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Castle In The Sand [46-50]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 46

Cindy stirred. She was bracketed unevenly between two lovely women.
Their breathing, now, soft and regular. The last she had heard it, it
had been ragged and gasping. While Sheila may not be a substitute for
John, she certainly had her moments. Cindy kissed her softly just
inside her hip bones, which were just before her face, and then slipped
out from between them, kissing Theresa softly in the same place as she
passed it.

Once extracted, she looked back at the two lovelies. They each seemed
to sense the gap between and rolled together. Sort of. Their heads at
opposite ends of the bed. They ended with an arm around each others
hips. Cindy smiled at them and then moved off to the bathroom and from
there to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Sometime later, Sheila stirred. Upon opening her eyes she found a trim
blonde patch of pubic hair before her. On impulse she began kissing
beside it, tracing the crease with her tongue. A moment later she heard
a soft moan and then Theresa was doing the same thing to her. A most
pleasant way to wake up, Sheila thought.

* * *

John stirred. He reached out, but found his grasp empty. A deep longing
filled his being. Realizing that there would be no release from it, he
rolled out of bed to start his day. He called room service for coffee
only, then headed for the bath. A short time later a knock on his door
came in reply to his order. An hour later he was bathed and dressed.
Heading out the door for Sally's apartment.

Sally awoke feeling once more like the little princess. A distant pang
of loneliness touched her, but mainly she was still quite overwhelmed
by the changes in her life. A few days previous she had been living in
the street, sleeping in cardboard boxes and begging for her meals. Then
a wonderful man had come into her life and swept her off like
Cinderella. Now she had a good job, a well furnished place of her own,
an elegant wardrobe and money in her purse.

She stretched like a cat between the soft sheets and then threw the
covers aside. She donned her thick robe from the hotel and headed
eagerly for the bathroom. She was meeting that man for breakfast. She
was just finishing her makeup when her intercom buzzed. She told the
guard to send him up. By the time John reached her door, Sally was a
stunning picture of loveliness and composure. Which wasn't exactly what
she felt. She smiled and kissed him softly before they headed off. This
morning was grocery shopping. They presented a lovely couple as they
strolled the isles of the local market.

John insisted on completely stocking her cupboards. Selecting cases of
canned goods, large sacks of sugar, flour, rice and pasta and an ample
supply of coffee. He supplemented this with a case of canned mushrooms,
pasta sauces, Mexican sauces, middle eastern food, oriental food,
brownie mix, and one each of every spice. Then they descended upon the
meat counter and frozen foods and literally stuffed her new large
freezer. He selected a variety of fresh and prepared meats and cheeses,
most of which would freeze well in the smaller freezer compartment of
her refrigerator. Lastly he sparingly selected a variety of fresh
vegetables, a sack of potatoes the largest item, but a good supply of
onions and garlic. He supplemented these with sacks of dried vegetables
and soup fixings.

While the ecstatic store manager was ringing up the first two shopping
carts, John took another and raided the house wares, selecting
cleaners, a mop, sponges, buckets, dish soap, dishwasher soap, brushes,
light bulbs, extension cords, tapes and glues and wrapping papers,
foils and plastics. He filled one last cart with toilet paper and paper
towels. Although the days of delivered groceries was gone, the manager
gladly made an exception. Gathering his staff together to cart a small
pickup full of purchases back to Sally's apartment for them. John paid
the bill without letting Sally see the total on the multi-yard tape.
She put her foot down however when John tried to set her up an account
with the manager.

"No! I won't use it if you do!" she said.

"Her money's no good here," John told the manager.

"Then I shall have to shop elsewhere," Sally said. The manager
discretely slipped away to let them *discuss* it. He realized that it
didn't matter one way or the other. Weekly purchases for one person
wouldn't make much difference on his books. And it would be a while
before she needed anything at all. Maybe months. In the end, John
relented. But not before he got her to agree to accept an additional
two hundred dollars.

They spent a large portion of the day just putting things away. In the
end she had the best stocked kitchen she had ever seen. So of course
they went out to dinner. Sally did however manage to get him to accept
lunch at her place. They had an early dinner, as a sort of celebration
at the small diner where John had purchased her first meal. The
waitresses jaw dropped when they walked in.

"So, I guess this means you wouldn't be interested in a job waiting
tables," she chuckled to Sally.

"Maybe. I have to see how much time I have free from the job I start on
Tuesday. John got me.... well, an excellent job as a computer
specialist," Sally enthused.

"Great. You look gorgeous. I never realized you were a redhead," the
waitress said.

"My hair kind of turns an ugly brown when it gets dirty," Sally told
her.

"Wish the hell I cleaned up that well.... So what can I get you folks?"
she asked.

"How about our same order from the first night," Sally said.

"Let's see... a Club sandwich and a double cheeseburger with fries. Two
coffees, one cream and sugar and hot pecan pie with a scoop of ice
cream for desert," she said, writing the ticket.

"How the hell do you remember that?" Sally asked, amazed.

"Well, let's just say that you folks sort of left an impression. You
weren't like my average customers. You still aren't. A handsome, well
to do *gentleman* and a stunningly beautiful, tall redhead," she
chuckled.

"Who was a street urchin just a few days ago, before she was rescued by
the handsome gentleman," Sally added.

"Some Cinderella story," the waitress said.

"Remember the Shirley Temple movie *Little Princess*?" Sally asked. The
waitress nodded. "The scene where she wakes up in the warm room in a
soft bed, I feel like that every morning when I wake up," Sally said.
The waitress smiled.

"I'll just get your orders," she said, wiping her eyes. This time they
did more talking as they ate and Sally didn't consume near as much
food. Again cutting her burger, she only ate half of it. When the
waitress came back to inquire about desert, they asked for the pie to
go as well, but forgo the ice cream. She seemed a bit sad, but took
their plates away to wrap their extra food. When John slipped out to
the rest room the waitress came over to Sally.

"Come see me when you get a chance. I want to hear all about it," she
said.

"I will, god, it's been like a dream. He's been a perfect gentleman.
Too damn perfect in fact," Sally said, longingly.

"I did you both a great injustice that first night. I'm sorry," the
waitress replied.

"Tell you what. I'll come back and tell you all about what's happened
since, if you'll tell me what you two talked about while I was in the
bathroom," Sally said. The waitress looked pained and dropped her eyes
in shame.

"Not much to that. I made a snide remark about his motives towards you
and he put me in my place," the waitress said softly. Sally put her
hand over the waitresses.

"Well, I'll come back and we can talk about it. I need a good friend
here," she said. The waitress smiled at the young redhead.

"I could use one myself. Maybe I won't be so cynical," she said. Sally
squeezed her hand and she left wiping her eyes again as John came back.
She appeared a moment later with their doggie bag. "I put some ice
cream in a large Styrofoam cup anyway. On the house," she said.

"Thank you, that was nice," John said.

"No, Thank *you*, sir," the waitress said, she took John's bill and
brought him back his change, declining the massive tip he insisted
upon. She pocketed a five and walked away when he argued. John was
going to leave a large bill on the table, but Sally stopped him.

"No, she'd be insulted by it. Trust me," she said. John shrugged and
they left. Sally walked him back to his hotel, clinging to his arm. It
was a cold and clear night. The stars sparkled above the narrow lanes
between the tall buildings. John wanted to talk to the girls. Sally
insisted she catch a cab home alone. Telling him to come right over on
the slim chance they okayed it. She kissed him briefly outside the
entrance, then jumped in a cab the doorman had hailed for her. John
watched it pull away and then headed inside.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 47

The girls had another full day. They mostly finished up Sheila's
wardrobe. Then they started on accessory items like custom patterned
stockings. Weaving little flowers and hearts randomly into a large fine
net. For fun Cindy made her a body suit with her skin image printed on
it. Sheila insisted on one of Theresa as well. Lastly, Cindy made her a
surprise package while Sheila and Theresa were in the pool. A virtual
duplicate of her toy from John, only built for one. On a whim she added
surface casts of herself and Theresa threaded over the ends. She put
the whole thing into a gift box. She was just thinking about dinner
when the phone rang.

"Hello?" she said.

"Please don't hang up, I *need* to talk to you," John said. It was the
way he said *need* that softened her.

"I'm listening," she said.

"I've been a shit head," he said.

"I'm still listening," she said, smirking.

"I'm still a shit head," he said.

"I'm still listening," she said, but softer.

"You're not making this any easier.... Listen. I'm sorry. I should have
had more faith in you and Theresa. I shouldn't have fallen for Sheila
in the first place. I love you all more than I can say. I miss you all
desperately... but...." John faded off.

"But there's more.... Okay. What's happened?" Cindy asked.

"God, this doesn't seem like the right time to bring this up, but I
want to be honest with you. I don't ever want to hurt you again," John
said. Cindy sat down, her eyes closed a bit. She sighed heavily.

"What's her name?" she asked. John was silent for just long enough to
confirm her fears. "I guess you'd better tell me about it. *All* about
it," she said. John took a deep breath, then he told her about meeting
Sally, and what he did for her, and what they had and hadn't done.
Telling every detail down to their kiss when they'd parted just an hour
earlier. Cindy had listened carefully. She actually found herself
feeling very proud of her man.

"And you found her a job which she starts Tuesday and she has her own
apartment which she has a year's free rent on, so she'll be staying
there when you come back?" Cindy asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Now let me get this straight. You're calling your pissed off
*girlfriends* because you want to make love to a gorgeous young redhead
who this very minute is waiting patiently for you. You're calling to
get our permission to do this, but you haven't done it yet because of
us. Is that correct?" she asked.

"Well, I hadn't thought of it in those terms, but I guess that is
essentially correct," John replied. A laugh built up from deep in
Cindy's lungs. It broke through her lips and she laughed hard and long,
doubled over holding her aching sides. John waited patiently for the
end of his relationship.

When Cindy could talk again she said, "John, you are one in a million!
I forgive you totally and love you dearly. Please. Bed the girl with my
total and sincere blessing. But don't you dare bring home so much as a
microbe. Let alone a body. Okay?" John was speechless for a moment.

Finally he replied, "I love you."

"I love you too. Now stop wasting the poor girl's time. Get your ass
moving. Just leave something for us girls here, 'cause we're not going
to cut you any slack when you get back," Cindy said, still chuckling.

"God, I love you. I'll see you Monday evening," he said. Cindy hung up
the phone and busted out laughing again. The other two came in and
between gasps Cindy told them the whole story. When she reached the
punch line they all laughed long and hard for a long time. Tears
rolling down their cheeks.

"No more, I'll wet my pants," Theresa cried. That just set the other
two off again, Theresa sprinting for the bathroom. She returned a bit
later, wearing different pants.

"Well, you've got that right, John is one in a million," Sheila mused.

"You didn't really ask it just like that? Did you?" Theresa chuckled.

Cindy nodded, "Word for word," she gasped. Then they were all off
again.

John sat staring at the phone. Cindy's reaction had caught him totally
off guard. Never had it even occurred to him that the answer would be
yes. He'd thought that Cindy would yell and scream at him and hang up.
Then he would explain to Sally that it was out of the question. He
would fly home and pay his penance, whatever the girls wanted it to be.
He thought to himself that he would never, as long as he lived,
understand women.

He shook his head, but then jumped up and headed out the door. On the
way to Sally's he purchased two dozen long stemmed red roses. Once at
Sally's apartment house, he gave the flowers to the guard. A note
inside. The guard delivered them to her apartment. Sally took the box
of roses and opened it. Fearing the worst, that it was a conciliation
prize. She opened the note and read it. Tears flowing from her eyes,
she buzzed down to the guard and told him to send John right up.

