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Castle In The Sand [36-40]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 36

Sheila awoke first the next morning. She reveled in the feeling of the
strong, gentle man laying next to her. She peeked under the covers at
his manhood. He must be dreaming, she thought. John had a full
erection. She touched it briefly before withdrawing her hand. Chiding
herself for taking advantage of his unconsciousness. But that is what
Theresa had done to him to start their relationship... It was tempting.
Perhaps a little too tempting. She kissed him softly on the chest by
where her head was laying. Then gently slipped out of bed. It was just
seven A.M.

She located her purse and pulled out her cellular phone, taking it into
the bathroom with her. She used the toilet and brushed her teeth. Then
used her cellular to call her secretary at home. She should just be
getting up.

"Yeah...?" a sleepy female voice said.

"Judy? This is Sheila. Listen, when you get to work, re-schedule my
appointments.. I think there's only two or three consults. Nothing
serious. Something's come up and I won't be in today."

"Caught a live one huh?" Judy muttered.

"Babe. The livest one on the planet. I'd move to a desert island and
eat coconuts and feed him peeled grapes even if he wasn't a multi-
millionaire."

"Where the hell did you meet him?" (Judy was now *fully* awake.)

"Can you believe it? He walked into Pussy's last night and Angie threw
him out. I caught up and said I knew a friendlier place *before* I knew
what he was worth," Sheila whispered.

"So I take it from your tone that he's close by," Judy said.

"Still asleep. I'm in the bathroom on my cell," Sheila replied.

"So how long do you think you'll be out?" Judy asked.

"Probably just today, but if I get an open shot, I'm gone. You can
reach my Cell, but don't call unless it's critical," Sheila said.

"Good hunting. Hope you land him," Judy said.

"I'm gonna do my *very* best," Sheila said.

"Your *best*? My god, was he *that* good?" Judy gasped.

"I don't know. We didn't do that, just talked, slept and cuddled..,"
Sheila said.

"You didn't do it? And you're still this hyped on him?" her secretary
gasped.

"Babe, you have no idea. When was the last time you met a sexy,
healthy, rich, straight, charming, cultured, compassionate, single
gentleman with an open mind in San Francisco?" Sheila asked.

"Ye gods... I heard a rumor that one flew over once twenty years
ago..... If he's all that, what are you doing talking to me? Get back
in that bed! NOW!" Judy said, excitedly.

"My thoughts exactly. Love ya, babe," Sheila said.

"Love you too. Bye," Judy said. Sheila's next call was to *Go-Go
Gourmet*. She ordered a large deluxe breakfast for two to be delivered
at exactly nine forty five. Knock quietly. Lots of French roast. She
slipped quietly back into bed with John. She kissed him gently on the
cheek and he stirred. His eyes electric blue when they opened to hers.
He pulled her to him and they snuggled for a bit. He released her and
then slipped away.

"Back in a bit," he said, heading for the bathroom. Sheila got a pained
expression on her face as she watched his backside retreat. 'God... and
a nice ass to boot!' she thought to herself. He returned a few minutes
later, breath fresh. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly.
The kiss grew on it's own.

"Good morning, sleep well?" he said.

"Good morning to you. I slept like a baby. Never felt so comfortable in
my life. How about you?" she replied, running her fingers over his
chest.

"The best all week. Guess I missed my little lovelies. Happily
surprised you're still here though. Sorry about last night," John said.

"For what? Why would I be gone?" Sheila asked.

"Oh... for sort of leading you on. I really felt like talking. But I
didn't mean to have to disappoint you," he said.

"Disappoint me? How did you do that?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

"By not making love with you," John said. Sheila got *that* exasperated
look again.

"John, I don't think I've ever met a more selfless person in my whole
life. I respect you more than you could ever know. for *not* making
love to me. Especially since it was quite obvious that you wanted to,"
Sheila said.

"Oh.. I'm most certainly *not* selfless. I'm just stuck with my
ethics... such as they are," John said, looking distant.

"You said that you thought maybe you messed up back home... Want to
talk about it?" Sheila asked.

"Oh.... I don't know. Hate to spoil this great image you have of me,"
John said.

"You'd have to really do bad to do that. What did you do, rape some
babies? Rob a bank? Murder your ex-wife?" Sheila teased.

"Not too far off. Thought about murdering my ex. Almost got arrested
because they thought I was robbing a bank and...... my two lovelies are
barely out of the baby stage," John said.

"How old?" Sheila asked.

"Well, let's see. Cindy just turned seventeen a week ago. Theresa will
turn that in a couple of months," John said. Sheila was silent for a
moment. "Gonna turn me in?" John asked, "You may not have to. They may
do it after last week."

"No... I know you just well enough to know that they aren't babies. You
had a reason for getting involved with them. So.... my dear gentle-man.
Why don't you start at the beginning. Tell me all about your life,
their lives and how you met Theresa."

"I ran over her," John said.

"Uh... rewind the tape a bit. Why not start with your winning the
lottery. We've got lots of time. I'm here to listen," Sheila said.

"Okay.... Well, I was driving down the road listening to crap on the
radio...." John began. He talked for a long time. Sheila just
listening. When he told about the bank she chuckled and then busted out
laughing. When she recovered, he continued. He told her about what his
life was like before and after. His fling with the girls from the local
watering hole. The sports car. He told her all about the silo. She was
intrigued. He told her of his plans for it. How much it cost him so far
and how things were turning out. He explained his tracing things out
and finding the camera's and surveillance system. Then about his mishap
with Theresa. She questioned him whenever it seemed like he was leaving
anything out.

She sat back, wearing the shirt he had had on the night before. Her
knees tucked up beside her ample breasts. This left John an open view
of her privates. He gazed hypnotically as he talked. Whenever he looked
up her eyes met him and she smiled. She became aware of his gaze and
shifted her position to give him a *better* view. It didn't help relax
him. He got a throbbing hard-on while he explained his actions when
Cindy had arrived.

She listened intently when John described about watching Cindy and
Theresa in the pool on the first night. She squirmed a bit and John
noticed she was actually getting wet. He continued. He told her almost
everything he could think of. Concluding with his assumptions based
upon the information from the camera log and the cell phone. She nodded
a bit as he finished.

"I'm kind of hungry... Want to get some breakfast... if you still want
to be seen with me, that is," John said. She got that look again and
just then there was a quiet knock on the door. She glanced at the
clock. John seemed puzzled. "Who the hell could that be?" he said. She
buttoned up the shirt and pulled on her panties.

"Breakfast, my treat," she said, walking to the door. She opened it to
a discrete looking young woman holding a large box. She thanked her and
signed the slip, adding a large gratuity for her promptness. She
carried it back and set the box on the table. Lifting the lid, she
extracted two large cups of coffee. "Sugar, cream?" she asked.

"Black," he replied, amazed. She opened the sipping hole and handed it
to him. He sipped at it and broke out in a smile. "So when did you
order this?" he asked.

"This morning, before you woke up," she replied.

"What's in the box?" he asked, swinging his legs off the bed.

"Eggs benedict. Toasted bagels with sun-dried tomato cream cheese,
Strawberry's and cream and lots of coffee," she said.

"I'm impressed," John said, "Still want to eat with me?" Again she got
*that* look.

"Darling. What are you talking about?" she asked.

"The story of my life. Raping almost babies... spying on them," he
reminded her.

"Oh... Come eat," she said, turning her attention to laying out the
table. He pulled on his slacks and moved to the table. "What first?"
she asked.

"Uh... the strawberry's, if they're unsweetened. Just a dab of cream,"
he said.

"Pretty picky for a baby raper," she said, putting his exact request in
front of him. John winced. "Oh... Stop that! I was joking," she said,
giving him *that* look again. He poked at his strawberries a bit.
Seeing he wasn't placated, she said, "Okay... listen. I think you are
generous, kind, magnanimous, cultured, a soft touch, brilliant but
sometimes soft in the head, caring, moody, sexy and the most desirable
man I have *ever* met. Now eat your strawberries 'cause the rest is
getting cold. Then we'll talk about it. Okay?" He nodded. Smiling at
her he dived into his breakfast.

When they were properly stuffed on decadence, she took two more coffees
and set them on the night stand. She unbuttoned the shirt and led him
back to the bed. She leaned up against the headboard and pulled him
back against her. Laying his head between her breasts. She handed him
his coffee and sipped at her own.

"Okay, love. Let's talk about it. First off, I don't perceive you as a
baby raper. Your actions were overly and overtly honorable. Both Cindy
and Theresa were in bad situations. You gave them a better alternative,
at your own expense. Had you made sex a condition of that alternative,
then I would have thrown you happily to the legal wolves -I know many-
but you did not. What they did with you, was of their own choosing. The
law might argue that they weren't adult and therefore couldn't make
their own decisions, but I don't buy that. They'd done a bunch of
growing up before you ever met them. In over half the cultures of the
world, those two would be expecting their second child by now. Still,
your keeping your relationship a secret is a good idea. I know the
Attorney General for your state. He wouldn't leave your toenails
unchewed. The one from their state would swallow them.

"Secondly. Your continued relationship with them. Fine by me. You even
had your tubes snicked to prevent their becoming trapped into a
situation where they were stuck with you, or in a worse condition out
on their own. You've made certain that they had a future. That's a damn
sight more than either of their parents did. From what you've told me,
Theresa will probably move on. Cindy probably won't, but she might.
College time away from you could change her mind. Time will tell.

"Third. Your voyeurism.... You screwed up. You should have told them.
You had *better* tell them soon. If you were an asshole I know where
you could market every single one of the tapes. I'd probably buy a copy
myself. You're not an asshole so that's not an issue. Fact is that I'd
be more than happy to be on them myself. With you and from the way
you've described them, both your little lovelies.

"The next question for yourself is, *what the hell are you going to do
with a whole year's worth of tapes?* Fourth. Your Silo. I'd dearly love
to see it. From your descriptions, it sounds incredible. The perfect
millionaire's retreat. Spacious, luxurious, high tech toys,
comfortable, secluded and secure. Wish I could see a floor plan," she
concluded. John turned and kissed a nipple before climbing off the bed
and returning with his laptop. He settled back into his spot and called
up the image file he'd downloaded the day before. He walked her through
the whole place, describing the rooms from memory. Then, remembering,
he called in the pics he'd downloaded and showed each major room to
her.

"I could call up now and download current images including the girls,
but right now it doesn't seem very ethical," he said.

"If I was going to corrupt your ethics, that *wouldn't* be where I'd
start!" Sheila said, kissing his forehead. "Come on, let's go shower.
You've got a plane to catch," she said. Sheila led him to the bathroom
and unfastened his trousers. She dropped them and sighed heavily at the
sight of his manhood. She turned on the water and pushed her panties to
the floor. Stepped in and dragged him with her. She soaped him up and
then did her best to scrub his whole body with hers.

He washed her hair for her. She did the same for him, reaching up to do
it. Letting the suds run down between them, rubbing her breasts against
his chest to take advantage of it. Finally they rinsed off. John was
hard as a rock.

As she dried him she said, "If you ever decide that thing has no home,
please think of San Francisco as your first port of call."

As they dressed, John asked her, "Sheila, how much do you know about
fashion? Business fashion?"

"Oh... a little. Mostly just what it does to my budget," she chuckled.

"And that outfit, how much did it cost?"

"Oh... about fifteen hundred, I guess," she said.

"And how many like it do you have?" he asked.

"Oh... let's see... Eight. Each different. I also mix and match some
between them," she said.

"So roughly ten grand in business suits," he added up.

"Easy. That's cheap compared to what some of them would have cost me. I
have a... friend who makes them and gives me a break," Sheila said.

"And how many formal dresses?" he asked.

"Oh... god. I don't know. Lots," she said.

"And their value?" he probed.

"Jesus... I'd be afraid to guess. What are you getting at?"

"Just bear with me... May I ask how much you make?"

"Uh... sure. You told me about yourself... I made just over one hundred
and thirty thousand last year. Before taxes," she replied, now studying
him. He appeared to have some idea turning in his mind.

"So, roughly about five hundred a day," John said.

"I'm not as quick at math as you are, but I guess that's about right.
Averaged. Some days I don't make squat. Others maybe up to five grand.
That's a great day for me," she mused.

"And how much do you charge your clients when you go out consulting on
their businesses?" John asked.

"Oh.. don't get much call to do that. Not like I used to have to do
before I moved into upper management. I guess usually between four and
six hundred per day, plus expenses," she said.

"And how much free time do you get in your present position?" John
probed.

"Not a whole lot. Depends on the season and client load. Right now is
kind of slow. Just after the first of the year is one of the busiest.
Why?" Sheila asked, feeling hopeful.

"Just a few more questions. Then I'll tell you.... How much do you know
about the fashion industry itself?" he asked.

"Quite a lot actually, Like I said. I have a friend... -a sometimes
lover actually- who runs a large high fashion house. She's taken me on
shows all over the world. I've been in the back rooms of the best," she
bragged.

"One more. How much do you actually know about business, I mean the
logistics of running a major corporation?" he asked.

"Oh... I've been around a lot of it. Never had to deal with the
actuality of doing it, obviously. Not many women CEO's, even here. But
I've done a fair amount of dealing with financial officers and the
logistics of balancing capital, production, customer sales and
overhead. I know how to raise capital and how to protect investments.
That sort of thing. John, what's all this about?" Sheila asked.

"Well... in my little story about my life and the silo I left a bit
out. Here, take a look at this," John pulled a large sheaf of papers
out of his brief case and handed it to her. "Read," he said. She took
it and sat back in a chair, rapt in study. She flipped to diagrams and
back to descriptions as she read. John sipped the last of a cup of cool
coffee.

"Jesus, John. Has this been filed?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Almost granted. On the home stretch," he replied.

"My god.... You'll make billions," she said.

"Not me," he replied.

"Huh?" she said.

"Not me. I won't make billions. The girls will. Also in there are
incorporation papers for *Second Skin Inc*. Just waiting for the day
Theresa turns eighteen. So just over a year. I'm licensing the whole
thing to them," John said.

"But why? Why not yourself?" she asked.

