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 Best Girl by BJohn
   Chapters 6 - 10
   Chapter 6
   SEAN (Monday 5/1)
   Eileen's doctor appointment was at 2:00 so we had plenty of time.  We
spent the morning sorting her clothes, some of the baby clothes and "stuff"
(Bridget claimed a couple teething rings and rattles.  _"Gotta have some
spare skull-thumpers."_).  One of the mysteries of life: how did baby
clothes end up under the sofa?  Do they reproduce like empty coat hangers?
   I wouldn't let them talk much about "The Book" until they'd studied it
all; 80% of the understanding was tying the pieces together into a whole.
   We had a late lunch, stuffed everyone in the Beemer and headed to the
doctor's office.
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   EILEEN
   Bridget and I eyeballed the cracks in my ribs, wrist and cheek.  They
looked pretty much filled in; we shall see.
   Bridget got a final nursing before I was called in; I left her in the
waiting room to protect Sean.  Every woman in the waiting room had looked
him over, arranged her legs and bosom for the best effect and eyed him. 
Elaine, the receptionist, had looked directly at his left hand (no rings),
leaned well forward (lots of nice cleavage) and asked, "How may I help
*you*, Sir?"
   Sean didn't blink an eye.  He looked right down her top, admired, and
told her, "By being the best you can be.  And from the looks of the area,
that's really good."
   Guess there's a Sean fan club as well as a Bridget fan club.  *I* was
sure one of the cheerleaders.
   Dr.  Sayes looked at me and smiled.  "Looks a lot better than Wednesday
morning."
   As far as I could tell, most of the bruises had faded to a dim sickly
yellow.  We didn't bother with one of those stupid gowns; I just stripped
right down to the cast and the rib support.
   She looked me over, poked a few of the bruises and asked, "Pain when I
push?" None, unless she tried to push her finger through me.
   She worked the right wrist around; there were a few twinges at the far
ends of the movement.  She told me, "Good.  So far, everything's as I'd
hoped.  Take it easy with the wrist, don't pick up anything heavy for a
while and don't hit anyone.  Let's look at the left wrist."
   She had me work the wrist inside the cast as best I could; there was
some pain but one hell of a lot less than several days ago.  She glanced at
the fingertips and made sure I could feel with them.  "Doesn't appear to be
any nerve damage.  We may revisit that a bit later."
   She pressed over the crack in my cheek a couple times.  There was a hint
of pain but mainly from the pressure on my skin.  No problemo.
   She got behind me, wrapped her arms around my ribs and started
squeezing. "Tell me when it hurts." She got up to what felt like a solid
squeeze when the ribs started whispering to me.
   She looked pleased.  "Great.  Let's take this thing off and see what
we've got." She started unhooking, untying and unbuckling.  "Your back will
feel a little weak at first; the brace has done all the work for several
days now, and the muscles have probably atrophied a little."
   She got the last of it off; yeh, it felt weak.  Nana had told me about
wearing a girdle; it must have felt just as good to take one of those off.
   "Slowly, take as deep a breath as you can.  Stop and let me know right
away if it hurts."
   Around three-quarters of the way, my back started hurting a little.  I
told her, "Not in the ribs, but the back muscles hurt some."
   "To be expected.  Try to ignore the back and let's see how the ribs
themselves behave."
   I could get almost an entire expansion in before a twinge.  She said,
"Great!  Excellent!  Very well done!  Since that seems so good, let's look
at your left wrist again.  The cracks there were much smaller than the
ribs."
   She had me put on a gown this time.  "Plaster dust.  This'll feel
funny." She used an electric tool with a round blade that vibrated.  I
could feel it against the skin and it did feel funny.
   She gently broke the cast apart and unwrapped the fingers.
   "Work the wrist around and try to flex the fingers."
   Everything moved fine.  At the end of the movement, there was more pain
than with the right wrist but quite tolerable.  The fingers had no pain at
all.
   She probed the wrist with her fingers; only a touch of pain when she
pressed really firmly.  She said, "Yes!  You've done great!  We'll leave
that off too."
   She got a solution of some sort and washed off the left wrist, hand and
around my ribs where the support had been.  Good; I'd smelled myself the
moment it came off.
   "If you've got a Jacuzzi or even a hot bath, go ahead and soak as much
as you want.  It'll relax all the muscles and speed up the final healing.
Good on ya, girl!  You've done good.
   "Now, physically you're doing great.  How's the head doing?"
   I told her, "Pretty damned good.  It was hard seeing Frank at the
morgue, but that's over now.  My, em, cousin is taking care of Bridget and
me."
   She smiled, "Good.  Speaking of Bridget, how's she doing?"
   "Just fine.  She's out in the waiting room now."
   She grinned.  "With your, em, cousin?"
   I laughed.  "Yeh, my, em, cousin.  Wanna see her?"
   "Of course!  While I'm not the pediatrician, I don't mind taking a look
at a beautiful baby.  Go ahead and get dressed; we're done with the
physical part."
   She picked up the phone.  "Elaine, would you send in Bridget McLennan
with Eileen's, em, cousin." I could hear the smile.
   I'd gotten so used to getting my clothes on with _touches_ I had to
think about doing it manually.  I cheated; when Dr.  Sayes' back was
turned, I whipped everything on in about thirty seconds.
   I heard Elaine's voice outside the door, "In here, Sir." She was
dripping honey.
   Sean came in holding Bridget and the boogie bag.  Dr.  Sayes looked at
him, laughed and asked, "Good Lord, Sean, don't tell me you lost your hat?"
   Sean grinned at her.  "It's hanging in the waiting room.  Bridget kept
wanting to try out her second tooth on it." Bridget opened her mouth wide
and proudly showed us *two* teeth on the bottom.  No wonder my boobs had
hurt earlier!
   Dr.  Sayes looked at me.  "Sean worked with my brother-in-law for
several months.  Took him from the edge of bankruptcy to well on the way to
total solvency.  Is this your, *em*, cousin?"
   I laughed.  "Dayum, Sean, is there anyone in this town you don't know?
We think he's probably a distant relation of some sort, so cousin's good
enough.  He *is* Bridget's godfather."
   Dr.  Sayes said, "Well, great!  By the way, there may be two people in
Altadena he doesn't know; I saw them moving in this morning.  Let's see
this beautiful baby."
   Sean put Bridget right on her shoulder.  Bridget gave Dr.  Sayes her
best shtick with neck hugs, burbles, coos and wobbly kisses.  More goo on a
floor.
   Dr.  Sayes' eyes were suspiciously moist.  "Seems pretty alert." She
poked at Bridget's tummy, looked in her eyes and said, "Hmm.  Looks like a
baby to me."
   She told me, "Sit," and handed Bridget to me.  "Take it easy carrying
her around for the next couple days; that back's still a little weak and I
wouldn't trust the wrists or left fingers completely.  Besides, isn't that
what godfathers are for?"
   She asked me, "I've got Frank's autopsy results.  You want to hear?"
   I told her, "Yes." I had the nagging idea we'd killed him when we'd
smashed his head on the floor.
   She looked directly at Sean then back at me.  I told her, "He should be
here, too.  He's involved in all of it."
   She nodded and said, "Fine.  Let's go to the office." She led us into
her office; we sat down in front of her desk.
   She pulled a couple folders from the file cabinet and sat down.  She
looked right at me and didn't flicker her eyes around a bit.  "Before we
get into that, let's talk about sex.  No missionary position for at least
another week because of the ribs.  Woman superior and on the side or from
the back is fine.  Keep pressure off the wrists; that means take care with
leaning forward while you're on top.  No hands-and-knees -- go with elbows
and knees.  Watch the fingers for a while.  Take it easy, Eileen; you need
to heal up well."
   Bridget piped up, _"Go, Mom!  We're back in the saddle again!"_
   Devil-child!  And not the greatest Roy Rodgers I'd ever heard, either. I
knew my face was a little warm; Sean appeared to be studying Dr.  Sayes'
wall of certificates.
   Dr.  Sayes continued.  "Okay, let's talk about Frank.  First, you stated
in the police report Frank said he had low sperm count and couldn't have
children.  Well, for what it's worth, there's absolutely nothing in his
medical record to back that up.  No conversation notes, no tests.  These
records I have here go back about fifteen years.
   "Bridget's blood type matches you two as parents.  Still, if there's any
doubt, we can do a DNA test.  What do you think?"
   I looked at Sean.  He shrugged cautiously.  "There's still a sister we
don't know about.  We might do one just for conclusive proof one way or
another."
   I agreed.  Dr.  Sayes said, "We've got plenty of DNA samples from Frank;
we just need one from you and Bridget here.  It'll be an oral swab so
shouldn't hurt a bit."
   Sean laughed.  "If it's near her mouth, she'll yank it in."
   Bridget told him, _"Then you'd better watch what you let get near my
mouth, Lover Boy.  And remember, I use teeth on *everything*." Leer._
   We choked back laughter; I think we were successful.
   Dr.  Sayes got out an envelope with stuff in it and opened it up.  She
pulled a long swab out of a plastic or glass tube and waved it in front of
Bridget.  "I need to put this between your gums and your cheek for a
little. Is that okay, honey?"
   Bridget promptly opened wide and waited.  Dr.  Sayes carefully put in
the swab and scrubbed it a little in and out.  She pulled it out, dropped
it in the tube and capped it.  She scribbled a few things on some tags,
stuffed it all back in the envelope and set it aside.
   She told Bridget, "That was wonderful, sweetheart!  You did great."
   She collect a swab-sample from me, too.  She told Sean and me, "It'll
take a couple weeks since it's low priority.  If you need it faster, we
could get it but it costs a lot more."
   Sean said, "Just leave it as it is.  If we need them faster, we'll pump
in some pesos."
   Dr.  Sayes said, "Fine.  Now, back to Frank.  First, the blood alcohol
was some three times the legal limit so he was, as it is said, drunk as a
skunk.  The body had assorted abrasions, cuts and contusions consistent
with minor falls and bumps.
   "The back of the head had a larger wound.  However, there was no crack
in the skull, and the brain inside wasn't bruised from it.  While he may
have gone unconscious for a while from that spill he took, there is no
possibility it was the cause of death.  You neither killed him nor
contributed in any way to his death, Eileen."
   God, that was a load off.
   "Okay.  Eileen, did Frank complain of headaches?"
   "Yeh.  Almost all the time.  It seemed he was continuously popping
aspirin or Tylenol."
   "All right.  When is the first time you can remember when that 'almost
all the time' started?"
   I thought a while.  I wasn't sure what was coming, but was sure I
probably wouldn't like it.  "A couple months after we were married.  A
month or so after 'we' got pregnant.  It was the same time he seemed to
change and got cold and withdrawn.  I know I asked him several times over
the next couple months to come see you about them."
   She didn't even look at the folder.  "The last time I saw Frank was for
the pre-nuptial physical.  He never came in after that."
   She took a deep breath.  I knew something was coming so I clamped down
hard on Sean's hand.
   Dr.  Sayes told us, "The cause of Frank's death was a brain tumor.  It
probably started out very small, but by the time of the autopsy the main
body was almost two inches across.
   "The tumor's growth put pressure on the brain over time plus destroying
brain tissue.  Its main location was in the area associated with cognitive
functioning and had tendrils spread throughout a large area.  That
particular type of benign tumor can shrink and swell significantly within a
couple hours so his functioning probably came and went while he
deteriorated over all.
   "With something that size, the pressure on the brain was tremendous and
so must have been the pain.  I surmise when the aspirin didn't help any
more, the alcohol did -- or a least he didn't feel it so much then.
   "You last saw him early Wednesday morning; the Coroner puts the time of
death well into Wednesday evening or Thursday morning.  Even the fall he
took in your apartment didn't contribute; his time just ran out and enough
brain functions were destroyed so his body died.
   "You said he disappeared a lot; the last time actually for four days
straight.  I've done some research; even murderers, rapists and other
sociopaths often try to control themselves.  I think Frank was aware he was
operating below capacity and was trying to protect you by staying away
while it was really bad.
   "Assuming the police report you gave was pretty complete, I've got a
theory or opinion on what was going on.  With the tumor spreading, Frank
was fading in and out of conscious control of his body and emotions.  He
had enough control that he'd disappear when things got bad just to protect
you and Bridget.
   "If you had a bad cold or the flu would you kiss and cuddle Bridget a
lot?  Probably not; you love her enough to protect her and stay away from
her.  Frank was that way too; he disappeared whenever he felt he needed to
in order to protect you.  He wouldn't hold Bridget because he had no
control over when an 'episode' would strike.
   "It was probably really bad coincidence he came home when he'd really
lost control.  If he'd stayed away or hadn't lost control, he still would
have died the same way.  People are basically good, Eileen.  He was trying
to protect you and Bridget from himself.
   "You said in the police report he would lock up physically, shake and
groan.  My opinion is he, the Frank we once knew, was desperately trying to
control himself and his body.
   "Another thing which supports that is the extent and severity of your
injuries.  Very often in domestic violence the face is targeted and it's
really bad.  Smashed mouth, broken nose, broken or missing teeth.  Your
facial injuries were almost trivial compared to that.
   "You had very small cracks in a cheek, wrist and ribs.  When domestic
violence goes really bad, there's fractures and internal damage to organs.
Again, while they were painful as hell, your injuries were minor.
   "When he turned to Bridget, he locked up again.  He was desperately
trying to control himself all the way through.  He was only partially
successful, granted, but he could have killed you both if he hadn't had
*some* control.
   "Okay.  Now about what he said to you about your alleged sexual
activities.  People do have odd thoughts every once in a while like, 'what
if the child isn't mine?' Some of those are pure biology.  If you were out
of his sight even for a couple hours, that would have been time for another
man to impregnate you.  Pure biology from the Discovery Channel.
   "Now, if we do something we know is wrong, we tend to justify it; make
the 'victim' much less 'worthy' or something so our misdeed isn't so bad or
so important.  With that in mind, pretty much everything he said then was
total inflated justification; the 'real' Frank would have tossed all those
thoughts aside without a second's follow up.
   "The police report says you stated he smelled like women.  We can't
conclude anything about that from the Coroner's report.  However, any time
there's physical abuse, I order a full set of STD tests.  Yours are
completely clean so that means both you and Bridget are fine that way.
   "I'm sorry, Eileen.  It's not your fault.  I can't even say it's Frank's
fault either; some men seem to think seeing a doctor is demeaning somehow.
From the sketchiness of his medical history over the years, I'd say that
was the case with him.
   "If we could have caught it in the first six months there might have
been hope.  After three months, every day the prognosis got worse because
of the brain tissue being destroyed.  It's actually almost miraculous he
lasted a year."
   I cried.  I cursed and hoped Dr.  Sayes didn't know Irish.  Bridget
snuggled against me and Sean held me; both comforted me and let me know
they were there.  I think that was the only thing that held me together.
   ------
   SEAN
   Rough.  Really rough.  None of us had _looked_ at Dr.  Sayes' mind; we
just took it as she gave it.
   I pulled Bridget over on me so Eileen didn't have to worry about holding
her.  We snuggled up against her physically and mentally.  No sympathy,
just letting her know she wasn't alone.
   It took a couple of minutes, but Eileen finally straightened up, blew
her nose and wiped up her face.  She told us, "I'll probably grieve more
later; there's still more in there.  At least I didn't actually do
something to contribute to his death.  I'll still probably beat myself up
some for a while for not insisting harder he come see you, but I can see it
probably wouldn't have done any good.
   "I'll just grieve for the man I loved and married, Bridget's father. 
The later Frank I'll have to put aside as a stranger who I didn't really
like very much, and who's now out of my life.  Anything else we need to go
over?"
   Dr.  Sayes smiled a little and said, "You'll do fine.  With friends like
Sean and family, you can't go wrong.  The Coroner's Office will probably
contact you about disposing of the body; do what you wish on that.  I'd
recommend getting as many as ten death certificates; it seems every
institution in the world wants one.  You had a will?"
   She told her, "Yeh.  We found that Thursday.  Sean and I'll go over it;
there's lots of things to go over."
   Dr.  Sayes told her, "Sean probably knows a lot about that kind of
stuff. If not, he knows someone who does.  Okay, you three, get out of here
and get on with your lives.  Eileen, if anything continues to give you
trouble after a week, get an appointment with me right away; otherwise, you
don't need me any more on this."
   She must have called Elaine at reception, because she was totally
professional and didn't offer me another chance to audit her assets.
   Eileen asked, "Can we go home?  I'd love to soak in a bath until I'm all
shriveled up."
   Not a problem.  She poked Bridget, "And you, young lady, were perfect.
Best daughter!"
   _"Best mom!"_
   Their hotel room was a "standard" and had only a shower.  My place was a
"deluxe" with two bedrooms and had a swirly-bath.  I hadn't chosen it for
the deluxe, just by the location and number of bedrooms.
   I started the tub filling.  We helped Eileen get ready then washed her
hair thoroughly while she moaned and groaned in pleasure.  We did a quick
soap-wash all over then drained the tub, rinsed her and refilled.
   We left her soaking.  I'd shown her the controls for the water jets and
air bubbles so she could play with them to her heart's content.
   Bridget put herself down on the floor in my office and practiced head
lifts, pushups, rollovers and sitting up while I looked at the email.  The
weekend stats were coming in strong so I looked them over and sent
confirmations.  I didn't really expect any changes so soon from the visits
so wasn't worried there weren't any immediate upward trends.
   Ladies' Leather had gotten to the landlord who'd sent out the drain
cleaners.  They'd run a snake through all the drains and had pulled out
roots, a couple rags and sundry other foreign objects.  Jim told me they'd
deodorized the mop room and that they would run the ozone air purifier
overnight for several nights.  Good.
   Bridget wanted to look at the stats and graphs, but I told her, "Later,
sweetheart.  After you study the manual a bit more you'll be able to
understand exactly what you're seeing.  Right now, even as bright as you
are, all you'd see would be numbers without much meaning."
   She said, _"In that case, I'll go in and frolic with Mom for a while."_
   She _touched_ her body into the bathroom.  She pulled off her diaper and
shirt (_"I get a couple seconds' warning and can get to the toilet here."_)
then plopped herself in the tub with Eileen.  They splashed around a
little, cuddled, soaked and occasionally let out exaggerated moans and
wails of ecstacy.  Good on 'em.
   I finished up the routine emails and went on studying the various
newsletters.  Yeh, lots of stuff going on.  I made notes of some ideas that
popped up and noted follow-up research.
   A quick check with Eileen let me know she'd run a computer and had done
Internet research during college but hadn't done anything the last year or
so; she and Frank hadn't been able to afford a computer.
   Bridget knew what a computer was and recalled some experience.  I
figured she could run the systems with _touches_ just as easily as
operating a mouse and keyboard.  Put another little project on the To Do
List.
   The girls were done soaking and climbed out of the tub.  I went in to
"help." I got Eileen in a robe, and we patted Bridget dry (Such a cute
body! Poke the tummy for giggles.).  Eileen wrapped her hair in a towel
then I scooped them up and carried them off.  "To the hair drier!"
   Her bathroom had the hair dryer.  We did Bridget's first with a real
soft baby brush; such wonderful red curls!  She pretended to preen and
posture for us so she got lots of snuggles and kisses.
   We did Eileen's hair next; such fun.  I stood behind her and ran the
drier while Bridget wielded the brush with a firm _touch_.  Eileen kept
shoving her butt back against me which caused quite a commotion in my
nether regions.  I retaliated with a thorough butt-caressing; since I only
needed one hand for the drier, I could alternate when one got tired.  She
must have been a bit ticklish because her butt kept wiggling around.
   We all grinned at each other in the mirror, laughed and brushed.  Eileen
looked at her fingertips all wrinkled up and said, "I'm a prune.  Dayum, I
haven't had an actual bath in something like nine months.  Wonderful."
   I told her, "Best looking redheaded prune I've ever seen!" A couple
nuzzles on her neck let her know I meant it.
   She smacked me.  "Lecherous Irishman!"
   Bridget asked, _"Are there any other kind worth having around?"_
   They kicked me out after her hair was dry so they could get dressed.  I
heard _"casual"_ a couple times so figured they could get along without me.
I went back to studying.
   It only took them a half hour.  If it's casual, why does it take so much
discussion and tryings-on?