She left her door ajar and then scurried into her bedroom. She already
had on the outfit she wanted, just in case. She put perfume behind her
ears, and then in several strategic spots. When John sheepishly
entered, he found her laying upon her huge four posted bed, wearing her
emerald green lingerie, a vision of loveliness. John pulled a bottle of
champagne from behind him.

"May I corrupt your morals?" John asked, holding the champagne bottle
before her.

"If you *don't,* I'm going to be very pissed off. If it turns out that
you're just teasing me you'd better protect your privates. 'Cause I've
got a whole drawer full of nice new sharp knives and I'll have you
inside me one way or the other," she said, not untruthfully. John
shivered at the thought, she rose up onto her knees and he moved to
her. The champagne forgotten for a long time. Several hours later she
lay with her head upon his shoulder, tracing little circles in his
chest hair with her fingertips.

"You really *are* going to be a tough act to follow, you know," she
said softly.

"You should have told me that it would be your first time," John said.

"What? And have you back out? No way!" she chuckled.

"But a woman's first time should be very special," John protested.

"John, I don't think it could possibly have been any more special. God,
my own apartment in New York City, huge four-posted bed, satin sheets?
A tender, kind, loving, handsome, rich, gentleman? Roses, Champagne? A
great job? God John, what could be more special?"

"Someone your own age," he replied.

"Oh poop. A boy my age would have ripped off my lingerie, fucked me
hard and popped off in fifteen seconds. You gave me almost a dozen
orgasms before you entered me, and at least a dozen more after that.
And... we're not through yet... are we?" Sally asked, grinning. John
sighed and caressed her back with one hand and her lovely breasts with
the other.

"No, just taking a break. Where's that champagne, we should have put it
on ice," he said.

"If you had stalled even a minute longer before you got into this bed I
may have been tempted to use those knives anyway," she chuckled. He
pulled her face up and kissed her gently. Just barely brushing her lips
with his. After a moment he deepened the kiss. Her tongue meeting his
as her body trembled. Later their sweat ran together and mingled as it
soaked into the sheets. Sally's lovely auburn hair damp and straggly.
She glowed like her roses. At that moment feeling more beautiful than
when dressed in her finest fashion.

John finally breathing regular, sleeping like a baby beside her. Sally
would remember this moment her entire life. Tears of joy flowed freely
from her eyes. She kissed him softly on the forehead. He stirred and
seeing her tears, tried to softly kiss them away. She hugged him with
all her might.

"Think you could find a little snack for an old man somewhere around
here?" he asked, sleepily.

"Oh... I might have an old crust of bread I could toast... in my new
toaster," she smiled at him. She kissed him softly, then sat up. He
instinctively traced his fingers over her nude breasts.

"You really are lovely," he said softly.

"And you really are wonderful," she said, kissing him again. She pulled
his shirt over her shoulders to keep the chill off. It was the closest
thing, discarded against one of the corner posts. She buttoned just a
few of the lower buttons to keep it about her. She felt his eyes upon
her as she walked into the kitchen. A moment later he joined her, clad
only in his trousers. He sat at her table while she put on some coffee.
She dug into the refrigerator for omelet fixings.

John felt a stirring in his trousers from the vision of loveliness bent
before him. She turned and caught him looking, holding his eyes with
her deep green ones. She felt like the sexiest woman on earth. The
feeling stayed with her as she felt his eyes upon her while she chopped
onions and peppers which she started saut�ing ahead of the rest. Adding
mushrooms and cheese along with sage, thyme and a teaspoon of salsa
with the eggs. She covered the pan, set it on low and moved into his
lap while it cooked. She kissed him softly.

"Too bad the champagne got warm," she said, finally.

"Here, let me up. I'll show you a special treat," John said.

"Let me make it. Just tell me what to do," she offered.

"No, if you bent into that fridge one more time we'd never get anything
to eat," John chuckled. She sat back on the table. The shirt just
accentuating her assets. Her breasts just teasingly hidden behind the
thin material. It really didn't hide anything. The dark circles of her
erect nipples clearly visible. The ends protruding through the fabric
like Hershey's Chocolate kisses. Between her legs the tip of her auburn
pubic patch peeked between the shirt tails. John did his best as he
fumbled with the orange juice while trying to look two directions at
once. He put some concentrate in the blender and then opened the
Champagne with a muted *phfftt*, beneath a towel thrown over the top.

"Why open it that way?" she asked. John explained while he set the
blender running. She nodded and got up, checking on the omelet. She
took a large spatula and gently folded it over. Added a table spoon of
water to the pan and then recovered it. John got down some wine goblets
as she dropped four slices of toast into her new toaster. John poured
the concoction and handed a glass to her. Raising his in toast.

"To the most beautiful woman in New York City," he said.

"To the most desirable man I ever met," she counter-toasted. They
sipped from their glasses. A surprised look and a smile spread on her
lips as she took another sip right away. John chuckled and took another
himself. Sally smacked her lips as she lifted the lid on the omelet,
turning it with the wide spatula. The first side perfect.

She recovered the pan and John joined her, helping to butter the four
slices that popped out of the toaster. She got down a saucer and two
large heavy china plates, admiring her new dishes. John got out the
silverware and napkins. Sally set the toast upon the saucer and then
divided the omelet, two-thirds for John, one-third for her. Dishing it
out onto the flower patterned china. She served him as he sat back
admiring her body once more.

The coffee finished dripping and she added a large mug for each of
them. Joining him at the table, she watched his face as he tested the
omelet. When he smiled at her she quivered a bit and beamed like a
little girl, proud of her first mud-pie. She dove into her own.
Surprised to find that it was really quite good.

"Hm... A good cook to boot. You make it damn hard for a man to leave,"
John said.

"I wished you didn't have to, or that I could go with you," Sally said.

"No you don't. You're a lovely young woman. One of the loveliest I have
ever met. The only reason I'm going back, is that the other loveliest
ones are waiting for me. I love them dearly. But even one of them will
be leaving me eventually. Maybe more. You've got a bright future to
look forward to. That's not what you'd find in a hole in the desert.
I'm just your first lover," John said. Sally dropped her eyes a moment.

"Actually.... John, you're my first *man*. I wasn't completely honest
with you when I told you about my gay friend. I didn't decline
completely. I just got scared and declined after she had... *done* me,"
Sally said, hanging her head.

"That so? Well darling, I'm just honored beyond words to be your first
man," John said.

"You don't think badly of me?" Sally asked.

"What on earth for? Dear heart, if you'll remember, I live with *two*
bisexual women. Possibly three. Why would I think badly of you?" John
asked, not understanding.

"Not that part... if I saw her again I might be more receptive. I mean
that you weren't my first ever. I wish you had been," she said.

"Sally, I didn't think I was going to be your first. A woman as
attractive as you are? That's not why I wanted to make love with you.
As far as I'm concerned, I *am* your first. There's blood on your
sheets in there to prove it. But even that doesn't make me your first.
Your first time is more a state of mind than a physical condition. The
first time is when you first give your heart away. You can still have
that," John said.

"Wrong again, oh wise one..... That would still make you my first. You
see... I do love you," Sally said, softly.

"Oh Christ. What have I done?" John moaned.

"Please don't regret it! You don't understand. I *wanted* you to be my
first. I'm *proud* that you are my first. You're what teenage girls
would dream of, if they had a clue. You're what every adult woman I've
ever known has been searching for, but never quite found. You're mine,
in here, in my heart. You will always be my first. Nobody can ever take
that away from me. If I never made love to another in my whole life I
could go to the grave happy," Sally said.

"Well, let's not push it. I'm proud that you wanted me..... So.. this
being your first love, what would you like? I'll let you pick your
memories ahead of time. Anything you want, I'll do my best to comply,"
John said. Sally looked at him. She softly touched his face.

"In that case.. I want you to make love to me on this table. Then I
want you to make love to me on the sofa. Then in every room in this
apartment, including the closets. I want you on the bed, the floor,
standing up, sitting down, in the shower and if you could figure a way,
hanging from the ceilings. I want you to make love to me in every
possible position and manner you know how or can make up. I want you
till the last possible instant when you have to leave Monday. I want it
to be genuinely painful for me to *walk* into work on Tuesday. But I'll
be glowing like those roses. And I'll know I've been loved by the
best," Sally said.

"Damn woman, better keep the coffee going and 911 on hold. You might be
shipping me back in a box," John chuckled.

"If so, then I'll weep over your grave. But if you go that way I intend
you should go happy," Sally said, unbuttoning the only two buttons
fastened. She climbed up on the table and pushed the plates aside. One
fell off and John reached for it.

"You bother with that now and I'll bust it over your head! Now kiss
me!" she said. John complied. A full day later he was trying to
remember her words, counting off the locations and positions. He looked
up at the ceiling and shook his head. He looked over at the closet and
grabbing Sally by the foot, dragged her laughing into it. Later they
soaked together in the tub.

"Well, you've filled one of the requirements," she said, snuggling to
him.

"What's that?" he asked, caressing a breast.

"I'm certainly going to be walking funny Tuesday," she chuckled.

"Sorry?" he asked.

"Not for an instant. Now I think I mentioned something about the
bathtub...." she said, kissing him.

When she let him breathe again he said, "Actually it was the shower."

"Oh... that too. But let's use the bed this time," she said, climbing
out and handing him a towel.

"I thought you were sore?" he said.

"Just in one spot. I've got others you haven't touched yet... or at
least entered," she grinned.

"You sure? That can be very painful if not done right," he said.

"Then we'd better just do it right, hadn't we?" she smirked.

"Any more coffee?" he asked.

"Maybe afterwards. Besides, it's bad for your heart," she said.

"And this isn't?" he chuckled.

"Nope, best exercise in the world," she said, drying him off. She
dropped to her knees and sucked his manhood into her mouth. She liked
doing it. Having just learned how to do it the second hour of their
lovemaking. Now she seemed like a pro as she sought to bottom her lips
against his testicles. To his surprise he responded to her warm mouth.
He'd lost count of how many times he'd done it. Once he was hard, she
stood and guided him to the bedroom, holding onto his manhood as a
handle. She climbed up on the bed and put her head down and her
buttocks up on the air. He stalled, looking around.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"We don't have any lubricant," he said.

"Then I suggest we try that extra virgin olive oil you insisted I have.
Somehow it seems appropriate," she giggled.

"I guess that will work... be back in a minute," he said. He headed
into the kitchen. He found a plastic quarter cup measuring cup and
poured some of the oil into it. Then he placed it into the microwave
for a few seconds.

"Hey, you eating out there? You've got a hot woman in here waiting for
you," she called from the bedroom.

"Not as hot as she's going to be," he called back. The oil was hot to
the touch, but not overly so. He carried it back into the bedroom and
had her place a towel under her. Then he dribbled the hot oil between
her lovely cheeks. She groaned in delight. John dipped his finger into
the oil and slid it between her ass cheeks. Finding her tender orifice,
he tickled it. Circling with his fingertip. Working more oil inwards as
he played with the virgin opening. She began to move her hips in rhythm
with his playing. John dipped his penis into the hot oil, wincing a
bit. Then he positioned himself against her and dribbled more oil over
the top of himself and around the end. He set it aside and slowly
pushed forward.

He guided her hips with his hand as she attempted to push back too
quickly. He continued to push inwards until his hips seated against her
cheeks. Then he lay still. Caressing her sides and back. Letting her
body get used to the concept. He made certain that his towel was beside
him and then grasping her whole body, rolled them over so she was atop
him.

