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 Sorcerer: The Clann by BJohn
   Chapters 1 - 10 01/28/07
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   Author's Note: This is the second story of the Sorcerer.  If you've
started with this one, stop now and find "Sorcerer: The Inner Circle" on
SOL or ASSTR.  Otherwise you'll probably end up dazed and confused and
think the author's a real weirdo.
   Acknowledgements: Thank you to the many readers on SOL who gave me
constructive feedback and caught a lot of my typos.  Thank you to my
several editors and proofreaders for their sharp eyes.  Thank you to L. 
Ron Hubbard, whose philosophy forms the basis for many of the ideas you
find here.
By the way, you'll see the Irish using a lot of "em." That's the
equivalent of the American "uh."
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   Chapter 1
   EVIN DONOVAN (Tuesday 1/10)
   The doctor called around 2:00.  He told me, "Kathleen's awake and alert
but you'd best get over here."
   Needless to say, it was great news after six weeks.  My secretary
rescheduled an appointment and I headed to the hospital.
   The doctor met me outside Kathleen's private room where she'd been the
last five weeks.  "As I said, she's awake and alert.  So far as we can
tell, everything physical is fine -- brainwaves, pulse, respiration,
reflexes, everything.  She's a bit weak but six weeks in a coma does
physical things to anyone.
   "But she doesn't know who she is, any names of relatives, where she
lives, nothing.  She observed she was in a hospital but not which one; of
course, I wouldn't expect anyone to know *that* for sure.  I hope if she
sees you it might break through something."
   Ouch!  Well, awake is better than a coma.  Just as in a courtroom, I'd
have to handle things as they come up.  I told him, "Okay.  Let's do it."
He led me in.
   Kathleen sat propped up in the bed in the crappy hospital gown and hair
cap they insisted she wear.  She was looking around the room but as soon as
we walked in she focused directly on me.
   She ran her eyes up and down me and it felt as if she'd inspected my
soul back to the first time I'd gotten laid.  She looked at me directly and
stated firmly, "Uncail Evin."
   I couldn't help it; I shuddered as if the leprechauns had dug up my
grave and were dancing on my coffin.  Kathleen had *never* been this
much... *here,* much less use *any* Irish Gaelic.
   She flicked her eyes at the doctor then back at me.  I looked at him; he
shrugged, smiled happily and said, "Settles that!  I'll get on with my
rounds." He left us alone.
   Kathleen told me firmly, "Might as well pull up a chair and relax,
Uncail.  We've got some talking to do." Her voice was the same but the
accent and phrasing were different and it was...  controlled.
   I pulled a chair over next to the bed, sat and stared at her.  For a
lawyer to be without words (_"is priceless,"_ something seemed to say)
after 15 years of practice is ridiculous but I hadn't any idea of what to
say or where to begin.
   Kathleen gave me her slightly-crooked grin.  She told me in a
self-assured voice, "We'll either get along famously or we'll hate each
other's guts.  The decision will be yours eventually."
   She asked, "You're Evin Donovan, Esquire.  Now, who's this?" and tapped
herself on the chest.
   I told her immediately, "Kathleen Donovan." It seemed as if I had no
choice but to answer.
   "Okay name.  Middle name or names?"
   "Lillian."
   She grinned in amusement and looked at my hair and face.  "You're Irish.
You're my father's brother, so I'm Irish.  Right?"
   "Right."
   She laid her head back on the pillow and laughed.  Not the bimbo-laugh
I'd known for years but an honest, amused laugh.
   She giggled, "I can't get away from it, I guess." Not the silly-girl
giggle I was used to but a little chuckle.
   "Okay.  I know this is strange for both of us but it'll probably get
stranger.  First, I need a favor from you; you've got pen and paper?"
   A lawyer always has those; I handed them over.  She wrote several lines
on the pad and handed everything back to me.
   There was an 818 phone number with some other stuff.  It was Kathleen's
writing all right but it was stronger and surer where before every pen
stroke had been laborious.
   "The favor is to call and ask them to come see us." She looked around
and then up over her head at the clock on the wall above the head of the
bed.
   She said, "3:05.  Should be a good time for him.  Would you do it now,
please?" She looked at me as if there wasn't a doubt in the world I
wouldn't do it.
   First, Kathleen could barely read a clock, much less upside down. 
Second, she didn't whine or beg; she told me I was going to make the call
even if it had been phrased as a question.
   I gave up any pretense of understanding what was going on for now.  I
told her, "Yes, Miss," pulled out my cell phone and dialed.
   It answered on the third ring.  "Bob Reynolds.  Do I know an E. 
Donovan?" A good amount of the Irish accent.
   "No, Mr.  Reynolds, you probably don't know me.  I'm Evin Donovan, an
attorney.  I'm calling on behalf of my niece, Kathleen Donovan.  I don't
really expect you to know that name, either."
   He said, "The names are Irish but I don't specifically know either an
Evin or a Kathleen."
   Kathleen pointed at the paper.  Read it.
   "Kathleen asks you to come see us, says it's 'about Sunshine' and
requests, 'bring Sherry if possible.' I don't know if it's the drinking
sherry or a person."
   He said, "It's a person.  Where are you?"
   I gave him the name of the hospital and the address.
   He said, "Give me just a few seconds here."
   In about five seconds, he asked, "We can be there by 3:45.  Where should
we meet you?"
   I gave him directions to the waiting room on this floor.  He said,
"We're on the way."
   I put the phone away and turned back to Kathleen -- or whoever this
person was.
   She gave me a beautiful crooked smile which warmed me down to my
toenails and motioned me to come closer.  She put an arm around my neck,
pulled me down and gave me a firm hug and a kiss on the cheek.
   "I probably smell awful but thank you for calling, Uncail Evin.  Of
course you know by now I'm either not your niece Kathleen or I've undergone
a major sea change."
   I told her, "Yes, Miss.  It was obvious the first second I walked in
here.  I'll reserve judgment on which it is until I have more facts."
   "Ever the lawyer.  Good.  If you'll bear with me until Bob and Sherry
get here, I've got some questions."
   I told her, "I've waited for six weeks, another few minutes won't
matter."
   She put her hands on her stomach and pressed a little, moved her legs
and arms around a little, rolled her head around and shrugged her shoulders
hard.  The last movement caused an interesting redistribution of her
thoraxial assets beneath her very thin hospital gown.
   She grinned at me; she knew I'd watched.
   "Evin, you mentioned six weeks.  Kathleen doesn't seem pregnant, has all
her limbs and everything seems to be operational except for a twinge in an
ankle.  What happened to Kathleen Donovan that she's laying in a hospital
bed with her slightly-bewildered uncle looking at her?"
   "Six weeks ago, Kathleen was in an automobile accident.  She had minor
injuries and a slight concussion but was in a coma until about two hours
ago."
   "Hmm.  There's a living body here, so it was probably born, not built.
That means...  parents?"
   "I'm sorry, Kathleen, neither survived the accident.  To the best of my
knowledge, I'm your closest relative."
   "Thank you.  To be honest, since I don't seem to have any memory of
them, I can't express any sorrow or grief."
   "It's understandable."
   "So, Uncail, tell me about Kathleen Donovan.  I get the idea she wasn't
the brightest bulb on the marquee; not the full shilling."
   "Em, well, the Kathleen I knew had an IQ of 80.  On a very good day with
lots of food and rest."
   "So she was an airhead, thick as a brick."
   "A true bimbo."
   "Ouch.  I've known a few of those.  They're usually not *bad* people but
they're irritating at times."
   "Exactly.  From the time she was about 4 years old, she's been an
irritant to us.  A very beautiful irritant but she's constantly grated on
everyone's nerves.  Not retarded nor 'developmentally challenged' or
whatever is politically-correct, just..."
   "Dense?"
   "Pretty much."
   "Does this bimbo have a 'quare fella' who hangs around?  A strange
boyfriend?"
   I knew my distaste showed and didn't care.  "Sort of.  A Jim Phillips
took her out for about a month before the accident, was here once the first
week and hasn't shown up since."
   She laughed, "Sounds like a parent's dream date."
   "Not my dream, more of a nightmare."
   "Well, let's make a note, if we could, to let him know Kathleen is awake
and might possibly wish to see him.  We'll check him out and at least give
him a final chance.  Okay?"
   That's more than I would have given him.  I agreed.
   "How old are your children, Evin?"
   How did she know I had children?  "Alyssa is sixteen and Riona is
seventeen."
   "Hmm.  Did either Alyssa or Riona know Kathleen very well?"
   "Let's say they've known her almost all their lives but preferred to
keep their distance."
   "Yeh, it's probably not the best social statement in the world to hang
around with an airhead even if she's a relative.  I can understand it.  By
the way, Bob and Sherry should be in the waiting room in about three
minutes."
   She hadn't even glanced at the clock.  I told her we'd be back and went
out to the waiting room.
   I'd just gotten there when a young couple walked in.  He was Black Irish
with the jet-black hair, pale skin and plenty of freckles.  He was fairly
tall, about my height and strode like a proud lion.
   The lady didn't appear Irish, more Hispanic.  They had an attitude of
complete certainty in themselves I'd never seen in someone so young.  I
pegged them to be in their early to mid twenties.
   The man glided over to me, stuck out his hand and said, "Evin Donovan, I
presume.  I'm Bob Reynolds."
   We shook and I said, "That's right."
   "Great!  This is Sherry Stapley, a very good friend who is *not* my
girlfriend."
   She told me, "And not Irish, either.  Half-Spanish, half whatever-else,"
as she shook my hand.
   They looked at me and again I felt the leprechauns dancing on my casket.
Only this time, it felt as if they'd gone back to the time I'd said my
first words.  I shuddered again.
   Bob asked, "Tell us about Kathleen Donovan, please." Like Kathleen
before, it had the total certainty I would do it.
   I told them about the accident, her parent's deaths, her coma and her
request I call them.
   I told them, "Now, the strangest part is Kathleen has changed
dramatically.  Physically she's okay, just a bit weak.  Mentally, however,
she's...  stronger.  For example, the Kathleen I knew for eighteen years
couldn't read a clock but the Kathleen waiting for us in there not only
read the clock but it was on the wall behind her head and she just glanced
at it upside down and knew the time.  She told me almost to the second when
you'd be here.
   "She apparently has no memory of parents, home or anything else, yet
she's frightfully lucid and...  I guess the word I'd use is 'powerful.'"
   Neither seemed disbelieving.  Sherry said, "Well, let's go check her
out."
   I stuck my head in the door and told her, "Kathleen, Bob and Sherry are
here."
   She gave me another blazing smile.  "Thanks, Uncail Evin."
   I came in with Bob and Sherry behind me then got out of their way.
   Bob and Sherry looked at Kathleen and she looked back at them for about
three seconds.  They grinned insanely then Bob and Sherry pointed at
Kathleen with a Durante-like, "SUNSHINE!"
   Kathleen pumped both fists and shouted, "YES!  Righteous Bob!  The
Sherry!"
   Both were beside her in a flash.  I saw Bob and Kathleen exchange a
fierce hug and kiss I can only describe as the sweetest, most loving
exchange of affection I'd ever seen.
   Sherry and she hugged like long-lost friends and exchanged a fierce
kiss. Ya know, I was getting the idea these three had some bare
acquaintance with each other.
   Bob and Sherry finally stood up with each holding one of Kathleen's
hands.  All three leaked tears and smiled at each other for maybe five
seconds while I felt "stuff" going on between them then turned and looked
at me.
   Bob told me, "We need to talk."
   Bob pulled a couple chairs up for him and Sherry.  They sat down beside
Kathleen's bed so they were all facing me.
   Bob said, "C'mere till I tell ye a five-minute story."
   He told me, "My father's an empath.  He can _feel_ others' emotions,
attitudes and on occasion pick out an actual thought.
   "I inherited the ability, although we didn't talk about it." He and
Sherry were Seniors at McCambridge.  At the beginning of this school year,
he'd met the new kid, Natalie Shanahan.
   They _fell_ into each other, learned to love one another and also
learned how to _talk_ and _touch_ one another.
   He told me, "It's mental communication between the spirits who *are* the
persons.  With me it was a talent.  When I met Natalie, it became an
ability.  With practice, it came a 'remembering.' I came to love Natalie as
my Sunshine.
   "We learned to teach others how to do it and to remember what they had
lost."
   Sherry said, "We learned how to project and receive emotions, sensations
and thoughts.  We became telempaths."
   Bob told me, "We found others who could remember with a little help.  We
remembered, investigated and found out we were really *spirits*, not meat
and chemicals."
   Sherry added, "And we exist independently of our bodies.  We remembered
how to move around outside; to dance in the sunlight and chase each other
through the clouds."
   Bob continued, "We learned how to move out of our bodies *entirely.* The
body survives and simply appears to be in a very deep sleep, which
medically may appear to be a deep coma.
   "Remember the earthquake last week which collapsed the library archives?
Sherry's boyfriend George and Natalie were on a field trip there and their
bodies have been buried ever since beneath five stories of earthquake
debris."
   Sherry informed me, "We had a wake for them.  The major differences
between an Irish wake and this was both George and Sunshine came and
partied with us.  Remember, the spirit exists independently of the body."
   Bob said, "We discussed the next step for them.  We'd done field
research and found out 99.9% of the spirits whose bodies had died either go
find a baby body, pick it up, forget everything ever happening to them
before or they drift around afraid or confused for a *long* time.  Both
George and Sunshine decided to try the 0.1%: picking up another body but
keeping their memories intact.  Sunshine, tell Evin what you did."
   Sunshine said, "George and I came here to the maternity ward.  We looked
around for about a day then George told me, "That one!" He dived in and
picked up a baby.  As near as I could tell he is still aware of who he is.
Score one for the 0.1%.
   "I was reluctant to start over again, though I remembered I'd done so
many times before.  I'd say the main reasons were I'd lose Bob for so many
years and...  shit!  I'd gotten laid the first time not quite a month
before!  I wasn't *ready* to go another ten years at least before getting
laid again!
   "So I decided to look around some more and see if there might be some
options we hadn't found or thought of.  I wandered around the hospital for
several days and found this perfectly-fine young female body laying here
and *nobody home!* I mean the body was healthy, breathing, the whole bit
but no one was driving.  No spirit around.
   "Just like you might go into what you think is an empty house; you keep
calling, "Anyone home?" and inspect it all before you decide there *really*
is nobody home.  So, I decided to give it a shot and here we are talking
about it.
   "Evin, I figured I had a better chance of convincing you Kathleen
herself was gone and I was here if Bob and Sherry backed up my story with
some first-hand testimony.
   "I probably could have picked up enough about Kathleen from you to
convince pretty much anyone I *was* her but who wants to play very long at
being an airhead?"
   Bob told me, "So as I see it, Evin, you've got several choices unless
you can come up with more.  First choice is you can tell us to go to hell,
you won't work with us and you call in the psychiatrists.
   "In that case, Sherry and I walk out of here and Sunshine, you show him
what you would do."
   I saw Kathleen lean back against the pillow and go completely limp.  I
walked over to her, picked up her hand and looked at her.  She appeared now
to be exactly as I'd seen her for the past six weeks: in a deep coma.  Now
I knew it was a case of "nobody home."
   Sunshine: _"I go my merry way and try again.  Kathleen inexplicably
slips back into her coma and you, Evin, take the chance of a) Kathleen the
spirit coming back or b) another spirit trying what I did or c) this body
staying like this until someone finally decides to pull the plug somehow in
fifteen or twenty years._
   _"Evin, how did Kathleen face a challenge or a problem?"_
   I told them, "She did a flit like a rabbit with the Hounds of Hell after
her.  She was just intelligent enough to realize she couldn't figure out
how to handle things or even if there were a handling, could she do it?"
   Sunshine: _"Not to bad-mouth her but I think that's what happened.  With
a few injuries and a concussion, she wasn't willing or able to fight for
it. She probably squirted out of here like a watermelon seed in a distance
contest."_
Bob took over.  "Another option I see is you assisting our Sunshine in
assuming Kathleen's body; mainly, how to get her out of here without the
psychiatrists catching on.  If they do, Sunshine goes; she won't put up
with their crap.
   "Another option is she discharges herself.  She's eighteen and I'll take
her in and care for her.
   "I'll give a 99.99% probability Natalie's parents would take her in. 
They've got a free room and it's Sunshine the spirit they love, not the
body.
   "And if they won't or can't, I can name three other couples who know
Sunshine the spirit and will take her in, including my parents.
   "You've already got two daughters and a wife who knew Kathleen the
airhead and I don't think they would be willing, at least at first crack,
to take her.
   "Okay, Evin.  The choice is yours unless you can come up with another
alternative."
   Well, tough nut.  Was their story credible?  Here were three people? 
beings?  spirits?  all telling me the same story -- and I have the
experiential evidence to believe it.
   I looked over at Kathleen's body lying on the bed as it had for six
weeks.  I thought of the brilliant warm smile it had given me -- but it was
the spirit behind it who'd made it beautiful and warm.
   I put on my sleazy-lawyer hat and considered different ways and means
for various options and decided to present one.
   "Okay, how about a variation on several of the options?  First, without
even a hint of betraying client confidentiality, I'm the executor of the
Donovans' will.
   "Again, without being too specific, as long as Kathleen Donovan is in
*that* condition," I pointed to the comatose body on the bed.  "The will is
in limbo.  While it may not stay in limbo for fifteen or twenty years, it's
a pain in the legal butt.
   "If the body dies in that condition for almost any reason, I get a
little bit as Jarlath's brother but most of the estate goes to charities.
   "The legal identity of Kathleen Donovan lies in the body.  Her body has
the right appearance, fingerprints and hopefully will have close enough to
the same signature as Kathleen had six weeks ago.
   "If, by whatever chance, Kathleen the airhead recovers from her coma,
the will can be executed."
   Kathleen picked up her head, looked around puzzledly and asked in a
hesitant voice, "Uncle Evin, where am I?"
   "Or, if by whatever chance Kathleen Sunshine recovers from her coma, the
will can be executed."
   Kathleen gave me a warm smile.  "Uncail Evin, you're getting clever now,
aren't you?"
   "So, since I'm the executor and it would be a royal pain in the ass for
this will to stay in suspense much longer, I propose the following:
   "One, Kathleen the airhead recovers from her coma.  Her IQ's probably in
her medical records, so appearances should be maintained and no questions
will be asked.  Kathleen, I'm sorry to have to tell you this but your mommy
and daddy died.  They're not coming back, so you're all alone."
   Kathleen broke into harsh sobs and while tears streamed down her cheeks,
cried, "Mommy and Daddy left me!  Oh, please, tell me it isn't so!"
   A pretty credible performance.
   "Two, pursuant to medical opinion on her current physical state, she can
be discharged almost immediately.  She's 18, so legally there's no
guardianship or other crap to worry about; also there's no one else but me
who'd be interested in challenging her competence.
   "Three, I temporarily provide her an income for a living space and to
feed her pretty face.  There are plenty of clothes in storage from her
parent's house to provide her warmth.  I wouldn't recommend she stay at her
parents' house since we closed it up entirely a week ago.
   "Four, we agree on a place for her to live and regain her full physical
strength.
   "Five, we get her there.
   "Six, as executor, I commence action on the will.  I would expect it to
be mostly complete in less than a month; some items may take longer.  As
the will is executed, I would keep her informed of any interest she might
have in it.
   "Seven, once Kathleen Donovan is beyond the clutches of the psychiatric
and medical community, she may be airhead or Sunshine as she chooses.
   "Eight and this is non-negotiable, I retain the right to visit my
miraculously-recovered niece because shes tells such good jokes.
   Sunshine laughed, "And you like the way her boobs move too, right?"
   We laughed while I blushed a little bit.  "Don't get me wrong, a lot of
us loved Kathleen, we just didn't *like* her very much.  Down the line a
little ways, perhaps the Kathleen airhead might visit my family and bit by
bit turn into the Sunshine I've seen she can be.  My wife and daughters
will wonder and perhaps comment a bit about the positive change in her but
who cares?"
   Stuff went between them for a second then they said, "Agreed," with
wonderful smiles.
   Chapter 2
   EVIN (Tuesday 1/10)
   Sunshine told them, "Okay, guys!  Let's check out the new duds!  I've
haven't seen a mirror in this place and I want an objective viewpoint of
what I'll be driving around for the next 80 or so years."
   Sherry spoke to me, "Evin, if you get embarrassed by female flesh, you
might leave or take a nap.  We're gonna do an inspection."
   Bob grinned.  "He'll probably want to stay; it may be his last chance to
see Kathleen in this condition."
   Sunshine said, "I bet my nipples pop up!"
   I told them, "Okay, so I'm a dirty old man with a salacious eye for my
niece.  Prove it in court!"
   Bob and Sherry each took a side of the bed and looked at Kathleen's
face.
   Bob noted, "Fish-belly skin.  Must be Irish."
   Sherry observed, "Freckles." She peered down Kathleen's gown.  "They go
all the way down.  Must be Irish."
   They reached under the hospital hair cap, pulled out some hair and waved
it in front of Kathleen's eyes.  "Red hair!  *Is* Irish!"
   Bob grinned at Kathleen.  "You just couldn't stay away from Irish,
Sunshine?"
   Sunshine laughed at him.  "I fell in love with you, didn't I?"
   Sherry said, "This hair needs some extreme measures.  Looks as if even
the cat wouldn't drag it in.  Maybe as far as shave it down and start
over." She looked worried.
   Bob and Sherry both shrugged as if it were something they could live
with.
   They peered at her eyes.  "Oh my God!  She's got pupils!  And green
irises!  Aahh!"
   Bob ran his hand over the top and back of her head.  "Might have had a
concussion but there aren't any cracks.  That's a goodness."
   Sherry pried her mouth open.  "Teeth.  Well, *some* of them are still
there.  Some fillings.  But it smells like the dog shit in there and the
cat couldn't cover it up.  Honey, you've got to change your hygiene
habits."
   Bob and Sherry each ran a hand down an arm.  "Old wrist fracture here;
seems okay now."
   Kathleen waved the subject wrist around and said, "Doesn't seem to limit
movement."
   Sherry told us, "Old break in the forearm, healed straight."
   Bob and Sherry agreed.  "No muscles to speak of; bad muscle tone." They
shrugged again.
   Kathleen reached behind her neck, untied her gown and pulled it off her
arms down to her waist.  Her breasts popped up off her chest; they were
plump and white with freckles and topped with neat pink nipples.
   Bob told her in amazement, "You've got breasts, Kathleen! 
Congratulations!"
   Kathleen grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed while Bob and Sherry
poked fingers at them.  Sherry muttered, "Well, at least they're not
completely falling into your armpits."
   Bob flicked his fingertips across her nipples; they popped up
immediately.
   Sherry said, "Good response.  One part works."
   Bob dipped his head and gave each nipple a quick suck.  Kathleen
shivered all over and said, "Good connection; it's a pass."
   Bob and Sherry agreed, "They'll *probably* do okay."
   They inspected her ribs and poked at her stomach while they commented.
   "Skinny."
   "This rib was broken within the last year.  Looks healed."
   "Flabby tummy, no muscles, no tone.  Let's drag those legs out here,
honey."
   They efficiently pulled the top of her gown up, fed her arms through the
holes and tied it up.  They turned down the covers and pulled her legs out
on top.
   "Skinny again."
   "No muscles.  Flabby.  Very old to recent scars all over her shins and
knees."
   Kathleen asked me, "Evin, Kathleen was an airhead.  Was she also..."
   I told them, "Yeh, she was a klutz, too.  Always falling down, running
into things."
   Kathleen grinned, "Maybe her tits kept pulling her over."
   Bob said, "This ankle was broken recently; looks as if it's still
healing."
   I told them, "From the accident.  They took the cast off two days ago."
   Kathleen moved the ankle around.  "A few twinges but not bad."
   Sherry told him, "Bob, looks like you've got carrier duty; she can't
walk on it too much."
   Bob agreed.  "And she can't run from me, either!"
   Kathleen leered at him.  "Who would want to run from you?  Now what do
we have under here?"
   She pulled the bottom of her gown up and they stared.
   "A diaper?" They looked at me.
   I shrugged.  "Don't ask me, I never looked under there."
   Kathleen said, "Betcha wanted too, though!"
   She opened the "sticky tabs" on each hip then Bob and Sherry peeled the
diaper down.  All three gasped in horror!
   "Evin, you'd better get over here."
   I went up to the bed and looked.  I'd never seen so much hair on a
woman's privates!  It was a foot wide at her navel and a dense red forest
down and between her legs.
   Bob said, "That's Down Under all right!"
   Sherry commented, "Bush cuntry.  Double pun intended."
   Kathleen told Bob, "You'd need a native guide to navigate in there. 
Bob, you'd better have your rifle cocked before we go in."
   Bob eyed her steadily.  "My rifle is *always* cocked when I'm around
you, Sunshine."
   Sherry and Sunshine put the backs of their hands to their foreheads. 
"Swoon."
   Bob looked at the two of them.  "Okay, who investigates?"
   Sherry and Kathleen said together, "Not me!  *You*'re elected!"
   Bob sighed.  "I always get the crap jobs." He gingerly reached down into
the mass of hair, poked around a moment then wiggled his hand.
   Kathleen's eyes got big; she arched her back and moaned, "That works! 
Pass!"
   Bob reached in a little deeper and twisted his hand around.  Kathleen
jumped and squeaked.  Bob pulled his hand out and eyed one finger
dubiously; it was damp.
   He gingerly sniffed it and winced.  Sherry and Kathleen shuddered.  He
grinned at them and stuffed it in his mouth!
   Sherry and Kathleen cringed.  "Eww!  Gross!  Yeech!"
   Bob said, "Well it remotely resembles the right smell and has some hint
of the right taste.  At least part of the front side is operational."
   Kathleen looked down and asked, "Is that a catheter?"
   Sherry traced the tube down to a bag beside the bed.  "I'd say so.  That
stuff looks like it would eat through the porcelain in a toilet bowl."
   Sunshine said, "Let's see if it works," and tightened her stomach.  The
liquid in the tube moved.  "Yep!  Definitely a catheter.  Let's check out
the back side."
   Bob and Sherry said loudly, "NO WAY!"
   I commented, "She's been on a totally liquid diet the last month, so
there's probably nothing much in there."
   Sherry ran her hand over Kathleen's stomach.  "That's right.  I don't
think you've been this empty since the time you got the runs from eating
dog shit.  By the way, Evin brought that up, not me."
   Three sets of eyes silently accused me of unprofessional conduct. 
"Maybe *that's* why her breath smells," I offered.  They groaned.
   Bob gingerly ran his hand down behind her hip and squeezed her butt. 
"Flabby."
   Bob and Sherry replaced and restrapped the diaper, put her gown and the
covers back in place, folded her hands on her stomach and stepped back.
   They stared grimly at her.
   Kathleen looked miserable.  "Did I fuck up, guys?  Should I have given
this one a pass?" she asked.
   Sherry said, "Sunshine..." then stopped and looked miserable herself.
   Bob had his turn.  "Sweetheart...  Sunshine, you know how much I love
you, don't you?  Please, please don't take this the wrong way.  But... 
you..."
   Sherry said, "are going to be..."
   Bob and Sherry told her together, "YUMMY!  You picked great!" They
pumped their fists.  "YES!"
   Kathleen glared at them.  "You SHITS!  You had me scared to death I'd
have to start over!  I don't care if it takes me years but I'm gonna get
you both back sooo bad!" She laughed with them.
   Bob told her, "Sunshine, a little cleanup, a bit of exercise, quite a
few dinners at the Black Angus and you'll have it in perfect shape! 
Welcome back!"
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Wednesday 1/11)
   The orderly rolled me to the hospital GYN, a woman around 40.  I warned
her before we got started, "You'd better have a safety line on before you
get in there; it's pretty grim."
   She laughed, "I won't say I've seen it all but I've seen a lot.  Let's
see what we've got."
   After we looked at the jungle, she said, "Yep, it's grim all right.  You
gonna leave it?"
   "Not if I can help it.  Maybe I could get a medical opinion saying most
of it needs to come off for hygienic reasons.  After all, I *am* an
airhead; it probably says so in my records."
