 
                --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 13===--
 
Chapter 13
 
 
 
    The next day, Cat caught up with Martin in the student post
office.  He was retrieving his mail when petite arms encircled him and
tried to crush the air out of him.  He turned around and kissed her
hotly, his arms encircling her and pulling her to him.  They kissed for
a long moment, ignoring the stares they got from the other students. 
Finally, they broke their kiss.
 
    "Would you like to check your mail while I check and see if
I still have all my fillings?" Martin asked with a chuckle.  Cat
blushed, and swatted him.  She quickly checked her mail, and was back
at Martin's side before he'd thrown away the vast majority of his mail
as junk.
 
    "How come you get so much junk mail?" she asked.  She
hadn't had any mail at all.
 
    "You just wait until *you've* lived here a year, and see
how much you get!" he said.  "C'mon, let's go to lunch.  I'm
starving."  He'd gotten up late, as seemed to be a tradition with him
for the first day of the semester, and so he had not eaten breakfast.
 
    After going through the line and getting the appropriate
substances that were labeled food by the cafeteria workers, they looked
for a place to sit.  Across the room, they caught a wave.  Cat looked
at Martin for an explanation.
 
    "Oh, it's Chris and Pete.  They're pretty much the only
friends I've got here, besides you and Sarah."
 
    "And Georgia, and Jen, and..." Cat said with a giggle.
 
    "They don't go here anymore, so they don't count," he shot
back with a chuckle.  They made their way over to the table and set
their trays down.  Martin could tell that Peter was eyeing up his
girlfriend.  He grew only slightly jealous.
 
    "Hey, guys.  This is Cat.  We met over the summer, and she
transferred here.  Cat, this is Chris, who is just generally a pain in
the neck, and that's Pete.  He might be mad at me.  I stole his
girlfriend, you see..."  Cat looked at him with a shocked expression.
 
    "I still want to know how you got her to leave him alone
like that," Chris groused.
 
    Pete added, "What I want to know is how you got her to
treat you like she did!"  As the couple sat down, Pete asked, "What
happened with Jen, anyway?"
 
    "She's on academic suspension.  I couldn't bring her grades
up far enough.  She's home with her mom now.  Probably for the best;
they lost her father near the end of last semester."
 
    "Shit.  Oh, sorry, Cat..."  She waved it off.
 
    "I've heard a lot fucking worse than that," she said, to
let them know she could swear with the best of them.  The boys grinned
at her in understanding.
 
    "So where did you two meet?"
 
    "The Grand Canyon.  You remember I told you about that
trip?"
 
    "Oh, yeah.  So you two hooked up there?"
 
    "Something like that," Martin said.  He didn't want to go
through the whole explanation.
 
    Cat, on the other hand, did.  She spent the entire lunch
telling the two boys about how Martin had protected her throughout
their trip.  They gave a few sidelong glances at Martin while they
listened to her rendition of events, but said nothing.
 
    When she was finished, Chris said, "Damn, man.  Sounds like
you had an exciting summer."
 
    "You could call it that," he said, trying to keep his voice
neutral.  At that point, he saw Sarah across the room, looking around,
most probably for him.  He waved.  Cat looked up to see who it was and
smiled.  Sarah caught the wave, and headed over to him.  She didn't
have a tray, which meant she wasn't eating lunch again.
 
    "Hey, Sarah," Martin said, standing to meet her.  She gave
him a brief kiss, and a very warm smile.  

    "Hey, Marty.  Hi, Cat.  Guys," she said, making sure to
greet everyone.  "Marty, I need to take Rachel somewhere, so we're
going to be gone for most of the afternoon, and I won't be around for
dinner."  Leaning in, she whispered, "And neither will she."
 
    "Is something the matter?" Martin asked, concern written
plainly across his face.
 
    "Oh, no.  Nothing to worry about.  Just something we need
to take care of."
 
    "Okay... you're not eating lunch?"
 
    "Not here.  I figured Rachel and I would get something on
the way.  No point subjecting her to this gunk."
 
    "Fair enough," he said with a laugh.  "You will be back
tonight?"
 
    "Yeah.  I'll call you, okay?"
 
    "You better, or I'll come find you..."
 
    "You know where I live," she said, arching her eyebrows. 
She kissed him again, and again it was a very short kiss.  Their public
relationship was a bit odd now, but that was mainly Martin's problem,
since Sarah didn't seem to care what anyone else thought.
 
    As she left, Martin sat back down.  Cat asked, "Problem?"
 
    "No, just letting me know she wouldn't be around for
dinner."
 
    Peter couldn't let it slide.  Things had never been
sufficiently cleared up for the boys.  "Marty?  What's with you and
Sarah?  I mean, last semester, you two were..."
 
    Martin cut him off.  "Over the summer, I learned a little
something about Sarah that neither of us knew," he lied.  Sarah had
known quite well, and it hadn't been over the summer, but that's when
the change had taken place, so that's the lie he stuck with.
 
    "What's that?" Chris asked.
 
    "She's my sister."  Two forks hit their plates at the same
exact moment.  Martin would have found that funny in another situation.
 
    "But... I mean, you two... weren't you... I mean, you
didn't..." Peter stammered.
 
    "Yes, and the whole situation is just a bit awkward, so
could you maybe let it drop?" Martin said uncomfortably.  Truth was he
didn't like to think about it all that much himself.  He loved his
sisters, and they loved him, and both of them were extremely beautiful
and devoted to him forever, so why think about it too much?
 
    "Sure," Peter said, a puzzled frown crossing his face
briefly.  To consciously redirect his thoughts, he asked, "So, Cat, how
do you like NMSS?"
 
 
 
...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---...
 
 
 
    Martin was sitting at one of his desks, looking over at Cat
doing her homework at his other one.  Or, she was trying to do her
homework, but she didn't seem to be grasping the nature of derivation. 
She looked up at him in frustration and squeaked, "Help."
 
    Martin sighed.  He'd gone over this twice already, and she
wasn't getting it.  He feared she'd have to go directly to Lianna to
understand this stuff.
 
    *Not that that's a problem*, he thought to himself with a
smile.  Still, he was here now, and she needed help.  "Okay, where are
you?"
 
    She pointed to the spot in the book.  "I don't get it."
 
    "All right.  That's the derivative symbol.  Now, we know
that the derivative of x3 is 3x2..."
 
    "How does that work, again?" she asked, her brow furrowed.
 
