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			A Master's Ring 
			Chapter 3
			The Interviews

---Knowledge is about data, Understanding about the connections one can make
between data strings. It works in anything in the world, but especially with 
women.-------------------------------------------------------------------------

	I woke up with Melisa climbing over me to get off the bed. The sun 
was streaming into the window, so I figured it had to be morning. I turned to
look at my alarm clock it was 7:30 am. 
	I watched Melisa walk over to the closet naked. Actually, I enjoyed 
Melisa as she walked over to the closet naked is a much better description 
of what was going on. 
	She looked back at me, smiling as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it 
around herself. She walked back to the bed, and kissed my forehead as I turned
to lay on my back. 
	"I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed," she told me. "You should 
start getting ready, too."
	"Okay." I replied. "Should I wear anything special?"
	"Jeans and a clean shirt." she said as she gathered up her clothes from
last night. "I don't know how long the interviews will take so it's best if 
you dress comfortably."
	She walked over to me to give me a final kiss on the cheek and to 
run her hand along my chest before she walked out of the room. I knew she lived
in the same building so I didn't worry too much about it. 
	I stretched my arms up over my head and yawned trying to clear the 
cobwebs and some of the sexual frustration. Dr Ryan and Melisa had me riding 
a large sized wave of desire. It felt uncomfortable, but not wholly unpleasant.
 
	I got out of the bed, and walked over to the closet. I pulled a towel
off the top rack, and chose a clean set of jeans and tan summer shirt to go 
with it.  I laid them on the bed, walked over to my drawer set and pulled out 
clean underwear throwing them on the bed along with the jeans. 
	My toiletries were on my desk so I just grabbed them.
	I kept the shower extremely cold, not unpleasant but uncomfortable.
	I got dressed quickly. I even groomed myself. When I was done, I stood
by the window staring out across the dried up river into the next town. I 
was not really looking at anything, or thinking about anything.
	Just waiting. 
	
	She walked into my room at 8 am. I turned to look at her. She had 
chosen a tan business suit.
	I think women in suits are fascinating. I try to size them up to see
if they're the type to wear frilly, and sexy lingerie underneath or just simple
business like stuff. 
	I didn't have to wonder with Melisa, the last two days had been an 
education in what a woman can hide beneath a perfectly normal exterior, 
especially this woman. 
	She walked over to me, checking to make sure I was presentable. She 
reached up to kiss my neck, and proceeded to straighten out imagined wrinkles
and bad positioning in my clothing. I let her. There are things you just have 
to let women do without questioning and without arguing that you could do 
a perfectly good job of it yourself without their help. 
	"Breakfast?" she asked. 
	"Where?" was all I replied. 
	"The Ramada." she said. "That way we can't be late and you'll be a
bit more comfortable."
	"I'm not uncomfortable." I said simply.
	She raised a blonde eyebrow at me. 
	I smiled "Not that type of uncomfortable anyway."
	She smiled back. 
	She led the way out of my room and down to the parking lot outside our 
dorm She walked up to a black BMW and opened the door for us. I appreciated 
the car before I got into the passenger side. 
	"Did you have to walk behind me the whole way?" she asked me. 
	"Yes" I said. I had enjoyed the walk down to the car much more having
her to stare at on the way down. 
	She smiled and shook her head at me, as she pulled the car out of the
lot. 
	"Yours?" I asked running my hand on the dashboard. 
	"For now." she said turning to smirk at me. 
	"Really trying aren't they." I stated. 
	"Knowledge." she whispered.
	I sat back and enjoyed the ride to the Ramada. 
	She stopped it in  front of the hotel and handed the keys to the valet
as she stepped out of the car. She waited for me to get to her before she 
proceeded inside the hotel and into it's dining area. 
	The host gave us a table next to the window, not much to see but more 
pleasant than the inner tables. 
	We ordered a quick, simple breakfast.
	"Are you nervous?" Melisa asked me. 
	"Not really." I said. 
	"How come?" 
	"This has all been planned, right?"	
	She nodded.
	"The Brothers know they want me. They've been waiting years or so Dr. 
Ryan says. They would have picked up a major fault in me a long time before 
this."
	She smiled.
	"You've tested me." I continued. "How many men would have tried for 
more considering what you've been doing? No, this is the easiest part. This is 
always the easiest part of anything. At least for me, I know they've found 
something they really like, it's just a question of showing them it's real."
	"You don't think you'll fail here?" she asked.
	"No."
	She just stared at me. 
	"No matter, what happens here I've passed the biggest of the
obstacles in front of me getting that a black ring."
	"What was that?" she asked. 
	"You...a Sibling wants me. Not as a man, but as a Brother. You believe 
I can give you what you've waited for. What you know only a Brother can give 
you. You think of me as one of them. When you walked into my room before, you
weren't sure, but you are now. It's gotten stronger the more time you spend 
with me."
	She turned her head to stare out the window. 
	I smiled and continued "How was it that Dr. Ryan put it.. In the words
of the civilized world, if you want to be a Dom it's not a Dom you have to 
impress, it's a Sub you have to master." 
	I reached up to turn her head so she faced me. 
	"I've already done that." I whispered to her letting go of her chin. 
	The waiter arrived at the moment to drop off breakfast. It was one of 
the best breakfasts I had ever had. 
	We finished our breakfasts in silence, and enjoyed our coffee in the 
same quiet. 
	At five minutes to nine, Melisa looked at her watch and got up saying 
"It's time, David."
	I got up and followed her out of the restaurant. I didn't wonder at 
her not having paid, I was sure it had all been arranged for. 
	She got into the elevator and pressed for the button for the 7th floor.
I leaned back against the elevator smiling. I was really not nervous, I found 
it amusing to some degree, and wondered if I should worry about my own 
confidence. 
	The elevator stopped. Melisa walked out and turned to the right. 
