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"One shell, one quid, and three pinches?" asked Sid when he heard the offer for

his sword.

The bearded man sat, tailor style, on the rug on which he displayed his wares.

His wares consisted of a handful of knives, an old sword, and an axe head. He

replied, "It's in bad shape. I'll probably have to melt it down and have it

turned into knives."

Sid considered his circumstances and decided to keep the sword. He dropped the

parts of the knife that he had taken from Clem and asked, "How much?"

"You want coin?" asked the man with barely a glance at the rusted blade. At

Sid's nod, he answered, "One pinch."

"I'll take it," said Sid. This shopping experience, his attempt to turn the

weapons into money, frustrated him. Most of the vendors didn't like to deal in

coin, preferring to barter goods for goods. Coming from a money-based economy,

the lack of interest in coin threw him for a loop. He accepted the pinch from

the man and put it into his coin purse.

As they walked away, Sid asked Jennifer, "How does this market work?"

Smiling at his obvious frustration and understanding his confusion, she

answered, "What you typically do in a market like this is to first purchase some

item that can be broken down into smaller items. You trade the smaller units for

the other things that you need."

"How's that again?" asked Sid shaking his head.

"Let's say you buy a basket of apples for a pinch. Now, you don't need a whole

basket of apples. What you do is go to the next vendor and swap a couple of the

apples for some flour. You keep swapping apples for what you need until you have

run out of apples," explained Jennifer.

"So what is the money for?" asked Sid.

"It's just a little more portable than trade goods," answered Jennifer.

"So do you mean that I could walk into town with a couple of logs and trade for

food?"

"Sure. Most people come to the market with trade goods. Very few people use

money all that often in their day to day lives. Even a pinch is too much for

most things that you want," answered Jennifer. She shrugged and said, "You use

it to pay wages, although people can trade labor for goods."

Nodding his head, Sid filed that information away realizing that it could come

in handy in the future. He looked down at the nicked and pitted blade, wondering

what to do with it. He frowned at the realization that he was going to have to

get a storage unit at the bank no matter what choice he made. The knife taken

from Smart Art was too good to trade away. He looked over at Jennifer and asked,

"Are you ready to go?"

"Sure," she replied excited about what was going to happen when they returned to

Crossroads. Her body shuddered in anticipation of bedding Sid.

The pair headed to the bank. Stepping up to the counter, Sid said, "I need to

open an account and rent a storage box."

The young man behind the counter looked up at Sid in surprise. In two years of

working at the bank, he'd never had occasion to rent a storage box. Flustered,

he said, "Let me get the manager."

The reaction of the clerk surprised Sid. He thought that the rentals were a

common practice. He looked over at Jennifer and she seemed just as surprised. It

was a minute later when a well-dressed man walked over to the couple and said,

"Follow me to my office."

Sid walked beside the man to the office with Jennifer following behind them

looking at the fine wood paneling of the bank. It seemed out of place with the

quality of workmanship that she had seen elsewhere. On reaching the office, the

manager turned to Sid and asked, "Did I understand correctly that you want to

rent a storage box?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"No, It's just that very few people ever rent a storage box, particularly a

young man your age," assured the manager. Normally, a box was rented by an

established businessman who wanted to get some item of great value from one

place to the other without the risk of getting robbed during the trip. He

gestured to the chairs in front of his desk as he stepped behind his desk. He

took a seat while Sid and Jennifer sat down.

After rummaging through the drawers of his desk for a minute, he pulled out a

tablet and examined it. With a smile, he asked, "What size box?"

"An arm wide, a foot deep, and a woman in length," answered Sid as he made

gestures indicating a size that was about three feet across, a foot deep, and

five feet long. It was a large container considering that all he had to store

was a knife, a sword, and a staff. However, Sally Caretaker had suggested that

size so that he could store his weapons and armor in it when he finally acquired

some.

The manager nodded as he made a notation on the tablet and said, "One that size

would run about two shells a year."

"Fine," answered Sid, "I'll also need to establish an account with the bank."

