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 Best Girl by BJohn
   Chapters 11 - 15
   Chapter 11
[Author: Matches up with Sorcerer 3 Ch.  2]
   EILEEN (Saturday night 5/6)
   Be Jaysus!  Suddenly I felt like I was thirteen and had been fucking my
boyfriend in the middle of the football field when the lights came on and
there were five thousand people looking at my hard tits and at my dripping
snatch getting dicked.
   I _felt_ something itching around me and turned up the squelch to filter
it out.
   Janet told us, _"Okay, folks, take it easy.  Only we three know it was
you guys.  With me is Henry and Bellana; we seem to get in this situation
every once in a while.  So, settle down and let's chat a bit."_
Bellana: _"*Nice* people.  So much love they have."_
Henry: _"Magnificent shields.  Not a programmed firewall, but I can't
get a probe around it."_
Janet: _"You guys are leaking all over.  Looks like you've got plenty of
control against incoming, but you're all letting your asses hang out in the
wind on the outgoing.  It doesn't look like you've got any shields or
filters on what you're putting out.  With your permission, may we teach you
how to handle that so the entire paranormal investigations field doesn't
descend on -- oh, yeh, Altadena?"_
Well, maybe they weren't gonna take us out back of the barn, cut our
throats, let us slowly bleed to death while fucking our arses with broken
broomsticks and dump our carcasses in the outhouse to rot in the piss and
turds.
   Henry: _"You guys are magnificent!  Tremendous power!  Let's get in a
few minor things so the entire mundane world doesn't have wet dreams every
time a couple of you get together." Big smile._
We worked for a good hour.  They taught us and drilled us on body
shields, sound shields, firewalls, probes, personae (Bridget had put hers
on solidly at "first contact.") and...  leakage!
   Janet told us, _"That's the beginning basics and should keep you going
for a while without raising too much uproar among the mundane people in
your range -- which is a *long* way."_
   All right!  Maybe next time the security manager wouldn't come around
looking for women being tortured!
   Bellana: _"Seems like you folk have a real group going.  If it's all
right with you, I'd like you to meet our leader; I'm sure we can work out
lots of ideas between us."_
Sean: _"That's fine.  When and where?"_
Henry: _"We'll talk with Bob Reynolds.  So far as I know, tomorrow
afternoon might be fine for a meet; probably in North Hollywood or
Burbank."_
Sean: _"Great!  We don't have much scheduled and anything we have is
easily changed.  How will we know about the meeting?"_
Bellana: _"We'll contact you just like this.  If you're 'occupied,'
we'll try again later." Smirk._
Maura: _"If we're occupied, come join us!" Big grin._
Janet: _"Damn.  Seems like everyone we meet with Potential is horny as
hell!  Since you offered, we might accept.  There's some really nice boobs
here Bellana and I could nosh on, a cute baby to cuddle and Henry's great
at remote sex.  Anyway, since you can handle leakage now, have a great
time!"_
They "vanished." We got together on Sean's bed (it's a California King
while mine's a standard queen -- came with the room).  Margie had vanished
and by the time Teresa and I got there she was already nibbling on Maura's
boobs.  We piled on (nekkid of course) and draped ourselves across Sean so
he couldn't escape.
   He gave all our breasts and arses a quick inspection to ensure we'd
brought them along.  Bridget nursed while we talked.
   After a bit of squirming around and snogging, we chatted about our new
friends.  Maura said, "Seems like they're pretty competent.  All this stuff
about firewalls, probes and shields seems like it was designed and refined
a lot."
   Sean told us, "Don't you ladies put yourselves down, either.  They
appeared appreciative of you -- and not just of your gorgeous bodies,
either.  We've been doing this for less than two weeks.  For all we know,
they've been at it for years.  This is gonna be *really* interesting."
   Bellana popped in.  _"How about Sunday noon in North Hollywood?"_
   That was fine with us.  She said, _"Great!  Just a little whatta we got
goin' type of thing.  Casual dress -- tee shirts, shorts, that sort of
thing.  We'll probably have seven people there; you have a couple others
you wanna bring along?"_
   Teresa said, _"Yeh, two hubbies who're aware and outside."_
   Bellana told us, _"All right!  That'll make the count even.  So noon it
is; we provide lunch.  Here's the address."_
   We grabbed a quick shower to wash off the perspiration (and other stuff
spread over us).  Another advantage of a hotel: virtually unlimited hot
water!
   Margie pushed Teresa and Sean into his room and dragged Maura and me off
to mine.  She said, _"Another hot woman!  Yum!"_
   Maura liked it slow and easy so we took our time exploring each other's
bodies.  Like Teresa, she had fantastic women's breasts; they were firm and
tight with the nipples popped up hard.  Incredible!
   Of course she explored mine and sampled the milk.  She smiled and told
me, _"Lovely!  I approve!"_
   We rolled around the bed a lot; Margie appeared once, swatted my ass and
told me, _"Not on the bottom yet, Eileen.  It's another day before you try
that."_
   Okay.  Well, Maura and I went into a leisurely 69 on our sides. 
_Touches_ made it really easy to keep limbs, etc.  exactly where they'd do
the most good or be in the way least.  We ended up _lifting_ ourselves
above the mattress a few inches with our own cushy-soft suspension.  Yes!
   She was delicious with exactly the right amount of red down around her
pussy to catch what I missed between licks.  She had a nicely-sensitive
pucker (like mine), and we ensured neither got cold or suffered from lack
of attention.
   We adjusted our _join_, positions, speed, all that until we were coming
together every five or ten minutes -- a lovely rush which left us trembling
for a little while.  Then we'd start in again.  It gave us plenty of time
to _talk_.
   _"Maura, any idea how this custom or right got started?  Why it's still
around?"_
   _"Surprisingly, our legends or traditions say something about it.  From
way before 700 B.C.  to only a couple hundred years ago, what are now the
Irish lived in really tough necks of the woods.  While Ireland is
beautiful, there's still hard weather and hard country, and it's never
really easy to make a living farming or herding._
   _"There was almost constant war or battles.  Invaders, barbarians, other
clanns, religious wars.  We had to have a leader we could trust with our
lives; one we knew wouldn't just throw our lives away on some fancied
glory. If the leader lay with the women, he got an emotional attachment to
them and knew exactly who would die or become slaves subject to perpetual
rape and death if he didn't do his job right._
   _"The men, then, knew the leader wouldn't knowingly do something to let
the women come to harm.  The men themselves weren't afraid of dying, but a
widow had a really hard time of it, especially if she had young children.
So, if the leader knew the women would suffer themselves or without their
men, he did the best he could.  Always the best he could._
   _"Yes!  A little higher.  Slower and a bit lighter -- Jaysus that's
good!"_
   _"Yeh, the Industrial Revolution and 'modern times' limited the all-out
wars, but there was still the religious crap like the Protestant/Catholic
ones.  When we came to the States, that eased off a lot.  There were still
some scraps and fights but nothing like before._
   _"Now, it's an economic and cultural battle.  The Ceann leads the Clann
towards the best living or survival the individuals and families can
accomplish.  Just before Seanathair was Ceann, the Clann itself became less
important than the families.  Since we could spread out geographically and
communication and travel were quite easy, it was much less likely the Clann
itself could ever be wiped out._
   _"Usually the Ceann spends a night with a woman.  Often, starting with
our Nana, the Ceann-Mate would spend the same night with the spouse; if no
spouse, frequently the oldest son or daughter._
   _"Besides making love, they'd talk.  The Ceann and Mate listened to
their hopes and dreams, their problems and really got to know the people._
   _"With that knowledge, the Ceann and Mate could make the best decisions
or offer the best advice to help the individual people, their families and
the Clann.  With a lot of information and a pretty objective viewpoint,
those decisions or advices have given a lot of us very wonderful lives._
   _"Sean didn't spend nights in bed with us -- dammit, Seanathair!  -- but
he still talked with the four of us a lot before we started the Tavern.  He
knew us, he knew our families, and he knows a lot of the actual Clann at
least by name if not personally._
   _"So, the rights and customs are just as important now as they were
three thousand years ago.  The battles are different, the issues and
problems are different, but it comes down to a leader making the best
decision possible for the group he's responsible for."_
   Next door, Teresa let loose with a loud screaming that went on for
several minutes.  I assume the sound shield held because no one came
knocking at our door.  Maura and I climaxed ourselves a couple times in
sympathy.
   Maura went on, _"Besides, probably for over three thousand years now,
the Cullen line has been genetically extremely robust.  Physically-strong
men and women, handsome by our standards at least, long-lived, intelligent
and caring.  We know now the physical things come from genetics and the
intellectual from the spirit._
   _"Nonetheless, what woman doesn't dream of a handsome man making long,
skilled love with her while trying to make her faint with pleasure? 
Husbands are wonderful, especially the right one, but what better lover
outside that than the man you and everyone you know trusts with their lives
and who is so biologically attractive?_
   _"The Clann's been without an acting Ceann now for five years.  We all
knew Sean was the one, but he hadn't been acting the way we expected -- and
now we know why.  I'd say we'll probably have some Clann meetings soon,
probably after the wedding, and let them know why._
   _"I think Sean's gonna be a very popular man Real Soon Now because every
Clann woman will wanna get caught up with the lovin' she's come to expect
as a custom and tradition and has missed."_
   Margie appeared and gave little two-tooth love bites to every exposed
butt or boob she could find, dealt out kisses and hugs, and caressed
everything else she could reach.  If she couldn't reach it physically, a
phantom tongue, finger or mouth reached right in and did its deed on
exactly the right spot to make us shiver or shake with love and pleasure.
   She rubbed her Margie-tits everywhere she could find a spot of flesh. 
Jaysus!  They were hot (temperature-wise), and the nipples were hard spots
of fire.  Yow!
   I grabbed a couple mouthfuls for several minutes.  Luscious!  Everything
fit easily inside, and I could suck and chew on the hot "flesh" while she
fed back wonderful sensations.  _"Love it, Eileen.  It feels great!"_
   We felt Teresa go over at least three more times before we fell asleep.
   ------
   SEAN
   I asked Teresa, "So, how hard and fast is this 'right' we're talking
about?"
   She laughed.  "Yeh, we call it a right and treat it as such.  To my
knowledge we've had only a couple polite refusals in the last thousand
years or so.  The Ceanns have gotten so they don't ask if they don't know
the answer; they don't just drag someone into bed.
   "Now with this extra Talent, there'll be no issues; you'll know
immediately if they're interested and willing.  You'll know if it's right
for them; it'll be pretty obvious.  Next time Aile, Deidre or Mona are
crawling all over you, take a _look_ and make your own judgment.
   "Of course, if you're interested in Caden or Connor, that's up to them
and you, too."
   [Aile and Diedre are the nieces; almost nine.  Caden and Connor are the
nephews; nine years old.]
   I told her, "I think I'll pass on Caden and Connor for a while.  I just
don't seem to be wired that way."
   She laughed, "No problem.  For what its worth, a lot of the Clann girls
gave their virginity to the male Ceann.  They knew he's an experienced
lover and would be very gentle.  Maura and I gave ours to Seanathair when
we were around ten.  The by-blood Clann girls tend to hit puberty pretty
early; it's usually a matter of 'are they big enough to take it' more than
'are they willing'.  Frequently the Ceann-Mate teaches the young men how to
give pleasure to a woman.
   "From the way they've been behaving around you lately, I think all our
girls are getting hot to trot.  Aile and Deidre are just a couple weeks shy
of nine, remember.  They've got boobs and fur; not a lot, mind you, but
they've got 'em.  Mona, on the other hand, has lots of boobs and fur and is
very interested.  Sex education in the Clann starts early and covers a lot
-- and it's modern, not just old wives' tales.
   "There won't be any jealousy if you ask one and not the others right
away.  They know the Ceann always takes a lot of stuff into consideration.
   "On the other hand, if you let any of them dangle too long, they might
end up getting popped in the back seat of a car or in a back yard with an
in-and-out-goodbye; not the best introduction to loving sex, in my opinion.
   "Now, why are we talking instead of loving?"
   Good question.  Teresa was a little smaller than Maura, with a luscious
sleek body and limbs begging to be caressed all over.  I did.  My hands and
mouth were busy for a long time before she pinned me down.
   "My turn!" she told me as she straddled me.  She positioned herself then
dropped down around me in a single motion.  Jaysus, what fire!
   She started stroking immediately.  She gasped, "Squeeze my tits, Sean.
Make them hurt a little!" They were hard and her nipples were even harder.
I did my best for her; with our _join_, we could tell exactly how much
pressure where and for how long did the most good.
   Quiet is not a word I use when making love with Teresa.  Besides the wet
salacious sounds from our union and our flesh slapping together, she moaned
and talked almost continuously.  She apparently liked dirty talk; between
the two of us, she started shrieking in about five minutes.
   Within another two minutes, she threw her head back and wailed.  Her
body seemed to lock up, but her hips went wild, slamming her clit down
against me.  Her channel milked me with long ripples so hard I thought
she'd pull me in!  I felt my release approach and pounded right back at her
until I spent inside her so hard I thought my nuts went in there too.
   She collapsed on me; we rolled on our sides and rested while our hearts
and breathing caught up.  I _felt_ Marge kiss us firmly.  She told us,
_"You are wonderful together.  Now, I see there's a couple luscious bare
butts to chew on while you rest!"_
   She noshed on Teresa's bottom for several mutes with gentle love-bites
from those big ole teeth and with a wet phantom tongue and fingers on her
back door.  Teresa loved it!  Her hips started moving against me and she
told me, "More!"
   I hadn't softened up much, and that was an invitation I had no intention
of refusing.  I thrust back and we got into a fast rhythm.  "Harder!"
   All right!  I _felt_ Marge push a small phantom penis into her backside.
Teresa screamed and pounded her hips back and forth between us.  "Fuck me,
Maggie!  Fuck my ass hard!"
   In a few minutes she went off again.  She screamed as the energy flooded
through us and seemed to scorch us with its intensity.  She finally
collapsed and went limp.
   Marge slid her firm hot cuties all over us and poured butterfly kisses
on us.  _"Love you both,"_ she told us.  _"Love you a lot.  Best man!  Best
sister!"_
   We fell asleep; the bodies really needed it, too.
   Teresa woke me later with her mouth.  I don't know how I managed, but it
came up firm in less than a minute.  She wanted it hard and every way
possible.  Being the nice guy I was, I did my best.
   The last time, from behind, was so intense it pushed us outside where we
joined with Eileen, Maura and Marge in joyful dances, sweet _blendings_,
loving spirit-hugs, _windings_ and _kisses_ until 7:00.
   ------
   EILEEN (Sunday morning 5/7)
   From the way we women staggered out of bed to pee early Sunday morning,
I'd say the first Ceann sleepover had been successful.  Maura and Teresa
moaned and groaned about how sore their pussies and tits were -- and
grinned up a storm every second.  I wasn't too bad off; I'd had a pretty
easy night of cunny lapping and booby nibbling.
   Bridget got first dibs on my boobs after we'd gotten quick showers. 
Margie told us, _"You were all wonderful last night.  You're wonderful
ladies, and I love you all so much.  Now, let's roust out that lazy Sean
Cullen so we can stuff ourselves with breakfast -- and maybe he can stuff
you again later."_
   When Sean staggered out from his shower, he had three nekkid ladies and
a cutie-pie waiting to feed him.  Margie and I did the cooking since Marge
and Teresa were so knackered.  Yes, I did wear an apron.
   They weren't too tired to serve him, though.  They ensured he always had
a nekkid butt and (wet) pussy to stroke with boobs available to fondle.  He
managed to hold up his side of the deal while eating with one hand. 
Luckily, he's ambidextrous so he could switch sides quickly.
   After he slowed down, Margie and I got about four normal breakfasts each
into Maura and Teresa; I only needed two.  Margie got an extra feeding (_"I
worked hard, too!"_) so everyone got filled up.
   We staggered into my sitting room and sat there blinking at each other.
We were so stuffed we could barely move but felt really great!
   After a couple minutes, Sean stood up and stretched.  He leered around
at us and said, "Hmm.  The morning's youngn and here are four beautiful
nekkid women.  Eeny, meeny, miny..."
   All four of our pillows hit him.  Bridget was sleeping away, but Margie
told us, _"Sarah's due at 10:00.  She's in the hotel and she's on schedule.
I don't know about you, but I counted Sean at something like six times last
night.  He's got one more good one in him, I know._
   _"By the way, Sean, don't you have a little something for these sweet
sexy girls?"_
   Sean went into his office and came back with a small bag.  He knelt in
front of Maura and Teresa on the sofa and presented each with a small box.
"Just a little something to show how I think of you."
   They were shamrock pendants with an assortment of chains.  The shamrock
was about an inch across, gold and filled with emerald chips with a diamond
in the middle.  Maura and Teresa almost passed out they were so excited! 
They smothered him with hugs and kisses until he had to escape by
pretending to pass out on the floor.
   He kissed me hard and said, "And for you, my best lady." I got one too!
   He said, "For my best girl." Margie's was smaller as befit her physical
size but just as beautiful.  Margie and I hugged and kissed him and
promised he'd get soo laid Real Soon Now -- now he had two Soo Laids on
account!
   He brought out a flat box and opened it.  It had a dozen shamrock pins.
They were gold, filled with green enamel and had a nice emerald in the
middle.  Margie told us, _"For his other ladies after he lays with them. 
It's something they can show off and share with one another without having
to run down the street screaming, 'The Ceann screwed me last night!'
Hehehehe."_
   We ended back up in a pile on Sean's bed for a nap.  He groaned, "Glad
this is a commercial-strength frame.  I'm dayum near knackered out
completely.  I thought three times in one night when I was eighteen was
pretty good."
   I sucked him in; he started rising again right away.  Margie told him,
_"Six wasn't too shabby, Lover Boy.  Don't worry; we'll get you in
condition so a dozen won't be uncommon!  Maybe we'll let you rest right now
for a few minutes."_
   Teresa told him, "You've got genetics on your side, Sean.  The Ceanns
have always been able to go often for a long time.  I think we need to
practice a lot with you so you can keep us ladies happy."
   We dozed off and played tag for a while.  Bridget hid her body in Sean's
office; she figured Sarah didn't need to see a floating baby with tits just
yet.
   Right on time, we _felt_ Sarah come into my room; she'd knocked and
called, but we kept quiet.  She took a deep sniff and thought, _"Yes! 
Someone had a *good* time!"_
   She didn't seem to have Talent, but we could discern her thoughts with
no trouble, especially since we'd learned a little about probes last night.
She loved being restrained and dominated just a little!
   She went into my bedroom; it wasn't really too bad, just a couple big
wet spots.  She muttered, "Damn!  I gotta get me some of that; it's been
two fuckin' years now.  Maybe Mr.  C would be interested in an old lady --
he didn't seem to puke at the thought yesterday."
   She finished up in there and came through the joining door.  Three very
nekkid ladies ambushed her and left her clothes in a trail on the way to
Lover Boy's bedroom.
   She pretended to struggle and complain, but her wide smile let us know
it was more than all right.  We pinned her down on the bed and had her way
with her.
   She had no backoff on getting munched or munching us though she
complained a lot (when her mouth wasn't full) about how nasty we were and
how she was a good girl and how she should be getting her work done.  After
a couple minutes though, she couldn't talk because she was breathing too
hard and shrieking.
   Sean's voice boomed out, "Good morning, Sarah!  Ladies, hold her down
good."
   We held her down.  Her body was bucking and shaking but her wrists and
ankles weren't moving at all; we just laid hands on them with a little
pressure.
   Dayum!  Sean dicked her good!  About ten seconds in, we let go.  Sarah
wrapped her arms and legs around him and bucked like a bronco with a burr
under its saddle!
   Yowsah!  The Ceann pushed her through four orgasms before she passed out
as he spent in her.
   We laid her on a couple towels in the corner while we stripped and
changed the bed with sheets and a mattress pad from her cart.  With four of
us using _touches_ it took less than two minutes.  We emptied the
wastebaskets and restocked the soap, shampoo and towels.  The Cullens knew
the job cold anyway, since Sean had researched the process.
   When Sarah'd recovered a bit, Maura and Teresa pulled her into Sean's
bathroom for a quick shower (it would hold three adults).  I told them, "No
more molesting her today!  Some other time -- maybe."
   Sarah left about twenty minutes later sporting a shamrock pin, holding
firmly onto her cart because her legs kept giving way, her pussy sloshing
with Ceann-cum and wearing an ear-to-ear grin that lasted several days.
   When she'd left, Maura asked, "So, who's next?  Kate?"
   Margie said, _"Dayum, and I thought *I* was the 'liberated' one around
here."_
   Teresa said, "Well, you've gotta realize the more women the Ceann lays
with, the happier we are.  Actually, *our* status increases more each time;
it shows our clann has a strong, virile and loving Ceann and gains the
Clann status, too.  There's a recognition of quality, too, not just sheer
quantity.
   "Remember, Maggie, we've grown up with all this; it's part of our
upbringing and training.  Even now, remembering all our lives before and
being even more in control of our thoughts and actions, it still seems
right.  Sarah is now bound to us through a common, extremely pleasurable
experience which leads to no jealousy or possessiveness.
   "She knows now she's *really* part of the Clann and the Ceann's
recognized her as such, not merely a distant relative or an associate from
a business.
   "This is similar to how Sean designed his businesses; *everyone* wins.
From now on, each time Sarah sees any of us, she'll remember the Ceann
thought *her* to be special and will remember the wonderful experience she
shared with us.  If she sees another woman with the shamrock pin, they both
will know what it means and have a common, very strong bond.
   "Even if Sarah is never with the Ceann again, she will treasure the
memory.  Let's see if we can find her a good man; she's done without much
too long."
   We had another shower then kicked Maura and Teresa out into the cold. 
They were to go home, change and meet us with John and Pat in North
Hollywood.
   ------
   SEAN (Sunday noon 5/7)
   Everyone wore their Irish Inside tee shirts and conservative shorts. 
The ladies wore their shamrock necklaces, and we Hat Folk wore our green
bowlers.  I guessed with seven of us showing up like that, they'd figure
out pretty quickly we were Irish.  If they had a problem with that -- well,
we just might turn around and leave.
   The MapQuest map led us directly there in the half-hour it promised. 
Nice quiet residential street.  We waited a few minutes for the Nolans and
Bardons to get there, and we drove along together.
   The place was on a double-wide lot and looked pretty normal.  There was
a BMW, an Audi, a Toyota and a Land Rover in the circular drive; all were
fairly new so I guessed these folk were doing all right.
   There were three spots right in front of the neatly-kept lawn so guess
where we parked.  I'd just picked up Bridget out of her car seat when we
heard excited voices from the house.
   I turned and there were three young folk tearing across the lawn towards
us, whooping and prancing -- they looked like they were dancing in
synchronization; every move they made was together.  Two young ladies and a
young man.
   We were all out of our cars facing them when they stopped about five
feet from us.  Three heads swept left then right and wide eyes stared at
us. They snapped their heads and looked at each other then back at us.
   The backs of three hands slapped against their foreheads at the same
time.  They looked upwards, groaned, and said together loudly, "Irish! 
Ahh! Now what are we gonna do?"
   Not a real good start, if you ask me.  They dropped their hands, laughed
and rattled off in very fluent Irish, "Cead Mile Failte!  Cead Mile
Failte!" [a hundred thousand welcomes] They kept going in Irish.
   The blonde lady said, "I'm Janet.  Welcome.  Ooo!  I get to cuddle
Bridget first!"
   The other young lady (she looked Italian) said, "Okay!  I get to hug all
these lovely people then I'm next!  I'm Bellana."
   The young man said, "And I'm Henry.  Since these two are blathering
around, I'll be the one to invite you in.  Then I'll hug everyone!"
   Irish Gaelic all the way!  Fascinating!  Bridget immediately got a
neck-hold on Janet and started laying on the baby love while we went
towards the house.
   Another couple was waiting for us outside the door.  Jaysus!  The lady
was Red Irish and the man was Black Irish.  They both called out in Irish,
"Cead Mile Failte!"
   I took Eileen up while I kept an eye out for Bridget (we'd decided she'd
be Bridget until we knew the lay of the land); she'd already laid a lot of
lovin' on the three youngsters who were dashing around introducing
themselves and hugging the Nolans and Bardons.
   Eileen and I got up to the porch.  I swept off my bowler, put out my
hand and said in Irish, "Then you'd be Bob Reynolds.  I'm Sean Cullen."
   ------
   EILEEN
   Janey Mack!  I could tell already we were in for a good time today.  The
three young folk were simply delighted with Bridget and had given everyone
else nice hugs.
   Sean took off his hat (a miracle!), offered his hand to the man and
said, "Then you'd be Bob Reynolds.  I'm Sean Cullen."
   Bob said (in Irish), "That I am." He looked around at us all, then back
at Sean.  "And you'll be putting that hat back on.  *No* man needs come see
us with hat in hand." They shook hands and Sean flipped his hat back on.
   Sean introduced me to Bob.  Bob looked at me, and I felt a lot of the
same power and depth within him I'd felt when I first met Sean.  This was a
really deep person.  He tried to shake my hand, but I gave him a firm
friendly hug.  I whispered in his ear, "You are something.  That's the
first time Sean's taken his hat off for anyone."
   He hugged me back gently; I could feel nothing but steel-hard muscle
everywhere.  He whispered, "It's not needed at all.  We're all just people
here."
   He introduced Sean and me to the Red Irish lady, "This is Kathleen
Donovan, my fiancee." We traded friendly hugs; she _felt_ wonderfully deep.
   They looked right around our age, maybe a tad younger.  They wore an
aura of competence, confidence and friendliness.  They were...  totally
something!
   Another couple came out; they looked Hispanic and about the same age as
Bob and Kathleen.  Bob introduced them as Sherry Stapley and Mario
Castillo. They spoke with us in Irish, too!  Neat, Irish with a Spanish
accent!  Why not?  We shared hugs and did the reception-line bit with
everyone.
