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Castle In The Sand [61-65]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 61

Amy and Andrea awoke first. Theresa was sleeping soundly between them.
They'd been merciless with her. In part, prompted from the sounds they
heard coming from the bedroom below. They kissed each other across
Theresa's breasts and then each slipped out of bed and met in the
bathroom. Amy arrived first and plunked down. Andrea danced around a
bit till she was through. Then she plunked down as Amy moved to brush
her teeth.

Amy slipped into the shower and a short time later Andrea joined her.
They knew Alice was just rising. The man outside was still watching,
but they now sensed he wasn't a threat. In the stream they soaped each
other and played around gleefully. After washing they took turns
pleasing each other. Finally they stepped out, satiated and happy. They
toweled each other dry and moved to find some scandalous outfits. They
wanted to be a part of what they'd heard, and sensed, downstairs the
night before. The closer they got to these people, the more empathic
they got of their emotions. Currently, Cindy was absolutely glowing,
John was too.

The girls hugged each other and kissed, before heading off to make
their breakfast. It would be hours before the others were up. At least
Alice had Candice for early company, they thought. Candice slipped into
the shower with Alice. Their session was much similar to the other
girls, but not near as deeply felt. Neither was disappointed though.

A very short time earlier, Sally had awakened next to her sweet lover.
She kissed her tenderly on the forehead, and then slipped out to get
some coffee. As an after thought she checked her E-mail to see if John
had left her any messages. He had. She read it with her eyes hanging
out. Busting out with laughter. Jean stirred and joined her at the
terminal.

"What's up, Darling? I didn't get my morning kiss yet," she said,
bending to retrieve it. Sally warmed to the kiss and then some. Finally
she pulled Jean into her lap.

"You've *got* to read this, it's priceless!" she giggled.

"Okay... I need coffee for my eyes to focus though," Jean said.

"I'll get it, you read," Sally chuckled.

"Oh no, I like this position. I'll share yours," Jean said, snatching
the cup and taking a sip. She did her best to focus on the screen.
Finally she busted out laughing herself.

"Now we can't tell a soul about this," Sally chuckled.

"Damn. It's so damn funny, too," Jean said.

"I think his idea is priceless. I'm gonna do it," she said.

"I agree. Can I go with?" Jean asked, slipping her hand into Sally's
robe.

"Yes you may. If they're watching me, they're watching you too," Sally
said, sliding her fingers between Jean's thighs.

"Have we got time to go back to bed for a while?" Jean asked,
giggling..

"Maybe for just a quick one. I've got to get to work," Sally said,
following the blonde back into the bedroom. About the time Sally and
Jean were off to their respective jobs, Cindy woke next to her man. She
kissed his cheek and then stretched like a cat, grinning from ear to
ear, almost purring. She snuggled back to his side to wait for him to
stir.

Sheila awoke much the same way. Candice and Alice were trying to keep
quiet as they cooked, but the apartment was much smaller than the silo.
Sheila didn't mind. She set about her morning routine. When she finally
emerged from the bathroom, she kissed the girls deeply. They responded
in kind. About nine o-clock San Francisco time the phone rang. It was
John.

He launched into an explanation which had Sheila stunned for a bit.
Then he told her what he wanted her to do and she busted out laughing.
She scribbled down some things he told her, then tore off four sheets
like John told her to. She was still chuckling when John finally hung
up, after having talked to the girls and sending his love. All the
pieces of the game were in play.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 62

John took a trip into town for supplies. Mostly he wanted to get
Theresa something for her birthday. One the way he kept one eye in the
mirror. A car dropped in behind him not far out of town. He went about
his business, but kept an eye to the rear. The car stayed with him all
day.

"Well, that tears it," he mumbled to himself. He made his way back to
the silo. The car drove past as he turned into his road. A short time
later it passed the opposite way on its way back into town. John loaded
the things from the cruiser onto his snowmobile and the toboggan that
had come with the girls. It was a full load. He locked up the shack
again, leaving several hairs across the door gap. Stuck by his saliva.
Then headed back to the silo. The girls all poured out to meet him as
he pulled up. Having been alerted by the now constantly active road
sensors.

"The Russians are coming, The Russians are coming," he chuckled as he
got off.

"You had a tail?" Cindy asked.

"Like a bunny rabbit," he grinned.

"So that's it then. Now what do we do?" Cindy asked.

"Well, first I dig back into my old business cards. Somewhere I have
the number of a real, honest to god Rear Admiral. He's retired now, but
he'll know just who to call on our end," John chuckled.

"You know an Admiral?" Theresa asked, respect in her voice.

"Just met him once, at a classified seminar. I doubt he'll remember me,
but the facts are easy enough to check," he said. It actually took John
hours to find the card. But first he sent an encrypted E-mail message
to both Sally and to Sheila's new E-mail account he'd set up that
morning. He used a program not thought of favorably by the NSA, because
it took too much of their precious computer time to bust the
encryption. A short time later he made his first phone call to an
Admiral.

"Admiral, I doubt if you remember me, as we only met once at an EW
seminar. This is John Stevens.... You do? I'm honored. Anyway, have I
got a story for you. See I'm living now in this old missile silo...yes
sir, that's right. A missile silo... I won the lottery... anyway...."
so the conversation went. John explained most everything. Then he got
the Admiral's E-mail address along with one he suggested. An Admiral's
suggestion is worth much more than a government agency's promise
written in triplicate and countersigned by every living president. John
edited the message he'd sent to Sally and added more facts. Then he
sent it to both the Admiral and the other address he'd been given.

Bill Howdy was a long time employee of Uncle Sam. He'd been in the
intelligence business since a tour with *The Company* in Cambodia,
during the Vietnam era. He'd been section chief of the Soviet task
force and served several active missions within the eastern block. Now
his job was dealing with the counter-espionage desk for the United
States. His job wasn't really listed with any visible agency, in fact
information flowed much too freely out of those other agencies to be of
much use to him. They did forward him reports on the activities of
suspected operatives from all over the U.S. and its many interests.

Secured in his *In* basket was a Red Flag report from three different
sources. Something going on with the Russian Agents in both San
Francisco, and New York. The third flag came from DISCO, which dealt
with industrial security clearances. The flag verified too many
requests for data on one *John Stevens*. Accompanying the report was
Stevens' file. Not bad, but nothing overly significant to warrant the
interest of the Russians. Just the same he scribbled some instructions
on the report and moved it to his *Out* basket lock box. Then he turned
to his morning E-mail.

"I'll be god damned!" he said in amazement. There was a message to him
from one *John Stevens!* A second message came from an old friend and
colleague. A retired Rear Admiral he respected greatly. He read the
Admiral's message first. It contained an exact duplicate of the one
from Stevens, but with analysis and recommendations. For the next half
hour he read in amazement. Chuckling from time to time. Then he busted
out laughing when he read what Stevens proposed. Then he read over the
Admiral's analysis, he sobered when he read the recommendations.

"Not bad... Not bad at all. And dirt cheap!" he muttered to himself. He
got his aid on the phone and started the ball rolling. First item:
Verify all of Stevens' facts. The psychic triplets left a bad taste in
his mouth. *Too damn weird*. And if true; *Too Damn Weird*.

Second: Verify identities of all parties involved. Perform thorough
background checks on all parties. Third: Evaluate information garnered
by actions one and two. Fourth: If item three warrants it and items one
and two verify it, then meet with Stevens. Tour and observe conditions
of obsolete silo. Five: Evaluate status based on items one through
four. Six: Recommend course of action indicated by items one through
five to his superiors. In Howdy's case that was a high level official
in the White House. Howdy got confirmation of item one within a day.
Within a few more he had the facts from item two. He sat down with them
all and thought about it for a full day.

"Get me a flight to... Make it Hill Air Force base in Utah. Then a long
range chopper fueled and ready when I arrive. I'll give the chopper
pilot final instructions when we're in the air," Howdy told his aid.

"How should I reach you, sir? If a situation comes up?" his aid asked.

"E-mail me at this address. Encrypted using PGP. The password is
this.... memorize it and then destroy it," Howdy told the aid. His aid
chuckled as he read the note.

"Not likely to forget that one..... Something big stirring?" he asked.

"You know better than to ask that," Howdy said.

"Yes, sir. I'll see to your flight," the aid said. Four hours later he
touched down at Hill AFB. Ten minutes later he was in the air again. He
first made a stop at Dougway Proving Grounds. Home to some of the
deadliest nerve toxins on earth. He was met by an armed escort who
ferried him to the area where the nastiest ones were kept. Then the
escort *slowly* ferried him back to the waiting chopper. The pilot
didn't like this at all. Howdy carried a small aluminum case like it
was made of the finest crystal. The pilot said a silent prayer as he
lifted off.

"Where to, Sir?" he asked.

"Due west for ten minutes. Report your course as due west and then shut
off the radio," was Howdy's only reply. The pilot shivered and
complied. There was something very clandestine and nasty about this.
Ten minutes to the second later Howdy handed the pilot his final
coordinates. It required a change of direction.

"Drop to the deck and stay there until we land," Howdy told him.

"Beg pardon, sir?" asked the pilot.

"I want this thing to scare the fucking ants until we touchdown. You
got that?" Howdy asked.

"Yes, sir. Can do," the pilot said, complying.

"Watch for power lines," Howdy mentioned.

"Always, sir," the pilot said. Some time later John heard the beat of a
rotor. He scrambled to the entry followed by Theresa. They suited up
and met the chopper.

"Shut down completely. No radio. No nothing," Howdy ordered. The pilot
complied. The rotor still spun for quite a while. Seemingly the instant
it stopped, a tarp was being pulled over the chopper. Only then did
Howdy disembark. Carrying his package again like fine crystal. John
stepped up onto the pad. Theresa motioned the Pilot to follow her.

"John Stevens?" Howdy asked.

"Yes Sir, Bill Howdy?" John asked.

"Yes, Sir," Bill replied. They shook hands, each man evaluating the
other's firm grip. John led them inside. Bill and the Pilot both were
grateful as it was freezing on the pad. A blast of comfortable warm air
met them as they stepped inside. Theresa unsuited, much to the Pilot's
discomfort. She wore one of the most outstanding outfits he'd ever
seen. It fit her like a second skin. She motioned to him and he
followed her to the elevator. This was definitely *not* a well known
facility. The pilot knew of many of them from his time in the service.
He was floored when Theresa led him around the corner into one of the
most modern, comfortable kitchens he'd ever seen.

"Now, what to drink?" Theresa asked.

"Beg pardon, Ma'am?" the pilot responded. Theresa sighed, which added
to the pilot's discomfort. Her nipples were clearly discernible beneath
the thin fabric.

