 
                 --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 8===--
 
Chapter 8
 
 
 
    After unpacking, Martin's first trip was to see Sarah. 
There were things he needed to talk to someone about, and she had
always been there for him.  He knocked on her door, and was surprised
that it opened so quickly.  It was Georgia, however, that stood before
him.
 
    "Expecting someone?" he asked with amusement.
 
    She blushed.  "No, just happened to be standing next to the
door.  C'mon in.  I'll... leave you two alone."  Before either of them
could protest, she'd slipped from the room and closed the door.
 
    Sarah had risen upon seeing him, and she smiled now. 
Martin went to her, and they embraced.  It felt so good to touch her
again.  He leaned back slightly, and they kissed warmly for quite a
while.  Neither moved more than their hands and tongues during that
whole time.
 
    Finally, they broke the kiss.  Sarah was a little out of
breath, but she smiled at him.  "God, I missed you," she said huskily.
 
    "Me, too," he answered, and then he gently maneuvered her
to sit on her bed.  This was where they always talked, facing each
other, sitting Indian-style.  He reached out and took her hand, just to
hold on to part of her, to feel her presence.  She smiled again.
 
    "So, how was your trip home?" she asked after a minute of
silent unity between them.
 
    "Pretty good.  At least I didn't have to beat anyone up
this time."  She giggled at him, and he smiled.  After just a moment,
he sobered, though.  "There was one troubling thing."
 
    "What's that?" she asked, her smile fading somewhat.
 
    "I found out that I used to have an older sister.  But she
died when I was two years old."  Although none of his relatives had
used the word, Martin knew that's what they meant.  "They say I'm
responsible for it... that the warmth was more than she could deal
with."
 
    Sarah's face was a mask of non-emotion for a moment.  Then,
considering her words, she said, "There's nothing you could have done. 
I mean, you were two, you didn't even know about it.  How old was she?"
 
    "Four, I guess."  He saw a look in Sarah's eyes he didn't
understand.
 
    "So, she knew you for two years.  They were probably two
happy years.  I'd try not to dwell on it, Marty."
 
    "But I killed my own sister!" he cried.
 
    Sarah could see that he was badly shaken by this new
knowledge.  The thought that he could have cost someone their life just
by *being* was hard for him to swallow.  Sarah moved closer to him,
wrapping her arms around him.  Martin actually started crying on her
shoulder.  Sarah, knowing that this was, and was not, necessary, held
him through it.
 
 
 
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    The pair talked for several hours after Martin had calmed
down.  He filled her in on family events, as he had always done.  It
never occurred to him to ask why she never mentioned her own family,
but she was content to talk about his life, and so that's what they
stuck to.  After some time, he brought up another issue that was
troubling him.
 
    "Sar, I need your advice about something."
 
    "Shoot."
 
    "It's Jen.  Peter and I worked out an agreement.  I'm
supposed to 'take' her sometime this week."
 
    "Okay... I don't see the problem."
 
    Martin fidgeted a bit.  Sarah rested her hand on his to
show moral support, and he settled slightly.  "I'm not used to feeling
this way about someone, Sarah, but...  After all she's done to
Peter...  I really want to... I don't know, not *hurt* her, but..."
 
    "Humiliate her?" Sarah asked.
 
    "Sort of... I mean... Hell, I don't know what I mean...
she's been manipulating him, controlling him, for the last semester and
a half... I'd kind of like to make her see how that feels."
 
    "You want to take control away from her, but make her
*know* she's not in control, is that it?"
 
    "Yeah... I think."  He smirked at her.  "This is a new
feeling for me.  I don't really like the idea of punishing people. 
Guess I wouldn't make a good principal, huh?"
 
    Sarah giggled.  "Nope.  But, let me think.  Loss of
control, while you enslave her... I assume you're going to enslave her
through... ah... 'sexual means'?"
 
    Martin blushed, but nodded.
 
    "Okay... so, why not rape her?"
 
    Martin looked at her in complete and total shock.  "Sarah!"
he almost yelled.
 
    Sarah raised her hands, both to settle him, and to defend
her words.  "Not *really* rape her, I don't mean throw her down, rip
off her clothes, and all that.  If you can learn to control the warmth,
then you can make her... how do I put this?  You can make her
semi-compliant: she'll resist, but not strongly."
 
    "But, I mean... that's..."
 
    "You don't have to keep it up throughout.  Just for the
first part of it.  Just enough so that she knows that her control has
been taken away."
 
    "I don't know, Sarah..."
 
    The two discussed it for some time, until Martin finally
agreed with what Sarah was saying, having plotted the whole thing out
between them, including the participation of one other person.  Then,
Sarah taught Martin a new technique, so that he could hopefully control
the level of the warmth completely.  He didn't master it, but there was
real hope that this method would work for him.
 
    By the time the two finished up, it was nearly eight
o'clock.  "Crap," Martin said, seeing the time.  "We missed dinner. 
Good thing I've got supplies in my room.  You got stuff?"
 
    She replied affirmatively, and motioned to the cabinet in
the corner.  "We are well stocked."
 
    He stood up to go, and she stood with him.  When they got
to the door, he turned back to her.  "Sarah, will you go out with me? 
I mean, on a real date?"
 
    "The dance wasn't a real date?" she asked with a soft smile.
 
    "Not really... not to my way of thinking, anyhow.  I mean,
like dinner, a movie, something like that."
 
    "I'd love to go out with you Marty.  When?"
 
    "This Friday?"
 
    "It's a date."  He smiled at her particular choice of
words, but then she kissed him, which ended the smile, though not the
mood that went with it.
 
    "See you tomorrow," he said as he left her room.  He felt
much better for having talked with her.  He hoped that things would
work out as they had designed.
 
 
 
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    The next day at lunch, Marty was sitting alone.  Sarah was
off at class, and none of his other friends had shown up yet.  He was
working his way through his lunch, thinking about school things, when a
small, soft hand ran across the back of his neck, and the person it was
attached to sat down next to him.
 
    "Hey, Marty," Georgia said in greeting.  "How's things?"
 
    "Oh, hey," he said in some surprise.  Not only had he not
heard her coming, but she hadn't ever sat with him before.  "Things are
cool.  How 'bout you?"
 
    She smiled before digging into her lunch.  Her mouth full
of hamburger, she said, "Oh, it's fine."  Swallowing, she dropped her
voice a little and said, "You know, I never told you how much fun I had
that night."
 
    Martin blushed slightly.  He couldn't very well tell her
that she didn't have a choice in the matter, now could he?  "Me, too,"
he said, averting his eyes.
 
    "Maybe, if the thing with you and Sarah doesn't work out,
maybe we could do it again sometime."  She grinned at him impishly,
while he stuttered.
 
    "Hey, you two!" Martin heard, blessing fate that someone
had gotten him out of this awkward situation.  He turned to see Chris
walking toward him.  He sat down across from Georgia, greeting her in a
friendly manner, and then turning to Martin.  "So, how was your
vacation, man?"
 
    "Pretty good.  Got my new wheels."
 
    "Volkswagen or Yugo?" Chris laughed.  They'd joked about it
all semester.
 
    Chris' laughter didn't last through Martin's response. 
"Mustang."
 
    "You're shittin' me!"
 
    "Nope.  Ford Mustang Cobra convertible."
 
    "Damn!  I want to have your parents, bud."
 
    Martin grinned.  Just then, Peter joined them at the table.
 
    "Hey, Pete.  Where's your appendage?" Chris asked
undiplomatically.
 
    Peter didn't even bother to glower at him anymore.  "In
class.  Figured I'd take the opportunity to eat lunch alone for once."
 
    "Good man!" Chris said.  Martin just smirked.
 
    Georgia, having finished her lunch and feeling slightly out
of place in this clique, collected her things.  Standing, she said,
"See you guys later.  Bye, Marty."  The look he got as she walked away
was incredulous.
 
    "Since when did you become a chick magnet?" Chris asked. 
Martin just shrugged in feigned puzzlement.  How to tell them that he
was even sleeping with a professor?
 
    "Marty," Peter said, interrupting his thoughts, "When did
you want... um... me to bring Jen over so you could... talk to her?" 
This conversation was hard to have with Chris there, but Martin didn't
mind.
 
    "I need a little time to get something organized.  Give me
until Wednesday, okay?"
 
    "Gotcha."
 
    "What're you two up to?" Chris inquired.
 
    Peter said, "He thinks he has a way to get Jen off my back."
 
    "Oh?  What're you gonna do, break her knees?"
 
    "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, okay?  And you
probably won't believe how she behaves after Wednesday.  Just get used
to the idea ahead of time, all right?"  Martin answered evasively.
 
    Chris gave him a hairy eyeball, but let it slide.  They
finished their lunch in peace.
 
 
 
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    Martin spent a good deal of time on Monday night and
Tuesday working with Sarah to perfect the new technique for fully
controlling the level of the warmth.  By the end of Tuesday, he felt he
really had the technique down well enough to try it in a real-life
situation.  That was a good thing, because he'd need it Wednesday
afternoon.
 
    He had made all the necessary preparations, and was sitting
quietly, doing his Calculus II homework with a study partner, when the
knock came at the door.  He quickly shooed his guest into the closet;
it was part of the plan.
 
    Martin opened the door to see Peter and Jen standing
there.  Jen already looked a little irritated.  Peter was trying to
control his expression, though.
 
    "Hey, Pete.  What's up?"
 