She walked to the last door of the hallway. She opened it and stood back and 
motioned me in. 
	"I'll be called when you're done and wait with you for the next one." 
she told me. She stopped me as I passed her. 
	I looked down at her, questioning with my eyes. She stood on tip-toes 
to give me a small kiss on the lips. She let go and walked past me to the 
elevator. I watched her go and entered the lion's den. 
	
	She was leaning back against the wall sized windows to the right the 
door. 
	She was waiting for me, with her hands behind her back. She was 
amazing. Tall, blonde, athletically trim. I expected her to have blue eyes.
She stared at me as I approached her, waiting. 
	"Hello, Sister." I said extending my hand to her, I had been right a 
beautiful shade of bright blue. 
	She smiled for a second and then broke down to laugh quietly. She took 
my hand to shake it. When her left hand came out hiding, prominent upon it 
was the black-stoned ring of a Brother. 
	"You knew." she said simply leading me to the couch in the middle 
of the room. 
	"How?" she asked as we sat facing each other. 
	"The Sibling ring on Melisa's hand." I said "While worn: on the left 
hand side is a male kneeling with wrists bound, on the right side is a 
female. I took that to mean it could be worn by males or females. Means one 
of two things either Sisters such as yourself or homosexual Brothers, more 
than likely both. Dr Ryan also kind of overkilled the Brother thing. Always a 
Brother with a couple of hesitations here and there where it was obvious he 
was being careful."
	She just smiled. 
	"The choice was obvious then, in what to expect. Someone guaranteed 
to be found attractive by me. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, a beautiful body, the 
obvious choice to test if I could look at you as an equal, and as Sister and
not as less." 
	"And can you?" she asked staring at me. 
	I stared at her thinking, looking inside myself as I studied her. 
	"You are beautiful." I answered, "But not attractive. As if I had just 
been told you were a blood sister."
	"Incest." she said with raised eyebrows.
	I looked at her seriously replying "No." 
	I had guessed what the test would be, it had been too obvious but I 
was still somewhat amazed that I really did not find her attractive, just 
beautiful.
	We sat there for a minute measuring each other, as if we were long lost
family members that had just met. I was sure I had just passed my first inter-
view. 
	"And now what do we do?", she asked me smirking.
	"Conversation." I offered. 
	"I guess you must have questions. I do add a different dimension to the
things you know about our Society."
	"Not everything... Actually let me rephrase that, I have a few guesses
but I'm not sure about them.", I replied. 
	"Ohh?" she said questioningly. 
	"The order of the interviews." I explained. 
	"What's your guess for the interviews?" 
	"Well, you were the obvious one?"
	"And the next one?", she asked.
	"I figure black, male, homosexual." I said. 
	She smiled at me, "Why?"
	"The color is obvious, homosexuality also. A man of directly oppossite
sexual preference, probably expressive in his homosexuality, where I'm a lot 
more private in my tastes. The race choice is clear, can I see beyond societal 
impressions to someone my equal." 
	She got up to and walked to the window. 
	"And the next one?" she asked me. 
	"That one is tough," I replied standing up to walk around the room. "If
this is all to test my reaction I would pick someone almost exactly like me but
maybe with a bit of classical male peeves. Hispanic but better looking than me,
taller, better built. Everything and anything that would make me look at him 
as disfavorable competition, and react to him in that way."
	I gave a short laugh, "Hell, I'd actually make him a Spaniard instead 
of from this continent. Go for that bit of prejudice also." 
	I walked to a few feet of her, leaned against the window and looked 
at her. 
	She turned to look at me, and started laughing. 
	"Okay, let's go for the full passing grade here." she said through the
laugh, "Three interviews today, four tommorrow. Who do we throw at you 
tommorrow?"
	"Oh, the tradionalists. All of them, old, a touch of stodginess. An 
Englishman, a deep southern Gentleman, an old New Englander right of the boat
and then someone else from out of the country. All guaranteed to have 
annoyingly different views of the world than a younger man." I replied 
jokingly. 
	"How do you that?" she asked me wonderingly.
	I walked over to the couch, leaned back replying "Would you believe, 
I'm psychic." 
	She laughed again and sat down across from me. 
	"No, seriously."
	"Take in all the information but don't stop there." I said to her, "You
have to look for reasons. You want me but there's a lot to protect. Twenty 
thousand Siblings according to Dr. Ryan, two thousand black rings that you 
expect to be counted as closer than any blood family I might have."
	I stared at her for a minute. 
	"How careful would you be if you were choosing someone with that much
control over you little sister or brother? How careful if you were picking your
own brother and sister? The data gathering is easy. But it's never enough. You 
need to see me in action, that's what Melisa is for. Then you have to try to
hit me from unexpected sides, that's what these interviews are for. There just 
couldn't be any other reasons for the interviews. After that I just try to 
see what and how you would test me?"
	She raised her eyebrows. 
	"The tests seem obvious after that?" I continued. 
	"But we didn't surprise you." she said simply.
	"It's just as good, though." I said.
	"Really?" 
	"Yeap, if you can't surprise me with years of preparation. It means any
problems that arise for me would be problems for any wearer of a black ring. 
It's still a fair test. Still tells you what you want to know about me anyway.
I can think of a woman molded to be found attractive by me, as my sister. I 
don't care that a Brother is homosexual. And my ego isn't so fragile that I 
react negatively to someone more physically ... hmm, desirable, I guess, than 
I am." 
	"But you already know the test." 
	"Yes, but then I'm either a really good actor, or my reactions are 
still what you want them to be."
	"And are you a good actor?" she asked me seriously. 
	I did not answer. 
	She smiled at me. 
	I asked her if there was another name for black ring wearers than 
brothers. 
	"No."
	"The women don't mind." I asked. 
