 
                 --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 5===--
 
Chapter 5
 
 
 
    Martin wasn't sure whether or not he was glad to be heading
back to New Mexico.  He'd just opened up a new chapter in his
relationship with his sister, and he wanted to explore it some more,
but on the other hand, he was still concerned that Stan Marsk would try
to finger Martin for beating the crap out of him.
 
    His sister had told him, when he woke up that morning, that
she had loved every second of it, and that she couldn't wait until he
came home for another vacation.  They kissed and snuggled before they
both had to get up, and she had to rush off to school, saying good-bye
to her brother with a kiss and a hug before darting out to the school
bus.  

    His parents had sensed the change between the siblings, but
neither had said anything to him during their trip to the airport. 
They'd sat with him at the gate until boarding, and then said their
good-byes.  His father told him to "take care", with a wink, so Martin
knew he was talking about the warmth.
 
    And, sitting here on the airplane, thinking about the
warmth, he was reminded that Monica waited for him in Albuquerque.  He
wasn't nearly as fearful of that encounter now, since he knew what was
going on with her.  He was concerned, though, that she was now his
"slave", and he knew of no way to get her out of that position.  After
a half-hour of worrying, he decided he'd just have to take things as
they came.
 
    For the remainder of the flight, Martin considered all the
things that had happened over his vacation.  He had gained only a
marginal amount of control over the warmth, realizing that the longer a
woman was exposed to it, the stronger her reaction was.  He'd used this
to good effect on Becca's teachers, but he wondered what the long-term
effects would be.  And, of course, there was Cathy Farmer.  She had
told him to look her up when he was back in town, and he really wasn't
sure whether he should do that or not.  He sat back and decided not to
worry about it: it would be months before he was back in Florida,
anyway.  She'd probably forget about him by then.
 
 
 
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    Martin was riding with Peter and Jen back to school.  He
tried to ignore the lovebirds in the front seat as he watched the trees
roll by.  He kind of wished he had his own girlfriend along, but he
didn't have what anyone would call a "girlfriend".
 
    He thought back to Monica, and the rather upset look on her
face as he'd left.  In the two days he'd stayed at the Sarento house,
they had not had any time alone together.  So, his slave still had not
served her Master in the way she most wanted to.  He understood her
frustration: he'd gotten used to regular influxes of sex, and having
her so near without being able to take advantage of it had made him
just a little anxious.
 
    He dozed along the way, not really interested in the
scenery or the conversation up front.  Before he even realized it, they
were back in Rio Lobos, back to school.  They dropped Marty off at the
dorm, before Peter drove Jen to her dorm.  Martin didn't figure that
Peter would be back any time in the next couple of hours.
 
    Martin walked into the dorm whistling a tune, in high
spirits, looking forward to the semester.  He turned the corner toward
his room, and nearly ran into Sarah.  He backed off quickly, before he
touched her, but it took a second for his heart to restart.
 
    "Sarah!  What are you doing here?"
 
    "Marty, you need to come with me.  Dr. Preston's in the
hospital.  She tried to commit suicide."
 
    "What?  Why?"
 
    "I don't know."  Actually, she knew perfectly well why, but
she didn't want Marty to know, just yet, how involved in his life she
was.
 
    "Shit," said Marty, slumping against the wall, his good
mood forgotten.  "Okay, let me just toss my bag in my room.  Can you
take me up to the hospital?"  He'd already forgotten that she'd told
him to come with her.
 
    "Yeah," she replied.  "Marty, I'll be here as much as you
need me to get through this."
 
    "Thanks, Sarah."
 
    Marty hurriedly unlocked his room, threw his bag on the
bed, and locked the door again.  He and Sarah walked quickly to her
car.  Nothing was said on the way to the hospital.
 
 
 
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    Marty walked quickly in the hospital doors while Sarah
parked the car.  He went to the reception desk, where he saw a cute
girl answering phones.  She looked up and smiled at him.
 
    "Can I help you?"
 
    "What room is Lianna Preston in?"  He spelled the name for
her as she began to type at her terminal.
 
    "She's in... room 205.  That's on the second floor.  Sir? 
Are you a relative?"
 
    "I'm... her boyfriend."
 
    "Oh.  I should warn you, she's on suicide watch, so she's
restrained."
 
    "What's her medical condition?"
 
    "She's listed as stable."
 
    "Thank you.  When do visiting hours end?"
 
    "At five PM."
 
    "Okay, thanks."
 
    By this time, Sarah had come in from parking the car, and
they walked together to the elevator, and went upstairs.  Sarah walked
with him to find the right room, and then left him to go sit in the
waiting area.  Martin stared at the door for a minute, knowing that
what had happened was probably his fault.  *Maybe she couldn't handle
what I did to her.  Maybe I screwed her up so bad that she's gone
nuts.  Maybe she realizes that she doesn't control her own life now,
and won't live like that.  My God, what have I done to the poor woman?*
 
    Finally, he decided he was going to have to face her. 
Slowly, he opened the door.  He saw her lying in bed, watching the
television.  She didn't hear him come in.  He shut the door silently,
and stared at her for a moment.  She looked... well, she looked
beautiful, really, even lying in a hospital bed with her hands
restrained.  Her face had an intensely sad mien, however, and it
wrenched his heart to see it.
 
    He walked silently over to her.  She did not turn to face
him.  He couldn't tell whether she even sensed his presence.  He
finally stood at her bedside, and she was forced to turn to look at
him.  As her eyes focused on his face, her mouth smiled slightly.  He
looked at her with concern.
 
    "Are we alone?" she asked.
 
    "Yes."
 