Sally's body quivered. She had never known anything quite like what she
felt. At first her body had rejected the whole idea. Trying to force
him out again. Then it slowly relaxed. After a time the hot poker
inside her became the most incredible thing she had ever felt. John
moved his hips slightly, just barely beginning to move inside her.
Coincidentally his oiled fingers found her clitoris and rubbed it
softly while his other hand found and softly pinched her large nipples.

When she became comfortable with his movement, John had her sit up.
Putting her knees beside his hips. She began to move astride him
slowly. Building speed as her passion grew into a consuming fire. He
stopped her and had her turn around. She swiveled atop him, never
letting him out of her tight backside. Now they were face to face. She
kissed John like she had never kissed another before. His manhood hard
and hot inside her. Consuming her last vestige of inhibition. She began
to stroke her hips again, lost in pure abandon to lust.

Her psyche pleased that her man had had her in every imaginable way.
She felt every nerve in her body screaming that she was now a woman.
She began to bounce upon his hips like he was a bucking bronco. Then
liquid fire exploded inside her as John groaned in orgasm. The
screaming nerve ends all ganged up on her at once as an animalistic cry
escaped her lips. Her body convulsed harder than it ever had before.
The liquid fire seemed to climb inside her body until it exploded in
her mind like a sky rocket. She fell forward atop him, unconscious.

John held her trembling body against him. Feeling the random quivers
and contractions that ravaged her lithe body. He rolled her gently to
the side and then used the towels to tenderly clean her up. Her
sphincter contracting involuntarily at the slightest touch of the
towel. He used the other towel to wipe himself. Then snuggled beside
her and held her in his arms. Kissing her tenderly on the cheek. He lay
his head down and slipped into a blissful sleep beside her. Many hours
later he suddenly felt a burning set of lips upon his member. He sat up
suddenly.

Sally chuckled and asked, "Coffee?" Pointing to the mug on the night
stand. She took another sip to warm her mouth and again descended upon
his manhood. John didn't need coffee to wake up with what she was doing
to him. Despite more loving that he'd ever done before, even when he
was a young man, he responded to her hot mouth. Once he was hard, she
moved atop him, facing him and impaled herself upon him. She lay still
atop him, just reveling in his presence within her. She kissed him
deeply and then lay her head upon his shoulder.

"Thank you for making me a woman," she whispered softly.

"You were a woman before," John said.

"Maybe, but I didn't feel like it. Now every nerve in my body screams
it to me," she replied. He held her close to him. Slowly moving his
hips. He pushed in until he felt himself seat against her cervix, then
a bit more. Then he slowly withdrew almost all the way and then just as
slowly pushed up into until he once again seated against her cervix. He
continued this slow movement on every subsequent stroke. Her breath
coming harder in her chest. She lifted her head and looked into his
eyes. Feeling every blessed fraction of an inch in every blessed
stroke. The man she loved looked back into her eyes. His fingers softly
traced her body. Finding and softly tweaking her swollen nipples. A bit
raw from all the attention they had received. No more raw than her
swollen red pussy lips which even now screamed for more.

"I'll never have enough of you," she gasped, as her body began
convulsing atop him. She kept her eyes open. Even when she felt his
warm seed gush up inside her. He fought to do the same. Her body
convulsing a last time atop him she bent to kiss him deeply. "I love
you," she said.

"I love you too," he said. Despite her previous state, she convulsed
again atop him.

"No, I will never have enough of you. We could make love every minute
of every day for the rest of our lives and I still wouldn't have enough
of you," she said solemnly.

"So I guess I'm just wasting my time here, huh?" he chuckled.

"Don't please. Not even as a joke. I don't want to ever think that you
regretted a single minute of this weekend," she said, tears in her
eyes. He hugged her to him.

"Just the minutes it took me too long to get here," he said. She
shivered atop him and he caressed her softly for a long time. He was
still inside her and somehow he found the moment one of the most erotic
of his life. He began to grow again. She lifted her head in joyful
surprise. This time they moved together, eyes locked. Grinning at each
other. Their hips moving in perfect rhythm as their breath left their
lungs in complete unison. They lay together caressing each other. Again
they slept.

Sometime later he called out, "Feed me, or I'll not kiss another lip!"
She chuckled and sashayed her happy ass into the kitchen. He crawled
after her. Only half in theatrics as he slowly climbed up into a chair.

"Meat for the hungry warrior?" she asked.

"Uh!" he grunted.

"Medium rare?" she asked.

"Uh!" he replied.

The girls had an uneventful Sunday... almost. If you don't count making
love about seven different times between the various combinations.
Cindy talked Sheila into delaying her return a few days longer.
Thinking that it would be a great surprise to John just having her
there. She didn't count on the condition he would be arriving in.

The guard looked over the sign-in sheet as he came on duty. He flipped
back a few pages to be sure. 'God damn! He's still up there!' he
thought. Neither had left the apartment for a day and a half. A
messenger brought his suitcase and briefcase from his hotel. The guard
took pity on them and carried it up. A soft knock on the door brought a
scurry of activity behind the door and then a *very* happy looking
young redhead with straggly hair opened the door for him. The guard
grinned as he set down the luggage and took his leave.

The apartment had reeked of sex... mixed with the pleasant aroma of
garlic on a steak. Guess it takes some guys longer to get started...
but the old coot had made up for it in style. The guard thought. It
made him proud to be a man.

John was standing on the bed examining something on the canopy when
Sally returned to the bedroom. His shriveled manhood dangling in front
of him in invitation. At least Sally took it as an invitation. He
chuckled, but continued his inspection.

"What *are* you doing?" she asked between licks.

"Just examining the structural integrity of your bed," he replied.

"What for, did we break it?" she giggled, continuing her attack.

"Not yet.... Just pondering your initial request... I think it will
hold," he said, cryptically.

"What *are* you talking about?" she asked, giving up her attack
temporarily. John grinned at her ferociously. He ran out and brought a
chair back with him. He stood on it and extended a hand to her. She
didn't know what he had in mind until he lifted her up onto the canopy.
She rolled onto it, scant inches from the ceiling as he struggled up
behind her. She suddenly realized what he was doing and broke into
laughter, which she suddenly squelched as he started to kiss her. They
made love bumping into the ceiling and the bed creaking dangerously.
Later he swung over the edge and lowered himself. Then reached up to
help her as she let herself down. Kissing her rear cheeks as they
passed his lips.

"Happy now?" he asked.

"Ecstatic!" she beamed.

"Can you think of anyplace we missed?" he said.

"Nope... under the bed maybe... but I don't think we'd fit," she
chuckled.

"Let's find out," he said. They didn't, but John didn't let it stop
him. He took her on the floor next to the bed. When they could breathe
again, he said, "Well, darling. I'm just about played out. Want to
share a tub with me? I've only got four hours to make my flight."

"That's plenty of time," she said.

"I'm not sure I could make it to the lobby in four hours," he said,
crawling in the direction of the bath. He lay soaking in the tub, she
snuggled back against him.

"I don't know if I set any all time world records this weekend, but
I've virtually tripled my previous best..... I think. I lost count
about a day ago," he moaned.

"Twenty-nine times in thirty-six hours," she mused happily.

"You counted?" he asked.

"Yup. I remember every one of them," she said, smiling.

"How about yourself? Do you remember how many orgasms you had?" he
asked.

"I lost count of that around a hundred and thirty," she mused.

"How long ago was that?" he asked.

"Oh.... let's see.... in front of the stereo? No.... I think we were
actually in the bed," she said.

"So by my reckoning that puts you around a hundred-forty-eight or
nine... Once more will make me an even thirty and you a hundred-fifty,"
he grinned.

"You've *got* to be kidding!" she moaned. He wasn't. She actually
passed a hundred-fifty with a few to spare. A few hours later they were
dressed, hair combed and helping each other walk. She carried his
briefcase, as he struggled with his suitcase. The guard in the lobby
jumped up to help them, taking both bags from the grateful couple.
Although clean and well groomed, they walked like zombies. Their lips
chapped, almost raw.

The guard hailed a cab and got them into it with the luggage. He
repeated the words "Airport" for the driver. As neither was talking so
well. He watched the cab drive off. "Got to be some kind of world
record," he said to the receding cab.

They got John's bags checked in, mostly through help from the curbside
check-in attendants. Sally checked his briefcase, not trusting him to
carry anything. Then she kissed him deeply, oblivious to the crowds
streaming around them and the startled stares from people who noticed
their ages. She walked him to the security check through. He probably
looked like a bombed out junkie to the guards. They took one look at
her and understood why. She looked much the same.

"I love you," she said, kissing him one last time.

"And I love you," he said.

"Remember me next time you're in town," she said.

"Not bloody likely I'll forget this weekend.... or week," he said,
managing the energy to smile at her.

"Well... you'd better go. Give me a call when you can," she said.

"E-mail the number to me when you get your phone," he said.

"Count on it. You might just get a letter or two out of me," she said.

"That would be nice.... I'll miss you," he said.

"Not half as much as I'll miss you.. now get your ass on the plane,"
she said, tears welling up into her eyes. She kissed him hard and then
left, staggering her way back to the curb. She hailed a cab with tears
running down her face. Somehow John made his way onto his plane. He was
asleep before it left the ground. A stewardess let him sleep until the
plane was virtually empty at his destination. Shaking him gently awake.
Without thought he softly caressed the hand. The stewardess grinned but
shook him harder. He opened his eyes, suddenly pulling his hand away
from hers.

"Oh...sorry. I didn't realize," he said.

"I know. It's okay... Uh, sir, we've landed. I think that's your
helicopter waiting out there," she said.

"Oh...of course. Thank you," he said, fumbling with his seat belt. She
took pity on him, opening it for him. Then helping him to his feet. He
staggered off the plane and an attendant walked him to his helicopter,
his luggage already on board. The stewardess looked after him, wishing
she had put him in that condition. She had never in her life seen a
more contented man returning from New York City.

The attendant got him belted in and his headset on. He was asleep again
before they lifted off. Not even noticing when they made a stop at the
helicopter's home base and a large cargo net was attached.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 48

On Monday afternoon the girls were lounging around nude in the
solarium. Each a little nervous over John's return.

"Wonder where our wayward child is?" Theresa chuckled.

"He'll be here... he better," Cindy said.

"God, I'm so nervous," Sheila said. A distant thump-thump of a
helicopter rotor spurned them all into action. Cindy flipped the
controls that rolled the roof back into place. The helicopter could
land with it in any position, but this gave them a moment more to get
out of sight. They headed to the entry and each climbed into a
snowmobile suit. Not bothering with any clothing under it. They pulled
on boots, gloves and hats. Then went out just as the helicopter was
circling.

The pilot came in and gently set the cargo net beside the pad,
releasing it. Then circled once more as the girls secured it. He
touched down lightly and motioned to the girls. Sheila and Cindy came
in with their heads ducked while Theresa held the net down. The pilot
yelled out the window for them to wake his passenger up. Sheila crawled
in and kissed him.... nothing. She pulled back bemused. She undid his
belt and pulled off his headset. The noise of the rotor brought him
half awake. His eyes barely nodding a flicker of recognition at Sheila
as she and Cindy helped him out. Cindy went back to unloading the
luggage as Sheila guided him safely away from the pad..