"One: I've got more money than I know what to do with now. Even just
the license percentage I figure will add a massive sum to that. Second:
I have zero interest in the fashion world. I damn sure don't want to
sign up to some high pressure job that will steal all my precious time.
I want to enjoy my life. Not spend it stomping fires. And lastly: I
want it to go to the girls. They were a large portion of my inspiration
for it. They're the ones who saw the market potential of it, and
really, they deserve it," he said.

"Yes... I see. You got your satisfaction by building it and making it
work. Now it's just operating it," Sheila said.

"Precisely.... I also know that the girls don't know beans about
actually running a company. And certainly not dealing with the massive
growth potential of this. I need someone to ride herd on them. I want
to hire you... as CEO," John said. Sheila looked up at him sharply.

"Oh... John... Jesus. I mean... god, you just met me... And this.... I
don't know if I'm ready for that kind of .... ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

"Very. When can you get some time off to meet the girls and see the
machine in action?"

"Oh.. Let's see... I've got two weeks vacation I can take most anytime,
but I need to give them a little warning about it."

"Okay... listen. I've got other motives in this as well. Ethically I
must tell you some things."

"Now what?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"One: The job is probably yours no matter where our relationship goes,
or doesn't go. I need a competent person I can trust at the helm. It's
going to get hot and heavy there. Two: I have more than a business
interest in you. I think you are probably the most desirable woman I
have ever met. Three: I am a devious son of a bitch. You'll know just
how devious in a little while."

"God John, You really just met me last night. You know absolutely
nothing about me. Now you're asking me to run a major corporation for
you. I could have made everything I told you up. You're beginning to
make me think you're not what you say *you* are. Nobody in their right
mind would even think about offering somebody they met in a bar the
night before a CEO's job, at what could be the biggest thing ever to
hit the fashion world. I think you're nuts," Sheila said, honestly.
John reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder. He started
reading:

"Sheila Joanne Jacobs; born, Wichita Kansas. True age; 38. Educated
Stanford University. Major, business, minor, business law. Masters
degree in economics. With a year's study could pass bar exams. GPA
3.85. Apprenticeship with Hall & Stafford associates. Business
consultants. Moved up to regional area specialist. Left because there
was no higher position in company for women. Joined Foster Consulting
Inc. as a special trouble shooter for ailing companies. Excellent track
record. Saved well over one hundred companies from chapter 11. Left
because your name wasn't on any one of the reports to the companies
saved.

"Joined Shuller & Childs brokerage, as Corporate financial liaison.
Move up to general manager and Chief Operations Officer. You specialize
in Corporate finance in relation to business law with emphasis on
corporate growth. Dealing with crisis points inherent at strategic
points in corporation growth. You like single malt scotches. You have a
yen for High class Olympic quality women. You live in a modest
penthouse apartment with no cats or dogs and an unknown number of house
plants. You have a parakeet named Bob. You -at present- have no serious
attachments. You alternate between an oriental woman named Mae and your
secretary Judy for amusement. You've not found any satisfying long term
relationships with men, but you were married once. And you are known to
frequent the *Pussy Chat* in North Beach.

"In short; You are competent, qualified and experienced. If you'd been
a man, with your experience and expertise, you'd be pulling down
halfway into six figures annually. You're perfect for the job. And I
think you're cute too. Now you may hit me," John concluded. Sheila had
been sitting there with her mouth open. Her eyes a mixture of wonder
and anger.

Now she said, "You son of a bitch... the whole thing last night a set
up! God... I'll rip your eyes out." She launched herself at him. He
caught her hand coming up to slap him. Spinning a little to the side he
pulled her against his body. She beat at him with her other hand as he
pulled her into a kiss. Halfway through the kiss the hand she was
beating him with moved around his neck and pulled him harder into the
kiss. He let go her wrist and it moved around his waist.

"Please don't make me love you...unless you mean it," she said. Tears
rolling out of her eyes.

"I've never been more serious about anything in my whole life," John
replied, "But this is not only about business. The job is probably
yours. Starting at 150k and moving up to 200 as fast as you can get the
cash flow there. BUT, here's the catch; you have to pass muster in
front of the bosses. That's the hard part."

"What do you mean?" she asked, sniffing back the tears.

"If my two lovelies get one look at you when I'm anywhere within a
hundred miles, they'll turn on you like a polar bear protecting her
cubs. Business credentials won't mean shit to them. You'll be *that
woman*. But... if they think the whole thing is their idea..... Well,
we all win.

"I have to arrange for you to meet them, telling them that you've been
recommended to me by my lawyers, which you were. But you have to win
their confidence. I can't be there. You are coming in under the guise
of a consultant. They have to recommend to me that we hire you for the
job," John said.

"And I thought women were devious," Sheila said.

"I warned you," John said.

"So how much of what you told me last night was true?" she asked.

"All of it. Down to the last detail," John said.

"And what would you have done if I'd been insistent once we were in
bed?" Sheila asked.

"Then you wouldn't have gotten the job. It would have demonstrated a
lack of ethics. I couldn't have trusted you with the girls' interests,
or mine," John replied simply.

"This has to be a first," Sheila chuckled, "Getting a dream position
for *not* sleeping with the boss. I think I'm gonna like working for
you, John."

"No... You wouldn't be working for me. For the girls. And I can't
promise that they have the same criteria for employment. Sometimes
their insight into themselves is a little shallow. Limited of course by
lack of experience.. Age. I'm *not* telling you to sleep with them
either, to get the job. You wouldn't do that anyway. But if both of you
feel like it, you have my blessing. They would sense if you felt like
it and didn't do it just as fast as they would sense you doing it when
you didn't feel like it. Theresa's more sensitive, more ruled by her
emotions. Cindy's a dreamer long term, but more down to earth and
logical about things. I wish I could tell you how to play it, but I
can't. One, it would be unethical. Two, it just wouldn't work. I have
my own problems to deal with them right now.

"Cindy's waiting for me to have a bout of conscience and tell her all
about my surveillance system. If I don't, they'll be gone out of my
life in a shot. My problem is that I don't really feel that way. I'd
feel very much that way if I was going to market the tapes or let
another person view them. Fact is I've never looked at a single one
myself other than a quick look at the first of them to identify which
was which between two when I went to file them. Felt a bit guilty about
even doing that.

"However, I have watched them real time many times on a monitor.
Sometimes I've been working on the computer and been all tied up in
knots. I would turn on the monitor I had by my computer and watch them
fooling around in the pool, or making gentle love on the chaise in the
solarium. Suddenly all my tension would drain away. I would realize
just how fantastic my life was and all would be right with the world.

"Fact is I don't feel guilty about that. Both of them have told me
multiple times that I am more than welcome to watch, or participate
anytime I want. I just didn't tell them when I decided to take them up
on it."

"It didn't start out that way," Sheila said, pointing out the flaw.

"No it didn't at first. I was curious... and scared. Cindy represented
a real threat to my relationship with Theresa. Especially after what I
saw the first night. I don't know how I would have handled it if I had
just walked in on them cold. The monitor gave me a chance to think
about things before I had to deal with them directly. Fact is I think
it let me cool off enough that it probably saved our relationship.. all
of them."

"So your dilemma, is that you don't feel guilty. And having a bout of
conscience to placate them would essentially be a lie," Sheila said.

"Yup, in a nutshell," John said.

"You ought to tell them that. Just the way you told it to me. I think
they'll understand," Sheila told him.

"Maybe... All I know is that I can't lie to them, even for the right
reasons," John said.

"You're a very honorable person, John. I don't envy your position, but
I'm afraid I'm going to love you very much," Sheila said.

"Afraid?" John asked.

"Very much so. I can empathize with Cindy. I know what she must be
going through. You're what us women would call a *keeper*. You
unknowingly elicit very strong emotions from those who come to know
you. Even for just a short while. That scares women. They like to be in
control. But they'll never control you. You're controlled already by
your own very strict code of ethics. In some ways you're actually a
slave to it. The other thing that scares women, is the fear that they
might not measure up to your standards. Now I know that you don't judge
people by your standards. But you will *notice* when a difference
exists between your standards and theirs. It's that difference that's
the spooky part. It's what could come between you. As it may with you
and the girls over this snooping thing. Fact is; You scare the shit out
of me...."

"Want me to back off? I intend to stay as distant from Second Skin as I
can. We need not see each other," John said.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Sheila said, "My being scared is my fucking
problem and business. I wouldn't miss a second of being around you over
it. Don't go cutting me slack because you think I'm scared. If I'm who
I think I am, and you're who I think you are, then things will work out
just fine between us. And it presents an opportunity for me to have
something I've always dreamed of having. Otherwise it's an error in my
judgment that I can learn from," Sheila said. John kissed her
softly.... which grew into a much deeper one. Sheila trembling
slightly.

"Come on. You've got a plane to catch and I've got some scheduling to
do," Sheila said, huskily.

"Now I'm scared," John said.

"What about?"

"I'm beginning to trust a lawyer's judgment!" John said. They both
burst out laughing. Driving to the airport, Sheila rode with her
fingers resting lightly on John's collar. When he reached the curb, she
got out with him. He checked in curbside and checked on flight status;
Just about to board. John already had his boarding pass, so if he
sailed through security it would be just perfect. Sheila pulled him to
her and kissed him in a manner he wouldn't soon forget. The two of them
oblivious to the crowds streaming past them.

"Don't forget me," she told him.

"Not bloody likely," John replied, somewhat shaky.

"In all that file, you did get my number didn't you?" she smirked.

"Yup, and you've got my cell number.... but let me call you when it's
safe," John told her.

"I knew it; don't call us, we'll call you," Sheila chuckled.

"Count on it," John said, picking up his briefcase.

"Make it soon. See ya, sailor," she said. She snatched another brief
kiss then responded to the honking behind them. Waving them off as she
climbed in the rental car. She drove off as John headed for the
security checkpoint. She walked the rental car through it's check in.
Then caught a cab into town. On the ride back she was staring out the
window.

"So... the mighty huntress became the hunted," she mused to herself.
She shivered thinking about the new man .... and possible women in her
life.
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Chapter 37

Theresa woke first on Monday morning. Cindy was snuggled to her side.
For a time she just lay there, enjoying the feeling of her lover close
beside her. She reached out and softly dragged her finger tips over
Cindy's soft skin, feeling the texture of it. Enjoying the feeling of
life beneath her soft touch. Cindy moaned softly in her sleep and
wiggled around, snuggling closer to her. Theresa reveled in the feel of
the young brunette's body next to hers. She thought about John. She
really did miss him. Something about the feel of his gentle, strong
arms about her made her tremble, even at the thought in retrospective.

'How could he do it?' she thought to herself, 'What was he thinking....
Why watch them in secret when she would gladly have let him observe
hers and Cindy's most intimate moments? When he was so tender and sweet
the whole time she had known him?' She sensed that she would lose him
if she made an issue of it. She wasn't prepared to do that. She was
just a bit disappointed in him.

Well, she thought, as Cindy had said; that really was a minor offense.
To find herself a bit disappointed, once in a whole year was a small
price to pay for all the love she had received from him. She decided
then and there, that it didn't matter to her anymore. If John wanted a
show, then by god she'd give him one. Theresa gently pushed Cindy's
thighs apart and moved between them. Her head dipped and with a sudden
intake of breath, followed by a slow moan, Cindy came awake. Later they
lay panting together.

"God, Theresa. I must say that's the most effective alarm clock I ever
experienced," Cindy gasped, between breaths.

"I know. John did it to me the morning we first met you at the
airport," Theresa chuckled.

"That's our John," Cindy said, softly caressing Theresa's ass.

"Yeah. I think we both kind of love the guy. Let's do what we can to
keep him," Theresa said, moving atop Cindy. Their eyes met and Cindy
realized the implications of what Theresa was saying. She smiled at her
and pulled her head down into a gentle kiss. Theresa positioned herself
so that their clitorises were adjoined and began to rotate her hips.
Cindy responded gleefully. Except for pit stops, they didn't get out of
bed till noon.

"Your turn to cook," Theresa reminded her.

"Oh sure. Ravage me and then expect me to cook," Cindy chuckled.

"Well, I've got to put the finishing touches on John's toy," Theresa
said.

"He may have found his own toy while he was in San Francisco," Cindy
said.

"Think so?.... I don't know how I'd feel about that, right now. How
about you?" Theresa asked, thoughtfully.

"I don't know. John's always given us.... well, *freedom* to do as we
pleased. I guess it would depend on who...whom it was with..... Funny.
I wouldn't be bothered so much if he had a little fling with another
woman. If he was with another guy though, that would bother me," Cindy
said.

"My..... a bit hypocritical aren't we?" Theresa said.

"Maybe. But that's what I feel," Cindy said.

"Don't tell anybody, but I feel pretty much the same way.... now. You
well know that at one time I didn't even like the idea of John with
another woman," Theresa said.

Cindy chuckled, "Don't I know it."

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

"Now that you've got me thinking about John, I want bacon, French toast
and scrambled eggs.... with a Pepsi. That's what he served me on my
first morning here," Theresa mused.

"You got it..... I know. I miss him too. I'm looking forward to
tonight," Cindy said.

"You think it will take us that long?" Theresa giggled.

"No..... I don't think he'll make it far past the door," Cindy
chuckled.

"If you don't get cracking, he'll walk in on us eating breakfast this
afternoon," Theresa said.

"Nag, nag, nag...woman," Cindy chuckled, "Okay, I'm going."

"And while you cook, I want you bare assed, wearing nothing but a
little lace apron," Theresa commanded.

"Cook bacon in the nude? Are you nuts? Besides, we don't have any
little lace aprons," Cindy chuckled.

"Where's my shopping list!..... I know, nuke the bacon. You may
compensate for the apron by sitting on my lap and feeding me," Theresa
said.

"Damn glad you don't have any Spanish spurs," Cindy muttered.

"Where's my shopping list!" Theresa chuckled. After breakfast, the
girls started preening themselves for John's return.

"Weren't we mad at him about something?" Cindy mused, doing Theresa's
hair.

"Seems like it..... Should we wear our twin outfits... sans skirts?"
Theresa asked.

"I quite enjoyed the moon rise.... White, spandex shorts, I think,"
Cindy said.

"No.... those hot pink ones we bought last time in town," Theresa said.

"Perfect!.... And so are you..... too bad you have to put clothes
on.... Will you do my hair the same?" Cindy asked.