   Bridget gave Bob and Kathleen the full shtick.  They hugged, kissed her
back and laughed.  Bob told her, "You're a little rascal, aren't you.  I
bet you speak Irish too, and are putting on a wonderful show for us."
   Bridget shot back, _"Well, it's a bit better to have someone
underestimate you to start with, right?  Anyway, I can't really speak yet
because the body can't.  In the meantime, you'll just have to put up with
this.  *And* I probably know more Irish than you, so don't try to slip
anything over on me, Mr.  Bob."_
   Bob laughed again.  He told her, "I stand humbled before you, Ms. 
Bridget.  Please don't gnaw on me with those sharp teeth."
   Everyone laughed and moved inside.
   Very nice place inside!  Roomy, spotlessly clean and impeccably
decorated with no clutter or "stuff" while still looking comfortably lived
in.  Someone had done a fantastic job.
   Kathleen said, "Sherry, Mario, Bob and I live here.  Fortunately,
*those* three..." she pretended to glare at the young folk, "live in
Burbank."
   They immediate started giving her a hard time.
   "And it's a Good Thing."
   "Mr.  Cullen, they make us slave for them!"
   "All hours of the day and night!"
   "Even though we're still babies."
   "They force us to walk here then back home every day."
   "And it's five miles up hill!"
   "Each way."
   "If we lived any closer..."
   "They'd have us cooking and cleaning, too!"
   Somehow I didn't quite believe them; I think it was the big grins they
had plastered all over their faces."
   Kathleen gave us a quick tour of the place.  She said, "Feel free to
look around anywhere.  Beware of opening too many drawers, though, some of
our toys might surprise you."
   Hmm.  Anyway, we looked.  Wonderful place.  Bridget didn't try to hide
much; she overtly darted around through the air, vanished into other places
and showed back up again a few seconds or minutes later.
   We ended up in a dining room around a large, antique table which matched
the room perfectly.  Bridget popped back in, sat herself on the table in
front of me (she can sit alone now!) and announced, _"Excellent place!  I
think I'll let you keep it."_
   Our hosts laughed.  None of them appeared to have any trouble "hearing"
her.
   Henry, Janet and Bellana brought out the food.  They seemed to dash
madly around but never spilled anything, never ran into each other and were
perfectly in control of themselves.  They appeared to be in their
mid-teens, and if those four beautiful breasts were any indication, were
well into puberty.
   They had none of the puberty awkwardness, though.  Yeh, if I looked, I
could spot the gangliness.  I _looked_ deeper; they were actually _joined_
quite tightly and were operating as a team.  No wonder they were so
synchronized.
   The food was delicious.  There were several Irish delicacies and a wide
assortment of other American and Hispanic food.  We three ladies scarfed it
down!  Breakfast had helped, but...
   Everyone kept chatting, though.  If we weren't eating, we'd speak Irish,
otherwise we'd _talk_ mentally.  Their mental communications were sharp,
clear and incredibly precise.  They must have been doing it for a *long*
time.  I kept having a nagging thought we were in way over our heads, even
if they did appear to be so nice.
   Teresa asked Sherry, "How does an obviously-Spanish couple and three
non-Irish teenagers learn to speak fluent Irish?  Sounds like you've been
speaking it since birth."
   Sherry grinned and pointed at Bob.  "It's all his fault.  For years at
school we've called him the Sorcerer because he always seems to pull some
magic out somewhere to make things go right."
   She showed us his trick of a _link_ to pick up a language.  After the
fact, it was incredibly simple.  So simple, I'd probably never have thought
of it.
   I finally got enough food to keep me going for a couple more hours.  I
gave Henry a little kiss when he took my plate and cleaned up in front of
me.  He told me, _"I'd give you a kiss back, Ms.  Eileen, but I'm afraid to
get that close to you; your incredible fragrance, beauty and sweetness
would overwhelm me."_
   Yeh, right.  I made a wild guess Bob wasn't too bad at slinging the
blarney around and Henry had picked right up on it.
   Bridget was hungry so I pulled up my tee shirt, unhooked a cup and put
her on the boob.  Like Sean, no one neither looked nor didn't look.  Nice.
   ------
   SEAN
   Lunch was great.  While we didn't really exchange a lot of information,
we knew this group was extremely competent at mental communication and was
just as competent at not _leaking_ anything out.  I didn't _push_ at them
at all; I just let things roll on.
   The young folk cleared the table and we sat back with drinks.
   Bob looked hard at my hat, then at Eileen's and Marge's.  He grinned at
me and said, "Sean, it seems you're more than willing to attract attention
to yourself in a nice way.  Then if anyone gives you any crap, the Hat
Squad over there tears them a new one.  That says to me you're either gonna
be wealthy or you already are.  So what do you folk do?"
   I admitted to having a few cents stashed away.  Maura jumped in and
started bragging on me about my businesses.  Well, if she wanted to handle
the Public Relations, fine by me.
   Maura finished up by telling them how I'd helped them start Eire's
Tavern and blathered on a bit more.  I butted in and said, "I just offer a
few suggestions here and there.  I join in on the singing and dancing;
that's fun."
   Teresa said, "Yeh, right." Then *she* went on and on.  Argh.
   I managed to get in some bragging on of my own.  "Eileen's got a BBA. 
She and Bridget are part of Cullen Enterprises and are studying right now.
They're extremely competent already, and I think we'll have a crack team by
the time they're done."
   Sherry asked, "How did you guys discover your abilities?  So far, you're
the first independent people we've found outside our group."
   Eileen handled that.  She told them how the three of us had met and
sparked each other's empathic talents.  She gave them a brief rundown on
Frank, meeting Maura and Teresa and just _snuggling_ with them.
   Maura said, "Then Teresa and I _snuggled_ with our hubbies.  So, here we
are.  We know of several others with the Talent, including all our kids,
but haven't started anything with them yet; we're just getting used to it
ourselves and didn't want all the confusion.  So, Bob, how did you guys
discover this?"
   Bob told us, "My father's an empath.  He could pick up emotions and
sometimes thoughts or images.  I thought I'd inherited the abilities
because around puberty, I started getting them."
   He told us how he'd met Natalie Shanahan last September at school
(Jaysus!  He and Sherry were only eighteen!), how they'd _fallen_ into each
other and of the love they'd found for each other.
   Ana and Don, George and Sherry.  The Inner Circle and Brain Trust. 
_Sharing_ thoughts, communicating, _links_ and _touches_.  Telempaths. 
Discovering how to be outside, independent of the body.  Sunshine and the
Sorcerer.  Ones of us.  Henry and Janet, others and yet others.
   He asked, "Obviously you're aware of yourselves as spirits.  Do you have
memories of times before this?"
   Eileen told them of how she and Bridget had been at the maternity ward,
what they'd seen and that all of us had memories of millions of years
before.
   Bob said, "Great.  Then little of this will be a total surprise."
   Switching bodies (we're gonna do that!).  The apparent cycle of body
death and finding a new baby body.  The January earthquake and George's and
Natalie's death.
   Kathleen picked it up.  "They had an Irish wake.  The main difference
was George and Sunshine both were there.  They couldn't do a BYOB because
their bodies were under several stories of earthquake debris.  In fact, the
remains were recovered only a couple weeks ago."
   George finding a new baby body and still remembering who he was. 
Sunshine and Kathleen Donovan.  Evin Donovan and family.  JRD and
sub-companies.  A marvelous wonder it was!
   Kathleen Sunshine told us, "At the first meeting Siobhan attended, she
observed we were actually a clann, a family.  Not by blood, lineage or
marriage but by common abilities, goals and purposes.  She nominated Bob as
the Ceann.  We elected him unanimously.
   "So, what we have is a non-Irish Clann with lots of Irish members and an
elected Ceann.  We've actually incorporated it as a not-for-profit
organization, Clann Reynolds." She grinned, "Uncail Evin is a lawyer; he
knows that sort of stuff."
   Our hosts applauded Bob.  He groaned and rolled his eyes.  Fun.
   Bob said, "So, that's basically who we are.  I'd say we have over fifty
first-generation, active members here in Burbank/North Hollywood.  Probably
at least 25 up in Redmond, Washington and at least 20 by now down in Cabo
San Lucas in Mexico.
   "Now, unless the tee shirts are wrong, you're all Irish.  Sean, Teresa
and Maura are blood; Eileen and Bridget are blood.  From what you've told
me, am I correct in assuming you seven are everyone you have right now?"
   Teresa said, "So far.  We've spotted several others with what we call
Talent and you call potential or Sensitives, including our five children;
not all of the others are Irish.  Hell, we're babes in the woods on all
this stuff.  As to our clann..."
   She told them about Clann Cullen, "Sean is our Ceann by heritage.  The
last Ceann died five years ago in 9.11 and never passed that knowledge on
to him.  So, the poor guy's had the entire thing dumped on him yesterday
and has been gallantly trying to catch up on his *responsibilities*."
   She leered at me.  Saucy wench!
   Bob and I looked at each other and laughed.  He said, "Welcome to the
club, Sean."
   We laughed for a good five minutes.  My Clann poked fun at me and tried
to make me squirm.  They didn't succeed this time; I just grinned and took
it.
   Henry, Janet and Bellana seemed to take special delight in prodding Bob
about his "duties."
   I asked him, "I can see they're a pretty wild crowd.  Do you carry whips
around to keep them in line?"
   Bob grinned.  "We do call them the Wild Bunch, actually.  As for whips,
all I really need is the flat of my hand on some asses."
   He slapped his hand hard on the table; it sounded like a gunshot.  The
Wild Bunch jumped out of their chairs, dropped to their knees (perfectly
synchronized) and kowtowed wildly.  They chorused, "Please, Mr.  Ceann-man.
Not the dreaded hand.  Please!" They spoiled it, though, by rolling on the
floor while laughing.
   Bob looked at me in mock-despair.  "I get no respect." Not a bad Rodney
Dangerfield.
   He got a little more serious.  "What I'd recommend, if you're willing,
is you folk get with us for some training.  In probably several hours, we
can bring you up to speed on everything we've discovered, including how we
wake up the Talent or potential.
   "Unless you've got some other ideas, I see no reason we can't share our
technologies at least.  Business-wise, we should have an in-depth
discussion later; I can see already you've got a really workable business
system.  We could talk about that and see what we can work out.
   "I don't see any of the Clanns sparring or feuding over territory or
people.  Right?"
   This was a no-brainer.  "I agree.  Although, I don't really see that we
have anything to offer in the way of, em, spiritual technology."
   Henry laughed.  "Right.  For starters, how about a shield that appears
entirely natural, but we can't get through?  We've got some good probes and
they just bounce; doesn't matter how much power they have, they just slip
off."
   We must have looked a bit surprised.  Bob said, "Just that alone could
save all our hides someday.  Now, Ms.  Bridget, how about you 'fess up a
bit.  There's one hell of a lot more to you than a cute little girl with
some very old memories."
   I nodded to her and Eileen.  Eileen said, "Right.  Clann Reynolds, we'd
like you to meet Bridget Margaret McLennan.  She's physically my daughter
and is also Margaret Gallagher Sullivan, my 93-year-old grandmother.  She's
sometimes a real pain in the ass."
   Nana popped up her cuties and told them, _"That's my job!  My body died
just before Bridget was born.  I so wanted to be with my Snapper I found
them and got in the right baby.  The problem was, I forgot.  Sean started
bringing me out of my fog as a baby and within a couple days of being
around Eileen and back near our old home, I remembered."_
   She showed them her personae; everyone loved them.
   Marge told them, _"Like both George and Sunshine, I now have the
memories available in a new body.  I guess one advantage I have is I've got
a very rich adult current-culture background; even at 93, I was interested
in current events and kept up with a lot of the technologies."_
   Janet asked, "And those gorgeous boobs?"
   _"Accessories."_ She told them how she was used to them and how the
feedback worked.  _"I've got them in a nicely-trained setup; I don't have
to think about how they work any more, just that they work.  They don't
give sexual sensations; I'd say that's an issue of body maturity.  But they
do give extremely pleasurable sensual sensations.  And I can modify them as
I need.  Plus, they make me feel a bit more on the same physical level with
these youngsters.  Works for me."_
   The Wild Bunch especially seemed very interested.  Marge grinned,
wobbled them and asked, _"Wanna check 'em out?"_
   They did.  Marge floated over; they gathered around her and checked her
out thoroughly with quiet giggles, laughs and squeals.  They _shared_ with
the rest of us.
   After a few minutes, Bob cleared his throat and said, "Okay, you four.
Save the orgy for later, right?"
   I told the gang, "Please, don't get her started.  At 93 she was
over-sexed and undernourished and is _still_ that way."
   Marge floated over to me and snuggled up.  Wiggling her cuties against
me, she said, _"And you're gonna take care of me.  Right, Ceann Sean?"_
   Argh.
   Chapter 12
   EILEEN (Sunday afternoon 5/7 with Bob and Kathleen)
   Bridget told me, _"I feel a load coming on; I'm gonna duck out and
change."_
   She vanished.  The rest of us chatted away until she got back.  She
decided to snuggle up with Mario and give him a bit of cuddling.
   Kathleen asked, "Maggie, how did you learn to teleport?"
   Margie asked, _"Teleport?"_
   Kathleen said, "Yes.  From the moment you got here you've been doing it.
When you went to change this last time, you teleported your body, then the
diaper bag.  Same coming back."
   Margie said, _"Oh, yeh.  Guess that *is* teleporting.  Well, yesterday I
needed to be back and forth so much to supervise the snappers I just
started doing it.  Opening doors and winding around the walls and so forth
was time-consuming so I just decided to short-cut it.  Seems to work fine;
I figured it was just part of the Talent."_
   Henry asked, "What about air displacement and shock waves?"
   _"Well, the total mass transferring is always the sum of the mass from
both ends.  On the destination, just start the incoming mass at a point and
move out the air or whatever.  Buffer the air compression with concentric
layers of touches -- like shock absorbers -- and that prevents odd breezes.
Once the transfer's started, it's a logarithmic rate.  Hmm, that's a
natural log._
   _"At the source, leave another set of touch buffers behind to let the
displaced medium shrink at an optimum rate so it's quiet -- both source and
destination rates and forces vary with things like air temperature,
pressure, humidity, the medium itself and what you're porting.  Pretty
simple, actually, after a couple times."_
   Henry shook his head; he seemed surprised.  I was too, but I'd gotten
used to Margie vanishing and reappearing.  Henry asked, "You try any
long-distance-stuff, say to Northern California?"
   Margie said, _"I'll be back in a couple seconds,"_ and vanished.  The
Clann Reynolds looked rather worried.  About fifteen seconds later Margie
plopped herself down on the table.
   _"I went to college in Palo Alto.  The campus is still pretty much the
same as the last time I visited in '99.  The parking lots are cleaner,
though."_
   Henry sighed.  "How about the angular momentum difference?"
   Margie grinned at him, _"You wanna teach me how to suck eggs too, young
man?  I've got a PhD in Applied Math, I taught hard sciences in high school
and college for forty years then kept up in physics and math after I
retired.  Just add or subtract the energy vector as the mass moves.  What's
so hard about that?"_
   The Clann Reynolds started laughing; I thought there'd be some pee in
some pants.  They finally settled down.
   Bob said, "Margaret, in January, Kat teleported a small necklace a
couple miles without knowing it.  I'd say we've spent well over two hundred
man-hours developing the technology since then.  We take ten to twenty
hours to teach someone.  And here you bop in, and it's as simple as
breathing to you.  How about you come over here and I'll paddle your cute
butt for showing us rank amateurs up."
   Margie said, _"Ooo!  Pretty please?"_ She plastered herself against him,
wiggled her butt and wiggled her cuties against his chest.
   Bob laughed, hugged her firmly and spanked her lightly.  He said,
"Over-sexed is right.  Now they just have to figure out a way to feed you."
   Margie told us, _"As soon as my nerves start responding, Sean's really
gonna have his hands and mouth full.  That'll do for starters.  He's my
best man!"_
   Sean shook his head a little but said, "Marge, you're my best girl!"
   She wiggled against Bob again then went to sleep.  She asked, _"What's
next?"_
   Kathleen said, "How about we compare organizations?  We probably have a
lot of similarities."
   That was agreeable.  The Wild Bunch passed around a set of papers with
their organizational customs.
   Teresa appeared to be the current Clann Cullen historian, so she handled
our end of the discussion.  Actually, we had many more similarities than
differences.  The main differences was their membership was by
invitation-only to "ones of us" while ours was by blood, marriage and
invitation.  Plus, our Ceann was hereditary while theirs was elected.
   Teresa said, "I see us evolving a core group of our aware Talented
people.  Membership-wise, it would then be extremely similar to the Clann
Reynolds and work pretty much the same."
   Sherry said, "Go ahead and take those papers with you.  If needed, we'll
get you in touch with our Customs Committee; Kathleen's 'grandparents' were
from Ireland and are familiar with a lot of the customs."
   The Wild Bunch gave us a set of green papers.  Kathleen told us, "These
don't leave the house.  You can see why."
   Yeh.  Sexual customs.  Abso-fuckin'-lutely marvelous.  Exactly enough to
guide yet with no artificial restrictions.  Basically, if it was consensual
and didn't expose the Clann or the participants to the silly mundane mores,
it was acceptable.  Yes!
   Then there was the customs for the Ceann and Mate.  Wonderful -- an
honoring; again consensual!  For all practical purposes, Clann Reynolds had
synthesized the same setup that Clann Cullen had evolved over several
thousand years.  Perfect!  Nothing left out and nothing arbitrary.
   ------
   SEAN
   Eileen looked directly at Bob.  "I'm quite sure we would all benefit
greatly from some Clann, em, cross-cultural exchanges."
   Kathleen looked at me; her shoulders went back and some wonderful bumps
appeared on the front of her blouse.  She told us, "I know it would be
very, em, educational."
   Bob and I locked gazes; simultaneously we rolled our eyes a little and
groaned lightly.  I asked him, quite loudly, "Do your social secretaries
arrange your, em, customs like mine do?"
   He laughed and said, "Yep.  Kat and Sherry seem to have this schedule
they keep someplace.  I've given up trying to figure it out and just try to
put up with the burden."
   Another Ceann with the same problem.
   "Yeh, I know what you mean, Bob.  Seems like I have four social
secretaries right here making up my mind for me.  Ah, well.  Just another
duty in the life of those who've found themselves in our positions. 
Perhaps if we work at it enough, we'll come to at least enjoy it a little
instead of having to leave teeth marks in bullets."
   I could feel "my" women glare without even having to look.  Maybe I'd
better back-pedal a little.  "Actually," I told him, "so far they've been
right on the money.  Every one has been totally delightful, and I've loved
every moment."
   That helped a little bit.  I was sure they'd enlighten me when we got
back home.
   Bob grinned.  "Good save.  I had a bit of an issue with it for a while,
especially since these were all created customs.  Then Kat and Sherry took
me aside and 'splained it to me."
   Maura asked, "'Splained it'?"
   Bob grinned.  "Several people take you out back of the barn, beat the
crap out of out you and 'splain the situation until you see it their way.
Fortunately, my bruises healed in only a couple days.  After all, it was my
word against thousands of theirs."
   Eileen told him, "Good.  That's the way it should be.  The Ceann knows
what he needs to do; he needs to grin and bear it."
   Janet piped up, "Or is that 'bare' it, Bob?  I, for one, am still
waiting for the Midnight Ride of Robert Ravisher."
   Bob slowly turned a steely gaze on her.  He said, "Kat, maybe you and
Sherry should consider moving her up a little.  It sounds as if she's in
severe need of the Rod of Chastisement."
   Janet drooped to the floor at Sherry's feet and pretended to kiss them.
She whined, "Please please please?  I'll be really bad the next several
days if it'll help.  Maybe if I'm bad enough, I can get all four of you to
chastise me."
   That brought down the house for a bit.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Bridget needed fed again.  The nursing bra was pinching me so I took it
off under my tee shirt and tossed it in the diaper bag.  Bridget latched on
with a contented sigh and went to town.
   We chatted about birth control for several minutes.  A doctor in Clann
Reynolds had come up with the idea and had found it worked perfectly.  No
pills, diaphragms, condoms, IUDs or other mechanical or chemical devices --
just a _look_ and a light _touch_ if needed to keep any egg from attaching.
Very nice.
   Maura and Teresa were burningly interested; they had three girls to
protect immediately.  They used a diaphragm and an IUD themselves and
seriously considered going off them after learning of this.
   Myself, I wasn't planning on using anything for a while; Sean and I were
gonna make a baby!
   On the other hand, this would take any guesswork out of the honoring; no
lady would get pregnant from laying with the Ceann -- unless that's what
she wanted.  I smirked a little at Sean and told him, _"No restrictions now
and no excuses."_
   He pretended to groan and told me, _"Yes, ma'am."_
   I switched Bridget to the other boob; she still had the room in her
tummy and was interested.  When she was done, I blotted dry with a tissue,
pulled my tee shirt down then "put on" my Inner Touch bra.  Kathleen
immediately claimed Bridget for the burping; she used the back-rub
technique herself.
   We finished up on the birth control discussion, at least for now. 
Sherry announced, "Break time!  Ladies, how about a powder room
discussion?"
   ------
   SEAN
   The ladies trooped off with their purses, bags and other female
paraphernalia.  We guys cycled through the three bathrooms off the den and
pool then guy-talked.  Bob (and Kathleen) had a lot of expertise and
experience in construction and renovations, and Mario was a computer
network administrator at JRD.  Henry was a math wizard and a warrior of
some sort.  Bob showed us around in a little more detail.
   He said, "We've been here three weeks now and are pretty well settled
in. Seems every Clann woman has been through here checking out the exact
shade of the curtains in the kitchen and how many chairs there should be
around the pool.  Being of sound minds, Mario and I don't get involved."
   John asked, "Who did the design?  It's extremely well-done."
   Bob grinned.  "My mother.  She and Father own Reynolds Construction;
she's got a Masters in Interior Design.  She takes the flack so Mario and I
just enjoy the results."
   I got a card for Reynolds Construction; often a business site needs some
renos.  The Olive Tree Lane house might need some work too, once we decided
what to do with it.
   Sherry told us, _"Okay, guys, enough of the plumbing talk.  Everyone
back to the table."_
   We refreshed our drinks and took our spots.  The ladies filed back in at
a brisk walk.
   Jaysus!  They'd *all* taken their bras off.  There were now eight sets
of gloriously-wobbling breasts with wonderful tittie hard-ons demanding
extreme admiration.  Perfectly perky, perfectly presented!  Any lady with
buttons had them open displaying very generous amounts of cleavage.
   Even Janet and Bellana were a touch perkier and wobbled deliciously. 
Marge hadn't worn a bra of course but seemed to wobble more than before.
   They sat and scooted in a couple times.  Each scoot gave us additional
wobbles.  Where to look?  Twelve male eyes almost got eyestrain switching
around.
   Marge said, _"Hooter heaven, hey?"_
   Everyone laughed which gave us more esthetic gyrations to admire.  Bob
looked at me and said, "Sean, Clann Cullen has brought us some wonderful,
intellectually-stimulating technologies with your shields and
teleportation. However, I'd personally be willing to trade them all for
this esthetic process."
   Mario and Henry agreed fervently.  I told them, "'My' ladies have
demonstrated this before.  I don't know how they do it, and I'm not gonna
ask.  I'm gonna sit back and admire the beauty surrounding me."
   The guys all said together, "Agreed!"
   ------
   Bob had us break up into one-on-ones between the Clanns for some
training.  I got matched with Bellana; she took some pity on me and let her
nipples die down.
   We got coaching and drilling on cellular-level firewalls and body
shields, communication VPNs, power VPNs (truly awesome), outside Relative
Movement, restraining leakage and how they "enhanced" Sensitives and
potentials to be ones of us.  She gave me a sample prepackaged set of
programming for the firewall and body shield.
   She said, "Seeing you guys are Irish, notice in the body shield there's
'sunglasses' and 'sunblock.' We had six Irish lay on the nude beach in Cabo
San Lucas all day with not a hint of burn."
   Yes!  One of our major physical issues handled!
   When we were done, she told me, "We've got more advanced firewalls with
programming.  The body firewalls and shields can be programmed a lot more
too, especially with interesting personae.
   "The probes can be more sophisticated.  You already know about what we
call _inspections_; sometimes a couple _inspections_ is all someone needs
to bootstrap themselves.
   "You folk have great shields now.  Probably we'll have you get together
with Toro and Mario for more technical discussions, but for now I'd say
you're in fine shape over all.  You can defend yourselves, move,
communicate, share power and enhance people.  We'll probably have a lot
more interaction between the Clanns while we trade information.  I've no
doubt that Frank, Henry and Don will want to have a deep discussion with
Maggie on teleportation."
   I asked, "Toro?"
   She smiled widely.  "Yeh!  My Toro!  He's got El Cajones del Toro.  Last
year..."
   She told me how Henry had jumped in to help Natalie at extreme risk to
his hide, and how he, Janet and she had gotten together.  Very nice!
   Bob called us together at the table for a wrap up.  He told us, "I can
see no reason why our Clanns can't work together for our mutual benefits.
Anything to bring up on that we haven't touched on yet?"
   Clann Cullen was happy and no one else had anything on it either.
   Bob said, "We'll probably meet several more times to continue both the
training and the information sharing.  Of course, it doesn't have to be the
entire groups at once.  What I'd like to do now is invite you seven to our
Clann meeting tomorrow evening.  You can meet the rest of the Clann
Reynolds and dazzle 'em."
   It took less than half a second for us to agree.
   Bob asked, "Anything else to bring up right now?"
   Nope.  We shared a round of hugs and snuggles.  Kat whispered in my ear,
"Eileen and I will schedule some, em, cross-cultural exchanges, so stay
healthy, Lover Boy!"
