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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Eleven (Side Story):  Halloween


Codes:  MF, FF, MF+, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book

Disclaimer:  All artificial persons herein are based on characters 
owned by their creators, not the author.

Author's Note:  After I finished Chapter 11, I realized I had set up 
the story for Halloween and never delivered that part of the story, but 
by that point I had already topped 40 pages for the chapter.  So I 
decided to write the Halloween portion as a side story.


Dramatis Personae:
Frank _____ - Lead character, inventor of Alpha
Alpha - First A.I. in existence
Kasumi Tendo - artificial woman based on character from Ranma 1/2
Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan - artificial woman based on character from
	Daria
Jane Lane aka Jane Lannister - artificial woman based on character from Daria
Kara Zor-L aka Power Girl aka Karen Starr - artificial woman based on character 
	from DC Comics
Rei Ayanami aka  Rei Ayanami Ikari - artificial woman based on character from 
	Neon Genesis Evangelion
Anna Marie aka Rogue aka Anna Marie Raffen - artificial woman based on character 
	From Marvel Comics
Princess Diana aka Wonder Woman aka Diana Prince Walters - artificial woman 
	based on character from DC Comics
Zatanna Zatara aka Annabelle Tara Zane - artificial woman based on character 
	from DC Comics
Beta aka Bayonetta aka Elizabeth Alana Franks - cyborg copy of Alpha in body 
	based on video game character from Bayonetta
Gamma aka Jasmine aka Jasmine Marza - cyborg copy of Alpha in body based on 
	Character from Disney movie/TV series Aladdin 
Delta aka Elisa Maza aka Elizabeth Marza - cyborg copy of Alpha in body based on
	character from Disney TV series Gargoyles





	Halloween this year fell on the weekend, so we were free and 
clear to spend the whole day having fun.  As it turns out, the whole 
day in this case meant from noon on.

	This year, I had convinced the super-hero women in the household 
to wear their costumes for Halloween.  That meant that Power Girl, 
Wonder Woman, Zatanna and Rogue were wearing their comic book outfits, 
which might as well have been fetish-wear given how it aroused me.  I 
mean, Rogue's outfit is the most conservative, and even hers was 
basically a skin-tight bodysuit with leather jacket.  Zatanna was 
wearing fresh fishnet stockings.  Diana had her 'eagle' neckline 
showing off her impressive bust, bare legs and rope hanging off her 
hips. And Kara had a large oval cut out of her costume's breast, 
showing off the largest pair of boobs in the household.

	Around 11am, Kara and Diana sought me out and took me to my room, 
where a Batman outfit lay spread out on the bed.  This was a nice 
outfit too.  Not leather, but it was made of good strong material, no 
plastic.  The body of the suit was stretchy, showing off my figure 
instead of having muscles molded into the costume. Kara even applied 
some kind of face paint to blacken the area around my eyes so they 
would look right through the mask's eyeholes.  I was very glad the cowl 
included earholes so I could actually carry on a conversation; not sure 
how Batman would actually hear in this getup.

	After I was dressed, I spent a minute in front of the mirror, 
swishing the cape and growling, "I'm Batman" dramatically.

	Kara grinned.  "Not exactly the same, but I like it.  Princess?"

	"You remind me a bit more of the times when Dick puts on the 
suit."

	"I think you're right.  He's even about the same height."

	I tried shifting my voice up a couple octaves.  "Holy macaroni, 
Power Girl. Do you think Wonder Woman is right?"

	Kara replied, "I think both Dick and Bruce would absolutely hate 
that old TV show, and I can't wait to tell them about it next time I 
see them."

	Diana giggled, which is not a common sound coming from her, so it 
made us start laughing out loud.

	"Speaking of which," I said in my normal voice, "Thanks for not 
picking out the TV show version of the costume."

	"Well," said Kara, "just one more thing before we get you 
downstairs."

	She reached into my shorts and pumped my cock a little until it 
was at full erection... then she tucked it back in my pants and 
smoothed out the material over my hard-on, it's outline easily seen in 
the stretchy pants.

	"You're an evil, evil woman, Power Girl," I complained.

	She ignored my comment, taking my arm and leading me out, saying, 
"Hopefully everyone is dressed and ready."



	All of the household was downstairs waiting for us.  Zatanna and 
Rogue were in full costume.  Though no one else in the household had 
seen it before, Beta Bayonnetta was also in full costume as her game 
character, looking a lot like a sex-fetish version of a lady of Spain.

	Jane was the first one to catch my eye.  She was covered in blue 
body paint and small pieces of strategically placed rubber, wearing a 
red wig, looking like a very sexy Mystique from the X-Men movies.  I'm 
sure she chose that version because it was more daring, but I'm glad 
she chose that version since it shouldn't really trigger many bad 
memories for Rogue.  Jane was very much vamping it up, posing and 
obviously enjoying her near-nudity.

	Kasumi was dressed up as Cheetah, Wonder Woman's nemesis.  
Basically she was wearing a cat suit, patterned like a cheetah, with a 
half-mask.  The modern-era cheetah is an actual cat-girl of some sort, 
and the golden age version didn't wear a half-mask... but it was 
obvious who she was meant to be.

	Daria was dressed up as Catwoman from the Tim Burton movie, the 
version who home-stitched her outfit out of leather.  I think the 
costume must have provided a bit of a bust-enhancement, because I'm 
pretty sure Daria is still just an A-cup, whereas this Catwoman had 
what appeared to be a C-cup.  Still, the outfit covered nearly all of 
her skin, which may be why she picked it.  Plus, she got to carry a 
whip... maybe wondering if she'd get a chance to use it on Jane?

	The hardest to guess was Batgirl.  Not the red-headed classic 
Barbara Gordon Batgirl, but the Cassandra Cain Batgirl, with a full 
face mask.  I wonder if she picked it out herself or not, because it 
was very appropriate to her character. Cassandra Cain is of oriental 
descent (daughter of the master assassin Lady Shiva), mute (by 
upbringing, not physical defect) and lacks social skills... all of 
which could be used to describe Rei.

	I went around guessing each person's identity, complimenting them 
on the outfits, which were indeed very well done.  I guessed all of 
them correctly (though I was only able to do so by leaving Batgirl for 
last and using process of elimination).

