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Castle In The Sand [41-45]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 41

"Your turn to cook, Sleepyhead," Cindy's voice said softly in Theresa's
ear. She opened her eyes and Cindy kissed her softly. "Come on. Let's
shower together and then I'll help you," Cindy coaxed. Theresa nodded
and headed for the bathroom. Cindy seemed to sense something and gave
her a little bit of privacy while she made the bed. When she heard the
toilet flush she entered the bathroom and joined Theresa in the shower.
They soaped each other and squirmed together as usual. Theresa slowly
coming awake from the water and sexual energy that built up. Cindy
didn't release that energy.... she figured Theresa would be getting
enough release over the next few days. She actually hoped to herself.
But time would tell.

They toweled each other dry and then teased and combed their hair under
the blow dryer. Theresa stopped to brush her teeth, Cindy had brushed
before she woke Theresa. Cindy moved to the wardrobe. She considered.
She selected her silver spandex shorts and a tube top. She slipped on
terry top sandals to protect her feet. Theresa looked about and
selected white terry shorts... her tightest pair and also selected a
tube top. She thought about it and selected open toed sandals, some of
her favorites when she wore any. The two made their way to the kitchen
and started breakfast.

About forty five minutes later Sheila walked in, brushing out her still
damp hair. The girls were sitting at the table drinking coffee when she
came in. She moved to each of them and kissed them softly. Saying good
morning and heading for the Coffee pot.

"No, sit down. I'll get it," Theresa said.

"Thanks.. but I usually get my own. I don't even ask my secretary at
the office to get coffee for me," Sheila said.

"Sit down anyway. You're our guest and I want to make you feel
comfortable," Theresa insisted.

"I do feel comfortable. But thanks," Sheila said, sitting. Cindy
considered her over her cup.

"Monte Cristo's alright for you?" Cindy asked.

"God, I love them, but I haven't had them for ages," Sheila said.

"Coming up," Theresa said, setting a large mug of French roast before
her. The girls had pre-cooked the French toast on one side and layered
the insides with the fillings. All Theresa had to do was toast one side
and then the other and serve them. Minutes later she set the first one
before Sheila. She took a bite and rolled her eyes.

"This is great," she said to Theresa.

"Cindy's recipe," Theresa said from the stove.

"Can I have a copy of it?" Sheila asked.

"Sure.. " Cindy said, a little aloof. Sheila seemed to contemplate
something for a while as she ate.

Finally she said, "Look, I've been kind of worried this morning. Are
you girls going to get in trouble with John for what we did last
night?" Theresa looked to Cindy as if to say, 'See! I told you so.'

Cindy just replied, "No... John told us we could... Gave us specific
permission that we could make love with you, if we felt like it."

"My, that was pretty generous of him," Sheila said.

"That's what I thought too. Damn generous," Cindy said. Theresa looked
at her abruptly. What the hell was Cindy doing? Sheila sort looked at
her plate. "You want to tell us *all* about it?" Cindy said.

"About what?" Theresa asked for Sheila.

"About her and John in San Francisco," Cindy said, coldly.

"What!?" Theresa asked, having no clue what Cindy was talking about.

Sheila looked up and faced Cindy, holding her gaze evenly and asked,
"How did you know?"

"Oh... I love our darling John with all my heart, but sometimes he gets
just a little too smart for himself. I wondered last night about why
you didn't ask if it was alright with John if we made love with you. It
occurred to me that it made sense if you already *knew* it was okay.
That got me to thinking about things John said when he talked about
you. He said that he only talked with you for a little while.. but he
never said: 'on the phone', Theresa and I just assumed it. Every time
we asked him something about you he skirted around the question of
whether he'd actually *met* you. He didn't lie to us.. he just didn't
tell us the whole truth. Tied together with some of the things you
said, it sort of all added up. Even the way you'd get all starry eyed
when you talked about him. Now a straight question: Did you meet with
John in San Francisco?"

"He said you were smart. Yes. We met, briefly," Sheila said, no remorse
in her voice.

"What?" Theresa gasped.

"Theresa, didn't you consider it *odd* that John *had* to be out of
town at the very time when we *had* to meet with Sheila?" Cindy asked
her.

"Well.... a little," Theresa said.

"I considered it very odd," Cindy said, "So Sheila, do you want to tell
us about it?"

"What do you want to know?" Sheila asked.

"Did John tell you to make love with us?" Cindy asked.

"No... and I wouldn't have had anything to do with him if he had. He
did say it was okay with him if we all felt like it and we did. I
accepted that. That's the only reason I did it last night. Because I
honestly wanted to. Not because anybody told me to," Sheila answered
levelly.

"So how much did you see of John in San Francisco...? Why don't you
just tell us about it from the start," Cindy said. Theresa flipped the
last sandwiches onto a plate and switched off the stove. She came and
sat down at the table. Extremely interested in what had transpired. Not
having a clue how Cindy knew. She looked to Sheila for a reply. Sheila
looked at Theresa and her heart sank. The disappointment she saw
wounded her. She took a deep breath.

"Sure. You've figured that much out. I can see why you want to know the
rest. Okay... I was sitting in the *Pussy Chat* bar......" Sheila
began. She told the girls everything, leaving nothing out. What they
had talked about, what John said. What he did and didn't do. What he
had offered her and why. What she had seen of the patents and how John
was worried because he had figured out that the girls knew about the
video system. She also explained his dilemma. And what he had told her
about the girls.

After she finished she said, "That's it. That's the whole story."

"And you and John slept together, but didn't have sex?" Cindy asked.

"As difficult to believe as it sounds, yes, that's true. I would have
in a heartbeat. I let him know it too. You don't get to meet a guy like
John in San Francisco every day. Or anywhere else for that matter,"
Sheila said.

"Not difficult at all for me to believe... that's our John, that's one
of the reasons why we love him so much. So.... what exactly are your
interests in all this? Why are you here?" Cindy asked.

"You can't be serious! Cindy!" Theresa said.

"I'm damn serious! I want to know exactly and honestly what her
motivations are. If not then we pick up the phone and call the
helicopter," Cindy spat at her.

"It's okay, Theresa. I don't mind. If John was mine I'd feel the same
way. My motivations are: First: The business. Honestly it's the
opportunity of a lifetime. I can be very good for that business. I've
served my apprenticeship for that position over my whole adult life.
I'm perfect for the job, it's perfect for me. I want to be involved in
it no matter what our relationship turns out to be.

"I'm realistic enough to realize that if you two think poorly of me
then it's probably out of the question. If that's the case, so be it. I
won't lie to you to get the job, and I damn sure didn't make love with
you to get it. The simple fact is: we need each other.

"Second: John.... I have never known a man like him in my entire life.
It has nothing to do with his money. I'm very comfortable by myself in
that respect. I wouldn't give a damn if he were penniless. He's what my
husband was not. He's understanding. He's non-judgmental. He's loving
and tender and has more ethics in his little toe than the entire
business community in San Francisco combined. In short. ... I love him.
I want to be with him. I'd be lying if I said otherwise and you know
it.

"Third: You girls..... What I felt for you yesterday .... and still
feel for you today. Is honest and true. I think you are both adorable.
You, Theresa have a sensitivity and open honestness that just stole my
heart away. You, Cindy are bright, loving and protective of those you
love.... I don't blame you for that at all. In fact I greatly admire
you for that. You are both fabulous lovers. God, last night I just
about passed out brushing my teeth. I did pass out the second my head
hit the pillow. This morning I was sorry I didn't sleep with you last
night. I missed your arms around me.....

"Well, that's how I really feel about everything.... So....do we call
the helicopter or do we go to work?" Sheila concluded. Tears streaming
freely down her cheeks. Theresa's dam had broken long before. Cindy's
eyes were more than a bit sparkly.

Cindy said, "We go to work... after we go back to bed." Sheila knocked
her chair over as she flew into Cindy's arms. A long time later the
three of them lay together on the bed. Happily satiated, Sheila softly
stroked the two of them with her fingertips.

"God... I've never been so afraid in my whole life as I was back there
in the kitchen," Sheila said. Cindy crawled over atop her and kissed
her, softly.

"What about?" she asked.

"I was so afraid you'd send me away," Sheila replied.

"I almost did," Cindy said.

"Why didn't you?" Sheila asked.

"Well... it wasn't what you said about the business. Although it's
true. We do need you. But the simple fact is that we would have gotten
along without you. Maybe not as well, but we would have done it. And it
wasn't what you said about Theresa and I. Although it was also true. I
think you're adorable myself. But my life has been very satisfying so
far in that respect. As much as I enjoy making love with you, I could
have gotten along without you. Don't take it personal. It's just plain
fact. I wouldn't have liked it. It's not what I *prefer*, but I could
have done it.

"It was what you said about John. I couldn't fault you for loving him
for the very reasons that Theresa and I do. But it was what you said
about his ethics that impressed me. Most people on the planet don't
even know what ethics are. You do. You would have to, to recognize how
important they are to John. Not only did you recognize it, but you were
impressed by it. Not only impressed but god damn impressed. I could see
it in your face and hear it in your voice. The only reason that would
be the case, is if you were an ethical person yourself. That's mostly
what changed my mind," Cindy concluded, softly kissing her.

"You say mostly... what else?" Sheila asked, tracing her fingertips
down Cindy's back.

"Oh... hard as it is for me to admit it; John wants you. He wouldn't
have gone to all this fucking trouble if he didn't. I want what John
wants. You're what John wants. So I want you too. In his life, I mean.
I want you for myself besides that, but mainly I want you in his life
because he does," Cindy said.

"How can you be so self-less?" Sheila asked in astonishment.

"I'm not self-less. I'm very selfish. I just happen to be the most
selfish about keeping my man happy," Cindy concluded.

"I promise you. I will do my very best to try to meet that goal
myself," Sheila said, solemnly.

"I know you will... that's why you're still here," Cindy chuckled.

"John said you were a smart one... but I don't know if he realizes just
how smart you are," Sheila said.

"That's because I'm smart enough not to let him know," Cindy chuckled.

"I'm still lost in San Francisco... What happened?" Theresa asked from
the side.

Cindy rolled over atop her friend and said, "What happened, is that we
have a new partner and another mouth to feed. And you get to cuddle to
her anytime you'd like.. Just like a real mom, only better. 'Cause she
can cuddle back without hurting you."

"Do I have to call her mom?" Theresa asked, grinning fiercely.

"Oh God, please don't!" Sheila moaned. They all cracked up and laughed
themselves to tears.... Then they made love again... and again....and
yet again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 42

It was afternoon. A rainbow drifted across the wall of the otherwise
darkened room. The women were all loved out, yet continued to caress
each other. Cindy crawled over and whispered something in Theresa's
ear. A grin broke out on Theresa's face. She nodded and slowly rolled
to her feet. All Sheila could do was watch her go. Which she did,
admiring the sleek backside. Cindy rolled over to her and kissed her
softly.

"I'm going to go try to help Theresa make some lunch," Cindy said, "Why
don't you just lay here and re-coup your energy." Sheila half nodded.
Which was really all the energy she had left. Cindy kissed her softly
one last time and rolled off the bed onto shaky feet. Sheila watched
her recede as well. Her backside no less shapely than Theresa's.....
different, but just as nice. The girls had done quite a number on her.
Ganging up to please her again and again.

That had only been the beginning. Then Cindy got out her little toy.
Apparently Sheila's inner dimensions weren't to far different from
Theresa's. In the following half hour she had experienced far more
orgasms than she had previously experienced in a whole week, when she
was *very* sexually active. That had been years before when she was
younger. Then, it had left her almost a basket case, even spread over a
whole week. She had wandered around in a hazed state. Barely able to
talk. Now.... all at once.....She shivered.

She understood now why John thought that perhaps the relationship had
lasted so long, was because the girls had each other as well. They
could use their boundless youthful energy upon each other, saving John
from cardiac arrest. Sheila lay there thinking how she'd been poked and
stroked, caressed and licked almost to death herself. A slow smile
crept over her face. Life was good. She closed her eyes and floated in
the warm mist of endorphins that enshrouded her. [Endorphins are
natural opiates that the body produces to reward itself for positive
behavior. They are what a person feels after a hard day of work, or
skiing. Or the warm, listfull feeling a person feels after sex.]

'I'm a love junkie,' thought Sheila, as she drifted off to sleep.
Sometime later a gentle hand caressed her breasts. Lips were upon hers.
Now, she was slightly more cognizant. Just barely. She opened her eyes
and Cindy smiled at her.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. How about some coffee and nourishment?" she said
softly.

"Uh!" Sheila grunted.

"Scoot up and lean against the headboard so I can swing the tray
around," Cindy said.

"Uh," Sheila replied. Slowly creeping towards the headboard. She
finally reached the distant destination and pulled herself half erect.
Her lovely breasts hanging free before her as she leaned back against
the headboard. Cindy swung the tray around and placed a large mug of
coffee before her. Sheila looked at it and eventually figured out that
the only way to get it to her mouth, was to pick it up. She decided
which arm she would use and sent word to it to perform its task. It
resisted.

"Please," she murmured. Slowly the arm lifted itself and grasped the
cup. She steadied herself and leaned towards the tray. Slowly the cup
levitated and tipped to her lips. The first sip was like nectar from
the gods. It prompted her to request another from her arm. Which
grudgingly complied. Slowly the fog started to lift. She figured out
that she could see better if she left her eyes open. That was a big
help.

When she had about half the mug imbibed, she nodded to the arm and
said, "Thank you." Her eyes began to search the tray for the mythical
nourishment that Cindy had mentioned. After a time she became alarmed.
Her eyes must be broken. She could locate none. She searched in every
corner of the tray. She even talked her other arm into helping out with
a tactile search. It was futile. The food was lost somewhere.

"Looking for something?" Theresa's voice asked from the foot of the
bed. Sheila raised her eyes. Then opened them wide. A shot of panic
raced through her body. The mannequin had come alive! It stood at the
foot of the bed, wearing the outfit she had designed. It was holding
her food! It wanted to trade food for sex, Sheila reasoned.

"I have nothing left to give," Sheila said to the mannequin.

"I think we broke her," Theresa said.

"This calls for drastic measures," Cindy replied.

"Shock treatment?" Theresa asked, joking.

"Of a sort..... I think this is why John installed that secret passage
to the fountain of youth," Cindy replied, cryptically. It took Theresa
a moment to get it.

"Oh...Okay."

"I'd better go with her, will you meet us there? With the food and more
coffee, please?" Cindy asked.

"Sure, no problem. Anything to save a life," Theresa replied. She
snatched Sheila's coffee cup and headed out. The mannequin had stolen
her nectar of the gods! Just because she had no more sex to give for
food! Sheila thought.

"Come on, love. Time to go skydiving," Cindy said, hefting Sheila by
the arms.

"Don't worry about me, save yourself," Sheila cried.

"Come on, just a short walk," Cindy said. She managed to get Sheila to
her feet.

"Are you a mannequin too, or the real thing?" Sheila asked.

"The genuine article," Cindy said, guiding her to the trap door.

"I read one of them once," Sheila said. Cindy opened the trap.

Then said, "Come on dear, just one more big step and then you'll be
just fine."

"Hokay.." Sheila said, not looking down. Cindy stepped with her and
they dropped out of the bedroom. A scant fraction of a second later
they hit the water. Cindy flexed her knees, hit bottom and pushed off,
still clinging to Sheila. Sheila broke the surface sputtering and
coughing. Cindy held her up and towed her towards the ladder.

"Help! The mannequins have thrown me in the moat!" Sheila cried. Then
she seemed to see Cindy. She looked around and then back at Cindy.
"That wasn't very nice of you... but I guess I needed it. Thanks," she
said, fairly coherent. Cindy smiled at her.

"Wouldn't have you miss the pool while you were here," she chuckled.
Sheila looked up at the open trap and gauged the distance down to the
deck.

"Yeah, that would have hurt," she said, chuckling. Cindy continued to
tow her to the side. She reached the steps beneath the water and pulled
Sheila up onto a sitting ledge. Her hair drooped in strands down her
forehead and was getting into her eyes. Sheila sat there, only still
half aware. Cindy took her fingers and gently pushed the golden strands
out of the way.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

Sheila thought for a moment and then replied, "Darling, I've never felt
better in my life."

"What was that about mannequins?" Cindy asked.

"Oh.... I guess I dreamed it. I was looking for the food you promised
me... (where is it anyway?) Anyway, I looked up and I swear the
mannequin from the lab was holding a tray of food. I thought it wanted
to trade food for sex. I told it I didn't have any left..... And there
it is!" Sheila said, pointing.

"Uh... Sheila. That's Theresa wearing the outfit you designed," Cindy
said, looking carefully at Sheila.

"Oh... of course it is... But she looks just like the mannequin,"
Sheila said.

"Of course she does. It's made from a scan of her," Cindy said.

"I know... But what I thought.... Jesus! What did you girls do to me?"
Sheila said.

"Oh... just a little love making," Cindy demurred.

"I've made love lots of times before, but I never hallucinated. But I
guess I didn't hallucinate. I just misinterpreted what my eyes actually
saw," Sheila said.

"Come on, you're lucid enough to eat. Theresa won't bite... but I know
her to be an excellent nibbler," Cindy said.

"I'm very cognizant of that fact. I concur with your supposition,"
Sheila said. Cindy looked at her a moment.

"You know, a year ago I wouldn't have understood a word you just said."

"Glad you're learning," Sheila said. Cindy climbed the ladder and
Sheila watched her the whole way.

"Now *that* is a delightful sight," she said.

"Yup, you are feeling much better," Cindy said, watching Sheila climb
up. She helped her at the top of the ladder, offering her a hand and
then using it to pull Sheila into a kiss. "And you're welcome to it...
whenever you feel recovered enough," she said, pulling Sheila's hand to
her ass.

"Not quite yet, I'm just learning to speak again," Sheila said, but she
descended into a deep kiss before she let go of Cindy's posterior.

"It lives!" Theresa said from the table.

"That's what I thought about you. Come here. Model that for me,
please," Sheila said. Theresa dimpled and stepped away from the table.
She held her arms out and did a slow turn around. The outfit hugged
every inch of her body. "God, if Albert knew his face was on that body,
he'd rise from the dead," Sheila said in admiration.

"Turned out pretty nice, didn't it?" Theresa replied.

"I'll say. And over-night!" Sheila said.

"It was done last night, but so were you," Cindy chuckled.

"It's outstanding. You girls are going to be *very* rich," Sheila said.