"My name is Theresa, that's all you need to know. I don't need to know
your name. You will be here at least long enough for one alcoholic
beverage to fully wear off and eat a meal. Now we have a very fine bar.
So again, what to drink?" The pilot gulped. He could use one.

"I'm partial to single malt scotch if you have any. On the rocks," the
pilot replied.

"Oh, I think you'll be quite happy with that choice," Theresa said,
moving to the bar. Her flip side was as dangerous as her front side.
The pilot suppressed a groan, hoping his flight suit was baggy enough
to cover his reaction. Theresa poured him two fingers of Laphroaig 20
year old over two cubes and handed it to him. Suppressing her own grin
over his reaction to her.

'Not bad looking ......I wonder if he likes kids,' she thought. She
poured herself a glass of wine. She seated him on the sofa, sitting on
the opposite end. She pulled her legs up to his vast discomfort. He
took a long pull on the most excellent scotch he'd ever tasted. The
rich smoky taste took him by surprise and he smiled despite the odd
conditions of his arrival. Theresa beamed at his smile.

"That for me?" John asked, once they were in the Com room.

"Yeah, you can keep the box. I'd dip it in everything you've got,
considering where it came from and what it might have held," Howdy told
him. John casually accepted the case and opened it. Inside was an
autographed copy of the Admiral's book on Electronics Warfare. John
smiled and thanked Howdy. He set the book on a shelf and stashed the
box in a cabinet. "So let's get down to business," Howdy said.

"Fine by me. Scotch?" John said.

"As I'll be here a while, yes. On the rocks," Howdy said.

"The only way I like it," John said, pouring from an identical bottle
to the one Theresa had poured from. John made himself one and then sat
back on the triple chaise.

"So, what do you want?" Howdy asked.

"Not much in terms of money out of anybody's budget. As corny as it may
sound; I *am* a patriot," John said.

"Nothing wrong with that. I don't think it's corny at all. So exactly
what do you have in mind?" Howdy asked again.

"Well, first off. I want my freedom and that of those involved on my
end. I value that very much. What I have in mind for the government,
does the scam royally on the Russians, while insuring that my freedom
continues. I accept that in some ways, I'll never be free again. I'll
always have a shadow anywhere I go on the planet. But I'm willing to
accept that in return for relatively small compensation," John said.

"How small?" Howdy asked.

"Oh... how about five miles by fifty? In a strip of land from the road
to past my property. And minimal maintenance of the road, which I have
now but wouldn't press for," John said.

"That's *one hell* of a lot of land," Howdy said.

"Not really. It's BLM land. Owned by the government. I want free title
to it. Including water and mineral rights. Right now it's mostly
growing sage brush. I'd agree to leave over 50% of it as a natural
habitat. But I'd like some trees added around here. And the whole piece
fully fenced and wired. Oh, and basically a free hand to build what I
wish," John said.

"Why don't you tell me exactly what you have in mind," Howdy told him.
John chuckled.

"Well, you started the whole thing by coming here. Right now there's
some *very* curious Russians glued to their monitors over there. It's
not hard to distinguish a helicopter sitting under a tarp, especially
because they probably watched it land. If they didn't, they'll notice
it soon and will definitely watch you take off and trail you. If I
guess right they watched you leave Dougway and followed you all the way
here. So the ball's rolling. What I'd like to do now, is convince
them," John said.

"In what manner?" Howdy asked, sipping his scotch. He was beginning to
like John Stevens, a lot.

"By building a thriving little secret community surrounding this silo,"
John said.

"That sounds like a whole lot more money to me," Howdy said.

"Nope. I'll pay for the whole thing," John said.

"You haven't got *that* kind of money," Howdy stated, honestly.

"I will have shortly. You saw that outfit that Theresa was wearing?"
John asked.

"A man's not likely to miss that sort of thing," Howdy replied,
chagrined.

"Yeah, I know. She's been living with me over a year now. Anyway, we
knocked that outfit off from scratch in about twenty minutes," John
said.

"You're kidding! I would have sworn it came from the finest salon and
cost a bloody fortune," Howdy said.

"It did come from the finest salon. Right here in the silo. I own the
patent to the machine that made it, outright. Within a year we intend
to go nationwide, in five, world wide. It cost me three dollars to make
that outfit. It would sell for close to a thousand," John said.

"That's a damn big leap for a bunch of rookies," Howdy said.

"You did your homework, or you wouldn't be here. That's what Sheila's
for. You know if anybody can do it, she can," John said.

"Granted. So you'll probably have the money. Who's going to live in
this little community?" Howdy asked.

"Hand selected homeless people," John replied.

"Kind of hard to keep security on that," Howdy said, dubiously.

"Not really. They never get near this place. Just the housing. While
they're here they study and learn skills to better their lives and
enrich the world. The government could do the same thing, but they'd
fuck it up," John said.

"And who would do the picking of these folks?" Howdy asked.

"I would, based upon my own criteria for ethics and an honest desire to
change their lives," John replied.

"Sounds like a pipe dream," Howdy said.

"Maybe. But if it turns out so, what has it cost the taxpayer? If it
succeeds, the Russians end up committing major resources to watching
the place and everybody they think is connected with it. If they're
watching it, others will too. It's all a sham, but nobody knows that
but us. You and me, mainly. The Admiral because I had to use him to get
to you. The girls don't even *have* to know the *whole* story," John
said.

"Speaking of which, this is some lifestyle you're living. Seven active
girlfriends, lesbian leanings. Add two more in New York. Five of them
under the age of eighteen," Howdy prodded.

"Don't patronize me! And don't feed me that goody two shoes crap. You
did your homework. I know you did. You know what kind of lives those
girls came from. I didn't ask for any of this. But I damn sure wasn't
going to walk away from a single one of them. Which is a damn sight
more than the ultra benevolent Uncle Sam ever did for them.

"I don't deny a single thing. You have my statement indicating exactly
what my relationship is with each of them. I'm not ashamed of a single
act I performed with any of them. Those five underage girls, are
*women*. They've earned the title. Some by going through more shit than
you or I could comprehend. To think of them as girls is the exact same
attitude as sending a man into combat and then not letting him buy beer
back home.

"Fact is that in 80% of the world, they'd all be expecting their second
or third child. All I'm asking for, for the girls; is their freedom.
You send Cindy or Theresa back to their folks, and you've got two dead
girls on your conscience. Because I know that either of them would kill
themselves before they'd go back to that hell, or any other the
*government* chose for them.

"The same goes for the triplets and that asshole hick that bought them
for an old tractor, then raped them as soon as they started to bleed.
Do you know that those three and Candice never heard of a tampon before
they came here? Nobody ever bothered to tell them how a woman's body
worked. That's the kind of world that they're here to recover *from*.
So if you are here to preach morality to me, you can just go climb back
in your chopper and my next phone call will be to the Washington Post,"
John said, angrily.

"Settle down. I just wanted to hear it from your own lips. Nothing is
ever what it seems. I know you've used your own money and resources to
help those girls. I know you physically saved the lives of at least
four of them and then risked your own life to insure their freedom. My
point was that you've benefited from it in a manner that most men would
die for," Howdy said.

"I don't deny it...... but sometimes I just long for peace and quiet.
Look, Theresa is going off to school. Cindy too I hope, but she wants
to stay here with me for some reason. Both those two could now pass
exams well into mid-college level. When they came here, they had at
best a seventh grade education. And not much of that. The triplets are
learning to read now, that's where they are this minute, in the library
reading to each other. Except for Alice who is in San Francisco with
Sheila. Candice is there too, but you know that.

"I fully expect the triplets to outgrow me. I'm not a young man. I'm...
well you know. In the mean time I'm doing my damnedest to give them a
loving environment and a decent education. That's more than they've
ever had in their lives. More than they ever *dreamed* of. I won't play
the bad guy because three beautiful women want to make love to me.
They've been having... sex. -It was really child rape-, since they were
twelve. Now it's four years later. Four years of pure hell. You want to
tell me that they're not women?

"I can tell you this, that now they enjoy sex, instead of spending
their whole lives bitter and hating it and men. They now know what the
hell an orgasm is. They learned that from me and those around me who
love me. But they did it of their own free will. I didn't coerce any
one of them. That applies to all of them. And I have hard evidence of
this fact. If necessary I could prove it," John said.

"How?" Howdy smirked.

"You're a bright boy, you figure it out," John said. Howdy looked
around, then nodded.

"I presume this is being recorded as well?" he asked.

"You presume correctly. If we come to an agreement, you and I will go
jointly to the area where the recorders are. There are two machines
running on this room right now, with six views on each tape. We will
each sign the label on both tapes. You will take one to your superiors,
I will retain one as my insurance policy the government doesn't change
its mind in the future," John said.

"Smart. What's to keep me from swooping down on this place with a
commando team and taking the lot?" Howdy asked.

"Nothing but your ethics," John said. Howdy nodded.

"So what exactly do you want concerning the girls?" Howdy asked.

"Their freedom. Specifically... papers. Theresa turns seventeen in a
few days. Cindy did a month ago. God, was it only that long ago?...
Anyway, I want legal identities for them stating that they are both
eighteen. The same for the triplets. They're all sixteen now, but will
be seventeen in another month. So basically, I want you to bend the law
a maximum of thirteen months.

"Then there's dealing with those who made them what they are. Theresa
and Cindy are bound to become celebrities of some sort from this
fashion thing, the triplets too. If either Theresa or Cindy's parents
raise their ugly heads, I want somebody to explain to them, quite
seriously, what a dim view the law takes on child abuse. The same goes
for that asshole, Nick.

"I also want immunity from prosecution should anybody ever get wind of
this. I'm not talking about the silo scam, I'm talking about the girls.
So it would apply only to the past. Their papers making them legal will
cover the future. I also want a hands off policy concerning my
relationships. You well know by now that I'm stuck with my ethics. It's
those who want to cram morality down my throat that I don't want to
have to deal with.

"So, I guess to sum it up, I want the land, with minor landscaping to a
portion of it and the fenced and wired surrounding. Freedom for five
girls who are happier now than they ever dreamed of being before they
met me. Freedom from prosecution for putting my ass on the line to save
them. And a hands off policy from the government concerning how I use
the land and my personal relationships. That would of course apply to
the women themselves.