    "It -" Martin's voice was cut off by the ringing of the
telephone.  "Saved by the bell," he said with a chuckle.
 
    "Hello?" Martin said into the receiver.
 
    "Hey, Marty.  It's Sarah."
 
    "Hey, Sarah!  What's up?"
 
    "Have you looked at your calendar lately?" she asked.
 
    Martin looked up to the calendar on his wall.  Today was
circled.  Why was... "Ohhh, yeah.  I'd forgotten."
 
    "She didn't," Sarah assured him.  "I think you should
probably be by for dinner.  She's making you something special."
 
    "She can *cook*?" he asked incredulously.
 
    "With a lot of help, yes," Sarah said softly with a
chuckle.  "This is important to her, Marty."
 
    Martin understood the kind of anticipation that Rachel was
probably going through; he remembered his weeks waiting to have sex
with Sarah.  "Okay," he said into the phone.  "I'll be there around...
six?"
 
    "That works."
 
    "And I gather I should be alone."  It was not a question.
 
    "You gather correctly," Sarah said.  He could hear the
smile in her voice.
 
    "Okay.  Talk to you later."
 
    As he hung up, Martin looked at his watch.  It was already
quarter after five.  *If Rachel's going to all that trouble, I should
at least look presentable.*  He felt he needed to take a shower.  He
did not, however, want to leave Cat in the lurch.  He picked up the
phone again and dialed.
 
    "Lianna?  It's Marty.  I have a favor to ask..."
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    When Martin pulled into the driveway, he saw four girls
come out of the house.  Katie and her daughters headed to the car,
while Sarah walked over to Marty.  She eyed him closely, and nodded
approvingly.  She kissed him quickly, since they were in public again.
 
    "She's waiting for you inside.  We decided to leave you
guys alone, so you've got the house until... oh, around midnight, I
guess."
 
    "Thanks, Sarah."
 
    "Our pleasure."
 
    As she started to go, Marty grasped her hand.  She stopped
and turned back.
 
    "Sarah... what does she expect?"
 
    "She expects you to be her master now.  In *every* way. 
You know how to do that, whether you want to admit it or not."  She
kissed him again, and then walked away.  This time, Martin let her go.
 
    As the others drove off, Martin walked into the house. 
Standing in the front hall, waiting for him, was Rachel.  When Martin
saw her, he froze.  His breath caught in his throat, and he stared
openly.
 
    A slight smile played across Rachel's full lips.  Her green
eyes reflected that smile, and clearly showed that she was happy to see
him.  Her red hair, which was quite a bit lighter than Becca's, now
that it was clean, was held back and up in a clip, revealing her long
neck.
 
    Rachel was wearing a pale green dress that he had never
seen before.  *So that's where they went on Tuesday.*  The dress looked
wonderful on her, contrasting with her hair and sitting well against
her pale skin.  The neckline dipped, hinting at, but not revealing, the
ample cleavage he knew she had.  The dress flowed over her hips, nicely
setting off her curves.  He let his eyes trail down, past the
knee-length hem of the garment, and he studied her lower legs, which
looked smooth and supple.  She was wearing a pair of white low-heeled
shoes which looked wonderful on her.
 
    *As if anything she wore would look bad*, he thought to
himself.  He realized he'd probably been staring at her now for a good
twenty seconds, without saying a word.  He looked back up into her
eyes, and their expression had not changed.  She was still happy to see
her master, and she was still waiting for his approval.
 
    "Rachel... you are beautiful," he said, his voice sounding
awed, even to him.  She blushed deeply, and lowered her gaze.
 
    "Thank you, Master," she said softly.  He walked over to
her and ran his hands along her upper arms.  She looked up at him,
waiting for his next words.  He smiled at her, letting her know that he
was happy to be here.
 
    "I hear you've been cooking for me," he said gently. 
Rachel nodded.  He could tell she was nervous about it, and he only
hoped he didn't choke on whatever it was that he was now going to force
himself to swallow every bite of.
 
    "Is it ready yet?" he asked.  His voice didn't indicate
impatience; he just wanted to know if they were eating now, or it would
be a while.
 
    Rachel nodded, unsure of her voice.  She turned and led
Martin into the dining room, where two places had been set.  She had
wisely not gone for the dramatic move of putting them at either end of
the table, instead opting to put him at the head, and her own place to
his left.
 
    "If you want to sit down, Master, I'll get our plates."
 
    "That'd be great, Rachel."  He sat down, and she went into
the kitchen.  It wasn't very long before she was back, which told him
the plates had already been prepared.
 
    *Probably with Katie's help.*
 
    The food was some sort of casserole which he could not
immediately identify, but which later turned out to contain chicken and
some vegetables, and wasn't bad, for a first attempt.  The potatoes
were lumpy, but edible, and the bread was a little scorched.  He would
never remember any of these details, and the meal would remain one of
his favorites.
 
    The two spoke very little during dinner; Rachel was clearly
absorbed in her thoughts, and Martin wasn't really sure what to say to
her.  Like Katie and Lianna, Rachel was just enough older than him to
make conversation just slightly awkward.  He knew this was something he
would have to remedy, but it could wait until after tonight.
 
    When dinner was over, Rachel started to clear the dishes. 
She was slightly mortified that Martin carried his own plate into the
kitchen and rinsed it off.  He turned to her and saw the look.
 
    "Consider it a gift," he said in explanation.  In truth, he
just didn't feel comfortable being waited on by her just now.  She
smiled at him in gratitude, and lowered her eyes demurely again.
 
    Martin sensed that there was more to their evening... he
didn't think she would feed him and then expect to go right to bed.  He
moved over next to her, caressing her arms with his hands again.
 
    "So, what do we do now?" he asked very softly.
 
    He could see that Rachel was having trouble finding her
voice, but he waited patiently until she answered.  It took a few
moments.
 
    "If you wanted to, Master, I thought... maybe we could
watch a movie on the couch."
 
    *Hmm.  I wonder if she's been talking to Monica...*  Still,
it was a perfectly reasonable and pleasant request, and it sounded like
a good way to let dinner settle.
 
    "I think I'd like that a lot," he told her.  Her smile was
one he saw more frequently these days... it often appeared on Cat's
face when he made her happy.  He gently took Rachel's hand, and they
walked into the living room.  She gently - there was no other way for
her to do so - directed her master to sit on the couch, and she walked
over and put the DVD in the player.  Martin had the remote, and hit
Play as she walked back to him.
 