"*Us* girls. You're going to help us, remember? We're going to send you
back with a complete wardrobe that you can show off till you can come
back for good. But for now, I think we should feed you and let you
recover a bit more before we subject you to ... *The machine*," Cindy
said, guiding her to the table. She grabbed a towel and dried Sheila
off, then seating her, wrapping it around her hair.

"Thanks... what's to eat?" Sheila said.

"Yeah, I know; you're ravished and famished both," Theresa chuckled.

"We didn't think you'd be up to anything complicated, so it's just
roast beef on wheat buns, and lots of coffee," Cindy said.

"A queen's feast!" Sheila said, digging in. When she finally let up she
said, "I thought you subjected me to *the machine* earlier today... it
was today wasn't it? ... and where can I get one of those?"

Cindy chuckled, "Let's see... if I remember all the questions; One: a
different machine. I was referring to the scanner. Two: it *was* today
and Three: Right here. John made that for my birthday."

"John made that? God, I hope he patented that too!" Sheila said.

"Theresa and I said the same thing the first time we tried it out...
while John was in San Francisco........" Cindy trailed off.

"Thinking about John?" Sheila asked.

"Yeah, wondering what we should do with him," Cindy said.

"He meant well," Sheila offered.

"No, he didn't. He meant to trick us. And he succeeded. He *knew* we'd
flip over you. We did. It just bugs the shit out of me that he thought
it was necessary," Cindy said.

"For what it's worth. I think John was really thinking about the
company. I don't think he expected to be attracted to *me*. When he
was, I think he got scared. He thought I was the best person for the
job... which I agree with -but I'm biased- but he was worried that you
girls wouldn't want to work with me if he was attracted to me.

"I don't know why John didn't just call me at the office, during the
week he was there. I have no clue as to why he went about meeting me
the way he did.... It was a total fluke. I didn't have to follow him
out of the bar. But he intrigued me. I didn't like the way Angie... -
that's the bartender- treated him. He didn't deserve it. His reply to
her was .... I don't know. Honest, I guess. He didn't swear at her or
anything like that. He just agreed with her in a manner which made her
look about an inch tall. Then he left. I just wanted to show him
that... well... that women like me.. weren't all that way."

"Like *Us*," Theresa said.

"If you wish.. but I don't put you two in *that* category... A lot of
the women in that place would chew you up and spit you out just for the
fun of it," Sheila said.

"But you're not like that," Theresa said.

"I used to be. I got pretty bitter at the world when I got divorced.
After I could tolerate men -at all- I did a lot of... sport fucking.
Sorry, but that's what it was. At the time I turned against everyone.
The relationships I had with women were the same way. I'd never see the
same one twice. I'd go out and pick them up, take them home and use
them, then move on to the next one. I'd throw in a man or two whenever
the mood hit me. I wasn't a very nice person," Sheila admitted.

"So what changed?" Cindy asked, munching the last bite of her sandwich.

"I did. I guess... it was a bunch of things really. I woke up next to a
bunch of scrungy people. I got pretty scared about that. San Francisco
isn't really the safest place to have casual sex. I had myself checked
out, and I blessed the gods that I was lucky enough not to catch
anything. Then I started asking myself why I was waking up next to
scrungy people.. I figured out finally that that was what I had become.
I was physically clean. But I was acting... dirty. Sex was just a thing
to do. It had no meaning at all. Just hedonistic pleasure for
pleasure's sake. Not that that by itself is bad. But it's not enough
for me. Then for a long time I didn't have any sex. I didn't go out. I
just went to work and went home. My life became a void. An empty
nothingness," Sheila said.

"So what changed that?" Theresa asked.

"A client and my secretary," Sheila replied, "I got called out to an
appointment at this fashion house a few years back. The owner was a
beautiful oriental woman called Mae. I wanted Mae the first instant I
saw her... like I did you two... But I fought it off for a long time.
Not wanting to re-enter the life I had been living. God, I used to
tremble whenever I was near her. We worked together a long time, saving
her company. We did. In fact it began to grow, it's still growing.

"One night she asked me to go out with her to celebrate. I guess we got
pretty tipsy. She took me back to her place and we sat around talking
and drinking even more. Then she came right out and asked me why I had
never made a pass at her. I was floored. I didn't know what to say. I'd
done my best to hide my tendencies from her. She'd known all along. I
told her that she was a friend and a client, and that I didn't want to
lose either. She told me that friends were the best kind of lovers. I'd
never known that before. I just sat there dumb struck.

"Then she kissed me. It wasn't a stick your tongue down a throat in
search of tonsils kiss. It was the sweetest, softest kiss I've ever
known. I didn't realize how fragile I'd become. I climaxed right in the
middle of the kiss. Not a bone shaking, earth shattering climax that
knocks you out. It was more like... well, my vagina just sort of
contracted and suddenly I felt warm and tingling all over.... Anyway...
that night Mae taught me how to make love. Before I had just been
fucking. It was the very first time I had ever made *love* with anyone.
We've been friends ever since. Sometimes we still make love," Sheila
said. A bit flushed.

"You said your secretary, too?" Theresa prompted. Sheila smiled and
nodded. She seemed to think about it for a while.

"Judy... well Judy has *never* been with a man. She didn't turn gay...
she always was. From the time she reached puberty. She told me... well.
That's a different story. A little while after Mae and I had made love,
it may have been a week or so, Judy was talking to me in the office. I
guess I was sort of distant. I had started to smile again and even joke
with people.

"Out of the blue Judy said: 'You know, since you've been seeing Mae
you're a lot nicer person to be around.' I didn't know what to say.
'What do you mean?' I asked her. She said: 'Sheila... I've known Mae
for years. And I've known you for years. I know what you used to be
like. I watched what you became afterwards. I don't know anything about
what you and Mae have been doing... but I've got a pretty good idea.
Suddenly you're smiling again. You laugh at jokes. You're pleasant to
be around. Whatever you are doing with Mae, keep doing it. It's good
for you. You've even become attractive to me, and I'm very picky. But
don't worry, I know I have to work with you. It's best not to play
where you make your pay. I just wanted to let you know that it shows.
You *are* a nicer person now.'

"I was shocked. I'd had no idea that Judy was gay. I just thanked her.
She smiled at me and we went back to work. I'd always thought that Judy
was pretty, but I'd always thought that she was straight too. I started
to notice little things about her. The way she walked, the things she
said. How she wore her hair and how she dealt with men. I wondered how
I could have been so blind.

"Quite a while later we had to go out of town to a client in ....
Omaha, Nebraska. That was it. We met with the client all day and then
got a room for the night. It had two double beds in it, I remember. We
had dinner in the hotel and a few drinks in the bar. Then headed for
the room.

"I didn't even think about it. I took a shower and came out wearing
just a towel, drying my hair with another one. I looked over and caught
her looking at me... I asked her: 'So, do you still find me
attractive?' and she answered: 'Very much so.' kind of quietly. Looking
down into her lap.

"I remember thinking how pretty she was. I could tell she really wanted
me, but was afraid. After working together for so long, well... we were
*friends*. We didn't spend time together away from work, but we *were*
friends. Then I remembered what Mae had told me about friends being the
best lovers. Seeing Judy there...in anguish. Well, my heart just went
out to her. I realized that I wanted her too. So... Well, I just
dropped my towel.

"She glanced at me in shock and then looked away and said: 'Please
don't tease me.' I walked to her bed and sat down and said, 'I'm not
teasing. I want you too.' God, suddenly she was in my arms, crying. I
just hugged her for a long time. Then I kissed her like Mae had kissed
me. She didn't climax, but she literally quivered in my arms. I
undressed her and we made love. *Really* made love," Sheila finished.
She looked a little embarrassed.

"I think that's great," Cindy said.

"Kind of like Cindy and I..." Theresa added.

"Tell me about it," Sheila said, pouring another cup of coffee.

"I don't know..." Theresa blushed.

"Oh..Come on. I just bared my soul to you...and there's nobody here but
us chickens."

"And John's fucking cameras," Cindy said loudly, looking around,
grinning. Sheila and Theresa looked at her startled. "Sorry, I just
needed to do that," Cindy said, "Go ahead, Theresa. I don't mind..."
Sheila giggled, looking at Cindy.

"Please.. I want to hear," she said, turning to Theresa.

"I... Okay... We were in Jr. High. One day in gym class I was drying
off after a shower. I turned around and caught Cindy looking at me. I
had a bruise on my hip where my step-father had thrown me into a wall.
I thought that's what she was looking at. I got embarrassed and covered
it up real quick. I put on my underwear and she turned away again."

"Actually, I was looking at your ass. It was the cutest thing I ever
saw," Cindy snickered.

"I didn't know that then. I just thought you were looking at my bruise.
I probably wouldn't have become friends with you if I'd known then you
were looking at my ass.... Anyway... Well from time to time I'd catch
her looking at me again. I just knew, she knew that my step-father was
beating me up.

"We had some other classes together and got to know each other a little
better. Then one day after our gym shower, I caught her trying to cover
up her own bruise. God, I felt so sorry for her. Knowing what it was
like for me. Anyway, later I saw her eating lunch by herself. I walked
over and asked if I could join her."

"The spider and the fly..." Cindy said.

"Huh? Anyway... We ate lunch together. I asked if she wanted to talk
about her bruise. She said, 'What's to talk about? I got it the same
way you get yours.' So I talked about other stuff. After a while she
started talking herself. Next thing I knew, we were friends. We spent a
lot of time together. God, we went everywhere together."

"We had some good times..." Cindy agreed.

"So anyway," Theresa continued, "One day I hear these girls talking
about some other girl. They're saying how she's lezzie and all that. So
I ask them who they're talking about. 'You outta know... she's your
friend,' one of them says. And they walk away."

"Claudia and Valerie. Right?" Cindy chuckled.

"How did you know?... Anyway, I was shocked. I'd had no clue. Kind of
like you with Judy. I didn't know what to think. I didn't want to lose
my friend... God, I loved her! I didn't say anything about it to her
then. We used to sleep over to each other's houses sometimes on the
weekends when our folks were feeling generous. One time when we were at
Cindy's, I guess her folks were out of town or something."

"Family reunion. I had to talk my ass off to get out of it," Cindy
mused.

"Yeah, that was it. Anyway. Cindy asked me to stay over. We were still
good friends and she hadn't tried anything with me, so I said yes. I
got permission from my mom. My stepfather was being an asshole again so
she said yes, probably to get me out of the house... Anyway. We were
alone in her parents house. We watched TV and ate popcorn and joked.
The house was empty except for us. Cindy started to take off her
clothes. It was summer, and it was hot. I took off my blouse too. Then
she took off her pants, so, so did I. Then we continued to just sit
around in our bras and panties."

"God, you were hot! I wanted to rip them off with my teeth and eat you
for dinner," Cindy said.

"But you didn't... I don't know... I guess... Well I started getting a
little sleepy. We were close friends.. we hugged a lot and all that..
Well, I guess I kind of leaned back against her. She just put her arms
around me and held me while we were watching TV. She sort of tickled me
a little every now and then."

"I was trying to keep you awake while I got my nerve up," Cindy said.

"I know.. *now*. Anyway ..... she sort of quit tickling me and started
sort of caressing me... real lightly on my belly, sides and shoulders.
You know, fingertips down my arms and such. I liked it so I let her.
Then suddenly I realize that she's rubbed down my shoulders and she's
got her fingers inside my bra.... God, I was scared."

"You were scared? I was scared shitless!" Cindy said.

"I didn't want to lose my friend. My dear friend. So.... I let her. I'd
been felt up before, by my step-father. He used to squeeze my tits till
it hurt. But this wasn't the same thing. She was my friend. She didn't
hurt me. In fact it was quite nice. I didn't fight her at all when she
undid my bra and then took hers off. She pulled me back against her and
it felt good. Her bare breasts against my bare back. Well, she started
to feel my breasts again. Playing just her fingertips over them. Then
she sort of rubbed the ends and I got a funny feeling between my legs.
Like I'd felt before when I'd rubbed my own nipples.

"I'd never thought about *liking* being touched by another person
before. When my step-father had done it, I just didn't have any choice.
I didn't enjoy it, I just... gritted my teeth and waited for it to be
over. But suddenly here I was enjoying what Cindy was doing to me. So I
thought she might like it too. I sort of turned to her and started to
touch her the same way."

"Surprised the shit right out of me," Cindy said, "I thought you turned
around to tell me to stop... I would have too."

"I know... but ...well, I wanted to keep your friendship. When you
reached inside my panties... I knew where *that* led. But you were real
gentle. I didn't think it would be so bad. I thought I would let you do
it, then we could just be friends again. Anyway, Cindy was touching me
inside my panties. But not like I'd been touched there before. *I LIKED
IT*! I thought if I liked it, then maybe she would too, so I started to
touch her there."

"That really shocked me! God, I almost came right that instant," Cindy
said, rolling her eyes.

"Anyway... When she suggested we go to bed, I thought that she was
through, that she just wanted to sleep. But when we got into the
bedroom... She kissed me. Now we had kissed before, but this wasn't the
same. Before it was just a quick smack on the lips. This time she held
me when I went to pull back. I didn't know what to do... so I kissed
back. Then she put her tongue between my lips. But my stepfather had
done that... and lots worse.....

"Anyway, suddenly I found myself liking that too. She was soft and
gentle. She didn't just stuff it inside my mouth. She kind of played
tag with mine. She started to rub my tits again with her hands. And
between the kissing and her hands I started to get wet. I think it was
the first time anyone made me wet. It just seemed natural when she
pushed my panties down and led me to the bed.

"She got on top of me. Kissing me and touching me and ... well... she
put her finger inside me. I got a little scared, but she ... well, she
rubbed me... It felt so good that I just quit fighting her. Suddenly I
realized that she was making love to me. Like I'd always heard about.
And it felt *good*, like I'd dreamed about it being. I just sort of
went away. God, the next thing I know my body's bucking and shaking
like a bronco. Something exploded inside my head and I screamed. I
thought she'd broken something on me, but god,.. it was the most
incredible thing I ever felt. And then she was there, caressing me and
kissing me again.

"I felt good. I *liked* it. I wanted her to keep on touching me. I just
wanted to feel *that* way again and again. She started kissing me down
my neck.. and then she licked my nipples. Everything she did felt
great. So I just let her continue.. She started kissing me down my
belly and I got all quivery inside. Then she kissed inside my hip bones
and sort of moved down. The next thing I know she's kissing me between
my legs. God, it felt better than even her finger had. She just barely
started when I orgasmed again.. but I didn't know then what it was. It
just felt good. Only this time, it didn't stop. She didn't stop either.
I must have had ten orgasms before she quit. I guess I passed out."

"I thought I'd killed you. I was so damn horny myself I almost
exploded," Cindy said.

"When I woke up, Cindy was kissing me again. But I could taste myself
on her lips. At first it made me sick. But I didn't want to stop her
..... not after what she'd done to me. She rolled over onto her back
and looked at me, waiting. God, I was scared. I didn't know what to do.
So I thought about what she had done, and just did my best to follow
it."

"You left out a *few* steps. Seemed like you went from my lips to my
nipples to my pussy," Cindy chuckled..." I didn't mind. I just wanted
you there."

"Yeah, I know you did. I figured if I didn't do the same thing to you,
you wouldn't do it to me again. Anyway... I'm kissing down to her....
pussy.... and I don't know if I can do it. I sort of sneak up on
it...(I thought anyway). And I get used to the smell.... now I think of
it as aroma or bouquet.. then it was smell. I finally get to the point
where I'm licking between her legs.. and well, she starts to bucking
too and I just sort of forget about the smell and start licking deeper
and she bucks harder and so I lick harder and deeper and then next
thing I know she's like a wild animal. Bucking and screaming, her whole
body's all twisted up and jerking. I think about what she did to me,
and figure I'm doing the same to her.

"Then it strikes me... I'm making *love* to her. Up till then I was
just trying to make her do it to me again.. but when I realized what we
were doing.. Well I *wanted* to be doing it. So I did it a lot to her.
Until she pulls me up and kisses me hard. Then ... I don't know.. I
guess we just sort of caressed each other for a long time. Kissing
softly every now and then........... After a while, we did it again.
Only this time she pulled me around so we were doing each other at the
same time.

"I think... I'm making love *with* her. ... It was a very special
moment in my life. That was the first time I ever made love *with*
somebody. When my climax hit it was like a freight train. But I just
wanted to keep doing to Cindy what she was doing to me. I think we must
have given each other another dozen climaxes before we finally quit.
Then we caressed each other to sleep.

"In the morning I woke up snuggled to her. God it felt great. We
started kissing again... morning breath and all. We were going to do it
again when we heard her parent's car pull in," Theresa said.

"So you stayed lovers?" Sheila asked, very hoarsely.

"Not right away... she wouldn't talk to me for over a month," Cindy
said, "I was so scared. I thought I'd lost her."

"That's because I got scared about what we'd done. We were both girls.
We weren't *supposed* to be doing that....let alone liking it!" Theresa
said.

"So what changed your mind?" Sheila asked.

"My stepfather fucked me, again," Theresa spat, "God, he got drunk.....
He hit my mom and she went away to cry... then he came into my room and
ripped my clothes off...... He made me suck him.. I remember gagging on
it. He squeezed my tits and it hurt. He stuffed a finger in me and it
hurt. He put his cock in me .... and it hurt. He kissed me and I didn't
like it.... I kept trying to enjoy it... like I had with Cindy..... but
I didn't. Then he came inside me and called me a little whore and hit
me..... My mother came in screaming at him and he hit her. Calling her
a whore too. He ripped off her clothes too and fucked her right on the
bed next to me. Then he went away.....

"My mother and I just clung to each other in fear that he would come
back. When he didn't for a long time... my mother was still crying....I
just wanted to make it better for her.....I started kissing her face
and she just hugged me tighter. I caressed her back and she hugged me
tighter. She just cried and cried. So.... I started to touch her......
She suddenly got all mad at me. She jumped up and ran into her room.
She wouldn't open her door for me..... I was crying... I finally went
to bed and cried all night," Theresa said....crying softly.

"You didn't tell me all this," Cindy said, pulling Theresa into her
lap.

"I never told anybody... all of it..... there's more....."

"Just take your time.. you don't have to tell us...," Sheila said, she
was on her knees, next to them, holding Theresa's hand.

"No... I do... I have to tell someone....." Theresa sobbed.

"Okay, love.... when you're ready.." Cindy comforted, kissing her tears
away.