   I whispered back, "Your intelligence, fire and beauty have already
ignited a flame in my heart."
   We headed back to Altadena.  It was about 5:00 so we decided on an early
dinner together at a nice steak house.  We talked mentally and in Irish
about what we'd learned.
   Marge said, _"My vote, for what it's worth, is that we trust them
completely.  All my experience tells me they are trustworthy and
honorable."_
   Teresa said, "We have basic compatibilities in our goals and customs.  I
think we can sharpen up our customs so they're as clear as theirs.  Theirs
are written so there's no misunderstanding; I think ours should be also."
   Maura put in, "Everything we've got is oral.  The fact that Seanathair
and Da didn't pass on things to Sean left us without an active Ceann for
five years now should remind us of our exposure to loosing what we do have.
While many of our customs, by necessity, are clandestine just as are the
Clann Reynolds', having them in writing will prevent any misunderstandings
or loss of them."
   Eileen said, "Yeh.  There's still probably lots of stuff Margie and I
don't know you born-to-the-Clann folk take for granted.  Then again,
someone like Kate, Sarah and Mary, who are Clann by distant blood, might
know even less.  I like the idea of invitation-only to our Core and a
gradual disclosure and agreement before anyone else joins."
   My two-cents worth was, "We'll probably meet their Customs Committee
tomorrow night.  Since Teresa seems to be our historian, let's ensure we
get at least her together with some of them for an in-depth revision or
clarification.  That way, I can know what's needed and wanted from me and
what to expect from a clansperson.  A lot of that is probably completely
separate from the honorings you ladies are plotting."
   There was a chorus of half-hearted denials from the ladies that they
were "plotting."
   Marge told me, _"Don't let 'em fool you, Sean.  They've probably got at
least half a dozen women already lined up.  And I betcha they've already
planned on watching to ensure you do it right."_
   Eileen, Teresa and Maura tried to look innocent.  Yeh, right.  I told
Marge, "At least you seem to be on my side."
   She laughed, _"Hah!  I'm gonna watch the closest and cheer the
loudest!"_
   Argh.
   We had a brief discussion about creating a not-for-profit organization
like Clann Reynolds.  We decided I'd talk with Evin and my lawyer later to
see what advantages and drawbacks there were.
   While Bridget nursed, we relaxed a few minutes and set up our
power-sharing VPNs.  Eileen, Marge and I formed a permanent set of
connections, the Nolans and Bardons another set.  We then put a heavy-duty
power VPN between the two groups.  Along with the last VPN, we established
a communications VPN so we'd always be in contact.  We'd just turn the
"volume" up and down as needed and it should work great.
   We had plenty to do during the day Monday, so we decided we'd just meet
at the Reynolds' for their Clann meeting.  Everybody went back home.
   The communication VPN worked fabulously.  No _looking_ for them, just an
"are they in a position to talk" then we're completely connected.  Pretty
much like a computer network!
   Maura told us, _"We're gonna put a power VPN to Mona and put on a bit of
pressure.  She's the oldest at almost-eleven, and we figured we'd do one at
a time for now.  We'll see what happens."_
   We took a shower -- talking and drilling was hard work!  Such wonderful
female bodies my ladies have; I ensured they were sparkly clean.  Of
course, they double-teamed me and ensured every tiny hair I had was
spotless!
   Eileen said, "Let's try out that body switching.  Sounds like tremendous
fun."
   So we did.  Eileen had a lovely body from the inside as well as the
outside.  Different balance and angles, though.  Her gorgeous breasts felt
wonderful.
   Bridget's body was interesting.  Besides being so small compared to
mine, the controls were really sloppy and some didn't appear to work at
all. Cool.
   Marge told us, _"See how my controls are so different?  I think it's the
physical end of the interface.  Ya know, I think that was a lot of what
happened with Dad.  With that tumor interfering with the interface, he
really couldn't control shit._
   _"Kinda like driving a shitty old car with a lot of stuff shorting out.
Turn the steering wheel one way, and sometimes the wheels would turn a
little, and other times they might slam all the way to the stop.  Or it
would turn in the other direction or start the windshield wipers instead._
   _"The brakes might work sometime or even occasionally short through to
the accelerator.  It'd be a real Murphy case; what could go wrong would."_
   Made total sense to us.
   We snuggled up on the sofa in Eileen's sitting room and chatted.  We had
a long, slow, very sweet three-way snog while we talked about some other
things.
   I asked, "The Olive Tree Lane house appears to be in excellent
condition. Eileen, since it's yours, you have the main say in what to do
with it.  Do we want to live there?"
   She said, "We've got a great setup here at the moment, Sean. 
Housekeeping, meals on call, automatic laundry, some privacy, pool,
Jacuzzi, that sort of stuff.
   "On the other hand, it costs; there's two fewer rooms available for
occupancy.  Granted, it's a hidden cost but none-the-less.  What do the
other rooms like these rent for?"
   It took only a quick check.  A little figuring at a 20% profit margin on
the rooms (it had been running that the last year) showed if we gave up the
rooms I'd bring in around $2,000 a month more.
   Marge said, _"We can definitely hire a part-time housekeeper and
possibly a cook at the house for that.  Your food costs will probably
actually be the same as if we ate here or with room service all the time.
Like the rooms, the kitchen costs are hidden; you might gain just a touch
with a bit less cost with us not being here.  How about tonight we go
exploring over there and see what we could work out?"_
   Yeh, sounded like a plan.
   Even though we'd been doing a "slow" snogging, my ladies were so
wonderfully sexy I was turned on like a fire engine.  That after everything
I'd done last night -- ain't genetics wonderful?
   Eileen was squirmy, too.  Her wonderful nipples were up full and there
was this truly delightful aroma catching my nose every few seconds.  Marge
told us, _"Hmm.  I think an adjournment to the bedroom is in order."_
   ------
   EILEEN
   Horny.  Jaysus, I'd come a lot last night with Teresa and Maura
(wonderful!), but still I wanted my honey.  Dayum he gets me stoked in a
hurry.
   After a quick wash and brush, Margie and I piled onto Sean.  What a
wonderful snuggling and snogging!  Margie kept nibbling our butts and
brushing her Margie-titties over us.  Yum!
   Sean abused my boobs with his mouth and hands -- so gently and lovingly
I could barely breathe.  Margie attacked my feet with her mouth and tiny
caresses from her hands.  She told me, _"There's absolutely nothing wrong
with my mouth and tongue -- better brace yourself, Eileen, I'm headin'
North!  Hehehehe."_
   Oh.  My.  Lord.  Her tiny mouth and tongue on my center drove me out of
my mind!  She kept brushing a wet phantom tongue over my pucker ever couple
seconds, too.  With Sean tormenting my tits and her below, I started coming
in no time.
   They were unmerciful!  They kept on and on creating wonderful hot rushes
through us as we _blended_ through and around our bodies.  Dayum!
   They traded places; Sean's fingers found my G-spot with *no* problem. 
Not hard, just light come-hither strokes that raised the energy up and up.
Hot turned to scorching.
   Maggie fed me her titties so I did my best to make her feel good.  I had
a Maggie-tittie sucked all the way in and was running my tongue over a huge
nipple when she told me, _"Love it, Eileen!  Now, to show you how it
feels..."_
   Holy fuck!  She passed the sensations right back to my boobs!  Ever have
both your size Ds (with milk) fully sucked into hot, wet mouths and the
nipples tormented?  Yee hah!
   They kept after me and after me until everything exploded at once
through my body (and theirs).  As we were pushed from our bodies, I
squirted breast milk from both boobs and Sean got a huge face full of my
juice.  In-fuckin'-credible!
   We shrieked and yelled out our delight!  This time there was no leakage
so we could be as loud as we wished.  I think Sean had to put up a body
shield over his ears because Maggie and I were screaming in them.
   So wonderful.  Our loud delight changed to warm, gentle stroking which
kept us going with gentle warm rushes for another ten minutes.  Sean and I
cuddled up face to face with Margie draped over us (_"I'll hop off if
either of you shifts too much."_) We used our _touches_ to create a warm,
soft nest a couple inches in the air with my leg draped comfortably over
his hip.  I pulled him inside me and told him, _"You are my love, my life.
Best man!"_
   Margie said, _"Best man!  Best friend!"_
   Sean echoed to us, _"Best girl!  Best lady!  I love you beyond words."_
   Sean and I moved gently against each other; in a few minutes we shared a
tasty tiny climax which sent our bodies right off to sleep.  We'd had a
hard week last night and today.  Besides, we had to rest up for our
mink-fucking Monday night!
   We popped fully outside and ensured our individual body shields were on
full.  Sean put an additional shield around both rooms (all six sides). 
Margie souped up the power VPN to her body so it would carry real-time
status information like breathing and heartbeat.  She told us, _"It's just
like being right there.  Now we can boogie and I don't have to worry.  If
your bodies move around, I can know it and do whatever I need to do.  Fuck
this is cool!"_
   We popped over to Olive Tree Lane to look it over as a living space. 
The den alone was almost twice as large as Sean's bedroom office.  Yeh, the
"office" at the hotel was already cramped with the three of us, and if we
were going to expand our operations we'd need more room.
   Sean said the water heater was a little small since we seemed to take
quite a few showers.  That looked to be easily fixable, so no sweat.
   Using Nana's room as our main room (it was the largest) would still
leave us two bedrooms.  It was larger than Sean's current bedroom and there
was plenty of space for a California King.
   There was room for two small cars in the attached garage -- Nana hadn't
filled it up with stuff.  We could easily fit both the Beemer and the Volvo
in the drive and there was plenty of street parking.
   Margie said, _"We can fit twenty easy in the living room and dining room
for meetings.  If we need more room, we could probably use the Tavern."_
   It was fifteen minutes from the house to the Altadena Arms, Eire's
Tavern or Maura and Teresa's so we still had the swimming pool and all
those facilities available.  Hmm, I need to check out the pool.
   I tried to tell Sean that Margie and I could do the housekeeping, but he
said, "No.  That's a total waste of your time.  You could be studying,
researching or other things that enhance our family, income or our
business. By the time you two are up to speed, you're worth a grand an hour
consulting.  Don't nickel and dime yourselves.
   "We can do without a cook for a while.  We'll ask Clann Reynolds about
housekeepers; betcha JRD has something.  While it may not be as convenient
as at the hotel, we'll have more privacy and room -- that means no
live-in."
   We talked more and decided to ask Elizabeth Reynolds and Bob about
renovations and design; for one thing, we needed several phone lines and
more power connections in the den along with some more bookshelves.
   We bopped back home for a diaper change and nursing then spent most of
the night exploring Altadena.  Shane's Shop had lots of new stuff I wanted
to explore later!
   ------
   SEAN (Monday 5/8)
   We slept in until 8:00; the bodies needed it.  After a quick shower, I
got us breakfast.  Might as well get used to doing it; I got the distinct
impression from the rulers of the household it was my task.  That's okay; I
got paid with kisses and sweet caresses from two lovely ladies when I
brought stuff to the table.
   Kate came through the joining door right on time.  We chatted a minute
then Eileen dragged her off into my bedroom -- probably to show off the
ring and for girl talk.  Yeh, I was right; squeals, laughs and giggles for
twenty minutes don't really fit in with discussing housekeeping.
   They came out all smiley-faced.  Kate was really happy; she looked at me
with one of those looks I'd been getting from women recently -- like they
were gonna eat me alive.  I was willing to bet my social secretary was up
to something.
   After Kate left, Eileen told me, "Keep tomorrow afternoon and evening
open starting at 4:00; be here by 3:00 or so to clean up.  Kate's coming by
after she gets off shift, and we're gonna have a little talk.  She might be
just what we need for expansion staff."
   Fine by me.  All my dealings with her had convinced me she was bright,
and I'd enjoyed her company over the years.  Eileen had put a power VPN
into her and was feeding in some power; she was already stirring.
   Eileen and Marge hit the books.  They were making excellent progress;
they'd probably be completely through the materials in another couple
weeks. I had a feeling we'd be going full-throttle in the near future.
   I tended to my email.  The statistics from everywhere were lookin' good;
guess I didn't have to set Bridget's teeth in them.
   Jim from Ladies' Leather sent me a list of points which needed to be put
in on the store before selling it; the total estimated cost was less than
$5,000.  I emailed him back to go ahead and to keep track of the invoices
so I could feed the bank account if needed.  Shouldn't take more than a
couple weeks.
   I spent the rest of the morning catching up with the newsletters.  Lots
of stuff going on and things to follow up.  Dayum, we need to get some
people going on this.
   I gave Eileen and Marge several checkouts.  They only missed one word --
excellent!
   After lunch, I started putting in the wedding invitation names and
addresses.  No big deal, just time-consuming; sometimes Maura's handwriting
wasn't the best.  Since she had an "I" by the names who were Irish, I put
that in too as a flag.  Probably we could send a different invitation to
them with some Irish on it.
   Unless I was mistaken, there were about a dozen names of people who were
on the hotel staff.  That's just about 20%.  Each of Maura's names was
marked with "I", "CB", "CM", "CI" (Clann Blood, Clann Marriage and Clann
Invitation), "A" for associate or any combination.  I flagged them that way
in the database as well as their relationship to us.
   ------
   EILEEN (Monday 5/8)
   While Sean was putting in addresses, Margie and I did a little shopping.
We stopped by Shane's Shop and looked over the goodies.  Sharon happened to
be in so we had a nice chat with her.  Yeh, she had a nice Talent.  We
checked out Celia and Jack Hanes, the couple who'd taken over from Frank
and me.
   Neat!  They had Talent, too.  Hah!  They were actually brother and
sister and had been in a relationship together for over ten years.  They
didn't look very much alike so that helped.  They were planning on children
together but were waiting until they were a bit better off financially.
   What the hell, no skin off our backs; they were good folk.  Margie and I
set up a power VPN to each of them and Sharon then notched up the power. 
No hurry; we'd just wait and see.
   We went to one of Sean's stores to look for a special something.  Of
course we checked it out ahead of time so we knew they had what we wanted.
   We found exactly the thing, a solid platinum claddagh ring; I thought it
would be exactly the right size for him.  Hmm, maybe we could get some
major loving in tonight as well as the mink fuckin'.
   Margie and I did more shopping the rest of the afternoon.  We didn't buy
anything, but that's not the point of shopping, is it?
   We got back to the hotel around 6:00 and Sean took us out for a
leisurely dinner.  I notched up Kate's power a little more; she was
starting to pick up other's thoughts and emotions more clearly.  Still dim,
but they were there.
   We gave Sean the ring.  I told him, "Wear this as you will.  You already
know how we feel about you.  You are our Prince and King and will be so for
ages to come.  As Ceann, you will be with others, but that is an honor we
gladly accept."
   He put it on his right ring finger with the heart facing him and told
us, "My heart is yours.  There may be others in our circle of love, but I
will not seek them because you have filled me so well."
   He gave us both firm kisses; we would have jumped all over him but being
in the middle of a restaurant had its drawbacks.
   I checked with Sherry on something then at 7:15 we headed to Burbank to
meet the Clann Reynolds.
   ------
   SEAN
   The seven of us went in together.  Bob introduced us immediately, and we
were swarmed with spirits!  None of us worried about individual
introductions right then; they just _hugged_ and _kissed_ us thoroughly and
welcomed us to their Clann.  Such wonderful people!
   We went through a receiving line of sorts.  Here I got down the names
(use each name at least three times in conversation so I'd remember it) and
kinda what they did.
   I noticed (what guy wouldn't) none of the Clann Reynolds females were
wearing bras and were sporting luscious wobbly breasts and cleavage.  Now
that's a good use of cross-Clann cultural exchange!
   Young and old.  George Baxter was the youngest at almost five months
old; dayum near Bridget's age!  He told me, _"I'm also the George Tanner
Bob told you about.  I decided to 'out' myself earlier than I'd planned."_
   Totally cool.  While the "adult" ladies gave me warm firm hugs, the
"kid" girls left me no doubt as to their sex.  Valerie Hess almost dropped
me to the floor; she just hugged me lightly but yow!  She whispered, _"I've
heard some rumors the last couple minutes we might be doing some
cross-Clann cultural exchanges.  Maybe we can exchange some culture while
we exchange body fluids."_ Yum.  I'll let the social secretaries work all
that out.
   Marge had her cuties up full bore.  Yeh, they were noticed.  She gave
her "accessories" spiel and offered a check out; probably 90% took her up
on it.  They were a great hit.
   After things settled down, I noticed Marge and George hanging out in a
quiet corner.  They were snogging to beat the band!  Neat.  A quick look
showed me they were almost completely outside _blending_ and rainbowing
away with a bright glow.  I'd thought Maggie would really appreciate
someone her body size and physical age; maybe we've got something going
there.
   One of the Clann Reynolds folk snuggled up with each of us Cullens. 
Janet pushed a hard nipple and firm breast up against my arm and told me,
_"We'll update you quickly on stuff you might not be familiar with."_ I'll
take that kind of updating any day.
   There were several reports on JRD various operations.  Janet filled me
in on "who" ramontheeye@yahoo.com was -- terminally clever and useful!
   Be Jaysus!  They were doing stem-cell research!  Ana Matthews gave some
broad hints they were running out of animal research to do and they were
looking hard at starting human volunteers.  Now *that*'s a technology!
   Janet told me, _"Remember, Bob and Natalie researched a few basics for
three months.  Then last December everything exploded when they got
outside. Seems every week we find someone or something new._
   _"Sean, we've got lots of people working on lots of things.  You folk
brought us the interesting mind shields and possible order-of-magnitude
jump in teleportation -- and you've only been at it a couple weeks.  We're
all gonna go places."_
   I leered lightly at her breasts.  _"Seems like you passed on some other
stuff, too."_
   She laughed and gave them a good wobble.  _"Yeh.  That's the first thing
we passed to the girls.  We *love* it!  While we teeny-boppers don't need
the support, Maggie showed us how to use it with a touch of positive
feedback to bounce more than we normally can.  We can't wait to show them
off all together in school tomorrow!"_
   Bob asked me to do a quick rundown on the similarities and differences
between our Clanns.  No sweat.  I ended up with, "I've already gotten some
broad hints both Clanns' social secretaries are working on some em,
cross-fertilization of cultures so I won't comment much on it except to say
I'd be delighted to cross-fertil -- I mean exchange cultural information
with *any* of the ladies I see here."
   I got lots of applause and lustful looks.  I also got targeted with a
*lot* of wobbles!  It pays to advertise.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Wonderfully nice people.  Both George and Dermot made a fun production
of checking us all for breast milk!  They were so enchanting I'd have no
problem giving out samples.
   David Reynolds, Bob's father, had a body of flexible steel.  Dayum, he
and Bob are hot based on that alone, not to mention the immense depth and
richness of them as spirits.
   All of them were rich and deep.  Yeh, I could tell there were
differences among them in sheer power, but to a one they were gloriously
competent and friendly.
   And yes, I'm sure the social secretaries will be interested in
cross-fertilization.
   Bob announced Kat and he were hosting a housewarming and pool party
(clothing-optional!) that Saturday.  He invited Clann Cullen as special
guests; of course we said, "YES!"
   We got back home totally hyped.  Margie'd had a glorious time with
George Baxter -- they'd hit it off totally and had spent most of the
meeting off in a corner snogging -- while still paying attention to the
meeting.  Hmm, maybe we've got something going here!
   We did a quick washup.  Bridget got a full feeding while we talked about
the meeting and possibilities of interactions between the Clanns.
   We piled nekkid onto Sean's bed.  Margie and he carefully checked out my
ribs by putting Sean's full weight on them -- oops, let's program the body
shield to protect the tits a bit.  All right, no pain!
   My wrists and fingers were okay too.  Just as a precaution, I programmed
a small reinforcement on them both.
   All righty then!  Time for mink-fuckin'!  I *had* missed getting pounded
into the mattress.
   So we did.  We found I could get my ankles almost to my ears; that
caused some hot bouncing of the innards!  Then, I could wrap my arms and
legs around him, squeeze and hump back as hard and as fast as I wanted. 
Delicious -- until we blew ourselves out of our bodies.
   Well, try again.  Hard, fast and intense while holding ourselves in as
long as possible.  Yowsuh!  Another blowout!  Too bad.
   Aw fuck.  I was worn out at the end of ninety minutes, not the three
hours I'd been shooting for; looks like I needed to get into condition. 
Too bad; we did our mid-air cushion and make slow side-by-side love along
with Margie for two hours while hot climaxes rushed through us, and we
_blended_ throughout our bodies and shared our happiness.
   ------
   (Tuesday 5/9)
   Tuesday morning, Kate was really stirring around.  She'd spent most of
the night "dreaming." All the way here on the bus and at staff meeting
she'd been picking up a lot of thoughts.  She was a bit concerned she was
going bonkers but wasn't really worried about it.
   With a wide smile, she confirmed she'd be there in the evening.  As a
parting gesture, I notched up the power again.
   Margie and I'd gotten our study in early so we could meet Elizabeth
Reynolds and Sean could meet Papa Sonora (a renovations man from Reynolds
Construction) over at Olive Tree Lane.
   Oh, my.  Elizabeth was bright.  Margie and I told her what she needed
and wanted then we walked through the place.  She made sketches, offered
suggestions and praised Nana for her good taste.  No blarney, even if she
was Irish.
   She told us, "You did good work here for a residence, Nana.  I don't
think it'll take much time, effort or money to shift it over into a
residence, entertainment and office environment." She took the sketches
home with her to fill them in.
   Apparently Sean had gone over air conditioning, plumbing, electrical,
telephone, cable TV and network stuff with Papa Sonora.  Even Margie and I
both could see we needed more outlets everywhere.  One outlet on a 20-foot
wall *was* a little lean.
   Sean told me later they'd probably rewire the entire place.  "He's got
an entire crew with Talent.  Most of the labor and time in rewiring or
adding wiring is on tearing holes in walls to run the wiring then patching
it later.  All they have to do is _touch_ holes in the studs and guide the
wire through.  Actually hooking up stuff to the outlets is pretty trivial.
   "We probably should replace the air conditioner unit, too.  It's almost
fifteen years old by now and looks pretty suspect.  With summer coming up,
it'll be needed.  They'll fill in the insulation wherever needed; these old
California homes had lots of heat holes."
   We decided to put in a larger water heater and to put a small Jacuzzi
out by the back door.  Hey, sounds great to me!  If we needed a swimming
pool, the hotel was right down the street.
   I cut a check to Papa Sonora for $10,000 to get the ball rolling.  He
said he'd have a crew start tomorrow morning.
   We went to Ana's house and chatted with her, Mama Sonora, Aileen and
Donal for a few minutes then they put us to work.
   Nice.  Training and drilling on multi-leel firewalls, different probe
levels and working together as a team inside a firewall -- or anywhere
else.
   The transcribing was interesting; we could do it with our usual
_touches_ but the system Patrick had developed which used the circuitry
directly made total sense.  At the end of a half hour, we were using a
mixture of the techniques, and all of us had increased our computer input
speed by a good two hundred percent.  That's useful any time.
   They taught us the injury energy bleed.  Yow!  We could see lots of dark
gray stuff locked up all through me.  We'll use that for sure!
   In the afternoon, we touched base with Maura and Teresa.  Maura told us,
_"Mona's really stirring around now.  She picking up stuff from the rest of
the kids left and right and is even talking with them a bit.  I think she's
even stirring them up; we adults have probably stirred them up a lot too
the last week with all our leakage.  Probably tomorrow we'll see if we can
pop her out."_
   Chapter 13
   SEAN (Tuesday afternoon 5/9)
   We got back to the hotel about 3:00 then took quick showers; Marge told
us, _"Gotta be fresh for Ms.  Kate!"_
   Kate knocked at the door right at 4:00.  Jaysus, what a difference.  Her
fire-red hair was down to her shoulders, she wore a neat blouse and skirt
and had on a bit of makeup.  Where's this lovely lady been hiding all these
years?  I wasn't so surprised I didn't notice her top several buttons were
open, displaying a tantalizing glimpse of a nicely-freckled chest.  Yum!
   We took her to the Tavern for early dinner; our treat of course. 
Carrying Bridget (firmly in-persona), I followed two daintily-swaying pairs
of hips to our table.  My mouth was watering already and not just for
dinner.
   Eileen's power VPN was producing results, too.  Kate had been "hearing
voices" and picking up emotions from people all day; she was ready to pop!
   Of course we talked; that was the main purpose for getting with her. 
Kate was 22, single and as Irish as they come.  She'd been speaking Irish
all her life as well as English.  Eileen asked, "Teresa thinks you're
something like a fifth cousin to the Cullens.  You know about the Clann
Cullen?"
   Kate told us, "I've been told I'm distantly related.  My folks have
talked about the Clann all my life.  Not all the time, granted, but mainly
that we're all related and look after each other.  Every once in a while,
they'd point out someone and tell me they're part of the Clann.
   "We've never been to anything I would consider to be a Clann meeting or
anything, but I know probably thirty people on sight.  That's one reason
I'm at the hotel; since Sean and his sisters own it, I knew I'd be treated
properly.  I know there's at least ten of us there in the Clann."
   What she didn't say was right in the front of her thoughts, _"Mom and
Rosheen talked about some wonderful customs."_ There were a couple
very-interesting extra bumps on the front of her blouse.  I just kept my
mouth shut and admired the view.
   I volunteered the data that I'd run across a dozen names in Maura's
address book I thought were from the hotel.  We ran down the names; she
mentioned three that weren't on the list and she found a couple she didn't
know were Clann.  Nice, that gave us about 15 in the hotel.
   Anyway, we basically gave her a job interview.  She lived maybe 20
minutes by bus from the hotel.  Her parents had died when she was in her
mid-teens, and her mother's much-older sister had taken her in.
