Message-ID: <24157asstr$958475402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <381990716.958458272846.JavaMail.root@web127-wra.mail.com> From: Craig Counts CC: craigec@freewwweb.com Disposition-Notification-To: craigec1@juno.com Subject: {ASSM} Katherine Comes Home pt 1/2 F/M rom caution Date: Tue, 16 May 2000 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar story submital <1st attachment, "Katherine_home_1.txt" begin> Katherine Comes Home by CraigC PART I Prelude ----------- Steve was in trouble. It was Monday morning about a half an hour after daylight. Driving his pet car down a almost deserted mountain country road was one of his favorite activities. Steve owned a contracting company and lived in a condo in the trendy Buckhead section of Atlanta. His company was happily building office buildings and shopping centers for all the immigrants that were swarming like honey bees around Atlanta's vibrant economy. He had a couple of close friends around the city. They could meet and hang out, discuss life, maybe get laid. His company practically ran itself. He had hired good employees that were gradually buying him out through stock option bonuses and retirement plans. He handled most of the business by telephone and e-mail. Steve thought Atlanta was an enormous cash cow mooing and bawling to be milked. He cruised along a sharply rolling twelve mile stretch of arrow straight highway that vaguely followed the edge of the mountain, past occasional glimpses, over the cliff-wall, of the valley below, past occaisional driveways leading to homestead clearings. He was also indulging in one of the most dangerous activities known to humanity, thinking. The terrain was almost perfectly divided: stunted pine trees, rocks and cacti on one side of the road, old growth Southern forrest on the other. The human habitations followed form, 'mountain retreats' on one side, small farms on the other. Steve owned a small farm nestled under the rim of the Cumberland Plateau. His house was hidden by a hill from the sprawl caused by all the immigrants that were swarming like locusts around Atlanta's noise and congestion. He had a couple of close friends around the country. They could meet and hang out, discuss life, maybe get laid. His farm presently required little attention. His dog kept most of the critters out of the house, and visited the neighbors if Steve wasn't there at breakfast time. In late May, all he had to do was pray for the right amount of rain. Steve thought Atlanta was a cancer eating the guts out of the land he loved. Steve knew he should be at work. Steve knew he had nothing that he really needed to do. Elisabeth's House ---------------- Summoned by an early morning phone call from Elisabeth, one of his closest friends, to 'do a little favor for me', Steve had been happy for the distraction. He had been in a terrible mood lately. As Steve pulled into Elisabeth's driveway, he admired the shiny new Miata parked there. 'Pretty, but pretty useless', he thought. Examining the shiny red paint and black leather interior, he walked around the car. 'Dealer tag, auto tranny makes it a sissy car, fifty two miles on the clock, nearly a virgin, I wonder who's this is?' Walking into the house, Steve thought he found the answer. "Hi, Katherine, nice car. Morning, Elisabeth", He greeted the two lovely women seated at the kitchen table. Katherine and Elisabeth were related in some way that Steve had never deciphered. They called each other cousins. They had been best friends forever, and lovers since they figured out how. Elisabeth was married to Adam. Steve and Adam had been best friends forever, and lovers since they had figured out how. "It's not mine it's her's!", Katherine giggled. "Isn't that the most adorable piece of useless fluff you've ever seen!" "It's only purpose is to be pretty", Elisabeth proclaimed rising to pour Steve a glass of iced tea. "More, Cuz?", she offered. "No thanks, I'm fine", Katherine declined. "I agree, Katherine, it's definitely fluff and definitely useless", Steve grinned. "WHAT do you call that monster sitting in my driveway anyway?", Elisabeth accused. "That's different!, She sings to me!", Steve defended. Katherine laughed at the friendly banter. She knew that Steve and Elisabeth had been lovers for years. They slipped into casual teasing like a favorite flannel shirt. Steve, Katherine, Elisabeth and