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Castle In The Sand [21-25]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 21

The summer passed way too quickly. The crops grew. The women grew firm
and tan. John continued to *grow* despite his age. He began to wonder
if the legendary dysfunction of age, came from living with older women
who seemed to lose interest in sex, for sex sake, after their child
bearing years had passed. He didn't ponder it too deeply. He was, for
all intents and purposes, a happy man.

The women around John -as that was what they really were now- seemed
happy as well. They had purpose -their studies and their investments-
they stayed physically active and healthy. In fact they seemed to have
boundless energy -perhaps simply from youth. When they weren't working
in the garden, swimming or working each other and John into a sexual
frenzy, they worked out in the gym. Putting endless miles on the
treadmill.

Each afternoon they studied, *really* studied. Then it was sunning in
the solarium followed by another swim. In the evening they would all
meet for a while on the deck and watch the sun go down and the
incredible desert stars come out. Then they would retire to the kitchen
where they practiced their cooking skills. Trying out recipe's they
found on the Internet. While dinner was cooking John would sometimes do
some star gazing through his telescope, or retire to the Com room to do
some research on companies for investment. Sometimes he would tinker in
his workshop.

They would all gather together for dinner. John instigated the practice
of actually getting fully *dressed* for the evening meal. The women
didn't object, in fact they came to enjoy it. It gave them a chance to
wear the clothes they had been so hot to buy on their shopping trips.
After dinner they usually retired to the Com room and searched out a
movie off the satellite. Usually towards the end someone would start
feeling frisky.

It was seldom, that of the three of them at least two weren't feeling
amorous. But the relationship was now comfortable enough that even if
two weren't, it was OK. Even when not interested in sex, they were all
always cuddly and sensual. Life was good. Perhaps too good to last. The
trouble seemed to sneak up on them in the early fall.

Once Harvest came, all worked pretty hard picking and preserving the
vegetables. Theresa being physically tired from her garden work, took
to surfing the Internet, instead of her afternoon workout. After
several weeks of this she began to get kind of moody and reserved. John
stumbled on the reason quite by accident, when his computer was tied up
he used hers to search for something. When he called in her bookmarks
he found a whole list of religious references.

"Oh Shit!" he said to himself. He held back his fears and began to
follow the thread of the bookmarks chronologically. Reading the
information presented and developing a mental picture of the path that
Theresa had taken. He was shaking with fear upon completion of the
mental journey. He cornered Cindy.

"*We've* got a problem," he told her.

"Oh? Aren't we giving you enough love?" she asked, mischievously
reaching in his shorts.

"Hardly... Stop that. I'm serious," he giggled. Cindy pulled back in
mock dejection, pushing her bottom lip way out.

"OK, what's our problem?"

"Theresa's getting religion."

"Huh? Is that bad?"

"Maybe the worst. It could destroy our whole relationship." Cindy sat
back and looked at him. He was quite serious, but she didn't understand
why.

"How so? Isn't that her business?"

"Of course, but it could affect us both drastically as well. That sort
of makes it our business too."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"Not yet.. Haven't you noticed her moods lately?"

"Yeah, figured it was just a phase."

"Well, I just found out why.... She's been surfing religious
information on the Internet."

"And you think that's bad?"

"I think you'd better follow the path I just did and decide for
yourself. Just follow her bookmarks chronologically from about two
weeks ago. In the meantime I think I'm gonna have a talk with her."

"Without me?"

"No... I guess not. Maybe we better talk about it again after you read
what's got me spooked."

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes.. very serious. It scares me to death."

"OK, I'll go see for myself.. Think you can keep her busy for a while?"

"Maybe...I'll try." Cindy hugged him reassuringly and then moved off to
see what all the fuss was about. John moved off to distract Theresa. He
found her in the library, studying. "Hi ya, toots. What's shakin?"

"Oh, Hi John... Just studying."

"Feel like a swim?"

"Not really, kind of bushed from working."

"And what a cute bush it is," John teased. Theresa frowned at the pun,
but put her book down and looked contemplative at John. "What's on your
mind, love?" John asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Oh, nothing in particular. Just my life and the way it's going."

"Not happy with your direction?"

"No, I'm not *un-happy*. But it seems like something is missing." John
was silent for a time, formulating his response. He knew the signs,
having been through them himself and having watched it again and again
with friends and people around him. There comes a time when a person
starts to ask himself the meaning of life. The eternal questions: Is
there more, what does this mean? Why is life this way? How should it
be? All valid questions, but not necessarily with tangible or easy
answers.

"Perhaps your life has required you to grow up a little too fast. A
person doesn't usually get that feeling till they're in their twenties.
Some people never seem to notice."

"Notice what?"

"That yearning you're starting to feel for answers to questions you
don't know."

Theresa kind of nodded, but asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh.. I think you know. Listen, love. I want you to know one thing."

"What's that?"

"That Cindy and I love you very much. And there's nothing you can't
talk to us about." Theresa dropped her eyes and kind of swallowed
before she spoke. Her words came hard to her, her voice soft and
strained.

"I know that... I love you both too...."

"But?" She just shook her head. John moved to her side and hugged her.
Theresa half let it happen, half hugged back fiercely. "Okay, Kitten. I
won't push. When you're ready to talk about it, just remember that we
both love you. Don't be afraid to talk to us about it. We may just
surprise you." Theresa hugged him a bit more, then turned back to her
studies. John sighed and moved off. After he left, Theresa looked after
him, staring into space. A kind of shudder passed through her. Cindy
was just leaving the Com room when John walked out of the elevator. She
kind of rolled her eyes at him.

"Just gonna take a swim, care to join me?" he said. Cindy nodded and
they silently trekked down to the pool. They both stripped off and dove
in. John swam a few laps and then found a floating chair. Cindy kind of
waited for him and then climbed up into his lap. For a time they just
hugged each other. Cindy lay her head upon his chest, tracing her
fingers through his sparse chest hair.

"So, what do we do?" she asked finally.

"I don't know that we can do anything other than just be there when she
decides she wants to talk about it. I just hope that it's not too late
when she does."

"But why is she even interested in it?"

"Oh... that's sort of just a natural part of growing up. A person
starts to look for direction in their life. Religion is an easy trap
for a lot of people."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"Oh...not necessarily. There are a lot of sound principles of life at
the foundation of a lot of religions. I just never cared for the
bullshit rules that went along with them."

"What principles?"

"Oh... ethics for example. Although most people confuse ethics with
morals. Ethics are when a person is inherently good when nobody is
looking. Morals are a set of rules that religion intends to govern
everybody's' lives, because they say so. I'm a *very* ethical person,
but many people -perhaps most- would not think of me as a very *moral*
person. In fact most would probably think of *us* as very immoral. But
when a person is looking for meaning and direction in their life,
religions can supply a ready set of guidelines that are easy to follow,
which may by happenstance result in an ethical lifestyle." Cindy kind
of nodded against his chest.

"I found my direction when I came here," Cindy said, snuggling tighter
to John. John just listened. "Before I came here I had no direction. I
didn't give a shit about school. I didn't respect myself or anybody
else. I didn't appreciate work, or self fulfillment.... I had no self-
fulfillment. I didn't care about anything or anybody. I was just out
for whatever I could take from the world...... Even in my attitude
towards *you...*. I was out to take you for whatever I could get. Even
with as generous as you were. You saved me from a living hell, and I
was out to... " She fell silent.

"I know. You were kind of a bitch at times, back then. Not too bad
though."

"You don't think so now?" Cindy asked, fearfully. John pulled her face
around and looked into her eyes.

"Listen, Lady. I'm so proud of you I could bust. No. I don't hold your
attitude when you came here against you. People learn from those around
them. You never had any opportunity to know any better. You were a
mirror of what your life had been like. We all are. But when you were
given a real opportunity to change and grow, you embraced it. I didn't
expect it to happen overnight. I'm amazed that it took so little time,
really. Some people never change. But you did. You dived in with both
feet and took control of your own destiny. When the time comes for you
to move on, I know you will do well."

"What if I don't want to move on?"

"Well, that's more than I could hope for.. or would wish for. There's
too much of life out there that you haven't experienced yet. I wouldn't
want you to cheat yourself out of it."

"So you'll kick me out?"

"No, Never! I won't have to. A time will come when you will *want* to
move on."

"Are you so sure?"

"Yes.. . right now you love me. You may always love me - I hope you do.
I know I will always love you. But I've come to see the *woman* you are
becoming as well. I expect great things out of that woman. You don't
accomplish great things in a hole in the desert."

"You have."

"What? I got lucky. I took the proceeds of that luck and I made a fancy
hole and crawled into it."

"Maybe, but you've profoundly affected two lives while doing it. And
what about your tinkering?"

"Just addressing my basal perversions and fears," John kind of
chuckled.

"How so?"

"Well... at this point I have you and Theresa digitized, physically
that is. When you *and* her move on, I could still build dolls to your
exact specifications that I can snuggle to on long winter nights." John
*half* joked.

"So, deluxe sex toys huh?" she giggled.

"I guess..."

"I don't think so. I've been investigating your work. There's more to
it than you've let on."

"How so?"

"Oh... articulated mannequins, custom clothing, life-like artificial
limbs."

"Hey... You have been investigating!"

"Yup. You're a fraud. A big phony. You act like you don't give a shit
about the world and then go off by yourself and work on something that
could profoundly change it."

"Nice that you think so."

"Oh... I'm pretty proud of you too."

"Are you now?"

"You know it. I think you're a wonderful, caring, generous person and
I'm damn glad I got to know you."

"Aw shucks, little lady."

Cindy turned her head to him, "Kiss me, and treat me like that woman
you *think* I am."

"My pleasure, Ma'am." The kiss started gentle and sweet. They made love
face to face, looking into each others eyes. When Theresa found them
they were snuggled close together, floating blissfully around the pool.
Happy and satiated. A man and a woman in love. Part of her smiled at
the scene. Part of her screamed internally.

"Dinner!" is all she said and she turned and left.

John sighed, then said, "For the next little while, I think we should
sleep one of us on either side of Theresa. So she'll wake up between
us."

"Why?" Cindy inquired.

"Just so she won't forget that we both love her." Cindy nodded. They
kissed softly once more and then made their way to the edge of the
pool.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 22

John and Cindy dressed for dinner and then went up. Theresa was
dressed, but more casual than usual for dinner, wearing Jeans and a
sweatshirt. She nodded curtly to John and Cindy as they entered. She
declined any assistance with the meal. The tension in the air seemed
thick.

"Have a nice swim?" Theresa asked after a time.

"Very nice," Cindy replied.

"I'll bet," Theresa murmured quietly.

