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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== NEWHART The Made Maid By Uncle Mike Part B: "Stratford Inn, how may -- oh, hello, Michael. Yes, Stephanie said to tell you ..." She paused briefly and glanced at the door to Dick's den. "Ah, that is, Stephanie said to tell you to come right over. Don't waste any time, she said. That's right. Well, we'll see you soon, Michael." For the next several minutes, Joanna busied herself around the inn, shifting things back and forth, tidying up here and there. She placed a few quilts on the floor in front of the fireplace and started a roaring fire. She was just getting to her feet and wiping a smudge or two of ash off her hands when the front door swung open. She rushed through the door to the lobby. "Hi-ho, Jojo! Where's my little snugglepuss?" Michael was a young, impeccably dressed man with the air of a small boy playing dress-up. Joanna composed her face into a look of chagrin. "Oh, Michael, I'm sorry, Stephanie had to go to town. She won't be back for at least an hour." Michael's face fell. "But, Jojo, she asked me to come right over. I had to leave just as the Professor was setting up his radio. Now I'll never know if Gilligan got off the island!" In her mind, Joanna grimaced. Michael was such a little boy. But a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do. She advanced on him, cooing her apology. Michael seemed near tears. Joanna put a hand around his shoulder and led him into the dining room. "I'm sure Stephanie just forgot all about you," she said, turning her face so he couldn't see her smirk. "You know how she is. I wouldn't let it get you down, Michael." "But, Joanna, she SAID she'd meet me!" Joanna turned toward him again. Her hand applied gentle pressure, bending his head down onto her ample chest. "There, there, Michael. Don't worry." The fire cast a warm glow on them as she nudged him toward the quilts spread on the floor. Michael was clutching her around the waist, shuffling his feet along with her. As they came to a halt, Joanna released her pressure on his head and spoke. "Michael, I..." He picked his head up to look at her. She quivered her lips as she gazed deeply into his red-rimmed eyes. "I..." Joanna pressed her lips to Michael's. At first it was a gentle kiss. Then she pressed harder, opening her mouth and forcing her tongue into his. Michael seemed paralyzed at first, but soon he responded, holding her closer, returning her smothering kiss. When they broke their embrace, Joanna was feeling a bit flushed in spite of herself, but Michael looked completely flustered. "Holy Mrs. Robinson, Joanna," he sputtered. "If my little love-bug had caught us -- or the Dickster!" Joanna's voice was soft and low. "They're in town, Michael, and they're not coming back for a long time. No one's going to catch us. We can do whatever we want. So what do you want to do, Michael?" He babbled in reply. Joanna took the bottom of her sweater in both hands and pulled it over her head in one fluid move. As she tossed it aside, her large breasts cradled in a silky white bra jiggled slightly. "Do you want to touch my breasts, Michael? They're not too big, are they?" She reached behind and undid the clasp. As the bra fell away, the tits sagged slightly but still stood out, with large dark aureoles capped by thick, erect nipples. Joanna was a bit surprised by her own horniness. "Wow!" Michael reached out a hand, tentatively. It tremored as it neared her flesh. "Mega-bongos, Joanna. I've never, uh, had anything like those." "But don't you prefer smaller breasts? Aren't mine a bit, well, much?" "Negatory, Jojo. They're perfect! Who'd want some skimpy chick when they could have a shelf like yours!" His hand brushed against her breast. Joanna held her breath, hoping her plan worked. Michael rubbed the back of his fingers lightly against her skin for a few seconds, but soon both his hands were groping her large tits. Before long he had bent to take them into his mouth, one by one, licking and suckling like a baby. Joanna flung back her head, closed her eyes and reveled in his passion. The young man's slightly clumsy moves made her feel a little like a cradle robber, but that wasn't all bad; it felt curiously sexy to be seducing somewhat who wasn't much more than a boy. She could feel her crotch beginning to warm and moisten, and she made a slight change in her plans. While Michael was occupied with her breasts, Joanna quietly slipped her slacks and panties to the floor and kicked off her low-heeled shoes. When she pushed the young man away from her chest, he let out a loud gasp as he saw her naked body. "You're as pretty as a centerfold," he managed to get out. "Where have you been hiding that sexy body, Joanna?" "Oh, Michael," Joanna said, smiling to herself, "do you really like it? It's not quite what you're used to..." "Not by a mile, Jojo! It's way better. It's like -- like -- like the difference between