Adam had spent a long weekend, two weeks earlier, at Steve's condo apartment, engaged in happy four way sex play, pausing only long enough to attend Katherine's Friday night shift at the club where she worked, answer the door for the take out delivery driver, and sleep. It was the first time Katherine and Steve had spent any time together since a disastrous teen aged romance. Both had done their best to be as impressive as possible. Both Katherine and Steve had spent the weekend pretending that it was just sex, it didn't mean anything special. Both had since been cascading Elisabeth with questions about the other. Elisabeth had enjoyed tormenting the two, but she deeply loved both of them and now was time to end their suffering. Just one more little twist ... "It's my city car and it needs a city tag, so be a good boy and go get me a Fulton County Tag", Elisabeth commanded, solemn faced. "Anyway it's not mine it's yours", she explained, handing Steve a sheaf of paperwork, with a title application on top made out in Steve's company's name on top. "Besides, Katherine needs to go by her place and pick up a few things, so she can ride along if she can stand to get in that death trap", she finished. She thought, 'They are so cute! Just like a couple of teenagers. I would love to be able to watch all of this.' "You are a devious little bitch, you're up to something", Steve accused. "Yes, but I'm your devious little bitch, and you love it!", Elisabeth grinned, needing no defense. "Can I ride in your fast car, Mister? Huh? Puh-leez!", Katherine laughed. ************* Road Trip ---------------- The drive to Atlanta took about two hours, without doing serious damage to traffic laws. The 'Redneck Rocket', a highly modified '68 Mustang, rumbled at a level barely legal; the racing transmission whined in complaint. Conversation at anything less than a yell was impossible. Of course, Steve roared through a favorite stretch of mountain road to Katherine's grinning approval. Strapped tightly into her five-point seat belts, Katherine shyly watched Steve's practiced driver's motions, his mouth opening and closing, almost rhythmically, with an occasional flash of teeth or tongue. 'He's talking to the car', she thought. 'That is too cute!' 'Just what I always wanted in a man', Katherine thought. 'If I hadn't been too stupid to swallow some silly little schoolgirl pride, I probably could've had him forever. STUPID!' The driver directed his band, gleefully thrashing through the gears, heel and toe braking, working the throttle, clutch, brake, gear shift, and steering wheel. The Rocket sang sweetly, up and down the RPM's, on and off throttle, tires and tranny swapping lead vocals. She was heavy metal Detroit iron. "Six Flags ain't got nothing on this baby!, Harder!, Faster!", Katherine applauded after a particularly thrilling hump, dip, curve, and rise combination. "Just don't ask for deeper, baby!, This is all I've got!", Steve laughed, slowing to an almost respectable pace. There was likely some traffic ahead. Steve been driving what he considered to be about seven-tenths of his car and driver combination potential. Steve didn't want to harm anyone through overly exuberant playfulness. Especially not his beautiful passenger. He occasionally glanced at Katherine, a few escaping strands of her tied back wavy, long, light brown hair waving in the wind, full breasts squeezed and thrust forward by the shoulder straps ('That's got to chafe, need to do something about that'), inquisitive nipples trying to peek through her bra and shirt, hands occasionally waving as she cheered him on. Her lips were moving, singing some unheard song, one long tanned leg counting time. 'That's a hell of a woman', Steve thought. 