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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.*

NOTE TO MY READERS:

This book is being posted now, in spite of the fact that _Kathy
Carlson_ is not yet complete.  I had intended to add three
chapters or so to Kathy, but that's not the way it worked out. 
It's long and getting longer.  At any rate, here is another book
that -- hopefully -- will tide you over.

*  *  *

*_Barbara_ -- Part 1 of 6*

Copyright (c) By Morgan, 1994, 2002.  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 follows
Cynthia Martin by about 5 years.  Because of the fact that there
are other stories that overlap in time, some readers may find
references to events they've never heard of.  With luck, you
eventually will.

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 also posted on
<www.storiesonline.net>.

*  *  *

*Prologue*

It was six years after the day on the boat with Tom Conroy, and
Marie Trang was alone in her apartment.  It was early May and
since it was only ten-thirty it was much too early for her to go
to bed.  Even if she did, she knew it would only lead to more
tossing in bed for hours.  For some reason it was becoming
increasingly hard for her to go to sleep.  Then she felt the
stirring in her loins that told her that Celeste was getting her
ass fucked off again.  She smiled to herself thinking about her
five-year-old niece and two-year-old nephew while their parents
were working so hard to produce another sibling for them.

So much had happened in the intervening years.  First, the Trangs
had set a sort of record at USC Law School, becoming the first
co-valedictorians in the school's history.  Now Marie was the tax
partner at Clifford & Jamison and she really liked the work.  Her
problem was that nothing could control the itching she felt in
her cunt, but she smiled wryly and realized it might partially
have been the reason she was doing so well professionally.  She
spent hours each night reading the dullest tax cases but they
still weren't enough to put her to sleep.

Now she was ready for bed -- sort of.  Although she always slept
nude, for some reason she felt comfortable wearing a man's large
pajama top when she sat up reading.  Acting on a sudden impulse,
she got out of her chair, went to the bedroom and opened her
jewelry box.  Going to the bottom of it, she took out the
woven-palm bracelet that Tom Conroy had made for her so many
years earlier and put it on.  It was her most cherished -- and
most secret -- possession.

Then, to her surprise, the doorbell rang.  As she went to the
door, she realized that she should move out of the apartment.  It
was the one that she and Celeste had shared and now she felt she
just rattled around in it.  However, she was making so much
money, inertia alone was enough to keep her from making a change.
 Because of the building's elaborate security system which she
had come to take for granted, Marie did not even bother to look
through the peephole.  Rather she just opened the door wide. 
When she saw who was there, her hand slowly came up to cover her
mouth.

Tom Conroy was standing in the doorway.  She realized she hadn't
seen him to talk to in years -- in fact, since that fateful trip
to the island cove.  Now he was over six feet two, but with his
father's slim build.  However, his shoulders weren't at all slim.
 Now he was standing there looking down at her.  His eyes were
the same vivid blue as his parents' and his hair was sandy
verging on blonde.  As usual, he was deeply tanned.

Looking at her he said softly, "Good evening, Marie.  Won't you
invite me in?"

She still couldn't speak, but just stepped back from the door. 
When he was inside, she closed and double-locked the door, then
turned to him.  When she did, she found herself in his arms.  His
lips came down on hers and they fused together.  This time, the
passion that she had been holding back for so long suddenly
released.  Their kiss was the most perfect thing she could
possibly imagine.  There was enough electricity generated to
light the Los Angeles Basin, and the bells almost deafened her. 
She found her arms were locked around his neck to keep from
falling on her face.  As she had heard so often from Kathy, Ali,
Ginger and the others, now it had happened to her -- her joints
had turned to water and refused to support her weight.

As she clung to him, she realized that his hands were busy
unbuttoning the three buttons of her pajama top.  When they were
undone, he slipped it over her shoulders and spread it wide. 
Opening up it revealed the perfection of her body and its
all-over golden tan framed by the white material of the pajama.

To her utter astonishment, he picked her up in his arms and
carried her to the sofa where he easily sat down and rested her
across his lap.  He looked into her eyes and said softly, "It's
that time, my darling."

"What time is that?" she stammered, feeling like a ten-year-old
school girl rather than a twenty-eight-year-old woman.

"Time for us to get married," he replied softly.  "Haven't we
waited long enough?  And you aren't getting any younger, you
know," he said with a grin to relieve the tension that had
gripped them.

She just shook her head in utter amazement and said, "Tom, have
you lost it completely?  There's no way I could marry you... I
mean...  The whole idea is utterly ridiculous!"

"Why?"

"Well...  Our ages, for one thing.  I'm twenty-eight and
you're..."

"Nineteen.  And?"

"But that's stupid..."

"Women outlive men by about seven years, my darling, so maybe
we'll come out even.  What else?"

"I... I'm used!  That's it!  I'm used goods.  There's no way..."

"Your savior, Uncle Ken, has manipulated you and drunk your
juices.  He doesn't count because Aunt Kathy was always there
when he did.  You just helped them increase their enjoyment of
each other.  Besides him, there's me.  And that's it, isn't it?"

"But I'm so badly used.  I'm scarred..."

"Having absorbed a brutal beating when you were only a freshman
in high school."  Then he grinned and added, "Of course, there is
that wonderful brand on your ass.  May I see it?"  She moved and
showed him the still-deep scar on her left ass cheek that Celeste
had burned into her flank.  There was an identical brand on
Celeste's right.  He smiled and said, "That was actually useful.
Aunt Kathy is the only one who can unerringly tell you two apart,
so it was very thoughtful of you two to brand yourselves on
opposite sides."

Then looking at the bracelet on her wrist he took her hand and
said, "Not only do you still have it, but you're even wearing it.
 In fact, deep down you knew I would come tonight.  You're
wearing it for me, aren't you?"  His eyes were guileless as he
then asked, "What else?"

She just shook her head and said, "Our backgrounds.  I'm Asian
and you're American..."

"We're _both_ Americans!" he interrupted.  "As far as being
Asian, you don't know much about genetics, I guess.  If you did
you would know that genetic strength comes from out-breeding, not
inbreeding.  We're just breeding out."

Still on his lap she sat up straight and said, "You're probably
too big for me.  I couldn't take you inside.  You would split me
in half..."

"And if I did, you would rejoice, wouldn't you?  Besides, how do
you know how big I am?"

With a shy little smile she said, "Because that day I could tell
that your cock would be like your Dad's: very long and thick and
perfectly shaped..."  Suddenly she got bright red with
embarrassment and stopped.

"Don't you even want to make sure?" Tom asked softly.  Then he
said, "Marie, never have I seen a woman with a body like yours. 
You are utterly exquisite.  I can't wait to probe the depths of
your being with my cock."  Then he smiled and said, "If it were
about an inch or so longer or if your torso was that much
shorter, I think I could ream you out end-to-end.  I dream of you
just being a warm, very tight wet sheath for my cock to ream out.
 Your asshole will be stretched to four times its normal size,
and I will bore out your throat down to your stomach..."

Marie listened to his words and felt her cunt began to gush.  How
could he possibly know that they were these very thoughts which
had tormented her for so long?  Tom was wearing a golf shirt and
a pair of khaki slacks.  She lifted the shirt over his head and
frantically worked to unbuckle his belt and take down his pants.
Tom interrupted her by easily rising from the chair with her
still in his arms.  Gently he put her on the floor where she
knelt with her weight back on her heels.  Although her pajama top
was still on, it was unbuttoned and still spread wide as she
waited.

He dropped his pants to the floor after stepping out of the
moccasins he was wearing.  Then he dropped his shorts and stood
there in front of her naked.  His cock was exactly the way she
pictured it: perfectly shaped with a pink head and a long barrel.
 His balls were huge and full.  With a wordless cry she took his
cock into her mouth, kissed it, and then began to lick it. 
Almost at once there was an involuntary spasm and a jet of cum
hit her in the face.  Completely ignoring it as it dripped down
her cheek, she concentrated on taking the raging cock all the way
into her throat.

She realized he had been right:  It was so long it seemed to
reach almost to her stomach.  Tom's balls were so huge it took
both of her hands to manipulate the delicate eggs that seemed to
float in their sea of accumulated cum.  When she felt he was
about to release massively, remembering what she had learned from
Kathy years earlier, she took his cock out of her mouth until
only its head remained.  Then breathing through her nose she
began to swallow what seemed to be quarts of his spunk.

In spite of swallowing as fast as she could, cum escaped from her
mouth and dripped down to her chin.  Finally, the flow stopped. 
She took his cock from her mouth, carefully licked it dry, and
then dried it with her long hair.

Looking up at him with a grin, she wiped some cum off her cheek
on her finger and held it up to him to lick off.  With her eyes
sparkling she said softly, "Tom, it is utterly delicious."  Then
with a broad smile she shook her head and said gravely, "Now it
is like a fine, ripe chateau-bottled Bordeaux compared to the
Beaujolais Nouveau of seven years ago."

Still standing over her with his feet apart he asked, "How about
you?  Are you still as warm and flavorful as ever?"  Remembering
that unforgettable afternoon, when he laid on his back, she knelt
over his head and gently lowered her cunt to his mouth.  As she
did, she, too, remembered and went back to sucking on his
still-erect cock.  This time his tongue was both larger and
stronger.  Using it to its best advantage, he alternately
hardened it and used it to probe her vagina and then softened it
to lick behind her labia and to lick her clit.

Soon her pelvis began to buck with the first of her orgasms.  For
Marie, it was like heaven as she achieved her first release in
years.  Incredibly, Tom continued to eat and bite her and hold
her in orgasmic release.  To her amazement, her juices continued
to run in a flood while her pelvis continued to jerk
uncontrollably, almost taking her mouth from his raging cock.

Finally, he bit her clit hard and the jolt to her nervous system
caused her to pass out on top of him.  When she recovered
consciousness, she found that she was still on the floor but now
in his arms as he rested with his back against the sofa.  Again
as on that remarkable day, his arms were around her and her tits
were being cupped by his now-large hands.  She stretched
sinuously, then turned her face up to his.

Again he kissed her and again there was a surge of electricity. 
This time she probed with her tongue into his mouth and found
his, increasing the flow of electricity between them. 
_Fortunately,_ she thought, _I'm already on the floor so I can't
collapse._

When their lips parted she whispered, "The answer is still no!"

Completely ignoring her, he handed her a champagne flute causing
her to wonder how long she had been unconscious.  With a shock
she realized he had gone to the refrigerator and taken out the
bottle of Dom P,rignon that she had purchased years earlier in
anticipation of this very night.

He clinked his glass to hers and said, "My darling, to us and to
the rest of our lives together."

Involuntarily she drank the toast with him.  Then she began to
cry and he just held her tight.  Marie was utterly defeated.  Her
body had betrayed her.  She looked up at him with the tears
streaming from her eyes and said, "Darling, what are you doing to
me?  We can't do this and we both know it."

Then she dissolved in tears wailing, "My body is betraying me! 
Oh God, Tom, please don't do this to me...  Please don't let me
do this to myself!"

Gently he took the glass from her hand and lifted her up in his
arms.  To her utter amazement, he slipped the pajama top off her
body, sat on a side chair and turned her over his knee.  As hard
as he could he spanked her on the same spot on one ass cheek. 
Then, with her screams of pain still echoing around the apartment
and tears flowing from her eyes he said quietly, "Marie, position
your body across my leg the other way so I can get a fullswing."

To her utter astonishment, that is exactly what she did, although
when she rose from his leg she found that she was limping from
the severe pain as she went around his knee to lie over his leg
facing the other direction.  Again, swinging as hard as he could
he spanked her ten times on the other cheek.  Before spanking her
this time he ensured that her clit was against his leg.  This
time the stimulation caused her to cum with her love juices
flowing down his leg.

When he was finished, he stood her on her feet but had to hold
her by the elbows to keep her from falling.  Then he held out his
hand to her without saying a word.

Marie kissed it and licked it saying, "I am sorry, darling Tom,
for hurting your hand against my hard ass."  Then he motioned to
his leg and she knelt and carefully licked off her love juices
that were running down it.

With tears still flowing unheeded down her cheeks, it was only
then that she asked softly, "Why did you do that, Tom?  Why did
you hit me?"

She saw the intense love in his eyes as he replied, "Two reasons,
darling: First, I had to get a new idea into your brain, and
since -- based on your idiotic excuses, you must be sitting on it
-- it's the only way I could think to do it.  Second, I know you
like to carry the mark of the people you love on your body.  Now
you will carry mine."

She just slowly shook her head and then held it up straight. 
"Tom, I'll make a deal with you," she said softly.  "I will be
your mistress for as long as you will have me.  In the meantime
I'll look for the sort of beautiful girl you should marry..."

He just shook his head and interrupted, saying, "Get dressed. 
We're going out."

She slipped into her "working uniform" of skin-tight Levi's and a
worn-out work shirt with the sleeves torn off.  When they left
the apartment, he casually held out his hand for her car keys
saying his own car was so old driving it even two miles was a
major expedition.  Marie didn't understand it because she never
even let Celeste drive her car, a turbo-charged Mazda RX-7
convertible.  Yet giving the keys to Tom seemed the most natural
thing in the world to do.

They raced across town towards the Carlson's house.  As they came
close, Marie recognized the sense of anticipation she felt.  It
had been such a long time since she had been there.  When they
arrived, it was nearly midnight and the house was dark. 
Nevertheless, Tom parked in the driveway and rang the doorbell. 
A few minutes later the lights came on and the door was opened
although no one was in sight.

They walked in and found Ken behind the door, using it to hide
his nudity.  They followed him into the library and a few minutes
later Kathy appeared with their youngest, Ken, Junior, who was
only six-months old.  He had just been diapered and powdered, so
Kathy sat down in an easy chair and gave the baby her left tit.

When she offered him her nipple, the infant cooed with delight
and grabbed her tit with both of his tiny hands while his mouth
closed on the object of his desire.  When he was suckling, Kathy
thought yet again of the beautiful way Hank had described nursing
and the wonderful feeling it gave her.

Only then did Kathy look up and ask quietly so as not to disturb
the baby, "Is the wedding going to be this weekend?  We're free,
and Ali is chartering a plane to fly us all out to Maui..."

_"Has everyone lost his fucking mind?"_ Marie exclaimed in a
whisper to respect the nursing baby.  "What wedding?  What is
this nonsense?"

"Darling Marie," Kathy replied, "I was about 90 percent sure
seven years ago when we were on the boat together.  In the
subsequent year or so I became 100-percent sure.  I don't even
know if Tom has gotten around to telling you yet.  You see, he's
completed his freshman year at USC -- another Katherine Conroy
Kapalua Scholarship winner, by the way -- and he thought this
would be a good time."

Looking at Tom she asked, "Have you told Marie about your
honeymoon plans...?  No!  Of course you haven't."  Turning to
Marie she said, "Instead, darling Marie, why don't _you_ tell me
what his honeymoon plans are?"

In spite of the fact that there had not been a word spoken on the
subject, Marie knew what the plans were.  She said, "Celeste will
get a boat and take us around to our cove.  She will drop us off
on our wedding night at the cut in the reef and we'll swim
ashore.  On about September 1st she -- or someone else -- will
come by and pick us up.  All we will have is what we can swim in
with us from the boat."

"What happens if you two don't make it?" Kathy asked softly.

Marie was utterly astonished as her lips seemed to move by
themselves and respond, "Then I will have fulfilled the dream of
my lifetime.  I will have spent the rest of my life in Tom's
arms."

Then she just shook her head and began to cry.  "Kathy, what's
wrong with me?  I have no control over anything anymore.  Do you
know what Tom did to me just before we came over?"

"I don't know, but I can guess," Kathy replied.  "He took you
over his knee, spanked you ten times, told you to rearrange your
bottom and then he spanked you ten more.  Finally, you kissed his
hand and apologized to him for hurting it."

"But how could you possibly know that?" Marie demanded.

"The same way I know you're thinking about asking Celeste to
brand your other buttock with the initials 'T' 'C'.  But I really
wish you wouldn't!  Marie, you already carry around enough scars
on your body for any ten people.  You certainly don't need any
more.  Besides, you know damned well it will restrict your
movement for weeks, so how will you be able to help Tom with your
shelter, hunting, and so forth?"

While they had been talking, she had shifted the baby to her
right tit.  After nursing for a while, he had gone back to sleep
and was now sleeping beautifully in his mother's arms. 
Carefully, Kathy rose, returned the baby to the nursery, checked
on their five-year-old, Susan, and returned to the library.

This time she sat down on the sofa and said, "As something to get
started on, you two could do me a big favor.  Marie, lay on the
sofa with your head on my lap, please."  The girl did as she was
asked, and Kathy said, "This is something I learned from Hank. 
To be sure the baby always gets fresh milk, I like to be sure my
tits are emptied.  Marie, would you please start and then let
your fiance finish?"

Marie took Kathy's enlarged nipple into her mouth and began to
suck.  As she did, she remembered Sam's description of mother's
milk.  Kathy's was everything she had ever thought it would be:
sweet and warm, rich and nourishing.

When she felt that she had drained about half the remaining milk,
with a warm smile she gave way to Tom who drained Kathy dry and
then licked off her nipple.  When he finished he said, "Aunt
Kathy, it tastes exactly like I remember Mom's.  No wonder your
children are so happy!"

Meanwhile, Ken had opened a bottle of champagne and brought it on
a tray with four glasses back to the library.  After serving it
he said, "To Tom and Marie: May you be as happy in your marriage
as Kathy and I and the Conroys are in ours.  May you find the
happiness and fulfilment in your marriage that you both so richly
deserve!"

Marie didn't know what to say so she just raised her head towards
Tom who lowered his lips to hers and initiated the most
passionate lingering kiss either had ever had.

* * *

The fast power cruiser slowed suddenly when Celeste eased the
throttles back enough to bring it down off its step.  Then she
just eased forward to the well-remembered break in the reef. 
There she used a practiced touch on the twin throttles to hold
the boat in position.

Marie was naked, only wearing a belt around her waist with a
scabbard for the very sharp sheath knife that it held.  Turning
to Tom, she grinned, kissed him and passed him a small
cylindrical watertight container for matches.

"Do I have to?" he asked plaintively.  All she did was grin and
nod her head vigorously.  She watched him ease the container into
his anus while she did the same thing with a second.  Tom was
naked but wearing a similar belt.  His contained two knives, one
a modified machete and the other a variant on the Bowie knife
with a twelve-inch blade.

Kissing him passionately she whispered, "Well, it's a start. 
It's going to be stretched a lot more than this pretty soon." 
Then she took her twin sister into her arms and kissed her
lovingly.

Celeste looked worried and asked, "Marie, what if you don't make
it?  You're not really bringing anything with you."

"Darling Celeste, if we don't make it I will still have achieved
my life's ambition.  I will have spent the rest of my life with
Tom."  She grinned, although she was scared and her sister knew
it.

Marie Conroy stepped up on the cockpit gunwale and dove in with
Tom right behind her.  While they swam toward the shore, they
could hear the boat engines rise to a roar when Celeste spun the
wheel and opened the throttles wide as she headed back towards
Kapalua.

When they reached the shore it was only about an hour until
sundown.  They were glad that they had loaded up on food at the
reception because they would not be able to find anything to eat
until the next morning.  When they waded ashore, Tom took her in
his arms and kissed her passionately.

Then he whispered, "Are you ready to become a woman, mydarling?"

She unstrapped a tiny watertight pouch from around her thigh.  It
was something he had never seen before.  Then she carefully
removed the matches from Tom's rectum while he removed them from
hers.  They giggled as they did.  Quickly, they hunted dried
driftwood and Tom very carefully started a small fire on the
beach.  It was all they had to keep them warm except for each
other.  After kissing again, she opened the tiny pouch, spread a
piece of white linen on the sand and carefully positioned her
bottom on it.  Spreading her legs wide she waited for him.

Tom knelt down in the sand between her widespread legs and said,
"Darling, now I'm scared.  I am very big and you're very small. 
There's not even anything to use to ease your pain."

"Yes, there is," she replied softly.  "Dip it in my cunt, my
darling.  It's already dripping wet in anticipation."  He did and
found that she was right.  Gently he began to ease in and out in
very short strokes.  He could feel the tip of his cock touching
her hymen now.  On the next downstroke, Marie whipped her legs
around his waist and squeezed with all her might.  There was a
sharp pain coupled with a ripping sensation which caused her to
scream.  Then he was in.

To his continued surprise, she just continued pulling with her
legs, forcing him in to his full length.  By now sweat was
pouring from her body, but her face lighted up into the most
brilliant smile he had ever seen.  "I did it!" she exclaimed. 
"Tom, my darling, you're all the way in!"  Then with a grin she
said, "Don't just kneel there, turkey!  Fuck your wife's ass
off!"

The sensation was utterly beyond belief.  On his next backstroke,
with a quick move, Marie swung her legs out and up, then linked
her ankles behind Tom's neck raising her pelvis up off the
ground.  Now he could drive into her to his full incredible
length.

Remembering what Kathy had told her, she found her cunt was
somehow changing tempo each time Tom was about to release.  She
didn't know how she was doing it, but she did.  Finally, she was
at the point at which she had seen Kathy so often: She was in a
continual orgasm as her loins were in continuous convulsions and
all sensation was in her cunt.  There was just a vague
realization that her mouth was emitting a continual piercing
wordless scream.  Finally she could control it no longer and she
felt her husband release inside her.  She felt the most
incredible sensation for a few moments before her nervous system
tripped out and she was out cold.

They had built their fire close to the tree line.  When she came
to, she found herself wrapped in Tom's arms with his large hands
cupping her very firm tits.  Turning her face up towards his she
murmured, "You're my love and my life, my darling."

After resting for a while, she got up and went to the spot where
they had been making love.  Carefully feeling around in the sand
she found the small scrap of linen.  Even though it was now full
dark, since the moon was full and the stars were dazzling in
their brilliance, she could see very well.  Carefully shaking the
sand out of the fabric, she carried it back to where Tom was
waiting, now very puzzled by her actions.

Kneeling in front of him she showed him that the entire center
was stained with blood.  "It's my virginity, my darling.  It is
an old custom.  I must bring this back to show your mother, so
she can ensure that her son's bride had not previously been
used."

After carefully folding it up, she put it back in its tiny pouch.
 Then she said, "Come on, stud.  There's more of my virginity for
you to take."  With a wide grin which was very unusual for Marie,
but which Tommy found he loved, she said, "That's one advantage
of robbing the cradle.  You young studs are supposed to have
staying power."

With that she kissed his cock and instantly brought it to a full
erection.  Fondling his balls she said, "My darling, I haven't
even made a dent in your supply of cum.  You don't want me to be
a complete failure, do you?"

Now Tommy was really scared as Marie knelt on the sand with her
ass high in the air.  She told him to lubricate his cock in her
cunt and then shove it up her ass.  When he wet it with her
juices, she positioned it with her hand.  While he was trying to
screw up his courage to move, the decision was taken out of his
hands as she shoved backward as hard as she could, driving the
head of his cock past her protesting anal ring.

The ravaging of her virginal asshole was accompanied by far
greater pain than she had felt when her hymen ruptured.  As he
rested inside her, not knowing what to do, she moved again
driving him in still deeper.  Now he started to move.  As he did
he realized what an incredible sensation he was feeling.  Finally
he could feel his balls bounce off her cunt.  While he was
setting up his movements, Marie was figuring out how to move her
bottom to best effect.

In moments the pain was forgotten as she found she adored the
feeling of him penetrating nearly to her stomach.  Again she
controlled muscles she didn't know she had to keep him from
releasing.  Then, while her cunt was pouring out what seemed to
be quarts of vaginal juices, she could feel his cock start to
vibrate.  The sensation of his warm cum flooding her insides was
utterly indescribable as he held himself in full penetration and
just pumped his spend into her.

Finally she could feel his pulsations slow and then stop.  As his
erection subsided, she eased her way forward and felt him come
out of her with a soft pop.

After going for a swim and taking turns washing each other, with
Tom washing the blood off Marie's thighs while she washed the
residue of her anus from his cock, they went back to their
bed-place on the beach.  This time she took him in her mouth
while he ate her cunt.  In spite of her best efforts, he still
wasn't drained when they collapsed from sheer exhaustion into a
sound sleep.

* * *

On September 1, it was with trepidation that Celeste again
brought the powerful cruiser to the cut in the reef at the tiny
cove.  The day was bright and beautiful and it was only ten
o'clock.  As she eased the throttles back to idle and then into
reverse, she picked up a pair of powerful binoculars to sweep the
beach.  They weren't necessary.  There on the beach were two
figures waving.  While she watched, they cut the lashings on a
shelter they had built and watched as it collapsed.  She was
amazed watching her sister and her husband each take an end of
the large logs and carry them to the edge of the trees.

Finally, after a passionate kiss, they waded into the water and
began to swim for the boat.  Marie had always been a powerful
swimmer, but never like she was now.  She moved through the water
with the speed, power and grace of a porpoise with Tom staying
right beside her.  Although Celeste had the boarding ladder over
the side, the two people ignored it.  They just jumped out of the
water, grabbed the gunwale and vaulted out of the water and into
the boat.

Celeste advanced the throttles and moved the boat far enough to
be clear of the reef.  Then putting the engines into idle, she
left the wheel and leaped into her sister's arms.  After kissing
her with all the love she could communicate, she stepped back and
just looked.

For her part, Marie was standing up straight with her tits
proudly upthrust.  Where formerly her dark hair was worn at
shoulder length or longer, now it had been hacked short, almost
like a boy's.  "What happened to your beautiful hair, Sister?"
Celeste wailed.

"It got to be a pain in the ass," Marie replied with complete
unconcern.  "Too often, when we were trying to spear a fish, my
damned hair would swish around in the water and frighten it. 
Anyway, Tom hacked it off with my knife.  How's the rest of me
look?"

Celeste just shook her head.  Both of them were deeply tanned to
a golden brown.  Tom's hair also showed signs of Marie having cut
it with a knife.  When she asked about his golden beard, Marie
made a face and said none of the knives turned out to be sharp
enough to shave with, and without any soap...

Tom looked like he had gained weight with all of it in his chest,
upper arms and shoulders, although his legs looked like tree
trunks.  Celeste decided also that she had never ever seen two
people more completely in love than her sister and Tom.  She
rejoiced in their happiness.

When they boarded the boat, Tom had thrown a large bundle into
the cockpit.  It turned out to be the tanned belly of a Great
White shark they had killed.  Celeste went pale under her tan
when she heard the story.  As soon as the boat got underway,
Marie went below and came back up with three cans of beer.  After
opening one for her sister and one for herself, she set the third
on the dashboard.  When Tom asked for one, she raised an eyebrow
and pointed out that he was much too young for a beer.  After
all, he was still a teenybopper.

Tom was sitting with his back to the gunwale with his knees
raised.  He just pointed and Marie bent her body over one knee
and he gave her one hard spank.  With tears in her eyes --
Celeste could see that her sister's ass was bruised the way it
had been years before when they were with the Carlsons -- she
kissed his hand and apologized for hurting it with her hard ass.
Then with a grin she gave him the beer.

She began to fill Celeste in on what they had done together on
the island.  Before she really got started, Tom said, "Wife, I
need you to warm my cock."

She grinned but asked him to lie on his back with his head toward
Celeste.  "This way," she said, "I can do two things at once."

Shaking his head, he reoriented his body and she impaled herself
in just one thrust on his giant cock.  What followed, though,
amazed him.  Instead of rising and falling on it the way she
usually did, she remained impaled to its root and proceeded to
manipulate her internal muscles to massage the impaling weapon.

Meanwhile she continued to tell her sister about their
experiences.  Just when she got to the hunt for the shark she
said, "Excuse me a moment, sister."  Then she let out a wordless
scream of ecstasy as Tom seemed to unleash quarts of semen into
her body.  Finally, she could feel his pulsations diminish and
his cock began to recede in size.  Still she didn't move, but
kept him inside her as he proceeded to fall asleep on the deck
while she finished her story.

