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The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual
relationships.  If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or
otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.*

*  *  *

*Kathy Carlson Part 3 of 9*

Copyright (c) 1993, 2001 by Morgan.  All Rights Reserved

Please note the original copyright date.  This story was
basically written eight years ago.  As a result, you will likely
find obsolete references.  I'm afraid you'll just have to live
with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and
greatest.

This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and in time parallels
_Allison_.  It's an illustration of the fact that stories -- and
characters -- often run away from their writers.  It's certainly
true in this one, if one wishes to compare Kathy Carlson's
position in this one compared to her appearance in _Allison_. 
Oh, well...

Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_.  The
reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a
word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my
intent.  Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold
face.  If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of
things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there.

More of my works are posted on my site <www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Morgan/www> 
If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at
<morg105829@aol.com.>  My books are now also posted on
<www.storiesonline.net>.

*  *  *

*Chapter 19*

At this point Ken Carlson asked Jerry if he could have the
microphone for a few moments.  The bandleader was startled but
immediately complied.  Having watched Jerry, Ken knew where to
hold it so he started right in.  "Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen.  First, on behalf of my wife, Kathy, and myself, I
want to thank you all for this warm tribute.  I would also like
to make a few remarks on the evening of one of the most
remarkable days of our lives.

"First, I would like to comment on the Trang sisters who you
heard about earlier.  You heard about the unspeakable tortures
these young women suffered.  I would like speak on behalf of my
men and myself.  You heard Jerry Smith a few moments ago tell
about a battle we were in when I was lucky enough to save his
life.  Well, the guy coming at him was a soldier -- an enemy
soldier, to be sure -- but just a guy trying to do his job. 
Unfortunately, warfare can be distinctly hazardous to one's
health -- and it was to his.  However, I was only doing my job
that day, too."

Ken's face hardened and his eyes took on a steely glint as he
continued, "With the Trangs, it was different.  That wasn't war!
That was plain torture, rape and murder.  Not only are they
recognized as crimes everywhere in the world, they are war
crimes, too.  Those butchers weren't soldiers; they were
murderers!  I will tell you now that my men and I enjoyed that
one.  We really did.  Of course, we regretted that we were unable
to arrive a few hours earlier.  If we had, we might have saved
more lives.  As it was, we saved two: in my opinion, the two
finest women in all of Vietnam.

"What we found in the square in the center of that small village
turned our stomachs.  We found the ruined bodies of over twenty
of their schoolmates: tortured, raped and ultimately killed.  The
bodies were just strewn around and left wherever they died.  We
found their mother's body lying over their father's.  My men,
assisted by the villagers, I hasten to add, buried the victims in
the church cemetery."  Looking at the two girls standing together
in the back he said, "Marie and Celeste, I think you both would
have been pleased.  Your parents are together in that churchyard
forever.  Your schoolmates were also decently buried with all of
the villagers gathered around their graves praying for the repose
of their souls."

Ken was grim as he continued, "However, as far as the murderers
were concerned, I decided we were going to save some money.  We
held a summary court martial -- a military tribunal, if you will
-- on the survivors.  The villagers testified, identifying
individuals with particularly savage acts and killings.  Sentence
was pronounced, the findings of the court were appealed and
upheld, and sentence was carried out.  You see, Marie and
Celeste, we found a use for the scaffold from which they
suspended and tortured you both.  The murderers were executed by
hanging from that frame."

Looking around the room, Ken said, "I'm sure some of you are
shocked by what I just told you.  It was not my intent to shock
you, but it was my intention to tell you what we faced and what
we did.  The reaction of my troops to the hangings?  It couldn't
happen to a nicer bunch of guys."

Now Ken's face softened and he smiled again at the Trang sisters.
 Addressing the crowd, he said, "I made a confession to my wife
last night.  Originally, I told her she was the first woman I had
ever slept with.  Yesterday, I confessed that it was not true. 
She was the third.  You see, on the night of that terrible day,
we were back in the jungle moving toward Allied lines.

"The two girls were lying on a tarp while I tried to treat their
tortured bodies.  That's when they recovered consciousness.  That
night, in spite of the open cuts crisscrossing their backs, they
insisted on sleeping with me -- or more accurately, on me. 
Moreover, they insisted that I hold them tight in spite of the
excruciating pain it had to be causing them.  Why?  There wasn't
one inch anywhere on their backs without an open whip cut on it.
Nevertheless, that's what they wanted, so that's what we did."

Looking around the room, he said, "The last word on these two
incredibly brave girls?  We walked 150 miles through the jungle
-- and they walked, too...  Barefoot!  When we arrived at the
Allied base, every footprint they left was bloody.  If you look
today, you will see that the soles of their feet still carry
terrible scars from that trek back, yet they never complained and
never slowed down.  I can't say enough about the bravery
displayed by these two young women."

Now he smiled.  It was one of the warmest smiles Kathy had ever
seen on his face as he said, "I will add one more point.  We --
Americans, citizens of the United States -- should be honored
that these girls have chosen to join us.  If we can continue to
attract people like this to our shores, our future as a nation is
assured!"

When the applause died down, Ken looked down and was surprised to
see the girls were now standing in front of him.  Marie reached
for the mike and said, "Thank you, Sir Ken."

She smiled warmly and said, "You see, my sister and I refer to
Mr. Carlson as Sir Ken, and his wife as Lady Kathy.  Why? 
Because he is so much like the knights errant we used to read
about who would ride alone righting wrongs and saving damsels in
distress... both of which applied in our case.

"Why did we come to the United States?  Where else would we go? 
Where else does there exist such unselfishness... such concern
for others?  But most important, there is only one Kenneth
Carlson and only one Lady Kathy.  Celeste and I determined that
America must be a wonderful place if it could produce people like
these."

Then with eyes downcast she said simply, "So here we are."  Then
she turned and whispered something to Jerry whose eyes widened,
but who then agreed quickly.  Turning back to the crowd she said,
"With your permission, my sister and I would like to sing a song
in thanksgiving."

Ken stepped aside, stunned.  Taking Kathy in his arms he
whispered, "Hon, I never knew these girls could sing a note.  I'm
almost certain no one has ever heard them sing."

Kathy replied very softly, "Darling, maybe they never felt like
singing before."

What followed was one of the most remarkable and beautiful duets
anyone had ever heard.  Not only did the girls have remarkable
voices, they were essentially identical, so the effect was that
of a solo with beautiful overtones.  Jerry gave the band the beat
and they played softly in accompaniment, _America theBeautiful._

The girls sang, "Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves
of grain..."  They sang the full three verses and no one present
had ever heard the song sung with greater passion or feeling. 
When they finished, there was a stunned silence in the large room
for a few moments, then a tremendous burst of applause and
cheering.  Without a word, the girls handed the mike back to Ken
and disappeared.

When the noise died down, Ken just shook his head and said, "I
guess the people who appreciate freedom the most are the ones who
have lost it, or who have never had it."

Then he smiled and said, "This is my wife Kathy, as most of you
already know.  I consider myself the luckiest man alive to have
her love and to have her as my wife.  Earlier, I said that today
was the most remarkable day of our life together.  You see, late
this afternoon, when we returned to our suite, Kathy dissolved
into tears.  She sat across my lap, held me tightly and cried her
eyes out.  Frankly, I didn't know what had happened.  Then I
realized that her whole body was trembling... with fear!"  Ken
shook his head and continued, "When she finally calmed down
enough to tell me what the matter was, I had the most terrible
sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach.  You see, I was
scared, too, and it was all I could do to try to hide my fear
from her."

With a wry smile, Ken said, "You may wonder what this idiot is
talking about.  I'm sure many of you are.  Before I tell you,
though, I want to set a context for you by just going back in
time from this evening only to last Saturday.

"First, today: This morning, Kathy went out on a golf course for
the first time in her life.  In fact, it was the first time she
had ever _seen_ a real golf course.  She shot a one-over-par 73.
Honest, she did.  In fairness, though, she had played a little
golf on one of those computer golf trainers.  However, as Jim
Conroy will attest, she didn't even know how to hold a golf club.
 In spite of the fact that her first tee shot -- ever -- was
about 200 yards.  Given the way she was holding the club, Jim was
amazed it even got off the tee.

"Second, Monday: Keep in mind, this is only Wednesday afternoon.
At any rate on Monday afternoon Kathy created the concept of a
$50-million business deal, sold the concept to the principals,
and prepared and executed the relevant contracts -- _In an
elapsed time, end to end, of fifty-five minutes!_

"Third, Saturday morning: We were working at a construction site
in downtown Los Angeles.  Why she was working there is another
story I won't bore you with.  Anyway, a crew of men were at the
bottom of a ten-foot-deep utility trench when signs of water
appeared where there should not have been any.  I got the men out
of the trench and called the foreman over.  He went down to look
and, just then, the side of the trench gave way under the weight
of sewer water.  You see, a main sewer line running parallel to
the trench had collapsed.

"When the trench wall gave way, the foreman's leg was snapped and
his foot was trapped between two shoring timbers.  Kathy comes
running, takes a look at what was by then only a narrow slit no
man could fit into, strips off her clothes and goes down into
this trench rapidly filling with sewer water.  She cuts his foot
free of his boot and then pulls the foot free.  Of course, the
whole trench could have collapsed and buried her alive.  She gets
him out and only seconds later it totally collapsed.

"Is she finished?  Not Kathy.  She gives mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation -- drawing sewer water out of the victim's lungs
with her mouth.  When he revives after such a long period of time
that many of the men were convinced he was already dead, she sets
his broken leg."

Ken looked around and saw Hank Wellington still standing in the
corner.  He said, "Yesterday, when we checked in, we met Hank
Wellington, the general manager.  We learned he is an
ex-paratrooper and once tried to set a trooper's broken leg.  He
told us how, with five big strong men pulling, they could not get
the bones back in alignment."  Looking around after pausing, Ken
said, "Well, Kathy did it... _by herself!_  She planted a bare
foot in the victim's crotch, held his foot and just pulled.  I
have never seen such muscles under strain as I saw last Saturday.
 Not only did she pull, but at the same time she kept an eye on
the alignment of the foot to the leg to be sure the bones would
mesh properly."

Ken shook his head and said, "I don't know how long she
maintained that incredible pressure, but I would guess at least
five minutes.  Finally, it moved and the bones lined up.  Then we
put the broken leg in a splint.  Is she finished yet?  Hell no! 
She supervises washing the sewer water off the victim, washing
his face and hair herself.  Keep in mind she's still naked and
covered with sewer slime all this time.  Then she supervises the
guys who hose her off."

Then Ken grinned broadly and asked, "What do you suppose happened
next?  Well, she looks around and the ambulance hasn't arrived
yet, so all we could do was wait. _Now_ she starts bawling like
her heart would break.  While I hold her tightly in my arms she's
telling me how scared and terrified she is."

Ken just shook his head and added, "You will note, please, that
she decides it's time to act like a weak woman _when there's
absolutely nothing more for anyone to do!"_  He shook his head
and added, "God!  I love this woman!"

Ken shook his head and said, "That's a little background on my
wife: a great athlete, a brilliant businesswoman and contract
lawyer, as well as incredibly strong and courageous, willing to
risk her life to help others.  Now, what is it that could
possibly terrify her?  For that matter, in light of everything
I've been through, what could terrify me?"  While he had been
speaking, Kathy had been standing in front of him.  In spite of
all the people present she had taken his right hand -- his left
hand was holding the mike -- and took advantage of the deep
cleavage in her dress to slip it inside to cup her bare breast.

"I'll tell you what it was," Ken said softly.  "It was the
prospect of motherhood.  You see, at lunch today, we learned just
a little of what it means to be a mother from probably the finest
mother in the world: Hank Conroy.  We heard from two of the most
remarkable young people we have ever met, Samantha and Tommy
Conroy.  What did we learn?  Well, we found out that Hank devotes
100 percent of her time, attention and love to her husband, Jim.
Then she focuses 50 percent on each of their four children."  Ken
just shook his head and said, "Yeah, I know.  It adds to 300
percent, doesn't it?  How can you spend 300 percent?"  Ken just
shrugged and said, "We don't know, either.  Why in hell do you
think we're so scared?"

He shook his head and said, "I can't even list the things that
Hank Conroy does for her family.  Her daughter, Sam, said it
best, I think, when she said her mother is the family's guiding
force and its pole star.  She maintains the direction while at
the same time giving herself in a thousand ways to each member of
the family."

Then he grinned and said, "I guess we did learn one thing about
living with kids, though: don't let them run things or get too
secure.  For example, Hank has occasionally advertised one or
another of the kids for sale, swap or trade.  Another thing I
learned from Jim is that instead of buying the children's
furniture, they rent it... by the week!"

With his face becoming more serious, Ken added, "Of course, you
don't want to overdo this insecurity stuff.  For example, Jim
told me that to make the kids feel all snugly and warm at
Christmas, in December they usually rent the furniture for _the
whole month!"_  At that the audience dissolved in laughter.

"Then we learned from one of the most remarkable young women in
the world how her mother is her best friend, confidante, advisor,
tutor, swimming buddy...  Hank is everything Samantha could ever
want her to be...  Most particularly including being available
for her at any time."

Ken shook his head and said, "I could go on and on and on, but I
won't.  Rather, I want you to know how we addressed the problem
of our fear.  The short answer is we didn't.  Well, if you can't
address the fear, what can you do?"  With a big grin, Ken said,
"Remember the wonderful Boston Irish political axiom: 'Don't get
mad; get even!'  Well that's what we decided to do.

"First of all, let me ask a question of all the women in the
audience who saw Hank dancing.  Her body is utterly perfect,
right?  Can you believe she has given birth to _four_ children? 
She has.  Can you believe that her oldest child, Samantha, is
_fourteen?_  In another year or two, they will look like
twins..."  Ken just shook his head and grimaced, saying, "And you
know something else?  In about five more years, Sam is going to
look like her mother's _older_ sister!"  Then with a grin he
continued, "Well, then, if the idea is to get even, how do we do
it?

"Well, honestly, with Kathy and me huddled together and trembling
with fear, I really don't remember whose idea it was.  But it
sort of works like this: You see, we learned that Jim's birthday
is a national holiday at the Conroy's, while each of the
children's birthdays is a major celebration.  Mom's birthday? 
Mother's day?  Wedding anniversaries?  They don't exist on the
Conroy calendar."

Now Ken's grin broadened.  "The next was Kathy's idea.  She
figured that the way Hank continues to look so young is _she
still thinks she's eighteen!_  Our guess is it was probably the
last birthday she celebrated.  So guess what?  Today we are
celebrating Hank Conroy's twenty-first birthday -- she gave birth
to Samantha when she was seven -- and the Conroy's fifteenth
wedding anniversary!"

Then he raised his hands to quell the applause that had started.
"Wait a minute!  We're not saying the dates are correct.  What we
are saying is that Hank Conroy sure in hell doesn't know what the
correct dates are, either!"

With that, Ken motioned to where the Trangs were waiting.  Each
carried a beautiful cake to the table while Ken and Kathy went
back to the table to join them.  A magnificent birthday cake with
twenty-one burning candles was placed in front of Hank and an
equally beautiful anniversary cake with fifteen candles was put
in front of Jim.  Hank looked up at Ken with her eyes dancing
with pleasure at the surprise.  After taking a deep breath, she
blew out all the candles, then, joining Jim, the two blew out the
ones on the anniversary cake, as well.  Meantime, the band was
playing _Happy Birthday_ and everyone was singing.

When they finished, there were the usual cries of "Speech! 
Speech!" from the crowd.

To Ken's surprise, Hank took the mike from his hand and said,
"Thank you all, very much."  Then with a big grin, she said, "For
that matter, we have a surprise for the Carlsons, too."  With
that she nodded towards the corner where Samantha and Tommy were
standing with two smaller children.  Sam carried her two-year-old
sister while Tommy held his six-year-old brother's hand as they
made their way between the tables to the dance floor in front of
the Carlson table.  There Sam carefully set her sister down while
Tommy released his brother's hand.

Hank said softly to the little girl, "Hi, sweetie.  There's
someone here I want you to meet."  Taking Kathy's hand, she led
her out to the dance floor.  When she got a good look at the
little girl, Kathy thought she was the most beautiful small child
she had ever seen.  She had the same golden blonde hair and
brilliant blue eyes as her mother and sister, along with a
beautiful golden tan.  The girl was dressed in a very cute white
dress.

Kathy went down on her knees as the little girl came up to her
and made a lovely little curtsy.  Then she put out her tiny hand
and said, "How do you do?  My name is Kathy Conroy."  Then,
obviously ad libbing, she said with the brightest smile Kathy had
ever seen, "I'm wearing my pretty party dress.  Do you like it?"

The child's smile had almost melted Kathy to the floor.  Beaming
at the child she said, "Kathy, I think it is lovely and you are
the prettiest little girl I have ever seen!"

Then Hank said softly, "Honey, why don't you tell the nice lady
what your full name is...  You know, sweetie... the long one."

The girl looked up at Kathy, smiled her sunshine smile again, and
said, "My name is Katherine Carlson Conroy.  What's your name?"

Kathy was absolutely stunned.  All she could do was extend her
arms and the little girl ran to her.  Kathy gathered her in and
stood up with the girl in her arms.  She said softly, "Darling,
my name is Katherine Carlson, and I am _so_ happy to meet you!" 
The little girl just beamed brightly and gave Kathy a kiss full
on the lips.  It was the sweetest, warmest, most innocent kiss
she had ever had.  For her part, Kathy softened her lips and
tried to transmit the incredible love she instantly felt for this
small child she was holding in her arms.

When she relaxed her hold on the little girl, she looked deep
into Kathy's eyes while Kathy looked back into hers.  Remembering
what Sam had said -- that the eyes are the windows of the soul --
Kathy had never seen eyes so clear and yet so full of innocence,
goodness and joy.

Baby Kathy then smiled and said, "That was a wonderful kiss,
Kathy.  Could I have another?"

"Of course, darling," Kathy replied, and once more melted her
lips against the little girls.  This time when she released the
girl, she went down on her knees and set her on her feet.

Little Kathy spun in a circle to show off her dress.  Then she
said, "You're wearing your pretty party dress, too, Kathy.  Can
you spin like me?"  When Kathy spun, her skirt flew out straight,
again revealing her beautiful legs.  When she stopped the little
girl was clapping her hands in glee and said, "You're very
pretty, too.  You're almost as pretty as my mommy!"

Kathy thanked her for the compliment.  Then the little girl did a
cartwheel, and with a brilliant smile asked, "Can you do that?"

Never having done a cartwheel before, Kathy wasn't sure, but she
figured out how it had to work.  After stepping out of her shoes,
with her skirt flying, she did a series of continuous cartwheels
around the dance floor.  Shaking his head in a combination of
amusement and amazement, Ken followed and picked up her pearls
which had fallen off her neck at a point when she was
upside-down.  This time the little girl was beside herself with
pleasure.

Then Kathy looked at her and said, "How about a handstand?  Can
you do a handstand?"  The little girl just shook her head while
Kathy put her hands on the floor and kicked her legs up straight.
 When she did, her skirt dropped down around her head revealing
her perfect legs and her lace bikini.  Then she proceeded to walk
on her hands around the dance floor.  After making what she
thought was a circle -- with the skirt over her head, she could
see nothing -- Kathy had another idea.  She bent her elbows and
lowered herself toward the floor.  When she thought she had
enough room for a spring, using only her arms, she catapulted
herself up, did a somersault and landed lightly on her feet.  She
spun a little to get her skirt back where it belonged, then shook
her head to straighten her hair.

Meantime, the little girl was beside herself with joy.  She ran
to Kathy who scooped her up, gave her another loving kiss, and
gently put her down again.  Then Hank turned to the small boy and
said, "Honey, there's someone here for you to meet, too."

Ken came over and went down on one knee.  The boy was a younger
edition of his father and brother.  Like his brother, he was
wearing a blue shirt with a solid blue tie.  Tonight, both boys
were wearing jackets, and it was obvious that the small boy was
very excited at being dressed up.  He came over and Hank softly
asked, "Now introduce yourself, honey.  Tell the man your full
name."

The little boy extended his hand and said, "How do you do, sir. 
My name is Kenneth Carlson Conroy and I'm very happy to meet
you."  Ken was stunned.  But he extended his hand and carefully
shook the little boy's much smaller one.

Then Ken picked him up under his arms, and stood up while holding
the little boy tight.  He said, "My name is Kenneth Carlson, and
I'm so happy to meet you, too!"

The little boy's eyes became as big as saucers.  Then he said,
with his sense of awe audible in his voice, "You're the man who
saved my daddy's life, aren't you, sir?  You're the man I was
named after!"

The little boy reached his arms out, obviously trying to wrap
them around Ken's neck.  Ken held him close.  As he did, he could
feel the little boy's shoulders shake with his sobs as he said,
"Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you..."  Finally, Ken was able to kiss
the little boy and just hold him.  Meanwhile, Kathy had picked up
the baby again and was holding her tightly, too.

While watching, Hank and Jim were happy, pleased and proud of the
smallest members of their family.  When Jim put his arm around
Hank's waist, she turned her head up to kiss him softly.  Then
she looked at Kathy with her eyes gleaming and asked,
"Surprised?"  Then she grinned and said, "And, I will have you
know, my daughter was Katherine Carlson before you were!  You can
check the date on her birth certificate against your wedding
license to prove it, too!"

Tears were in Kathy's eyes as she said, "Hank, I just don't know
how you do it!  You have the most beautiful children in the
world!"  Then she said softly, "Holding your little girl in my
arms I am reminded of the gospel story of Christ talking about
little children.  Your daughter is the purest, kindest, most
graceful..."

She shook her head and said, "Hank, that word -- in its original
meaning -- defines you, Jim and your whole family: graceful, as
in full of divine grace.  Honey, this little girl is an angel,
and I mean it in the divine sense.  She just has to be, because
no human could possibly be as good or as happy as she is!"

Hank was initially going to make a wisecrack, but realized that
Kathy was being totally sincere.  Instead, she said softly,
"Thank you very much, Kathy.  I can't agree, of course,
particularly with respect to Jim and me, but those are the
nicest, most beautiful words anyone could ever say about us and
our children.  Thank you."

Then, again speaking into the microphone, she said, "I was going
to make some dumb crack, but decided not to.  Rather, I would
like to say a few things about myself, my family, and the
Carlsons.  First, I was going to make light of raising my
children.  Then I thought about it and asked myself, why?  Now
I'm addressing myself to the women here tonight, and particularly
the wives and mothers.

"Why have we allowed ourselves to buy a bill of goods from a
bunch of dykes we would never otherwise allow into our homes?  We
have, you know.  From these people we received the wonderful
concept of the displaced homemaker, whatever in hell that's
supposed to be.  From them we also heard the bullshit about a
woman only being able to be fulfilled in a man's world.

"Ladies, what in hell is wrong with us?  Today I learned a little
about what being a wife and mother is all about.  It is the most
challenging, most demanding occupation on earth!  And we allowed
a small group of lesbians to belittle it.  Worse, though, we, who
above everyone else should know better, _bought it!_  Who are the
fools?  The lesbians who can't -- or won't -- ever know the
happiness and fulfillment we have in a man's arms?  Who can't --
or won't -- ever give birth to beautiful children?  Who can't --
or won't -- ever know the marvelous feeling of a small baby
drawing nourishment from their tits?  Ladies, I can't blame them,
really.  They don't know any better.  But what, in the name of
God, has been wrong with us.  We _do_ know!  Or many of us do,
anyway.

"Thinking back, I almost fell into that trap myself.  I really
did.  Once, I was feeling morose because I hadn't gone to
college.  Then I wondered what my problem was.  You see, I am a
voracious reader.  I like to think that I am certainly as
educated and knowledgeable about what's going on in the world as
the next woman.  Today, I realized I am a smashing success!  I
really am, and I can't tell you how happy and proud I was when I
finally learned it.  Why?  Because I have the best husband and
the most wonderful children in the whole world.  And I guess I'm
egotistic enough to think that I may have had something to do
with that."

Turning to Ken and Kathy -- again, Ken was standing behind her
with his arms around her waist -- she said, "Kathy and Ken, I was
going to laugh at what you said earlier: about being terrified at
the thought of becoming parents."  Now Hank was being very
sincere and talking directly to Kathy.  "Kath, you have
absolutely all the equipment.  First, you have a husband who you
adore and who adores you.  That's essential.  Second, you are
utterly beautiful, athletic, and so full of love and goodness
it's overwhelming.  In short, you have all the basics.

"There's more, though.  I don't know what the other people here
saw a few minutes ago when you did cartwheels, walked on your
hands, and then did a handspring to end up back on your feet, all
to entertain my little girl.  I'll tell you what I saw, though. 
I saw a woman who was playing with a small child in the child's
terms.  Moreover, I saw a woman who was delighted to do it. 
Darling, you're going to be a world-class mother!

"I can't say anything about pregnancy, though."  Hank grinned and
said, "Do you know how Jim found out that I had been pregnant and
we had our first child?  I called him from the hospital and
suggested he go over to the grill and get something to eat there.
 He asked why I wouldn't be home, and I told him the fools in the
hospital wouldn't let me leave the baby in the nursery to go home
and make him dinner."

She looked around the room and shook her head, puzzled at the
memory.  "I promised them I would be back in just a couple of
hours, too."  Looking thoughtful, she asked rhetorically, "Do you
think they didn't believe me?"  Then she grinned and continued
her story.  "Then I told him, 'Oh, by the way, you're afather.'"