    "I'm sorry, Master."  Her voice was nearly dead, devoid of
overt emotion.
 
    "Lianna, why did you do this?"
 
    She looked at him, and finally there was pain on her face. 
"I don't want to live without you.  If I can't have you, then I have no
need for life."  Tears were flowing down her face now.
 
    Martin took her hand, feeling the warmth flow into her. 
She sighed, even through her tears, at his touch.  "Lianna, what makes
you think you can't have me?"  Martin was truly confused now.  He'd
been ready to accept lots of things, but this idea had him baffled.
 
    "When you left me here, and went away, I knew you didn't
want me anymore.  I can't live without you."
 
    Martin was shocked.  *Oh, Lord.  She nearly killed herself
because she didn't understand... and I didn't know to explain... oh,
shit.*  As his thoughts continued, he suddenly remembered he had
another "slave", and she was already unhappy about things.  His face
went pale for a moment, but then he remembered where he was.
 
    "Lianna, Sweetheart, I'm sorry.  I should have explained
this to you, but I thought you already knew.  My trip... the reason I
left... I went *home*.  I couldn't take you with me, though there were
times I wish you had been there."  She smiled at those last words, but
remained quiet, listening.  "I never meant to *leave* you, but we had
to separate for a while.  Had I known you didn't understand, I would
have told you this, but... shit, I'm sorry.  I certainly never meant
for you to do *this*.  Lianna, I won't ever leave you like that.  You
will always be mine.  Do you understand?"
 
    An expression of understanding swept over her face,
followed by peace and contentment.  She smiled warmly at him, and her
tears were now tears of joy.  Then, suddenly, her face darkened. 
"Master, you should punish me for not having faith in you."
 
    "I think you've punished yourself far worse than anything I
could have done.  Did you learn your lesson, slave?" he asked, adding
the last word to reinforce his message.
 
    "Oh, yes, Master!" she cried, nearly swooning at his
words.  She paused for a moment.  "But, Master, there are other things
you should know about me.  Things that may make you not like me."
 
    "I doubt that, Lianna.  But, do you want to tell me about
them now?"
 
    "Yes, Master.  That would only be proper."
 
    For the next half-hour, Lianna told Martin every dirty
secret she had ever kept from anyone.  Her previous boyfriends, her
fantasies, even that she had cheated on two tests in college.  He
dismissed it all as irrelevant to her current life.
 
    "There is one more thing, Master.  When I was in college, I
had relationships with other women."
 
    "Oh, really?" Martin asked, intrigued.  "Why?"
 
    "It started with my roommate, who was a lesbian, and then
with some of her friends.  There weren't many boys on campus who
interested me, and it was a good way to relieve the tension."
 
    "Did you still have a boyfriend?"
 
    "Not while that roommate was around.  After she left, and I
got a new roommate, I still fooled around with some of my lesbian
friends, but then I got a boyfriend, and I didn't need them so much
anymore."
 
    "I see.  So, you haven't been with another woman since
college?"
 
    "No."
 
    "Hmm.  I'm glad you told me this.  I may ask you to perform
in that manner at some point in the future.  Would that bother you?"
 
    "Anything you ask of me, Master, I will do without
hesitation."
 
    "Very good, slave.  Now, I have to figure out how to get
you out of here before next Monday."
 
    "They are supposed to be sending a psychiatrist in tomorrow
to talk with me."
 
    "Um, Lianna, you know you can't tell him about us."
 
    "Yes, Master, I realize I cannot tell him your name, or
your relationship to me, but I will tell him I have a 'boyfriend', and
that the problem was caused by a misunderstanding."
 
    "Good girl," Martin said, stroking her cheek.  "I need to
take care of some things back at the dorm, but I will be back to visit
tomorrow, after the psychiatrist sees you, okay?"
 
    "Thank you, Master.  You are so good to me."  Martin leaned
over and they kissed warmly, but they were both frustrated by the
restraints.  

    Martin whispered into her ear, "You just wait until you get
out of here, and then we'll have a little fun!"  Lianna shivered at the
thought.  He kissed her again, and then he left.
 
 
 
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    When they got back to Martin's room, Sarah invited herself
in and sat on his couch.  He offered her a soda, which she accepted.
 
    "So, everything's okay with her now?" she asked.
 
    "I guess.  She was... a little confused."  

    "I gathered.  So, how was your vacation?"
 
    "Up and down.  My sister got beaten up, our grandparents
died in a car accident, and our house was robbed."
 
    "Which part of that was *up*?"
 
    "None of it.  But I also discovered the family secret,
which is pretty... interesting."
 
    "Can you tell me about it, or do you have to kill me
afterward?" she asked with a chuckle.
 
    Martin got a funny look on his face.  After a moment, he
said, "I don't know."
 
    "What do you mean, you don't know?"
 
    "I don't know if I'm allowed to tell anyone or not."
 
    Sarah got up from the couch and moved across to him.  She
noticed that he moved slightly away from her as she did.  

    "I've never kept any secrets from you..."  *Liar,* she
thought to herself.
 
    "Look, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just
that I don't know if I'm allowed to tell anyone."
 
    Sarah moved closer to him, and he again moved away from
her.  If it weren't so serious, she'd be having fun with this. 
Finally, she reached out for him.
 
    Immediately, Martin jumped away from her, his arms moving
up and back to keep her from touching him.
 
    "Sarah, I can't let you touch me," he said, panicked.
 
    "Martin, I thought you liked me," she said with a little
concern.  "It's going to be hard for us to go to the dance together if
you won't let me touch you."
 
    He'd forgotten all about the dance, and his face went a
little white at the thought.
 
    "Sarah, I can't."
 