"In return, I make this place seem to whomever is watching it, to be a
high tech Chemical, Bio or exotic weapons lab. It would probably help
if you ran security clearances on those who occupied the housing I put
up. They need not be real, perhaps a special class that wouldn't give
them access to a public toilet away from here. Just go through the
motions. In my case you could just update my clearance. Knowing what I
do, I don't see how you'd avoid that. I also would like to retain some
sort of privacy in my life. I'll accept eighteen nations tailing me
whenever I'm out, but here, my privacy is inviolate. I don't want some
government bureaucrat stopping by to explain or ask me something. The
less I see of them, the better. I can guarantee enough coming and going
from here to keep the Ruskies busy for a long, long time.

"That's what I'm offering and what I'm asking. I think it's a goddamned
bargain. And I know you know it," John concluded.

"It is. But I can't promise it," Howdy said.

"I'll accept your word that you'll try," John said.

"That, I'll grant. You have my word. I don't know whether to envy you
or pity you. But I admire what you've done for those girls.... You
didn't mention Candice, Sheila or Sally.. or her girlfriend for that
matter," Howdy said.

"No need to. They are all legally adults already. I have nothing to do
with Sally's girlfriend. I met her twice while I ate a meal. I've never
met Sheila's girlfriends either. But I expect I will, eventually," John
said.

"Just out of personal curiosity. What is it you see in bi women? If you
don't mind my asking?" Howdy asked.

"No, I don't mind.... Like I said, I never chose any of this. Including
my involvement with bisexual women. It was suddenly thrust into my
face. It was there. I had to ask myself what was more important to me.
Teaching a morality -that I didn't really believe in to start with- to
two girls who didn't want to, or need to, hear it. Or to accept it as
two human beings taking comfort in each other's love. It wasn't really
a hard choice for me. I didn't do anything but accept it. It's not that
I see anything different about bisexual women. I just accept them as
they choose to be. That's the basis for my relationship with each and
every one of them. In that environment, they've blossomed.

"God, I wish you could have met Theresa or Cindy back then so you'd
have something to compare to. But in a year's time they went from
broken, empty children with no future, to competent, educated and
cultured adults with a sterling future. I had very little to do with
that. They mostly did that for themselves. All I did was provide them a
momentary resting place where they could be themselves without the
world throwing rules at them left and right," John said.

"You're quite a man, John Stevens. I'll give you that. I'm kind of
sorry that we won't be seeing much of each other. That would sort of
mess things up. But I think I'd like very much being your friend if I
could," Howdy said.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me. I don't have many male friends....
none that I can think of at the moment, other than some I haven't seen
for years. Eventually I expect the girls will bring their husbands back
to meet me. I hope to be friends with them," John said.

"I think you expect a lot from the male populace. Not too many men
could be friends with their wife's former lover," Howdy said.

"No, I expect a lot from the *girls*. I doubt that since they've gotten
used to living their lives as they choose, that they will pick men that
try to mold them into some model. It may not be *former* lover. It may
be *current* lover. Theresa says she wants to make love to me at least
once a year until I die after she's married," John said.

"You think that's fair to the men?" Howdy asked.

"I couldn't say. I don't make decisions or value judgments for other
people. I've never stolen a man's wife from him. I don't intend to ever
start. But if a woman comes to me of her own free will and asks me to
make love, and I wish to make love to her, then odds are that we're
going to, if I'm able," John said.

"Just how the hell did you come to this? What you say makes perfect,
ethical sense. But the world would scream bloody murder if they heard
it," Howdy said.

"Can't say as I know. I was married once. Wasn't too pleasant. Then I
went on what I thought was an emotional holiday. I struck it lucky with
a damn lotto ticket. I bought this place and proceeded to try to build
my castle in the sand. I was prepared to live out the rest of my life
without *any* love, of any sort.... Maybe that was it. That I was
prepared to do that. Because almost as soon as I came to that
understanding, I had more love pouring out of my ears than I knew what
to do with.

"I'll grant that the money made it easier. But also the isolation. Once
I got away from society's day to day rules and people sticking their
noses into my business, I started to live my life as I thought a human
being should. I made my own decisions based upon my own ethics. I
answered to no one but my own conscience. Right now that conscience is
clear. I don't have a damn thing to be ashamed of. How many others can
say the same?" John asked.

"Not I, for one. Nobody I know, really..... Speaking of your *castle in
the sand*. Let's see this hole you've been working on. I may just buy
one myself," Howdy said.

"Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly... But no. Please
don't make me out as some sort of guru. I'm not. I can't say that *my*
way is *the* way for anybody else. For one thing there's a shortage of
silos versus men. Come on. I'll give you the tour, starting right here.
I have a multi trunk line.. oh, you know that. I've activated several
pair as ISDN lines. I get source metered power from the power company.
I barely use my minimum because of the solar heat......" John began.

Howdy was flabbergasted with the place. From top to bottom it was a
masterwork of luxury. He met Cindy and the two triplets in the ample
library. His jaw hanging open at how gorgeous they really were. Cindy
was helping the girls with their reading lessons. They left them to it.
John showed him the new Com room, which would be needed for the girls
to run a major corporation from here. The hydroponics room was now set
up and running.

They stopped at level six maintenance stop and John unlocked the tape
closet. He extracted two tapes and Howdy signed both. John did too.
They each retained one. Then John moved on to the future bedrooms for
reference of what a blank floor was like, followed by the guest and
master bedrooms.

Howdy flipped over the trap door. He raised an eyebrow at the triple
wardrobe. Then the pool, which was heated and sparkling clean, no
chlorine, but no algae either. Lastly John showed him the weight room
with its small kitchen, bath, and the hot tub area.

"Hell, I'd just like to rent a room here for a while. This would make a
great resort!" Howdy exclaimed.

"Sorry, the hotel's full up. Everything you see is spoken for, for a
while. Now if you'll wipe that smile off your face, then we can go see
the kitchen and rescue your pilot from Theresa. I think she kind of
likes him and she's not known for being shy. She's looking for a
husband," John chuckled.

The pilot was indeed in need of rescue. He looked about as
uncomfortable as a man can look. He was trying real hard not to look at
Theresa as she prepared dinner. His one drink long since gone and
sweated out of his system. He drank a mineral water. Theresa was
chatting about what colleges she was looking at to attend.

Cindy and the two girls joined them. Cindy's outfit no less spectacular
than Theresa's. The girls' outfits were a bit more conservative, but
still spectacular. John waved Howdy into a seat at the table.

"We really should be going," Howdy began.

"Wrong time for a satellite pass," John said, cryptically, "Besides,
why would you pass up the chance to share an excellent meal with four
charming ladies?"

"You have a point. Sergeant, would you join us?" Howdy asked, sitting
down. A question like that from a man of Howdy's obvious stature was
like an executive order to a solder. But the pilot was only too glad to
stay. As alluring as the other three were, his eyes kept drifting back
to Theresa. He'd catch himself and suddenly look away. He did this
multiple times before he appeared to get lost in the sight. Cindy
smiled to herself. The triplets giggled.

Cindy and the girls set the table and then helped Theresa serve.
Theresa made a point of serving the pilot personally, flashing him her
biggest smile. He looked more uncomfortable than ever, but returned it.
The meal was excellent. One of the best Howdy had experienced for quite
some time. Parmesan Chicken breasts with baby carrots and rice Pilaf.
John served a white wine to all.

The pilot protested, "I'm flying, sir."

"I expected that. This is a non-alcohol wine, not quite up to what I
like, but quite adequate.." John said. The pilot took a sip and
concurred. He returned to his meal and his stolen glances at Theresa.
Conversation was light. No mention of the contents of the silo or why
they were there.

"Do you do any stargazing?" John asked Howdy.

"I've done some. I have a twelve inch Dobson," Howdy replied.

"Nice size. You'd love the *seeing* from here. Not like around a big
city where the glow washes out the sky," John said.

"He likes to show off too. Like the time he said it was about time for
a meteor shower and a big bright one passed overhead two seconds
later," Cindy chuckled.

"Not even I'm that good... but I'm learning," John said. John served
rich French roasted coffee with a special desert Theresa had whipped up
earlier. Frangelico Cheese cake with white chocolate, topped with
shaved hazel nuts. John had Frangelico with his coffee. The others
declined the additive.

"Could we check your E-mail? I left word with my aid he could reach me
at this address," Howdy asked.

"Certainly. Could you girls give this handsome young gentleman a hand
uncovering his helicopter while we do that?" John asked the girls. They
all nodded. Theresa boldly put her arm through the pilot's and led him
towards the entrance. Cindy and the triplets following behind,
snickering. John's E-mail was clear. Howdy sent a coded message to his
aid to pick him up, communication wise, at the Air Force base. John
snagged him with just one last request.

"I've been trying to fathom the wiring and plumbing around here for two
years now. Is there any chance you could get me a copy of the original
plans for the silo?" he asked.

"They may still be classified. We still have others of the same design
operational," Howdy told him.

"I know... or rather, I surmised as much. But I'd be more than willing
to treat them like Secret documents, alarmed safe and all..... You see,
seven women are a hell of a load on a plumbing system. And if this one
backs up, the deals probably off, 'cause no-one could live here," John
explained.

"I'll see what I can do," Howdy chuckled.

Outside Theresa and Cindy hadn't bothered suiting up. The triplets did.
The pilot shivered in the cold winter evening. Theresa and Cindy didn't
seem to notice as they peeled the tarp back and stored it.

"Aren't you cold?" the pilot asked Theresa.

"No, actually. Here, feel this," she said, taking his fingers and
slipping them into her sleeve. He was startled by her touch. Even more
so by the warmth he felt inside her sleeve. "This outfit stores heat in
the fabric as twist. When it gets colder it untwists and gives up heat.
Neat, huh?" she asked.

"Incredible. Where can you buy something like that?" he asked, his
fingers still in her sleeve.

"Gosh, I don't know. I made this," she said.

"You made *that*?!" he asked.

"Sure, it didn't take too long.. I just set up.." she began.

"Theresa!" Cindy interrupted. Theresa looked embarrassed and nodded.

"Sorry.... Uh, really nice to meet you. Hope I'll see you again
sometime," Theresa said.

"But you don't even know my name," he said.

"Oh, don't I? Sergeant Waters?" she giggled.

"But how did you....?" he began. She laughed and lay her hand on his
chest on his name patch. He blushed in embarrassment. "Kevin," he
added.

"So very nice to meet you, Kevin," Theresa giggled.

"So very nice to meet you too, Theresa," Kevin said.

"Can I have my arm back?" Theresa giggled. Again he blushed. Theresa
giggled and then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Then she turned
and left the pad. Howdy was just climbing up.