Now she was giggling at the memories.  "This has started a
precedent in the Conroy family.  I'll call from the hospital, and
suggest to Jim that he take the kids to McDonald's for dinner. 
He normally asks, 'Why?', and I'll tell him we have a new baby."
Then she grinned and said, "Of course, he's learning now.  The
last time, instead of asking why, he only asked, 'Is it a boy or
a girl?'"

She took Samantha by the hand and pulled her close.  Sam was
standing in front of her mother and Hank had an arm around the
girl's waist.  "I guess I owe Sam an apology for a cracked rib. 
She got it when I slammed her with my elbow.  Why?  You see, I
guess I really did want a beer at lunch one day when she and I
were out shopping together.  The waiter carded me and then
refused to serve me, claiming my ID was altered.  Then Sam said,
'Gosh, Sis, I told you it would never work!'

"But getting the beer wouldn't have been nearly as enjoyable as
seeing the waiter honestly think I wasn't even twenty-one.  You
know something else?  Now I realize that the reason Sam made the
remark she did was to boost my ego and make me feel better."

Hank grinned broadly and shook her head saying, "You know
something else?  In twelve more years, when Sam's twenty-six and
Kathy is fourteen, you can bet your last penny that Kathy will do
to Sam what Sam did to me.  Complete to whispering, 'Sis, I told
you it would never work!'"  Hank looked thoughtful and then
added, "And Kathy will probably get a cracked rib, too!"

Then she gathered her family close.  She held Kathy in her arms,
while Jim held Kenny.  Samantha and Tommy stood in front of their
parents as Hank said, "Kathy and Ken, all we can say is thank
you... with all our hearts.  This has been a marvelous day for
me.  Today I found out how wonderful my family really is and
learned for the first time how very much my family loves me and
we love each other."

Then she shook her head and said, "I'll add only one more thing.
I have had women come up to me, tell me how beautiful my children
are, and then say that it's not for them, though, because they
have to work.  When I ask why, the answer is always the same: We
need the money.  I have never had the heart -- or the nerve -- to
ask, 'need' or 'want'?  You see, we have never had enough money.
Any money I might have earned would have been an enormous help. 
But  thinking back, no amount of money I could possibly have
earned would have made up for missing even ten minutes of the
time I spent with my husband and my children.

"Before I end this little speech, though, I want to set the
record straight.  Ken said earlier that, although we rent the
children's furniture by the week -- we do, of course -- we book
the whole month of December to make the kids feel secure at
Christmas-time.  Now that's just not true!  We rent it through
the Saturday following New Year's!  Hell, I remember one year
when New Year's Day fell on a Saturday.  Jim and I paid the
rental fee all the way to January eighth!

"Finally, a word about Jim and the Carlsons.  You see, my
children said it today: If he had been killed, I would have been
dead in a month -- two, at the outside.  They're right.  Samantha
said it, and I have been tremendously impressed at her insight. 
She said I need Jim's love to live.  She's right...  I do.  At
the same time I have a need to love my children...  To hold them,
to hug them, to counsel them...  To _mother_ them!  Damn it,
that's what I am and it's all I ever want to be: I am Jim
Conroy's wife, and the mother of Sam, Tom, Kenny, and Kathy
Conroy!  And that's enough for any woman!"  With tears flowing
now, she said quietly, "Thank you all so very much!"

The couples went back to their table and served the cakes at long
last.  Chairs were produced for the Conroy children who joined in
the celebration.

When Samantha exclaimed over the cake, Kathy grinned and said she
had made them.  Then turning to Hank she said, "It's certainly
not as challenging as raising children, but it's better than
nothing."  Then sticking out her tongue she said, "Hank Conroy, I
am _too_ good for something!"  When the cake was finished, Sam
took charge of her siblings and took them home while the adults
remained to dance.

To his utter amazement, Ken found that he actually liked to
dance.  The truth of the matter was that he really felt that he
was what Kathy teased him about: a big bear trying to dance on
its hind legs.  He found that the combination of good dance music
and Kathy in his arms really worked.  Later, he even screwed up
his courage and asked Hank to dance.  When they were on the dance
floor, he found that she moved in his arms in almost exactly the
same way that Kathy did.

While they were dancing Hank said softly, "Ken, you are truly a
very lucky man...  And because you were so lucky in winning
Kathy's love, Jim's still alive."  Then she said, "Today has been
one of the most extraordinary days of my life, Ken Carlson,
thanks to you and your beautiful wife.  Thank you so much."  As
she finished speaking the set ended and she raised her lips to
Ken's.  Again, the kiss she gave him was one of the purest love
with no hint of passion.  To his surprise, Ken found he could
return it in exactly the same way.

As the evening wound down, Ken made arrangements to meet Jim at
the pro shop early in the morning to try out his new clubs while
Kathy and Hank agreed to meet at the same time to play tennis. 
Finally, when the music ended and the band members were packing
up their instruments, Ken and Kathy went up to Jerry Smith at the
bandstand.

Kathy said, "Jerry, we can't thank you enough for getting your
band together and being here to play tonight.  You made it a
truly memorable evening for us."

Jerry just shook his head and said, "Don't you _dare_ try to
thank me, Kathy Carlson.  I know I'm only a banker, and there are
some smart people who think there should be a Federal bounty on
us.  Nevertheless, my life is worth something to me, and it's the
very least I could ever do for the people to whom I owe it. 
Okay?"

Then he smiled and added, "We're not too easy to get rid of,
either.  Since you and Ken are going to be here for several
weeks, so are we.  And we are all looking forward to playing for
you two again."*Chapter 20*

When they were on their way back to their suite, Kathy had a
quick whispered exchange with Marie.  The girl had just nodded
her head quickly, and smiled warmly.  Again, as the previous
night, Celeste took Ken to her bedroom while Marie accompanied
Kathy.  When they were in the room, Celeste wheeled the massage
table in from the adjacent room and asked Ken to lie on his back
after she carefully undressed him.

As he lay there, he was amazed at what happened next.  Rather
than giving him a normal massage the way she had earlier in the
evening, Celeste concentrated on his loins, using her small hands
to produce a huge erection.  Then she carefully oiled his cock
and just caressed it until she was rewarded with a drop of liquid
on its tip.  Licking it off daintily with her tongue she said,
"Sir Ken, you are ready for Lady Kathy now.  Will you come with
me?"

When he entered the bedroom, instead of finding Kathy on her back
the way she had been the previous night, now she was lying on her
stomach facing the end of the bed.  She smiled warmly and said,
"Ken, do you remember promising to do anything for me that is in
your power to do?"  He said he did, but was puzzled.  Kathy never
asked him for anything.  Then, with a wonderful lascivious grin,
she said, "Great, darling!  That means that tonight you're going
to take the last of my virginity.  You're going to fuck me in the
ass."

When he protested that he would hurt her, she was adamant. 
"Darling, that's why we're doing it tonight.  If you rip me in
half -- and I so hope you do -- I have weeks to recover. 
Moreover, we have Marie and Celeste here to take care of me.  But
finally, darling, tonight the path to my cunt runs through my
asshole.  If you want me -- and I so hope you do -- this is what
you must do."  Then she said, "Marie has oiled my ass, darling. 
Please?  I'm as ready for you as I will ever be.  Please shove
that wonderful cock in me."

With that she pulled her knees up under her body, raising her ass
up high.  Ken was scared.  Even though it was something that had
intrigued him for a long time, in recent weeks he had come to
realize how large his cock really was.  When he looked at her
small amber ring, he realized that she had been thoroughly oiled.
 Not knowing what to do, he placed the tip of his cock at the
hole.  Feeling him there, Kathy -- who had talked about it
earlier with Hank -- screwed up her courage, tried to relax her
sphincter as much as she could, and then shoved backwards hard. 
There was an instant of blinding pain that caused her to scream
involuntarily, but then he was in.  She rested and could feel
beads of sweat forming all over her body.  Then she moved back
more while Ken tried to move deeper into her.

For Ken it was one of the most incredible sensations of his life
as he felt his cock trapped by her anal ring, and yet moving
inside a wonderful slippery surface.  Using small strokes, he
finally penetrated to his full length.  Then he began to move
slowly in and out.  For Kathy, after the first incredible pain,
the sensation was exquisite.  As Hank had told her she would, now
she was feeling an incredible sensation in her cunt.  When she
moved one hand from the bed to play with her clit, Marie, who had
been watching the action with rapt attention, jumped on the bed
and slid on her back under Kathy's elevated body until her mouth
was below the woman's cunt.

Then, using her talented tongue, she began to lick at Kathy's
love box and gently nibbled on her clit.  Moments later she was
rewarded as Kathy screamed and achieved orgasm, releasing a small
flood of love juices which, in spite of Marie licking and sucking
as fast as she could, ran all over the girl's face and hair.

For Kathy the pain was over and she just savored the wondrous
feeling in her ass.  She found that she could use almost all of
the same movements in her ass that she could use when Ken was
reaming her sheath.  Soon he was taking long full strokes,
withdrawing almost completely, then ramming his cock all the way
in.  Now, whenever he did, he could feel his balls hit Marie's
head because the girl's lips were glued to Kathy's glorious cunt.
 Strangely, Kathy could feel her passion continue to rise.  She
achieved an orgasm from Ken's movement alone, but still he
continued to move.  At the same time she discovered the same
level of control and the ability to subtly change her tempo just
enough to keep Ken from achieving his release.

She continued to scream involuntarily whenever she felt his body
bounce off her firm ass cheeks.  Then she screamed again as
Celeste began to work on her tits and now-sensitized nipples. 
Finally, she could restrain it no more.  When she felt Ken's cock
start to vibrate, she drove backwards as hard as she could to
bury his weapon inside her, then screamed as she achieved one of
the most intense orgasms of her life.  This time, in spite of her
best efforts, she fainted again with her body collapsing on top
of Marie's.

With a struggle, the girl squirmed out from under Kathy's
now-limp body.  Meanwhile, Celeste had taken Ken into the
bathroom to wash off his now-shrinking cock.  Kneeling on the
bed, Marie looked at Kathy for a moment, then gently rolled her
over and moved between her legs.

As Kathy recovered consciousness, she felt a wonderful feeling in
her loins.  Looking down, she brought her legs together, trapping
Marie's head between them.  Just then Ken emerged from the
bathroom and got back in bed beside her.  Lifting her lips to
his, he melted her with a kiss.  Then she said softly, "Darling,
that was simply marvelous!"  Then with an impish grin she asked,
"When you asked me to take you in my ass the first time, months
ago, I can remember slapping your face.  Why didn't you just bat
me on the side of the head and do it anyway?"

Then pointing to Marie she said, "Look what I found, darling. 
What do you suppose it is?  Is it good to eat, do you suppose?" 
As she spoke, Marie gently bit her clitoris triggering another
small orgasm.  Then feigning surprise she exclaimed, "Good grief!
 Whatever it is, it is eating me!"

Relaxing her legs, she freed Marie who raised her head from
Kathy's luscious cunt.  Her face and hair were still covered with
Kathy's love juices but the girl had a beautiful smile on her
face.  She said, "My Lady, your cunt is absolutely delicious! 
Thank you so much!"

Then looking at Ken she said, "Sir Ken, your lady's cunt is
prepared and waiting for you.  It is running over with her juices
and will be slippery and dripping for your raging cock -- just
the way you like it."

She moved away and Ken knelt between Kathy's legs.  Marie hadn't
been exaggerating.  When she positioned his cock, he just
smoothly slid it into her lubricated sheath right to the root. 
In spite of feeling that his previous exertion had drained him
dry, his cock was as big and rigid as it ever was as he plowed
his wife's love canal.  Soon her head was thrashing from side to
side and she was wordlessly screaming every time he reached full
penetration.  Then she was in continuous orgasm as all the
muscles in her loins were constantly in spasm.  This time,
though, she again forced herself to retain consciousness when he
spent inside her and found her effort was rewarded as she could
feel her vagina milk his cock while she squeezed his balls in
tempo in an effort to drain him dry.

After they rested on the bed with her head on Ken's shoulder,
they reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower
together.  Meanwhile, Celeste changed the bed while Marie went to
their room to take a shower and wash Kathy's love juices from her
hair.  Seeing that she could still get Ken hard, Kathy went to
her knees and took him in her mouth while they were still taking
a shower.  After he came and she swallowed what she now thought
of as his delicious cum, she rose, kissed him and just held him
while the shower still sprayed over both of them.

When she released him, Ken saw that her eyes were dancing with
happiness.  Replying to his question, Kathy said, "Darling, I'm
ecstatic!  I was able to take you all three ways in just one
session of lovemaking!"  With a grin she asked, "If we keep
practicing, do you think I'll ever be as good as Hank?"

"If you were any better, wife," he replied, "I would be dead!" 
She just grinned and kissed him again.

Returning to the bedroom, they found the bed had been completely
remade.  Because of their extended lovemaking in the shower,
there had been enough time for Marie to complete her toilet as
well.  To Kathy's surprise, Marie was standing beside the bed
with her eyes downcast, while Celeste stood silently beside her.

Still looking down, Marie said softly, "I am ready for my
punishment now, Lady Kathy.  Will you administer it, or will Sir
Ken?"

When she expressed ignorance regarding punishment, Marie reminded
her that she had called Mrs. Conroy, Hank, and had told the
Conroys that Kathy had prepared the hors d'oeuvres, even though
she knew she was not supposed to.

Kathy had come to love the girls.  Nevertheless, they expected
something to happen so Kathy said she would administer
punishment.  Sitting on the side of the bed, she told Marie to
lie across her lap and to soften her ass cheeks.  The girl did as
she was told and Kathy began to spank her very gently.

After the second stroke, Marie jumped to her feet with her eyes
blazing.  "Lady Kathy!" she exclaimed, "you are not being fair! 
You are not fair at all."

"What do you mean?" Kathy asked, genuinely bewildered at Marie's
reaction.

"A woman with your strength can certainly hit me harder than
that, and I expect you to.  In fact, I demand that you do."  With
tears now appearing at the corners of her eyes, Marie's voice
dropped and she said, "If you do not, I will no longer be able to
stay here with you...  And I do so much want to stay."

"But darling," Kathy protested, "if I were to hit you hard, I
could hurt you..."

"You cannot!" the small girl exclaimed.  Twisting her body to
partially expose her back, she said, "I took these, remember. 
Nothing you could do could possibly hurt me.  Besides, Lady
Kathy, I love you...  And I think you care for my sister and me,
at least a little, too."

Then with an impish grin she added, "Besides, what I really would
love for you to do is to leave the imprint of your hand as a big
bruise on each of my ass cheeks.  Then I can show them to Hank as
they change color -- Celeste and I run to very colorful bruises
-- and keep reminding her that it's all her fault!"  Now there
was real pleading in her eyes as she concluded, "Please, Lady
Kathy?  Could you give me ten smacks on each side?  Real hard
ones?"  Kathy was skeptical, but the girl was insistent.

Shaking her head, Kathy motioned to her knee and again Marie
positioned her ass over it.  This time, Kathy hit the girl as
hard as she could.  The girl began to scream involuntarily each
time Kathy's hand came down after the second spank, but still she
valiantly tried to make her ass as soft as possible.  After ten
strokes, the girl struggled to her feet with tears of pain
pouring from her eyes.  Then she repositioned herself facing the
opposite direction so Kathy could have a full swing at her other
nether cheek.  When it was finally over, Kathy's hand was
stinging from pain.

Then to Kathy's utter amazement, Marie lifted her hand to her
mouth and gently licked the palm and kissed it.  Although tears
were still streaming down her cheeks she said, "Thank you for
properly disciplining me, Lady Kathy.  I don't think I'll be able
to sit comfortably for weeks.  But I'm so sorry you hurt your
hand on my hard ass."  With that she kissed her hand again.

As the girls turned to go to their own bedroom, Kathy had an
idea.  "Come back here," she said softly.  The two girls turned,
startled.  "I would like a soft body to keep my right side warm.
Also, Marie, my husband enjoys cupping a tit in his hand as he
sleeps.  I think I would like it, too.  Celeste, you will sleep
on Sir Ken's left shoulder and warm his hand with your tit. 
Marie, you will sleep on my right."

When the girls realized what was being asked, they were thrilled.
 When the girls got into bed in the indicated positions, Marie
wriggled to try to find a comfortable position for her injured
buttocks.  She quickly concluded there was none, so she just put
the pain out of her mind, concentrating instead on the wonderful
feeling of having  athy's hand cupping her tit.  After Ken and
Kathy kissed, they each turned to the girl beside them and kissed
her softly.

When Kathy kissed Marie, it was a kiss filled with the purest
love that flowed between them.  Kathy noticed, as she started to
drift off to sleep, that the twins' ineffable sense of sorrow
seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

When she awakened the next morning, Kathy felt wonderfully
refreshed.  Moreover, she found that she absolutely adored having
this beautiful girl's head on her shoulder.  When she wriggled
slightly she could feel the pain in her stretched asshole, but it
felt beautiful.  Her slight movement was enough to awaken Marie
who was now looking at her with love in her beautiful grey eyes.
Kathy moved her head slightly, just enough to be able to taste
the sweetness of the girl's lips.  After her morning lovemaking
with Ken, they quickly showered, dressed and went off to meet the
Conroys.

Arriving at the tennis courts, Kathy wasn't surprised to find
that Hank was already there waiting.  However, she was surprised
to find Samantha present as well.  When she asked, she was told
that it was Sam's idea; the school bus didn't come by until seven
forty-five, so until then she wanted to watch the tennis match. 
Like so many other things, Kathy had never played regular tennis.
 Being familiar with other racquet sports, though, she did not
anticipate a great deal of difficulty.  Hank proved to be as good
a tennis coach as she was a golf instructor and quickly showed
Kathy the differences in technique.  Her confidence increased
with every stroke.

When they began to play, Hank jumped in front by winning five
quick games and was up in the set 5-0.  However, Kathy was
getting better with every point they played.  She fought back,
winning the next four games before Hank overwhelmed her, taking
the next game and the set, 6-4.

However, Kathy's game continued to improve, particularly her
serves.  She soon developed a feel for the throw and began to
unleash her great power, beginning to win points on service aces.
 Sam finally had to leave for the bus.  When she did, she could
see her mother's tennis dress was sopping wet with perspiration
as she was being run all over the court.  The second set went to
Kathy, 6-4, and she overwhelmed Hank in the third, 6-1, to take
the match.

When they left the court to go to the ladies lockers, Hank said,
"Katherine Carlson, you are too much!  Needless to say, that was
the best tennis I've played in at least ten years -- but you beat
me, anyway!"

Kathy just winked, stopped and kissed Hank full on the lips. 
Again, their love for each other flowed between them.  When they
separated, Kathy said softly, "Thanks, coach!"

Hank just winked and grinned.  When they arrived at the locker
room, the girls were waiting for them naked, as usual.  When
Marie saw Hank she said acidly, "I hope you're satisfied, _Mrs.
Conroy._  Look what Lady Kathy did to me because of you!" 
Turning her backside towards Hank, she showed large
black-and-blue marks on each nether cheek, each the size and
shape of Kathy's hand.  Hank just shook her head, not knowing
what to say.  When her back was turned, Marie grinned broadly at
Kathy and winked meaningfully.

After quick showers and a fast massage, they put on their golf
clothes and went upstairs to meet the men for breakfast.  Before
leaving the locker room, though, Kathy told the Trang sisters
that she wanted them both to begin workouts on the exercise
machine.  She described the exercises she wanted them to do and
told the girls what weights to use to start.

They finished breakfast at nine-thirty and still had thirty
minutes until their tee time.  Making use of the time, Jim Conroy
took Kathy to the practice tee this time bringing along a couple
of sets of golf clubs.  First, he gave her a set of regular men's
clubs with stiff shafts.  Then, responding to his urging to
really let out her swing, Kathy began hitting the ball harder and
harder until her shots were spraying the range the way Ken's had
the day before.

Jim just shook his head, grinned, and gave her another club
saying, "Okay, Kathy, let's see what you can do with this one. 
Now really hit the damned ball, please!"  When she did as he
asked, the ball hit the 250-yard target square in its center on
the fly.  The target was positioned directly in front of her
where the midpoint of the fairway would be.

When she looked at Jim in surprise, he just grinned and said,
"Kathy, what you just used was a brand-new gorilla club in your
size that was flown in last night.  I knew it!"  Then with
another grin he said, "Now, shall we introduce you to the Village
Course?"

While virtually every hole on the Bay Course at Kapalua is in
sight of the ocean, the Village Course is away from the sea on
the first rise of mountains on the island.  Much of the course is
cut through pineapple fields.  The combination of higher ground
along with the low-lying pineapple bushes allows the wind a full
sweep.  The signature hole on the course is a 525-yard par five.
The hole is straight but it plays directly into the trade winds
which normally come across the island at a steady twenty to
thirty knots.  Moreover, the hole is played uphill on gently
rising ground.  The combination of the wind and the rising land
results in the hole playing as if it is more than 600 yards in
length.  The wind knocks down even the best-hit balls and the
rising land diminishes any roll.

As a concession to the men and the large number of condos built
beside the course, Hank and Kathy kept their clothes on.  During
the round Jim played his normally steady game.  Hank seemed to
have little or no interest in her own game; rather she
concentrated on coaching Kathy.

Poor Ken appeared to have solved one problem only to find himself
with another.  His tee shots were things of beauty and power. 
While the day before he had been spraying golf balls in all
directions, today his shots were down the middle with a slight
draw which increased his roll.  The new problem arose when he got
within 150 yards of the pin.  His new clubs, coupled with his
incredible power, raised havoc with his game; even the shortest
club in his bag, the sand wedge, carried 140 yards or more. 
Moreover, since it is a very high-lofted club, it drove his shot
high into the air enhancing the ability of the wind to catch the
ball and take it.  The result was that he played brilliantly
whenever he could take a full swing, but had enormous trouble
when he got in close.

His moment of glory came on the signature hole, though.  His
drive carried nearly 300 yards, in spite of the wind and the
rising land.  His second shot with his 3-iron was on the green
and only twelve feet from the cup.  Ken sank his putt for an
eagle three to win the hole.  When his putt dropped, Kathy leaped
into his arms and burned him with a passionate kiss.  Then she
said, "I hope you noticed how considerate I was?  I waited for
you to putt before I turned you to mush.  And I didn't do this at
all," she said as she gently squeezed his prick and balls through
his pants.

The green was shielded from view so Ken took the opportunity to
strip off Kathy's clothes in an instant.  Grinning at her, he
said, "I hope you notice that I've been good, too."  Gently
squeezing her tits he said, "I didn't do this...  Or this..."  he
said, squeezing her ass cheeks, "Or this..."  as he fingered her
slit and teased her clit, "But especially, I didn't do this..." 
To her delight, he stripped off his pants, lay her on the grass
on the fringe of the green and entered her.  In just moments, she
was bucking her hips under him and her loins were racked with
convulsions as she repeatedly reached orgasm.

In just a few minutes Ken released his load inside her.  Then he
rolled on the grass and put her head on his shoulder, while they
both caught their breath.  As they lay there, they saw the other
couple were on the grass fringe, as well.  Hank was kneeling over
Jim with her slit pressed down against his mouth while her mouth
was moving up and down on his erect cock.  Kathy saw that the two
were close to cuming.  Suddenly Hank's loins began to spasm and
they could see her mouth sucking feverishly to drain her
husband's balls.  Lifting her head, Hank carefully licked off the
last of Jim's cum, while he as carefully licked out her slit.

"What was that action just now?" Kathy inquired acidly.  "Are you
too good for plain, old-fashioned fucking?"

"Just look," Jim replied with a grin.  Hank rolled off him and
for the first time Kathy could see a small card dangling from
Hank's pubic bush, apparently held in place with a bobby pin. 
Going closer, Kathy saw what it was and began to laugh
uncontrollably, ending up rolling on the grass.  Ken came over to
see what had set his wife off, and he cracked up, too.  There was
a tiny card hanging over her slit with the international danger
symbol and the words, "Off Limits -- Unexploded mines!"

Jim was laughing, too, and said, "That's Hank!  Could my wife do
anything as ordinary as just saying it was her dangerous time of
month?  You've got to be kidding!"

Then Hank grinned and said, "I had it made awhile ago.  I use it
whenever I'm going to be drinking -- last night, for instance --
or when we're going to be with people who might set a dangerous
example -- like you two!"

Then she grimaced and said, "God!  I hate this time of the
month."  When Kathy asked about her period, Hank just grinned and
replied, "That's not a problem.  Usually, Jim never even knows
the difference -- I'm just a little wetter than usual.  Since I
always lick him off anyway, there's no difference at all."  Kathy
just shook her head at her friend's candor.

Without saying a word, Kathy, who was still waiting to take her
second putt on the green, picked up her putter and, while still
naked, sank her two-foot putt for a birdie four.  With the
strokes the men had to give, even with Ken's eagle they lost the
hole to their wives' net two.

For her part, Kathy was having a great day.  Although it had
taken her a few holes to start to get the feel of her new clubs,
now she was hitting with great length and accuracy.  Moreover,
her earlier experience of having to take easy swings to control
her clubs now stood her in good stead on her approach shots. 
Close to the green she was utterly devastating.  In addition, she
had an almost uncanny ability to read greens.  Although Hank
coached her on her full-swing game, when she got in close to the
green, Hank said absolutely nothing.

When they closed out the round, Kathy had a 4-under-par 68 to
beat Jim even on a gross-score basis, and they destroyed the men
with their handicap added in.  As they left the course, Hank
whispered something to Jim who thought for an instant, then
grinned and nodded vigorously.  Although Kathy saw the exchange,
she had no idea what it meant.

