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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.*

*  *  *

*_Barbara_ -- Part 2 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>.

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*Chapter 10*

Barbara Dawson was sitting cross-legged on their king-size bed
watching her new sister, Kristin, unpack.  They had just arrived
at the Kapalua resort on the island of Maui earlier in the
afternoon and were settling into their suite.  When Bobbie had
asked Kris which bedroom she wanted, Kris had just marched her
into the master bedroom and informed her that they were sharing
it.  "What's the sense of having a wonderful brand-new sister if
I can't use her to keep me warm at night?" the girl had said with
a quick grin.

Having only a few articles of clothing that still fit her
reshaped body, Bobbie was just watching as Kris unpacked two
suitcases and put her things away.  As she did Bobbie noticed how
beautiful all of her things were.  Her clothing was tasteful,
stylish and very understated.  At the same time everything she
had was so elegant.

Something had been bothering Bobbie about Kris for days now, ever
since she had learned about her new brother and sister, Ken and
Cathy Bradley.  As Kris put things away she began singing softly
to herself.  Suddenly Bobbie recognized the tune and her mystery
was solved.  "My God!" she exclaimed.  "You're... you're Kris
Bradley!"

"Sure am," Kris replied casually.  "But what's news about that?"

"But... I mean... You're... You're Kris Bradley, _the singer!"_

Kris looked at her sharply and said, "That and a buck-and-a-half
will get you on the subway!  Big fucking deal!"

"But, I mean... You're famous!" Bobbie insisted.

"And Andy Warhol said everyone will be famous for two minutes. 
Those were my two minutes," Kris replied.  Then with a grin she
added, "On the other hand, the CD ran for nearly sixty minutes so
maybe I'm a little ahead of the game."

Bobbie was staring at Kris intently.  Now that she remembered the
name, other bits and pieces from her memory were coming together.
 Glaring at her accusingly she said, "You just completed a major
film didn't you?  Your very first and you're the female star!  I
read about it.  I understand there are a couple of nude scenes
that almost ignited the film."  Then Bobbie began to cry, got off
the bed, retrieved her suitcase, and, even though she was now
blinded by her tears, began to re-pack her things.

"Where in hell are you going!?" Kris exclaimed as she realized
that Bobbie was packing to leave.

"I'm getting out of your life!" Bobbie exclaimed through her
tears.  "My God!  What a family!  In just three children we have
an All-Pro wide receiver who's also a Baker Scholar -- _and_ a
Rhodes Scholar designate; the only woman in history to play
professional football -- _and_ win the MVP award at the Pro Bowl
-- a woman who's also Phi Beta Kappa, a valedictorian, one of the
most brilliant bankers in the country, as well as being a
world-class mother.  Now I find my sister made a record that went
Platinum in one of the shortest spans of time in the history of
the recording business, a sister who's the sweetheart of all our
Armed Forces in the Middle East, a sister who has just stood
Hollywood on its collective ear with the most sizzling screen
performance in memory -- in her first motion picture!"  By now
Bobbie had finished stuffing her things willy-nilly into her bag
and was headed towards the door.  Her parting words were, "What
on earth could I possibly bring to this party?"

Kris's first reaction to Bobbie's tears was one of shock and
dismay.  Initially she was going to interrupt her but, when she
saw the direction Bobbie's comments were taking, she just let her
talk.  Kris was expecting her parting question.  When she heard
it, she was sitting on the bed with her knees up under her chin
leaning back against the headboard.  "Do you really want to know
the answer?" she asked quietly.

Bobbie had almost reached the door, but Kris's surprising
response stopped her in her tracks.  Wheeling around she dropped
her bag and exclaimed, "As a matter of fact, yes!"

"Then strip and get your tight little ass into this bed beside
me," Kris replied.  As she spoke, she was shedding her own
clothes and then slipped under the covers.  Bobbie looked puzzled
for a moment but then did as she was asked.  When she slid under
the covers, her new sister was waiting for her and took her into
her arms.  Kris held her tightly and just breathed in the
wonderfully clean natural fragrance of Bobbie's body.  After
kissing her warmly, Kris held her closely and felt her firm tits
mashed against another pair that were even more firm than her own
as well as being very slightly larger.

Hugging Bobbie closely, Kris's mouth was next to her ear. 
Whispering, she asked, "Do you remember _Snow White?"_

_"Snow White!?"_ Bobbie exclaimed.  "What does an animated film
have to do with anything?"

"A lot," Kris replied.  "Do you remember when the wicked queen
asked, 'Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them
all?'"

"I guess so," Bobbie whispered back.  "But still, so what?"

"Well," Kris replied with a grin, "Kenny Clifford is my mirror on
the wall.  While we were filming out here I spent a lot of time
with Ali and her family.  Like everyone else, I adore Kenny
Clifford.  Anyway, the very first time I met him he said I was
the most beautiful woman in the world.  It became our little
private joke.  Whenever I saw him, I would ask him and get the
same answer -- until a few weeks ago.

"Then when I asked, he said I was _one of the most beautiful
women._  Well, I now know him well enough to know that he can't
lie.  I mean it!  He absolutely can not!  So when he said it, I
pretended to cry and asked who's more beautiful?

"He hugged me while tears were flowing from his eyes.  You see,
he hurt my feelings -- or thought he had -- and that's another
trait he gets from his mother:  He can't do that, either. 
Anyway, his reply was Barbara Dawson.  Then he proceeded to tell
me about you.

"By the way," she interjected, "Kenny uses a unique definition of
beauty.  Of course it includes physical appearance, but primarily
it's sheer goodness.  That's what he was really rating you on. 
Anyway, while he was in the middle of telling me about you,
Andrea Cartwright comes and joins in.  With those two little
angels raving about you I knew you had to be very special."

Pulling away slightly so she could look into Bobbie's eyes she
added, "And you know what?  They are absolutely right!"

Then she fused her lips to Bobbie's and worked them in the most
loving and passionate kiss Bobbie had ever had.  While she was
kissing her new sister, her fingers were roving over the girl's
body caressing her magnificent skin.  When she finally eased
away, she said, "Bobbie, you're exquisite!  Can we take a nap
now, together?  Just like this?"

Bobbie reacted to the tender touch and responded by stroking
Kris's body at the same time.  As she was held she could feel all
of the accumulated tensions she had been feeling just disappear
to be replaced by a feeling of wonderful warmth and lassitude. 
All she could do was to murmur, "Mm mm..."  In just moments, the
two girls were asleep in each other's arms.

About an hour later, Kris was awakened by soft knocking on the
suite door.  Using the soft light filtering past the window
blinds, she looked at her new sister in her arms.  Bobbie was
holding her closely to her body and Kris delighted in the
feeling.  The girl's body was so warm and soft, yet firm, with
skin like the smoothest satin.  Since her hand was behind
Bobbie's neck, she gently stroked the girl's hairline.  As she
did she was rewarded with a soft smile coupled with contented
sounds coming from deep in her body.

Hearing the knocking at the door repeated, Kris carefully eased
herself out of her sister's embrace and padded out to the door. 
Checking in the peephole, she smiled as she saw her mother
waiting patiently.  Since she was nude, she stood behind the door
and quietly opened it a bit allowing Vangie to slip inside.

Closing the door behind her, Vangie took her daughter into her
arms and kissed her lovingly.  Then she whispered, "Bobbie's
still sleeping, isn't she?"

Kris raised an eyebrow and replied, "Yes, she is, but how did you
know?"

"Because the poor kid has become an emotional basket case.  You
heard Marie the other night.  She wasn't exaggerating in the
slightest.  Your sister _is_ madly in love with Tom Conroy.  She
goes down on him and displays her naked body to him.  Can you
possibly imagine what that does to her?  Particularly since it
would never occur to her to get herself off?"

Giving Kris another quick kiss, Vangie slipped off the terry robe
which was all she was wearing and said, "Why don't you go see
your father -- the key is in the pocket -- or go play in the
traffic or something?  In other words, why don't you get lost?  I
want to get to know my newest daughter!"

"Oh, Mom!" Kris quietly exclaimed.  "Do for her what you did for
me the night after my adoption hearing.  She needs comforting so
desperately!"

With a quick wink Kris put on her mother's robe and slipped out
of the suite.  As soon as she left, Vangie padded into the
bedroom and carefully slid into the bed where Kris had just been.
 She smiled to herself as she felt Kris's residual warmth in the
bed and saw Bobbie's hands moving, obviously searching for her
recently departed bed-partner.  When Vangie moved into the girl's
arms, she saw a lovely small smile appear and then watched as the
girl sank back into a deep sleep with her body now tightly
pressed against her own.  As Vangie dropped off to sleep she
smelled the wonderful clean scent of Bobbie's body.

About an hour later, Bobbie slowly awakened.  With her eyes still
closed, she sniffed at the wonderful aroma of her bed-partner's
body -- a natural fragrance that was so fresh and clean.  Since
her arms were around her, she gently moved her fingertips over
her sister's back while she gently moved her body against hers. 
The feeling, she decided, was delicious.  Squeezing, she felt her
tits mashed against another beautiful pair.

Then she moved her head slightly, put her lips against her
bed-partner's and kissed her lovingly.  Her eyes opened suddenly
when she realized the taste was different.  It was only then that
she realized it wasn't Kris, it was her new mother!

Her eyes widened as she exclaimed, "Mother!  But... but it can't
be you!"

"Why not?" Vangie inquired softly as she snuggled even closer to
her young daughter.

"You... you're too young!  You feel exactly like Kris."  Then she
wriggled her body against her mother's and shook her head.  "No
you don't.  You feel so... so wonderfully warm and ripe, sweet
and juicy..."

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Vangie.  "Not another one!"

Looking hurt, Bobbie asked, "Another one what?"

Vangie grinned at her then gently kissed her eyes, her nose and
her ears, finally formed her lips to her daughter's and poured
out her love.  Moving away slightly she explained, "That's almost
exactly what Kris said the first time we were together like this:
 She said I was like a ripe pear!  I'll say to you what I said to
her," she continued with a wry grin, "You really know how to make
an old woman feel good: comparing me to an overripe inanimate
object!"

Bobbie's eyes gleamed at her mother's quip.  Then she asked,
"Mom, could I kiss you?  Just once?  Please?"

Vangie's eyebrows knitted as she pretended to frown.  "Barbara! 
Really!  I mean...  Just because I'm mashing my bare tits against
yours...  Just because you're grinding your gorgeous bush against
my bare mound... I mean...  Really!  Aren't you being just a
bit... forward?"

"Yep!" Bobbie replied as she melted her lips against her mother's
and just poured out her love.  As she did Vangie was holding her
tightly and running her fingers all over her bare back.  When her
hand reached one of Bobbie's bare asscheeks, she squeezed as hard
as she could.  Rather than make a sound, Bobbie just mashed her
groin harder against her mother's and made a deep sound of
appreciation.  When the kiss ended, the girl asked, "Mom, could I
just look at you?  You've seen me bare, but I've never seen you.
I can feel you and you just feel scrumptious.  Do you look as
good as you feel?"

At that she flipped back the covers and moved her body away to
get a good look.  As she looked at her mother lying on her side
with her head on a pillow, she just whistled softly.  "Mom," she
asked, "are you as good in bed with Dad as it looks like you are?
 My God!  You look younger naked than you do dressed.  You're
just unbelievable!"

Then she frowned, moved farther away from her on the wide bed and
asked, "But how can you possibly stand to be so close to me?  I'm
a slut!" she wailed.

Grabbing the covers again, Vangie pulled them up over them both
and moved close enough to the girl to take her again in her arms.
 "No, my darling," she whispered.  "I'm the slut, not you.  You
have been tormented beyond human endurance both physically and
psychologically.  I did much worse things while stone sober. 
Incidentally, we have started the wheels turning to identify and
punish the ones responsible for your degradation.  The one thing
I can promise you is that they will be very, very sorry!"

Then with a quick grin she said, "Come on!  It's time for you to
take a shower and get dressed.  We're meeting in our suite in
about thirty minutes for cocktails before dinner."

After sharing a shower and admiring her new daughter's utterly
perfect body, Vangie gave her a massage with musk oil.  When she
finished and said it was time for Bobbie to dress, the girl began
to cry saying that she really had nothing to wear other than a
few pairs of jeans.  "That's what you think, darling," Vangie
said with a warm smile.  "You're wrong on two counts.  First, we
sent a ton of stuff for you on ahead of us.  Second, you and Kris
are nearly identical physically.  I'll bet there's not one thing
of hers that you couldn't wear."

"But, Mom!" Bobbie protested, "they're hers, not mine.  I
couldn't possibly --"

"What in hell is the use of having a sister if you can't steal
her clothes every day?" Vangie asked with a grin.  "Besides, you
can bet your last cent she'll be stealing yours!"

With that Vangie produced a lovely sleeveless silk dress that fit
Bobbie as if it had been custom-made for her.  In fact, it had
been.  After putting it on, Vangie carefully brushed and combed
Bobbie's short hair.  When she was finished she went to a drawer
and took out a wide gold link collar that she fastened around the
girl's slim neck, then gave her a gold Rolex watch saying, "You
better put this on yourself."

Bobbie looked at it and gasped when she realized it was solid
18-carat gold.  Turning it over she read the inscription and
began to cry.  It said 'To our darling daughter, Barbara, from
your parents with all of the love we possess.'

Putting it down on the dressing table, the girl just reached up
for her mother with tears flowing from her eyes.  Vangie took her
into her arms and hugged her tight saying, "It's such a little
thing, my darling.  There's really nothing that your father or I
can do to adequately communicate the depth of our love for you. 
But please believe me when I tell you it's very real."

Then she looked at Bobbie with a wry grin and asked, "Now, could
you do me a favor?  Could I borrow a bathrobe to get back to our
suite?  I gave mine to your sister."

Bobbie frowned but her eyes were dancing as she replied, "Mother!
 Really... I mean...  Well, hell, if you just ran kind of
fast..."  She giggled as her new mother stuck out her tongue
looking exactly like a thirteen-year-old doing it, then threw her
a robe from behind the bathroom door.

Dinner in the dining room that night was also a different
experience for the girl.  First, rather than sitting facing each
other across the table, her new parents were sitting next to each
other at the square table.  At first she was puzzled but the
reason quickly became clear: They had a shared physical need to
touch one another.  She realized it was unconscious on both of
their parts.  Ed would lightly run his fingers up the inside of
Vangie's thigh, while she would unconsciously stroke whichever
part of him was closest.  At the same time the dinner was a
delight.  Bobbie just listened as the other three talked about an
incredible range of subjects.  She also found that her mother's
humor and caustic wit was concentrated on making denigrating
comments about herself, her appearance, her lack of education --
anything at all.

After dinner, as they headed back towards the senior Bradley's
suite Bobbie whispered into Vangie's ear, "Mom, you're so full of
shit, it's ridiculous!"

Kris and her father were in the lead and kept going as Vangie
stopped short and wheeled on Bobbie demanding, "What did you mean
by that crack, young lady?"

Pulling her mother towards her, Bobbie melted her lips to hers. 
Then she whispered, "Mom, you're so brilliant!  Never in my life
have I heard such drivel!  'Poor little me!  I barely have a
high-school diploma...' Maybe that's true, but you know far more
than any Ph.D. I've ever heard of.  And your head is screwed on
straight, you exude goodness and love..."

Bobbie kissed her mother again and said, "Mom, you're just great!
 God, I love you!"

Vangie was looking puzzled as she looked intently into Bobbie's
eyes, searching for some sign of teasing.  There was none.  Then
she murmured, "You're serious, aren't you?  You really mean what
you said?"

"Of course," Bobbie replied simply.

"Oh, my darling daughter!" Vangie exclaimed, "I love you so very
much!"

Bobbie soaked up her loving kiss, then kissed her lightly on the
tip of her nose.  Then they resumed their walk back to the suite.
 When they arrived, they found Ed and Kris waiting for them. 
"Bobbie," Kris said, "you already had a good look at Mom this
afternoon.  So tonight you prepare Dad while I work on our
mother."

Rolling her eyes she added, "At their ages, it takes a lot of
preparation to get Dad's cock up and to get Mom's cunt in a
receptive state, so..."  As Kris took her mother by the hand,
Vangie used her free hand to spank Kris's bottom as hard as she
could.

Kris wiggled her small ass and said with a wink, "Thanks, Mom. 
It's not as good as a man's cock, I guess, but it's better than
nothing."  Vangie just rolled her eyes and they went into the
master bedroom together.

"What now?" Bobbie asked Ed.  Clearly, something was expected of
her, but it wasn't at all clear to her what it was.

"Now you try to get me hard for your mother," Ed replied with a
wink.  "It's usually very difficult.  For example, I usually need
to be within about a mile of her.  As far as getting her warmed
up, she constantly teases me about her cunt dripping."  Rising
from the sofa where he was seated, he asked Bobbie if she would
like an after-dinner drink.

"Dad...  I know this is going to sound utterly awful, but could I
have a cognac?  And a cigar?  A light panatella, maybe?" she
replied.  As she said it Bobbie's heart jumped to her mouth. _My
God,_ she thought, _what is my new father going to think of me?_

"What a wonderful idea!" Ed exclaimed.

After going to the little pantry built off the suite, he returned
with two cognacs, two cups of coffee and two cigars.  After
setting down the tray, he carefully bit off the end of a very
light panatella, lighted it carefully, checked to ensure that it
was burning evenly and then passed it to Bobbie.  Then he as
carefully lighted a Corona corona for himself.  After sitting
down on the sofa he patted the spot next to him and asked,
"Bobbie, will you join me?"

The girl's eyes widened for an instant -- she was unused ever to
being asked to do anything -- but she rose from her chair and sat
down again beside her new father.  When she did, he put his arm
around her and gently pulled her closer.  Turning his head he
sniffed her natural perfume and said, "My darling Barbara, thank
you!"

_"'Thank you'?"_ Bobbie exclaimed.  "For what could you possibly
be thanking me?"

"For being you," he replied simply.  "For being so sweet, so
loving, so bright..."  He turned his head to look directly at her
and said, "For example, right now: you're supposed to be
preparing me for your mother.  Curiously, you are.  We just had a
marvelous dinner and now I'm enjoying a beautiful cigar and
cognac with my lovely daughter while I think about my wife.  Just
look," he said as he pointed toward his crotch.  "Am I getting
ready for her?"

His pants were bulging and that gave Bobbie an idea.  Carefully,
she unzipped his fly and eased his cock and balls out from their
confinement.  Ed's cock was semi-erect to start but it instantly
responded to the beautiful girl's caress and began expanding in
both length and girth.  As it did Bobbie's eyes widened.  Finally
she said, "Dad, there's no way Mom could take that inside her! 
You are gigantic!"

Rather that replying, Ed took a careful puff on his cigar and
leaned back against the sofa.  "Darling Bobbie, marrying Vangie
Collins was the smartest thing I ever did in my entire life.  She
told me about holding you in her arms, so I know you know what
her nude body is like.  Actually, though, you're right.  I guess
I do have a very large cock and your mother has a very small
vaginal opening.  Yet she is the wettest woman I have ever met. 
She wants me inside her so badly!"  Then he looked at her and
asked, "How should I take her tonight?"

"Does Kris ever... participate?" Bobbie asked.

"Good grief, yes!" he exclaimed with a laugh.  "Whenever and
however she can.  But why do you ask?"

"Dad, do you feel like trying something a little different?"
Bobbie asked.  "Marie told me about something she did once with
the Carlsons...  It's... Well, I don't know what it is, but
hearing her talk about it, it sounded like fun."

By this time they had finished their cognac and cigars.  When Ed
agreed to try, she grinned and took him by the hand into the
second bedroom.  There she helped him undress.  Although she had
seen his bare cock, when he was naked Bobbie just softly whistled
and said, "My God!  Dad, you're divine!"

Ed Bradley's body was an all-over golden tan.  He was lean and
hard with heavy muscles in his chest and upper arms, tapering
down to a slim waist and hips over muscular legs.  By now his
huge cock was fully erect exposing the massive size of his full
balls.  In an instant Bobbie had shed her clothes and had him
climb on the massage table sitting in the room.  While he was on
his back she began to work musk oil into his shoulders and chest,
then worked her way down his body, too.  As she worked, his hands
were lightly caressing her glorious body.  With a gasp Bobbie
leaned over the table and mashed her lips to his while she tried
to crush her tits against his muscular chest.  As he returned the
kiss, Ed squeezed her ass cheek hard provoking a little yelp.

When she withdrew, tears were flowing slowly from her eyes as she
whispered, "What an incredibly stupid idea this was!  Dad, you're
so utterly magnificent!  But there's no way I can get any
relief," she wailed.  Shaking her head with a rueful smile, she
began to work on his cock and balls.  As she did, she saw a
little smile appear on her father's face and she asked him about
it.

"I was just thinking about your mother," he replied.  "God, I
love that woman!  I was thinking about last Christmas."  He
smiled warmly as he remembered.  "As usual, when I woke up, my
arm was around your mother with my hand cradling her fantastic
tit.  At the same time I felt something strange on my cock.  In
order to lift the covers I had to let go of your mother.

"When I did, she pretended still to be asleep but rolled over on
her stomach.  Looking down, what did I see?"  He shook his head
and grinned broadly at the memory.  "I saw a red ribbon around my
cock and balls along with a little tag.  When I took it off to
read it, what did I see?  It said, 'To Vangie: Merry Christmas! 
These are all you said you wanted.'  Then I looked at your mother
to say something and what did I see?  There on her ass was a red
and green bulls-eyes done in greasepaint centered on her rectum.
Red and green lettering on her back said, 'Open me first' with an
arrow pointing down to the target.

"Well, I lightly smacked her bun and she instantly pulled her
knees up under her to raise her ass for me to enter.  After
spending gallons inside her, we both collapsed and she ended up
on her back.  What did I see then?  The same green and red
greasepaint on her lips along with a note on her cheek saying,
'Open me second.'  I'm appalled because I had just taken my cock
out of her ass, but all she did was to form her mouth into a
large O.

"I spent in her mouth after she so carefully licked me off. 
Later when I asked her she just shrugged and said anything on it
was hers anyway, so how could she possibly mind?"  Shaking his
head he said, "Can you believe her?  Anyway, as you noticed your
mother has a bare mound.  There was the third bulls-eye and a
note on her belly saying 'Open me third.' So I took her again. 
Keep in mind that it was Christmas morning and we still had not
said one word to each other.

"Well, as usual, your mother passed out with her cuming and
regained consciousness in my arms.  Still without saying a word
she flips back the covers exposing her whole body.  There on her
thighs was another note.  It said, 'Now you're on your own!'  At
that she just giggled."

Looking at Bobbie he asked, "Can you believe it?  She got up in
the middle of the night and did it all, including writing the
note on her back using a mirror.  Of course the bed was a wreck
with red and green greasepaint all over everything, but we both
just howled.  Then your mother gave me the most passionate kiss I
can ever remember and thanked me for being able to take her three
times in quick succession."

Ed shook his head and said, "You should know how awful I was,
Bobbie.  I can't count the number of women I took as mistresses
in my life.  I dumped them all -- or almost all.  One of them,
Jane Edwards, who's still my secretary, dumped me.  She's a
wonderful person and realized our relationship was going
nowhere."

A tear came to his eye and he said, "To show you the kind of girl
Jane is, she contacted my then wife and told her please to be
good to me.  She didn't want to take me from another woman -- and
would not.  Jane broke it off.  There was only one other -- a
beautiful girl.  She left me because I wasn't attractive enough
for her."

He grinned and continued, "Guess what happened a couple of weeks
ago?  We were in New York staying at a suite in the Grand Hotel
Hyatt.  Anyway, who should I see in the lobby but my former
flame."  He shook his head and interjected, "I guess she always
was a bitch.  It really came out clearly that evening.  She came
up to us in the lobby and introduced herself to Vangie as my
former mistress.  Looking at me she whistled softly and said I
had certainly improved -- so much so that she would now take me
back!"

Looking at Bobbie he asked, "What do you suppose your mother
did?"

Bobbie's eyes were as wide as saucers seeing the whole event in
her mind's eye.  All she did was slowly shake her head.

With a big grin he said, "She invited her up to the suite.  When
we got there, she stripped off her own clothes and said there
should be a competition because after all she was my current
mistress."  With a grin he added, "She never bothered to mention
we were married, though.  Later, she said it would have spoiled
it all if she had told her."

Again he shook his head.  "Anyway, to the girl's intense
embarrassment, Vangie stripped her, too.  Then she just worked
over the poor girl.  You would have howled!  It was sad, really.
Your mother is so incredibly beautiful that the comparison was
utterly awful.  She pointed out that the woman's thighs were
heavy, her ass was too soft, her tits were starting to sag, her
posture was terrible, her bush spread all over her crotch.  Then
she turns to me and says, 'But Ed, you're the one who counts. 
What do you think?'