"You mad at me about something?" Cindy inquired.

"No, what would I have to be mad at you about?" Theresa mocked.

"I don't know. You tell me," Cindy replied. Theresa shrugged and poked
about her rice and vegetables. John could see a confrontation coming
up. He reasoned that Theresa would feel crowded if it happened so soon
after his attempt to draw her out. He caught Cindy's eye and shook his
head. She nodded. The meal lapsed into a long drawn out silence.

"I've been thinking about what you said about my machines, Cindy," John
said. Theresa looked up puzzled. John briefly explained about Cindy's
observations about his experiments.

"So what about it?" Cindy queried.

"Oh, I thought it might be fun to try some fashions. That is, if you
two are game?"

"Great!" said Cindy.

"I guess that could be fun," Theresa replied, non-enthusiastically.
After dinner John led them off to the lab. He called up their images on
the computer, one at a time, beginning with Cindy (on purpose). He
showed them how he could rotate the image and look at it from any
angle. The image was incredibly lifelike. Like a camera was viewing
Cindy's body, real time. She had him scan beneath her and zoom in. Her
vulva presented itself in lifelike similarity. As often as the others
had viewed this, she still blushed a bit. Theresa seemed even more
uncomfortable. John quickly changed view.

He called in a series of different pictures and mapped them over the
scanned image of Cindy's body. This elicited an excited response from
both women. Soon they were mapping landscapes, starscapes and even
faces over parts of their anatomy. A fun one was when John mapped the
visual scans of one woman's images over the physical scans of the
other. For some reason these images appealed to both women. Cindy
appeared to have Theresa's nipples. Theresa, Cindy's darker pubic patch
and shade of skin. However neither liked it when the facial images were
mapped upon their features.

"So how do we make the clothes?" Theresa inquired.

"Well, if you think of the clothes like a negative image of the body,
then first we have to make a positive image to map over. Kind of like
how a photo is made. So first I have to make mannequins of you two."

"Oh, I get it.... I think," Theresa said.

"I get it," Cindy said, "So how do we do that?"

"That is the easy part. I can even color them correctly. You two sure
you won't mind having doubles around?"

"As long as they don't talk," Cindy joked.

"Not yet..." John replied.

"I guess not," Theresa said. John moved to the tank table and made some
preparations. Then back to the computer. He called in a program and
started it up on Cindy's image. The women watched in fascination as the
arms moved back and forth building layer upon layer of her body. Cindy
noticed when it started to replicate the lower body cavities and wisely
distracted Theresa to some other images on the computer. (At this point
John had hooked up several computers in the work area.) Slowly the
machine replicated Cindy's body. Starting on a foundation of cables
John had strung between multiple points off where the fingers, feet,
hips, shoulders, and head would be. The chemical smells drove the lot
of them out to the solarium.

Cindy stopped by for a bottle of wine. John and Theresa were snuggled
in the double chaise when she showed up with the bottle and some
glasses. She pulled another chaise close and poured the wine. John had
installed dim red utility lights to preserve his night vision for
astronomy. The conversation was quite a bit less tense. John and Cindy
let it stay that way. They sipped their wine and enjoyed the Autumn
sky. It was cool and Theresa snuggled closer to John. Cindy retrieved
some knit afghans for them. John pointed out different stars and
planets. Occasionally John and Cindy joined hands. Theresa didn't seem
to notice. When Cindy slid her hand over Theresa's leg, Theresa sat up.

"Let's go check on the machine," she said. She jumped up and moved off.
Cindy looked after her and sighed.

John took her hand and said, "Just give her time... and a little
space."

"I know.. but it feels like I'm losing my best friend."

"I know.. I hope not. *Let's go see what I've created*," John finished
in his best Peter Lorry impression. Cindy rolled her eyes. Theresa was
bent over the image, studying it. When John and Cindy entered she swung
around excited.

"It's fantastic! It looks just like Cindy!" she gasped.

"But it's having a bad hair day!" Cindy observed.

"Have to work on that. Probably a wig. Didn't think that either of you
would go for shaving your head though, so I kind of faked it."

"Can I touch it?" Theresa asked.

"Uh... sure. I think so. Try the bottom of the feet first. I'm not sure
how fast the coloring dries on the foam."

Theresa tentatively poked at the foot. "My god, it feels like a foot!"

"It should, I scanned for softness and varied density of the mixture
based upon the readings. Won't be exact though as it doesn't account
for bones." Theresa checked her fingers. The coloring layer was dry.
She probed at "Cindy's" hip bone.

"Yeah, not quite right... but pretty close!" Cindy traced her fingers
down over her "breasts". She shivered a bit.

"Kind of spooky. Like touching yourself without feeling it. Seems my
nipples are going to be perpetually hard though."

"Have to scan you while you're asleep, huh?" John joked.

"Let me see," Theresa suddenly said.

"What?"

"Your breasts. Let's see if they look the same." Cindy looked hopefully
at John as she smirked and opened her blouse. Theresa began to look
back and forth between the mannequin and Cindy. Without thinking she
reached a hand out to each and ran her fingers over them. Cindy's
nipples changed instantly to match the mannequins. Theresa absently
squoze a breast in each hand. Cindy kind of closed her eyes in
pleasure. Theresa was distracted by her investigation. She didn't seem
to notice the effect she was having upon Cindy.

"So.. do they feel the same?" Cindy asked huskily. Theresa seemed to
realize what she was doing and dropped her hand from Cindy. She seemed
a bit embarrassed but kept squeezing the mannequin.

"Almost.. Certainly more real than any mannequin in a store," Theresa
answered, self-consciously. She pulled away from the breasts and looked
sort of longingly at the rest of it. She ran her finger tips over the
face and kind of shivered. Cindy took Theresa's hand and pulled it to
her face. Theresa didn't seem to mind this. She smiled at her and
continued her comparison. "Remarkable," she concluded, pulling her
hands away from both. "So what about clothes?"

"You used to like me best like that," Cindy smirked. Theresa frowned a
bit, but let it pass.

"Sure," John jumped in. He explained as he went about forming thin
tissue paper over the mannequin and spraying it with a light oil: "This
will keep the next layer from bonding, I just tell the computer how
thick to make it and what materials to use. I can duplicate many of the
synthetics. I have to work out spun fabrics and cottons. But I can
simulate a light nylon spandex by inserting a crosshatch pattern with
gaps between rows." He elevated the figure a bit to work on the back.
The whole frame tilting up, lifting the figure with it. It was like
Cindy was tethered in the frame from multiple points. She kind of
shivered. When he layered the pubic area he grinned back at Cindy.

"Feels pretty real to me." She blushed a bit. So did Theresa. He
finished up the top layer and moved to the computer, calling up a
program. "What pattern?" he asked.

"How about just a flesh colored suit to start with," Cindy suggested.
John shrugged and entered some data. The machine started up again and
began weaving a pattern over the mannequin. "How will you do the back?"
Cindy inquired.

"The machine will lift it," John replied. The progress was slow. Soon
the monotony of the repetitious arms became boring. Cindy started to
yawn. "Why don't we let it run and call it a day." The others both
nodded. "Oops!" John said. He momentarily stopped the machine and made
some quick adjustments to the program.

"What?" Theresa asked.

"Oh, just forgot to add a way in and out. It would have fit perfectly,
but I would have had to cut it off the mannequin and sewn it onto
Cindy."

"Oh..," Theresa nodded. He started the machine up again. Now as the
arms passed over the top of the shoulders it connected front to back by
single thread lines along the top, spaced out every half inch.

"Have to put some kind of closure along there, or seam in some Velcro
or something." Cindy watched for a bit and nodded. Then yawning again
she kind of tugged Theresa by the hand.

"Come on Tammy, afore he thinks of somethun else for us'n to do," she
joked. Theresa chuckled, but let herself be led. John watched them
leave. Then turned and watched the progress for a while. After a time
he move to the mannequin. The arms were busy on the top end. He
carefully peeled back the tissue over the pubic area. He ran a finger
down over it and pushed inwards. A tiny membrane of foam resisted his
finger and then parted. His finger slid into the vaginal cavity. He
felt around a bit, nodding to himself.

"Not a virgin anymore huh?" he muttered to the replica. "Feels pretty
real to me. But could use some lube." He withdrew his finger and
replaced the tissue carefully. He looked longingly at the replica and
then made a check of fluid levels and such. Then shut down the lights
and headed for the bedroom.

Cindy kept hold of Theresa's hand as she led her to the bedroom.
Theresa didn't seem to mind. Once there Cindy turned to her and pulled
her into a hug. Theresa at first let this happen, then returned it
fiercely. Cindy just returned it as seemed fit at the moment. She
kissed Theresa softly and then started to remove her clothes. Theresa
seemed hesitant, but then began to disrobe. Cindy could sense her ill
ease and didn't press. Not particularly watching Theresa. She moved off
to use the bathroom and brush her teeth. Theresa entered and with just
a brief hesitation sat on the toilet and used it. Cindy seemingly self
absorbed with her teeth. She finished and rinsed and then moved off.
Theresa finished and then brushed her own teeth. John entered the
bedroom.

Cindy looked at him and whispered, "Give us some time alone."

John nodded and as Theresa left the bathroom commented, "Think I'll
catch a shower and then maybe check my E-mail. Don't really feel sleepy
and I've got a bit of a head-ache from the chemicals." Theresa nodded
at him and gave him a quick hug and kiss. John headed for the shower.
Theresa slipped into bed with Cindy. Cindy dimmed the lights out from
the headboard and Theresa moved to snuggle to her, laying her head on
her shoulder. Cindy gently caressing her. Theresa absent mindedly
feeling her friend's skin under her fingertips. They lay this way for
some time, just caressing each other.

"Cindy... " Theresa said softly.

"Yes, love?"

"Do you ever think about our relationship?"

"Quite a bit actually. Why?"

"Oh... What do you think about?"

Cindy snuggled to her and said, "Well.. I think about how much I love
you. And what a difference you made in my life when you talked me into
coming here. And how nice and sexy you are... I kind of have my
favorite spots on your body. I've always liked this area where your
breasts curve out of your ribs." Theresa giggled as Cindy caressed it.
Then kind of caught the hand and intertwined her fingers.

"But... does it ever bother you?"

"In what way?"

"Oh... I mean loving another woman?" Cindy hardly hesitated.

"No. It doesn't bother me at all. I love *YOU*. Not because it follows
a set of rules that somebody else made up. You've been my *best friend*
for years. You've been my lover for years. It's kind of like you're
like an old comfortable sweatshirt."

"Oh Thanks!"

"You know what I mean. I'm comfortable with you. I love lots of little
things you do. I'm used to having you there to talk to. Seems like I
love you more every day."