'If I hadn't been thinking with the little head that ONE time, she would probably be mine. IDIOT!' ***************** Restaurant Patio -------------------------- After purchasing Miata tags in almost record time for dealing with government foolishness, the couple decided to wait out the noon time rush hour at a bar/restaurant convenient to both of their Buckhead condos. Seated at their table, the couple placed drink orders. Knowing the size of the crowd that would soon be arriving, the couple ordered half-pitchers, iced tea for the driver, draft beer for the passenger. Not wanting unnecessary distraction, Katherine told the smiling waitress, "I think we can go ahead and order now". Glancing at Steve for approval, hoping she hadn't been 'too uppity', "I'll take the special", she announced. "The same", Steve agreed. Katherine had no idea what the special was. Steve had no idea what he had ordered at all. "You don't drink and drive", Katherine opened conversation. "That's cool." "I don't really drink at all, except toasts at weddings and similar occasions", Steve replied. "I had some trouble with all that kind of stuff a few years back." "Oh..", Katherine answered, immediately swearing of alcohol and drugs forever. Steve, mouth glued shut, said nothing. His brain gibbered: 'I haven't felt like this since I was fifteen and trying to get ol' whatsername to... SHUT UP YOU, SHE'S TALKING!' "I really enjoyed the other weekend", Katherine almost whispered, secretly surprised at her shy embarrassment. "I did too", Steve replied sipping his drink. "Elisabeth really liked the show. She said she would like to try dancing naked herself, but she thought having pussy juice dripping on the stage would be in bad taste". "We are wearing shoes and jewelry, so we are NOT naked, thank you very much", Katherine proclaimed. "Besides, that's what baby powder is for." "Adam said he's gonna bring his buddy Chastity down one night", Steve chuckled. "I heard about her, she sounds like quite a handful", Katherine smiled, recalling Adam's description of Chastity as 'a blond Xena on steroids with Dolly Parton's tits and a foot taller'. "Oh, she is!", Steve grinned. "She took me hostage one weekend and it was", he paused dramatically, clasped his hands to his cheek and sighed, "a memorable experience". "I bet it was!", Katherine laughed, then sobered slightly as the waitron arrived with their orders. The patio was rapidly filling with customers. Soon patrons would be standing, waiting for tables, but she felt an invisible curtain of solitude surround her and this man. The thought that her favorite girlfriend and another fine man was included in this package was too delicious for words. 'Mother, I want that one!', Katherine thought. 'Don't blow it girl!' "About Vicky...", She opened. "Yes?", he replied, cautious and embarrassed. Victoria was Katherine's younger sister. Steve and Katherine had dated years earlier when they had worked together, soon after High School. One morning after work and going to Katherine's house, her parents gone somewhere, Katherine went to sleep. Steve stayed up. Victoria was wide awake. Sad story. 'Idiot!', Steve thought. "If you'll forgive me, I'll forgive you", Katherine offered. "For what!", Steve exploded, surprised. Rapidly he rescanned the statement: Wrong answer. Retreating, desperate for damage control,"I mean..", clearing his throat, "I mean what do you have to forgive me for? You had every reason to be mad." "That was a terrible thing to do to you, anybody that thinks they are in a monogamous relationship that finds out that their partner is cheating would feel the same, and probably do the same as you did", he said, praying that he had actually said what he meant. Katherine laughed at Steve's guilty shocked expression. 'Those are the deepest gray eyes, I could fall inside and stay there forever', she thought. Fidgeting with her napkin, she plunged, "I was such a silly little bitch, I knew that you were fucking Elisabeth every chance you got." Pausing to catch her breath, "she told me about you three together, and I was so jealous." Glancing up she continued, "I knew perfectly well what a horny sixteen year old girl and a eighteen year old boy will do, if the girl is determined." Katherine paused, explaining, "What really pissed me off is that she went right to school and told all the girls that you had a dick bigger than her pony's. One of her girlfriends called and woke me up with the news." "It's not that big", Steve laughed, relieved. He recalled an enraged Katherine shaking her finger in his face and declaring, "I'll shoot your sorry BUTT if you EVER come within a half a mile of me EVER AGAIN!". He had believed her. "It's perfectly adequate, I'll have you know. It's the biggest she'd seen at the time, and I don't know how many she's seen since", Katherine explained. "She's still single, I bet she's still looking", she giggled. During their conversation, the two were gradually leaning closer. Now their hair touched; their shoulders touched; electrical currents met