    "Marty, can you help me with this?  I'm just not getting
this lesson."
 
    "Sure, c'mon in."  The lesson in question was from Calc I,
because Peter had not passed the course the previous semester, and was
being forced to retake it.  The two sat down at Martin's two desks
together, and started to talk over the lesson.  Martin didn't know
whether Pete actually needed help or not, but he had to at least make
it look good.
 
    It wasn't long before Jennifer, bored to tears with their
studying, sat on Martin's bed and promptly "fell asleep".  She laid her
head down on her chest and closed her eyes, as if she were asleep, but
both of them knew she wasn't.  It was one of the many irritating things
she did to try to wheedle more attention out of her boyfriend.  This
time, though, it wasn't going to work.
 
    The two boys worked together for about a half hour.  Pete's
questions led Martin to believe that he actually did need help with
this, which he was glad to provide, since he now understood the
material, thanks to Lianna.  After that half-hour, they quietly closed
their books.  Pete and Martin walked to the door, and Martin let Pete
out.  They knew it would be a few minutes before Jen would try to
follow.  After all, to spring right up would show that she had not been
sleeping, after all, and spoil the whole ploy.
 
    The problem for Jen this time was that Martin had installed
a special lock on his door.  It wasn't permanent, and he'd have to do a
little patching before the semester was over, but for right now, he
needed to make sure she couldn't leave.  He locked the door, and then
went back to his desk, pretty much ignoring Jen's "sleeping" form.
 
    After about five minutes, Jen got up, rubbed her eyes, and
headed for the door.  Martin had placed the lock in a non-obvious spot,
so she didn't see it right away.  When she tried to open the door, it
wouldn't budge.  Then she saw the lock.  She was immediately upset at
the idea of being locked in.
 
    Turning to Martin, she said, "Well?"
 
    Martin, who had looked up from his books as soon as she had
gotten up, said, "Is there a problem?"
 
    "I can't get out, you stupid shit!"  She marched toward him
in an overtly threatening manner.  This was silly, given her size
versus his, but she was trying to make it stick.  "You let me out of
here right now, or else!"
 
    "Or else what?" he asked calmly, leaning against the back
edge of his desk.
 
    "Or else you'll regret it, Martin Gallagher!"
 
    "No."  Martin tried very hard to keep his eyes focused on
Jen as his guest silently crept out of the closet.  He couldn't avert
his eyes now, it would alert his prey.
 
    "What do you mean, *no*?  You let me out of here!"
 
    Martin first adjusted his mental thinking.  He set the
warmth at the level he needed it to be, and then calmed himself.  In
order for this to work, he had to be focused.
 
    "Martin, you let me out of here right - OW!"
 
    Martin reached across and slapped her on the cheek, fairly
hard.  In the process, the warmth had pulsed through his hand and into
her.  It had been a strong pulse, and he saw it wash over her, even if
she didn't notice yet.
 
    Her eyes burned with fire at the insult, however.  "How
dare you," she said in a low, menacing growl.  "I will make you pay for
that."
 
    Martin readjusted his mental image again.  This was taxing
him, and he hoped he didn't have to keep this up much longer.  Too much
stress really made this difficult.  Finished, he raised his left hand
and set it gently along Jen's other cheek.  He could see redness on the
one he'd smacked.
 
    "Oh, I'm sorry, Jen.  Did that hurt?"  He could feel the
warmth moving into her, but at a very low level.  His eyes very quickly
darted to the other person in the room, who finally stepped forward. 
Looking again at Jen, he said.  "You know, I react that way sometimes
to bitches.  It just kind of pops out of me."
 
    "How dare you call me a..."
 
    "You've been manipulating Pete for how long now?  Seven
months?  Not counting Christmas, of course, since you were separated
then.  You've been trying to control every aspect of his life, trying
to dominate him and dictate to him what he had to do, and what he
couldn't do."  This speech was more for Martin himself than for Jen. 
He still wasn't completely comfortable with what he was doing, and he
was working himself up to it.  And the speech was doing the trick; he
was actually getting angry.
 
    "What the fuck is it to you?" she replied hotly.
 
    "Because Peter is my friend.  So, it's time that you stop
fucking with him."
 
    "Or what?" she spat.
 
    In response, Martin trailed his hand down to her blouse. 
*Thank God she's not wearing a T-shirt!*  His right hand joined it, and
they both pulled, hard.  Her buttons popped off and her blouse flew
open.  He had a nice view of her bra-clad tits.
 
    Jennifer was aghast at what he'd just done, but her mind
was cloudy all of a sudden, and it was hard to think.  She was supposed
to fight back now, right?  But she couldn't seem to pull herself
together.
 
    Suddenly, two hands came around from behind her, and cupped
her breasts.
 
    "Mm.  Nice big handfuls, Master," Lianna purred.
 
    "That they are, Lianna," he agreed.
 
    Jen squirmed as Lianna mauled her tits.  Not only was she
being molested, but now she was being molested by a *woman*!  This was
more than she could stand.
 
    "Let me go," she said.  Her voice was strong, but her
volume was not above conversational level.  It was as if she simply
couldn't scream out as she thought she ought to.
 
    "Uh-uh.  Not until my master is ready for you."
 
    Martin ran his hands over Jennifer's belly, again allowing
the warmth to flow into her at just a very slight rate.  Lianna leaned
down and kissed the base of Jen's neck.  Jen squirmed, trying to get
away, but the two had pretty much cornered her in-between them.
 
    "Raise your leg," Martin said, indicating her left one.
 
    "Why should I?" she retorted.
 
    He slapped her again, on the same cheek.
 
    "Do I need to repeat myself?"
 
    Meekly, Jennifer raised her leg to him.  Gently, Martin
untied her sneaker and pulled it off.  He also removed her sock.  Then,
he let go of her foot.
 
    "Now the other one."  She considered resisting, but didn't
want to be slapped again.  In moments, she was standing barefoot
between the two.
 
    Martin ramped up his warmth as he stepped up to Jen and put
his hands on her hips, pulling her to him.  He maneuvered around her
squirming, and kissed her on the lips.  She stopped fighting as the
warmth poured from his lips to hers.  The distraction allowed Lianna to
remove Jen's blouse, and to unhook her bra.
 
    Once he knew that Lianna had completed her task, he stepped
back from Jen, allowing her bra to fall from her chest.  For the first
time, he saw her large, pale areolas, and her erect nipples, sticking
out from her tits.
 
    "Oh, very nice," he said.  His hand caressed her tit, again
allowing the low-level warmth to flow through her.
 
    "Please," she whimpered.  "Don't do this to me."
 
    "Sweetheart," Lianna whispered in her ear, "you're going to
like it."
 
    "No," she cried out pitifully.
 
    "I told you," Martin said flatly, "I'm not going to let you
fuck with Pete anymore.  I'm putting an end to it."
 
    "I'll leave him alone!  Just, don't.  Please!"  Her whining
was very gratifying to Martin.  He could see tears forming in her eyes,
and that was the most satisfying sight he'd seen in a long time.  To
bring this bitch down to Earth, well... 

    Martin, in response to her pleading, reached down and
unbuttoned her jeans.  The zipper soon followed.  Lianna moved her
hands down from where they had rested on Jen's shoulders to push the
jeans off Jen's hips, allowing them to fall to the floor.
 
    Martin placed his foot on top of the jeans to hold them
down, and then said, "Step out of them."  Jennifer timidly did as she
was bidden.  He then kicked her jeans behind him.  He ran his hands
along her legs, lightly caressing her skin and sending more warmth
through her.  The trouble for Jen was that her mind said this was
wrong, but her body was already trembling in anticipation.
 
    When Martin's hands reached her panties, Jen sniffled,
"No..."
 
    "Yes," Martin responded.  He took hold of the garment and
pulled it past her hips.  As it fell to the floor, Jen closed her legs
tightly.
 
    "Step out of them," Martin ordered.
 
    "No," Jennifer answered with conviction.  Martin simply
stepped behind her.  Lianna moved slightly aside, but still kept hold
of Jennifer.  Martin's warmth surged through his hand as it smacked
soundly on Jen's backside.
 
    "Ow!" she cried out.
 
    "Now, you can either step out of them, or I can do that
again.  Your choice."
 
    She stepped out of her panties.
 
    Jen was now standing naked before these two.  Lianna's
hands were once again cupping Jen's tits, but now she was rolling the
nipples between her fingers, playing with Jen.  Jen's head hung down,
her eyes cast to the floor.  She didn't notice, therefore, that Martin
was getting undressed.  She only knew that he wasn't bothering her at
the moment.  Lianna was bad enough, mauling her tits and kissing her on
the neck.
 
    When Martin stepped back to her, because her eyes were cast
down, the first thing she saw was his erect cock.  Her eyes quickly
swung up to look at his face.  "You can't," she said in desperation.
 
    "I can," he answered, and kissed her again.  As their lips
mingled, his hand slipped between them, and forced its way between her
legs.  He could feel the wetness seeping from her, and was sure that
her body, if not her mind, was quite ready for what was about to
happen.  He stroked her a few times, eliciting involuntary moans from
her, but he wanted to get the unpleasant part of the day over with.  He
broke their kiss.
 
    "You are about to become *mine*.  Not only will you not
even want Peter anymore, but you will do whatever *I* want from now
on.  You're going to become what you turned Pete into."
 