day-old Ripple and four-year-old Chardonnay. You're prime vintage. Wow!" Joanna pressed her arms to her side in a little private hug. This was working out even better than she'd hoped. Her hands traced paths across her flat stomach to the auburn patch of hair between her legs; she saw Michael's eyes following them. "Aren't you a little overdressed?" She saw his eyes bounced back and forth between her crotch and her face several times. "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, I guess," Michael said, blushing. He tossed aside his designer wear with far more abandon than Joanna had ever seen him treat his clothes. He really is hot for me, she told herself. Michael was, as she feared, a bit scrawny. But, she saw with approval, at least one part of him was well-developed. His cock was already stiff and stood out at least seven inches. Joanna licked her lips and almost dove on it, but held herself back. She was in the driver's seat, and she was determined not to give it up. She spread her legs apart and brushed her fingers through her bush and down to her pussy lips, already well-lubricated. As she dipped a finger into her slit, she looked back up at Michael and saw his mouth half-open. She smiled. "Looks good, doesn't it? Wouldn't you like a closer look?" Michael knelt down, his face just inches from the musky cunt. "I'm really, really hot and wet, Michael. My cunt is just aching for someone to put his fingers in me. And his tongue. Do you think..." Before she could finish the sentence, the young man pressed two fingers into her slit as Joanna withdrew her own. Further talk was unnecessary as he pushed his fingers deeper into her cunt and her juices flowed lavishly. Joanna caressed her tits, sighing deeply as she felt her pussy respond to Michael's movements. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps when he bent forward and put his mouth to her hole. It had been so long! He was not an expert, but she gently corrected him, holding his head away when he became too rough, pressing him to her when he faltered. She felt as if her whole body was on fire while he suckled her, his probing tongue slipping between her folds and lapping at her cunt. When his thumb found her clit, the feeling was almost too much to take, and within a minute or two she dissolved into a wild orgasm. When she could speak again, Joanna got to her knees and told Michael to lie down on the quilts. His cock was standing straight up as she crawled over to it and straddled him. She grabbed hold of his shaft and rubbed the tip against her pussy lips, keeping them just out of reach of his frantic bucking. "Not so fast, Michael," she cooed. "You're going to get it, but ..." "Gee whillickers, Joanna, I need you! I'm into total sex craze! I..." "Michael," she said softly. He ignored the interruption. "I need that totally awesome cunt on me! You're like total goddessville, Joanna! You..." "Michael!" "You turn my insides on like a Pop-Tart in a toaster! You..." "Michael, dear," she said in a flat tone. "Shut up." He stopped short. As a reward, Joanna sank down onto his eager cock, taking it deep into her sopping wet cunt. She saw sparks fly and wasn't sure if they were really coming out of the fire or just in her mind. Michael's fat cock was big enough to fill her up; she'd thought no man could do that. On each downstroke she ground her pussy against his groin, thrilling to the feel of his balls slapping against her flesh. More than she had in years, Joanna felt like a sexual being. It was if she'd awakened from a long, deep sleep. She cast aside the last vestiges of her normal demureness as Michael's cock drove in and out of her. "Fuck me," she commanded him. "That's it, slam your cock into me, Michael. Don't hold back! Don't hold anything back. I can take anything you can give me. Drive that big, hard cock into me up to the hilt!" "Joanna," Michael started to say, but she silenced him with a finger to her lips. "Don't talk, you fucking stud," she said. "God damn, this is good. Just fuck my cunt and squeeze my tits. That's all men are good for, anyway. Come on, Michael. Fuck me!" In her own mind, Joanna knew she was putting on an act, at least in part. She had guessed -- oh, how correctly -- that Michael would respond to a harsh mistress. But she also was getting a kick out of ordering him around and talking dirty. As they continued to rut wildly, she tried out every dirty word she knew and a few she made up on the spot. Each time she'd throw one out Michael seemed to add an extra oomph to his humping, until she had to grab hold of his waist to keep from being tossed off. Her tits were bouncing up and down, slapping her chest with each powerful thrust of his hard cock. Just when she began to feel a glow inside, she sensed that Michael too was nearing the edge. She forced him to slow down the pace, taking long, slow rides up and down his cock, until the first small tremor shook her sweaty body. Michael took the cue and drove his cock