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Castle In The Sand [31-35]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 31

John sat drinking coffee, reading a print out. He hadn't viewed what
the girls were doing for some reason. He sensed he didn't really want
to know. Besides, the tape was running, making an accurate record he
could watch in the future should the urge strike him, it hadn't yet.

Lately his surveillance had started to nag at him. He changed the tapes
mainly out of habit. Heaven knows he certainly had much more than
enough material for any sexual stimulation he was ever likely to use
them for. But that wasn't really why he did it. On the tapes was a
history. It was a record of two women growing up. Their social
interactions between themselves, and he. Part of him hadn't really
acknowledged looked forward to viewing the tapes with Cindy when he got
old... *er*.

Perhaps the nagging feeling was a surfacing of his ethics. He didn't
examine his motivations too closely. Life was good. Not a likely time
for soul searching. He looked up and smiled at his two lovelies when
they entered the kitchen. He could tell that something important had
transpired. They were somehow different... more... content with
themselves about something. Cindy smiled at him and moved to sit in his
lap. She snuggled to him. Theresa passed by on the way to the coffee,
running her fingers through his hair as she walked by.

"So... Did you keep it warm for us?" she asked.

"In the oven. Have a nice time?" John asked, he kissed Cindy softly on
the cheek.

"Mmm.. Very nice," Cindy said, snuggling to him.

"Yes, quite nice," Theresa added, "Thank you for being such a dear."

"You asked me to keep it warm. Not too tough to put it into the oven,"
John said, lightly.

"I know... but. Well, thank you, just the same..." Theresa said. She
moved the hot plates to the table, placing one in front of Cindy.

"You're both quite welcome..." John said, snagging a piece of bacon
from Cindy's plate. He took a bite and then fed the rest to Cindy. Once
food hit her mouth, she kissed him lightly and moved to another chair.

"Didn't you eat?" Theresa asked.

"Yes, but bacon stealing is a long tempting tradition. For some reason
certain foods are fair game. Like French fries. You'd never think about
stealing an asparagus spear, but something like bacon compels your
hand." He chuckled.

"So what's on the agenda today?" Cindy asked between bites.

"Oh... not too much. I've got some legal mumbo jumbo to dig through
over the patents. What about you girls?"

"Oh.. I don't know. Thought I'd study some and I think Cindy and I need
to get moving on some fashions," Theresa said.

"I was wondering if you girls were going to clean up that mess in the
lab," John kind of chuckled. Both girls blushed crimson.

"I... I... I'm sorry John.. " Cindy stuttered.

"Relax... love. It's not that big a deal. I was just teasing," John
said, chuckling.

"I... I.. Couldn't help myself.. I saw the completed mannequin and it
looked so much like you.. and well I guess I just got carried away..."
Cindy said, defending herself.

"I said relax. I meant it. You think that I'm going to find your being
sexually attracted to an exact image of me somehow offensive.. then you
don't understand me very well," John giggled.

"Wish I could take one with me to college," Theresa mused, still
blushing.

"Why not?" John asked.

"Might cause a ruckus in the dorm," Theresa replied.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if you realize it, but you don't have to stay
in a dorm. You're well off enough now that you can afford an apartment
of your own as well as tuition," John said. Theresa looked up startled.
She hadn't thought of herself as "Well to do".

"You really are a sweetheart, John. You can steal my bacon any time you
like," Cindy said.

"Why thank you kindly, Ma'am," John said.

"Quite welcome, Sir," she replied.

"You know, you're spoiling other men for us," Theresa said, finishing
her French toast.

"My great secret plan," John said.

"It's working," Cindy muttered to herself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 32

The girls cleaned up and headed off to clean up the lab. The mannequin
was half sprawled out, hanging off the chair, its perpetual erection
still holding an attraction for the girls. Cindy bent to pick up their
clothes. Theresa hauled the mannequin back up into the chair. It didn't
want to bend, but would lean against the back.

"Let's hang it up by the others," Theresa said. The other mannequins
hung in a row from a beam by their head cables. There was getting to be
quite a collection of them. John had made a second Cindy and an earlier
Theresa. The girls each had a pair of twins hanging before them. Not
quite twins as one of each was a slightly younger representation of
them. The difference between them was incredible. The older models had
larger breasts, wider hips and an overall firmer muscle tone. Looking
at the difference made the girls feel proud of their bodies.

As a partial attempt to make them less of a distraction, John had spun
clothes on each of them. Trying out different styles. The elder Cindy
wore a duplicate of the first outfit that John had made for Theresa
along with a short black skirt. The girls jointly strung John at the
end of the row, next to the elder Cindy. On a whim, Cindy moved the
fabric on her own double aside and "connected" them.

"You do make a fine looking couple," Theresa mused, looking at the
mannequins.

"Yeah. I guess we do. Kind of looks a little out of place though with
John not having any clothing on. Kind of looks like '*I*' discovered
him undressed and decided to rape him," Cindy said.

"So... let's make him some clothes?" Theresa suggested.

"Why not. Let's," Cindy replied. The girls spent most the rest of the
day working with different designs on the computer. They settled on a
fairly traditional tuxedo style. Except much better fitting than one
off the rack. It was with some reluctance they separated the two
mannequins to restring John into the frame. They each got a little
worked up when they set about applying the thin tissue and oiling it.
Finally they got the body covered and started the spinning process.

"Think I'll take a swim and then study some," Theresa said.

"Think I'll go check what John wants for lunch. How about you? Want me
to bring you some?" Cindy asked.

"I am a little hungry. Give me a call when it's ready and I'll come get
it," Theresa replied.

"Nonsense. If I can't wait on my lover, then I quit. I'll bring it to
you," Cindy said.

"I know, you just want to see more of my nude body," Theresa chuckled.

"Guilty," Cindy replied, tweaking a bun cheek. Theresa lifted her and
Cindy's tops and moved to merge their bare breasts together. She kissed
her friend softly and hugged her.

"God, I love you...You are more than welcome to look at any part of me,
any time you want," she said softly.

"Ditto, babe," Cindy said, "I'll look forward to it in about half an
hour." Cindy kissed her softly and then pulled reluctantly away. She
smiled back at Theresa as she left. Theresa checked on the progress of
the weaving and then -as if compelled- she moved to the hanging elder
Cindy. She lifted the skirt and sort of examined the pubic area.
Feeling herself flush with excitement, she returned the fabric over the
area and smoothed the skirt.

"I really do love you," she said quietly, looking up at the mannequin.
She reluctantly left for the pool. Cindy found John in the Com room.
She came up behind him and rubbed his neck and shoulders.

"What ya doing?" she asked.

"Oh, finishing up on the patent papers.... that feels good. This legal
shit always makes me tense," he said, leaning back into Cindy's hands.

"Anyway I can help?" Cindy asked, playfully.

"Just keep doing what you're doing," John replied with his eyes closed.
Cindy looked down on her man as she rubbed his shoulders. His hair was
getting a little thin on top and just a touch gray at the temples. His
body was firm from hard work on the garden and silo. She watched as he
responded to her touch. A slight bulge growing in his pants. She leaned
down and gave him an upside down kiss. The top of her tongue sliding
over his. Quite pleasant, she thought. She also noticed the effect was
not lost on John. The bulge had gotten a lot bigger. She kissed him on
the neck and moved around him.

"I know just the thing for tenseness," she said, sinking to her knees
between his legs. John continued to lay back with his eyes closed as
she unfastened his trousers. As Cindy turned her attention to his
manhood, she was thinking how much nicer the real one was.

Theresa stripped off her clothes and dove in. It was sunny outside and
the tracking mirror projected a lovely rainbow across the pool area
wall. She swam on her back, several times across the pool, admiring it.
Thinking what a nice job John had done on the place. Lot's of little
nice touches everywhere you looked. Like the tracking mirror which
brought daylight into the silo. On several of the floors he had mounted
prisms which cast rainbows of color across the walls whenever the sun
was out.

She swam to the edge of the pool and grabbed a remote control which she
used to turn on some music. Then she turned about and swam several hard
laps. Finally grabbing a floating chair and climbing into it. She lay
back listening to the music and watching the rainbow.

'Not such a bad place to live,' she thought to herself. Cindy snuggled
in John's lap. She too watched a rainbow pattern creep across a wall.
She sighed contentedly.

"So what do you want for lunch?" she asked.

"Hmm... How about this breast.. and these lips... followed by roast
beef sandwiches and then maybe a taste of this..," John said. Cindy
giggled a bit and then moaned slightly over where John's fingers
were.... again. Where his manhood had been a short time before. She
quivered a bit as she reluctantly pulled herself out of his lap and
found her shorts.

"Roast beef it is," she said, bending back to kiss him. His slick
fingers found a nipple and tweaked it. He noticed the glistening
moisture and moved to lick it off. "Now stop that!" Cindy giggled, not
pulling away. "Or it will be dinner by the time I get lunch ready."
John chuckled and kissed her once more before turning her around and
lightly patting her cute rear end towards the kitchen. She snagged her
blouse and pulled it on as she walked away. John looked after her
admiring the way the terry shorts hugged her buns. Then he turned back
to his legal papers, feeling much less tense.

A little while later Cindy sat a plate and a cup of coffee next to him.
She kissed him on the cheek and left. John muttering his thanks without
looking up from his papers. Cindy carried a tray down to the pool. Her
own lunch as well as Theresa's upon it. She set it down on the table
and looked admiring at the nude blonde reclined in the floating chair.
Thinking how much more beautiful Theresa got everyday. Her breasts up
firm and high on her chest. Her stomach muscles firm and flat above the
trim little patch of golden pubic hair. Despite her session with John
just a short time before she felt herself flush with desire.

"Hey, cutie. Come eat," she called. Theresa looked up at her friend and
then slid out of the chair and swam strongly towards the ladder. Cindy
watched her firm backside sliding through the water. She held a towel
out for her friend as she climbed out. Wrapping it around her, she
pulled her into a quick kiss. Theresa held it a bit longer, then moved
to the table. Looking back, Cindy was still standing by the pool's
edge, looking after her.

"What?" Theresa asked. Cindy seemed to come to her senses and moved to
the table.

"Oh.. nothing. I was just admiring your lovely body," she chuckled.

"I knew it. Just as I predicted," Theresa chuckled, "Any particular
spot?"

"Not really. The whole damn thing is nigh on perfect. I don't know if
you realize just how gorgeous you really are," Cindy said, sitting down
and reaching for a sandwich. Theresa stopped her sandwich halfway to
her mouth. Looking a little surprised at her friend.

"No... But I know how gorgeous you are," she said softly.

"Come on. Let's eat. My pretty. Or we won't get anything else done
today but each other.... and John," Cindy chuckled.

"Thought it was a long half hour," Theresa chuckled, sipping a soda.

"Oh.. he just sort of seemed tense... so I cured it," Cindy mused.
Theresa chuckled.

Then said, "Tell me about it."

"What?" Cindy asked.

"Tell me about it. Describe how it happened. Tell me what you did. Tell
me how it felt. Everything," Theresa said.

"Really?" Cindy asked, a bit surprised.

"Really. I want to hear all about it," Theresa said, seriously.

"Why?" Cindy asked.

"Oh.. I just do," Theresa replied.

"Okay...Well.. I went into the Com room and John was sitting with his
back to me.... " Cindy began. As they ate Cindy told her all about it.
Theresa asked leading questions until Cindy was filling in all the
details. Describing exactly what things felt like and what she did.
Theresa felt herself flushing with desire. She knew she was getting
damp inside. She slipped a hand below the table and lightly touched
herself as Cindy talked. Continuing to eat and drink with her other
hand. Her face flushed and her breathing increasing.

As she talked, Cindy began to notice her friend's state of excitement.
This made her realize how excited she was becoming herself. She noticed
the absence of Theresa's hand and the slight movement of her arm. This
led her to drop one of her own hands and unfasten her shorts. The hand
slid inside and her fingers made their way between her legs, feeling
her own dampness.

The food and drinks were long gone. As Cindy concluded her story, both
girls were stroking deep inside themselves. Theresa knew very well now
where Cindy's hand was too. She openly squeezed her breasts and pinched
her nipples with her other hand. Cindy pulled her blouse off and
mirrored her actions. The two girls looking into each other's flushed
faces across the table, neither making a move towards the other one as
they excited themselves.

When Cindy described how John's orgasm felt inside her, a soft cry
emerged from Theresa's lips, she leaned back as her body convulsed in
orgasm. This triggered Cindy's own orgasm which took her by surprise.
Her body jerking in her chair. The girls were quiet for a time. Each
lightly stroking her own body as she cooled down and caught her breath.

Finally Theresa said, "Thank you.. Think I'll take a dip to cool off."

"You're welcome... but don't go in the water. You just ate, remember?"
Cindy replied.

"Oh.. yeah. Wups," Theresa said.

"Come here... I'll cool you off," Cindy invited. Theresa moved to sit
in Cindy's lap. She kissed her deeply.

"I don't think cooling me off is what you had in mind," she chuckled,
cupping a breast and lightly caressing it. Cindy's hands lightly
stroked over Theresa's soft skin.

"Actually. It was.... but if you'd rather?" Cindy said.

"Well... I wouldn't mind a little taste of desert," Theresa said,
sliding down in front of her. She pulled Cindy's shorts off and moved
between her legs. Cindy closed her eyes and moved her hips forward to
meet her friend's lips.

John flipped on the monitor to see what the girls were up to. "Damn...
at it again," he muttered. He couldn't help but find what he saw
exciting, but he also thought to himself how lucky he was that the
girls had each other. There was no way he could have kept up with their
sexual appetites by himself. He watched as Cindy's hips lifted in
orgasm and Theresa's mouth followed them... just as he had taught her
by doing it to her. He switched off the monitor and went in search of
another cup of coffee.

The girls lay on a double chaise lightly stroking each other. Now they
were languid with endorphins. Cindy even more so than Theresa.

"I may be going off to school... but I *never* want to lose this,"
Theresa said softly. Cindy kissed her lightly on a nipple.

"Shower with me?" she asked.

"Love to. But I don't think I could handle another orgasm for a while,"
Theresa replied. Cindy rolled her eyes.

"Me neither. I just like to rub bodies with you."

"Mmm... me too," Theresa said, proving it. Later they all met up in the
kitchen. Theresa started preparations for dinner. Cindy jumped in to
help her. John sitting back reading some legal papers and making notes
on a pad.

"Think you girls could do without me for a while?" he asked. Both girls
looked at him somewhat alarmed. He smiled at them... and himself over
the irony of the question considering what he had seen on the monitor
earlier. "I need to make a trip to meet with my lawyers and sign some
papers," he explained, "I think it would be pushing our luck a bit to
take you two."

"I know... he's meeting another woman and doesn't want us along," Cindy
teased.

"More like I get a break from too much loving," John said, lightly.

"Aww... Have we tuckered you out?" Theresa teased.

"Not yet. But a break to recharge my batteries might be nice," he
replied.

"I think we can make do for a while," Cindy said. Theresa nodded her
agreement.

"For how long?" she asked.

"Oh... probably just a couple of days, but maybe as long as a week.
Depends on how the meetings go," John replied.

"Sure... When you going?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... probably the first of next week," John said.

"When is that? What day is it?" Cindy asked.

"It's Wednesday, three days before your birthday," John chuckled.

"My birthday?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, you know. Happens every year. You'll be seventeen," John
chuckled.

"I forgot all about it... You remembered?" Cindy asked, pleased.

"Apparently," Theresa chuckled, "have to bake you a cake and have a
little celebration."

"Just what I had in mind," John said, "I'd like to see you two in some
of those fashions you've been working on."

"We've been working on a little something for you along those lines,"
Cindy said.

"Oh?" John asked, "What?"

"Just a little formal wear," Theresa said.

"I can't wait... I think," John said.

"You'll love it... And I can't wait to see you in it," Cindy said.

"Well, you'll get your wish on Saturday," John promised. After dinner
the girls returned to the lab to work on John's tuxedo.

"Have to make him one that he can wear in public," Cindy observed,
looking at how clearly the outfit defined his form.