    "Oh, God, no, please no!  I'll do anything!"
 
    "Yes, you will," Martin replied with a vicious smirk.  He
motioned to Lianna, and the two maneuvered Jen over onto the bed.  The
movement allowed Martin to get between her knees, so she was unable to
stop him.
 
    Martin positioned himself above Jen, and paused.  Lianna
had moved off to get undressed herself.  He bent down to kiss her one
more time, his cock ready to push inside of her.  As he broke the kiss,
he said, "Say good-bye to the bitchy Jennifer, and say hello to your
new life."
 
    "No, no, no..." Jen continued to repeat this, shaking her
head.  Martin ignored her, instead lining himself properly, and then
allowing the warmth to reach its normal level.  When it had, he pushed
into her.
 
    "...no, no, no, Oh, GOD YES!" she cried out.  The warmth
had suddenly overcome her resistance, and her mind was being assaulted
by its pleasure.  Its commands, of course, were something she wouldn't
notice until well after it was too late.
 
    Martin plunged fully into her, pushing until their pubes
met.  By that time, Jen was squirming beneath him.  Her body was being
overwhelmed by the wonderful sensation of the warmth.  Her body tingled
with it.  Martin leaned down, and for the first time, she kissed him
instead of the other way around.  Her tongue insistently requested
entry into his mouth, and he granted it.  Their tongues dueled as
Martin began to move inside her.
 
    Jen was completely overcome with lust.  She needed this
worse than any fuck she had ever experienced.  Her mind was assaulted
with sensations such as she had never known.  Martin's cock thrilled
her body to new heights of ecstasy.  Soon, she was spasming, deep in
the throes of her first orgasm of the day.
 
    Martin didn't even slow down, ramming into her throughout
her orgasm.  The warmth ramped her pleasure beyond anything she had
known, and it took a long time before she eased off from her climax. 
When she did, Martin slowed.  Finally, he stopped, just making small
circles with his hips in order to keep himself aroused.  Jen was
obviously in need of a breather.
 
    Martin leaned down, and took her into his arms.  Then he
maneuvered himself into a sitting position, with her in his lap.  This
was no easy task, but the sensations it caused for both of them were
worth it.  Finally, with her resting comfortably against him, Lianna
rejoined them.  She moved onto the bed so that she was pressing against
Jen's back, her hands caressing the girl's body.
 
    Jen had the strength to look back at her, somewhat
perplexed at the idea of another woman touching her like that.
 
    "Go ahead, kiss her," Martin said softly.  Jen wasn't sure
she wanted to do this, but she had her orders.  As their lips met, Jen
felt the soft silkiness of Lianna's lips, and then her tongue as it
slipped out to enter Jen's mouth.  It wasn't long before Jen was very
much sure she wanted to do this, and kept it up.
 
    Martin, meanwhile, began to move his hips again, in small
motions.  His dick slipped in and out of Jen only a little way, but
quickly.  Jen was soon breathing heavy with the feel of it.  When
Lianna's hands began to run over Jen's tits, Jen broke their kiss to
moan loudly.  Martin kissed the base of her neck, licking and nibbling
along her collarbone.  Jen was lost in the pleasure as Lianna joined
Martin in doing the same to the other side of her neck.
 
    Finally, Martin's hips began to tire, and so he motioned to
Lianna, who backed away.  As Martin moved off the bed, he made sure to
keep himself inside of Jen.  Lianna helped with this, and also helped
maneuver them around.  Finally, Jen was leaning over the bed, with
Martin standing behind her.  As he began to slide in and out of her
again, he whispered something to Lianna.  She smiled, and crawled onto
the bed.  Arranging herself beneath Jennifer, she spread her legs to
show Jen her twat.
 
    Seeing Jen's hesitance, Martin said, "Go ahead, eat her
out.  You'll like it, trust me."  As Martin continued to slam into her,
Jen bent down further, and her tongue tentatively flicked out to swipe
across Lianna's pussy lips.  Lianna moaned at the sensation, and her
hands grasped Jen's hair, forcing her head further into Lianna's cunt.
 
    "Eat me!  Eat me, bitch!" Lianna cried out.  Martin was a
little surprised at that, but not enough to stop what he was doing.  He
was slamming harder and harder into Jen, hoping to bring her off again.
 
    That wasn't hard, and it wasn't long in coming, either.  As
she continued to lap at Lianna's pussy, Jen's body was heating up
again.  Soon, her licking was punctuated with a lot of moaning, and it
added a vibration to Lianna's cunt.  That sent Lianna higher, and the
two girls were very close to coming.  Martin reached over and fondled
Jen's tits, and that sent Jen over the edge.  Her head was still buried
against Lianna, however, and Jen's screams of passion washed over
Lianna's clit.
 
    That was more than Lianna could take, and she was soon
writhing in her own orgasm.  Their moans filled the room, and, Martin
thought, probably echoed down the hallway of the dorm.
 
    He pulled out as the two girls began to settle down.  He'd
come very close to losing control as Jen's pussy had gripped at him,
but he had to hold off, because there was one more thing that needed to
be done.
 
    He sat down and waited for Jen to calm herself.  That took
a couple of minutes, during which Martin played with Lianna's tits to
keep himself aroused.  Once he could see that Jennifer had recovered,
he tossed his pillow on the floor between his legs, to cover the hard
concrete.
 
    "Okay, now suck me off," he said.  The pillow was to keep
from hurting her knees.
 
    Jen, now fully enraptured by the warmth, immediately
dropped to her knees.  She was grateful for the pillow; Peter usually
forgot how hard these floors were.  Her mouth engulfed his already-hard
prick, and the warmth returned to her.  She had missed it over the last
few minutes, and reveled in its embrace.  Jen had a reasonable amount
of practice with cocksucking, and she knew it wouldn't take her long to
bring her new master off.
 
    As Jen's tongue and lips worked over Martin's shaft, he
groaned and placed his hands lightly on her head.  It was one of the
better blowjobs he'd gotten, and he was struggling for control.  That
was a losing battle, however, and finally he let loose with a torrent
of cum.
 
    As his seed poured down her throat, Jen felt the commands
of the warmth overtaking her mind.  She welcomed them, enjoyed them,
embraced them.  She was Martin's now.  Her soul, her body, her mind,
her heart, all belonged to him.  As the last of his spunk slipped down
her throat, she realized her new position in life, and was glad that
she had finally come to her proper place.
 
    She lovingly cleaned off Martin's dick, and then
reluctantly allowed it to slip from between her lips.  She immediately
climbed up into Martin's lap, and hugged him.
 
    "Thank you, Master," she whispered, as she dozed off in his
grasp.
 
 
 
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    It was very late when Lianna finally left the two. 
Martin's final comment to her that night was shared outside the room,
so that Jen would not hear them.  She was asleep at the moment.
 
    "'Eat me, bitch?'  Where in the world did *that* come
from?" Martin asked with a chuckle.
 
    Lianna was shame-faced, but a small grin spread across her
face.  "I'm sorry, Master, it just sort of came out.  When I was
younger, and had these experiences... some of my girlfriends, well...
they preferred to be the submissive one."
 
    Martin laughed softly.  "I kind of figured, after *our*
first encounter, that you were the aggressive type."  Lianna turned
crimson.  "It's okay, Lianna.  We all had a good time.  You know I love
you, don't you?"
 
    Lianna could have swooned at those words from her master. 
She nodded in response.  "And I love you, Master, and I always will."
 
    "Thank you for your help today.  And there's something else
you can help me with, later this week..."  Martin explained for a few
moments, and Lianna eagerly agreed to help.  Then, with a swift but
meaningful kiss, she left.  It was late enough that she went unseen.
 
    Martin returned to the room.  His bed was a wreck, and the
girl in it was a mess.  Truth be told, though, she was still incredibly
beautiful.  Especially with her bitch-self removed.  Martin grinned,
and then lay down next to his newest slave.  He was asleep in just a
few moments, a grin on his face.
 
 
 
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    The next day, Martin never made it to his morning classes. 
In fact, he didn't even get up until after ten.  When he did open his
eyes, he found a warm, naked body lying next to him.  Her eyes were
focused on his face, as if she had been studying him intently while he
slept.
 
    "Good morning, Master," she said sweetly.
 
    "Mgpht," Martin responded.  He was not a cheerful riser. 
He did manage to give her a half-smile, though, so her feelings
wouldn't get hurt.  After a yawn and some minor stretching, he said,
"What time is it?"
 
    "Twenty after ten, sir."
 
    "Holy shit," he opined.  "Oh, well.  One day won't kill
me.  Did you sleep okay?"
 
    "I slept wonderfully, Master.  Thank you for my new life." 
She kissed him softly, but in a way that had him rising to the occasion
very quickly.
 
    Half an hour later, they finally made it out of bed.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Pete and Chris were very cautious approaching the two at
lunch.  Martin had made them promise to not come anywhere near his room
during the time that he and Jen were together, and so they had not
heard the activity in Martin's room.  The dorm was apparently better
sound-proofed than Martin had imagined.
 
    Chris sat down right away, but Peter hesitated.  When Jen
looked up at him, she smiled kindly and said, "Hi, Pete.  Are you
joining us?"
 
    Peter was a little flabbergasted.  Not once in their
relationship had she actually *asked* him to join her in that manner. 
"Uh... yeah, I guess so."  He sat down, somewhat shakily.
 