into her roughly, once, twice, and then a third time deep into her cunt. With a loud groan he let loose a torrent of cum as her own orgasm hit full force. By the time she had ridden out the last wave of passion the logs in the fireplace had burned down to a few glowing embers. She stared at them for a few seconds before her mind snapped into the present. Without hesitation, she rose off of Michael's flagging shaft and gathered up her clothes. The young man, still on the floor, grabbed at her ankle. "Another round, Jojo?" Joanna glanced out the window. "Isn't that our car? Oh, look, yes, there's Stephanie and Dick coming down the road." Michael leaped to his feet and snatched up his slacks, hopping into them one-legged while Joanna giggled. "Better hurry up, Michael," she teased him. "Wouldn't want your snugglepuss to know you've been snuggling some other pussy!" "I, uh, I," he struggled to say as he zipped up his slacks and shoved his arms into his shirt. "Do you..." "You don't have long now," Joanna said, pushing him out of the dining room and across to the front door. He turned back to her as he flung it open, but she didn't even wave; she was holding her sides as she laughed at him. When he'd closed the door behind him, Joanna dressed herself and got to the window in time to see his car peeling out of their driveway just as Dick slowed to turn in. The expression on Stephanie's face was priceless. === === === === It didn't take long after Stephanie got a whiff of the quilts in the dining room for her to figure out what had happened. Even if she didn't get the idea right away, the shit-eating grin on Joanna's face would have clued her in. The young woman was furious, but guests started to come in from their daytime activities and there was no way for her to get Joanna alone. It wasn't until the next day, when things quieted down after breakfast and Dick went to the TV station to tape his show, that Stephanie got her chance. Joanna was at the front desk, balancing the inn's accounts, when the maid stormed across the lobby toward her. Their argument was short and loud, but didn't give Stephanie any satisfaction. Joanna had, as she pointed out several times, only given back in kind -- and proved a point about what men wanted, too. Stephanie insisted Joanna's trick had worked only because Michael was easily seduced, but that only allowed Joanna to say that Michael's horniness was the only way Stephanie had landed him. The argument was going nowhere but Stephanie didn't want to give in; she wasn't used to doing that with anyone. It was out of sheer frustration, then, that she blurted it out. "Any man would want me. Why, if I wanted to, I could get the next man through that door to do me!" Joanna, who had been laughing her way through the argument, waited until her chuckles subsided before replying. "You're on," she said. "What?" "You're on. Let's see you do it. Let's see you get the next man through that door to fuck that sorry little pussy of yours." "Joanna, I wasn't serious!" "Chicken?" "I am not!" "Then do it." Stephanie's eyes were blazing, but she was cornered and she knew it. It simply wasn't in her to end a fight with someone else getting the last word. "All right," she said. "I'll do it." The front door swung open just a few seconds later. "Hi," said the scruffy leader of the trio that walked in. "I'm Larry. This is my brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl." The two other men, even scruffier and filthier, nodded their greetings. Stephanie's eyes grew wide and round, and she spun around and mouthed the words to Joanna: "I can't do it." The older woman came out from behind the desk and stood next to Stephanie. She said hello to the men, and out of the side of her mouth whispered to the maid. "You promised," she said. "Chicken?" While Stephanie shut her eyes to think, Larry asked Joanna about the chore she'd called them over for. Stephanie's eyes shot open. "You called them? You knew they were coming?" Larry cut in. "You bet, Miss Stephanie. Now where's that ditch that needs digging?" Joanna smiled at Stephanie and turned to the men. "Oh, sorry, Larry, it turns out we didn't need that, after all. But Stephanie needs some help upstairs. Don't you?" Stephanie felt sick, but her natural stubbornness fought back. There was no way she was going to let Joanna get the upper hand. "That's right, boys," she said sweetly. "Could you follow me?" === === === === Joanna waited a few minutes after Stephanie had led the filthy trio up the stairs before she tiptoed up herself and knelt before the keyhole to the maid's room. She was surprised to see Stephanie had apparently chosen the brute force approach. The young girl was lying naked and spread-eagled on her bed, directly across from the door. Joanna had a perfect view of her wide- open snatch. It occurred to the older woman that, while Stephanie's body was somewhat skimpy, it had its own charms. It certainly didn't look like it would take much to