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Castle In The Sand [86-90]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 86

Theresa was as hot as John expected her to be, and then some. She had
almost raped him on sight. Flying into his arms and hugging and kissing
him like there was no tomorrow.

John queried Cindy, "You'll take *good* care of our guest?"

"Most delightedly," Cindy replied. Sheila and the rest of the brood had
already vanished for some *advanced* debauchery. John snagged a deep
kiss and hug from Cindy and then turned to Catarina, receiving the
same. Cindy sat back, appraising.

"You two *will* join us later?" John asked Catarina and Cindy.

"Wouldn't miss it," said Cindy.

"I am quite looking forward to it, yes," Catarina replied. John allowed
himself to be led off before Theresa raped him on the spot. Cindy
turned to Catarina, who suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Okay, darling. I know this must feel very uncomfortable for you and
certainly unfamiliar, if not more than a little unusual. Probably all
the above. So why don't we have a nice long chat. For one thing,
nobody's told me shit and I'm dying to know just how this all came
about. So why don't you start at the beginning and tell me all about
it? First off, what would you like to drink? Just pick anything your
heart desires," she said. Catarina smiled at her. She was overtly
understanding and most alluring.

"I have had a craving for a *Tequila sunrise*. If you know how to make
one?" she said.

"Let's see, Tequila, orange juice and a splash of grenadine?" Cindy
asked. Catarina nodded. Cindy made her drink and one of the same for
herself. She served Catarina, seated at the table in the kitchen.
"Alright, just start at a spot that will explain it all and tell it as
you experienced it," Cindy said, squeezing her hand warmly. Catarina
took a sip of her drink and sat back, really relaxing for the first
time in years.

"Well, I guess I had better start with my parents meeting a Hungarian
couple then..." Catarina began. Between a concerted attack by the
triplets, a hungry session with Candice and a sensual session with Mae
and Judy, Sheila explained her version of the story. Leaving out
nothing she knew of, including details of their sessions with Catarina.
Judy sat back snuggled to Mae as she finished up.

"You know, from the way you tell it, I'm tempted to try him myself,"
Judy chuckled. The women all looked at her in surprised shock.

"I'm quite certain that John would be most honored, if that's what you
really wanted," Sheila said.

"It's just that, well, I've never felt any desire for a man before. But
listening to your story, and knowing how all of you honestly feel, I
can't help but feel more than a little... intrigued," Judy said.

"Well, dear heart. I'm sure that John would be open to any interest
that you felt, but don't do it because of how *we* feel. It's what
*you* feel that matters. You know we all care a great deal for you. We
accept what you have been, what you are now and most likely whatever
you'd like to be. That's your business," Sheila said.

"I know. I've also come to realize that the development of that
acceptance to the degree that you all feel it and live it, has been
largely due to John's influence," Judy said.

"Don't spend too much time intellectualizing things. If you feel like
it, do it. If you don't, don't. It's really that simple," Mae said.

"I don't know... This is the first time I've ever questioned my
decision about men. In some ways I'm really quite confused about it,"
Judy said.

"So take the time to let yourself be comfortable with whatever you
feel. If and when it feels right, you will know. Until then, just enjoy
yourself," Sheila concluded.

"Thank you, all of you," Judy said.

"No problem, babe. Now I think I'd like a little dinner before round
two," Sheila said.

Catarina finished up her story. Cindy had tears rolling down her
cheeks. She grabbed a paper towel and blew her nose. Composing herself.
She handed Catarina one as well. Cindy sat thinking about all that
Catarina had told her.

"You know, many people -perhaps most- would not understand how I feel
about John at all; with all the other women in his life. But the simple
fact is that I am so *proud* of the man, I could bust. At this point I
could not fathom life without him *and* the rest of you. Because I know
that a major portion of the man I love, is because of all of you. You
have all brought out the best in him. I don't think he would be such an
outstanding human being without you. I have no question that he would
be a good human being. But by dealing with the problems that we all put
him through, he has had the opportunity to show himself to be an
exemplary human being. Am I making any sense at all?" Cindy asked.

"Yes. I quite agree with you. Seeing things from an outside
perspective. And having experienced first hand the effects of a man who
is quite the opposite of John," Catarina replied.

"So what, do you think, made the two of them develop so differently?"
Cindy asked.

"I do not have an answer for that. I do not know what either of their
childhood's were like. I have no doubt that that is where character
develops. It might not manifest itself until later in their life, but
it began in their childhood. At the same time I know that those
characteristics might never surface unless the right environment exists
for them to surface. As you were saying about John being an exemplary
human being -which I quite agree with- he became that exemplary human
because he *chose* to deal with those problems.

"At the same time, the counterpoint to those actions exists. You take a
woman off the streets and give her the opportunity to develop her own
character, do not be surprised if she develops into a productive,
competent and compassionate person. Leave her on the streets, and do
not be surprised if she becomes a cold, devious, dishonest, self-
centered, good for nothing tramp. The contrary in both cases is what
would be the real surprise. But even those exist. There are people who
develop better in a harsh environment than a nurturing one. And vice a
versa of course. Many rich people are not worth the elements they are
made of," Catarina said.

"I'll say one thing; John sure can pick them. Perhaps it is pure
coincidence and our tastes are just similar, I don't know. All I know
is that without exception, every single woman he has become involved
with, I end up falling hopelessly in love with her myself... and it's
happened again," Cindy said, softly.

Catarina looked at her. For comfort they had shifted over to the sofa.
She leaned towards Cindy and their lips met. Softly at first, then with
more urgency. When they finally broke off, their was no question as to
their feelings. Cindy took her hand and led her to the master bedroom.
Theresa was out. Sleeping like a contented lamb. She had been tearful,
and hungry earlier. Concerned over her man's wound, curious about the
whole episode and horny as hell over the excitement. The session had
been alternately rough and gentle, mixed with John's narration of the
events he and Sheila had experienced.

After she had passed out, John was still restless. He heard giggling
from down below, after a time he thought he heard a murmuring in
French. He grinned and donned a robe. Kissing Theresa's cheek, he
slipped out of bed and down the stairs. He entered the master bedroom
to find Cindy sitting back against the headboard, half reclined. Her
hair damp with perspiration. Catarina leaned back against her, in a
similar state. Catarina looked up at John, rolling her eyes.

She sighed contentedly, then asked, "Are *all* your women so talented?"

John chuckled, "Pretty much so." he said, dropping his robe and sliding
in beside Cindy.

"I fear I am a dead woman," Catarina said. John collected a kiss from
her as he slid in, then continued on up next to Cindy.

"How was the French lesson?" John asked on the way.

"Quite inspirational," Cindy chuckled.

"*Je t'aime, mon ami*," Catarina said.

"Miss me?" he asked Cindy.

"Like air!" she said, turning into his kiss. Afterwards, the three of
them lay caressing each other.

"It seems very odd to actually be here," Catarina said.

"Not what you expected, eh?" John chuckled.

"Not at all. What I have seen of it. I expected white clinical
laboratories with air locks for doors," Catarina said.

"You haven't seen the whole thing yet?" John asked.

"I didn't know I *could* show her *all* of it," Cindy said.

"I think Bill took *that* for granted when I asked if Catarina and
Bianca could stay here," John said.

"Come to think of it, you've not seen all of it. We've basically
completed your plans while you've been out *James Bonding* around,"
Cindy chuckled.

"I would hope I was closer to *Dirk Pitt*," chuckled John.

"I think a bit of each. I have read both *Fleming* and *Cussler*,"
Catarina said.

"Can you swim?" John asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"Quite well, actually," Catarina replied, snuggling to Cindy's breasts.

"Then I think the pool would be an excellent place to start the tour,"
John said, opening the trap door to the pool. Catarina's jaw dropped.
John chuckled and extended his hand to her. She smiled and her and
Cindy joined him at the trap. She looked down and laughed gaily.

"I'll go first, give me time to get out of the way," Cindy said,
stepping off the edge. Catarina watched her hit the water and
disappear. She surfaced and swam to the side.

"Ready?" John asked. Catarina kissed him and then nodded. They stepped
off the edge together. After a long playful swim, they donned robes and
Cindy gave them both a complete tour. They encountered the rest of the
women when they finished up at the kitchen. Even with the crowd, it
seemed a warm, friendly environment to Catarina. She felt *home*. The
triplets ran up to John.

"Did you really shoot him between the eyes?" Andrea asked. John winced
just a bit, but nodded.

"I'm afraid I had to. I think he would have killed Sheila and I if I
hadn't," John said.

"Well, we're glad you did. We would have missed both of you terribly,"
Amy said.

"You don't think he was after me too?" Catarina asked.

"No, not the same way. I think he wanted to capture you, we were just
in the way of that," John said.

"Why are you so sure that Sergei wanted me alive? You are the one who
had the information he wanted," Catarina asked.

"I think that they were to grab you, and the information, which you
supposedly had, otherwise they were to obtain the information anyway
they could without harming you. I think Sergei wanted you alive for a
very important reason," John said.

"What? And why try to grab Theresa and Sally?" Catarina asked.

"Theresa and Sally, as insurance in case they couldn't obtain the
information and I was still alive. They were the most accessible way to
get to me. As to what, I think that we ought to take a trip to Austria
to find out, when this all settles down and Bianca is recovered," John
said. Catarina seemed pensive.

"You really think that she will be able to recover?" she asked. "Opiate
addiction is one of the hardest habits to kick," she said, concerned.

"Yes, I do expect her to recover, for one thing, she never had a
*habit*. The drug was administered to her, by suppository. She never
lived the life of a junkie. So all she has to deal with, is the
addiction to opiates themselves. That's why I suggested she come here.
And something I wanted to talk to all you women about," John said.

"What's on your devious-lovable mind, dear heart?" Cindy asked.

"Well, I was thinking that this would be the ideal environment for her
to recover. Knowing how good you all are at inducing endorphin
euphoria... And endorphins being *natural opiates* that the body
produces when you have sex. Besides which, probably the thing she needs
most, is tender loving care," John said.

"So you want us to make love to her?" Cindy asked.

"Well, I'm *asking* you all to think about it. If you find her as
appealing as I did when I finally got to meet her, then I'm fairly sure
you will want to, actually. If one of us is always available to her
when she has to deal with the cravings of her addiction, then the
small, relatively controlled amount of natural opiate that her body
produces ought to make it easier on her. I intend to supply her with
whatever affection she will accept, but after her treatment by Sergei,
I'm not sure just how she's going to feel about men for a while," John
said.

"Yes, I can see how that might help. Slow withdrawal without the wall
climbing effects of total removal of all sources of the drug. A very
noble cause, you can count on me," Cindy said.

"Us too!" said the triplets in unison.

"Ditto," Sheila said.

"Yes. Me too," said Candice.

"I think it's a terrific idea. Count on me," Mae said.

"Yes, of course," Judy said, studying John.

"Great, I talked to Theresa already, she agreed. That makes it
unanimous," John said.

"Sally and Jean are flying in tomorrow, with their actress friend.
After what happened I thought a little time off would be good for her.
I'm most certain that Sally and Jean will be interested too," Cindy
said. Catarina had tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, all. I can not begin to tell you how grateful I am for your
kindness," she said.

"If she's as cute as you, it won't be a kindness," Andrea said.

"She's all of that," Sheila said.

"I do not know what to say," Catarina said.

"How about *yes* to a relaxing hot tub and some fine wine after
dinner?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful," Catarina said.

"What *is* for dinner?" John asked.

"We hadn't decided. What are you in the mood for?" Candice asked.

"You back from vacation yet?" John asked, chuckling.

"Yes. And you know I don't expect you to pay me for while I was gone,"
she said.

"Just teasing. I don't think that money is a problem for any of us
anymore. Anyway, how about I cook for all of us?" John asked.

"Oh, not *Sloppy Joe's* again!" Cindy teased.

"What's wrong with my Sloppy Joe's?" John asked.

"Nothing, dear," Cindy said, diplomatically.

"I withdraw my offer. I think I'll go see what lies the national press
are telling about me. Call me when dinner's ready," John said, moving
to the bar and snagging a beer.

"Oh, now you've gone and made him mopey," Candice said.

"He'll get over it. I saved us from Sloppy Joe's, didn't I?" Cindy
said.

"There is that," Sheila said, looking after John.

"For your information, I *was* going to prepare stuffed chicken
breasts," he called over his shoulder.

"What are Sloppy Joes?" Catarina asked, after John had departed.

"Cholesterol rich, cheap food. Take hamburger and brown it, add tomato
sauce and various spices. Then serve on hamburger buns," Sheila said.

"Oh.... I see," Catarina said.

"Actually, John makes excellent Sloppy Joes. We were just teasing him,"
Cindy said. Catarina looked thoughtful.

"Why?" she asked. "Such a man... is rare, is he not?" Cindy looked at
her a moment before answering.

"I guess it's kind of an American tradition. We tease those we love the
most. Fact is that we all *worship* John, but for all of us to tell him
so... is a bit too much all at once. So we tease him," Cindy said.

"Ah... I see. I think," Catarina said, "and by teasing him, you also
get an excuse to wait on him -as you would wish to- at the same time...
no?" Cindy looked at her dumbstruck.

"Quite a perceptive woman, isn't she?" Sheila giggled.

"I'll say... Perhaps she knows us better than we do ourselves," Cindy
said, thoughtfully. Amy walked up and boldly sat on Catarina's lap.

"Hi, I'm Amy," she said.

Catarina smiled and said, "Hello Amy, I am Catarina."

John sat back on a bean bag chair in the new family room, watching the
news. Alice snuggled to his side. He was frowning a bit over the news
reports.... He didn't feel like a hero, just someone who had done his
best to protect those he loved. He flipped to another station.

"*This just in.... Reports are sketchy as to what actually happened at
the Salt Lake City International airport today. What is known, is that
two terrorist gunmen armed with automatic weapons are dead. One from
injuries sustained from combined law enforcement agencies, and one from
the apparent marksmanship of millionaire recluse John Stevens.*

*Little is known about Stevens, only that he surfaced into the
limelight in April during New York's famed Fashion Week as the inventor
of the body scanner system now in use by Second Skin Inc., which has
been revolutionizing the fashion scene throughout the country with
their unique clothing designs.*

*Also unknown, is Stevens' involvement in the arrest of dozens of
foreign agents across the country today.*

*One, a KGB major Sergei Nickolov, was charged with Conspiracy to
commit murder, conspiracy to commit espionage, kidnapping, trafficking
in drugs, resisting arrest and assaulting a federal officer. His arrest
coincided almost exactly with the gun battle that erupted at the Salt
Lake Airport. The kidnapping charge relates to the release of Austrian
national Bianca Rothschild, a relative of the famed Rothschild banking
family.*

*The connection to John Stevens is not known, but a woman a high level
government source identified as Catarina Rothschild, elder sister of
Bianca, was observed with Stevens at the time of the assault at the
Salt Lake Airport. Also observed with Stevens at the time was a woman
identified as Sheila Jacobs, CEO of Second Skin Inc.*

*Coinciding with these events were the arrest of some six assailants on
the estate of Academy Award winning actress Shannon Lucy in Long Island
New York. Also observed at the Lucy estate were Sally Thompson and Jean
Francis, executives of the New York outlet of Second Skin Inc., and a
gun battle between Federal agents and six assailants near a college
campus in Nevada, resulting in the death of the six assailants and the
injury of Lieutenant Kevin Waters of the U.S. Air Force. The connection
to Second Skin Inc. and Stevens is not known, but the attack seems to
have been perpetrated upon one Theresa Foster, listed as co-owner of
Second Skin Inc.*

*Events would seem to indicate a concerted -but failed- assassination
attempt of many high ranking officers of Second Skin Inc. by foreign
agents. The reason for these attacks is unknown at the present time.*

*Interviews with local authorities in Utah yielded little information
except the following: Shortly before the gun battle there erupted, at
the request of Federal Agents, the Utah Highway patrol blocked off
outgoing Southbound traffic from the Salt Lake Airport. Officers of The
Salt Lake County Sheriffs office, The Salt Lake City police department
and Airport Security officers were notified of a possible terrorist
attack upon a motor home inbound into the Salt Lake Airport. Officers
from these agencies staged at the North end of the Airport by the
United Airlines terminal. Airport security blocked off exits and
entrances into the terminal for the safety of Airline passengers.*

*Witnesses at the airport stated that the motor home passed by in front
of the airport at a high rate of speed, pursued closely by a small gray
compact rental car. The motor home came to a screeching stop by where
the officers were staged, but a compact car being towed by the motor
home jackknifed and broke free from the motor home and plowed through
the area where the officers were assembled, forcing the officers to
dive out of its oncoming path.*

*The gray compact car carrying two assailants came to a stop just in
front of the motor home and the two assailants jumped out with
automatic weapons. One assailant laid down cover fire towards the
officers while the second assailant made an attempt on the motor home,
shooting the lock off the door and entering it with his weapon blazing.
A single return shot was heard from within the motor home and there was
no more fire heard from within the motor home.*

*Officers returned fire upon the first assailant in front of the motor
home, striking the assailant four times and killing him. Officers then
entered the motor home and found the second assailant dead with a gun
shot wound to the head. John Stevens, Sheila Jacobs and Catarina
Rothschild emerged shakily, but unharmed a short time afterwards. Later
they were taken under protection of Federal Agents who arrived at the
scene. All vehicles involved were taken under federal jurisdiction and
removed to an undisclosed location.*

*Our reporter talked to fifteen year veteran officer Sgt. Bob Phelps of
the Salt Lake Police department at the scene:*

*"I don't know who this Stevens guy is, but I'd welcome him as my
backup any day. He nailed that sucker right between the eyes. I have no
doubt that he saved the lives of both women, himself, many police
officers and possibly many innocent bystanders. Those guys were out for
blood. As far as I'm concerned, Stevens is a hero. That guy would have
been coming out with his gun blazing if Stevens hadn't nailed him."*

*Officer Steve Childs was first into the motor home after the attack,
he had this to say:*

*"I stuck my head into the motor home as soon as we dropped the other
guy. I was expecting to find a blood bath inside and an armed assailant
reloading. Instead, I found myself staring right down the barrel of
Stevens' .357 Python leveled at my head. I yanked my head back and
identified myself. He answered that if he hadn't seen my badge that I'd
have looked like the other guy. I believe him. I'm just thankful that
he kept his head under fire, or I'm sure I would have lost mine."*

*"Did he give any indication to you who he was?"*

*"No, but I'm sure he's some kind of federal agent. One of the
Detectives and several of the other officers said he carried Government
ID. Some project called SFB. I don't doubt he's a government agent of
some sort. Civilians usually can't shoot like that. And in the heat of
a fire fight they'd likely shoot at anybody who'd stuck their head in
that door. But he held his fire. That takes an extremely cool
character. I'm just glad as hell he did."*

*"Thank you, officer."*

*The whereabouts of John Stevens, Sheila Jacobs and Catarina Rothschild
is unknown at the present time. After a short visit to Bianca
Rothschild at the University of Utah Medical Center -where she is
recovering from her ordeal under protective custody- they were flown by
helicopter to an unknown destination. An attempt by a local news
affiliate to pursue them was blocked by a military helicopter.*

*We attempted to interview the pilot of the helicopter service which
carried Stevens and party to their undisclosed destination:*

*"Listen, All Stevens wants, is his privacy. I've got the utmost
respect for those people. Stevens especially. You have no idea of the
good he's done.... "*

*"What good is that? Why don't you tell us?"*

*"Nope! He don't want no recognition. His reward ...Well, that's all
I'm gonna say."*

*The pilot would answer no more questions. The questions remain open
tonight. Who is John Stevens? Certainly a hero. But what else is he?
What is the connection of Second Skin Inc. to the shady world of
espionage? What were the intentions of the gunmen in their attack upon
the Second Skin Hierarchy? We hope to answer those questions over the
next few days.*

*In other news.......* John turned off the TV.

"I ain't no flippin hero!" he said.

"You will *always* be my hero!" Alice beamed at him, kissing his cheek.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 87

After a dinner of *Stuffed Chicken* breasts prepared by Catarina and
Candice, they all shared a hot tub. The new sized tub tested almost to
its capacity. At Cindy's request, the women mostly left John to relax
and unwind. The triplets claimed Catarina for the night. Sheila opted
for the Candice, Mae and Judy trio. Theresa and Cindy kept John
company. Theresa was a nervous wreck; Alternating between frantically
passionate love making and sleep. Cindy was cuddly and quiet. Brimming
with pride over her man.

Sally, Jean and Shannon Lucy managed to slip through the media by the
hair of their teeth, arriving at the Silo the next day. They were
greeted warmly by all. Sally was as almost as hungry as Theresa. Bill
Howdy escorted Kevin in by military transport. Kevin wasn't getting
much rest in the hospital. The doctors were happy to see him go as the
news media left when he did. Theresa instantly took over his nursing,
doting over him. Howdy and John retired to the office to talk
privately.

"I ain't no flipping hero!" John said, sipping at his scotch.

"Actually, you are. How are you defining a hero? I know for a fact you
have saved at least five lives. What else would that make you?" Howdy
chuckled, over his own scotch.

"A normal human being who just dealt with the shit that was presented
to him the best way he knew how," John said.

"People are presented with shit every day. They seldom save lives,"
Bill said.

"Well, I sure don't feel like a hero...." John moped.

"What do you feel like?" Howdy asked.

"Lately, I just don't know. I'm still kind of shell shocked," John
said.

"That's understandable.. That will wear off with time. Given a chance,"
Bill said.

"Yeah, the news media is getting closer. They interviewed my ex-wife
for god's sake. She wants to know where I am too," John said, rolling
his eyes.

"Yeah, I saw that one. That kid of yours broadcasting her heartfelt
appeal for her daddy," Bill said.

"That part was kind of funny. She's not actually my kid. My ex had an
affair with some dork," John said.

"So that's why you never felt any compulsion to see the kid? I wondered
about that. You're not the kind to neglect an offspring," Bill said.

"If she'd been less of a brat, I might have been more inclined to play
daddy anyway. Actually, it was my ex that kept us apart," John mused.

"Somehow I can't picture you married to that woman. Not your style at
all," Bill said.

"So what *are* we going to do about all this shit?" John asked. "I
suspect that it's getting a little warm on your end too."

"You have no idea how warm; Right now shit's flying every which way.
The government's thrilled to death over how many agents we took down,
but they don't have a clue how to handle the media or how to explain
what took place. I was hoping you had some ideas," Howdy said, wearily.

"Not a lot at the moment. I assume that by the government, that you
mean the president?" John asked. Howdy looked around. "It's off. Check
for yourself if you want," John said.

"No, I trust you. Yes, the president is worried," Howdy said.

"I don't doubt it. Speculations have been flying left and right in the
media. We'll have to do something very soon; Like I said, the media is
getting close. Everybody who ever saw me is coming forward with a *John
Stevens slept here* or got gas here story. They've got most my trip
across the country documented so far," John said.

"It would help if we could.... present you as a hero," Howdy said.

"Why?" John asked.

"America loves a hero. If you become a beloved icon, then congress
isn't about to start digging too deep into what happened. They wouldn't
dare," Howdy said. John sighed.

"Back to being something I loathe. The idea that it's not really what
you are that matters, it's what you appear to be. Funny, I was kind of
worried that this would have an adverse affect upon the girls'
business, but they report that every salon is booked solid for the next
six months. They'd like to get another dozen salons open as soon as
possible, but with all the media snooping about, they can't leave
here," John said.

"Like I said, America loves a hero... or any possible association with
one," Howdy said. John was contemplative for a time. Bill let him
think. He'd gained a great deal of respect for Stevens over the
relative short time of their association. He sipped at his scotch and
waited.

"How well could you cover your end if the truth came out?" John asked.

"Uh.... God, I don't know. What do you have in mind?" Bill asked.

"Well, if the media is hell bent on finding something out, they usually
succeed. I'm just trying to think of a way to let them find out while
making the government actually look good at the same time," John said.

"You mean tell the truth?" Howdy asked.

"Why not?" John asked.

"The land for one. Kind of hard to explain why the government gave 360
square miles of land to a private citizen," Howdy said.

"It was and still is for a very worthy cause, you know that," John
said.

"Yes, and I believe in that cause. But how the hell do you explain that
to the press?" Howdy asked.

"What about tying it to a government program? I've pledged my royalties
from Second Skin to the project. The government instigates the other
half, the temporary shelters in the cities. My side becomes a portion
of that plan. It's the government working with the wealthy to deal with
a national problem. Returning a portion of that wealth to the country's
poor and needy. Don't forget shots of what the desert land actually
looks like now," John said.

Howdy nodded but asked, "So how the hell do we explain the connection
to the foreign agents?"

"Simple. The truth. The government recognized an opportunity to kill
two birds with one stone. Helping the needy while presenting a ruse to
the Russians," John said. Howdy looked dumbfounded.

"It just might work.... except for one thing," he said.

"What's that?" John asked.

"Your.... *unorthodox* relationships," Bill said.

"*What* relationships? John asked.

"Twelve bisexual women," Bill said.

"Oh, you mean my tenants?" John asked.

"Tenants?" Bill asked.

"I've been charging all the women rent for the past nine months or so.
My taxes will reflect that when I file them next April," John said,
smugly.

"What about before then, Cindy and Theresa for the past year and a
half?" Howdy asked.

"I didn't file it, as it was an insignificant portion of my income.
I'll pay a penalty on the eighteen hundred dollars I neglected to
declared last year when I file this year's," John said.

"So what about Cindy's and Theresa's connection with Second Skin?" Bill
asked.

"It was their idea. They were around me while I was tinkering. They saw
the opportunity. I agreed to license them the patent. All true," John
said.

"So what were they doing here to start with?" Bill asked.

"Recovering from an abusive environment. Studying for their GED's. All
true," John said.

"And what about your pending marriages?" Bill asked. John thought about
it.

"That's a problem. If the news media gets wind of that, then .....*I'm
no longer a hero*... this could work out better than I thought," John
chuckled.

"Do you think you could hold the women off for a while on that?" Howdy
asked.

"Not all of them. In fact, being married to one of them would help with
the media's questions about relationships. They will just assume that
if I'm married to one, that I'm not involved with the others," John
said.

"Which one?" Howdy asked.

"Well, Sheila would be the obvious choice for presentability, but
Cindy's the one I promised. A hero needn't be fully respectable. The
public won't mind a Spring-September relationship if the September
part's a hero," John said. Howdy nodded.

"But what about your little foray across the nation? Like you said, the
press almost has your whole route pegged, including who you traveled
with. Both Cindy and Sheila have been reported as your companions. Not
to mention Catarina. How do you tie *that* loose end up?" he asked.

"I hadn't made up my mind yet. I was dating both of them. Not uncommon
for a millionaire to be picky or promiscuous," John said.

"The public won't like a promiscuous hero," Howdy said.

"Tough. So I get to be a tainted hero. I don't want to be a hero
anyway," John said.

"And what about Catarina?" Bill asked.

"Why not the truth? She was coerced by Sergei to try to find out what
we were doing here. Rather than commit espionage, she confessed this to
me and I agreed to help her. She turned double and helped us to burn
Sergei and get her sister back at the same time," John said.

"Make a hell of a book....." Howdy chuckled.

"Nobody would believe it," John said.

"Well, I'll present the options that you've suggested to the president.
We may end up doing it just as you say, because you're right about the
press once they sink their teeth into a story. How will you explain
things to the women?" Howdy asked.

"The truth. I will never lie to them. I won't even *try* to deceive
them again with a half truth," John said.

"I understand. And I admire that. Should be an interesting time
ahead... for all of us," Howdy said.

"So which of the triplets are *you* going to marry?" John asked.

"Huh?" Howdy asked, startled.

"I'm marrying only one woman to look presentable... You're just about
out of a job. I figure you'd like to see more of the triplets. If you
marry one of them, then you look presentable, and nobody would think a
thing about her having her sisters around," John chuckled.

"You may have a point there," Howdy nodded, thoughtfully, "but do you
think they'd want to marry me?"

"No doubt in my mind, but you'd have to ask them... so which one would
you marry?" John asked again.

"Oh.... gosh. That's a hard choice," Bill said.

"A slight preference?" John asked.

Howdy nodded, "Very slight... Andrea."

The next day Bianca arrived, also by military helicopter accompanied by
Bill and Catarina, who flew out to pick her up. Catarina holding her
hand on the return trip as Bianca looked distantly out the window.
Catarina took her around on a tour, introducing her to the women. They
all made her feel very welcome. Then Catarina sat Bianca down and
explained her therapy. Bianca cried. The first night she was a little
shy. Catarina held her through the night. The next day, about the time
her addiction was becoming too much for her to deal with, Alice walked
up and plunked in her lap.

"You're a nice lady. Wanna come see my room?" she said. Bianca was
pleasantly startled.

"Yes, I think I would like that," she replied. Alice stood and took her
by the hand.

"You talk nice, like your sister," Alice said, leading her away. Bianca
sat in a chair by a study area as Alice told her about the room.
Telling her how she had done the woodworking. Bianca fidgeted. "You
seem kind of nervous," Alice said.

"I am sorry. It is not you. I guess I am not a very good guest," Bianca
replied.

"Is your addiction bothering you?" Alice asked. Bianca looked a bit sad
and nodded, dropping her eyes.

"It's not your fault. You didn't choose to become addicted...... John
said the best cure is making love.. Can I help?" Alice asked. Bianca
kind of shivered and smiled at the lovely girl.

"That is very kind of you to offer. But you do not need to do that,"
Bianca said bravely.

"I *want* to do that," Alice said simply. Bianca looked into her eyes.

"I think you are just being kind," she said.

"That is not true. I think you are very pretty," Alice said.

"You are very pretty as well. You all are," Bianca said.

"So you think I am pretty, I think you are pretty. Let's make love for
that reason. If it helps you at the same time, so much the better,"
Alice grinned. Bianca was still timid. Tears formed in her eyes. She
didn't know what to say. Alice solved this by walking up to her. She
sank to her knees by the chair and pulled Bianca into a tender, soft
kiss. Tears started to flow freely from Bianca's eyes. Alice did her
best to kiss them away. Suddenly Bianca was hugging her fiercely.
Crying openly. Alice led her to the bed.

After a time the other two triplets slipped quietly into the room,
already nude. The healing process was begun. Bianca felt much relieved.
Later the four of them languished in the hot tub. Sheila entered and
dropped her robe. The triplets observed Bianca sneaking quick looks at
her as she stepped in. Alice moved to her and kissed her. Sheila pulled
her onto her lap as she caressed the small blonde. Bianca couldn't help
but feel a flush of excitement.

"So, have the triplets convinced you of our sincerity?" Sheila asked
Bianca. Bianca looked at her and then dropping her eyes, she nodded,
smiling a bit. "Then I would feel most honored if you were to choose me
next," Sheila offered, smiling at her. Bianca looked up startled.