After eating a fast lunch, Ken and Kathy returned to their room.
Hank had been telling her about the nude beach and Kathy couldn't
wait to try it.  Entering the suite, they found the Trang sisters
in a state of near-collapse.  Marie explained that they had
worked out on the machines as Kathy had instructed them, but now,
in spite of having previously thought that they were in good
physical condition, the two girls were utterly exhausted.  In
fact, they had just finished massaging each other's aching
muscles.  Kathy was merciless.  She just told them to get off
their asses, on their feet and get moving.

Marie led them to the nude beach.  While the normal swimming
beaches at Kapalua were well-groomed and had beautiful sand, the
nude beach had rocks both on and around the beach and in the
water beyond.  After spreading their towels, the girls spread sun
protection on the Carlsons and then on each other.

Kathy just lay back and looked out at the lovely beach and the
beautiful water.  Turning to Ken she asked, "Darling, are you
happy?"

Ken was about to fall asleep in the sun.  He opened one eye,
looked at his beautiful wife and said, "Darling, I don't think I
have ever been happier.  And honey, you have never been more
beautiful.  Never!"

Kathy was a vision.  In just one day her tan had darkened, her
brown hair had lightened visibly -- at least to Ken -- and it
seemed to be getting blonde streaks in it.

Kathy just smiled warmly, wriggled on her towel and went to
sleep.  Later, when they awakened, they went into the water. 
With water temperature in the upper seventies and the Pacific
shining a brilliant blue, Kathy reveled in it from the first
instant she got in.  Then Ken learned how good a swimmer his wife
had become.  She moved with all the power and grace of a porpoise
in the water.  Although Ken liked to think of himself as a
powerful swimmer, he found it impossible to keep up with his
wife, let alone catch her.  He saw immediately that not only was
she extraordinarily powerful, but her motions were incredibly
smooth and flowing.

The Trang sisters also appeared to be at home in the water.  The
foursome spent hours at the beach, with a great deal of the time
spent in the water.

The next days fell into the same pattern.  Kathy would play
tennis with Hank early in the morning, then the foursome of the
Carlsons and the Conroys played eighteen holes of golf,
alternating the courses between the Bay Course and the Village
Course.  The only point that puzzled Kathy at all was Hank's
insistence, beginning on the third day, that they play from the
men's white tees, too.

When she asked, Hank explained that she was hitting the ball so
well she needed the extra distance to work with.

In fact, Kathy's golf became utterly spectacular as she routinely
hit the ball about 250 yards off the tee, followed with
incredibly accurate second shots whenever called for, and was
deadly in close and on the greens.  Her putting, coupled with a
deadly-accurate short game, resulted in her averaging
twenty-seven putts per round, or a putt-and-a-half per green. 
When she did not sink her first putt, inevitably she would miss
high and very slightly long, leaving herself only a tap-in for
her second putt.

Also after the first few days, instead of going to the clubhouse
or the hotel to eat lunch, they fell into the habit of going to
the Conroys.  There Kathy would make the lunch and use the
opportunity to teach Hank how to cook.  Kathy loved it because it
gave her an opportunity to be with her namesake, little Kathy.

One day the little girl asked Kathy if she and Ken ever made love
the way her parents did.  Kathy was working at the sink at the
time, peeling vegetables.  Ken stripped off her clothes, lifted
her legs, and entered her from behind.  While he was working in
his wife's wet and slippery cunt, he asked, "You mean likethis?"

When the little girl, who was clapping her hands in glee, said
yes, Ken suddenly stopped and said, "No, Kathy, I'm sorry.  We
never do."

Kathy reminded him that if he wanted to continue living, he had
better finish her off.  Ken muttered something about just being
his wife's sex object, and did.  When they came together, Kathy
collapsed over the sink, while Ken held her upright.  When the
two recovered, they both laughed when Kathy indicated to him that
the vegetable -- a carrot -- was now nothing but a mass of
strings in the sink.  Kathy had continued to peel it right up to
the moment of her climax.

Although they were supposed to be out at Kapalua for three weeks,
they learned that it was going to be nearly four.  One day during
the first week when Ali called, she admitted that -- like Ginger
-- she wasn't very good with fractions, either.  Since they
arrived on a Tuesday, that week didn't even count.  It was to be
three weeks from the following Sunday.  Hank made a suggestion
during the second week that Kathy jumped on.  She went to see
Hank Wellington and asked if they could rent a sailboat for the
following Saturday.  Hank just grinned, remembering his
instructions from Bill Clifford.  The result was a bare-boat
charter of a 42-foot yawl.

On Saturday, the Conroys and the Carlsons, along with the Trang
sisters met at the pier.  All six of the Conroys were there. 
Hank Wellington had told Kathy, when she first asked, that the
Trangs were superb sailors.

The two girls got the boat underway and out of the boat basin. 
As soon as they were clear of the harboreveryone took off his
clothes.  By now, after ten days on the Islands, Kathy and Ken
were both golden bronze.  While Marie held the wheel, they moved
quickly and easily on a quartering wind.  The day was an Hawaiian
classic without a cloud in the sky.

Kathy looked at Samantha and just shook her head.  "Ken, isn't
she the most beautiful girl you have ever seen?" she asked. 
Sam's wavy golden blonde hair was just blowing in the breeze,
while she was totally unconcerned about her nakedness.  Kathy
noted that even her pubic hair was as light and golden as the
hair on her head, reflecting the amount of sun that the girl
routinely soaked up.

Jim and Hank were lying on the deck beside them, and Hank took
the opportunity to work on the scars on Jim's upper thigh.  It
was clear to Kathy that the terrible wounds no longer bothered
him, although the scars were vivid testimony to the seriousness
of his wounds.  When she finished oiling his skin, Hank proceeded
to kiss his thigh, moving around towards his groin.

It looked like fun to Kathy, so she did it to Ken.  When Hank's
mouth reached Jim's flaccid penis and then kissed it, Kathy said,
"Henrietta, would you believe there are women who take a man's
sex in their mouths?"

"But that's impossible!"  Hank exclaimed while taking Jim's sex
into her mouth.

Meanwhile Kathy did the same thing with Ken's.  She removed her
mouth and said, "It's true, Henrietta.  It really is!  Can you
imagine a woman taking a man's penis all the way into her mouth?"
 As she said it, she had Ken's penis in her mouth and was sucking
it into a massive erection.  Soon, she had to shift positions as
it's length outgrew her mouth and she needed to take him into her
throat.

"Well, I don't know for sure, but I have heard talk...  Would you
believe that any women would do such a thing?  I mean...
Really...  Even the cheapest whores..."

Hank's mouth was working up and down on Jim's cock, now in a full
erection.  She stopped for a moment and said, "But Katherine,
it's impossible...  I mean, a man's sex organ...  There's no way
it could fit..."

"You're right, Henrietta," Kathy replied, interrupting her work
on Ken's now-rigid cock, "It would be utterly impossible to take
a man's sex into one's mouth."

"But, Katherine," Hank said, "I hear it even gets worse!  There
are prostitutes who are so depraved that they allow...  No! 
Encourage... a man to... to... to do his thing _in her mouth!"_

Kathy did not respond for a few moments as Ken finally came in
her mouth.  She rhythmically squeezed his balls and sucked as
hard as she could to drain him dry.  Then, with his cum dripping
from her mouth she said aghast, "In her mouth!  Henrietta,
that... that's utterly ridiculous!"

Hank, in the meantime, was swallowing Jim's cum.  When his spasms
finally stopped, she licked off the tip of his now-receding
erection and said, "Darling, isn't it ridiculous the stories one
hears?  I mean...  Really!"  The two women howled with laughter
as cum still dripped from their lips.

"You two are too much," Samantha said.  "Don't you ever get tired
of sex?"

After stretching sinuously, Kathy replied, "Samantha Conroy!  Who
are you thinking of?  Surely you can't be thinking of your mother
or me.  Sex...?  Us...?"

By now they were well away from land.  Celeste was at the wheel
and turned the boat into the wind.  The sails were dropped and
the auxiliary engine was started.  Celeste held the yawl into the
wind while Marie, assisted by Sam and Tommy, dropped the sails
and gathered them up.  Then, carefully controlling the throttles,
Celeste positioned them so that the boat essentially stood still
in the water.  It was the opportunity that the rest of the people
had been waiting for.  With whoops of joy they dove over the side
into the beautifully warm Pacific water.

Kathy and Hank were over the side in a flash.  Although Hank
thought of herself as a very strong swimmer, she was left behind
in no time as Kathy just powered through the water.

Still on board the boat, Ken looked at Jim and just winked.  Then
he went below and came back with two cold beers and said, "That
looks too much like work."  Jim just grinned and toasted Ken with
his can.

Even little Kathy was swimming over the side.  Although she was
only two years old, she was already as much at home in the water
as she was on dry land.  Her two brothers stayed with her while
she swam alongside while Marie kept a sharp eye on her from
aboard the boat.

Meanwhile, Sam had gone out after her mother and Kathy.  When she
caught up -- the two women had stopped and were just treading
water -- she looked at Kathy and asked, "Mrs. Carlson, isn't
there anything that you aren't an expert at?  I watched you going
out and your power and smoothness in the water areunbelievable!"

"Sam, please do me a big favor?" Kathy asked.  "Please stop
calling me Mrs. Carlson.  How about Kathy?"

Sam looked thoughtful for a few moments and slowly shook her
head.  "I'm sorry, ma'am," she replied, "But I cannot.  In my
lexicon, you are an angel or at least a saint.  It just wouldn't
be right."  Then with a grin she said, "But I'll race you back to
the boat!"  The girl did a flip in the water and began to power
back in the direction she had come.

Kathy had just been idly treading water when the girl issued her
challenge and then fled towards the boat, now over 200 yards
away.  She already had a twenty-yard head start before Kathy even
reacted.  Then she flipped and went after the younger girl while
Hank just watched.

Hank slowly shook her head.  Although she knew that Samantha was
an outstanding swimmer, going against Kathy she was just
outclassed.  With her incredibly smooth and powerful kick,
coupled with her very powerful arm strokes, it appeared that
Kathy gained about a yard with every stroke.  Within fifty yards
she had overtaken the younger girl and then just kept moving
away.  By the time Sam reached the boat, Kathy was already back
on board with a beer and was lying on her back on the deck with
her eyes closed allowing the sun to dry her body.

When Sam came back onboard, Kathy was pretending to be asleep. 
Sam reached over the side with a bucket, filled it with seawater,
and poured it over Kathy's face.

Sputtering and coughing, Kathy sat up with a jerk, then looked at
Sam and just shook her head.  Jumping up, she grabbed the girl,
picked her up in her arms and carried her to the rail.  What
followed amazed everyone.  She flipped Sam up in the air like a
setter in a volleyball game, caught her in both hands high over
her head and then heaved her over the side as far as she could. 
With her arms and legs flying in all directions as she went
through the air, Sam landed with a huge splash almost twenty feet
away from the boat.  The girl surfaced, then slowly swam back
towards the drifting boat.

Kathy was waiting at the rail and asked Hank, "Should I let her
back onboard?"

Hank, who had just come aboard herself, replied, "I was going to
urge you to leave her but I remembered she still owes me nearly
fifteen bucks for some tank tops we bought last week...  And
there's a prospective buyer that may go as high as twenty
bucks...  As a matter of fact, I've heard that blonde, blue-eyed
virgins are very much in demand in the Middle East -- some sheiks
will go as high as $100... _cash!_  Kath, I think you should let
her come back onboard."

With a grin Kathy grabbed Sam's wrist and effortlessly lifted her
from the water to the deck.  This time when she caught her breath
Sam came up to Kathy, leaned forward and softly kissed her full
on the lips.  Kathy, having the same instincts towards this girl
that she did with Ken, recognized that the girl didn't want to be
held so she kept her hands at her side and just worked her lips
on the girl's.

As she did, Kathy tasted the marvelous sweetness, innocence, and
the purest love in her lips, while she could feel the girl's lips
moving on hers in the same way.

When they finally stopped, Sam breathed a deep sigh and said,
"Lady Kathy, you are too much!"  Then she took a step back and
just looked at Kathy.  Then she shook her head and said, "You are
so much like my mom, and yet you're different.  You never met me
until just a couple of weeks ago, and yet from the very first I
felt that you really loved me.  You do, don't you?"

"Yes, Sam," Kathy replied softly, "I certainly do love you.  The
reason is that you are such a wonderful person.  You are
certainly a great credit to yourself and to your parents.  But
yes, Sam, I love you very much."

The girl slowly shook her head and said softly, "Thank you so
much.  I will take that as the ultimate compliment.  You are such
a perfect woman, I can't tell you how proud it makes me feel to
think that I may be worthy of your love."

With that, Kathy gathered the girl into her arms and held her
tight.  She could feel her tits mashing against the girls
immature ones as she kissed her solidly on the lips.  This time
she could feel Sam's arms around her neck holding her tight and
returning the kiss.

When they separated this time, Samantha stood back, looked Kathy
all over, and just shook her head.  "You're incredibly powerful,
aren't you?  Although it happened so fast I'm not really sure,
didn't you pick me up, fling me up in the air and then just hurl
me with both hands like a volleyball player slamming the ball?"

Kathy just shrugged as they returned to the fantail where Hank
and the man were just watching.  Kathy stretched out again and
rested her head on Ken's belly.

"Lady Kathy," Sam persisted, "how long did it take you to get in
your present condition?  My God!  You must have started working
out when you were five!"

Kathy just nuzzled her head on Ken, then rolled over on her side
so her cheek was resting on his belly.  Then she began to chuckle
and said, "The fact is, Sam, it took less than three months." 
Then she sat up on the deck and said, "Three months ago I was so
weak I probably would have needed two hands to lift a paring
knife.  What do you think of my skin color?"

Sam was completely taken aback.  "Why... Why it's gorgeous.  You
have the most terrific golden tan..."

"A flattering description of my color then was 'peaches and cream
without the peaches.' A more honest one -- if less flattering --
was 'yucky white library paste,'" Kathy interjected.  "What do
you think of my tits?  I guess I like them... primarily because
I'm pretty sure that Ken does."

The girl reached out her hand and touched her right breast and
gently moved her fingers over its surface.  Kathy said, "Don't be
afraid to squeeze it.  I'm really not very breakable."

Sam did and realized how very firm it was.  Then she replied,
"It's so beautifully full and firm and perfectly shaped.  In
fact," she said with a warm smile, "It's even firmer than Mom's,
and I didn't think that was possible."  Then the girl's brow
knitted in puzzlement and she inquired, "But why do you ask?"

"Because at the same time, my tits were described as two mounds
of whipped cream -- but not that firm."  She grinned and added,
"I did get a point for my nipples, though.  They were described
as little cherries on top."

Kathy rolled on her back and closed her eyes.  Then she said,
"Sam, I have changed completely in just three months.  Believe it
or not, before that, when Ken was between my legs -- and it was
only on a Saturday night, by the way -- I was concentrating on
_Saturday Night Live!_  You see, honey, when your mother spoke
the other night about women buying a bill of goods, she was
really talking about me -- although I certainly don't think she
knew it."

Kathy went on to describe how she had almost lost Ken -- how he
had come home ready to give her a divorce.  "You see, the reason
I would only allow Ken to take me on Saturday and why I watched
television was to try to control myself.  I wanted to respond and
move my hips, but everyone knows a woman is just a depository for
a man's fluids.  I was afraid I couldn't control myself."  She
grinned and added, "And you know what?  I was right...  Ican't!"

Then she wriggled her head on Ken's body and said, "In fact, I
still had a virginal asshole the day I met you.  Of course, my
virginity disappeared later that night."  Then she stretched and
said with a grin, "Do you know what my ambition is now?  It's to
be able to go to the doctor and have either a vaginal or rectal
examination by just opening my mouth and having him be able to
see the light coming up from the bottom.  I just want to be a
series of slippery cavities for Ken to use to warm his cock. 
That's really the full extent of my ambition."

In the meantime, Celeste had the boat underway on auxiliary power
headed for a secluded cove with a beach whose only easy access
was by water.  When they arrived, she eased the boat in through a
cut in the reef and then anchored in the still waters of the tiny
bay.

While the Carlsons and Conroys, except for little Kathy, swam
into the beach, the Trangs lowered the dinghy and began to load
it with provisions.  Finally they rowed ashore with the little
girl.  Hank was watching the proceedings with interest from the
beach.  As soon as she got on shore, Kathy began to scoop out a
pit in the sand, lined it with rocks and then filled it with
dried driftwood.  When the girls arrived, she started a fire then
went to play with little Kathy.

Meanwhile, the men had gone exploring in the jungle along the
perimeter of the beach.  Because of all of his time in the
jungles of Vietnam along with his extensive Ranger training, Ken
gave the two Conroy boys a nature walk that left their eyes as
wide as saucers.  In just a few yards of walking, Ken pointed out
dozens of elements of life that they otherwise never would have
noticed.

Ken couldn't resist teasing Jim.  He said, "You see, guys, your
father was a pilot.  To those guys, one tree is pretty much like
any other.  They never think to look at what's under them."

Jim just chuckled.  He, too, was enjoying the nature tour.

On the beach, Hank and Sam were watching as the two Kathys played
in the sand.  Again Hank noticed how Kathy could play with the
little girl on her own terms.  Although they couldn't hear what
was being said, whatever it was, little Kathy found it to be
great fun.  She was constantly laughing, giggling, and beaming
her lovely smile at her namesake.

Periodically, Kathy would check on the progress of the fire.  It
was clear that she had something in mind.  When she judged it
ready, she began to prepare food which she wrapped in leaves from
the jungle.  While she was making her food preparations Hank came
over and just stood beside her watching.

When they were alone for a moment, Hank said softly, "Kath, you
are going to be an all-galaxy mother!  Sam and I were watching
you playing with little Kathy and we noticed two things.  First,
whatever you were doing or saying, Kathy just loved it.  She is a
very happy child, of course, but I have seldom seen behavior like
that: she was just ecstatic.  Second, you seemed to be having a
wonderful time, too.  As I said the night of the dance, you have
the very rare ability to play with her at her own level without
in any sense being patronizing.  Were you really enjoying it as
much as you seemed to be?"

Kathy looked at Hank and said thoughtfully, "Absolutely, Hank. 
You know, I'm sure that I'm madly in love with your little
daughter -- both daughters, as a matter of fact.  But... I guess
it's being here in this secluded cove with everyone naked... 
There's an innocence about everything..."  Kathy finally just
shook her head and called the people over for lunch.

It turned out that she had prepared a miniature Hawaiian luau,
just missing the suckling pig.  In keeping with the surroundings,
the girls even served the people on large leaves they picked in
the surrounding jungle rather than on plates, and everyone used
his fingers to eat rather than utensils.  The secluded cove,
coupled with their nudity, made it seem that they were castaways
on a tropic island.

Then they swam back to the anchored boat, hoisted the dinghy, and
eased back out through the cut in the reef.  When they returned
to the harbor, it was with the greatest reluctance that the
people put their clothes back on.*Chapter 21*

On Wednesday morning of the following week, after her wake-up
lovemaking with Ken, Kathy noticed a particularly wistful
expression on Marie's face and she asked the girl about it.  With
a sad shake of her head Marie replied, "Lady Kathy, it is the way
you make love with Sir Ken.  It's... It's so lovely.  You give
each other so much pleasure."

"I hope that's true, Marie," Kathy responded, "But so what?  Why
does that make you look so wistful?  Are you jealous or
something?"

The girls were genuinely shocked.  "Good grief!  Of course not. 
It's just... just..."  They couldn't finish their thought.

"Just what?" Kathy demanded.  "You two know damned well I hate
mystery stories."

"We can't cum!" Marie blurted out.  Then she explained that it
all went back to that terrible day in the town square.  She told
them in even more graphic detail what the beating was like and
then finished by saying, "My Lady, something died inside us that
day.  We... we so much want to marry and give birth to children.
And yet... yet... what man would have us?  We could give no more
enjoyment to him than he could get by wrapping his cock in a
piece of meat."

Having confessed it, the two girls began to cry like their hearts
would break.

Kathy had an immediate thought.  Over the weeks they had been on
the island, Ken, who had always had a very sensitive touch where
she was concerned, had become even more sensitive.  Without
saying a word to him, she said, "Girls, I will make you a little
bet.  The bet is this: Ken will have you both begging for
release.  If he does -- if you both beg him to give you sexual
release -- you become our true slaves for the rest of our stay. 
If he does not, we become yours."  With a wry grin she asked,
"Fair?"

The girls were so amazed they didn't believe what they had heard,
so Kathy repeated it.  When they decided she was serious, they
accepted the challenge immediately.  Kathy ordered them to kneel
on each side of Ken facing him on the bed with their knees spread
wide to give him access to their virginal slits.  They instantly
did as she asked.

Marie didn't know what to expect.  All she did know was that she
and her sister had been essentially dead from the waist down ever
since that terrible day.  Although she had told Lady Kathy that
she and Celeste had never taken Sir Ken because he was too big,
the real reason was that they were certain that he would obtain
no pleasure at all from trying to have sex with them.  After all
if he had ripped them in two they would not have minded a bit --
as long as he derived pleasure from using their bodies.

It was this certainty that he would not and could not that had
stopped them in the past.  Now she could feel Sir Ken's fingers
slowly playing over her body with particular attention to her
tits. _At least,_ she thought, _with the exercise Lady Kathy has
insisted we get, they're nice and firm now._  Glancing down at
her chest, she was surprised to see that her nipples were now
fully engorged.  It was only the second time it had happened; the
first was the night of the cocktail party with the Conroys.

While Sir Ken and Lady Kathy were talking about many personal
things, Marie idly wondered what it was going to be like to have
Sir Ken and Lady Kathy as their slaves.  Curiously, the idea
wasn't terribly attractive because of their lack of sexual
response.  There were many things that would have been fun, but
they all required her sister and herself to be capable of at
least a minimal sexual reaction.

Then she realized that something very strange was happening.  She
discovered her eyes were closed as she just savored the feeling
of Sir Ken's fingers exploring her body.  His touch was so
delicate -- and he was only using his left hand on her -- that it
was like a feather lightly passing over her skin.  He had been
moving his hands all around her body concentrating on her breasts
and her inner thighs.  So far he had not even touched her slit.

The next time his fingers came back to her nipples, Marie let out
an involuntary scream -- her tits were now so sensitive they
hurt.  Moreover, she both felt the same sensation coming from her
twin and heard her scream at the same time.  Now she realized
that it was as if Ken were taking her up a mountainside.  She
kept going higher and higher... _What is at the top?_ she
wondered.  She was just... about... there...

Then Ken stopped.  Her eyes opened and she just looked into
Kathy's beautiful brown eyes and saw... great love and...
sympathy! _Sympathy?_ Marie wondered.  Now she realized that she
was breathing deeply to recover... _Recover from what?_ she
wondered.

When she was semi-relaxed, Sir Ken began again.  This time he
took her up the mountain faster...  And stopped.  Again, she
caught her breath, and he started again.  This time it was faster
still.  Now, she realized she was screaming -- and so was
Celeste.  Now all her feeling was in her cunt.  To her utter
astonishment, she found her fingers at her labia.  She was bent
over backwards, and was spreading her labia wide and begging Sir
Ken to play with her clit!  Marie could not believe it!

She jerked up straight when she heard Kathy say sternly, "Don't
you _dare_ touch your clits!  Any touching will be done by Sir
Ken.  Understand?"  Now tears were pouring from her eyes, but she
nodded and said she understood.

Now Marie realized that she was completely out of control.  As
many times as she had seen Lady Kathy and Sir Ken make love -- as
well as watching Hank and Jim on numerous occasions -- neither
Marie nor Celeste had any idea what it would feel like.  Except,
judging from the reactions of the participants, it must feel
wonderful.

Now, she was finding that it was very painful.  She had long
since lost track of how many times Sir Ken had taken her up...
and stopped.  Finally, when he stopped yet again, her whole body
was a mass of shattered nerve endings, screaming for some
release.  The girl screamed -- and could hear her sister echo,
"Sir Ken, please!  Release me!  Oh God!  Please!"

"I don't think you're sincere," Ken replied quietly.  Then he
thought for a moment and said, "I'll tell you what, though.  Lady
Kathy has not had a chance to shower after our lovemaking... 
And, in fact, her cunt is still loaded with her juices and my
spend.  Marie, I want you to clean her out completely with your
tongue.  And while she's doing that, Celeste, I want you to give
her a bath all over with your tongue.  When Marie finishes, she
can help you.  If you do a very good job, we'll see about your
release."

Then he looked thoughtful and just shook his head saying, "Of
course, we know you can't possibly cum, so I just don't know..."

Hearing his words, Marie dove between Lady Kathy's legs and began
to work on her slit with her tongue as if her life depended on
it.  Suddenly she realized that it did!  He was killing her.
_No!_ she thought. _He's making me destroy myself._

When she began, she heard Ken say to use tongues only -- no
hands, which must be held behind the girl's backs.  At the same
time, she could see her sister beginning to lick Lady Kathy's
forehead.  Both girls were still crying so hard, their tears were
dripping on Kathy's body, while at the same time, Ken continued
to caress their bodies, again taking them up the great mountain.

For the two girls it was utter agony.  Ken didn't let up, so
their tears were flowing in such quantities that they seemed to
spend most of their time licking up their own salty tears. 
Somehow, Marie cleaned Kathy's cunt -- she found the love juices
tasted wonderful, but she knew that from before.  Then she
started at the woman's feet and began to lick her way up one leg
and then did the other.  In the meantime, Celeste had licked off
Kathy's face and had moved down to her hands and worked up her
arms, even licking her armpits.

Both girls were screaming incoherently when they began to work on
Kathy's torso from opposite ends, finally ending with each
licking off one of Kathy's tits.