	We took off for the university's Halloween fair in two vehicles, 
since we couldn't fit everyone in my minivan.  For once, I didn't 
drive, since my mask limited my field of view.  I sat in the back of 
the van, squeezed in-between 'Cheetah' and Wonder Woman, with Power 
Girl and Bayonetta in the middle seats, 'Mystique' driving and 
'Catwoman' riding shotgun.  I made Kasumi blush when I suggested Diana 
put a collar and leash on her adversary.  Kissing her didn't seem to 
reduce the blush at all, though I enjoyed trying.

	"So why did you pick a Batman costume for me?" I asked Diana and 
Kara.

	"Well, we had quite a debate about it," Kara began.  "Initially 
there were a lot of votes for Tarzan, but that fizzled because you 
don't have much of a tan and you would probably refuse to wear it."

	Diana continued, "There were some votes for Superman, though 
Zatanna kept insisting on Green Lantern for some reason."

	"Well, I do like Green Lantern.  What about someone from Anna's 
universe?" Rogue was in the other car, so she wasn't able to contribute 
to this conversation.

	"She wanted either Cyclops or Captain America, but couldn't 
muster the votes to win," Diana explained.

	"Not Gambit?"

	"Kara asked that and she said... what did she say?"

	"That you were both way too alike and different for that to 
work," Kara said.

	"Alike?  How am I like Gambit?"

	"You date a lot of different women, I suppose," Kara said with a 
smirk.

	I hung my head in feigned shame.

	"Eventually I pointed out to everyone that you were a rich, 
handsome playboy with lots of girlfriends and a basement cave full of 
gadgets and computers, so Batman was your natural costume," Kara said.

	"And that was that?" I asked.

	"Pretty much," Kara said.

	"I approved of the Batman choice," added Diana, "though I think 
he was a compromise choice for most of the rest of the group.  Just be 
glad Jane was voted down.  She wanted everyone to go in body paint."

	"It would have been awesome," I heard Jane say from the front 
seat.

	"It would have been cold," I replied.

	"It can be both," she protested.  "Besides, it's 70-something 
outside right now; that's plenty warm."

	"And the parties tonight?" I asked, "When it drops to the 50's?"

	"That just means we would have been all perky!" she said 
enthusiastically.

	"We'll see if you still feel that way later tonight," Kara said.

	"Eh," Jane said dismissively.  "The nice thing about Mystique is 
that I can change clothes and remain in character."

	We laughed.


	The Halloween fair was surprisingly tame, given that it was run 
by college students.  Maybe the fun stuff didn't start until after 
dark.  Still, there were snacks to be had, booth games to play, local 
musicians providing music and costumes everywhere.  No carnival rides, 
but there was a haunted house.

	We bought plenty of tickets and played lots of games.  Out of 8 
different carny-style games played, I won a grand total of:  a pair of 
fuzzy dice and a stuffed pumpkin with stitched on face.  Kara, Diana 
and Rogue tended to win a LOT.  They eventually developed small crowds 
of kids following them around, to which they distributed the various 
stuffed animals they were winning.  Zatanna was pretty accurate with 
her throws and shots in the games, but she ended up doing an impromptu 
magic show for children instead.

	Beta, Elisa and Jasmine could have each easily matched the 
others' skills, but I had asked them to hold back, since their skills 
were not supposed to be public knowledge.

	The ladies attracted some appreciative looks, but this was a 
college campus, so there were a lot of interesting and daring outfits.  
Heck, I saw half a dozen other women wearing mostly body paint (two 
that I'm pretty sure were wearing ONLY body paint).

	I traded out companions constantly throughout the 3 hours we 
spent at the fair, but Jane and Daria were my primary hosts/guides.  (I 
noticed that Beta, Jasmine and Elisa all tended to stay within line of 
sight of me, which I appreciated.)


	A little after 1pm, Daria guided me to the university library 
saying she wanted to show me something.  The TCU library was a three 
story building, much larger than most public libraries, but not as 
large and some other university libraries I had seen.  She signed me in 
as a guest and took me downstairs to the basement.  The basement was 
what I imagined as a classic college library -- lots of close shelves, 
dim lighting in most areas and lots of areas with twisty hallways, 
small rooms and hidden side areas.

	"So what do you want to show me?" I said, looking back where I 
caught a glimpse of Elisa and Jasmine quietly following while they 
tried to stay out of view.

	She seemed a little preoccupied as she pulled me along.  "I think 
just around here... yeah, this will do," she said, pulling me into a 
small dark study room with a small table and two chairs, closing the 
door behind us.  From her purse, she pulled out a folded piece of paper 
and taped it over the window on the door.

	"Quick, get your pants off," she said as she worked her Catwoman 
body suit off, pulling her arms free.

	I was seriously surprised.  I would expect this from a few of my 
women, but Daria?

	"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Daria?"

	She looked over at me with a little exasperation, nude from the 
waist up. The Catwoman suit was apparently all one piece.

	She grabbed at my pants, saying "I thought guys loved doing this 
sort of thing.  And since when are you going to refuse a chance to have 
sex?"

	"Well, I do... I mean, I will... I want to, but this is kind 
of... out of character for you..."

	As I started to pull my pants off, she returned to working the 
costume down her hips and legs.  Panties were the only underwear she 
had on, and those not for  long.

	"Yeah, yeah, hurry up and stick it in me," she said pulling one 
leg free.

	"Not really very romantic," I observed.

	"Yeah, but it's exciting and adventurous."

	"Are you sure this isn't just some kind of bet with Jane again?"

	"Uhhh... I deny any and all such accusations and demand a trial 
by a jury of my peers.  On a completely unrelated note, I'm glad to see 
a definite lack of blue paint on your junk."

	"Hey, only guys get to call it junk.  I refuse to go any further 
until choose a different noun to describe my little guy."  I cupped my 
junk protectively.

	Instead she froze and asked, "Did you hear something?"

	I stopped and listened.  "Nope, but you're welcome to step 
outside to look around."

	"No thanks.  Now quick," she said sitting on the edge of the 
study table, "stick your manhood in my womanhood and leave a deposit."

	This had to be the least romantic and sexually exciting encounter 
I had ever had, and that was including various rendezvous with 
Alphadroid Dorothy.  I can do without romance, but I'd imagine even a 
jaded prostitute could fake more excitement than Daria was providing.

	"I feel so used," I muttered as I pumped my cock.  I focused on 
her nudity. In doing so, I noticed a lack of moisture between her 
nether lips.

