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 Title: Rag Doll Ch.  03
Summary: Nicky and Ashley's secret is out.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Ashley stared fearfully at Judy, her eyes like saucers as Judy grinned
happily.
   "Jude, you won't say anything, will you?  To...mom, or, or your dad or
anybody, will you?" she pleaded, and Judy looked thoughtful, then wrinkled
her nose, grinned, and winked at her.
   "Nah, I told you before, Ash," she said, "it's your business; I don't
care who you fuck, just as long as it's who you wanna fuck.  Even
big-brother stud-boy here, you sick tramp, you!  Nice dick, by the way, now
I know why Ashley's so into you!"
   I cringed down even further under the covers at that, but Judy seemed to
be completely unabashed at finding Ashley and I 'in flagrante', only hugely
amused, and completely accepting.
   "And you can stop worrying about my dad for now; last night he asked me
if I'd known you two were brother and sister, I went all wide-eyed and
innocent, and he said something about talking to the pair of you later.  He
also asked me about your mom, I think she made quite an impression on him!"
   She grinned again, even wider this time "Anyway kids, as there's
obviously not much wrong with Stud-boy over here, who feels like breakfast?
Come on Stud-Muffin, up and at 'em, no need to be shy now, not after the
award-winning performance I've just seen!"
   She was obviously determined to wring as much amusement out of the
situation as possible, and she wasn't going anywhere soon, and I wasn't
particularly body-modest, but Ashley had that line between her eyes again,
so I decided not to call her bluff; besides, she didn't look like she was
bluffing...
   "Do you mind..?" I asked as I picked up my discarded shorts, and Judy
grinned and, a little reluctantly, I thought, turned her back while I
slipped them back on.  "All done now, ogle away!" I grinned, and Judy
turned back to face us, me now wearing my shorts to preserve my modesty in
Ashley's eyes.  As I turned away to pick up a bath towel, Judy gasped.  I'd
forgotten, my back was still pretty raw, and it couldn't have been a pretty
sight.
   "Shit, Nick, what happened, you look like you got flayed!  What the fuck
did that?" she breathed, her eyes like saucers
   Ashley pulled my sheet around herself and jumped off the bed to quickly
flip the bath-towel around my waist and tuck it in.  "His father did it."
she said shortly, obviously not happy with me being semi-naked in front of
her friend, so I made a mental note to make it up to her soon and not do it
again.
   "His father?  Why, for Chrissake?" breathed Judy.
   "Because he's an asshole and a sadist, that's why!" retorted Ashley
flatly.  "He beat up Nicky's step-mother at the same time, the same way. 
She gave Nicky our address and sent him to London, then she killed herself.
That's what Nicky's father drove her to, that's the kind of man he is, and
this is what he did to his son!"
   I could see that Ashley was furious, with my father for hurting me, with
the world for dumping on her, but mainly with herself for letting Judy
catch us misbehaving so recklessly.
   I headed her off.
   "Judy, could you please wait for us in the living room?  I think Ashley
and I need a quick shower, we'll be with you in a few minutes!"
   Judy grinned knowingly
   "OK, fifteen minutes, then I'm climbing in with you, so don't hurry,
kids!" she leered happily.
   As Judy exited my room and Ashley made to leave, I slid my arms around
her waist and pulled her back against me, holding her tight as I licked the
back of her neck.
   "Let go of me, Nicky!" she gritted, struggling to hold the sheet up and
fend me off at the same time, still mad at me, but I licked her again, then
licked inside her ear and blew on it, making her giggle and reach behind
her and slide down into the waistband of my shorts to pinch my cock (not
too tightly, thank goodness!).
   "Were you really going to just jump out of bed buck-naked, in front of
my best friend?" she asked, holding my (suddenly not so) limp cock
warningly.
   I grinned, picking my words carefully, mindful of what she was holding
onto right then.
   "No princess, I just wanted to call her bluff; if she'd stayed put, I
had my shorts ready.  Did you really think I was going to flash my
slack-a-jack at your little friend?  Not the breakfast treat I had planned
for this morning, believe me!"
   Ashley looked at me, her eyes dancing with glee, then tightened her grip
on me, making me wince.
   "If I thought for one second...!  I told you before, you belong to me,
and only I get to play with, hold, squeeze, use, see, feel and fantasize
about this.  Got it, mister?"
   I nodded, happy to oblige, but as she emphasized each word with a shake
and squeeze, the inevitable happened; I rose to the occasion.
   Ashley looked into my eyes, grinning and biting her bottom lip,
calculating, then called out to Judy.
   "Jude, change of plans, twenty minutes, starting now!" and hustled me
into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
   "There, that should hold her for a while, now get in there, Nicky, I
have needs, take care of them!" Her beautiful smile lit up the room as she
dropped her sheet, my cock stretching even further at the sight of her
delicious, desirable, naked body.  She stretched out and turned-on the
shower, stepping in under the hot water and pulling me into the stall, her
arms going around my neck as she crushed her lips to mine.  Her hands
wandered down to squeeze and slowly pump my cock, and my hand in turn slid
down her wet body to cup and stroke her pussy, finding her slick and
slippery even under the warm water cascading over her body.
   She gasped and grinned against my lips, and moved away from me to kiss
my throat, my chest, pausing only to gently bite my nipples, the sensation
making me gasp and my balls tighten, then continuing down my body until she
was kneeling under the jets of hot water, her lips level with my straining
cock.  She smiled and leaned forward and licked gently at the tip of my
manhood, making it jump slightly with the sensation then slid back the
foreskin to lick all the way around the purple crown, the feel of her
tongue on me absolutely exquisite.
   I leaned back against the cool tile of the cubicle as Ashley slowly
licked her way around my head, then slipped her lips over the tip,
enclosing me in her mouth as she sucked.  I nearly came there and then as I
felt that first suctioning, this was definitely the sexiest thing she done
for me yet, and I was hard put to not just empty myself there and then,
just let my spunk bubble up and boil out me.  She looked up at me and
smiled, and I nearly lost it again, those big malachite eyes and sooty
eyelashes calling out to something deeply primal inside me.
   I pulled back, sliding myself out of her mouth and pulling her to her
feet to stand with her back to me so I could pull and play with her lovely
nipples, pulling them out to stiff points between my fingertips as I wedged
my cock in the crack of her lovely arse.  All the while, I was kissing her
neck and shoulders and the nape of her neck, feeling her shiver as I did
so, and continued to kiss down her lovely smooth, white back, enjoying the
feel of her skin against my lips.  I knelt behind her and kissed her in
each of her lumbar dimples, making her giggle and squirm, her cute peach of
a bum jiggling and bouncing enticingly as she wriggled.
   Now I began licking her, sliding my tongue into the crease between her
shapely buttocks, peeling them apart so I could kiss and lick all the way
down into that shadowed cleft.  At last I reached my target, her puckered
little anus, the folded and creased rosebud that I wanted so much to lick
and tease.
   I touched her opening lightly with the tip of my tongue, making her
jump.
   "Nicky, no...!" she giggled softly, sticking her beautiful little rump
out even further.  I poked the tip of my tongue at her again, making her
jump again.
   "Nicky, not there...!" she protested half-heartedly, meanwhile pulling
her cheeks open even wider for me as she stuck her taut arse out further,
leaning her face and upper body against the tiles as she supported herself,
her hands still firmly clutching her cheeks, holding them open as I invaded
her further.  I pulled her cheeks open, and Ashley took the opportunity to
lean properly against the wall as I bored in with my tongue, opening up her
anus as Judy's remark earlier about making her scream looped endlessly in
my mind.
   I slid first one, then two fingers, into her tight, hot little arse,
Ashley breathing heavily but otherwise making no sound or protest as I
plundered her secret hole.
   Her eyes began to water as she shut them tightly, and her breathing
quickened as she murmured softly and began pushing back against my hand. 
My fingers were slipping in and out of her easily now, lubricated by the
fluids I gathered as they dripped so copiously from her pussy, so I stood
up, and positioned myself behind her, rubbing my cock slowly over her
crinkled anus as she rubbed and caressed her pussy.
   "Baby, do you want to do this?" I asked her softly, kissing her neck and
earlobe, and she pushed back firmly against my surging cock planted so
purposefully right against its target.
   "Yes, Nicky, do it, ever since Judy mentioned it I can't get it out of
my head, I want to try this, do it to me now, please baby!" she whispered
back at me with a small, naughty grin on her face, amazing me with how
in-tune we were with each other.
   I placed my hands on the cool tiles next to hers, and started to press
forward, feeling the resistance as her anus fought to keep me out.  I was
trying to push in, but even with the lubrication streaming from my cock and
smearing all over her back entrance it seemed impossible, the pressure that
seemed to be required to do this beyond me; I'd never done this before, and
I was beginning to wonder if it was even possible.
   Ashley was moaning softly but gamely shoving back at me as hard as I was
pressing into her.  Suddenly her sphincter relaxed, and the head of my by
now bone-hard cock slid into her, the ring of her anus immediately
tightening in a noose around my cock shaft, holding me tightly just behind
the head.  Ashley let out a muffled yelp, and looked back over her shoulder
for reassurance from me.  I kissed her and moved my hands to her breasts,
gently squeezing and rubbing those delectable mounds as I prepared to drill
the rest of my cock into her tight rectum.
   "Are you ready, princess?" I asked, mentally crossing my fingers that I
was doing it right and not injuring her permanently, and at her nod I began
slowly pushing forward, sliding myself deeper into her.