"I'll do my best... beauticians school might not be a bad idea... if
we're going to be in the fashion business..." Theresa said. Cindy
busted out laughing. "What?"

"It's perfect. When the time comes for us to go off to college, first
we enroll in beauticians school. It will scare the hell out of John,"
Cindy chuckled.

"Oh... hadn't thought of that... I like it!" Theresa said, laughing.

John flew looking out the window, down at the ground 33,000 feet below.
He thought about his girls...... and Sheila. He was torn; Wanting to
get back home to the girls and wanting to stay in San Francisco with
Sheila. Sleeping nude with her without making love had been one of the
hardest things he had ever done. "But that's the way you play for
keeps," he muttered to himself.

"Excuse me?" asked a pretty stewardess, who had been passing by.

"Huh? Oh... nothing... Wait. I'd like... A bloody Mary... but you don't
do them... How about a screwdriver then?" John asked.

"I can make you a bloody Mary. All but the celery," the stewardess
dimpled at him.

"If it's not too much trouble. Then please.... mild if you would," John
asked, smiling back.

"No problem, be glad to.. Mr. Stevens," the stewardess said, turning
towards the galley. John looked after her. Cute..... and knew my name.
There were advantages to flying first class, John thought. She returned
with his drink and he thanked her for it. She dimpled again but he was
already looking back out the window. Thinking of .....three.

It was not a large airport. Jumbo's didn't usually land there. The
runway barely long enough. The smaller jet John was riding in touched
down and taxied towards the terminal. Off to the side in a little
painted circle sat an Aerospatial helicopter, blades turning. Hm...
brought out the good one, John thought. Before he got off the plane he
watched as a baggage handler plucked his bags and a strapped cooler
from the crowd and hustled them to the helicopter.

As he exited the plane a representative met him and walked him past the
flight line security to the helicopter, carrying his briefcase for him.
Opened the passenger door for him and handed up his briefcase. John
nodded to the pilot, and strapped in. Putting his headset on and
adjusting it. The pilot spoke to the tower and obtained clearance. The
ground crew cleared him and the copter rose smooth as glass....
performed a mock taxi and then lifted straight up and angled towards
home. The stewardess from the plane watched as he was escorted and the
treatment he was given. She sighed heavily to herself.

"*That*, is what my Momma would call a *keeper*," she said to another
stewardess.

"Since when do we make bloody Mary's?" she asked.

"Since whenever someone like *that* wants one," the first one replied.

"What's so special about him?" said the second.

"Did you see the way his clothes fit? I've never seen a better
tailoring job. I'll bet those slacks alone cost him a grand," said the
first.

"Oh... rich then?" asked the second.

"Uh.. how many of our other passengers were met by a helicopter?" said
the first, rolling her eyes at the other one.

"Oh... Come on. We've got three more flights today. Maybe you'll meet
someone else like him," said the second.

"Not bloody likely," said the first.

At the first sound of the thump-thumping blades the girls were up to
the entrance, and into their snowmobile suits. Zipping then to the top
to conceal their battle gear. They resisted the temptation to put on
their helmets. Fearing to damage their hairdo's, they waited until the
helicopter lifted off, then cracked the hatch. Cindy peeked out and
when she saw it turn and fly away, she leaped out followed by Theresa.
They ran up onto the pad and Cindy leaped into John's arms. She hung on
for dear life as Theresa tried to get her arms around John. John dipped
his head and kissed Cindy hard as he pulled her to the side to let
Theresa in on the other. Then repeated the kiss with Theresa.

"I ought to go away more often," John mused, being showered with kisses
from both sides. "Help me with these things?" John asked, placing his
brief case upon the cooler and hefting it. The girls each grabbed a
bag.

"Jesus, he's got a damned harem out here," the pilot muttered to
himself, looking in a small mirror used to check the treads or any
cargo beneath the helicopter. He was too distant to tell details, but
the two who came out to meet him had definitely been female, and very
enthusiastic about his return. 'Some guys get all the luck,' he
thought. The girls and John barely managed the hatch and steps with
their loads.

"Have to think of a way to add an elevator to the surface," John mused.

"How about a patio deck? Raise the whole thing?" Cindy teased.

"That's a great idea," John said.

"I was joking," Cindy said.

"I wasn't. Have to find a garage rack lift somewhere," John said.

"It's good to have you home," Theresa said, chuckling.

"Ditto," Cindy quipped. They stopped at the kitchen. John opening the
cooler to show the girls.

"For dinner tonight?" Theresa asked.

"Perfect," said John, "About half the crab. Wrap the rest singly and
put them in the freezer. The fish and the crab on the bottom get
wrapped. They're probably still frozen. If not, just put them in the
refrigerator part. Don't refreeze them."

"Yes, boss," Theresa said, "fresh seafood for a week." Cindy hung onto
his arm. Both girls were still in their snowmobile suits. "Cup of
coffee?" Theresa asked.

"Love one. And to get out of these shoes," John said, sitting heavily.

"I'll just fetch your slippers," Cindy said, sprinting off. Theresa
placed a fresh brewed mug of French roast in front of John and then
bent to kiss him deeply.

"Glad you're home, sugar," she said.

"Good to be home... no, I'll drink it black," he chuckled. Cindy
entered carrying his slippers and a light robe. Theresa pulled off his
coat and unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off as Cindy pulled off
his shoes and slipped on the slippers. Theresa helped him into the silk
robe.

"Aren't you two hot?" John asked.

"We always thought so," Cindy chuckled.

"Tell you what, you decide," Theresa said, standing in front of him.
Cindy joined her and together they lowered the zippers on their
snowmobile suits. When they let them drop, so did John's jaw. He
nodded.

"Yup... You're hot..... *very* hot.." he said, hoarsely. The girls
beamed at him and each moved to one side of him. They eased him up by
his elbows.

"Come on, dear. Let's get you into an easy chair. Cindy, grab his
coffee," Theresa said.

"And my briefcase," John said. Theresa grabbed it as she walked him
out. She sat him in a large swivel chair and set the case beside him.
Cindy entered and set his mug on a table next to the chair.

"Now... anything else we can get you? You hungry?" Theresa queried.

"No, dear. Thank you. Maybe later. Right now I just want to sit and
look at you two," John said.

"That we can oblige," Cindy said. She kissed him softly and then moved
to sit on the back of the sofa, facing him. Theresa kissed him softly
and joined her. They were just eight feet from John, their pink hot
pants hugging their pubic areas just about John's eye level. He sipped
at his coffee and drank in the sight. Life was good.

"So.... How did it go in San Francisco?" Cindy asked.

"Excellent. We had a minor problem. A scanner was used in a movie about
television commercials. They'd scan women and then kill them and use
their images to make commercials without paying them. They entered a
protest to the patent. But the ruling on that was in our favor, because
they never actually made one. They just simulated one. I actually
produced one. Good thing I've got a record of it."

"What record?" Cindy asked.

"Oh... I guess I didn't tell you girls. I meant to, but it just kept
slipping my mind. The whole silo is wired for vision and sound. I've
got recorders set up in a maintenance room down on six," John said,
nonchalantly. The girls just looked at each other for a moment. Then
back at him and then at each other. Their mouths open.

"But.... but.... you didn't ask us!" Theresa spat out in mock surprise
and anger.

"I'm sorry. I guess I should have. I guess it must seem like an
invasion of your privacy," John said.

"Damn right it does!" Cindy spat.

"I didn't expect you to feel this way about it. I'm really sorry. I
should have told you. But both of you have told me so many times I was
welcome to watch you do anything, anytime. I didn't really think that
it would matter," John said.

"Well... it does," Theresa said.

"I'm sorry. Look, if it means anything, I've never looked at any of the
tapes except right at the first to identify which was which when I went
to file them," John said.

"You've never watched them?" Cindy asked, suspiciously.

"Why no, *never*. I *have* watched you two live, on the monitor I used
to keep by my computer though. Sometimes I'd get really wrapped up in
what I was doing. All tense and such. I'd turn on the monitor and watch
you two lovelies swimming together or making love in the solarium, or
just sitting in the library studying. It would get rid of all my
stress. I could relax, just knowing you two were around and that I
could be with you. Then I could go back to work knowing what it was all
for," John said. Theresa wept softly. Cindy fought her own tears.

"So... where are these tapes all filed? There must be hundreds of
them," Cindy said.

"In the back of the maintenance tunnel on six. Look, I'm really sorry.
I never thought of it as eavesdropping.... well, that's not really
true. When you first arrived Cindy; I was downright snooping. Not very
damn honorable at all. But I didn't know how your being here was going
to affect my relationship with Theresa..... I was scared. I watched you
the first night when you made love in the pool. Seeing that made me
even more afraid. I kind of went nuts. That's what started me recording
everything in the silo, but when we all got together I mostly quit
watching. I just let the system I had built run. But I've never once
gone back and watched one of those tapes. They're all filed down there
in chronological order.

"Think of it. Almost a whole year of your lives recorded. That's
history down there. It's a visual record you can look at when I'm gone.
Of how our relationship all got started. How we all fell in love. A
year of maturity on your parts. Remember how much you changed just over
the summer? Well, those tapes hold a record of every word you spoke as
you were maturing. I've never watched them, because I'm certain they
contain really personal things as well. Once we became a whole, I
didn't want to know what you two said about me when I wasn't around. I
have no desire to watch you deal with bodily wastes or your feminine
needs either. That just wouldn't be right.

"If you want, we can destroy the tapes. I think I can defend what I
need to without them. As it was I planned on editing them down to just
the portions that recorded my tinkering. I damn sure wouldn't want to
send a video record of my relationships with you two to a judge," John
said. The girls looked between each other... They still weren't crazy
about the idea, but they had been looking for John to give them a
reason. And that is what he had just done. Maybe there was more to it.
But it didn't matter. He had admitted what he had done. He had, on the
whole respected their privacy where it really mattered.

Cindy looked at him, shining respect in her eyes when she said, "No,
John. You keep the tapes. Maybe we'll all watch them together when
we're old and gray."

"Might just kill me, when you two are old and gray. But there's another
thing to consider. Needs to be considered, I think," John said.

"What's that?" asked Theresa.

"Well, we're not out of the woods yet. We've still got about thirteen
months before the last of you turns eighteen. I could still be charged
with statutory rape for both of you. As much damning evidence of our
relationship is on those tapes, there is also a recorded record of the
fact that none of us ever coerced sexual favors from one another. That
you two have been studying hard. That my behavior towards you has been,
usually, honorable. If Mr. BLM should ever show back up with the SWAT
team, then they may save me years as a love toy for weight lifters,"
John said.

"That's true enough," Cindy said, "to my knowledge you're very
honorable. I love you, John Stevens."

"Ditto!" said Theresa.

"Tritto... I mean. I love both of you two also," John said. The girls
moved to him and hugged him. The chair almost falling over backwards as
they all crowded together in it, a girl on each arm. John's arms each
around one. They leaned to him and he kissed them alternately. They
even shared a wet three way kiss. Their tongues dueling together in the
gap between their faces when all three were nose to nose.

"Would you like to make love now, or open presents?" John asked.

"Presents!?" Theresa exclaimed.

"In my large suitcase," John chuckled.

"I'm for making love first.... but okay. I'll wait..... for as long as
you want," Cindy said, softly. Theresa jumped up and ran for the
suitcase. Cindy snuggled in John's lap. "I don't know how you do it,
love. But you always seem to make everything come out alright," Cindy
said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know how I do it either," John admitted.

"I wonder sometimes...." Cindy said.

"I missed you," John said.

"I missed you too...." Cindy replied, pulling his head down into a
deep, passionate kiss.

"Which side?" Theresa asked, lugging the suitcase into the room.

"In the top, a couple of packages for each of you," John said, huskily,
his hand squeezing Cindy's inner thigh softly. She kissed him again and
the hand lightly stroked between her legs, through the two layers of
thin material. Her breath caught in her throat. Theresa opened the case
and pulled out several packages. She sorted them out by name. Building
a little pile for each.

"Come on, Cindy. Let's see what he brought us," Theresa bubbled.

"I've got all I want, right here," Cindy mused, between kisses. Even so
Theresa's sharp intake of breath and gasp of joy swung her head around
to look when she pulled out her pure silk kimono. Cindy hugged John
fiercely and jumped up to open her own packages. Theresa rushed in to
fill the gap, hugging John and kissing him in thanks.

"There's more," John indicated to the smaller packages. Cindy had her
kimono over her shoulders, luxuriating in the feel of the fine
material. She worked at the wrapper of one of the smaller packages.
Inside she found a beautifully crafted Chinese puzzle box. Something
inside of it. She puzzled over how to open it. Theresa ripped her own
package open and was squeezing and pushing all over it. Trying to open
it.

"Here, let me show you," John said. Cindy continued to study hers, but
Theresa moved to John's lap, bringing the box with her. He spun the
chair around so Cindy wouldn't see what he was doing as he showed
Theresa each little move. Inside a little drawer slid open and revealed
a beautiful cloisonn� hair comb. Theresa's fingers trembled as she
reached for it.

 From behind them they heard, "Oh god, John. It's lovely." Cindy had
opened her own box.

"Thank you, John. I love you," Theresa said, holding the item in her
hand. John kissed her tenderly, then turned the chair back. Theresa
jumped up again to investigate the other packages. Each got a lovely
silk fan which matched their cloisonn� hair combs.

"What's this?" Cindy asked, opening a package containing a grid of fine
dowels in six frames.

"A cricket cage," John said.

"Cricket cage?" Cindy asked.

"Yup. The Chinese used to catch a cricket and keep it in the house in
those kind of cages. At night it would sing for them," he explained.

"Huh....neat. Where do we get a cricket?" Cindy asked.

"Next summer.... should be fun to try to catch one," John chuckled,
"They didn't include instructions on how to do that."

"Cute," said Theresa, assembling her cage.

"One more package each. In my large carryon bag," John prompted.
Theresa sprinted out of the room and returned with it quickly. Two
large packages each contained a hand inlayed jewelry box. Each was
stocked with pearl, gold, silver and small emerald ear rings, Gold,
silver and Jade bracelets, Cameo pins and fine silver clasps. In the
bottom drawers were strings of pearls and gold and silver necklaces.
Then each one found a large amber pendant. Cindy examined hers with
tears in her eyes.