    "Marty, I really thought you liked me."
 
    "I do, Sarah, but... I don't want you to like me just
because you touched me."
 
    "Martin, now you're being silly."  She knew better, but he
had to talk about it.
 
    "I wish I were, right now.  Look, if you touch me, you're
going to... oh, shit, how do I put this without sounding like a
lunatic?  You're going to *want* me."
 
    "Huh?"
 
    "You're going to... want to... have sex with me."
 
    "And you don't want to."
 
    "I didn't say that, goddammit!"
 
    "Then what are you saying, Marty?"
 
    "That I don't want to *force* you to!"
 
    She'd never realized that he actually did care for her that
much.  She knew he thought about asking her out, but also knew he never
would have, which was why she had backwardly asked herself out for
him.  But now that he knew about the power - Josh had called her the
night of their conversation - he refused to use it on her, even though
he knew he'd get away with it.
 
    "Marty, that's sweet.  It really is.  But, I have to tell
you, I have a little secret of my own."  By now, she'd backed him into
a corner, and he had nowhere left to flee.  She reached over and
wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him to her.  She kissed him,
hard, on the mouth, her tongue pushing its way past his lips.
 
    Martin was too stunned to fight back, and so he accepted
the inevitable.  It took several seconds before he realized that he
didn't feel the warmth traveling between them.  That shocked him rather
badly, but not enough to make him stop kissing Sarah.
 
    Finally, they broke the embrace, and Martin staggered to a
chair.
 
    "You didn't... You're not..."
 
    "No, it doesn't affect me.  And I knew what was happening
to you back when you first... adopted Dr. Preston.  I wasn't allowed to
tell you about it."
 
    "How did you... know about me?"  Martin's mind was still
trying to wrap itself around the thought that she wasn't affected by
the warmth.
 
    "I've known the Gallagher family all my life.  I've been
preparing for the time when this *thing* would emerge from you.  It's
my job to teach you how to control it.  To learn to make it work for
you, rather than against you.  If I hadn't known what was going through
your head just now, you'd have scared me completely out of your life. 
That's bad: you have to learn how not to affect people you want to
leave alone.  I can teach you how to do that."
 
    "Oh.  But...  I'm confused."  Martin shook his head, trying
to clear away the cobwebs.
 
    "Don't worry about it, Marty.  Things will become clearer
as time goes on.  Right now, just relax.  Tell me, what really happened
with Dr. Preston?"
 
    "Lianna was worried I didn't want her anymore. I - oh,
shit.  Hang on, I gotta make a phone call."
 
    Martin picked up the phone, and reached for his notebook. 
He flipped to the page with Monica's number on it, and dialed.
 
    "Hello, Sarento residence," Katie Sarento answered.
 
    Martin disguised his voice and said, "Hi, is Monica home?"
 
    "May I ask who's calling?"
 
    "This is Trent."
 
    "Just a moment."
 
    Martin saw the look on Sarah's face, but ignored it for the
moment.  It took a minute before Monica came on the phone line.  He
heard the other end click.
 
    Keeping his voice disguised just in case, he said, "Hi
Monica, it's me.  Can we talk?"
 
    She lowered her voice slightly, and he heard a door
closing.  "Yes, Master, we can talk."
 
    Martin dropped the fake voice now.  "How are you doing,
Sweetie?"
 
    "I miss you like crazy, dammit!"
 
    "I know.  Life sucks sometimes.  I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.  You know I'd rather have you with me, right?"
 
    "I'm glad to hear that, Master."
 
    "Maybe you can come down with your mom sometime, to see
your sister or something, and we can spend some uh... 'quality time'
together."
 
    "I'd like that a lot."
 
    "If not... we'll think of something.  You hang in there,
Monica.  That's an order.  Just remember, you're mine, and I don't want
anything happening to you."
 
    "Yes, sir," she said with a mixture of conviction and
longing.
 
    "Okay.  I have to get off the phone now.  I just wanted to
make sure you were okay.  I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time
together while I was there.  I'll see you soon.  Bye."
 
    "Good-bye, Master."
 
    Martin hung up the phone and sighed.  He looked at Sarah,
who was waiting for an explanation.  "Lianna's problem was that she
thought I didn't want her anymore because I left her here when I went
home.  When she told me that, I realized that Monica - that's
Jennifer's younger sister - might be going through the same thing,
especially since we didn't get to 'do' much together."
 
    Sarah was nodding, with a slight smirk on her face.  He had
had an interesting holiday, she was sure.
 
    "So, what do I learn first?" he asked, moving over to where
she sat on the couch.
 
    "Patience," she said with a chuckle.  "There will be plenty
of time for learning.  You don't want to be too obvious about your
training."
 
    "Hmm," he said, a little downcast.  She kissed him on the
cheek, to cheer him up.  He returned the kiss, and they necked for a
little while.  But when he tried to go farther, she stopped him.
 
    "Not until your training is finished."  Seeing the look on
his face, she added, "Call it an incentive to get your training over
with quickly... for both of us."  She smiled at him, and he kissed her
one last time.  Then they sat there quietly, just enjoying each other. 
He put his arm around her, and she rested her head back against his
shoulder.  He reached for his remote, and put some soft music on the
stereo, and they just sat listening to it, trying to absorb the events
of the day.
 
 
 
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    Martin had Sarah take him up to the hospital the next day,
so that he could visit Lianna.  Sarah waited in the car this time. 
Martin made his way to the second floor, and was about to enter her
room, when he was interrupted.
 
    "Excuse me, are you Martin?" the man asked.
 
    "Yes," he responded.  "Who are you?"
 