"He could get arrested wearing this," Theresa chuckled, "I like it
though."

Cindy chuckled, "Me too... But admit it. We don't want any other women
seeing him in it."

"No.. And I know you don't," Theresa chuckled.

"You don't either," Cindy said.

"You're right," Theresa admitted, "Maybe I just want John and you
together so that there will be an understanding woman here when I come
for my visits."

"You'll always be welcome.... if I have anything to say about it,"
Cindy said.

"You will..." Theresa said.

"I hope so," Cindy said. John was stargazing in the solarium when the
women found him. Cindy brought him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, dear. That was very nice of you," John said, sipping at the
steaming cup. Cindy shivered a bit and Theresa handed her an afghan,
she pulled it over her shoulders and thanked her. Theresa was already
wearing one herself. Even with the clear barrier, it was a bit cooler
in the solarium during the night.

It was a splendid winter's night. The stars sparkling clear even
through the clear roof. The women reclined, snuggled together in a
double chaise while John looked through his telescope. A spacey style
of new age music playing on the stereo seemed to fit perfectly with the
view.

"I think we're pretty close to one of the meteor showers if I remember
correctly," John said. Just then a colorful streak passed over a
portion of the sky, bringing credence to John's words.

"Show off!" Cindy giggled.

"I aim to please," John said, nonchalantly. As if he had planned it.

"You do," Cindy said, softly. Theresa kissed her softly on the cheek
and squoze her hand. John pulled back from his telescope and pulled a
chaise over next to them.

"Have to get us a triple wide... might have to build one. Never saw one
for sale," he said.

"That would be nice," Theresa said.

"Mmmm," Cindy murmured, snuggling to Theresa.

"We could make room," Theresa suggested.

"No... Three's pretty cramped on that thing. We can snuggle in bed soon
enough," he replied, sipping at his coffee. They sat listening to the
music and watching the occasional meteor for some time. Finally John
stood and extended his hands towards the women. They rose and one moved
to either side of him. They walked together down to the bedroom. By
unspoken consent they undressed each other. John's hands each found a
breast. The girls hands moved over each other and John's chest. John
kissed each of them and then made a pit stop, the girls followed in
suit.

Cindy was first back and crawled into his arms on the bed. Theresa
crawled up behind her and began to kiss her neck as John found her
lips. Cindy lay back in bliss as they each found a nipple with their
lips. Eventually they met between her legs. Alternating between kissing
each other and mutually pleasing her. Later Cindy helped John please
Theresa.

Finally the two girls descended upon John's pubic area. When he was
more than ready, Theresa motioned for Cindy to mount him. Theresa moved
up to kiss John as Cindy impaled herself upon his hips. John pulled
Theresa's hips over his head and he and Cindy sparred tongues around
Theresa's tender spots as Cindy rocked on his hips. Later they all
snuggled together, caressing each other as they drifted blissfully into
sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 33

John wore his custom tuxedo to Cindy's birthday party. The women
drooling over how it fit him. John doing his own salivating over the
outfits the women had picked. They each wore a transparent black body
suit with short white skirts and half heels. The heels just high enough
to give an extra little sexy lift to their cute bottoms. John brought
out some items of jewelry he had purchased on his last trip to town.
One, ostensibly for Theresa, who kissed him in thanks.

Cindy went nuts over the necklace John gave her. And the matching
bracelet that 'Theresa' gave her. John brought out one more package.
Cindy stared at it a little bewildered when she opened the package.

"I'll give you a hint. You need help to use it," John chuckled.
Suddenly Cindy's eyes got real big and she blushed. Theresa looked into
the package and instantly blushed. "Just a little something to keep you
two occupied while I'm away," John smirked.

"Should prove interesting," Cindy said, a little hoarsely.

"You'll find a different one deeper in the package... based upon me on
both ends, but I figured that one based upon you two's actual
dimensions would be more satisfying," John said.

"That's why it took me so long to figure out what it was," Cindy said,
"How can you tell which side is which?"

"I figured half the fun would be in finding out," John answered. Cindy
and Theresa both blushed, but glanced at each other. John could tell by
their eyes that both were eager to try it.

"What's this wire?" Cindy asked, lifting it out of the box.

"Follow it," John said. She did and at the end of some eight feet of
flexible cable a control box pulled out. She flipped the switch marked
on/off and suddenly the two foam blobs at the other end of the wire
began to writhe and snake around.

"Oh my.." said Theresa, hoarsely. Looking at Cindy and absently licking
her lips.

"And the other switch?" Cindy asked flipping it. A buzzing sound was
heard from the base of the two blobs. Upon further inspection Cindy
found the base to be a combination of two pieces which were mirror
images of her and Theresa's nether regions. With her fingertips she
located the positions of the strongest vibrations. "*Oh my*... " she
said.

"And the knob?" Theresa asked, gulping. Cindy turned it and found it
varied the speed of the writhing and buzzing. She turned it off and
examined the other side of the box. A jack on one end. She raised her
eyebrow in question to John.

"Rechargeable batteries," John answered, "I may be gone a whole week."

"And this?" she asked, pointing out a strange connector on the side.

"Oh.. I imagine you two will figure that out while I'm gone," John
chuckled.

"Do you *really* expect us to use this?" Cindy asked. Theresa nodded
agreement to the question. John kind of rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me...I'm John. Have we met?" he said.

"Huh?" Cindy and Theresa said in stereo.

"I'm sorry, I thought I was talking to *my* women. You two must be
strangers around here," John said. Theresa got it first and busted out
laughing. Cindy quickly followed suit, John lastly. Their laughter
built upon itself and soon all had tears rolling down their cheeks and
were holding their sides.

It almost wound down when Theresa managed to gasp out, "So you didn't
answer the question." Then they were all off again. One or the other of
them would glance over at the writhing foam projections and they would
be off again. This happened most the night from then on.

Cindy finally moved into John's lap and said, "Thank you, darling. It's
certainly the most *unusual* birthday gift I have ever received."

"You're welcome. I think you'll like it. If you get stumped, I've
hidden some instructions somewhere in the lab," he said.

"Instructions? Why hidden?" Cindy asked.

"Oh... I think you'll find your little toy more versatile than you
could imagine. Hidden because it's fun. Like I said, in the lab
somewhere," he said cryptically. Actually he said it because he didn't
want the two of them digging around the maintenance tunnels in their
search. Finding the tapes was the last thing he wanted them to do. He
kept the access hatches locked, but that wouldn't deter his little
lovelies once they had their mind set on something. He had banks of
VCR's that would record their every movement while he was gone, also
securely locked up in a maintenance closet where the cables passed
through. A big steel door, like only the government would think of,
securing it.

"I'll miss you when you're gone," Cindy said, snuggling to him.

"I'll miss you too, kitten. Both of you," John said, honestly.

"Do you realize we haven't been apart for a day for almost a whole
year?" Theresa said.

John nodded, "Yeah, I know. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Maybe it will be good practice for me. For when I go off to school,"
Theresa said. Cindy stayed quiet and snuggled to John's shoulder.

"How about that Cake?" Theresa said, jumping to her feet.

"And the champagne in the fridge," John said, unable to get up with
Cindy on his lap.

"I know dear... and the good glasses," Theresa called back over her
shoulder. Cindy turned her head up to him and he kissed her deeply.

"Happy birthday," he said, when she pulled back.

Her eyes began to tear up as she said, "Thanks. It's the best one I've
had for a long, long time." Theresa came back carrying a tray. On it
was a flaming cake, a bottle of Champagne and three crystal glasses.
She set it on the table.

"Come on, birthday girl. Time to blow out your candles," she said.

"First a toast!" John said, goading Cindy to her feet with his hands on
her bum.

"Better hurry, before this cake melts!" Theresa mused. She grabbed the
Champagne bottle and threw the towel over the top as she had seen John
do. Then she untwisted the wire and slowly worked the cork back and
forth through the towel until a quiet "phfft" was heard. She pulled off
the towel with the cork and poured three glasses.

"Why do you open it that way, why not let the cork fly?" Cindy asked.
John opened his mouth but Theresa held up her hand to stop him.

"Two reasons. One; You lose champagne from the overflow and Two; the
sudden change of pressure will change the taste. It actually tastes
better if you let the pressure out slow," Theresa said. "How did I do,
teach?"

"A-level," John nodded.

"I know, not as much fun," she said to Cindy, but beaming over John's
grade. She handed them their glasses. "Your toast?" she asked John.

He raised his glass to Cindy and said, "To our dear friend and lover.
Whom I never want to lose."

"Hear hear!" toasted Theresa, "To our dear friend and lover. Whom *we*
never want to lose." They carefully clinked glasses. The crystal
ringing like three bells. Tears welled up in Cindy's eyes. John and
Theresa joined together in singing happy birthday. The tears started to
flow freely from Cindy's eyes.

"Come on, blow them out before it broils the cake!" Theresa demanded.
Cindy choked back her tears and then blew out all the candles in one
breath. Her tears dripping on the cake. As she stood once more, Theresa
pulled her into her arms and kissed her warmly. Afterwards it was
John's turn. Theresa started to cut the cake while Cindy and John were
preoccupied.

"Spiced rum cake and champagne... Should be interesting," Theresa
mused.

"Nothing but the best... for the best," John said, looking Cindy in the
eyes. They ate their cake and finished the bottle off before retiring
to the bedroom.

"It's your birthday. You can have him all to yourself. I'll sleep in
the guest room," Theresa said.

"No!" Cindy said, "If it's my choice... then I choose *both* of you. I
want both of my lovers with me tonight."

"Your wish is my command," Theresa said, smiling.

"Mine as well," John said, "What would you like?"

"Well, for starters... I want you two to undress me..... but keep your
own clothes on......," Cindy instructed. John rebuttoned his tuxedo.
Theresa refastened her shorts. They each moved to one side of Theresa.
"Kiss Theresa first. I want to watch," Cindy said. John pulled Theresa
into his arms and his lips slowly descended to touch hers softly. He
continued to kiss her ever so softly, sliding his lips over hers, mouth
slightly parted. Then he began to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue
between her lips and sucking her lower lip between his.

Theresa's breath caught in her lungs as John's tongue played tag with
her own. Now kissing her hard and deep. Then soft and light. Finishing
off by letting his lips barely touch hers, sliding slowly sideways.
Nibbling at the corners of her mouth. Lastly he let his top lip slide
gently over hers. The fine hairs on her upper lip merging with his
mustache and tickling her. His hands had slid slowly downwards to cup
her ass during the kiss. Now he lifted his head in inquiry to Cindy as
Theresa trembled in his arms, supported greatly by his hands cupping
her ass cheeks. Cindy sat back looking at the couple before her.

"You two are gorgeous!" She said, "I've changed my mind. John, undress
Theresa first. Then Theresa undress John. But keep kissing and
caressing as you do it." John turned back to the trembling Theresa. He
kissed her again, deeply, as his hands moved to find the closure on her
skirt. "Lift it up first. With her back to me," Cindy said.

The couple turned to comply. John slowly lifting the back of her skirt
revealing the moon image on one shapely cheek. Realizing what Cindy had
in mind, John gently traced the edges of the cheeks with his finger
tips. The effect was not lost on either woman. Theresa fairly quivered
in his arms. John turned Theresa around to face Cindy. He ground his
hips into her from behind as he played under the front edge of the
skirt. Lifting it slowly to reveal the V star burst on the front of the
outfit. One hand continued to lift the skirt while the fingers of the
other hand softly traced the edges of the outfit. Then holding the
skirt up with his wrists, both hands traced the edges and began to play
under them. He kissed Theresa softly on her neck.

Theresa's eyes were closed in passion as she leaned back against her
man, feeling his fingers explore around the edges of her womanhood.
When she opened her eyes they locked on to Cindy's, who was sitting
back against the headboard. Her own fingers tracing the edges of her
own outfit under her skirt. John traced his thumbs up along the edges
of the material and one hand continued up over the hip and around
behind to work on the closure of Theresa's skirt. He opened it and then
he used both hands to slowly lower it over her shapely hips. Turning
her in his grasp so that Cindy saw the moon rising above the top of the
skirt as it was lowered.

Instead of just releasing the skirt after it passed beneath Theresa's
ass cheeks, John bent slowly as he lowered it to the floor. Then his
hands traced back up Theresa's shapely legs and over her ass cheeks.
Then he turned her once more to face Cindy as he explored the front of
her body through the thin fabric. His hands cupping and squeezing her
breasts softly, tracing her erect nipples with his fingertips. Then
letting his hands explore, he kissed her on the neck. Once again
grinding his hips against her backside.

Theresa was fairly dripping by now. Her body trembled at the slightest
touch. When her eyes turned to Cindy she found her tracing her own
nipples and pubic area with her fingertips. Just then John's fingers
found their way under the fabric by her Mons Venus. They slid over the
soft blonde curls and inched their way down between her legs. With his
other hand and his teeth he found the fasteners along the tops of her
shoulders and undid them one by one. Then again using his hand and
teeth he began to slowly lower the top of the outfit one inch at a
time.

His fingers beginning to stroke between her legs in search of her
dampness. They found it and a finger worked between her labia and into
her as he lowered the outfit over her breasts. Kissing her shoulders
and neck. She leaned into his kisses and moaned softly. Her body
trembling under his touch.

Cindy watched John's hands tracing over the firm blonde's body. Her own
fingers tracing her body in unison with his. As such one of her hands
was now beneath the fabric between her legs. Stroking herself as the
other traced beneath her breasts and over her nipples. Her breath was
ragged in her throat. The fingers between her legs, drenched with her
desire.

Watching Cindy from the corners of his eyes, John withdrew his fingers
from between Theresa's legs and brought them up and first sniffed and
then licked them. Cindy did the same. Quivering as she did so. John
used both hands to lower Theresa's top slowly past her nipples and down
to her abdomen. Then he turned her once more as he continued to lower
the outfit. This time the moon distorted and rumpled as it was replaced
with smooth, tan skin. John kissed Theresa deeply, her tongue hungry
and searching in his mouth. John continued to turn them as he lowered
the outfit beneath her ass cheeks and one hand moved over her now bare
breasts.

Keeping wherever he was caressing visible to Cindy. He kissed down over
Theresa's neck and over her shoulder then down to her breasts as his
hands lowered her outfit. As his lips reached her nipples, they
diverted and kissed around the edges of her breasts, circling in until
he softly sucked one nipple into his mouth and slid his tongue over the
end. Then he circled the other breast and slowly zeroed in on its
target.

Theresa was visibly shaking now. Goose bumps followed John's fingers
wherever they touched. She felt him kissing down over her abdomen as he
lowered her outfit to the floor. She stepped out of it, her shoes still
on. Then John's fingers released the clasps on them and she stepped out
of each one in turn. John's lips just kissing to each side of her pubic
mound, the tongue dipping softly into the natural valleys to either
side. Then she felt his fingers caressing back up her legs and he
slowly worked his way back up to her lips with his, not missing any
attractions on the way.

Now Theresa stood nude before her friend. When her eyes met Cindy's and
saw the hunger there she was suddenly proud of her body. Stretching and
touching herself before her friend while John's hands traced her
abdomen and he kissed her neck. She turned to him and her fingers
sought for the buttons on his tuxedo.

When she had his coat open Cindy managed to croak, "Leave it on.... but
open his trousers." Theresa smiled to her friend, guessing what she had
in mind. She kissed John deeply and then sank to her knees. Her fingers
finding the zipper and lowering it to release the bulge behind it. Her
fingers sought inside the opening and worked his manhood out through
the trap door in his satin underwear. It sprung out at full attention
and Theresa folded the edges of the zipper away.

Like a magnet to steel her lips were drawn to his throbbing member. She
sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Then she did
her best to swallow it. Moving deeper on each slow stroke, she
continued to swallow it deeper until her lips met the base and her face
was against the fabric of his trousers. John groaned softly. Theresa's
mouth around him was warm and slick. The tongue sliding over the end
almost sent him over the edge. Then she totally engulfed him. He could
feel the tip sliding all the way back and into her throat. It was
almost too much. He gently pulled her off of him. Turning an eye to
Cindy in question of their next action. Cindy's body was fairly
quaking. She had two fingers deep inside herself. They pushed up hard
into her as John caught her eye.