"Of course. You'll want the rental deducted from your account automatically, I

assume," said the manager as he made another note on the tablet.

"Yes," answered Sid.

The manager took out a small box and placed it on his desk. With a smile, he

said, "Put your finger in this device and we'll set everything up for you."

Sid eyed the device and asked, "How's it work?"

The bank manager shrugged his shoulders and answered, "It's magic. No one

understands it except perhaps a wizard or two. Just like no one understands how

the storage boxes work."

Sid suspected that the same people who built Crossroads were responsible for the

banks and that it was technology at work, not magic. He put his finger in the

hole of the small box. He felt a pin prick as though it were taking a blood

sample. After a minute, the top of the box glowed green. The manager said, "You

can take your finger out now."

Sid pulled his finger and examined the tip where he had felt the pinprick. There

was no sign that a blood sample had been taken. He commented, "Odd."

"Yes, it is a strange sensation," commented the manager. Standing up, he said,

"Follow me. We'll set up your account and then I'll take you to the room where

you can examine your storage box."

Sid and Jennifer followed behind the man to the counter. The young man behind

the counter accepted the coins from Sid and dropped them into a bin. After a few

seconds, he said, "Put your finger into the hole."

Following directions, Sid wondered if there was something sexual about all of

this putting his finger into a hole. After a few seconds, the area around the

hole turned green and the bin emptied. It was clear to Sid that the young man

didn't think much of the amount when he said, "Your balance is fifteen shells

and five pinches."

"Thank you," answered Sid. He wondered why the charges for the storage box

hadn't been deducted.

The manager said, "I'll take you to the storage area. Once you claim your box,

the amount will be deducted from your account balance."

They followed the manager to a room that was identical to the one in which he

had arrived in Chaos. This one had a small table and was barely large enough to

hold three people. On the wall above the table was a small hole. The manager

pointed to it and said, "Put your finger in the hole."

When Sid did as requested the area around the hole glowed green and a box

appeared on the table. The manager double-checked the size of the box and then

said, "Two shells have been deducted from your account. I must caution you not

to put anything living inside the storage box. The result can be rather

horrible."

"Really?" asked Sid wondering why that might be the case.

"Yes, really. When you're done, close the box and it will be put into storage.

I'll leave you alone to place your goods inside it. Thank you for using our

bank," said the manager as he backed over to the door.

"You're welcome," replied Sid waiting for the man to leave the room. When the

door closed, he opened the box and placed his sword, knife, and staff in it.

Jennifer watched in silence, wishing that he would hurry up and finish.

Satisfied that all of his goods were in the box, Sid winked at Jennifer and

closed the box. A second later, the walls of the room shimmered and they found

themselves in a richly colored room. There were blue carpets on the floor,

floral wallpaper, and a crystal chandelier. Smiling at the surprised expression

on Jennifer's face, Sid said, "We're back at crossroads."

Even as he spoke, the door opened admitting them to the nicely decorated waiting

room. Sally Caretaker was waiting for them on the couch and rose gracefully when

the door opened. She smiled at Sid and Jennifer. As far as Sid was concerned,

her smile lit up the entire room.

Looking totally sexy, Sally approached him. Her movements were smooth, hips

undulating with sexuality, and the look on her face seductive. Her gown, a pale

transparent blue barely exposed the treasure that was her body. Holding his

breath, he watched transfixed, unable to take his eyes off her. Embracing him,

she held him tightly. Whispering in his ear, she said, "I missed you."

Turning to Jennifer, she said, "Welcome to Crossroads, Jennifer. I'm sure that

you are happy to be here."

Happy was not the word that Jennifer would have used. Now that the moment was

upon her, she was nervous and excited about making love to Sid. She replied,

"Thank you."

Sally took Sid and Jennifer by the arms and, guiding them towards an open door,

said, "Let me take you both to the restoration tank for a minute."

Although he had taken a few blows in the sparing match the previous night, Sid

said, "We weren't injured."

In a soothing voice, Jennifer said, "It's a standard precaution."