As they neared Kapalua, it was with the greatest reluctance that
the two went below to get dressed.  They howled with laughter
when Tom put the first golf shirt on and had it tear apart from
the strain.  He decided to remain shirtless.  His jeans fit, even
if they were stretching at the thighs.  Marie didn't fit into her
shirts, either, but found she could wear one of Tom's old golf
shirts.  Her jeans did fit but were very tight because of the new
muscle development in her thighs.  When they tied up the boat,
the two left Celeste to handle the paperwork while, barefoot,
they ran hand-in-hand to the Conroy house.

The fact that it was almost three miles away was irrelevant. 
They were not even breathing hard when they arrived and rang the
doorbell.  It was a reception similar to the one at the
Carlson's.  The door opened but there was no one in sight.  They
entered, the door closed, and there was Hank standing naked with
a small baby nursing at her tit.  Seeing her nude, Marie thought
that Hank had not aged a day in the previous seven years.

Leading the way into the living room, she sat down on the sofa
while the infant continued to suckle.  The baby appeared to be
about two months old.  Marie cocked her head and asked, "If you
don't mind my asking, where did this come from?"

"Oh, the hospital," Hank replied casually.  "Isn't that where you
usually find them?"

"But it looks like its two months old," she insisted.

Hank shrugged and said, "I think it's ten weeks, but you're
pretty close."

"But that means you were -- My God! -- about eight months
pregnant at our wedding!" she wailed.

Hank pretended to be puzzled and used her fingers to count.  Then
she brightened and said, "You're right.  I guess I was.  By the
way, Tom, this is your new sister, Kristin."  His mother grinned
and added, "I can't seem to get away from girl's names with
male-sounding nicknames."  Having earlier been shifted from her
left tit to her right, now the baby was sound asleep.  Hank rose
from the chair to return her to her bassinet.

After returning to the living room, Hank looked at Marie closely
and said, "Daughter, will you please do me a favor?  As my
almost-youngest daughter, will you please drain my tit?  But
first undress, because while you do, I want to caress yourbody."

Once again Marie had the extraordinary experience of savoring the
wonderful mother's milk but this time from Hank's tit.  As she
drained it she reveled in the feeling of Hank's soft hands moving
gently over her body.

When the tit was completely drained and she had licked the nipple
dry, Marie looked up into Hank's face and said, "Mom, may...
can..  could... I call you Mom?  Sometimes?"

"Not sometimes. _All_ the time."  She could see that something
was on this beautiful girl's mind so she said, "Please tell me,
darling daughter.  What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Mom," Marie replied with the warmest smile Hank
had ever seen.  "It's just that...  Well, unless you stop having
babies, you're going to have grandchildren older than your own
kids."

Hank's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Do you mean...?  That you
and Tom...?"

"...are going to have a baby?  Of course."  With another
beautiful smile Marie said, "Mom, with nothing else to do for
recreation for four months except fuck, these things do happen."

Hank made a move to rise, but Marie held her back.  The older
woman was startled at the strength in the small girl's body. 
"Where do you think you're going?" Marie asked.

"To get you to the doctor's.  I mean...  Well, you need a
prenatal checkup and..."

Marie's burst of laughter stopped her cold.  "You mean the way
you always do, Mom?"

The girl grinned and said, "You know, Tom and I figured something
out this summer.  We finally figured out why Conroy children are
always so agile.  The answer is simple.  There's this poor little
thing just trying to grow inside you while he or she is
constantly being attacked by Dad's magnificent cock.  We figured
out that your kids got to be pretty creative in repositioning
their bodies so as not to be mashed by it."

With a great yawn she said, "I guess I'll do what you do.  When I
start to feel something strange, I'll try to swing by the
hospital..."

Hank just shook her head, looked down at Marie and then up at
Tom.  She asked, "Could you stand in front of your husband,
please?"  Marie rose and stood in front of him.  Almost
automatically, his hands came around to cup her tits and she just
leaned back against him.

Then she shook her head and said, "I'm not right for Tom, mother.
 I'm too short, I'm the wrong race, I'm too old..."

"The hell you're too short," Tom interjected.  "You're about two
inches too tall!  With about two fewer inches I would have my
dream come true of being able to open you up end-to-end."

She twisted her head and looked up at him.  When she did, his
lips came down and met hers in a wonderful kiss.  Then she said
with a little grin, "Well, how about two inches shorter in the
torso with legs nine inches longer?  And I'm still the wrong
race..."

"Mom," he interrupted, "we wouldn't have survived if it weren't
for her.  It seems she's forgotten more about living off the
jungle than I'll ever know."  Then he said, "I'm going to say
something that's going to cause you to think I completely lost it
out there -- too much sun or something.  But I honestly believe
our lovemaking is even better than yours and Dad's.  Age?  She
has wisdom far beyond her years.  And race?  If more guys knew
how these oriental girls make love, no American girl could ever
get a guy."

Then he looked down at Marie and said, "Honey, don't you have a
gift for Mom?"

She grinned, picked up the pants she had dropped on the floor and
took the small waterproof pouch from her pocket.  Opening it, she
carefully extracted the still-sand-laden cloth and asked Hank to
sit down.  Going to her knees in front of her she said, "Mistress
Conroy, as your son's bride, I present you with this as evidence
of my virginity.  He spilled my blood on this cloth on our
wedding night."  Looking into Hank's eyes she said softly, "It is
an Asian tradition, ma'am."

Just then Jim returned home accompanied by Celeste.  When they
entered the room, Hank raised her voice and yelled, "Conroys! 
Come on down here, right now!"  Beginning with Samantha, they all
came in except for the baby who was sleeping.  There was Sam,
Kenny, Kathy, and Billy.

Hank said, "Gather round folks.  We have a job to do.  She placed
her hand down on the table and told Marie to put hers on it. 
Then Tom, followed by Sam, then the other children in order. 
Jim's hand was on top of the pile.  Except for the smallest,
everyone was kneeling around the table.  Tom's free hand was
hugging Marie tight.

Hank said, "Oh God, we welcome into our midst today our newest
daughter, Marie.  Already she has brought incredible joy to our
oldest son, Tom, and to his parents.  We humbly ask your
blessings on her and the fruit of her womb, forever.  Finally, O
God, we pray that our son, Tom, will be welcomed into the Trang
family in the same way Marie is welcomed into ours."

Looking skyward, Hank said, "Father and Mother Trang, we humbly
ask you to bless this union of two people who love each other so
much.  Please watch them and guide them, bless them and keep them
forever.  Amen."

Before anyone could move, Marie's head was on top of the pile of
hands as she began to cry her eyes out.  Her sister came over and
held her as she wept.  Finally, when she raised her head, Hank
felt she had never seen a woman look so beautiful.

She said softly, "Thank you, Mother.  When you said your prayer,
it was immediately answered."  Looking up at Tom with joy in her
eyes she said, "Darling, my parents approve of our union and do
welcome you to the family as the son they never had."

Then she looked up and said, "It began with Ken and Kathy Carlson
in Vietnam so long ago.  Now it ends...  Or more accurately, it
begins again...*Chapter 1*

It was Tuesday and only the second day of classes for Tom Conroy.
 After four months alone with Marie it seemed strange to be
around so many people again, particularly since they had been off
the island for less than a week.  In fact, he thought with
amusement, he had only managed to get a haircut the day before on
his way to school.

He had an afternoon class on environmental issues that now really
amused him.  For the first time he realized how little his
classmates knew about the environment and how romanticized their
beliefs were.  After four months of living by their wits and
their hands, one thing was certain: Nature was neither kind nor
benevolent.

It was six o'clock and he was at a table in the corner of the
student union snack bar.  He had agreed to meet Marie at six and
had arrived early.  As he was about to take out a book to read, a
shadow fell over the table and he looked up to see Barbara
Dawson, a classmate of his.  Barbara was five feet eight and a
very pretty blonde.  She was in Tom's afternoon environmental
issues course and had been watching him from behind all
afternoon.

Also a sophomore at USC, she knew Tom Conroy from the previous
year but scarcely recognized him when she saw him that day for
the first time since the previous school year.  She was amazed at
the change in him.  First, she had never seen a deeper tan on
anyone, although his face seemed significantly lighter than his
neck and arms.

He seemed so much bigger, too.  She realized that his shoulders
and arms were much heavier than she remembered.  All in all, she
decided that he could be worth cultivating.  "Hi, Tom," she said
brightly, "May I join you?"

"Of course.  Please sit down," he replied.

She sat across from him and took advantage of the currently
accepted behavioral standard.  "How about having dinner together
sometime?  I would like to get to know you better.  Whoknows..."

His reaction astonished her.  She knew she was one of the
best-looking girls on a campus loaded with good looking girls, so
she couldn't understand it when he looked at her with amused
tolerance and said, "Thanks Bobbie, but I'm really not
interested."

"But why not?" she asked, unable to control her surprise.  She
was a girl who had never been rejected by a man, let alone so
bluntly, in her life.

"Principally because my wife wouldn't like it," he replied,
rising from his seat.

He had just seen Marie appear and he stood up to wave.  He felt a
wonderfully warm feeling seeing her again, even if they had only
been apart since the morning.  Their honeymoon, he realized, had
been a truly remarkable experience.  It wasn't possible for two
people to get to know one another better than he and Marie knew
each other after being together constantly for four months.  She
saw him, grinned, waved, and came over to the table.  Taking her
in his arms, they melted together in a passionate kiss.

When they parted, she said softly, "God, have I missed you!"

"Honey, I would like you to meet Barbara Dawson," he said. 
"Bobbie, this is my wife, Marie."

The girl's jaw dropped and she shook her head.  "But I don't
understand," she stammered.  "I don't remember you even having a
girl friend last year.  What happened?"

Marie slid into the booth and then Tom sat down beside her. 
Marie looked like a beautiful urchin, wearing her Levi's with her
usual washed-out work shirt with the sleeves torn off.  She had
visited Henry Hall the day before and he had neatened up her
hairdo.  He referred to it as her ragged urchin cut, but they
both liked it very much on her.  She appeared to be about
seventeen years old, and was wearing no makeup or jewelry.  The
one enhancement to her outfit was a wide belt made from the belly
of the Great White shark.

Replying to Barbara's question, Tom said, "I guess that's sort of
right, Bobbie.  You see, our first real date was when we were
married.  Actually, I met Marie years ago when she used to
babysit for me."

Now the poor girl was hopelessly confused.  How could this girl,
who is obviously younger than Tom, have been his babysitter, she
wondered.  She looked at Marie closely and could make no sense
out of anything.  Being honest with herself, she admitted that
the girl was incredibly beautiful, with the same unbelievably
rich golden tan that Tom had.

Her figure was perfect, but there was something else -- something
she couldn't quite place.  Then she realized it was the way she
moved, like a dancer or... an athlete. _That's it!_ she thought.
_She has the same incredible muscle development that Tom has._

He explained that Marie worked at the resort as a maid.  They had
known each other for years and he had proposed to her in the
spring.  The girl asked where they were living and Tom said they
had a small apartment near school.  Then she asked Marie what she
did for a living.

"I have a job now," she replied, "but I'll be quitting in a few
months when the baby comes.  Then we're going to have to make it
on what Tom brings in."

"But... but... you can't be pregnant!" the girl exclaimed.

"Okay, I'm not pregnant," Marie said agreeably.  "On the other
hand, the little thing growing inside of me is going to be
terribly disappointed when I tell it."

"Why don't you just get rid of it?" Barbara persisted.  "I
mean... with all the people in the world, and you're so young...
You aren't established...  Say," she said brightly, "there's a
Planned Parenthood clinic that could take care of things for you.
 And there's no charge.  They take care of the fetus --"

"Baby!" Marie interrupted.  "It's a tiny baby that's growing
inside me as fast as it can.  It's Tom's and mine, and we're
looking forward to my having it."

"But... but, how can you ever get established?  I mean, there is
day care and that stuff, but what about your life?  Yourcareer?"

Then she sat up straight and added, "Besides, you owe it to Tom.
He's in college and his wife will be important later in his
career.  You don't want to hold him back because you're
uneducated, do you?  Why don't you get an education?  There's a
good community college nearby..."

She slowed and stopped because she couldn't understand the
reaction she was getting.  She had seen Marie bridle at the idea
of an abortion, but now as she was talking about education, the
girl just looked subtly amused.

Barbara changed the subject.  She told them about a group she was
involved with that was focused on preserving the environment.  It
was being organized and led by the professor who was teaching
their environmental issues course.

"Harriet Dobbs is simply brilliant!" she said.  "In fact,
tomorrow we're meeting with the top law firm in California. 
They're going to work with us on a case we're bringing to force
the California Coastal Commission to cease issuing any new
building permits."

Tom appeared interested and asked what firm it was.  "It's
Clifford & Jamison!" she replied.  "That's where I'm going to
work," she stated proudly.  "It's an all-women firm.  Harriet is
a friend of one of the partners, Sandra Harris.  They worked
together in the anti-Vietnam movement in the seventies.  She told
us she's sure that Ms. Harris will take the case because she was
active in all those things."

When she mentioned Vietnam, she had seen a change in Marie. 
There was something in her eyes... almost a coldness.  She said,
"Marie, are you Vietnamese, by any chance?"

"I am an American, Barbara," Marie said firmly.  "But yes, I was
born in Vietnam and escaped to America."

The girl looked puzzled.  "But why did you leave?  I mean... the
imperialists were defeated.  You have your country together
again, and they need help to rebuild it.  The people have their
country back.  Ms. Dobbs says..."

"Why did I leave?  For freedom," Marie replied coldly.  "And
frankly, I don't think I give a damn what your Ms. Dobbs says.  I
do know that I watched as my parents were both shot dead.  My
father's 'crime' was to be mayor of our little village.

"They came into the village, rounded up all the people, made my
father kneel in the village square and then shot him in the head.
 When my mother ran to him to hold him as he died, they shot her
in the head, too.  My sister and I were forced to watch it all. 
Then they took all my schoolmates from our girl's school and one
by one, raped and tortured them until they were all dead." 
Marie's eyes were cold as ice and her voice was harsh as she
said, "I guess I don't care for that brand of liberation.

"After being tortured ourselves, my sister and I were rescued --
by American imperialist aggressors, by the way -- and eventually
made our way to the States."  Looking at the girl she added, "I
think I have a much better understanding of what freedom means
than you do, and I believe I appreciate what we have in this
country far more than you do."

She then changed the subject.  Tom told her that Bobbie had asked
him out for dinner.  Marie looked amused.  Then she wiggled her
ass on the seat and winced.  When the girl asked if there was a
problem, Marie just said that her bottom hurt.  The girl looked
puzzled and Marie said, "It's just that Tom hits hard, and I
don't really have much padding there any more."

"He... he _struck_ you!" she exclaimed.  "Why... why... that's
abuse!  That's terrible!  Why, on earth, would he ever do a thing
like that?"

"To maintain good order and discipline in the household," Marie
replied casually.  "Besides, I always ask for it.  You see, I
guess I am a little strange, but I like to carry the marks of the
person I love.  It doesn't really hurt that much -- it's just a
couple of bruises -- and it reminds me of him and his love."

Then she brightened as the girl looked totally lost at her reply
and said, "Why don't you join us for dinner tonight?  I'm sure
there's enough for three."  She looked at Tom and asked, "Is that
all right with you?  I mean, it could be sort of a date, and she
did ask you out."

The girl was very puzzled but agreed.  As they walked to the
apartment, Barbara told them more about the environmental
movement.  It seemed they had lined up a number of people who
would front a class-action suit.  Since they had a lot of friends
in the Coastal Commission, what would appear to be an adversarial
action would, in fact, be a device for the Commission to get a
court to order it to do some things that it wanted to do but
didn't have the authority to do.  They believed they could
achieve it by appearing to defend the suit while actually
throwing it to the plaintiffs.  Marie appeared interested but
said nothing.

When they reached the apartment, Marie said that she was going to
get more comfortable.  She disappeared into the bedroom and
reappeared moments later, naked.  The girl was utterly amazed. 
Marie had said she was pregnant, but there was no sign of it at
all.  Her figure was absolutely perfect, and when her naked body
moved it showed the muscle development that the girl had guessed
at.  Moreover, the deep tan was over every inch of her body.

The girl looked thoughtfully at Barbara and asked, "Would you
like to undress?  You see, Tom and I are used to being naked all
the time and now it really feels more natural.  I don't know...
Maybe the skin breathes or something.  But maybe you would be
embarrassed being that way?"

Barbara sensed she was being subtly challenged and she responded,
"I don't mind at all.  In fact, I guess it will be fun --
assuming Tom joins us, of course."

He just grinned and went into the bedroom while Marie helped the
girl undress, reminding her that she worked as a maid and was
used to doing it.  When she was bare, Barbara revealed a very
attractive body.  Her breasts were full with small pink nipples.
There was a band of white across her breasts and her loins.  Her
pubic hair was just a slightly darker shade of her golden hair.

While her figure was good, it was quite soft.  Her breasts
already showed a tendency to sag -- there were telltale lines
under them indicating that before many years they would be
sagging unless well supported by a good bra.  She was taller than
Marie by about seven inches.  As the woman helped her off with
her bra, their breasts were almost touching and the girl was
intrigued.

She had never seen a woman with breasts as full and as firm as
Marie's with such beautiful tiny pink nipples which were already
showing signs of enlargement.

Without conscious thought her hand went out and she touched the
tit.  Marie looked up and said, "I'm not breakable, Barbara.  If
you want to feel it, feel it.  Give it a squeeze.  Your touch is
really quite pleasant on my skin."  The girl did and was amazed
at how firm the tit was.  It was almost solid.  Marie grinned and
disappeared into the kitchen to begin dinner as Tom reappeared.

Barbara involuntarily gasped, "My God, you're gorgeous!" she
exclaimed.

Like his wife, his deep tan was over his entire body.  Even his
semi-erect prick was deeply tanned.  Marie turned to go into the
kitchen as Tom came into the room.  Although Barbara had been
looking at Tom, something about Marie's back caught her eye.

While she liked to think of herself as liberated, she was
blushing now that she was naked in Tom's presence in spite of --
or perhaps because of -- the fact that her nude body did not even
give him an erection.  To escape, she followed Marie into the
kitchen.  With Marie standing with her back towards Barbara, the
girl immediately saw two things: First, two bruises on her very
tight ass that were the size and shape of Tom's hand; and second,
a mass of scars that covered her entire back, buttocks and
thighs.  Coming up behind Marie she reached out and touchedthem.

Looking over her shoulder, Marie said, "Those are souvenirs of
the People's Army of Liberation.  The bruises on my ass are Tom's
but you already knew that."

"But what did you do?" the girl asked.  "What was your crime?"

"Crime?" Marie asked.  "Two, I guess.  First, we were supposed to
be the most beautiful girls in the village, so our rape and
torture was going to be special.  Second, we were the daughters
of the mayor."

Then the girl saw something else.  The initials, K C, were
branded into her left buttock.  She touched them and realized
they were burned in deep.  Feeling the girl's fingers on the
scar, Marie said casually, "My sister did that.  The brand I gave
her is on her right side.  It's a lifetime reminder of the people
who saved us from death and later restored us to life."

Barbara realized she was in a state of complete shock.  Nothing
in this household seemed to follow any comprehensible pattern. 
Then it registered that Marie was moving around the small kitchen
with an incredible economy of motion while preparing dinner. 
When they sat down to eat, it was steak with a marvelous sauce,
french fries and a salad.

Marie said, "Tom, we'll start to economize tomorrow, I guess. 
But it's been so long since we've had any beef."

Barbara was torn.  On the one hand she was trying to be a
vegetarian.  The animal-rights people had convinced her that it
was the way to go.  On the other hand it was the most marvelous
piece of beef she had ever eaten in her life.  When she
complimented Marie on it, the girl just shrugged and said, "I'm
getting there, but there's still a very long way to go to get in
the same league with my teacher.  For her, this would rate as
mediocre minus."

At dinner they continued to talk about two things: the court case
and Marie's education.  Barbara thought she had them almost
talked into Marie going back to school, but while both Tom and
Marie seemed interested, they remained noncommittal.

Finally at eleven, the girl got dressed again and left the
apartment.  When she did, Marie went into Tom's arms and melted.
Then she whispered, "My darling, I love you so much."  Then
grinning brightly she said, "And I was so proud of my teenybopper
husband!  Your beautiful cock didn't even rise to salute that
blonde."

She bent over and pointed to her left ass cheek -- Marie kept
track of which side was to be spanked next.  Tom lifted her up
after patting it lightly and said, "Darling, I think we should
wait until the baby is born before there is any morediscipline."

Grinning he added, "I know my wife is a masochist, but I don't
know if the baby is.  What do you think?"

"I think my cunt is going to start leaking all over the carpet,
is what I think."  Then she smiled a brilliant smile and said,
"That's one of the problems with civilization.  On the island I
just watered the sand."

Tom picked her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. 
Marie teased him because it was only less than a week earlier
that they had made love in a bed for the very first time.  She
said they had a lot of ground to make up and he replied he was
trying his best.*Chapter 2*

The next morning Barbara Dawson was wearing her best suit when
Harriet Dobbs picked her up near the apartment to drive downtown.
 While they were driving, Harriet admitted that she hadn't seen
Sandra Harris in years, but she was certain that Sandra could
persuade her partners to go along with their plan.  Although
there was a garage in the basement of the building where they
were going, Harriet felt the parking rates were terribly high so
they found an outdoor lot and walked back to the building. 
Checking the directory they found that Clifford & Jamison was on
the thirty-eighth floor.  When they got off the elevator, they
saw the most impressive office entrance either had ever seen. 
When they opened the outer door, they saw a reception area that
was even more impressive.

Sandy Harris came out to greet them and escorted them back to her
office.  The day was another of the Los Angeles rarities: It was
crystal clear and there was a clear view through the glass wall
out to the Pacific.  The two women stood at the window and just
gaped at the vista.  Then, when Sandy cleared her throat, they
were jerked back to the present.

They took seats on the most comfortable leather-covered sofa
Barbara had ever seen.  Although her parents were quite well-off
and her father was a very successful executive, nothing she had
ever seen was a sumptuous as this.  When Sandy called for coffee,
a girl brought it in.

Looking up, Barbara realized that she was one of the most
beautiful young women she had ever seen, with a golden tan, brown
eyes, and the most incredible hair coloring that ranged from
brown to sandy to blonde to white.  She did not see Kathy wink at
Sandy when she served.

After Sandy and Harriet chatted about old times in the peace
movement for a few minutes, they finished their coffee and went
into the conference room.  Sandy had said that it would save time
if Harriet only had to explain the plan once to all the relevant
partners.  Barbara had told Tom and his wife that she wanted to
work for Clifford & Jamison, but all she really knew about it was
its reputation.  Now that she was in the firm offices for the
first time, she was certain that she did.

The conference room was in keeping with everything else she had
seen.  Several women were waiting and Barbara almost fell over
when she looked at them.  Without exception, they were the most
beautiful women she had ever seen, and no one looked to be even
thirty years old.

In fact, she was puzzled.  Harriet spoke of Sandra Harris as a
contemporary yet Harriet looked to be about twenty years older. 
_Sandra looks so young, so beautifully alive and vibrant, while
to be honest,_ she thought, _Harriet looks very middle-aged and
frumpy._

She met Mrs. Clifford and Miss Jamison, the two name partners. 
Allison Clifford, she decided, was the most beautiful human being
in the world.  When the meeting began, Sandra led off by telling
the group how she had met Harriet Dobbs in the peace movement but
hadn't seen her in years.  She explained that Dobbs was now an
associate professor of environmental studies at USC.

When they were seated around the conference table, Barbara
realized that she and Harriet had become physically separated,
and it almost seemed to be by plan.  As Harriet began to speak,
the door opened and another woman came in.

Barbara's jaw dropped when she saw who it was.  Before she could
say anything, Ali Clifford introduced Marie Trang as the firm's
tax partner.  "In fact," Ali said, "Marie is our professional
professional.  In addition to her law degree, she has her MBA and
is a Certified Public Accountant."  She grinned and added, "The
CPA designation was a little tough to arrange because Marie never
worked for an accounting firm, but we managed."

Marie was wearing a hand-tailored white silk suit.  She was the
picture of a young professional as she carried a purse and a
portfolio both made of what appeared to be sharkskin.  It
reminded Barbara of the belt she had been wearing the day before.
 Suddenly Barbara wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor
remembering how she had been babbling about Marie going to a
community college.  Then she also realized that Marie must be far
older than she had thought or could even believe.  But two
advanced degrees plus the CPA designation took time.

Harriet, meanwhile, explained how they were going to organize the
foundation, and, using the people they had lined up, were going
to initiate the colluded action with the Coastal Commission. 
Finally, she ended her long speech -- she had been talking for
over an hour -- with a plea for the environment.

At that point she looked at Marie and asked icily, "Is that
leather sharkskin?"

Marie looked up from her notes and said coolly, "Yes, it is.  In
fact it's from the belly of a Great White shark."

"But... but... but that's inhuman!  Don't you realize how few
Great Whites there are left in the world?"

"Well," Marie replied coolly, "It was him or us, and I like to
think of myself as being higher on the food chain."

At that point Ali Clifford broke in and said, "Miss Dobbs, I'll
make a deal with you.  I'll donate ten million dollars to your
organization on one condition.  Are you interested?"

Stopped as she was about to retort, the woman just gasped and
said, "Of course I'm interested.  And I am prepared to do
anything to get that kind of money."

"Great!" Ali replied.  "All you have to do is what Marie and her
husband have just done."

The woman looked at Marie in surprise as Ali continued, "You see,
they have just returned -- less than a week ago, in fact -- from
the most remarkable honeymoon I have ever heard of.  As an
environmentalist, I'm sure you will be interested.  Do you hike?
Camp out?  That sort of thing?"  The woman said she did.

"Then maybe you're the one to do it yourself.  You see, rather
than going to some hotel somewhere to lose her virginity, Tom and
Marie were dropped off a boat about a thousand yards off the
beach of a tiny island cove.  They were naked, of course, and had
three knives, a few fish hooks and some line."  Looking up for a
moment, Ali grinned and said, "Oh, I almost forgot.  They each
carried a few matches in waterproof containers in their anuses. 
That's all.  They spent the next four months alone on that
island.  They were picked up last week."

Now her blue eyes blazed with blue fire as she said, "That poor
endangered shark you spoke of?  It swam into the little cove and,
to say the least, interfered with their fishing.  They went after
it.  They estimate it was small: only 1,500 to 2,000 pounds. 
When it started after Tom, Marie killed it with her knife." 
Turning to Marie Ali asked, "Have you decided what to do with its
teeth yet?"

Marie grinned and replied, "No, Ali, we haven't.  I'll tell you
one thing, though.  I'm not planning on eating shark meat again
anytime soon.  Tom and I were really getting sick of it, and then
to top everything off, we had to bury the remains of the dumb
thing to keep it from stinking up the whole island."

Harriet was aghast and astounded.  "Do you mean to say you
actually hunted down that poor creature!?"

Marie looked at her calmly and asked, "Have you ever seen a Great
White up close?  You do realize, I hope, that Tom and I were
completely naked.  All we had were our knives.  Given that it
outweighed the two of us combined by a factor of at least five
and we were in its environment, not ours, I think it was a fair
fight.  Of course the thing is sort of stupid..."

"That's impossible!" Harriet exclaimed.  "I mean...  It's just
utterly ridiculous..."

"Okay," Marie said agreeably, "then its all a figment of our
collective imaginations.  So there's nothing to be concerned
about, is there?  My honeymoon souvenirs must be somethingelse."

While the discussion of the shark had been going on, Sandy Benson
had quietly excused herself.  When she returned to the room, she
was carrying a baby in her arms, and the jacket of the cord suit
she was wearing was unbuttoned baring her full milk-laden
breasts.

Returning to her seat, she played with the baby -- a lovely boy
with light hair and blue eyes, about four months old.  She lifted
him up in the air and the baby cooed and laughed while his little
feet kicked out.  Once he stepped on Sandy's tit.

Barbara had been watching in utter amazement and couldn't control
herself.  Rising from her chair she went around the table to get
a closer look at the baby.  He was the happiest little thing the
girl had ever seen.