   Eileen asked, "I'd like to go over to Maura's to visit with her and
Teresa.  May I borrow the car?"
   "Sure.  Remember, though, the tires have a weight limit, and it'll hold
only so many baby clothes."
   "Spoilsport."
   I tossed her the keys anyway.  I _watched_ as they left; she was
watching her back okay.  Bridget was in her sling but was supporting almost
all her own weight, and the boogie bag "weighed" about a pound.  She'd do
okay.
   I'd intended to vegetate last week anyway so got in some serious veg
time after they left.  No concern about them now; I had no place I had to
be the next several days and plenty of time to get there.
   I took a swim, lolled in the Jacuzzi, upheld Irish traditions by
checking out some delicious-looking female bodies then went back to my room
and took a nap.
   While the body slept, I spent some time _touching_.  I found I could tie
my shoelaces just fine after a bit of practice and run a computer keyboard
and mouse.  The keyboard was pretty tricky, but I ended up with a
four-finger-like HPC (Hunt, Poke and Cuss when I Poked the wrong one) which
seemed to do the job.  That was okay, I wasn't entering pages of text
anyway.
   Eileen called, _"Sean, Maura asked us to stay for dinner.  Is that
okay?"_
   _"Sweetheart, I don't own either of you.  We've made no plans, have no
schedule to keep and no obligations to anyone right now.  Keep the car and
stay the evening, night or several days.  Come back whenever._
   _"Come in the evening.  Come in the morning.  Come when expected.  Come
without warning.  Thousands of welcomes you'll find here before you.  And
the more often you come, the more I'll adore you."_
   _Big smile.  "We're swooning here, Lover Boy.  By the way, they keep
wanting to know if your intentions towards us are honorable."_
   _"Tell them anything you want to make up.  In actuality, they are
extremely *dis*honorable.  I lust after your left little toe, your right
earlobe and Bridget's belly button."_
   _"Em, yeh.  Well, maybe sometime we can indulge in a little lust.  See
you later, Lord and Master."_
   Yeh, right.  Not even in the oldest legends has an Irishwoman truly
acknowledged someone as their Lord or Master.  They're mostly ornery,
stubborn, obstinate, pigheaded, argumentative and a joy to be around.  Just
ask the Cullen Sisters, they'll tell you -- at length.
   A few minutes later, the Cullen Sisters invaded my nap.  _"Perverted
wanker!  May we watch?"_
   _"Aye right!  Go way outta that!  Ya muzzies'll go too far one of these
times, and Bridget'll get after ya with her two teeth a-gnashing at yer
heels!_
   _"On the other hand, if you can talk them into it, I'd survive.  In
fact, I'd love to forget for a couple hours you're my sisters and you could
join in!  Hehehehe!"_
   _Squeals!  "Ooo!  When?  Tonight?" Smiles!_ Argh -- that one didn't work
out quite as I'd expected.
   Anyway, I was napped out for then.  I got dressed, went to the lobby and
chatted with Phil (the Evening Manager) for a while.  He eyeballed my hat
while we talked over the personnel and about possibly hiring a few more for
the evening shift.  He asked, "And where are those two lovely ladies I
heard have been gracing us with their presence?"
   I told him, "They're at my sisters'.  As we speak, they're probably
showing her all my baby pictures.  There's a couple I've been trying to get
my hands on for years so I could shred them."
   "And what might they have been?"
   "The Halloween I was five, they convinced me a leprechaun's costume was
being starkers and carrying a wand.  They got three pictures before Mum
gave them what for."
   "I dunno, Sean.  For sure it's gotta be better than that hat."
   I didn't let it spoil my dinner.  The dining room was a bit less than
half full; not bad for a Monday night.  I rattled some ideas around in my
skull about promoting for outside diners.  A lot of hotels I'd seen had
restaurants, but they were very overpriced for one thing.  I'd seen none
promoting the actual restaurant as a separate attraction.  On the To Do
List.
   After taking a final tour of the pool to check out the talent, I went
back home.  That nap must have worn me out; I went to bed around 9:30. 
Alone.
   A bit later I _felt_ Eileen and Bridget come into their room.  Five
minutes later, Eileen slipped in my bed beside me and snuggled up front
while Bridget snuggled against my back.
   Eileen said, "We lay down on their spare bed for a few minutes to try it
out, but we got lonely and came home.  By the way, you make a *really* cute
leprechaun with that wand." A giggle from both of them.
   Argh.
   She wiggled around a little; her breasts did a wonderful warm dance on
my chest, and her soft fur a bit lower got me quite warm indeed.  She must
have picked something up about "warm" because she said, "Sean.  Lover Boy.
Do you always keep it this cool in here?  My butt's cold."
   "Well, sweetheart, I'll just see if we can get your lovely butt as warm
as the fires in my heart.  Fortunately, during one of my business ventures,
I developed an Irishwoman butt warmer-upper process that needs testing."
   I tested the process vigorously.  Yummy!
   Bridget told me, _"My butt's cold too, Sean."_
   I reached a hand around behind me and firmly patted her diaper-covered
bottom a couple times.  "*You* get a spanking to warm it up."
   _"Ooo!  Do me!  Do me!"_
   "Your time will come, honey."
   _"Thank you, Lord and Master."_
   I just knew they were plotting my downfall.  Suddenly I had a thought.
Cold isn't just a surface phenomenon; it seeps into everything.  I
immediately started warming up the cracks my hands had discovered earlier.
   Eileen smacked me.  "Not tonight.  You've got a headache."
   "I don't have a headache!"
   "You will if you keep that up."
   We snogged gently for several minutes; Bridget got several caresses then
we drifted off to sleep.  We spent the night playing tag, bouncing around
the room and sharing sweet _blendings_ which glowed with our love.
   Chapter 7
   EILEEN (Tuesday 5/2)
   Bridget woke me up with hugs and sweet baby kisses.  So nice!  I asked
her, _"Did you nurse during the night?"_
   _"Yep.  I figure I'm responsible for this body.  I keep a close watch on
it anyway, so I'll take responsibility for the diapers and food at night.
That way, my sweet, wonderful, precious, beautiful, sexy,
hasn't-been-laid-for-a-long-time, best mother in the world can sleep
through the night."_
   Hugs and kisses back to my gorgeous clever daughter!  Sean joined in
with some sleepy caresses.  I told her, _"*You* are wonderful.  We'll
handle that 'hasn't-been-laid-in-ages' issue pretty soon.  I know I've been
cock-teasing Sean, but I wanna get my back and wrists a touch stronger
first.  I tend to get, em, a bit urgent."_
   _"Urgent?  Is that what you call it?  Come on, Mom.  I bet you're a
maxi-moaner at least, and when you and Dad first got together, you wore out
the mattress and had the neighbors banging on the walls."_
   Em, yeh.  I told her, _"Guess we'll find out, won't we?"_
   _"Yep.  And I'll be right there helping.  I know lots of interesting
spots and things to do; I'm not just a cute, innocent little girl, ya know,
and *I* love Sean one hell of a lot, too.  Just because my body has no
sexual responses yet doesn't mean I don't join in the pleasure.  I probably
had the same intense emotional response to what we've done with Sean as you
two._
   _"When we really start doing the bold thing, I'll probably push the
bassinet into another room.  I don't wanna get hit with a flying shoe or
smacked with a picture falling off the wall."_
   Em, she did have some very valid points.
   Anyway, I rolled out of bed and headed for my bathroom; my bladder
informed me in no uncertain terms it was time.  Bridget floated right
beside me making swishing noises.
   "Okay, what's the noise?"
   _"Those are my angel's wings, Mom."_
   "Yeh, right.  Should be a pitchfork clanging 'cause you're a little
devil!"
   _"And a horny one, too."_
   We did our morning wash up and got dressed.  Dayum, I've gotta get a
trim; those ends were looking pretty ragged.
   After a good snogging with Lover Boy, we had breakfast then I got to
work.
   All sorts of "stuff" to handle.  I did a post office change of address
(on line for a buck); I asked Sean for a credit card for the fee.  He dug
around in a filing cabinet and handed me a debit card and a sticky note
with the PIN.
   "You are now a salaried executive of Cullen Enterprises, and your
position is Vice-President of Staff Relations.  The card has up to $5,000
without calling in, so you can handle routine expenses like gas and other
stuff."
   I quirked an eyebrow at him.  "Hmm, since I handle Staff Relations, I
guess that means a major part of it is keeping the CEO in good spirits,
right?"
   He grinned at me.  "Yep.  You and your lovely assistant have done such
an exceptional job of that during your probationary period, I decided to
make it permanent for as long as you wish."
   He cut me a check for $5,000 and handed it to me.  "Drop that in your
checking account for some pocket money; it's a signing-on bonus.  I'll
jockey the numbers around so the taxes are already paid."
   Bridget asked, _"So, Mr.  Cullen, what are the VP's wages?"_
   Sean laughed, "Sharp cookie!  While you're training yourself and your
Able Assistant, it's a $1,000 a week salary, again after taxes.  Would that
be satisfactory?"
   Holy crap!  That's almost double what Frank and I had made in our best
month, and that had been only once; and this was *after* taxes!
   He looked at me directly.  "This is completely independent of our
personal relationship.  If you decide to move out tomorrow and end our
current relationship, that's your choice and so long as it doesn't affect
our business relationship, it won't change?  Okay?"
   "Oh, yeh!"
   He said, "Great!  Your training will take as long as it takes.  To
start, it'll consist of at least three hours a day of study during the
week; that'll include becoming familiar with these computers.  I expect you
and Able Assistant to go through the entire set of books so you know them
cold.  I don't expect you to memorize everything, but I will expect you to
know the data exists and how to find it easily.  Are you willing to do
that?"
   Bridget said, _"I am.  Mom, if you're not, I'm gonna haunt you every day
for at least the next eighteen years."_
   I told him, "Mr.  Cullen, you've got yourself a Vice President and Able
Assistant."
   "Good.  I'll whip up some business cards for you."
   I finished up the post office address change with my new card, wrote a
letter to my bank for change of address, ordered new checks and made a note
(To Do List) to go by the DMV for their form.
   Sean waved his fingers at his keyboard, put some paper in the printer
and printed several pages of stuff.  He came over with a couple dozen
business cards.
   Full color (color laser printer) on glossy stock.  There was a "Cullen
Enterprises" logo with a stylized bowler hat cocked over the right end as
if it were hanging there.
   The card said "Eileen F.  McLennan" and said I was "Vice President of
Staff Relations." It had an email address for EFMcLennan@CullenEnt.com and
the phone number for the cell phone Sean had given me.
   He grinned and handed me a smaller stack of cards.  Same logo only they
said, "Bridget M.  McLennan" was "Assistant to the Vice President" with a
different email address.  Sure, why not?
   Bridget and I ensured the CEO's morale was up with some targeted
snogging.  Bridget said, _"Nice butt, boss."_
   Okay, back to work.
   I called the utilities and had them turned off at the apartment.  I dug
out our address book; yeh, Frank's sister was in it.  No phone, but there
was an address in Van Nuys.  I recalled meeting her once at the wedding,
but we hadn't met since.  She got a short letter basically saying Frank had
died unexpectedly from a brain tumor and gave my sympathies.
   Okay, now look at the legal paperwork.  The will was fine; we'd each
done one.  They basically said everything went to the spouse.  If spouse
was deceased, to any children "from the marriage." That was Bridget; no
problems with that.
   I asked Sean to look at the life insurance policy with me.  He glanced
at the agent's card and said, "I know Sheila!  In fact, she's who I
recommend to my clients.  Go ahead and call her; you've got a claim to
process and a decision to make about what to do with the death benefits."
   We looked at the summary page.  I was the primary insured and Frank was
on a rider.  Yow!  He'd had $250,000 and I'd had $125,000!  250K would go a
*long* way towards getting Bridget raised and through college if she
wanted.
   I called Sheila.  She remembered us but didn't know about Bridget.  She
told me she'd start the claim, "It'll go faster if there's a death
certificate." I said I'd order them, and we made an appointment to get
together on Friday.  Dayum, now I need a calendar; Sean printed out a
monthly for the next few months.
   "We'll get you a PDA if you decide you need it.  Company expense of
course."
   He handed me a set of keys to the BMW.  "As an employee, you're covered
by the insurance; we probably won't need a second car for you, but if we
need one, we can go...  *shopping*!" It's a-wunnerful, a-wunnerful!
   I called the Coroner's office and used the card to order ten death
certificates.  The clerk said they'd probably be here by Friday.  Good, my
appointment with Sheila was for Friday afternoon.
   Disposal of Frank's remains?  I went over the options with the clerk. 
Okay, donate to local medical university.  He said he'd send the
authorization form out that afternoon.
   Now, time to start earning my salary.  Bridget and I spent two hours
studying The Book and finished all but the last section.
   Kate came through around 10:00.  She must have "sniffed around" and not
found anything because before she left she gave me a disappointed look.  I
whispered to her, "I got that damned rib support off yesterday, and my back
and wrists are a little weak yet.  I figure it should be okay Real Soon
Now."
   She gave me a happy smile and went on her way.
   I started browsing through the computer.  Sean went over the layout with
us.  The three systems were networked together with a big server tucked
away in a corner.  Direct connection to the Internet through the hotel
(fast!), Windows XP Pro on everything, full MS Office Professional, Visio,
etc., etc.  Nice.
   I asked for and Sean printed out a listing of all the businesses he
currently owned plus all the ones he'd developed and sold.  He said, "These
are the local ones; I usually patronize them all myself.  For most of the
companies I sold, Cullen Enterprises carries any loan.  I still get their
statistics each week, and I try to stop by each one at least every couple
of months; that way I can keep at least a casual eye on the operations.
   "The better they do, the faster I get paid and the better the chances
are the loan will be paid in full.  By the time the first five I sold were
paid off, they were running smooth as 100-year-old Irish whisky. 
*Everyone* wins."
   I tucked the list away in my purse.  Some very interesting places to
visit.
   We had a light lunch then Bridget wanted to practice some computer
stuff. _"I remember being able to surf the Interne,t but a computer seems a
bit of a mystery."_
   Sean gave us several tutorial CDs.  "These are what I use to train
people if they need it.  They seem to work fine and I didn't have to write
them."
   He showed us his trick with the _touches_ on the keyboard and mouse. 
"Bridget, in several years you'll probably want to learn the physical
touch-typing.  In the meantime, try this.  Feel free to enhance, change, or
whatever you need to make it work."
   We worked through the first tutorial on basic computer operations. 
Hell, I was rusty enough we both learned a lot.
   My back was tired by now just from sitting so Bridget and I went back to
the swirly-tub for a long soak with the water jets and bubbles pounding
away.  More long groans and moans of ecstacy.
   Yo!  There was this one pulsating water jet Bridget aimed just right; by
the time we were done the floor was pretty wet from splashes, and we were
*really* wrinkly.
   ------
   SEAN
   My new staff was doing just fine.  In celebration, I took them out to a
nice quiet restaurant with dim lights, a travelling violinist and good
food. Besides, I like to show off my beautiful ladies!
   Bob had brought up the folding massage table like I'd asked.  I managed
to persuade Eileen into a little massage; it only took two seconds to close
that sale!
   Unscented, warm oil with extra lanolin and Vitamin E does really well in
helping someone relax.  She (and Bridget echoed her) started moaning after
five minutes; I got the impression they were enjoying it.
   I spent a good amount of time on her back, ensuring all the muscles
around the spine were relaxed.  When they were, I ran up and down several
times ensuring the vertebrae were aligned.  A couple were a little out, but
with the muscles relaxed they slipped right back where they should have
been.  That should help her quite a bit.
   She had very good muscle tone all over.  While I worked on her legs,
Bridget gave her scalp a good going over.  Since she was my sweety, I
didn't back off from ensuring every square inch got a good stroking.
   After ten minutes of stroking, there was an interesting scent in the
air. Hmm, what could that be?  Grin.
   Well, never let it be said that the Cullen Enterprises CEO doesn't look
out for his staff.  Bridget and I worked her over; she moaned and quivered
for another twenty minutes while we _shared_ her warm, gentle releases.
   I let her lay on the table, put Bridget between her legs and gave her a
light massage, too.  She had some firm muscles building up, not just a lot
of baby fat.  She told me, _"I'll give you another hour to stop that,
Godfather."_
   We let the oil soak in for another half hour then shared a shower to
wash off the excess.  Bridget darted around like a hummingbird, laughed and
shared kisses with us.
   All righty, then!  I dug out another chick flick.  We spent the next
couple hours cuddled up on the sofa trying to figure out which girl would
get which guy.  Cute.
   To bed about 10:00.  Plenty of snogging then let the bodies sleep.  We
left streamers in and inspected the hotel crannies where there'd been
nookie going on the last time.  Well, still some nookie going on.
   ------
   EILEEN (Wednesday 5/3)
   Sorry, Kate, no fresh smell this morning; we'd aired out the sitting
room last night after the (glorious, wonderful!) massage.
   I got up feeling strong, feisty and peppy.  The ribs, wrists and fingers
felt fine.  Did I say I felt *good*?
   We had a light breakfast then Bridget and I got in our study time.  We
finished up the tutorial on computers; being able to look at real-life
examples (Sean pointed out things as needed) was a great help.  At least
there were now only several small black boxes instead of one big mysterious
hunk of stuff.
   We practiced _touches_ for the keyboard and mouse.  Neat; we got up to a
fairly decent speed and after a half-hour or so didn't have to put much
attention on it at all.  My daughter was so clever!
   Okay, back to the books.  We finished up The Book; Sean was merciless in
his final checkout!  But, when it was done, Bridget and I knew the
material.
   Now for some shopping.  I wanted to get food in the rooms so we weren't
reliant on room service for every little thing.  For a bachelor, it might
be okay, but I liked to get my hands on things every once in a while (and
I'm not talking about Sean's butt, either).
   I called and made an appointment for a haircut (off Sean's list of
course).  Sean overheard me, dug around in a file and pulled out a business
card for the shop.  He wrote on the back and gave it to me.  "Jackie's the
manager; she'll take good care of you."
   On the back of the card, he'd written, "Take good care of my special
ladies." He'd signed it; it had a little bowler hat cocked over the end. 
Neat!
   "There's a street map book in the passenger-side door pocket.  Should be
pretty easy to find."
   My appointment wasn't for a couple hours yet so we went grocery shopping
first.  Mainly staples, some eggs, bacon, stuff for a light lunch, that
sort of stuff.  I'd stopped drinking coffee the first trimester (withdrawal
symptoms!) and hadn't started again.  Sean drank some occasionally but the
hotel supplied it anyway.
   I slid the Beemer back in the parking slot in the hotel garage; Bob was
waiting for me with a baggage cart.  "I'll take it all up.  Mr.  Cullen
said you're to go off doing your stuff." Okay by me.  I tried to tip him,
but he told me, "Mr.  Cullen takes really good care of us for this minor
stuff.  Besides, it gives me a chance to chat with a couple beautiful
ladies."
   Hmm, some of that Bowler Blarney was wearing off on people.
   Time for hair.  Yeh, Beauty Arts was easy to find.  Items from The Book
started ticking off right away: well marked, clean with no litter.  The
front window had an attention-grabbing display of matched hair-coloring and
fingernails.  Hmm, might be interesting sometime.  Did I want a business
image or some other kind?
   A young lady greeted me promptly when I walked in; a good plus-point for
a first-time customer.  She confirmed my appointment.  When I handed her
the card Sean had given me, she flipped it over and read it.  She laughed
and called back into the shop, "Jackie!  We've got a Hat Man special!"
   An older lady (relatively-speaking, probably my age) came up fairly
lively.  She took the card, glanced at it and beamed!  "Nice!  You're the
first lady with a personal recommendation!  We're gonna take *good* care of
you, ma'am!"
   She looked me over quickly, woman-to-woman.  "How do you know Sean?"
Bridget and I immediately picked up a lot of interest in our CEO.  And she
had some Talent!
   I trotted out a brandy-new-today business card.  After a look, she
called out, "Girls, Sean's expanding!  He's got a Vice President."
   We got broad smiles and a quiet cheer.  "Yes!  May we call you Eileen?"
   Certainly that was fine.  She looked at Bridget, smiled and asked, "And
this adorable lady is...?"