"Sistine quartz. Sorry, I couldn't find real Amethyst," John said.

"God, John. This must have cost you a fortune," Cindy gasped.

"Oh... what's money for, if not to make those you love happy," John
said.

"But this must have cost..... shit, as much as Theresa and I have
earned all year, including returns on our investments," Cindy said.

"Well... I wouldn't leave it laying around when you go off to college.
You might want to rent a safety deposit box to keep it in," John
chuckled. Theresa had on her pearl ear rings, three bracelets, two
necklaces and was looking for places to pin her broaches. She wisely
avoided pushing pins through the silk of her kimono. Her cloisonn� comb
in her hair. Tears streamed down her face.

"I think she likes it," Cindy said. "I do too.... but I think it's too
much, John."

"Maybe.... But I'll get to see you in all of it. It's worth it to
me...... Just don't expect it every time I have to go away. Probably
not even next time," John said.

"You're going away again!?" Theresa gasped, looking up. "You just got
back!" John chuckled. Cindy looked concerned.

"In about two weeks. I have to go to New York for a week. But I think I
can arrange for a little company for you," John said.

"Who?" Cindy asked.

"Her name is Sheila. My lawyers recommended her to me to help you with
Second Skin Inc," John said.

"Second Skin Inc.?" Theresa said.

"Her?" Cindy said.

"Second Skin Inc. is the name of the company you two will be running.
Yes her, she's a corporate wizard. Specializing in helping companies
grow into the big time world. As I fully expect Second Skin to do,"
John replied.

"What's she like?" Cindy asked, suspiciously.

"I only talked to her a little bit. She seems pretty sharp. My lawyers
supplied me with a dossier on her," John said, skirting the question.
He picked it out of his briefcase and read off the first part, leaving
out her personal relationships.

"Pretty impressive, for a woman," Cindy replied.

"Pretty impressive for anybody," John said.

"Second Skin?" Theresa asked again, bewildered.

"Yes, Second Skin. You remember? The fashion business? Custom clothing.
You and Cindy have been working on it for months now," John chuckled.

"Oh.... You mean it's really going to happen?" Theresa asked. John
looked at her a moment. Cindy too.

"Yes, dear. It's really going to happen. That's why I went to San
Francisco. If I can schedule Sheila in to work with you, she'll make it
happen faster. So far she's only going to consult with you. Look things
over. Meet you two and look over your designs. I've been told she
understands business fashion very well. A friend of hers runs a large
fashion house in San Francisco. She's helped her grow quite a bit and
has been to fashion shows all over the world," John said.

"Why not just hire her?" Cindy said, "If she's that talented?"

"That, my dears, will be up to you. It's going to be *your* company.
You have to decide who you want to run things for you. And she's not
going to come cheap, But I can tell you this, if she's really as good
as presented, she'd be worth it," John said.

"Is it safe for her to come here?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... Safe enough. She'll sign a non-disclosure statement before you
show her anything. That will include anything about the entire silo in
the fine print. Besides, I think that you two can both pass for
eighteen easily enough," John said.

"But what if we don't like her? You'll be gone," Cindy asked.

"Then send her packing. Just call up the helicopter to come get her,"
John replied.

"But why schedule her while you're gone? Don't you want to meet her?"
Theresa asked.

"One, I want to get a head start on things. I have to meet with the
people in New York to get an idea of the world you'll be working with.
They've scheduled me already. Sheila indicated that she would probably
only be available around the same time. But actually, second, I don't
*want* to be here. I want you two to meet with her by yourselves. You
need the experience. This is your company, not mine. What you have to
say to each other doesn't concern me, or much interest me," John said,
again skirting the fact he'd already met her.

"Do you think we're ready?" Cindy asked.

"I think it's time you found out," John replied. Theresa nodded. Then
Cindy. "Now, my pretties. I'd like a little snack. Then, if either or
both of you are willing..... I've missed you both very much," John
said.

"I'll make the snack. Theresa can get a head start on the later
stuff... I think you'll find both of us more than willing," Cindy said,
bending to kiss him deeply. On the way out she did the same to Theresa,
winking at her. Theresa moved to John's lap. Kissing him deeply. He let
his hands caress her body underneath the kimono. The thin material of
her top clinging to every goose bump around her nipples as they
responded to his touch. He nibbled softly on her earlobes around the
pearl ear rings. Her fingers traced inside his robe and over his chest.

In a single movement John stood, holding Theresa in his arms. He
carried her all the way to the bedroom. She trembled in his arms as he
walked. He lay her softly on the bed and then bent to pull her tight
pink shorts off. Her body suit presenting no hindrance to him, he left
it for now. He disrobed looking down at her. The quartz pendant laying
on a black field between her breasts, shinning like a star. The pearls
like rows of shining planets lined up in orbit around her neck. Her
golden hair merged with the gold threads of the kimono. A star burst
above the small damp patch between her legs.

John climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. She rolled over on top of
him. She kissed him deeply. Her body trembling with desire. His hands
exploring her freely. She kissed him once more and then rolled off. She
stood above the bed and removed the kimono, laying it gently over a
chair. Then she unfastened her body suit and peeled it off like a
banana peel. Slowly revealing her lightly tanned, soft skin.

John looked up at her, clad now in only jewelry. The pearls hanging
like a frame around the amber pendant. She removed her pearls, and
guided the string between her legs. Pulling it through her labia lips
one shiny sphere at a time. Then she wrapped it around John's penis and
pulled it off several times. Letting each sphere slide over the
enlarged glans. Then she put the pearls back around her neck. She knelt
on the bed and bent her head over John's member. Softly kissing it with
the tip of her lips. Tasting the slight flavoring of her own
discharges. A single clear shiny drop appeared at the head of his
penis. She ran her tongue over the end to capture it.

John groaned softly. He was already hard as a rock. Theresa continued
to softly kiss every inch of his manhood. Nibbling softly with her
lips. Finally to the end once more she slowly sucked it into her mouth.
Feeling it throb from the blood gorging through it. She flicked the end
of her tongue around the end and then made a long slow swipe with her
whole tongue before working it back into her mouth. Slowly, bobbing her
head a bit, she worked it inwards. John felt it strike the back of her
throat and then the constriction upon the end as she worked it down her
throat until her lips seated against the base. Then she made a
swallowing motion with her throat that stroked the end with the slick
soft surface in her throat.

John fought the urge to ejaculate. The pressure in his testicles
demanding release. After as much as he could take he gently lifted
Theresa's head. She licked and sucked all the way off. Then she moved
her hips over his. She bent forward and kissed him deeply, her tongue
chasing his and sliding under it. He hand positioning the head of his
manhood against her opening. She held it in the groove between the lips
of her labia as she moved her hips up and down. Then changing the angle
a little bit, guided it inside. She slowly sat back, engulfing him a
slow inch at a time.

She remembered the first time she had done this. John, in some dream,
his manhood proud and firm before him. It had felt the largest thing
she had ever felt inside her. Now she reveled in the feeling as her
tight vagina engulfed him. She continued to lower herself until she
felt him seat against her cervix. Then lower still, feeling the wave of
sexual energy surging through her body as her vagina fought to stretch
to accommodate him. Her body convulsed hard and she cried out, falling
forward atop him. Sobbing.

John caressed her body as he began to lift his hips to stroke inside
her. She felt incredibly tight. The silky texture of her vagina sliding
over his glans. He felt her tender body atop him. His hands playing
over her breasts as he picked up speed. Theresa already gasping for
breath, tears flowing freely from her eyes. John struck bottom and
again Theresa's body convulsed hard, the breath driven from her lungs
in a cry. She began to lose rhythm as her hips thrashed about on their
own. Without losing a stroke, John rolled them over until he was atop
her. Lifting her legs up he began to stroke in earnest.

"Now that is a lovely sight," Cindy said. A tray of sandwiches and
coffee in her hands.

"Join us?" John asked, over his shoulder.

"No... she gets you all to herself...now. So that I get you all to
myself, later," Cindy said.

"That's ......... Fair......" John groaned.

"Don't talk.... You just keep your mind on that lovely creature.... I'm
just gonna watch.... If that's okay?" Cindy said. John shot her a grin
and a nod, then refocused himself on Theresa. Just knowing her friend
was watching sent Theresa over the edge once more. Her hips thrashing
upwards wildly. A cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Just about then
John felt the tingling on the back of his neck and a burning at the
base of his testicles. John drove down with his last strokes, a groan
leaving his lungs as his hips spasmed and he shot his seed into the
young blonde. Theresa felt a sudden warm feeling deep inside her.
Knowing it was John's semen, her body convulsed once more. Then they
were still. Lying together as their sweat mingled.

"Not bad for an old fart," Cindy said, sitting on the bed and caressing
the breathless pair. Theresa grabbed her hand and squeezed it fiercely.
Cindy bent and kissed her softly. Then her lips moved to kiss John on
the cheek. His hand sought hers out and he squeezed it too. Finally,
John rolled off to the side. "Something to recharge your batteries?"
Cindy inquired, handing him a mug of coffee. John nodded.

"Thanks darling.... I need it after this comely wench," John said,
caressing Theresa's backside. Theresa had rolled over and now stretched
luxuriously like a cat. Her hand catching John's and holding it against
her buttock. She fairly purred.

"Methinks she likes it," Cindy chuckled, "Methinks I do too," she
finished softly.

"Well.... feed me some of those sandwiches, and I'll see what I can
do," John said, tracing his fingers across Cindy's cheek. Theresa
rolled over again, trapping John's hand beneath her.

"Me too, please," she asked. Cindy chuckled. She kissed the two of them
and then brought the tray over. This time she flipped up one of the
side trays John had installed. Theresa flipped up the one on her side
of the bed as Cindy handed her a cup of coffee.

"They work well, John. Nice addition," Cindy said, passing Theresa a
sandwich..

"Thanks... So.... tell me all about *your* week," John said.

"Oh John, she was like a vixen in heat. Hardly let me alone a minute,"
Theresa chuckled.

"Me!? What about you? Good god woman. I never saw so much lust in my
life," Cindy replied.

"So you had a good week," John chuckled.

"Mostly..... I guess we went pretty nuts. .... We had sort of.... a
honeymoon," Cindy said, softly. Blushing.

"It was wonderful," Theresa said, smiling.

"Glad you enjoyed yourselves while I was gone.." John said. Cindy
casually stripped off her clothes and crawled in between them. Then
reached for a mug of coffee. Theresa snuggled to her side as she
snuggled to John's.

"Yes, we did.....," she finally replied. "I never realized we had all
that pent-up inside us.... I guess it was just..... Well, before
Theresa and I never had a safe place to go to make love. Almost every
time we almost got caught. Then when I came here... well, you gave us
freedom... and understanding.... but, well ... It's the first time
we've ever had *total* freedom. We could run around nude and play grab
ass and never have to worry if we were offending or bothering anyone,"
Cindy concluded. Theresa nodded her agreement, munching on a sandwich.

"I know... I don't take it personal. When people see each other every
day, things build up between them. Things they don't even realize.
Everybody needs a break, even from their dearest loved ones. Which you
two definitely are. While I was gone I realized how much I loved little
things that you girls do. You have a quirky little way of tossing your
hair. Theresa has this little sensual smile. Those are the things I
missed most," John said. Cindy kissed him on the cheek and snuggled
closer.

"We had a wonderful time... but we're glad you're back," she said.

"Ditto," said Theresa, sipping her coffee.

"I'm sorry you have to leave again so soon.... I don't know about this
Sheila thing," Cindy said.

"You'll do fine. I have the utmost confidence in you," John said.

"How do you think we should play it?" Cindy asked.

"Just be honest. Show her your ideas. Show her how the system works.
Design some clothes for her. Let her design some for herself. Model
your outfits for her," John suggested.

"You mean... scan her!?" Theresa asked.

"Why not? Isn't that what you propose doing for every customer?" John
asked.

"Well.... yes. But god, that scanning makes you hot. What do we do
about that?" Cindy asked.

"If she appeals to you, indulge yourself. If not, give her time alone
afterwards. Suggest she take a nap or something," John said.

"You wouldn't mind... if we...?" Theresa asked, blushing.

"No, of course not. Girls, I love both of you to death. I feel secure
enough in your love for me to know that you enjoying yourselves with
another person.... especially female... won't affect our relationship.
It might bother me a bit if it was a man. But mostly because of the
possible repercussions. Like pregnancy or disease. The three of us have
been kind of spoiled in that. We make love without having to worry
about such things, since my vasectomy. And because we all have been
together for this length of time we don't have to worry about disease."

"But other than that, you wouldn't mind us making love with others?"
Cindy asked.

"No, not really. I actually expect it before too long. I certainly
don't expect you to remain celibate while you're off to college. I
expect Theresa will find a husband. That sort of includes sex," John
chuckled. Cindy nodded against his chest.

"Theresa and I talked a bit about it while you were gone. We thought
about how we would feel if you met some little cutie in San Francisco.
We decided we wouldn't mind.....much," she said.

"Now you tell me!" John teased.

"Why? Did you meet somebody?" Theresa asked, a little alarmed.

"I met lots of somebodies.... Legal secretaries in big law offices are
usually very attractive and have a convenient interest in clients they
know to be wealthy... but no. Mostly I just thought about getting back
to you two," John said, caressing Cindy's breast.

"Hmmm, we didn't think about gold diggers.... " Cindy said.

"I think I'm gonna take a swim. So John can have his desert in
peace..." Theresa said, kissing Cindy on the cheek and climbing off the
bed.

"Don't want to watch?" Cindy asked.

"Maybe later. Have fun," Theresa chuckled. She kissed John deeply.
"Thanks... I needed that," she said. He nodded. Theresa opened the trap
door and dropped out of sight. A scant moment later a splash was heard.

"Damn handy, that," Cindy said.

"Yeah, I like it too. I just worry a bit that one of us is going to
land on one of them floating chairs though," John said.

"Why not tether them to the sides? So that they can't drift under the
hatch. It's fairly well centered," Cindy suggested.

"Good idea. Have to get some nylon rope......." John said. "You know,
all in all I'm quite pleased with how the silo's turned out."

"It's great, John. You've done a wonderful job...... You know... this
Sheila person will be the first outsider to see it....since me. It
should be fun showing her around," Cindy said.