    They both knew there was no reason to pretend that they
weren't who they were, and so Rachel did not attempt to sit primly a
few inches away from him, as they would do in a theater.  Instead, she
sat down right next to him, and in fact turned her body slightly toward
him.  Martin wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and tenderly pulled
her into him.  Rachel came willingly, longing to feel the closeness of
her master's body.  She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they
settled in to watch the movie.
 
 
 
-----
 
 
 
    The only time Martin moved during the movie was near the
end.  He rose and went to the bathroom.  This was an entirely
deliberate act; he knew what was coming, and he didn't want his bladder
putting a chill on the mood.  Throughout the movie, the closeness of
Rachel's body, the scent of her perfume, and the feel of her softness
against him had aroused him like he had not been aroused in a while. 
He realized that he needed to *date* his girls more often.  It would
take up more of his time, but it was well worth it.
 
    He returned to the movie, where Rachel was waiting.  She
quickly resumed her position after he sat down, and he brought his arm
around her again.  He'd held her many times over the last month,
helping her through her bouts with withdrawal.  None of those times had
felt anything like this.  He wasn't using any warmth on her right now;
it wasn't necessary, for she was already his, and was giving herself
willingly, or as willingly as she could do anything, as his slave, he
thought with a sudden, but brief, frown.
 
    As the credits began to roll, Martin shut off the movie. 
Neither of them moved immediately.  When he did move, it was to turn
and look down at the beautiful woman sitting next to him.  She turned
her face up to meet his gaze, and he leaned over.
 
    When their lips met, the touch was electric.  Though he
still wasn't using any warmth, there was a current flowing between them
that rivaled the warmth's power.  Their kiss was passionate, but
controlled.  He didn't want to just fuck Rachel here on the couch; she
deserved better than that, after what she'd been through for him.
 
    After a minute, he broke their kiss, and he stood up.  He
reached out to take her hand, and helped her up from the couch.  He led
her down the hall toward the bedrooms.  When she tried to walk into her
own room, he stopped her.  She looked to him, confused.  He simply
shook his head, and continued to walk.  She followed him obediently,
but she hesitated when she realized he was taking her into the master
bedroom.
 
    This was a room she had never been invited into.  In fact,
she couldn't remember ever being in there before.  Martin tugged gently
but insistently on her hand, and she finally entered.  He turned on two
small lamps, which gave the room a warm, dim glow, and then he closed
the bedroom door.  Rachel was unsure of what to do; her past experience
told her to do one thing, but her body, heart, and soul cried out for
something completely different.  Her indecision kept her immobile,
until her master came back to her.
 
    When Martin returned to Rachel, he placed his hands ever so
gently on either cheek, and he tenderly pulled her face to his.  They
kissed again, the passion even more evident this time.  Once their lips
were fully engaged, he slipped his hands downward, over her arms, and
then onto her waist.  As his tongue slipped out and softly requested
entry into her mouth, his hands circled around her waist until they
were caressing her lower back.  Even had she not been quite willing to
admit his tongue, the moan that escaped her lips at that point gave it
the access it wanted.
 
    As their tongues danced in a more sensuous manner than
Rachel had ever known, Martin kept caressing her, letting his hands
wander softly across her back.  Eventually, Rachel understood what she
was supposed to do, and her arms wrapped around him, as well.  Her one
hand gently massaged the back of his neck, while she ran the fingers of
her other hand through his hair.  This was much more pleasant than
anything she had ever done.
 
    After a long, lingering, passionate kiss, Martin very
gently pulled away from her.  She longed to feel his touch, wanted him
never to let her go.  He walked over to the stereo and put on some soft
music, which caressed her ears as she was wanting her master to caress
her body.
 
    When Martin returned to her, he let his hand rest on her
abdomen, and he walked around behind her.  He embraced her gently from
behind, letting his hands caress her abdomen.  He let them fall down to
rest on each of her thighs, but he went no further than that before he
moved them slowly back up to her stomach.  All the while, he was softly
licking and nibbling on her earlobe.  Rachel was feeling tingles in the
pit of her stomach.
 
    When he sensed that she was ready, Martin moved his hands
again.  This time, he stepped back slightly so his hands could reach
the zipper on the back of the dress.  His hands lingered at the zipper
for a moment, and then they moved up, instead.  He took hold of the
clip in her hair and very, very carefully disengaged it.  Rachel's
shoulder-length hair fell loose, and he tenderly ran his fingers
through it, allowing it to flow around her head.
 
    Rachel didn't move an inch as he was doing this.  Martin's
actions were so far beyond her experiences that she was lost.  However,
she would happily remain in *this* state of lost-ness forever.  With
her hair down, she now felt the zipper on her dress slowly descending. 
Her body thrilled to the idea that her master would soon see her naked.
 
    Martin watched as the descending zipper exposed the silky
skin of Rachel's back.  He longed to touch it, to caress it, but he
wasn't yet ready for that.  He wanted to get the dress completely off
her, first.  When the zipper was all the way down, he did allow his
hands to graze the exposed skin of her back on their way back up to her
shoulders.  Once there, they took hold of the dress and gently slipped
it off her shoulders and down her arms.  Rachel held her arms away from
her body, allowing her master to undress her.  She stepped out of the
dress as he stooped to let it slip off her legs.  Once she was free of
the dress, Martin set it on a chair, and forgot about it.
 
    Martin turned to face Rachel again, and he opened his
arms.  She came readily, and they embraced again.  Their tongues were
intertwined almost immediately.  Martin kicked off his shoes, and used
his feet to pull his socks free, while his hands roamed across the
silky skin of Rachel's back.  After a few moments of enjoying this, his
fingers sought out and found the clasp of her bra, which they
unfastened deftly.  He stepped back, drawing the undergarment off her
shoulders as he had the dress.  Again, Rachel allowed the bra to simply
slip from her body.  She waited anxiously to see her master's reaction
to her figure.  Martin's eyes lingered on her breasts, memorizing the
curve, the swell, the form of her.  He noted the large, pale areolas,
different from his sister's, and that was just fine with him.  After
tossing the bra to join the dress in the chair, he allowed his hands to
cup her breasts, very gingerly caressing them.  Rachel sighed in
pleasure, her body shivering at his touch.
 