Sid went to the restoration tank and lay down. When Sally closed the cover of

the tank, he lost consciousness. It was as though his mind had been switched off

when the cover was closed. When he woke, it was hard to tell how much time had

passed. One look at Sally Caretaker looking down at him with a welcoming smile

on her face made the time immaterial.

Sally was so proud of Sid that she didn't know how to express it. Instead, she

relied upon her duties to carry her through the moment and said, "Come with me,

Sid. I shall bathe you, feed you, and then lead you to your bed where you may

claim your reward."

Sid followed her, his eyes locked on the mesmerizing sway of her hips. All

thoughts of Jennifer had vanished from his mind. He wasn't even aware of how he

reached the bathroom. It was almost a shock when Sally turned and started to

undress him. His clothes were no longer a problem for her and she removed them

with ease. His cock rose as she stripped off her gown. She smiled down at the

cock that gave her such pleasure and said, "Not yet."

With gentle touches, she pulled him into the bathtub. It was filled with warm

water. He stood in the center of the bath, lost in gazing upon her amazing body,

as she lathered his body with a soft sponge. She talked to him while she worked.

"Oh, my wonderful man. It is hard to tell you how much I missed this magnificent

body of yours."

"You are so beautiful," said Sid. That was all that he could think of to say. It

was all that he wanted to say and based on her reaction, it was all that he

needed to say.

She filled a pitcher with water and rinsed the suds from his body. The water

cascading down his body felt incredible, but paled in comparison to the

sensations of her hands touching him. His cock, erect and hard as a rock, wanted

her hands to touch it. It was the only part of his body that she didn't touch.

From behind, she pressed her naked body to his and, with her mouth close to his

ear, she said, "I want you to stay hard and erect just like you are."

"I want you," replied Sid as a shudder went through his body. Her hard nipples

pressed into his back letting him know that she wanted him as well.

She led him out of the bath and dried him with a fluffy towel. Her touch was

soft and had become almost torturous by the time she finished. After covering

him with a robe, she led him from the bathroom to the dining room. She wore a

white lace robe.

A huge feast of finger foods was laid out upon the table. Sally led him to a

chair and waited for him to sit. She sat in the chair next to his and began to

feed him. Using her fingers she placed individual bites of food into his waiting

mouth. When it came time for the slices of fruit for desert, she used her mouth

to pass the food to his mouth.

Sid had realized in the bathroom that Sally was seducing him. Every touch, word,

and act was designed to fuel his desire. By the time dinner ended, Sid was ready

to pick her up and take her on the table. When he started to make his move,

Sally said, "No. I want you excited for her."

"Her? Who?" asked Sid looking into Sally's eyes.

Sally giggled at the question and said, "Jennifer. She's waiting for you in the

bedroom."

"I want you," explained Sid unable to take his eyes away from hers.

"You must make love to her. She has risked her life for this moment," countered

Sally stroking his hair. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.

Moving back, she said, "I want you to satisfy Jennifer like no other woman in

history. I want you to make her scream her orgasms so loud that they hear it on

Cassandra. Jennifer has to come so hard that she loses consciousness and when

she wakes, I want you to do it to her again."

Surprised by the emphasis on Jennifer, Sid said, "I want you."

Sally said, "And you shall have me when she cries out that she's had enough."

"Why?"

"It is my pride that you take your pleasure from her and give her pleasure that

other women of Cassandra can't even imagine," answered Sally with a smile. She

wanted Jennifer to return to Cassandra singing the praises of Sid Jones. All of

Cassandra must know that she, Sally Caretaker, was caretaker to the greatest

lover of all time. She knew it wouldn't be hard for him to overwhelm Jennifer;

he was the greatest lover of all time.

As Sally led him to the bedroom, she whispered, "I want you to mount her and

pummel her with your hard cock. She has fantasized about it, but the reality

will exceed her fantasies. Oh, my strong man. Mount her, ride her, and take her

to heights undreamt of by women. Bring her the passion that women of Cassandra

so desire."