"If you're quite ready, Sergeant?" he said. Kevin snapped to reality
and climbed into the pilot's seat. He quickly ran over his preflight
cockpit check. His eyes drifting between functions back to the stunning
blonde standing by the entry. He fired up the engine as Howdy strapped
in. It took a long time to spin up the rotor. Kevin's eyes locked on
Theresa's. When the rotor reached speed, Kevin made a final check of
the instruments and then lightly lifted off. Theresa waving good-bye.
Both Kevin's hands were tied up, but he nodded and smiled at her. Then
he turned the ship and tilted the nose away.

"Two hundred feet. No need risking power lines on the return," Howdy
said over the headset.

"Yes, sir," Kevin said, distantly.

"Quite some girl," Howdy said.

"I've never met anyone like her in my life. She's incredible," Kevin
answered.

"How old are you, Sergeant?" Howdy asked.

"Twenty-six, sir," Kevin answered.

"And your first name?"

"Kevin, sir."

"Well, Kevin. There are a few things about that young lady that maybe
you should know," Howdy said.

"What's that, sir?"

"One, she's bisexual. Two, she's been living with *that* man for over a
year. Still interested?" Howdy asked. Kevin was quiet for a moment.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, try this.. She's stated that she wishes to make love to him at
least once a year, even after she marries, until the day he dies. Could
you live with that?" Howdy asked. Again Kevin was silent for a moment,
this time a little longer.

"I think so, sir. If I knew that going in and it didn't interfere with
our relationship. I wouldn't want there to be others though," Kevin
replied.

"What about female others? Could you deal with that?" Howdy asked.

"I think so, sir. I've had gay friends. Women, I mean. I've even been
with some bisexual women. I guess it would depend on context, sir.
Again, if it didn't interfere with our relationship, then I think I
could live with that. Especially if I knew it's going in," Kevin said.

"You surprise me, Kevin. There may be hope for the world yet. I'll see
to it that she has your address," Howdy said. Kevin looked at him in
surprise.

"Thank you. I'd appreciate that very much, sir," he said.

"My pleasure, Kevin. When we're due west of Dougway you can gain
altitude and report in," Howdy said.

"Yes, sir," Kevin said.

"And Sergeant, I'd forget all about what you saw today. It never
happened. Log your flight under this operational label, no details,"
Howdy said, handing him a slip of paper. Kevin glanced at it and looked
up suddenly.

"Are you serious, sir?" Kevin asked.

"Very serious. It'll fly. I promise."

"As you say, sir. But I know there's one thing about today that I'll
never forget," Kevin said. Howdy chuckled.

"I'll see that she gets your address. But you may never reveal the
circumstances under which you met," he said.

"Yes, sir!" Kevin said, grinning.

"Gosh, Theresa. Do you think you could have been more obvious?" Cindy
chuckled.

"I didn't think I had much time," Theresa said.

"Oh, I think you got your point across," Cindy said.

"I think she likes him," Andrea chuckled.

"I'll say I do," Theresa said.

"But what about John?" Amy asked.

"What about him?" both Cindy and Theresa replied together.

"I mean... isn't he your man?" Amy asked.

"Of course. But I want to get married and have children. I can't do
that with John. He knows that. He planned it that way," Theresa said.

"But won't he get mad?" Amy pressed.

"No, why would he?" Theresa said.

"I don't know... I guess I just don't understand," Amy said.

"It's simple. John *wants* Theresa to get married," Cindy said.

"But I thought he loved her," Andrea jumped in.

"He does.... That's why he wants her to get married to someone else,"
Cindy said.

"Now I don't understand," Andrea said.

"Look, girls. John wants what's best for all of us. Most of all he
wants our happiness. John knows that Theresa wants to have children.
John doesn't want to have any more children himself. That's why he had
a vasectomy. So he knows that Theresa will have to marry someone else
to have children. He wants her to be happy. So no, he won't get mad.
And he does love her. That's why he wouldn't get mad," Cindy explained.

"I think I get it... What's a vasectomy?" Amy asked.

"On a man, the sperm travels from the testicles, where it's produced,
through two little tubes. Called *vas deferens*, I think. Anyway, a
vasectomy is where they cut those little tubes and tie off the ends so
that sperm can't reach the penis. Since it never comes out, it can
never fertilize an egg," Cindy explained.

"Oh, like castration. We've seen that before on horses," Andrea said.

"Almost. In castration they cut the testicles off. That's different.
Because there's a hormone... that's a chemical that tells your body to
do something.... anyway the testicles produce a hormone called
testosterone. That's what gives men their beards and makes their voices
deeper. If you cut the testicles off men, then they lose their beards
and their voices get high. We have a similar hormone in our body,
called estrogen, produced by the ovaries, I think. I'm not certain it's
produced there.. anyway that hormone is the one that gives us girls
breasts. It also regulates how often we menstruate," Cindy said.

"You mean that if a man had estrogen in his body, that he'd grow
breasts?" Amy asked.

"Yup!" Theresa giggled.

"So if they like them so much, how come they don't take it?" Amy asked.
The girls had a good laugh over that one.

Almost simultaneously, both Sheila and Sally sashayed into Russian
embassies on opposite sides of the country. They walked up to the desk.

"May I help you?" they were asked.

"Yes. My name is Sally Thompson, and I want you to quit following me.
He's not very good at it and he's beginning to get on my nerves. I'm a
computer analyst for a fashion house, which is hardly of interest to
you. So knock it off," Sally said. (Sheila delivered an equivalent
message to her receptionist.)

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," was the universal
reply.

"I'm sure that there's somebody here who will know. Good-bye," they
both said, turned and walked back out. The receptionists in both places
shook their heads, thinking the women kooks. But each wrote down the
name and exact message. That night two agents on either side of the
country got reamed royally. The next day the girls each had *teams*
assigned to them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 63

Andrea rode astride John's hips, picking up speed. Her sister's thighs
straddled his head. They were face to face, caressing each other's
bodies as they moved. John lapped upwards happily. John was quite
recovered. He was able to stave off his own orgasm as the girls
squealed and shuddered during their own. Then quick as a flash they
reversed themselves. This time John couldn't hold back any longer as he
planted his seed inside Amy's ultra-tight vagina. The day before they
had experienced the opposite as John had anointed Andrea's cervix with
his juices. Afterwards the girls caressed each other and John.

"John?"

"Yes, Amy?"

"You recognized me!" she beamed.

"Your voices are a little bit different. What did you want to ask?" he
asked.

"Oh.. I was just wondering. How come I like sex so much with you, but I
never enjoyed it with Nick?" she asked. Andrea nodded agreement to the
question. John's fingertips softly played with their ass cheeks as they
lay one each side of him.

"Well, I guess the biggest reason, is because you want to," he said.

"How would that make it different?" Andrea asked.

"Well, first off, I'm not sure you ever knew before that you *could*
enjoy it. But it makes a big difference if you want to make love with
someone," he said.

"But you're bigger... down there. But it doesn't hurt! How can that
be?" Amy persisted.

"Well, when you don't want to do something, you tense up. A woman's
body can accommodate... that means you will stretch out... a much
bigger one. But not if you're all tense. Your muscles won't relax and
let you stretch out. When I enter you, I take my time and let your body
get used to me. When Nick had sex with you, first off you didn't want
to, so you were tense. And then he didn't take his time either. Or so
you've told me. Also, I warm you up other ways first. When I tease you,
your body produces natural lubricants that make it slide easier when I
enter you," he explained.

"So that's what they mean by making a woman wet?" Andrea asked.

"Yes, dear," John said.

"Oh... will you make us wet again?" she giggled.

"Tell you what. Why don't I teach you something new. You know how you
girls can sort of feel what each other do?" They nodded. "Well, when a
body gets excited, it wants to have an orgasm, but you can make the
orgasm bigger. It lasts longer and feels better. The way you do that,
is by pumping it up. When you *feel* the other one get real close to
having one, you stop for a bit and let them settle down just a bit,
then you do it again. If you do that at least four times, then the
orgasm will be *much* better. The last time when you don't stop, do
what you're doing even harder while they're having the orgasm. That
will help too.

"You girls should be better at that than I am, cause you can feel what
the other is feeling. The closer you can get them to an orgasm, without
giving them one, the more excited they will get. Try it, I'll watch and
teach you," he said. Amy moved down between Andrea's thighs and made a
beeline for her most sensitive spot. Andrea started to buck almost
instantly.

"Nope... that spoils half the fun. Sneak up on it. Here, like this,"
John said, moving between Andrea's thighs. Amy watched closely at
everything he did. She nodded, aware of Andrea's reactions to it. John
took her to the first step, just shy of orgasm, then rolled aside to
let Amy try it. She managed to get her much closer on the next step,
let her drift back and then moved her there again. She didn't stop at
four. She moved on to six. Andrea now whipping her head back and forth
violently. Her body quivering with pent-up desire.

In San Francisco, Alice had to sit down. Her eye's closed. Her body
shivering a bit. She moaned softly.

"What's wrong?" Sheila asked.

Alice looked at her distantly and managed to say, "John's teaching
something new to Amy. I never felt it this strong before," she croaked.
She moaned softly again and her lip quivered. Luckily, they were in
Sheila's apartment. Sheila leaned Alice back against her and held her
tenderly, feeling the girls body tremble with desire. Her breathing
became more rapid and shallow. Her head twisting from side to side.

Amy held Andrea on the very edge with tiny flicks of her tongue.
Andrea's body was tensed up like a coil spring.

"Excellent. Now let her drift back just a bit and then dig in and don't
stop," John whispered in Amy's ear. Alice writhed against Sheila's
body. She hadn't touched the girl except to gently hold her against
her. Her body began to tense up, only to relax just a bit before it
tensed again. Each time she became a bit tenser. Each time her writhing
and moaning became deeper. Her hands moved about, squeezing her small
breasts through her clothes or pulling up hard between her legs like
she was trying to hold something in. She began to elevate her hips as
she got tenser. Each time Sheila thought she would go over the edge,
but she would just get to it and then slide back a bit. Finally she
held her hips up high, her whole body like a giant coiled spring. Her
breathing stopped and she hung there suspended.

Amy followed John's directions. Herself digging her own hips into the
bed. She didn't tell John she could now feel everything that she did to
Andrea now, or that she was aware of how Alice felt at that moment. Her
own body tensed up like a spring. She let Andrea (and herself and
Alice) drift back just a bit and then she dug in as John had told her
to.

Andrea almost launched herself off the bed, thrusting her hips into
Amy's tongue like a rocket taking off. At the same moment Amy dug her
hips into the bed. Both women emptied their lungs in a scream that
would curdle water.