    Leaning down, Martin took one of Rachel's nipples into his
mouth.  He softly sucked on her nipple, letting his tongue slip wetly
over the erect nubbin.  Rachel mewled above him, her hands caressing
his sides and back.  While he continued to suckle, he undid his shirt,
and shucked it off himself.  He switched nipples as he began to work on
his pants, getting them off in no time at all.  Unlike her clothes, he
didn't much care what happened to his, and they were kicked to an out
of the way piece of floor.  His briefs soon followed his pants, and he
was now nude.
 
    The only thing Rachel had known about her master's actions
was that he had continued to make her nipples feel wonderful.  When he
stood up and pressed himself against her, she shuddered at the feel of
his nakedness against her.  She could feel his hard shaft pressing
against her thigh, and the very thought of it made her tingle all
over.  He was kissing her again, their tongues slipping against each
other.  His hands roamed her back again, and then they reached down to
fondle her ass.  Rachel groaned at how good that felt, and she was only
hoping he would never stop..
 
    Martin kissed her for a long time, kneading her ass and
massaging her tongue with his own.  He could feel the hot points of her
nipples digging into his chest, and he was more than ready to go to the
next step.  He was taking it slow for her, though; he knew what her
previous profession had been, and he didn't want her to associate that
with this.
 
    Finally, Martin broke their kiss and began to slowly sink
to his knees.  Rachel was shocked that he would kneel before her, his
slave, but didn't question her master's actions.  When he was kneeling,
he took hold of her panties and pulled them slowly over her hips.  He
held them in place, so that he controlled the pace at which her pussy
was exposed to his view.  Her curly red cunt hair was neatly trimmed,
and he could see how swollen her outer lips were.  He knew that she,
too, was ready for more.  He dragged his hands down her legs, causing
shivers to tingle up and down her spine, until he reached her feet. 
She stepped out of the panties, which joined her clothes in the chair.
 
    As Martin tossed the panties, he rose again.  He now took
Rachel by the hand, and led her over to the bed, where he had her sit
down.  She looked hungrily at his dick, and thought to reach for it. 
She almost did so, but her master knelt again, taking her plaything out
of reach.
 
    Rachel was stunned when Martin gently pushed her legs
apart, exposing her pussy to his view.  She thought she knew what was
coming, and she shivered to think of it.  As Martin leaned in, she
closed her eyes and leaned back slightly.  When his tongue pressed
wetly against her swollen cunt lips, she moaned out in pleasure.  She
fell back onto the bed, her mind reeling at what was happening to her.
 
    Martin continued to lick at her pussy, his tongue dancing
across the pink flesh there.  He spread her lips apart with two
fingers, and stuck his tongue into her hole, wiggling it as much as he
could.  He could feel her pussy grasping at his tongue, trying to
massage it and pull it further inside.  He pulled his tongue out, only
to replace it with his finger.  Rachel moaned loudly in pleasure as his
finger began to work in and out of her.  His tongue slipped upward,
teasing her clit out from its hiding place.
 
    Rachel was overcome with sensations of ecstasy.  Her vision
was blurred, and her body began to jerk in slight spasms.  She could
feel her orgasm coming on her, knew it would be there soon.  Suddenly,
she felt a pulse of her master's warmth washing over her body through
her cunt.  It was as if a bucket of warm water had been thrown over her
entire body.  Her orgasm ripped through her, causing her to arch her
back and buck her hips down at her master.  She screamed in pleasure,
and thrashed her head back and forth, lost to the joy of it.
 
    Martin held on for the ride.  He'd known she was close to
orgasm, and he wanted to bring her over in his own special way.  He
hadn't expected quite so strong a reaction, but it wasn't a bad thing,
so he just rode out the wave, continuing to lick at her clit while his
finger worked inside of her.  He could feel her pussy trying to suck
his finger up to her navel, but he just kept fucking her with it.
 
    After a few moments, Rachel finally began to settle. 
Martin knew better than to continue what he was doing.  He sat back,
removing his tongue and finger from their tasks, and looked up at her. 
He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to
regain her breath.  The view was quite magnificent; her breasts were
flattened, but still made sizeable mounds on her chest, and her nipples
were as hard as diamonds.  He decided he wanted to inspect them more
closely, and so he climbed up onto the bed with her.
 
    Rachel was still trying to catch her breath, which seemed
to be several miles ahead of her.  She had her eyes closed until she
felt a warm, moist tongue slip over her nipple.  She shuddered and
cried out again, an aftershock of her orgasm rippling through her. 
Martin moved up beside her, and carefully pulled her fully onto the
bed, so she was lying more comfortably.  Her master cared for her.  If
she hadn't necessarily understood that before, there was no doubt in
her mind now.  She finally managed to open her eyes, and look into
his.  She saw the caring there, the concern for her happiness, and the
desire.  Yes, her master *desired* her.  It couldn't get any better
than that.
 
    "Master..." she said, her voice at once an invitation and
an entreaty. She turned toward him, and he came to her.  He pulled her
into his arms, pressing her tightly to him.  Her tits mashed against
his strong chest, and their lips locked, their tongues dancing.
 
    Martin rolled, putting his arms out so that he would put no
weight on her, but keeping his body fully in contact.  Her legs parted
naturally for him, and then she wrapped her legs around his waist,
locking her ankles together.  It was very clear what she wanted.
 
    Martin reached down with one hand, and positioned his dick
at her entrance.  As he continued to kiss her, he slowly slid his dick
inside her, filling her cunt with his hardness.  Rachel moaned and
hissed as his length slipped into her.  She massaged his cock with her
pussy, rippling her muscles and trying to pull him further inside. 
Once he had buried himself fully inside her, they paused for a moment,
letting their bodies commune in stillness.
 
    Then, after a moment, Martin began to move.  His pace was
slow and steady, using long, smooth strokes that allowed him to rub
almost his entire length along her pussy, and allowing him to grind
into her clit at the end of each stroke.  Rachel was quickly on the
verge of another orgasm, and then past the verge.  Martin fucked her
through this one, keeping his pace constant as she twisted and writhed
beneath him.  Her body pressed itself more tightly against him as her
back arched, and yet he continued his slow, sensual onslaught.
 
    Again and again this happened.  Rachel lost count of her
orgasms, before she knew that she needed one final blast.  "Master,"
she pleaded, "go faster, please?"
 
    Martin had actually been waiting for this.  Holding off his
own orgasm had not been easy at times, but he'd had a lot of practice
lately.  He began to thrust into her strongly, moving faster and
faster.  Her body reacted instantly, beginning to heat up, causing her
to moan and twist, her words completely incoherent.  Martin scooped her
up and sat upright.  He used his hands to lift her off his dick, and
let her slide back down.  Again and again, he did this.  The friction
on her cunt and her clit was driving Rachel insane.  Martin grunted
with each plunge, holding off his come as best he could.
 