   Ashley immediately began gasping, and I stopped, recognising the
pain-sounds she was making.
   "No...Don't...stop...keep...going...!" she gasped out, and so I kissed
her once on the nape of her neck and pressed forward again.  Now she began
groaning, her hands flat against the cubicle wall as she quivered and
pushed back against me.
   "Oh God, it hurts, Nicky, but it feels good too!  Don't you dare stop, I
want it all!" she gritted, so I obliged.  It felt incredible.  Her rectum
gripped me with an equal constrictive pressure along the entire length of
my cock, like a tightly squeezing hand, and I was having great difficulty
not coming like a volcano; I could feel my sperm boiling just below the
surface as I pushed myself in all the way and paused.
   "Are you ready baby?  " I asked her, and she nodded again, and I started
to withdraw, Ashley immediately spasming.
   "Oh my God, that feels so good, keep doing that!" she groaned, and I
obliged, pulling slowly out and pushing myself back in again.  Ashley was
panting like a marathon runner by now, and I was really having a hard time
(no pun intended!) not coming as her rectum rippled and squeezed at me
relentlessly.  It was difficult to pull myself back from the vice-like grip
of her rectum but going back in was easier as she loosened enough to let my
cock slide a little easier.
   I began sliding back and forth in her rectum, Ashley gasping and moaning
"oh...oh...oh...!" in time to my thrusts, but I couldn't keep this up
indefinitely, I wanted so much to come, but I wanted Ashley to have her
moment first.  It wasn't long in coming; She began to shudder as I pumped
her, her hands coming behind her to clasp and lock behind my neck, allowing
her to hold herself upright as she pumped and hammered herself against me,
her back arched to keep her lovely rump lined up with my aching cock as I
shoved myself up her arse as hard as I could.
   Suddenly she began to shake and shudder.  "Nick...Oh, fuck, Nicky, oh
yes!  God, yesss, yesss, YESSS!!" she shouted, a spray of warmth bathing my
upper thighs as she squirted over me in the heat of her orgasm.  This was
too much for me, and I came like a shotgun, my spunk bursting out of me and
spraying inside her anal tube as it pulsed and quivered all around my
tightly-wedged cock, rippling like a milking machine cup, sucking all the
sperm out of me.  I think I came then more than I ever have in my life, all
of it for my darling Ashley as I fucked her delectable arse.
   We slumped against the cubicle wall, all thought dissipated in the white
heat of orgasm, until my softening cock finally slipped out of her rear
passage, an obscene blurt of spunk trailing out of her just-sodomized hole.
   Ashley turned to me and kissed me deeply, passionately.
   "Thank you for loving me Nicky, and thank you for making love to me!"
she grinned, "we fuck good, don't we!" she laughed, and I laughed with her,
even her vulgarity somehow ladylike and feminine, for my ears only, and not
in the least bit crude, given the circumstances!
   We finished our shower post-haste, as Judy was waiting, although I still
took the opportunity for some free-style groping and fondling, seeing as I
had her there, all naked and desirable and available, and briskly rubbed
each other down, before Ashley draped her sheet over both of us for the
sake of decency as we dashed from bathroom to bedroom.  We tumbled out of
the bathroom in a flurry of white sheeted limbs and kisses, and there, in
the hallway, was our mother, one eyebrow raised, and a strange, calm
expression on her face.
   "Both of you had better have an incredibly good explanation for
whatever's going on here!" she stated.  "Clothes on, then living room,
now!"
   Ashley looked at me in stunned horror, and I must have had the same
expression on my face as we shuffled back to my room for Ashley to pick up
her T-shirt and panties.  I pulled on a pair of shorts, my jeans and a
loose tee-shirt, Ashley pulled her tee on, slid her panties back on, and we
both made our way to the lounge, where mother was sitting with a
scared-looking Judy.
   "Sit down, both of you!" ordered mother, and we plopped down on the
couch.  Ashley was trembling, but I was feeling strangely detached, as
though this was happening to someone else; the worst had happened, how much
worse could it get now?
   "Nick, how long has this been going on, and how far has it gone?" asked
mother, her voice still calm, oddly calm, considering the circumstances.
   "Sunday, Mother, Sunday morning, and...!" I began, but Ashley
interrupted me.
   "We're more than...friends, if that's what you're asking!" she stated
flatly, the merest hint of a tremor in her voice, but her eyes remained
fixed steadily on our mother.
   "I see," said mother.  "I guessed as much last night.  So Nick, just let
me ask you one thing; are you intending on forming some sort of attachment
with my daughter, or is this just how you amuse yourself until it's time to
move on to your next conquest?"
   Ashley gasped, and my heart sank at how low her opinion of me must have
been at that point.  I decided to grab the bull by the horns.
   "No, I love her, and I want to marry her one day, if she'll have me!"
   Ashley looked at me in wonder, her eyes big as saucers, and Judy smirked
at her, safely out of mother's eyeline, or so she thought, however, mother
turned and pinned her down with a look.
   "And what exactly were you doing here, Judy, while all this was going
on, keeping a watch out for the mom, were you?  And were you ever planning
on letting me into this little secret you all seem to be sharing?  You just
sit there, young lady, you and I are going to have a little talk when I've
finished with these two!"
   Judy subsided, crouching back into the couch, looking helplessly at us,
the frosty look mother gave her enough to keep her quiet for now.
   Mother looked sceptically at me.  "And how do you know you want to marry
my daughter, after, what, 4 days?  You came into my home, you seduced my
daughter, your sister, and now you tell me you love her and want to marry
her?  Why should I believe you, even if I condoned this...this, I don't
even want to say what it is!"
   I opened my mouth to speak, but Ashley got there first.
   "I believe him, mom, and I love him too.  I'm over 18, that makes me
responsible for the choices I make.  This is what I'm choosing!"
   Mother looked steadily at both of us and sighed as she stood up.  I also
rose, as did Ashley, and mother looked sadly at both of us.  "She's your
sister!" she whispered, and right then I felt so bad for her, knowing she
was right, but also knowing how much I wanted Ashley.  It must have shown
on my face, as she took a step closer to me, her eyes never leaving my
face, suddenly soft and concerned.  I relaxed, and that's when she slapped
me so hard it made my head ring.  I reeled back and looked at her in
shocked surprise, tinged with apprehension as she wrung her hand.  She
looked at me, shook her hand, and slapped me again, just as hard, her lips
set and thin.
   "Well, you didn't react like your father would have, so I'm pretty sure
you're not going to be the man he was!  My daughter can be grateful for
that, at least!" she said almost conversationally.  "Sit down, both of you,
let's talk."
   I was stunned.  That had been a test?  Where was she going with this,
and why wasn't she going ballistic right now?  Ashley looked at me, equally
mystified, as wrong-footed as I was, shock and confusion mingling on her
face.
   "Mother," I began, "I know how this looks, and you pretty much told me
what you think of me, I'll leave now, if that's what you want..."
   She waved me to silence.  "Shut up Nicky, I lost you once, and I waited
18 years to get you back, I won't lose you again, not even over this. 
Ashley's right, much as it pains me to admit it, she's old enough to know
what she wants.  If you go, so will she, and I'll have lost both my
children, and I can't, I won't have that.  For good or bad, this is what
you both have chosen; I will accept that, for all our sakes.  It doesn't
mean I have to like it; my children are having sex with each other; do you
know how much that disgusts me?"
   "I'm sorry about just now, I wanted to see whether there was any of the
anger in you that your father had so much of, but I guess you missed-out on
that part of him.  For Ashley's sake I'm glad.  That doesn't mean I didn't
like it, or that you didn't deserve it; just be grateful it was me, because
if Ashley's father was alive right now, what he'd do to you would make your
back look like a mild scratch!"
   "If you stay here, then, as far as the outside world is concerned,
you're Ashley's live-in boyfriend, because I don't know how you can be my
son at the same time; the thought of my son and my daughter together like
that disturbs me, so I just have to try and stop thinking of you as my son,
and that's the hard part for me; I only just got you back, and now I have
to deny you, because of what you want.  I know what the two of you'll want
to do together, I guess I can't do anything about it, so just keep it out
of my sight as much as possible.  If you want to sit and hold hands, that's
fine; if you want to make out, find another room, or go somewhere else, I
don't want to see any of that in front of me; I'm not ready for that yet,
and I don't know when I will be.  You're going to have to give me some time
on that."
   "Just remember, from now on, you're a couple, Nicky and Ashley, not
brother and sister; you can't juggle two identities and hope to keep them
straight indefinitely, one of you will make a slip.  I suppose the fact
that you have different names, and you're obviously English, Nicky, means
nobody is going to make any connections between you two other than the
obvious.  Just make sure you keep quiet about who you really are, Nicky. 
That goes for you, too, young lady!" She shot at Judy, who nodded
wordlessly, obviously wishing she was anywhere but here right now.
   We both nodded wordlessly.  Was that it?  Was she really that accepting?
I was confused, and I'm sure Ashley was; we were her children, and we'd
been caught in the aftermath of a sexual encounter, and this was all she
wanted to do about it?  In all the possible scenario's I'd concocted, all
the openings I'd considered giving myself to tell her about us, this
situation here had never occurred as a possibility, and I was mentally
gasping for air.
   Ashley was the first to speak.
   "Mom, do you really mean it?  You're gonna let me and Nicky go on
together?"
   Mother grinned wryly.
   "I can't see a way to stop it, not without driving both of you away!  I
don't like it, I really hate it, but I like the thought of losing you both
even less, so this is how it has to be.  Don't you dare let me down!"