	"Some of us do, but it's an old society. Very old. We keep the name
Brothers now because of the tradition of Brotherhood and in honor of those
that built the Society." she replied, "Most of us call Female Brothers, Sisters
anyway, so do most of the Siblings. The whole Brother thing is more of a
title. Plus the Sisters that don't like the name have to admit that the 
Brotherhood was a good 400 hundred years ahead of it's time in accepting women
as possible equals."
	I nodded to myself. 
	We sat in silence for a length of time before she told me it was time
for the next interview. 
	I smiled at her, wondering at the changes already begun in me. I 
stood up, gave her a hug. Well, she hugged me since I'm not very touchy. It 
did not feel strange, for once to be touched by a stranger I wasn't sleeping 
with. Maybe the changes were more extensive than I thought.
	I walked to the door, opened it to find Melisa waiting for me. She 
looked into the room past me, and smiled brilliantly at whatever she saw. 


			A Master's Ring
			Chapter 5
			Destiny


----Faced with it all, would you be afraid?------------------------------------


	The rest of the the day's interviews went along the plan I had laid 
out for my new-found Sister. They were longer than with the Sister, though. 
Robert seemed to be one the historians of the Society and had wanted to 
amaze me with historical figures that had been Brothers. The female members
were a lot more of a surprise than the male ones though. The Brothers seemed
to have dropped out of public life right around McCarthism. I really couldn't
blame though, especially considering Hoover later on. Robert liked to talk 
and I like to listen to people who actually know what they are talking about 
so it was a favorable interview. 
	Edgardo was a pain in the ass. I know for a fact that I am an asshole. 
Edgardo was exactly my kind of asshole. So we spent a good three hours like 
two pitbulls separated only by the bars of civility. He was a woman's dream. 
Tall, meditarrean complexion, hansome. An aura of self-confidence. In the end,
just the fact that I wouldn't bend to him forced respect out of him. 
	After that ordeal, I went home. Melisa had not been waiting for me. I 
guess she knew what I was in for, and did not want to face me immeadiately 
afterwards. 
	Who can blame her? 
	I went to the cafeteria and had something to eat. In my room, I did 
most of next week's reading and some of the stuff I had to read to for my 
finals. I stared out my window into the next town, trying to relax but finding
myself unable to. I could feel the breeze from the door the Brothers were 
holding open for me. The closer and closer I got to the door the more and 
more I wanted to step through. I wanted it all. 
	Finally, I fell asleep staring up at my ceiling. I had been fantazing
about Melisa. Either way, win or lose, it had been a great ride and if all 
I got out of it was a tease; it was a lot more than any man had ever gotten 
out of her. 
	I woke up to quiet knocking on my door. I got out of bed to open the 
door. It was Melisa wearing a blue business suit this morning. She had a 
bag with her that was obviously meant to be my breakfast. I opened the door
wide for her to let her in. 
	I grabbed up everything I need for a morning shave and shower. I 
wasn't in the mood to talk. I guess Melisa figured as much because she didn't 
speak to me until I was done eating after my clean-up. She had again layed out
clothing for me. She stared out my window while I changed. I knew I had reason 
to be quiet this morning. I had been the one played for the last few days. I 
held myself back from reaching out to her. I knew she wanted things out of 
this whole situation but at the moment I didn't want to be sympathetic. 
	The silence continued on the walk to the BMW and the drive to the 
Ramada. She walked in and pointed to the elevator bank. She pressed the button
for the top floor once we were both inside. We watched the numbers light up 
as the elevator brought me closer and closer to my destiny. 
	The doors opened and she stepped to the only room door on this floor. 
She opened the door for me, and stood aside looking at me. 
	"Good luck, Brother." she whispered softly as I walked by. 
	Inside there were 4 elderly gentlemen sitting across from one lone 
chair. Four pairs of intelligent eyes watched my every move as I approached 
them and sat down accross from them. 
	"Gentlemen"
	"Cocky little bastard!"




			A Master's Ring
			Chapter  6
			Consummation


-----In the end, isn't it all about sex?
	No. It's about trust.-----------------------------------------------------------


	That set the tempo for the last interview. 
	They dug and I laughed. Here I was facing four crotchy old men, and all I could 
think about was how much I would have given for any of them to be my grandfather. They 
chewed up one side of me and down the other.
	I enjoyed every second of it. 
	After about a half hour, they went to get themselves some beers and 
we watched SportsCenter for highlights of yesterday's baseball games. They 
were avid fans of the classic teams; Yankees, Dodgers, etc. I, myself, am 
a Mets fan not for any good reason but just because. 
	We pretty much spent the rest of the day like that. We ordered lunch, 
drank a bit (it was a bit early for drinking heavily according to one of them),
and I received a whole bunch of tips on how to treat Siblings. That started a
whole conversation about sexual technique that would have made the occupants 
of a female restroom blush. 
	At about 3 pm, they all stood up. 
	One of them went into the bedroom and came out holding a small velvet 
box. They all smiled at me kindly. 
	I could really get used to being treated like a the prodigal grandchild. 
	They simply handed the box to me, and filed out the door without a word. 
	Melisa walked in through the open door. 
	I looked at the box in my hand. 
	"No special secret ceremony?" I asked her. 
	She shook her head and replied, "You were always one of them. That's
what the Brothers believe. The ring is only a symbol, not of their acceptance
of you, but of your acknowledged status among them."
	I opened the box. 
	Inside rested a platinum man's ring. It had a flat face with what 
looked like an onyx set into it. The craftsmanship was extraordinary. Unlike 
Professor Ryan, this ring had no crest on it. It had etchings on both sides,
also unlike Dr. Ryan's. This ring had a fist holding a pair of manacles on 
each side. I asked Melisa about the difference. 