	I reached out and ran my finger along her labia.  Usually her 
implants would ensure that she was all juiced up and ready to go, but I 
guess her fear of public exposure was enough to severely limit her 
programmed reactions.

	"Do you have any lubricant?" I asked.

	She looked at me blankly for a moment.  "No, I've... never needed 
it before, so I didn't think about..."

	"No problem," I said, as I knelt down and started licking.  It 
only took a minute or two for her flow to provide what I considered to 
be sufficient natural lube.

	I stood up and pointed my cock at her face.  "If you could give 
me a little bit of similar lubrication?"

	She sucked me in, bringing me to full hardness and slobbering all 
over my little man as best she could.  She pulled back and said, "Now, 
let's do this quickly.  I really don't want to get caught."

	I entered her carefully, making sure I could move back and forth 
smoothly without hurting her.  She hissed as I crept in and out of her 
vagina and urged me to go faster.

	I was tempted to lean down and start teasing her about the risk 
or how she was such an exhibitionist... but I knew she wasn't and I was 
afraid I'd just make this take longer.  While it was exciting, I didn't 
want to get caught either.  So instead I covered her mouth with mine to 
mute her squeaks and hisses and picked up the pace.
	 
	At Daria's insistence I was trying for a quick come, so I let 
myself go and got off in a little under 5 minutes.  I was happy to note 
that Daria came once, although that is a subnormal result for Daria, 
who was normally very multi-orgasmic.

	After recovering and regaining our breath for a leisurely 30 
seconds, Daria pushed me off of her and dug a packet of wipes out of 
her purse.  She cleaned herself up, then handed me a wipe while she 
struggled to put her costume back on as quickly as possible.  I had the 
presence of mind to check her costume as it went back on and, yes, the 
costume increased her bust by about two cup sizes.

	Three minutes after I had come, we were both climbing the stairs 
to leave. Jasmine and Elisa followed us out at a discreet distance, 
though I should point out that at this time, the household had not yet 
been introduced to them, so Daria took no note of them at all.


	About 45 minutes later, Jane led me into the back of BB-gun-
target-shooting game run by art students.  There was a small fairly 
dark storage area between the mechanical but artistic targets and the 
tarp-like back of the tent.

	"Time for a little exhibitionist sex," she whispered loudly.

	"I don't think it counts as exhibitionist if you're hidden from 
view," I whispered back.

	"Public sex, then," she said as she undid my belt.

	"Are you sure you want to do this now?  Won't your body paint get 
all over my costume?"

	"Yeah, and my rubber pube-covering is tacked on with spirit gum 
and two-sided tape which would be a huge pain to reattach here, which 
is why I'm giving you a blow job instead."

	She yanked my pants and underwear down to my knees and grabbed my 
limp member in one hand.  After tasting it briefly, she drew back and 
looked at me accusingly.

	"You taste like baby wipes and Daria."

	"Yup," I said happily.  "She snuck me into a library study room 
where we did the nasty.  I'm guessing you two had another bet?"

	"Damn it.  Well," she started licking me while she continued 
talking.  "The bet wasn't to see who could get to you first, it was 
whether or not she'd do it at all.  I guess the library counts.  You 
know, I had to win a bet just to get her to agree to take this bet.  I 
thought for sure she'd chicken out."

	"What are the stakes this time?"

	"Loser spends the day -- a school day, mind you -- with a plug 
stuck up her ass and ben wa balls in her pussy."

	Honestly I have no idea why they make these bets.  I mean, yeah, 
they made bets with each other sometimes throughout the TV series, but 
not with stuff like this.  I guess they were a great example of how 
living people evolve and change much more than cartoon characters.  
Plus there's the whole deal with their implants that made them into 
much more sexual beings than they were originally.

	"I'd have thought you would have already done something like 
that."

	"Not the ass plug.  Those things are really uncomfortable, 
especially when you sit down.  Time to get to work.  Feel free to make 
porno noises if you want."  Which is ironic because she's normally the 
loud, vocal one during sex, which come to think of it made it a very 
good thing she was giving me a blow job and keeping her mouth occupied 
given our public location.

	By now, between her stroking and licking me, I was mostly hard, 
and she switched to full blow-job mode.  Jane had eventually developed 
enough skill that she could swallow me almost to the root.  (For some 
reason she just couldn't get that last inch, which made no sense to me.  
If you can swallow 8 inches, why not 9?)  She supplemented her 
swallowing with an active tongue and humming, rumbling throat.

	Her hands wandered while she sucked, playing with my balls, butt 
and asshole. Her fingers circled my balls, traced my perineum and 
dipped inside my anus.  Her mouth drew back so that her tongue could 
play with my urethra and cock head, then plunged back down.  With her 
varied manipulations and the public setting, I took less than 10 
minutes to blast off down her throat, despite having come less than an 
hour before.

	She swallowed it all, gave me a general cleaning lick, then 
pulled my pants back up for me.  Before she did so, I noticed that 
parts of my genitals and thighs were smeared blue, but it would all be 
covered by the costume so I wasn't worried. On the other hand, the 
paint on her face and hands definitely needed some touching up.

	Jane was obviously thinking the same thing, since she pulled out 
a cosmetic mirror and checked herself over.  The light in here was 
pretty bad, so she shrugged and stepped out the back tent flap.  
Showing no shame, she pulled out a little pump spray of blue paint and 
repainted her mouth, forearms and hands.  (I helped with the spraying 
to make things easier.)

	"So you both got some hidden in a public place.  Who wins or 
what's next?" I asked.

	She leaned in close to whisper in my ear.  "Same thing, but with 
pussy instead of cock this time."

	I raised an eyebrow at her and whispered back, "Good luck."

	"I think you mean 'Good hunting'," she said as she walked off, 
swaying her hips at me.

	If they had to finish their bet before we left the carnival, they 
only had... checking my watch... another hour and a half, since we were 
planning to leave about 3:30pm.

	I waved over Beta to get a general update on the gang.  I guess 
I'm used to having current location/activity information available to 
me for my women because Alpha has nearly all of both home and work 
locations under constant observation. Since I was the only person being 
actively observed at the fair here (ie. being guarded), Beta only had 
sketchy information on the others... though she did know that Daria and 
Rei had gone off together.