When she finally raised her head, Marie realized that she must
look like a fright.  When she glanced at Sir Ken, she was scared
when she saw he was just shaking his head sadly.  She asked him
what the problem was and he replied that they couldn't leave
Kathy's body wet.  She must be carefully dried using their long
hair as towels.

Both girls dove back down and did as he asked.  Finally Ken asked
Kathy how she felt.  "It was... adequate," she replied.  Then
looking at Ken with a puzzled expression on her face she said,
"But darling, there's something I don't understand.  For some
reason the twins seemed... distracted.  Yes!  That's it!  They
both seemed to be distracted by something.  Ken, whatever could
it be, do you suppose?"

He grinned and asked if the job the girls did was adequate enough
to earn them release.  In the meantime, Ken continued to play his
fingers over their bodies.  Yet he had never touched their cunts
in all the time he had been working on them.

Marie was utterly beside herself at this point.  Suddenly she was
struck with the realization that the torture in the square had
been child's play compared to what she was now going through. 
She prostrated herself on the bed and begged, "Lady Kathy,
please!  Have mercy!  Oh God, please."

Then Ken shook his head and said, "I don't know...  Girls, are
you really sure?  I mean, you will be our abject slaves.  Are you
sure you can take it?"

Then he shook his head and said, "Kath, I really don't think it's
fair.  I mean...  Slavery _was_ abolished by the 15th amendment
to the constitution..."

When they heard his words, the two girls utterly came apart.  It
seemed that they would not get the release that they needed. 
Suddenly, Marie realized that the word was exact.  The release
was necessary for her very survival.  She began to babble
incoherently about selling them to a sheik...  Anything!

With a small smile, Ken began to work on the two again.  This
time they just screamed with pain as he took them up the
mountain.  Suddenly, for the first time his fingers touched their
clits.  Instantly the girls had intense orgasms that were
mutually reinforcing because of the girl's ability to feel
intense sensations being felt by her twin.

Now Ken used the same sensitivity that he had shown in bringing
them to the edge of release time after time, to keep them in
orgasm.  The girls just wordlessly screamed as their loins were
in constant spasm.  Marie could take it no more and pitched
forward face down on the bed, although her knees were still
spread wide under her.  She realized that her love juices --
juices she didn't even know she had -- were pouring in a steady
stream from her cunt.  Their orgasms went on and on and on.

Finally, Kathy nodded at Ken and winked.  He winked back and
firmly pinched their two clits.  The sensation was so utterly
overwhelming, the two girls instantly fainted from a sensory
overload.

When Marie recovered consciousness, she was aware of the most
remarkable feeling in her loins.  Looking down, she saw Kathy
feasting at her cunt.  Raising her head, she looked over at Ken
who was licking at Celeste's.  Then the two quickly exchanged and
finally agreed that the two girls tasted exactly the same.

Kneeling up on the bed Kathy grinned at Ken and said, "Darling,
isn't this wonderful!  When was the last time you got to drink at
a virgin cunt?"  Ken just grinned back and shook his head.

Seeing that the two girls were both awake, she said, "Slaves, I
enjoyed the bath you gave me.  On the other hand, it was Sir Ken
who was doing all the work.  As your first task, give him the
same kind of bath you gave me...  But remember to dry off each
section with your hair before going on to the next."

The girls dragged themselves off the bed and began to work on
Ken.  Although he was much larger, it was so much easier now
without the constant torment they had suffered while doing Kathy.
 At the end, it was Kathy who settled an argument between the
twins ruling that Marie would clean Ken's cock while her sister
would lick his balls.  "Next time, you switch," she concluded.

While Kathy and Ken took showers, the girls went back to their
room and cleaned up also, after first ordering breakfast from
room service.

When the Carlsons came out to the sitting room, the table was set
for them.  They saw that the girls were wearing large white bows
on the back of their heads and, of course, nothing else.  Kathy
noticed a huge change in the girls' attitude, as well.  Their
eyes were gleaming brightly and their smiles were vivid.  For the
first time, she realized, the girls appeared to be genuinely
happy.  Moreover, they even sang while they served them in the
beautiful voices that the Carlson's had earlier discovered they
had.  Finally, while they were having their second cups of
coffee, she ordered the girls to sit at the table.

"You look... genuinely happy this morning," Kathy commented.

"Lady Kathy," Marie replied, "There is nothing more we can say. 
First, you saved us from death.  Today, you restored us to life."
 Then she shook her head and asked, "Please, though, in the
future, please be merciful -- just beat us with whips.  That was
the most excruciating torture I could imagine!"

Then she looked thoughtful and added, "It was even worse, though.
 In a real way, Sir Ken made us torture ourselves."  But then she
smiled the brightest smile Kathy had ever seen on the girl -- it
lit up her face and the whole room as well.  She realized that
the girls were truly beautiful.  Marie said, "Do you realize what
Sir Ken did to us?  He forced us down to the nether reaches of
hell -- I could not imagine a more horrible torture -- but then
in an instant raised us to the highest reaches of heaven!  It was
utterly glorious!  But beyond that, the experience he created
brought us back to life.  It really did.  Now, perhaps..."

"Slaves, on your feet!" Kathy commanded.  The girls jumped to
their feet, startled by her tone of voice.  Then she said,
"Marie, come over here.  Celeste, stand behind your sister." 
They did as they were asked.  "Bend your head down to me," Kathy
then said in a much softer tone of voice.  When the girl did,
Kathy melted her lips to the girl's.  Although initially
startled, Marie returned the kiss with all the love at her
command -- and that turned out to be a great deal.  When Kathy
eased away, she told Marie to thank Sir Ken by kissing him the
same way, while Kathy repeated the kiss with her twin.  Finally,
they all concluded that it was already a very eventful day
although it was not yet even nine o'clock.

Kathy went into the bedroom and changed into a golf outfit.  For
some reason, Hank had stressed that she should try to look her
best that morning.  Ken put on Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt,
then they left to meet Hank at the pro shop.  When they arrived,
there was all the paraphernalia of a major tournament allaround.

Kathy was standing looking puzzled when Hank came up and said,
"Come on, turkey.  You're going to be late for our tee time." 
Kathy looked at Ken who seemed to be taking it all in stride. 
She suspected that he knew a great deal more about what was going
on than she did.  They were going to play that day on the Village
Course again.

When they arrived on the tee, it turned out that they were in the
regular pro-am tournament that precedes almost all professional
golf tour events.  It was only then that Kathy remembered seeing
signs for the LPGA Kapalua Open, a major big-money event on the
women's tour.

Now that she realized that Jim Conroy was the host pro for the
event, it was easy to see why he wasn't playing with them. 
Because it was also a practice round for the pros, as well as
being a mini-tournament, the professional golfer in their group
was playing off the men's white tees.

Kathy was startled to find that she and Hank were, too.  The pro
was Judy Rankin who, Hank told her, was one of the top-ranked
pros on the tour.  Her eyes popped as she watched Ken's drive go
off the tee like a rocket and land over 300 yards out.  After
Hank drove off -- her usual 180 yards or so -- Kathy stepped up
to the tee.  Her ball carried over 230 yards and provoked a quiet
whistle from Rankin.  The pro's own drive didn't travel nearly as
far as Kathy's.

For Rankin, the day turned into a humbling experience.  Usually,
in the pro-am it was all she could do to stay awake while her
amateur playing partners looked for their balls all over the
course.  She had found that it was a rare amateur who could play
close to his handicap in the setting of such a tournament.

Today was very different.  First, it was obvious that the
Carlsons were very much in love.  They were constantly teasing
each other, but more importantly, touching each other.  Judy
recognized it as a shared physical need.  Hank Conroy, who she
had met on previous trips out to play in the event, behaved like
she was Kathy's sister.  Beyond that, though, the quality of golf
was utterly spectacular.  Judy knew that Hank was the Hawaiian
women's amateur champion -- she was very good.  Ken Carlson was
continuing to power the ball and in the intervening ten days or
so had started to get some control of his short game.  He was now
playing in the low eighties.

But Kathy Carlson was the amazing one.  Rankin could not
understand it.  Obviously, she was an incredibly beautiful woman.
 But when she hit the ball -- particularly from the tee -- Judy
thought she caught a glimpse of incredible muscles that seemed to
bulge for in instant and then disappear.

What she did know, though, was that Kathy Carlson was an
incredibly talented golfer.  The course had been manicured to
tour conditions and the greens were lightning fast. 
Nevertheless, Kathy might as well have been playing on a
miniature golf layout for all the problems the fast greens caused
her.  Rankin watched as she lined up a forty-foot putt.  She took
one look from behind her ball, took her stance and struck it
firmly.  The professional watched from behind in utter amazement
as the ball followed an 'S' track, curving first to the right and
then back to the left and finally dropped right into the center
of the cup.  For Kathy, it was another birdie.

When they got to the long signature hole, it was Ken's turn to
shine.  He replicated what he had done the first time he played
the course: a drive and a long iron put him on the green and he
sank his putt for another eagle three.  Kathy also repeated,
putting her ball on the green in two, and two-putting for a bird.
 Rankin was on in three and barely saved par, holing out a
fifteen-foot second putt.

As they completed the round, Judy Rankin was shaking her head. 
Instead of giving pointers on golf, she was picking up some. 
What utterly baffled her, though, was Kathy's completely casual
approach to the game.  It was as if she was just playing a
weekday round with friends.

When they finished out, Kathy led the group with a 7-under-par
65.  Judy Rankin shot a 71, while Hank had a 75 and Ken finished
with a 78.  After he made his putt on eighteen, Kathy launched
herself into his arms and melted him with a kiss, completely
ignoring the spectators who surrounded the green.

When he asked what the occasion was, she replied it was to
congratulate him on the very first time he ever broke 80.  She
was totally unconcerned about her own sub-par round.  Hank
disappeared to turn in their cards after first insisting that
Kathy sign hers, while Judy and Kathy went on into the ladies
locker room.  When Kathy was naked, it was all Judy could do to
control a whistle of appreciation.  The woman's body was utterly
perfect.  As they padded towards the showers, they met the Trang
sisters who were waiting for Kathy.

Judy was surprised because first, the girls were also naked;
second, they were absolutely identical in appearance; but third,
even though they addressed Kathy as Mistress, their eyes lit up
when they saw her.

When they reached the exercise room, Kathy excused herself,
saying that she was now at the point where she didn't feel right
if she didn't work out for at least a short time each day. 
Because of the tantalizing glimpses of muscle Rankin thought she
had seen, she asked to stay and watch.  As a professional
athlete, Rankin was familiar with exercise machines.

Her eyes widened, therefore, when she saw the weight settings
Kathy used.  When she started to work out, Judy saw in the first
instant that she had not been imagining things: the girl had the
most incredible -- yet invisible -- muscle development she had
ever seen on a woman.  Suddenly the tremendous power she had
demonstrated on the course made sense.

After completing the workout, Judy was again surprised when the
Trangs accompanied Kathy right into the shower and both worked on
her, first scrubbing her body, and then shampooing her hair. 
When they finally emerged, Kathy asked if Judy would like a
massage.  She explained that the sisters were extremely good.

Again there was a Bloody Mary waiting for Kathy.  Judy declined
but accepted a Coke while one of the girls worked on her.  Once
when Celeste turned, Judy got a glimpse of the scars on the
girl's back.  When she asked, Kathy explained who the sisters
were and how they came to be scarred.  By the time she finished
the story, tears were running down Judy's cheeks.

Just as the Trangs were finishing, Hank burst into the room and
exclaimed, "Kathy, you did it!"

"Did what?" Kathy asked, puzzled.

"You just qualified for the LPGA Kapalua Open!  That's why we
played from the white tees.  That's where you had to play from to
qualify."

She went on to tell Kathy to hustle.  In addition, she had won
the pro-am -- when her score and the group's handicaps had all
been put together, the Rankin group was the runaway team winner
and Kathy won the individual title in a walk.  Then Hank
explained that, even though technically the real tournament was
open, i.e., open to amateurs as well as touring professionals, in
fact it had always been professional only -- no amateur had ever
even tried to qualify.

Hank laughed as she told the others how she and Jim had, in
effect, created the qualifying rules.  She finished by saying,
"The whole thing became moot, though, Kath!  You had the best
score out there today -- by far!"

Judy extended her hand in congratulations and added, "Welcome to
the tournament, Kathy!"  Then with a frown she asked, "You're not
planning on turning pro right now, are you?"  Kathy assured her
she would not, then asked why the concern.  Judy replied, "Kathy,
it's nothing personal.  I just _need the money!"_

The girls all laughed and went out to the awards ceremony.  There
they picked up their trophies for the pro-am win.  Then Jim
Conroy came up to Kathy, picked her up off the ground, swung her
around and then gave her a kiss that started as a peck but ended
with a two-way flow of pure love.

When he put her down, he continued to hold her and looked into
her eyes.  Then he just shook his head and murmured, "Out of the
mouths of babes...  Kathy, you are beyond belief!  After
listening to my daughter, now I know what to look for and she's
absolutely right: there is nothing in your eyes but warmth and
the purest love and goodness..."  Then he grinned and said, "You
know what?  This is fun.  Maybe I'll even try it with Hank some
time..."

Ignoring his quip, Kathy said softly, "You'll see just much more
of the same thing, along with an intensity of love and passion
for you, James Conroy, that will melt you to the ground.  Jim, I
have never seen such a gorgeous woman as your wife.  You're
certainly very lucky to have her in your bed every night."

Then her eyes turned serious and she said, "I have never heard
anything more moving than Sam's story of Hank working on your
leg."  There were tears in the corners of her eyes as she said,
"My God!  I can still see it and feel it...  Jim, I'm certain she
was feeling the same physical pain you were.  Yet, at the same
time, Hank was doing the one thing she feared most in the world:
causing you pain."  With her eyes now very large and staring into
his she concluded, "I'm certain she would cheerfully have cut off
her own leg if it could have spared you the pain of what she had
to do."

"You're right, of course," he replied.  "And yet Hank
instinctively knew that nothing less would have worked."  He
shook his head and said fervently, "God, I love that woman!"

On Thursday morning after their lovemaking, Kathy, resting on
Ken's chest, grinned down at him and said, "Darling, will you
please take me one more time?  In my ass?  I really need it so!"
Ken just nodded his head, pulled her head down, and kissed her. 
Again, there was the flow of electricity and love between them.

When she recovered from his kiss, she scrambled off him and knelt
on the bed with her ass in the air.  Marie went after the oil to
prepare her anal ring, but Kathy called her back insisting that
she wanted Ken to take her dry.  Although skeptical, he did as
she asked.  Surprisingly, he was able to enter her without
causing her a great deal of pain.

As soon as he penetrated, Celeste, claiming it was her turn, slid
under Kathy's body to suck at her cunt.  When she did, Kathy
asked Ken to stop for a moment and insisted the girl align her
body directly under her own.  This exposed the girl's slit to
Kathy who found it was a wonderful combination of sensations: Ken
was fucking her ass and Celeste was eating her cunt while she was
eating the girl's.

Poor Marie felt left out.  Then she did the only thing she could
think to do.  Ken was kneeling behind Kathy with his hands
exploring her beautiful body.  Marie, using her new strength and
agility, climbed on Kathy's back so that she was lying on it
back-to-back.  Then she raised her legs and wrapped them around
Ken's neck bringing her cunt up to his face.

When he began to eat her cunt, she said softly, "Sir Ken, I know
you are a tit man.  I have a pair of very firm virginal tits for
you to pinch and squeeze.  Please?"

It turned into the strangest but most passionate round of
lovemaking ever.  Kathy felt like she was the meat in a sandwich
with Celeste beneath her and Marie lying on her back.  Curiously,
even the movement of Marie's back on hers added to her enjoyment.
 When they all reached their climaxes together, poor Celeste was
nearly crushed as all of the others collapsed on top of her.

When they finally untangled, Kathy was delighted to see a
wonderful new look of joy on the twins' faces.  They ended with
an exchange of kisses which for Kathy tasted strange as she and
Celeste exchanged each other's love juices which were still in
their mouths.

The evening before, Hank had told her to meet her at the practice
tee at ten o'clock.  When she arrived, Kathy was surprised to
find Hank wearing white coveralls.  She said it was the standard
caddie uniform, so what else should she wear?  Although Kathy
protested, Hank just dismissed her arguments pointing out with a
grin that Kathy still scarcely knew the difference between a
driver and a putter.

Kathy stuck out her tongue and said, "I do, too, smarty."  Then
she frowned and added, "It's the other clubs that confuse me."

After warming up on the practice tee, they went to the putting
green and then out to the Village Course where the first round of
the tournament was being played.  Kathy had created a problem for
the tournament organizers for two reasons: First, although
nominally an open tournament, in practice it had been for
professionals only; as a result there was no established method
for seeding amateurs into the starting field.  But her qualifying
score had been the best round of the day.  The result was that
she was paired with the two top-seeded pros in the last group off
the tee at eleven o'clock.

The tournament itself was funny.  First, Kathy protested about
Hank carrying her heavy bag but all the woman did was repeat what
she had said on the first day they met: she would have happily
carried Kathy herself around the course in her arms because of
all she had done for Jim.  Moreover, Hank with her quips and
little jokes kept Kathy very loose -- she really had no sense of
being in a tournament and hence no sense of being under any
pressure.

Kathy found she was having a lot of fun as they walked around the
course.  It came as a big surprise to her -- but to no one else
-- that she had a first-round score of 67 to lead the tournament
by two strokes.

One tournament high point came on the third day -- Saturday. 
Play was significantly slower because, although the field had
been cut to thirty-six players after the second round, the last
two rounds were being televised.  Saturday's round was also being
played on the Village Course.  That day the TV cameras caught
Kathy achieving one of the rarest feats in golf: a double-eagle.

It occurred on the signature hole, 525 yards.  Hank had been
teasing her so when she was going up to the tee this time, she
said, "Kathy, will you kindly quit screwing around and really
_hit_ the damned ball!"

By now her special clubs were very familiar in her hands and she
really felt comfortable addressing the ball.  This time she
really came around fast and unleashed her full power.  She heard
a loud gasp from both her opponents and from the gallery which
was now quite large.  The ball maintained a low trajectory and
then, with the small draw she had on it, landed and rolled.  The
drive was estimated to carry over 300 yards.  Her playing
partners were far shorter and had already hit their second shots
when Kathy finally reached her ball.  Hank estimated that the
opponents still had to hit good mid-iron shots to reach the green
in three.

Hank looked at the ball and its position on the fairway.  She
realized that Kathy had a perfect shot straight in to the green
and even had fairway and then a runway open straight to the flag.
 Taking out the 3-wood, she gave it to Kathy and said, "Okay, do
your thing.  Similar to what you did on the tee but not quite as
hard."

Kathy nodded, addressed the ball, swung and connected perfectly.
The ball took off from the grass, landed on the approach alley to
the green and continued to roll straight for the pin.  Even
though they were almost 225 yards away, they could see the ball
clearly as it ran across the green, hit the flag-stick and
dropped into the hole for a two, three under par: adouble-eagle.

The gallery exploded with cheers and Ken came racing, jumping
over the gallery ropes to pick her up and give her a kiss. 
"Darling, that was spectacular!" he exclaimed.  Then he pouted
and said, "But this is my hole, not yours."

"But darling," she explained, "this is a women's tournament. 
Since you can't play... I mean... Shouldn't we at least try to
keep it in the family?"  Ken just laughed and kissed her again.

On Sunday, the television network, ABC, was ecstatic -- but
puzzled.  Overnight ratings on Saturday's broadcast had been the
best ever for a women's golf event in spite of the fact that the
outcome wasn't in doubt.  Kathy had gone into Saturday's round
with a six-stroke lead and finished leading by ten.  She was just
running away with it.  On the other hand, the tournament had
received a big play in the press and by word-of-mouth among
golfers, all talking about the incredible amateur.  The
double-eagle shots -- which had been widely rebroadcast --
certainly hadn't hurt, either.

The result was the network expected even higher ratings on Sunday
and had flown its top golf announcing team out to Maui to cover
the final round with instructions to give this incredible amateur
all the air time they could.

The gallery, too, had grown, so the final round -- played on the
Bay Course -- had the largest gallery for a tournament in the
history of the state.  In the final round, Kathy's high point
occurred on the short par-3 sixth hole over the ocean.  Kathy had
come to think of it as her personal hole: She loved it and almost
always birdied it, usually leaving only a tap-in putt to make the
birdie.

On Sunday, Hank just gave her a club, winked but said nothing. 
Kathy took her club, but before she addressed the ball, she
looked around and softly whistled.  Spectators were crowded
around into every available space.  She had never seen such a
crowd in her life.  Nevertheless, she addressed her ball and
swung.  The club really felt good in her hands as it contacted
the ball.  After completing her follow-through, she looked up and
saw the ball in its high trajectory just starting to fall.  This
time it landed two feet behind the pin but with its backspin
rolled towards the pin, hit it flush and dropped into the cup. 
There was an explosion of sound from the gallery and Hank ran up,
grabbed her and gave her a big kiss telling her how spectacular
her shot was.

By the time the round was over, Kathy had shot another 65 to add
five more strokes to her lead, winning the tournament by an
incredible fifteen strokes ahead of the second finisher -- and
top professional -- Judy Rankin.  After holing out her last putt,
Hank took her in her arms and kissed her hard.

When she moved back, Kathy winked at her.  Although she wore
caddie's coveralls for the first round, on each successive day
Hank wore less.  For the final round all she wore were white
tennis shorts and a white tank top.  The TV cameramen and
producers had a field day concentrating their shots whenever
possible on the beautiful twosome.

Ken tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned, he lifted her
off the ground and melted her with the most passionate kiss she
could ever remember.

At the awards ceremony Kathy was presented with the winner's
trophy and then Judy Rankin was presented with a check for the
winner's share, $250,000.

As the group began to break up, Kathy heard a voice from behind
her say, "What's wrong with you, turkey?  That's more money than
you make for me in three weeks!"  Spinning around she saw Ali
Clifford standing there grinning.

With a yelp she leaped into the woman's arms and gave her a
loving kiss.  When they separated, Ali held her by the arms at
arms length and just looked at her while slowly shaking her head.
 "I think I'm going to ask for my money back," she murmured.

When Kathy looked puzzled, Ali said with a grin, "Kath, it's what
Ginger said to me when Bill and I returned from our honeymoon. 
Lady, you are utterly exquisite."  She shook her head slowly and
complained, "Why couldn't I have interesting brown hair, do you
suppose?"

Again Kathy looked puzzled while Ali shook her head with a
disgusted look on her face.  "Don't you ever look in a mirror,
turkey?  I have never seen such glorious hair with colors ranging
from light brown through gold to almost white."  Then with her
sunshine smile, she said, "Kathy, you're gorgeous!"  Then turning
to Ken she asked, "And this must be your husband, Ken?"  When
Kathy nodded, realizing for the first time that Ken had not yet
met any of the people from Clifford & Jamison, Ali stuck out her
hand and said, "Hi, Ken!  I'm Ali Clifford and I'm delighted..."

"You're Ali McGrath!" Ken exclaimed.  "My God!  Kathy works...
for _you?_  I saw you in Vietnam one time...  The things you did
to inspire the men... _all_ the men..."

Suddenly Ali's face dropped and in a low, almost worshipful voice
she murmured, "Carlson's Rangers...  Oh my God..."

With that she just dissolved into tears.  Kathy was stunned as
Ali turned, and came into her arms crying her eyes out.  Not
knowing what to do, Kathy caressed Ali's golden hair and made
soothing sounds which, for some unknown reason, just seemed to
upset the woman more.  Kathy felt hurt when Ali fought her way
out of Kathy's arms, dropped to her knees on the ground, wrapped
her hands around her head and just wept uncontrollably.  Kathy
and Ken looked at each other in stunned amazement.

Finally, when her weeping slowed and she began to regain some
semblance of control, Ali just slowly shook her head and said,
"I'm so sorry...  I just didn't know..."  Finally she raised her
head, and while still on her knees looked up at Kathy and asked,
"Can you find it in your heart ever to forgive me?  My God!  What
I did to you...  Just to have my god-damned little joke...  When,
in the name of God, Clifford are you going to learn...  Of all
the people to torture mentally..."

Kathy couldn't take it any longer.  Regardless of Ali's apparent
desires, she dropped to her knees and took Ali in her arms, using
her power to overcome the woman's resistance.  "Now would you
kindly knock off this shit, turkey?  What are you talking about,
anyway?"

Then she forced Ali's lips to hers and began to kiss her, working
her lips on hers while willing her love to be communicated.  It
was.

Finally Ali stopped struggling and just looked into Kathy's eyes.
 Again she shook her head and murmured, "Wow!"  Shaking her head
again she said, "Kathy, you are the most incredibly loving person
God ever created.  But why are you doing this to me after all
I've done to you?"

_"To_ me?" Kathy exclaimed. _"For me_ is a lot more like it.  My
God, Ali, you gave us the most magnificent honeymoon..."

"After torturing you unmercifully first," Ali interjected.  "And
that was after the most superhuman weekend and series of events
imaginable."  Now Ali slowly got to her feet, went to Ken, and,
to his surprise, kissed him with all the love she could
communicate.

Then she said, "You're the one who almost won it for us over
there...  By yourself..."  Then her face fell again and she
murmured, "Kathy-grams.  It's coming back to me now..."  Again
she dissolved into tears but this time she ran to Kathy's arms.

Ali was amazed at Kathy's reception.  Now Kathy understood what
Ali was referring to and was angry.  In a low but intense tone of
voice she said, "Now look, turkey!  This has gone far enough.  We
both know that three months ago I was the sorriest excuse for a
wife on two feet.  You saved Ginger and she saved me!"