	"It's a Training ring. It says you haven't fully accepted your status 
yet. Most Siblings understand that while you are a Brother in every way that
counts, you are not yet ready to accept responsibility for them."
	"Who decides when I'm ready to take on responsibility for Siblings?"
I asked. 
	"You do."
	I nodded. 
	I put the ring on my left hand. 
	I stared out the window. 
	"Do you want to go out to celebrate?" she asked. "It's not everyday 
that an orphan finds he has some 2000 Brothers, and 20000 Siblings."
	She was smiling gently at me when I turned to look at her. Someday, 
I would like to see what that profile says about me. 
	"Where to?" I asked. 
	"Something Italian." she smiled wider. 
	Again, she had known what I was thinking. 
	Italian is my favorite food. 
	I smiled back at her, and walked with her to the elevator. 
	I sat quietly on the way to the restaurant she had picked out for us. 
It wasn't like the unfriendly quiet of the morning. I had a lot to think 
about, and had not been given the time to actually absorb any part of what 
had gone on. 
	At the restaurant, Melisa gave the matre'd my last name. 
	I looked at her. 
	She shrugged "Either a good-bye, or a celebration." 
	I nodded. 
	At the table, we looked through the menus making quick decisions. The 
waiter was a good one. He read us for what we were; made himself as scarce
as possible while keeping one eye on us in case we needed anything. 
	Melisa pulled an expensive black daily planner out of her purse and 
handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow looking down at it. 
	She sat quietly staring at me. 
	I opened it up to find a set of credit cards with my name engraved on 
them, a checkbook with a receipt of deposit in it, and a ring of keys. 
The credit cards were the best in their particular family; a platinum American
Express, and a gold Visa. The figure on the receipt of deposit made me do a 
double take and look up at Melisa questioningly. One set of keys were obviously
housekeys, the other set were just as obviously BMW keys. 
	I closed the planner and put it down on the table. I sat back and 
just stared at Melisa. 
	"How?" I asked her. 
	She smiled a smug, secretive smile.
	"2000 Brothers and 20000 Siblings. Some of the most stable, ambitious 
people in the world, David."
	"Why?"
	She laughed.
	"If you had a little brother and had the money, would you? If you had 
a lover? For a son? A grandson?"
	I nodded. 
	She continued, "The Siblings have based much of their stability on the
Brothers of the Society, David. We would give anything to keep that part of 
our life constant. People pay thousands for therapy, we do the same."
	"That's a pretty hefty sum."
	She shrugged, "My mother was much more successful than my father. But 
she relaxed when he was in the same room as her. She could be faced with 
the worst of her professional fears and he .."
	She shrugged again. 
	"Plus it's an investment. Anybody that the Brothers will accept will 
force success out of the world around them."
	"I still don't understand."
	She sighed, "Most of the Siblings have never been with a Brother, so 
it's not about sex David. It's about taking a plane to the home of a Brother, 
and being accepted into his/her protection for however long you want. For Siblings,
there's always somewhere safe. There's always a home. We all do it for 
different reasons but that one. That one is worth almost everything else we 
do for the Brothers. As for the Brothers, most people give to charities. The Brothers 
give to future Brothers. Money much better spent in my opinion.  Tey make sure that 
future Brothers have the means at their disposal to do whatever they want."
	"I could just sit on this." I said pointing at the planner. 
	"Why didn't you ask for a crest immediately?" 
	I stared at her. 	
	"I can't deny it to you. 20000 Siblings at your disposal if you wear
a crest. All you have to do is ask."
	I sat quietly. 
	"I won't deny you." 
	I nodded. 
	"Think about it. How many men after everything I've done the last 
couple of days, wouldn't have me naked and beneath them in that hotel room?"
	She stared at me. 
	"The Brothers don't make mistakes like that, David. Everything in there
is your due. We know you'll use it to get what you want from the world and when
the time comes you will gladly give to a future Brother his due also."
	The waiter came by with our food interrupting our conversation. 
	We ate in silence as I absorbed how completely my situation had 
changed. Behind the door of Brotherhood were a dozen other doors that they 
held open for me. As I ate, I looked through each one carefully inside my mind.
At the end of my investigation little in my future plans had changed. My life 
plan was still what I wanted. The only change was that now I could afford it. 
	Melisa filled the air with talk of her sorority. She wanted me to go 
to the semi-formal with her next week. I nodded acceptance absentmindedly. I 
could feel the mental ground beneath my feet quickly solidifying. Decisions 
on what do and what not to do were being made as rapidly as the questions 
presented themselves. 
	"The house keys?" I asked Melisa. 
	"It's to Sheryl's place." 
	"Sheryl?"
	"The Sibling that was with Dr. Ryan." 
	"Oh." I said. 
	"Be careful with her if you move in before June."
	"Why?" I asked. 
	"She wants Dr. Ryan's crest, but has not decided yet." 
	"What?"	
	"A Sibling can be crested by a Brother which means she's only available
to that Brother. She belongs to him. It's a Sibling's decision. A Brother can 
ask, but that's it. On the other hand no Brother  can actually deny a Sibling if 
they decide they want to wear a Brother's crest. Most don't do it. But it has 
happened."
	I nodded curiously. 
	"Anyway Sheryl wants Dr. Ryan's crest, but has not asked for it yet." 
	"I'm confused. She wants it but hasn't asked. But you say she doesn't have to 
ask." I said. 
	"That's okay so she's just as confused. She wasn't raised as a Sibling and 
has only been accepted as one for a few months. That's why you have to be careful." 
Melisa replied smiling brightly. 
	"Okay, that makes it all better." I replied almost sarcastically. 
	"Be nice." 
	"So I can move in anytime."
	She nodded. 
	I decided against that. My life was in for some turmoil but it was 
better to put as much of it off until after finals. The summer would give 
me plenty of my own time to deal with the new situations in my life. I was better
off staying in the dorm until the end of summer. 