    Finally, with an earsplitting scream, Rachel climaxed,
blasting through her orgasm.  At the first rippling squeeze of her
pussy, Martin let loose with his own orgasm, spewing his cum deep
inside her.  The two screamed and grunted, grasped and twisted
throughout their orgasms.
 
    Rachel, totally exhausted, gave one final squeak and went
limp.  Martin had the presence of mind to catch her, holding her
against his body as his own shudders diminished, and then ceased.  When
he had regained his senses, he bent over and laid her gently onto the
bed.  Her legs fell off him, splaying lewdly in her unconsciousness. 
Martin withdrew from her almost reluctantly.
 
    After he cleaned himself up, Martin went into the bathroom
and wet a washcloth with warm water.  He returned and very gently began
cleaning Rachel off.  It didn't take much of this before she stirred.
 
    The cleaning, which was something she had often done after
sex, was too big a reminder of her prior life.  Rachel soon began to
weep silently, hoping her master wouldn't notice.
 
    Martin did, however, notice, and quickly.  He had a sense,
though, of what might be the cause.  He didn't stop what he was doing,
though he did make sure his moves were gentle.
 
    "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" he asked, hoping she would
tell him.
 
    "Master... you shouldn't have done what you did.  I don't
deserve you.  What I am..."
 
    Martin stopped her there.  "Not what you *are*, Rachel. 
What you *were*.  Everyone can change."
 
    "But..."
 
    "There's no 'but' in this case.  You've worked very hard
over the last month to make yourself clean.  And you did it."
 
    "Only because you helped me, Master.  I don't have the
strength to do that on my own."
 
    "And you never need to," he told her, reassuring her that
she wasn't going anywhere.  His hands continued their work.  He was
down to her pussy, and he knew he had to be very gentle there.  His
movements were doctor-like in their precision, but motherly in their
tenderness.
 
    "Why did you save me, Master?"
 
    Martin wondered how long that question had been bothering
her.  She'd never asked him before now.  He knew that she had to
wonder, but he wasn't going to bring up the subject, for fear of
reminding her of just the crap she was now thinking about.
 
    "You want the truth?" he asked, not unkindly.
 
    "Yes," she answered firmly.
 
    "You remind me of Becca.  And, God forbid that anything as
horrid as what your life *was* should ever have happened to my sister,
I would have wanted someone to do something about it.  It reminded me
that you're someone's little girl, or someone's sister, and I couldn't
just let that guy do... what he was doing."
 
    He finished washing her, and he crawled up beside her,
taking her into his arms.
 
    "I don't have a family anymore," she said, her eyes still
red from crying.
 
    "It doesn't matter.  It doesn't even matter why I stopped
that day, really.  The truth is that you're here now, and here is where
you're going to stay, if I have anything to say about it."
 
    "Which you do... you're my Master," she concluded with a
smile.
 
    He nodded.  "Which I do.  It's my job to take care of you
now.  What you were before doesn't matter to me.  It didn't matter when
I decided to make you a slave, and it sure as hell doesn't matter now. 
What you are *now* is a very beautiful and special woman who I think
I'm going to be very fond of."  He ran his hand along a certain spot,
and received a shiver for his trouble.  He noted that she was trembling
in another way as well, and he guessed.
 
    "Are you cold?"
 
    She nodded.  He got up off the bed, but motioned her to
stay put.  Working around her, he got the covers on the bed undone.  He
glanced over at the clock, to see that they had left themselves plenty
of time... but they were both exhausted.
 
    Rachel was surprised at her master's actions.  "Master?"
she asked, confused.
 
    "What?" he queried back.
 
    "Can I actually... sleep here?"
 
    He pulled the covers over her, and then slipped beneath
them himself, sliding back against her.  "I'd be disappointed if you
didn't," he said.  He laid his head down next to her, and then kissed
the base of her neck, working his way up to her earlobe.  He put his
arm over her, and caressed her abdomen, before letting his hand
settle.  He whispered into her ear, "Good-night, Rachel.  You're
wonderful, and thank you for tonight."
 
    Rachel thrilled to her master's words.  *He likes me!  My
Master likes me!  And he's happy!*  Rachel knew what her life had been
like before.  Slave or not, she couldn't imagine it getting better than
this.  She turned her back to her master and cuddled against him.  She
held onto his hand, and let it settle somewhere further north than it
had been.  She felt him squeeze her breast in sleepy recognition, and
she smiled a peaceful, contented smile.
 
    Rachel closed her eyes and, for the first time in many
years, had a peaceful night's sleep.
 
 
 
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    "Let's go in here," Cat said.
 
    "Not in this lifetime," Martin replied firmly.
 
    "Why not?" she shot back.
 
    "I am not," he said, pointing to the store, "going into
Victoria's Secret with *two* women.  No, not going to do it.  Isn't
going to happen.  I'll wait right here, thank you..."
 
    Three minutes later, Martin was standing outside the
dressing rooms, attempting not to look like a pervert.  This is a very
hard thing for a man to do in a lingerie store standing outside the
dressing rooms.
 
    Sarah, who was the one who had dragged him physically into
the store, parted the curtain and stuck her head out.  "You have to
come in and judge."
 
    Martin didn't see much point in arguing.  He'd lost every
argument so far.  He sighed, and stepped behind the curtain, where not
just Cat, but Sarah also was dressed in very little.
 
    Sarah was wearing a dark blue chemise that came down to
just below her groin.  It displayed all of her very nice bits very
pleasantly.  Martin had to restrain his hands, because he wanted to do
things you're not supposed to do in the dressing rooms of Victoria's
Secret.
 
    Turning to look at Cat did not help his problem.  Cat was
wearing a black see-through teddy, which he could see through very
well.  She didn't have on a bra, though she had kept on her panties
only to protect the garment, since she hadn't yet decided to buy it.
 
    "Well?" she asked, turning to show him her nearly naked
backside.  Martin gazed at it, as intended, and tried to find something
to say that didn't sound utterly stupid.  Cat turned back to him, a
little concerned at his silence.  

    "What's the matter, Marty," Sarah said with a wicked grin. 
"Cat got your tongue?"
 
    Cat laughed, and then her eyes focused in on Martin.  "You
don't like it."
 