By the time she closed the door behind him, the drive to perform in the manner

she desired beat strongly in his veins. Looking at Jennifer, posed on the bed,

caused his cock to throb. Her eyes widened at the sight and she licked his lips.

As he moved to the bed with the grace of a panther stalking its prey, she held

out her arms to welcome him. She watched fascinated as he took the initiative in

bed.

When he reached her, he lowered her back to the bed and covered her mouth with

his. Jennifer could not believe what Sid was doing to her. She had heard that

heroes were active in bed, but this was incredible. When he kissed her, she

experienced her first orgasm of the day and gave forth a petite moan.

Little did she know that his kiss was only the beginning of foreplay. By the

time he kissed his way to her breasts, she was coming non-stop. When he licked

her between her legs, her petite moans of pleasure turned into primal screams.

He mounted her, sliding his cock into her waiting passage. With hard thrusts, he

rode her to his orgasm. Despite the build up that Sally had given him, his

orgasm was long in coming. Her eyes rolled back into her head and, just as he

came, she lost consciousness.

Sid lifted himself off her body and looked down at her appreciating the very

attractive woman. Her sweaty body was glowing red from a sexual blush. Never had

he heard of a full body sexual blush and it was, in his opinion, an amazing

sight. Her lower region was red and swollen from hard use. Her areolas were

puffy and the nipples hard as rocks. As he examined her, her body underwent

another convulsion as though she were experiencing another orgasm.

He lay down next to her and rested a hand on her stomach. With a glance at the

door of the bedroom, he hoped that he had satisfied Jennifer as well. After a

minute of wondering about her strange behavior, he fell asleep exhausted from

the energy that he had put into the act.

The sensation of a mouth on his cock woke him from his nap. Looking down, he saw

Sally between his legs working on his cock and watching him with a smile in her

eyes. Seeing that he was awake, she pulled her mouth off his cock and whispered,

"Wake her. Do her again."

He started to protest, but she put a finger to her mouth and eased off the bed.

With a huge smile on her face, she backed out of the bedroom leaving him with a

throbbing erection. As the door closed, he turned to examine the naked woman

beside him. With a smile, he bent down and kissed her erect nipple. She moaned

and then her eyes shot open in amazement.

Looking down at the top of his head, Jennifer experienced an orgasm. The desire

to have him inside her was overwhelming. She screamed out, "Oh God. Do it to me

again!"

With a raw throat, Sid ordered, "Get on your hands and knees."

Confused, she did as he had commanded. Once in that position, she was shocked

when he entered her from behind while holding onto her hips to control her

reactions to his thrusts. As he worked his cock in and out of her, her breasts

sway in time to his rhythm. She lifted her head and screamed as wave after wave

of pleasure washed over her. Incoherent, she shouted, "Yes, yes, yes..."

It wasn't long before her arms could no longer support her upper body. Her face

lowered to the bed, but Sid didn't relax the pace that he was setting. The

changed angle of her body meant his cock was rubbing her in ways that she had

never experienced. He looked down at her buttocks and found they were red. Her

whole body glowed red.

Sid continued to take her knowing that she didn't even know what was happening.

He could feel her pussy fluttering and sucking at his cock as muscles tried to

trap it within her. Her entire body was shaking and finally collapsed underneath

him. He hadn't come, but pulled out rather than continue pounding into her

unconscious form.

Still needing release, he called, "Sally, I need you."

Concerned, Sally entered the room and saw the unconscious woman on the bed.

Smiling, she rushed over to the bed and climbed onto Sid's cock. He rolled over,

trapping her beneath him with his body resuming its frantic thrusting towards

release. Sally screamed her pleasure and then shouted, "You fucked her

unconscious. My incredible man!"

At that point, Sid lost it and his body took over. Afterwards, he wouldn't know

how long he lasted. He didn't remember coming, but he did remember Sally turning

into an animal underneath him. Sid woke alone in bed, but he wasn't alone for

long. Sally and Jennifer led him out of the bedroom to eat and talk. As they

walked, Sally said, "I apologize Jennifer, I didn't realize that you were even

more easily excited than I."

