CHAPTER ELEVEN

   On Daphne's seventeenth birthday, the girls announced they were taking a
year off.  That wasn't actually true, in the sense that they still played,
but they spent that year playing benefit concerts, for various children's
and geriatric organizations.  During that year, the girls played in
hospitals, and places that took care of elderly people who were without the
kind of money needed to live in a retirement home.  They also played school
auditoriums, to promote interest in music studies.  Their audiences were in
the tens, and hundreds, as opposed to the thousands, but they still
required that Bob "prep" them, and the intensity of their performance was
undiminished.  Gabby took a little less prepping than Daffy.  All she
really had to do was look at Bob, looking at her naked body, and run her
hands over her swollen abdomen, and she was almost ready to go.

   There was intense interest in that swollen belly.  The world knew that
Gabriella Stockton was not married.  Not as many people knew that her
mother had also had a child out of wedlock.  Sheridan's life and privacy
was closely protected, so that he could grow up in as normal a family
setting as possible.  And, while the girls were fodder for the media,
Deliah had been out of the limelight for three years by this time, and she
did not appear publicly with the girls any more.  Handling the managerial
part of the business kept her out of sight.  Hundreds of people recognized
Deliah's voice on the telephone, but very few of them knew what she looked
like.

   Bob was another matter.  He had played on their bluegrass CDs, and he
was always present with the girls on tour.  When Gabby started to show, he
was asked questions about how it was that he had been unable to "protect"
Gabby from at least one man.

   "She's nineteen," he said simply.  "I'm her tour manager, not her
father. She has a life of her own, outside the tour schedule, and how she
lives that life is up to her."

   Gabby simply refused to talk about being pregnant.  Her inevitable
comment was "Do you have a question about my music?"

   Two concerts at schools were canceled, by virtue of the administration
feeling that Gabby, being unmarried and pregnant, was not the kind of role
model they wanted to expose their students to.  That was fine with the
girls.

   The girls suspended their benefit tours about a month before Gabby
delivered an eight pound, seven ounce daughter.  The birth was, to say the
least, a milestone in the family's life.  The little girl, named Chelsea,
as Gabby had said she would name her daughter, was a first grandchild, a
first niece and, of course, a first daughter.  As such, everybody in the
family was at the hospital from start to finish.  Daffy cradled the baby,
gazing adoringly into her tiny eyes and announced she was so jealous she'd
never forgive her sister for getting pregnant first.  She turned her
attention back to Chelsea.

   "But it's all right," she cooed to the baby.  "I'm fourteen days overdue
for my period, so maybe I have a cousin in my tummy for you.  Would you
like that?"

   The uproar that announcement caused was all internal to the family,
while over the next two months the media frenzy died down considerably, as
the girls took time off to get to know the new arrival.

   That media interest remained low when they went back to work, as
Gabriella had regained her youthful appearance and flat belly, and Daphne
wasn't showing yet.  When the girls went back on tour Chelsea was cared for
by Deliah, assisted by Sheridan, and few of the public ever saw her.

   ===========================

   Of course when, during their second tour after their sabbatical break,
Daphne began to show obvious signs of being pregnant, the media furor was
reawakened.  She also refused to discuss her condition or who was
responsible for it.

   Their career, at least in America, took a hit.  Scandal was hinted at on
more than one occasion.  People started hanging around the house, most of
them with cameras hanging from their necks, as they waited to get a picture
of the man, or men, who came to visit the two young women.  They were led a
merry chase, due to the efforts of a friend of Deliah's in the
entertainment business.

   The man, who happened to have homosexual tendencies, knew a number of
young men with the same tastes who were also aspiring performers, and
unemployed.  He arranged for Deliah to hire them to visit her girls.  The
"suitors" were always met at the door, in full view of the cameras, where
they usually got a smile, hug and perhaps a kiss on the cheek before being
invited inside.  Once there, they read a book, or just sat around, thrilled
to be talking to someone so famous.  After a few hours they left, to be
followed, photographed and otherwise bombarded by the press.  They got free
publicity, and the press got more and more frustrated, until some
enterprising reporter did enough research on one of them to learn that he
was DEFINITELY not there to see a woman ...  at least not for romantic
purposes.  Once it was learned that the media had been made fools of, their
interest slacked off a bit.