Grabbing Ali around her upper arms she shook the older woman and
demanded, "Look at me!  Do you realize that I came within one day
of losing my husband?  Do you!?" she quietly screamed.  Ali was
forcibly jerked back to the present.  Kathy continued, "Want to
know something else?  Deep down I was hoping that Kapalua was a
torture camp or something.  Want to know why?  Because, Allison
Clifford, with Ken by my side I was going to thrive!  Couldn't
survive three weeks?  The hell we couldn't!  Now, today: Why in
hell do you think I won this thing?  It was to make Ken feel
better, is why.  With his love -- and I honestly believe he
really does love me -- there's absolutely _nothing_ I can't do!"

Shaking Ali like a rag doll she said, "Now, damn it, turkey! 
Shape up!"

When Kathy released her, Ali recoiled in shock.  Just then Kathy
heard quiet applause behind her.  Turning, she saw a man who
appeared to be in his mid-thirties but with premature greying at
the temples.  He looked at her and said softly, "Bravo!  It's
about time someone told her off."

Then with a smile, he took Kathy into his arms and proceeded to
kiss her thoroughly.  As he did, she felt love flowing to her and
she returned the kiss in the same way.  When the two finally
separated, both were shaken.  The man was the first to recover.

He murmured, "Wow!" and then said, "Hi, Kathy.  I'm Bill
Clifford, referred to by some as Ali's husband."  He studied
Kathy carefully and shook his head again saying, "Ali said you
were a beautiful girl, but that's like saying that the Matterhorn
is big.  It's true, but so ridiculously understated."

After introducing himself to Ken, the foursome walked back
towards the hotel.  Kathy asked Ali what brought her out to the
Islands and was told it was her performance in the golf
tournament and another business matter.  She whispered an
explanation into Kathy's ear.  When she was finished, Kathy
clapped her hands in glee and promised to ensure the girls would
be dressed and ready.*Chapter 22*

That evening, after having cocktails in their room, Kathy and Ken
went into their bedroom to change.  She slipped into the same
white dress she had worn a couple of weeks earlier, then went to
the closet, took out two dresses on hangars and went to the
girls' room.  When she entered, she found the Trang sisters only
wearing their bikinis as they were about to slip on their
uniforms.  Kathy vetoed the idea and laid out the two dresses she
had brought into the room with her.  They were light-blue silk
with chiffon skirts like the one she was wearing.  Although the
dresses had full backs to cover the girl's scars, the neckline
plunged down to their navels.

The girls didn't know what to make of it, but slipped them on
anyway.  When they did, Kathy realized that the girls were
innately very modest in spite of their behavior with Ken and
herself.  She assured them that their tits were now more than
large enough and firm enough to keep the tops in place.  After
they were reassured, Kathy spent time carefully brushing their
dark wavy hair.  Then, insisting that they sit still, she very
carefully applied lipstick and then put a white carnation behind
Marie's ear and a red one behind Celeste's.

The girls were puzzled, but all Kathy would do was grin and say
it was essential that they look as pretty as they could; with a
grin she added that the different colored flowers were to enable
her to tell the girls apart.

At dinner that night, Jerry Smith and The Swing Band were again
present and playing.  On this occasion Ali and Bill Clifford had
joined the Carlsons and Conroys at the same table they had
before: at the edge of the dance floor immediately in front of
the bandstand.

Kathy spent much of the time at dinner teasing the other two
women about being twins.  They were the same height and weight,
similar in age, and both were blue-eyed, golden-haired blondes. 
After dinner, Ali excused herself and went up to the bandstand
where she introduced herself to Jerry and asked if she could make
an announcement.  He winked and called for a fanfare.

When he had the people's attention, he introduced himself and the
band.  Then he said, "Tonight, we have a rare privilege.  As
those of you who were here with us a couple of weeks ago know, we
again have with us Ken and Kathy Carlson who are honeymooning
here at Kapalua.  I told you that night how Ken saved my life in
Vietnam.  Well, as I also told you, after being wounded I was
evacuated back to the hospital at Clark Air Force Base in the
Philippines.  It was at Clark that I met the person who is with
us here tonight.

"Vietnam was not a very popular war in Hollywood.  There were
some obvious exceptions -- Bob Hope, for example.  But a number
of the names -- Jane Fonda comes to mind -- were spending their
time in Hanoi.  There was one notable exception, though, and her
name is Ali McGrath.  Frankly, many of us thought she was
spending more time with the troops in Vietnam than she was in
Hollywood -- maybe that's part of the reason why her movie career
cratered."

While he was talking, Jerry took his wallet out of his pants
pocket and then withdrew a small slip of paper that was worn at
the edges and discolored -- obviously he had carried it with him
for years.  He continued, "You see, I was in the hospital when a
Hollywood celebrity came through to see us.  Now ordinarily, the
only people the patients see -- particularly those who are
confined to bed -- are the press flacks.  The celebrity doesn't
want to get his or her hands dirty and normally puts in an
appearance in the auditorium or somewhere for the benefit of the
staff and the few people who can move around.

"Well, not this woman.  You see, the celebrity was Ali McGrath."
Unfolding the paper he said, "She gave me this when she visited
me in bed that day.  It says, 'To Lieutenant Jerry Smith with all
my love and best wishes for a full and speedy recovery.  My
prayers are with you.' It is signed Ali McGrath."

Tears were running down Jerry's cheeks as he continued, "This
paper is tear-stained.  Why?  Because of what she had done just
before coming in to see me.  A young kid -- only nineteen years
old -- was dying.  Do you know what this woman did?  I have this
from the eyewitness testimony of a nurse who was in the room with
them at the time.  She stripped off her clothes and got in bed
with this dying boy.  Then she took his hand and placed it on her
breast while she just held him, crooned to him and kissed him."

Now the tears were interfering with Jerry's effort to speak but
he went on anyway, "That boy died in her arms.  The nurse said
what happened afterward was the most beautiful thing she had ever
seen.  This young woman tenderly closed his eyes, kissed him, and
then prayed over his body for the repose of his soul.  And you
know what else?" Jerry asked rhetorically.  "When that boy died,
the nurse said he had the most beautiful smile on his face she
had ever seen.  Why?  Because he was already in Heaven!  He had
Ali McGrath naked in bed with him, loving him."

Jerry shook his head and tried valiantly to clear his throat. 
Then he said, "All I can say about Ali McGrath is that if she
were to go straight to hell, there would not have been a single
American trooper in Vietnam who wouldn't go with her and feel
honored at being able to keep her company."

Then Jerry looked at Ali, shook his head and said, "Ladies and
gentlemen, it is an incredible honor and privilege for me to
introduce Allison McGrath Clifford."  Shaking his head again he
concluded, "There's only one thing I don't understand.  How can
she look younger today than she did years ago out there?  I don't
know, but I assure you, she does.  Ali?"

Ali's eyes were wet with tears when she took the mike, looked at
Jerry reproachfully, and said, "Thank you very much, Jerry.  But
I really wish you hadn't mentioned that poor boy..."

Speaking into another mike, Jerry interrupted by saying, "Ali, I
say again, you put that boy in heaven on earth: You were naked
and in his arms.  It was the most beautiful thing I have ever
heard of."

Then he smiled warmly and said, "Maybe that's the answer to my
question.  There are enough saints in heaven who are blessing the
name, Ali McGrath, and praying to God for you that it has made
you younger."  He looked at her and said, "Ali, I'm sure that's
what's happening.  Honest."

Then he added, "That last comment is also typical of Ali McGrath.
 You see, the Ali stories circulated by word-of-mouth among all
the troopers.  It seems that Ali spent almost as much time
keeping her activities a secret as she spent with the men."  Then
he looked out at the crowd and said, "I hope it's clear to you by
now how much that scrap of paper meant to me -- and still means.
All I will say is that if Ali asked me for anything, my answer is
an automatic yes, regardless of what the request might be.  And
that includes giving her my life!"

Ali just shook her head and said, "Good evening, and thank you,
Jerry."  Then she smiled her sunshine smile at him and said, "You
sure look better today than you did the last time I saw you. 
Between a bandaged shoulder and a leg that looked like the
doctors had been using an earthmover to excavate, you didn't look
too great."  Then she hopped up on the bandstand, took him in her
arms and sweetly kissed him full on the lips.

When she hopped down again, Jerry was shaking his head in
amazement and said, "Now I would have said that what you all just
saw was flat-out impossible.  You see, she has it exactly right
in describing how I looked that day.  Now I want you to remember
that when she saw me, she was still crying over the boy who had
just died in her arms.  Nevertheless -- and in spite of the
thousands of men she visited -- she really remembered me.  And
that was many years ago, besides."  With a brilliant smile he
finished, "Now I guess you see why we love her so.  Anyway... 
Ali?"

She smiled at him and winked, then speaking into the cordless
mike she said, "I'm here tonight wearing a different hat.  You
see, among my other jobs, I am the managing trustee of the
William Harrison Clifford Foundation, and tonight I'm here in
that capacity."

Looking around the room she said, "Would Marie and Celeste Trang
please come up to the stage?"

The two sisters didn't know what was happening but they came up
to the stage from where they had been standing in the back corner
of the room.  As they came forward, a man wearing judicial robes
also approached the microphone from the side.  When the girls
were standing in front of Ali, she asked, "Marie and Celeste, I
have heard that you very much want to become American citizens. 
Is that true?"  The girls were utterly shocked and could only nod
in unison.  Then Ali said, "Girls, it is my honor to present
Judge Thomas Driscoll, a justice of the United States 10th
Circuit Court of Appeals.  Judge Driscoll?"

The judge looked at the two girls and smiled warmly.  Then he
said, "Marie and Celeste Trang, would you please raise your right
hands."

The girls did and the judge administered the citizenship oath of
allegiance.  The girls were dumbstruck but were able to correctly
respond.  When they finished taking the oath, he took out a pen,
signed the two naturalization certificates, gave them to the
girls and departed.  The girls were so amazed, they were rooted
to the spot unable to move.

Then Ali said, "Girls, it has come to my attention that you are
saving all your money in hopes that you may be able to save
enough to be able to attend law school.  Is that correct?"  All
the girls could do was to nod in unison.

Ali smiled her sunshine smile and said, "Wonderful!  It is now my
great honor to award you both William Harrison Clifford
Fellowships.  The fellowships pay for tuition, fees, expenses,
room, board and incidentals for your three years of law school. 
You have been admitted as first-year students at University of
Southern California Law School in the class convening in just
three weeks.  Congratulations!  It couldn't happen to two more
deserving people!"  With that Ali jumped down from the stage and
kissed each of the girls in turn, then returned to the table and
sat down.  The girls were left standing at the bandstand.

Marie and Celeste looked at each other, then asked Jerry for a
microphone.  Marie acted as the spokeswoman for the pair.  "We
don't know what to say.  You see, two dreams of ours have just
come true.  First, we are now citizens of the United States. 
Second, we will be going to law school in just a couple of
weeks."

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she continued, "You see,
Mrs. Clifford is right.  We have been saving all our money for
school.  Frankly, we never even hoped we could go to a school
like USC.  It seems that the tuition increases every year just
about equal the money we saved in the same period of time.  We
were losing, in effect.  Now suddenly, our dream has come true.

"The first thing we must do is to thank Kenneth and Katherine
Carlson.  You see, as many of you heard a couple of weeks ago,
Mr. Carlson saved us from death in Vietnam.  Just a short time
ago they restored us to life.  Now Mrs. Clifford has made a dream
of ours come true."

With a grin she looked at Ali and said, "Mrs. Clifford, Mrs.
Carlson has told us so much about your law firm, Clifford &
Jamison.  For that reason I intend to specialize in tax law while
Celeste specializes in corporate law.  We have been told that
your firm does not have specialists in either area.  Moreover, it
is our intention to be at the very top of our class so you will
seriously consider our applications for employment in yourfirm."

Before she could say anything further, Ali was out of her chair
and running back to the stage.  Taking the microphone she said,
"Marie, nothing could possibly make me happier or more proud than
to have you and your sister join our firm.  Consider yourselves
to have standing offers of employment."

Marie just shook her head and said, "For those of you who do not
know it, Mrs. Clifford is also the managing partner of the law
firm of Clifford & Jamison, considered by most to be the finest
law firm on the Pacific coast."  Then with a grin she added, "And
it's all women, by the way."

She whispered something to Jerry Smith who quickly nodded, then
she nodded to Celeste and said, "I can't tell you how pleased and
proud we are right now.  We are now Americans!  If you don't
mind, we would like to sing a song for you.  It was written by
another immigrant to the United States who made good as a song
writer.  Although it is not his real name, he is best known by
his pen name, Irving Berlin."

With that she and Celeste began to sing _God Bless America._  It
was the most beautiful and fervent rendition anyone present had
ever heard.  It rang out as a prayer from the two young women. 
When they concluded, there was silence for a few moments and then
intense cheering.

When the applause died down Marie continued, "Many years ago, a
great American, Abraham Lincoln, said, 'A house divided against
itself cannot stand.'  Further, he said in reference to our
country at that time, 'We cannot long continue half slave and
half free.'  A great war was fought as a result -- more American
lives were lost than in any other in our nation's history.  The
result?  The nation was no longer divided: it was entirely free.
With your permission, Celeste and I would like to sing a song
from that period with the prayer that Vietnam, our native
country, will also soon be free..."

With that, the two girls began to sing _a capella,_ "Mine eyes
have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord..."  Although the
band had no music for _The Battle Hymn of the Republic,_ they
were individually very gifted musicians.  At first the drummer
came in with a quiet snare drum roll under the girls.  Then a
quiet trumpet joined in.

When they reached the first chorus, Jerry said softly into his
mike, "Please all join in on the chorus."

By this time all of the people present were on their feet and
singing, "Glory, glory, hallelujah..."  and yet in spite of the
hundreds of people singing, the girls crystal-clear soprano
voices were soaring over everyone.  When they reached the last
verse, there was almost total silence as the girls sang, "As He
died to make men holy, let us fight to make men free...  His
truth is marching on!"  By this time the entire band was into it.
 There was a blare of trumpets and a roll of drums as they swung
into the chorus with the entire room singing, "Glory, glory,
hallelujah..."

When the song ended there was silence for long moments and then
another thunderous burst of applause and cheering.  When it
finally died down, Marie said, "We would like to sing one more
song, if we may.  This we dedicate to our saviors, Katherine and
Kenneth Carlson.  It is a song usually associated with
Thanksgiving.  Well, tonight is our night of thanksgiving, and
particularly we must give thanks to them."  With that the two
girls sang, "We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing.  We
hasten and chasten his will to make known..."

When the girls finished, there was just another stunned silence
as the people soaked up the beautiful, heartfelt song they had
just heard.

As they remained in silence, Ken quickly got to his feet and went
to the stage.  He kissed the two girls lovingly and took the
microphone from them before they fled back to the corner of the
room.  He said, "A short time ago you heard from Jerry who met
Ali McGrath at Clark.  I also saw her in Vietnam.  I'll never
forget it.  You see, normally the Stateside entertainers could
only handle good weather -- and that's assuming they could find
their way out of Saigon.  Not many did.  Well, one day we heard
that Ali McGrath was going to be at a particular forward base
that was _never_ visited by entertainers.  When we heard she was
coming, we had less than one day to cover over thirty miles
through the jungle to be there but for my men, with the incentive
of seeing Ali McGrath in person, thirty miles was a piece of
cake.

"Unfortunately, when we arrived at the base, it was raining.  And
it just rained harder and harder and harder...  I was sure that
the evening was going to be a washout -- our forced march was
turning into a waste of time and energy.

"Then this beautiful blonde girl appears.  There was no band, no
supporting entertainers, no MC...  No nothing!  The rest of the
troupe -- if there was a troupe -- stayed inside somewhere where
it was dry.  But she comes out carrying a cordless mike and
wearing a poncho.  Do you know what she does next?  She strips it
off.  All she's wearing is a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt
which is almost instantly soaked.  She's walking in the deep mud
barefooted.  Do you know what she does?  She jokes about entering
a wet-tee-shirt contest and says she could normally never make
the grade because she's so flat-chested, but since she was the
only female for miles, maybe she could win one that night.

"It's Ali McGrath, of course.  What does she do?  She stays there
for three solid hours in the pouring rain.  I'll never forget her
jokes about her hair.  Of course, although her hair was soaking
wet and plastered to her head, all it did was to show its natural
wave even more.  The show?  There was no show.  All she did was
to go around with the portable mike and talk to GIs."

Ken shook his head and said, "A short time ago, Jerry said that
the guys over there would follow Ali McGrath to hell.  He sure
got that one right!  And he was also right when he said they
would consider it a rare privilege to be able to keep her
company!"

Then Ken grinned and said, "Would you believe it?  I only found
out this afternoon that my wife works for this woman.  She really
does.  At any rate, I would like to take this opportunity to
congratulate my wife on her brilliant victory in the tournament
today."  Looking at Kathy he said, "Honey, please come up and
take a bow."

Kathy came up and at the same time Hank Wellington joined them at
the microphone.  He announced that the resort -- along with
Lloyd's of London -- was presenting Kathy with a silver tea and
coffee service.  He went on to explain that the reason Lloyd's
was participating in the gift was that they insured Chrysler
Corporation which, in turn, had a standing award of one million
dollars to anyone who shot a hole-in-one on-camera in a televised
golf tournament.  Of course, Kathy had won, but, as an amateur,
could not accept the money.

At this point Ali yelled out, "Why, in hell, not!?"  Hank grinned
as the audience broke up in laughter.  Then he kissed Kathy and
disappeared.

Before Ken and Kathy could move, Samantha and Tommy Conroy came
up carrying a very large light-blue box: the trademarked
packaging of Tiffany & Company.  Sam was the spokeswoman for the
twosome and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Carlson, we have a gift for you.
It is from Tommy and me.  Please open it."  With that she gave
them the box.

Kathy untied the ribbon and opened the box while Ken held it. 
She gasped when she saw what was inside.  Reaching into the box,
Kathy removed a large, very heavy sterling silver tray.  On it
were engraved the words, 'To Katherine and Kenneth Carlson: By
saving our father's life, you saved our mother's, too.  This
saved our family and permitted us to grow in a household of love
and goodness.  This tray comes with the eternal gratitude and
love of Samantha and Thomas Conroy'.

Kathy read the words aloud, then gave the tray to Ken and took
Sam in her arms.  Kissing her with all the love she could she
whispered, "But why, Sam?  Darling, Ken and I love you so much...
 But it's so unnecessary!  And where did you two get the money? 
This tray cost a fortune!"

Tears were at the corners of the girl's eyes as she said,
"Because, Mrs. Carlson, of what it says: without you, there would
be nothing at all..."  Then she lifted her chin and said,
"Besides, it's only money.  What is that worth against what you
permitted us to have?"

Kathy then kissed Tommy in the same way.  As she did, she could
see Hank crying on Jim's shoulder.

Before Kathy could do anything else, Judy Rankin appeared and
took the microphone from Ken.  She said, "Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen.  I'm Judy Rankin.  I'm here tonight in another
capacity: as president of the LPGA -- the Lady Professional
Golfers Association.  You see, late this afternoon we had a
meeting of our board of directors.  Fortunately, we had a quorum
of the board out here playing in the tournament.  At the meeting
we talked about what has happened over the last four days.

"What's happened?  A gorgeous girl -- an amateur -- comes out of
nowhere and wins the tournament in a walk.  However, as the
highest-finishing professional, I won the winner's purse,
$250,000.  That's what we talked about," she said with a smile,
"How could I possibly walk around with my head up when I had been
beaten by _fifteen strokes!_  And I was.  The answer?  It's
simple.  We all move down one place on the money list.  I take
second-place money and on down the line.  But then what would
happen to the winner's purse?  That's simple.  It will go to
establish the Katherine Carlson Kapalua Foundation, Kathy
Carlson, managing trustee."

She grinned and added, "We tried to add a condition but our
attorney said we really couldn't condition a gift the way we
wanted to.  You see, we wanted Kathy's promise not to turn
professional for at least five years."

Then the girl shook her head and said, "You know something?  If
Kathy Carlson turned pro, it would destroy our tour.  Why? 
Because she's so damned good, she would just win every tournament
in a walk.  What would get the fans to come out...?  Aside from
being able to see her incredible beauty in the flesh, ofcourse."

Again she shook her head and said, "You know, it just isn't fair!
 Here we are out there killing ourselves while these two -- Kathy
and Hank Conroy -- are just out there laughing, joking, and
having a fine time."  Pouting, Judy said, "They just don't take
the game seriously.  Now really, you've seen enough golf
tournaments on television.  You see a golfer -- male or female --
spend hours -- at least it sometimes seems that long -- lining up
a putt from three different directions, feeling the grass, and
all that garbage.

"Kathy?  You've got to be kidding!  Take the last putt of the
round today.  First, she came closer to blowing an approach shot
on eighteen than she did in the whole tournament.  What do I mean
by 'blowing'?  Instead of being dead on the pin the way all her
other approaches were, she sort of pushes it and leaves it on the
green a full sixty feet away."

Judy just shook her head sadly and continued, "Now for a mere
human, that would have been a brilliant approach...  I mean, it
was from 170 yards out with a vicious crosswind blowing..."  She
looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged.  "Well, maybe
it wasn't really terrible...  Anyhow, what does Kathy do?  She
takes her putter while she's still laughing at something Hank had
said.  She's still giggling as she glances at the pin, steps up
to her ball and strokes it.  The damned ball runs like it had
eyes and dropped right in the heart of the cup."

Judy glared around the room and said, "And would you believe it?
This bitch was still giggling when she stroked the ball.  Now how
in hell can we persuade people how tough the game is, and
therefore how good we are, if Kathy can drop a sixty-foot putt
_while she's still giggling?"_  Looking disgusted, she added,
"How unprofessional!"

Then the tenor of her speech suddenly changed.  From joking, Judy
turned serious.  Looking out at the audience, tears appeared in
Judy's eyes as she said, "I have it on good authority that the
beautiful tray the Conroy children just presented to Kathy and
Ken took every cent they had.  You see, that was their college
money -- particularly Sam's.  Her mother couldn't talk her out of
it, though.  When she asked how she could possibly go to college,
do you know what this young woman said?  She said she would work
her way through as a topless waitress, a topless dancer, a
stripper, or all three.  You see, nothing could dissuade Sam from
making this presentation."

Looking at Kathy, Judy said, "Kathy, the money is completely
under your control now.  But if it were me, the first award I
would make would be a scholarship to Samantha Conroy for four
years of college.  What do you think?"

Tears were flowing from Kathy's eyes, but she managed to say,
"Judy, I think it makes all kinds of sense."  Looking at Sam, she
said, "Samantha Conroy, it gives me great pleasure to award you
the first Katherine Carlson Kapalua Scholarship for four years of
study at the college or university of your choice...  Assuming
some school will admit you, of course!"

Sam was thunderstruck.  Then she said very softly, "Mrs. Carlson,
would you do Tommy and me a tremendous favor?"

"Of course, Sam.  What?"

"Could... Would... Could you allow us -- Tommy and me -- to call
you Aunt Kathy and Uncle Ken...?"

Kathy yelped and took the girl into her arms and squeezed her
tight.  Then she whispered, "Darling, nothing could possibly make
us prouder than to have you as our niece and Tommy as our nephew.
 Does it extend to Kenny and Kathy?  Can I have baby Kathy as a
niece, too?"

The girl nodded quickly as Kathy poured out her love in a kiss. 
At the same time, Ken was wrapping Tommy in a bear hug while
telling him how proud he was and how beautiful and moving their
gift was.  Then they exchanged children and Kathy kissed Tommy
while Ken kissed Sam.  Finally, hand in hand with the children
they went back to their table.

Kathy was diffident until she looked into Hank's eyes.  The woman
said, "Kathy, you know what this means, don't you?  It means that
you are the sister I never had..."  With that Hank took Kathy
into her arms and squeezed as hard as she could.

Meanwhile, Jim was telling Ken that he was the brother that he
had always wanted.  He said softly while hugging him, "Ken,
nothing could possibly make me prouder than to have you for a
brother."  Looking into his eyes, Jim asked, "Ken, will you be my
brother?  Please!"

"Oh God, Jim," Ken replied, "Nothing could possibly make me
happier!"

The couples stayed at the table and spent the evening dancing. 
At one point Hank and Kathy were sitting alone and Hank suddenly
broke down in tears.  She said, "Kath, I didn't know what to say
to Sam about the tray.  As I'm sure you guessed, much more than
half the money was hers.  It was every penny she and Tommy had
scrimped and saved for their entire lives."

With tears in her eyes she looked into Kathy's and asked, "What
can you do?  What can you say?"  Then she broke down again and
between her sobs said, "Can you imagine?  She stood there naked
and cupped her small tits saying that they were growing and in
just a year or so she could work naked and make lots of money. 
When I asked her what man would have her as his wife, do you know
what she said?  She said, 'If Kathy Carlson can be up to her
elbows in shit, I can sure as hell work naked!  And if a guy
doesn't like it, he's not the guy for me, anyhow.'"  Shaking her
head, Hank tried to smile and said, "God, I love that girl!"

Kathy just looked into her best friend's eyes and realized she
was now her sister.  She said, "Sis, please don't worry.  Sam is
going to college.  We've just taken care of it."

"I know," Hank replied.  "But I guess it happened so fast, it
hasn't really sunk in yet.  You see, Jim and I were beside
ourselves.  We're in that terrible position that a lot of
families are finding themselves in these days.  We make too much
money for the kids to get scholarships, but not nearly enough to
be able to afford the tuition.