"Before I could say a word, the other girl had picked up her
clothes, slipped into her dress, and fled out the door carrying
the rest of her things in her arms.  Your mother just watched her
go with a feigned expression of bewilderment on her face and
said, 'Why didn't she wait for an answer, Ed?'"

He shook his head and said, "The fact is, Bobbie, that your
mother is a perfect female."  Then with a grin he asked, "What do
you suppose your mother did the next day with respect to the
girl?"

Bobbie thought for a few moments while she continued to run her
fingers over her father's magnificent sex.  Then she said, "I'll
bet she wrote her a letter of apology.  Did she?"

"Already you know your mother too well," he replied with a grin.
"You're right, of course.  She avoids hurting _anybody's_
feelings if she can possibly do it."  Then looking down at his
rigid cock with a drop of fluid on its tip he asked, "Am I ready
yet?"

Bobbie just rolled her eyes, licked the drop off his tip and held
her hands out to him.  When she led him into the next room, she
found Vangie lying on her belly with her chin in her hands
waiting for them.

With a wicked grin Bobbie asked, "Mom, your arms are pretty
strong, aren't they?"

"I guess so, dear," Vangie replied, puzzled.

"Because I have an idea.  It was done by Marie and her sister
with Kathy and Ken Carlson.  Want to give it a try?  I warn you,
though, for it to work you have to be able to support all my
weight on your back.  Are you willing to try?"

Grinning, Vangie exclaimed, "Let's!"  Then she looked at Bobbie
and asked, "What do we do?"

With a broad grin, Bobbie arranged the people on the bed.  First,
Kris lay on her back.  Then Vangie knelt over her with her love
box right over Kris's face while her ass was up in the air.  Then
Ed took his position behind her and probed at her ass, entering
her easily.  When he did, Bobbie lay on Vangie's back and raised
her legs, wrapping them around her father's neck and offering her
cunt to his mouth.

Bobbie thought for an instant and then reached down.  As she had
correctly estimated, she could reach Vangie's beautiful hanging
tits and cup them in her hands.  With a collection of giggles
they all began to work on the sex within easiest reach of hands
or mouth.  Vangie's tongue began to work on Kris's love box when
the girl elevated her hips as much as she could to make her
mother's job easier.  For her part, Vangie lowered her ass to
bring her cunt into easier reach of Kris's mouth.

Meanwhile, Ed began to lick Bobbie's soaking wet box and then
squeezed her lovely full tits.  The foursome kept moving as the
sexual tensions mounted.  Finally, they all came essentially
together.  Bobbie was the first to pass out followed almost
simultaneously by Kris and Vangie.  Vangie passed out when Ed
came in her ass at almost the same instant Kris bit her clit.

The combination of sensations did her in.  At the same time, she
bit Kris's clit causing her to pass out, too.  Ed was the only
one left conscious.  He lifted them up and lined them up at the
head of the bed with Vangie in the middle, flanked by her two
daughters.

After washing, he returned to the bedroom and made room for
himself next to his wife.  As he settled in, her eyes fluttered
and then opened.  Se looked at him, smiled warmly and said, "It
was great for me, darling.  How was it for you?"

"Well," he replied, trying to appear thoughtful, "it was...
okay."  With a satisfied nod he repeated, "Definitely okay.  I
get to ream out the most gorgeous ass in the world.  Meanwhile
I'm eating one of the sweetest cunts in the world -- almost as
sweet as her mother's -- and get to squeeze a pair of youthful
tits..."  Nodding rapidly he repeated, "Okay!"

"Youthful tits?" Vangie asked, raising an eyebrow.  "What's wrong
with mine?"

"Not a thing," Ed protested.  "It's just that yours are mature
and ripe..."

At that Vangie hit him hard in the shoulder saying, "That's about
enough of that, Edgar Bradley.  I've already heard once today how
I'm ripe and lush and wet and sweet...  You know?  Just like an
overripe pear?"  With that Ed took her into his arms and melted
his lips to hers.

They were still in each other's arms when the two girls recovered
consciousness.  "Can you believe it?" Kris asked in a loud
whisper to be sure her parents could hear.  "Necking?  At their
ages?  And after fucking like rabbits for hours?"

She spanked her mother hard when she could hear them both
giggling like school children without breaking their kiss.  After
the spank Vangie just wiggled her small ass in appreciation.

Finally they broke the kiss and Vangie asked, "Did you hurt your
hand?"

"As a matter of fact, yes!" Kris replied.  "Your ass is too
hard."

"Good!" Vangie exclaimed, sticking out the tip of her tongue. 
"It serves you right for such an unprovoked attack."

Looking at Ed, she caressed his sex which now was semi-flaccid. 
As she did it quickly returned to its fully-erect state.  Looking
at him lovingly she asked, "You're good for one more anyway,
aren't you, my darling?"  Instead of replying, Ed took her in his
arms and melted his mouth on hers.  While his lips were busy on
her mouth, his fingers were lightly stroking her beautiful bare
mound and sensitive clit.

As she spread her legs, she said with a little grin, "Darling, I
hope you don't mind if you're cheated out of your midnight snack?
 Our new daughter needs some of your nutrients..."

While Bobbie watched in awe, her mother folded her legs at the
knees and extended her feet back under her rump.  Jack-knifed the
way her legs were, her cunt was elevated from the bed and Ed
easily entered her.  As they moved together, Bobbie realized that
both of her parents had bodies that seemed almost twenty years
younger than their ages.

In a short time Ed had Vangie in continuous orgasm.  The woman
was screaming incoherently for the most part but once Bobbie
could make out, "Fuck your wife!  Oh God, Ed, rip me in half... 
Please!"  The woman was in ecstasy, with her pelvis jerking in
constant spasm, while her father just continued to move in and
out with full strokes.

After minutes she could see his cock begin to throb with his
cuming.  When it started, he buried himself to the hilt and
Vangie screamed as she felt the hot cum flood her insides.  "It's
so good!" she screamed and then her body went limp.

After resting on her body for a few moments, Ed rolled off and
said to Bobbie, "She's all yours."

"But Dad, I don't understand.  She was supporting a lot of your
weight on knees that were doubled over.  The pain must have been
incredible.  Why did she do that?" Bobbie asked.

"To try to ensure that she kept all of it inside herself for
you," he replied simply.  "But you're right, Pumpkin.  I'm sure
it was excruciating.  But to your mother that counts for nothing
if she can give pleasure to someone she loves.  She loves you
desperately, Barbara.  I hope you enjoy your snack."

Moving between her mother's widespread thighs she lowered her
face to the woman's still-elevated pelvis.  She found it was like
drinking from a bowl filled with succulent fluids.  Her father's
syrup-like cum was diluted with her mother's delicious juices. 
Using her tongue and suction from her mouth she found the taste
sensation incredible.  To her amazement, while she was bent over
her mother, Kris had slithered under her and was tonguing her
cunt as her father caressed her firm tits and teased her nipples.
 As she was finishing her mother her own passion had risen.  When
Kris bit her clit she passed out.

A few moments later she came to finding her head pillowed on her
mother's abdomen and could feel long fingers stroking the back of
her neck and her shoulders.  Looking up she saw the most loving
look on her mother's face.  "Did you enjoy it, my darling?"
Vangie asked quietly.

Realizing her mother's legs were still doubled up, Bobbie jumped
up and moved up beside her mother.  With a flip of her hips and
lower body Vangie straightened her legs while breathing a sigh of
relief.  After kissing Bobbie warmly, she said, "I'm getting too
old for these contortions.  I'm not as supple as I used to be."

"Mom, I couldn't have done for thirty seconds what you did for
over thirty _minutes!"_ Bobbie exclaimed.  "Too old?  Bullshit!"
With final kisses the girls left the suite and returned to their
own.  They were giggling because they had only slipped on their
dresses and were carrying the rest of their things down the
hall.*Chapter 11*

As Bobbie began to awaken from her sound sleep, she just
stretched her muscles and realized she was in Kris's arms.  After
only a single day, she realized that her new sister's body was
utterly perfect.  She was beautifully muscled with wide
shoulders, full breasts and a flat belly.  Her very slim waist
flared out smoothly to slim hips and very tight little buns, then
flowed down to the most beautiful legs Bobbie had ever seen on a
woman.  As Bobbie was about to drift back into a deep sleep, Kris
began to tickle her ribs.

Jumping with surprise, Bobbie tried to escape but found herself
trapped in Kris's arm while with her free hand she continued to
torment her sister.  Taken completely by surprise, Bobbie was
futilely trying to escape the torment yet it never occurred to
her to counterattack.

It stopped as suddenly as it began with Kris asking guilelessly,
"Are you awake yet?"

"I hate you, Kris Bradley," Bobbie said with a pout.  "I was so
warm and comfy and relaxed and wonderful...  Then you have to go
and wreck it!"

By this time Kris was kneeling on the bed with her weight back on
her heels just looking at her sister.  Without any reference to
her attack she said simply, "Bobbie, I adore you.  That was one
of the best nights I have ever spent.  You're a simply
scrumptious bed companion."

Lifting her eyebrows she asked, "Would you like a reference?  To
whom it may concern?  I would be happy to give you one."  Then
she uncoiled and headed for the bathroom saying, "Get your ass in
gear.  It's almost seven-thirty and you and I are playing tennis
this morning."

When they arrived at the court reserved for them, they found
themselves on the middle court of a five-court layout.  The other
four courts were already in use.  After volleying to warm up, the
girls began to play.  They were both very fast with very quick
reflexes.  Bobbie was stronger but Kris was more experienced. 
The first set went to a tiebreaker that Kris won, while the
second set -- also with a tiebreaker -- was won by Barbara.  As
they took a break for some water between the sets, they realized
that they were the only people playing on the five courts.

All of the other players had stopped their matches and were
arrayed along the center lines of the two adjacent courts, just
watching.  Kris winked at Bobbie and said, "Come on, Sis!  Get
your fat ass in gear.  The paying customers are waiting to see us
perform."

The last set lasted nearly an hour.  On both sides of the net
there were incredible saves, long rallies and ultimately, just
great tennis.  The tie breaker went to 15-15; neither could get
the necessary two-point advantage to win.  It was Kris's turn to
serve, but instead of serving she just dropped the balls and her
racket and fell to her knees laughing and shaking her head.

By this time even her shorts were saturated with sweat and their
tops -- even after a change -- were clinging to their torsos like
second skins.  "Want to flip a coin?" she called out.  "I've had
it."

Seeing her sister on her knees, Bobbie sank to her knees as well.
 Shaking her head wearily she replied, "I don't even have the
energy to flip a coin.  Call it a draw?"

"Let's!" Kris exclaimed.  She tried to bounce to her feet but her
knees gave out and instead she fell flat on her face.  At first
Bobbie thought she was hurt but then she lifted her face, now
covered with clay dust, howling with laughter.  The entire front
of her tennis outfit was also clay-covered as the dust stuck to
the sweat-soaked material.  Bobbie thought for a moment about
jumping the net but decided she was certain to go on her face,
too.  The two girls met at the net support and kissed warmly.  As
they did, there were cheers from all of the spectators who had
just seen world-class tennis.

The two girls stumbled into the ladies locker room, took showers
and then went to the dining room where they met their parents for
breakfast.  As they sank into their chairs Kris grumped, "Mom,
she's too damned good!  I can't beat her.  I can scarcely win a
point..."

"Bullshit!" Bobbie interjected.  "Mom, Kris is unbelievable! 
Isn't there anything she can't do like a professional?  Anything
at all?"

Vangie kissed both girls and then replied, "I'm sure there's
something, Bobbie...  It's just that we haven't found it yet. 
And you know something else?  Whatever it is, I don't think it's
going to be very significant."

_"Insignificant?"_ Kris exclaimed.  "Do you call the total
inability to get a boyfriend insignificant?  How incredibly
selfish, Mother!  Just because you spend every night in heaven in
Dad's arms, what about us poor unfortunates?"  Then she smiled at
Bobbie warmly and added, "Of course, last night was really great.
 Bobbie makes a wonderful bed-mate.  Now if only she had a big
cock..."

Vangie was listening while she was slowly shaking her head from
side to side.  When Kris finished Vangie said, "What your sister
doesn't say is that she has dated more boys than any twenty girls
alive."  Although her eyes were gleaming with humor she tried to
look serious as she added, "Of course, it's been one date to a
customer.  Your sister goes out with a guy, kisses him goodnight,
and then kisses him off.  No bells and no electricity, so no
second date."  Shaking her head, feigning sadness, she added,
"What a hell of a waste of manpower!"

Changing the subject she asked, "What are we going to do after
breakfast?  Play golf?"

When she heard Vangie's suggestion, Bobbie's heart leaped to her
throat.  First, she knew Tom's father was the golf professional
at Kapalua and she was afraid of meeting him.  Beyond that,
although she had been playing on a computerized golf trainer, she
had never been out on a real golf course in her life. 
Unfortunately, before she could say a word, the others had
unanimously endorsed the plan.  Kris grabbed her hand and jerked
her to her feet.  Bobbie giggled as she was literally hauled out
of the restaurant by her sister feeling like a rag doll as she
even bounced off the chairs on the way out.

When they reached the pro shop Kris was still holding her by the
hand as she led the way to the golf club displays.  As they went
towards the back Kris cried out, "Anybody home!?"

A tall, lean young man came out of a small office in the back and
held his arms outstretched.  With a cry of delight Kris threw
herself into his arms and mashed her lips to his while Bobbie
just looked on in amazement.  When they broke the kiss, Kris
grumped, "How is it that all the good ones are already married?"

Then with a quick grin she took the man by the hand and pulled
him over to where Bobbie was waiting.  "Mr. Conroy, I would like
you to meet my new sister, Barbara.  She needs a full set of
clubs -- _expensive ones!"_

Turning to Bobbie she explained, "This is sort of a Bradley CARE
package -- with all of his children, he needs the money."

Jim Conroy was shaking his head while there was a wry grin on his
face reflecting his reaction to Kris's antics.  He put out his
hand and said, "Barbara Bradley, it is a real pleasure."  Then he
looked at her quizzically and asked, "But where have you been
hiding all this time.  This is the first I've heard of another
sister.  I certainly know Cathy and Ken, of course, but
Barbara...?"

Then to the two girls' surprise he put out his other hand and was
holding both of Bobbie's hands in his.  Looking into her eyes,
there was a sudden flash of recognition.  "Of course!" he
exclaimed, "You're Barbara Dawson!  You have to be."

The very worst of Bobbie's fears were coming true.  Suddenly she
wanted to disappear into a crack in the floor.  When she tried to
escape, she realized that although he was not exerting any
pressure on her hands they might as well have been gripped in a
vise.  Although he knew she wanted to flee, he didn't let go.

Instead, he continued to stare into her eyes.  In a bemused tone
of voice he murmured, "They're right, too.  You're exactly like
Hank!  My God!" he exclaimed, "I never would have believed it. 
We always thought that Hank and Sam were like peas in a pod, but
compared to you, Sam's not even close."

While he continued to look into her eyes he said, "Kris, could
you go and hit some balls or something?"

"You want me to get lost, is that it?" she said with a grin.

"Sure do," he said, "and as fast as possible."  Turning his
attention back to Bobbie he said softly, "Promise you won't try
to run away again?"

Her first reaction was to deny his charge but she was too honest.
 With a little smile she just nodded once.  While he continued to
talk to her he idly started looking at various types of golf
clubs.  Turning his attention back to her, he asked her to stand
up straight.  Then he ran his fingertips lightly over her upper
arms and shoulders.

When he realized the extent of her muscle development, he
whistled softly and grinned.  "Come with me," he said.  "We have
to talk."

Leading the way, he took her into his small office behind the
shop and sat her in a chair, then sat down across from her.  Jim
went back to studying her eyes.  "They are certainly right about
you," he said finally.

"They?" she asked, puzzled.  "Who are 'they'?"

"The two little angels who worship the ground you walk on," he
replied.  Then with a little smile he added, "And please don't
pretend you don't know who I'm talking about."  Then his face
took on an overtone of anger as he continued, "That idiot son of
mine really hurt you, didn't he?"

"No!" she screamed.  "No!  Please don't ever say that!  If I felt
I was in any way coming between you and your son, I would kill
myself!"  Then she began to cry as she added, "He's so good!"

"So good he could torture you unmercifully for weeks?" he asked.
"That good?"

She replied before the full significance of what he had said sank
in.  "He didn't mean it, though!  I'm just a prostitute, and
prostitutes and sluts have no feelings."

"I beg your pardon!?" Jim interjected.  "My wife, Hank, is a
prostitute and she certainly has feelings!"

At that comment, Bobbie's jaw dropped and the shock stopped her
tears.  "Your wife is a... _what?"_ she exclaimed.

"A prostitute, a whore, a slut...  You know, all those good
things," he replied with a straight face.

"Why James Conroy, you should wash your mouth out with soap!  Of
all the nerve!  My God!  Hank Conroy is the purest, nicest,
warmest..."

"How do you know?" he demanded.  "You've never met her."

"That's true," she admitted, "but I've heard so much about her, I
feel like I know her.  She is the warmest, most loving wife God
ever put on this earth!"

"That's true, too," he said without expression, "but what's that
have to do with her being a prostitute?"

Bobbie was completely bewildered.  The exchange had turned into
the strangest conversation of her life.  She tried to organize
her thoughts and then said, "A prostitute will do absolutely
anything, no matter how degrading, for money."

"That's Hank," Jim agreed.  "Absolutely _anything!_  If she
thinks I might derive some pleasure -- sexual or otherwise -- she
does it...  Regardless of what it might be, too."

"But... But, a prostitute does it for money..."

"Hank has never had another job in her life.  Where do you think
her money comes from?"

At that point, Bobbie was dumbstruck.  There was nothing more she
could say.  Jim picked up the thread and added, "I'll admit that
most prostitutes serve more than a single customer.  Hank
complains about that.  She claims it's my fault, and she's
probably right.  First of all, we're stuck out here in the
northwest corner of nowhere.  It's not the greatest place to
build a business like that.  Secondly, she claims that I won't
give her the money she needs to advertise.  That's true, too. 
Finally, she thinks other customers wouldn't appreciate it too
much if she was constantly having to take a break to nurse a
baby.  Since they're all mine, there's not much I can say,
but..."

He grinned but then became serious again.  "We were talking about
what my idiot son did to you.  He tortured you, didn't he?"

Suddenly, her emotional dam burst.  "Oh God!  I love him so!" she
screamed.  "Having to go down on him day after day...  Having to
lie in bed with him with my head on his shoulder while he cups my
tit..."  Then she held her head up straight and said, "But it's
all my fault!  A slut has no feelings.  I... I just imagined it
all!"  She screamed at him, "I am a slut!"

This was more than Jim Conroy could stand.  When he had looked
into her eyes all he had seen was what Kenny and Andrea and said
he would see: the purest goodness and love.  He realized that
this beautiful girl was tormented by her love for his married
son.

Although he didn't know the content, he did know that Hank and
Marie had had several very serious conversations beginning on the
phone before they came out to Maui, and then the night before,
they had talked until the wee hours.  It was the first time in
memory Hank had not come to bed when he did.

When she finally got into bed, she couldn't fully control her
tears.  All she would tell him when he asked was it had to do
with Marie alone and did not directly affect Tommy.  Now this
beautiful girl who was sitting across from him was about to come
apart emotionally.  Picking her up from her chair as if she were
a feather, he sat her across his lap and hugged her tightly.

Then he said, "The worst of all was when he ran his finger up
your slit and toyed with your clit, wasn't it?"

"Sluts have no feelings!" she repeated with a wail.

"Which confirms what I've been saying all along," he said softly.
 "You aren't one!  If you have no feelings, why are you crying
now?"  Then he held her tightly and said, "I don't know the
details, Bobbie, but I do know it will work out for you very soon
-- it's only a matter of days.  Can you hold on?  Do you want to?
 Would you like to marry my son?"

When Marie had asked her at the party to marry Tom, she had
thought the woman had a screw loose.  Because it was in public
with dozens of people watching she had agreed but certainly had
not taken her agreement seriously.  In fact, she had not spoken
to Marie since -- she had been totally wrapped up in her new
parents; it had not been a matter of avoiding her.  Now the
father of the man she loved was saying essentially the same
thing, but this time in a completely private setting.

"Of course I don't want to marry your son!" she exclaimed.  "He
is already married to the most loving woman in the world -- the
woman who's about to present him with their first child!"  Trying
to pull away she said, "It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever
heard!"

"No, it's not," he said softly.  "And I know you love Marie.  I
know you would cut off your arm before you would hurt her or
allow her to be hurt.  But Bobbie, you're not being honest with
me...  Or maybe you're not being honest with yourself.  Which is
it?"

Then he smiled warmly and added, "Bobbie, I am certain of one
thing: My wife, Hank, will utterly adore you!  And I'm equally
sure you will love her."  Then he helped her to her feet and
said, "Enough of this for now.  Let me assure you I am going to
fix my son for what he did to you.  It was utterly inhuman!  And
Hank will be there to help me do it, too!"

Rising to his feet he led her back out to the shop while he
carried a large box with him.  As if nothing had been said, he
took her to where there was an assortment of golf bags and she
selected one almost at random.  Then very carefully he fitted her
with three pairs of golf shoes and then announced that she was
all set.

"But... but what about the clubs?" she asked, utterly bewildered.
 "What am I supposed to put in the golf bag I just bought?"

"That was the easy part," he replied.  "They're all in this box."
 With a grin he added, "This is actually a spare set of clubs I
ordered for Kathy Carlson.  Until I met you, she was one of only
three women I ever met with the strength to use them.  You know
what?" he asked.

"What?"

"I'm virtually certain you're even stronger than she is...  And
believe me when I tell you that is really saying something!" 
Then with a warm smile he helped her pick out a putter.

Still bemused, Bobbie allowed herself to be led out to the
practice tee.  Jim teed up a golf ball, handed her the driver and
told her to address the ball.  When she gripped it, he frowned
and adjusted her hands smiling as he did.  Her initial grip had
been almost identical to the way he remembered Kathy Carlson
first holding a golf club.  She hit one ball, then another, and a
third.  Finally Jim shook his head and asked, "You learned to
play golf on a computer trainer, didn't you?"

With a little nod and a rueful smile she admitted that she had
never set foot on a real golf course in her life.  "You found
that you were spraying the balls all over the screen.  Then you
started easing up on your swing until you could control the ball,
right?" he asked.  Again she nodded.

"Okay, Bobbie, now really swing the damned club!" he demanded. 
"I want to see those muscles in your arms and shoulders really
bulge.  I want to see you really get your hips into the game --
gorgeous hips, by the way," he added with a wink.  "Now do it!"

To her surprise, when the club made contact, there was just the
sound of a solid click.  Finishing her swing she looked out and
was startled to see the ball still rising in the distance as it
cleared the 250-yard target on the fly.

She continued to hit balls as he gave her a succession of clubs.
They all felt the same in her hands and the ball was flying
straight every time.  "Okay," he said, "Now you're a golfer.  As
your teaching pro who spent years building your body and your
swing, what do I get?"

"A kiss?" she asked diffidently.

Holding his chin Conroy pretended to be considering her offer. 
Finally he shrugged and replied, "Okay, I guess.  But it better
be a really good one!"

By now her shirt was soaking with perspiration but she moved
close, took his face in her two hands and tipped his head.  Then
she placed her lips on his and poured out her love for this man
who had fathered the man she adored.  For a moment Jim kept his
hands at his sides but then wrapped the troubled girl in his arms
and moved his lips on hers.  As he did he could feel himself
being engulfed in the purest love and goodness.

Finally he eased away and said, "Wow!"  Then he looked into her
blue eyes and exclaimed, "My oldest son is a complete idiot!  I
think Hank and I will have to disown him.  Girl, you're
incredible!"

To his amazement, Bobbie began to bawl.  Diving back into his
arms she cried, "Mr. Conroy, please don't!  Oh, God!  Please
don't even _think_ it!"  Looking down into her eyes again he saw
tormented pleading as she continued, "That's what happened to me!
 It's the cruelest thing parents can ever do.  Can you really
understand what it's like to be cut off from the people who
brought you into this world?  Can you imagine how lonely you
feel?"

"They did that to you, didn't they?" he asked softly.  Then he
added, "Bobbie, I'm terribly sorry.  What I was trying to
communicate was how disappointed I am."  With a little smile he
said, "It would be far easier and less painful for me to cut off
my own arm.  I had forgotten for a moment that it actually
happened to you, though.  I'm sorry."  Then he added, "I hope
those monsters get what's coming to them!"