   "Honey, you're the farthest thing from an airhead I've run into in a
long time.  I'm going to make a strong recommendation for a major trim job.
Now, let's see what you look like."
   Feet up in the stirrups.  Cold!  I twitched and shuddered when she stuck
in the speculum and opened me up.  A few pokes, prods and peeks later she
said I was in fine condition.
   I asked, "Any hymen there?"
   "No, your records show we had it all taken off five years ago so it
wouldn't hinder your menstrual flow."
   "Great!  I've got a boyfriend who'll appreciate it as much as I will."
   We measured, poked, fit and I ended up rolling out with a diaphragm in
place with a prescription for pills.
   Later in the afternoon, a nurse came in and told me she had an order to
trim me up.
   "All right!  But be prepared for a battle!"
   We cracked jokes about natural disasters and untamed jungles, giggled a
lot and I gasped and drooled pussy juice.
   I got on my knees with my ass in the air so she could get everything in
the crack; it was heavy all the way up to the waist in back!  I bet my ass
I could hold still because she was using a straight razor!
   We left a big patch of fluff below the bikini line; it was easier to
make it shorter later than to stretch it longer.  Anyway, I'd heard it was
sacrilegious for redheads to shave completely.
   Around my pussy, we shaved the long coarse stuff off my legs (it was
running down them more than an inch!) and the flat spots between the thighs
and the outer labia.  There was heavy red down on the labia themselves so
we decided to leave it for now although we plucked out a few wild hairs. 
Looked good to me!  Nice picture frame -- see what Bob thinks.
   She recommended an Internet web site to get hair remover.  It would last
a long time and eventually I'd be able to get along without it.
   We finished it off with some lotion, leaving me hot and bothered.  I
handled it during the night -- damn, my new clitty seemed huge!  And *very*
sensitive.  I didn't think I produced as much pussy juice as Natalie but I
was sure it'd be sufficient.
   ------
   (Thursday 1/12)
   Evin was there when Jim Phillips showed up.  I played the full airhead
role and _pumped_ him about his relationship with Kathleen.
   He was a slimy sleaze and just having him in the same room made Evin and
me feel grimy.
   I played around at being an airhead.  One neat thing I found Kathleen
could do was keep one eye focused on someone then other eye could go
wandering around.
   Looking through Evin's eyes, it really looked weird, especially with a
slack jaw and a bit of drool.
   He lasted maybe ten minutes before hauling his ass out of there.  I'd
been assisting his departure for the last five minutes by putting a bit of
pressure on his bladder and rectum, plus a nauseous sensation in his
stomach.  Couldn't have happened to a better guy.  Wanker!
   After he slithered out, I looked at Evin.  "He fucked Kathleen -- twice.
Once might have been a target of opportunity but twice?  In *that* jungle?
Who's the airhead?
   "Hell, Kathleen just laid there and looked at him -- she probably didn't
know what was going on.  Anyway, I'm going to douche at least ten times to
make sure he's washed out.  Hopefully there aren't any more like him
around; the first week Kathleen was in here, he found himself another bimbo
and has been screwing her ever since.
   "You know if she had any other friends we should look up and handle?"
   He told me, "I'll ask around.  I kept a log of people who called asking
about you and I'll have my daughters spread the word to call me if anyone
wants to see you.
   "For the moment, I'll discourage my family from visiting you here --
I'll set something up after we get you out of here."
   The doctor okayed some physical therapy so I got to go to a gym and do
some exercises.  They had a swimming pool; Natalie had been a good swimmer,
so I started grooving in Kathleen's body and muscles to be able to get
around in the water.
   I slept well that night.  I was sore all over except for my pussy and
asshole.  Good!  It meant I was working the muscles.  I didn't like the way
my boobs sagged; they weren't bad, just needed some toning and perking up.
   At night, Bob would pop over, sometimes with Sherry and we'd go
moonlight bathing, thermal soaring and exploring.  We kept a real low
profile.  We didn't want to run into any of the rest of the Inner Circle;
we wanted all this to be a surprise.
   Bob, his father and Papa Sonora were working their butts off doing
repairs from the earthquake.  Just about everyone had some cracks, a broken
window, or some other simple job they needed done.  He told me, _"Get out
of there fast, Sunshine.  I need my favorite Apprentice badly.  And not
just for doing construction work, either."_
   Bob and I didn't do any remote sex, either.  We wanted to do it
in-person the first several times.  I found out the bidet in the bathroom
had a pretty powerful water fountain, though!
   One of the therapy pools had some water jets which had some great
effects when I directed them at my new clit -- it took about five minutes
to get up to an orgasm.  I did that as much as I could; those muscles need
toning up too, after all!
   ------
   (Friday 1/13)
   Evin and I had an attorney-client session the first thing Friday
morning. We went over the Donovans' wills.
   He told me, "Basically, Kathleen, everything goes to you.  There's a few
minor bequeaths to some charitable groups but they really are minor.
   "Between them, your parents owned 75% of the shares in J.R.  Donovan,
Inc.  Those shares are now yours, which of course gives you voting control
of the company.
   "Since Kathleen was an airhead, they left it to the Executor's
discretion how to handle things.  If you'd turned out to be Kathleen
airhead, I probably would have set up a very tight trust fund of some sort.
   "However, we've got quite a different situation now, where you're of
legal age and we know you're competent.  I may recommend several actions
but you'll be in much more control."
   I said, "Okay, Evin.  Now, how much do I concern myself with?  You
mentioned a house once."
   "Yes, there's a house which belongs to a sub-company of J.R.  Donovan.
Your parents used it as their home."
   "So we have to do anything with it?"
   "Well as the majority owner of the parent company, you could do most
anything you wish.  Sell it, lease it, live in it, demolish it, whatever."
   "What would *you* recommend?"
   "Leave it running the way it is.  We'll spread the word down the line
you're not interested in it and the leasing sub-company will do whatever
works best."
   "Okay, let's do it that way.  As majority stockholder, what do I have to
do?"
   "You don't *have* to do anything.  But your parents were active and
pretty much gave directions.  My wife and I are owners, too; I'm the
corporate attorney and she's the Office Manager.  Between us, we hold the
other 25%."
   "It *is* tightly-held.  How much does the company own?"
   "Oh, maybe 125 or 200K in furniture, computers, office equipment and
supplies.  There's liquid assets, too."
   "Okay.  What did my parents actually *do* for a living?"
   "Well, your father was a lawyer for about 10 years then for the last 15
years, they simply ran J.R.  Donovan."
   "Maybe I'm not asking the right questions here.  What does J.R.  Donovan
do?"
   "It's basically a holding company of twenty-eight sub-companies -- with
J.R.  Donovan either owning them outright or owning controlling interests."
   "Is this a situation of 'own nothing but control everything'?"
   "Kathleen, you're pretty good for an airhead.  Exactly the idea. 
Totally legal the way we have it set up and in this case, nauseously
efficient."
   "Okay, Evin.  Now how do I get outta here?  I'd like to see Natalie's
parents and my gang but so far as I can tell, I'm broke and don't even have
cab fare.  How about a little loan, Uncail?"
   "Em, I don't think it'll be needed.  There are some funds available."
   "Talk!"
   "Your parent's personal bank accounts -- which are now yours -- have
about 100K each.  They had life insurance polices for a million dollars --
each -- which came to you tax-free and are sitting in a trust account."
   "Jaysus and the Romans, too!  Where did they get all that?  Were they
part of the Mob or something?"
   "They were both lawyers.  Very good lawyers.  And good at running JRD."
   "Be Jaysus!  So you're probably wealthy, too."
   "We make do."
   "You're the Executor.  I know you're my father's brother but how do you
get paid to do all this other stuff?"
   "Some goes at my family-and-friends rate but I actually spend most of my
time plotting and planning for J.R.  Donovan and the sub-companies anyway.
My main function as the Executor is to track down all the assets and get
them into your control; that's all pro bono."
   "Right.  So, what do I have to do now, next week, next month and so
forth?  Do I have to get involved in managing these sub-companies?"
   "Not really.  Like me, your folks were lazy.  We hired managers, CEOs or
management companies to do the micro-work while we just made some general
policy decisions.  It's probably what you would end up doing once you get
the control."
   "And you'll be around to help out?"
   "Do you want me to help?"
   "You betcha!"
   "Then I'll work at it."
   He got a long hug and kiss for that.  I was nice to him though, I rubbed
my new boobs on him only twice.
   "Let's not tell Bob right now.  I want to spring it on him later."
   "It's your choice.  I can't since you're my client, unless you instruct
me to do so.
   "I'll order some new checks on the checking accounts, a debit card, all
that stuff, so you have access to some pocket money.  You're already a
signatory on them so you just take over."
   I told him, "Yes, please do.  It wouldn't be pleasant being a
multi-millionaire and not be able to go to In and Out Burger!"
   He gave me twenty dollars in fives.  "Don't need much cash in here but
having none is no fun.  I'll have some pocket money for you the minute
you're discharged."
   The rest of Friday and the weekend, I spent doing as much physical
therapy (read: working my ass off exercising) as they'd let me get away
with.  I found I could walk okay with the ankle but not for long distances
and they told me, "NO RUNNING!"
   I played it pretty cool with the doctor.  I didn't play too dumb or too
smart (I hope).  He kept thinking, _"Very nice.  Excellent recovery.  Maybe
all she needed after all was a good rest."_
   He told me unless something drastic happened, I'd be out of there Monday
afternoon.  Yes!
   I did more exercising in the pool; as much as they'd let me.  When I got
back in bed, I did isometrics for a while.
   Friday evening when Bob popped by (outside), I told him about Monday. 
He said, _"Great!  How about we try to put something over on the gang in
the evening."_
   I told him, _"Sounds like a *very* interesting idea.  I'm sure Sherry
and Evin will help us out."_
   _"Good.  I'll start the wheels turning with Sherry.  By the way,
McCambridge had a memorial service for the students this afternoon."_
   _"Oh, my.  Too bad I was here.  I coulda pulled a Tom Sawyer and have
gone to my own funeral.  Was it okay?"_
   _"It was nicely-done.  The main problem was that Sherry and I had to
keep from laughing every once in a while since we knew our Sunshine was
here and you knew where George ended up.  Besides, we didn't want to tip
our hand with the Inner Circle._
   _"The Unpleasantville stuff is going great.  The Grand Jury indicted
every one of the cruds in just a few minutes.  Anywhere from rape to murder
with special circumstances!  Sweet!  Somehow, most of their finances seem
to be frozen, so all they've got are Public Defenders and most of them are
fresh from law school._
   _"Of course, the first thing the Defenders did was ask for a
postponement so they could get familiar with the evidence and the defenses.
The judge wasn't particularly interested and gave them a week.  Should be
interesting."_
   I popped outside and we went sailing around Catalina Island.  We
discussed various plots and evil machinations about the best joke we could
pull on the rest of the Inner Circle gang.  We dove in the water and played
with some whales and dolphins for a while then went back "home." Bob had a
full day's worth of gigs Saturday, so we reluctantly went our separate
ways.
   I did Kegel exercises against my fingers for an hour or so with five
very nice side-effects.  Gotta get *those* muscles ready!  Dayum Miss
Clitty feels good when she's wet!  Can't wait for Bob to get his mouth on
her!
   Saturday, Evin brought in a debit/check/Visa card with my name on it and
a PIN.  Seems one of the sub-companies is a bank and we have a *lot* of
clout with them.  They were having the checks printed on rush, so I'd have
some next week.
   He gave me Kathleen's purse.  There was $10 cash, a bit of make up and a
state ID card along with other assorted feminine junk.  I guessed I was
legal then; I had a plastic card that had my picture and name on it.
   I looked at her signature and tried it out.  Seems the muscle memory
worked fine for signing.
   He brought me a copy of my birth certificate, too.  He told me, "Now you
can prove you were born."
   He handed me a DMV driver's manual.  "Take fifteen minutes or so to suck
it down.  I've scheduled a written and driving test next Tuesday for you
and there's a company 'banger', an old car, getting serviced for you."
   For all that, he got another hug, kiss and a nice rub with the new
boobies.
   Sunday he brought in some of Kathleen's clothes so I'd have something to
walk out in on Monday.  They could have been a lot worse, style-wise and
they fit okay.  Gazing into my crystal ball, I saw shopping on the horizon!
   ------
   BOB (Monday 1/16)
   About 4:00, Evin let me know Kathleen was ready to be discharged so
Sherry and I set our evil plot into motion.  I asked Mother and Father if
they could come over to study at 7:00 and Sherry passed the word to Henry,
Janet and Lucia to ensure their parental units could come.  She passed the
word to the entire Inner Circle to be there on time for some important
stuff.
   By 4:30 we'd gotten positive RSVPs from everyone.  Part 1 was complete,
so I _called_ Ana.
   _"Ana, it's Bob.  You got a few minutes?"_
   _"Sure.  I'm just going through my weekly contortions trying to paint my
toenails."_
   _"Hmm.  Need some help contorting?"_ I _sent_ her an image of a certain
Kamasutra position with our faces amateurishly pasted on.
   _"Nasty boy!  One of these days *very* soon I'll call you on one of
those and you'll have to put up or shut up.  I think you owe me at least
one good Sorcerer's Grip session for feeding you so much."_
   _"I'm always willing to 'put up' to the Lead MILF!  Anyway, I'd like to
ask a favor.  I've got a remote cousin who was in an accident several weeks
ago and is just getting out of the hospital.  She needs a place to stay for
a couple nights and I was hoping you'd let her stay in Natalie's room."_
   _"Shouldn't be a problem.  How old is she?"_
   _"Eighteen."_
   _"Well, I won't have to babysit her then."_
   _"Em..."_
   _"Okay, Bob, what's the catch?" Sigh._
   _"Well, she's kinda the skeleton in the closet.  While she *is*
eighteen, she's got an IQ of 80 at the most -- on a *very* good day.  She's
a perfect example of 'airhead.'"_
   _"She'll need a 24/7 watch then."_
   _"I'll help out and I'm sure Mother and Father will, too.  We'd take her
over at our place but we're doing renos and there are absolutely no extra
places except the back yard.  I'm afraid if we put her out there, she'd eat
all the chair cushions and crap all over the grass...  or maybe the other
way around."_
   _"Okay.  I've done it before."_
   _"You *are* a sweetheart, Ana and one day I'll make out...  I mean, make
it up to you."_
   _"Devil!"_
   _"Yeh!  And you love it!  We'll bring her over after 6:30; I hope we can
keep her somewhat behaved during study."_
   _"Okay, Sorcerer.  See ya'all then."_
   Part 2 complete!
   Chapter 3
   BOB (Monday 1/16)
   We arrived just after 6:45.  Most everyone comes in during the
fifteen-minute period before 7:00, so there would be plenty of action to
keep things stirred up.
   Claiming her ankle was still a bit weak, I carried Kathleen up to the
front door.  With Evin right behind us, Kathleen did her final primping and
mental adjustments.  Show time!
   I pulled open the front door and called in, "Ana, it's Bob and company."
   She called back, "Come on in, folks."
   We came in.  We _felt_ Ana _inspect_ Kathleen but what she got was our
cover story -- not very bright but nice, just got out of the hospital;
Uncle Evin was really nice, but Cousin Bob made her heart go pitter-patter,
her boobs get all tingly and her cunny feel funny.  Sunshine didn't have a
firewall up, just damn good control.
   _"Bob, how long have you known her."_
   _"I met her a couple days ago.  Why?"_
   _"She's got the hots for you already!"_
   _"And what should I do about it?  Spank her?"_
   _"Argh!  Be nice to her."_
   _"Ana, when have you known me *not* to be nice to someone?"_
   _"Let's see...  Akron?  Unpleasantville?"_
   _"Hey, we're talking *ladies* here.  I'd say she's exactly what you
think she is.  I picked up pretty much the same and I'm trying to play it
really cool."_
   I introduced Evin to Ana.  He almost kissed her hand and she blushed a
little bit.  He was putting out his cover story: lawyer, uncle, concerned
about Kathleen and a nice guy (for a lawyer).
   We got Kathleen situated in a comfortable chair; _Displaying_ her cover
story, she sat there looking around a bit vaguely.  Geeser immediately
claimed her lap and purred loudly while giving his furniture-with-fur
impression.
   As the gang came in, I told them, _"I'll introduce her later."_ Each
would _inspect_ her, get the cover story and toss me some comment about a
new conquest or something.
   I just said, _"I'm innocent.  I had nothing to do with it.  She's just
got a little crush right now, and it'll pass."_
   After Mother and Father came in and got her cover story, I told them on
a VPN, _"Play along with me tonight.  All will be explained."_
   Perfect timing; everyone was in by 7:00.  I introduced Kathleen,
"Everyone, this is Kathleen Donovan.  She's a distant cousin, just got out
of the hospital and is going to stay with Ana and Don for a few days.  This
handsome devil is Evin Donovan, her uncle."
   They looked at Kathleen, who was thinking, _"Wow those guys are CUTE! 
That big one with the gold hair -- I wanna have my fingers in it!  And all
those *pretty* ladies!  I wanna hug 'em all!  Such *nice* boobies!"_
   On the other hand, _"Listen up guys.  As you've probably found out,
Kathleen's a sweet kid but not too bright -- and she's a bit of a klutz. 
Watch yourselves around her and try to treat her nice.  She lost both her
parents in an auto accident six weeks ago and just got out of the hospital
herself today.  Evin's a lawyer but he's really an okay guy despite that.
I've got some other stuff for you about 7:30 I think you'll find
interesting."_
   They agreed to be nice to her.  It didn't hurt she'd laid all her
innocent admiration on them.
   Kathleen "helped" get drinks and snacks out.  She spilled a small bowl
of chips over Sherry, splashed ice water on my crotch, dribbled soda on
Steve and did an assortment of other klutzy things including falling over
her own feet a few times.
   The gang treated her really nice and kept thanking her, complementing
her and pushing her up.  They quickly learned to keep a close eye on her
when she was around as they could get wet, get stepped on or be involved
some other "accident."
   Every time she was out of my line of sight, she gazed adoringly at me,
breathed a little faster, perked up her nipples harder and wet down her
pussy a little more.  The rest of the gang ate it up!  They kept throwing
comments at me which I had to fend off by pleading innocent.
   She tried to flirt with Steven, too.  She rubbed up against him, batted
her eyes, did all those little flirty things girls could do but with just
that right touch of gauche showing how "challenged" she was.
   Lucia was eating it up.  _"Steven, be *nice* to her.  Maybe she'd like
to go on a walk around the block with you -- there's a couple nice dark
spots right around the corner.  Or maybe the back yard right here!  Looks
like her boobs are attracted to you -- they keep pointing at you."_
   It didn't hurt that Kathleen had the three top buttons on her blouse
open and kept giving everyone shots at her lacy bra and a couple very-nice
inches of creamy, beautifully-freckled cleavage.  She smelled divine!  She
was also flooding the room with arousal pheromones and scent no one could
miss.
   Father and Evin had a quiet discussion on how closely the Donovans were
related to us.  Evin's daughters and Kathleen, they decided, were probably
six or seven generations distant from us if we were related at all.
   Kathleen asked me, just loud enough so everyone could hear, "Cousin Bob,
with all these smart people here, could you explain something Riona and
Alyssa told me?  They're Uncle Evin's daughters and pretty nice, but they
wouldn't tell me what it meant, they just laughed."
   I replied, "I'll do my best; what is it?"
   "'Incest is all right, as long as you keep it in the family.' What were
they talking about?"
   The most polite comment from the gang was on the order of, _"She'll need
some *private* tutoring on that, Bob -- maybe you should start tonight!"_
   I managed to get red (tightened my neck muscles for a few seconds),
stutter something and finally told her, "Kathleen, Uncle Evin is actually
the best person to do that.  Since he's a lawyer, he's had a *lot* more
experience with that than me."
   Evin turned red, took Kathleen into the living room and talked with her
quietly.  Everyone _eavesdropped_ and got a fairly sanitary explanation of
sex between related people.  As part of it, he told her that after so much
distance between generations, no one really worried about it.
   He told her they were closely related, but even though they called me
"Cousin Bob," we were so far apart we could barely be called cousins.
   Kathleen said excitedly so everyone could plainly hear, "Oh then I could
do all that sex stuff they told me about with Bob, and no one would care!"
   Evin tried to tell her that people would care only that she wouldn't be
hurt and started into some mumbo-jumbo that no one listened to because they
were all tormenting me.
   _"Bob, make sure you tutor her on the 'sex stuff.'"_
   _"She's really a kissing cousin, Bob, so go for it!"_
   I pushed my chair back just as Kathleen and Evin came back in.  She
focused right in on me, straddled my lap and pushed her rock-hard nipples
into my chest while she quivered all over and flooded out pheromones and
scent.  The back of her short skirt rode up so everyone got a good look at
her beautiful butt in (god-awful shade) orange panties and at the big wet
spot on the crotch.
   She wrapped her arms around me, nuzzled my neck and whispered in my ear
(of course, everyone was _listening_ to her), "Bob, can we do sex stuff? 
Please, pretty please." She put out, _"He's so YUMMY!  My boobies are so
*hot* and my cunny is so *wet* and it's *shaking*!"_ She was sending out
images of kissing, hugging and my hand on her back making her swoon. 
Perfect projection of a very interested, very naive virgin!
   Little Bob popped up and shouted, "Yes!  Yes!" No secrets from this
group!
   Ana: _"I see you're rising to the occasion, Sorcerer.  You'd better
start thinking up some spells."_
Mother: _"Good thing she's not staying with us or you'd have a midnight
visitor."_
I think everyone got in at least one little dig at me.  I hugged
Kathleen back very lightly and she almost fainted.  I told her, "We'll have
to talk about that later, Kathleen."
   She put out, _"Ooo!  Now!  I feel so *hot* and so *good*!  He's so
*nice*!"_
   She "whispered" loudly, "Cousin Bob, would you call me by that special
name that makes me all weak and shaky?"
   "Okay but we need to stop doing this right now and do something else." I
unwound her from my neck, got her off my lap and we stood up.
   We snuggled up against each other and shared a wonderful warm kiss and
hug.  I sang to her, "You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine.  You make me
happy when skies are gray."
   All elements of Kathleen the airhead vanished and Kathleen Sunshine
stood before them with her warm, lovely smile.  She popped out of her body
and shouted, "HI, GUYS!  This time I *could* bring my own body!"
   Sherry, Evin and I danced around with fist-pumps, shouting, "Yes! 
*Yes*! YES!"
   Ana seemed the first to grasp it.  "Natalie?  -- I mean, Sunshine?"
   "Hi, Ana!  I'm supposed to be a big girl now but I still missed your
love while I was away."
   Spirit-hugs and _kisses_ all around!  Butt-bounces!  Celebrations and
congratulations!
   After a couple minutes, Sunshine told them, "Sorry, guys but I have to
sit down.  The ankle was broken in the accident, and the cast came off only
a week ago -- it's still a bit tender."
   "What happened?" "How did you end up with Kathleen?" "Where's George?"
   Sunshine said loudly, "Okay folks, a quick rundown.  We were correct in
our research but didn't cover quite all the bases.  George did pick up a
baby -- but still remembered who he is!  I tucked the name away, so in
about five or six years we might look each other up.
   "All those switching-bodies fun and games are actually the real thing. I
wasn't quite ready to start all over again as a baby, so I looked around
some more.
   "You ever go through some of the ritzy neighborhoods and see stuff on
the curb with a 'take me' sign?  Perfectly good stuff, sometimes even new.
   "Well, I found this young female body belonging to Sherlock Holmes'
sister, Nobody.  Kathleen Donovan did a bunk after the accident and left
behind a perfectly good body.  A few weeks of healing and voila!  A perfect
walk-in!
   "By the way, Uncle Evin *is* Kathleen's uncle and he's helped us out
tremendously.  As another by-the-way, he's one of us and most of the stuff
you were getting from him was total fabrication.  After all, he *is* a
lawyer!"
   Group groan.
   Sunshine finished up, "Anyway, a minute or so to get used to the
controls, and Kathleen Donovan mysteriously rouses from her coma!"
   More spirit-hugs, body-hugs, kisses and general rejoicing!
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   I told them, "Kathleen was an airhead and a *major* klutz." I displayed
the legs.  "Notice all the scars.  She also had at least three broken bones
to go along with those.  Klutz is a *mild* term.  Uncle Evin could tell you
stories which would make your hair curl."
   Bob brought in a cake from the kitchen which had, "Welcome home,
Sunshine!" all over it.  We pigged out on cake, ice cream and soda while
chatting away like we knew each other.  I told the girls, "Sometime I'll
tell you a story.  You think *you* had to do a trim job..."
   Don, Ana, Evin and I had a short conference.  Ana and Don were more than
willing to have me stay in my (Natalie's) room and use any of my
(Natalie's) clothes I could.  Evin and I insisted on at least $1,000 a
month for room and board.  After many protests, they agreed.  We set the
full move-in for Tuesday.
   Evin gave me the keys and security pass for the storage room where
they'd put Kathleen's stuff from the house.  "Use what you want and we'll
donate the rest."
   He also gave me an envelope with $2,000 in it.  "Lunch money for a few
days," he told me with a wink.
   After the meeting, Bob and I shared some wonderful snogging for about an
hour.  We checked out my new boobs too; they were larger than Natalie's and
nicely sensitive.  They stuck out only a little bit more but they were
bigger around in diameter at the base and were plumper and rounder.  They
literally filled my chest, starting out right from my sides and there was
maybe an eighth-inch of flat chest between them.  Damn nice!  I finally had
cleavage!
   We looked at one of her bras and found it was custom made.  No real
surprise, we figured with the amount and shape it had to hold, a "normal"
bra wouldn't really fit very well.
   The areolae and nipples were a touch larger too.  Bob got them so perked
up the areolae almost disappeared into inch-long nipples!  When he finally
gave one a nip, we exploded in our first orgasm together -- truly
magnificent!  Every nerve in my new body seemed to pour out its energy,
even those on my scalp and on the soles of my feet!
   I was hot and horny but kicked him out anyway; I wanted Ana to check me
over before I did anything more.  *Her* I trust, not the doctors.
   I semi-handled the horniness later.  My new Miss Clitty was *really*
nice; she was long enough and stiff enough I could wet down my fingers and
stroke her up and down like a little dick!  Bob and I were going to have
*lots* of fun with her!
   ------
   (Tuesday 1/17)
   Ana does know how to cook!  Everything tasted great after the hospital
diet.  I ate as if I were starved; Kathleen was underweight anyway from all
the liquid diet.  Lots of fiber; Ana said I needed a lot while I was
getting the digestive system back on track.
   She gave me a checkout after breakfast.  She told me everything felt and
looked fine (after all, she could "see" through bone if she wished).  She
said the ankle was healing okay, but the new growth in the break was still
too thin to abuse it much.
   I tried on a lot of Natalie's clothes.  Almost all were too tight;
Kathleen was a lot lusher in the T and A department.  Ana and I foresaw a
major shopping trip in the very near future!  We emptied out almost the
entire closet for donations.
   I drove Natalie's truck around a bit; illegally, since I technically
didn't have a license or even a learner's permit.  Tough darts!  I'd driven
it as Natalie so all I really had to do was tweak in Kathleen's muscle
memory and reflexes.  It didn't hurt I could perceive exactly where the
tires, bumpers and all that stuff were.
   Ana and I went over to the storage room and looked through Kathleen's
stuff.  All sorts of what I'd consider junk, but it had probably suited
Kathleen airhead just fine.  I found several really nasty panties I was
sure Bob and Sherry would appreciate.  We ended up with the truck bed full
of stuff.
   At the DMV, I passed both the written and driving tests.  When the
driving examiner told me I'd passed, I gave him an "impetuous" hug and
kiss, along with a good look at my new cleavage.  He was a happy camper, at
least until the next examination he had scheduled.
   I _told_ Evin I'd gotten the license.  He asked, _"Will someone be home
this afternoon?"_ I told him Mom and I were going shopping but would be
back by 4:00.