"It was fun watching your face," John said, "When we pulled up outside
you looked sorta panicked. When we came inside your jaw kind of
dropped. Starting with the elevator and then the kitchen," John
chuckled.

"I *was* sorta panicked. Some old man had hauled me out into the middle
of nowhere. Then he wanted to show me his dungeon. I had visions of
never getting out again," Cindy chuckled, playing her fingertips over
his chest. "God, I was shocked. It was a mansion. My whole family's
house was just barely bigger than the gym," Cindy said.

"You don't talk about them much.... want to?" John asked, softly.

"Oh.... not really. I'm just glad to be out..... and with someone I
love," Cindy said, snuggling to him.

"Okay, love. Just so you know you can... I think you may want to talk
about it sometime with somebody though. Don't keep it bottled up
inside. That just turns a person bitter," John said.

"No... I'm not bitter.... really. Being around Theresa has helped me a
lot. We shared much the same kind of life. Basically we became sex toys
for our parents whenever they'd drink. Then they'd feel guilty and take
it out on us by beating us up. My dad would anyway. My mom would go off
and cry," Cindy said, shivering. John pulled her close and held her.
Tears ran from her eyes and over his chest. He just held her and let
her sob. Knowing the release it was giving her.

After a time she lifted her head up and he kissed her softly. She moved
atop him. His hands caressed her breasts and sides. Their passion grew
and they made love face to face, eyes open. Her body convulsing harder
atop him than usual as she felt her love for him grow even stronger.
Then she lay atop him quivering and he caressed her until he was ready
once more, never leaving her. They continued to make tender love for
the next hour or so. Finally exhausted, they lay together caressing
each other. Together they slipped into a pleasant, languid sleep.

"Hey, sleepy heads! Dinner is served. Dress casual cause those crabs
are kind of messy," Theresa roused them some hours later. Cindy was
snuggled to John's side. She grasped Theresa's hand and pulled her into
a kiss.

"Thanks, love... for everything.." she told her friend. Theresa grinned
fiercely at her. Then kissed John, who tried to pull her into bed with
them.

"Oh, no. Dinner's ready now! Get your cute asses up and packaged,"
Theresa chuckled, pulling away.

"No time for a shower?" Cindy asked.

"Make it a quick one, no hanky panky," Theresa said.

"Yes, boss," Cindy said, heading into the bath.

"What fun is it being an adult if you can't hanky panky when you want?"
John asked her. She bent and kissed him, this time allowing him to pull
her to him.

"Maybe just a little hanky....while she's in the shower... but no
panky," Theresa said, kissing him.

"Okay... Love.... God, I missed you," John said, snuggling to her.

"I missed you too.... now get your butt up," she said, wiggling away
from him. John sighed and headed for the bath. "Fifteen minutes...
max!" Theresa called after him. About *twenty* minutes later Cindy and
John walked into the kitchen. Both wearing terry shorts and cotton
shirts. Looking like tennis partners. Theresa smiled at them and
motioned them to the table.

"I didn't know what else to use," Theresa motioning to John's curved
tin ships on the table.

"Perfect," said John, cutting the shell on his crab. The girls followed
his example and dug in. It was wonderful. John made a quick trip down
to the gym and pulled an appropriate bottle of white Wine to go with
the dinner. Afterwards, they all lounged around the Com room. Feeling
warm and tipsy. They snuggled together and watched a movie. Mainly
enjoying each other's company. They kissed each other from time to
time. Letting their hands roam freely to caress one another, here and
there. They lay together on a large sofa John had constructed a few
months before. Big enough for the three of them. More like a day bed
with a thickly padded, inclined headboard. One girl to either side of
John, snuggled to him.

He found himself nodding off and suggested they turn in. The girls
nodded and they headed for the bedroom, arm in arm. Once there John
used the bathroom and crawled into bed. The girls following him one at
a time. When they were all snuggled together, they sort of caressed
each other to sleep. Not needing to make love. Comfortable to just
snuggle together. John nodded off, happy. His two lovelies, one on each
side snuggled to him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 38

John called Sheila the next day. Checking that her schedule could be
open. She assured him that it would be. He gave her the name of the
helicopter service to schedule to meet her flight. If she'd fax her
schedule to him, he'd arrange to fly out earlier.

"I'd really love to see you," she said.

"I'm convinced this is the best way," John said.

"If you say so. Okay, how did it go with the girls?" Sheila asked.

"Couldn't be better," John assured her.

"Sure you want me to come?" she asked.

"Positive," he replied.

"Okay... you've got me," Sheila told him.

"Not yet, but I'm working on it," he said... hanging up. Sheila sat
staring out the window at the San Francisco skyline. The phone still in
her hand.

"Mr. Wonderful?" her secretary asked. She seemed to come around,
hanging up the phone. She nodded. "So are you going to tell me about
it, or not? How is it going?" Judy asked.

"Great. I just have to spend a week with his girlfriends, then he's
mine," Sheila said. Judy looked at her like she was insane. "No joke,"
Sheila told her, "they're going to be my bosses. I'll get to ride herd
over two over-sexed, adorable young women who worship him and don't
have a clue about business."

"You want to do this on purpose?" Judy asked, stepping behind her and
rubbing her shoulders.

"Fact is that I'm itching in my britches to get started," Sheila mused.

"Maybe I could cure that itchy part," Judy said, her hands roaming down
Sheila's chest.

"How about tonight?" Sheila said, heading off Judy's advance with her
hands.

"As you wish... " Judy said, sashaying out of the office.

"Just a sec. I need you to re-schedule my appointments for week from
next. Better squeeze them in next week. I'm not so sure I'll be back,"
Sheila told her.

"You got it. I think you're crazy," Judy said.

"Crazy like a fox," Sheila told her, turning to her work. She knew that
Judy was more than a bit envious and downright curious, but she wasn't
about to tell her more.... It would be........ unethical. Unethical...
The word hung in her mind, startling her. It made her want to run and
hide...... "Oh, no. This is your shot at the brass ring....only it's
golden. Don't you dare blow it just because you're scared," she said to
herself, trembling a bit.

"Did you say something?" asked Judy, sticking her head in the door.
Sheila shook her head.

"No, but while you're here, get me my travel agent," Sheila said.

"Coming right up," Judy said, ducking out the door again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 39

The time went quickly for all parties involved. Too quickly. Cindy and
Theresa got a little moody. It wasn't from their periods, which came
and went in the interim. It was that they didn't want John to go away
so soon. Especially while leaving them with meeting and dealing with an
unknown person. John didn't want to be away from any of them, but
couldn't think of any way to pull it off otherwise. One look at Sheila
while John was around, and he was convinced they would sour on her.

Sheila ran around like a mad woman, fitting needed consultations in
where there was no room. Trying to basically wrap up her business with
the firm she was with. The closer the time got, the more scared she
got. She was a bundle of nerves by the time for her flight came around.

John had all his bags packed. What he needed anyway. He loaded his
laptop up with all sorts of files to amuse him on what would
essentially be a vacation. He would be meeting with some fashion
houses, but mainly just to get a feel for things. Ostensibly the
meetings were for an article about the fashion industry. John was
presented as a free lance writer. He could pull that off.

When the morning rolled around for John to leave, the girls tearfully
kissed him good-by. The previous evening they had first almost raped
him, then snuggled like kittens. Each almost fighting for another inch
of skin in their snuggles. Hugging hard and kissing hard. Then soft and
quivery. He left them in the entryway. Kissing and hugging each and
reassuring them that things would be fine. Wishing he could be certain
that they would.

Sheila packed up what she thought she would need. She added a string
bikini -even though it was winter- as John had told her he had an
indoor pool and hot tub. She took her laptop and the notes the lawyers
had forwarded to her. She would be traveling in a business suit, and
had a second in a wardrobe. Add her makeup case and toiletries and she
was still traveling light. A helicopter was waiting for her as her
flight landed. She was given the VIP treatment, which she thought was a
nice touch. She would almost pass John on her way to the silo. She was
booked on a different helicopter service than John used. In the air the
pilot inquired as to hints to get to their destination.

"I hope you know, I don't have a clue," Sheila said.

"We'll get there just fine. I've got a GPS receiver on board. I just
wondered if you knew of any visual clues to help."

"You might watch for thirty miles of dirt road dead ending in a fenced
compound," Sheila told him.

"Thanks, that will help," said the pilot.

John's helicopter lifted off and the girls watched it recede. Then
headed down to get properly dressed to greet Sheila. Cindy doing a last
minute walk through of the silo to be certain that the place looked
perfect..... It did. A palatial mansion.... underground.

The thump thump sound alerted the girls to suit up. They kissed each
other briefly and held hands for a moment, then headed out to greet
their guest. The girls waited off to the side of the roof as the
helicopter set down. The pilot circling once to check out the pad. It
was clean, and definitely sturdy. An old silo roof, he thought. Two
girls waiting safely off to one side, dressed in snowmobile suits and
stocking caps. They looked young.... but not all that young. The pilot
wondered what it was all about, but didn't ask. The woman in the back
was strictly business... she fairly oozed with a style and class that
said: MONEY! He set down softly, keeping his eye on a windsock someone
had generously provided just far enough off the pad to avoid the
immediate prop wash. Mainly it had just provided wind direction for a
smooth approach.

He shut down to help with the baggage, but Sheila thanked him and
climbed out. She pulled her bags out of the baggage compartment and
carted them to the edge of the pad. One of the girls sprang up onto the
pad and ran in for a last bag. The pilot keeping a wary eye on her to
see she didn't get by the tail rotor. The three of them moved off the
pad and the business lady waved him off. He brought the still turning
rotors back up to speed, checked with air traffic and lifted off.
Tilting the copter, he quickly headed off.

"You must be Sheila... Hi, I'm Cindy and this is Theresa." Sheila
shivered visibly. She had on a light parka, but with the chilling wind
from the helicopter she was inadequately dressed. Only a light scarf
over her hair. She shook the girls' gloved hands and looked around a
bit worried. The compound looked bleak in its covering of winter snow.
A few small outbuildings and a shoveled path to a concrete covered
stairway.

"You must be freezing," Theresa said, "Come on. It gets much nicer and
warmer inside." The girls each grabbed a bag and led Sheila down a few
steps, through a large metal doorway kind of like seen on a ship in a
war movie. Then it was much warmer as they descended a few additional
steps. There, she encountered a sort of mud room. Rows of hooks for
clothing, some filled with heavy coats. Oddly, two pairs of shorts and
two halter tops hung from two of them. The girls pulled off their hats
and unzipped their suits and shrugged out of them. Sheila almost
gasping at how pretty and well built the two of them were. She pulled
off her parka and Cindy hung it on a hook. Taking off her scarf, she
retained it.

"That's better. We can hear each other now," Cindy said, "Welcome to
our home. Let's get you something warm to drink... or something strong,
or both. Then we'll give you the grand tour."

"That would be great," Sheila said, admiring Cindy's take charge
attitude. Theresa considered her more thoughtfully. John had said she
was more instinctive and emotional. Sheila tried to keep a happy,
reassuring presence about her. Both girls wore matching body suits and
short skirts. The body suits were spectacular. A gradual changing hue
like a sunset. From dark indigo through crimson red to a pleasing warm
gold. The skirts blending perfectly at the waist and continued the
transition from gold to silver white on the hem. This was continued
down their smooth muscular legs with silver threaded stockings. But not
like anything she had seen before. The upper body suits hugged their
every shapely curve. Their nipples clearly discernible and erect atop
high firm breasts.

They were gorgeous. Sheila felt a flush of desire and a large amount of
doubt. She trembled a bit, grateful for the chill to cover her fragile
state. Cindy led her down the concrete corridor that wrapped around
itself back towards the entrance to an elevator. In the elevator she
pressed a button. A long row of them belying the sparse nature of the
entryway. The door opened to a small room, with hatches on either side
and around the corner past a stairwell to a rather smallish archway
opening into a larger area.

Sheila was dumb struck when she entered the kitchen - dining room.
Never had she seen such a functional, lovely kitchen. Everything was
laid out perfectly. Few steps between the sink, stove and counters. A
large pedestal counter in the middle contained an additional sink,
range top, smokeless grill and a smaller refrigerator. Butcher block
chopping boards were inset into counters at several locations. You
could prepare a snack for two or a feast for fifty easily in that
kitchen. A row of appliances lined a long deep counter. Pull out pantry
shelves held canned goods and binned basics. A wonderful aroma filled
the kitchen. A large pot on the stove bubbled quietly. Sheila lifted
the lid and looked in, the aroma making her mouth water.

"Cream of Artichoke.... Needs to simmer another hour or so. Are you
hungry?" Cindy said.

"No... I ate on the plane, but it smells wonderful," Sheila said. Cindy
motioned her to a chair. Set around a large trestle table with longer
overhangs than usual. You could hold a dinner party for twenty, or an
intimate dinner for two. The chairs were large, padded and comfortable.
With swivel bases and wheels. A beautiful rainbow effect lit one wall.
Cindy moved to a large, well stocked wet bar on the other side as she
sat. She poured some brandy in a small snifter and then nuked it in a
microwave for a few seconds, warming it.

"John said to give you this, even if you didn't drink it," Cindy said,
setting it before her, "Now what would you really like? Coffee? Hot
Chocolate? A beer?" she asked.

"Coffee, please.... black," Sheila said.

"You and John should get along well," Cindy mused.

"This John of yours sounds intriguing," Sheila said, not dishonestly.

"He has his moments. Really, he's a dear," Theresa said.

"I love those outfits. They're incredible! Where did you get them?"
Sheila said, picking up the snifter. She sniffed a bit and then took a
tentative swallow. The warm liquid at first burning... but then warming
her whole insides. Her body involuntarily relaxed. She silently thanked
John.

"Oh... Cindy and I were fooling around a bit last night. We thought
they might be fun so we whipped them out," Theresa said.

"*You* made those? *Last* night!?" Sheila asked, incredulously.

"Sure, nothing to it," Cindy said, setting a large mug of French roast
before her and a doctored one in front of Theresa.