With that he picked up her bag and took her to where the golf
carts were parked.  Seeing Ed and Vangie Bradley, he greeted them
like the old friends that they were.  Then he said, "Vangie, I'll
tell you right now, you're all in trouble.  Even you, Ed!  This
girl may be even better than Kathy Carlson.  Enough said?"

When he heard the words, Ed whistled softly and grinned at his
new daughter saying, "It's no more than I would have expected." 
Then he asked, "But what are we playing for?"  Then with a wry
grin he added, "Vangie and I were going to give you and Imp
strokes, but now?  No way!"

Before Bobbie could even focus her thinking, Kris replied, "A
Nassau for wishes!  The winners get a wish each on the front
nine, the back, and the match.  Okay?"  They grinned and shook on
it.

Playing off the men's white tees, it took three holes for Bobbie
to get the feel of her new clubs.  By that time the girls were
down by one hole.  Then she began to play par and sub-par golf. 
By the time they finished the front nine the girls were up by
three holes.

As they walked to the 10th tee Kris asked Bobbie, "Should we
claim our wish for the front nine now?"  Bobbie had no idea what
she was thinking of but agreed.  At that point Kris grinned at
her parents and said, "Okay, folks!  Off with your clothes.  You
play the rest of the match naked.

Bobbie was amused as her mother just stuck out her tongue at Kris
but then slipped off all of her clothes.  After putting sun
screen on Ed and making warm sexy noises as he put some on her,
she stretched sinuously in the bright Hawaiian sun.  "You know,
darling, this really isn't half bad."

For her part, Bobbie was intrigued watching her new mother's
incredible body move.  While they rode in their cart to Kris's
ball, she commented on Vangie's beauty.  Kris looked at her and
asked, "Did you hear Mom speak of the woman who served as a wet
nurse for Cathy?"

When Bobbie replied that she thought she had, Kris continued,
"Her name is Colleen Callahan.  She is an utterly exquisite
auburn-haired Irish beauty.  Anyway, I think she's the one who
really had the handle on Mom first.  She said, 'Vangie Collins,
you've spent your whole life hiding what a wonderful person you
really are -- particularly from yourself.  If you think your
daughter, Cathy, is a wonderful person -- and you certainly
should -- just remember she gets it all from you.  And that
particularly includes her coordination and athletic ability.'" 
Looking at Bobbie Kris added, "You know something?  I'm sure
she's right.  I just love to watch her body move.  Everything she
does is so smooth and flowing and graceful."

"But why did you embarrass them by telling them to play nude?"
Bobbie asked.

"Did you hear any complaints?" Kris asked.  Then with an impish
grin she said, "I guess that's what I'm famous for.  I order
people to do things that deep down they would love to do.  I just
relieve their inhibitions.  Does Mom look like she's trying to
cover her crotch and her tits while she swings?"

Bobbie returned the grin and shook her head.  "As a matter of
fact," Kris said, "why should they have all the fun?  Have you
noticed -- seriously -- how much easier Mom is swinging now?  How
about if we do it, too?"  With another grin she said, "Besides,
Bobbie, you need it to get in shape for this afternoon."

Bobbie looked at her sister with a question in her eyes.  She
didn't understand the reference.  "We'll be babysitting," she
said, answering the unasked question.  "And, of course, we'll be
on the nude beach.  Normally, we're about the only ones there,
but with Ali's whole crew it will be mobbed.  You're going to see
some of the most beautiful people in the world -- and they will
all be making love, while you and I will be eating our hearts
out!"  The girls quickly slipped off their clothes, too.

Barbara really hit her stride playing the back nine.  She shot a
six-under-par thirty for the nine holes and shot an
eight-under-par sixty-four for the round.  The girls won the back
nine and the match.  When they went to the locker room to shower
and change, Vangie tried to find out what the girls' wishes were
going to be.  All Kris would do was to grin devilishly and tell
her they would learn that night after dinner.  As usual, she gave
Bobbie no idea what it was she had in mind, but Bobbie had
developed a respect for her sister's creativity and didn't even
ask.

After showering, Vangie said, "Bobbie, I'll even throw in a
freebie.  Get your trim ass up on this massage table.  You worked
pretty hard this morning."

After the exhausting tennis match followed by the emotional
meeting with Jim Conroy and then her very first golf match,
Bobbie was both physically and emotionally exhausted.  She smiled
at her new mother gratefully and climbed on the table.  As Vangie
worked on her daughter's amazingly powerful muscles she fell fast
asleep.

It was an hour later when soft lips on hers awakened her. 
Blinking her eyes open she saw Vangie bent over her.  Returning
the warm and loving kiss she whispered, "Thank you, Mom.  That
feels so good."  Then tears appeared as she whispered, "I'm so
sorry for being such trouble to you and Dad."

_"Trouble?  You?"_ Vangie exclaimed.  "That's the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.  Darling, you're an utter delight.  You
gave your father and me a real thrill watching you swing a golf
club.  My God!  The power you have in your body is unbelievable!
Particularly when none of your muscles show at all.

"Darling, we love you so very much!"*Chapter 12*

When the two new sisters went down to the nude beach they were
only wearing their white terry bathrobes.  At the foot of the
path Bobbie saw two children sitting and talking, appearing to be
waiting for something or someone.  A small head turned and saw
the two girls coming.  With a word to his companion Kenny
Clifford started to run up the path towards them, closely
followed by Andy Cartwright.  Both of the children were naked but
seemed totally unconcerned about their nudity.  They moved as
naturally as if they were fully dressed.  When they came close,
Bobbie dropped to her knees and held her arms outstretched.  Both
children ran into them and she hugged them both tightly while
they kissed her anyplace they could.

Finally they parted and Kenny looked at Bobbie and asked, "Can we
see now?"

"See what?" she asked.

"You!" they exclaimed in unison.  "We want to see if you're as
beautiful as we think you are."  With a wry little smile Bobbie
untied the cord of her robe and let it hang open.

"Oh, look!" Andy exclaimed excitedly.  "Look what she did with
her bush, Kenny.  Do you like it?"  The little girl lightly ran
her finger up Bobbie's hairless labia and then into her dense
bush.  Looking down at herself she said sadly, "I'm still utterly
hairless, Kenny, and will be for years to come!"

To Bobbie's amazement the boy took his niece into his arms and
hugged her, then melted his lips to hers.  Although they were
just small children, their kiss was incredibly adult and
passionate.  When he released his hold Bobbie could see that Andy
was crying.  "What's wrong, honey?" she asked in alarm.  "And
what's this routine with Kenny?"

Andy smiled ruefully and said, "Kenny finally gave up, Bobbie. 
It seems he always knew he was going to marry me -- I'm just the
one with the big mouth.  He knew it all along but never said a
word to a soul until he told me last night."  She grinned at Ken
and wiggled her bottom as he squeezed her ass cheek hard.  Then
she said to him, "Darling, that will feel so much better when we
get older."  Then she started to cry again and threw herself back
into the boy's arms.

Bobbie and Kris looked on in wonder as the two behaved like
miniature adults -- which, in fact, is what they were.  They
could hear Andy wailing about having adult wants and feelings
trapped in a child's small body.

Then they heard Ken say, "Andy, how about me?  You have a cunt
that's fully developed, even if you haven't had a period yet.  My
penis is tiny and that's all it will be for years and years." 
Then he kissed her passionately and said, "My darling, at this
rate we'll be celebrating our fifteenth wedding anniversary
before we turn twenty-one!"

The little group made its way along the beach to a place where a
group of towels were already laid out.  The two children insisted
that Bobbie lay on her stomach while they put sun screen on her
body.

At that point Kris put her hands on her hips and asked, "Hey! 
What about me?  Don't I count for anything?"

The children grinned and then went into her arms and kissed her
the way they had Bobbie.  When Kenny announced that he would
spread lotion on Kris's body "for old time's sake," she stuck her
tongue out at him but lay down flat on another towel beside
Bobbie.

As Bobbie lay stretched out, it was all she could do to control
her giggling as the two children remarked on the two perfect
young bodies they were working on.  While they talked she could
feel Andy's small hands gently but very carefully spreading
lotion all over her.  At the same time Andy was bemoaning the
fact that she would never ever look as good as Bobbie or Kris
did.

Finally, Ken stopped working on Kris and said, "Andy, you miss
the whole point."  Hearing his words both Kris and Bobbie rolled
over on their backs to see what was going on.

"What do you mean?" Andy asked.  She too, had stopped spreading
lotion when she looked up in surprise at his comment.

"Andy, I would love you if you were 250 pounds and looked like a
whale!" Ken exclaimed.  "I really would!"

"You would!?"

"Of course!  Andy Cartwright, don't you know yet that we were
made for each other?  Where else are there two five-year-olds who
have made over $5 million each on their own investments? 
Darling, we're geniuses.  It's not something to be particularly
proud of but it's a fact.  Besides, you're going to develop into
a perfect woman.  I can't wait until I'm mature enough to make
physical love to you and with you."

"Oh, Kenny, I love you so very much!" the little girl cried. 
Just then a shadow came over them and Bobbie looked up.  She
found Ali Clifford standing over them.

"Andrea Cartwright, did you spill the beans?" Ali demanded.

"No, Kenny's Mommy.  It was Ken," the girl said with a sad little
smile.  "We thought it was all a big secret.  It wasn't. 
Grandmother, may I marry your son, Ken, when he's old enough.  I
really do love him more than life itself!"  As she said it, she
ran to Ali's arms with tears streaming down her face.

Ali picked up the little girl and held her close.  Bobbie could
see her whispering into the little girl's ear and stroking her
hair and body to comfort her.  Ali then sank down to her knees
and put the girl back on her feet.

Then her son looked at her and said, "Mommy, I know what's been
going on.  Let's face it: Andrea and I are very different from
most children.  I'm not saying it's great -- it's not -- but it's
a fact.  Mother, I love her more than any person alive and I
always will.  I'm sure you know it, too."  The little boy was
standing up very straight as he said, "Mother, I want to marry my
niece -- desperately.  Can I?  When I'm old enough?"

"Oh, my darling!" Ali exclaimed.  "If she will have you..."

"Grandmother, I already said I want to marry him more than I want
to live!" the little girl exclaimed.  "He's right, you know.  We
are different."  Then she looked very solemn as she asked, "But
will I be worthy of him?  Will I be attractive to him?"

Another shadow fell over the small group.  It was cast by Connie
Cartwright, Andy's mother.  "Mother," Andy said softly, "I would
like your permission to marry your brother, Kenneth, when I'm old
enough.  May I?"

"Of course, my darling!" her mother replied.  "I know you're a
big girl contemplating marriage, but in the meantime, could you
do me a big favor?  Your brother didn't drain my tit so..."

With a little squeal of delight the girl launched herself at her
mother.  In moments her mouth was locked over Connie's beautiful
nipple as she sucked the milk from her mother's breast.  Seeing
her daughter, Ali smiled warmly and said, "Kenny, I need help,
too.  Your sister left a lot, too, so..."

"Mom, could Bobbie have it instead?" the little boy asked.  "I
think she needs to know what mother's milk tastes like."

Grimacing, Ali said, "Darling, does the cow really care who
drinks her milk?  I doubt it."  Turning to Bobbie she asked,
"Want to try?"

"Oh, yes!" the girl exclaimed.  Ali knelt down on the sand and
Bobbie lay down with her back across her thighs.  As she did she
realized how incredibly beautiful Ali Clifford really was.  Even
now when completely nude she appeared to be only in her early
twenties.

Putting her lips over the woman's enlarged nipple, Bobbie didn't
know what to expect.  When she sucked she was rewarded by the
sweetest milk she had ever tasted.  While her mouth was locked on
Ali's tit, the woman was caressing her hair and then her entire
body.

As she did, Ali murmured, "Bobbie, you feel so good nursing at my
breast.  Is it okay?  Do you like it?"

Without replying, Bobbie concentrated on draining the tit dry. 
When she finished the milk, she licked her nipple carefully and
smiled up at Ali saying, "Ali, you're delicious."  Then her face
grew serious as she added, "You know, your husband said the
happiest moment of his life occurred when you told him you were
expecting a baby.  Now I know why.  You're the most incredible
mother in the whole world!  He knew you would be and he was
right!"  Then with a grin she called Andy back to finish the job
she had started.

As Andy smoothed the lotion into her tits she said to her mother,
"Mom, isn't Bobbie gorgeous?  And just think!  She's only
eighteen...  And yet her tits are so full and firm."  Looking up
at her mother she said, "I'll bet her milk is going to be just
like yours: so rich and warm and sweet!  Her babies are going to
be in heaven."  With the warmest smile her mother had ever seen
she added, "The way I used to be...  And still am, for that
matter."

Other people came down to the beach.  Andy and Ken were joined by
Susan Carlson and Laura Benson.  The four found a stretch of
beach and began to make a large sand castle with Kris and Bobbie
just watching and making an occasional suggestion.  Since it was
the first time for Bobbie, she found the children remarkable.

Although they were all only five years old, they built a castle
that was incredibly detailed.  It would have been a credit to a
sand sculpture done by an adult artist.  At the same time the
children got along so well together.  Ken was pleased when
Ginger's son, Charley, joined them.

Looking at Bobbie, Kris grinned and said, "Isn't this tough duty?
 My God!  All the work we do trying to keep the kids entertained
and out of trouble..."

She just laughed.  Then the children headed for the water.  It
was Bobbie's first experience in the Pacific and she found it
marvelous.  It came as absolutely no surprise to see the children
move in the water with an ease and grace that made it appear they
had been born to it.  Kris showed Bobbie how to body surf and the
two girls loved it as their bare bodies rocketed towards shore on
the crest of a wave.

At the end of the afternoon, the two girls were lying side by
side on their towels soaking up the sun.  Bobbie lazily stretched
and could feel the effects of the sun on her body.  "Kris," she
murmured, "I feel so sinfully languid right now.  What a glorious
day!"

Then she looked down the beach to where the children were now
gathering up their things preparatory to heading back to the
hotel and added, "I can't believe those children!  They are all
little angels.  And smart?  My God, they are truly miniature
adults.  And they get along so beautifully together, it's a
wonder to see.  But I adore Kenny and Andy!  Those two are
something else, indeed.  Can you imagine what _their_ children
are going to be like?  Good heavens!"

As they watched, the children started coming in their direction.
At that point Ken and Andy, who were in the back of the group,
stopped.  Ken took Andy in his arms and kissed her.  As the girls
watched his hands roamed over her beautiful little body and
squeezed her ass cheeks.  Andy, in the meantime, was mashing her
body as tightly to his as she could get and was also caressing
him all over.

They eased out of their embrace and continued towards the girls
hand-in-hand.  When they got closer, Bobbie could hear Andy say,
"Ken, it's going to be so much better!  When we're older and do
that I'll be able to feel your cock getting hard as a rock to
penetrate my insides.  I'll be able to excite my nipples by
rubbing them against your hairy chest...  It will be so great! 
At the same time my cunt will be running rivers against the hope
that you will use it to sheath your cock."

When they were almost up to the girls' blankets, they stopped and
kissed again.  As she watched, Kris realized that there was
nothing at all funny about the children or their behavior. 
Although they were very young, nothing about their behavior
seemed at all strange. _They are so natural,_ she thought, _and
their love for each other is so real!_

That night, when they went down to dinner, they found a dance
band playing in the dining area.  When they finished their meal,
Ed was pressed into service to dance with all three of the women
with Vangie grumping at the girls, "Why don't you get your own? 
He's mine!  I trapped him fair and square."  Bobbie said nothing
but Kris reminded her of sharing while sticking out her tongue.

At the end of a dance set, the band leader picked up the
microphone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen!  Tonight we are very
fortunate to have with us the country's newest singing sensation,
Kris Bradley.  As I'm sure many of you know, Kris really began
her singing career right here at Kapalua.

"When a task group with the carrier, RANGER, assembled in Pearl
Harbor to move out to the Persian Gulf, stopped here at Maui, a
group of flyers were here one night and Kris sang some songs. 
Fortunately, her singing was recorded on tape.  It seems that the
tape was copied, copied, and copied again.  Every ship out there
had to have one.  Well, the result was that she recorded an album
of the same songs that hit Platinum sales faster than any
recording in history.

"If we play our cards right, maybe we can persuade her to sing
for us, tonight.  Would you like to hear her?"  There was
thunderous applause and Kris went up to the bandstand.

She sang five numbers from her platinum album to increasing
applause.  Then she said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I guess I've
bored you long enough.  Now I would like you to hear some _good_
singing!  Tonight I would like to introduce my twin sister, the
Bradley with the good singing voice.  Please welcome my twin,
Barbara!  -- even if she is always stealing my clothes."

Bobbie didn't know what to do, but with the guests on their feet
applauding wildly, she had no choice.  Getting to her feet she
joined Kris.  At the mike she said, "Thank you, Imp."  Then she
glared at Kris and demanded, "But what is this garbage about
stealing _your_ clothes!?  Good heavens!  You steal mine half a
closet at a time."

Then she took Kris in her arms, kissed her warmly and said,
"...but I still love you anyway."  Then Bobbie sang a set of
three songs -- Kris provided the lyrics -- and received a
thunderous ovation.

When she handed the mike back to Kris, her new sister said,
"Well, folks, what did you think?  I'll bet some of you thought I
was kidding, didn't you?  Do you still think so?  I doubt it very
much.  Isn't she marvelous?"  Again the applause rang out as the
girls returned to their table hand-in-hand.

When they returned to the older Bradleys' suite, Vangie looked at
Kris and said, "While I would much prefer to forget about it, I
think your dad and I still owe you a wish or two.  What is it?"

Kris just grinned and said blandly, "Oh... nothing of any real
significance.  Mom, I just want you to go down on Dad.  That's
all."

"That's all?" Vangie asked suspiciously.  "I doubt that very
much."

"Well... there is just one little thing..."  Kris said
thoughtfully.  "When he cums you have to shoot it all over your
body -- you can't drink any...  Oh, and you have to keep working
on him until you're completely covered from your face to your
cunt."  Smiling brightly she added, "Aren't we being nice?  We're
not even asking you to cover your legs, too."

"What a ridiculous waste of luscious cum!" Vangie exclaimed.

"Waste?" Kris replied with an eyebrow raised.  "Don't be silly! 
After you're completely covered, Bobbie and I lick it off.  Oh,
and we want the sliding doors opened so it's nice and warm.  It
will be better yet if his cum is mixed with your perspiration."

"But what am I going to do for relief tonight?" Vangie wailed.

"Oh, Mother!  What a silly question.  After we're finished,
Bobbie and I will just go off to bed and you can have Dad take
you as often as you want, wherever you want," Kris replied
loftily.

"But there won't be any cum left!" Vangie wailed.  Kris thought
for a moment and then conceded that that could be a problem.

To Bobbie's surprise -- but not to Kris's -- Vangie then did
exactly what Kris had told her to do.  She was amazed as she
watched her mother so tenderly caress Ed's huge cock with her
mouth, quickly bring him to orgasm and then spray the milky syrup
pulsating from his cock over her body.  She did it again and
again, beginning at her neck and going down her body.  When her
body was completely covered, she worked on Ed to bring him close
to orgasm, but then let it recede, only to bring him closeagain.

When Barbara whispered a question to Kris, the girl replied that
her mother was working to make the last one, which she was going
to shoot at her face, the biggest discharge possible.  She
succeeded perfectly.  It shot from her hairline, over her closed
eyes and covered her nose, mouth and chin.

At that Vangie lay on her back on the floor and said, "Darlings,
your supper awaits!"  For his part Ed collapsed into a chair with
a beer to try to replace the fluids he had pumped over his wife
and watched the two girls lick his syrup.  Kris instructed Bobbie
to begin on their mother's face while she started to work on her
hairless groin.

For Bobbie it was an incredible sensation to kiss her new
father's cum off her mother's delicious lips.  Finally the girls
ended with each licking off one of Vangie's tits.

At breakfast the next morning, Vangie said, "Thanks a hell of a
lot, Kristin Bradley!  After what you made your father do last
night he collapsed after taking me only three times!"

Ed just rolled his eyes.

* * *

Late that afternoon, when Bobbie returned to the room from the
beach, the red message light on the telephone was flashing. 
Calling the desk she found that the message was from Marie Conroy
asking her to call as soon as possible.  Returning the call,
Marie asked to meet her privately as soon as she could make it. 
Tom had a late golf match with his father, so she wondered if
Bobbie could meet her right away.  Bobbie instantly agreed.

After taking a quick shower, Bobbie put on a pair of shorts and a
tank top and went to Marie and Tom's suite.  When Marie opened
the door, Bobbie took her in her arms and kissed her lovingly,
realizing that she had missed the woman who she now considered
her best friend.

She raised an eyebrow when Marie went to the bar and made two
very large, very dry martinis and brought them to the table
sitting in front of the suite's sofa.

"But Marie," Bobbie protested, "You're... you're so close to
delivering, and..."

"And I _need_ it -- or soon will," Marie replied.  "The baby will
survive a couple of drinks.  And you better drink or I'll drink
yours, too."

Sitting beside Marie on the sofa, Bobbie looked into her friend's
eyes and saw an expression different from anything she had ever
seen before.  She didn't know what to make of it.  Then Marie
took a sip of her drink and said, "Thank you, dear Bobbie, for
coming over so promptly.  You're making it as easy for me as you
can."

Then with a wry grin she added, "And it's so typical of you, too.
 In spite of the fact that I have done nothing but use and abuse
you almost from the first day we met, you still do everything in
your power to help me."

Then she reached over, took both of Bobbie's hands in hers and
said, "It's almost over now."  She paused and then choked out,
"Bobbie, I'm dying.  I will be dead in less than two months."

The shock of Marie's words almost caused Bobbie to faint. 
"But... but... but that's _impossible!_  You're the most
perfectly conditioned female..."

She stopped as Marie just slowly shook her head.  When she was
silent, Marie said, "I had it confirmed just before we came out.
Bobbie, I have a congenital heart defect, apparently.  My heart
is letting go.  It is something that never showed up on any test
before.  Maybe it has something to do with my pregnancy, or the
physical strains from our honeymoon, or our lovemaking...  I
don't know, and I don't care to know.

"You see, I wouldn't exchange one single thing Tom and I have
done together for an extra fifty years of life."  Tears were
flowing from her eyes now as she continued, "I said it at our
Christmas party: I have enjoyed a level of happiness in Tom's
arms that no other woman alive could even dream of."

Then, in spite of her tears, she tried to smile and added,
"Except, dear Bobbie, now you can start dreaming, too!  In less
than two months, my darling, _you_ will be Mrs. Thomas Gardiner
Conroy!  And I will be so incredibly happy and proud.

"Why did I ask you over?  For a couple of reasons.  First, I know
the agony of wanting you have been living with.  After all I've
done to you, the least I can do is tell you that it's coming to
an end.  Second, I want you to meet Tom's mother, Hank.  She is
the only other person alive who knows what you do.  I haven't
even told Celeste... although I'm sure she suspects.  We're so
close, we share feelings, and I'm sure she has been feeling the
vibrations -- but I'm also sure she doesn't know exactly what
they mean."

Marie sat up straight on the sofa while sitting on a crossed leg,
facing Bobbie.  She had another big sip of her drink and
continued, "Hank Conroy is one of God's perfect creations. 
She... she is my mother!  I utterly adore the woman and I'm sure
you will, too.  She is Kathy Carlson's adopted sister and one of
Ali Clifford's and Vangie Bradley's closest friends.  Do I need
to say more?"

She snapped her fingers and added, "Oh!  She is also Aunt Hank to
Kenny Clifford and Andy Cartwright.

"Bobbie, she is at home waiting for your call.  She told me that
her husband -- my father -- Jim, utterly adores you already.  She
can't wait to meet you."

Then Marie's tears began to flow in a flood and she could
scarcely talk, but she managed to say, "Bobbie, there is one
final thing.  It is all I am staying alive for, now.  Each day I
pray to Almighty God to give me just a few more days."  She
controlled her tears somewhat and continued, "Actually, I guess
I'm out of the woods right now.  You see, I want to live long
enough to deliver our baby.  Since I'm well into my eighth month,
the baby is viable, so now, even if I died, it could be taken by
caesarian."  Now looking into Bobbie's eyes she said, "This is my
final request:  Please take care of my baby?  It will be so tiny
and so alone!  Please, darling Bobbie?  Could you bring yourself
to care for another woman's child?"