   _"Good, I'll send the banger over about 4:30 so you don't have to drive
your truck to get around."_
   He said the driver would pick up the storage area keys and security
pass, and he'd have it cleaned out and closed down.  _"We'll keep the
donation receipts for your taxes, since it's your personal property."_
   Ana and I hit the Media Center and shopped!  Nordstrom's! 
Robinsons-May! Bebe!  Wet Seal!  Shop 'til we drop!  Yow!
   Ana was concerned over the amount we were spending.  I told her, "Ana,
don't worry about it.  Uncle Evin gave me $2,000 for lunch money plus the
debit card.  It's all covered.  Let's make sure we get some sexy stuff for
*you*."
   I wouldn't say we were exhausted by the time we got home, but though we
were tired, my ankle held up fine.  We put most of the stuff away after
trying on several outfits again.
   At exactly 4:30 by my new Swatch watch, the JRD driver knocked on our
door.  My "banger" was a year-old BMW!  Damn it was cute!  Beautiful dark
green, high-end stereo system, CD player, leather everywhere, navigation
system, On-Star, power everything!
   The driver showed me the registration and insurance papers in the glove
compartment, along with the owner's manual.  He told me, "Mr.  Donovan said
you should spend a half hour with it."
   He told me to call for maintenance service every three to five thousand
miles.  He stressed *everything* was covered with the premium-service
On-Star.  "If you get a flat tire, run out of gas, get lost, get locked
out, want to know the nearest shopping center, call the number; we've got
24/7 premium guaranteed response anywhere in North America." Someone would
stop by every week to check the fluids and the tires.
   *Nice* toy (big grin!).
   ------
   BOB
   I got two gigs done between school-end and dance practice.  Kathleen
said she'd come over with her folks so she could at least be there.
   7:00 and everyone was there.  All the gang exchanged spirit-hugs and
_kisses_ as well as some snuggles against her new bosom.  I got a little
molesting in on her butt; it didn't hurt I'd gotten a dozen roses for her!
Kat talked with Mother, and they decided even though her ankle felt
fine, she'd sit down and rest at least half the time.  "You've been on your
back for six weeks and have been up and about only a week.  Yes, you've
been doing a lot of exercising, but let's concentrate on getting your
general fitness back up before we do many of the higher-stress dance
moves."
   So Sunshine was a good girl and got her rest.  She was having a *lot* of
fun with the Kathleen body.
   When everyone was gone after practice, she went right into my/our room
and inspected the closet.  Natalie had brought over several changes of
clothes, shoes, panties and other girl stuff.  Kat told me, "Most of
Natalie's stuff was too tight, so Ana and I just *had* to go shopping. 
Poor little me!" She sniffed back tears from the remembered agony.
   She unbuttoned and pulled off her blouse then put clothes away from
several large bags which had mysteriously appeared.  She announced, "I'm
spending the night," then stopped and faced me.
   "Unless you object..." She slid one bra strap off her shoulder, pulled
the cup down and stroked her breast and nipple a few times.  The nipple
obligingly popped up and stood at attention.  Too late!  The Wand had
beaten her.
   "No objection at all, Sunshine.  I sure hope there's room in there for
all that." I stared suspiciously at her bags.  Somehow my part of the
six-foot closet rod had already shrunk from its previous four feet down to
two feet.
   "I'm sure it'll fit.  If not..." I picked up a couple images of a lot of
RRR clothes going to Goodwill.  She grinned, bounced her bare breast at me
and continued putting stuff away.
   I got elected to pack the rejected Natalie clothes in the bag while she
put stuff in the bathroom.  I got the distinct, welcome feeling she was
planning to spend a lot of time here.
   She called out from the bathroom, "Oh Bo-ob!  My hero!  Sorcerer! 
There's a damsel in distress in here!"
   To the rescue!  I adjusted my sword and strutted in.  She threw her arms
open and shoved her chest out at me.  "I can't get it unhooked.  Will you
save me?""
   "Well little lady, I'll do my best."
   Locating the closure mechanism on the mammary support device required
extensive tactile examination with my mouth and fingers.  The bare side got
a thorough going over; I thought the generous freckles which ran down onto
her bosom held some key to the puzzle.  The big freckle all by itself must
have been a major clue, so I gave it a *lot* of close inspection as I tried
attempted to unlock the closure mechanism with various combinations of
suction, pressure, licking and twisting while Kat quivered and moaned her
appreciation.
   Finally I found a release mechanism buried in the canyon between two
rolling hills.  When I released it, the hills of paradise sprang forth and
gloried in their freedom.
   Aha!  Another big freckle on the other side!  It too needed tactile
inspection.  I tweaked and twiddled it with my mouth as I drew deep breaths
of wonderfully-ripe Kathleen.  I kept the other freckle awake with tweaks
from a couple fingers while the one under investigation grew to match it.
   She finally grabbed my head and hugged it in.  "God, Bob, I've missed
you so much the last couple weeks."
   She pushed me off a bit, sucked in her stomach and unbuttoned her
waistband.  "Next!"
   I finished unzipping her but must have hesitated a bit before pulling
down.  "Don't worry, Sorcerer.  The Brush Master's been at work so there
shouldn't be any wild animals lurking in the jungle." Thus assured, I
swiftly pulled her pants down and helped her out of them.  I'd used a Brush
Master before to clear overgrown lots and Kat's hair would have needed
something like it.
   She was wearing panties of the most obnoxious shade of pumpkin orange
imaginable.  "A Kathleen airhead special.  I'm sure she had *no* idea what
the writing really meant."
   Right along the bikini line was lettered, "Pooh Bear's Honey Pot" with
an arrow pointing down between her legs.  I groaned at her, "I'm going to
want a *lot* of that honey."
   She grinned and said, "It gets better." She turned around and pushed her
butt out a little.  Across her butt cheeks was lettered, "Pooh Bear's
Secret Entrance," with an arrow pointing down the crack.
   "Natalie didn't get a chance, but you and Kathleen are *assuredly* going
there."
   I slowly peeled them down several inches.  She whined and shivered a
little when I nibbled her butt but managed to stay on her feet.
   Her butt was perfect.  Slightly wider hips than Natalie gave her plenty
of working room for some splendid gluteal real estate.  She too had the
heart shape I adored and her muscles were toning up splendidly.
   "You're doing great back here, Kathleen.  It's perfect."
   "I bet you say that to all the girls' nekkid butts."
   "Only to my special Sunshine's."
   "Purrrr"
   I could smell the mixture of perspiration and female fragrance, and it
was more than enough to make the Wand wave and spit up a little.  I showed
my appreciation with a few nibbles and a lick at the top of her crack.
   She jumped and sucked in her breath.  "I love it!"
   She turned around and had me peel the panties down in front.  She had a
luxurious red bush perfectly located on her mound.  I pulled her panties
lower and almost passed out from her wonderful odor.  "Yank 'em down,
Sorcerer.  We'll do a thorough investigation later."
   I did.  She kicked the panties up against the wall where they slid to
the floor.  She asked innocently, "Isn't that what guys do with theirs?"
   She produced a Pooh Bear shower cap and bundled her fire under it.  She
grinned, stripped off my shirt and lightly rubbed her hard nipples across
my chest.  We groaned with delight.
   "Your clothes.  Off." She turned to the shower and started the water. 
Of course she had to bend *way* over with her knees straight to reach the
faucet nozzle; her pussy stood out proudly inside a perfect frame of red
down and was already swollen and dripping.  She had a perfectly-sized pink
rosette the same shade as her nipples; I couldn't resist blowing a little
cool air over it.
   "Oh God!  That feels *glorious*!  Butt enough!  Let's get clean." I gave
her a decent-pun groan.
   I finished pulling off the rest of my clothes and stepped in with her.
She told me, "Quick wash and rinse.  We've got new territory to explore."
   We traded a quick soap and rinse; she felt wonderfully smooth
everywhere.
   We stepped out; she grinned at me and produced a Pooh Bear towel with a
flourish.  "Get the idea Kathleen was a Pooh Bear fan?"
   We dried each other off quickly with not too much playing around.  She
was pumping out enough pheromones and scent to make me light-headed.
   She sprinted for the bed and bounced on it.  I reached for the light to
turn it down but she said, "Leave them on full.  I'm proud to show my
Sorcerer our new playground." She stretched slowly; I hadn't thought Little
Bob could get any harder but he did.
   She crooked her finger at me.  "Here!" I went.
   She told me, "My turn first.  Kathleen's sense of smell and taste are
different and I wanna try them out."
   She shoved me on my back and ran her tongue around my neck and onto my
chest.  We _linked_ about 30%, _"Not too tight this time."_ She nibbled my
nipples then sucked them hard.  Oh!  She jolted me all the way down.
   _"So nice and hard."_ She purred as she kissed and sucked her way down
to my navel.  She stuck her tongue in it and swirled.  Yow!  Another jolt.
   She ran her fingertips from my knee up to my groin then slowly crept
them up and cupped my sack.  _"Nice and warm."_
   She opened her mouth wide and exhaled a hot breath onto Little Bob who
showed his appreciation by drooling even more.  _"This is probably
Kathleen's first...  BLOW JOB!"_ she said and sucked me in.
   God her mouth was hot!  She swirled her tongue around the head and
sucked *hard.* _"Be Jaysus, Kat!  I think the expression 'sucking the
chrome off a trailer hitch' applies here."_
   _"Yeh!  Fun, isn't it."_
   _"A bit more than just *fun*."_
   She cupped my balls with one hand and with the other pumped me firmly.
_"I'm going to take all you've got, Sorcerer, so give it to me!"_
   She lay with her knees underneath her and her butt up towards me.  Every
couple strokes of her hand, she'd rub her nipples across my stomach.  She
pulled her fiery hairy down and rubbed it across my balls and shaft,
leaving trails of sensation behind.
   I controlled myself enough to start caressing her smooth firm butt.
   She told me, _"I've got enough cleavage now; we'll have to try a
titty-fuck sometime."_
   She put a big glob of spit on the head, took her mouth off, leaned
forward and rubbed the end deep down in her cleavage.
   "Groan!"
   _"Like that?  Let's try it again."_ She repeated it several times. 
_"Feels really nasty, just like I do tonight."_
   Little Bob was rapidly and willing losing the battle.  He thickened up
and Kat pulled her mouth slowly upwards with hard suction, milking the
shaft with her lips.  She lightly squeezed my balls with just the right
pressure and milked me upwards with the other hand.
   After three strokes, Little Bob surrendered totally and blasted off! 
Kat left the very end in her mouth and sucked hard as the first spurt
erupted into her.  _"Fantastic!"_
   She swallowed but not all.  _"I'm leaving some for us."_ She stroked,
milked and swirled her tongue around while she sucked and swallowed just
enough so it wouldn't leak.
   Spurt after spurt went out while I was feeling as if I were pumping out
my entire body.  Just as I thought there was no more, she vibrated her
fingers on my asshole!
   Yo!  Dayum!  I pumped and pumped even after there was no more to give.
Dry heaves, only exquisitely sensuous instead of painful.
   Little Bob heaved his last and started to die.  As he softened, Kat
slowed down and carefully massaged him with her tongue.
   I pulled her off and tried to show my appreciation by wrapping my tongue
around her vocal chords.  It didn't quite reach, but we shared the taste of
my seed and her saliva back and forth several times before it vanished.
   Chapter 4
   KATHLEEN (Tuesday 1/17)
   Jaysus!  Great stuff!  I'd really missed doing it -- as I'm sure he had,
too.
   He recovered enough to match me kiss for kiss and tongue for tongue
while we enthusiastically spirit-hugged and laughed above.  We traded a lot
of spit and what of his seed I still had in my mouth sloppily back and
forth until it had vanished.
   He checked out my freckles with his mouth and tongue, sending wonderful
chills and heat running through my body.  Kathleen already seemed even more
"erotically sensitive" than Natalie.
   When he got down to the boobs, I told him, "We've already done a quality
check there -- let's get on with the rest." He snuck in a few good
nipple-sucks though, leaving them eagerly erect.
   He traced down to my navel, washed it with his tongue then had the gall
to skip my pussy and start on my legs!  I shrieked in frustration!
   He kissed, licked and nibbled up each leg almost to the juicy part then
did them again.  By the time he got down to business, I was moaning,
squirming and bouncing my hips up and down.
   ------
   BOB
   Her outer labia had a heavy coating of fine red down, were swollen and
puffy and were getting darker red with every beat of her heart.  Her
clitoris was standing high and proud; it was as thick as my middle finger
and pushed out at least an inch from its hood.
   Her juices were welling rapidly from her vagina which pulsed regularly
every second.  Her smell was enough to melt a marble statue; it was deep
and musky, yet light and fresh -- I adored it.
   I made sure she could see through my eyes.  _"You're beautiful, Kat. 
It's totally delightful, delectable, sensuous, sexy and every other
admiring word I can find.  And we're going to have *lots* of fun and games
with Miss Clitty here."_
   _"I know.  She's more than ready and I can't wait much longer."_
   I tasted her lightly.  Exquisite, like a fine, slightly-tart wine; a
rich deep flavor mixed with sweetness beyond description.
   "Please!  We've been waiting..."
   I breathed deeply and dove in.  She felt as good as she tasted,
delightfully smooth and slick.  I ran the taste-tester up and down her
outer labia several times, nibbled her down with my lips then checked out
her pucker.
   It was very nicely sensitive too!  She shrieked and bounced when I ran a
wet tongue across it several times then she pushed it out and held it
there. _"Put your finger in.  Please!"_ I obliged.  I wet my finger and her
pucker up really good with her fragrant oil then plunged it all the way in.
   Wonderfully-powerful orgasm!  Our boiler almost exploded, and our orgasm
bubbles flashed into energy which washed over us time and time again.  Our
muscles contracted hard and she tried to pinch off my finger while her
pussy flooded aromatic fluid on my face.
   I kept stroking, licking and sucking, lowering then raising the speed
and intensity while she climaxed twice more.
   I finally eased my finger out and gave her long licks from her throbbing
pucker along and between her labia and onto her clitoral hood.  Her
clitoris was throbbing with her heartbeat; it was pushed out even more and
was larger than before.  It was a deep red, the same shade as her inner
labia and her nipples.
   I gave it several flicks with the tip of my tongue while Kat's hips
vibrated up and down.  Her muscles tightened up in anticipation, and she
panted, _"Do it, Bob!  Lick me!  Suck me!  Make me scream!"_
   I did.  I tweaked Miss Clitty time and time again with my tongue while
Kat shrieked out her pleasure and convulsed with delight.  Finally, I
pushed her hood open as far as possible and sucked it in all the way -- by
now it had swollen up more and I got almost two inches inside my mouth.
   She went rigid with her butt at least six inches off the bed, arched
between her heels and her head.  I got both hands beneath her butt, kept
the suction on, slowly let it slip between my lips and tried to stretch it
further out.
   She vibrated everywhere and told me, _"It's SO GOOD!  WONDERFUL!  LOVE
YOU SORCERER!  MY LOVE!"_
   I stretched it out then let it snap back.  She screamed more and her
arms and legs thrashed as she pounded the back of her head into the
mattress.  _"SO GOOD!"_
   I let the climax die down a little then gave slow soothing licks around
her labia.  When she stopped screaming and went to shrieking instead, I
tried to clean out her glory hole with my tongue while sucking her navel
inside out.
   She locked up again and went back to screaming mode.  I had to lighten
our _link_ so *I* wouldn't pass out.
   I thrust my tongue in and out, pausing to suck every couple strokes. 
Her head pounded the mattress again, so I licked up her labia and around
Miss Clitty.
   _"GOOD!  WONDERFUL!  LOVE!  I'VE COME BACK FOR YOU, MY LOVE!"_
   She flopped back down, drew a deep hoarse breath then let it out in one
long scream when I sucked her clit back in and swirled my tongue around it.
She couldn't scream any more because her muscles wouldn't let her breathe
in.
   We felt the energy pouring out of us, through us and around us.  I
stretched her clit up and let it snap back.  She bounced back to the bed,
breathed in once and let it out with another scream.  More and more energy
poured out and we kept going higher and higher as I stretched, swirled and
snapped her clitoris.
   Finally, we could take no more and both of us slid totally out of our
bodies, leaving them to writhe in sweet release while we swirled and curled
around each other as we drove upwards into the air, above the clouds and
into the clear moonlight.
   ------
   ROSE BAER (Wednesday 1/18)
   I had a standard interview scheduled for a new transfer.  The paperwork
was pretty sketchy but so far seemed okay.
   I begrudged the time; since that damned earthquake, I'd been busier than
a one-legged whore standing in a hammock at the end of a Navy gangway on
payday.  Every girl in school seemed to have the willies about being there.
Only the girls in the Inner Circle were okay.
   God, they were worth their weight in gold.  I palmed most of the "cases"
off on them; they'd latch onto the "victim," run her through their
reassurance mill and spit her out calm, cool and collected.  I had a few
ideas how they were doing it, but none of us had time even to talk with one
another.
   Bob was even busier.  He was doing after-hours renos all over the
county, handling two or three guys with the willies and shmoozing the girls
who claimed they needed "reassurance."
   I sure missed George and Natalie.  I hadn't known how much they'd been
doing until they were gone.  The rest of the Inner Circle took up the slack
as best they could, but they were pretty well loaded down.  It was a
volunteer effort, but they forged ahead as if they were on a Mission from
God.
   Anyway, the interview was for 9:30; Kathleen Donovan and her uncle came
in right on time.  She was one of the most striking Red-Irish girls I'd
seen in ages; think of someone eighteen years old with the presence of
Maureen O'Hara in her prime.
   Her uncle was polite and really collected too.  His card said he was a
lawyer.
   I got them set down in my office and _inspected_ her.  Holy shit! 
Beneath all her glorious facade was someone I'd never expected to talk with
again!
   "Dammit, Sunshine!  What kind of escapade did you guys pull *this*
time?"
   I got a blazing smile back from her.  "Pure research, Mrs.  Baer.  Pure
research paid off big-time."
   She gave me a two-minute rundown on what had happened.  The Inner Circle
had been doing some intensive investigation for several weeks before the
earthquake and I just hadn't caught up completely.
   Yeh, the mental communication I was up with but the outside operations
as a spirit and body-switching?  Yowsah!  Hubby and I were going to have a
blast with that!
   Anyway, given the basic of a spirit existing independent of a body, what
she'd done didn't seem too far-fetched.  In some of my previous schools,
I'd seen a few students who were pretty much "nobody home" anyway; her
adventure carried it quite a few steps further.
   Her uncle was one of us too.  Damn, it seems to be popping up all over
the place after the sex bomb hit.  I had my suspicions about the bomb
(Sunshine gave me this innocent look when I thought of it but -- don't ask,
I'm not sure I want to know right now).
   Anyway, since Kathleen had been so...  challenged (fuck it; she'd been
dumb), her parents had her privately tutored for her school career.  How
they managed to get through the scholastic requirements was beyond me,
given her old IQ, but with a lawyer brother around, they managed to make it
slip through.
   I asked them, "Why do you want to transfer here?  With your background,
you could slide through and get your GED with one or two more home
courses."
   Her uncle put in, "I've heard some rumors about a bona-fide sorcerer
attending school here..."
   Another blazing smile.  It was really fiery with her red hair.  "Maybe I
could take some of the load off some of them."
   "Obviously they know you're back."
   They gave me a two minute report on what they'd done at the Inner Circle
study; Evin gave me all the juicy bits between her and Bob.  Wish I could
have been there!
   Anyway, I her signed up for the placement tests just for the record; she
could start them this afternoon.  Once they were out of the way we were
pretty much home free.
   When we were done, she gave me a big hug.  "Thanks for your help, Mrs.
Baer.  I know Bob will appreciate it, too."
   "He'd better, or I'll sic more of those whiney girls on him."
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   I kept a low profile while I was at school taking the placement tests.
Bob and I wanted Mrs.  Baer up to speed about me before he started "showing
me off," as he said.  However, I couldn't avoid being in the hallways at
least some of the time during class changes -- I got quite a few admiring
looks which sure didn't hurt my self-image.
   Ana set up a visit with Nana and Seanathair.  No problem, they had
plenty of time available.  Don, Bob, Ana and I went over Wednesday right
after school.  They'd never met Kathleen and we hadn't told them about her
yet.
   They spotted Sunshine the second we walked in the door.  They whooped,
hollered and carried on for a couple minutes as they welcomed me back.  I
filled them in on how I'd done it and they were suitably impressed.
   They admired my Kathleen body a lot and exchanged lots of hugs and
kisses, both physical and spiritual.  Seanathair wasn't above a couple
exploratory butt-gropes which I reciprocated with pleasure.  My granddad's
a dirty old man!  Yes!
   Wednesday night I spent over at Bob's.  No sex, just lots a huggin' and
a kissin' and a cuddlin' oh my!  with a wonderful night's sleep.
   ------
   (Thursday 1/19)
   The placement tests were pretty easy; they were standardized state tests
and with the "leave no child behind" crap going on, they were geared to a
very low common denominator.  I'd finished three of them Wednesday
afternoon and finished the other two Thursday morning.
   I headed out to the custom-bra store.  Kathleen had a half-dozen
industrial-strength bras and one dress bra which was basically lace with no
support.  I wanted stuff in between too.  The industrial-strength ones just
didn't feel quite right; they squeezed in the wrong places.
   The Beemer was so cool!  It purred quietly most of the time, but when I
stomped down, it gave out a nice roar and snapped my head back against the
backrest.  The brakes (four-wheel disk) were solid and the ABS (Anti-lock
Braking System) could snub it down in one hell of a hurry with no tire
squealing.
   The navigation system showed me the exact route to the store and
prompted me at every turn with a sexy male voice.  Really neat!
   I showed the bra label to the saleslady and she looked up my account;
the last time Kathleen had been in was six months ago so it was time for a
check anyway.
   The saleslady was very professional.  We got into a dressing room and I
peeled everything off above the waist.  She poked, prodded, admired,
complimented and measured *everything*.  She measured the areolae and even
had me pop the nipples up to measure how high they went (easy to do, just
think of Bob's mouth on them!).  She even measured firmness with some sort
of gadget.
   We discussed cleavage, separation, support, push-up, pull-down, how much
nipple-arousal I wanted to show, everything.  I told her I was doing lots
of exercising including push-ups so she had me tighten my pecs to see what
happened.  Wow!  Everything popped out another inch or two!  I tried a
little twitch with the same muscles; they bounced up and down then vibrated
to a stop.  Impressive!
   I ordered several different configurations with varying degrees of
everything, including several sports bras since I figured Bob and I would
be back to running pretty soon.  I got a few ready-mades which didn't
squish me quite so badly and a so-so sports bra to tide me over.
   I wanted a solid breast-protector, too, for crawling around and doing
reno work.  The store-bought one Natalie had definitely wouldn't work.  The
saleslady, said, "If it's okay, I'd like to have my manger look at this. 
He's male."
   "Fine.  If he's as professional as you, there's no issue."
   He was.  He came in and took a look, so to speak.  He quick-checked some
of the measurements she'd taken then told me, "You're getting some sports
bras.  We'll have a special one made up then when it comes in and you
decide it fits you, we'll make a cast, mold the plastic and use the sports
bra as a foundation."
   "Very nice pun!  Sounds like it'll work."
   The lady did recommend I always wear a bra except for night and special
occasions.  "You've got lots of mass there, Kathleen.  You're plenty firm
now with very little sag and they'll probably get firmer with the exercise
you're doing.  However, if you keep a bra on now while you're young, the
support will keep 'em perky well into your forties." I'll go for that!
   She told me the first batch would be ready on Monday.
   Bob had dinner with us at Ana's.  After we were done, he pulled a small
box from his pocket and set it in front of me.
   "Take a look."
   I opened it -- it was my sunshine necklace!  He'd replaced the chain;
the medallion was clean and polished but he'd left in several of the small
dents.  Perfect!
   I _felt_ tears coming down my and Ana's face.  "I told you I'd reclaim
it, Sorcerer and now I am."
   Bob stood up behind me and put it on me.  It felt so right to have it
back!  I stood up, grabbed him, and we shared a long, sweet, gentle, warm
kiss.  You get the picture.
   "Welcome home, Sunshine." He gave me a bouquet of flowers and another
loving hug and kiss.
   Thursday evening, we sat around the living room and yakked.  We plotted,
planned and in general tried to map out what we'd be doing over the next
days, weeks and months.  Most of it was tentative since I didn't really
know what I'd be doing with Uncail Evin.
   When I dragged Bob off to bed, it was 10:00.  I didn't have to be to
school until 9:30, so *I* would get to sleep in.
   We peed, washed, brushed teeth and hit the bed.  We snogged a few
minutes then settled in.
   He spooned against my back, tucked a semi-awake Wand in my butt crack
and put a hand on my tummy.  I promptly grabbed the hand and pulled it up
to my top boob.
   He got the hint.  He gently milked it and caressed the nipple until it
was nicely erect and my whole boob was tingly.  He tweaked the other boob
to ensure it didn't feel left out.
   I told him, "Now *that*'s the way to sleep.  Since you got them all nice
and warm, it's your responsibility to keep them in the same condition *all
night."*
   "Yes, Mistress of My Heart." He nuzzled my ear and neck, kissed the back
of my head, cupped a boob gently so the frogs in the pond up the hill
wouldn't carry me away and we let the bodies drift off to sleep.
   We popped outside and spent the night sailing the moonbeams in New York
City and checking out the Statue of Liberty -- she's commando beneath her
robe!
   ------
   BOB (Friday 1/20)
   Friday morning, we let Kat sleep in since she didn't have to be at
school until later.  With all the exercising she'd been doing, she did need
the rest.  Of course, it didn't preclude our spirit-hugs, _kisses_ and
_snuggles_.  She herself came along with me for the first part of the
morning.  She gave spirit-hugs to all the Inner Circle and goosed Henry
lightly just to keep him alert.
   We'd decided to do the big unveiling at lunch in the cafeteria.  Kat had
finished her placement tests yesterday and Mrs.  Baer had told her she'd
work up a schedule for her by 2:30 today.
   Kathleen walked into the cafeteria with Sherry and me.  Everyone's used
to seeing Sherry and me together so it was no big deal, but almost every
head turned and watched this absolutely gorgeous redhead with us!
   She was neatly, perfectly dressed for school; nothing fancy, just
perfect for her.  Her hair was down to her shoulders, was a bit curly and
shown fiery-red under the lights.  She *glowed* with happiness and she was
doing a little of the model-walk strut making her butt twitch more than
usual.  She was lookin' good and knew it!
   She sat with the rest of the Inner Circle, of course.  We'd all
rehearsed our story; we don't usually _project_ or put thoughts into others
but now we did.  Everyone who came along, we'd pull them over and introduce
Kathleen to them as "a distant cousin of Bob's who's transferring in," but
would project, _"You knew her as Sunshine."_ With this and another little
attached _package_ the person would walk away convinced she was Natalie
Shanahan with different boobs, red hair and a name change.  So what if
there'd been a funeral service; there was nothing unusual about her, except
she was *gorgeous*!
   Some weren't fooled at all.  Leone came along, got introduced and
_inspected_ her.  No hesitation.
   _"Don't try to bullshit a professional bullshitter!  The Sorcerer waved
his wand and came up with a way to get his Sunshine back!  WELL DONE!"_
   She and Kathleen shared a very friendly hug and peck.  Kat told her,
_"That's not what happens when the Sorcerer waves his Wand but it does tend
to drive me out of my mind." Grin, wink._
   I polished my fingernails and looked smug.
   They agreed to get together over the weekend and gossip (oops, it's
"have an intimate conversation about many subjects of common personal
interest").
   Pretty much everyone else bought the story no matter which of us told
it. There were several, however, who'd remembered some of their abilities
because of Henry and Janet's sex bomb and were a bit skeptical.  Those we
arranged with immediately for a get-together so we could exchange
knowledge. Each was "good people."
   Kathleen spent every class break the rest of the afternoon walking the
halls with one of us, talking with everyone.  Since she was able to
_inspect_ and talk personally with each one (and she already knew a lot of
them), the upshot was they bought our story.
   Over the next week or so, we continued doing it.  Except for those who
really knew, everyone else gradually got the concept Kathleen had been with
me since last September with a hazy recollection of a slightly different
appearance and name.