"I didn't know I was easily excited," answered the woman in a daze.

Three weeks and many sessions in bed with Jennifer passed. One morning, after a

particularly splendid night in bed, the young woman came into the living room

after her morning trip to the bathroom. With a look of real regret on her face,

she said, "I have to return to Cassandra now."

Sally rushed over to the other woman and gave her an excited hug. With a large

smile, Sally asked, "Congratulations, is it a boy or a girl?"

"It's a boy," answered Jennifer with a huge grin. Her joy at becoming a mother

overpowered her reluctance at leaving. As she patted her stomach, she added, "I

always wanted a boy."

It took a minute for Sid to realize what she had said. He sat up and asked, "I'm

going to be a father?"

"Yes," answered Sally with pride. Her hero had performed his duties in a superb

fashion and another child would be added to the population of Cassandra.

"How will I support her if I'm living on Earth or here?" asked Sid believing

that her worries about that had motivated her regret about leaving. He couldn't

stand the idea that he would have to abandon her.

"All of Cassandra will raise my baby," answered Jennifer with a satisfied smile.

Puzzled by her initial reaction, he asked, "So why the long face when you came

in the room?"

"I'm not going to get to experience you in bed again," answered Jennifer with a

sigh. The loss wasn't as great as it could have been. Sid had talked her into

sexual acts that she had never tried. He had eaten her cunt and the orgasms she

experienced were just as strong as when Sid had taken her. She could teach that

to her future husband and, while it wouldn't replace the hard pounding of Sid's

cock, it would suffice.

Jennifer walked to the door and turned to look back at Sid. With a sigh, she

turned to Sally and said, "Sally Caretaker, I envy you. All women of Cassandra

will envy you."

Sid watched her leave feeling saddened by her sudden departure. He had enjoyed

having the two women in bed and had thought they could have a farewell fling.

Now that she had gone, he would have to leave soon as well. Looking at a very

proud Sally, he said, "You are so beautiful."

Looking at him with longing and wishing that they could make love one more time,

Sally said, "You have to go now."

"What?" asked Sid in surprise. He hadn't realized that he had to leave that

soon.

"You've made her pregnant. You have to go now," answered Sally as she ran a hand

along the side of his face. This was the tough part of being a caretaker,

watching him return to his world.

Concerned that he might not be able to return, he asked, "Can I come back?"

"Of course," she answered, "you succeeded in your mission and in getting her

pregnant. Now you must go while I seek out what would be appropriate for the

next mission."

Sally led him to the door and opened it. Trying to hold back her tears, she

hugged him and gave him a long passionate kiss. Running his hand across her

body, he asked, "Can we..."

"No, you have to go now. Come back in a month," said Sally with real regret in

her voice. She added, "If you have a need while you are away, remember that

there are women on Earth for you."

"Will I get to see the baby?" asked Sid feeling like a cad at getting Jennifer

pregnant and then leaving despite the fact that it wasn't his choice.

"I'll see what I can do," she answered knowing that it would never happen since

it wasn't allowed in the rules. She pushed him towards the door and said, "You

really must go now."

Feeling abandoned, Sid stepped through the door and looked at her memorizing the

sight. When she shut the door behind him, he found himself in the closet back at

his house. Already missing Sally, he stepped into the study with a heavy heart.

His books and study materials were where he had left them. Glancing at the

monitor of his computer, he was surprised when the screensaver came on. He had

spent four weeks in Crossroads and four days in Chaos, but the atomic clock on

the desk showed that only fifteen minutes had passed on Earth.

Monday, Sid walked into his Freshman English class and noticed the number of

women clustered around the desk he normally took had grown. He shook his head

and took his seat waiting for the instructor to arrive. The woman at the desk

next to his leaned over and asked, "Aren't you going to ask one of us out?"

Surprised by the question, Sid asked, "Pardon?"

"I asked if you were going to ask anyone of us out," repeated the woman as she

gestured to the other female students around his desk. All of them were watching

him.