and merged Steve had an excellent view of Katherine's 'huge titties' barely restrained by her bra and thin tank top, slowly heaving, proud nipples protruding. He desperately wanted to lick the sweat-pearl, brought on by the late May and situational heat, slowly creeping towards the warm valley below. Shaking his head, Steve grabbed his drink and chugged the contents, half-melted ice and all. His erection was throbbing, determined. Glancing at the sparkling blue eyes, cute little upturned nose, and light brown hair surrounding a wickedly upraised eyebrow and a knowing smirk, he blinked his eyes and took a deep breath. He turned away from the abyss. Glancing idly at the other diners, pedestrians, and street traffic, he considered. He turned back and met her eyes. Steve leapt. Head first. "I'm gonna fuck you silly, very soon", he promised. "Come into my parlor, Mr. Fly", she smiled. "Anything you want, Miss Spider", he gasped. "If you kissed me now you'd do it right her in the floor in front of God and everybody", she grinned. "I really do need to pick up a few things, lets go to my place." "Give me a few minutes. No way am I standing up right now", he pleaded. She smirked, wicked eyebrow rising. "I have orders to give this to you, at some time in this conversation", Katherine smiled, passing him a sealed envelope addressed to 'Steve' in Elisabeth's unmistakable scrawl. Relieved at something, anything to do he opened the note and read: Steve, Hi, hope you're having a good time. You do the right thing, you know you want to. I've filled Katherine in on everything she needs to know, so don't waste too much time talking. Love Always, Elisabeth PS.: If you chicken out, and I know you won't, you are dead meat. PPS: Yes I am! And you love it! Laughing, Steve returned the note to Katherine, while standing and looking around for the wait-person. He had no idea which one to look for. He was rescued by an angel in the form of a smiling waitress bringing the check Distracted, he slipped some cash from his pocket. 'There!, two twenties, surely that's enough', he thought. "Have a nice day", he smiled at the waitress. "Keep the change", he placed the bills on the change tray. "I'm sure y'all will!", the waitress grinned, walking away. "Do you know you tipped her over double?", Katherine whispered, hugging his arm. "It's worth it", He whispered back, nose in her hair, drowning in her aroma. "It'd be better if you didn't touch me right now." Katherine giggled and walked toward the exit, firm ass making an absolutely adorable figure-eight motion. 'Eyes up, Mister', he told himself, following. 'Get us to her place in one piece please!', he prayed. *********** Katherine's condo ---------------------------- Safely inside locked doors, they embraced softly, at first, and they kissed tenderly, at first. They drew back slightly, eyes meeting, moving closer. Noses touched. Heads tilted. Lips met and parted. Tongues, searched and met, and slithered aside finding strange and wondrous teeth and gums and other tongues, and retreated. The kiss broke. She tilted her head back, then leaned in to an enticing earlobe, licking, sucking. Drowning his manly scent, she whispered, "I want to suck your dick". At the same time he unclasped her hair, and brought a handful over his face. Turning in to a tender ear, he gently licked. Drowning in her womanly aroma, he whispered, "I want to lick your pussy". Easing back, startled by the synchronization, they gazed into each others eyes. They blinked. "First one naked gets to go first", he challenged. "Sure", she accepted. "Go!" Katherine kicked off her sandals. She ripped open her shorts. Thumbs in panty waist she shucked both garments down to her ankles. She lifted one leg to step out of her shorts, but tangled and tripped. She fell hard on her ass. Never surrendering, she ripped off the damnable shorts with one hand, her shirt with the other. She glanced up. Steve was standing expressionless, except for gray eyes flashing, naked, arms akimbo, rampant cock bobbing, beckoning. 