   She looked thoughtful for a second.  "I suppose, if you'd grown up
together, it would have seemed wrong, more wrong than it is, anyway, but
Nicky's grown into a considerate, caring young man, not at all like Brian
Davis, and he obviously cares for you, so that kind of takes some of the
worry out of it for me.  It could have been worse, much worse.  This way,
at least, my kids are happy; I think I'll come to accept it, just don't
expect me to dance for joy just yet!"
   Something she'd said had caught my attention.
   "Mother, who's Brian Davis?" I asked her, wondering what he had to do
with all this.  Mother looked at me strangely, like I was simple.  "He's
your father, of course Nick, why are you asking such a silly question?"
   It was my turn to look strangely at her.  "My father's name is Robert
Davies; my surname is Davies, look!" I pulled out my UK Driving License and
showed her how my name was spelled.
   "Go get your birth certificate, Nicky, I want to show you something!"
she said, so I went and rummaged through my flight bag, and came back with
the package Barbara had given me.  I looked at my passport, my new US
passport, and sure enough, my name was spelled Davis, as it was on my birth
certificate.  I hadn't noticed the different spelling; other than admiring
my US passport and noting the part on my Birth Certificate that stated
where I was born, I'd completely overlooked the different spelling to what
I'd always believed was my surname.
   I looked at her in confusion.  "What's going on, mother?" I asked her.
   Mother looked at me sorrowfully.  "This is how your father hid you from
me all those years; with a simple name change!  His name is Brian Davis, he
was born in Wrexham, in North Wales, and he grew up in Coventry, in the
English Midlands.  All your father did was add one letter to your surname
and use his middle name; I've been searching for the wrong name for the
last 18 years!"
   She was in tears now, thinking of how she'd been misled by my father's
deviousness and petty revenge-taking.  He'd changed our name so she could
never find me, which was just one more thing I had to pay him back for.
   Ashley shifted uncomfortably, wanting to comfort her mother, but not
knowing if she'd allow that just yet.  I had no such qualms; my mother was
crying, and this business with Ashley and I was on-hold for now, as far as
I was concerned, so I put my arm around her and held her while she cried
silently for the years taken from her with a simple trick.
   I wondered at the mental state of a man prepared to take such a petty,
and yet ultimately so profound a revenge on a woman his own rage and abuse
had driven into the arms of another man.  Even if mother had looked for us
in Coventry, or the surrounding Midlands, she'd have drawn a blank; I grew
up in Carlisle, in the far North-West of England, in the Scottish
borderlands, hundreds of miles from Coventry, or Wrexham, or any of the
surrounding areas she might have tried looking.
   Eventually she stopped, fishing out a tissue from her purse and wiping
her eyes, looking at me sorrowfully.  "I tried to find you Nicky, I really
did, now I know why I couldn't.  I'm sorry, baby!"
   I remembered a random factoid I'd read once when googling my name, that
'Davies' was the 6th commonest surname in the UK, and I realised my father
had chosen to alter his name for precisely that reason; that any search
would turn up hundreds of thousands, maybe a million people with the same
name.
   Judy stirred.  "If it's OK with everyone, I'll just leave now..." she
began, but a glance from mother nailed her back into her seat.  "Wait there
please, Judy, I'll get round to you in a minute!"
   Now Ashley spoke.
   "Mom, why did Nicky's dad leave you, and what does daddy have to do with
all this?"
   Mother looked resigned, as though she'd been waiting for this question,
and was relieved it had finally been asked.
   "Honey, when I was married to...Brian, I was only eighteen, younger than
you are now.  He was much older than me, almost twenty-eight, and my
parents objected, but I loved him, so I married him anyway.  After we were
married, I discovered what kind of man he was, how violent he could be,
what he was capable of.  He...assaulted me, many times, and each time I'd
leave him, but then he'd come and plead with me and promise not to do it
again.  I'd go back to him, and things would be fine, for a while, then
he'd do it again."
   "Nicky was born the first year we were married, when I was nineteen. 
Brian was becoming worse; he was dealing with some scary, shady people, and
he'd bring them to the house, and there'd be arguments and shouting; on top
of that, his fits of rage lasted longer, and came more often, especially
when a deal with one of those people fell through or went wrong, and he'd
take it out on me, over and over again, until I'd had enough.  I met a good
man, he was younger than Brian, only a little older than me, but he became
a good friend, my best friend, and eventually I couldn't help it, I fell in
love with him."
   "I didn't love Brian any more, he and his 'business associates'
frightened me, and I wanted to stay with James all the time, he was a
better father to Nicky than Brian, so I left Brian and moved in with James,
your father, honey, and asked Brian for a divorce.  He refused, until I
told him I was pregnant.  He decided that he wanted nothing more to do with
me, but that he wanted his son to live with him.  I refused, and he
made...threats, against me, against your father, against Nicky, threats I
knew he was capable of carrying out, so I insisted we let a court decide."
   "Brian petitioned for sole custody, but the court awarded us joint
custody, with Nicky residing with me during the week, and with his father
on weekends and public holidays; we had a visitation schedule drawn up and
had it approved by the court, and at first, all went well.  Then one day,
when Brian had Nicky as part of his custody, he called me and said that
Nicky was his, and he was taking what was his, and put the phone down."
   "When James and I went to get Nicky back, the house was empty and he'd
gone.  I had no clue where he'd gone except that he'd most likely gone back
to England, but I could never turn up a clue as to his whereabouts.  Now I
know why!"
   Her tears began again, and I hugged her to me again.
   At last I had the whole story of who I was and where I came from, and my
heart was breaking for my mother; she'd lost so much, had so much go wrong
for her, and now this, with Ashley and me.  I should hang my head in shame
for what I'd done.  I was lucky indeed that my mother was human enough to
recognise what Ashley and I had, and gentle enough to keep us all together
any way she could.  This was my family now, all of it, and I would never
again do anything to hurt any of them, but especially mother; she'd had
enough loss and grief and pain in her life already.
   Ashley was silently weeping at the story, the full realisation of what
mother had gone through hitting her, and when I held out my arm for her,
she crept into the crook of it, burying her head in my shoulder as I hugged
both of the women in my life close to me.
   Eventually mother stirred and dried her eyes, passing Ashley a tissue so
she could dry hers too.  Now that everything was out in the open, the
atmosphere lightened considerably, and I was able to leave and get dressed
properly.  Ashley followed me out, her hand finding mine, and mother didn't
say anything.
   When we'd dressed, we came back into the living room; mother and Judy
still sat in the same places, waiting for us to return.  Ashley rescued
Judy, taking her into her room and closing the door, leaving mother and me
some privacy while we talked.
   Mother looked at me sadly, her voice soft, almost pleading.
   "Nicky, this whole business here, you and Ashley, why didn't you just
tell me?  I wouldn't have understood any more than I do now, but at least
you'd have come and stood in front of me and told me to my face.  Catching
you like that was the worst feeling in the world, like I was spying on my
kids!"
   I hung my head in shame at that.  We'd planned how to tell her, and the
exact thing we didn't to happen, for her to catch us red-handed, had
happened.
   I cleared my throat, and tried to explain.
   "We'd decided to tell you, mother, truly, we were just waiting for what
seemed like a good opening.  I've already had this conversation with
Ashley, and I told her then how bad it made me feel that we were hiding
from you.  If you'd asked me outright, I wouldn't have been able to lie to
you, I'm no good at that..."
   She looked at me steadily, then reached out and gently lifted my chin,
raising my head to look into my eyes.
   "Right now, I'm feeling very confused, angry, a little sad, and a lot
disturbed by all this.  I want you to go out, both of you, be gone for a
few hours while I get my head round this.  Can you do that for me?  Just
give me some time to think about this, please, I promise I won't go back on
what I said, but I really need to be alone here right now.  Will you do
that for me Nicky?"
   I took her hand in mine, squeezed it gently.
   "We can do that, sure, are you sure you'll be OK?" I asked her.
   She smiled back at me.  "Yes, I'll be fine, Nicky, I just need to be
alone for a while, just some time to think about how our family's going to
work.  One thing, Nicky..."
   I looked at her.  "Yes Mother?"
   "You will...be careful with Ashley, won't you?" she asked me almost
fearfully, "she's had so much to deal with for so long, please promise me
you won't hurt her, she's been hurt too many times already..."
   I took my mother's hands in mine.  "Mother, I swear to you, Ashley is
the only thing I want in this world; I will never do anything to hurt her,
or make her doubt me.  I know I'm still only young, but I've never been so
sure of anything in my life.  I love her, and wherever I go, I'm not going
without her!"
   Mother looked deeply into my eyes for a few seconds longer, then smiled
and patted my hand.
   "I believe you.  Now go, take Ashley with you, and poor Judy, I think
I've terrified her out of a year's growth!  Be back in time for lunch, OK?"
   I nodded.  "Whatever you say, mother, or we could grab lunch somewhere,
give you a bit more time...?"
   She shook her head.  "No, I want to have lunch with my children." I
grinned and went to collect Ashley and Judy.
   "Nicky..?" called mother, and I turned back to her.  "Yes mother?"
   "Why don't you call me 'mom'?" she asked, a quizzical smile on her face.
   I smiled sheepishly back.  "I feel weird saying 'mom', it doesn't fit my
accent, it sounds phony when I say it, like I'm mocking you, and 'mum'
probably sounds just as strange to you!" I said, watching her answering
grin.
   "Call me 'mum', then Nicky, 'Mother' sounds so...stilted, formal, you
know what I mean?"
