Message-ID: <19621eli$9902030444@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P6 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: deanajohns@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36b7f533.1079880@burgoyne.com> =============================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant Part 6 Chapter Thirteen "You know I wouldn't do this for just anyone?" Jenny said, groggily on the phone, "I'm really *not* a morning person." "I know. And I'm grateful. You know I wouldn't ask if I didn't feel it was important." Denise answered. "I know... If you'd been just about anybody else I would have hung up on you....after finding out where to come kill you later." Jenny half chuckled, groggily. "I know that's not true and so do you. So you'll meet me, or should I come there?" Denise asked. "I'll meet you... I'll catch a cup on the way. See you in a bit... You'd better look gorgeous." Jenny said. "My best sweats. Work clothes. But I'll happily take them off for you. See you in a bit." Denise giggled, hanging up. "I've figured out how you do it. You have this army of servants out there who are so hot for your bod that they will get up at O-dark-thirty to do your bidding." Betty mused, sleepily. She was snuggled to Denise wearing just her light robe, sort of sipping coffee from time to time. She was snuggled to keep her on her feet as Denise was fully dressed and ready to go. Denise took a last sip of coffee, turned and gave Betty a deep hot kiss. Pulling her tight to her passionately as she did so. Betty almost purred as she pulled back. "That should start your motor up. I've got to run. I'll see you later today." Denise said. "Yeah, like at the late hour of eight.... You don't get away that easy, I want a real kiss." Betty said, holding on. Denise suddenly stopped, gently pulled her back to her and kissed her tenderly for a long time. "Mmm That's better." Betty said, a bit flushed. "I love you... Thank you for being so understanding." Denise said, softly, hugging her. "I love you too. You are most welcome. You can explain what you are thanking me for later as I know you have to run." Betty said, kissing her cheek and heading her out the door. Jenny met her at the door of her office. "Okay, what's this about?" she asked. "I have some things I need to be kept very safe. I mean *very* safe." Denise said, kissing her cheek. Jenny looked at her a moment, she poured Denise a cup of coffee and handed it to her then led her into her inner office. She pushed on a section of wall and there was a quiet click. The section of wall swung open and revealed a formidable looking safe door. Almost floor length. She spun the combination dial back and forth a few times and then worked the large lever. The door pulled open. Inside was mostly empty except a small box of records. "This secure enough?" Jenny asked. "Yes, quite. Why the hell do you have this?" Denise asked, entering the safe with her. "Came with the office. Used to be a wholesale Diamond dealer in here. The only people who know about it are the former tenant who paid for it, the landlord and me. Now you of course." Jenny said. "It will do fine. This bag is all." Denise said, placing it on a shelf. She took out two CD's and handed them to Jenny. "Please keep these elsewhere." she asked. "Why not in here?" Jenny asked. "Just in case... A second copy." Denise replied. Jenny shrugged and took the disks. They exited the vault and Jenny swung it shut and locked it, spinning the dial. She closed the wall panel with a click. She locked the two CD's in her desk for the time being. "Okay, now do you want to tell me what this is about?" Jenny asked, turning to her. "Can I explain it tomorrow after school? I have something I need to do this afternoon." Denise asked. "Alright. But I want the whole story then." Jenny said. "I promise." Denise said, "Oh, Andrea will be contacting you for an appointment. You can contact me at Betty's number from now on if you need me." she said. "Moving in? What about Cindy?" Jenny asked. "She'll be moving in with us after the school year is done. I don't think we can swing Andrea until after her eighteenth birthday." Denise said, cryptically. Jenny looked at her a moment again. "I want the *whole* story. I'll order Chinese food and we can eat here. You can spend the night on the sofa if you need, but you're not leaving here tomorrow until I get the *whole* story." she said, seriously. Denise chuckled. "I *promise*. Now I've got to run. Thanks, love." she said, then gulping her coffee. Jenny caught he hand. She didn't have to speak. Denise read her eyes. She pulled her into an embrace and kissed her softly. "Better. See you tomorrow." Jenny said, smiling. "One of these days you are going to make up your mind about me." Denise said, holding her gaze. "Maybe.. See you." Jenny repeated, guiding her out. Jenny sat back in her chair sipping her coffee. A small contented smile on her lips. Denise disassembled her computer. It didn't take her long. Just turn it off, move the monitor to the side. Remove two screws, slide the cover off, unclip the camera, unplug it's power and interface cable, stash it in her second gym bag, pull one screw and the interface card comes out, stash it in a static bag in her gym bag, replace cover, replace screws, replace monitor, on and boot. Tape in, remove all files and programs from hidden directory, repack disk and all traces of her clandestine voyeur activity is gone from her work computer. The first students from her first class just drifting in. After stepping out and locking the bag in her trunk she returned and sat back with a cup of coffee, watching almost sadly at the shots she was missing. Denise spotted the girl that her and Cindy had found most pleasing, Andrea. Seeing her disrobe and get ready for gym. Denise felt her pulse quicken and felt a flush of desire. The lithe body she had held most pleasurably in her arms many times on the previous weekend. She sat almost hypnotized as Andrea changed. Thinking about the prospect of spending a life with her, Cindy and Betty. Her small smile of contentment resembling Jenny's. Andrea finished dressing. She seemed to be putting on a show for Denise. She slowly pulled her cotton briefs up and then her gym trunks. Then faced the mirror and sat topless while she pulled on her stockings and gym shoes. Pointing her legs so that her tight gym trunks rode up between her thighs. Afterward she pulled on her sports bra and T-shirt, half smiled at the mirror. The smile turned full as she stored her clothes in her locker and headed for the gym. Denise set about her day. ----------------- June was too busy with Monday business to check Denise's house. But she felt comfortable about her plan. ------------------ After school, Denise left right away. She made it to some electronic supply houses and picked up orders placed earlier by phone. Then she drove home. A quick double stick foam tape pad affixed the wireless infrared sensor in the vine by her door. Virtually unnoticeable by the casual observer. She switched it on. Inside she checked her printer, the prints were still there, June hadn't been by yet. She smiled. She opened up her computer and installed the interface card from her bag. She ran the interface and power out a slot in back. She got in a box in the closet and dug out the sneakiest camera she had ever seen. From the front it looked like a standard grounded plug outlet. Installed and wired in it would even work like one. Inside fiber optic bundles looked out the holes of whichever plug was open. The quality of the shots was quite good. Denise had thought the outlet camera might work in the gym, but running the interface cable poised a greater threat of discovery than the camera in her office. In her townhouse it was simple. A small hole in the wall on the opposite side from her kitchen counter outlet into her bedroom. Simple to do. A measuring tape telling the exact spot to drive the cut heavy wire coat hanger trough the wall to the back of the electric outlet. Killing the breaker first of course. She used a simple plug in tester to make sure the line was dead. Then she removed the standard outlet, punched a plug out the back of the electric box. Grabbed the tip of the coat hanger with long nosed pliers and pulled enough of it out to tape a tiny piece of coaxial wire to it. From the other side she carefully pulled the coat hanger back. The slightly enlarged hole just large enough to pass the tape and wire. She pulled a generous amount of the wire through the hole and then went to the other side again. She wired in the camera and hooked up the AC power wires to it. Mounting it in place of the original outlet she replaced the cover, plugged in her tester and then turned on the breaker. Her tester showed normal outlet. She tested the second side, it was fine. Leaving her tester in the outlet she returned to her computer and quickly installed a solder sleeve coax connector to the end of the wire from the outlet. A quick check from a portable meter showed no potential between the connector and the ground of her computer cabinet. She hooked it up and fired up her computer. Calling in a program off an installation CD Denise set up the cameras. The view from her kitchen outlet clearly showed her kitchen, and down a short hall part of the living room and her front door. She set it to running and walked out her front door and back in. Then replayed the shots. They showed her in three or four frames quite clearly and recognizably. "Sexy old broad." she mused at her picture, chuckling. In fact she was under thirty and in no way too broad. The sexy part was true enough, but not in her sweats. She plugged a small receiver into her game port on the back. It would trigger on anybody approaching her front door. Then she called in segments of other programs to make one suitable for what she wanted. It took a couple of hours to get it all done. She stuck a piece of colored card stock into her color inkjet printer and ran off a card she had in mind. She packed up her things for the week, grabbed a few personal items. Did a complete walk though of her house, grabbed some perishables and trashed them. Took out the trash, set her program to start up five minutes after she left and was driving to Betty's, it was just sunset. The sun in the western sky glorious, indicating the approach of the first of the rains of winter that would turn to snow in less than a month. It would be a good night for snuggling by the fire and kissing a lot as the wind brought in the storm. She stopped off at a store she had called earlier and picked up a small package and drove past the post office, checked her box, got her mail and dropped off her film package to Seattle. Betty greeted her at the door. Denise kissed her softly. Then walked her slowly back to the table as she kissed her. Pushing her into a chair she moved on her lap and continued kissing her. Finally she let up. "My, hungry tonight huh?" Betty smirked. Denise nodded, her hands tracing Betty's breasts through her clothes. A look of hungry, but calm passion on her face. "Good.... Pizza will be here in about ten minutes, I just called it in a while before you got here. ...... That's for your food hunger. I'll take care of the rest myself." Betty said, pulling her back into a kiss. They continued to kiss and caress each other until the pizza arrived. Betty had her step in while she got her purse. Denise sipped on some red wine and eyed the college aged cutie. "Blustery night out there, huh?" Denise asked, making conversation to hear her voice. "I'll say. Leaves blowing everywhere in the headlights. Clouds of dust kicking up real good. I think it will be a big one.... Storm I mean." the girl replied. Betty returned and handed her some bills. "Keep the change for the wait and as thanks." she said, eyeing the girl herself. "Gosh, thanks. Enjoy your pizza. Looks cozy by that fire. I'd love to have a place like this. A glass of wine sitting by the fire. .......... Well, see you, thanks." she said, leaving. Betty came back, washed her hands, got out two plates and a roll of paper towels and joined Denise at the table. "Dinner is served, per request." Betty said, chuckling. "Thank you, love. I was hoping for pizza. Jenny promised me Chinese tomorrow night and I forgot to tell you." Denise replied. "Jenny huh? Maybe I should have invited that cute little darling who delivered the pizza to join us... or me tomorrow." Betty teased. "Why didn't you? She was certainly cute enough. She gave you a wide enough opening to drive a truck through." Denise chuckled, easily. "I don't really know. At one time I would have pounced on that opening like a piranha. It just seemed unnecessary. I didn't need to... or really want to." Betty said, softly, looking at Denise. "I know. I felt that way at school today. Seeing the girls in the locker room. The only one's who really caught my interest were Andrea, Cindy... and you as you passed through. It's like we've reached some sort of magic formula. With the way that you and Andrea have taken to each other, and Cindy and Andrea are so close again.. It just all seems so perfect. I could most happily live that way the rest of my life. It's like the younger women touch some sort of maternal instinct in us or something. Certainly not saying I don't feel the carnal side of it too, mind you. It's more like they remind us a bit just how short a time ago -and how long a time- that was for us. Like we want them to feel differently growing up than we did. You, I feel mature love for. I adore you. You are the embodiment of an adult woman. You are sexy and sensual and carry yourself with a self- assured grace that takes time to learn. You move like a cat. Graceful but with the potential to explode into action if it strikes you. You are tender, loving, loyal, understanding and supportive. Your kisses sweet and soft or hungry and passionate. You are *very* passionate. I enjoy every second of your time. Be it making tender love, hot driven hunger or just sitting by the fire talking. I love you very much. Andrea is young and sexy. A bit bawdy, with mood swings from frantic passion to warm snuggles. She's determined, once she sets her mind on something. She's patient, like a hunter. She's brave and she's strong. I'm awed by her emotional strength. The things she's been through and come out like she has. She's also devoted. And that hot body of hers drives me wild. She reacts pretty wildly at times too. I love her very much as well. Cindy, is just a sweetheart, plain and simple. I adore her too. She touches deep inside me. She's cuddly and lovable and frisky and sexy. Eager to please and hungry to learn. She's devoted and loving and caring. She's also got her spicy side, she's a bit of a voyeur like myself. She likes to see and hear those who she is making love with. She experiences love with all her senses. I'm floored by her parents understanding and devotion to Cindy. They really do care most for her happiness. I'll do my very best to supply it. I love her very deeply too. The girls sort of bring out the teacher in me. Not school kind of teaching, but how to deal with the lessons of life kind of teacher. Besides that, they are *fun*. You, let me shine as a woman. I don't have to teach you. You *understand*. The love we feel is deep and permanent. I still don't know if the girls will always be with us, I hope so and I will work for that. But you and I.... are forever. We make each other feel sexy because that's the way we really feel about each other. We *do it* for each other. I see you and I am proud to be your woman. I am proud that you are mine. I am proud of our love. I am proud of my love for each and every one of you. I just want to live with you all for the rest of my life and for as far beyond as there may be. You are all I could ever need. That we all love each other just makes the whole thing perfect. I don't want to mess with that." Denise finished, misty eyed.. "Eat your pizza so we can get on with the snuggling. We can take it over by the fire. Bring your plate and your wine." Betty said, looking at her, a bit misty eyed herself. "And you have the best ideas." Denise chuckled, moving by the fire. Betty headed off to the bedroom for a moment and returned carrying two new robes and some new slippers. With out a word she stripped off Denise's sweat shirt, her top, her sports bra and then wrapped the terry robe around her shoulders. Then she knelt before her and held her feet in her lap as she removed her shoes. She removed both shoes and then her stockings. Then she reached up and pulled off her shorts and panties as one. She had Denise stand and don the robe. Lastly she sat her back down and rubbed both her feet for a while before slipping the new slippers on her feet. Without a word again she stood and removed her clothing quickly, put on the other robe, slipped on her slippers and then knelt before Denise again, but between her legs. She leaned forward and kissed her softly. Her hand reaching into her robe pocket. "Welcome home." she said, placing a new key in her hand. Tears sprung to Denise's eyes. Betty leaned forward again and they hugged and kissed for a long time. "Thank you. Nothing ever sounded so good in my life." Denise said. "Eat your pizza. I'll be back. I just want to wash my hands before I eat." Betty said. Denise *felt* home. After a moment she started in on her pizza. Betty rejoined her on the sofa. "Thank you for the robe and slippers." Denise said, slipping off the sofa and digging into her bag. She handed the small package and the card she had printed to Betty. Then put her new key on her ring. Betty opened the card, looking a bit like a young girl at Christmas. She read the card with tears in her eyes. On the cover was a transformed silhouetted image of two women sensually kissing while two younger women sat beside them watching. Inside there was an inscription in script. *For us it is not easy.. To rival goddesses in sheer beauty, But you....."