Bobbie, who had been sitting facing Marie, was utterly stunned. 
At Marie's final request, she lost the last thread of her
control, began to bawl, and blindly reached out her arms to the
older girl.  Marie wrapped her arms around her, held her tight
and listened to her tears.

Suddenly, Bobbie pushed away and her tears stopped.  "I have it!"
she exclaimed.  "I have the answer!  Marie, you have a dumb
problem with your heart.  Big deal!  That's easy to fix.  I'll
give you mine!"

Then she looked at her and said, "But it's going to be expensive,
Mrs. Conroy.  I'm not sure you would be willing to pay the
price."  Marie was so stunned by what she was hearing she
couldn't say or do anything.  Bobbie continued, "You will have to
give me a kiss -- a very good kiss!

"Oh, Marie," she exclaimed happily, "I can see it now.  We will
be in an operating amphitheater on cots side-by-side.  I will
kiss you -- and it had better be a good one, mind you!  Then I
will lie down, watch them anaesthetize you, put you on a
heart-lung machine and remove your defective heart before my
eyes.

"Then I will lie back, praise God, and feel the scalpel penetrate
my skin, then feel the bone saw cutting my ribs, and my last
thing will be the feeling as my beating heart is removed to save
your life!  It will be the most incredible moment of my life!" 
She smiled brightly and added, "Just think!  I will have given
the love of my life, Tom Conroy, what he wants most: The life and
love of his beloved Marie!  Oh, darling!" she exclaimed, "Isn't
that just the most perfect solution?"

"Yes, it is," Marie said happily, "but not for the reasons you
think.  Barbara Dawson Bradley, what you have just done is to
remove the last tiny shred of doubt.  You will make Tom so
incredibly, overwhelmingly happy as his wife!  You two will be a
perfect couple -- truly a match made in Heaven!"

Bobbie saw the warmest, happiest smile she could imagine on
Marie's face as she continued, "'Greater love hath no man...' 
Barbara Bradley, you were utterly joyous just now!  Not only
would you be willing to give me your beating heart, you would
give it with joy!  You're God's perfect creation.  Andy and Ken
knew it months ago, and they certainly were right.

"Darling, beyond the fact that I would not do it under any
conditions, it could not be done.  You see, whatever the weakness
is, it is already spreading.  It is now in all the veins and
arteries entering and leaving my heart.  My darling, even if they
took out your heart, there is nothing in my body that it could be
connected to.  The aorta, for example, would just disintegrate. 
Then we would both be dead and where would that leave Tom?"

Shaking her head joyously she said, "No, my darling Bobbie, you
are going to have to do what you swore to me that you would do:
You must marry Tom within a week of my death.

"But what about... about my baby?" she asked wistfully.

"Darling Marie, I could not love or cherish an infant more." 
Then she looked anxious and asked, "Are there pills or shots or
something I could take to get my milk to flow?  I would so want
to be able to nurse it at my breast..."

"You really would, wouldn't you?" Marie asked, shaking her head
in wonder.  "You would nurse _my baby?"_

"The baby born of my husband and my best friend on earth?" Bobbie
asked.  "You're damned right I would!"

* * *

The next morning Bobbie made her way to Hank and Jim Conroy's
house, following Marie's directions.  After a short wait after
ringing the doorbell, the door opened but no one was there. 
Entering the house anxiously, Bobbie found a naked young woman
who was almost her twin standing behind the door.  A baby about
six months old was nursing at her breast.

In a whisper she introduced herself as Hank Conroy and invited
Bobbie into the living room where she sat down on the sofa.  As
the baby nursed, Hank caressed it, whispered endearments, and
loved it.  After changing breasts from left to right the baby's
nursing slowed and finally stopped.  It was sound asleep.  Hank
rose from the sofa, padded into another room and returned a few
minutes later.

Again she sat on the sofa, patted the seat beside her and said,
"Barbara Dawson Bradley, you're just in time.  I need you... to
drain my tit."

Barbara's eyes widened but it was something she had done for Ali,
too.  Lying on the sofa with her shoulders on Hank's lap she
locked her lips on the beautiful nipple and began to suck.

As she did, Hank caressed her head and said, "How on earth did my
idiot son, Tom, ever get so lucky?  Girl, you're unbelievable!"

Then she said softly, "Marie told me what you offered and I
almost didn't believe my ears.  You're willing to donate your
beating heart to try to save her life!  And she described how you
were so happy describing the feeling of a scalpel cutting into
your body and then breaking your ribs to reach your heart before
cutting it free from this glorious body."

Hank was silent for a few moments and then continued, "There are
no words...  There _can be no words_ to describe your incredible
goodness.  Marie asked me to please try to approve of your
marriage to Tom.  Good grief, girl, how could I not?  My son will
be getting female perfection!  And your sheer goodness is utterly
overwhelming."

Then she looked down and asked, "Do you like my milk?"

Bobbie looked up from Hank's lap where her head was now cradled.
She grinned and asked, "Do you bottle it and sell it?  If not,
why not?"  Then she closed her eyes and sighed.  With her eyes
still closed she said softly, "I'm trying to figure out which is
better: your milk or the way you caress me."  After a pause she
continued, "There's no answer.  Mrs. Conroy, it's your love, but
there's so much of that in your milk, too..."

"Come, dear Bobbie," Hank said, lifting the girl's head from her
lap.

"Come where?"

"Up to bed with me.  Your mother told me you're the world's best
sleeping companion and I mean to find out for myself!"

When the two were lying naked in each other's arms in the bed
with the baby sleeping in a crib nearby, Bobbie marveled at how
much alike Hank and Vangie were.  Both had bodies like teenager's
yet both were -- or were about to be -- grandmothers.  As she
drifted off to sleep with Hank's wonderfully fresh, natural
perfume filling her lungs she marveled, "...And they both love
me, too!"*Chapter 13*

Instead of returning to Los Angeles for the start of the second
term, Vangie and Ed asked Bobbie to join them in Chicago before
going back to school.  First, they wanted her to meet her brother
and sister -- the Chicago Bears were, as usual, still in the
play-off hunt so Ken couldn't get out to Maui -- and second, to
take care of a couple of details involving her adoption.

The nonstop flight from Honolulu to Chicago was a delight for
Bobbie, as well.  It was the first time in her life she had ever
flown first class for such a distance.  On the flight out to Maui
with Kris -- her first ever in first class -- she had been so
excited getting acquainted with her new sister, she had been
oblivious to the flight itself.

This time she savored the food, the attention, and the overall
level of comfort and service.  The best feature, though, was
after the luxurious meal service, when the cabin was darkened for
the movie and she prepared to sleep, her new father ordered her
to sleep with him.

After reclining his seat so that it was almost horizontal, Bobbie
stretched out on top of him and then Vangie covered them both
with a blanket.  To her delight, the first thing her father did
was to strip off her top.  She fell asleep in his arms feeling
his hands roam gently all over her upper body.  As she drifted
off to sleep she could never remember feeling so warm and snugly
and loved as she did just then.

At O'Hare, the family was picked up by the Bradley's chauffeur
with their dark green Rolls-Royce limousine.  Once seated and
with the car moving so smoothly and quietly, her father opened a
briefcase and said, "Darling, here are a few clippings you might
be interested in.  Why don't you take a couple of minutes and
read them."

She looked at the first clipping which included a large picture
and a number of smaller ones.  The large one looked odd: it
showed a number of young people, all with completely shaved heads
and in handcuffs, being loaded into a sheriff's van.  When she
looked at the smaller ones, she almost fainted: the pictures were
her classmates who she now believed were responsible for her
rape!

Then she read the accompanying story which told how the seven --
four men and three women -- had surrendered on rape charges. 
There were fourteen specific events charged but Bobbie's was not
listed.  At the end of the story there was an unexplained comment
that one of the girls and all of the men had mutilated
themselves.  When she looked up at Ed and asked about it, it
became immediately apparent that he knew far more about it than
was in the story.

Pointing to a picture of one of the girls he said, "This is the
one who took your virginity.  Since she did it with the middle
finger of her right hand, she wanted to cut it off at the second
joint and did.  The boys for some reason were quite insistent on
amputating the ends of their penises.  I gather that, when they
recover, a full erection will only be an inch or two long."

"What happened, Dad?" Bobbie asked with her eyes boring into his.
 "Why is it I sense the hand of Edgar Warren Bradley in all of
this?  What did you do?  Or more accurately, since you've been
with me on Maui while all of this has been going on, what have
your people been doing?  How did they get these people to
mutilate themselves?"

"The girl was told that her choice was to cut off the end of her
finger or lose her whole hand.  There is a strange little machine
-- sort of like an electric guillotine -- that she used.  She put
her finger in the hole, pressed a button with her left hand, and
then put the stump in a pot of boiling pitch to cauterize it. 
The boys used the same machine to cut off the ends of their
penises.  Of course, first they had to insert plastic straws up
them.  When the ends were cut off, the plastic straws were sealed
closed and then they cauterized the stumps, as well.  When they
heal, they will remove the straw and have penises that will be
usable for urination, anyway."

"What was their choice?" Bobbie asked with her eyes wide with
horror.

"Having their penises and scrotums amputated.  Of course they
would have been provided with nice slits to use for urination...
Very much like yours and your mother's, in fact."

Then with his eyes as hard as diamonds he said, "Pumpkin, don't
even think about it for an instant!  The paper lists fourteen
counts.  We know of over thirty... besides yours!  It seems that
they decided you were a lot of fun, so they've been doing it ever
since, with increasing frequency.  They are sadists andsavages!"

"What is going to happen now?" Bobbie asked quietly.

"They will be serving at least twenty years apiece in the state
prison.  The guys will be going down to Joliet; I don't know
offhand where the girls go.  Right now there are huge dildos
stuck up their rectums.  The women are wearing wide leather
collars -- you might have noticed them in the picture.  There is
a ring on them where their leashes will be clipped.  These women
will spend the next years as puppy dogs on their hands and knees,
and kept leashed.  It is also why they are totally hairless.

"They will be the playthings of some pretty tough bull dikes who
really run the women's prison.  Similarly, the guys will be
entertaining the toughest cons in Joliet for many years."

"But... but what about the trial?" she asked.  Bobbie was now
pale in spite of her tropical tan.

"They will all plead guilty and ask -- beg, in fact -- for the
maximum sentences.  You see, they have been told that if they set
foot out of jail or prison except while in custody, at any time
for any reason in less than twenty years, they will be
immediately dead!  I guess they believe it now, although they
didn't at first.  It was necessary to go backwards, day by day
and hour by hour with each of them.  When they realized that
everything they had said and done -- including the most recent
rape -- was on video tape, they decided that the safest place
they could be would be in prison.  For that reason they will not
ask for bail nor post it if it should be offered."

Turning to her he said, "Dearest Bobbie, I want you to know that
Ken Carlson, Mike Morris, and Bill Cartwright all know what
happened.  Although they still feel a little cheated -- they
really did want to take care of it themselves -- they believe
that some semblance of justice is being done.  Do you understand?
 They really feel as strongly about this as they told you they
did."

Then after taking her hand and gently kissing it, he said,
"Honey, that's one thing out of the way.  This evening we're
going to meet Cathy and Ken with their kids and have dinner. 
Tomorrow we'll take care of the rest of it."

Bobbie was overwhelmed by the reception she received from Ken,
Cathy and their children.  After nearly passing out with the
power of the kisses she received from her new brother and sister,
they stepped aside.  Then the cutest little four-year old boy
came forward to greet her.

He was like a smaller Ken Clifford but with gray eyes and brown
hair.  Diffidently, he extended his little hand and said, "Good
evening, Aunt Barbara.  I am your nephew, Kenneth, junior."

Bobbie took his hand, shook it gravely, then swept the little boy
up in her arms and just hugged him tightly.  Then she howled with
laughter when the little boy looked over his shoulder towards his
mother and said, "Mommy, Aunt Barbara is messing up my clothes
and I know how hard you worked to make me look handsome.  You
won't be mad at me, will you?"

"My darling son," Cathy replied with the warmest smile Bobbie had
ever seen, "I dressed you up so she would see how handsome you
are.  Since now she's seen you all dressed up and looking so
handsome, right now I wouldn't care if she ripped all the clothes
off you to see you the way you would rather be, anyway: naked!"

Then the most beautiful little girl about two years old toddled
over.  "My name is Krista Bradley, Aunt Barbara," the little girl
said.  "Would you give me a kiss, too?"

The evening with her new brother and sister was utterly
marvelous.  Only when they were getting ready to go to bed did
Bobbie learn that Cathy was in the ninth month of her third
pregnancy.  Since it did not show at all, Bobbie said, "Golly,
sis, it must be awful being pregnant and looking like a walking
house.  How do you do it?"

Cathy just grinned and stuck out the tip of her tongue.

* * *

The next day was Saturday and the limousine came around at ten. 
Vangie and Ed had not mentioned where they were to go and Bobbie
had not asked.  As it moved from one expressway to another, she
realized finally they were on the Tollway headed north.  It was
the road to, among other places, Deerfield.  The driver got off
at one of the Deerfield exits and proceeded directly to Barbara's
old neighborhood, finally stopping in front of her former home.

Ed looked at her with love in his eyes and said, "Bobbie, I know
this is going to hurt, but I really think it is something that
should be done."  Bobbie was so choked up she couldn't even
speak.  She just nodded once quickly and he opened the door.

After Vangie rang the doorbell and they waited for a few moments,
the door was opened by Bobbie's mother, Amy Dawson.  In a
fleeting glance Bobbie saw that Ed Bradley's eyes were as cold as
ice.  When her mother realized who was there, she screamed for
her husband, Charles, who came running.

Realizing it was the daughter they had disowned, his reaction was
to try to slam the door in their faces but Ed had already placed
his foot in the jam and said, "Mr. Dawson, that wouldn't be the
smartest thing you have ever done.  My name is Edgar Bradley. 
This is my wife, Vangie, and our new daughter, Barbara.  We have
come to take care of a few matters."

With ill grace, Charles Dawson invited them into the living room.
 Once seated, Ed explained that they were adopting Barbara as
their daughter.  Since she had been disowned by them two years
earlier and was now a legal adult, it really only took her
consent, but to keep everything neat and tidy it would be a
little neater if they signed off, too.

The two elder Dawsons quickly scrawled their names on the
appropriate lines of a legal form Ed produced.  Then he gave them
a check which was for the total amount of money they had sent
Barbara and USC for her college education.  It amounted, with
interest added, to nearly $40,000.

With the business matters out of the way Ed Bradley just shook
his head and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Dawson, I do not understand you.
 I _cannot_ understand you!  You gave birth to the finest,
sweetest, most loving girl God has ever put on this earth...  Yet
you threw her out of the house!  Why?"

"We would not have a slut living under our roof!" Dawson
exclaimed self-righteously.  "She is a slut!"

Vangie reached out to hold Ed's arm and calm him down.  She could
tell that he was about to explode.  With an effort of will he
relaxed and then took a deep breath.  "Mr. Dawson, your daughter
was drugged and raped!  Not once, but repeatedly.  Do you
recognize these people?" he asked, passing over the clipping
Bobbie had seen the day before.

Dawson looked at it casually and then his eyes widened in
recognition.  "My Lord!" he exclaimed.  "These are the girls who
told us what Bobbie had been doing."

"And those are the girls who _did_ it to her!" Ed exclaimed. 
Indicating the girl who had lost part of her finger he said,
"This is the girl who took Bobbie's virginity... with her
fingernail!  She jammed her finger up Bobbie's vagina while she
was drugged and used her fingernail to break her hymen."

Then he shook his head and asked, "But why, in Heaven's name, did
you believe them?  Do you know _anything_ about your daughter?"
he almost screamed.

"Do you know that she was the valedictorian of her class?  You
may not because you were not at her graduation.  You didn't hear
the speech she gave that day which was widely reprinted.  Why was
it reprinted?  Because almost the whole audience was moved to
tears, is why.  What was her topic?  How the graduates owe
everything _to their parents!_  That was a day when she could
scarcely sit down.  Why?  Because you had beaten her so badly --
after she had just been raped for the third or fourth time!"

He shook his head and said, "Bobbie has some wonderful friends
now, I'm happy to say.  One of them has some remarkable powers. 
She can probe a person's brain and learn things that the person
consciously has suppressed.  For example, she learned that the
day Bobbie was first raped and left unconscious on the porch, you
beat her so severely she was left bleeding and unconscious on the
living room floor!

"Was that all?  Oh, no!  You had told her how bad a beating you
were going to give her.  As soon as she could get up, she came to
you and asked for the rest of her punishment.  And yet this girl
gave the most moving speech about love for parents anyone at that
graduation had ever heard.

"Why didn't you know she was incapable of doing what those girls
said?  Do you know how highly she is regarded by every single
person who knows her?  Do you know that the pastor of your church
considers her to be a living saint?  Do you know that for six
years -- going back to when she was a Girl Scout -- she spent all
her free time at an old people's home?"  Again Vangie reached
over and put her hand lightly on Ed's arm.  He could feel her
hand and at the same time feel a calming sensation flow through
him.

Rising he said, "Thank you for your time.  But particularly,
thank you for your daughter -- our daughter -- Bobbie.  She is
one of God's perfect creations and I am delighted that the
savages are now on their way to long terms in prison.  Those
animals were so jealous of a girl for whom sex was something to
be saved for marriage, not a form of casual recreation, that they
raped her!

"They continued with their fun.  And it wasn't just once.  They
used drugs on Bobbie and actually got the poor girl believing
that you people were being quite reasonable.  She really did. 
You got her believing that she was a slut because that is all you
called her from that very first morning.  Well, Mr. and Mrs.
Dawson, your loss is the Bradley family's gain.

"Last night Bobbie met her new brother and sister and niece and
nephew.  They all worship the ground she walks on."  With a warm
smile he said, "Do you know what Vangie found when she walked
into Bobbie's bedroom this morning?  She found her four-year-old
grandson and two-year-old granddaughter in bed snuggled close to
Bobbie while her arms were around them both.  They said it was
even better than snuggling with their Mommy -- and if you knew
how much they adore their mother, you would know what that
comment really means!"

With that they got up and took their leave.  Once back in the
car, they did not head back toward the highway.  Instead they
moved in a direction that caused Bobbie to ask where they were
going this time.  Ed just smiled and told her they were going to
visit some friends and this visit should be much more pleasant
than the last one.

The limousine pulled into the snow-covered grounds of an old
people's home.  Arriving, this time Bobbie was the first out of
the car and ran up to the door with Ed and Vangie following right
behind her.  Once inside, Bobbie looked both ways and then went
into a parlor to the right.  There were five elderly women
sitting patiently, waiting.  Two of them were in wheel chairs.

Vangie and Ed held back and just watched as two of the women rose
from their seats and greeted Bobbie with the warmest kisses the
two had ever seen.  It was as if they were welcoming a beloved
granddaughter.  In fact, they later found out, that was exactly
what they were doing.  Then Bobbie dropped to her knees and
embraced a third woman who obviously had limited mobility and
could not easily get to her feet.  With the fourth woman, one of
the two in wheelchairs, Bobbie stood before her with her hands
moving with lightning speed.  The woman beamed a happy smile and
her hands began to flash, too, but not nearly as fast as Bobbie's
had.  Vangie realized that the two were communicating in sign
language.

Finally, Bobbie knelt beside a woman in a wheel chair.  Looking
at her quickly, Vangie thought that the woman had the milky
pupils so often found with the totally blind.  This time Bobbie
gently took the woman's left arm, placed a finger on her forearm,
then quickly moved it up and down, tapping.  The woman's eyes
widened and then there was a beatific smile on her face.  Vangie
could scarcely control her own tears as she saw tears of joy
begin to flow from the sightless eyes.

She reached out her hands blindly, and Bobbie gently took the
woman's right hand and placed it on her left forearm.  They could
see the woman's finger tapping rapidly.  Then Bobbie knelt beside
the wheelchair and placed the woman's hands on her face.  Gently,
she moved her fingers over Bobbie's face and then down to her
body.  When she withdrew her hands, Bobbie kissed the woman on
the eyes, kissing away her tears, then her ears and finally her
lips.  It was a kiss that flowed with the purest love.

Rising, Bobbie returned to the third woman and said, "Mary, why
don't you take a little walk with me?"  Helping the woman to her
feet, she escorted her out of the room.  Vangie followed them
into the ladies' room.  There, with incredible gentleness and
consideration, Bobbie removed her adult diapers, washed her,
powdered her and put on clean diapers.

Helping her to her feet, she said softly, "That feels so much
better, doesn't it?"

The woman's eyes were overflowing with love.  Leaning a hand
against the lavatory sink for support she looked at Vangie and
said, "Is Barbara your daughter, ma'am?"

When Vangie said she was, Mary Stenhouse said, "Then you are
truly blessed!  Barbara is the finest, sweetest, most considerate
person the Good Lord has ever put on this earth!"  Taking
Bobbie's arm she hobbled out of the room and back to the hall. 
As she walked slowly she said softly, "Bobbie, you're so much
more gentle than the nurses.  And you... you..."

Turning back to Vangie she said, "Have you ever in your life seen
a woman with greater tact and delicacy than your daughter?  She
knows I have... problems.  All she ever does is what she just
did.  She will say, 'Mary, why don't we take a little walk.' 
Never, 'Something stinks,' or 'Aren't you even toilet-trained
yet.'

"You know, I am sure, madam, how much such remarks can hurt --
particularly when one knows they are true.  Bobbie?  We are
always treated with dignity to maintain our self-respect.  That's
one of the reasons we love her so."

When they rejoined the others, Bobbie introduced her new parents.
 Irma Quigley and Annabel Baxter were the two women who had risen
when Bobbie first arrived.  Jane Bentley was deaf and was the one
to whom Bobbie had spoken in sign language.  Harriet Tompkins was
deaf, dumb and blind.  They communicated by tapping in Morse code
on each other's forearm.  After performing the introductions,
ending with Harriet, the woman tapped out a request.

Turning to her mother, she explained that the elderly woman
wanted to see her.  Understanding exactly what was required,
Vangie knelt down beside the wheelchair, lifted the woman's hands
and placed them on her face.  Then she just knelt up straight
without moving a muscle as the woman's hands moved gently but
carefully all over her face.  She reached around and felt
Vangie's head and hair, then let her hands move down to her
shoulders and her breasts.  Still Vangie maintained herposition.

What followed next amazed Ed.  Harriet placed her hand on
Vangie's left forearm and tapped.  Vangie then responded to the
woman.  Harriet beamed with pleasure and then her finger started
moving rapidly up and down.  Vangie responded and then arose to
her feet.  When she turned, Bobbie could see that tears were
streaming down Vangie's cheeks.  When she asked what the trouble
was Vangie only said that Harriet wanted to speak to her now.

When Bobbie knelt beside Harriet and tapped her greeting, the
woman told her that Vangie was indeed her true mother.  She was a
woman with the same grace and love and goodness that Bobbie
herself had.  When Bobbie asked her if she had said that to
Vangie, she replied that she had.

Then Ed got to his knees beside Mrs. Tompkins.  Since he didn't
know Morse code, Harriet communicated through Bobbie instead.

"Dad," she said with tears in her eyes, "she says that you're my
true father in the same way Vangie is my real mother.  She is so
happy that my family has finally been reunited.  She loves you
very much and has a favor to ask you.  She says that Irma can
give you the details.  Finally, she thanks you for humoring a
worthless old lady."

At that, Ed, moving with incredible gentleness, took the woman's
head in his hands and kissed her all over ending at her lips. 
When his lips were on hers he moved his on hers conveying all the
love he possessed and finally allowed his passion to flow, too. 
When he finally pulled away, the woman looked like she had been
hit by a truck.  But she waved her hands excitedly and again
Bobbie took her position beside her.

This time her finger was going much faster than it had before. 
"Harriet Tompkins!  The idea!" Bobbie exclaimed aloud.  Then she
added while her finger was moving at lightning speed, "Good
heavens!  A woman of your age?"  When Bobbie finally rose to her
feet, Harriet was improbably grinning happily."

"What did she say?" Vangie asked.

With a grin Bobbie replied, "The idea!  Harriet said that Dad's
kiss got her cuntal juices flowing for the first time in more
than thirty years.  She wonders if she could borrow him from you
for just a quickie.  She says it's really for old times' sake --
you really shouldn't think of her as real competition."

Instead of saying anything, Vangie dropped to her knees and
rapidly began to communicate with the woman.  When she stopped,
the woman was laughing.  It was the first sound she had made in
years.

"What did you say to her, Mom?" Bobbie asked.

"I told him that your father's cock was so big it would split her
in two, but if that's what she really wanted..."

"Then what did she say?"

With a broad grin Vangie replied, "Promises, promises!  What a
wonderful way to go!"