"My mom wouldn't talk to me for a week....... Then my stepfather came
back...... he'd been gone all week.... He was drunk....again....
God.... he had a knife.... a big hunting knife..... he got me and my
mother.... well.... he made us go into the bedroom and lie on the
bed..... He cut off all our clothes.... Then he fucked me while he made
my mom watch..... then he fucked her while he made me watch..... Then
he made both of us suck him till he was hard again.... then he fucked
me in the ass.. god, it hurt!... then her for a while.. then me
again... He came inside of me.... Then he made her .....lick me..... It
just felt so different..... well..... I c-came..... He hit me and
called me a little lezzie slut.... Then he made me lick her........ I
didn't know what else to do..... God, I was so scared that he'd kill
us......

"So I tried.... really tried..... and my mother came too....... "
Theresa sobbed great sobs. Her chest heaving. Cindy and Sheila just let
her cry herself out. Sheila hugging them both... Cindy holding and
comforting her friend.

"It's okay.. baby just let it out...." Cindy told her, holding her
gently in her arms.... After she had cried herself out Theresa began
again.....

"He... .. Well... he wouldn't let us out of the house.....He made us
walk around nude for a whole week........ Whenever he felt like it,
he'd fuck one of us..... always making the other one watch.......He
made us sleep together. He told us that if we ever told anybody, or
tried to get away.... that he'd kill us. If one of us got away then
he'd kill the other one.... If we called the cops... he'd come back and
kill us when he got out of jail......... I don't know.... something
changed in my mother..... He made us make....no, it wasn't love... he
made us fuck each other several times a day...... Sometimes he'd fuck
one of us, while we were doing it... sometimes in the ass... making us
suck him afterwards...

"It got so that my mother and I were ..... well, when he wasn't making
us do it... we just sort of hugged each other and waited for him to
make us do it.... Then my mother told him something... I don't know
what..... He kind of got real scared.... He still made us do it... but
he did it softer....... almost gentle.... like he was trying to make up
for what he'd done...... Then he let me get dressed....

"After that, he spent a lot of time alone with her in their bedroom...
I don't know what they were doing..... I guess it was about a week
later, he still wouldn't let me go out.......... He was a little
drunk... she was too.... They came into my room... together....... He
sat down on the bed and she ... well, she started kissing me......Only
really kissing me.... She put her tongue in my mouth and all that..
only soft... I didn't know what to do.... He was watching...... I
thought that he would kill us or something... but my mother was
smiling... they both were...... I let her undress me..... then she
started touching me ... softly... lightly... like you did Cindy....

"It was so different.... It felt good...... so....... I started
touching her back...... She kind of looked scared... but she kept doing
it...... Like she was making love to me...... I liked it....... She
sucked my nipples real soft like... then she laid me on the bed.......
She pulled off my panties and touched me softly there too....... She
got undressed and lay down with me..... she kissed me some more... and
touched me... and pulled my hand to her....pussy....... I ...I.....I
put my finger inside her...... and she put hers inside me.......God..
she was so gentle..... When she started kissing down my belly, I wanted
her to do it.... 'Cause.... it was so different from what he'd made us
do.... And then she started kissing me between my legs..... God, she
put her tongue inside me.... I came... and she still kept doing it. I
came again.. and she still kept doing it.......

"She moved her hips over my head and..... I did it to her too..... I
made her cum. .... We did it for a long time..... Afterwards, she
kissed me lots and told me that she loved me........ My stepfather took
off his clothes..... Then my mother sucked him.... she told me to suck
him too.... I did... 'cause she wanted me to..... When he got hard, she
laid me back and licked me some more. ..... When I was about to cum
again... she stopped and pulled him onto me.....

"She guided him in and he fucked me.... slower and ..... easier than
before,.. but he fucked me...... My mother moved around and put her
legs under me... holding me back against her breasts... she played with
mine and held me while he kept fucking me.... I don't know why... I
guess it was 'cause it was so different.... but I climaxed.... Then he
came inside me....... The asshole kissed me and told me thanks......

"Then he left the room... my mom.... Well she kept holding me...She was
still playing with my tits.....She didn't say anything about what he
did.... Then she got down and licked his stuff out of me........I
couldn't help it, I came again..... She put her hips over my head and I
made her climax again..... Then she kissed me and told me good night,
like nothing had happened.... and then she left too..........

"God... I didn't know what to do...... I cried myself to sleep... The
next morning she wakes me up for the first day of school like nothing
had happened..... So I went to school. God, I couldn't concentrate on
anything.... Then I saw Cindy... I wanted her.... but more than
that.... I really needed her.... When I saw her after gym... all nude
and pretty.... Well I just walked up and asked her: 'How ya been?' She
looked shocked.... I said how good it was to see her and asked her to
meet me after school.. she agreed..

"We met and .... well I took her hand.. said I was sorry for not
talking to her ... and ... well.. I told her I wanted her.... She
looked shocked, but eager. We found a place... I guess it was just a
shack behind some old buildings.. And we made love. Sweet, caring,
gentle love. It was the best thing that could have happened to me
then..... God, I came like a herd of wild elephants. Then I made her
cum... on an old dirty mattress she saved my life."

"Oh god, Theresa, I didn't know!" Cindy cried.

"I know.. but you did. You saved my life. If I hadn't made love with
you that day.. I would have killed myself...." Theresa said, now
calmer...

"God, I'm so sorry...." Cindy said.

"Don't be. You were there when I needed you.. You were there every time
I needed you.... My folks didn't stop... you see... They did it to me
lots..... almost every night....for a while.... and each time I'd start
thinking about killing myself again... you were there ... with your
soft, gentle ... Real...love.." Theresa said, squeezing Cindy's hand,
then kissing her palm.

After a time she continued, "Sometimes my stepfather would go away for
days. When he did my mom would sleep with me.... Sometimes we would do
it... but it never felt like making love.... I just did it..... Well, I
didn't know how to tell her no....... Then once he came back drunk,
real late...... He called us lezzie whores... he fucked her and then
me, real hard. When I didn't climax he hit me. He made mom and I lick
each other until we both climaxed. Then he hit us just for fun........
Mom tried to make him stop... he just kept it up.... He beat her pretty
bad...I was not as bad..... He just knocked the wind out of me... then
he took her off to their room...After a while he quit hitting her. I
don't know what happened..... but after a while they were laughing.....

"They came back to my room. It was just like that first time when they
came back all smiles and caresses. They acted like nothing wrong had
happened. Again she caressed me and licked me... She had me suck him
and then she held me for a while, while he fucked me.... She even moved
over my head while he was doing it and they kissed and he played with
her tits while he fucked me and she sat on my face..........

"I couldn't take it anymore. Early the next morning before they got up,
I threw some things in a backpack and I hit the road. I'm so sorry I
didn't call you, Cindy. But I just wanted to get away from there. I
took some money from his wallet... He didn't have much. Fifty bucks is
all. I thumbed out of town. The further away I got, the better I felt.
I passed through several big cities. I didn't stay long. Some guy would
let me stay overnight, if I sucked him. But I'd leave in the morning
and hit the road.

"For a while, I stayed with this one guy. He was real cute. I even let
him fuck me. Lots of times. Then I went on the rag and he said he
didn't want me around anymore. So I hit the road again. I thumbed all
over the place. Sometimes guys would let me sleep while they drove. One
guy offered me money to suck him. I did it cause I was broke.

"Then I came into town here. A drunk cowboy picked me up in a pickup.
It was real cold by then. I was just glad for the ride. He waited till
he got way out of town and then told me to suck him off. I told him no.
He stopped the truck and demanded it. Tried to kiss me. I pushed him
off and he punched me in the eye.... I jumped out, but before I could
grab my backpack, he drove off.

"God, I guess I walked for hours. I was freezing to death, all I had
was a thin coat... Then I saw these headlights.. I ran in front of them
and waved my arms. I heard the tires squeal... and then I woke up the
next morning here," Theresa concluded.

"Jesus, Theresa. I had no idea of what you went through," Cindy said,
holding her close.

"Well... that's the story of my life," Theresa said to Sheila.

"I'm so sorry... I wish there was something I could do to make it
better for you," Sheila said, hugging her in Cindy's lap. Tears
streamed down both Sheila's and Cindy's faces.

"You have.... You helped me get it out... I feel... better... Like a
great weight has been lifted from me.... " Theresa said. She turned and
kissed Cindy's tears away. Then shared a deep salty kiss with her
friend. Then she turned to Sheila and pulled her close. She kissed her
tears and then kissed her deeply too.

"Anything I can get you?" Cindy asked, not knowing what else to do.

"No... I kind of want to take a nap, but I'm not really so tired as
exhausted," Theresa said.

"I know just the thing for you. A hot buttered rum. Absolutely
delicious and the most devastating drink I ever drank. Doesn't make you
drunk, just ... very sleepy," Sheila said, "I'll make you one while
Cindy tucks you in."

"Good idea," Cindy said. They both helped Theresa to her feet. She
hugged them each fiercely. Then they walked her to the bedroom. Sheila
went to leave, but Theresa pulled her into a gentle kiss...

"Thanks.." she said.

"Hey, I'm sorry I put you through that..... But I'm glad you got it
out. Anytime you want to talk about it... Well I'm willing to listen. I
don't know how much I can help, but I'll do anything I can for you.
Anything at all," Sheila said.

"You didn't put me through it. You helped me get it out. And what you
can do for me.... is *love* me.. *really love* me....Whenever we make
love... make *real love*. Okay?" Theresa asked.

"You've got it. I promise, with all my heart. I won't even have to
try... because I really love you," Sheila said, kissing her softly.

"Mmm, that's nice," Theresa said. She pulled away and then crawled into
bed. Cindy crawled in with her and Theresa cuddled to her. Her eyes
open. Sheila almost sprinted to the kitchen and put on the kettle. She
hadn't bargained for the story she'd heard. 'Jesus... ' she thought to
herself, 'that girl needs real love. And mountains of it. It's a damn
good thing she met John when she did.'

She searched the bar and found a bottle of spiced rum. Then rummaged
though the cupboards for some brown sugar and some spices. The kettle
started to whistle and she first poured a little bit in a large mug
over the spices and let them soak while she got out some butter. She
mixed up a batch of batter, combining the spices with the butter and
the brown sugar. When she was satisfied with the mix, she put a large
table spoon of it into the mug and added half a mug of boiling water,
then she added a goodly amount of the rum and then topped it off with
the water, and a little pat of butter.

She tasted it. It was perfect. She made a second one and then carried
them down to the bedroom, holding some plastic container covers over
them to keep in as much of the rum fumes as she could. Theresa was
still laying wide eyed against Cindy, she shivered a bit despite
Cindy's attempts to warm her and comfort her.

"Here, just what the doctor ordered. I made you one too, Cindy," Sheila
said, handing the steaming mugs over. The girls sipped at them
tentatively.

"God, that's good!" Theresa said.

"It's great, Thanks," said Cindy, "You know, for a wonderful, classy
lady that I know you to be, you're a bit of a mess." Sheila realized
what Cindy was talking about. She was still nude. Her hair straggly
around her head. She blushed and ran her fingers back in a vain attempt
to spruce herself up. "The part that amazes me, is that you're still so
adorable," Cindy said.

"She is, isn't she!" Theresa said.

"Uh... " Sheila blushed.

"Can we keep her?" Theresa asked.

"I think so... if she wants us to," Cindy said.

"More than anything on earth," Sheila said, climbing in beside the
girls and hugging them.

"On one condition," Cindy said.

"Anything," Sheila said.

"That you go back and make yourself one of these. If it's going to put
us out, I want to sleep with *both my women*," Cindy chuckled.

"Back in a flash!" Sheila said, climbing off the bed.

"Just a sec, That cute butt must be freezing. In the first drawer on
the left you'll find a pair of terry shorts. The drawer just to the
right has some oversized T-shirts in it. Put them on before I start
getting carnal thoughts again," Cindy teased.

"You got it," Sheila said, complying. She pulled on the clothes and
found them gratefully warmer. Then she headed back to the kitchen. She
followed Cindy's instructions and made herself a stout one. She carried
it back and happily crawled in on the other side of Theresa. Theresa
snuggled her butt back against Sheila and the three of them sipped away
at the wonderful concoctions. Theresa seemed content just to be between
them, but every now and then she shivered. Cindy and Sheila would
snuggle closer to her. Hugging her. Kissing her softly on the cheek or
forehead.

Eventually the drinks worked their magic. Theresa nodded off. Cindy
held her close to her for a long time. Then she leaned over and kissed
Sheila as gently as Mae had... with the same results. Sheila got tears
in her eyes. Cindy too. They went back to snuggling either side of
Theresa. Cindy lowered the lights. A soft rainbow just fading out on
the walls as they slipped away.

When John called an hour later, nobody heard a thing. He got the
answering machine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 43

Theresa woke first. She was snuggled between two bodies. That wasn't
unusual, but something was different. She searched her mind for what it
was. Two things emerged from her search; One of the bodies was Sheila,
not John. She snuggled back into it. The other difference was *her*.
Theresa didn't feel the same. There was no dark haze over her thoughts.
There were no areas of her mind she shied away from because they were
painful. She tested it. She called back the events she had revealed to
Cindy and Sheila. Jumping from event to event.

She found most of them distasteful at best and basically just sick.
However, now she could view them more objectively. There wasn't the
tearing hurt she had felt before whenever something triggered a memory.
She remembered clearly her state of mind when they had happened. She
remembered how her dear friend, the warm nude body before her, had
saved her life.

She kissed her softly on the cheek. Not waking her yet. Theresa thought
about her life. It had been *bad*. Now it was good. That's all she
cared about. A slight stirring behind her. A soft touch on her thigh
and Theresa rolled to greet Sheila good morning. A smile upon her lips.
Theresa's radiant smile warmed Sheila to her soul. 'God, she must be a
strong woman,' Sheila thought. When she rolled into her arms it was...
Sheila didn't have anything to compare it to, but it was wonderful. She
gently hugged the young blonde. Theresa's lips found hers and kissed
her softly.

"Good morning...love. What for breakfast?" Theresa asked.

"Mmm, I don't know... you?" Sheila asked.

"You are very welcome to me for an appetizer.. what for the main
course?" Theresa chuckled.

"Oh.. I meant what would *you* like for breakfast," Sheila said,
concerned.

"Oh, don't spoil my fun... and don't avoid things you think might be
painful for me. I feel ten million times better," Theresa said.

"Okay... I'm glad," Sheila said.

"Me too... now let's see.. Strawberries and waffles? maybe some low fat
bacon?" Theresa asked.

"Sounds divine. May I help?" Sheila asked.

"Yes... by snuggling to Cindy while I cook. I don't want her to wake
alone," Theresa said softly.

"Mmm, my pleasure," Sheila replied, honestly, but a bit squirmy.

"Why don't you make a pit stop first. I'll stay here for a bit,"
Theresa suggested.

"Thanks," Sheila said, giving her a quick kiss and gently easing out of
bed. Theresa watched her go. Admiring her sleek figure. Sometime in the
night the resemblance to her mother seemed to have slipped away. Now
she was just a lovely woman. She lay enjoying Cindy's rhythmic
breathing behind her. Sheila returned and Theresa slipped out. Kissing
her softly and hugging her a moment before she went off. Sheila slipped
back into her place. Enjoying the feeling of the lovely Brunette's
skin.

Sheila lay thinking about how much *her* life had changed in just a
short while. As painful as Theresa's story had been, she was glad she
had in some small way made it easier on the tender child.... No;
*Woman!* She well deserved the title, with full honors. She looked to
Cindy's lovely face, wondering what dark secrets it hid. And what *she*
would be like when they slipped out. Somehow Sheila sensed that Cindy
was more fragile than she seemed. A fluttering of the eyes and a deeper
breath distracted Sheila to her allotted task. She softly caressed her
shoulder as she snuggled to her. Cindy snuggled back. Something
different. Oh, Sheila, not Theresa.

"Theresa?" Cindy inquired.

"Cooking breakfast. She wanted to, I thought the routine would probably
do her good," Sheila replied.

"How is she this morning.... and Good morning," Cindy said.

"Seems very calm and.... well, smiling. And a lovely good morning to
you too," Sheila replied.

"Let me make a pit stop.. and I'll be back," Cindy said.

"Go ahead, but I'll get up too. I woke much earlier. I stayed at
Theresa's good suggestion that you not wake up alone," Sheila said.

"Mmm, that was nice of her.. and you," Cindy said.

"My *very* sincere pleasure," Sheila said, rolling out of bed.

"Let me brush my teeth and I'll properly thank you, then we'll see
who's pleasure it is," Cindy offered.

"Thanks.. I want to shower though, and my toothbrush is in my room,"
Sheila said.

"Get it. I'll shower with you, .... Please...." Cindy said. Sensing
that Cindy wanted to talk, Sheila smiled and nodded. Sheila was back in
a few minutes. She heard the bidet running, so she gave Cindy a few
moments alone. When she heard the shower turn on she entered.

"Thought you got lost," Cindy said.

"Heard that running, so I stalled a bit," Sheila said, motioning to the
bidet.

"Thanks.... If you like privacy about such things, just let us know. In
the morning this is like grand central station at times. I think I'll
talk John into adding a privacy wall around that area," Cindy said.
Sheila nodded and moved to brush her teeth. Cindy stepped into the
ample shower. Clouds of steam curling up. A moment latter Sheila
stepped in. She moved to Cindy and pulled her into her arms. Cindy
soaped Sheila's breasts and then squirmed against her, kissing her
deeply.

"So what's on your mind?" Sheila asked after a bit.

"You're pretty perceptive.... " Cindy said.

"It's not hard. You're concerned about Theresa?" Sheila asked.

"A little, but actually not. I mainly wanted to thank you for your
understanding last night," Cindy said. "God, I had no idea what she'd
been through."

"Yes... I was thinking this morning how incredibly strong she is. To
have borne that and still be able to smile at all," Sheila said.

"I think you helped her considerably," Cindy said.

"How so?" Sheila asked.

"Babe, I've been her best friend for years. She never told me half that
stuff. She just seems to naturally feel comfortable opening up to you.
I think I can understand why. You're naturally open and friendly, and
non-judgmental. You *really* listen when people talk. At least you have
with Theresa and I.... I'm not trying to mold you into the role of
confessor, just saying that I can see why people trust you," Cindy
said.

"You didn't, yesterday morning," Sheila said.

"No, that's not true. I did trust you. But I trust my instincts too.
Maybe not the same way Theresa does, but more... Well, I'm kind of
analytical. Most the time I just let things go by. But if I'm presented
with a non-sequitur, I almost *have* to ask why. It wasn't you I didn't
trust, there were just too many non-sequiturs. In trying to figure them
out, I glimpsed there were things I wasn't being told.