"It is *I* who would feel honored, but I feel quite relieved," she
said, shyly. Sheila kissed Alice again, and then slid her off her lap
as she rose. She moved over by the timid woman. Bianca met her eyes and
Sheila pulled her into an embrace. Then kissed her tenderly. Bianca
trembled from her touch.

"Good. But that's just one of the benefits. Not the only reason we want
you," Sheila said, after she lifted her head again. Tears moved to
Bianca's eyes and she melted into the next kiss. One by one, over the
next few days, all the women seduced Bianca. Each was successful in
convincing her they were *very* sincere. Each left her with a standing
invitation for as many rematches as she wished.

Both as a supplement and to get her interested in men again, Cindy
presented her with a copy of her toy. After a week or so, Bianca
started eyeing John. Catarina noticed and asked if she would care to
spend a night with her and John. Bianca shyly agreed. With the comfort
of her sister's presence and John's gentleness, they managed to greatly
reduce her aversion to men. Between the toy, the women and John, Bianca
seemed to be well on her way to recovery from her addiction. Her self-
esteem grew with each of her love sessions. It took a leap when the
actress Shannon Lucy took a shine to her. John found the pair in the
kitchen, taking on nourishment after a long, satisfying session. He
chatted with them as he built himself a club sandwich, declining
multiple offers to wait on him.

"Isn't it dangerous for your career, being here?" John asked Shannon.

Shannon kissed Bianca on the cheek and replied, "I don't really care,
but I don't think so. It might be very good for me, publicity wise. The
press have noticed my absence from New York along with Sally and Jean.
They are already speculating that we are all with you, someplace."

"That's what I mean. Depending on what the government decides to tell
the press, I might not be presented as a person you would wish to be
associated with," John said, joining them at the table.

"You are *precisely* the kind of person I would wish to be associated
with, whether or not the press gets its facts straight. You are
handsome, virile, kind, generous, brave, understanding, compassionate
and a gentle, caring lover. Not to mention that you are virtually
surrounded by stunning women who wear scant clothing when they bother
and who share most of your virtues. Add to all that the fact that you
all live an extremely exciting and intriguing life," the actress
replied. John blushed and studied his sandwich for a moment.

"That could all blow up on you, if the press decides to attack the
bisexuality," John said.

"How would they know?" Shannon asked.

"I don't think they could help but notice an imbalance in the ratio of
men to women," John chuckled.

"They can speculate all they want -and they do- but it's not the same
as facts. I don't care anyway. Financially I'm okay, even if I never
made another picture. I became an actress because I wanted to live a
glamorous life. Since I met Sally and the rest of you, that's come
true, beyond my wildest dreams," Shannon said, smiling at him and
hugging Bianca's lithe form in her lap.

"Well, we certainly don't object to having your lovely body around.
You're welcome to stay as long as you wish. I'm sorry I can't offer you
a private bedroom of your own though. We seem to be full up," John
chuckled.

"Thank you. I don't think that will be a problem. I seem to have what
seems an unlimited number of invitations for sleeping partners,"
Shannon giggled.

"That's not surprising. As lovely as you are," John chuckled.

"And I never felt that lovely till my association with you folks....
Bianca and I were just about to enjoy a sauna and a hot tub. Would you
care to join us?" Shannon offered.

"Love to," John said. In addition to the large hot tub and the wet and
dry saunas, John had installed a smaller cool water pool. Not a full
fledged Danish cold water plunge, but unheated it remained around the
silo ambient temperature. This pool was used to cool off a bit between
the steam, sauna and hot tub. To heat the new section, John sought out
the concrete cooling pipes from when the silo was made and tied them
into his solar heating system. John sat back relaxing in the hot tub
with Shannon on his lap and Bianca snuggled to his side. After a time
Bianca leaned to kiss the two of them.

"I promised to help the triplets with their lessons. You two have fun,"
Bianca said. Shannon pulled her back into a deep kiss, just scant
inches in front of John's face. John found it terribly erotic and his
manhood stirred beneath Shannon. Bianca turned to him and repeated her
performance, which helped to further the response. Bianca moved out to
shower and dry. Shannon turned to John and giggled.

"Such an honest felt response to two women kissing," she said.

"I found it very erotic," John said.

"Apparently so," she giggled, changing her position to take advantage
of the situation. Later Shannon lay with her head on John's shoulder as
they snuggled on a wide chaise, basking in warmth and comfort. She idly
played her fingertips in his sparse chest hair. "Sally told me what a
wonderful man you were. I hardly believed it till I met you. I still
savor the memories of that first night," she said.

"Thank you. I quite enjoyed myself.... Both then and just now. Sally's
a good person. I'm real proud of the way she's developed." John said,
kissing her forehead.

"You should be very proud. As competent and cultured as she has become,
hard to believe she was homeless just a short time ago. She told me all
that you have done for her," Shannon said.

"I was thrilled to be able to help her. It makes me sad to think that
there are lots of people in situations similar to hers when I met her,"
John said.

"I heard some of the women talking about the community you are
building. Tell me, how will it work?" Shannon asked. John explained his
plans and what he had proposed for the government to do. "I think it's
a terrific idea. I'd like to help myself. I think I could get other
actors interested as well," Shannon said.

"Do you think that they'd really be interested?" John asked.

"I have no doubt that they would be. Even motivated by good press
rather than from a magnanimous perspective. But what would that matter,
as long as they contribute?" Shannon replied.

"I guess so.. I'd rather that anybody involved actually cared about the
outcome, but I guess that's not necessary. I just want to help the most
number of people," John said.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd be happy to make some calls," she said.

"I don't mind at all. If I'm allowed to use the land as I intended. I
may well end up having to relinquish the property back to the
government," John said.

"Then we could obtain more. I'd be happy to handle the actors' side of
things, you're likely to end up fairly busy," Shannon said.

"That would be nice of you. If you think they would actually be
interested," John said.

"I most certainly do. I can think of one actress in particular that you
and Cindy visited in Minnesota. I heard you made quite a favorable
impression on her," Shannon giggled.

"That was fun. I was quite pleasantly surprised how nice a person she
was and how welcome she made us feel. I thank you for the
introduction," John said.

"You are quite welcome. She told me she's fairly dripping for a rematch
anytime you'd like. And from our circle of friends you've got another
dozen open invitations that you haven't accepted yet," Shannon said.

"I know, stunning women every one of them. But I seem to have a
plethora of stunning women surrounding me already. I'll never
understand why," John said.

"Every one of them loves you dearly. It's easy to understand why.
You're quite a hard act to follow, you know. I've fallen pretty hard
for you and the others myself," Shannon said, snuggling to him. John
lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. She moved atop him and they
made love again. Later they enjoyed a dip in the cool pool and then
moved off to dress for dinner.

Howdy had retrieved John's monster fish from the freezer in the motor
home and had obtained another five of like size as a contribution from
the DNR in Utah once he told them who they were for. Catarina and
Sheila combined their recipes. The result was outstanding. Afterwards
Bill and John retired to the Communications room. John muted the
recorders. Bill checked his E-mail and nodded smiling.

"Rather than try to obtain clearances for Catarina and Bianca -which
would have been virtually impossible- and Shannon, instead I requested
and was granted full declassification of all silo construction
information," he said.

"Good. I was a little worried about that. What about SFB?" John asked.

"Not yet. The President is very impressed with your homeless idea. He
wants to release the whole thing as a package in a news conference once
he gets it established," Howdy said.

"God, that could take years," John moaned.

"No, try a month. He's been on the phone with the congressional leaders
all week. They're putting together the bill now. It's virtually assured
passage in both houses. Everybody likes the idea.... especially if they
can get partial credit for it," Bill chuckled.

"God, I hope they do it right. I don't trust the government at all. Any
idea who they have in mind to run it?" John asked.

"Yes, *me*," Bill sighed.

"*You?*" John asked in surprise.

"Yes, so I can guarantee it will be run right. I told them I would only
accept the position if I had a free hand to run the program the way I
wanted. The biggest sales point was the debit against IRS account. The
fact that whatever cost expended towards an individual gets paid back
when they start working," Bill said.

"Actually, that part worries me the most. If they tack on the
government overhead costs to the accounts, then people may never get
out of debt to Uncle Sam," John said.

"Nope. I thought about that too. Only actual expenditures made for
food, clothing and housing. The maximum daily fee will be set at five
dollars per person," Bill said.

"What about families? If someone had four kids, that's thirty dollars a
day," John said, frowning.

"I thought of that. Nowadays basically everybody gets a social security
number when they're born. The charges for individuals go on their
social security number. Kids are charged against their future earnings.
Parents will have the option of paying off their kids' accounts if they
are able," Howdy said.

"What about the perpetual welfare types?" John asked.

"A maximum of six months usage in any five years. Harsh, but only for
those who would abuse it," Howdy said.

"Hell, sounds like it might even work," John chuckled.

"It better, or I will divorce myself from it in a heartbeat," Bill
said.

"I'm going to try to continue my program as well. I'm kind of sad that
you decided to connect with the government program; I had you in mind
to run mine," John said.

"If they don't let me run it like I want, I just may take you up on
that. So how's Bianca's recovery coming along?" Bill said, changing
subjects.

"You should know, I seem to recall she cornered you a few days ago,"
John chuckled.

"Yes, I quite enjoyed it too. But I'm grateful for the others around
here. She's still *very* hungry," Bill chuckled.

"I think she'll be fine. I've already noticed a slow decline in her
*appetite*," John said.

"Not that I've noticed," Bill said, rolling his eyes.

"I've had the girls logging their encounters. The chart shows a
declining trend. I was a bit worried at first, there was a very sharp
increase for a while, but I attribute that to her getting familiar with
everybody and starting to take advantage of the treatment. I expect it
to level out to some sort of a natural plateau over the next month or
so. I suspect she might remain *very* active sexually for the rest of
her life," John said.

"Too bad the doctors can't use the same treatment for every opiate
addict," Bill mused.

"I doubt it would work. But I have been talking regularly with the
doctor that first treated Bianca. He's intensely interested in the
results. He feels that it may lead to other cures, perhaps a patch
administered slow withdrawal treatment," John said.

"That may have been an error. I'm certain that the press will talk to
him," Howdy said, looking serious.

"Oh, they have, but he hasn't talked to *them*. All he's told them is
that Bianca is undergoing therapy at an undisclosed location and that
her recovery is going well. I was a bit concerned about it at the
first, but it turns out it's covered under the patient doctor
confidentiality rules. If he did talk, we could sue the pants off him,
and win. He'd likely lose his license for a while. But I don't think
he's inclined to talk anyway. He's more interested in his patient,"
John said.

"Knock, knock, am I intruding?" Cindy asked, walking in.

"No, of course not. Bill and I were just chatting. Come in and have a
seat," John said. Cindy chose his lap, kissing Bill on the cheek as she
passed. She pulled John into a more advanced version.

"I just came to find out if you'd thought about sleeping partners for
the night?" she asked, once she pulled back.

"Actually I hadn't. But I'd be very pleased if you would join me," John
said.

"I'd love to, but I'm already booked with Sheila. Theresa's still
fretting over Kevin so she's reluctant to accept further partners for
the time being. Mae and Candice are doubling with Sally and Jean,
they've already slipped off together. The triplets already turned in
with Shannon. Catarina and Bianca are laying for Bill when he shows his
face again," Cindy said, warning Bill..

"So it looks like I get to see how well the extra widget in the
mannequins work," John chuckled.

"If you'd like, but you're forgetting someone," Cindy chuckled. John
thought for a moment.

"Not anybody I think would be interested," he said.

"You'd be wrong in that assumption. She asked me to talk to you. If
you're interested, she's waiting for you in the guest room. Otherwise,
she's more than welcome to join Sheila and I," Cindy chuckled.

"*Judy's* interested in *me?*" John asked, aghast.

"She has been for quite a while. She just waited to be certain of her
feelings," Cindy said.

"You wouldn't mind?" John asked.

"No love, but thank you for asking," Cindy said, hugging him and
kissing him again.

"How come you treat me so well?" John asked when she pulled back.

"It's because I love ya," Cindy said.

"Well, I guess if I have a virgin to deflower that I'd better get
started," John said.

"Knowing how you handled the last one, I'll see you in about three
days. I'll see if I can dig up some *Tawna* leaves," Cindy chuckled,
sliding off his lap.

"I don't expect to be setting any records tonight," John said.

"She's been quizzing Sally all about her first time with you, so don't
you go disappointing the woman. We're all united on this. You're cut
off from the rest of us for three days as of now. So it's Judy or the
mannequins, take your pick," Cindy chuckled.

"In that case, give me a kiss that will last three days," John said,
catching her hand.

"Gladly," she said, moving into his arms. Bill chuckled and wished him
luck on his way out to face his own fate.

"Knock, knock," John said at the door of the guest room. Judy was
sitting in a chair, looking nervous and drinking a glass of wine.

"Please, come in," she said, hoarsely.

"Cindy said you had expressed an interest in my company for a while.
Want to talk about it?" John asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"No, I've thought about it for a long time now. I'm comfortable with my
choice.... If you're interested?" she asked, shyly.

"Yes, of course. You are quite lovely. I'd be very honored to be your
first man," John said, extending his hand to her. She took it, her eyes
beginning to mist as she moved shakily into his arms. Judy quivered in
his arms as he hugged her for a long time. Then he kissed her as gently
as he knew how. Her quivering got worse. When he pulled back, they
shared a gaze for a long time, then Judy pulled him into another kiss,
sliding her tongue between his lips. After a time, she giggled.

"What's so funny?" John asked.

"Your mustache, it tickles.... But I like it," she said, pulling him
back into a deep kiss. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the
bed, still kissing her. He gently lay her upon it and then lay with her
a moment kissing her. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her long,
thin, white summer dress. She moaned in delight as he kissed down her
neck.

Underneath the dress, he found one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie on
the planet. Obviously custom made on his machine. It was a pearl white
silky weave over everywhere *but* the erogenous zones. It was adorned
with visual images of the pubic areas of every woman in the silo. Each
was signed by it's owner with a little saying. John chuckled as he
read, "Go get her, tiger! A hero's reward! Records were made to be
broken! Gone searching for Tawna leaves! It's down there, silly! Quit
gawking and get on with it! Make it a Grand Slam home run! Last Virgin
on the planet, handle with care! A hard man is a good thing to find! Me
next... when you can walk again! Remember *that* spot, we're with you!
and Best wishes, I don't mind!"

Judy chuckled with him, enjoying his reactions as she undressed him.
She really chuckled when he discovered that every image had a little
opening to it. Inside his tongue found the familiar flavor of its
owner. He moved back and forth between the images and sharing what he
found with Judy in a deep kiss. All the while caressing and teasing her
into excitement.

After Sheila's image, just above a cleanly shaved and exposed Judy, she
experienced her first orgasm from a man. Then again as he shared her
own flavor with her. After several more, she was more than ready. He
was more than ready himself, but she wouldn't have missed orally
stimulating him before hand. In the midst of this she climaxed again.
Afterward she rolled him onto his back.

"You sure?" John asked, tenderly. She smiled and nodded, moving over
him. John had her move her hips back and forth for a while, letting her
feel his manhood between her labia lips. She kissed him hungrily as she
again moved herself to orgasm. Then she sat up and positioned him
against her portal. She lowered herself too quickly and winced in pain.

"Easy. You're in charge. Just lower yourself slowly. We've got all the
time in the world," he told her. She nodded and kissed him before she
again began to lower herself, coming to rest upon the obstruction of
her hymen. She winced again, but kept increasing the pressure. Just
when she thought she would not be able to stand the pain any longer,
there was a sudden POP! Inside her and her hips slammed downwards all
the way as she screamed in pain and pleasure.

John instantly grasped her hips and held her down as her body attempted
to reject the concept of a penis inside it. For a time she struggled
against his grasp, tears rolling down her cheeks. She lay forward atop
him and hugged him, quivering as he kissed at her tears and gently
caressed her back and sides.

John gave her time for her body to adjust to his size before he began
to slowly move inside her. Her crying became worse, but she soon began
to synchronize her own movements with him. Each breath became a ragged
moaning gasp in her lungs. His hands found her breasts once more and he
teased her nipples with his thumbs. After a time moans of pleasure
replaced those of pain. She quickly approached zenith and John slowed
his movements to keep her on the pleasurable edge. Then he rolled them
over in one movement, never leaving her. He lifted himself onto his
elbows and gazed into her eyes as he began to move once more, her legs
drawn up to give him better access.

He controlled his movements carefully to intensify her pleasure,
changing the angle of his stroke to brush over her clitoris. Moving her
to the edge again and holding her there for a long time. When her cries
became pleading gasps he backed off one last time and then moved
furiously, slamming into her cervix. Her hips lifting up with each
stroke to match his downwards movement. They crossed the edge together
and both screamed simultaneously as John's inert seed entered her like
liquid fire. Her hips lifting them both high off the bed. Falling back
she screamed once more and lifted them off the bed again. She repeated
this three times before she fell back motionless beneath him, passed
out.

John rested atop her, supporting his weight on his elbows as he
caressed her face and waited for her return. To counteract the
direction his manhood was taking, he probed at the spot the triplets
had shown him. This reversed the trend and he stayed fully erect within
her. Her body quivering involuntarily. After a time her eyelids
fluttered open. She gazed into his eyes and was suddenly hugging him
with all her strength. She threw her legs around him and held him
inside her.

"Welcome back. How does it feel to be a woman?" John asked, gently.

"I never knew!" she gasped, hugging him still. John rolled them over
again so she was atop him. This freed his hands to caress her body
tenderly. She wept atop him as she hugged him. "Thank you," she said,
tears dripping down her face.

"You are very welcome," he said, kissing at her tears. She turned her
head to kiss him passionately. She suddenly seemed to become aware that
he was still inside her. She smiled and slowly began to move her hips,
testing each direction of movement. After a time she selected a
combination of movements that mixed full strokes with angle and
rotation which felt the best to her.

Judy winced a little now and then, but mainly her face reflected a
vision of growing pleasure. Her eyes were locked to his as she moved
them both towards the edge once more. This time she was in full
control. She slowed her movements to a crawl as they approached the
vertex once more. Rather than rapid and slow movements, she instead
chose to savor long slow strokes, testing her internal muscles as she
moved. Developing her control as she moved them slowly but inexorably
to the edge again.

John caressed her whole body with his finger tips as they slowly moved
at a virtual crawl. They passed the edge together with their eyes
locked. Their orgasm gentle but deeply felt by both of them. Again John
erupted inside her and she moaned again in orgasm before she lay still
atop him. Their perspiration mingling as John softly caressed her. They
shared a tender kiss before they slipped into unconsciousness. Sometime
later, John slipped out of her. They kind of rolled to the side and
snuggled together as they slept.

Judy awakened snuggled to his side, thinking how different she felt.
She realized with a start that she was snuggled to a man.... and she
*liked* it. She kissed him on the cheek and he stirred, pulling her
into an embrace as their lips found each other's. Later she lay with
her head on his shoulder as he caressed her back and side softly. Her
fingernails playing softly in his soft chest hair.

"Sorry you changed your mind?" he asked.

"Mmm... nope!" she said, kissing his chest.

"Sorry you waited?" he asked.

"No, not that either. As I'm quite certain I wouldn't have enjoyed it
as much with another man. Then I wouldn't have wanted to do it again...
if you're interested?" she asked, tentatively.

"In a bit," he said, hugging her gently before continuing his caresses.
She rubbed her cheek softly on his chest and then kissed it again.

"I never thought I could enjoy this," she said, settling back on his
shoulder.

"Just out of curiosity, was there a particular reason why you waited?"
he asked. She took a deep breath and sighed against him. Quiet for a
time, tears forming in her eyes. John gave her time.

"Yes... when I was a little girl..... I watched my father rape my
mother," she said, tears dripping from her eyes onto his chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a painful subject," John said,
hugging her.

"No, it's alright. You didn't know... Nobody did. I never *could* tell
anybody before," she said, weeping softly. John held her tenderly as
she wept against him. Her crying became wracking sobs as she released
her years of anguished emotional pain. Finally she cried herself out
and was calmer against him. John softly caressing her the whole time.

"Want to talk about it?" John asked.

"Yes... I'm kind of thirsty though," she said. John turned to the
headboard. Someone had thoughtfully placed several glasses and a
thermal carafe full of water on it. He poured two glasses and handed
one to her, sitting up against the padded headboard. She sat up and
took the glass, drinking most of it.

"More?" he asked, offering the carafe.

"No, that's fine," she said, placing the glass on the headboard. She
moved up between his legs and lay back against him. John's arms
encircled her and she hugged them to her. "I guess I was about eight or
nine... " she began. John held her tenderly as she told her story.
"....... When I got older, in Junior High School, I began to find
myself looking at the other girls after we showered after gym class.
Every time I tried going out with boys, all I could think about was how
they were like my father," she concluded. She was calm and her eyes
were now dry again. She snuggled to his chest and he caressed her
softly.

"So you never let a boy get close to you?" John asked.

"No, I never wanted one to.... before you," she said.

"What changed your mind?" he asked.

"You did," she said, kissing his cheek.

"How? I never made any advances towards you. Even when Sheila tried to
get us together," he said.

"I think maybe that was part of it. Before, men were always trying to
convince me to change my mind. That would only remind me of my father
trying to convince my mother before he raped her when she said no. You
knew of my choice of life style, and you accepted and *honored* it. I
guess at first it was that I saw how much you changed Sheila, beginning
when you first met her in San Francisco. She wasn't the same from your
first night together. You affected her even more than Mae had, and
*that* was a profound change.

"So when we joined you on the road, I was more tempted than I let on
when I watched you making love with Sheila. You even helped when I did,
but made no move that you thought would offend me. You were very
careful and thoughtful about it. It scared the hell out of me. That's
why I wanted to leave," she said.

"I thought you just didn't like me, or even men in general," John said.

"Men in general, I didn't. You.... I did. It shook me up pretty badly.
I had just gone along with Sheila's suggestion to please her. I wasn't
prepared for the emotions it stirred up," she said.

"So what finally changed your mind?" John asked.

"Oh, lots of little things. For a long time I tried to push the
feelings away. But each time I would come here, the women would always
be talking about how much they cared for you and loved making love with
you. They'd talk about how soft and gentle you were, or how you had
kissed them in a certain tender manner that made them quiver inside....
Now I understand why..... But I guess it was when you came back with
Sheila and Catarina. Sheila told me all about what happened. You put
your body between them and the danger. You showed your love for them in
the most unselfish manner, by putting your own safety aside. You risked
your life to defend theirs.

"While she was talking I suddenly found myself desiring you. It was the
strongest feeling of desire I ever felt. I told the others then that I
was thinking about changing my decision about men. Both Mae and Sheila
said I should take the time to be certain for myself. So I did. It was
the first time I ever let myself question my feelings about it. Every
time I would get close to you, I would find myself desiring you again.
Every time you kissed one of them, I would find myself getting excited.
I would find myself desiring to be the one in your arms. After a time I
accepted my feelings. I tested them real hard. But they didn't go away.
I even tried imagining you in my father's position. But you didn't rape
her. You either softly caressed and convinced her, then made gentle
sweet love with her, or you accepted her no and honored her decision. I
couldn't picture you doing what he did, no matter how hard I tried.

"So.... last week I talked to Sheila and Cindy. The outfit was their
idea. Cindy talked to all the women and got their okay. They've all
been wonderful..... so have you," she said. She lifted her head and
kissed him tenderly. After a time the kiss grew in intensity and she
twisted around on top of him. Then she began to kiss down his neck and
chest. When she reached his manhood, she considered it fondly before
lowering her lips to it. Later when they were both spent again, they
slept snuggled nude against each other.

"Another one bites the dust!" Sheila's voice chuckled.

"I don't think any woman's safe anymore," Cindy giggled. Judy stirred
and smiled up at them. Snuggling against John.

"Oh my, another happily contented customer. I recognize that look,"
Sheila said, setting a tray down.

"Yeah, we all had it after our first night with him," Cindy giggled.
John lifted his head.

"Good morning, sweethearts," he said.

"And good morning to you, Sir. We don't mean to intrude. We just
brought you some nourishment between rounds," Sheila said.

"I wonder which round is coming up?" Cindy queried, pouring coffee into
two mugs. Judy smiled, sitting up.

"Six or seven, I think," she said.

"Is that all? He promised he wouldn't disappoint you," Cindy giggled.

"That, he *didn't* do," Judy said, kissing him on the cheek and hugging
him before letting *him* slip out to the bathroom.

"No, I can see that," Cindy said, thoughtfully.

"So, change your mind about women too?" Sheila asked.

"Nope. Just let me brush my teeth and I'll be happy to prove it to both
of you," Judy said, taking Sheila's hand and drawing her to the bed.
Sheila hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Congratulations on your graduation," Sheila said.

"Yes, welcome to womanhood," Cindy said, handing her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you. Both of you. And thank you for sharing him with me," Judy
said, tears forming.

"You are quite welcome.... hey, none of that. This is a happy time. We
just figured John needed one more to complete the set," Sheila
chuckled.

"Actually... there's one more I'd like to bring into the fold, before
we slam the door shut," Cindy mused. Sheila turned to her to see if she
was serious... she was.

"Let me guess.... A certain actress in Minnesota," Sheila asked. Cindy
giggled and nodded. John returned and Judy slipped out, collecting a
hug from him as he passed. Cindy caught his hand and pulled him to her.

"Hey you, I love you," she said, pulling him into a kiss that proved
it. Sheila was next in line. By the time she let up on him, Judy was
back. Both women collected their proof from Judy that she still wanted
them. Then they guided the couple back into bed to serve them.

"Monte Cristo's, Champagne orange juice and French roasted coffee,"
Cindy said, serving them.

"Call us when you're ready for lunch. Just moan into the intercom if
you can't talk," Sheila said, chuckling.

"Thank you, both of you. We might just come out for lunch," John said.

"Oh no! You're restricted to this floor for three days. We'll bring you
food when you're hungry. But you're not about to disappoint this woman.
You promised," Cindy said.

"I'll do my best," John said.

"I expect nothing more. And your best is what this woman deserves,"
Cindy chuckled, collecting a kiss from John.

"I certainly won't argue with that," John said, kissing Judy on the
cheek, as Sheila occupied her lips. The two women switched sides and
each collected a last kiss before they slipped out.

"As much as I love them, I thought they'd never leave," Judy said,
turning to John.

"Yes, good morning. How do you feel?" John asked.

"Why don't you tell me?" Judy said, moving to kiss him. The kiss lasted
a *long* time, she felt great.

"Want to make love first, or eat?" John asked.

"Be a shame to let this get cold. I'm content to wait," Judy said, but
collected another kiss before she turned to her breakfast. They ate in
a comfortable silence for a time, just enjoying each others presence.
Their legs touching under the covers. Judy's breasts hung teasingly
before her, distracting John from time to time.

"You know, with as many scantily clad women I have running around,
you'd think that I would tire of observing the female form, but I never
have. Like now when I'm distracted by your lovely breasts," he said.

"You are very welcome to observe them any time you wish to," she said,
kissing his cheek. She giggled and kissed it once more, then pursed her
lips, still giggling.

"What?" John asked.

"Feels prickly," she giggled.

"Yeah, I need a shave. I'll go take care of it before round seven," he
said, rubbing his stubble.

"No, please. I want to know *all* of what it's like to love a man. I
was just thinking how good they might feel scratching my back," Judy
said.

"Might take skin off. I have a fairly coarse beard," John said.

"Couldn't possibly do more damage to my back than I did to yours last
night with my fingernails," Judy chuckled.

"You did relatively little damage, considering how passionate you were
at the time," John said.

"I want to thank you for last night.... for everything," Judy said,
softly.

"You are quite welcome. You may have noticed that I* did* enjoy
myself," John chuckled.

"You probably weren't expecting -nor enjoyed- having a woman sobbing
her eyes out against you," Judy said.

"Not true on either count... I did expect that your first time would be
a very emotional experience for you, and I suspected that you had some
deep rooted reason for your previous aversion to men. A reason that may
very well surface in conjunction with what we were doing. As far as
enjoying it.... I was glad I was able to help you release the pain that
you did. It was obvious that you needed to. I think that you had been
carrying it with you for a long time. You really needed that release,"
John said.

"Yes, I do feel much better. Emotionally, a thousand percent better,"
Judy said.

"I'm glad. And physically?" he asked.

"Happily sore," she giggled.

"Want to forgo round seven? We don't need to, you know," John said.

"Nope. I said *happily* sore. I've got you for three days according to
Cindy," Judy said, swinging her tray aside. She retained her coffee
cup. John did the same. She leaned back against the headboard and
snuggled to his side, enjoying the feel of him against her. She sipped
meditatively at her coffee.

"You know, you really are a wonderful man," she said softly.

"Thank you, you want to shower first, or make love?" he asked.

She pulled his head to face her and said, "I'm trying to tell you I
love you."

"I think you just did. I love you too. Now do you want to shower or
make love first?" he repeated. She answered by taking the last swig of
her coffee and then licking behind his ear with a hot tongue. He
responded by taking his last swig and meeting her mouth with his hot
lips.

They didn't call for lunch until almost three. Catarina and Bianca
served them, each retrieving a kiss for their efforts. Several more
meals passed, served by various residents. Each time John and Judy
looked more dazed. Late afternoon on the second day, Bill knocked on
the door. More to deal with a chill than modesty, John found them two
robes and then called him in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt.... but the President would like to see you,"
he said. A very happy and similarly dazed Judy snuggled to John's side.

"He'll just have to wait. I'm booked for another day here," John said,
simply. Howdy looked at him a moment.

"I'm sorry, maybe I didn't make myself clear; *The President of the
United States of America* would like to see *you*," he said. John
sighed.

"Yes, I understood you the first time. I'm right in the middle of
deflowering a lovely virgin. She was promised three days. She's going
to get them," he said. Judy seemed to come to her senses.

"The President?..... Look.... John,... I'm est... ecstatically ...
happy already... God,... I... can.. hardly... talk.... it's ... okay,"
she managed. John shook his head. Howdy looked at him a moment longer.

"You're serious about this?" he asked. John nodded.

"I promised Judy that she'd have three days. It's her first time. She
won't ever have another one. She deserves it. She's going to get it,"
John said.

"Act... actually, it was Cin.. Cindy you promised," Judy said.

"Doesn't matter who I promised. A promise is a promise and I mean to
keep it," John said.

Howdy looked at him a moment more and then said, "O-kay. I'll pass on
the message."

"Better tack on another day as well, if he expects legible conversation
from me," John said. Howdy nodded and then left, shaking his head
slowly, chuckling to himself. "Now, where were we?" John asked, turning
to Judy.

"Round twenty.... God... you sure... make a girl feel.... *wanted!....*
Making the *Pres...... President* wait while you make love to her!..."
Judy said, pulling John roughly to her.

"He said *no?*" Cindy asked incredulously. Bill nodded.