    In order to keep appearances, Martin had to say something. 
"Uh, look, Pete... I really hate to be the one to tell you this, I
mean, we're friends and all, and I hope that this doesn't come between
us, but... well, um... Jen and I are, sort of hooked up now."
 
    "*What?*" Pete asked, incredulously.  He wasn't angry, but
he wasn't sure that he'd heard Martin right.
 
    "Yeah," Martin said with exaggerated pain.  "I know this
hurts, man, I mean, good friend steals your girl, but...  well, I just
couldn't resist."
 
    Peter tried not to smirk.  The whole point had been to get
rid of Jen, after all, but what had Martin taken on himself in taking
her as his girl?  "Jen?" he asked.  "You couldn't even call or
something?"
 
    Jen's response was beautiful, and Martin struggled not to
laugh.  "I'm sorry, Peter.  It's just that, well... you weren't really
good for me, and I think the relationship was beginning to be
smothering.  Marty treats me better than that."
 
    Chris' eyes were about to bug out of his head, and he
couldn't believe any of what was going on around him.  Things only got
weirder, however.
 
    "Marty, I've got class in about twenty minutes.  I gotta
go.  Is that okay?"
 
    "Sure.  I'll see you later, okay?"
 
    Jen leaned over and kissed him, full on the mouth, in
public.  It was something she had never done to Peter.  "Love ya.  Bye."
 
    Jennifer wasn't even out the door before Chris couldn't
take it any longer.  "What in the *fuck* did you do to her?"
 
    Martin rolled his eyes.  "I told you that you wouldn't
believe me.  I told you she'd act weird afterward.  Just get used to
it, all right?  I'm not gonna try to explain what's happened to her. 
You wouldn't believe me, anyway."
 
    "Why the whole show like that, though?" Pete wanted to know.
 
    Martin merely pointed to Chris.  "Did you see the look on
his face?  Priceless."  Martin laughed as Chris took on a wounded
expression.  "You can't *pay* to see stuff like that!"
 
    "Bastard," Chris muttered good-naturedly.
 
    Just then, Sarah joined them, sitting next to Martin.  She,
too, gave him a kiss, though hers was on his cheek since he had just
taken a bite of food.  "Hey, Marty.  How did it go yesterday?"
 
    "Everything went according to plan."
 
    "Shit, does *everyone* know you stole my girlfriend?" Peter
asked with mock anger.
 
    "Sarah helped me work everything out."  Turning to Sarah,
he said, "We still on for Friday?"
 
    "Absolutely.  What time?"
 
    "Six okay for you?"
 
    "Sure.  I gotta run.  I just wanted to see how things went."
 
    "Aren't you going to eat?"
 
    "No time."
 
    Martin grabbed her hand as she was about to leave.  She
turned to see the look of concern on his face.
 
    "Sarah, that's bad.  Don't run yourself too hard, please?"
 
    She smiled at him.  The concern in his voice warmed her
heart.  "I promise, Marty.  But if I get all fat, you won't go out with
me anymore."  Turning more serious, she said, "I promised to help a
friend with something.  One time shot, but she doesn't have a lot of
free time, so we have to do it now.  I'll catch something at the snack
bar later."
 
    He let her go, but his look still said he wasn't
satisfied.  "See you at dinner?"
 
    "You bet.  See you guys."
 
    The other two at the table waited patiently for her to move
off, but then Peter said, "Just how many girlfriends do you *have* at
this school?"
 
    In reply, Martin said, "Define 'girlfriend.'"  The other
two just looked at him as if he'd  sprouted antennae.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    "Yeallo," Martin said as he picked up the phone.
 
    "Marty?  It's Sarah."  She sounded a bit strained, and that
immediately got his attention.  "Can I come over for a bit?  I need to
talk to you."
 
    "Sure, c'mon over."
 
    "Thanks."  She immediately hung up the phone, and Martin
wondered what had Sarah so upset.  He'd never heard her that rattled.
 
    It was three minutes, by his watch, before there was a
knock at the door.  He got up and opened the door, to find her standing
there.  The look in her eyes was enough to make him step back.  It was
obvious she was very nearly in tears.  He gently took her arm and
pulled her inside, closing the door quickly.
 
    When he turned around, Sarah clutched at him.  He stood
there, holding her, not sure of what was going on, but not needing to
know for right now.  It was obvious she just needed someone to hang on
to at the moment.  He softly stroked her hair, and rocked very slightly
back and forth, hoping to calm her down.  Finally, it worked.
 
    Sarah stepped away from him, and it was plain that she had
been crying.  She'd not sobbed out loud, but her eyes were red and her
cheeks were wet.  She wiped at them absently until Martin reached and
got a tissue, wiping her eyes for her.  She smiled her thanks, but that
was a strained effort at best.
 
    "Sarah, what's the matter?"
 
    "I have to cancel our date for tomorrow night.  I need to
go home.  There are some... family matters that I need to get under
control real quick."
 
    "Sarah, it's the middle of the school year!"
 
    "I know.  I should only be gone a few days, maybe a week. 
But I've got to go home *now*.  Can we postpone until next Friday?"
 
    "Of course, Sarah.  I'd wait until next Doomsday for you,
you know that."
 
    She smiled at him warmly, her expression finally looking a
little less pained, but there was something else there, something he
couldn't read.  She didn't give him time to read it, either.
 
    "Before I go, I wanted to teach you one more thing with the
warmth, so you can still practice while I'm gone."
 
    "Okay, sure."  They went and sat together on the bed, as
they had so often done.  "What is it this time?"
 
    "I'm going to teach you to remove the warmth from a girl. 
You might struggle with it just a little bit.  While I'm gone, I want
you to practice on Georgia.  She's got a real thing for you, anyway."
 
    Martin blushed, knowing that was all his doing.  Sarah read
his look, and shook her head at him.  "Don't worry about it; she
thought you were cute even before you started messing with her."  She
smiled at Martin's flabbergasted expression.  "Anyway, let's get
started, shall we?"
 
    The two linked hands, and Sarah felt the tingle that told
her the warmth was trying to flow over her.  She found the tingle very
pleasant and had missed it, since she'd been away from Martin for a
full day.  The next week would be almost unbearable, but... she had to
do it.
 
    "Okay, now, we've gotten the warmth to flow on command, at
any level we want.  Now, the trick is to actually change it.  There is
a... um... an 'anti-warmth' for lack of a better term.  Your image of
the warmth is reddish-orange, right?"
 
    "Uh-huh," he confirmed.
 
    "Okay.  What I want you to do is to change it to light
blue.  An icy color blue.  When you can do that, you'll have turned it
into anti-warmth."
 
    "Um... how am I supposed to do that?"
 
    Sarah sighed.  Not at the question, but because she was
trying to think of a good suggestion.  Finally, she said, "Okay, I want
you to imagine a milk jug.  On the milk jug, I want you to see a
label.  The label says, "Warmth Converter."  Now, take the Warmth
Converter and pour it into your warmth lake."
 
    Martin struggled a bit with this, trying to figure out how
to get past the flowing stream of warmth coming out of the gate in his
mind.  Then, he redesigned his mental dome, so that there was a small
port up at the top.  He opened the port and quickly poured the
substance through.  For the briefest of moments, he felt a strange wave
of chills sweep over him, but then he saw the warmth converter wash out
of his warmth lake, and pass out into the stream, and dissipate.
 
    "Dammit," he growled.
 
    "Come on, now," Sarah chided.  "You know this isn't easy. 
You've never succeeded on the first attempt, and there was no reason to
think you would on this one.  Keep trying."
 
    For the next hour, they worked.  By the time they stopped,
they were both covered with sweat from the strain.  Martin had come
close, *oh* so close, but had not yet managed to get the lake to accept
the warmth converter and change to blue.
 
    Sarah rose from the bed, stretching her limbs.  Martin
watched in adoration as she did so.  She looked over at him staring at
her, and smiled.  "I've got to get going, it's a bit of a drive to get
home.  Marty, I'll see you in a few days.  I really have to go now."
 
    Martin rose from the bed, and went to her.  He embraced
her, and kissed her softly.  Breaking the kiss, he looked deeply into
her eyes.
 
    "I love you," he said.
 
    Sarah smiled, but that same strange look came to her face. 
It almost looked like guilt.  "I love you, too, Marty," she said. 
"I'll call you when I get home, okay?"
 
    He reluctantly let her slip from his arms.  "I'll be
waiting."
 
    And she was gone.
 
 
 
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    Martin tried not to let Sarah's absence depress him
unduly.  He'd waited up until 12:30, when she'd finally called from
home.  They'd talked for over an hour on the phone.  He would have
thought this was funny, had it happened to some other guy, but
happening to him, he only felt lonely.
 
    A visit from Jen did help to perk up his mood, and he was
at least feeling good when he made it to dinner that night.  Pete and
Chris were surprised to see him as he sat down.  He hadn't bothered to
tell them about Sarah yet.
 
    "Hey, stud, I thought you had a date tonight," Chris said
as Martin dug into his dinner.
 
    "Sarah had to go home.  She had some kind of family problem
to take care of."
 
    "Shit," Chris said, sobering immediately.  "Anything
serious?"
 
    "She wouldn't say.  She's supposed to be back sometime next
week."
 
    "Man, that sucks.  Well, I suppose you could always play
with Jen..." Chris offered sarcastically.
 
    "Already did," he said with a smirk.  The other two nearly
dropped their forks.  "She's resting comfortably at the moment."
 