"I will grant both you and John this; Neither of you lied to me, or
Theresa. But you didn't tell us the *whole* truth either. I'm more
inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt in that matter. I'm
fairly certain your behavior was largely due to John's instigation,"
Cindy said.

"Damn, you're a smart lady," Sheila said.

"Please don't tell on me," Cindy chuckled.

"Not unless I'm asked," Sheila replied.

"I would expect nothing less of you... So, what shall we do today?"
Cindy asked.

"Well, I've been here two days, We've made love about eighty-seven
times and worked about two hours. Now as much as I've enjoyed myself, I
*am* getting a thousand dollars a day for this. What you'd like me to
do for that is really your business, but we really should concentrate a
little more on the fashion business," Sheila said.

"A thousand bucks, huh?" Cindy chuckled, "Let's see... I could hire you
for about a month and a half. All to myself."

Sheila chuckled, "Darling, for what you'd have in mind, I'd gladly do
it for free. But if I were to have to place a price on it, you couldn't
afford me for an hour."

"I understand... So, work it is. Boy, are you in for a surprise," Cindy
said.

"How so?"

"Because the first order of business is to scan you. That's one of the
things we're gonna have to refine. Fact is that it just makes you too
damn horny," Cindy chuckled.

"Is that bad?" Sheila asked.

"You tell me.... after you experience it. But from what you and John
have predicted, we're gonna have thousands of writhing ladies fairly
dripping on our tables," Cindy chuckled.

"Hm.. I see what you mean." Sheila said.

"You will... besides that, the thing's just too damn intimidating. I
know John designed if for practicality. But we need to soften some
edges and streamline the design a bit. Also add some safety features.
The restraints on the table are mainly for safety. If you got in the
way of some of those scanners, they could break your arm," Cindy said.

"You know... I'm not so certain you need me. You seem pretty damn savvy
about a lot of things," Sheila chuckled.

"Not so... well, I am pretty savvy, but as I understand it, your main
function is to guide us into the megabuck world," Cindy said.

"My main function, is whatever you say it is. Remember, I'm working for
you," Sheila chuckled.

"Fine... your main function is to guide us into the megabuck world.
Better yet the gigabuck world," Cindy said, mocking.

"There's a quantum difference between the two. Best I can... promise
you is the quarter to half-gigabuck area," Sheila said.

"That's a nice neighborhood. Totally adequate," Cindy said, grinning.

"Okay.. just to give you an idea of what we're talking about... Say you
charge five thousand dollars for the scan, and a thousand for each
outfit. Now each customer buys two outfits minimum. That's seven
thousand dollars per customer. Divide two-hundred-fifty million by
seven thousand and you get ..... roughly thirty-six thousand customers
and must produce seventy two thousand outfits. Now it would take a
minimum of twenty machines working night and day, every day of the year
to make them," Sheila said.

"That's all?" Cindy said.

"Call it thirty, to take up the down slack from setup and unload time.
But it would take several *hundred* salons to actually make it to
*that* level. Because *nobody* is going to come in to be scanned at
three A.M.," Sheila said.

"That still doesn't sound like much," Cindy said.

"Consider the logistics of operating two-hundred different salons: One:
personnel. They must be scrupulously checked out, every single one of
them. One bad occurrence of an operator drooling over a customer's
privates and your business is down the tubes. Two: Design to insure
privacy for the customers. That includes transportation and storage of
thirty-six thousand mannequins a year. The mannequins look exactly like
the customer and must be treated with the same degree of privacy, or
almost. The storage facilities must be secure and guarded. Guards must
be bonded. The last thing we need is the National Inquirer taking
photos of a famous person's mannequin.

"The same holds true of the data. Anybody who got hold of the data
could start turning out Farah Fawcett love dolls, true to life ones.
Three: Materials storage and supply. What's the world production of the
chemicals you use, how will it be affected by political climate change?
Four: Maintenance on equipment and facilities. Finding and keeping
qualified, reputable persons. Five: Two hundred different sets of
zoning regulations, business licenses and local ordinances to deal
with. Six: Environmental concerns. What's the environmental effect of
the gasses produced by your process? Seven: Health concerns. What's the
effect of your product against the skin of albinos? What will it be
over twenty years? What will the cumulative effect be on your
operators? And that's just for starters," Sheila concluded.

"Oh..." Cindy said, "Maybe not so trivial. Perhaps we can operate one?"

"You *can* operate two-hundred. I'm just telling you it will take a
while to get there. Fact is that when you get that big, you'll spend
most of your time over-seeing regional directors, who will oversee area
managers, who will oversee salon managers. You'll be at least ten
levels above your customer. And that's a danger in itself. You lose
touch with their needs and desires. You lose touch with how they're
being treated. You'll be spending most your time stomping fires,
attending new salon openings, side stepping charities who want a chunk
of your wealth and answering to stock holders who aren't happy they
aren't rich overnight," Sheila said.

"Well... I think we'd better continue this in the kitchen. And go over
all you just said for Theresa too," Cindy said. They dried and did
their hair, then Cindy selected what they would wear.

"I *did* bring clothes, you know," Sheila stated.

"Stuffy, business type, uncomfortable stuff," Cindy teased.

"Not so. You should see my string bikini," Sheila demurred.

"I intend to, and you should see my skintight body suit with a print of
Theresa's skin on it. But around here we like comfort. Get used to it,"
Cindy said.

"Theresa's skin?" Sheila asked, puzzled.

"Yes, she has one with a print of my skin on it. Right down to the
pubic hair. We could make you one with a print of John's skin on it,
but the right parts wouldn't stick out when viewed from the side,"
Cindy chuckled.

"Maybe not, but how about a swimsuit with sky-blue inserts on the
sides, which make a woman look much slimmer when viewed at the right
angle?" Sheila said.

"Keep thinking like that. We need to write this all down," Cindy said,
pulling on her terry top slippers and handing a new pair over to
Sheila.

"Better yet, I'll bring my laptop," Sheila said, slipping on the
slippers. She liked them. They found Theresa drinking coffee in the
kitchen, a stack of waffles and all the fixings laid out.

"Sorry, love. I dragged her into the shower and we got talking," Cindy
offered, bending to kiss her love.

"No problem... Just sat down myself," Theresa replied, hugging her
friend a bit longer.

Sheila sat down and looked about, "God, I'm gonna miss all this great
food when you two are too busy to cook."

"What's she talking about?" Theresa asked Cindy.

"Our lovely Sheila has been outlining for me what making a quarter
billion dollars a year entails," Cindy replied, helping herself to the
food.

"A quarter BILLION did you say?" Theresa asked, her jaw drooping.

"Yup... Maybe half," Cindy replied.

"That's gross sales, your actual earnings will be considerably less,
around thirty to fifty million or so," Sheila said, rolling her eyes
over the strawberries, whipped cream and waffles.

"We'll make more per year than John gets total from the lottery?"
Theresa asked.

"That's the neighborhood I'm shooting for," Sheila told her. "That gets
your product to just a fraction of a percent of the potential market in
the U.S. alone. That's just two hundred top notch salons spread out in
most major cities. Working their little buns off to keep up."

"Is she funnin' us?" Theresa asked.

"Nope. I do believe the lady's serious," Cindy chuckled.

"So... how do we build this...... empire?" Theresa asked.

"First thing is to strip this lady nude and make her all hot and
drippy," Cindy chuckled.

"Oh... well, we can do that," Theresa said, letting Sheila know with
her eyes that she meant it.

"I mean scan her. Then we make her a complete wardrobe. Right down to
the stuff you'll want to rip off with your teeth," Cindy said.

"I want to rip what she has *on*, off with my teeth... But I get your
drift. Will she model it all for us?" Theresa asked.

"You got it," Sheila said, polishing off her last bite.

"*This*, should be *a lot* of fun," Theresa said, leering at Sheila.

"No time like the present," Sheila said, standing.

"An eager beaver," Cindy chuckled.

"And a cute one too," Theresa said.

"And tasty too," Cindy carried on.

"Come on... who gets to unwrap me?" Sheila said.

"Bring the coffee, Cindy. I volunteer for this job," Theresa chuckled.

"Yes, boss," Cindy said.

"Why do you call her that?" Sheila asked.

"She *is* my boss. I'm her assistant cook.... I think I might just be
in for a raise though. She gets all the good jobs," Cindy said. Theresa
led Sheila into the lab. She turned to her and pulled her into a deep
kiss.

"Just to warm you up," she said.

"It worked....Not much on to take off, I'm afraid," Sheila said,
looking at her T-shirt and shorts.

"It's not quantity, it's quality that counts," Theresa said, slowly
lifting Sheila's shirt.

"I was wondering... could we weave support into tops? Built in bras and
such?" Sheila asked.

"Sure, just a matter of density... Did Cindy tell you about the bullet
proofing?" Theresa asked, lifting the shirt off and tossing it aside.
Her hands slid slowly back over Sheila's breasts.

"Bullet proofing?" Sheila asked.

"Yeah, ever hear of Kevlar?" Theresa asked, hooking her thumbs in
Sheila's waist band.

"Some kind of plastic?" Sheila asked.

"Some incredible, unrippable kind of plastic. They use it to make
bullet proof vests. We can weave mats of the stuff, and overlap about
three of them so the seams aren't in line. Then we spin an outfit over
the stuff, actually, over and under the stuff. Anyway, you end up with
a form fitting, sexy bullet proof dress. We figured to sell one to
every first lady in the whole world," Theresa explained.

"No kidding...It will really stop a bullet?" Sheila asked.

"No kidding. It would bruise like hell, maybe crack some ribs, but it
wouldn't penetrate. John made one for me. We put it on my mannequin and
set it up on one of the unused floors and shot at it from behind a
mattress for safety. It ripped the outside fabric, but didn't go in.
The mattress was a good idea. The bullets mostly ricocheted off to the
sides. He shot all of a fully loaded revolver at it. Didn't penetrate
once," Theresa said. She slid Sheila's shorts slowly down, sinking to
her knees... pausing to consider the sight before her. She pushed them
to the floor and Sheila stepped out of them. Theresa moved forward a
bit and kissed Sheila inside her hip bones, just beneath her navel.
Then stood and kissed her lips once more.

"Did I miss the unveiling? Oh damn," Cindy said, carrying the coffee
tray.

"A short, but satisfying show," Theresa said, releasing Sheila.

"Okay, babe. Into the mad scientist's chair.... just think of the
gynecologist. Only worse," Theresa chuckled. Sheila climbed aboard and
the girls strapped her down. Each kissing her reassuringly.

"Why don't you try a flight, Theresa? You know how," Cindy suggested.

"Sure... if I don't amputate a tit. That would be a shame," Theresa
said, seriously.

"Not physically possible, unless she sits up," Cindy warned.

"I get the point. Cindy said it would break my arm and now I hear it
could amputate a tit. We definitely need to make this less
intimidating," Sheila said, warily.

"Okay... where's the go button?... Oh, this one I think," Theresa said,
poking the computer. The machine started up.

"Don't let her fool you. She scanned John for practice and didn't rip
off his toy. He was walking again within a month," Cindy said.

"Thanks, I feel *so* much better...." Sheila said as an arm passed over
her head, it reversed and repeated its movement.

"No talking while it's over your face," Cindy added. "It looses track
and has to redo." Sheila remained quiet as the arm passed over.

"This isn't so bad," she said finally.

"Just wait for them damn personal probes," Theresa chuckled.

"Want to go for a swim, Theresa? The machine can do it *pretty* good by
itself," Cindy teased.

"Don't you *dare* leave me alone with this.... thing," Sheila gasped.

"Just teasing, love. Here comes the fun part, part A," Cindy said.

"Feels kind of nice really and...... oh my," Sheila gasped.

"Precisely. And if it doesn't get a good reading it keeps right on
probing those areas that made you squirm and give it bad readings,"
Theresa chuckled.

"OH....MY...." Sheila said.

"Maybe we could just sell scanners for marital aids. Not record any
numbers," Theresa chuckled.

"God, I've known women who weren't this good," Sheila gasped between
clenched teeth. The arms moved aside.

"Okay... time to flip, now it *really* gets fun," Cindy said.

"Can I have a moment to regroup?" Sheila asked.

"Nope. Changes in water distribution by the lymph system based upon
your state of arousal. Or so John said, I think he just liked torturing
us," Cindy chuckled. She released the straps and Sheila kissed her
hard.

"Thank you, but you'll find outside stimulation just makes it worse.
Theresa and I were speculating about showing land fill management
training tapes to the customers to help distract them," Cindy said.
Sheila turned over and Cindy strapped her down once more, admiring her
cute ass. Despite what she had said, she drew her finger tips over it.

"*That* was no machine," Sheila chuckled.

"Yes, and precisely what you said would shut us down if one of our
operators felt the urge. I can see what you meant," Cindy said. She
nodded to Theresa who started the second phase. The optical scanners
ran once more, then came the gross reference wheels followed by the
fine resolvers.

"That's quite pleasant and...... What the hell? That is damn
personal... OH MY GOD!" Sheila gasped, passing though the same stages
the girls had endured previously. Sheila was fighting against the
straps. Gritting her teeth, trying very hard *not* to move. She wasn't
successful. Suddenly she cried out and her body convulsed. The machine
was patient. It waited just long enough for her to remain relatively
still and then had at her again.

Cindy and Theresa were shocked. They had gotten excited, but hadn't
climaxed. They had just wanted to, really badly. Each time the machine
would near conclusion, Sheila would convulse again. Her breath became
ragged in her throat. Cindy moved over and held a hand which Sheila
grasped hard as she climaxed yet again.

"Theresa, better switch to a grosser average, I don't want to kill
her," Cindy said, seriously.

"No... please.. let it be..." Sheila gasped.

"Okay... Ever see Barbarella? Remember the orgasmatron?" Cindy asked.

"I think so... kind of a dumb movie," Theresa said.

"I think John's duplicated it... and Sheila's his Barbarella. She broke
the orgasmatron..." Cindy chuckled. Sheila responded with yet another
contraction. Cindy did her best to comfort her, it only made it
worse.... or better depending on point of view. It took a fair bit
longer than normal.... Finally the computer signaled completion and the
arms all moved aside.

"You want to draw straws to see who gets to unleash her?" Cindy asked
Theresa.

"Naw, you go ahead," Theresa said, "I'm a scaredy cat." Cindy rolled
her eyes and released Sheila's wrist straps. The result was much as
expected.

Sometime later Cindy remarked, "Just glad we put this couch in here.
That floor is just too hard and cold."

"So... see our problem?" Theresa asked.

"Uh... " said Sheila.

"Oh my, we're back to grunts... Walk her to the pool or carry her?"
Theresa chuckled.

"We could open the traps all the way down, but I don't think the pools
deep enough. Might hurt," Cindy mused.

"How about we fire up the winch and lower her?" Theresa asked.

"I think the wench is fired up enough." Cindy chuckled.

"No... I'm.... okay..." Sheila said, slowly sitting up.

"Coffee?" Theresa asked, pouring anyway.

"Please," Sheila begged.

"We *did* warn you, but Theresa and I didn't *go off* anywhere near
that bad. We just wanted to rape the world," Cindy chuckled.

"I don't think it's legal to have our customers doing that. The vice
squad would shut us down," Theresa said, seriously.

"God....my deluxe multi- D-Cell vibrator is like a Volkswagen bug
compared to that Ferrari," Sheila said, sipping gratefully at the
coffee.

"I can't imagine how she'd react to the advanced scanning," Theresa
said.

"Not sure I'd want to be around... I want to live a while longer,"
Cindy said.

"Advanced scanning?" Sheila asked, fire in her eyes. The girls were
kind of scared by the look.

"Ya... Yes," Cindy stuttered, "I told you. We can make a *very* deluxe
love toy for someone's spouse. The advanced scanning takes molds of the
vaginal and anal cavities. Only it's hot. I mean *physically* hot. And
it gets pumped in until *every* cubic centimeter is *completely*
filled. You think the surface probe got you hot.... " Cindy shivered.

"Can we do that before I leave?" Sheila asked, sheepishly.

"Oh... I don't know. Maybe the vaginal cavity... but I don't trust
myself with the flip side. You have to watch the pressure real close. A
blowout would be a *bad* thing. Probably put you in the hospital with a
hell of an explanation to come up with," Cindy said.

"John was working with some better software routines for that, but they
haven't been tested on a person yet," Theresa said.

"Well, if it's doable, I'd like to leave a present.. for John. If you
girls don't mind that is," Sheila said. Cindy chuckled and looked to
Theresa, who shrugged.

"Naw, we don't mind. We both figure he'll get to you eventually
anyway," Cindy said.

"Well... It's just that... Well, we didn't do it. And I wanted to so
bad. It would just be... oh ... I would just like the... I want to know
that he might get to know how I feel, inside," Sheila said,
embarrassed.

"I understand... I think. Fact is that I've *done* his mannequin. It
was so real I couldn't believe it," Cindy said.

"Uh... Sheila... Would you be interested in trying out John before you
actually do it for real?" Theresa asked.

"Huh? How?" Sheila asked. Cindy smiled and moved to John's mannequin.
She turned it around and pulled down its shorts. Sheila's jaw dropped
and she got a real hungry, yearning look in her eyes.

"Well, I think that answers *that* question," Theresa chuckled.

"Help me get it to the sofa before she starts climbing up the legs,"
Cindy said. The girls lifted the mannequin down. Sheila's eyes never
left it as they carried it to the wide sofa and laid it out. "For
comparison's sake, you'll find the upper side a just a shade rougher,
but it's not unpleasant and the dimensions are exactly the same," Cindy
said. Sheila's eyes were riveted to the image before her. Theresa took
her hand and led her over it.

"Let me help get things started," Cindy said, caressing her thighs. She
bent and licked Sheila's clitoris. Working her fingers between her
labia. She began to work her natural lubricants to the opening,
transferring some to the end of the realistic foam penis. Theresa
kissed Sheila deeply while her fingers caressed her breasts, teasing
the nipples.

Sheila moaned, looking down, fixated upon the image beneath her. Cindy
couldn't get adequate lube to the replica, so she bent and licked it.
Thinking how real it really was. When Sheila began to quiver the girls
positioned her over the mannequin's pelvis. Cindy positioned the end
against her vulva and moved it back and forth between the lips. Picking
up more lubricant along the surface. Then she positioned the end
against the opening of the vagina.

Sheila's eyes closed as she slowly lowered herself upon it. Feeling it
penetrate her. Imagining, easily, that it was really John. Her hands
moved over the chest, finding the nipples and teasing them just like it
really was him. She lowered herself a slow inch at a time. Her breath
catching in her throat. A moan of delight escaping from her lips. She
lowered herself all the way down. Seating the replica against her
cervix. Then continuing until her thighs touched "his".