A nurse brought tea to the parlor, which Irma and Annabel
gracefully served.  When everyone had been served, Irma, who
obviously because of her good physical condition and her
faculties, was the spokeswoman for the group said, "We can't tell
you how wonderful we feel today."

Then she looked at Bobbie with sorrow in her voice and said,
"Dearest Bobbie, we will never forget the last time we saw you. 
It was the day you were leaving for school and you came to say
goodbye.  Bobbie, one of the things that often comes with old age
is that one reads absolutely _everything!_  Even the legal
notices.  You see, darling, the day before, we had seen a small
notice in the paper: Charles and Amy Dawson legally disowned
their former daughter, Barbara.

"You never said a word.  There were days when you came to see us
when you could scarcely move following one of your former
father's brutal beatings.  You never said a word.  A few days ago
we saw where seven young people -- four boys and three girls --
were arrested on multiple rape charges.  You visited us several
times on days following your own raping -- but you never said a
word.

"We could never understand it, you see.  We gathered from your
former parents' actions that they believed it to be your fault. 
Barbara Bradley, that would have been utterly impossible.  You
see, one of the facts of life that surfaces with aging is an
ability -- wisdom, perhaps -- to see the real person beneath the
surface.  Beneath your surface -- an intensely beautiful surface,
I should add -- it just gets better."

Irma sat up straight, wiped tears from the corners of her eyes
and changed the subject.  "Bobbie, you didn't ask about Minnie
Houston.  You have been around here long enough to know that when
one of your friends is not here it is because she has left --
feet first.  And so it was with Minnie.  However, Bobbie, when
she died, she left her entire estate to you."

Looking at Ed she said, "Mr. Bradley, the attorney for the estate
is a very nice young man, John Stiles.  He has been trying to
fight off the vultures who are trying to break Minnie's will, and
he has fought for her wishes.  Unfortunately, sir, he has not
been paid and will not be until the estate is settled.  He has a
wife, three small children, and a mortgage.  It is no longer
possible for him to continue the fight against the other very
well-financed, erstwhile heirs.  Can you help him, sir?

"All of Minnie's money is to go to your daughter, Barbara."

Ed whistled softly when he learned that the estate was worth
about $10 million.

Then Irma said, "That is what Harriet referred to as well.  She
is changing her will to make Bobbie her sole beneficiary."  Then
the elderly woman grinned at Ed and said, "That's unless you take
her up to her room, of course.  Your cock, sir, might outweigh
the years of Bobbie's kindness!"

When Bobbie reminded Irma with a grin that she took naps with
Harriet from time to time, Irma just looked at her and with an
expressionless face said, "Barbara, it is not the same thing!" 
All the Bradleys howled with laughter.

The discussion continued and finally the Bradleys had to leave. 
The leave-taking was far happier this time than it had been when
Bobbie had left for college.  Ed promised the women that he would
pay Attorney Stiles immediately for all of the work he had
performed, and would assign his law firm to work with him on the
Houston estate matter.  He would also seek out the top experts to
help Harriet draft an unbreakable will.

The three got back into the limousine and headed out towards the
airport.  Bobbie was sitting between her parents in the back
seat.  Vangie took Bobbie's hand and promised her that the women
would be well looked-after.  "I'll be going over," she said. 
"And so will Jan Stewart and Cindy Burke."

When she asked if Kenny and Krista would be welcome, Bobbie
beamed and replied, "What do you think?  Two little angels?  Mom,
I can't tell you how much those women _adore_ small children. 
And those two?  They are little dolls!  They would absolutely
love to have them visit!"

Then Vangie said to Ed, "Darling, remember what the little angels
said?  That Barbara Dawson was an angel come to earth and we had
to meet her?  You know what?  They didn't know the half of
it!"*Chapter 14*

It was early in February when Bobbie got a call from Celeste Chan
telling her that Marie was in the hospital and asking for her. 
Labor had begun and she wanted to see Bobbie desperately.  The
girl realized it was only four in the morning.  After throwing on
a pair of Levi's and a work shirt, she shot out of her apartment
-- this was her own, one Vangie had selected for her -- and
headed for the hospital.

Arriving, she identified herself and, to her amazement, was
immediately sent to one of the delivery rooms.  There she found
Marie lying on her back with a tiny baby in her arms.

As Bobbie entered she could see tears flowing from Marie's eyes,
but she had water -- later she learned it was holy water -- and
was sprinkling it on the infant's forehead saying, "I baptize
thee in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. 
Amen."  Just as she finished, the infant gasped once and then was
still.

"I was in time," Marie said softly.  Then to Tom, standing at the
side of her cot, she said, "My darling, could we name him Tom? 
Please?  I want to have a Tom Conroy beside me in Heaven."

Then, even from the door, Bobbie could see the tears in Marie's
eyes as she explained to Tom and Celeste that the infant had been
born with a dysfunctional heart.  He could not live.  "But he
fought for life until he was baptized," she said, "so he will
immediately join God in Heaven and be with Him forever!"

Celeste was at the foot of the cot with tears streaming down her
cheeks, while Tom was standing at Marie's right.  Bobbie was
about to withdraw from the private family scene when Marie saw
her for the first time.  Only then did Bobbie realize how pale
and drawn Marie appeared.

But seeing her, Marie brightened and suddenly there was an
intense light -- almost a fire -- in her eyes.  "Bobbie!" she
cried.  "You made it.  Come and stand here beside me.  Please!" 
Bobbie did as she was asked.  As soon as she was within reach,
Marie grabbed Bobbie's right hand, held it, and then took Tom's
right hand, too.  She put Bobbie's hand in Tom's and squeezed
them between both of her own.

Looking down at Celeste standing at the foot of the cot, she said
in a remarkably strong voice, "Dearest sister, you are my
witness!  You will testify, if necessary, that this is completely
and totally my own idea."  Then looking to each side she said,
"Now I am happy.  The two people I love most in the whole world
are finally together the way they should have been all along."

Looking at Tom she said, "My darling, never forget what I said a
few weeks ago at the Christmas party.  If you have forgotten,
Celeste has the tape and a copy in her safe deposit box.  This
woman, Barbara Bradley, is to be your wife _before the week is
out!"_

Then she continued, "Tom, I told Bobbie about my problem when we
were out on Maui.  Do you know what her immediate reaction was? 
It was to give me her heart.  Tom, my darling, she wanted to give
me her living, beating heart to replace my damaged one!  This is
the woman you must marry!  She is a perfect woman who loves you
so very much!"

Then she looked into his eyes and asked, "Husband, when you
kissed Bobbie at the Christmas party, what did you feel?"  Tom
just shook his head. _"What did you feel?"_ she demanded.

"I felt... I felt..."  Pain was so evident in his eyes as Tom
finally confessed, "I felt the power of her love.  I felt
electricity flow between us.  My darling, I'm so sorry!  I have
always been faithful..."

_"Wonderful!"_ Marie screamed.  "I knew it!  I knew you had to! 
Bobbie Bradley's passion would melt a plaster saint.  Oh, my
darling, of course you've been faithful.  But now, my husband,
take your new wife.  Now, before I leave you all, I want to see
you two kiss.  Please!  I must.  Now!  While you're standing
right above me."

Tom leaned over across Marie's body and Bobbie did the same. 
Their lips met over the woman's body as she still gripped their
hands.  This time, when Bobbie's lips met Tom's, there was no
holding back.  For the first time she let all of her love for him
flow freely.  The kiss was something she had never imagined in
her fondest dreams and in spite of living with him so closely for
so many months.

For Tom the sensation was truly unbelievable.  In spite of all of
his love for Marie, Bobbie's kiss had many times more passion and
intensity than he had ever experienced with his beloved wife. 
Gently and then with increasing passion he worked his lips on
Bobbie's.  When they finally eased away, their eyes were glassy
and they could barely stand.

"Incredible!" Marie said softly.  Then she gasped and said
softly, "Oh God!  Thank you so much."

To Bobbie she said, "My darling, please give me a last kiss. 
There are only moments left."  Bobbie did, pouring out all the
love she felt for this poor tormented young woman.

Then she quickly stepped aside for Celeste who spoke to her
beloved sister rapidly in Vietnamese and finally with tears
streaming from her eyes in a flood, kissed her twin goodbye.

Stepping back, she made room for Tom who took his wife in his
arms for the last time and molded his lips to hers.  As they
kissed he heard a gasp and Marie went limp in his arms.

Scarcely able to see, Celeste reached out, tenderly closed
Marie's eyelids, and pulled a sheet up over her face.  Then she
stumbled blindly into Bobbie's arms and held on for dear life as
she poured out her sorrow in tears.

The three stumbled out to the waiting room.  A waiting doctor
went quickly into the room they had just left.  Then they just
dropped into seats in a corner of the deserted room with Celeste
sitting between Tom and Bobbie.  She looked down at the floor and
then at each of them.

Softly she said, "Tom, Marie told me about this only two days
ago.  When she did, she told me what Bobbie had offered to do for
her on Maui -- donate her beating heart to her!  She also told
me, Tom, that you have been a perfect husband to her.  In less
than twelve months she believed she had achieved far more
happiness in your arms than any other married woman would in
forty years."

Turning to Bobbie she said, "And in you, Bobbie, she found one of
God's perfect creatures!  She utterly adored you.  Believe me
when I say that Marie died truly happy this morning.  Why? 
Because her beloved Tom was going into the arms of a woman far
better than she was herself.  You, Bobbie, are the woman that
Marie dreamed of for Tom but you turned out to be so much better
than her wildest dreams."

Then she sat up straight and said, "As the executor of my
sister's estate, my first duty is to make arrangements for your
wedding which will be this Saturday on Maui.  Do you both
consent?  Remember, Bobbie, you swore that you would.  And you,
Tom, remember, this is her dying wish."  The two just nodded
quickly.

* * *

It was a Saturday nearly three weeks later when the Bradley
limousine pulled up the driveway of the old people's home
followed by Ken and Cathy Bradley's large station wagon.  All of
the Bradleys went inside followed by the chauffeur with his arms
loaded with boxes.  After greeting all of the women -- Ed was
astounded to learn that his wife not only knew Morse code, but in
just a few short weeks had become expert in sign language --
Vangie set up a VCR for the women.

Cathy knelt beside Harriet Tompkins, introduced herself as one of
Bobbie's sisters using Morse code, and then said that she was
going to describe and narrate a tape Bobbie had made for them on
her wedding day.  Vangie did the same thing in sign language for
Jane Bentley.

Ed started the tape and it opened with a close-up of Bobbie's
face.  "Hi, folks!" she greeted them.  "By the time you all see
this I'll be on my honeymoon with my husband, Tom."

There were tears in her eyes as she told how she had met him and
how his first wife, Marie, had so tragically died.  Then she
explained that she and Tom would be honeymooning on the same
uninhabited island together for the next six months -- until
September.

Then she said, "This tape is being produced by my mother for you.
 You see, in some societies the eldest women in the family
prepare the bride for her husband on her wedding day."  With the
warmest smile the women had ever seen she continued, "Well, I
don't have a grandmother... I have five!  Irma Quigley, Harriet
Tompkins, Jane Bentley, Annabel Baxter, and Mary Stenhouse, this
tape is for you.

"Since you can't be with me -- I am now on the island of Maui,
over five thousand miles from Chicago -- I am using this tape. 
When next I see you, you can tell me all the things I didwrong."

Then the camera zoomed out and there was a hushed intake of
breath.  Bobbie was standing in front of the camera totally
naked.  "This is what I am bringing to my marriage bed," she said
softly.  "Do you think Tom will be pleased?  As I said earlier,
he has seen me naked often enough, so I think things will be all
right."

Then she padded into the adjoining bathroom and got into the
shower.  She carefully described how she was being so careful to
wash her body completely with particular care to ensure that her
vagina would be clean and sweet-smelling for her new husband.

For the next scene Vangie had preset the camera on a tripod and
just let it run.  Now Bobbie was stretched out on a massage table
while Vangie, also naked, worked on her body.  With her eyes
closed, Bobbie described the marvelous sensations as her mother
so-tenderly worked musk oil into her tits and then into her
vagina.  Then she rolled over and knelt on the table with her
legs spread to expose her anus.  Moaning with the sensation,
Bobbie described how her mother kept working the oil into her ass
and used her fingers gently to stretch her anal ring.

Finished there, Bobbie lay on her belly with her hands under her
chin and just grinned at the camera.  "Ladies, I can't tell you
how wonderful I feel right now."  Then she quickly rolled over,
took Vangie's hand and pulled her close.  "Just look!" she
exclaimed.  "Look at my mother!  Have you ever seen a more
glorious body?  Her tits are so wonderfully full and firm -- she
is just delicious."

Then she rolled onto her stomach again and looked into the camera
with a sad expression on her face.  "Harriet, dear, I'm terribly
sorry!" she said, "But I'm really afraid you're overmatched
trying to take Dad away from Mom!"

When Kris tapped out what Bobbie had been doing and what she had
said, to the surprise of everyone the woman, although deaf, dumb
and blind, started to laugh merrily.  It was only the second
sound anyone had ever heard from her since she had been in the
home.

Relaying Harriet's request, Kris asked that the tape be stopped
for a few moments.  Then she asked her mother to strip bare and
for her father to take off all his clothes except for his pants.
Instantly doing what had been asked, Vangie knew what was
expected so she padded over to the woman's wheelchair and knelt
beside it.  She knelt upright while the woman used her sensitive
fingers again to explore Vangie's face and head and then
so-carefully to run them over her shoulders and tits.

There she stopped and cupped Vangie's breasts in her gentle hands
and then tweaked her nipples causing them instantly to engorge. 
As Harriet's fingers moved over her body, Vangie realized that
the older woman had a simply beatific look on her face.  When the
woman's hands moved lower on her body, Vangie stood up and spread
her legs wide.  The woman's hands continued to explore and there
was an expression of pleased surprise on her face when Harriet
realized that Vangie had no pubic hair.

Then the fingers explored her slit and Vangie's pelvis shook
involuntarily when she was overcome by a sudden orgasm triggered
by Harriet's teasing her clit.  The woman caught Vangie's juices
on her fingers, then tasted them and smiled.  Finally Vangie
turned and felt the woman's hands moving slowly over her tight
buns and ending in her ass.

When she felt the lightest tap on her cheek Vangie turned and
began to howl with laughter.  The elderly woman was sitting
upright in her wheel chair with her tongue stuck out.  Vangie had
never seen anything so cute.

She quickly got dressed again while Ed went through the same
process.  After carefully exploring the contours of his face and
head, she moved her fingers carefully but gently over his torso
with particular attention to his chest, shoulders, and upper
arms.  There was a look of sheer bliss on her face as she ran her
fingers through the hair on his chest.

When her exploration was complete, instead of getting dressed, Ed
lifted the woman out of her wheel chair, sat her across his knee
and then hugged her tightly to his chest.  As he did, he could
hear the woman making wonderful mewing sounds as she just rubbed
her cheek against his chest.  Then, with her still sitting on his
leg, he folded her into his arms and began to work his lips on
hers in a kiss of the purest love, yet with passion in it as
well.

When he finally released her and easily but gently returned her
to her wheelchair, she just sat for a moment with her eyes closed
but with a beatific smile on her lips.

After a few moments she opened her sightless eyes and waved
excitedly.  Kris dropped to her knees beside her and extended her
left arm.  As fast as her fingers could move, Harriet tapped out
a message.  "Dad," Kris said softly, "Harriet says that now she
knows what Heaven will be like.  It will be regaining her youth
and having a man like you holding her in his arms.  She says that
you are blessed among men to have a wife as perfect as Vangie --
she does not believe that she could possibly be a grandmother.

"Finally, Mom, she admits to being overmatched.  Harriet says she
couldn't compete with you if she were still nineteen.  She says
you are utter perfection!"  Vangie then dropped to her knees,
took the woman in her arms and melted her lips with a kiss.

When the tape rolled again, Bobbie put on the tiniest white lace
bikini and followed it with a white garter belt.  Then, while
carefully describing everything she was doing and what she was
feeling, she smoothed a pair of white stockings over her gorgeous
legs.  "Ladies, just a short time after I take these stockings
off I'll be welcoming Tom into my body.  Do you think I can make
him happy?"

At that Irma Quigley cracked, "If he's alive, the answer is yes!
And if he hasn't been dead for more than a month, it's still
yes!"

Finally the tape showed Vangie dropping the beautiful white
wedding gown over Bobbie's head, fixing her very short hair and
then putting a diamond necklace around her neck and enormous
diamonds in her ears.  After stepping back to ensure that Bobbie
looked as beautiful as she could, Vangie lovingly kissed her
daughter on her wedding day.

The next scene was taken immediately following the wedding. 
Bobbie now looked radiantly happy as she stood beside Tom with
his hand around her waist.  "Ladies, this is my husband, Tom. 
Now I am Mrs. Thomas Gardiner Conroy, and I couldn't be more
happy."

Then she named the women and said, "Tom, please say hello."  Tom,
who had been carefully briefed by Bobbie, had personal words of
greeting for each of the five elderly women.  Each beamed with
joy as they listened.

When the tape ended, Vangie put the wedding video on.  The women
watched it with interest.  Irma Quigley asked that it be stopped
at the scene with the wedding party at the altar.  In response to
her questions Vangie identified everyone: Celeste Trang Chan,
Kenneth Clifford and his parents, Ali and Bill; Andrea Cartwright
and her parents, Connie and Chip; the entire Conroy family with
Tom's older sister, Samantha, looking gorgeous as one of the
bridesmaids, and finally the entire Bradley family, all of whom
were present at the home.  The tape continued and finally came to
an end.

Reaching into a box Vangie said, "Bobbie has a gift for each of
you."  Then she gave each woman a duplicate of the bride's
bouquet and said a formal wedding picture of the bride and groom
would be delivered as soon as they were ready.  Finally, they
served champagne along with wedding cake they had brought back
from Maui with them.

"Well," Vangie asked when they had finished, "what did you all
think?"

"Only Bobbie! is what I think," Irma said firmly.  "Now you see
why we love her so."  Then she continued, "I don't really know
quite what to say right now.

"You see, being stuck here all the time and not needing much
sleep anymore, we read a great deal, and we read a great many
different things.  As a result, I recognize those people at the
altar with Bobbie and Tom.  For example, that was William
Harrison Clifford, one of the richest men in the world, with his
beautiful wife, Allison.  I noticed how proudly their son,
Kenneth, served as the ring bearer.

"Then I recognized Constance and Charles Cartwright as one of the
richest young men in the world and saw their utterly gorgeous
little girl, Andrea, carrying the bride's bouquet.  I conclude
that from both their roles in the wedding and the expressions of
happiness and pride on their faces that the children played
important roles in the event taking place.  Am I correct?"

Vangie nodded and explained how the two little children were, for
a time, Bobbie's only friends in the world.

Then Irma said, "That brings me to you, Bradleys.  Vangie, before
your marriage you were Evangeline Pierce Collins, the wealthiest
woman in the country.  And you, Edgar Warren Bradley, have wealth
on a scale to compare with the Cliffords.

"Is that all?  Oh, no!  You see, we read the sports pages, too. 
That's where we first met your son, Ken, and daughter, Cathy. 
Entertainment?  Kristin, Bobbie's twin."

Looking at Kris fondly she said, "And, Kristin, you are Bobbie's
twin.  I think you have some feeling for the adoration we feel
for Bobbie, so I hope you appreciate the full significance of
what we're saying to you."

Then she slowly nodded her head and said, "There is God's justice
in this world, sometimes.  You people are worthy of Bobbie's love
-- and she is certainly worthy of yours!  We could not be more
proud nor happy than we are today.  Thank you all so very much!"

By the time the Bradleys left two hours later, the elderly
women's eyes were alive with joy.  Little Kenny and Kirsten were
so loving to them.  Perhaps the high point was when Cathy
stripped off her top and nursed her tiny infant at her breast. 
For a short time she knelt beside Harriet's wheelchair while the
woman ever so gently moved her hands over the nursing infant's
head and then felt Cathy's beautiful breast as the baby drew
nourishment from it.

As they were about to leave, Vangie was saying goodbye to Harriet
who asked, "When are you going to have more children of your own?
 You really should, you know."

Sadly, Vangie tapped out her response, "Dear Harriet, Ed and I
are trying as hard as we can."

The woman replied that she would pray to Almighty God to bless
their remarkable union.*Chapter 15*

On the night of their wedding, Celeste was again at the controls
of the powerful cruiser taking Tom and Bobbie to the island where
Tom and Marie had been so happy.  Kristin Bradley, who had served
as her sister's maid of honor, accompanied them on the trip. 
Nearing the island, Celeste throttled back and the fast boat
slowed and came down from its step.  Cautiously she eased it
ahead to where she knew the cut was in the reef that almost
completely enclosed the tiny bay.

Finally in position, Celeste hit the anchor switch and they heard
the sound of the anchor hitting the water followed by its chain.
After embedding the anchor, she cut the engines back to their
slowest idle and left the helm.

Realizing they had arrived at their destination, Kris took Bobbie
in her arms and asked softly, "Dear sister, are you sure you will
be all right?  You're bringing nothing with you."

Bobbie was standing on the deck proudly naked except for a belt
around her waist.  "Kris," she replied, "if I don't make it, I
will have died happy.  I will have spent the rest of my life with
the love of my life.  If it turns out not to be as long as I
would like, eternity is a very long time.  Then I will be sharing
Tom with Marie in Heaven, forever."

There was a lump in Celeste's throat as she realized that Bobbie
was unwittingly repeating almost exactly the same words Marie had
said nearly a year earlier.

Taking Bobbie in her arms, Celeste kissed her with love and
affection, then gave her a small waterproof package.  She said,
"Bobbie, this is your wedding gift from Marie.  There is a note
from her inside.  She prepared it for you a week before she died,
knowing without asking that this is the way you and Tom would
spend your honeymoon."

Then she looked anxious and said, "Please open it and read her
note as soon as you get to shore, but before Tom takes you in his
arms.  It's very important.  Please?"  Bobbie immediately agreed
and strapped the pouch around her leg.

In spite of honeymooning in the same way and at the same place,
there were immediate differences.  While Marie had been nearly
reverent in her approach to it, Bobbie began with fun and joy. 
When she and Tom were ready to dive in, she grinned and said,
"I'll bet I beat you to the beach!"  When Tom accepted her
challenge with a grin, she asked Kris to give the starting
command.

The two were poised on the gunwale side-by-side as Kris said,
"Take your marks...!  Get set!"  But before she could say another
word, Bobbie hip-checked Tom off balance causing him to fall into
the water beside the boat.  Then Kris shouted, "Go!" and Bobbie
launched herself into the water in a perfect racing dive.

The two women on the boat were hugging each other while they
howled with laughter as Tom recovered and then set out in
Bobbie's wake.  "He'll never catch her!" Kris exclaimed.  "Good
heavens!  Just look at her go!"  Bobbie was moving through the
water like a porpoise, with all of the grace, power, and speed of
the marine mammal.

The two women were still giggling as Celeste activated the switch
that hauled up the anchor cable followed by the anchor itself. 
After securing the anchor at the bow, Kris rejoined Celeste in
the cockpit as she engaged the clutch and began to power away
back towards Kapalua.  As the boat left the beach behind, both
girls felt much better.  They realized that Bobbie's joyousness
and the trick she played on Tom made them both feel better about
their prospects for the next months.

When Tom waded ashore looking sheepish, Bobbie jumped to her
feet, ran to him and said, "My darling, I'm sorry.  Will you
forgive me?"

"No," he said.  "I won't.  There are two reasons: First, you
aren't sorry at all.  Second," he added with a grin, "there's
nothing to forgive you for.  Who would believe a naked girl would
give a guy a hip check just as a race is about to start."

He took her in his arms and held her tightly.  "Bobbie, I adore
you.  I really, honest-to-God do!"  Then he looked at the pouch
in her hand which he recognized as similar to the one Marie
herself had on their honeymoon.  In fact, it was the same one.

While she had been waiting for him, she had read Marie's note. 
When she did, tears came to her eyes because when the note had
been written, Marie knew her death was only a few days away.  In
it she said that she had been spending all of her available time
praying to God for his support and to please make her death as
painless for the others as could be.

Then she said that the other thing she had prayed for was the
restoration of Bobbie's virginity.  "I told God," she wrote,
"that you had been raped and ultimately persuaded that what were,
in fact, a series of rapes, were acts of your own free will. 
Since you lost your virginity to crime and the acts of savages, I
pray that God will answer my prayer and restore what is
rightfully yours -- and Tom's."