The blast of cold air helped revive him enough for the girls to guide
him inside. They walked him straight down and put him into the bed.
Theresa waved the helicopter away. Then she began to open the cargo
net. It was filled with a mixture of hydroponics tanks and chemicals
and what looked like dress boxes and shopping bags. She opened one of
the bags and pulled out a lovely piece of lingerie, looking at it
curiously. Looking after the receding helicopter. She shrugged and
began to transfer the items inside. Cindy and Sheila joined her and
they got the whole bunch inside.

"Where's John?" Theresa asked.

"OUT!" Cindy snapped.

"Out where?" Theresa asked, not understanding.

"Out cold!" Sheila said, somewhat dejected.

"Asleep?" Theresa asked. Both the others nodded. "Wonder what *she* did
to him... even if he's only had an hour or two's sleep we can usually
wake him up," Theresa said.

"Must be one hell of a woman. I'm just glad she stayed there," Cindy
said.

"If she did that to him, so am I," Sheila said. Theresa nodded,
thoughtfully. John slept for a solid twelve hours. Waking on his bed,
nude. Bodies warm and snug around him everywhere he looked. Cindy and
Theresa were on either side of him. His head lay in Sheila's lap.

'Oh god, am I in trouble!' he thought. As gently as he could he
extracted himself from the bed. The two girls rolling together in his
absence, snuggling to Sheila's shapely legs. John stood looking at the
lovely sight and then slipped out. He used the bath in the guest room
and then made his way to the kitchen. He put on some coffee and made a
sandwich. He was on his third wedge of club sandwich when Cindy
appeared at the door.

"The dead live.... must have been one hell of a woman," she said, not
too coldly. John opened his arms to her and she was in them in a shot.
Hugging and kissing him. "Oh, god. I missed you!" she cried.

"I'm sorry I'm such a shit head," he said.

"I don't care... as long as you're my shit head," she said.

"All yours," he said. Kissing her deeply. He winced a bit over his
lips.

"What *did* that woman do to you?" Cindy chuckled.

"I think she was testing the endurance of the male species for a
science project," he chuckled.

"Damn you. You promised you'd save some for us. I talked Sheila into
staying so she'd be here to welcome you. And you return a god damned
zombie," she cried.

"I'm sorry... I never tried to make love thirty times in a day and a
half before," John said.

"Thirty!? Are you serious?" Cindy asked.

"So she said. I lost count around twelve," John said.

"And what did *you* do to her?" Cindy asked.

"The best we could figure, about a hundred-fifty, maybe a few more," he
said, sipping at his coffee.

"That's incredible... I'm jealous... But why so much?" Cindy asked.

"I didn't intend on it. But I didn't count on her being a virgin
either. When I found out it had been her first time.... well, I wanted
to make it extra special for her. I told her that I would do anything
she wanted if she'd just let me know..... So.. she says... she wanted
me on the table, the sofa, the floor, in the closet, the bath, the bed,
in doorways, standing up, laying down, sitting and hanging from the
ceiling. The last request was one of the hardest to fulfill. We ended
up on top of her canopy bed. We tried it underneath too, but we
couldn't fit," John said. Cindy hugged her man.

"Poor baby... but I only count twelve," Cindy chuckled.

"Add four times before she said that. Then another eight times in the
bed at various later times. Then once *under* the table, once in front
of the stereo, again in the closet, again sitting at the table, once on
the kitchen counter and again in the bath," John concluded.

"That's thirty.... this woman must *never* step foot in this house, I
mean that," Cindy said, seriously.

"Oh... I was hoping she could come visit and meet you girls in about
six months," John said, dejected.

"Oh...Okay," Cindy said, happily, hugging him. "Want any other women in
your life? Maybe Theresa and I could seduce a pep club at college or
something," Cindy continued.

"No! No more women in my life! Besides the ones I've already got, that
is," John said.

"You certain? It might be fun seducing a pep club," Cindy chuckled.

"You're making fun of me," John said.

"What do you expect, John? Four women in your life. *Four!*" Cindy
cried. John turned to her. Looking her right in the eyes.

"Now please listen carefully to exactly what I say. Because I'm not
complaining about it. But these *are* the facts. Of those four women,
you perhaps are the only one that I've initiated a relationship with.
And that was after you did your damnedest to seduce me. One: Theresa
impaled herself upon me in my sleep. Two: you arrived and you and
Theresa started playing who the hell can dress the sexiest. Okay, we
get involved. Three: I go to San Francisco on business. Sheila asks to
come to my room, then asks if she can sleep with me anyway after I tell
her I can't have intercourse with her. I still haven't.

"And Four: Now Sally. I met her hungry on the street. I took her to a
diner and fed her. I thought I could help her. I got her *her own*
private room for the night. Bought her some clothes she could work in
and found her a good job and a place to live. I helped her set it up.
Now, she strips naked in front of me, telling me how much she wants me
and how I'm welcome in her bed anytime I want. I fight her off for two
days, after being without sex for five days.

"I finally call you and ask permission if I can sleep with her. Now you
tell me yes, with your blessing and all is forgiven. Come home soon.
Now you're objecting to my relationships with whom? I love each of you
deeply and dearly. But the simple fact is that I've just been a victim
of circumstance from the minute Theresa stepped in front of my car. I
haven't hardly had a moment's peace since then, that's spelled 'p e a c
e'. It refers to tranquility, which is why I moved out here into the
desert in the first place. It refers to contentment. The contentment to
sit looking at the stars, just sharing each other's presence without
every occasion in life being an excuse for an orgy.

"Now basically you're burned because after helping a woman off the
street, she wants me to be her first man and I try to make that a
special occasion for her. After doing my best to kill myself in a
sexual marathon, I actually sleep for twelve hours when what you have
in mind is your own little love fest. Well, I'm sorry, but I don't feel
guilty. Now if you give me a little time and food, I will do my very
best to fulfill all your desires and the other women's too. Okay?" John
concluded. Cindy sobbed against him. He held her, waiting for whatever
came.

"I'm sorry... I never looked at it from your point of view before....
Sometimes I've tried to... but it never seemed like you just said. I
guess I've just had this image of you and I... together.... I do
understand peace. I've dreamed about sitting watching you barbecue
hamburgers on the deck... It never occurred to me that it was my
dream... not yours," Cindy sobbed.

"Cindy, there's nobody else I'd love barbecuing for besides you. I love
you with all my heart. But I told you from the start that there was a
problem with our age difference. Everyone can deny it, but it's true.
We don't think the same. And it's not because either of us is doing
something wrong. We think differently, because people of different ages
think differently. Now I don't want our relationship to end. I really
do love you. But I can't promise I'm ever going to think the same way
you do either.

"I try to understand the best I can and to do things I think are
*right*. Sometimes what *I* think is right, may be *wrong* for *you*.
Sometimes what you think is right, is going to be wrong for me. That's
just the facts of life. It doesn't mean I don't love you. It doesn't
mean I'm an uncaring asshole. Fact is that I think I've been
outstandingly tolerant. Before you and Theresa came into my life, I was
never exposed to bisexuality. But I didn't judge you for that, I still
don't. But as open minded as I have been, on the other side I expect an
open mind in return.

"Now... Sheila..... I think first off that she's the best person to run
your company. Beyond that, yes, I'm attracted to her. You were too when
you first met her. Now, I have *yet* to have sexual relations with her.
You and Theresa had her all to yourself, for a whole week. During most
of that week, I slept alone. Up to the last day and a half. During
which time I spent with a lovely young girl I thought *needed* me. And
then only after I asked for and received not only your *permission*,
but your *blessing*. I left her there. I wouldn't have minded staying,
she sure as hell wanted me to. But I came back to you. Now, what is
fair? What is right?" John asked.

"I don't know... I just know I love you...and I don't want to lose
you," Cindy cried.

"I don't want to lose you either.... that's why I came back. Fact is
that I didn't *expect* you to say yes when I called to ask your
permission. I expected you to scream and shout and hang up on me. Then
I would have felt justified telling Sally no. But you didn't say no.
You can't really get mad at me for that one," John said.

"I know... And when you explained the circumstances....I didn't want to
tell you no.. but I didn't expect.... that you'd enjoy it," she said.

"When darling, have *any* of us *not* enjoyed it?" John chuckled. She
smiled.

"I know... I guess I'm just not used to being jealous," she said.

"You know yourself that jealousy is rooted in insecurity. Now I have no
intention of changing my relationship with you. You've told me you
intend to be with me till I die. I haven't got a clue why you'd want
to. But that's certainly agreeable to me. Now I don't expect to have an
ongoing relationship with Sally. She's there, far away. All alone,
beautiful and talented in a big city. If she doesn't fall in love, and
soon, then it's her own damn fault. I really only wanted to help her
out. In fact... I've been trying to figure out a way to help others
like her, and you and Theresa... without having to be personally
involved with each and every one of them. For one thing, I don't have
the stamina or emotional energy. My sphere of love has bounded, finite
limits. I fully intend to apply what little I have to those who love me
now.

"That means you first.. Theresa for as long as she wants and Sheila for
as long as it works with us all. Fact is that I thought Sheila might be
a good friend for you when Theresa went away. I don't know if I could
keep you happy all by myself," John said.

"You really love me first?" Cindy asked.

"Well, I couldn't say it in front of Theresa, or Sheila... but yes. I
do. I've never tried to deny that I've wanted you since the first
moment I met you. When you were looking at me like I was a dirty old
man who had absconded with your girlfriend," John chuckled.

"I was right on both counts, too," Cindy chuckled.

"Yes, you were... but Theresa absconded with herself," John said.

"Uh... John. About Theresa... she needs all the love we can give her,"
Cindy said.

"Okay... why?" he asked.

"Well.... Sheila got her talking... She opened up and told us all about
her family and why she left. I had no idea how bad her life was. Like
Sheila said, I'm amazed the girl can smile at all," Cindy said.

"Bad huh?" John asked.

"The worst. And her life stayed bad right up to the moment she met
you... I guess just like Sally in New York..... If she hadn't met you,
where would she be?" Cindy asked... seeing things in a new light.

"Oh.. I don't know. Something might have turned up for her. Maybe not.
She was begging for money for food when I met her. I just couldn't turn
my back on her. I'm amazed that anybody can," John said. Cindy nodded
against his shoulder.

"You know... it's not so much that I had to do for her... I guess I
didn't have to sleep with her, maybe it would have been better for all
involved if I hadn't.... but I'm not really sorry I did. I think it
will serve as a transition point in her life. The bad things that
happened to her occurred when she was a child... from here on out,
she's a woman and she knows it. Anyway, financially it wasn't that much
to help her. If you throw out the first two hotel nights, because I
didn't want to look any harder for options. There's six-hundred. So, I
guess clothes were the big part. But they didn't need to be that
fancy.. followed by furniture.. which didn't have to be that fancy...
then food. Which didn't amount to all that much.. and I gave her three
hundred in cash... mostly to tide her over till her paychecks started
to come in. She insists she'll pay me back...and I think she really
will... but I'm thinking that for around ten grand a year you could
help just about anybody change their life," John concluded.

"Ten grand is a fortune to most people of the world, John," Cindy said.

"I know... but I was thinking... If this fashion thing gets as big as
everybody seems to think it will get.... well, I've got all the money I
need. I think I want to start a foundation to help the homeless with my
proceeds from it," John said.

"What kind of foundation? How would you help them?" Cindy asked.