    "I'm Dr. Nick Terrance.  I'm the staff psychiatrist.  Can I
talk with you for a moment?  I'll try not to keep you too long."
 
    "Okay, I guess."  Martin gave the door a last glance as the
doctor led him to his office.
 
    "Please, have a seat," he said, closing the door.  He moved
fluidly around to sit behind the desk as Martin chose one of the two
chairs before the desk.
 
    "Well, I see now why she didn't want to discuss you very
much.  Let me guess, you're a student at the college?"
 
    Martin nodded.
 
    "*Her* student?"
 
    Martin nodded again.
 
    "I see.  That does explain some of her answers.  She was
very open about what she was feeling, but she didn't want to talk about
you at all.  Now I understand why.  Let me put your mind at ease right
away: even *if* I were inclined to report her to the school for... I
forget what they call that sort of thing, but let's call it
'inappropriate behavior', I couldn't, due to doctor-patient privilege. 
Just between you and me, with the small age difference, and how she
feels about you, I think you're probably a good thing for her.  I'm not
sure how much good you're gaining from the relationship..."
 
    "Helped me pass Calculus," Martin quipped.  The doctor
chuckled at that.
 
    "Yes, I guess it would have.  Anyway, that's not really the
point.  I have no interest in getting her, or you, into trouble.  What
I'm concerned with is her well-being.  This suicide attempt, had you
seen any warning signs of it?"
 
    "None.  Doc, I think what happened goes like this:  we've
been going together for a while.  She's become very attached to me, and
I'm pretty fond of her, too.  When I left for Christmas break - I had
to go home - it never occurred to me that she might misunderstand my
leaving her.  So, when I left, I didn't make a big deal out of it, I
told her I'd see her in a while.  I think that she maybe mistook that
for like a break-up, or something, and then, with the holiday, maybe it
was just too much for her."
 
    "You studying to be a psychologist?" he asked with good
humor.
 
    "Meteorologist, actually," Martin replied in kind.
 
    "Well, you'd make a damned fine psychiatrist, because
that's pretty much how I had it figured before you walked in.  Now, the
question is, do you think it will happen again?  Can *you* keep it from
happening again?"
 
    "I really think so, doc.  Now that I know she has... those
kinds of emotions, I can be more careful about what I say.  Plus, I
talked to her yesterday, and explained it to her.  I think she was just
a little confused is all.  She told me she hadn't been in a
relationship in a while... maybe she's gotten a little rusty?"
 
    Dr. Terrance laughed heartily.  "A good notion!  I can see
you take this seriously, though, and I'm glad to see that.  I'm
inclined to release her tomorrow, if you'll promise me you'll keep an
eye on her."
 
    "I'll be here to pick her up.  What time?"
 
    "Well, let's see... they'll have to deal with the
paperwork, and all that garbage... let's say right after lunch?"
 
    "Can we make it right *before* lunch?  Have you ever eaten
here?"
 
    The doctor laughed.  "Good point.  We are trying to keep
her *out* of a depression, after all.  Okay, noon, then.  Can you be
here?"
 
    "Wild horses couldn't stop me," Martin replied.
 
    "Good.  I'm glad I had this talk with you, Martin.  Take
good care of her, she's a very nice lady."
 
    "Yes."  Martin shook the doctor's hand, and departed the
office.  He hoped the handshake would keep the doc from having second
thoughts about reporting them, but there was nothing he could do about
it at this point.  And Lianna had already offered to quit her job for
him.  He just hoped it wouldn't be necessary.
 
 
 
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    Martin spent some time with Lianna, just talking.  He came
back the next day at noon, between classes and skipping his own lunch,
to take her home.  Sarah had loaned him her car, since she didn't want
to make Lianna uncomfortable.  Lianna, finally free of her restraints,
hugged her master fiercely.  Dr. Terrance was there to see them off,
and surreptitiously gave Martin a thumbs-up.
 
    Martin drove Lianna home, with her resting against his
arm.  He spent a few hours with her, but he had to get back to the dorm
to take care of some pre-registration issues.  He made sure to tell her
that she was still his, and that they would see each other frequently. 
They parted with a deep kiss that warmed Martin all the way to his toes.
 
 
 
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    The first week of the spring semester was basic college
coursework.  None of it was overly difficult yet, and Martin took the
opportunity to spend a lot of time with Lianna.  Being back at home,
and having her work had quickly relegated "the event" into her past,
but having Martin around, and his continued assurance that she belonged
to him, guaranteed it wouldn't happen again.
 
    Although he would normally spend Saturday night with
Lianna, he knew this would be more difficult now that Sarah wanted him
to start his training.  She'd given him the first week off, to settle
in and to help Lianna acclimate to the new situation.  For her part,
Lianna told Martin that as long as she knew she was his, she didn't
need to see him every day, though she would prefer to.
 
    So, here he was, all dressed up and... well, yes, he had
someplace to go, if Sarah would ever show up.  She'd promised to meet
him at his room to go to the mid-winter dance, but she was fifteen
minutes late already, and the dance was starting right about now. 
Martin hated to be late.
 
    A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie.  He
went to open it, and was stunned at what he saw.  Sarah had outdone
herself, wearing a simple, yet dazzling, electric blue dress that came
to just below her knees, and a neckline that hinted at, rather than
revealed, her bust.  Martin tried not to drool.  She had actually put
on makeup, which she rarely did, and she was wearing a nice gold
necklace and earrings, two other things she rarely indulged in.  She
saw Martin's look and, without a word, she turned for him, the dress
flowing out from her legs as she moved.  When she'd finished, she
asked, "What do you think, Marty?"
 