* *(Sappho ~600BC)* *In sincere thanks* *to the sexiest, most elegant* *jock on the planet* *and my dear sweet love.* *Forever yours,.* *Denise.* Betty shakily opened the small package. Inside in a lined case was a gold plated sports whistle on a soft braided cord. On one side was inscribed what looked like a simple math formula: {Greek letter sigma} [ABCD] = 1 It took Betty a moment to fathom it, then she got tears in her eyes. "The sum of Andrea, Betty, Cindy and Denise equals *one*." she said, sort of quivering. "Nerd talk for *I love you*." Denise said, softly, hanging the whistle around her neck. Betty pulled her to her and kissed her tenderly. "Eat you pizza before it gets cold... so we can get on with the cuddling." Denise said, smiling at her. Betty found herself eating pizza. A bit dazed. "Seems like we've been thinking alike. I got a robe and slippers for Cindy and Andrea too." she said. "That fits; A jock who reads books and a nerd who climbs ropes. " Denise chuckled. "Sounds like a winning team to me. At least half of one anyway. .... Ever see any of the *Emanuel* movies?" Betty asked. "One of them, I recall. Don't remember the title. Kind of wished the archeology lady wasn't such a bitch, she was kind of cute. *Emanuel* was in love with her for a time. She got the cute little one though." Denise replied, snagging another piece of pizza. "That one will do. It was filmed on the island of *Penang* in the straits of Malacca, off Malaysia. Not too far from Singapore. What say after Andrea joins us, I spot for a sort of honeymoon there for us all for a couple of weeks to a month? A friend of the family owns one of those old British estates like that movie was shot at... where they're sitting out on the deck surrounded by lush green.. They hardly ever use it." Betty asked, getting her second piece. "Sounds expensive, my love. You don't need to do that. I'd be content with you in a tar paper shack." Denise said. "As I would with you, dearest. I said I like to live simply. That's simple. Not any real fancy plumbing. Not much need. It rains warm rain most every afternoon from October to February. They keep servants on retainer, but at most I'd utilize a cook just to deal with the local system. Fact is that it would hardly cost me more than air faire and our shots. Be a great place to get all over tans. The estate is isolated and enclosed, but well protected by a security company. We wouldn't have to see anybody if we didn't want to. I stayed there for a summer once, just out of college. It was incredibly lovely, but kind of lonely. I'd very much like to go back and experience it with those I love." Betty said. "If you let me split the cost with you, it sounds divine." Denise said. "Done... Although somebody's going to have to help me spend some of this. I'll be inheriting a whole shitload more when my folks pass on. I couldn't begin to spend what I have now. I have no intention of becoming indulgent. But once or twice a year I'd like us to travel and see the most romantic spots. What I think is romantic. I'd like to see Angel falls in South America. Not hardly like Niagara. Surrounded by jungle with bugs the size of Volkswagens. I think the South Pole would be fun. Or maybe a trip to Russia. Maybe skiing in Austria and British Columbia. Paris in the spring. The moors of Scotland, the Mansia bridge in Wales. The Monarch butterfly migration in southern Mexico. Bryce and Zions canyon in Utah, that sort of thing. But spread out over our lifetime." Betty said. "Living a life of luxury is *not* my interest in you." Denise said. "You wouldn't be, for the most part. Just enjoyable trips once or twice a year. We come back and go to work as usual. We come home and make love.... also, as usual, I hope. We go grocery shopping and work in the garden. Jog on Saturdays. Maybe go out to dinner once a month or see a movie. No fancy cars. No servants. No pretentiousness. We live simply and love softly. We mind our own business and the world pretty much leaves us alone. About the biggest expenses I expect are maybe a nice motor home and a nice ski boat that we can take on trips around here. We take turns driving." Betty said. "Alright, I can live with that. Sounds wonderful really. I guess the girls have yet to pick their professions. They probably ought to start thinking about them so they can plan for college." Denise said, going for her third and last piece of pizza. . "I'd planned on them going to college. I'm quite sure that their parents would like to see them graduate. I'd sponsor them a scholarship anyway, but they'd have to keep a high GPA. Make them work for it." Betty said, going for her last piece, too. "I agree, but I'd like to help with the money." Denise said. "It's hardly a burden to me, really." Betty chuckled. "Betty, my total interest in your money, is that it never get in the way of our love. I'd like to teach that to the girls too. Just like you busting your tail to make it through college on your own meant a lot to you. I don't want fancy gifts of jewels or three thousand dollar watches that keep time worse than a ten dollar digital. I'd rather have the ten dollar digital that I only have to set at most once a month or two. To me money is a tool. A tool for me to exchange my skills and labor for the goods I need to survive and perhaps a few simple pleasures. If I had free access to all I wanted, it would quit being that tool. Some people use money as a scorecard for their careers. My scorecard is based upon a different scale; How much positive influence I can have on young minds. What money I will have, I will earn honestly and will spend accordingly. Your money is yours. Not mine. I won't accept a free ride." Denise said. "I agree with that. That's why I live the way I do. ... But it's also a part of me, Denise. Yes, it's a tool. It can be a tool for good. For one thing. I think that computers will play a big part in the world's future. If you won't accept money freely from me, what about working part time in a real research lab, working toward the betterment of humanity by developing better computers. I'd like to set up such a lab, and I'd like you to help me. I listened to you talking to Andrea's father about what your thesis is in. You publish a few scientific papers that have a major influence on the state of the art of technology, and they will let you teach anywhere, in whatever manner you choose. You won't have to kow-tow to the likes of people like June and nobody will have given you a thing. You will have earned every penny of your money. Because the technology will just make me richer. Not that I need that." Betty said. "I have a job, as a teacher. I always hope to be one. Besides, do you have any idea how much money you are talking about for a real research lab?" Denise asked, finishing her pizza. "I think so. I do read books you know. I also read magazines like that *Scientific American* hanging out of your bag. The smaller the thing you are studying, the bigger the equipment needed to see it. But I also know you can do some research with minimal equipment, good research. You didn't have unlimited financing available behind you when you did your masters thesis." Betty argued. "That's true enough. But I did have a STEM, I just had to leave it there." Denise said. "STEM?" Betty asked. "Scanning Tunneling, Electron, Microscope. About a hundred thousand dollar piece of equipment. About a fourth of what this house is worth." Denise said. "And what could you do with one if you had one?" Betty asked, finishing up her pizza and boxing the rest up. "I could study how specifically to build quantum cells... in conjunction with another hundred thousand dollar machine that I would have to make from scratch. to do the depositing. And maybe another fifty thousand dollar tool to micro polish substrates. Then another fifty thousand for general lab equipment, then another fifty thousand for facilities to handle toxics." Denise said, carrying on the conversation as Betty put the other half of the pizza in the fridge. "What if I took over economic control of a failing research lab which had the equipment you needed? Could you give it direction for the research you think should be performed?" Betty asked, pouring them each a half a glass of red wine, finishing the bottle. "I guess. But that would detract a great deal from my time with you." Denise replied as Betty came back and joined her, leaning back on the sofa next to her. "Maybe. Maybe not. I know that you aren't going to be content remaining a gym teacher. You're too smart for that. You're wasting your potential. And as far as touching young minds and giving them direction, you are doing that with Cindy and Andrea. You are doing very little of it otherwise at school. You aren't going to challenge yourself teaching basic computer skill and how to climb ropes. But you could still do that and go in once a week to a research lab and review the past weeks work and give it direction it should take for the next week." Betty said, sipping her wine and pulling up her legs. "I guess I could do that...... but that would be a hell of a long shot way to do research." Denise chuckled. "I like betting on long shots. Especially on one's I know can win." Betty chuckled, tousling Denise's hair affectionately. Denise leaned back sipping her wine. "I don't know how we got into this. Seemed like I was telling you that I didn't want to accept any of your money and you are talking about buying me a company." she said. "Actually, love. It would just be helping me protect my most important investments." Betty said, eyeing dessert as Denise turned to sit like her. "How so?" Denise asked. "Because my most important investment, is my heart in you. By providing you with the tools you need for your continued personal growth, I protect that investment. Like a stock holder voting on an expansion of a company they own stock in, that will point it in a direction they expect it will be most rewarding for them down the road. You are a long term investment for me. A lifetime. Fact is that I don't have anyplace else for the money to go. I won't have any blood heirs. I will need your help in pointing it in a direction where it's going to do the most good for the most people. Giving it away to the government as taxes or to bottomless charities isn't the answer. You don't want it. We both don't want to ruin the girls with it. By the time I expect to die it will be too late for them to enjoy it as inheritance. But there is more than we all could spend anyway, even living lavishly and *very* ostentatiously. Investing it where it will do the most good for technological development can have a much bigger impact on the world. I know a new technological development that spurned a new industry could provide millions of jobs down the road. That money is a massive responsibility for me. I feel the weight of it constantly. I really *need* your help. Just like you need mine in support of your emotional projects. I think this could be very rewarding for us all. Perhaps not as rewarding as *your* last two projects show promise to be, but aesthetically rewarding. Your not wanting the money votes very highly in your favor. I need the help of someone who will care that it will go to do the most good. Somebody who *wants* it, would be more concerned with lining their own pockets than seeing it goes where it does the most good. You may be a long shot, but you bring in winners. Cindy and Andrea are prime examples of that. They were both long shots. Your quantum well computers may be long shots, but from what you've told me it's the way it will *have* to go." Betty said. She shifted over by Denise and lay back against her, facing outward. Denise wrapped one arm around Betty's middle as she sipped her wine with her other. Betty held her wine with one hand and lay the other atop Denise's hand. "Let me think about it some, huh? I never thought of it from your point of view, I'm ashamed to say." Denise said. "No shame there, love. It's hardly a common frame of reference for thought. Take all the time you wish to think about it. We've got till we die to spend it all, or as much as we constructively can." Betty replied, snuggling back against her. "What about charitable acts?" Denise asked. "I've found most charities to be bureaucracies. They burn half or more of whatever you give them in administrative tasks keeping track of what a good job they are doing. Church run charities are the best, but I don't support any of the major religions. Nor wish to subsidize minor ones. What I'm left with are random acts of kindness. Which only draw attention to myself, which I really don't want." Betty said. "If you could contribute anonymously to worthy causes where it would really make a difference, would you?" Denise asked. "That would be up to you. I've stated my position on that. Short of inviting a homeless person in, what can you do? And then there's the fact that you have to risk your own existence to help them. It's not like just handing them money and changing their lives. It doesn't work that way. *They* need to change their lives. They just need temporary help doing that. But they have to come to that determination before your assistance is going to do any good." Betty said. "You're right. I guess at most you could drop off a couple of turkeys at the soup kitchens and maybe some bubble pack when it gets really cold." Denise said, sadly. "Bubble pack?" Betty asked. "Great insulation. A piece of foam rubber to get them off the ground and a big enough sheet of bubble pack would be almost toasty warm for a bed." Denise mused. "Neat idea.... So tell me what little trap you set for June. " Betty said, changing the subject. Denise told her of her preparations. "Okay, you've convinced me. I know you mentioned dinner with Jenny tomorrow night. But how about Wednesday after school we go out and you pick me a whiz-bang computer system for here. And maybe a spiffo laptop I can cart to work and back." Betty asked. "Sure, glad to." Denise said. "So exactly why do you want shots of June entering your townhouse and searching it?" Betty asked. "That's simple enough. If I have evidence of burglary, I can keep you right out of it. She incriminates herself. The question of lesbianism never comes up. I don't need to have any shots around that could be compromising to you." Denise replied. Betty turned in her arms. "Did I ever tell you that I loved you?" she asked, kissing her cheek. "A time or two. I never get tired of hearing it." Denise said, softly, lifting her chin and kissing her lips. They both trembled a bit trough the kiss. Betty put their wine aside and then leaned Denise back on the sofa. Kissing her. "I figure we should practice kissing for about an hour or so, then we can go to bed." she said, softly. "Sounds perfect. I could just kiss for days without stopping. I love it...... and you." Denise replied. "Really? I love just kissing too. But quite often it makes me want to do more. For right now though, it seems just perfect." Betty said, playing her fingers in Denise's hair and removing her glasses and setting them aside. "We talking or kissing?" Denise asked. Betty answered by lowering he head. Denise's arms slipped around her neck and they continued to kiss. They kissed softly, deeply, hard, passionately and tenderly. They softly played their lips over each others. They nibbled and sucked on each others lips. They tried humming and saying 'Mississippi' while they kissed. They moaned, giggled, chuckled, were serious, whispered, talked and shared each others soft, wet tongues. It was over an hour later when Betty slipped to her knees and pulled Denise's robe open as she moved between her legs to kiss her womanhood. Later Denise did the same to her. Then they moved arm in arm to the bedroom to continue kissing and making love. Chapter Fourteen The next day, having caught up her "Monday" business, June told the office workers she would be out for a while on errands. She drove to Denise's rental complex and pulled up into her slot. She looked around to see if anybody could see her. Not that it mattered. She would look natural enough using a key to enter Denise's townhouse. As she walked to the door, the sensor beside the door registered her presence and signaled it to the computer. It recorded the first instant of her entering the townhouse and her looking around the living room. It recorded her progress as she first walked through the whole place, then set about a systematic search. It got a great close up of her as she sat pondering the prints from the printer and the rage growing on her face as she read the message. She looked frantically around the computer and went through all the master disks she found in a box in the closet. She ignored the camera on the stalk hooked to the computer, the wire running to the computer from the wall and even a tiny camera sitting there catching close ups of her as she looked through the computer itself. There was no trace of the evidence, she even flipped through all the blank pages on the two printers. She didn't bother cleaning up her mess as she took the two prints and left. Not bothering to lock the door, she was livid with anger. She didn't go back to the school, instead she drove out to Betty's place. There she tried to use her key to enter. It didn't work. She walked around back and used a rock to break a pane on the French doors and open them. Then she went through the house from top to bottom. Not finding anything incriminating, except four robes, and four sets of slippers. Two of the sets still in their packages. There was just nothing there. Perhaps in the small wall safe she found, but that was beyond her skills to open. Inside she would only have found two heavy candle stick holders, much more cash than she would have expected, some jewelry and a homemade computer printed greeting card. The last being the most incriminating, but not near sufficient compared to what she was looking for. She left leaving the front door wide open. More angry than ever. She drove back to the school. She walked in on the middle of one of Denise's classes. "You won't get away with it!" she yelled at her, almost in tears. "I'm sorry?" Denise asked, turning to her. "I said you won't get away with it!" June cried, almost violently. "I don't know what you are referring to, Ms. Benito. Perhaps if we could talk in my office you could calm down enough to tell me what this is all about." Denise said, calmly placating her. The students all stood dead silent in their tracks, watching the exchange. "You know *god damned* well what I'm talking about! You won't get away with it, I'll see you in jail!" June screamed at her. "*Ms. Benito* you are becoming *hysterical*. There is no need for the use of obscenities in front of your students. Now I really think we should talk in my office after you calm down some. You seem quite distraught. I'll have one of the girls go for the nurse. You can lie down and rest until she comes." Denise said, calmly, professionally. June suddenly seemed to realize she had witnesses. She turned white as a ghost realizing what she must look like compared to Denise's calm responses. She didn't say a word, just took Denise by the arm and led her toward her office. Denise called back over her shoulder. "Candy, take the class. Pick teams so they can play basket ball. Send them to the shower ten minutes before the period ends. I'll see what this is about." she said, calmly, letting June drag her. The girls kind of followed them into the locker room. Watching June drag Denise into her office and slam the door. Then they heart one muted voice screaming at Denise. They couldn't understand what was said. Candy hustled them back out and did as she was told. "Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?" June screamed at her in the office. "Sit down and calm down. I don't think you want the girls to hear you." Denise said, quietly. "Don't fucking tell me what to do. I've been to your place. I've got the pictures. Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?" June asked. "Simply protecting innocent people, actually." Denise said quietly. "Innocent people? You call them innocent people?" June cried, still yelling. "Shut the fuck up. If you don't stop yelling I will not bother explaining to you. I will call the district office and report you are hysterical, I've got thirty-seven witnesses out there to back me up." Denise said, evenly, "Yes, I call them innocent. Innocent against the kind of damage you could and undoubtedly would do to them if I didn't stop you. I am really most grateful. You've relieved me of the burden of endangering Betty's career and reputation to do that." she said, quietly. "Now what are you talking about?" June asked... a bit quieter. Denise turned to her computer. She plugged a phone jack from the computer into a multi tap block on her phone. She called in a program and logged onto her Internet account, hiding her log on and password. Her mail flag was up. She ran down the list in her local storage, now almost full, picked a file and had it downloaded to her computer there. Leaving the originals intact in her account. She then logged off, and opened the picture with a simple graphics viewer. "Now, that is a very clear picture of *you* entering into my house without my permission. I have never invited you to my house, I have never given you a key, I have never given you permission to enter my private property. That picture right there is evidence of *burglary*. There were some fifty-seven other pictures of whatever you did there now safely transmitted to my Internet account so even if you went back right now and smashed my computer you couldn't obtain the evidence I currently have against you. Now if I hear one word that you have hurt those people, I will have *you* in jail for breaking and entering. I'm quite certain the district takes a dim view of burglars." Denise said, evenly. "I used a key." June said, smugly. "And where did you get that? I never gave it to you or authorized it's duplication. Entering a building illegally is considered burglary even if the door is wide open. The simple fact is that you did not have my permission to be there. Depending on what kind of mess you made and damage you did I may file charges against you anyway." Denise said, quietly. "How did you know?" June asked, seeming to quiver with anger. "I index my keys so I can find them in the dark. You had it back in the same position, but the cuts were pointing the other way. It was upside down when I went to use it to get in that night. Had you used it right away, you may have succeeded in your little plot. But as it is, *you* are now in much deeper. *Criminally* deeper. And I *will* file full charges if I am *forced* to, and the law will recognize my full rights to do so." Denise said, quietly, calmly. "Where is it? I looked at Betty's too. There aren't there either, unless they are in her safe. I couldn't get it open." June said. "Where they are, is no concern of yours. If you went and searched Betty's place, then you broke in. She had the locks changed yesterday so your key wouldn't work. I could have done the same to mine, but I wanted to catch you in the act. I have. Now I don't need the other stuff and I can destroy it." Denise replied, simply. "What is it you want from me? And why should I believe that you would destroy the pictures? What guarantee would I have?" June asked, shakily sitting down. "Why, I want *nothing* from you. I don't want any of your money, I have not tried to coerce you into any immoral activities. Whatever your relationship with anybody has been, it has been your own business and none of mine. I honestly believe that. As to the guarantee? Why none of course. As the data was digital in format, then at this point there could be a million copies of it spread all over the world. There isn't. There are two copies of each episode kept in separate places. But you will never have access to any of them, ever." Denise said, stopping before she told June of Betty's wealth. "What do you want?" June repeated. "Nothing but your silence. Andrea will be getting counseling anyway. I'm going to work with her and the counselor to try to get Bobby into counseling also. The ultimate goal of that counseling is to return Bobby to a healthy productive life and to help Andrea deal with the trauma she has been through. Your way would end Andrea in a foster home and more trauma, Bobby in prison and more trauma for him, probably suicide. More trauma for their parents who don't know a thing about the relationship.... which occurs seldom enough as it is. I don't condone the relationship. I don't think it's a good idea. I also don't think your solution is the answer to it either. It solves nothing while hurting everyone. I won't tolerate it. If you do it, you go to jail for burglary, plain and simple. Otherwise, we all go on just as we are. You have no further connection to us other than here at school. I'm not asking for any special considerations here either. I just want to do my job and get on with my life." Denise said, levely. "You know blackmail is illegal too. I still have these. If I go to jail, so do you and Betty gets exposed for what she is." June said, taking two folded pages out of her pocket. "Gosh, I wouldn't show those to anyone if I were you. You mean those pictures of *you* involved in a homosexual relationship with an unidentified Brunette?" Denise asked. "You know god damn well who it is. Look!" June said, holding the picture open, but out of her grasping range. "I see you quite clearly licking a pussy. The brunette could be any one of thousands of women. I don't see any unique identifying marks." Denise said, looking at the shot. "And what of her huge clit?" June asked, smugly. "Gosh, I can't see any such thing. Your chin is in the way." Denise said. June looked, then at the other shot. "You think you are so fucking smart. These could be connected to your printer at home." June snapped. "Not the way laser printer technology works. It's not like typewriters. You may be right that the specific emulsion could be traced to a printer like mine, of which there are millions of around this planet. Very superficial evidence at best, even if you throw in the paper itself matching the paper type on my printer. The kind recommended by the manufacture for use with that printer. Or the ink emulsion, which they do as well." Denise said. "What about your finger prints on the pages?" June asked. "I've never touched those pages. As far as I'm concerned, I don't know where you got them. I deny any knowledge of their existence. You might post them in the glass case by the office and see if the students know where they may have come from, but I wouldn't recommend it." Denise said. "You people are sick!" June spat at her, pocketing the prints. "You might ask yourself exactly who the sick one is. Betty and I and the two girls will live a happy, honorable existence the rest of our lives. You will go on being a two faced hypocritical bitch, who is now very much alone in the world when she could have been a part of that happiness. Now I don't want to hear another word about this. I don't want you to have a thing to do with any of us, I'm not about to tolerate your interference in our lives in any way. I suggest you just mind your own fucking business from now on. I can guarantee only about seven years of that. As I think that's what the statute of limitations is on burglary. I'm not so certain you really want to stir all this up anyway. We don't need any of the hard evidence really. It would be just as bad for you as it would be for us if the four of us were to testify about your behavior last Saturday night before a judge or even the school board." Denise said. "I could fire both of you. Then what would you do?" June asked. "You just don't seem to get it. Your firing us would have no effect upon the situation. None what-so-ever." Denise said, wearily. "Yeah? How would you eat and pay rent? That townhouse must cost you a lot to live in." June asked. "Well, not that it's any of your business. But Betty just asked me to share her house with her. Andrea's father offered me a job at his research lab Sunday night when I met him. But Betty's hardly hurting for bucks herself. You really blew that one. You could have been the favorite lover of a very rich lady. Instead you have nobody." Denise said. "Rich?" June asked, suddenly baffled. "Her parents gave her that house for a graduation present. Including *all* that land around it. That's why she's the only house on that block. She owns the *whole* 160 acre block. That's a pittance compared to what she'll be inheriting when her folks die. Those candle stick holders on the table Saturday night were *solid* gold. I'd say right off hand that you fucking blew it. Now get out of here. I have a class to teach and I'm quite sick of your presence." Denise said, rising. "I'll tear your fucking eyes out!" June said, coming at her. Denise was quicker than she expected. The hand coming at her face got twisted around up behind her back. Denise pushed her up against the wall and held her there. One hand was enough. She yanked the door open with the other hand and then gently pushed her out the door. Girls in the hallway seeing Denise calmly controlling a very upset Ms. Benito who was crying and trying to kick and hit her. "I think you'd better go home for the day Ms. Benito. And you'd better seek counseling about these delusions of yours. Now please leave as you are upsetting the students." Denise said, gently prodding her out the gym door, her arm held up behind her back. She marched her down to the nurses office that way through the halls. Ms. Benito calling her all kinds of filthy names in front of the students, trying to twist around and scratch her, kick her or hit her. Denise was calm and firm. She kept her arm up high behind her back until they reached the nurses office. "Ms. Benito seems to be very upset about something. I think she's suffering some kind of hormonal surge or something. I think someone should take her home for the day and she should seek medical attention right away." Denise said, releasing her. June just collapsed on the cot and cried. "I'm sorry I had to embarrass you like that in front of the students. But you should not have attacked me. I don't know what this is about, but you're a nice person and you'd better see a doctor quick before it affects your job further." Denise said. "I'll take her home myself. Thank you, Miss Alvey." the nurse said, leading her out in the hall. "No problem. I have to get back to my classes. Do you need any help? She was quite hysterical. Came into my class screaming something about '*I would never get away with it!*' I was never able to get her calm enough to tell me what she was so upset about. I just wonder if she's just starting an early menopause or something." Denise said, calmly. "That may be it. No, I don't need any help. I've had training on handling hysterical patients. But she seems quite manageable at the moment. I'll make out. Thanks for handling it so discretely. It's a good thing it wasn't during class change." the nurse said. "Yeah. I'd better get back to my class and try to explain menopause to them. This could be all over the school otherwise." Denise said, heading off. The nurse looked after her approvingly. Thinking that was the kind of teacher they needed more of. Denise called all the girls from her class together in the locker room before she let them out and explained to them what menopause was and how the hormone swings could cause unusual or bizarre behavior. "Don't worry. She's probably going to be fine. The doctors can treat this sort of thing easily once it's detected. In the meantime it would be better for her if you didn't say anything about this to anybody. The same thing could happen to any one of us when we get older. It could hit us anywhere from mid-thirties to fifty or even later. The nurse is taking her home and she'll probably be fine next time you see her. She may get moody from time to time until they can get her hormones to settle down. This is kind of like super PMS, so we all know what it's like. You can help her by being kind and supportive of her when you see her. Don't mention her outburst. Okay, you'd better get to your next class." Denise said, excusing them. "What was she yelling at you in your office? We could hear her yelling but couldn't understand her." one girl asked. "I don't know. She was yelling something about me not getting away with something. I couldn't make it out she was so hysterical. Then she tried to attack me. That's when I took her down to the nurses office. It seemed like paranoia. That can be one of the symptoms of menopause. An unfounded fear. You better get on now." Denise said, returning to her office. By the end of the day it was all over the school that Ms. Benito had suffered some kind of hormonal based nervous breakdown. "I doubt she's grateful to you, but that menopause hormone story was a stroke of genius. She'll be able to continue her job because of that." Betty told Denise after she had heard the story. "It sounds like she broke into your place. It might actually help the situation if you called the police when you got home, but tell them that you don't want to file charges as you understand that she's suffering from some hormonal imbalance. It establishes that she's shown unstable behavior. I don't think she's going to forget it. This helps us discredit anything she might say down the road if she does. Yet gives her an out so she can retain her career after seeing a doctor." Denise said. "Sure, good idea... you even care about her, don't you." Betty asked. "She's got some actual mental problems. I don't want to see bad come to her, I just don't want her to be a problem for us." Denise said, wearily. She connected once more to the Internet and downloaded all the shots from her house and saved them to tape, then cleared her storage. She deleted two shots that showed her holding the prints of her and Betty before saving the rest. "Remind me never to piss you off." Betty chuckled. "I don't think you could." Denise said. "See you later?" Betty asked. "After I talk to Jenny. It may be late." Denise said. "Not another one?" Betty asked. Denise smiled at her. "Not in my plans, no. She just wants an explanation of the whole situation. She deserves it. Afterwards she said she'd feed me Chinese food. I don't expect anything else. She resisted my attempts at a different relationship years ago. We're just friends now." she said. "If you say so. See you later. I won't wait up. You have your key." Betty said, squeezing her shoulder. "How's the whistle work?" Denise asked. "Like a whistle. I quite like it though." Betty grinned, holding it fondly. "I'd better go. Looks like she turned my place over pretty bad. I hope your place isn't a mess. If it is, leave it till I can help?" Denise asked. "Yeah, deal. I may record it by camcorder though. Just as a record." Betty said, seeing her to the door. "Good idea. I'll do the same to mine. They will match." Denise giggled, heading out. Her place was indeed a mess. She called the complex manager over and showed him while she recorded it. "Want me to call the police?" he asked, upset. "No. I have a good idea who it was. Today at school the principal attacked me. I'm quite certain it was her. She's suffering from some sort of hormonal imbalance. Kept accusing me of something that wasn't quite clear. She'll be fine once she sees a doctor. I just called you over as a witness. I guess she got my keys from my bag at work and had them copied. She scared me pretty badly today. I'm going to be staying with one of the other teachers for a while. She wants me to share expenses with her in her house. I may just do it. If I do then I will be giving this place up. I just wanted to give you a little warning. I think the only damage to the place is one little hole in the bedroom wall where I ran an extra ground wire to my computer from the outlet on the other side. I'll gladly patch that and pay to have the room repainted. If you have any other locks, it might be a good idea for the safety of whoever lives here after me if you replaced this now that she has a copy of my key." Denise said. "Don't worry about the hole. It's minimal compared to some of the damage the other tenants do. You've been a good quiet tenant. I hate to lose you." he said, meaning it. "Well, I won't leave you cold. I'll take it for another month after this, even if I decide to share the house with her. You can show it in the meantime. I'll leave the bedding and furniture for now, just take my computer and clothes so that people can see how nice it can look." she offered. "If you'll do that I'll give you a break on rent. That will make it easier for me to rent it. In fact I won't charge you for next month unless you decide to stay. I'll get that lock changed right away. You can pick up your new key from my office when you need to get back in to straighten up and get your things." he said, taking his leave. Denise grabbed some more things, keeping her camcorder and tape, she loaded her computer into her car and then went back and replaced the original outlet in her kitchen., taking the outlet camera with her. Jenny was just finishing up with her last patient when Denise arrived. A cute but very disturbed young woman passed her on her way out. Jenny hugged Denise tightly for a long time, almost quivering. "I'm sorry. Sometimes this job gets to me a bit. That young ladies step father abused her pretty badly before her mother found out and divorced the guy. She's one very disturbed young lady........ That's in confidence, of course." Jenny said, looking at her. "You need hardly worry about me. One I don't know her name, nor do I wish to. Second I would never tell a soul. You know that." Denise said, hugging her. "Mmm Oh... you are good therapy for me. How much would you charge me to let me come see you once a week and unload on you?" Jenny asked, half kidding as she hugged back. "Nothing. I owe you my life. You gave it back to me once. But I'd happily do it just because you are a good friend." Denise said, meaning it. "Shouldn't tease me like that, I may just take you up on it. But I was kidding." Jenny said, releasing her. "I wasn't. I'll leave you my new address. Stop by anytime. I think you'd really like Betty. She's such a dear." Denise said, settling into a chair. "Coffee, or wine?" Jenny asked. "Wine please, it's been a stressful day all around." Denise said. Jenny served her a glass of white wine and poured herself one. She settled on the sofa and kicked her shoes off. Moaning a bit in relief. "Rub your feet for you?" Denise offered, moving over by her and settling on the sofa, taking a foot. Jenny lay back in bliss as Denise rubbed her feet for her. "You really are good therapy for me. .... Now let's get to your story. I want it all." she said, her eyes still closed. Denise did her best not to look up her skirt as she rubbed her feet. She started talking as she rubbed. She changed feet and did the other one and kept talking. About halfway through the whole story, Jenny stopped her while she ordered Chinese delivered. Denise went on afterwards. She told Jenny all about Saturday night and what had happened with Andrea and Cindy, June and Betty. She left nothing out. She finished up on what had occurred just that day, handing her the video tape of her apartment and the tape containing June's images as she did it. "Good god, lady. You have got to lead the most interesting life of any person I know. Now you are hitched to an heiress and two nubile young ladies." Jenny chuckled when she finished. The food arrived and Jenny paid for it, refusing Denise's money. "Nope, you promised and I promised. You kept up your side of the bargain and so will I..... Lets eat." Jenny said. They washed their hands in the bathroom and then dug into the feast. Jenny digging out some paper plates. "So you haven't said what you think about it all." Denise said as they ate around a work table. "I said you lived an interesting life." Jenny said, spearing a prawn with her chopsticks. "That's an observation, not an opinion." Denise said. Jenny chuckled. "Alright, love. You've gotten yourself into a genuine mess. And I hope it really works out for you. June sounds downright unstable. A lot more unstable than Bobby. You probably did well establishing the hormonal based mental imbalance story. You may need it. As to your own actions... they've been absolutely honorable. You've shown yourself to be an exemplary person. Your behavior has been simply stellar. I am very proud that I know you as my friend. You've laid your own career and happiness on the line several times to back up people you thought were in need of it. They have been. God really does not protect innocents. As in the case of that young lady who was leaving as you arrived -and Andrea. Andrea was one very lucky lady to meet you. They all were. That means Betty, Cindy and Andrea. June too, really. Another person may easily have toasted her ass and thrown it to the wolves and nobody would have blamed them a bit. I think I could learn a lot from you. In fact I am hoping to." Jenny said, shyly. "I don't understand. What could I possibly teach you?" Denise asked, her chopsticks working on her chow mien. "You could teach me how to be a better counselor." Jenny said. "I seriously doubt that. You're the best counselor I know." Denise said, much surprised by Jenny's statement. "I don't doubt it for a second. You are -perhaps naturally- empathic. Perhaps unnaturally from your experiences, it does not matter, the effect is the same. You intuitively *know* what to do to help someone emotionally. Like what you did for Andrea. In common therapy Andrea would have taken years to deal with her problems. You basically whupped them in a week." Jenny said. "We aren't out of the woods yet with Andrea. It could still blow up in all our faces. And I really *don't* know. I just play it by ear." Denise argued. "Which means that you *do* know, you understand instinctively at any given moment what to do. That's how you play it by ear. As far as being out of the woods with Andrea... well. She's emotionally much better suited now to deal with what she's been living with for the past three years. She actually is happy about her relationship with Bobby, but I think she is realizing -now- that it was coerced. She may have lowered herself upon him, but she shouldn't have been in that situation in the first place. It was also after the fact of him raping her anally several times. Bobby's actions are far from stellar, no matter what their foundation. Fact is that you've saved his butt with Andrea and I think he knows it, if he knows about your relationship with Andrea. I think he also knows that Andrea will realize that it wasn't really voluntary on her part... that's why I think he will talk to you. He needs you as much as Andrea did, and in much the same manner. He needs your understanding. He needs you to tell him that it's alright. Even though it's not. But I digress.... My whole point was that you instinctively understand these things. Your actions at any given point reflect that. I think that love and passion have much to do with that. That's what I need to learn from you." Jenny said, softly. Denise looked up sharply at her. "Why *Doctor*, are you making a pass at me?" she demurred. "Yes and no.... I was hoping you'd make one at me. A very *long term* pass." Jenny said. "I don't understand." Denise said. "You remember when you first kissed me after you came to me with Cindy's problem? How you knew exactly what I was feeling at a given moment and controlled your kiss accordingly so that I still retained my freedom of choice?" Jenny asked. "Yes, I remember the kiss very well. It was quite enjoyable. So was our last one yesterday." Denise said. "Well how are you at consciously knowing what you are doing? I mean how aware in your conscious thoughts are you of what effect you are having?" Jenny asked. "Gosh, I never thought about it much. Fairly, I guess." Denise replied. "Kiss me, then tell me what I felt. Make it medium devastating." Jenny said, leaning toward her. "Just a moment." Denise said, chewing. Finally she swallowed and then rinsed her mouth with a drink of wine. Afterwards she leaned to Jenny and tenderly kissed her. After a moment she pulled her in her arms and increased the depth and passion of the kiss. She held control of her former counselor as she completed the deep searching kiss. She ended it softly, cutting it off at the medium devastation point. Jenny quivered a bit as she pulled back. It took her a moment to regain her composure. Her face was flushed with desire and *she knew* she had been *kissed*. Denise sat back thoughtfully thinking about the kiss. "Closer to ... no, I guess that probably was medium devastation from your point of view. I would have called it three-quarters to eighty-percent..... Okay, when you increased the kiss suddenly there, what prompted you to do it then?" Jenny asked, hoarsely. "I felt you quiver a bit. You weren't satisfied with the kiss up to then. You expected deeper. You exhaled though your nose in a kind of sigh. You enjoyed it up to then, though, you just wanted more, faster. Part of it is giving them what they want, but not quite. If you satisfy but not quite completely, they will desire more. They are left with a portion of their desire. If you fully satisfy, then it is just over with afterwards. They are satisfied and may not feel as strong a desire to do it again. You can use that principle in segments. Like I did in that kiss. I purposefully started slow. It was good, but it wasn't what you desired. You got a bit frustrated. Then I gave you more of what you wanted. You were happier with it than if I had given it to you right off. Teasing is an important part of lovemaking. It pumps up the desire. It pumps up the passion. The net effect is a greater enjoyment." Denise explained. Jenny nodded, thoughtfully. "See, that's just exactly what I need to learn from you. It helps me understand better how people control my patients." she said. "You think I control people?" Denise asked, surprised. "Of course you do. Not in a bad, manipulative manner, but the principles are the same. You desire people to like you. So you actually make it so they do. That's not a bad thing at all. You make it a good thing for them. But if a person is subject to control from a bad person, using the same techniques, then ... well you get a situation like Andrea and Cindy. Not that Andrea realized at the time that her behavior was bad. But the effect was the same upon Cindy whether she realized it or not. Just as Bobby's effect upon Andrea was the same if he actually was driven by some nightmarish logic to think he was doing Andrea good, or knew he wasn't and didn't care. Right now Andrea is probably trying to figure out which of the two that was. I suspect the first, to start with, but I think he's knows better now. I think he realized it before the week was up. But was in too deep already to stop it." Jenny said. "Wow... you got that out of my kiss?" Denise chuckled. "That and much more. You helped clarify things for me pertaining to half a dozen of my patients. Two of which you are involved with romantically." Jenny said. "So... What did *you* feel?" Denise asked. "I don't think I need answer that. You know very well what I felt. You know you could take me any time you wanted. You haven't out of respect for me. I appreciate that, but I'd very much like you to do it anyway. Only I want you to tell me exactly what you are doing, and to do it slow enough for me to understand it. I want you to take at least six months to fully seduce me. I want to savor every second of it besides it being good for me as a counselor." Jenny said, grinning at her. "You can't fool me. You're another aural sex fiend like Cindy. You want me to give you *eargasms*." Denise chuckled. "Would you mind?" Jenny asked. "No, of course not. ..... Okay, Doc. This is eye contact. Careful, Cindy popped her cork the first time I ever used it on her." Denise said, removing her glasses and grasping Jenny's eyes with her own. Jenny didn't climax, but she wanted to very badly. It wasn't that late as Denise let herself in. The house was a bit of a mess. She saw the broken window and her heart sank a bit. Betty came down the stairs in her robe and Denise hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry I got you into this mess." she said. Betty looked at her sharply. "I'm not!" she said, "That's a five dollar piece of glass. That's nothing compared to the heart of gold that I got in return." "But the mess! I'm so sorry... You at least you had *some* relationship with June before, now you have none at all. Or worse, she'll burn you at the same time as me if she can." Denise said. "Are you nuts? Sit down. Think about what you just said. Yes, I used to fuck June. It was fun, that's all. It wasn't even all that much fun. It damn sure didn't compare to a single episode of making love to you or either of the girls. As far as June burning either one of us, right now she's being so irrational that she'll be lucky if she doesn't burn herself. Now this mess you and I can clean up in about an hour total. I expect to live with and love the three of you for the rest of my life. And I expect them to be blissfully happy years. So June's loss is hardly something I lament." Betty said. "I know...I just got to thinking about all the trouble I've caused you." Denise said. Betty looked at the a long moment. "Tough session at Jenny's, huh?" she asked. Denise looked at her and smiled. "Not exactly................ After we had our little talk, we kissed and looked into each others eyes for about an hour while I told her what I was going to do to her. She damn near left a puddle behind her when we left." she chuckled. Betty sort of shook her head, as if to clear it. "You were seducing Jenny? Why? I thought she was straight." she asked. "One, yes, slowly over about six months time. Two, Jenny *asked* me to seduce her. I am explaining everything I do to her, as I do it. It's honestly for her work. The more she understands the process of seduction, the better the counselor she will be. Three, she was straight, she is incredibly curious, but not so much that she can't tolerate a six month seduction process. If anybody else had asked me for that reason, I would have told them to jump in the lake. But I don't doubt her sincerity. She actually thinks it will help her be a better counselor, and I believe it will too." Denise replied. "But you will enjoy it too." Betty said, simply. "Of course I will, darling." Denise said, pulling her into her lap, "When have I not enjoyed it?" "Let me get this straight. You've been kissing and making eye contact for the past hour. But nothing else? And you expect it to take a solid six months before you fully seduce her?" Betty asked. "That's right. I could do it in one night, easily. But she asked that I take six months so that she can study what I do completely so she can fully understand it." Denise replied. "Did she feed you Chinese as she promised?" Betty asked. "Yes. It was quite good. We had a nice white wine with it." Denise replied. "So, you have been fed, you have been doing nothing but kissing for an hour with someone you've desired for years, it has been a highly emotional day all around. You must be absolutely dripping yourself. Lets go to bed. We can clean up tomorrow." Betty said, climbing to her feet and taking Denise's hand. "I am absolutely dripping, love. I just started my period before I left Jenny's. Luckily I had a tampon with me." Denise said. "Good, then you will be extra hot and receptive to my little *specialty*." Betty said, towing her up the stairs. "Liable to be messy, love. I'm flowing pretty heavy." Denise said. "So it will be messy. I want you. Do you want me?" Betty asked, stopping at the head of the stairs. "Yes." Denise said, looking into her eyes. Betty grinned and swept her into her arms. It was a short carry this time to the bed. Later Denise lay in her arms, panting. "You are scandalously sick and perverted and I simply adore everything about you." she said, chuckling breathlessly. "I think it's hereditary. I must have relatives in Transilvania. You don't mind?" Betty asked, kissing her cheek. Denise pulled her to her lips and kissed her long and deep. "Mind?" she asked at last, "Why the hell would I mind? You just popped every breaker in my panel. I was highly aware of what you were doing. You kept your emphasis on my little love button. You did nothing I found offensive. I was just teasing, love. If you are scandalously sick and perverted, so am I. Happily so." Denise replied. "I warned you I had my *red wings*." Betty chuckled. "And you deserve them with full honors. But we'd better get to sleep. We have a full day tomorrow. We have to clean up in here, unpack my car, make your house secure, go to work, go find you a computer system, get a pane of glass and some putty to replace that window and plan you a real security system." Denise reminded her. "I knew it. You don't want to kiss me now." Betty said, mockingly. Denise answered her by rolling her eyes and then rolling over her. She held her head firmly as she lip locked her. They got to sleep much later. The alarm in the morning found them groggy. "I warned you, love." Denise said, heading for the shower. "No regrets." Betty said, following her. June Benito was out for the day. The Vice-principle did the morning announcements over the PA. afterwards she came by and talked to Denise. "She's seeing her physician. I think she'll