A growling moan seemed to build from the bottom of her lungs. A
tingling feeling inside grew to a quiver and then into a hard
convulsion, pushing the air from her lungs in a long, deep howl as her
body convulsed hard, again and again. Her head whipping around and
jerking like a paddle ball on a string. She fell forward as her hips
began violently thrusting downwards.

The girls kissed behind her back as their fingertips caressed her sides
and ass. They found the whole thing terribly erotic. Cindy's finger
slipped under Theresa's shirt and up over her breasts. Theresa set her
attention upon Sheila's back and sides. Sheila began to settle in to a
rhythm. Remembering her own first experience with the mannequin, Cindy
moved around behind Sheila and grabbed under the thighs of the replica.
Timing it just right, she began to pull up on the thighs just as Sheila
stroked downwards.

A sudden cry and another series of strong contractions told Cindy she
had accomplished her intended purpose. She continued lifting the
mannequin in time with Sheila's down strokes. Sheila was going wild.
Her head swinging side to side, flipping her hair around. Her breath
came in ragged gasps, punctuated by moaning cries when her body
convulsed. Picking up speed, she drove herself mercilessly downwards
upon the realistic penis. Ramming it into her cervix almost every
stroke. Then suddenly her breath stopped and she drove down hard. Her
body began to shake down to the ends of every limb. Contractions of her
abdomen held a constant grip. She screamed like a wounded animal and
fell forward, inert.

"I think we should move her," Cindy said. "If she wakes up like that,
we may never get any work done."

"I agree... Because I think the first time she wakes up with him inside
her... it really ought to be him," Theresa said, softly caressing
Sheila's quivering back. Cindy reached down and pulled the foam penis
from within her. It was slick with Sheila juices. Without thought, she
dipped her head and licked it clean. They carefully pulled Sheila off
to the side and then re-hung the mannequin. Cindy pulled it's shorts
back onto it and then joined Theresa, softly caressing Sheila's body.

Sheila suddenly shook in a kind of Grand Mal seizure... Then she
breathed easier. Theresa moved behind her and kind of lifted her up
against her, caressing her softly. She bent and kissed her forehead.
Cindy flashed upon Theresa's story the previous evening... but said
nothing. She just moved to her friend's side and kissed her softly on
the cheek. Theresa turned to her and kissed her deeply. Cindy let her
fingers roam as they softly traced little circles upon Sheila's breasts
and side. Her arm around her friend. Slowly Sheila's eyelids fluttered
open. Her hands each moved over one of the girls and she squoze them
softly.

"You two have been experiencing that... only for real? God, I envy
you," Sheila said, quietly.

"Your time will come..." Cindy said in reply. Sheila spun in Theresa's
lap and she was hugging them both fiercely. Her head buried between
them as she heaved a great sob. Both girls turned and kissed her on the
cheek.

"My turn to cook, what for lunch?" Cindy asked. Sheila didn't answer.
Her mind far away from food. She was overwhelmed by the generosity of
the two adorable women in her arms. She just hugged them for a long
time.

"I saw her mouth move once...afterwards," Theresa said, "so I know she
can speak."

"How can you.....Why would you..... god.... share him.... with me..?"
she said.

"I told you, I want what my man wants. And he wants you. Now that I've
gotten to know you better, I can't help but admire his taste," Cindy
replied.

Theresa jumped in, "Besides... I'm going off to college. If I meet a
decent man to have kids with, I probably won't be back except to visit.
Cindy's going to need a chum. I can't think of a better one... You
know, John's getting older. He's not up to sex more than four times a
day. We had to practice with him lots to get him there. Somebody's got
to keep Cindy satiated so she doesn't kill him prematurely," Theresa
chuckled.

"Don't go getting us wrong. If John tried to show up with another woman
we'd chase her off with a cattle prod. It's not just anybody that we're
willing to share with.... It's you. I for one think you're worth
sharing with. Besides that, I want you too. For myself," Cindy said,
caressing her. "Come on Theresa, why don't you show her how to string
up the casting frame. I'm going to make lunch," Cindy concluded. Sheila
grabbed her around the neck and kissed her deeply. Quivering all the
while.

"Thank you...both of you," Sheila said, turning to Theresa to offer the
same thanks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 44

Theresa strung up the twisted steel cables between the anchor points,
adding turnbuckles where needed. John had pre-made the cables in sets,
torching each end so it wouldn't fray. She strung the cross bars at the
hips and shoulders, explaining how they eliminated four cables.
Pointing out the first Cindy model. Sheila nodded. Her eyes drifting
back to the John mannequin.

"Pay attention, sweets. 'Cause these have to be tight. Otherwise it
will make a saggy woman. And we don't want that, do we?" Theresa
chuckled.

"Sorry. You'll never know how much that meant to me," Sheila said.

"Oh... I think I do. As you were doing it, I was remembering the first
time I lowered myself upon John, while he was asleep. He was the first
man I *wanted* to make love with. And he wouldn't do it, so I did. It
wasn't very ethical of me, but I didn't know what ethics were then. I
don't think I'm sorry for it. In a way this all started by my doing
that. John might still be a hermit living in the desert if I hadn't,"
Theresa said.

"Well, I'm glad you did," Sheila said.

"Come on, let's get you made," Theresa said, checking the chemicals and
moving to the computer. She was about to start the process, when she
turned to Sheila.

"Uh... when we were playing with Cindy's toy, you did say that *my*
side fit you better?" she asked.

"Well... it felt closer. Damn near exact," Sheila replied. "Why?"

"Well, I was just thinking... How about we plug my measurements into
your body.... It might not be exact, but as you say, real close. Unless
you want to wait?" Theresa asked.

"That would be great. You know how to do that?" Sheila asked.

"Well, let's see.... call in my image, like so. Pick view location
below skin... Goodness, do I look like that inside? Anyway, take cursor
and highlight area...... Hm... have to go point to point at the
opening.... Okay....now copy. Back to your image... paste. Oops. not
there.... but that might be fun....having one behind your navel....
let's see... grab paste and move.......... about there.. now fine move
to match opening... like so?" Theresa asked.

"Looks right to me... maybe tipped a bit back..." Sheila said.

"Okay... yaw... how much? Want oriental heritage? No? Say when... Okay.
Better? Now back to me... Backside. Same thing." Theresa completed the
task. Sheila nodding in satisfaction. "Okey dokie... just a sec. Where
did John put that... Ah," Theresa said, adding a little something to
the wire frame. "Now tell the computer that that is there... where did
John put that.... here? No... here! Okay, it will map around it...
rather come at it from a different angle and map inside..... Gosh. I
never used to talk like this," Theresa said.

"I think that you and Cindy both have an excellent vocabulary.. you can
be downright eloquent when you want to be," Sheila said.

"Fucking-A rights we can... Okay ready?" Theresa chuckled.

"Go fer it," Sheila said, chuckling..

"Gone," Theresa said, starting the process. This time the computer
started at the anchor points. Centering its bearings. It precisely
located cross bars and the extra package. Then the spray arms came out.
"This part stinks. Hit that switch over there, will ya? It will suck
out most of it. It will take awhile, so let's go get some dinner,"
Theresa said.

"In a minute... kiss me?" Sheila asked.

"Anytime!" Theresa said, going for it.

"Thanks," Sheila said.

"Anytime!" Theresa repeated. Sheila recovered her clothes and they went
off to dinner. Just as they walked in the kitchen the phone rang.

"I'll take it," Cindy said.

"Be gentle with him," Theresa asked.

"Like mink wrapped round a mace," Cindy replied. "Hello."

"Hi sweets, where were you last night?" John asked.

"Last night? You called?" Cindy asked.

"About eight your time," John said.

"Oh... Sheila made us all hot buttered rums. They knocked us out pretty
good. We had a pretty full day," Cindy said, fighting to keep her voice
even.

"Really? What did you do?" John asked.

"Well.... First off, we talked to Sheila about you and her in San
Francisco. I don't think she left anything out," Cindy said, clearly
angry.

"Uh....San Francisco?" John asked.

"Don't feed me that Mr. Innocent crap. I said; I don't think she left
anything out. She's a *very* honest lady," Cindy said.

John sighed, "So now what?"

"So now you've got at least two and maybe three *very* pissed off
ladies to deal with. John, Why the hell didn't you just tell us what
you wanted instead of this clandestine bullshit?" Cindy spat.

"I... I didn't think you and Theresa would take to kindly to it," John
said.

"Maybe not, but you owed us the respect to tell us the truth," Cindy
said.

"The truth,............ is that I thought she was perfect for your
company, I didn't expect to like her so much myself. I though that if
you and Theresa met her first... well... you'd like her too," John
said.

"I agree. She is perfect for the company and we do like her. That's
*not* the fucking point. The point is that you wanted her. I don't
blame you for that, she's adorable. What I don't like is being
deceived," Cindy hissed.

"I'm sorry about that.. I was wrong," John said.

"Well it's getting to be a habit. And I for one don't like it a bit,"
Cindy said, forcing herself to calm down.

"Habit?" John asked.

"The fucking cameras!" Cindy reminded him.

"I explained about them," John said.

"After the fact, like you're doing now. John.... I love you dearly. But
if you pull this kind of stunt again... I don't know. I don't want to
leave you.. But if you force me to, I will," Cindy cried.

"I don't want that either. I love you too. Please... I'm sorry about
Sheila. I'll stay away from her. I just don't want to lose you," John
said.

"You won't have to do that. She'll be staying... after she goes back
and ties up her affairs. I'm not going anywhere and neither is Theresa.
I'm just god damned mad. Theresa's hurt. You can work out with Sheila
how she feels about it. We'll see you Monday, don't call till then,"
Cindy said, breaking the connection.

"Hell, you only swung the mace around a bit, hardly hit him more than
forty-three times," said Theresa.

"Why did you tell him that about me?" Sheila asked.

"I didn't lie. I didn't tell him you were pissed off at him. I just did
the same damn thing to him. I skirted the truth. Let him sweat for
awhile," Cindy said, smugly.

"Remind me never to piss you off," Sheila chuckled.

"Let's eat," Cindy said.

John stared at the phone. It could have been much worse, he reasoned.
He could have lost Cindy and Theresa too. A shiver ran though him.
'Time to change your act, John,' he thought. He sat back drinking a
scotch water. The room was littered with packages. He had been out to a
whole bunch of fashion houses. He thought that maybe the best way for
the girls to get a feel for the fashion world, was for him to buy them
each a new wardrobe. Including things they probably wouldn't wear for
years. Evening dresses, business suits and such. That day had been a
lot of fun. He reflected upon it.

He'd entered one of the salons and a snooty blonde had looked up and
snapped, "Yes, what do you want?"

"I'd like to look at some of your fashions," John said.

"I doubt you could afford them. We cater to the *upper* class," she
said, turning back to her schedule. John looked at her a moment. It was
obvious she was dismissing him. He opened his wallet and took out a
platinum credit card.

"Here, run this," John said. The blonde took it, looking at him in a
slightly different light.

"Wait here, I'll be back. Don't go anywhere while I check this," she
commanded him. John bided his time, seething under a calm exterior. The
blonde came back all contrite, "Yes, Mr. Stevens, we'll deal with you.
If you'll follow me I've arranged a showing."

"Thank you, may I have my card please?" John asked.

"Yes, of course, I was just going to hold it for your purchases... But
if you'd rather?" she said, making no move to return it.

"I would rather, yes," John said. She shrugged and handed the card
back. Turning, she led him into a showing room.

"What may we show you?" she asked.

"Evening wear, dresses. Pant suits. Business wear, high end," John
said.

"And perhaps some high end lingerie as well?" the blonde offered. John
shrugged. "If you'll just sit here. The girls are getting dressed now,"
she said. John sat, the blonde left him alone. After a few minutes,
lovely models who were too damn skinny began to parade by in various
outfits. The blonde came back and described the outfits, naming price
first.

Occasionally John would say, "I like that." The blonde would scribble
something on a pad. Eventually the lingerie came by. John was
unimpressed. Thinking that Cindy in her body suit beat anything they
had in the way of models or outfits.

He did say, "That's nice," to one or two. Then the blonde turned to
him.

"Now, if you could supply us with measurements, then we can place your
order," she said.

"Order?" John asked.

"The ones you liked. I presumed you'd be ordering them," the blonde
said.

"Is the manager in? I'd like to deal with him or her personally," John
said.

"Yes, of course, but our prices are *never* discounted," she said,
snootily.

"None the less," John said, waiting.

"Very well, wait here," she said, leaving. After a few minutes, a very
well dressed man came in, with the blonde following behind.

"Yes, Mr. Stevens. I am Mr. Moore. How may I serve you?" he said.

"Well... excuse me. Miss, what was the total on the outfits I expressed
an *interest* in?" John asked. The blonde glanced at her notes and
jotted a few figures.

"Sixteen thousand, seven hundred eighty three dollars plus alterations
and taxes," she replied.

"Thank you. Now... Mr. Moore. I wanted you to know exactly how I felt.
I walked in here with the intention of buying. This woman wouldn't give
me the time of day until I handed her my Platinum Credit card. I have
been treated shoddily from the moment I walked in. I was told what to
do. She did not introduce herself. I was offered no refreshment. I was
left waiting alone. She made assumptions about what I would purchase.

"On the whole I find this establishment, as represented by this woman,
totally offensive. Had I been treated with the *slightest bit* of
respect, I would have purchased *every* outfit I saw. But now, I will
make no purchase here at all. Good manners should not have a price
limit placed upon them. Now, I suspect you wish to have a few words
with this woman, so I will take my leave. Good day, sir," John said.
The blonde had turned white as a ghost. Mr. Moore nodded his head as
John spoke, the anger welling up inside him.

"I quite understand, Mr. Stevens. Should you choose to return in the
future, I can guarantee you better treatment," Mr. Moore said, looking
at the blonde, who was almost trembling.

"Perhaps I will... but I can't help but wonder how many other
customers, or potential customers have been treated in this manner.
Good Day," John said. He turned and walked out. Later in the day John
happened to be passing back by, his arms laden with packages from
another salon. He glanced in an found a crying blonde cleaning out her
desk. Mr. Moore standing behind her. He nodded at John. John smiled
back.

Later, John had suddenly figured out that the salons would deliver his
purchases to his hotel for him. A good thing as he had lots of them. He
was going to have to ship them separately. He cringed at the value of
them. Shortly after he had walked in the second salon, he was given the
white glove treatment, and at every subsequent salon. Either they were
much different than the first, or Mr. Moore must have made a few phone
calls, after he left. He strongly suspected the latter. He couldn't
help but speculate that if the girls made it a policy that every
customer be treated with the utmost respect, that they couldn't help
but clean house on the fashion world.

Once again he looked around the hotel room. Way too much to deal with
at the airport. He lifted the phone and rang the desk, asking for a
bonded delivery service to pack them up and ship them separately. The
clerk assured him that it would be taken care of if he would just
supply a shipping address. John flipped open his laptop and read off
the Helicopter services address.

"Yes, sir. I will personally oversee it myself. They will be waiting
for you when you return," the clerk assured him.

"Thank you," John said, and hung up the phone. Now that was the way
that service should be handled... he thought, but the hotel had already
run his card. Rather than being impressed by the service he'd gotten
since he'd come into his money, he was angry that he hadn't gotten that
same service beforehand. What had happened to the world? He got up and
put his coat on. He felt like walking.

He headed down the street from his hotel, declining an offer to call
him a cab, the bellman with his hand out. John continued to walk. A few
blocks from his hotel he ended up in a district a little less
haughty... and safe. Thinking his coat and mannerisms marked him as an
outsider, he chose a bar. A small piano bar, not very full. Couples out
for drinks before the show. Business men who weren't yet finished with
business. A call girl awaiting her pager. John sat on the end of the
bar. The bartender came over.

"A single malt, rocks," John ordered. The bartender raised one eyebrow
and made his drink.

"Six bucks," he said, putting it in front of John.

"Start me a tab?" John asked.

"Plastic?" asked the bartender.

"Never mind. Here," John said, handing him a twenty.

"Sorry, house rules," the bartender said, making change.

"Not your fault. I'm just a little touchy about it tonight. I seem to
get great good service *after* people know I can afford it," John said.

"I know what you mean," said the bartender, "It bugs me too."

"What ever happened to the days of wash your windows and check under
the hood for 35 cents a gallon?" John asked.

"Not a big enough profit margin, I guess," said the bartender.

"Is that what it all boils down to? Profit margin?" John asked. The
bartender shrugged and went to fill an order. There was a cute barmaid
with an attitude and an older, more humble one who had to be nice to
make her tips. John watched them work around the bar. The cute attitude
won hands down over the older one. Why? The cute one acted like the
world owed her, her tips just for letting it watch her. Hardly a shrug
over her tips. The older one gave superb service with a smile. Thanking
her customers for the smallest tip. That sucks, thought John.

"How does the tip system work here? Do you pool the tips and divide
them, or does everybody just keep what they get?" John asked the
bartender when he came back.

"Everybody just keeps what they get," replied the bartender, wandering
away again so he wouldn't have to talk to John. John finished his drink
in one large swallow. He tipped the bartender two bucks. He caught the
older barmaid on his way out and laid a hundred dollar bill on her
tray.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't cash that," she apologized.

"No need, it's a tip," John said.

"What for? I didn't even serve you," she said, flabbergasted.

"For calling me sir. You deserve it," he said, walking away.

Almost to the door, the cute one, who had witnessed the transaction
caught John's arm, "What about me?"

"You didn't serve me," John answered, pulling back his arm.

"Neither did she," she said.

"I was rewarding her, because she was giving excellent service to
everyone she served. You, did absolutely nothing for me," John said.

"Fuck You," the barmaid said.

"I think that perhaps it was *you,* who got fucked," John said, walking
out the door. The older barmaid pocketed the bill. It would make her
rent for her. The cute one shot daggers at her with her eyes. John
wandered aimlessly. He came across an area where a bunch of straggly
looking kids milled about. The guys trying to hustle the girls. The
girls reminded John very much of Theresa when he first met her. He was
naturally inclined towards helping them. One separated herself from the
flock and approached John.

"Sir? Can you spare any change? I haven't eaten in a while," she asked.
John looked at her a moment. The others seemed to drift away, thinking
him to be a cop or something.

"I'll tell you what. I'll give you a couple of bucks, or buy you
dinner, a big one. Which would you prefer?" John asked.

"I ain't in that kind of business, I just want to eat," the girl told
him.