"But doesn't it bother you that I'm a woman?"

"No... Does it bother you that I am?"

"...... I.... I .. don't know."

"What's not to know...? Look lover; I enjoy the special kind of love we
have *because* you're a woman. We *understand* each other's bodies in a
way John never can. As kind and gentle as he is, and as talented a
lover as he *is*, he can never *feel* the same things we do. He never
had menstrual cramps. He doesn't know what a tongue feels like on a
clitoris. When I make love with you... it's like making love to myself.
I know exactly what you will feel when I do a certain thing. I know
exactly what it feels like when I touch you a certain way or in a
certain place." Theresa kind of nodded against her shoulder and was
quiet for a bit. Cindy gave her time.

"But.... does it ever feel.... *wrong* to do it?"

"No.. why would it?"

"Cause..... we *are* both women. We're not supposed to feel this way."

"Why not? Who said?"

"Maybe 'cause....... God said."

"God?" Theresa was quiet for a bit and then nodded. "Did *God*
personally tell you this?"

"Well... no. But it says in the Bible." Cindy sighed.

"Look, love.. That was written by *MEN* thousands of years ago... *if*
it was even translated correctly. Men who *said* that God talked to
them....At that time conditions were a whole lot different than they
are now. There weren't *five billion* people on the planet. It was
important then for the population to grow. There was strength in
numbers. And presenting things that way kept men in control. I don't
know how much of that stuff I believe... but I have to take a good hard
look at it and think about it before I buy any of it. Personally, I
don't think that God would object if I show affection to someone I
dearly love. I do know that society objects to anything that threatens
their narrow little niche of thinking. They like things to stay the way
they are. Women loving women, or men loving men just rubs them the
wrong way. But who are we hurting?

"If the way we *are* was known by society, it might make some of them
uncomfortable, but they don't live their lives for me. They don't know
what my life is like. Why should I live my life for them? It's *my*
life. I'm not ashamed of my love for you, or for John. Society would
take almost as dim a view of that too. I love you both dearly. And with
the exception of how it would affect our lives, and our ability to live
our lives the way we want to, I don't really give a shit what society
thinks about the way I live. If I want to feel the softness of my
lover's breast, in private, it's none of society's damn business."

Cindy ran her hand softly over Theresa's breast. She trembled a bit
under her touch. Cindy pulled her head back and ever so gently kissed
her. Tears welled up in Theresa's eyes, but she responded to the kiss.
Cindy made love to her as gently as she knew how.

Theresa's desire grew like a flame. When her orgasm came it was
accompanied by a sob. Theresa needed the love she felt, but was more
confused than ever. She clung to her lover as they caressed each other
softly.

Cindy said quietly, "I... think you ought to talk to John about this
too. He's a whole lot smarter than we may give him credit for. I know
he loves you dearly. He's a whole lot better at explaining things than
I am too." Theresa just nodded against Cindy's breast. They continued
to caress each other to sleep.

John found them snuggled together, sleeping, but just. Their bodies
still damp from the perspiration of their passion. He snuggled to
Theresa's side and gently kissed her on the shoulder before nodding off
himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 23

The next morning Theresa awoke between her two lovers. She smiled to
herself about the feel of them against her body. Then something began
nagging at her. One of the bodies was another woman. The other was an
older man. Neither was her lifetime mate. She was married to neither of
them. The rules said that it was all wrong.... so why then did it feel
so good? She thought about the words Cindy had said the night before.
At the time they had all made sense. She had found herself nodding in
agreement with almost every sentence.

As she tried to reconcile them with other things she had read, they all
seemed twisted and perverted. How could they be both things at once?
Which one was true? She gently kissed her friend on the forehead and
then turned to her man. She felt the firm muscles of his chest against
her breast and the protrusion of his manhood against her leg. She
kissed him on the forehead as well and then carefully extracted herself
from between them.

She stood at the foot of the bed looking back down at the two of them.
They seemed to sense the vacuum between them and in their sleep seemed
to roll towards each other. An arm moved searching over Cindy's side
and sort of pulled her towards him. She responded in her sleep and
rolled to meet him. Once together they suddenly seemed content once
more. The gap closed. It had all been totally sub-conscious. Something
was missing and they had moved to fill the gap. Now they were whole.
Without her.

Theresa stood there looking at them feeling like a fifth wheel. Like a
spare tire hanging on the back in case it was needed. It didn't occur
to her that what was missing between them, was her. That they had moved
to compensate for her absence. All she saw, was a whole made up of the
two of them, that didn't include her. She shivered a bit in the morning
coolness. A vast empty, lonely feeling swept over her. She felt a
thickening in her throat and a stinging in her eyes. She turned and
hurried to the bathroom. Perhaps she could find some reference of
stability in her morning bathroom routine.

She found little. In the shower tears flowed from her eyes and merged
with the falling spray. She cried herself out and then stepped out of
the shower. Drying herself, she caught her reflection in the mirrors,
partially obscured by steam. She wiped them off with the towel and was
surprised by the image that was reflected to her.

She was torn by what she saw; one, an image of a beautiful young woman.
Firm of body, yet sensually soft. Her breasts high on her chest. Her
nipples puckered up in arousal. Her soft, blonde pubic mound cleft in
the middle by the protruding glistening peak of her clitoris. Her hips
wide, yet svelte. The sleek line that traced down her side and over her
thigh into her leg.... Yet, Secondly she saw an emptiness in her eyes.
A pout on her lips. A scowl on her face. Why the scowl? If she was
actually *that* lovely woman who's image looked back at her, then why
should she not be ecstatic with life?

She turned away from her reflection. She dried her hair and combed it
out. Trying to see the details to guide the mechanics of her actions
without actually looking at the reality of the whole image. She moved
to the wardrobe and again stopped herself from consciousness. Without
thinking she selected sheer, light panties, a tight short skirt and a
clingy, satiny blouse. When she viewed the result in the mirror, she
gasped at herself. The satin material of the blouse clung to every
curve of her breasts. The dark circles of her nipples clearly defined
down to the goose bumps that the image invoked.

She returned to the wardrobe and added a satin bra underneath the
blouse. Examining herself once more she found a stunning woman looking
back at her. She shook it off and searched out a pair of stockings and
suitable shoes. Averting her eyes away from the many mirrors, she
stealthily crept out of the bathroom and through the bedroom. She
lingered once more in the dim light of the room, viewing the couple
snuggled against each other. A part of her mind now placing the sleek,
firm woman reflected in the mirror between the two of them. For some
reason, it fit perfectly. Now they seemed less than whole without that
image between them.

She smiled at them and moved the comforter over the sleeping pair,
careful not to disturb them. Feeling a warm, comfortable feeling inside
herself. A glowing warmth from the love she felt for each of them. She
longed to crawl back in between them. Instead she crept out and made
her way towards the kitchen. She navigated automatically. Her mind
elsewhere. Without thought she passed by the kitchen and found herself
in John's laboratory. She turned on the lights and made her way to the
second table. There she stood gazing at the beautiful image before her.
The machine had completed it's task during the night. Cindy's
Doppelganger now resided suspended within the metal frame. Now a knit
body suit clung to her every curve and crevice. The dark firm nipples
clearly defined even through the oiled tissue beneath the sheer,
delicate fabric.

Theresa found herself becoming aroused by the sight. Her hands drawn to
the figure before her. They moved over the replica lightly, feeling the
softness beneath the light fabric. One hand moving up to caress a
perfectly packaged breast. The other down over the abdomen and over the
soft mound of Venus and between the legs. Deciphering the ridges of the
labia beneath the light, woven fabric. Her breath caught in her throat.
She stopped her investigation only when she caught herself moving
towards the face of the image. She had actually been going to kiss the
replica!

The realization brought her to her senses... sort of. She looked
longingly once more at the mannequin and then finally actually made her
way to the kitchen. She set about making breakfast. Again without
really thinking. She knew what she was going to prepare, without ever
consciously thinking about it. John's favorite breakfast was Monte
Cristo sandwiches with dark, rich coffee and champagne orange juice.

John awoke snuggled to a warm body. Without thought he moved a hand
slowly to a breast and softly cupped it. As good as it felt, something
was wrong. He opened his eyes. It took him a moment to realize what
*could* be wrong with waking to the feeling of a firm breast in one's
hand. It was the *wrong* woman's breast. Not that there was anything
wrong with the woman whose breast it was, but John had purposely
bracketed Theresa between them when he had crawled into bed. Now she
was gone! Cindy responded to the hand on her breast and rolled towards
him as she opened her lovely green eyes.

"Good morning," she smiled at him.

"Good morning," he smiled back. They tentatively moved into a light,
reserved, morning kiss. As if on cue, Theresa appeared at the door
laden down with a giant serving tray.

"Oh good, you're awake!" she bubbled, setting the tray down on a
dresser.

"Damn, Theresa. It was my turn to cook! Gonna have to flog you if you
keep this up!" Cindy said, looking up, then to John, "That is still the
punishment for an uppity servant isn't it? Flogging?"

"I take the fifth. Never actually flogged anybody in my life," John
replied.

"No biggie, I just woke up before you and felt like doing something,"
Theresa said, selecting two mugs of coffee and handing them to the pair
in bed.

"Felt like doing something.... Damn, you look fine, girl! How long have
you been up?" Cindy asked.

"Oh.... an hour or so, I guess," Theresa replied. John nodded his
thanks. Took a sip and slipped out of the bed heading for the bathroom,
mug in hand.

"Great coffee!" he called over his shoulder. Theresa watched his bare
backside retreating then turned to Cindy, who was studying her closely.

"An hour huh? .... And showered, fluffed, primped and packaged like a
million bucks, then made breakfast in your spare time," Cindy mocked
knowingly.

"Oh.. maybe a bit longer," Theresa demurred, sipping from her own mug
of coffee.

"OK... But you can't fool me. I know better. Thought I'd worn you our
last night. Must be losing my touch."

"Not that I'd noticed," Theresa replied absently, rolling her eyes.
John returned from the bathroom. Theresa's attire had prompted him into
a terry wrap around robe. He handed one to Cindy, who nodded her
thanks. Slipping into it as she slipped away to the bath.

"Breakfast in bed?" John inquired.

"For my man, only the best," Theresa replied quietly, "Besides, I think
I owe you one." She was thinking of the first morning after she had
arrived. John looked at her a moment and then moved to kiss her
lightly.

"You look nice," he said, pulling back.

"Oh... just felt like something different," Theresa said. John eyed the
tray.

"Monte Cristo's? Champagne orange juice? Dressed to Kill? Different
huh? OK... who am I to argue with Nirvana."