"Something about a promise he made to you to give her three days," he
chuckled. Cindy sat back in her chair, aghast. She was actually
brimming with pride over John, but concerned over the situation.

"Maybe I'd better go talk to him," she said.

"I don't think it would do much good. He was adamant. I've seen that
look before," Bill said.

"How *did* they look?" Theresa asked, curiously.

"About like I did after my first day and a half with the triplets,"
Bill chuckled.

"Then it wouldn't do any good anyway. Better give him the time he asked
for," Sheila chuckled.

"Yeah, you have a point. I'll pass on the message..... I have no idea
how well it will be received," Bill said, turning and heading for the
Com room.

"He would really make your President wait?" Catarina asked.

"Believe it, honey. You know very well how serious John takes his
lovemaking," Sally chuckled. They all nodded.

"The *President* wants to see John? How often does this happen? Do you
folks know him?" Shannon Lucy asked.

"We've met him," Alice beamed.

"Who?" Shannon asked.

"Amy and Andrea and I... with Bill," Alice replied.

"I don't understand. What would you folks have to do with the
President?" Shannon asked. All the silo residents looked uncomfortable
for a moment.

"We can't tell you yet. We're sworn to secrecy. I wish the hell Bill
would let us, because I know Catarina and Bianca don't know what this
is all about either," Sheila said. Shannon looked even more confused.

"Look, all we can tell you... is that it's not bad. We aren't involved
in *anything* bad. You all know John's ethics would never allow it,"
Cindy said.

Catarina spoke up, "*I* am not sworn to secrecy. I think this is all
very silly. Shannon, I was coerced by a Russian KGB agent to try to
steal secrets from John while he was traveling on the road. It was
thought by the Russians that this silo was an underground biological
weapons laboratory. They never stopped watching it from the time it was
a real missile silo. When John started working on it, his welding set
off a launch warning. This scared them very badly at the time. But it
focused their attention on the silo and they got the idea that the
government was building an underground laboratory here.

"They watch the silo by spy satellite and have tailed all silo
residents wherever they go. I think that perhaps I have now *guessed*
the rest. I think that John figured out that the silo and residents
were being watched. I think he approached your government about this
and they set up a deception that convinced the Russians that they were
right. I was to steal files about Biological research when I met John
and Sheila in Montana.

"John caught me. He did not treat me as a spy. He was compassionate and
understanding. He did not *act* like the secrets I was to steal had
been *actual* secrets. Knowing John he would take real secrets *very*
seriously. He was also very aware of the fact that he was being
watched. One of his first questions to me, was whether I had bugged the
motor home. The other was *why* I had attempted to steal the secrets.
He was genuinely concerned.

"I think the deception was a trap. I have heard Bill say that they
arrested many agents all over the country as a result of it. We sort of
got in the middle of it all. If it were not for John, I have no doubt
that Sheila, Bianca and I would now be dead. Even beyond that... I
tried to *steal* from John *after* he and Sheila had made love with me,
but he accepted me and Bianca into his home here. And all these people
have opened their hearts to us. I was given full access to the silo the
first day I arrived. I can tell you that no such research was ever
performed here by these people.

"I know some arrests were made on your very estate in New York. Surely
you must have wondered who they were?" Catarina asked Shannon. Shannon
shook her head.

"I had thought they were terrorists, trying for Sally and Jean because
of their connection to Second Skin. Like it said on the TV... I had no
idea about the rest of this," she said.

"I couldn't tell you. I'm really sorry we endangered you, we didn't
expect that at all," Sally said, tears dripping from her eyes.

Sheila jumped in, "Of course, we can neither confirm nor deny this,
because of our sworn oaths. But I will admit that it is a *very*
interesting story. No?" she asked, looking around the table. Everybody
nodded yes.

"You say that you *know* the Russians were watching the silo by
Satellite, how did you know this?" Cindy asked Catarina. Catarina
dropped her eyes and blushed.

"I have seen the tapes. Both Bianca and I have watched almost every one
of you making love in the solarium. I think I was falling in love with
you all long before I ever met you," she said, hanging her eyes.

"Was this something you did by choice?" Cindy asked. Catarina looked up
at her sharply.

"No, of course not," she said, tears forming in her eyes.

"You were coerced?" Cindy asked, gently.

"Yes, I was trying to free Bianca," Catarina replied, tears dripping
down her cheeks. Cindy moved to her and stooped beside her chair,
kissing her tears.

"None of us hold this against you. Either of you. I just wanted to know
if they had actually taped us," Cindy said softly, wrapping her arms
around Catarina.

"Yes, everyone they could. They only had tapes of Sally, Jean, Mae and
Judy on the streets. None at all of Shannon. Only those who made love
in the solarium. And you and Theresa working outside in the garden,"
Catarina said, weeping softly against Cindy.

"Did John tell you that he taped almost everything here in the silo?"
Cindy asked suddenly.

"Why, yes," Catarina replied.

"Did you know this, Shannon?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, I did. John told me the first night we made love... at my place,"
Shannon replied.

"Is there anybody here who did not know this?" Cindy asked. Everybody
shook their heads.

"We all know it. John's not trying to hide anything from any of us. We
*all* changed the tapes while he was away. What are you getting at?"
Sheila asked.

"Well, he's been taping all of us. The Russians have been taping us. I
was thinking that it was only fair that we got to see some of the tape.
Like one in particular before we signed any agreements. I never agreed
to keep my past history secret. Did any of you?" Cindy asked. They all
shook their heads.

"Then I think Catarina, Bianca and Shannon would be very entertained by
this particular tape," Cindy said, mysteriously. Sheila giggled and
nodded. Cindy led the way down to the tunnel off of level Six. She
found the hatches locked, but knew where the key was. She left for a
few minutes and returned with it. Unlocking the hatch, she found the
lights and led them into the tunnel. It was chilly compared to the rest
of the silo, running along on the outside of the silo, it got very
little heat from the solar system. Around the back side of the winding
tunnel they found a long row of video tapes. Stacked and labeled by
date.

"Let's see... it was about a week before Theresa's birthday... Sheila
was in San Francisco with Candice and Alice. So.... about here. Let's
see... evening, just after dark. One of these two," Cindy said,
grabbing them. They left the tunnel and adjourned to the new Family
room. Cindy seated Catarina, Bianca and Shannon front row center.
Everybody else found comfortable seats. Cindy turned to them.

"Okay, anybody who was here then object to being viewed? It's liable to
include some very personal things, like all of us in the bathrooms and
such. That would be... Amy and Andrea, Theresa, Me and John? So, any
objections?" Cindy asked.

"John's not here. But I doubt he'd object. He's the one who did all the
recording. He specifically told me that he intended for you girls to
watch them," Sheila said.

"I think that would cover even his ethics. Anybody else?" Cindy asked,
looking to those named. They all shook their heads. Cindy plugged in
the first tape and started it. It actually was very entertaining. It
started off with Cindy making lunch in the kitchen and Theresa, Amy and
Alice listening to John's pirate story. Catarina and Bianca sat
entranced listening to the story. Shannon remarked that he should be a
screen writer about the same time that Theresa made a similar assertion
on the tape.

They all liked the conversation and language lessons with the triplets.
They were fascinated by the idea of clairvoyance between the identical
triplets. When the kissing lessons started, Cindy let it run a bit
before she stopped the tape. Amy and Andrea were blushing crimson.

"I think that's a bit early. This next tape should start just about the
right time," Cindy said, pushing it in. The two triplets looked at her
thankfully. The tape started almost the right instant. With John asking
the two triplets why they were nervous.

"Perfect," said Cindy sitting down. Bill walked in.

"I wondered where you all got off to. What's going on?" he asked.
Sheila snagged his arm and pulled him down next to her and explained
that Cindy was just playing a bit of silo history... from before they
had signed any agreements and not covered. Bill got it. He frowned real
hard, but didn't say anything. Sheila kissed his cheek. The three women
in front sat in rapt fascination, listening to the dialog between the
silo residents. The whole story of the girls discovering their tails.
John's phone calls to Sally and Sheila.

"I remember that. That was the first night Jean and I made love," Sally
mused. As on cue John's viewing of the E-mail showed up and his
subsequent conversation with Cindy. Sally beamed at Cindy. The plot
developed and then the tape got harder to watch, with Theresa and the
two triplets involved in some very advanced lovemaking and John and
Cindy talking in the solarium. Theresa and the two girls would almost
have glowed in the dark, but they didn't object.

Luckily, the audio channels were split with the two scenes, Cindy
solved part of the problem, moving the balance over to the solarium
side. Cindy let it run, even through the private parts of the
conversation.

"I like the stars!" Theresa moped. Cindy moved and hugged her
reassuringly. Sally nodded over the conversation about her; it was
true, at the time. Then John and Cindy began their speculation about
the satellites and the girls' tails. Everybody sat in rapt fascination
as John and Cindy talked themselves through the whole thing. Their
conclusions readily apparent. And John's plan presented in unedited and
incomplete form. Despite his reservations, Howdy was fascinated.

"I wish the hell I'd had you two on my intelligence team in Europe," he
mused. John moved to the Com room and sent his message to Sally, then
he and Cindy retired for the evening. Now there was two images of
graphic lovemaking on the screen, the sound on John and Cindy. Cindy
let it run out of fairness. She had nothing to hide from anybody and
felt no shame over her actions with John. When the system faithfully
tracked Cindy into the bathroom, Sheila stood and stopped the tape.

"I think we all get the idea," she said, "I take it that was the end of
the fascinating part? Not that the advanced lovemaking we witnessed
wasn't fascinating," she chuckled. Cindy nodded.

"Any questions?" Sheila asked the women in the front row.

"No, I think it was quite clear. I had no idea," Shannon said.

"I even saw a clip of that conversation, but without sound. Sergei had
not been able to get a good lip read from the infrared images,"
Catarina said. Bianca just nodded. She seemed a bit fidgety. Candice
noticed first and motioned to Mae. She looked and nodded back at
Candice. Mae came by and offered her hand to Bianca, who smiled and
took it. Mae helped her to her feet and the three of them moved off to
deal with Bianca's addiction.

"I really should impound that tape," Bill said.

"What difference would it make now?" Sheila asked him. He nodded, but
moped a bit. Kevin and Theresa headed off for a little privacy. The
tape had had a profound effect upon her.

"So what did the President say?" Alice asked.

"He wants to see you all first thing on Monday morning," Bill said.

"*All*?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, everybody here, is what he said," Bill replied.

"Why does he want to see me?" Shannon asked.

"I don't know if I mentioned to him that you were here. But you may as
well tag along and meet him. The silo will be empty," Bill said.

"He wishes to see us as well? My sister and I?" Catarina inquired.

"Yes, he specifically mentioned you two by name," Howdy said.

"I guess we'd better make travel plans then," Sheila said.

"All been taken care of. We'll fly you from here to Hill Air Force base
and then by executive Jet to Andrews and from there to the White house.
We'll insure that you all have suitable accommodations while you're
there," Bill said.

"Oh, *that* should prove interesting with this crowd," Cindy chuckled.

"Exceptionally so, as the press is likely to go hog wild the second you
step out of the helicopter at the White House. Likely they'll hit every
hotel in the area in search of you. You may all end up staying at the
White House itself. More than likely a few safe houses we have around
the area. The president did mention he wanted John and Cindy to stay at
the White house. Probably in the Lincoln bedroom," Bill said.

"That has a certain appeal to it. I recall from pictures that it has a
nice large four poster bed in it," Cindy demurred.

"Oh, I'm jealous!" Sally giggled.

"I don't think the White House is up to you and John in a four poster
bed," Sheila smirked.

"It may not be up to *any* of you," Bill mused, "It should be an
interesting time."

"Speaking of up... I wonder how our intrepid lovers are doing?" Sheila
mused.

"Yeah, that gives John two whole days to recover.... if we let him,"
Cindy giggled.

"You wouldn't!" Bill moaned.

"No, not and spoil my chance to get laid in the White House," Cindy
said.

"I'm still jealous!" Sally said.

"Well, seeing as how John's booked for another day at least, and means
to play macho stud until then, then you're welcome to my company for
the night," Cindy told her.

"Okay... I'm not quite so jealous," Sally said, pulling Cindy to her.

"If Catarina is interested, she's welcome to join us," Amy offered.
Catarina smiled and nodded.

"Well, that leaves Shannon and Bill and I. Care to live dangerously,
Shannon?" Sheila asked.

"Dangerously?" she asked.

"Yes, he's fully loaded. No vasectomy. Prophylactics and gooey
ointments and such," Sheila said.

"I'll take my chances with that. Actually, I had my tubes tied several
years ago," Shannon said.

"Not a bad plan," Sheila mused.

"Hey, don't I get a choice?" Bill said.

"Sure. Any number of empty beds around. You're welcome to use one of
them, or join us," Sheila smirked.

"Well, since I have a choice... I'd be delighted to join you," he said.

"That settled. Who's doing dinner?" Sheila asked.

"Jean and I are," Sally said, finally releasing a wobbly Cindy.

About then the intercom announced a single, "Uh..." Everybody laughed.

"That's our cue. Come on, Jean," Sally said.

"Better cut their meat for them," Cindy called after them.

"So what's the big deal with the secrecy?" Shannon asked Bill.

"Just rules. Officially you have no clearance. That's not the same as
saying we don't trust you. It just means we've never checked to see if
you had any suspicious foreign connections. Catarina and Bianca are a
problem because they were actually involved with a high ranking KGB
agent, voluntarily or not. I accept the latter, but it doesn't matter.
They'd never be granted clearances by those who control them. The silo
was a problem, because of the existence of the side wing. In other
silo's it's a personal wing with a second launch control facility. We
still have active silos that use the same architecture. So the
existence of that wing was classified.

"I argued successfully against that, largely because we now have on
site Russian inspectors, so we were protecting information that they
already had. The information you were just exposed to -much to my
displeasure- is still considered Top Secret, as of this moment. That's
likely to change in the next month or so. Perhaps on Monday if my
suspicions are correct. John has argued that we take the drastic action
of *telling the truth*. Not an easy pill for the government to swallow.
The rest is wrapped up in politics from eighteen different directions.
Involving money trails and intentions. That's all I can tell you for
now," Bill concluded.

"If my suspicions are true, which this tape seems to have partially
verified, then you perpetrated a ruse upon the Russians. A very
effective one that netted you over two dozen Russian agents. I would
expect that this sort of successful campaign would go well rewarded,"
Catarina said.

"I'm not at liberty to verify or deny that information at the present
time," Bill said simply.

"Well I for one think it should be very well rewarded, as in the
process it obtained my sister's freedom and put a very nasty man in
jail," Catarina said. She stepped up to Bill and pulled him into a deep
kiss. He was more than a little wobbly when she released him.

"I think so too," Shannon said, giving him the same treatment.

"My, this assignment has proved very interesting. Being seriously
kissed by a foreign agent and an academy award winning actress right in
a row," Bill mused.

"Let me add a CEO to that list" Sheila giggled, snagging him.

"Speaking of which... What's the latest word from our salons?" Cindy
asked when Sheila released a very shaky Bill.

"Booked solid for the next six months. We desperately need more salons
and more machines in the ones we've got. We're also having to rent
storage units to store the mannequins in. Luckily, at John's suggestion
we don't have to worry about them being identified. No heads and almost
painful to look at," Sheila said.

"I hadn't thought of that, when I got scanned. God, if the tabloids got
a hold of my mannequin!" Shannon said.

"That's one of the things we worried about from the start. We really
needed the celebrity business, but the mannequins were so real they
could have been posed for compromising photographs. We solved that by
using a thing called Dazzle Camouflage and not casting the heads. The
only place all the actual information about your lovely body exists is
on computer disk. And that's coded under a secret number. All current
disks are kept in safes. Our archives are kept in secure data vaults.
The identifying codes are kept separately," Sheila explained.

"That makes me feel better. I'll pass that on to my friends in the
business, that you protect your clients' privacy, not the specifics,"
Shannon said.

"Thank you. But right now we've got all the business we can handle. I'd
like to set up special locations for the celebrity crowd, but until
this business is over I can't even begin to look for satisfactory
locations," Sheila said.

"Tell you what. You're welcome to set up a small salon on my estate. I
have a very roomy guest house that never gets used. You can charge
triple for your outfits to make up for not having to wait. They're
worth it. I can guarantee that I'll keep it busy for you," Shannon
offered.

"That's very nice of you. What about setting up a business in your
area? Won't that cause problems?" Sheila asked.

"Not that I can't handle. I know just who's wives to call and put on
the client list," Shannon giggled.

"That would be great. How much do you want? Split fifty-fifty?" Sheila
asked.

"That's too much. I'll take a third of profits, not gross. Mainly I
just want to have access to it myself. A custom clothier right on my
estate. That's luxury," Shannon said.

"Tell you what. If you'll accept your outfits for free, you've got a
deal," Sheila said.

"I think I just witnessed a multi-million dollar deal," Bill mused.

"That's why we hired her," Cindy said, hugging Sheila from behind and
kissing her neck.

"Think you could find a cot for Catarina and Bianca when she's
sufficiently recovered? I'd like to get them operating a salon as soon
as possible so that they can get enough experience to get started on
our European salons," Sheila asked.

"That sounds absolutely delightful. I think I could even provide for
Bianca's continued treatment. I know... quite a substantial number of
stunning women who I'm sure would be willing to contribute to a worthy
cause," Shannon offered.

"I'll bet you do. I'd love to visit myself. How would you feel about
that, Catarina?" Sheila asked.

"It sounds delightful. If I understand correctly, I would be scanning
stunning nude actresses and making glamorous outfits for them?"
Catarina asked.

"She catches on quick," Sheila giggled, nodding.

"Yes. I think I would enjoy that very much. I am sure Bianca would be
interested as well. I will ask her tomorrow," Catarina said.

"Unfortunately, I think that both of you will be tied up for some time
testifying against Sergei," Bill said, throwing a damper on things.

"This being the days of regularly scheduled jet aircraft, I don't see a
problem with that. Add to that the way the government does things and
you won't even get to trial for six months. They can fly in when
they're needed," Sheila said. Bill nodded.

"I'll get their paperwork in gear for you," he said.

"Thanks, they've had enough shit in their lives," Sheila said.

"Yes, I quite agree," Bill said.

"So... a dip before dinner?" Sheila asked, taking both Shannon's and
Bill's hands.

"Sounds nice," Shannon said. Bill just nodded.

Judy lay looking at John's face as he gazed at the ceiling. They were
well beyond the ability to converse, or the need to. He drew his
fingers over her shoulder and she shivered a bit. Amazed at her
response to his gentle touch. She was thinking about how much her life
had changed in the past two days. John had touched a part of her she
didn't even know existed. He released a degree of unbridled passion she
couldn't have even guessed existed in her. She wanted more, even now
with parts of her body literally raw from all the stimulation they had
received.

She didn't have a thought for her internal soreness from losing her
hymen. She was well beyond caring about that. The fact of it even
excited her when she felt the mild discomfort it provided when he
entered her. What it did mostly was to remind her that this man was her
first, and that she loved him beyond measure.

She snuggled up beside him and rubbed her cheek against the roughness
of his two day beard. Wondering how it would feel when it was longer
and softer. He turned his head to her and they shared a gentle kiss,
their lips just barely touching. Her fingertips felt the strength of
his shoulders and chest, while his traced the soft firmness of her
back, reaching down to cup a bun. She pulled back from the soft kiss
and their eyes met once more.

How could she begin to tell him what she felt at that moment? She had
no gauge to measure or express it. He sort of nodded to her and they
melted into another soft kiss. Afterwards they went back to looking
into each other's eyes. Sally and Jean entered, carrying two trays.
They barely noticed them.

"We brought you some nourishment so you can continue your debauch,"
Sally chuckled. John kind of looked at her and smiled and nodded. Jean
looked worried. She poured them each a mug of coffee and folded the
trays up for them. Sally placed trays of food on each. Good wholesome
food, Broiled steaks, medium rare and cut into bite sized pieces, green
salad, baby carrots and rice pilaf.


"You'll have to sit up to eat," Sally notified the zombied pair. They
both kind of nodded without looking. Sally bent and kissed them each on
the cheek and her and Jean left. Sally was thoughtful when they
returned to the kitchen.

"I think we've created a monster... or 'awakened a sleeping giant', as
the Japanese said after Pearl Harbor," she said, to no-one in
particular.

"Are they *still* at it?" Cindy chuckled, turning from her steak.

"Worse," Sally replied.

"*Worse?*" Cindy asked, puzzled. Sally nodded, Jean too.

"They're just laying there, *looking* at each other," Sally said.

"*Just* looking at each other, not doing anything else?" Sheila asked.
Sally nodded.

"They hardly noticed even that we were there!" Jean added. Cindy and
Sheila looked at each other and shared a concerned look.

"Excuse me," Bill said, "but is that significant?" he asked.

Sheila looked at him, "And here I was beginning to think you understood
women. Yes, it's *very* significant," she said.

"How so?" he asked.

"Have you ever had a woman in love with you? I mean *worship your ass*
in love with you?" Cindy asked him. Bill thought about it.

"Once, a *long* time ago," he mused, looking distant.

"Hey, I think his ass is cute!" Andrea commented.

"Yes dear, we all do. This is different," Sheila said softly.

"Maybe not for them... This is all new to the triplets... come to think
of it, it's all new to all of us," Cindy said, thoughtfully. Most the
older women nodded.

"So what *does* it mean?" Alice asked.

"It means, that the roster for John's affections just got one name
longer," Cindy said.

"But did you not *expect* that to happen?" Catarina asked softly.

"I guess I should have," Cindy said.

"I'm still a little confused. I understand the depth of feeling that
you're talking about. Most people never get to know it in their lives.
It doesn't surprise me that Judy is developing that feeling for John.
The part that confuses me; Well, all you women were all excited that
Judy decided to change her mind about men. You were downright thrilled
about it. So why are you concerned that Judy's developing the same
feeling for John that you all share?" Bill asked.

"Oh, I don't know if concern is the right term. We don't mind that part
at all, in fact we're thrilled that she has John to experience that
with. We all know he will make it special for her. It's really just
getting used to the idea that our man can love another like he does us.
I guess that shouldn't be surprising either; we all love each other.

"I guess if there is any concern, it is because we are all in new
territory as far as relationships are concerned. We're making the rules
up as we go, building love upon love and feeling upon feeling.
Sometimes it all feels a little shaky. Any new factor just makes the
whole thing seem a little shakier. It takes time to incorporate change
into the relationships. We've had little time to digest and incorporate
a whole lot of growth into our *family*.

"It's just shy of two years since the whole thing started with Theresa,
John and then me. Since then it's grown to some...... *sixteen* people
who are sharing various relationships. Despite that fact, we all pretty
much get along. I mean, there is no petty bickering. I can only think
of one minor argument that we've ever had, and that was over growth and
largely a misunderstanding. We had a little roughness in strategic
spots along the way, but that was mainly because we didn't all
understand each others motives as well as we do now.

"I doubt that what we share is totally unknown to the world, or
history. There being now five billion people on the planet and perhaps
a total of some ten or fifteen billion throughout history, I don't see
how it could be so unique. But if it has happened elsewhere -or
elsewhen-, then I am unaware of any instruction manual they wrote to
help others through the changes," Cindy said.

"Gosh, I never thought about all that. I just love making love to you
all," Alice said. Cindy smiled at her.

"As we *all* love making love to you. It's kind of funny you should say
that. I think you three helped a great deal in making this what it is.
When you made us all aware of how each of us actually felt about each
other," Cindy said.

"The Gestalt?" Bill asked. Those involved all nodded.

"I'm sorry I missed out on that. To actually *know* what another is
thinking. It must be very different," Bill said.

"I'll say... perhaps a little too different," Theresa said,
thoughtfully. Catarina, Bianca and Shannon now looked confused. As
nobody else seemed inclined to explain, Bill did his best.

"Do you all know the meaning of the term *Gestalt*?" he asked them.

"A merging of minds, is it not?" Bianca asked.

"Yes, A group consciousness... or it's supposed to be. I think that
heretofore, it has been a mythical goal that a whole bunch of mystics
*tried* to attain. But, from what I've been told -and I have no reason
to doubt- the triplets here actually experienced one. During an
advanced session in lovemaking their individual consciousness merged.
They were able to partially share this with those involved in the
family at the time. They made each other aware of the feelings that
they all shared for each other. Am I explaining this correctly?" Bill
asked, looking around the table.

"Basically. It's not something that we've ever discussed or tried to
put into words ourselves. Those of us who experienced it, *know* it.
Those who didn't... well, there just isn't any way we could explain it
and have it mean the same thing," Cindy said.

"That explains a lot to me," Kevin said, "I remember quite clearly when
it happened. I suddenly knew how Theresa felt about me, and I knew she
knew how I felt about her. I also knew that we would be together
eventually. It wasn't something that I would even have attempted to
explain to anybody else. They would have thought I was quite crazy."
Catarina, Bianca and Shannon sat back trying to digest the story,
themselves not knowing what to think. It was clear that a good number
of the people present understood exactly, and believed it without the
slightest doubt.

"Is this something you could do again?" Shannon asked the triplets.

"No," they answered in unison.

"*Something*... would stop us. Something *greater* than us. It was a
one time experience that *something* allowed us to share," Andrea went
on to explain.

"*God*?" Catarina asked.

"No," they again answered in unison.

"Something more, something less and something different. It fit all
those definitions. John said he thought that the universe was aware of
itself. That was as close a definition as I've heard anybody make, but
it isn't quite right," Amy said.

"It's kind of uncomfortable for us to talk about it," Alice said.

"Yes, it was all *very* personal," Sally added.

"Part of it being uncomfortable, is that we can't do it again. We'd
like to sometimes... but we're not whole yet... as a family," Andrea
said.

"Will we be?" Theresa asked.

"Yes," the triplets all answered.

"Do you know what we yet need?" Sheila asked.

"Not *really*. We know it involves everybody here now, but what and who
else, we don't really know," Amy said, looking at Cindy, oddly. Cindy
kind of shivered. She could feel part of the answer. She remained
quiet.

"It was thoughtful of them to cut our meat," John observed, halfway
into the meal. Judy seemed to notice for the first time, although she
had consumed a fair amount. She nodded. "Glad we both like a hint of
garlic," he said. Again she nodded. John found himself getting
distracted once again by her breasts hanging before her. On a whim, he
bent to the side and kissed one. She giggled a bit, and continued
chewing her food.

"You sure don't talk much for a recently deflowered virgin," John kind
of chuckled. Judy took a last bite of steak and chewed it. Followed by
her last carrot and a fork full of rice. She then took a long sip on
her coffee and sat back, swinging her tray aside. She looked very
content.

"I will love you until the day I die," she said, after a while. John
looked at her a moment and then nodded.

"But when you say something, it's profound," he said, swinging his own
tray aside. They sort of leaned together as they sipped the last of
their coffee. After a while they set their mugs on the headboard and
Judy climbed over his hips facing him. John gently cupped her breasts
as they kissed tenderly. When she positioned herself, John touched the
spot that had served him well the past two days.

They didn't move quickly. There was no urgency in their lovemaking.
Just a driving will to experience as much of each other as they could
in their allotted time. Once both were spent once more, Judy lay
forward and snuggled to his chest. They slept that way, leaning on the
headboard.

After dinner the triplets volunteered for cleanup duty. Catarina mixed
herself a *Sunrise* and sat back observing them at work. The rest of
the crowd retired to the hot tub. Cindy sat back in a built in seat and
let the water buffet her body. Sally sat nearby, studying her.

"A penny for your thoughts.... Thinking about John?" she asked. Cindy
opened her eyes and half smiled at the stunning redhead.

"No, actually I was thinking of something else.... I'm really quite
thrilled that he's making it such a memorable experience for Judy....
like he did for you," Cindy said, reaching out a hand to caress Sally's
cheek affectionately. Sally took her hand and kissed the palm,
retaining it in her hand.

"As I recall, you weren't quite so thrilled at the time," she said.

"I didn't understand then like I do now," Cindy said, squeezing Sally's
hand softly.

"So what's on your mind, dear heart?" Sally asked.

"Oh... Minnesota," Cindy said, distantly.

"Thinking of taking a trip?" Sally asked, grinning.

"I think I might try to persuade John into a little detour on our way
back from Washington," Cindy said.

"Speaking of which, what's that all about?" Sally asked.

"I haven't got a clue, but I don't think it's bad. I think the
President would try to distance himself from us rather than inviting us
to spend the night if it was," Cindy said.

"I'm still jealous," Sally giggled.

"Of whom?" Cindy asked, sliding her hand from Sally's and up her arm.

"If I knew that, I might be *really* jealous," Sally chuckled, as
Cindy's fingers teased a nipple. They others sat in groups, roughly
divided by their chosen sleeping arrangements. This didn't preclude any
interaction between the groups... it was just a means of getting a
little head start on the evening.

"How's the arm?" Bill asked Kevin.

"Not bad. Still a little sore. Theresa picked my stitches out the other
day," Kevin answered.

"Quite the little Florence Nightingale," Shannon mused, from Bill's
lap.

"The man saves my life, what do you expect?" Theresa asked, snuggled to
Kevin's side.

"I think you had taken quite a shine to him before that," Sheila
chuckled from Bill's side.

"I would hope so, I'd agreed to marry him," Theresa said, kissing
Kevin's cheek.

"I don't know that I saved it. Bill's team certainly did. When I went
down one was swinging his gun towards Theresa. I was trying to twist
around when your men dropped him and the other one. I doubt I could
have made it in time," Kevin said.

"Oh, don't go spoiling it for the girl. I understood Bill to say you
dropped two before you went down," Sheila said.

"Just saving my own skin. I think they were out to snatch Theresa
before I messed it up for them," Kevin said.

"You did very well. I'm quite pleased with your performance," Bill
said.

"Thank you. But I must admit, you weren't on my mind at the time,"
Kevin said.

"Theresa was. Just as she should have been," Bill said.

"Come on, hero. The doctor said you shouldn't soak too long," Theresa
said.

"You just want to get me alone again," Kevin said.

"You're right," Theresa chuckled, leading him away.

"My advice is to keep quiet and let the woman adore you," Sheila called
to Kevin.

"She should. I have no doubt that he saved her life. There were too
many of them for my men to handle by themselves," Bill said, quietly.

"I'm quite proud of your performance as well," Sheila said.

"Huh? What did I do?" Bill asked.

"You coordinated the whole thing. You had extra people on Theresa,
nailed Sergei in Salt Lake while your team in New York was saving this
lovely butt and those two over there," Sheila said, caressing the first
one.

"I sat in a communications van while all this was happening," Bill
objected.

"Notifying us in time to prepare for the attack. If you hadn't done
that, we would have been nailed cold at the airport. As it was, I was
able to get John's gun out for him," Sheila said.

"But.." Bill started.