When she said so, Sandy cracked, "You would be happy, too, if you
were standing on your lunch!"

After nuzzling the baby to her face, she cradled him in her arm
and put him against her left breast.  The baby's mouth locked on
her nipple and he began to pat her beautiful tit with his hands.
Only then did Barbara realize that Sandy's breasts were as tanned
as the rest of her body.

While the baby was suckling, she said quietly, "Harriet and
Barbara, this is John Benson, junior.  I was finally able to beat
Jack into submission on his name."  Rolling her eyes she said,
"It took me nearly two months, too -- and I'm supposed to be good
at persuading juries.  Shit!  I couldn't even persuade my husband
and he loves me."

"Harriet," she said with venom in her voice, "you and your
radical friends nearly destroyed my life with your 'women as a
depository for a man's sexual fluids' bullshit.  Somehow -- and I
have never really found out how -- the two name partners in this
firm were able to save me from myself."

Looking down at her chest she said, "I was always kind of proud
of my tits.  But it was only when our oldest, Laura, was born
five years ago that I found out what they're really for.  Look at
Johnny!  You may have noticed that you didn't hear a baby cry."

With a wry smile she said, "Believe me, it's not what you might
think.  This room is not soundproofed and there must be..." 
Looking at Ali she asked, "What?  Maybe five infants today?"  Ali
just grinned and shrugged saying that since the joint was always
overrun with curtain-climbers she could never maintain an
accurate count so she didn't even try.

Sandy shrugged and continued, "You may _think_ this is a law
office.  Actually, it's a combination nursery, cooking school and
playground, with a little law on the side.  But back to babies
crying.  It seems that there are a number of fairly standard
things around here.

First, our girls -- and we like to think of ourselves as girls,
thank you very much -- come in assorted colors, with a little
variation in height."  Grinning at Marie she interjected, "As
long as you don't count Short Stuff over there and her sister,
that is."

"I'm only a couple of inches shorter than Joan Clifford, smarty,"
Marie interjected, sticking out her tongue.  "Can we help it if
the firm insists on hiring Amazons?"

Sandy stuck the tip of her tongue out at Marie, winked, and
continued, "The second thing is that our husbands all come
first... and second... and third.  Then our children."  She shook
her head and said, "I'm wrong.  I apologize. _God_ is first, then
the rest of the sequence.  I guess our law practice ranks around
number fifteen or twenty or something."

She looked at Harriet and asked rhetorically, "Do you know what
the very best day of all is for my family?"  Answering her own
question she said, "It's Sunday.  You see, we all sleep with our
husbands nude and in the same way: with our head on his right
shoulder and his hand cupping our right tit.  Every Sunday about
six, I get up and go get Johnny from his bassinet.  After
changing him and powdering him, I bring him back to bed with me.

"Now little Laura climbs out of her bed and comes in, too.  Jack
goes back to cupping my left tit while Johnny feasts on my right.
 Laura -- also naked, of course -- gets in bed next to her father
and rests her head on his left shoulder."  She smiled fondly
thinking about the scene.  "Last week she asked if she could have
a pair of tits for Christmas so Daddy could have something to
hold with his other hand."

Then she went back to her narrative.  "When he's finished
nursing, I change Johnny again -- he's always sound asleep by
this time -- and bring him back to the bedroom.  Laura gets out
of bed and comes over to my side while Jack holds the baby.  It
seems Johnny loves to nuzzle into Jack's neck.  Anyway, Laura
gets in bed with me and drains the rest of the milk in my right
tit.  Then we rearrange again.  Johnny sleeps on me with his head
between my breasts.  Laura is back beside Jack, and we all go
back to sleep.  When we wake up later, Jack takes me.

"He got one of the biggest thrills of his life last week.  When I
was unconscious from my last orgasm and Jack was just holding me
in his arms, little Laura gave him the sweetest kiss and said,
'You're the best daddy in the whole world.  You made Mommy so
happy!  And it isn't even Mother's Day!'"

Sandy smiled warmly, remembering.  Then she said, "Later, she was
ecstatic because she got to take a shower with Jack and me.  She
even washed out my slit and loved working the soap around Jack's
magnificent prick and balls.  Then we all went to church, came
back home, and had breakfast."

Harriet Dobbs was now utterly aghast.  "But Sandra," she
exclaimed, "you can't be serious!  Allowing your daughter to
watch you and your husband... _fornicate?"_

"That's because she's too young to help yet," Sandy replied
casually.  Then she looked at her watch and noticed it was eleven
thirty.  Rising, she said they would take a break for lunch.

Dobbs didn't know what to do.  The reception at the law firm was
totally different from what she expected.  Sandra was
increasingly antagonistic, so she really wanted to leave.  On the
other hand, there was Mrs. Clifford's offer of ten million
dollars, and she hadn't heard all the terms of the offer yet. 
Reluctantly she accompanied Sandra back to her office.

When they rose from the table, Marie came around to greet Bobbie
Dawson.  There was an apologetic little grin on her face as she
extended her hand.  Taking it, Barbara was amazed at the strength
in the smaller woman's grip.  "Bobbie, are you sure they would
take me into the program at the community college?  You don't
know anything about my high-school grades."

"Oh, yes, Marie, I'm sure," she replied with a bright smile. 
"They'll take _anyone!"_  She had remembered something from
looking through law-school admissions materials and asked,
"You're a twin, aren't you?  And you graduated from USC Law?"

"Sure did," the girl replied agreeably.

"And you and your sister set some sort of all-time record there.
You were co-valedictorians, weren't you?"

Marie just shrugged and asked if Barbara would like to look
around.  "After all," she said, "you're planning on joining the
firm, so you ought to see what you're getting yourself in for."

Before moving, the girl asked, "Marie, how old are you, anyway? 
You look to be about seventeen -- or at least you did yesterday,
both at the Union and even naked.  Dressed the way you are today,
you look a little older..."  Grinning, she cocked her head and
said, "Hell, today you could almost pass for twenty-one!"

"I'm twenty-eight," Marie replied.  Then with a warm smile she
said, "I'm getting all kinds of flack from my partners, of
course, about robbing the cradle.  On the other hand, I insist
that they're just jealous because I have a young stud while
they're all stuck with old men!"*Chapter 3*

Marie and Barbara Dawson went back to the conference room and the
girl was astounded by the change in the room's appearance.  The
paneling on one wall had been folded back revealing a full-scale
gourmet kitchen, where the girl who had served them coffee was
now preparing food assisted by three others.  Meanwhile, two
other young women who were naked were setting the big table with
a great many places.  One of the girls looked exactly like Marie
but with longer hair.  Marie told her it was her twin sister,
Celeste.

The other girl was about five feet three or four with a gamine
haircut.  Bobbie could almost swear that the girl's abdomen was
visibly convex.  When she asked about her, Marie replied casually
that she was Ali's daughter -- and daughter-in-law -- Joan
Clifford, and indeed she was pregnant.  "In fact," Marie said, "I
think she will deliver any day now."  The girl just shook her
head in disbelief.

Then, looking at Bobbie, Marie said, "Please don't mind what
you're about to see.  I will assure you, though, that I haven't
completely lost my mind."  With that she went to the girl who was
supervising the kitchen and knelt down in front of her.  It was
only then that Bobbie noticed that the girl was barefoot.  Marie
bent low and kissed the woman's feet.

Looking down, Kathy Carlson said, "Marie Conroy, will you kindly
knock off that shit!"

Rising to her feet, Marie just said softly but firmly, "Of course
not, Lady Kathy.  You know I cannot stop worshiping you."

With that she tipped her head up and cocked it slightly.  The
other woman's face came down and the two sets of lips merged in a
kiss that Bobbie thought was beautiful beyond belief.  She
realized that she was almost literally seeing the purest love
flow between the two women.

When they parted, Marie asked softly, "How would you like to
punish me today, Lady Kathy?"

"I'll have to think of something," Kathy replied, and then gave
one of Marie's cheeks a very hard pinch.

Marie yelped in pain, then slowly rubbed the injured spot and
stuck out the tip of her tongue, but her eyes were gleaming. 
Then she said, "Lady Kathy, I don't believe you have been
introduced to Tom's classmate from USC, Bobbie Dawson."

Turning to the girl she said, "I would like you to meet my savior
and inspiration, Katherine Carlson.  She is also one of my
partners.  She is the principal secretary at the firm, she's the
research department, the firm's expert on contracts and the
construction and real estate industries.  In addition, she's the
finest female golfer in the world, the strongest woman alive, and
the source of my life and my love, as well as being my
inspiration."

Pointing to her left flank she concluded, "The initials branded
on my flank stand for Kathy Carlson.  The reason for the location
is that during their honeymoon I had the great pleasure and good
fortune to be able to warm Kathy's right side while she warmed
her husband, Ken."

When she asked what was for lunch, all Kathy would do was assure
her it would be edible.

Then they went out another door and entered a hitherto unseen
area of the office.  It was like a very large segmented nursery
filled with children ranging in age from about five years old
downward to just a few months.  Bobbie was amazed to see so many
of the young women she had seen earlier in the conference room
helping all but the very youngest get dressed.

Marie continued to show the girl around the offices and then they
returned to the conference room.  There they were greeted by Joan
Clifford and Barbara was shown to her seat which was indicated by
a place card.

Barbara asked Joan about her pregnancy and was utterly dumbstruck
by her reply, "Oh, it's fine.  The contractions are coming about
every five minutes or so now, so I guess I'll check in at the
hospital after lunch."  Then with a little grin she added, "I'm
afraid Bill will have to get his own dinner tonight."

"You can't be serious!" Bobbie exclaimed.

"I'm afraid I am," Joan said with a wry grin.  "The bureaucratic
jerks that run those joints never let us go home to cook while we
have a baby in their nursery."

When Bobbie explained that she was referring to being in labor,
Joan just winked and said she knew that was what she meant the
first time.  Then she said that the girls, for some reason --
maybe instruction from Hank Conroy -- averaged about thirty
seconds of hard labor: one hard push and it was over.

Then she asked, "Would you like to feel?  A woman in labor feels
sort of... strange."

Bobbie stood behind the smaller girl and put her fingertips on
her abdomen.  She could feel the motion inside as the birth
process was well along.  As she did she noted that Joan, like
Marie, had no pubic hair and asked her about it.  Joan told her
that she had worked nude as a waitress -- only wearing a tiny
apron, net stockings and high heels -- and the management
insisted.  She had gotten used to it and her husband, Bill,
claimed to love her cunt that way.  "Besides," she finished, "I
don't have to worry about those idiots slicing up my groin trying
to shave me this afternoon."

Bobbie took her seat and was strangely relieved to find that
Harriet was seated diagonally opposite at the long table -- about
as far away from her as she physically could be.  Just then a boy
and girl, each about five years old, came up to her.

The little boy had golden blonde hair, vivid blue eyes and was
wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and blue short pants with a
little belt.  He was scrubbed and his hair was neatly combed and
brushed.

The boy held out his hand and said, "Good morning, Miss Dawson. 
My name is Kenneth Clifford.  I am Ali Clifford's son, and I'm
very glad to meet you."  With an incredibly brilliant smile he
added, "I am very pleased to be sitting next to you at luncheon
today."

She shook his hand gravely and he continued, "Miss Dawson, it is
my pleasure to introduce my niece, Andrea Cartwright.  Andy is my
sister Connie's daughter, and will be sitting next to you, as
well."  Then with the warmest smile Bobbie had ever seen he
added, "Our family is a little odd with the ages of children."

Andy Cartwright had vivid emerald-green eyes and hair that was so
blonde it was almost white.  Like everyone else present, the two
children were both deeply tanned and Barbara was certain that it
was all over their bodies.  The little girl made the most
beautiful deep curtsy Bobbie had ever seen.

Then with the greatest aplomb, she held out her small hand and in
a beautifully modulated voice said, "How do you do, Miss Dawson.
I'm very happy to meet you."  Then with the most impish grin
Bobbie had ever seen, she said, "Thank you for introducing me,
Uncle Ken."

Bobbie found she couldn't resist.  She scooped the little girl up
in her arms and held her tight, then kissed her full on the lips.
 What followed amazed her.  The little girl moved her lips on
Bobbie's while the purest love flowed between them.  When they
separated, the girl just looked deeply into Bobbie's eyes, while
Bobbie looked into hers.

She realized that she was looking into the most love-filled eyes
she had ever seen, and the girl just exuded goodness. 
Remembering the line from years before that the eyes are the
window of the soul, she noted that there was nothing there but
love and sheer goodness.  She put her down and repeated it with
the little boy and achieved the identical result.

When she put him down again, he said, "Thank you for the kiss,
Miss Dawson.  It was wonderful.  You're a very good person."

Then the little boy escorted the little girl to her chair and
seated her, then sat down at his own place.  Bobbie realized she
had never had such an experience in her life.  She was
encountering a level of manners she thought had become extinct
around the turn of the century.  Yet the children were bubbling,
vivacious and clearly enjoying themselves and the situation.

She asked the children about it after first asking them to please
call her Barbara, or, better yet, Bobbie.

Ken Clifford looked at her skeptically and said, "I would like
to, Miss Dawson, but Mommy says it's disrespectful to call an
adult by her first name."

When Bobbie asked them about the luncheon they both said that it
was a very special treat for them to eat lunch when the firm had
professional company.  The reason the children were so
well-behaved was that if they were not they were barred from the
office for thirty days.

"Oh, I see!" Bobbie said.  "That means that your mother has to
get a babysitter to stay with you while she's at work."

The two children looked at her with a puzzled expression on their
faces.  Clearly, what she had said was totally foreign to their
experience.  Then Andy, who, it turned out, was older than Kenny
by about three months, shook her head and grinned saying, "Oh no,
Miss Dawson!  If we can't come to the office, our mothers don't
come in either.  Since they're all happier here together, we all
try our very best to be good in order to make them happy."

"You see, Miss Dawson," Ken continued, "all of our families work
pretty much the same way.  Take my mother, for example: For her,
the sun rises and sets in Dad.  There is _nothing_ she will not
do to make him a little happier or to create a little more
pleasure for him -- and that's utterly regardless of the cost to
herself in doing it, of course.  Then there are the children: 
Did you see Mom nursing my sister this morning?  It's the most
beautiful sight in the world to see her cradling the baby to her
tit and loving her while she drinks Mom's luscious milk."

With a wonderful warm smile he added, "I often get to drain her
tit when the baby falls asleep so I know how delicious her milk
really is.  And you know what else?" he asked.  "While I am
nursing, she's stroking my head, my face and my body while
telling me how much she loves me.  And she really does!" he added
emphatically with tears coming to his eyes.

"So you see, we have to be good because it's the only way we can
possibly show our mothers how much we really love them.  That's
because we can't give them anything or do anything for them,
ever.  But when I'm being really good, Mom gives me her sunshine
smile and tells me how happy and proud she is of me.  If you have
ever seen my mother's sunshine smile, you know how wonderful it
feels when it's aimed at you!"

It was all Bobbie could do to keep from fleeing the table.  Here
were these two very young children teaching her what motherhood
was all about.  She felt so humble and realized her attitudes had
been so incredibly wrong before that she wanted to run away.

The meal was served and it turned out to be the most spectacular
omelette she had ever seen.  Looking towards the cooking area,
she realized that Kathy was producing six at once and appeared to
be a juggler as she dexterously handled all six pans with
omelettes at various degrees of completion.  As she flipped them
out one after the other, Celeste and Joan added soufleed fried
potatoes and a salad and quickly served them.

Bobbie still couldn't believe how quickly Joan was moving in
spite of actually being in labor.  Ali announced that, in view of
the fact that omelettes quickly got cold and they had to be made
individually, please eat when served.

When she was served, Harriet Dobbs made a small scene.  "But...
but these are... _eggs!"_ she protested.  When Ali pointed out
calmly that omelettes usually were made with eggs, she said, "But
all that cholesterol!"

"I live on Kathy's omelettes -- whenever I can bludgeon her into
making them, of course," Ali Clifford replied.   "Ms. Dobbs, I'll
bet you $1,000 that my bad serum cholesterol level is lower than
yours and my good cholesterol level is higher.  Do you want to
take me up on it?"

"Well!" Dobbs huffed.  "Of course you're so much younger, so what
could I expect."

"I'm reasonably sure I'm older than you are."  Looking carefully
at the woman she said, "Although you look to be about fifty, my
guess is that you're about thirty-eight.  I'm forty-four.  Now
how about the bet?"

All eyes were focused on the two women when Sandy told Harriet
not to take it.  She added with a grin and a wink at Ali that she
was just trying to prevent trouble between Ali and her husband,
Bill.

When Harriet looked puzzled, Sandy said, "Harriet, Ali is married
to Bill Clifford, one of the very richest people in the world. 
His -- or more accurately, their -- net worth is now probably in
eleven digits.  Since you're not an economist, to save time I'll
tell you that's a number larger than ten _billion!_

"The result is that the way to really ruin Bill's day is to tell
him how much money you made for him -- he claims he can't come
close to spending what he already has.

"As far as the bet is concerned, Ali Clifford has a _good_
cholesterol level higher than the average person's bad, and a bad
cholesterol level that doesn't even register in the test."

Then with a tone of steel in her voice she added, "Harriet, eat
the damned omelette!  I guarantee you will never taste one nearly
as good in your life.  Furthermore, this is in honor of the
return of Marie Trang -- or more accurately, Marie Conroy -- to
the firm.  You see, being on that island for four months, there
were no hen's eggs and she and Tom never really developed a taste
for the eggs that they could find."

Bobbie agreed with Sandy's characterization of the meal: It was
the finest food she had tasted in her entire life.  While she was
eating, she noticed that the children flanking her were sitting
up straight in their chairs with their hands folded, patiently
waiting for their food.

When they were served, she noticed that they were neater eaters
and had far better table-manners than her classmates at school. 
After a magnificent creme caramel was served for dessert and was
then followed by coffee, everyone rose from the table.

Ken Clifford made a little bow and held out his hand.  When she
took it he said, "Thank you very much, Miss Dawson, for allowing
us to join you for luncheon.  It has been a real pleasure."  Andy
Cartwright said essentially the same thing.

As they were turning to go, their mothers came up behind them,
scooped them up and held them tightly in their arms.  Bobbie
noted that both children instantly nuzzled their mothers' necks
and then kissed them.

With Kenny in her arms Ali Clifford said, "Thank you, Barbara,
for dining with my son.  It looks like he and my granddaughter
behaved themselves."

The girl slowly shook her head and said, "Mrs. Clifford, you have
to be overflowing with pride -- or you certainly should be.  I
was thinking as we were eating that I never see table manners
this good at USC -- anywhere!  And Kenneth Clifford is the most
handsome young man I have ever seen."  Then she looked up at the
ceiling, counted on her fingers and said with a wonderfully warm
smile, "In fifteen years, I'll only be thirty-three.  Would that
be too old?  Could I wait for him?"

She was then dazzled by Ali's sunshine smile that her son had
told her about.  It virtually melted her to the floor.

Hugging the little boy tightly, she whispered loudly enough for
Bobbie to hear clearly, "Kenny, Miss Dawson is wondering if you
will marry her if she waits for you.  My darling son, you must
have been extra good today!"

With that she hugged him tight and Bobbie could see the little
boy's ears turn red as he nuzzled Ali's neck.  Then he pulled
back and she gave him her sunshine smile saying, "Kenny, you have
just made me so very proud of you!"  She looked into his eyes and
said, "You know, Ken, mothers always have a very special place in
their hearts for their firstborn sons.  My darling, you're a
delight."

As she said it, Bobbie could see in action precisely what the
little boy had said to her at lunch:  He was almost bursting with
joy.

Then Andy's mother put out her hand and said, "We haven't been
introduced.  I'm Ali's daughter, Connie Cartwright.  Thank you
for taking care of Andy at lunch today."

Bobbie found herself looking at the most stunning silver blonde
she had ever seen.  It was clear that Andy was going to be the
image of her mother.  Bobbie repeated essentially what she had
said to Ali.

Then Andy said, "Mommy, I was trying so hard to be good so you
would be proud of me.  Were you, Mommy?"

"Oh, my darling Andy, how could I not be?"  Looking directly into
the little girl's eyes Connie said, "You have made me so happy
and proud, my darling!"  Then she kissed the little girl full on
the lips.

Bobbie could see an incredible flow of love between mother and
daughter.  When they parted the little girl told her mother what
she and Ken had said to Miss Dawson.  When she did, Connie
Cartwright unleashed a sunshine smile so bright that it rivaled
Ali's in intensity.  It was now so obvious to Bobbie that what
the little children had told her was the absolute truth:  The
pinnacle of their happiness was to be able to do things to make
their mothers happy.  It was a very humbling thought.

When the mothers put their children down, Bobbie got down on her
knees and hugged and kissed both children.  Then she looked at
them both and said, "Thank you so much for demonstrating to me so
vividly the joys of motherhood."  Then she looked at Kenny, knelt
up straight and said, "If I work hard to improve my appearance
and then wait for you, will you marry me in fifteen years?"

His answer absolutely stunned her.  "Of course I will marry you,
Miss Dawson."  But then he added with a merry light in his eyes,
"The problem is that in fifteen years you'll already be married
with several beautiful children of your own.  A woman as loving
and as beautiful as you couldn't be allowed to wait that long."

Her hands just dropped to her sides and with a gleam in her eyes
and tears in their corners she said softly, "Ken, since you're
tossing me over, could you at least give me a goodbye kiss?  For
old time's sake?"

The little boy responded in amazing fashion.  With his hands
still at his sides he stood close and put his lips on hers.  The
flow of love between them almost knocked her down.  Then, as much
to keep from falling as anything else, she wrapped her arms
around him and hugged him tightly.  When she did, he put his arms
around her neck and hugged.  Their kiss just continued.

When they slowly parted, she saw tears in the corners of the
little boy's eyes.  He said, "Miss Dawson, thank you so very
much.  I will cherish this day forever as the day I received my
first kiss from a beautiful woman."

"Ken," she replied softly, "you will be a woman's dream come
true.  I will pray that you find a woman worthy of your love." 
Then she said with a wry little grin, "Since I gave you your
first adult kiss, could you please call me Bobbie?  Just once?"

He burned her with another kiss and then retreated to his
mother's arms but then said, "Thank you for the marvelous kiss,
Bobbie."

Then Barbara repeated it with the little girl, Andy.  She said,
"Andy, you're the image of your mother.  You will grow straight
and tall and be the same shapely vision of female perfection that
she is.  Thank you for your company -- and your kiss."

The little girl went into her arms and gave her a kiss of the
purest goodness and love.

When they parted the little girl said, "Thank you, Miss Dawson."
Then she added softly, "May the good Lord bless you and keep you.
 May he make His light to shine upon you, and guide you and keep
you safe forever and ever unto the end of time."

Bobbie found she couldn't take it anymore.  The little girl's
words caused her to begin to bawl.

Ali put her son down, took Bobbie into her arms and whispered,
"Bobbie, what's wrong?  What happened?"

With the tears still streaming from her eyes the girl replied,
"Never in my life have I met two people so good and so pure as
your son and granddaughter.  They make me feel so humble and
insignificant.  Then when Andy gave me her blessing..."

She just began to cry her eyes out while Ali held her tightly. 
Connie took the two children by the hand and led them away
leaving Ali alone with her.  Finally the girl regained some
control and said, "I am so vile and dirty and they are so clean
and pure!"

Then with the pain she was feeling showing in her face she said,
"Now I know that you weren't kidding at all this morning.  If I
were the mother of either of those children, I would burst with
pride.  Both of them are as close to being perfect as God has
ever made."  The anguish was audible as she added, "No wonder
being a lawyer ranks around number twenty-five or so with you
women!  Giving birth and nurturing children like that is an
accomplishment that makes the most important legal problem look
insignificant!"

"Consider yourself hired when you get out of law school," Ali
said softly.  "Now I'll tell you something about Kenny and
people.  He never misses.  And I mean _never!_  Moreover, I don't
know what it is -- his age, his upbringing, or what -- but he is
incapable of telling anything but the strict truth.  What you
heard, Bobbie, is a prophecy.  You will have at least three
children by the time he's twenty.  Regardless of who you are or
what you may have done, you're still pure of heart and that's
plenty good enough for me."

Ali took a tissue, wiped the girl's eyes, and helped her to her
feet.  Then she took the girl in her arms and gave her the most
incredible kiss Bobbie had ever experienced in her life.  It was
the adult version of the one she had received from each of the
children, communicating a depth of love and goodness that was
beyond belief.  At the same time she could feel Ali's lips moving
on hers while her arms were holding her tightly to her body.

When they parted, Ali gave Bobbie her sunshine smile, full blast.
 The girl found it to be overwhelming as she looked into Ali's
incredible blue eyes and just saw them radiating love.

Softly she whispered, "My God!  Who are you people?  You... You
can't be human.  Your goodness and your smile can light up the
whole Los Angeles basin!"

"You sure got that right," Joan Clifford said softly from behind
her.  "How do you think I felt when Ali adopted me as her
daughter?  My heart almost burst that day from sheer joy and
happiness."  Turning to Ali she asked, "Would you mind if I ask
Fred to take me to the hospital?  They're coming a little less
than two minutes apart now."

Ali winked at Bobbie and said, "Good grief, daughter!  You and
your sisters do this to me every damned time.  Don't you think
Fred has anything better to do than to shuttle you to the
hospital just so you can drop another baby?  I mean...  Really! 
He does have important things to do."

But then she stretched out her arms, and the girl ran to her to
be wrapped in her mother's arms.  As their bodies pressed
together, Ali could feel the contractions through the girl's
abdomen.

With a wonderful warm smile she said, "Dad and I'll come by the
hospital in a couple of hours to see our newest grandchild." 
Then her eyes grew serious and she said, "Take care, darling!"

With a wink, Joan hurried off saying, "If I drop the damned thing
on the floor, Bill will give me forty kinds of hell.  He says
it's bad for his professional image!"  The girl disappeared
through the door.

Ali turned back to Bobbie and said, "Well, let's get the show
back on the road.  You haven't seen the end of the fireworks. 
Sandy hasn't even gotten warmed up yet!"

The people gathered again around the conference table.  When they
did, Bobbie realized that Joan had worked with Marie's sister to
spotlessly clean the room before she left for the hospital.

Before returning to her seat she mentioned it to Ali who only
grinned and said, "The record, I think, is held by Tom's mother,
Hank Conroy.  She defended her Hawaiian Women's Amateur Golf
Championship, accepted the trophy, had a glass of champagne and
delivered less than an hour later.  She says that the damned kid
even caused her to miss an easy putt on the eighteenth green by
kicking at the wrong time."

Bobbie just shook her head in amazement, but after what she had
seen today, she believed that it had actually happened.

Harriet Dobbs had used the time during lunch to organize her
thoughts and she believed she had identified an opportunity.  She
started off by saying, "Mrs. Clifford, you are going to give me
the ten million dollars _without_ this insane contest."

"Oh?" Ali asked quietly.  "Why will I do that?"

"You will if you and these other... people... want to keep your
children," she declared with a triumphant smirk.  "When I tell
the Social Services people about the immoral environment in which
you're raising them..."

"You say one word to them, Harriet, and you will pray to God that
you had never been born!" Sandy interjected.

"You're threatening me!" the woman exclaimed.

"No, Harriet.  Would it be a threat if I were to say that the sun
will rise in the east tomorrow...  No!  Let me correct that
statement.  Would it be a threat for me to say that the sun rose
in the east this morning?"

"Of course not," the woman replied, "but what does that have to
do with anything?"

Sandy looked up at the ceiling pensively and said softly, "You do
know -- or should -- that women are inherently much better at
cruelty than men are.  Women like to maximize the total pain... 
They like to experiment to see exactly how much pain they can
maintain while the subject remains conscious, just screaming her
guts out.

"With the exception of our husbands, we care for nothing as much
as our children."  Looking at the woman with fire burning in her
eyes she said, "Make one move against our children, and I repeat:
You will pray to God that you had never been born!"