    Martin managed to utter some unintelligible noises.  His
mouth sort of worked up and down, but nothing understandable came out. 
Finally, he managed to nod.  Then he should his head, because he didn't
agree with her previous statement, then, he shrugged and looked at
Sarah.
 
    Sarah was giggling at her brother now.  "I think he likes
that one.  Show him the other one.  No, you stay here," she said to
Martin, who had turned to leave.  "It's not like you haven't seen her
naked before."
 
    'The other one' turned out to be - what else? - a cat
suit.  It was white, and see-through, except that it had lace in all
the strategic locations.  Cat slithered into it, and sidled up to her
boyfriend.
 
    "Well, sailor?  Wanna have a good time while you're in
port?"  Her voice purred out of her throat and wiggled its way into his
brain through his ears, and melted every nerve ending in his body.  His
throat went dry, but he did finally manage to rasp out a reply.
 
    "If you keep that up," he said hoarsely, "you will *have*
to buy it... because it will be in tatters.  We will also all be very
embarrassed."  He arched an eyebrow at her.  She giggled.
 
    "Him.  All he ever thinks about," she said to Sarah with a
wicked grin, "is sex."
 
    "Look who's talking," Sarah said in reply, coming gently to
her brother's defense.
 
    Cat looked in the mirror and put on her best innocent
smile.  "Who, me?"
 
 
 
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    After the lingerie shop, the trio headed to the food court
for pizza.  They chatted about this and that.  Martin felt horribly
outnumbered; the girls seemed to take endless delight in torturing him.
 
    "You should have seen him the next morning," Sarah was
telling Cat, concerning his night with Rachel.  Her voice was kept low
for this conversation.  "He looked like he was walking on a low-flying
cloud!"
 
    Cat giggled.  "Wow, she must be really good.  He never
walks on clouds around *me*," Cat said with a mock-pout.
 
    Martin took the one opportunity he had to fight back.  "If
I ever looked that unsteady on my feet near you, you'd tackle me!"  The
three had a good laugh about that.  The semester had been under way for
a few weeks, and this was the first chance that the three of them could
get away to Las Cruces and go to the mall.  This was a pure shopping
trip, and Martin would have been just as glad to let them go it alone,
but Cat had pouted until he'd relented and decided to drive them.
 
    He still wasn't sure if that had been a good idea or not. 
He was very glad that Sarah and Cat were getting along so well; it made
his life easier thinking that they wouldn't fight, since they both
seemed to want to be with him, and the last thing he needed was a
constant argument.
 
    After lunch, there were more stores with more clothes. 
These weren't as explicit as the first shop, but they were just as
exciting.  Either girl could make a potato sack look sexy, and their
choices in clothes were not exactly designed to hide themselves from
him.  He knew that *someone* was getting a visit before the day was
over, as aroused as they had him.
 
    Martin, of course, got the duty of carrying all the bags
out to the car when they decided to leave for the day.  He was glad
that this ordeal was almost over; he hated shopping, and did it for
himself only when his clothes were about to fall off him, which meant,
of course, that he never did it, because someone around him would buy
him clothes for Christmas or his birthday before that happened.  It
worked out well for him.
 
    The girls continued to chat as Martin stowed the bags in
the trunk.  It was something of a tight fit, but he managed.  He walked
around to the front of the car, where the girls were still yakking
away.  Martin put his arm around Cat, who shivered, and stepped closer
to him, but then she stepped away from him and gave him a dirty look.
 
    "All day long, you've been holding me, and she's had to
watch.  You won't even give her a *kiss*!  You should be ashamed of
yourself!"
 
    Martin blushed fiercely, both because he saw in her eyes
that she was teasing him, and because he also knew, deep down, that she
was right.  He stuck his chin up at her, spun to face Sarah, and
quickly drew her into his arms.
 
    The world disappeared for Sarah as her brother's lips met
her own.  Martin slipped his tongue out of his mouth, and into hers, as
she parted her lips to admit it.  For a long, sensuous moment, the
couple stood in the parking lot of a mall, hundreds of people around
them, completely oblivious to whether anyone gave a damn that they were
kissing in public.
 
    Martin's hands were caressing Sarah's lower back as they
kissed, and he knew he had to break off, before they got arrested for
indecent exposure.  He tried not to think of how much he loved his
sister in *that* way when they were in public together, and whenever he
let those thoughts out, they were like a newly uncaged tiger:
completely out of control.
 
    Finally, Martin pulled himself away from her.  He looked at
her, her eyes a little glazed, and she was slightly out of breath.  He
smiled at her warmly.
 
    "Wow!" she said in a bit of a hush.
 
    "I love you, Sarah," he told her quietly.  She didn't yet
have the wherewithal to answer him, but it wasn't necessary.
 
    Martin kept his hand on Sarah's hip as he turned and
reached for Cat.  He leaned in and gave Cat a quick peck on the lips,
and said, "See what happens when you force me to kiss other girls?" 
She pouted cutely until he gave her a longer kiss, but still not as
soul-burning as the one he'd given his sister.
 
    Once Sarah had regained her bearings, Martin said, "Okay,
can we go home, now, before you two get me into trouble?"  the girls
giggled at him as they climbed in the car to go home.  Sarah sat in
front this time; Cat had ridden up front on the way to the mall. 
Martin arched an eyebrow.  *Are they planning something, or just being
fair to each other?*  He didn't know, but figured he would find out,
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    Martin had, in fact, discovered their plan, which had been
to keep him out of the house long enough for the remaining girls to
redecorate the Master Bedroom in his style.  He thought ruefully that
he didn't really *have* a style, but he liked what they'd done, which
was fine with him.  Unfortunately, both of the girls he'd been with
that day had school work to finish up, and so neither of them could
stay to break the new room in.
 
    This is not to say, however, that that had not happened. 
Jen had been more than happy to help make sure everything worked, and
she almost made him late to class the next morning, as well.  Still, he
had no heart to yell at her for it; she'd only been doing her best to
make him happy.
 
    Martin thought about all of these things as he walked over
to Sarah's room.  He needed to discuss something with her.  He would
have talked to Cat except that the something he wanted to discuss
involved her.  His thoughts were muddled as he made his way
automatically over to Sarah's dorm.
 
    Martin was thinking about Cat when he walked around the
corner.  Sarah's room was the first one on his left, and her door was
*right there*, with no time for him to really announce his presence.
 