   I'd palmed one of her cards so I handed it over.  After a look, she
called out again, "And we've got the Assistant to the Vice President, too!
We've got executives in our midst, girls!" Another quiet cheer.
   She looked at Bridget and said, "Hello, Bridget, I'm Jackie."
   Bridget promptly held out her arms and leaned forward with the classic,
"Pick me up and cuddle me" look.
   I pushed Bridget right onto Jackie's shoulder.  She went into her gurgle
and coo act, dispensed a righteous hug and lots of kisses.  Goo flowed
immediately.
   The receptionist got a little closer and smiled at her.  Bridget held
out her arms and the ladies glanced at me.  I told them, "Sure.  Pass her
around.  She *likes* people."
   The receptionist got her share of lovey-dovey.  Other girls started
gathering around; the goo got at least an inch deep.  Jackie said, "Okay,
ladies, move back in the shop."
   We moved back to an empty chair.  Jackie sat me down, looked over my
hair and asked, "What would you like today, Eileen?"
   "Trim, maybe, perhaps a little shaping.  I've not been to a salon for
more than a trim in almost a year, so why don't you give it what you think
it needs."
   She smiled widely.  "Great!  Let's start with a shampoo and
conditioner."
   She leaned me back into the sink; I closed my eyes and went with the
flow.
   I _looked_ around; most hair/nail salons have a very heavy smell from
the nail polish and the perm chemicals.  Here, it was barely noticeable.  I
spotted a big EcoQuest air purifier up by the ceiling pumping out ozone
(which would neutralize the chemicals and their smell).  Major plus-point.
   I felt someone take my left hand.  A voice told me, "Manicure.  Only the
best for Sean's ladies." Another set of hands pulled my shoes off. 
"Pedicure." Oh, well, if someone's intent on pampering me, who am I to
object?
   Bridget had been getting passed from girl to girl and spent a few
minutes on the laps of a couple clients.  She told me, _"These are all very
nice ladies, Mom.  They do good work.  The goo is up to the ankles now."
Smile._
   Wash, rinse, conditioner, let it set, rinse again.  The left-hand
fingernails were done and the girl below started the other foot.  Nice.
   Jackie wrapped a towel around my hair and sat me up.  She looked at my
face really close and said, "Your skin's in wonderful shape.  Looks as if
you've had a close encounter with an unfriendly environment." I knew there
were still bruises showing.
   I told her, "A parting gift from the now-deceased husband.  He had a
brain tumor and no control over what he was doing.  A couple cracked ribs
and a wrist and sprains were an added unintentional bonus.  Bridget and I
got away and Sean's taking care of us."
   Jackie sighed a little.  "Not a goodness, for sure." She brightened up a
little, "Now *I* wouldn't mind having Sean taking care of me."
   I laughed.  "Too late.  Bridget stole his heart and he's off the market.
I'm just Mom along for the ride."
   She chuckled, "Yeh, right."
   She unwrapped the hair and started in with the hair dryer.  Ten minutes
later it was dry.  She turned me to the mirror, fluffed my hair a bit and
said, "Excellent natural coloring, Eileen; plenty of nice highlights. 
Let's just trim a bit and do any shaping with the brush.  Those curls are
gorgeous."
   Okay with me.  Jackie started in with the scissors and comb.  Another
girl asked, "Ms.  Eileen, may we work on Bridget's hair?"
   It was fine with Bridget.  I told the girl, "Sure.  Pretty much anything
you desire; she's very tolerant and quite cooperative."
   They set Bridget in the chair opposite me, tied a towel around her waist
and the chair so she wouldn't slide around and went to work on her. 
Snip-snip with scissors and comb and a small manicure and pedicure.  Quite
the young lady.
   They were done with her the same time Jackie was done with me.  The girl
held a mirror up for Bridget; she looked, laughed, clapped her hands and
gave leg kicks.  She approved heartily and the goo rose to mid-calf.
   My hair looked great!  Jackie showed me how to shape it several ways and
how each would complement the shape of my face.  Very nice.
   Bridget told me, _"Mom?  Nursing time.  These girls will love it."_
   They did; goo got knee-deep.
   Jackie nodded at my crotch.  "How's the other end?"
   I told her, "Sure, why not?"
   They moved Bridget and me into a back room and shut the door.  Jackie
peeled my pants and underwear off and sat me in a chair with a towel under
me.  She looked and asked, "Shaved for the birth?"
   Yep.  She said, "It's a crime to shave a redhead, but I guess it was
necessary.  It looks like you've normally got plenty but not a jungle. 
Let's just trim a little; you can probably handle it after that."
   Bridget and I heard her think, _"Or Sean can."_
   Jackie trimmed and the other two girls finished my hands and feet.  I
naturally have very little hair on my arms and legs so that wasn't an
issue.
   Done!  I looked with mirror (and _looked_) and approved.  Neatly
trimmed; I could see there was plenty of room for growth, but if we kept an
eye on it there wouldn't be much wild hair up my ass.
   Pants on and back to the front.  Sean had told me to put most everything
on the corporate debit card, and the accountant would sort out the business
from the personal.  I offered it to Jackie but she pushed it away.
   "This time is on the house, Eileen.  Sean bought this place when it was
a third-rate scissors shop and turned it around into what you see now. 
This is the first time I could get in some payback that wasn't strictly
business.
   "He spent weeks in here.  I think he knows more about hair and nails
than I ever will, even though I've got the license.  He wore that silly hat
all the time, but I don't hold it against him."
   Bridget and I picked up, _"There's a few other things I'd like to hold
against him, though."_
   I thanked her and said, "But next time I pay full pop.  Otherwise I
think he'd snatch us both bald-headed."
   She agreed.  Bridget gave a final round of hugs and kisses (she looked
darling!) and raised the goo level to hip-high.  I was almost afraid to
open the door to leave because it might flood the street!
   I made a stop at another one of Sean's enterprises.  The lady knew
exactly what I wanted and told me she'd have it all ready in a couple
hours.
   That called for lunch!  Bridget got hers and I got mine at a nice little
restaurant nearby.  We still had lots of time so we went for a drive
through Sierra Madre.
   Since we were close, we went to Vosburg Street first.  As Bridget
watched through my eyes (she was safely ensconced in her safety seat in the
back), I cruised up the block trying to remember which house Nana had shown
me.
   Oh, my.  The place I remembered was now an apartment complex.  None of
the other houses around looked familiar, but the oak tree by the street
clinched it.  "It's not here any more.  Only the oak tree is still there."
   She told me, _"Some things move on, some things stay."_ I'd heard that
before.
   I swung by the elementary, middle and high schools; they were pretty
much the same as I remembered them.
   I told Bridget, "I sprained an ankle on the track during gym class in
high school.  I hobbled around for a week with a cane.  Oh, yeh.  Jim Wells
carried my books around for me; we had crushes on each other.
   "Anyway, I snuck him in the house while Nana was out grocery shopping,
and we did the bold thing; first for both of us!  A bit of fumbling around
for a bit 'til we got it right, there was!  Dayum, it was good!  We did it
twice more before I kicked him out 'cause Nana was due home.
   "Shit.  His family moved away right after that so we never kept it
going. Dunno what would have come of it.  I don't think Nana ever knew."
   Bridget snorted, _"Don't be too sure of that, snapper.  I'll bet her
nose was as least as sharp as Kate's."_ [snapper = Irish slang: child,
baby]
   "Yeh, you're right.  I do recall her grinning a lot for a week or so
like she had a secret."
   _"Mothers and grandmothers always know."_
   We swung up near the end of Olive Tree Lane.  I parked the car and stood
with Bridget on the sidewalk.  "This is where I grew up, Bridget.  Nana's
place."
   It hadn't changed much in the past four months -- dayum, I still had her
will and other papers on the house to go through.  I'd just paid the small
utility bills and kept the gardeners going to keep it neat after she'd
died. Too much had been happening with Frank and me to face it before.  On
the To Do List right away; the stuff was in a couple big envelopes in the
file at home.
   Bridget asked, _"Can we go to the park and sit for a while?"_
   Sure, it was less than a half a block away so I snagged her boogie bag.
We walked, sat, I snuggled her and said, "This was our favorite place to
sit.  We could see the whole street and the woods at the same time.  We
spent hours here."
   My shoulder felt wet.  I picked her up a little; her eyes were
streaming. "What's wrong, Bridget?"
   She buried her face on my shoulder.  _"I remember.  I remember Vosburg
Street and snogging with Seth Nolan on the porch and under that oak tree._
   _"I remember holding my granddaughter for the first time and swearing to
myself she'd grow up to be a wonderful lady.  I remember the smell when you
were fifteen and how happy you were._
   _"I remember how happy you were with Frank then our worry when he
changed.  I remember waiting for your child to be born; I so much wanted to
be with you and to help you -- but my heart stopped and I died._
   "_I remember waiting over you and pushing other spirits away.  I dove
into your baby and was happy for a moment.  Then I forgot.  I forgot
everything that had happened.  Snapper, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to
help. So sorry."_
   We cried.  I finally cried out my grief from losing my Nana and my
sorrow for being alone.  My four-month-old daughter and
ninety-three-year-old grandmother cried out her sorrow for abandoning us.
   We felt Sean, _"What's happening?  How can I help?"_
   I told him, _"Its okay, Sean.  We're just in the middle of a girl-thing
that came up; we're actually okay.  We'll tell you later."_
   _"All right.  Just remember, I love you both more than life itself, and
I'll always be there to help if you need it."_
   We cried more.  This time they were happy, joyous tears that Nana and
her Snapper were together again.  Exultant tears that we'd found a
wonderful man to love without reservation who loved us the same way.
   A voice asked, "Are you all right, Ma'am?"
   I opened my eyes.  There was black-and-white by the curb and a uniformed
female police officer in front of us.
   I sniffed and told her, "Yes.  We're okay.  I lost my grandmother
several months ago.  We lost my husband and her dad last week and
everything just caught up with us."
   "I can understand that.  I'm sorry, but I have to ask for some ID."
   I pulled out my wallet and showed her my driver's license.  She glanced
at it and asked, "McLennan.  Would your husband have been Frank McLennan?"
   "Yes.  He had a brain tumor and just couldn't control himself.  That's
part of our sorrow."
   "Okay, then." Her eyes drifted to my business card in the next slot. 
"Oh, you're with the Hat Man!"
   Bridget and I giggled.  "Yeh.  I lived here on Olive Tree for almost 20
of the last years and only ran into him last week.  Seems *everyone* else
in Altadena knows him, though."
   She grinned.  "Yeh.  My brother works in one of his businesses.  Okay,
then.  If you need help, just call 911."
   She drove off.  We wiped eyes, blew noses, changed Bridget then giggled
together over Nana/Snapper stories while she got a snack.
   We picked up our special orders; they were perfect!  Home again to our
sweet man.
   ------
   SEAN
   Well, they'd both been through a long hard patch; they had the right to
cry any time they wished.  On the other hand, women cry when they're happy,
too; sometimes it's difficult to tell them apart.
   Ah, well.  The Cullen Sisters had run me through the mill on that often
enough I knew just to let it be.  Just let it be and support them as they
needed.
   Things were definitely looking up.  Eileen and Bridget were learning
stuff really quickly, the businesses (old and new) were going along just
fine, and I was falling deeper and deeper in love with my ladies every day.
Life was good.
   I heard the girls come in; they stirred around their room for a while
then came in my office.
   Nice!  Very nice.  Their haircuts were perfect!  I stood, whistled and
applauded.  "My ladies are queens!  I've gotta take you out tonight and
show you off."
   They seemed to appreciate it and laid some heavy-duty snogging on me
which got my heart rate up significantly.
   They stood back, pulled stuff from a bag and slapped it on their heads.
Each had a small brown bowler hat cocked on the back left "corner" of their
heads!
   Bridget said, _"We figured since we were representing the company, we
should wear the logo.  Everyone seems to know the Hat Man -- now we're the
Hat Ladies and don't take no messin' with!"_
   I laughed so hard it hurt.  They pretended to pout, but I told them,
"They're perfect.  On me, the hat looks a bit silly, and that's the way I
play it.  On you two, though, they're perfect.  Absolutely perfect
attention-grabbers and they look wonderful.  Good on ya!  Good on ya both!"
And I meant every word.
   They stopped pouting.  Eileen's hat was about 6" across the brim while
Bridget's was 3".  Perfect sizes; they were holding them on with tiny
_touches_.
   They dug some more hats out the bag.  They had a variety of colors in
the bowlers and the same sizes and colors in the flat-top, straight-brim
with band-and-buckle style.  All very good quality, not like the
costume-quality I'd found last week.  Great!
   They'd even found several good-size lapel pins of a bowler hat.  My
ladies were totally clever!
   Eileen grinned and said, "And since they're for promotion, it's all
deductible!"
   We decided on an early dinner at Eire's Tavern; the Irish would
appreciate the new accessories a bit better than a standard American. 
Eileen called Maura and Teresa; they decided to meet at the Tavern around
5:30 with more casual dress than last Friday.  *I* think they didn't fully
appreciate my leprechaun outfit from then.
   Eileen ordered me to take a shower.  Okay, that's easy enough,
especially with Bridget floating in and ensuring I washed behind my ears. I
wore brown pants and shoes with a tie-less dress shirt; my brown bowler
would go fine with it.
   Eileen changed into a nice dress, and we dressed Bridget up in a cute
dress; I remember Maura agonizing whether or not to keep it after their
youngest girl had outgrown it.  It had found a welcome home here.
   They popped on their brown flat-hats, and I thought we were ready to go.
Terminally luscious, the both of them!
   Eileen and Bridget giggled at each other then Eileen told me, "Before we
leave, we need to introduce someone to you."
   Okay by me.  Where were they?  Eileen put Bridget in my arms and said,
"Margaret, I'd like you to meet Sean Cullen, the man I love.  Sean, this is
Margaret Gallagher Sullivan, my Nana who raised me."
   Quite dignified, _"I'm very pleased to meet you young man.  Snapper here
babbles about you quite a lot; almost sickening, actually, the way she
carries on."_
   My jaw dropped.  I started putting two and two together and kept getting
five or three.  They've gotta be slagging me!
   Bridget told me, _"Yes, it's true.  We went around to her schools and to
Vosburg Street where I spent my high school years in the late 1920's.  When
we looked at the house on Olive Tree Lane where I'd raised Eileen, the
memories started coming back.  I couldn't believe it for a while until we
sat in the park at the end of the street where we'd spent so much time. 
That brought them back solidly."_
   Her "voice" went to the dignified one of before.  _"There's 93 years of
experience sitting right here so you two youngsters better not try putting
anything over on an old lady._
   _"And Sean, I'm giving you fair warning: if you think Eileen being dry
for six or seven months was something, I haven't had a stiff one up me in
over a year, and I've got a lot of catching up to do."_
   Eileen seemed shocked.  "Nana!  A year?  You were what, 92?"
   Margaret (I started thinking of her that way when she was in that
"mode.") said, _"Yep.  Just 'cause the chassis was beat up a little didn't
mean the motor weren't runnin'."_
   Eileen now looked puzzled.  "Who...  ?"
   _"That nice young man next door, for one.  Ya spent all day at college
so we'd slip back and forth.  Why did ya think I put in the gate between
our back yards?"_
   "Young man?  Phillip was..."
   _"Seventy-five.  I don't think his wife would have minded; he'd been
widowed ten years by then."_
   "But seventy-five?  I thought..."
   _"A guy couldn't get it up at seventy-five?  Well, that was an issue at
times.  Fortunately he was broad-minded; if he couldn't get his fat prick
up me, he'd stick his tongue and fingers in -- *way* in.  *Your* generation
didn't invent the 69 position, ya know.  Hehehehe."_
   Eileen went red; I was holding in my laughter, but it was getting very
difficult.  Em, "flabbergasted" was the term for Eileen right then.
   Margaret chortled, laughed, shook her green rattle and rubbed it in some
more, _"If ya lay on yer sides, there's very little strain anywhere, and ya
can go at it for a couple hours easy.  Ya should make a note of that for
the next week or so."_
   I couldn't help it; I busted up.  Margaret and I flopped down in the
recliner and convulsed for several minutes while Eileen glared at us. 
Finally she broke down too and we laughed until we almost cried.
   Eileen gasped out, "Nana, if you weren't so old or so young, I'd smack
you.  And Sean, you're just as bad as she is.  You two molest me when I'm
asleep, and now she's giving me sex advice."
   _"There's plenty more where that came from, Snapper."_
   We decided to leave for the Tavern before we got into another discussion
or Margaret decided to thump my whippersnapper skull with her rattle.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Having Nana turn up in my baby's body was one thing; I could see then
how it happened given what we'd seen in the maternity ward and her
determination to stay and help.
   What was unbelievable for a while was that she'd been sexually active
for so long right under my nose!  Phillip had been a nice man, okay, and
had seemed in good condition.  She'd probably worn him out -- maybe that's
why he moved to Florida to be with the rest of his family several years
ago.
   Hold on!  She said it had been a year since she had any!  Phillip had
left something like four years ago.  Hmm.  We're gonna have a midnight chat
sometime.
   Teresa and Maura loved our hats.  They giggled, laughed and teased Sean
about corrupting us.  I decided not to bring up who was corrupting whom
around here for a while.
   Maura told us, _"Patrick and John both came outside yesterday!  They're
like a couple kids with new toys; they went all through Dodger Stadium last
night while Teresa and I checked out the maternity wards around town --
much more interesting."_
   Teresa said, _"It was strange how the spirits forgot when they picked up
a baby.  Then again, they seemed to be in a complete daze anyway.  They
didn't even seem to know we were right along side them."_
   I told them, _"We saw only one who was aware and remembered.  Everyone
else seemed like you said -- dazed.  I know we didn't remember anything
ourselves."_
   Bridget said, _"But we're remembering now."_
   Teresa and Maura said, _"We are too.  Some memories seem millions of
years old."_
   I guessed it was my turn, _"I've had some over sixty million years old
and that's without really digging.  On the other hand, the ones of this
lifetime appear more detailed and clearer than before.  Bridget's got some
from the past ninety years or so."_
   I introduced Margaret Sullivan, nee Gallagher.  _"She was my Nana."_
   They looked at her; she waved her rattle around and made a little bow.
Maura asked, _"Really?"_
   Margaret told them, _"Yep.  I remember snogging with Seth Nolan on my
front porch when I was sixteen.  Dayum, he was a good kisser!  He could
fondle tits really good, too!  Hopefully he passed that talent down,
Maura."_
   Maura laughed, _"It may not be inherited, but John does just fine in
that department."_
   Patrick and John put in appearances, but Teresa and Maura shooed them
off.  _"Tend to the store, guys; we've got the monsters under control
here."_
   I was still feeling peppy and strong -- and now was horny as hell. 
Margaret was getting itchy, too.  _"I'm feelin' the urge right along with
ya, Snapper.  It's not physical with me, but Sean's still gonna help it
out."_
   When I slipped away to the bathroom, I made a call to Phil at the hotel
with a special request.  He told me, "Can do, ma'am.  We'll have it all
ready."
   Sean stepped out once to make a phone call; we stayed for another
forty-five minutes or so chatting away about lots of things then said our
goodbyes for the evening.
   Chapter 8
   SEAN (Wednesday evening 5/3)
   I ducked out and called Phil at the hotel with a request.  He told me,
"No problem, Sean.  We get similar requests every week or so.  We've gotcha
covered."
   On the way home we talked about Bridget, Nana, Margaret and all that. 
Bridget/Margaret/Nana said, _"We're gonna have to sort me out a bit.  As
Eileen's Nana, Margaret Gallagher managed to live for 93 years.  I'd call
that a pretty successful personality based on that alone.  Parts of that
identity are already part of mine.  Well, folks, I see three distinct
personae for me, depending on what's going on."_
   Light and clear "voice," _"First, there's Bridget McLennan with Mom and
Godfather Sean: I'm physically dependant on you and you're raising me. 