    Pete had to ask, "Uh, is she really as... um... 'docile' as
she seems?"
 
    "She is now."
 
    "I know you won't tell us what you did to her, but, um...
couldn't you have just, like, changed her and given her *back*?"  Peter
was suffering from a lack of attention now, and he was wondering if he
should have given up the girl in the first place.
 
    "Sorry, it doesn't work that way.  I could only make her
this way for me.  I don't know how to do it for someone else."  And he
suspected there wasn't any way to do it for someone else, either.
 
    "Had to ask," Pete explained.  Martin waved it off.  "So,
what *are* you going to do tonight?"
 
    "Tonight, probably nothing.  Maybe watch a movie or
something."
 
    "You got plans for the weekend?"
 
    "I was thinking of asking Georgia out."
 
    "Jeez, man, you're really playing the field these days. 
How are your grades holding up?"
 
    "Better than *yours*, slick!" Martin jibed Chris.  Chris
was failing two of his classes.  "I'm doing okay, don't you worry.  I'm
still getting tutoring for Calc, and the rest isn't really a struggle."
 
    "Must be nice," Chris grumped.
 
    "Oh, cheer up.  What you need is a girlfriend."
 
    "Hmph.  Mind if I borrow one of yours?"
 
    Martin laughed.
 
 
 
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    When he knocked on the door this time, it took somewhat
longer for it to open.  That was no real surprise; for the first time,
they were actually going *out* together.  It took a good fifteen
seconds before the door opened, and Georgia stood before him.  She had
pulled her hair back into a pony tail, and her green eyes sparkled for
him.  She was wearing a pale green sweater and a pair of tight jeans,
and they looked incredible on her.
 
    "Hey, Marty," she said in a soft, yet slightly edgy voice. 
*Is she nervous?  Why?  What else can we do together that we didn't do
that night?*
 
    "Hey, Georgia.  You look great!"  His compliment was
sincere, and it earned him an embarrassed but pleased grin.
 
    "Thanks.  Should we go?"
 
    "Yeah, we better, or we'll be late for the movie."  He led
her out of the dorm, and over to his car.  They didn't speak during the
walk.  When she saw which car he was walking to, she gaped.
 
    "*This* is your car?"  She had obviously not been paying
attention to the conversation going on around her at lunch that day.
 
    "Yeah.  Present from my folks."
 
    "Wow!"  He opened the door for her, and she slipped into
the seat, feeling its softness envelop her.  Martin slid into the other
seat, and they were off.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The movie turned out to be a bust.  Neither of them enjoyed
it, and so they spent the entire movie necking, which wasn't so bad. 
By the time the credits rolled, Martin was openly feeling up Georgia's
tit, and she was more than willing for him to go further, but not in
the theater, of course.
 
    They quickly got in his car, and drove back to the school. 
"My room or yours?" he asked her.
 
    "Yours," she answered huskily, implying that they ought to
get there as quickly as possible.  He parked as close to his dorm as he
could, and they rushed into his room, closing the door behind them.
 
    By the time Martin turned around from closing the door,
Georgia had stripped off her shirt, and was throwing her bra to the
floor.  As he watched, she started on her jeans.  Martin knew that the
warmth was causing this; that was, after all, the whole point of the
encounter, other than having a good time with a nice girl.
 
    Martin removed his own clothing rapidly, but Georgia still
helped out with his briefs, for behind them was the object of her
desire.  As she pulled his underwear down past his hips, she purred.
 
    "Mm, yeah, that's what I want," she murmured.
 
    Martin's eyes crossed as Georgia's mouth engaged his dick. 
Her tongue and lips immediately went to work on the head of his cock,
exciting him even more than he already was.  He made sure the warmth
was under control; he didn't want her as a slave.  That was the last he
thought about warmth, except for the warm moist mouth engulfing his
prick at the moment.
 
    Georgia slurped up and down on his shaft, moving further
and further until she had taken his entire dick into her mouth.  She
wiggled her tongue along his underside, and that was more than he could
take.  Martin blew his load down her throat, and Georgia hummed as she
felt it pouring into her.  It seemed like hours to Martin before he
came down enough to pull out of her, and she smiled up at him.
 
    "Mmm.  Tasty."
 
    He pulled her to her feet, and then pushed her gently down
onto the bed.  She immediately spread her legs, and he moved between
them.  He nibbled at her pert breasts, causing her to moan and pant,
before he moved further down.  When his tongue came into contact with
her clit, she groaned loudly, and bucked her hips up at him.
 
    Martin continued to lick her pussy, moving between her clit
and her hole, lapping up her freely-flowing juices and generally
exciting her.  It wasn't long before Georgia was past the brink, and
she cried out in passion as her body was wracked with a massive
orgasm.  Martin held on for the ride, continuing to lick her throughout.
 
    Finally, Georgia's climax subsided, and Martin moved up
beside her, holding her tenderly, and waiting for her to catch her
breath.  He allowed the warmth to flow into her again, causing her
arousal to climb once more.  Soon, she was ready for more, and she
indicated that with a smile.
 
    He turned her over onto her side, facing away from him. 
Pulling her hips back toward him, he gently lifted her top leg. 
Georgia, knowing what he wanted, spread her legs as far as she could in
this position, allowing him access to her dripping cunt.
 
    Martin slipped his iron-hard shaft into her waiting pussy,
slowly pressing in until he'd fully inserted himself.  Now, he allowed
Georgia to bring her top leg back down.  This made her hole even
tighter, and he loved the sensation.  He reached over and fondled her
tit as he began to thrust into her.  Georgia immediately started mewing
in pleasure as his cock slid inside her.  When Martin began to kiss the
base of her neck, she had yet another small orgasm.
 
    Martin continued to pound into her.  He loved this
position, and he could go a long time like this by varying his tempo. 
He continued to thrust into Georgia, but slipped his hand down to tweak
her clit.  Georgia cried out each time his fingers passed over her
sensitive bud.  Martin tortured her this way, keeping her just on the
brink of a final, mind-numbing orgasm for minutes.
 
    "Oh, God, Marty!  I need to come!  C'mon, baby, make me
come!"
 
    Martin leaned over, and she turned her head, and their lips
met.  Meanwhile, his hand returned to her tit, and lightly pinched her
nipple as Martin thrust even harder into her pussy.  It wasn't long
before Georgia was writhing beneath him, squirming in the throes of
passion.  Her screams were muffled by Martin's mouth, but nothing could
mute the exquisite rippling of her cunt muscles on his prick.  Finally,
he'd had all he could take, and Martin erupted inside her, filling her
with his cum.
 
    The two writhed for long minutes on the bed before they
came down from their high.  Exhausted, sated, the two cuddled together
for a moment, and rested.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    After a few minutes of rest, Martin thought he needed to
get on with his practice.  Georgia was still snuggling with him, but
was quiet, basking in the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm.
 
    Martin focused his thoughts, and poured his 'warmth
converter' into his warmth lake.  He had been envisioning larger and
larger containers of warmth converter, as per Sarah's instructions, but
he wanted to try something just a little different.  He envisioned a
small machine, labeled 'warmth conversion' on the side.  He dumped this
into the port on the top of his warmth dome, and waited.  Soon, the
lake began to change from its usual reddish-orange color to a deep
blue, and then quickly to an ice blue.  Martin waited to see if it
would fade, and it didn't seem to.  It was time to unleash his
anti-warmth on Georgia.  

    In his mind, Martin opened the floodgate on his warmth
dome.  The anti-warmth came pouring out of the gate.  Martin saw his
machine was about to leave with the anti-warmth, so at the very last
second, he envisioned that it became a 'pump' that would cover the gate
opening.  As the warmth passed through it, it was changed to
anti-warmth.  Martin watched in satisfaction as his mind continued to
produce anti-warmth, and it flowed out from his mind.
 
    Georgia shivered as the anti-warmth passed into her body. 
It flowed over her, giving her a momentary chill, until it settled into
her being.  The passion and arousal that had been just beneath the
surface of her mind, waiting for her to recover from her most recent
sexual encounter, were quenched immediately.  They were replaced with a
feeling of well-being and peace, without any sexual overtones.
 
    Georgia looked up at her lover.  With her mind clear, she
could consider what had happened objectively.  This was the part that
worried Martin: she could reject him now, with her mind unhindered by
the warmth.
 
    Martin trembled slightly as he waited for her to respond to
the new situation.  His only calming influence was that Sarah had said
Georgia found him cute even before all this started.
 
    Georgia looked at his face for a while, before she
stretched her neck up to kiss him.  The kiss was sweet and tender,
without the passion of before, but still very nice.
 
    "Thank you, Marty, for a great evening.  I don't normally
sleep with guys on the first date, you know," she smiled coyly at him. 
"But since I'd *already* slept with you, well...  no harm done."
 
    Martin chuckled at her humor.  He was relieved she was
taking it well.  He said, "I'm glad you had a good time."
 
    The couple stayed there for a while, until Georgia drifted
off to sleep.  Martin tucked her into bed, and then got dressed and
left her alone for a while.  He'd certainly enjoyed his evening, but it
would have been more fun with Sarah, he was sure.
 
 
 
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    Martin's torture lasted until Wednesday, when Sarah
returned from home.  She had only dropped off her bags before she went
to see him.  She knew that he would want to know she was back.
 
    Knocking on his door, Sarah felt a little uneasy, but that
feeling passed as the door opened.
 