   Her aunt had passed away last June, so she was on her own.  Kate said,
"I share an apartment with Rosheen Kelly; she's Clann.  A couple Clann
people check with us every few weeks.  I'm doing okay, actually.  I make
enough at the hotel to pay my share of the rent, keep food on the table and
clothes on my back.
   "I'm doing night college courses at Pasadena City College.  It's slow
since I can only take a course at a time; occasionally two.  I figure in a
couple more semesters, I'll have enough credits for an Associates Degree in
Accounting."
   She'd started working at the hotel the week after she'd graduated from
high school.  She told us since it was predictable and pretty stress-free
(no manager-pukes hitting on her all the time), she could apply herself to
her studies.
   "It does make a difference.  I've talked with a lot of girls going to
school and working; their work environment usually gives them so much
stress it affects their study.  I'm happy there for now but still want to
make something of myself; I don't wanna be a housekeeper the rest of my
life."
   ------
   EILEEN
   What she didn't say aloud was, _"Besides, while I'm at the hotel,
there's a *lot* better chance of Ceann Sean fucking my socks off some
morning.  Not much sign so far, but I can always hope."_
   So far, she sounded good.  We weren't looking for a degree, we were
looking for competency.  The fact that she'd already stuck out four years
of night college on her own said she had guts.  That in addition to being
so nice -- and so good-looking; Sean wasn't the only one eyeing the
freckles on her chest every once in a while.  And Kate had been eyeballing
my wobblies wondering how they'd feel -- and what breast milk tasted like.
   I told her, "Sounds like you've got a plan and are sticking to it, Kate.
Let's go back to the hotel and talk a little more, unless you gotta get
home."
   She told us, "No class tonight.  Rosheen knows where I'm at so there's
no problem.  The busses run til 11:30."
   Sean told her, "I'll make sure you get home safely...  sometime." He was
having thoughts along the same lines as mine.
   We kicked back in my sitting room.  Shoes off, Kate, Bridget and me on
the sofa where Sean could look up Kate's skirt at the wet spot on her
panties.  Nana's corrupting me.  Hehehehe.
   We talked a couple minutes more about what Sean had planned for the
hotel.  I told them, "I'm getting my robe on; Bridget's hungry."
   As I went into my room to change, I notched the power up again.  Time to
push it to her.  From my room, I asked her, _"Kate, you got a boyfriend
floating around keeping you satisfied?"_
   She didn't even notice it.  _"Nah, I've had a couple dates over the
years, but they faded away when they found I wasn't interested in just
putting out.  The most fun I've had in the past four years was a weekend
with a girlfriend at Disneyland."_ And what an interesting weekend it had
been!
   I was back on the sofa in my robe by then.  Bridget latched on and
started her dinner.
   Kate said, _"I don't mean to stare, Eileen, but I've never really seen
someone breast feed except you.  I know she's got teeth; don't they hurt?"_
   _"She's pretty good about it.  Every once in a while she digs in, but
the pressure isn't actually from her teeth."_ I _showed_ her how the areola
and nipple fit in the mouth and the milking action.  We chatted back and
forth about the benefits of breast feeding, how often, etc.  I told her,
_"Actually, Sean knows more about it than I do."_
   Kate finally realized something unusual was going on.  "What are we
doing?  We've been talking away for fifteen minutes and no one's actually
said anything."
   ------
   SEAN
   Yep, she got it.  I told her, _"You're remembering an ability most all
of us had before but had forgotten."_
   Kate was too polite to have her mouth gaping open for more than a
second. Eileen and I went over spirits and the body, communicating and a
bit of _joining_.  She lapped it up like an Irishman on a house round.
   We had her lean back and relax then helped her pop herself out of her
body.  Piece of cake; she'd already been expanded out a couple feet from
her body for the last hour.
   We coached her on communications, moving around, Relative Motion,
leakage, _touches_, spirit-hugs and _blending_.  She was achingly
enchanting in our _blend_, and we three flared together brilliantly.
   We took her to the maternity ward and showed her spirits picking up baby
bodies.  _"Almost all of us forget after we pick up a body.  We know better
now how to keep our memories."_
   We came back home and _talked_ about memories.  She was easily able to
find a couple memory sets ranging back several million years.  Sean told
her, _"As we settle in and get used to our remembered abilities, our
memories seem to get stronger.  The more we use them the better they get."_
   I told her, _"When we lose a body, sometimes we hang around for a long
time.  Other times it could be just a few minutes or days.  We'd like you
to meet someone."_
   We introduced Margaret/Nana who came out and greeted her with a firm
spirit-hug and _kiss_.  _"I think I knew your Aintin Patricia.  You folk
were over on Cooley Place by Victory Park?"_
   "Yes.  Right across from the swings."
   Nana said, _"Yeh, she's the one, then.  She was a very sexy lady and
came to visit me every couple months.  Hehehehe."_
   Eileen smacked her bottom a couple times and told her to behave.
   Kate asked Eileen, "Then you weren't kidding at all when you said she
was a mind reader?"
   Marge told her, _"Nope.  Sean sparked us off and by the time we got here
to the hotel, I had pretty good control of things.  Of course, they've
gotten an order of magnitude better since then."_
   I handed her my cell phone.  "Call Rosheen and tell her you're spending
the night with the Ceann and Ceann-Mates."
   She flushed (not blushed) and dialed.  She told Rosheen she was
"spending the night with the Clann Cullen Ceann and his Mates."
   We had no trouble hearing the reply, "That's WONDERFUL, Kate!  I'll be
fine for *days* if need be.  Put in a good word for me, too."
   Kate trembled with eagerness and happy tears dripped down.  "I've been
waiting and hoping for so long, Sean."
   I said, "Your wait is over, Kate.  We'll try to make up for it; I
apologize for being so remiss in my, em, duties."
   She laughed and told me, "I'll forgive you.  But you'd better hurry up
now because I've already started without you."
   ------
   Kate was a fetching Red Irish lady.  Short and slender (Short is
relative.  I'm 6' 1", Eileen and the Cullen Sisters are around 5' 10" and
Kate was about 5' 8"), she glowed with energy and life.
   In a sheer lacy bra and panties, she was a delight to the eye.  Her two
firm handfuls ("They'll probably grow a bit more; we're late bloomers.")
were nicely sensitive with delicious large slightly-puffy pink nipples
puckered to the sky.
   She was inexperienced but very eager.  _Joining_ about 50%, we had a
wonderful time finding as many sensitive spots on her body as possible --
and there were a lot.
   She gasped out, "Sorry to bring this up right now, but I'm completely
unprotected."
   It took maybe five seconds to show how she really was protected -- and
it was under her control.  She laughed and said, "Then let's get on with
the show!  Please get inside me.  It's not had much use and it's been five
years since the last time."
   "We'll get you up to speed if it takes all night.  Hehehehe."
   She loved it slow and gentle for now.  Totally fine by me.  By the time
I was buried inside her we'd shared three warm releases, and we were
_blended_ throughout our bodies.
   Such a delight she was!  Deep and rich with a pixyish sense of humor. 
We laughed, flared brightly together and made rich rainbows with our
caresses.  I could fall in love with this sweet woman very easily.  Is that
an occupational hazard?  I didn't worry about it right then.
   She was quiet; a few small noises at her peaks.  That belied her
uninhibited squirming and strong embraces -- she probably put some bruises
on me.  Housekeeping is physical work, and she'd been doing it for several
years.
   We didn't count her climaxes; this wasn't a contest.  Suffice it to say
there were plenty, and they steadily increased in frequency, intensity and
duration.  I had to numb myself up a little and lightened our _join_
somewhat so I wouldn't spend too soon.  This was for her, not me.
   She ended up on top, moving her hips briskly while our mouths were
locked together.  Her clit was riding along my dick on every stroke and
took a serious hit every time we bottomed out.  She was climaxing
continuously, and they were so strong we almost couldn't bear them.
   We finally lost all control and pounded erratically at each other.  With
a final upwards thrust, I spent inside her.  We locked up with her channel
clamping and releasing on me so hard the cum almost couldn't come out.
   A final blinding climax flooded us so hard we were pushed outside our
bodies.  So much wonder in this woman!
   ------
   EILEEN
   As soon as they came off, Margie ported her panties away so we could
wash them and have them dry by morning; we thought she'd appreciate it.
   We stayed out of their way and just _watched_ without interfering. 
Dayum they were good together!  She was an enchanting lady, no doubt about
it.
   When they got forced outside, I made sure their bodies didn't fall off
the bed.  They still thrashed and moved against each other for another ten
minutes.
   Maggie and I joined them in a wonderful _blending_.  We four fit
together so well!  Janet had told me more then a few spirits blended
together started to get confused as to who was who.  In our case, we fit
with absolutely no fumbling around.
   Margie, Sean and I had blended like oxygen and hydrogen to make water.
The four of us made a highly-complex "molecule" which appeared completely
stable, wonderfully bright and rich.
   We drifted together for a long time sharing our hopes and dreams while
caressing each other with love and admiration.  Such wonderful rainbows!
   I got wet clothes and towels and cleaned them up a bit.  They'd already
put a righteous wet spot right in the middle!  A couple towels handled it.
   We snuggled up on the bed.  Kate was eager to share kisses and caresses
with Maggie and me; such a sweet mouth and tidy breasts!
   We let the bodies doze off.  We coached Kate on setting up her
cellular-level firewall and body defense along with a power VPN to the
three of us.  Sean set up our room shield and we took off exploring.
   Kate knew a lot of interesting crannies in the hotel.  She regaled us
with tales of the strange things guests do from popping out of the bathroom
dripping sexual fluids to putting little stuffed animals all around.  Fun.
   We explored the park on Olive Tree Lane and showed her our house.  We
discussed our plans on moving there; she pointed out several good points we
hadn't thought of like the cars were only a few seconds away instead of
several minutes and a couple elevator rides.
   She said, _"But I'm gonna miss you three so much!"_ and wept a few
spirit-tears.
   I told her, _"Things will work out okay.  No matter how it seems now, it
will turn out all right."_
   Kate was a little comforted.  _"Okay.  Since I'll be losing you soon,
let's go back and do some more; the night is wearing on, and I have to work
tomorrow."_
   Sean laughed and told her, _"You have a paid day off tomorrow.  Sarah's
covering your shift.  Relax and enjoy."_
   She laughed and gave us huge spirit-hugs.  _"Thank you.  I love being
with you.  The loving is wonderful, but just being with you three is even
more wonderful."_
   We went back home.  Introducing her to supporting _touches_, we found
three adult bodies and a Margie-body could do so many interesting things
together when not constrained to a flat surface!
   She had a delicious pussy sheltered by fluffy red hair; she tasted and
smelled divine!  She loved every moment, especially when I tried to invert
her nipples from inside her vagina.
   Margie darted around and impartially molested everyone who had a body
part in reach with love bites, kisses, titty-rubs and nipple-sucking.  Kate
went wild when Margie fed back her Margie-titty sucking to her own breasts!
   We didn't worry about inadvertently hurting Margie.  With her body
shield, the hotel could collapse on her without injury.  She just dove in
and shared the joy.
   We ended up forcing ourselves out of our bodies -- several times.  Too
bad.
   ------
   (Wednesday morning 5/10)
   Kate and I woke up to the smell of breakfast!  Yes!  Sean is the man!
   He kept bringing it on.  Kate ate four normal ones; I contented myself
with three.  Margie got hers as we ate.
   It was really time for a shower.  We'd already proven we could fit three
(plus Margie) in Sean's shower, and we proved it again.  We made a Kate
sandwich and ensured every square millimeter of her skin was clean.
   We ensured her pussy and breasts were very clean; it took almost a half
hour and lots of moaning and shaking, but Kate finally convinced us they
were clean.  "Dayum, I'm gonna walk bowlegged for a week.  I'm already
shaking so hard I can barely stand up."
   We helped by drying her off; Margie handled the hair drier and brush
while Sean and I dried off the rest -- very slowly.  Funny, there was one
patch between her legs that never seemed to get dry!
   Margie and I kicked Sean out to get dressed.  We had to help Kate get
dressed because she couldn't stand up.  Poor girl!  At least she had clean
dry panties.
   We carried her out to Sean's sitting room and let her rest on the sofa
while we got dressed ourselves.
   Sean came out, knelt before her and pinned a shamrock pin on her collar.
He told her, "This tells the world I consider you a very special person. 
If you see another of the Clann wearing one, it means I consider them
special, too."
   They shared a sizzling kiss I could feel even from my bedroom.  Dayum
she's nice!
   Sarah came in to do the daily.  We grinned at each other and shared a
hug and kiss.  I eyeballed her shamrock pin and asked innocently, "Wow,
that's nice.  Where did you get it?"
   She laughed and told me, "From the looks of that necklace you're wearing
*and* since you were there, you already know."
   My room didn't need much of anything so she got over to Sean's place
pretty quickly.  I followed her in and watched while she and Kate met.
   They glanced at each other, looked at the other's shamrock pins and
laughed.  Sean told Kate, "Go with her and gossip.  You will anyway."
   Sean and I grinned at each other while we listened to them squeal and
laugh with each other as they changed Sean's bed.  Not that the bed needed
it, mind you; it probably only had five major wet spots.
   After Sarah left grinning, Kate came back and said, "Well, I should
probably be leaving now.  You two probably have a lot to do."
   Sean told her, "Have a seat for a bit longer.  We've got something we'd
like to go over with you."
   She sat and waited.  Sean told her, "You know I run my businesses out of
here.  Eileen and Margaret came aboard to help me mainly because I'm gonna
expand significantly in the next year.  If for no other reason, we'll need
the additional expansion room we have at the Olive Tree Lane house.
   "We need some really sharp people to help us do that.  They'd be doing
research, checking over accounting books, looking at statistics and keeping
an eye on various companies as well as teaching.
   "Kate, how would you like to work with us?  We could help you finish up
your Associates Degree in the next few semesters, and you can work with us
in the meantime."
   Kate's eyes got big.  She said, "I'd love it.  I'd have to give Sam some
notice, though."
   I told her, "We've already cleared it with Sam.  Sarah's more than
willing to take over your spot; she's been looking for more work the last
several weeks."
   Sean asked, "How does $600 a week while you're training sound?"
   Kate gaped at him.  At her normal rate of $9 an hour, she cleared less
than $300 a week now.  This was a big raise.
   Sean said, "Okay.  Make it $650."
   Now she couldn't speak at all.  Sean sighed.  "You're one hell of a
bargainer.  $800 is my last offer -- after taxes."
   I reached over and nodded Kate's head for her.  $800 was what we'd
already decided to give her for now.
   Sean laughed and said, "Welcome aboard, Kate.  We'll really go places
with you kicking our butts!"
   We exchanged happy hugs, kisses and laughs.  I told her, "By the way,
not everyone we bring aboard necessarily spends a night with us.  Knowing
us, we'll probably invite you a lot; you're under no obligation to accept.
   "After this, it's personal and will have little to do with the Ceann or
the Clann.  No matter what you decide, it has nothing to do with your
working with us."
   She beamed.  "I accept in advance for quite a while.  I'll probably have
to heal up a bit first, though."
   Sean grinned.  "We'll give you until tonight.  Now, Eileen will show you
what you'll be studying for a while.  Next semester you can go full time to
finish your degree if you wish or string it out as you need.
   "Once you get trained on what we do, we'll turn you loose."
   I showed her around the computer system a bit and introduced her to The
Book.  "These are the policies Sean uses to run all his businesses.  This
is the main one.  The rest of the shelf is detail under that.  Margie and I
are about half-way through the detailed ones."
   I worked with her for an hour and got her familiar with the study
basics. She learned quickly, just as I'd expected, and she got through the
first article in The Book.
   Sean had worked up business cards for her.  They read, "Kate R.  Hanlon"
and said she was "Vice President of Research and Development." She had her
own email address and a phone number.  I handed her a cell phone and
charger.  "This is yours on the company plan.  Pretty much unlimited
minutes, unlimited long distance, all that stuff."
   She'd never had a cell phone before.  Sean told her, "This is mainly for
outsiders.  Maura, Teresa and their husbands are also ones of us so we
don't even use phones any more with them.
   "By the way, watch out for the Cullen Sisters.  They'll try to abduct
you and molest you unmercifully!"
   Kate groaned.  "I don't think I could take it for a while."
   I grinned and said, "Sunday we met an entire Clann who're all ones of
us. They're in Burbank, and we're gonna have one hell of a good time with
them.  By the way, how's your Irish singing?"
   She admitted she did okay.  That probably meant she was great.  She
volunteered, "I can do a little Irish jig."
   Sean grinned.  "I'll be sure to mention that to Maura.  I've got this
feeling you'll be singing and dancing with us come Friday night."
   He handed her a company check for $3,000 and told her, "This is a
signing-on bonus.  Now, how about we run over to your place so you can
gossip with Rosheen.  I heard her encouraging you last night."
   Kate flushed a little.  "Yeh.  She's one of the main ones who talked a
lot about the Clann customs."
   Margie and I popped on our bowlers.  I dug one out for Kate which
matched her outfit and showed her how to hold it on with a _touch_. 
"You're one of the Hat Ladies now, and we don't take crap from nobody!"
   We popped Margie in her car seat and drove to Kate and Rosheen's place.
Kate introduced us.  I gave her a nice lean-forward hug, but Sean said,
"Rosheen Kelly!  So this is the wonderful lady who's been so nice to our
Kate!"
   He laid a big lip-lock on her along with a firm full hug while he played
with her butt.  Even at 75, Rosheen looked good.  By the time Sean let her
go, she was flushed and breathing hard.  She grinned at him and said,
"Looks like the Ceann's feeling his oats."
   Kate laughed and told her, "That's not what *I* saw him feeling."
   ------
   EILEEN
   I _told_ Kate to go gossip with Rosheen for a bit and collect up any
stuff she needed right away.  Sean and I talked back and forth for about
ten minutes while Kate changed her clothes and giggled and laughed with
Rosheen in the next room.
   We said our goodbyes to Rosheen.  Sean made a big play at giving her
another going over, but she held up her hands and backed off.  "My heart
can't take that more than once a month.  However, I'll mark it on my
calendar and look you up."
   We took off.  I told Kate, "Now, we've gotta get you some clothes to fit
your executive image.  Sean!  Nordstrom's and Robinsons-May!"
   "Yes, ma'am."
   Kate protested vigorously but we overruled her.  We got her several nice
business outfits, some business-casual and plain casual.  Sean looked at
each one she modeled, admired her perked-up nipples, licked his lips and
approved.
   I dragged her off to get underwear and socks.  She said she had plenty
of panties, but we got more anyway.  We got a couple dressy bras and while
we were in the changing room, I taught her the Inner Touch.  After that, we
were all licking our lips.  Yum!
   While we were off getting Kate's undies, Sean took Margie and looked at
men's clothes.  Margie pointed out stuff, he tried them on then paid. 
Sounded right to me!
   I called the hat store and ordered a couple complete sets of bowlers and
flats.  One set for Kate and a spare; we might be getting more staff, who
knows?
   We decided to drop by Olive Tree Lane.  Papa Sonora and his crew were
performing incantations and reels of wire were spinning away outside as
they strung it through the walls.  Glad they knew what they were doing!
   We showed Kate around.  Sean told her, "We're gonna expand into the den
here and make it our office."
   She liked the place.  Since I knew she took the bus, I pointed out a bus
stop a block away.
   Elizabeth _told_ me she had the sketches done up.  She ported them over
to us and we walked through the house comparing them to what we saw.  We
liked them!
   I told her, _"I like the furniture ideas.  Now, where's the best place
to get it?"_
   _"Well, ninety percent I chose from stock items at various places.  If
you wish, I can order them for you and probably get at least a 20%
discount."_
   _"I'll go for that.  Of course, you'll be charging your time for doing
that."_
   _"You betcha."_
   Since she'd specified the paint colors, we turned all the painting specs
over to Papa.  He told us he'd get that done after he'd completed the
wiring.  "I figure we'll have the wiring and hookups done by Friday late
morning.  I'll have the paint here by then; it's only two full rooms and a
little touchup in other places so it should be all painted out by 4:00.
   "There's a couple spots outside we'll touch up.  You've already got the
paint so it's a no-brainer.  The larger water heater's in and working. 
I've got the Jacuzzi ordered and we've started the plumbing for it.  The
new air conditioner will be in tomorrow."
   Good stuff.  At the rate we were going, we could probably move in this
weekend.
   Since everything was under control there, we headed back to the hotel.
   We snuggled on the sofa in Sean's sitting room.  Margie draped herself
over Kate, and we had a sweet snogging session.  Jaysus, she felt better
each time we _blended_!
   I asked her, "How about you stay with us tonight?"
   She flushed and popped her nipples up.  "I'd love it.  I need to go back
to my apartment to pick up my books for school and overnight stuff, but
that shouldn't take too long."
   Sean handed his keys to her.  "Take the Beemer to your place and to
school.  Since you're part of Cullen Enterprises now, you're fully
insured."
   We had to talk her into it.  Finally we had to hold her down and molest
her until she agreed; she was Irish-stubborn and it took forty-five
minutes!
   Sean said, "I'd like to talk with Bob Reynolds before he goes to his
Clann meeting.  I don't have to be there physically so transportation's not
an issue.  How about the rest of you?"
   Margie said, _"I planned on getting together with Don, Toro and Frank
around 5:00 to go over this teleportation stuff if that's all right with
you guys."_
   I told her, "You're a big girl.  Since you're going there, you don't
need us to take you.  On the other hand, maybe one of us had better come
along so you don't harass 'em too much." Grin.
   Margie laughed.  _"Well, they're all pretty sexy, but I promise I'll
behave."_
   "All right then, I guess we can let you solo."
   Kate asked, "Teleportation?"
   Margie showed her what was going on and told us, _"Since all the Clan
Reynolds is already trained using their check sheets, I can use you guys as
my test subjects.  We'll come up with a training curriculum and try it
out."_
   I _talked_ briefly with Teresa.  I told them, "Teresa will pick me up in
a couple minutes, and we'll meet with the Reynolds Customs Committee to
work on our customs.  Since Margie will already be with a couple of them,
we might stay for their Wednesday night meeting."
   Sean said, "After I talk with Bob, I'll hang in here with Kate until she
has to leave for school.  I'm sure we can find something to do." He leered
pleasantly at Kate who promptly flushed up again.
   ------
   SEAN
   Bob, Kat, Mario and Sherry were all available around 5:00 so I said I'd
pop in for a little chat.
   Eileen went down to the lobby to harass Sam while waiting for Teresa to
pick her up.  At 5:00, Marge vanished so I leaned the body back and popped
over to Bob's house.
   We _talked_.  I told them, _"I can reconcile the Ceann honoring a lot of
women, loving each of them in our own way and can accept all that._
   _"What I'm concerned with is the depth of love I've found.  Granted,
I've known Maura and Teresa all my life, but in many ways I love them
almost as much as I love Eileen and Margaret.  Those two I know are my real
loves._
   _"Then when we honored Kate Hanlon last night, Marge, Eileen and I
really got caught up with her.  She's brilliant, rich and so totally spot
on with us all three of us really are falling in love with her if it's not
already happened._
   _"Now, is this an occupational hazard?  Will I fall in love with most of
my Clann women and always want them to be with us?  I'm not out to have a
harem, that's for sure."_
   They didn't laugh at me, which was nice of them.  Sherry said, _"Have
you gotten any training on compatibility checking?"_
   Obviously I hadn't run into that.
   Kat said, _"Okay.  We know you merge.  You call it blending but it's
exactly the same thing.  Ever see any gray spots in there?"_
   _"I recall seeing some, but we've never investigated."_
   Bob said, _"Kat and I know exactly how you feel.  We love the people
we're with so intensely it's often hard to let them go.  We've come up with
a two-step evaluation that may seem cold-blooded but sure gives us a lot of
data to work with.  Better to have the data and be both emotionally and
intellectually satisfied than to use one or the other exclusively."_
   He and Kat did their _merge_.  Dayum it was bright!  Sherry pointed out
what the glow seemed to be, _"The brighter the glow, the greater the love
and admiration or 'romantic' love between the two -- or more.  See those
little gray spots?  They're incompatibilities.  Check 'em out."_
   Yeh, Kat loved shopping and Bob tolerated it.  I could see where that
would be an "incompatibility."
   They mocked up an extreme incompatibility of the same nature and the
gray spot turned almost black and seemed to suck almost all the brightness
into it.
   Bob, Kat and Sherry showed me their _merge_.  It was very bright with a
decent-sized gray spot sticking out.  Sherry said, _"This is what we three
looked like after George left and before I met Mario.  We've got lots of
romantic love, but that gray spot was the stickler.  I needed and wanted a
man for myself._
   _"So, we made a temporary relationship and it worked great.  After I met
Mario, that hole in me was filled, but even now there's that chunk of gray
when we three are together.  Knowing what it is, we really have no problem
with it."_
   Mario said, _"The second part is an objective estimation of quantity,
quality and viability.  It's exactly the same as evaluating a product or
service you offer in any of your businesses._
   _"You might have, say, a shirt you sell.  It may be easy to get in
quantity and very high quality but priced so high very few buy it.  That
means it's viability just isn't there so you'd probably drop it from
inventory because it's just not worth it._
   _"Let's look at your relationship with Maura.  What quantity of love
would you say you had with her?  -- that's the brightness of the glow."_
   _"Hmm.  Probably about 75% of what Eileen or Marge and I get.  I'd say
that's a very high quantity."_
   _"Good.  How about the quality?  That might be the depth, richness, the
nature of what you admire, the personality."_
   _"Em, very high.  She's a delightful person."_
   _"Nice.  Any known incompatibilities?  Granted you haven't necessarily
looked for them in a blend."_
   _"Hah!  She always rags me about my hat, but that's more of a running
joke than anything else."_
   _"Fine.  Now what's the viability of a relationship with her?"_
   _"Yeh.  She's my sister so that would be an issue with some of the
society.  I don't think our ages would make much difference.  The main
thing is she's very happily married with wonderful children.  I'd think
that alone says a committed relationship between us isn't really viable."_
   Bob said, _"Right.  On the other hand, the four of *them* are in a very
deep and committed relationship which does seem very viable.  Same age
range, mutual raising of children, living very close to each other, that
sort of stuff as an extended family._
   _"Sometimes a relationship between any two spirits may not be viable in
the human world.  You also have to factor in the time span of the
relationship you're contemplating.  When Sherry, Kat and I got together we
knew in advance it wasn't an exclusive long-term.  How about you and
Maggie?"_
   _"Hmm.  As a sole relationship it would be tough.  Just sexually, it'll
probably be at least ten years until we can be together fully plus another
six or eight before everything would be all legal.  Lot's of issues there.