    Normally such a thing didn't matter.  At this particular
moment, Martin met someone coming out of Sarah's room.  They met rather
hard, and, in fact, the other person would have been knocked down if
Martin hadn't caught her and held her up.  It was only at that point
that he recognized the lithe redhead in his arms.
 
    "Hey, Georgia," he said with a sincere smile.
 
    "Hey, Slugger," she said in reply.  Before he could even
think to let her go, she threw her arms around him and gave him a warm
kiss.  She kept it short, but there was clear feeling in it.  He held
onto her until she was done assaulting him, and he let her go when she
wanted to be.  "Thanks for the catch," she said with a wink.  She was
gone before he could say anything, and he turned to see Sarah in her
bathrobe.
 
    Since it was in the middle of the afternoon, Martin had to
wonder just what had been going on.  As he closed the door, he looked
to his sister with a raised eyebrow.
 
    Sarah shrugged.  "She came by to talk... we were both a
bit... um...  and well..."
 
    Martin chuckled.  For once, he wasn't the one embarrassed
by the sexual escapades.  He smiled at his sister, and moved to her. 
He embraced her - beneath the robe - and gave her a warm kiss.
 
    "Am I not paying enough attention to you?" he asked
seriously.
 
    "Marty, I'm horny all the time.  You can't possibly pay
enough attention to me.  Don't worry, I'm adjusting."
 
    Martin raised an eyebrow at her, and glanced back to the
door.  "I see that."
 
    Sarah blushed, and then grew serious for a minute. 
"Actually, she's going to be your problem, not mine."
 
    "Huh?"
 
    "Marty, Georgia's fallen for you.  Hard."
 
    "But... I mean, I took the warmth from her... and we
haven't..."
 
    "I know.  Sometimes it happens.  Lightning strikes, and one
person in a couple falls for the other, while the other one just
doesn't feel anything."
 
    "That's not fair, Sarah, and you know it," he said, caught
short by her remark.  "I *do* like Georgia.  But she's a little late,
at this point."
 
    "Why?" Sarah asked, genuinely confused.
 
    "Um... there *is* Cat...  Besides, how do you think Georgia
would feel just being 'one of the girls' in my life?"
 
    "I don't mind..."
 
    "You didn't get a choice in the matter."  His tone of voice
indicated how he felt - still - about that.
 
    "Okay, fair enough.  But Cat doesn't seem to mind, either."
 
    "Cat knew what I was when we met.  She knew exactly what
she was getting into.  Her only worry was whether or not I was the
asshole her brother is.  Sometimes I think I am, just in a different
way."
 
    "Martin Gallagher..." his sister said in warning.  He
raised his hands to stop her.
 
    "I know what you're going to say.  I don't dwell on it,
okay?  But I do feel like I take advantage of you girls all the time. 
Anyway, my point was, before I got sidetracked, that Georgia *doesn't*
know what I am.  She still thinks I'm normal.  Silly girl," he said
with a wry grin.
 
    "How do you know she'd object?"
 
    "Sarah..." he paused, and considered.  "Okay, I don't
really know.  But I mean, don't you think a normal girl would find this
lifestyle sickening, if she had a choice about it?"
 
    "Maybe.  But I'm not sure how normal Georgia is.  She's in
love.  That does weird things to people."
 
    "But..."
 
    "Marty, look at it this way: you have two choices.  You can
either tell her, or not tell her.  The thing is, if you don't tell her,
she's going to continue hanging around you and your family, because she
doesn't have a reason not to.  Eventually, she's going to figure
something out.  Now, maybe that would serve whatever desire you have,
because it might piss her off that you didn't tell her, and she might
get mad enough to leave you.  That might happen if you tell her, too,
and would be less painful for both of you.  It's pretty clear you don't
want her around..."  Sarah was actually slightly upset at her brother. 
It was hard for her; Georgia was also her friend.
 
    "It's not that I don't want her around," he shot back
defensively.  "But this isn't fair to *her*.  She expects a boyfriend
who will date only her, be there for *her*, not for..." Martin paused,
stopping to count how many girls were in his life, and almost
immediately stopped, because he decided he didn't want to know the
exact number. "Some harem of girls that just *happens* to include her. 
She expects to be number one... and she *deserves* that, Sarah!"
 
    Sarah stepped back a little.  She hadn't realized how
painful some decisions had been for her brother.  She knew he struggled
with what he'd become, but just now she understood that he was
sacrificing some part of himself to become it.  She took a deep breath,
and walked to him, embracing him again.  She hoped he would slip his
hands under her robe again, and got her wish.
 
    "I'm sorry, Marty.  Sometimes I forget that I'm the one
who's been ready for this all my life, and you're still kind of new at
it.  I really didn't think about it like that.  I mean, you can have
Georgia pretty much any way you want her, just by taking her..."  Sarah
quickly went on, because she saw the look in his eyes, and knew what
was coming.  "I know you don't want to, and I know you won't.  I'm just
saying you *can*.  It never really occurred to me until just now how
much you fight this... you really would rather, in your heart, have her
with you, wouldn't you?"
 
    Martin closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.  He
considered for a long moment, and then nodded.
 
    "But you don't think you can... with the way things are." 
He immediately shook his head negatively, his eyes still closed.
 
    "You need to talk to her.  Maybe she'll understand.  Maybe
she won't... but this is going to eat you up inside if you don't come
to some kind of conclusion."
 
    She continued to hold him as he kept his eyes closed, his
head tilted slightly back, and his breathing deep and regular.  She
knew he was thinking it over.  Finally, she saw him shake his head and
open his eyes.
 
    "I can't do anything about it right now.  And that's
obviously not why I came to talk to you today, anyway... and the reason
I did only makes the thing with Georgia harder."
 
    Sarah pulled her brother over to the bed, and sat down,
pulling him with her.  She did not sit Indian-style, as was often their
habit, but instead sat next to him, holding his hands in hers.
 
    "What is it?"
 
    "It's Cat.  Sarah... what does it feel like... I mean, how
do you know when you're in love?"
 
    Sarah sat back, shocked.  She wasn't shocked that her
brother was in love with Cat; she was shocked he didn't know it
already.  She straightened, and realized she wasn't exactly
clear-headed about love, herself.  She was in love with her brother,
after all.
 
    "Well..." she said, temporizing, "How did you feel when you
first knew you loved me?"
 
    "That's not fair... I had a crush on you already."
 
    "Didn't you have a crush on Cat?" she asked sincerely.
 