"I wasn't looking for that kind of action. That diner on the corner,
any good?" John asked.

"There's a better one a block over," the girl said.

"Your choice, your turf. Just don't get me rolled," John said. The girl
looked at him suspiciously, but her hunger won out.

"Okay.. the next one. But I'm really not out for anything else," the
girl told him.

"Neither am I," John said, "Lead on." She actually led him to a better
lit area. The diner was clean, the food smelled good. John selected a
booth and slid in one side. The girl slid into the other, still eyeing
him suspiciously. John pulled a menu from the end holder and handed it
to her.

"Anything you want," he said, picking up a menu himself.

"Anything?" she asked.

"Anything... But I'd pick something you like rather than picking by
price. If you want more, we can order more," John said, scanning the
menu.

"Why are you doing this?" the girl asked, scanning her own menu.

"Well.... about a year ago I met a girl who was in much the same
situation as yourself. I helped her out. Now she's a very dear friend
of mine. All she really needed was a place to stay that was safe. I was
able to provide it. She's turned into quite an outstanding person.
Sometimes I think about what would have happened to her, had I not done
that. So... I guess you could call this an insurance policy for my
conscience. If I didn't do it, I would always wonder what you might end
up doing, just because you were hungry," John said.

"And what did she give you for helping her out?" the girl asked, still
suspicious.

"Her company. And eventually, many good meals. I hired her as my cook.
But I guess what you're asking, did I extract payment from her for what
I gave her? No... We did become lovers later, but it was not a
condition of her presence. It was her choice," John said.

"You expect me to believe that?" the girl asked.

"No... I don't really *care* what you believe. I don't expect I'll see
you ever again when we leave here. As I said before, I am not seeking
that sort of company. I have enough troubles with women to last me a
long while. I just don't like eating alone," John replied, choosing
what he wanted. The waitress came up, eyeing the girl suspiciously and
then John even more so.

"What can I get for you?" she asked.

"A club sandwich and black coffee for me and whatever she's having, one
ticket, keep it open," John said.

"And what will she be having?" the waitress asked.

"Ask her, I'm sure she can speak for herself," John said, disliking the
waitress a bit.

"Yes, but can she pay for herself?" she asked.

"As this is on *my* ticket, that is none of your business," John said,
evenly. The waitress turned to the girl.

The girl said, "A double cheese burger with fries, a cup of coffee,
cream and sugar." The waitress wrote their orders and then walked away.
"Thanks," the girl said.

"No problem.. it wasn't her business," John replied.

"I'm used to it. I guess I don't look too hot," the girl said.

"There's a rest room over there. That should remedy part of the problem
if you want," John said.

"They don't let us use it," the girl said.

"They don't have a choice. It's a public restaurant, we're paying
customers. It's the *law*," John said.

"They keep it locked," the girl said. John flagged the waitress.

"Yes?" she said.

"Could she have the key to the ladies room?" he said.

"We don't like to let the street kids use it," the waitress said.

"*We are paying customers*. If you do not supply the key, and *right
now*, I will personally make a special trip to the health department
tomorrow and swear out a complaint against this establishment," John
said, again evenly. The waitress went and got the key, delivering it to
the table. Then she stormed off.

"Thanks... she can be such a bitch. A... you won't leave me with the
tab?" the girl asked. John took out a twenty and handed it to her.
"No... if you'd do that, you won't. I'll be out in a bit," she said.

"Take your time... Just don't leave a mess. Perhaps they'll be more
open to you next time," John said. The girl smiled at him and headed
for the rest room. A while later the waitress brought their order.

"Hope she's worth it..." she said, snidely.

"Lady.. not that it's any of your damn business, but *all* I'm doing,
is helping the kid out. It could just as easily be you. As far as I can
see, the only difference separating your life from hers, is
circumstance. It for damn sure isn't good manners. For the most part,
those kids out there didn't choose to be in the situation they're in.
People seem to forget that," John said. The waitress seemed stunned.
Another table ready to order saved her from further discussion. She
moved off to take their order. The girl came out of the rest room,
looking much better. Her face clean, her hair combed, if still dirty.
Her hands clean. Her clothes a little straighter. She sat down and eyed
the feast.

"Dig in," John said, selecting a sandwich wedge himself. Out of the
corner of his eye, John noted that despite her hunger, the girl *was*
well mannered. She sliced her hamburger in half and took reasonably
small bites. He held back any conversation to give her a chance to eat.

After she had consumed a large portion of her meal, John asked, "So how
do you happen to be out on the street?"

"It seemed a better place than listening to my parents argue all the
time," she said.

"Where you from?" John asked.

"Pittsburgh," she replied.

"A long way from home... so what did you expect to find here?" he
asked.

"Oh... I don't know. Work, I guess. But nobody will even talk to me.
You need an address to get a job. You need a job to get an address. I
can sort of understand. Nobody wants to hire someone dirty. But I've
had no place to clean up and nothing to change in to," she said.

"Any family besides your folks?" John asked.

"None to speak of. My mom's sister, but her husband's out of work too.
They don't need me around," she replied.

"So what are you going to do?" John asked.

"I don't know. This isn't working though. Even if I got a job here, the
rent's so damn high I couldn't afford it," she replied.

"What can you do...? I'm sorry, my name is John Stevens... and yours?"
John asked.

"Sally..... Sally Thompson," she said.

"Glad to meet you, Sally," John said, offering her his hand.

"Glad to meet you, John," Sally said, wiping her fingers and shaking
his hand.

"So, Sally, what skills do you have?" John asked.

"Well, I know a little computer. I can cook. I can sew. I can empty
trash cans and can run a broom," Sally said.

"Let's concentrate on the computer part for now... Word processing?
Spread sheets?" John asked.

"Yeah, I can do both. I used to help my father out in his shop. He
sells books. He didn't have a clue. I set the whole thing up for him to
keep inventory and do his accounting," Sally said, polishing off her
fries.

"That's a good start," John said, finishing a second wedge. He didn't
want anymore. The waitress appeared as if by magic.

"Can I get you two some dessert?" she asked, pleasantly.

Sally said, "Oh gee, I don't know.. what's good?"

"We have some nice fresh Pecan Pie," the waitress said.

"Oh.. it's been so long since I had that..." Sally said.

"How about two orders. Hot with a scoop of ice cream?" John asked
Sally. She nodded, smiling. The waitress smiled and added the order to
the ticket.

"Are you through? Can I wrap that for you?" she asked John.

"Please. Thank you," John replied.

"Be right back," she said, scooping his plate and heading off to fill
the order.

"What happened to her?" Sally asked, looking after her curiously.

"Don't know, maybe she got a big tip... Would you be interested if I
could help you find a job? One good enough to pay rent here," John
asked.

Sally looked at him a moment and then said, "Sure...But how could you
help?"

"A couple of ways maybe... Is a post office box a good enough address
to get a job?" John asked.

"I guess so.. Yeah," Sally said.

"Ah... how old are you.. the truth?" John asked.

"Seventeen, last month," Sally replied.

"Driver's license?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"And you want to work?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," she replied.

"Okay... let's list your assets and define your problem: You have
computer training in small business management, a drivers license and
are willing to work. You have no address, no means of getting one, no
family to turn to. No decent clothes to wear to work and no place to
clean up. I would also assume no means of getting to work, should you
get a job, except walking of course," John summarized.

"That pretty well covers it," Sally said. The waitress brought their
pie and a white paper sack with the remaining two wedges wrapped in
plastic in it. She left and came back with a coffee pot, refilling
their cups.

"Anything else I can get for you folks?" she asked. John looked
questioning at Sally. She shook her head.

"No.. I think that will do. Thank you," John replied.

"No.. Thank you sir.... I'm sorry about that remark I made. People do
forget. I *was* in the same spot not too long ago," she said.

"No problem," John said.

"And I'm sorry about the fuss over the key," she said to Sally.

"Oh... that's Okay," Sally said, handing it back to her.

"No.. it's not. *You* can stop by anytime you need to use it," she
offered.

"Thank you...that's nice," Sally said.

"You folks have a good evening," she said, putting the check down and
heading off. Sally looked after her, bewildered at the change.

"What remark?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing. It's not important," John replied.

Sally shrugged, then asked, "So how could you help me find a job?"

"Well, first... how about we find you a room -*of your own-* for the
night. You can take a good long hot bath and sleep in a comfortable
bed. Tomorrow, we'll get you some better clothes for interviewing in
and at least a post office box for an address. I have some meetings
with some fashion businesses tomorrow, I'll ask around to see what's
available for you. If we can find you a job, then I'll help you find a
place to live. Nothing fancy... but safe and fairly clean. I'll pay
first month's rent. Call it a loan. You can pay me back when you get
caught up. Okay?" Sally just looked at him, her mouth slightly ajar.
Tears starting to make their appearance.

"You'd do that for me? Why?" Sally asked.

"I already gave you my reasons. Call it insurance..... Sally, you're
just a victim of the system. You didn't create that system, but you're
expected to live by it. You can't get a bank loan unless you really
don't need one. You can't get a job without a place to live, you can't
get a place to live without a job. You have to live in the city because
a person can't live off the land anymore. The government owns all the
land between cities. The cities don't want the homeless. Nobody trusts
anybody unless they don't have to. Personally I'm sick of that system.
This is just my way of trying to change it. Even if you didn't pay me
back, it wouldn't begin to hurt me financially. But if you do, and I
think you will, then I have the satisfaction that I am right and the
system is wrong. That's enough for me. Okay?" John asked.

"Okay... and I will pay you back.. I promise," Sally said, fighting
back the tears.

"Okay.. let's go find you a room," John said. He looked at the check
and doubled it. There were no vacancies between the restaurant and
John's hotel. He had wanted to avoid getting her a room there, for
Sally's peace of mind. At his hotel he asked the clerk for a single
room.

The clerk looked at Sally then remarked, "I'm sorry, we have no
vacancies at the moment." John looked at the row of keys behind the
clerk.

"IN THAT CASE, she can have mine, I'll find another hotel for the
night. I'll be checking out of here in the morning so I have to find
another one anyway for the rest of the week," John said.

"Wait! I remember, I just had a cancellation not too long ago... Yes, I
have a single available for the night," the clerk said, playing with
his computer. "If you'll just register." The clerk handed her a card.

"Just charge it to my address," John said.

"Okay... uh luggage?" he asked. John put the white paper sack on the
counter. "Very well sir...On the same floor as you?" he asked.

"Not necessary," John said, coldly.

"As you wish... but the open room is adjoining yours anyway. You can
just leave the doors shut," the clerk offered.

"I'd rather that you gave that room to someone else if you can. Perhaps
someone scheduled to check in tomorrow morning," John said.

"Yes... I can change that. Okay, she's in 307 just down the hall.
Okay?" the clerk asked.

"That will be fine," John replied. The clerk passed him the ticket and
John signed it.

"See that her room service is added to my bill as well, with a
reasonable gratuity," John added.

"Yes, sir," the clerk said. A bell boy showed and John handed him the
sack and Sally's key. He passed Sally a buck and nodded towards the
bell boy. She nodded.

"I'll see you in the morning, make it about nine thirty. Order
breakfast when you wake up. I'm gonna get a drink in the bar and then
go to sleep," John said.

"Thanks John.... for everything," Sally said. John took her hand an
shook it.

"My pleasure. See you in the morning... Sweet dreams." Sally hugged him
suddenly and then followed the bell boy. John watched them until the
elevator closed, then turned to the clerk at the counter.

"Now, if I owned this hotel, right now you'd be out on your ass. If I
had a word with the manager you might be anyway. But I'm going to
overlook it this time, because you've probably seen many similar
situations where it was the intention to book the adjoining room.
First, you made the assumption of character based upon appearance. I've
got eyes. You've got a whole bunch of open rooms, this ain't exactly
tourist season in New York.

"Second: Should it have been that it was my intention to bed that poor
kid, it would have been none of your damn business. She's over the age
of consent for this state. But that never was my intention. That kid
there has been looking for work ever since she got into town, but
nobody will hire her because she's got no place to clean up. Tomorrow I
intend to find her a job, I wanted her to have a bath and a warm place
to sleep so that she could look presentable for a job interview.

"Third: I want you to find me someone who understands women's sizes. In
other words, a woman. Have her call the kid's room and ask her, her
sizes. She will then go to my room and look over the stuff I bought
earlier. She will collect an outfit suitable for the kid to wear
tomorrow, have her take one of your hotel's robes for the kid for
tonight. She will retain the robe when she leaves. Put it on my bill.

"Fourth: If you should *ever* see that kid again, you will treat her
with respect or I will damn sure have that chat with your manager,"
John finished. He didn't give the clerk time to argue. If he'd tried,
John would have made certain it was the last time. He headed to the
hotel bar and ordered a scotch rocks. The clerk looked after him, more
than a little shaken. He actually *was* the night manager, but the guy
was right. He picked up the phone and called one of the staff, a woman.

Sally followed the porter into her room. Her jaw dropped. It was
fabulous. Color TV, desk, table, sofa, double bed, huge bath with
Jacuzzi. The porter set her sack on the table and turned, waiting.
Sally handed him the dollar... her only one. He left, chuckling. She
started the bath running and thought about the events of the past few
hours. The phone brought her out of her reverie. She answered it,
expecting John.

"Yes, I'm with the hotel. I've been asked to obtain your sizes for
clothing. So I can pick you out something suitable for the morning," a
woman's voice said. Sally was a little surprised, but she told the
woman her sizes, down to her shoes.

"I may have lost a little weight since I last measured though," Sally
admitted.

"Of course.. I'll be up in a few minutes with a robe for you to wear
after your bath. Then I'll stop by in the morning, after you have had
breakfast, with an outfit for you, okay?" the woman said.

"Okay," was all Sally could think of to reply. A few minutes later a
knock at the door. A well dressed woman handed her a large terry robe.
She sized her up, having her turn and lift her arms.

"Thank you, enjoy your bath. See you in the morning," the woman said.
Sally thanked her and then closed the door. She laid out the luxurious
robe and then started to peel her clothes from her body. They stank.

Later Sally would remember the next hour and a half as the most
luxurious time of her life. Laying back in the bath, the Jacuzzi
buffeted her cold, under-pampered body clean. There was an excellent
selection of body wash, shampoo and cream rinse. Sally used them all. A
lady's razor solved the stubble on her legs and under her arms. Then a
splash of tingling after shower lotion. Deodorant and a good scrub with
the new toothbrush from the complimentary supplies and Sally felt like
a million bucks. Finding a comb, brush and blow drier, she set about
making herself look it. Fighting the tangles out of her deep auburn
hair.

Somewhere along the transition she became a woman. She pulled on the
luxurious robe, enjoying the soft warmth around her body. Catching her
reflection in the mirror she felt a flush of sexual excitement. A
beautiful woman looked back at her. She let the robe fall open and
examined her firm body. A little thin, but in excellent shape. Right
down to the neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair upon her pubic mound.
Finally she wrapped the robe back around herself and left the bath.

Spotting a small fridge, she found it stocked with designer waters and
juices. She selected one to go with the remnants of John's sandwich.
She flipped on the TV and surfed around the dial, settling on a sappy
movie. The movie served as a catalyst for her emotions. She sat back on
the bed munching her sandwich as her eyes filled with tears... Sometime
later she pulled back the covers, brushing away some crumbs. She
dropped the robe on the edge of the bed and crawled nude between the
soft clean sheets. She killed the lights and the TV with switches by
the bed.

Sally's fingers began to explore her now soft, pampered body. Her
imagination touched upon John. What it was like to be the girl he had
spoken of? Making love with him? After a time a muffled cry left the
pillow as she buried her head and lifted her hips. She stretched
luxuriously enjoying the gentle touch of the soft sheets on her nude
body. A warm mist enveloping her as her body dumped endorphins into her
brain. A moment or two later she passed into a pleasant sleep, the best
in months.

* * *

Sheila lay back in the bubbling hot tub, Theresa on her lap. Her hands
softly exploring her body as she shared sips of wine with her.
Sometimes in soft kisses. Cindy lay back, not far away, lost in her own
thoughts.

"I wonder what our lovable savant is up to now," Theresa said.

"Probably snuggled to some trollop he met on the street," Cindy mused.

"Oh... I don't think so. And if he was.... I'm not sure I'd mind,"
Theresa said. Cindy looked at her friend, snuggled to the voluptuous
blonde.

"You've certainly changed since you didn't want to share John with me
when I first arrived," Cindy said.

"I have changed. Funny, the more I love him the more comfortable I feel
giving him his freedom," Theresa said.

"If John's night with me is any indicator, you girls are damn secure in
granting him his freedom," Sheila said.

"I know... he just makes me mad sometimes," Cindy said. "But I love him
more every day."

"I think we all do that," Theresa said.

Sheila freed a hand and lifted her wine glass, "To John," she said. The
girls lifted theirs and they all drank, lost in their own thoughts of
him. Later they all caressed each other to sleep. Sometime in the
night, Cindy slipped out of bed. While the two warm bodies she left
were more than pleasant to snuggle to, it wasn't what she wanted. She
took a blanket and pillow with her to the lab. She struggled to lower
the end mannequin and lay it on the wide sofa. She pulled off its
shorts and killed the lights. Covering herself and the mannequin with
the blanket, she snuggled up to it. Feeling the perpetual erection, she
lay atop it and guided it into herself. Sometime later she fell asleep
in that position. She slept much better.

* * *

John had three scotches before he headed to his room. He used the bath
and then checked his schedule for the next mornings appointments. One
was a small company a larger fashion house had referred him to when he
had inquired into new production techniques. Maybe there, thought John
in reference to Sally's predicament. He was determined to help her.
Even if he had to buy a company to hire her.

'That's silly,' he thought. He could help hundreds of them for the
price of a company..... Or... he could make it a company policy to help
them... He undressed and crawled into bed. Missing the feel of his
lovelies beside him. He killed the lights and lay back. His mind
wandering at random. He wondered why he thought of Sally as a kid and
Theresa and Cindy as women, when they were all basically the same age.
He thought about what Sally might look like with clean hair, wearing a
body suit like the first one he had made Cindy. Without noticing he got
an erection. His mind flitted around between Theresa, Cindy, Sheila and
Sally.