Sid just shrugged and was saved from having to give a further answer by the

entrance of Professor Smith. He opened his notebook and fixed his gaze at the

front of the room. She called the role and he announced his presence in his

normal respectful manner when his name was called.

After the roll had been taken, Professor Mary Smith moved around to the front of

her desk and sat on the corner. Looking over the class, she said, "In

literature, a common topic is the love story. In a typical love story, there is

a beautiful woman who serves as the love interest. Now over time, the standard

of beauty changes. This week we will be reading a number of stories, each with a

different standard of beauty expressed within them."

The woman who had been grilling Sid raised her hand. Professor Smith noticed and

said, "You have a question."

"Not really. There's only one standard of beauty and we all know what it is,"

said the woman as she rolled her eyes.

"What is it?"

"A hard body woman with a big chest."

Sid turned away and looked at the floor in disgust. The instructor noticed his

reaction and asked, "Are there any men in here that would like to comment on

that?"

One of the other men in the class raised his hand and said, "She's right."

Another one raised his hand and said, "She's wrong. I like women that are kind

of soft and with medium size breasts."

The woman sitting on the other side of Sid raised her hand and, batting her eyes

in a flirtatious manner at him, said, "I'd like to hear what Sid thinks."

Sid was shaking his head even as Professor Smith asked, "Sid, are you willing to

tell us what you think makes a woman beautiful?"

"No," answered Sid in a flat voice. If he had to describe beauty, the woman he

described would be Sally and she had qualities that none in the class would

understand.

The other women in the class begged him to describe his ideal beauty. Their

plaintive yapping grated on his nerves, irritating him far more than he would

admit. Professor Smith smiled as she observed his reaction and knew it for what

it was, but not what motivated it. Curious, she said, "Mr. Jones. It would

appear that the women of this class would like to know what you find beautiful

in a woman. I think it is because they are interested in attracting you. Are you

sure that you won't provide us with a description?"

Deciding that the women of the class should learn how far they were from his

ideal of beauty, he answered, "I could describe what I consider the ideal of

beauty, but you would have to understand that I would be describing a woman I

know. I doubt that any of my classmates would enjoy the description."

Sensing a challenge, the woman who had requested his opinion said, "Please. I

want to hear what you have to say."

"I was leaving her not too long ago and stopped at the door to fix in my memory

her appearance so that I could savor it while I was away," said Sid as he closed

his eyes.

"She is a woman of mixed ancestry. The result of that mixture gives her a very

exotic appearance. The color of her unblemished skin reminds me of a perfect

tan. She has long black hair that hangs down to the middle of her back without a

single curl. The color of her hair is so dark that it reflects the light with a

supernatural sheen."

"Her facial features are predominately white. She has an upturned nose, strong

chin, and high cheekbones. Her lips are full and lush. When she smiles, her lips

part exposing her brilliant white teeth. She smiles often and with devastating

effect."

"It is her eyes that will draw your attention away from the rest of her face.

They are brown in brown, giving a sense of depth. They sparkle with

intelligence. Looking at her eyes, you know that you would like to know more

about her as a person. Laugh lines give testament to her good sense of humor."

Sid smiled as he thought about her eyes. He continued, "She is of medium height

with the same kind of curves as Marilyn Monroe. She is soft to the touch, but

there is strength beneath the surface. When she gives a hug, her body is soft

and yielding even as she pulls you into her with surprising strength."

"Her breasts are probably a B cup. There is no waste when you cup them in your

hands and yet they fill your hands in a most remarkable manner. The areolas are

dark and topped with responsive nipples that erect to the size of an eraser when

caressed with a light touch. They are natural rather than silicon mountains that

defy gravity."

A number of the women in the class swallowed heavily and looked down at their

chests. Professor Smith was willing to bet a few of them were rethinking their

plans for breast augmentation.

His voice became softer and gentler as Sid said, "Her legs are long and lean.

She wears heels to sculpt her calves, but they are not so high that they throw

her stomach forward and her ass back. They are reasonable heels that allow her

to walk with grace."