Then she changed the subject and said, "This morning when I was
interrupted by my son, I was telling you how I hate you for what
you did to me.  You see, I am forty years old now and only have
two children.  Of course the doctors insist I'm only twenty five,
but what do they know?  You and your fellow lesbians made me
almost destroy my life and I will never forgive you for that.

"But there's more."  Turning to Marie she asked, "Would you and
your sister please undress?  You know what I want them to see."

Marie and her sister quickly stripped off their clothes and then
stood face to face with their arms together and stretched high
over their heads.  Slowly they moved in a tight circle together
as they did when they were suspended from the wooden frame in
their village square being whipped.  Posed in this fashion it was
easy to see how the scars came to be.

Kathy Carlson gasped because, as often as she had seen the girls
naked, they had never done this before.  As a result, she could
now see where a whip scar on one girl's body continued on the
other's.  "That's what the agrarian reformers did to these
girls!" Sandy exclaimed.

Then she said, "Celeste is married to the son of one of the
richest and most influential of the overseas Chinese.  His family
has incredible contacts and information sources throughout
southeast Asia.  At lunch today, she told me something they had
just learned.  Remember I said that these girls were forced to
watch as their schoolmates from a Catholic girl's school were
taken to the center of the village square one by one?  There they
were repeatedly raped and tortured until they were dead.

"We just found out that these young women were martyrs.  You see,
they were pressed to renounce their faith and swear adherence to
Buddha.  They refused and each died an incredibly painfuldeath."

Sandy's eyes were even more fiery as she said, "The Chans are
also Catholic.  They are taking steps to get more testimony.  You
see, they are moving to have those lovely young girls canonized
as martyrs and saints!  Their murderers are the people you
supported!"  Sandy shook her head and added, "I did, too!  And
that was largely the fault of you and your friends and the lies
you told to the rest of us!"

Turning back to the girls she asked, "Marie, show Dobbs the
bottom of a foot, please."  She lifted up her foot and Bobbie
gasped as she saw for the first time that the sole was terribly
scarred, too.  Sandy said, "That's what a woman's foot looks like
after walking 150 _miles_ through the jungle... _barefoot!"_  She
nodded and the girls dressed and returned to their seats.

Sandy continued, "There's more, of course.  There are others here
who would _love_ to get their hands on you, too!  For example,
take one of Ali's daughters, Connie Cartwright.  Her
brother-in-law, Bill Cartwright, was in U.S. Army Special Forces.
 He was captured and imprisoned for _fourteen years!_  Never has
one man been tortured the way he was.  He was tortured to make
him confess to war crimes.  Later, it was just to break him. 
They never could.

"You see, his wife -- another of Ali's daughters -- was with him
when she was only ten years old.  She could testify to a great
many things -- including Americans who came to look at Bill when
he was in prison.  Harriet, you went to North Vietnam back then.
Were you one of them?"  The expression of guilt and shock was all
the answer Sandy needed.

Then she said, "By the way, Dobbs, I don't know how insular you
are.  You see, the press is -- to put it mildly -- rather liberal
in its orientation.  Therefore, when something happens that makes
the Left look bad, it tends to be ignored.  But anyway, did you
ever hear of ten men in a fight in Chicago a few years ago?  It
resulted in a ten million dollar judgment against them _and_ one
of the left-wing foundations."

Motioning towards Celeste she said, "While Marie is our tax and
accounting specialist, Celeste, here, is our corporations expert.
 You see, not surprisingly, the foundation tried to hide assets.
Well," Sandy said with an unpleasant grin, "between having
babies, Celeste has made it a labor of love to trace the money
and trace the corporations.  You see, not only have we collected
nearly ten million so far, but since we're always able to show a
conspiracy to hide assets, we've also won a series of punitive
judgments, too."

Now she showed a real smile but her eyes were still blazing as
she added, "It's sort of a legal loaves-and-fishes thing.  We
think it's just great.  You see, although we have collected
nearly ten million on a ten-million-dollar judgment, _they still
owe us more than twenty-five!"_  Turning to Celeste she asked,
"How are we doing now?"

Celeste showed a mirthless grin and said, "Great!  Guess what we
were able to do?  We've just tracked it to several West Coast
foundations.  Checking my records at lunch I found that Harriet
Dobbs is on the board of trustees of all of them.  And do you
know what?  The liability runs to the directors, individually and
severally.  Isn't that neat?"  Celeste's eyes were cold as ice as
she added, "Ms. Dobbs, I'm going to get you."

At this point Ali interrupted and said, "Celeste and Sandy, I'm
sure that Ms. Dobbs is now persuaded that she would much rather
keep her mouth shut.  However, there is still the challenge for
ten million dollars."  Looking at Dobbs she asked, "Do you
understand how it will work?"

The woman was now quivering with fear.  While the women had been
speaking, she could feel her world collapsing around her ears. 
Now she said, "Not really, no.  We form an expedition and live on
this island for four months.  Is that right?"

"Well," Ali replied, "the term, expedition, seems a bit
pretentious for only two people, but if it makes you feel
better..."

"But what about the support camp?" the woman protested.

Ali just shook her head and turned to Marie.  "Honey, maybe you
better explain again just what you and Tom did.  Ms. Dobbs seems
to be a little slow in getting the message."

"It was really very simple," the girl replied.  "Celeste dropped
us off at the cut in the reef, and Tom and I swam to the beach. 
That night he took all of my virginity and I took his.  We were
so pleased that we had it to give to each other.  The next
morning we began setting snares and traps."

Looking at Harriet she said, "I urge you to bring a very virile
man.  You see, for most of the first five days or so, we could
only get enough food to keep one of us going.  Anyway, Tom ate
the food while I lived on his glorious cum.  It's reputed to be
very high in protein, you know, and I guess I'm living testimony
that it truly is.  I'm pregnant now, of course, because there was
no other recreation -- not that either of us were very interested
in anything else.

"You see, there is _no support of any kind._  There is no means
of communication."  She grinned and added, "We couldn't even
float a note out in a bottle, because we didn't have a bottle...
nor did we have paper or pen to write a note if we did.  Miss
Dobbs, my husband and I had three knives, a few fish hooks and
line and some matches.  That's absolutely all.  We had no clothes
-- no nothing.  Am I clear?  Now do you understand?"

The woman just went white.  She said, "But that's utterly
impossible!"

Ali closed it off by saying, "You have two weeks to agree and
begin.  Otherwise, the offer is permanently withdrawn. 
Personally, I don't think you'll make it, but do you want to
try?"

The woman replied that she would think it over and let Ali know.
Then she looked at Barbara and said, "Bobbie, it's time for us to
go.  And I may need your support to testify if we move against
these people."

"Support to do what?" Bobbie asked.

"Why, you will testify that we were told of small children in bed
with their naked parents while they fornicated..."

"I will happily testify to having lunch with the most beautiful,
the most lovely and loving small children I have ever met in my
life.  I will testify that they have exquisite table manners and
were the very pictures of health, both physically and mentally. 
As for being naked in bed with naked parents making love, I don't
have the faintest idea what you could be talking about.

"On the other hand, I think we did learn today that you have a
rather... flexible... working definition of truth."  Turning to
Marie, she asked, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, do you
mind if I wait and ride home with you tonight?"

Marie instantly agreed as Dobbs stormed out of the
office.*Chapter 4*

It was after four o'clock when things finally wrapped up and they
went down to the garage.  Bobbie's eyes widened when she saw
Marie open the door of her sports convertible and put the top
down.  When the girl got in, Marie just grinned and said, "If you
say one word to anyone on campus about me or my car, you're
dead!"  Bobbie just nodded and reclined her seatback to enjoy the
ride.

As they were driving, Marie asked her what she thought Harriet
Dobbs would do.  Barbara opined that she would try to get someone
to try but she didn't think they had a prayer of success. 
"That's without cheating, of course.  What I do know she will do
is to try to figure out some way of beating the contest because
there's no way in hell she could perform the feat fairly."

"There's one big advantage we have, though," Marie continued. 
"She doesn't know where the place is, other than in Hawaii...
somewhere.  You know," she said with a big grin, "you wouldn't
believe how much water there is in the Pacific -- or how spread
out the State of Hawaii really is!"  Then she changed the
subject.  "Why did you characterize yourself as vile and dirty
when you were talking to Ali?  You seem like a pretty good girl
to me."

To Marie's amazement, the girl began to bawl.  She rolled her
body up into a ball with her face toward the door and began to
cry her eyes out.  Since they were traveling main roads there was
nothing she could do for the girl nor was there anything the girl
could do to herself for that matter.  She knew that Tom had a
late lab that day and wouldn't be home until nine.

When she pulled up at the garage that she had rented near their
apartment, she eased the car in, shut it off, and opened the
passenger-side door.  Effortlessly, she lifted the larger girl
out of the car and half-carried her up to their apartment.

Once inside, she stretched the girl out on the sofa, then went to
the kitchen and came back a moment later with a tumbler full of
cognac.  Giving it to the girl she said, "Drink it.  Take a big
slug."

The girl did and almost choked.  Marie muffled her grin because
it had done what she wanted it to do: It had brought Bobbie's
crying to a sudden stop.  The girl looked up with tears in her
eyes from the alcohol that had burned her throat, replacing the
ones from her emotions.

With a gasp, she said hoarsely, "If the objective was to get me
to stop flooding out your apartment with my tears, I guess it
worked."

Marie had brought a tumbler of cognac for herself, too.  She
clinked her glass against Bobbie's and said, "Damned teenagers! 
You have to gulp everything.  Try sipping it, hon.  I think
you'll like it."

The girl looked up suddenly and asked, "What did you just call
me?"

Marie was taken aback and had to think.  Then she shrugged and
said, "I guess I said hon.  Why?"

"Hon is short for honey.  All it shows is how little you know
about me," the girl replied.  "Marie, today has been the most
unbelievable day of my life.  I learned about motherhood...  My
God!  Did I ever.  I guess I never really thought about it much
before, but I just sort of thought that these days a woman's
place is in an office or a courtroom or wherever.

"Well, today I found an office loaded with brilliant, beautiful,
witty, highly-educated women... whose principal interests are
their husbands and their children.  Harriet said that Sandy is
probably the top trial lawyer in the state, yet I have never seen
a woman look so fulfilled as when she put her baby son to her
breast.  I could almost feel it myself as the baby drew the
wonderful warm milk from her tit.  Against that, what's a trial?
Any good actor can do it, I suppose.  But being a mother?  Only
women.

"Then I just could not believe those two small children!  My God!
 They have a level of wisdom and maturity that would do credit to
a person of fifty, let alone five.  But it's so much more."

She looked down at her hands holding the glass and seemed to be
organizing her thoughts.  Then she continued, "I remembered
something from long ago -- when I used to go to church -- that
the eyes are the windows of the soul.  Until today, I thought
they were just words.  Now I know that it is the unvarnished
truth.  I looked into the eyes of those little children -- do you
know what I saw?" she asked.  Recognizing the rhetorical nature
of the question, Marie merely shook her head.

The girl continued, "I saw the most incredible purity, goodness
and love.  Those children are graceful..."  She looked up at
Marie and continued with a note of discovery, "Of course! 
'Sanctifying grace' -- another concept lost in the black reaches
of my brain.  Those children are full of God's divine grace! 
They are truly blessed."

Then the tears started to flow again and she said, "Wasn't there
something about 'suffer the little children'?  Anyway, that's who
they are.

"Me?  I think of them looking into my eyes and seeing only filth
and sewage and rot!  I am a walking disgrace to the human race;
why my parents didn't leave me out on a high mountainside
somewhere to die of exposure and provide food for a couple of
wolves, I'll never know."  Now she sat up straight on the sofa
and held her head up as she said, "They did have the good sense
to disown me, of course."

Then she looked at Marie and said, "I haven't seen them since I
came to school as a freshman.  Every month there's money
deposited in my checking account but that's all."

Looking at Marie she began to cry in earnest, but this time she
continued to hold her head up and just let the tears stream down
her face.  "Today I heard you say that it was on your honeymoon
-- on the beach -- that you lost your virginity to your husband
and he lost his to you.  Yesterday, I would have thought that was
the funniest thing I could possibly imagine.  Today, I think it's
the most beautiful!"  She looked into Marie's eyes, but couldn't
make out her expression.

"Let me tell you a little about myself.  I am the most immoral,
amoral person on two feet.  Do you know what I was trying to do
yesterday afternoon?  I was hoping for a pleasant early-evening
fuck!  I was hoping to block out my rent-paying experience of the
previous night.

"What do I hear today?  I hear about high-school girls who are
virgins and martyrs!"  Again she began to weep while just making
hopeless sounds.  Finally, she struggled on.  "I thought that was
a relic of the first or second century.  Today I find out that
your schoolmates... _your schoolmates...!_ sacrificed their lives
for the God they believed in.

"Good Heavens!  When you and Celeste stood face to face I could
imagine you turning slowly from a hook on a scaffold while you're
unmercifully whipped.  I could see scars on your back continue in
a straight line to hers...  Your legs...  Your buttocks..."

With a look of near-hopelessness in her eyes she asked, "Could
you tell me more about it?"

Before answering, Marie rose from her chair, sat beside Bobbie on
the couch and took the anguished girl into her arms.  Then
speaking softly into her ear she told her about the fateful day:

"They entered the village at dawn.  The villagers were rounded up
and made to surround the square.  I told you how my father was
taken, made to kneel and then was shot in the head.  When my
mother pulled free from a guard and ran to him so he could die in
her arms, they shot her in the head, too.  After quickly erecting
a scaffold-like structure in the center, they suspended my sister
and me naked and made us watch while, one after the other, they
took our schoolmates out to the square, tortured, raped, and
ultimately killed them all.  With the bodies still lying all over
the square and with all the villagers still being made to watch,
they tied us face to face and began to beat us with bull whips.

"At the same time they were heating a branding iron red hot to
brand us in different spots so they could tell us apart for
purposes of their betting.  They were betting which of us would
live longer.  A man was waiting with a sharp knife.  They had
decided that after whipping us back to back, the next thing they
would do would be to cut off our tits, barbecue them and eat
them, or make us eat them -- I was never sure which.  I do know
they were going to use the iron to cauterize our chests while
they thought about what to do to us next.

"As they were about to retie us and whip our breasts, bellies and
cunts, all hell broke loose."

She smiled and said, "It was Kenneth Carlson and Carlson's
Rangers.  Ken is Kathy's husband and she was his inspiration. 
She wrote hundreds of letters, all in blue pen on blue paper that
came to be known as Kathy-grams throughout Vietnam.  She provided
the motivation for him to perform an endless series of superhuman
feats."

Hugging the girl tightly and caressing her lovely wavy hair she
continued, "That's why I kiss Kathy's feet.  You see, working
with the inspiration she regularly provided, he saved us from
death that day.

"Then seven years ago, he and Kathy were out in Hawaii on their
honeymoon -- she was already working for Clifford & Jamison at
the time -- and they restored us to life.  You see, Bobbie, from
that day in the square until seven years ago, my sister and I
were utterly dead from the waist down.  Then they brought my
sister and me to the most incredible orgasms I could ever
imagine.  We've both been fine ever since."

She eased the girl off her shoulder so she could look into her
face.  Then she said, "Tom is the son of Hank and Jim Conroy. 
Jim is also a great American war hero and Ken Carlson saved his
life, too."

Looking at the girl, Marie's eyes were gleaming as she said, "Can
you imagine?  Jim had been shot down and seriously wounded while
deep in the jungle.  He was found by an enemy patrol that had no
intention of carrying a wounded American miles through the
jungle.  The officer had his gun at Jim's head and was tightening
his finger on the trigger when his hand disappeared.  As he
stared at the bleeding stump where his gun hand had been, a third
eye appears in the center of his forehead.  Before the men in his
patrol could even raise their weapons, they were all dead, too. 
Of course it was Ken who shot off the officer's hand and put the
bullet in his head.

"Tom and his older sister, Samantha, used all of the money they
had saved in their lives to buy a tray to present to the
Carlsons.  They now have it in the place of honor in their dining
room.  You see, they acknowledged that if their father had died,
their mother would have been dead within sixty days, too."

There were tears running down Marie's cheeks now, too, as she
said, "You know something?  They were absolutely right.  You see,
it was the intensity of the love between the Conroys and the
Carlsons that inspired me."

Then with a grin she said, "You claim you're dirty and filthy? 
I'll bet I've done something you would never even think of doing.
 I went down on a twelve-year-old boy and brought him to the
first orgasm of his life!"

"It was Tom, wasn't it?" Bobbie asked hoarsely.  She had cried so
much she could scarcely talk.

"Of course," Marie replied.  "The funny thing is that I did it on
the foredeck of a yawl with his parents watching as we were
cruising to the island cove where we just spent our four-month
honeymoon."

With her head up straight she said, "I didn't speak to him again
until last spring.  He came to my apartment and announced we were
getting married that weekend -- and we did.  I guess you know the
rest of it."

Bobbie's natural high spirits reemerged and she said, "That's
cheating!  My God, where would women be if we were allowed to
look over all the twelve- and thirteen-year-old boys, mark the
one we like, and then put him back in storage until he growsup!"

She glared at Marie and said, "No wonder you got Tom instead of
me!  You trapped him out of season.  I mean...  There _are_ size
limits, after all.  If they're undersized, you're supposed to
throw them back but not with a line attached to them."

"Really?" Marie asked with her eyes wide.  "That must be another
quaint American custom I missed in my citizenship courses."

Pretending to glare at Bobbie she said, "In Asia, a woman's life
is difficult enough.  Sportsmanship is a luxury we cannot
afford."

Changing the subject Marie asked, "But tell me about the evil
Barbara Dawson.  What have you done?"

"What haven't I done would be a much shorter list."  Looking at
her now-empty glass she asked, "Would you mind contributing to
the delinquency of a minor a little more by giving me a refill? 
Then, with a little luck, I'll end up so out of it I won't be
reminded of what I did two nights ago."

"What did you do?" Marie asked with both her voice and her face
impassive.

"I paid the rent," she replied.  "You see, I already told you I
was thrown out of the house by my parents -- and for damned good
reason.  The last straw came one morning when Dad opened the
front door to pick up the newspaper.  There I was, lying in a
crumpled heap, bare-assed naked with just my sweater spread over
me.  It was where the guys who had been using me that night
dumped my body.  I was out of it on booze, drugs, or both.  My
whole body was covered with dried or drying semen.

"That was the last -- and the worst -- occasion of its type at
home.  Since school was starting in just a few days, that was it.
 Of course, since then I guess I have taken on whole fraternity
houses in a night.  At least that's what I've been told and some
days my cunt has been so sore it could have happened.

"Anyway, in order to save money -- to have more for booze and
drugs -- I live with the person who gives me the best deal.  The
current guy has me 'pay the rent' once a month.  It takes the
form of me doing anything with anyone for a whole evening.  It
has become progressively more disgusting and degrading."

With a rueful, self-deprecatory grin she added, "He's becoming
more creative.  Two nights ago, he had a couple of his fraternity
brothers over.  They made me go down on them, but instead of
swallowing their cum, they shot it all over my body.  Then I had
to go through the contortions of a cat to try to lick it all off.
 Finally, they all urinated in a bottle and poured it all into a
dog's water dish for me to lap up."

"What did you do?" Marie asked quietly.

"I knelt down and lapped it all up, then thanked them for the
delicious refreshment," she said with a note of obvious
self-disgust in her voice.  "Isn't that disgusting!?"

Suddenly, the girl began to weep uncontrollably and screamed,
"And today, Marie, you ruined it all!  I met those two children
who are so pure and so good...  I thought I had become immunized
against any of this stuff, but it wasn't nearly enough."

Slowly she regained control and asked again, "Could I have a
refill, please?  It might anaesthetize me enough... and I may be
able to get out of myself for a while."

Knowing how much cognac she had poured, Marie knew the girl had
already had the equivalent of about six drinks.  Nevertheless,
she refilled the tumbler to the brim.

After having another sip she said, "I apologize, Marie.  This is
luscious.  It's cognac, isn't it?"  The girl just nodded.  Bobbie
continued, "Of course, I never had it before because it's not one
of those alcoholic milkshakes I usually drink.  It's real...  And
it warms my insides.  Usually I get smashed on alcoholic
concoctions or gallons of beer."

She looked into Marie's eyes again, but still couldn't see
anything.  It was as if the woman was making her beautiful grey
eyes opaque.  She resumed her narrative: "I can't remember how I
lost my virginity, or to whom.  Perhaps that says it all.  I have
slept with everything in pants that looked like he might have a
cock of any size at all.  I have even gone to bed with men I
disliked!"

She shook her head and grinned saying, "Of course no one I have
ever seen or heard of is built the way Tom is.  And he really
knows how to hurt a girl, too.  I couldn't even give him a
hard-on!  But you...!  You even lived on his cum for days. 
It's... it's..."

"'Great' is the word you're searching for," Marie interjected,
with a haughty look on her face that was belied by the gleam in
her eyes.  "Of course you don't even have your bachelor's, let
alone a couple of graduate degrees, so your vocabulary..."

"Bitch!" Bobbie exclaimed while scarcely able to control her
laughter.  "You really have to rub it in, don't you?"

"Of course," Marie replied, pretending it was the only possible
way for her to act.

Then she said, "By the way, I was very impressed with the way you
behaved with Kenny and Andy.  You really like them, don't you?"

_"Like?"_ Bobbie exclaimed.  "Adore is a lot closer.  They are
incredible."

Smiling warmly Marie asked rhetorically, "Can I let you in on a
little secret?  Those two are both millionaires... in their own
right!"  She went on to say that both children were incredibly
smart.  In spite of being only five years old, both could already
read very well.  As a result, the two children had a personal
investment competition.

Borrowing one million dollars each from Ali, they had invested
the money, beginning about a year earlier.  Kenny believed in
market fundamentals, while Andy followed her intuition.  With a
big smile Marie said, "I happen to know that they repaid Ali in
full, with interest, over three months ago.  Now they have a
personal net worth from their own investments of about five
million each.

"Incidentally, I'm afraid Andy has Ken Clifford roped and
hogtied.  She's going to marry him."

"But... But she's his niece!" Bobbie protested.  "That'sincest."

Marie smiled warmly and said, "It's correct that she's his niece,
but it's not incest.  There is no blood relationship.  You see,
Andy's mother, Connie, is adopted.  She is one of a number of
Ali's adopted children."  Shaking her head she continued, "But
please don't misunderstand!  Ali loves them as if they came from
her own womb."

Interrupting her narrative, Marie said, "Ali is funny.  You see,
she was thirty-nine when she gave birth to Kenny.  Before that
she had long since given up the idea of ever having children of
her own.  Now, not only is she an incredible mother -- she's
still having them, by the way -- but she is all of her
grandchildren's favorite person.  They will confide things to her
they won't even tell their own parents -- and I guess you saw how
close they all are to their parents.

"I happen to know that Andy confided in Ali, telling her she was
going to marry Kenny.  What do you think Ali's reaction was?" 
Bobbie just slowly shook her head.  Marie continued, "She was
ecstatic, and of course promised Andy she would never tell a
soul... particularly Kenny.  Why was she so ecstatic?  At the
idea that their child would be both her grandchild and
great-grandchild.  It's the sort of humor Ali loves.

"Anyway, quite by accident last spring, I went into Ali's office
the day Andy was asking her about marrying Kenny.  You really
should have seen it.  There was this little girl, just four years
old plus a few months, sitting on the sofa.  Ali is sitting on
the side chair listening intently.  The fascinating thing was the
way Ali was treating her granddaughter like an important client
with very important things to say.

"It was only when their conversation was over that she took the
little girl into her arms, gave her that sunshine smile and
hugged and kissed her."  With a bright smile of her own she
added, "And I know you now know what Ali's sunshine smile is
like.  It absolutely lights up the place."

With the warmest smile Bobbie had ever seen Marie continued,
"Those two kids absolutely adore one another.  It's the funniest
thing I have ever seen.  Whenever there are teams, Kenny and Andy
are on the same one.  However, one-on-one, they compete against
each other fiercely.  No matter what happens, though, their day
always ends the same way:  They kiss each other.  Although they
are only five -- or perhaps because they are -- there is just the
purest love flowing between them.  They are truly remarkable
children."

Glancing at her watch, Marie realized it was getting late. 
Bobbie kept her company in the kitchen as she prepared a dinner
for the two of them.  Again, as in the previous evening, the girl
was astonished at how quickly and skillfully the older woman
moved around handling the food preparation.

While they were sitting at the table eating another superb meal,
Bobbie happened to mention that the worst of all was coming up on
Saturday: Her boyfriend had ordered her to come to his fraternity
for a pig party.  "I'm the pig-in-chief," she concluded.

Bobbie left before Tom returned home.  When he did, Marie
prepared his dinner and then asked about fraternities.  "Do you
belong to one, darling?" she asked.

Tom looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.  The
answer was that he had been asked to pledge a house but had just
turned the bid down.  The fraternity was having a pig party that
Saturday, and as a pledge he would have had to bring someone.  To
his surprise, she asked if there were many pig parties scheduled
for the weekend, and was told that this fraternity's was the only
one.

"Do it, honey!" she exclaimed.  "It sounds like fun.  Can I be
your pig?"

"But darling, you don't know what you're saying," he protested. 
"The girls have to strip to the waist...  They're really
degraded.  I couldn't!"

Marie pretended to cry saying, "It's just because you're ashamed
of my body, Thomas Conroy!  I know you!"  Then she grinned and
stuck out the tip of her tongue.

"Well..."  he said, instantly picking up on her mood, "You really
are sort of... scrawny.  Then, of course, your back is pretty
beat up.  You're too short..."  Shaking his head, he said,
"Darling, you should quit while you're still ahead."

"We're going!" she exclaimed, then melted him with a kiss.  Since
he had finished his dinner already, Marie held her arms up to
him.  Sweeping her off her feet and into his arms, Tom carried
her to the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.  That night,
their lovemaking lasted into the wee hours of the
morning.*Chapter 5*

On Saturday evening at six-thirty, Chet Curtis knocked on the
door of the Conroy's apartment.  A few moments later, the door
was opened by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.  Since
Chet, like Tom, was six feet three, he found himself looking down
at her face.  The girl grinned up at him and said, "Oink!"  For
some reason Chet thought it was the funniest thing he had ever
heard.

The young girl looked up at him, cocked her head and said, "It is
a pig party we're going to, isn't it?  Am I appropriately
dressed?"

Marie was wearing her usual garb: skin-tight Levi's and an old
work shirt.  Suddenly the young man blushed.  His face was
lobster red when Tom arrived at the door.  Chet said with the
dismay obvious in his voice, "Tom...  I'm afraid we're going to
have a problem tonight.  I know you and Marie are married and
all, but the drinking age in California is twenty-one...  But...
You see, USC has a sort of understanding with the fraternities. 
Neither the school nor the cops bother us as long as we confine
the drinking in the house to people over eighteen.  And since
your wife..."

At that the young girl squealed delightedly, jumped up, grabbed
him around the neck and gave him the warmest, most loving kiss he
could ever imagine.  When she released him, his head was
spinning.

Putting out her hand she said, "Welcome, Chet Curtis.  I'm Marie
Conroy, and that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in
days!"  With a grin she said, "You see, Chet, I'm twenty-eight."
Then raising an eyebrow she added, _"I'm_ fully legal!"  Hearing
the words, he looked at Marie hard.  They had been moving into
the living room and the young man nearly collapsed on the sofa.

Tom disappeared to go and make drinks while Marie just grinned at
his friend.  Then he looked at Marie closely and confirmed his
first impression.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever
laid eyes on.  Slowly shaking his head he said, "Mrs. Conroy, I
think we should forget about tonight... I mean...  A woman of
your beauty, doing some of the things..."

He then shook his head rapidly and said, "Absolutely not!  It's
out of the question."

"Like stripping to the waist?" she asked.  Still standing in
front of him, she stripped off her shirt, then her Levi's and
stood in front of the astonished young man wearing only her
bikini.  Turning her back to him, she looked over her shoulder
and asked, "Do you do this to your pigs?"  Chet almost became ill
as he saw the scars that still crisscrossed her back and thighs.