   Mrs.  Baer helped, too.  Quite a few students said Kathleen seemed so
"familiar." With complete certainty, she'd tell them something like, "You
knew her as Bob's Sunshine lady." They'd think about it for a second then
say, "Oh, yeh." That would be the end of it.
   Anyway, we carried it off.  Kathleen was completely accepted as one of
the Inner Circle and as my special Sunshine Lady.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Friday evening 1/20)
   Mrs.  Baer worked up an acceptable schedule.  Since she had complete
control over schedules and class assignments, she simply put me back in the
classes I'd had as Natalie.  Hell, the textbooks were still in our room at
home.
   Bob and I got home, took a quick shower and went out.  Dinner date!
   We went up to the Castaway for dinner.  It's up on top of the hill near
DeBell golf course overlooking the city.  A quick twenty to the maitre d'
got us a nice window table; Uncail Evin had coached me a bit.
   Great food and great company!  We chatted, ate, chatted, spirit-hugged
and _snogged_, nosed around the kitchen and other guests, looked at the
view and had a great time.
   I insisted on picking up the check.  Bob quirked an eyebrow at me.  "I
get the feeling there's more to Kathleen and Evin than I'm currently aware
of."
   "Yep.  However, it doesn't need discussion right now.  Suffice it to say
I have enough money to buy us dinner tonight and not go hungry next week."
   We spirit-snogged on the way home and decided to spend the night at his
place.  By the time we were half-way there, I was drooling pussy juice and
my nipples hurt.  Horny!  Little Bob was wide awake too; I'd been giving
him little _squeezes_ now and then when Bob _licked_ my nipples.
   We slowly and carefully undressed each other.  Bob spent a long time
gently ensuring my breasts and nipples were sparkly-clean and I
reciprocated on him.  He gets squirmy!
   When he gently pulled my (not those orange) panties down, I _felt_ him
go delirious with delight at the sight and smell.
   "Kat, you're lovely!  Your red hair sets everything off like the perfect
frame on the Mona Lisa.  You smell like a deep well of ambrosia..." He took
a quick dip with his tongue while I shivered with pleasure.  "And it tastes
even better.  You're my Sunshine, my love forever."
   This was Kathleen's true virgin night.  Yeh, Jim Peters had screwed her,
but *I* hadn't done 'the bold thing' as Kathleen.  We knew this body was
different in many ways from Natalie's so we took it slow and easy,
delighting in each new-to-us sensation.
   Slipping outside, we linked about 75%, and Bob propped himself up
against the wall at the head of the bed with a couple pillows.  I straddled
his head, mashed my boobs and hands against the wall and he gently guided
my hips down so his mouth slowly approached my pussy.
   He breathed hot air on it and we shivered.  It was already engorged,
dripping and ready for his caresses.  He took long, gentle wet licks up,
down, across and around, leaving Miss Clitty alone but wide awake and
ready. I felt my channel contracting lightly every second or so while
fluttering in between.
   We dropped me down so my pussy clamped over his staff.  I slid up and
down a few times to wet it down thoroughly then came back up so he could
lick me some more.  Down, slide, up, lick, down and up until we were both
shaking with eagerness while we coiled in and around each other above.
   This time, when I dropped down, I put the head right at my soaking-wet
pucker.  "Soon but not right now." I _moved_ the head up to my channel and
parked it there.
   We _felt_ the contractions inside; each one pushed a little more pussy
juice out onto him.  I let myself down onto him slowly.
   In an inch or so, stroke out a little then back in further.  Slow. 
Erotic.  So pleasurable was the sensation of stretching and filling.  We
felt the penetration throughout my entire body, not just my vagina.  It was
the center, but the reaction was from my whole body, not just it.
   Every inch inwards gave us a sweet, light orgasm perfectly timed to
those steady contractions.
   We timed the strokes with the contractions.  I wasn't doing it
knowingly; it was automatic just like our heartbeats.  Stroke in while it
relaxed, pause while my channel squeezed him deliciously, stroke out when
it relaxed, squeeze, relax, stroke in, squeeze, relax, stroke out...
   Our boiler pressure had been climbing steadily since the ride home.  We
weren't out to surf the Big Wave or the tsunami but to walk the beach and
feel the gentle waves.
   He finally bottomed out and we moaned in delight.  We fit perfectly; he
was pushing my cervix inside my diaphragm just a little bit and was
stretching and filling me just over the comfortable edge.  Delicious!
   He leaned forward and gently suckled my breasts.  He laved them with his
talented tongue while our hands caressed each other everywhere they could
reach.
   My breasts and nipples grew tighter, hotter and harder while he ran his
strong hands over my ass and lightly stroked my pucker.  He asked,
"Remember the first tsunami?  This is a gentle wave."
   We stroked to my clenching rhythm while he sucked my nipples with the
same rhythm.  The pressure built up and up, and my pussy fluttered in
between clenches.  Dozens of orgasm bubbles appeared, raced around with our
current and grew larger and larger.  With every stroke and every breath we
moaned out our love.
   We stroked a little faster; long and firmly with a solid push against my
cervix at the bottom and mashed Miss Clitty firmly between us.  He pushed
in hard then gave my nipple a firm nip.
   Wonderful!  Fifteen or twenty bubbles burst at once, and it seemed as if
every nerve in our bodies channeled their energy through us.  I clamped
down *hard* on him and shrieked.  He gave a solid stroke through the
clenching muscles and sucked everything he could of my boob into his mouth
and washed it firmly with his tongue.
   When I finally unclamped, he had to bring his hands up underneath my
arms to hold me as I convulsed.  I clamped down, locked up and screamed as
more bubbles spread their warmth from our nerves into us.
   Again and again I clamped down and screamed until it finally eased off
and he released my boobs.  Aftershocks ran through us for several minutes
as we hugged each other and depth-tested each other's mouths with our
tongues.  Outside, we slid across and through each other, _sharing_ our
happiness to be reunited and delight in our pleasures.
   My pussy kept its rhythmic contractions going, which kept him hard
inside me.  He hadn't come and we weren't concerned.
   He bent forward and we lay back, disconnected, sprawled ourselves across
the bed and rested for a few minutes while we caressed each other above and
below and shared long loving kisses.
   Chapter 5
   BOB (Friday evening 1/20)
   I asked her, "I guess we caught a bigger wave than we expected, eh?  Or
you're more sensitive than before?"
   "More sensitive, probably.  Now, everything releases everywhere at once.
Before, it was like having a fan only on my face, but now it's like having
central air conditioning!  Wow!  Felt it everywhere!  We're going to be
sensational!  Pun intended."
   I groaned.  "That's my Sunshine, the Mistress of My Heart, whose love
fills me with joy and whose spirit holds me in thrall to her richness."
   "PRRRR!"
   We'd gotten our breath back by now though we were both still thoroughly
aroused.  Our kisses became more passionate and I stroked her taut sleek
butt and squeezed it lightly.
   She raised her upper leg over my hip and we snuggled together with the
Wand Bob running between her legs across her labia.  I twitched my hips a
little and tweaked Miss Clitty lightly against it.
   She told me, "Nice!" as a thrill of energy washed through us.  Not a
climax, just a smooth, joyous wash of love.
   I drew back then slid inside her once again.  We moaned as I stretched
her out.  "God, I love that, Sorcerer."
   I stroked slowly.  We leaned our upper bodies apart a little bit with
our mouths locked together.  She gently milked a breast and nipple in
cadence with our strokes while I firmly rubbed and squeezed her butt.
   We probably went on for a half hour; continuous climaxes with loving
warmth, kisses and hugs.  We didn't try to build up the pressure, but it
crept up slowly anyway.
   Finally, we rolled over so she was on her back.  She locked her ankles
behind my waist and her arms around my back.
   "Cover me, Sorcerer.  Put your weight on me until I can barely breathe
and fuck me hard.  Do us good, my love."
   I transferred a lot of weight onto my hips, crushed her breasts down
firmly with my chest and got my hands beneath her rhythmically-clenching
butt.  We increased our speed and bottomed out solidly against Miss Clitty
while her cervix bounced from the impact.
   Finally, as I drove her hips into the mattress, I let my full weight
down on her pelvis and thrashed side to side across Miss Clitty while I was
bottomed out.  I felt my release coming rapidly and as I swelled up, I
pounded into her hard several times and let it go.
   It put her over the edge and we screamed as I spurted hard deep inside
her.  We flung our hips side to side against each other, pounded several
times more and finally rolled onto our sides so I wouldn't crush her.
   Releases and aftershocks came over us as we floated down the wave.  We
screamed at several of them then they died down a little so we could shriek
and moan instead.
   Leaving our bodies to their sweet rewards, we soared up through the
atmosphere and danced with each other in the solar wind.  We wound
ourselves around and through each other time and time again and rejoiced at
our freshly-renewed love.
   We dropped back down to our bodies and rejoined them.  They'd released
enough energy and had calmed down enough so they were breathing somewhat
normally, rather than gasping for breath.
   I rolled Kathleen over on her back, spread her legs and cleaned her up
with my mouth.  Her glory hole needed *lots* of suction and deep cleaning
with fingers and tongue, so we helped things out with several more releases
which pushed out the "old" and filled it with "new."
   Kathleen cleaned me up with her mouth but Little Bob was really out of
it for now.  "You drained me dry, Sunshine."
   "Yeh!  Ain't it cool!  Since you've gotten me dry and wet again, I've
got to pee before you get your face washed."
   We tried to get up but her legs wouldn't hold her up.  "God, you do me
sooo good, Sorcerer.  Now you get to reap the reward -- carry poor little
me."
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   He gathered me up and while he carried me into the bathroom gave my
boobs and mouth several good solid kisses.  I pushed my boobs back at him
and tried to examine his tonsils with my tongue.
   He lowered me gently on the toilet and I let it go.  While it flowed, I
grabbed him around the neck and we shared gentle kisses while he caressed
my boobs.  Romantic, huh?
   Quick shower, no horseplay.  I was so sensitive all over even the water
seemed too harsh.  God, it's good.
   He told me, "Next time, I get to wash that wonderful hair you managed to
find somewhere.  I like doing it."
   "And I love you doing it.  Tomorrow.  Jaysus, I'll probably be sore all
over -- and I'll love every second!"
   He dried me off gently with my Pooh Bear towel, dried himself off
quickly and held me up long enough to brush my teeth.  He carried me back
into the bedroom while we shared some more warm kisses -- but with not much
tongue.  Time to wind down.
   He put me back in bed and carefully arranged me on my side with a pillow
under my head.  He moved my legs and arms around a little bit then
*admired* me.
   "You get more beautiful every time I see ya, Kat.  Good on ya!"
   "PRRRR!"
   He snuggled behind me, reached around and gently milked my boobs and
nipples so they were warm and tingly.  A bit sore but nice.  We let our
bodies drift off to sleep while he cupped a boob so I wouldn't fall out of
bed and the dust bunnies couldn't smother me.
   We soared away into the sky together.  We headed north and we spent the
night exploring the North Pole and environs.
   We danced in the Northern Lights and created some with, "Kilroy was
here" graffiti.  Let the scientists chew on it for a while!
   We explored the ice and pretended to freeze in the cold -- can a spirit
drip icicles?  We managed.  We dove under the ice, explored the waters and
tormented polar bears, seals and a few whales.  Fun.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Saturday morning 1/21)
   My body woke up first.  Bob still had his wonderful hold on my boob, but
I had to pee badly.  I worked out from underneath him and rolled out of
bed.
   Yep, I was sore, all right.  At least my legs would hold me up now even
if they were stiff.  I wobbled into the bathroom, shut the door, sat down
and let it flow.  Ah!
   As I washed and dried, I developed a *plan*!  I didn't flush (let the
yellow mellow), did a few stretches (it helped) and crept back into bed.
   I slowly pushed Bob over on his back so his morning piss hard-on was
poking up.  Perfect!  I quietly straddled him with my head to his feet then
gobbled him up with my mouth and practiced deep-throating.
   Definitely woke him up!  _"Good morning, sleepyhead."_
   _"Good morning, Sunshine.  What cha doin?"_
   _"Early morning music practice on the skin flute."_
   _"Sure feels like beautiful music to me!  What's this above me?  A
cornucopia of taste?"_
   He pulled my pussy down to his mouth and wet it down with his lips and
tongue.  Oh, my!  A touch of soreness but who cares?  I showed my
appreciation by moaning on his dick (he *liked* it), shivering my hips and
pouring pussy juice on his face.
   Feelin' good!  In retaliation for the pussy juice flood, he kidnapped
Miss Clitty from her bedroom and tried to suffocate her with his mouth.
   Fuck!  Good!  Nice, quick, warm climax!  I moaned around his dick and
tried to get it down my throat again but was extremely distracted.
   Alas, I was undone!  He had an unbreakable grip on my hips and was
licking everything he could reach -- which was from above Miss Clitty all
the way to my pucker hole.  I had to bend my back for him to reach my
pucker, but it was worth it as he stuck his tongue inside and sucked my
nipples out through it.
   Two more climaxes, sharp and good!  He grabbed Miss Clitty again and
molested the poor thing with his mouth and tongue.  I had to abandon his
dick so I could breathe and shriek.  Yes!
   He lubed up a finger, pushed it up my channel and stroked it in and out
while he beat Miss Clitty with his tongue.  He wouldn't let me go until
Miss Clitty made us convulse with joy three more times while I shrieked out
our happiness.  Perfect way to wake up!
   He finally showed me mercy and let me roll off and rest while several
aftershocks flooded us.  "Damn, that's good, Sorcerer."
   "Good for the gander, good for the goose, Sunshine.  I gotta pee."
   I showed him some mercy and let him slink off to the bathroom.  His
tight ass looked as good as ever.
   I followed him in and washed my crotch down as he splashed the toilet
water.  I told him, "You got me all wet again.  Stinker!"
   "Too bad, so sad.  Should I not ever do it again?" He grinned at me.
   He got a big smile in return.  "You'd better do it a LOT!"
   "Yes, Mistress.  I bow in defeat before your unlimited horniness."
   ------
   BOB
   When we'd gotten dressed and out to the kitchen, Mother and Father were
getting their breakfast.
   Mother smirked pleasantly at us.  "Was everything in working order?"
   Kathleen told her, "That...  that *animal* wouldn't let me be!  He
did... unspeakable things to me!"
   I couldn't let the straight line pass.  "Unspeakable, yes but not
indemonstrable."
   Bending her over the table, I grabbed the back of her pants and panties
and tugged down gently.
   "Wanker!  You wouldn't dare!"
   Father told her dryly, "I'd have thought by now you would have learned
what to dare him, Kat."
   "Okay!  Then I dare you *not* to."
   "Sorry!  Can't take the dare." I tugged down until the start of her butt
crack peeked out then wet a finger in my mouth and poked it down an inch.
   Kat squirmed and squealed while trying to kick my shins and stomp on my
feet.  Of course, I was _linked_ snugly enough so I knew where everything
was going and avoided her.
   I let her go altogether and she almost collapsed on the floor.  She
bounced up indignantly, hitched up her pants, grabbed a chair and sat down.
She glared at me.  "Rapist."
   Mother giggled and sniffed.  "What's that wonderful smell?"
   Kathleen's panties were wet and the pheromones were spreading.  She
turned red.  "Shit!  I can't win.  Feed me, slave!"
   Father told her, "No matter what Bob does, Sunshine, you'll always win."
   Kathleen grinned, "Yeh, ain't it great?"
   I made us steak, eggs, toast and coffee.  Kathleen scarfed it down
almost without stopping.  "I've got to get my strength back after that
brutal assault."
   Father said, "Seems you've been assaulted quite frequently.  I vaguely
recall hearing something last night..."
   Mother put in, "It went on for at least an hour."
   Father told us, "And there were a few dim echoes this morning, which
woke Elizabeth up.  She got horny and attacked me."
   Mother rejoined, "Joint display of mutual affection.  Anyway, to ask the
question again, was everything in working order?"
   Kat leered at them.  "Everything we've tested has worked great.  I'm
sore all over except for one place." She leered at me.  "And if you play
your cards right, soon *it* may be sore too." Bigger leer.
   Jaysus she's good at feeding straight lines.  I shrugged my shoulders,
waved my hands a few times and produced a deck of cards.  I shuffled them
and dealt us five cards each.
   "Straight poker, pun intended."
   Kat reddened up again but picked up the cards.  "Don't peek.  Molester!"
   We fanned our cards out and studied them.  She told me, "Give me three."
I slipped them across to her and announced, "I'll stand."
   She picked up her three, studied them and grinned.  She flopped them
down -- four queens.
   "Hmm, not bad." I flipped mine out -- four kings.
   I smirked at her, "I get to be on top."
   Kathleen groaned and held her head in her hands.  I cleaned up our
dishes and slipped them in the dishwasher.  Father did the same for
Mother's and his.
   He told me loudly, "Remember, Bob, men are good for only a few things.
Bring home food.  Cook food.  Serve food.  Wash dishes.  Fuck women."
   Mother and Kat agreed with each other, "YES!  They're *finally* getting
a clue."
   Kat and I told them we insisted on paying them room and board for Kat
since she would be staying here probably 50% of the time.  Like Don and
Ana, they protested.  We prevailed, however and got them to take $1,000 a
month, too.
   Father and I went into the office while Mother and Kat girl-talked.  We
heard lots of giggles and squeals in the next half hour while *we* did some
real work like looking over the renovations/construction schedule for the
next couple of days.  I had a quick one this afternoon and a fairly full
Sunday.  The rest of the week, I scheduled stuff in for me right after
school, before study and dance practice.
   I told Father, "Kathleen and I have a dinner engagement with Evin
Donovan and family tonight, so I'll make sure I get the afternoon one done
in plenty of time."
   "Okay.  How you planning on handing Evin's family?  Same way as you did
Monday?"
   "Kat and I figured we would start out with Kathleen Sunshine from the
start and put all the explanations on Evin.  After all, he's the lawyer."
   Father laughed, "And you convinced him in about an hour in the
hospital."
   "Well, he respects facts.  After Sherry and I got there, we were able to
*show*, not just have Sunshine *tell*, so it made a lot of difference. 
Tonight, I figured we'd do all the show and let Evin practice the tell.  If
any or all of his family become ones of us, he'll need the practice as they
spread out at their school and work."
   "Sort of like reverse vampires, eh?  Except when *we* convert someone,
they become more alive instead of dead."
   ------
   SHERRY (Saturday 1/21)
   Bob and Kathleen shanghaied me for early lunch Saturday.  We ended up at
one of the yuppie oriental places on Palm Avenue; Kathleen insisted she'd
be paying.
   "Bob, when you had money from all the work you'd been doing and Natalie
had only her allowance from a single-income teacher's job, you paid.
   "Now, the situation isn't exactly reversed but according to Uncail Evin
I don't have to worry about money.  So I'm paying.  Period."
   "Yes, Mistress." He looked at her with a big smile.  He said, "Looks as
if we'd better have Evin start working up a pre-nuptial agreement,
Sunshine."
   Kat's eyes got real big.  "We'll just have to see, won't we.  I haven't
heard any offers yet," she said quietly.
   Bob smiled warmly at her, "Don't get your drawers in a too much of a
twist.  But let's say you'd better keep pretty frosty around me."
   Damn that's great!  We've gotten a lot freer and competent since we've
discovered our spirituality, but we're still talking a commitment with
marriage, kids and all that.
   I grinned as I watched them make google-eyes at each other and trade
warm spirit-hugs and _kisses_.  Then they turned around and hugged me.
   I studied Kat; she had the well-fucked look I'd come to recognize.  I
tactfully asked, "Everything in working order?"
   I couldn't believe she would blush.  Okay, different body.
   "Yes, everything we've checked seems to be in working order so far." She
had a big satisfied smile.
Bob: "Four kings..." Huh?
   Kat smacked him hard.  She told me, "Inside joke."
   Bob muttered, "Hmm.  Inside..."
   This time *I* smacked him.  Ouch!  I'd forgotten how hard he was -- his
muscles, that is.
   Kat told me, "Sherry, please don't feel we've forgotten about you.  I've
been so damned busy getting clothes together and getting into school, I
haven't had time to spit -- except to get fucked silly."
   "Don't worry about it, girl.  I know how that stuff happens.  Anyway,
now we're here."
   Kat was as diplomatic as ever.  "So Sherry, how's *your* love life?"
   Damn!  I blushed!  Bob and Kat scooted in closer and locked their eyes
on me while I tried to look innocent.
   The waiter saved me for a few minutes by taking our orders.  Kat ordered
a lot.  "Got to get my strength back.  The rapist there," she glared at
Bob, "keeps attacking me and I'm getting worn out fighting him off."
   Bob practiced his innocent look for a few seconds then they zeroed back
in on me like heat-seeking missiles.
   "And?"
   I squirmed a little.  "I thought about what you and George told us, and
I bet Bob did, too.  Anyway there was no hurry about anything, so I let it
lie.  However, early last Monday afternoon, I uncovered a dastardly plot to
kidnap Bob and me so they could have their way with us."
   Bob and Kat glanced at each other.  Bob gave her his "I dunno" shrug.
   I continued, "Well, by Monday evening, one of the kidnapees was no
longer available."
   Bob suddenly smiled his Bob-smile.  "Sherry, you were lookin' pretty
frisky Wednesday morning.  Somehow I don't think it was all because our
Sunshine put in an appearance."
   Fuck.  I blushed again!
   Kathleen looked really puzzled.  "Obviously you got laid...  but who?"
   Bob grinned at me.  "Don't mind her Sherry; I think she's having a
Kathleen airhead flashback.  Kat, who's had their eye on Sherry for quite a
while who isn't me?"
   She finally got it and squealed, "Don"
   I nodded quickly and blushed again.  "And Ana."
   Kat's mouth was open.  "The witch!  I was with her a lot this week and
there wasn't even a *hint*."
   I told her, "I think she's been savoring the moment.  You and Bob have
put so much over on them they probably figured it was their turn."
   Kat said incredulously, "Well, Jaysus fuck me 'til I'm dry!  I'll be
damned.  Both of them?"
   "Yep.  It was great!"
   Kat said with a big smile, "I bet you know now how Janet or Bellana
feels when she gets double-teamed.  Well, you appear happy about the whole
thing.  When did this all go down, pun intended?"
   I've got to control my blushing!  "Well, Monday night was shot to shit
because you two were there, but they snatched me up -- pun intended --
Tuesday after they got back from dance class."
   "Woo!  Bob and I were busy that night at his place."
   "Yeh.  We knew."
   "So are you getting together with them again?"
   How *does* she do it?  I blushed again.  "Put it in the past tense.  Any
night you haven't been there..."
   Kathleen and I _whispered_ girl-talk back and forth while Bob stuffed
his face and looked tolerant.
   Kat finally asked him, "Bob, did you know *anything* about this?"
   Bob grinned.  "No.  I think escaped Sherry's fate-worse-than-death by
only a whisker.  Monday afternoon when I talked with Ana about having you
stay there, we jokingly propositioned each other.  Sunshine, if you hadn't
shown up last week, I would have been more than willing."
   Kathleen grinned at us both.  "Don't count it out entirely even now. 
After we get settled in, we may show up one night.  Now how would a
five-some work?"
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   Leone and I got together while Bob went off on a gig.  We met over at
Ana's; I got us sodas and snacks then quizzed her.
   "Leone, why aren't you in the Inner Circle?  Granted you act the
Princess but it wouldn't make any difference."
   She looked a little uncomfortable, so I waited a little.
   "Come on, before I beat your bum red."
   She wiggled her eyebrows in mock anticipation then laughed.  "Okay. 
Actually, Bob has asked me several times, but I've always backed off."
   "Uh huh." I waited some more.
   She actually pinked up on me.  Leone?  Embarrassed?  No way.  "Talk to
this goy girl, Honey!" I told her.
   She answered reluctantly, "It was actually all about Bob." She paused
for a bit.  "I wanted to be with him so much and he never really took a
shine to me that way.  I couldn't take being around him much without things
going any further so I pretty much kept my distance.
   "Every six months or so, I'd come by and give him a pass.  It was always
basically a 'no thanks' in the politest way possible -- you saw the last
one.
   "I saw how you and he behaved together then he got Mark and me together
and all that's history.  I still treasure Bob's friendship, but found out
I've got it even worse for Mark -- and he can and does reciprocate.
   "Anyway, I'm a Senior now, so it wouldn't do a lot of good to start in
on something which'll be over in four months or so."
   I told her, "Bullshit.  How about you and Mark start coming around?  Not
only will we find you a lot to do, but I've also got a feeling the fact
some of us'll be graduating soon doesn't really matter.  This stuff has
already expanded beyond McCambridge, so you and Mark might as well be in on
the ground floor."
   I gave her a big grin.  "Besides, we've found a *lot* of stuff I think
you two would be interested in learning about.  Ever think of dancing on
moonbeams or singing in the sunshine -- fifty miles up?"
   Now *that* got some interest.  "You guys found out a bit more than how
to wave the Wand and bring you back to life somehow, right?"
   "Yep, but it's all related.  Come around.  At the very least, we'll get
you up to speed on the good stuff.  In addition, you can give everyone a
lesson; looks and actions may not necessarily reveal what's underneath. 
How about you put the moves on Steven a little bit and we'll play it by
ear?"
   She had a big smile.  "Agreed.  Mark and I will breeze by Monday; if it
looks cool, I'll act like we're trying to get Steven into a two-on-one for
a quickie!"
   Chapter 6
   RIONA DONOVAN (Saturday 1/21)
   Thankfully, Father warned us he was bringing Kathleen to the restaurant
for dinner.  Ever since she woke up, we've been dreading meeting her again.
   Granted, she's our first cousin and a little older, but she's so hard to
get along with.  She's not nasty or unpleasant but it's like babysitting a
real little kid.  She's so dense!
   We did go to the hospital once to "visit." As we expected, Kathleen just
lay there and did nothing.  Even for Kathleen, it was uninspiring.
   Dad was much happier after she woke up.  He's been bouncing around,
grinning at everything and having a great time.  Even if she's hard to deal
with, it apparently does make the estate much easier to handle.  Since our
income depends on the J.R.  Donovan Company, we did want to see it go
right.
   In the afternoon, Father got us together one last time before the "big
event." He began with, "Now, you'll probably find Kathleen has changed some
from when you last met.  She's more...  let's see how I can say it..."
   Probably Mother, Alyssa and I all thought, "More of an airhead?  How
would that be possible?" But we politely kept our mouths shut.
   "Focused.  I guess it's one way to put it.  Anyway, remember she lost
both parents only ten days ago by her calendar so we need to make some
allowances.
   "Another thing, she wanted to bring her boyfriend along with her to
'protect' her, as she says."
   "Jim Phillips?" Even Mother couldn't quite keep her distaste hidden.
   "No, this one's a very distant cousin if he's at all related.  I've met
him a few times and he's actually quite tolerable.  Apparently they met
before the accident but we never heard of him.  Jim Phillips is not only
history, he's so ancient-history there's only dim legends about how big a
wanker he was."
   He told us wryly, "I know you three enjoy her company as much as I do,
it's why I decided the best place to meet would be on neutral territory. 
We do need to do this just to keep peace in the family."
   We agreed to *try* to be pleasant to her.
   We took two cars just in case some of us couldn't take it any more and
had to split.  We were going to Tony Roma's, probably because they were
somewhat used to children, even if one of them was well over five feet
tall. Usually there's extensive cleanup involved after Kathleen eats. 
Klutz!
   The greeter led us back to an out-of-the way table.  Guess they didn't
want too much excitement in the main room.
   I saw the back of a couple; the man with short jet-black hair and the
other, female, with long familiar red hair the exact color as mine.  As we
got within a few steps, the man stood up and pulled the chair out for the
woman.  She stood up and turned to us.  Kathleen.  And she hadn't knocked
the chair over or fallen over when she stood up!
   ------
   SIOBHAN DONOVAN
[Author: from my references, this is pronounced "shi VAWN".]
I couldn't believe it.  When Kathleen turned to us, she wasn't drooling
and didn't have her all-too-familiar "vague" look.  She looked right at us
and gave us one of the warmest smiles I'd ever gotten from anyone!