	So I bought an overpriced bottle of water and sat down to listen 
to the musical entertainment, currently another small college rock band 
of moderate talent.  Beta joined me and a few minutes later, Zatanna 
and Kasumi found us and joined us for a respite.  I got some 
appreciative glances when they both greeted me with a kiss.  Kasumi was 
carrying a stuffed penguin which she confided Zatanna had won for her.

	Over the next half hour, the rest of the gang found us.  When 
Daria and Rei showed up, Rei actually looked slightly flushed, which is 
unusual given her normal emotionless expressions.  Eventually Jane 
showed up, walking between somewhat smug-faced Kara and Diana.  Later I 
would confirm that yes, indeed, Jane had eaten them both out in the 
same tent storage where she had sucked me off.

	We visited a fraternity-created haunted house... which I had to 
admit was pretty well done... then left for the Anderson Halloween 
party.


	I've previously pointed out that I have friends and family 
outside the life described in these chapters.  (Well, I have no 
immediate family left alive, that's true, only aunts, uncles and 
cousins.)  As I've also pointed out, I deliberately leave them out of 
the story.  You may have picked up on the fact that I'm a fairly 
private person and want to keep the two sides of my life as separate as 
possible.  But in this instance friends and my home life overlapped.
	The Andersons are business friends.  Well, Mr Robert Anderson is.  
He runs the construction firm that I used to build my house and 
renovate my office building and warehouse.  When Kara and Anna smashed 
up my staircase, he was the one I called.  When my estate wall was 
smashed into during the storm, he was the one who had a team out to fix 
it in less than a week.  Every year he gives a large Halloween party 
for all of his major clients, hosted at a very nice downtown hotel.
	I had attended both previous years and had enjoyed myself.  All 
the state's movers and shakers attended.  There were probably billions 
of dollars represented, to say nothing of the political power.  But one 
of the rules was that everyone had to wear masks until dinner so the 
schmoozing was kept to a minimum for the first couple hours of the 
party which kept it fun.
	I hit him up for enough tickets for my group, which was unusual 
but he gave in when I pointed out that except for me, they were all 
pretty young women.
	Rob Anderson was a 40-something black man who was a genius at 
getting large construction projects done under time and under budget.  
His current wife was... well, let's be honest, a trophy wife.  Yori was 
a gorgeous half-asian valley girl from California in her late 20's with 
a great sense of style and a surprisingly pleasant personality.  
	Rob's daughter from his first marriage, Yvonne, was acting as co-
host.  Yvonne was a college student studying business at Rice 
University.  She was only slightly younger than her step mother, but 
was, in my opinion, much prettier.
	Yvonne stands about 5'6" with dark black skin, full lips and hair 
styled in long ringlets that cascaded down her back.  Her breasts and 
butt were modest for black women but, as she liked wearing clothes that 
displayed her assets, it was clear that those assets were a smooth, 
soft and creamy chocolate.

	It was almost ironic, given my predilections, that Yvonne was 
dressed as Storm from the X-Men, with a long white wig and an outfit 
that looked like Storm's costume from her early Claremont/Byrne 
appearances -- black mid-riff-baring swimsuit, black leggings and a 
gold-edged black cape.

	Rob, who was dressed as Lando Calrissian, had already met most of 
my group, but mostly only in passing.  So I introduced everyone to Rob, 
Yori (dressed as Princess Leia) and Yvonne as they entered.  Yvonne was 
having trouble standing still, as she had obviously been standing there 
for quite some time greeting people.  Still, she gave a smile when I 
introduced Anna to her with "Rogue, meet Storm.  Storm, Rogue.  I'm 
sure you two have a lot in common."

	Half an hour later, Yvonne bumped into me at the open bar, where 
she asked, "So, how did you collect so many pretty women to bring?"

	"Because I'm Batman," I rasped back at her, which got a laugh.  
"Why don't you come over and join us for a while?  Take a break from 
being hostess for a couple minutes.  Y'know, relax and just be a 
superhero."

	Surprisingly, she did.  Well, surprising to me.  From talking to 
my women at different times, I've apparently developed a very 
attractive confidence and self-assurance (no doubt due to my 
experiences with my own strong, intelligent women who are 
overwhelmingly attracted to me), but at the time, I wasn't planning on 
bedding Yvonne.  I was just trying to be friendly.  Okay, maybe my 
friendliness has been tainted with flirting over time, but it wasn't 
intentional flirting.  Plus I was decently handsome, in good shape, 
looked like I was in my late twenties and was richer than her father.

	Yvonne apparently really enjoyed my group and was laughing and, 
though I only recognize it as such in retrospect, flirting.

	The party ran from 4 to 9 and though we didn't arrive until about 
4:30, Yvonne ended spending about two hours with our group.

	About 7:30, I excused myself to go find a restroom.  After 
relieving myself, I started back to the party hall only to find Yvonne 
waiting for me along the way.

	"Come here," she said, crooking a finger at me.  She led me 
around a corner, out of sight of any wandering partiers.

	"What's up," I asked with a friendly smile.

	In response, she grabbed my neck and pulled me into a fairly 
intense kiss.  I only froze up for a moment before I did my best to 
return her lip-play.  No tongues at that point, but it must have lasted 
at least half a minute before we pulled back for a breath.  Maybe I 
should point out that we had passed the unmasking point in the party 
and my cowl was hanging from the back of my collar, otherwise kissing 
would have been a bit more awkward.

	"That's nice," I whispered, as I dropped my hands to hold her 
hips.  "What brought that on?"

	"I needed to see what it was like."

	"And how was it?"

	"I need some more testing.  Come on," she started pulling me 
toward the stairs.  "I have a room on three."

	I let her pull me along, but asked, "Not that I'm objecting, but 
do you do this often?"

	"Not really, but I subscribe to the philosophy that experience is 
better than timidity or regret."

	"I can appreciate that.  Ummm... not to kill the mood, but I 
don't have any protection with me right now."

	"In the room."

	A few years ago, I probably would have asked her 'Why pick me?'.  
After having lived with Alpha and my women for a few years, questions 
like that were no longer a big part of my personality.  I suppose that 
shows a degree of arrogance, which I need to curtail... but not right 
now.

	As we moved up the stairs, I pulled her back to me for another 
kiss, this time pushing my tongue into her mouth.  I was trying to feel 
out how she wanted this to develop.  I started out gently pushing my 
tongue against her lips, only to have her respond by shoving her tongue 
forcefully into my mouth.  Assuming she wanted a somewhat rougher 
encounter, I responded in kind.  I expanded our contact my sliding my 
hands along her sides and under her costume to cup her wonderfully soft 
and smooth ass.  She couldn't find easy access to my costume so she 
settled for feeling up my chest.