It's my public persona as an infant who'll lay on the cute-baby charm as
appropriate and fits my physical development.  Of course I'll try to lay it
on pretty thick at times with us folk when I want something or for fun._
   _"As Bridget, I've already developed somewhat of a personality based a
lot on the most recent memories of Margaret Gallagher.  So, there's no real
dichotomy among any of these personae._
   Reserved, dignified, yet insouciant "voice," _"Second, there's Nana and
Snapper with her young boyfriend Sean.  This one's mainly for us three when
I'm dispensing unwanted advice, reminiscing, old wives' tales, and other
anecdotes or observations intended to rattle some cages or yank some
chains. Nana lived through the Great Depression, raised Eileen and did all
sorts of stuff just to survive.  She'll probably pop up every once in a
while with the rest of the Talented folk.  Besides, what else can an old
lady do?  I'm not getting laid any more."_
   Calm, sure and happy "voice," _"In the middle is Margaret, Marge, Margie
or whatever along with Eileen, Sean, Teresa, Maura, all the Talented
adults. Of course, Nana's memories will always be available._
   _"I expect as the years go by and my body matures, the Bridget persona
will gradually merge into to the Margaret one and won't be needed.  I
expect this is the one I'll be using the most.  This is my persona for
making love, and I intend to use it a *lot*!"_
   Pretty clever if you ask me.  We discussed it the rest of the way home.
   As we went to the lobby in the elevator, I had two very snuggly redheads
plastered all over me.  Marge told me, _"I hope you're very rested because
we're gonna wear you out tonight, Lover Boy."_
   Eileen said, "I hope you survive the night because we're getting a bit
fond of you."
   We waved at Phil.  He waved back then gave me a subtle nod and quiet
thumbs up.  Great!  All was arranged.
   He'd exceeded my request right away.  On the hallway door to their room
was a Cead Mile Failte sign (a hundred thousand welcomes).  I told the
ladies, "I welcome you to my heart.  My life has already been immeasurably
enriched just by knowing you."
   Yeh, even a 19-week-old can purr like Geeser.  Eileen laid a snog on me
that tickled my tonsils while Marge showered me with kisses and little
two-tooth nibbles on several parts Eileen wasn't covering.
   We got the door open; I picked up Eileen and Marge and carried them in.
Nice!  There were half a dozen battery-powered candle lanterns flickering
away; they gave a nice glow to the room.  The bedroom door was ajar and I
could see a glow from there, too.
   I pretended to be puzzled, "Where did these come from?"
   Eileen hugged me firmly and said, "I called Phil earlier.  I'd say he
did good."
   Jaysus!  I laughed and told her, "I called him too.  Guess we're getting
a double dose."
   Marge pushed me towards the joining door.  _"Go wash and all that stuff,
Lover Boy.  Ungird your loins and prepare for action, lad; robe only, I'll
call you when we're ready."_
   ------
   EILEEN
   I told Margie, "I'm a bit nervous."
   _"Hmm?  Not virgin-jitters I'd guess."_
   "Not that.  It's just with these ribs, wrists and fingers, I'm concerned
I'll have so much attention on them I won't make it good for Sean."
   _"Okay.  Eileen, I'll make you a deal.  Since I won't be physically
involved, let me worry about all that so you don't have to.  Neither you
nor Sean will knowingly do the missionary or put weight on your ribs or
wrists._
   _"I'll be joined one-way to enjoy your emotions and physical sensations
and will still have enough attention available to watch out for your body.
If you get into a situation where you might hurt yourself or be
uncomfortable, I'll support you and keep it from happening.  Deal?"_
   Sounded like a good deal to me.  I washed us up thoroughly then put on
our special seduction nighties.  Black, slinky light silk, almost
transparent.  Yep.  My boobs and bush showed through just right!
   We'd even managed to find something similar for Margie!  We brushed our
hair down, pinched our cheeks a little for some color and were ready.
   Margie asked, _"How do I look for our big night?"_
   Totally awesome.  I looked again; she had the cutest set of boobs
imaginable with tiny nipples poking up!  She laughed, _"Just popped 'em up
with a touch.  Betcha he'll look and maybe even try to cop a feel."_
   We flipped the covers back the way we wanted, adjusted the "candles" to
just right, and I lay back against the headboard with the appropriate
pillows.
   _"Mom, I should probably nurse you a little.  That'll keep me from dying
of hunger and keep your boobs from being too uncomfortable."_
   We did a short run on both sides.  Yeh, it did help.  After the burping
and another quick hair brushing, we did our final arrangements; I lay on my
side propped up with my arm and my assets on display under the nightie. 
Margie sat against a pillow a couple feet away (_"I don't wanna hide your
beautiful boobs, Eileen."_) with her cuties poking up under her nightie.
   She called Sean, _"Lover Boy?  Oh Lover Boy?  Wherefore art thou, Lover
Boy?"_
   _"Here I is, honeys!  I'm kinda nervous 'cause I know your beauty will
overwhelm me."_
   PRRR!
   Margie told him, _"Hopefully you'll survive.  Now how about you bring
those gorgeous freckles and that cute butt in here and lay a lotta lovin'
on a couple horny ladies."_
   He appeared in the doorway and stopped, gazing at us with admiration. 
Dayum!  That popped up four nipples in a hurry.
   We _blended_ gently for the longest time while we told each other of our
love.  He picked up Margie and held her closely as he sat on the bed beside
me.
   We eased off a good bit and maintained a nice _join_.  He snuggled
Margie a few seconds then held her away and looked right at her cuties.  He
laughed and said, "*Thought* I felt something!  Really...  em, em,
delightful!"
   Margie giggled at him, _"Give 'em a good feel and see how I did."_
   He ran a hand gently over those pretty bumps; I _felt_ them right along
with him -- felt real to me!
   "Dayum good, Marge.  Now, how do they taste?"
   He pulled one completely into his mouth right through her nightie. 
_"Hmm.  A pass on that one!"_
   He checked out the other one just as thoroughly; she moaned in delight.
She ended up with two very wet patches which clung tightly to the
"structure" beneath.  Those little nipples weren't so little any more!
   We laughed gleefully.  Totally fun!
   He caressed us both and said, "I love you, Eileen McLennan.  With all my
heart and soul, I love you.  And you, Bridget McLennan, Margaret Gallagher
and Nana, I love you; every aspect of you."
   Margie looked at him seriously.  _"I love you, Sean Cullen.  We won't
have a consummated physical love for a long time, if ever, but you have a
huge place in my heart and my life.  Thank you so much for loving us so
unreservedly."_
   He hugged her closely for a moment then she pushed him back.  _"I'll be
taking care of Eileen a bit tonight.  Don't worry about her ribs, wrists or
fingers too much; I'll be watching out for the both of you."_
   She darted away and _pushed_ her bassinet towards the sitting room. 
_"I'm getting outta the battle zone!"_
   Sean looked at me with those wonderful green eyes filled with so much
love I melted down.  I could barely move it was so intense -- and that was
completely apart from the mental emotions we were _sharing_.
   I told him, "I love you, Sean.  The Frank McLennan I loved before has
been gone for a year now, and that part of my life is over.  My love for
you is fresh, clean and feels so wonderful I could cry for happiness when
we are near.
   "Now, even though the room is warm, my butt's cold.  Hmm, my breasts are
cold, too, and ache for your touch to warm them.  My entire body longs for
your touches."
   He caressed my cheek and kissed me firmly.  "Then let's warm you up and
try to merge our bodies as closely as we ourselves are."
   His robe seemed to vanish and we held each other closely.  So wonderful,
knowing we'd consummate our love in a short while.
   His caress on my breasts turned from a "mere" sensation to flares of
erotic energy in seconds.  Each touch spread through our bodies and built
our delight higher.
   My nightie vanished somewhere then my soaked panties.  His hands over
all my body kept warming it until it felt so hot it could scorch the sheet.
His mouth on my breasts and a gentle milking let me give him tastes of the
life-giving sustenance I'd created.
   He murmured, _"Delicious!  Delightful!  You are my love, my joy."_
   I _felt_ Margie with us, unobtrusively _sharing_ our sensations.  As I
rolled on top of Sean, she helped with gentle _touches_ so we felt no pain
or awkwardness.
   I lay on him and shared deep, loving passionate kisses while his hands
stroked my back, butt, shoulders and everywhere else they could reach.  I
felt Margie _lift_ my shoulders slightly so my sensitive boobs wouldn't
squish too much.  The sexual energy was a firm presence inside and around
us and glowed brightly with our ardor.
   I'd flooded him with my waters by now; a gentle _touch_ positioned us
correctly, and I slid slowly and deliciously down over him, penetrating,
stretching and filling myself to perfection.
   Things got a bit blurry after that.  I remember hips moving both slow
and fast, controlled then frantic motions and sweet fiery caresses on my
breasts, pucker and stiffly-erect clit.  Release after release flooded us
with delight, each seeming more intense than the last.
   I heard my voice calling out my pleasures and Sean's voice joining in as
he too shared the delicious sensations.  After a seemingly endless time of
bliss, I felt him swell up hugely inside me; he thrust deeply and flooded
my channel with boiling-hot fluid.
   Our climax together was so painfully intense it seemed to push us
entirely outside our bodies.  We rolled them to their sides and let them
thrash around as we _blended_ and _wound_ ourselves together, the three of
us sharing our rapture.
   ------
   SEAN
   Time had no meaning; we let it pass as it may as we _blended_ ourselves
in celebrating our shared passions and loves.
   When our bodies finally came down from their frantic movements and our
breathing became more normal, we rested in each others' arms with me still
deep inside her.  Marge floated down lightly across us and gave us gentle
kisses and tiny caresses with her hands.
   _"You are wonderful people,"_ she told us.  _"I feel so honored to be a
part of your lives and your love."_
   Our bodies slept deeply, recovering and anticipating yet more
enchantments to come.  Outside, we _blended_, spirit-hugged, _kissed_ and
_wound_ around and through each other time and again.
   Some hours later, I felt Bridget between us, nursing.  Eileen woke and
watched us with her wonderful smile on her face and in her eyes.  Bridget
told us, _"Best mom!  Best Sean!  Love!  Happiness!"_
   She gave a parting kiss to each of Eileen's proud breasts, smooched us
both and floated away.  _"I'm out of harm's way now.  Enjoy!"_
   We did.  Eileen and I snuggled up closely and shared deep, loving
kisses. She draped her upper leg over my hip; with a few _touches_ to help,
I slid home deep inside her.
   Gently and slowly we moved together.  Soon, we felt warm releases wash
over us like the gentle warm rain of a summer's day.  We kept moving slowly
and sharing our love until the bodies fell quietly asleep.
   Yet later, Eileen poked me gently.  She grinned and told me, "More!"
   There *was* more...  and more and more until the world seemed to be only
we three _sharing_ our love.
   ------
   EILEEN (Thursday 5/4)
   Groan.  Had to pee *so* bad!  I moved cautiously; Bridget floated
herself out of the way.  Great!  No stiffness or pain, just a slight
soreness in the pussy -- it wasn't used to all that wonderful lovin'!
   I got to the john and let it flood.  Margie and I inspected the
"damage." My hair was a mess (the nipples popped up hard when I remembered
Sean's fingers locked in it), and I was covered with dried pussy juice and
other fluids from my waist to my knees.  Yes, yes and *yes*!
   The wrists were fine; no damage to either one or the fingers.  The ribs
felt okay, too.  Margie and I got in the shower then Sean joined us in a
couple minutes.  We snuggled and snogged for a little.  So wonderful to
love and be loved!
   Sean and Margie insisted on washing my hair.  Margie grinned, _"Who
knows what kinda 'stuff' got in there last night!"_ It felt wonderful to be
pampered.
   Sean snuggled up behind me and started washing other parts.  I pushed my
butt back firmly; he was plenty hard.  Hmm, why not?  I rolled my hips
back, he crouched down then slid right in.  Ah, it's a-wunnerful,
a-wunnerful!
   We moved gently together.  He washed a boob with one hand and ensured my
clit was very clean with the other.  I reached back with both hands and
pulled his head to me.
   He switched hands; Margie floated in and caressed and kissed the spare
boob (*that*'s why there's two!  More spots for lovin'!).  They switched
several times then we came hotly.  Great!  Margie hugged my neck and kissed
me hard while Sean caressed whatever he could find.
   I got my turn on Sean's and Margie's hair.  I remembered pulling on
Sean's hair really hard last night when I'd tried to pull his entire head
inside my drenched pussy.
   We had fun drying each other's hair; no hanky panky -- this time.
   I just tossed on a robe, wrapped Bridget in a blanket (diaper already
provided courtesy of Margie Enterprises) and sat in the sitting room to
nurse her.
   Sean disappeared in his room to dress.  There was a knock on the door;
ah, yes, Kate!
   She came in; her nostrils flared immediately.  She took a deep breath
and we grinned at each other like a couple conspirators who'd had their
plot work out perfectly.
   She puttered around then disappeared into the bedroom.  I heard her
gasp. She stuck her head back out, looking worried.  She asked, "You okay,
Ms.  Eileen?  You're not hurt or anything?"
   Huh?  I joined her and looked around.  Be Jaysus!  With a couple Janey
Macks tossed in!
   The place was a madhouse.  One picture was at a steep angle with my
nighty dangling from the corner.  My hotel robe was thrown across a lamp
which was sprawled on its side and the large chair was on its back.  The
covers were completely off the bed, the mattress was twisted at least a
foot off the bedsprings, the entire bed frame was skewed at least three
feet, there were three huge wet spots, the room was saturated with sex
smell, and my still-wet panties dangled from the chandelier!
   Margie giggled and shook.  It only took a glance at her blandly-innocent
face to know she'd been "up to something." I glared at her.  _"Little
devil! You'll get yours someday!"_
   _"I'm counting on it!" Laugh._
   Sean stuck his head in and took a deep, very appreciative sniff.  He
looked around and said, "Wow!  Eileen, I'm sure glad I kept you under
control last night; much more and we'd have to renovate the entire place!"
   Wanker and evil-doers!  I slung a pillow (they were scattered all over)
at him and blushed from my eyebrows to my knees.  Kate laughed, and we all
ended up laughing so hard I peed a little bit -- with no panties on!
   Sean managed to control himself after a bit (arsehole!) and said, "I'll
order some breakfast.  I'll get a triple order for you, sweetheart."
   I got him with a pillow as he left.  I told Kate, "Sean will help you
with the bed when he gets back."
   She laughed some more.  "I can probably manage it.  Can't say I've ever
seen one so, em, energetically disarrayed."
   Twit.  Margie and she were *both* twits!  Argh.
   I sat down again and smacked Margie's bottom firmly a couple times. 
"You're bad, girl.  You musta snuck Nana in there."
   _"You got it, Snapper!  I'd been planning that most of the night."_
   Sean got off the phone and grinned at me as he went into the bedroom to
help Kate.  He got my best glare in return.
   I heard him tell her, "I'm gonna have to spend at least an hour in the
Jacuzzi to get the soreness out." I silently plotted my revenge.
   Kate said loudly, "Jaysus, Mr.  C, I thought the red hair meant we had a
fiery temper, not this.  When she's all healed up I'll have to call a whole
crew in." Twit!  I included her in my revenge.
   ------
   SEAN
   Eileen pretended to glare at us all through breakfast.  It didn't slow
her eating down much, though.  Marge draped herself on my back, looking
over my shoulder (_"I feel a little safer back here right now." Giggle._)
while Eileen demolished Eggs Benedict, pancakes and sausage, and a small
steak and eggs.  I contented myself with just two breakfasts.
   We traded polite belches, pushed back and planned the day.  Nothing
pressing or urgent, just go down the road.
   Eileen pulled out a couple large envelopes.  "Let's look at Nana's
stuff. I didn't have the heart to do it before."
   Marge said, _"I remember some of it; the proof is in the papers."_
   Quite interesting.  There was a checkbook with something like $30K
showing.  The checks had both Margaret's and Eileen's names on it.  Marge
told us, _"Joint account.  She's got total access to it with no probate."_
   There was a deed to the lot and house on Olive Tree Lane; again, both
Margaret and Eileen were on it and no mortgage!  Eileen looked at Marge and
said, "You were a pretty clever old bag, Nana."
   Marge grinned and said, _"There's more.  Should be a car, some other
accounts and a will.  One of my boyfriends was an estate lawyer and helped
me construct it all."_
   There was a car -- jointly titled with "or" -- several CDs and what
looked like some mutual funds.  The will stated that everything went to
Eileen as her sole property.  So far, nicely neat and cleverly constructed.
   I suggested, "How about we skip the study today.  We can get the
insurance paperwork from the hospital and take a look around the Olive Tree
Lane place."
   Eileen said, "Yeh.  We should visit the neighbors, too.  We, or I should
say I, never had a memorial service or anything for Nana.  Betcha there's
lots of old boyfriends around who'll mourn." She smirked at Marge.
   Marge laughed, _"Yep.  Some not so old and some not *boy*friends."_
   Eileen pinked up a little.  "Okay, Nana.  You've shocked me." She
grinned anyway.
   Marge grinned too.  She said, _"We should get death certificates for me
to ensure all that's gotten straight.  I ended up in the same hospital as
you, so there's probably some final bills and stuff to straighten out._
   _"Let's look at the house first and see what mail's collected.  I didn't
see anything forwarded to your apartment except some utility bills,
Eileen."_
   We gathered up the medical insurance papers, all of Marge's papers,
packed Bridget's boogie bag, got dressed and headed out.
   I remembered a bit where Olive Tree Lane was and headed in that
direction.  With two native guides, there wasn't any problem finding it.
   I pulled in the drive; we got out and looked around.
   The lawn was in fine shape.  Eileen said, "I just kept the gardeners
going and paid the utility bills; I had presence of mind enough to change
the billing address."
   No problem getting in the house; the door was locked but a couple
_touches_ slid everything back.  The inside was neat and orderly, but even
I could tell it was dusty.
   They showed me around.  Eileen collected several sets of keys and stowed
them away in her purse.
   Quite a nice place.  Three bedrooms, decent kitchen, large living room,
big dining room, huge den, large front and back porches and good-sized
front and back yards.
   The attached garage had a Volvo station wagon.  Nana told us, _"No
old-fart Cadillac boat for me!"_ Eileen said she'd driven it a lot and it
had been in excellent shape.
   Eileen showed us what had been her room.  It was neat and feminine with
clothes in the closet.  She and Nana exclaimed over stuff while I nosed
around the rest of the place.
   The roof and rain gutters looked fine.  The trim outside could use a
touch up, but the siding paint looked fine.  _Inspecting_ the plumbing and
drains, I decided it was fine; might want to run a plumbing snake through
the drains, but they were manageable for a while.
   The electric had been upgraded to breakers and had 200-amp service to
the breaker box.  Not shabby at all for fifty years old!
   The driveway was good, the garage door and all the other doors were
good. Most of the floors were hardwood.  Some spots looked a bit worn but a
minor refinish job could take care of that.
   The kitchen was decently modern with a fairly new gas stove and oven, a
dishwasher, garbage disposal and an overhead pan rack.  Even not being a
cook, I appreciated it.
   The den was huge; it was sparsely-furnished with a table, chair, a
laptop computer and five large filing cabinets.  One wall had a large
bookshelf stuffed with books and magazines.
   The living room was neatly furnished.  There were plenty of pictures
around; a lot looked like Eileen.  From the ages, they were of Eileen, her
parents, Nana and some even older ones.
   There was a brass urn, too.  It was engraved, "Margaret Gallagher
Sullivan July 10, 1912 - December 17, 2005." Obvious what it was.
   Over all, give it a minor dusting and one could move right in.
   I rejoined the ladies.  Nana took us to her old room.  Not an "old
lady's" room by any stretch.  Bright, airy and neat.  Marge said, _"I think
Susan Wright from down the street straightened things up after I was gone.
Hmm.  Open that closet.  There's a safe under the carpet."_
   Somehow (grin) Eileen knew the combination and opened it up.  She pulled
out several jewelry boxes and lots of other papers.
   Nana said, _"Snapper, all the jewelry's yours.  Let's take a quick
look."_
   There was lots of it.  Not a bit of junk anywhere except for a few
pieces Nana said were just for fun anyway.
   Eileen opened a large flat case.  There was a matching emerald necklace,
earrings, several finger rings and a brooch.  Completely beautiful.  Nana
told us, _"These were *my* great-grandmother's and are at least 200 years
old.  My great-grandmother, grandmother, mother, I and your mother were all
married wearing them._
   _"The only reason I didn't give them to you for your wedding is because
they would have been overwhelming given your and Frank's then-current
financial condition.  They're yours now from your mother, Snapper, and
maybe someday you'll give them to your daughter for her wedding.  Hint,
hint."_
   Eileen and Nana cried a little.  Even I felt teary-eyed.