   She turned her eyes to me and it seemed like she inspected me all the
way back to the first time I'd trimmed my muff.  Gave me a shiver, it did!
   "Aintin Siobhan!  Thank you so much for coming!" she told me warmly. 
Wow!  Kathleen didn't know a word of Irish Gaelic, much less had ever said
my name properly.  I think my disbelief must have been written across my
face with neon lights, because as she hugged me lightly, she whispered in
my ear, "Uncail Evin will explain everything.  Just relax and enjoy."
   "Col Riona!  Col Alyssa!  So nice of you to tolerate me for a few
minutes.  I've been looking forward to seeing you again."
   Both the girls just bug-eyed her before mumbling something; they were
astonished, too.
   ------
   RIONA DONOVAN
   Em, holy shit!  She was gorgeous!  She looked at me as if she knew all
about the guys under the bleachers and Alyssa and me -- and thought it was
all good fun!  She hugged me and whispered, "Thanks for coming, Riona. 
Your father can explain everything.  For now, just enjoy."
   Kathleen would usually give me the most embarrassing full-frontal hug
imaginable, squash my boobs against hers and pull my head into her greasy,
rancid hair.  This time, she gave me a pleasant, lean-forward little
squeeze, and her hair smelled like real hair!
   She hugged Alyssa the same way, and she was as surprised as I'd been
when she didn't have to stop breathing to avoid the smell.
   Kathleen stood back and introduced us to the guy.  "This is my *very*
good friend, Bob Reynolds.  We met before that stupid accident so you never
got to meet him.  Bob, this is my Aintin Siobhan, Col Riona and Col
Alyssa."
   We finally were able to tear our gazes off her and look at him.  Jaysus,
what a guy!  Black Irish to a fault, just under six feet and looking like
he could pull the door off a safe with one finger.  He glowed with
enthusiasm and life!  Drool!
   He took Mom's hand lightly and rattled off something to her in Irish so
rapidly and softly I only caught Kathleen's name.  Whatever it was, she
blushed!
   He took my hand next, looked deeply into me (God, it felt as if he
inspected my life back to the first time I'd peed in my diaper) and told me
softly, "Kathleen must have forgotten to mention the inner glow you have
which makes you so stunningly irresistible." My blush joined Mom's!
   He took Alyssa's hand and said something softly to her, too.  Alyssa
promptly went red, too.
   He gestured at the table.  "Shall we, ladies?"
   He took Kathleen's hand, spun her slowly like a dancer and lowered her
into her chair.  She didn't fall down, look dizzy, or even complain.  She
did the spin like she'd been doing it every day of her life.
   Instead of the usual push-the-chair-and-scoot most men do, he put a hand
on each side of her chair seat and lifted Kathleen's 130+ pounds up a
couple inches and eased her forward to the table where he let her down
without the slightest bump.
   Kathleen gave him a blazing smile which warmed even me and gave him a
little kiss on the cheek.  Usually her "kisses" were either dry sterile
pecks or open-mouth slobbers.  Not this one!
   Father did Mother's chair and Bob did ours.  He lifted us as easily as
he'd done Kathleen.  Alyssa and I glanced at each other -- unbelievable!
   Kathleen chatted away like a real person.  She seemed to know what
school, grade and major we were in and appeared to be very interested in
how we were doing.
   When we asked how she was doing, she told us, "Well, my ankle's still a
bit fragile so I have to watch out I don't run too fast from Bob.  I'm
still a little weak from being on my back in bed for six weeks; I wouldn't
have minded the six weeks so much, except Bob wasn't in there with me."
   Kathleen and sexual innuendos?  Can't be said in the same sentence.  Bob
grinned a little bit and stroked her hand.
   They kept touching each other too.  I'd seen Mother and Father doing the
same thing after a romantic evening -- lean the shoulders lightly together,
touch the sides of the hands together, touch the arm, hands, face.  They
gave off this glow of happiness.
   Somehow my mouth just said it, "You two are *really* together, aren't
you?"
   Kathleen looked at us, gave a little shiver and moaned, "Oh, *yeh.*" I
got a sudden sensation of my hard nipples and breasts willing crushed
against a solid chest and strong, gentle hands caressing my arse.
   God what a rush!  My nipples crinkled up like tin foil and my pussy
watered.  Suddenly I was hot!
   Bob looked at me with a warm smile and seemed to tell me, _"It gets even
better..."_
   I soaked my panties.
   ------
   ALYSSA DONOVAN
   Kathleen looked at me, and it felt like she knew all about Riona and me
-- and didn't think it was weird at all!  We ordered and ate.  Kathleen ate
like she'd been doing it all her life.  Not a joke; usually she'd inspect
each utensil like she'd never seen one before, cautiously poke at something
and either spill half of it on her or the floor before she got it in her
mouth.
   Not now.  She talked, ate and gazed lovingly at Bob all at the same
time. Not believable.
   Somehow Kathleen got Mom, Riona and me to agree to come over to Bob's
study group on Monday for a few minutes to meet some of his and Kathleen's
friends.  Kathleen actually had friends!
   ------
   SIOBHAN
   The odd part was after a while, Kathleen would say something to us but
we didn't hear her.  Instead, it was like we could tell exactly what each
other was thinking.
   _"What are your plans now, Kathleen?"_
   _"I'm rooming with a very nice family in Burbank and going to go to
Bob's school, McCambridge."_
   _"McCambridge!  It has one of the highest scholastic averages in
California!"_
   _"Yeh and Bob's one of the main tutors.  He *tutors* me really well..."
Flash of intense lovemaking and ecstatic orgasms._
   _"Jaysus!"_ I got a hot jolt right down through my clit.
   The girls and Evin were doing it too.  By the time we'd finished
dessert, we hadn't actually spoken a word to each other in ten minutes but
had been talking in our heads.  It seemed so natural by then!
   Bob was immensely deep and rich, with strength of character I've rarely
seen in anyone.  Kathleen glowed with a richness and depth I could only
hope I'd someday achieve.  She'd completely changed.
   Bob had been looking at Riona and Alyssa all evening.  I'll admit, they
were good-looking girls, but he wasn't looking at *that*.  He seemed to
look underneath the facade most teenagers wear at the persons underneath --
and he was *admiring* them and *approving* of them!
   He must have caught me thinking about it; maybe the way I looked. 
_"Siobhan, your depth of life, sense of loyalty and your ethics have helped
make both them and Evin what they are today.  You are *all* very wonderful
people."_
   Jaysus!  Does he ever let up?
   When we _said_ our final goodbyes, Bob told us, _"Uncail Evin will
explain most of it to you and on Monday, we'll *show* you and help you
remember more.  The adventure is just beginning."_
   We were all pretty quiet on the way home.  It lasted until we dragged
Evin into the den and grilled him.
   It came down to, "What the hell happened to her?  To us?  She's a real
person now, not a brick."
   He waved us to seats.  _"Ladies, you've 'remembered' in the last hour
how to communicate as we are now doing."_
   He told us about Bob and Natalie, Sunshine and the Sorcerer (no shit!),
spirits and bodies, death and birth then how Kathleen had gotten around the
eternal cycle.
   Riona said, "Now *that's* a story I'd class as a pure Irish fairy tale,
except I've experienced most of the proof directly.  Now, why can't she
stay here with us?  We've got plenty of room."
   It had been in the back of my mind for a few minutes, too.
   Evin told her, "Well, let's say we pulled you out of school for a few
weeks, died your hair, plumped you up a little bit and gave your face a bit
of plastic surgery so you no longer looked like Riona Donovan.  Would you
still *be* Riona Donovan?"
   "Of course."
   "Same with Sunshine.  The difference is she got an entirely new body. 
The person is still her.  Now, after your plastic surgery, we want to put
you back in school.  Would you rather be in your current school where
you're familiar with almost everyone, including a boyfriend who loved you
to pieces and knew who you *really* were -- even if the rest didn't
recognize you -- or go to a different school?"
   "Yeh.  I see your point."
   Alyssa asked, "Is she coming to visit again?"
   Evin gave us his best sleazy-lawyer look and theatrically rubbed his
hands together.
   "The Donovans' will left their shares to Kathleen.  Legal identity rests
in the body, not the spirit; the legal system doesn't know diddly-squat
about it.
   "Kathleen's already expressed a great interest in helping run JRD and
that's before she has any idea how much money she controls.  Jarlath and
Ronnad are gone, Kathleen slips in all nice and legal, and things go on
their merry way.
   "There will probably be lots of back and forth visits.  Her friends are
something special you've never run into before and I'm betting Bob can
bring a lot to the company.  Let's table it until after Monday when we
visit the Inner Circle, as others call them."
   So we did.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Saturday night 1/21)
   The dinner with the Donovans went well.  All of them remembered easily
and by the time we were done, they were _talking_ with us.  Betcha by
Monday, Evin will have them outside!
   We played it pretty straight with them.  Pure Kathleen Sunshine all the
way.  As David had said once, "Dazzle them with dancing and baffle them
with bullshit."
   By the time we got back to Bob's place (bet we knew where Sherry was!),
I was dragging the body along.  I apologized to Bob, "Honey, I know I
implied tonight..."
   "Whisht.  Not an issue; we've got years ahead of us.  Now, let's get you
into something more comfortable," gentle leer, "and I'll try to massage
some of the soreness out."
   What a deal!  We managed to get my clothes off and hung up without me
falling on the floor.  The "something more comfortable" was my skin.  Bob
had me lie on the bed face down with pillows under my shoulders and tummy
so my boobs hung down.  He told me, "We don't want to squash the goodies
and it's easier on the neck."
   He produced a can of baby powder.  "Next best thing to massage oil. 
We'll get some of that later."
   He lifted my hair off my back, kissed it and my neck and laid it aside.
He sprinkled a little bit of baby powder on my shoulders and began.
   Almost as good as sex!  He could _feel_ exactly where and how hard to
rub and a lot of the soreness eased away.  He didn't spare any part.
   He turned me over and did the front.  He even massaged my scalp, sans
baby powder.  When he got to my boobs, he somehow moved them around and got
to the muscles underneath.  Then he grinned at me, sprinkled some power on
them and milked them up until they were tingling very nicely, thank you
very much.
   He skipped my pussy, too.  "I don't think massaging it will have the
effect we're after right now."
   By the time he was done, I was a limp rag.  He took a towel and gave me
a quick wipe-off, turned off the lights and snuggled up behind me.  He
caressed my boobs again to get them and my nipples up and tingling then we
let the bodies drift off to sleep while he cupped my boob so I wouldn't
float away in the night.
   Popping outside, we went down to Antarctica and made snowmen in the
middle of an ice field (ever see a snow man and a snow woman doing it doggy
style?).  It's similar to the North Pole, except it's over a land mass
instead of ocean.  We had a snowball fight (can a snowball splat over a
spirit?), which I won of course.
   ------
   (Sunday 1/22)
   My body was still a little stiff when I woke up (part of Bob was stiff,
too!) but a few stretches after I'd peed helped it a lot.  I was feeling
magnanimous so I let Bob pee before I attacked him.
   We had a fun, frolicking fuck for a half hour before I passed out.  He
sucked me clean, got dressed and left for his first gig.  Just like a man;
gives a girl a dozen orgasms then loses interest!
   I got some breakfast, girl-talked with Elizabeth a bit then found some
un-dress pants, shirt and shoes.  I talked with Dave a few minutes then
putted off in my Beemer.
   I tracked Bob down at his second gig.  "Your Apprentice has arrived. 
I'm not much good but I can supervise."
   "You sure can.  I'm still plenty leery about your ankle, so I'll keep it
in mind."
   Lots of things I could do without working my ankle over too much. 
Wiring, plumbing, painting, screwing (drywall, that is).  We kept _linked_
so he could give me any direction I needed.
   We tooled around together to the rest of the gigs; by the last one, I
was pretty tired.  Bob was both concerned and not.  "We've been putting
your body through quite a bit the last several days so getting tired is
expected.  Pretty soon, you'll be able to keep up and even wear me out like
Natalie used to do."
   Right!  Wear him out?  I couldn't remember a time when I wore him out on
anything!
   I had a quick _talk_ with Sherry, _"You planning on wearing out Don and
Ana tonight?  If you are, Bob and I will stay over at his place."_
   _Laugh.  Perky nips.  "Actually, they begged off tonight.  Seems Don has
this little thing called 'school' in the morning."_
   _"Okay, honey.  We'll go tease them a little bit and make like we don't
know a thing about you guys.  See you in the morning."_
   _"See ya."_
   Bob and I bought pizza and stuff back to Ana's.  We ate, chatted,
laughed and we brought them up to date on all we'd been doing, including
lunch with Sherry.
   I think we made them squirm a little.  I told them, "Ana, I'm concerned
a little bit about Sherry.  I know losing George affected her and I'd
really like to see her, em, get back in the saddle again.  Bob and I
haven't thought of anyone she'd be compatible with yet, even for a quickie
relationship to keep the horniness down."
   We totally got them!  We discussed the situation thoroughly and
underneath they were squirming around like puppies next to a puddle on the
floor.
   Remember, Bob had *years* of experience reading emotions and picking out
stuff and he'd worked with his father a lot in the area recently.  After
all, David had over twenty years experience himself!
   Several weeks before, Dave and Bob had taught me how to hide stuff in me
without it being apparent or putting it behind a firewall.  It was more an
attitude than a sealing off or resistance -- like when you don't remember
where you put your car keys, look for them for an hour then find them in
plain sight on the kitchen table.  You just don't think to look there. 
Purloined letter to the max!
   Ana took another look at my body.  "Doing fine.  Being tired is to be
expected.  The ankle looks about 80% there -- you can start working it a
little more."
   We finally told them we were going to bed; I was so tired I was nodding
off.  Bob asked them to keep the love-making down to a dull roar tonight if
they could.
   Bob gave me a quick massage to relax me -- wonderful!  He licked my
diddies carefully and got my nipples up nicely hard.
   He molested me!  He slipped down between my legs, licked my pussy slowly
and thoroughly then sweet-talked Miss Clitty out for a quick walk.  We had
two sweet, smooth, relaxing orgasms which really made me limp.  It may not
have made *him* limp, but he stroked my boobs and nipples up again so they
were tingling, spooned up behind me, soft-cuddled a diddy so the
leprechauns wouldn't carry me away, and we drifted off to sleep.
   After we popped outside, we explored part of Rome.  Found a lot of bones
under the Coliseum, twisted rats' tails, spied on necking tourists and
joined several people having late dinners.
   ------
   SIOBHAN
   All day Sunday, the four of us practiced what we'd "remembered." It got
easier each time; we could be blocks away at the store or somewhere and
_talk_ to another one of us at home!
   Sunday night, Evin and I had some of the greatest love-making we'd had
since we'd been together -- and that's been almost twenty years!  When we
talked about it later, we had been _sharing_ our emotions and sensations
with one another!
   He felt what I felt when he sucked my nipples and caressed my pussy.  I
felt what he felt when he put his tool into me so slowly it almost made me
cry in frustration.  We were _sharing_ each other's love, happiness and
even our dreams.
   When I came, he felt it too!  I _felt_ the pleasure he was having in
giving me pleasure and everything fed back and forth so much we almost lost
control.
   I came continuously and so hard I screamed with every breath I could get
in while our bodies locked up, thrashed around then relaxed for a few
seconds before the next wave struck.
   I must have screamed for at least ten minutes.  After the first thirty
seconds or so, we _felt_ Riona and Alyssa _peeking_ in, being concerned.
   We told them, _"Just you two wait.  When you get in this position,
you'll find out."_
   The minxes just giggled at us.  _"Which position is that, Mom?  Top or
bottom?"_
   They went off and left us alone trying to fuck each other to death.
   Fifteen minutes or so later, we heard some loud moaning coming from
their room.  When we _peeked,_ they were in a tight 69 and coming up a
storm!  We _felt_ they were _sharing_ their emotions and sensation, just
like Evin and I had.
   "Reminds me of what my sister and I did for quite a while, except it
wasn't as good as what they're experiencing," I told Evin.
   He leered, "Invite her over some afternoon and teach her.  If you need
help..." He got a bigger leer.  He'd always liked my sister.
   I smacked him pretty good.  I told him with a grin, "Not in front of the
children!"
   "That's why I suggested the afternoon -- they're in school."
   "Pervert!" But, hmm, it *is* an idea.
   ------
   BOB (Monday 1/23)
   Monday at lunch, Leone and Mark came by to chat.  Leone gave us big hugs
(spiritual and physical) then hit on Steven!
   Jaysus, she was good!  Subtle, nipples looking him right in the eyes,
hips and bosom twitching.  Poor guy didn't know whether to run screaming or
to surrender totally.  Lucia didn't help, either.  She encouraged him then
got reluctant.  After several switches back and forth, she told them all,
"Okay then!  Only if I get to watch!"
   Steven was speechless and red down to his shirt.  Lucia told Leone and
Mark she'd handle him and just to be patient -- she'd get back to them.
   Kathleen clued me in "under the table." She suggested we invite Leone
and Mark to our Monday night study to bring them up to date, so I caught up
with Leone near the end of the day.
   "You guys are good!" I told her.  "Poor Steven's completely up in the
air.  Now, are you guys available this evening for a few hours around
7:00?"
   Turns out they were, so they agreed to show up at Ana's.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Monday evening 1/23)
   I picked up several of my new bras right after school.  I dragged Bob
along and made him approve of the fit and results.  We _felt_ the saleslady
grinning inside after Bob adjusted his pants for the third time in as many
minutes.
   A couple weren't quite right so we sent them back for more work.  The
rest were great!  No more pinching!
   The special sports bra was in, too, so they made a casting over my
boobs. Bob said he was going to be *very* careful about hugging me while we
were on a gig!
   We had *lots* of people at study.  Over the past couple months, our
study nights had increasingly become Inner Circle and parents meetings
where we discussed what we've learned and made plans for the future.
   Tonight, we had six additional people; all four Donovans plus Leone and
Mark.  We overflowed the dining room and had standing room only in the
living room.  Jaysus, we're going to need to rent a hall just to get
everyone in!
   The Donovans had "remembered" a hell of lot since Saturday night.  They
were all able to be outside and converse mentally with the best of us --
still some leakage but it's easily handled.
   Alyssa and Riona eyeballed Steven, Bob and Henry really hard -- we
"old-timers" _felt_ their admiration and lust.  They weren't afraid to
appreciate the girls, either; there was *no* doubt they were bisexual.
   Bob called us to order around seven thirty (after some study time) and
introduced the Donovans around to everyone as "Kathleen's 'new' relatives,
who are a shining example of intelligence and beauty."
   He gave a great Groucho Marx leer at the ladies and said, "Evin's
probably beautiful but I know where *my* preferences are!" There were three
pink faces and six hard nipples showing from the Donovans' distaff side!
   Chapter 7
   SIOBHAN (Monday evening 1/23)
   After observing a lot of discussion and _sharing_ quite a lot of
information with several of these wonderful spirits, I put my two cents
worth in.  "I know I'm a total newcomer here, but may I make some
observations?" I asked them.
   Bob replied, "Certainly, Siobhan.  The mere fact you are here and have
remembered many of your abilities makes you one of us and part of 'this
thing of ours.' There are others who've remembered, but they are not
directly supporting us as all the spirits gathered here are doing."
   "Thank you, Bob.  From what my husband has told me and many of you have
filled in as to your group's history, my conclusion is this group is not
just a gathering of interested people.  It is actually a family, an Irish
'clann.'
   "As a clann, you have gone through times and troubles together which
might well have split an ordinary family apart.  You intervened as a group
and faced pure evil while you saved lives and brought criminals to justice
-- and not just for crimes against some of your clann.  You lost two of
your people in a tragic accident, yet you all remained together under Bob's
leadership and carried on the work you'd chosen.
   "You helped others in the earthquake.  An ordinary family would probably
been buried in grief and would actually have been *unable* to be effective.
   "Instead, *all* of you came together and carried on the tradition of
help and assistance you've had for years.  Overcoming this tragedy has
welded you all into a true clann, a group knowingly dedicated to each other
and to helping others become the best they can.  These are truly noble and
worthwhile purposes and traditions.
   "George and Natalie, I mean Sunshine, actually surviving the tragedy
lessened the impact considerably but nonetheless, it still had a broad
effect on you all.  You could have easily broken apart and gone your
separate ways.
   "When Sunshine found a way to return through Kathleen Donovan you could
have said something like, 'Oh, that's neat,' and basically ignored her. 
Instead, the clann not only welcomed her back enthusiastically, but you
also invited my family, the Donovans, to join you.
   "What I propose is this group knowingly recognize itself as a true clann
and recognize Bob Reynolds as the Clann 'Ceann', the Clann Head or Clann
Leader.
   "Since this is a truly unique group of freed spirits, I propose we study
other clan's traditions and adopt or create them to be part of us.  There
will probably be female Clann Ceanns.  The same principles will hold for
them.
   "For example, in the Appalachians there are still many Irish clanns
extant.  Their traditions may seem strange to outsiders but they're
workable.  You already have some similar traditions.  For example, the Wild
Bunch over here.
   "Evin, you need either to close your ears and mind for a while or excuse
yourself."
   He mused, "Hmm.  The way you're talking, I think I'll go find a cup of
coffee at the Media Center.  I won't be so tempted to listen."
   He grabbed his coat and left grinning.  "Let me know when it's safe to
re-enter the lions' den."
   "Okay, guys, the reason I asked Evin to leave is he would have had a
major ethical conflict.  You know he's a Bar-licensed lawyer and as such,
is required to report any knowledge he has of a 'crime' to the
'authorities.' Client-lawyer privilege modifies it somewhat but this Clann
is not his client...  yet.
   "The Wild Bunch are all fourteen years old and are legally minors.  Yet,
they have a committed, three-way relationship which would shame 98% of the
current marriages in this society for its stability and viability.  They
are freely exchanging sexual relations, sleeping in each other's homes and
beds and all have the knowing consent of their parents.  Legal dynamite!
   "Steven and Lucia, sweet as they are, are in the same situation as legal
minors.  The only ones who are legally 'safe' are those eighteen or older
and even that might be 'iffy,' since they have knowledge of supposed
'crimes.'
   "I've known the adults or parents only this evening, yet I haven't felt
or heard the slightest hint that *any* of them have any issues with these
'illegal' -- and to most of society, immoral -- relationships.  Instead,
they whole-heartedly support them all.
   "Most of these relationships, I understand, are less than a month old. I
would wager, however, they've already discussed having sexual relationships
with others, including the adults.  While they have not yet acted on it to
my knowledge, I have no doubt it will eventually happen.
   "What you have here is a group, a clann intelligent enough to recognize
morality for what it is -- a set of guidelines established to promote the
survival of the group *and* the individuals.  We must codify it so it's
clearly understood and can be passed on.
   "You may have the beginnings of what Heinlein called a 'line marriage'
or an extended family.  People marry in, leave, others join, babies are
born and all are cared for by the group.  A person could leave the group on
extended travel for years, yet return and be welcomed back.  The marriage
will survive for ages.
   "The Inner Circle, as it is called, was originally only in McCambridge
High School and has mainly kept its activities there.  It has changed
already with the Donovans who are in another school district entirely. 
Perhaps Alyssa and Riona will start a similar tutoring or helping group in
their school.  In any case, if they choose, they're still part of this
Clann.
   "Blake and Louise work in yet another school's district.  I have no
doubt their mental shenanigans there have gotten others remembering.
   "So, I nominate Righteous Bob Reynolds to be the Clann Ceann, the Clan
Leader.  Is there a second?"
   Everyone but Bob immediately said, "I second."
   "Any other nominations?"
   Silence.
   "All in favor?"
   All but Bob: "Aye!"
   "Opposed?  Bob, keep your trap shut!"
   Silence.
   "Well, Mr.  Bob, you are now officially the Clann Ceann, the family
head, the Clan Leader, the Johnny Ray, the head honcho, the boss.  I
propose a committee to examine and establish his duties and
responsibilities.  Do I hear volunteers?"
   Elizabeth, Ana and Don volunteered right away.
   Bob said, "By definition, Siobhan, you're also volunteered."
   Kathleen told us, "I may be prejudiced but the committee might also want
to consult Aileen and Donal Brady, Ana's parents.  They lived in Ireland
much of their lives and are very familiar with clann customs.  *And*
they're ones of us."
   Ana said, "Hear, hear.  I'm sure we will do that."
   I continued, "Great.  Others may be added as needed.  Okay, the first
possible duty is the real reason I asked Evin to haul ass out of here.
   "The Clann Ceann shall have both the right and duty to have sexual
relations with every member of the opposite sex in the Clann at least once.
   "Reason?  Consensual sex is a *trusting* relationship.  If you cannot
trust your Ceann enough for you, as a female in this case, to have a sexual
liaison with him at least once, how will you trust him enough to make life
and death decisions for you, your mate and children and the Clann?
   "As a spouse or Significant Other, if you cannot trust your mate to have
sex with the Ceann and yet still love and trust them, what does *that* say
about how strong your relationship really is?  Do you trust your Ceann in a
life and death situation?
   "Remember, you had a situation *exactly like that* not quite three weeks
ago?  Did you trust Bob's decisions or orders then?
   "Okay, let's get some initial reactions.  Don, how would you feel if two
minutes from now, Bob slung Ana across his shoulder, carried her into your
own bedroom and fucked her brains out?"
   Applause.  "DO IT!  Don't even wait two minutes!"
   Don laughed his ass off.  "First, Bob wouldn't have to assert his right.
All he'd have to do is make a slight suggestion, and Ana would be all over
him.  She's had the hots for him since the first minute she met him and has
said so on several occasions.
   "Second, he wouldn't fuck her brains out.  They'd make love so
wonderfully she'd be shaking for a week; she'd come back to me so horny I
wouldn't get any sleep for a month.
   "How would I *feel*?  Perfectly happy."
   Applause.  Ana asked eagerly, "Can we go *now*, Bob?"
   More applause.
   I continued.  "Okay, maybe they were a special circumstance.  Blake, how
about you?  Would you tolerate the Ceann having sex with your wife?"
   Blake told us, "Very interesting question and I'd better answer it
correctly or I'll be dry for a year at least.  First, Louise isn't my wife,
though we're correcting that soon..."
   Applause, shouts and cheers!
   "More importantly, she's my mate.  We're in a committed relationship. 
Henry, Janet and Bellana are mates.  Steven and Lucia are mates.  Neither
their age nor marital status has anything to do with it.
   "How would I feel?  Well, let's modify the 'duty' to be a 'custom.'
There may be personalities or actual chemistry which wouldn't be able
easily to tolerate such an act between them.  Modify those 'rights' and
'duties' to be highly-respected 'customs.' That way, there's only some peer
pressure and a person's own sensibilities to make it happen.
   "If Louise spent a very happy hour, evening, night or day with Bob, I
would be honored.  Since it is a custom, not a duty or responsibility, I
would feel proud he considered Louise to be a person worthy of and
desirable enough even to be considered.
   "Even now, the Inner Circle has something similar; it's Bob's Seal of
Approval.  The ladies who receive the seal *earn* it; they don't get it as
a right.  Bob gives it voluntarily.  This simply extends the
already-existing tradition to an intimate physical relationship."
   Sherry told us, "That's correct.  We choose the ladies based on what
they've done, what they've achieved or the high standard they represent. 
The tradition is, they don't ask."
   Blake continued, "In addition, note the Bob Seal of Approval is given
during a dance -- a social function often described as 'tolerated foreplay'
and has levels even within it.  If he gives a girl a kiss, she gets another
level.  Suppose the Ceann asks Louise every year, every couple months, or
every couple weeks.  Would that be even more honor?
   "If he's requesting every couple days, it might be grounds for an
inquiry into an abuse of a custom or into the strength of our
relationship."
   I said, "Okay.  Papa Sonora?"
   Papa Sonora told us, "The Sonoras come from hundreds of years of a
tradition of loyalty and courage.  When my family came creeping into
Burbank like hunted dogs, Big Dave honored me with his trust and
friendship. Righteous Bob honored us with his friendship, his trust, his
love and by working long hours on our behalf with no economic return.  Both
of my girls, I believe, would have willingly made love with him.  His honor
and his ethics led him to not even consider it.