"I don't know what kind.. as far as how to help them. One of the
problems Sally had, was that you need an address to get a job and a job
to get an address. The other problem is that nobody wants to hire a
dirty person. So... a place where they can get a post office box, where
they can receive phone messages. Where they can make outgoing calls.
Where they can wash their clothes and take a shower without having to
worry about what few possessions they have. After that, sparse
housing... and I mean sparse. A bed and a crapper. Someplace where they
can sleep without freezing to death and take a crap in peace. That's
it. Nothing that will encourage those who don't want to work to hang
around, but a means for those who're stuck on the street to get off of
it. Permanently. Also a time limit. If you're not employed.... rather,
if you're employed or not after six months.. you're outta there," John
said.

"But how would you keep such a place from becoming a haven for drug
usage and such?" Cindy asked.

"Simple rules. No visitors in rooms. No communal area. This is a place
to get your shit together, that's all. No drinking, no drugs, first
offense, you're out," John explained.

"Kind of harsh isn't it?" Cindy asked.

"Nope. Life on the streets, that's harsh. This is a way out, not a way
to prolong it. Take it seriously or get out of the way for someone who
will," John said.

"I think it would help... How would you keep track....I mean, what's to
keep a person from using someone else's name? If they get kicked out of
one, that is. What's to keep them from just going to another one and
using a different name?" Cindy queried.

"Social Security numbers. With proof. Funny, the government could save
themselves millions by doing the same thing. You could call it a
government loan. Charge it to their Social Security number. When they
get a job, they start paying back into the system. Any income tax
refund they were due would go towards paying the government back. But
in the meantime, they're off the welfare system," John said.

"Sounds like it could help.... Uh....John?" Cindy said.

"Yes, dear."

"I've been thinking... almost everybody you've been involved with...
You've been helping them out, haven't you? I mean, Theresa, Me, Sally
and Sheila," Cindy said.

"Not really Sheila, she was well off and totally competent all on her
own. I don't think I'm helping her in any way," John said.

"That's not true... Maybe not financially... but Sheila needs you,"
Cindy said.

"How so?" John asked.

"She needs your *understanding* of the lifestyle she has chosen... or
if you believe it... that chose her or whatever. She told Theresa and I
that you were everything that her husband wasn't. I guess that he
wasn't very tolerant of her attraction to women. Then you show up in
her life. You're living with two women who love each other. Well,
besides the fact that you're a handsome, macho stud who can make love
thirty times in a day and a half, she loves you because she needs your
understanding," Cindy said.

"Hmm....maybe so.. So where is this leading?" John asked.

"Well, it's just that... you've been helping everyone whom you've been
involved with. And I've been getting jealous of them. When what you're
doing for them, is the exact same thing you've been doing for me. I
realize that now... And I'm sorry... You have my open blessing to help
anybody you wish to in any manner you see fit. That includes sleeping
with them," Cindy said.

"No thank you," John said simply.

"Huh?" Cindy said.

"Cindy, darling. I'm throttling back. My personally helping days are
over. When Theresa goes off to college, that project will be over. I'll
still be happy to see her, and she'll always be welcome in my bed. But
essentially it will be over. You have chosen, of your own free will, to
stay with me. But even so you are well on your way to being financially
secure... If the fashion deal works out, financially *very* secure.
You, as a *project* are over. You now share my bed as an equal, not one
of my wards. Sheila, if she chooses to be involved with us on an equal
basis, is welcome to stay. For whatever reasons she cares about us. I
don't consider her a project. Sally is established, or soon will be.
That's why I wanted her to visit in six months. About that time she
should have the fashion house all organized and whipped into shape.
What I had in mind for her, was a sort of graduation party. She's too
close to what she's doing. She won't see the progress she's making. Not
until she steps back from it and views it objectively. That's when she
will really become a woman. When she realizes that she *can* do it,
because she has *done* it.

"But while I want her to realize that, and as lovely and sensual as she
is, I was planning on having you right there hanging on my arm saying
'This is my man. You may share him for a while. I might even join you
or enjoy you myself, but when you go back, he will still be my man.'
And then the Sally project is closed. I'm free to love as I please, for
the reasons that I please. Does this make any sense to you?" John
asked.

"It does now.... And I like the sound of that... 'This is my man'....
You've never talked to me about any of this before. Why not?" she
asked.

"Part of it I just realized myself. Besides that, your biggest
complaint with me has been me not being open and honest with you. I
thought about that long and hard while I was in New York, after you
chewed me out. And you're absolutely right. But sometimes being open
and honest isn't being kind. It might have been kinder to lie to you
about Sally. But I can't do that. I don't want to do that.

"I want to be open and honest with you. That's what I was being when I
called you up and asked permission to bed Sally. At first, you were
ecstatic about my honesty. You were right up to the point where it took
my time away from you. I don't think it was that I enjoyed myself.
You've never begrudged me that. Nor have I, you. I think you were a
little jealous, because I've never made love to you thirty times in a
day and a half.... but when have we had that opportunity? It most
certainly wasn't because I didn't *want* to make love to you that much.
We've just never had the chance.

"Besides... making love with you.... is *special*. It always has been.
We've never *needed* to make love that much to show each other how much
we care. For me one orgasm with you is worth a dozen that I experienced
with Sally. She didn't know how to experience the *depth of feeling*
that we do. She only came close on two of those thirty... well maybe
three. The first time is undoubtedly deep for anybody.... anyway. She
experienced physical love, without ever knowing the deeper true
feelings that make it really special," John said.

"Dear heart, will you take me to bed and just hold me? We can use the
guest room so we won't disturb the others," Cindy asked.

"Of course... what about.... Won't they feel slighted or something?"
John asked.

"I don't really care. I want *my man* in my arms *now*," she said.

"Okay... but I don't think I could perform yet," John said.

"Doesn't matter. I just want you there, holding me. Okay?" Cindy asked.

"Okay..... I love you," John said.

"I must love you too. I just listened to you tell me how you made love
to another woman thirty times and how you never did that to me because
you care more for me...and I bought it. I actually feel good about it.
Now either I'm losing it... or I love you. I'd prefer it was the
latter," she chuckled.

"But it's the truth!" he protested.

"I know it is. That's why I want you to hold me. I listened to every
word you said. Every word made absolute sense. I understand.... and I
never did before. Sheila accused Theresa and I of being self-less. I
told her that I was *very* selfish. Because you were my man and I
wanted what you wanted. I didn't actually believe myself then... but I
do now. I really believe that I want what you want. Because for the
first time I understand that whatever you want... *it's right*. It's
the right thing to *do*, it's the right thing to *feel*, it's the right
way to *think*," Cindy concluded.

"I'm not so certain that's true. I wouldn't count on that if I were
you," John chuckled.

"*I'm* sure it's true... as far as counting on it... I know that your
long term average will work out that way. But even in the short term,
you're always *trying* to do what's right. That's good enough for me,"
Cindy said.

"Did I ever tell you that I love you?" John said.

"A few times.. I never hear it enough," Cindy replied.

"Well.... I do love you," John said.

"You talk too much. Come prove it," Cindy said, taking his hand and
leading him.

* * *

About the time John and Cindy were heading back to bed, Sally was
dragging herself out of hers. She was still groggy, but ecstatically
happy. Everything in her life was new. New job starting in a few hours.
New apartment, new clothes. She was so new to the apartment, she still
had to grope for the light switches. She retrieved a cup of coffee from
the automatic pot she had set up before falling into bed the day before
and set about establishing a morning routine.

A few hours later she showed up at the fashion house, twenty minutes
early, eager to start work. She walked a little tenderly, but when
asked sloughed it off as strained muscles in her lower back from over
exerting herself over the weekend. (Not far from the truth.) She'd be a
little sore for a few days and then should be fine.

First thing at work she discussed her priorities with the manager,
consulting the working agenda John had helped her prepare on her new
laptop. The manager seemed very pleased about her ambitious approach.
He questioned her about John not picking up copies of her contract the
day before. She informed him that he'd had a very busy day and just
barely made his flight as it was. He had asked her to fax them to him.
The manager shrugged.

Sally read over the contracts carefully. John had told her that even if
she didn't understand them fully, to appear to read them carefully.
They were pretty straight forward though, she had no qualms about
signing them. The manager countersigned them and a secretary witnessed
them. She had a job! The apartment was hers for a year, regardless of
how the job worked out. She had full benefits, holidays off, sick leave
and two weeks paid vacation after six months. She already knew how she
would use them. She missed John terribly already. She missed him the
instant she woke up that morning and reached for him.

She sighed to herself and set about her tasks for the day. She was
still at it late into the evening. She caught herself nodding off and
then noticed the time. She closed up her laptop, stroked her new desk
lovingly. Looked smiling around her new office again and headed home.
She splurged and bought Chinese take out for dinner. When she hit the
bed, her exhaustion overcame her loneliness and she was out like a
light. During the night she hugged a pillow tightly to her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 49

"So what goes on here?" Theresa's voice asked. Cindy lifted her head
and put her finger to her lips. John stirred anyway.

"Mmmm.... Hi, pumpkin. Can I have a hug?" he said.

"You most certainly can," Theresa said, diving onto the bed. She hugged
him fiercely. He hugged back with as much strength as he had.

"Let me brush my teeth, and I'll greet you properly," he said.

"Oh pooh!" Theresa said, kissing him deeply. John was reserved in his
kiss. "Well, you'd better go brush your teeth if that's the best you
can do before then. But honest. Your breath is not bad," Theresa said.

"Can't be too good," John said, crawling off the bed. Cindy watched him
go.

"I wished you hadn't wakened him. I wanted to let him sleep," she said.

"Whatever for?" Theresa asked.

"You have no idea what he's been through. You remember our first week
without him. How much we slept?" Cindy asked.

"Of course... how could I forget *that*?" Theresa chuckled.

"Well, John just went through the equivalent of over half that week,
only he did it in thirty-six hours," Cindy said.

"He couldn't possibly have gone through that in thirty-six hours. Isn't
physically possible.. for a man," Theresa replied.

"Thirty times!" Cindy informed her.

"Thirty!" Theresa gasped.

"Thirty," Cindy replied.

"God.... no wonder he was such a zombie," Theresa mused.

"Anyway... I thought if he could sleep all day he might possibly have
half a chance to properly welcome Sheila tonight," Cindy said.

"I will do my best for god and country," John proclaimed, returning.

"I was referring to doing your best for Sheila," Cindy chuckled.

"I thought she was leaving yesterday," John said.

"She stayed to see you. But all she got was a vacant stare," Theresa
chided.

"Leave the poor boy be," Cindy scolded.

"Well, he'd better think of some way to speed up the recovery, 'cause
Sheila's putting on her war paint and battle gear now," Theresa said.

"I shall just have to tell her the truth...... that I was abducted by
pirates who made me rape camels and service every harem on the Slave
coast. I barely escaped by the skin of my teeth by using my profound
wit. I had one log for a raft and no oar. I had to use my manhood to
paddle back," John said. Cindy busted out laughing.

"I may have believed you... right up to the profound wit part. You'd
better leave that part out if you're going to tell it to Sheila. Try
substituting 'fluke of luck' instead," Theresa chuckled.

"Woman may have a point... safer to lie," John mused.

"Well, at least *that woman* left your horrid sense of humor," Cindy
chuckled.

"Horrid? How dast you cast dispersions upon my character like that?"
John replied, indignantly.

"How *dast I cast*?" Cindy asked.

"Past tense of dare-est.... I'll have you know, that what I find
humorous *is* funny and what all others find funny is either sick or
boring," John asserted.

"Whatever you say, dear," Cindy said.

She was going to kiss him but Theresa jumped in, "Oh no, me next." She
pulled her to him and tested his mouthwash. It must have been okay as
she tested it for a long, long time. Her hand toyed with his manhood
while she did it. It lay there. She pulled back and looked at it. "I
think she broke it," she said.