be okay.. Any idea why she would have such hatred for you?" she asked. "No, not really. The only contact I've had with her at all really was when I first started here and then she stopped by last week to tell me she had enough equipment for the computer class I am to teach next quarter." Denise replied. "Yeah, she said something about canceling that class before the nurse got her out of here yesterday. But I don't see how we can do that with all the corporate contributions we've had and all the schedules we juggled for the students. I'm think we'd better just go ahead on with the assumption that you will teach it and that whatever objection she had to it was just a hormonal based bout of paranoia. I'm glad you handled it quickly and efficiently like you did. I've had many students come up to me concerned over her. Had you not handled it like you did, June might have been out of a job. The students would have thought her crazy." the vice-principal said. "Thank you, I just wanted to get her to help as soon as possible. I just hope she gets well soon. She seems kind of young for menopause, but I've heard of it starting early before." Denise said. "Yes, well. I'd better let you get back to your class. I don't know how long Ms. Benito will be out, but lets plan on going ahead with the computer class. I looked at your file and you are well qualified. I don't know *what* you are doing teaching gym. You ought to be teaching science. But that was Ms. Benito's decision. Maybe she's had something against you from the start... I don't know. I can't see what. The students like you and you are a very competent qualified teacher. .... Well, I'll let you get back to your class." the VP said, heading out. Denise turned her attention to her class. Afterwards, Andrea put on her show. Denise snagged her and pulled her into the office. "Andrea. You don't *need* to put on anymore shows for me. That point was made. You don't have to do that anymore." Denise told her. "I know. But I *want* to do it now. It gives me great pleasure knowing that I may be bringing you pleasure." Andrea replied. "Yes, well I thank you for that, but tone it down a bit. If the Vice Principal had been in my office just now instead of the start of the class she would have seen enough to sway her real good. And she's happily married with kids of her own." Denise chuckled. "Alright... I'll make sure you're alone or with Coach Hart before you get the full show. You'll still get it anyway. Just more discrete when you have other guests in here. ...... That thing with June yesterday.... it wasn't hormones was it? It was about me. Wasn't it." Andrea asked, more statement than question. "Yes, but don't worry. She sealed her fate pretty good. I'll tell you the whole story this weekend at your parents cabin. But just so you don't worry; If she opens her mouth and burns you, she goes to jail for breaking and entering both mine and Betty's place. I've got hard evidence of her entering my place, from the first instant that the door opened. I have pictures of her turning over my whole place in search of the pictures she thought I had stored there. She did the same thing to Betty's place. That's what her little outburst yesterday was about, she couldn't find anything at either place. When I got her into the office here I explained to her how she had just made the first set of pictures unneeded. That's when she lost it. If she's not careful, she may just mess up her career. With what we established yesterday with the hormone story, she would likely be considered delusional if she did say anything to anybody about you and Bobby. .... on that.... Should you get questioned about that by anybody, act surprised and indignant. Don't change your story. You don't know what the hell they are talking about. You love your brother as your brother. You always have. He hasn't talked to anybody since his return. Stick to that story no matter what. Okay?" Denise asked. "Sure, okay. ... I won't forget this... I know what you are risking and doing for me. I won't forget it." Andrea said, softly. "I think you're worth it. Way more than anything I am risking here. There's two others at least who think the same thing. That's not counting your family, whom I know cares very deeply for you. You just keep that in mind and don't worry. I'll handle old *Fishy-puss*." Denise chuckled. "I didn't know you knew her nick name." Andrea chuckled. "*She's* probably the only person who doesn't. You better get to class now." Denise chuckled. Andrea hugged her quick, kissed her cheek and headed out. ------------------------------------ June was at her doctors. She realized she had no choice about it. Not if she was going to retain her career. For whatever reason Denise had given her an out. She was hardly grateful, but she wasn't stupid. She would use the out. She winced a bit as her doctor drew blood for a complete chemistry work-up on her. They would find no imbalance, but would attribute it to a sudden random surge. ------------------------------------ After school, Denise stopped by a hardware store with measurements for a new pane of glass. She got a can of putty and a knife. She still beat Betty home and had the window replaced and half the house straightened up by the time she got there. Together they finished up the clean-up, carted Denise's computer in, then went shopping for Betty's new computer system. "I don't care what it says in the literature. I wish to see this unit function on that box there before we buy it. NT is notorious for not liking device drivers." Denise told the salesman. Betty hung back, watching her work. The salesman sighed, but it was a large sale. He went to the trouble to do a by the book installation of the driver for the flatbed scanner. Then hooked up the scanner. It didn't work. It latched the operation every time. "Okay, now let's try this other one." Denise said. The salesman just nodded in complacency. He knew when he was outclassed, and he was the store owner. The sale took him longer than he thought it would, as Denise required each peripheral to be tested as fully functional before she would accept them. But the sale ended up making his day for him. It was the nicest system he had sold in months. Right on the edge of state of the art. He carefully noted the peripherals and software that *had* worked. He would offer them as a bundled system in the future. Denise then checked out the laptops he had in house. Settling on a top of the line unit. Having Betty check the keyboards and viewing angle and brightness of the display. Betty agreed with her choice. Then Denise began to dicker with the salesman/owner on a package deal. Quoting real prices from discount houses that were well known. He relented and actually took several thousand dollars off the total package price. "Okay, Denise. Why don't you go start loading the car while I settle up the tab." Betty suggested. Denise nodded. The owner sent two of his sales force to help her load, leaving Denise to watch the car between trips. Betty turned to the owner. "Okay, here's my platinum card. I want three more identical systems added to it. Order them in and wait for me to call for them. You will not say a word to her about it." Betty said, handing her card over. "What? Three more desktop systems? or Laptops?" he asked. "The entire order duplicated three more times for a total of four complete orders. Desktop, laptop, printers, scanners, software and everything. Just take the total times four and put that on the card. We'll take the one system tonight and I will pick up the rest later. But if you reveal this, then the deals off. Got it?" Betty asked. "Certainly. I can have the rest by next week at this time." he said. "Take your time, I may not pick them up till just before Christmas. But make absolutely certain they are all configured exactly like the one we just bought as one of the systems will be for her and she will check them all out for me." Betty said. "Certainly Ms. Hart." the owner said. "It's *Miss*. I hate that term; *Ms*. It's for women who are afraid to tell the world what they are. I'm not married, I'm *Miss*." Betty said, waspishly. "Certainly Miss Hart." the owner said, running her card. Betty smiled at him. "Sorry, didn't mean to vent on you. I've just been dealing with a Ms. lately, a real bitch, and I'm just sensitive to it. I really appreciate the way you've treated us tonight. I may decide on ordering more systems just like it for others for Christmas presents. If I do then I will call up an tell you to add a system. What I mean by *a system* is the whole package like we got tonight. Laptop, desktop, software, printers, scanners, the works. So keep track of that order. I assume you would go out and set up a system for someone if I ordered it, Daddy's such a klutz at such things." Betty asked. "Yes, most happily, Miss Hart. Anything you want." he said, handing her the massive sized ticket to sign. Betty looked at the total and chuckled, believing him. She signed and pocketed her copy and card. He held the door for her as she left. Denise watching from the car. "My, he sure was eager to please with as much as I talked him down. Maybe I should have dickered harder." Denise said. "I figure you saved me a not so small fortune. I would have just come in and bought it, and it wouldn't have worked right. I think that calls for an ice cream sundae or banana split. Where's that soda fountain you and Jenny took Cindy to?." Betty asked. "Your on as I just saved you at least four thousand dollars." Denise giggled. "You saved me much more than that. I negotiated with him to lock in that price on future purchases of the same things. I figure to get a whole identical order for my father for Christmas. I know if I get him the same system, that it will work. That's why the salesman is so eager to please." Betty chucked. "Unfortunately I can eat only one ice cream sundae at a time. I'm going to have to do an extra lap this Saturday for all the rich food I've had this week anyway." Denise said, seriously. "You mean the extra lap you did last night wasn't sufficient. I must be slipping." Betty giggled. "Not that I noticed, love. Not that I noticed. We can get the sundaes to go so that we can get you set up." Denise said. "Fine, if we take them home we can share them both with two straws." Betty giggled. "Sounds fun." Denise replied. It was. They got Betty's new whiz-bang computer system all set up in her office/library. Denise set up her grades program for her on her desktop and set up macro's for her to update the units from each other. She started on plans for her estate security. Betty said they could do that on her laptop at school the next day. She would get a copy of the original architects plans for her house to scan into her system. They finished up their sundaes and then Betty led them to bed. After work the next day, Betty visited her parents. She wore a dress, which was usual for her. "Decided to be a woman?' her father asked, half joking. "I decided to be myself. I finally met someone who made me feel like a woman.... Unfortunately for you.... she is also a woman." Betty replied, waiting for her parents inevitable reaction.. "I realized a long time ago that was the best I could hope for...... So who is this woman?' he asked, true to form. . "Her name is Denise Alvey. And I am in love for the first time in my life." Betty replied. Her parents long ago resolved to their daughters gayness, but this was the first time Betty had ever mentioned *love*. Her mother seized upon the occurrence. "Okay, darling. Does she know *who you are*?" she asked. "Money wise, yes. After the fact. Her first official act after learning of my wealth was to proclaim she wanted nothing to do with it..... She really doesn't. I invited her to move in with me, the only way she would do it, is if she shared expenses. I told her the house was paid for. She told me to divide the taxes spread over a year in half and she would pay her half. She insists on paying half the utilities and telephone. I don't know how she could be more sincere. She honestly doesn't want my money. She loves me for me. " Betty said. "You're certain of that? She may have been aware of who you were all along." her father said. "I am absolutely certain of it... that she loves me and not my money that is. It would have been exceptionally difficult for her to arrange to work with me as she does. It was random chance that she got assigned to Ballard. Then she expected to be a science teacher -she's a physics major- but got placed as a gym teacher. Lastly, she made no move toward me whatsoever. Not hints, not physical, no innuendo, nothing. I invited her to my house for a hot tub after she climbed the ropes to the ceiling seven times in one day for student demonstration. I made a pass at her in the hot tub. She checked the first one, as I was pretty clumsy. She accepted the second later, after we had talked a bit. Then she taught me what love was all about. I don't mean sex -although she's good enough at that- I mean *love*. She's the most tender loving person I ever met." Betty said, misty eyed. "She could just be a very good actress." he father said. "Hush up dear." her mother said to him, "When has she ever used the term love before. She's quite serious and I think it's wonderful." she said, hugging Betty. "Thanks Mom.... could I talk to you in private?" Betty asked. "Certainly dear, lets go into the parlor. I'll have the servants bring us some tea." she said, flagging a maid. "Now what's all this about?" she asked, when they were alone, the tea served and the doors shut. "I wanted to ask you about your physiology. I have an unusually large clitoris. Did it come from your side of the family?" Betty asked, a bit embarrassed. Her mother smiled and blushed, but nodded. "How did daddy feel about that when he discovered it?" Betty asked. "That's why you are here, baby. He quite likes it. Why do you ask?" she asked. "Because I've always felt a bit of a freak. When I was in sixth grade the other girls used to call me *Bob*. That's why I was always getting invitations to sleep over with them. One day I overheard some of them talking about Bob and her little cock. That's when I quit sleeping over. People always treated me like a boy. So I acted like I thought boys should act. That's why I got into athletics. It's probably why I got into girls in the first place, really." Betty said, not looking at her mother. "I'm sorry dear. I didn't know. But I do understand. In my day we weren't exposed to each other as much, but I still got flack. Your father treated me like a lady. He always has. That's why I fell for him." her mother said, getting teary eyed. "Which is precisely the point I was going to make. Denise is the first person who made *me feel* like a woman. She treated my uniqueness as if it made me more of a woman, not less. I actually feel like that now. For the first time in my life, I *like* being a woman. She gave that to me. And it's more precious to me than all our money." Betty said, tears on her cheeks. "You really are in love with her, aren't you." he mother asked. "Yes, if there was a way, I'd marry her. I'd do anything for her." Betty said, still crying. "I understand. So what is it that you are here for?" her mother asked. "One, to tell you that I am in love. And I want to buy her a company." Betty said, shyly. "A company? You said she didn't want anything, but she wants you to buy her a company?" her mother chuckled. "No, *I* want to buy *her* a company. I want her to be happy. She's not going to be happy as a gym coach. She's a physicist. She needs to be doing research. Her masters thesis was in an area where computers must end up going, because of size limitations. She did work on the smallest possible physically sized components. The work she did could lead to a whole new industry. I want her to have a place where she can develop that work into a marketable product. It's the only way that she would possibly accept any money from me. If she could develop a product that would reward me back financially. What I'd like to do is to buy an established research lab and give her control of it. She would point it in the right direction. I think it would be cheaper to buy an established lab than to start one up from scratch." Betty said. "And you want me to talk your father into it?" her mother chuckled. Betty nodded, shyly. "What do you know of computers?" her mother asked. "Quite a bit at this point. Denise has been tutoring me. We went out last night and she picked me out a state of the art system. I actually know how to run it." Betty said, proudly. "She taught *you* computers? She must be a remarkable woman." her mother chuckled. "I do have a full library, you know. And I have read most of it. But yes, she is a most remarkable woman. She's a nerd who climbs ropes and I'm a jock who reads books. I think we were made for each other." Betty said. "Alright dear. Any particular company you had in mind?" her mother asked. "Yes, have him take a look at Billings Research Labs. Have him find out what field of research they are presently pursuing. Don't make an offer for now, just find out about the company. I don't know if it's exactly what I want for Denise, but I hope so. It might take care of a couple of things if it was." Betty said, cryptically. "Alright, Billings Research Labs. I can remember that. What if it doesn't match? Exactly what research would Denise be doing?" her mother asked. "If it doesn't match, have him look for labs doing research in quantum well devises and tunnel effect. Denise mentioned something about SQUIDS. I don't know exactly what they are. Not the Calamari type, it's an acronym for something. Super conducting Quantum ...something or other." Betty said. "SQUIDS and quantum well, tunnel effect. Sounds like an underground fish farm to me. You'd better write this down." her mother said. Betty chuckled and got in her bag and scribbled