Then she turned so that the brand on her left cheek was to him
and said, "I did this to myself."  Then with her eyes innocently
wide, she asked, "Do you brand your pigs?  As long as it's Tom's
initials, T C, I would be happy for you to do it."

Chet Curtis was in a state of near-shock.  He knew his mouth was
gaping but there was nothing he could do.  Finally he regained
control and realized that Marie had dressed again but was still
standing barefoot in front of him.  Then she said, "There's
more."  Standing on one foot she showed him the sole of her other
and said, "This is what comes of walking a hundred and fifty
miles through the jungle, barefoot."  With her eyes wide she
asked, "Do you make your pigs do that, Chet?"

Sitting down beside him on the sofa she grinned and said, "I
guess I owe you an explanation.  You see, Tom and I have an
arrangement.  He wanted a rich wife and I wanted a young, virile
husband."  With a little pout she added, "I get a lot of flak
from my partners, but that's just because they're jealous."

Then looking him straight in the eye she asked, "Do you still
think I couldn't take it?  Do you _really_ torture your pigs?" 
Then with a grin she added, "Of course, if anyone breathes a word
to my partners of what I'm doing tonight, he's dead!"

Showing concern, Chet sounded alarmed and asked, "Would... Could
you lose your job?"

"Good grief, no!" Marie replied with a merry laugh.  "It's just
that our firm is the largest collection of teases in the Western
World!  I would never live it down.  I can see them now!  My
office would have the greatest collection of pig paraphernalia
the world would ever have seen: pig statuettes, books on raising
pigs, ears of corn..."  Shaking her head she giggled, "My God! 
It would never end."

Suddenly Chet's mouth formed an "O" and he said, "You're a
lawyer, aren't you?  A partner in a law firm?"

When she nodded her head once he slowly shook his head and said,
"My dad is on the Board of Trustees of USC's law school.  I
remember him talking about the greatest graduates in the history
of the school: twin sisters from Vietnam.  Marie, you're one of
them, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, Chet," she replied without a giggle this time, "but I
truly hope you'll keep our secret.  In case it's not very obvious
to you by now, I'm desperately in love with my husband and I'm
now convinced he really loves me, too."  Then she told him about
their honeymoon and ended by saying, "So you see, Chet, if I can
take on a Great White shark naked with just a knife, I think I
can survive a pig party, too, don't you?"

He whistled softly and said, "I think this is going to really be
a night to remember.  Marie, I think you're going to clean up!"

The threesome had drinks and then Marie excused herself to finish
the dinner.  When it was served, Chet marveled at it saying it
was the finest food he had ever eaten in his entire life.

With a warm wink at Marie, Tom replied, "That's all very well for
you to say, Chet, but I have to eat it _every day!_  There's no
let up.  Can I ever have a plain hamburger?  A... a _hot dog?_ 
Don't be silly!  All I get is this stuff...  Oh!  And Great White
shark cooked more different ways than you can count."

Shaking his head in feigned sadness, he added, "That's the
trouble with killing one of those things by yourself.  I guess
we've both been too environmentally sensitized about waste.  You
wouldn't believe how big a fifteen-hundred pound shark is until
you have to try to eat the whole damned thing with just one other
person to help."

When they walked over to the fraternity house, it was nine
o'clock.  The first thing they were told to do was to take off
their shirts.  When they all did, they went to the basement where
the party was getting underway.  Everyone present was bare to the
waist.  Tom put his arm around his wife and lightly squeezed a
tit.  When she looked up at him, he lowered his lips for a kiss.

Then she whispered, "Squeeze harder, please."  When he did, he
was rewarded with a wonderful warm sound from deep in her body. 
Looking up at him she whispered, "Tom Conroy, I love you so very
much!"

Chet had gone to the bar and returned with three beers.  Soon the
competition got started and it turned out to be fun.  First, the
girls -- in spite of the name -- were anything but pigs.  They
were all very attractive girls, most of whom seemed relatively
unconcerned about their partial nudity.  None of them had figures
to compare with Marie's, though.  Looking around, she did not see
Barbara Dawson and wondered about it.  When the competition
began, she forgot about Bobbie and just had fun.

The first competition required a man to be blindfolded and then
pick out his date from a group of four girls, using their sense
of feel.  The guys all loved it because it provided the
opportunity to feel so many tits.  When it was Tom's turn, Marie
was the third in line.  When he felt her very solid tits, instead
of announcing her as his pick, he lowered his lips to hers and
she melted into his arms in the most passionate kiss anyone
present had ever seen.

Finally they separated, and he said thoughtfully, "Well, this one
is sort of close..."  Then he took her in his arms and kissed her
again.  When they broke their embrace, everyone else in the room
was cheering.

After he shed his blindfold Marie whispered, "I'm going to fix
you for that 'sort of close' crack, Thomas Conroy!"

"I'm sure you are, darling," he replied with a grin.  Then with a
wink he added, "I can hardly wait!"  She just grinned and winked
back.

The competitions were good-natured and the young people all
seemed to have fun.  Between Marie and Tom they won every
competition there was.  In the only coed competition Marie beat
Tom and everyone else.  It consisted of lapping up beer from a
dog dish on the floor with the competitor's hands tied behind his
back with the competition being judged on the time it took to lap
up all the beer.  When she just edged Tom, she stuck out her
tongue and said, "You should have done better than that...  On
the other hand, you didn't spend all the time in the jungles of
Vietnam that I did, either, did you?"

It was now almost eleven-thirty, and there was still no sign of
Bobbie.  Then a tall young man came down the stairs supporting a
girl who seemed nearly unconscious.  It was Bobbie.  Half
carrying her, he went to a table in the corner and sat her onit.

Quickly he stripped off all of her clothes and announced, "Okay,
guys!  Now the party can really begin.  Who wants to follow me in
fucking this slut?"

Marie had seen that Bobbie's eyes were glazed.  She appeared to
be drugged, yet she was still trying to cover herself in spite of
her enfeebled condition.  She could hear the girl mumble, "No,
Cam!  Don't!"

Ignoring her pleas, he forced her legs apart, took his cock out
of his pants and instantly had it probing at her loins.  It was
obvious to Marie that Bobbie was resisting to the limits of her
impaired ability.

Dashing across the room, she slapped the boy across the face with
all her might.  "Stop it!" she cried.  "Leave this girl alone!"

Cameron Smith was shaken by the hard slap.  Because of her
physical condition, it almost knocked him out.  Turning on her,
he exclaimed, "Why you little bitch!  I'll fix you..."

As he took a roundhouse swing, Tom interposed himself and leveled
the older boy with a short right to the chin.  It was a knockout
punch and Smith collapsed in a heap on the floor.  "Not my wife,
you won't!"  Tom said as he stood over the boy with his body
visibly shaking from emotion.

Meanwhile, Marie had ignored the whole thing.  Knowing Tom could
take care of the situation, she had picked up the pieces of
Bobbie's clothes and dressed her again.  When she finished, she
looked into the girl's eyes and could see that she was sick. 
Guessing that Barbara had been drugged, in spite of the girl's
larger size Marie easily carried her over to a sofa and laid her
out on it.

Having noticed a telephone in the corner, she placed a call. 
Then she rejoined Tom who was still standing over the
now-reviving Cameron Smith.  Rubbing his jaw, he slowly got up to
a sitting position.  After waiting for his head to clear some
more, he finally looked up at Tom and asked, "What did you do
that for?"

"For rape," Marie replied quietly.  "I think you're going to
leave USC right now."

The other members of the house were still standing around
dumbfounded.  Initially, no one had moved.  Now the others were
quickly dressing and a few were slipping out of the basement,
heading home.  Finally Chet Curtis came over to Marie and told
her in a whisper that the boy Tom had hit was Cameron Smith. 
Cam's father was a wealthy University trustee who always bought
him out of the jams he repeatedly got himself into.

When she heard the story, Marie merely smiled mirthlessly and
said, "Not this time!"

Smith's face was florid with rage as he lightly ran his fingers
over his swelling jaw and exclaimed, "I'll fix you for this! 
I'll get you thrown out of the university!  You can't do a thing
to me.  My dad has a battalion of lawyers who will just crucify
you!"  With a wicked smile he added, "I can hardly wait!"

"Then I suggest you call him at once," Marie said.  Glancing at
her watch she added, "It's now eleven forty-five.  If this isn't
settled in fifteen minutes, I'm calling the police and charging
you with felony rape.  That's a major-league felony in this and
every other state, Mr. Smith.  Now, do you want to call your
father?  The phone's in the corner."

When he called his father, his father asked for the telephone
number of the pay phone and said he would have one of his lawyers
call the girl who was causing trouble and settle her hash on the
spot.  As for the boy who hit him, he would take steps to ensure
he was expelled from the University.

A few minutes later the phone rang.  Cameron answered it and
spoke to the other party for a few minutes.  Then with a smirk he
held the receiver out to Marie and said, "My lawyer wants to talk
to you."

Taking the instrument she said, "This is Marie Conroy.  To whom
am I speaking?"

"This is Homer Biggs," the voice said.  "I am Cameron Smith's
attorney.  What are you trying to do to my client?"

Marie recognized the name.  Biggs had been the attorney for
Pacific Properties when Jim Duffy took the relationship away from
his firm and gave it to Clifford & Jamison seven years earlier. 
Subsequently, Marie had heard the story from Ali, Ginger Conrad,
Sandy Benson, and, of course, from Kathy Carlson herself.

Smiling to herself she said, "Mr. Biggs, you're familiar with the
laws regarding rape, I assume?"

"Of course I am.  Who do you think I am?  For that matter, who in
hell are you, young lady.  Are you presuming to tell me about the
law?"

"Of course not, Mr. Biggs.  I'm sure you know that in law the
crime of rape is consummated by penetration, _however slight._  I
am prepared to testify that your client raped my client, Miss
Barbara Dawson.  Now, do you wish to defend a felony rape
prosecution?"

"Your client?  And who, may I ask, are you?"

"As I said before, my name is Marie Conroy.  I am a partner in
the firm of Clifford & Jamison.  I believe you have heard of us.
You see, Mr. Biggs, before Smith called you I called our
litigation partner, Sandy Benson."

"Who's Sandy Benson?" Biggs asked with condescension in his
voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Marie replied feigning embarrassment in her
voice.  "I suppose you know her better as Sandra Harris.  I
believe you have heard of her?  It seems that rape is Sandy's
least-favorite crime.  In other words, Mr. Biggs, she is going to
go after your client, young Mr. Smith."

After pausing for a moment to let her words sink in she added,
"In addition, of course, we will be going after you and the
senior Mr. Smith.  It seems there are a number of other young
women willing to testify to the fact that you and Smith, senior,
bought them off when they were going to swear out felony
complaints against the son for rape."

Again she paused and listened to Biggs' heavy breathing. 
Obviously, he was now scared.  "You do know, I'm sure, that such
behavior makes you an accessory after the fact to a felony.  You
sought to suppress it, which arguably makes you guilty of
obstruction of justice, as well.  Both, of course, are grounds
for your disbarment.  Since the statute of limitations has not
yet run..."  Marie allowed her voice to trail off and just
waited.

Finally Biggs asked, "What do you want, Miss Conroy?"

"I want young Mr. Smith to withdraw from USC... permanently.  I
want a payment of damages to my client in the amount of five
million dollars.  There will be other payments to young Mr.
Smith's other victims, but the total will be in the range of ten
to fifteen million.  Agreed?"

"My God!" Biggs gasped.  "Miss Conroy, you can't be serious!"

"I never joke about money like that," she replied.  "And by the
way, it is Mrs. Conroy.  My husband gets upset when people refer
to me as miss, particularly now that we're expecting a baby."

"Could we think about it and get back to you?" the attorney
asked.

Glancing at her watch Marie replied, "Of course, Mr. Biggs.  Take
all the time you want... as long as you give me an answer before
midnight.  That's in four minutes.  I'll be waiting," she said as
she hung up the phone.

Three minutes later the telephone rang again.  This time Marie
answered it and identified herself.  "It's a deal," Biggs said
heavily.  "What do you want us to do now?"

"I want you to speak to your client and tell him what's going to
happen.  Then I expect to meet you and _both_ your clients
personally in our offices at ten-thirty Monday morning.  Clear?"
Biggs said it was.  "Agreed?" she asked.

"Agreed," he said softly.  Then he asked, "May I speak to my
client, please, and tell him what is going to happen?"

"Why of course, Mr. Biggs," Marie replied lightly.  "He's right
here."

Giving the receiver to Smith, she stood back and watched.  The
boy's jaw fell and he began to argue but was quickly silenced. 
It was apparent that Biggs was not sparing anything in telling
him what he was to do, and what would happen if he failed in the
slightest particular.  When he hung up the phone, he was grey.

When he asked Marie what he was to do, she said, "I think the
first thing you should do is apologize to Bobbie... profusely! 
Don't you agree?"

By this time Bobbie had regained consciousness but was still
groggy.  Marie helped the girl to sit upright on the sofa.  When
Marie asked her to take off her pants and bikini, the girl did it
without a thought.  Turning to Smith, Marie said, "I think it
would be a very nice idea to get down on your knees, _between her
legs,_ and apologize.

"Then I think you want to eat her cunt very carefully to be sure
that none of your sperm is still there."  Smiling brightly at him
she added, "Don't you think that's a wonderful idea?"

He did as she said.  Before he began to east Bobbie's cunt,
though, he protested, "But... but it's dirty!  I... I could get a
disease or something!"

"Nothing other than what you may have given her, Mr. Smith,"
Marie replied.  "Besides, I'm not even asking you to drink her
urine... yet!"

Bobbie, not knowing anything that had transpired, was amazed to
hear her tormentor on his knees begging her forgiveness, then
running his tongue up her slit and then into her vagina following
Marie's explicit instructions.

Finally he finished to Marie's satisfaction and he knelt back on
his heels and said, "Miss Dawson, please forgive me.  I was a
pig.  I criminally assaulted you and I should go to prison. 
However, I am withdrawing from USC and resigning from the
fraternity.  I hope you can find it in your heart not to
prosecute.  Except for our meeting Monday -- I don't know if you
will be there or not, Miss Dawson -- I'll be out of your life
forever."  When he looked up at her face, Marie felt he actually
looked sincere as he asked, "Will you forgive me?"

Bobbie was still groggy.  All she could do was nod once and then
lost consciousness again.  After reviewing arrangements for
Monday morning with Smith, she asked Tom to carry Bobbie back to
their apartment.

"Boy!  The things a guy has to do to keep his wife happy!" Tom
exclaimed.  Then he added with a wink, "But she's your guest,
Marie.  Why don't you carry her?"  She winked back and asked him
since when was it a hardship for him to carry a beautiful blonde
in his arms?  After rolling his eyes and grinning, he picked the
girl up and carried her the six blocks back to their apartment.

As they were entering, Marie looked closely at Bobbie's face and
asked Tom to carry her on into the bathroom.  By now the girl was
looking as if she were about to become violently ill.

With the girl in his arms in the tight confines of the bathroom
Tom looked lost.  Marie grimaced and muttered something about
useless men.  Then she winked to take the sting out of her words
and asked him to put her on her feet.  When he did, Marie put
Bobbie's arm around her neck.  By now the girl couldn't even
stand unsupported.  After asking Tom to leave and close the door,
Marie lifted the toilet seat and eased the girl down on her knees
with her head over the bowl.

As her head lowered, Marie heard a characteristic rumble from the
girl's stomach and a moment later she vomited up everything in
it.  When she did, Bobbie almost instantly felt better -- at
least well enough to support herself over the bowl with her own
hands.

It wasn't over, though.  The girl's retching continued and soon
turned into the dry heaves since she no longer had anything in
her stomach.  Leaving her alone for a moment, Marie raced to the
kitchen, grabbed a large mixing bowl and rushed back to the
bathroom.  This time she lowered the toilet seat and helped the
girl to sit while she held the bowl under her chin to catch the
remainder of her vomit.

As Marie had anticipated, the girl's bowels opened and she
emptied them as well.  It was clear that she was now thoroughly
miserable, and equally clear that Cam Smith had administered
something to the girl earlier, something to which her body was
now reacting violently in an effort to rid itself of it.  Again
Bobbie regained enough strength to hold the bowl by herself. 
This time Marie wet a washcloth with cold water, folded it and
put it on the girl's forehead.

When she did, Bobbie weakly smiled her thanks.  Slowly the
retching stopped and then the last of the bowel movement. 
Finally, she weakly passed the bowl to Marie who rinsed it out
and set it on the floor.

As she did, Bobbie lifted her head and murmured, "Wow!"  Then
shaking her head slowly -- it was starting to pound with a
throbbing headache -- she said softly, "Well, I guess this is the
all-time record."

Looking up at Marie, tears came to her eyes as she said, "I'm in
your apartment again, aren't I?"  Marie just nodded and smiled
warmly.  The girl made an effort to get to her feet as she said,
"I'll be out of here in just a minute."

Marie could see tears in the girl's eyes as she added, "I can't
thank you enough or apologize enough.  My behavior is
disgraceful."

Ignoring the girl's words, Marie asked, "Do you think you can
stand up without getting sick again?"  Bobbie said she thought
she could, but it proved to be impossible for her to stand
unsupported.  After telling her to remain seated, Marie
disappeared into the bedroom and returned a few moments later,
nude.  She took off Bobbie's shirt which was the only garment she
was still wearing.

Then she turned on the shower and helped the girl into it. 
Gently she washed the sweat and stray bits of vomit off the
girl's beautiful body.  When Bobbie weakly tried to reciprocate,
Marie just told her she would have her chance some other time. 
By this time Bobbie had regained much of her strength and could
move around a bit under her own power.  When she saw this, Marie
smiled and told her to kneel and then shampooed her hair.  She
helped her out, dried off her body and then dried her hair,
finally tying it back in a ponytail.

Although by now Bobbie was much steadier on her feet, Marie still
assisted her out to the living room and sat her on the sofa,
still naked.

Looking up at Tom she said, "I apologize again, Tom.  I look like
something the cat wouldn't dare drag in -- it would have left me
outside."  With a wry grin she added, "And I still look so sexy,
I can't even give you a hard-on!"

After eating some dry toast and taking some medicine to settle
her stomach, the three went off to bed, although it was over
Bobbie's protest.  She claimed she could sleep perfectly well on
the sofa.  Although more than half-asleep by now, the girl then
watched in utter amazement as Tom made love to Marie.

In spite of the difference in their sizes, it was apparent that
the smaller girl took her husband into her body without the
slightest difficulty.  When they both collapsed after Marie had
been in continuous orgasm for almost ten minutes, Barbara
whispered, "Now I know the difference between making love and
fucking."

With a very small smile she added, "Only you two don't even make
love.  Rather, you worship each other's bodies.  It's the most
beautiful thing I have ever seen."

As she said it, there was an obvious catch in her voice and she
quietly started to cry.  After Tom turned out the light and
positioned Marie's head on his shoulder Marie lifted Bobbie's
head onto her own.  Turning the girl's face towards hers, she
kissed her warmly and lovingly as she whispered, "Good night,
darling Barbara.  Sleep tight."

Then she added, "But you're going to have to work for your rest
tonight.  If you're going to share my bed, you're going to have
to be productive.  That means molding your body to mine."

The girl smiled in the dark and snuggled as close to the right
side of Marie's body as she could and then felt the girl's hand
cupping her tit.  She went off to sleep smelling the glorious
fragrance of the Vietnamese girl's body.*Chapter 6*

When Barbara awakened the next morning the bed was empty.  Since
it was Sunday, she knew that no one had to do anything that day.
Looking around the room, the only article of her clothing she
could find was her shirt.  Slipping it on, she padded out to the
living room and found the apartment was empty.  In the kitchen
she found a note from Marie telling her to use the toiletries
laid out in the bathroom and that she and Ken would be back from
church by twelve.  Looking at the clock she found it was a little
after eleven.

After taking another shower and brushing her teeth, Barbara
picked up a hairbrush and started stroking her wavy hair.  As she
did, she walked through the apartment.  She smiled to herself
when she realized what the dwelling really was.  Although in
terms of location and external appearance it was the normal sort
of apartment for a struggling married student, in reality it was
anything but.

In addition to the living room, dining area, bedroom and kitchen,
it had a library and an exercise room.  She noted that the
machines each had two presets which she assumed to be the weight
levels Marie and Tom used.  Setting one of them at Marie's
setting, she was startled to find that she could scarcely budge
the weights.  After cutting the weight in half she found she
could now move them, but barely.  It was only after cutting them
in half again that she found she could actually do exercises. 
All the settings did was confirm what she already knew: Marie was
in magnificent physical condition -- and this in spite of being
pregnant!

Marie found her in the exercise room when she returned home. 
Telling her it was Tom's turn to make breakfast -- their
contribution was risking starvation or ptomaine poisoning -- she
disappeared and soon reappeared naked.  While Barbara moved her
weights, Marie set another machine to her preset level and
started to move the weights effortlessly and quickly.  When
Barbara asked her about it, Marie admitted that she didn't feel
right if she didn't work out every day.

After companionably sharing another shower -- this time Bobbie
carefully scrubbed Marie's body and shuddered at all the scars
she carried -- they went to the bedroom to dress.  With a grin
Marie gave her a pair of Levi's and a shirt with the comment,
"I'm sure these will fit you."

"How can you be so sure?" Barbara asked skeptically.  "I don't
have any clothes here except the junk I wore last night and I'm
sure any size markings wore off them years ago."

Sticking out the pink tip of her tongue Marie replied, "Because
you're Clifford & Jamison standard, silly."

"What in hell is that?"

"You're not nearly as observant as I thought you were," Marie
said.  "With a handful of exceptions -- my sister, Celeste, Joan
Clifford and me -- all the other girls are a dull sameness.  The
coloring varies a little, but that's about all."  Pretending to
be disgusted she snorted, "They're all the same size, give or
take a small fraction of an inch -- interchangeable parts!  And
you're one of them."

Although Barbara laughed, when she put on the clothes she found
that they did fit perfectly.  Going out to the dining area she
found that Tom had, in fact, prepared a magnificent Sunday
brunch, complete with spicy Bloody Marys.  When she saw them, she
rolled her eyes and said, "Here's where I get in real trouble. 
As a lawyer, I'm an officer of the court.  As such, I have a
responsibility to uphold the law...  And here you teenyboppers
are drinking... _alcoholic beverages!"_

With a snap of her fingers, she exclaimed, "That's it!"

"That's what?" Tom asked, puzzled at her outburst.  Usually he
and Marie were so attuned to each other that they almost shared
each other's thoughts.  This time, though, he was baffled.

Instead of answering Tom directly, she looked at Bobbie and
asked, "What are your living plans now?  I don't know if you
remember anything from last night, but your landlord, Mr. Smith,
has resigned from the University and is gone as of now."

Barbara just shook her head.  She had no plans at all, and Marie
had been correct: She hadn't remembered anything from the night
before.  Then Marie smiled warmly and asked, "Would you care to
live here with Tom and me?  At least until our baby comes?  I
guess that will be around February."

When Barbara started to protest, Marie interrupted.  "Wait a
moment, Bobbie.  We learned that you deal in rather... unusual...
rent arrangements.  Our arrangement would be a bit unusual, too.
Are you interested?"

"Yes!" the girl replied quickly, but then added with a note of
skepticism, "At least I guess so.  What arrangement do you have
in mind?"

"It came to mind when I made my usual crack about Tom being a
teenybopper.  You see, I'm a little strange.  I love to carry the
marks of the person I love on my body.  I would have branded the
initials, T C, all over me except Tom persuaded me that first,
I'm scarred enough, and second, he doesn't like it very much.

"However, what he does do -- or did do -- is spank me black and
blue.  I keep track of which cheek is next.  We sort of have an
informal penalty schedule.  For example, a simple crack about
being a teenybopper is one spank.  I pull down my pants and bend
over his leg in whichever direction makes it easier for him to
spank the correct cheek.  Higher levels of insolence or
disobedience receive more spanks."

With a shake of her head and a grimace she continued, "But last
week Tom knocked it off.  He says I'm a masochist -- he's
probably right -- but there's no sign the baby is, too.  Although
I don't think it could hurt the little thing, I certainly can't
make a case that it would benefit from it, either."

With a wicked grin she continued, "This is where you come in. 
You substitute your ass for mine.  Whenever I make a crack, _you_
take the punishment.  If, by some chance, you do something that
is deserving of punishment on our little scale of values, your
own punishment is doubled."  Looking at the girl with an eyebrow
raised she asked, "Is that an off-beat-enough rental arrangement
for you?"

To Barbara it was virtually perfect.  She desperately wanted to
be punished for her obscene behavior and realized that it was --
at least in part -- an element in her accepting the vile
arrangements with Smith.  The one proposed by Marie was far
better, though.  This way she would be explicitly punished rather
than merely allowing herself to be degraded.  "I accept!" she
exclaimed, sticking out her hand to shake.

Rather than taking the girl's hand Marie quickly shook her head
and said, "There's more.  Don't be too hasty."

"More?" Barbara asked skeptically.  "How much more?"

"I don't really know how much, hon," Marie replied candidly,
"Because it really depends on me, not you.

"You see," she said with a smile, "We all carry babies pretty
easily -- it's due to lessons or inspiration or something from
Tom's mother, Hank.  You saw Joan the other day, for example. 
Incidentally, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.  He's going
to be William Harrison Clifford, III.  Anyway, I happen to know
that Bill fucked her silly just that morning before going in to
the hospital.  Furthermore, she's just about my size although, to
be honest, Bill is substantially smaller than Tom."

Then she interrupted her narrative, grinned and continued, "You
learned something else when you were at the office from the
children.  Most of the women are nursing infants and have older
children there, too.  Anyway -- and this may be Hank Conroy's
influence, too -- we are all wonderful milk producers."

She grinned broadly now and interjected, "I wouldn't be at all
surprised if Ali had a breast milk competition at our Christmas
party this year."  Continuing her story she said, "I think that
Kenny or Andy probably told you about nursing at their mother's
breast after the baby has eaten its fill.  You see, we all want
our milk to be as fresh as possible for our babies so we want to
be sure that our tits are completely drained."

As Marie spoke, Barbara was looking increasingly puzzled.  She
certainly knew about the children nursing at their mothers'
breasts and thought it was utterly wonderful.  Kenny told how his
mother took the opportunity to hug him, stroke him, and love him.
 But still she could see no connection with Tom and Marie, and
her lack of comprehension was obvious.

Now Marie grinned and said, "You're looking baffled.  The reason
is obvious.  Why am I talking about emptying a mother's tit when
I'm not a mother yet?  Well, the answer is related to nursing,
but a little different.  You see, Bobbie, Tom has massive balls
to go with his gorgeous cock.  I guess I started something seven
years ago when he was only twelve and just reaching puberty.  I
already told you I went down on him with his parents watching as
he became a man.  What I didn't tell you was I did it a second
time, and then a third to completely drain his small balls.  I
guess I figured that his body should get used to producing a lot
of his glorious semen.

"Anyway, the second part of your job is to ensure that Tom is
drained completely dry every day.  Of course, I'll do all I can
for as long as I can, but I'm not sure I'll be able to take him
inside me -- in my cunt or in my ass -- for the full duration of
my pregnancy."  With a wicked little grin she added, "I'll tell
you a little secret.  One reason I take him in my ass -- aside
from the fact that I adore the feeling -- is that I can take
limitless quantities of his cum in there."

Then she looked thoughtful and added another point.  "That
reminds me:  It's the old 'The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh
away' thing.  While I can take any quantity of his cum in my ass,
it comes at a price.  You see, while he's cuming in my ass, I'm
cuming, too.  As he is quick to tell anyone who cares to listen,
I'm a very wet little thing.  The problem is, without his cock in
my vagina, there's no plug."

With a grimace she added, "On our island we were naked all the
time and it was no problem.  I just watered the sand.  But here,
back in civilization, I flood out the bed every time.  So the
third element of your rent is the use of your mouth to drink my
cum when he takes me in my ass.  Do you think you could stand
it?"