   I nodded and grinned, just glad that we could still talk normally after
the morning's revelations.  "OK, mum!" and she grinned back.
   We took Judy's car and headed to the nearest golden arches, Judy giving
a sigh of relief as we left the house.
   "I am so glad to be out of there!  Next time, remind me not to be so
fucking smug, I nearly fainted when your mom walked in the door, and when
she asked where you were, I...kind of told her.  Look, I couldn't help it,
OK?  She's just not the kind of person I can lie to...!"
   We sat in a corner booth in the fast-food joint after we'd ordered and
picked up our breakfasts.  While the girls were finishing their coffee's I
ducked into the mens room, and when I came out two high-school boys were
lounging at the booth, leering over Ashley and Judy.  I noticed Ashley was
flushing scarlet at whatever was being said to her, so I ghosted up behind
them to hear for myself.
   The taller of the two was dressed expensively, but badly, a lot of money
had been spent on his clothes but he didn't wear them well, and as I came
up I heard him say to her "I think you should come with me and my friend
here, everyone knows about you, what you are, but if you're nice to us,
we'll be nice to you, both of you.  How 'bout it, Rag Doll, you wanna
fuck?"
   OK, that did it.  I clamped my hand over the back of his neck and
squeezed, hard, while I smacked his friend in the crotch just hard enough
for him to lose interest in things for a while; playing rugby for five
years has its advantages....
   "Who's this fuck-wit, Darling?" I asked, and she looked at him with cold
anger in her eyes.  "His name's Bobby Czyzyck, he's a dick!"
   I swung Bobby round to face me, and smiled brightly at him.
   "Is that right Bobby, are you a dick?  Tell you what, you apologise to
the nice young lady, you say 'I'm very sorry for being a little dick, Miss
Lowry', and I won't kick you 'til your eye-sockets bleed, does that sound
reasonable?"
   Bobby gabbled out an apology, and then I frogmarched him outside and
into the alleyway by the side of the restaurant, turned him round and gave
him a kick in the plums that made two little lumps pop up on top of his
head.  As his eyes crossed and he started to fold over, I gave him an
open-handed slap that spun him round and sent him flying into a pile of
what looked suspiciously like dogshit.  I stood over him and waited until
the retching stopped and I'd got his complete attention, then spoke to him.
   "Now you listen to me, you little dog's cock; if you come within fifty
feet of Ashley again, or look at her, or say anything to her, or try and
breathe the same air as her, I promise that I will come and find you and
fuck you up, and if you or anybody, doesn't matter who, touches her, I'll
chop off your fingers.  Think how stupid you'll look, doing up your zipper
with your teeth for the rest of your life, and how will you ever jerk-off
again?  Do we have an understanding here, Bobby?  He nodded fearfully,
trying to look like he wasn't about to piss himself.  Then I had an idea
from a film I'd once seen, I think it was 'Goodfella's'.
   "Give me your wallet, Bobby.  Come on, hand it over!"
   He lurched to his feet and passed over his wallet and I took out his
driver's license, tossing his wallet back to him.
   "OK Bobby, now I know where you live, I can come and find you anytime I
like.  Remember what I told you; if I turn up on your doorstep, it's
because you did something to bring me there, so be very careful what you
do, what you say, or where you go." Hollywood definitely has all the best
lines...
   He lunged at me, trying to grab his license back, and I dodged him,
grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and rammed his face a few times
against the wall, not too hard, just enough to split his lip, abrade him
enough to leave a nice reminder, and possibly knock a few teeth loose, then
spun him around and tripped him back into that same pile of dogshit; as he
lay there, the front of his designer jeans darkened; it really wasn't
turning out to be his day.  I stood over him and nudged him with my foot.
   "That was stupid, and pointless, don't ever try that again!" I told him
pleasantly.  "Remember, now I know where you live, I can come and have a
little chat with you any time I want, would you like that, Bobby?" I
watched the colour drain from his face, and he shook his head vehemently,
little weasel eyes darting around in fear.
   "Good," I said, "Now we understand each other perfectly.  We're
communicating, isn't that nice.  One more thing, you little maggot; never
speak to or go near Ashley Lowry ever again, or any of her friends.  That
goes for you or any of your little maggot friends.  If any of your pus-bag
little boyfriends want to talk to me, send them over; when I've finished
with them, I'll come and find you.  I think we're going to be such close
friends, Bobby, I'm looking forward to getting to know you really well. 
Oh, and remember, if you put your bastard's breath in my girl's face again,
I'll cut your face off and use it to wipe my arse, you hear me?  Anything
happens to Ashley, anyone makes her unhappy, anyone says anything out of
turn, it's going to be your fault, and I'm going to come and find you.  She
stays happy, you stay healthy, got that?" He nodded, thoroughly cowed. 
Good.
   No, of course I wasn't going to hurt him; I wouldn't know how, I'm a
mechanic, not a thug, and I'm certainly not my father; his response would
have been to beat this boy into a body-cast, and for all that he was an
obnoxious, stupid, spoiled little prick, he was still only a boy.  No, my
usual response to major confrontation is to run in the direction of 'away',
sobbing like little Suzie.  But he didn't know that; for a bluff, it worked
pretty well, though, and now, Ashley had a protector, someone who thought
their own survival depended on keeping everyone else off her back, forever.
I love it when everything goes right for a change...
   I went back into the restaurant, where Bobby's sidekick was still
hunched over in his own private world of pain.  I pulled him upright by the
hair just in front of his ear, and he stared at me with wide, frightened
eyes.
   "Your boyfriend's lying down in the alleyway, go and pick him up, just
be careful where you put your hands, he's covered in dogshit, and I think
he's pissed himself.  What I told him goes for you as well, so I don't ever
want to see your face again, and neither do these ladies, understood?"
   He quickly nodded, one step away from crying with fear, which was quite
gratifying for me; I'd only ever been in three fights in my life, and I
lost two of them...
   I escorted him out, and sent him on his way with a ringing slap to the
back of his head as a reminder, making him stumble as he walked away to
retrieve Bobby.
   I was getting the 'my hero' vibe from Ashley, and even Judy took my arm
when we left, so I walked out of there pleased as Punch, with two pretty
girls on my arm; if I'd grinned any wider the top half of my head would
have fallen off!
   As we walked back to the car, I asked Ashley what the story was with
this Bobby character.  She was reticent at first, but with Judy prompting
her I finally got the basic story.  After the rape, when she'd finally gone
back to school, this Bobby creep had started pestering her, gradually
getting more and more aggressive in his approach, making no bones about his
intentions.
   The fact that he was a low-forehead shambling idiot with the IQ of a
bowling ball hadn't deterred him.  Most of the girls in the school had been
on the receiving end of his attentions at one time or another, his
step-father's money shielding him from any major repercussions so far. 
Judy had once given him the knee, but Ashley had been a particular target
of his, and he'd been at her constantly for two years now.
   I was happy to reassure her that from now on she'd be free from his
pestering; I'd done better than putting the fear of God in him; I'd put the
fear of me in there; I was a lot nearer and much more immediate, so I was
confident he'd keep well away from my girl from now on; and if he didn't,
well, I might be tempted to take him somewhere remote and, in a spirit of
educational endeavour, beat seven shades of shit out of him...
   We went back to Judy's place, mother had asked us to be gone until
lunchtime, so we had a couple of hours to kill, and Ashley wanted to talk,
somewhere more private than a mall or coffee-shop.
   When we got inside, Ashley got right to it.
   "Nick, you said to mom that you wanted to marry me.  How serious were
you?"
   I looked into her fabulous dark green eyes.
   "Princess, I do want to marry you, but not until you're absolutely
certain you want to marry me.  I know I kind of got backed into a corner by
mum when I said it, but it doesn't change the fact that I meant it when I
said it.  There's only one life I want; a life with you, when you're ready.
And, as I never got the chance earlier, I'll ask you now.  Ashley Lowry,
will you marry me one day?"
   Ashley sat silently looking into my eyes, her lips moving slightly as
she replayed everything I'd said.  Judy fidgeted for a few seconds then
blurted out "Say yes, you dumb bitch, or I'm taking him!"
   Ashley burst out laughing, and dropped into my lap, pulling me close to
her as she kissed me soundly.
   "Yes Nicholas Davis, I will marry you!  And now, I think I'd like to
stand up for a little, my bum's sore, I wonder why?" she inquired archly,
one eyebrow raised in query.
   Judy raised an eyebrow at her words, grinned, and then laughed .
   "Ashley Lowry, I never knew you were such a slut!  And with your own
brother, too!  I was only teasing you about what I had said earlier.  You
actually let him put that pogo-stick of his in your ass?  Oh my God! 
You're braver than I thought, I mean...!"
   Ashley looked at her loftily.
   "I love him Judy.  I would do anything Nicky asked as long as it didn't
involve jail-time or folk-dancing!  You should try it sometime..."
   Judy grinned again, even wider this time.  "What, folk-dancing?  OK, but
I'd have to kill myself afterwards!  And as for the other thing, are you
offering me Nick as a try-out?  The answer's yes!"
   Ashley snorted and smiled sweetly."Now who's the slut, Judy 'I am a huge
tramp' Nixon!"
   I listened to this byplay with amusement, and a certain amount of
embarrassment
   "Hello, ladies," I interjected, "just wanted to remind you, I'm still
sat right here!  Ashley, sweetheart, does it really hurt that bad?  I'm
sorry Princess, if I'd known...!"