    Martin could barely find words.  "Wow!" was what finally
came out of his mouth.  Sarah beamed.  "Aren't you going to be a little
cold outside, though?"
 
    "I've got my jacket.  Besides, you'll keep me warm if I get
chilly, won't you?"  She batted her eyelashes theatrically, and he
thought he'd probably burn the school down if it would keep her warm. 
"Shall we go?"
 
    Martin let her put her jacket on, and then took her arm,
leading her out of the dorm.  They walked quickly, but carefully,
across the slushy sidewalks, it having snowed earlier in the day. 
Sarah nearly slipped once, but Martin's grip on her tightened enough to
keep her on her feet.  He still felt like a goat leading a gazelle.
 
    Once they got to the dance, Sarah disappeared for a few
minutes.  He had no idea where she'd gone, and he missed her
desperately.  He was uncomfortable in these gatherings, and if he
wasn't here with her, he would probably not be here at all.
 
    She reappeared soon enough, and handed him a cup of punch. 
"Sorry," she said, "Had to visit the little girls' room."
 
    "Oh."  He didn't really know what to do at this point.  He
was horribly uneasy in these situations.  It was one of the reasons he
didn't date much.
 
    "Marty, loosen up, would you?  C'mon, let's dance."  The
song was a moderately fast tune, but he fumbled his way through it
anyhow.  One song led to another, and he watched, more than danced, as
Sarah spun and twisted gracefully on the dance floor.
 
    Finally, a slow song came up.  Sarah slid up against him,
and put her arms around his neck.  His hands slipped easily around her
waist, and he peered into her eyes.
 
    "You're being a really good sport about this, Marty.  I
know you don't like these kinds of things."
 
    "There's little I won't do for you, Sarah."  It sounded
corny, even to him.  But it was more or less true.  He was well and
truly infatuated with the upperclassman, and he was just happy to be
allowed to stand in the same space with her.
 
    Sarah smiled at him, and then moved closer.  Their bodies
were touching now, and their feet were moving very little.  Sarah laid
her head on his shoulder and sighed softly.  Martin moved his hands
around to her back, rubbing softly through the material.  He had never
bothered taking any other girls to a dance, since he had no dancing
ability, and so he wasn't used to the sensual feel of a woman pressed
against him quite like this.
 
    When the song ended, it was followed by another slow
ballad, and Sarah didn't even change positions.  They stayed as they
were, swaying back and forth, letting others dance around them with
greater movement.  The two were happy for the moment.
 
    Finally, the slow songs ended, and Sarah pulled away from
her partner.  Martin looked her in the eye, and thought he saw an
invitation.  He leaned in and kissed her softly.  She quickly
responded, her lips moving against his in a beautiful kiss.  They broke
it off before too long, not wanting to draw too much attention.
 
    "Let's go take a seat.  I'm not up for another fast dance
yet."
 
    For the next two hours, Sarah and Martin alternated slow
dancing with sitting and talking.  They never parted for a moment. 
They weren't there to socialize with anyone but each other, and they
didn't need to mingle.  Martin felt they could have achieved roughly
the same thing in his dorm room, but he realized that he did enjoy
being seen with her, and he liked seeing her dressed up, rather than in
her usual jeans and blouse.
 
    Soon, the dance wrapped up, and Marty actually wished it
could go on for a while.  He led Sarah over to get her coat, and then
they slipped outside.  The night had grown very cold, and Sarah hugged
her arms.  Martin slipped his arm around her waist, hoping she wouldn't
stop him, and pulled her to him.  Sarah leaned into him without a
thought.
 
    "I had a good time tonight, Marty.  Thanks for bringing
me," she said softly, her voice a little dreamy.
 
    "You're welcome.  And I had fun, too.  At least for once my
date didn't end up thinking I was a creep."
 
    Sarah laughed softly.  "Hmm.  With what you can do now, I
don't think you'll have that problem anymore."
 
    "But, Sarah, why do I need other girls, when I've got you?"
 
    "And Lianna."
 
    "Well, true, I can't ever let her go, for her own sake..."
 
    "And Monica."
 
    "Sarah, you're making this awfully difficult."
 
    "I'm not trying to, really.  I'm just trying to point out
that you already have more than just me.  Let's not forget Becca,
either."  Martin blushed at the mention of his sister, not realizing
that he had never mentioned Becca to her.  "Marty, you are what you
are.  One of the things Uncle Josh didn't tell you about is that you
will always desire more than one woman.  You won't be content with just
me for very long.  You like me now because you can't have me..."
 
    "That's not it!" Martin protested.  She put her finger to
his lips.
 
    "Let me rephrase.  You want me so *badly* right now because
you can't have me.  Once you have had me, you'll eventually grow
restless.  I'm not telling you this is bad, just that it is.  If you
try to fight it, you will frustrate yourself.  A lot.  It doesn't
lessen what we do have, or will have, together.  I understand my place
in your world.  Eventually, you will, too."
 
    He led her, very carefully, back to her own dorm room. 
They parted at the door, where he saw her roommate.  They had met
before, but she was wearing more clothes then.  Sarah saw his glance,
and she said, "See?"  Martin turned beet red.
 
    Sarah leaned in and whispered, "I love you, Marty."  She
kissed him softly on the lips to thwart an answer, and then she stepped
into her room and closed the door quietly, preventing him from any
response at all.
 
    Martin stood there for several minutes, trying to decide
whether she meant it - *Probably* - and what he felt for her - *I'm not
sure*.  Finally, he just gave up and went home, took off his suit, and
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    Sarah started Martin's training the next day.  She showed
up just after lunch to find him working on some homework.  She shook
her head at how diligently he tried to keep up with things.  She'd
never taken her education that seriously, but then, she knew where her
future lay.
 