Alice suddenly launched herself out of Sheila's arms as the massive
contractions shook her body, she screamed every cubic centimeter of air
from her lungs, like a woman in childbirth. Her hips thrusting
violently again and again into the air. Her body wracked by
convulsions. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she gasped and screamed
again. Then she fell back unconscious.

John was unprepared for the onslaught that he'd instigated. Both girls
thrusting and jerking violently. Their body's convulsed again and
again. Suddenly they lay still. Random quivers running over them. Goose
bumps rose in waves and rippled up their bodies. They shivered and then
were still again. John became intensely worried. Amy hadn't touched
herself, yet she seemed to share every jerking convulsion with Andrea.
John wondered how Alice felt.

First things first, he checked Amy's pulse. It was rapid and weak. She
wasn't breathing yet. Neither was Andrea. He quickly rolled Amy over
and breathed into her mouth, holding her nose. Suddenly Amy was sucking
the breath out of him as Andrea rose up in a gasping breath. Sheila had
tears in her eyes. Not knowing what to do. She lifted Alice's body into
her arms. The girl wasn't breathing. Just when Sheila was about to
start mouth to mouth, she suddenly took a great gasping breath, her
body screaming in reverse as she filled her lungs and her hips rose up
again for a moment and dropped. Whatever had happened, she was now
breathing again, although ragged. She was still unconscious, but her
body was relaxing and her pulse was slowing. Slowly she returned to
regular breathing and appeared to sleep normally.

The two girls began to breathe more evenly, now appearing to sleep.
John cradled one in each arm. Hugging them and kissing their cheeks and
foreheads. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He'd been afraid for their
lives.

Sheila held Alice tenderly in her arms. Softly caressing the young
girl. Her breathing now regular and even. Tears streamed down Sheila's
cheeks. Something inside her said: "It's alright. We're okay." At the
same moment the same words entered John's mind. He was startled beyond
words. Sheila reached for the phone, barely reaching it. She dialed the
silo. Cindy answered.

"Hello."

"Whatever John's doing with the triplets, tell him not to do it again.
Now please," Sheila said.

"Right away," Cindy said, putting the phone down and running to the
elevator. She burst into the bedroom and found John holding the two
girls in his arms. Tears running down his cheeks. The girls seemed
okay, but asleep. "Sheila's on the phone. She says whatever you did
with the girls, don't do it again," she said. John nodded.

"Never... I think they all felt it. All three of them," he said,
rocking the girls softly in his arms.

"She sounded scared to death," Cindy said.

"I'll talk to her. They're okay now. Will you hold them while I talk to
Sheila?" he asked.

"Of course.. be glad to," Cindy said, moving onto the bed and taking
one onto each arm. John slipped out. Softly kissing each girl on the
forehead. Then Cindy in thanks. He shakily made his way, nude, up to
the Com room.

"Sheila?" he asked.

"God John, what did you do? I thought Alice was going to die!" she
gasped.

"They all felt it. At the same time. It wasn't me... well, I mean I
wasn't doing it. I was directing Amy who was doing it to Andrea. I was
teaching her how to pump up an orgasm. I didn't count on what happened.
You say Alice orgasmed too?" he asked.

"Like I never saw anybody orgasm before. She quit breathing," she
gasped.

"So did the other two. I grabbed the closest one and started mouth to
mouth on her. Suddenly they both gasped."

"Same here with Alice," Sheila said.

"Alice is breathing normally, but seems to be asleep?" John asked.

"Yes."

"Same here. Ah... Sheila. Did you hear it?" he asked. She knew what he
meant.

"Yes."

"I never felt so much love in my whole life," John said.

"I know. Me too. Like *they* were worried about us," Sheila said.

"Yeah, well. I'm glad they're all alright. I'd better get back. I'll
talk to you tomorrow. I love you," John said.

"I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow," she said. The girls weren't
exactly asleep. They wandered about in each other's thoughts. Wrapping
their essences around each other and hugging with their thoughts. For a
while, they were essentially one mind. Merged and melted together. All
they felt was boundless love. While in this state they could feel both
John's and Sheila's concern. *Completely* feel it.

It was like they reached out to touch them both, feeling John's deep
ethics and Sheila's hungry desire for his understanding. They could
also feel the feeling of love they shared for one another, and for
them. They sought to soothe their fears. Saying, "It's alright, We're
okay." Both minds suddenly became aware of them and the girls retracted
together, giggling into their Gestalt, a word they learned in John's
mind.

They began playing and testing the bounds of themselves. They found a
slight imperfection in their wholeness. One of them was just a shade
out of sync. It was a minor imperfection. They knew they could cure it,
but something greater gently stopped them. "Not yet," it said. They
sought to question the greatness they had felt, but they could not find
it. They knew it surrounded them, but the knowledge it held was not to
be theirs yet.

They moved on. Exploring like a child walking a meadow and looking at
all it contained. They posed questions for themselves and could feel
the answers. They questioned their mother's death at the time of their
birth. They could feel her still, but could not reach her. They felt
her love for them and they felt a joy that was indescribable. Then it
was as if she said, "Now go play."

They moved on. They knew their father. Could feel him and knew where he
was. A far distant city. There was a blackness about him they chose not
to enter, yet they knew a part of him was in them. Again they moved on.
Their childhood. Knowing each other's pains and fears. Now they viewed
it objectively. Not so bad... until NICK!

Their mind snapped out at him in anger and some miles distant from the
silo, he sat up screaming in bed. Like a bolt of lightning had scorched
his black soul. Then they felt his smallness, and they softened a bit.
Compared to the greatness they felt in John, he was insignificant. They
felt his contempt for women. They left him with a warning; Should he
hurt another, they would know and they would hurt him, bad! They left
him sobbing. Moving on they found Candice. They could feel her warmth
and compassion for them. They could feel her concern they would heal,
and her fear that she was losing them as they grew. They wrapped her in
love and hugged her, letting her know how much they cared. In the next
bedroom from Sheila and Alice, she napped. She felt a warm glow of love
like she had never known. They left her sleeping in utter peace.

They remembered the trip in the blizzard. Experiencing Alice's
coldness. Feeling her body retreat into itself. She had been close to
death. A simple desire to sleep to escape the cold and numbness had
prevailed. Even then sharing a common but separate mind, her lethargy
was contagious. They all wanted to go to sleep. Candice had broken a
ski. She felt distraught. She provided for them as best she could,
tipping the toboggan against the wind and trying to direct what little
heat she could from the crippled snow mobile. Their consciousness
fading. Then a distant sound and a dim light.

John. Competent and caring. Like the father they never knew. He moved
about in a strict priority. Doing what had to be done, because it was
the right thing to do. He summoned others and then saw to them as best
he could by himself. Holding them to his chest, their cold sucking the
heat from his body. Fearing for their lives. Stuffing the packs that
would warm them against their skin. His first touch like that of a
protecting angel. They knew they would be alright. Even then they felt
his great compassion.

Then the distant sounds and two more lights. More warmth, more love and
compassion. Cindy and Theresa. Barely older than they, yet competent
and confident in their understanding and actions. Like acolytes of Thor
they followed John's direction with complete devotion and faith in his
knowledge and compassion. Knowing that what he told them to do, was the
right thing to help the girls the most. Then one by one they were
ferried to the warmth of shelter.

Sheila's warmth and desire to do right. She flitted about doing
everything her mind could think of. Doing what needed to be done,
because it needed to be done. She was competent and caring. Even then
they felt her burning need for John's understanding. Mostly she wanted
to help them, but a part of her wanted John to see that she was a
competent and caring woman.

In the arms of John, Alice. The others carried in any manner, just to
get them to warmth. The girls fumbling with their shapeless thin, ugly
sack dresses. John bypassing all that. Walking straight into the water
to get them warm as fast as possible. Then the agony and ecstasy of the
warm water surrounding them one at a time. Alice first, needing it the
most. Her body snapping back from the very brink.

John flitting about, checking them. His eyes upon their bodies for the
first time. Feeling the first spark of desire start in him. Suppressed
by his deep concern for their well being. Finally his pain eased as he
read their improvement. Then, as much as he needed the heat himself, he
withdrew in respect for their feelings. Finally Sheila, after doing
everything she could think of to do, headed down to see if she could do
more. They felt her anguished release into John's arms. Her social
shock that another could be treated so badly to have wanted to escape
into the freezing hell of the blizzard. Then she was among them, like a
caring mother.

Cindy and Candice holding them in their arms. The two of them waiting
for their third sister. Alice finally returning to consciousness in
Sheila's loving arms. Then they were whole once more. Through the
concerted effort of these loving people.

The girls considered the vastness of what they now knew; they owed
their mortal lives to these caring people. They considered how they
could ever begin to thank them enough. They felt John re-enter the
bedroom, having been aware of him from the start of their Gestalt. They
felt him move to the bed and slide in beside Cindy, taking Andrea into
his arms and cradling her. He still didn't understand.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't know. Oh god, be alright!" he said to her.
They felt a great wave of affection for him. He did not understand and
they wanted him to. They began to carefully probe him, trying not to
make him aware of their probe. His sense of ethics was as profound as
his compassion towards them. They searched for anything they could do
for him. They felt his one greatest fear; that age would prohibit him
from adequately satisfying those he loved. They pondered upon this as
they explored his body. His heart was strong. All his internal organs
were functioning properly. There was minor lung damage from his earlier
years as a smoker, but this was fading. Carefully they explored his
psyche.

John felt an odd itch... inside his head. He did his best to ignore it,
thinking only of the girls' well being. Cindy placed her hand in his,
reassuringly. He squoze it gently. The girls circled about, pondering
the functioning of different sections. This one controlled his hunger
drive. That one, his body clock. That one... was the one the girls were
searching for. They gently nudged it and felt John's discomfort as he
suddenly began to get an erection. It grew rapidly as he felt a strong
sexual desire growing within him.

They made him aware of themselves: "We are fine. Rest your fears. We
have never been so happy before. We wish to give you a gift. Observe...
feel what we do. This spot here; touch it like this. It will trigger
your sexuality. You may always please those you love. Your body has its
own limits which it will not violate. But this will overcome the limits
of your mind. We love you." Then they were gone.

John was startled beyond words. Tears formed in his eyes and ran down
his cheeks. They were tears of joy over the gentle touch of boundless
love. They had addressed his deepest fear. He was whole.

"I'm sure they'll be alright," Cindy offered, misinterpreting his
tears. John could only nod and smile at her. Cindy was as worried about
John as the girls. The girls next moved to her. Exploring her as they
had John. They felt her pain from her early abuse, much like their own,
only inflicted by those she actually loved the most, making it a deeper
pain. The girls felt a wave of compassion for this loving, caring
person. They could feel her love for John and the others around him.