Instead of answering, to Marie's astonishment Barbara rose from
her chair, went to Marie and quickly lifted her up from her
chair.  Marie squealed as she was carried to the sofa and
deposited there.  Then Barbara straddled her, undid her belt and
quickly stripped her Levi's and then her bikini from her body,
baring her lovely hairless slit.

Going down on her knees between Marie's legs she placed the
girl's legs over her shoulders and pulled the girl's body closer.
 While Tom watched in amazement she gently ran her tongue up the
girl's slit and immediately tasted the sweetness she
instinctively knew would be there.  Then Bobbie used her tongue
as a small cock and drove it into Marie's vaginal passage.  When
she did, she felt the girl's body shudder in a small orgasm and a
stream of sweetness reached her lips.  Then she focused her
attention on Marie's clit.  In no time she had the girl's pelvis
writhing on the sofa as she began to cum continuously.

Still Barbara neither sped up nor slowed down, but just
maintained her in her orgasmic state.  Minutes passed and Bobbie
just kept swallowing the sweet flow.  By now Marie's whole body
was shaking.  Her arms were waving uncontrollably, her head was
flopping from side to side and she was emitting a steady wordless
scream.  Finally, Bobbie bit the girl's clit hard.  The sudden
violent sensation coming on top of the minutes of orgasm was too
much.  With a sharp scream, she reached an ultimate orgasm and
fainted from her sensory overload.

Now that her whole body was limp it made it much easier for
Bobbie to carefully go over her entire crotch to ensure she had
captured all of the succulent syrup.  When she finished, she
flipped her head, undid her pony tail and used her loose hair to
dry Marie's crotch.  Finally, she lifted Marie up and moved her
back on the cushions, then returned to her knees and waited.

After a period of minutes Marie's eyes blinked and then she
opened them with a start.  She stretched languidly and said
softly, "Wow!"

Bobbie's face was impassive as she asked, "Marie, you asked if I
could eat your cunt.  Was that what you had in mind?"  All Marie
could do was slowly nod.  Then Bobbie looked very sad as she
continued, "I was afraid that's what you would say.  You see, if
that's what you meant, I guess the answer has to be no.  I can't
do it.  I don't know how."

Marie yelped and then began to howl with laughter.  Finally she
calmed down and asked, "Bobbie, do you accept our housing
proposal?"  The girl grinned and nodded.  "Beginning right now?"
Again she nodded.

"Great!" Marie exclaimed.  Then turning to Tom she asked, "What's
the penalty for lying, Tom?  Ten strokes, isn't it?"  He agreed
and Marie said, "Remember, for you, it's double.  That's twenty."
 She snapped her fingers and said, "Oops, I nearly forgot.  My
teenybopper crack was directed at both of you, so that counts as
two.  That makes twenty-two."  Raising an eyebrow, she pointed
towards Tom's lap.

With some trepidation Bobbie slipped off her jeans and bikini,
then bent over Tom's large leg.  He whispered softly, "Bobbie,
make your ass as soft as possible and keep it that way.  I don't
want to hurt my hand unnecessarily."

The girl did.  His hand came down on her right cheek hard.  She
bit her lip to keep from screaming with the pain as he hit her
again and again and again.  By the time he reached eleven, she
was nearly unconscious and was lying limply across his leg. 
Slowly she regained her senses and got up from his leg, moved to
the other side and lay over it again.  When he finished this
time, Bobbie was unconscious and just lay there limply.  Tom just
waited and finally he could feel the girl stir.

Carefully she got up although she was still reeling.  Tears were
pouring from her eyes and blood was streaming out of her mouth
from her lacerated lip.  Although she could scarcely stand she
said, "I'm sorry for telling you a lie, Mistress and Master. 
Thank you for disciplining me."  Then she took Tom's strong right
hand brought it up to her mouth and softly kissed it, then licked
it.  "I'm sorry for hurting your hand, Master."

Tom pointed to his leg where she had been lying.  During the
punishment her clit had been on his leg and the stimulation had
caused her to cum in a flood.  Kneeling down, she carefully
licked off her juices.  Then she looked up at him.  As her face
started to form a little smile, she suddenly collapsed in a heap
on the floor.

Rushing over to her, Marie looked accusingly at Tom and said,
"Tom, did you have to kill her?  That's much harder than you ever
hit me, and I'm used to it.  She's not.  Just look at the poor
kid!"  Her injured asscheeks were already turning color and blood
was still streaming from her mouth.  When Marie rolled her on her
back and opened the girl's mouth with her fingers, she gasped as
she saw the damage the girl had done to herself.  Moreover, the
flow of blood was much greater than they had thought.

Tom ran to the kitchen for ice cubes.  Giving them to Marie, he
picked the girl up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom
where he deposited her face-down on the bed.  Marie put a towel
under her face to catch the flow of blood, then took a
painkilling ointment and began to work it very gently into the
deep bruises on the girl's ass.

Finally, Bobbie blinked once and then opened her eyes.  As she
did she could feel the cooling warmth of the ointment working on
her terribly bruised bottom.  With her face still resting on the
towel -- she did not even have the energy to lift her head -- she
whispered, "Master and Mistress, next time could I have a piece
of rubber or leather or something to bite on?  I think I
destroyed my mouth."

Then with a wry grin she asked, "Could I interest you in
urinating into a bowl so I could drink it, instead?  I suppose
it's a lot more degrading, but it sure as hell doesn't hurt as
much."

Then her grin broadened as she looked at Tom and said, "Master, I
take back everything I said about your glorious body.  Why can't
you just be a wimp like all the other guys?"  Then with a wink
she added, "On the other hand, now I know that you could have
taken my asscheeks off with your bare hands if you wanted to.  I
suppose I should thank you for being so gentle."

With that the pain and exhaustion overtook her and she just
dropped off to sleep.  Marie carefully covered her with a light
blanket, then turned off the light and left her
sleeping.*Chapter 7*

"Your bottom really hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Andrea Cartwright
asked Barbara.  The two were sitting at a window seat in the
restaurant above the Clifford & Jamison offices having lunch.

When she finished up at the meeting with the Smiths and their
attorney, Homer Biggs, Barbara Dawson had gone to the playroom,
found Andy by herself -- Kenny Clifford and his mother were out
shopping -- and invited her to lunch.  The meeting was still in
progress in the conference room with Marie and Sandy Harris
settling the details.

Barbara had shivered when she saw the ice-cold look in Sandy's
eyes directed at her adversaries.  When Marie had said that her
partner detested rape, she had not been exaggerating.

Bringing herself back to the little girl's question she suddenly
wondered how she knew.  "Has Marie been blabbing again?" she
asked.

"Of course not, silly," the little girl replied with a bright
smile.  Then she frowned and added, "I hate it when my mother
spanks me."

"I guess it really hurts your little bottom, doesn't it?" Bobbie
asked sympathetically.

"Of course it doesn't...  No, that's not right.  I guess it does,
but that's not the problem.  You see, the only time Mommy spanks
me is when I've been naughty and I deserve it.  The problem is
with her."

"With her...?" Bobbie asked, puzzled.

"The last time was the very worst.  It was early last week and I
was very bad.  Mommy took down my pants, put me over her knee,
and really spanked me hard.  Of course, when she finished I
thanked her for her love.  Then she put me to bed -- it was time
for my nap -- and went to her room.  I couldn't go to sleep,
though, listening to her crying.  Well, I got out of bed and
padded into her room.  Poor Mommy was hugging a pillow trying to
muffle her tears."

As the little girl spoke tears came to her eyes as she
remembered.  "I took her in my arms and kissed away her tears.  I
thanked her for giving birth to me and for loving me so much. 
Can you believe it?  She hugged me and kissed me and thanked me
for being me.  Then I went to sleep while I was being held in her
arms."

Looking into Bobbie's eyes she added, "You saw last week how
beautiful my mother is and what a wonderful thing it is to see
her smile when she's happy.  Well, I guess this is the opposite.

"You see, when I'm bad, Mommy knows she has to punish me.  I
guess it was over me and punishment that caused the closest thing
to an argument my parents have ever had," Andy said sorrowfully.
"Daddy knows how much it hurts Mommy to have to punish me, so one
night he came home just as she was about to spank me.  When he
offered to do it, Mom flatly refused.  Do you know why?" the
little girl asked.

"No.  Why?" Bobbie asked, puzzled.

"The answer was so typical of Mommy," the girl replied with a
bright little smile.  "She said that she wouldn't allow him to be
the ogre.  Since I had disobeyed her, the responsibility was
hers.  Anyway, when I heard that, I took down my pants, went to
her and asked if she would please give me my spanking.  I guess
my tears were flowing, but it was like nothing compared to her
tears when she finished.  I guess it was pretty funny, really. 
There we both were crying our eyes out while we hugged each other
for dear life.  Do you understand now?"

Bobbie just slowly nodded her head and said, "I think so, but it
makes you the most remarkable family I have ever heard of.  What
you're telling me, Andy, is that when you make your mother happy,
she beams at you like sunshine.  But when you're naughty, she's
even more miserable punishing you than you are being punished. 
Since you can't stand to see your mother unhappy, you try your
best to be good.  Is that right?"

"Mostly, Miss Dawson."  Then with an impish little grin she
added, "Sometimes I'm naughty just so Mom will spank me and I can
then get in bed with her and comfort her the way she always does
with me."

Changing the subject she said, "You know, I guess I was pretty
lucky to be born.  There are so many children who are being
aborted every day, I'm one of the lucky ones.  You see, Mommy
says that the most beautiful part of being a woman is to be able
to give birth to a child.  She says she was never so happy in her
whole life as when she found out she was expecting me."

Looking at Bobbie she said, "You know something?  I guess I
believe her.  She was certainly gloriously happy when she learned
she was pregnant again with my baby brother."

Looking at Barbara she again slightly changed the subject.  "Last
week, when we met for the first time, I remember you asking about
the children and coming into the office.  Well, Kenny and I were
not completely truthful."  Holding up a hand to cut off Bobbie's
protest she continued, "We didn't lie to you, Miss Dawson, but we
didn't tell you the whole truth, either.  You see, we get along
with each other so well because our families are all so much
alike.  Unfortunately, that makes us different from most other
children.

"Take lovemaking for example.  Miss Dobbs went berserk at the
thought of children seeing their parents make love."  With a
wonderfully warm smile Andy said, "It's the very best part of my
life.  My mother has a perfect body."

Her eyes widened as she interjected, "She was a stripper before
she met Daddy.  The men must have really gone wild seeing her
naked body on stage!"

Returning to her thought she said, "Dad's is perfect, too!  You
should see the two of them in bed.  It's a riot.  First of all,
Dad can't resist teasing Mommy.  Last night, for example, he had
been caressing Mom's body all over.  He stroked her tits, her
inner thighs, her ass -- she's terribly sensitive there -- but
mostly her clit.  Well, Mom was writhing on the bed in agony
waiting for him to enter her.  All he kept saying was that women
are very slow to warm up sexually, and he didn't want Mom to have
a painful experience.  He said in the most reasonable-sounding
tone of voice, 'After all, my darling, my cock is very big.  I
don't want to hurt you by entering your cunt before it's fully
warmed up'

"Do you know what Mommy said?" the girl asked with a little grin.
 "She said her cunt was already so hot it could ignite asbestos
and to get it into her before she cut it off and did it herself!
Daddy stopped teasing her and when he went into her, he went all
the way in to the root with one push.  Boy!  The look on Mommy's
face was one of the most incredible happiness.  Well, Daddy took
her and took her and took her.  I guess she was unconscious at
least twice last night.  Anyway, as a big thrill, Mommy let me
sleep beside her in their bed.

"When he turned off the light, Daddy went right to sleep with his
hand cupping Mommy's gorgeous tit.  Then she put my head on her
shoulder and whispered to me.  She said that I was created that
way: Dad's glorious cum poured into her cunt and flooded her
insides.  A sperm found my egg, and with the help of God, I was
conceived.

"She said it almost certainly happened the same way as it did
last night: she was probably unconscious at the moment of
conception."  Looking straight into Bobbie's eyes she said,
"Seeing my parents make love is the most beautiful thing
imaginable.  They just worship each other."  The girl's face was
just glowing with joy as she talked about it.

Then she grew serious and again changed the subject.  "I guess
there's still a little more to our extended family, though.  You
see, I guess we're all a little strange.  We don't see it, of
course, but I guess we're all extremely smart."  With a little
grin she said, "Kenny and I don't see anything strange about
reading, but I guess a lot of people are pretty impressed.  I
don't understand why, though.  It's really not very hard... not
nearly as complicated as cash-flow analysis, for example."

"You do cash-flow analysis?" Bobbie exclaimed.  "You'rekidding!"

"Not really," the little girl continued with her forehead
knitting up in the cutest way.  "I had to learn it to defend
myself against Kenny.  He accuses me of making investment
decisions purely on gut feel and instinct -- no facts.  Well, I
couldn't listen to a lot of woman's-intuition garbage, so I had
to learn cash-flow and financial analysis to back up my choices
with some stupid numbers."

"Do you have any idea what your IQ is?" Bobbie asked in awe.

"About the same as the others, I guess," the little girl replied
with complete unconcern.  "We're all somewhere over 180.  I guess
past that it doesn't matter very much."

Realizing that the score was the very top of the scale, Bobbie's
mouth closed with an audible click.  "I heard about your
investments from Marie," Bobbie said.  "I understand you borrowed
the money from your grandmother.  What do you think of her?"

"Kenny's Mommy?" Andy asked with a brilliant smile that reminded
Bobbie of her mother and Ali.  "She's great!  Incidentally," she
interjected with a winsome grin, "To me, she's Kenny's Mommy,
while to him, she's Andy's grandmother.  We have such great fun
with her!  You won't believe what happened when she took Kenny
and me to see _Bambi!"_

"What happened?" Bobbie asked.

"When Bambi's mother died, she started crying so hard Kenny and I
had to help her out of the theater.  We went into an ice-cream
shop, sat her down and tried to tell her it was just a story. 
She looked at us skeptically and asked, 'Are you sure?'  We
assured her that we were, but she kept pushing.  Finally, she
just winked, grinned and swept us both onto her lap to smother us
with kisses."

Then the little girl shook her head and said, "But that wasn't
the funniest thing.  That came when the waiter came over -- it
had been a nighttime movie -- and asked if our parents approved
of the babysitter taking us to a movie at night."

Andy smiled brilliantly and added, "Of course she was wearing her
Levi's and a T-shirt and had her hair tied back in a ponytail.  I
guess she looked like she was about fifteen."  Looking at Bobbie
she added, "Actually, she was a big movie star years ago, and is
really a very fine actress.  I adore her, and so does everyone
else.

"You know what I love most?  Kenny and I talk about it a lot. 
We're convinced that when Grandmom does something with us or
takes us somewhere -- whether it's the zoo, or the circus, or a
movie -- she enjoys it at least as much as we do.  We're
convinced most of the time that _we're_ taking _her!_  She's
absolutely great."

"There's one thing I don't understand, though," Barbara asked. 
"I'm surprised that you and Kenny are so busy chasing money.  I
would think you have enough as it is."

Andrea Cartwright looked utterly adorable.  Although they had
offered her a booster seat when they entered the restaurant, she
had rejected it outright.  She had accepted a fat Los Angeles
telephone book, though, with a very warm smile.

Now she sat up as straight as she could and replied, "Of course
we do!  Neither of us care anything for money -- we just use it
to keep score."  With a cute grin she added, "It's more fun than
matchsticks, after all.  But you're right of course.  We're
loaded.  In fact, Granddad always pretends to give us a hard
time.  He always teases me by asking why I can't develop some
skills that would be useful to the Clifford and Cartwright
families...  Like learning how to spend it."

She smiled brilliantly and said, "He pretends to grump at me and
asks whatever happened to the Valley Girls who were so good at
spending money.  'Where are they when you really need them?' he
asks.  The fact is that I guess the family is pretty good at
making money."  With a very cute little shrug she added, "We're
loaded."

Then she looked at Barbara intently and asked astutely, "Why did
you want to have lunch with me today?"  Then with the warmest
smile yet she added, "Thank you so very much for taking me,
though.  I don't want you to think I'm not enjoying it because I
certainly am."

"There are two reasons, Andy," Barbara replied.  "First, I was so
impressed the last time we ate together.  I marveled at your
poise, your self-assurance, and frankly... at your table manners.
 You're utterly exquisite.  The second reason was to concede
defeat.  Andy, you're going to be the perfect wife for Kenny." 
Then she pretended to cry, but Andy could easily see the glint in
her eye as she wailed, "Just think!  I've been thrown over for a
younger woman -- _and I'm just eighteen!"_

"That may be true, Miss Dawson, but I may lose him to a woman
who's younger still -- your daughter, for example.  She is going
to be an incredible beauty with your eyes, golden blonde hair, a
body a man would kill for..."

Then she looked serious and added, "You know, platinum blondes
have a reputation for being cold in bed.  I think I'm going to
be... pretty hot -- certainly my mother is, and she's platinum --
but the reputation...  Golden blondes are the hot tickets that
the guys want to bring home to mother."

"Daughter?  What daughter?  And could you seriously see Ken
becoming interested in a girl born out of wedlock to a mother
who's a whore?"

Andy just slowly shook her head.  As she did, Bobbie realized
that she had forgotten the little girl was only five.  She had a
level of maturity beyond that of her own college schoolmates. 
Then she said, "Miss Dawson, you heard it from Ken: Before we
reach the age of eighteen, you will have three children... _by a
husband who adores you and who you adore!"_

Then she smiled warmly and added, "You see, we are really
strange.  The fact is that Ken can see the future...  He does in
the future what I do in the past -- we're both strange, I guess.
For example, that's how I know Tom spanked you very hard.  He
really hurt you, didn't he?  But then, that's really what you
wanted.  You wanted to be terribly punished for your sins."

Now the girl looked deeply into Barbara's eyes and said, "Miss
Dawson, you couldn't be more wrong about your own past.  I know
you feel that you're so immoral you'll sleep with anything in
pants -- and I guess from time to time you have.  But that's
self-punishment, too.  It really all began when you lost your
virginity, but you can't remember who took it or how it
happened."

Now her emerald eyes were bright and incredibly piercing as she
dropped a bombshell: "The reason you can't remember is it
happened the same way your rape almost happened Saturday night:
you were drugged and repeatedly raped.  But it was even worse,
Bobbie.  That time the guys were assisted by a few girls who
couldn't stand the fact that you were so good.  In fact, if the
loss of virginity comes with the piercing of the hymen, you lost
yours _to a girl!_

"Two girls were holding your legs wide apart while a third jabbed
a finger up your vagina and broke your hymen with her fingernail.
 Then the guys took turns raping you.  That's really what
happened -- and it was only two years ago, wasn't it?"

Then the little girl looked embarrassed and said, "Please excuse
me, Miss Dawson.  I called you by your given name and that's
unforgivable for a small child when speaking to an adult."

Barbara Dawson was thunderstruck. _My God!_ she thought, _I never
knew it but...  But it all fits.  Even the girls who told me at
school what a whore I was...  They were probably the ones!_

She shook her head as if to clear it and then said, "Andrea
Cartwright, you're going to call me Barbara or Bobbie!  Unless,
of course, you want me to call you Miss Cartwright!"  Pretending
to glare at the little girl she asked, "Clear?"

The little girl's eyes were very bright as she replied, "It's
very clear."  Then she slid off her chair and ran around to
Bobbie's side of the table.  With her arms outstretched she
asked, "Bobbie, would you hold me?  Please?"

Barbara reached out and scooped the little girl up in her arms
and sat her on her lap.  As soon as she did, the girl wrapped her
arms around Barbara's neck and proceeded to kiss her.  It was the
most incredible kiss Bobbie had ever experienced as the little
girl moved her lips on hers like an adult.  At the same time she
felt the most incredible flow of love from the little girl she
could ever imagine.  Bobbie held her tightly and tried her best
to return the love with her lips.

Finally Andy moved away and murmured, "Thank you, Bobbie."  Then
with the greatest love in her eyes she added, "I love you very
much.  And I think Ken is making a mistake waiting for me.  He
really should marry you.  You're so incredible, it's beyond
belief!"

Then she jerked up with a start, looked up at Bobbie's face and
asked, "How can you stand it, Bobbie?"

"Stand what?"

"It's back to the first question I asked about being spanked. 
How can you stand to have any extra weight on your bottom?  For
that matter, how can you even sit?  You were brutally beaten, but
Tom didn't really mean it.  He just has no idea of his own
strength."

Looking deep into Bobbie's eyes she said, "You were beaten so
badly you lost consciousness, didn't you?"  Although she didn't
answer in words her widened eyes answered for her.  The little
girl snuggled against Bobbie's chest and said, "I was reminded of
it by your lips.  When you kissed me I could feel all the cuts
inside.  You almost bit yourself into pieces to keep from
screaming, too."

All Barbara could think about was what an incredible person this
little girl in her arms truly was.  Then she added, "Don't worry,
Bobbie.  It won't happen again."  Andy said it with a note of
certainty in her voice.

"How can you possibly know that?" Bobbie asked.

"Now he knows how badly he hurt you," she replied.

"But how can he?"

"Because I communicated the excruciating pain you felt to him,"
she replied simply.  The little girl smiled up at Bobbie and
said, "I guess I'm really strange.  You see, I have some rather
strange mental powers.  Since I'm so young, I'm still exploring
them -- actually, I don't know what the limits are.  I've known
for a while that I could concentrate on a person and go back in
time in the person's brain.  Sometimes -- the rape of your
virginity, for example -- I can even know things that the person
involved -- you -- doesn't consciously know.  You never knew
about your own rape until I told you, because you had been doped
up.  Nevertheless, deep in your subconscious, you did know what
had happened."

Bobbie just shook her head slowly.  Now she knew that this lovely
little girl was, indeed, an incredible person with incredible
powers.

Then Andy continued, "Anyway, I just found out that I can be
active sometimes, too.  You see, Bobbie, while we were eating I
learned of your beating and how it happened.  Well, I guess I
invaded Tom's brain or something.  Anyway, he has now vowed never
to hurt you -- at least not that way -- ever again."

Then she just snuggled closer in Bobbie's arms and reflected,
"You know, this power really isn't a whole lot of fun."  When she
looked up at her, Bobbie could see tears in the corners of her
eyes.  She said, "Sometimes I wish I could be just an ordinary
little girl and Ken could be just an ordinary little boy. 
Neither of us are, of course.  But I love him so desperately, and
it's going to be at least fourteen or fifteen years before we can
do anything about it."  Now she started to cry as she added,
"It's really terrible to have adult wants and feelings in a
child's body."

Then she kissed Bobbie warmly again and added, "That's how I know
how bad it is for you."

The tears flowed even more as she reached up and wrapped her arms
around Bobbie's neck and kissed her again.  Then she whispered in
her ear, "Darling Bobbie, I'm so sorry for you!  It's going to
get so much worse, you will be wishing to be beatenunconscious."

When they went down to the office, Bobbie went into Connie
Cartwright's office with Andy.  The little girl launched herself
into her mother's arms and told her about the wonderful lunch she
had just had with Bobbie.  When Connie raised an eyebrow at
Andy's use of Barbara's nickname, she was told that she had to. 
Otherwise Bobbie would call her Miss Cartwright.  Learning that
Ken and Ali had returned, Andy shot out the door to look for him,
leaving her mother and Bobbie alone.

"Your daughter is the most remarkable little girl I have ever
met, Mrs. Cartwright.  She is an angel.  You are truly blessed."

Connie looked at her and said softly, "I guess you learned about
some of Andy's odd powers, didn't you?"  Bobbie just nodded. 
"All I can say, Bobbie, is that you may be right.  She just might
be an angel come to earth.  Her father and I just bask in the
love she has for us and we adore seeing her radiate in the love
we have for her."

Then with a shake of her head to clear it Connie said, "Ali would
like to see you for a minute before you leave.  She's in her
office."

After knocking on the door and being invited in, Bobbie found Ali
with her son.  Bobbie dropped to her knees and held out her arms.
 With a small yelp Kenny rushed to her and wrapped his arms
around her neck.  After the most loving kiss she could imagine,
she released him and said with tears in the corners of her eyes,
"Are you sure I can't wait for you, Ken?  You're a woman's
dream...  And when you grow up...!"  She just let out a low
whistle.

The little boy just beamed and said with a little grin, "I will
wait for you, Miss Dawson, but you won't be able to wait for me."
 Then he looked at her and his eyes became piercing -- anything
but a child's look -- and he said softly, "There's something else
you should know, Miss Dawson.  I told you last week that by the
time I'm eighteen you will have three children.  I guess you
should know that the first won't come until you've been married
for at least six years.

"You, your husband, and the fruit of your womb will accomplish
incredible things.  I'm so happy that I'll be around to see it
happen."  With that he ran out of the office to find Andy,
leaving Bobbie on her knees with a baffled look on her face.

Looking up at Ali she saw an expression on her face that she
couldn't read.  Slowly she got to her feet and found herself in
Ali's arms.  She had come to realize that Clifford & Jamison was
one of the strangest firms on earth.  Now she knew that there was
an intensity of love that permeated everything.

Then Ali kissed her and it was even better than the time before.
When she pulled away, Ali said, "Barbara Dawson, you are, indeed,
a remarkable person."  Then she said, "I've already spoken to
Marie.  We would like you to join us over the Christmas holidays
on Maui."  With a grin she added, "We like to bring our own
babysitter...  And you're elected.  Unfortunately, we can't even
_count_ the number of children you're going to be taking care of,
but..."

When Bobbie headed back to the apartment, her head was
spinning.*Chapter 8*

It was mid-December and Bobbie was packing the few clothes she
had that still fit for their trip to Maui.  As she did, she
reflected on the last few months and on the words Andy Cartwright
had said at their lunch.  The little girl had been precisely
right: Now she wished that Tom had beaten her into
unconsciousness every day.  What she had been experiencing for
the last few months had been far worse.

The worst times were the two trips to Hawaii Marie had made in
the fall.  The first one lasted three weeks and the second lasted
two.  Both were occasioned by Harriet Dobbs' efforts to win the
ten million dollar prize that Ali had offered.  Both attempts
ended in failure.  Two volunteers who had tried it the first time
had only recently been released from the hospital.

The second effort was made by Harriet herself along with a virile
man -- she had finally taken Marie's advice to heart -- but it
had failed, too.  Harriet and her companion were recuperating in
a hospital, but there was evidence that Harriet's mind might have
been permanently affected.  She was now on an extended leave of
absence from the University where a rumor was circulating that
now she wanted to go down on any man she saw.  She wanted to live
on cum.

Curiously, the same thing was true of Bobbie, herself.  As she
had been instructed, she had gone down on Tom in an effort to
drain his balls -- and had been uniformly unsuccessful. 
Moreover, it had become the worst form of self-torture she could
conceive.  With his exquisite body naked, she would be on her
knees in front of him taking his huge sex into her mouth.  When
he asked her why she always had just the head of his cock in her
mouth when he came, she had given him some double-talk.  The fact
was that she loved the taste and had found it was the best way to
get it.

When she went down on Tom to worship his cock, her own cunt ran
in rivers.  She had gotten pretty good at keeping her legs
tightly together to restrict her flow and channel what there was
inside her thighs.  The problem was that Tom preferred to be
lying on his back on the bed.  This made it doubly difficult for
her: First, it put her cunt only inches away from the weapon she
ached to have inside it, and second, it made it much more
difficult for her to conceal her own cuntal flow.  Now she knew
with certainty that she was desperately in love with him.

At the same time Marie had become her closest friend and
confidante.  The third part of her rent had also turned out to be
major problem.  While she loved the taste of Marie's succulent
cunt as it gushed into her mouth, her position beneath her
beautiful cunt left Bobbie's eyes only inches away from Tom's
glorious cock as it moved in long strokes into his wife's ass
which now so easily received it.