"One of the things that one notices is her posture. She has perfect posture.

When she sits, her back is straight, her head is level, and her legs are

together. She crosses her legs at the ankles. When she stands, her back is

straight, her shoulders are back, her head is held up, and her weight is evenly

distributed on her legs."

"She is amazing when still, but in movement she'll take your breath away. When

she walks, she walks with deliberation - one foot in front of the other, adding

a feminine sway to her hips. Her pace is slow and sensual." He shivered at the

memory.

"Every movement that she makes is graceful. When she sits, she lowers herself to

the seat with control rather than flopping into the chair. When she reaches for

something, her arms and hands move together so that she doesn't look as if she

is lunging at things. There is a real beginning, middle, and end to her

movements. The beginning and ends are fixed points and the middle smoothly

connects the two without any jerky movements."

"It is not only what she does that makes her attractive, but the things she

doesn't do. She never hurries or rushes her movements. She never clomps along

looking like a duck or a stork in shoes that don't flex or are too tall. She

doesn't move as though her body were a sack of flour."

With a sigh, he said, "She has a sense of fashion that knows how to tease the

eye. In private, she wears long soft diaphanous gowns that hide as much as they

reveal. Clothes that make you wonder where to look first. The colors are chosen

to draw attention to the woman inside the clothes. The fabric is soft to the

touch."

Without ever seeing Sally in a less private context, Sid described how he

believed she would dress based on how Elizabeth had dressed. He said, "In

public, her outfits are classy and no less sexy. She wears simple dresses that

are cut to show off her figure, not to distort it. The treasures of her body are

hinted at rather than exposed to view."

"The neckline plunges, but stops before her breasts are revealed as little more

than the beginning of swelling. It makes a man want to look, yet frustrates him

that he can't see more. The lengths of her outfits are chosen to provide natural

lines that make her body look normal. The cuts of the sleeves and hem are just

above or just below the joints, rather than between joints like those

flood-water pants that so many women seem to prefer, yet makes them look

ridiculous when wearing them."

A number of women in the class shifted in their seats; bothered by his attack on

a fashion that they enjoyed. Their unease increased when he said, "She doesn't

wear shirts that are too short with pants that are too low, showing a bulging

belly created by an overly tight waistline. There isn't a tacky naval piercing

drawing attention away from the woman that it is supposed to adorn. She doesn't

rely upon babbles to look pretty. There are no tattoos to mask her natural

beauty or break up the expanses of her skin."

More than one woman in the class was actively frowning at his description. A few

tried to pull their shirts down to cover their bare bellies. He had kept his

eyes closed through his whole speech. He opened them and said, "More than her

actual appearance is the woman inside. She is intelligent, witty, caring and

loving. She gives rather than takes. She asks rather than demands. When she says

goodbye, her eyes mist letting you know that she is truly going to miss you."

Looking around the room, he added, "She is also at ease with her body and knows

that the ultimate delight her body brings to a man is in bed. She doesn't worry

if her buttocks are too large, legs too fat, or breasts too small. She knows

that buttocks are for holding in the midst of passion and that any size will

serve that purpose. Legs are to wrap around her man to pull him tighter into her

and arms to pull him even closer to her for full body contact. She knows that

breasts exist to be suckled, kissed, and licked. Even more importantly, she

knows that any size breast can serve those purposes. She gives of herself to her

lover without reservation."

Sid stopped and looked at Professor Smith noticing that she looked flustered.

She wasn't the only one in the room with a slightly dazed expression. The woman

seated next to Sid broke the silence when she asked, "How does a normal woman

compete with that?"

With real envy in his voice, a guy in the class asked, "Where can I find a woman

like that?"

Professor Smith had noticed the longing in Sid's voice as he described the

woman. In a soft voice, she said, "It sounds like you miss her."

"I do and I shall return to her at the earliest opportunity," replied Sid as he

stared into the distance. Mentally, he added, 'Even if I have to risk my life

for the chance to be with her.'

Thus ends the first story in the Damsels In Distress Universe.

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