"Precisely why I was going to let him sleep," Cindy said, butting in to
re-claim her aborted advance. She kissed John tenderly.

"I think it moved," Theresa said.

"What's for breakfast?" Cindy asked.

"That's what I came to find out, it's your turn," Theresa chuckled.

"Oh... John?" Cindy asked.

"What?" he said.

"What would you like for breakfast?" Cindy asked, exasperated.

"Oh... Nine Tawna leaves should do it," he mused.

"Huh? What the hell are Tawna leaves?" Theresa asked.

"Just showing my age.. In an ancient movie called *The Mummy's Curse*,
they used nine Tawna leaves broken into boiling water to revive the
mummy," John said.

"Will coffee and French toast do?" Cindy asked.

"Sounds like a good start... Bacon and eggs too," he replied.

"That many eggs is bad for your heart. Not to mention what the bacon
does," Cindy stated.

"That's why I don't *usually* eat that many... but this morning, that's
what I want. Breakfast strips will be fine for the bacon..... about
six," he replied. Cindy gave him one of her special exasperated looks.
But headed off.

"*How dast I cast..*." she mumbled. "Theresa, you may tease him.... but
don't do any further damage," she called back.

"Uppity cooks," muttered John.

"Where else will you find cooks that make you hungry just from what
they wear?" Theresa asked.

"Or don't wear, rather," John chuckled.

"I always wear at least a T-shirt.......... whenever I'm cooking
bacon," Theresa said. John crawled back onto the bed, leaning against
the headboard. Theresa crawled up next to him and kissed him softly,
then rested her head against his shoulder.

"You may begin the teasing... but I warn you. A harem full of nude
virgins would be unlikely to stir me," he said.

"Did you really make love thirty times in thirty-six hours?" Theresa
asked.

"No.... it was thirty-four and a half. I had a flight to catch," John
said.

"Must have been a hell of a woman," Theresa said, moodily.

"She is... but don't be jealous. She wouldn't understand this," he
said, drawing the back of his fingernail gently down her arm from her
shoulder. She giggled and shivered.

"Then why did you do it?" she asked.

"I'm not quite sure.... For one thing, it was her first time.... I
wanted it to be memorable.... for another... I couldn't bring her back
with me. I knew I wouldn't see her for a long time. Beyond that, I
can't say," he said.

"She damn sure ought to remember thirty orgasms," Theresa mused.

"Oh, no. That was me. We figured her at somewhere above a hundred and
fifty," John said.

"A hundred and fifty!!! God, and I thought you were a zombie. I'll bet
she's still asleep!" Theresa giggled.

"Better not be, today's her first day of work," John said.

"You did that to her knowing she had to start a new job today?" Theresa
asked.

"That was one of her criteria; that it be difficult for her to walk in
to work. I think I can safely say she got her wish," John said.

"I'll say.... but how come you never did that to me?" Theresa asked.
John sighed.

"A victim of my own reputation.... As I told Cindy, about four this
morning, because I never needed to... to show you I cared. We've always
had quality sex. As such we never needed quantity sex," John said,
hoping she'd buy it.

"So you didn't have quality sex with her?" Theresa asked.

"Maybe two out of the bunch," John replied. Theresa was thoughtful.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay what?" John asked.

"Okay, you don't need to do that to me.... so long as we can continue
to have quality sex," she chuckled.

"Knock Knock," said Sheila at the door. John looked up and gasped.

"I warned you that she was putting on full battle gear," Theresa
chuckled.

"Hello," John said simply and held out his free arm to her. Sheila,
unsure for a second started for him.

"Don't take it personal. He's been setting Olympic records," Theresa
said. She kissed him on the cheek and climbed out of the bed. Sheila
was in his arms. She hugged him like a long lost lover. He held her
close to him. Wondering how to tell her.

"I'll just go help Cindy find the Tawna leaves," Theresa said.

"Oh... like from *The Mummy's Curse*?" Sheila asked.

"Why do I suddenly feel like a kid?" Theresa asked, walking away.

"Huh?" Sheila asked.

"Nothing.. Neither of them ever heard of *The Mummy's Curse*..... So
how have you been? What do you think of my little lovelies?" John
asked.

"I'm amazed you're still alive," Sheila said, rolling her eyes. John
chuckled. Sheila seemed disappointed by something. 'Oh,' John thought.
He pulled her into a great kiss and cleaned her tonsils. Then he
softened it and ended barely touching her lips with his.

"That's better," Sheila said, huskily, "I thought maybe you'd forgotten
all about me."

"Not a chance... I've just been... a little bit indisposed," John said.

"That I believe. I saw you yesterday," Sheila chuckled.

"You saw me yesterday?" John asked.

"I met you at the helicopter. Undid your seat belt and got you out.
Walked you down to the bedroom and undressed you," Sheila said.

"I have no memory since....... the airport in New York. Not much about
that. Don't remember much since.... Sunday night some time," John said.

"So what happened to you?" Sheila asked.

"Well.... Theresa thought I should lie and say that I was abducted by
pirates who made me rape camels and service every harem along the slave
coast. That I barely escaped by a fluke of luck and had to paddle home
on a log using my manhood for a paddle...... But I assert that it
wasn't a fluke of luck, I maintain that I escaped by my outstanding
wit," John said.

"So you're not going to tell me," Sheila said.

"Sure... I made love thirty times in thirty-six hours," John said.

"So you're not going to tell me," Sheila repeated.

"That, my dear is the truth. Actually it was thirty-four and a half
hours. I had a plane to catch," John said.

"Look, you don't have to tell me," Sheila said.

"But I *am* telling you the truth," John said.

"You expect me to believe you made love thirty times in thirty-six
hours?" she asked.

"Thirty-four and a half... Didn't I look the part when you saw me?"
John asked. Sheila looked at him a moment.

"Yes... you did," she said, moodily. John looked at her a moment.

"Let me guess. You're just a wee bit ticked off that I set records
making love to a woman, one I met after you, when I wouldn't have
intercourse with you when we slept together," John said.

"The thought *did* cross my mind," Sheila said, icily.

"I didn't have permission to make love with you. I did have permission
to make love with her," John said.

"That's your defense?" she asked.

"No.. I need no defense. I have done nothing wrong. I will not feel
guilty for any of my actions concerning either her, or you. My only
regret, is that I was not able to properly welcome you yesterday.
However, I did not *expect* you to be here, so I made no allowance for
the fact. If however, you will give me ample time to recover, then it
will be my distinct pleasure to bed you until you look like I did
yesterday. In the meantime, you might just ask Cindy how she feels
about what I did in New York. I think she understands me a little
better now," John said. Sheila looked at him in exasperation. She
didn't know whether to cry or kiss him. She settled for the latter.

"Okay, dear heart. I want to understand. Why don't you tell me all
about it?" she said, softly.

"Tell you what. To save me telling it twice, let me tell it over
breakfast. Theresa hasn't heard it either.. By the way, you look
absolutely stupendous," John said.

"I didn't think you noticed," Sheila said.

"I'm wore out, not dead," he said.

"Just a little something the girls whipped up for me," Sheila chuckled.

"Were you planning on wearing that in San Francisco? I just want to
know where to bail you out," John chuckled.

"No... well, maybe privately... for Mae and Judy," Sheila said.

"Okay, dear. Can you squeeze a few more days in? I'd really like to
properly welcome you.... I guess our little deception didn't exactly
work," John said.

"Yes, I can stay a few more days. I'm really just going back at all as
a favor to them to wrap up my accounts and brief them on what's open. I
owe them that much. They've been pretty good to me. As far as our
little deception... Cindy's a whole lot smarter than you give her
credit for. She was onto me, *us* rather, the second morning when I got
up.... The part that amazes me, is that it still worked. I think,"
Sheila said, snuggling to him.

"That doesn't really surprise me. I had faith in all of you. With good
reason. Now... tell me about your week with my little minxes," John
said.

"You mean besides making love about fourteen times a day?" Sheila
chuckled, "God, they're almost insatiable..... Well... They showed me
how the system worked.... You've GOT to do something about that
scanner. We'd get sued by jealous husbands who never satisfied their
wives. They'd come home all dreamy eyed and try to rape them. Anyway,
they showed me a bunch of the fashions they did.... they're
outstanding! We worked out a few ideas for setting up the salons.
Covered a few ground rules. Security will be a problem. Those things
are too damn real. You could do close-ups for National Inquirer and
nobody would know the difference, except that the pictures would be too
clear. That's a problem for the celebrity crowd, who you really need as
customers."

"No problem there, I can put zebra stripes on the mannequins. In day
glow orange and green. I was just trying to make them as real as
possible. They don't have to be, to be functional as casting forms.
They don't even have to have heads," John said.

"Great idea. That would solve a lot of problems. How come you can think
of those things so easily?" Sheila asked.

"I told you, my outstanding wit. That's how I got away from the
pirates," John said.

"Come on, dear heart. If you can comfortably lay here in the nude
talking to me while I'm wearing *this* outfit, without getting excited,
then I believe you did as you said. You can tell me the details over
breakfast," Sheila said.

"Don't you want to hear my pirate story?" John asked, hurt.

"Maybe later. If I can't have what I wanted for breakfast, I want food
instead," Sheila said, chuckling. She kissed him tenderly. Then bent
and kissed his manhood softly. It lay there. "Yup, I believe it. Now
come on, I'm hungry," she chuckled, crawling off the bed. John sighed
and followed her. He stalled to pull on a shirt and a pair of shorts.
Theresa set a cup of coffee before a moody John.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"She believed me, didn't want to hear my pirate story," John grumped.

"No, but I do want to hear about what led up to your marathon.. and
maybe about the marathon itself," Sheila said.

"The pirate story is better," John said, sipping his coffee. He smiled
at it.

"Come on, love. I want to hear about it too," Theresa said.

"I wouldn't mind hearing it again myself... just to be sure I'm not
losing it," Cindy chuckled.

"No Tawna leaves, huh?" John said, looking at his coffee and sipping
again. "Okay.... Well, having just been royally reamed by Cindy, I'm
walking along, minding my own business when this tall red head walks up
to me, only I didn't notice she was a redhead at the time...." he
began. Cindy served him his breakfast and he attacked it. Continuing
between his chewing. He told them the *whole* story about Sally. Up to
his arrival at her apartment for the start of the marathon and then up
to her request.

"You know, you're a pretty okay guy," Sheila said, kissing his forehead
on the way to refill her coffee.

"The pirate story would have been better," he said. Theresa kissed him
too, but on the mouth.

"I want to hear the pirate story.....later," she said. John brightened
visibly. Cindy looked back and forth between the two other women.

"No... I'm not losing it...or we all are..... it certainly isn't his
*outstanding wit* that keeps us from killing him," she chuckled. She
kissed him too.

"So... did any packages arrive with me?" John asked.

"Just a cargo net full. We put the hydroponics stuff down on eight,"
Theresa said.

"No other packages?" John asked.

"Lots. They're in the new Com room you haven't finished," Cindy said.

"Like when have I had time?..... So did you look in any of them?" he
asked.

"Nope... we were pissed off enough we didn't want to," Cindy replied.

"Then I suggest that you and Theresa go open them. There's a not so
small fortune in those boxes," John said.

"Of what?" Theresa asked.

"Why don't you go find out," he replied.

"I should clean up," Cindy said.

"Later," John said. The two girls shrugged and headed downstairs.

"So what's in the boxes?" Sheila asked, sliding onto his lap.