	When we broke off, she said, "I thought that was just the 
costume, but this is really you?"  She pinched my stomach.

	"Of course, and this," I lightly pinched her ass, "feels like 
it's really you."

	Her hands finally discovered that the costume's belt isn't really 
a belt but part of the actual shorts that pull up over the stocking-
like leggings.  In discovering this, she also felt the head of my cock 
starting to poke up above the belt.

	Before she reached inside my pants, I pulled her hand back a 
little and said, "Too public.  Wait til we reach your room."

	She gave me another kiss, grinding her breasts against my chest, 
then pulled back and somehow fished a keycard out of her costume's 
belt.  "Then let's go," she said, pulling me up the stairs again.

	I had a moment of clarity of thought and pulled out my phone with 
my free hand.  She looked at me curiously, to which I said, "I'm 
texting Beta that I'm stuck in the bathroom for a while."

	Yvonne nodded at me as I punched in a message that said, "Sex 
with Y. Third floor."

	It's entirely possible that Beta (or Gamma or Delta) was 
following me surreptitiously, but if not, Alpha would have come 
searching for me within a couple minutes.

	About the time we emerged onto the third floor, I received a 
reply:  "D&G will be in Rm 314."

	Alpha was somewhat paranoid about letting me go off on my own.  I 
think she had watched too much TV and worried that Yvonne might be a 
psycho or have a crazed ex-boyfriend waiting or something silly like 
that.  Although she was being discreet about it, Alpha was making sure 
one of her bodies was near me all day long.  And if you think that's 
being overprotective, that's nothing compared to what she was like 
after the Las Vegas troubles.

	When Yvonne led me to room 316, I realized Alpha had set a record 
accessing the hotel's systems to find out where she was staying and 
book the room next door.

	Once we were inside with the door closed, our hands flew into a 
confusing mess with both of us trying to strip off both costumes at the 
same time.  I pulled off my cape and cowl while she started pulling off 
the dark body stocking that served as a shirt.  While I pulled down my 
shorts, she whipped off her white wig and headpiece.  I started trying 
to pull off her one-piece costume body, but she stopped me, indicating 
that the thigh-high boots had to come off first.  I helped her with 
that, taking a generous feel of her thighs and legs in the process. 
Though not a foot fetishist myself, I've done some toe sucking in the 
past and tried to do some with her.  She moaned a little in response 
but was too impatient to enjoy it.  Once both of her boots were off, 
she pulled off her body costume while I started working my leggings 
off.

	In short order, we were both naked and fell onto each other on 
her bed. Although I had ejaculated twice earlier today, the prospect of 
having sex with someone new, someone young and beautiful, not to 
mention my first black woman, was easily enough to have me rock hard 
with my cock bouncing between us. 

	She had luscious, soft black skin, full lips and large almond 
eyes.  Her breasts were probably B cups and felt soft and natural, with 
hard, wide chocolate nipples topping each mound.  She was obviously not 
an athlete but had that firmness of youth that was so enticing yet 
didn't prevent her flesh from being soft and giving in all the right 
places.  Her bush had a bikini trim, but that was all, with her 
glistening pubic lips covered with soft downy fur.

	We kissed each other with a mild ferocity while our hands 
explored each other's body.  Although her hands wandered all over me, 
they kept returning to my erection, stroking me, gripping the shaft and 
rubbing the head.

	"Oooo... aren't you a big one," she growled at me.  "We can't 
take too long or I'd suck you off and play with you more first."

	"Where's... aahhh... the condoms?" I asked.

	"Just a sec," she said, hopping out of bed and dashing off to the 
bathroom, giving me a wonderful view of her ass.

	Half a minute later she was back, dropping a box on the bedside 
table and brandishing a small foil-wrapped circle in one hand and a 
tube of lube in the other. 

	"I hope it's big enough," she said, taking the foil square in her 
teeth and tearing it open.

	She sat by my cock and paused before rolling the condom down my 
dick. "What's this blue stuff?"

	Damn it, I thought.  I had forgotten all about the body paint.  I 
couldn't think of a good lie, so I went with an approximate version of 
the truth.

	"It's body paint from Jane... you know, the one dressed up as 
Mystique. Earlier this afternoon, she got dared to pull down my pants 
and ended up doing a bit more.  I didn't bother cleaning it up because 
I wasn't expecting anything like this to happen this evening."

	"You should of stripped off her pants too."

	"She's not wearing any.  Her costume appears to consist of body 
paint and glued on pieces of rubber or something."

	"Really?  I only remember seeing her sitting down."  Which was 
either a lie or she really didn't pay attention when we were in the 
greeting line-up.  "Maybe Storm should zap her ass later on."

	"Nah, it's okay.  I mean, it's not like I didn't enjoy it 
myself."

	"Oh yeah?  Well, then shame," here she paused to lick the length 
of my cock. "On."  She engulfed the head in her mouth and swirled her 
tongue around it.  "You." She lightly bit just behind the helmet.  
"Too."  She dug her tongue into the tip of my urethra.

	Finally, she rolled the condom down my penis, rubbed it down with 
some lube, applied some to herself, then lay down next to me, plunging 
her tongue into my mouth.

	When we broke the kiss, I said, "I'm more than willing to give 
some oral attention if you want."

	She shut her eyes briefly.  "Yeah, I do want, but if we take too 
long, Dad'll come looking for me."  She urged me to move on top of her, 
and I eagerly obliged.

	Yvonne hissed as I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her 
slit for a moment before pushing gently until the head was inside.  I 
was going very slowly to avoid hurting her, or at least that was the 
plan.

	"Shove it all the way inside.  Come on," she demanded.

	"Are you sure?  I've bruised people before," I asked.

	"Do it."

	I pushed in full length in one stroke.  Deep inside, her natural 
juices weren't sufficient but the artificial lube was helping.  As I 
bottomed out, I could feel myself pushing against her cervix slightly.

	"Oh yeah," she hissed.

	Pulling out almost completely, I repeated the stroke even harder.  
She obviously preferred it this way, so I kept up the pace and 
strength.  I could feel her hands roaming my back and ass, with her 
nails occasionally digging in.  I wondered if she was drawing blood, 
but really didn't care at the moment.