"What's Nirvana?" Theresa inquired.

"Hindu Heaven... A place of ultimate happiness. The epitome of
Pleasure," John said, selecting a Monte Cristo half. Theresa looked
thoughtful.

"Maybe I should read up on it." Perhaps that was the way, thought John.
Expose her to all religions.... Better yet..... A history of religion
showing how beliefs diverged and merged. To Theresa he just nodded.
John moved a small, short table over next to the bed and moved the tray
to it. Then climbing back onto the bed, he scootched back against the
large padded headboard. Motioning to Theresa to sit by him. She smiled
and moved to his side, kicking her shoes off first. She snuggled to his
side and sipped at her champagne orange juice as he selected another
Monte Cristo half. Cindy exited the bath and crawled up next to
Theresa's other side.

"Now that I've brushed my teeth, may I thank you properly for breakfast
in bed?" she said. Theresa turned to her and they melted into a deep,
searching kiss. Theresa's breath catching in her throat. She enjoyed
the kiss much more than she felt comfortable with, but she didn't fight
it. Rather she returned it in good measure.

"Now that's more like it!" Cindy said softly when they finally parted,
smiling at Theresa. Theresa blushed a bit. John's hand casually traced
up the inside of Theresa's leg as he chewed.

Swallowing he remarked, "Almost seems a shame that you did such a nice
job covering up. Makes me want to rip it all off again. Perhaps it's
safer for me that you girls haven't seemed to notice that clothing can
be much sexier than full nudity."

"She does look sexy, at that," Cindy agreed. Theresa blushed even more,
but enjoyed the attention she was getting. She sipped her orange juice
and leaned back between them. Her other hand tracing softly over
Cindy's leg. "Can I have some of that food?" Cindy requested. John
passed her the plate of sandwiches and held it while she selected one.
Then passed her a champagne orange juice. She took a sip and then
twisted to place it on the headboard.

"Kind of like this breakfast in bed thing, gonna have to think up a
better tray system though. Maybe trays that can hang on the sides and
swing out over the bed."

"Always the inventor," Theresa chuckled.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how my outfit turned out?" Cindy said.

"Incredible..... I poked my head in and looked at it before I made
breakfast," Theresa replied.

"Really?"

"It will fit you like a second skin..... Maybe John's right about
clothing being sexy. The sight of it made me want to rip it off. That
damn mannequin is almost too damn real."

"That's what I had in mind," John remarked.

"I'll bet.." Cindy muttered to herself knowingly, then louder, "I can
hardly wait to try it on if it's that sexy.... And maybe let Theresa
rip it off."

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," John said, "This could cost me a
fortune in materials. Might be worth it though."

"Damn, you look fine, girl!" Cindy said suddenly. "Haven't seen you all
dressed up like this for a long time. Didn't realize just how beautiful
you were getting." John nodded enthusiastically.

"Both of you are getting sexier every day. Wish I could have scanned
you both when you first arrived. Then I could show you just how much
you've both changed."

"Don't think I was ready for that damn personal machine probing my
smallest niches when I first got here. Probably would have run
screaming out of the place and turned you in at the nearest town."

"If you'd made it. It was damn cold if you'll remember," John remarked.

"Yes... I remember. You were the first *gentleman* I ever met. You were
so damn respectful I thought you didn't like me."

"Just how *did* you two get together?" Cindy asked, "Theresa never told
me how she happened to be here."

"I ran over her on the way back from the liquor store. Figured it was
safer to keep her hidden than to turn myself in," John joked.

"No, I'm serious!" Cindy remarked.

"So am I," John replied.

"You ran over her?" Theresa nodded.

"You tell her, I'm eating," John remarked. Theresa poked him in the
side and then snuggled to him as she started to tell Cindy the story of
how they met. Her eyes dreamy as she related the story. Despite his
chewing, John filled in details from when Theresa was unconscious
between bites. Theresa listening intently to these parts herself.

"You mean you stripped and bathed this lovely creature and didn't lay a
hand on her?" Cindy asked.

"One of the hardest things I ever did. I was so damn horny I thought my
dick would pop. Probably a good thing she stayed unconscious. If she
had woken up and seen my raging hard-on I don't know what she would
have thought!"

"Probably would have attacked you. I was pretty horny myself at the
time. When I did finally wake up, down in what's now the gym, I didn't
know where I was. My clothes were all gone. I was clean, and I hadn't
been. I had on these damn giant jockey shorts and a man's T-shirt.
Didn't know what to think. All sorts of things passed through my head.
Then this nice *old man* brought me breakfast in bed. Felt like an
episode of the Twilight Zone."

"But how did you happen to be out here in the first place?" Cindy
asked.

"Oh... Caught a ride with this damn cowboy. God, he was ugly. He waited
till we were way out of town and then started to feel me up. I tried to
fight him. He punched me in the eye. He pulled over and unzipped his
pants and pulled out this pitiful little, ugly cock and told me to suck
it or walk. I got out. He shrugged and drove away. Took my backpack
with him. Everything I owned at the time. It was night and real cold
and I didn't have enough on. I walked along for a whole hour without
seeing a car. Then this fancy sports car came flying around a corner
and I just ran in front of it trying to flag it down. I realized too
late that he wasn't going to stop in time. Next thing I knew I woke up
in the Twilight Zone."

"Did you actually run her over?" Cindy asked.

"No... I got slowed down to five or ten miles an hour. Trying to swerve
at the same time. I caught her hip on my right fender. Threw her a good
twenty feet off the side of the road. She hit her head on a rock when
she landed. I thought I'd killed her, but she had a pulse. All I knew
was that I had better get her warm. The silo was the closest place.
Both to get her warm and to call for help if she needed it.

"I didn't even think about the case of scotch in the car. Probably
would have put me away for thirty years if she had died. But I hadn't
been drinking at all. I never do drink and drive.. anymore. I think
back from when I was young. God, I was stupid. Could have killed myself
and a whole lot of other people. If I'd been even slightly drunk when I
hit Theresa, I probably would have killed her. Even full sober I just
barely missed doing so."

"I'm glad you didn't," Cindy said, snuggling to her friend.

"Me too," Theresa chuckled.

"So how come you woke up in the gym?" Cindy asked, not thinking about
the master bedroom not being finished when she arrived.

"Oh... This wasn't finished. John was living down there, had it set up
like a little apartment. He gave me a tour of the place after I was
able to get around. Seemed more Twilight Zonish all the time. This
place was just a bunch of steel girders hanging in a cement tube.
Couldn't imagine for the life of me why somebody would want to live way
out here in a hole in the ground. Seemed like a nice old coot though.
And harmless. Seemed like a good place to hide out for a while."

"Nice *old* coot? *Harmless*?" John protested, "Why I should have
ravished you for a week and left you out for the coyotes."

"But you didn't.... and that's why I'm still here.... and in love with
you.... I still kind of think you're a nice *old* coot. But not quite
so harmless."

"Well, alright then. As long as you realize I'm not *that* harmless....
But I'm not that old!" John said, finishing the last of his coffee.
Cindy had been listening.

Now she inquired, "You mean that you've done all this work in that
short of time?" John and Theresa nodded.

"He did most all of it himself. I only started to help when we started
to work on your room. But I did all the plumbing to heat the pool."

"Almost all of it... I never did tell you how much I had to do to the
rest of the silo to deal with all the humidity you stirred up when the
water started getting warm," John said.

"But that's incredible. When I first saw this place I pictured
construction crews working on it for years!" Cindy said.

"Once he gets his mind set, John's an industrious little beaver,"
Theresa said.

"So what were you doing while John was doing all this work?"

"Oh, he set me to slaving away in the kitchen, but mostly I just
watched TV and played on the Internet."

"And plotted the best ways to seduce me while I was working! I still
remember that day in the workshop when she showed up wearing sexy
lingerie. Took her on the floor on a pile of sawdust."

"I had sawdust in my hair for days.... and it got into *everything*!
Itched like hell! But it was worth it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
He didn't try to fight me off much after that."

"Meet me in the workshop in ten minutes," John said.

"Oh no," said Theresa, extracting herself off the bed, "Time for you
two to get your lazy.... lovely... butts up. I've been up for hours
slaving away on your breakfast. Now Cindy, kiss me and then head for
the shower. I know you must feel like I did when I woke up. We got
pretty sweaty last night. John, put some clothes on, real clothes. I'll
be wanting you to take me for a walk around the estate after you and
Cindy are finished with your playing in the lab..... that ought to take
several hours.

"Cindy, you can dress casually till you and John are finished with your
play time. But then I expect you to dress properly..... for our walk.
Make it practical, but make me want to tear it off. OK? I'm gonna go
clean up this mess." Cindy and John just nodded to her in astonishment.
But didn't move.

"What, no morning loving for me?" John managed to stutter.

"NO....... Maybe after our walk I'll let you prove to me that you're
not *all that harmless*. Now move it!" Cindy bounced out of bed, her
robe flying open by the action. She moved to Theresa who pulled her
into a hug and then kissed her deeply. John climbed off the bed and
headed for the wardrobe dejectedly.

"I'll meet you in the lab after I load the dishwasher. I wouldn't miss
your trying on that outfit for anything. Now get in the shower!"
Theresa told Cindy, giving her bare buttock a resounding slap. Then
caressing where she had slapped.

"Yes, Boss," Cindy mocked, as she moved away rubbing her glowing ass
cheek. Theresa watched her move, noticing how lovely the curves of the
cheek were before she turned to gather the dishes back onto the tray.
She lugged it back to the kitchen after she replaced her shoes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 24

Cindy gasped at the sexily clad mannequin, "God, she wasn't kidding.
That's *me* there and *I* want to rip it off with my teeth."

"Me too, but instead let's slit these threads along the top. Damn,
forgot about the cables. Have to patch the holes there. Maybe
compensate for body sag if I just suspend from the fingers, toes and
head."

"Body sag! There isn't an ounce of sag on this body... 'cept these
lovely parts... and they're firm!" Cindy said indignantly, cupping her
breasts.

"Yes, they are truly lovely. No, I meant the sag in the center of the
mannequin that will result from its weight if I remove the cables from
the hips and suspend it from each end."

"Oh... I see."

"Hand me that Exacto knife. I'm eager to take this off myself." John
slit the tiny threads across the top and began to peel the outfit off
the mannequin. The hip cables presented a problem. He solved it by
shielding the mannequin with sheet metal while he torched the cables
between the body and the frame. Doing both sides and then cooling the
cables in a can of water before touching them. The ends were fairly
smooth, but wouldn't unravel as they were melted together. He ran a
file over some rough spots before he pulled them through the tiny holes
they left.