That hasn't stopped us in other areas, that's for sure."_
   _"Yep.  Not very viable for a short-term one-on-one committed
relationship.  On the other hand, toss her in with Eileen.  How's the three
of you work out?"_
   _"Excellently.  Maggie and I have already said our love will always be
there but that she'd also love others.  The physical age difference is a
tremendous factor but with the three of us together it's actually trivial
for what we envision for the next ten to twenty years."_
   Kat said, _"You got it.  There's not only the immediate future but the
long-term.  That's how we got with Sherry.  Now suppose, for whatever
reason, John Nolan died and is no longer in the picture.  Would that change
anything?"_
   _"Actually it could change a lot.  The viability, especially with Eileen
in the picture, would go up tremendously.  Although, Maura'd probably want
to stay with Patrick and Teresa since they're already in their
relationship."_
   Bob said, _"Great!  So, Mr.  Sean, your assignment is to get the four of
you together.  Be cold-blooded and evaluate each couple's Quality, Quantity
and Viability.  Evaluate each couple, each threesome and then the four of
you together._
   _"When Mario and I merge, we've got the major incompatibility that we
both completely prefer women over men.  That doesn't stop our respect and
admiration for each other, it merely says we don't have sex with each
other._
   _"The four of us happen to live together here, but we're in two twosome
relationships even though we're very compatible as a foursome.  That's our
preferences.  The Nolans and Bardons' preferences seem to be different. 
John and Patrick may or may not have a sexual relationship with each other.
Doesn't matter, they've got something that works._
   _"Each individual has a sexual preference ranging from strictly-male to
strictly-female.  Seems Kat and Sherry are around the middle; they'd say
they're bi-sexual.  Your Eileen, Margaret and Kate appear to be around the
middle, too.  Find out; that way each of you knows what's going one with
yourselves and the others._
   _"The QQV goes in the exact sequence, especially for a physical product.
First you've gotta have Quantity.  Whether it's good, bad or indifferent,
something's gotta exist.  Something like advertising; you've gotta get
*something* out.
   "Quality comes second; you get feedback, tweak and redo something so
it's the best it can be.  With advertising, for example, if it's gonna be a
long-term project, you see how it does and target it in.  For very
short-term, the quality doesn't need to be too high; could be a cheap
flier.
   "Last comes the Viability.  If you've got a long-term product you're
advertising, it's then worth the expense of high quantity and high quality.
If it's a quick sale item, you might trim back either or both the Quality
and Quantity.  Also in that is the correct target; if you're advertising
widgets and you don't actually have widgets or if you target men for
women's shoes there's probably zero Viability.
   "It's both a sequence and a triangle.  Raise one of the corners and the
others raise also.  As you saw, you can apply the QQV concept to just about
anything.
   "So you've got the tools.  Just do the work then all of you can make the
best decisions you can both emotionally and intellectually for the short
and long ranges.  Let us know how it works out.  Welcome to the realm of
polyamourus relationships._
   _"Now as the Ceann, toss in all the honoring and love you'll be sharing
with your clanspeople.  We're both in the same boat, except you've got four
social secretaries, and I'll bet Kate will be in there, too.  Plus it seems
you might have several hundred willing females to honor." Big grin._
   I thought that was a tremendous help.  I invited the four of them to the
Tavern on Friday evening, with a guest or so if they wished.  Our treat, of
course.  Singing and dancing optional.
   The two social secretaries accepted.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Teresa picked me up and we drove over to the Reynolds' house in Burbank.
Gotta learn us that teleportin' stuff!
   We met the Customs Committee: Elizabeth, Ana, Don, Siobhan, Aileen and
Donal.  Elizabeth told me, "Siobhan was the instigator of all this, so it's
all her fault.  We reap the benefits; I would probably never have been with
Bob if she hadn't opened her yap.  Thank you, Siobhan."
   We all applauded her.  She said, "Yeh, I had a vested interest myself so
don't think I was totally altruistic about it."
   Elizabeth gave us a quick history of the McCambridge tutoring Brain
Trust and Inner Circle.  "When George Tanner and Bob were in Harvard Middle
School, George insisted he take one specific girl to a major dance.  Well,
it turned out by doing that, he told the entire school she was someone
special.  Special in that she was ethical and honorable besides a lot of
other ways.
   "Since he was such an opinion leader from his ethics and help to the
rest of the school, it evolved into what they call Bob's Seal of Approval.
There's various levels of it, but we used the idea in developing our
honoring custom -- besides some of the Irish customs like your Clann uses."
   Made sense to us.  Teresa went over the Clann Cullen's history and
evolution of our sexual customs.  "This is what most of the Clann is aware
of right now.  I think with a bit of tweaking and clarification we can
align it with yours.  That's a Real Good Thing as far as we're concerned
since we have none of this in writing -- that's why Sean fell through the
crack and went MIA as Ceann for five years.
   "We need to get our membership customs in writing too as well as the
entire Clann history.  That way it won't get so distorted or lost as time
goes by.  With a bit of quiet spreading the word, we can bring everyone up
to date on everything plus have a history of any changes."
   Aileen said, "Excellent idea.  We should start a history ourselves and
maybe run the family trees; from casual discussion, Bob and Kat might be
related from way back when.  While it may be premature, I think both our
clanns will be around for a *long* time.  We can produce a public history
and customs that a student could use for a school report as well as the
nitty-gritty history and customs.
   "That would be a wonderful project for a part-timer somewhere."
   Teresa said, "On our part, it would be me.  I'm fairly decent at writing
and have access to all the archives I'm aware of.  Plus Maura has a pretty
complete address list for the rest of the Clann.  Maura's daughter Mona had
a school project and knows how to build and maintain a web site; we could
publish it there as well as news, events and stuff like that.  Since
there's gonna be so many non-Core Clann for us, its probably worth while
for us."
   Ana told us, "Now as a by-the-way, we've gotta be aware of tacit or
creeping customs.  Sherry and Kathleen 'schedule' Bob for his honoring just
as Sherry did for his Seals of Approval.  When we first started the custom
about three months ago, they shied away from the newer relationships -- and
there were lots of them.
   "They thought the newer relationships couldn't handle it yet or wouldn't
be interested.  Well, that turned out *not* to be the case.  Kat and Sherry
ended up talking with everyone; to a person they considered the honoring
custom to be actually superior to or outside the relationship no matter how
new it was.
   "That's an example of a creeping custom or an entered arbitrary.  While
we originally discussed puberty to be the turning point, what we ended up
with was much clearer.  *All* relationships are permitted so long as
they're consensual, period.  The request Bob or Kat makes is the honoring
and accepting it is consensual.
   "The first several honorings were catch-as-catch can -- yeh, don't I
know.  As of now, Kat and Sherry are scheduling them for an evening and
night, and Bob just shows up.  They've explicitly left open everything
else."
   Donal said, "That leaves the fun possibility either of them can
spontaneously drag someone off for some fuzz-bumping -- still consensual,
of course.  And they're bright enough it'll seem exactly the right time."
   I said, "Makes sense.  I scheduled Kate Hanlon for last evening though I
didn't mention an overnighter explicitly.
   "And another thing.  I notice your honoring offer seems to imply they
have intercourse.  Ours, on the other hand, has evolved into anything up to
and including that."
   I told them about what Sean had done with Rosheen Kelly.  "She loved it!
Sean gave her exactly what she could handle.  While she knew Sean had the
'right' to pull her into the bedroom and screw her silly, she would have
been very worried about her physical condition all the time.
   "With our Ceanns and Mates able to tell exactly what someone is actually
willing to do, there's a lot of honoring which can go on even without doing
the bold thing."
   They laughed.  Aileen said, "That expands things a whole lot and puts a
lot more gradients in.  Bet when Kat and Sherry hear that, they'll start
plotting to run all the women through a little something.  I wouldn't mind
it a bit myself."
   Teresa said, "Yep.  We'll make sure Sean knows what he needs to do.  By
the way, since Eileen brought up an offer of, em, cross-fertilization of
the Clann cultures Sunday, how are we gonna handle stuff like that?  Since
you've got two other Clanns on your lines it should probably apply to them,
too."
   Well, we talked about it a couple minutes.  We decided it was just an
extension of the current customs.  The Ceanns would "formally" agree to
cross-Clann honoring then would proceed as usual.  If there was a conflict
or whatever in the customs, the visiting Clann would follow the host
Clann's customs.  Since we'd already ended up with the same set of customs
between the Reynolds and Cullen clanns, we wouldn't have any issues.
   Any other relationships among members of different clanns, short or
long, would still be by mutual consent.  The parties would work out any
differences and go for it.
   That brought up Clann membership.  We decided a person, couple, family
or whatever could be in any Clann no matter where they lived or worked. 
For example, someone could live in North Hollywood and work in Pasadena. 
They might find it more convenient to be in the Clann Cullen since most of
our (projected) activities would be in the evenings after work.
   We decided there wasn't any reason to limit membership to just one
Clann, either.  Someone could belong to any number of clanns at the same
time.  We figured out they should have a primary clann, though, both for
recordkeeping and a chain of authority for voting, disputes or routine
Clann decisions.  The Ceanns and Ceann-Mates, however, would be members in
only one clan.
   Yeh, and if the Ceann had multiple mates like Sean, all mates would have
the same honoring privileges.
   Allegiances, cross-training and other interactions were on a voluntary
basis.  We figured since the Reynolds and Cullen Clanns were so close
geographically, there'd be a lot of interaction.
   Ana brought up birth control and blood tests.  "I keep a record for
everyone.  We request at least a six-month blood test for STDs; others who
have more exposure to the public get them more often.  All the females are
aware of and can use the _touch_ system for birth control the Drs.  Gold
developed, so I note that for them.  That way anyone can find out a
person's status at a glance.  All totally Clann-confidential of course."
   Teresa asked, "Is it possible for a lay person to do an STD check on the
fly?  Everyone at the hotel gets a free blood test every three months due
to possible exposure; hotel guests tend to leave lots of body fluids.  Our
two families do it too since we're at the hotel so often.
   I put in, "As far as I know, Rosheen is the only one Sean has swapped
spit with outside the hotel staff (along with Margie and me of course)
since we've been together.  She's 75 and hadn't been with anyone for years.
Since the Clann Cullen has so many people outside the Core not on the hotel
staff, it would be *really* nice to have an on-the-spot look."
   Ana thought a moment then said, "I can't see a reason why not.  The
blood tests are standard and check for specific conditions, viruses and
germs.  I'll get with Karen and Oscar Gold tomorrow; I'm sure we can work
up something."
   We plotted, planned discussed, wrote and edited for another hour. 
Elizabeth got us all dinner, and we stayed for the Clann Reynolds' meeting.
   Chapter 14
   SEAN (Wednesday evening 5/10)
   All right!  Maura _told_ me Mona had popped out and she'd gotten her
basic training!  That's my clever niece!  Maura added, _"The rest of the
kids are talking a lot too, especially among themselves.  They've probably
gotten boosted quite a bit already because of all the leakage, inspections
and other stuff going over here the last couple weeks.  We're playing
innocent; we've hinted at preventing leakage, and they've picked it right
up."_ All Real Good Things.
   I had plenty to do after Kate left for school.  I checked over the
statistics emails; nothing that needed much attention.  I studied my
newsletters and made notes.  One of the things I wanted my staff to be able
to do was to look at trends or new technologies the newsletters might
mention and perhaps do more research.  Once Eileen, Marge and Kate got
through their initial studies, I figured I'd turn at least a couple of them
loose on it.
   Kate got back from class around 9:20 so we sat and chatted; we were
expecting Eileen and Marge back any time.  I ensured she knew she was
invited to the Tavern with us Friday evening for singing and dancing.  I
told her, "Besides, I get to show off a beautiful lady!" She pinked up a
little, and we took the opportunity to get in a bit of sweet snogging.
   About the time we'd gotten her nipples up really hard, Marge popped in.
She exclaimed, _"Ah-ha!  Started without us, I see.  Good on ya!"_ Her
phantom wet tongue and mouth on Kate's nipple sent a nice warm release
through us.
   Eileen breezed in a few minutes later all smiley and happy.  "We got a
*lot* done.  No major changes, mainly a lot of clarifications.  Teresa's
gonna be in charge of getting the Cullen family tree documented as far back
as possible, produce a public and private set of customs and in general get
all that knowledge saved."
   Marge told us they'd gone over her version of teleporting pretty
closely. _"They're pretty good at the theory even though they're young;
we'll work on that more.  The main difference is I seem to be able to judge
or intuit the energy differences really fas,t and I use the concentric
touch buffers.  We're working on a check sheet to teach everyone._
   _"We decided while my method is a bit more complex, it's also much
simpler and more flexible to use once someone learns it.  Plus it's
something like four times as fast."_
   We invited Kate to the housewarming and pool party at the Reynolds' on
Saturday (I'd cleared it with them earlier).  She said, "The housewarming's
fine.  I burn too easily for the pool, though."
   We were immediately able to show her the sun glasses and sun block
trick. Eileen told her, "We'll tune it up tomorrow then by Saturday you'll
be ready to go.  By the way, it's clothing-optional."
   Kate grinned.  "Well, I think most of my shyness is getting burned off
pretty quickly.  It won't offend me if others are nude; I'll have to see
how I feel then."
   Eileen decided she and Kate would go shopping for swimming suits
tomorrow -- after all, we were gonna have a Jacuzzi at OTL and might want
to use the pool at the hotel sometime.  Right, as if they needed an excuse.
   We did a thorough injury energy bleed on everyone.  Bridget had some
energy still hung up from the birth; Kate and I just had some odds and
ends. Eileen had a lot of dark gray everywhere, but it bled off to very
light to none in spots.
   We had a late snack to keep our strength up.  It was a good thing, too!
Marge, Eileen and Kate insisted I needed the practice to get my endurance
up, so we made wonderful hot love for several hours.
   I told the ladies about the compatibility checking and the Quantity,
Quality and Viability steps Clann Reynolds had shown me.  Well, that led to
a couple hours outside while the bodies slept trying all sorts of
combinations.  Only a couple things came up as a "conflict." Kate thought
Harvey Keitel was a real ball-bag as an actor while I thought he was pretty
dayum good.  Oh, well, lump that in with religion and politics.
   She was interested in having children.  While that wasn't a conflict per
se, we decided to do some research on how other polyamourus relationships
handled children.
   Eileen told her, _"I think it'll all work out somehow.  We may not get
the same results now as we would later.  We're all new, really, and pretty
new to each other.  Margie, Sean and I have over two weeks on you, Kate,
but already we can tell from the brightness in all our combinations we love
each other a lot.  So far we seem to be sexually compatible, too, so that
helps tremendously."_
   Marge put her part in, _"Kate, what we're saying is we invite you to
join us in a family relationship at least on a provisional basis.  You seem
to know a lot of the Clann customs already; they won't change much and
wouldn't affect a family relationship anyway._
   _"Probably within several days we'll know for sure about our
compatibility.  It only took Eileen, Sean and me a couple days to know we
'belonged' together.  We can look at our combined QQV really hard and make
a decision.  No matter what happens, you'll always be really special to
us."_
   Kate cried a little.  _"I almost can't tell you how happy it makes me
you just made the offer.  I think our QQV should be just fine.  I accept --
as you said, provisionally.  Let's check this all over again in a week; in
the meantime, I'll just love you all as hard as I can."_
   ------
   EILEEN (Thursday 5/11)
   Sean fed us very well in the morning; we're getting him trained.  After
breakfast, I told him, "Mary Murray's coming up around 11:30 tonight after
her shift -- with her panties off.  I told her we'd be 'talking' most of
the night so she'll tell her hubbie.  I think she's already started
drooling."
   I called Jackie at the hair salon and got appointments for us all.  Sean
needed a haircut whether he knew it or not.
   After study, we girls went shopping!  We needed swim suits.  Hmm, we
also needed to check out the back yard at Olive Tree Lane for visibility.
   We needed to get Kate a couple nice dresses for the Tavern.  Since she
was so scrumptiously svelte, none of our clothes would fit her.  Oh well,
we decided to bear the burden.
   We found some really good sales, got lots of nice stuff and piled it all
in the Volvo; that's what a station wagon's for!
   We decided Kate would stay with us at the hotel and OTL for the next
week at least but would leave most of her stuff at her apartment.  Since we
had plenty of room at the house, if we found we were still "items" next
week, she could have a room of her own if she wished.
   We stopped and got the two sets of hats; Kate now had her own!  She
popped on the appropriate one.  Nobody'd better mess with the Hat Ladies!
   I started getting calls to RSVP for Nana's wake.  Depending on where
they lived, I told them a bus would come for them (if they wished) or where
the pickup would be.  For the Olive Tree Lane area people, I figured right
in front of our house would be fine.
   I got a call from Frank's sister, Carmel McLennan.  She was a bit older
than Frank, was still single and knew of no other living relatives besides
their elderly parents.  She was definitely Irish though, and we agreed to
do a small, private wake Wednesday the 24th.
   We talked about tracing the McLennan family tree; she had several
documents and pictures of their parents and said she'd bring everything she
had.  Good, that was a start on his line.
   ------
   Jackie'd gotten all our appointments together so Sean met us at the
salon.  The shop girls descended on us and pretended to suck up a lot
--which didn't stop them from passing Bridget around for lots of
baby-lovin'!  The goo was knee-deep before we even started the hair.
   There were a couple new girls so Jackie had them make recommendations
for Kate.  After some discussion and looking they decided and went to work
on her.
   Her hair was pretty straight compared to Bridget's and mine with our
curls.  Kate ended up with a mid-neck cut which was pretty close to her
head.  It matched and enhanced her slender body shape perfectly.  Yum, yum
and *yum*!
   Jackie checked out her fur; after a few deft wild-hair removals,
everyone was satisfied -- and a bit damp.
   We noticed a lot of blouses unbuttoned to the bras and lots of bending
in front of Sean.  Jackie apologized profusely for requiring him to take
his hat off for his haircut -- while ensuring he got a long look at her
cleavage.  Margie told him, _"Go for it, Lover Boy!  There's a couple back
rooms..."_
   He demurred, but after his hair was done, he and Jackie disappeared into
the office for a quick "business discussion." Of course, being nosey, we
_observed_ she got a sound snogging and butt-groping for a few minutes. 
Hmm, *nice* arse!
   I paid with the corporate card; no hesitation on accepting it this time.
Sean and Jackie came out just as I was putting the card away.  He was
looking spectacularly innocent while Jackie was wobbling along on weak
knees.  We Hat Ladies decided the staff would probably interrogate her
thoroughly after we left.
   ------
   SEAN
   I really hit the email and newsletters; I'd been slacking off in
deference to my personal life.  Things were running fine, but I wanted to
make preparations for some major expansion.  Plus, I wanted to get back to
Mesa in the next couple weeks and see personally how that project was
working out.
   I sent an email to everyone explaining I was taking a bit of vacation
and was training some new staff.  Once they were trained, we'd all be
around on some oversight visits.
   I figured once Kate got through The Book, she'd be trained enough at
least to understand what we were looking at.  Maybe the end of next week?
   I had a couple hours before my haircut appointment (yes, Nana) so I went
out and about.  I went back to the jewelry store and looked around.  I
ordered another dozen shamrock pins and a dozen bowler-hat pins in various
colors and sizes.
   I looked hard at the shamrock pendants.  They had one left of the large
size so I took it and ordered five more; physical things do tend to get
lost or damaged.  Besides, they were only $450.
   I picked up an extra Bridget-sized set and six medium-size sets.  While
I'd discuss it with my social secretaries, I thought the pendants would be
reserved for family, be it my new family or the Nolan/Bardon's.  I thought
I'd still give a shamrock pin to wear when the pendants weren't really
appropriate.  Besides, none of the ladies I knew would pass up jewelry as a
gift!
   A quick _check_ with Papa Sonora at OTL showed I didn't have to
"supervise" anything.  Things were rolling along there so I just let them
roll.
   Jaysus!  The salon girls pretended to fawn all over us!  What wasn't
fake was all the sweet cleavage pushed in my face.  Marge made a lewd
suggestion, but I passed on it; maybe another time...
   I ensured Jackie really knew I considered she was special.  She knew a
little of the Clann but wasn't Irish herself.  Nevertheless, she was more
than willing to check out my larynx with her tongue.  *Nice* butt!
   We had a quick lunch and went back to the hotel.  The ladies were trying
on clothes and such so I figured they'd be good for a couple hours.
   A quick email check showed nothing important so I pulled up my master
copy of The Book and the detailed manuals to go through them.
   I made a complete copy in a separate folder and started reviewing.  From
talking with Bob, Sherry and Kat last Sunday, they might be interested in
using the business technology in some of the JRD companies.  I wanted to
ensure all the principles would scale up and none of the wording implied
they applied only to a certain type or size of business.  Plus, I was
looking at expanding company sizes myself, too.  How about franchises?
   The smallest established business had the owner (full-time) and one
part-time employee.  Eire's Tavern had about 25 full-time employees not
counting the Nolans/Bardons.  Altadena Arms had 50 or so.  The Mesa
operation would probably end up with around 75 once it got into full swing.
So, as it was now, The Book (and the detail manuals) already could handle
that many.  I started through with the idea it would apply to hundreds or
thousands of staff of any type of business or organization.  I had *my*
work cut out for at least a couple weeks.
   Yeh, another item on the To Do List was publishing.  Up to now, I'd just
run copies off on my printer and had the nieces and nephews put them into
binders.  We'd go through several hundred at a seminar which was a week's
work for them.  If we were going into a larger company or started doing
more seminars though, that might end up being a *lot* of manuals.  Okay.
   Now, how to keep them updated.  Well, that's another thing to discuss
with JRD; they probably had many of the same issues.
   I kept buried pretty solidly for several hours.  The ladies were doing
fine at what they were doing and didn't need to "consult" with me.
   Okay, almost dinner time!  I saved everything and made a backup then
looked for my ladies.  Perfect; they were all in Eileen's sitting room.
   I went through the lot of them and ensured they had enough hugs, kisses
and caresses to last a few minutes.  I gave Kate a large pendant and told
her, "These are for my *really* special ladies.  No matter whether or not
we stay in the relationship as it is now, you are extremely special to me."
   Dayum, she cried over it.  That's okay, it gave a good excuse for us all
to cuddle and have more sweet snogging; not that anyone needed an excuse.
   I brought up the idea the pendants would be for family.  They thought it
was a great idea, and the shamrock pins would be perfect for some
occasions. They each claimed a couple of the shamrock and hat pins then
Eileen stashed the rest of the pendants away.
   ------
   EILEEN (Thursday evening 5/11)
   We decided on room service for dinner.  We weren't gonna be here much
longer so we might as well take advantage of it.
   I called it down and ensured Mary would be part of the crew to bring it
up.
   We went through another round of injury energy bleeds.  By the end, Sean
and Kate were free while Bridget and I had only a few light-gray spots
left. Great!
   We talked about the OTL house for a good hour.  Jaysus, things were
going fairly lively.  The new Jacuzzi was already on its foundation, and
they were ready to hook it up tomorrow.  Looked like all the wiring was in
place with the ends dangling out of the holes.
   They'd touched up the trim on the outside and had refinished the floor
in a couple spots.  Lookin' good!
   We _looked_ around the back yard.  We just needed to put a few new
bushes here and there and weave the branches in then we'd have a
fully-private yard.  If we liked the clothing-optional pool party (Margie
and I were already liking it), we could have the same thing at OTL.  Maybe
the occasional traffic copter could get a look, but that was a perk of the
job.  Maybe if we did it enough, they'd make it part of their route! 
Hehehehe.  Margie's a really bad influence.
   Anyway, we thought we could do most of the moving Sunday.  There really
wasn't that much stuff beyond Sean's office, and we could rent a truck and
maybe a couple of Papa Sonora's crew to help.  On the To Do List: talk with
him tomorrow.
   Mary (sans panties) and a couple waiters brought dinner up.  We girls
faded away into Sean's room while he kept her behind a few moments,
snuggled her up really good and got her "in the mood."
   We _inspected_ her thoroughly for what she liked; might as well make her
time the best we could.  Janey Mack!  Getting her in the mood wasn't the
issue at all.
   She and hubby had two children of 13 and 15 but wanted another really
bad.  They'd been trying for the last 12 years but it hadn't gone right. 
All the tests were okay between them, but it hadn't happened.  She was 44,
and they were concerned they'd be too old to raise another one effectively;
they felt time was running out.
   Mary and her hubby had talked.  He knew she'd be with the Ceann tonight,
and they'd decided if he could get her pregnant they'd be delirious with
joy!
   Well, this called for bigger guns that we had.  I _talked_ with Ana
briefly.  She told me, _"Let me get one of the Gold,s and we'll take a
look. Give us a bit; we've got plenty of time before the big event."_
   Sean sent Mary back out with her legs trembling and her water dribbling
down her thighs.  We ate while we waited.  Sean asked, "What's up?  Why so
quiet?"
   Margie told him what was going on with Mary.  He snorted and said, "So
now I'm put at stud.  Hell, why not?  I do all the work around here
anyway."
   He got soundly pummeled for that.