	The rest of the meal went smoothly from there. We sat and talked 
about little things in each other's life. It was 6:30 before we decided 
to leave. 
	She drove us to Sheryl's house to show me where it was. I wanted to 
see the inside so I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. She followed 
behind me. I opened the door and stepped inside. It was clean, very nicely 
set up. I was in a hallway that had steps to the second floor directly in front
of me, down the hallway I could see the kitchen, to the right I saw a set 
of sliding doors to what must be the living room. 
	I heard steps upstairs. I waited by the front door patiently. 
The first thing I saw coming down the steps were well-formed muscular thighs
in what seemed to be a short nightie. I recognized the hair framing an 
attractive face. Two steps from the bottom, she stopped to study me. She 
gave me a thorough once over clearly noticing the new ring on my left 
hand. She looked behind me, I could feel Melisa nod to her. 
	"Hi, I'm Sheryl." she said to me in sincere politeness. 
	"Hello. David." I replied. 
	She just stared at me uncomfortably. 
	I smiled at her trying to relax her. She had a pristine complexion without
looking like a porcelain doll. 
	I was at a loss for words. When  I could see the white ring on her right hand, 
I relaxed. 
	I smiled at her again. 
	I looked behind to Melisa.
	"Have you been here before?" I asked. 
	She nodded. 
	"Would you give me a guided tour?" I looked to Sheryl smiling, "Unless 
you want to?"
	She smiled back and pointed toward the sliding doors. She came to the 
bottom of the steps. I noticed she was about an inch taller than me. This would 
normally have annoyed me. I don't like women that are in that one to two inch 
taller than me range. It has nothing to do with a height complex, it's just 
uncomfortable for me. With Sheryl, I guess her interest in Dr. Ryan put her in a 
zone where her height didn't matter so I wasn't uncomfortable. 
	She pushed the door aside and motioned me into the living room. The 
first thing I noticed was the TV. It was huge. The room had obviously been
decorated by a female. The colors were diffused bright ones. The furniture had 
obviously been chosen for comfort without sparing expense. Or at least someone 
hadn't been looking at the balance owed when they bought it. There was one of 
those massive system of couches that people only see in furniture stores. The 
kind that is L-shaped and comes in 5 pieces. The living room itself was much larger
than what it seemed from outside. To my left, back towards the front of the house, 
was a set of glass and wooden doors. I looked at Sheryl, nodded towards the doors 
and raised an eyebrow. 
	She smiled. 
	I noticed Melisa started smiling after she saw my gesture. 
	I got the feeling something had clicked in my folder. 
	I walked to the doors. I admired the woodwork. I could swear the wooden
parts of the door were oak. I opened both doors at the same time and looked into 
the room. 
	How far my situation had come in the last few days struck me with one 
glance inside?
	I looked back at the women. 
	Sheryl was having a hard time containing laughter. Melisa tried to look 
innocent. It would have worked much better if she had learned how to take the 
smug look out of her eyes.
	The room was about 15 feet by 20 feet, with about 12 foot ceilings. The 
dimensions of the house were becoming an astonishment to me. Whoever had 
designed had kept the corridors as narrow as possible to give the most possible 
space to the rooms. The furniture in the room was to my dream taste. Everything 
was obviously expensive wood. I could see the bed was definitely oak. Only oak 
gives something that look of solidity. It had a natural dark brown wood finish to 
it; large without being imposing. 
	There was a large drawer set, and one bureau taking up the space across 
the bed. The hardwood floor had obviously been newly placed in. All different 
types of dried flowers and gargoyle faces liberally decorated the walls. I walked 
to the middle of the room at the foot of the bed and enjoyed the atmosphere. 
The room was spartan in its decoration. All in all, there was only the bed, the 
drawer set, the bureau, flowers and gargoyles furnishing the room but everything
spoke of intimate knowledge of things I had caressed in stores. 
	I stood in the middle of the room for a good five minutes.
	I turned around to see Melisa and Sheryl leaning on either side of the 
doorway. I stood staring at both of them. I smiled at Sheryl as I walked to 
about a yard in front of Melisa. I just looked at her for a moment. 
	At 5 foot 1, she was five inches shorter than me. I had always considered 
this my absolutely favorite height for a woman. The layered blonde hair, two 
shades from platinum. The green eyes so striking in a blonde. 
	She wasn't actually my type. Which made my attraction to her, to some 
extent, amazing to me. While she was the right height, she was too small for 
my normal tastes. I'm short for a guy at 5'6 but my build makes me look much larger
so I dwarfed her as far as size was concerned. I prefered much more solid females. 
	I stared at her wondering where she would take me in all of this.  
	I saw Sheryl close the door on her side, move through the living room, and 
slide the doors closed. I looked up at her as the doors were about to completely 
separate us. She winked at me, nodded and finished closing the doors. 
	I looked back at Melisa. She was smiling again. That smug little smile 
I was becoming used to. I knew to a great extent she was planning my life out for me,
normally this would have had me scratching at walls. I looked down deep into green
eyes. I could see trust and a few things I admitted to myself I was not prepared 
to acknowledge. 
	Yet. 
	I wondered at it. She willingly admitted that she had been waiting for me. 
Planning much of this. Probably planning her life with me. Would I somehow 
disappoint her expectations? 
	Not yet. 
	Hopefully never. 
	I reached up to stroke her face with my hand. 
	Here was acceptance of things, we kept hidden from the rest of the world. 
For now that had to be enough. 
	I reached down to kiss her lips. She kissed back. A small kiss. Holding in 
it a promise of what was to come for now. And more; what was to come tommorow, and 
every day after it. 
	I stopped stroking her face, reached down to take her ring hand. I looked at 
the ring knowing she would wear my crest on it when I was ready to face every 
promise in her eyes.
