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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 6 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
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*Epilogue*

It was five years later and John Callaway was in his chambers. 
Although he had returned to the appellate bench, by coincidence
he was again serving in a special term of the Superior Court.  He
had just arrived, hung up his coat and was now checking his
calendar.  Seeing the notation penciled on it, he smiled.  Today
was the day Gloria Smith was to appear before him again.  Just
then, there was a knock on the door and he invited the visitor to
come in.

The door opened and Martha Bradford Garfield entered his office
with her huge tiger, King.  Following her in were Gloria Smith,
who had a baby in her arms, accompanied by a very large black
man; then Jane Carter and finally, April Jackson.  After they all
took seats, Callaway looked at Jane and said, "Well, Miss Carter,
what is the position of the District Attorney's Office in the
matter of _The People vs. Gloria Smith_ after five years?"

"It's Jane Barnes now, Your Honor.  I just returned from my
honeymoon."  Then she pretended to look hurt and added, "Doesn't
it even show...?  But as for your question, I would rather Gloria
tell you about herself and then I'll give you the State's
position."

"I'm sorry, Jane," Callaway replied trying to look contrite, "but
I thought that silly grin and distracted look was just the normal
appearance of all young women working as prosecutors in the DA's
office."

She grinned, pointed a finger at him like it was a pistol and
said, "Bang!  You're dead, sexist!"  Callaway laughed, then asked
Gloria what she had been doing.

"Judge," she said in a beautifully cultured voice, "I am now Mrs.
William Carson.  This is my husband, Bill, and my baby daughter,
Martha.  I'm sure it's obvious who she is named after.  In fact,
I am delighted to say that Marty and her husband, Don, consented
to be Martha's godparents."  Sitting up even straighter in her
chair she added, "I can't tell you how happy I am that Martha was
born before you send me to prison."

Then she began her recital of events: "What happened over the
last five years?  Well, first I served a period of slavery to
April, here.  And when I use the term, slavery, I use it
advisedly.  Never has a human been made to work as hard as they
worked me.  And it wasn't just April, either!  It was the whole
family.  Do you know who was the very worst?  Their daughter,
Casey!  She is a slave-driving terror."

Tears came to her eyes as she continued, "That little girl -- she
was only six years old at the time -- worked on me every single
night and all weekend long.  Do you know what she was doing?  She
was teaching me!  Arithmetic, geography, history, English,
religion...  Handwriting!  She made me shape letters hour after
hour after hour until my head spun.  But my writing did improve.

"Was that all?  Don't I wish!  She taught me manners, deportment,
bearing...  Could you imagine being naked and just walking back
and forth, back and forth while this little girl criticized
everything about me?  That's what I did and that's what shedid."

Then she smiled warmly and said, "But whenever I was about to
drop from sheer exhaustion, she would make me lie down flat on
the floor.  Then she would strip naked, climb on my body, hug me,
kiss me all over, and tell me what a wonderful job I was doing. 
I would feel so wonderfully warm and snugly and be about to fall
asleep.  Was I ever so lucky?  Oh... no!  She would pinch my
bottom hard, order me off my ass and back on my feet.  There was
so much more for me to learn and so little time for her to teach
me!

"Why all of this work, you might ask.  To fit me for my next job
-- a job about which I knew absolutely nothing.  After eight
months, Casey allowed as how I was ready.  What did that mean? 
Ready for what?  Well, it meant that I was prepared to be a
lending officer in April's bank.  That was impossible, of course.
 After all, I only finished the tenth grade.  But did that slow
down the little monster?  Hah!  Don't be ridiculous.

"Do you know what she made me do, Judge?  Can you possibly guess?
 She makes me take a whole set of College Boards -- the SAT's and
achievements."  Then her face fell as she added, "And I scored
800's... on all of them!  Is she finished yet?  Of course not! 
Now I take the BSAT -- the Business School Aptitude Test... and
score in the 99th percentile.

"'But I'm only a partially reconstructed prostitute!' I screamed.
 Little Miss Monster then ordered me to strip naked and follow
her into her room.  There she made me stand in front of a
full-length mirror and look at myself.  To my utter astonishment,
I see that I was naturally standing up straight with my tits
thrust out, and my nipples were as hard as little pebbles.

"Then she reached under her bed and pulled out a scrapbook -- or
sort of a scrapbook -- and made me follow her -- still naked, of
course -- to the library.  There she sits me down beside her and
goes through the book with me after first putting audio and video
tapes on the players.  What is the book?  To my astonishment, it
is a before-and-after scrapbook of Gloria Smith.  It turned out
that the audio tapes were of me speaking.  Everything about my
voice had changed -- particularly my vocabulary and sentence
structure.  My handwriting was now like Casey's own.  The video
tape showed me serving at the table, exercising, and just sitting
in a chair like a lady.

Finally she says, 'Miss Smith, now you're behaving like the real
lady you have been all along!'  Then she throws herself into my
arms and smothers me with kisses."

Looking at Callaway she said with tears now flowing in twin
streams down her cheeks and her voice cracking, "Do you know what
she did then?  She looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked,
'Miss Smith, I hope someday you will be able to find it in your
heart to forgive me for all of the things I have done to you. 
For all of the cruelty I inflicted on you, for all of the mean
things I have done to you!'"

Gloria stopped to try to regain control and then continued, "All
that little girl did -- and she was only seven years old at the
time -- was to take a cheap whore and make her look like a lady
-- an _educated lady_ -- in eight months!  Anyway, now I am a
vice president at the bank, although with Martha here, and facing
a long prison term, I'm sure that must now end.

"But are the Jacksons through with me yet?  Have I escaped?  Do
they leave me alone?  I should have been so lucky!  After almost
a year, I am introduced by Ron Jackson to Bill, here.  Bill
Carson, as you may know, is the free safety for the Los Angeles
Raiders.  He got to know Ron because both of them are perennial
All-Pros and play against each other in the Pro Bowl.  Anyway,
Ron told Bill he needed to clean up his act and to do it he
needed a good woman: me! _Me,_ Your Honor?  Can you imagine
anything dumber than that?  A partially reconstructed prostitute
who couldn't clean herself up, let alone anyone else, without
being hounded twenty-four hours a day.  But maybe Bill should
tell you more, if you will permit it?"

Callaway said he was all ears and please to continue.  Just then
the baby in her arms became restive.  Looking at him Gloria said,
"I'm sorry, Judge, but it appears our little friend is a bit
uncomfortable."

She shook her head in feigned sadness and said, "She is a perfect
example of what I was just saying.  Casey made me over to appear
to be a lady in only eight months, but I can't even get our baby
toilet-trained in three!"

Gloria used the washroom off the judge's chambers to change the
baby and powder her little bottom.  When she emerged, the infant
was wearing only diapers; Gloria had a sleeper for her to wear in
a large bag beside her.

Before she could do anything, though, King communicated, "Mrs.
Carson, would... could... would you put Martha on my chest? 
Marty's children have always loved it, and I'm almost sure..."

Gloria pretended to glare at him and exclaimed, "King Garfield! 
I'm amazed.  Just because you saved my life and personally
eliminated the most vicious gang of sadists in the country in the
process... I mean... Hell, my life certainly wasn't worth much. 
But just for that, you want me to let you... with my_daughter!"_

Suddenly her expression changed totally.  "King, would you like
to eat her for your lunch?  She is wholly milk-fed, so she should
be very sweet and tender...  Better yet, what about me?  You've
seen my milk-laden jugs -- both, with all the milk in them, might
make a nice snack for you, along with my baby.  Or, you might
enjoy my tits along with my buns.  They're nice and tight --
there's almost no fat at all -- but I don't know how they would
taste.  Perhaps a leg?  Both legs?  Darling King, what would you
like?"

Then her expression changed again.  She glared at him and said,
"And what's wrong with you, anyway?  Are you a slow learner or
something?  How many times do I have to tell you that you don't
ask a Carson...  You _tell us!_  When you say jump, our only
possible response is, 'How high would you like me to jump,
darling King?'  Clear?"  Then she dropped to her knees, wrapped
her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Gosh!" King complained after he recovered from the incredible
flow of pure love and goodness from Gloria's lips, "You have one
hell of a nerve!  I only want to hold your baby on my chest, but
you have to almost kill me with one of your kisses first."

Then he shook his head and said, "I guess it's a good thing Bill
is a pro football player, and a defensive back at that.  They
have to have a kamikaze complex to survive.  I guess that must be
why he's still alive."