The arms and legs he just unhooked from the frame and snaked them
through the large openings in the outfit. Just for fun he suspended the
mannequin from ceiling hooks after he finished peeling off the outfit.
It looked spookily like a nude Cindy hung there from the ceiling. Her
eyes closed.... having a *bad* hair day.

Cindy took the outfit and peeled off her scant outfit. She had pulled
on only some tight terry shorts and a cotton halter top after her
shower, as per Theresa's commands. Now she stepped into the skin
colored outfit and began to tug it into place. It was much tougher than
she expected. Some parts slipped into place like they had been painted
there, others were much too snug. Between her legs the light fabric
followed her almost hair by hair, hugging her labia like a second skin.
She managed to get the outfit up over her breasts, but it was *way* too
snug in lots of places. Finally, with John's help she managed to get
the outfit all the way on. It stretched enough to accommodate the tight
spots. John threaded a needle and coarsely stitched the top seam back
together. He stepped back to survey his work, and started to salivate.
Just about that time Theresa entered the room.

"God... the mannequin's walking now!... Did her hair too! God, that's
sexy! Make me one!" she said.

"Too damn tight in places," Cindy muttered, looking at herself in a
mirror John had carted in and leaned against the wall next to the
replica Cindy.

"Been gaining weight? Maybe I'm feeding you too much?" Theresa joked...
drooling a bit herself. John carefully looked back and forth between
the two images.

"No... and yes," he muttered cryptically, "The problem is that you two
have been working out...... and growing up since I first scanned you.
You've both put on muscle mass and firmed up a bunch. Not that you
weren't slim to start with, but... yes, your hips and breasts are
bigger too... Your buns more shapely."

"Why thank you for noticing! I just thought I was getting fat. Maybe
all that work for a few veggies was worth it.... it even feels sexy....
if a little oily."

"Believe me, I noticed. On both of you. It just didn't occur to me last
night. No way that Theresa's would fit her with all the lovely extra
growth she's put on, on her breasts since I scanned her. Looks like I'm
gonna have to scan you two again if we're going to weave you
comfortable clothes that won't make your nipples blue.... that is if
you're up to it?"

Cindy looked at him and said, "Darling, you're welcome to probe any
part of my body with anything you want, any time you want!"

Theresa looked at her shocked.... but sort of nodded and said, "Me
too... let's do it. I'm kind of interested in the changes myself. Can
you compare the two on the computer so I can see what's gotten bigger?"

"Sure... I can even superimpose the images and highlight the changes.
I'm interested myself. Be a learning experience seeing just how girls
grow up.... who's first?"

"Why don't you go first, Theresa. This feels so good I want to wear it
for a while. It feels so sexy I may just wear it till my nipples do
turn blue! When I move it sort of caresses my... labia. It's beginning
to make me wet... besides... I've wanted to unwrap Theresa since the
moment I looked up at her this morning from bed; standing there dressed
so sexily, like she was gift wrapped."

Theresa blushed brightly. But didn't fight it when Cindy moved to her
and began to unbutton her blouse as her mouth moved softly to her lips.
She felt herself quivering. This alluring woman in the sexiest outfit
she had ever seen, desiring to see her unclad. She pushed her doubts
and phobia's aside as she abandoned herself to Cindy's soft touch
slowly peeling the sensual cloth from her body. She was getting pretty
wet herself.

John didn't *seem* to notice as he set about making preparations for
re-scanning Theresa's luscious body. Both women were fairly dripping
with passion when Theresa climbed up onto the scan table.

"Do we have to get so personal this time?" she asked.

"No..." John said, "I don't think an internal probe is needed. I doubt
those area's have changed very much. Maybe your vagina a little bit as
your hips grew wider, but probably not much. Unless you want to see how
much, I don't think we need put you through that indignity. The outside
scan will be just as personal though. OK? That is unless you want me to
re-probe your inside?"

"No.... at least not with this damn machine. Maybe with something else
if it gets me as hot as it did last time," Theresa said, half worried,
half excited.

"I don't need to get quite *that* hot myself. This outfit is doing a
pretty good job of priming my pump *without* that hot poker growing up
inside me," Cindy muttered. She moved up behind John and caressed his
chest as he started the scanner running on Theresa. When he didn't
respond enough, she moved off and began to caress Theresa, staying out
of the way of the probing of the scanner. She shared an upside down
kiss with her, bending over the top of the table. An arm indignantly
pushed her out of the way as it went about its task.

"Humph... a lot of damn good this outfit does. Damn machine won't let
me close to Theresa and you're paying attention to the damn computer!"
Cindy grumped. John looked up at her.

"You think I haven't noticed how that outfit looks on you, you aren't
as observant as I thought. But I don't want one of those arms peeling
off one of Theresa's perfect nipples either."

"Thank you," said Theresa, only half joking.

"Why look at that! Mr. Happy *is* wide awake and standing at attention!
As much good as it does me. Maybe I should get intimate with my
mannequin. She doesn't seem to be too busy at the moment."

"Why don't you..." said Theresa suddenly... then dropped her eyes as
John and Cindy looked at her startled. "I mean... I'd kind of like to
see what you look like next to... a twin." Cindy shrugged... but a part
of her seemed anxious to touch her double. She moved around it, sort of
letting her hands touch it here and there. She moved against the back
of it and felt the soft cheeks against her pelvis. Thinking that this
is what Theresa felt when she was behind her. She moved her hands
around front of the mannequin and traced her fingers over the hips and
along the curves within them. Then pulling it back against her, feeling
her breasts against the firmly muscled back. Pressing her pelvis up
against the cheeks of *her* buns. Without thinking her fingers traced
down over the pubic area and between the legs.

Theresa gulped, trying to strain her head up to watch and out of the
way of the scanning arms. The machine had begun it's physical probe and
she was actually oozing from her vagina. John was sitting with his
mouth open, touching himself unconsciously. He glanced over at Theresa,
and noting her predicament, moved to tip the whole scan table upwards
so she could get a better view.

"Kiss me," Theresa said huskily. John waited as an arm passed and then
kissed her passionately. He barely pulled back out of the way in time
as it returned. "Mmmm, that was nice.... perhaps before our walk...."
Theresa murmured, her eyes glued to Cindy and her *twin*. Cindy now had
one hand up caressing *her* breasts. The other had found the opening in
the crevice between the legs. She was exploring herself. Becoming
hotter by the second.

"Did you include *all* the scans you made on Cindy in that mannequin?"
Theresa asked.

"Uh...yeah. I did. Not on purpose, the machine just duplicated the
whole image. Why?"

"Oh... I was just thinking... Cindy might find it..... exciting.... to
see what it looked like... when you were.... well.... inside her...."
Theresa stammered out. John grinned at her.

"I think maybe you're right... and maybe she wouldn't be the only one
who found it... exciting." Theresa blushed deep red, but sort of
nodded. John kissed her deeply and then grinning like a Cheshire cat,
moved towards the twins, stripping off his clothes. Cindy watched his
approach with hungry anticipation. She had overheard Theresa's
suggestion and was surprised how much it appealed to her. She moved to
the side as John moved up to the mannequin, then moved in as in a three
way tryst. John's hands moved about over both the real and the
duplicate Cindy, exploring and comparing. He had to admit that the
duplicate felt VERY lifelike. The lips, however were in no way
satisfying. He sought out the real thing and they shared one of the
hungriest kisses of their relationship.

Theresa watched in fascination. Her body quivering with pent-up sexual
passion. The straps on her wrists forbidding her the pleasure of
touching herself only heightened her sexual frenzy. The probing fingers
of the scanner serving to excite her even further. When an arm moved in
to gauge her vulva her body literally shook with pleasure. The machine
didn't seem to care. Routines had been written to deal with movement.
The machine just patiently re-measured... re-probed the area in search
of repeatable, consistent readings. The effect was not lost on Theresa.
To her the machine just seemed to be probing her most sensitive spots
all the more often. She strained against her straps as her body began
to writhe in orgasm.

John guided Cindy to her knees. It took her just a moment to find his
manhood with her lips. Sucking him deeply into her mouth. His erection
as solid as she ever remembered it. She fought to bottom her lips out
around his throbbing unit. Then, the figure of her duplicate drew her
mouth like a magnet.

"Damn, no taste," she muttered.

"Oh... I'll bet you have an ample supply of the real thing to draw upon
by now," John urged huskily. In a flash one of Cindy's hands found its
way to a leg opening and under the thin fabric of her *second skin*.
Finding their way between her labia, she plunged them into her vaginal
opening. Alternating fingers in a frenzied search for fluids. Her body
quivering from her own assault. Her other hand searching identical
spots out on her alter-image. After thoroughly coating all her fingers
and much of her hand, she withdrew it and moved to smear them over the
entire area of the mannequin. Even up inside where her tongue would
never be able to reach. Her fingers sought out the rear entrance and
pushing in, de-virginized it as John had the vaginal opening the night
before. A part of her mind clicked on the occurrence. Realizing that
John had explored the duplicate vagina the night before only heightened
her excitement.

Cindy's tongue followed after her fingers. As the first waif of her
womanly aroma met her nostrils and the first taste of her nectar met
her taste buds, her real body began to convulse in orgasm. This only
drove her to search deeper with her tongue. John lifted first one, and
then the other of the mannequins legs. He grabbed a bit of packing rope
he had in the corner and attached the cables coming out of the feet to
lift them. He attached the other ends to hooks he caught over the edges
of the bare beams in the ceiling. Now Cindy's duplicate image appeared
to be sitting in the air. Legs spread wide to Cindy's oral attack.

A moan from Theresa caught John's attention. Looking over he saw the
poor girl glistening in the sweat of her own excitement, her body
trembling and quivering from the machines probing and her sexual
frenzy. He grinned at her, but moved back to the two *Cindy's*. As John
moved in Cindy lay back underneath the duplicate, staring straight up
into herself. She quivered at the thought that this was how she
actually looked from beneath. Quite sexy she thought. Perhaps even
sexier than Theresa..... Her hands grabbed John's member and guided him
between the labia lips. Spreading them for him with her other hand. The
area glistened with her juices and saliva. She positioned the head
against the vaginal opening.

Between the combined juices on the area, John groaned in astonishment
at close the duplicate felt to the real thing. Pushing in and feeling
the slick foam engulf him, almost identical in all respects except
temperature. Have to do something about that, he thought. Perhaps
heating coils inside around both orifices. and maybe a reservoir of
lubricant and a mechanism to seep it into both areas. He pushed in
until he felt himself bottom out against the duplicate cervix.