   Nana told us, _"I think the rest of the stuff is a good project with the
Cullen Sisters.  We can have one hell of a hen party."_
   They immediately decided to have a Friday-morning bash.
   We put almost everything back in the safe.  Nana said the papers were
family-tree papers like marriage certificates, birth certificates, lineage
trees, special photographs, that sort of stuff.  We kept out a medical
policy and the Volvo insurance papers; they'd been paid with auto-drafts
from Nana's checking account so they were current.
   We wrapped up for now.  We decided to hit the hospital first then come
back to visit the neighbors and for the Volvo.  There was plenty of parking
in the hotel garage for it; being an owner had its perks.
   At the hospital, we tracked down the right office and collected all the
correct forms for the insurance.  After a little inquiry, they coughed up
some bills for Nana's very short stay; we matched them with the insurance
policy from Nana's place and got those forms, too.
   On the way back towards the hotel, we dropped by the DMV and got change
of address papers for Eileen.  We decided to leave the Volvo registration
as it was for now until we decided what to do with the house.
   We had a nice lunch at Sizzlers then headed home.  Bridget got her
liquid lunch in the sling while Eileen and I filled out the insurance claim
forms for her stuff and Nana's last brief stay.
   Finally done; I got them in envelopes and trotted down to the front desk
just in time to get them in the outgoing mail.  Mail was in (usually the
concierge had mine brought up; another perk) so I took it with me.
   I handed an envelope to Eileen.  "It's from Shane's Shop.  Betcha it's
your paycheck."
   It was and there was one for me, too, for $150.  That was for 20 hours
after taxes.  What the heck, buys a nice dinner!
   Eileen had gotten all the paperwork put away and the place was in good
shape.
   Marge said, _"I'm rested and well fed.  I don't know about you, but
*I*'m up for a little mattress pounding before we head out again!"_
   We felt up for it.  Yeh, no weight on the wrists, watch the ribs and all
that, but we found knees and elbows or knees and shoulders worked just
dandy.  So dandy, in fact, we _felt_ the security manager come by the door
checking out several reports of a screaming woman.  Marge fed him _very
satisfied woman_ thoughts, and he hot-footed it back to report to Sam.
   We dozed for a while then took a quick shower.  There were a few wet
spots and a bit of spilt milk on the sheets, but Eileen had controlled
herself well enough the bed wasn't all askew.  Her panties had ended up on
the chandelier, though.  *I* didn't do it -- this time.
   I took along a small steno pad for notes and we walked the blocks around
the Olive Tree Lane house.  Nana and Eileen knew almost everyone; Nana a
bit better since Eileen had spent so much time in college then had moved
out to be with Frank.
   I carried Bridget and the diaper bag while Eileen played the
granddaughter.  No sweat; Bridget could make herself literally as light as
a feather.
   We'd walk up to a house, Nana would fill us in with the "dirt" (usually
quite nice) about the people then we'd talk with them.  If Nana told us a
guy was "virile" or a woman was "sexy" we caught the hint in a hurry. 
These people seemed particularly sad or sorry about her -- and there were
twenty-five of them.
   They almost all knew Eileen quite well and were very happy to meet
Nana's great-granddaughter.  Bridget had a great time laying baby-love on
them!
   Anyway, we told them we were arranging an Irish wake for Margaret
Sullivan for a couple Saturdays from tomorrow.  If they were interested, I
make a note and told them I'd send them information.
   Nana had known *lot* of people; we spent five hours going around
visiting, and that was just in the immediate neighborhood!  I had notations
for fifty people who were interested in the wake.
   Eileen and Marge started making bets about halfway through as to which
people would know me or about me (they all knew Eileen of course).  I guess
the bowler stood out a bit; the thirty or so business I was associated with
around Altadena probably employed (or were owned by) several hundred people
who knew The Hat, so I wasn't really surprised.
   It was getting along towards evening when we finished up the people in
walking distance so we headed back to the house.  We decided Eileen would
use the phone tomorrow to contact the others in Nana's address book.
   The Volvo started right up so I transferred the special child seat with
all the accessories to it.  By the way, I still have a few of those
pedestrian rights in the Bay Area available; contact me at
SQCullen@CullenEnt.com.
   I told Eileen and Marge, "I'm gonna do some quick stop-bys at a few
places then I'll meet you back at the hotel.  You two rest for a bit then
we'll decide about dinner."
   I knew exactly where to stop (one of my sold businesses).  I'd already
checked it out remotely a couple days ago; they had exactly what I wanted
so I was in and out in twenty minutes.  I could have stayed a lot longer
talking shop, but I had two wonderful ladies to attend to.
   We did a light dinner at the hotel restaurant.  As we ate, we _talked_
with Teresa and Maura about getting together tomorrow at Olive Tree Lane.
They were more than willing to get together, go over Nana's stuff and
gossip (Oops!  That's "Enjoy intense conversations of an intimate
nature.").
   If I knew them, they'd be concentrating on getting Eileen and me
together.  Eileen, Marge and I decided we'd just string them along for a
while.
   We'd found someone else couldn't _look_ at something we had if we simply
tucked it aside right out in the open.  If that sounds contradictory, it's
not.  It's more like looking for a name on a map.  Most people can scour it
inch by inch and find it.  But, if it's in large letters spread over a foot
or so they go right by; it's so obvious it's overlooked.
   In fact, we found we could pretty much block out casual _looks_ with a
little concentration.  It's good to have a bit of privacy while you're
plotting!
   We decided we'd do some study in the morning then meet them around 10:00
at Olive Tree Lane.  For the moment, getting Nana's stuff straightened
around quickly had a bit more priority.
   Every one "signed off" and we made an early night of it.
   Nana had been right.  Laying on one's side in a 69 is very unstressful.
By the time we put in a few gentle supporting _touches_ it was like
floating in a cloud.  Only thing is, I don't know of any cloud which has a
pink lining inside the softest red down imaginable topped with a fluffy
jungle of fire and dispensing nectar of the gods.  What I missed the first
pass got caught up in the down so I could savor it later.  That cute, very
sensitive pucker near it was a wonderful bonus!
   Marge gave Eileen and me soft kisses and loving caresses all over. 
Eileen lost interest in my tool after fifteen minutes because she couldn't
breathe around it too well.  Getting flooded by a warm climax every couple
minutes isn't conducive to concentration on other things.
   Yeh, another pair of wet lacy panties ended up on the chandelier.
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   EILEEN (Friday 5/5)
   We got up pretty early; we'd slept *really* well for whatever reason. 
Margie and I made Sean take his own shower; no time for fooling around. 
Tomorrow morning...  different story.
   Marge and I tried out our hands in the kitchenette.  Worked out quite
well, actually.  Sean had gotten a gas line run (owner's perk) and had a
small gas stove.  Yes!  Bacon, eggs, English muffins, orange juice, fried
potatoes; the standard breakfast fare -- lots of it.
   Sean told us not to do much cleanup; Kate would have another person come
in and do that.  Okay by us!
   Margie and I hit the books.  We started with the first of the detailed
manuals on establishing or setting up a business.  Hmm, everything college
left out.
   Sean worked on his emails and newsletters while we studied.  He'd break
off every so often and give us a checkout like he'd done before.  We made
very nice progress!
   We got ready, took off and met the Cullen Sisters at Nana's place.  Nana
gave them the two-bit tour, and we settled in while Sean did a detailed
inspection of the structure, plumbing, electrical and that sort of stuff.
Somewhere in all that business studying he'd picked up a good working
knowledge of construction codes.
   Sean had called a cleaning service yesterday; we had three cleaners show
up.  They did dusting, mopping and straightening so the place would be
presentable and livable.
   Nana guided us to lots of stuff I vaguely remembered.  I'd used Mom's
wedding dress for Frank and me, but there were also three others carefully
stored away.  We went wild over them!
   Teresa and Maura kept saying how wonderful I'd look in any of them; Nana
and I would laugh and tell them, "Some day Bridget will fit in them.  No
hurry right now."
   Dayum!  Almost all Nana's clothes fit me pretty good.  I'd left a lot of
mine here when I'd gone to live with Frank so that gave me a *ton* of
stuff. Shoes, hats and gorgeous lingerie (Nana told us, _"Lots of my
friends liked it -- and liked taking it off!"_).  Clothes from very formal
(pale green strapless with no back down to the crack and a train ten feet
long) to tiny leather and denim greyhound skirts and nipple tops.  Yum!
   Both Teresa and Maura were pretty much my size, too.  We could have
spent days trying it all on.
   We sorted out paperwork; I set most of the financial stuff aside to have
Sheila look at it later today.
   We discussed the wake.  Every once in a while we'd just start laughing
and couldn't stop for a while -- Nana was pulling a real-life Tom Sawyer
and going to her own "funeral!"
   Anyway, we decided a couple Saturdays after tomorrow would probably work
out.  Patrick reserved the banquet room at the Tavern (tough schedule but
someone else had just cancelled out), and we passed around assignments. 
The Tavern would have the open bar and supply food; the rest of us would do
the invitations and handle the wake itself.  We decided to do a bit more
planning over the weekend.
   Since lots of Nana's friends around here were somewhat elderly, we
decided to rent a couple busses to pick up and return them to the area. 
That'd keep drunken old people off the streets!
   I went through the rest of Nana's address book and called everyone else
Sean and I hadn't talked with on Thursday.  About 80% were very interested
in a wake (especially when I talked about free transportation, free food
and free booze), so I made copious notes.
   I hadn't heard back from Frank's sister yet so we put aside any plans
for a memorial service or such until then.  We'd made no friends (except
for Sharon) because Frank had been so withdrawn, so it looked like only his
sister, Sharon and us.
   One thing we'd found when we'd gone around the neighborhood was we were
getting pretty sensitive to outside emotions and thoughts.  Even just
sitting inside the house _felt_ noisy.  Maura and Teresa said they were
experiencing the same thing, especially with the kids.  Teresa said, "Makes
for quite a bit of distraction at times."
   We worked out a filter of some sort which we could turn up or down.  It
was kinda like a radio squelch; only stuff above a certain intensity could
get through.
   Then with a little more practice we found we could filter out stuff
selectively, just like you get used to routine traffic noises outside the
house.  Things quieted down a lot after that.
   We went through the entire house inspecting and talking.  Nana told us,
_"This was the way *I* liked it.  It's your place now, Snapper, so you make
it how *you* like it."_
   The Cullen Sisters put us to a Question, "You and Bridget gonna live
here, Eileen?  Or are you gonna live in sin with a man of very questionable
hat morals?"
   Jaysus!  I told them, "Things are still very fluid, girls.  Nana bought
this place new over 50 years ago so to some extent it's the ancestral home.
It looks in top shape and by the end of today will be livable again.
   "Sean's helping me and Bridget out right now until I'm healed up.  We've
got a business relationship that looks as if it'll work extremely well no
matter what our personal relationship is.
   "As to our personal relationship, that's undecided, probably until
things are healed up.  Until then, we'll probably continue as we are.  He's
made no demands on us, and I haven't had to beat him or fend him off --
yet. We've no actual commitments among us except to respect each other."
   All right, then; enough for today.  We had an appointment with Sheila
around 4:30 then a Tavern night.  Maura told me, "You're singing with us
tonight, Eileen.  No dancing for you yet, but Bridget and Sean can do their
piece."
   Okay.  It was my word against thousands of theirs.
   Sheila was right on time.  Yeh, I remembered her.  She was a really
pretty Hispanic lady, 25 years old and quite single.
   I got her in and sitting around the desk/table in the sitting room then
brought in Bridget for her introduction.  Bridget laid it on so thick we
thought Sheila would die; Bridget laughed, kicked, laid on a lot of
baby-kisses and rooted around Sheila's boobs real good looking for milk. 
Sheila was dayum near crying after a few minutes.
   Margie said, _"Hmm, *great* rack, pretty lady and some Talent here,
Eileen.  I think we need a new addition to the harem!"_
   _"Behave yourself, woman!  She's here on business."_
   _"Okay, okay, okay!  But after we're done...  maybe she'd like to come
to the Tavern with us tonight -- and maybe spend the night here."_
   Devil!  I told her to stop tempting me then I _told_ Sean to come in and
say hi.  He popped in through the joining door and grinned.  Sheila looked
at him and cried, "Sean!  What are you doing naked?  No hat?"
   He told her, "If I wear it too much in here, she beats me.  Wanna see
*my* bruises?"
   I Irished him good while Margie and Sheila laughed.  Sheila looked back
and forth between Sean and me with the clockwork ticking away.  It didn't
take Talent to figure out what she was thinking.
   Sean told us, "I'll be next door."
   I said, "You should stay; I may need advice."
   He said, "You don't need my advice.  *You*'re her client, not *us*, and
she'll do what's right for you.  Make your own decisions; you're completely
capable of it.  If you need plain information, that's a different story."
   He left us alone.
   First thing Sheila did was hand me a check for $250,000 for the life
insurance death benefit.  "All they needed to do was call the Coroner's
Office.  Now, we need to update your life insurance policy then figure out
what to do with the check."
   She dug out a policy change form.  She dropped Frank's rider and added a
child rider for Bridget.  We changed the beneficiary to Sean "in trust for
Bridget M.  McLennan" and increased my coverage to $250K.  She said, "At
$55 a month, that'll give you $250K coverage for 25 years; the Increasing
Benefits Rider you already have will give you an additional 10% each year
for five years with no medical exam.  So, Heaven forbid, if anything
happens to you in the next couple years, Bridget should be in reasonable
financial shape until she's 25." Sounded good to me.
   I dug out all Nana's financial papers, her will, Frank's will and all
our financial stuff and we went over it all.
   Shit, Nana had stuff stashed away all over.  She told me, _"My estate
lawyer 'buddy' figured it all out."_ Mutual funds, CDs, money markets, a
paid-up annuity with a $375K death benefit -- all in addition to the $30K
checking account and all with me as either the beneficiary or joint owner.
   We did a consolidation of the money markets into one, set up a Roth IRA
for me ("Fully fund it each year -- at 7% you'll have over $980K when
you're ready to retire at 69 or so; after inflation.") an educational IRA
for Bridget ("Won't cover everything, but every tax-advantaged fund
helps.") and dropped the insurance benefits check into a balanced
allocation fund (medium-term).
   Sheila said, "The Olive Tree Lane house has been paid off for over 20
years.  You looking at living in it?"
   I trotted out the spiel I'd given Teresa and Maura.  She said, "Well,
I'd recommend you just hold onto it for a while.  Since it's appreciating,
all it's really costing you is utilities, taxes and routine maintenance. 
Plus, you have a wonderful start on something very few people have; an
ancestral home."
   All good, all great.  I _called_ Sean back in.  We _talked_ real quick
and he asked Sheila, "Would you like to come to dinner with us tonight at
the Tavern?  You already know my sisters and their families, of course, but
there's been several other families coming in lately you might be able to
help plus we've got a couple new employees with families; we'll introduce
you around.  Our treat, of course."
   Sheila accepted promptly.  She asked, "Dress?"
   Margie piped up, _"Or undress later; she's yummy!"_ Sean and I almost
lost it but held it in.
   I told her, "Simple business casual for you.  Sean, Bridget and I will
dress up 'cause we've got a gig to do there."
   She agreed to meet us there around 6:30 and took off with all the papers
we'd worked on -- quite a stack at the end.
   Sean, Margie and I snogged for a while then it was time to get ready for
dinner.  We decided on what to wear (no leprechaun tonight, thank you), and
he trotted off to get dressed.
   I wanted to wear one of the Little Black Dresses I'd "discovered" in a
closet.  Fuck!  With my milk in, my boobs were up another cup size.  That
pushed the front of the dress out too much and my bra showed plainly.
   Margie said, _"Honey, you don't need a bra.  Let's see what it looks
like without one."_
   I thought it was still too much.  Yeh, no bra showing all right, but the
opening still went below my boobs; every time I moved, a boob fell out. 
And they drooped.  Dayum!
   Margie laughed, _"Honey, you'll be a hit!  Use a few touches to keep the
dress pulled down inside your breasts, and you'll do fine.  Now use touches
to lift a little, push 'em together a bit and you've got wonderful cleavage
that looks delicious without being slutty.  Sean will have a coronary when
he sees it; your nipples look divine, and every man around will want to
dine on peaches and cream."_
   Definite advantage, having some Talent.  We ended up with a soft
flexible _touch_ inside each breast to lift them an inch and push them
together some.  Everything wobbled just a little, and my boobs looked like
they'd fall out any second.  I loved it!
   Margie produced a pair of baby bloomers.  They were a light green
micro-weave with dark shamrocks woven into the pattern.  We found her an
infant's equivalent to a LBD and slipped it on.  Pop on our pearls and
black shoes, brush our hair, _touch_ on the black bowlers, tweak my nipples
up, pop up her cuties (private show only), and we were ready to wreak some
havoc.
   Chapter 9
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   {4}*Claddagh Rings*
   from Wikipedia
   The ring's distinctive design features two hands clasping a heart
surmounted by a crown.  The elements of this symbol are often said to
correspond to the qualities of friendship (the hands), loyalty (the crown)
and love (the heart) that are said to combine in a good marriage.
   The way that a claddagh ring is worn on the hand is usually intended to
convey some indication of the wearer's romantic availability.  It is
generally true that if the ring is on the right hand with the heart facing
towards the hand [crown is towards the fingertip], indicates that the
person wearing the ring is in a serious relationship (his/her heart is
closed).
   A ring worn on the right hand, with the heart outward, away from the
hand, [crown is towards the wrist] the person wearing the ring is not in
any serious relationship (the heart is open).  A claddagh worn on the left
hand with the heart toward the hand indicates marriage.  The other
orientation (heart outward) may indicate nothing, widowhood, or being
engaged.
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   SEAN (Friday evening 5/5)
   No green tonight; well, I could handle it.  Black suit with
slightly-shiny lapels (almost a tux), grey shirt, grey bow tie, black
patent-leather shoes and black bowler.  Fine by me.
   I dug out the goodies I'd gotten the day before and waited as patiently
as I could.
   Around 5:45 they _called_ me in to pack Bridget's "formal" boogie bag. I
got one look at them then my knees went weak and my heart fluttered.
   LBDs.  Eileen had a string of pearls with a small pendant which led the
eye directly to her divine peaches and cream cleavage; her breasts looked
directly at me and wobbled every time she moved.  The rest of the dress
seemed to cling then reluctantly let go.  Wonderful hips and legs.  That
dress looked like it would fall off any moment.
   Marge had a similar LBD.  No real cleavage, of course, but she had her
cuties popped up (_"Just for you, Sean."_) and looked like $500 million. 
There was so much "sexy woman" radiating from the two of them it probably
filled the entire hotel.
   I whimpered, "You two trying to kill people?  We'll have to have an
ambulance on standby tonight."
   They flushed a little and looked even sexier.  Think a nineteen-week-old
girl can't look sexy?  Marge was proof positive.  Be Jaysus!  Yeh, I'd seen
them both in the pelt a lot, but this made me want to howl at the moon with
love and lust.
   I tried to show them how I felt with gentle hugs and kisses (don't muss
the dresses or the hair!), firm sprit-hugs and a wonderful _blending_; my
heart melted inside me and gave me the strength to continue.
   "My loves.  My darling ladies.  Margaret, Bridget, Nana, you have my
heart forever.  You are my Princess, my best girl.  Yes, we know there
won't be a physical relationship for perhaps a long time, but I want you to
wear this to show the world some hint of my love for you."
   I gave Margaret a small claddagh ring.  The hands, crown and band were
platinum, the heart a ruby and the crown had tiny diamonds.  "Wear it as
you will, my love; the choice is yours."
   Her eyes got really big; she and Eileen gasped and teared up.  Margaret
hugged me really tight (strong girl!), kissed me hard (not a baby kiss at
all) and told me, _"I love you, Sean.  Our love will change and grow over
the years; I will probably love others too, but you will always be the
Prince who brought me from the deep fog of forgetfulness to the shining sun
of life and love.  I will wear this with pride to show the world my love
for you."_
   She put it on her right ring finger with the heart facing her.  Best
Girl!  My Princess!  We three hugged each other again and wept gentle tears
of happiness.