"Jim and I almost died when the kids told us what they were
planning to do.  But after saying that you were welcome to
anything we have -- including our lives -- what could we say?" 
Looking into Kathy's eyes, Hank's love was shining as she said,
"And I repeat: you can have _anything_ from me, including my
life, at any time."  Then she grinned and asked, "How about a
broiled tit for breakfast?"

Kathy replied by sticking out her tongue, shaking her head and
saying, "Hell, no!  You would probably just burn it."

* * *

The next morning Kathy was the first to awaken.  Without moving
her body she just stretched her muscles and felt the wonderful
sensation of Ken's warm masculine body on her left and Marie's
very smooth and feminine body on her right.  Then she squeezed
Ken's hand and moved her head to receive his good-morning kiss. 
Then with a wink at each other, they squeezed the girls' tits
that were cupped in their hands and said, "Slaves, it's time to
get up!"

Ken and Kathy had come to love the adorable girls.  The two girls
stretched sinuously and then looked at the Carlsons with big
smiles on their faces.  Marie, still acting as the spokeswoman,
said, "Good morning, Mistress and Master.  How may your worthless
slaves serve you this morning?"

Kathy looked pensive for a moment and then an idea occurred to
her.  She said, "I am going to have my breakfast.  Since our
master is a tit man, you two will let him fondle you while I
eat."  She moved quickly to kneel between Ken's legs and kiss his
now-erect cock.  Looking at the girls she said, "Raise your knees
so that your thighs are parallel to your Master's.  I am looking
forward to making you a part of my breakfast."

While Kathy worshiped Ken's raging cock and ultimately took it
slowly into her mouth to its full length, he was caressing the
girls' tits in the same way he had when they ended up screaming
for release.  Both girls looked at him with fear verging on
terror in their eyes.  He assured them that he wouldn't torture
them, but would play fair.  When Ken neared his release, Kathy
could tell from the way the girls' pelvises were writhing that
they were close to cuming, too.

Then she wrapped her very strong arms around each of Ken's legs
and at the same time encircled the girl's leg that was beside it.
 This effectively pinned the girls to Ken and prevented them from
moving their lower bodies.  Having learned that when Ken came
with his cock deep in her throat she tasted nothing, and having
found that she loved the taste of his cum, only the tip of his
cock was in her mouth when it began to spurt and unload his
succulent syrup.  At the same time the girls pelvises began to
shake uncontrollably as they, too achieved their release.  When
Kathy had swallowed it all and licked off his now-shrinking cock,
she told Celeste to keep her pelvis up high while she moved over
between Marie's legs.

Lifting the girl's legs over her shoulders brought the lovely
hairless cunt to Kathy's mouth.  Dipping her tongue, she tasted
the girl's love juice and realized that, as she had hoped, the
girl's cunt was flooded with it.  Using her tongue and the
suction of her mouth, she drained the girl and then repeated it
with her sister.

Finally, she went back and knelt up straight between Ken's
still-spread legs.  Licking her lips, she looked up thoughtfully,
then nodded her head rapidly and grinned saying, "I was right,
Ken!  Your cum tastes great washed down with virgin love juices.
It's even better -- and certainly much rarer -- than champagne."

Then her brow furrowed as she looked at Ken and asked, "My
husband, are you sure you wouldn't like me better with a bare
cunt?  Have you noticed how beautiful and clean the girls look
that way?"

Ken just glared at her and replied, "Wife, have you looked at
yourself lately?  Do you realize that your pubic hair is exactly
like the hair on your head?  It's curlier, of course, but it's
just as dense and even has sun-streaks in it.  It is positively
beautiful."

Then he looked thoughtful and said, "You know, I think I need to
demonstrate what will happen to you if you mess with that
glorious muff."  His voice took on a tone of command and he said,
"Wife, kneel beside me with your hands on your thighs.  Besides,
I think it's important that you understand the torture these poor
little girls went through."

Kathy's eyes widened but she instantly did as he asked.  At the
same time she thought about how incredibly attuned to each other
she and Ken had become.  Although neither had said a word about
it, the fact was that Kathy had been intrigued by the torment the
girls suffered.  For Kathy, it turned out to be far worse than it
had been for the girls.  The reason was that, as sensitive as Ken
had been to the girls, he now knew Kathy so well and so
intimately that he could not only bring her up to the crest of
release and drop her -- he did that numerous times -- but he
could also bring her to her crest and keep her there without
allowing her to obtain the release of cuming or even the chance
to regain her breath by letting her down.

After about forty minutes, Kathy was in utter agony.  She begged
and pleaded while tears poured from her eyes.  Finally she
promised to do absolutely anything if he would only release her.

Ken appeared to be thoughtful for a moment and then appeared to
light up with an idea.  He said, "The last time the girls gave
you a bath with their tongues.  Now, I admit that there are two
of them and only one of you.  Nevertheless, they're really small,
so I think both..."  Looking at Kathy and feeling his heart tug
at the look of incredible pain in her eyes he added, "Remember,
darling, they are both very hot and sweaty after cuming.  I think
you've already done a good job of cleaning their cunts, so all
you have to do is the rest of their bodies."

For Kathy it was the ultimate torture as Ken continued to hold
her at her crest.  For the two girls it was delicious as Kathy
so-carefully licked them all over being careful to get all of the
salty sweat off their bodies.  In addition, of course, like the
girls, she had to lick her tears off them, too.  Tears were
streaming from her eyes and dropping on the girls' bodies as she
tried to wash them.

She finished but was so tormented she couldn't even kneel up
straight when Ken told her to.  Her tortured muscles refused to
respond so the girls lifted her up.  Even then, though, she was
unable to keep her head upright.  It just lolled from side to
side as the girls supported her torso.  Marie looked meaningfully
at Celeste who raised Kathy enough for Marie to crawl under her
and position her mouth at the girl's love box.

Then Ken took his wife over the edge and did what he had done
with the girls.  He kept her in constant orgasm for over fifteen
minutes.  Meanwhile first Marie and then Celeste positioned
themselves to drink the succulent juices flowing from Kathy's
cunt in a steady stream.  When they had both drunk their fill, he
pinched her clit and Kathy was instantly out cold.

The three then had their fun with Kathy.  Marie and Ken took her
into the bathroom and gave her a bath while Celeste changed the
bed.  Then she joined the others and helped lift her body onto
the massage table where the two girls carefully oiled it with
musk oil and worked the knots out of her muscles.  After the
girls fixed her hair Ken carried her to the bed and laid her out,
then carefully covered her up to her chin.  They left the bedroom
and ordered breakfast from room service.

They were almost finished eating when Kathy finally emerged from
the bedroom.  The three looked at her brightly and Ken asked,
"Gosh, Hon, I didn't think you were ever going to wake up this
morning.  I hope you don't mind?  We got tired of waiting so we
went ahead and ordered."  With his eyes wide he asked, "What
would you like?"

"Kenneth Carlson, I would like my ass back!"  She rolled her eyes
and then went to the girls in turn and kissed them lovingly. 
Then she said, "I am so sorry!  I would have never believed you
could be in as much pain as you were."  Then to everyone's
surprise, she bent over Marie's knee, softened her buns and
asked, "Would you please give me ten strokes as hard as youcan?"

Instead, Marie just caressed Kathy's satin-smooth skin and shook
her head saying, "No, Mistress."  Then arching an eyebrow she
said, "You're much too eager.  I think you're becoming a
masochist, so as the sadist I am, the answer is no!  You'll have
to suffer without it."

Kathy got up and stuck out her tongue and then grinned.  Turning
to Ken she said, "Darling, I said I would do anything that gives
you pleasure.  Let me just tell you that this morning was as far
as I can go.  Next time, could we do something simple and
painless?  Like me cutting off one of my tits to serve to you for
breakfast.  A roast asscheek, perhaps?"

Then she sat across Ken's lap and just nuzzled and kissed
him.*Chapter 23*

At ten o'clock, Ken and Kathy met Ali and Bill Clifford on the
first tee of the Bay Course.  Of course Ken already loved Ali. 
Now he found he really liked Bill Clifford, too.  He had learned
earlier from Kathy that he was one of the richest men in the
world and was in his fifties.  Nevertheless, he looked like he
was in his late thirties, and Ken found that he liked him a great
deal.

Completely ignoring the men, Ali challenged Kathy to a $50
Nassau, a challenge that was immediately accepted.  Bill winked
at Ken and said, "Gee!  I'm glad my wife is rich!  Ken, how about
a five-dollar Nassau between us?  Fifty dollars!...  Wow!"  Ken
immediately agreed.

The golf -- with the women playing from the men's white tees --
was superb.  Kathy's five-under-par 67 ultimately beat Ali's
two-under 70.  For his part, Ken shot a 75 to beat Bill's 79.

When they finished, the two women went to the women's locker room
to shower and change.  There they were met by the Trang sisters
who greeted Ali with kisses as befitted their benefactor.  As
usual, Kathy stopped off at the weight room and worked out.  When
Ali looked at the weights she was moving, she quietly whistled. 
_No wonder she killed me on the golf course,_ she thought.

When Kathy finished, they went into the showers where Marie
washed Kathy while Celeste worked on Ali.  Glimpsing the scars on
Celeste's shoulders, Ali asked the girls to turn their backs to
her.  When she saw the degree to which the girls were scarred,
she almost threw up.  Finally, the two women were escorted to the
massage tables.  Marie presented a Bloody Mary to each of them
and then they began to massage the women with musk oil.  Both of
them were asleep lying on their stomachs when the girlsfinished.

They dressed and rejoined the men in the restaurant.  When they
were sitting around the table at lunch settling their bets, Ali
said casually to Kathy, "Of course, it's going to come out of
your year-end bonus..."  Kathy just stuck out her tongue and made
a production of carefully counting the $150 she had won.

Bill just rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I'm afraid it's back
to bologna for dinner for the next month or so..."  He grinned,
winked at Ken and said, "You two have cleaned us out!"  Then
looking at Ali he said, "Wife, how am I going to recover the
money you just lost?  After all, middle-aged wives are only going
for about fifteen cents a pound on the hoof these days..."

 Totally ignoring the fact that they were in the restaurant, Ali
unbuttoned her shirt, took one of her tits in her hand and acted
like she was weighing it.  Then she said, "That may be so,
husband, but I happen to know that tits are going for fifty
dollars a pound, and I'm sure mine weigh at least three pounds
between them, so..."

Everyone around the table broke up in laughter at her crack.

When they finished, they returned to their rooms and met again on
the path to the nude beach.  When Kathy shed her robe, Ali held
her by the arms and then stood back just to look at her.  Shaking
her head she said, "Carlson, you are utterly unbelievable!  You
have got to be the most perfect female the good Lord has ever
seen fit to put on this earth!"

Kathy looked at her boss and then ran her fingers through her
golden pubic hair.  Taking Ali into her arms she kissed her and
then said, "Next to my boss, of course.  Ali, you are simply
perfect!"

Even though they had been on the island for nearly three weeks,
the Trang sisters spread sun protection over the Carlsons and
then turned their attention to the Cliffords.  After taking a nap
in the sun, Bill and Ken took their wives on the beach.  While
they were kneeling between their thighs, Ali and Kathy were
holding hands.  It was wonderful to feel their husbands' cocks
reaming their vaginal canals while the two women clutched at each
other for support.

Then, after napping in the sun they all went into the water. 
Again, Ali was startled as her secretary powered through the
water leaving her in her wake.  She remembered how she had left
Kathy far behind in the health club swimming pool, but now the
situations were reversed.  Shaking her head, she was amused to
see how much like her and Bill Kathy and Ken had become.  The
girl's body was a masterpiece, but she cared only to the extent
that she was attractive to Ken and made him feel better by being
on his arm.

That evening, the Cliffords came to the Carlson suite for
cocktails before dinner.  Marie opened the door, naked as usual,
wearing only her large white bow in her hair.  After ushering Ali
and Bill Clifford in, she asked them to be seated on the sofa. 
An instant later, Celeste appeared with flutes of champagne.  Ali
looked at Kathy who just ignored the look as she and Ken sat down
beside the Cliffords.

Then Kathy said, "Ali and Bill, we're serving something quite
rare for hors d'oeuvres tonight: breast of virgin."  Looking at
Ali, Kathy's eyes widened as she asked, "You will keep it secret,
won't you?  Human virgins are now on the endangered-species list,
so..."

Ali just grinned and nodded her head.  The girls then repeated
for the Cliffords what they had done with the Conroys, kneeling
between them holding tiny plates steady under their nipples. 
Kathy insisted that Marie keep completely still with her nipple
engorged while she carefully spread caviar, chopped egg and
chopped onion on it, then bit it off.  Ali quickly understood the
game and presented her hand to Celeste to be licked off whenever
she otherwise would have used a napkin.

When they were finished with their cocktails and were preparing
to go to the dining room, Ali, who had seen scars on the girls'
shoulders in the shower said, "Please turn around and kneel." 
The girls did and Ali showed Bill their scars and saw them
herself for the first time when their bodies were dry.  They
showed in even starker relief now.

After a sharp intake of breath she turned to Ken and said, "You
killed those butchers, didn't you, Ken?  Are you absolutely
sure?"  When he assured her that the men who had beaten the girls
were quite dead, Kathy merely stated, "Good riddance!"

As usual, the sisters served the Carlsons and the Cliffords at
dinner in the dining room.  When the entree, _tournedos Rossini,_
was served, Ali took a bite and said, "Did the hotel just get a
new chef?  Never in my life have I tasted anything so good."

Although Kathy was looking at her meaningfully, Marie said,
"Mistress Clifford, Lady Kathy prepared the dinner tonight.  You
see, Sir Ken has been complaining about the very-ordinary food
they have been forced to eat here, so this evening she went to
the kitchen and prepared the food you're eating tonight."

Glaring daggers at the girl, Kathy said menacingly, "Marie!"

"I will be punished later, Mrs. Clifford," Marie said quietly,
"But it is worth it.  You see, the bruises on my buns have now
faded, and I do so like to carry Lady Kathy's marks on my
body..."

Kathy motioned the girl over and kissed her full on the mouth. 
As she did, she gave the girl's firm ass a soft pinch.  Marie
winked and whispered, "I'm sure My Lady can pinch harder than
that!"  Then she looked sad and added, "My Lady will have a
bruised hand again tonight."

When the dessert was served, Celeste wheeled a serving cart to
the table.  There, Kathy flamed crepes Suzette for the table. 
The crepes were utterly perfect.

At that point, Hank Wellington came up to them and asked if he
could join them for a few minutes.  Ken quickly introduced the
general manager to Ali and Bill.  He grinned and said that,
although he had never had the pleasure of meeting them face to
face, he certainly knew them and had had numerous conversations,
particularly with Ali.

When he was seated, he motioned to the wine steward who brought
over cognac snifters and poured Remy Martin's Louis XIII cognac
for the table.  Seeing it, Ali called over Celeste and whispered
to her.  The girl disappeared and then reappeared a few minutes
later with a cigar humidor.  While Celeste held it open, Marie
took out a Corona corona, carefully bit off the end and then lit
it.  After passing the lighted cigar to Bill Clifford, she then
repeated the process for Ken and Hank.  Moving to Ali's seat, the
girl lighted a light thin panatella and then did the same for
Kathy.  Ken had only had a cigar once in his life before and
Kathy never had.

Nevertheless, seeing Ali take one, Kathy did, also.  She decided
it was an utterly perfect accompaniment to coffee and the
magnificent cognac.

When they were all relaxing with their cognac and cigars, Hank
Wellington said, "There's actually a reason for my joining you
tonight.  You see, I had to quell a revolution in the kitchen
awhile ago.  It seems my executive chef resigned and I had to
talk him into staying.  The poor man was in tears.  You see, he
prides himself on being the finest French chef in the Islands. 
He has a diploma from the Cordon Bleu cooking school in Paris, is
a fellow of a whole bunch of other things...

"Anyway, the poor man was distraught.  It seems he has never
tasted finer food in his life -- most particularly including in
Paris and at the school itself."  Hank grinned and shook his head
saying, "To calm him down, I pointed out that he is still the
finest professional chef in the Islands.  After all, Mrs. Carlson
is only an amateur and just a guest at the hotel, so she doesn't
really count..."  Again he shook his head and said, "I don't
think I convinced him, but I was able to confuse him, so it's
just about as good."

He motioned Marie over, and whispered in her ear.  Whatever it
was he said shocked her, but he insisted.  With the greatest
reluctance she and Celeste brought over chairs and sat down at
the table while trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. 
The wine steward poured cognac for them, too.  When he glared at
them, Celeste poured two cups of coffee and lighted thin
panatellas for herself and her sister.

Then Hank raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a
toast.  To Kenneth and Katherine Carlson: You have been here at
the hotel not quite three weeks, but in that short time you have
turned the place upside-down."  He grinned and shook his head,
then continued, "When you arrived, I thought it would be nice to
assign personal maids to you, so I asked Marie and Celeste to
serve you.

"Three things have happened as a result: First, I'm losing my two
best people in less than three weeks.  Second, these girls, who I
thought were lovely, are now more beautiful than I would ever
have thought possible.  Moreover, where formerly there was a
constant overtone of sadness about them, now they just glow with
happiness...  No!  It's joyousness.  They are now truly joyful. 
Third, the revolution in the kitchen was not the first; it was
only the most recent.  You see, there was a staff revolution
because the Trangs were monopolizing service to the most honored
guests in the history of the resort."

Hank shook his head and said, "I was able to head that off by
pointing out the unbelievable torture these girls had suffered
and the fact that Ken Carlson was -- both literally and
figuratively -- their savior.

"But that's not all.  We are now booked solid for nearly a
year-and-a-half out.  Our reservations manager is in tears
because she's afraid we'll have to turn away some regulars who
haven't made their reservations for next year, yet.  Is that all?
 We should be so lucky!  I just learned that the prices of the
condos on the property have jumped at least 50 percent.  Now I've
got to supervise the construction of a substantial addition to
the hotel."

He shook his head and said, "As a matter of fact, why am I
toasting you two?  Why couldn't you be just two ordinary guests
-- the kind who check in, stay awhile, and check out?  Of course,
if you were, the level of service -- to all our guests --
wouldn't be running at such incredibly high levels.  The staff
has never been more proud of itself or more proud of the resort.
We're coining money for Pacific Properties."

Then with a grin at Bill Clifford he added, "Jim Duffy asked me
to tell you that the price of the property just doubled."  Then
to Kathy he said, "And he asked me to tell you that there will be
a big bonus check waiting on your desk when you get back to LA."
Raising his glass again, he said, "To the Carlsons: the finest
guests this resort has ever had or will ever have!  Your suite
will be available for you at any time, ever!"

Then he turned to Marie and Celeste who were trying to hide,
because they were so embarrassed to be seated with guests.  "As
for you two: What am I going to do?  I talked about you with Mr.
Duffy and he doesn't have a good answer, either.  However...  We
know that your legal residence is here at the hotel.  You are
welcome to keep your apartment for as long as you wish.  In
addition, of course, if you want to make some money during
vacations or the summers or whatever, there will always be jobs
for you here.

"Of course, Mr. Duffy believes that college graduates attending
law school are much too valuable to work as maids.  He thinks
that assistant manager positions would be much more appropriate."
 Hank grinned and added, "I agreed with him, pointing out that
managers are salaried, so we wouldn't have to pay you two
overtime, either."

Marie looked at him and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wellington.
 We both realize what an incredible gift you are giving to us. 
However, we must insist on being able to serve as personal maids
to the Carlsons whenever they return to the hotel."  She smiled
the warmest smile he had ever seen and added, "I am sure you know
that the difference in our attitude is a direct result of the
Carlsons.  Ken Carlson saved us from death and then over the last
few weeks they have restored us to life.  To say we worship the
ground they walk on is true but really so little."

At that point Wellington raised his glass and said, "Kathy, Ali,
Ken and Bill: I would like to offer a toast to the two most
courageous, most indomitable young women the world has ever seen:
Marie and Celeste Trang."

While the girls' eyes were downcast, the others drank the toast.
Hank motioned the wine steward to refill all the glasses.

With the glasses refilled Marie raised hers and said, "We would
like to offer a toast to the two most perfect people the good
Lord has ever created: Kenneth and Katherine Carlson.  To my
sister, Celeste, and I, the sun rises and sets in them.  They
have personally shown us a degree of goodness and kindness that
we never knew could exist on earth."

Looking at Hank she said, "A few weeks ago I asked if we could
serve the Carlsons on a leave-of-absence basis.  Mr. Wellington,
you settled much too cheaply.  You should have charged us
thousands of dollars per week for the privilege...  And it has
been a privilege.  You see, I have come to adore Lady Kathy, and
my sister adores Sir Ken.  We shouldn't say this, I suppose, but
the truth is that we sleep beside them in their bed each night."

Looking at Ali and Bill she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Clifford, you
were not here a couple of weeks ago when Samantha Conroy
explained the way the Kathy-grams worked.  You see, she realized
that Lady Kathy has so much love and goodness that the little bit
on each of her letters to Sir Ken was enough to inspire him. 
It's true.  Sam went on to say that he would surprise himself
with his achievements, all done because of the inspiration Lady
Kathy provides.  She said that if she could inspire him at a
distance of 6,000 miles on a piece of paper, it would be nothing
compared to the inspiration he would derive from having his cock
sheathed in her body."

Marie shook her head, held it up straight and continued, "She was
right.  I know this, first hand.  You see, each night I snuggle
as close to Lady Kathy as I can while she cups my little tit in
her hand.  With her infinite love in such close proximity, a
little bit rubs off... _on me!_  You see, I have finally realized
that Lady Kathy loves me.  She really does.  This is why I can be
confident that Celeste and I will excel at USC Law School.  Why?
Because with her love, we could do nothing else."

Raising her glass she said, "Please join my sister and me in a
toast to Kenneth and Katherine Carlson."  Ken and Kathy looked
down at the table top while the others raised their glasses and
drank.

Hank Wellington excused himself and the girls quickly left the
table.  There was a trio playing and the Carlsons and Cliffords
spent the rest of the evening dancing.  It was something that Ken
found he had come to love.  Reflecting on what Marie had said,
Ken concluded that she was right.  With Kathy in his arms there
was nothing he couldn't do.

When the music stopped at the end of the set, he tipped his
wife's head up and melted her with a kiss.  She had her arms
around his neck for support -- her knees had turned to water --
when Ken whispered, "Kathy Carlson, I adore you!  How did I get
so lucky, do you suppose?"

She looked up into his eyes and asked, "Ken, am I attractive in
your eyes?  Is there something about me you would like changed? 
Anything at all?"

He looked down and saw his wife as the perfect female form. 
Slowly he shook his head and said softly, "My darling, you are
utterly perfect!  I didn't think happiness like this was possible
outside of heaven.  Is that answer clear enough?"

She just pulled his head down and kissed him with all the passion
she could muster.  The flow of electricity passed between them
and they both just sighed with pleasure.

After their lovemaking that night, Marie said, "Lady Kathy, it is
time for my discipline.  Please be sure to hit me as hard as you
can."

Kathy looked into the girl's eyes and realized she meant exactly
what she said.  Marie lay over her leg and Kathy spanked her as
hard as she could.  After ten strokes, the girl turned around so
she could strike the other cheek.  When it was over, before Marie
could move, Kathy lifted her up, sat her across her lap and
kissed away the tears streaming from the girl's eyes.  Then she
kissed her on the mouth and moved her lips to communicate the
intense love for the small girl that she felt.  At the same time
Ken lifted Celeste up on his lap and did the same thing to her.

Finally, Kathy eased Marie away and just held the girl tight. 
Marie whispered, "Kathy, I adore you!"  Then she jerked up and
covered her mouth saying, "I'm so sorry, My Lady."

"I'm not at all sorry, darling Marie.  My name _is_ Kathy, after
all.  And you and your sister are only a couple of years younger
than I am.  And Marie...  I adore you, too.  I can't tell you how
much joy you and your sister have created for Ken and me over the
last few weeks.  My darling, as far as I'm concerned, the
greatest thing Ken Carlson did in Vietnam was to save your
lives."

Then she grinned and said, "Now I'm getting cold, I'm tired... 
Get your tight little ass in bed beside me where it belongs!  I
need a nice small tit to warm my hand on."

Marie just grinned and flipped over on her back in her customary
position.  Kathy melted Ken with another kiss and they turned out
the lights.  Kathy noted how full and firm Marie's tit felt, as
she drifted off to sleep.*Chapter 24*

During the last week of their stay on Maui, Kathy began to play
tennis with the Trangs.  As she suspected, they were both
remarkably well coordinated.  Since the game she played was
against the twins playing together, they quickly became very good
because of the way they seemed to share a single brain.  It was
like playing one person with two bodies, employing each one to
maximum effect.

When she insisted on massaging them after their match, Kathy
realized how perfect the two girl's bodies now were.  With all
their exercising, their muscles were now similar to Kathy's.  She
continued to teach cooking to Hank and to play golf with Ken who
was now playing steadily in the seventies.

She knew they were scheduled to leave the following Monday
morning so, after consulting with Ken and the Conroys, she made
arrangements to charter the same yawl on Friday to return Sunday
evening.  Even though she ensured that it was fully provisioned,
there was another idea developing in the back of her mind.

After casting off on Friday afternoon, they quickly cleared the
harbor and then headed straight out to sea.  When they were out
of sight of land, Celeste changed course and headed for the tiny
cove they had found on their previous expedition.  Once again, as
soon as they cleared the harbor, everyone shed his clothes.