"But that's incredible. It would take the best fashion house a month to
duplicate them. If they could," Sheila said. Theresa stood to model her
outfit. Turning slowly. Then she lifted the hem to show Sheila that the
coloration of the body suit extended beneath the skirt. Following her
sensual curves. The stockings seemed to merge with the body suit in an
almost invisible seam. The colors were consistently smooth between the
body suit, the stockings and the skirt. Sheila felt herself flush a bit
at the sight of the clearly defined *W* of Theresa's labia. Yet the
suit didn't seem tight. It just fit!

"Outstanding. How is it done?" Sheila asked. Cindy returned to the
table with her own coffee cup and a small sheaf of papers.

"If you'll just sign this, we'll show you," she said, handing the
papers over. Sheila quickly scanned the pages. Not missing a single
word, nor implication. It was a non-disclosure agreement. Not
obligating Sheila to anything but her silence... about *everything*.
She signed happily and Cindy and Theresa witnessed it and noted the
time. Sheila was aware that her signing would also be recorded on
video. That didn't bother her in the least. Nor would she give the
girls any hint that she knew. They didn't seem to be uncomfortable, and
Sheila knew they knew. She dismissed the thought.

"Great, that gets the mumbo jumbo out of the way. John said not to talk
business till you'd seen the silo and settled in. Then he gives me that
and says hit you with it first thing," Cindy said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't mind. It just says that I can't tell anybody what I see. I
wouldn't anyway, but I don't mind making it legally binding," Sheila
said.

"You understand that mumbo jumbo?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... not as good as the guys who wrote that," Sheila replied,
honestly.

"How do you know it was a guy who wrote it?" Cindy asked.

"That was prepared by at least a senior partner. I know the law firm
John deals with. That's how I got recommended for this. I also know
they don't have any female senior partners," Sheila explained, easily.

"Oh... makes sense," Cindy mused.

"I just love your kitchen. It's so cozy, yet functional," Sheila said,
looking around.

"Yeah, I put in a few ideas. Helped with the woodworking too," Theresa
bragged.

"You built this?" Sheila asked.

"Mostly John, but I helped him," Theresa beamed.

"This John seems like a very talented fellow," Sheila mused.

"*That* he is... " Cindy said, smiling to herself. 'I'll bet!' Sheila
thought to herself, 'Keeping you two gorgeous critters happy.... *Very*
talented.' She looked forward to finding out for herself.

"So how long have you two been here?" Sheila asked, aloud.

"Theresa just a year, myself a few months after that," Cindy replied.
Sheila downed the last of the snifter. A warm glow easing her tension.
She was genuinely thankful to John for the thought. But she declined a
second one when Cindy offered. The girls asked her about her work and
she fell into auto-mode as she explained what she did and her history.
The girls gaining respect for her accomplishments and feeling
camaraderie with her uphill battle in a male dominated world. They
chatted freely over the coffee and even a second cup. Getting to know
one another. The girls fell just short of trusting Sheila with details
of their previous home lives. But they were fast becoming friends.

'She's lovely...and adorable,' thought Theresa, observing how the lines
of her clothing defined her form. 'and very sexy.....' she thought,
flushing a bit.

Cindy said, "Well, let's get you settled in and give you the tour
afterwards." Sheila followed her, each girl taking a bag, Sheila her
small briefcase. They first stopped at the guest room to drop off the
bags. Each girl excused herself, Theresa to finish preparing lunch and
Cindy, ostensibly to check the Com room for word of John's safe arrival
in New York. Saying she would be back in a half hour. Sheila realized
that they were graciously providing her with privacy to deal with
several mugs of coffee or anything else. She was grateful and impressed
with their grace. The guest room was incredible. A large comfortable
bed. Ample storage. Cindy even showed her a phone jack for her laptop
that John had run in for her.

There was a private bath with spacious shower and tub. Elegantly
furnished throughout, while practical in design. She poked her head
around the corner into a large, functional laundry room off to the side
with a separate entrance off the end. A thought crossed Sheila's mind
as she used the toilet. Knowing she was being recorded. She smiled to
herself. She didn't mind. She found the idea somehow... sexy. The girls
had helped foster that mood. They were incredible. Her mouth watered
considering either one of them.

She freshened up and checked her hair and what little makeup she wore.
She changed her travel shoes for more comfortable ones. Still
coordinated with her suit. Shoes? That was it. The only item of the
girls' wardrobe that appeared store bought, and uncomfortable. Sheila
made a note on her laptop to obtain the girls' sizes and send them some
comfortable, fashionable shoes. Any little gesture to win their
approval might help.

Cindy tapped lightly on the door. Sheila closed the laptop and joined
her for the tour. She spent much of her time with her mouth open. From
the solarium on down. Cindy rolled back the roof and let the sun in to
show her. Pointing out the red night lights that facilitated night
viewing. The wind blew a cloud of crystals over the clear ceiling and
Sheila shivered a bit, realizing the temperature just the other side of
the optically clear Lexan.

The workshop was obviously a guy thing. But Cindy pointed out the winch
and explained the trap door system on each floor. Sheila nodded. The
Com room was wonderful. Spacious, functional and comfortable. Computers
lined one wall along with printers and three separate work areas. Well
lit. A large screen television on another surrounded by electronics;
Recorders, stereo equipment, surround sound and satellite controls.
Sofa's, chairs and tables filled out the rest of the room without
seeming crowded.

The gym and hot tub were nice. Latest exercise equipment. Separate bath
and kitchen. A well stocked unheated wine cellar, a cool constant 56
degrees year round. Cindy explained how it had been used as an
apartment while John worked on the rest of the silo. The *apartment*
was much larger than Sheila's back in San Francisco. The pool was
incredible. Extending under a deck which surrounded three sides in a
horseshoe shape. Tethered floating chairs stationed around the pool.
Ten feet deep throughout, but underwater platforms by one edge of the
deck stepped up to just wading depth. Clearly visible underneath the
water so that no-one would be tempted to dive into them. Along the
slatted redwood deck, were comfortable chaise lounges. A patio table
and resin chairs and a variety of heat and sun lamps over the chaises.
A stereo system would pipe a variety of listenable music over a high
quality, waterproof system. A rainbow splayed over one wall in vivid
colors. Cindy explained the tracking mirror system.

The master bedroom floored Sheila. The bed was huge. But practical.
Sturdy folding trays would swing in from either side. A large padded
inclined headboard with shelves behind it. A sofa on one wall and a few
easy chairs. Over the bed a large television monitor built into a
hardwood valence also enclosing mirror tiles over the bed. Sheila
flushed a bit at the thought of what they had reflected. A giant
wardrobe divided in three and a lavish bath with a giant shower
finished off the floor. There was a double sink on the wide vanity
which was well lit. Partially private toilet and even a bidet. On the
way out Cindy showed her the trap door to the pool. Sheila flipped over
the idea.

A quick stop on an unfinished floor to give Sheila the idea of what
they had started with. They had several available. Just sitting open
and unused. Sheila found the vast spaciousness of the silo staggering.
She suggested turning one floor into a green house. Using grow lights
and hydroponics to grow vegetables all year and breed indoor plants for
the rest of the silo.

"What a great idea!" Cindy enthused, "Yeah, a bit of greenery would
help the place a lot." The library was well stocked and a comfortable
place to work. Three desks with ergonomic chairs like the ones in the
Com room. Another rainbow arched over a mural of a mountain meadow on
one wall. A very pleasant place to work. Sheila thought. They descended
the stairs down to the new unfinished Com room. They headed for the
kitchen where Theresa had lunch ready.

A fabulous salad, complete with fresh ground pepper. A modest non-
invasive wine. Incredible cream of artichoke soup accompanied with an
assortment of small sandwiches and fresh baked breadsticks. Followed by
fresh coffee. Theresa was an excellent cook. Sheila wondered longingly
about her other talents. Over lunch Sheila raved about the silo. The
girls each told her about which portions they had worked on. Cindy
relayed Sheila's idea for an indoor greenhouse and Theresa went wild
over it.

"And now... what you came for," Cindy said, standing.

"As rooms go, it's not so spectacular," Theresa said.

"It's what's in it that counts," Cindy said, leading them to the
Laboratory. As furnishings went, no, the room was fairly barren, but
large. Several work tables lined one curved wall. A sofa on the other
side. Along the curve hung.... Sheila almost gasped. Her mind had told
her, 'People!, bodies!' There were five of the realest looking
mannequins Sheila had ever seen. They were facing the wall. One, the
male, had on a pair of shorts. The others, Sheila realized were
slightly different versions of the two girls with her. She fought not
to look too closely at the extremely shapely and *real* looking
posteriors.

The girls caught her gaze and blushed a bit. Their shapely asses
hanging clearly defined down to the freckle before this new person, who
was obviously affected by them and herself becoming more desirable by
the minute. Thankfully Sheila turned her gaze to the scanner table and
casting tank.

"This is where it happens," Cindy said, a bit hoarsely. She had been
unprepared for Sheila's obvious reaction to their images. She felt
flush and a bit quivery inside. She felt a slight dampness begin
between her thighs. She strove on. Explaining the scanning process to
Sheila, who was aghast at the whole process. Nodding in understanding
as Cindy explained each step. Cindy blushed as she called up her image,
portrayed down to the shading of her pubic hair. Sheila flushed
unconsciously. Cindy quickly selected some images to map over the
surface. A simple geometric pattern. She selected light source
direction and turned the computer loose on it. It gratefully didn't
take long to map the image over her body.

"And how do you produce the actual fashion?" Sheila asked... a bit
hoarse herself.

"Why don't we show you?" Theresa said.

"Really? I can watch?" Sheila asked.

"Of course," Cindy said, trying not to glare at Theresa. An idea struck
her. "Here. I'll call in Theresa's image and you can select an image
yourself. Then we'll make it for you," Cindy said, smiling smugly at
Theresa, who blushed and glared at her. Sheila moved to the controls.
The nude image of Theresa clearly defined before her down to the goose
bumps if there'd been any. She experimented, rotating the image. When
she spun the view over the top and then beneath, Theresa blushed a
crimson red. Sheila quickly changed the view, flushing herself with
desire for the image mapped out so real before her. She began to view
images.

Landscapes, geometric patterns, faces of famous people. Astronomical
images. Theresa was grateful for the break away from her vivid image.
She too had noted Sheila's reaction to it. She wasn't so sure her own
desires ran contrary to it. This soon in their relationship however, it
was uncomfortable. As if intimacy were thrust upon them. Sheila picked
an astrological photo of the ring nebula for the front, mapping the
image centered upon Theresa's navel. Cindy let her. But made note that
the lower portion of the image would be obscured by pants or skirt. She
pulled in an image of white shorts to show her.

"That's not too bad anyway. The ring rises inside one hip bone and sets
just inside the other," Sheila said.

"But leaves the top of the outfit fairly barren. How about.... I know.
An exploding star on this shoulder," Cindy suggested, calling in a
Hubble shot of Eta-Carena.

"That's incredible. It will really look like that?" Sheila enthused.

"EXACTLY like that," Cindy said, "but let's rotate it and see what it
looks like from different angles." They rotated the image and it looked
great from most any angle. Even the top. A burning cauldron of fiery
gasses mapped down over the mound of one of Theresa's lovely breasts.
Sheila selected a well known image of Albert Einstein for the back.
Then added "E=MC2" off to one side, at an angle. Cindy took and
expanded the text and mapped it around the body, the "=" sign tracing
just under Theresa's ribs.

"That's great. Let's do that," Sheila suggested.

"Come on Theresa, help me with your Doppelganger," Cindy said. Theresa
helped her lift her twin down and mount it in the casting table.
Blushing crimson red the whole time. Sheila watching closely and
flushing red herself at the mirror image of the lovely blonde. The
nipples clearly defined down to the nubbin and even accurately shaded
in all respects. She couldn't help but notice how real... and desirable
the whole body was detailed. The girls added thin oiled tissue paper,
Cindy explaining how it kept the clothing from bonding to the
mannequin. Sheila watched very closely, much to Theresa's discomfort.

Theresa was more than a little damp herself. Sheila was a very
desirable woman. In some ways like she wished her own mother was. She
found herself imagining what it would feel like to hug her.... flushing
strongly over the thought. Cindy carefully covering the folds of her
mannequin's labia didn't help her discomfort at all. Cindy finished up
and moved to the computer. Showing Sheila how they selected a material
type for the outfit.

"We're working on cotton-polyester blends and a new composite memory
fiber John heard about. This outfit I have on actually regulates
temperature. When I'm too hot the fabric sucks in heat and stores it as
twist in the fiber, kind of like a spring. Then when I get too cold the
twist unwinds and gives the stored energy back as heat. I could
actually go outside in this and be comfortable for a short while,"
Cindy explained. Sheila's mouth hung open. Cindy gently lifted her
fingers under Sheila's jaw, closing it. Chuckling. The touch of Cindy's
fingers were like an electric shock to Sheila. She felt a sudden
dampness of her own.... on top of what she already felt. She thought
she must be dripping by now.

"I know. I find it pretty incredible myself. I'm just used to it by
now," Cindy chuckled.

"I've never gotten used to it. Living with John is like experiencing a
miracle a day," Theresa said.

"I can see that. He must be quite something to live with," Sheila said.

"He is....... You seem very understanding about that.... How.... I
mean... what do you think of... Well, I guess you've gathered how our
relationship is...pretty much obvious... Well, how do you feel about
that?" Theresa stammered out. Sheila turned to her.

She smiled at her and replied, "Well, first off I'm here on business.
Your personal relationships are not my business and should have no
bearing upon what is my business...... But beyond that..... I don't
find it the least bit objectionable... in *any* way. In fact, I'm very
envious of all of you. You seem to be very comfortable with your
relationships with each other. It's obvious that you *all* love *each*
other. I think that's terrific. A very rare and treasured thing in this
world. I'd gladly give everything I've got to be a part of something
like it..... everything! Does that answer your question?"

"Yes... and thank you for being honest and open with us. It makes it a
lot easier working with you, knowing how you feel," Theresa said.

"I can't let myself be any other way..... Perhaps working in San
Francisco has been good for me in that respect. I don't have to, nor do
I even try to... obscure my......*Inclinations*," Sheila concluded,
giving Theresa and Cindy a look that made them both flush.

"I think we all understand each other here...." Cindy replied, boldly
returning Sheila's look measure for measure until Sheila flushed and
turned to the screen.