   I told Eileen, "You are my Queen, my best lady, my great love.  Others
may consider this much too soon, but it is for you to decide.  With you, I
feel complete; there are now places in me and my heart filled I never knew
were empty.
   "Please wear this ring as you will, it is but a small piece of the love
I have for you.  When it is time, I ask you to marry me, be my true Queen
and join with me for ages to come."
   Her ring was larger and a bit more ornate since there was room to work.
Platinum, ruby and diamonds glittered.  Her eyes streamed with tears while
she told me, "Sean, you are my King.  As you did your Princess, you brought
me from a world of confusion and uncertainty into the light of a love I
never imagined could exist.  Even now, I have no memory of a love even a
tenth as deep as we've felt together.
   "I will wear this ring with heartfelt pride and love.  My mourning is
over; I will wed with you.  There may be troubled times ahead for the world
and our lives, but there never will be trouble in our love.  Thank you for
coming into our lives and showing us the goodness and love inside all our
hearts."
   She too put her ring on her right ring finger with the heart facing her.
She wept.  "Soon I will wear it on my left hand; my pride in you knows no
bounds and our joy will endure through eons of lives yet to come."
   Our emotions were too strong for physical expression.  We had to hug
each other quietly while our tears of love flowed and mingled together the
same way we did outside and through our bodies.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Not much more I can say about it.  I would have thought that much
emotion coming out would have drained us, but we were stronger and more
alive for it.
   Okay, back to "business." Bridget's "formal" boogie bag was simply a
black diaper bag.  Sean checked it over while I looked in the mirror,
repaired tear damage and Margie hovered beside me.
   She told me, _"Our man is one above the trillions.  Maybe we should put
off bringing Sheila home tonight." Grin._
   "Devil-woman!  Horny old broad!"
   _"Yeh!  Fun, huh?"_
   It was.  We dropped down to the lobby then strolled over to talk with
Phil.  Of course I knew how to model-walk and I gave him all I had.  He
looked at Margie and me, turned a bit pale and said, "And I've gotta be
married.  Ladies, I'll turn on the police scanner and listen for the riot
call."
   Good start.  We told him we'd be back sometime.  "Don't wait up for us."
   We didn't talk at all on the way; physically it wouldn't have been
possible because our shit-eating grins just wouldn't quit.
   Margie whispered to us, _"My loves, we are going to be so *good*
together."_
   We got there in good time (light traffic).  Margie told me, _"Okay,
honey, just smile your million-watt smile, hold your tits and dress up like
you are now, relax everything else and do the model walk.  We'll give 'em
all heart attacks -- men and women."_
   Dayum!  I hoped I hadn't leaked enough to make a wet spot on the back of
my dress.
   We let the valet take the car and went inside for our grand entrance. 
Both the valet (18 years old) and the doorman (82 years) almost had heart
failure.  YES!
   ------
   SEAN
   I carried Marge and the boogie bag while I followed Eileen.  We left a
trail of sudden silences, dropped jaws, sprained eyes and tremendous
admiration as we went to our table.
   I had a very "hard" time watching where I was going; my eyes kept
drifting back to Eileen's subtly-swaying derriere.  Even from behind I
swore that dress would fall off with every movement.
   The Nolans (Maura, John and family) and the Bardons (Teresa, Patrick and
family) were already there.  As Eileen went up to the table, eight adult
eyes and ten younger eyes stared.  Eileen smiled even wider, said, "Hi,
guys!" and sat in the chair I held for her.
   She leaned forward so I could push in the chair; eighteen eyes waited
(and eight hoped) for her dress to fall off.  It didn't.
   Maura said, "Jaysus, you're gorgeous tonight, Eileen.  Doesn't she clean
up real good, Teresa?"
   Teresa said, "Sure does.  Bridget there is a sexy young thing in her own
right, too."
   The four ladies exchanged laughs and smiles.
   I sat Marge on the table right next to Eileen.  Teresa's EverAlert eye
caught the glittering going on.  It was hard to miss; Eileen and Marge had
their hands extended for them to see.
   The Cullen Sisters shrieked then clapped their hands over their mouths.
They immediately gave the rings close inspections, ooed and awed, Jaysused
and, in general, admired the hell out of them.
   Maura said, "Powder room!" She, Teresa, Marge and Eileen giggled their
way off.
   John and Patrick grinned at me.  John said, "You do know how to make an
entrance, Sean."
   I protested, "Not me!  It was my lovely ladies who're the attraction.  I
was just the chauffeur this evening."
   Patrick grinned.  "Yeh, right.  I suppose those two rings just happened
to fall out of the sky, and the ladies had the passing fancy to slip them
on."
   I closed my eyes for a moment, sighed, and told them, "They've become my
life; my heart can no longer contain the love I have for them.  Now maybe
Teresa and Maura will back off a little."
   Pat asked, "Is this 'just' a serious relationship or an actual
engagement?"
   I smiled hugely, "Eileen's agreed to become my wife.  If Margaret --
Bridget -- were physically older, I'd wed her too in less than a
heartbeat."
   They contemplated that a few moments.  John grinned.  "Well, now the
Cullen Sisters have a wedding to plan.  They'll still be all over you,
Sean."
   "Maybe.  If I'm real lucky, I'll divert them to Eileen and Margaret."
   Patrick said, "Don't count on that totally.  Margaret?"
   I knew Maura and Teresa had told them about Nana; I _explained_ the
different personae Bridget was using.  They agreed it made complete sense.
   Ah, there was Sheila.  I'd had Patrick pass the word to the maitre d so
she'd get VIP service when she came.  Of course, John and Patrick knew her;
she'd stopped by last month and updated their financial analysis.
   I gave her a little hug; she's a favorite people.  I asked, "Got plenty
of cards and your notepad?  Ready to go prospecting?"
   She smiled widely.  "You betcha!"
   I escorted her around the dining room.  I spotted several families who'd
shown up several times so I figured they knew me by now.  I introduced her:
"Hello.  I'm Sean Cullen -- my sisters' families run this place." They'd
introduce themselves.  "This is Sheila.  She's in the business of helping
families become more comfortable and in control of their finances.  She
also helps people become wealthy!  I recommend her highly."
   I'd step back and let Sheila take over the conversation.  Usually it
took only a minute or so as she gave out a couple cards and took their name
and number to contact them later.
   I took her around to the new employees I knew had families and did the
same.  Many of the employees who'd been here over a couple months had
already met her and she'd already been able to help several of them.  All
good people!
   In the half-hour we'd been gone, the ladies had gotten back from the
powder room.  Eileen had handed Bridget off to the nieces and nephews; she
was making the rounds dispensing hugs, kisses, cuddles and lots of good
will.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Teresa and Maura hauled Margie and me off to the powder room for a
"conference." They almost cried when we told them how he'd given the rings
to us, but they held up.
   Next on the interrogation list: "So how long have you two been at it?"
Very subtle, these two.
   I told them, "We've all been playing around since last Wednesday night.
I tend to get, em, a bit, em, carried away so still have to be quite
careful.  Margie helps me -- and adds her own loving to us."
   "Margie?"
   Margie went over her personae with them.  They nodded; Teresa said, "Not
bad.  Pretty good for an 'old person.'" We laughed.
   They were very interested in how "good" Sean had been.  Margie and I
picked up they had a lot more interest in it beyond "Did he treat me
right?" Jaysus!  They'd it hidden pretty well, but *they* had the hots for
him, too!
   Margie and I laughed.  I told them, "Fuckin' aye the most righteous
shaggings I've ever had.  Mind you, we're still holding back quite a lot
but still...  That's physically.  Get about a 30% _join_ among the three of
us, and we _share_ the sensations.  With feedback like that, we know
exactly how we're affecting the other.  Toss in _sharing_ our emotions...
You can guess how good even the most gentle loving is."
   We gave them a quick image of a couple of those sweet memories.  They
trickled tears.
   Next they demanded to know how my boobs stayed up without a bra; they'd
seen it all before and knew they weren't *that* upstanding.  I told them,
"Margie suggested it.  Use a flexible _touch_ inside, in my case about a
third of the actual volume.  Move it up, down, in, out, however and of
course the rest follows right along.  Since it's inside and flexible, the
outside just 'acts naturally' so it can wobble around.  I think they gave
Sean heart failure when he saw the results."
   Margie added, _"Of course having her dress almost falling off didn't
hurt, either.  A few little touches handle everything.  If she let them go,
it *would* fall off -- or at least the top would.  Show 'em, honey."_
   I let the touches on my dress go; it promptly gaped open and slid down
my arms.  I wiggled my shoulders back and forth a few times; it had the
desired wobbly effect on my boobs.
   They immediately wanted to do the same thing.  They stripped off their
bras, unbuttoned to the middle of their stomachs and _touched_ their boobs.
   Very nice!  I'd done my share of girl-girl in college and had enjoyed it
very much, thank you.  So, Margie and I were pretty quick to pick up
*their* interest, too.  Hmm, maybe...
   ------
   SEAN
   When they got back from the powder room conference, the Cullen Sisters
ensured Sheila got a close look at the new rings and that she knew exactly
what they meant when worn that way.  Both pretended to glare at me (or was
it pretend?).
   Maura said, "Sean, you are in *so* much trouble.  You kept spinning us
this tale of 'just friends' and now you're engaged.  You're gonna pay for
that for a *long* time."
   What could I say except, "Yes, ma'ams."
   Something was different about them; I looked them over.  Dayum, while in
the powder room, they'd taken off their bras and unbuttoned their blouses
*way* down.  We suddenly had four more provocatively-displayed, wonderfully
perky, freckled and wobbly breasts to admire and some wonderful freckled
cleavage to ogle.
   I steered John and Patrick's attention to the new treasures on display.
They were _very_ intrigued -- there was *no* doubt what they had in mind
for later tonight.
   I figured I could get in a few points for my side so I very overtly
ogled and admired the goodies.  They pretended to glare at me but flushed a
little; I could _feel_ their pride in looking even sexier than before.
   I don't usually consider my gorgeous sisters in a sexual context, but
they looked and _felt_ so dayum good!  I told them (and made sure the rest
of the adult family heard), _"Hmm.  Looks like I need to do some hands-on
research on this new process that seems to be 'popping up'."_
   The four of them were leaking thoughts and emotions all over us -- hot
shit!  They were in a *very* close four-way relationship!  Hell, they'd
lived next door to each other for years -- no wonder they all got along so
well together!
   They were *not* aware they were leaking; apparently Eileen's, Marge's
and my couple-day's head start gave us a little edge.
   Teresa glared at me.  _"Lover Boy, if we took you up on that you'd
back-pedal so fast you'd fall over.  You'd better be willing to put your
money where your mouth is."_
   Eileen, Marge and I exchanged glances and a few quick thoughts.  Marge
told us, _"We've got two hot babes here.  They've got the major hots for
Lover Boy, *and* they're very interested in checking out our lady Eileen --
very up close and very personal."_
   Eileen told me, _"Call their bluff.  I'm ready to back it up, and I know
Margie is, too."_
   Time to call the cards and see if they'd fold.  I told Maura and Teresa,
_"I know *exactly* where I want to put my mouth."_ I stared at their bosoms
and cocked an eyebrow.
   They were a little too slow on the uptake.  Eileen promptly told them,
_"You two, us three.  Tomorrow afternoon at 1:00.  My place.  We'll provide
lunch.  Be prepared to get nekkid."_
   For once in the last 20 years they weren't quite sure what to say.  John
and Patrick, of course, had _listened_; they were almost having seizures
from holding back their laughter.
   Poor Sheila; she was just sensitive enough to realize something was
going on.  She'd picked up right away Teresa and Maura were bra-less. 
After that, all she knew was that *something* was going on.
   The kids hadn't the foggiest; they were playing with Bridget.  Besides,
they were used to these particular adults doing odd things.
   John and Pat controlled themselves somewhat.  Like me, they were very
used to being on the receiving end of the Cullen Sisters' jabs.
   John choked out, "Pat and I'll take the kids to Knott's Berry Farm
tomorrow.  That leaves you two free the entire afternoon and evening -- and
overnight if needed."
   Patrick said, "It'll let the ringing in our ears calm down.  All we've
heard for almost two weeks now is Eileen and Sean this or Eileen, Bridget
and Sean that."
   Teresa and Maura blushed (or was that flushed) down to their
(delightful) cleavage.  Four delicious-looking nipples popped up hard.
   Maura finally got out, "By the way, we've got a wake to finish planning
and a wedding to start planning.  How about we get together tomorrow around
1:00, Eileen?  Your place?"
Good public save.  Let 'em simmer in their own juices.  Eileen smirked
and said, "Yeh.  Lots of, em, 'planning' to do.  1:00 is fine.  We'll order
lunch."
   Teresa took a deep breath and said, "We'd better order here; we've got a
little over an hour before we're on."
   Marge told Eileen and me, _"Well, we'd better save your strength.  Looks
like Sheila gets the night off -- this time."_
   ------
   SEAN
   Dinner was excellent, as always.  Bosoms stayed woobly, cleavages stayed
flushed and nipples stayed up.  Dayum!
   Every time Eileen leaned forward to take a bite or something, we prayed
for her dress to fall down.  No such luck.
   Every time Teresa or Maura moved, a nipple threatened to slip out and
look around.  No such luck.
   Bridget got her dinner too.  She and Eileen had it coordinated so well
we only caught a flash of areola; they're good!
   Time for our gig.  Sheila told us, "I'll keep an eye on these five.  We
won't have any trouble, *will we*?" She gave the kids a stern "mom" look;
she had several younger siblings and knew exactly what kind of mischief
they could get into.  The kids pretended to cower in fear before her gaze
and whimpered, "No *ma'am*!"
   We trooped up to the stage; I carried Marge and followed three other
delightfully-twitchy female butts.  I was glad my pants were cut pretty
loose.  John and Patrick joined us this time so we had a full choir.
   I introduced everyone then said, "Most of you know me by now.  I'd like
to announce to all you friends that Eileen McLennan has consented to be my
wife, and Bridget McLennan has volunteered to stay on with us to ensure I
behave."
   Eileen and Margie held up their rings proudly.  Even from the very back
of the room people could see the sparkle.
   Very nice round of applause; I gestured to the ladies and they smiled so
hard Eileen's molars shown.
   We sang, we danced (except Eileen; maybe next time), we cracked jokes
and acted the maggot.  I'd prearranged with the musicians for a couple
special songs for me to sing to my ladies.
   I sang "Bridget Flynn" to my best girl.  She smiled smiled smiled,
kicked her legs, and when it was done she held out her arms.
   As I snuggled her really close, she hugged me hard, put lots of kisses
all over my face and told me, _"I'll always have an eye for you, my
Prince."_
   I think the audience appreciated it because we saw several handkerchiefs
and napkins around eyes.
   I wasn't done yet; there was another song so I could display my love for
my best lady.  I _linked_ more with her and Margie so they could _feel_ my
heart; we let it leak a bit to the audience.
   ------
   ("I Love You Because" by Jim Reeves, 1964)
   I love you because you understand, dear, every single thing I try to do.
You're always there to lend a helping hand, dear.  I love you most of all
because you're you.
   No matter what the world may say about me, I know your love will always
see me through.  I love you for the way you never doubt me, but most of all
I love you 'cause you're you.
   I love you because my heart is lighter, every time I'm walking by your
side.  I love you because the future's brighter, the door to happiness you
open wide.  No matter what may be the style or season, I know your heart
will always be true.  I love you for a hundred thousand reasons, but most
of all I love you 'cause you're you
   ------
   We were all crying a little when I was done.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Jaysus!  He sang his heart out to me in front of everyone then kissed
me. I almost fainted it was so good.  I had to steal his handkerchief to
dry Margie's and my tears.
   I'd made my own musical arrangements.  Teresa and Maura harmonized with
me on the "today, tomorrow and forever."
   ------
   ("Today, Tomorrow and Forever" by Patsy Cline.  Written by Don Reid,
1957)
   How warm is the love in my heart for you As warm as the sun in the sky
of blue How long will it shine if you say you're mine Today, tomorrow and
forever
   How strong was my love from the very start How long will it last in my
happy heart How much would I cry if we'd ever part Today, tomorrow and
forever
   'Cause if you weren't there to share my love Who cares if the sky should
fall For anyone can see how much you mean to me You're my life, my love, my
very all And as long as the tides of the ocean flow As long as the trees
and the flowers grow So long, oh my love, will I love you so Today,
tomorrow and forever.
   ------
   We all cried for happiness.  Life was good.
   ------
   We left about a half hour later.  We all hugged Sheila and thanked her
for coming to help people.  Margie'd been right; she did have a nice rack.
   I gave a parting shot to Maura and Teresa, _"1:00 then.  Make sure you
wear something that comes off quick."_ John and Pat thought it hilarious;
they were still getting arm punches when we left.
   I called down the lunch order for tomorrow afternoon.  We quickly did
our evening washups, stripped down and got into bed.  Margie and I promptly
snugged up *really* close to Lover Boy.  I told him, "Sweetie, Monday
night's a week for the ribs.  You're gonna get sooo laid.  We're gonna do
at least three hours of fuckin' like minks *then* we'll see about gettin'
in some lovin'."
   We cuddled and snogged for a while.  Sean asked me, "You're serious
about Teresa and Maura?"
   I told him, "I am -- and so are you.  I can _see_ how you feel about
them.  It's not just sex and the incest taboo titillation -- that's crap
anyway.  Margie and I can see how you love them for the wonderful ladies
they actually are.
   "You've known them all your life; Margie and I've known them only, what,
ten days?  We love them, too.  Some of it is because you do but only a bit.
They are fascinating, wonderful loving people."
   He said, "Pat and John seemed awful willing to back our hand."
   Margie said, _"You might have missed that, Eileen.  While you two were
making the deal, I zeroed in on them.  To start with, they've been in a
four-way relationship for at least eleven years now so they're pretty
relaxed about things._
   _"That's only one point.  Sean, they respect the hell out of you. 
Besides helping them get a great business started, besides starting so many
of your own, besides how *good* you are to people -- they trust you
unreservedly._
   _"Notice they come to you for approval on every major decision be it
business or personal.  Hell, they even talked over having more children
with you!  *You*, Sean, are the leader, the honcho, the Ceann._
   _"You mentioned once while you may not care for the President of the
United States, you do respect the office and the position.  How would you
feel if he publicly acknowledged you and cited you for doing such a
wonderful job in helping Altadena grow?"_
   He thought for a moment and said, "I'd feel honored, privileged,
appreciated and very special."
   Margie told us, _"You know I've been around a while in today's culture.
Some of my ideas may be considered old-fashioned but at least seem to work.
Sean, I know from the way you act and from your writing, you know people
want to feel special.  They want to succeed, and they want to be recognized
and acknowledged for it.  It's not monetary, a title or position, it's
recognition._
   _"You do it in your seminars; you play games where everyone wins.  In
your businesses, everyone wins and everyone gets recognized.  Even if it's
a "Top Display of the Week" certificate.  You do it in your personal life
too; you're always pushing up John, Pat, your sisters, their kids, everyone
you meet and telling them how great they're doing and how they're such
winners._
   _"Why do you think they took to Eileen so quickly and without
reservation?  Me?  Hell, I'm a baby and most every woman loves babies. 
Eileen, now, is a different story._
   _"It's because you respected her and you helped her.  While their Talent
wasn't necessarily working then, they could still tell you loved each
other. Since you thought she was worthy of *your* love, they knew she was
worthy of *their* love, honor and respect._
   _"Suppose we make love with Maura and Teresa tomorrow so long and so
hard we had to carry them back home on stretchers.  John and Patrick would
feel delighted and completely honored that *you* found their mates worthy
and desirable of *your* love._
   _"Teresa and Maura have the hots for you *so* bad!  It's not because
you're their little brother and it's kinky to think about screwing you. 
It's because you're a winner, you're the leader, you're the Ceann._
   _"When you make love with them tomorrow, they will feel so desirable,
honored, recognized and flat-out appreciated they'll glow for months --
every time they think of it they'll get a thrill down to their toes._
   _"Even the fact you ogled and admired their boobs tonight and made an
overt major pass at them made them *and* their mates feel wonderful. 