"Lean her over the chair and take her from behind," she gasped out.
John moved to bend Theresa over a chair. There was a problem with
height, but he solved that by moving two short foot stools from the
closet area to either side. Theresa put a foot up on each one and bent
over the back of the chair. John came up behind her and kissed her on
the shoulder as he positioned himself against her vulva, working the
tip back and forth to gather her ample natural lubrication. Then once
positioned he stood up and began to push forward.

Cindy watched in fascination as John's member began to disappear into
her friend's tight vagina. She heard Theresa's moan of delight and
pushed up hard herself with her fingers trying to duplicate what she
felt. John continued to push in until he was all the way in seated up
firmly against Theresa's cervix. Then he continued to push even longer
as her vagina tried to stretch to accommodate him.

Sensing that Cindy couldn't see much, John reluctantly began to
withdraw. He backed out a scant inch at a time only to push forward
again all the way in. Each time withdrawing further only to push
forward again. As Theresa stretched out and he became better
lubricated, he pushed forward faster. Striking her cervix hard. Each
time Theresa gasping suddenly. Then without warning her body began to
quake and convulse. John had to support her hips with his hands as her
knees tried to buckle under her. She cried out as the orgasm took her
on John's next stroke. A matching cry was heard from the bed.

John pushed in hard and stayed there as Theresa's vagina alternately
gripped at him like a vise and then was suddenly loose around him. He
held her firmly by the hips so that her body didn't collapse. The front
half of her, however, slumped over the back of the easy chair. Her legs
coming up off the stools. John tipped the chair back on two legs until
it pivoted easily on them. Once again he began his strokes inside her.
This time using the chair to rock her back against him. His hands on
Theresa's hips firmly controlling the whole thing. Once again Theresa
cried out as her body shook in orgasm. John continued to pump inside
her but pushing in hard each time her body convulsed. After this had
happened half a dozen times he heard Cindy.

"Stop," she gasped. John did. He let the chair rock forward pulling
himself out of the tight blonde. He bent over Theresa's quivering,
gasping body and lifted her gently into his arms. Her body quaking as
he turned towards the bed. Still fully clothed in his tuxedo, his
manhood erect and slick with Theresa's juices before him as he cradled
the lovely blonde in his arms and kissed her gently. Her body spasmed
once more during the kiss. John lay her gently upon the bed and
extended a hand towards Cindy.

Cindy had crawled up to where Theresa lay gasping. She kissed her
tenderly and then looked up at John, his hand extended to her. His
manhood firm before him. Looking like a million bucks in his tuxedo.
Trembling she crawled over Theresa and off the bed, taking John's hand
and he pulled her into his arms and into a deep passionate kiss. Now,
when she had recovered enough, Theresa got to watch as John slowly
repeated the entire process with Cindy. Again the woman on the bed
matched the location of John's hands upon her own body. John didn't
hurry as he followed his previous actions exactly, only now with Cindy.
But Cindy was fully charged up before he touched her. When his fingers
slid between her legs, her body convulsed in orgasm. Then at each stage
where Theresa was close to the edge, Cindy went over. Each orgasm
building upon the intensity of the last. Even so John didn't hurry at
all. His manhood still hard before him.

When Cindy was finally nude she fairly attacked him. Sucking his member
into her lips, tasting her friend's juices upon it. Her body convulsing
in orgasm as she fought to swallow it all. Her fingers now playing
freely between her legs and over her breasts. Pinching the nipples
hard. Then John was guiding her to the chair back. Lifting her hips
from the ground as she fought to find the stools with each foot. Her
breath ragged in her throat as she bent over the easy chair. She felt
John position himself at the opening.

Suddenly, John thrust in hard all the way to the bottom, striking her
cervix hard. She cried out as her body began to convulse in a massive
orgasm. John just pushing in hard, holding her hips back against
himself. Her knees buckled and she slumped over the back of the chair,
which John tipped back once again to keep himself wedged firmly up
against her cervix. Holding himself there as wave after wave of orgasm
took her mercilessly. The instant they began to let up, John would pull
back a short ways and then slam forward again, triggering another wave.

Cindy was like a wild animal now. Crying out and moaning almost
constantly. Each intake of breath a gasping wheeze. Tears rolled out of
her eyes and down her cheeks. John continued his merciless pumping
inside her. Only now beginning to pick up speed. Theresa recovered
enough that she made it to her feet. She came up behind John and began
to peel his coat off. He looked back gratefully at her as the sweat
dribbled down his forehead and across his cheek.

He leaned his head back and Theresa kissed him deeply, holding one side
of the chair so that he could slip his arm out of the coat. She moved
to the other side and repeated the procedure, draping the coat over
another chair. Theresa's hands moved around him releasing catches on
his cummerbund and buttons on his shirt. She kissed at the perspiration
on his neck as she peeled the damp shirt off his shoulders. The
repeated the procedure with the chair on each side as John continued
his strokes inside Cindy.

Finally Theresa found and released the closure on John's waistband and
began to work the tight trousers down over his hips and down his ass.
Literally peeling them down his thighs as the fit was so snug. She
unfastened his shoes and pulled them off one foot at a time. Then
lifted each leg as she guided the tight trousers over his feet. When
she was finished he wore only his socks. Cindy was beyond knowing. Her
very presence filled with the action of John's penis inside her. He had
backed off from slamming into her cervix almost the exact time that her
body had been upon the verge of nausea.

Now his strokes were long and slow. He rotated his hips as he cork-
screwed inwards. Rubbing up against her clitoris as he ground his hips
into her. His hands drawing random patterns upon her back and sides or
reaching around to cup her breasts. Her body convulsing almost at
random. The number of orgasms she had experienced seemed in her mind to
almost equal the number of his strokes. In fact it was dozens while his
strokes were now in the hundreds. Suddenly he struck home again and as
the wave engulfed her once more, she was suddenly gone.

Cindy felt herself being lifted. She felt light as a feather as his
arms.... now bare.... engulfed her and lifted her against his now bare
chest. He carried her to the bed and kissed her deeply before he gently
set her down upon it. Another set of lips found Cindy's from the side
as she felt her legs spread once more. Then she felt John pushing into
her once more. Feeling like it was her very first time, this time the
very special way she had imagined it as a pubescent girl. This time not
associated with the bad memories of her actual first time. To her, this
moment would always be her real first time.

He pushed in slowly, filling her up. Her body gripping at it, wanting
it, needing it. He pushed in slowly until it softly seated against her
cervix. Then a little harder. Her legs wrapped around behind him and
she held him there as her body was engulfed by the gentlest wave of
orgasm that she had ever known. Ripples of goose bumps cascading around
her body. She felt gentle fingertips all over her. Lips on either side
of her mouth nibbling at the corners of it. Tongues sliding over her
lips and across each other on top of her lips. Then searching inwards
from each corner, meeting against hers and the three of them swirling
together softly. She felt bathed in pure love. She held on with all her
might, never wanting the moment to end.

It didn't end. It got better. John began to move slowly once more
inside her. This time the strokes were slow and penetrating. Her legs
still locked behind him pulled inwards with all her draining strength
each time he came to rest against her cervix. It felt like he would
force through it into her uterus. The strokes became longer, but just
as slow and gentle. Now feeling him almost leave her only to push
inwards slowly once more. Each stroke feeling like her mythical first
time. Each stroke accompanied by a gentle wave of contraction and goose
bumps on her body. Then only one set of lips were kissing her deeply.
The strokes picked up a bit in speed. Her hips moving in perfect unison
with her mans. His hips rotating to increase his contact with her
clitoris.

Then the lips upon hers kissed her one last passionate kiss and began
to descend down her neck. They finally came to rest upon her nipples. A
tongue softly swirling around one end only to trace a path towards the
other one. A hand slid down over her abdomen and fingers bracketed her
clitoris. Instead of rubbing it directly, it pushed it down so that it
made almost constant contact with John's large member, stroking deep
inside her.

John picked up speed even more. Now beginning to strike bottom on every
third stroke. A wave of orgasm taking Cindy with each collision. Her
breath now a gasping wheeze. Every nerve in her body fully awake and
alive. One by one lighting on fire as she was consumed by the burning
member inside her. Her orgasms began to strike at random. Now half
centered on her clitoris and half within her vagina. Somehow her legs
had gotten lifted almost back to her shoulders. The strokes were now
fast and deep. The orgasms began to merge one within the other until
her whole body felt like it was contracted.

Then suddenly a finger tip touched her anus and pushed inwards. It
seemed to coordinate her body contractions. She felt a tingling in her
toes and at the top of her head. It spread through her legs and down
her body it was matched by a distant groan escaping her man's lips.
Suddenly he was slamming into her once again. Each stroke striking her
cervix hard. The finger at her anus pushed in and twisted. Her body now
consumed in a pillar of fire centered within her vagina.

As the last strokes slammed home within her, the tingling feeling
traveling over her legs and down her body met inside exactly where the
pillar of fire was slamming into her. Her whole body became one massive
contraction that forced every bit of air out of her lungs in an
animalistic scream. That moment she felt liquid fire burst inside her
as John suddenly collapsed upon her and the finger was yanked from her
behind. A distant cry was heard from the side. The last warm wave of
love engulfed her like white cotton candy and Cindy was gone.

Later, from a great distance John heard, "I think you killed her,
boss." He lifted his head up and Theresa kissed him gently. He realized
he was still on top of Cindy... still within her for that matter. He
rolled off towards the voice and Theresa snuggled to him. Cindy hardly
moved, but a shiver ran through her body.

"Nope... she's alive! Big surprise to me," Theresa chuckled, "I swore
she was a goner." John reached down and pulled the cover over the three
of them. This time Cindy snuggled slightly to his side. "How are *you*
doing? Can I find your heart medicine?" Theresa chuckled.

"I'm..... doing .... great," John managed. He reached out and pulled
Theresa up next to him and kissed her softly, but deeply. Theresa
trembled in his arms.

When he finally pulled back she said, "You are the most incredible man
I have ever met..... and I love you dearly." Tears made their way into
her eyes and began to slide down her cheek. He kissed at them softly.

"Why the tears, love?" he asked gently.

"I... just love you so much.... and why did you have to get that *damn*
vasectomy!" she sobbed.

"Because if I hadn't I have no doubt that by now I would be a father
again, twice. Or at the very least have two *very* pregnant teenage
girls on my hands," he answered, just as gently.

"I...know," Theresa sobbed, "But you've left me no choice but to leave
you to have children. And I don't want to! I want to stay here with you
and Cindy, loving each of you to death for the rest of my life. Raising
a family with both of you." John held her as she sobbed against him.
Caressing her softly.

"Theresa, my dear love. I am almost twenty-eight years older than you.
By the time any child we had was your age, I would be sixty. Now that
just isn't fair to the child. And as much as I love you and would love
to live my life with you, I don't want to see you live your life in a
hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere. If I didn't love you maybe
I could do it. But I do love you.... so I can't," John said.

"But what about what *we* want? Cindy and I? We both want *you*! Her
even more so, but only because she doesn't feel the same need I do to
have children. And as far as living in a hole in the ground, this is
the most luxurious hole on the planet. And besides that you've got
enough money that we could live damn near anyplace we wanted to," she
sobbed.

"I guess that's true enough. And I'm really torn about letting even
Cindy stay. God Theresa I'd love to live my life out with you both
here. But it's really not fair to you. Do you have any idea how much
you two have *lost* by staying here? Do you know how much differently
you two act than other *kids* your own age? You're wasting your youth
on an old man. You only get to be young once. And you and Cindy hardly
get to do any of the things that others your age are doing.

"You're both old enough to drive, but you can't because you're here
with me. You can't go hang out with your friends in the mall. You can't
go biking in the mountains or learn to ski or even take up skydiving.
You're stuck here with a stodgy old man who's looking for vitamins
strong enough to let him keep up with all that natural energy you have.
That both of you have. I just don't have that energy any more.

"It's not my physical shape. I'm in great shape, maybe the best shape
since I was in my early twenties because I exercise daily. It's *age*.
No matter how good of shape I keep myself in, I will never be able to
keep up with even one of you. And as far as living anywhere I want
to... Well right now this is where I *want* to live. I've had enough of
cities and the world outside. I don't want to spoil that world for you
and Cindy. I don't want you to waste your lives on me," he concluded.

"That would be our choice. And it's our right to make it," a voice said
from his other side. He turned towards Cindy and she pulled him into a
passionate kiss. She wouldn't let him pull back until *she* was
finished. "Okay, you listen to me, *old* man. Perhaps we *are* wasting
our youth on you. Personally I don't think so. This is the happiest *I*
have *ever* been in my *entire life*!. I know Theresa feels exactly the
same way. Her life was no bed of roses before she came here either. But
putting all that aside, if we want to waste our lives on you, then
that's *our* business. It's *our* choice to make. And I can say,
speaking for me at least, that you're going to have to bodily throw me
out if you don't want me here. I love you with all my heart. And you
had better get used to that, cause you're stuck with me. Oh, I intend
to go to college like you want me to. But I'll be back. And you can't
build this place strong enough to keep me out of your life!" Cindy
concluded.

"Hear Hear!" said Theresa from the other side, "That goes for me too!"

"But.. " John began.

"SHUT UP!" said Cindy, "Jesus. You just gave me the most incredible
experience of entire my life and now when you could be pleasantly
snuggled to two beautiful young women who adore you thoroughly, instead
you're arguing about being too *old*. God, maybe we *are* wasting our
time on you! Now I want to be softly caressed and kissed while I fall
back to sleep in your arms, then if you have any energy left I think
you should make tender love to that gorgeous creature on your other
side. But either way I don't want to hear another word out of you
tonight unless it's 'I love you!' Got it?" John could only nod.

"Good. Now get on with the caressing part, right after you kiss me like
there was no tomorrow," Cindy concluded. He did his best. Even the part
about making love to Theresa. Nobody was disappointed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 34

Cindy awoke in the morning feeling like she never had in her life. She
was snuggled to the side of her man. Her woman's arm draped over her
shoulder. Her body tingled with love rushes. And she remembered her
words from the previous night. She had told John that she wasn't
leaving. She had laid out the plan for her life. She would go away to
college. She would be in business with Theresa. She would live with
John until the day he died. Which she supposed was at least a good
thirty years from now.

All of which suited her perfectly fine. It would suit her equally fine
if Theresa stayed as well. But she knew she wouldn't. She would miss
her dearly... No matter how much she got to see of her. She just
wouldn't always be there to hug whenever she wanted to. Her fingers
traced lovingly over Theresa's arm. Theresa's fingertips hugged her
back as she stirred slowly awake.

"Good morning...lover," Cindy whispered. She kissed softly at Theresa's
hand before she slid quietly out of bed and into the bathroom. She was
just finishing up when Theresa entered. She hugged her quickly but
firmly before plunking down herself. Cindy moved off to brush her
teeth. Theresa moved to her side and joined her. Cindy finished up and
started away but Theresa grabbed her hand and held her there. After she
rinsed she turned to Cindy and pulled her into her arms. Just hugging
her for a long time. Then she kissed her.

"And good morning to you too, Lover," Theresa said at last. "Just
wanted to let you know how I felt about you. And to thank you."

"What for?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, I was losing the argument with John last night when you jumped in
with both feet and trounced him. I want you to know I'm behind you one-
hundred percent," Theresa said.

"I don't know... I may have over stepped myself," Cindy said.

"I don't think so. He did what you told him. That's more than I've been
able to get him to do in a year. Fact is I don't think he wanted to
win. He loves you too much," Theresa said.

"Did you mean what you said, about you not wanting to leave either?"
Cindy asked.

"Of course I don't. I never have from the first time I ever got John to
make real love to me. I don't ever want either you or John not to be a
part of my life. I guess I'll have you longer than we'll have him. But
that's a long ways away. I can't say that I won't go out and get
married to someone else though. I really want to raise a family. But
even so I won't ever get too far away from either of you," Theresa
concluded.