   "Now, if my sweet woman were asked, I am sure we would be honored by
such a gift and would cherish its memory."
   Applause.
   "Thank you.  Now, a bit of a stickler.  David, laying aside the current
society's taboo on incest for a moment, how would you feel?"
   Dave said, "You just got me by the balls, Siobhan.  Shit.  Em, well,
we've been Irish for centuries.  Granted, it's been a genetic line -- my
family hasn't been 'traditional' Irish for at least two generations before
us.  However, I've grown up knowing some legends and traditions of many of
the Irish clanns.  My grandfather and I had many long discussions about
traditions similar to what you've described.
   "The final analysis is that it works.  It works for the very reasons
you've pointed out, Siobhan, even if they didn't know the true reasons.  If
we can't trust our leader to do right with our mate, how can we trust him
in times of crisis?
   "During this earthquake, Bob didn't say, "Father, what should we do?"
Instead he said, "Father, we must do this." He *is* the leader of the
Clann. Being it's a custom and not a duty makes past problems the tradition
has caused in other clans diminish.
   "If my Ceann requested my mate, I would be honored beyond words he
considered her both worthy and *desirable* enough to ask to make love with
her."
   Applause.  "Well said!"
   "Leone, I understand you've never been here before, but the fact you are
probably means you know Bob.  How would you feel about doing the wild thing
with the Family Head?"
   Lenore laughed loud and long.  "My family's like Bob's in a way.  We're
genetically Jewish but the religion and culture is really lip service. 
Interestingly enough, we've got customs going back thousands of years
similar to what you're proposing -- the family Patriarch, families living
together under the same roof, that sort of stuff.
   "We also whisper about similar sexual customs in the middle of the
night! Some of those Patriarchs apparently were pretty casual about who
they slept with -- and it was accepted as a right.
   "Me personally, I've known Bob for years.  I've had the hots for him for
a long time, but I've also come to respect him for his abilities, his
honesty and his ethics.
   "Mark and I've discussed this -- if Bob so much as raised an eyebrow at
me, I'd drag him off to bed.  Now, that's *Bob*.  The male Clann Ceann
you're talking about down the line will probably have to be at least as
good as he is, just to be the Ceann.  Go for it."
   "Mark?"
   Mark told us, "I've known Bob only a year or so, but I would be honored
a person of such caliber would desire my woman and wish to make love with
her.  Not sex, love."
   "Great!  Let's go to the 'illegal' relationships.  Lucia, if Bob
requested you go for a roll in the hay, how would you feel?"
   Lucia spoke loudly, "HOT DAMN!  My nipples would tear holes in my
clothes and I'd be able to put out forest fires with my water!  Steven is
my Caballero, my true love, but Mr.  Bob has a special place in my heart
because of his ethics and honor.  I'd find out in a hurry if my ankles fit
behind my neck!"
   Applause.  "Get out the fire extinguishers!  Get the water buckets!"
   "Em...  I guess it answers the question.  Steven?"
   Steven said, "I've known Bob for years.  Let's suppose the Clann Ceann
wasn't Bob and it's fifteen years later.  The succession has yet to be
determined, but I'll bet it will be based on proven ability and leadership.
If the Ceann asked my Lady Lucia, my Radiance, to make love with him, I
would be honored also.  The Ceann *will* be totally worthy of honor,
respect and my mate's love.
   "Love is infinite.  Lucia and I love each other deeply.  Yet at the same
time, Janet and I love each other.  Bellana and I love each other.  Perhaps
in time Lucia and I will be in a consensual relationship with another or
others but the Clann Ceann is actually senior to that.  The Ceann is the
binding force, the leader who has the final knowledge, responsibility and
control to be able to make the decisions no one else can make.  I see the
type of people who join the Clann and the kind of leader the Ceann *must*
be will have infinite love.
   "If my sweet Lady Lucia wishes to make love with such a man, I would be
honored beyond belief.  His asking, even if for whatever reason she didn't
wish to accede, would be honor enough!"
   I continued, "As for single, unmarried or 'under-age' persons, perhaps
once they reach puberty within, say a year or six months they are subject
to the same 'customs.'"
   Riona asked very loudly, "Clann Ceann, kissin' cousin Bob, are you
available tonight?"
   Applause.  "Yes!  Go, Bob!  Sweet young thang!  Kissin' cousin!"
   Bob laughed.  "Not tonight, Riona, it's a school night.  To make love
properly to a woman such as you requires *hours* so I may pleasure you
beyond your wildest dreams."
   Kathleen grinned.  "Riona, you free on Friday?"
   Sherry told us, "I'm single *and* legal.  We don't even have to wait for
the committee to establish anything."
   More applause and a chant of, "Clann Ceann!  Clann Ceann!"
   "Another issue.  Kathleen, you're currently the Clann Ceann's mate.  How
would you feel about your mate making love with others?"
   Kathleen thought a moment.  "Bob and I have discussed it some.  While
our relationship is still quite new, we've decided we will eventually be at
least open to having others in it.
   "We're talking the difference now between a family sub-group, such as
the Adams and Merrills and the customs or duties of the Ceann himself or
herself.  As a family sub-unit, bringing another mate into the relationship
will require discussion and agreement.
   "The Clann Ceann, however, in his role, will have impeccable ethics,
impeccable leadership and a deep sense of responsibility and compassion.
   "The second week I met Bob -- as Natalie -- a *very* nice, desirable
lady came up to him and, in essence, asked to be his mate.  I was jealous
to a degree because our relationship was so new and fragile I didn't even
know it could take off.
   "However, once the lady found out Bob had a major interest in me, she
backed off; she was 'chest checking.' Bob has had innumerable girls
figuratively throw themselves at his feet and say, 'I'm yours, fuck me.'
It's not the fact he's so handsome, he's not that...
   Applause.  "Ugly Duckling.  The Ugly One!"
   Kathleen continued, "Or so strong..."
   _(Stage whisper) "Order a case of deodorant, quick!"_
   Kathleen said, "It was because he was so ethical, competent, honorable
and compassionate they offered themselves to him, not the fact he had the
power and influence he actually had.  The Clann Ceann will be exactly that.
People even outside the clan will attempt to seduce him or her because they
recognize within the person those attributes.
   "As his mate, if others also considered him worthy of love I would be
honored.  What kind of man would I be a mate to if I were the only one who
considered him worthy or desirable?
   "People within the Clann would almost automatically be worthy of trust,
respect and love.  Those who didn't have the ability, ethics or
responsibility level would never *be* a part of the Clann as a mate.  As an
offspring, if they didn't live up to the standards, they would simply drift
off somewhere else, because they couldn't stand the *goodness.* We've got a
self-correcting group; we probably don't even have to excommunicate
someone, we're just so damn good they couldn't stand it and will haul ass
outta here!
   "I don't substitute Bob's judgment for mine.  On the other hand, I have
a tremendous respect for it.  For example, suppose I didn't know Bellana
and she became part of the Henry and Janet sub-family.  Bob requests to
honor her -- by the way, *that* might be the custom; it's *honoring* both
the person and their mate -- the fact I trust his judgment so much will
immediately lead me to believe Bellana is worthy of my total trust.  Until
she proves otherwise, I would trust her with my life.
   "The Clann Ceann is an opinion leader.  He is trusted because of his
ethics, honor and proven abilities.  If he recognizes the same in others, I
can recognize it, too.
   "RHIFP.  Rank Has Its Fucking Privileges.  As the Ceann's mate, I
probably should have a few extra privileges -- maybe first crack at the
men! But, if I abuse my position, the Ceann should snub me down like a wild
horse.  His ethics *must* extend to his mate.  Even if he has to beat her
lily-white ass with a hairbrush, the mate also has much of the same
responsibilities."
   Unidentifiable female: _Hard nipples and slick pussy.  "He can beat *my*
lily-white ass any time -- with or without a hairbrush!"_
   Other females joined in, "_Mine's up in the air!" "Beat me, beat me
goood!" "Chastise me, I've been so BAD!"_
   Janet said, "We've already discussed a little bit about non-blood
relationships, that is, anything goes.  If little pubescent girl wants it
and the Ceann is willing, hell, show her what it's all about!  Same with a
boy and a female Ceann.
   "Anyway, Super-Stud Steven is my full-blooded brother.  We've done
several Butterfly Games -- if you want to know more, let us know -- but
I've had my pussy willingly clamped on his mouth and willingly had his
tongue and fingers all over me.  Only his dick hasn't been in my twat.
   "It's not because he's my brother!  It was only because Henry's,
Bellana's and my relationship was so new, we were more interested in *it*!
   "The taboo against incest is open to committee research -- may it
strangle in it!  -- Anyway, as a possible point, there's only a couple
reasons I can see against 'incest' between closely-related people.
   "One, where the relationship is a dependency, such as a mother-son.  If
they have a sexual relationship, the mother-guiding-the-offspring may
suffer.  Same with a father-daughter relationship.  Who knows?
   "The other is progeny.  Way back when there was no really effective
birth control, it was found through trial and lots of error, children born
of too long a line of closely-related family members tended to be... 
challenged.  You know, like Henry?"
Henry: _Drool.  Slobber._ "Duh?"
Janet: "With modern birth control, it's a trivial issue.  I'm on the
pill *and* I use a diaphragm.  You figure the odds I'll get pregnant.
"To me, Bro Steve is one Super-Stud!  He packs a lot of heat around --
ladies, ask politely...  Anyway, I love Steve-the-spirit, not
Steve-the-hot-bod!  If he'd been my sister instead of my brother, we'd have
been doing extensive research on the nerve bundles between our legs a
*long* time ago!"
   Applause.  Bob rapped on the table.  "All right now.  No breaking out
into random nookie during the meeting!"
   Janet continued, "Enough said?  As my mom pointed out once, most of us
have memories at least a million years old.  We're *spirits*, not bodies.
   "The purpose of the Ceann honoring custom is to promote honor and trust
within the Clann.  It is *not* to make babies!  We're talking an entirely
different issue here, folks.
   "Eventually, if I want to make a baby, it's a 99% probability it will be
with my mate.  The other 1% would probably be with the Clann Ceann.  They
will probably be genetically clean and might well be asked to be a
surrogate parent to an infertile couple.
   "So, incest?  Dead issue!  We have sex with someone for a few reasons:
a) An expression of our romantic love with someone.  Steven has already
explained we have unlimited love.  Barring basic, unsolvable personality
clashes, we can love a lot of people.
   "b) Fun and games.  Sex for recreation.  Sex is *pleasurable* unless
it's non-survival, such as rape.  We're talking the up-scale part here.  We
can have fun and games with pretty much anyone.  Again, ask about the
Butterfly Game later.
   "Last, sex is for reproduction.  Put together a partner who you love to
pieces, make it really fun and knowingly *try* to make a baby!  You couples
who've done it know how ecstatic it is.  As for we who haven't really tried
to make babies, maybe we'll find out.
   "Okay.  That makes the incest issue totally moot as far as I'm
concerned. The only other issue I can think of to bring before the Inner
Circle is same-sex relationships.
   "To my knowledge, Bellana and I are the only one here in an ongoing
same-sex relationship.  The vast majority of sane same-sex relationships
*I*'m aware of are female to female.  I say 'sane' because the
stereotypical dyke and fluff relationship just hasn't panned out be they
female to female or male to male.
   "Male to male?  Haven't seen it here; doesn't mean a thing, really; it
shouldn't make any difference.  We probably have a gradient scale of full
male-only preference to full female-only preference; all sorts of
combinations of male/female preferences.  Any ideas?  Form a committee to
strangle them quietly.
   "The basic relationship comes down to romantic love, recreation and
offspring.  If all of these are taken care of, the rest is icing on the
cake.
   "It doesn't matter what combination a relationship actually has.  The
committee will probably research line marriages and extended families and
see how the concept can sanely adapt to our Clann.  Is it a free-for-all
with orgies?  Everyone on everyone?  Swinging?  Sub-families?  We don't
have to handle the issue tonight.
   "With a Clann like this and a possible line marriage or extended family,
the offspring are handled.  There's going to be plenty of kids in one of
these, because how many guys 'Have a headache?'
   "Okay, I've said my piece for right now.  Back to you, Siobhan."
   I took the reins again briefly.  "Thanks for your input, Janet.  Perhaps
you and I should get together for a little quality one-on-one research into
the subjects you brought up?"
   With an extremely evil leer, she asked, "Are you free tonight?"
   ------
   BOB
   Be Jaysus!  They wanted me to be a Father Confessor, Chief Stud and
Jesus Christ Superstar all at once?  Hell, Kathleen alone wears me out!  I
did grant, however, there were a lot of valid issues raised.
   Kat, Sherry and I trapped the Donovan ladies in the den.
   I asked them, "Okay ladies.  First: Siobhan, Alyssa and Riona, are you
interested in extending a tutoring or peer help group into your school?"
   Riona said, "Yes.  We've heard rumors for years about how good
McCambridge is and how much of it was due to the tutoring group.  Alyssa
and I have done a little tutoring but not really on a very big scale.  If
we could pick your brains on how to get one going and operating, I think it
would make a big difference."
   Siobhan offered, "We can use our house as a meeting place like you do
here."
   I told them, "Great!  One of the first things we should do is have our
Women's Counselor get in contact with your counselors.  Mrs.  Baer is one
of us and knows the results you'd get."
   "Bear in mind we've ended up doing a *lot* more than just organizing
tutors.  We've ended up as matchmakers and the 'go-to guys' for damn near
any issue coming up anywhere.
   "The next thing you ladies should do is start looking for recruits. 
They could be for tutoring, relationships, resources, anything.  As you
look, don't be selective about what grade they're in, race, gender, sexual
orientation, current 'reputation', anything.
   "The minimum requirement to be part of *your* Inner Circle should be
their abilities and their ability to remember; they should be one of us. 
You three ladies needed only a little reminder last Saturday and within
forty-five minutes you were all up to speed.  That's the kind of people
*you* should look for.
   "Kat and Sherry can coach you on _inspecting_ people; it'll tell you
right away if you should bother following up.  Now, do you have anyone
interesting in mind right off?"
   Alyssa and Riona glanced at each other and I admired the four lovely
bumps which suddenly appeared on their blouses.  "Hmm, seems so."
   They blushed a little.  "Okay, out with it!"
   Alyssa told us, "Colin and Douglas O'Banain.  We've known them for years
and their dad is the accountant for JRD."
   Kathleen laughed, "Well, might as well start out in the circle you know.
Obviously you two have an interest in them.  After you've _inspected_ them
a few times, you'll have a much better idea how well they would do in this
environment *and* what kind of interest they might have in you.  You two
come with Sherry and me and we'll get started while Bob tries to fend off
your mother."
   Siobhan blushed; the girls giggled at her and trooped off to Kat's
bedroom for some coaching and, undoubtedly, a lot of girl-talk.
   Time to get at it.  "Okay, Siobhan, what's this slagging about me being
the Clann Ceann and screwing all the women?"
   She had the nerve to laugh at me!  "Bob, it was all the truth.  I put it
out as an option to stir up the group's thinking.  You *do* have a clann
here and you're not only the most logical Clann Ceann, you're the *only*
choice right now.
   "The sex stuff *is* part of many clanns' traditions -- some have so many
rules even the adults learn more every year.  Truth is what works.  Look at
the mental and sexual freedom this group has right now; we must codify it
so we can all think with it, rather than evolve some half-assed,
contradictory set of taboos, you-musts or shoulds or should-haves or
should-nots.
   "The committee will get together and do their work.  Your job right now
is to support the committee and at least look at their recommendations."
   I dropped my head and admired her hard nipples.  "This wouldn't have
anything to do with the fact you appear to be attracted to me, would it?"
   She pushed her breasts out.  "You betcha!  People of the proper mind-set
and attitude will *always* be sexually attracted to a Ceann.  A Ceann will
always be an extremely high-quality biological mate for children.  It's
inevitable, so learn to like it."
   Groan.
   Chapter 8
   SIOBHAN (Monday evening 1/23)
   Well, Janet and I didn't schedule a slot that night; maybe later...
   Jaysus all that talk made me hot!  When we got home and in bed I
attacked Evin and forced him to service my lust -- several times. 
Apparently Riona and Alyssa had the same idea because we could _feel_ them
having a good time themselves.  Yeh, they were thinking about getting with
the O'Banain boys -- and Bob and Steven and Henry and Janet and Bellana and
Lucia...  Hot!
   When our bodies were so tired they couldn't go any more, we let them
sleep, popped outside and went exploring.  I'd talked with several of the
Inner Circle about exploring and it sounded like a lot of fun.
   What the hell, let's visit Madeleine, my sister.  She's about 10 years
younger, widowed with a 4-year-old -- Evin's had a bit of a letch for her
for as long as he's known her.  Pasadena, here we come!
   Okay, everyone's asleep.  No problem.  Riona and Alyssa had passed on
the basics of _inspecting_ someone so that we did.
   As we expected, Dermot was asleep.  He was dreaming innocent dreams of
being cuddled, well-fed, warm and happy.  Looking a little deeper, though,
we found memories floating around of years gone by when he'd been a proud
warrior defending his family, a farmer and a statesman.
   Jaysus, lots of Potential to boot!  He'll be a winner if we can get him
remembering.  Don't think there's any lower age for that.  We _inspected_
him pretty hard, just telling him _gently_ to remember.
   Mad was simmering with energy.  She was roiling with dreams and memories
spanning ages -- priestess, mother, healer, free spirit (yes!), many
things. She was deep, rich and loving.  Potential running out her ears!
   Okay, we gave her a couple solid _inspections_, gently _telling_ her
these freedoms could be hers again.  Dayum, it's no wonder Evin keeps his
eye on her.
   Evin and I agreed we'd keep _inspecting_ her to see if she could
remember.  It's getting time anyway for us to have lunch and catch up on
things -- she'd be really interested in Kathleen's adventures.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Tuesday 1/24)
   The Unpleasantville trials started.  The DA requested anyone even
remotely associated with Johnny Fargo's scheme (including Johnny) get the
death penalty.  The evidence was compelling and of course ramontheeye could
fill in pretty much anything else needed with a timely tip or so.  They'd
asked *everyone* be charged as an adult if for no other reason they'd
conspired to commit rape, murder or drug-dealing many times.
   Pompous got something like fifty murder-with-special-circumstances and
conspiracy charges laid on him; couldn't have happened to a better person!
His ankles and wrists were still pretty sore so he couldn't dodge the other
inmates very easily.  After a couple of the prison guards let drop he was
being charged with murder, under-aged rape and the fact they'd found his
"souvenirs", other inmates weren't really happy with him.  He'd already
gotten butt-raped eighteen times!  Yes!
   With all the dossiers and agents poking around, they had tons of clear
physical evidence.  They weren't planning on calling either Lucia or
Bellana for a while although they'd matched the DNAs they'd gotten in the
hospital from Lucia to the three guys, plus found her DNA in several
bloodstains in their "recreation room."
   Bellana had given good descriptions of her attackers in her depositions;
it hadn't hurt the last set she gave, she could _look_ at each one and give
exact descriptions of scars, birthmarks, etc.
   Julie was wide awake and alert by now and physically recovering from her
coma.  She was more than willing to testify.
   Their computer systems were good enough and the dossiers had
consistent-enough language and wording, the DA had everything completely
cross-referenced.  If there were any gaps, an inquiry to ramon quickly
established whether or not there was anything to find.
   Ana and Mama Sonora handled the weekday daytime activities since they
were the only ones not having a full-time job or didn't have to be in
school like us students.  None of the defendants were going to be called
for quite a while yet (if ever) so we didn't have to cover the courtrooms
all the time.  Shit!  There were five separate trials going at once!
   The DEA and Feds were going at it full-bore too.  They had tons of drug
charges in the school plus the suppliers (who had full dossiers).  The
slave-supplier in New York had twenty agents descend on him and his
operation so they were busy there.  Ramon was more than willing to help.
   The Feds and locals had figured out by now that ramontheeye was probably
a group of people rather than a single person.  The sheer volume and rapid
response time, plus the schedule request (ASAP during the day, fifteen
minutes at night) lead them to believe "he" was on the West Coast.
   *How* he was doing it was still a matter of idle speculation.  Several
agents had outright asked and ramon gave them back some obvious mumbo-jumbo
about "higher planes of existence", "vortexes to the subconscious" and
"incantations of the ancient world." Word came down from on-high not to
push too much.
   The rotting balls and numb fannies were causing a few medical problems
by now; seems dead tissue inside someone causes toxins.  Seeing the
conditions appeared to be limited to the special class of their suspects
led to more speculation.  When asked, ramon always replied to the effect
of, "Who?  Me?  How *could* I do something like that?  Gotta be some
government thing."
   ------
   EVIN (Saturday 1/28)
   Pool party!  We'd invited the Inner Circle "kids" and, at Bob's
suggestion, Aaron and Barbara O'Banain and their two sons.
   It was beautiful Southern California January day in the mid-seventies.
The entire Inner Circle except for Kat was out around the pool raising a
(physically-pretty-quiet) ruckus.  Kat was in Riona and Alyssa's room doing
girl stuff before they came out.
   I brought Aaron, Barbara and the boys in from the front door.  Aaron and
the boys gave me a handshake, and Barbara gave me a quick hug.  We let the
boys run off to change so they could start ogling the girls they heard
outside.
   Aaron glanced outside, did a double-take then asked me, "Is he the Bob
you sent over to do the plumbin'?"
   Bob had _told_ me about the visit, so I played it cool.  "Yeh, he's a
good man.  Did he do okay?"
   Barbara and Aaron dragged me into the den.  "C'mere till I tell ye!
   "Thursday afternoon about 4:30, I got a knock at the door and there
stood Bob.  As soon as I saw him, I knew he was a bit of a quare fella; he
had that vague look, ye know, like, em, Kathleen, em, has at times."
   I grinned at them.  "I know *exactly* what you mean."
   "Anyway, he handed me yer card with me address on the back and the word
'faucet', so I made a wild guess he was here ta change it.  I invited him
in and he bumped both sides of the doorway comin' in with his bag."
   I noted, "Bob the Plumber isn't the most coordination-endowed individual
I've known."
   "Anyway, he gets in, looks around and starts talkin' ta 'imself -- in
Gaelic!  He said somethin' like, 'Must be the Laird's manor it's all so
fine and cozy'.
   "Ya've taught me not to open my mouth unless I got somethin' ta say so I
just motioned him towards the kitchen; he was halfway 'cross the room --
weavin' a little bit, mind ya, when Barbara came in."
   Barbara said, "He looked at me like I was St.  Mary or something."
   Aaron continued, "He looked at her, looked away then back at her, like
he was fascinated but couldn't bear to look at her too much.  He started
talkin' ta 'imself again -- in some of the best Gaelic I've heard yeah
these many years, 'Surely she must be an angel come to take me away.  Oh,
Lord then take me -- to be borne away to judgment by a radiance such as
hers would sustain me through the eons of Hell.'
   "Barbara couldn't hear him right then so I just told her he was here for
the plumbin'.  I moved him off towards the kitchen again.  I asked him how
he knew ya and he got out, 'Kath and I are havin' at it.' I don't think
it's exactly what he meant but apparently he thinks there's somethin' goin'
on between them.  Anythin' about that?"
   "Aye.  They met before Kathleen's accident.  She remembered him and
they're getting along just fine."
   Aaron and Barbara stared at me.  "Kathleen, with a guy?"
   "Yep.  They seem to complement each other."
   Aaron shook it off.  "He got under the kitchen sink on his back and
banged away.  Mind ya, I'm sure he doesn't know he's talkin' ta 'imself,
much less the fact we understand Gaelic.  He's cursin' away at a nut or
somethin'."
   Barbara put in, "Best I could understand it, the thing was 'the
illegitimate whelp of a homosexual leprous shepherd and an ewe with the
runs and some sexual disease.'"
   Not bad!  "And he didn't know he was saying it?"
   Aaron said, "Right.  Anyway, in about two minutes, he starts shoutin' --
again it's in Gaelic, 'It's here!  I've got it!'"
   Barbara told me, "Then both his feet picked straight off the floor,
shook around then he let out a loud sigh and relaxed just like I do
when..." She shut up suddenly and blushed.  "I sneeze," she said lamely. 
I'd heard, _"I come really hard!"_
   Aaron continued, "He whistles for a little, there's a few more bangs and
he comes crawlin' out.  He pulls the old faucet out, drops the new one in
and crawls back under.  Obviously he's hookin' up the lines and such but
now his feet start dancin' around and he's singin' a Gaelic love song ta
Kathleen.
   "He keeps goin', crawls out, puts everythin' back under the sink and
waves a couple paper towels around the faucet.  He staggers out the door,
still singin'.
   "When we look at the kitchen, we expect to take an hour to get things
straightened out again.  Instead, the sink top is spotless, the cabinet
underneath has everythin' exactly the way was it was before -- even the
floor sponge was standin' up like we'd had it.  And, the faucet worked
perfectly.  The only thing we saw and you had to look close, was a soapy
finger writin' in the sink: K L D.  Kathleen."
   I _felt_ Kathleen _inspect_ them both.  They shivered a little -- I know
the exact feeling.  She asked from behind them, "Did someone take my name
in vain?  Or was it the truth?"
   Aaron and Barbara winced.  They recognized the voice and I _felt_ them
prepare for a full-frontal assault, sloppy kiss and rancid hair.
   She cooed, "Uncail Aaron!  Aintin Barbara," and gave them a nice little
hug and neat kiss on the cheek (They're not really her Aunt and Uncle but
she's called them that for years).
   "So *nice* of you to come.  And you brought Colin and Douglas too!  Oh,
my, I know two fine young ladies who'll be in awe of them.  I'd try to
'give them a bob' myself but I've been Bob'd already."
   She was wearing her swimming robe, an almost-transparent piece of
nothing which let her two-piece show through.  She walked away towards the
pool with her hips twitching.  Jaysus, I think she's a 'fine bit of stuff,'
even if I am her uncle.
   _"You're a 'fine thing' yourself, Uncail Evin,"_ she tossed back at me.
   Siobhan came in and greeted Aaron and Barbara warmly.  I gave her a
half-second squirt on the "Bob and Kathleen Story" I'd told then told Aaron
and Barbara, "Siobhan will tell you all about Bob and Kathleen."
   ------
   COLIN O'BANAIN
   When Dad said we were invited to a pool party at the Donovan's, Doug and
I were *really* interested.  We'd been seeing a lot of Riona and Alyssa at
school this last week and they'd been lookin' *good*!
   They hadn't dressed differently and hadn't acted differently, but they
were so much more self-confident, aware, happy and they *glowed* with life.
I mentioned it to Doug and he not only agreed but he said we should start
trying to get closer to them.  After all, both sets of parents worked for
the same company!
   Of the two, I preferred Alyssa.  Every time I looked at her, especially
if our eyes met and she smiled at me, I tingled and floated on a deep ocean
of joy.  Besides, she's my age and in some of my classes!  I'd been pretty
absent-minded in our shared classes recently because I could barely keep my
mind and eyes off her.
   Doug said the same about Riona, who's his age.  Unusual for him, he kept
talking about how nice, friendly and confident she was, not about her tits.
About other girls, we guy-talked about their T & A but not them for some
reason.  Oh, yeh, they had it really great in the T & A and the looks
department -- how can you go wrong with Red Irish?  After all, our whole
family was Gingernuts.
   We talked a lot about them with each other.  The last couple days, it
seemed like we simply knew what the other was saying.  Neat, we were
talking with each other without saying anything!
   Then Dad mentioned Kathleen would be there, too.  Uh-oh!  We'd have to
spend a lot of time avoiding her hugs (great tits but does she have to
grind them into you?), sloppy kisses and her smelly hair.  We'd known her
for years, too.  We didn't rag on her or intentionally mistreat her; Dad
had whipped our arses a few times years ago for teasing her.  Whatcha can't
cure, you endure.
   We balanced it off against a good possibility of spending quality time
with Riona and Alyssa -- in swimming suits!  Take a wild guess what choice
we made.