   Ana popped back with Oscar Gold, and we pointed them at Mary in the
kitchen.  Oscar told us, _"We'll check her out."_
   They went off to do their medical examination.  We finished dinner then
Kate took off to school.  Margie and I pawed through Sean's chick flick
collection for a good one.  Yes!  Found a good one about a couple trying to
have a baby.
   Okay, Ana and Oscar were back.  Oscar told us, _"She's ovulated and the
egg's almost in her uterus; just touch it down the last little bit.  An
egg's sometimes fertilized in the fallopian tube but having it in the
uterus makes it a lot less crowded which lets the sperm get at it from all
directions._
   _"From what I can tell without extensive tests -- and she's had them
recently -- medically she's fine for having another child.  The one thing I
saw which probably has been the problem is the mucous plug in her cervix
channel is very thick.  That's thick as in viscous.  It's probably two or
three times as thick as normal.  That would effectively prevent the sperm
from getting in._
   _"It's probably an acquired slight allergy to something like milk
products.  No tests I'm aware of would pinpoint it, but we have the
tremendous advantage of looking in situ._
   _"She's multi-orgasmic so this can work out fine.  Get your best touch
expert at work.  If the egg isn't inside the uterus, pull it gently down so
it is.  Get her going with very hard climaxes so the uterus contracts and
sucks as hard as possible._
   _"When the Ceann comes, open a channel through the plug and if
necessary, push the semen in.  Once it's inside, the sperm can do the job
if they can.  So far as I can tell, the egg has a nice thin surface so it
should go fine."_
   _"If it's okay, I'd like to observe and see how it turns out."_
   Sean didn't have any issues with it.  Mary had only a small bit of
Talent (that little bit helped her make supervisor) so we weren't about to
tell her.
   We unanimously elected Margie to do the "inside job." She had more guts
than all of us put together plus with her practice at _touching_ her body
around (and displaying her cuties!) and her knack at teleportation she was
probably the best.  She finally accepted but only after we snuggled,
caressed and kissed her for fifteen minutes straight.  Personally, I think
she was faking her reluctance!
   We watched the DVD and got thoroughly in the mood for baby-making.  Even
Sean had a few tears.
   From our _inspection_, Mary didn't care much for girl-on-girl so we
wimmin were gonna camp out in my bedroom.  Plenty of room there to play!
   We filled Kate in on what was happening when she got back from school.
Sean took another shower while we went over his place to make it as
romantic as possible.  Candles (battery-operated), fresh sheets (as of this
morning and no one had been on them), plenty of towels, water, romantic
Celtic music (at least it sounded a bit Irish), and our best Irish whiskey.
   We did some further plotting with the Ceann, stocked his bathroom and
disappeared into our room.
   Mary was right on time.  Sean opened the door just as she got to it.  He
pulled her in, embraced her and told her, "My sweet Mary.  My heart has
been singing all day in anticipation of holding you in my arms."
   She almost passed out right then.  She'd been expecting at best a
wham-bam and out the door; that's what Sarah had (but it had been exactly
what she'd wanted!).
   Sean got her over to the sofa and plied her with Irish whiskey (candy is
dandy but liquor is quicker).  She recovered a bit, and they talked about
her position at the hotel, her family and some of their hopes and plans. 
She didn't say a word about another child.
   Well, in vino veritas (get 'em drunk and they tell the truth).  He gave
her another good dollop of whiskey, took her hand and told her, "Mary, you
are Clann.  I'm the Ceann, and my major duty is to serve the Clann, not to
get frisky with the women.  Tell me what's really going on."
   She admitted to being a bit nervous.  "I lay with your seanathair, but
that was many years ago.  I haven't been with another man other than my
husband."
   Sean said, "I can understand that.  Your husband knows you're here and
must approve of it.  Mary, that's not what's really bothering you.  Do you
have some dread disease you're not telling me about?"
   She gasped and said, "Oh, no!  I just want to get pregnant." The truth
was out now.  She cried on his shoulder and told him all about the problems
they'd had and what they'd done.  Sean mainly acknowledged her and told her
they'd done the proper things.
   He told her, "So, then.  This will require the ancient magic.  Come with
me."
   About then, Maura and Teresa popped in to _watch_.  After all, we social
secretaries were responsible for the way things turned out, right?
   He led her to the bedroom, undressed her quickly and put her on the bed
face up with a pillow beneath her head and a towel beneath her hips.  He
told her, "Wait.  Listen to the music and wait."
   He vanished into his bathroom and came back a minute later.  He wore a
long brown robe tied with a soft rope and had streaks of paint across his
face.  He told her in Irish, "The priest's acolyte attends you."
   He gave her a quick oil massage then wiped her down.  He painted her
face with stripes and drew lines, circles and various glyphs in different
colors on her face, breasts, stomach and over her uterus.
   Sean turned off the music, vanished again and came back wearing a long
black robe with a different paint pattern on his face, a weird hat (not his
bowler) and carrying a small drum.  He told her, "The priest attends you."
   He danced and beat the drum while chanting in extremely ancient Gaelic.
The three of us _listening_ could catch several words here and there; he
was doing a fertility rite!
   He called upon the gods to bless this woman's womb, to make her time
with child comfortable, make the birth easy, make her breasts give
plentiful milk and make the child strong and healthy.
   Yeh, neither Mary nor we "believed," but by the time Sean had spent
twenty minutes on his gig, we were almost believers.  Mary's nipples were
poking holes in the ceiling, and she'd already soaked the towel beneath her
hips.  She *wanted* to believe it could happen; the whiskey wasn't hurting
either.
   Her egg was already down so Margie didn't have to concern herself about
that.  We just stood by.
   We called Oscar in; he took a _look_ and said, _"Damn, I'm gonna do that
to Karen just for fun!"_
   Dayum, Sean's good!  He vanished into the bathroom and was back thirty
seconds later; he was nekkid and had colored stripes and symbols painted
all over his body.  He told her, "Your mate attends you.  Expect no mercy."
   Mary wasn't planning on *any* mercy.  No foreplay needed; she was ready
*now* and was totally immersed in the fantasy.
   The Ceann did us proud.  Mary started climaxing the moment he entered
her.  He drove her up and up until she was climaxing several times a
minute, but there was still a larger one to come.
   Kate, Maura, Teresa and I were climaxing every couple times Mary did --
and we weren't doing anything but _joining_ a bit.  Margie was right along
with us; she told us, _"I feel that all the way through.  Fuckin' aye
righteous!"_
   Sean was chanting away in the old Gaelic.  We caught several phrases;
most were asking the gods to help create the new life.
   They were building up to a finale; Margie did her touch to open Mary's
cervix (a very-much moving target between the contractions and Mary's hips
bucking).  He was finally there and screamed out, "Create the life!"
   She screamed her lungs out and hammered against him.  She screamed even
louder as she felt him come and convulsed so hard she almost bucked him
off! Not to worry, he hung on.
   Yes!  Margie _pushed_ most of the fluid in.  We saw it flood into her
uterus and surround her egg.  We fed back a bit of it to Mary and let her
seem to imagine it happening.  Wait, wait, wait then there it was!  One had
gotten in!  The deed was done.
   Mary gave out a final scream and convulsion then fainted; we almost went
out ourselves.  Sean eased them over on their sides and snuggled up against
her.
   Oscar said, _"Inspiring.  Truly inspiring.  Now, keep an eye on the egg;
it should divide pretty quick now."_
   We watched it closely.  Yes, it did divide then divided several more
times.  Oscar coached Margie on where best to hold it against the uterine
wall so it would attach.  _"Keep it there a good six hours at least.  You
should be able to tell when it's attached okay.  Extremely well done,
Maggie.  I'll catch you guys later."_
   So totally fuckin' hot!  Since our part was done, Maura and Teresa took
off (_yelling_ at John and Patrick to wake up) then Kate, Margie and I had
our own ceremony.  Yowsah!  I screamed a lot, Kate squeaked and moaned, and
Margie talked dirty.  We almost fell off the bed a few times but ended up
suspending ourselves.  We blasted ourselves out of our bodies and shared a
wonderful _blending_ and _twining_ which flared with our love.
   ------
   SEAN
   I didn't join my ladies; I kept my attention on sweet Mary.  She woke up
in a couple minutes (she'd collapsed inside herself to escape the
intensity).  She snuggled up to me and murmured, "That was wonderful.  Is
that really a fertility rite?"
   "As near as I can remember.  I had to adapt things a little; usually
there were six women who would do the purification and painting.  The
priest would have lots of helpers and a 'band' behind him for his dance.
   "The priest would then watch the action of the mates and direct the
chanting and appeals to the gods.  I had to make do."
   "Well it was fuckin' aye righteous!  I fainted, didn't I?"
   "Yep.  Only a few minutes though."
   We loosened up our snuggle, looked at each other and laughed.  The paint
on our bodies had smeared all over, and we looked like little kids finger
painting each other.
   I told her, "It's meant to be this way.  The paints were originally oil
or animal-fat-based so they would smear.  It would represent the merging of
male and female to create new life with the help of the gods."
   She said, "Fuck, it's all over the sheets, too."
   "It's water-based so should wash out.  If it doesn't, what the hell,
they're my sheets anyway." Shrug.
   I dragged her off to the shower and helped her stand up.  We scrubbed
each other all over then I dried her hair while stealing gropes.  She loved
it of course.
   When we got back to the bedroom, the sheets were clean.  She cocked an
eyebrow at me and asked, "More intercessions of the gods?"
   "No.  I've got friends.  Do you think Kate knows how to change a bed? 
She and Eileen are next door."
   I chased her back on the bed and we cuddled up.  She asked sleepily, "Do
you think we did it?"
   "The gods are powerful.  When the moon is in the proper position, their
actions are true.  On the other hand, we've gotta do our part too, which
involves a lot of attempts.  You're not gonna get much sleep tonight, sweet
Mary."
   She'd gotten aroused again; I'd been helping out with caresses on a few
key body parts.  We made gentle love for a half hour.  As I spent inside
her, I whispered, "Create the life." She locked up from her climax and
almost passed out again.  Nice, very nice.
   We dozed off.  I stayed right there and watched over her.  Every couple
hours I woke her up and we'd do "our part" again.
   ------
   (Friday morning 5/12)
   We rolled and groaned out of bed around 8:00.  I called down a breakfast
order for us all then got us a final shower.  I had mercy on Mary and
didn't tease her too much.  I did tease her nipples up when I dried her
hair though.  Nasty!
   She was having trouble getting dressed; for some reason her legs
wouldn't hold her up very well.  Eileen and Kate barged in and kicked me
out so they could gossip.
   Well, I knew my place.  I "supervised" setting out breakfast.  From the
laughs and gasps coming from my bedroom, I bet my girls were getting a
play-by-play description of last night's activities.
   They flooded back into the sitting room and swooped on breakfast like
hawks.  I stayed out of the way so I wouldn't be mistaken for food then
cautiously joined them a few minutes later when the knives and forks
weren't flying quite so fast.
   After every bit of food had vanished, we adjourned the sofa and other
chairs.  They groaned.  I groaned.  Bridget latched on and got her
breakfast.
   I got up enough energy to dig out a shamrock pin for Mary.  Kneeling in
front of her, I told her, "This is for a special lady.  When another
special lady sees it on you, they'll know I think you're a wonderful
woman."
   She hugged me firmly.  I nuzzled her neck and asked loudly, "One for the
road?"
   What?  What did I do to make them throw pillows at me?
   Mary said, "I should go.  I need to sleep all day and come into work
this evening."
   I smiled at her.  "No.  You've got a paid evening off tonight.  Maybe
you and hubbie can think of something to do."
   She laughed.  "Thank you, Sean.  I feel all worn out right now, but I
betcha we can think of something tonight after I've rested."
   I walked her down to her car in the garage.  There was no one around so
I snuggled her up, kissed her thoroughly and molested everywhere I could
reach.  She groaned and tried to push her tongue down my throat.  She said,
"Thank you so much, Ceann.  Whether or not I caught, it was still
wonderful."
   Marge had told me already she was preggers so I told her, "Pee on the
stick in a week, Mary.  Remember, the old gods are still powerful." With a
final pat on the butt, I sent her off.
   Staggering back upstairs, I found three ladies with questions.  Mainly
it was, "Where did you get that ritual?"
   I told them, "Memories.  Looking at it now, I've been connected to the
Cullen genetic line for at least three thousand years.  Interestingly,
every hundred years or so, I end up the Ceann.  How's that for
coincidence?"
   They didn't seem to think it was coincidence at all, just good planning.
What the hell, enjoy!
   They pushed me off to bed.  "Get some sleep.  We've still got lots to do
today, and there's a Tavern night tonight."
   Okay.  The body wasn't at all adverse to sleeping, so I let it.  Popping
outside, I tended to my email while they studied.
   Yep, it was statistics day all right.  Only one place had a
down-statistic; they'd spotted it already and were handling it.  Good on
'em.
   Jim from Ladies' Leather told me they had the remaining points about
half-way in; right on schedule.  I told him to get with his lawyer and
start thinking seriously of offers.
   Mesa was doing fine, too.  As planned, they were expanding slowly but
steadily.  They would probably be full up in another month or so.  Great!
   I gave several checkouts.  Kate was running through The Book at an
excellent rate and was getting the material well.  Another day or so and
she'd be done with it.  Okay!
   I taught them all how to do checkouts, drilled them on it and set them
all loose on their own.  That way, I didn't have to be around at all except
to handle an occasional reference question.
   I got about halfway through the revisions on upscaling The Book. 
Actually, there weren't many changes, mainly tweaking the phrasing every
once in a while.  I found an excellent place to put in Mario's QQV concept
and made sure to give him credit.
   The ladies wanted lunch out and to hit OTL since the furniture was due
to be delivered in the early afternoon.  Fine by me.
   I got on a tee shirt, shorts and shoes (plus hat).  The ladies wore
California-Girl Spring Casual: thin tee shirts with mouth-watering bra-free
wobblies (I'm not gonna ask.  I'm *not*!), snug shorts, white athletic
shoes and a matched set of flat-hats.
   They wore sexy panties underneath their shorts.  Kate said, "We gotta
wear 'em 'cause every time we look at you, Sean, we drool." Well, the
feeling's mutual.
   ------
   EILEEN
   After lunch we descended on OTL.  Yeh, we trusted Papa Sonora but
nothing beats a bare-eyeball inspection.
   The furniture wasn't due for another half hour so Sean asked him about
getting a truck and a few guys for the move.
   Papa grinned.  "I can do that, Sean.  On the other hand, why bother when
you've got the most talented teleporter in four clanns sitting on your
shoulder?"
   Duh!  All four of us hit our foreheads at once.  Margie said, _"Shit!  I
was used to just porting the body and diaper bag.  All the stuff we did
yesterday was 'intellectual' to develop the check sheet.  Duh!"_
   Papa very patronizingly said, "That's okay.  We were all new once." He
was smiling widely so Margie didn't put her teeth into him.
   The Jacuzzi was in and filling.  Papa handed us a card and said, "I
checked around the neighborhood and found this pool guy.  I scheduled him
to get it set up tomorrow and check it three times a week."
   The room colors looked great!  The outside trim touch-up made the place
look grand from the outside, too.
   Furniture was here!  We supervised where it went by consulting
Elizabeth's sketches.  For whatever reason, Sean wandered off and talked
with the crew guys; probably some macho-construction-crew stuff.
   Oh, yeh!  The language trick worked fine.  Kate and I managed to direct
everything pretty easily.  A couple of the Hispanic guys grinned a little;
so what if our Spanish had an Irish accent?
   Now we knew Margie would be doing the grunt work, we planned exactly
where everything would go.  We figured we'd pretty much just dump Sean's
office in the den and let him pretend to be useful by setting it up later.
Papa's crew had put in the additional bookshelves so everything was ready
to go.
   Okay.  Sean, Margie and me in the main bedroom and Kate in the one right
next door.  Not that we planned for her to spend much time there, mind you,
just so she had space to put clothes if she needed.
   We decided we'd use the third bedroom (my old room) for any guests and
for the honorings.  Elizabeth had already thought of that and had specified
a fairly masculine look.  No sports posters or crap like that, though.
   Hmm, with the blinds drawn (the proper _touch_ could block all the light
from the windows) and the lights dimmed down, it was hot!  There were
several soft lights right on the California King bed, and the rest of the
room faded away to darkness with some electric candles.  Yummy!
   Kate and I had some serious thoughts of dragging Sean in to try it out,
but Margie reminded us we still had furniture to arrange.  Spoilsport!
   We got the furniture put where we wanted and did a last look around. 
Papa had already planted bushes where they sealed off the last few
peek-a-boo holes in the back yard.  So, as soon as the Jacuzzi was full,
hot and treated properly, it was ready to go.  Hmm.  Full, hot and treated
properly...  Sounded like a couple women I knew.
   We headed back to the hotel.  On the way, Kate, Margie and I did a quick
_consult_ with the Cullen Sisters, Kathleen and Sherry on what we were
wearing.  Okay, green tonight!
   Everyone got showers; we sent Sean off to his so we wouldn't get too
distracted.  Margie zipped back and forth to supervise.
   Kate and I had green dresses which showed lots of chest then lots of
cleavage by the time we were done.  Kate didn't have a lot by nature so
Margie and I worked with her Inner Touch and hold-ups on the dress until it
looked right.
   Jaysus!  There were gonna be some droolers tonight!  Our dresses looked
as if they'd fall off any second; our hats were dangling even more than
usual.  I had a fair amount of boob displayed 'cause I could, but Kate's
dress ended just before her slightly-puffy areolae started showing.  Yeh,
with just the right _touch_, they'd peek out just a little bit every once
in a while!  With our shamrock pendants leading the eyes, there'd be no way
they wouldn't look!
   Margie told us, _"Great!  That'll keep them interested.  We'll knock 'em
out!"_
   Sean had followed orders and wore a dark gray suit and green shirt; no
tie.  We got the desired response from him when he saw us: Broad smile,
lustful look and a salute from the middle.  Nipples up!
   Even better; with Kate's nipples up, it let the areolae peek even more.
I swore everything would pop out any second!  Dayum, I wished I could wear
more than a thong to soak up the juice.
   Off to the Tavern!  Sean got to cuddle Bridget on the way down to the
car and to carry the diaper bag.  I noticed every so often he'd grin and
smack her bottom a little.  Margie was popping up her cuties and wiggling
them against him -- she's gonna get it one of these days!
   Everyone was right on time.  Bob, Mario, John and Patrick looked great.
Kathleen, Sherry, Maura and Teresa had green dresses that looked like
they'd fall off if they breathed hard.  Luscious!
   The nieces and nephews were dressed nicely.  The girls had light green
blouses that let their delicate lacy bras show through just a tiny bit. 
Sexy as hell but not sluttish.
   Maura and Teresa knew Kate but none of them knew of our projected
relationship.  We brought them up to date in a hurry; they and the kids
swarmed over her with hugs, kisses and welcomes.
   Mona claimed Sean's lap for a few minutes.  She snuggled up, kissed him
firmly and told him, _"Hello, Uncle Sean.  This is really cool."_
   She pushed a very firm warm breast and an even firmer nipple into him
and squirmed.  He kissed her on the head and said, _"Cool, yes, but you're
making me hot."_
   It was hidden from sight so he caressed her tidy bum gently.  Maura
whispered to him, _"She's ready.  Tuesday night at your new place."_
   Sean caressed her bum thoroughly.  _"Soon, my sweet.  Soon you *will* be
a woman.  Now scoot back to your seat and cause heart failure among some of
the other men-folk."_
   She scooted with a nice set of nipples poking out.  Good thing she had
on panties because they were soaked; Sean seems to have that effect on
females.  Grin.
   We ordered, ate and chatted in Irish.  Mario had a shamrock pin which
said, "Irish by Osmosis." Sherry had a similar one which said, "Irish by
Injection." Neat!  To Do List: get a source.  I gave Maura and Teresa a
couple extra shamrock pins then told Kat and Sherry about the pins and
pendants.
   Show time!  Bob and Kat came up with us.  Sean introduced them, "These
are our new friends from Clann Reynolds in Burbank.  Please welcome Bob
Reynolds and his fiancee Kathleen Donovan!" He pointed out Mario and Sherry
at the table as the cheering section from Clann Reynolds.
   We welcomed them warmly.  We sang, we danced; I danced this time!  Kate
was an excellent singer.  Bob and Kat did okay on the singing but on the
dancing...  Be Jaysus!  They could take our most complex routines and do
them so effortlessly it was like they were strolling in the park.
   We finally pushed them to the front and let them do as they wished. 
They got some very fast, almost frantic, Irish jig music and tossed it off
like nothing; I could barely see their feet!
   Then they added twirls, lifts and spins!  You've seen ice skaters do
spins?  They could do it face to face so fast you could see them only as a
blur.
   Wow!  Around the third spin they did, Bob staggered, stopped and looked
around; Kathleen had vanished.  We on stage immediately decided not to
figure things out but just enjoy.
   He called for her.  No answer.  He stood facing the crowd, clapped his
hands and a ball of light appeared between them.  He told the crowd, "I'd
better get my magic eye looking.  I've got two mothers who've been planning
a wedding, and they'd be very upset if I misplaced the bride somewhere."
   Bob guided the light up to the ceiling, moved it around the corners of
the stage and had it make a quick swing out into the dining room and back.
No Kathleen.
   He looked at Sean and looked real sad.  Sean shrugged his shoulders;
nothing he could do.
   Bob suddenly laughed.  "Aha!  That's the problem!  I didn't bring my
magic hat tonight.  Sean, maybe she's in *your* hat!"
   Sean promptly tilted his bowler into his hands so it was upside down. 
Reaching in, he pulled out a red-haired doll around a foot high.  Bridget
immediately reached out from my arms and claimed it.
   Bob told the audience, "I always thought my girl was hot, but that's a
bit too much shrinkage." Got a decent laugh.  Bob asked, "Sean, may I
borrow your hat for a few minutes?"
   Sean held it out towards him, and it promptly snapped over to Bob across
twelve feet of stage.  Bob spun it upside down in the air; it hovered and
stopped spinning off to his right about three feet off the floor.  His
"magic eye" dropped into it.
   Bob peered into it and told the audience, "Let's see what he's got in
here I can use." He reached into it and felt around.  His arm was buried to
the elbow, and Sean's hat was only six inches deep.  We on stage were
looking at it from the side; he was not reaching behind it!  Okay, I'm
*not* gonna ask!
   Bob seemed to find something.  "Feels like a magic wand to me!" He
pulled it out and waved it.  It was a silvery stick with a star on the end,
just like in Sean's leprechaun pictures!  Ever see a girl's fairy costume?
This was a very "girly" wand.
   Bob looked at puzzledly then looked at Sean.  "Em, Sean.  Is this
yours?" Sean tried to deny it, but the rest of us overruled him loudly.
   Bob shook his head in wonder.  "Well, let's see if it works." He snapped
the end towards the audience.  There was a loud clatter from the kitchen
like every dish had fallen to the floor at once.
   "Yep.  It works."
   He set it down in mid air beside the hat.  He reached in again and
pulled out a glass of water -- with ice cubes.  He took a sip then looked
out.  "Don't think it's water?" The audience said, "NO!"
   Bob tipped the glass a little and poured some water on his hand.  Looked
real to me.  He set it down too in mid air.  Reaching in again, he pulled
out a full Irish whiskey bottle.  He waved it around so everyone could see
it and said, "Of course!  He's an Irishman after all!" He set it down.
   He rapidly pulled out two more glasses with water and ice cubes.  He
said, "Being a Ceann's gotta be thirsty work."
   He started tossing the two glasses a couple inches in the air.  Suddenly
he tossed one a couple feet in the air, grabbed the third glass and juggled
three pretty full glasses of water.  He grinned and said, "A Ceann's gotta
juggle a lot of things." He added the whiskey bottle to the stream and kept
going.
   The whiskey bottle vanished; Bob looked puzzled then laughed.  "Of
course, if an Irishman's thirsty, would he drink water?"
   Oops!  He missed a glass on the way down.  It promptly smashed itself on
the stage scattering water and ice cubes.  Bob looked crestfallen, set the
other two glasses in the air and said, "Betcha they won't ask me back here
again.  I'd better clean it up."
   He buried his arm in the hat then stood up and waved a huge bath towel
around.  He unfolded it and showed the audience and us.  It was decorated
all over with Pooh Bears.
   He looked at Sean again and said, "This time I won't ask.  Remember,
ladies and gentlemen, it's *his* hat." Big laugh.
   He wadded the towel up in a ball and tossed it in the air.  It stopped a
couple feet in front of him and several feet above his head.  He picked up
the wand, waved it at the towel and let out a stream of...  whatever
language.  I sure didn't understand it, but it sounded very impressive.
   The ball stirred, uncrumpled and the towel spread out flat.  Still
waving the wand and speaking, Bob guided it to the stage floor where it
settled over the broken glass and ice cubes.
   "That's better.  Let's start with putting the glass back together." He
waved the wand and spit out a couple words.  The towel started humping
around in spots and rotated; the spots moved towards the middle then
stopped.  It was "obvious" there was now a glass standing up underneath.
   "Ice cubes next." Another wand wave and a couple words.  The towel
humped and rotated again several times and we distinctly heard ice cubes
hitting the glass.
   "Okay!  Let's get all the water." The towel waved a little bit; we heard
water pouring into water in a stream.  It kept going and going and going.
   Bob looked really puzzled.  He stooped, picked up the edge of the towel
(away from the audience) and looked.  There was a female shriek, the sound
of a slap, and a female voice yelled, "Peeper!"
   Bob stepped back, raised his hands and said, "Sorry, lady.  Remember,
it's *his* towel." He pointed again at Sean.  More laughs.
   The water sound started up again and kept going.  Bob tapped his foot,
looked at his watch and frowned.  The sound stopped.  A second later a
toilet flushed.  Bob bent to pick up the towel, but a female voice from the
audience called out, "She will not be happy if you catch her right now!"