out a note with all she wanted on it. She handed it to her mother. "Alright dear. I'll have him look into it. It sounds like it might be a good long term investment anyway..... I take it that you have a particular interest in this Billings place. What's that about?" her mother asked. "I didn't think Daddy would understand... I'm not sure you will. There are actually four of us in love. The other two know nothing at all about my money. They won't until they graduate college at least. I want to set up anonymous scholarship funds for them too." Betty said, watching for her mothers reaction. "Four? ..... Doesn't sound very intimate to me." her mother said. "It works out better than you'd think. The other two compliment Denise and I quite well. They love each other as well as us. We all simply adore Denise. One of the other girls father owns Billings Research Labs. I could help out two at once if it's suitable for Denise's work.... Oh, I need the original plans for my house. Does daddy have a copy here?" Betty asked. "I think so.... You sure you want to get into this this deeply?.. I get the impression there is much you aren't telling me." her mother said. "I think that I am telling you all that you *want* to know, for now. But yes, I am absolutely certain about all of this..... I never knew what love was before Denise came along. Now I'm virtually swimming in it. I like it. I want it to last. I think this will help it last." Betty said. "Alright dear. I won't ask about the rest. But I'll back you on this. I can see that you really want it. You'll take so little from us... maybe you've just been storing it all up. We'll see what this Billings Research Labs is all about. Maybe we can swing it." her mother said. "One other thing. I'd like daddy to do this anonymously. I don't want Mr. Billings to know that I am involved with this at all. It might be better if the name Hart was kept out of it altogether for now." Betty asked. "That shouldn't be to hard. Your father can have his investment brokers look into it." her mother said. "Great. Well... I guess I'd better go. Denise has dinner waiting for me." Betty said, rising. "She cooks for you?" her mother asked. "We cook for each other. We take turns. She's brought me breakfast in bed several times. Sometimes I'll be sitting reading and she'll bring me a cup of coffee just out of the blue. I try to do little things like that for her too." Betty said, smiling fondly at the thought. "Sounds like love to me..... Speaking of dinner, how did your candlelight bash go?" her mother asked. "Oh mom, it was the most elegant night I ever spent. It was wonderful. The candle holders worked great. The night lasted until the candles were all burned down. .... It was... passionate." Betty said, dreamily. "We must have these women over to dinner here, then." her mother suggested. "Maybe later. Denise and I some night, sure, but not the other two. I don't want them to know about our money until they know how to stand on their own two feet." Betty said. "How long will that be?" her mother asked. "A while yet. I'll let you know. I'm sure that Denise would love to have dinner here, with me. I'd appreciate it if she didn't know about this company deal. Daddy can talk to her about her work, as much as he will understand it. But I don't want to let her know what I'm doing for now. I want to surprise her with it, if we do it." Betty said, hugging her mother. "Alright dear. Next Friday?" her mother asked. "Some week night would be better. Weekends are kind of our only time we can all get together. This Friday night we're all going up to the Billings family cabin for the weekend." Betty said. "Okay, some Monday thru Thursday night then? How about next Wednesday night?" her mother asked, walking her out. "Sound's good. I'll ask Denise and let you know." Betty said, kissing her mother on the cheek. The affection took her mother by surprise. Betty hadn't been that affectionate when she was growing up. "This woman really has made a change in you, hasn't she." her mother asked. Betty nodded. "Yes... I just love her so much... words don't describe. I love all of them. I've never been so happy in my life. If there was a place we could go to all get married, we would. In a heartbeat. We all care that much about each other." she said. "Well, I'll look into that too. There must be some place." her mother said. "That would be great. I've got to run now. Thanks mom, I love you." Betty said, kissing her cheek again and hugging her. "I love you too, baby. Don't forget to give your dad a hug." her mother said. "Just going to do that now, he's probably in his den?" Betty chuckled. Her mother nodded and grinned. Betty knew them pretty well. Denise had dinner waiting for her when she got home. She greeted her at the door and kissed her warmly. Betty hugged her like she would never see her again. "What?" Denise asked, sensing something in Betty. "I'm just so happy. I just love you like air." Betty said, clinging to her. Denise kissed her again, long and tenderly. Betty seemed to quiver in her arms. "Come on, my dear love. Your pot roast is getting cold. We can snuggle by the fire after dinner." Denise said, leading her to the table and seating her. "My parents want to meet you. They want us to come to dinner next Wednesday night." Betty informed her. "Oh? You want me to meet your parents? Sounds like your pretty serious about me." Denise chuckled. "More serious than I've ever been in my life." Betty said, softly. "It sounds like fun. I'd love to." Denise replied, grinning at her. "Oh, I left the house plans out in the car. My father had a copy in his files." Betty said, half-rising. "Sit down and eat. We'll get them later and scan them into your computer." Denise said, pushing her back and kissing her cheek. After dinner Betty got the plans and they scanned them in sections into the computer. Denise merged the segmented scans into complete documents in the computer, showing Betty how it was done. She also showed her how she had set up her computer as the answering and fax machine. Betty could even call into it from her laptop from anywhere as it had a cellular link. Her E-mail and Internet account was now active. The incredible part was that her laptop accessed the Internet much faster than her home unit. The data link was much faster over the new cellular system than over the old phone lines. They set about designing a security system for the house. One that Betty could access from her laptop. Or would call up her laptop wherever she was if she had an intruder. Otherwise it would upload pictures of the intruder to her Internet account if it couldn't get through to her. Denise had most the software developed already. Part from the trap she had set for June and part from her student gallery program. She showed Betty the outlet camera. Betty liked it and wanted to order one for every room in the house and the outside outlets. Denise suggested some other options, as the outlet cameras didn't output that good a picture compared to other small concealable cameras. She logged Betty onto her Internet account and showed her a bunch of options. "You mean I can shop from here? On line like this? At this time of night?" Betty asked, aghast. "Probably 24 hours a day. Yes." Denise chuckled. "I just click on what I want to order and send them my credit card number?" Betty asked. "I'm not comfortable with sending my card number as yet. I fill out an order and then call the toll free number that most list and give them my number that way. Since I contact them directly over fairly secure lines, then they have no excuse for my number getting out. If I send it over the Internet, then they could claim that it had been intercepted by someone else." Denise said. "That makes sense. So lets order some stuff. I still want outlet camera's for the whole house, plus quality cameras. I like those ones that look like motion detectors. That's a neat idea. How can they see through that red window?" Betty asked. "The camera's actually see better in the infrared spectrum. But those are only black and white cameras. I think you should put one of these little ones here at the gate, one like it pointing out at the parking area, another pointing out the back and if you want good pictures, then one of these here wherever you want. But that's way over kill for a security system. Unless you're planning on a little voyeurism like I did." Denise giggled. "Maybe. I still haven't seen those shots. Order all the outlet cameras, the other ones you suggested and ....... about four... no five of the good ones." Betty said. "That's a lot of money." Denise said. Betty shrugged. Denise placed the order and then called the toll free number. Betty fed them a card number. Denise added hookup wire to the order and some interface cards. Then she logged off and guided Betty out to the fireplace area. "Enough technology. You need to be careful about that. Those things can be as addictive as TV. Even more so." Denise said, making them a hot buttered rum. "Now you tell me. As if three women wasn't enough of an addiction for me." Betty chuckled. "Addicted to us are you?" Denise chuckled. "Heart and soul, love. Heart and soul." Betty replied. "Good. That means I'm not alone in this. I think some addictions are much better than others. Love sure as hell beats the shit out of Television." Denise chuckled, joining Betty on the sofa. "Sure as hell does." Betty said, pulling her to her and kissing her tenderly. --------------------------------------- "Your father said you were going to have a couple of teachers for company up to the cabin this weekend. That sounds like fun. He said they were quite unique for teachers. If you'll give me an idea of what you want to eat I'll go to the market while you're at school." Andrea's mother said at the breakfast table. "That would be great. How about pizza fixing... and maybe... I don't know, a roast or steaks. Eggs and lean breakfast strips. Some pre- shredded hash browns. Maybe some roast beef for lunches... oh and some bagels for breakfast or lunch for sandwiches. Some pre-made salad, some tomatoes, maybe some onions and bananas. Some new potatoes and some green onions and peppers for omelets. We could use a case of canned mushrooms up there. I use them in omelets and on pizza. I'd also like some fresh mushrooms. Some orange juice mix, coffee beans; the French roast kind, coffee creamer for Cindy and I. Oh and a whole bunch of diet sodas. Pepsi, coke, Dr. Pepper and maybe some ice tea. Oh, and some tea bags. I think they like tea at night instead of coffee." Andrea said, between bites. "Sounds like enough to feed an army." her mother chuckled. "Four people for two whole days and three dinners. They can bring me home Sunday after dinner. So three dinners counting tonight, two breakfasts and two lunches." Andrea replied. "Alright dear. I was just teasing. You really want to spend a weekend with teachers?" her mother asked. "Yes, I really want to. I really like these two teachers. They are my friends. Best of friends." Andrea replied. "Well, I certainly don't object. They certainly seem to have affected you positively. You're becoming downright studious about your homework. Do you think that you will stay friends with them after you leave Ballard when you graduate this coming summer?" her mother asked. "I hope that we stay friends for life. They're really good people. I just love them." Andrea said, distantly. "Okay... You'd better write the shopping list down. I'll never remember all that." her mother said, looking at her thoughtfully. Andrea left the list on the table before leaving for her bus. Her mother looked after her as she ran out. She was more than a little suspicious of her daughters relationships with Cindy and these teachers. But they had so positively affected Andrea's life lately that she didn't dare say anything about it for now. But the thought had crossed her mind more than once that her daughter might be gay. She sighed and drank her coffee. Bobby was out back meditating before his shrine. She looked at him as she sipped her coffee. At least Andrea was talking to her. She would never have to experience whatever it was that Bobby had gone through. Being gay was not a significant problem compared to that. At least Andrea seemed to be very happy about her life. She would give anything to see Bobby just as happy. Andrea had brought him home some books that her Miss Alvey had given to her. Maybe they would work, it was certainly worth a try. She'd happily try anything that had a chance of reaching him. She didn't know if her husband had a clue about Andrea, but she knew he certainly wasn't stupid. Well, at least she wouldn't have to worry much about Andrea getting pregnant, she mused. Chapter Fifteen Because Denise had promised Marge she would always have dinner with them on Fridays, she arranged with Betty to pick Andrea up and take her up to the cabin. Her and Cindy would join them after dinner at the Crowthers. This was certainly agreeable with Betty and Andrea. They were quite looking forward to getting a head start on the weekend with a little private tryst. Betty arrived to pick Andrea up, meeting Andrea's mother. Her father seemed in a very good mood. Some brokerage house had taken a sudden interest in his research lab, they were quite interested in what he was developing. They seemed to have investigated him quite thoroughly. He thought maybe they were interested in buying him out. "What would you do if they did?" Betty asked. "Gosh, hadn't thought about that. I'm not really ready to retire." he said. "Well, maybe they'd be interested in keeping you on to manage the place. Would that interest you?" she asked. "Possibly. They seldom do things that way though. Usually when a company is bought out, the purchasing company wants to bring in their own management. I'm a bit concerned about that really. I want to be sure my employees get a fair shake. They've been very loyal to me." he said. "Well, I'm sure that whoever is looking at you will keep that in mind. Good employees are hard to find... as I'm sure you well know." Betty said. "That I do. So where's Miss Alvey and Cindy?" he asked. "They're having dinner with the Crowthers, Denise has become quite friendly with Cindy's folks. They have a standing Friday evening dinner. They'll come up and join us afterwards." Betty said, kind of eyeing Bobby who was watching TV. "Sounds like fun. How would you feel about the same with us?" Andrea's mother asked. "Oh... my. That's very kind of you. Yes, I think I'd quite like that. But I don't want to be any trouble to you." Betty said, surprised, but elated by the idea. "Well... I guess Andrea's told you something about Bobby. He doesn't say anything, but he sits down to dinner with us every night. You wouldn't mind? He really is quite persnickety about promptness." her father asked. "No, that would be no problem. I think Andrea's already planned for dinner tonight though. She was talking about it at school today." Betty said. "So how about starting next Friday evening then. I don't know if you'd like to stay at the cabin every weekend, but when you'd like you could take Andrea up with you. Otherwise just come for dinner." her mother said. "That sounds like fun. Yes, I'd like that. From what I've seen of your cabin I wouldn't mind spending a lot of time up there. How long into the winter is it open?" Betty asked. "All year round. They plow the main road and daddy has a service plow our driveway for the weekends if needed." Andrea said, gathering up groceries to pack to Betty's car. "There's probably snow up there now, with that storm we had earlier this week. I'm afraid it's going to be kind of cold outside. You'll be kind of cabin bound, you sure you want to go up there?" her father asked. "Yes, quite certain. It sounds delightful, actually. Curled up by the fire with a good book. No phones, no television. I have my laptop if I get bored. Denise has it set up so that I can connect straight to the Internet over a cellular link. We could go spelunking all over the world if we wanted." Betty said. "Sounds expensive. You be careful of those cellular rates. They can really build up quick. Especially if you get lost in your computer and aren't watching the time." her father said. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. I only intend to use that sparingly." Betty said, gathering up the last of the groceries as Andrea came in for the last load and her bag. "Well you folks have a good time. We'll see you Sunday night. Be careful and watch the fireplace screen. It has a tendency to let sparks pop out past it." her father warned. "I promise to keep an eye on it. We'll see the girls do their homework too." Betty promised. "There are some board games there and cards if you get bored." her mother offered. "I'm sure we'll have a great time. Thank you. Bye now." Betty said. Andrea hugged and kissed her folks and grabbed her bag, checking her books were in it. Before leaving she laid the computer books Denise had loaned her out for Bobby to read. Once in the car Andrea giggled. "What?" Betty asked. "I'm just so happy. I get to have you over for dinner each Friday. It will be like you are one of the family. Like Denise is with Cindy's folks." Andrea bubbled, squeezing Betty's hand affectionately. "Not exactly the same. Cindy's folks know about us all. Yours don't. We'll have to be careful what we say." Betty warned her. "I know... But I'll still get to be with you.... I love you." Andrea said, quietly. "I love you too, Andrea." Betty said, squeezing her hand in return. Andrea kind of leaned her shoulder against her as they drove along. "I just want us all to be together. It's so perfect." she said, softly. "So do I. And it really is perfect. Denise and I were talking about that very thing this past week. I think Cindy's going to move in with us after the end of the school year. We were thinking that you could move in with us after you turned eighteen. I was thinking about expanding my house so that we could all have our own little offices and stuff. Maybe a bigger bedroom where we could put a really big bed in for us all to sleep in." Betty said, her hand playing in Andrea's hair. "Sounds wonderful. But that's over two years away. I don't know if I can wait that long." Andrea said, softly. "Yes you can, love. Remember you were going to wait years for Denise if you had to. Those two years will go like lightning. We'll still see each other a lot. With your folks inviting us to use the cabin you don't even have to lie about where you are. In the summertime we can spend whole weeks up there if you want." Betty said. "Yes... I want. It still seems like a long time to wait. I want you all in my arms every night. I want to wake up every morning sandwiched between you all. I can think of nothing on earth as wonderful as that would feel." Andrea said. "What about Bobby?" Betty asked, tactfully. Andrea sat up. She looked out the window for a while before answering. "I love Bobby with all my heart.... But he's my brother. The world will never let us have an open relationship. I know it's not going to last, it can't. I know when I move out of the house that our relationship will basically be over with." she replied, looking out the window, tears dripping from her eyes. "Maybe.... lets get him talking first. Do you think that he would agree to a vasectomy?" Betty asked. "I don't know. Maybe. Why?" Andrea asked, looking at her. "I'm not promising anything. But it would put a lot of peoples fears to rest if he had a vasectomy. That would eliminate the danger of you getting pregnant. That would make your relationship a lot more palatable to a lot of people. If there is a way, then I'd like to make it so that you can continue your relationship with him. I certainly understand your attraction to him. He's quite a handsome man. A real hunk. I wouldn't mind seeing him myself." Betty said. "Really?" Andrea asked. "Yes, really. That I am attracted to him, I mean. The rest we will have to see. We need to get him talking and living a more normal life first. Then all sort of options open up to us. If your parents felt comfortable with him living in a place of his own then your opportunities increase considerably. As such your risk of pregnancy would also increase. That's why I mentioned the vasectomy." Betty said. "Yeah, I can see that." Andrea said. "You could still never openly live together as a couple. The laws don't make any allowances for that. They simply state that you can't do it." Betty said. "I know... I don't know how we could ever be together." Andrea said, sadly. "The laws don't say a thing about a sister visiting her brother and his girlfriend." Betty baited. "Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Andrea asked. Betty just smiled at her in reply. Suddenly Andrea seemed to get it, her eyes got real big. "You and Bobby?" she asked. "Why not? I'm not related to him. I think he's quite cute. Unless you want to keep him all to yourself?" Betty chuckled. Andrea sat back, flabbergasted. She hadn't thought of Bobby being with anybody else. "No... I guess not. I just never thought of him being with anybody else." she said. "Well think about it. I'm not saying that's the way it will work. It's just a thought. It doesn't have to be me either. There's also Denise... or even Cindy. But with Cindy being as young as you, then there may be resistance to that anyway. I was just thinking that if we could get Bobby out of his apparent shell that I could be a convenient girlfriend for him. With this Friday night dinner thing, I have an excuse to fall for him. Your parents would love it. Especially if they thought it would help bring him out of his shell. Then if he did seem to come out of it, we could have a relationship your parents would approve of, Bobby and I, that is. He could live with me. You could come stay to give me a hand with him. Sort of to keep an eye on him as you know him better. Tada! You now have ample opportunity to see Bobby as much as you wish and no-one is the wiser. You're happy, your parents are happy, the law is happy, Bobby ... I don't know. You'd have to answer that. If he's as in love with you as you are with him then he'd be happy. And I would certainly be happy because you would be. That's what I want most." Betty said. "God I love you." Andrea said, leaning and kissing her cheek. "Yes, well, none of that. Wait until we get to your cabin and then you can kiss me to your hearts delight." Betty said, but grinning. "Count on it." Andrea bubbled. ---------------------------------------- "I got my E-mail account!" Cindy bubbled to Denise as she walked in. Hitting her on the fly to kiss her. Denise held her tenderly while they kissed. Chuckling over Cindy's bubbling attack. Finally she managed to pry Cindy off her long enough to greet Marge and Sam. "Welcome home. I see you do have regular jeans. I think I like the others better." Marge chuckled. "Don't be making a pass at me in front of Cindy now, Marge." Denise teased, hugging her and kissing her cheek. "She has no need to worry. I'm a confirmed monogamist." Marge chuckled, tousling Sam's hair. "Hi Sam, how was your week?" Denise asked, kissing his cheek. "A bit worried over you. Cindy told us about the little tussle you had with Ms. Benito." Sam replied. "I think she sealed her fate pretty good when she broke into both mine and Betty's place. Betty called the police and they came out and dusted. They found ample evidence it was June. Her prints were on the door handle and on all the drawers she opened. Betty said she didn't want to press charges as June was having some emotional problems, but she has the option still." Denise said, removing her coat and sitting down at the table. Cindy brought her a cup of coffee and slid onto her lap. "Yes, well it took one of Marge's long stories for her to tell me what it was all about. You certainly bit off a large chunk to chew. But we're behind you." Sam said, squeezing Denise's hand. "Thanks Sam, that means a lot to me." Denise said, misty eyed. "So what are you going to do?" he asked. "Well, the first step is to somehow get Bobby communicating with the outside world. As it sits it's not all that dangerous. They only get together when both their parents are out of town at the same time. So it can remain status quo safely while we work on that. He's got the computer books I loaned to Andrea. If he reads them and then starts playing on the computer, then maybe we can get him reading E-mail. If we can get him to reply to that then we have our line of communication." Denise said. "Speaking of which, as Cindy said, she has an E-mail account now. We can send mail to you." Marge said. "Or Betty. I just got her set up too. Either of us as I'll probably be staying at her place. In fact if you needed us this weekend you could send to her account as she will have her laptop with her. Could you please get a piece of paper Cindy? You can write down your new account address for me too. I'll show you how to send encrypted files. That way we can safely send messages to each other." Denise asked. Cindy kissed her once and slid off her lap and got a pad and a pen. She wrote down her new address and Denise wrote down both hers and Betty's. Cindy added Andrea's which she had just gotten from her that day along with Bobby's. "Don't know what I could say to him just yet. We need to get him using the computer first. Then to read his E-mail. Most of it will likely be junk mail. He'll get used to that just like commercials on TV." Denise said. "I know, I already got junk mail in my account. I thought it was from you. I thought you had some way of finding out my E-mail account and had sent me a message or something. It was just a dumb add for computer monitors." Cindy said, disgusted. "Here, write down the year you were born by your E-mail address." Denise said, handing her the paper back. Cindy wrote it down and handed it back. "Okay, why?" she asked. "That will be part of your password for encrypting messages you send to me and de-scrambling messages I send to you. Your initials and the year you were born. Say a person born in nineteen-eighty-five had the initials PM. Then the password would be PM1985. Get it?" Denise asked. "Yeah, but is that safe. Anybody who knows how old I am would know that year. And they know my initials." Cindy asked. "Safe enough. They don't know what you would use for a password. It might be a pets name or a saying or your whole birthday or your social security number or your mothers maiden name or anything. The point is that it could be anything. It's highly unlikely that somebody would stumble upon exactly what you used. Especially since it's a mix of both your initials and the whole year of your birth. Even if the thought of using your initials and your birthdate, they'd probably use all three of your initials and an abbreviated date, like 85, not 1985. So it's safe enough. It gives six digits of security, which means that the talented hacker could crack it in about four years using all possible combinations of up to six digits. That's fairly safe. It wouldn't be safe from people like the NSA, who could probably crack it in less than an hour, but I don't expect the NSA to be reading my mail, or yours." Denise replied. "Who's the NSA?" Cindy asked. "The National Security Agency. They keep track of all communications coming in or going out of the country to watch for espionage and stuff. But I have encryption routines that would be real tough for even them to crack. Some that would probably take them a full week with a super computer. They're not real fond of them." Denise replied. "I'll bet." Sam chuckled, "Why do you have them?" he asked. "I don't like the idea of people being able to read anything they want. There has been a real sort of battle going on between them and the data encryption zealots on the Internet. I just download whatever the latest development is. There's one called PGP for '*Pretty Good Privacy'*, which it is. That would take them a couple of days at least to crack. Plus you can double or triple encode data to make it even tougher. PGP is in fairly common usage now. A version of it is built into your web browser depending on which one you use. It's good enough to stop most hackers who might listen in on your session." Denise replied "Why would they want to listen in? I would imagine they'd see a lot of crap pass by." Sam asked. "Undoubtedly. But say they listened in on a particular web site that marketed stuff by credit card. They set it up to catch credit card numbers and then use the numbers to charge stuff with. Or say you are investigating a patent library. They listen in on what you download and get an idea of what you are trying to patent. Then they could patent it first. So when you visit that particular location, it negotiates a password between your browser and the site. Then passes data in encrypted form to you. Your browser decrypts it and displays real data. Anybody in between sees garbage. It's not perfect, as if they record the whole session they can extract the password negotiation and then use it to decrypt the rest of the session, but it's pretty good." Denise replied, caressing Cindy's back and sipping her coffee from time to time. "So you used one of these encryption routines with the pictures you took of the locker room?" Sam asked, letting Denise know just how much Marge had told him. "Yes, the best one I could find. It uses 32 bit encryption. It would take a devoted hacker decades to crack it. The NSA could probably do it in a couple of days, but once again I wasn't worried about them getting the data, just protecting it from something like a kid breaking into my place and stealing my CD's." Denise replied, easily. "I wouldn't mind seeing those myself. Probably lots of cuties on them." Sam chuckled. "Sorry. That would be unethical of me to let you see them. The only people who will ever see them are those who could freely observe the scene anyway. You could not. I could not let you in to the locker room, I can not let you see them." Denise replied. "I was teasing. I had a pretty good idea of how you would respond to that request, you did not disappoint me." Sam said. "Testing me?" Denise asked. "Not really, just teasing. I would have been highly surprised if you had answered the other way. I trust you. If I trust you with my own daughters happiness and privacy, that pretty much implies I trust you with the happiness and privacy of other people's daughters." Sam said. "Besides he knows I'd wring his neck if he looked at them." Marge chuckled. Denise studied him for a moment. "No... you had a specific purpose in making the request. It wasn't that you actually wanted to see the pictures, instead you wanted to let me know just how much Marge had revealed to you." Denise said. Sam chuckled. "Yes, you got me. You really are quite intelligent." he said, blushing a bit. "Thanks, so are you. So why did you want me to know that you knew?" Denise asked. "I'm not real certain, actually. Perhaps to let you know how much you can trust me." Sam replied, uneasily. "I trust you Sam. I had a fair idea that Marge would discuss it with you. I knew that was a good possibility when I told her. I trust both of you both implicitly and explicitly, or I wouldn't have revealed it to you, by way of Marge." Denise said. "Thank you. That means a lot to me." Sam said. "Actually, I think he was teasing you about *other* things. By letting you know that he knew." Marge chuckled. "What? About masturbation? That's always puzzled me. Basically I'd say that maybe 80% of the people on the planet do it, but it's treated like it was a bad thing to do. Nobody wants to admit they do it. It's like they are ashamed of making themselves feel good, or in this case relieving built up tensions. Look at Cindy, she's bright red now. Both of you are a bit embarrassed I would even talk about the subject. But we all here have a pretty good idea that we all have done it, more than once." Denise said. "Touche." Sam said, embarrassed. "Now you're just teasing him back." Marge chuckled. "Perhaps. Those things are highly contextual. You two are embarrassed because your daughter is present, she's embarrassed because you are present. Both of you would be less embarrassed talking about it without the others present. But I would be present in both cases. So what really is the difference?" Denise asked. "Good question? I don't know the answer." Sam replied. "Well, I think your actual motivation here is to make me and Cindy more comfortable with our relationship around you two. I appreciate that, but that will only work so far. Like if I was a prospective son-in-law, and you were talking to me about Cindy and I having children. Implied in that discussion is the fact that it would involve us having sexual relations. Yet that discussion by itself would be uncomfortable. But by talking about us having children, you could give your implied consent to us having those relations. In my case you can't do that. So you imply little snippets of innuendo's to our relationship and behavior to do the same thing." Denise said. Sam looked at her a moment, dumbfounded. "You really are quite intelligent." he said. "Is that what you are doing, Daddy? Telling us that it's okay if we have sex?" Cindy asked, but blushing over her boldness. "Yes, kitten. I guess I was, but I didn't realize it myself until she just explained it." her father replied. Cindy slipped off Denise's lap and kissed her father on the cheek then returned. "Thank you, Daddy, but I think Denise and I figured that out when you let us go off for that week together and scheduled your vacation for next month saying I could stay with her. Or when you asked her to move in here or said it was alright for me to move in with her. We get the message." Cindy said. "There's more to it than that, Cindy. By reiterating his approval, he's also getting used to the idea himself. Which may not be as easy for him as it may seem. As I told you before, your parents are trying very hard to make us comfortable together. That includes them making themselves comfortable with the idea." Denise offered. Sam and Marge kind of nodded. "So lets put it out in the open. Cindy and I have sex together. We have many times. We expect to continue to do so. We like it. Admittedly it is unconventional sex. Us both being females. But it is still very enjoyable for us. We appreciate how hard you are trying to make us feel comfortable with our relationship. We know how hard it is for you to accept that we are doing something that society would frown on. If it's any consolation to you, what we do is make love. It's not just sex. I have no doubt that you two know the difference. That's why you are together still after all this time. Because you understand that difference." Denise said. Cindy was crimson red. She sort of buried her face in Denise's neck. "Thank you. But enough talk about sex. We know that you two are doing it. We kind of figured you liked it. I knew it from the way Cindy bubbles about you, that you both *really* like it. So lets eat and talk about other stuff." Marge said, carting dishes to the table. Cindy slid off Denise's lap, stopped, turned and kissed her then turned again to help Marge set the table and serve the dinner. "It certainly promises to be interesting having you around as our daughters mate." Sam chuckled. "Thank you, Sam. I'll take that as a compliment. I'm really quite pleased with her myself as my mate. I think she's an exceptional young woman.... So are you going to ask about Andrea?" Denise asked. "No... I don't think I have to. I thought about how it works out for the four of you. I take it that Andrea has sort of taken a shine to Betty?" Sam asked. Denise nodded. "And Cindy has taken a like shine to her while Andrea has taken one to you?" Sam asked. "That pretty well