They're what, 29 and 31?  They've each had a couple children; that often
does ungood things to female bodies like stretch marks, weight they can't
quite take off, boobs sagging from age and breast feeding.  You've seen
them all in bathing suits; you know they've got stretch marks and their
boobs sag a bit._
   _"No matter what happens, they already feel tremendously thrilled you
made a solid, unequivocal pass at them.  They knew you were serious when
Eileen made the call.  Probably even now they're screwing John and Pat's
brains out because you made them feel they were still desirable to a man
they respect and love so much._
   _"If Eileen makes love with them, even if it's a little kiss or caress,
they'll be thrilled in much the same way; she's your love and your chosen
mate._
   _"I saw how Sharon Shane acted with you.  She's a widow but that's
beside the point.  If you so much as hinted, within a second she'd have her
panties off, her skirt hiked up and her legs in the air waiting for you. 
It's because she respects you so much and would feel so damned honored!_
   _"All those ladies in the shop and those cute little girls -- any one of
them would be thrilled and honored if you made a pass at them; even when
you flirted harmlessly and everyone knew it was harmless, they feel
desirable and honored.  They'd probably decline, but they would feel
really, really special just because you did._
   _"We *all* know you're our leader.  It's not a positional leadership,
it's an earned leadership.  Whether you want it or not, you're our Ceann.
The Nolans, Bardons and the McLennans are your clann, and you honor us with
your love._
   _"My Prince, when you pulled me out of my fog enough to remember what
love is, I was so honored to be your 'best girl' I'd cry to myself at night
because I was so happy.  When I remembered I was Margaret Gallagher and my
Snapper was here and you loved her too, it was almost too much to bear._
   _"I won't say it's your *duty* to screw every woman that comes into our
circle or clann but if you consider them worthy and desirable, they'll be
more than willing.  I heard lots of stories over the years where in some
clanns, the leader was *required* to screw all the opposite sex._
   _"Now, all that being said, tomorrow morning let's plot on how to put
those two Irish beauties through the wringer before we give them what they
really want.  For tonight, let's get a little lovin' in; I'm so turned on
by all this I could power up Los Angeles County."_
   We got in two wonderful lovin's.  So powerful yet so gentle, we _shared_
our lives, our loves and our hearts and rejoiced that the choices we'd made
appeared to lead to a wonderful future for many people.
   ------
   SEAN (Saturday 5/6)
   We groaned awake around 8:00.  By "groaned," I mean we groaned because
we had to get out of bed to pee.
   Marge grinned at me, _"I don't hafta get up!  I just pee whenever I want
and fix it up whenever I want.  Doesn't being a 'groan-up' suck?"_ Fuck! 
She was disgustingly cheerful.
   I staggered into the kitchenette and whipped us up some breakfast. 
Maybe I should have burned the eggs or toast or watered down the OJ,
because Eileen loved it and volunteered me to make her breakfast on a very
regular basis.
   On the other hand, since every plate, cup, or piece of silverware I put
before her got me a warm, loving kiss while Margie fluttered around like a
butterfly and gave me hugs and kisses, maybe I'll learn to live with it.
   Now, what were we talking about last night?  Something about me being
the Ceann?  Hmm, we're gonna have to revisit that and maybe hold an
election.
   All righty then!  I told them, "Since we're up so early and you're all
rested and fed, since we missed a day we should be able to get at least
three hours of study in, right?"
   Fortunately there weren't any pillows nearby so I escaped a cannonade.
However, they broke open the books and went to work.
   Sarah, the weekend housekeeper, came in around 10:00.  She, Eileen and
Marge grinned at each other and traded high-fives.  I've *gotta* figure out
what's going on.  On the other hand, maybe I was better off not knowing.
   I got Sarah aside briefly and told her, "Sarah, tomorrow morning you
might schedule a bit more time for these two places.  It's possible they
may be a little, em..."
   She asked brightly, "Enthusiastically disarrayed?  Both rooms?"
   I nodded.  She caught on quickly.  "Not a problem, Mr.  C.  Often in the
morning I'm not quite awake yet and tend not to notice the harems -- I mean
guests -- in the rooms.  As long as they let me in, I just do my work.  If
any of you need *anything* just let me know."
   Somehow I figured she was slagging me a bit; not quite sure though.
   Several minutes later, she told me, "I see you've used the kitchenette.
If you need to restock anything or get something different, just leave us a
note on the fridge.  The kitchen staff can probably get it quicker, faster
and at less cost.  That way, you don't have to go grocery shopping!"
   I thanked her.  She told me, "Not a problem; that's my job.  By the way,
I usually get in around 7:00.  If you *or* your harem -- I mean guests --
need any help, I'll be more than happy to help."
   She gave me a tiny leer and took off with a pronounced hip-sway.  Huh?
She'd just propositioned me -- or was it the ladies-to-be?
   Anyway.  I dug out my notes from our walkabout Thursday and Eileen's
notes from the calls she made and pounded them into an address database. 
As soon as we/the ladies finished deciding on what we were doing for the
wake, we could send out a mailing on a mail-merge.
   I caught up with my email.  The Wednesday and Thursday statistics looked
decent.  I spotted what might be a couple anomalies and sent off queries
about them.
   At Marge's suggestion, I dashed over to my Jewelry Arts (where I'd
gotten their rings) and picked up several pieces.  She'd told me, _"Women
love jewelry, clothes and shoes.  The women buy the clothes and shoes.  The
men should buy jewelry."_
   About 11:00, we got together and plotted about the most devilish way we
could seduce two Irishwomen and make them our love slaves -- at least for
the evening.  I kept in mind the Lord and Master bit I'd heard earlier and
tried to build in some safeguards so I wouldn't have four extremely-pissed
Irishwomen after my ass.
   Marge pushed me into the shower again and made me wash *everything*
twice.  She told me, _"Parts of your anatomy will be in parts of another's
anatomy where they've never been before.  So long as everything's
squeaky-clean, usually no one objects to at least trying something."_
   She darted back and forth between Eileen and me.  _"Eileen's got a few
glitches yet.  You guys gotta seduce a woman.  Eileen's gotta learn all a
woman has to do is show up -- preferably with very few or no clothes and a
bottle of well-aged Irish whisky.  That applies to her seducing men or
women.  I thought I'd trained Snapper better than that._
   _"Those pants are too loose, Sean.  Get something tighter that shows off
your sweet ass and that gorgeous Irish dick."_
   Back and forth.  She didn't seem even to go through the doorways.  She'd
be here one moment, gone the next then back again.  I think she was more
eager than either Eileen or me!
   I did manage to get dressed to her satisfaction even if the tee shirt
was too small!  She told me, _"We've gotta show off that Ceannly chest of
yours.  They'll drool all over whatever they're wearing."_
   She clucked over my hair a few minutes and informed me I needed to get a
haircut *every* week.
   Argh.  I'd heard of mothers-in-law being bossy and assertive. 
Grandmothers were even worse!  The only thing was, she was always right.
   I did get a chance to call room service though.  I asked for an extra
refrigerator and a case of bottled water.  I figured there just might be a
few fires to put out.
   ------
   EILEEN
   A bit nervous, I was!  I'd never arranged a seduction scene before; I'd
either been the seductee (Frank had done a wonderful job!) or there'd never
been a drawn-out seduction on either side.  In college, it had been mainly
exchange a few looks, we're interested, go for it -- male or female.
   Just from chatting with Margie and Sean, I'd gotten a little bit of data
on our memories.  Mine went back this lifetime then skipped something like
a fifty years.  Apparently spirits can hang around for a *long* time before
deciding to get another body.  Sean had mentioned his previous memories
were about the same time frame.
   That being said, Margie actually had the most experience in the current
culture.  She'd gone through the Depression, two World Wars, Korea,
Vietnam, Persian Gulf, Iraq, flappers, the X generation, Watergate, Clinton
BJs, the whole bit.  Experience-wise, she was the Senior in high school
(you can always tell a Senior, but you can't tell 'em much); Sean and I
were somewhere around eighth grade.
   Finally we were arranged, dressed, the food in place, all that stuff to
The Senior's satisfaction.  She was harder to please than Sean on his check
outs!
   At 12:50 we collapsed on the sofa in my sitting room.  The food was
here, Sean's refrigerator and cold water were here and we were dressed. 
Let the games begin!
   At 12:55, Maura told me, _"We're here.  Bob's bringing up our stuff, so
cover up your bare butts."_
   They came right in.  Bob brought in the stuff: several boxes and a
couple small roller-luggage cases.
   After Bob left, we eyeballed each other.  Margie and I were in vee-neck
tee shirts which had a shamrock front and back and "Irish Inside" across
the boobs.  Sean had a crew-neck tee shirt with the same printing.
   Teresa and Maura had on short-shorts (delicious!), slip-on tenny pumps
and snug crop-tops.  We could see delightful belly buttons and
boob-bottoms!
   Margie had her cuties up in full bloom, and there were six other boobs
perked up and topped with nipples of steel.  Bras?  We don't need no
stinkin' bras!  We had our personal Inner Touch bras!
   There were eight boobs a-wobblin', eight nipples a-perkin' and one
Sean-dick a-arisin'.
   Maura produced a bottle of Irish whisky.  "Just in case we get dry."
   We shared hugs.  Per the plan, Sean gave Teresa and Maura each a solid
full hug and a very non-brotherly kiss on the mouth.  He told us, "We've
got a wake and a wedding to plan; knowing you four ladies, you'll discuss
the number of flowers for the corsages on the ladies-in-waiting for at
least thirty minutes.  Let's eat then have at it."
   Chapter 10
   SEAN (Saturday afternoon 5/6)
   Teresa and Maura enthusiastically returned my kisses.  No back-off on
their part!
   They immediately zeroed in on Marge's cuties.  Teresa asked, "They
aren't real, are they?"
   Marge pulled up her tee shirt to show them her quite-flat 20-week-old
chest.  _"Nope.  100% fake.  They're accessories, just like you ladies wear
earrings even when you're dressing casual.  Hell, I just spent eighty-some
years with a pair, and I'm used to them.  Besides, they're about the only
thing on this body I can control completely, even if they are fake."_
   She pulled her tee shirt down, twitched her shoulders so they wobbled
then smirked at them.  _"Wanna molest me a little?"_
   They did and were delighted, just as I had been.  Maura asked her, "Can
you actually feel that, Maggie?"
   _"Yes and no.  I can perceive the pressure, texture and temperature
extremely well through the touch by the amount of intention it takes to
'maintain' it and by direct perception.  When you squeeze the 'breast' then
roll and pull the nipples, I let it feed back and move with you.  So I *do*
feel it almost as if you touched my real flesh -- and I'll give you another
five hours to stop because it's wonderful!  It's not a sexual sensation as
such, but I feel the love behind it and I let it pleasure me just as if it
were.  Yummy!"_
   We ate and chatted around the conference table in my sitting room.  Each
time Teresa or Maura leaned forward, their tops would fall open (with a
little help, maybe?) and show lots of freckles and tasty-looking breasts
all the way to the nipples.  Not quite all but with just enough mystery
left to be intriguing.  Who's seducing whom here?  Grin.
   We broke out their Irish whiskey and sipped along with the food.  Eileen
took only half a shot.  "We don't need a drunk baby." Marge laughed at her,
_"Yeh, I'd be careful, too; this body won't tolerate much.  Remember,
though, a few drops on the gums really helps the teething pain.  Ouch! 
What's that pain in my mouth?"_
   She got her couple drops.
   I told them, "I put the names and addresses of those interested in the
wake on the computer.  I guess we just have to iron out logistics and such.
Right?"
   Yep.  We decided it would be the Saturday after next (two weeks) from
noon until 6:00.  That left the Tavern's dinner and evening open, wouldn't
keep the oldies out too late and would give everyone plenty of time to get
fed and royally shit-faced if they wanted.
   On my To Do List went the arrangement for some busses, preferably with
wheelchair access.  Also, rent several extra wheelchairs for the Tavern. 
That way, if one of the oldies got too liquored up, it would be a lot
easier to move them and get them back home.
   Each of us had something to do.  Since we had the date and time, I
whipped up an invitation with the information on it along with Eileen's
email address and phone number for RSVPs.  Print the invites and envelopes
then fold, stuff, postage meter and trot them down to the front desk.  We
ended up with 75 invitations.  Of course, we'd have the Nolan/Bardon
families anyway, even if they hadn't known Nana.
   Not bad; it had taken only an hour.
   Break for a few more snacks.  I stood behind Maura and massaged her
shoulders and neck for a couple seconds then whispered in her ear, "Love
you, Maura," and nuzzled her neck.
   She moaned, quivered all over (wonderful wobbles!) then grabbed my head
and kissed me hard.  _"I've loved you for years, Sean."_
   Teresa said loudly, "Next!"
   She got the same "treatment." If my hair had been any longer she would
have burned it.
   Eileen said, "Next!" My best lady got extra-special care and loving
kisses while we wound through each other.
   Marge said, _"Me too!"_ My best girl got lots of lovin' too.  She pulled
my hands onto her cuties and demanded some molestation.  _"After all,
that's one reason they're there."_
   ------
   EILEEN
   We finished up the snacks.  I bet we were all stocking up for later; the
sexual tension was just right.  Enough to keep the pussies slick and the
nipples up but not so overwhelming to demand immediate action.  It was like
we were already making very slow, soft love.
   I _pushed_ the snack cart outside and called down to let them know we
were done.  Dayum, I could get really lazy doing stuff this way.
   Bridget needed her snack so I nursed her while we talked about the
wedding.
   Maura asked, "Eileen, what do you want?  Big and fancy, small and
intimate?"
   Hmm.  I'd thought about it over the past several days, even before Sean
had asked.  I said, "Probably a medium.  Generally, I'd say we invite all
Nana's friends because they know me and having a wedding after her wake
will let them feel better knowing I'm doing well.
   "All the Cullen side, obviously.  I haven't the foggiest how many there
are of you, but there's probably a lot I haven't heard about yet.  Sharon
Shane.  Sheila.  Jackie.  Dayum!  Everyone we've run into who has Talent!
   "We'll probably have a standard Irish wedding; among us, I'll bet we can
come up with something very beautiful without beating the Irish style to
death."
   Maura pulled out a big address book.  "We've probably got about thirty
or forty kinfolk floating around just in first or second cousins."
   Margie put in her bid, _"And who's the leader of all these fine folk? 
Who's the honcho, the Johnny Ray, the Ceann?"_
   They didn't hesitate.  Both pointed at Sean.  Teresa said, "Sean, of
course."
   Margie had primed us for it, but their casual knowledge astonished us.
Sean sat there gobsmacked with his mouth open -- and I knew him well enough
by now he's rarely surprised like that.
   Maura looked concerned.  "Didn't you know that, Sean?"
   Teresa said, "Oh, *fuck*, Maura!  Maybe not.  Remember Mum, Da and
Seanathair died just before he was eighteen."
   Sean said, "This is the first I've heard of any of this from you."
   Maura said, "Oh, shit!  We all assumed you knew and were just being
really laid-back about it because you sure never threw your weight around
or exercised *any* of your rights."
   Teresa's turn.  "We can trace the Clann Cullen lineage back some 2,700
years -- and that's just the name itself.  The Ceann is the oldest male
child and starts his formal training when he's eighteen.  If there's no
male child in a generation, it goes to the brother.  There's a whole slew
of contingency stuff like that including having a female Ceann, but what it
basically comes down to, Sean, is you are the direct descendant.  You are
the one."
   Maura said, "Why do you think we've been so interested in getting you
married, Lover Boy?  It's not only that we love you so much but also there
needs to be a male heir.
   "Why do you think we were so excited when Eileen showed up?  We could
tell you had feelings for her the moment you spoke of her *and* she was
Irish *and* of childbearing age *and* of proven fertility!  And that was
before we even met her."
   Teresa asked, "Why do you think we always ask your advice and sanction
on our major decisions?  The fact that you're a brilliant businessman and
so fuckin' ethical is a blessing; we've had some Ceanns who couldn't see
beyond the end of their dicks!"
   Sean was still stunned.  Margie and I laughed our butts off!  I told
them, "Maggie went over this very thing last night.  We knew you always
consulted him and valued his judgment so we told him he was already the
Ceann, the leader.  Now, you mentioned 'rights.' Are there some, em,
interesting customs the Ceann should know about?"
   Maura's and Teresa's smiles could have lit up Southern California. 
Maura said, "Oh, yeh!  Especially the one we've been waiting on for a
*long* time.  The Ceann has the right to lay with any Clann member.  Any
man, any woman.  Any age, any relation.  Virginal, menopausal, pubescent or
prepubescent, single, married, engaged, widowed.  *Any*.
   "When the Clann came to the States, it was down to only five people. 
So, we 'adopted' people who wanted to join us, Irish or not.  Also, from
the Clann's viewpoint, any person in any of the businesses owned by a
clansperson within one relation step of the Ceann was covered by that
right.
   "Kate in the hotel here, for example.  Sean, why do you think she's been
your housekeeper for the past four years?  She's Irish, in your business
*and* something like a fourth or fifth cousin so she's part of the Clann by
blood and association.  Every day she's been hoping you'd take her to bed
and shag her brains out!"
   They sat up straighter which pushed their boobs out even more.  Four
nipples grew even larger.  Teresa said, "Besides Eileen's 'invitation' we
were really hoping you'd exercise that right today.  We could barely sleep
last night in anticipation.  Normally the woman doesn't ask or hint *too*
much, but this already appears to be an unusual situation."
   Margie and I were laughing so hard we were crying.  Margie told him,
_"That means you gotta take care of Sharon Shane, too.  Since she's using
your business principles, that makes her Clann, too.  Every man and woman
in those eleven businesses you own is ripe for the plucking.  Any business
that owes you money -- everyone is yours._
   _"Since your business materials are your copyright, I'll bet we can
stretch that to any business using them.  And it also means you gotta give
*me* some serious lovin', too!  Is that right, Teresa?"_
   Teresa laughed, "Yep; you're definitely Clann now, Maggie.  The Clann
wanted to spread itself as far as possible so we can stretch stuff as far
as we wish.  Offspring of the Ceann are always full Clann members no matter
where they came from.
   "Maggie, while the Ceann has the right to lay with you, none has ever
exercised that right for full physical penetration on a female who wasn't
physically developed enough to take it -- well, there was one about 1500
years ago who went overboard a lot.  We don't talk about him much; for some
reason he died quite young.
   "However, that does *not* preclude other sexual activities.  When we say
the right is to 'lay' with a clansperson, that is anything up to and
including intercourse -- he can cop a feel, molest a boob, nuzzle a cunt,
steal a kiss, pretty much anything."
   Margie laughed some more, _"Well that means I'd better grow up tall so I
can lie down and get short.  In the meantime, you've still got a tongue and
fingers, Ceann."_
   Sean laid his head down and groaned while we laughed at his plight. 
Dayum!  Just the idea of him actually being the Ceann made my boiler go
into superheat!  And I was to be his wife!
   ------
   SEAN
   And they meant every word, too!  Dayum!  No wonder they'd been so casual
about nudity around me all my life -- all those delicious red-haired beaver
shots hadn't been accidents, much less the "accidental" robes falling open.
   No wonder they encouraged my nieces to "give Uncle Sean a hug and kiss."
Seems like if I just spent my time screwing Clann women I'd still be busy
night and day.  Be Jaysus!
   I picked up my head and said, "When any of you mentioned 'Clann' before,
I thought it meant Seanathair, Nana, Da, Mum and us children.  Eileen, are
you okay with all this."
   She laughed at me!  "Sean, I have your love.  You chose *me* to be your
wife.  I'll feel honored and privileged every time you lay with a Clann
woman -- or man, if you're interested.  Of course, I expect something like
100 to 1 attention for me!"
   Teresa grinned at us.  "Then there's the Ceann's mate.  You're the
Ceann-Mate, Eileen; all it takes is the announcement that you are the mate
and you did that last night.  Actually, Maggie's the Ceann-Mate, too, since
Sean said he'd marry her too if he could!
   "The Ceann-Mate also has the right to lay with anyone she wishes, male
or female.  It tends to be rarely used by habit only because of the chance
of becoming pregnant by someone other than the Ceann.  That could really
muddle up the bloodlines.