"Kind of what I figured.... God, I love you!" Cindy said, pulling
Theresa back into a great hug.

"I love you too," said Theresa. Their mouths found each others again.
Cindy cupped Theresa's ass a bit before patting it.

"I'm gonna go cook breakfast. Why don't you go snuggle *our* old man.
See if you can keep him out of the kitchen for a while," Cindy said.
Theresa smiled at her.

"You're the best!" she said, tweaking Cindy's ass before they parted.
Cindy stole out of the bedroom nude. Theresa gently sliding back in bed
with John. Cindy made her way to the guest room and showered then found
her favorite body suit and some hot pink spandex shorts. She felt very
sexy. She looked the part.

It was well over an hour later when Theresa and John entered the
kitchen. Awaiting them were hot Monte Cristo sandwiches and Champagne
orange juice. John came up behind Cindy and she turned in his arms. He
kissed her tenderly, Cindy didn't doubt he meant it. She hugged him a
bit and then turned back to her clean-up.

"You look mighty sexy today," John said, pouring a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, I feel mighty sexy today," Cindy dimpled.

"You both look sexy *every day*," Theresa mused.

"As do you, darling," Cindy said.

"Seconded," John said. Not a word about the previous evening was
spoken. Over breakfast John went over his travel plans with the two of
them. The snow was too deep and John didn't want to be bothered with
the drive all the way to the airport, so a helicopter would pick him up
early the next morning on top of the silo. Should the women have an
emergency, they were to call this number and give them this
authorization code and a helicopter would be dispatched for them. But
not to be used except for an emergency. The women nodded.

He was flying into San Francisco and would be staying at this number.
Yes, he would bring them back some sour-dough bread and some crabs. He
would call them nightly to check in. He was going to meet with this
firm, but would have his cellular phone with him anyway. The women
seemed a bit exasperated over his worry, but kept quiet about it.

"We'll be fine," Cindy reassured him, "You just have a good time and
see the sights."

"Won't have much time for that, I'm afraid," John said.

"Then make time. You're a rich man, remember. You go ahead and take the
whole week, even if you get done with your business before then. We
want you to realize just how much you miss us by the time you get
back!" Theresa said. Cindy nodded.

"Well... I don't know," John began.

"We do. If we see you back sooner than a week from tomorrow, we may
just lock you out," Cindy chuckled.

"I knew there was a reason I liked living single," John muttered.

"Not too many or as good as you've got now. So go have a good time so
we can welcome you home properly," Theresa said.

"Okay.... I'll try." John said. That night, by mutual agreement between
the women, they just snuggled when they went to bed. John was all
packed and slipped quickly off to sleep. Cindy slipped around him and
Theresa moved into her arms. Sometime later they too slipped into
sleep.

John awoke to his alarm and quickly shut it off. The two women were
snuggled together and barely stirred. He quickly showered and dressed.
Kissing them each lightly on the forehead. He looked down at them
longingly for a long time before heading in search of coffee. The
coffee was ready, having started to drip just after his alarm went off.
He sipped at it and toasted a pre-sliced bagel from the freezer. He
double checked his brief case contained all it should and then some.

Finished up his coffee and set the cup in the sink. He turned and Cindy
was in the doorway, clad only in a terry robe. She quickly moved into
his arms and gave him a giant hug. Then she kissed him like she would
never see him again.

"Now you come back safe... but not for a whole week.... I love you,"
she said.

"I love you too," he said. He almost made it to the door before Theresa
waylaid him as well. By the time she turned him loose, a beating noise
could be heard above the silo. John rushed to put on his coat. The
women helping him. Handing him his bags and the brief case he had left
in the kitchen. Cindy tucked his Cell phone into his parka pocket,
zipped it up and they herded him up the steps, each giving him another
quick deep kiss. He stepped out just as the helicopter set down. He
stashed his bags in the baggage storage and climbed in the passenger's
side. Strapped in and put on his headset.

"Good morning, Mr. Stevens," the pilot greeted.

"Good morning... How we doing for time?" John asked.

"Right on schedule," the pilot replied, lifting off. John was afraid
the two girls would come out and wave, but they didn't. They didn't
stick their heads out till the helicopter was headed off into the
distance. They watched it for a while and then ducked back in.

"Breakfast or loving first?" Theresa asked.

"Breakfast... and then loving," Cindy replied, sliding her hand down
the back of Theresa's robe and then up over her backside. They sat
about in the kitchen, their robes unfastened, drinking coffee. Theresa
toasted a bagel and they split it while the next one was toasting. She
glanced over at Cindy. Her firm breasts hanging out of her robe. She
moved to her and ran her fingertips lightly over them.

"Want to try out your birthday present?" Theresa asked, alluringly.

"To hell with the bagels," Cindy replied, reaching into Theresa's robe.
Theresa giggled and pulled away.

"Oh no... you said food *first*. Now we've got a whole week to play.
There's no hurry."

"Jilted for a bagel," Cindy muttered, admiring Theresa's form. But she
was right. They had a whole week.

"So which side do you think is which?" Theresa asked, when they had
returned to the bedroom.

"Well... I think this side is me... so I think we should try it the
other way first," Cindy giggled.

"Suits me fine. How do we go about this?" Theresa said, her eyes alive
with anticipation.

"Well, I think some lubrication is in order. With maybe a lick or two
first to get our natural juices flowing," Cindy replied.

"Mine already are, but it sounds like a good plan to me. Kiss me
first," Theresa said, pulling her friend down onto the bed. They kissed
passionately. Feeling each others bodies with their hands. Then by
unspoken agreement they reversed positions. Each was hot to get to the
double headed monster that John had left them. As they delved their
tongues it wasn't long before they shared their first orgasm. Then
Cindy pulled out a tube of lubricant jelly. She smeared a dollop on her
finger and worked it into her friend. Theresa following suit. Then
Cindy applied some to the monster and coated it generously. She had
Theresa lay back and lift her legs while she got it started.

"Oh God, it feels huge!" Theresa gasped.

"Oh thanks. I think that's my side," Cindy giggled. But when she moved
over Theresa and began to work her end in, her response was much the
same. It took a while to work the monster all the way into each of
them. Then Cindy reached for the controls. She kissed Theresa deeply as
she flicked the switch on the lowest settings.

"Oh My... " Theresa gasped.

"My words exactly.... Gosh, that feels good," Cindy replied. Theresa's
hands moved over Cindy's breasts as she turned up the speed. Theresa
giggled. Cindy moaned. Then Cindy flipped the vibration on. She gasped
and fell flat against Theresa as they both started writhing together in
bliss. Their second orgasm followed shortly thereafter. They hardly
wanted to take the time to try it the other way. But when they did,
they were glad for it.

As good as it had felt on the wrong side, this side was definitely the
right side, in every way imaginable. The foam blobs fit their insides
like an inverse glove. Even the base seemed to fit their pubic
structure down to the hair. They lay exactly as close as their hips
could get. When it was turned on again it seemed to make a beeline for
each girls G-spot. The vibration mode felt ten times more powerful. In
mere seconds they experienced their third orgasm and they didn't even
think of turning it off till dozens more had passed. They rolled around
and kissed passionately, almost in a constant state of orgasm. But no
matter how they rolled, the monster fit them perfectly.

Only when they were laying on damp, sweaty sheets and their hair was
plastered to their temples did Theresa beg, "No more. Please. I can't
take any more." Cindy switched it off. They lay together panting, just
holding on to one another for a long time while they caught their
breath. Some minutes later they were asleep, still hooked together.

Theresa awoke with an incredible feeling of having the largest erection
she had ever seen inside her. Then she remembered the monster and
reached down to slowly extract it. She winced a bit as it pulled out.
Cindy lay blissfully in sleep. A very odd sight protruding from her
pubic area. Just for fun Theresa grabbed the control and turned it full
on. Cindy sat up with a gasping moan. Her eyes wide in search of the
control. Theresa giggled and flicked it off.

"That wasn't nice... It was incredible, but not very nice," Cindy said.

"I think I have it figured out. John intended for us to kill ourselves
with this thing while he was gone," Theresa chuckled.

"It might damn near do it," Cindy gasped, pulling the monster from
between her thighs. She winced as Theresa had.

"What the hell kind of instructions could you need?" Theresa asked.
Looking closely at the monster.

"I don't know, but I do know John. I think we'd better find them,"
Cindy said.

"Maybe after a swim?" Theresa asked. She lifted the trap door and
dropped out of sight. A splash was heard an instant later. Cindy
followed her shortly thereafter, looking first to see that she didn't
land on Theresa or any floating chairs. The water revived them and the
girls were back at each other like they had been the first night Cindy
arrived. Some time later they reclined on a double chaise.

"Theresa?"

"Yes, love?" she replied.

"Do you think that we love too much?" Cindy asked.

"No... I don't think so. Do you?" Theresa replied.

"No... I could make love to you a dozen times a day and still not think
it was too much," Cindy said, tracing her fingers down Theresa's thigh.

"Well... as long as it wasn't that much *every day*... that would be
fine by me," Theresa giggled.

"So let's go find those instructions," Cindy chuckled. Theresa giggled
and pulled Cindy into a deep kiss before they headed for the lab. They
grabbed terry robes and terry top sandals on the way to keep the chill
off. Several hours later Cindy said, "Well we've searched everywhere.
They just aren't here. We even searched both computers." Theresa lay
back in a chair looking over at the row of mannequins.

"Not everywhere," she smirked. Cindy followed her eyes and
enlightenment seemed to take her. They both started towards the
mannequins. "I think I found something," Theresa said, gazing between
the legs of the younger Cindy. A small string hung between the legs.
Cindy came over and looked closely herself. "Must be them, unless this
mannequins on the rag," Theresa chuckled. She grasped the string and
gently tugged on it. Slowly a large roll of paper inside a condom
pulled out.

"Trust John to hide them there," Cindy chuckled, cutting it open with a
razor knife.

"Knowing him, we should have gone straight to them. What do they say?"
Theresa asked. Cindy was reading raptly and glancing over a diagram.

"Oh.. My.. God..," she muttered.

"What?" Theresa asked.

"I think he *is* trying to kill us! Here, read for yourself," Cindy
said. Theresa scanned the page.

"Oh my, we're in serious trouble here," was all she said.

"We don't *have* to try it," Cindy said.

"Yeah, right," Theresa mocked, sarcastically. They both busted out
laughing. They headed arm in arm back to the bedroom. Less than an hour
later they both lay together, satiated, exhausted and blissfully happy.

"God, I hope he never perfects the computer interface he talked about,"
Theresa said.

"Mmmm," Cindy murmured. She stretched like a cat, amazed she had that
much energy. She looked over at the now four headed beast sitting on
the end table and shuddered. "I hope he's patenting that too. While
he's at it," she mused.

"Yeah, who would have thought about slaving two active double dildoes
to one controller," Theresa said.

"That's our John," Cindy said. Beaming.

"Food! I must have food to continue this debauchery," Theresa moaned.

"Your turn... I'll help. Just as soon as I get up the energy to move,"
Cindy said.

"God, I was hoping you had more than me... maybe food can wait till
after our nap," Theresa said. Cindy rolled onto her feet. Glancing at
the "hydra" beside her, she shivered involuntarily. She stood on shaky
legs, then reached back to help Theresa up.

"Come on, darling. I'll help. But I'm ravished... I mean famished
myself. Then we're going to make an equivalent device for our darling
John," Cindy teased. Revenge! This was all the impetus Theresa needed
and she crawled to the edge of the bed.

"Asshole even included cleaning instructions," Theresa said, grabbing
the *hydra* and heading for the bath. Sometime later they felt much
better. They munched on some cookies for desert as they sat at the
terminal and made their plans.

"We can even try it out on his mannequin," Theresa chuckled.

"No we can't. He never subjected himself to that damn hot rear
probing," Cindy said.

"So we make another one and substitute in one of ours. We can do that
can't we?" Theresa suggested.

"We most certainly can, and will," Cindy agreed, turning to the
computer.

About the time the young women began their quest for the hidden
instructions, John's plane was making his approach to SFO. He wondered
idly if they had found them yet. He knew his little lovelies even
better than they suspected. He had been observing them for almost a
year every time they snuck off together for a little tryst. He knew
damn well they would be searching for them. John sighed to himself as
the wheels touched down. Perhaps the toy hadn't been a good idea. It
could backfire on him if they took too much liking to it. He pushed his
fears away as he shifted his thoughts to his business.

"This is tougher than I thought it would be," Cindy muttered.

"Makes you realize what John must have gone through when he designed
yours," Theresa said.

"There's no denying, he's a good engineer. God, just getting the
spacing right between us and the angle of the heads correct. The hours
he must have put in on this.... certainly makes me appreciate his
quirky little gift more... I mean, the amount of time he spent to
*please* me!" Cindy said.

"Methinks the guy likes you," Theresa said.

"I guess.... Maybe this is just his way of showing it," Cindy said.

"He sticks to what he knows. Engineering is his strong point. Personal
relationships isn't. Didn't you ever wonder why he wanted to live out
here?" Theresa said.

"To get away from cities.... and people... I guess you're right... but
I do love the man," Cindy said.

"So do I," Theresa said, "... and you." Cindy turned from the computer.

"This will take a while, but we've got a whole week. I think we can
take a .... stress break," Cindy said, pulling Theresa into her lap.

"I love you too, darling. Uh... natural or do you want to play with my
toy some more?" Cindy asked, sliding her hand into Theresa's robe.

"Uh...natural...please.... I don't think I'm up to your toy... at least
not more than once ... or twice a day," Theresa giggled.

"Suits me," Cindy said, pulling her into a deep kiss. An hour later
they lay -once again- on sheets damp with perspiration. They softly
teased each other with their fingertips. Then the phone rang. Cindy
picked it up.

"Uh..." she said.

"Hi Cutie. See you found my instructions," John said.

"Uh..." Theresa grabbed the phone, pinching Cindy on the butt. She
yelped.

"John?" Theresa asked.

"Well, howdy love. What's wrong with Cindy?" John chuckled.

"As if *you* didn't know!" Theresa said.

"Yeah.... How do you like Cindy's little toy now?" John asked.

"You *know* we are going to get even," Theresa threatened.

"Something to look forward to then. Just wanted to call and check in.
And to tell you both how much I love you. God, I miss you already,"
John said.

"We love and miss you too... But you *promised* a whole week!" Theresa
answered.

"May take that long, the way it went today," John said, dejected.

"Well, at least you'll have the weekend. Not even lawyers work then,"
Theresa said.

"Yes, dear. You'll get your week. Just save some for me," John said.

"I will, here's Cindy... I think she can talk now. Love ya. Bye,"
Theresa said.

She handed the phone to Cindy who said: "Uh...."

"God, hope you didn't break that wonderful tongue.... Tell you what;
I'll talk, you listen. Okay?"

"Uh....nut mine. Swas thwissa's tong whut dude it," Cindy slurred.

"Glad to hear you're keeping up your exercises.... Listen, love. As I
told Theresa, I'll probably be at it the whole week. Lawyers are such
dweebs. Anyway. I'll call you tomorrow night.... I love you. Wish I was
there snuggled in between you."

"Wuve ewe too. Bye," Cindy managed.

"Sweet dreams. Bye," John said, and the line went dead. Over the next
few days the young women were like a couple of kids let loose in a
candy store. Previous to this they had never had the freedom to fully
pursue their desires. They had started their relationship in secret,
stealing minutes from their abused lives to comfort each other. Then
Theresa had disappeared. A few months later she had called Cindy, who's
home life had deteriorated and basically turned to shit.

When Theresa had finally given her the means of escaping, she took it.
Then there was John and his relationship with Theresa to consider. As
much freedom and understanding as John had given them, he was still
around. As deep as their relationship with John had become, he was
still a form of supervision.