   Several concert venues in the United States began to display reluctance
toward having the girls appear, saying that the furor in the press about
them being single mothers wasn't the kind of press their customers enjoyed.


   Deliah simply canceled all concerts in the United States, and replaced
them with two tours in Europe, which displayed a much less up-tight
attitude about grown women having babies.  The girls spent more time in the
studio, which was outfitted for recording.  They stockpiled perfected
pieces for possible future release.  Financially, they were doing so well
that they weren't worried about the foreseeable future.

   Because American audiences weren't seeing them, as Daphne's belly
swelled larger and larger, it was less often observed in publications than
Gabby's had been.  As a result, when Daphne struggled to push out seven
pound, eleven ounce Caitlin, less notice was taken.  It was a good example
of "out of sight, out of mind."

   Caitlin joined Chelsea and Sheridan in the nursery.  Deliah couldn't
have been happier, even when the girls were gone on tour.

   Meanwhile, the foreign press lauded the performances that America was
denied, more albums were made and released, and the girls got better and
better.

   =============================================

   It took two years for audiences in the United States to raise enough
outcry for the press to begin demanding to know why they were only playing
overseas.  In a printed press release, the girls explained that, while
there were millions of single mothers in America, the bias against that
class of citizen, on the part of large concert halls, made it impossible
for them to feel that they were truly welcome in their own country.

   The outcry was immediate, and sensational.

   American reporters started showing up at foreign concerts, always
prodding and asking questions as to when the girls would start performing
in America again.  For the first six months, the only comment they got was
"Next question, please?"

   They stayed in the news, primarily because they lived their home lives
as normally as they could.  When one of the girls went shopping, she took
her child with her.  Whoever was free at the moment was the one to go
grocery shopping.  If they needed a pair of pants, they went to the mall,
or Target or WalMart, like anyone else.  People in town knew who they were,
and began to be offended by the gaggle of reporters who were always
following them ...  always trying to stick a microphone in their faces as
they sat in the food court, or walked down the canned goods aisle.  The
girls tried to act like those reporters weren't there, ignoring them.  When
that was impossible, they simply said "No comment."

   Had Bob moved in with them, it probably would all have gone to hell in a
hand basket.  But, he stayed right where he was, in his little apartment.
Nobody thought it was unusual for their concert tour manager to visit them
frequently, though it became more difficult for him to spend nights.  None
of them were really happy about the fact that the children's father wasn't
getting to spend much time with his offspring either.  It was getting
harder and harder to have any kind of privacy in their lives.

   In the end, it was that, more than anything else, that made them decide
to move out of the country.

   ===============================================

   They chose Trinidad, which was elated to have, as permanent residents,
such accomplished performers.  That their concert tour manager moved in
with them wasn't considered unusual at all, since the whole business
enterprise was moved to, and registered in that country.

   Of course the press didn't give up.  If anything interest intensified.
Now, though, the stories on the pages of newspapers and blogs talked about
suspicion that the business had moved for the purposes of avoiding taxes.

   Deliah finally consented to an exclusive interview by Rolling Stone
magazine.  Even then, the interview was both short, and blunt.

   "People in high places are bemoaning the loss of a national treasure,"
said the interviewer.  "So, why did you two move to Trinidad?"

   "That's easy," said Gabby, holding her daughter on her lap.  "Remember
all that furor a while back when we wouldn't wear a hijab to perform in the
Middle East?"

   The interviewer nodded.

   "They wouldn't accept us the way we were.  All we've ever wanted to do
is make music.  We think we're pretty good at that, and a lot of people
around the world agree with us," she said.  "But in Saudi Arabia, that
wasn't good enough.  They wanted to mold us into something they thought we
should be."

   The interviewer nodded, to keep her speaking.