convince any normal man to strip and fuck, but Stephanie seemed to be having a hard time getting the boys to understand. "Come on, Larry," the maid pleaded. "Do I have to rip your clothes off myself? Look." She pointed to her crotch. "This is my cunt." She rubbed her breasts. "And this is my tit, and this is my other tit. Now let's get to it!" Joanna heard some scuffling noises and then saw the three men stride into her field of view, each stripped naked and sporting medium-sized hard-ons. She was surprised to realize they looked even dirtier with their clothes off, and for a second or two she regretted goading Stephanie into it. Then she remembered what the young girl had done to her husband, and settled in to watch the fun. "One ground rule," Stephanie was saying as Larry knelt to shove his cock into her pussy and the other two opened their mouths to gobble up her tits. "No kissing on the mouth." One of the Darryls whispered something in Larry's ear, and the spokesman paused with his cock just at the opening of Stephanie's cunt. "Darryl wants to know, do you mean him kissing Darryl, or you?" Joanna choked back a laugh as Stephanie shouted "Neither!" Without further talk, the foursome launched into a blistering series of sex acts. As Joanna watched from her vantage point, one after another the men slammed their cocks into the young girl's slit and spewed their cum deep inside her. She refused to suck their dicks, and had to struggle a bit when one of the Darryls tried to shove his shaft up her asshole. Even without that, Stephanie was clearly the worse for wear when it was all over. Her normally perfect hair was a mass of tangles and her makeup was smeared and runny. Joanna stared at the bedraggled sight so intently that she almost didn't realize that it was all over until one of the men backed up against the door as he was putting on his pants. She had to dash into her room and slip behind the door to avoid their eyes as Larry, Darryl and Darryl thumped down the stairs and out of the inn. Just a couple of minutes after that, to Joanna's astonishment, she looked out and saw Stephanie leaving her room -- again looking perfect, hair combed just so, makeup all in place. The older woman stepped out of her room. "Stephanie! How did you do that?" "I just spread my legs and let them come on in, Joanna, what do you think?" Though she looked perfect, there was a slight haziness in Stephanie's voice. "I don't mean that," Joanna said. "I mean how did you clean yourself up so fast?" She sniffed the air. "And you even smell nice! I'd expect you to smell of cum and old, dead animals after what you've been through." Stephanie showed her bright, gleaming teeth. "Oh, Joanna, you poor thing. We Vanderkellens NEVER sweat, and we never give off odors. Really, Joanna, you should know better." Another time, Joanna would have been put off by her vanity, but now it somehow seemed just the right personality to fit her body. She didn't even mind when the maid went on. "And I think I've proved my point, Joanna." "Which was?" "That men prefer a young, perky body like mine. Even men like -- like those three. And don't think I don't know what you did, Joanna -- daring me like that when you knew they were coming over!" Joanna laughed and slipped a hand around Stephanie's shoulder. "You're right, I did set you up. But I'm not so sure you've proved your point. Tell you what, Stephanie, I'll make you another bet." "Another bet? And who will I have to bed this time?" "This time the bet's on me," Joanna said, ignoring the question. "I'll bet you that I can seduce the last person in the world you'd ever think would go to bed with me." "The last -- who, Joanna?" "You'll see -- in fact, I'll make sure you do. You hide in the closet in our room, and watch what happens." Shortly thereafter Stephanie was nestled between two of Dick's heavy overcoats, peering through the narrow slit of the closet doors. Joanna, meanwhile, slipped into the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged. Instead of her old around- the-house clothes, she had on a lacy red peignoir, so sheer as to be almost transparent. Clearly visible underneath were a dark red bra straining to hold in her massive tits and a silky bikini brief -- little more than two small triangles of material with spaghetti-thin strips on the sides. Even without high heels, Joanna's legs looked miles long, and the curves of her body through the misty red garment were lush and inviting. Joanna crawled onto the bed, her breasts hanging down as she faced the closet. "Can you see all right, Stephanie?" The young girl's voice, muffled slightly, called out that she could see just fine but wanted to know when the action would start. "In just a little while," Joanna said. "So what do you think of my outfit? Think it'll work?" Another muffled response. "I can't quite hear you, dear. Why don't you come a little closer? There's no one else here yet." Stephanie's face appeared between the closet doors. "I