Now they had *total* freedom, to do as they pleased. And *please* each
other was what they did. And lots of it. Whichever one awoke first,
would attack the other one. They showered together, making love in the
shower, then back to bed to make love again. Then breakfast, followed
by making love. Then a nap, followed by making love. Then lunch
followed by making love. Then work on their project... followed by
making love.

In between they ran around totally nude except for the terry topped
slippers which kept their feet warm. (Cindy even *dared* fool with the
environmental controls and bumped it up a few degrees.) Grabbing each
others butts or breasts as the whim struck them. Their lips becoming
coarse from all the kissing they did. They made love on the kitchen
table, in the lab, the Com room, the gym, the pool, by the pool, the
library, the solarium, the bathroom, the hot tub, on the floor, in the
hall, against doorways and even in the bedroom. Mostly in the bedroom.
In short; They were like a couple of newly weds on their honeymoon.

Each night John would call to check on them. Sometimes they would
continue to stroke one another while they talked to him. Once Theresa
barely managed to suppress her groan, handing the phone to Cindy who
was licking at her vulva. He'd chuckle and tell them that he loved
them. Yes, he was having an okay time, but the lawyers were sort of
idiots. The only reason he didn't pick another firm was that he didn't
want to go through all this bullshit a second time. He would be through
on Thursday or Friday, but yes he would stay till Monday morning. His
flight out was already booked. They sent him their love, and then would
be back to making more.

Theresa walked into the bedroom on Wednesday and went, "Whew! It smells
like pussy in here. We'd better change the bedding." Which became an
event in itself, having fresh clean sheets to make love on. There
wasn't a spot on either ones body that the other didn't know intimately
and multiple times.

They did each other's hair, tried on fashions, made new fashions. Tore
fashions off each other, tied each other up and basically tortured each
other with sex. They spent the last few days (between making love)
cleaning the silo from top to bottom. They did a mountain of laundry
and basically tidied up.

On Saturday night, right after John's call and between love sessions,
Cindy was passing a maintenance room when something inside made a
familiar sound. She looked at the door curious for a second, then
shrugged and passed by, but it nagged at her. Later on her subconscious
identified the sound when Theresa put a tape into the VCR. Suddenly
Cindy's eyes got real big and she stifled a gasp. She thought some more
about it and then went to check on something in the workshop. There she
found cases of VHS tapes.

She looked about as if seeking something. Scanning an open box. It was
half empty. Another empty box stood near by. She looked in some drawers
as a cover and then left the workshop. She returned to the Com room.
Theresa tracing her fingers over her thighs as she passed by. She was
about to say something to Theresa when she suddenly stopped herself.
She sort of looked around, but of course couldn't see anything. She
just sat there and thought about things for a while. Letting the idea
sink in and deciding what, if anything she wanted to do about it.

After a time she said, "Get dressed, Theresa. Lets go look at the
stars."

"No need to do that, we can see them from the solarium," Theresa
commented.

"No... I want to look at them from the outside," Cindy said.

"It's colder than shit out there. Remember *winter* and *night time*?"
Theresa said.

"Please do as I say... for me?" Cindy asked. Theresa looked at her
friend for a moment trying to figure out just what she had in mind.
Finally she shrugged and they went down to get dressed in warm
clothing. Cindy was strangely silent and kept looking around. Once
clothed, Cindy led Theresa up to the entry. She climbed into her
snowmobile suit and boots. Theresa shrugged and did the same. Suited up
Cindy climbed the stairs to the hatch. Theresa following her. Outside
it was bitter cold. The a steady wind driving the wind chill factor
much lower.

"I told you it was colder than shit out here!" Theresa bitched. Cindy
led her to one of the outbuildings and led Theresa in. "Listen, sweets.
I'll make love to you just about anyplace and anytime, but this is
ridiculous," Theresa said. Cindy turned on the light and faced her
friend.

"Theresa, I brought you up here to talk to you privately," Cindy said,
seriously.

"Huh? With John gone, just how private do you need?" Theresa asked,
puzzled.

"I'm talking about privacy *from* John," Cindy said, quietly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Theresa asked.

"Theresa... I think John has the silo under video surveillance. He's
been spying on us," Cindy said, tears welling up into her eyes.

"Spying on us? What the hell for? He could watch us any time he wanted
to, and did lots of times. What on earth would he want to spy on us
for?" Theresa asked.

"I don't know. I just know that he's using one hell of a lot of video
tape and we don't have anywhere near that many movies recorded," Cindy
answered.

"Is that all? Maybe there's some other explanation for it," Theresa
suggested.

"What? But no, that's not all. I was passing by a maintenance closet
when we were cleaning up. I heard a familiar sound, but couldn't
identify it right away. It sort of bugged me, but not enough to even
try to open the closet. It didn't occur to me till later -when you put
the tape in the VCR- what the sound was. *That* was the sound I heard
when I passed the closet. The sound of a VCR ejecting a tape and the
sound of another VCR starting up. The sound is unmistakable. That's
what I heard, no doubt in my mind," Cindy said.

"But couldn't there be another explanation for it?" Theresa asked.

"What?" Cindy asked. Theresa thought about it a while. Finally she
shook her head.

"I don't know. But *why*?" she asked, again.

"I don't know...... I'm not even sure how I feel about it if it's true.
Like you said, I'd gladly let John watch...or participate anytime he
wanted. I'd even let him tape us if he wanted. But to tape us in
secret, without our permission. God, I don't know. I just feel.... so
*violated*," Cindy sobbed.

"So why out here?" Theresa asked.

"Huh? Oh... I thought about John buying the silo from the government.
Remember when the guy from the BLM showed up last summer? John
activated the road sensors. He knew all about them. He also said that
the government was a whole lot more paranoid than anybody else. Now if
they have sensors buried under thirty males of road, doesn't it make
sense that there are sensors of some sort in the silo itself? John
didn't install them, he found them when he bought the place. He just
started to use them.... to spy on us," Cindy said.

"But that doesn't explain why we're out here. And what kind of sensors
would they put in the silo? " Theresa asked.

"Out here, because John built this. The government didn't. It's
probably not bugged. As to what kind of sensors.... Well, the sensors
in the road detect vehicles. They detect metal, cause that's what
vehicles are made of. But sensors in the silo would be made to watch
people. And the best way to watch people... is by video... and sound.
So I figure John moved into the silo and started tracing wiring that
already existed. He traced some of it back to TV cameras and
microphones buried in the walls. I don't have any idea why he started
using them on us. Maybe being a voyeur turns him on. I don't mind that,
really. *Sometimes* it's exciting to *be* watched. He's welcome to
watch me take a shit, if he wants. Has actually at least been in the
room when I did.... But I still don't like the idea of being spied
upon. And anyway I add it up that's what it amounts to," Cindy said,
tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You're right. It does look that way," said Theresa. "Come to think of
it, John has had lots of video equipment that sort of disappeared. The
monitor next to his computer in the Com room and all that electronic
stuff he used to have wired in there. He moved it all somewhere just
about a month ago. And all that stuff he bought whenever we went to
town, where's that now?" she asked, tears in her own eyes.

"I don't know, probably in that closet. I didn't see it anywhere while
we were cleaning up," Cindy said.

"I didn't either.. So... What do we do?" Theresa cried.

"I don't know... I don't want to lose John over it. Or you," Cindy
said, hugging her friend. They hugged for a long time.

"So how can we find out if that's really what he's doing? Open the
closet?" Theresa asked.

"No.... I don't want to do that yet. It wouldn't be practical to record
everything that went on in every room, all the time. And John is
usually *very* practical. That means he's probably got some way of
tracking us....... That would explain some of the software routines I
saw in the scanning room computer. Anyway, a computer probably runs the
system and just switches to whichever camera has movement on it. Not
*that* hard to do. (I don't *think*.) That sort of system would just
track us and record us trying to open the closet. John would know that
we were on to him. I'm not ready to do that yet.... I guess we could
scrub walls, and look for lenses while we're scrubbing... We'd have to
have a reason.... Have we got any canned spaghetti?" Cindy asked.

"Uh.. yeah. Will *Spaghetti-O's* do?" Theresa said.

"Yup, perfect. Okay, here's what well do..." Cindy began. About twenty
minutes later a cold, pissed off and determined pair of young ladies
descended back into the silo. They stripped off their snowmobile suits
and headed for the kitchen and made hot chocolate. Theresa rummaged
around in the pantry. She came out with a can of *Spaghetti-O's* and
looked at the label. She shrugged and took out a pan and filled it with
water. She put the *unopened* can into the water and put it on the
stove. They took their hot chocolate and headed for the Com room.

They sat back watching a movie. Theresa snuggled back against Cindy as
usual. Cindy kissed her softly on the cheek from time to time. Suddenly
there was a loud "BOOM" and the women startled in true amazement. (They
hadn't expected it to be so loud.) They jumped up and headed into the
kitchen. There was *Spaghetti-O's* splattered over the entire kitchen.

"Fuck!" Theresa said in earnest. (She hadn't expected it to be *that*
big of a mess.)

"I'll say!" said Cindy, "We'd better get this cleaned up or John will
shit a brick. I'll get the buckets." Theresa stood examining the
*Spaghetti-O's* can, which had turned itself inside out.

"Unibomber, eat your heart out," she murmured to herself. She turned
off the stove, grabbed a sponge and began to wipe the gooey red
substance off the cabinets. First they cleaned off all the woodwork
before it had much chance to soak in. It still left some stains. Then
they started on the walls and ceilings, examining every spot on the
walls. They were exhausted by the time the kitchen looked reasonably
presentable.

"Join me in the hot tub?" Cindy asked. A quick flick of her eyes told
Theresa to say yes.

"God knows I could use it," she nodded. They headed down to the gym.
Theresa hesitated just a bit, but Cindy stripped off without a thought.
Theresa half shrugged and peeled off her own clothes. They climbed in
and Cindy started the noisy pump. Theresa snuggled to her side,
actually grateful for the bubbling hot water.

"I counted four lenses and maybe a dozen microphone holes," Cindy said
quietly in her ear.

Theresa nodded and replied in kind, "Just about what I found.... Tiny
little things. Not much more than a dark spot, but shiny when you wiped
over them. Four of them. Then at least a six tiny holes. Perfectly
round." Cindy nodded.

"How did you know about the Spaghetti?" Theresa asked.

"Oh.. Happened to my folks. I had to clean it up," Cindy chuckled.
Despite her knowledge or perhaps because of it she groped Theresa
beneath the water. Theresa giggled, then pulled her hand away.

"No... please. Not now. I just don't feel comfortable about it right
now." Cindy nodded, but still held her to her.

"Then we'll have to do something about it fairly soon," Cindy said,
"I'm not about to give up groping you because some dumb, lovable
asshole decided to be a voyeur. Maybe you could think about him
watching us. I know you've got a bit of exhibitionist in you. You've
flaunted it at me often enough," she teased.

"Maybe later, but for now, just hold me? Okay?" Theresa asked.

"Sure, baby. Anytime. And I don't care who's watching for that," Cindy
replied, pulling her close to her. They sat snuggled together for a
long time, letting the bubbling hot water caress away their tenseness.
Sometime later Cindy said, "Well, darling. I don't know about you, but
I'm done. I'm going to bed. Come on, join me. I intend to sleep and I
don't want to do it alone." Theresa nodded. Somehow she had come to
some sort of terms with her anger and anguish.

She didn't seem to even think about it when she stepped out. She
casually wrapped a towel around her and headed for the bedroom. Once
there she dropped it in the laundry, used the toilet and brushed her
teeth. She crawled into bed and Cindy joined her just a moment later.
They snuggled together and despite what they knew, they kissed deeply
before caressing each other to sleep beneath the covers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 35

Cindy awoke first. She snuggled to Theresa for a moment before the
previous evening flashed back into her mind. She frowned a bit, but
continued to snuggle with her friend for a while. She wanted to make
love with her. *Really* wanted to. But she didn't think Theresa could
handle it. She kissed her softly on the forehead and slipped out of
bed, heading for the bathroom. A little while later Theresa entered.
Cindy nodded at her and then turned on the shower.

She bent down and whispered in her ear, "Join me in the shower. The
noise will cover the sound and the glass obscures the view." Theresa
just nodded. Cindy moved into the shower. A few minutes later Theresa
slipped in. Cindy soaped her front and pulled Theresa against her.
Saying to her, "I know you feel uncomfortable about it, but if we stop
cold after what we did all week, John's sure to know something's
wrong."

"God... all the things we did all week!" Theresa gasped.

"I know. They were wonderful. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Even knowing what we do," Cindy said. She squirmed against Theresa, the
soap slippery between them. Their breasts sliding across one another.
Theresa balked a bit. "Come on... lover. How many times have we done
this while he was right outside brushing his teeth?" Cindy coaxed.
Theresa thought about it a bit and then reluctantly soaped Cindy's ass
cheeks. "That's my girl," Cindy said, enjoying the sensation.

After a time Theresa forgot about the cameras and got into it. Her
orgasm, supplying a much needed stress relief, was strong and deep.
Cindy's too. Before turning off the water Cindy whispered some plans in
Theresa's ears. At first she shook her head, but Cindy persisted and
she finally nodded. They exited and dried each other -blow drying their
hair- then kissed softly and moved off to dress. They picked warmer
clothing.

They made breakfast and chatted about their studies while they ate.
Then Cindy packed a cooler with sandwiches and two thermos bottles, one
with coffee, one with hot chocolate. Theresa came up behind her and
kissed her on the neck and caressed her buns Cindy giggled and turned
into a deep kiss. Then pushed her away.

They carried the cooler up to the entry. Then suited up in their
snowmobile suits, boots, gloves and helmets. Taking a cellular phone
with them, which Cindy forwarded the silo's calls to, they carried the
cooler up through the hatch. They got out two of the snowmobiles and
loaded the cooler on one of them. Checking the gas tanks and getting
them both started, they opened the gate and headed down the road.

Over the radio intercom Cindy said, "I think we can talk now."

"Where the hell are we going? It's too damn cold out here for a picnic
in the snow," Theresa said.

"Not inside the heated shed at the end of the road," Cindy giggled.
Theresa got it then.

"Perfect! God, I love you."

"Kind of what I had in mind," Cindy chuckled. They put on some speed
down the virgin snow. The going was easy, the road fairly well defined
as a dip in the snow. Other than a few deep drifts which they had fun
jumping the ride was uneventful. They pulled up in front. Out of sight
from the main road... or anything. Cindy worked the combination lock
and opened the door. It was warmer inside, but not much. Just above
freezing. Cindy found the light switch and then the thermostat and
turned the heat way up. Theresa helped her in with the cooler, then
they locked the door from the inside. The small shed heated quickly to
toasty warm.

Cindy stripped off her snowmobile suit and said, "Get comfortable. Pour
me a cup of coffee while I look around for softer furnishings." Theresa
poured her a cup and Cindy discovered some air mattresses and a blanket
rolled up in the corner. "Trust our John," Cindy smirked.

"I'm not so sure I do anymore," Theresa said softly.

"Oh.. pooh... Listen Theresa, I don't know how much you dated other men
before John. But this is a minor offense compared to most the male
species," Cindy said, finding a pump.

"I don't consider it so minor," Theresa said.

"I know you don't. That's what we're doing here," Cindy said, pumping
at the first mattress.

"What? What *are* we doing here?" Theresa asked.

"Well, darling. I know you didn't feel very comfortable making love in
the silo, so when *we* get these pumped up, we can make love in
complete privacy. Then we can have a nap, make love some more, have
lunch, make love some more and have a good talk about it, in comfort
and warmth. Okay?" Cindy replied.

Theresa was quiet for a moment and then said, "I think that would be a
good idea.... *all* of it. Only you forgot about making love *after* we
talk."

"No I didn't. I have to let you think of some things," Cindy teased,
"Your turn to pump, where's my coffee?" The day went pretty much as
Cindy had laid out. It was good therapy for Theresa and she loosened up
considerably. They lay caressing each other as they caught their breath
again. Theresa stretched her svelte body like a cat.

"Mmmm.... that looks nice enough to eat," Cindy said in a hungry, soft
tone.

"You just did," Theresa giggled.