   Ashley smiled brightly at me, a great big, phony 'Flight-Attendant'
smile.
   "No Nicky, it didn't hurt one bit.  But if you want to gain some
perspective, sort of see things from my point of view, I could always
borrow one of Judy's extensive range of truly frightening dildo's and use
it on you so you can feel just what I'm feeling right now!"
   I blushed, deeply.
   "Ah, no thank you, darling, I think I'll pass, if it's all the same to
you, and I'm sorry, Princess, we don't have to do it again if it makes you
feel like this.  I don't want to force anything on you, ever!"
   Ashley came round behind me and leaned down to hug me.
   "It did hurt just a little, Nicky, but it hurt so good, you know what I
mean?  We will be doing it again, I like the idea of you forcing things
into me, just give me a couple days!" she murmured, and gently nipped my
earlobe.
   Once again, I grinned so wide all that was holding the top of my head on
was my ears!  I slipped my arm around her waist and held her close to me,
resting my head against her midriff, listening to her heartbeat.
   Judy on her bed and looked at me quizzically.
   "So Nick, are there any more like you back in England, maybe one I can
snag, or are you a one-off?" she asked, a slight smile playing around her
lips.
   I scratched my head.
   "I have two half-brothers; Robert's almost four years younger than me,
and Richard's a year younger than him, and you definitely don't want to get
mixed-up with those two poisonous little twerps!" I told her, remembering
their whining and their attitudes to people, so much like my father's.
   "Oh really?  Do tell!" she prompted, so I gave her the matinee version.
   "Richard and Robert are Barbara's sons, but they're nothing like her; my
father made them into younger versions of himself, and I truly believe
Barbara had no time for them; I never saw them show or give her any
affection or appreciation, or respect; it's like he used her to give him
sons, then took them away from her, and I think that's how she felt.  But
she had me, and I had her, and that was enough for us both.  Can we stop
talking about this now, please?" I begged her, near tears again, and Judy's
little face showed concerned sympathy as Ashley hugged me close, hearing
the sadness and guilt in my voice again.
   I buried my face in Ashley's midriff and mopped my eyes on her shirt,
and Judy reached out and touched my knee.
   "I'm sorry Nicky, I didn't think..." she whispered, while I wondered how
long this hurt was going to keep pulling me down, how long it would be
before I could think of her without turning into a quivering wreck; I
wasn't indulging myself, wallowing in my guilt and loss, I was sure of
that. Ashley had been on the right track; I just hadn't worked out a way to
forgive myself yet, nor did I think I'd earned it, not yet.
   I got myself back under control, and apologised to Judy for making her
feel uncomfortable in her own home.  She came over and hugged me where I
sat and said "Nicky, it's OK to mourn, and it's OK to cry, you loved her,
and it's only been a few days.  Any time you need to cry for her, you
should." I hugged her back and thanked her for being there for me as well.
   Ashley decided at that point that it was more or less lunchtime, so we
should be going, and Judy offered to drop us back.  As we walked down the
stairs I saw an Olde-English silver Bristol car pull into the driveway, and
Dr.  Nixon got out.  He saw us and waved, and stood waiting for us by that
stunning car.
   "Hello Ashley, Nick, how are you feeling?" he asked.  I told him I felt
fine, and that I was free if he wanted to discuss last night at all, but he
claimed he was too busy, and that he'd drop by later to check me over.  I
was only half listening to him; my attention was riveted on that beautiful
hand-built aluminium-bodied car, and he noticed my rapt gaze.
   "Like her, Nick?  He asked me, and I could only nod.  "Where did you
find a 408 in America?"I asked him softly, my attention still fixed on the
car, and he sounded impressed.
   "You know what it is?" and I nodded; this car was an English classic and
a schoolboy fantasy to drive, and I'd only ever seen one, in the National
Motor Museum at Beaulieu Abbey in Hampshire, a mecca for motor-heads the
world over.
   "She's a 1964 Bristol 408 with the Chrysler of Canada 5.2 litre engine,
they only made 83, and you've got one, oh my God!" was all I could say, "I
can't believe you drive her around, what if she gets pranged?  Is there
anyone here who even knows how to shape aluminium body panels for her?"
   Dr.  Nixon grinned.  "Nope, which is why I only drive her after the
rush-hour is over; while the Range Rover's off the road, she's my only
transport, and the only way I'll be seen in Judy's Prius is after I'm dead,
so I have to go careful; I shudder to think what it would cost to fabricate
duplicate body panels from scratch!  I know about this marque and this
model, so normally she only comes out when I can't resist her any more."
   "I found her twenty years ago in a car lot in Raleigh, North Carolina,
the bodywork and suspension were fine, but the engine and gearbox and
torque converter were shot, and the interior was tattered; the dealer
didn't know and didn't care what she was, which is why I was able to snap
her up.  It took me nearly ten years to put her back in shape, and there
she is!  Want to sit in her?"
   I grinned and nodded, and he opened the door for me.  The car was an
import from England, so right-hand drive, and the sumptuous Connolly
leather and beautifully restored and polished walnut interior was more like
a gentleman's club than the interior of a car.  In its day, this car,
hand-built by craftsmen, had been competing with Rolls Royce and Bentley
for quality, comfort and prestige, and it still showed; it oozed style and
elegance.
   I caught Ashley's expression, and eventually managed to tear myself
away, reluctantly, and braced myself for questions about Ashley and myself,
but none came, so I decided to make the first move.
   "Dr.  Nixon, I need to have a word with you, is there somewhere we can
talk for a few minutes, please?  Alone?
   He looked at me and nodded, motioning me to follow him into the house
while Ashley and Judy stood outside, whispering together as they leaned
against Judy's despised Prius.  When we got inside, Dr.  Nixon motioned me
to take a seat.
   "So Nick, what can I do for you?" he asked.
   "Dr.  Nixon, Ashley says you know I'm her brother, well, half-brother. I
expect you're wondering what kind of relationship we have?"
   He looked at me for a moment, then leaned back in his seat and smiled
slightly.
   "Actually, no, I think I guessed after yesterday.  What do you want me
to say?  That I disapprove?  Speaking as a medical professional, of course
I have an opinion, and that opinion is loaded against you.  What you're
doing is illegal, and by rights I should report you, but, as you've not
stated outright what you're doing, technically I'm still unaware, let's
leave it that way.  My personal opinion is immaterial.  However, there's
the issue of children.  The children of incest have a better than fair
chance of inheriting recessive genetic traits that may well end up
expressing themselves down through their own families."
   "I can't in all honesty condone what you're doing, if only for the sake
of the children you may have, and the burden you could conceivably impose
on them.  However, I think you're both old enough to understand what you're
doing and it's not my place to offer opinion on what you do as consenting
adults.  My medical opinion you've just heard, anything else is not
relevant."
   I nodded, waiting for him to continue.
   "Ashley looks to be happy, for the first time in a long time.  I know
what happened to her, Judy keeps me fully up-to-date, and my concern for
her was always that she'd never really addressed what happened to her, or
found an outlet to express her feelings about it.  I do see a difference in
her now, so perhaps now she's found that outlet in you, which is no bad
thing."
   "That you're half-siblings is always going to be a matter of concern,
for the reasons I mentioned earlier, but that's for the two of you to
resolve.  I see far more bizarre and outlandish goings-on in some of the
more...rural areas of the state, believe me!  Your relationship hardly
raises a tick on the Weird-O-Meter compared to what I've seen out in the
wilds of this great state.  I guess what I'm really saying is that your
affairs are yours, it's not my place to judge, and I'm not going to."
   "I would however urge you to carefully consider what you're doing if the
subject of children raises its head.  Close monitoring of any pregnancy
will be a must, and early testing to ensure no genetic anomalies are being
expressed is highly indicated.  I would recommend you both come and talk to
me before you do embark on a pregnancy, just so we all know where this
could go, and if you do go ahead, I would definitely urge an amniocentesis
and periodic MRI scans.  The clinic where I work has advanced pre-natal
care facilities and I can make them available to you if and when you need
them.  There is a good chance that your children will be unaffected, but
there's also a definite possibility that they could, it's a coin-toss, so
think carefully."
   "As you are currently under my care, any conversations I have with you,
or confidences you ask me to keep are covered by privilege, so I can't and
won't discuss this with anyone without your express consent.  I hope I've
opened your eyes to the possible consequences of your relationship with
Ashley.  Personally, I hope you and Ashley succeed; I like her a lot, and
she needs the kind of stability a strong relationship can offer."
   He smiled and stood up.
   "Now I think we've left Ashley alone too long out there with Judy, never
a good idea!  Shall we rejoin them?"
   We left together, my mind at ease now.  Judy's dad was a regular
human-type person when he wasn't wearing his 'Dr.  Nixon' hat.  He'd given
me some food for thought, while clearly stating his intention to stay out
of our business, so I could put Ashley's fears to bed too.  There was no
more reason to hide the truth from mother, but the rest of the community
certainly didn't need to know.
   As I was climbing into the car a thought struck me, and I looked for Dr.
Nixon again.
   "Dr.  Nixon, as I'm here, are you sure you don't want to check me over
again, or..."
   He actually blushed.  "Actually, Nick, I'm really quite busy, but I'll
be over this evening, if you could let your mother know I'll be there about
Seven o'clock or thereabouts...!"
   I thanked him, watching him still blushing furiously, and told him I'd
look forward to his visit, and with that we pulled away.
   Judy was grinning like a chimp, so I asked her what had got her so
happy.