   "The same thing happened in our own country," said Gabby.  "All we
wanted to do was live our lives, and make music.  But that wasn't good
enough.  We were ...  we are ...  single mothers, and people concentrated
on that, instead of our music."

   "Can you blame them?" asked the interviewer.

   "We play music," said Daphne.  "That's what we do.  We do it because we
love doing it, and we love to share that with our audiences.  If an
audience is not willing to accept us solely on the basis of our music, then
they don't really want us ...  now do they?"

   "So you're saying that America doesn't want your music?" asked the
interviewer.

   "We're saying that, if we perform a concert, we expect people to judge
us based on our musical ability, not whether we're married or not," said
Gabby.  "The two things have nothing to do with each other."

   "So you're not going to perform in America?" asked the interviewer.

   "Why would we want to perform where we're not wanted?" Daphne asked.

   "But people in America love you," said the interviewer.  "The sales of
your recordings prove that."

   "The press doesn't love us," said Gabby.  "All they want to know is who
knocked me up."

   "You want me to use that exact quote?" asked the interviewer, frowning.

   "I've been asked that exact question, over ten times," said Gabby. 
"They yell out 'Who knocked you up?' and expect me to answer them."

   "So it's really the press you're irritated with." suggested the
interviewer.

   "The press represents the interests of its readers," said Daphne. 
"Isn't that so?  Apparently the only thing the readers in America want to
know is who knocked us up.  We're not interested in talking about that. 
All we're interested in is playing music."

   ===========================================

   That interview, of course, was so sensational it was leaked to the very
media the girls were protesting about.  The media, of course, tried to make
themselves look like the victims, touting their right to free speech. 
Foreign governments were elated, because the girls continued to tour
outside the United States and had much more time to do so since they
weren't playing in the country of their birth.  Americans talked about it
at the water cooler and, as they so often do, went blithely on with their
own lives.

   Things came to a head when the President of the United States, on a
diplomatic visit to France, and the newly elected French leader he was
visiting, attended one of the girls' concerts.  It hadn't been on the
agenda when President Willingham's trip to France was planned, but when he
got there and the French leader suggested it, it was arranged.

   That two leaders of the free world were in the audience, of course, was
communicated to the girls.  By then, they had played for heads of state
before, and it actually didn't bother them that much.  The intrusion of the
Secret Service, who had to inspect the hall inside and out, was basically
ignored, since it took place during their practice session the afternoon
before the concert.

   That night, inside the dressing room, Bob leaned against the door as the
girls sat, applying makeup.  As was their practice now, lipstick was left
until last, so they could kiss Bob as much as they wanted to while he
prepped them.

   "You nervous?" he asked.

   "Not really," said Daphne, peering into the mirror as she applied eye
shadow.  She was naked.  Having a child had only driven the girls to take
better care of themselves, and their diet and exercise routines since
giving birth had produced bodies that still looked younger than their
chronological ages.  Their hips were a bit wider, perhaps, but that was
all. Bob found them both as exciting as the first time he'd ever seen them
naked.  "I'm horny, instead of nervous," she added.

   "That's good," said Bob, smiling.  "I won't have to work so hard."

   "Are you complaining?" she asked, walking over to him and thrusting her
breasts out.

   He felt the same way about her as he did about her sister.  All he had
to do was think of either of them naked, and he got erect.

   "Do you want to tease me?" he asked.  "Or do you want me to get you
ready?"

   "Both," she said, making her face pout.  "I get that way when I'm
pregnant."

   Bob's mouth dropped open.  "Again?" he asked.  "Really?"

   "Really," she said, her voice husky.  "I found out just before we came
on tour, but I wanted to surprise you."

   Gabby turned to look at her sister.

   "You did this on purpose," she said huffily.  "You're trying to get
ahead!"

   Daphne didn't even look at her.  Instead she reached out and squeezed
Bob's penis through his pants.  "You had yours first last time," she said.
"Besides, I always like it better when he spurts in me and I know it's
dangerous."

   "Thanks a lot," moaned Gabriella.  "Now that you've talked about it, I
have to see him spurt!"