    "Sarah!"  She was immediately embraced in a strong and
welcome hug.  She'd missed him terribly.  She hugged him back, and
there were tears in her eyes when they finally broke the embrace.
 
    "God, I missed you," Martin proclaimed.  "C'mon in!"  He
pulled her into the room, closing the door.  He led her over to the
bed, where they sat in their usual positions.  "How are things at home?"
 
    "Things are fine, I guess.  Everything should be cleared up
in a few days."  She fidgeted on the bed, trying to get comfortable. 
She was very unsure of herself, which was unlike Sarah.  "How did your
practice go with Georgia?"
 
    "I'm sure she told you about it," he said, not really
wanting to relate the details of his adventures - there had been more
than one of them - with Sarah's roommate.
 
    "Didn't see her.  I was only in the room for about five
minutes, though.  I came right over here when I got back."  She
welcomed the warm smile that brought about.  It made her feel much
better.
 
    "Oh.  Well, I've managed to work out a way to create the
anti-warmth.  I had to change the plan a little bit, but... well, what
I've done works."
 
    "That's all that matters.  There's a dozen ways to do it,
and it all depends on how the person envisions the warmth, anyway.  I'm
glad you managed to get that to work."
 
    "So, um... what's next?"
 
    Sarah hesitated for a moment, and Martin wondered if the
next lesson was particularly difficult, and if maybe that was what she
had gone home for, to learn a way to teach him.  Finally, Sarah broke
the tension.
 
    "Well, we'll talk about that later.  Give it a rest for a
couple of days."  Again, she paused, but then said, "Do you still want
to take me out Friday?"
 
    "Hell, yes!" he said immediately.  "I missed you, God, I
didn't think I could miss anyone that much."  He took her hands, and
pulled her to him, and they kissed.  It was passionate, but it was also
loving, and tender, and soft.  The kiss told Sarah all the things that
he felt for her, and it made her feel not a little bit guilty.
 
    Once they broke the kiss, she rose from the bed.  "Well, I
really need to unpack and square things away.  I'll see you tomorrow,
okay?"
 
    "You got it."  As they reached the door, he said, "I love
you."
 
    She didn't look at him right away, but she said, "I love
you, too."  Finally, her eyes came to meet his, but he couldn't quite
read the look there.  And then she was gone, down the hall and out the
door.  He tried to put it out of his mind, but that was difficult, as
she had been nearly the only thing on his mind for close to a week.  He
lay down to consider things.
 
    It surprised him when he was awakened by the alarm clock
the next morning.
 
 
 
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    Martin smiled at the repetition as he knocked on the door. 
Of course, this time, he wasn't looking for a quick roll in the hay. 
He loved Sarah.  He loved her perhaps as much as he loved his sister,
Becca.  He'd have happily walked over hot coals for either of them.  He
certainly hoped that he never had to make a choice between the two of
them.
 
    As the door opened, Martin caught his breath.  Standing
before him was not the usual jeans-and-a-blouse Sarah.  This wasn't
even the nice-dance-dress Sarah.  The lovely young woman before him had
to have spent a couple of *hours* preparing.  Her hair was very nicely
done up, and held back from her face with one of those fancy
woman-things that they put in their hair.  Martin had never troubled
himself to learn what they called them.  His eyes traveled down from
her hair, and they lingered for a very long time on her eyes.  Sarah's
beautiful green eyes drew Martin in, and held him, never wanting to let
him go.  But he had to continue his inspection, and so he pulled his
eyes further down, past her warm, sensuous lips and past her neck.
 
    Sarah was wearing a very pretty yellow dress.  Martin
didn't understand fashion at all, but he knew that this dress
highlighted all of Sarah's best parts, and hid whatever flaws she might
have had, though Martin suspected she didn't have any.  Her breasts
filled out the top of the dress, and the neckline plunged just far
enough to give the hint of what was behind the fabric.  His eyes
wandered past her waist, and he saw that the dress stopped just above
her knee, allowing him a wonderful view of her legs, which were
divine.  The white heels she wore were just high enough to accentuate
her calves.  Finally, his survey complete, Martin's eyes quickly
returned to hers.  He saw the eagerness there, the anticipation of his
evaluation of her appearance.
 
    "Damn, Sarah, you're beautiful."  It was the only thing
that came to his mind, and he mentally kicked himself for how dumb it
sounded.
 
    Sarah smiled warmly at him, not seeming to care how crude
or boorish it had been.  "Thank you.  Shall we go?"
 
    "We shall, my lady," Martin said, his brain finally kicking
in with something reasonably non-stupid to say.  He took her arm
gently, and led her out of the dorm.
 
    Once in the car, she said, "So where are we going to eat?"
 
    "I made some special arrangements.  I kind of wanted you to
myself.  I hope that's okay."
 
    Her eyes twinkled.  "That sounds great."
 
    He drove very carefully with his girlfriend in the car, and
it took him an extra three minutes to get to where he was going. 
Pulling over, he hopped out of the car to get Sarah's door for her. 
She let him help her out of the car, and then took his arm again. 
"Where are we?" she asked, but he didn't respond.  She had never been
here, of course.
 
    Martin rang the doorbell, and waited for only a moment. 
When Lianna answered the door, she was dressed very properly in a dress
that was both fashionable and serviceable.  This was important, since
she had been cooking for most of the afternoon.
 
    "Good evening, Master, Mistress.  Please come in."
 
    Sarah looked at Martin in surprise.  She wasn't sure just
what was planned for the evening, if Martin's slave was involved.
 
    The dining room, which Martin had some very fond memories
of, had been redecorated in soft tones and very elegant accessories. 
Martin gave Lianna a small approving nod, and she smiled.  Martin
pulled Sarah's chair out for her, and she sat down.  He moved around to
his own chair, and sat, thus cueing Lianna to begin.
 
    "Good evening to you both," she said properly.  "Tonight's
meal is grilled salmon, and it should be ready shortly.  Would either
of you like to start with something to drink?  Some wine perhaps?"
 
    Neither of the couple were of age to be drinking.  That
didn't stop both of them from saying yes.  Lianna disappeared for a
moment into the kitchen, but was back very quickly with two glasses, a
bucket of ice, and a bottle of wine.  She made a rather big show of
opening it, and allowing Martin to sample it first.  He had never had
wine before, and the sharp taste of it almost overpowered him, but he
allowed it to pass, and he nodded to his teacher-cum-slave.
 
    Once Lianna had poured the wine, and delivered the small
salads that were the first course, she disappeared into the kitchen,
leaving the couple alone.
 
    "Marty, what..." Sarah asked hesitantly.
 
    "I told you, I wanted you to myself.  If I took you to a
restaurant, there'd be all these people around us, and a waiter bugging
us, all sorts of other things.  This way, we get to spend time
together, we get a good meal, and no one bothers us."  He raised his
glass to her.  "What shall we drink to?" he asked.
 
    She picked up her glass, and considered for just a moment. 
"To love," she answered.
 
    His voice was very subdued as he responded, "To love." 
Their glasses rang quietly as they brought them together, and then each
took a sip of the wine.  Neither was used to the flavor, or the
alcohol, and so both were careful about it.
 
    In a few minutes, their salads were gone, and they were
discussing the events of the past couple days.  Lianna served their
main course, and disappeared once again into the kitchen.  Martin knew
that he owed Lianna big for this night, but it was worth it.  Looking
across the table at Sarah gave him goose bumps on his goose bumps.   
He sometimes found it hard to breathe in her presence.
 
    They ate lightly, and soon it was time for their dessert,
which Martin knew Lianna had worked hard on.  She served them a
homemade chocolate mousse pie with a cookie-crumb crust.  Martin
figured he was gaining weight just by looking at it, but the first bite
told him it was worth every ounce.
 
    "She's really good at this," Sarah said softly.
 
    "Yeah.  That's the other reason I asked her to do this for
us.  I know you've been stuck eating cafeteria food for so long, I
wanted to give you some really good home-cooked food."  Pausing, he
thought he might have put his foot wrong.  "Of course, I suppose your
aunt probably..."
 
    Sarah shook her head.  "Aunt Laurie can barely boil water. 
We eat a lot of things that come out of a box."  She smiled at him. 
"Thank you for thinking of me that way.  It means a lot."
 
    Martin blushed, and said nothing.  They finished their meal
with few words.
 
    After some talking, and resting to let dinner digest, they
rose to leave.
 
    "Should we leave a tip?" Sarah asked humorously.
 
    "Um... I think I'll probably be paying the tip later,"
Martin answered, with obvious meaning.  Sarah giggled.
 
    "So, where to?" Martin asked.  "It's your date, now."
 
    "I want you to take me to The Garden."
 
    "You got it."
 
    The Garden was a special place in Rio Lobos.  A patch of
verdant green in the midst of desert climes, The Garden was a city park
that was maintained at high expense to the taxpayers, who complained
not a bit, as The Garden was the pride of the city.
 
    Martin parked the car, and they entered the greenery. 
There was nothing to do here but walk, talk, and enjoy the beautiful
surroundings.  Normally, Martin would have found these surroundings to
be a wonderful sight.  Tonight, he barely noticed them as he paid sole
attention to his date.
 
    They talked about school, friends, and other pleasant
matters as they wandered slowly through the park, staying a discreet
distance away from the other couples wandering through the area,
probably doing the same thing.  Martin had taken Sarah's hand, and it
felt so *right* holding her like that.
 