   "He's so full of it, he's not busy, he's not working today, he'll be in
his study watching 'Rocket Monkeys' on Nickelodeon all afternoon!  He just
wants to make sure he has another chance to meet up with your mom!"
   When we arrived back home, Ashley dragged Judy in with her, much against
her will; mother had really put the wind up her, and she didn't relish
spending any time anywhere near her just now, but Ashley insisted; she
wanted her oldest friend with her right now, and Judy gave in.
   Lunch wasn't strained or particularly atmospheric; mother was friendly
and gracious, spooking Judy even further; she sat on the edge of her seat
the whole time.  I didn't know what she thought, that mother was suddenly
going to reach over and stab her with a fork, or gouge her eye out with a
spoon or something, but she was visibly relieved when lunch was over and we
cleared-up and returned to the living room.  Judy noted where mother sat,
then chose the furthest point from her; I had to hide a grin, poor Judy
really was spooked bad!
   Mother composed herself, obviously gathering her thoughts, and began.
   "Nicky, Ashley, I've been thinking about what happened this morning,
about the two of you, and I need you both to tell me where this is going,
what you think the future holds.  Ashley?"
   Ashley glanced at me, and started.
   "Mom, we didn't mean for this to happen, and Nicky didn't set out to
seduce me, as you put it; if anything, I jumped him, and he gave me umpteen
chances to back out and not have to be doing this someday.  I saw him, and
I saw my future, I can't put it any other way.  I love him, and I will
marry him; he's already asked me, and I've accepted.  Oh, we're not getting
married tomorrow, Nick wants to get a job first, get settled-in, but
eventually we will get married, have our own home, babies, everything."
   "Mom, I know you think this is wrong, but it feels right to me, Nicky
makes me feel happy all the way through, I believe in him, and I believe
he's sincere when he tells me he loves me."
   Mother nodded all through this, then cocked an eyebrow at me.
   "And you, Nicky, what do you have to say?"
   I swallowed, and took-up where Ashley left off.
   "I love Ashley, mum, I think I loved her from the first time I actually
saw at her, and when I did, it was like something clicked-on in my head,
and I knew she was the one.  I don't want to break up this family, and we
don't have to; like you said, we can't be your kids in here and a couple
out there, so we'll be one thing all the time, just Ashley and Nick, a
couple, but you'll always be my mum, and we're still going to be your
children, that will never change."
   "I want to marry Ashley, I know from deep down inside that she's the one
I want, and I promise I'll always make her day end with a smile; I won't
promise we won't fight, I can't do that, but I do promise we'll never end
the day in anger.  That's one thing I learned from Barbara; even when I
made her mad enough to send me to my room, she still came and wished me
goodnight and told me she still loved me, and I would tell her I was
sorry."
   "Life's too short, mum, and you may not ever get the chance to say
sorry, so I always say it first.  I'm sorry, mum, for not telling you
sooner, and I apologise for hurting you, but I love Ashley, and I want her
to be my wife; I know it seems too short a time, but it isn't, not for me;
I knew from the moment I saw her, and nothing's going to change that.  I
will always love her, and I will never make her cry, I swear to you."
   Mother looked at me, and back to Ashley, then down at her hands folded
in her lap.
   "This is not what I dreamed for you Ashley.  I had so much planned for
you.  I know that things happened to take all that away, and I learned to
live with what I could salvage, but I never thought I'd be giving you away
to my son, but..."
   "But mom, you said....!" burst out Ashley, but mother held her hand up
to silence her.
   "No, baby, let me finish.  What I was going to say was, I'm glad for
you, because you're happy, at last.  Your happiness is the only thing I've
ever wanted.  All I wanted was for us to be a strong, close-knit family,
but I didn't want it at any price, including breaking your heart or driving
you away because of what I thought was right or wrong.  You love Nicky, and
I can see that he loves you.  He's an honest, compassionate, loving young
man; he'll be a strong arm for you to lean on."
   "My children need to be happy; too much has happened to them already in
their short lives for me to take that away from them, and either I fight
against this because of what people say is wrong, and lose them, or I
accept it because it's right for my children.  I have to accept that you
both are together, that you love each other, and that you want to make a
life together.  If you're both happy together, I don't dare come between
you and risk losing both of you.  I lost my little boy for so long, I can't
lose him again just when I've got him back."
   "So this is what we'll have to do.  You'll both live here, my daughter
and her fiancé, we'll turn Nicky's room into your room, we'll move some
things around to give you a bit more room in there.  What I said earlier,
about being...together, in front of me, forget that; if you can't be
together and be in love in your own home, why bother living there?  And
Nicky, please, just keep calling me mum; as far as the world knows or
cares, you're my son-in-law to-be, so it'll seem normal.  In due course,
you may decide to get a place of your own, get married and have a family,
I'll be there for you both then as well.  Did I miss anything?"
   I looked on in open-mouthed astonishment.  Mother had just given me the
biggest, most desired gift of all, Ashley, without batting an eyelid. 
Ashley was in a similar state; we'd expected hostility, some backtracking
and negotiation, but this, this was just...incredible.  Ashley was the
first to move, hugging her mom tightly, tears on her cheeks while mother
smiled indulgently, even though I could see in her eyes what this decision
was really costing her.  I hung back until Ashley let me near mother, but I
gave up waiting and squeezed them both, mother again grinning as I
bear-hugged my family.
   "Nick...Nick...can't breathe"!  laughed mother, and I released them,
un-squashing Ashley in the process, who grinned and jabbed me with her
elbow as payback for nearly flattening her.
   Eventually Ashley let go of her so I could get a chance to hug her and
thank her, choosing to go to our room with Judy and do whatever it was the
two of them did in there, and leaving me some space to talk with our
mother.
   Mother smiled at me.  "Something on your mind, Nicky?" and I had to
grin. I didn't know where to start.
   "Mum...I will do everything I can for Ashley, I wasn't lying, or feeding
you a line; she means the world to me, and I don't know why, or how it
happened so quickly, but it did, and I won't let her go, not until she
wants to go."
   Mother looked at me, and leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
   "I believe you Nicky, and I trust you to do the right thing by her,
always.  She's not just your girl, she's also your little sister, and you
have to remember that when you deal with her; there are going to be 'my
girlfriend' times, and there are going to be 'my kid sister' times, you
have to keep them separate and deal with them like that.  I don't think it
will be too difficult; Ashley's made up her mind about you, and when she
makes up her mind, she tends to be the immovable object, so take fair
warning; don't try and butt heads with her unless you want to lose like a
girl!"
   I smiled; I'd sort of come to the same conclusion, but I also had some
other questions for her.
   "If Ashley and I decide to have children, and I don't think it's a very
big 'if', how are you going to be with that?"
   Mother leaned back and smiled to herself.  "Nicky, I often wondered
during the last two years if I ever would have grandchildren; I didn't
think I would, to be honest, I thought Ashley was never going to be whole
again, she never dated, she never went out unless she had Judy with her,
she always got back before dark, and she made no plans to go to college or
do anything.  Then you came along, and it's like a light went on inside
her, and now she's making plans, she's becoming outgoing and more like
herself again, and she's planning her future.  That's because of you,
Nicky, and if the two of you have children, it'll be because you wanted
them, and I'll love them as much as I love my daughter and my long-lost
son. Does that answer your question, Nick?"
   I had to grin.  "Yes it does, mum, and thank you.  I'll always try and
be worthy of her, she's a fabulous girl, and I still can't believe she
loves me as much as I love her, and I promise you, she'll always come first
with me, in everything.  Tell me one last thing, mum, when you came back
this morning, was it because you were hoping to catch us in...er,
'flagrante', or why did you come back so soon?"
   Her eyes opened wide, and she grinned.
   "I completely forgot, I came back so quickly because I brought something
for Ashley and with everything last night I clean forgot to give it to her,
it's in the car, and in the middle of all this, I forgot why I came back!
Wait here, I'll just get it from the car.  Ashley!"
   Ashley and Judy came out of her room as mum came back in with a case and
handed it to her.
   "What is it, mom?" grinned Ashley.
   "Open it, it's for you!" smiled mother.
   Ashley opened it and squealed; inside was a new Dell laptop.
   "It's got a webcam built-in apparently, and I know we don't have Wi-Fi,
but we soon will; the company's paying for a fast broadband link for me so
I can work at home, so they're installing a...a hub, I think he called it,
so you'll be able to do whatever it is you need a laptop for!  Later,
you'll have to go downtown with Nicky and buy a printer, I'm sure he knows
what to look for."
   Ashley was ecstatic, gabbling her thanks to mother, but she waved it
off. "Thank Nicky, honey, he gave me the money, and we promised you a
laptop, so there it is!"
   Ashley kissed me on the cheek, and whispered "I'll thank you properly
tonight, baby!" Of course I blushed, mother was standing two feet away!
   Ashley and Judy disappeared back into her room to try out her new toy,
leaving mother and I sitting together on the couch.
   I finally asked the question I'd wanted to ask since mother had told me
about her husband.
   "Mum," I asked softly, "how did Ashley's father die?"
   She looked at me levelly.
   "James died of advanced Stage Four Pharyngeal cancer; when the doctors
finally realised what they were dealing with, it had progressed beyond the
scope of available treatment; all they could give was palliative care. 
Poor James, his tongue and throat were worst affected, he developed
secondary cancers in his mouth, at the base of his tongue, and in his
oesophagus; at the end he couldn't talk or swallow, or even whisper
properly."