As much as she stated her faith in John's rightness, she retained her
own natural fears of insecurity. Perhaps the one was a cure for the
other, the girls speculated. They surrounded her pain and obscured it
in a mist of love. Making themselves known to her, they informed her:
"We are fine. We feel your love. We know of your pain and fears. Let
your heart feel free. Those you now love, will not hurt you as others
before. Their hearts are pure. As our gift to you we give you this."
 From their foray into John they knew of his deep abiding love for
Cindy. Now they let her feel that knowledge. "We love you," they
informed her as they retreated.

Cindy was dumb struck. Tears flowed from her eyes like a faucet. She
turned to John and leaned against her man. Knowing how he felt about
her. She was freed from her burden of pain and made whole. Now
confident in their forays, the girls next visited Sheila. She held
Alice in her loving arms, gently rocking her. They could feel her
warmth and compassion for them, and her abiding love for John and those
around him. They could also feel her burning need for his understanding
and the warmth of his love. She needed him and those he loved. Her
insecurities blinding her to the love she knew was there.

Once again they made themselves known: "Fear not. We are only sharing a
togetherness we have never known before. You are a part of that
togetherness as we feel your love for us. We feel that same love for
you. As our gift to you we give you this." They made her aware of the
feelings for her they felt in themselves and the others. They would add
to this as they continued their forays. Sheila hugged Alice to her and
wept with Joy. They sought out Theresa, finding her alone in the pool.
Unaware of the drama that had unfolded in the bedroom and at Sheila's.
They almost recoiled at the depth of her pain. They felt that the only
reason she still survived, was the love she felt for those around her.
And one other.....

They sought him out. Now back at his base. Guided by their instincts of
what he felt like when he was around them earlier. He sat alone in his
room, Theresa on his mind. Fear of not having her love encompassed him.
His burning need for her uppermost in his heart and mind. His fears
that perhaps he wouldn't be understanding enough if given the
opportunity to know her.

The triplets giggled to themselves as they let him know the feelings
that Theresa felt for him. They didn't reveal themselves. Only a
feeling that he couldn't deny. Then they returned to Theresa. They
guided her urge to leave the pool and then waited. She swam to the
ladder and climbed out. Toweling herself and then sitting on a chaise
as she toweled her hair.

Once again they made themselves known: "We are your sisters in pain. It
makes us strong. But now, put it aside, as you are loved by all around
you. We have just now learned to do this. We wish to share a gift with
you. Let your pain fade in the knowledge we are about to give." They
let her know the feelings the others felt for her...and the burning
desire they had felt in the new love she herself desired. They let her
know his heart and mind concerning his fears over his understanding. A
warm heart awaited her when she was ready.

Theresa slumped back against the chaise, both by the burden lifted from
her and the deep feeling of love that assaulted her. A warm, honest
love. She would know more love in the future. Tears flowed freely from
her eyes as she sobbed with joy. Lastly their co-wife, Candice. This
time they shared the common ground of their abuse at Nick's hands. They
soothed the pain and shrouded it with the knowledge they had gained
concerning the other's feelings for her. They reinforced their earlier
touch upon her concerning their own love for her. They did not awaken
her. She would be aware of all when she awoke.

Once again the girls retreated into their Gestalt. They spent this time
sharing the knowledge of each of them as individuals. The feelings they
felt for each other and the others they had touched. A thought nagged
at them a bit. They sought out one other. Sally lay sleeping in the
arms of her lover. The girls touched the mind of her lover gently. She
would sleep through whatever reaction Sally experienced.

They forayed into Sally herself. They found a caring, vibrant person. A
woman in love with life and now two very special people. They found the
pride she felt in being made a woman by John. They partially shared
that pride themselves. They eavesdropped on how it had felt to be made
a woman by John. Impressed that the marathon he had spoken of had
actually happened. Each episode of lovemaking was vividly etched in
Sally's mind. They sampled each one, giggling to themselves. They felt
the burning desire Sally felt to see John again and feel him in her
arms. They felt her shame at having not known the depth of feeling she
could now feel, when she was with John. Her new lover had patiently
taught her well. She felt satisfaction in her work and life, except for
the feel of John's love. The girls got an idea. Andrea sighed in John's
arms. Her eyes opened and were filled with joy.

"Oh god, I was so worried," John said, hugging her tenderly. Amy gazed
up into Cindy's eyes. Her own filled with the same joy. Cindy was still
speechless.

Andrea said, "If you will touch that spot and enter me... the others
will feel it too." John was speechless himself now.

"What others?" he finally asked.

"All those you love," Andrea replied, simply.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

"More alright than we have ever been. Your love has made us whole. Your
love has made all those you love, whole. Us girls wish to share your
love with all you love, including us. If you will make love to me, all
will know it and share it. You will know what each feels. We don't know
if we can do this again... but please, do this," Andrea said softly.
John trembled.

The girls gently nudged the sleeping ones awake. Then they formed a
Gestalt with all but Kevin. Centered upon John and Andrea. John became
aware of the love each woman felt for him. He could feel each of them
in his arms at that moment. He bent and softly kissed Andrea. Eight
pair of lips felt his. He knew the feelings of eight different women
combined in one. His passion grew. Andrea's too. His fingertips played
softly over her body, finding her nipples and softly caressing them. He
felt what eight women felt.

He lay Andrea back and moved over her. Kissing her, caressing her.
Making her know physically the burning desire he felt for her. Her arms
around him, the representatives of eight stunning women. Her fingers
explored his body. Her mouth warm and full against his as he sought out
her tongue with his and they swirled together.

He didn't miss a spot. The breaths of eight women becoming fast and
shallow as their mutual passion grew. His fingers explored her between
her legs, slipping inside her and feeling her slick wetness. She was
more than ready, she was the combined hunger of eight women for his
love. They rolled him onto his back and climbed upon his hips. The tip
of his manhood poised upon the threshold of eight women. Then Andrea
nodded to John. He understood. He reached out with his mind and touched
the spot the girls had taught him.

His manhood responded almost instantly. Already firm, he now pierced
his target without moving as his manhood swelled up, pushing up into
them. Eight voices groaned. John knew the feeling himself, of what he
felt like growing into eight vagina's. His manhood continued to swell
and lengthen until it seated against Andrea's cervix. Then continued to
swell as it stretched her to its fullest dimensions ever.

Andrea lay forward atop him, finding his lips as his hands found her
breasts. She began to move. At first grinding her hips down harder into
his. Then moving a minuscule amount upwards and then driving down hard.
Eight women groaned in their passion. Again Andrea moved, lifting
herself almost a full inch before she again drove down hard. Again
eight women groaned. John knew the feeling of having a man inside him.
A very odd sensation, especially because he was aware of it from eight
different perspectives simultaneously. Those eight were also aware of
how they felt upon him. His manhood strong and proud inside them.
John's groan was theirs.

Andrea began to pick up speed, shifting her hips slightly to force the
top of his penis against her clitoris. Each thrust became a hungry one.
Driven by the combined passion of nine people. Now her strokes became
fuller as she picked up more speed. They all seemed to merge together,
making love to themselves, as a whole. Each girl aware of how each
other felt as well as herself and John. He responded as he moved in
unison with Andrea's tender hips upon him. Feeling the silkiness of her
love canal. Their fingertips explored each other. Their tongues all
swirled together. They reinforced each other as they gained speed and
passion.

The edge was growing near. They could all feel it. They all knew the
joyous anticipation of it. As it approached they slowed and approached
it cautiously. They slowed until they were barely moving. Each touch
sending ripples of goose bumps over their bodies. They let themselves
slide back a bit. Then approached it again. Their breath hurting in
their lungs as they wheezed out their moans. Gulping at the next
breath. Their heads whipping side to side.

One last time they slipped backwards, more this time. And then they
were off on a mad frenzied dash to the finish. All nine driving their
hearts out in quest of the crest of the wave. It broke upon them like a
Tsunami. Nine lungs emptied themselves of air as their bodies convulsed
in one massive contraction. It held them all in it's grip for an
endless eternity, then John's fluids burst forth into Andrea like mount
Vesuvius erupting. Eight women knew the ultimate moment of love. And
then Nine people collapsed back, totally spent.

Their mutual joy swam together embracing each other. Each aware of each
others pleasure. Slowly soft fingertips caressed them and their bodies
quivered from the onslaught that each had experienced. A feeling of
love encompassed the whole of their being. And then they slipped
mutually into the most peaceful sleep of their lives.

For a time, their dreams were shared. Dreams of total love for one
another. Dreams of total understanding of each others feelings. Then,
the Gestalt faded. Not suddenly, but like a mist evaporating in the
warmth of the love that would always remain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 64

Sally was the first one to stir. She opened her eyes into a feeling of
joy like she had never known. Her lover slept quietly next to her. She
snuggled to her and hugged her. Jean awoke to the feeling of the most
loving touch she had ever known. She didn't know why, but Sally seemed
different. The girl was brimming over with joy. Jean responded the best
she could.

Afterwards she asked, "What brought that on?"

"I couldn't even begin to tell you. Last night I experienced the most
incredible experience of my life. If it was a dream, I don't want to
know it.... but it wasn't a dream.. I know that," Sally said,
cryptically.

"Are you all there?" Jean asked.

"Not anymore. I'm in eight hearts.. nine, counting yours," she replied.

"Darling, I think you've flipped. But if this morning was a result of
that, then flip away to your heart's content.." Jean said, kissing her
softly.

"At least you've got that right. My heart is content. More content than
I've ever been....... Shower with me?" Sally asked.

"Love to," Jean said.

The triplets awoke. Andrea still lay atop John. It was wonderful waking
atop him. She reached out with her mind. Amy was awake, Alice still
slumbered lightly. She let her sleep. Amy and her shared a look from
across the bed. They each slipped silently out and made their way up to
the guest bedroom to shower. No words were needed as they soaped each
other and squirmed together.

Theresa stirred alone, by the pool. She didn't feel alone, that was
just the condition she found herself in. She rolled to her feet and
made her way to the bedroom. Finding Cindy and John snuggled together.
She slid in beside them and snuggled to John's other side.

John stirred. He couldn't describe how he felt. He wondered if it all
had been a dream.. but no, he knew it hadn't been. His two original
lovelies were snuggled to him. Theresa was awake, snuggled to his side,
quiet, contemplative. He leaned and softly kissed her on the forehead.

"Good morning," she said, "I hope it wasn't a dream."

"No, it wasn't," he said. Cindy stirred at his side and hugged him.