Hand-in-hand they moved back on the beach to the tree line. 
Finding what looked to be a comfortable piece of sand, Bobbie
carefully spread the little piece of linen and then placed her
body appropriately over it.  With her thighs spread wide, her
hips raised, and her eyes gleaming she said, "I'm ready, husband.
 My darling, please take your wife."

"But darling," Tom protested, "I have to get you warmed up
first."

"You've spent the last five months warming me up, turkey!" she
exclaimed.  "Now, if you want to come back with me, and don't
like the idea of me spending the next six months alone with just
your corpse for company, get that huge thing in my cunt where it
belongs this instant!"

Tom grinned and dropped to his knees between her widespread legs.
 It was near sundown, with the sun dropping fast towards the
horizon.  The result was to cast the beach into shadows but,
through a quirk, a ray of sunshine shone brilliantly on her
gorgeous face like a spotlight.

"You're beautiful!" he murmured, and then placed his throbbing
cock close to her vagina.  With a cry of wanting, Bobbie placed
it where she wanted it and then felt the incredible sensation she
had dreamed of for so long as it began to penetrate her insides.

Remarkably, after entering just a short way they both felt
resistance.  Taking no chances, Bobbie wrapped her powerful legs
around his hips and squeezed, forcing his cock to drive deep into
her.  For an instant she felt the shock of pain and then he was
all the way in.  There followed slow, rhythmic strokes as he just
slowly moved in and out to almost his full length with each
stroke.

For Bobbie, it was heavenly.  It was all she had ever dreamed,
but the reality was so much better.  Soon she reached an orgasm,
then another, and then a third, each more powerful than the one
before.  Finally Tom had her where he so often had had Marie: in
continuous orgasm.  Bobbie just screamed with joy as her husband
thrilled her with sexual sensations.  Finally, she could feel him
near his inescapable release.  When she did, again using her
powerful legs, she pulled him to her so that every millimeter of
his huge cock was inside her as she felt his cum pour into her,
flooding her insides.  With a loud scream of the purest joy, she
fainted.

Recovering, she found herself resting against Tom's shoulder. 
Then he showed her the little piece of cloth she had placed under
her crotch.  It was now blood-red and soaked through with her
virginal blood.  "My darling, Marie's prayer was answered.  God
did restore your virginity."

Then to his utter amazement, Bobbie began to weep uncontrollably.
 "Darling, what's wrong?" he asked, really worried now.

"What will you do tomorrow?" she wailed.  It was only then that
he saw her eyes gleaming with suppressed laughter.  "You only
make love to virgins, and I'm a virgin no longer!  Since there
are no other women here, where will you find another one?"

Tom thought for a moment and then snapped his fingers.  "I've got
it!" he exclaimed.  "We'll be environmentally aware!  I'll
recycle a slightly used one!"  They both began to howl with
laughter while they hugged each other tightly.

* * *

As the days and weeks passed, Tom realized that he had no sense
of the passage of time.  While with Marie there had always been a
lurking sense of foreboding and danger, with Bobbie there was
nothing but fun and joy.  He found Bobbie's humor and good
spirits to be both infectious and irrepressible.  In just a
matter of a few days he had not only taken her in all of her
openings, she took him everywhere in her body with ease and great
joy.

Less than a week after landing, Tom was awakened by Bobbie
pounding on his shoulder.  "Tom!  Get up!" she demanded.  "We've
got a million things to do."

"Oh?" he asked, "What?  Let me see your list."

Bobbie pretended to search in the sand but then suddenly stopped,
wheeled on him and started pounding on his chest with her small
fists.  "Damn you, Tom Conroy!  It's all your fault.  We lost the
pencil so I can't write out my list... so... so... I forgot what
was on it."

With that, her playacting stopped as suddenly as it had begun. 
After a lingering passionate kiss, she just snuggled close to him
and murmured, "I'm going to think hard.  Maybe I can mentally
reconstruct it."  Tom put his arm around her, held her close and
just listened to the wonderfully happy sounds coming from deep in
her body as she went back to sleep.

Bobbie's strength, jungle skills and agility amazed him.  After a
little more than a month into their stay, Bobbie had constructed
an elaborate network of woven vine ropes that covered the tiny
island.  She called it her Tarzan rapid-transit system.  After
spending days braiding vines into rope, she climbed trees all
over the island to hang them in appropriate locations.

One day after it had been in place for about ten days, she teased
him saying that if he wanted a kiss he would have to catch her
first.  With that she went off, swinging from one rope to the
next.  Tom went after her but realized after about twenty minutes
he had no hope of catching her.  When he was able to get close,
Bobbie, while appearing to be going for a rope in front of her,
would spin her body in the air like a cat and grab another rope
ninety degrees away from her previous direction.

She would dart among the trees like a water bug.  It was only
when she tired of her game -- and wanted Tom's kiss badly -- that
she allowed herself to be caught.  But never did she admit that
she had let him.  Instead she maintained that he was too big, too
strong, and too fast for her.  Tom just kissed her lovingly while
knowing the truth.

Her period also resulted in teasing.  She insisted that it was
their calendar.  "How else can we keep track of the passage of
time?" she asked.

The only change it dictated in their behavior -- Tom was
convinced that Bobbie didn't know what pre-menstrual syndrome was
-- was to keep her out of their lagoon.  Tom pointed out --
wisely, she thought -- that letting her blood flow in the water
wasn't the smartest thing they could do.  However, when a shark
found his way into the lagoon, she was having her period and put
the fact -- and her vaginal discharge -- to use.  By now they had
identified all of the currents in the bay.  Bobbie dove in at a
location where she knew her blood would drift towards the shark
and reach him after passing a coral head.

Sure enough, when it did, the great beast sensed it and began to
move slowly towards the blood's source.  When he passed the coral
head, though, Tom was hidden behind it, waiting.  A slash with
his great knife and the huge fish was dead.  This one was smaller
than Marie's -- only 1,250 to 1,500 pounds.

The episode of the shark was not yet over.  After skinning it and
cutting out a few steaks, they buried the rest of the carcass. 
Tom still couldn't face the thought of eating shark meat.  But
when Bobbie asked for the shark's belly to use to make some
things, he teasingly told her that it was his -- if she wanted
some shark skin, go get her own shark.  After spending hours and
days scraping, scrubbing, and ultimately tanning the skin, she
rolled it up and gave it to Tom, still not saying anything.

Then several days later, Tom realized that Bobbie wasn't around.
Initially, he didn't think anything of it -- she often spent
hours on her "rapid-transit system" as a form of exercise.  But
then he started to worry.  Even though she moved through the
jungle with the quickness and quietness of a cat, normally he
would hear at least an occasional sound.  This time there was
nothing.  Then he saw movement at the cut in the coral reef.  It
was Bobbie, swimming slowly and pulling something very large
behind her.

He ran out into the water to help her and realized she was towing
another Great White shark.  When they got it into shallow water
and both were standing, Bobbie started to use every obscenity she
could think of -- and all were directed at herself.

He howled with laughter when he finally learned the story:  She
had swum nearly two miles out into the channel looking for a
shark, finally found one and killed it.  The reason she was so
mad at herself was it was only after she killed it that she
realized she had to tow the huge dead thing a mile and a half to
get it back to shore.

"I should have let it chase me into the lagoon and then killed
it!" she wailed.  "What an idiot!"

After tanning the skin of her latest kill, Tom was amazed at the
way she worked with it to create various articles including a
handbag, a briefcase, belts and even shoes.  In almost all cases
she left the pieces cut and sized, just waiting to return to
civilization where they could get the heavy thread, needles, sole
leather, frames, and so forth, required to complete them.

To Tom's amazement, Bobbie also proved to be an incredibly
skilled hunter.  Together they were so effective that after just
a few days they had to reduce their hunting; they had far more
food than they could eat and had no way of preserving it.

Late in the first week, while he was holding her in his arms, she
began to berate herself.  When Tom asked she said, "Darling, I'm
an idiot!  Of course I can hunt, but look at what I'm missing. 
Marie lived for five days on your glorious cum alone.  Why did I
have to be so stupid?"

The outcome of it was that from then on Bobbie would carefully
cup Tom's cum-loaded scrotum and refer to its contents as her
emergency rations.

Her hunting was incredibly efficient and deadly.  Once her
rapid-transit system was in place she would soundlessly move
through the jungle while watching for wild boar -- an animal at
once plentiful and wary -- their favorite food source.  Spotting
one, she would quickly get into position and then drop from the
trees like a great cat.  Her knife would flash and then she would
carry the carcass back to their camp.  As Tom thought about it,
he realized that she was, indeed, like a great cat.  She could
move as silently and with the same feline grace and quickness. 
And she was at least as deadly.

As the weeks went by, Bobbie wanted to put more sport into the
process -- she didn't want to feel like a worker in a
slaughterhouse.  Her aerial stalking had become just too
efficient.  Since she and Tom had been running for fun --
occasionally they would run around the entire circumference of
the island, a distance of about fifteen miles -- both her speed
and endurance were remarkable.  The result was that she began to
hunt the boar by chasing them through the jungle on foot.  After
just a few more weeks she became as efficient running down the
animals as she had been stalking them from the air.

But the biggest difference between Marie and Bobbie was in
attitude.  While Marie had been almost reverent, Bobbie was
joyous.  Tom realized that he had never had so much pure fun in
his life.  They would play in the lagoon by the hour, chasing
each other, splashing each other, and ducking each other.  The
most common sounds on the island were Bobbie's merry laugh or
cute little giggle.  He found he utterly adored it.

Moreover, Bobbie had the most incredible sense of him and his
moods.  If he was happy she would inevitably do something to make
him happier still.  If he was at all down, she would instantly
cheer him up and kid him out of it.

But there was so much more.  In spite of her incredible beauty,
she seemed to grow even more beautiful by the day.  One day he
looked around but couldn't find her.  Moving quietly through the
jungle he found her on her knees by a still pool fed by the
waterfall upstream.  He watched silently as she used the pool as
a mirror while she carefully trimmed her short golden hair.

While Marie had just hacked at her hair to keep it short so its
movement wouldn't scare off the fish, Bobbie used her "mirror"
and a knife carefully to trim a few hairs at a time to maintain
the beauty of her hairdo.  Still hidden, he continued to watch as
she took two small shells and then used them as tweezers to
carefully pull out stray hairs from her mound.  Bobbie even used
very fine sand to smooth her legs and eliminate any trace of
stubble, using the sand almost like sandpaper.

Tom melted back into the jungle leaving her alone without
revealing his presence.  He was awe-struck as he realized it was
to make herself even more beautiful in his eyes.

That evening as she prepared their dinner -- she was roasting the
loin of a boar -- he looked at her closely and realized how
incredibly graceful, feminine and beautiful she was, regardless
of what she was doing.  Then he realized something else:
Frequently he would come up to her and find her with her back
against a tree and with one knee drawn up so that her leg hid her
beautiful cunt.

Without seeming to be aware of his presence she would take a deep
breath causing her breasts with their tiny coral nipples to stand
up proudly.  At that instant he realized that, although they were
both always naked and naked bodies are basically not very sexy --
as nudists discovered long ago -- she would always arrange to
appear as sexually arousing as she possibly could.

After a short time on the island, Tom found out that Bobbie had
spent two whole days before their wedding looking at every
hunting knife available.  The one she ultimately selected was
razor sharp and could, in fact, be used to shave him.  When he
asked her about it she had just grinned and said that first, she
preferred him clean-shaven, and second, she didn't want him to
return to civilization with a deep golden tan all over but with a
white neck and cheeks.  From then on she carefully shaved him
several times each week.

Most thrilling of all was their lovemaking.  Tom was utterly
overwhelmed at Bobbie's inventiveness.  There was no possible way
of making love that they didn't try at least once.  Moreover,
however she took him, it was invariably the perfect way for the
day and for his mood.

Now months had passed and Tom was just lying on the beach with
Bobbie's head resting on his belly.  In that position her tits
were in easy reach of his hand and he so-gently teased her
nipples into full erection.  Again sensing his mood, Bobbie just
lay still as her nipples extended out from her tits until they
were both like small pencils.

Sensing that Tom just wanted to see how big he could get them,
even though her love juices were running rivers because she so
wanted him to take her, she did not move.

"My darling," he said softly, "you're utterly perfect!  When we
were married, I couldn't imagine a woman being more beautiful
than you, and yet now you're so much more beautiful, I can't
believe it.  Honey, why do you do it?"

Realizing that he was not asking a rhetorical question she
replied softly, "To maintain your interest, my darling."  Then
she turned her head so she could look at his face and added,
"After all, since I am no longer a virgin I must do _something_
to keep you coming back to my cunt."

Tom just shook his head and ran his fingers under the incredibly
beautiful crimson coral necklace she was wearing.  He realized
that, if it were ever to be sold, it would be worth a fortune. 
First, crimson coral rarely occurs in nature.  Bobbie had spent
weeks going over virtually every square inch of the reef and
carefully cutting out every scrap of crimson coral she found. 
Then she had spent days drilling a hole through the exact center
of each piece and finally, using a small length of their fishing
line, carefully threaded the pieces into her necklace and a
matching bracelet.  Incredibly, the crimson of the coral exactly
matched the natural crimson of her lips.

"Are you happy, Bobbie?" Tom asked softly.

"My darling, I am the happiest woman on the face of this earth!"
Again she looked at his face and said, "You know something?  I'm
really not looking forward to rejoining all those idiots at USC
this fall.  Are you?"  Tom just shook his head, continued to
caress her breasts and then fell asleep.

The two were awakened with a start by the sound of an air horn. 
Jumping up, they saw the motor yacht positioned at the cut in the
reef.  Bobbie looked at him and said, "Do you really want to go
back?  Can you believe we've been here six months already?"

Tom took her in his arms and melted her with a kiss.  Then he
replied softly, "No, my darling, I can't believe it's been six
months.  Going back?  My feelings are mixed.  But on the other
hand," he continued with a big grin, "I guess we have to. 
There's a good chance I'll have another brother or sister to get
to know!"

She grinned back and said, "I bet you five dollars I beat you to
the boat.  And I won't even cheat this time, either."

He shook hands on the bet and ran for the water.  Bobbie waited
for him to dive in and start swimming before she even moved. 
Then she sprinted for the water, dove in, and powered her way
towards the boat.  She overhauled him when he had covered only
one-third of the distance and just continued to pull away.  By
the time he pulled himself over the gunwale, Bobbie was wrapped
in Kristin's arms and the sisters' lips were melted together in a
loving kiss.

After kissing Tom, Kris said, "Why don't you make yourself useful
while I try to figure out how to make this thing work?  There's
beer in the refrigerator.  Why don't you bring up three?"

In spite of her words, Kris expertly flipped the appropriate
switches while Bobbie went up to the bow to secure the anchor
when it was raised.  Then she rejoined the others and savored the
ice-cold beer.

After getting the cruiser underway and then up to its cruising
speed, Kris looked at the two and just shook her head.  "You two
should be declared illegal!  Never have there been two people who
look more beautiful than you do...  Nor two people who are more
in love."

* * *

When they returned to Kapalua, Bobbie was delighted to find that
her father and mother were on the island, too.  Vangie quickly
explained that the NFL was cranking up a new season already so
Ken and Cathy couldn't get away.  She was also astonished at how
gorgeous Bobbie looked and how perfect her hairdo was in spite of
being alone for six months.  Then she explained how they were
going to vacation for a week "while you and Tom recover from your
ordeal."  When she said "ordeal" Vangie crossed her eyes and
everyone howled with laughter.

The first time Kris and Bobbie played golf against Vangie and Ed
it was far worse than it had been the previous Christmas.  Now
Bobbie was powering her drives 270 yards off the tee, and had to
ease her swing to keep them that short.  Hitting on the practice
range, she was regularly hitting her drives beyond the 325-yard
boundary of the range on the fly.  At the same time her
sensitivity was so acute, her short game and putting were better,
also.  The result was a near-course-record sixty and the
demolition of her parents.  Kris licked her lips and said she
would put her mind to the challenge of coming up with an
appropriate bet for their parents to pay off on.

Dinner with the Conroys was utterly wonderful.  Neither Hank nor
her oldest child, Samantha, would allow Bobbie near the kitchen,
so she spent her time with her younger siblings.  All were utter
delights.  At dinner she was intrigued to learn that Jim's scars
had disappeared and with them all traces of his war wounds.

When Bobbie exclaimed that it was such wonderful news, Jim
grumped and asked, "What's so good about it?  Now there's no more
reason for Hank to go down on me."  He explained how Hank would
massage the scars on his groin and, because of their proximity to
his cock, would inevitably end by taking him in her mouth.

Hank just grinned -- and looked like a teenager doing it -- and
said she would think of something.

The days provided Bobbie with her first real opportunity to get
to know her new sister-in-law, Samantha.  She learned that she
had just graduated from USC and was trying to figure out what to
do next.  Bobbie also learned that Sam had been the undefeated
captain of USC's NCAA-championship women's tennis team and was
ranked in the top five among amateur women nationally.  Like her
mother and Bobbie herself, Sam was an incredibly beautiful
blue-eyed blonde.

Knowing Sam's background, it was with trepidation that Bobbie
agreed to play singles tennis against her.  When the match was
played, it ended up with a gallery of several hundred people
watching the match.  In the end Bobbie decisively defeated her 3
6, 6 4, 6 2, and 6 0.  The last set was characterized by a whole
string of Bobbie's service aces -- and snapping of the strings on
two of her rackets with her incredible power.

On their last day on the island, Bobbie and Hank played golf
against Tom and Jim Conroy.  At Hank's insistence, the two women
played naked.  With her mother-in-law standing naked in the
bright sunlight, Bobbie just shook her head.  Here was a woman
old enough to be a grandmother -- she grumped that Sam wasn't
getting off her dead ass to produce a grandchild for her -- but
who looked like she was in her teens.  In fact, Bobbie and Hank
looked like twins.

In the match Jim played brilliantly -- he said his game was
better than when he played on the PGA tour before going to
Vietnam -- but it wasn't good enough.  Again Bobbie shot a sixty
to his sixty-four.  When Jim took her in his arms after the
match, he kissed her lovingly and said, "God, I'm a great
teaching pro!  Look how good you are and I'm the only person ever
to give you lessons."

Bobbie just nuzzled into his neck and whispered, "And you're the
best damned father a girl ever had!"  Then pulling back to look
at him she asked, "I have utterly marvelous parents, and I know
you know that.  Nevertheless, could I have two sets?  Would you
be my father, too, and Hank be my mother?  I just can't possibly
think of you as in-laws.  I just love you both too damned much. 
Please?  May I?"

Jim's eyes just widened and he told Hank what Bobbie had asked
him.  Both senior Conroys kissed her with all the love they
possessed and welcomed her into their family as their newest
daughter.

Hank Conroy had the last word.  "But... but...  Oh, hell!  Who
cares what they say."

When Bobbie looked puzzled, Hank's eyes were wide and guileless
as she said, "But Bobbie, you know how narrow-minded some people
are.  There truly are some people who will get upset at the idea
of your father and me allowing you to marry your own brother."

When they kissed their parents goodbye at the airport, Bobbie
crossed her eyes and said in a flat tone of voice, "Oh, boy.  Now
we can get back to civilization.  Isn't that wonderful?"*Chapter
16*

Bobbie and Tom decided to take another semester off from school.
Having just returned from their six-month honeymoon, the thought
of going back to the rigidity of class schedules and the inanity
of so much of the Politically Correct chatter at the university
turned them both off like a switch.

Tom decided to work for PHA Construction to ease his way back
into civilization; Bobbie hadn't yet decided what she would do
although there was a vague idea in the back of her mind to do
something with Clifford & Jamison, if possible.  Tom had just
made passionate love to her and now she was wriggling on the
wonderfully crisp sheets while he used his work-roughened fingers
to caress her glorious body when the phone rang.  He teased her
as she continued to make warm happy sounds deep inside her body
while at the same time trying -- unsuccessfully -- to pretend to
be asleep.

Since the phone continued to ring, with a groan she rolled over
and picked up the receiver while commenting to Tom that the phone
was something they had not had to worry about on their honeymoon.
 There was never anything to disrupt their lovemaking or the
wonderful period of mutual caresses that always followed.

"Hello," she said sleepily.

There was a moment of silence at the other end of the phone and
then she heard the well-remembered musical voice of Andy
Cartwright.  "Good morning, Bobbie," the girl said
apologetically.  "I'm terribly sorry to awaken you.  Will you
please forgive me?"

"Of course, Andy," she replied.  "What can I do for you this
morning...  And what time is it, anyway?"

"It's... It's almost ten o'clock," the little girl replied
diffidently, "and I called to invite you and Tom for lunch today
with Kenny and me.  Could you...? Would you...? If it's not too
much trouble, of course..."

"Oh, Andy!  That would be marvelous.  Tom never really had a
chance to really meet either of you and I think it would be
wonderful.  What time and where?"

"I asked my grandmother and she is allowing us to use her
membership at the luncheon club upstairs here at the office. 
It's where we ate the last time.  Would that be all right?"

"Of course, darling!  We'll plan on arriving at the office about
eleven forty-five if that's okay."  The little girl said it would
be perfect and hung up.

Turning to Tom she said, "Okay, husband, off your ass and on your
feet.  We have a social obligation today."

Now it was Tom's turn to pretend still to be trying to sleep so
he covered his face with a pillow.  Bobbie took advantage of the
opportunity and began to tickle his ribs.  In just an instant the
two were rolling around on the bed laughing and giggling while
tickling the other and at the same time trying to protect
themselves.

Finally Tom, using his much greater strength, pinned her to the
bed and whispered fiercely, "It's all over wench!  Now I'll rape
you and make you pay for that unprovoked assault."

"But...! But my virginity!" she exclaimed in a little-girl voice.
 "Then no decent man will ever have me..."

"That's true," Tom replied matter-of-factly.  "But then you can
work as a prostitute and besides... I'm not decent."

With that he eased his throbbing cock into her wet cunt and in no
time was feeling the exquisite sensations that Bobbie always
created for him.  When he finally reached his peak and spent in
her pulsating vagina, Bobbie retained consciousness and used her
long fingers to squeeze his balls in tempo with the pulsations of
her cunt to empty the greatest possible amount of his cum into
herself.

After resting on top of her for a few moments while feeling her
sweat-slickened body beneath him, he raised himself up so that
his lips were over hers.  Then he melted her with an incredibly
passionate kiss and murmured, "My darling Bobbie, I adore you!"

"And I, you," she replied.  Then with a frown and a shake of her
head she said, "But darling, at such a horrible cost...  My
darling, Marie was one of the world's handful of perfect people.
After all she lived through, to be lost to a weakness in her
heart..."

Recognizing her mood Tom rolled off onto the bed beside her and
just held her tightly.  As soon as he did she dissolved into
tears.  Whispering into her ear he said, "Darling, I never told
you how Marie and I came to be married, did I?"

Bobbie had her arms around his neck and was still crying. 
Through her tears she managed to softly say, "No."

"And Marie never did either, did she?"  This time she just shook
her head.  "Honey, Marie never really wanted to marry me.  She
didn't feel she was right for me...  Wasn't that so much like
her, though?  It wasn't that I wasn't right for her -- and maybe
I wasn't -- she only thought of me and believed she was not the
right girl for me.

"Anyway, she felt I should marry a tall blonde -- so she made me
one.  Or found one for me, at least.  Darling, even though she
had no idea of her heart problem, I'm sure she had a premonition
or something."  He squeezed her tightly and said, "My darling, if
anyone had said that I could ever love anyone as much as I loved
Marie I would have said he was crazy.

"And yet... And yet I honest-to-God love you even more.  The
things you did while we were on our honeymoon...!  Bobbie, I'm
really not nearly good enough for you, you know.  You're a queen
and should be treated like one.  My darling, you're just plain
perfect!"

By now she had controlled her tears and realized Tom was being
completely serious.  She whispered, "My darling Tom, you're a
woman's dream come true.  And you're all mine!"  Then she poked
him in the ribs and added with a grin, "Now get your ass in that
shower with me!"

After sharing a sensual shower, Tom shaved while Bobbie brushed
her short hair.  She had already paid Henry Hall a visit.  Henry
was astonished when he looked at her hair.  Knowing they had been
alone on an island, he was astonished at how close to her
original hair style it still was.  He again trimmed it lightly
into the same modified boy's cut that she had worn at their
wedding, so this morning all she had to do was brush it to bring
out its natural oils and highlights.

Getting dressed for the luncheon gave Tom the first opportunity
to wear a brand-new blazer that she had bought for him.  Like
most men, Tom hated to shop, but almost the first thing Bobbie
did when they returned to the mainland was to buy him a complete
new wardrobe.  She told him that he looked incredibly handsome
with a white button-down shirt and a red striped tie.