   "Ashley saw all this happen, how he deteriorated almost daily, how all
our money went on care and pain meds, she was only twelve years old when he
was diagnosed, and she watched as he deteriorated a little more every day.
He died two years later.  That's why I'm so concerned for her; nothing has
gone right for her for so long, I really can't bear to see her lose and get
hurt again.  You promised me you'd always take care of her, please, just
make sure you do!"
   I held her hands, seeing the plea in her eyes.
   "I promised you, and I was telling the truth; Ashley will never have
anything from me except the best I can give her, always!"
   Mother seemed satisfied with that, and patted my knee.  "OK, now that's
sorted, let's go and set up that bedroom for you and Ashley, and I can't
believe I just said that!" she grinned.
   I went and collared Ashley, and press-ganged Judy into helping us clear
the room I was staying in and moving Ashley's stuff in there.  Her current
room was right next to mother's room, to be as close to her as possible at
night, and my room was at the other end of the house.  I knew why mother
wanted us in there, and it did give me a pang for a moment, but Ashley also
twigged why mother was moving us as far away from her as possible; sound
carries well, at night...
   We laboured for a couple of hours, getting the room just so, according
to some complex organisational vision she had, and Judy and I just followed
orders; well, I did; after a while, Judy decided to not assist any further
and just climbed on the bed and lay back to watch.  Her reasoning was
disarmingly simple; it was our den of iniquity, not hers, so she didn't see
why we couldn't set it up ourselves.  As a bonus, the room was larger than
Ashley's old room, so she had more room to spread out in.  As mentioned
earlier, I only had a holdall and a few new shirts, so I wasn't
overburdened with a need for closet space just yet.  While we, correction,
I laboured, mother began putting dinner together.
   Once I'd finished, I wandered in and started giving mother a hand with
dinner; (and before you think it, I'm not some kind of goody-goody or
brown-noser; the fact was, with no job, and Ashley and Judy closeted with
their heads together, I'd run out of things to do and people to talk to, I
was at a complete loose end, and I don't do sitting around idly well, so I
thought I'd make myself useful for a while).
   Mother had me peeling potatoes and chopping carrots while she chatted
about her job, about her husband, about Ashley when she was small, filling
me in on my sister's life a little, giving me a better picture of the girl
I loved.  From mother's description of how it used to be, they'd had a
pretty good life; James had been a contractor, making a very healthy living
out of urban renewal projects, and building several housing developments.
   They used to live elsewhere in Albany, a place called Crestwood, and
they'd bought this house a a development project to renovate and remodel in
line with the surrounding dwellings, and then James had become sick, and
had to stop working, and the money ran out very quickly.  The house in
Crestwood was foreclosed, and this dilapidated house became the family
home. Ashley had been most affected; she'd lived in a large house with a
pool and a summerhouse, with her own playroom, everything she'd wanted or
needed, vacations at Cape Cod and Nantucket Island, and then it was all
gone.
   I pondered all this while we were getting everything ready, and I also
reminded mother that Dr.  Nixon was coming over later, so perhaps he'd
appreciate being invited to join us for dinner...?
   Mother readily agreed, flushing slightly.  Oho, I thought, Judy was
right, there's definitely something there, well, well, well!
   I asked her if she needed anything else done, and she smiled and said
she was fine, I'd done enough for now, so I went off in search of Ashley. I
found her still in my (our!) room.  She'd gotten dressed now, out of her
baggy T-shirt and into a summer top with spaghetti straps and a pair of
unfeasibly tight jeans; they looked sprayed on!  They showed every curve
and line of her long, elegant legs, and her smooth, rounded, delectable
bum, and I have no problem admitting they made my mouth water!  Ashley saw
me looking and stretched out like a photo-shoot model.
   "You like, young Sir?" she asked coquettishly, and I nodded, still busy
ogling her, because she was definitely worth every second of ogle I could
squeeze out of the moment!
   Judy grinned at us.
   "Why don't you two get a room?  Oh yes, you have!  Do you want me to
leave?"
   Ashley grinned even wider.
   "Shush, Judy, my boy wants to ogle me, I quite like being an object of
ogle!"
   "You said you wanted some jeans tight enough to give mum a stroke, I'm
going out on a limb here and supposing these are one and the same?" I
asked, and she smiled back.
   "Yup, but they're not really jeans, they're Jeggings, leggings made to
look like jeans, feel them, they're made of spandex or something, not
denim. Very big in England right now, I hear, so you should feel right at
home!"
   She undulated to illustrate just how figure hugging they were, her
lovely behind and flanks rippling and quivering fetchingly, making me feel
weak and horny and completely fetched!  I also failed to see any VPL, no
matter how closely I looked.  Ashley grinned happily at me.
   "I'm not wearing any, not with these, well, you just can't...!"
   That was it.  My PHL (Personal Horniness Level) shot up from tick-over
to full throttle right away, as Ashley and Judy just grinned at me, knowing
full well what was going through my mind.  I was fighting to keep my little
friend (well, perhaps not so little...) under wraps and under control, and
I just knew that they knew what a struggle I was having; something was
going to blow soon
   Judy leaned over to pat me on the knee.
   "Calm down, Lover Boy, keep your pants zipped, you've got all night, go
get a shower, read a book, do a crossword, she'll be here when you get
back! Savour the anticipation, Old Bean!" she grinned, "Besides, I thought
you English would rather drink tea than fuck, and it's not like I haven't
seen your busy little love-token before; shall I make you some tea, or
would you like to go somewhere and become...comfortable again?  Or you and
Ashley could just...?" Oh, she was having so much fun!
   "I'm not English, I'm American!" I gritted, trying to keep my condition
out of sight, but Judy was trying determinedly to see what was making me so
uncomfortable, and I had to keep moving to avoid that interested stare; now
I know how a fan dancer feels when she drops her fans.  I wasn't so much
hot under the collar as heated under the belt-buckle, and she bloody well
knew it...
   "OK Judy, you can stick a fork in him, he's done!" grinned Ashley, and
Judy looked disappointed, but slapped my backside and said "OK
Stud-Brother, I'm done too, you can relax now!"
   Easier said than done, believe me...
   Ashley pulled me down next to her, and I promptly pulled a cushion over
my lap, to hide...things.
   "Ignore her, she's a past master at this," grinned Ashley, "I've seen
her reduce bigger guys than you to drooling chimps, you got off light! 
Just be glad she likes you...!" Judy grinned and held up the peace sign, so
I did as well, and peace reigned in splendour abundant once again.  Well,
until the next time she decided to press my buttons, anyway...
   We pretty much camped-out in our room (OUR room!) for the rest of the
day, chatting and kidding around until we heard the door chime.
   "There's dad, right on cue!" remarked Judy, and left the room with
Ashley to go watch the fun when he and mother tried to act all nonchalant
around each other.
   Mother showed Dr.  Nixon into our room, and he did all the doctor-type
things you'd expect, but I could see his heart wasn't really in it; he
obviously had other things on his mind.  Mother too looked different, and
it took me a little while to work out that she'd changed into something a
little less 'mom' and a little more 'Oh, Hello!'
   She had on modest shorts that nevertheless showed off her long, very
nice legs, and a short-sleeved white shirt with a couple of buttons undone
at the neck and a hint of cleavage.  Go mum!
   When he'd finished with me, Dr.  Nixon asked me a few questions about
the previous night, nodding as I tried to explain how I'd felt, then and
now.
   "It's OK to feel that way, Nick, and completely understandable," he
began, "what you're exhibiting is an almost text-book case of something
some therapists call 'Survivor's Guilt'.  I assure you, it's normal, and it
will pass.  I know you feel like you abandoned her, it's natural that you
would, seeing as what came after, but you didn't, she sent you away, for
your own good, as she saw it.  What happened to her isn't your fault, and
at some point you're going to have to stop beating yourself-up over it.  If
you want to speak to a more competent therapist than me, I can give you
some names, would that help?"
   I declined.  Ashley was helping me cope, and Judy, strangely enough. 
Having their kind of normality around me was pulling me through, and I
explained that to Dr.  Nixon.
   He looked skeptical.  "Judy, eh?  As a therapist I would have thought
she'd fall somewhere between Attila the Hun and Slipknot, but she does keep
you awake and aware, I'll give you that!  The girl has a beautiful mind,
it's a pity she chooses to dress, walk and talk like Cindy Lauper's hooker
sister...I sometimes think the only reason the anti-Christ hasn't come yet
is because he knows Judy's up here waiting for him!" He grinned and told me
to button my shirt, we were done.  As he turned to leave, he stopped and
turned back.
   "Almost forgot, I got a call, the part you ordered is in, so they'll
deliver it tomorrow morning at nine, are you still going to install it for
me?"
   I grinned and nodded.  "I'll be there just after, then, it shouldn't
take more than a few minutes to get you back on the road; that should save
you some peace of mind with the 408!"
   He smiled and made to leave, and when he paused to say goodbye to
mother, she asked him if he'd like to join us for dinner.  He looked
pleased, and a little awkward, almost shy, but he readily accepted.  Mother
had laid a place for him already, so we all sat down to eat.  It looked
like a typical family dinner, if you discounted Judy and her 'Hot Beaver'
T-shirt and her violently clashing hair streaks and pierced lip...
   Mother kept calling him 'Dr.  Nixon', and he grinned.
   "I think we can dispense with the formalities, my name's David!"
   Mother also grinned, shyly.
   "And my name's Julia, David!"
   Ashley, Judy and I watched this with suppressed grins; it really was
like watching two fourteen year-olds on their first date; which it was, in
a way.  The girls and I wolfed down our food and asked to be excused,
mother looking at us in consternation at being left alone at the table with
a man for the first time in several years, and asked why we were being so
rude.