said, you do look quite attractive in that, Joanna." She frowned slightly. "More than I would have imagined. I think I've been underestimating you a bit." Joanna grinned and stroked her body. "So it's not too bad for an old broad, is it?" "No, not at all!" Stephanie seemed surprised at her own enthusiasm. She started to withdraw back into the closet. "Don't go yet," Joanna said. "Keep me company until -- you know." As she spoke, the older woman slid her long legs around until her feet were dangling over the end of the bed closest to the closet and she was sitting up. She raised her knees up and hugged them to herself. "I don't know, Joanna," Stephanie said, a hint of petulance in her voice. "Just what is going to happen?" The older woman smiled -- a little smile to Stephanie but a big one in her mind. "What do you think? Someone's going to come and make love to me!" Joanna turned sideways, stretching out her long legs. "Someone's going to caress me like this." She slid her hands up and down the smooth skin, from hips to ankles. "And then someone's going to take off my peignoir." She pulled the wispy garment off and let it drop to the floor. Joanna snuck a peek at Stephanie; the young girl had taken a step half out of the closet. "And someone's going to take off my bra." She unhooked the clasp and tossed the bra aside. Her breasts hung down full, the nipples already fully erect. Joanna heard a small gasp from the closet. "And someone will caress my breasts, and lick them, and suck on them." She squeezed her tits with the sides of her arms and then stroked them, drawing her finger in slow circles that ended up on the tip of each nipple. There was a rustling noise in the closet. "Yes, someone will make love to my breasts. Slow, passionate love. And we'll kiss, deep, hot, wet kisses that last for days. And we'll roll around on the bed." Joanna fell onto her back, spreading her legs wide and pointing her crotch toward the closet as she stroked and rubbed herself all over. She heard low moans coming from the young maid. "And then, do you know what, Stephanie? Then I'll slip off my panties, just like this." She rolled the skimpy panties down her legs slowly and kicked them off. Falling again onto her back, Joanna pointed her knees to the ceiling and began to pet her silky bush and finger her already lubricated slit. "And we'll make love. Passionate love. Hard, hot, driving sex." She picked up the tempo of her fingers, slipping them inside her and beginning to push them in and out, faster and faster. "Harder, harder!" Her hips began to bounce up and down in time with her fingers. "Oh, god, Joanna!" Stephanie cried out from the closet. "You're making me so hot! When will it start?" Joanna smiled broadly and slipped her fingers out of her twat. "Very, very soon," she said, getting off the bed and walking over to the closet. When she opened the doors quickly, she caught Stephanie with one hand still buried in her own cunt. "Sooner than you can imagine," Joanna said, quietly now. She reached down and pulled Stephanie's hand up. Staring straight into the young girl's eyes, Joanna took Stephanie's hand up to her lips and began to lick at it. She took each finger into her mouth, sucking at them so hard her cheeks hollowed. "Joanna!" Stephanie's mouth fell open. The older woman brought the young girl's hand down, sliding it over her large breasts and flat stomach, until it was brushing her cunt. Then she took her own hand, still wet with her pussy juices, and pressed it to Stephanie's lips. "Oh, Joanna," Stephanie whispered, and began to lick. Imitating Joanna, she took the older woman's hand in hers and sucked the fingers in one by one. Gently, Joanna pulled her hand away at last and took a step forward. She bent her head down and pressed her lips to Stephanie's, savoring the taste of the mingled fluids. The young girl still was shy at first, but Joanna pressed on, opening her mouth and using her hot tongue to tease Stephanie's lips until they opened to her probing. Before long Stephanie and Joanna were locked in a tight embrace, their mouths crushed together as their hands explored each other's holes. Slowly, step by step, Joanna pulled Stephanie out of the closet and toward the bed. When the backs of her legs brushed against the downy quilt Joanna broke their embrace and sat down, crawling back until her head was against the pillows, opening her legs wide. "Joanna, I never..." Stephanie whispered. The older woman shushed her. "You're a little over dressed," Joanna said with a smile. Even as she spoke, Stephanie was unbuttoning her blouse. Soon her clothes were tumbled in a heap on the floor and the young girl, stark naked, was crawling across the big bed toward Joanna. They kissed again, Stephanie's small, firm breasts rubbing against Joanna's big, pillowy tits, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Then Stephanie slid down and began to kiss and suckle the massive mammaries. Joanna sighed. "Yes," she said, "just