'I wanted it so bad!', Katherine thought. As she stood, she glanced at his feet. Slowing, she removed her bra. Remembering, she took off her watch. She smirked, wicked eyebrow rising. "Sit right there, Mister!", Katherine commanded, pointing to the couch. "You, Sir, still have your socks on!" Steve , sheepish, complied. Katherine kneeled between his knees, hugging and lifting his right leg. As she kissed inside his thigh, just above his knee, she removed his sock, and nibbled, kissed, and licked up his thigh closer and closer to her final destination. "A hot stud like you will never have to wear socks to my bed", she whispered, kissing the base of his dick, then licking up all the way to his cum-slit. "I'll keep you all warm", wet and warm mouth sliding. "So pretty", she whispered, cool breath blowing. Steve shivered and groaned. She moved to the other leg, kissing, lifting, sock off. Nibbling, licking, kissing, she moved closer and closer. "I'm not gonna last very long", he moaned, intertwining his fingers in her hair, and stroking her head, her cheeks, her neck, her ears, her eyebrows, her nose, her lips, over and over, and repeating. "Please don't", she whispered, enveloping one ball, then the other. She wet a finger and sent it searching, tickling and probing up his ass, then retreating. She licked up his dick, blew, and lubricating her finger with pre-cum, sent her finger exploring, probing and entering. Swallowing his cock, all the way to the base, then retreating, she tickled under the head. Applying a little suction, she started bobbing her head, tongue tickling, at first gently down, then up. Her expert finger probed his ass, wiggling, in and out, pushing up under the base of his manhood. Relentless, she bobbed her head, tongue tickling, faster and faster, while sucking harder and harder. Her desperate finger, trying to get all the way inside him, wiggled, probing in and out. His seed shot against the back of her throat. He tightened his fists in her hair as he thrust his dick up desperately, trying to get all the way inside her. Cheeks bulging, she absorbed his explosion. Determined to capture all his precious man-juice, she swallowed as he spurted, over and over. None could be allowed to escape. "I love you", Steve moaned, unclenching his fists, relaxing, and stroking. Reconsidering, 'Damn, don't scare her off!', he fretted She shivered, licked, trembled, cleaning, quivered, searching for escapees. She captured an unnoticed puddle in his navel. 'Mother, help me', she prayed, afraid to speak. 'Please let it last! Please!' 'She's awfully quiet', Steve realized, rousing from his post-orgasmic stupor. Idly petting the back of Katherine's head and neck. She was motionless, face buried in his groin, except for one hand idly stroking his stomach. 'Wonder what's up?' "What are you doing, sugar?', he inquired. "Trying not to move", a helpless little girl voice. Steve panicked, 'oh no!, I'm about to have a crying woman on my hands!'. He had always felt helpless around crying women, nothing he had ever done had ever seemed to help. "Why are you trying not to move?", he asked, clueless. "Because I'm so happy", she squeaked. Steve, who was beyond clueless, remained silent. She looked up, eyes wide and glassy, and met his eyes, and then she smiled. She scrambled up to straddle his lap. Planting a wet smacking kiss on his lips, she nestled her head on his shoulder. "I am so happy", Katherine announced. Steve, relieved, agreed. "While we were driving down, and you were really tossing your car around, I was having this fantasy about riding a dragon off to fight the evil wizards.", she was idly fingering his few chest hairs. He had a few more than she remembered, but not many. "I mean, there I was strapped to who knows how many horsepower, with my tits stuck out to there..., it was great", she sighed and giggled, touching his nipple, then squeezing it, pushing it, and admiring as it pushed back erect. "I thought you were up to something, singing and cracking your whip", Steve replied, chuckling, and examining an excellent tit specimen for seat belt burns and finding an expressive nipple that required further investigation. "It looked sort of uncomfortable for your tits to be squeezed like that", he offered, kissing her nipple, "anyway The Rocket's got six hundred odd horses, but she's really built for torque. You don't have to toss her around, you just sort of guide the sweet little bitch. She was just cantering today, you ought to see her when she runs!" Katherine laughed, and jumped up, announcing, "I'm gonna get a shower and get my things together. You better get up too, you've got something to do." "What's that?", Steve asked, confused and amused. She smirked, wicked eyebrow