   Judy piped up.
   "I promised Ashley I'd help her with her math homework, so we need to
crack on, and Nicky's very busy, aren't you, Nicky?" while jabbing me with
a sharp elbow.
   I was jolted into awareness of what she was saying.
   "What?  Oh...yes, I have this...thing I have to do, very busy, got to go
now.  So sorry!" and I bolted, promising we'd do the washing up later, so
just leave everything in the kitchen.
   Ashley and Judy were giggling like lunatics in our room, congratulating
themselves on what good plotters they were.  I was happy; dinner had gone
well, mother had looked happy and relaxed, chatting about everything except
our family, and Dr.  Nixon looked really pleased to be in her company;
maybe there really was something there, and if so, well, she deserved it.
   Eventually Judy decided that she needed to be getting home, she had
those assignments to finish for Monday, so she wanted to make a start, so
with much hugging, she left, only to come back and call us out to silently
creep down the hall so we could peek in the kitchen.  Mother was washing,
and 'David' was drying, both of them talking and making big eye contact,
oblivious to the world.
   Judy left and Ashley and I went back to our room to wait for Dr.  Nixon
to leave so we could interrogate mother.  Eventually I heard him leaving,
and we sneaked out to hear him ask mother out to dinner on Friday.  She
accepted, of course, no big surprise there, and thanked him with a peck on
the cheek, making him smile in surprised pleasure.  Like I said, like a
pair of fourteen year-olds!
   We said our good nights and Ashley and I returned to our room.  I was
excited; tonight I got to spend the night with my girl, for the first time,
and the suspense was killing me!  Ashley seemed to be feeling the same, and
as soon as the door was closed, she pounced (figuratively speaking),
wasting no time in getting my shirt off as I tugged her skin-tight
'Jeggings' off, discovering that she was indeed 'commando' underneath. 
Ashley slid my jeans and briefs off me, leaving me naked as I tugged her
top off so she could join me.  My cock was feeling the need for attention,
and stood out straining, a fact she took note of as she kissed me, her hand
working up and down as our tongues fenced and my hand found her moist pussy
and lightly rubbed and slid around between her legs.
   And someone knocked at the door!  Ashley squealed as she dived for
cover, and I stood there foolishly staring, unable to move if mother opened
that door...
   "Kids I'm heading to bed.  Ashley don't stay up too late, you know it's
a school night, and Nicky don't forget about what you told David, I mean
Dr. Nixon.  I love you, babies, and thank you, I had a fun night!" We heard
her walk back down the hall, and then the sound of her bedroom door
closing.
   "Damn, Nicky that was close," giggled Ashley, coming back up to my side
and pushing my mouth closed.  "Breathe, baby, that's it!  It could have
been so much worse; supposing she'd walked in and found me with my ass in
the air and your dick in my mouth?  Jeez!  Tomorrow, before anything else,
you're putting a lock on that fucking door!"
   With that, she pushed me back towards the bed, making me sit down so she
could kneel on the floor between my legs, her hands squeezing my balls as
she slowly pumped my cock back to full recovery, then she started to kiss
my length, from the root to the crown.  I held my breath as she kissed and
then licked the head, finally slipping her lips over the end to envelope me
in the warm wetness of her mouth.
   She started to suck, gently at first, then increasing the suction, her
cheeks hollowing with the effort, and the effect on me was galvanising.  I
could feel my orgasm gathering, pressure building as she suctioned me, her
head bobbing as she slid her lips up and down over the engorged head and
her hands pumping me as she squeezed and fondled my balls rhythmically,
readying them to empty into her.
   The end came suddenly, as the dam inside me burst.  I felt a wave of
electricity mount up my spinal column, flaring all my nerve endings, to
burst in a soundless pulse of white light behind my eyes, my stomach and
thighs rippling and tensing in sweet anguish as the pleasure burned
unbearably though me, and then suddenly all was released in a pulsing,
muscular spasm that shot my sperm into her mouth in long, satisfying jets,
pulse after pulse bursting out of me, filling her mouth again and again. 
Ashley swallowed and swallowed again, until I finally stopped ejaculating,
wrung dry, for now, and she licked and sucked every last remnant of sperm
from my cock, cleaning my head and licking me dry.
   She looked up at me and smiled as I trembled and shuddered in the dying
reaches of my orgasm, wondering how she could do that to me, giving thanks
that she could.
   "That should hold you for a while, stud!" she grinned, standing up and
pushing me backwards to land on top of me.
   She stood up and gently pushed me backwards, climbing on to the bed to
lie next to me, her lips too close to resist, so I didn't.  After a kiss
that lasted a lifetime, she pulled away to grin at me, a grin I knew well
by now.  I bent my head down to kiss along her neck down her shoulder and
further on down, to lick and gently bite her nipple, enjoying the little
cries and starts she gave as I licked and sucked, first one nipple then the
other.  Meanwhile my hand had found her soft and very wet pussy, and as I
kissed her I rubbed and stroked and touched her, feeling her lips swell and
part as she became even more aroused.
   One finger found its way into her, and slowly rubbed and touched between
her folds of flesh, until it rubbed against the hard little nub of her
clitoris.  The effect on her was electric; her eyes snapped open, and she
leaned up to push me onto my back, and she swung her leg over me to lie on
me, her knees on either side of me as she kissed me.  She sat up and
grinned again, and took hold of my raging cock, lifting up to slide herself
back down, the sensation of damp heat and soft velvety pressure as she
engulfed me nearly taking my breath away.
   Ashley began to rock, sliding herself up and down on me, and grinding
against me as she did, her eyes closed as she brought herself off, that
little smile never leaving her face.  Her pussy was clenching and squeezing
me, clasping and releasing as she tightened and relaxed her inner muscles,
and the picture of her above me, her beautiful face rapt as she pleasured
herself, all these things were having their effect on me.
   I pumped back against her, definitely feeling the need rising again. 
Ashley sped up, pounding herself against me as she approached that peak,
and then, suddenly, her orgasm crashed into her, and she stiffened and
leaned forward, gasping as the waves of orgasm crashed through her, her
pussy tightening around my throbbing cock as I lost it, pouring stream
after stream of spunk into her, her clasping, squeezing pussy rippling as
it massaged every drop of sperm out of my straining cock.
   She slumped down, utterly spent, her heart hammering and her chest
heaving as she fought for breath, my heart rate and breathing a close
match. Eventually she raised her head to grin at me, and kiss me once on
the tip of my nose.
   "That was...amazing, we should do that again soon!"
   I could only agree.
   In the morning, once again, I took her to school, again going through
the whole 'kissing her extravagantly' pantomime just to piss-off the people
who'd given her such a hard time, although I enjoyed it thoroughly, as
always, then headed off to the Nixon house to install that replacement
compressor for Dr.  Nixon.
   As I predicted, it only took a few minutes, and it worked, as I knew it
would, so he was a happy man, a very happy man, so happy he pressed three
hundred dollars into my hand as a thank-you for saving him thousands more;
not bad for 15 minutes work!  When I made to leave, he called me inside,
and asked me to wait while he made a couple of phone calls.  That done, he
came and sat with me.
   "Nick, I just got off the phone with an old friend of mine.  He has a
specialist auto repair facility downtown, handling only European cars.  I
told him about you, and he's especially interested in the fact that you
have a Lotus Mechanic certification; if he has you on board, he can get a
Lotus dealership, something he's been trying to do for years; like me, he
has a bit of a thing for hand-built British cars, and he wants to see you
this afternoon, so I told him I'd bring you over; actually, I had to stop
him coming over here right away!"
   I thanked him profusely; maybe I was finally on my way to getting a job!
   When I left, I mentioned how pleased my mother would be if I could get a
job, it would certainly help buoy-up the family finances, and Dr.  Nixon
grinned.
   "I'd certainly like to see her face when you tell her; Julia's a fine
looking woman!" he admitted and then blushed scarlet as he realised he'd
blurted out something he'd probably not meant to say out loud.
   I had to hide a grin, and innocently asked him if he'd like to come home
with me, so I could tell mother, and take him out to breakfast as a thank
you.  Of course he agreed, and we headed back to the house.
   When we got there, mother was sitting on the couch, a large envelope in
her hand, and a letter.  She looked up at me, her face ashen, and that's
when I knew something was badly wrong, as did Dr.  Nixon.  She handed me
the letter wordlessly, and my eyes immediately blurred with tears as I
recognised the handwriting; it had been on every birthday card and gift tag
I'd ever received, on every school Report Card I'd ever brought home.  It
was Barbara's handwriting, and for a second I considered not reading it,
but even a message from beyond the grave was something from her, a link, of
sorts, and it was better than nothing...
   I read, and as I read, my anger, and my gorge rose.  I read it again,
and looked at mother.  "Mum...?" I croaked, the nausea pulsing through me,
the clamour of it almost deafening me as my mouth filled with the sour
taste of vomit.
   She started crying and shaking, and David Nixon had to catch her or
she'd have fallen.
   "What is it, Nick, what's in the letter?" he demanded, and I sat down
hard as my knees gave way.
   I held the letter out.  "I know who raped Ashley, and why...it's all
here...!" I managed to say through tightly clenched teeth while mother
cried and shuddered against him.
   And then I had to stumble to the bathroom and be sick, to retch
endlessly until I had nothing left to throw up, and only the pain remained
as I dry heaved.
   to be continued....
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