Apparently Sheila would be joining them. This time he noticed his
erection. Without touching it he enjoyed its throbbing. Not bad for an
old man, he mused. Sometime later he slipped into sleep, his mind
dancing between lovely women.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 45

Cindy stirred, feeling the erection inside her, she smiled. But
something seemed wrong.... feeling a moment's alarm she realized the
figure beneath her wasn't breathing. Then what was under her came back
to her. She sighed heavily and rolled off to the side. The room was lit
by a very dim glow from the tracking mirror system. It must be very
early morning, about a half-hour or more before sunrise Cindy reasoned.
She turned on the lights and went to relieve her bladder. She returned,
now dressed, and muscled the mannequin back onto its hook, pulling the
shorts onto it once more. Then folded the blanket and put it away with
the pillow. Finding her way into the kitchen, she started breakfast.
John never left her mind the whole time.

* * *

Sally woke feeling wonderful like a scene from the Shirley Temple movie
"Little Princess" where she awakes from a life of poverty into a heated
room in a warm bed. Like it was all a dream. She was in a luxurious
hotel room. A comfortable bed, firm mattress with soft clean sheets.
She herself was clean. Her mind pondered over how this could be. The
previous morning had been nowhere near as pleasant. Waking in a
cardboard box in an alley. Looking for any privacy to empty her
bladder. She had dropped her pants behind a dumpster, finding another
body watching her from another box. Shrugging she had completed her
task. Now as she slipped out of bed and found the clean, private
opulence of the room's bathroom, she remembered John.

While she still didn't understand his motivations, she no longer
distrusted him. He'd made not the slightest move towards her the
previous evening. She realized with a start that she would have been
much more than receptive if he had. But the fact that he hadn't, made
him even more attractive to her, if somewhat of an enigma. She'd heard
the first opening lines of his tirade at the hotel clerk the previous
evening. The sound coming through the elevator doors just before it
started up. She connected that with the changed behavior of the
waitress from the diner while she had been cleaning up. The man was
*defending her honor*! The sweetheart.

She finished up on the toilet and moved to the sink, washing her hands
and then brushing her teeth. She wondered how she could get John to
remain in her life. More than a little surprised, that she wanted him
to. 'God, he's over twice your age. Close to three times it,' she
thought to herself. Another part of her mind asked, 'So what? He's
cute. He's kind and generous. He defended your honor... which is more
than you've done at times.'

She tried to shrug off her thoughts as she found a disposable hair cap
and donned it. She adjusted the water and stepped into the shower. She
luxuriated in the hot steamy water for a bit before she soaped herself
and washed her privates. Thinking of what a luxury it was even to have
toilet paper, let alone the luxury of a shower afterwards. The touch of
her fingers between her legs coincided with John's return to her
thoughts. The touch became more insistent. Probing her most sensitive
parts repeatedly. Her face flushed and her breathing became hurried.
Her other hand roamed freely over her breasts and nipples. Sometime
later she fought to muffle her cry as her body convulsed. Leaning
against the wall of the shower for support as she caught her breath
once more. She wanted John, in a big way.

She rinsed her body and then shut off the water, reaching a towel and
daubing the drops of water from her body. She stripped off the shower
cap and tossed her hair. Combing it out and then into some sort of
order. Its auburn luster seemed to come to life, subtly matching the
glow of her flushed cheeks. Exiting the bathroom she donned the
luxurious terry robe. The phone rang and she answered it.

"Yes, this is the desk. Mr. Stevens left a wake up call for you just
before he retired. It's now eight o-clock."

"Thank you... How do I get room service?" Sally asked.

"I'll connect you," the voice said. A moment later room service came on
the line. She was told there was a menu in the drawer beside the bed.
Sally looked it over while they waited and ordered a large breakfast
with lots of coffee. Cringing at the prices listed. But somehow she
knew John wouldn't mind. A knock on the door a short time later
delivered her meal. The steward didn't linger for a gratuity. A good
thing as Sally had nothing to give him.

She dug in. Her body fairly tingling in response to the delicious food.
Sally was well into her meal when a soft knock came on the door. She
opened it to find the woman from the previous evening laden down with
several boxes and sacks. Sally admitted her and helped her set them
down.

"Good morning... I hope you slept well......?" the woman said, a
question lingering.

"Sally. Yes, like a baby. Thank you......?" Sally responded, in kind.

"Marie. I've found several things I think will fit you... God, I wish I
had access to the clothes Mr. Stevens purchased. There must be.....
thirty thousand dollars worth of clothing in his room."

"Thirty thousand dollars worth?!" Sally gasped.

"At least. Uh... why don't I lay these out for you while you finish
your breakfast."

"Thank you," Sally said, sitting back at the table. It took her a while
to finish her breakfast, because she kept jumping up each time Marie
laid out a new outfit. They were gorgeous! Sally had never seen the
likes of them. She flipped over an emerald green evening dress that
matched her eyes.

"I didn't notice your hair color last night. That suits you quite
well," Marie said.

"When it's dirty it sort of turns ugly brown," Sally said.

"Of course.... I think this outfit would be better suited for a job
interview though," Marie said, diplomatically.

"I think you're right. I wish I had some makeup though," Sally said.

"I'll be glad to let you use mine. Why don't you dress and I'll just
run get it," Marie offered.

"That would be great..... Thanks, Marie," Sally said.

"You're quite welcome," Marie said, squeezing her hand and then leaving
the room. Sally sorted through the undergarments. Each incredibly
lovely. She selected a matching bra and panties. Lacy and elegant. She
was amazed how well they fit. She pulled on the silk blouse and the
lower part of the elegant tan pant suit. A pair of knee high silk
stockings and a practical but lovely pair of pump shoes completed the
lower half of her wardrobe. A soft knock on the door and Marie was back
with her makeup.

"That fits you perfectly. Oh, it's so lovely," Marie said, admiringly.

"Thank you... it feels like a million bucks," Sally said.

"I'd think it was closer to a thousand, but I know what you mean,"
Marie said.

"This is worth a thousand dollars?" Sally asked, aghast.

"Oh, at least. I think just a hint of eye shadow and some mascara,"
Marie said. She advised Sally on just how much to wear, selecting the
right shade for her. She finished off with a subtle smudge proof lip
gloss. She helped Sally on with the jacket and then dug into a sack for
a small box. A simple set of gold earrings completed her outfit. She
looked at herself in the mirror. Tears in the corners of her eyes.

Marie caught her, "You look lovely. Hey, none of that. You'll run your
mascara," she said, though it was waterproof. Sally hugged her and
thanked her for all her help. "You're very welcome. Knock 'em dead,
kid," Marie said.

"Thank you..... I feel like I could," Sally said.

"I have no doubt of it. Lovely tall, shapely red heads -in thousand
dollar outfits- always get noticed," Marie said. She selected a few
items from her makeup case and left them with Sally. Then hugged her a
moment before she left. Sally put the makeup in a small, lovely clutch
purse, which she found contained four twenties, a ten and two five's. A
hundred dollars! More than she'd seen in months. Sally just stood
before the mirror...admiring herself in the gorgeous outfit. Thinking
that there was just one person she wanted to notice how she looked. The
one who had made it all possible. The ringing of the phone pulled her
away from the mirror. It was John.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" he asked.

"Like a little princess," Sally replied.

"Did you get the clothes? Do they fit okay?" John asked.

"Oh god, they're lovely, John. Thank you," Sally said, feeling her eyes
water.

"Great. Did you have breakfast?" he asked.

"Yes. Though it cost you a bunch," Sally said.

"That's okay. I can afford it. Listen, if you're ready, could you meet
me in the lobby in ten minutes?" John asked.

"I'm ready now," Sally said.

"Ten minutes will be fine, I'm not quite ready myself.." John said.

"Okay, see you in ten minutes.... and Thank you, John... for
everything."

"No problem, kid. See you in ten minutes," he said, breaking the
connection.

"*Kid* huh?..." Sally mused to herself... "Just wait till you see
*this* kid!" She picked up the elegant coat Marie had brought with a
white scarf. She slipped the purse into a coat pocket and draped it
over her arm as she walked to the elevator. The doors opened to the
lobby and heads swung in her direction as she exited. Every male in
sight started salivating as she made her way to some seats in the
lobby, blushing from all the attention she was getting. The night clerk
was just leaving the hotel and nearly walked into a pillar in his
shock. Sally chuckled to herself.

John left the elevator carrying his top coat. He was somewhat casually
dressed for business. Wearing a sweater with a knit tie rather than the
traditional three piece suit. Sally stood and turned to him and he
stopped in his tracks. Before him was one of the loveliest young women
he had ever seen. She was looking straight at him. It took him a moment
to realize who it was. 'Oh fuck!' he thought to himself. 'I hadn't
planned on this!' He moved the arm holding his coat in front of him to
disguise his reaction. Moving forward again, he approached her.

"My, you certainly clean up well. You're gorgeous! I didn't even notice
your hair color last night," John stammered. She beamed at him and gave
him a big hug. He became blatantly aware of her firm body. The blood
rushing to his head. "Shall we go?" he asked.

"Yes... where are we going?" she asked.

"I think if you just make the rounds with me to my appointments, then a
job will turn up for you," John said, helping her on with her coat.

"Whatever you want is fine by me," Sally said, returning the favor. She
couldn't help but notice his reaction to her. She beamed over it as he
quickly buttoned his coat to cover it. He took her arm and heads turned
as they exited the hotel. The doorman flagged them a cab. This time
John tipped him well. In the cab Sally leaned over and kissed John on
the cheek. He blushed.

"Thank you for the money.... and everything else, John," she said.

"No problem. It will go fast enough. Just hang onto it while I'm here.
Let me pay for everything. I'm going to tell the companies where we go
that I hired you as an assistant for while I'm here. One of them should
bite and offer you a position for after I'm gone," John said.

"If you think so...." Sally said, doubtful.

"I do... Just relax and do as I say. You'll do fine," he said.

"If you say so... I'm just along for the ride.... and loving it," Sally
said.

"Just *seem* to pay attention to what is said in the meetings. If I ask
you a question it will be a yes or no one. Just nod and say yes," he
said.

"Okay.." she said. Aware of his body beside her in the cab. She caught
a whiff of his after shave and felt a wave of desire for him. He took
her hand and squeezed it to reassure her. That it did, but it wasn't
her only reaction to it. She kept hold of his till they reached their
first destination. John rented a post office box for her before they
stopped at their first appointment.

At each appointment John introduced her as his assistant while he was
here. It took several before one bit. At the small fashion house that
John had thought of the previous evening. John was impressed with the
organization, but they still floundered with paper tickets and an
unorganized inventory.

"You ought to hire Miss Thompson when I leave. She's a wizard with the
computer. She could organize your whole inventory and accounting system
for you," John said, nonchalantly. Sally was off with one of the
secretaries, presumably viewing a production technique.

"It just so happens that we've been looking for somebody like that. How
much do you think she'd accept?" the manager asked.

"Oh... She's just getting her start here. She's been staying in a hotel
and I think her funds are getting low. I think you could steal her for
thirty thousand a year plus benefits. We were going out to try to find
her an apartment this afternoon," John said. The manager looked out of
his glassed office at the stunning well dressed redhead. His wife
wouldn't be happy at all, but his business needed it.

"That's a bit steeper than I had in mind..... but I just happen to have
a nice apartment for rent. Perhaps we could work out a deal," he said.

"I couldn't speak for her. You'd have to ask her. I don't think she's
really hurting. Her father's a large book distributor in Pittsburgh,"
John said.

"How did you happen to come by her?" the manager asked.

"Just lucky enough to stumble over her, really. She's just what I
needed for an assistant while I was here." John skirted the question.

"Well... you say she's a wizard with the computer?" the manager asked.

"Oh yeah, word processing, spread sheets, the whole works. She
organized her father's whole operation for him," John said.

"Well.... I might be able to go as high as twenty-eight. And throw in
the apartment as a bonus. That would work out to closer to forty
thousand a year. But it wouldn't be so hard on the cash flow for the
business. Would you talk to her for me?" the manager asked.

"Be glad to. When could we see the apartment?" John asked.

"How about this afternoon? I think I can get free about four o-clock,"
the manager said.

"That would be fine. I'll talk to her about it over lunch. But I'm sure
if she likes the apartment she'll be interested," John said.

"Thanks, that would be great. I really need to get organized here," the
manager said. He wrote down the address for the apartment and said he'd
meet John there. If he couldn't make it he'd call John on his cellular,
which John had supplied the number for. John thanked him for the tour
and information. He collected Sally and left.

Over lunch at a nice restaurant he informed her she had a job for
twenty-eight thousand a year plus bennies, plus rent. Sally launched
herself around the table for him. He hugged her and then pushed her
back into her seat, embarrassed by the looks of envy from the other
patrons around the restaurant. She was shaking and about to cry.

"Listen... just play it cool. Look at the apartment with a critical
eye. Frown a bit here and there. Don't go around looking like Alice in
Wonderland. You're a computer wizard. Remember that. You're a business
professional, just getting started, but not willing to shortchange
yourself. After you've looked at the apartment, he'll ask if I've
talked to you. Tell him that you will accept the terms I've mentioned.
Twenty-eight thousand plus bennies and rent. That you have some things
to wrap up but think you can start Tuesday," John told her.

"What if he asks how we met?" Sally asked.

"That's a tough one..... tell me about last night. Did any of the kids
around you say anything to you about me?" John asked. Sally chuckled
and blushed a bit. "Come on, it could be important," John insisted.

"Yeah, one of the girls said 'Here comes a live one, if you like old
men'," Sally said, embarrassed. John dismissed his pang of pain.

"Perfect. Just tell him that a friend of yours recommended me... as an
*old* friend," John said. Sally chuckled.

"Oh... you're not so old," she said. Admiration in her eyes.

"Old enough. Anyway, you'll do fine. Just play it by ear. Don't mention
anything you don't have to," John said.

"But the job! I don't know if I can do it!" Sally said, worried.

"Piece of cake. You remember how you did it with your father's book
store. Just do the same thing for them," John said.

"But I *knew* his book store. I'd worked there off and on. I knew what
needed to be done. How he did things," Sally protested.

"So... ask. Find out how they do things here. Find out how they keep
their inventory. Find out what customers they have and what suppliers
they have. Then just organize the information. That's all they really
need. Take your time. Do a good job. Show up for work a little early
every day and stay a little late each night. He won't expect it to
happen overnight. If he asks, show him what progress you've made.
They'll love you for it," John said.

"But what about when I get it organized? Won't he fire me?" Sally
asked.

"No. He'll beg you to stay to run it. His business will become so
dependent upon your work that he won't dare lose you. I'd be surprised
if he didn't offer you a raise to stay," John said.

"I don't know..." Sally said.

"You'll do fine. If not, just give me a call. If you have any questions
about anything, give me a call. If you get in a bind, or even if you
just want to talk, give me a call," John said.

"Where? I don't know where you live," Sally said. John took out a note
pad and wrote his address and the silo's phone number. He added his e-
mail address and his cellular number. He handed it to her. She glanced
at it.

"A post office box?" she asked.

"Not much mail service out in the desert," John said.

"You live out in the desert?" she asked. John chuckled and then told
her about the silo. She listened in rapt attention as he described it
in detail.

"It sounds wonderful. I'd love to see it sometime," she said when he
finished.

"That wouldn't be a good idea right now. My lovelies aren't very happy
with me at the moment. But maybe after you get this guy organized we
can arrange a visit. I figure that should take you at least four to six
months," John said.

"*Lovelies?* You only mentioned one before," Sally said, a little
dejected.

"I live with two women. There might soon be three, if the other two
don't kill me first," John said.

"You live with two women? And you expect a third?" Sally asked, her
hopes fairly dashed. John saw her face and took her hand. She trembled
a bit at his touch.

"There's some things I should explain to you... The women I live with..
Well.. they're.... bisexual.... I hope that doesn't offend you," John
said.

"Bisexual," Sally said, testing the word. Reflecting a moment to let it
sink in. "No, it doesn't offend me. I've had gay friends. But I've
never.... *been* with one," Sally said.

"One offered?" John asked.

"Yeah. I got scared and turned her down. We're still friends though...
at least we were before I left," Sally said.

"Well, I'm still not sure how I got into the middle of all this... but
I'd be a fool not to appreciate what I have. I love those girls. They
seem to love me. Even with all the bullshit I put them through at
times. I can't imagine why they care for me," John admitted.

"I can," Sally said, quietly. John looked at her a moment. Her eyes
hung. Her hand quivering in his. He squeezed it and then turned to his
coffee. The apartment was clean, and in a nice neighborhood. It didn't
have much of a view, but was in a fairly secure building.

"I keep a security guard in the lobby twenty-four hours a day," the
manager bragged. Sally just nodded, trying to play it cool as John had
instructed. She had to look hard to find things to frown at like he
said. When the manager broached the question she seemed reluctant, but
nodded her acceptance, stating the terms John had told her. The manager
accepted, beaming at his new employee.

"Great. Here's the key. We'll sign the papers Tuesday," he said.

"I'd appreciate if you'd let me see a copy of them, before I leave,"
John said.

"Certainly, I can have them ready Monday morning," he said.

"I just like to be certain someone I recommend gets treated fairly,"
John said.

"Of course. No problem. Uh... You don't mind if I set up the apartment
as a separate agreement? I can list her as house-sitting for a mythical
absent tenant," asked the manager.

"No... as long as you state the duration of occupancy as at least a
year. With rental and services included in lieu of salary for the
house-sitting service," John said.

"That's agreeable," said the manager.

"Assuming the contracts are in order, are the terms acceptable to you,
Sally?" John asked.

"Yes, quite acceptable," she said, suppressing a smile.

"Great. I'll see you Tuesday and John on Monday morning," he said,
taking his leave. He'd barely left when Sally was hugging and kissing
John. Bubbling like a seltzer. She finally pulled her head back, her
firm body still against him. She looked up into John's face. He
succumbed to her lovely green, teary eyes. He kissed her softly on the
lips. She trembled as her lips parted and her tongue met his. The kiss
lasted much longer than John felt comfortable with and much shorter
than she wanted.

"Come on. We've got some shopping to do. We've got to get you some
furniture and clothes for work," John said, hoarsely.

"Thank you.... any chance you'll help me break in the bed?" Sally
asked, boldly.

"A chance.... but I shouldn't. We'll see," John said, trying to ignore
his erection. She softly touched the front of his trousers. Feeling his
manhood through the cloth.

"I hope it's a good chance. I really want to..... And not just for all
you've done for me," she said. John reluctantly pulled her hand away.

"Sally, you're a lovely woman. And believe me I want to... but I'm
involved with at least two women I love very deeply. Even if we did, it
would have to be a one time thing. I couldn't begin to offer you any
long term relationship now... or in the foreseeable future," John told
her.

"I find those conditions quite acceptable.... for now," Sally said,
grinning.

