutoring them, introducing them to art, music,
literature, and life in general.  He encouraged them to form friendships
with boys and girls their own ages, and helped them avoid manipulative,
destructive people.  It wasn't too long before Tori found a boy who was
warm, sensitive and completely different from the guys who were always
trying to act like macho studs.  He had no experience, so they went through
the stages of becoming boy and girlfriend slowly.  When they approached the
sexual experimentation stage, Tori gently taught him all that Steve had
taught her.

   When Tori started going out with boys, Steve began to cut down any
sexual contacts he had with her.  Soon he ended those and just continued in
the role of parent.

   Steve lived to see Tori finish medical school, get married, and have two
children.  He wrote his epitaph, with a subtle reference to his first
meeting with Tori, on his ninety-second birthday, "Life may have its ups
and downs, but it can begin when it's over."

   The End.

   ===

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