	I turned around and led her to the bed. 
	I stopped a yard from it, and pulled her in front of me. I looked down at 
her waiting. 
	"One promise at a time, Sibling." I said to her quietly. 
	She nodded up to me. I could see the thin sheen of tears in her eyes. 
	"One promise at a time." I thought to myself. 
	I walked forward into her, until she backed up with the back of her legs 
up against the bed. I kept moving forward, until she fell back onto the bed. I 
stood there with her legs between mine. I looked down at her. Her body was the
picture of symmetry. I got on the bed, with my knees on either side of her waist.
I straddled her. 
	She reached up to run her hands down my abdomen, and scratch her nails down
my slacks. I felt myself harden inside them. 
	Mine. 
	All mine. 
	I took her hands in mine, and pulled her up to me into a sitting position. 
This managed to get most of her body on the bed. Her face was below my chest. 
She looked up at me. I smiled down at her. Two nights ago, I had taken control of 
the seduction. 
	Now, I was exerted it. 
	Her eyes spoke of trust, and expectation. 
	I unbuttoned my shirt; removed it. She reached up and used her nails along my 
chest. I reached down and pulled the t-shirt over my head. She kept at work with 
her nails, harder this time. Expectation slowly being taken over by desire; need. 
She moved her head forward to score my stomach with her teeth. 
	I unbelted my slacks, undid the button and zipper. Her hands reached inside
the opening, widening it. I reached back behind myself; took off my shoes and 
socks. I had to lean back to do this. She seized the opportunity to use her nails 
on my chest again. Leaning forward, she  used her teeth on me on the muscle 
right beneath my bellybutton. I pushed my hips toward her in reaction. 
	She stopped. 
	She leaned back on her hands, looked to me with darkened eyes. I could 
see the passion begin to flood her senses. I straightened up and pushed my briefs 
and slacks down my thighs. Keeping eye contact, I raised first one knee and then
the other forcing my pants and briefs onto my calves. I straightened up, back on my 
knees. I stared at her. She studied me as she had on the morning of the first 
interviews. This time I felt no embarrassment. 
	She sat up and moved to where her lips where inches from my abdomen. 
I felt my dick make intermittent contact with the skin on her neck and shoulders. 
She pushed herself forward, tried to reach around me to push what left of clothes 
off my body. I took over the responsibility, pushing my slacks, and briefs  onto the 
floor next to the bed. 
	She straightened up again. She was staring at my body from up close. She 
reached out to stroke whatever part of my body caught momentary fascination. 
Finally, she stroked down from my chest, staring up at me, down my stomach, between
my hips. She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick, using the left to 
caress my ball sac. I felt my dick jerk at her touch. She let go to run her nails 
down my thighs and lie back on the bed. She carefully placed her hands above her 
head crossing them at the wrists. 
	I looked down at her, wondering where to begin, buying myself time to 
regain control. Every part of my body wanted to take, and take. The look in her 
eyes now, urged me on to do exactly that. A small part behind my eyes somewhere 
kept yelling a motto for control. I didn't want to take, I wanted to conquer.
The voice behind my eyes kept up the litany. 
	Control. 
	Control. 
	Finally, I could feel my breathing slow down. I could feel my body rev down
from the sexual peak. Melisa looked up at me, disappointment was there in her eyes,
but in the depths..
	Respect and joy. 
	One promise at a time.  
	I reached down to unbutton the top part of her suit. 
	"This must be getting uncomfortable." I said to her. 
	She smiled at me stretching. 
	I spread the unbuttoned top, and started to pull the blouse out from the 
skirt. When I had pulled the front out completely, she sat up again. I reached
underneath the suit top at the shoulders and pushed it down and off her arms. 
I tossed it towards where my own clothes rested on the floor. I reached down to 
the waist of her blouse and started to pull that off her body. She extended her 
arms above her head to help. As soon, as the blouse was no longer on her body she
lay back again. 
	She was a wearing a powder blue bra. 
	I have a thing for colored underwear. 
	I reached down to run a lone fingerpad along her stomach wall, up to and 
along the exposed parts of her breasts. I used the same finger to run circles on 
her neck. Finally, I placed it gently on her lips only to lean forward to replace 
it with my own lips. It was the deepest kiss we had shared thus far. It whispered 
of every promise I could read in her eyes. 
	I pulled up on it. I stared into her eyes, using my fingers to trace 
the bone structure of her face. I reached down again, open-mouthed to taste her lips
with my tongue. She opened her mouth, allowing my tongue access to taste hers. I 
stayed for a time; kissing, tasting, sharing. We had time, and I meant to drink 
long and deep of this woman. 
	As we continued kissing, I reached above her head to place my left hand
above her head for balance instead of leaning on both hands. With my right, I 
began to investigate the body being offered to me. I only used my fingerpads to 
touch her. I ran them along her left side and across her stomach. I stopped to 
circle her bellybutton with one fingerpad, I finished the run across her stomach. 
I went lower to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from right to left 
and back again along skin and skirt. I ran as much of my hand as I could contact 
with her skin back to her left side, and ran the hand up her left front until 
I was cupping the bottom of her left breast with my thumb and index finger 
paranthesing her nipple. I squeezed as gently as I could pulling her breast towards
me at the same time. I opened my hand releasing her breast. I ran my palm across
the point of her breast. I circled my palm on the point of her breast. 
	I replaced my left hand with my right hand as my balancing point. 
	I continued kissing her. With my left hand this time, I ran my fingerpads 
down her side and across her stomach. Again, I circled her bellybutton with a lone
fingerpad. I finished the run across to the left side of her body. I went lower, 
again, to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from left to right and 
back again. I ran as much of my hand as I could touch her skin with with back 
to her right side. I ran my palm up and cupped the bottom of her right breast this 
time. Again, I squeezed gently, and pulled her breast towards my body. I opened 
the hand releasing her breast. I ran the palm across the point of her breast, and
finished the motions with palm circles. 