"Please Miss.... Could I have some more..." Cindy said, in a small,
cartoon-like voice. (Both had read Dickens as part of their studies.)
Theresa rolled and lay atop her friend, her knees tucked up beside
Cindy's ribs. She softly brushed a few locks of moist hair from Cindy's
face.

"In a bit... for now I just like being close to you," Theresa said. She
descended and softly played her lips over her friends. Cindy's finger
tips gently caressed her breasts.

"Remember the first time we made love?" Cindy asked, softly stroking
the outside of Theresa's thighs.

"Yes.. I'll never forget it. It was the first time I ever *enjoyed*
it.... or thought of it as making *love*," Theresa said.

"God, I was so nervous. I didn't want to lose your friendship... but I
wanted you so bad," Cindy said.

"I know.... I felt pretty much the same way, but I did it because I
thought I needed to, to keep your friendship," Theresa replied.

"I would have been your friend anyway... But I'm glad we did it," Cindy
said.

"Me too," said Theresa, "And you have been a good friend.....So what
brought that to mind?"

"Oh.... Kind of a ragged connection, I guess," Cindy said, sort of
distant.

"What connection?" Theresa asked.

"Well, like our first time together.... When John made love to me that
night on my birthday..... It felt the same way to me. Like it was my
first time," Cindy reflected.

"And?" Theresa prompted.

"And I don't ever want to lose that," Cindy answered.

"So are you saying that you forgive John for spying on us?" Theresa
flared.

"Well.. No.... and Yes," Cindy said.

"Which is it?" Theresa demanded.

"It's not that simple to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm mad as hell about
it and he's going to know it. But I've been trying to consider it from
his point of view," Cindy said.

"What point of view? What could possibly make it all right?" Theresa
asked, exasperated.

"Not all right. But maybe not quite so wrong as it appears to be.
Theresa, think about John. Think about what he was like when you first
met him."

"Yeah, okay. I remember. He was a dear. He's still a dear most times.
But he's also an asshole!" Theresa spat.

"No, he's not. And he never has been that I can see. Think about it. He
took you in, literally off the road. The easiest way for him to handle
the situation would have been to call the cops. He didn't! And he
didn't do it because he thought he might get laid. He took you in and
cared for you. When you were well enough he gave you the option of
helping you out, or letting you stay with him. You told me yourself
that you had to rape him in his sleep to get him to have sex with you.

"Now I remember *very* well how you looked back then. You *were*
pretty! -now you're gorgeous-. You had a nice firm little body, and you
were out-cold for a long time. He didn't take advantage of you. I
believe that. You would have known. At least I can tell when I've had
sex with a man the night before, even if I don't remember it. I can
feel his semen inside me. My vagina feels different. You would have
known. But he didn't... why not?" Cindy asked.

"I don't know," Theresa said.

"Because he's a *for real*, honest, good guy. Like we used to see in
the movies. He really is," Cindy said.

"Then why did he do what he did?" Theresa said.

"I don't know for sure.... But I have a real strong feeling it didn't
have anything to do with sex. That's why I asked you to think about
what he was like..... Theresa, John could get sex anytime he wanted,
easily, without all the headaches that you and I have brought him. But
he didn't *want* it."

"Huh?"

"He didn't want it. When you showed up, he had turned his back on the
whole world, including -and maybe especially- the world of
relationships. You said yourself, that even after that night when you
mounted him in his sleep, that he still didn't *really* make love to
you. Not for a while at least. He didn't really want sex until *we*
forced it upon him," Cindy stated.

"No, he got to wanting it often enough before you arrived," Theresa
said, half smiling in reflection.

"Did he really want it, or was he just *used* to it by then?" Cindy
asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Theresa said.

"I'm not so sure what I mean... It's just that... it seems to me like
he wasn't really into it... until about three months after we *all*
started to have it together. Somehow he changed. Somehow it was
different. I think that difference was... that he fell in love with us.
Before that, it was just sex. Ever since then it's been incredible
sex," Cindy said.

"Yeah, I remember.... I kind of got jealous over how close you two got.
It didn't occur to me then how close all of us had gotten. Now I
know.... That's what makes this hurt so bad," Theresa said, fighting
back tears again.

"But it's also about the time he started to tinker in the lab with the
scanning machine," Cindy said.

"What's that got to do with it?" Theresa asked.

"I think he got scared. It's also about the time he started buying -and
hiding- all that other equipment. He was falling in love and it scared
him to death. Because whenever he fell in love before, it ended badly.
He got hurt. You've heard what he has to say about his ex-wife.
Whenever you can get him to talk about her at all," Cindy said.

"I still don't see what that has to do with him spying on us," Theresa
said.

"Can't you see it? The mannequins, the video. He was preparing himself
for us to leave him," Cindy cried.

"I still don't get it," Theresa said.

"He was.... building *substitutes* for us," Cindy said.

"*Substitutes*..." Theresa said, as if testing the shape of the word.

"Yes, substitutes. [and pretty darn good ones. We've both made it with
them, and they *do* have their merits.] "Anyway, he expected us to
leave.... and he was falling in love with us. He didn't know how to
handle that. He didn't want it to be like it had been before. He didn't
want to face the loneliness again. So he did his best to duplicate us.
Now, I admit, there is no substitute for the real thing. But between
the mannequins and the video I don't doubt it would have kept him
amused long enough to get over it if we had left," Cindy concluded.

"But he started all this about the time you got here. I remember.
That's when all those wires and equipment started to show up," Theresa
said.

"I think he was already starting to fall in love with you. I
represented a threat to that.... and if he watched us the night I
arrived, I can well see his point," Cindy chuckled. Theresa nodded,
thinking about it.

"But... he started making google eyes at you almost from the start,"
Theresa said.

"Maybe he thought he had to... to keep you," Cindy said.

"I don't follow."

"Maybe... if he watched you and I making love that first night, that he
thought that the only way to keep you was to show acceptance of me. And
the best way to show acceptance of me, was... to make love to me.
Really, for us to make love together," Cindy said.

"I get it. But I'm not so sure. He was *really* attracted to you right
from the start," Theresa said.

"It's possible that he was. I am pretty gorgeous, you know," Cindy
mocked, "but that's not the same thing. What I *felt* from him, right
from the start, was *resentment*. He resented me coming into his life
and threatening his relationship with you. No matter how cute he
thought I was. Fact is, I felt much the same about him. It felt to me
like he threatened my relationship with you. Even though he made it
possible for me to be here, it was at your request. You told me
yourself that you had to talk him into it," she concluded. Again,
Theresa nodded. She lay back beside her friend, considering all that
Cindy had said. Cindy poured a cup of hot chocolate. She offered it to
Theresa, who shook her head. Cindy sipped at it.

"It all makes sense, now that I think about it..... and it does make it
seem 'not so bad'," Theresa said finally.

"Glad you agree. Because the way to test if that's true, is to let it
pass," Cindy said.

"Let it pass!?" Theresa said, "Why?"

"Because, if it is true, then John will tell us about the video. Once
he feels secure enough that I am *really* staying. Then he loses his
reason for recording us. His ethics will haunt and nag at him. He'll
get ornery and restless, and scared.... and finally he'll tell us. But
that won't happen if we confront him about it right away. Like I say;
we have to let it pass to find out," Cindy said.

"I.... I don't know," Theresa said.

"Theresa, have you ever sat on the toilet when John was in the room?"
Cindy asked.

"Yeah, so?" Theresa said, squirming a bit.

"Because, if you have -and I know you have, cause I was there too, more
than once- then he's seen your most intimate secrets. He's tasted your
womanhood -and mine-. He's watched you taste mine. He's licked your
backside and watched me do it too. We've both had anal sex with him.
He's probed our insides down to the millimeter. He's scanned every
square inch of our exteriors. He can zoom up our pussies or assholes on
the computer anytime he cares to. Now the fact is that those video's
don't mean a damn thing in relation to that. The part that bugs us
both, was that he didn't tell us about it. Now all I want to do is give
him that chance. The reason I want to give him that chance... is
because I intend to be with him for the rest of his life. If the reason
he did it wasn't what I think it is, then I want to know about it now.
I don't want to live with him if he's really not the man I think he
is," Cindy said.

"I guess that makes sense... Wish the hell that there was a toilet
here. Don't know if I can make it back to the silo," Theresa said,
squirming.

"There's a bucket in the corner. Just whiz in it. We can toss it out
the door," Cindy said. Theresa looked uncomfortable about it, but
headed for the corner.

"Want to watch?" Theresa called over her shoulder.

"Might be amusing, but no, you go ahead," Cindy replied. Theresa
squatted over the bucket and relieved herself.

"Damn, no paper," she said.

"Here, just a sec. Got some napkins," Cindy said, jumping up. She
handed one to Theresa who wiped herself. Then looked around and finally
set it next to the bucket. Cindy brought her own and moved over the
bucket when Theresa moved off it. "Just a sec," Cindy said when Theresa
started to walk away. Just as she turned back, Cindy let loose her own
stream into the bucket, splashing loudly as it mixed with Theresa's
urine. Theresa watched a second before she turned her head. Cindy
continued and then wiped herself.

"What?" Theresa asked.

"Just this," Cindy said, standing and moving to Theresa's side, "We're
all comfortable with each other up to the point where we can watch each
other on the toilet, and it doesn't bother any of us. We would know if
it did, like when you turned your head just now. You felt a little bit
uncomfortable about watching me pee. Yet a moment ago you felt no
discomfort when I walked up and handed you a napkin to wipe with. Nor
when I watched you wipe. You were more preoccupied with what to do with
the napkin. Now the fact is that we've both had our tongues on those
very same spots and examined them *very* closely at point blank range.
In fact I hope to have mine *back* on that spot very soon. My point
is... given that, do the video camera's make all that much difference
for a little while longer?" Cindy asked. She headed back to the
mattress and sat down sipping her hot chocolate.

Theresa thought about it She looked over at her friend, nude, sitting
there before her. She herself was nude and felt no discomfort. Fact was
that half the time they ran around John either half or completely nude.
In the summertime he could hardly keep any clothes on them. And he
*did* try.

"Look at it this way; We told John he was welcome to watch us anytime
he wanted. He's just taken us up on our offer," Cindy chuckled.

"Okay..... I'll go along for now. But he'd better have a battle with
his conscience pretty soon, or he might just have one with me," Theresa
said.

"And me," Cindy replied. Theresa sat down next to her friend, snuggling
to her.

"It's funny... All those things you said. They're all true. I mean
about the bathroom stuff. We don't even think about it. But if we talk
about it, we get uncomfortable. Why's that?" Theresa asked.

"Oh.. I don't really know. Human nature I guess. I found myself
blushing a bit while I was talking about it. I guess we find it
uncomfortable, because it's... unpleasant. The things that come out of
us. Shit stinks. Sometimes urine too. Both are waste from our bodies.
Sometimes we make obnoxious noises. I think one of the biggest reasons
we don't really want anybody around when we do it, is because we don't
want to subject *them* to it. We don't want them to smell something
unpleasant or hear a rude noise. We feel more comfortable when only we
have to experience them. I know for a fact that it's learned behavior.
We don't think a thing about it, in fact we think it's funny if a baby
without a diaper suddenly lets loose a stream," Cindy said.

"I guess.... But, why should it bother *us*, I mean, you and I? When
you talked about putting your tongue where I just peed, I found it
*distasteful*. Yet... I know I've done the very same thing to you just
minutes after you went, knowing that you just went, and it didn't
bother me a bit. I sort of know that it wouldn't bother you either,"
Theresa said.

"Nope. Just flip upside down and I'll show you," Cindy said, only half
joking.

Theresa blushed but said, "In a bit... ...It's true with John too. I've
watched John urinate hundreds of times. I know I've sucked him just
minutes afterwards many, many times. Even if I can taste a slight taste
of urine, it never bothered me. Nor on you, either. Guess it's just....
I don't know..."

"I don't either, love. But I try not to let it bother me. I guess
that's what I was asking of you. That you try not to let it bother
you," Cindy said.

"Okay.... I'll try," Theresa said. Cindy took a big sip of hot
chocolate. Then got a mischievous look in her eye. She set down the cup
and then suddenly dove down between Theresa's legs and gave her a long,
*hot* swipe with her tongue. Theresa yelped, then giggled, then moaned
in delight. She pulled Cindy's hips around. Sometime later they lay
caressing each other. For some reason -besides the hot chocolate- their
session had been an extremely hot one. They slowly cooled off, wishing
for a shower. Both were damp with perspiration. It was late afternoon.

"We'd better start back.... after we cool off a bit," Cindy said.

"Mmmm," Theresa stretched. She kissed her friend softly on the lips.
Cupping a breast in her hand. Then lay her head back down next to
Cindy's. Softly nibbling at an earlobe. Cindy giggled. "I said, cool
down. We don't want to be sweaty underneath our clothes. We'd freeze!"

"Mmmm Okay.... But soon, after we get home again?" Theresa asked.

"You betcha. Right after we shower," Cindy said. She smiled to herself
over her small victory. Now to deal with John....

* * *

John went about sightseeing in San Francisco. He was bored. He passed
through China town, shopping for the girls. He hit several jewelry
stores to boot. He locked his purchases in the trunk of his rental car
and then headed for the wharf. He wandered around gawking mostly at the
other tourists. It wasn't much fun by himself. He watched several
couples of gay women walking around hand in hand, some quite young. But
somehow different from his lovelies. These women were...... well, *mad
at the world* or something. They weren't *enjoying* each other's
company so much as *flaunting* it to the rest of the world.

He stopped at a small courtyard off the main drag and got a cappuccino.
Sitting at a small table facing the courtyard. There were some street
performers juggling for a small crowd. They were pretty good. He missed
his lovelies. He took out his cell phone and called the silo. To his
surprise, after letting it ring a bit, he was met with a *cell phone
out of service* message.

He puzzled over it... The girls must have forwarded the silo calls to
the cell phone, and it was in service shadow...... the only place along
the road that would present a dead spot, was the dirt berms just off
the main road... which meant that they were at the utility shed there.
Hmm.... must have gone snowmobiling and gotten cold. Probably stopped
there to warm up.

He finished his cappuccino and made his way back to the wharf,
selecting a bunch of fresh Dungeness crab. He made his way back to the
rental car, then to a store where he bought a large cooler and lots of
dry ice. He packed the crab in the ice and then stopped at a fish
market where he added other fresh seafood to the cooler. Topping it of
with shaved dry ice. He headed back to the hotel. The chef at the hotel
graciously agreed to put the cooler in his walk-in freezer till he
checked out the next morning. He'd pick up the sourdough on the way to
- or at- the airport.

He kicked off his shoes and fired up his laptop. Logging onto the
Internet. He surfed the net for a few hours and then tried the silo
again. Again same message.......... He dialed another line at the silo
and a computer modem answered. As a security measure he'd set up a
computer to take sampled views of each room on command and then send
compressed files of the pics. The pics took a long time to download.
Finally he checked on the status of the video recorders. Plenty of tape
left till tomorrow. He logged off and then called up each pic to look
at it.

The girls were nowhere in sight. The silo was clean.... and empty. They
really were out. A last view showed two snowmobile tracks heading off
through the gate. Maybe the cellular battery was dead, or off. Or.....
they were spending lots of time at the storage shed. Or.... they had
taken the second land cruiser and headed out..... away from the
cellular service area.... No... that didn't make sense. If they were
heading out, then why take the cellular? No... the battery was either
dead, or the phone was off. He wasn't really worried yet. It was just
early afternoon back home.

He tried the silo again in an hour.... This time the message was that
the cellular wasn't answering. He smiled. They must be heading back,
but couldn't hear the phone ring over the noise of the snowmobiles. So
*what* had they been doing at the shack for so long? "That's a silly
question," he told himself. Chuckling. But why there? They could have
been struck with lust while out snowmobiling. Or....did they go there
on purpose? If so, why?