	She came after a little over 5 minutes of fucking, her body going 
into an all-over shiver and shudder, punctuated by loud orgasmic cries 
of "Yes!  Oh Yes!" almost like she was in a porno movie.

	After she calmed down, I stuffed a pillow under her ass, lifted 
her legs so her knees were almost draped over my shoulders and plunged 
back in.  In this position, my cock was knocking on the door of her 
uterus with every stroke.

	I think I was only a minute or so from coming when I felt the 
condom tear.

	"Damn!"  I pulled out and saw that it had torn near the tip and 
started rolling down my shaft.

	"Just a minute," I said.  Yvonne seemed a bit out of it, trying 
hard to focus on what I was doing to figure out why I had stopped.

	When I had a replacement condom on, she had recovered enough to 
say, "Wait. Just a sec..."

	She flipped herself over and got up onto her knees, head mostly 
buried in the pillow.  Reaching back, she pulled her pussy lips apart 
and said, "Okay, go."

	I took just a moment to enjoy the sight of the gash of bright wet 
pink looking at me from a sea of dark chocolate.  With all the juices 
leaking out of her, there was obviously no need for more lube this 
time.

	I sunk myself back inside her and restarted my pumping.  Once I 
had regained my rhythm, I gave up my very enjoyable grasp of her hips 
and reached under to play with her clitty.  One of her own hands was 
already there, frigging like crazy, so instead I leaned over her and 
cupped her breasts, tweaking and fingering her hard thick nipples.

	Bending over her like that meant that I couldn't give the same 
power to my thrusts as before, so I left her breasts after only a 
minute of play.  Instead, I wet my right pinkie finger with her juices 
and worked it into her ass as I pumped my hips.  As soon as my little 
finger had entered her dark ring, her pussy clenched down on me.  It 
only took another minute for me to near my orgasm.

	"I'm almost there," I warned her.

	"Spank me!" she demanded.

	I swapped my pinkies so that her ass was still getting attention 
and my right hand was free.  Then I started swatting her rear with my 
right hand.  I wasn't trying to bruise her, but I wanted her to feel it 
so I swatted pretty sharply.

	"Come on, baby, you know you want it hard," I said, trying to 
encourage her.

	The next time her pussy clenched up on my member proved to be my 
breaking point.  I gave her one final slap, then thrust deep and spewed 
into the condom.  Feeling this, she froze up, then started shaking like 
before.  I think she said something too, but her face was buried in a 
pillow at the time.

	When I had recovered sufficiently, I withdrew and sat on the edge 
of the bed.  I carefully took off the condom and tied it off.

	Yvonne was recovering, but still apparently out of it a bit.  I 
touched her arm trying to get her attention, to no avail.  I leaned 
over, kissed her cheek (her lips were mostly buried in the pillow) and 
said, "Yvonne?"

	"Huh?  What?"

	"If you're worried about being searched for, we need to leave 
soon.  By the time we get cleaned up, we'll have been gone half an 
hour."

	"Okay.  Cleaned up?"

	Still not mentally focused yet, apparently.  I picked her up and 
carried her into the bathroom.  I stood her up in the shower, turned on 
the water, flushed the condom and joined her.

	Five minutes later, we were both clean enough to pass and getting 
redressed.  My back had stung in places under the shower, but there was 
no flow of blood, so I'm pretty sure the scratches were superficial.

	"Frank, that was really good.  Amazing even."

	"You're pretty good yourself.  The next time you're in town, give 
me a call and I'll see if I can give you something better than a 
quickie."

	"That was a quickie?"

	"Well... yeah.  What do you consider a quickie?"

	"When the guy comes in two minutes or so."

	"Ouch."  Our actual fucking had lasted 15 minutes at most.  "I 
guess that's the drawback to college guys."

	"No, that's the drawback to GUYS in general.  I've only ever 
slept with two college guys."

	"Then maybe you've just had bad luck with guys so far."  I really 
wanted to inquire as to more specifics, but that would be rude... 
probably.  Darn, maybe I was just overcompensating since she was my 
first real woman in years.

	"Well, just a second here," I said as I zipped up her second 
boot.  I fished my wallet out of my 'utility belt', and pulled out one 
of my business cards with my personal cell number.  "Here, that's my 
private number and email.  I know you go to college half a days' drive 
south, so I'm not going to call you.  If you're back in town and want 
to give me a chance to show you a better time, call or write me.  Now 
let's go and make sure we aren't in trouble."

	She put my card in a small suitcase on the dresser.

	Before we stepped out of the room, while I was putting on my 
cape/cowl, I said, "I'd also appreciate it if your father didn't know.  
You can do what you want, but it would probably make our future 
business... uncomfortable."

	She smirked, "Dad doesn't know half of what I do.  And probably 
wouldn't want to know."

	I offered her a crooked arm and we strolled back to the party.  
We separated just before re-entering.


	As it turns out, my women had broken into smaller groups to try a 
few of the activities -- bobbing for apples, painting pumpkins, dancing 
-- and the rooms were crowded so everyone just assumed I was somewhere 
else.

	A minute after Yvonne was out of sight, I got a call on my phone.  
Beta needed to talk to me in a bit of privacy, so I hurried back to the 
hallway to meet her.

	As soon as she was relatively sure we weren't in danger of being 
overheard, she said in a low voice, "Your encounter with Yvonne was 
recorded."

	"What?  Who was?  I mean, who was doing the recording?"

	"I believe she was.  A small USB webcam was connected to her 
laptop and set to start recording as soon as the camera sensed motion.  
Her laptop had the built-in wireless access enabled, so Delta and Gamma 
were able to access it with only minor difficulty.  Her computer has 7 
other intimate encounters recorded and stored on it."

	That was... unexpected.

	"Any indication as to intent?"

	"Not yet."

	"Okay.  Copy all the videos and personal files.  We'll look at 
them later. Then delete the video with me on it.  Actually, don't just 
delete it, shred it and clear the history of references to it.  If you 
can, make it look like one of the settings was incorrectly set or 
something.  We'll hope she isn't enough of a techie to find out that 
she was hacked."

	"Working.  It will be completed in approximately 10 minutes."

	"Thank you.  And good work.  I really didn't expect anything like 
that to happen."

	"You're welcome.  I live to serve."

	I kissed her softly on the cheek.  "You live to be yourself and 
help bring about a good future for yourself and the human race.  And 
you're doing very well so far."