	I ran the hand up her neck, over face to her hair, and circled her wrist. 
I took my right hand and grabbed her other wrist. I lay down on top of her, somehow
I managed to deepen the kisses. A sense of urgency entered them that had not been 
present before this moment. 
	I took some of my weight off her. I broke the kiss to taste her neck with 
small touches of my tongue.  I placed my teeth carefully at the juncture of neck
and shoulder and gently began to apply pressure; increasing it slowly. 
	She arched her back until the head of my dick contacted with her lower 
stomach. She must have felt the pressure because she pushed herself up in that
area to make more contact. I held her in place with my teeth, lowering my weight
to force her back down on the bed. 
	I bit my way down to her shoulder. I pulled my head back and went back down
again to hold her; biting her at the juncture of chin and neck. 
	I sat up, and held myself from putting weight on her. I stared down at 
her closed eyes. I could see she was breathing a little harder now. I started 
running my hands back and forth on her stomach slowly. I let my own breath slow 
down to a more normal pace. 
	Up and down, a steady rhythm until consummation and if she went over 
the top too soon, then I'd wait for her to rise again. 
	I smiled down at her. 
	Mine. 
	I put both hands at her side and pulled to signal I wanted her to sit up. 
She did. I reached behind her to undo the bra. She raised her hands away from my 
hips where she had put them to hold her balance, and held them above her head 
again. I slid the straps off her arms. I used my hips to push forward into her, 
she took the message and lay back down. I tossed the bra aside, and went back to 
running my hands around her upper body. I concentrated this time to keep  her 
nipples as the center of my touching. I didn't make contact with them but I kept 
the motions heading towards them, or circling around them. Finally, I used on 
finger to circle as close to the extended portion of her nipple without actually
touching it. I gave the other nipple the same treatment. 
	I lowered my head down to touch my tongue to her right nipple. I reached 
to the right and touched her left nipple with my tongue also. I sat back up again, 
and continued just touching her skin with my hands with the nipples as the
untouched center of attention. She began to wriggle from side to side with the 
occasional pushing up at the chest trying to get me to touch her nipples. 
Her nipples were exactly the kind I preferred. I started circling both without 
actually touching, making a careful study. The actual nipple didn't jut out very
far and wasn't very large. I had never found large nipples attractive, so I shouldn't
have been surprised. Melisa was tailor made for my more obvious preferences and 
everything about her that wasn't to my taste wasn't to my dislike, just in a 
different direction. Like having green eyes, instead of my preferred blue; it 
was just different and not at all unpleasant. 
	I reached down to take her right nipple in my mouth and applied a small 
amount of suction while running my tongue across it. I stopped and performed the 
same action to her left nipple.   
	Her breath exploded out of her lungs. Her hands reached up to grab hair, 
she used the grip to pull me up to her face. She took control for just enough 
time to demand a kiss. I gave it to her. Our tongues touched. Tasted. She pushed 
her body up to me by the simple expedient of putting her feet on the bed to push
, and using my hair to pull her self up. 
 	"Enough, David." she whispered sinking her teeth into my shoulder. 
	I couldn't agree more. I reached behind her to undo her skirt. I sat up. 
She lay down and lifted her hips from the bed. I stepped off the bed, I undid the 
zipper at the back of the skirt; opening it up. I grabbed skirt and panties at her 
hips and started to pull them off her legs. 
	At mid-thigh, I pulled her legs up in front of me, and knelt back on the 
bed. I walked on my knees until my dick made contact with the skin at the back of 
her thighs. I let go off of her clothing to run my hands down the side of her 
what was exposed of her thighs, down to her hips, to take a grip on waist. I used 
that grip to pull her body closer to me. I ran my hands back onto her hips, up 
her thighs, and kept moving upward pushing panties and skirt off her thighs, up 
to her knees, along her calves, and off her feet. The clothes fell next to her as 
I ran my hands back down on the outside of her legs. I kept the pressure of my
hands pushing inwards to keep legs together. I knelt up fully, and let go of her 
legs. She dropped them one on either side of me, until they got to my hips. There
she pulled them into my hips and used them to guide her slide down to where she 
could wrap her legs around my thighs at her knees. She lay there spread before me
with one leg wrapped around each of my thighs. She was breathing faster now, and 
I could feel my own, almost painful pace of filling and emptying lungs. 
	"Fuck" I cursed.
	She opened her green eyes to look at my face. I must have looked angry and 
lost at the same time. 
	She laughed and used my thighs as an anchor to sit herself up to take a 
grip of both my sides with her hands. She pulled me down on top of her. 
	"Pill" she said laughing gloriously at me as she moved her hands to pull 
my lips to where I could be kissed. 
	I was at the edge of control and surrendered to it. I took charge of the 
kiss as soon as our lips contacted. I wanted and was tired of waiting. I reached 
my right hand down underneath her thigh and pulled her leg up to encircle my hip. 
She followed suit with her right leg by her own. I felt her hand chase down my 
side, between our stomachs to take a grip on my dick. 
	I felt her hand trying to guide me to her. I felt the head of my dick 
butt into moisture. Her entire body spasmed and she bumped my forehead with 
hers. Neither of us reacted to it, she lost in the contact's pleasure, me in 
the in-between breath of waiting. She gained control again, and guided my dick 
back to her, I felt a softer touch of moisture this time. I could feel the 
tip of my dick opening her for me. I pushed my hips forward forcing myself inside
her. I felt the encircling of the head of my hard-on with moist velvet pressure. 
I pulled my head back, and took a deep intake of breath in search of a semblance of
control. 
	Melisa had different ideas. She let go of my dick, to place both hands 
on my hips; I felt her try to use her legs to pull deeper inside her. 