   "However in this day and age of extremely efficient birth control,
that's no longer an issue.  Eileen, if you wanted to go for a roll in the
hay with John, Patrick or one of the girls or boys, not one person would
naysay you and they'd be delighted.  It would be an *honor* for them, not
just a sexual pleasure.
   "Actually, it's an honor for the people the Ceann lays with, too.  Many
men desire young women -- for whatever reason.  It's an honor to be chosen
either by the Ceann or his mate, especially for us older women."
   Eileen grinned.  "Hmm.  I'll admit, both Patrick and John are very
attractive -- and Mona's pretty cute, too.  And don't try to feed me bull
about you being 'older women.'" [Mona Nolan: Maura's daughter at almost
eleven years old]
   Margie said, _"Yeh.  If a woman can get a little damp or a man can get a
twitch in his dick, they're not 'old'."_
   Teresa said, "So that's the customary rights.  In actual practice, we're
pretty laid-back.  No one is ever offended if they're not chosen.
   "Usually, the Ceann makes at least one run through most all of the women
and settles down to several 'favorites.' The associate clanspeople in the
businesses who don't know they're Clann aren't hassled -- that's rarely
even considered nowadays.
   "*Usually* the Ceann-Mate holds off doing a lot of others for around six
months or so after the mating is made public.
   "There's all sorts of other things the Ceann is responsible for besides
making clanspeople happy sexually.  He has the duty to approve all
marriages.  He has the right to veto any proposed marriage.  He's the
negotiator, the deal maker.  He's got a *lot* to do.
   "Sean's actually been doing all that even if he didn't know it was his
responsibility.  He's our go-to guy for just about everything and he's done
a wonderful job."
   Argh.
   We've still got stuff to do.  I said, "Okay then.  We'll have to spend
time later on going over all these customs, duties, responsibilities and
such.  Let's do that some other time, shall we?  Right now, we have a
wedding to plan."
   We sipped a bit more Irish whiskey and planned a wedding.  A quick count
gave us well over four hundred people we should invite.  Everyone from any
of my past and present businesses as well as all Nana's and Eileen's
people. A run through Maura's main address book gave us two hundred alone!
   We figured we'd normally get something like 20% of the invitees actually
attending, but Marge pointed out since it was the Ceann's wedding we'd
probably get more like 60% of the Clann.  Seems like lots of people were
interested in preserving the Clann's bloodlines.
   Eileen smiled at me.  _"Sweetheart, looks like we're gonna have to get
started on producing a male child fairly soon.  Bridget is due to come off
the breast in a couple months; maybe in the next three or four months we
can get the heir started.  Also, just 'cause I'm nursing isn't a
hundred-percent guarantee I won't get pregnant.  We might already have a
child started or the next shot could do it, sweety."_
   Be Jaysus!  I almost came in my pants.
   Anyway, Maura and Teresa had lots of address books, we had Nana's,
Eileen's from college and I had all the business ones.  I took on the task
of getting any possible name and address into the computer.  Maura pointed
out that any Irish would be honored just to get an invitation to the
Ceann's wedding even if they couldn't or didn't wish to attend or weren't
even part of Clann Cullen; the invitation was sufficient in and of itself.
   By the time we estimated the Clann at 60%, it gave us roughly 200 people
to expect.  We (the women, that is) decided there would be the ceremony
itself then a blowout party/reception.  We talked food, places, logistics,
that sort of stuff.  Dayum, getting married was almost more complex than
starting up a new business from scratch.
   Then we had to talk about places for the ceremony and the reception. 
Parking, parking attendants, catering/food, bridesmaids, dresses, who gives
away the bride.
   Okay then, we came up with action items.  I'd get the names and
addresses in the computer within the next week.  Teresa would scout around
for a suitable spot for the ceremony and the reception; the Tavern banquet
room *might* be large enough for the reception.  Once we got the place and
availability locked in, we could produce and send the invitations.  We
voted unanimously to make it as soon as possible.
   Okay, you can buy fifty magazines on wedding planning.  For whatever
reason, they kept telling me, "Subject to your approval, Ceann." Argh.
   I'd already ordered dinner up for 7:00 in room 228.  That way they could
set it up while we were still working.  I _felt_ them come in at 6:45,
right on time.
   I let the ladies talk about colors and hair styles while I stuck my head
in the other room.  Two waiters were busy putting stuff around; I
recognized Mary Murray -- she'd been a supervisor on evening kitchen staff
for several years.
   Hmm.  She was Irish and I knew she was married with two children.  Maybe
she was Clann -- why not try it out?  When they were all set up, I gestured
for her to stay after the waiters left.  I whispered to her, "Mary, you do
great work.  Maybe some evening I could show you how much I appreciate
everything you've done over the years."
   I gave her a very light eyebrow.  Whoa!  She glowed like the midday sun,
snuggled her white Irish bosom up to me and whispered, "Any time, Mr.  C.
*Any* time."
   What the hell, the guy's always the last to know anyway.  Why should I
be any different?  Ah, fuck!  I remembered almost every female staff member
who came around my room had several of their top buttons open -- and they
did show a lot.  When I saw them anywhere else in the hotel, they were all
buttoned up.  Dayum!  How many clanspeople did we have on staff here?
   I went back in to announce dinner.  They'd decided on white dresses with
Irish lace (of course) for the bridesmaids.  My three nieces were the
bridesmaids and the two nephews the bridegroom's attendants.  They were
talking kilts for the groom and best man; no problem, we had Da's dress
kilt outfit carefully put away (Seanathair had adopted the custom).  Wonder
if they'd let me wear my bowler?
   I had to pry them away.  I told them, "Take a break and eat.  The way
you ladies are going through the energy, you'll pass out in another ten
minutes anyway.  Eat!"
   I trailed them in so I could caress four delicious butts on the way. 
The fact that one of them was covered with a diaper didn't make a lot of
difference; it was a really cute butt.  Best girl!
   We ate; Bridget had a pick-me-up.  They tried to "talk shop" more, but I
glared at them.  "Ladies!  Eat.  Each of you is going to need every bit of
strength you have tonight."
   If lustful looks were pennies, I'd have been a multi-millionaire that
half-hour alone.  Marge whispered to me, _"I'm gonna work really hard on
growing this body.  I'm gonna check *every* day to see if the nerves in my
pussy have grown in so you can get your tongue and fingers on and in it. 
In the meantime, betcha in the dark you can't tell the difference between
Bridget skin and Margaret tits.  Hehehehe."_ Em, I think she was eager.
   I shepherded them back to the conference table.  "Okay, we have one more
hour this evening for this.  We've been at it for four hours already and it
feels like we're getting stale for today.  Betcha you ladies will be up all
hours of the night anyway the next couple of weeks plotting and planning so
let's get this part over."
   I went back in the other room and chowed down a little more.  I had the
feeling *I* was going to need my strength tonight, too.  I called down to
the kitchen to tell them we were done so they could clear the room.  I
happened to get hold of Mary; she told me, "Okay, Mr.  C.  We'll be up in
five minutes.  Should I have my panties on or off?"
   "Em, better leave them on for now, sweet Mary.  Our time will come."
   I wondered a bit.  Did the earlier Ceanns have a social secretary to
handle the load?
   ------
   EILEEN
   A-wunnerful!  Planning a wedding, giggles, girl-talk, bawdy remarks,
teasing and anticipation of loving to come; dayum what a lot of fun!
   Teresa and Maura kept trying to get me to talk more about Sean as a
lover.  I told them, "He's adequate.  He only fucks me 'til I'm pushed
outside one out of four times; remember, we're being careful because my
ribs haven't fully healed yet."
   They squirmed, flushed and pumped pheromones and sex-smell into the air
-- just like I was doing.
   Around 8:15, Sean made us wrap up for the night.  He herded us back into
my sitting room; I think he just wanted play with our butts on the way!
   We kicked back and watched a short chick-flick.  Margie told Sean,
_"Take Maura first in your room.  It's the Ceann's bed, and she's waited
longer than Teresa.  Eileen and I'll see how long and loud we can make
Teresa scream.  Hehehehe."_
   Since it was my room, I organized the seating.  I put Sean on the sofa
between the two Cullen sweeties while Margie and I cuddled on the recliner.
   Sean took the _hint_ I gave him and started snogging with them about
five minutes into the movie.  Fuck, it was hot!
   Bridget nursed once more just before the end of the movie.  Margie told
me, _"Remember, I'll be there to help you.  Of course, I intend to get my
licks in too.  Hehehehe."_
   When the credits started rolling, I announced, "Good!  Potty calls and
wash ups.  Meet back here in fifteen minutes.  Maura and Sean to Sean's
place.  Teresa, you come with Margie and me and we'll show you how to do a
*real* wash up.  Hehehehe."
   Margie and I got Teresa so wound up with delicate washing and stroking
she could barely walk back.  Poor girl!  Grin.
   Maura didn't look too coordinated either.  Even though we'd all just
washed, we already had the air pretty well-perfumed.
   I had Maura and Teresa check in with John and Pat to let them know they
were spending the night.  I could hear through the phone their
enthusiastic, "YES!"
   That all handled, I whispered to Sean, _"We've got *two* Ceann-Mates. 
Let's give Teresa and Maura a night they'll tell their great-grandkids
about.  I love you, Sean.  Best man!"_
   _"You are my love and my life.  Best lady!"_
   I announced, "We've got no place to be tomorrow and all day to get
there. Housekeeping usually comes in around 10:00.  If we have the energy,
we might just invite Sarah in, too.  Let the games begin."
   Sean slung Maura over his shoulder and carried her off.  At every step
she got a little smack on her ass; she squealed and squirted (more) pussy
juice into her shorts.
   I looked at Teresa and told her, "You come with Margie and me.  I dunno
if you've fooled around with a woman before, but tonight you're gonna get
so much woman-lovin' you'll scream your lungs out.  Hope we can find some
throat lozenges."
   I chased her into my bedroom.  Margie was already hugging her neck and
dispensing torrid Margie-kisses on her mouth and neck.
   Margie orchestrated everything.  _"All of us join about 5% at least. 
Partners, join as much as you wish.  Let us share our love among us."_
   We pinned Teresa down immediately.  Think a fifteen-pound infant can't
pin a 120-pound adult female?  When the infant is Margie McLennan, she
could!
   I had the lights up full so I could enjoy the beauty before us.  Teresa
was wonderfully pale with freckles all over.  We _joined_ probably 75%; we
could really _feel_ what the other was experiencing.
   Delicious breasts!  Mature teardrops yet still very firm and perky even
without the Inner Touch.  I hoped mine look that good when I'm thirty!
   Margie and I got her nipples crinkled up so hard they had most of her
areolae in them -- and that was before we even touched them!  Hell, since
we were _joined_ so tightly, mine were up really solid, too.
   When we did put suction on them, Teresa shrieked and didn't stop for
fifteen minutes straight.  Margie *really* knew how to work a nipple!  Gums
(watch those big ole teeth!) and milking.  Hehehehe.
   Fuck!  I squirted breast milk and had at least three releases wash
through us just from me.
   When we finally relented, I dimmed the lights down and moved South. 
Margie shucked her tee shirt and fed Teresa her Margie-titties while I
attacked her belly-button.
   Down to the toes!  Yeh, plenty sensitive with lots of squirms and moans.
Margie worked on her neck, shoulders and boobs too while I slowly crept up
on her fragrant center.  Teresa was flooding out nectar so fast I couldn't
keep up.
   Wonderful taste, texture and smell!  I licked, sucked, nibbled and
created havoc on her nerve centers.  She shuddered, squeaked, moaned,
bounced her hips and begged for release.  I shuddered, squeaked and kept on
truckin'
   Hehehehe!  No release yet.  We took her to the edge and held her for a
long minute.  We brought her down then up again even higher; I was up and
down right with her.  There was so much sexual energy our bodies felt like
they'd spew lightening any moment.
   Four times over the next half hour we did it then I drew in her
succulent clit and pulled it as hard as I could with suction while I
fluttered my tongue firmly against the end.
   She convulsed and picked us off the mattress!  She tightened up solidly,
screamed and shook like an earthquake.  We both went limp; we'd forced
ourselves out of our bodies.
   We screamed out our joy in what we'd found; Sean and Maura joined Margie
and us in their final climax so we _shared_ the raptures our love had
brought us.
   ------
   SEAN
   I deposited Maura gently on the bed and kissed her just as gently.  I
told her, "Maura, I do this not because it is a right, but because I love
you so much.  On top of that, I think you're one of the most desirable
women I've ever seen."
   She purred.  I slipped off our shoes and kissed her toes lightly while
looking at her eyes.  She pretended to glare at me.  "It's about time.  You
*should* be kissing my feet because you've made us wait so long."
   "Maura, I swear to you today was the first day I knew anything about
this Ceann stuff or the Clann beyond our family.  Neither Mum nor Da nor
anyone else even hinted."
   "Swear on your silly hat?"
   "Swear."
   "Well, I guess we'll just have to make up for lost time."
   I peeled off my tee shirt and snuggled up against her; we _joined_
firmly.  Her eyes were hot, her lips were honey and her tongue a darting
sword against mine.  Her top came off very easily, almost as if it were
designed that way.
   Her breasts were firm against my chest and her nipples two points of
fire burning into me.  I locked my hands in her hair, and we kissed deeply
while we _shared_ our love and pleasure.
   Her back was a marvel of silk and solid muscle beneath.  She _shared_
the sensations and delight of my touches and caresses.  So wonderful to be
with a sweet lady you love and share such pleasure like this!
   Her butt was solid beneath her shorts; she seemed to find mine quite
interesting herself.  We stroked each other, kissed, nuzzled faces and
necks and _blended_ together through our bodies with a warm glow and
fluorescing rainbows.
   She said, "Let's get nekkid.  I want skin everywhere and burn to feel
you against me."
   Her shorts were so tight I had to peel them off.  The crotch was
completely soaked with her juice in a spot at least six inches around.  I
tossed them aside and _touched_ several towels over, just in case.
   I kneeled and just admired her body for a while.  Her breasts rose up
proudly, milk-white with lots of lovely freckles running all over them. 
Her nipples were firmly erect in generous areolae; everything wobbled
deliciously with each breath.
   Her fur was a wonderful jungle of red, just slightly darker than her
hair above.  She unashamedly spread her legs; her pussy was glistening and
the downy fur around it was soaked.  She smelled like the most delicious
dessert one could imagine; her fragrance was filling the air.
   I leaned closer to the source of the fragrance and flicked my tongue
across my lips.  I cocked an eyebrow and leered at her a little.
   She slammed her knees together and growled, "Don't even think of that
right now.  We've been foreplaying all fuckin' afternoon and evening.  Get
those pants off and that stiff dick in me; I've waited five years for it."
   "Five years?"
   "Yeh, since the day you became Ceann.  Seanathair and Da never said
anything to you?  Shit!  If either were here he'd be bald in a minute; we
could have been getting laid *so* much.  Getcher ass movin'."
   Okay; never disagree with a woman whose hand's wrapped around your nuts.
   My pants came off with a struggle, but Maura finally threw them across
the room with a laugh.  "You're not gonna need them for a long time!"
   "Would you like on top or how, my sweet Maura?"
   "On my back, you with all your weight on me and loving me so sweetly my
heart screams for you."
   We felt Teresa and Eileen tense up and flood us with their energy and
pleasure.  We grinned at each other.  I told her, "Looks as if they're
getting along okay.  Did you two ever, em, experiment?"
   Maura laughed.  "You just wanna hear about all that girl-on-girl stuff,
eh?  Turn you on?"
   "When it's about two of the women I love, pretty much anything turns me
on.  You can even discuss different tampon brands, and it turns me on."
   Yeh, she could purr just like the Geeser.  She kissed me hard and said,
"Yeh, we did some, *em*, experimenting.  Fingers and toys do only so much;
ya gotta have someone else there to have the love flow.  When we married
John and Patrick, it was wonderful, but we still wanted and desired the
Ceann.
   "Now, my Ceann is about to drive me literally out of my mind with
ecstacy.  Come here, you, and let me show you how much I love you."
   I wanted so much to make it good for this sweet woman.  I slowly slid
inside her; she shook all over and warm releases rushed over us.  She
murmured, "Hmm, so good.  So good.  Please suck my nipples.  Nice and slow,
like Bridget does Eileen when she's almost finished nursing."
   I did; they were hard and swelled up even more under the gentle suction.
Maura shook and warmth washed through us.  We _blended_ smoothly around and
through our bodies and wept a bit at the happiness we'd found.
   Marge was there suddenly without startling us.  She kissed us each
firmly and sweetly then vanished.
   Long gentle strokes raised us slowly.  Maura wrapped her legs around me,
not to pull me in, but to share as much of our bodies as we could.  She
smelled delicious; her skin gave off a subtle fragrance I knew then I'd
always recognize as Maura.  Even her perspiration tasted like she smelled.
   I moaned.  I told her, _"I don't know what to say, Maura.  This feels so
complete, so good and so right.  But Eileen and I..."_
   _"Whisht, Sean.  The love between you and me, between Teresa and you has
been there for years even if we all haven't recognized it as such.  You've
known our sweet Eileen for what, not even two weeks now?  That's barely
time to learn her middle name._
   _"In that time, do you expect to go from nothing to the same level of
intimacy, knowledge and friendship which we've already shared for so long?
Sean, last night at the Tavern over a hundred people felt the love and
admiration you and Eileen share.  It's just beginning between you and will
get deeper and richer every day; you will love each other more and more
every hour you're together._
   _"Mum talked a lot with Teresa and me.  She lay with Seanathair, the
Ceann, many times before and after she married Da.  They too, had this same
discussion; probably most of the successful Ceanns found they had the
capacity for unlimited love.  Since Da was next in line to be the Ceann, he
learned it too, he just never became the Ceann to put it into practice._
   _"Sean, never feel shame for feeling and expressing your love.  No
matter who you're with, love them with all you have.  Already you have that
skill; you treat each person as if they were the most special person in the
world._
   _"You *will* lay with Mary, Kate, Sarah and many others like Sharon
Shane.  You will lay with your young nieces before long, too; they've
dreamed wet dreams about you even before the first tiny hair grew on their
little cunnies._
   _"It's both the burden and the joy of the Ceann to experience what you
are now; let there be no guilt or shame.  Each Ceann has had to come to
grips with exactly the same situation you have now._
   _"This empathy thing?  Over half the time it was the Ceanns who had it.
Now, seven of us have it at once with tremendously more magnitude, and it
makes this so much more wonderful because there are no hidden thoughts or
hidden purposes, and we can share our love and admiration so much more
deeply._
   _"I married John and I love him with all I have.  I love you too; I love
Eileen, Teresa and others -- hehehehe -- that doesn't change the commitment
and love John and I share.  I'm not gonna dump him and try to make the
Ceann only mine._
   _"'Tis a wonderful thing we now have, Sean.  Embrace it, let yourself go
and never doubt your and Eileen's love.  You are the Ceann.  Love every
person you're with, let them feel that love and, in turn, we will love you
back so hard our hearts will burst._
   _"All that being said, let's make love more right now while I have that
stiff dick inside me.  I think Eileen and Teresa are building up to
something."_
   This entire discussion took maybe fifteen seconds and let me come to
terms with my feelings.  So good, so wonderful.  Maura is really a special
lady!
   We built up the love we shared.  Though it was very slow by some
standards, soon we were gasping and panting despite sharing many hot
releases.
   Maura gasped, _"Sharing like this has some interesting side effects.  I
wanted this to last the entire night, but Eileen and Teresa are driving me
wild!  Now, fuck me hard, Sean!  They're gonna explode pretty quick and I
think we can do better!"_
   I pounded her.  She clamped her legs in tight and humped back so hard we
both had bruises the next day.  Higher and higher we went; we _shared_ and
fed back everything with the others.
   Suddenly we were there!  The four of us exploded together.  All five of
us were forced out of our bodies and twined together, shouting out our love
and happiness!  No time there was, only our love for life and for each
other.
   We _blended_ together, jointly and with our special loves, savoring the
raptures we'd found.
   _Knock, knock.  "We're the Regional Love Police.  I'm Janet Adams and
you guys have been spreading spontaneous orgasms and assorted lovey-dovey
over Los Angeles and San Bernardino County for the last five minutes.  We
gotta have a little talk."_
   
  
Best Girl 06-10