   As soon as we got in the Donovan's house, Dad cut us loose to get out to
the pool.  We could hear female voices squealing and shrieking, along with
splashes and other shouts.  *Yes!  Girls!*
   We changed as fast as we could then dashed out to the pool to "check out
the talent." Be Jaysus!  There were three guys and four girls there;
neither Doug nor I had any idea who they were.  They looked high-school;
some maybe Freshman, the others on up.  They were bouncing around and
laughing.
   The girls were teasing the guys and doing all sorts of shenanigans. 
They were simply delicious!  They glowed.  Every one was...  anyway, we
couldn't believe our luck.
   We didn't see Riona or Alyssa and Kathleen was obvious by her absence
(Thankfully.  Maybe she'd gotten lost in the bathroom or something).
   Mr.  Donovan had a huge pool shade installed years ago so the entire
pool and most of the immediate area was shaded.  That's really good,
because both Doug and I burn real easy with our Irish complexions.  It made
sense too, because all the Donovans had the typical Irish sensitivity to
sun.
   We stood there a couple minutes drinking in the view then heard "the
voice!" Kathleen was behind us!  I felt a tingle up and down my spine like
all my nerves came alive at once.  Battle stations!  Emergency alert!
   We slowly turned around.  Yep, it was Kathleen but...  she was looking
at us as if we were the most interesting people she'd ever met.  We usually
got this vague huh?  look from her until something clicked -- and she'd
always ask our names.
   She told us, "I guess the party can really start now since the two main
studs are here." Jaysus!  She glowed, she was alert and focused and she
smelled divine!  She had a semi-transparent bathing robe and under it a
green two-piece.  I glanced down at her legs; usually they were covered
with red hair like an Irish Setter, now they were smooth, white, shapely
and...  yum!
   "Colin!  Douglas!  Thanks for coming.  Riona and Alyssa will be so glad
you're here.  They've been talking about nothing else since they heard you
were coming; my ears are ringing from the constant chatter about what studs
you guys are and how they'd like to give you a bob."
   Unbelievable!  I recognized the voice, freckle pattern, the face, height
and most of the shape but how can this be Kathleen?
   She looked right at me as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. 
"Yes, Colin, I am Kathleen Donovan, Evin's niece.  There've been a few
changes in my life recently but we can talk about it later.
   "I see you've noticed the ladies."
   I think it was obvious from the drool on our chins -- and some of it was
from looking at her.
   She smiled at us and lit up like a spotlight in the pitch-black night.
"Come on over here and let's chat a few seconds." She turned and walked to
one side of the patio; if you could call what she did a walk.  She
*floated*.  Doug and I were treated to the sight of her gorgeous
heart-shaped butt twitching along.  Mouth-watering!
   Every time I'd seen Kathleen before, she'd been...  sloppy.  She always
had some odd bits of flesh bulging out here and there.  Now she was
luscious!  And her hair...  it gleamed and shone.
   She stopped, turned around and gave us a smile to make Dracula ignite!
"Okay, guys.  These people are friends of mine from McCambridge High
School. All of them are in what the school calls the 'Inner Circle,' which
basically means they're the top end of the 'Brain Trust' tutors.
   "The Black-Irish guy there is my boyfriend Bob.  We'll get you
introduced to the others.
   "Now, a few things about the girls.  They're all as smart as or smarter
than you two, so don't even *think* of talking down to them.  They're also
completely free of the normal teenage simpering, giggling, jealous,
put-you-down attitude and the girls are the most aggressive you'll probably
ever meet.  *Don't* underestimate them.
   "These girls and I enjoy a guy admiring us.  It means you can look at
us, enjoy us, lust after us, pretty much anything so long as you *admire*.
Instead of glancing at a girl's boobs, *look* at them and admire; you'll
get results you'd never believe possible.
   "All the girls are attached except for Sherry over there -- the
Spanish-looking one.  She's a Senior but not snobbish.  She and Bob are
pretty much the leaders of the Inner Circle.
   "Both Riona and Alyssa are the same caliber except they're *not*
attached.  I'll give you fair warning, they're out for blood tonight and
their sights are set directly on *you* two."
   Wow!  That made total sense.  With most girls, Doug and I have to slow
down or they got lost in a hurry.  Alyssa and Riona interested in us?  I
hoped we could handle it.
   One of the girls came dashing up; she was about five feet tall,
beautiful gold hair, fine tidy bosom and a gangbuster body!
   "This is Janet.  Janet, this is Colin and Douglas O'Banain; they're the
ones Alyssa and Riona keep moaning over."
   Janet looked at us and I felt my spine tingle again.  It seemed like
she'd inspected my soul down to the first time I'd touched my dick.  She
smiled; the sun came out and blinded me!
   She told Kathleen, "Yow!  Looks as if tonight is going to be really
exciting with these two around!" She looked at Kathleen's chest and said,
"Those still work like Natalie's?" Kathleen grinned and nodded.
   Janet looked back at us.  "She's got these built-in stud sensors. 
Around real studs, they sound the alert."
   Kathleen opened her robe.  The green top stretched across her (totally
awesome) boobs tented out in front from two very erect nipples. 
*Extremely* nice!
   "Yep," she told us with another dazzling smile.  "They work just fine
and now they're telling everyone we've got some real super-studs here."
   Ho!  Wait a minute, here.  "Come on, Kathleen, you two have got to be
slagging us.  Studs we're *not*.  We don't do sports, anything like that."
   Both of them laughed like the bells of a church.  Janet said, "Well,
perhaps when we use the word 'stud', you could interpret it also to mean
'extraordinary gentleman with extreme sexual charisma.' That turns on a
girl faster than any set of muscles."
   Janet put her arms behind her and shoved her chest out for a few
seconds. Lord, I've gone to heaven!  Such a perfect pair I've rarely seen;
exactly right for her and deliciously topped with two hard nipples perfect
for kissing and nuzzling.
   She said, "Yep, Kathleen, I concur.  Two super-studs," as she accepted
our admiration.
   "Okay, back to business." She brought her chest back in.  "By the way,
the guy over there with the odd-color hair like mine is my brother Steven.
The lady next to him is Lucia, his special lady.  We'll get the others
introduced in a few minutes.
   "Main reason I came over is to see if anyone was interested in the
Butterfly Game."
   Kathleen grinned with delight.  "My first one!  I'm in.  I'm sure Bob's
in."
   Janet grinned.  "He couldn't grab one fast enough."
   I controlled my drool long enough to ask, "Butterfly Game?"
   "Oh, that's right, you wouldn't know.  Sorry about that." She opened her
hand and showed us several small butterfly clips.  Kathleen snatched one up
and clipped it in her hair.
   Janet looked at us and said, "It's kind of a girl thing; maybe you studs
wouldn't be interested."
   Doug got his two cents in just before me.  "If it has to do with you,
Kathleen or any of these delectable ladies, we're in.  We don't care *what*
it is."
   Janet and Kathleen both grinned.  "Kinda thought you would.  Take one of
these and clip it on.  I'd recommend your hair."
   We did so then I asked, "Okay,
Janet-with-the-smile-which-melts-my-heart, what have we gotten ourselves
into?"
   "Ooo!  Smooth talker.  Kat, you sure he doesn't know Henry?"
   Then she _talked_ inside my head like Doug and I do!  _"Sex games.  We
teenagers are horny as hell all the time, especially the girls since we're
all multi-orgasmic.  Touch, feel, squeeze, caress, kiss, the whole ball of
wax -- but no intercourse."_
   I got images and sensations of firm breasts in my hand, hard nipples and
tasty pussies in my mouth and tight asses squirming under my hands with
cool dainty hands stroking my tool.  It'd been hard for the last ten
minutes but now it spit up a big wad of pre-cum in my bathing suit.
   _"You got it, stud!  The only things you gotta remember are a) admire,
admire, admire and b) everything is consensual.  You'll get along just
fine."_
   With a predatory gleam in her eye, she put her arms around my neck,
snuggled those marvelous breasts against me and raised her mouth.
   Ma O'Banain didn't raise *two* stupid kids.  I wrapped my arms around
her waist and kissed her firmly.  She returned it with vigor.
   _"Your hands are too high.  Lower!"_ They were around her waist so I
dropped them down so they were on the upper part of the firmest butt I'd
ever been privileged to touch.
   _"Better but you're wasting the goodies.  Lower!"_
   A hint was sufficient.  I dropped lower, cupped her lovely ass and
caressed it like it the magnificent treasure it was!
   _"Much better.  Now pull me in against your tool that's been shouting
for attention."_
   I pulled her into my boner.  She squirmed and wiggled everything she had
against me and tried to strangle me with her tongue.  _"Now you've got it.
STUD!"_
   She broke loose and scampered off with her lovely butt twitching.  I
glanced over at Doug; Kathleen had him in a body hug and kiss that just
didn't quit.  His hands were on her butt caressing away and she was moaning
in delight.  Oh, Jaysus, we died and this is Heaven!
   Kathleen broke it up and grinned at me.  "You'll get *yours* later."
Another glob of pre-cum decorated the inside of my trunks.
   "Now, keep looking at me for a moment.  Riona and Alyssa just came out
and are staring at you.  You have any preferences?"
   I told her, "Alyssa."
   "Great.  Now when I tell you, look over at them and give your lady the
best admire flow you can.  Admire their bodies, admire their smiles, admire
*them*.  Go!"
   I turned a bit and saw Alyssa standing with her sister.  They had the
same type of swimming robe as Kathleen and they were stunning!  I locked
eyes with Alyssa, put everything I had into admiring her and fell into her
soul.
   She _felt_ rich and warm, full of joy and mischief, with a determination
to be the best she could.  Right out on top of everything was a blazing
desire to be with me and find out all she could.  Could we be together? 
Are we soul-mates?  Such a warm, wonderful and complete feeling.
   ------
   ALYSSA
   Riona and I knew all the Inner Circle guys were taken but they were fun
to tease and cuddle up to.  They were gentlemen, damn it, but maybe one
(perhaps Ceann Bob?) would be willing to take on a few extra duties for a
bit!
   Colin and Douglas came!  Colin's my age and Doug is Riona's.  They go to
our school, we've known them for years, but in the last few weeks they
suddenly were lookin' really great.  We'd both _inspected_ them several
times and they were *really* fine!  Shy maybe but...  yummy!  Riona and I
knew where our attentions were going today, but we weren't quite sure how
to do it.
   Bob grabbed us.  "I know they're attractive but they're shy.  You've
gotta lead a guy step by step, keep pumping him up and letting him know
you're interested.  Keep admiring him and let him admire you.  Everything
will work out as best it can.  You've already checked out their
availability, experience and willingness, right?"
   Yep.  Our blushes were enough answer.
   "Okay then.  Go for it!  They won't have a chance if you do it
*anywhere* near right."
   Janet scampered up.  "Not to butt in but if you're interested in fun and
games, wear one of these." They were colorful little butterfly clips.  She
gave us a quick glimpse of sex games -- boobs and butts getting squeezed
and caressed, pussies getting attention, hard tools being examined...  Hell
yes!  We were *in.* We each grabbed a butterfly and clipped it to our hair.
   She told us, "By the way, Colin and Doug are each wearing one.  Have a
*lotta* fun!"
   We saw Kathleen talking with Colin and Doug.  While they weren't exactly
staring at her chest, they sure were admiring it.
   Colin looked over at me.  Lord!  I felt like he'd taken me into his
heart, covered me with love and warmth and ached to give me more.  His
admiration flooded over, through and around me, and I felt his
determination and hope we could be compatible.
   Kathleen walked off; Colin and Doug started towards us.  Show time!
   I zeroed in on Colin.  "Is it yerself, Colin?  _You're lookin' *good*;
ya must've been working out,"_ I told him with my best admiring smile.  I
_felt_ him relax, pleased to be talking with me.
   He grinned.  _"You're a fine bit of stuff, Alyssa.  Any guy would work
out for *hours* to be with *you*."_ YES!  He was already _talking_.  He was
in!
   He was pumping out admiration for me so hard I could physically feel it.
Something else must have felt it too, because my knockers tightened up and
my nips came to full attention.  Fortunately or unfortunately, I still had
my robe on.
   I remedied it in a hurry then gave him the best look I could without
peeling off my suit -- and I was having some very serious thoughts about
doing *that* or having him do it for me.
   His eyes widened.  Yeh, I know I look fairly good, especially flushed
with my nips up and my pussy drooling, but the admiration he was putting
out was now almost too much to bear.  I grabbed his arm, pushed a hard
nipple and boob into it and dragged him off to introduce him to the gang.
   Everyone gave him admiring glances and gave me comments like, "Watch you
don't bruise his arm."
   We dove into the pool and everyone splashed everyone else.  I dove
under, got behind Colin and grabbed his hard ass as I shot up behind him.
   He turned around fast (perfect) and grabbed me.  My right cup had
slipped (a little spirit tug does wonders) and my nekkid boob and hard
nipple pointed right at his mouth.
   I told him quietly, _"Suck it in!"_ Good boy!  He sucked in the nipple
and a lot of the boob.  I wrapped my arm around his head, pushed my boob
into his mouth and pretended to wave at someone while I wrapped my legs
around him.  I _snuggled_ up to him (so nice!) and _shared_ what I was
feeling.
   Jeez what a feeling!  Riona sucks on them but this is so much more... 
erotic.  _"Milk it with your tongue!"_ Good!  I felt the jolts go right
down to my clit which poked its head out and screamed for attention.
   Colin learned quickly.  Both his hands caressed my ass.  Double jolts! I
pushed my boob in hard and wiggled my ass good to let him know I
appreciated his efforts.
   After a few thrilling seconds, _"Let it go, slowly."_ He did and I
slipped down his front.  I felt his hot hard tool catch briefly in my
crotch (my clit yelled in triumph!) and I _slipped_ my top up so both my
nekkid boobs crushed up against his chest.
   I snuggled my clit up to his hardness, wrapped my arms loosely around
his neck and told him, _"Kiss me hard."_ So nice!  Another hard jolt down
to my clit.
   _"Now be a gentlemen and help put my top back in place."_ He slowly
eased a hand up my front and caressed my bare boob.  _"Now you're learnin'.
Tweak the nipple a few times first before you put it away."_ He gave it a
just-right tweak which left me panting.  He eased his other hand up and
caressed both my boobs so gently and caringly I almost cried.  Jaysus, so
good!  He gently pulled my top down where it sort-of belonged.
   _"Make sure it fits, Colin.  It needs inspection."_ I made him adjust it
several times with a lot of tactile inspection.  He's a fast learner.
   _"Now they need warmed up."_ He had both hands on my tits and they fit
perfectly.  I leaned forward and kissed him for several seconds while he
gently squeezed, caressed and admired them.
   _"Pull my bottom down a couple inches and 'drop the hand' where it
belongs."_
   Down they came and he slipped his hand gently down the front over my
aching pussy.  _"Yes!  So sweet!"_ He was catching on to the _sharing_ and
fed his sensations back to me.
   He stroked lightly -- fortunately the pool water wasn't washing away all
my lubrication -- and the thrills coursed through us.
   He began the circular motion I really love with the heel of his hand
over my clit.  Damn, he's good!  I tried to push my tongue further down his
throat while I bucked my pussy against his hand.
   _"A little harder and faster!  Feel it yerself and keep it up!"_
   Right on the edge!  Shit!  He slowed down and held us there for long
seconds while my body vibrated in desire and anticipation.  Finally, we
slipped over the edge!
   We moaned into each other's mouths while we _moaned_ our pleasure into
each other.  He slipped a finger inside me which gave more contractions and
louder moaning.  Again and again I tried to squeeze his finger off with my
pussy while he stroked lightly.  Just right!  So good!
   Finally it ebbed away and he gently removed his wonderfully-strong hand.
_"You're so wonderful,"_ he told me.  _"I feel so alive to be with you, in
you and around you."_
   I broke the kiss, gave him my best smile and told him, "Colin, that's
how *this* girl wants you to treat her."
   We _felt_ Riona start her climax.
   Chapter 9
   DOUGLAS O'BANAIN (Saturday 1/28)
   She was definitely *not* the Kathleen we'd known.  She was lush, warm,
enthusiastic and sexy as hell!  The kiss she laid on me left no doubts she
was totally "there" and knew what she was doing!
   When she let go of me, a bit of Heaven slipped away; she told me, "Hey,
stud -- there's plenty to go around."
   When she told me to admire Riona, I looked over at her eyes and totally
lost myself.  She seemed to invite me in and I entered her world of
happiness and doubts, joys, urges to expand and a certainty she would
overcome everything and become really special.
   We floated in each other's souls and I admired her beauty, determination
and love of life.  By the time we broke out of it, we were standing in
front of each other.
   Her eyes sparkled and her smile flooded me with happiness just to be
near her.  It was the most natural thing in the world to take her in my
arms and let my mouth express my admiration for her.
   It seemed we kissed forever, feeling ourselves swirling around and
through each other.  We fit together so smoothly; we shared our hope and
eagerness and cast aside our doubts.
   We finally ended when seven voices told us, "GET A ROOM!" with laughter
and happiness we'd found something so worthwhile.
   Riona latched onto my arm as if she'd never let it go, pushed a hot firm
breast with an iron-hard nipple into it and dragged me off.  She introduced
me to each of her Inner Circle friends while she beamed her smile out like
a lighthouse and we danced together above ourselves.
   Each girl -- no, not girl, lady -- she introduced me to smiled in
reflection of our discovery and told me, "You're a winner, stud!"
   The last lady pushed us into the pool, saying, "Enough lovey dovey! 
Party!"
   Well, it cooled us off to some extent.  We ended up laughing together,
chasing each other around in the water and snuggling up against each other.
   We rested in the middle with only our heads out of water.  My heart
pounded in excitement and my entire body and soul tingled with happiness.
   Riona was only an inch shorter than I, so when she backed into me and
turned her head, our mouths fit together perfectly.
   My arms went around her tight stomach and she wiggled her firm butt
against me until my aching tool fit in its crack.  _"That's *one* way we
fit together.  But I feel like I'm falling over.  Save me and put your
hands up higher to keep me steady."_
   I moved my hands up until they were barely touching the smooth firmness
of her breasts.
   _"Higher.  I'm still unstable."_ She put her hands over mine and lifted
them to fit them over her top.
   Her breasts filled my hands perfectly.  They were firm and even through
the cool water and her top, they felt hotter than her stomach had been.
   _"They're hot for you, my sweet,"_ she told me.  I _felt_ the sensation
of my hands on her and caressed them lightly.  Somehow, we were _sharing_
our feelings and sensations, and I was able to perceive how her breasts
felt with my hands on them.
   _"A little harder..."_ I did and _felt_ waves of warmth stream from them
down to her crotch.  She moaned, arched her back and tried to wrap her
tongue around my tonsils.
   After several seconds, she gently pushed my hands away.  _"Wait."_ She
pulled her top up over her breasts, pulled my hands back onto them and
arched her back again to push them into my hands.  _"That's the way they
should be."_
   They were hotter than before and so silky-smooth I could feel my
fingerprints against them.  I caressed them, milked them out gently towards
the ends, _felt_ them ache and _felt_ her nipples expand and become even
harder as more blood filled them; just like my tool became harder against
her butt.
   I stroked out and gently rolled and pulled her nipples between thumbs
and fingers -- a jolt of energy shot through us and we whimpered together.
I caressed, stroked, tweaked and pulled her nipples gently while she pulled
her butt forward, reached behind her and stroked my tool with her hands.
   She let go of me and pulled her bottoms down several inches.  _"Touch my
fanny, Doug.  Caress it like you're doing my boobs and make us feel
wonderful."_
   I dropped a hand slowly down her sleek stomach onto her mound, where her
fluffy bush stroked my hand.  I slid it lower and felt it cup a wonderfully
soft yet firm, hot pair of lips with a neat bulge at the top.
   We _linked_ tightly while I stroked her lips and gently moved the heel
of my hand around atop her clitoral hood.  We _linked_ closely enough we
could guide ourselves.
   I stroked her labia and gently caressed her clitoris which had popped
out of hiding and was demanding attention.  Slowly, gently, inevitably, our
arousal increased until she thrust her mound firmly against my hand,
sending a final jolt through her clit and pushing us over the edge.
   Our climax was wonderfully warm, flooding us with energy.  Her pussy
clenched and I pulled her nipple out firmly, making the orgasm last longer
and become stronger.  When her pussy relaxed a bit, I milked her breast
several times until she clamped down again.  I pulled and twisted her
nipple with just the right pressure to send more energy through us.
   I kept rotating pressure going on her clitoris and she clenched and
released time and time again while the sensations coursed through us.  We
quietly moaned out our joy and we thrilled with the love we felt for one
another.
   Finally we eased off and let it die away.  Several aftershocks washed
over us, making us moan again.  I gently pulled up her bottoms and adjusted
her top.  She turned to face me and we kissed again with a new-found love
for one another.
   Kathleen said, _"Congratulations, Colin and Doug!  You have successfully
shared with us the feel of your lady's nekkid boobs in your hands and how
wonderful it feels when you help her come._
   _"I would highly suggest you get together *right now* with Steven and
Lucia and discuss leakage.  The parental Donovans are merely amused but the
O'Banains are totally bewildered."_
   We were so busted!  Riona and I glanced around and there were Alyssa and
Colin not five feet from us.  Both of them were blushing and we felt
ourselves blushing, too.
   The four of us climbed out of the pool and everyone applauded us quietly
and gave us, _"Well done!"_ We curtsied and bowed.
   Steven and Lucia took the four of us to the far back corner of the yard
and beat the shit out of us!  Well, actually, they didn't.
   Alyssa and Riona had gotten some training in this new stuff Colin and I
were discovering, but we were total beginners -- apparently we'd
broadcasted our feelings and sensations a bit too indiscriminately.
   Steven laughed and told us, "Janet and Henry found out the hard way. 
Remember the sex bomb which hit McCambridge last December?"
   Indeed all four of us did.  Riona mentioned, "Over half the girls were
wearing skirts and thongs for three weeks afterwards hoping one would hit
*us*.  Unfortunately...  Anyway, what does that have to do with Janet and
Henry?"
   Lucia grinned.  "All four of you handled your sensations-_sharing_ very
well.  When Janet and Henry first got together, within two days they were
_sharing_ themselves.  Well, one day, they got caught up in what they were
doing, started a positive feedback between themselves and the volume
spiraled out of control.  It seems between them, Janet and Henry have a
*lot* more raw power than most of us.  They didn't know diddly about
leaking or controlling the direction, so they were telling the world as
loudly as they could...  just about what you guys were telling us -- they
probably _linked_ one-way with several thousand people.  Instant bomb!"
   Janet and Henry were over a hundred feet away, but they turned and bowed
to us grandly.  _"Yes!"_
   Steven and Lucia taught us and drilled us in stuff I never imagined
existed.  Colin and I learned about ourselves as spirits, how to
communicate without leakage, how to get out of our bodies and still control
them.
   They had the four of us sit back-to-back and go completely outside our
bodies -- totally disconnected.  Our bodies went totally limp without
control, and we were free above them to dance with our loves.
   Steven grinned at us once more.  "Those are the very basics.  Practice
going in and out, how much control the bodies need and you're in fairly
decent shape.  A little further down the line, once you're outside, you
might even try switching bodies.  It's tremendous fun with someone you
trust, and Kathleen was able to be with us today because Sunshine, the
spirit she is, learned how to do it so well."
   Riona snuggled up to me and purred, "Honey, I'll make sure you get
*plenty* of practice in all this." No way was I going to turn it down!
   While we'd been gone, the rest of the girls had managed to de-trunk
Steven, Henry and Bob.  Sherry told us, "We're cutting you four some slack
today because you're new.  We've had a lot more practice controlling our
bodies and things could get kind of rough for you.  It would be like
turning a middle-school football player loose in a college scrimmage.  You
wouldn't last long and it wouldn't be a lot of fun.  However, there's more
fun to come.  The night is young."
   We came back to a big pizza party!  Yes!  Food!  We scarfed down pizza,
buffalo wings, soda and other assorted goodies until our bellies were full.
   Riona and I tried to feed each other.  It worked for a while until I
managed to drop tomato sauce on her and dribbled a half a glass of soda
down her chest.  Of course, it ran all the way down.
   She dragged me away from the pool behind a tree, pulled her top off and
"forced" me to clean her up.  She's gotta have the sweetest nipples in the
world!
   ------
   KATHLEEN
   Butterfly game!  We chased each other around, the girls piled on the
guys then the guys gave the girls a good going over.  After that, we broke
up into smaller groups, played around and snogged.
   Every one of the guys was wonderful!  They were gentle, tender and made
me come so much I couldn't stand at the end.
   I sweet-talked Bellana into sharing with me.  Yeh, a lot of talking I
had to do.  She showed me how a woman's mouth and hands felt different from
a man's -- all over.  My pussy juice tastes subtly different from her mouth
than from Bob's.  Over-all, it was...  delightful.
   I snagged Sherry in my net.  _"I need The Sherry to teach me."_
   Her pussy was wonderfully soft, slick and tasty, and her clit was a
marvel in my mouth.  She tasted of musky, rich honey-water, and when she
came in my mouth, she pumped out a nice mouthful which we shared a few
moments later.
   Above our bodies, we soared and danced.  We merged as closely as
possible -- we glowed brightly and found only a few grey spots of discord.
Yes!  We do love each other.
   I asked about her and Bob.  She said, _"He's a wonderful man.  All these
years we've held back from one another -- I'd always been a bit frightened
with his strength and he was reluctant for the same reason._
   _"We've learned so much about spirits, love and control those reasons no
longer exist.  Sunshine, if you hadn't come back so soon, we probably would
have gotten together._
   _"Bob and I are spiritually compatible -- and tonight, we found we've
got more-than-compatible pheromones." Big grin._
   At the end of the evening, Bob carried us to the shower.  He slung
Sherry and me over his shoulders, investigated our four holes thoroughly on
the way (two *more* comes!  I was undone and totally at his mercy!) and
gently washed us.  Fortunately, Sherry and I could stand up by ourselves
towards the end.
   We said our goodbyes and thanks to our host and hostess (Siobhan had an
interesting gleam in her eye as she looked at Bob) then Bob poured Sherry
and me into the Beemer to drive us home.
   Before he started the engine, he looked at us in the mirror.  "You
ladies have a good time tonight?"
   We assured him, "Wonderful!"
   "Great!  So did I.  All those ladies are sweet, tantalizing and tasty! I
could spend lots of time with any one or all of them.  However, it was you
two who made my heart sing with joy when I was with you.  Sherry, are Don
and Ana expecting you tonight?"
   She told him, "No.  They've often assured me I'm welcome any time, but
there's nothing scheduled for tonight, not even tentatively."
   "Okay.  Kat, is it okay for Sherry to spend the night with us at my
place if she's interested?"
   Sherry immediately said, "I'm interested!"
   I told them, "YES!"
   Bob laughed at us.  "Guess it's settled then."
   He drove us to his place while Sherry and I snogged gently in the back
seat.  Hmm, this back seat is pretty big; maybe we can check it out some
time...
   When we got home, even Bob was tired.  Servicing seven ladies with the
energy he puts into love-making probably made him a little bit weary.  It
was okay; Sherry and I were both a bit 'gammy', weak and unsteady
ourselves. From what Sherry said, every guy she'd been with had done their
best to make her come as often as they could -- and they'd done excellent
jobs of it.
   We cleaned up a bit with a quick douche and tooth-brushing (for some
reason, Bob didn't have to douche) and fell into bed.  Hmm.  Logistics.  We
squirmed around, sharing warm wonderful skin and a hot boner among us.
   Bob stroked up Sherry's breasts and nipples until they were tingling
nicely.  She spooned up behind him, drilled her freshly-hard nipples into
his back and grabbed hold of his tool so his body wouldn't float away.
   He gently milked and stroked up my slightly-sore diddies, laid a
cuddle-hold on the top one so the night faeries wouldn't steal me away, and
we let our bodies drift into much-wanted sleep.
   We popped outside and investigated each other.  Three is definitely more
complicated than two!  The Inner Circle had gone exploring and dancing
together with the entire Clann before, but we hadn't been exploring an
intimate relationship.