    "Okay, let's get comfortable... we'll sit on the bed, so we
can face each other."
 
    "What are we going to do?"
 
    "Well, it's going to be far easier for you to learn to
increase the strength of the..."
 
    "Doesn't *anyone* have a name for this?"
 
    "We never gave it one."
 
    "Well, I did.  I call it the warmth."
 
    Sarah considered a moment.  "Pretty good name.  Anyway,
it'll be easier for you to learn to increase the strength of the warmth
than to reduce it, so we'll start by making it easier for you to seduce
women with it."
 
    "Like I need this?"
 
    "You might.  Now, put your hands against mine."  She put
her hands out, palms facing up.  Martin placed his hands on top of
hers.  He liked the feel of her skin.
 
    "Okay," she said, bringing him back to reality.  "I want
you to concentrate, but not too hard.  If you try too hard, it won't
work.  I want you to think about the warmth, and send it toward me."
 
    "But I thought it wouldn't work on you."
 
    "It won't.  But I can feel it... oh, probably like you
do... just sort of a tingle."
 
    Martin nodded, and started to concentrate.  He thought he
could just feel something moving, but then he lost it again.  He
sighed, but didn't give up.  He tried again, but again it eluded him. 
He grumbled to himself, realizing that soon his arms would start to get
tired.  He made one more effort, but it just wasn't any use.  He threw
up his hands in disgust.
 
    "Shit, Sarah, I'm not even sure what I'm trying to do!"
 
    Sarah calmly and quietly collected his hands, and held them
gently in hers.  Her voice was cool and soothing.  "Marty, you've been
trying for what, twenty minutes?  This isn't something you're going to
learn overnight.  Controlling the warmth is going to take you months to
master.  This one simple lesson could take us over a week.  This is the
toughest hurdle: learning how to 'find' the warmth within you, so that
you can control it.  But it's hard.  I know it's hard.  But you've got
to take it easy, not worry over it so much."
 
    Martin sat back, resting against the wall.  "I'm sorry,
Sarah.  I guess I expected it to be easy.  I don't know why, nothing
else is."
 
    She smiled softly at him.  "You feel up to trying again?"
 
    "I guess so."
 
    Martin failed that day.  And the next.  And for the three
days after that one as well, Martin tried, and failed, to find and
control his warmth.  It was frustrating, and it was beginning to affect
his schoolwork.  Even a visit to Lianna didn't ease his frustrations.  
Sarah knew it was getting serious.  She also knew there was nothing for
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    It was Friday evening, and they were practicing the
exercise in Sarah's room.  She said the change would be good for him,
and besides, her roommate was on a date.
 
    Martin was pretty wiped out: he'd not been sleeping well
since he started to struggle with the warmth.  It reminded him of his
days with Calculus, before Lianna.  His eyes drooped, and he yawned as
he sank down onto Sarah's bed.
 
    "Okay, sleepy head.  At least wake up enough to try to
perform this exercise one time, okay?"
 
    "Gotcha," he yawned.  He put his hands on hers, and did his
best to concentrate.  His mind kept wandering, however, and he'd try to
bring it back each time.  Then, once, when it wandered, he thought he
felt something.  He was too tired to focus on it, though.
 
    And that turned out to be the key to finding it.  His
attention was naturally drawn to the spot, but each time he tried to
control his focus, it would slip away.  He allowed his awareness to go
where it would, and it led him right to the center of his warmth.
 
    He was so astonished that he almost forgot the rest of the
exercise.  He imagined in his mind a pair of hands scooping the warmth
out, so that it moved toward Sarah.  He could feel it travel down his
arms, and into his hands.  Sarah smiled at the tingling sensation in
her hands.
 
    "Okay, that feels like normal strength.  See if you can add
more to it."
 
    Martin imagined his little hands scooping faster, then
realized it made more sense to imagine bigger hands.  He thought of big
bucket scoops, shoveling out the warmth into his system.
 
    Sarah could sense the increase, and was relieved that he
was finally able to perform the exercise.  She only hoped he could
repeat it.
 
    "Okay, you can stop now.  You're pretty tired.  I want us
to try this again tomorrow night, to see if you can do it again.  Meet
me here after dinner, and we'll work on it."
 
    "What about your roommate?" he asked.
 
    "Oh, don't worry about her," she replied with a smile. 
"Now, you go get some rest.  You look wasted."
 
    She kissed him good-night, and then shoved him out the
door.  He stumbled his way to his own room where he collapsed onto the
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    It was a disturbing thing to be awakened on a Saturday
morning by an alarm clock.  He had been so dog-tired the night before,
he had not remembered to turn it off.  He could have used another hour
or two of sleep, although, truth be told, ten hours was probably two
hours too many already.
 
    Martin stumbled out of bed and down the hall into the
shower to begin his day.  He had nothing to do at all until that night,
when Sarah wanted him back.  Thinking of that made him wonder if he
could still find the warmth.  He let the water run over him as he moved
his awareness inward.  He allowed it to float on the currents of his
consciousness, rather than trying to direct it.  Sure enough, it took
him just a little while before he found it.  But he noticed that,
without anyone touching him, there was a shimmering wall around the
warmth, a barrier that it couldn't penetrate.
 
    Although this was interesting, his hunger was more
demanding.  He finished his shower, got dressed, and rushed off to
breakfast.
 
 
 
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    Martin had spent his day lounging and practicing, making
sure he could continue to find his warmth spot.  It became easier and
easier to just let his mind wander right to it, rather than him trying
to direct it.  It was as if, having located it, his brain knew now
right where to go.
 