"You know, you're spoiling us for other men," she said.

"Spoiling? How about permanently spoiled!" Theresa chuckled.

"I had very little to do with last night," John said.

"Oh... I think you had a whole lot to do with last night. But I
understand what you're saying," Cindy said.

"Did we all feel the same thing?" Theresa asked.

"Pretty much, I reckon," John said.

"So you know about Kevin?" she asked.

"No... apparently we didn't all experience the same thing," Cindy
chuckled.

"Who's Kevin?" John asked.

"Theresa's new man... to be," Cindy chuckled.

"Have I met Kevin?" John asked.

"Yup... What's his name's pilot," Theresa said.

"Oh... So you like him, huh?" he asked.

"I don't think that *like* is exactly the term I would have used,"
Cindy said.

"I love him," Theresa stated.

"So I guess I should try to find out his address for you?" John said.

"Not yet. That's my future... You are my present," Theresa said,
pulling him into a soft kiss. Alice stirred next to Sheila. Remembering
the previous evening, a warm feeling of love engulfed her. She smiled
and snuggled to the larger woman. She knew her sisters were already
awake, like a distant thought. Candice woke alone... yet not feeling
alone. She felt loved. She knew she was loved. She stretched like a cat
and then rolled off the bed. Her body tingling a bit. She sought out
the bathroom.

She found Alice snuggled to Sheila on the large sofa. Alice smiled at
her and Candice bent to share a gentle kiss. Amy and Andrea stalled a
moment over their batch of biscuits, each smiling. Sheila would sleep
for another hour or even two. Alice reluctantly slipped away from her.
Once in the kitchen, Candice took her into her arms.

"I wanted you to know... all of you. That I don't doubt you anymore.
And I wish to thank you all for what you gave me," Candice said.

"You're quite welcome... Now give me a big kiss, and then let's make
breakfast," Alice said. Candice complied.

Sheila woke alone... yet not. It was as if she had gained a heart full
of love. It was brimming over. She stretched with a big grin on her
face. Wishing there were someone next to her to hug. She rolled off the
bed and went in search of someone.. by way of the bathroom. She found
the girls sitting at the table. By chance she reached Candice first.
She gave her a big hug and kiss. Then moved on to Alice, whom she
pulled into her lap while she kissed her. Alice returned the kiss and
added her own measure.

"Well, let me get some breakfast. Then we'll talk about our show for
Mae, today," Sheila said, hoarsely. She insisted that Alice sit on her
lap while she ate. The young girl snuggled to her, happily. Sheila
talked about the fashions.

"Mae's just going to love you two," she bubbled.

"Gosh, you think so?" Candice asked.

"I know so," Sheila said.

"I don't know if I could love make love to another... yet," Alice said.

"That's not what I meant. Nobody's asking you to make love if you don't
want to. What I meant, is that she's going to feel a great affection
towards you, both of you. And that's never a bad thing. I hope that one
thing we've all learned from John, is that there's always room for
another in your heart," Sheila said. Alice nodded against her breast,
smiling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 65

They packed up all the outfits, leaving out those that they had picked
to wear. These were amazingly conservative, considering the events of
the previous evening. Alice and Candice bubbled with excitement. They
took a cab to Mae's business. Mae met them in the lobby. She held back,
not knowing the relationship Sheila shared with the two lovely girls
with her. Sheila moved into her arms and kissed her deeply.

"So you've decided to be totally *out*?" Mae giggled.

"I've decided to be myself," Sheila said, holding her as she gazed into
Mae's deep dark eyes. Mae shivered a bit by the power she saw there.
Sheila was different somehow. Self assured and yet deeply caring. Mae's
insides quivered with desire for her.

The girls studied her. She was lovely. Mid to late thirties, with soft
oriental features. Her hair was long and black, reaching almost to her
shapely waist. She had medium sized breasts and slightly dark skin to
match her features. She was almost the exact same size as Candice. Mae
turned to examine the two girls.

"And who are these two lovely ladies?" she asked, pulling away from
Sheila.

"Mae, may I present Candice.. and Alice. They are here to model some
outfits for you," Sheila said.

"For me? You said you had something important to show me and talk to me
about," Mae said.

"You have no idea just how important it is," Sheila giggled.

"Well, let's go someplace more comfortable. Then you can tell me all
about it... and where you got those dynamite stockings!" Mae said.
Sheila just chuckled. The girls too. Mae led them up to her office. She
had a magnificent view of the bay and the golden gate. She guided them
into seats, offering refreshments.

"I think a little champagne for each of us," Sheila said.

"Celebrating?" Mae asked.

"Yup. You see, we're here to make you rich," Sheila giggled. Mae looked
at her a moment. Coming from someone else she might have dismissed the
remark. But not from Sheila. She buzzed her secretary.

"A bottle of the finest Champagne we've got around and four glasses,"
she ordered. She sat back looking at Sheila, wondering what she was up
to. They all had on well tailored, but conservative jackets over their
outfits. Buttoned up the front. The girls sat back, feeling a bit self
conscious. Sheila sat back self assured. The secretary brought the
Champagne and glasses on a tray. She popped the cork and poured, served
them and then withdrew. Mae held her glass, waiting.

"So what's this all about?" she asked. Sheila grinned. She motioned to
the girls and stood up herself. They all began to unbutton their
jackets and remove them. Mae sat back in shock. Sheila was clad from
neck to foot in a custom outfit. It hugged her every freckle. A skirt
that matched the body suit exactly, hung from her shapely hips. The
pattern continued down her custom stockings, which were all Mae had
seen under the jackets. That and the hem of their skirts. Mae got
shakily to her feet and moved up close to examine the outfit.

She was shaking a bit when she turned to the girls. Alice wore an
outfit like the girls had worn when they first greeted Sheila. It
hugged and defined her small breasts like paint. Candice wore a copy of
John's present to Theresa, with the moon on the cheek. She wore a white
skirt which she removed at Sheila's nod. Then rotated. Embarrassed at
the look she received. Alice opened her skirt to show her the colors
matched completely, blushing herself from the way the body suit
accurately followed her every curve...

"Okay, I'll bite. I know every major fashion designer in the world.
None of them could touch these. Where the hell did you get these
outfits?" Mae asked.

"They were all made in one day... along with all the others we brought
along. If the girls can use your fitting room, they will show you the
rest," Sheila said. Mae nodded, dumbfounded. She took a long pull on
her champagne. The parade of outfits followed. Including Sheila's
entire business collection.

With each new outfit, the bewildered look on Mae's face got worse. She
called in her best designers who embarrassed the hell out of the girls.
Poking their fingers at where seams should be, but weren't. Feeling the
fabrics and examining the designs closely, even if they were over
private areas. They all shook their heads, bewildered as well. Mae
shooed them out.

"Okay... are you going to tell me.. or not?" she asked.

"They were all spun on *one* machine... I lied a bit. My business suits
took a couple of days. But every outfit the girls have worn were made
in eight hours," Sheila giggled.

"Not possible," Mae said.

"Wasn't possible. Is now. You're looking at the introductory line of
fashions from Second Skin Incorporated," Sheila said.

"And where might I contact this Second Skin?" Mae asked.

"Right here. You're looking at their new CEO," Sheila giggled.

"You?" Mae asked.

"Me."

"I heard from Judy that you were off with some Mr. Wonderful like the
world has never known... now you come in with this," Mae said.

"All true. Mr. Wonderful invented the machine that made these. His name
is John Stevens. I love him. We all do," Sheila said.

"All? All three of you?" Mae asked, looking to the girls.

"All seven...or eight of us," Sheila said.

"Huh? You don't know?" Mae asked.

"There are seven of us women who now live with him. Alice is one of a
matched set of three. In addition to me and the triplets -Alice, Andrea
and Amy-, there is Cindy and Theresa and Candice here. That makes
seven. There's a girl in New York, Sally, who just might make eight...
If I guess right," Sheila chuckled.

"And you all *love* this man?" Mae asked.

"Like air!" Sheila said. The girls nodded.

"Must be some fellow," Mae said. They all rolled their eyes and nodded.

"So what does this have to do with me?" Mae asked.

"Well, darling. Seeing as how this will put you out of business... How
would you feel about being our first distributor?" Sheila asked.

"I'd love to be. But I don't think we could begin to stock enough
different sizes. Those things look custom made for each body."

"They are. Each outfit. A machine scans the body of the person the
outfit is to be made for, another makes an exact duplicate of that
person, down to the freckle if so desired, and then spins the outfits
over the duplicate, adding pigmentation as it goes," Sheila explained.

"No inventory?"

"None!"

"But that's fantastic! When can I get scanned?" Mae asked.

"Soon. John's working on a production model as we speak. A good thing
too. The prototype made the *scanee* just a wee bit too horny!" Sheila
giggled.

"Horny? How so?" Mae asked.

"With little persistent fingers probing every place the outfits fit,
taking measurements," Sheila said. Mae looked long and hard at Sheila's
outfit, then the girls. She nodded, grinning. Her eye's kept drifting
back to Candice, who blushed a lot, but did her own looking at her.
Sheila noticed, chucking to herself.

"Okay, you've sold me. How much is it going to cost me?" Mae said,
finally.

"Well, not so much money, as connections. I was thinking that we could
supply you with a modified version of the machine within a few
months... if we can swing it. Then you offer the service to your best
customers first. Then you put together a show for Fashion week in New
York, using all originals," Sheila said.

"Oh, god. Are those folks in for a shock!" Mae chuckled.

"No shit. And when that's over we'll have people clambering at our
doorstep. I'd like you to represent us to them."

"Me? Why me?" Mae asked.

"Several reasons. First off, you being our first outlet solves a bunch
of logistics problems. You're well established in a high dollar, high
fashion market. It gets us on the market, as fast as we can get it
together. Second, you've got the connections, we don't. Third... 'cause
I love you," Sheila said. Mae looked at her, blushing a bit. Her eyes
drifting back to Candice.

"So I guess I'd better start lining up models," Mae said.

"That's what I've hired Candice and the triplets for. That way we can
start spinning outfits for them right now, without waiting for the re-
design," Sheila said.

"Triplets, huh? That should blow the socks off the fashion world. We
could probably keep them busy full time, just working for other
designers," Mae said.

"I think *we* can keep them busy enough... besides, I'd like to keep
them close till they know what to watch out for," Sheila said.

"Probably not the only reason you want to keep them close," Mae
giggled.

"Guilty. But I was thinking we could do some special projects just
around them, like outfits with a design split across the three of
them."

"That sounds fun," Mae said, nodding.