   We cold-bloodedly but joyously spirit-hugged, _merged_ and unmerged time
and time again, looking for both compatibilities and incompatibilities.  We
only found one of any size.
   Bob asked her gently, _"Sherry, you still want a man of your own, is it
not so?"_
   _A few spirit tears.  "Sorry, guys, it's still there.  You both are
totally awesome and wonderful with me but it still remains."_
   _Big smiles.  "Sherry, you're our bestest friend, our aul segotia. 
We're delighted to have you with us, share our love with you and we'll be
even more delighted to help you find a great love._
   _"Guess you can't have filet mignon for a while, but at least we can get
you prime rib.  Friends with benefits, true but very good friends and very
good benefits.  Join us for a while and let us love you unreservedly -- no
strings attached, no regrets and always love among us."_
   _Spirit-tears of joy.  "Thank you, my friends.  I thank you from the
bottom of whatever heart I possess as a spirit."_
   That settled, we spent the rest of the night _merging_ and
spirit-hugging while we slid down moonbeams, sailed the solar wind and made
slightly-naughty pictures with the Northern Lights (Betty Boop and Santa?).
   ------
   SHERRY (Sunday morning 1/29)
   We go back around our sleeping bodies just after dawn and lazed around
above them.  We were still all snuggled up together, tight as sardines. 
Bob's top hand had drifted back and had a firm hold on my butt, while he'd
gotten his other arm underneath Kat and was gently caressing her bottom
boob and nipple.  Apparently she liked it, because I _felt_ it was warm and
tingly with the nipple nicely perked up.
   Bob moaned and groaned his way out of the middle and glided off to the
bathroom.  *Damned* fine ass on him!  And those muscles...  Yeh, we'd be
doing a *lot* of tactile exploration if I had anything to say about it.
   Kat's and my bladders were okay for a while longer, so I rolled her over
on her back and explored.  Wonderful fire-red hair.  Medium thickness, so
it didn't frizz out a lot, with a pretty sheen in the morning light.  I
spread it out around her head -- she looked like an angel.
   I explored the freckles she had generously scattered on her face, neck,
shoulders, chest, boobs...  hmm, a couple really big ones down there needed
special attention.  I kissed each freckle gently and took an occasional lap
with my tongue, tasting her unique sweetness.
   I felt her smile underneath me.  Our nipples woke up and our pussies got
slick.  Continuing to kiss her, I stopped every so often and gently rubbed
my nipples over hers, causing both of us to get harder.
   We felt the bed sag a little as Bob slipped back across Kat from me.  He
grinned at me; we leaned forward across her and shared a wonderful warm
kiss, flavored with a tiny flick of tongue.
   Light spirit-hug and _kiss_.  _"Good morning, Sherry, my Spanish Sun. 
Let's see if we can get Kat nice and warm."_
   We _linked_ lightly and we molested her.  We mirrored each other's
actions -- he didn't have boobs to rub her with, but his nipples were
plenty hard.  We worked our mouths and tongues down her chest onto those
wonderful breasts, traced the blue veins under her porcelain skin and felt
their heat as Kat became more and more aroused.
   Kat moaned, arched her back and stroked my breasts gently with her left
hand while running her right over Bob's chest and stomach.  Our pussies
dripped by now.  Kat tightened up and quivered slightly all over while her
pussy rhythmically pulsed and fluttered and a gentle warm orgasm ran
through us.
   More sucks and gentle nips kept it going gently for several minutes,
washing us continually with each other's love, until we relented and let
her gently down.  Sweet aftershocks coursed through us for several minutes
as we kissed her sweet mouth and eyes and caressed her body to show her our
love.
   She gave a big sigh of contentment, blazed a smile at us and hugged us
both hard.  _"You are the best.  I love you so much it's sometimes hard to
breathe."_
   We relaxed for a moment then Bob and Kathleen attacked me!  Before I
knew what was happening, they had me on my back with Kat's mouth firmly
attached to my breast.  Bob spread my legs wide and his mouth was going
directly towards my snatch!
   I protested a little, _"Bob...  I'm probably pretty smelly.  I douched
last night but haven't washed thoroughly..."_
   _"Not to worry, my Sun.  You will taste as wonderful as you are
beautiful down here.  You are a tawny desert flower, blooming in the
sunlight."_
   I quivered all over and shook even more as he gently laved my back door
and ran his tongue up the center between my labia.  He licked gently time
and again, and all the while Kat washed my hard nipples and gently milked
my boobs.
   God!  The energy was collecting!  Kat told me, _"Let it spread all
through your body, honey.  Then when you climax, your whole body orgasms."_
   They licked, sucked and stroked for several agonizing minutes while the
energy built up all through me.  _"Gently, gently, my Sun.  Don't push, let
it roll through you."_
   So warm and sweet it ran through us!  So much love!  Wonderful!  They
kept me coming gently for at least ten minutes while above we danced sweet
adagios and _merged_ again and again with gentle love.
   They eased me down slowly with slow gentle caresses which still thrilled
me.  We had aftershocks for another minute or so then finally I was able to
lie there contentedly and purr at them, _"I love you, Bob.  I love you,
Kat. You make me feel happy, protected and so loved."_
   Finally my bladder yelled loud enough to get my attention.  I tried to
roll out of bed but I was so limp all over I couldn't stand up.
   "A ride on the Sorcerer's magic carpet is in order, my Spanish Sun."
   Bob picked me up under my shoulders and legs and carried me like a baby
into the bathroom.  He didn't grunt or tense up, just handled me like I
weighed maybe ten pounds instead of 130.  He kissed my mouth and both
breasts so thoroughly on the way so by the time he lowered me onto the
toilet, I was panting again.
   "Damn it, Bob!  How am I going to pee if you do that?"
   Evil grin.  "Maybe you won't be able to.  I'll just kneel here and suck
on your titties until you come again...  maybe it will help."
   I smacked him a couple times then the pee flowed, and I groaned in
relief for the next minute.
   "Shower time, ladies?"
   Both of us: "Yes!"
   Bob started the shower and Kat came in with some towels.  Jeez she looks
lovely.  I'd seen her nekkid most of yesterday afternoon and evening but...
that had been "fun and games," this was us together, making love.
   Bob was more than gorgeous.  Besides all those totally wonderful
muscles, he glowed with life; it surrounded him like a blaze.
   We fit in the shower.  Nice soapy, slippery fun.  Kat and Bob washed my
hair lovingly -- so erotic!  Then Bob and I did Kat's fire.  It felt as
good as it looked and felt so...  personal.  Lovely.
   There was an abundance of Pooh Bear towels.  Kat grinned at me.  "It
seems Kathleen was a bit kinky on Pooh Bear.  Remind me to show you some
panties..."
   We got dressed.  I was able to fit in a set of Kat's casual sweats from
the closet (four feet of closet space!  Heaven!) then we trooped out to the
kitchen for some nourishment.
   Dave and Elizabeth came in just then too.  We looked each other over and
noticed all us ladies had the fresh-fucked look!
   Quick hugs and kisses.  Elizabeth asked me, "You're here for a while,
right Sherry?"
   I gave her my happiest smile.  "Yeh, these two kidnapped me last night
and are threatening me with massive, sustained molestation."
   "Then we'd best feed you well so you can withstand the rigors." Big
grin.
   Dave and Bob went to work on breakfast while we ladies took our ease
around the table.  Bob brought us coffee and went back to the stove.
   Dave and he grumbled.
   "The things they have us men do." Ugh.
   "Bring home food." Groan.
   "Cook food." Moan.
   "Serve food." Complain.
   "Wash dishes." Whimper.
   "FUCK WOMEN!  YES!" Cheers and high-fives!
   They got thoroughly rasberried, along with admonitions to get their
butts in gear and feed us.
   Elizabeth smiled.  "Nice party last night?"
   Dave told us, "Hmph.  She said she wasn't invited and pouted all
morning. Then when the real fun started, she went over, hid in the trees
and _peeked_!"
   Elizabeth protested innocently, "Well, no one said I wasn't allowed to
do it!"
   Dave grinned at us.  "Then she came back all horny and forced me to
service her all night."
   Elizabeth's face got a little pink and her nipples popped up.  "Yeh! 
When's the next one?"
   We laughed at her.  I suggested, "Why don't you host your own Butterfly
Party?"
   Dave put in, "Eighteen and over -- you're all invited!"
   Hmm.  Kat and I looked him over intently.  He grinned, stared at our
chests appreciatively and licked his lips.
   I noticed Elizabeth checking out Bob.  Kathleen chuckled.  "Remember,
folks, incest is all right as long as you keep it in the family."
   Elizabeth said intently, "We still haven't finalized the Ceann's duties
regarding the women.  I know how I'll vote." She had a very hungry look.
   Bob laughed.  "I'd go to Father for advice on this one, but he'd just
tell me to fuck 'em all -- as often as I could!"
   Dave said, "Fockin' aye right!"
   Kat and I eyeballed Bob hard.  "In that case, we'd better get you into
fighting trim," I told him.  "I've heard some rumors you've been slacking
off lately -- some bull-shit excuses like school, construction gigs and
rescuing damsels in new bodies."
   Bob brought us food.  "Can I at least eat something first?"
   "Yeh but hurry it up!"
   We ate.  A lot.  I felt the sexual tension building among us; Elizabeth
said casually, "Maybe Dave and I should clear the table real fast and you
guys can start here."
   Dave said quietly, "Remember, Elizabeth, the Rod of Chastisement awaits
those who get too big for their britches."
   Elizabeth immediately unbuttoned her pants and raised her eyebrows.
   Bob asked, "Father, are men sometimes permitted to skip the wash dishes
part and go directly to the fuck women stage?"
   We ladies said, "YEESS!"
   Chapter 10
   KATHLEEN (Sunday morning 1/29)
   We let breakfast settle for fifteen minutes.  Sherry and I looked
through my clothes in Bob's closet and decided she could wear quite a few
of the things I had.  We didn't wear the same size shoe but everything else
was pretty close.
   I modeled my nasty Pooh Panties for her; we got a great chuckle.  I
reminded her I had more over at Ana's so we decided to go over there later
and check them out.
   Bob came strolling in, grinning.  "This *is* the party, right?"
   We attacked him and managed to get his shirt off before he had us both
pinned on the bed.  We struggled, moaned, groaned, threatened, pleaded, all
to no avail; we were prisoners of his lust!
   Bob told me, "You know, Kat, I think we need to show the new girl a good
time so she won't feel so lonely in the new neighborhood."
   "Yep.  I hear she's awfully horny and has a *great* rack."
   "And a hard round ass."
   "And wonderful Spanish eyes."
   We double-teamed her from the start.  She screamed (very quietly),
trembled in mock fear and drooled pussy juice into her panties.
   We slowly stripped her shirt off while planting wet, slobbery kisses
over her tummy.  Slightly drier kisses on her hot, tight boobs.  Her
nipples were already hard and we made them harder with sucks, tongue washes
and little tooth nibbles.
   We showed no mercy.  I held down her upper body by sitting on her face
with my hands on the wall, effectively muffling her cries for mercy.  She
retaliated with a hard wet tongue on my slit, pushing it in deeply.
   Bob pulled off her sweats while making admiring comments about how
smooth her skin was, how good she smelled and how shapely her hips and legs
were.
   Bob dove in Down Under and got going.  Sherry and I _shared_ our
sensations closely -- each of us was getting eaten twice-over!  We panted;
I started keening on each breath while she moaned into my pussy and sucked
in my clit.
   _"God, this is so nice, Kat!  I can get it all inside -- you're gonna
get it now!"_
   I shrieked and Bob pushed three fingers slowly inside her channel. 
Sherry's hips bounced and Bob had to reach on top to keep control.  He
pressed down just above her mound, pressing her vaginal nerves between his
fingers inside and his hand outside.
   Bob hit her G-spot hard, fluttered his tongue on her clit and both of us
came hard!  I locked up tightly while our energy roared through us and
screamed out my joy.
   Sherry screamed too, right onto my clit while she convulsed underneath
me time and time again, clamping her pussy down hard on Bob's fingers.
   Our energies flooded out of our nerves and through all of us.  With both
Sherry and I coming together, the intensity seemed even more than two
orgasms -- we were compounding it and back-feeding it to each other.
   We finally relaxed and toppled over onto our sides.  As we rested, at
least five aftershocks shuddered through us; we quivered and sighed in
delight at the warmth.  She finally became coherent; we sat her up with her
back against some pillows on the wall.
   She told us, "Now, *that* was showing the new girl a good time.  I love
you both so much!" Big smile.
   Bob got us water bottles and Sherry and I drained them dry.  Damn!  My
legs were weak from coming and I had to pee.
   "Help!" I appealed to Bob.
   "Yes, Mistress of My Heart."
   He slung me over his shoulder and diddled my clit several times on the
way in.  I shrieked and sprayed pussy juice over his chest; I hope it was
only pussy juice!  I managed to hold it until Bob sat me down then let it
flow.
   I patted dry and washed quickly -- there was pussy juice halfway down my
thighs -- and I was back in business.
   Bob carried Sherry in over his shoulder.  At every step he'd swat her
butt lightly; she'd shriek and kick her legs (gently).  He diddled her butt
quickly and sat her down.
   While she was letting it flow, she told us, "You guys are *good.* Nasty
but good."
   Bob quirked an eyebrow at her and I told her, "You don't know how good
we are yet.  The good times have just begun and you have to survive the
Sorcerer's Grip..."
   Sherry gasped and her nipples tightened again.
   "And the Sorcerer's Wand.  You've been a good girl lately, so the Rod of
Chastisement is not needed.  Yet.  Already you have attempted to get around
the Clann rules Bob makes up as he goes along by seducing Don and Ana into
servicing your wanton lust.  So beware, little one!  The Ceann and
Ceann-Mate watch you closely!"
   Sherry breathed harder and we _felt_ her pussy flutter.  It kept cutting
off her pee stream and she groaned.
   Bob warmed up a washcloth and I carefully cleaned her off.  We'd spread
her pussy juice from the top of her mound well down her thighs.  As I
washed I told her, "You're going to be wetter yet by the time we get
through with you, young lady."
   She moaned again but smiled in anticipation.
   ------
   BOB (Sunday 1/29)
   We straightened out the bed -- there were a couple nice-smelling damp
spots left over but no big deal.  Kat got a few pillows, leaned against the
wall and pulled Sherry back against her.
   They nuzzled and snogged while Kat ran her hands lightly down Sherry's
arms and tummy with an occasional foray onto her breasts and into her Mary
Jane.  I sat cross-legged in front of them and stroked Sherry's legs and
hips while I admired her lovely pussy.  It swelled up again with her
arousal and her inner lips pushed out slowly, throbbing with her heart
beat.
   We lightened our link to about 10%.  Interesting.  Seems our attention
wasn't diluted so much that way.
   I moved in a little closer to Sherry; she spread her legs wide and I
eased in between.  Her pink slit glistened with her wetness.  I told her,
"Pick your sweet butt up, Sherry and sit in my lap."
   She arched off her legs and shoulders and I scooted up close.  Kat and I
eased her butt down inside my crossed legs and we relaxed again.  Little
Bob was at full attention and settled in her labia with his head running
above her clit.  Sherry twitched her hips a few times and we gasped as her
clit rubbed across me.  Nice!
   Kat guided Sherry's arms behind her into her own soaking pussy, telling
her, "Gently, leave the clit be for a while." Sherry relaxed back against
her, and while Kat stroked her arms and front, Sherry gently caressed Kat's
labia and stroked a finger lightly into her hole.
   I stroked Sherry's legs and hips and told her, "The Sherry love
sandwich."
   Sherry told us, "So nice." She let out a contented sigh.  "Surrounded by
loving friends."
   With her hands behind her buried in Kat, her back arched and pushed her
hot breasts and hard nipples at me.  I whispered, "Relax and enjoy.  This
is all for you, my Spanish Sun; behold the Sorcerer's Grip."
   The secret, I guess you'd call it, to the Grip was tension in my hands.
Since the muscles have so much strength, I have a tremendous range of
pressure control.  By tensing them up a little (little for me, that is),
she can feel the strength underneath the feather-light strokes.  Seems to
do the job.
   Stroking one at a time to the nipple, I pulled the blood and energy into
them.  She arched her back more and her hips thrust her clit urgently
against me.
   I dropped my hands to her hips and slowed her down.  "Gently, gently, my
sweet.  We're on the gentle swells of the ocean lapping on the beach, not
surfing the big waves or the tsunamis." She relaxed, closed her eyes and
leaned her head back against Kat's shoulder.
   I stroked again.  Her nipples enlarged and got dark red from her blood
inside them.  They pushed out more and more until her areolae were complete
pulled into them.
   Now.  Gentle pressure on a nipple released the first sweet wave of
energy through her -- and us.  We sighed and moaned with pleasure.  "Gentle
waves lapping on the shore..."
   We kept her climaxing gently but continuously while her fingers in Kat's
pussy brought Kat to a similar gentle, continuous orgasm.  We stopped every
ten minutes or so, got a bit of water perhaps and shared sweet gentle
kisses among us.  Then we continued the stroking, bringing the warmth of
our love continuously through us while we slowly spirit-hugged and
intertwined ourselves above, around and through our bodies.
   We continued our sweet love-making for at least thirty minutes then,
with a last set of kisses, relaxed.  Sherry was flushed down onto her
breasts and Kat's flush ran down out of sight behind Sherry.
   ------
   SHERRY
   We untangled ourselves and flopped out on the bed for a while, trading
caresses, sweet kisses and gentle hugs.  Kat and I both downed at least a
quart of water each, while Bob "made do" with a pint.
   My bladder demanded attention.  Kat jumped off the bed, grabbed my
ankles while facing away and dragged me off the mattress.  I yelled, but
about the time my butt left the edge, Bob had hooked his elbows under my
shoulders with his hands across my tits.
   Laughing their heads off, they carried me towards the bathroom.  Bob
kept molesting my boobs and nipples and at every step his cock banged my
ear.
   In the bathroom they maneuvered around a little bit then set me down on
the floor.  Jesus, Mary and Joseph!  They'd set my ass down on the cold
tile!  I'm not a gymnast but I think I did a credible back-bend to pick it
off in a hurry.
   They cackled maniacally.  Bitch!  Asshole!  Revenge *will* be sweet!
   They flipped me upright; Bob caught me and let me down gently.  This
time, my feet landed on the rug.
   I glared at them, sat down on the toilet and let it flood.  Still
glaring at them, I let loose the loudest, juiciest fart I could and let
loose with a huge dump!
   "That's what I think."
   They laughed.  _Screams!  Alarm!_ "Gas attack!  Everybody out!"
   They fled the scene of their crime.  Kat stuck her head back in the door
reached around and turned off the light (which turned off the fan, too). 
"Have fun!" She shut the door firmly.
   Some friends.  I flipped the light and fan back on with a _touch_; I
*was* a bit smelly.
   I took my time.  Let them think I'm stewing or what ever.  I washed up
thoroughly afterwards, though.  The day was still young!
   When I came back out, they were still cackling over their juvenile
trick! They got a long glare and a good look at my middle fingers until I
couldn't hold it in any longer and joined them in laughing our asses off.
   We took a quick shower and put on some robes; I wasn't quite ready to go
prancing around nekkid in front of Dave and Elizabeth.  Kat and I got Pooh
Bear robes and Bob, with a totally straight face, put on one of Kat's
really frilly green dressing gowns.
   All our effort was wasted though.  Dave and Elizabeth weren't around;
Elizabeth had left us a note:
   ------
   Sounded as if you were all getting along okay.  We'll be back!
   ------
   We scarfed down some early lunch.  Sex *always* made me hungry.  While
we ate, we chatted about the Clann.
   "Bob, Riona and Alyssa will probably be starting up a group at their
school.  How do you think their group would relate to us?"
   "Well, I expect they can find quite a few people who are able, can
remember and would be willing to form an extended family similar to what we
have.  They may remain separate as to sexual activities, or they may simply
become a sub-family to us.  Probably a lot will depend on who they find and
what they prefer.  Already there's the Donovans and O'Banains, so there's
eight right there."
   I mentioned, "They seemed to be getting along *really* well with Colin
and Doug last night.  They could be a real possibility as an Inner Circle."
   Kat said, "Let's ask."
   We _peeked_ at what they were doing right then and backed off
immediately.  Bob commented dryly, "Well, they seem to be getting along
okay."
   It was good for a fifteen-minute chuckle-fest.  If you call two couples
screwing each other's brains out, "getting along okay," I guess it fit.
   ------
   KATHLEEN (Sunday morning/early afternoon 1/29)
   After lunch, we went out to the back yard and relaxed.  The Reynolds had
plenty of shaded areas since they had the easy-burn Irish skin.  Maybe
Sherry could be out in the sun but not Bob and me.
   After a half-hour, I slipped back inside and changed our bed sheets.  I
wanted this next session to be as perfect as possible.
   When I was done, I told them, "Nap time!  Everybody in!" We sprawled out
on the bed, popped outside and let the bodies sleep.
   Time for some exploring!  We popped over to Universal City and explored
the City Walk.  It's kind of fun to go shopping without a body; there's no
way anyone can crowd you!
   We did a lot of back-office exploring.  I, at least, wanted to know how
businesses were *really* run.  I'd had a couple business-type courses but
wanted to look at some real operations.  JRD deserved the best I could give
it, especially since I'm the biggest stockholder and would win both
directions!
   After I dropped a few subtle hints ("Let's go back and screw our brains
out!"), we popped back home and nudged our bodies awake.  Quick pee calls,
fill the water bottles and get the towels.
   I pushed Bob and Sherry together so they were facing each other on their
sides.  "You two.  You've had the hots for each other for years.  I'll
watch and take notes." Grin.
   Bob and Sherry snuggled up face-to-face and smiled smiled smiled at each
other.  Bob told her, "She's right, ya know.  Just because you hadn't
seemed to be my end-all didn't mean I don't love and desire you.  You are
my Spanish Sun, the friend and now lover who was always there for me.  I
love you, Sherry Stapley and don't you ever forget it."
   Sherry melted and cried tears of happiness.  I cried too because I loved
them so much.
   They shared sweet, warm kisses which gradually became more intense as
they wound their arms and legs around each other.  I felt them _link_
pretty solidly but I stayed with just enough _link_ from them to me so I
could get a little taste and they wouldn't have their attention diverted
from each other.
   I knew how well Bob could kiss and he was giving Sherry his best! 
Things were scorching along well in about five minutes and from behind
Sherry, I could see wetness seeping from her pussy onto her legs.
   With a tiny nudge or two, I got the Sorcerer's Wand positioned lightly
against Sherry's soaking lips and rubbed the head gently against her
throbbing inner lips.
   Nice warm climax!  She was really ready.  I used my own copious pussy
juice to ensure the Wand was well-lubricated, set the head at her entrance
then backed away.
   Bob told her, "I love you, Sherry.  Behold the Sorcerer's Wand."
   She climaxed three times before he bottomed out.  God!  I _felt_ their
energy expand beyond their bodies and even beyond our room!
   Sherry was climaxing every minute.  Nice, firm hot ones which made us
shudder with pleasure without locking up their muscles.  Yeh, just right
for a long, slow love-making.
   They rolled with Bob on top.  Sherry matched his strokes, thrusting up
gently to meet him with her legs wrapped firmly around his.
   They were shining with perspiration.  Sherry was flushed to below her
breasts and what I could see of Bob was a nice warm pink.  I thought they
were doing just fine.
   Sherry was climaxing continuously now -- they were spraying love and
sexual energy off so fast and hard I could almost feel it physically.  She
breathed deeply and every inhale and exhale produced a low cry of pure
pleasure.
   He told her, _"Let all of it go, my Sun.  Let me control it so you have
no concern.  We have all the time in the world, my love, so let it all
go."_
   I felt her attitude change suddenly; she surrendered herself completely
to him.  Bob pinned her arms to her sides with his.  He brought his ankles
under her legs and locked them together.  Between his arms and legs, Sherry
couldn't move except for a little bit with her head and hips.  Bob
controlled her completely.
   Sherry shrieked high and loud with every stroke and shook all over.  She
stared at Bob and cried with joy.
   I _felt_ Bob thicken inside her then after a few strokes, he spent
himself inside her as she shook and convulsed beneath him.  The energy
field they'd generated expanded outwards to twice its size then as their
mutual orgasms reinforced each other, it compressed inwards, increasing the
intensity and speed of their release.
   They shrieked with happiness and locked themselves together time and
time again as their bodies vibrated with their energy releases.
   I felt my entire body climax too, even though I'd stopped touching
myself minutes ago -- I'd been too wrapped up in their pleasure to bother
with what I'd been doing.
   They vibrated and stroked together for a long time, ten minutes at
least, while we spirit-hugged and _kissed_ above.  At last, the energy
they'd created bled off enough so their bodies could relax a little.
   Bob and Sherry gasped for breath and were soaked with perspiration; I
ran a dry towel over their faces quickly to keep the sweat out of their
eyes.  All three of us cried tears of happiness and love.
   They rolled to their sides and tried to relax while they kissed gently
and caressed each other with their hands and feet; I kept wiping off their
faces to keep their eyes clear.  Sherry told me, "Come here with us, Kat.
You're part of our love, too."
   I snuggled in behind Sherry's wet, hot back and caressed them while Bob
and I nuzzled and kissed her.  I _felt_ aftershocks run through us for
another ten minutes while they settled down.  We popped outside and did a
wonderfully-sensuous dance of love, acceptance and joy.
   ------
   BOB (Sunday afternoon/evening 1/29)
   I'd come harder and more intensely before but had never had the immense
amount of love and energy surround me as it just had.
   If it had been just Sherry and me, it would have been great.  However,
with Kathleen there, too, acting as a catalyst and _sharing_ *her* love, it
had been...  stupendous!
   We finally calmed down so our bodies could breathe normally.  I'd
softened enough to slip out of Sherry and we rolled over on our backs and
relaxed.
   Kat slipped in between Sherry's legs and cleaned her of our spend; she
sucked her dry and _shared_ with us her pleasure at the task.  She cleaned
me up, too.  Though I'd just had an enormous come, since it was Kat, I
perked up again.
   Kat told me, _"You stud!  You're showing off!  Swoon!"_
   I told them, "Could only happen with the two ladies I love so much I can
barely survive making love with them."
   "PRRRRRR!"
   Several towel-wipes and bottles of water later, we let our bodies drift
off to sleep while we danced slow steps of happiness in the sunlight above.
   With spirit-tears of happiness, Sherry told us, _"George and I never
really had the time to do anything like that.  We always went at it hard
and fast because we were rarely in a safe environment._
   _"When we were at either of your places, we were safe, but it had always
been so long since we'd been able to make love, we just went at it really
hard.  Thank you, my friends, my loves, for taking the time to make it so
special for me." Tears of joy._
   We told her, _"We took the time because you're special.  You're The
Sherry, the wonderful combination of love and toughness we need to keep
sane in this world.  We love you, Sherry and always will."_
   ------
   JANET (Monday 1/30)
   We were in despair about Pat and Valerie.  We'd been hoping every day to
_hear_ them start _talking_ and to be at least expanded a little outside
their bodies.  Nada.
   Yeh, we got an occasional _kiss_ feeling and a few other things but not
the big ones.  One of us would spot them every couple days and give them an
_inspection_, hoping they'd remember.
   We talked it over with the gang at lunch on Monday.  Sherry told us
something interesting, "You guys've heard about excitation energy, right?
You have to put so much energy into an atom before it fissions and gives
off more than you put into it.
   "Maybe you're running into the same issue here.  You've told us they
have tremendous Potential; maybe they need a lot of excitation energy to go
over the edge.  Try a really *hard* shake-up -- I doubt if you'll hurt
them."
   Yes!  Sounded like a plan.  In the afternoon, we lay in wait on the walk
from Harvard Middle School to our complex.
   There they were!  So sweet, yet so damned tough to break out.
   Each of us gave both of them a thorough, hard scan and told them,
_Remember!_ Hell, it felt like pissing in the ocean -- we put a shitload of
mental energy into them and it just seemed to fade away into nothing. 
Damn!
   
  
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