Cindy was in a frenzy upon the floor, her hands running all over
herself. Her body quivering with pent-up sexual tension. The movements
of her body causing the second skin of her body suit to ride up tight
against her labia. Her fingers traveling over the area, pushing the
fabric tighter into her natural folds. Then sliding beneath the fabric
to plunge into the warmth of her vagina. Mirroring the image above her.
John began to stroke within the pseudo love canal. Cindy's fingers
matching the movement within her own vagina.

She sat up and put her head up close to the scene. The rich aroma of
her womanhood lingering in the area serving to heighten her sexual
frenzy. Scant inches from her eyes, John's penis stroked inside *her*.
Her body began to convulse once more in orgasm. Her mouth found the
underside of John's manhood, stroking back and forth against her lips.
She snaked her tongue out and tried to compete with it around the foam
opening. The taste of her nectar meeting her lips from deep inside the
duplicate.

To John it felt close enough to the real thing that he felt himself
slipping towards orgasm. With a great deal of concentration he fought
it off. This wasn't made easy by the added feel of Cindy's mouth and
tongue along with her pseudo vagina. He found no help looking over at
Theresa, writhing against the straps of the scanning table. The scan
had stopped now, leaving her without stimulation to release her pent-up
frenzy any further. She fought at the straps, her hips bouncing around
as she fought to rub herself against the folds of her own vulva by her
movements. The area glistened with the moisture of her excitement.

As he watched she succeeded in overpowering the grip of the Velcro on
one wrist. The hand instantly found her pubic area. Her fingers
fumbling between her labia lips. Her thumb rubbing furiously against
her clitoris. Her body began to convulse almost instantly in response.
She abandoned her attack just long enough to free her second hand. Then
her hands were all over her body. The fingers of the first hand now
back probing inside her. The other sliding over her large breasts,
squeezing them and pinching her nipples. John was about to lose his
battle when Cindy suddenly stopped him.

"Put it in back! I want to see how it looks!" she gasped. John pulled
out in one motion. The opening slowly shrinking back, leaving a dark
tunnel just like the real thing. He moved around behind the figure and
positioned himself against the opening. He pushed inwards as he pulled
back on the inert figure. It fought him, being too dry.

"Have to go get some lube," John said. Theresa sat up and removed her
ankle restraints.

"This is silly!" she said. Both John and Cindy looked up at her
questioningly. The whole thing had been *her* idea. (and not such a bad
one.) "That floor is cold, I'm horny as hell and Cindy's about to bust
her seams from her writhing. We have a nice big, soft comfortable bed
downstairs with a drawer full of whatever accessories we could want.
Come on. John, can you bring the second Cindy? I don't think she'll
object." The two of them nodded enthusiastically.

But then John said, "Just one idea.... since we're likely to be a
while... why don't I thread the table up and get it started on your
replica... It'll only take a few minutes. Then the machine can do its
thing while we're doing ours."

"Good idea!" Cindy said.

"Not so sure it is. Don't know how much of this sort of excitement *I*
can take. With all this fuss that started over Cindy's double, think
what two might result in!" Theresa said, rolling her eyes. But nodded
over the suggestion. John pulled himself away from the two Cindies and
moved to the computer. The girls moving together in a hungry kiss
before coming to look over his shoulder. Just for fun John called in
the first scan and then wrote a quick routine to compare them.

As they all knew Theresa showed marked growth in her breasts. But also
over much of her whole body. Her hips were wider (and sexier), her
buttocks more shapely, but firmer. Her abdomen just plain firmer. But
the surprise was how much muscle she had put on her legs and arms,
particularly her shoulders. Looking at the images side by side, it was
obvious how much she had matured into a woman. In the first image she
looked considerably younger. But in the second considerably sexier.

"Glad to see I'm improving...," Theresa mused.

"I'll say! Damn, I knew you were looking fine, but I didn't realize how
much finer you had gotten to be. I thought you looked super back then.
Now...." Cindy just shivered.

"Nice to know you feel that way..." Theresa said, but blushing just the
same. "Come on, lets get a move on!" she concluded. John shrugged and
move to thread some new cable in the casting frame. To avoid the
problems encountered with Cindy's image, he added some removable
connections to the hip locations. Then he moved back to the computer
and started the process rolling. He watched for a minute to be sure it
was working right and then moved to disconnect the second Cindy from
the beams. He carried her over his shoulder as he had Theresa the first
night. The girls snatched up what few clothing items were on the floor
and followed him down. Once there, John unceremoniously dumped her on
the bed.

"Hey, take it easy with me!" Cindy joked. Theresa passed by and headed
for the wardrobe. She returned with two silky items. She pulled a pair
of crotchless panties onto the mannequin and then added a cupless bra.
Somehow the second Cindy got sexier. "To bad she can't kiss worth a
damn. I wouldn't mind finding out how good a kisser I am," Cindy
laughed.

"Good enough for me!" Theresa said, pulling her to her to prove it.

"Guess I'd better get aquatinted with Cindy's twin," John pouted.

"The hell you are! I'm about to bust! I call squatters rights. That
brazen hussy is going to have to wait! So climb up there so I can
squat!" Theresa commanded. John brightened visibly and moved to obey.

"Oh look, Theresa. Mr. Happy's gone back to sleep," Cindy mocked.

"Not for long if I know our John," Theresa replied, climbing onto the
bed pulling Cindy behind her. The two women descended upon John's
shriveled member. Fighting a mock battle between them, alternating who
took the high ground with her lips. John's hands began exploring their
firm, young bodies. Paying particular attention to Theresa's. His hand
found her large breasts and played lovingly over them. In short order,
he was at full attention once more.

Theresa kissed Cindy passionately, then moved over John's hips. Cindy
moved hers over John's head, pulling the soft fabric of her second skin
aside. He began to lap upwards into her womanhood as Theresa positioned
herself against the head of his penis and began to lower herself. John
was instantly aware of the difference between a live vagina, and a foam
one. Theresa was warm and firm and slick with her own juices. Her
vagina slowly stretching to accommodate his manhood. She continued to
lower herself until he felt himself strike bottom against her cervix.
And then she continued her downwards pressure until her thighs were
flat against his.

John lapped upwards, Cindy leaned back against Theresa's breasts and
Theresa's hands moved over Cindy's breasts as she began to move her
hips over John's erect member. Cindy's head turned back and the girls
kissed over her shoulder. John was in seventh heaven. The firm
Theresa's vagina sliding tightly over his manhood. The rich aroma of
Cindy in his nostrils. The view up over her flat abdomen and between
the twin peaks of her firm breasts. He lapped and stroked away in
blissful abandon.

Theresa was going out of her mind with John's big member testing the
confines of her young, tight vagina. She worked her way into a frenzy,
only letting up as she felt John starting to tense too soon. No sense
wasting it. She settled down to a slow easy rhythm that eased up on
John while actually heightening her satisfaction. The strokes were long
and deep, pressing hard against Theresa's cervix at the end of each of
her down strokes.

She wished that John hadn't had his vasectomy. She longed to feel his
semen expelled right up against her cervix to begin its long swim into
her uterus. Now the fluid was there, but contained no swimmers. She
thought. The image of John ejaculating against her cervix pushed
Theresa over the edge and she began to buck wildly about in orgasm.

Theresa's sudden convulsions triggered Cindy's spasming upon John's
tongue. He lapped hungrily up to catch every drop of her discharge.
This didn't distract him quite enough to avoid his own orgasm, which
had been very near. His hips lifted high up off the bed, lifting
Theresa with him and pushing up HARD against her cervix as his seed
gushed into her. Theresa screamed with mixed pain and pleasure as her
imagined image came true. Feeling a sudden warmth up further inside her
as part of his fluid forced it's way into her uterus. She spasmed long
and hard, her mind awash in the white explosion of orgasm which sent
her away. Her body -with a mind of it's own- continued it's
contractions randomly. She fell off to the side of John, unaware of
anything.

Cindy continued her bucking upon John's face. He had a firm grasp of
her thighs with his hand. Each time her hips lifted in orgasm she
lifted John right up with her and his tongue never stopped. Five times
he rode her wild hip gyrations before he released his grip and she fell
to the other side.... right on top of herself. Almost without missing a
breath she moved her hips against the mannequin. Pushing the legs apart
and pushing her pelvis area into her doubles. She began to grind her
hips against the inert figure. Her body jerking in wild contractions.
Again and again she cried out and spasmed until exhaustion took her and
she collapsed down on the inert figure. Her hands still roaming over
the mute figure. Her head nestled between the foam breasts.

John watched in amusement for a moment, and then turned to Theresa who
was just beginning to stir. He softly caressed her body as she opened
her blue eyes to face him. She pulled him hard against her and hugged
him with all her might. Her body quivered and jerked once more
spasmodically.

When she could breathe again, she said huskily, "What was it that
character in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy said about earth.....
'Mostly harmless'." She grinned.

"Welcome back, lover. Have a nice journey?"

"Very nice.... one of the nicest. Was I gone long?" she queried.

"Not too long... missed Cindy's finale though. She raped herself till
she passed out." John chuckled. Theresa looked over at Cindy's inert
form atop the second Cindy's inert form. The top one was breathing deep
and regularly. Sweat trickled down off her face and over the
mannequin's breasts. Theresa reached out a hand and caught a drop on
her fingertip, bringing it to her lips.

"I do love that girl.... And you," she said, turning her face once more
to John's.

"I love you too," John replied. They melted into a soft sensual kiss,
accentuated by the salty drop still upon Theresa's lips. Then Theresa
snuggled to him once more.

"John..."

"Yes?"

"Do you ever think about... God?"

"Some..."

"What?... I mean what do you think about him?"

"Well kitten... One, I'm not so sure he's a he. Perhaps rather an
*it*."

"How so...?"

"Well... over the years I've developed my own theories. Think about
this: Every single particle in this universe is aware of every other
one. Perhaps not much. But some. A movement of a single particle on one
side of the universe will have an effect upon every single other
particle. Some effects may be strong, connected with either the strong
or weak nuclear force. Others much weaker, connected by the force of
gravity which diminishes with the square of the distance between them.
This may result in a minuscule effect over the distances of the
universe, but *it's not nothing*. There *is* an effect. Now... Am I
losing you?"

"No... I sort of follow so far."

"Good... Now it's been speculated by some -I can't quote who- that
intelligence is based upon levels of complexity. That when a system
becomes sufficiently complex, that it becomes aware of itself. Now I
tie in an obscure study I read about a thing called 'ordered states of
chaos'."

"Lost me there."

"Chaos is a state where there is no discernible order."

"Then how can it be ordered?"

"Well, according to the study, Certain patterns seem to emerge again
and again within many systems which were thought to be chaotic.
Indicating that it isn't really chaos, just that the pattern is not
readily discernible."