Gloria couldn't contain her giggles and Bill Carson laughed
loudly.  Then King grinned -- or a tiger's version of a grin --
lay back and spread his legs.  Gently, Gloria put her baby on his
chest.  The tiny girl happily crawled around it, pulled with both
of her tiny hands at the wonderfully soft fur, and then just lay
down on her belly and wriggled on it, cooing as she did.  Then
with the utmost gentleness, King enfolded her in his paws.  In
just moments the little girl was sound asleep with the most
beautifully innocent smile on her face.  When King just very
softly purred, the baby seemed to love the sound.  She wriggled
her tiny body on his fur and then just totally relaxed.

"Thank you, Your Honor," Gloria said softly.  "Please accept our
apologies for wasting your valuable time."

_"Waste?"_ Callaway exclaimed.  "Mrs. Carson, seeing your
incredible love for your infant and seeing her incredible beauty
and happiness are not, nor ever will be, a waste!"

Then he smiled and said, "Kelly has already given birth to one of
ours!  Can you imagine an old fart like me -- already a
grandfather to Kelly's older girls -- now a father again?  And
Kelly?  She just seems to get younger."  He sighed and added,
"And I don't think we have stopped yet, either."

Then he looked at Gloria and said, "Mrs. Carson, there's
something I should tell you, I guess.  You see, I remember so
vividly that day five years ago when you came to see me.  When
you told how Marty had prayed and then God restored your body and
even your virginity, I remember you looking at me and wondering
what I could possibly be thinking.

"The answer?  I knew it to be true.  How could I know?  Because
just a few weeks earlier, two little children knelt on the floor
right here by my chair in this very office and prayed for me. 
They really did.  What were they praying for?  They asked God to
spare my life.  You see, on that day just over five years ago, I
had an inoperable malignant brain tumor.  I had less than a week
to live.  Well, they prayed and I could feel the pressure recede
in my skull.  I had a CAT scan the next day and to the utter
amazement of my doctors -- but to no surprise to me -- it was
gone.  Gone completely!

But did those little imps stop at saving my life?  I should be so
lucky!  Oh, no!  They had to roll back the clock, taking more
than twenty years off my age.  So our son, Ken, is their fault!"

"I never knew!" Gloria whispered.

"Almost no one else knows, either," Callaway said.  Then to Jane
he said, "And I would appreciate it very much if you said nothing
to anyone about this."

Jane Barnes appeared to do a double-take, sat up straight and
said, "I'm terribly sorry, Judge.  I'm afraid my mind had
wandered back to our honeymoon... and back to my bed this
morning.  Did you say something?"  Then she just winked and
grinned.

Bill Carson also grinned, shook his head and continued, "Anyway,
sir, I would like to tell you about us now and then go back in
time.  Well, sir, today I guess I'm a force in the black
community.  I'm on more Boards of Trustees than I can count --
fortunately, Gloria keeps track of them for me -- and I guess I'm
a wealthy man.  That's her, too.  She has been my agent for four
years, also.

"What makes it all go?  She does.  Whenever we go anywhere, I
have a queen at my side.  I'm sure that the only reason I'm on so
many boards is that they hope that I will bring Gloria along to a
meeting sometime."

The big man sat up straight and said, "A big problem in the black
community is the way we so often treat our women.  That is never
a problem with Gloria.  The treatment she receives borders on
reverential!  They absolutely adore her and -- I'm sure -- wonder
what she could possibly see in me.  A question, I might add, that
has occurred to me more than once, too.

"What does Gloria do for me?  Not a whole lot.  She's my agent,
of course, and I have the best contract for a defensive back --
in the AFC, at least.  Does she stop there?  You jest!  She goes
over all the game films analyzing my patterns and forcing me to
change them constantly.  The result?  My play and my stats keep
getting better and my salary keeps increasing.  When I tease her
about it, she just says that she's taking care of her meal
ticket.  Then she usually grabs at me and says she wants some of
her fee paid... in cum!"

Then he looked hurt and added, "But it's terrible, sir...  It's
not right!  You're a judge.  Maybe you can help me with equity. 
You see, sir, because I am highly paid, her agent's commission is
pretty big, too.  But she only pays me five dollars _a pint_ for
cum!  Does that sound like a fair price to you?  But that's how
she insists on collecting her agent's fee!"

Looking puzzled he asked, "Judge, does your wife do that?"

"No, Bill, she doesn't," Callaway replied seriously.  "All she
does is wrap her legs around my thigh and give me second-degree
burns with her cunt.  When I complain, all she does is raise her
nose in the air and say I wouldn't have the problem if I cooled
off her love box enough with my nice warm cum.  She says that if
I'm burned, it's my own fault."  Then to Jane he asked, "Does
your husband complain about things like that, too, Jane?"

"Of course not!" she exclaimed.  Then with a wonderfully
salacious grin she added, "We haven't gotten that far, yet.  He's
still stretching my nether openings to fit around his marvelous
cock!  We're working hard so that I will be able to take his huge
cock inside me completely to its root in just one thrust."

She grinned and added, "You notice my legs are spread wide --
they're not together in a nice, lady-like fashion?  That's only
because they're as close together as I can get them.  The muscles
in my thighs hurt too much to get them any closer together than
this."  When everyone laughed, she looked puzzled and asked, "Why
are you all laughing?  I don't think it's at all funny."

When she squirmed uncomfortably on her chair, Gloria commented
that it does feel a little uncomfortable the first few times
after you've taken your husband in your ass.  Jane blushed red as
a beet, but then grinned and said, "It sure does, doesn't it?"

"Anyway," Carson continued, "Let me contrast the present with the
time I first met Gloria.  Well, I was a real hot dude!  I had
more chicks than I could count.  Ron Jackson introduced us and
Gloria lost no time in telling me that she used to be a
prostitute.  She is such a... a... a..."

"...Great piece of ass is the phrase you're searching for,
darling," Gloria interjected blandly.  "I am a great piece of
ass, aren't I?  Or a hot cunt?  Or..."

Bill Carson just grinned and shook his head.  "Anyway, I started
to take her up to my room and she asked where I was going.  When
I told her, she slapped my face so hard, she almost knocked me
out and stressed that the verb was 'used to be' not 'am'!  Back
then I had all the toys: the expensive Porsche, the Rolex, the
closet full of threads...  They impressed all the chicks. 
Gloria?  She just shook her head and pronounced them all a
ridiculous waste of money.  She made me give almost all of them
up.  Is that all?  From her?  Hah!

"Then she started asking about my education -- my college degree.
 When I said I was missing a few credits -- only three and a half
years' worth -- towards a valuable degree in Recreational
Science, was she impressed?  Hell, no!  She just howled with
laughter.  Then she made me work.

"You heard her complain about Casey Jackson being a slave driver?
 Well, believe me when I tell you that she learned her lessons
well!  Judge, she told you how Casey worked on her nights and
weekends?  Well, how would you like it _every single day!_ 
Beginning at seven o'clock in the morning, yet!  The first day,
when I stumbled to the door I was naked.  There she stood.  She
looked at me up and down, said she had seen all the naked men she
cared to see for a while and threw me a bathrobe.  Then she
starts me working on my handwriting.

"Later when I got passionate and she did, too, we headed towards
my bedroom.  When she asked where we were going and I told her,
she slapped me again so hard she almost took my head off! _Then_
she tells me that there are no free samples and no test drives. 
If I want her in my bed I'll have to marry her first.  But before
she would even think about that, I would have to shape up.  Well,
sir, she's such a magnificent woman, she became the incentive.  I
ended up getting a real degree -- in business administration --
in a year and a half.

"Is that all?  Hah!  Right at the beginning -- after howling with
laughter at my agent's contract -- she became my agent.  Then,
working with April, she worked on my pass coverage.  It seems
that Gloria is a great passer and April may be the most gifted
receiver alive.  Anyway, although I've never been able to stop
Gloria, no one in the NFL -- with the possible exception of
Chicago's Mike Cassidy -- is nearly that good.

"We were married almost two years ago.  What did I get?  Not
much.  You see, sir, through the grace of Almighty God, my wife
is an unbelievable combination.  She was both a virgin and an
experienced prostitute on our wedding night.  Her whole focus in
life is to make my life happier and make our love life more
thrilling.  All I can say, Judge, is if she gets any better, I'll
be dead.  I really will be.

"As it is, every night in bed, the first thing she does is to
weigh my poor testicles in her hands and estimate how many
episodes I might be good for.  Then she proceeds to drain me
absolutely dry!  How?"  Bill Carson shook his head in feigned
sadness and said, "Judge, never marry a virgin ex-prostitute! 
You see, sir, that's a major part of my problem.