"Yes... I think we do... Let's make this!" she said. The three of them
realized that something important had just transpired in their
relationship, but that it was best left unspoken for the moment. The
tension was too strong in the room. Starting the weaving process gave
them each a desired diversion.

Sheila watched in wonder as several of the arms on the casting table
took off. Locating key coordinates; Cindy explained. Then the actual
weaving process began. One slow fiber at a time. Pigmentation being
added as it was extruded. After a time the weaving became monotonous,
especially to the girls, who had seen it many times before. They let
Sheila watch a bit longer and then Cindy suggested they retire to the
Com room and relax while the machine did its work. Sheila nodded and
followed them out.

On the offer of a drink, she openly accepted a scotch rocks from Cindy.
John stocked Laphroaig 20 year old single malt. The rich amber liquid
smoky upon Sheila's tongue. The girls chose light beverages. Cindy a
glass of wine and Theresa a peach malt cooler. Cindy put on some easy
listening music and they all settled into easy chairs. A moment later
the phone rang.

"Hi ya, hot buns," Cindy said, answering the phone.

"Not in New York.. it's winter here, you know," John said.

"Winter here too, but all our buns are warm," Cindy replied.

"Find out so fast?" John asked.

"Naw, not what you're asking," Cindy replied.

"So she's in earshot?" John asked.

"Yup."

"So how did the day go?" John asked.

"Very good. The spinner's working on a demo outfit she designed. We
were just sitting down for a little get aquatinted. She seems to know
her stuff," Cindy said.

"So what do you think of her as a person?" John asked.

"Quite nice, actually. Just about to have a chat," Cindy replied.

"I thought you would like her.." John chuckled.

"Did you now? Why's that?" Cindy asked.

John was a little slow in answering, "Oh, she just seemed nice on the
phone. So do you and Theresa think you can work with her?"

"I'll have to let you know," Cindy replied, thinking John sounded odd
for some reason.

"Well, I just called to check in. Not much fun in New York without my
lovelies," John said.

"Well, we'll be here when you get back. Oh, before I forget. Sheila had
a great idea when we gave her the tour," Cindy said.

"What was that?" John asked.

"An indoor garden on one of the unused floors. Grow lights to
supplement the tracking mirror and hydroponics. Fresh vegetables year
round," Cindy enthused.

"Excellent idea! Will you research what we need? Try the Internet. If
you can figure out a good set up, go ahead and order it. You've got my
credit card number."

"Sure, I'll be glad to. How do we get it here?" Cindy asked.

"If it's small enough, the address for the helicopter place is on my
computer index. If you can get it shipped in time it can come in on the
same flight as me. If it's going to be too bulky, schedule it into that
truck transport place by where I got the Landcruisers done, and we'll
pick it up as soon as the road's passable for the truck. Theresa knows
which trucking company .. maybe Bonded Trucking or something like
that," John said.

"Will you be gone that long?" Cindy asked.

"Looks like I may be here the whole week. I miss you both terribly
already. Give Theresa a kiss for me. I love you," John said.

"I will, I love you too. Bye," Cindy said.

"Bye," said John. Cindy hung up the phone. Theresa looked over,
inquiring.

"John, of course. Say's he'll probably be gone the whole week. Sends
his love," Cindy said, sipping at her drink.

"Sounds like a nice guy," Sheila offered.

"Oh... he is...... Now.... tell us about you, not your business.... but
you personally," Cindy said. Telling Sheila with her eyes exactly what
she wanted to hear about.

Sheila took a big breath and began, "Well... as you've probably figured
out...I'm Bi....I have no serious relationships going at the moment. I
have two women that I see off and on as the whim hits us... More
friends, really... I guess. But passionate lovers when we're in the
mood. I was married once... I got hurt pretty badly by it..... Never
found an adequate replacement. I've always had an inclination towards
women though. Back beginning in Jr. High school... That's what
basically tore up my marriage. He couldn't handle my .... sexuality.
Even though we were fairly passionate ourselves.

"You girls don't know how lucky you are if John understands your
relationship. That's pretty rare. Most guys... even fairly open minded
ones -forget the other ones!- may say they enjoy the sight of women
together... but they don't really. They want what we call in San
Franciso 'Hot Bi Babes', who will entertain them and then worship them.
They'd never think about a long term relationship with more than one
person."

"Oh... I think Theresa and I have a pretty good idea how lucky we are.
We had our own rocky times at the first," Cindy said, glancing at
Theresa..

"Funny, it was more me than John, is what Cindy's *not* telling you,"
Theresa admitted. She moved over by Cindy and lightly played her
fingers in her hair as she spoke. "I guess I wanted it all for myself.
Cindy and I were involved before... Back home. Then I came out here and
met John. We got involved... god he fought it..... Then a few months
later I talked to Cindy... She was having some hard times..... I talked
John into letting her come here..... I guess I thought I could just
pick up our relationship where it left off, and maintain the one I had
with John without one affecting the other.... It didn't work. John and
Cindy *were* attracted to each other... which I resented... Fearing
that either of them would steal the other one from me. It took me a
long time to realize that they both cared for me first....or at least
equally. They were both sweethearts about the whole thing. They didn't
get together at all until I was finally comfortable with it," Theresa
concluded.

"We're both from abusive homes..." Cindy added in explanation, "That's
probably what got us together to start with... we shared ... common
experiences..... and not good ones," she concluded, dropping her head.

"Well... it's wonderful that you all found each other," Sheila said,
meaning it.

"I think I like you very much, Sheila." Theresa said.

"I do too.... I'm looking forward to getting to know you better," Cindy
added, a sly smile on her lips.

"I think you girls are great too. I like you both already. God, we only
met this morning and I feel like we're old friends. We're telling each
other all our secrets and it feels perfectly natural.... Yes. I think
I'm going to enjoy very much getting to know you better too," Sheila
said.... returning Cindy's sly smile and adding one to Theresa, who
blushed.

"Well... that said... Welcome to our home, Sheila," Cindy said,
standing. She squeezed Theresa's hand and then walked to where Sheila
was sitting. She bent and kissed her softly on the lips. It was more
than just a friendly welcome. Both women felt their pulses increase
measurably. Theresa's jaw dropped and she flushed.

"Thank you," Sheila said, "It's good to know I'm welcome." Squeezing
Cindy's hand warmly between both hers.

"Now, it's my night to cook. Which would you prefer; seafood, which I
suspect you get enough of back home, or a steak?" Cindy asked.

"Mmmm, steak sounds good. Medium Rare?" Sheila said, holding Cindy's
gaze as well as her hand. Cindy nodded.

"You've got it. Theresa, I leave our lovely guest in your capable,
lovely hands," she said, squeezing Sheila's grasp before slipping from
it. She walked to Theresa and openly kissed her deeply. Squeezing her
cute butt in the process and winking at her. Then she headed out of the
room. Theresa watched her leave... she felt trapped. Sheila turned to
her and addressed all her unspoken fears.

"I know... it takes time... That we've got. .... Tell me how you met
John," she said. Theresa instantly felt her affection for this woman
grow. She smiled at her and the mood lifted considerably.

"He ran over me with his car.... " Theresa began... Over the next
little while Theresa told her the whole story...how she had run away...
and why... about the cowboy in the pickup.... about how John had been
such a dear when he took her in. About how she had finally seduced
him... About what Cindy's life was like with her folks and how their
relationship had begun.... Even things she had never told John... She
felt comfortable taking about with Sheila, who listened, really
listened, without judging.

When Theresa's eyes teared up, Sheila set her drink down and held out
her hand to her. Theresa rushed into her arms and sobbed against her
like.... the mother she wanted. When Theresa finally lifted her head to
Sheila's gaze, Sheila kissed her softly... Theresa deepened the kiss
herself. Feeling her heart pounding and her desire quicken inside her.
Sheila didn't take advantage of the girl, as much as she desired to.
She just held and comforted the girl tenderly. Kissing her tears away
and feeling a great admiration and growing feeling of kinship for John.
Cindy stuck her head into the door and announced dinner. Sheila stood
and pulled Theresa to her for a big, motherly hug and a soft kiss
before she walked arm in arm with her to the kitchen.

"Did you two have a nice chat?" Cindy inquired, noticing Theresa's
bloodshot eyes.

"Very nice...." Sheila said.

"I think we should keep her around," Theresa said out of the blue. Now
Cindy looked trapped. She looked to Theresa in exasperation.

Once again Sheila addressed the fear she saw, "I think that you both
have all week to decide that and there's no need to rush things. Let's
all take the time to become comfortable with what you decide then."
Cindy looked at her grateful and nodded. But she was leaning strongly
in the direction Theresa had indicated. Dinner was wonderful. Cindy was
a good cook as well. A light dinner salad with honey lemon dressing.
Baked potato or Rice Pilaf and tender cooked baby carrots. Sheila chose
the Pilaf. Her steak was perfect. Cindy had chosen an excellent Gamay
wine to go with the meal.

Over dinner Cindy explained that fresh vegetables were one drawback of
living so far out. Sheila's idea about the hydroponics room would help
solve that. When Sheila inquired about the salad, Cindy said John had
made a special trip into town just the previous day especially for
lettuce. They had an ample supply, but that it would be wilting a bit
by the end of the week. Sheila felt really special over her treatment
and said so.

"Well, John told us that you were.... special. Business wise. I don't
think he knows just how special you really are as a person... yet,"
Cindy told her.

"Well... you've made me feel very special. I can't tell you how much
that means to me," Sheila said. She longed to tell them about her night
with John and how special she thought he was... especially now that she
had gotten to know the girls a little better... She found herself
falling in love with all of them. She pushed the thought aside and
moved the conversation to their fashion venture. She told them how
fantastic their venture was and how *big* it was likely to get. The
girls jaws dropped when she told them how much her simple business suit
was. And how much she had tied up in her work wardrobe, not counting
her social wardrobe.

"Well, how about we build you a complete wardrobe before you leave
here?" Cindy offered.

"What? Scan me?" Sheila asked, nervously.

"Why not? Isn't that what we propose doing for each of our customers?
We may as well get your input on the process. Uh... we don't need to do
a *complete* scan... unless you want a love toy... I think the standard
scan gets personal enough. In fact, I must warn you... it makes one
horny as hell!" Cindy said.

"Okay... I guess... I think I'd better see what it's like. Maybe I can
suggest ways to make it less daunting. Now?" Sheila said.

"No need to put you through that tonight. You've had quite a full day
as it is... Hot tub and wine? Scotch and video? or would you rather
just retire early for the night?" Cindy offered.

"Hot tub and wine sounds delightful," Sheila smiled. "John said you had
a pool so I brought my suit."

"Oh... we're pretty casual about that around here. You're welcome to
wear one if you'd feel more comfortable, but I figure with how real the
mannequins are that Theresa and I have no secrets from you," Cindy
said, smiling.

"Suits me fine. Lord knows I've climbed nude into hot tubs with people
I found much less attractive than you two. Kind of a California thing,"
Sheila smiled.

"How about the wine, would you like to pick one?" Theresa offered.

"Sure...another California tradition..." Sheila chuckled. They
adjourned to the gym. Theresa guiding her into the wine cellar to make
her choice. Cindy headed for the tub and began to disrobe. In the wine
room Sheila selected a bottle of Mendico County Chenin Blank that she
knew to be an excellent vintage. As she turned Theresa pulled her to
her and kissed her deeply.

"I just want you to know, that I meant what I said about keeping you
around. I know John just hired you as a consultant.. but I want you to
think about staying on to help us run things. Cindy and I don't have a
clue about business and it seems that you do... besides which, I like
you," Theresa told her. Sheila held the embrace, feeling Theresa's
nipples clearly though her clothes. Partially from the chilly room.

"I like you too, Theresa. And I'm certainly not opposed to working with
you and Cindy. But let's give ourselves the whole week to get really
comfortable with everything... Okay?" Sheila asked.

"Okay... I just wanted you to know how I felt," Theresa said.

"You feel pretty damn good to me," Sheila chuckled, breaking their
embrace. She turned and headed for the hot tub. Theresa stopped and got
a wine opener and some special high density plastic goblets that John
had gotten for around the pool and hot tub. Cindy was laying back in
the tub, her breasts just out of the water. It was a very appealing
sight.

Sheila disrobed as Theresa opened the wine. She felt no shame over her
body. She kept herself in shape. She knew from the attention she
usually got how good she really looked. It didn't bother her in the
least that Cindy observed her openly, or that Theresa did
clandestinely. She lay her suit well away from the chance of splashing.
Then nude, and Cindy thought, magnificent, she gracefully walked to the
edge of the tub.

Theresa began to disrobe and Sheila took an interest in how her outfit
was held together. A narrow Velcro like strip along the top of the
shoulders... another one in the crotch, but not near as stiff or as
thick as real Velcro. Theresa showed her the closures and then peeled
her outfit off like a banana peel. Sheila realizing just how exact the
mannequins were down to the shading around her erect nipples.

She was magnificent. Sheila handed a glass of wine to Cindy as she
crawled into the luscious hot water. She sat back in a built in seat.
There were three of them. None too far a reach from any of the others.
A small bench seat completely ringed the tub elsewhere. Sheila settled
into one of the custom seats. The hot bubbling water kneading her
travel aches away. Cindy used a remote to turn on some mellow, non-
demanding music. Sheila lay with her eyes closed, sipping the excellent
wine from time to time. She didn't mind at all when a hand touched her
leg beneath the water. She reached it and squoze it gently. Not opening
her eyes to even see whose it was. Then she lightly placed it back on
her inner thigh, just above the knee. She wasn't surprised when the
hand inched upwards.

A giggle from the other side of the pool caused Sheila to open her
eyes. Theresa was kissing Cindy deeply. The hand, to Sheila's mild
surprise, belonged to Cindy. Theresa moved off to pour more wine and
Sheila used the hand, now tickling at her shaved vulva, to pull Cindy
towards her. They met in a passionate kiss and the hand softly caressed
the bare skin and finally sought out the clitoris and stroked it
gently. Setting her wine aside, Sheila's hands moved to Cindy's firm
breasts, caressing them softly, her fingers flicking over the hard ends
lightly. Cindy giggled through the kiss. Sheila found out why when
Theresa's head surfaced between them, took a few deep breaths and dove
again. This time Sheila felt her legs pushed apart and a talented
tongue lash out at her clitoris.