"My advice to you, is just what Sheila told Kevin. There's two lovely
ladies who desire to bed a hero tonight. Don't go spoiling it for us,"
Shannon chuckled. Bill shut up.

"I wish I could shake this," Bianca said, sort of jittery.

"You're doing just fine. Besides, I've grown quite fond of the effects.
I've seldom encountered such passion in lovemaking... before I came
here," Mae said, caressing Bianca in her lap.

"John said it would take time. In the mean time, I'm quite enjoying it
myself," Candice said, leaning in to kiss Bianca softly.

"I think it's time for another treatment," Mae suggested. Bianca hugged
the two of them and nodded. Candice led the way as they got out and
dried off. The triplets and Catarina came in and stripped off their
clothes. Bill couldn't help but watch one in particular. The effects
not going unnoticed beneath Shannon.

"My, and a frisky hero to boot," Shannon giggled.

"I fear the reaction is to younger flesh than you and I. I swear, Bill.
I don't know how one in particular of them can be so different. I just
think they're all adorable," Sheila said.

"I guess we just sort of..... *click*," Bill said, absently.

"Want to sneak off with her? I'm sure that Shannon and I can keep
ourselves quite well amused," Sheila said, tracing her fingers over
Shannon's breasts.

"No, I'm content knowing we'll be together in the future. I was quite
looking forward to some unprotected frivolity," Bill said, kissing
Shannon softly.

"Well, don't forget to bring some for me. I may have to get my tubes
tied like Shannon. I quite enjoy it unprotected as well," Sheila mused.

"Shall we retire?" Shannon asked, hoarsely. The other two nodded. They
made their way out of the tub. The triplets all collected kisses from
all on their way in. The affect upon Bill was unquestionable.

"We left some club sandwiches in the fridge and a thermos of coffee
next to it. If we don't hear it if and when John calls, would somebody
else take it to them?" Amy asked everybody present. Everybody nodded.

"So, you think I will let you get much sleep?" Catarina chuckled.

"If'n we give you a break and only work in pairs," Andrea giggled.

"Maybe that way you'll come back. We found out that we don't scare
folks so bad when we do that," Alice said.

"I can not imagine you three scaring anybody," Catarina said, admiring
their slender bodies.

"That's because we've taken it easy on you, up till now," Andrea
giggled.

"I think I shall enjoy tonight, if I live," Catarina mused, being led
to a seat by Amy. Jean and Sally were double teaming Cindy. The
distraction of their kisses and caresses were more than sufficient to
pull her mind away from Minnesota... for the time being.

"I think I am quite done. I think a dip in the cool pool and then we
should retire," she said.

"Awe, all this warming up we do and you want to go and chill it," Jean
teased.

"You have no idea how hot cold water makes me," Cindy demurred, leading
them out.

"Going so soon? We just got here," Alice said. Cindy stalled and
collected a hug and kiss from all of them, they all did.

"No, just a cold plunge. But straight to bed to attack these two after
that," Cindy giggled, between kisses. The cold plunge didn't last too
long. Cindy pulled Sally to her and made it clear that she wasn't
kidding about cold water. She led her and Jean out, drying and kissing
as they walked.

"See you in the morning," she called back to the triplets and Catarina.

"Good night," they all replied.

"Good. Now we can get a head start on things," Amy said to Catarina,
pulling her head into a kiss. The other two moved in on either side.
They weren't going to take it easy on her this time.

She was long gone when John's voice sounded, "Uh.." around three a.m.
The triplets were just drifting off.

"I'll go," Alice said. She kissed her sisters softly and drew her hand
over Catarina's shapely backside as she slid out. Sally was just
nodding off from Cindy's third attack. Her and Jean's counter attack
had done both Jean and Cindy in. Sally kissed them softly and slipped
out. She met Alice in the kitchen.

"Oh, you're up. I didn't know if you'd heard," Sally said, pulling
Alice into a hug.

"Yeah, I'm the last though," Alice said, hugging back.

"Same here. I'll help you and then we can snuggle if you want," Sally
said.

"I want," Alice giggled, pulling Sally into a kiss.

"Uh.." John's voice sounded again.

"On our way," Sally said shakily into the intercom, once Alice let her
loose. They found John and Judy snuggled together, relatively coherent
after their nap. John looked up and smiled as the thinly robed pair
entered.

"Thanks, darlings. I would have gone myself, but Cindy forbade me to
leave the floor," John said.

"That's okay. We both love to wait on you whenever we get the chance.
We're the last ones up though," Sally said, pouring coffee into two
mugs. Alice moved the plates from dinner onto a serving tray and then
set two plates of sandwiches and chips onto the folding trays.

"Last ones up? What time is it?" Judy asked.

"About three," Alice said.

"AM or PM?" John asked.

"AM," Sally giggled.

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I guess we could have waited till morning. I hope I
didn't wake everybody," John said.

"I doubt that. They all headed off with intentions of serious
debauchery. ... Speaking of which. How are you two doing?" Sally asked.

"Rapidly closing in on our record," John mused.

"The thirty, or the hundred fifty?" Sally asked, impressed.

"Both.. I think. Thank you," Judy said, shakily accepting a mug of
coffee from Sally.

"You're welcome. Glad to see you're doing better. I don't even think
you noticed me and Jean earlier," Sally said.

"Oh, he noticed. At least he got inspiration from somewhere. I may not
walk for a week," Judy said.

"I know *exactly* how you feel," Sally chuckled. Judy looked at her a
moment.

"Yes. I believe you do," she said softly.

"Thank you for cutting our meat for us. That was nice," John said.

"You're quite welcome. Well, we don't want to overstay our welcome,"
Sally said.

"No, sit down and visit for a while. Is there more coffee for you?"
John asked.

"No, but I don't want any anyway. Tell you what, if you really want us
to visit, then let us take these dishes up to the kitchen. Alice and I
can get a drink and come back and join you for a bit," Sally offered.

"Please. Do that, both of you," Judy said, munching on a sandwich.

"I can take them up by myself. What would you like to drink, Alice?"
Sally asked.

"A wine cooler. Peach if there is any. Any kind otherwise. You sure you
don't want me to help?" Alice asked.

"No, I can stack it all on one tray. It's not heavy," Sally said, doing
it.

"So, Alice, -please, sit on the bed- how was your night?" Judy asked.

"It was fun. My sisters and I kind of ganged up on Catarina. She's
sleeping like a baby," Alice replied, sitting on the bed.

"What was it you girls told *me* about cruelty?" John chuckled.

"Oh, we weren't cruel. We just had fun.... she tastes good," Alice
said, blushing.

"Yes she does," Both John and Judy mused at the same time. They all
laughed. It helped to break the ice a bit. Alice moved and sat cross
legged at the foot of the bed. Her robe slipped open a bit. She was
nude beneath it.

"My, that's a lovely sight. Makes me feel like some desert," Judy
mused, munching her sandwich. Alice blushed and pulled the robe between
her legs.

"Awe... And I was enjoying it too," John teased.

"Really?" Alice asked, shyly.

"Yes," they both answered again. Alice blushed, but pulled the robe
aside again. Then she shrugged and pulled it off her shoulders.

"That's better. Quite a nice dinner show," John said.

"With what Sally said earlier, I kind of thought you two would only
like to see each other," Alice said.

"What did Sally say?" Judy asked.

"She said you two were just looking at each other. Cindy was telling
Bill how that was serious love," Alice said.

"Come here," Judy said to Alice. Alice looked puzzled, but crawled up
between them. Judy pulled her onto her lap.

"It's true. I *am* seriously in love with John. This has been a very
special time for us. Especially for me, but that doesn't mean that I
don't still care for you and everybody else. In fact, that makes what I
feel for all of you stronger. Because now I *understand* how you all
feel about John. We all share that now. Okay?" Judy asked, softly
kissing Alice and hugging her to her breasts.

"Okay. I'm glad, 'cause I sure love you two, too," Alice said, kissing
Judy's cheek. Sally returned with two wine coolers. She was a bit
surprised to see a nude Alice in Judy's lap.

"Come sit on my lap, pumpkin," John offered. Sally passed Alice's
cooler over and set hers on John's table. She dropped her robe and
climbed onto his lap. John nestled her head against his shoulder.

"Alice was saying that our condition earlier led to some speculation
about how Judy and I would feel about the rest of you. I just wanted to
put your mind at ease. I still love you all dearly. Now I just have
Judy too," John said, kissing her softly. Sally quivered a bit in his
arms.

"I wasn't really worried. I guess I was just a little envious that I
didn't understand that depth of feeling on my first night with you,"
Sally said, sighing against him.

"You've learned it since," John said, pulling her head and gazing into
her eyes. Sally quivered even more. She nodded and kissed him softly.
Then tucked her head back against his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

"Tell you what. You two let us finish our snack and then John can let
you know just how much he cares for you while I do the same with this
lovely young woman. I'm in the mood for a little desert," Judy offered.

"You don't need to do that. Actually, Alice and I were going to slip
away for a little snuggle anyway," Sally said.

"So why don't you two get started while we finish eating?" Judy said.

"You wouldn't mind?" Sally asked.

"Mind? Of course not. Why would I mind? I seem to recall you and I
making love with six other women in the same room," Judy chuckled.

"Yes, I recall, but they were similarly occupied," Sally chuckled back.

"Does that matter?" John asked.

"No, not to me. Not really. If you want to, Alice?" Sally asked. Alice
kissed Judy and then moved to meet Sally half way. To give the diners
some room, Sally scootched them down towards the bottom of the bed.
John and Judy shared an inspired kiss and then went back to their meal
as Sally proved she understood depth of feeling with Alice. Perhaps it
was knowing they were being watched by John and Judy, but Alice and
Sally became very passionate in their lovemaking.

The diners found themselves eating quicker. They pushed their trays
aside and snuggled together watching the writhing couple as they sipped
at their coffee. They shared another inspired kiss and then each took
their last mouthful and crawled down between the two women's thighs.
Each reacting favorably to the hot tongues that touched them.

A gray light was sifting into the room from the tracking mirror when
they all slipped blissfully into sleep after many whispered words of
love, intertwined every which way. John's record with Sally was broken,
partially by her. Her record with John was well surpassed by Judy,
again with her assistance. Alice learned much about depth of feeling.

"What's going on here?" Cindy's voice asked about ten o-clock.

"I think they both needed more victims," Sheila chuckled.

"Good morning, loves," John said, lifting his head from the pillow of
Judy's breasts. Alice was snuggled to Judy's other side, Sally to
John's side. They all stirred. Alice lifted her head and kissed Judy on
the cheek, bent and kissed John on the forehead before she slipped out
to the bathroom. Sally lifted her head and kissed John on the cheek and
then did the same to Judy before she slipped out as well. Judy hugged
John back to her breasts.

"Good morning," she told the two baffled women, smiling at them.

"We brought you some breakfast. We didn't expect to find Sally and
Alice here. We thought they had slipped off together somewhere. We were
about to start a search party," Sheila giggled, setting a tray down.

"They were going to, but we waylaid them. Which is precisely what we'd
like to do to you two after breakfast," Judy said.

"But I thought -it being your inaugural- that you would want your
privacy," Cindy said, holding mugs of coffee for the prone couple. Judy
slid back and sat up, drawing John into his previous position, only
sitting.

"A change of plans. John welcomed me into womanhood *very*
satisfactorily -I don't know if I could walk so good-, but I thought
that for our last day, joint sessions with everyone we loved would be
the perfect finale to three perfect days," Judy said, accepting a mug
of coffee. She caught Cindy's hand with her other and pulled it to her
lips, kissing it softly.

"Well, I don't have any objection to that, if it's what you really
want," Cindy said, enjoying Judy's touch.

"Neither do I. If it's what you both want," Sheila said, placing a
plate on John's tray. John caught her hand and treated it similarly.
She and Cindy shared a bemused look, each wondering what had transpired
the night before. Sally and Alice returned.

"Food?" Sally inquired.

"Yours and Alice's is in the kitchen. We didn't expect to find you
here. Better go head off the search party," Cindy said. The two women
found their robes and then collected kisses from the four of them
before heading out. They seemed ecstatically cheerful. Judy kissed
Cindy's hand once more and then half staggered out to the bathroom.
John motioned towards the end of the bed as he dug into his breakfast.

"So what gives?" Cindy asked, sitting down.

"Just as Judy said. We got reports of concern that our level of
debauchery might have indicated a change in feeling towards the rest of
you. So we decided to put the question to rest," John said, between
bites.

"We just thought you were trying to break yours an Sally's records. We
wouldn't want to mess that up," Cindy giggled.

"Oh, we passed that around four this morning," John said, taking a sip
of coffee.

"Which one, the thirty or the one hundred fifty?" Sheila asked.

"Both... I think," John said, thoughtfully chewing.

"You made love over thirty times!? In thirty hours?" Cindy asked,
aghast, and again a little bit jealous.

"Doesn't sound right. I know I slept a lot," John mused.

"Yes, but you averaged *over* twice an hour each time you were awake,"
Judy said, returning. She collected kisses from the two women before
sliding back into her spot.

"My turn," John said, slipping out. Sheila turned to Judy, now
attacking her breakfast with a vengeance.

"He actually made love thirty times in thirty hours?" she asked.

"I made it thirty-three in that time.... Thirty seven since he first
walked in," Judy said, chewing on a piece of toast.

"That's over once an hour... *averaged*!" Sheila gasped.

"How about you? How many orgasms did you have?" Cindy asked. Judy
considered her food a moment.

"I'm not sure. I kind of lost count around... well, let's see. Sally
took great pride in pushing me over her limit.. I figure I had another
dozen or so before we passed out," she said, shakily taking a sip of
coffee.

"That would put you around..... one-hundred-sixty-two," Sheila figured.

"Sounds about right," Judy nodded.

"I made it one-sixty-five," John said, returning. He collected his
kisses, taking a bit longer. Letting the women know they were serious
about their invitation.

"I'm not sure I believe you... you're both talking! I remember how you
were before," Sheila giggled.

"I didn't have my little trick then," John said, returning to his
breakfast.

"That just helped you do it more, not survive it better," Cindy
giggled.

"Actually, it makes my orgasms a little less devastating...past the
tenth time or so," John mused.

"So how do you explain Judy being able to talk?" Sheila asked.

"Five and a half hours of sleeping like a rock," Judy said, finishing
her first cup of coffee. Sheila refilled it for her. Judy pulled her to
her and rewarded her well.

"So the question remains... Are you interested, or not?" she asked a
now shaky Sheila.

"Sure, I'm game," she said, bending again.

"Me too. I just want to see him do it three more times," Cindy giggled.

"Well, last time we got our inspiration from Sally and Alice. They
started while we were finishing our snack. So you two go ahead, we'll
join in when we're able," John chuckled.

"I knew it! You just want Sheila and I to put on a show for you," Cindy
giggled.

"Guess you found us out.... would you mind?" Judy asked. Sheila and
Cindy looked at each other for a moment, then both shrugged. Cindy
opened her arms and Sheila moved into them. John and Judy finished
their breakfast, then snuggled together watching, caressing each other.
Sheila and Cindy were more than a little shocked when they joined in.
Later they were a lot shocked as they lay recuperating. John and Judy
looked like they'd just gotten started.

"Next!" John giggled. Cindy and Sheila looked at each other and helped
each other to their feet and out the door.

"We'll send somebody," Cindy managed to call back.

"Make it pairs," Judy called. Sheila waved acknowledgement. Feeling a
bit cruel, they sent the other two triplets, thinking that would be the
end of it. An hour and a half later they staggered out and tagged
Catarina and Bianca. They lasted two hours. Next came Candice and Mae.
They only lasted an hour and twenty minutes. They staggered out.

"They want more.. and lunch," Mae slurred. Theresa looked around at the
dazed women.

"Come on Jean, I guess were on," she said. They lasted a full two
hours, as John and Judy were eating part of the time.

"Next!" Theresa said, staggering into the kitchen.

"Where's Jean?" Sheila asked.

"She headed for bed," Theresa said, fumbling with the coffee pot.

"There is nobody else.. unless they want the guys," Cindy said.

"No, Judy wants to schedule them another time. I don't think Kevin's
healthy enough anyway. They asked for volunteers," Theresa babbled,
finding a seat. Cindy looked around the table. Most everybody looked
dazed.

"How about it, Sally? You've had the most rest. Let's give it a go,"
Cindy suggested.

"Sure, I'm game... you only live once," Sally said. Bianca and Alice
looked a little disappointed.

"And you two also. *That* should put an end to things," Cindy giggled.
It *almost* did. John and Judy made love one last time before they
faded too. Four women inert around them. Their eyes were open and
locked together for their last orgasm. The next morning the last four
made a clean get away. John and Judy were snuggled together, sleeping
peacefully.

"Anybody even considers waking them up, I'll kill them," Cindy mused
over breakfast.

"No argument from me," Sally said. Cindy looked around the table. There
was no sign of dissention.

"No argument from me either. We need to be out of here around six
tomorrow morning," Bill said.

"We'll pack for them. We'd better let them sleep as much as possible,"
Sheila suggested. Everybody nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 88

Cindy brought them breakfast about five the next morning. Even so she
had to lightly shake them to get them to stir. John stretched.

"Mmm .. Hi babe. Back for more?" he asked.

"Nope. Your *four* days are up. You've got a date with the President,"
Cindy said, scooting out of range as John reached for her.

"Okay... but I won't enjoy it as much, he's not my type.... Four?" John
asked.

"It is now the morning of the *fifth* day since you entered this room,"
Cindy said. Judy stretched like a cat and looked up hungrily at Cindy.

"When you change your mind... you *really* change your mind!" Cindy
chuckled, looking a bit scared.

"Did I hear you say it was morning... the *fifth* morning?" she asked,
groggily.

"Yes, about five AM," Cindy said, putting a plate on a tray, staying
outside of range. She swung the tray around over John and moved warily
to the other side to repeat the operation.

"Why so early?" Judy asked, unconcerned over the lost day.

"We board a helicopter in just about an hour. So eat quick. We all have
a date with the President," Cindy replied, swinging the tray around.

"What would the President want with me?" Judy said, slipping out of
bed. Cindy retreated to a defensible corner, which just happened to
contain the table with the coffee and mugs.

"I haven't a clue. Maybe he's after more secret weapons," Cindy
replied, pouring the coffee and keeping a wary eye on Judy as she
passed.

"I thought I told Bill he would have to wait?" John said, sitting up.

"That was three days ago. He rescheduled. Bill said if we miss this
flight they'll send federal marshals to collect us," Cindy said, boldly
taking a cup to John. She wasn't quick enough and he caught her,
pulling her into his lap, almost upsetting his breakfast. Cindy barely
set the mug down in time.

"John! We don't have time for this!" she giggled.

"We will *always* have time for this," He said softly. She caught his
tone and quit her struggles. They gazed into each others eyes a moment
and John softly kissed her once, then released her. She stayed.

"I just wanted you to know how I felt," he said, giving her a little
push off his lap.

"I know how you feel. But this one is going to cost you," she said.

"Name it," John said.

"One; We're booked to sleep in the Lincoln bedroom tonight. You and I.
I would like very much to make love at least once in that four poster
bed," she said.

"I'm fairly certain I can guarantee that. Granted," he said.

"And... I want at least a week of your time for a little side trip on
our return. Just you and me... in Minnesota," she said, shyly. John
looked at her a moment.

"If I understand you correctly; Make it two, if she'll have us," he
said, softly.

"Thank you," she said, softly in return.

"No, thank *you*," he said. She found her eyes misting over.

"You'd better eat. I've packed for you and laid some things out," she
said.

"I love you," he said. Cindy sat on the edge rail and softly kissed
him.

"And I love you. Now eat," she said, slipping away. She caught Judy on
the way back from the bathroom. She pulled her into a soft kiss and
said, "Welcome again to womanhood. I'm glad you had a good time. Now
eat quick." Judy smiled radiantly at her and nodded. Cindy slipped out,
wiping her eyes.

"You know, you really should marry that girl," Judy said, slipping in
and swinging her tray back around.

"I intend to, soon," John said, looking after Cindy. They sent a
*large* helicopter, too big for the silo roof. It set down off to the
side, kicking up a cloud of dust, despite the new paving in the
compound. They let the blades spin down before boarding to avoid
dirtying their outfits. They were a few minutes late taking off, but
the pilots had instructions to make up the time.

The trip to Hill Air Force base was somewhat somber, as everyone was a
little groggy except the farm girls. They chatted jovially, excited
about meeting the president again. Telling Candice about their first
time. The executive jet was warmed up on the end of the runway, the
helicopter set down by it and they waited till the blades stopped
before crossing over. Airmen hustled luggage over for them as Bill
tried to hurry them.

No sooner was the last person belted in when the plane was given
clearance and began its take off. It lifted gracefully and gained
altitude, angling towards the East. Some of the group napped on the
plane. Sheila and Bill worked on their laptops. Cindy sat snuggled to
John's arm. They didn't talk much, but seldom lost body contact. The
triplets sat watching the terrain below. Theresa doted over Kevin.

Stewards offered breakfast, but all declined. Most had coffee though.
The stewards seemed disappointed. They were used to VIP's, but this
flight was different. There was a plethora of stunning women, all clad
in stunning outfits. Even a famous actress. Shannon graciously signed
autographs for them. To the delight of the triplets and the surprise of
the others, they asked everybody for their autographs. John signed one
for each, and then turned his attention back out the window. He didn't
feel like a hero, no matter how much he was treated as one.

John's definition of a hero, was a person who put themselves in harm's
way by choice, and then performs exemplary in that situation. John had
not chosen to be in the position he had found himself in. Yes, he had
dealt with it in the best manner in which he could have, given the
facts of the situation, but given a choice, he would have happily
avoided the whole occurrence. It wasn't his choice. Thus, he didn't
feel like a hero. These and a dozen other thoughts occupied his brain
as the jet flew into the morning sun. Bill took a break and moved
forward to procure a soda. He sat back next to Andrea, who took his
hand and squeezed it, kissing him on the cheek.

"So, are you going to tell us what this is all about?" she asked.

"I don't rightly know. I guess we'll all find out in a couple of
hours," Bill replied.

"Will they let us sleep together?" she asked.

"I don't know that either," he replied.

"So what do you know?" Andrea asked, giggling. Bill looked at her.

"I know I love you," he said.

"We know that, we all love you too," she said.

"I know that too, but... I was referring to you specifically," he said.
This earned him a long, warm kiss and the envy of all the stewards.

"So, do you feel different, now that you've been *deflowered?*" Sally
asked Judy.

"Not much, in some ways, very different in others. This is the first
time I've ever felt.... *connected* to another. Before I just
experienced relationships. Now it feels like I *belong* in one," Judy
replied.

"I can understand that. I feel the same way," Sally said. Judy looked
at her a moment, considering.

"Yes, I'll bet you do. We share... a special bond, you and I. The same
wonderful man took our maidenheads," Judy mused. Sally took her hand
and squeezed it softly. She was reserved in her affections as they had
all learned to be away from the silo.

"If they give us our choice of accommodations, perhaps we could explore
that bond more fully," she said, seductively.

"Yes, that sounds quite nice... I feared I had done you in yesterday...
or I guess it was the day before," Judy chuckled.

"You almost did, and I fully enjoyed that. But somehow I prefer the
intimacy of one on one encounters," Sally said.

"I quite agree... but I wouldn't have missed the last five days for the
world," Judy said, rolling her eyes.

"I'll bet, nor would I have missed my time with him... every moment of
it, then and now," Sally said.

"Funny, men all over the place. Some very good ones -as witnessed by
Kevin and Bill-, yet all of us end up falling for the same one," Judy
said.

"That's understandable. He's quite a hard act to follow, as you well
know," Sally chuckled. Judy nodded in *understanding*.

"How soon would you like to get started at my place?" Shannon asked
Sheila.

"Oh, well, we have three complete machines ready for the next salon
when we have found a suitable location. I could have one shipped out
and set up as soon as all this blows over," Sheila replied, looking up
from her laptop.

"Why not two or three?" Shannon asked.

"Gosh, I wouldn't want to impose. You're being kind enough as it is. I
didn't want to expose you to an overwhelming situation. It's likely to
be slow starting up anyway, until the word gets out to your friends,"
Sheila said.

"Phooey. With the way you're booked at your other salons, I could
easily keep all machines humming as many hours a day as Catarina and
Bianca are up to. And it's no imposition to me. The guest house is
quite adequately removed that it won't bother me a bit how busy it is,"
Shannon replied.

"That's very kind of you. What about the business license end of it?
Won't that take time?" Sheila asked.

"I figure a week, realistically. You may want to do some remodeling to
the guest house, but there is a large family room area that would be
perfect for a reception area, and several small private rooms where you
could set up the scanners and spinning machines," Shannon said.

"I'm sure it would be fine as is. ... Gosh, are there any bonded
storage facilities nearby? I just realized that this would be a special
situation to deal with; *all* the mannequins representing celebrities,"
Sheila said.

"There's a large, secure double garage you could use for temporary
storage and many bonded storage facilities at your beck and call.
They'll pick up. With all the large estates in the area, it's not
uncommon for people to put their belongings into storage while they
winter in warmer climates. I quite prefer the winter where I am,"
Shannon mused.

"From what Sally's told me, it sounds like a lovely estate. I'd love to
see it," Sheila said.

"I'd be very pleased to have you stay for as long as you'd like,
anytime you'd like. In fact.... Why don't you take some time after this
shindig is done with and come check out the guest house? Then you can
see for yourself what it might or might not need," Shannon invited.

"Depending on what this is all about, and how it turns out. I think
that I'd like that very much," Sheila said.

"You know, it's not just about business - although I expect to make a
bundle off this. Quite frankly I enjoyed our time together very much.
Both with Bill and last night," Shannon said. Sheila smiled at her
warmly.

"Yes, I did as well. I'm sure I would have a wonderful time," she said.

"So what *do* you think this is all about?" Shannon asked.

"Beats me. But I can't imagine it's bad if the President isn't
distancing himself from us," Sheila said.

Catarina considered her sister. Bianca seemed calm enough, for now.
She'd spent an active night with the triplets again, in preparation for
the trip. They applied her last treatment just minutes before they had
to shower to make the flight. Even so, Catarina worried a bit over
accommodations and whether or not they'd have the freedom to deal with
her sisters addiction when she felt the craving. Bianca smiled at her
reassuringly and squeezed her hand before she went back to looking
distantly out the window. She was a little worried too.

"I wish this was all over with. I'm sure our customers wonder where the
hell I am," Mae said.

"Now don't you go fretting. The girls can deal with it very well, and
you know it, as you trained them. I'm sure our customers watch the news
too. They'll realize that you've been kept away, not of your own
choosing," Candice reassured her.

"Ah, there you'd be very wrong. I quite enjoyed my stay at the silo and
all the wonderful time we've had alone. I just feel a little guilty
about enjoying myself so much while neglecting our customers," Mae
said.

"Well, you didn't neglect them out of choice. And as far as being
there, you know yourself that if'n you had been, then you would have
been spending all your time dealing with the press, and still not the
customers," Candice said.

"I know... and you're right. Thank you," Mae said.

"Anytime, babe, anytime," Candice said.

"How about as soon as we're alone?" Mae demurred. Candice smiled and
nodded. The plane touched down easily and taxied to a location nearby a
waiting Executive helicopter. Bags and personnel transferred, the bags
by military crewman, the personnel by themselves. During a short flight
to the White House, the women checked their make-up. John felt
comfortable enough. Bill fretted, Kevin seemed more concerned over
Theresa.

Much to John's surprise, the red carpet was rolled out, bordered by the
White House Honor guard. The Vice-President and his wife met them and
shook all their hands before guiding them into the stately mansion.
Apologizing that the President himself hadn't been able to meet them as
he was detained by matters of state.

"I hardly expected him to. I am unsure as to why we are here at all,"
John replied.

"Oh come now, no need to be so modest, Mr. Stevens. I have been fully
briefed on all your heroic deeds," replied the Vice-President.

"A hero I am not. I was saving my own skin. It was pure coincidence
that I happened to save Sheila and Catarina's lovely skins as well. Now
Lieutenant Waters, he's a real hero. He laid his life selflessly on the
line for the woman he loves," John replied. The Vice-President looked
at him curiously.

"Yes, we are quite aware of Lieutenant Waters' heroism. I feel you are
being too modest yourself. That's okay though. It will play well with
the press. If you will just step this way, we've arranged for a private
tour of the White House until the President is free to meet with you
all," the Vice-President said, turning to lead the procession and
effectively cutting off further debate. The silo residents followed in
semi-awed reverence for the fine old building as the tour progressed.
They hardly noticed the metal and explosive detectors that scanned them
as they passed into the building, or the very watchful eyes of the
Secret Service agents who accompanied them. They looked upon John with
wary respect. None of them had ever actually killed anybody. They were
all fully aware that John had.

The tour was pleasant and interesting. When they toured the Lincoln
bedroom, Cindy and John were notified -as a *by the way*- that they
would be spending the night there. Cindy beamed, John was thoughtful
over how well an unmarried couple spending the night in the Lincoln
bedroom would "play with the press." He silently chuckled to himself
over it.

Shortly afterwards, the First Lady joined them. The Vice-President made
introductions around the group (getting them all right, thus proving
his critics wrong.). The First Lady greeted each of them warmly. Muriel
Wilson was without question the most attractive First Lady to grace the
White House in over a century. In her early forties, trim, well
endowed, pretty and surprisingly charming. She paid particular interest
to the triplets. John wondered if the President talked in his sleep.

"The President would like to meet with the men first. Seems a bit
sexist, but I don't really mind as it will give me the opportunity to
become better aquatinted with you lovely ladies," Muriel stated. The
men took their cues and followed the Vice-President. John snuck a quick
kiss from Cindy. Hands reached out and were squeezed warmly as the men
departed. The First Lady seemed not to notice.

"Now, you must tell me all about these stunning outfits," Muriel Wilson
said, turning to the ladies. The Vice-President led the men to the Oval
Office. The men took it in stride when the Secret Service agents patted
each down before they were allowed to enter. President Thomas Wilson
looked up from his desk and almost jumped to his feet to greet the men.

"Mr. Stevens, I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to finally meet
you and your companions," said the President.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. President," John replied, shaking hands. The
President's handshake was surprisingly strong for a politician. John
returned the grip carefully.

"Lieutenant Waters, How's the arm?" the President asked, shaking
Kevin's hand.

"Feeling much better, thank you, Mr. President," Kevin replied.

"Good. Bill, so good to see you again. Marvelous job on the operation,"
the President said, gripping Howdy's hand warmly.

"Thank you, Mr. President. I'm grateful we didn't lose anybody on our
side," Howdy replied.

"Quite so, quite so. Please, sit down. All of you. Can I offer you a
drink?" The President asked, motioning them to seats.