"You see, after figuring out how many times she can get me to
cum, she decides how she is going to do it.  Can you believe it?
She even makes me help in my own destruction!  I really do.  It
is Gloria's version of 1,001 nights!  In _The Arabian Nights,_
the princess had so many different stories that she told.  With
Gloria, there are at least that many different ways for her to
use her body to make love.

"Do you know how bad it is?  I'll tell you how bad!  In spite of
being drained totally dry and being about to collapse from sheer
exhaustion, I'm still shocked and disappointed when she just
shakes her head sadly and says it's all over for another night. 
The last thing she does before we go to sleep is to again cup my
poor dry balls in her hands, kiss them, murmur, 'You poor dear
things,' and then mold her incredible body to mine before falling
asleep.

"Is there relief in the morning?  I should be so lucky!  Oh, no!
It's a repeat of the night before.  She estimates how much semen
I may have accumulated overnight and drains all of it before she
will allow me even to get out of the bed!"

"But darling," Gloria protested with a straight face and in a
very reasonable tone of voice, "you know that I really only like
nice fresh cum.  And how else can I be sure it's all nice and
fresh?"

Bill Carson shook his head and said, "But anyway, Your Honor, I
think you get my point.  If you were to send her off to prison, I
would be able to get some sleep.  But what would I do for food? 
I forgot to mention that she is also a _cordon bleu_ chef.  What
would I do for an agent?  What would I do for a coach?"  Then he
began to cry but managed to say, "What would I do without the
best wife our good Lord ever put on the face of this earth?"

At the sight of his tears, Gloria got off her chair and sat
across his lap.  Then, with incredible love and tenderness, she
melted her lips against Bill's in the most beautiful kiss
Callaway had ever seen.  He could hear her moan softly as Bill
ran his hands over her magnificent body.

While they were engaged, he looked at Jane Barnes and asked,
"Well, Councillor, what is the position of your office?"

"What can it possibly be, Your Honor?" she asked with a straight
face.  "Do you think for one instant I want to be responsible for
causing a riot that would make Watts look like a three-year-old's
tea party?  Bill and Gloria Carson are the most powerful forces
for good in the entire black community.  What he told you is the
gospel truth: she is revered as a saint!  Your Honor, Gloria
Smith Carson is an exemplary member of our community.  If it
takes experience as a prostitute to become the woman she is,
judge, I just might become one."

Then she turned to Gloria and said, "There's one thing we're very
interested in, though: the Black Doves.  Could you tell me about
it?"

Turning back to Callaway, Jane said, "Judge, this is something we
heard about through the schools.  We don't know how it works --
that's what I would like Gloria to tell us -- but I do know how
it got started.  You see, sir, she has been visiting every junior
and senior high school in the city with a substantial minority
student body.  She addresses assemblies of girls when possible
and the entire student body when it is not.  First she introduces
herself as a vice president in charge of a lending district for
Bank of Los Angeles.  The immediate reaction is that she's an
Oreo: black on the outside but white on the inside.  Then she
tells them that she had been a prostitute!

"That really gets their attention.  She tells how she was raised
on welfare and became a prostitute at sixteen and was raped and
nearly killed at nineteen.  Does she stop there?  Gloria!?  Hah!
She tells these girls that she would have been dead pretty soon
anyway had she not been gang-raped because of all the sexually
transmitted diseases that were rotting her body.

"Then she tells how her life had been saved, her soul had been
saved, and her body had been saved by a white woman and some
black _ladies!_  Then she challenges the girls to set an example.
 She leaves a contact telephone number that any girl can call
twenty-four hours a day."  Turning to Gloria she said, "That's
how it starts, but what happens then?"

Gloria was clearly embarrassed.  She got off Bill's lap and said,
"There are a few girls who come by.  I have been trying to do for
them what Casey Jackson did for me.  It seems to help a little."

"Gloria Smith Carson, if you were under oath you would be in real
trouble right now!" April Jackson exclaimed.  "'A few girls', you
said?  Last time I counted it was over 200!  Ali Clifford told me
how they were expanding their facilities to handle them all."

Glaring at Jane she exclaimed, "My daughter, Casey, is involved
nearly full time!"  She looked at the judge with tears flowing
from her eyes and said, "Judge, could you believe it?  My little
daughter -- still only twelve years old!  -- teaches full time
from nine to five at her school and then stays to work with the
Doves often until one or two in the morning!"

Then there was incredible warmth and pride in April's voice as
she continued, "She will come home sometimes so exhausted, she
just collapses on her bed and is immediately asleep without even
being able to get undressed.  I'll go in and undress her.  There
will be little Casey, still almost asleep but with the most
beautiful smile on her face telling me about a victory she
achieved that day: getting a girl over another hurdle.

"And, Judge, your oldest daughter, Kirsten, is with her all the
time!  Sir, Casey is helping her people.  What is Kirsty doing? 
She is just helping people!  You wouldn't believe the results
that they have achieved."

April sat up proudly and said, "Gloria's program is considered by
the bank's owners to be the most valuable program we have ever
had.  They have ordered that it be expanded as far and as fast as
_the number of interested young women permit!_  Sir, _that_ is
the limiting factor!  It's not money or facilities or staff. 
It's the number of young women our Pied Piper here, Gloria, can
get into the program.

"And it is working!"  Turning to Jane she said, "The name, Black
Dove, comes from a little pin Gloria gives all the girls who work
in the program and who have completed basic training.  It's a
little larger than a fraternity pin, but similar in size and
nature.  And like a fraternity pin, it's a form of
identification.  And also like a fraternity pin, it is _always_
worn!  It is a Picasso dove done in 18-carat gold but with the
dove in black cloisonne.

"Now for young black women, wearing that pin is becoming a badge
of honor!  These are girls who have vowed to get an education and
develop themselves as ladies.  They are taught everything Gloria
was taught, and more besides.  For example, Gloria stresses that
it is not only right but often necessary to dress inexpensively.
It is _never_ right to look cheap!  So she spends hours on what
clothing to buy and where to buy it.

"About six months ago, there was a disturbance on a neighborhood
street.  A gang of about twenty girls who subscribed to the old
ethic -- getting pregnant as soon as possible and going on
welfare; sleeping with anything in pants as a sign of their
womanhood -- surrounded two of our girls late one night.  We
never really found out what they intended to do, but it wasn't
friendly.

"Well, two of the tigers suddenly appeared.  One grabbed the
leader while the other held back the remaining girls.  In an
instant he had used his claws to strip off every shred of
clothing the girl had on, and asked one of our girls to strip,
too.  Then our other girl, acting on the tiger's instructions,
pointed out how utterly gorgeous her friend was and how
relatively ugly the other girl was.  Her posture was poor, her
tits were small, her buns were fat, there was lard on her
thighs...  Then she asked, 'If you were a man, which girl would
you really rather sleep with?'

"Then she added that they received extensive lessons on how to
make a man _really_ happy in bed.  When the second tiger roared,
the rest of the girls scattered, leaving their leader just
standing there, naked.  Seeing herself naked next to our girl
just caused the girl to burst into tears and crumple to the
ground.  Anyway, the next day the girl -- her name is Mary
Crimmins -- phoned Gloria.  Now she is one of our very best
Doves!  And she is ecstatically happy."  Turning to Gloria, April
glared and said, "I think that was a more complete answer, don't
you?"  Gloria just nodded.

Then Jane, who had been shaking her head in amazement said, "The
State withdraws all charges against Gloria Smith Carson and my
office will be petitioning the governor to grant her a full
pardon to erase her prior convictions.  That is the State's
position, Your Honor."

Then she daintily stuck out her tongue at Marty and said, "Damn
it, Garfield, you win again!"

Callaway was looking at the Carsons.  When he heard Jane's first
words, Bill had again wrapped Gloria in a loving and then
passionate embrace.  He had only heard the first words and Gloria
had not heard even those.  So with concern in her eyes Gloria
asked, "What now, Judge?  What are you going to do?  For how long
will I be going to prison?"

"For what?" he asked.  "You and Bill were... occupied, so you
might have missed it: The State of California has dropped all
charges.  And, Mrs. Carson, the District Attorney's office has
filed a petition with the governor's office requesting a full
pardon for your prior convictions.  Without charges, there's
nothing for me to do, is there?  Now goodbye.  But please don't
forget baby Martha -- although she looks like she would be happy
to stay where she is forever!"

Callaway shook his head and added, "My lord, I have never seen
such a beautiful baby!  You're so lucky!"  Then Callaway added
with a grin, "With respect to plaintiff's motion regarding the
valuation of his cum, it is ordered that it be valued at $50 per
pint, and such price will change in relation to any changes in
the PPI -- the Producers' Price Index."  Looking at Bill he
asked, "Happy now?"