Ken and Kathy along with Jim and Hank were lying on the fantail
soaking up the warm sun.  As they lay there, they watched Marie
talking with Tommy on the foredeck by the mainmast and then begin
to give him more lessons in lovemaking.  He was just verging on
puberty and had started to sprout.  Already he was taller than
Marie's five feet one.  His normally sandy hair was bleached by
the sun and he had the characteristic Conroy deep all-over golden
tan. 

The boy's eyes were wide as Marie took his hand and gently used
it to stroke her full tit.  Then she showed him how to tease a
woman's nipple and finally introduced him to her cunt, showing
him where the clitoris was and how to stimulate it.  He did and
kissed her on the lips at the same time.

The boy was exhilarated.  Her lips communicated the same love as
his mother's but it was different.  There was an overtone of
latent passion in her kiss.  Meanwhile he continued lightly to
stroke her clit the way she had shown him.  Moments later, he was
startled as her loins began to buck involuntarily and she
released a small flood of love juices.

Marie just kissed him and said softly, "You did it, Tom.  Now you
clean up the mess!"

He looked at her, not knowing what she meant.  Tenderly, she
pushed his head down towards her crotch which she raised up for
him.  Understanding now what she meant, the boy's head went down
and he began to lick up her love juices.  When he lightly bit her
clit, he was rewarded with another stream of juices as her hips
bucked in another orgasm.

When she was cleaned off, she pulled him up beside her, held him
tightly and whispered, "Thank you, Tom."

He looked into her face and was surprised.  There was something
in her eyes he had never seen before, but beyond that, it was the
first time she had ever called him anything but Tommy, so he
asked her about it.

Cradling his face in her hands, she slowly kissed him full on the
lips and then ran her tongue into his mouth where she could still
taste her own love juices.  There was even more in this kiss than
there was in the last.  When she released him, she said softly,
"Tommy is a boy's name.  Tom is the name of a man.  When you made
me cum, you became Tom."

Meanwhile her hands were moving gently over his body and she
could feel his early muscular development.  Although he had only
just reached the onset of puberty, his penis was already growing.
 Marie was fascinated to see that it was in full erection
although still only a fraction of the size it would ultimately
become when he matured.  The first traces of his pubic hair were
also beginning to appear.  She admitted to herself that the size
of Ken's cock frightened her because it was so large.  Looking at
Tom's, though, she found it both beautiful and fascinating with
its perfect shape and pink head.

Almost without conscious volition, she moved her head down and
took the lovely thing into her mouth.  She sucked it, then
removed it from her mouth, kissed the tip and began to lick it
like an ice-cream cone.  Tommy was utterly astonished at first,
but then he remembered what his parents did all the time.

He had been resting with his back against the mainmast.  Now he
changed position and lay on his back on the teak deck.  Then
using his developing muscles, he lifted Marie's lower body over
his face and began to work on her cunt again.  This time he found
the entrance to her vagina and worked on it with his tongue. 
Meanwhile, he couldn't believe the sensations he was feeling in
his loins.  His erection, the largest of his young life, was
getting even larger in response to Marie's oral stimulation.

While sucking as hard as she could, she was also manipulating his
balls.  Then she squeezed hard.  His pelvis involuntarily jerked
and he exploded with jets of cum in her mouth.  At the same time
he bit on her clit triggering an explosion of her own.  After she
relaxed on top of him while she regained her breath, she again
began working on him.

The idea had just occurred to her to drain him dry.  With the
combination of her mouth and fingers, she was able to get him to
cum a second and then a third time.  Tommy was finding he loved
the taste and smell of this beautiful woman's cunt and was now
practiced in stimulating it.  Finally he realized that he could
play this woman's body as if it was an organ.  On the third time
he came in her mouth, he nearly blacked out.  After biting her
clit hard, he realized Marie had gone limp on top of him.  She
was unconscious.

Easing out from under her, he leaned back against the mast and
reoriented her body against his own.  Now her head was on his
shoulder and his arms were around her body with her tits cradled
in his hands.  When she recovered consciousness, he reveled in
the feeling when she stretched and he could feel her very firm
tits move under his hands.  She turned her face towards his.

When she did, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her as
passionately as he could.  Marie just snuggled back against him
and asked him to grip her tits tighter.  Then, with her eyes
closed, she said softly, "Tom, in my country when a boy is about
to become a man, his father takes him to a woman who teaches him
about lovemaking.  As far as I know, there are no such places in
the United States.  I was very pleased to do it for you.  Did you
like it at all?"

He couldn't even speak, but he vigorously nodded his head.  A few
moments later he could feel Marie's body go limp as she just fell
asleep while being held in his arms.

Meanwhile on the stern, Samantha had rejoined her parents, the
Carlsons and Celeste.  She whispered, "Mother, what was going on
up there?  Why is Tommy looking like the cat who just swallowed
the canary?"

By this time Hank was stretched out flat on the deck with her
eyes closed.  Without opening her eyes she said softly, "Samantha
Conroy, that has to be the all-galaxy dumbest in a long line of
dumb questions from you.  If you were a twelve-year-old boy and a
Playboy centerfold came to life in your arms and then drained
your balls with her mouth while letting you entertain yourself
with her cunt, how the hell do you think you would look?  Tom is
in heaven right now, but heaven is here on earth."

Then she raised herself up on her elbows and said, "Incidentally,
Miss Superior, I don't think you'll have to worry about your
brother embarrassing you with the girls."  She shook her head and
smiled warmly.  "Can you imagine?  Compare Marie's body to the
most-developed sixth grader you know.  What do you think the
comparison would be?"

"But Mom, that's unfair!" Sam protested.  "Marie is a
perfectly-formed, mature woman; they're only starting to bud --
if they've even gotten that far."

"You're right, darling," Hank replied.  "She is a
perfectly-formed adult, isn't she."  Twisting her head to look at
Celeste she asked, "Does that embarrass you, Celeste?  Or make
you jealous?"

The girl replied, "You forget, Mrs. Conroy, that my sister and I
share each other's great pain or great pleasure.  That was an
exquisite pleasure for my sister and I enjoyed it with her."

While the lovemaking on the foredeck had been going on, the boat
had reached the cove.  Celeste had ordered the sails taken in
and, with the auxiliary engine engaged, very delicately eased it
over the cut in the reef into the little bay.  Then she ordered
the anchor dropped and backed down on the engine to set the
anchor flukes in the bottom.  To be safe, she maneuvered with the
engine and ordered the second anchor dropped, as well.  After
setting it, she shut down and started below to gather up their
provisions.

It was only then that Kathy laid out her idea.  She said, "Folks,
we're out here as sort of a back-to-nature thing.  How about
doing it right?  What I mean is let's pretend the boat is wrecked
and sinking.  The only things we have are what we can bring
ashore, swimming."  Looking around for Hank she said, "And Hank,
that includes baby Kathy.  Are you game?"

The idea was greeted with enthusiasm.  When Hank explained to her
little girl what was in store, Kathy clapped her small hands in
glee.  They took direction from Ken and each took an article or
two that they could swim with.  Hank got into the water and Marie
carefully lowered Kathy over the side.  In spite of being only
two years old, the little girl immediately struck out for shore
with her mother swimming the breast stroke behind her.  To Hank's
utter amazement, the little girl made the whole distance by
herself -- a distance of almost 500 yards.

When they were ashore, the men began by cutting saplings to use
to make a shelter, while the Conroy children started digging a
fire pit.  Kathy and Marie had brought tridents with them and
immediately swam out to the reef to see if they could spear some
fish.  They did, and brought them back and cooked them on an open
fire.  By nightfall they had built a lean-to that was shared by
the adults.  On Friday night, Kathy and Hank linked wrists as
their husbands plowed their insides. 

The following two days were the most remarkable of the entire
honeymoon.  In spite of the yawl being anchored only 500 yards
away, it was exactly as if they had been shipwrecked.  While
exploring in the jungle for a source of fresh water, Ken found a
waterfall coming from over 100 feet above their heads.  In spite
of being in the tropics, for some reason the water was icy.

When he reported back, Kathy was the first one to take a
freshwater shower in the falling water.  Ken watched as she
walked in and just stood in the frigid water in spite of the
goose bumps appearing on her skin.  When she finally came out,
she was shaking from the cold.  He wrapped her in his arms and
just held her tight, feeling her body shake.

When she had warmed up, she just raised her face and he gave her
the most passionate kiss she could remember.  Smiling up at him
she said, "Ken, darling, help me get warm again.  Fuck me,
please."

He grinned, picked her up in his arms, carried her back to the
beach, lay her down and tried his best to fuck her ass off.

On Saturday morning, they heard a screaming in the jungle.  Since
Ken had set snares, he followed the sound and found a wild boar
caught in one of them.  When he and Jim carried it back to the
beach, Kathy took one look, set up a tripod to hang it from, slit
the boar's throat and gutted it, giving some of its internal
organs to the older Conroy children to use for fish bait.  With
help from Jim and Ken she finally set up a spit and asked Tommy
and Kenny to take turns turning it.

On Saturday afternoon they had the most magnificent roast pig
anyone could ever remember eating.  Even little Kathy made
herself useful by finding leaves of an appropriate size and shape
to serve as plates.

Late Saturday afternoon, while Sam and Tommy were with their
younger siblings, Jim and Ken emerged from the water where they
had been spearing shellfish for dinner.  They found their wives
side by side on the beach holding hands.  Their legs were spread
wide while Marie and Celeste worked on them.  Using two shells as
tweezers the girls were working on the women's pubic hair,
pulling out everything except the dense curly bush each had above
her cunt.  They had already worked on the labia, painfully
pulling out every stray hair to leave a hairless area on each
side of their slits.

It was apparent to Ken from the tears rolling down their cheeks,
coupled with the intensity with which the women were gripping
each other's wrist, that it must be terribly painful.  The two
men remained out of their wives' sight line and watched as the
Vietnamese girls finished up.  Finally they put their weight back
on their heels and admired their handiwork.

The two women sat up and carefully studied themselves and each
other.  Then Kathy asked, "Hank, do you think Ken will like it? 
I think it looks pretty neat."

"Ken thinks his wife is the most beautiful thing on two legs --
with or without a couple of stray pubic hairs," he said, dropping
to his knees beside her.  Taking her into his arms he asked,
"Why, Kathy?  Jim and I could see that you and Hank were in
agony.  Why did you do it?"

She melted her lips against his in a kiss that was loaded with
passion.  With her eyes still glazed she asked, "Do you remember
Sam's story about Hank and the salt and pepper?  Darling, the
object is to be more attractive to you in any way I possibly can.
 If it causes me a little pain, that's the price I pay."

"What if I wanted to brand my initials on your body?" Ken asked
with his face impassive.  When he did, Marie and Celeste looked
meaningfully at each other.

"Where would you like them, darling?" she asked.  "How big do you
want them to be?"

Ken took his wife in his arms and held her tightly.  Then Kathy
could feel a wetness on her cheeks and moved away so she could
look at him.  When she did, she found that he was crying. 
"What's wrong, my darling?" she asked.

With tears continuing to roll down his cheeks Ken just shook his
head and said, "You would do it, wouldn't you?  Just because I
thought it might be intriguing.  You would mark yourself for life
just for that?"

Looking puzzled, Kathy just replied, "Of course."

"Darling, _don't you dare!"_ Ken exclaimed.  "I adore you just
the way you are...  And you make me feel so humble in the
presence of your love, that I can't stand it.  Darling, I'm not
worthy..."

"You are worthy of anything I can possibly do for you, Kenneth
Carlson, and don't you dare forget it!" she interjected.  "You
are my life in the same way Jim is Hank's.  I can't live without
you, my darling.  I really cannot."  Then with a little smile she
asked, "Now would you please try out my newly neatened-up cunt?"

"But honey," he protested, "it's still in agony.  You couldn't
possibly..."

"My darling," Kathy interjected, "Ginger told me about a time
when her asshole was stretched to three times its normal size and
hurt so much she couldn't sit down.  Her cunt was so sore she
couldn't touch it, and her throat hurt so much she couldn't eat.
It was all from taking Charley inside her, of course.  She told
me how she tried to determine which way she should take Charley
first -- the answer being the way in which the pain wouldn't be
so great that she would pass out.

"You see, it was only a question of the first time because after
he was inside her, the pleasure he created drowned out any amount
of pain.  She did take him all three ways that night, too."  Then
with a little grin she said, "Darling Ken, you could consider it
to be an anaesthetic fuck.  I need it to kill the pain."

By this time Ken's cock was at full erection.  Kissing her as
passionately as he could, he entered her.  Despite her one
involuntary scream of pain, in moments it was forgotten as her
passion and joy mounted with Ken moving inside her.

On Saturday night, Kathy noted that Marie was sleeping beside
Tommy.  The boy had spent hours that day with some dried palm
leaves he had found.  Using one of the knives, he had cut it into
strips, carefully wove it into a band, and formed it as a
bracelet that he gave to Marie.  That night, with the Carlsons
and the Conroy adults sleeping beside each other, Marie slept in
Tom Conroy's arms wearing his bracelet on her wrist.

On Sunday morning, the Carlsons and the Conroys went spear
fishing near the reef, looking for a dinner.  They planned on
leaving the island after lunch to return to Kapalua.  While they
were gone, Marie and Celeste stayed ashore to prepare the fire
and to look after Kenny and little Kathy.

When the others were well away from the beach and away from the
anchored boat, Marie swam out to it, retrieved something she had
brought with her, and swam back to shore.  By the time she
returned, her sister had the fire banked to packed coals which
were now glowing red hot.  Marie put the end in the fire and went
off to play with the children.  As she did, she worked them
farther and farther away from the fire, then started to build a
sand castle with them.  When they were engrossed in their task,
she quickly slipped back to the fire.

When she returned Celeste asked, "Let me go first.  Please?"

Marie nodded and then took the poker from the fire.  It was a
branding iron with its head now glowing red hot.  Celeste took a
piece of leather and put it between her teeth, then rolled on her
left side exposing her right flank.  Then she nodded but kept her
eyes open as Marie applied the iron to her body.  There was a
sizzle and the smell of cooking meat as Marie pressed it down
hard.

They had agreed they wanted their brands in deep relief. 
Actually they had spent a bit of time alone determining exactly
where they wanted to place them.  They agreed that they should be
branded on the side closest to the Carlson against whom they
slept, and in a location that would show when wearing a bikini. 
When Marie saw her sister's eyes glaze over from the pain, she
withdrew the iron and quickly put it back in the fire to reheat.

Looking at her sister, she could see involuntary tears caused by
the excruciating pain flowing from her eyes.  Marie took the
leather from her sister and found another spot to bite on. 
Although it was a piece of what had been a heavy leather belt,
her sister had nearly bitten completely through it, but still had
not made a sound.

Glancing over at the children, they saw they were still engrossed
in their sand castle.  Marie and her sister exchanged places and
Celeste retrieved the iron from the coals, then winked and
applied it to her sister's left flank.  Marie watched as smoke
rose from her flank and she could smell her own flesh burning. 
Her sister pressed down hard driving the branding iron deep.

In spite of all the advance mental preparation, nothing could
really prepare her for the agonizing pain.  When it was over,
Marie fainted.  Celeste put the branding iron in the water and
they listened as the steam rose from the red-hot iron.  When it
had cooled sufficiently, she glanced at her sister and swam out
to the boat and put it away.

When she returned, Marie was struggling to her feet.  Then she
went into the water to use it to get some relief from the
terrible pain.  Finally she emerged and the two girls compared
their brands.  They concluded that they had been successful.  Now
each carried the initials, K C, burned deeply into their flesh. 
Marie swallowed hard, then limped down the beach to where the
children were playing.  The girls had decided that as long as
they were kneeling in the sand, it was unlikely the children
would notice anything, and it turned out that they did not. 
Meanwhile, Celeste hobbled into the jungle to get a few more
things for dinner.

When they saw Kathy and Hank racing for shore -- evidently the
women were racing each other -- they moved slowly to the water's
edge to greet them and to try to prevent the women from seeing
them limping.  Marie and Celeste had already found out that, try
as they might, it was impossible for either of them to walk
normally.  The fire that seemed still to be burning in their
flanks prevented it.

As Marie expected, Kathy won easily.  She was standing in
shin-deep water waiting for Hank with her back up straight, and
her breasts sticking out proudly from a golden body that would
have inspired any artist who ever lived.  Kathy gave Hank a hand
and helped her up, and then they waded ashore together.  Marie
thought that Kathy at that instant was the most perfect female in
the world as the two began to run in the water as soon as it was
shallow enough, laughing as they did.

Kathy looked at the girls and knew in an instant that something
was wrong.  She ran to them, and when they moved together, she
said, "Marie, please come here right now.  Alone!"

The girl moved as carefully as she could, but with the first step
she took, Kathy saw the limp.  When she reached her, Kathy
dropped to her knees and looked at the girl's left flank.  When
she saw the still-fiery brand she gasped, "Oh, my God!  Hank,
come quickly!"

Kathy saw the initials, K C, branded deeply into the girl's
flank.  She looked up and said, "Marie, what have you done!?" 
Looking at Celeste, she said, "And you come over here, too!"

To her surprise, Marie stood up as straight as she could and said
defiantly, "Celeste and I have branded the initials of the people
we love and cherish most in the whole world on our bodies!  And,
Lady Kathy, if you don't shut up, we will do it again, but on our
breasts next time!"

Kathy was on her knees looking up at the girl in amazement.  "But
why, darling?  Why did you do it?"

"Because we each carry dozens of scars inflicted on us by people
who were intent on torturing us to death.  Since we will carry
those scars to our death, we decided we wanted permanent marks of
the people we love the most: you and Sir Ken."

Suddenly, the girl just dropped to her knees and began to cry,
"Oh, Kathy, it hurts so much!"

Kathy took the girl in her arms and hugged her tightly, while she
caressed the girl's wavy hair.  Meanwhile, Hank had gathered
Celeste into her arms.  Kathy whispered, "I'm going out to the
boat and get the first-aid kit.  I'm sure we're carrying some
burn ointment..."

"You will not!" the girl exclaimed.  Looking into Kathy's eyes
the girl said, "Lady Kathy, if we only wanted permanent marks, we
could have been tattooed.  Rather, we want to feel the pain,
knowing it signifies in a tiny way how important you and Sir Ken
are to us."

Then with tears flowing from her eyes she said, "Please forgive
me for crying out."  With a wry little grin she added, "It shows
how soft we have become since coming to the United States. 
Neither of us made a sound while we were having the flesh
stripped off our backs with bull whips.  That hurt much more." 
With pleading in her eyes she said, "Will Milady forgive me for
crying out?  Please?"

Now it was Kathy who began to cry.  She held the girl tightly and
said in a husky whisper, "My darling Marie, you are so good and
so brave!  It makes Ken and me feel so humble..."

The girl looked at Kathy and asked, "Lady Kathy, could you help
me to my feet?  I'm afraid I'm not as brave as I once was..."

Kathy helped her up, and then went to Celeste and repeated her
words.  When the men came out of the water, they didn't believe
what had happened, but both gasped when they saw the size of the
letters -- about three-quarters of an inch high -- and the depth
to which they had been burned in.  The two girls went into the
water and stayed in it up to their waists for a while.  It seemed
that the salt water, even though not cold, did ease the pain.

The last word was Marie's to Kathy: "It is sort of interesting,
though.  It smells exactly like a steak barbecuing."  Then with a
little grin she asked, "I wonder if it would taste like a
barbecued steak?"

* * *

When they returned to Kapalua, it was for the last night of their
stay.  Kathy asked Marie to call down for reservations for four
for dinner after determining that the girls were able to sit
down.  Marie just shook her head and said that she and Celeste
had special plans for the Carlsons' last dinner.  She served
champagne to them while Celeste prepared a table in a rather
strange way.  First, the table itself was only about one foot off
the floor.  But in addition, Kathy could make no sense of the
arrangement of the dishes on it.  Finally, with a smile, Marie
said it was essential for the Carlsons to be naked.

Kathy and Ken disappeared into the bedroom and returned moments
later nude.  When they came out, Marie was certain they were the
most physically perfect couple in the world.  After nearly four
weeks on the island, they both had deep golden tans.  Because of
all the exercise, their muscles were solid and they both moved
like trained athletes which, indeed, they were.

Kathy was skeptical when Marie told her to kneel with her knees
spread wide at the end of the table.  As soon as she did, Celeste
carefully adjusted the positions of some of the dishes placed on
it.  Kathy couldn't figure out what they were doing.  Then Marie,
looking very solemn, told Ken to kneel between Kathy's widespread
legs.  When he did, he wrapped his arms around Kathy and squeezed
her very firm breasts.  Kathy sighed and said that if he kept it
up, she would want him to go farther, but it was time to eat.

Now Marie grinned and said, "But that's the whole idea.  We want
him to go farther, too.  In fact, we wish Sir Ken to take you
from the rear, dog style.  It's a position we have never seen you
use."

"But I'll go face down in all the food!" Kathy protested.

"You sure will, won't you?" the girls said in unison.  "At least
we hope you do!"  Suddenly the positions of the dishes made sense
in a very funny way to Kathy.  Her pubic hair would be in one,
her stomach in another, her tits in two more, while her face
would land in the one farthest away.  When she leaned over, they
said, "Lady Kathy, there's one more thing.  You must keep your
hands at your sides.  You cannot use them for support."

Kathy leaned over with her torso parallel to the floor, but
before she did she grinned and said, "I take back every nice
thing I ever said about you two.  I hate you both!"

When she leaned over, it exposed her cunt to Ken's cock.  He
dipped it into her wet sheath and then eased into her.  By now
they had become so accustomed to each other, and Kathy's cunt had
enlarged to such a degree, he was able to just slowly slide it in
to its full length.  Kathy, as the girls expected, tried to play
the game and keep her body off the table.  But as he moved inside
her, first her cunt, and then her belly went into the food.  By
the time he had her in continuous orgasm, Kathy's tits went into
the plates.  By now she just didn't care.  All she cared about
was the marvelous feeling Ken was creating in her cunt.  When he
finally exploded inside her, as usual Kathy lost consciousness,
dropping her face into the farthest dish.

Marie checked quickly to ensure she could still breathe.  Then
the two girls lifted Kathy out of the plates and lay her on the
floor on her back.  When she was stretched out, Marie said, while
barely able to control her giggles, "Sir Ken, your dinner is
ready!  You start at the face and work down."

Laughing, Ken did just that.  He licked the food off Kathy's face
and realized it was an appetizer of some sort.  While he was
eating the food adhering to her tits, he realized it was a main
course as was the food on her belly.  By this time Kathy had
regained consciousness but had not moved.  He thought it was very
funny trying to eat while Kathy's body was shaking with her
giggles.

He reached her cunt, and Marie told him to place Lady Kathy's
legs over his shoulders.  When he did, Celeste appeared with a
whipped-cream dispenser, shook it, and spread it the length of
Kathy's slit.  Although she didn't know it, it was exactly what
Ken had done weeks earlier in Los Angeles.  Doing the same thing
that he had done, she built up twin mounds of whipped cream and
carefully placed cherries at the top of each, all the while Kathy
was screaming that the whipped cream was so cold.

He licked it all up and finally Marie told Kathy she could get
up.  When she did, she looked at Marie and asked, "But what about
my dinner?"

Looking very innocent, Marie took Ken's huge scrotum in both
hands and said, "But Lady Kathy, it's right here.  All you have
to do is get it."

Kathy grinned and stuck out the tip of her tongue.  Then looking
at Ken she said, "My poor darling!  I'm very hungry tonight, Ken,
so I'm afraid I'm going to have to drain you dry if I hope to get
enough to eat."  That night she almost did.

Later when they went to bed, in spite of the Carlsons' protests,
Marie and Celeste insisted on snuggling as close as possible. 
That was when Kathy realized that the location of the brands
would place them in contact with both Ken and her. 
Notwithstanding, that is what the girls insisted upon and that is
what happened.*Chapter 25*

It was six o'clock when Kathy and Ken got off the plane in Los
Angeles.  All their clothes and equipment was either being stored
at Kapalua or packed up by the girls and shipped home.  They were
among the first passengers off the plane and through security. 
Since there was no baggage, they were ready to go.  Kathy saw
Fred standing off to the side and ran to him.

When she went to give him a kiss, he just held her arms and said,
"Let me look at you!"  Then he shook his head and said, "I didn't
think it was possible, Mrs. Carlson, but you are even more
beautiful than Ali!"

"Thank you, Mr. Clark," she replied formally.  That's very kind
of you to say.

He grinned -- a very rare occurrence for Fred Clark -- and said,
"Kathy, you're a dream!"

She kissed him on the lips and let her love flow.

When she eased away, he sounded out of breath as he said, "That's
not fair!  My God!  I still have to drive you home."  Then with
the warmest smile Kathy had ever seen he said, "Kathy, I feel
intoxicated by your love.  That was the sweetest, most loving
kiss I could possibly imagine."

Kathy then introduced Ken who had been standing nearby, just
watching.  When she did, Fred said, "Mr. Carlson, you are a very
lucky man to have the love of this woman.  And sir, I can tell
you that to Kathy Carlson, the sun rises and sets in you.  From
what I have heard, sir, you are deserving of her love, and that
makes you both incredibly rare and incredibly fortunate."

"Mr. Clark..."

Looking upset, he said, "Oh, no!  It's Fred, sir."

"Kathy has told me about you, Fred," Ken said with a grin.  "And
if you insist on calling me Mr. Carlson, I insist on calling you
Mr. Clark."  Then sticking out his hand, Ken said, "Fred, I'm
delighted to meet you at long last.  Kathy says you're the
warmest, most thoughtful person alive, and that's plenty good
enough for me!"