	We left the party a little over an hour later, but in that hour I 
was able to dance with all of my women and Yvonne.  Not that I'm a good 
dancer, but I can usually avoid embarrassing myself too much.

	I was really tempted to confront Yvonne about her camera, but I'm 
used to keeping secrets and just kept quiet.  She told me should would 
be back in town at the end of November but probably wouldn't be able to 
get away from her family then. She proposed driving up over a weekend 
and spending a Saturday night with me.  I said that sounded like a good 
possibility, but to only do it if her class schedule allowed her a 
weekend off.  And to be sure to email me first, since my schedule was 
pretty full too.

	Even ignoring the video, I didn't know if I wanted an actual 
long-term relationship with her.  If she was just a wild-child 
rebelling against her divorced parents, then she was probably of no 
long-term interest to me until she grew up some more.  But I didn't 
want to reject her offhand or hurt her.  For that matter, she might be 
or grow into my soul mate.


	It was close to 9 when we left.  While we were driving home, I 
texted a conversation with Alpha.  I confirmed that the other videos 
showed Yvonne sleeping with different men, 5 different men and one 
woman in 7 videos as it turns out.  (The woman was a bit of a surprise.  
College experimentation maybe?)

	Given the number of people we knew she had slept with and my 
broken condom, I had Alpha prep her nanites to give me a quick STD 
examination.  With the nanites, we could examine and diagnose immediately 
before any possible symptoms showed up, and especially before I passed any 
infections along to the rest of the household.

	When we got home, I had Kara set up her first movie (John 
Carpenter's The Thing) and excused myself for half an hour to the 
basement.  

	As it turns out my paranoia paid off.  There were traces of 
Chlamydia trachomatis (ie Chlamydia) working its way up my urethra.  
Fortunately it was quickly and easily treated.  Heck, all you need are 
antibiotics.  Nanites are overkill.  (And on Yvonne's behalf, I should 
point out that most women who have Chlamydia have no symptoms and don't 
know they have it.)

	While that was being worked on, we started sorting through 
Yvonne's personal information.  By hacking her email, it quickly became 
apparent that she and half a dozen of her friends made a habit of 
recording their sexual encounters and sharing the videos.  They would 
rate the guys and performances, offer suggestions and trade information 
if they were interested in the showcased performers.  Oddly enough, her 
group was pretty open about sexuality; the videos were about 60% male-
female, 30% female-female and 10% threesome or orgy.  Yvonne hadn't 
showed up in any of the 3-or-more videos, but her emails showed an 
interest in trying.  I almost wanted to let her share my video so I 
could see my ratings.

	I cleaned myself up, asked Alpha to remind me to send Yvonne an 
email about her chlamydia in a few days and rejoined my ladies with 
their movie.


	I got there just in time for the upside-down head to spiderwalk 
across the screen.  I snuck up behind Kara and was about to do a finger 
spiderwalk across her back when she said, "Frank, why don't just sit 
down instead of doing whatever surprise you're planning to do."

	I muttered, "Stupid supersenses take all the fun out of trying to 
make you jump."  Then I squished in-between Kara and Anna where they 
had left a space not quite big enough for me to sit.

	They were both still in their costumes, so I was squashed between 
lots of exposed flesh on one side and no-exposed-skin-but-nothing-left-
to-the-imagination on the other side.  I'd guess Rogue had never seen 
this movie before, because the jumping blood and crawling body parts 
had her jumping a bit.  I put an arm around her back and held her close 
for the rest of the show.

	About half the household went to bed after The Thing ended, but 
the superheroes and Jane stayed for the second feature, Dawn of the 
Dead.  I snuggled up to my women to enjoy undead cannibalism and stupid 
living people at their finest.

	It was after 2 am by the time the movies ended.  All the popcorn 
had been eaten, all the beers and soda pop drunk.

	"Bedtime!" I announced as I struggled to stand up.  I found that 
my left leg had gone to sleep, so I sat back down.

	"Are you going to sleep down here or something?" Kara inquired.

	"My leg's asleep, so just give me a minute," I explained, not 
sure if Kara was even my intended bedmate tonight.

	"I think we can help with that," Anna said.  She bent down, 
picked me up and tossed me over her shoulder.

	"Hey!" I complained.  "Careful there."  My leg really was 
tingling painfully at the moment.

	"Oh hush," she said, slapping my behind lightly.  "I carried the 
Professor around all the time."

	"And you probably did so much more nicely or he would've brain-
blasted you."

	"Yeah, but you're tougher than he is, so no complaining," she 
said, carrying me to the stairs.

	"I'll complain if I want to," I sulked quietly, which got me 
another slap on the rear end.  The hand stayed there as she carried me 
upstairs, massaging my butt and feeling me up as best she could.  I 
didn't have the cape/cowl on anymore, but I was still wearing the 
tights and shorts, so she could cop a significant feel very easily.

	As I was being carried, I noticed that we had quite an entourage 
tonight. Kara, Diana and Zatanna were all following Anna to my room.

	"Not that I'm complaining, but what's up?  Why so many people 
tonight?"

	"Well, we..." Anna started, then paused.

	Zatanna picked up the explanation.  "Since the four of us are the 
ones who are trapped away from our home dimensions, we wanted to thank 
you."

	"We'd be alone, broke and probably either in an asylum or prison 
or a lab somewhere if not for you," Anna continued.

	"So we wanted to thank you as ourselves," Diana added, gesturing 
at her costume.

	"Plus, I'm sure you have a superhero fetish, so if the four of us 
smother you with sex tonight, it should be an extra-special thank you," 
said Kara with a grin.

	We entered my room and Anna laid me down on my bed.  I looked at 
at four beautiful 'superheroes' and asked, "What now?"

	"Whatever you want," Zatanna replied, with a grin and a small 
wiggle in her hips.

	I thought for a moment, then said, "Let's all focus on one person 
at a time in... uhhh... in the order of your arrival here.  Which means 
Kara's first."

	I directed the action as we stripped Power Girl of her costume 
and arranged her in the middle of the bed.  I kissed her intensely as 
the rest of the women teased and enjoyed the rest of her body.  As I 
worked my way down her body -- kissing her lips, neck, breasts and 
nipples, belly, digging my tongue into her belly button, teasing her 
well-trimmed pubic hair and finally reaching her vagina -- the other 
women surrounded us.  The rest of my costume was slowly stripped off 
and all of Kara's body was caressed and aroused.