    He knocked on Sarah's door that evening, just after seven. 
She opened it wearing a sweater, jeans, and even shoes, which was rare
for her while she was in the dorm.
 
    "Going somewhere?"
 
    "Only if this works," she said with a smile.  "You're going
to have to have *somewhere* to play."
 
    He hadn't considered just what it meant if this experiment
worked, and now he went a little red-faced.  She was training him... to
seduce someone.  It was embarrassing.  

    "Come on, lover-boy, let's get on with it."
 
    They settled into their usual positions on her bed, her
hands out, palms up, his hands on top of hers, palms down.
 
    "You know what to do," she said.  Martin was a little
nervous that he wouldn't be able to do it in front of her, but he took
a deep breath and calmed his nerves.  He quickly felt his mind
wandering right to the spot.  He figured he might even be able to
forcibly direct his mind there by now, but he didn't want to risk it.
 
    Having found the warmth puddle, he imagined his big scoops
again, and tossed the warmth out into his system, watching it flow
toward Sarah.  He felt her shiver with the tingle that she felt.  She
got a small grin on her face.
 
    "Okay.  Now... how are you imagining the warmth?  What does
it look like?"
 
    "It's a big puddle of reddish-orange liquid.  Like lava,
only not that hot."
 
    "Okay.  I want you to imagine the liquid overflowing its
banks in a gush.  Use your... what are you using to move the liquid?"
 
    "Big scoop hands."
 
    "Okay, use your big scoops to direct the overflow to me. 
This may be a little tricky, but it shouldn't be too hard for you."
 
    Martin settled in, looking at the puddle in front of him. 
As he now concentrated, only slightly, he saw the liquid begin to
bubble.  He watched as it rose up and out of its basin.  He used his
scoop hands to maneuver the flow toward Sarah.  It was flooding toward
her in a wave of liquid far larger than any he had managed.  He felt
the warmth flowing down his arms, it felt like he had a fever.
 
    Sarah shuddered as she felt the amount of warmth pouring
over her.  She knew it would have been enough to overcome a normal
girl.  "Okay," she said, her voice a little unsteady, "Now, make it
stop.  Just like that."
 
    Martin imagined it settling back down, and that's exactly
what it did.
 
    "Good, Martin.  Now, I want you to pulse it at me.  Make it
overflow, and then stop it, over and over again.  This is to make you
get faster at it.  You've only got a second or two to overcome a normal
girl with this technique, so the warmth has to reach them very quickly."
 
    They practiced for at least a half hour, Martin shoving his
warmth at her, and Sarah shivering in the sensation of it.  Finally,
there came a knock at the door.  They broke contact, and for the first
time, he noticed that Sarah had started to sweat.  He figured it was
merely her warm dress.
 
    Sarah peeked out the door, and spoke quietly to someone. 
She closed the door, and turned back to Martin.  She said, "Okay, your
target has arrived.  We need to move this desk."  She helped Martin do
a minor amount of rearranging.
 
    "I told your target that you would help her with her
interview skills.  She's a junior, and has a job interview segment in
her Communications class coming up in a few weeks.  She doesn't
actually need your help; I've already worked with her incessantly over
it.  But she's insecure, and really feels she needs more practice, but
with a guy as the interviewer, since she thinks that's what she's going
to get.
 
    "So, if you don't get this right, you're going to be stuck
asking her stupid questions for twenty minutes.  Are you ready?"
 
    Martin was a little stunned that Sarah had not only trained
him to seduce someone, but that she had actively prepared a someone to
be seduced.  He nodded his head slightly, sitting down in the chair.
 
    "Just remember: bubble over, and force it to her.  You've
got about the length of a handshake to make it work."
 
    Martin nodded again, and Sarah stepped out the door. 
Martin already had his mind focused on where his warmth was centered. 
He was finding it easier and easier to keep a piece of his
consciousness here, so that he could watch what was going on with the
warmth.
 
    He heard a knock at the door, and figured the game had
begun.  "Come in," he said, in a businesslike tone.
 
    The door opened, and in walked Sarah's roommate, Georgia. 
She was a slender girl, full of nervous energy.  Her red hair and
freckles accented her bright green eyes and small nose.  Her lips
formed a worried smile, and her breathing was rapid.  He could tell
this because her breasts, which were not huge but fit well on her
chest, were rising and falling rapidly.  He stumbled to remember her
last name.
 
    "Miss Sanders, is it?" he received a nod.  "Please come
in.  How are you this evening?"
 
    She closed the door softly, and turned to face him.  He had
enjoyed the view of her tight ass while she was doing so.  "Fine, sir."
 
    He already had his warmth bubbling as he reached for her
hand.  "I'm Mr. Gallagher, head of personnel."  Her hand touched his,
and the shimmering barrier dropped.  He fixed the smile on his face as
his mind was forcing a flood of warmth toward her hand.
 
    It seemed as if the process was taking way too long, but
Martin could see their hands moving up and down, and it had only been
one shake so far.  He knew he could get away with about four, and he
intended to use all of them.
 
    He sensed the warmth flowing freely from his hand into
hers, and he now realized that Sarah's body had been resisting the
warmth for her, for the sensation of the warmth now was more intense as
it continued to renew itself, flowing down his arms and into Georgia's
hand.
 
    It was having a heavy effect on Georgia, too.  Her face had
flushed almost instantly, and the flush didn't stop at her neck.  A
sheen of sweat popped out all over her body, and her nipples were hard
as iron.  Her pussy was already drenched with juices, readying her body
for what it needed to have.
 