The result was the same in every case.  Bobbie would end the
session being virtually incapable of controlling the writhing of
her own pelvis as she sought some relief. _The odd thing about
it,_ the girl thought, _is that Marie seems to know I'm in love
with her husband.  Not only doesn't it bother her but for some
reason she actually seems to like the idea._

Even worse, Marie had given firm instructions that she was to be
naked at all times in the apartment.  When she left on her first
trip, she had asked Bobbie to share the bed with Tom to keep him
warm.  This, she found, she could not do.  Although she molded
her slim body to his -- and found out how easy it was to fit
herself to his length -- she was instantly in an agony of
wanting.  Although she realized she could obtain some relief
through masturbation, she wouldn't let herself do it.  The one
thing that proved to be easy was accepting the punishment
spankings.  Again, Andy had been proven correct: every time Tom
spanked her after that awful first time he had been very gentle.
Bitterly, she now wished he would beat her unconscious.

The hardest part of lying beside Tom was trying to force her body
to relax.  It was impossible.  Fortunately, Tom proved to be a
very deep sleeper and fell asleep almost as soon as she finished
going down on him.  As soon as he fell asleep with her head on
his shoulder, she would get up and go to the library.  There she
would read for most of the night until sheer exhaustion overtook
her.  For some reason, in spite of usually falling asleep after
four o'clock, she was always awake in time to greet Tom at seven
with a cup of coffee.

Her reading, she realized, was odd.  The library was stocked with
all the classics.  Although she had always been a fast reader,
with all of her practice, her eyes now literally flew across the
pages.  She had gone through the complete _Count of Monte Cristo_
in only two nights.  In just three months she had read most of
the world's classic literature.  At dinner, whether with Tom
alone or with Marie, they had incredible literary discussions. 
When they weren't on literature, they were on science or politics
or world affairs.  It had come as a real surprise to Bobbie to
find that she really was very smart.

Physically she had developed to a remarkable degree.  Looking at
her body in the mirror, she could see major changes.  Her breasts
that had been on the verge of sagging were now standing proudly
upthrust and firm.  The overtones of flabbiness around her belly,
hips and thighs had completely disappeared.  In its place now
were the same hidden muscles that Marie herself had.  She smiled
wryly at her reflection in the mirror thinking about her muscle
development.  Now she was lifting weights midway between Marie's
and Tom's.  It was not that she wanted to do more than Marie --
far from it.  Rather, it was another effort on her part to
exercise to the point of exhaustion so she could sleep. 
Ruefully, she admitted that her plan had backfired.  Now, almost
regardless of the demands she made on her young body, it
responded and performed.

Academically, she was also performing brilliantly.  Partly it was
because she and Tom had adjusted their schedules so that they
were mostly in the same classes and sections.  She smiled to
herself thinking of the debates that so often ensued in their
classes with Tom and her taking on the professor on some element
of political correctness.

She reflected that it was a tribute to their professors because,
although their answers seldom followed the book or the
professor's position, they were so tightly reasoned, so
well-supported and so well-written that they received A+ grades
anyway.  Several times they had been called in to see a professor
because of papers they turned in.  What was inevitably puzzling
to the professor was that although their positions were
identical, the wording of their two papers was totally different.
 This amused Barbara because invariably she had typed them both
on the computer -- and debated Tom over his wording versus her
own.

Several times she had thought about moving out of the apartment.
Finally she came to the realization that she had the worst of
both worlds.  She utterly adored Tom but couldn't have him. 
Worse, because she regularly took his huge cock in her mouth and
drank his wonderful cum, she was constantly forced to live with
the object of her sexual desire without being able to get any
relief at all.  At the same time she realized that she could
still talk to him and see him.  Since she couldn't live without
him, she recognized that, as bad as the situation was for her, it
was the best she could get.

Just then she heard her name called and went out to the kitchen.
Tom pointed to Marie and said, "Teenybopper."  Bobbie stuck out
the tip of her tongue at Marie, then bent over his leg.  Her head
was to his right; it was her left cheek that was due to be
spanked.  This time, though, instead of spanking her quickly and
letting her up -- to go and drain her cuntal fluids that always
flowed so quickly and copiously whenever he touched her -- he
just lightly ran his fingertips over her beautiful tight buns.

"Marie," he called, "Come and see!  Bobbie has such a beautifully
tight little ass now.  It's almost a shame to hit it."  As he
spoke he was running his hand between her legs.  Although she
tried to squirm out of his grasp, his right arm was holding her
like a vise.  Very gently he ran his finger down her slit and was
surprised to feel how wet it was.  Following his instinct, he
focused on her love bud.  With a scream, Bobbie let go a flood of
cuntal juices as her hips bucked with a violent orgasm.

Marie had been in the kitchen and came in response to his call
just as Bobbie came so violently.  "Thomas Conroy!" she
exclaimed.  "What _are_ you doing to that poor girl?"

Although he was amazed at Bobbie's sudden reaction, Tom decided
to continue to tease her lovely wet cunt with his fingertip. 
Even though her head was down, she managed to cry, "For the love
of God, Tom!  Please stop!  Please..."  Then she just broke down
in uncontrollable weeping.

"Tom Conroy, let that girl go this instant!" Marie exclaimed. 
"You're torturing her!"

He looked up at his beautiful wife with a hurt look on his face.
"I am not!" he protested.  "I didn't even spank her.  I was just
stroking her beautiful ass like this," he said as his left hand
again just lightly stroked her sensitive ass cheeks.  To his
amazement Bobbie just cried harder.  Although she was trying to
speak, the sounds she was making were unintelligible.

"Why don't you do something that won't hurt her as much then?"
Marie asked acidly.  "Why don't you just strip the skin off her
back with a whip?  I assure you, she would prefer it, and it
would be much less painful to her than what you're doing now!"

Tom looked at Marie, genuinely hurt.  He didn't know what she was
so mad about, but it was obvious that she was.  In fact, she was
furious -- it was the first time she had ever been truly angry at
him in all the months they had been married -- but he still
didn't know what he had done.  It never occurred to him that
Bobbie could possibly be attracted to him, let alone love him.

Utterly disgusted, Marie said, "Tom, let go of that girl this
instant!  My God!  If your parents knew what you just did, they
would disown you!  Now let her go and get the hell out!  And stay
out for at least the next four hours."

With a wry little grin she said, "Go play in the traffic or
something.  If you got bounced off the front of a Mack truck it
might bang some sense into your thick head."

Tom was so upset that when he released Bobbie, she just rolled
off his leg and lay there in a heap on the floor, crying her eyes
out.  When he started to bend over to find out the trouble, Marie
just pointed to the door and glared at him saying, "I'll take it
from here.  You've done enough damage for one day.  And don't be
in any rush to come home!"

As soon as he went out the door, Marie was on her knees beside
the huddled girl.  She lifted Bobbie's head, rested it on her
lap, and just lightly stroked the poor girl's face.  "You poor
thing," she murmured.  "But it will be over pretty soon."

As Bobbie's eyes opened she was looking into Marie's face.  She
saw love, great sympathy and something else she couldn't
recognize.  "It can't possibly be!" she wailed. _"I'm madly in
love with your husband, Tom!"_

"Of course you are, darling Barbara," Marie replied quietly. 
"But the dumb lug is too stupid to know it."  Looking into
Bobbie's eyes she whispered, "I was right, wasn't I?  You would
far rather be beaten to an inch of your life than have to endure
his caresses in your cunt, wouldn't you?"

"Oh God, yes!" the girl exclaimed.  But then with a look of utter
bewilderment she asked, "But how could you possibly know?"

"Because it's the way I felt when I was with Ken Carlson, only
your situation is fifty times worse than mine was.  First, as big
as Tom is, Ken is bigger.  I'm not sure I could have physically
taken him into me.  Second, in our case there was a major element
of gratitude... probably much more than love."

Looking at the girl she said, "With you and Tom it's the purest
love, isn't it?  You utterly adore him."  With a rueful little
smile she added, "And you refuse to relieve yourself.  You know
damned well I bought that vibrator for you, don't you?  Yet you
refuse to use it.  Why?"  Bobbie looked at her in surprise, then
just shook her head stubbornly.

Holding out her arms Marie said, "Come with me.  I need to fix
you up."

Bobbie was still baffled but got to her feet.  Marie took her by
the hand and led her into the bedroom.  After pulling down the
bed covers, she stripped off her own clothes and told Bobbie to
lie back on the pillows.  When she did, Marie, who was kneeling
on the bed beside her, took the opportunity carefully to examine
the girl's body and found it was now utterly perfect.  Then she
lowered her head and kissed the girl on the lips with all the
love she could communicate.  As she did she began to stroke the
girl's body with a feather-like touch of her fingertips.

Marie began to concentrate on Bobbie's tits.  After teasing her
nipples into full erection, she began to kiss and lightly bite
them while her hands moved down to the girl's thighs and finally
stroked her labia.  Returning to her lips, she now kissed the
girl with a sense of great passion.  Bobbie's eyes widened as she
felt Marie's passion but then she just relaxed and enjoyed it.

Lifting her lips for a moment Marie whispered, "Remember the
first time you went down on me and said you didn't know how? 
Well I don't know how, either, and I think it's about time I
learned!"

With that she scuttled down and knelt between the girl's legs
which she had spread wide.  Lowering her head she began to tongue
her slit.  Then she stopped for an instant and placed Bobbie's
legs over her own shoulders.

As she knew it would be, she found that Bobbie's cunt was as
sweet as sugar.  In no time at all in response to Marie's oral
stimulation, Bobbie was in orgasm.  When she achieved it, Marie
concentrated on maintaining the girl that way for as long as she
could.  She knew that the girl would ultimately lose
consciousness, but found she wanted to prolong her orgasm for as
long as possible.  Knowing that the girl was verging on
exhaustion and also knowing why she had been unable to sleep,
Marie wanted her to be out for hours, if possible.  She figured
that the sexual stimulation coupled with her own exhaustion
should keep her out for a long time.

Suddenly she stopped and lifted her head to look at Bobbie.  The
girl's eyes were closed as she just enjoyed the incredibly
wonderful sensation, but she opened them suddenly when Marie
stopped.  "Would you like me to neaten up your pubic hair the
same way as Kathy Carlson's?  I think you would look gorgeous. 
Besides, we're going to Maui and you'll be spending a lot of time
on the nude beach..."

Because Bobbie was still in a sexual daze, she didn't really hear
what Marie had asked.  She just agreed and closed her eyes again
as soon as Marie returned to eating her cunt.  In an instant,
Bobbie was back in her continuous orgasm.  Marie maintained her
that way for over thirty more minutes.  Finally, recognizing that
the girl was effectively unconscious -- all feeling was in her
cunt and she was totally unaware of anything else -- Marie bit
her clit hard.  Bobbie screamed and then fainted as her nervous
system overloaded and quit.

Marie rocked back on her heels and just looked at the girl.  Then
she looked down at her own belly.  Although she was in at least
the seventh month of her pregnancy, there was only the slightest
swelling in her abdomen coupled with significantly enlarged
breasts and nipples.

Sighing, she got off the bed and got a pair of tweezers. 
Bringing over a high-intensity light, she began work on the
girl's pubic area, thinking how much easier it was because she
was unconscious.  She smiled to herself thinking how practiced
she was now, having worked on Kathy, Hank, and others.  She first
pulled out the hairs beside the labia, then went to the perimeter
pulling out all the hair except for her dense pubic patch above
her slit.  When she was finishing the girl was beginning to groan
with the dimly perceived pain.  Before the pain could fully
register, Marie smoothed on painkilling ointment and smiled as
the girl relaxed back into a deep sleep.

When Tom finally returned, Marie gave him her very warmest kiss,
then told him to get some things together because they were going
over to Celeste's for dinner and would be spending the night. 
When he looked puzzled she said, "Tom, that girl is utterly
exhausted.  Tonight she is going to sleep in the bed... _by
herself!_  Okay?"

Tom just nodded, but still didn't know what happened.  Marie went
into the bedroom, put more ointment on the girl's pubic area,
made sure she was well covered, and then carefully closed the
door.

Although it was Thursday, USC classes were over and they were out
of school for their Christmas break.  It was ten o'clock the next
morning when they returned to their apartment.  Seeing no sign of
Bobbie, Marie told Tom to stay clear of the bedroom, then quietly
opened the door.  By this time, just the slightest noise was
enough to awaken the girl who had now been sleeping for over
twenty hours.  Her eyes blinked and then Marie found herself
looking into Bobbie's brilliant blue ones.

"Hi!" she said softly.  "Are you ready to rejoin the ranks of the
living?"

"What time is it?" Bobbie asked as she stretched luxuriantly.  "I
guess it's time for me to make dinner, isn't it?"

"No, my darling," Marie replied.  "It's time for me to make
brunch.  You slept for over twenty hours.  It's ten o'clock
Friday morning and we have an appointment at one.  Now why don't
you take a shower and by then brunch will be ready."  With a warm
smile she added, "Incidentally, do you like your pubic bush now?
And for that matter, does the area hurt?"

Flipping back the covers, Bobbie looked down at her pubes and
gasped.  "What... What happened?  What did you do?"

"I plucked it clean except for the small patch on your mons.  Do
you like it?  My friends really like theirs better plucked,"
Marie replied.

"It... it looks... kind of neat," Bobbie replied.  "But it hurts
like hell!"

"Call me when you get out of the shower and I'll fix you up,"
Marie said.  "And you certainly look a lot better after all that
sleep.  It's just as well, too.  You're coming to the Clifford &
Jamison annual Christmas dance tonight.  Ali would kill me if you
looked the way you did yesterday.  Do you feel better now?"

"I feel marvelous," Bobbie replied.  She jumped out of the bed
and headed for the bathroom while Marie left the room to prepare
the promised brunch.

When they finished eating, Marie took Bobbie to see Henry Hall,
Ali's Academy Award-winning hair stylist.  While they were
driving over Marie asked Bobbie if she would mind having her hair
cut short.  "Bobbie, you have the most exquisitely feminine
features.  Henry has done it a couple of times before with
utterly spectacular results -- two of the women will be out on
Maui, by the way.  Want to try?"

Then with a grin she added, "Besides, if you don't like it your
hair will grow back to its present length in just a couple of
years or so."  Bobbie shook her head, returned the grin and said
she would.  As she said it she realized that Marie's hair was
also short.  It was still in the gamine cut from when they
returned from their honeymoon.

When they returned to the apartment, Tom was waiting for them. 
After kissing his wife he looked at Bobbie and his jaw dropped. 
"My God, Bobbie..."

Her eyes widened and she began to cry.  "It's awful, isn't it,
Tom.  You hate it, don't you."

"My God, no!" he exclaimed.  "You look utterly magnificent! 
Except for my wife -- and my mother on her best days -- I've
never seen a woman look so beautiful."

Barbara beamed, then went and gave him a light kiss full on the
lips which she instantly broke.  The lightest contact was enough
for her to feel the instant flow of electricity between them. 
When she glanced over at Marie, the girl looked extremely happy
for no reason Bobbie could figure out.

Then Marie told Tom to take his shower, get his dinner jacket and
other junk and take it all to the library because the girls would
be using the bedroom and bath for at least the next four hours. 
Tom shook his head in feigned dismay but did as Marie asked. 
When he emerged wearing his bathrobe and carrying his clothes,
Marie ushered Bobbie in and ostentatiously stuck out her tongue
at Tom.  Then she closed and locked the door, making as much
noise as possible so he couldn't possibly miss the sound of the
lock.

After the two girls shared a shower, Marie led Bobbie to the
massage table in the bedroom and proceeded to work on her muscles
using musk oil as a massage fluid.  When she finished the
massage, she poured it straight in the val between Bobbie's
breasts and then down the length of her labia.  After gently
working it in, she helped the girl off the table.  When she
initially had difficulty standing, Bobbie was alarmed until she
realized that Marie's massage had been so effective her muscles
were just too relaxed even to support her weight.

When Marie brought out a blue cocktail dress, Bobbie gasped.  It
was like nothing she had ever dared to wear before with a
neckline that plunged to her navel and with no back at all.  The
back was cut so deep it revealed the beginning of the crease
between her buttocks.  Marie just said casually that it was the
official Clifford & Jamison cocktail dress -- the only variation
was in color.

"I think we buy them by the gross," Marie said wryly.  "Always
the same size -- just an assortment of colors."*Chapter 9*

That night the party was in the restaurant above the Clifford &
Jamison offices.  The firm had taken it over for the evening.  As
they were about to enter, Marie looked at Bobbie and Tom and
said, "We decided to take our chances with Alcoholic Beverage
Control and let you two drink if you wish."

Then she winked and said, "Bobbie, I'm sure you can hold it... 
But I'm not too sure about Tom."

When they got off the elevator, Marie took a moment to check
Tom's appearance.  Her heart rolled over as she looked at him in
his dinner jacket thinking he was the most handsome man in the
world.  After straightening his tie, she lifted her face.  Seeing
it, he lowered his lips and without touching each other their
lips merged in a glorious kiss.  "Thank you, my darling," she
whispered.  Then the threesome went into the dining room to meet
the people, most of whom Tom had heard about but had never met.

While Marie was going through her customary greeting of Kathy
Carlson -- kneeling and kissing her feet -- a girl came up to
Bobbie with her hand outstretched.  Turning to look at her,
Bobbie was utterly stunned by her beauty.  The girl was wearing a
dress like her own and also wore her hair very short the way hers
was now.  Her most striking feature were her eyes -- a vivid dark
blue verging on purple.

"Barbara Dawson?" she asked.  Bobbie acknowledged with a smile
and took the outstretched hand in a very firm grip as the girl
continued, "Hi!  I'm Kristin Bradley.  As the only unmarried
teenagers around, I understand that we have been elected to
babysit over the holidays."

Kris extended her other hand and now was holding both of Bobbie's
in hers.  She just looked her over carefully with an incredibly
piercing gaze that seemed like it could penetrate steel. 
Finally, the girl just focused on Bobbie's eyes.  Then she
grinned and said, "It's tough, isn't it, to be madly in love with
a guy you can touch but can't have?  You're the most incredibly
beautiful girl I have ever seen.  I think we're going to have a
lot of fun together.  Now come and meet my parents."

Taking her by the hand, Kris led her to a corner where two young
people were talking.  When she came up to them, they turned and
Bobbie stopped dead in her tracks.  She found herself looking at
the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.  The woman had brown
hair and brown eyes, but her hair, worn very short in the same
boy's haircut both Bobbie and Kris had, was naturally streaked in
colors ranging from platinum blonde to medium brown.  Her skin
was a warm vibrant gold and her figure was perfect.

She, too, was wearing the gown that Marie had referred to as
'Clifford & Jamison standard.'  It highlighted the perfection of
her body.  Yet as Bobbie looked more closely at the woman's
beauty she realized that, as beautiful as her features and figure
were, the real beauty was radiating from within.

"Mom," Kris said, "I would like you to meet my newest friend,
Barbara Dawson.  Isn't she gorgeous?"  Then with a grin she
added, "A genuine California blonde from USC."  Turning to Bobbie
she said, "This is my mother, Evangeline Bradley."

"How do you do, Mrs. Bradley," Bobbie said extending her hand.

Vangie Bradley took the offered hand in a very firm grip.  Still
without speaking she extended her left hand and Bobbie took it as
well.  Meanwhile the woman was just studying her and ended her
inspection by staring intently into her eyes -- the same behavior
as her daughter's a few minutes earlier.  Bobbie did the same
thing and realized she was seeing in the woman's eyes the same
love and goodness she saw in Ali's and Marie's.

Still without speaking directly to Bobbie she turned to the tall
man by her side.  He was a somewhat older Tom Conroy, Bobbie
realized.  Although not quite as tall -- he appeared to be about
six feet two -- he was as broad across the shoulders and as
well-muscled.  Like his wife, he had a deep golden tan.  Vangie
said, "Ed, buy her for me?  Please?"  Then with a vividly warm
smile she added, "You don't even have to bother with gift
wrapping, either.  I'll just eat her here!"

Then she said, "How do you do, Barbara Dawson."  Then she looked
at the girl and said, "I understand you and Imp, here, are going
to be sharing a suite.  I think it ought to be fun."

Then to her daughter she said, "I told you that you're sadly out
of shape.  This girl is going to trim your tight little ass and
it couldn't happen to a nicer girl, either."  Bobbie's eyes
widened at the comment because, with her body almost completely
revealed it was obvious that Kris Bradley's figure was also
youthful perfection.

"But you can't be Kris's mother..."  Bobbie stammered.  "You
couldn't possibly have given birth..."

"You're right," Vangie said agreeably, "I'm not.  Kristin is
adopted."  Then her brows knitted and she said, "Technically it's
true, I guess, but the fact is she was a bridal shower gift to us
from our children."

With a warm smile she asked, "Bobbie, don't you think it's an
original gift?  You see, when my daughter married, she realized
that I would miss having a teen-aged girl to hug and to love, so
she and Ken made one for us.  For a do-it-yourself effort, she
didn't come out too badly, did she?"

Now Barbara was totally bewildered.  "Gift?  From a married
daughter?  That's impossible...! I mean...  You can't possibly be
over twenty-five..."

Vangie yelped, took Bobby in her arms and gave her the most
loving kiss the girl had ever had.  Then she said, "I adore her,
Ed, and I'm going to have her as my daughter."  Then she looked
at the two girls and said, "Do you realize this would give us a
matched pair?  Of course she doesn't have Imp's ridiculous purple
eyes, but that's an advantage."

Then she said to Barbara, "Why don't we sit down and get
acquainted."  Her eyes turned serious as she added, "You see,
Bobbie, I'm very serious about adopting you.  It's an idea that
first crossed my mind when Andy Cartwright and Ken Clifford
couldn't stop talking about you."

While shaking her head, Bobbie allowed herself to be led to a
table in the corner where they all sat down.  Finally she said,
"I still can't believe it.  Am I correct?  Do you actually have a
married daughter?"

"Sure do," Vangie replied with a grin.  "She's married to my
son."  Again Bobbie's jaw dropped.  She was stunned.  "We fit
right in with Ali's extended family," Vangie continued, "because
we're at least as weird as they are."

Then she grinned and explained, "You see, Bobbie, before you
start giving me a lot of garbage about how unworthy you are, let
me tell you a little about us.  First of all: me.  I was born
Evangeline Pierce and was the poorest excuse for a human being
God ever placed on this earth.  I spent my childhood terrorizing
nurses and governesses and being thrown out of schools.  I
married Bill Collins when I was nineteen and then did about the
only worthwhile thing I've done in my whole life: I gave birth to
my daughter, Cathy.  Of course, I immediately hired a wet nurse
for her because, God forbid, I wasn't going to have grubby little
hands pawing my beautiful tits.

"Who do I hire?  The widow of one of our greatest military heros
-- a man who earned the Medal of Honor and gave his life for our
country doing it.  Later I farmed Cathy out to a string of people
so she didn't interfere with my social life.  Would you believe,
I never even went to her graduation? _Any_ graduation.  Anyway, a
few years ago Bill was killed in a plane crash.  After sleeping
with anything in pants -- and a few in skirts -- I heard of a
very rich widower, Ed Bradley, who had a son.  I conceived of the
idea of a family merger.  At that point, Cathy disappeared. 
There was no way she was going to have anything to do with an
arranged marriage.

"Of course the same thing was true of Ed.  His son, Ken,
graduated from Yale, Phi Beta Kappa -- that's where Kris is now,
by the way -- and as a Baker Scholar from the Harvard Business
School.  Ed didn't know any of that, nor did I know that Cathy
was _summa cum laude,_ Phi Beta Kappa and valedictorian of her
class at Carleton College.  Anyway, it seems that my daughter and
his son met on their own, fell in love, and were about to be
married when we learned about it for the first time.

"How did we find out?  The same way most parents do, I expect,"
she said with a quick grin. _"We see them on the national
telecast of the Super Bowl!_  A funny thing had happened in the
meantime, though.  While Ed and I were spending a lot of time
scheming to get our two children together to make a merger, we
fell in love with each other.  Curiously, as lousy and rotten as
we are individually, together we seem to neutralize each other's
poisons.  Anyway, Cathy and Ken were married and went out to Maui
for their honeymoon.  On the plane flying out there they meet a
fourteen-year-old girl who was seventy-two hours away from death
by starvation: Kris.

"About a year earlier Kris and her whole family were returning
home from a night football game.  A drunken driver ran a stop
sign and broadsided their car.  He killed her parents and her
brother and put her in the hospital.  We know that her family was
very loving and very close.  When she recovered consciousness in
the hospital, all Kris wanted to do was to rejoin her family as
quickly as possible... by starving herself to death.  She had
almost succeeded when she met our children.  Ken and Cathy
brought her back to life.  Moreover, she claims that she is their
creation, top to bottom.

"Then, while Cathy and Ken were on their honeymoon and putting
Kris together, one of Ali's daughters was beating me into shape.
In spite of all I am, Ed still claimed to love me and wanted to
marry me, so Kris was our children's shower gift to us."

Then with a broad smile she said, "Subsequently, I adopted Ken
Bradley as my son and Ed adopted Cathy as his daughter.  The
reason is the same.  I'm hoping to get Ken away from my daughter
and get him into my bed, while Ed wants to trade me in for the
younger, more athletic and nubile model -- and is Cathy ever
nubile!"

With a pout she added, "But it's not working.  All those two do
is fuck and make babies."  Then she was transformed by the most
vivid smile Bobbie had ever seen and added, "Of course our
grandson, Ken, junior, is the most beautiful young man God ever
created; our granddaughter, Krista, is the most beautiful little
girl, and Cathy is about to hatch a brother or sister for them."

"But you can't..."  Bobbie stammered.  "I thought I understood it
when you said Kris is adopted.  That can happen, I suppose.  But
a _grandmother!_  That's preposterous.  You can't be even
thirty."

Turning to Ed again Vangie exclaimed, "Edward Bradley _we have to
have her!_  No one has flattered us so much in years."  Turning
to Bobbie she said, "Darling, I'm forty-five and the love of my
life here is fifty-one.  Believe me when I say we are
honest-to-God grandparents -- not even that synthetic adopted
stuff like Ali!

"I'm very serious, Barbara," Vangie continued.  "We would like
very much to adopt you as our daughter.  I think you will like
Kris and I'm sure you'll love Ken and Cathy.  Besides, we really
need a genuine California blonde in the family."

"I guess I'm genuine, then," Bobbie said.  "Like most people in
California, I'm from somewhere else."

"Where?"

"A little town in Illinois that I'm sure you never heard of,"
Bobbie answered.

"What town?" Vangie persisted.

"A little town north of Chicago called Deerfield."

"Good heavens!  That's where Jan and Pete are.  Have you ever
heard of Janice and Peter Stewart?  Illinois Technologies...? 
Although now it's the Peters Drive Company..."

"Of course!" Bobbie replied.  "My mother is in the Junior League
and years ago she came back from a winter meeting raving about...
Janice Stewart!"

"Jan is the one who beat me into shape," Vangie said softly. 
"She's one of Ali's adopted daughters, too."  Then she raised an
eyebrow and asked, "Since you're from Chicago, maybe you follow
the Bears.  Maybe you've heard of Ken Bradley?"

Now Bobbie's jaw dropped.  "My God!  The All-Pro wide receiver...
 Married to... Cathy Bradley, the Pro Bowl kicker...  Your
daughter?"

"Sure is," Vangie replied, "but as I said earlier, I claim no
credit at all.  It was all Cathy, by herself, overcoming nearly
unbelievable handicaps -- mostly me -- to do it.  Anyway, how
about joining our merry band?  I think we can probably support
you...  If you don't eat too much, that is."

While they were talking, other things about the Bradleys started
to surface from Bobbie's memory.  One of them was that the
Bradleys were nearly as rich as the Cliffords -- certainly in the
same league.

She shook her head and said, "I'm afraid it's impossible.  First,
I have been disowned by my parents for being a slut and a whore."
 Looking at Ed she asked, "How would you like it if you went
outside to pick up the paper and found Kris, here, naked on the
doorstep covered with semen, and stoned out of her mind?  That's
the way my father found me early one morning."

"I would give serious thought to hunting down the beasts who
drugged her and killing them all," Ed Bradley replied coldly. 
She looked into his eyes and shuddered realizing he meant exactly
what he had said.