"The thing is, we can put *any* design on *any* outfit. If you can find
a picture of it, or take one yourself, then we can copy it onto an
outfit. I've been saving a special one just to show you that," Sheila
said. She slipped into the fitting room and slipped on her body suit
with Theresa's skin on it. She stepped out and at first Mae thought she
was nude.

"Oh my god!" Mae gasped. Sheila couldn't help but blush, but she showed
her the *whole* design. Even sitting down and opening her legs. Mae was
in total shock. Sheila slipped into the fitting room again, and donned
the outfit with Cindy's skin on it. Mae's reaction was much the same.

"Makes you look like an un-natural blonde," Mae giggled.

"You get my point, I take it?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, please put something else on. You're making me wet," Mae said.

"My same reaction to the owner of this skin," Sheila chuckled,
withdrawing to change. She returned in her original outfit.

"I think we're going to be very rich!" Mae said.

"Aww, you've guessed my plan," Sheila mocked.

"So we've got a brunette and three blondes. All we need is a killer
redhead for the team," Mae said.

"I think I might even be able to come up with one of those," Sheila
chuckled.

"Hidden resources? Have you been holding out on me?" Mae asked.

"Haven't met her myself.. but from what I've heard, I want to," Sheila
replied.

"How do you know she'd be interested and where is she?" Mae asked.

"I think she'd be interested in anything connected with John. She's in
New York City," Sheila said.

"Well, sounds like you've got all bases covered. I'm not sure what you
need with me, but count me in," Mae said.

"I don't have all bases covered. My experience is making small
companies large. Yours is fashion. We need you for ideas. We need you
for your market experience. We need you for your customer relation
skills and your contacts. Together we can make this thing a giant,"
Sheila said.

"You've already sold me, babe. You've already sold me. Now, may I treat
you three lovely women to lunch in the finest restaurant I know?" Mae
asked.

"That you may," Sheila answered, noticing the eager look on the girls
faces.

"Why don't you girls put on the outfits you wore in. I think those will
be suitable," Sheila added. When the girls left Mae moved to Sheila.

"Where the hell did you find them darlings?" Mae asked, kissing her
friend deeply. Sheila shivered a bit in the middle of the kiss.

"I rescued them from the middle of a blizzard in the middle of
nowhere," Sheila gasped, "... Damn, you've still got it!"

"Okay, don't tell me," Mae said, cupping her ass cheeks.

"It's the truth. Alice came close to freezing to death. Check her
finger tips. They're still rosy from her frostbite," Sheila said,
cupping Mae's cheeks and pulling her hips into hers.

"If you say so... God, I've missed you!" Mae said.

"I've missed you too," Sheila said.

"Not too much. You're absolutely glowing today. What's your secret?"
Mae said.

"That, you wouldn't begin to believe... Let's just say; I'm in love.
I've found the man of my dreams and got the bonus of six gorgeous women
and the career of my dreams to boot," Sheila said, feeling a breast.

"Ye gods! Any room for one more?" Mae asked, half joking.

"Oh, I fear the house is full, but knowing what the man and the women
are like, I think I can promise you some *very* enjoyable visits,"
Sheila chuckled.

"Sounds delightful. Now tell me about Candice," Mae said.

"Country girl though and through. And in need of a Savvy big city woman
to take her under her wing and show her the ways of the world," Sheila
said, kissing her again.

"Hmm, I wonder where we could find such a woman?" Mae chuckled, pulling
Sheila back into another kiss. The girls returned in their original
outfits. Sheila and Mae paid them no mind for a moment. Alice blushed a
bit. Candice flushed a bit.

"How about that lunch?" Mae said, turning her eyes to Candice, who
flushed even more. Sheila suggested that Mae try on one of Candice's
outfits. She picked a stunning one. It didn't fit her quite as well as
it had Candice, but it was better than anything she could have pulled
off the rack. The girls made quite a splash when they walked into the
restaurant. An audible gasp was heard and the place fell quiet. Not
normal at all for the high buck business lunch crowd. Mae and Sheila
strutted to their table. The girls followed blushing behind them. Heads
followed them like radar. Once seated, the silence was broken by
whispers at first. Then people went slowly back to their meals and
deals.

"This is fun," Sheila giggled.

"You expected less out of these outfits?" Mae asked, chuckling.

"I wasn't certain, now I am," Sheila said.

"You should be. I picked this place on purpose. Sort of a test case.
One damn tough audience.. normally. I could guarantee you a dozen sales
by tomorrow if we were set up already," Mae giggled.

"Really? I was thinking in the thousand dollar range... but five for
the initial scan," Sheila said.

"That cheap?" Mae asked.

"Cheap? Six thousand for the first outfit?" Sheila asked.

"Peanuts for this crowd. And all the more reason to buy a dozen each,"
Mae said.

"Well, that's why I picked you," Sheila said. Candice and Alice were
looking at the menus. They didn't have a clue what any of it said,
except the prices. These scared them real bad. Sheila caught their
distress.

"Why don't you choose for us?" she suggested to Mae.

"Okay, glad to. If you'll pick the wine?" she replied.

"My pleasure.... Any problem here with Alice? She's just sixteen,"
Sheila asked.

"Not likely, but we shouldn't get her drunk. As long as we're discrete
about it," Mae replied, studying the menu.

"I'd better order her a soda then. Every eye in the place is still on
us," Sheila chuckled.

"No, don't. Just order the wine. It'll be okay," Mae said.

"Just as soon as I hear what you're going to order," Sheila replied.

"Are they up to Escargot for an appetizer?" Mae asked.

"Just try to hold them back. I got them hooked the first night here,"
Sheila chuckled. The girls brightened visibly at the suggestion.

"And then I think the grilled scallops, or would you rather the
lobster?" Mae asked.

"Oh, scallops!" Sheila said. The girls were game for anything. The
waiter came by the instant Mae looked up for him. She ordered. Then
Sheila ordered a 1979 Wente Gray Riesling to go with it.

"An excellent choice. That or the Keenan Vineyards '79 Chardonnay," Mae
said.

"The Chardonnay is maybe a bit dry for the girls. The Gray's fairly dry
while retaining just a hint of sweet. And the bouquet is incredible,"
Sheila replied.

"You always did know your wine," Mae chuckled.

"Why live here without learning that? That's like living in New York
and never eating cheesecake," Sheila giggled. Mae turned her attention
to the girls.

"Sheila tells me you're country girls. What do you think of the big
City so far?" she asked.

"It's incredible, I wish I could stay longer," Candice replied.

"It's nice... but I miss John and my sisters," Alice said.

"This John must be something," Mae answered. They all nodded and got a
distant look again. "Yes, I can see he must be.... Tell me, Candice.
How would you feel about staying a little longer, maybe work with me a
bit?" Mae asked.

"I think that would be great," Candice said, holding Mae's eyes. Sheila
watched the exchange.

"Well, Alice. Looks like it's just you and me on the flight back," she
chuckled. Alice nodded. "In fact Mae, you could do me a great favor,"
Sheila said.

"What's that? Anything, just name it," Mae replied.

"If you've got any free time for a few days, I kind of need to spend
some time wrapping up my accounts at work. I'd feel better leaving the
girls in safe, capable hands," Sheila asked.

"I'd be delighted. But I don't know how safe *I'd* be with them. What
haven't they seen?" Mae asked, holding Candice's gaze.

"We did the major tourist bit over the first couple of days; The wharf,
China town and Exploratorium," Sheila replied.

"Well, there's the horseback wine tour, but that wouldn't work with
Alice," Mae remembered.

"No problem. Why don't you and Candice do that, Alice can kick around
with me for a day," Sheila said.

"Sounds fun," Candice said.

"I wish I were older," Alice said.

"Oh, don't push it. It will pass like a bolt of lightning. Kicking
around with me will be fun enough. One of my clients is connected with
Marine world," Sheila said. The wine and appetizers arrived. The waiter
pouring a test splash for Sheila, who swirled it in her glass, looked
at it in the light and then sniffed it. Finally taking a small sip
which she moved to different parts of her mouth. She smiled and nodded.
The waiter poured wine in all four glasses without question. The
appetizers didn't last long between the girls. Their salads arrived,
tossed fresh, next to the table on a folding stand.

"The honey lemon dressing here is divine," Mae said.

"You're in charge of the food," Sheila giggled. Mae nodded her choice
to the waiter and he added ingredients as she directed. The salad was
wonderful. So was the wine. Alice did her grown up best to imitate the
older women as they sipped it. Candice did too, but tended to gulp it a
bit.

"You should savor it a bit longer. Especially one this good," Mae
teased her. Candice nodded and did her best. The rest of the meal was
superb. They sat back drinking a rich coffee over a killer dessert the
chef had specially prepared for them. Mae slipped her gold card on the
tray and then signed the invoice when it returned. The total would have
really scared the girls. They turned heads again as they walked out.

"Why don't we meet for dinner, my treat?" Sheila asked Mae.

"Sure, love to. Just tell me where and when," Mae replied, still
playing eye games with Candice.

"Why don't I call you? I think we're going to go back to my place and
regroup for a while after that meal," Sheila giggled.

"I'll be looking forward to your call then. A genuine pleasure to meet
both of you," Mae said to the girls. She hugged them each. Candice
hugged back a bit more than Alice. Sheila hugged her and gave her a
quick kiss. Then they went their separate ways. Once back at Sheila's,
she turned to Candice.

"I didn't want to make any promises for you until I'd talked to you. I
gathered that you *like* Mae?" she asked her.

"She's incredible!" Candice said, dreamily.

"Well, from the signals she was sending you, I gather she feels the
same way. If you'd like, Alice and I can certainly keep each other well
entertained tonight after dinner. If...or rather *when* Mae asks you if
you'd like to go back to her place, go ahead if you'd like. Then you
could get an early start on the wine tour tomorrow. Depending how it
goes, you could either come back here tomorrow night or the next
morning. It's up to you," Sheila advised.

"You think she'll ask me home with her!? You wouldn't mind?" Candice
asked.

"I'm almost certain she will. And no, of course I wouldn't mind,"
Sheila chuckled.

"How about you, Alice? Would you mind?" Candice asked.

"No, of course not. Have a good time," she bubbled.

"Thanks loves... What should I wear?" Candice asked, distracted.

"I don't think it will matter. But knock her socks off anyway. I
suggest one of the body suits under whatever you choose. I'll
understand if it shows up shredded," Sheila chuckled. The girls had a
wonderful time out to dinner. All through it Candice and Mae were
playing goo-goo eyes. Mae did invite Candice back with her, Candice
accepted.
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Continued in chapters 66-70.

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