"Yes, sir!" Bill Carson exclaimed.  Then sticking his tongue out
at Gloria he exclaimed, "Justice at last!  And from a white
judge, too."

After futilely arguing with Callaway while vainly trying to
maintain a straight face, Gloria addressed his compliment to her
infant.  "You don't know the half of it, sir," she said.  "Bobbie
Conroy has agreed to take her in her school when she's old
enough.  Now I really have to get to work to be sure she's
adequately prepared.  But I can't wait to begin!"

She went to lift the infant from her "bed" on King's chest.  As
she did, the baby awakened and reached towards her mother's
breast.  Clearly, for the baby it was lunch time.  After
apologizing to the judge, Gloria intended to sit on his sofa and
nurse her child.

But before she could take a single step towards the sofa, Marty
said, "Wait one second, Gloria Smith Carson!  What about my fee?
After all, I saved your life.  Now the charges have been dropped,
but this has been one of my active cases for five years already,
so..."

Gloria suspected something was going on but didn't know quite
what.  All she knew was that she owed everything to Martha
Garfield and would give her absolutely anything she might ask
for.  "What is your fee, Marty?" she asked softly.  "I'll pay it
right now."

"It's your daughter," Marty said with her face impassive.  "Give
her to me, please."  Gloria's eyes widened but she just held out
her tiny baby to Marty who had risen from her chair.  Then to
everyone's surprise, Marty sat on the sofa, ripped off her shirt
with one hand and placed the infant against her golden
milk-loaded breast.  The tiny girl gooed and then locked her
mouth against the lovely little nipple and began to suck
greedily.

Just then Bobbie Conroy entered the office with Marty's youngest,
a six-month old boy, Donald, junior, followed proudly by Prince
who was with his queen.  When she looked at Marty with a question
in her eyes, Marty said very softly, "Gloria has big milk-laden
tits.  Let her feed Donny for a change.  I don't think it will
kill him -- or her."

Gloria quickly stripped off her top, took the lovely blonde,
blue-eyed baby in her arms and sat down on the sofa next to
Marty.  When the little boy locked his lips on Gloria's nipple
and began to pat her magnificent chocolate-brown tit, Marty said
very softly so as not to disturb either infant, "I always thought
Donny would prefer chocolate milk."  Then with her eyes wide she
asked, "Yours _does_ taste like chocolate, doesn't it?"

Then Gloria grinned and whispered, "Look, honkie!  You really
started something, you know.  Just because you've had milk-laden
tits for nearly four years now... I mean!  Baring your breast in
a restaurant to put milk in your husband's coffee?  Really!"

"As a matter of fact, I like my coffee better that way now, too,"
Marty responded, totally unconcerned.  "But what will we do in
twenty years or so when I stop having babies?"  She appeared to
think for a moment and then shrugged, "Joan will certainly have
had her first baby by then and will have milk-loaded tits, I
guess, so Don and I will just have to use hers instead."

When the babies had finished nursing and were asleep in the
women's arms, Gloria asked Marty, "Could... would it be possible
for Bill and me to see little Martha sometimes?  We do love her
so."  Then with an incredibly warm smile she added, "Marty, she's
going to be so happy in her new home!  You're such a spectacular
mother...

"New home?" Marty asked.  "What new home?"

"You will keep her, won't you?" Gloria asked, suddenly concerned.
 "I mean, you're not going to give her away to someone else, are
you?"

"Of course I am, silly," Marty said.  "I'm giving her back to
you!"

"But your fee...?  I mean...."  Gloria was now totally bewildered
and just shook her head.  "I don't understand."

"I just collected my fee," Marty said softly.  "My fee was to be
able to nurse baby Martha just once."  Then while she fumbled for
her purse she asked, "But how much do I owe you for Donny's
lunch?  I guess twenty bucks or so..."

"Do you have a fully developed death wish, lady?" Gloria
demanded.  "To achieve that wish all you have to do is try to
give me one cent!  Pay me for nursing Donny!?  You have to be
insane.  You can't believe how proud I felt as he emptied my tit
thinking, 'I am feeding one of Martha Garfield's children from my
_own body!'_  I can't tell you how wonderful that thought was or
how physically wonderful his little mouth felt on my nipples."

Then she just whispered, "Darling Marty, I adore you.  All I owe
you is my life itself, my marriage, my child, all the happiness I
may have on earth, and my eternal life in Heaven.  That's all."

As she and Bill started to gather up their baby's things
preparatory to departing, Bobbie Conroy left the office for a
moment and came back with a Bengal tiger that had been patiently
waiting in the hall.  She said with a smile, "Don't forget your
new friend."

The Carsons' eyes widened when they realized that they were
receiving a tiger of their own.  Bobbie said with a smile, "As
you may know, Gunther Gabel-Williams has been acquiring every
male Bengal tiger he can find and sending them to us here in Los
Angeles.  At any rate, this is Ching."

Turning to the tiger she said, "Ching, these are your new
masters, Bill and Gloria Carson and their baby daughter, Martha.
You will be living with them from now on to protect the family
and their home.  What do you say?"

When the tiger heard the news, and then looked into the souls of
the Carsons, he dropped flat on the floor, closed his eyes and
communicated, "You are my king and my queen!  I am the most
fortunate of tigers to be selected to serve a royal family -- one
with the most handsome king, beautiful queen, and incredibly
beautiful baby princess!  I swear to serve you in any way
possible unto death."

Bill and Gloria were just stunned.  Then she ordered Ching to
sit.  When he did, she gave the baby to Bill to hold and then
went to Ching, wrapped her arms around his great neck and kissed
him with all of the love she could communicate through her lips.
The flood of love was more than the animal could take.  He
fainted and almost took Gloria down with him.

King and Prince, sitting in the corner together, were delighted
and amused at what was happening.  Clearly, Ching was a perfect
match with the family.  When the huge animal finally recovered
and sat up again, Gloria tried to apologize, but the animal
wouldn't hear of it.  With his eyes wide and flooded with his
love for her, he said, "I have felt the love of my Queen! _For
me!_  I cannot tell you how joyous I feel."

There was a general exchange of kisses all around, and the
Carsons left, along with Ching and April Jackson.  Then Marty
Garfield took Jane Barnes in her arms and said, "Why, Jane?  Why
did you do it?  Why did you drop the charges?  You could have won
this case five years ago."

Jane displayed the warmest smile Marty had ever seen and said,
"But I did win!  We claim to try to rehabilitate criminals, but
we just don't know how.  But now just look at Gloria Carson!  Of
course, she never was a criminal, really."

She grinned and added, "But for the statistics, she looks just
like one.  How could there possibly be a better person than she
is?  Could there be?  Marty Garfield, I did win!  And I won big."
 Then she added softly, "But without your tiger and nearly all of
the blood from your body -- my God, woman!  We almost lost you,
too -- she would be turning to dust in a grave somewhere."

She grinned, stuck her cute nose in the air, and said, "Besides,
I did, too, set a record!  I'm the first DA in the State _not to
lose_ to Clifford & Jamison.  I didn't win, but not losing is a
first in itself!  Martha Bradford Garfield, you're a truly
wonderful person, and I'm very proud to be able to tell my
friends that I know you."

"Jane Carter Barnes, I would be much happier and much more proud
if you allowed me to refer to you as my friend.  Would you be my
friend?  I would be so proud if you would be," Marty replied
quietly.

"Your _friend?"_ Jane screamed.  "Oh, Marty!  I love you so and
always have.  Never in my life have I been so honored!"  Then,
with a very plaintive look on her face she asked, "If you're my
friend, could you... would you... kiss me?"

"Oh dear!" Marty said with her eyes wide, "Are you one of
_those?"_  Then she unloaded all of the love she could
communicate through her lips.  After a few moments she felt Jane
go limp in her arms.

When Jane slowly revived with the most brilliant smile and
glistening eyes, Marty stuck out the tip of her tongue and said,
"Didn't lose to Clifford & Jamison?  Lady, you sure as hell just
lost to me!"  Marty gathered her things while Jane cuddled with
baby Donny.

Then the three went off with King to have lunch, leaving Bobbie
and Prince alone with Callaway.  "So how is my favorite
teenybopper?" John Callaway asked Bobbie with a grin.

"Jack Callaway, you stop that this instant!  I'm... I'm a
matron," Bobbie said with her nose in the air while desperately
trying to suppress both her smile and her giggles.  "I am about
to have a baby -- any day now."