"Just a little sample of your competition," John said.

"*You cut her up?!*" Sheila asked.

"Your fashion competition," John said.

"Oh... what?" she asked.

"Dresses, suits, lingerie. That sort of thing," he replied.

"Lingerie?" she asked, jumping off his lap.

"Yup... some real...nice stuff," he chuckled. She was out the door
following the girls. The girls had half the boxes open and delicate
tissue paper all over the place when Sheila entered. She surveyed the
outfits they had already opened.

"Jesus, he wasn't kidding about not so small fortune... there must be
fifty thousand dollars worth of clothes here," she said.

"Really?" Theresa said, looking up from the pant suit she was holding
in front of her.

"Easy... that little number in your hands was probably fifteen
hundred," Sheila said. Cindy looked at her, trying to see if she was
joking. Sheila lightly touched the fabric of one outfit longingly.
"Before I met John, I used to only dream about having a wardrobe like
this," she said.

"That outfit Theresa has cost fifteen-hundred dollars?" Cindy asked
incredulously.

"Try seven-fifty," John said, walking into the room carrying his
coffee.

"No way," Sheila said.

"Half off sale," John said.

"I don't believe it," Sheila said.

"No joke. The manager himself took fifty percent off my bill. I have a
witness if I dared produce her, but I have the receipt anyway," he
said.

"But we could produce it in three hours," Cindy said.

"That, my dear, is why you are going to be so filthy rich," Sheila
said.

"Why *we* are," Cindy reminded her.

"So why did you buy all this?" Theresa asked.

"To see the look on your pretty face right now," John said.

"But..... all this money?" she asked.

"A pittance... and deductible.... Market research... Correct, Sheila?"
John asked.

"Maybe... have you filed incorporation yet?" she asked.

"Not yet. Papers all drawn up, holding for the day the girls both have
turned eighteen," John replied. Sheila nodded.

"You might pull it off, but not likely. It would be passable if you
were already incorporated," Sheila said.

"I am. The girls aren't... Meet sole proprietor of John Stevens Inc,"
John said.

"And how will you connect Stevens Inc. to Second Skin Inc?" Sheila
asked.

"Research, before venture capital investment in Second Skin. The girls
are going to need startup. Lots of it. John Stevens Inc. holds the
patents that are going to be licensed to Second Skin Inc," John
explained.

"In that case, yes, it's probably deductible," Sheila said.

"I didn't care either way..... I really just bought them for the girls.
I want to see them in them, besides they'll need them when they get out
into the business world. Bankers notice things like that outfit. You
noticed it right away," John said.

"Bankers?" Theresa asked.

"No way around them, honey," Sheila said, "To get this off the ground
properly will take a lot of moolah. Maybe even more than John has
total."

"And I won't get all of it till I'm a hundred and three," John
chuckled.

"It will take at least a million dollars up front.........Maybe not,"
Sheila said, thinking.

"What's on your mind, doll?" John asked.

"I was just thinking. What if we merged into an existing high end
fashion house? Or better yet, a joint venture with one. Retaining
rights. Both benefit for the time of the venture. Perhaps grant them
first franchise," Sheila mused.

"Mae?" John asked. Sheila nodded.

"What happens in May?" Cindy asked.

"Not May the month, Mae, my sweet lover. She runs one of the finest
fashion houses in San Francisco. A tough market to crack to start
with," Sheila said.

"Would she be interested?" John asked.

"Undoubtedly, seeing as how your process will knock her right out of
business when it gets going. She's going to flip right out when she
sees the wardrobe the girls made for me," Sheila mused.

"Me thinks we see the foundation of a plan here," John said.

"Me thinks you're right," Sheila said.

"Can we put it together in thirteen months?" John asked.

"I think so. But it will be a hectic thirteen months," she replied.

"Your call, girls. It's your company," John said, turning to them.

"We don't have a clue where to start.. so count us in," Cindy said,
looking to Theresa for confirmation. Theresa nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 50

After ogling their new fashions for some time, the girls carted them
off to their wardrobe. Each selecting a dynamite outfit for that
evening. Cindy headed off to finish the kitchen cleanup. Theresa and
Sheila assisted John with setting up the hydroponics tanks.

"John?" Sheila said, as they worked.

"Yes, love?" he replied, trying to fathom somebody's idea of
instructions.

"How come you don't have an intercom system set up here?" she asked.
John looked up, puzzled.

"It never occurred to me," he replied.

"It's just that the place is so large, you could use one.... It's
almost large enough for its own phone system," Sheila said.

John sighed a bit, "That's one of the reasons that I chose to live out
here, to get away from phones."

"When there's somebody on the other end you don't wish to talk to, I
agree. But an internal phone system would always have a loved one on
the other end. I was just thinking of saving steps," she said.

"Wouldn't hurt sometimes," Theresa pitched in.

"I'll think about it," John mumbled.

"You surprise me, John. With as much understanding of technology as you
have, I thought you'd be into the latest gear," Sheila said. John was
silent for a time as he worked.

"Well, I try to branch out a bit. A long time ago a friend made a
comment to me that made a lasting impression. He said: 'When you know
electronics, that's all you know.' At the time I didn't understand what
he meant. I do now. Anyway, since then I've always tried to be more
than just my profession," John said. Sheila put her arms around him,
stopping his work.

"I think you are much more than that. Way more," she said.

"I try," John said, "I try."

"I do believe you've got another fan," Theresa mused. Cindy joined
them. John put her in charge of the setup and then kissed each of them
in turn, choosing randomly based on whomever was closest. He told them
he was going to go catch up on some stuff in the Com room.

"Have fun," Cindy said, trying to figure out the instructions he had
handed her. A short time later Sheila wandered into the Com room. John
was peering at a satellite photo. He looked up as she came in.

"I kind of felt like a fifth wheel," she said.

"Hm... Ah, how anxious are you to get back?" John asked.

"Not very anxious at all... I just need to finish up some things," she
replied.

"Let me rephrase then; How critical is it that you get back?" he asked.

"Not really critical at all. Just the sooner I go back, the sooner I
can come to stay. Why?" Sheila asked.

"Because, dear heart, there's one shebang, doozie of a storm heading
our way. Your options are to fly out sooner, like as fast as I can get
the helicopter here, or stay for several days," John replied.

"And which would you like me to do?" Sheila asked, sheepishly. John
looked at her a moment before he realized she was serious.

"That's the silliest damn question I've ever heard on this planet,"
John said.

"So which is it?" she demanded.

"One... If I had no interest in you, I would still like you to stay.
Because I wouldn't want you flying in weather like you would encounter.
Second, and more importantly, I love you. I don't want you to go at
all. I just understand your need to fulfill obligations," John said,
dragging her onto his lap.

"Well, since you put it that way... I'd love to stay," Sheila said,
melting into a deep kiss with him. After a time he scooted her out of
his lap. He called the helicopter service to cancel the next day's
flight. They had been about to call him. They got the weather report
too. Next Sheila called and canceled her reservations for the flight
back to San Francisco. She told her agent she'd let them know when she
needed a flight.

"That's better. Now I have you all to myself.. for several days at
least," John said. Sheila climbed back into his lap.

"Now where were we?" she asked. He wasn't opposed to a prelude for that
evening. Later John went topside to check that things were secure.
Sheila went to help Theresa with lunch.

"Everything's secure," John stated, sitting down with the others.

"Wished I knew how you arranged these things," Theresa mused.

"What things?" John asked, helping himself to a sandwich.

"Convenient storms that arrive just in time to insure you more time to
recuperate," she chuckled.

"Oh.. I don't think I'll need that much time," John mused, looking at
Sheila. She nodded absently.

"You didn't?" Cindy asked, looking back and forth between them.

"No, we didn't," Sheila replied, "But he's halfway back already."

"You must have given him some outstanding inspiration," Cindy mused.

"I think that's a fair estimate," John replied. Later that day the
storm struck. The front came in with high winds, sleet turned quickly
to snow. By dusk it was a blizzard. They were just about to start
dinner when an alarm sounded in the silo.

"What the hell?" Cindy asked. John looked puzzled.

"That's the road alarm," he said, heading for the Com room. He called
up the computer display and sought out the offending sensor. The girls
came and looked over his shoulder.

"What is it?" Cindy asked.

"I don't know. But there's a hunk of metal suddenly sitting on the road
about four miles away. Just over the ridge," John said.

"It must be a false alarm. Wouldn't it have tripped before that?" Cindy
asked.

"I don't know why it didn't, but it's real enough. It's sitting almost
on top of one, and the adjacent ones on either side show the proper
variances from norm," he said.

"So what do you think it is?" Theresa asked.

"I don't know... but I think I'd better go find out," he replied.

"But it's a damn blizzard out there!" Cindy stated.

"Which is precisely why I have to go out. If that's somebody stuck out
there, they could freeze to death," he said.

"But what if you freeze finding out?" Theresa asked.

"Not likely. I'll take my cellular. If I get in trouble, you two can
come get me," he replied.

"Who do you think it is?" Sheila asked.

"I haven't the foggiest idea. But they came cross country. That's the
only explanation for them not tripping the road sensors earlier," John
said.

"Couldn't it be a piece of metal blown on the road by the storm?" Cindy
asked.

"Nope, too damn big. Put some coffee on, I think I'm gonna need it,"
John said.

"Want some company?" Sheila asked.

"No. No need risking anybody else unless we have to," John said,
heading for the entrance.

"Thought you said it wasn't a risk," Theresa called after him. He
ignored the statement. He suited up, Cindy brought him a sweater to
wear under the snowmobile suit. Just in case he stuffed the pockets
full of disposable hand warmer packs. He started two and stuffed them
in pockets on either side. He got his snow boots on and Cindy zippered
his cellular into one of his pockets after checking the battery.

"You ought to put some stronger radios on the snowmobiles," she told
him.

"20/20 hindsight. I probably will in the future," John shrugged.

"Don't stay out any longer than you have to," Theresa told him. He
accepted a quick kiss from each before he lowered his visor and cracked
the hatch. Outside the weather was bitter. There was at least a twenty-
five mile an hour wind blowing huge, heavy flakes of snow down in
diagonal sheets. John made his way to the storage shed and got out one
of the snowmobiles. Checking the tank, he topped it off and then headed
out. The gate was reluctant to open. He had to climb off the machine
and add his muscles along with the electric's to wrestle it open.

He headed down the road. A small compass on the dash and the dips on
either side of the road the only things keeping him on track. It didn't
take him too long to reach the ridge, wiping the snow from his visor
constantly. Just over the other side of the ridge he found his answer.
There was a snowmobile with a twisted up ski on it. It had dug into the
bank where the road was elevated a bit from the country side. Next to
the snowmobile was a fiberglass toboggan set up as a wind break.

Four shapes tried to huddle together in the leeward side of it. The
snowmobile was idling, supplying a scant amount of heat. One of the
shapes looked up as John pulled along side. He lifted his visor and
climbed off, already reaching for his cell phone.

"Oh, thank god! I thought we were dead!" a female voice shouted at him
through the storm. John surveyed them. One woman about mid twenties,
and three younger ones.. teens. They all wore..... whatever they were,
they were woefully inadequate. The girls seemed to be on the edge of
sleep. A bad sign. John checked on their necks for pulses. Faint. Skin
way too damn cold. Even under the clothing. The one who had talked,
hugged him. Shivering with the cold. Her fingers in her armpits up to
that moment, and soon afterwards.

"Let's get you out of this!" John yelled to her. He guided her back
into the shelter and pulled out the phone.