   They ended up re-enacting a time from long ago, where Bob stood between
them, and masturbated.  This time, though, he aimed his spunk at their
pussies, bending his knees and squeezing himself, to ensure that it was
delivered where their fingers were holding themselves open for him.  And
this time, they rubbed it into their pussies while he watched.

   Then they went out and played, like they usually played, and the
President of the United States found out what he, and the whole country,
had been missing.

   ===========================

   As the last strains of the encore lingered in the still air, before the
audience went crazy, the thing Bob noticed first was that the backstage
area was strangely empty.  He had been getting ready to deal with the press
...  but there weren't any.  Instead, there were tall men in suits, with
wires running to a flesh-colored earpiece in one ear.  They looked very
alert, and very serious.  One of them approached Bob.

   "The President would like to speak with the young ladies," he said.

   "Oh, that's nice," said Bob, his stomach fluttering a little.

   Just then the two women came running off stage, prepared to hug their
uncle.  They pulled up short, seeing the serious-faced man standing with
him.

   "It seems that the President would like to have a chat with you," said
Bob, hiding a smile.

   "Oh really?" asked Gabby.  She looked serious herself.  "How nice." She
turned to Daffy.  "You want to talk to him?"

   "I guess so," said Daphne.  "I'm kind of ...  hungry, though."

   The Secret Service agent blinked.

   Gabby turned back to him.  "Tell you what ...  we're going to change
clothes.  If he's here when we get done, we'll talk to him, okay?"

   "Uh ...  it might take a few minutes to get him back here," said the
agent.

   "Well, tell him to hurry up!" said Daphne, flashing a brilliant grin. 
"We're hungry." H The man turned away, appearing to talk to the cuff of his
suit coat.  Bob went into the dressing room with the girls.

   "Are you nuts?" he laughed.  "This is the President of the United States
we're talking about here."

   "He's just a member of the audience to us," said Daphne, stepping out of
her dress.  "I'd rather go to bed with you than talk to him."

   "You can go to bed with me any time," protested Bob.

   "I know, and that's one of the things that makes life so special." She
gave him a brilliant smile, and rubbed her pussy.  "Wouldn't you like to
stick your nasty old baby-making penis up in me right now?"

   Bob, to his horror, found that he was going to have to face the leader
of the free world with a hardon in his pants.

   Daphne giggled, looking at the front of his pants.  "You're so easy to
get going.  That's what I love about you the most."

   "Maybe you should go talk to him first," said Bob.  "I'll just stay in
here."

   "Maybe you should do something about that great big boner in your
pants," said Daphne, her eyes twinkling.  "Then you could talk to him too."

   "I know how to take care of that," said Daphne innocently.

   "Later," said Bob, trying to get businesslike.

   "Okay," sighed Daphne, "but that means you're going to have to go a lot
longer."

   They turned to find Gabby standing, watching, dressed in her signature
jeans and T shirt, her arms folded under her breasts while one toe tapped
impatiently.  Her makeup was still on, and she was frowning.

   "What's wrong with you?" asked Daffy, sticking her tongue out.

   "Nothing," said Gabby.  "He already got you pregnant again, if you'll
recall.  And just to show you there's no hard feelings, you can even have
him first tonight, but we can't get to that until we get rid of the people
outside, so if you'll quit acting like a slut and get dressed, I'd
appreciate it."

   Three minutes later, Bob rearranged his erection so that it was pointed
upwards in his pants, and followed the girls out to see what would happen.

   ===========================

   What they found were both presidents, who were smiling and gracious in a
way that disarmed the girls.  The French President kissed the back of each
of their hands, formally.  Daphne was so unsettled that she curtsied, even
though she was wearing jeans, like her sister.

   "Magnifique!" he breathed over their hands.

   "Thank you," said Gabby, smiling.

   "I had no idea," said the American President.  "It was wonderful."

   "Thank you sir," said Gabby, turning her smile on him.  "We love
playing."

   "That's obvious," said President Willingham.  "I wonder if you might be
willing to play at the White House?"