	As I ate her out, enjoying the familiar taste of her freely 
flowing vaginal juices, Anna and Zatanna sucked her nipples and 
Diana... instead of just kissing Kara, Diana was licking Kara's lips 
and face.  Kara's tongue darted out to meet Diana's when it passed her 
lips, and for a moment Diana seemed intent on licking Kara's tongue 
clean.  The sight drew my attention away from my task at her vagina 
until Kara's hips thrust up into my face, and I returned my attention 
to the cunnilingus at hand.

	After about three minutes of clit-licking and fingering her 
vagina from the inside, I crawled up between her thighs and started 
fucking.  Anna and Zatanna kept their attention focused on Kara's 
breasts, while Diana had shifted so that her crotch was under Kara's 
head, supporting her head like a star-spangled pillow.

	Having come three times already today, I doubted my ability to 
get off more than once or twice, even with the fantastic fantasy 
situation I was in, so my goal was to give Kara a good orgasm and move 
on down my list.

	I pumped in and out for a few minutes before I had to slow down 
to avoid getting too close to popping off.  Instead I kept fucking 
slowly and used my fingers to play with her clit, rubbing the clitoral 
hood back and forth as if I was masturbating a tiny penis while 
continuing our actual intercourse.

	"Bite her nipples... not too hard, but let her feel your teeth," 
I told Anna and Zana.

	Finally the sensory overload was too much for Kara and she 
started thrashing in orgasm.  This was probably the most energetic 
orgasm I had seen her have and I was glad I had two other super-strong 
females handy to hold her down.

	When she finally calmed down, I pulled out, leaned over her and 
gave her a deep, loving kiss.

	"I love you, Kara."

	Then in a switch that would seem inappropriate under almost any 
other circumstance, I turned to Rogue and said, "Now it's your turn."

	Anna Marie/Rogue had long since removed her jacket, but her green 
and yellow jumpsuit still needed to be peeled off her hard body and 
long, long legs.  While Kara slowly recovered her wits, Zatanna, Diana 
and I slowly peeled Anna's suit from her very aroused and somewhat 
sweaty body.

	When Kara showed signs of sitting up and joining us, I gently 
pushed her back down and moved Anna into position above her in a 69 
position.  I guided Anna down onto Kara's mouth and pushed her head 
down into Kara's pussy.  Diana moved to play with their titties while I 
had Zatanna insert my manhood into Anna's overheated slot.

	As I started fucking Rogue, I could feel my balls brushing Kara's 
nose and every few strokes, I felt her tongue scrape the bottom of my 
cock as I moved in and  out.  Meanwhile, Zatanna continued our kiss and 
ran her fingers over my ass and across my anus.  Diana moved about our 
tableau at will, stroking breasts, kissing and licking wherever she 
wanted and generally doing her best to enhance the experience for all 
of us.

	After 10 minutes of so, Anna had come once and was building to a 
second orgasm.  Instead of stopping to move on as I had planned, I was 
too far gone this time.  When Zatanna's fingernail lightly scraped 
along my perineum on the same stroke that Kara licked my shaft, it was 
too much to bear and I came, spewing my seed into Anna's grasping 
pussy.  

	If not for Zatanna, I might have collapsed onto Anna's back.  As 
it was, I took a moment to recover, then laid back.

	"I'm going to need a little help here," I said, gesturing at my 
half-limp cock.

	In other circumstances I probably would have just rolled over and 
gone to sleep, but tonight was too good an opportunity to not take 
advantage of it as fully as I possibly could.  I could probably 
convince the ladies to dress up and repeat tonight for me in the 
future, but (1) it would be a repeat and (2) tonight was a gift from my 
super women.

	Anna rolled off of Kara to rest herself for a few minutes, but 
the others took up my challenge.  Wonder Woman and Power Girl stretched 
out on the bed so their heads met at my crotch, and their tongues set 
about cleaning my penis and working to arouse me.

	Zatanna positioned herself next to me, kissing my cheek and 
guiding my hand to her legs, encased in fishnet stockings.

	"Black Canary always said that our fishnets were designed to 
catch men's eyes," she said with a wink.

	As I ran my hand down her thigh and calf, I asked, "I always 
wondered how you avoided getting tears in these all the time."

	She grinned back at me.  "Back home, my magic repairs it every 
time I get dressed.  Or rather, every time I 'Teg desserd' or 'Emutsoc 
raew' or something similar.  Canary bought fishnets in bulk, I think."

	By the time Anna rejoined us, I had begun removing Zatanna's 
outfit a piece at a time.  By the time Zatanna was naked, I was fully 
erect again and I turned my attention to Diana's much less complicated 
outfit.

	For our final round of carnal pleasure of the night... ummm... 
early morning, I lay Diana down on the bed, then put Zatanna above her 
so that both pussies were facing me and both sets of titties were 
pressed against each other.

	I worked up a rhythm where I would fuck one of them for half a 
minute to a minute, then switch to the other.  Though I tried changing 
targets for each stroke, I found that was too much work... or more 
correctly, my ability to accurately insert myself into the different 
vaginal canals was not up to par for such quick change-ups.  However I 
did discover the pleasures of fucking between their tightly pressed 
pussies, which had the added advantage of stimulating both clits at the 
same time.

	Kara and Anna spent their time on either side of me, playing both 
with me and the ladies in front of me.  Kara briefly tried licking my 
balls from behind as I fucked, but it really slowed me down when she 
did so.

	I'm not bragging when I say that Diana and Zatanna both came at 
least three times each.  Tired and drained as I was, this was a twenty 
minute fuck at least (and I wasn't holding myself back at all either).

	I finally came, spewing what little juices I had left between 
their bodies, coating their stomaches with my seed.

	As I collapsed on the bed, I asked, "Could one of you who still 
has some energy go get a couple damp washcloths to clean us up?  And 
thank you, all of you, for tonight.  I love you.  Had I the energy, I'd 
never want tonight to end."

	They murmured back something or other, but I was already drifting 
off to sleep.




AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Please forgive any liberties taken with the actual TCU.  
I have no idea if they have Halloween carnivals or what their building 
layouts are like.

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2:  The Yvonne story will be picked up later on, but the 
next two chapters are already 'spoken for'.  I may end up doing another 
side story to deal with her and her college chums in the future.



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