"Well, We'll see. Damn, I wish I could call Cindy. Maybe I'll try it on
Saturday," he said.

"Cindy?" Sally asked.

"My other girlfriend. Theresa's the first. Sheila will be the third if
it works out that way," John said.

"Well, if they really don't mind sharing you with each other, maybe
they won't mind you sharing my bed so much," Sally said.

"Maybe. But I'd better ask. If they say yes.. Well, we'll have to see,"
John said. Sally pulled him into another deep kiss and let him know he
was welcome to whatever worked out. They shopped arm in arm for her
furniture. Salespeople suppressing their thoughts over the Spring /
September relationship. Sally always picked out a more conservatively
priced item than John would settle for.

"You've got to play the role. Your image makes you what you are. If the
manager sees you in a tastefully laid out apartment and you dress well,
he'll be grateful he got you for the price. If you present yourself as
being overly grateful and live too conservative a life style, he'll
think he's paying you too much," John explained.

"Whatever you say, but this is going to take a long time to pay back,"
Sally said.

"I'm not worried. When you can," John said.

"Starting with my first check," Sally said.

"Make it your third. I want you to get a reserve built up," John said.

"Whatever you say," Sally agreed. She sat on a huge four-posted bed,
patting the mattress beside her. "Like to join me? They want the sell
so bad I doubt they'd watch... I'd like this one, but how about that
one over there?" she said, pointing out a narrow single bed with a
yucky headboard.

"Nope. This one it is. If I'm gonna bend the rules...I'm gonna do it in
style. Now behave yourself," John said, taking her hand, but pulling
her off the bed instead of letting her pull him on it.

"Yes, sir. *That* just increased my servitude by a year, but it might
be worth it," Sally said.

"I don't care if it takes ten...... Now about your lifestyle... I'd be
discrete in your love affairs. Don't date anyone from the company. Bad
policy. Too easy for it to affect your job. Not too many customers
either. Preferably not for a long time. You can date outside the sphere
of your business contacts before that though. I'm sure you won't have
any problem attracting a wide variety to choose from. Be picky. Very
picky. You're worth it. Those who realize it won't mind the wait.....
and be careful. You've got a great future ahead of you if you don't
mess it up by getting pregnant," John said.

"Oh... I think I'm gonna concentrate on my job for a while... This has
all happened so fast. I just want to set up a routine life and get used
to it before I start complicating it. I'm a long ways from settling
down..... besides... you're kind of a tough act to follow, you know,"
Sally grinned.

"Now don't go celibate on me. You're a lovely young woman. You should
enjoy your wild oats while you can. Just be discrete and careful about
it," John said.

"Okay.... but you're welcome in my bed anytime you want. I really mean
that," Sally said.

"You may change your mind about that... I won't hold you to it," John
said.

"Do as you wish... but I won't change my mind. I want you. I'll accept
you on any terms I can get," she said.

"How about this dresser over here?" John said, trying to change the
subject. They got her furniture all picked out. They scheduled delivery
for the next morning. John arranged for her room at the hotel for
another night. They stopped by a department store and purchased her
dishes, pots and pans, silverware and toilet articles for her
apartment. She also picked up some panty hose for later.

He had her wear the green evening dress. She looked stunning in it. He
took her out to dinner at a four-star restaurant. She turned heads left
and right when she walked in. Wives kicked their husbands under the
table. Sally reveled in the attention she received, but she only had
eyes for John. He declined her invitation to come in when he walked her
to her room. She kissed him deeply before she would release him. He
walked a bit uncomfortably to his own room.

The next morning they went to her new apartment to await her furniture.
Once delivered and set up, John took her around to some of the fashion
houses, picking out clothes for her. On a whim he took her into the
business where he'd had the encounter with the snooty blonde. An
attractive brunette greeted him.

"Yes sir, how may I help you?" she greeted.

"Yes, we'd like to look at some of your business fashions... for her,"
John said, indicating Sally.

"Certainly sir. If you'll just follow me. My name is Debbie. May I get
you some refreshments while you wait?" Debbie asked.

"Thank you. A cup of coffee would be nice, black for me," John said.

"And you, Miss?" Debbie asked.

"Coffee would be fine. One cream and sugar please."

"Certainly. Now if you'd like to have a seat. I'll send someone right
in while I check on the outfits," she said. They were only alone for a
moment before another woman served them their coffee. Smiling, she
introduced herself and kept them company until Debbie returned. The
outfits were indeed nice. Debbie made a note of each one that they
expressed an interest in. Suggesting certain combinations that would
match Sally's hair and eyes. She inquired if they would be interested
in viewing some items of lingerie. John nodded. Sally blushed a bit.

John selected an emerald green outfit and a few other racy things for
Sally. Then Debbie took Sally off to be measured. The second woman
returning to keep John company, refreshing his coffee for him. Sally
returned with Debbie.

"Now sir, would you like to see the selections you were interested in
again? To make your choice easier?" she asked.

"No, I don't think that will be necessary," John said.

"Okay... have you decided? Would you like to purchase one in
particular? Any you would like to see again to be sure?" Debbie asked.

"No, I think we'll take them all," John said.

"All? Very good sir.... Would you care to discuss the financial aspects
in private?" she offered. John took out his platinum card and handed it
to her.

"No, just put it on this," he said.

"Certainly sir. I'll be right back," she said. Again the second woman
returned. A moment later Mr. Moore came out.

"Mr. Stevens. How *very* nice to see you again. I trust the service was
to your satisfaction?" he queried.

"Yes, excellent, Mr. Moore. Thank you. This is Sally Thompson. You
might be seeing more of her in the future," John said.

"Pleased to meet you, Sally. You are always welcome here," Mr. Moore
said, shaking her hand.

"Mr. Stevens, I really can't thank you enough for your honesty the
other day. I must say that our business has picked up considerably in
just a few days. Would you allow me to grant you a discount on your
purchases today as a small token of my gratitude?" he concluded.

"That's very nice of you, but it's really not necessary," John said.

"Please, I insist. And I would also like to extend a discount to Miss
Thompson on any purchases she may choose to make in the future," he
offered.

"Very well. Thank you, since you insist," John said.

"My pleasure. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just go make arrangements.
Very nice to meet you, Miss Thompson. Please feel free to come back
anytime, even just to browse. And thank you again, Mr. Stevens," Mr.
Moore said, taking his leave. When Debbie returned with his bill, John
was very surprised to note that Mr. Moore had reduced it by 50%,
several thousand dollars. He protested.

"No, Mr. Moore was quite insistent. He also insisted that *all* Miss
Thompson's future purchases be at just 5% over our costs," Debbie said,
sincerely.

"That is most generous of him. Please thank him for us," John said,
signing his credit card slip.

"Our pleasure, sir. And thank *you* for your business. We have several
of the outfits you selected in stock. The others should be ready in a
few days. Would you like to take those available with you or should I
have them delivered?" Debbie asked.

"Oh, please. Can we take them with us?" Sally asked. John nodded.

"Certainly. I'll just see to their wrapping. I'll be right back,"
Debbie said. The other woman appeared. They declined any further
refreshment. Debbie returned with an assistant, laden with boxes.

"I'm sorry. But we only have the dresses and lingerie in stock. Miss
Thompson has such nice long legs we'll have to make the pants special
for her. If you'll just leave a number where she can be reached when
they're completed," Debbie said.

"She just moved into a new apartment. Her phone isn't connected yet.
She'll have to give you a call next week," John said.

"Certainly. I'm sure we can have them completed by Tuesday or Wednesday
at the latest," Debbie said.

"Take your time. Sally, why don't you call them about Thursday
afternoon or Friday morning?" John said. Sally smiled and nodded.
Trying to take possession of more boxes than she could carry.

"Let us get a cab for you. Then we'll help you carry them out," Debbie
said. The second woman nodded and disappeared. A moment later she
returned, nodding her head. They all carried some of the packages out
and loaded them into the taxi. Debbie shaking each of their hands and
inviting them to return anytime. Once on the way, Sally turned to John.

"What the hell did you do to get service like that?" she asked.

"Oh... I just walked out on bad service from a previous employee. But I
told Mr. Moore exactly why I was doing it," John said. Sally looked at
him aghast.

"You're something else, John," she said, snuggling to his side. With
the help of the door guard and taxi driver they carted her packages up
to her apartment in stages. The taxi driver moving them into the lobby.
The guard watching them as John and Sally made several trips up to her
apartment. John tipped both of them handsomely. When John could finally
tear her away from her new fashions, he took her out and arranged for
her telephone and signed her up for an Internet account. He also took
her out to a computer store and purchased her a state of the art
Laptop, along with a desktop system with a laser printer and flatbed
scanner for her apartment. She could cart the laptop to work with her.
Once at home, she could link her laptop to her desktop and transfer
files. At the computer store he also arranged for Internet lessons for
her.

Lastly John purchased a year's membership to a fashionable local health
club for her. They headed back to the hotel and collected her few
things from the room. Finally they returned to her apartment. John
helped her set it up. Determining what items should go in which
cupboard. Helping her hang her fashions in her closet. Then he helped
her make up the enormous bed. Once made, she pushed him onto it,
climbing atop him and kissing him deeply. He didn't resist her kisses,
but rolled away when she started to unbutton her blouse.

"Not yet. Please. I have to talk to the girls first," he said. She
continued unbuttoning her blouse and then unfastened the front clasp on
her bra, she revealed a lovely set of breasts with dark erect nipples.

"I just want you to see what you're missing. They're yours anytime
you're ready," she said, pulling his hand to them and holding it there.
John kissed her deeply and then *very* reluctantly pulled his hand
loose.

"Goddamned ethics!" he said, rolling away from her, off the bed.

"Yours, not mine," she chuckled, "But I appreciate that you have them."

"Come on, put on that slinky black dress we bought today. Let's go get
some dinner. We forgot groceries, we'll have to get you some in the
morning," John said.

"Okay... but sit there. I want you to know *exactly* what you're
missing," she said. John sat at her vanity while she stripped herself
nude. Carefully hanging her expensive clothing. She was gorgeous. Her
skin a darker shade than most redheads. She explained that she had some
Indian blood in her family. It gave her, her darker complexion. The red
hair and green eyes had come from her mother's side, which was Irish.
She was grateful for her darker complexion as it had saved her most the
freckles that most redheads have to deal with.

Whatever her heritage, John's erection strained at his pants as his
eyes traced her smooth lines. Landing upon her trim auburn pubic patch.
His mouth watered. Sally did nothing to help his composure as she
slowly did a reverse strip tease before him. Drawing her fingers slowly
over her breasts and between her legs, making certain he got a clear
view between her legs.

She pulled on the Emerald Green Lingerie. Once on, John wanted very
much to rip it off. She added a matching garter belt and slowly pulled
her nylons over her smooth shapely legs. Finally she topped the
stunning package with the slinky black dress, turning to have John zip
her up. His fingers trembled as he raised the zipper.

She added a set of matching heels. Then brushed out her auburn hair and
adjusted her makeup to match the outfit. The result would have given a
monk a hard-on. She modeled it for him. Turning slowly. The high heels
pushing her perfect derri�re up even more shapely. She was stunningly
beautiful and elegantly packaged. When he stood she pulled him to her,
grinding her pelvis into his erection as she kissed him deeply. She was
almost up eye to eye with him from the heels.

"Come on. Before I change my mind and rip that outfit back off you,"
John said.

"Oh, maybe we'd better wait a while then," she chuckled, kissing him
again.

"No we better not. I'm hungry for food, too," he said, his fingers
couldn't help but find her firm buttocks. He drew his fingers softly
over the cheeks and then pulled himself away.

"Spoilsport. Get me all hot and then leave me cold," she said, not
unkindly.

"Not by choice, my darling," John said, helping her on with her coat, a
new one to match some of her new outfits. He donned his own coat and
they went off to dinner. Again at a four-star restaurant. This time the
effect of her outfit and auburn hair was universal upon the staff and
other diners. John proud to have her on his arm. The meal was as good
as the environment. They shared a candle lit feast, talking easily and
enjoying each other's company. Afterwards John saw her home to her new
apartment. Saying goodnight at the door. She once again left no
question that he was clearly not only welcome, but desired, to spend
the night. He declined. It was one of the hardest things he ever did in
his life.

The guard in the lobby shook his head after him as he left. The way the
girl had been hanging on John, the guard had expected not to see him
till morning. It was clear from the bulge in John's pants that the
invitation had been made. The guard couldn't imagine why anybody would
turn it down. John stopped in the hotel bar for a couple of drinks to
help him sleep. He needed them.

* * *

Back at the silo, the girls' day had been a fruitful one. They had
designed and produced several outstanding outfits for Sheila. She
modeled them for the other two. She allowed herself to be seduced by
each of them at least once as a result of her outfits. Then Theresa
cooked dinner while Cindy and Sheila worked out in the gym and then had
a swim to cool off. Sheila reclined in a floating chair. When Cindy
swam up to her, she welcomed her. Her head back and eyes closed as her
body convulsed from the young brunette's talented tongue. She pulled
Cindy up into her lap and kissed her deeply as she caressed her lithe
body with her fingertips.

"Hey, you two. Dinner's ready. Fun and games afterwards," Theresa
called from the deck.

"Be right there," Cindy called and then turned to kiss Sheila once
again. Over dinner, the girls chatted about Sheila's new outfits and
ideas for others. Sheila steered them towards some more conservative
outfits she could *actually wear* to the office, without getting
arrested. They chatted more as they helped Theresa with the clean up,
retiring to the Com room with a drink. They all sat on the triple sofa,
snuggling and chatting. Eventually the conversation turned to John.

"Theresa, did you mean it when you said you wouldn't mind if John saw
another woman in New York?" Sheila asked.

"Yes..... I don't *think* I'd be jealous. For one thing, I know John
wouldn't do it unless he really wanted to. I think he'd actually call
and ask us if he got the urge," she chuckled.

"And what about you, Cindy? Would you mind?" Sheila asked.

"Well, that would depend. I wouldn't mind his finding pleasure in
another woman, but I wouldn't want him to do anything that threatened
our relationship here. If it was a one time thing.. or just an
occasional affair, no. I wouldn't mind *too* much. What about you? How
would you feel about it?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, not for me to say. He's not mine," Sheila replied.

"The hell you say. If I know our John, and I do, he's as much yours now
as he is ours. I accepted that when I agreed for you to stay," Cindy
said.

"Me too," Theresa said.

"Thank you. Both of you," Sheila said, kissing them each.

"So the question remains then, how would you feel about it?" Cindy
asked, tracing her fingers over Sheila's bare midriff.

"Gosh... I don't know. Let me think....... No, not really. I'm already
more than willing to just have a share of him. Like you said, Cindy, as
long as it didn't affect our relationship here, then I wouldn't mind. I
trust John wouldn't do anything stupid either. He'd be very selective
about anybody he chose to bed," Sheila said.

"So, we're in agreement on this... I wouldn't tell John though. I also
wouldn't want it to become a regular habit, either. But if he met an
attractive woman every now and then while he was out of town.... Then
we wouldn't be opposed to his spending a night with her," Cindy said.

"No, I wouldn't tell John that. But if he asked we might be talked into
it," Theresa chuckled.

"What if he wanted to bring one back here?" Sheila asked.

"That, would be another thing entirely. I don't think I'd like that
very much. That gets a little too close to our relationship," Cindy
said.

"But what about me?" Sheila asked.

"You're a different case. First off, John let us meet you first. I
didn't object to that, it was the sneaky way he went about it that
bugged me. But I wouldn't want him to bring anybody else here to live
with us. Between the three of us, we're going to find it hard enough to
manage his time between us. It will help considerably that we can share
each other's love too. I don't think a straight woman would fit into
this relationship at all," Cindy said.

"I think you're right about that. It would spread him too thin," Sheila
said.

"Well, you two will have him all to yourselves when I go off to school.
He's already used to dealing with two," Theresa chuckled.

"Don't you ever get the idea you're not welcome here," Cindy said,
leaning over Sheila to kiss her friend.

"I won't. And if I find a husband, I'd be more than happy to share our
bed with either or both of you anytime. But you'll have to be careful.
I plan on finding a fertile one," Theresa said.

"I wonder what John would think of that?" Sheila chuckled.

"I don't think he'd mind. John made it fairly clear he didn't expect
either of us to be celibate when we went off to college," Cindy said.

"Should prove interesting. I'm likely to end up with him all to myself
for a few years while you two are in school. I assume you'll be going
to college, Cindy?" Sheila asked.

"I want to. I can't deny that I thought about that when I agreed to
your staying. If you're keeping John happy, we have less to worry about
him finding an unknown woman to snuggle with while I'm gone," Cindy
chuckled.

"Think I can keep him happy, all by my little lonesome self?" Sheila
chuckled.

"I don't doubt it a bit. The question may be can he keep *you* happy
all by *his* lonesome self," Cindy chuckled.

"I don't think that will be a problem. I'd be more than content with
just him. You two are added bonuses to that contentedness.. I fear that
this fashion thing may take much of all our time together. John's
included. I know he says he doesn't want to be a part of it, but I
doubt he could help himself being involved," Sheila said.

"Probably not," Theresa said, "It's not in his nature."

"Well, should we retire for the evening?" Cindy asked, feeling up under
the edge of Sheila's tube top.

"Yes, good idea...... You know, I'd really love to watch you two with
that little toy of Cindy's," Sheila said, suggestively.

"Oh, god. Only if you spell each of us off yourself," Cindy said,
rolling her eyes.

"I'll say.... I'm only up to a little while on that thing and I'd like
to watch you two myself," admitted Theresa.

"Okay... but can we keep it down to the devastate and demolish setting.
I need some working brain cells when I go back to San Francisco,"
Sheila said.

"We can do anything we want," Cindy said, lifting Sheila's tube top
over her breasts.

"Then I suggest we retire," Sheila said, lifting Cindy's own tube top
and caressing her breasts. Theresa settled it by dragging the two of
them by the hand with her towards the bedroom.

* * *

John spent a fitful night. Alone. Tossing and turning. He missed the
girls terribly in addition to his discomfort over Sally and his visions
of Sheila joining his little harem at the silo. Several times he almost
got up and headed towards Sally's apartment. The little auburn patch of
pubic hair haunting his thoughts. Finally he slipped away..

Sally's night wasn't much better. Despite her large comfortable bed and
the security of her new apartment. She desired John with all her being.
The thought of him sent shivers though her. Her hands roaming her body
in search of relief. She forced her fingers away. Desiring that the
first orgasm she experienced in the new bed to be induced by John. She
finally slipped away dreaming of that moment.
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Continued in chapters 46-50.

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