"Oh.. I think."

"Not an easy concept, but bear with me... These ordered states seem to
be natural niches that *any* system seems to *like*, for lack of a
better word. Not only that, but the states seem to be self replicating
once started."

"How so?"

"I mean that once a system drops into these states of order, it tends
to have a growing effect upon the elements of the system not yet part
of the order, until the whole system, or parts of it resemble these
states of order. Kind of hard to explain, but I get the feeling that
these ordered states are the foundation of life itself."

"Ooh... you mean that there is physical evidence explaining the mystery
of life?"

"Well... not quite yet. But I'm glad you made the connection. I don't
know if anybody else ever made the connection from this study. I have
it here in the library if you want to read about it. But I wouldn't go
so far as to say there is a direct connection just yet."

"So how does this all tie in with ... particles in the universe being
aware of every other particle?"

"Because, I think Kitten, that the universe is aware of ITSELF. Think
about the defining factors you may have read about God. Omnipotent,
Omniscient -all knowing-. In all things, through all things. My theory
fits all those criteria. And if intelligence actually does occur as a
result of a level of complexity, well what's more complex than the
universe itself?"

"Oh... I get it.... Then it really would be all powerful. If it took a
mind to, it could do... anything. So God really does exist," Theresa
said, profoundly.

"I think so.. but that doesn't mean that he takes an active part in
every little sub corner of himself. That would be like you trying to
control the growth rate of a particular toe nail, or -closer to scale-
a part of a single hair. While you may, over years of bio-feedback
training actually come to be able to minimally influence that (just for
the sake of argument), you're not likely to try. You pay more attention
to your overall health. If a pain presents itself to your
consciousness, you deal with it the best way you can.

"Anyway... All this means is, that while I do feel that God exists,
that existence doesn't have the same effect upon me that it does upon
believers of organized religions. I think that God is way too busy
going about the business of making new stars and blowing up old ones...
-which makes you and I possible as we are all made up of elements which
were once part of stars- to be bothered with whether or not I'm being a
good boy."

"But if that's the case, then wouldn't it make sense that he would
visit a few on each planet and give them rules for living?" Theresa
asked.

"Uh..... hadn't thought of it that way, but I don't think so. The thing
that makes us want to believe that sort of thing is the belief that we
are somehow special. I don't think that's so. If the rules of ordered
states of chaos are true here, then they are true everywhere. That
would make life *very* prolific. Arising anyplace that would allow
those states to exist physically. Now that is probably one hell of a
lot of places. On the order of millions to billions of planets just
like ours alone. Let alone places which may only let those conditions
to exist for certain intervals of time.... actually again just like our
planet.

"Some time in the future our sun will expand to the point where it
devours our planet. Won't happen for some billions of years yet, but it
*will* happen. There are billions of other places where those states
may exist for shorter periods of time, but they will exist nonetheless.
If God is really omniscient, and actually values *Life*, then he must
give each of them the same degree of attention that he focuses upon any
other. The result is the same. He doesn't get involved in *local
politics*."

"So that leaves us pretty small and meaningless..." Theresa said,
somewhat sad.

"Nope. Who's to say what the value of any part is compared to any other
part? You may not think you value your big toes too much, but just try
balancing without them. You may not give much thought to your liver,
but it produces all the red blood cells in your body. Your bone marrow
produces your white blood cells. Your eye's notify your brain that a
train is coming so it can tell your feet to get you off the track. One
hair on your head may tell you that a black widow spider is crawling on
you and you can swat it away before it bites you and kills the whole
system of your body. So who's to say that we have any less value to the
system than any other part. I for one don't think so.

"I know for a fact that the entire universe will be aware of the
movements of my body when I direct it to move from one chair to
another. Knowing I affect the whole universe hardly makes me feel
insignificant."

"But... I.... I...."

"Look, kitten. Do you like yourself?"

"Uh.... I guess so..."

"And do you like me?"

"You know I do... Cindy too."

"And do you feel ashamed of your relationship with me?"

"Uh.... no, not really. "

"How about your relationship with Cindy?"

"Well.... I don't know."

"Do you love Cindy?"

"You know I do!"

"Do you think she loves you?"

"Of course... and I know that she loves you too... That's not the
point."

"So what is the point?"

"I don't know.... it's just that it says in the Bible that two women
shouldn't lie together."

"It also talks about guys having 400 wives and 300 concubines. Think
that's OK?"

"Well... no."

"Actually, I do. Provided it's OK with both him and all the others. But
even if he made love to five different women a day, then each would
only get to make love only twice a year. Not very fair to the women.
Nor him. He'd be a physical wreck. But my point is.. that if it does
not do harm to another, then it is nobody's damn business what *I* do
or what anybody else does.

"I'm damn sure not going to purposefully sign up for a set of rules
that other people thought up to try to direct my behavior because they
think that I should act like them. Or even worse, like they think they
ought to but don't really act themselves."

"So you don't think the Pope is important?"

"Not to me... I think he's an important *Icon* to many millions of
people in the world. He's a point of reference in their life. His
existence makes their life easier. The symbology surrounding him lends
credence to the rules that the church has developed over the years. But
I think that those are rules thought up by men who thought it was their
duty to think up rules for people to live by. I don't think that
anybody else has the right to think up rules that tell me how to live.

"I see the need for society to have rules that govern the behavior of
individuals who seek to deny others of life or property. But that's
all. Those rules should not abridge my rights to live my life as I so
choose as long as I don't infringe upon the rights of others in doing
so."

"So.... you think that all religions are false?"

"I don't know, kitten. I'm a devout agnostic. That means that I know I
don't know, but I don't think anybody else does either. ..... Look, I
know what this is all about. I know you've been reading up about
religion on the Internet."

"You've been spying on me?" Theresa asked in alarm.

"No... I went to use your computer because mine was tied up at the
time. I stumbled on your bookmarks and got curious. I went back and
followed them forward to see what was bothering you... Because I care a
great deal about you. I love you very much. I care about what affects
you. And as I said, you have complete freedom to do anything you wish
to do as long as it doesn't affect the rights of others. I care a great
deal about you, but I also care a great deal about my freedom and
rights. The direction you were heading could have a very profound
affect upon both mine and Cindy's rights."

"How so?"

"Well, suppose you converted to Catholicism, now you're supposed to
confess your sins to a priest. Now if you think your behavior with
Cindy and I to be sinful -which it would be according to the rules of
Catholicism-, then you must confess this behavior to a priest. That
requires you to divulge to another person -whom Cindy and I have no
choice in the selection of- your behavior involving the two of us. Now
if that person is not up to the conditions of his vows -which Cindy and
I would have no control over- he might turn around and report this
confessed behavior to the local law enforcement agencies, who would
take a very dim view of all our relationships.

"Now I'm not saying that any of this will happen, but I am saying that
it very easily could. One of the rules of most religions, is that
you're supposed to rat on yourself when you break their rules. Fact is
that almost no religion in the world would condone the type of
relationship that we all share.... and I personally don't see a damn
thing wrong with it.

"I *have* been honorable in my behavior. When you first arrived, I did
not take advantage of you. In fact I was very charitable. In fact you
took advantage of me while I was asleep. Now I don't object to this
now. But I did -in fact- then. Anyway. I have been more than honorable
in my behavior to both you and Cindy. I have never forced my will upon
either of you. I have given you tasks to perform, for pay... but none
of them have concerned your morals, or ethics. Whatever behavior you or
Cindy have chosen to become involved in with me, or each other has been
a result of your own desire to do so.

"I did not try to coerce either of you into leaving home, I did not
coerce either of you to come here. You made the suggestion that we let
Cindy come live here. I told you my objections before hand. When you
insisted, I allowed it to happen. I even supplied the means for it to
happen, but I did not make the decision for her. She decided on her own
to come here. You decided on your own to stay here. You decided on your
own that you wanted to make love to me. You decided on your own that
you wanted to make love to Cindy. Cindy decided on her own when she
wanted to make love to you. She decided on her own when she wanted to
make love to me. I decided on my own when I wanted to make love to her,
but neither of us did make love to each other until you decided that it
was okay.

"Every morning you get out of bed and perform your chores. Cindy does
the same. Every day the two of you perform the tasks that we agreed
upon as conditions of your residence here. We have agreed upon
obligations to each other. We all meet those obligations. None of those
obligations involves our love lives. If anything, those obligations are
temporarily put aside when we make love. But making love with anybody
here by anybody else is not part of those obligations. Anybody is free
to decline or accept anybody else at any time.

"Now our behavior towards each other has been fully honorable according
to the sense of ethics that I govern myself by. I try to impose those
ethics upon no one else. They are mine. If one of you should offend my
sense of ethics, then I would notify you of that fact. Because it would
or could affect our relationship. If *you didn't know* that it offended
that ethic, then you would *not* have the freedom to voluntarily stop
the behavior, or argue against the ethic itself. Which by itself would
be unethical of me.

"Now I don't know if you've followed this whole discussion, but my
whole point is that I am not the least bit ashamed of my behavior. I am
not the least bit ashamed of my relationship with either you or Cindy.
In fact I am damn proud of my actions in regards to both of you. And I
am damn proud of both of your actions in regards to both me and each
other. I think that you have both grown into bright, educated, caring,
sensual and sexy women. Now most religions in the world would not agree
with what I just said, and that is why I don't have an "interest" in
most religions of the world. Clear enough?"

"Hear hear!" Cindy said from behind John. Theresa just nodded and
hugged her man.

"Did you have the consent of that mannequin for the attack you
perpetrated upon its person earlier?" John joked.

"Yup... as she is me and it's what I wanted at the time," Cindy
replied, "But she's kind of a cold motionless bitch when it comes to
snuggling. Can I come over there and join you two?"

"Okay by me," John said.

"By me too... Cindy.... my love," Theresa replied.

"So you agree with what I said?"

"The parts I understood. I'm still real fuzzy on the ordered states
thing and all that inverse square law bit, but what you said about our
behavior towards each other makes absolute sense. I feel much better
now... and I'm not ashamed of my behavior either. Except at times when
I've been .... overly possessive of each of you. Wanting each of you
for myself while denying you to each other. That wasn't fair... or
ethical. I'm sorry for that. I didn't know myself what I was doing, or
what I wanted. All the time you two just wanted the exact same thing
that I did.

"Sometimes I'm still a little envious of your relationship. I know in
some ways you're closer to each other than you are to me. But now I see
that is true because you both have honored each other's rights. You
share that mutual pleasure and that makes you feel closer naturally.
I'm going to do my best to honor your rights myself from now on. Not
only because I want to share that feeling with you, but I want to feel
it myself. I want to be proud of myself for my actions towards both of
you. I love both of you more than you'll ever know." Tears dripped
freely from Theresa's eyes. Cindy's eyes had their own leakage problem.
John pulled each of the women close to him.