Fred blushed bright red at Kathy's compliment but shook hands
firmly with Ken and led them to the car.

As he held the door open he said, "Kathy, I don't go for those
fruit concoctions they serve on the Islands.  Since you and Ken
are now back in civilization, you'll have to make do with dry
martinis on the ride home."

"Oh, pooh!  You're no fun, Fred," Kathy said, but then kissed him
and said, "I can hardly wait."

When they were clear of the airport, they headed north on the San
Diego Freeway.  Ken had made drinks for the two of them, and they
were snuggled together on the back seat just enjoying them when
he realized that Fred had made a strange turn.  When he asked,
Ken merely replied that there were a couple of other minor
changes.  The Carlsons were quite confused when Fred stopped at
the security gate of a swank townhouse development and then drove
on through.

As they passed, Kathy saw the small logo of Pacific Properties,
leaned forward and said, "Fred Clark, what is going on?  I
thought you were taking us home?"

"It's just a few more feet," Fred temporized.  Then he pulled
into the driveway of a townhouse and stopped.  Opening the door
he said with a grin, "Ali was concerned about the time it takes
you to commute.  This is about equidistant between the office and
UCLA Law School -- it shouldn't take more than thirty minutes to
get to either place."  Then he held out two keys and said, "These
are your keys.  I think you'll find everything in place."

She just shook her head and led the way with Ken following.  Fred
wasted no time in putting the car in reverse and heading out. 
Unlocking the front door, they saw the most magnificently
furnished town house they could imagine.  Going into the kitchen
which was equipped with all the gourmet appliances imaginable,
they found a long note and two sets of keys.

The note from Ali said that they couldn't get Ken's car to move,
so with the greatest apologies they hoped he could make do.  They
went on through and found a dining area, a study, two bedrooms,
two baths and a large living room, all spectacularly furnished. 
In addition there was an exercise room on the second floor in
space originally designed to be a third bedroom.  In her note Ali
had claimed that she had to do it because, while Ginger was
getting lots of practice in wardrobe selection, Judy was getting
a workout getting the girls in shape and certainly Kathy herself
was doing a great deal with her cooking, poor Sandy wasn't able
to do a thing with her interior-design and decorating skills. 
There was a small postscript: "It's all paid for."

Ken and Kathy agreed that it was the most marvelous home either
could ever imagine.  Then Ken looked at his wife, picked her up
in his arms and carried her up to the master bedroom.

While still in his arms, she pulled off the bedspread and then
pulled back the covers.  In spite of her size, Ken was able to
hold her in just one arm while he used his other hand to undress
her and then lay her on the bed.  In a moment he was naked and in
bed beside her.  Although it was eight o'clock, it was only five
in Hawaii.  After hours of lovemaking during which Ken took her
every way, they got up and Kathy used her kitchen for the first
time.

They agreed, when they were cuddled in bed that night, that it
was a perfect end to a perfect honeymoon.

* * *

At eight-thirty the next morning, Kathy was exiting the Alliance
studio complex in her BMW.  She realized that she got a
near-erotic thrill from driving it and today giggled to herself
at the juxtaposition of her appearance and the car.  She was
wearing well-broken-in, skin-tight Levi's along with a work shirt
with the sleeves ripped off: Ginger's attire the day she met her.
 However, her ragged jeans were resting on the finest upholstery
leather money could buy.  The thought caused her to giggle again
as  she headed toward the office.

This morning Kathy was on top of the world.  Henry Hall had just
finished restyling her hair and she was utterly delighted with
its appearance.  Now there seemed to be far more blonde than
brown and the color mix was very attractive.

Moreover, Henry had made her feel very good when she complained
about her very-ordinary appearance.  He just looked at her and
asked in what way could her appearance possibly be improved. 
Since she had no answer, she actually felt good about her
appearance for possibly the first time in her entire life.

When she entered the office it was after nine o'clock.  This time
Kathy was prepared, and vowed that she would not be the butt of
someone's joke, so she was surprised at Judy's reaction.  On the
one hand, she jumped to her feet with a beautiful smile on her
face and ran around the desk to greet her.  On the other hand,
she was greeted as Mrs. Carlson.

Kathy stood still and raised an eyebrow at Judy who only shrugged
and said, "But that's the way I'm supposed to greet a partner,
Kathy.  You know that."

"Partner?  What's this 'partner' stuff?" Kathy asked with the
skepticism heavy in her voice.

"It was quite an accomplishment and quite a tribute to you,
Kath," Judy replied.  "You are the first non-lawyer in California
-- in modern times, at least -- to be allowed to be a full
partner of a law firm."  Sticking her hand out, she said, "Let me
be the first to congratulate you!"

She gripped Kathy's hand firmly and then took her in her arms and
gave her a loving kiss.  When they separated Judy whispered, "It
couldn't happen to a nicer guy or a better person than you,
Katherine Carlson!"  Moving away she said, "By the way, two of
your clients are waiting for you in your office."  Then lowering
her voice to a whisper she added, "It's next to Ali's."

The morning was not progressing in anything like the way that
Kathy anticipated but she went through the door into the office
area.  The whole area had been redone in the few weeks she had
been away.  As Judy had said, there on the wall at the office
next to Ali's was an engraved brass plate reading, Katherine
Carlson, and below it in much smaller letters, the word Partner.

When Kathy walked in, Jim Duffy and Mike Higgins jumped to their
feet and took turns taking her into their arms and kissing her. 
After they did, they stepped back and just looked at her.

Jim was the first to speak, saying, "Kathy, I didn't think it was
possible, but you've done it.  When I first met you, I thought
you were the most beautiful girl in the world.  I didn't believe
you could possibly look any better.  But today you do!  You are
utterly spectacular!  Never in my life have I seen a woman look
so happy or so beautiful.  I've heard from Hank Wellington, and
I'm delighted that things worked out so well...  And
congratulations to the winner of the LPGA Kapalua Open!  ...And
to the woman who has done more to build Kapalua's business than
anyone else in the last ten years."  With that he reached into
his pocked and gave her a check.  It was made out to her
personally for $100,000!

She went behind her desk and picked up the phone to buzz Ali.  As
she waited, she looked around and realized her office was the
same size and layout as Ginger's.  The furnishings were the same
beautiful -- and very expensive -- leather.

When Ali picked up her phone, before Kathy could say a word, Ali
said, "I don't have the foggiest idea what you should do with the
check.  On the other hand, I have more than enough money of my
own to worry about.  It's your problem -- you figure it out.  Why
in hell do you think we elected you a partner, anyway?"  With
that Ali abruptly hung up leaving Kathy looking at a dead
instrument without having been able to say a single word.

Putting the receiver back, she came back from behind the desk and
took a seat in a side chair while Jim and Mike sat down on the
sofa.  After Mike complimented her, as well, she looked at them
and decided there was something definitely on their minds so she
asked them.

Jim Duffy was the more garrulous of the two, anyway, and served
as the spokesman.  He said, "Kathy, it all started the morning
you left for Kapalua.  You know that Clifford & Jamison has been
retained by Pacific Construction -- all the Pacific companies,
actually -- to act for us in all contract matters except those
involving Higgins Construction.

Mike and I talked about it and it seemed to be a pretty dumb
arrangement.  The way we thought to solve it is to do what we
probably should have done years ago.  You see, I'm a pretty good
salesman and promoter while Mike is the very best construction
manager in the business.  Anyway, we decided to merge Pacific and
Higgins on an equal-shares basis.  Will you do that for us?  The
new company is going to be Pacific/Higgins Construction,
Properties, or whatever.  What do you think?"

"I think it's a great idea!" she exclaimed.  Then she got her
notebook and asked a series of questions.  On some points they
had immediate answers, while others were obviously matters that
had never occurred to them.  Kathy helped them think through the
positions by explaining the pros and cons of the alternatives. 
Finally she had all her answers and said, "Now if you two can
keep out of trouble for about fifteen minutes, I'll see what I
can do."

Her computer was set up behind the desk and had her comfortable
typing chair in front of it.  Sitting down, she called up her
word-processing software and her fingers began to fly over the
keys.  When she finished, she reread the document on the screen,
then activated the laser printer to print three copies.  Smiling
to herself, she first loaded it with the firm's contract bond
paper.

Returning to the men she gave them each a copy and sat down again
in the side chair with her copy and a pen, prepared to make notes
on revisions.

Jim and Mike carefully read over their copies of the document. 
As they did, Kathy studied them and decided that they both looked
significantly younger than they had only four weeks earlier. 
Moreover, they both seemed to be much happier -- the overtone of
sadness she had seen before in them was gone.  What happened was
a replay of the events at the club.  When they finished reading,
each took out his pen, signed his copy, exchanged copies and
signed the other's.

Without a word, Kathy passed over her copy which they each signed
while she witnessed their signatures on the other two.

When the signing was complete, Jim looked at his watch and said
to Mike, "See!  I told you she was a quick study.  This time it
only took thirty minutes end-to-end."  Kathy grinned and reminded
him that this time she didn't have to drive back and forth to the
office.  Then the two men stood up, gripped hands, and then took
each other in a bear hug.

Then they each kissed Kathy again and thanked her.  This time she
was prepared.  The kiss she gave each of them was loaded with
goodness and the purest love.  Finally, Mike said, "Jim, I told
you so!  Our attorney is an angel come down to earth.  Have you
ever had a kiss like that in your life?"  Jim agreed that he had
not, but then asked if they could get a drink to celebrate.

Kathy grinned and called Joan Frederick, explaining what her
clients wanted.  While Joan was on her way in, Kathy buzzed Ali
and asked her to come in, too.

When she did, Kathy quickly explained what she had been asked to
do and then gave her a copy of the contract to read.  Ali sat
down in the other side chair and read it through carefully, then
read it a second time, and then a third.  Finally she just put it
down on the table and looked at Kathy attentively.  In spite of
her earlier vow, she was now nervous, and asked Ali what she
thought of it.

With her face still passive Ali replied, "It's perfect.  Why do
you ask?  Isn't it supposed to be?"  Then she looked at her watch
and said, "About thirty minutes?"  Kathy nodded.  "End to end?" 
Again Kathy nodded.  "How much?" Ali asked.

"How much what?" Kathy asked looking puzzled.

"Turkey," Ali replied caustically, "it may have escaped your
notice, but you have just effected a billion-dollar merger.  What
do we get?"

Kathy was now genuinely flustered and replied, "But Ali, they're
clients and we're on retainer...  Do you mean...?  We're supposed
to charge...?  Extra?"

Jim and Mike cracked up with laughter.  Then Jim said, "Mike,
I'll split it with you, okay?"  His new partner nodded and they
each took out their checkbooks and wrote checks for $5 million. 
They tore them out and flipped them across the coffee table in
Kathy's direction.

When she picked them up and saw the amounts she almost fainted. 
Then she stammered, "Ali, these are two checks for $5 million
apiece.  My God!  What do I do?"

Looking up at the ceiling, Ali appeared to be doing some mental
arithmetic.  Finally she grimaced, then nodded and said, "Oh what
the hell!  I guess we should deposit them.  It's pretty cheap,
but at a billing rate of $20 million an hour...  I guess we can
live."

Then she jumped to her feet and went to where Kathy was sitting.
Kathy got up and Ali took her in her arms and gave her the most
loving kiss Kathy could ever remember.  Now Ali's attitude
changed completely as she said, "I told the Bar Association and
the Supreme Court that you would be an asset to any law firm as a
partner.  Boy!  I didn't know the half of it, did I?  Darling,
that was as masterful a job as I have ever seen or heard of.  It
covers absolutely everything!  As I said earlier, it's perfect!"
She stayed and had a drink with them to celebrate the formation
of their new company.

Meanwhile, in the lobby two young women were waiting.  Although
they had been sitting together on the sofa when Kathy came in,
she had not noticed them.  When they saw her, the girls were
scared by her natural beauty.  They were Kimberly Moyer and
Kristin Callahan, the two girls Jim and Mike had found in the
whorehouse the night before Kathy left.  The two were very good
friends and had come along that morning with Jim and Mike. 
Although they knew that there was some business to transact
first, the instant they saw Kathy they were scared.

As their waiting time extended, they became even more scared
until finally Kim said, "Kris, let's get out of here.  This is
never going to work..."  Then her head dropped and she began to
cry.

Judy had already brought orange juice, coffee and sweet rolls out
to the girls and noticed how the food had just evaporated.  She
suspected that the girls had not been eating too regularly. 
While trying to conceal her curiosity, she had been studying both
of them carefully.  Both girls were five feet eight.  Kimberly
Moyer had brown hair with red lights in it making it almost
auburn.  Kris also had brown hair but with some lighter streaks
in it.  Both were lightly tanned and were very beautiful young
women.  Judy estimated their ages as being between twenty-five
and thirty.  Actually, both were twenty-seven.

When she heard what Kim said, she got out of her seat and went
over to join them.  The girls were sitting nervously side by side
on the sofa, so she sat down in a side chair next to them. 
"Pardon me," she said softly, "But I couldn't help but overhear.
I really don't know what you were referring to, but I'm sure
whatever it is you want to work out, can be done.  And if Kathy
Carlson is involved, you can bet your last dime it _will_ be. 
Please don't leave."  Then she added, "Is there anything you
might care to tell me?"  Then she said, "Why don't you think
about it.  While you do, let me bring you both something else to
eat and get a cup of coffee for myself."

Kris looked at the young woman and realized that she was an
utterly gorgeous golden blonde with brilliant blue eyes and a
perfect figure.  Looking into the girl's eyes, all she could see
was warmth and friendship.  There was nothing even close to
morbid curiosity.  With a shy smile she asked if she could have
some more coffee cake and coffee.  Kim asked for the same and
Judy disappeared into the conference room to fill the orders.

When the door closed behind her, Kris said she thought they
should tell the girl about themselves.  "If she gets sick or
throws us out, Kim, I guess that tells us something about
ourselves, doesn't it?"  Her friend agreed and they sat nervously
fidgeting waiting for the girl to return.

When she did, she distributed the coffee and cakes then sat down
and said, "My name is Judy Jeffries.  I certainly know Mr.
Higgins and Mr. Duffy, but I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure
of meeting you two."  As she said it, she extended a hand in
greeting.

"I'm Kimberly Moyer and this is my best friend, Kristin
Callahan," Kim replied, keeping her hand at her side.  Then
looking at Judy with tortured eyes she said, "I apologize for
appearing so boorish by not shaking hands.  However," she said
with her chin up, "I'm sure you have no wish to shake hands with
two filthy whores!"

"No, I guess I don't" Judy agreed, again extending her hand. 
"But I would like to greet two lovely young women who are
visitors to our firm and guests of our most important clients." 
With a warm smile she added, "Besides, I cannot for one minute
buy your characterization of yourselves."

This time the girls took Judy's hand and gripped it firmly.

Kimberly shook her head sadly and said, "I'm afraid it's
completely true, though, Judy.  Kris and I lived in a whorehouse.
 Because we actually appeared in films and TV shows, we got
featured billing and commanded top prices."  Shaking her head and
grimacing, she asked, "Can you imagine inviting a guy to feel
your cunt?  Asking him to stick his thumb up your vagina?  I did.
 Honestly, I did, and so did Kris.  We were part of the meat
show.  We would go up to the prospective customers to do anything
possible to be chosen for a few hours.  There, it was anything
goes."

The girl looked like she was actually about to vomit when she
said, "The very memory of what I did sickens me whenever I think
about it -- and remember, nobody forced me."  Shaking her head
sadly she said, "Maybe that's why it was so bad.  If a girl is
raped she knows it was beyond her power to resist.  With us,
though, it was much worse.  The things we did were not what we
were told to do but rather things we thought up ourselves.  My
God!  It was like self-rape if there is such a thing."

"Well, why are you here today?" Judy asked.  "What do you two
really want?"

"I want Jim Duffy to take me as his mistress," Kimberly replied.

"And I want Mike to accept me as his," Kristin chimed in.

Then Kimberly asked, "What about you, Judy?  Would you sleep with
a guy for money?  I'll bet you have only slept with guys you
cared for, right?"

Judy slowly shook her head and smiled sadly saying, "I really
can't answer that, Kimberly.  You see, I've never slept with a
man.  I... I guess I'm still a virgin..."

The auburn-haired girl looked at Judy intently and then quietly
started to bawl.  At the same time Kris turned her back, placed
her arm on the sofa back, put her head down and started to cry
like her heart would break.  Judy was nonplused, but then moved
to the sofa and wedged herself between the two girls.  Using her
strength, she turned Kim around, put the girl's head on her
shoulder and slowly stroked her hair as she cried.  When the girl
sounded like she was cried out, Judy lifted her head and placed
her lips on the girl's and kissed her.

Suddenly, Kim's eyes opened wide as she realized what was
happening.  Before she could do anything, though, she could feel
the purest love in Judy's kiss.  Although she tried to move her
head away, Judy was too strong and just held her in position. 
With her eyes open, she saw Kim's eyes glaze and she slowly eased
her back against the sofa and then repeated the process with
Kristin.

When she finally released the girl, both Kris and Kimmie just
looked at her.  Finally Kimmie said, "You have never slept with a
man?  That _is_ what I heard you say, isn't it?"  Judy just gave
her a half smile and nodded.  "Well, how could you possibly kiss
us, then?  We are absolutely filthy!"

Instead of answering directly, Judy said to Kim, "Please just
look directly into my eyes."  The girl did, and Judy looked
deeply into hers.  Then Judy repeated it with Kris.  Finally, she
said, "You two are fnny!"

_"Funny?"_ the girls exclaimed in unison.

"Yes, funny!" Judy insisted.  "You want to portray yourselves as
hardened prostitutes, but you are anything but.  You are very
good girls..."  Interrupting herself she looked piercingly at Kim
and asked, "How many times have you had sex with a man?  Total?"

"But that's not the point!  Men have felt my cunt.  I have
invited them to squeeze my tits..."

"How many times?" Judy insisted.

In a voice so low Judy could hardly hear the answer Kimberly
said, "Two."

Turning to Kris, Judy repeated the question.  With her head down,
Kris whispered, "Two."

"Some prostitutes you two are," Judy said with a laugh.  "Four
times in your whole lives -- and I'll bet half of them were with
Jim and Mike.  Right?"  The girls kept their eyes downcast so
Judy raised her voice and repeated, _"Right?"_  Now Judy grinned
broadly and said, "I'm sure that Kathy will help you.  Now will
you both please just relax?"

Neither replied, but both did relax against the cushions.  As she
did, Kris Callahan reviewed the experience of looking into Judy's
eyes. _There is nothing there but the purest love and goodness,_
she thought. _This girl is really something special._  The girls
relaxed to await developments.

* * *

Meanwhile, Ali had one drink and then excused herself.  When she
left her office, Kathy looked at the men and said, "Okay.  What
else?"

"What do you mean, what else?" Jim asked guilelessly.

"Duffy, damn it!  Stop screwing around and lay it out!" Kathy
demanded.

Turning to his new partner, Jim exclaimed, "Shit, Higgins!  You
didn't tell me that she reads minds, too."

Mike Higgins just shrugged and said, "Come off it, Jim!  Don't
try to act surprised.  Of course she reads minds!  She's Kathy
Carlson, or did you forget?"

Jim dropped the pose and told Kathy about Kimberly and Kristin. 
With his head down -- he couldn't look Kathy in the face -- he
told how they had gone to the whorehouse looking for two girls
like her.  "No one was really close, but these two girls were
awfully nice.  We took them to bed...  And took them...  And took
them...  It was the most marvelous night either of us have had in
years."

Looking into Kathy's eyes he said, "The truth of the matter is,
Kathy, that they want us to take them as our mistresses." 
Looking down at the carpet, Duffy's voice dropped to the point
that Kathy could scarcely hear him say, "Mike and I want them as
our wives."

"Okay," Kathy replied, "But I still don't understand what you
want me to do."

Looking down at the carpet Mike replied softly, "Kathy, the girls
know why we picked them out of the lineup:  They were the closest
we could find to you.  Well, being big-mouthed Irishmen, Jim and
I had to make an issue out of it -- always comparing them to you.
 You see, they have it in their minds now that the only way we
will accept them as our mistresses is if they are acceptably
close substitutes for you."  Now looking up at Kathy he said,
"What they want -- or hope -- is that you will help them reach
that level."

Then he looked up and asked, "Kathy, would you work with them? 
Please?  Jim and I have a deal to offer.  We will pay you
$500,000 for six weeks.  If, at the end of the period, they agree
to marry us, we will pay you an additional $1 million.  Agreed?"

Kathy looked deeply into Jim's eyes and then into Mike's.  She
slowly shook her head and said, "No, Jim.  I'm sorry.  We will
not do it on that basis.  They may not want to marry you."

Then she smiled warmly and said, "I will make you an offer,
though.  We will work with them for six weeks.  Our fee is $1
million, plus any expenses.  At the end of that time, we see what
happens.  You may not like them or they may not like you. 
Perhaps one will and the other won't."  Looking at them with a
piercing gaze, she said, "I will not be a party to talking a girl
into a marriage she doesn't really want.  Nor will I be a party
to talking a guy into marrying a girl he doesn't really want." 
Holding her head up straight Kathy said, "That's my offer,
gentlemen.  What's your decision?"

Jim Duffy stuck his hand out and Kathy gripped it as he said, "I
accept!"  Then turning to Mike he asked, "Partner, what about
you?"  Then his face became very serious as he added, "Mike, this
is far too important to joke about.  I'm not making any
recommendation to you, let alone trying to talk you into
anything.  What's your position?"

Mike stuck out his hand to Kathy and gripped hers, noticing again
how powerful her grip was.  He said, "Kathy, I'll pray for you
and for Kris."

Then Kathy sat down again and looked at her two clients who she
had come to love.  She said softly, "Guys, I'm going to make a
suggestion -- and that's all it is.  If those girls are worthy of
you, I guarantee that they are going to be spectacular women
after six weeks.  I urge you to begin to really work out, too,
because they are going to amaze you."

Looking at Mike, she gave him her warmest smile and said, "Three
months ago, I don't think I could have lifted a paring knife over
my head without using both hands.  I guess I'm in pretty good
condition now."  As she said it, the two men looked at each other
and rolled their eyes.  Ignoring their reaction, she continued,
"Those two girls are going to be like me.  Their physical
capabilities will amaze you.  Now, will you both please try to
get in better shape?  You'll feel better, and will really feel
better about yourselves."

Then Kathy looked thoughtful and said, "You know something?  I
think we're overlooking a pretty important point."  Looking at
the two men she said, "We have only been together a matter of
maybe four hours over our lifetimes.  Yet you want me to remake
two girls in my image.  The point is, are you sure?"

She smiled wryly and said, "The fact is that I'm a lot more
muscular than most girls.  It's really for two reasons.  First
and by far the most important is that Ken likes me this way.  But
second, it's self-defense.  He's so big and powerful, if I
weren't muscular, he would break me in two."

Then looking at the two men she asked, "What do you want your
women to look like?"  The two men just shook their heads and
looked befuddled.  It was obvious that they had no idea how even
to think about the question she asked.  Then with a quick grin,
Kathy stood up and shed her clothes saying, "Look, guys, let's
play show and tell.  I'll do the showing and you do thetelling."

When she was undressed, the two men's jaws dropped.  Jim murmured
fervently, "My God!  You are a goddess!"

Kathy just posed in front of them, realizing that she was now as
comfortable in her nudity as Ginger had been the first time they
met.  She just stood with her back up straight and waited for
them to recover.  Then she said, "Look, let's take this in
pieces, okay?  First, my tits."  Motioning for them to come to
her she said, "My tits are very firm because it's the way Ken
likes them.  However, I'm sure they are much firmer than a lot of
men would like.  How about you two?"

The men were awestruck and didn't know how to respond.  Glaring
at Jim, she took his hand and placed it over her tit and said,
"Now squeeze."  He gently tightened his grip, but only to the
point of a light caress.  Grimacing, she muttered, "No, damn it!
I said squeeze!"  Looking into his eyes she added, "Look Jim, I'm
not breakable.  Really, I'm not."

This time he cupped his hand and did squeeze.  What he felt was
incredibly firm flesh that required no support of any kind.  Her
nipples were the daintiest pink on a body that was all-over dark
gold.  Finally he replied that she had the most perfect tits he
could ever imagine.

Turning to Mike she asked, "How about my ass?  My buns are small
and firm.  Possibly too firm...  Do you like them?"  Embarrassed,
he but his hand tentatively on her asscheek as if it were a hot
stove.

Glaring at him she exclaimed, "Michael Higgins, damn it! 
Squeeze!...  Hard!"

This time he did squeeze and realized there was nothing but the
most satin-smooth skin over finely-toned muscles.  All he could
do was murmur appreciatively, "Wow!"

After going over all of her features, they concluded that Kathy
was perfection.  After telling them they had their taste in their
feet she asked, "What about minor things?  Pubic hair, for
instance.  Ken likes it and has threatened to take off my head if
I do anything to mine, but what about you two?  I have seen girls
who pluck all theirs out so they are as smooth as a baby.  What
do you think?"

The answer was that the two were almost too embarrassed even to
look.  When they did, they both noticed the sharp line of
demarcation between her lush muff and her satin-smooth skin. 
When they asked about it, she told them about the Trangs and how
they had carefully pulled out all the stray hairs leaving a dense
bush but leaving her utterly hairless below.  By this time the
two men were in a state approaching collapse.  Finally they both
agreed that it was up to Kathy, but as close to her as possible
was what they wanted.  She just shook her head with a wry grin
and slipped on her bikini.

Then Jim and Mike left the office to get the girls who by then
had been waiting for hours.

To be continued...

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
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