   Bob dropped the towel like it was hot.  A few seconds later there was
the sound of a door closing.  Bob looked a question at the audience.  The
voice called, "Now you can look."
   Bob bent over, grasped the near-side ends of the towel, chanted a long
sentence(?) and stood up while he held the towel in front of the glass. 
Still chanting, he "stretched" the towel between his arms so it was
something like five foot across.  It dangled vertically to the stage.  He
raised his arms some more but the towel stretched so the bottom stayed on
the stage so the glass was completely hidden.
   He raised the towel a couple inches and asked, "Is the glass there?" We
and the audience could see it clear as day and told him so.
   Bob lowered the edge of the towel to the stage, looked upwards, chanted
some more and clapped his hands together.  The towel vanished; the glass
was there, but Kathleen was holding it taking a drink.
   Wild applause!  They took a bow/curtsey.  Kathleen told the audience,
"Sorry I took off; Nature called.  I would have been back sooner but
*someone* interrupted me." She glared at Bob while the audience split some
guts.
   Kathleen took another sip of water then threw the entire glass out over
the audience.  There was some ducking in the line of fire, but the glass
and water vanished.
   Bob idly tossed the other two glasses into the audience; they vanished
too.
   Bob reached in the hat and pulled out a small stuffed bear about five
inches high.  He asked Sean, "Is this Pooh?" Sean laughed and said, "Could
be.  It's probably an Irish bear though.  Remember, it's *my* hat."
   The bear had a tiny tee shirt.  Bob told the audience, "Probably is
Irish.  His shirt says, 'Eire's Tavern'." He tossed it to Kathleen who
tossed it out into the audience.  It landed on a table in front of a small
girl who immediately grabbed it.
   Bob pulled more small stuffed animals with tee shirts out of the hat. 
He tossed them to Kathleen who tossed them into the audience.  Bob said,
"Sean!  Coming atcha!" He pulled faster and tossed them to Sean, too.  Sean
tossed them into the audience.
   Definitely cheating.  Kathleen and Sean just tossed while Mario and
Sherry did all the work of tracking who hadn't gotten one and _touching_
the ones tossed out where they needed to go.  Cool.
   Suddenly the hat let out a shower of sparks.  Bob staggered back.  There
were two streams of stuffed animals coming out by themselves; a large one
to Sean and a smaller one to Kathleen.  Since Sean's ambidextrous, he was
catching and throwing with both hands.
   I even got one perched on my shoulder.  Suddenly the streams stopped and
things settled down a bit.  Bob asked, "Everyone got one that wants one?"
   Bridget promptly let out a raucous yell and scowled.  She hadn't gotten
one!  Bob promptly apologized and said, "Sorry.  Please don't set those
teeth of yours in me." Nice laugh.  Parents knew exactly what he was
talking about.
   Bob and Kat peered in the hat but kept bumping heads.  They each grabbed
a side of the hat and pulled.  The hat immediately stretched to a couple
feet across.  Now they could look.
   They both buried their heads.  Bob suddenly "dove" in until only his
knees showed.  His legs kicked around, his hand reached up to the rim and
he pulled himself out.  He looked sad.  He told Bridget, "Sorry, honey.  No
more left.  Would you take something else?" Bridget shook her rattle at him
and looked stern.
   Bob asked the audience, "Then I'd better pull a rabbit out of the hat,
right?" Bob and Kathleen reached in together and tossed Bridget a big
stuffed rabbit with floppy ears.  It had to be four feet tall not counting
the ears.  She caught it, hugged it (and her redhead doll), kicked her legs
and laughed.
   Bob ostentatiously wiped sweat from his forehead.  He told the audience,
"Close call; thought I was a gonner." Laughs.
   He and Kathleen pushed the hat back to its "normal" size.  Suddenly it
flipped over and shook violently.  Something dropped out of it and Bob
caught it before it reached the floor.  He showed it to the audience; it
was the whisky bottle!  He told us, "We'd better watch out!  The bottle's
empty now!"
   The hat took off erratically over the audience.  Bob grabbed the wand,
waved it and chanted some words.  The hat kept going.  He tried again with
no effect.  He told the audience, "So that's where the whiskey went!  The
only thing worse than a drunken Irishman is an Irishman's drunken hat!"
   It did look drunk.  It staggered and weaved.  Bob told the audience,
"Better be careful.  Drunken Irish hats get amorous."
   It did.  It sidled up to an elderly lady, nuzzled up against her
shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  She laughed and batted it away.
   It almost fell down but managed to stagger around some more.  Bob tried
a couple more wand waves and more words but to no avail.  He asked Bridget,
"Miss Bridget, it's your dad's hat.  Can you do anything?"
   Bridget handed Sean her doll and the rabbit.  She got a stern look on
her face, shook her rattle fiercely and yelled out some sounds.  The hat
immediately stopped and "looked" surprised.
   After a couple more rattles and sounds, it started slinking back towards
the stage, trying to hide behind people.  Bridget shook her rattle at it
and scowled when it stopped for too long.
   It slid towards us a few inches off the ground.  If it had been a puppy
it would have been groveling and wagging its tail.  It crept up my leg
slowly and nudged Bridget's foot apologetically.
   Bridget reached down, grabbed it and pulled it down over her head. 
Success!
   We got lots of applause.  We bowed and curtsied.  Bridget kept the hat
on and waved her arms and legs while we walked off the stage.  Good show!
   We got back to the table, sat and rested.  Being an audience is hard
work!
   Mona asked Bob, "Thank you for the bear, Mr.  Bob.  Is there anything I
can give you?" She had her shoulders back, her chest out, and her high
beams and predatory look on full blast.
   Bob smiled, looked directly at her delights and admired.  He said, "No
problem, honey.  Besides, its Sean's hat.  I'm sure he'd accept your
thanks."
   She switched her target to Sean.  He just grinned and admired her.
   We talked away for a while more.  Bob told Sean, "Bring these delightful
young people along tomorrow if you wish and if they wouldn't be offended by
the clothing-optional."
   Maura put in, "They're used to it at home so it shouldn't be an issue. I
don't think they'd mind extending their education a bit, would you kids?"
   Five voices immediately agreed to extend their education.  Mona left
eyeball tracks all over Bob and Sean.
   Chapter 15
   SEAN (Saturday 5/13)
   We slept in nicely late then had a light breakfast.  Kathleen had
assured us there'd be tons of food, "Even after the kids are stuffed."
   The ladies huddled in Eileen's room for a last-hours' grooming.  While I
checked over my email, they checked over their Down Unders.
   While Marge didn't have any fur Down Under, it didn't stop her from
offering some (often-crude but interesting) suggestions and doing quality
control checking.  From the squeals and moans I heard, Eileen and Kate did
some extensive cross-checking and quality control inspections themselves.
   Around 10:15 they came in demanding the "Ceann's approval." Growl and
howl!  Plenty of wonderful fluffy fur but neatly trimmed and guiding the
eye to the portals of delight.
   Well, the Ceann doesn't give approvals out lightly; I spent a half-hour
each checking out the bottom while Maggie and the free lady tended to the
top.  Yum!
   They finally pushed me off.  Marge told me, _"Take another shower;
you're a pussy-face!"_
   Huh?  I smile horizontally not vertically.  Oh well, it was my word
against thousands of theirs.
   So I took a shower.  Marge hadn't commented on my (lower) hair so I
didn't worry about it.
   I went back the work I'd been doing before I'd been so rudely
interrupted.  I got through four of my newsletters before they informed me
it was time to go.
   Heart failure!  Marge had her diaper and an Irish Inside tee shirt with
her cuties at full blast; Eileen and Kate had bikinis.  Yeh, they covered
the minimum, but I just knew something would slip down or off any moment.
Groan.
   We turned off the lights and got in a group hug for Marge to port us
over.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Margie told us, _"Close your eyes and hold tight!  Besides me, this is
my first try at porting someone."_ Be Jaysus!  Sean chanted a fervent
appeal to the ancient gods.
   My feet floated up an inch or so then back down onto a chilly floor.  We
looked around; sure seemed like Bob's entryway.  Sean made a quick check to
ensure our boobs and butts came through okay.  Seemed they did.
   We cuddled and kissed Margie, ensuring she knew how happy we were our
bodies hadn't been scattered through twenty universes.  She giggled and
said, _"Aw, shucks.  T'wern't nothin'.  Twenty universes, eh?  I
wonder..."_
   We trekked out to the back yard where there were about 20 people.  We
recognized George's parents, Andy and Patricia, and spotted several chairs
next to them.  Might as well sit with them; George and Margie'd already
spotted each other and were bouncing around the yard together.
   We wove between PVC's and the Wild Bunch's dancing nude bodies and
snagged the chairs.  Andy got up and gave me a firm hug and kiss; nothing
social about it; he meant it.  It was a bit strange to have a nude man not
Sean against me, but I decided I liked it.
   Patricia gave Sean the same kind of greeting.  We introduced Kate as
part of our relationship, and they smothered her with welcomes.
   Sean dropped our stuff behind our chairs.  Patrica'd put a blanket out
on the ground for George; his diaper bag was there so Sean added Bridget's
to the collection.
   Looking around, everyone was nude.  Before I thought too much about it,
I'd put my suit on the back of my chair.  Sean was out of his trunks in two
seconds.  Kate took a deep breath (which did interesting things to her
chest) and took her suit off too.
   Andy looked at us and admired.  Jaysus!  Kate and I perked up
immediately and started drooling.  Sean had risen to attention himself.
   Patricia laughed and told us, "You'll get used to it.  Everyone's gonna
admire you guys a lot.  After a bit it won't feel so sexual and things'll
calm down.  Every once in a while, though, someone'll admire you so hard
you'll get in heat again.  All part of the game."
   Yeh.  Well, I didn't mind doing a bit of admiring myself.  Andy and
Patricia were lookin' *good*!
   Kate and I sprawled out on a three-wide chair on either side of Sean --
he'd protect us!  The chairs had nice comfortable cushions and were
adjustable -- since they could go down flat, they were actually more
lounges or beds than just chairs.  Kate and I ensured we put a towel under
our butts though; we had a pretty good idea we'd be leaving some wet spots.
   Patricia grinned, picked up her hips a little and showed us her towel.
"You got it."
   Note to self: ask Margie to port us several more towels over.
   I relaxed and looked around.  There were several clusters of lounges
like ours scattered around the yard.  The pool had quite a few regular
chairs around it and had several swimmers going at it.
   They'd put in a couple pieces of statuary since we'd been here Sunday.
Janey Mack!  Not statuary; that was Bob and his father David!
   I _hinted_ at Kate to look.  Fuck!  They looked like Michaelangelo
statues with red and black hair.  David was taller and a bit wider, but
they were both solid white marble.
   Kate and I realized it at the same time.  A major part of Bob's and
Sean's charisma was they *listened*.  They didn't fidget, think of what to
say next, think of interrupting with their story, none of that.  They had
their full attention on understanding what the speaker was saying.  Fuckin'
aye that was a *big* part of being the Ceanns!  Sean and Bob both had the
air of complete self-confidence and competence without being arrogant.
   Yo!  The Wild Bunch came scampering up in lock step.  They said, "Hi,"
gathered around and overtly ogled us.  There's a thin line between "admire"
and "ogle." They were well on the ogle side but had dragged the admire
right along with it.
   Henry said, "You guys always seem to come up with some miracle.  Now,
who's this icon of health, beauty and sexiness?"
   Sean introduced Kate as "a major upheaval of joy in our lives." Henry
bowed, kissed her hand and whispered something to her in Gaelic.  I caught
something about Kate causing another kind of upheaval.
   Yeh, this was one of those "every once in a whiles." Kate went into heat
so hard it radiated off her.  Janet and Bellana were not so PC as Henry;
each of them straddled her and laid a hug and lip-lock on her that left no
doubts at all they considered her a prize beyond rubies.
   Henry looked at me and raised an eyebrow.  I sighed and told him, "Well,
I guess since I'm one of the Clann Cullen Ceann-Mates, I've gotta do the
politicking.  Now get your cute butt over here and lay a couple on me.  I
need a really *hot* snog from a sexy man!"
   Between us, we managed to raise our internal temperatures as well as
other things.  Note to self: Drink lots of fluids to make up for fluid
loss.
   Neither Janet nor Bellana held back much.  They went down the line from
Kate to Sean to me, giving us each a lap and chest full of squirming firm
female body.  Janet whispered to me, "Remember, the cross-cultural
exchanges aren't limited to the Ceanns and their mates."
   The three of them spread the wealth to Andy and Patricia who didn't seem
to mind at all.
   Kate laughed and said, "Hell, we don't have to get in the pool to get
wet." Besides the wet spots beneath Kate and me, the girls had deposited
some damp momentos on our lower bellies.  Ah, such are the trials the Ceann
and Mates have to bear!
   Probably every thirty seconds or so, the back door spat out someone new
to the party.  One family was quite Spanish; Patricia told us, "That's the
Guerreros from Cabo San Lucas."
   She told us how the JRD Owners had discovered them during Spring Break.
Since then, they'd formed their own Clan Fuerte with Ramon's brother-in-law
as the Jefe.  "They bring an amazingly-different cultural viewpoint. 
Almost everything they do or say makes us examine our own culture, values
and opinions.  All to the good, of course.
   "Bob and Kat honored them tremendously; Alejandro and Linda will be
staying with the Matthews pretty much full-time pretty soon.  The Wild
Bunch and PVC are already working to bring them up to the U.S.  educational
standards.  Hopefully, they won't corrupt them too much in the process."
   Yeh, I knew what she meant.  On the other hand, I'd put Nana up against
any corrupting influence they had and bet heavily on her.
   The Nolans and Bardons trooped in.  They'd driven over since they didn't
have a resident teleport to help out.
   Maura shot us, _"The four younger ones are talking and aware.  They're
ready to pop any moment; I'll bet either or both the Wild Bunch or PVC will
do the honors.  We've got their sun glasses and sun block up so they're all
as happy as Irishmen with an open bar."_
   She was right.  The Wild Bunch and PVC descended on them and hauled the
young-uns away.  The adults set up camp by Blake, Louise and the Sonoras
who were more their ages.  Great, we'll get some cross-cultural exchanges
going.
   In the meantime, we three just reveled in being outside in the sunshine.
With our sun glasses and sun blocks we could cook as long as we wished. 
They'd warned us to block more than we thought necessary.  "You can ease it
off a bit at a time if you want to try a tan."
   We weren't interested in tanning; we were enjoying the freedom of being
outside in the sun without the worry of burning in three minutes and having
the pleasant breezes caressing *all* of our bodies.  We immediately agreed
we'd spend a lot of time in the OTL back yard doing exactly this.
   About a half-hour after we'd gotten there, Sherry stood up and got
everyone's attention.  "Welcome to the first major party at our new digs.
May there be many more!"
   Loud cheers and applause!
   "Now, a few words.  First, we've got a sound shield around the house and
the back yard so you can be as loud as you wish.  On the other hand, if it
gets too loud for others to converse easily, the Enforcers will handle it.
You remember the Enforcers, dontcha?"
   David and Elizabeth Reynolds stood up and glared pleasantly around.  I
_felt_ several other female thoughts along with mine about having David
"enforce" something on us!
   Sherry went on, "So far as we can tell, we're safe against peepers.  The
JRD office building is the closest line-of-sight we have to here and the
Owners are here anyway.  Just to be on the conservative side, nudity is
fine in the back yard, but if you want to play Butterfly Games, use the
basement.  It's got full carpeting and a full bathroom.
   "But you clean up your own wet spots and cum spills!  Yeh, the Ceanns
serve you but aren't servants.
   "Know where your suits or clothes are at all times; we've never had a
complaint, but there's a first time for everything, and we may have to
cover up quickly.
   "No copulating or other overt sexual acts outside.  If you wanna,
there's four bedrooms in the house; share them and don't leave wet spots --
there's plenty of towels.
   "Last but not least, there's the outside shower before you hit the pool.
While we're not adverse to a bit of sweat or pussy juice, we don't need to
swim in it.
   "Eat up!  If we run out, we'll send Bob or Sean out for more.  After
all, what are they here for?  Let the party *really* begin!"
   I'd say that put Sean and Bob firmly in their place in the Scheme of
Things.  Grin.
   We asked Patricia, "Butterfly Games?"
   She told us, "Fun sex games without intercourse.  Have one of the 'kids'
tell you, especially one of the Wild Bunch or Steven or Lucia.  We haven't
been to one yet."
   Margie and George had settled down on the blanket by then.  They shared
a quiet kiss every once in a while but behaved themselves.
   They came up to the moms to nurse, latched on, popped outside and went
off somewhere.  Patricia and I grinned at each other; so that's what we
were, convenient nourishment sources!
   Patricia and I chatted about kids, diapers -- George took care of his
diapers and all the feedings during the night, just like Bridget.  Clever
children!  Best daughter!  -- weaning, strollers, clothes, all that
mom-type stuff.
   Granted, Maura and Teresa had gone through it all but Patricia and I
were in exactly the same boat; five-month-old first children.
   Now that Bridget and George had their lunches, it was time for ours. 
Sherry'd been right; there was plenty of food.  I had a nice steak, baked
potato, salad and a soft drink.  Plenty for now, but there was more any
time we wished.
   We lay back and vegetated after lunch.  Margie and George settled down
on the blanket and went off to sleep -- while probably creating some havoc
elsewhere.
   Okay, let's check out the pool.  Sean and I'd learned to swim in high
school while Kate had learned in the Brownies (when does a Cub Scout become
a Boy Scout?  When he eats his first Brownie.  Hehehehe.).
   The shower had two showerheads.  There was an overhead one; that made
sense.  Another one pointed up and out a little bit around knee-high.  Hah!
Just right for rinsing the pussy!  Kate and I used both and dove in.
   Nice!  It felt cold at first then just right.  We didn't worry about the
hair; it would dry.
   Others in the pool showed us a trick of making a swimming mask with a
_touch_.  Now we could see underwater as well as on top.
   Oh, my.  Seems when in the pool, one got quite friendly!  Okay, if they
could check us out, turn-about is fair play.  Kate and I ensured ourselves
the males and females in the pool were *really* males and females!
   Enough for now.  We got, rinsed off and assumed the position of extreme
laziness.
   Maggie and George finally decided to wake up.  They popped off
somewhere, probably for a diaper change then popped back a couple minutes
later.
   George had worn only a diaper all the time; Margie had worn a diaper and
an Irish Inside tee shirt with her cuties in full bloom.  She peeled off
the tee shirt and yowsah!
   She had boobs!  Lovely peaches and cream cones with tasty-looking pink
nipples all popped up.  Let me tell you, they drew a crowd in a hurry with
the Wild Bunch and PVC right in front.
   Bellana asked The Question, "Okay, Maggie.  Give us the dirt on the
tits."
   Margie floated up above their heads (so everyone interested -- which was
everyone -- could see) and told them, _"All the same touch.  After I'd
nurse and burp at night, I'd practice in the mirror.  I figured if we could
block infrared and other wavelengths with touches, I should be able to
reflect wavelengths._
   _"Once I figured it out, it was a fairly simple matter of reflecting the
right wave lengths.  Texture, nipples, fine hair, all a matter of
more-or-less 'painting' what I wanted to be seen."_
   George put in, _"It's like printing a picture on a color printer.  It
uses CMYK -- Cyan, Magenta, Yellow and blacK -- to reflect the desired
wavelengths.  That's not the issue so much with these simply delightful
examples of female beauty; it's the artistry behind them."_
   Cynthia Gold took the challenge; she floated up to Margie, sucked a
breast entirely into her mouth and worried it with her tongue.  Margie
_leaked_ the sensation out to us; we all panted and groaned a bit -- male
and female.
   Cynthia finally let go after pulling the nipple out an inch or so and
letting it pop back.  "Texture and temperature are wonderful.  Bumps,
puckers, wonderful smooth skin and fine hair -- but no taste."
   Margie got a glassy-eyed stare for a few seconds.  _"Try the other one
now."_
   Cynthia obliged and _sent_ us the sensations.  She said, "Yum!  Now,
when do I get a couple hours to check these out completely?"
   Margie laughed and said, _"Patience, young-un.  Okay, I cheated, just
like everything else.  I stole taste sensations from you guys. 
Perspiration, skin oils and pheromones -- pheromones can have a taste, too,
ya know."_
   The women chased off the men and gathered around Margie.  They offered
feedback like, "Some light blue veins just under the skin."
   Margie tweaked the presentation and offered reviews until the consensus
was that her tits were totally delectable.  Yeh, I agreed.  Kate, Sean and
I decided we'd have an extensive private tasting tonight.
   Okay, not everything was about sex.  George, Margie, Don and Henry
vanished into the den and went at it about wavelengths, _touches_,
reflection and other sensations.  One of them would trot out some math or
physics, the others would look it over and agree, disagree or comment.  It
looked like Margie ported some books over from her library because there
was quite a stack of them on the table.
   Our clever Margie more than held her own.  While Don appeared to know a
lot about pigmentation and wavelengths, George and Nana more than made up
for it with a deep native intuition and years of experience.
   Best daughter!  Best friend!  Best man!  Life was good.
   The nieces came over en masse to harass Sean.  The Wild Bunch and PVC
had taken them in hand, gotten the younger ones outside and had done some
basic training.  Obviously the girls had learned about the Inner Touch
because there were six impossibly-perky and wobbly boobs pointed right at
him!
   As Ceann-Mates, Kate and I should have supported him, but we bailed off
the lounge so they all could get to him at once!  Aile and Deidre (almost
nine with boobs and fur) plastered themselves over him and offered sweet
kisses while rubbing their cute little boobs on him.
   Yeh, they checked out Kate and me.  While they weren't totally
bi-sexual, they'd done their own "experimenting" along with Mona and didn't
mind at all nibbling on a boob while checking the milk supply.
   Groan.  Such sweet young thangs but not yet ready for prime time.
   Mona was more than ready.  She plopped herself down on Sean with the
assurance of a thirty-year old.  She put a major lip-lock on him while
squirming her very-hard, very-hot nipples and just-right breasts over his
chest.
   She dripped on him!  She pushed her boobs into his (not-unwilling) mouth
and flooded his stomach with pussy juice.  She only relented when Margie
nipped her cute butt really good with her (now three!) teeth.
   Margie told her, _"Back off, sweetie.  Don't make me take you downstairs
and show you the *real* facts of life."_
   Mona said, "Please?  Pretty please?"
   Margie and Sean swatted her butt (gently) and threw them all into the
pool.
   More food!  Kate and I chowed down again even though it had been only
two hours.  We had to get our strength back after the Ceann had ravished us
so hard and so often!
   Groan.  It hurts so good!  Kate and I lay back and went to sleep; we
felt four months pregnant with pot bellies.  What the hell, if someone
wanted to take advantage of a preggy lady while she was asleep, more power
to 'em!
   Nice being outside!  We could still move around, _talk_ and harass the
men.  With the four-months-pregnant idea fresh in my mind, I _looked_
around at all the bodies.
   Everyone looked good.  Karen Gold, in her late 50's, looked 15 to 20
years younger.  She wasn't a skinny thing, but didn't have the heavy hips,
butt and thighs a lot of older women I'd seen had.
   Even granting her Inner Touch, her boobs were up and firm.  Her skin,
while "old" with some wrinkles here and there, was almost completely
flawless and attractive.  Hell, I'd do her any day based on physical
structure alone.
   The men were similar.  Older men tend to have a paunch or bigger belly;
none of these guys had anything like that.  Granted, they didn't have the
same waist and hip proportions as the thirty-year-olds, but David Reynolds
or Papa Sonora at 40 I'd invite into my bed any night!
   John and Patrick were trim and looked delicious.  Yum.  Food for thought
and daydreams.
   Ana told me, "We've got an on-the-fly STD check worked out; it's based
on DNA tracing.  How about several of you pop by my place Monday for some
training on DNA tracing?  We'll be going over the STD check Monday at the
Clann meeting."
   ------
   SEAN
   We made sure to introduce Kate around; everyone gave her a firm hug and
kiss.  She was lookin' good, like *all* the ladies.  Even allowing what the
ladies were doing with their chests, they were delightful.
   Comparing them to mundane women of the same age, I decided they were all
in excellent physical condition.  Various body types from slender to
stocky, sure, but none were over or under-weight.
   Over the past couple weeks, Eileen had lost the last bit of what she'd
gained with Bridget.  Now she was tight, wonderfully curvy and...  Down,
treacherous organ!
   Kate was firm and slim to start with; no cellulite on her, for sure!
   The biggest non-physical difference was these women (all ages) were
alert, aware, confident and happy.  I'd seen a lot of teeny-boppers around
at the malls and such wearing sullen faces and glaring at any man (young or
old) who dared glance at them.  Yet, they obviously had contests among
themselves about how low they could get their pants on their hips without
falling down and how much boob they could show off.
   Bridget and George loved the pool!  That is, when they weren't off
somewhere arguing about the technical aspects of the whichness of the whens
with some of the Clann Reynolds.
   They shed their diapers, wrapped arms and legs around each other then
dropped themselves into the water from about five feet up while giving out
baby-shrieks of fun!  Looks like they dog-paddled around on top and
underneath the water.
   After ten minutes or so, they'd pop out, dry themselves off and sack out
on the blanket.  Every couple hours, they'd make a bee line for the nearest
boob with milk; didn't matter whose.  Patricia and Eileen didn't mind;
they'd cuddle and nurse either.
   They practiced standing, too.  While they couldn't quite get to the
standing position from lying down, they just _touched_ their bodies
upright. They held on to each other while their legs wobbled around.  After
ten seconds or so, a leg would give out, and they'd both fall over.
   It gave them a good excuse to console each other with kisses, hugs and
caresses.  Marge's boobs got a *good* going over each time, too; quite
diplomatically, of course!  Then after a while they'd try standing again.