    Their walking took them to the river, which ran through the
center of the park.  It was a small river at this point, growing quite
a bit larger downstream, but here you could see the bottom, and you
could see the small fish that were swimming, trying to catch their
meal.  They stopped on the bridge to watch the fish, and Martin stood
behind Sarah, gently holding her around the waist.  She was nearly as
tall as he was, but his chin rested lightly on her shoulder, watching
the water move past them.
 
    "I love you, Marty," she said softly.
 
    "I love you, too," he answered.  She knew he meant it.  But
what about... well, there was only one way to settle that.
 
    "Marty, let's go back to your room, okay?"
 
    It was the tone of her voice that told him she had
something in mind.  He thought to himself about one option immediately,
but no, he hadn't finished his training yet.  What could she want?
 
    "Okay."  He again took her hand, and they walked casually
out of the park, back to the car.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    Martin was very careful driving back to campus.  His
excitement was so high that he was afraid of getting in an accident,
and so he took extra caution with his date.  Sarah didn't seem to
notice the time it was taking, and she seemed genuinely surprised when
he turned off the car.
 
    Silently, they walked to his dorm room.  Once there, 
Martin locked the door.  Whatever was going to happen, and he still
wasn't sure, he didn't want to be interrupted.  He could see that Sarah
was very nearly shaking, and that had him confused.  He walked over
behind her and placed his hand on her hip.  He gave her a soft kiss at
the base of her neck, and then nibbled her ear a little bit.
 
    "Sarah, are you okay?" he asked, seeing that his actions
weren't calming her down.  "You want something to drink?"
 
    What she really wanted was more of the wine.  Drunk, she
wouldn't have as much of a problem with this.  She shook her head
silently, hesitantly stepping away from him and turning to sit on the
bed.  She was staring at her hands, and she wouldn't look up at him. 
This had Martin really worried.
 
    "Marty, there's something I have to tell you.  There's
something I did that, well, I shouldn't have done it, and I don't know
how you're going to feel about me when you find out."
 
    Martin moved over to sit beside her on the bed, wrapping
his arm around her shoulder.  "Sarah, there isn't anything you could
have done that could be *that* bad."
 
    Sarah looked into his eyes for just a moment, but the pain
he saw in hers was palpable.  She turned away, looking back down at her
hands.
 
    "You know, I guess, that sooner or later, we're going to
have sex."  She paused, as if waiting for a response.
 
    "Well, I was kind of hoping..." he said softly, trying to
keep his tone light but sincere.
 
    "What you *don't* know is that I'm still a virgin."
 
    *What?  At her age?  Looking like that?  Kee-Rist!*
 
    "You're right.  I didn't know that."
 
    "Well, I wanted you to have my virginity."
 
    Martin wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to that, so
he didn't speak, but merely squeezed her shoulder for a moment.
 
    "But I can't give you that now."  She was nearly in tears.
 
    "I don't understand.  You just said you were still a
virgin..."
 
    "Last Wednesday, when you took Jen?"  Martin nodded for her
to continue.  "The thought of what was going on had me so excited, I...
see, Georgia has a pretty fair collection of sex toys, and I... I
couldn't stop myself, Marty.  I borrowed her biggest... you know,
*thing* and I screwed myself silly with it.  God, Marty, I couldn't
help it!"  Now, she was crying, and Martin wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her to him.
 
    "So, you mean, you can't give me your cherry."  She nodded,
weeping.
 
    "Sarah, how did it feel, when you did it?"
 
    "Honest?  It hurt like hell.  I thought it was supposed to
feel good... after a while, it did, I suppose, but I was sore for two
days."  She was still crying slightly, but Martin's lack of a horrified
reaction had calmed her down a bit.
 
    "Sweetheart, do you know what this really means to me?" 
She looked up at him, seeking the answer to the truth of life.  "It
means that our first time together, you won't have to feel that pain. 
It means that you'll only remember good things."  *I hope,* he thought
to himself.
 
    "You're not... you're not mad?"
 
    He shook his head.  "Why would I be?  I didn't think you
were a virgin in the first place.  And, okay, I may not get the
physical 'proof' that I was your first, but knowing that I am... 
Sarah, you're still giving me your virginity, and that's... a big
thing."  He leaned down and kissed her gently.  The kiss immediately
grew more passionate.
 
    Finally, Sarah broke their kiss, and pushed herself up from
the bed.  She turned to face him, and reached back to unzip her dress.
 
    Martin said, "Sarah?  I thought we had to wait until I
finished my training."
 
    "You did, while I was gone.  There isn't anything else to
learn."
 
    Martin was flabbergasted that she hadn't told him, but
figured she'd wanted to surprise him with it.  *Damn, what a surprise,*
he thought as he watched the dress fall from her shoulders.  She was
wearing matching pastel green underwear that looked very sexy against
her pale skin.  Martin watched in wonder as she reached back and
unclasped the bra, allowing it to fall free.  He stared at her
beautiful breasts, which were large and round, with large, pale areolas
and prominent nipples.  She stepped over to him, and he rose to meet
her.  As they embraced, Sarah smiled for the first time since she'd
entered his room.
 
    "I love you, Marty.  I will always love you."
 
    Martin didn't answer, instead, he merely kissed her.  His
hands caressed the small of her back, not yet wanting to progress
further.  He'd literally dreamt about this night, and he didn't want it
to go by too quickly.  Sarah, seeming to understand this, did not
pressure him for more.
 
    Minutes went by as they continued to kiss.  Sarah's fingers
began to toy with Martin's hair while they embraced and kissed. 
Martin, finally ready to go to the next step, allowed his hands to
stray downward, coming to rest on Sarah's ass.  She moaned softly at
the feel of his hands caressing her ass cheeks.
 
    Martin pulled her more strongly to him as their kiss
intensified, her tongue demanding entrance to his mouth, and then
caressing his own tongue when it got there.  Martin's hands ran up and
down Sarah's back, feeling the wonderful smooth skin there.
 
    Finally, Martin broke their kiss, and stepped back from her
slightly.  He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth. 
The sensation was electric for both of them.  Sarah moaned in pleasure
as his tongue repeatedly stroked her erect nub.  Martin used his hand
to fondle her other breast, eliciting a louder moan from her.
 
    After a few moments, Martin stopped, and stepped away from
her.  She watched intently as he removed his shirt, and then his
slacks, taking his shoes off with them.  He quickly yanked off his
socks, and now he was as naked as she was: wearing only underwear.  He
watched as her eyes devoured his body, taking in everything from his
toes all the way up to his hair.  Her eyes had lingered for an extra
moment, however, in the middle.
 
    Martin moved back to her, and then he knelt before her. 
His hands started at her knees and began to softly stroke her skin on
the outsides of her legs.  Slowly, very slowly, he moved upward.  Sarah
moaned in anticipation and pleasure at his touch.  Finally, Martin
reached her waist.  Carefully, he pulled on her panties, coaxing them
down off her hips.  Sarah's mound was revealed inch by inch to Martin's
steady gaze.  Finally, the panties cleared her hips, and they dropped
to the floor.  Martin looked upon Sarah's wonderful, curly pubic hair,
and beneath that, her swollen pussy lips, just waiting for his
attention.  He didn't intend them to wait much longer.
 
    Rising from his position, he led Sarah over to the bed, and
laid her down on it.  He looked down at one of the loveliest girls he
had ever seen, waiting for him to join her.  She smiled invitingly, her
legs slightly parted, her breath coming in shallow pants.
 
    Martin climbed onto the bed, and moved between his lover's
legs.  She parted her knees widely to give him easy access.  Gently,
Martin stroked his fingers over Sarah's sex, watching how she shivered
with pleasure as his fingers contacted her pussy lips.  Again and again
he stroked, and Sarah grew much wetter.  Her moans were becoming more
insistent, and so he moved on.
 
    Leaning down, he flicked his tongue out across her swollen
cunt lips.  Sarah groaned loudly at that, and so he did it again.  He
worked his tongue all around her hole, and then plunged it in as far as
he could get it.  Sarah was moaning continually now, and her hands were
entangled in Martin's hair.  He lapped at her cunt, pushing her higher
and higher.  When he felt she was ready, he moved up and flicked his
tongue rapidly over her clit.  Sarah saw white-hot sparks of pleasure,
and came.  Her throat closed up on her, and the scream she tried to
utter was caught, unable to escape.  Her back arched, and her muscles
tensed as her love juices flowed freely.  Martin continued to lick her
throughout her orgasm, intensifying the sensations and sending his
lover as high as she could go.
 
    Finally, Sarah's body retreated back into the world of the
living.  Her body was coated in sweat, and she was breathing heavily. 
Martin slid up next to her, holding her gently as she caught her breath.
 
    "Oh... God, Marty, that was... fucking incredible!" she
panted.  He just held her quietly, softly kissing her cheek and her
neck, and nibbling on her earlobe.  His hand rested softly on her
abdomen, making only light contact.  He figured it might take her a
while to have the energy to continue after that.
 
    He was wrong.
 
    Sarah rolled toward him, and pushed him backward onto the
bed, so that he was lying on his back.  She moved on top of him,
straddling his hips, pressing her crotch against his hard cock.  Even
through his underwear, it felt wonderful.
 