"Thank you, Mr. President. Just black coffee for me," John said,
sitting in a plush chair opposite the President's, before his desk. The
President moved to his Executive *throne*, a high back ergonomic chair
that probably cost ten thousand dollars. (Actually, it was fifty-
thousand as the back contained a large quantity of Kevlar bullet and
shrapnel proofing to supplement the thick bullet proof glass of the
windows.)

A steward brought John a cup of incredibly good coffee in a delicate
cup embossed with the Presidential Seal. Surprisingly, a finger would
actually fit through the handle on the fine china. The others all chose
coffee as well. Once the stewards slipped out, the President turned to
the group.

"I guess you know what this is all about?" he said. John answered for
the group.

"In all honesty, I haven't a clue. Mr. President," he replied.

"Oh, come now. No need to be so modest. I've been following your
activities for some time now," said the President. John smirked, beside
his better judgement. The President caught it. "What I really would
like, is to hear all about your welfare plan for the homeless," said
the President, fighting his own smirk.

"It's not that complicated, Mr. President. Basically, it just gives the
homeless a place where they can clean up and deal with the logistics of
re-entering the work force while providing temporary housing. The cost
is charged to them, to their IRS accounts. Once they are back in the
work force, they pay it back over a reasonable period of time," John
explained.

"Yes, I really like that part. Much easier to sell to a spend-thrift
congress," said the President, "Would you mind if a few members of the
House and Senate joined us? I'd like you to explain the whole thing to
them."

"No, of course not. Not at all, Mr. President," John said. The
President touched a button on his desk and a few moments latter six
more men were ushered into the room. The Vice-President made
introductions between the four senators, two congressmen and the silo
crowd. The six basically represented the majority and minority
leadership of the country.

"Now, Mr. Stevens. Would you please explain your plan to these
gentlemen, from the beginning," asked the President.

"From the beginning? How much time do I have, Mr. President?" John
asked.

"Take all the time you need. I want you to cover the whole thing,"
replied the President. John was flabbergasted. Time was a very valuable
commodity to these men. He had the undivided attention of the power
structure of the whole country. He took a deep breath to calm himself
and began. He laid out the entire plan as he had envisioned it. Some
hour and a half later he finished up. The Senators, Congressmen and
president held their questions until after John finished. Then they
questioned virtually each segment, in detail. John made up spot answers
to cover things he hadn't even considered. Finally the questions ran
down.

"Comments?" the President asked.

"It's quite brilliant!" said the Speaker of the House (Vice-President.)

"It is *all* of that. Will it fly with the two houses?" asked the
President.

"I don't see why not, Mr. President. It finances itself. The only
question is how much it takes out of the short term coffers," answered
the Senate Majority leader.

"Not that much, I should think. Once the system is up and running,
you'd see an almost instant return in terms of payroll taxes coming in
from the newly employed. In the meantime it reduces the welfare burden
considerably," John replied.

"And you make out like a bandit, with that massive chunk of land you
got," said the Senate Minority leader, suspiciously. John turned to
him, holding his temper.

"Senator. That's a done deal. I have title to that land, free and
clear. No matter what you guys do from here on out. I've also pledged
my royalties from my Second Skin patents, which already amounts to tens
of millions of dollars, and likely will exceed hundreds of millions
down the road. You can hurt the program by taking away my tax deferment
on the property, but you won't stop my part. I already have everything
I need. I won't make one cent from this program. In fact it will cost
me a great deal. The reason I am doing it, is because it needs to be
done, and I'm in a position to do a small part. You guys can make the
whole thing work, nation wide. It's up to you," John said.

"Yes, I don't think we need question Mr. Stevens' motives. He's shown
himself to be an exemplary citizen. God knows we could use a lot more
just like him," chided the President.

The Senator bristled, then added, "Well, perhaps if we could put these
people to work ourselves, on our highway system. The federal freeways
in my state are in quite a state of decay." The others moaned slightly.

"May I make a suggestion, Mr. President?" John asked.

"Certainly, John. Please, speak freely," said the President.

"Well, it seems to me, that one of the reasons you guys bicker and
argue so much, is usually over the special interest riders that get
hung onto the simplest bill. This program benefits the entire country,
both political parties. What I suggest, just this once, is that you
present and vote on a clean bill, no riders at all. That way the only
bickering will be about what really matters, making this program work,"
John said. The Senators and Congressmen were shocked over the concept,
but they kind of nodded to themselves. The Senate minority leader
glared at John. The majority leader caught the look.

"Come on, Felix. Just this once let's work together on what really
matters. You've got hundreds of other bills you can do your political
posturing on. This is a good idea, and you know it. Lord knows we can
all use a little positive press. This will supply us both with a whole
bunch of that," said the Majority leader. The minority leader sulked a
bit, but nodded.

"The other thing, is to put one man in charge of the program, and then
leaving him alone to run it. I would highly recommend William Howdy
here for that position. If you don't hire him, I intend to. To run my
side of the program," John said.

"What is your political affiliation, Mr. Howdy?" asked the minority
leader.

"I don't see that that is of any concern. When I vote, I never vote a
straight ticket. I vote independently on each position based upon whom
I think is the best qualified to do the job. If you have to categorize
me, think of me as a Republican with a social conscience or a very
conservative Democrat. I'm a little of each. I see that social programs
are necessary, but I also realize that somebody has to pay for them.
That's the criteria under which I would run things," Bill replied.

"But how are you registered?" asked the Congressional Minority leader.

"Just a minute. I agree with Mr. Howdy. I don't think we need to know
that. I picked Bill for his current position without knowing that
myself. He's a very competent administrator, that's all we need to
know. Actually, I would choose Mr. Stevens to run the program. It's his
idea and a good one," said the President.

"Thank you, Mr. President. But I must respectfully decline the offer.
I'm quite ready for retirement. I've had enough excitement to last me
for quite a while. Besides, I don't really think that you would want me
in that position. I'm afraid my lifestyle would prove too much of a
distraction for the press for me to effectively do the job," John said.

"Yes, about your lifestyle. Isn't it true that you live with all those
women I saw down the hall? Indulging in all manner of perverted sexual
acts?" asked the Senate Minority leader. John turned to face him,
gritting his teeth.

"No, I've never met the First Lady before today," John said. The
President burst out laughing.

When he recovered he turned to the Minority leader, "Felix, shut the
fuck up. You can take your goody two shoes hypocrisy and stuff it up
your ass. We need not mention those two cheerleaders you're quietly
paying child support to. Now the deal is that either you swallow your
shit and get behind this program or I will veto every single bill you
introduce until the end of your term or mine. Clear enough?" he asked.
Felix bristled and looked around the room for support. He found none.
He sighed and nodded to the President. "Okay, gentlemen. I want a bill
on my desk by the end of the week. A clean one, just like Mr. Stevens
suggested. We all benefit from this, but more importantly, the whole
country does. That's why we're here in the first place. I think that's
something we tend to forget," directed the President. There were nods
of agreement around the room.

"Fine.. If we're in agreement -for once- I think that they're just
about ready for us in the garden for the awards ceremony," said the
President.

"Awards ceremony, Mr. President?" John asked, baffled.

"Yes, certainly. You didn't expect your heroic actions to go
unrewarded, did you?" the President asked, chuckling.

"I'm no hero, Mr. President. Like I told the Vice-President; I was
saving my own skin," John said. The Senators and Congressmen looked
concerned.

"Why don't you gentlemen move out to the garden while I have a little
private chat with Mr. Stevens?" the President said by way of dismissal.
The group took the hint and headed out. The Vice-President motioned for
Bill and Kevin to follow. A Secret Service agent remained. "Give us a
minute alone, will you, Jim?" the President asked the Secret Service
agent.

"Sir, I think I should remain," replied the agent.

"I'm well aware of your concerns. Now get," replied the President,
shortly. The agent sighed, looking at John as if to say; "Be good, or
else!" and stepped out, leaving the door ajar. The President sighed and
moved to close it. He moved to a small fold down bar and opened it,
taking two glasses and adding ice. He poured two shots of Laphroaig 25
year old into the glasses and handed one to John.

"I must thank you for introducing Bill to this excellent Scotch. He
made inquiries and was able to locate a twenty-five year old bottle
from the distillery for me," the President said, handing a glass to
John. John accepted the glass and smiled appreciatively.

"Thank you, Mr. President," he said.

"Okay, John. Here's the deal," the President said, taking a sip of his
own. "We've all got our butts in a sling. Yours included. The homeless
bill will help that a lot. The other thing that will help that, is to
give the country some heroes. Whether or not you feel like one. The
alternative, is having the IRS, the GSA and every member of the House,
Senate and the press crawling up our asses with a microscope over how
this whole thing was financed. Quite frankly, I don't know of any other
way to pull it off." John sighed.

"I understand that, Mr. President. But I really don't feel like a
hero," he said.

"Be that as it may. You are. You put your life on the line... by
choice. You may have been defending yourself at the final shootout, but
the reason that all occurred, is because you voluntarily chose to
become involved in the operation. It was in fact your idea. And a very
good one at that. As operations go, I can't think of one that worked as
effectively. We nabbed a high ranking KGB officer that half the world's
been trying to nail for over a decade. In addition to another couple of
dozen agents in the process.

"Now I want this homeless program to work. We have the support of both
houses. Not counting that asshole Felix, who doesn't have the support
of even his own party. But unless I can give the press a distraction in
the form of a group of model citizens, then we lose that support and
the whole thing turns into a witch hunt. Clear enough?" asked the
President.

"The plan is clear enough, Mr. President. But I'm not so sure you want
to be associated with us. We *aren't* model citizens. If the moral
majority - rather *when* the moral majority finds out about our
lifestyle, all hell's going to break lose," John said.

"Maybe. But your best defense against that, is for the public to know
just what kind of *citizens* you all *have* been, regardless of your
lifestyle. Even the moral majority likes a little spice in their lives.
I think you'll be surprised how little stir your lifestyles create. But
think about this; What is a patriot? You and your group from the Silo
thought up this whole thing. You voluntarily put your lives on the
line. The result was that you did a great service to your country. What
better definition of a Patriot?" asked the President.

"I never expected to put my life on the line, Mr. President. The most I
expected to give up was a little privacy," John replied.

"Be that as it may. It didn't work out that way. You may not have
expected the KGB to take such an active interest in you, but it did.
When push came to shove, you came through. Now all you have to do is
accept your reward, and then the whole thing can go away. If you don't,
it won't," said the President.

"Just what award did you have in mind, Mr. President?" John asked.

"Oh, just a citizenship award. It carries a hundred thousand dollar
stipend with it. If you feel uncomfortable about that, then contribute
it to charity. Use it for your program," replied the President. John
sighed and nodded.

"All right, Mr. President. It feels hypocritical. But we'll do it your
way if you think it will help," John said. The President smiled.

"Yes, it will help immensely.... Now, about your life style.... I'm
quite envious of you and the triplets. If it wasn't so danged
dangerous, I would be sorely tempted myself. So what *are* your plans
concerning the women?" asked the President.

"Well, Mr. President. I intend to marry Cindy, to start with. Once all
the attention fades away, I *intend* to marry them all. I don't know if
you are familiar with Robert Heinlein's books, but he introduces a
concept of a line marriage, where everybody is married to each other.
The marriage can go on for hundreds of years after the founding members
have passed away," John explained.

"Ye gods, I doubt the moral majority's ready for that. How soon did you
have in mind to marry Cindy?" asked the President.

"As soon as we could arrange it... Mr. President," John said, almost
forgetting the honorarium.

"No need to be so formal when we're alone. Please, call me Tom. It gets
so I hardly hear my name. I miss it..... How would you feel about a
White House wedding?" the President asked. John looked startled.

"Gosh.. I'm certain that Cindy would be thrilled to death.. Mr. ..I
mean, Tom. What are the laws like in D.C.?" John asked.

"For a Presidential request, quite favorable. I'll arrange it, if you
think that Cindy would agree?" asked the President.

"I'm quite certain that she'd be thrilled to death, Tom. I'll ask her
tonight. I'll have a hell of a time living up to it with the others,
though," John mused.

"That I can believe.." the President chuckled. "Well, shall we join the
others?" he asked. John stood with him. "I'm quite intrigued about this
silo of yours. I'd love to see it sometime," said the President,
walking John to the door.

"You are quite welcome anytime, Mr. ... Tom. I think that we're all
pretty much booked away from it for a month, I promised Cindy at least
two weeks visiting an actress friend of ours in Minnesota. If that
turns into a honeymoon, she may want more. But after that you are very
welcome to visit for as long as you'd like. Both you and the First
Lady," John offered.

"We may just do that. I wouldn't dare show up without her, actually.
She teases me constantly about the triplets. After their visit... well,
Muriel and I had an *inspired* evening... if you know what I mean?" the
President said, smirking.

"Yes, I believe I know exactly what you mean, Tom," John chuckled. The
Secret Service almost jumped John as the door opened, until they saw
both men smiling and the President's hand on John's shoulder. The
President chuckled and led John down to the garden, both men getting
waylaid by the make-up people.

"Part of the job, I'm afraid. Wish they'd do something about the TV
cameras. They make you look half dead without this gunk," the President
mused. John nodded, taking it like a man in the other make-up chair.

"I guess so, Mr. President. Seems a filter on the camera would make
more sense," he said. The President looked at John, startled.

"Good idea. I think I'll just have a word with the Networks about
that," he said. After make-up, the President led John into the garden.
John was expecting a small gathering, but there were hundreds of people
seated before the Presidential podium. The women, Bill and Kevin were
all seated facing the throng before them, looking quite fidgety. Not
surprising as many of the nations leadership and the large White House
press corps were studying them intently.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, The President of the United States," the White
House Press secretary announced. Everybody stood. The President shook
John's hand and seated him.

"Please, be seated," said the President. Everybody sat. The President
consulted his speech, already on the podium. "Distinguished members of
Congress, Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, we are gathered together
today to honor and pay tribute to a very unique group of citizens and
two foreign nationals. It is seldom that this country has the
opportunity to honor such a large group of patriots. Their story is one
of selflessness and heroism that embodies the highest traditions of
America........" the President began.

He went on to relate much of the entire story of the silo, John's
discovery of his surveillance and his idea for the ruse. The only part
that changed, was the women's connection with John, which was mentioned
only in conjunction with the Second Skin enterprise. He also detailed
John's idea for dealing with the homeless, his pledge of his royalties
and the building of the community surrounding the silo. The exact
location of the Silo was not revealed, but John had no doubt that the
press would soon know that. The President finished up with the story of
the fire-fight at the Salt Lake airport, the arrests of the foreign
agents and the announcement that the government was establishing its
own program for the homeless based upon John's recommendations.

The members of the press were flabbergasted over the whole story.
Camera's clicked and whirred left and right. The TV camera's panned the
gathered group on the platform behind the President.

"......And so, it gives me great pleasure to present these awards to
honor this outstanding group of people," the President concluded. The
Press secretary stepped up to announce the awards to each person as the
President turned to the silo group. They were motioned to their feet
and the President stepped down the line, pinning on the Medals and
shaking each person's hand as they were announced.

"*To Mr. John Stevens: The Presidential Medal of Freedom*." John was
flabbergasted. The Medal of Freedom was the highest honor that the
president could present to a private citizen. The President smiled at
John's chagrin and shook his hand.

"*To Lieutenant Kevin Waters: The Air Force Distinguished Service Medal
and the Purple Heart*." Theresa was brimming with pride as the
President pinned both medals on Kevin's dress uniform. Kevin stood at
attention, overwhelmed.

"*To William Howdy: The National Security Medal*." Bill stood stoically
as the President pinned on the Medal. The National Security Medal was
seldom awarded. One of the previous recipients being the late William
J. Donovan (winner of the Medal of Honor in WWI) for work at director
of the Office of Strategic Service (OSS).

"*To Sheila Jacobs and Theresa Foster: The Distinguished Civilian
Service Medal*." This medal provides distinctive recognition of
valuable public service in the national interest. It is awarded to
civilians not employed by the government who have rendered meritorious
service to the Department of Defense, the Secretary of Defense, or one
of the military departments.

"*To Sally Thompson, Jean Francis, Amy West, Alice West, Andrea West,
Mae Nakamura, Judy Bloom, Cindy Brooks and Candice Williams; The
Outstanding Civilian Service Medal*." This award is the junior grade of
the Distinguished Civilian Service Medal, given in non-life threatening
circumstances. The President's fingers shook a bit as he pinned the
medals on the triplets. Alice winked at him as his hand brushed her
breast. He smiled and moved down the line.

"*To Catarina Rothschild and Bianca Rothschild: The Legion of Merit;
Legionnaires grade Medal*." All higher grades of this award are
presented only to members of foreign governments and high ranking
military personnel.

"*To Shannon Lucy: The Meritorious Civilian Service Award*." The
President pinned the Medal on Ms. Lucy and shook her hand. Shannon
looked at him in question.

"We couldn't have you go away empty handed after a raging gun battle
took place on your estate," the President said, smiling.

"If you only knew what I was doing at the time, Mr. President," Shannon
replied quietly. The President nodded and chuckled. He turned to the
crowd.

"Distinguished members of Congress, Ladies and Gentlemen of the press,
I present you an outstanding group of people whom embody the highest
traditions of our land," said the President. Everybody was on their
feet applauding. Cameras clicked and whirred continuously for several
minutes.

"Now... I know Mr. Stevens hasn't had time to ask Miss Brooks about it,
and I hate to spring it upon Cindy suddenly like this. But he has
previously asked and she has accepted his proposal of marriage. If
Cindy has no objections; then I would be honored if they would agree to
a wedding here at the White House on Friday," he said, looking at
Cindy. Cindy looked at John, tears welling up in her eyes. He smiled at
her and she turned to the President and nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. President, we would be honored," Cindy said. Again the
crowd was on its feet in applause. The other women all crowded around
Cindy and hugged and kissed her. Bill and Kevin shook John's hand.
Kevin and Theresa joined hands and smiled at each other. Andrea moved
to Bill's side and took his. John motioned the President over. He
whispered something in his ear. The President smiled and nodded. John
pulled Kevin and Bill into a huddle and then Bill turned to Andrea and
Kevin to Theresa and conferred with them. Andrea threw her arms around
Bill's neck and kissed him hard in reply. Theresa did the same to
Kevin. The President took this as a yes.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am very pleased to announce that it will be a
*triple* wedding. Andrea has agreed to marry William and Theresa has
agreed to marry Kevin. My apologies to the other women, but it appears
that we have run out of eligible men for the moment," said the
President. Again the crowd went wild in applause. All the women kissed
and hugged everybody, doing their very best to keep it reserved. The
real kisses would come later.

"Now, I would be honored to offer all the recipients our hospitality at
the White House for the week. I'm sure we can find enough
accommodations for them all. I thank you all for coming," concluded the
President. He moved down the line and again congratulated them all.
Andrea hugged him, much to his chagrin and the Secret Services
discomfort. To *balance* things, the First Lady moved down the line and
hugged them all. Then the President and the First lady slipped back
inside. The Vice-President and his wife guided the recipients all
inside.

For the next week, the recipients were all over the international
press. In a separate ceremony at the White House, the Austrian
Ambassador awarded the *Austrian Gold Cross of Honor* to both Catarina
and Bianca. Other countries that had been trying to nail Sergei
Nickolov jumped in and showered the recipients with more honors and
Medals. It is highly doubtful that the White House had ever experienced
the level of sexual activity that occurred that week. Once the
situation with Bianca was explained to the First Lady, she gave her
unofficial permission to the group to deal with it as they thought
best. In fact she secretly desired to be a part of the cure. Much to
their surprise, the guests were given free run of the accommodations.

The White House staff turned a blind eye to all the musical bedroom
activity that went on. Cindy got her night in the Lincoln Bedroom, in
fact several. Then they let Kevin and Theresa and Bill and Andrea each
have it for a night. Lastly, Sally and Jean spent a night alone in the
old four poster. Nobody seemed to notice when Amy and Alice slipped
into the Lincoln bedroom on Bill's and Andrea's night.

The only evidence that the White House staff noticed any of the
activities, was that each morning the right number of breakfast plates
would show up at the right place. In reality, the staff was abuzz with
gossip over the activities. There were even betting pools over who
would share whose bed for the night. None of this leaked out, they all
had the positions they held because of the fact that they could be
discrete. The First lady quietly reminded a few of them of this fact.

During the day, the brides to be were escorted to the local Second Skin
salon, and at the First Lady's insistence, the finest designers were
given a free hand on the equipment to design the bridal gowns. Once
they learned the system, the designers turned out stunning outfits.
Hand stitching additional material to net body suits spun for each of
the brides.

Each evening there was a reception for the cream of the Diplomatic
crowd. Everybody who was anybody called in all favors to get on the
guest list and meet the famous guests. Sheila, Mae, Cindy, Theresa and
Sally took the opportunity to take names for special bullet proof
outfits for the diplomatic wives. The First Lady herself was not
forgotten on their lists.

"Do you get the impression that the First Lady is more than a little
curious about us?" Cindy whispered to Sheila at one of the receptions.
Sheila grinned and nodded.

"I think if she wasn't in the position she's in, that she would be very
interested. If she leaned any farther, she'd fall over," she whispered
back.

"Perhaps we could do something about that if they choose to visit us at
the Silo," Cindy said, quietly.

"Perhaps I can drop a few hints in that direction. If she seems open to
them," Sheila replied quietly. Cindy nodded. They had to break off the
conversation as the Austrian ambassador's wife approached them. One
night they all adjourned to the White House theatre for a preview of
Shannon's latest film. There were some steamy love scenes in it that
got the whole group warmed up for later. Including the President and
the First lady. They weren't immune to all the amorous activity around
them. That night they talked in bed.

"So, my love. Do we *dare* make a visit to the silo?" asked the First
Lady.

"You sure you want to?" asked the President.

"Quite sure. I know for a fact that you're more than a little intrigued
by the triplets," she said.

"You know I would never do anything about that," he said.

"Make you a deal. You don't ask what I do and I won't ask what you do.
I think the silo could provide us with a very nice vacation away from
prying eyes... if you can keep the Secret Service out," she said. The
President looked at her to see if she was serious. She was.

"Could still be dangerous. Their *inclinations* are bound to come out
in the press... I've already seen hints of it," he said.

"So... We're honoring a group of heroic citizens. What you lose in
moral majority votes you're sure to pick up from the gay community,"
she coaxed.

"Alright, I'll agree on one condition," he said.

"What's that?" she asked.

"That we share a night *together* with the triplets," he said. She
smiled.

"Deal!" she said, "Provided you don't have a Presidential heart attack
in the process."

"Deal. The muckity muck doctors at Walter Reed gave me a clean bill of
health last week," he said.

"I think that was for dealing with international crises, I doubt they
had in mind a night with the triplets," she chuckled. He pulled her to
him and kissed her deeply.

"My, you got as steamed up over that movie as I did," she chuckled,
moving over him. On Friday, the President had a *clean* copy of the
homeless bill on his desk as promised. He signed it in a garden
ceremony just before the wedding. Amid boundless rhetoric over joint
co-operation between the parties. The wedding ceremony was conducted by
the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.

The Brides looked stunning in their wedding gowns, right down to
filigreed lace gloves custom spun on their mannequins. (The gowns
opened a whole new specialty market for Second Skin. Each gown would
cost fifteen thousand dollars, if the buyers could get an appointment.
Sheila was very careful about this to insure that no payola helped
grease the machinery.) The First Lady's own hairdresser did the brides'
hair for them. John and Bill wore custom made Tuxedo's. Kevin his
custom made Dress uniform. The Air Force sent it's band and an honor
guard.

The couples lined up before the Chief Justice, the President making
three trips down the aisle to give the brides away. The First Lady
served as maid of honor. The Senate Majority leader, the Speaker of the
House (Vice-President) and the Secretary of State served as Best Men.
The Surgeon General stood by with smelling salts. Almost needed as all
parties involved were surprisingly nervous and jittery. John, not the
least of them. They jointly repeated their vows after the Justice read
them. When he pronounced them Men and Wives, John's hands shook as he
lifted Cindy's veil. Her emerald green eyes met him and he suddenly
stopped shaking. More sure than he'd ever been in his life as his lips
descended upon Cindy's. Their kiss was warm and deep. Perhaps a little
too deep for the comfort of the gathered dignitaries. John and Cindy
didn't seem to notice. The other couples were similarly engrossed.

When the couples finally pulled back, the President moved in to kiss
the brides. Much to his surprise, Andrea quickly slipped her tongue
between their lips. He covered well as he moved on to Theresa. The
First lady moved to kiss each of the grooms and the brides. John got
his own shock as she quickly slipped hers into his mouth. Cindy was
less surprised when she did the same to her. The actions were so quick
that nobody caught them. A *very* good thing.

Kevin and Theresa walked down an aisle between raised swords of the Air
Force Honor Guard. John and Cindy and Bill and Andrea were treated to
the same from the White House Honor Guard. Then the party began. It was
one of the biggest the White House had ever thrown. With a grand Ball
in the White House Ball room. The brides threw their bouquets, Candice,
Mae and Judy caught them.

'What am I doing?' Judy wondered. The newlywed couples starting off the
activities with a waltz.

"You know, you're kind of a hard act to follow," Cindy said to John as
they danced.

"So I guess you'd better keep me," he said.

"Just what I had in mind. I love you," she said.

"I love you too. Really, I would even if you were penniless," John
chuckled.

"Sure you do, I know you married me for my money," she chuckled.

"Why not. You've got more than I do now, lots more," he said.

"That was your choice love. Whatever I have is yours. *Everything* I
have is yours," she said.

"That's the part I was interested in. I just want you for your brain
and that luscious body," he said.

"Under that table after we cut the cakes?" she asked.

"I think the Lincoln Bedroom will suffice," he said.

"Are we booked in there again? I'm kind of worried over that bed.
Besides, it hardly seems fair to the others," Cindy said.

"That, my dear, is what worries me as well; not the bed part. The
fairness to the others part. If you'll remember, I've proposed to all
of you. There's no way I can match this for the others," John said.

"They don't mind. I've talked to them all already. They know that this
is all just political game playing. Fact is that they've all snuck into
the Lincoln Bedroom for their own private sessions on that bed over the
past week. The staff seems not to notice, but I'm sure we've raised
more than a few eyebrows," Cindy replied.

"Did the First Lady *French* you too?" he asked, quietly.

"Yup. And a more profound one when we made an official pit stop
afterwards," Cindy said.

"They're coming to the silo for a four day visit next month," John
said.

"Oh *that* should be interesting," Cindy chuckled.

"I'll say, ostensibly, you're fitting the First Lady for a bullet proof
wardrobe. I figure you can resurrect the prototype scanner as all the
others will be in service," John chuckled.

"You are *so bad*.... I love you," Cindy said.

"I love you too... Mrs. Stevens," John said. Cindy looked shocked. She
lay her head on John shoulder and fought off her tears.

"I never thought I'd get to hear that. Mrs. Stevens.... I like it," she
said.

"Want to hyphenate it? Cindy Brooks-Stevens?" he asked.

"Not on your life. My parents don't deserve the honor... you do," she
said.

"I noticed that they weren't present at the wedding," John said.

"No, the First Lady asked both Theresa and I about it. We both flatly
declined the offer to have them flown in. Fact is that we both said
we'd walk out on the deal if they did," Cindy said.

"Well, darling wife of mine, I think the President wants to dance with
you and the First Lady with me," John said, guiding them towards the
First couple.

"You behave yourself with her," Cindy teased.

"Tell that to her!" John said, laughing as the waltz ended. John bowed
deeply to Cindy and she curtsied in response. John had stopped in front
of the First couple and took the opportunity to again kiss his bride
before releasing her to the President. He bowed to the First Lady and
she moved to him as Cindy and the President danced away with the next
waltz.

"My, such passion. Are you always that way with your women?" asked the
First Lady about the kiss, once they were safely out on the dance floor
again.

"Always," John replied.

"I'm quite looking forward to our visit next month," she said,
demurely.

"I promise you a *very* enjoyable time," John replied, smiling. She
gripped his hand and side a little tighter as they danced.

"How long does this dance last, Mr. President?" Cindy asked.

"Why, am I that bad a dancer?" he asked. Cindy laughed.

"No, Mr. President. You are an excellent dancer. I meant the Ball
itself," she said.

"Thank you, comes from dancing with quite a few diplomat's wives with
big feet. I had to learn to keep my toes safe. You are a good dancer
yourself. In answer to your question; a few hours. You and John can
sneak off after the first hour and a half," he said.

"I wasn't thinking of that, Mr. President. I was thinking of the other
women. I know that they'd truly love to dance with each other in the
White House Ballroom. I don't think that would be a good idea with the
assembled crowd. Any chance for a little private party afterwards?"
Cindy asked.

"I'll see to it. In the meantime, they will find many attractive
members of the White House honor guard very willing to dance with them.
I'll make a point of dancing with each of them myself too. But I think
we can shoo the diplomats out and then come back for a little private
party later. Good enough?" he asked.

"Yes, Thank you, Mr. President. That's very kind of you," Cindy said.

"No problem, especially for guests as lovely as you women," he said.

"Why, Mr. President. Are you making a pass at me?" Cindy teased.

"Not an official one, of course. Call me Tom," he said.

"Well thank you, Tom. I'm *unofficially* flattered," she chuckled.

"Such scandalous behavior from a married woman," he teased.

"Tell that to your wife. She *unofficially* checked my tonsils a little
while ago," Cindy chuckled.

"Did she now? You know, I've been married to that woman for fifteen
years and I never had a clue that she had those kind of inclinations,"
he mused.

"You're not upset about that, I hope?" Cindy asked.

"On the contrary... The past week our love life has taken a decided
turn for the better. I attribute that to you folk's inspiration," the
President said.

"Glad to be of service... " Cindy chuckled, "I'll bet the White House
has never seen the likes of us before."

"You'd be partially wrong about that. Oh, certainly not all at once,
like this past week. But during many earlier administrations there was
a whole lot of *unofficial* hanky panky. Certainly nothing like this
since the press declared open season on politicians' personal lives,"
he said.

"Oh, I figured those creaks got into that magnificent bed in the
Lincoln bedroom some way," Cindy chuckled.

"It does creak, doesn't it?" he mused.

"Why, Mr. President Tom. Have you been fooling around in the Lincoln
Bedroom?" Cindy asked, teasing.

"One of Muriel's first official acts as First Lady was to drag me in
there and close the door," he chuckled.

"Well, if it wasn't my wedding night... and you didn't have the Secret
Service and that damn officer carrying the *Football* around behind
your every step, I'd be inclined to do the same to you," Cindy said.

"Why thank you. That's the best *almost* offer I've had in years," he
said.

"And when you come visit... I trust that we can keep them restricted to
the first floor?" Cindy asked.

"They'll both bitch about it. But count on it. I'm certain I'd be safe
with you folks," said the President.

"Oh, we make no such promise. But if you expire, it will be from *very*
natural causes," Cindy chuckled. The music ended.