"Golly, what happened to the old-style pregnancies?  You know --
when the expectant mother looked like a small house?" he asked
innocently.

Quickly unbuttoning her chambray shirt, Bobbie ripped out the
shirttails and spread it open wide.  "Just you look, Jack
Callaway!" she exclaimed.  "See how swollen my tits are?  And...
and... and it's getting really hard to button my Levi's, too!"

"Golly!" he exclaimed with his eyes wide.  "You must be about
ready to deliver if you have a problem buttoning your jeans... 
But, Barbara Bradley Conroy, I would consider it a personal favor
if you would kindly button your damned shirt!  How do you suppose
it makes me feel to look at possibly the most beautiful pair of
tits God ever put on a woman when Kelly isn't even here to... to
help me."

She grinned but buttoned two of the buttons.  Then she looked at
him closely and shook her head.  "I see another change in you,
Jack: no glasses."  Then she looked closer and said, "It hasn't
stopped yet, has it?  You now look more like about... oh,
twenty-two or twenty-three."

Callaway pretended to frown and then just grinned and shook his
head, "You may be right.  You wouldn't believe what Kelly and I
have done three times in the last two weeks..."

"Pulled an all-nighter?" Bobbie inquired blandly.  "Yes, I'd
believe it.  Particularly since Kelly called me after each one,
just before she fell asleep," she added with a big grin.

Over the intervening five years, Kelly Callaway had become one of
Bobbie's best friends.  She had come to love the beautiful girl
and utterly adored having first Kirsty, and then Jamie in her
school.  She knew that Jack's driver's license said he was
fifty-nine years old, but for him the calendar had been running
slowly backwards ever since the day Andy and Ken had saved his
life with their prayers.  His reaction to her response was just
to grin.

"And what about the annual courthouse softball game?" Bobbie
asked innocently.  "Have the clerks and bailiffs -- or for that
matter, your fellow judges -- figured it out yet?"  She grinned
and continued, "Just imagine!  A fifty-nine-year-old judge
_pitching!?_  And firing the ball so damned fast the other folks
couldn't even see it?"

Callaway just grinned and pointed out that Eddie Feighner was
still pitching softball in his sixties.

Bobbie just politely stuck out her tongue and continued, "But
Kelly in center field...  She was utterly spectacular!  Could you
believe the way she ran down that fly ball and caught it as she
dove while running straight away from the plate?"

"Bobbie," Callaway said with a warm smile, "that was one of the
best nights of my life!  When we went home after the picnic, I
just climbed in the shower with her and washed the dirt off her
magnificent body.  Then I carried her to bed and asked if she
knew any more tricks."

"And?" Bobbie asked.

"She sure did!" he said with a grin.  "That night when Kirsty
came in asking about dinner, her mother just gasped between
orgasms that she and Jamie would have to fend for themselves."

He shook his head, remembering.  "Do you know what that girl did
then?  She came over, got on the bed, and just put her hand
lightly on Kelly's loins while I'm fucking her and she is in
continuous orgasm.  Our little teacher said, 'Golly, Mom, I never
knew a woman's pelvis could move in so many different directions
at the same time.'

"Then she just got off the bed and left the room, carefully
closing the door behind her."  He just shook his head and said,
"God, I adore that woman!"

Then he said, "Speaking of baseball, should Kelly and I plan on
another trip to Williamsport this summer?  Are you planning on
defending your championship?  And by the way, that was really a
dirty trick you pulled on those poor kids from Taiwan last
summer!"

* * *

As a part of their physical education, Bobbie's original class
had organized a Little League baseball team the previous year. 
Being the children they were, they went all the way and won the
Little League World Series, demolishing a very good team from
Taiwan in the final game.  The team was a record-breaker for the
Little League in a great many ways.  First of all, few
championship teams -- teams that made it to the finals in
Williamsport, Pennsylvania -- had any girls on them at all. 
Those teams that did have girls seldom let them play when the
chips were down.  However, the Clifford & Jamison Tigers -- that
was their team name -- had only twelve players, eight of whom
were girls.  The pitchers -- there were only two -- were Andy and
Ken.

Ken was a power pitcher, while everyone teased Andy about being
the junk girl.  She had an incredible variety of pitches ranging
from curves and sliders, to a knuckle ball and even including a
sneaky fast ball she threw from time to time.  But with her
variety of pitches she had incredible control.  She could put any
pitch she threw within an inch of where she wanted it as it
crossed the plate.  Ken had a very hot and moving fast-ball
coupled with a fast curve, a slider, and a devastating change-up.
 He, too, could put any of his pitches exactly where he wanted
it.

Betsy Clifford was the catcher.  In addition to everything else,
she had her mother's exuberance and indefatigable sense of humor.
 Regardless of the game situation, she could be relied upon to
come up with a joke or wisecrack to relieve any tension.  Kirsty
Callaway played shortstop teaming with Karen Chan at second base
to form a spectacular double-play combination.  Laura Benson
played third and Cindy Cartwright played first.  Mike Morris was
normally in left field while Chuck Conrad played right.  (For the
last few years, Charley had been using the nickname, Chuck, to
differentiate himself from his father.) Finally, Casey Jackson,
the fastest person on the team, covered center field.

The remaining players who could -- and did -- play any position
at all, including pitcher -- were Susan Carlson and the newest
member of the class, Sean Cavanaugh, the son of Kevin and Kelly
Cavanaugh, who had been sent by his parents in Chicago to live
with Bill and Kathy Cartwright in order for him to be able to go
to Bobbie's school.

The game against the Taiwan team was really won before the first
pitch when the two teams met each other.  First, the Taiwanese
were astounded when they were greeted by all of the Tigers
speaking perfect Chinese.  Then, when Karen Chan met the team's
star pitcher who was scheduled to pitch the game against them,
she wrapped her arms around his neck, burned his lips with a
kiss, and told him how handsome he was, all in his own native
dialect.  The combination of her exquisite oriental beauty
coupled with the power of her kiss left the poor boy in a daze.

Furthermore, before the game began, the two teams were lined up
along the baselines with the Americans lined up between home
plate and first base with Prince, serving as the team mascot,
sitting up proudly at the end, while the Taiwan team lined up on
the third-base line.  To the visitors' astonishment, all of the
Tigers joined in singing the Taiwan national anthem in Chinese
and stood at attention as the flag of Taiwan was raised on a
flagpole beyond the centerfield fence.  Then they remained at
attention and fervently sang _The Star Spangled Banner_ as the
American flag was raised on its own somewhat higher flagpole.

Nevertheless, the game had been very hard-fought.  In spite of
Andy's pitching skill, the Formosans had excellent batting eyes
and very quick reflexes.  They were able to adjust to her pitches
and succeeded in hitting her.  But they were not a match for the
reflexes or speed of the Tigers.  The last straw was when the
Taiwan power hitter really tagged one of Andy's pitches and drove
it to deep center field.  However, Casey was off at the crack of
the bat and positioned herself at the fence.  Then with an
incredible vertical jump with her glove extended as high as she
could reach, she caught the ball in the webbing of her glove just
before it went over the fence for what would have been a
three-run home run.

For the young men from Taiwan, their incredible experience was
not yet over.  At the conclusion of the game, each Tiger
sincerely congratulated each member of the Taiwan team on
brilliant play and outstanding sportsmanship.  At the Little
League banquet that night with all of the parents present, James
Chan, Karen's grandfather, was sitting with an executive of the
Taiwan Little League.  After the speeches -- with Karen, speaking
on behalf of the Tigers, congratulating their opponents -- the
Formosan introduced James Chan as the owner of the company in
Taiwan that sponsored the team and employed the parents of almost
all of its players.

Chan rose from his seat and in his native Chinese congratulated
the boys on representing their country and their families so
well.  He said that bonuses would be paid to all of the factory
workers to congratulate them.  Then he said with a smile, "As the
owner of the company sponsoring your team, I was extraordinarily
proud.  Unfortunately, I was unable to cheer for your team today.
 You see, my granddaughter, Karen, plays second base for the
Tigers, so...  But since I'm sure your families are very
important to each of you, I'm equally certain that you
understand!"

The boy who had pitched for the Taiwan team turned bright red
when he heard Mr. Chan's words.  Only then did he realize that
the girl with whom he had fallen madly in love was the company
owner's granddaughter!  Then he wanted to hide under the table
when he looked at Karen and found her looking at him.  Seeing
that he was looking at her, Karen smiled very warmly, licked her
lips and winked.  Then she formed her lips into another kiss.