rising. "Take me to your mountain lair and eat me, Mr. Dragon!", she scampered, chortling into her bedroom, singing softly, "I'm gonna ride my Dragon, and we'll go so high, and we'll go up in the clouds, and we'll swoop down so ... ********* Steve's House ----------------------- Rolling down Steve's long driveway, the couple was met by Blue, Steve's dog, who loped happily along, beside the car, ears and tongue waving hello. After introducing his friends, Steve opened the front door. Blue patrolled the house, making sure that everything in his territory was in accordance with Blue's standards. Returning to his yard, Blue spotted a misbehaving squirrel eating an acorn. "Rooo!", Blue scolded, charging the miscreant. The squirrel retreated up a tree, where he belonged. Blue scampered off, returning to his dog duty. "He's a nice dog", Katherine observed. Smiling at Blue's antics, she fondly remembered her parents household pets. 'The dogs protected us as much as Mom and Dad', she thought. Steve sat in his favorite porch chair: almost a recliner, almost wide enough for two side by side, firmly padded. Pulling Katherine into his lap, wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling her neck. She sighed. "Blue's a good dog", he agreed. "I'm gonna have to get him a mate soon, so he can raise some pups before he's too old", Steve doubled his bet, praying that he had said the right thing. Elisabeth had informed Steve that Katherine had "saved up enough to retire to the country and raise babies and kittens and puppies and anything else that needs raising." Besides, Blue was a good dog and deserved to be King Dog as long he was able, before retiring to rest by the fire. If Blue was going to be a family dog, then he needed to act soon. It was decision time. For both of them. "He's a hard worker, I'm sure he'd like a family to look out for." Katherine continued, hoping it was also true of the man. She had another problem, a minor irritation really, but the solution to this problem had some delightful possibilities, the solution to the other was going to take some work. During the drive back from Atlanta, Steve, at Katherine's encouragement, had let The Rocket 'run a bit'. Not as fast as possible, the thought of risking 'hanging over the edge by fingernails and asshole' with his precious cargo over treacherous mountain roads made Steve shudder. But close to nine tenths. The seat belt shoulder straps had chafed a bit, and her bra was continuing the irritation. Besides, Katherine was an exhibitionist by profession and inclination. The thought of being outdoors was additional spice. 'Nothing like some good sex to hide problems behind', she thought, smiling. "I've got to get out of this damn bra!", she announced. Standing then shedding top garments, then considering, the bottom. She examined one damaged area, "not too bad, it'll be ok by tomorrow. It's already better being out in the air." The other, the same. She stood between his knees, swaying, touching this knee, that knee. "You had me so bemused when we left your place that I forgot to suggest some more padding. Sorry", Steve apologized. "I'll fix you some belts as soon as I can." Steve was already figuring stress angles, a happy wizard muttering mechanical incantations, until he remembered, today he wasn't a wizard, he was a dragon. She had spoken. "Oh, don't worry, anyway, I was into the bondage thing. It was fun on the way down, but coming back was definitely 'harder and faster'", Katherine smiled. "You like that kind of stuff?", Steve asked. He could and had play any sex-play role that didn't cause real damage, but he really wasn't a S&M or B&D guy. Steve instantly knew that whatever this woman liked, he loved. "No not really, in any kind of organized way", she said. "There's something wrong here, Mr. Man, you have too many clothes on." Problem quickly remedied, they embraced, and kissed. He released her hair, fluffing, intertwining, massaging. Breaking the kiss, nuzzling in her hair, licking her ear, he whispered, "I want to say, 'Princess your throne awaits you', from the Court Dragon, but the bugs are going to be out in a few minutes. Lets go to the bedroom" She giggled, "I remember the last time I was naked in the woods with you, we got chiggers, but anyway, lets stay out here for as long as we can." Forcing him back down on his chair, and straddling his lap, she said, "besides, I've heard about this chair and want to try it out for a few minutes." Hands on his shoulders, she brushed her nipples across his chest, back and forth, swaying. Steve had built this chair specifically to have sex in, with Elisabeth's exuberant help in design and testing. Elisabeth, previously had informed Katherine, that if she got the opportunity, Katherine should 'try out my chair'. She felt his erection growing, searching, entering, expanding. "Oh, my!", she gasped. Her body shivered, trembling, in waves. His embrace protected her. 