Going downtown, they drove in the sports car she had bought for
him as a part of her wedding gift.  Since the weather was
perfect, they both felt a sensual pleasure as the warm air
riffled their hair.  At one point they looked at each other,
grinned, and began to laugh with sheer exuberance.  Bobbie felt
she couldn't feel better or be any happier and still live.

After parking the car in a Clifford & Jamison visitor's space --
the firm had ten spots in the garage for visitors in addition to
all the staff spaces -- they rode up in the elevator and entered
the office.  As they walked in, Bobbie realized it was only the
third time she had ever been there.  The first time was the
fateful visit involving Harriet Dobbs while the second was the
day of the meeting with Cameron Smith, his father, and Attorney
Biggs.  As the memories crossed her mind, she wondered if today's
visit would be as eventful.

As soon as they entered the office there was a yelp from behind
the reception desk and Judy Morris hurled herself into Bobbie's
arms.  "Bobbie Conroy, you should be declared illegal!" she
exclaimed.  "Never in my life have I seen a woman as beautiful as
you are today.  You are utterly perfect."

Releasing Bobbie she extended her hand to Tom and said, "Tom,
although we met at the wedding reception, I'm sure you don't
remember me.  I'm Judy Morris."

Tom ignored the outstretched hand, took Judy into his arms and
gave her a kiss of the purest love.  At first her arms were
waving in the air and then she held him around the neck as the
power of his love almost knocked her down.

When he released her lips, she still held on while she tried to
regain her composure.  "Michael Morris is a very lucky man, Judy.
 As one of our nation's foremost heroes, he deserves no less.  I
am truly delighted to meet you although I have seen you -- _all
of you,"_ he added with a grin "-- many times over the years when
you came out to visit Maui."

Judy blushed at his comment and pretended to slap his face.  Then
she just daintily stuck her tongue out at him and grinned.

Just then, the door to the offices opened and Andy Cartwright and
Ken Clifford appeared.  They had been regularly checking to see
if the Conroys had arrived.  Seeing Bobbie, Andy screamed,
"You're here!"

As she raced the few steps across the room, Bobbie dropped to her
knees and held her arms out wide.  The little girl hurled herself
at her, wrapped her arms around her neck and proceeded to kiss
every part of her within reach.  Finally she pulled back just
enough to put her lips on Bobbie's, and with her arms wrapped
around her neck, proceeded thoroughly to kiss her in an effort to
convey her love.

To Bobbie the kiss was everything she had remembered but even
better.  Then she realized that Andy was now a year older -- she
must now be six years old -- and her kiss was even morepowerful.

Easing away just enough to be able to focus her eyes Andy
carefully looked Bobbie over and then gave her a beaming smile
and said, "Oh, Bobbie, you're so beautiful!  You've never looked
better.  For that matter, no woman has ever looked nearly as good
or as beautiful as you do today.  You are simply scrumptious!"

Meanwhile, Tom and Judy had moved apart but he still had his hand
around her waist as they looked at Bobbie holding Andy while
Kenny Clifford just stood by patiently.  With a beaming smile,
Andy moved away and he repeated what his niece had done.  When
the greetings were over, Bobbie looked at the two children and
realized how dressed up they were.

Although she had intended to go into the offices to say hello to
her friends and introduce Tom, the children just shook their
heads and led the way back out to the elevators.

Although Bobbie knew what to expect, Tom did not.  He was utterly
astonished as Ken led the way into the restaurant and asked the
maitre d' for the Clifford table.  Knowing who he was, he led the
way to a table in the corner of the restaurant.  Since it was the
building's northwest corner it was directly above Ali Clifford's
office.

Tom was very impressed as Ken carefully seated Andy while the
maitre d' seated Bobbie.  When she was seated, Andy beamed at Ken
and said, "Thank you, Uncle Ken.  That was very gentlemanly."

Then she winked and reached out her arms.  Ken gave her a very
adult kiss full on the lips.

In moments, champagne was brought to the table for Tom and Bobbie
while the children drank ginger ale.  For Tom it was an utterly
incredible experience to be with two very young children who
acted so adult.  When Bobbie realized that they would not see
menus -- the luncheon had obviously been prearranged -- Ken told
her diffidently that Mrs. Carlson was doing the cooking for them.
 Since she was possibly the finest cook in the world, he hoped
they would like it.  The lunch was the finest food either Tom or
Bobbie had ever had in their lives.

When they finished the main course, Bobbie said to Tom with a
grimace, "It's all over now!  Good heavens, darling, on my best
day I couldn't come within twenty miles of this food."  She
frowned at him and added, "It's pretty clear to me now that I
should have left you home.  I would be a lot better off if you
never knew food could ever taste this good."

Before Tom could say a word, Ken interjected, "That's okay, Mrs.
Conroy.  All my mother can do is order from room service.  Of
course, she does that very well."  With a quick grin and a snap
of his fingers he added, "That's not true, though.  She can make
coffee and can make a martini, too.  But I adore her anyway."

Looking at him Bobbie said, "Ken, why is it that I think there's
more to this lunch than just food.  What are you two imps
scheming up?"

Ken's eyes widened and he looked at Andy, who just shrugged and
said, "Kenny, we already knew how smart she is.  Why should we be
surprised?"  Then she added, "You tell her.  Please?  After all,
you're my uncle."

"But you're older," he responded but then did as Andy had asked.
Drawing himself up even straighter in his chair, he looked at
Bobbie and said, "Mrs. Conroy, we've heard a rumor that you're
not going back to college this term.  Is that correct?"

"Yes, it is," Bobbie replied.  "Now what's on your mind?  What's
my not going back to school have to do with anything?"

After another glance at Andy -- Bobbie felt that he was screwing
up his courage -- Ken plunged in.  "Mrs. Conroy, you know that
we're six years old now?"  She nodded and he continued, "The
problem is that we should be in school.  But..."

"But school would be a little stupid -- at least the first grade
with its pre-reading -- for children who already read at the
college level," Bobbie interjected.  Then looking closely at the
two children, she began to slowly shake her head from side to
side and added, "If you two little imps think for one minute that
you can con me into teaching school..."

"For $100,000 for the term," Ken interjected.  "Mrs. Conroy,
there are only eight of us.  We have talked about it and...
and... and Andrea and I would like to hire you as our teacher." 
Then he sat up straight and said, "Our parents don't know
anything about this -- although they may suspect something.  It's
entirely our own idea and the money is ours, too.  In addition,
we will provide you with any materials, equipment...  You name
it."

Bobbie was utterly stunned.  Temporizing, she looked at Tom and
said, "Darling, I suppose I should come clean.  You see, you
caught me on the rebound.  I only married you when Ken Clifford
refused my offer to wait for him.  Can you imagine what it did
for my self-esteem to be turned down by a five-year-old? 
Particularly when I bared my soul to him?  Can you?"

"Now wait just a minute, Mrs. Conroy!" Ken exclaimed.  "I said I
would wait for you.  But I said that _you wouldn't wait for me._
Now you're married to the man you adore who's going to father
from your loins the most incredible children that the world has
ever seen."

He grinned and added, "But you're changing the subject.  The
subject is teaching school.  Please, Mrs. Conroy?  Please be our
teacher?"

When Bobbie just shook her head, looking bewildered, the two
children looked at each other and were disconsolate.  Even though
tears were forming at the corners of her eyes Andy just looked at
Bobbie, refusing to lower her head or do anything about her
tears.

Then, with her head still shaking from side to side, Bobbie said
softly, "Kids, I don't want to be your teacher..."

Hearing her words Andy lost her fragile self-control and began to
bawl.  Although her heart turned over seeing the little girl so
heartbroken, Bobbie continued, "...but I have to be!  Of course
I'll be your teacher!  And there will be no talk of any money
from you two, either!"

Suddenly the two children yelped and beamed the most vibrantly
happy smiles the older two had ever seen while Bobbie continued,
this time addressing Tom, "The reason I have to, Tom, is that I
owe my sanity if not my life itself, to these two.  I don't know
if you remember the day after I met you at the student union --
when Harriet Dobbs and I visited Clifford & Jamison for the first
time -- but I certainly do.  As you know, I hated myself then: I
was a disgusting pig.

"Then, at lunch, I sat between these two.  Aside from teaching me
what being a mother is all about, I broke up in tears when, after
giving me a kiss of the purest love, Andy gave me her blessing. 
You see, darling, these two little imps love me.  They really do.
 For a time these two were my only friends in the whole world. 
Largely because of them I'm here with you today."

Turning to the children she asked, "But why me?  I'm not a
qualified teacher.  I'm just a kid!"

Now it was Andy's turn.  "Because, darling Bobbie, you're the
only one who _could_ teach us.  Ken and I talked it over with all
of the other kids and you're the only one we want."

There was the warmest, most loving smile on her face as she
continued, "Of course, Kenny and I knew you, but the other kids
didn't.  They all met you on Maui over Christmas and that settled
it.  You're so kind and loving and wise.  Moreover, we all have
the feeling that you actually like being with us.  Heaven knows,
we always have a wonderful time with you, but we think you
actually enjoy our company, too.  Don't you?"

"Darling, I don't know how it's going to work out, but I _do_
enjoy your company.  You and your friends are the nicest,
sweetest, smartest young people in the world!  I love being with
you."  Then with a grin she said, "Now that I've taken the job,
what's next?"

With a beaming smile the two children said in unison, "Now we
tell Gram, Mom and the others!"  They got up from their seats and
the children led the way towards the door.

Tom held back slightly and whispered to Bobbie, "Darling, I think
it's absolutely wonderful!  You'll be great!"  Then he took her
in his arms and, ignoring the other diners, melted her with a
passionate kiss.

When one of the nearby diners quipped, "Why don't you just marry
her?"

Tom replied with a friendly grin, "I did!  Over six months ago. 
Isn't she great?"  The man replied with a warm smile that she
certainly was.

To her great relief, Bobbie found that Ali Clifford was wildly
enthusiastic about the idea.  It turned out that she and her
colleagues had been worrying about school now that the older
children had reached the age where the
mandatory-school-attendance laws took effect.

The initial class would be quite small: Laura Benson, Susan
Carlson, Andrea Cartwright, Karen Chan, Celeste's daughter; Ken
Clifford, Betsy Clifford, Joan's daughter; Charley Conrad and
Mike Morris.  It came as no surprise to Bobbie to learn that all
of the children could read very well.  Moreover, arrangements had
been made to partition off an end of the nursery for use as a
school room.  Chalkboards were already being installed and school
furniture was being delivered that afternoon.

When Kenny expressed surprise, Ali merely raised an eyebrow and
said, "Kenny, don't you know by now that mommies know
_everything?"_  The little boy just grinned and shook his head.

That night Bobbie and Tom spent the whole time talking about the
school and what she should teach -- and how.  The more they
talked, the more frightened Bobbie became.  She realized that she
knew absolutely nothing about teaching.  Finally Tom suggested
that she concentrate on fundamentals: reading, writing and
arithmetic.  Since that seemed pretty simple, that's what she
decided to do.

Arriving at the office at eight o'clock the next morning, she was
greeted by Judy Morris and Sandy Benson.  Escorting her into the
conference room, which she had learned was the Firm's
multipurpose room, they had coffee and just chatted.  Both women
were elated at the idea of Bobbie running a school.  Shortly
before nine, the two women excused themselves and Bobbie made her
way over to look at the classroom.

She was delighted with what she found.  But before she even had a
chance thoroughly to examine her surroundings, the door opened. 
The first people to come in were Sandy Benson and her daughter,
Laura.  Bobbie's heart turned over as she realized how
beautifully dressed the little girl was for her first day at
school.

Holding the little girl's hand, Sandy brought her up to Bobbie's
desk at the front of the room and said, "Mrs. Conroy, this is my
daughter, Laura.  She is one of your new students."

When she looked at her daughter, the little girl beamed at
Bobbie, made a beautiful curtsy and said, "How do you do, Mrs.
Conroy.  I am Laura Benson and I'm delighted to be one of your
pupils."

Dropping to her knees Bobbie took the little girl in her arms and
hugged her.  Whispering in her ear she said, "Laura Benson, I'm
delighted to have you!"

Then she kissed the girl full on the lips and marveled again at
the kiss she received in return.  It was loaded with love,
innocence and the purest goodness.  When she released Laura, she
found that now all of the children were lined up with their
mothers.  She was delighted to find that Judy Morris's husband,
Mike, had come, too, to escort his son on his first day of
school.  Bobbie knew that Michael Morris was a Medal of Honor
winner.  His son, Mike, Jr., looked a great deal like Kenny
Clifford with the same golden-blonde hair and brilliant blue
eyes.

Then she saw Celeste Chan bringing in her daughter, Karen.  The
girl was an oriental beauty with enormous gray eyes and
incredibly delicate features.  The little girl made the most
beautifully graceful curtsy Bobbie had ever seen.  A lump came to
her throat as she realized the incredible level of love and
attention the mothers had lavished on their children.  In every
case, the children displayed a level of manners Bobbie thought
had become obsolete with the death of Queen Victoria.

After shaking hands politely and expressing great pleasure in
being in Bobbie's class, the woman could see a question in the
young girl's eyes.  "The answer is yes, Karen," Bobbie said with
a loving smile, "now what is the question?"

The little girl looked startled for a moment and then beamed the
most beautiful smile Bobbie had ever seen and asked, "Since my
Aunt Marie has gone to God, Mrs. Conroy, will you be my aunt now?
 I certainly think of Uncle Tom as my uncle and now that you're
married, doesn't that make you my aunt?"  The little girl paused
for a moment and gave Bobbie and impish grin and continued, "You
may not know it, but my father is an only child, so when Aunt
Marie died, I lost my only aunt.  Will you be my aunt now? 
Please?"

Dropping to her knees Bobbie took the girl into her arms, hugged
her tightly, and then kissed her.  Karen wrapped her arms and
returned the kiss with an incredible depth of purity and love. 
_My God!_  Bobbie thought. _All of these children are the same. 
They are so full of love and purity and innocence._

Then she replied, "Darling Karen, I would love to be your aunt. 
But are you really sure?  You know that being related to the
teacher isn't usually a very good thing.  I will expect you to be
extra good, you know.  Are you sure you want that?"

"Oh, Aunt Bobbie, it's even worse than that.  Grandfather says
that the worst thing a person can ever do is to do something that
brings dishonor to her family.  I talked with him before I asked
you and he reminded me how important it would be for me to excel
in any class taught by a relative.  I assured him that I would,
and I promise you the same thing.  I will not disappoint you."

Then with her eyes wide she added, "I expect to be severely
punished, Aunt Bobbie, any time I fail to excel.  I don't mean
fail to do an assignment, or -- Heaven forbid -- fail a test.  I
mean any time I fail to excel.  I will observe very carefully, so
any time I remove my pants and come up to your desk, you must
spank me at least ten times as hard as you can.  Promise?"

At that poor Bobbie began to cry.  "Good heavens, Karen, why
would you do that?  My darling, you can't think I will get any
pleasure from spanking you, do you?"

"Of course not, Aunt Bobbie.  But neither does Mother or Dad, but
they do it anyway whenever I'm naughty."

Tears appeared at the corners of her eyes as she added, "It's
very simple, really.  When I'm good, it makes my parents very
happy.  When I'm bad, they punish me but it makes them feel far
worse than it does me.  So I try to be good."

Bobbie was still on her knees so the little girl whispered in her
ear, "Actually, I'm the same as Andy.  Sometimes I'll be naughty
just so Mommy will punish me.  Then I get in bed with her and
kiss away her tears while she hugs me and tells me how sorry she
is for hurting me.  You can't believe how much I love her...  Or
how much I love you."

The little girl then kissed Bobbie's ear and then gave her
another lingering kiss full on the lips.  Again its power almost
knocked her over.

Rising to her feet she held out her hand to Celeste and said, "If
I'm Karen's aunt, I guess that makes me your sister-in-law,
doesn't it?"

"No, darling Bobbie, _it does not!"_ Celeste exclaimed.  "It
makes you my sister.  Period!"  Then with a warm smile she added,
"Now please give your older sister a kiss.  Please?"

Suddenly Bobbie began to bawl.  She took Celeste into her arms
and hugged her for dear life as she whispered, "Why Celeste?  Why
did it happen?  I would have gladly donated my heart to be
transplanted into Marie's body.  Why did God have to take her? 
Oh, why?"

"Bobbie, she has joined our parents and our schoolmates in
Heaven.  The months she had with Tom were the happiest of her
life.  In just a few short months, he created a level of
happiness for her that most women never achieve in a lifetime.  I
know how happy you are with Tom and how happy and fulfilled he is
in your arms.  It is what Marie so desperately wanted.  Believe
me when I say that she is watching over you right now."

 Drawing back a short way so she could look into Bobbie's eyes
she added, "Darling Bobbie, please believe me when I tell you
that she loved you nearly as much as she loved Tom."

She paused and added, "The virginal blood dried on the linen
cloth that you presented to Hank Conroy was a gift from Marie, as
well.  She knew you were as pure of heart as any virgin alive, so
she merely restored the physical manifestation.  That was her
wedding gift to you, as you were her wedding gift to Tom.  Can
you accept that?  Please?"  Bobbie could only nod as Celeste took
a tissue from her pocket and carefully wiped Bobbie's eyes for
her.

When the introductions were complete, the parents stood at the
back of the room to watch the opening ceremonies.  First, she
asked the children to please kneel and led them in an opening
prayer.  Then she took the American flag down from its holder and
gave it to Mike Morris to hold while the class said the Pledge of
Allegiance and then sang the National Anthem.  Tears came to
Bobbie's eyes as she saw Mike Morris standing at the back of the
room standing at strict attention and holding a meticulous salute
as his son so proudly held the flag.

The days that followed were truly remarkable.  Although all of
the children could read very well, they had not been taught to
write, although they all wrote using a computer.  Obtaining some
books on teaching handwriting, Bobbie spent hours with the
children as they practiced shaping their letters over and over.

One morning, when she entered the conference room for her morning
coffee, she found Sandy Benson pretending to glare at her.  "What
did I do this time?" she asked.

"You kept me up half the night is what you did," her new friend
replied.  "Jack and I were dying to get into bed -- my cunt was
running like a damned river -- but could we?  Oh, no!  We had to
stay up practicing penmanship with Laura.  Barbara Bradley
Conroy, you have one hell of a nerve!  Can you believe it? _Jack
and I_ have to work on _our_ penmanship!  (Of course mine used to
be totally illegible.) There we were, sitting around the kitchen
table -- while my cunt is killing me and I'm drowning the kitchen
floor with my juices, while we shape letters!

"Just for that, lady, you can come over to the house and wash the
kitchen floor!"  Then she grinned and added, "I'll bet you didn't
know that love juices dissolve floor wax, did you?"  Bobbie just
laughed uproariously and kissed Sandy soundly.

One morning after the school had been operating for just a week,
Bobbie found a number of people waiting for her when she entered
the classroom.  Ali Clifford was waiting with them and introduced
her to April Jackson who was there with her husband, Ron, and
their daughter, Casey.  Kathy Cartwright and her husband, Bill,
were also there with their daughter, Cynthia.  Ali explained that
they had recently acquired a Los Angeles bank and April, Kathy
and Bill had come out from Chicago Trust Company to run it.

After greeting the children -- Casey was a black girl with skin
the color of light chocolate milk, the warmest brown eyes Bobbie
had ever seen along with the most beautifully wavy black hair,
while Cynthia -- called Cindy -- had light brown hair, emerald
green eyes and utterly gorgeous Eurasian features -- Bobbie
assigned them to seats and then greeted their parents.

She already knew about Bill Cartwright.  A veteran of Army
Special Forces, he had been imprisoned and tortured by the North
Vietnamese for fourteen years.  His wife, Kathy, had met him when
he was imprisoned and when she was only ten years old.

When Bobbie looked at Bill Cartwright, tears came to her eyes and
she said, "Mr. Cartwright, I can't tell you what it means to have
your daughter in my class.  The courage you -- and your wife --
displayed is an inspiration to us all.  Thank you for enrolling
her in our school."

Shaking her head Bobbie added, "You know, this class is utterly
unbelievable.  We have only ten students, yet we have children of
men who, among them, have received _four_ Medals of Honor.  I am
truly honored!"

Bill looked at her closely and then, to her great surprise, took
her into his arms and kissed her.  Bobbie almost fell over as an
incredible wave of the purest love swept over her.  When he
released her, she continued to hold on with her arms around his
neck to keep from falling down.

"Barbara Conroy, you're one of God's most perfect people.  It is
a great honor and privilege for Kathy and me to enroll our
daughter in your school.  I hope she doesn't let you down."

"If she has a tiny fraction of the courage, bravery and brains of
her parents, she couldn't possibly," Bobbie replied.  "And I'm
sure she will make you both very proud."

Classes continued with drills, exercises and debates.  Bobbie
found herself assigning whole books for the children to read over
a weekend.  She initially focused on American history,
particularly the colonial period through the Constitution.  She
decided that it was easier to establish the principles of our
republic, go back to the ancient Egyptians, and then come
forward, showing where the ideas in the Declaration of
Independence and the Constitution came from.

She realized that she would have to teach both Greek and Latin. 
Her plan was to read Aristotle, Plato, Socrates and Herodotus in
the original Greek and C`sar, Livy, Plutarch, Cicero and
Lucretius in Latin.

Bobbie found she loved teaching.  The children were utterly
delightful.  To her initial surprise she found that, not only did
they carefully do all the assignments, they began to do outside
research.  The result was almost every day there were marvelous
debates in the class.  After a couple of weeks Bobbie organized
them in debate fashion which the children loved.

Most important and most gratifying was the way in which there
were differing opinions on certain issues but the debates showed
a clash of great intellects.  Although they occasionally got loud
they never got personal.  Bobbie moderated the debates and
occasionally interjected a comment or a question.  It was a joy
to her to see the young minds develop and broaden.  Although she
already knew that she had some of the smartest young students in
the world, she loved the feeling she got watching the children
open up like flowers in the sunshine.

For the first time Bobbie had a career purpose in life: she found
that she adored teaching young children.  Moreover, she was
gratified to learn from the parents how excited the children were
at the prospect of learning.  Remarkably, they seemed sto resent
holidays.  For Bobbie herself it was intensely exciting to see
the enthusiasm and joy every day in her students.

The school continued to develop.  Every day there were exercise
periods using the health club in the building and a nap time in
the afternoon.  The children had sleeping bags and Bobbie very
soon bought one of her own.  After the first couple of days, in
response to a request from Andy, Bobbie began to nap with one of
the children each day.  The first day, Andy herself slept with
Bobbie.  Stripped bare, Andy crawled into the sleeping bag and
lay on top of Bobbie.

While she ran her fingers lightly over the little girl's perfect
body, Andy was doing the same thing to her.  Although her eyes
were half-closed, she pulled herself up so her mouth was over
Bobbie's.  Then she gave the woman a kiss of the purest love and
said, "Darling Bobbie, I love you so much!"

Then she moved down and almost immediately fell asleep using one
of Bobbie's beautiful tits for a pillow.  Bobbie soon found that
all of the children loved the sensation of sleeping on her and
she found that it provided her with a wonderful sensation, as
well.

When it was Casey Jackson's turn, the beautiful girl kissed her
and then fell asleep on top of her.  On awakening the girl stared
into Bobbie's eyes and said, "You don't really care that I'm
black, do you?  No!  That's not right!  You don't even _know_
that I'm black.  To you, Mrs. Conroy, I'm just a little girl,
aren't I?"

"No, Casey.  You're not just a little girl.  You're a beautiful,
warm, loving creature of God!  I know that your parents must be
very proud of you.  You're essentially perfect!"

The little girl pulled herself up on Bobbie's body until her eyes
were peering directly into hers.  After studying her for a few
moments, the girl said, "No, Mrs. Conroy, you are.  Never have
children had a teacher like you.  You love us, nurture us, care
for us and make us do things we don't think we're capable of
doing.  But we can and we do.  No, Mrs. Conroy, it's not us --
it's you!"

Bobbie just shook her head in demurral.*Chapter 17*

John Callaway leaned back in his chair in his oak-paneled
judicial chambers, took off his glasses and closed his eyes.  His
headache -- an ever-present companion these days -- had increased
in intensity again.  Although only fifty-four years old, Callaway
had already retired as a justice of the California Court of
Appeals for medical reasons.  No one except his doctor and
himself knew the reason: he was dying of cancer.

Complaining of headaches, he had gone to see his doctor almost a
year earlier.  After a series of tests failed to reveal any
problem, a CAT scan was ordered.  The look on his doctor's face
when he entered John's hospital room showed instantly that there
was a big problem.  A needle biopsy later confirmed how big a
problem it was: there was an inoperable malignant tumor growing
at the base of his brain.