* * *

Answering Callaway's question, Bobbie shrugged and nodded.  "I
guess we'll be expected to defend our championship," she replied.
 "And this year, with the kids a year older..."  She just shook
her head and said, "Jack, do you know what they have their hearts
set on doing?" she asked rhetorically.  "They want to play the
whole season without giving up a run, if possible, and at the
very least, not losing a game!"

With a warm smile she added, "I don't know what we would do
without Kirsty, by the way.  She is utterly incredible at
shortstop!  The range that girl has!  And her ability to fire the
ball to first from anywhere, regardless of her own position. 
Jack, you and Kelly must be very proud!"

Callaway grinned and nodded, then said, "Speaking of Kirsty, what
exactly happened over that long weekend she spent with you and
Casey?  She has flat refused to tell us and whenever Kelly or I
ask, she just looks embarrassed.  What did you do?"

Although Bobbie tried to dodge, as an experienced trial lawyer
and jurist, Callaway wouldn't allow her to deflect his question.
Finally she said, "Jack, please promise you won't say a word? 
Not a single one?  Without your promise to tell no one except
Kelly -- and then only after getting a similar promise from her
-- I can't say a word.  Honest!  I promised the girls."

When he promised, she said with a wry grin, "That was the weekend
the three of us got our doctorates in education.  It was funny,
really.  We spent the weekend studying that garbage and then took
the writtens on Monday and orals on Tuesday.  It was really funny
-- particularly your daughter.  In her orals she would give a
book-perfect answer to any question and then proceed to explain
why the question and answer were both utter garbage."  Bobbie
went on to explain that, since they were now teaching so many
students, including the Black Doves, she had decided that they
should have teaching credentials -- such as they were.

"You know, Jack," Bobbie concluded, "I think you will
particularly appreciate the final crack that Casey Jackson made
while we were on our way home.  I'm sure you remember Roberta
Kramer from the courtroom?  Well, anyway, Casey said, 'Bobbie,
now I know what happened to Kramer.  She actually took all that
garbage seriously and it fried her brain!  Sort of like freaking
out on LSD, or something!'  At any rate, your daughter now has a
D.Ed., but _please_ don't ever let on you know.  She's really
ashamed of it, actually."

"What's going on at the school now?" he asked after chuckling at
Bobbie's story.  "What are your older kids doing?"

"Well, let's see..." Bobbie replied.  "You know about Kirsty, of
course, and Casey Jackson.  They are both the most incredibly
dedicated and effective teachers I have ever seen.  Incidentally,
Kirsty is getting her Ph.D. in history -- _all_ European and
American, _all_ periods.  Casey is doing the same thing in
English."

Then she grinned and said, "Perhaps the funniest thing is Chuck
Conrad and Karen Chan!  He _really_ fixed her little red wagon!"
She told the story of the two young people -- one of the last of
the couples to pair off in the original class.  Both were now
licensed architects and professional engineers.  Chuck had
degrees in civil and structural engineering, while Karen had
advanced degrees in structural engineering and art.

"Although Chuck had fallen in love with her -- and she with him
-- she would never admit it.  All she ever did was tell him that
he was too big for her and the wrong race.  But then, when he
would be working at his big drawing board, she would strip, lie
across his work and tell him to stroke her bottom... or her
clit... or where her tits were just starting to form.  After he
did what she asked -- and he always did -- she would melt him
with a kiss and then say that she couldn't possibly love him.

"Professionally, the two became an unbelievable combination. 
They designed the PHA Project, the most successful and largest
project ever done in Southern California and rivaling New York's
World Trade Center and London's Canary Wharf projects in scale. 
The multi-building center was a smashing success from the very
beginning.

"First, the whole center had an airiness and lightness of
appearance that belied its incredible structural strength -- it
was designed to withstand a Richter force eight earthquake.  But
it was when the first tenants moved in that its real beauty
emerged.  Karen had done an unbelievable job of creating vistas
of all kinds that repeatedly confront a person walking through. 
Each was unique and each was breathtaking in its beauty.

"Incidentally," Bobbie said, "it has become a major investment
for Ken and Andy, too.  They're cleaning up!"

* * *

To further his relationship with Karen Chan, it was the Little
League World Series that provided Chuck Conrad with his
inspiration.  Karen and Cindy Cartwright had spent hours with the
other kids teaching them Chinese and Taiwanese, and then working
on their pronunciation and speech patterns.

Of course, being the children they were, they also learned how to
write Chinese in the ideograph symbols using the tiny Chinese
brush.  When the children returned from Williamsport, Chuck had
gone to Los Angeles's Chinatown where, he knew, James Chan,
Karen's grandfather, had his office.  Mr. Chan was the most
powerful Chinese in Los Angeles and possibly in the entire state
of California.  The people surrounding him were very protective
so it was only when Chuck addressed them in perfect Mandarin that
they notified Mr. Chan.

Never had they encountered a Westerner who could speak more than
a few words in their language, and those few were usually spoken
badly.  Chuck was different.

When he was ushered into Mr. Chan's presence, Chuck greeted him
with the most profound Chinese formality.  The most-conservative
Mr. Chan was impressed.  He was even more impressed when he
learned that Chuck was the son of one of the name partners in
Clifford & Jamison, his daughter-in-law's law firm.

Although he was only twelve years old, Chuck was starting to grow
rapidly and it was apparent that he would be a very big man. 
Like his father, he had black hair and brilliant blue eyes, and
was already very handsome.

Standing up as straight as he could, he told Mr. Chan that he was
desperately in love with his granddaughter and wanted to marry
her.  But he made no secret of Karen's opinion, nor of the myriad
ways she would sexually tease him.  In response to Mr. Chan's
questions, Chuck told of the design of the PHA Project, and how
well he and Karen worked together.

Finally he concluded, "Sir, I adore your granddaughter and wish
to marry her as soon as I can.  I know that in China young women
are known to marry at the age of twelve.  Although I do not want
to marry her just yet, I do want to marry her as soon as
possible.  Based on our success in working together, I am
confident that I will be able to support her in the style to
which she has been accustomed and, at the same time, can, in
working with her, design and build structures that will reflect
honor on the Chan family.  But, sir, I need your help."  Then he
explained what he wished Mr. Chan to do.

The older man could scarcely control his laughter as he listened
to Chuck's plan.  Finally he agreed and said, "Charles Conrad,
Jr., in you my granddaughter may have met her match!  Moreover,
young man, you have a truly Oriental deviousness which I much
admire.  I will do what you ask and make all necessary
arrangements."

They agreed on the following Sunday afternoon.  On the selected
day, Celeste Chan told her daughter that it was a special Chinese
holiday -- Karen never thought to ask which one -- and it was
imperative for Karen to dress herself in her finest Chinese
robes.  They were celebrating with her grandfather.  Celeste, her
husband, John, and Karen all had priceless antique brocaded-silk
robes reserved for only the most special occasions.

It was apparent to Karen that the day was truly special when her
grandfather's chauffeur appeared with his enormous Rolls-Royce
limousine to drive them downtown.  When they arrived, Karen
greeted her grandfather with all of the appropriate ceremony as
did her mother and father.

Then they went into a small room where they all knelt on the
floor.  James Chan was on one side of a very low square table
with his son and daughter-in-law to his right and Karen to his
left.  Then James clapped his hands once, sharply, and an
attendant ushered Chuck into the room.  He was also dressed in
magnificent antique Chinese robes that the elder Chan had loaned
him.  Dropping to his knees, he bowed until his forehead touched
the floor.  Rising to kneel upright and speaking perfect Mandarin
he said that he had come to ask Mr. Chan for his granddaughter's
hand in marriage.

While the visitor was being shown into the room, Karen had her
eyes downcast towards the table top as she had been taught to do.
 But when she heard Chuck's voice, she jerked up and looked at
him in shock.  In spite of her grandfather's sharp words, she
continued to stare at Chuck.

Then her grandfather said, "Mr. Conrad, already you see the great
problem we have with my granddaughter -- the reason why I have
been most reluctant to inflict her on any young man.  You see,
sir, as much as it distresses me to admit it, she is terribly
willful and disobedient.  Only the strongest man can handle her
and obtain the obedience that any husband has a reasonable right
to expect.  Can you do anything with her?"

"Yes, sir," Chuck replied.  "I believe I can."

Then rising to his feet he used his strength to lift Karen up and
carried her back to where he had been kneeling.  Then, following
the careful instructions he had been given, he slowly stripped
off all of her clothing.  All the while Karen was crying and her
arms were flailing wildly but futilely in the air.  Her parents
continued to kneel and watch impassively until she was finally
stripped naked.