"And now.... ladies... we are a *family*," he said. They lay together
caressing and kissing each other for a long time. "How about that
walk?" John finally asked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 25

It was a good thing that Mr. BLM wasn't on the hill as they walked
about the estate arm in arm, talking about things that would be nice to
do in this corner or that. Making plans for the future. Sharing each
others company. Touching hands or other body parts or just sharing a
look. There was a new closeness between them all.

As evening drew near, Cindy said, "My turn to cook." And pulled herself
away after a quick hug and kiss from each of them. John and Theresa
continued arm in arm as they sauntered about the grounds.

"Why do you think most religions wouldn't like our... or more
specifically mine and Cindy's relationship?" she asked.

"Oh... I think that's fairly obvious. It threatens the status quo. It's
easy to think about a man and a woman together being natural. You've
got a nice warm niche, I've got a plug that fits it. When men and women
get their unique parts together, most often children arrive some time
later. Life is a wondrous, mysterious and therefore must be a spiritual
thing. To wit; men and women getting together to see if their parts fit
must somehow have something to do with spirituality, because when they
do it a mystical thing quite often happens.

"When two women get together and rub special parts, nothing so
spectacular occurs. Thus men and women doing it is spiritual, women and
women doing it isn't.. and must therefore be wrong. Of course the same
applies equally to men and men..... "

"Okay... that makes sense.... I guess."

"Well, add to that that those rules were established a long time ago.
When there weren't all that many people. There was strength in numbers.
When the same sexes got together, the tribe didn't grow. And not only
that, but the two of them fulfilled their sexual desires and thus
didn't go off and do what they were supposed to with others as well."

"Cindy said much the same thing.... it also makes sense. But what about
you and I?"

"You mean the age thing?"

"Yes.. I guess. At least society wouldn't make so much fuss about it if
I was closer to your age. It may raise an eyebrow or so over the fact
that we weren't married, but basically they wouldn't much care. But
because of the fact that I'm under a certain age... and because you're
over a certain age... well they would seem to care a great deal about
it."

"Well... I guess that rule developed as a means of protecting children.
It would be incredibly complicated to try to decide on a case by case
basis, so it becomes a general rule that applies to all people. That's
one of the problems with rules, they take on a greater significance
than the thing they were created to protect. But look at it another
way. Suppose that I had kept you here against your will. That you only
came to care for me because I had brain washed you into it. That I had
forced myself upon you. That you had been a virgin when you came and I
had raped you, and that you had no choice but to submit to me because
your only other option was to be cast out to freeze to death. Now
wouldn't the rule against our relationship seem to serve to give you
some sort of legal recourse to protect you from that? That my fear of
the penalties would serve to dissuade me from doing those things."

"I guess so.... but you didn't do any of those things."

"Ahh, but... there are others in the world who would. Those particular
rules were designed to protect you from that."

"But what if I don't want protecting?"

"Well...In Law, there's a thing called Prima Facie....Now if I
understand it right, then its purpose is to deal with exceptions to
rules. It seldom gets applied. Usually judges follow the letter of the
law. But Prima Facie is meant to deal with the spirit of the law. Many
states have Prima Facie traffic laws. Now say you get a ticket for
running a red light. You can fight that ticket if you can prove that it
was safe for you to do that. The conditions of the offense may be used
to mitigate the charge. Now it's going to make a big difference if you
ran the red light at three in the morning, after stopping completely
and looking both ways. Having full visibility in both directions for
several miles. You see no cars and cautiously cross the intersection.
That is a lot different than running a red light at rush hour, without
slowing down or looking. Society's rules, however don't always have a
prima facie clause to them. Sometimes even the hint that a person might
be breaking them is enough to garner the punishment, whatever that may
be."

"So... how does that apply to us?"

"Oh... if the authorities were to catch us... Say Mr. BLM had a cousin
who knew Cindy's folks and Mr. BLM showed a picture of her to him and
he recognized Cindy. He knows that Cindy is missing and puts two and
two together. He notifies the authorities who first talk to Mr. BLM and
he shows them pictures he took from the ridge. Now the local
authorities from your area have a missing persons report on Cindy,
listing known associates... You. And you're also missing. They have a
description of you which coincidentally matches a girl in the photo's
that Mr. BLM took. Now the authorities borrow the picture and take it
back to your home town and ask your folks if it's you. Both they and
Cindy's folks say: 'that's our little girl!' After that they take that
information to a judge who signs a search warrant. Then the commandos
and swat team descend upon our little enclave here. They haul you and
Cindy off to Juvenile hall and me off to Jail. Now they bring us before
a judge. Who will try to ascertain just why two run away juveniles are
living with an old man in a hole in the desert."

"But..."

"Let me finish.."

"OK..."

"Okay... Say the judge is a fair one. He follows the spirit of the law.
He actually asks both you and Cindy how you came to be living out here
in the middle of nowhere. You girls both tell him the truth and the
whole truth concerning your relationship with me and the fact that you
were both escaping the abuse of your folks. Now I get grilled too. The
judge is magnanimous and actually lets me talk. I point out the facts
that you're both happy and healthy. That you have not been forcefully
abused. That you have been studying diligently for your GED's and that
I have provided a financial foundation for your further education once
you obtain them. Now the judge, if he doesn't have to answer to any
local do-gooders or doesn't give a shit about re-election, may look at
the case in regards to the spirit of the law. He may give me probation
and shuttle you two off to foster care until you two are eighteen.

"But, it's highly doubtful that he will fully dismiss the charges.
Under no circumstances would he let you and Cindy back into my custody
to let you return here to live. Because by doing so, would once again
break the laws that I was charged with in the first place. Even though
it was in keeping with the intent of the spirit of the law, which was
your well being."

"So you're screwed..."

"Oh... not really compared to what could happen. Probation isn't that
tough. It just stays on my record and the local sheriff comes out here
for a look see every time some local girl shows up missing. What could
happen however is if the judge also happens to be a fire and brimstone
religious fanatic and has a whole passel of do-gooders pressuring him
to castrate me. Worst case is probably that you and Cindy are returned
to the custody of your folks, and I go to prison for fifteen years on a
charge of child molestation, which results in my demise in prison, as
prisoners take a dim view of baby rapers."

"But we're not babies! And you didn't rape us!"

"Not much time to explain that when three guys with sharpened hack saw
blades are coming at me with intent to actually castrate me... and the
guards are conveniently not listening to my screams."

"That could actually happen?"

"Could... not really likely. Now if you and Cindy were closer to
thirteen than to eighteen, then it very likely would happen."

"I didn't realize how much you were risking by having me here.... That
explains why you seemed so freaked out about it sometimes when I first
arrived."

"I don't recall freaking out."

"Oh...you know. Tense when we were together in town. Watching the rear
view mirror because we passed a patrol car going the other way."

"I call that cautious."

"Yeah, but I didn't know just what they could do to you at the time....
I didn't know much of anything."

"Oh... you weren't a total loss. If you had been I would have scooted
you off to the local authorities and dumped you on them."

"You wouldn't have!"

"Maybe.... more likely I would have just given you a little cash and
sent you on your way."

"Now that I believe. You're kind of a soft touch... you know. A nice
old.... *mostly harmless*...lovable soft touch whom I'm very grateful
to and love very much."

"Why thank you, Ma'am! You're kind of cute yourself .... for a little
girl. But I'm not that old!"

"No, you're not. But I thought you were ancient when I first got here.
You didn't have any video games and liked to work. Fact is that most
kids nowadays wouldn't give anybody over twenty-five the time of day.
Let alone get involved with them .... romantically."

"So you're romantically involved with an old man who still doesn't have
any video games."

"Yeah....I kind of like it that way too," Theresa said, snuggling to
his side.

"Think that I do too... shall we go see how dinner's coming?"

"In a minute... John... I meant what I said about you and Cindy. It
doesn't bother me anymore like it did. I was just envious of the
closeness I saw between you two. I think that's what first made me be
interested in religion. I was looking for a way to fill that empty gap
in my life. But I can't really blame you two. You weren't trying to
hide it from me."

"Oh... I guess subconsciously we did a bit. But only because we sensed
that it would bother you."

"I know that..... It's just that... well. Can I make a prediction?"

"Sure.. what?"

"Well... I picture myself going off to college next year. I want to. I
also picture myself meeting someone special to me and getting married
and having kids."

"I picture much the same thing for you. That's what I intended in the
first place... but I must admit I'm going to miss you very much."

"I know that's what you had in mind for me. I know that's why you had
your vasectomy. And I understand now why you did it. I'm going to miss
you too, but like it or not you've got a life long friend. If I can do
it without hurting my husband I would like to come back and make love
to you for your sixty-fifth birthday."

"Something to look forward to."

"And your seventieth and your eightieth and maybe once a year from now
until you die."

"Hell, maybe it won't be so bad getting old! But can you start now
instead of next year?"

"Oh..... you *like* making love to me?"

"Can't deny it. I must admit having two teenage girls who *want* to
make love with me hasn't been a bad thing for my ego."

"I think that any woman in her right mind would want to make love to
you... once she got to know you."

"Thanks.. now about dinner."

"Just a sec. I'm not through with my prediction."

"Okay..."

"I picture myself going off and doing those things.. But not Cindy. I
think she'll want to stay with you."

"I want her to go to college too."

"That she may do... but she'll come back. You two.... well ... *fit*
each other."

"I don't know if that will happen. Yes, I love Cindy very much. And we
do have much in common. But she may want to have kids sometime. That's
not going to happen with me."

"Well... She may surprise you.. That's the way I see it, anyway."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"That's precisely what I'd like to see happen. When I come back I'd
like to make love to *both* of you every year. She may need it more
than you if she hangs around. You might just start to slow down when
you reach seventy or so. She might get pretty horny."

"There in lies the problem of the thirty year difference between us.
Otherwise your prediction sounds just fine by me."

"Good. Glad to see you've got an open mind about it."

"Didn't say that..."

"Well... shall we go see how our lovely little wench is doing with
dinner?"

"Okay... Thanks, Theresa.."

"For what?"

"For taking the time to understand about how I feel about Cindy."

"No problem boss... Wanna beat me after dinner?"

"You deserve a good tongue lashing!"

"Ooh! Can't wait!" They walked in arm in arm. Theresa stopped before
they went in and gave him a soft passionate kiss and a warm hug. She
was brimming with joy. Life was good.
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Continued in chapters 26-30.

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