    Sarah reached down, and began to slide Martin's briefs off
him.  He lifted his ass up to help her, and she finally managed to get
them past his hips.  Seeing his cock for the first time, Sarah gasped
at its appearance.  Her hand very cautiously reached out and encircled
his shaft, feeling the texture, the weight, and the hardness of his
prick.  She licked her lips in hunger before resting it softly against
his abdomen.
 
    She nearly tore his briefs the rest of the way off him, and
then she was back on top of him.  Her wet cunt was now pressing
directly against his rock-hard dick, and the feeling was sensational. 
She rubbed herself up and down on him, coating his length with her
juices.
 
    Martin reached up and cupped Sarah's tits in his hands. 
She moaned as his fingers traced light circles on her breasts. 
Finally, when he reached her nipples, she cried out.  As he gently
pulled on her nipples, she lifted herself up off his body.  Her hand
found his prick and held it in position, placing it at the entrance to
her cunt.
 
    Although Sarah was very excited, and had wanted this for a
long time, she was still hesitant.  She'd never done this before, and
didn't really know what to expect.  Martin gave her an encouraging
smile, and she relaxed.  He would teach her what she needed to know,
surely.
 
    Sarah relaxed her legs, and her body very slowly sank down
onto Martin's prick.  Martin groaned in pleasure, to Sarah's delight. 
Inch by inch, she felt Martin filling up her pussy with his cock.  It
was such an intense experience, Sarah thought she might pass out.  She
managed to make it through, however, and soon her pussy lips were
resting in Martin's pubic hairs.
 
    "Oh my God," she whispered to herself.
 
    Martin slid his hands to her sides, rubbing very gently
across her skin.  "You're beautiful, Sarah."
 
    She smiled down at him, but confessed, "I'm not really sure
what I'm supposed to do now."
 
    "Let me," he said, and then gently pulled her down into a
warm embrace.  They kissed, with even more love than passion, and there
was a surfeit of that.  Martin carefully rolled them over, so that he
was on top.  He broke the kiss and lifted himself up, looking down at
her.  She looked so innocent, so helpless.  He felt the urgent need to
protect her from the world, and to give her anything she wanted.  And
right now, she wanted him.
 
    Slowly, Martin began to move inside of her.  Sarah's eyes
grew wide as she felt his shaft sliding in and out.  The feeling was
beyond intense.  She rubbed her hands against his chest, feeling the
smooth skin there.  As he glided in and out of her, she began to move
her hips, working with him to bring them both pleasure.
 
    It didn't take long before Martin picked up the pace,
thrusting into her more strongly.  Sarah began to grunt and moan with
each thrust, shoving her hips up at him in time with his movements. 
They were acting as one, totally in unison.  Their eyes were riveted to
each other, lost in a world all of their own.
 
    Martin increased the rhythm again, slamming into her as
hard as he could.  Sarah was loving every minute of it, thrusting her
hips against him and crying out in ecstasy.  She was so near orgasm, so
near, so near...
 
    Sarah entered a world of sheer bliss as her climax washed
over her.  Her sight became nothing but bright rainbow colors, and her
ears heard nothing but chimes.  Her body convulsed and squirmed beneath
her lover.  Martin continued to thrust into her, watching her body
twist and writhe on the bed.  Her pussy started to massage his dick in
tantalizing ways, and the control he'd had over himself was lost. 
Soon, he was spurting his cum deep into her, and that pushed Sarah even
higher, her mind blasted into the realm of ultimate pleasure.
 
    The two of them thrashed together for some moments before
either of them was able to come down from their orgasm.  Martin rolled
them gently onto their sides, and he held her, his dick still buried in
her cunt, and his arms around this most wonderful woman.
 
    And they slept.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    It was several hours before the two wore themselves out,
and then they risked showering together in Martin's dorm.  It was two
o'clock in the morning, after all, and nobody else was awake.  The
thrill of the risk of getting caught was exhilarating.
 
    Finally, cleaned and back in Martin's room, though neither
of them was dressed, they cuddled together on his bed.  They were
damned glad it was a Saturday, because there was no way they were
making it to class after all that.
 
    After some minutes of sitting together, listening to some
soft instrumental music, Sarah said, "Thank you.  I couldn't have even
imagined it being like that."  Her voice was soft and subdued, and very
sexy, Martin thought.
 
    "Thank *you*," he replied.  "For everything.  You've helped
me in ways I can't even describe, and tonight was just a wonderful
thing.  I think I want to marry you, Sarah."
 
    Her body didn't tense, but it shivered.  "You can't," she
said softly.
 
    "Can't want to, or can't marry you?" Martin asked lightly,
trying not to spoil the mood.
 
    "Can't marry me."  She turned in his arms, and kissed him. 
"There are some things about me you don't know yet.  One of them means
that you can't marry me."
 
    "Oh," he said, wondering if things were about to turn bad
again.  "Are you going to tell me what those things are?"
 
    "Now that I can.  Yes."  She got up and crossed the room. 
Martin watched her naked body glide gracefully through space, until
she'd reached her purse, and pulled something from it.  Then she glided
softly back to him.  She settled back against him again before speaking.
 
    "You remember when you came back from Spring Break, you
told me about your sister?"
 
    "Yes..." he answered warily.
 
    "I think maybe you should look at my driver's license." 
She opened her billfold and handed it to him, her driver's license
showing.  Under the spot where it said, "Name", he saw the name
"Debralee Sarah Rivers-Gallagher"  Martin nearly dropped the billfold
when he read it.
 
    Turning to her, he said, "But... how, I mean, why, I
mean... shit, I don't know *what* I mean, but..."  Sarah softly laid
her hand against his cheek to quiet him.
 
    "I'll try to explain."  Martin settled, and Sarah turned
herself so that she could look him in the eyes.
 
    "When you were born, I was, of course, two years old.  I
took to you, I'm told, like a duck to water.  I watched everything Mom
did with you.  I was always in the same room with you.  I slept next to
your crib.  Our parents couldn't get us apart.
 
    "Well, when you got to be a little older, things became
even more strange.  I'd cry if I couldn't see where you were at any
given moment.  When Mom would take you to the doctor without me, I'd be
physically sick by the time she got home.  It got so extreme, we were
holding hands most of the day.
 
    "Mom and Dad knew that they couldn't let things go on that
way.  Obviously, you had some special attraction for me.  Oh, they knew
about the warmth, but that doesn't normally act like this, and it
doesn't kick in until you're older, like around six or seven.  So they
didn't know what to do.  Without any 'experts' to consult, they tried a
few things on their own.  The only thing that worked was taking you
away from me for a few days.  The first day was pure hell.  I was sick,
crying and angry.  After the second day, though, I started to calm
down.  Of course, once they brought us back together, it was even
worse, and I wouldn't let you out of my sight at all.
 
    "It was decided that it would be best if we were separated
permanently, until we'd both gotten old enough to deal with things.  I
went to live with Aunt Laurie -"
 
    "I don't *have* an Aunt Laurie!" Martin protested,
interrupting her.
 
    "Yes, you do.  It was necessary for you not to know that,
or you'd wonder why you never saw her.  Unfortunately, it also meant
that Rebecca didn't know about her aunt, or her sister, either, but
once Mom and Dad saw how close *she* was to you, they knew she would
never keep this secret from you.
 
    "Talk about miserable.  Aunt Laurie means well, but she
can't cook worth a damn, and she has a lot of personal problems. 
Living with her hasn't been much fun the last few years, as she's
gotten worse.  Anyway, I was sent to live with her, and you were never
told about me.  While I was living with Aunt Laurie, I was visited by
some of the Gallagher women, in secret, to be taught how to coach you
when the warmth emerged.
 
    "Well, other than that, I tried to grow up a normal kid. 
Well, except I had to be very good in school, in case you decided to go
to Harvard or something.  I didn't realize there was a school *harder*
than Harvard.  You would have to find it," she added with sarcasm.  He
smiled at her.
 
    "Anyway, I started off at UTEP, but when we learned which
school you wanted to go to, I transferred here.  I came during the
summer session, so that when you and I met, it would appear as if I'd
been here a while.  I wasn't allowed to tell you about the warmth,
either, until it had emerged.  When that happened, Dad called me and
let me know that I would have to coach you.  Of course, I knew what was
expected of me.  I'd been taught for years how to act."
 
    "So," Martin said, a little wounded.  "How much of what
we've had together was a put on?"
 
    Sarah looked offended.  "None of it!  Marty, I wanted to do
what we just did the day I met you.  I wasn't allowed.  Just like
Rebecca, I'm all yours.  I'll answer your unasked question from
earlier: there *were* guys trying to get into my pants.  None of them
held the slightest hint of interest for me.  I knew who my guy was."
 
    "Oh," Martin said, feeling a little foolish.  He embraced
her, and she settled back against him.  "But," he asked after a while,
"why is your last name Rivers, and why Sarah?"
 
    "Who wants to be called Debralee?  Yuck.  And Rivers is
Mom's maiden name, and Aunt Laurie's name still.  It made more sense if
I were called Rivers.  Besides, if my last name had been Gallagher, it
would have been a little suspicious to you, wouldn't it?"
 
    "Yeah, I guess it would have."
 
    "A little overwhelmed?" she asked, seeing the look on his
face.
 
    "A *lot* overwhelmed," he answered.  "And not a little
relieved."  Seeing her questioning glance, he said, "I didn't kill my
sister, and she still loves me."
 
    The two kissed, putting the truth to that statement.
 
 
 
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