   Gabby didn't flinch.  "We don't normally play in the States," she said.
She had adopted the name that so many people around the world use to
shorten the official name.

   "I'm aware of that," said President Willingham.  "It's an unfortunate
situation that should be remedied, particularly after what I heard
tonight."

   Daphne got her bearings, and took a breath.  "Sir," she said.  He turned
to look at her.  "It's only fair to tell you that, by the time something
like that can be arranged, it will be obvious that I am pregnant again ...
and still unmarried."

   The president, who had to be cagey to get to that office, didn't bat an
eye.

   "So, too, are a number of my constituents, I imagine," he said smoothly.

   "You may get some bad press as a result," she insisted.

   "I get bad press routinely," he said back.  "My wife, however, would be
exceedingly unhappy if I failed to get you to play for us.  She did not
accompany me on this trip, and when she found out I was going to your
concert she was very upset that she wouldn't be there with me.  Now I
understand why.  She has all your recordings, but I haven't had time to
listen to them.  That will be remedied too."

   "Well aren't you sweet!" said Daphne, smiling.

   "Come play for us ...  please?" asked one of the most powerful men in
the world.

   "Give Uncle Bob your phone number and we'll talk about it when we get
home," said Gabriella.

   "Uncle Bob?" asked the President, turning to Bob.

   "He's our tour manager," said Gabby unnecessarily.

   A business card was suddenly thrust between the two men by the hand of
the President's personal Secret Service Agent.  Bob reached for it, but the
President got there first.

   "Anybody got a pen?" he asked.

   Three pens suddenly appeared.  The President took one and scribbled on
the back of the card.

   "Don't let that number out, please," he said, handing the card to Bob.
"There aren't many people who have it."

   "Certainly!" said Bob, amazed at is own feelings at the moment.

   "Is there anything else?" asked Daphne suddenly.  "I'm awfully ... 
hungry."

   Gabby giggled, but the two powerful men simply repeated how much they'd
enjoyed the concert, and then were escorted out.  Bob and the girls stood,
watching the gaggle of bodies move.

   "Wow," said Daphne.  "That wasn't at all what I expected."

   "Can we go now?" whined Gabby.  "If you're going first, that means I
have to wait, and I'm REALLY ...  hungry." She grinned.

   Three hours later, feeling like he'd been beaten thoroughly by an angry
mob armed with pillows, Bob left the two women lying sperm-soaked and naked
in their hotel room bed, and went to make a call to Deliah.

   ===========================

   Deliah went to work immediately, but with great care and thoughtfulness.
Staying out of the United States had just been an informal policy.  It was
easy to do, partly because invitations from that country had dried up, and
the ones that still came in stubbornly could not be accommodated because of
things already scheduled.  There were plenty of other places to play, and
make a good living, and that's what they had done.

   Now, this reversal of policy would open up a can of worms ...  or could,
if it were allowed to.  The press would get interested in them again.  Bob
hadn't forgotten to describe the conversation held between the girls and
President Willingham, which is how she found out one of her daughters was
going to be a mother again.  That Daphne had told Bob first didn't bother
her.  She knew what it was like to be in love with him.  Life in Trinidad
had been glorious, with Bob accessible to all his children and the women
who, in many ways, considered him their husband.  The comfortable nature of
the arrangement was such that they all believed they'd never live in
America again, where such an arrangement would stay neither secret, or be
accepted.

   But, from Deliah's perspective, it would be nice to be able to travel in
America again, at least every so often.  The girls' popularity had grown
steadily in the last few years, but Deliah also knew that could wane
without notice, especially if the girls didn't keep to the touring regimen
that was inevitably wearing and tiring.  Sales of their recordings had
picked up everywhere they toured, but had tapered off in America, where
they were in the news less.  Their bank account, and the investments that
went with it, were almost, but not quite, to the point where they could, if
they wanted to, begin to spend more time at home, and less on the road
without depleting it.

   If America could be toured once in a while, that bank account would
mature much sooner, and Deliah, with her practical mind, knew that.  At the
same time, Deliah's practical mind also grappled with the thought that the
press would be re-awakened, like some sleeping beast, and begin ravening to
consume her daughters again.