Then Chuck put her over his knee and began to spank her as hard
as he could twenty times.  Although Karen cried out at each blow,
she never moved her body.  Then he ordered her to orient her body
over his knee in the other direction and she did while tears
continued to stream down her cheeks.  After twenty more spanks he
released her and held out his hand.  Karen kissed it and
apologized for hurting it with her very firm ass.  Then, in
response to additional instructions she knelt down in front of
him, prostrated her body and begged him for forgiveness.

Chuck accepted her apology with a very sober look on his face and
then told her to rise.  Karen did and just remained standing up
straight before him.  As she did, her parents and grandfather
could see that her buns were now crimson and were about to turn
black and blue.  Then, with the greatest care, Chuck dressed her
again in precisely the way she had appeared when she had arrived.
 Then he told her to kneel beside him and prostrate herself
before her grandfather and beg his forgiveness for her prior
disobedience.  The girl did it instantly.

"Sir," Chuck asked, "is that sufficient?"

"Yes, my son, it certainly is," the elder Chan replied.  "Now we
must talk of a dowry."  Chuck's eyes widened when James Chan said
that, because of Karen's strong will and disobedient tendencies,
the dowry offered was ten million dollars.

Chuck managed to control himself and said merely that it was
sufficient.  Then Chan said, "You have the family's permission to
wed Karen.  It is done!"  Then he again clapped his hands and
champagne was served to seal the engagement.  The champagne was
followed by a multi-course Chinese banquet.

On the way back to their home, her parents refused even to
discuss with Karen the subject of Chuck and her engagement.  It
was a done deal.  So the next day -- Monday -- Karen went to see
Ginger Conrad in her office.  Closing the door, she began to tell
her of the events of the previous afternoon.

She wailed, "Mrs. Conrad, my family says I must marry Chuck!  But
I'm so scared!"  Then Karen told her that she was afraid her
vaginal opening would be too small for Chuck -- that he wouldn't
fit.

"My darling," Ginger said, "mine is very small, too.  Come and
see."  The two were sitting side-by-side on Ginger's sofa. 
Quickly slipping off her Levi's and bikini, Ginger spread her
legs wide.  Then she invited the girl to put her finger in her
vagina, reminding her that, not only did she receive Charley
several times every day, but she had given birth to four
children.  The girl did as she was asked and found that Ginger's
vaginal opening was still small and very tight.

Then Ginger said, "My darling, Charley loves me this way. 
Although I am very tight, I'm also very wet.  Now, can I see how
you're made?"

The girl slipped off her own Levi's and bikini and spread her
thighs wide apart.  To her amazement, her own vaginal opening was
no smaller than Ginger's.  When Chuck came into the office later,
he found his mother lying naked on her sofa with Karen.  The
woman and the girl were sound asleep while held tightly in each
other's arms.  Chuck just sat in a chair and read a book while he
waited for them to awaken.  When they did, he pointed out with a
grin that it was sort of funny for a girl trying to avoid
marriage to flee naked into the arms of her futuremother-in-law!

Then Ginger said, "Karen, I cannot tell you how happy you make
me!  Of course, your mother is one of my law partners and I have
known you literally from the day you were born.  You and Chuck
are the most incredible team of architects in history!  Don't you
think you could live with him?"

"Yes, ma'am," Karen said softly.  "Provided he continues to
maintain good order and discipline in our household, of course."

Then looking at Chuck she said with her eyes gleaming, "My
darling, I still cannot sit comfortably and probably won't be
able to for at least another week.  The spanking you gave me
yesterday was the very best I have ever had in my whole life!"

Rising from the sofa still naked from Ginger's arms, Karen went
to Chuck and he melted his lips to hers.  The kiss they exchanged
caused Ginger to be overcome with happiness.  As they remained in
a close embrace, Ginger saw the golden glow appear over them.  As
she had seen it when Joyce was in Ali's office, it began to
pulsate and finally there was a burst of golden light that
enveloped the two.  Both fell to the floor, but still in each
other's arms.  Ginger dropped to the floor on her knees and
thanked God for the blessings He had just bestowed on her son and
daughter-in-law-to-be.

* * *

"So, at any rate," Bobbie concluded, "That is another problem
solved."  Then she grinned, shook her head, and added, "You know,
Jack, it's really funny.  Chuck really knows how to handle her. 
Karen still teases him by stripping, climbing on his drafting
table, and asking him to do something... oh, like stimulating her
clit.  And Chuck always does it, still.

Only now, when he has satisfied her, he just points to his leg. 
Karen then bends over and he gives her a number of spanks
appropriate to whatever it was she did."  Bobbie shook her head
and said, "I really don't know how Karen does it, though.  Chuck
really hits hard.  Notwithstanding, when it's over she sits
across his lap -- how she can sit on those terribly bruised buns
is beyond me -- melts into his arms and they kiss."

Shaking her head she added, "The last time was really funny. 
When it was over, Chuck accused her of being a masochist.  All
Karen did was to hug him even tighter and remind him that it must
be genetic.  Her mother and her late twin, Marie, always did the
same thing.

"Actually, though, I guess it is really a small world.  You see,
Jack, a part of the success Chuck and Karen have had is due to
Sean Callahan and Cindy Cartwright... and Betsy Clifford!"  When
Callaway asked what she meant Bobbie explained, "A major part of
the attraction of the PHA Project is the incredible appearance of
structural lightness coupled with unprecedented structural
strength.  You see, Sean is now both a metallurgist and a
metallurgical engineer, while Cindy has advanced degrees in both
organic and inorganic chemistry and chemical engineering.  Those
two kids are truly unbelievable!  Would you believe they take
_nothing_ for granted?  Absolutely nothing at all.

"Sean has developed entirely new high-strength alloys and even
new structural shapes.  Cindy has developed an entirely new
formula for concrete and even improved on the formulation of the
glass!  The result is that the materials these kids have come up
with permit Chuck and Karen to use their designs.  Taking the
tallest building in the project, for example, using conventional
materials, it literally could not even support its own weight. 
And yet in almost every case, the new materials are _cheaper_ --
and that's on a per-ton basis, too -- than those they replace. 
And with the designs, they use far fewer tons.  The result?  A
bill of materials that costs only a little more than half of what
similar-sized structures would cost.

"By the way, it is a small world.  You see, most of the special
steel is fabricated by Chicago Steel.  That's the company that
Sean's father runs and which Casey Jackson's grandmother and
Cindy Cartwright's parents _own!_  At any rate, the West Coast
steel mills all said the alloys couldn't be produced so Chicago
Steel did it.  Actually, in spite of transporting it nearly 2,000
miles, the cost of the construction steel was still much cheaper.
 First of all, there was much less of it in weight, but beyond
that, they put together some special trains to haul it all out
here."

She grinned again and shook her head.  "Then, of course, there's
Betsy Clifford -- along with Laura Benson and Susan Carlson. 
Betsy developed some incredible CAD software -- that's
computer-aided design.  I have no idea how she does it, but she
programs the plans that Chuck and Karen come up with along with
panoramic photographs of the surrounding area.  Then the girls
'walk the corridors.'  As they do, they see on this large
computer screen exactly what a visitor would be seeing when the
building is complete.  If a vista is attractive, they do nothing.
 If it's not, they decide what to do with it.  You see, in
addition to Laura's law and Susan's military strategy, both are
very talented artists and art historians.

"Military strategy?" Callaway asked.  "That's news to me."

"You know Susan, Jack," Bobbie replied.  "She hides her light
under a barrel -- or under Mike Morris's body, anyway.  But she
has just been asked to serve as the senior consultant to the
Department of Defense and the joint Armed Services Committees of
the Congress.  How that happened is a funny story, too."  When he
asked her about it she told what she had seen and learned.

"Jack, you know the backgrounds of those two kids," she began. 
"Well, she and Mike were both doing doctoral work in military
history and strategy.  Susan was scheduled for her orals first,
and was up against some real fogies on her panel.  At any rate,
they discussed a number of battles and in each case, regardless
of the actual outcome, Susan maintained that the outcome could
have been different, and there were better tactics available for
both sides.  There she was, sitting there in front of the panel,
a little girl only ten years old.  It seems that she had told
both her father and her grandfather what she was intending to do.
 So when the panel was about to flunk her cold and dismiss her,
the doors in the back of the large room were opened.  What do you
suppose happened then?"

Callaway just shook his head.  "The most remarkable contingent of
men marched into the room.  There were forty of them, all in
their army dress blues.  There were four officers, the _lowest
ranking_ wearing the single star of a brigadier general.  The
officer in command was a lieutenant general.  Every single
enlisted man was a senior master sergeant.  Well, Ken Carlson was
sitting in the first row of spectator seats -- there were only a
handful of people there, of course.