"Hello, John? I can barely hear you," Cindy answered.

"Cindy, just listen. You and Theresa suit up as fast as possible and
get out here. Bring as many coats and blankets as you can find. Hand
the phone to Sheila while you do it," John said.

"You found people?" Cindy asked.

"Four, frozen stiff. Now move it. Put Sheila on," John said. A moment
later Sheila's voice came on. John shouted out for her to run some
cooler water into the hot tub.

"Get it down to about eighty to eighty-five," he shouted.

"Wouldn't it be better hotter?" she asked.

"No, chill blains. It'll be hard enough to take eighty. Please, just do
it. And get together more blankets and the med kit from just inside the
Com room," he shouted.

"Will do. Cindy wants to know how she and Theresa can find you?" Sheila
asked.

"Have them follow my tracks. They shouldn't be too far covered yet. But
tell them to hurry. These folks won't last long the way they are," John
said.

"I will....(John says to follow his tracks, and hurry!)" John heard.

"Tell them to check their gas tanks!" John shouted.

"(Don't forget to check the tanks!) Okay John, I'll do as you say. Do
you want me to hang on?" Sheila asked.

"No... I'd better do what I can to get these folks warmed up!" John
said. The line went dead. Sheila not knowing if John had simply hung
up. She hung up her end and set about her tasks. First she ran to the
kitchen and poured a thermos full of coffee. Then ran to the entrance
to find Cindy and Theresa suiting up, a pile of coats and blankets with
them. She pulled on her own coat and some boots and hauled some of the
stuff out to the shed. She checked the tanks and got the two machines
started and moved out for the girls. They came along carrying their
loads. Sheila found some cargo nets and helped them tie them down. A
short hug later they roared out into the storm. Sheila lost sight of
them almost before the gate. She headed back inside to fulfill her
duties.

John pulled the two hand warmers out of his pockets and stuffed them
into the clothing of the girls. Their hands grasping at them. He pulled
out the others and ripped them open. Shaking them to get them started.
They wouldn't be warm for a few minutes. He gave two to the older woman
and then stuffed the rest into anyplace they would fit.

The older lady shivered and grasped the still cold hand warmers. Not
understanding their function, but seeming to understand that the
stranger was trying to help. John knelt before them. He unzipped his
suit and pulled the sleepiest one up against his body. Pulling her bare
arms inside his suit. She was hardly responsive. The others huddled
together waiting. A few minutes later John passed the first girl to the
older woman and pulled another to him.

He was on the last one when the dim glow of two headlights pierced the
storm and two more engines were heard. John passed the last girl to the
huddle of the rest and jumped up to flag the girls. They almost ran
over him before they saw him. John instantly was at the bundles of
coats and blankets. He carried one load back to the girls while Cindy
and Theresa, freezing themselves, carted the other load over. Cindy
carried a thermos.

John first got a coat onto the older woman. She was grateful, but John
waved off her thanks as he worked to cover as much flesh as he could.
There were a total of five coats. He got one on the top of each, then
pulled the other two onto the legs of two of the girls like pants. They
all wore simple tennis shoes, wet. Next he covered them all with the
blankets while he took their shelter, the toboggan, and hitched it to
the back of his machine. He lay blankets into it. Theresa getting the
idea and taking over the task. John returned to the girls and tried to
force a few sips of hot liquid into them all. The older woman grasping
at the cup with freezing fingers.

John picked up the sleepiest one and carried her over to the toboggan.
He lay her in it and then found some bungies and tied her in with the
blankets layered over her. Cindy was trying to get the rest of the hot
liquid into the other girls when John came back.

"Let's use the cargo nets to tie the two other young ones on the back
of yours and Theresa's machines," John shouted to her. She nodded. She
got Theresa seated on her machine and helped John tie the cargo net
around a girl and then around Theresa. Wrapping a blanket around the
girl behind, beneath the net. Her arms stuffed inside. She was in no
condition to hang on. She huddled against Theresa's back.

"Get her back as fast as you can. We'll get the rest!" John shouted to
Theresa. She nodded and slowly took off. Balancing herself and the girl
behind her. Next John had Cindy mount up and he wrapped a blanket
around the other girl and used the cargo net to tie her to Cindy. She
headed off as soon as he tapped her on the helmet. Next John took the
remaining two blankets and wrapped them around the other woman.

"I have nothing to tie you on with. Can you hang on?" John shouted to
her. She nodded. John climbed onto his machine and she climbed on
behind him. The hand warmers were starting to work. Clutching one in
each hand, she wrapped her arms around John. He used the double zipper
on his suit to create an opening for her hands, tucking them inside his
suit. He kept an eye over his shoulder at the sled as he started back.
He remembered to plug in his helmet. A voice found him almost
instantly.

"John, do you read?" Theresa's voice hailed him.

"Just starting out. How about you?" he broadcast.

"Just passing through the gate," she replied.

"How about you, Cindy?" John asked. No reply.

"Cindy, do you read?" Theresa called. No reply.

"She might not have her helmet plugged in. Just get that girl inside as
soon as you can. Don't wait for me. Take her straight down to the hot
tub," John said.

"But what about Cindy?" Theresa asked.

"She's between us. I'll see it if her tracks vary. Now get inside," he
answered.

"Okay, just pulling up. Sheila's coming out to help," Theresa said.

"Good. John out," John said. He kept an eye on the depressions ahead,
they didn't falter as they wove back towards the compound. He kept
turning back to be certain the girl was still on the sled and her arms
were in. Once he had to stop and stuff one back into the blanket. When
he finally reached the gate a voice came on the intercom.

"John, this is Cindy. Just going in now," she said.

"I'm at the gate, don't wait for me," he replied.

"Okay, out," she said. Sheila waited as John pulled up. She guided the
older girl into the silo while John unstrapped the girl on the sled. He
hefted her and made his way to the hatch. She was like a sleeping child
in his arms. He was worried. The hatch opened as he reached it and
Sheila helped him inside. John didn't put her down. The older woman
stood huddled in the blankets just inside.

"Bring her," John stated as he headed for the elevator. Sheila guided
the woman, who was hampered in her walking by the coat around her legs.
Sheila stooped and hefted her into a fireman's carry. The woman
complacent to her actions. "Did you get the water cooled down?" John
asked Sheila in the elevator.

"Yes... barely. I still don't understand. What are chill blains?" she
asked.

"When you get too cold, even cold tap water can feel like boiling water
on your skin. I think you could even raise blisters from too warm
water," John explained.

"I never knew that," Sheila said.

"Comes from being a kid where it snows," John said.

"That explains why I never knew it. I spent very little time playing in
the snow," she said. The elevator reached the gym and John carried the
girl to the tub. The girls already had the other two almost undressed.

"Don't worry about that. Just get in," he told them. He climbed in
himself, suit and all and slowly lowered the girl into the warm water.
She whimpered as it hit her skin. Only when he had her into one of the
seats did he climb out and unzip his suit. Cindy hefted another of the
girls and climbed in with her. She whimpered as well, but not as bad.
Theresa took the last, who was almost nude and climbed in with her suit
still on, pulling it off when she had the girl seated. Sheila had
seated the woman and pulled the coat from her legs. She didn't seem as
bad and she removed the coat from her top. Gasping at what the woman
wore. Then she guided the woman to the tub. John, wearing only his
underwear, guided her to the bench seat.

"You okay?" he asked. She nodded as she sat back in the warm water.
"Turn the heater back up," John called to Sheila, climbing out. She
went to the controls and adjusted them upwards. It would take awhile
for the water to re-heat. "Medical kit?" John asked. Sheila nodded to a
table by the tub. John opened it up and drew out a blood pressure band
and a stethoscope. He climbed back into the tub and moved to the first
girl, stripping the coat off her and tossing it out. He put the cuff on
her arm and checked her blood pressure.

He reached out and killed the bubble pump. A deafening silence
followed. Finally he lifted his head and took off the cuff. Next he
moved to the girl Cindy was holding and finally to the one Theresa
looked after. Lastly to the woman sitting on the seat. He lifted her
arm out of the water while he put on the cuff.

"How are they?" she asked.

"Better. They'll be okay." John said, between readings. "You'll live
too," he said finally. "Now, what the hell were you doing out there?"
he asked her. She looked up at him. She had piercing brown eyes. Her
brown hair short and straggly on her head.

"Getting away," she said, dropping her eyes.

"From whom? No, save it. When you've warmed up and have some food in
you. We've got time now. Nobody's going anywhere tonight," he said. He
turned to the first girl he had carried in. He checked her eyes and
skin. He then reached into the water and removed her burlap dress.
Checking her all over. Rubbing her limbs with his hands to stimulate
her circulation. She seemed asleep. Smiling slightly over his rubbing.
Cindy and Theresa followed suit. Removing the last burlap dress and
tossing it out.

"What can I do?" Sheila asked.

"How about some food?... wait! You're dry?" John asked. Sheila nodded.
"Fully dry?" he reiterated. Again she nodded. "Then if you could, move
at least one of the snowmobiles into the shed. We may need it if she
doesn't respond by morning," John said, nodding to the first girl.
Sheila nodded and headed for the elevator. Cindy and Theresa had
stripped off their suits and the rest of their clothing. They cradled
the girls in their arms. John looked back and forth between them, then
to the first girl.

"I'll be damned.... Triplets!" he said. The woman looked up at him and
nodded. Then returned to her thoughts. Cindy and Theresa each looked at
the girl in their arms and then the other two. They smiled as they each
saw the same thing. The girls were blonde, with short cropped hair.
Almost boyish short. They seemed to be about 110 lbs. each. Maybe
sixteen at most. They had perfectly matching smallish breasts, perhaps
a B-cup. On the ends of all six breasts were perfectly matching dark
brown nipples. All firmly erect. Below the water they each had a bushy
blonde patch of pubic hair. Or each surmised. They still retained their
panties. John guessed them to be about 5'4" tall.

The older woman, perhaps all of twenty-five. She was about 5'5" and 120
lbs. A little better built than the triplets. Perhaps a C-cup. Her
brown hair also boyish short. Her face.... cute, but scary. These girls
had been through something very traumatic, and not just the cold.

"So what is this place?" she asked, meeting John's gaze.

"My home. My name is John Stevens. This is Cindy and Theresa. The other
woman is called Sheila," John said, nodding towards the girls in turn.

"I'm Candice," the woman said.

"One question, Candice. Any chance anybody was following you?" John
asked, concerned.

"I doubt it, why?" she asked.

"Well, I'm concerned about Sheila. She's out there alone right now.
Should I be concerned about that?" he asked.

"No... I don't think so. We only had the one machine," Candice said,
looking back at the water.

"Okay.. unlikely anybody was able to follow you right away on foot. At
least not tonight," John said, thoughtfully. "Get warm. We can talk
later. Theresa, if she can sit in the seat, why don't you see if you
can rustle us up some warm grub? Hot soup and sandwiches," John asked,
climbing out. He began to gather up the coats and snowmobile suits.
Theresa sat her triplet into one of the formed seats. She clung to her
neck a bit as she pulled away. Theresa hugged her back reassuringly and
climbed out. She found a towel and made certain that there were lots of
them.

"Cindy, would you watch over them? I'm gonna get these drying in case
we need them tomorrow," John asked. Cindy nodded, cradling her triplet
to her like a child. The girl clung to her neck as she slowly warmed.
John carted the clothes off to the wash room. He set them to spin in
the washer and then put his suit into the dryer. Then he set off in
search of some dry clothing.
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Continued in chapters 51-55.

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