   And THAT, she was not interested in.  Their life with Bob was too
precious to allow circumstances either to be unveiled, or interfered with.
She thought long and hard as she made plans which she knew would be
reviewed, altered, if necessary, and finalized when the current tour was
over.

   ===========================

   Deliah was satisfied with the single child her brother had given her. 
She wouldn't have minded more, but at her age, she also didn't want to take
any chances with her health, or that of another baby.  She went on the pill
for the first time since early in her life.

   Gabriella and Daphne had no such reservations.  When Gabby found out her
sister had gotten pregnant again, she set about doing the same thing.  She
succeeded quite quickly, and by the time the girls were scheduled to appear
at the White House, both were showing in an obvious and undeniable manner.
President Willingham didn't care, but the White House also agreed to
Deliah's demands that there be no press conferences and no access given for
the press to attend the concert.  It was to be a private concert for the
President, his wife, and their guests, but that was all.  He also agreed
that a recording could be made for a "Live At The White House" album.

   Deliah didn't stop there, though.  She quietly organized another round
of benefit concerts, with the understanding that none of the benefactors
could leak it to the public until the agreed upon date.  She included in
her plans a provision that, when the tour was announced, it would also be
announced that only written questions from the press would be accepted. 
Whether they were addressed or not, would depend on the questions.

   While there were seven "money making" stops on the benefit tour, each of
them was separated by a seven or eight day period, with smaller private
concerts, at schools, rest homes or hospices between them.  Those would not
be publicized at all.  In that way, it was hoped, the press would
concentrate on the concerts where money was being raised for this cause, or
that, and leave them alone at the smaller concerts.

   The plan worked rather well, all things considered.  The first news that
the girls had returned to the U.S.A.  was when the country found out they
had been hosted at the White House.  The White House press corps broke that
news, and the follow up news that a benefit tour was going to take place.
No itinerary of that tour was announced.

   One organization had a board member who owed a favor to a reporter, and
leaked the news.  That concert was promptly canceled.  The other board
members were so irate, they kicked the leaker off the board.

   That hit the news big time and all the others took special pains to keep
their concerts secret.  It was actually remarkable, considering the number
of individuals who knew something was happening.  It was worth it, though,
because when the concerts WERE announced, they all sold out within
twenty-four hours.

   The media fought back, of course.  No mere pair of young women was going
to be allowed to thwart the "right" or "responsibility" of the media to
"inform" the public.  Photographs of the girls were obtained and plastered
all over newspapers and magazines, showing their pregnant bellies and
making comments about those pregnancies.  Deliah hadn't forgotten about the
broadcast media though, and arranged for the girls to appear on the morning
show with the highest ratings.  The rules of engagement for that interview
were specific.  Only one question was allowed concerning their pregnancies.
It didn't matter what that question was, but there could be only one.

   The bright and popular young woman fell right into the trap.  She had
her own cause, and it was one that the girls were raising money for so, of
course, she talked about that first.  Then, when she thought they had
achieved all sorts of warm and fuzzy rapport, she smiled and said "All of
America is dying to know about the fathers of your babies.  Will you share
with us about that?"

   Gabby was ready.  She smiled and leaned forward.

   "I disagree with you.  I don't think very many people in America really
care who fathered our children at all.  I also believe that people are
tired of the media splashing that in their faces.  It has nothing to do
with our music." Then she turned to the camera and stared straight into it.
"If I'm right, America, please let your media outlets know that you're
tired of paying them to pry into our private lives.  We're so happy to be
back, playing in America again ...  we'd hate to have to leave once more,
just because the media insists on focusing on something that's nobody's
business but ours."

   She turned back to the perky interviewer, who wasn't nearly as perky any
more.  She knew she'd been taken, and that she'd never hear the end of it.

   It worked, though.  A lot of people in America did love the girls, and
applauded their resolution to have and protect a private life.  People were
tired of Government agencies and advertisers collecting information about
them, and Gabby's straightforward request was what it took to galvanize
people into actually writing letters to advertisers, or threatening to
cancel subscriptions.