The general in command marches over to Ken, gives him the most
meticulous salute you have ever seen, and reports, 'Alpha
Company, First Ranger Battalion, reporting as ordered, _Sir!'_ 
Then he marches back to the head of the formation -- the men were
formed up in three platoons -- and commanded, 'Alpha Company... 
Report!'

"What followed was the most remarkable thing anyone has ever
seen.  You see, the unit was Carlson's Rangers, reformed to help
Ken's daughter.  When they were all formed up in their dress
uniforms, you could see all the medals these men were wearing. 
There was not a single man without at least three medals for
wounds in action or bravery in combat.  When they reported, each
man introduced himself by name and rank... but not their present
rank, their rank in Vietnam.  The examining board was dumbfounded
when these men proudly introduced themselves as privates and
corporals, then listed their decorations.  Among forty men they
had fourteen Medals of Honor!  And that's not counting Ken's two.
 And it just continued.  The generals commanding platoons
announced themselves as second lieutenants while the lieutenant
general claimed to be a first lieutenant.

"But that wasn't all.  When they finished, the rear doors opened
again and a senior group of forty Marines appeared.  They formed
up next to the Rangers and announced that they were an element of
the First Marine Reconnaissance Battalion.  Their commanding
officer reported to Mike Morris.  Then Mike just nodded to Ken
Carlson who approached the table where the examining board was
sitting.  He told them that, with his daughter, Susan,
commanding, the two units were prepared to take on any armed
force of divisional strength... and clean its clock!"

Bobbie grinned and said, "I was there, of course.  It was the
most amazing thing I have ever seen.  Here these academic
strategists and historians were just sitting there, utterly
dumbfounded.  They didn't know what to do!  Finally, they felt
they had no other choice but to accept the offer.

"The exercises were run at Camp Pendleton and up at Fort Ord.  It
was the most incredible thing imaginable to see these two kids --
Susan and Mike -- run these battles.  The teamwork between the
two was unbelievable!  Mike was in nominal command.  He has an
incredible feel for combat.  Susan would just watch, ask a few
questions, and keep her eye on the developing battle.  Don't ask
me how she does it -- or ask her, for that matter -- because I
don't know and don't think she does, either.  But somehow she
senses the moment when the enemy is a bit confused and a bit
uncertain.  She unerringly identifies the weakest point and hits
it with everything she can send in.  The result was the same
every time: The enemy force sags, then breaks, and finally
crumbles.  And keep in mind, this is a force of fewer than 400
against sixteen to twenty _thousand!"_

Bobbie grinned and concluded, "Anyway, after doing the same thing
six different times, the examining group decided she and Mike did
know something about strategy and tactics and awarded them both
their degrees!"  Then she shook her head and said, "Those two
kids are utterly unbelievable.  What do you suppose they did that
night?"

Callaway grinned and replied, "I know what they did.  I just
don't know where.  They had a sleep-over -- they spent the night
in each other's arms.  Right?"

"Of course you're right," Bobbie replied, "But how did youknow?"

Just then the door to Callaway's office opened and his wife,
Kelly, came in followed by Andy Cartwright and Ken Clifford. 
"And to what do I owe this honor?" Jack asked with a grin.

Kelly had slipped off her moccasins and was taking off her
Levi's.  After slipping them off along with her bikini, she
unbuttoned her shirt and then went to where he was sitting behind
his desk.  "Darling," she replied, "I had lunch with the
Munchkins and you know how horny it makes me just watching these
two.  So..."  With that she unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock
that was already fully erect and then bent over his desk with her
back towards him.  Callaway easily entered her, causing her to
moan with pleasure as she felt his huge cock penetrate her
vaginal sheath.

Then with the cutest grin as she supported her chin on her hands,
she said to Bobbie, "Don't let me interrupt anything.  Just
continue your conversation, please.  Jack can easily do two
things at once, as long as one of the things is fucking me."

While he moved inside her and felt the glorious sensations from
his imprisoned cock he said, "And what caused you to associate
with the imps?  After all, I do have other things to do...  I
think.  Damn it, Kelly, you have to knock off this shit!"

As he said it, Kelly let out a low scream as she reached her
first orgasm.  Then she replied, "Jack, darling, I'm just getting
even!  After spending the last hour and a half watching the imps
all over each other like tents, my cunt was running rivers.  And
then I realized this will cause them to eat their hearts out. 
Right, kids?" she asked with a grin in their direction.

Ken was sitting on one of the side chairs and Andy was sitting
across his lap.  They were locked together in a passionate
embrace when Andy moved back the tiniest bit and asked, "Darling,
did you hear something?  Is someone speaking to us?"  Ken just
shook his head once and pulled Andy's head down again.  Just
before her lips locked on his again she murmured, "I didn't think
so."

Bobbie just looked at the young couple.  Both Ken and Andy were
now twelve years old.  Andy had reached puberty and her body was
beginning to take on a womanly form.  Already her legs were long
and beginning to take on their ultimate shape.  Although her tits
had not yet formed, her nipples had grown and her areolas were
beginning to form around them.  Now she was five feet four and
still growing.  Bobbie estimated that she would be at least five
feet eight like her mother before her growth stopped.  Ken had
not yet reached puberty but was only a short time away.  The fact
that, for the moment, Andy was taller than he was, not only
didn't bother them, it was a source of amusement.

The Callaways concluded their lovemaking and Kelly reluctantly
got dressed again, although she refused to button her shirt. 
Sitting next to the kids she tapped them on their shoulders and
said, "You can come up for air, now.  The fun is over... at least
for a while."  The two parted and both grinned at her.  Although
they had stopped kissing, Andy was still sitting comfortably on
Ken's lap and just nuzzled his neck.

"You still didn't tell me why you were lunching with the imps,"
Jack Callaway said.  "And don't tell me you paid...?"

"I cannot tell a lie, John Callaway," Kelly replied.  "I did."

"But... but why?" he asked pretending to be puzzled.  "I mean...
all they did was save my life, make me younger, get me a wife I
adore...  But I already bought them a lunch.  Hell, and it was
only five years ago, too."

"Jack, darling," Kelly replied in her most-reasonable tone of
voice, "that's true.  You did.  But on the other hand, they have
been babysitting for us...  I guess forty or fifty times.  And we
haven't been paying them...  And besides, they really don't eat
very much.  Mostly, all they do is neck."

"Kelly Callaway!" Jack exclaimed.  "Are you trying to tell me
that... that... those uninterrupted petting sessions count as
_babysitting!?_  Darling, please!"

"But honey, they are there at home, after all.  Isn't that what
counts?  And besides!" she said firmly, "Your life is worth at
least two lunches to me.  Maybe even three!  So there!"

The two young people were howling with laughter by this time at
the little skit Jack and Kelly had played out for their benefit.
At Kelly's last words, the two started to applaud and exclaimed,
"Bravo!  Encore!"  To finish it off, Jack and Kelly stood
side-by-side.  While Jack executed a deep bow, Kelly performed a
perfect court curtsy.  When they were again standing, they
simultaneously stuck out their tongues.

Finally, Jim asked Bobbie what she was going to do about a
vacation with the baby coming.  She told him that she and Tom
were going to continue their practice of returning to their
island.  They had gone at least once a year, every year since
they were married.  "Jack," she said, "if I didn't experience it
myself, I would never believe it.  You see, even though I'm
convinced that it is impossible for Tom and me to love each other
more than we do, each time we go to the island, our love for each
other increases!"

Then with the warmest smile he had ever seen she said, "I guess
there will be one change, though.  From now on, we'll be bringing
Prince with us.  We'll need a babysitter, so..."  Then she
grinned, hugged the tiger tightly, kissed him soundly on the lips
and said, "He has promised that he will only hunt his own food. 
He will never provide us with any."

Then she looked at Jack and said, "I do have one question,
though, that concerns you as parents of a couple of my students.
Actually, it's in reaction to a question Kirsty first raised." 
Holding her head up straight she said, "If you and the other
parents don't object, I plan on delivering my baby on the floor
at school, by myself."  She grinned and added, "I guess it's the
ultimate in sex education.  What do you think?"

_"Think?"_ Kelly replied.  "Only Bobbie Conroy, is what I think!
Darling, it just might be super!"

The End... for now.

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
me hear from you.  morg105829@aol.com 

*Barbara* (c) 1994, 2001 by Morgan.   morg105829@aol.com  

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