For what purpose would they want to get away from the silo.... Why the
shack.... A warm place outside... again, away from the silo.... What
could they possibly want to get away from.... Unless..... *Oh, oh!* Now
back at the hotel, John called the computer back. He couldn't view
video tapes as each machine rewound the tape and spit it out when it
was through. He'd had a hell of a time just making a working tape
changer which would reliably pluck out the old tape and insert a fresh
one. He had no controls to fast forward or rewind by computer though.
Nor any video outputs running from the tape machines to the computer.

He did, however, have the computer log of which channel was fed to
which machine and at what time. He downloaded that log for the whole
week, and his chart of which channel led to which camera location.
Lastly he downloaded a drawing of the silo to give him a visual
location for the cameras. Then he logged off. He took the chart and
mapped the channels over the drawing. Then he called up the log.
Starting at the beginning, when he had left.

He could trace his exit, and the girls going back to the kitchen...
then back to bed a short time later. Using the log he could position
them in the silo to the minute. A record of their movements. Not too
hard to follow, especially since most of the time they moved in pairs.
"Didn't take you long to start looking for the instructions.... but it
took you longer to find them than I thought it would," John muttered to
himself as he read.

He continued to talk to himself as he studied the log, "Good god, what
horny little bitches you are when I'm not around.... When the cat's
away... God, you hardly stopped to eat for the first three days!
Okay... enough technical voyeuring... what can I learn from this? Most
of the time is spent in these rooms here.... These are hallways between
them. What were you making in the lab? ... Probably your revenge on me,
for Cindy's toy. Well, have to face the music on that one. Okay, we
eliminate these channels. What have we got left? Not a whole lot till
about Friday night.... Hm... top to bottom cleaning? That makes sense.
Then back to making love.

Okay, Saturday... nothing until afternoon. Finished the cleaning. Did
laundry... mountains of it. Then back to play after a walk through.....
Wait a minute.... Oh fuck! Saturday night... here I call. Then someone
(Cindy?) does her walk through... passing by the maintenance room right
when this tape kicks out and this one starts. Takes her a bit longer in
the hallway. No door alarm though. Then back to the Com room after she
completes the walk through.. Okay, in the Com room till..... What's
this number? The workshop? Oh shit! That's where I keep the spare
tape... Okay, back to the Com room for .... not very long. Then down to
the bedroom, wardrobe..... back up to.... what? The entry? Both of
them? Then outside .... disappear till here... then back down
inside..... kitchen... Com room.... kitchen ...*fast*.... then one to
the cleaning closet and one stays in kitchen. One comes back and they
both stay in the kitchen for a long time. Then down to the hot tub...
then to bed.

"Okay, what do we know? Somebody walks by the tape room, maybe hears
something.... Thinks about it. But in the Com room somebody plugs in a
tape and whoever walked by the tape room puts two and two together.
Thinks about the tape I carted into the workshop and goes and checks on
how much I've used... finds out it's a lot. *Too much*. Goes back to
the Com room to tell the other about it... but instead talks her into
going outside to talk...

"Where? The storage shed! That's why they go out of view of the entry
camera. It's night and winter and *damn* cold. They suit up in the
entry here and go out to have a talk. Now in the storage shed,
because.... I built it... So they know the camera's in the silo were
installed by the government, not me. They figure the shed is safe (if
cold... but out of the wind.).

"Okay, they talk it over.......... for about an hour. A long time
outside at night in winter. So something serious they were talking
about. Like finding out that I've been taping them.... Probably Cindy
who put it all together. Theresa's not dumb, but she's not as observant
as Cindy. Okay... outside talking, rather inside the storage shed.
Still cold, but out of the wind. To be talking that long they had to be
deciding what to do....

"Okay, back inside...strip off the suits... down to the kitchen ... for
something warm...... a plan has formed...... Verify? ....How? ... look
for camera's....... Why not just look? Clandestine search? .. Why? ...
Why not just castrate me when I get home? ..... Cindy wants to
verify...without letting me know... They stage something that needs
cleaning up.... something big..... Takes a long time to clean up, but
in the process they look for cameras.

"Here this one is covered as it kicks to this one... then this one...
they're scrubbing the walls! They spot the camera lenses; which look
like dots. ... maybe even the microphone holes..... Okay... down to the
hot tub..... Why not right after outside? .... To cover the sound! ....
The pumps! ... Okay, this has *got* to be Cindy's doing.... They
compare notes in the hot tub under the cover of the pumps. Then go to
bed....

"Okay, next morning..... up... shower.... a long time in the bath...
Talking in the shower under cover of the running water.... Okay...
wardrobe...... kitchen..... Com room....entry..... gone. Down the
road.. to the warm shack at the end. There they talk about it again,
but in warm privacy.... not the only reason... to make love?
Certainly.. in private. They take a lunch and make a day of it. Those
air mattresses and blankets I put in the corner in case the snowmobiles
broke down closer to that end and we needed to spend the night there.
Guess they could have taken the second cruiser....

Probably not. They came back... the phone came in range but didn't
answer... If they'd hit the road they would have answered the phone for
cover... Okay.... decided not to dump me...Or they would have called me
right away to tell me what an asshole I am. Okay, not to dump me... why
not? Cindy loves me... Theresa too, but not the same way.... Okay,
Cindy talks Theresa into waiting... for what? For me to get home? They
*know* what I'm doing.... They've found the cameras.... Somebody
verified I'm using a lot of tape.... "

John sat back in consideration.. The log and the phone had told him
about as much as they could... a lot more than he had thought they
could. Perhaps he was just having paranoid dreams.... No.... The
information was there. It all fit. "Oh, Cindy's trying to figure me
out! .... " he said to himself. "Okay, Cindy figures it out... tells
Theresa... who asks why. (Don't really know myself... but I'd better
have a damn good reason down pat by tomorrow morning. ) Both have told
me I could watch anytime I wanted to... So I do? ... No... won't
wash.... Why do you record them...... because you expect them to
leave... for the memories..... as a substitute for their presence in my
life... That's good... work on that.....

But why not just chomp my head off the first instant?....Need more
info... And the tapes won't provide much... Just verification of my
speculation. If they know about the cameras...-probable-... then they
won't give me any further information.. They'll be on their guards.
Probably Theresa is already. Don't think Cindy would much care
except.... I didn't *ask* them! That's what they're so pissed off
about. The tapes don't bother them at all. It's the fact I've been...
*spying* on them. Oh shit! All that stuff I've told them about ethics.
And now they catch me in this................

That could be it! Ethics! They're going to wait for me to tell them
about it. To give me a chance to explain... Cindy wants to see what
kind of man I am... What kind of man am I? A pretty good one who fucked
up royal this time.... Well, one way to verify if that's what they're
waiting for. John picked up the phone again and dialed the silo. It
rang.

"Hello," Cindy answered.

"Hi Hon... how was your snowmobile ride?" John said. Dead silence on
the other end for a moment.

"Now just how the fuck did you know we went for a snowmobile ride?"
Cindy asked... half angry, half bewildered.

"I know you spent a long time in the storage shed by the road too."

"How!" Cindy spat.

"Simple logic, my dear. I called just after lunch. I got the voice mail
from the cellular telling me it was off... but it probably wasn't.
You're too smart for that. You went out and took the cellular with you,
forwarding the silo phone to it. That meant that you would be out for a
while, or you wouldn't have bothered. The only reason you would be out
that long in the winter, was if you were playing in the snow. To wit;
the snowmobiles. I know you checked the battery level and made sure it
was on before you left. But it kicked to the voice mail. Only reason
would be that it was in a shadow area of the coverage. Either that or
you reached the end of the road and took the cruiser like a bat out of
hell in the direction away from town.

"Now the only place around there that has any hills big enough to block
the direct, line of sight frequency of the phone... is the utility
shack at the end of the road. It sits inside those dirt berms which
would block the cell phone coverage.... I called back an hour later,
but it was still blocked. I called back again about an hour ago, but
this time it gave me a message that it was on, but not answering. That
meant that it was ringing in your pocket, but that you couldn't hear it
over the snowmobile. If you had been in the cruiser, you would have
just answered it, or turned it off. Simple logic," John said.

"Like living with fucking Sherlock Holmes," Cindy muttered.

"So how was your ride? Did you remember to turn the heat down when you
left the shack?" John asked.

"Yes... The ride was... nice," Cindy said.

"You sound sort of distant, anything wrong?" John asked, crossing his
fingers

"Uh... no... I'm just ... my heads kind of ringing from the noise of
the motors still.. that's a long ride," Cindy tried to cover. 'YES!'
John thought.

"Did you take a lunch with you? If not you must be starving," John
asked.

"Yeah, we packed a lunch... didn't know how long we would be out,"
Cindy said.

"So where's Theresa?" John asked.

"I think she's sitting on the John," Cindy replied.

"The mannequin or the toilet?" John asked. Despite herself, Cindy
busted out laughing.

"The toilet. You devious old fart!" Cindy said, chuckling. 'Devious?'
John thought, 'Not perverted?'

"Okay, love. I just wanted to check in. I'll be home about... Oh, I
guess tomorrow afternoon about three or four. Depends on how things go
at the airports. Just wanted to hear your voice and tell you that I
loved you," John said.

"I love you too, John," Cindy said, a little strained.

"Okay, love. Kiss Theresa for me and give her my love... bye," John
said.

"I will. Bye," Cindy said. The line went dead. John hung up and thought
about the conversation. Item #1: Cindy was on her guard when he called.
Item #2: Cindy *was* pissed when he called. Item #3: Verified the girls
had been to the shack all day. Planned to be there all day, as they
packed a lunch. Item #4: Possible verification that they knew... thus
the trip, thus the usage of the word *devious* instead of *perverted*.
Item #5: Despite that knowledge, they didn't tell me they knew
directly. Thus they are waiting for... what? Item #6: Cindy retains her
sense of humor... so it must be her who wants to wait. Item #7: They
were in the shack all day. Heat up. Probably made love.. probably
listened to tunes on the cruiser stereo. Probably talking about what an
asshole I am... or one was talking the other one into waiting for me to
tell them.

Item #8: Theresa would have made her way to the phone before the
conversation was over, if she had wanted to. Thus she didn't want to.
Thus she's more pissed than Cindy. Makes sense considering
personalities. So.. conclusions:

Theresa is real uncomfortable with the... *spying*. The cameras really.
That's one reason why they went to the shack. She didn't want to make
love under surveillance. Cindy is being more philosophical about it.
She was probably unprepared for Theresa's reaction. She took Theresa
out to the shack for a day away... where they could make love in
privacy and talk in privacy. She planed to be out all day, thus she
expected it to be a hard sell. She didn't mention it on the phone, so
she was successful in her sales pitch. To wit... that they would wait
and see.. thus they are both going to wait for me to tell them about
the cameras..... because my conscience is bothering me about it. Which
it is a little bit anyway. Has from almost the start.

So either I come up with a real good story... A REAL GOOD STORY, or
most certainly Theresa and maybe even Cindy will split. OUCH! John
thought about it. He might have to find a real substitute for his two
lovelies. Not an easy task. Damn near impossible. But the fact was...
he really did love them. He had also discovered -to his discomfort-
that he needed them too.

He longed for a drink. He was hungry too. He solved both by heading
out. Real pastrami from a deli off the financial district. A drink at a
bar where all the reporters in town used to hang out. News stories
dating back to the thirties lined the walls. John wasn't in a nostalgic
mood. He headed for North Beach. He had someone he wanted to meet.

He parked the car and walked around past the various wiggler bars.
Tried one or two out, but the dancers didn't do much for him. Their
tits were way oversized from bust enlargement, yet sagged from dancing
topless. Stretch marks telling the tale. He didn't realize how spoiled
he'd gotten having two, well built, very young women around. He left
his watery drink and walked down the road. A pair of women walked hand
in hand before him. Again, they seemed to be flaunting their
relationship to the world more than to be enjoying each other's
company. Still, it made him remember his lovelies.

Then turned into a bar called *The Pussy Chat*. Curious they should
pick this place. Clever name... thought John. He followed them in. It
was dark... Couples of women sitting about. No other men. As he walked
to the bar he could feel the eyes upon him. They weren't welcome
stares. He sat at the bar. A pretty blonde, dressed in an expensive
women's business suit sat on one end, not too far from him. He gave her
a smile and she half smiled back before forcing herself deadpan. John
fought off his smirk. The bartender seemed to be ignoring him. When he
didn't leave, she finally came up to him. She was a butch blonde.
Stockily built.

"Uh.. listen. We don't really welcome mixed relationships in here."

"Just want a quiet drink among quiet people," John told her.

"Well, that's it. You see.. You're not really *our* type," the
bartender told him. She probably thought she was being nice. John
looked at her a moment, holding his temper.

"Oh? Well the two women who live with me back home might be a little
surprised by that. But I guess you're right. *YOU* aren't my type,"
John said. He stood and walked out. He ambled down the street, fighting
down his anger.

"Hey, mister!" a feminine voice said. He stopped and turned, expecting
a pan handler. To his great surprise it was the well dressed blonde
from the end of the bar. "I'd be glad to drink with you," she said.

"Uh.. listen. I think you got the wrong impression. I wasn't looking
for *that* kind of companionship," John said. (Sort of teasing.)

The woman's nostrils flared a bit and she said, "I wasn't offering
*that* kind of companionship!"

"In that case, I gladly accept...... Uh... Please accept my humble
apology for making an ass of myself just now," John said.

"Accepted... There's a quiet *friendlier* place just around the
corner," she said

"Please, lead on," John said, falling in step by her side. It really
was quieter... for North Beach. There was a wiggler on stage, but she
was younger and firmer and a whole lot cuter then the other places John
had been in. The blonde spotted a booth in the back and led him to it.
He stalled while she sat down. Then slid into the booth. Not too close.

"Sheila," she said, offering her hand.

"John," he said, extending his. He expected what he termed a business
woman's shake, warm, but brisk. Or a dead fish, adore me, shake. He got
neither. It was stronger than a business woman's shake... and warmer.
Extended. John was surprised and returned it just shy of measure for
measure. Fearing to hurt her hand. She seemed to approve.

"That's better," she said, "Sorry about Angie... the bartender back
there. She gets a little possessive at times. She thinks of us as *her*
girls. Fact is that most of us would never have anything to do with
her."

"I really just wanted a drink. I didn't mean to step on anybody's
toes," John replied.

"She probably thought you were vice," Sheila said.

"And you don't?" John asked.

"Of course not..... Well dressed. Handsome.... Well mannered, even when
insulted. Damn sure not vice," Sheila said. A cute, over built topless
barmaid came by. John ordered Glennlivit on the rocks. Sheila the same.

"So what do you think I am?" John asked, lightly.

"I don't have a clue.. that's what I'm doing here," she said, "If I
were to guess, I'd say you were in town on business. Probably flying
out tomorrow. You're too relaxed to have just come in. You don't look
jet lagged. That means you've been here a few days. Maybe all week. You
came into town on business of some sort. Now it's wound up and you're
out on the town for the last night. You were attracted to North Beach
by reputation, but the actuality of it left you cold. You've got
something on your mind... probably concerning personal relationships
back home. You're well tanned, probably from the western states
somewhere. But it's not a phony salon tan. That means you have time to
lay out and the means to do it. It's winter, even in New Mexico or
Arizona. So you have a solarium of some sort. You're well to do and
comfortable about it. You're not after a fling. How did I do?"

"Perfect score... pretty much," John said, impressed.

"And I?" Sheila baited.

"Oh.. If I had to guess... You're a local. You live somewhere in the
city here. You know the area well. You're a business professional,
probably somewhere in the financial district. Perhaps a broker of some
sort or upper management in a local bank. Probably not a national
chain. You're comfortable with yourself and your abilities. You are
comfortable financially. You know several people back in that bar, but
are probably not involved with any of them at the present time. You're
comfortable with your lifestyle and profession. You are likely very
competent at what you do. You weren't born here, but have lived here
for several years. And you weren't waiting for anyone in particular
when I walked in."

"Not bad," Sheila said, smiling. "I am a broker, at a large local
company. How do you know so much about brokers?"

"I dabble a bit in the market," John replied. The barmaid brought their
drinks, John dropped a twenty on the tray and waved her off as she
started with change.