Subsequent CAT scans demonstrated how fast the tumor was growing
and, as a result, pressing the brain up against his skull.  It
was this internal pressure that was causing his headaches.  I
guess it's a small thing,_ he thought. _I guess headaches beat
death._  And yet, for him, death in the immediate future was a
certainty.  When he saw his doctor two days earlier the prognosis
was less than three months to live -- possibly much less.

Callaway thought of his daughter-in-law, Kelly, and his two
beautiful granddaughters, Kirsten and Jamie.  Then he almost
cried thinking of his son, John, Jr., who had been killed in
action as a fighter pilot in Kuwait.  Although the war had been
mercifully brief and Allied casualties were far lower than even
the lowest advance forecasts, it was small consolation when his
son -- his only child -- was one of them.

Kelly was herself an orphan and an only child.  Because his wife
had died years earlier, now John was -- aside from her beautiful
daughters -- her only living relative.  It was largely because of
Kelly and his desire to try to build up the value of his estate
for her that he had accepted the present special assignment in
the Trial Department of the Superior Court for Los Angeles County
to help clear up its enormous backlog of cases.  As a retired
appellate court judge he was given especially tough ones.

Putting on his glasses he opened the file in front of him and
looked at it again.  The case was _The State of California vs.
Barbara Conroy, et al._  It had been initiated by the state
Department of Instruction and contended that Barbara Conroy was
operating a school without a license, was totally unqualified to
teach, and then continued on and on in the same vein.  He had not
even bothered to count the number of complaints.

Callaway shook his head, closed the file, and put on his judicial
robes.  As the office clock read exactly ten o'clock, he opened
the door from his chambers and entered the courtroom.  He smiled
inwardly as he heard the bailiff already completing his
introduction.  The bailiff knew that John was extraordinarily
punctual so when a case was called for ten o'clock he knew that
Callaway would appear on the stroke of the hour.

With a great effort of will the judge wiped the throbbing
headache from his mind and turned his attention to the case at
hand.  After taking his seat, he looked around the oak-paneled
courtroom paying particular attention to the people sitting at
the plaintiff's and defendant's tables.

At the plaintiff's table he focused on the woman sitting between
three people who were obviously lawyers for the Department of
Instruction, and found that he disliked her on sight.  Although
she was standing for his entry into the courtroom -- the bailiff
had ordered, "All please rise" -- he couldn't tell how tall she
was because of her terrible posture and the way her body slumped,
but he thought she was about five feet five.  Guessing, he placed
her age somewhere in the forties.  Her figure appeared dumpy and
she wore her nondescript-colored hair -- mostly mousy gray --
back in a severe bun.  The woman's face reminded him of the blade
of an axe and this impression was reinforced by her rimless
eyeglasses coupled with the figure-hiding shapeless gray suit she
was wearing.

Turning his attention to the defendant's table, his jaw almost
dropped.  Standing there was the most beautiful young woman he
had ever seen in his life.  Standing very erect, she was very
tall and slim -- Callaway guessed at least five feet eight.  A
deep golden tan was set off by the white sleeveless dress she was
wearing that was tailored to her perfect figure.  Even at his
distance he could see that she had brilliant blue eyes that
complemented her rich golden-blonde hair worn very short in a
boy's haircut.

_That woman would never be confused for a man in a million
years!_  he thought.  Aside from her brilliant blue eyes, the
only element of color other than the gold of her body was the
crimson red of her lips which was matched by the crimson of a
necklace and bracelet she was wearing.  Moreover, even her lip
color appeared to be natural.  He had a feeling that she was
wearing no makeup of any kind, not even lipstick.

Standing beside her at the table were two of the most beautiful
children he had ever seen.  The little girl had emerald-green
eyes with hair so blonde it was almost white.  The small boy had
hair and eyes like the woman's.  When the bailiff announced that
all could be seated, the judge was amazed to see the boy
carefully hold the chair for the woman first and then for the
girl.  After seating the women he took his own seat.  All then
looked attentively at him.

The opening comments were made by an attorney for the state. 
Callaway tuned him out as he droned on, citing numerous rules and
regulations by their technical definitions: article 121, section
B, subsection (1) paragraphs (c), (d), and (e).  Callaway almost
went to sleep.

When the lawyer finished his seemingly interminable opening
statement, the young woman at the defendant's table rose to her
feet and approached the bench.  "Your Honor," she said with a
warm smile, "I am Barbara Bradley Conroy, the primary defendant
in this case.  Although I'm not completely certain -- I tend to
get lost in the educationists' tendentious verbiage -- it seems
that the complaint boils down to their contention that my pupils
are not in an environment where learning can take place.

"Well, sir, I have here a package of tests published by the
Educational Testing Service of Princeton, New Jersey.  As you no
doubt know, ETS also publishes the SAT's, the LSAT's and the
BSAT's.  I believe that its stature as a publisher of aptitude
and achievement tests is unquestioned.  Rather than go through a
lengthy trial, why don't we just give a test to three of my
pupils, along with Ms. Kramer -- Callaway hid his grin behind his
hand when he heard the young woman emphasize the word, Miz -- who
represents the state Department of Instruction and is sitting at
the plaintiff's table, along with a couple of her attorneys.  Why
don't we see if my students have learned anything?"

Instantly there was an objection from the state's counsel. 
Listening to it Callaway realized that it boiled down to the fact
that they did not know exactly which test was to be administered.
 When Mrs. Conroy answered the question, the objection was
restated on the grounds that the test was not used in the state
of California.  Upon questioning, Kramer admitted that the test
was regularly employed in forty-seven other states.

Mrs. Conroy then said that it was because the test was _not_ used
in California that she offered it.  "I don't want to use a test
with which Ms. Kramer might be completely familiar," she said. 
"Moreover," she continued, "the reason it's not used is that it
is -- by far -- the most expensive test of its kind in use.  The
State doesn't feel like spending the money."

"That's an utterly absurd statement!" Roberta Kramer exclaimed. 
"That test has never been proven to be sufficiently superior to
several others to warrant --"

"As I said, they don't want to spend the money," Bobbie repeated
dryly.  Again Callaway stifled a grin behind his hand.  After
overruling the objection and ordering the test to be
administered, again Mrs. Conroy approached the bench.

"Your Honor," she said, "the packaging used for these tests is
rather special.  It is designed to be essentially tamper-proof. 
It is virtually impossible to open the envelope without leaving a
sign of tampering.  When I ordered the exams, I told the people
at Princeton that I hoped to use them in the courtroom today. 
Accordingly, one of their security experts is standing by
awaiting your call.  He or she will talk you through the rather
complex process of opening the test package to ensure that it has
never been opened from the time it was packed up in Princeton. 
Would you care to retire to your chambers to make the call?  We
will pay for it, of course."

Callaway was both puzzled and curious.  Accompanied by the people
from both tables, he went back to his chambers and placed the
call.

Following an elaborate procedure designed to ensure him that he
was talking to the Educational Testing Service and to reassure
them that they were speaking with a judge of the California
Superior Court, he was connected with the man who had been
awaiting his call.  Following his step-by-step directions,
Callaway opened the outer envelope, then a triple-sealed inner
envelope.  He even verified the presence of a tiny multicolored
thread that was around the tests and secured to the envelope
itself.  After verifying that it was intact he finally reached
the test booklets, the accompanying answer sheets and the answer
template.

When all preparations were complete, he looked up and found
everyone looking at him.  The judge was amazed at the difference
in attitudes.  The lawyers and Ms. Kramer were both defensive and
upset.  Mrs. Conroy and the two children all seemed to be
enjoying themselves immensely.  He did not visibly react when
Mrs. Conroy gave him a wink and a quick grin as if to signify
that the two of them were privy to a little joke.

As they returned to the courtroom he asked the woman, "Mrs.
Conroy, if you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"

"I'm nineteen, your Honor.  I hope that doesn't get me in any
more trouble."  Then with another quick grin she added, "And
everyone calls me Bobbie.  I hope you will, too."

After ensuring that the state representatives were out of earshot
he said softly, "No, it certainly does not get you into any
trouble.  And you are the most incredibly beautiful young woman
it has ever been my good fortune to meet!"  Only then did he
notice and comment on the handmade nature of the crimson necklace
she was wearing.

Bobbie smiled warmly and told him she had made it on her
honeymoon from crimson coral she had gathered herself.  Looking
at the children beside, her he added, "These two children are the
most beautiful, most perfectly-behaved young people I have ever
seen, as well."  With a quick grin he said, "They're almost as
beautiful as my granddaughters!"

The smile Bobbie gave him in reply almost melted him to the
floor.  "I'm sure you're justifiably proud!" she exclaimed in a
whisper.  Then in her normal voice she asked, "If we could take
just a moment, could I introduce my pupils to you?"  Callaway
instantly agreed, so Bobbie said, "Your Honor, it is my pleasure
to introduce Andrea Cartwright.  Andy, this is Judge John
Callaway."

Callaway almost fell over when the girl made a graceful and
perfect curtsy, then said in the warmest, most beautiful voice he
had ever heard, "Good morning, Judge Callaway.  It is a privilege
to meet you and to have you hearing our case."  With that she
extended her small hand.

Instead of shaking her hand Callaway dropped to one knee, took
the little girl's hand and lightly kissed it.  The little girl's
eyes widened as she realized what he was doing.  Then he said
softly, "Miss Cartwright, it is truly my pleasure."  Giving in to
an impulse, he took the girl into his arms and gave her a light
kiss on the lips.  At least it was intended to be light, but when
he pulled her close, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed
him and then worked her lips on his.  Callaway held her tightly
realizing that the incredible power of this little girl's kiss
almost knocked him down.

He felt the most remarkable sensation of the purest love flowing
from his lips throughout his body.  Finally he released her and
said softly, "I didn't know the half of it, did I?  Young lady,
you are unbelievable!"  As he said it he realized that the girl's
bright green eyes were locked on his in the most penetrating gaze
he had ever seen.  It was as if she was looking directly into his
soul.

She continued to look into his eyes as Bobbie said, "Your honor,
it is my pleasure to introduce Andrea's uncle, Kenneth Clifford.
Kenny, this is Judge John Callaway."  This time the judge was
prepared when the little boy made a perfect bow and then extended
his hand which the judge took in his.  In spite of how small the
boy's hand was, he still had a very firm grip.

"How do you do, Judge Callaway," the little boy said.  "It is a
great honor and pleasure to meet you."

When the judge again dropped down on one knee, the little boy
gave a little yelp and threw himself into the judge's
outstretched arms.  He, too, melted his lips against Callaway's
and again the judge was almost knocked down by the power of the
subsequent kiss.  Regaining his feet, he realized that they were
hidden from the courtroom by his bench and was glad of it.

As the children returned to the defendant's table he said, "Mrs.
Conroy, doesn't one of the Beatitudes say, 'Blessed are the pure
of heart?'  Now I know what the phrase means.  Those children are
incredible -- and a real tribute to you as a teacher."

"Thank you, Your Honor," Bobbie replied, "but it's not me.  They
are tributes to their loving parents and the upbringing they have
received.  The only thing I do is try not to undermine what their
parents have done and are doing."  Then with a warm smile she
added, "Of course, when they kiss me I immediately think about
the concept of Sanctifying Grace.  They really are wonderful
children, though."

With a quick smile she returned to her table while Callaway
returned to the bench. When he was again seated, he noticed
Roberta Kramer was on her feet waiting to address him.  As soon
as he looked her way she said, "If we must put up with this...
this idiocy of testing, we insist that Mrs. Conroy herself be
tested.  After all, a part of our contention is that she is
totally unqualified to teach."

When she looked at her, Bobbie said, "I have no problem with
taking the test.  In fact, Ms. Kramer is free to choose which of
my pupils will participate, if she wishes."  Kramer did not, so
Bobbie designated Andy, Ken and Casey Jackson.

The little black girl beamed at being selected and came forward
from the spectator seats.  Without stopping at the table, she
came around to the bench where Callaway spun his chair around to
greet her.  Casey was beautifully dressed in a brown-and-white
striped pinafore.  With her beautiful brown eyes, wavy brown hair
and light milk-chocolate coloring she was beautiful.

After a perfect deep curtsy, she extended her hand and said, "How
do you do, Judge Callaway.  My name is Casey Jackson and I am
delighted to meet you."

Callaway took her hand and kissed it.  When he raised his head he
saw the girl's eyes widen with wonder and pleasure.  "Miss
Jackson, the pleasure is all mine.  Are you ready to take the
test?"

"Oh yes, sir," the girl replied.  "And I certainly hope to do
well.  I don't want my parents to be disappointed."  Then her
eyes widened again as she added, "My grandparents are here today,
too, from Chicago.  I have to do well for them."

As the little girl went to join her friends at the counsel table
Callaway reflected on what he had heard about the breakdown of
black families.  Clearly, this was not one of them.  Moreover, it
was clear that the power of the family was a major positive
influence on the girl as it appeared to be on all of the
children.

The court clerk had finished reading the testing instructions --
she was administering the test -- when Bobbie said, "Your honor,
this test takes ninety minutes.  Wouldn't it be better for us to
go off somewhere to take it so we don't waste the court's time?"

"Mrs. Conroy," Callaway replied, "this is a special session of
the trial court that hears only a very limited number of rather
special cases.  I have no other cases scheduled for today and
frankly, I would rather watch."  Motioning around the courtroom
he said, "As you can see, the numbers of spectators is already
large and still growing.  It's obvious that others are interested
as well."  With a warm smile he added, "Shall we get going?"

When all of the materials had been given out and they were
awaiting the order to begin, the judge saw Bobbie extend her
hands towards the children seated beside her.  Andy and Ken
immediately took one and extended their free hands to Casey. 
After the four all joined hands Bobbie bowed her head and the
three children followed suit.  At that point Kramer demanded,
"What _are_ you doing over there?"

Completing her prayer Bobbie released the children's hands and
said, "Praying.  What did it look like we were doing?  Since we
believe that the only good things come from God, we were asking
him for his help and guidance.  Do you mind?"

"Well...!  Really!  Haven't you heard of the separation of church
and state?" Kramer replied.

"Oh," Bobbie said, "You mean the First Amendment?  'Congress
shall pass no law respecting an establishment of religion _or
prohibiting the free exercise thereof;...'_ (The emphasis was
Bobbie's.)  Ms. Kramer, we were just exercising our
constitutionally-guaranteed right of free exercise."  Then with a
malicious little grin she added, "The Constitution of the United
States is a truly remarkable document.  You really should get
around to reading it someday."

Again Callaway concealed a grin. _Why is it that I'm certain
Kramer is grossly overmatched,_ he wondered.

As the seven people worked on the test, the judge looked at the
two tables and again suppressed a grin.  At the plaintiff's table
Kramer and her attorneys were clearly having heavy going. 
Already the bailiff had had to speak to them twice about
cheating.  Meanwhile, Mrs. Conroy and her children seemed to be
sailing right through it.  The children seemed very interested in
the test and were apparently enjoying themselves.

Then he concentrated his attention on Bobbie and did a
double-take.  He suddenly realized that she was going through it
at an incredible rate of speed.  Her pace seemed to be controlled
solely by the length of time it took her to mark her answer
sheet.  When she finished it and turned it in to the clerk, she
came up to the bench.

"Your Honor," she said, "when the test is scored, I would
appreciate it if you or one of your staff would call Princeton
again.  You see, I gave the expected answers but my kids aren't
experienced enough to know what is expected.  They will give the
correct answers."

She then went on to list three questions by number, indicate the
"expected answer" -- i.e., the answer-sheet answer, the correct
answer and then explain the reason for the difference.  After
making careful notes, he retired to his chambers and placed the
call.  This time it required a series of transfers to different
people to explain the situation.  Finally, they took his number
and agreed to call back within thirty minutes.

When the call came in, the bailiff took it and then motioned to
the judge.  It came as no surprise to learn that Mrs. Conroy was
absolutely correct.  Finally the administrator in Princeton said,
"Judge, it's a problem we have, particularly in science where our
knowledge is exploding.  Too often, the high-school book answer
is obsolete -- or in a few cases, completely wrong -- in terms of
advanced scientific knowledge.  The specific answer to your
question, though, is that we will accept either answer.  However,
the corrected answers that you mentioned are, in fact, the
far-more-accurate ones."

By the time he completed the call and returned to the courtroom
the examination time was up, the tests had been collected and the
clerk was using the template to grade the papers.  When she
finished with the defendants' papers she used the scoring booklet
to convert the raw scores to age- and grade-adjusted values.

Looking puzzled, she brought the materials up to the bench. 
"Your Honor, there are no adjusted scores high enough for their
raw scores -- they're too high.  Mrs. Conroy's paper is perfect.
The children had a number of answers wrong, particularly in
science and advanced mathematics, but there is no adjusted value
even for theirs.  Do you want to call Princeton again?"

Callaway grinned and winked at her, then again called the testing
company.  This time he asked for the woman with whom he had just
been speaking.  Although he did not know her position, he
accurately guessed that she was quite senior in the organization.
 When he reached, her he quickly explained the situation.  Her
first questions were regarding test security.  After explaining
how he opened the materials following step-by-step instructions,
she put his call on hold for a few minutes.

When she returned on the line, it was obvious that she had
verified what he had just told her and had been reassured about
test security.  Then she said, "Judge, those young people have
just broken the bank.  They have gone far over the limits of the
test.  And then a _perfect_ test!  That's theoretically possible,
but it never happens.  Obviously today it did.  I'm certain any
college or university in the country would be delighted to have
them.  Do you know where they are applying?"

"Ms. Larson," the judge replied, "They are not applying anywhere.
 The students are only six years old and are in the first grade!
The perfect score was achieved by their teacher who's a young
woman only nineteen years old.  I think she has completed three
college semesters.  Remarkable, aren't they?"

After a few moments of silence, while Larson digested what he had
said, she declared, "I repeat what I just said: any college or
university in the country would be delighted to have them _today_
-- in spite of being only six years old!"

Returning to the courtroom he found that the clerk had graded the
other tests.  Kramer's results put her at the top of the bottom
quintile of high-school seniors.  The lawyers did substantially
better with one of them achieving the top quintile.  When the
results were announced Kramer said that all it tested were "mere
facts."

Callaway just shook his head and recessed the court for lunch.

As he left the bench, he found Andy and Ken waiting for him. 
After glancing at one another, Ken looked up at the judge with
his eyes wide and asked, "Your Honor, would it be possible for
Andy and me to talk to you for a few minutes in your chambers...
alone?"

Because he had been so impressed with the children he instantly
agreed.  Entering his office, he went behind his desk and sat
down, while the two children brought over chairs so they could
sit close to him.  After another exchange of looks Kenny nodded
and Andy took the lead.  "Those headaches are awful, aren't they?
 Can... can anything be done?"

Utterly stunned at the question, Callaway could only shake his
head.

Then the girl asked, "Judge, could Kenny hold your hands and look
into your eyes for a moment?"  Again the judge agreed.  Ken rose
from his chair, stood before the judge, held the man's hands in
his and then stared deeply into his eyes.  Andy, knowing what to
look for, winced when she saw Kenny's eyes widen, tears appear at
the corners, and then as he sadly shook his head just once.

When the boy was back in his seat, Andy asked, "When, Kenny?"

"I don't know exactly, Andy.  You know... we're both the same
way.  We're still exploring our powers."  He shook his head and
said, "No more than thirty days and probably much less --
possibly less than a week."

"But that will leave Kelly all alone with those poor girls, won't
it?"

Tears started to stream from her eyes as she added, "She has
scarcely recovered from Jack's death as it is."  Then looking at
Callaway she said, "She doesn't know about your illness, does
she?  Your death will come as a complete shock, won't it?"

The judge could only nod sadly as tears came to his eyes.  For
some reason the incredible knowledge of these two small children
didn't surprise him at all.  He jerked up straight at Andy's next
words: "Judge Callaway, could... would you allow us to try to
help you?"

"You?  Help me?" he exclaimed.  "But how?  And why?"  Shaking his
head he said, "Kids, it's only fair to tell you that the doctors
gave up long ago.  What can you possibly do?"

"It's an inoperable malignant tumor, isn't it?" Andy said.  He
only nodded.  "The answer to the second question is that we don't
know.  Possibly nothing.  But do you have anything more tolose?"

Callaway just shook his head.

Getting down from their chairs, the children knelt on the floor,
held hands and used their free hand to each hold one of the
judge's.  With her head bowed Andy prayed softly, "Oh God,
through your infinite power and mercy, please spare the life of
your servant, John Callaway.  He has tried to live his life in
accordance with your laws.  He raised a wonderful son who married
a beautiful girl who, in turn, has presented him with lovely
daughters.  His son, Jack, gave his life in the service of his
country.  Now his daughter-in-law, Kelly, is about to lose her
only surviving adult relative.  God, she will be so terribly
lonely.  Please don't do this to her.  Please spare the life of
your servant, we pray.  We ask this in the name of your divine
son, Jesus Christ, our savior.  Please God?"

Callaway was holding Andy's hand tightly with his right hand and
Ken's with his left.  Completing her prayer, he could feel the
girl's fingers squeeze his with all of her might while the boy
did the same thing.  Suddenly he had the strangest feeling in his
head.  It was as if water was running out of a container.  His
skull, which had been under constantly increasing internal
pressure, seemed to relax.  Pressure behind his eyes reduced and
then disappeared.

Looking at the two children he could see their eyes were closed
and both seemed to be concentrating intently on something.  After
the pressure disappeared, changes in his body continued. 
Remarkably, it was almost as if he was shedding years of age. 
_I'm growing *younger!*_  he thought. _But how can this be?_ 
Finally he felt as if he had shed almost twenty years of age.  It
was as if he was in his early thirties!

Remarkably, he felt wonderful -- better than he could ever
remember feeling.  When he felt the pressure on his fingers
released, he looked up and found that both children were looking
at him intently.

"Want to try again, Ken?" Andy asked softly.

The boy nodded and held both of the judge's hands in his and
again his eyes seemed to bore right through the judge's skull. 
This time he grinned, smiled warmly and said, "You're going to be
outrageously happy with Kelly for many, many years to come.  I'm
delighted."

The judge was utterly flabbergasted.  "But... But whathappened?"

Andy just shrugged and said, "God caused the tumor to disappear."
 Then with a little grin she added, "And, as an extra added
attraction for Kelly, he gave you back your body when you were
about thirty-two.  That's really how old you are now."

Then she looked into his eyes and with an impish smile asked,
"Would you do us one small favor?"

Callaway, although stunned, was starting to recover.  His sense
of humor came back powerfully and he replied skeptically, "Well,
it all depends.  I mean... After all, you only saved my life, for
heaven's sake.  It's not like you did anything really special for
me or anything...  But what?"

Hearing his words, Andy giggled.  It was the cutest, happiest
sound Callaway had ever heard.  Then with her eyes dancing, she
said "Tonight when you go home, please take Kelly in your arms
and kiss her solidly on the lips.  That's all."

"That's all?" the judge asked skeptically.

"That's all," she repeated.  Then she added, "There is one more
thing, though.  After that, just follow your instincts and her
leads.  Okay?"

"Okay!" he exclaimed.  "Now how about if I buy you two kids a
lunch?  Please?"

The two accepted gratefully and, after telling Bobbie what they
were doing, they went off to Callaway's club.  The lunch with the
two children was another remarkable experience.  He had never
encountered such manners and commented, "I thought manners like
yours went out with the death of Victoria.  I am overwhelmed!"

"Would you say that Kenny and I have been good children today?"
Andy asked innocently.

"Good!?" the judge exclaimed.  "The very best!  Your parents
should be very proud indeed."

"Would... Could... Please, would you tell our mothers?" Ken asked
shyly.

"Of course I will!  But why?" he asked.

"Because, sir, there's really nothing Andy or I -- or the other
kids -- can ever do for our parents.  And they are always doing
things for us.  The one thing we can do -- and it's what we try
to do -- is to be very good so they will be proud of us.

"You see, sir, when my mother is proud of me, she gives me her
sunshine smile full blast.  If you ever saw my mother's sunshine
smile you would know that it would light up the entire Los
Angeles Basin on a smoggy night.  Sir, there's nothing that makes
me happier than to be able to make my mother happy.  Perhaps
you'll see it yourself someday."

Looking at Andy, Callaway just saw her head nodding rapidly in
agreement.  As they were leaving the club the maitre d' whispered
to him, "Who _are_ those two little angels, judge?"

"Fred, I think you're right on the money!  They _are_ two little
angels!"

To be continued...

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