'Exquisite, simply adorable', Steve thought, feeling her vaginal walls clench, then ripple. "That's the second miracle of the day", she whispered, from the safe borough hidden in his chest. He thought he knew what the second miracle was, but, curious about the first, he inquired, "Pray, please explain the miracles, Princess." Kissing the top of her head, the caressing her body, exploring, comforting. "When you told me you loved me, I came", she peeked out. "Huh?", brilliant conversationalist. "Had an orgasm, creamed the carpet, with no help, just because you said you loved me", she scampered back in. "I thought you'd fingered yourself", He chuckled. Outrageously amused. "And just when could I have done that!?" She looked up, eyes flashing, "I had both hands on you the whole time!" "But, Princess, you have as many hands as you require. I wasn't really sure, but I thought you had your four handmaidens assisting", he laughed. "You are the most exasperating Dragon!", she proclaimed, sitting up, arching her back, moving, observing. 'He's still got his hair tied back, and I need to trim that mustache', Katherine thought, remodeling her territory. 'He always gets my hair loose, and I never get his. I will do better.' Katherine, a girl with a new toy, pulled the string, moving up and down, side to side, and around. Her soft fingers and hard nails were squeezing, caressing, and exploring She was watching, loving, and observing. Until she leaned forward, kissing an earlobe, blowing, to whisper. "I love you", Katherine proclaimed, conquering. Steve came. Volcanoes, geysers, flowing. "You are such a sweet Princess!", he moaned, basking, ... He felt a sting. Another. "Oh, shit! Hold on, Princess, the demons are attacking!", Steve shouted, squirming to his feet, Katherine attached. He rushed through the screen door, still inside her, slowly withdrawing. "My Hero!", Katherine laughed, lowering her legs, standing as he lowered her. They stood, face to face, noses touching, Blinking, catching breaths, they separated, slightly. Katherine glanced around at her first sight of the cabin interior. Large room, couch and love seat facing a fireplace, cabinet and counter wing separating a kitchen area, a computer desk. Bookcases were almost everywhere. 'Books! He's still a reader!, she discovered, 'Oh, he'll be so much fun!.' "I don't have that one yet!", she squealed, pointing to the paperback opened face down on the coffee table. "Yes you do, Katherine, as soon as you give me a few minutes to finish it", she could have his toothbrush, his dog, his car, but not his book, until he finished. "Oh, that's weeks away!", she pouted. "In the meantime, please tell me what you most want from a woman. Elisabeth never would tell me, even though I promised to be her slave forever. She only got me a few hours alone with you, and I want so desperately to.... Steve solved the puzzle. He laughed. Katherine gaped, shocked and confused. "That deceitful, scheming little bitch. Damn, I love her so much I'm gonna go back in time and drown her at birth", Steve, laughing, hysterical, collapsed on the couch. He sat up and announced, "Marvelous Princess, you and I, your faithful Dragon, have been victims of the most foul, dast..", he choked, breathed and recovered. "Dastardly plot. The Evil Witch of The Mountain has cast her evil spell on us!", he collapsed, laughing, gasping, chuckling. Standing, recovering, and facing her, Steve explained, "Precious Katherine, I've been bawling on Elisabeth's shoulder, several times previously, but for two weeks solid, over spilt milk." ********* END OF PART I Sunday, May 14, 2000 E-mail: craigec1@juno.com ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP) system due to inadequate formatting. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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