We had plenty of happy-baby sounds from them both.
   In the late afternoon, Bob asked me, "Sunday, Maura said you had a
collectables store.  Could you take a look at some we've found?"
   No problem.  Marge, Eileen and Kate came along so they could get some
real-world experience.  We gathered around the dining-room table with Bob
and Kat who had a large box.
   Kat told us, "These were in my biological parents' safe deposit box."
   There were around thirty individually-sealed comics.  I organized them
quickly by series or title then looked them over.  A lot of them I knew
right off; for those I didn't, I put a probe into the staff at Collectable
Arts for quick research.
   I wiped my face and chest thoroughly with my towel and told them,
"Pardon me while I drool.  First, these have all been carefully archived.
These fifteen originally came with individual shrink-wrap; it looks as if
they're still in the original wraps."
   I pointed out a few spots in the shrink wrap.  "Probably with a couple
small needles, they displaced the air with humidified argon.  That means
there's no bacteria, mold or other nasty stuff to cause deterioration. 
Then the holes were re-sealed.
   "Everything is in sealed, archival-quality plastic envelopes, again
filled with argon.  Someone *really* wanted these to last."
   I tapped the first one in the row.  "This is a first release; first by
this publisher and first in this series.  Original shrink wrap, original
seal on the edge.  I'd say it's in uncirculated condition which basically
means it was probably never stood on edge in a display rack and never
exposed to sunlight.  There were 1,300 published twenty years ago; there
are now only 32 known to be extant in any condition.  It sold for a nickel,
now it's probably around 12, depending on how it gets sold."
   Kat said, "Five cents to 12 bucks isn't too bad."
   I grinned at her and said, "My communication error.  That's 12
*thousand* dollars."
   Several sets of eyes got bigger in a hurry.
   I went down the line quickly.  First editions, signed copies (by an
artist), typographical errors on the covers or a page, that sort of stuff.
Almost every one uncirculated with approximate values in the tens of
thousands of dollars.
   "Let's look at these last twelve." I made a show of pretending to wiping
off the table in front of me and a little on the floor below.  "Pardon me
for coming all over.
   "These are a series as you can see.  They were published bi-monthly. 
Originally shrink-wrapped, but you can see the wrap is open at the top. 
That's so the lead artist for that edition could sign the cover.
   "You'll see this one has a strange fold of paper on the top.  During the
press run, those pages didn't get cut.  They'd distributed ten copies
before they found it; this is the only one I know in existence.
   "Vanity press, too.  Only 300 were printed on each run.  This series was
the first publication by the company.  Several of the artists had their
first work in these.  A month after the last one was published, there was a
fire in the publishing house, and the original plates were destroyed along
with everything else.  The company went out of business -- the same people
later started another very successful comic business.
   "These two are the only copies known *plus* they're signed. 
Uncirculated condition.  As a set, the current market value would be over a
million dollars.  As historical artifacts, so to speak, they're priceless.
   "So, among all of these, you've got at least two million bucks.  If you
auctioned them, you might get well over double that.  Got any more?"
   That was worth a lot of cum on the floor, so to speak.
   Kat finally said, "That's all the comics.  There's what look like
trading cards, though."
   There's a much wider market for them.  Again, each one was archivally
packed with argon.  I pointed out a couple worth over $50k each.  There
were several I couldn't identify at all, nor could the Collectable Arts
staff.
   "Okay, then.  You've got more winners.  Some we can't identify right off
which probably means they're extremely rare or possibly unknown until now.
There's sets of all sorts, some signatures, all that neat stuff.  This
stack of fifty probably is worth around three million -- excluding the
unknowns; I wouldn't doubt they could go for a couple hundred thousand
apiece or more.  You got any more cards?"
   Nope, that was all of the cards.  Bob said, "There was a shitpot full of
jewelry.  We took pictures of quite a bit."
   I looked at several hundred pictures on his computer screen.  As we went
along, I pointed out features.  "Based on the setting style, the wedding
set is several hundred years old at least; probably Russian or Czech.  The
dress, I can't say; probably a couple hundred years old.
   "A lot of the loose stuff is probably straight investment-grade; you
might find some collectables in there, too -- for example, this one set of
earrings looks really cheap but based on other things I've seen, it's
probably a collectable from the 1920's or so.
   "Lots of the settings are styled from fifty years old and earlier; that
says to me they got them probably thirty years ago at least.  Tell me a
little about your parents, Kat."
   She filled me in a little on their ages and what they'd been doing most
of their lives -- with the disclaimer her data was second-hand from Evin.
   I told her, "Well, you might start a family-tree or genealogy research.
Some of this might be inheritance from their parents or grandparents.  It's
very possible some of the value of these pieces is in their history.  If
you can trace the family history, you might be able to trace some of the
jewelry history.  In general, the more 'colorful' the history, the more
value a piece has."
   Bob and Kat _talked_ a few seconds then Kat told us, "Probably an
excellent job for Riona and Alyssa.  They're pure Donovan so it directly
affects them.  Also, a lot of the grunt work they could shop out to others
in their Brain Trust for extra income.
   "There was a lot of other papers in the boxes too, like old and current
deeds.  Who knows, there might be pointers to other storage areas!  The
stuff in the bank is pretty compact; there might be bulkier items somewhere
else.
   "This dining room table was in their house.  Evan put it into storage
then we brought it here.  Ronnad had a small jewelry box in the house when
they died; it had some very nice things but nothing really very valuable
that I could tell.  So, Sean, what would you recommend we do with this
stuff?"
   I considered a moment then said, "Well, my understanding is you're not
hurting for assets or cash right now, Kat.  While collectables tend to
cycle with the economy to some extent, the wider-market stuff like the
jewelry has a world-wide market.
   "Collectors can be an odd lot.  Probably the vast majority of them are
in it because they really enjoy the history behind things.  They enjoy
discussing stuff with other collectors and showing what they have -- not to
say, 'Ha, ha!  I've got it and you don't,' but to show others of like mind
interesting items with interesting histories.
   "There are collectors of almost anything.  Comics and cards, for
example, are very wide-spread collectables.  They really 'dig it,' so to
say, and quite a few are wealthy enough to think nothing of picking up
something for 50K.
   "From what you said of your parents, they weren't collectors per se. 
They collected companies instead -- probably that's where JRD came from. 
All this stuff here and the pictures, excluding the wedding stuff which is
probably family heirlooms, they probably acquired for its investment value.
Otherwise, they'd probably had it either on display or very available to
show and discuss with other collectors.
   "Unless you folk are into the comics and cards, I'd say get it appraised
and get a history so you know what you're dealing with.  I've tapped into
my staff at Collectable Arts for most of what I've told you.  They're
generalists, but they dig it, too.  You might even put on a private showing
of some of the stuff just to share the wealth with the collectors.  Nothing
says you have to sell it.
   "With my top-of-the head valuation of several million, I'd say it would
be worth probably at least 50 to a hundred K to get an accurate appraisal
and history.  With the formal history, they're more valuable.
   "The jewelry is the same.  The loose things are probably pure
investments, though there could be some surprises there, too.  I'd
commission a study of your wedding set if for no other reason than to get
its history documented to the fullest extent possible.
   "Don't leave it at that, either.  This table here, for example, is
probably several hundred years old.  You've got a lot of other stuff in
here that's old.  While 'old' doesn't necessarily mean 'valuable' in the
dollar sense, just knowing it's history might make it personally valuable.
Maybe one of those chests upstairs came across the Oregon Trail.
   "Maura has a ring Mum bequeathed to her as the eldest daughter; it's
probably at least a thousand years old!  It's pretty but not beautiful by
today's standards.  To the Cullen eyes, though, it's a wonderful piece of
our Clann history and to us is priceless.  A lot of the things you have
here could be the same way -- or could be of extreme historical
significance for some other reason.  Get it all looked at by one or more
antique historians.
   "In many respects, it's the same as what you're currently doing with all
the JRD companies.  You're running through each one and gathering
statistics.  That goes into a history for the company then you can make a
decision what it's worth to *you*.
   "By the time you're through, you might find a couple companies which
aren't really profitable enough to make them worth your attention. 
Depending on the company and what it handles, though, you might find
someone who's really in to the product and doesn't really care if it's
extremely profitable.
   "A lot of the mom and pop stores I've seen developed from my seminars
are much like that.  The owners aren't so much interested in becoming
wealthy as they are in working in an area they really enjoy.  For example,
while Collectable Arts is making a decent living for Francis, Francine and
Simon, they're doing it more because they love the field.
   "Part of my management philosophy in 'The Book' is one can make a nice
living or even become wealthy doing what you enjoy or you can learn to
enjoy what you're making your living at.
   "If you can sell a company in good working condition to someone who
really loves the industry, you've got a winner.  I'd say 95% of the
companies I've developed and sold have been to people who love the area --
Collectable Arts is a prime example.  The jewelry store I use for 99% of my
purchases is run by a couple who love the history and aesthetics.
   "So, if you like, I'll introduce you to the Collectable Arts people for
the comics and to Jewelry Arts.  While none of the staff of either place
are certified appraisers, they know good qualified people who can do the
work.  Collectable Arts probably can give us recommendations for the
furniture appraisals as well as a lot of the other stuff you found."
   Kat told me, "Great!  Let's do exactly that.  I'll start Riona and
Alyssa on the genealogy stuff right away.  The rest of it -- hmm.  I'll
sound out Dermot on that.  He might be very interested in finding an area
to be productive in on his own besides bringing pleasure to ladies." Grin.
   Sounds as if I needed to make a talk with Mr.  Dermot.  We've got some
similar interests.
   ------
   EILEEN
   Sean and Kat had some wonderful ideas.  I decided to find someone
interested in genealogy and turn them loose on Nana's and my side of the
Clann Cullen -- working with Teresa, of course.
   With Nana's jewelry and clothes, maybe Dermot (or whomever) would be
interested in tracking that down, too.  After all, the emerald set was a
couple hundred years old.
   Sean wrapped our little meeting up with Kat's action items being finding
out if Riona and Alyssa were interested in the genealogy and if Dermot was
interested in being an agent to do the interface work with the
collectables. Hell, if we found some collectables, we'd probably work with
him, too.
   Nana, Kate and I had plenty to do with Cullen Enterprises for a while,
so we had something we were quite interested in (yeh, I know; a preposition
is something you shouldn't end a sentence with).
   Hmm.  If we decided Kate was going to live with us long-term, Rosheen
would need a roommate to help cover expenses -- or might be interested in
working on the genealogy for extra income!  Kate said she was the one who'd
talked with her a lot about the customs, so she might know a lot about the
Clann Cullen.  If she knew that, she was already halfway there on being a
researcher.
   All righty then!  Back to the fun stuff around the pool.  We broke up
and circulated around, talking and chatting with everyone.  We stuffed our
faces some more, went back in the pool for a while and had a grand time.
   Kate and I got back on our lounge and cooked some more in the sunshine.
With it laid flat, we could lay on our stomachs.  At Patricia's suggestion,
we used little _touches_ on our chests so our boobs wouldn't squish; mine
were quite a bit more sensitive to that than Kate's.
   With Sean out and about, we could spread our legs and sprawl out; very
un-lady-like, but no one else was concerned about how they were laying
either.  Sure got some nice cooking on our fannies!
   Margie and George put their bodies on the blanket for a nap then took
off somewhere.  Kate and I dozed ourselves a few minutes.
   The Wild Bunch came striding by.  Bellana looked at Margie and George
then said quietly, "Looks like they're comfortable.  They're probably off
tormenting cats and dogs somewhere."
   Kate glanced at their bodies and said lazily, "They're in Brazil
studying some pyramids in the middle of the rain forest.  They're 'arguing'
about the stellar alignment, age, all that stuff and having a great time."
   Henry said, "Um, Kate.  I'm not challenging you but I didn't see you
trace their VPNs.  How did you know where they were?"
   Kate propped herself up on her elbows to talk.  "I just glanced at the
connection node.  It's not a vector with direction and magnitude, it's got
the exact coordinates of the other end plus other data.
   "Hmm.  Granted I'm a three-day newbie, but Sean and Eileen taught me to
avoid leakage by attention and intention.  Communication doesn't travel the
intervening distance at all; it's point to point.  A stupid question: why
do we have a physical-universe VPN between two points for power or
communication?  Can't they be done the same way we 'normally' talk?"
   Henry shook his head and sighed.  "I need to come by you folk a lot more
often.  From the mouths of babes -- and in your case, Kate, what a babe!  I
guess the answer for right now is, 'We've always done it that way.' Yeh,
now that I look at it, the connection node has all the data we need.  Looks
like it's time for another look-see at that.  Let's get our team together
and see what we can come up with."
   Janet and Bellana promptly dropped to their knees and burbled Margie's
and George's bellies -- very loud and long.  They "returned" fairly lively
and wrapped themselves around the appropriate heads.
   Margie told Janet, _"Now I've gotcha!  You're not getting away this
time!"_
   George said, _"Bellana, I'm more than willing to return that -- either
higher or lower or both!"_
   We laughed.  Henry told Margie, "Come on, old lady.  Your Ms.  Kate just
pointed out what could be a fundamental design flaw in our VPNs, and we
need to look at it.  George, you're the man too.  I'll get Don and Mario;
we'll meet in the den."
   They promptly took off for the house.  I looked at Janet and Bellana and
told them, "Guys and their toys.  Even if Margie's a girl, she likes the
same toys.  So, it looks as if you're stuck with us for a while."
   They sat down cross-legged on the blanket in front of us.  We had a very
nice talk about their school, their Brain Trust and Inner Circle and some
of the things Bob, Sherry, George and Natalie had done.  While school for
Bridget was years away, it was very interesting to know there was at least
one school system which was extremely good.
   Sean drifted up behind us and admired our fannies.  I'll admit, with our
legs spread wide, they were pretty accessible -- and got even wetter. 
Janet and Bellana didn't blink or glance away from us; they _linked_ a
little with us so we could watch him through their eyes.
   About the time his tongue hit his lips, we arched our backs and pushed
our butts up so he could get an even better look.  His eyes got bigger then
when we winked everything at him, he collapsed on the ground with a hand
over his heart.
   Janet and Bellana swayed sideways to look underneath our lounge.  They
started up.
   "He's still alive."
   "I see breathing."
   "Maybe just a light stroke."
   "Blood pressure looks fine, though."
   "That major woody will attest to it."
   "Get our names on your list...  "
   "For cross-cultural exchange."
   "We work together..."
   "Or singly."
   "Just like you guys."
   They were grinning up a storm.  Kate and I didn't hesitate.  "Better
watch out, girls."
   "He's from a *long* genetic line..."
   "Of Ceanns who did a lot of screwing."
   "*All* night and *all* day."
   "Just in the last couple days..."
   "We've got him up to eight times."
   "That's just during the night."
   "That's actual ejaculations..."
   "And he gives at least..."
   "Ten to one..."
   "Major league home runs..."
   "Not just little bunts in a pickup game."
   "Then he always tosses in several grand slams, too..."
   "Where you're forced out of the bodies."
   "Mind you, both of us are pretty out of condition right now..."
   "So we don't know what he's actually capable of."
   "He's been Ceann *many* times over the centuries."
   "He *really* likes the young stuff!"
   "And always performs above expectation."
   Their eyes were pretty big by now.  Hehehehe.  We talked a bit louder.
   "If he keeps looking..."
   "At our fannies,"
   "We're gonna jump his bones!"
   "Right here and now!"
   "Since that's against the rules of this pool party,"
   "Margie will chastise him severely..."
   "With those three..."
   "*Very* sharp teeth!"
   At least a dozen people had been watching and listening to the whole
thing.  They applauded us quietly while Sean had the good sense to slink
quietly away.
   We four girls had some major wet spots beneath us.  Fortunately, the
ones Janet and Bellana left on the blanket would dry quickly.
   Speaking of Margie, I _looked_ at the den; she, George, Don, Henry,
Mario, Patrick Derman and Valerie Hess were going at it with a vengeance.
They were using the whiteboard, had a stack of books and magazines they
were going through and were capturing their drawings on the whiteboard as
they went.
   They were using the whiteboard markers with _touches_; I could recognize
a few symbols now and then, but for the most part it was Greek to me -- and
I sure didn't read Greek!  Looks like we've got our own Skunk Works.
   Well, it kept Margie and George out of mischief.  Kate and I rinsed our
crotches off and went back into the pool for a while.
   Someone had put up a volleyball net near the back so we all had at least
one round of hitting the ball back and forth.  Rules?  No _touches_ on the
ball and no _touching_ the body up in the air.  _Linking_ is okay on the
same team only.
   On the other hand, we could tweak our body shields pretty much any way
needed.  Megan Foster made a long dive and slid her boobs along the grass
for several feet -- she'd hit the ball back into play, though.  There were
some remarks tossed her way about taking unfair advantage of her built-in
"emergency brakes."
   There are some disadvantages of being bisexual; Kate and I looked at
everyone!  We all sweated -- this was physical movement -- but not all the
moisture on my legs was from that.
   ------
   SEAN
   They caught me ogling all right.  Well, who wouldn't ogle two such
gorgeous fannies?  The give and take that followed was fun; they stretched
the truth a little though; I liked *all* ages!
   A lot of the previous Ceann memories had been settling in yesterday and
today.  Fortunately, I'd been a fairly good guy along the line so didn't
have too much to be ashamed of.
   The memories and background were always there, just as the understanding
of The Book was always readily available.  As the memories came flooding
back, I was able to put them into perspective as data, knowledge and
understanding.  (Data are facts; knowledge is integrated and aligned data
while understanding is that knowledge in action.  It's *applied*
knowledge.)
   So, lots of the "old" actions and customs didn't directly apply to the
modern culture or were simply outdated based on current knowledge or
technology.  On the other hand, I always knew immediately how and why they
had applied and possibly how to adapt some of them.  The "fertility rite"
with Mary had been like that -- besides being so much fun.
   Anyway, for whatever reason, Janet and Bellana seemed to keep a pretty
close eye on me the rest of the day.  Just because I leered and drooled at
them several times shouldn't have had anything to do with it -- did it?  I
did manage to sneak in a couple tidy-butt caresses though.  They'd squeal
and pretend to run away frantically.  Fun.
   Marge and George seemed to be getting along together pretty well.  Grin.
It didn't hurt they appeared to have around the same level of intelligence
(how do we measure IQ with a free spirit?  Can we?), response time and
sense of humor.  Betcha we'll be seeing a lot of George while Andy and
Patricia will be seeing a lot of Marge.  While she's still my best girl,
she's got an infinite amount of love to share.
   I mainly circulated around talking with the Reynolds gang, as did the
rest of the Clann Cullen.  Each was intelligent, witty and lots of fun.  We
exchanged a lot of what-do-you-do's, how-are-you-related's and that kind of
stuff.  I found we could do a very brief _blend_ just to get a taste of
each other.  Not a compatibility test, just a nice bypass of several hours
of routine chit-chat.  It was a gestalt of understanding each other.
   Interesting.  The Clann Cullen custom of the Ceann laying with the women
came about so he'd have an emotional attachment to them so he'd do the best
he could to ensure their (and their mates') survival.  Now, being able to
_join_ and do the quick _blend_ to get the gestalt, we immediately had a
relationship.
   Not a sexual relationship but a group/family relationship.  These were
now my friends, my colleagues and my group to whom I'd give any support
they needed at a moment's notice.
   Does that mean the "lay with" custom for *that* reason was obsolete? 
Hmm.  Something to discuss with the Bob and the rest of the crew.
   I noticed Bob and Kat spent extra time with all "my" Clann people too,
including my nieces and nephews.  They were probably doing exactly what I
was.
   I took a good look at the sound shield they'd put in place using the
live bushes as a basis.  One of those simple things after the fact!  We had
plenty of living things around OTL so keeping a "body" and sound shield up
as needed would be pretty simple as well as being a lot easier.
   Filter out pollutants?  Pollen?  Could be; another thing to go over. 
Did we actually *want* to live in a sterile environment?
   What the hell, it was party time right then.  We enjoyed the hell out of
the sunshine, the pool and stuffing our faces.  Plenty of grab-ass (and
other body parts), fun games and conversations.
   The ladies dragged me off around 7:00.  Eileen said, "We're so fuckin'
horny!  You'd better be rested up!"
   *They* were horny?  My nuts had been aching for hours already.  Being
constantly surrounded by delightfully-sexy unsuppressed females for seven
hours had caused quite a commotion with the Ceann's Shillelagh!
   Marge ported us back home (gotta learn that stuff!), and we got a final
shower.  We almost didn't make it out of the shower; having fun all day can
be physically tiring.
   We collapsed on my bed and snuggled up.  We decided it was nap time
before fun time so we let the bodies sleep while we _talked_ outside.
   Kate told us, _"I'm still not used to the nudity.  We're gonna have to
do that several more times at least!" Laugh._
   We agreed it was the way to go at OTL.
   Eileen said, _"They're really nice people, every one.  I feel we're all
part of them now and them us."_
   I told them about the gestalts I'd done and how they'd helped me
consider the Clann Reynolds folk to be part of me now.  Marge said,
_"Absolutely nothing wrong with that!  We're expanding into a wider range
of groups now.  We've got our four-person group here, the Core group which
might now include the nieces and nephews, the group of the four Clanns even
though we've met only two, then the wider group of 'ones of us' or
potentials we've not met yet.  Lots of overlap, but we're still part of
them so they're part of us."_
   Good observation and looked to be true.  Kate pointed out the Clann
Reynolds customs already supported other clanns, school faculties and
groups like that.  _"We'll probably do the same with Clann Cullen; the
young-uns have schools in Altadena -- maybe they'll start Brain Trusts and
Inner Circles like in Burbank."_
   I said, _"Bet Mona's already thinking along those lines.  We can give
her a delightful first time, but she'll have to make do on her own after
that.  Betcha she's gonna do some serious looking for someone to keep her
satisfied."_
   Kate said, _"Hell, I was addicted after our first night; she probably
will be too.  There's a lot of difference between fingers and toys and
having a real person there."_
   We briefly discussed how we were going to handle her Tuesday night. 
Eileen said she'd talk with Maura about any special things Mona liked such
as fairy tales.  Then we'd look at setting up the atmosphere for a fantasy
like Sean had done for Mary.  We tentatively decided for a one-on-one then
the rest of the mates would join us if she were interested -- or drag her
off on her own to drive her crazy!
   Eileen told us, _"I think I'll probably abstain from laying with many
men for another couple months.  Maybe after I'm safely pregnant again it'll
be okay.  On the other hand, John and Patrick were lookin' really good
today!  Kate, you may do whatever you wish, of course."_
   She said, _"Hmm.  I've gotta think on this.  Yeh, at least as a
provisional Ceann-Mate, I have the 'right' for honoring I guess.  I still
feel a bit, em, inexperienced though.  Once we solidify my status as in,
out, occasional or whatever, if I'm in, I'm more than willing to help share
the responsibilities -- I *like* loving and sex!"_
   Eileen told us about Ana's request we come by for training on DNA
tracing so we could do the STD testing.  We agreed it was an excellent idea
and put it on the must-do list for tomorrow.
   I told Marge, _"I noticed you and George didn't seem to be fighting too
much."_ We kidded her about it a little.
   She laughed and told us, _"We get along like gangbusters.  Our Quality
and Quantity are out the roof, and we don't appear to have any major
incompatibilities.  The short-term Viability is out the bottom, though. 
We're both physically dependant on our parents._
   _"I noticed the Wild Bunch, PVC, and the other 'minors' are in the same
situation to a great degree.  Though several of them could possibly
emancipate themselves, they see no reason to do so.  They've got income,
savings and are getting real life experience._
   _"George and I aren't even up to that level yet.  We have a tremendous
amount of love and want to spend a lot of time together, but our major
allegiances are to our current families.  I'm afraid I'll be sticking
around here for quite a while."_
   We agreed.  I told her, _"You know our work and family schedule.  We
don't own you at all, Princess.  As far as I'm concerned, spend as much
time with him as you wish.  We'll miss you each moment you're gone, but
he's welcome to spend time with us here, too."_
   She gave us all hard spirit-hugs and several _kisses_.  _"Thank you. 
You are my spiritual rocks, my foundations for life and loving."_
   We explored a little then decided our bodies had enough napping.  The
ladies tossed around words like "mink-fucking" and "monkey-sex," so I
figured they had something in mind.
   Kate said, _"I vote we try for ten times tonight!"_ I didn't bother to
vote.
   We popped back into our bodies and stirred them awake.  First on the
agenda was a thorough check out of Marge's "new" cuties.  Utterly
delicious. As I was putting some suction on a sweet tender nipple, I tasted
something very familiar.
   Marge told us, _"The left side has Irish whisky and the right has
Bailey's Irish Cream.  Why not?  There's plenty of room inside for several
good shots, it's easy to replenish, and I can put in anything we want;
maybe some Killian's Red beer?"_
   We agreed it was a splendid addition to her arsenal and thoroughly
checked them out.  She'd found a way to feed back the sensations to us so
it felt as if our own bodies were getting the same attention!  While I
don't have boobs, my nipples were somewhat sensitive and it felt just as if
I were doing myself!
   Of course Eileen and Kate were delirious about it.  With their sensitive
bosoms, they kept themselves coming for a good half hour -- and since we
were _sharing_ sensations, I got all the good stuff too.
   My ladies' bodies were so sweet and wonderful!  We suspended ourselves
in a cushy cloud -- if you touch from the inside, there was no pressure on
the skin, almost as if we were floating in water -- and loved up a storm.
   Oh, yeh.  They pulled eleven out of me.  Not a lot the last two times
but they proclaimed it sufficient.  The ratio was more five to one than ten
to one on home runs but we managed.  I got my second wind along towards the
end and drove in three grand slams in a row before they refused to wake up
for more.  Wusses!
   
  
Best Girl 11-15