"How much?"

"Oh... I've got about a quarter million spread around in it. With about
a 60% return last year," John said.

She nodded, "Again, not bad. What sectors?"

"Oh... I prefer things I know. Technologies mostly. I look for new
trends and then research everybody in the field and pick the strongest
players."

"Not a bad strategy. I wish I could teach it to half my clients....
amazing how little homework people want to do to protect their money.
They expect to give it to you and that you'll just make it grow
exponentially.... You're diversified?"

"Of course," John nodded, "One third in slow growth bonds, a third in
slow growth players and a third in climbers.... roughly. I have my own
routines that I've worked up to simulate my intuition."

"And they work?" Sheila asked, "I wouldn't mind seeing them."

"Oh... they work as well as anything else out there. They are usually
pretty close to what I *thought* was going to happen. Of course they
don't always follow what *does* happen. I think that the shrinks should
be following the market if they want to truly understand
schizophrenia." Sheila busted out laughing. She had a lovely dulcet
tone to her voice. John couldn't help but smile at her. He sipped at
his scotch. The pleasant amber liquid and company putting him in good
spirits.

"So how did you get your start? Hit big in the market?" Sheila asked,
sipping her own scotch.

"No... I only started playing at that, oh about a year and a half ago,"
John said.

"A year and a half!? Hell, I've got clients who've been deep in it for
twenty years who don't understand it as well as you! I'm not sure I do
and I've been in it for ... let's see.... twelve years," Sheila said,
somewhat shocked.

"Very commendable for someone as young as you. I doubt most people
could handle it that long," John said.

"*Burn out* is just a fact of life in the field," Sheila sighed.

"You don't seen too prone to it. You seem quite relaxed," John replied.

"Oh.. I have my days... What made you peg me for a broker or banker
anyway?" she asked.

"The suit. It's not cheap. Elegant, yet conservative. Comfortable,
practical. Nails manicured. Hair, styled. Conservative. Lifestyle...
not conservative."

"That's what tipped you to it not being a national chain?"

"Yup. Stodgy old farts every one of them," John said. Sheila chuckled.

"Okay... so how *did* you get started?. Inheritance?" she asked.

"Oh... of sorts.. I guess. I get an annual annuity of just under 300k,"
John said.

"What the hell for?" she gasped.

"You wouldn't believe me," John said, and rolled his eyes.

"Try me."

"Okay... I won the lottery," John chuckled. She stared at him a moment.

"You're right... I'm dubious.... for real?"

"Yup."

"How big?"

"Fourteen million, by myself. If I live to be 103," John said.

"Not shared?"

"Nope. Only one winning ticket. And I had it," John said.

"You lucky son of a bitch," Sheila said.

"Don't I know it. Never expected it in a million years," John said.

"But you still played it. How much did you spend?" Sheila asked,
intrigued.

"A buck."

"One dollar?"

"Yup. Bought it as a quick pick at a gas station while I was on the
road selling electronics."

"You were a traveling salesman?" Sheila asked.

"Oh... not really. I'm not, or wasn't much of a salesman. I was more a
systems engineer. I would go into a company and look at their set up
and design a test system to match their product. Then the real sales
force would descend on them with my custom design and reap the profits.
I got a pittance," John said.

"But that's where you picked up your understanding of technologies?"
Sheila asked. She flagged the barmaid with two fingers -or made a peace
sign to somebody-.

"Yeah... well, no. I worked for several defense contractors during the
Reaganomics era. When D�tente hit I was let out to pasture. Older, non-
degreed engineer. Middle management. Up against the glass ceiling. And
I took my job seriously. Obvious target," John said.

"No degree?" Sheila said.

"Too busy working. Not even a high school diploma if anybody'd cared to
ask," John said.

"That surprises me. You seem well cultured," Sheila said.

"Thank you. But Academics don't have a monopoly on that," John said.

"No... it just seems a little bit more prevalent. Not much. Actually I
see very little of it. And usually from people not worth much, else
wise," Sheila said. The barmaid brought the drinks. John reached for
his wallet, but Sheila stopped him. "My turn." She laid out a twenty
and again shooed the barmaid away... but watching her breasts from the
corner of her eyes.

"Comely lass, isn't she?" John mused. Sheila looked at him suspiciously
for a moment, then seemed to relax again, seeing he was sincere.

"Not bad. Shit for brains though," Sheila said. "So.... what you said
back at the *Pussy Chat*. Did you mean it? You live with two women?"

"Yes. Actually, I do."

"Good relationship?"

"Yes, very good... It was anyway. I may have screwed things up. I don't
know. I'll see when I get home."

"But you feel comfortable living with two women... and they ... see
each other?"

"Yes, very comfortable. They see quite a lot of each other, actually,"
John mused.

"And you don't feel threatened by their seeing each other?" Sheila
asked.

"No, why should I?" John asked.

"You shouldn't... but most men would," Sheila said.

"I'm not most men," John replied.

"That you are not, John. You are a genuine enigma," Sheila said.

"Enigma?" John said.

"Yes.. you know, mystery," Sheila said.

"Yes... I know what the word means. I don't understand why I should be
perceived as one however," John replied.

"You just are... Uh... may I ask... What are your sleeping
arrangements, back home I mean?"

"Sure, I don't mind. We have a California king waterbed in the master
bedroom. We all sleep there. There's also a guest room with a large
Queen. Mostly in case one of us wants a break from the others. Most
likely me, as they are much younger than I am, and seem to have
boundless sexual energy. I don't. I suspect I do better than most men
my age, but I have a theory it's because they keep me that way.
Actually, come to think of it, the guest room hasn't really been used
much except when one of the girls had a bout of religion. She stayed
there a few nights while she sorted things out," John said.

"You seem very open about the relationship. Most men don't seem
comfortable talking about things like that.... You said they were
younger. How much?" Sheila asked.

"Too young. They could be my daughters," John said.

"And they want to live with you?... I guess they do, if they do... But
most kids nowadays aren't much interested in anybody outside their age
group," Sheila said.

"Well, it was their choice.... I guess that's not a fair statement. In
all honesty they were forced by conditions in their lives to seek
elsewhere to live. I gave them the option of staying with me," John
said.

"As companions?" Sheila asked, suspiciously.

"No... actually not. I wasn't looking for any companionship. One
offered herself as a companion and at first I turned it down. Instead,
I offered her a job, as my cook. For twenty-five thousand dollars a
year plus room and board. What I had in mind was just to give her a
place to get herself together. I gave her work, so that she would feel
needed. I compensated her for it. The relationship was her idea.
Actually she raped me in my sleep to start it. I just quit trying to
fight her off. Eventually it developed into a real relationship."

"But you said two. That explains one."

"The second one was her friend. Also living in a bad situation. The
first wanted to bring her out. At first I resisted. I only agreed
because I could see it would have been the end of my relationship with
the first one to refuse it. She offered to pay her out of her salary,
but I supplement it."

"So her friend came to stay with you... what happened then?"

"Well, it didn't take too long for me to realize that there was more
between them than just friendship. At first I was angry, but not about
that, but because she hadn't told me about that, and it could have
greatly affected our relationship. In the meantime, her friend and I
got to know each other better. We found we both had a real attraction
for each other."

"Did you pursue that, behind the other's back?" Sheila asked.

"No, on the contrary. We both fought it off. It wasn't until the first
one got all confused about loving two people that it all came together.
So to speak," John said.

"How did that happen?" Sheila asked.

"Well.... Okay... Theresa, that's the first one. Cindy's the second.
Anyway, Theresa was all confused. She was afraid that Cindy and I were
going to get together and leave her out. In the meantime Theresa was
making love to both of us. Cindy was staying in the guest room then.
Now Theresa knew that I knew about her and Cindy. I'd told her so."

"How did you know?"

"Forgive my frankness, but by her breath. She'd come to give me a kiss
after having a little tryst with Cindy. The aroma was unmistakable,"
John said.

"I understand. No, please speak frankly. You're not likely to offend
me. And I'm sorry for interrupting. Please continue," Sheila said.

"Anyway... Theresa was doing us both. And worried to death that Cindy
and I would get together. We didn't, but we sure looked at each other a
lot. Theresa talked to each of us about it. We both admitted the
attraction, but we both told her that we weren't doing anything about
it because of her not wanting us to. I guess Theresa didn't understand
then that there can be more than one special person in your life...at
the same time.

"She does now.... I guess it became too much for Theresa to deal with.
Because she ... well she swam over to me in the pool with Cindy there
and started to make love to me. She wanted Cindy to watch. She did.
Then Theresa basically said I had to choose. I said, oh, no. You are
the one who has to make up her mind. You want each of us all to
yourself. And don't want either of us to want the other one. That's not
so. We do. But we haven't done anything about it because we both care
about you. So you decide what you want, and we'll live with it," John
said.

"And how did she react to that?" Sheila said.

"Badly for a while. It wasn't easy on me. Most the time both of them
ran around half dressed. It took about two more weeks. I guess we'd
both assured Theresa that we cared enough about her that we weren't
going to exclude her."

"So how did it happen? Do you want another drink?" Sheila asked.

"Better not. I've got to drive a rental car back to the hotel," John
said.

"Would you mind if I came up for a while?" Sheila asked.

"No, of course not," John said.

"I'm not trying to be forward, I just find the whole conversation
intriguing," Sheila said.

"I'm enjoying it myself. It gives me a chance to sort things out. Do
you want to meet me there or ride along?" John asked.

"Ride along. I usually just grab a cab home," Sheila said. They stood
and headed out the door. Sheila took his arm as they walked back to his
car. John had to admit, it felt good. He drove back to the hotel, and
parked. The ride was strangely silent. She took his arm again as they
went up to his room. Once inside John motioned to a small sofa. Sheila
sat down while John mixed them a drink.... rather poured scotch over
some ice. He handed hers to her and she thanked him.

"So how did it happen?" she prodded after taking a sip. John sat across
from her. Sipping his scotch.

"Well ... where was I... Oh yeah. After about two weeks, let's see. It
was Christmas. I surprised them with a trip to town for a special
private lunch. We hadn't been to town for a long time. But everything
else was all closed up. I had to arrange for the lunch. I paid this
poor guy handsomely to cook for us on Christmas day. He did a fine job
of it too. Then packed up some prime rib and lobster which we took home
with us for dinner. We had a couple of bottles of wine with dinner and
then all got into the hot tub. Theresa kind of moved to me and then
motioned for Cindy to come over too. Theresa kissed me first, then
Cindy, then sort of pushed Cindy and I together. After that she sort of
moved all over the place helping Cindy and I make love to each other."

"So what happened after that?" Sheila asked, huskily.

"Well... Theresa had a complete change of attitude. Suddenly she
*wanted* Cindy and I to be together. She wanted *all* of us to be
together. We moved Cindy down from the guest room into the newly
completed master bedroom and we've just all been there ever since...
Except when Theresa had her little bout with religion."

"It didn't last... I mean the religion?" Sheila asked.

"No...not really. I think everybody goes through a time in their lives
when they start looking for the meaning of it all. Many succumb to the
lure of organized religion. It has a neat little package of rules to
live your life by. I just never cared much for it."

"So what did you do?"

"Not much... she did it mostly herself. I only pointed out the
difference between ethics and morals. And asked her how she felt about
her relationship with Cindy and I, whether she was ashamed of it. She
answered no. I pointed out that most organized religions wouldn't take
kindly to her relationship with me, being unmarried.. and mostly with
Cindy. She seemed to come out of it. Never has mentioned it again."

"Lucky you."

"Don't I know it.... You know, it seems each time we went through
something like that... we came out of it with a stronger
relationship..."

"I know what you mean.... God, I wish I could find a guy like you,"
Sheila said suddenly.

"Why's that?" John asked.

"Oh... you're just so...I don't know. Open and understanding.
Accepting...I guess is what I mean. Like the fact that you met me in a
lesbian bar and never made any big deal over it. You accepted me for
what I am."

"Appeared to be.... I don't know you well enough to make any judgments.
It's your life. Not mine. I don't live my life to suit you, why should
you live yours to suit me?"

"That's just what I am talking about. That exact attitude is so rare in
this world. And I think it would be so much nicer a place if more
people had it. As far as what I appeared to be... I am. You were right
on the money in your assessment of me. I am comfortable with my
lifestyle. I am bisexual. Most of the time I have a strong bias towards
women though. Usually they seem to understand better.... but not
always."

"Well, Sheila. It's not that I don't find you attractive.... I find you
*damn* attractive. But I have enough complications....no, that's not
right.... I have enough *love* in my life right now that I owe my
loyalty to. It would not be ethical of me to disrespect that, or you,
by engaging in a relationship with you that I couldn't pursue honestly
right now."

"Fuck, and ethical too..... " Sheila said, admiration in her eyes.
"Well, John.... I'll ask this once.... Because I wouldn't be honest
with myself, or you if I didn't. May I spend the night with you anyway?
I just want to snuggle. I promise to be good," Sheila asked,
sheepishly.

"I think I'd like that very much. Yes, I'd be honored to have you sleep
with me," John said.

"Just how far can you ethically go?" she asked.

"Oh... hugs and kisses. Skin to skin would be nice. But I think my
ethics preclude me from having intercourse."

"That's acceptable to me," Sheila said, unbuttoning her suit coat.

"I think you'll find a new toothbrush in the bathroom. I brought my
own," John offered.

"Thanks....Can I have one of those hugs you talked about now?" she
asked, moving toward him.

"You certainly may," John said, opening his arms to her. She moved into
them and hugged him fiercely. She tipped her head up and he kissed her
softly.

"Why don't you go first," she nodded towards the bathroom. He nodded
and moved off. He used the toilet and then brushed his teeth. Looking
at himself in the mirror. "God damn ethics!" he muttered to himself. He
finished up and moved back into the room. Sheila was now clad only in
blouse and panties. She moved into the bathroom.

John disrobed and climbed into the bed, killing all lights but one
lamp. She came out a few minutes later, hanging her blouse and knee
high stockings over a chair. Clad now in matching baby blue bra and
panties. She turned towards John as she released the bra. Her breasts
were firm and high on her chest. Her nipples large and dark and hard.
The ends really large. She smiled at his admiration. She caught her
thumbs in her panties and lowered them to the floor, stepping out of
them. She had just a tiny tuft of golden pubic hair. The rest of the
area shaved clean. John wanted to taste it really badly. She smiled at
his discomfort. He threw back the covers and she went through her own
discomfort, groaning audibly at the sight of his manhood.

"And well endowed too," she moaned as she crawled into his arms. John
pulled her close to him, feeling the length of her body next to his.
She was gorgeous. She smelled good. She felt good. She kissed good.

"God damn ethics!" John said, again. She chuckled and pulled the covers
up over them. John moved to set the alarm. "What time do you need to
wake up?" he asked.

"No problem for me. Anytime," Sheila said, snuggling to him.

"Well, I have a two o-clock flight out of SFO. But I've got to take the
car back and all that."

"I can take the car back for you," Sheila offered.

"How would you get back?" John asked.

"Take a cab. I do it all the time. I live here, remember," Sheila
asked.

"No... I just speculated. You sure it's okay?" he asked. Sheila got
that exasperated look that Theresa gets.

"Yes, I'm positive." John smiled at her. He set the alarm for ten, and
turned out the lamp. She snuggled to him. John kissed her once more,
really kissed her. She giggled at the end. "I think you should teach
that fella down there about your ethics."

"Damn thing never did listen to me," he said.

"That's okay, he's found a comfortable spot. He's welcome to lay next
to my pussy if he wants. She won't mind a bit," Sheila chuckled.

"Thanks for being understanding," John said.

"My pleasure, Sir. Good night..," Sheila said. She kissed him softly
and then nestled to his shoulder.

"Sweet dreams," John said.

"Count on it," she said. John did his best to go to sleep. Her regular
breathing against him finally lulled him beyond thought. Several times
during the night one or the other of them would wake briefly, become
aware of the other one and snuggle to them.
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Continued in chapters 36-40.

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