    Martin could see that the technique was working, even
though Georgia hadn't spoken yet.  She didn't need to.  She licked her
lips, her mouth slightly parted.  Martin finally let go, but Georgia
didn't move.  She said, "What's your first name?"
 
    "Martin."
 
    "Martin, do you think I'm sexy?"
 
    Martin just nodded, with interest.
 
    She began to undo her blouse.  He watched as it revealed
more and more skin.  Her shoulders were moving back and forth, to help
move the garment off her.  Finally, it slipped off her shoulders, and
each button undone was more skin bared.  He watched as the fabric
slipped past her bra.  He moved around the desk, and sat on its edge,
watching her strip for him.
 
    Georgia finished with the blouse, letting it fall to the
floor.  Instead of taking off more of her clothing, however, she moved
against Martin.  She leaned in, her chest pressing hard against him,
her head turned up to face him.  "Do you want me, Martin?"
 
    In response, he leaned over and planted his lips against
hers.  Her mouth opened as his tongue approached, allowing him access
to her.  Their tongues danced passionately as Martin fumbled with the
clasp on her bra.  Finally, he got it undone, and pushed the straps off
her shoulders and down her arms.  She wiggled to let the bra fall free,
and it finally did.
 
    Martin broke their kiss so that he could look her over. 
She looked down at herself and said, "I know, they're not very big..."
she was going to continue but Martin leaned over and fastened his lips
around one dark red nipple.  She sighed as she felt his tongue sliding
across the tip.  His other hand quickly found the other nipple, gently
twisting and pulling on it.
 
    Martin hopped off the desk, his lips still fastened to one
of her tits.  He finally released it, and she sighed.  He looked her
over again, and said, "Take off your shoes."  She bent to comply, and
Martin had another good view of her ass as she did so.  Once her shoes
were off, she was several inches shorter than him, and had to look up
into his eyes.  He kissed her again as his hands found the zipper to
the skirt she was wearing.  He pulled that down, and the fabric fell
free almost without coaxing.  Now, he picked her up and walked her over
to the bed, setting her down gently, he then eased her panties off her
hips.
 
    Georgia was so excited by now that her legs naturally fell
open after Martin removed her underwear.  She was now only wearing a
pair of stockings.  Martin left these on her.  He moved onto the bed
with her, and looked at her body again.  She was very lithe and
supple.  Her lack of breast size was made up for in their firmness, and
her nipples were extremely sensitive.  He saw that she was indeed a
true redhead, and he smiled.  His fingers danced along her thigh until
they reached her pussy, and she cried out in pleasure.
 
    He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "What do you want
me to do?"
 
    "I want you to fuck me," she growled.  "I *need* you to
fuck me."
 
    Martin removed his shirt, and undid his pants, pulling them
down to his knees.  He lifted each knee to get his clothes down to his
ankles, but then ignored them.  He saw her eyes were focused on his
dick, which was standing out hard and straight.  Even with all the sex
he'd had lately, there was something about a completely willing, living
sex doll that turned him on.
 
    Georgia reached out for him, trying to bring him into
herself.  He let her lead him, her hands softly encircling his prick
and pulling it toward her waiting cunt.  As the head of his dick
touched her lips, she moaned.  Her hands let go of him then, but her
legs gripped his hips so that he couldn't go anywhere except into her.
 
    Martin had no reason to wait, and so he pushed his way
inside her.  Although she was well lubed by now, she was also tight,
and the going was a little slow.  He pulled out, and pushed back in,
making more progress this time.  He did it again, and again, and was
finally buried inside her.
 
    He knew she was in no need of more prepping, and so he
began to rut into her, slamming her pussy hard and fast with his dick. 
She groaned and grunted with each thrust, meeting it with her own
hips.  Soon, she began to utter encouragements to him.  "Yeah, baby,
OH!  God that's good!", "Faster!  Harder!", "Oh, that's the spot!", and
the like.
 
    Georgia was very quickly having her first orgasm.  Her body
shuddered beneath Martin, and he kept pummeling her throughout her
climax.  She screamed and moaned while clutching at his body, but she
never slowed down.
 
    After her orgasm subsided, Martin shifted into a new
position.  He had her get on all fours, and he took her from behind. 
He plowed his prick into her full force, and she growled back in
appreciation.  He fucked her hard and fast, reaching around to grope
her tits, pinching at her nipples.  She gasped in pleasure at the
sensation, and he twisted them harder.
 
    "Oh, God, baby, YES!" she screamed.  And came again.
 
    He continued slamming into her throughout, until she came
down from her second high.  He settled her onto her side, with him
above her.  He raised her leg, and began rutting into her again.  This
sideways motion drove her wild, and she immediately began bucking up at
him.  Her encouragements flew thick and fast, and her body was rocking
harder and harder to meet his thrusts.
 
    Martin finally neared his own peak, and so he reached down
and grabbed one of her tits again.  He found her nipple and twisted it
savagely.  Her body convulsed beneath him as she entered her final
orgasm.  Her moans were broken up by the violent motions of her body as
she lay in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm.
 
    Her movements on his dick sent Martin over the edge, and he
finally came, splashing his cum into her with force.  He kept thrusting
throughout his orgasm, pumping into her until they were both exhausted,
and he collapsed beside her on the bed, his dick sliding from her
well-used pussy, her leg coming back down to the bed.
 
    She turned to face him as they lay on the bed, and she
smiled.  He smiled back at her, and they kissed.  For a long time, they
snuggled.  Finally, with a smirk, he said, "You're hired."
 
    She broke out in a case of the giggles, and they both
fondled each other some more, until they were ready for more fun.
 
 
 
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