"Thank you for a lovely dance, Mrs. Stevens," said the President,
bowing to her.

"You are quite welcome, Mr. President," Cindy replied, curtsying.

"Don't let the feminists see you doing that," he chuckled.

"Fuck them! Mr. President. Good manners never go out of style," Cindy
replied.

"Quite so. Quite so," he smiled. He moved off to dance with the other
brides along with John. Cindy and the First lady moved to dance with
the other grooms. After a few dances, the other couples joined them on
the dance floor. Each of the other women accepting a handsome Honor
Guard as her partner. When he could the President moved off to give
instructions to his staff about the private party after the official
ball.

After a requisite period of time, the President slipped off with the
First lady. This was the cue of the diplomats to excuse themselves.
They did so slowly, each making a point of wishing the brides and
grooms best of luck. Their wives literally dragging their husbands away
thinking they were doing the brides a favor. They were. After the last
couple left, the staff moved around and closed the curtains, like they
were shutting down for the night. The President and the First lady
returned and the doors were shut.

To start things off, they each walked up and asked one of the single
triplets to dance. Alice got the First Lady. Amy, the President. Seeing
the First Lady dancing with Alice, the other women turned and chose
partners. Soon the dance floor was again filled with unlikely couples.
The military orchestra was turned away from the dancers. Only the
conductor actually saw what was going on. But all of them had been
notified that if a single word of the evening's later events leaked
out, that they would be serving the rest of their tours of duty at the
far end of the Aleutian Islands. They shivered a bit at the thought and
played on.

Only after everybody got to dance with everybody did the President and
First lady make their farewells for the night. The orchestra was
dismissed and not a single White House staff was in sight when the
first couple hugged and kissed everybody goodnight. More than a few
tonsils got checked and many oral promises were made. Then the First
couple slipped off and the staff reappeared to direct the others to
their sleeping quarters.

To say the least, John and Cindy tested the glued joints on Lincoln's
bed real hard. It creaked loudly, but held. They didn't get much sleep.
Neither did the other newlyweds. Bill the least of them, as the other
two triplets had an adjoining bedroom connected by a joint bathroom.
After their *inaugural* ride, the other two slipped in and
congratulated the couple in their own manner. Even the President didn't
get much sleep. He'd never seen the First Lady so turned on in the
whole time they'd been married. He responded in kind. It was a late
night throughout the White House. Cindy lay in John's arms. Playing her
fingertips in his sparse chest hair.

"I didn't think it would feel different... but it does," she said.

"Disappointed?" John asked.

"Not a bit. It feels *better*. Just knowing I've got you from now on,"
she said. John pulled her to him and they kissed, as man and wife.
Elsewhere the other newlyweds were doing the same.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 89

The Newlyweds were served a late breakfast by the White House staff.
The cooks had prepared Monte Cristo's all around, along with Champagne
orange juice (Mimosas) and the richest French Roasted coffee on earth.

"Where did they find out about this?" John asked.

"I guess from me. I happened to mention to the First Lady what your
favorite breakfast was," Cindy said.

"Well, thank you, Mrs. Stevens," John said. Cindy moved into his lap
and kissed him.

"Quite welcome, husband of mine. I must say that the Champagne orange
juice never tasted so good," she said, taking another sip.

"I doubt it will again ether, it's probably made with Dom Perignon,"
John said.

"Your tax dollars at work," Cindy chuckled, downing her glass.

"So where do you want to go on our honeymoon?" John asked.

"All arranged, husband of mine. Heather's expecting us in Minnesota.
She promised us two weeks of the best debauchery to be had on the
planet," Cindy said.

"That so, wife of mine? Perhaps I'll just keep you to myself for the
two weeks," he said.

"Suit yourself. I'm agreeable. But I doubt you could pass up those
magnificent breasts. She quite enjoyed the attention we gave them last
time. I wouldn't want to disappoint her," Cindy said.

"You have a point. You certain you want company on our honeymoon?" he
asked.

"Quite certain. Oh, I expect *exemplary* performance out of you,
besides, husband of mine. But I want a little something available to
nibble on after I tucker you out," she said.

"That little remark is going to cost you. I feel another marathon
coming on," John chuckled. Cindy sighed.

"No please. I knew you'd think I wanted that. But I don't. What I want
is two weeks of gentle lovemaking at our leisure. With a lovely woman
joining us as the whim hits us all. I don't know if you understand
about Heather and I," she said, softly.

"So explain it to me," John said.

"Well... Sally's got Jean. Sheila's got Catarina. The triplets in
general have Bill. Theresa's got Kevin, Mae and Candice have paired
off. Shannon's got Bianca, Judy's got *everybody*... Anyway, we all
love you dearly, but it feels like everybody else has a special
relationship that they share with another *besides* you. Everybody
*but* me," she said.

"You have a good relationship with everybody yourself. I know you share
a special relationship with both Theresa and Sally," John said.

"That's just what I mean. They each have someone really special to them
besides," Cindy said.

"And Heather is your someone special?" John asked. Cindy nodded against
him.

"Well, I certainly don't object if my new bride wants to share our bed
with one of the most desirable women on the planet. Your happiness is
what I desire most," John said.

"I know that. And I love you for it," she said.

"Cool, let's get married," he said.

"We did, on the White House lawn. The Chief Justice of the Supreme
court read our vows to us. Remember?" she said.

"That really happened? I thought it was all a dream," John said.

"Almost every minute of my time with you has seemed that way to me,"
Cindy said, snuggling to him.

"Perhaps we have time for one last session on President Lincoln's bed,"
John suggested. Cindy nodded, but just then there was a quiet knock on
the door. Cindy moaned softy and then shrugged and snagged their robes
for them. Once they were fastened, John said, "Come in." It was the
First Lady.

"I'm sorry to intrude. The staff said they had served you breakfast. I
hope I'm not interrupting?" she said.

"No, of course not, Muriel. Please, come in," Cindy said, starting to
get up. John did too.

"No please, sit down. I won't stay long. I can just sit on the bed
here.... I have fond memories of this bed. I'll bet you two will as
well," she said. She had pushed the door shut behind her before she
moved to the bed and sat down and slowly crossed her legs, facing the
couple at the table. She had what looked like a handkerchief in her
hand.

"Yes, we certainly will," Cindy said, barely recovering her voice.

"I just came in to say goodbye and wish you both the best of luck in
your marriage. I have to leave to make an appointment in Hawaii for
tomorrow morning. But I wanted you both to know I'm quite looking
forward to our visit to your silo next month," the First Lady said,
changing her legs again, slowly.

"And we're quite looking forward to it as well. I think we can promise
you a *very* enjoyable time," John said.

"Yes, I'm quite certain you mean it. Well, I'd better be going," she
said, slowly uncrossing her legs and moving to stand. Cindy turned her
chair a bit and slowly crossed her legs in the direction of the bed.
John did the same. The First Lady sat back down a moment, then blushed
and rose shakily to her feet.

"I've never known these..... Well, I have enjoyed having you all here,"
she said.

"Thank you, it was a pleasure staying here," Cindy said, standing and
letting her robe slip open a bit before she slowly retied it. John did
the same. The First Lady smiled at them both and then moved to hug
Cindy. She went to pull back but Cindy pulled her into a long kiss. The
First Lady blushed, but returned the kiss. John moved to their side and
the First Lady turned to him.

"I guess a hug would be inappropriate," John said, extending his hand.
His robe slipped open and he made no move to close it.

"Oh, I think it would be in order," said the First Lady, moving to him.
She lifted her head and he kissed her. He wasn't the least surprised
when her tongue met his. He did his very best to make it memorable. She
quivered a bit before he released her, then she was wobbly on her feet.
John slowly retied his robe.

"I think you two have time for one last round on that wonderful bed. I
look forward to seeing you both next month," the First Lady said,
breathlessly.

"Thank you for your hospitality," John said.

"Yes, thank you for *everything*," Cindy said.

"You are both quite welcome... to *everything*," said the First Lady,
winking at them. She slipped out and closed the door behind her. John
and Cindy sat down heavily.

"It wasn't my imagination. The First Lady just flipped us both a
*beaver shot?*" Cindy asked.

"Yes dear, and we each flipped one back," John said, pouring another
cup of the outstanding coffee. Cindy poured another big glass of the
Mimosa. She took a big swig.

"Life with you certainly seems to have it's unforgettable moments," she
said.

"Guess that's why you married me," John chuckled.

"One of the reasons. Come on. I fear she would be greatly disappointed
if we didn't do one more round on that bed," Cindy said.

"One mustn't disappoint the First Lady," John said, moving towards the
bed.

"No, one mustn't," Cindy said, casting her robe aside.

"Oh, she left her handkerchief," Cindy said, picking it up. It wasn't a
handkerchief, it was a pair of white satin monogrammed panties.

"Maybe she thought we needed inspiration," John chuckled. Cindy sniffed
at them and giggled. Then she pulled them onto herself.

"Just pull them aside when you need," she said.

"I'll need in about two minutes," John said.

"Oh? You don't want to sample the bouquet?" Cindy chuckled.

"Yes, for about two minutes. Then I want to sample yours," John said.
Perhaps it was the panties, or perhaps it was their last time in the
magnificent historical bed, but their last session was their best
session... not counting their first as man and wife the previous
evening. They showered and dressed and went down to join the others.

The President himself saw them off. The men all shook his hand and
thanked him. The women all hugged and kissed him. Briefly, as there
were other staff about. Andrea still managed to get the tip of her
tongue between his lips. He wasn't surprised when Amy and Alice did
too.

"I look forward to visiting you all next month," said the President.

"Thank you, Mr. President. Thank you for everything," John said,
shaking his hand, "We look forward to seeing you next month as well."
The President walked them out to the Helicopter. Everybody's luggage
was already on board. They boarded and the President stepped back as
the pilot wound up the turbine. The flight to the Airforce base was
interestingly quiet. John broke it.

"So, Bill. Where are you going on your Honeymoon?" he asked.

"Camp David. The President has graciously given us the use of his cabin
for two weeks," Bill replied.

"That was nice of him," John said.

"Very nice. Very nice indeed. Did you perchance happen to look at any
of the presents we received?" Bill asked.

"Why.. no. Not really," John said.

"There's a not so small fortune there for each of us. One of mine was
an envelope containing the deed to a town house on the Potomac," Bill
mused.

"You're kidding," John said.

"Nope. Seems they want me to be comfortable whenever I'm in Washington
D.C.," Bill said.

"Who gave you that?" John asked.

"The Russian President. Delivered by their ambassador. There was a note
saying; *For a game well played*," Howdy chuckled.

"Stranger things have happened," John said.

"Not usually to me," Bill said.

"Excuse me, Sir. I couldn't help overhearing. Here's a list of the
presents we loaded for everybody," said a steward, handing John a piece
of paper. John thanked him and perused the list. He busted out
laughing.

"What?" Bill asked.

"I got title to a deluxe motor home and compact car... -A small
Masarati- to tow behind it," John said.

"The Russians?" Bill asked. John nodded.

"I must say, they're good sports about losing," Bill said.

"I'm not so sure they lost," John said.

"How so?" Bill asked.

"I think we probably did their image a world of good when we took
Nickolov away from them. They're probably glad to be rid of him. I
think that maybe they were more afraid of him than we were. He
represented the old system. Now they can move on to the new system,"
John said.

"You might be right," Bill said. The women sat together in a different
section.

"You'll never believe what I have on," Cindy whispered to Sheila.

"Let me guess. A pair of monogrammed panties," Sheila giggled. Cindy
was dumbfounded.

"How?" she said.

"I have my own pair. She came and visited us last night, just as we
were turning in," Sheila said, quietly.

"She left you a pair too?" Cindy asked, quietly.

Sheila leaned and whispered into Cindy's ear, "She let me remove them
myself."

"You *didn't?*" Cindy asked shocked.

"No, not what you're asking. I think she was afraid to stay that long.
But we let her remove ours. She was so worried about it she wore them
out, both pairs," Sheila giggled, quietly.

"Who was with you last night?" Cindy asked.

"Just Sally, then. Shannon joined us later," Sheila said.

"So she got to see both you and Sally's cute little units?" Cindy asked
in a whisper.

"All three of us. She came back this morning with another pair for each
of them. She collected a pair from Shannon in the process," Sheila
whispered back.

"Should be a *very* interesting time when they come visit next month,"
Cindy mused quietly.

"I'll say. I think we *all* have on monogrammed panties," Sheila
giggled.

"*All?*" Cindy gasped. Sheila nodded.

"God, I hope she doesn't have crabs," Cindy mused quietly. Sheila
busted out laughing.

"That I doubt," she finally managed when she recovered.

"What's so funny?" John asked from the rear.

"I'll tell you about it later, dear heart," Cindy chuckled. John
shrugged.

"You did *what?*" the President asked the First Lady. She hadn't really
had to leave that early to make it to Hawaii. She could leave at
midnight, get a good sleep and still make her appointment on time
because of the time zones.

"I gave each of the girls a pair of my panties. You wanted the trip to
the silo to be memorable. I just insured it," she said.

"You just left them in their rooms?" he asked.

"Only the newlyweds rooms. I let the others take them off themselves,"
she said.

"Take them off, themselves, what all of them? How did you do that?" he
asked.

"It was only fair. They let me take theirs off. I just came back and
put on a new pair between visits," she said.

"That explains all that coming and going last night.. and this morning.
They let you take theirs off?" he asked.

"It also explains why I was so damn hot last night. Yes, they let me
take theirs off. Actually we traded. I wore theirs back each time.
Sometimes two at a time," she said.

"My god. What if they talk?" he said.

"I don't think there is any danger of that. I doubt I ever met a more
ethical group of people in my life. Not at all like politicians," the
First Lady giggled.

"You got to see all of them?" the President asked.

"Yes dear, every single one of them. They're all as cute as your
deepest fantasies. Most of them clean shaven. The others neatly
trimmed. And I'm fairly dripping myself. What say we meet in the
Lincoln Bedroom in ten minutes?" she said.

"I can't. I have a meeting in five minutes with the SecState," he
replied.

"Oh pooh. What fun is it being the most powerful man on earth if you
can't sneak away for a nooner every now and then? It is Sunday, you
know," she said. The President looked at her.

"Tell you what. You go ahead. I'll meet you there as soon as I can get
rid of him," he said.

"Okay, but you better hurry. I've got Amy's panties on and my legs are
about to turn blue. They fit her *very* well and she's a lot smaller
than I am," the First Lady giggled.

"Amy's panties?" he asked. She nodded and lifted her skirt to show him.
They were indeed tight... and *very* sexy. "I'll be there as fast as I
can," he said, heading out the door. The First Lady picked up the phone
and called down to the staff. The call was answered by the chief
steward.

"The President and I will be napping in the Lincoln Bedroom for the
next two or three hours. We are not to be disturbed unless it is a
national emergency," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," the Chief Steward replied. He grinned as he hung up the
phone. He held his hand out to the head Chef.

"Lincoln Bedroom?" the Chef asked. The Steward nodded.

"How the hell did you know that?" asked the Chef, reaching for his
wallet.

"Just a hunch," replied the Steward, collecting his fifty dollars.

The First Lady turned down the bed and found one of Cindy's
undergarments. Actually, it was a very thin body suit, which she
normally wore instead of underwear. The First Lady held it up and the
shape clearly defined Cindy's pubic area and breasts, right down to the
dents for her nipples. Cindy was about her same size, so the outfit
should fit her. That wasn't what bothered the first lady. She stashed
the garment in her purse and stepped into the hall. She flagged a maid.

"Did you change the bedding in here today?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. Right after they went downstairs," the maid replied.

"Did they come back up?" the First Lady asked.

"Miss Brooks... I mean Mrs. Stevens did. She said she wanted one last
look at the room. For the memories. I didn't think it would matter. I
let her in. Is something missing, Ma'am? Did I do wrong?" the maid
asked.

"No, you did just fine. She must have sat on the bed. It was just a bit
wrinkled. I was just concerned whether or not the bedding had been
changed," replied the First Lady.

"Yes, Ma'am. I changed it myself. I checked the room after she left. I
didn't see any wrinkles. I'm sorry, Ma'am," said the maid, concerned.

"You did just fine. It may have been my imagination. You can go on
about your duties now. The President and I will be napping in here for
the afternoon."

"Yes, Ma'am," the maid said, curtsying despite her instructions to the
contrary. She turned and headed down the hall, hiding her smirk. The
First Lady went back and closed the door behind her. She held up
Cindy's body suit again.

"This makes it a full set," she mused, pleased with the idea. She
stashed the outfit again and began to strip off her clothes. She
crawled into the bed. Despite the clean bedding, the bed still held the
aroma of the couple from the night before. The First Lady stretched and
inhaled deeply. The President knocked lightly and she bade him enter.
When she saw it was him, she cast the bedding aside. She lay nude
except for the extra tight panties she wore. The President smiled and
stepped to the bed.

"I really shouldn't be doing this, I have work to do," he said.

"My darling husband. I've been with you thick or thin for the past
fifteen years. I didn't notice when you came home smelling of another
woman's perfume when you were supposed to be out with a bunch of other
Senators working on a bill. But if you don't get in this bed this very
minute, you'll be trying to get re-elected as a divorced man. Clear
enough?" she said. He was enough of a politician to know when he was
outmaneuvered. She really never had said a word about his
indiscretions. He was silly enough to think that she hadn't noticed. He
turned and locked the door and then pulled off his clothes.

"That's better, Mr. President," she teased. Later she lay snuggled to
his side, twirling Amy's panties on her fingers, playfully.

"You never said a word about it before. I thought you didn't know. I
haven't done anything for years," he said.

"I knew. You didn't marry me because I was stupid. You knew I graduated
Magna Cum Lauda," she said.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" he asked.

"Because I wanted to be married to the President of the United States.
I am. If I'd said anything, I might not have been," she said.

"Why tell me now?" he asked.

"'Cause I got the impression earlier that you were maybe thinking of
getting cold feet about the trip to the silo. I don't want that to
happen. Basically, what I'm telling you, is that it's my turn. I like
those people. What I said earlier about them being the most ethical
people I ever met.. it's true. I want them to be our friends. Besides
the fact that I'm more than a little curious about ... the women," she
said, lightly drawing the panties over her breasts.

"And what if their bisexuality becomes a big deal in the press?" the
President asked.

"Then, dear heart, you'd better think of something. 'Cause I aim to be
their friend no matter what happens," she said.

"It could end my career," he said.

"Not likely. You've got another year to go before re-election. Your
popularity is the highest it's ever been. You owe a good part of that
to those people. That homeless program is a brilliant idea, and you
know it. Fact is that I think you owe some loyalty to them.
*Especially* if the press decides to tear into them," she said.

"The moral majority would never stand for it," he said. She looked at
him sharply.

"You know yourself, that the moral majority is neither moral, nor the
majority. They're just very vocal. The very thing that those people at
the silo believe in, is exactly what America stands for. That nobody,
not the moral majority, the Pope, or the American Nazi party has the
*right* to tell other people how they should live their lives. Not by
force or coercion. Not the press and not the President. You once knew
that. That's why I married you. Perhaps you are not the man I thought
you were...." she said, dropping her eyes.

"You're asking me to defend a small group of people against the status
quo of a whole nation," he said.

"A small heroic group of people whom I listened to you say just a week
ago exemplified the highest traditions of America. I believe that is
true. Don't you? Didn't you when you presented those awards? Have you
ever met a group of people who were *more* deserving of those awards?
Just last year I watched you present that Freedom Award to a whole
group of people who didn't have one iota of the qualities that John
Stevens does. That's the highest award that you can present to a
civilian. Personally I felt ashamed that you didn't have a higher one
to present to him because it put him in the same category as that group
last year.

"That inner city Reverend, for example. The one that they later found
siphoning off funds into his own bank account. Stealing from the very
people he was purporting to help. Did anybody ask for his Medal back?
While John Stevens pledges millions of his *own* money to help the
homeless and presents you with a plan that saves your political ass in
the process while giving this country a means of dealing with a problem
that's been growing like a wild fire," Muriel said, virtually shouting
at the end, starting to sob.

"Settle down, you don't know what you're saying," he said.

"I know *exactly* what I'm saying!" she spat. Climbing out of bed and
pulling on her clothes.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I have a plane to catch so that I can be in Hawaii tomorrow morning to
meet with a group of school children. A group that is bound to be full
of questions about a group of heroes that were just presented at the
White House. I have no idea how I'm going to face them knowing it was a
hypocritical asshole who presented those heroes with their Medals," she
said, storming out. The President lay there stunned. He'd never heard
or seen such passion in his wife in the whole time of their marriage.
The problem was, she was right. He dressed and went after her. He found
her in her bedroom packing.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"About what?" she snapped.

"About everything. I didn't know you felt that strongly about it," he
said.

"Well I do!" she said.

"Can we talk about it?" he asked.

"Make it quick. I've got a plane to catch." she said, continuing her
packing.

"We've got stewards to do that," he said.

"You know that I've never used them. I've always packed my own bags,"
she said.

"I know. You were always a strong willed woman. That's why I married
you," he said.

"Because I'm strong willed? Why, so you could feel more important
dominating me?" she asked.

"No, so you could remind me at times like this just what it *means* to
be a President," he said. She stopped and looked up at him. He seemed
to be sincere. "Look maybe it won't become an issue...." he began. She
looked at him disgustedly and went back to her packing. "But if it
does... I'll stand behind them," he said. She looked back at him,
suspiciously. "It might mean the end of my term of office... but if it
does, I'd rather lose the office than you," he said. She dropped what
she was doing and moved into his arms. She hugged him tightly and then
kissed him.

"Now *that's* the man I married," she said.

"What time is your flight?" he asked.

"We've got time," she said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 90

The group said their farewells at the Airforce base. Bill and Andrea
and Kevin and Theresa were headed off to Camp David. Hugs and kisses
were exchanged all around. John shook Kevin's and Bill's hands and
kissed Andrea and Theresa. He lingered a moment with Theresa.

"Well, pumpkin. I guess this is it. You're all grown up and now you've
found your dream man," John said.

"I found *another* dream man. I hope I still have you too," Theresa
said.

"You will always have me... as long as I last," he said.

"That will be a while yet," she said.

"Maybe.. My point being that you are a grown woman now. When you come
home next, it will be as a grown adult with her husband. As such you
should have a place of your own," he said.

"You're kicking me out?" she asked in alarm.

"No, love. I just wanted you to know that you will have a place of your
own when you get back. That spot you and Kevin liked out by the
mountains. It's yours. My wedding present to you," John said. Theresa
hugged him tightly and began weeping on his shoulder.

"Thank you, John. I'll always love you," she said, pulling herself
away. John let her.

"Andrea, you and Bill have your own spot waiting when you come pick it
out," John said.

"I don't understand," Andrea said.

"Kevin and Theresa fell in love with a little spot on the property I
own. I just gave them that spot as a wedding present. You and Bill can
pick out your own piece of land when you get back," John said.

"My own piece of land?" Andrea asked, getting teary eyed.

"Yes, dear. Your very own," he said. Andrea hugged him and kissed him
before Bill pulled her off, sobbing herself. John watched as they
reboarded the Helicopter. Cindy moved to his side and kissed his cheek.

"You're a good man, John," she said, snuggling to his side.

"Hardly equal to a Townhouse on the Potomac," John mused.

"You gave them much more than that... you gave them a *home*," Cindy
said. John looked at her and nodded. "Come on dear, we better get on
board ourselves," she said, leading him. Sheila moved to his other
side.

"You okay?" she asked. John stretched his arm around her shoulder.

"Yes, love. I'm fine. Just watching some of my girls grow up," John
said. Sheila kissed his cheek and nodded. The executive jet now had
multiple stops to make. New York for Shannon, Sheila, Catarina, Bianca
and Sally and Jean, Minnesota for John and Cindy, Salt Lake for Judy,
Amy and Alice and then San Francisco for Mae and Candice. The first leg
was a relatively short hop. They saved time by making their farewells
on the plane.

"We'll see all of you in about three weeks," John said.

"You want to see us back at the Silo now that you are married?"
Catarina asked.

"I thought we had made it clear that you were now part of the family,"
Cindy said.

"Well, yes. But I thought that you marrying John may have changed
that," Catarina said. Cindy pulled her into her arms.

"You listen up. John and I getting married at the White House was all
just part of a big politics game. It doesn't change the way either of
us feels about any of you. He's proposed to each and every one of you.
I intend to see he keeps that promise," Cindy said. Catarina smiled and
kissed her. Then Cindy pushed her towards John and he held her tight
while she did the same with Bianca.

"How are you doing?" Cindy asked.

"I am doing well. I hardly have any cravings now..... except for the
feel of those I love in my arms. I think I will always crave that,"
Bianca replied.

"I hope you never get over that," Cindy chuckled, pulling her into a
soft kiss. Bianca hugged her tightly before moving on to John. Sheila
moved into Cindy's arms.

"Well, boss. I'm due for a pay cut. Our sales have exceeded the point
where my percentage is too much," Sheila said.

"Well, you'll just have to wait till Theresa and I are back together so
we can talk about it," Cindy smiled.

"Thank you again for saving my life," Bianca told John.

"You are quite welcome. You have a good time in New York. I want to see
you back at the Silo in three weeks. I think that we need to schedule a
trip to Austria for you and Catarina and Cindy and I," John said.

"Yes, it would be nice to see my birthplace again.... but my *home* is
here.... with you," Bianca said.

"Thank you. You have a good time in New York. Don't drool too much over
those lovely ladies you'll be scanning," John said. Sheila was waiting
in the wings. Bianca moved off and she moved in.

"Hey, sailor. Off again with one of your lovelies?" she said.

"Seems I'm stuck with a bunch of them," John said.

"Seems you like it. I do too.... Thank you. You promised me a whirl
wind life. You've made good that promise. I'm just sorry I missed the
Lincoln Bedroom with you," Sheila said. John kissed her softly.

"May happen yet, you never know," he said.

"No, with you I never do know.... except that you love me and I love
you," she chuckled.

"What more does a person need?" John asked.

"Just love and time. I'll see you in three weeks," she said. So it
followed with Sally, Jean and Shannon. The farewells started almost as
soon as they had lifted off and lasted till the lights flashed to re-
belt for touchdown. After the plane taxied to the ramp there were still
kisses all around. John and Cindy made their farewells to the others on
the slightly longer hop between New York and Minneapolis.

"I don't know who I'm more worried about; with you alone with Alice and
Amy. The mind boggles. Try not to kill each other. Call my cell if you
need anything," John told Judy.

"We'll be fine. After the past three weeks... it will seem like a
vacation of our own," Judy said.

"Oh, didn't I treat you right in the week before we headed to
Washington?" John teased.

"More than right. Outstanding.... Thank you for making me a woman," she
said.

"You were a woman long before I came along," he said.

"Maybe, but I've felt more like one ever since," she said, hugging him
tightly. Alice snuggled in John's lap.

"You be good... or at least be careful," he said.

"Haven't I always been good?" she teased.

"Yes, love. You've always been excellent," John said, kissing her
softly. Amy was next, followed by Mae and Candice. "Sorry you decided
to stay with me?" John asked Candice.

"Not a bit. You sorry I've spent so much time with Mae?" she asked.

"Not a bit. I'm thrilled that you found someone so special to you," he
said.

"You were all of that. But now I've got her too.... I'll always be
grateful to you. I owe you my life," she said.

"Your love is way overpayment," John said.

"You will always have that... is my life worth so little?" she teased.

"No, your love is worth so much," he replied. They barely got through
another round of kissing when they had to belt in for Minneapolis. They
still got in another round before John and Cindy could get off the
plane. Heather Jones met them, wearing a wig and sunglasses to hide her
identify. They didn't do a thing to hide the fact that she really was
one of the most desired women on the planet from her exposure in the
movies. She was well deserving of the role. She moved in and hugged and
kissed them both.

"Come on. Before the news hounds spot us. You two have been on the
cover of every newspaper in the country for the past week," Heather
said. A steward from the executive jet set their luggage next to them,
saving them the hassle of baggage claim. They thanked him. He wouldn't
accept a tip from John.

"No, sir. The least I can do. I'd be honored to shake your hand
though," he said. John shook his hand warmly. "You seem to have your
hands pretty full, sure you can handle the bags?" joked the steward.

"I'll get a cart," John chuckled.

"Better hurry. I think those are reporters heading this way," said the
steward. They were. Everybody snatched bags and they headed down the
concourse, fielding questions.

"No, no we're not here on business. We're on our honeymoon," Cindy
said.

"Mr. and Mrs. Stevens are good friends. I invited them so they would
have a place to get away from people like you," Heather said.

"Yes, it was very nice staying at the White House. President and Mrs.
Wilson are very nice people," John said.

"How did it feel getting married in the White House?" a reporter asked
Cindy. She stopped a moment and turned to him.

"Like a dream... Like every moment has been since I first met John
Stevens," she said, then they moved on and would answer no further
questions. The drive to Heather's estate was just long enough for John
to nod off to sleep.

"It really must seem like a dream," Heather said to Cindy.

"Yes. I told that reporter the truth. Every moment since I met John has
seemed like a dream," Cindy said.

"You sure you still want to spend time with me?" Heather asked, half
teasing. Cindy looked at her and softly touched her cheek.

"Yes, you're part of that dream... a very important part," she said.

"Really?" Heather asked in surprise.

"Yes, love. Really.  John asked me to explain it to him just yesterday.
I didn't really understand it myself until I did. The others each have
someone really special to them, besides John. You're *my* someone
special *besides* him," Cindy explained.

"I can live with that. I feel the same about you," Heather said.

"I've been quite looking forward to this time with you," Cindy said.

"So tell me about the White House," Heather said.

"You would not *believe*.. What say you come back to the Silo with us
for a couple of weeks when we leave here? I promise you it will be
*very* entertaining," Cindy said.

"You're on. Now tell me about the White House," Heather said.

"The bed in the Lincoln bedroom creaks......." Cindy began. The others
relaxed a bit on the flight to Salt Lake City. John had called ahead to
insure that those stopping off at the silo would have a helicopter
waiting. Mae and Candice made a leisurely farewell to Judy and the two
remaining triplets. Judy between them and one each of the triplets on
their lap. They shifted seats when the pilot turned on the seatbelt
light for his approach. It was a bit bumpy coming in, as a storm front
had just passed. Candice held Alice's hand to reassure her. Amy did her
best to act brave, but Mae took her hand as well. There was a sigh of
relief from the matching women when the plane finally touched down.

"Now you two.... have fun. It's not my place anymore to tell you to be
good. You wouldn't listen anyway," Candice told Amy and Alice.

"I'll watch over them. They'll be fine," Judy said.

"And who will watch over you?" Mae chuckled.

"We will," Amy and Alice answered in unison.