	The deep breath had helped though. I held myself just inside her. When 
she tried to pull me down, I pushed my hips away to keep the depth I was seated 
inside her constant. She dug her nails into my hips in protest. 
	She released the pressure of her legs, and sank her hips back onto the 
bed. I followed her, again keeping just the head of my hard-on inside her. When her 
mid-torso was fully on the bed, I spread my left knee a little to the side, widening
my stance. I reached my left hand over her head for balance, and pushed my right 
hand beneath her to just below her lower back. 
	With this, I began to use my leverage to push myself deeper inside her at 
a torturously slow pace. I went as deep into her as I could at that angle. I pulled
my hand from her lower back, to her hip. I reached down to kiss her. She kissed me
back with an open-mouth reaching her tongue out and into my mouth. She reached 
to grab my waist with both hands. She used that hold to hitch her hips up and towards 
her head seating me completely inside her. 
	The motion and added depth snapped my control.
	I pulled back and thrust in hard.
	Two more frantic thrusts and... 
	I felt her arching her back and reaching her hands onto the sides of 
my chest to dig and scratch at me in reaction. 
	I pulled back and thrust again. 
	Her own control snapped. I felt a flood of wetness on my dick; a sudden 
increase in heat. She pulled me down fully on top of her and bit just into
the soft spot between shoulder and chest painfully. 
	The pain snapped my control back into place. I could still feel the 
maddening pressure from my dick, but my mind had cleared. I thrust deep into her 
again, forcing another spasm, but this time I held myself deep inside her. I 
dug my hips into her, and circled them. 
	I stopped and held. 
	She came down off the high quickly. I pulled myself almost completely out 
and began a controlled thrust inside her. I could feel a minute increase in the 
pressure from my dick. I held at depth letting the minute increase subside; when it did
I pulled myself almost completely out again and began the same controlled thrust. 
	I kept this up until I felt her breathing spike again. She began to move 
her hips in circular motion trying to spike my own pleasure. I smiled to myself. 
The motion was increasing the inward pressure produced by each thrust on my body, 
the holding at the depth of her wasn't quite reducing the pleasure enough. 
	I felt myself dancing closer and closer to the edge. 
	Her breathing started becoming more and more laborous, and the motion of
her hips more pronounced. I could feel the pressure at my dick increasing; the 
thrust into her became less controlled as I began to react to the pressure by 
applying more power to each stroke. 
	She stopped the circular motion and started to try to match my thrusting. 
We weren't synchronized, but that made it worse. She would shorten some of my 
thrusts by meeting me beyond the halfway point. Other times, she would lengthen the
thrust by pulling back from me. 
	Control snapped again.
	I laid my chest on top of hers. I reached my hands underneath her to 
cup her ass. I used the hold to keep her pussy in place, as I started to thrust
desperately in and out of her. I felt her hands reaching to my back as her breath
starting coming in heated pants. 
	She drove her nails into my back.
	I started thrusting faster and harder; I could feel the edge. I held her
ass harder as the pace increased even more. 
	It started. 
	I felt my stomach contract as in the last thrust I came inside her. 
	I placed my face into her neck, and bit her. I grinded my hips into her 
as the orgasm exploded through me, and into her. 
	I felt her gasp and spasm around me as my mid-orgasm motion took her over 
the top. I wanted to stop moving but the pleasure from my sensitized dick was too 
much, I kept grinding making small thrusts. I felt her spasm yet again. 
	All motion stopped as suddenly as the last drive over the edge started. 
	I lay on top her with my hands underneath her body, joined at the hips. I could
hear her whispering to me; I still don't know what. I could feel her running her 
hands up and down my back: I could feel her breath slowing down as it blew onto my 
ear. 
	I sat up onto my knees, using my hands beneath her to pull her up to me. 
She gasped and held onto me tightly. I had felt myself settling and didn't 
want to be on top of her, but didn't want to break contact either. I aligned myself 
with the length of the bed and carefully brought my legs around so that I was sitting 
down with her sitting straddled on my lap. Somewhere in the time after orgasm and
my beginning to settle I had quietly slipped out of her. I lay back pulling her 
down on top of me. 
	She came easily with one knee on each side of my hips. She looked at me 
for a moment before we started to softly kiss again. After a few more minutes, I 
could feel her wriggling in discomfort at the position. She kissed me one last time
and sat up making straddling  my hips much more comfortably. She ran her nails  
on my stomach in the same motions I had used on her sometime ago. 
	Her hair perfectly framed her face as she concentrated on keeping contact
with only her nails on my skin. 
	She looked down at me with a smug smile, I could see green flashes of humor 
in the depth of her eyes. 
	The door opened up and Sheryl peeked inside. 
	Melisa looked over and waved at her. 
	Sheryl walked into the room, nonchalantly walked up and knelt onto the 
bed. She crawled up to where she was positioned next to Melisa. 
	She looked down at me. I smiled at her exhaustedly. She gave me the 
exact same smug smile Melisa had just given me. She reached up to turn Melisa's 
face towards her own. She stared deeply into Melisa's eyes for a moment. She looked
down at me and nodded. She turned back to Melisa, she took her other hand and pushed 
Melisa's hair back and away from her face. With her hands framing Melisa's face, 
Sheryl pulled her into a deep kiss. 
	I stared up at them curiously. I could feel my body stirring interestedly
but I knew Sheryl was off-limits. I watched as the kiss deepened and then deepened
some more. 
	They broke the kiss only to look at each other, completely ignoring me. 
Something I didn't know was going on here, but I didn't want to interrupt their
moment by asking what. Sheryl gently stroked Melisa's face. She sat back on
her heels. 
	She looked down at me saying "I guessed you like your new room, huh?"
	Melisa and I looked at her and started laughing. 

	