    "No.  At least, I don't think so... Shit, I don't know. 
When we met, things were very confusing, because of the warmth thing...
we could feel it in each other, but I, at least, didn't recognize it. 
I'm not sure if she did right away or not."
 
    "Okay, so you were confused."
 
    "Then we spent a few days together, pretty much constantly,
just talking and everything.  Of course, the whole thing with her
almost falling off the cliff did make us a little tighter than we
probably would have been..."
 
    "And showed her what a great guy you are..." Sarah threw in.
 
    "That was *not* my intention," Martin said firmly.
 
    "I know," Sarah giggled.  "But it did that, anyway."
 
    "Well, by the time we uh... had sex, well, we'd become, I
think, good friends more than anything else."
 
    "Oh," Sarah said, enlightenment dawning on her.  "You've
got it bad," she said with a smile.
 
    "Huh?"
 
    "You think about her a lot?"
 
    "Damn near constantly, unless I'm with you or one of the
other girls."
 
    "Miss her, right this minute?"
 
    "Yes," he said honestly, wincing at the pain he figured
this would cause his sister.
 
    Sarah felt a tiny twinge of jealousy, but pushed it down
ruthlessly.  This was her brother's happiness she held in her hands:
the single most important task in her life so far.
 
    "Want to be with her the rest of your life?" she asked
after a deep, calming breath.
 
    "I... I don't think in those terms, I don't think..."
 
    "Okay, close your eyes, and see yourself at the end of
school.  Is she in the picture?"
 
    "Yes."
 
    "Can you imagine the picture *without* her in it?"
 
    After a long moment, he said, "Well... sort of, but it has
a blank spot where she should be."
 
    "Marty, that's what happens when you're in love.  Take the
person away, and the picture looks like it has a blank spot," she said,
echoing his words.  "Because deep down in your heart, you don't ever
want her not to be there, and if she is, you'll feel like life has...
well, a blank spot."
 
    "Oh," he said, drawing it out as a long, coarse breath.  He
took a couple more shaky breaths before he looked at his sister and
asked, "How... do I tell her that?"
 
    "You haven't told her you love her?" Sarah asked
incredulously.
 
    "I didn't really know... until just now."  Sarah thought
back over all the times she'd seen them together.  In fact, she noted
that, though at the mall, he'd told Sarah that he loved *her*, he had
not said the same thing to Cat.  She'd not paid any attention at the
time, but it was significant to her now.
 
    "Well, you could just blurt it out over lunch... but I
guess you want it to be more special than that?"
 
    "Yeah."
 
    "Okay... here's what you do, then..."
 
 
 
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    Marty and Cat were lying together in his bed at the Sarento
home.  They had made love for most of the afternoon, and now they
rested quietly in each other's arms.  Martin pulled himself up to a
sitting position, resting against the pillows.  Cat adjusted herself so
her head lay on his chest, her hand resting on his hip.  Unlike most of
their couplings, today had been a slow, gentle, loving affair, and Cat
was wondering if there was a significance in that.
 
    There was, but Martin was torn with what was going on in
his life.  *Is it fair to ask Cat to put up with this life any more
than it would be fair to Georgia?  I mean, sure, she was *expecting* to
live her life this way, but just because you expect it, doesn't make it
right.  I love her, and I don't want to lose her, but... but is that
selfish?  What to do?*
 
    "Cat, Sweetheart," he said.  She looked up at him with a
dreamy expression, smiled to indicate she was listening, and then
turned her head back to where it had been.  "Does it ever bother you,"
he asked, "living like this?"
 
    "I'm not sure I understand," she answered softly.  She
actually was reasonably sure she *did* understand the question, but she
had never expected anyone in Martin's position ever to ask it.
 
    "Well, your boyfriend is fooling around on you.  And he's
not doing it behind your back, either.  In fact, he's fooling around
with every other girl living in the house you're in right now.  Your
boyfriend, seen from the outside, would be characterized as sleeping
with anything in a skirt."
 
    Cat grinned to herself.  Her brother was, in fact, exactly
like that.  She knew Martin wasn't, but she understood that yes, the
rest of the world would perceive him to be that way.
 
    "I mean... doesn't it annoy you when I have to take time
away from you for the others?  I can't stop, you know... they're stuck
the way they are because of me.  I can't just stop taking care of them."
 
    Cat sat up, finally realizing that this conversation was
more important even than just his concern over how she felt.  She gazed
into his eyes, but couldn't read the expression.
 
    "Marty, I knew what I was getting into when I came down
here.  You remember, you told me about your girls when we were riding
that damned horse."
 
    Martin smiled for a second; she still didn't like thinking
about that trip, except for the good moments which seemed, in her mind,
all to involve him doing nice things to her.
 
    "I know... but that doesn't make it fair to you... Wouldn't
you be happier with a boyfriend who could spend all his time with you
alone?"
 
    "No," she answered firmly.
 
    "Why not?" he asked, total confusion written on his face.
 
    Her hand came up and softly caressed his cheek.  "Because
then it wouldn't be you, would it?"
 
    He smiled at her, realizing that *that moment* had come. 
He wondered if he could get the words out.  Taking a deep breath, he
hesitated for a long moment.
 
    *What's he thinking?* Cat asked herself.  *Are we breaking
up?*  Her heart raced faster at the mere idea of it.
 
    "Cat..." Martin started, and paused again.  He saw the
expectant look on her face, as if she was as nervous as he was.  *Does
she know what I'm going to say?  Does she feel the same way?  How can I
tell?*  He knew the only way to find out was to simply say it.
 
    "Cat," he started again, "I love you."  *There, I said
it!*  Now there was an interminably infinite moment, lasting hours upon
hours in Martin's mind where she did not move, did not speak, and did
not blink.  In fact, it lasted perhaps two seconds, but he would never
know that.
 
    Martin's heart was frozen; he was certain it was not
beating.  When he saw Cat's eyes mist up, he was certain it would never
beat again.  Her smile broke the spell; as she threw her arms around
him, he felt his heart beat rapidly, as if it was trying to make up for
missed beats.  She was weeping silently in joy.
 
    "Oh, Marty!  I love you, too!" she cried.  She hugged him
tightly until he pulled her up, gently disentangling her.  Soon, their
lips met, and they were kissing fiercely, their passions re-ignited in
their newly expressed love for each other.
 
    The rest of the afternoon was spent in lovemaking that was
not as gentle, and not as slow, but infinitely more loving.
 
 
 
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