"Like the Lioness watching the cute little antelopes," Mae mused.
Kisses were exchanged all around while the considerable amount of
luggage and packages from the wedding were transferred to the
helicopter. John had notified them ahead of time that there was a large
cargo load. So the helicopter company brought out the *Dolphin*, a
larger sized helicopter similar to the one the coast guard uses.

Even so it was packed. The pilot snagged a cargo net and separated out
the packages that could handle the weather and a small jolt and loaded
them into the net, connecting it to the bottom of the helicopter by a
cable. The women boarded and strapped in while the plane taxied out
once more. They were on different runways and each lifted almost the
same instant. The helicopter peeling off to the South-West. 'My, this
is luxury,' Mae mused. Her and Candice had the plane all to themselves.

"Would you care for something to eat? We've got plenty. It will just go
to waste otherwise," one of the stewards offered. This rubbed Candice
the wrong way. She hated to see anything go to waste.

"What have you got?" she asked.

"Some very nice roast beef," answered the steward.

"Gosh, I'm not really hungry right now, but I hate to see it go to
waste. Can't you folks take it home with you or something?" Candice
asked.

"We eat very well as it is. Perhaps a bit too well. How about I make
you up a bunch of sandwiches that you can take with you? It really is
very lean roast beef," offered the steward.

"That would be nice of you," Candice said.

"How many would you like?" asked the steward.

"It doesn't matter. Just use it up if you'd like," Candice said.

The steward smiled at her and said, "O-kay." He went off chuckling. A
funny sound was developing on the right side of the plane, just below
the threshold of consciousness for the passengers, but of instant
concern to the flight crew. A short time later one of the flight crew
made his way back and looked out a side window.

"Is something wrong?" Mae asked. The crewman looked at her and then
seemed to notice that there was only two passengers on board.

"Nothing serious. I think we're losing a bearing on number three
engine. Don't worry, we have four. We can land safely with just one or
two. The only danger is that sometimes they seize and fly apart. I
think we'll shut this one down though. We've got a very light load and
we'll hardly miss it," he said.

"So what does that mean to you? Are you worried?" Candice asked.

"No, not in the slightest. Let me just go shut it down and then I'll
come back and talk to you," he said, turning and walking forward to the
cockpit again. A short time later part of the noise from that side of
the plane faded a bit as the engine spun down. The other engines
changed pitch as the pilot compensated with both throttles and rudder.
After a time the crewman returned.

"Sorry, I was a little concerned that bearing would seize. That's the
only time it's dangerous. If it seizes the fins of the turbine break
off and go flying every which way, they've been known to come flying
through the passenger cabin. It's all safe now. We shut it down," he
explained. Candice studied him to see if he was nervous. He chuckled.

"All this means is that we have a layover in San Francisco while the
mechanics change the engine," he said.

"How long?" Mae asked.

"Oh, they could swap it in a night. But we're not booked for anything
for a while so they will probably take two days. Maybe even rebuild
that one and replace it. It's much cheaper for the taxpayer," he said.

"Oh *that* makes me feel safe," Mae chuckled.

"Not to worry. Every nut and bolt on an airplane is covered by very
strict regulations. The mechanics themselves have to be certified.
Nobody can teach an AP mechanic except another AP certified mechanic.
That's Airframe and Power plant. AP for short. Anyway, those guys know
their stuff and they don't cut corners. I never met a more persnickety
bunch of people on earth," he said.

"That makes me feel better... So what are you going to do with your two
days?" Mae asked.

"I haven't a clue. I've never been to San Francisco other than to
change planes or touch down, change passengers and take off," he said.

"You're the pilot?" Candice asked.

"Co-Pilot, on this flight. Only because the other pilot has six days
seniority over me. He's a good pilot though. Can you suggest a few
things to see and do in San Francisco?" he asked.

"We certainly can. In fact, we'd be happy to show you around if you'd
like. I've lived there for years. Candice is a relative novice at just
under a year's residence," Mae said.

"That's mighty nice of you. Would you mind if the Pilot tagged along
too?" he asked.

"Certainly not. Especially if he's as handsome as you," Mae teased.

"Probably more so. I never thought of myself as handsome," he said.

"A common affliction. Men never seem to have a clue what women find
attractive. Probably a good thing for us. I'm Mae, this is Candice,"
Mae said.

"Pleased to meet you both. My name's Scott. The pilot's name is Jim. We
call him Jimbo, *Jimbo Jet* is his whole nickname," Scott said.

"That's cute," Mae chuckled.

"What happened to the other passengers? Seemed like we had a fuller
load," Scott asked.

"Got off on all those other stops you made. Off to four different
states counting us. Five actually as three took a helicopter to a
second. Didn't you notice them leave?" Mae asked.

"Nope. We just go where they tell us. When you folks back here are
shuffling in and out, we're checking a thousand things up front. The
stewards let us know when everybody is in or out. They don't give us
numbers unless we ask. I knew we had a light load, but I didn't expect
it to be this light," Scott chuckled.

"Yes, makes me feel quite important. A whole jet to ourselves," Mae
giggled. (Candice was watching and learning. She was never very good at
hustling men. She was learning a lot.)

"I thought you *were* important. Why do you rate this anyway? I'm
sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. I withdraw the question," Scott
said.

"That's okay, we don't mind. We're just friends with some important
people. They got off at earlier stops," Mae said.

"What were you doing on the East coast?" Scott asked.

"Where have you been for the past week?" Candice asked.

"Bosnia, with the SecState, both Jimbo and I... I'm sorry, The
Secretary of State. He went over to talk about something. They don't
tell us, we just fly," Scott said.

"Must be an exciting life. Flying around the world.. In answer to your
question, we were meeting with some people in Washington D.C. and some
friends of ours got married," Mae said.

"Is kind of exciting at times. Bosnia was downright bleak. So what do
you do in San Francisco?" Scott asked.

"I run a fashion salon. Candice is my main assistant," Mae replied.

"I imagine that's getting harder, with this Second Skin thing that's
sweeping the country," Scott said.

"We've been surprisingly busy," Mae said, cryptically.

"So you've been away from your business for a few days. I'll bet you're
eager to get back to it. You sure you have time to show us around?"
Scott asked.

"Quite sure. As Candice reminded me a few days ago, the staff can
handle things. I trained them. I think I can safely stay away a few
more days," Mae said.

"You don't seem to say much," Scott said, turning to Candice.

"Oh, I'm kind of a country girl. I'm not up on the big city ways of
talking and such," Candice replied.

"Noting wrong with that. Jimbo's a country boy. You should get along
well. He doesn't say much either," Scott said. Just then a chime
sounded. "Speaking of which, that's him reminding me we have an
airplane to land. We're probably about twenty minutes out. I'll see you
when we land," Scott said, excusing himself.

"Nice talking to you," Candice said. Scott smiled back at her. "Now why
did I say that?" Candice moaned.

"To say something," Mae teased.

"I know, it just made me sound so backwards. I hardly said anything,"
Candice said.

"There's another way to look at that. Country charm," Mae said.

"So why didn't you tell him about the White House, or Second Skin?"
Candice asked.

"'Cause he likes us for ourselves. Not what we appear to be. I'd like
to keep it that way. I didn't lie to him, I just didn't tell him the
whole story," Mae chuckled.

"I can see that. You think he really likes us?" Candice asked.

"Quite sure. Eligible young Jet Pilots don't spend forty minutes
talking to passengers normally," Mae said.

"I wonder what Jimbo's like?" Candice asked.

"Got your curiosity going, huh? He's cute. I noticed him when we
boarded back East. He was busy but the door to the cockpit was open.
Kind of speaks with a drawl," Mae said.

"Where have you been?" the pilot asked.

"Getting us dates for our layover, Jimbo. Cute ones too. Found a nice
country girl for you and an oriental for me," Scott said.

"Not more diplomats' wives. I couldn't take it," Jimbo drawled.

"Nope. Bona fide single women. Not a hint of *ring tan*. They work at a
fashion house in San Francisco. Mae -the oriental woman- runs it.
Candice -that's your date- is her main assistant. Both *cuter than a
bug's ear*... as you would say," Scott said, going over his check list.

"Wonder how long they'll take with number three? I could use some R&R
after Bosnia. The women there looked like men," Jimbo said.

"I figure a good two days at least. Don't worry. They'll take good care
of your baby," Scott said.

"I'll bet. I keep worrying a devout *Shiite* is going to slip a handful
of sand in our tank. Trying to take out a handful of diplomats," Jimbo
mused.

"That's why we carry no fancy markings. Nobody but the tower knows
we're a government exec. Jet," Scott said.

"Guess you're right. I worry about the ground crews though," Jimbo
said.

"All charged to Citizen Airlines. Took some Ph.D. in the think tanks to
come up with that one," Scott replied.

"San Francisco, huh. They're probably interested in each other," Jimbo
said.

"What would you care, as long as they're interested in us?" Scott
replied.

"You have a point. Actually I was just sort of wishing. I linked up
with a pair of *them* in Paris once. Like to implode my tanks. Hottest
little pair on the planet. Got me feeling like the bull that jumps the
fence in with the cows after a year of grazing alone," Jimbo mused.

"I think I understood you. They were good with their tongues and you
got hard as a rock?" Scott asked.

"Like a Chinese elm," Jimbo nodded.

"That a hard wood?" Scott asked.

"So damn hard it's brittle," Jimbo said.

"Should be coming into the pattern at SFO soon. Better call in. I'll
flag our two lovelies to strap their cute little bottoms down," Scott
said, hitting the seatbelt light. Jimbo contacted the tower.

"SFO, This is Citizen Air one-niner. Requesting Priority approach," he
droned.

"Citizen one-niner, what is your status?" SFO returned.

"One engine down. Fuel nominal."

"Citizen one-niner. Approach from South South East. heading three-five-
oh. You want to scram the foam truck?"

"SFO, Citizen one-niner, no need. A cool shut down. Just lost a
bearing. Caught it before things got exciting. Light load, but please
notify ground control of slow taxi."

"Roger that, Citizen one-niner. You have priority approach, contact ILS
on ...." the tower droned on with landing specifics. Scott thumbed the
controls on the approach electronics as Jimbo set up for their straight
in run.

"Why'd you do that? We've landed on three engines lots of times. You
know it's no sweat," Scott said.

"You said we had dates," Jimbo drawled, grinning.

"Yeah, cute ones too," Scott mused.

"They better be. I swear if it's another hungry, middle aged diplomat's
wife I'll castrate you just like a sheep," Jimbo said.

"How's that?" Scott asked.

"You hold them in your teeth while you slice them off," Jimbo said,
grinning.

"Didn't know you had those feelings for me. I swear that Candice is
cute as a button," Scott said.

"Oh yeah? Last time you swore, it was a *really* hungry under-under
secretary's wife. She still tries to call me," Jimbo said.

"You didn't have to leave her so happy," Scott said.

"Not in my nature to do otherwise," Jimbo said.

"There's our tone. Steer five degrees to port for thirty seconds,
should put us right down the chute," Scott said.

"Then just follow the bouncing ball. Kind of miss when we actually had
to fly these things," Jimbo mused, making a slight turn to the left. He
counted to thirty without looking at the display and then steered back
five degrees right (starboard.)

"Yeah, I'll bet you miss baiting SAMs with the Wild Weasels," Scott
mocked. "Right on target. Hold 'er steady on this heading, fifty feet
high, nose down a snidge."

"Now that was exciting! You don't miss those days?" Jimbo asked, nosing
down a bit.

"I spent my tour in Nam in an air conditioned van. The most excitement
I had was when Charley decided he didn't like green boxes one day.
Mortar round tipped my van on it's side. My ears rang for a week,"
Scott said. "On the slope, hold angle of decent."

"Throttle up, half-flaps," Jimbo said.

"Half flaps, throttling up. Drifting a bit to starboard. The old baby
misses that extra push," Scott said.

"Up a bit on four, but don't redline her. I'll compensate with rudder,"
Jimbo said.

"Up on four. Like to come in sideways huh?" Scott asked.

"Hell, this is nothing. I just like the thrill of uneven braking thrust
tied with a cockeyed touchdown," Jimbo said.

"Don't you go messing up our dates," Scott said. "Back down the chute.
Not much yaw. Steer two degrees port."

"I never lost a passenger yet... 'cept my EWO... He got worried about a
little heat seeker stuck in our afterburner and punched out. Found him
three days later with a little brown sister out fifty clicks," Jimbo
mused.

"What did you do?" Scott asked.

"I brought her on in. Damn windy without that canopy. I woulda
throttled him but he was laid up with the worst case of clap on the
planet," Jimbo said.

"You came in with a live heat seeker stuck in your after burner? You're
crazier than I thought!" Scott mused.

"*Si Amigo. I'm muey loco*. I wanted out of Nam bad. Instead they gave
me a commendation. That's probably what got me a job flying VIP's
around. Outer Marker, full flaps, gear down," Jimbo said.

"Full flaps. Gear down, Twisting a bit more starboard," Scott said.

"Throttle back two eight percent," Jimbo said.

"Two back eight.... on track. Ten high. Come down two," Scott said.

"Down two."

"End of runway."

"Wheels locked?"

"Wheels locked."

"On visual..................... Touchdown. Reverse thrust, back half on
two."

"Reverse thrust back half on two."

"Whoa *Nelly*, don't go side slipping on me now, there's a country girl
in back that wants my bod whole.." Jimbo said, fighting to keep his
aircraft straight.

"Nice landing... I think. That little whip at the end probably lost our
dates for us," Scott mused.

"Any landing you walk away from is a good landing," Jimbo mused.

"Contact ground control. You used enough runway it'll take us as much
time taxiing back as we saved on the priority approach," Scott said.

"Nag nag nag, I still had a good hundred yards left," Jimbo said.

"It's a three mile runway," Scott reminded him.

"Just wanted to see this end. Don't see it very often," Jimbo said.

"I'll be glad when we're back on all four," Scott said.

"Hell, this is the most excitement we've had since Helsinki," Jimbo
said.

"Yeah, don't know what that poor cow was doing on the runway. You made
a genuine mess of her," Scott mused.

"Just pre-ground the burger for them. Ground control, this is Citizen
one-niner, bring me home."

"Citizen one-niner. Just about to call out the divers. Taxi *last*
turnout and hold to path. Hold at runway seven for Delta four-three-
seven now on inbound."

"Think he'll take the scenic route too?"

"Not likely to get within a mile of you, but rules is rules."

"Roger ground control, last turnout, hold to path, hold at seven for
Delta four-three-seven now inbound." They held at runway seven for
Delta flight four-thirty-seven to land on the other end of the runway.

"Nice out here in the boonies, ain't it?" Jimbo mused.

"You could have leaned on the brakes a little harder." Scott said.

"Naw, lost a tire once that way, now *that* was exciting! Had SecState
in back. He was *not* amused. Better to burn asphalt," Jimbo said.

"I'll keep that in mind," Scott said.

"Oh, you're a pretty good pilot. You just learn those things the hard
way. Or you pay attention to someone who has," Jimbo said.

"Noted and logged. Skipper," Scott said.

"Citizen one-niner, clear to taxi across runway seven. Delta four-
three-seven wondered if you were in quarantine out there. How's your
cargo, hot?"

"Never can tell about VIP's wives."

"Roger that. Better come into Exec twelve."

"Roger ground control, Citizen one-niner now completing taxi to Exec
one-two."

"Well that saved us half a mile, but with those moving sidewalks I
don't mind so much. You lost bail out time if you're not happy with
Candice though," Scott said.

"Hell, I trust you...*Don't I*?" Jimbo asked.

"I don't know why... but this time you'll be thanking me," Scott said.

"You take her in. Just watch them damn little dodgem cars. They're like
fleas on an old hound around this place," Jimbo said.

"Roger that. Almost nailed one of them suckers at O-hare once," Scott
said.

"Yeah, that's another place you gotta stay on your toes. They almost
directed me right on top of an outgoing once. Don't like it when it
gets that busy if I can't shoot back," Jimbo mused.

"Isn't that where you got your nickname?" the co-pilot asked.

"Yeah, co-pilot got so excited he was yelling Jimbo Jet, Jimbo Jet!
What he meant was *Jumbo* Jet in our way. I'd already seen it and was
laying on the thrust and praying," Jimbo said.

"Oh, look. A guy with cute little light sticks. I think I'll follow
him," Scott said.

"Might be a good idea..... Ease up a bit, good, nice and easy. Okay...
Nicely done, shut down."

"Chocks in?"

"Just a moment, Come on guy, they're paying you forty bucks an hour to
put them little blocks under our wheels...... Okay, chocks in. Shut her
down. Let's go see if I need to sharpen my castrating knife," Jimbo
said, killing his switches.

"We'd better notify maintenance to change that engine," Scott said.

"Air traffic should have passed the word. If they didn't we get another
day," Jimbo said, grinning.

"I'll have to remember that one too. Noted and logged," Scott said,
chuckling.

"Got your gear?" Jimbo asked.

"Change of shorts, a clean shirt and socks. Dop kit. You taught me that
a long time ago," Scott said.

"Okay, moment of truth. Want to fess up now and save your nuts?" Jimbo
asked. Scott grinned and opened the door. "Okay, buddy. Remember what I
said," Jimbo chuckled. He was pleasantly surprised indeed when he
stepped out. The two women had their carry-on bags and were heading
forward. The steward held a large grocery bag out to Candice.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Eighteen roast beef sandwiches," he snickered.

"Eighteen? What am I supposed to do with them?" she asked, taking the
sack.

"You said to use it up. They freeze well. I only put lettuce on four of
them. Just freeze the rest," the steward said.

"I love roast beef!" Jimbo said, "Good stuff?"

"From the White House kitchen. Left over from some big to-do. Flown up
just before we took off. Specialty menu for our precious cargo but
nobody ate," the steward replied.

"Ah, the *really* good stuff. I'm jealous. Care to share?" Jimbo asked
Candice.

"Certainly... you must be Jimbo," Candice said, smiling.

"And you must be Candice... most pleased to make your acquaintance...
Ma'am," Jimbo said.

"Thank you. It's Miss. Most pleased to make your acquaintance," Candice
replied.

"I see you two have met. Watch him, don't let him steal your roast
beef. He really does love it," Scott said.

"He's quite welcome to share with me. I seem to have plenty," Candice
said.

"Ah, a beautiful single woman with a large sack of roast beef
sandwiches and two days off. I'm in heaven," Jimbo drawled. Candice
blushed. "My god, and a woman who still blushes! Don't nobody pinch me.
I don't want to wake up," Jimbo said.

"Shall we deplane?" Scott asked, offering Mae his arm.

"I'd rather get off the sucker," Jimbo said, offering his arm to
Candice. "May I carry those for you?" he offered.

"I warned you. You better give him your flight bag instead," Scott
chuckled. Candice handed Jimbo the bag with the sandwiches in it.

"And she trusts me with her roast beef. The perfect woman," Jimbo said,
stepping out the door. They walked up the ramp and past an attendant.
He looked down the hall after them, expecting more.

"Just us sonny, nobody but stewards down there... and we've got their
roast beef," Jimbo called back. Candice chuckled, next to his side. Her
arm linked though his. Mae was similarly linked on Scott's arm. They
got jealous looks from other women in the concourse.

"Hope you remembered to take the keys this time. It gets right
embarrassing when someone steals my jet," Jimbo said to Scott.

"Yes, sir. Took us a week to get it back last time. Had all the tires
and the engines missing," Scott said.

"Keys?" Mae asked.

"There are no keys, he's just hamming it up for Candice," Scott replied
quietly.

"And what's your approach?" Mae asked.

"I, my dear, intend to dazzle you with my sophistication. Where's the
nearest hot dog stand?" he asked.

"There's plenty of roast beef in that sack. All we need is something to
drink and a soft place to sit," Mae chuckled, finding herself being
charmed by his wit.

"I fear that you and I may never taste from that sacred cow, now that
Jimbo has his hands upon the sack. Candice will be lucky if he splits
one with her. How about I buy you a first rate meal at the local two
star beanery instead? Something with hard seats. I've been on a soft
seat for the past.... six-thousand miles," Scott offered.

"I have a better idea. You don't want soft seats... How do you feel
about Middle Eastern food? I know a great little dark, quiet restaurant
where you sit on the floor. My treat," Mae said.

"Ah, a woman of sophistication. Lead on," Scott said.

"Why don't we stop by our place first and throw those sandwiches in the
freezer? Candice and I can freshen up a bit and put on our most
dangerous floor sitting outfits," Mae said.

"Freeze the roast beef?.... Does your freezer have a lock on it?" Jimbo
asked.

"The big one, yes. You can hold the key," Candice said.

"I swear, this woman's trying to seduce me," Jimbo said.

"I think we're both in more trouble than we bargained for. Most
dangerous floor sitting outfits, huh?" Scott asked.

"You will just have to judge for yourself." Mae teased.

"Ladies, we are yours for two glorious days.... be gentle with us,"
Jimbo teased.

"As gentle as the morning dew upon the wildflowers," Candice said.

"Tell you what. I think we should stop in this here office for a sec
and tell them to put some air in the tires and check under the hood.
Then you can talk dirty to me some more," Jimbo said, directing Candice
into an office. The man behind the counter looked up. Jimbo flipped out
his ID.

"Yes, Sir. What can I do for you, Captain?" asked the man.

"Call me Jimbo. I left a cute little 737 moored down on Exec. 12.
Citizen one-niner. Swap out Number three, bad bearing. Better do a
major inspect on the others. Over 2500 SMOH. Hot landing, better check
the tires and empty the ashtrays too," Jimbo said, "Oh, and check them
brakes while you're at it. Had nothing but water under my nose when we
finally stopped. Do a good job or next time I'm going to Midas."

"Swap number three, major inspect on all the others. Tires, brakes...
top off the tanks and empty the ashtrays. Better do a hydraulics check
too. Who gets the happy gram?" asked the man.

"Citizen Airlines. This account number," Jimbo said, holding out his ID
again. The man looked at it and looked up startled.

"Yes, sir. Take good care of my lady. I've got a hot date with this hot
lady and a bunch of roast beef so take your time," Jimbo said.

"Yes, sir. We'll get right on it," he said.

"Take... your....time," Jimbo repeated slowly.

"Yes sir, two days enough?" asked the man. Jimbo looked at Candice and
smiled.

"I don't think a month would be enough... but three days would be
better," he said, looking Candice in the eyes. She felt herself
blushing again, but found she couldn't look away.

The man at the counter noticed and said, "I think it just developed a
phantom electrical problem. Might take three or four days."

"My, that's a shame. What kind of scotch do you like?" Jimbo asked, not
looking away from Candice.

"Laphroaig fifteen year old. You can find it at Liquor Barn," replied
the man.

"For four days I'd look around for some twenty year old stuff," Jimbo
said.

"Better check the price tag first. I'll see what I can do. Enjoy your
stay, Captain," said the man.

"That, I think I shall do. I think I shall enjoy it very much," Jimbo
said, leading Candice back out of the office.

"We thought they decided to hold you hostage," Scott said.

"Just a wee bit of finagling. Seems our baby has a phantom electrical
problem. Could take three or four days," Jimbo said.

"What did that cost you?" Scott asked.

"A bottle of something called Laphroaig fifteen year old. Don't let me
forget to stop at a Liquor Barn," Jimbo replied.

"If it will really swing you four days, I've got an unopened bottle of
Laphroaig twenty year old you can have," Mae said.

"Do you now? I told you they were trying to seduce us," Jimbo said.

"A woman of true distinction. And where did you learn about Laphroaig
scotch?" Scott asked.

"A very dear friend of ours drinks it. He got me hooked," Mae replied.

"He? And where is this fine gentleman now?" Scott asked.

"On his honeymoon, with another very dear friend of ours," Candice
replied.

"Ah, I see an open runway ahead, I may just have to set her down,"
Jimbo said.

"Come on. We better go before Jimbo starts drooling in the aisle. Don't
you embarrass me again like you did in Helsinki," Scott said, leading
Mae away.

"I swear I didn't see that cow on the runway," Jimbo said.

"How could you miss it? It had big black and white spots on it," Scott
said.

"I thought they were foreign runway markings. And I didn't miss it,"
Jimbo said.

"You hit a cow?" Candice asked.

"Yeah, it messed up my baby real bad. Took them a week to straighten
the landing gear and wash her down. The SecState was pissed. I don't
blame him for that. Helsinki isn't the party town it's made out to be,"
Jimbo mused.

"You know a lot of party towns?" Candice asked, walking along holding
his arm.

"Some. I much prefer private parties though," Jimbo said.

"Like two to four people," she grinned.

"Two's best. Four's fine as long as they have their own little corners
where they can... speculate the wonders of the world in peace," Jimbo
said, grinning.

"Sounds perfect. I guess we'd better collect our bags," Candice said.

"I suspect that they will be at the Executive counter," Jimbo said.
Indeed they were. And there were more than either man expected. "Just
how long was your stay back East?" Jimbo asked.

"A week. But we haven't been here for over a month," Candice said.

"A month... traveling ladies are you?" Jimbo asked.

"Not that much. We spent most that time with friends at a little
secluded estate," Mae said.

"Ah, women of mystery too. I think I'd better get us a cart....or two,"
Jimbo said.

"Or three. I'd better go with you," Scott said.

"So what do you think?" Mae asked Candice once they were out of
earshot.

"I think that I just met the only other man to interest me besides
John," Candice said.

"Whoa, girl. Take your time. He's cute... but you just met him," Mae
said.

"And he's got me so wet already that I'm afraid of leaving a trail.
What about you? How do you feel about Scott?" Candice asked.

"Oh... he's... Okay he's gorgeous! Alright? I admit it. But let's have
some fun and take our time. We don't have a clue how they will feel
about you and I and our *unique* relationship... let alone how they'd
feel about all the others," Mae said.

"I have a feeling about that.... I don't know why, but I think it will
work out just fine," Candice said, looking after Jimbo.

"You may be right, love. But only time will tell," Mae said, looking
after Scott.

"So what do you think, Jimbo?" Scott asked.

"I think that your testicles are safe, Scotty boy. I admit it. I owe
you big time for this one. This more than makes up for that under-under
secretary's wife," Jimbo mused.

"Like her *that* much already? Whoa! The mighty Jimbo has fallen,"
Scott chuckled.

"And how about you? I haven't seen you this lit up since you stuck your
fingers in that electrical panel last year," Jimbo said.

"I think Mae's a doll. I look forward to discovering just how strong
her oriental heritage is," Scott replied.

"Okay, Scotty boy. We play them for keepers. Which is what I think they
be," Jimbo said.

"The mighty Jimbo *has* fallen. Last time you talked about a keeper...
was never," Scott said.

"I see one of the sweetest little runways I've ever seen. And the ILS
is homed in on happy valley," Jimbo said.

"Okay, we play them for keepers. I think we should watch for side winds
and downdrafts though. I get the feeling there's more to these two than
meets the eye," Scott said.

"Like what?" Jimbo asked.

"Like what they were doing aboard *our* airplane. We don't usually fly
two women out to the coast. No matter who got off back east. It might
be nice to find out who commissioned our flight," Scott said.

"That we can do. I'll give Ralph a call later," Jimbo said.

"That will cost you *another* bottle of scotch," Scott chuckled.

"Yeah, but Ralph drinks that cheap rotgut stuff. You can pay for that,"
Jimbo said.

"Not if you let Mae pay for the Laphroaig," Scott said.

"Not if we're playing them for keepers," Jimbo said.

"Got any quarters?" Scott asked.

"A couple. Looks like we have to feed those one armed bandits they call
change machines here," Jimbo said, pulling out his wallet. Jimbo fed
three bills and got back nine quarters.

"Hell, you must be serious about her, you let me *out fumble you* with
my wallet," Scott chuckled.

"I get the feeling that money is no object on this quest. I'll spend
what it takes," Jimbo said.

"That might be a lot. Remember they just spent a month away from work
and are in no hurry to get back," Scott chuckled.

"I think Candice could induce me to write bad checks all over town...
but I don't think she would. She seems pretty down to earth to me,"
Jimbo said.

"How would you know, she hasn't said twenty words since you met. I
doubt she's said that many since I met her and I talked to them for
forty-five minutes," Scott chuckled.

"And you are definitely forgiven for that. No, it doesn't take a
country girl many words to say what she means. She's spoken volumes to
me already," Jimbo said, feeding the cart machine. They got three carts
and wheeled them back to where the women waited. Scott started to load
the luggage.

"Miss me?" Jimbo asked Candice.

"Like a well digger's ass misses heat," Candice chuckled. Jimbo smiled
at her and helped Scott with the bags.

"I think she speaks your language," Scott mused.

"I thought I'd about cured her," mused Mae.

"If it ain't broke...," Jimbo started.

"Don't fix it!" Candice finished, chuckling. Jimbo beamed at her, she
blushed again.

"I swear woman, you're going to become anemic if you keep using up red
like that," Jimbo teased.

"First time I've ever seen that reaction in her," Mae said, studying
Candice.

"Is it now... good," Jimbo said. Pushing two carts toward the curb,
while trying to keep the roast beef unmolested.

"That's silly. Here, I've got hands," Candice said. She took a cart,
leaving him the roast beef.

"I tell you she's trying to seduce me," Jimbo said.

"If you'll quit reminding me, I might have a go at it," Candice
chuckled.

"Consider the subject closed," Jimbo said.

"Not too closed... I hope," Candice muttered. The others may not have
heard it, but Jimbo did. They flagged a cab, a mini-van at the curb.
The bags filled a good portion of the back. Jimbo suggested that they
take two.

"That works. Candice knows her way home.... I think. At least she did,"
Mae said.

"Right behind you, love," Candice promised. The men seemed not to
notice the endearment. It was early evening, the sun just setting to
the West. The air was fresh with a hint of salt. The storm they
encountered over Salt Lake City having passed San Francisco early that
morning. Candice sat snuggled to Jimbo's side as they rode into the
city.

The apartment was in the Russian hill area of town. Actually it was a
townhouse. A fairly large one which consisted of two of the normally
small side by side units that had been linked. Outside it looked like
two separate units. The cabs pulled up behind each other and the
drivers started unloading luggage as Mae opened the door and killed the
alarm system. The men paid the drivers and followed carrying bags while
Candice stood guard on the curb. A second trip by all completed the
task.

"And what would you girls have done if we hadn't happened along?" Jimbo
asked.

"We would have been fine, but more breathless. We take turns guarding
and hauling," Candice said.

"I'm not so sure about the *breathless* part," Mae mused. "Well, this
is it, home sweet home. Make yourself comfortable."

"And what a fine home it is. I would have expected a more feminine
d�cor," Jimbo observed. The place was decorated in a mariner motif.
With a ship's bell on the fireplace mantle with an intricate model of a
three-masted schooner. A gold plated sextant sat on a coffee table.

"Thank you. No shortage of interior decorators in this town," Mae
giggled.

"I noticed that. Perhaps that contributed to our good luck in you women
being single," Scott giggled.