   Gradually, the media realized it wasn't worth the cost.  If they
couldn't sell dirt on the girls, they wouldn't sell anything at all. 
Instead, they began ignoring the duo completely, which was just fine with
the ones being ignored.  By this time, they didn't need any press coverage
to sell out concerts.  Small publications, or those with ties to the music
industry still talked about them, but left it at talking about the music.

   Three years later, the girls did a farewell tour that wasn't announced
as a farewell tour, until their last concert.  Gabby now had three
children, two girls and a baby boy, who lived with and played with Daphne's
three older girls, and one infant girl.  Deliah's son, the uncle to all of
them, was ready to enter grade school, and they wanted the kids to have the
benefits of the American educational system.

   After the tour, they rented a house in New Mexico, to live in until they
could have a house built to their specifications.  Moving in, with eight
children was hectic, and it upset the kids, most of whom were used to being
able to toddle out the door and onto a white sand beach whenever the mood
struck them.  Their new house, when it was finished, would be on a
beautiful lake, but for now, the adults had to deal with cranky young ones
in a strange new world.

   The transition would have been a lot rougher, except that Daphne and
Gabriella exulted in being able to spend all day long with their children,
and not having to practice or do anything other than just be mothers.  When
babies needed to be fed, the girls simply took off their shirts and walked
around, nursing.  They could still talk to and play with the others, while
they did that.

   Then, at night, whatever two weren't slated for Bob's bed would do what
was necessary to get the kids ready for bed, getting the last glasses of
water, or reading bedtime stories, while Bob and his mate for the night
retired to the quiet and privacy of their love nest.

   Those moments were also special, for all three women.  Having the others
help with the children meant they could lounge and make love with Bob, who
lavished attention on each of them, in turn, stroking them and touching
them much as if they were instruments he was playing, making them vibrate
with joy as orgasms washed over them.  At other times, they just lay
quietly together, trading kisses and talking about whatever was on their
minds.

   The years passed, and the children grew.  Daphne and Gabriella went off,
occasionally, to play with some symphony orchestra, as a guest duet, and
they played on three more bluegrass albums, again, making guest
appearances. Other performers were invited and accepted offers to use their
in-home studio to produce music.

   It was only natural that their children were interested in the
instruments lying around the house.  All of those children had been coaxed
to sleep by the soft playing of stringed instruments, and danced and
frolicked to the music of jam sessions that went on frequently.  It could
be argued that the musical abilities of the children were genetic, because
all of them showed the same signs that Gabby and Daffy had shown as little
girls.  It was also only natural that they play together, and their mothers
became their music instructors.

   Eight years later, the world was treated to a series of concerts.  For
Daphne and Gabriella it was a "come back" tour.  But this time, they played
with all their children, who filled out the company, playing everything
from percussion, strings and even the occasional woodwind or brass
instrument.

   Again, audiences were held in thrall as performers, both young and
older, made the most amazing music.  Again, those audiences thundered their
approval and begged for more.  When the littletroupe played bluegrass music
for an encore, those audiences now danced in the aisles.

   Bob's reaction to that music, and that of the girls, over the years,
wasn't so unusual either.  Untold hordes of men and women, driven to
distraction by the music they enjoyed at a concert, went home and found an
outlet for the passion that had been transferred from the girls to the
listener.  Though they didn't know it, Gabriella, Daphne, and their
offspring were responsible, in large part, for the births of thousands of
other couple's babies, nine months after one of their tours.

   =================================

   There were two dressing rooms on these tours ...  one for Gabriella and
Daphne, and one for the kids.  In one, Bob helped Gabby and Daffy get ready
to play.

   He wasn't needed in the other dressing room.  Two of the performers were
young men, who also performed the same function as Bob did, getting
themselves ready to play, while preparing their sisters too.

   Deliah, back in her role as tour manager, made sure nobody bothered the
people in those dressing rooms before each concert.
   


  
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