"Moreover, we have just the guys around here who would love to
help me do it: Bill Cartwright, another Medal of Honor winner
from Special Forces; Ken Carlson, a double Medal of Honor winner
from Army Rangers; Mike Morris, Judy's husband, another Medal of
Honor winner, served in the Marines with the Navy SEALS...  Not
only would they do it, they would delight in it.  All that would
be left of those butchers would be a few small scraps."  Looking
deep into Bobbie's eyes he said, "Do you believe they would do
it?"

She shivered and said, "Yes, sir.  I guess they would believe it,
too."

"Bobbie," Ed Bradley continued, "I guess it's a problem with
having a few bucks:  You can become known as a target.  Bill
Clifford and I handle it the same way:  We make it painfully
clear to anyone who gets such an idea that it's not the brightest
idea they ever had.  In other words, we don't offer free bites."

Then he held out his arms and said, "My wife has been
monopolizing things.  While she's been running off at the mouth,
I need to correct something she said about herself.  She would
have you believe that she's the personification of evil."  He
smiled ruefully and said, "It's so typical of her, too."  Then
looking into the girl's eyes he said, "I saw you looking at
Vangie very carefully, Bobbie.  What did you see?"

"I saw an incredible beauty," Bobbie replied.  "At the same time,
as beautiful as her face and figure are, that's the least of it.
Her real beauty -- and it's in overwhelming abundance -- comes
from the goodness she radiates from within.  Looking into her
eyes all I see is goodness and love."

Ed just nodded and stuck out his tongue at his wife.  "I told
you," he said.  "Vangie Bradley, you're a god-awful actress.  You
can't even play the part.  Your goodness just shines through in
spite of anything you say or do."  Then to Bobbie he added, "Of
course in bed this woman is utter perfection.  You see, I love a
woman who's nice and wet -- and Vangie always is.  Moreover, when
she's in my arms, in addition to the goodness and love, I get to
see the most intense personal love for me coupled with a level of
passion that's beyond belief.

"Bobbie, this is the woman who wants to be your mother.  In spite
of the fact that she was half right -- I really am a shit --
could I have a kiss?  Please?"

Bobbie rose from her chair and went to him.  Ed swept her off her
feet and sat her across his lap.  Then he proceeded to kiss her
thoroughly while he ran his hands lightly over her exposed body.
_His kiss is just loaded with pure love,_ Bobbie thought and then
realized, _September 11, 2001and it's love for *me!*_

She looked into his eyes and saw exactly the same thing she had
seen in Vangie's: incredible goodness and love.  She pulled away
and with a cute grin said, "But Dad, I hate to say this to my
brand-new father, but you're full of shit, too!  All I see in
your eyes is an incredible depth of goodness and love."

Ed shook his head and grinned ruefully as she continued, "I can
certainly believe what you said about Mom, though.  I'll bet she
is passionate.  On the other hand, even sitting on your lap I can
feel your sex beneath me, so I'm also sure that your lovemaking
must be pretty special!  Does she retain consciousness when she
cums with you inside her?"

"Hell, no!" Vangie exclaimed.  "In fact on our wedding night I
was out so long my whole damned family -- Ed, Cathy, Ken and Imp
here -- all feasted on my cunt."  With a shake of her head and a
wry grin she added, "Can you imagine using your cunt to provide a
feast... _for a family of four?_  Of course, to be fair, a lot of
it -- including all the nourishing part -- was from Ed's glorious
cum inside me.  Can you drown on internal fluids, do you
suppose?" Vangie mused.

Bobbie just giggled, but she believed what she had heard was
true.  Her new parents -- she was already thinking of them in
those terms -- were so madly, passionately in love with each
other, it was a beautiful sight to behold.

When Ed finally released her, she found Kris standing over them
looking down at her.  "Is it my turn yet?" she asked.  "Don't I
get to kiss my brand-new twin sister?"

Rising to her feet again Bobbie went into the girl's arms and
received the most breathtaking kiss she could ever imagine.  Then
Kris said softly, "Welcome, Sis!  I think we're going to have a
marvelous time together."  Then with a little yelp she added,
"And guess what, parents?  Now I'll finally get some help in
trying to spend your damned money!"  Then she shook her head and
frowned, "I don't know, though.  I don't think Bobbie has what it
takes to be a real Valley Girl.  Do you?"

Bobbie was swept by a feeling of relief.  Then her knees
threatened to collapse beneath her so she dove for Ed Bradley's
lap.  He gathered her into his strong arms and just held her
tightly.  Suddenly she burst into tears and started to bawl like
a baby.  It was as if a dam had burst.  Ed just held her even
tighter and held her head to his shoulder while he gently stroked
her hair and the satin-smooth skin of her bare back.

As he did she felt comforted for the first time in years -- it
felt so wonderful just to be held.  Slowly she regained control
and her weeping stopped, but she just snuggled closer into his
shoulder.  Then she lifted her head and he gently kissed the
tears away as he murmured, "Darling Barbara, your new mother and
I adore you!"

Realizing that her tears had soaked the shoulder of his dinner
jacket, Bobbie tried to get up to get a napkin to wipe it off. 
"Oh God, Mr. Bradley!" she exclaimed.  "I'm so sorry!  Can I..."

"I'm not sorry at all," he interrupted softly.  "Darling, there
are few things a man likes more than to hold and comfort a
beautiful girl.  Barbara Dawson, like your new sister, you're a
delight to the senses."

As she started to get up from his lap, she realized that Vangie
was on her knees beside her whispering, "Do you feel better,
darling?  It's terrible to feel totally alone, isn't it?"  Then
she softly added, "Could I have a kiss, too?"

Reaching out, Bobbie hugged Vangie tightly and then started
bawling again.  Vangie just held her close and listened to the
tears.  When she finally ran dry, Vangie kissed her eyes gently
and then melted her lips to hers.  Then she finally pulled away
and Vangie asked Kris to accompany her to the ladies room to make
repairs to her tear-streaked face.  In spite of the ravages of
her tears, Bobbie was radiantly beautiful and happier than she
had been in years.

While the girls were away from the table, Ed and Vangie talked to
Ali about legal arrangements for Bobbie's adoption.  When the
girls returned to the table, they spent the dinner time getting
acquainted.  Bobbie realized to her amazement that in just a few
short hours she had come truly to love this remarkable family.

After dinner the band began to play big-band dance music.  After
dancing with her new father -- she found he was a marvelous
dancer -- Bobbie found herself sought out by virtually all of the
men present.  A man who looked very much like Ed Bradley came up
to the table and asked her to dance.  He didn't bother to
introduce himself until she was in his arms on the dance floor.

Then he held her slightly away from himself so he could look
directly into her eyes.  After studying them for a few moments he
said softly, "Kenny is absolutely right!  You're a truly
remarkable young woman and I'm sure you're going to be very happy
with the Bradleys.  They are now among our very closest friends
and are delightful people."  He grinned and added, "Incidentally,
I'm Bill Clifford, otherwise known as Ali's husband."

Again Bobbie felt foolish as her jaw dropped.  Like Ed Bradley,
Bill Clifford appeared to be in his early thirties with
prematurely grey temples.  "But you can't...  My God!  What do
you people do?  You must have found the fountain of youth!  You
can't be..."

"Fifty-two?" he interjected.  "That's how old I am.  Of course
between Ali, Kenny and the baby, they serve to keep me young. 
And unlike my child bride, I am -- like Ed Bradley -- an
honest-to-God grandfather -- several times over.  All of my
children -- Jennifer, Bill and Brian -- have children of their
own now.  I know you met Joan the day she delivered her little
boy.  Isn't she a delight?"

Bobbie moved closer to him and murmured into his shoulder, "Mr.
Clifford, you have to be so very proud!  But how do you do it? 
How do you stay so young?"

"It's easy," he replied softly.  "It's all Ali.  She's..."

He stopped and grinned, then said, "I was going to say she's the
love of my life, but I stopped myself.  It's inaccurate.  The
fact is that she _is_ my life."  He smiled warmly and said,
"Bobbie, I can't tell you what it was like that Christmas night
when Ali told me she was going to have my baby.  I was so happy I
was afraid I was going to explode.

"You see, I always thought that the fruit of her glorious loins
would be very special.  Well, you've seen Ken and I think you'll
agree that he certainly is.  Anyway, she keeps me young."

Later, she danced with Ken Carlson and then with Mike Morris. 
While she was dancing with Ken, thinking about what Ed Bradley
had said, she asked him about it obliquely.  It turned out that
he knew all about her history.  She looked into his brown eyes
and shivered.

He asked, "Did Marie ever tell you what happened after we freed
Celeste and her?  To the enemy, I mean?"  Bobbie just slowly
shook her head.  "We killed them all.  The ones who weren't
killed in our initial attack were hung from the scaffold that
they had built for Marie and Celeste."

Looking down at Bobbie's face he said, "I would do exactly the
same thing to those bastards who not only raped you but destroyed
your whole life with your parents.  Worst of all, they actually
got you to believe that you were a whore."

He finished with a note of menace in his voice as he said, "If I
ever get my hands on any of them, they will be dead!"

At that instant Bobbie realized that she was not hearing a
threat; rather, she was hearing a simple statement of fact.  Then
he added, "Bill Cartwright and Mike Morris desperately want to
help, too."  Then with a mirthless grin he added, "Among the
three of us we could handle a good-sized army."  Hearing his
words she shivered because from what she knew of their
backgrounds, Bobbie was sure they could -- and probably would.

Later, when the band took a break, Kris grabbed her hand and
said, "Come on, sis.  We're going to sing!"

Dismissing her protests that she didn't know how, Kris led her to
the bandstand where Celeste and Marie were waiting for them. 
Bobbie was utterly baffled when Marie gave her a song sheet and
Kris sat down at the piano to play for them.  To her utter
amazement, she found she could sing -- indeed, could sing
beautifully.  There was silence in the room as the four girls
beautifully sang Christmas carols together.  Bobbie was most
surprised when Kris indicated that she had a solo to do and was
astonished when she found she could do it.  They all took bows to
waves of applause.

Then Marie whispered something to Kris who smiled and nodded. 
Taking a microphone in her hand Marie said, "Ladies and
gentlemen, a number of you have heard my sister and I sing
together in the past.  Tonight you heard us joined with the
marvelous voices of Kristin Bradley and Barbara Dawson -- who's
about to become Barbara Bradley.  Anyway, you all know my
background.  You know how I was rescued from death by Ken Carlson
and restored to life by him and his bride, Kathy.

"Tonight I would like to sing a song to the love of my life, Tom
Conroy.  In just a few short months he has given me a level and
intensity of joy that puts me in Heaven.  I would like to convey
a little of the love I feel and the joy I experience in his
arms."

With that introduction she sang the most passionate love song
anyone had ever heard.  Marie had the most marvelous clear
soprano voice that carried astonishing power coming from such a
small body.  When she finished, she just lowered her head.  There
was the silence of sheer awe for a few moments, then the room
exploded with cheers and applause.

Standing there alone, to the surprise of everyone, particularly
Bobbie, Marie addressed the group.  "I would also like to take
this opportunity to say a few words to you all.

"To begin with, how did my sister and I come to Clifford &
Jamison?  The answer to that is really very simple.  First of
all, the woman we adore more than anyone else alive, Kathy
Carlson, worked here.  You all know what I think of her: I
literally worship the ground she walks on and kiss her feet
whenever I see her.  Then, of course, when we received the first
William Harrison Clifford Fellowships to USC Law School from Ali,
we thought she was a dream, so that settled it.

"After graduating, I joined the firm.  The first day I was here,
the woman I thought was the personification of everything
beautiful and good turned out to be just Clifford & Jamison
Standard!"  The crowd roared with laughter at the remark.

"I'm really not kidding," Marie protested.  "Let me give you an
illustration using another partner, Sandy Benson.  Have you ever
looked at Sandy closely when she's in a courtroom trying a case?
It's... it's sad...  Well, it's certainly unfair.  First of all,
there is the genius of her brain.  She takes the most complex
case and lays it out like the A-B-Cs.  Then, of course, she's so
relaxed and fulfilled, she just glows.  Instantly she has the
attention and the admiration of the jurors."

Looking around the room Marie asked, "Have any of you thought to
time a Sandy Benson jury?  I have.  They're typically out for
only about as long as it takes them to write up their findings to
report to the judge.  Last week the jury came in with a finding
for our client.  Her daughter, Laura, was sitting like a little
lady in the first row immediately behind her.  When the jury was
dismissed and court adjourned, Sandy picked up little Laura and
gave her a hug and a kiss.  Meanwhile the jurors were lined up
for her autograph and to coo at Laura.

"You know something else?  There's never any second-guessing on a
Sandy Benson jury.  Not only do they find for her, but they are
morally certain there could be no other possible finding.  How
would you like to try a case against her?"

With a big grin she said, "You know something else?  She can lie
like a rug!  Awhile ago I know she had promised Laura and some of
the other children that she would take them to the circus in the
afternoon.  Of course she had a trial scheduled for ten that same
morning.  Promptly at eight-thirty the opposing counsel called
with an offer to settle.

"Do you know what Sandy did?  She said she had absolutely no
interest in settling.  Her little girl was in the office all
dressed up to see mommy in the courtroom, so she was sure he
could see why she couldn't possibly.  Finally -- with her tears
flowing over the telephone wires -- with the greatest reluctance
she accepted a settlement at a figure only 15 percent higher than
what she was suing for.  'But what will I tell my little girl,'
she wailed.  'She'll be _so_ disappointed!'

"She accepted it only when the other attorney pointed out that
she had a fiduciary responsibility to her client to accept the
offer.  She hangs up and goes off to the circus with the kids. 
Everyone -- particularly including Sandy and Laura -- was wearing
Levi's that day.  So much for legal ethics!" Marie concluded.

"Now wait a stinking minute, Mrs. Conroy!" Sandy protested,
standing up at her seat with a broad grin on her face.  "You
don't have a child yet so you don't know.  If you did, you would
know how often they change their minds.  I was certain Laura
would much rather see an exciting trial than a dull old circus! 
So there!"

Marie giggled while she shook her head.  "Anyway, I tried to
figure out what made the firm work the way it did.  The answer
was simple.  It turns out that these women have one priority:
their husbands."  Looking thoughtful, Marie added pensively,
"I'll bet that's why it took me so long to make partner.  I
didn't have one!"

With a quick grin she went back to her story.  "Realizing I
needed a husband, I was facing a problem.  Who would marry a
beat-up little Asian?  The answer came quickly: a young boy who I
had seduced when he was only twelve and probably didn't know any
better because he was still a teenager: Tom Conroy.

"Anyway, this brings us to our role as wives.  I learned about
this from my mother -- actually, I guess she's my mother-in-law,
but I always think of Hank Conroy as my mother and she only
thinks of me as her daughter.  Tom keeps me in a constant sexual
daze.  In return for this I sort of keep him on track, calm him
down when necessary, kick him in the tail when that's
necessary...  You know, keep him focused.

"That's really what we all do with our husbands, I guess.  They
are the center of our lives, and we are the center of our
families.  We operate as the mainspring and the balance wheel
while our husbands are our winding key.  Without them, we are
absolutely nothing.  With them we can do anything -- and often
do."

Looking around the room Marie picked out a young woman who had
joined the staff in July, fresh from law school.  She said, "Pam
Collins, you're new in the firm.  What do you think?"

A gorgeous brunette rose to her feet and grinned.  "Thank you,
Marie.  I'm glad you asked.  I guess I joined the firm out of
curiosity.  You see, while I was in law school, Clifford &
Jamison was the firm that none of us could figure out.  First,
unlike all the other top firms, you don't recruit on campus. 
Furthermore, in spite of all the militant feminists on the law
faculty, we never heard anything good about the firm in spite of
it being all women.

"It became even more puzzling when, during my legal internships,
I found that this was a firm that never lost a case!  I became
intrigued."  Turning to Kathy Carlson she said, "My first
interview was like yours, I heard.  I was interviewed by Ginger
but all she could do was massage her crotch while her bare feet
were on her desk-top.  She was leaning back in her chair with her
eyes closed, hoping I would just go away.  Later I found that she
had just given birth to her baby daughter.

"Anyway, I joined.  Now I'm getting to be one of the crowd.  I
weigh about the same as I have for years, but it's sure arranged
differently.  Like all the rest of the girls, I had to replace my
wardrobe to accommodate broader shoulders and bigger tits. 
Tonight I'm wearing a dress I wouldn't have dared to wear just
nine months ago.  It's the firm's standard party dress.  Now my
tits are big enough and firm enough to keep it together and it
features my tight little ass."

Turning to the young man beside her she said, "And, Gerald Smith,
if you don't stop squeezing my buns my love juices are going to
be all over the floor and will ruin my lovely dress, besides!"

The good looking young man sitting beside her ostentatiously took
one of her buns in his hand and squeezed.  The people all saw the
girl's eyes half close as she relished the sensation, then she
turned and lightly slapped his face.

"Furthermore," she added, "that only comes when we're married. 
No free samples!" she said raising an eyebrow.  Then to the group
she asked, "Why do you suppose men want to marry virgins?  All
they have to look forward to is a lot of blood messing up the
bed.  Maybe it's AIDS or something..."  she mused.

Turning to Ali she said, "I do have a bone to pick with you
though, Allison McGrath Clifford!  Why can't we have a _useful_
training program like the one at that dumb bank in Chicago? 
There the women learn _valuable_ skills: how to go down on a man,
how to take him in the ass, how to sleep on his shoulder while
molding her body to his.  They learn to cook, too, of course, but
they also learn how to serve a formal dinner while they're
naked."

Feigning anger she added, "And you own the damned bank, too, Ali.
 What's wrong with us?  Aren't we good enough?  Pretty enough? 
Sexy enough?  What?"  With a quick grin she added, "It's a
violation of our civil rights.  We're... We're being
discriminated against!"

Ali turned to Ginger and said, "Partner, you're in charge of firm
training.  What about it?"  Ginger was laughing so hard she
couldn't respond.  She just slowly shook her head as the young
woman sat down again to cheers from the crowd, particularly from
the younger associates.

Marie had been listening and laughing.  When the girl was seated
again she mused, "Why do we always hire comediennes?  But I guess
it really is a practical training idea."

Then she became serious again and continued her interrupted
speech: "This brings me to my husband, Tom.  All I can say is no
woman has ever had the love, the protection, the tenderness...
the everything... that Thomas Conroy has given me.  On our
four-month honeymoon, repeatedly he literally saved my life.  He
protected me from danger.  He warmed me at night by holding me
close to his body in his strong arms.  Sexually, he is
unsurpassed.  He puts me on his glorious cock as he would put on
a glove -- a tight-fitting one, at that."  She looked over at Tom
and said softly, "No woman in history has ever had the happiness
I have had with you and in your arms, my darling.  No one! 
Ever!"

There were tears in the corners of her eyes now.  Bobbie realized
that, remarkably, her sister, Celeste, was standing in the rear
videotaping the whole address.  Marie continued, "This brings me
to the present.  You see, I had an idea: A football team -- even
the very best -- has backup quarterbacks.  There are a couple for
Joe Montana and there's one for Mike Cassidy of the Bears.  They
don't play very often but the team can't exist without one,
because the starter can go down at any time.  Well, if a
quarterback makes a football team go, a wife makes a family go. 
Therefore, I came up with the idea of a backup wife.  You see,
that's the role Barbara Dawson has been playing at our house. 
She didn't know it, of course, but now she is a perfectly
prepared backup."

Shaking her head sadly she looked at the girl and asked, "Bobbie,
would you please come up here with me?"  Bobbie was stunned at
Marie's prior remark but did as she was asked.  To Bobbie she
said, "We're going out to Maui tomorrow, honey, and you'll be
spending a lot of time on the nude beach.  Would you mind
stripping here, now?"

Bobbie was stunned but did as she was asked.  In moments she was
standing naked except for her pumps.

Looking at the girl Marie shook her head and grinned wryly.  "You
know -- or maybe you don't -- that women are much crueler than
men."  At that she quickly stripped off her gown and turned her
back to the gathering and said, "Men did this to me.  It's sort
of brutal and obvious."

Pointing to Bobbie she said, "I did that to her."

Everyone was looking at Bobbie with puzzled looks on their faces.
 Barbara looked utterly magnificent -- there was not a mark of
any kind on her perfectly formed body.  Marie said, "My ancestors
would be delighted.  You see, Asians are experts at all forms of
torture.  We sometimes respect it almost as an art form.

"Well," she said as she started to weep, "they would be very
proud of me.  You see, I perfected the most diabolically perfect
form of torture.  I was able to get this poor girl nearly to
destroy herself.  How?  It was pretty simple, really.  All I did
was make her spend her time with Tom naked.  She slept with him
when I was out of town, taking my place on his shoulder.  She
gave him the sexual release he needed to keep producing his
normally copious quantities of glorious cum.  Her release?  There
was none, of course."

Again her voice broke.  By now Marie was crying so hard she could
scarcely talk but kept on anyway: "You see, she is one of God's
truly good people.  She is a girl who was almost destroyed by
some schoolmates who couldn't stand the idea of a beautiful girl
who didn't believe in sex with anything in pants as a form of
casual recreation.

"What did they do?  They raped her.  Worse, they did it in a way
that convinced Bobbie that she was a whore and a slut.  She is
anything but.  Those... creatures... had almost succeeded in
getting this lovely girl to destroy herself.  They did succeed in
getting her own family to disown her and throw her out of her
home.  She lost her family!  Worst of all, she actually thought
her parents were being reasonable.  How do I know all of this? 
From Ken Clifford and Andrea Cartwright, two of God's most
perfect creations.  Their individual judgment is unerring.  Their
collective judgment is infallible.  Their collective judgment? 
Barbara Dawson is one of God's perfect creatures."

There was a pause while Marie picked up a napkin from the table
to use as a handkerchief.  She needed emergency repairs to try to
continue her narrative.  With a toss of her head, she put her arm
around Bobbie's waist and pulled her close.  The two women stood
side-by-side, both proudly naked.

"This is the girl I tortured.  How?  By making her constantly
make love to the man she adores -- the man she loves more than
life itself, but the man she cannot have.  Why?  Because that man
is my husband, Tom."  Marie turned Bobbie towards her then kissed
her full on the lips with all the love she could communicate. 
When she broke the kiss she whispered, "Bobbie, I'm so sorry!"

Then she looked back at the gathering.  The people now were
sitting in stunned silence.  Never had they experienced anything
even close to what they were witnessing.

Marie continued, "It's mostly over now, though.  You see, the
culmination came a couple of days ago.  One of Bobbie's tasks is
to take my punishment for me.  I won't go into detail except to
say that Tom and I have a scale of punishments for various
infractions -- the most common of which is when I call him a
teenybopper -- but including other things as well.  You see, I
like to carry the marks of the person I love on my body.  That's
why I'm branded, for example.  Since I adore Tom Conroy, I love
to have bruises on my buns matching his large hands."

With a wry grin she said, "However, I don't think that's true of
many people and it surely isn't true of Bobbie.  The first time
he spanked her in my stead, he almost killed her.  She was beaten
unconscious but never made a sound.  Why?  Because she had agreed
to accept the punishment and was merely living up to her
agreement -- at any cost to herself.

"At any rate -- and this is due to Andy -- Tom has gone easier on
her since then.  A couple of days ago she was bent over his knee
to receive a spank.  Instead of spanking her, though, he did
something infinitely more painful to her:  He stroked her buns
and her slit."

Shaking her head Marie said, "For this girl, taking the skin off
her back with a whip would have been far more humane and far less
painful.  Instead, she had to accept intimate caresses from the
man she loves, but whom she cannot have."  Shaking her head sadly
Marie said, "My brutal ancestors were undoubtedly smiling at my
sadistic creativity."

"Is there more?  Of course there is.  First of all, Barbara
Dawson is truly alone in the world."  As she looked around the
room and an idea came to her.  "You know what?  Bobbie's closest
friends in the whole world right now are two five-year-olds:
Kenneth Clifford and Andrea Cartwright.  They know her, they love
her and they want to help her.

"Me?  I just want to use her."  Bitterly, she added, "And have I
ever!"

Then she smiled warmly and whispered to Bobbie to get dressed
again.  In an instant, the two women had slipped on their gowns
again.  Marie was wrapping up her address.  She said, "Tonight,
Bobbie was rescued.  I was utterly delighted to learn that she is
being adopted as their daughter by Ed and Evangeline Bradley, two
of the nicest people in the world.  For the first time in years,
poor Bobbie will have people who love her to confide in and to
counsel with.  Seldom has a person been so alone as this poor
girl has been for the last two years."

With a smile she said, "Well, now it's over."

Turning to Bobbie there was intense pleading in her eyes as she
said, "Bobbie, I have one last favor to ask.  And that's in full
knowledge of the fact that I have no right to ask for anything
from you, ever.  Nevertheless, Bobbie, if something happens to me
I am begging you -- publicly begging you -- please to take care
of Tom.  He needs you so badly.  Together, you will be
incredible.  Barbara Dawson, I am begging you please to marry my
husband, Tom, as quickly as you can after I die.  And I mean
within the same week.  Please?  Will you?"

Bobbie was utterly stunned and shocked.  At the same time she
could see the most incredible pleading in Marie's eyes.  For some
reason, her answer was vitally important to her.  She slowly
shook her head but finally just said, "Marie, if he will have me,
I will marry him."

"Oh thank you, my darling Bobbie!" Marie screamed.  Then turning
to the group she said, "Please remember what you have just heard.
 If it should ever become a factor, I want you all to remember
what I asked Bobbie to do, and what it is she has just agreed to
do.  Please also remember it was entirely my own idea.  I will
give you all my personal assurance that Bobbie had absolutely no
idea of what I was going to say this evening.  In fact, she had
no idea I would say anything at all."

Turning to where Tom was sitting, stunned by her revelation, she
said softly, "Thomas Conroy, what are you sitting there for? 
Come up here and give your wife a kiss."  With pleading in her
eyes she added, "My darling, right now I really need one!"

Tom came up and in an instant had swept his wife into his arms. 
Their mutual passion was visible for everyone to see as she
melted in his arms.  When their kiss ended, Marie spoke some last
words, "In a few short weeks, I will reach the culmination of our
life together when I deliver our child -- the fruit of my womb
and our love for each other.  I really can't wait."

Barbara could no longer hold back her tears.  She wept as she was
reminded once again of the incredible depth of love Marie had for
Tom and realized how futile her own love for him was fated to be.
 Marie's last words had made no sense to her at all.  From her
personal knowledge, Marie was the most healthy and perfectly
developed specimen of womanhood in the world.

Later in the evening after dancing with Marie, Tom came over and
asked Barbara Dawson for a dance without any reference to what
his wife had said earlier.  She felt as shy as a sixth-grader as
she went into his arms.  When she did, she instantly noticed how
well she fit and how wonderful it felt.  Moreover, she found that
she and Tom moved beautifully on the dance floor together.  As
they danced, Tom asked her about his wife's remarks.  Bobbie just
shook her head.

Then he said, "Bobbie, I think it's the funniest thing I have
ever heard!  Just imagine!  She thinks you love me.  Actually,
it's not funny, it's just plain dumb.  The whole idea is
ridiculous."

Finally, the dance ended.  This time he smiled fondly, took her
chin and lifted it, then softly kissed her full on the lips.  In
spite of all of her efforts she could feel the electricity flow
between them.  When he let go of her chin, he whispered, "Merry
Christmas, Barbara Dawson.  May your life be filled with endless
joy in the new year!"

Bobbie spun around and fled towards the ladies room.  She didn't
want him to see her dissolve into tears.  Kris Bradley saw what
had happened and followed her in.  Then Kris held her new sister
tightly in her arms while Bobbie cried her eyes out.

As she held her, Kris murmured softly, "Oh God, my darling
sister.  Can there be anything worse than to be madly in love
with a man who thinks your love is a joke?"

She caressed her new sister's hair and said softly, "I love you
very much, dear sister."

To be continued...

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
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*Barbara* (c) 1994, 2002 by Morgan.   morg105829@aol.com  

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