"Oh, we get a sufficient number of offers. We just usually don't take
them seriously," Mae said, "What to drink?"

"I'd love a splash of that Laphroaig stuff. Hate to be the last person
on the planet to discover it," Jimbo said.

"Rocks?" Candice asked.

"Neat," Jimbo replied.

"Rocks for me," Scott said. Candice poured the drinks while Mae busied
herself dividing up bags and carting hers off. Candice served the
drinks, handing Jimbo's his first. He took a sip and a smile broke our
on his face.

"I have it on good authority that the President drinks it," she said.

"Laphroaig... " Jimbo said, stretching the name in a mock brogue.
Scott's reaction was just as favorable.

"Quite pleasantly smoky," he commented. Mae came by and retrieved a
painted metal can from behind the bar and handed it to Jimbo.

"Here, put this in your bag so you won't forget it," she said. He took
the can and examined it. He winced when he saw the price tag, digging
for his wallet. "Oh no. My treat. It's little enough to insure the
prolonged company of you two charming gentlemen," Mae said.

"And what kind of a gentleman would I be if I allowed you to pay my
bribes for me?" Jimbo asked.

"Suit yourself. If you'd rather, you buy a can for your bribe and keep
this one as a gift. I won't accept your money," Mae said. Jimbo was
about to comment when he remembered his promise to Candice. He fell
mute.

"Thank you. I just may do that. A gift fit for a king," he said.

"You two make yourselves at home. We're just going to go freshen up.
There's another bathroom down that hall if you gentlemen would like to
do the same. Feel free to shower if you'd like. There should be ample
towels in the cupboard just outside," Mae said.

"Take your time. We just may do that. We've got Bosnian smog in our
hair. I can't wait to see your most dangerous floor sitting outfits,"
Scott said. Mae passed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Candice
was more enthusiastic. She planted a large kiss on Jimbo's lips.

"Something to insure you're here when we come out," she said softly.

"A team of Clydesdales couldn't drag me away," Jimbo said.

"Good," Candice said, slipping away. Once the girls were gone, Jimbo
turned to Scott.

"Who first down the hall?" he asked.

"I'll go. That way I'll know I have time," Scott chuckled.

"Have at. I'll be here," Jimbo said. They were both sitting back
relaxing, showered and shaved wearing clean shirts, socks and shorts
when the women stepped out. Both men's jaws dropped.

"When you said dangerous... I didn't think you meant fatal," Scott
said.

"Like it?" Mae blushed.

"*Like* is not a strong enough term. I don't think I've *ever*
encountered a strong enough term," he said.

"Certainly the best packaged country girl I ever encountered. I suppose
it's legal to wear that out in public here. It would get you arrested
in most places," Jimbo said.

"Glad you like it, Jimbo," Candice blushed.

"There you go using red again. With that outfit, I'm the one that
should be blushing," Jimbo said.

"Shall we go? Your bags will be safe here," Mae said.

"Yes, where's your wraps? You'll freeze like that," Jimbo said.

"No need. I think you'll find us tougher than you think," Candice said.

"Fine by me. All the more excuse to keep you warm," Jimbo said.

"You're quite welcome to do that. But these outfits are warmer than
they look," Candice said.

"I don't see how. They look as thin as gossamer," Scott said.

"Trust me. We'll be fine," Mae said. Mae set the alarm and they hailed
a passing cab. Scott volunteered to ride up front.

"You're becoming too trusting, Scotty. To leave me in the back with
these two lovely creatures," Jimbo said.

"I intend to be keeping an eye on you. Watch his hands, ladies. He's
quick," Scott said. It was a short ride to the restaurant. Candice
rested her fingers lightly on Jimbo's leg. He was *very* aware of them,
and the two warm bodies snuggled to either side of him. He was thinking
of Chinese Elm's by the time they arrived. Candice noticed. The
restaurant was indeed dim and cozy. With pillows on the floor around
low tables. Shoes were left in bins by the door.

The owner greeted Mae by name and began to congratulate her. She shot
him a look of warning and he cut it off, sensing her mood. He directed
them to a private room in the back. The women sank gracefully down to
rest on two pillows. The men less gracefully. Only then did they
discover just how dangerous the floor sitting outfits were. The Second
Skin outfits hugged the women's charms like a paint job.

"How about some *Babba Ganush* to start with? And a bottle of Grey
Riesling, Wente 79 or 80 if you've got it," Mae ordered.

"Excellent. I think I have a bottle or two in my private stock, but
I'll gladly sacrifice them for you," replied the owner.

"Thank you, you are too kind to me," Mae said.

"That would be impossible. You deserve it. You've brought me much
business," replied the owner, excusing himself.

"Come here often, do you?" Scott chuckled.

"A time or two. It's my current favorite. The food is excellent and
quite reasonable," Mae replied.

"A winning combination. Atmosphere is nice too.... especially the
view," Scott said, blushing a bit, but holding Mae's eyes. Mae found
herself blushing. Thankful for the dim light to cover it. She couldn't
remember the last time she had done it. The meal was indeed excellent.
The men being good sports about eating with their fingers. Mae informed
them that it was considered uncouth to get the food above the second
knuckle. The wine was just as excellent. They drank two bottles.

The men found their eyes returning repeatedly to the *view *as they
talked. Jimbo kept them amused with his stories gathered flying around
the earth. Candice was charmed to her toes. Mae was just as enthralled
with Scott. As the evening progressed the conversations turned one on
one between the couples. Candice feeding Jimbo with her fingers, him
licking at them as she withdrew. They were well fed and pleasantly
tipsy by the end of the meal. Jimbo tried to grab the check when it
arrived, but Mae put her credit card on the tray at her insistence.

"My invitation, my treat," she said. She was emphatic about it. Scott
and Jimbo were pleasantly puzzled. They were well prepared to lay their
life's savings out for these women. But they wouldn't let them spend a
penny. A short cab ride to Girradelli Square brought them to the Buena
Vista for Irish Coffee. Standing ten deep as they drank the delicious
concoctions where they were originated. Jimbo managed to pay the tab
there, as he had to muscle to the front to get their order in. Scott
ran interference for him. They made a good team. Later they took a
stroll down the wharf. The men were a bit chilled, but the women seemed
not to notice the cool humid air.

"You are indeed made of sterner stuff than I expected. I was hoping to
keep you warm, but you don't seem to notice the chill," Jimbo said to
Candice.

"I cheated," she said, snuggling to his side, "here. Feel." She took
his fingers and slid them into the cuff of her bodysuit. Jimbo was
surprised by the warmth he felt.

"Well I'll be. What is that stuff?" Jimbo asked, enjoying the feel of
the warmth and the skin of her forearm.

"A thermal fabric. The fabric stores heat as fiber twist. When it gets
cold it untwists and gives up heat. It also cools when it's too hot,"
Candice giggled. Jimbo used the arm as a tool to pull them into an
embrace. He kissed her tenderly next to the floating fishing boats. The
soft chime of buoys ringing in the distance with the rolling of the
bay. Candice was grateful that he chose that spot, rather then farther
down next to the crab pots. Much more pleasant. Scott and Mae were
sharing their own embrace a bit farther down the pier. Mae quivered a
bit in his arms. He was a great kisser. He was pleasantly surprised
that she was too.

"Damn," Mae said when he finally released her.

"What?" Scott asked in alarm.

"I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I don't take men home
with me.... And I want to... very much," she said, dropping her eyes.
Scott lifted her chin and looked into her dark eyes.

"No need to hurry. We've got at least two days. We need not do anything
that feels uncomfortable," he said.

"That's the problem. It feels very comfortable. Perhaps too
comfortable," she said.

"Then we have a problem, 'cause I feel just as comfortable. I'm not
about to fight it. You're too lovely for that," Scott said.

"You won't think me cheap?" Mae asked.

"Not hardly. I saw that check back there at the restaurant. Reasonable
indeed," Scott chuckled.

"You know what I mean," Mae said, frustrated.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to joke about it. No, I won't think you
cheap. I think you are wonderful," he said.

"If I regret this, so be it. I want you," Mae said, pulling him back to
her lips.

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me, darling. I may
travel all over the world to exciting cities, but most the time I have
to fly the next morning and I spend most my nights alone in lonely
hotels," Jimbo said to Candice.

"You don't have to convince me, Jimbo. I can tell you're sincere. We're
two of a kind, you and I. I've only had two men in my life. The first
was my husband," Candice said, snuggling to him.

"And who was the second... a bad question, I withdraw it," Jimbo said.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind as I'm not a bit ashamed of it. He was the
man who taught me what love was. It was our friend who's now on his
honeymoon," Candice replied.

"I'm very sorry about that. He sounds like a fine gentleman," Jimbo
said.

"I'm not. Cindy's a wonderful woman. She had squatters rights anyway.
And yes, he is indeed a fine gentleman. The first *real* gentleman I
ever met. One of the very few I ever met," Candice said.

"I wish I was in that category," Jimbo said.

"You are, Jimbo," she replied.

"I'm not much of a gentleman. A gentleman would be able to hide the
desire I feel for you. I'm not so sure I can," Jimbo said softly.

"Oh, I don't think you'd be very successful hiding that. I accept it as
an honest response. Don't worry. I feel the same way," she said.

"You don't think ill of me?" Jimbo asked.

"No, you won't think poorly of me?" Candice asked, fearful.

"Not a chance on earth. I think you're wonderful!" Jimbo said.

"Good, 'cause I think you are too," Candice said, pulling him back to
her. After a time they continued their stroll down the wharf. Finally
the women took pity on the chilled men and flagged a cab. This time
Jimbo climbed in front. Candice wouldn't hear of it and sat on his lap.
It was a short trip back to the Townhouse. Once inside, Mae turned to
Candice.

She gave her a quick kiss and said, "See you in the morning." Candice
smiled at her and squoze her hand. Then led a passive, happy Jimbo to
the other side of the Townhouse.

"Another drink?" Mae asked Scott.

"No, I'm floating as it is," he said. Mae smiled and took his hand. She
led him into her bedroom. Neither man would ever forget that night. It
was etched indelibly in their psyches.

* * *

Cindy lay between Heather and John, blissfully spent. She didn't
understand why it felt different, but it did. Earlier that night both
had pleased her multiple times, as she had both of them. For some
reason they all just *clicked* together. Normally she wouldn't have
questioned it, but tonight, she did.

She lay there feeling the two of them beside her, both warm and caring.
Both her lovers. What she felt, was *whole*. She felt complete. She
needed nothing, she wanted nothing, except to continue to feel their
bodies close to hers. She kind of wanted to talk, but they were both
out cold. John, partially from jet lag. Heather most likely from all
the endorphins cursing through her body. Cindy shared the same dosage,
but for some reason she felt hyper. She slipped out of bed and found a
light robe.

Knowing what was to follow, she waited a moment until John and Heather
rolled together and snuggled. She smiled to herself over the sight, and
half at her powers of perception. She made her way to the spacious
kitchen and brewed a cup of tea. Then she snagged her cellular and
called Sally's. Nobody answered. She tried the West coast and found
Mae's phone off. She tried the Silo and got Judy.

"Hi, hope I didn't disturb you," Cindy said.

"No, I was just getting a cup of tea. The triplets... Amy and Alice
rather, are out. I was kind of feeling restless," Judy said.

"Yeah, John and Heather are both out too. I was feeling restless
myself. I just built myself a cup of tea. I felt like talking but most
our little tribe seem to be incommunicado," Cindy said.

"Well I'm up darling, what's on your mind?" Judy asked.

"Oh, nothing in particular.... Nothing major anyway," Cindy said.

"Come on darling, spit it out. Minor or major makes no difference when
you want to talk," Judy chuckled.

"Yeah.... I kind of hate to disturb you and spend so much on the call,"
Cindy said.

"You're a rich woman, you can afford it. I've got my feet up and a nice
cup of tea by my side. So talk to me," Judy prompted.

"Okay... Actually I was just wondering why it felt different to make
love with John now that we're married," Cindy said.

"Don't know. Different how?"

"Oh... Orgasms more satisfying. A deeper feeling of affection, a
stronger desire to please... yet.. more relaxed, somehow," Cindy said.

"Well, I don't have much to compare it to, as you know. But I can tell
you that sex felt different to me after our three days together," Judy
said.

"Different how?" Cindy asked, putting her feet up and sipping her tea.

"Well, it was like my focus shifted. Before my focus was on myself.
What I felt. What I wanted. What I experienced. Afterwards my focus was
on pleasing the other person... because I *loved* them. What I
experienced became second priority. I guess my focus shifted from
internal to external, you could say," Judy said.

"Yeah, I understand what you're saying... exactly. But with me it was
kind of the opposite. I became more aware of what *I* was feeling.
Before I was mainly concerned with pleasing the other person. That was
my main priority. I guess it still is, but I became more aware of what
they were doing to me. I felt things more strongly. Like I just
started... *emotionally reacting*. Before I was *intellectually
acting*. Am I making any sense?" Cindy asked.

"More than you know. I think we're heading to the same place from two
different directions. Before I was all emotionally reacting without
hardly a thought. Oh, I tried to please the other person, but that was
just part of the experience I was feeling. I didn't put any conscious
thought into it. I would do something because it seemed like it might
be the right thing to do. Not so much because I knew it would elicit a
desired reaction," Judy said.

"So, same target, different paths. I'd be most happy to meet you in the
middle," Cindy chuckled.

"Isn't that where we want to be? To put both our bodies and our souls
into what we do? I don't mean soul in a religious context, rather I use
it as a collective term for all the emotional feelings," Judy said.

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm feeling!" Cindy gasped.

"Slow down love, I don't follow exactly what you're saying," Judy said.
Cindy collected her thoughts, her mind now racing.

"When we made love tonight. I was *there*. I wasn't thinking about what
I should be doing, I wasn't just reacting to what someone else was
doing to me. I was *there*. Body *and* soul. What I did was inherently
correct. What I felt was inherently correct. Not because somebody else
thought it should be. Not because anybody told me to do or feel those
things. I did and felt them because I wanted to! That's what felt
different about making love with John our first night after the
wedding. I knew he was mine. I wanted to please him, so I did. I wanted
him to please me, so I *really* felt what he did. That's what's been
bugging me. That I didn't know what the difference was.... now I
*know*... Thank you," Cindy said.

"You are most welcome, my love.... Do you know the Hindu term;
*Namastea*?" Judy asked.

"I don't think so. No, I'm quite sure I don't," Cindy said.

"It's quite a lovely thing. What it means... and get this... *When you
are in that special place inside of you, and I am in that special place
inside of me, then we are in the same place*," Judy said.

"Oh... that's absolutely lovely! *Namastea!* I love it," Cindy said.

"Think you can sleep now?" Judy asked.

"Yes, I think so," Cindy said.

"Well then...Namastea. Sweet dreams, my dear love," Judy said.

"Namastea. I love you," Cindy said, and hung up the phone. Judy looked
at the phone a moment and then smiled to herself. She found that she
felt like she could sleep too. Cindy made her way back to the bedroom,
repeating the word to herself and thinking about the definition. She
found John and Heather momentarily apart. She slipped in between them
and they seemed to each snuggle to her side.

'Namastea,' she thought to herself. A short while later she drifted
off.

* * *

Candice awoke early, as usual. Surprisingly, the extra time spent
active the night before had tired her out enough to shift her body
clock back to the West coast. She was waking at almost the same time
she normally would; around a quarter to six. She felt the warmth of
Jimbo's body next to her. She smiled and snuggled to it for a while,
just feeling him breathing. Eventually her body drove her to slip out
to the bathroom. While there, she brushed her teeth. She slipped back
into the bed and snuggled to his side once more. Leaning her head
against his shoulder. He stirred and his arm hugged her to him.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" she asked.

"Ah, like a babe in his mother's arms. And you?" he asked.

"The same," she said, kissing his clavicle.

"Don't remember when it felt so good to wake up," Jimbo said.

"Then you don't think poorly of me?" Candice asked, concerned. He
lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Candice's heart skipped a
beat.

"Just let me slip out and scrub this fuzz from my choppers and I'll be
happy to show you how *un-poorly* I think of you," he said, kissing her
forehead. She hugged him for a moment and then reluctantly released
him. She lay back looking at the ceiling and the gray dawn filtering
through the window.

Outside, even in the city, the birds were singing their morning
melodies. There was a distant growing rumble that was the sound of a
mighty city coming to life. Out in the harbor horns sounded as the last
of the fishing boats made their way out of the bay into the open ocean.
Jimbo seemed to catch a look at himself suddenly while he was brushing
his teeth. He looked hard at the image before him. He was in good
physical shape. Naturally handsome in a rugged sort of way. But this
morning there was something else. A spark of life shined in his eyes
where he normally only saw loneliness.

"Jimbo, you should be feeling this way every morning. And if you don't,
then you're a damn fool," he said to himself. He finished brushing, and
rinsed. Wiping his mouth on a towel. He eyed himself once more before
heading back into the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks at the
sight before him. A stunningly beautiful woman lay nude on the bed, her
head turned to the window and was illuminated by the soft morning
light. Her body was smooth and muscular. Her breasts medium and
perfectly shaped. Her hair lay in a splay on the pillow under her head.
She was smiling an angelic smile as she listened to the birds. That was
it; She looked like an angel to Jimbo. She looked up at him and smiled.
Her breath catching in her throat over the handsome statue of a man
standing there considering her.

"What?" Candice asked, a flicker of concern on her face.

"Fear not 'darling, I was just considering how lovely you are," Jimbo
said.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Candice said, her smile returning.
The sight drew Jimbo back into the bed. She moved into his arms and
their lips met. Their passion grew like a fire with dry kindling added
to it. Sometime later they lay together, spent and blissfully happy.

"I'm thinking that it's a woman of great mystery that you are," Jimbo
said, playing his fingers in her tresses.

"How's that?" Candice asked.

"A country girl through and through with the skill of the greatest
courtesan on the planet," he replied. Candice smiled at him.

"You seem to have picked up a trick or two yourself," she said,
snuggling to him.

"I was just inspired by your great beauty," Jimbo said.

"I'm not that pretty, and you know it," she said.

"Then my eyes must be broken, cause you're a beauty to me. A finer
woman I have seldom seen and never held," Jimbo said. Candice blushed
and kissed him softly. "There you go again, using up the color red,"
Jimbo teased.

"I don't know why. I thought I was over that. You make me feel like a
school girl," she sighed.

"If there had been a girl like you in my school, I would have been an
'A' student, instead of the class clown," Jimbo said. "The enigma to me
is that you can still blush knowing what you do of the art of love."

"I had a good teacher," Candice said.

"Your husband?" Jimbo asked.

"God no, he was an ignorant lout. No, my teacher was John.. the man
who's on his honeymoon now," Candice said.

"Then I grieve for your loss of him. He must be a fine gentleman
indeed," Jimbo said.

"That he certainly is. But I'm thrilled to death that he married Cindy.
He couldn't have married a finer or more loving woman," Candice said.

"You seem very calm about it," Jimbo said.

"I am. I love them both dearly," Candice said.

"Do you think I could ever fill his shoes? That you could ever come to
feel that way about me?" Jimbo asked. Candice looked at him a moment
and her eyes began to tear up.

"I think I already do, Jimbo," she said.

"I'm feeling the same way about you... I never believed those stories
about love at first sight before... but I fear that you've stolen my
heart," Jimbo said.

"Jimbo, there's so much about me that you don't know," she said.

"There's nothing about you that could possibly sway my heart. Are you
the marrying kind?" he asked. Candice suddenly sobbed against him. He
held her to him, concerned. This wasn't the reaction he's expected at
all. "Hey, there. Why the tears?" he asked, kissing her face. She
pulled away from him and sat up. She scootched back against the
headboard looking out the window, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Jimbo's heart was torn by the sight. "I didn't mean to upset you,
darling. I guess I'm not much of a prize," he said. Candice moaned a
bit.

"Jimbo you're the most desirable man I ever met. Any woman on the
planet would be proud to have you as her man. But there are some things
about me that I must tell you," she said, taking a deep breath.

"Then tell me," Jimbo said, taking her hand. He brought it to his lips
and kissed it softly.

"You may not feel the same way about me," she said, tears rolling down
her cheeks.

"I doubt that very much... but I can see that you're concerned. The
only way to know is to tell me," he said, gently.

"I'm scared," she said, hanging her head.

"Don't be. Jimbo's here. He just might be a more understanding man than
you give him credit for. Everybody's got a past. Myself included. So
take a deep breath and tell me all about it," he said, pulling her to
him.

"It's kind of a long story," she said.

"We've got time, love. Just start at the beginning," he said, leaning
against the headboard with her snuggled and quivering in his arms.

"Alright. I married early... I was just sixteen..." she began. She told
Jimbo of her life on the farm with Nick, his cruelty to herself and the
triplets. How they would take comfort in each others arms. Then about
their escape into the blizzard, their mishap with the rock and their
life threatening peril. Then of the sound and light of a guardian angel
coming out of the swirling hell of the blizzard. How John had warmed
their bodies with his own while he waited for more help to arrive. Two
more lights and two more angels. A quick trip to the warm shelter of a
castle hidden in the sand.

She told him of their first days at the silo. She stalled a bit and
then told him of her encounter with Sheila in the solarium. Then of her
times with each of the other women and finally of her time with John.
She left nothing out. She covered what her and the triplet's life
became like living at the silo. How John had bartered for their
freedom. She told him of the story that she had finally extracted from
Cindy about John's showdown with Nick, how he had risked his life for
them more than once. Then about their meeting around the table in the
kitchen when they had all become a family.

Jimbo listened without comment. Inside he was seething with hatred for
Nick, admiration for John and compassion for Candice and the girls.
Candice continued her story. She told of the Second Skin machine and
her scanning. She told him of her growing change of attitude as she
came to love each and every person at the silo more and more. Then of
her trip to San Francisco with Sheila and Alice. She even told him of
her experience when the triplets shared their Gestalt. Finally she told
him of her encounter with Mae. She told him everything. Leaving nothing
out. She bared her soul to him.

Lastly she related the story of the Russian surveillance. And since it
was now public knowledge, of their ruse and John's escapades on the
road. She finished with his gun battle at the airport and their
subsequent visit to the White House.

"And that's it. That's the story of my life up to the moment when I
stepped onto your plane. I'll understand if you want to leave now," she
concluded.

"And why would I be doing that? While I've got the woman of my dreams
in my very arms," Jimbo said. Candice looked up at him in pain and
surprise.

"You don't think poorly of me?" she asked.

"What on earth for? Because you told me that you're a fine strong
hearted woman who's served her country and loved ones with devotion and
honor? I'm so proud of you I could bust," Jimbo said.

"But what about Mae and I, and the other women?" she asked.

"What about it? I think it's incredibly sexy," he said.

"But... Jimbo... I'm trying to tell you that I want to keep seeing
them... all of them," she said.

"I can certainly understand that. You love them. I would expect that
you'd want to continue to love them," he said.

"And you still want me?" she asked.

"More than ever. You're the most remarkable woman I ever met. I'd be
the biggest fool on the planet to let you get away. I want you for my
wife, if you'll have me," Jimbo said.

"Oh Jimbo!.... YES! YES! I want you! More than anything!" she said,
hugging him for all she was worth. She trembled in his arms as he held
her tightly.

"You're just what this old country boy has been dreaming of all his
life. I'm not about to let you get away. I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Candice said, sobbing against him.

"Then let's have no more tears," Jimbo said, kissing at her cheeks. His
mouth found hers and they kissed passionately. "Scotty was right. The
mighty Jimbo has fallen," he said.

"Sometimes you talk too much," Candice said, pulling his lips back to
hers.

On the other side of the Townhouse a similar scene was being played.
Scott was just as taken with Mae. Mae just as taken with Scott. He
caressed her bronze skin tenderly as she talked.

"Time for honesty," she said.

"Yes... how long have you and Candice been lovers?" he asked. Mae
looked at him in surprise. Scott smiled at her. "I could see the love
in your eyes when you would look to each other while we were out. I had
an inkling from the first minutes when I talked to you on the plane.
When you kissed her good night last night I knew it was so. You care
for each other, really care," he said.

"And how do you feel about that?" she asked.

"Oh, just fine with me. I admire your taste in women. I'm a little
surprised you seem to like me too," he said.

"What's surprising about that? You're an adorable hunk of a man. You
are handsome, cultured, a true gentleman, a marvelous lover, you are
well traveled and live an exciting life. No surprise there," she said.

"You left out brilliant and fairly well to do ...and modest, of
course," he chuckled.

"The brilliant part I suspected. The modest part I never would have
guessed. The well to do part doesn't concern me one way or the other,"
she said.

"Is your fashion business so good? Even with Second Skin knocking
salons out of business left and right?" he asked.

"Darling, steel yourself," Mae said.

"There's more?" he asked.

"Oh, much. One, I *own* Second Skin's first franchise. I not only know,
but am the lover of all the owners, the inventor of the machine and
most of the management of the company. The CEO was my lover years
before Second Skin ever started. I love each and every one of them more
than I do the air that I breathe. I could never give that up. As much
of a hunk as you are and as much as I've come to care for you, I still
intend to keep seeing all of them. Still interested?" Mae asked.

"Yup," Scott said.

"My bisexuality doesn't bother you?" she asked.

"Nope," he said.

"A man of few words. Anything else you could say to clarify your
position?" Mae asked.

"Sure. I love you. Will you marry me?" he said. Mae looked at him in
shock.

"You mean it?" she asked. He nodded.

"I mean it too. When I say I intend to continue to see all of them, I
mean all of them, the men included. That's John and then there's Kevin,
Theresa's husband and Bill, Andrea's husband. Could you live with
that?" she asked.

"Three men, huh. Well, I guess if I could handle it with one, then
three's the same thing. Yes, I can live with that. Because I know if
you want to make love with them, then they are worth loving," Scott
said.

"And what about Jimbo? I fully intend to stay involved with Candice.
She's my most treasured relationship. From what I saw of her and Jimbo
last night, I expect that he's going to become a part of her life... I
know she feels the same way about all of us. So I would expect Jimbo
would become a part of mine too... if he can handle it himself, that
is," Mae said.

"That wouldn't bother me. Would it bother you if I became involved with
any of them? From what you've told me, of their natures, I'm likely
to," Scott said.

"That wouldn't bother me at all either," Mae said.

"So it's settled then, you'll marry me?" he asked. Mae smiled and moved
into his arms. She kissed him passionately.

"Yes," she said, melting back into another kiss.

"What's the chance of you teaching me that recipe for those biscuits
you were talking about?" Jimbo asked, moving a sweaty lock of hair from
Candice's forehead.

"You bet. Why don't we shower together and then I'll whip up a batch,"
she said. The biscuits were just coming out of the oven when Mae and
Scott joined Candice and Jimbo in the kitchen. Each man wore a long
kimono robe. Looking almost comical in the floral prints.

"Love your robe, Jimbo," Scott teased.

"Seems to match yours, Scotty my boy. Well, you were right. The mighty
Jimbo has fallen. This lovely lady here has consented to be my new co-
pilot... forever," Jimbo said.

"Then it's going to get mighty crowded in the cockpit. 'Cause this one
here has consented to be mine," Scott grinned.

"You too?" Candice asked Mae. Mae nodded and they moved together and
hugged each other. They pulled back and turned to face their men.

"I guess it's time for the acid test. It's one thing to say that
something won't bother you, it's another thing entirely to see it," Mae
said.

"Test away," Scott said. Jimbo inclined his head. The women turned to
gaze into each others eyes and slowly moved into a long deep kiss.

"Scotty my boy, I fear the Taj Mahal would pale in comparison to the
lovely sight my eyes are witnessing," Jimbo said.

"I've seen the Taj, it's got nothing on this," Scott chuckled.

"May I congratulate you on the best landing you've ever done," Jimbo
said, offering his hand to Scott. Scott took it and shook it firmly.
The men grinned at each other.

"And my congratulations to you, Skipper," Scott said. Candice and Mae
finally pulled back and observed their men.

"Well they pass the first test. No time like the present for phase
two," Mae said, moving towards Jimbo. Candice grinned and moved to
Scott. The men didn't fight it at all when the women moved into their
arms. The kisses were long and more than a little friendly.

"Mmm... can I borrow your man for a bit?" Mae asked when she finally
pulled back.

"After breakfast, if I can borrow yours," Candice replied, shakily.

"Scotty, I think we've discovered the best ground crew on the planet.
What say we keep them?" Jimbo chuckled.

"No objections here... My.. you two feel almost the same size," Scott
said, hugging Candice's lithe body.

"Well, you two can compare differences after we eat," Mae said, finally
pulling herself shakily away, stealing another kiss in the process. The
men sat at the table with each other's fianc�es in their lap, feeding
them in the glow of the late morning sun shinning through the window.

"Ah, it's a rough life we endure, Scotty. A rough life indeed," Jimbo
said, caressing Mae's inner thigh.

"Don't know where we find the strength to endure," Scott chuckled,
doing the same to Candice.

"You two should get along great with John. Your sense of humor is just
as bad.... and as charming," Mae said.

"Yes, I'm quite looking forward to meeting this heroic figure you two
are so enthralled with. He must be some man," Jimbo said.

"Heroic?" Scott asked.

"A few things I didn't mention... let's see. Too much trouble to dig up
old newspapers.. I know. I'll bet the San Francisco examiner has a Web
site," Mae said. She kissed Jimbo on the forehead and slipped off his
lap and over to her computer. She fired it up and logged onto the
internet. After a short search, she found the Web address she was
looking for and called up the news clippings from the past week. Scott
came to join her and she gave him the chair, slipping back onto his lap
as he read.

After a time he said, "Jimbo, it appears that our two lovelies here
have a bit of Mata Hari in them."

"So I heard. I told you they were women of mystery," Jimbo replied,
"Can I see your medal?" he asked Candice. She smiled at him and slipped
into her room. She came back carrying a velvet case. Mae slipped into
her room and came back with her own. Handing it to Scott.

"Isn't that a pretty bauble," Jimbo said, admiring the medal.

"And well deserved from what I'm reading here," Scott said, looking
between the screen and Mae's medal.

"We didn't do that much. Nothing heroic about letting a few guys follow
you around town. Candice and I are quite used to that anyway," Mae
chuckled.

"Don't go belittling yourself. It was a great service you did for your
country. I'm proud of both of you. Makes me feel proud to be an
American," Jimbo said. Mae and Candice looked at each other. They moved
together and kissed. Then Mae whispered in Candice's ear. Candice
giggled and nodded. They kissed again and separated. Moving to their
respective targets.

"If we're going to test this, let's really test it," Candice said,
sinking to her knees before Scott. Mae did the same before Jimbo.
Before either man could protest they found their robes pulled aside and
warm lips descending on them.

"A rough life indeed," Jimbo moaned. Scott just moaned.

Later the women led both men passively into Mae's bedroom. They didn't
come out again till late evening.
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Continued in chapters 91-95.

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