like I said. Make love to them, Stephanie. Slow, passionate love." Stephanie took her time, savoring every square inch of Joanna's lushness. Before long the older woman felt herself beginning to melt and she pushed Stephanie down, down, down, until the young girl's mouth was hovering over her cunt. She thrilled at the first touch of Stephanie's wet tongue, sliding along the musky folds. "Oh, god, yes," Joanna moaned, pressing the girl's head down onto her. "Harder, Stephanie, harder!" And then, with a loud, deep groan, Joanna felt her body flood with an incredible orgasm just as the maid's tongue slid between her pussy lips and into her soaking wet tunnel. Stephanie seemed stunned by the immediate reaction and started to pull away, but Joanna closed her thighs around the young girl's head, refusing to let her up. "Don't stop," she insisted, as the tremors of her passion raced up and down her body. Stephanie went back to work, driving her tongue deep into Joanna's womanhood, while a gush of fluids coated her face and soaked into the mattress. Joanna slipped her own hand down to her cunt, rolling her sensitive clit around between her fingers while the maid ministered to her pussy. A second orgasm followed quickly on the first. This one was so violent that Joanna's body was thrown up into the air again and again, and when it ended she was too weak to move. Stephanie slid back up the older woman's sweaty body and planted a few delicate kisses on her lips. Joanna would have been content to just lie there, but she felt an obligation to her young lover. Before long Stephanie was squatting astride the older woman's face, lowering her cunt to an already searching tongue. Even the young girl's musk was flowery, Joanna thought, as she licked the smooth skin on the inside of Stephanie's thighs, working her way closer and closer to the hot, wet center. And then she was inside, her tongue driving between Stephanie's tight folds and plunging into her cunt. Joanna's hands reached up and sought out the firm breasts, squeezing them passionately as she continued to lap up the young girl's juices. In time Joanna felt her strength returning and she began to buck her hips up at the empty air, feeling a longing in her loins. Stephanie turned her head back and saw. She pivoted, keeping her cunt poised above Joanna's probing tongue, and bent down until her breasts hung down onto the older woman's heaving stomach. When Stephanie again put her tongue to Joanna's pussy, the older woman felt an electric shock race through every nerve. The two women buried their tongues in each other, their hands sinking into the soft flesh of their buttocks, pleasuring each other over and over. Feeling her own orgasm near, Joanna slid away from Stephanie's mouth, hoping to prolong the joyful agony a bit longer. Their slick bodies slid easily over each other as they grappled on the bed, the sheets and quilt tangling beneath them, pillows tumbling to the floor. In time they found themselves face to face again, hugging tightly, pressing passionate kisses onto each other's breasts, neck, lips. And then Joanna could stand it no longer. She entwined her legs with Stephanie's and began to hump against the young girl's cunt, desperately shoving her own hot pussy against the maid's crotch. It wasn't enough. Soon they were scissored together, Joanna with her head at the top of the bed, Stephanie's head at its foot, their cunts pressed tightly together. Joanna's fingers sought out and buried themselves in Stephanie's tight twat just as the young girl pressed her fingers into Joanna's opening. By now their moans were echoing off the walls as they drew nearer and nearer to what Joanna was sure would be colossal orgasms. Faster and faster they prodded each other until at last a blaze of white-hot passion burst in Joanna's groin and spread quickly through her entire body. She felt each muscle fiber contract, paralyzing her body, and then let go, and then contract again, a cycle repeated hundreds of times as the seconds flew past. Vaguely she was aware of Stephanie launching into her own orgasm, all flailing legs and whirling arms and loud, shrieking cries. To Joanna's surprise, she found herself joining in the shouts. She had never thought of herself as a screamer before, but she felt loud bellows being wrung from her. So caught up was she in her passion that she didn't hear the door to the room open, and it took several repetitions before she could puzzle out the words of the person who was now standing in the doorway. "Joanna! Stephanie! I heard the screams and I was afraid -- I was -- oh, my!" The speaker began to back out, but Joanna raised a hand, palm out. Then she looked down at Stephanie, who smiled and nodded. Joanna turned her hand around, curling the fingers toward herself in a beckoning gesture. "Come here, George," she said in a husky whisper. ===================== NEWHART The Made Maid By Uncle Mike -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----