Cindy moved to the side and continued to kiss Sheila deeply as her
hands moved over the older woman's large, firm breasts. Sheila's
fingers feeling under the water slid up the inside of Cindy's leg and
over her pubic area. Teasing it lightly. Her other hand played softly
behind Theresa's ear. Then Cindy, without looking reached out to a
control and felt around. She changed it and most of the pump noise went
away. Soft gentle bubbles caressed at Sheila's body while fingertips
explored it. One stream of air rising from the seat beneath her,
bubbling up over her pubic area, tickling it. She realized that Theresa
was using it to breathe when she didn't come up. Sheila lay back in
abandon to the two lovely, nubile, young women doing an excellent job
of raising her to a sexual frenzy.

Theresa seemed to know exactly how to please her. A finger found her G-
spot while another just tickled at her anus a bit. The tongue sliding
around her clitoris soon put her over the edge, her hips rising up out
of the water, Theresa's head tracking it expertly as a moaning cry
escaped Sheila's lips and her body convulsed again and again. Like
waves breaking against a shore.

Barely had the onslaught subsided when Sheila felt a different pair of
lips against hers as Theresa kissed her deeply. The two girls lifting
her to a higher step on the seat. Cindy's expert tongue now assaulted
Sheila's vulva. Her hips now out of the water, the tongue delved deep
into the crevasse between her legs. Tasting her womanhood. The only
break was when Cindy lifted her head to share her flavor with Theresa
in a deep kiss. Theresa had little chance while under the water, she
sucked hungrily at Cindy's tongue for the exotic nectar of love. Then
Cindy was back at it and Sheila tasted herself in Theresa's next
probing kiss.

Hands were everywhere on her body, caressing and teasing her. Never had
Sheila known such an onslaught of love in her life. Once again her hips
lifted high in the air as her lungs emptied themselves in a passionate
cry. Then the girls softly caressed her slowly back to reality. Kissing
her softly on the neck, nipples and inner thigh. Sheila's body glowed
from the hot water and hotter love she had experienced.

When she was finally able to sit up, she kissed Theresa deeply as she
walked her back against the side of the pool. She spread her thighs and
moved between them, catching Cindy's hand and pulling her between them
with her. She kissed Cindy deeply, holding the kiss as she bent the two
of them over Theresa's pubic mound. Then she guided Cindy's head with
hers to Theresa's clitoris. They swirled their tongues in unison on
either side of the young blonde's swollen clitoris. One hand explored
between each others ass cheeks as the other of their hands caressed
Theresa's large firm breasts.

The double assault upon Theresa's clitoris soon had her on the edge,
but Sheila knew exactly what she was doing as well. She'd work Theresa
to the very edge, and then divert Cindy's tongue into a deep kiss, the
two of them sharing Theresa's juices between them. Sheila flicking her
tongue to the side to maintain Theresa on the edge. She worked her
fingers under Cindy between her labia and one finger entered her tight
vagina while others found and caressed her clitoris. She began to work
Cindy up to Theresa's level. Performing a balancing act between them.

When she felt Cindy's body tensing, she backed off just a bit, slowly
working her to the precipice where she held Theresa so precariously
balanced. Cindy was doing her best to follow her example, probing
inside her slick vagina with two fingers. Her thumb rubbing expertly
against Sheila's clitoris. Sheila felt herself losing control. The next
time she felt Cindy tensing, she increased her attention upon her
clitoris as she bent and took a long swipe with her tongue starting at
Theresa's anus and up between her labia, deep inside her vagina,
twisting back and forth before settling in earnest upon her clitoris.

Sucking it between her lips and delivering a series of rapid side to
side flicks that toppled Theresa over the edge. She felt Cindy's vagina
suddenly squeezing hard against her finger as she felt her own orgasm
engulf her. All three women cried out in unison as their bodies
convulsed and shook. Theresa's hips lifting high in the air, Sheila
tracked them expertly while her own body convulsed in waves. She felt
Cindy's vagina balloon out away from her finger and then squeeze down
hard once more. She imagined her own to be doing much the same to
Cindy's fingers.

Sheila continued her flicks upon Theresa, one orgasm building upon the
other as she increased her rotation upon Cindy's throbbing clitoris.
Again and again she controlled and orchestrated the two girls cry's of
orgasm while dealing with her own until her knees buckled beneath her
and she collapsed to the relative safety of the underwater seat.
Panting for breath. Cindy's head momentarily sinking beneath the
surface, Sheila pulling her into her lap for safety her body quivering
against her. Sheila's head leaned back against Theresa's vulva, slowly
turning her head from side to side as random contractions diminished
behind her.

When they could breathe again, Theresa slipped into the water beside
them and Cindy pulled Sheila into a deep, slow kiss. A moment after
Cindy's lips left hers Theresa lips replaced them and she kissed her
hungrily in thanks for the many deep orgasms that she had given her.
Then the girls all sort of snuggled together. Caressing each other
softly now and then as they cooled down, their passion spent.

When droplets of perspiration broke out on Sheila's forehead, Cindy
suggested a quick dip in the pool to cool off a bit before bed. Sheila
nodded and the three of them walked arm in arm... sort of holding each
other up, to the pool. The two girls left her side at the pool and
Sheila jumped in. The cooler water shocking her system back to a
different reality. She slowly rolled on her back and kicked a length to
the other side and back, her body tingling and alive. He mind awash in
endorphins making her languid.

She climbed out and lay on one of the soft chaises. Toweling the
moisture from her body. She felt like a million dollars. The girls
continued to splash and swim about for a time, coming together to kiss
or fondle each other. Sheila dismissed it as youthful exuberance. She
herself was done for. The girls climbed out and toweled each other dry
then came over and each kissed Sheila softly. She just shook her head
in reply to Cindy's question about her wanting something to drink or
eat.

"Not a thing...loves. I've been pampered, fed, caressed and loved to my
limit. All I want now is a soft bed," Sheila said, honestly.

"You will join us in ours, I hope?" Theresa offered.

"Maybe tomorrow night. Tonight I just want to sleep. I fear I would
dampen your youthful playing. It's all too much, too fast. I need time
to regroup," Sheila replied, again honestly.

"Of course... you're welcome whenever you wish. But I understand,"
Cindy said.

"You sure?" Theresa asked, somewhat dejected.

Sheila pulled her into a deep, gentle kiss and then said, "You are
truly lovely. You both are. Now go have your fun. I'll be fine. I just
want to sleep."

"Come on, at least let us walk you to your room," Cindy said, extending
a hand.

"Thank you," Sheila said, taking it. When Cindy pulled her to her feet
she held her against her for a moment. Their breasts merging between
them. She kissed her softly. Then the girls, one on each side walked
her to her room. She hugged and kissed each one tenderly.

"Sleep as long as you'd like in the morning. We'll be in the kitchen
when you feel like it. No need to be so formal. You'll find shorts and
blouses that will fit you in the wardrobe," Cindy told her. Then they
left her. Sheila turned back the covers, used the bathroom, staggering
as she brushed her teeth. She fell into the bed and barely got the
cover over her before she was asleep, love rushes spinning in her head
the last moments of her consciousness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 40

"Feel like a snack?" Cindy asked Theresa.

"Oh.. I don't know... maybe," she replied, still dejected from Sheila's
refusal to join them.

"Well, come keep me company, even if you're not hungry," Cindy said.

"Sure, Okay," Theresa said. Once in the kitchen Theresa asked, "I
wonder why she didn't want to sleep with us?"

"Probably to give us time to talk, alone. She's one savvy lady," Cindy
said.

"That she is... talk about what?" Theresa asked, puzzled.

"Look Theresa, I realize you're very taken with her.. but Jesus... You
only met her this morning. What's this about asking her to hang
around?"

"What? What's wrong with that? I like her," Theresa said.

"I like her too, but not that much this fast. Remember, we have someone
else who lives here too," Cindy said.

"Oh, John will just love her, I'm sure," Theresa said, dreamily.

"God, listen to yourself, Theresa. You just met her this morning! It
took you over a month to decide to share John with *me*. Now you want
to share him, and me, with this woman after just one day?" Cindy said.

"But.... I thought you liked her," Theresa said.

"Look, I do like her, she's adorable. Utterly adorable, and fairly
savvy as a business person. That's what she's here for. About the
business. Let's not let our pussies run away with our minds. The simple
fact is that we don't really know anything about her. What's she really
like? How does she react when somebody leaves the top off the
toothpaste or when somebody we both know and love leaves the toilet
seat up? What are her ethics like? That all takes time to find out,"
Cindy said.

"Oh... she's alright. You saw how she opened up when you asked her what
her personal life was like," Theresa said.

"I just wanted her to be open about something that was fairly obvious
from almost the start. She was fairly drooling over us all day," Cindy
said.

"But she told you.. Isn't that honorable?" Theresa asked.

"No... that's honesty, which is not the same thing. And if she's so
honorable, then why didn't she ask us how John would feel about us
making love with her?" Cindy asked.

"But John said we could... specifically," Theresa argued.

"Yes.. and I've wondered about that... But she didn't know that," Cindy
said. Inside her mind a piece fell into a puzzle and she suddenly asked
herself, 'Or did she?'

"I don't know. Maybe she assumed it was okay... because we started it,"
Theresa said.

"You really think that? Because we made the first moves towards her
physically that we started it?" Cindy asked.

"Well, yes," Theresa said.

"Oh my dear sweet, innocent naive lover. You've got a lot to learn
about the world. Your very first woman besides me and she sweeps you
off your feet without you even realizing it," Cindy said.

"But she was your first woman besides me.. and she swept you off your
feet too," Theresa said.

"Wrong on both counts, love. I had a lover after you left town and I
*let* Sheila sweep me off my feet. I was fully aware of what was going
on from shortly after she got here," Cindy said. Theresa looked hurt.

"You had another lover?" she asked.

"Yes," Cindy said.

"Who?" Theresa asked.

"Doesn't matter. That's over, I'm here," Cindy replied.

"But you never told me!" Theresa cried.

"It wasn't your business. Look Theresa, you left town, remember? You
didn't say good bye, you didn't say you'd be true to me... which you
weren't, you didn't say a word. You just disappeared. At first I was
worried sick about you. But I figured you were a big girl who could
take care of herself. Besides, there wasn't much I could do about it. I
went on with my life.

"One day I met an older woman. She gave me a certain look and well, I
figured out what it meant and gave it back to her. We made love...Lots
of love. God, we did it morning noon and night. Like you and I did last
time John was gone. I never told you about it because it was between
her and I. You weren't involved. It was none of your business and still
isn't."

"But... but... I was true to you!" Theresa cried.

"Oh really? Have you forgotten John?" Cindy replied.

"But ....."

"I know, somehow he doesn't count, right?" Cindy said.

"No... I didn't say that. And I did call you," Theresa wept.

"Yes you did, and I'm grateful for that. My folks found out I was
seeing this woman. That's when they really started to get abusive. Both
physically and sexually. That's when you called. I was never so
grateful for anything in my life. I came running the first chance you
and John gave me. Even knowing that you were living with an older man.
Undoubtedly having sex with him. I had no clue where I would stand with
you. But I came anyway. Because I had no place else to go. I'm glad I
did. I'm grateful you asked. But that's over and done.

"Actually I gave you lots of clues. You just didn't seem to notice. You
might have noticed that I wasn't quite so clumsy and knew a great deal
more about pleasing a woman. God, I did things to you on that first
night that we had never even thought of before. You just accepted it.
Never asked where I'd learned it. Never asked what my life had been
like after you left," Cindy said.

"But...." Theresa said... weeping. Cindy took her into her arms and
cradled her. Sitting back in a chair with Theresa on her lap... Like a
hurt child.

"Look Theresa... I love you with all my heart. I always have since we
first met. You didn't think about John when you said you'd been true to
me. Because you really thought you had been. You've got this carefully
constructed double standard. One side doesn't even know that the other
side exists. That's what happened to you when I first arrived. You
loved me, you loved John, but you had this blind spot when it came to
John and I wanting each other. You felt betrayed, because we even
*could* want each other. But life is not this simple black and white,
yes or no world that you seem to think exists. There's a million shades
of gray scale and as many levels of maybe.

"Now the thing about Sheila. ... We just met her. Yes, I find her
attractive, both sexually and intellectually. But we honestly don't
know enough about her yet to go inviting her into our lives. Let alone
trust her with all the money the business is going to generate, or
invite her to share our man. I *will* say, that for now it looks
positive in her favor. We'll see. In the mean time, have a good time.
*GET* to know her. Have fun. *Learn* what she *really* has to offer.
Then if nothing else, you've had a great week. Otherwise you have more
information to base your decision on. Not because she sort of looks
like your mother and seems to act like you would have liked your mother
to act," Cindy concluded. Theresa looked at her friend, startled.

"Yes, love. I know you better than you think. I noticed the resemblance
to your mother too. Maybe before you did. I also knew how *you* would
react if she was just a little bit nice. Well, she's *a lot* nice. Your
heart went *bump* and here we are, talking about it," Cindy said.
Theresa was mostly silent.. She just snuggled to her dear friend and
digested all that she had said. Maybe it was all too fast, she
reflected. But she thought about Sheila's treatment of her when she had
wept on her shoulder.

"I still think she's alright," she said softy.

"Maybe so... that's what we're going to find out..... I promise you
that; I won't *say* no to her until I *know* that I *mean* no. I also
won't say yes to her until I *know* that I *mean* yes. I don't know
either right now. I've got some more things that I want to ask her
though."

"Like what?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... questions about business. How she'd go about getting us
established, how she'd handle different situations. And one other
thing...."

"What's that?" Theresa inquired.

"I'm not certain. I want to think about it some more... but for now,
come on. Let's go to bed. I want to feel you in my arms all night,"
Cindy said, standing and taking her lover by the hand. She killed the
lights and led her downstairs to the bedroom. Despite all the loving
they'd done earlier, Cindy made tender love to Theresa, because she
thought she needed it. Theresa was asleep seconds after a gentle climax
gripped her body. Cindy lay cradling her in her arms, thinking about
things. Finally she kissed Theresa gently on the forehead and snuggled
in herself to drift to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Continued in chapters 41-45.

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