sums it up, yes." Denise replied. "Then I think I can see how it all works out. You and Betty share a primary relationship as do Cindy and Andrea. Cindy and you share a primary relationship as do Andrea and Betty. Andrea and you share a secondary relationship as do Cindy and Betty. Correct?" he asked. "Yup, that's it in a nutshell, and we are all tickled to death to have each other." Denise replied. "Andrea has changed that much?" Marge asked. Denise turned to Cindy. "What do you think, love." she asked. "Yes, she's not at all like she was. She's sweet and tender and kind. If anything she's a bit too attentive because she's ashamed of her previous behavior towards me and she wants to make up for it." Cindy replied. "There's your expert evaluation. I would not have let her near Cindy had I not thought she would be so. Cindy helped a great deal to bring that about. Fact is that they are good for each other. They are part of each others therapy. But I do keep an eye on both of them, I always will. They aren't healed totally yet, but both are doing much better. There's still another aspect of the situation left to deal with." Denise said. "Bobby?" Sam asked. Denise nodded. "Yes, until that is resolved, the root cause of all the problems still remains. Actually the root was Bobby's torture as a POW. Until we help him deal with that, then nobody will be completely healed. Fact is that they may never totally get over it. But I think that all involved will do much better when that is resolved." she said. "Yes, I can see that. In the meantime it's like treating symptoms of a disease while leaving the disease unchecked." Sam said. "Precisely." Denise replied. "Gosh, I didn't realize it was all this complicated. All I know is that I just love Denise, Andrea and Betty with all my heart." Cindy mused. Denise kissed her cheek. "We love you too, darling." she said, "that's really all you need remember." "Okay, I am quite satisfied that you are proceeding in the best possible manner for the given situation, as complicated as it seems on the surface. I'm quite content with your little foursome. I can see that you all love each other and bring each other great joy and are a comfort to each other. I think at this point you all need the love and support all the others give you. I hope it all works out all the way around. We'll do anything we can to help." Sam said. "Thank you, Sam. I'll let you know. The whole thing kind of hinges right now on getting Bobby talking. I think the computer may be the answer there, as Andrea said it was his idea to start with." Denise said. The conversation lapsed into discussion of Sam and Marge's upcoming vacation as they ate dinner. Before they left, Denise sent Cindy out to the car with her bag. She cornered Sam and Marge. "There is another factor that you should be aware of, something else significant in our corner, if you will. Cindy is not to know of this until she graduates college and is capable of standing on her own two feet. But I want you to think about Betty in conjunction with Hart greeting cards." Denise hinted. Sam and Marge's eyes suddenly got big in realization. "My god!" Sam gasped. "That's not for Cindy's ears or anybody else's. I didn't know myself until just this week. That knowledge could have seriously affected the way the incident with June worked out. It's just too big not to affect things. The girls won't be told until they understand how to stand on their own feet. It's not being offered as a free ride for anybody. But it is very much in our corner if it is needed. So enough said." Denise said. She hugged the two stunned parents and kissed them on the cheek before she headed out to her car. "Looks like our daughter has hitched her wagon to a couple of shooting stars." Marge mused. "Yes... perhaps a supernova or two. As I said earlier it should prove to be very interesting." Sam chuckled. "So what did the doctor say?" Marge asked him. "He said the more I use it, the better it will feel." Sam replied. "Outstanding. How long before we can be sure you're shooting blanks?" she asked. "He'll do a sperm count on me next week. Want to come along for inspiration?" Sam chuckled. "No dear. I don't mind if you look at a magazine. I don't think Denise is going to let you see any of her pictures. So you'd better take one along." Marge chuckled. "The doctor has the latest issues of several of them." Sam chuckled, leading Marge to the bedroom. ------------------------------ "That was a pretty strange dinner." Cindy mused in the car. "Yes, it was a bit. But we're all playing this by ear. Nobody has a script to this play. By talking things out like we are, we all learn to deal with things better. We learn to understand how the other person feels about things. Your folks are great. They really are trying very hard. They want us to be happy together. I'm very glad that they are in our corner." Denise said. "I liked to died when you told them that we had sex, often and we really liked it." Cindy said. "I know. But what I said is true. Had I been a man and they were talking about us having kids, then the message would have been settled between us all. What I did was the equivalent of that. Now nobody has to fool themselves as to what is going on. Everybody knows it..... I take it you noticed your father walking kind of funny?" Denise asked. "No, actually I hadn't. But now that you mention it... he was. Do you know why?" Cindy asked. "I think he had a vasectomy. I've seen that walk before. I think that they are gearing up for their honeymoon." Denise chuckled. "You might be right. It still seems odd thinking of them having sex. But not near as odd as it once did." Cindy said. "Which is precisely the way they feel about us now. They're getting used to the idea. Just like you are getting used to the idea of them doing it. And if he had his tubes clipped, they will probably be *very* busy *doing it* this weekend as the more a man uses it, the less it will hurt from the operation." Denise chuckled. "How do you know so much about vasectomies?" Cindy asked. "When I was in college I helped a guy get over one." Denise giggled. "You? With a man?" Cindy asked. "Yes, me. *With a man*. Why does that sound so odd? That's the way the rest of the world usually does things." Denise chuckled. "Yeah, I guess. I just never pictured you with a man." Cindy said. "What about you? Aren't you just a bit curious about what it would feel like?" Denise asked. "A little, I guess. I don't know that it would feel that much different from a dildo though." Cindy said, blushing. "It does. Believe me. It does. If that was all there was to it, then I would not be opposed to a relationship with one. But I much prefer the tender intimacy I experience with a woman. However, I do think that down the road you should experience one first hand to decide for yourself." Denise said. "I'm in no hurry to do that. I'm quite content with what I have now." Cindy said. "I should hope so darling. You get a whole lot more tender loving than most of the people on the planet get. Fact is that we are *all* very lucky to have found each other and that it's all working out so well." Denise said. "I am well aware of my luck. It started the moment I met you." Cindy replied. --------------------------------------- "Will you really always love me?" Andrea asked, tracing her nails softly over Betty's form. "It feels that way. But who can say? I see no reason why not. You're sexy, sensual, bright, caring, loving, talented, gorgeous, passionate and you taste good. Sounds like a winning combination to me. I expect it more likely that you'd outgrow me. But I'm not hoping for that. I'm hoping that my last act of life is to feel your touch upon my skin." Betty replied. "You don't sound very confident of that." Andrea said, sadly. Betty rolled over and pulled her into her arms. She kissed her tenderly and moved a lock of her hair aside on her forehead. Gazing into her eyes. "I love you with all my heart, Andrea. But I won't lie to you. Nobody knows how long this will last. I know I will always love you. But that does not mean that we will always be together. There are just way too many variables to predict that, and you know it. In the meantime I will savor every second that I am with you. I will dream about you when we are separated. I will kiss you hungrily and hug you to pieces when we are reunited. This is all that I can promise. But that I do." Betty said, moving to kiss her again. "I know.... I just love you so much.. I want this to last forever. It's all so perfect." Andrea said, tracing her fingers over Betty's breasts. "I want it to last forever too. So lets treat it like it will and be happy when it does." Betty said. Andrea hugged her tightly, almost clinging to her. Betty found herself clinging back. The relationships were working out much as Sam had defined them, only the secondary relationships weren't that secondary. Andrea worshipped Denise and Cindy adored Betty. "Come on love. They'll be here soon. We should make them a pot of coffee." Betty said, kissing Andrea on the nose. "Thank you for the robe and slippers. That was a nice thing to do. I hope they didn't cost too much?" Andrea asked. "No love. My folks supplement my teachers salary so I'm comfortable." Betty said, not lying, just not telling the whole truth. "That new computer system you got must have set you back a bunch." Andrea said, donning her robe. "I put it on my credit card. You have to do that sort of thing from time to time to keep your credit rating up. That gives you the freedom to do bigger things in the future like if I want to expand the house." Betty replied, watching Andrea as she donned her own robe and slippers. "Just don't spend all your money on me. I don't want you to put yourself in a bind. I don't need presents, or for you and Denise to spend your hard earned money on me. All I need is your love." Andrea said. Betty just pulled her into her arms and kissed her tenderly. She quivered a bit from the love rushes she felt. "Don't worry about Denise and I. We learned how to handle our money a long time ago. But thank you for the sentiment. I promise you that anything we get you won't hurt us. Okay?" Betty asked. "Okay." Andrea said, pulling her back into another kiss. Andrea was sitting on Betty's lap in the kitchen when Denise and Cindy entered. They wore identically styled but slightly different colored robes. Betty wore a deeper blue, Andrea a soft powder blue. "Hi. We sort of got a head start on you." Betty chuckled as they walked in. Andrea jumped up and pulled first Cindy and then Denise into her arms and kissed them hungrily. Betty got up and kissed Denise softly and then Cindy. Andrea poured coffee for them and then ran and got the packages for them. "Betty got these for us to always have up here." she bubbled, handing one to Cindy and one to Denise. Cindy got a pink one and Denise a slightly darker red one. "Any significance to the color?" Cindy asked. "No, not really. Just to tell them apart. Actually the packages got labeled at random. But I'm quite pleased with the matching." Betty said. "Thank you, love. Glad you didn't get me a green one. Green robes are ugly." Denise giggled. "You are most welcome, love. I thought the green was ugly too when I looked at them. You girls also have robes and slippers at my place. I got two sets of them so we wouldn't have to cart them around." Betty said. "Oh! It's too much, Betty. You can't afford that!" Cindy gasped. "I know what I can and can't afford. I'm not going to leave myself short. I want you to be comfortable when you come to my house. The robes here are really to thank Andrea and her parents for their generosity in letting us use of this cabin. I figure that they will get used by others when we aren't here.... So how was dinner?" Betty asked. "Kind of strange. We talked about Denise and I having sex and about masturbation." Cindy chuckled. "So.... kind of like ours?" Betty chuckled, pulling Andrea into her lap. Andrea blushed, but snuggled to her. "Sam and Marge are trying *so* hard. They were trying to tactfully inform us that it was okay for us to have sex. We already figured that out. But in part it was them getting used to the idea, so I laid it out plain and told them quite frankly that we were having sex and that we fully enjoyed it. At the moment it may have shocked them, but they will now be free to forget about it and move on to normal conversation." Denise said. "When you talked to Daddy about masturbation it just floored me." Cindy giggled. "Why not? He was referring to me doing it when he talked about my pictures. I just used the word. You may have noticed, love, that I did not get overly graphic in my descriptions. I just said we had sex. I didn't say I like to carry your daughter into the bedroom and bury my face in her pussy." Denise said. Cindy blushed a bit, but slid into her lap. "Sounds wonderful. But I got my period. " she said. "So I will limit myself to that sensitive little love button of yours." Denise said, kissing her tenderly. "So tell her your idea about Bobby." Andrea prompted, Betty. "Have you met Bobby?" Betty asked, Denise. "Not personally. Why?" she asked. "Because, my darling. That man is an adorable hunk. He's handsome and rock solid. His eyes are just haunting. Made me quiver inside." Betty said. "Sounds like you have more than just a little attraction for him." Denise said. "Which is exactly my idea. The problem is that Andrea is flat in love with the guy but would never be able to openly live with him in a relationship. But I am not related to him. It also helps give him an excuse to start coming out of his shell if he has an adoring female around to prompt him. When I told Andrea's folks that you had dinner with Cindy and her folks every Friday night, they liked the idea and invited me to do the same with them. Andrea will let slip to her folks that I am quite taken with Bobby, which I am. Not that our dinners promise to be quite as open as yours and Cindy's. But it should be quite pleasant. It also puts me around Bobby at least once a week. I might just find myself fawning over him." Betty chuckled. "What a great idea! That's marvelous.... And I can see that it won't be a significant stretch for you to fawn over him." Denise chuckled. "He really is good looking." Cindy said. "So I guess that I should meet this guy, huh?" Denise asked, no-one in particular. "I figured that you would get around to it. In the meantime I'll do my best eyelash batting at him." Betty chuckled. "So how does that get Andrea and Bobby together?" Cindy asked. "Because, love. If Betty and Bobby get together, then no-one would be suspicious if Andrea tagged along." Denise told her. "Oh... I get it. I think." Cindy said. "Actually, I don't have to really be involved with Bobby. It just has to look like it to the rest of the world. I could even supply him with a section of the house all his own. Andrea could see him at their leisure and us go on the way we are in the main portion of the house. I was thinking about down the road, when Andrea turns eighteen and both her and Cindy are living with us. I want to do the extension on the house out back.... With them getting together more often, then a vasectomy is almost mandatory if he would agree to it though. I damn sure don't want to get them into more trouble." Betty said. Cindy giggled. "Seems to be the season. Denise thinks my father just had one. He was walking sort of hunched over tonight." she said. Denise was thoughtful. "It does solve a lot of problems. I'm going to be kind of sorry to see some of our privacy go away from having a man around. I've grown quite fond of the freedom of running around buck naked. But I'd certainly be willing to give some of that up to see this work out." she said. "I've grown quite fond myself of you running around *buck naked* as you say -I prefer the term nude, myself- but we may not have to give any of that up. We can give Bobby his own full apartment off on a separate wing. Andrea can just go visit him when she wishes...which I suspect would be a lot." Betty said. "I suspect she wouldn't be the only one visiting him." Denise chuckled. "Can't say. We may not click when he starts to talk. But it's a possible solution either way. I want Andrea in my life. Currently that includes Bobby as a package deal. I want you two in my life. I know you two want each other and us in your lives. I'm just trying to make provisions for that all to be a reality." Betty said. "It sounds highly workable. If we got a start on planning the addition now, then we could have it all complete in two years. We could work on it ourselves. I can run a hammer. If we got the outside walls up we could work on the inside all winter... If you want to work on it, that is. If not then I think I can swing my share to have it done." Denise said. Betty looked at her a moment, kind of snickering to herself. "You know I'm a tom-boy. I think it would be good for the girls too. Let them know that females aren't just for being soft and cuddly. I think it could be fun. We could start on the plans right now, but I didn't load them into my laptop." Betty said. "Where is your laptop?" Denise asked. "In the bedroom where we dropped all our stuff when we came in. We have groceries still in the car. I figured it was cold enough out there that they would keep." Betty giggled. "Well Cindy and I are still dressed.... for the moment. We'll bring in the groceries. You get the laptop. That's why I set up your system like I did. You can simply log into your home unit from your laptop and transfer the files. That art program I got for you should be good enough to make a start. Or better yet, download that drawing package from your home unit. You have plenty of room on your laptop drive." Denise said, sliding Cindy off her lap. They packed in the groceries while Betty got her laptop. Andrea sat in awed fascination as Betty pulled the files over her Cellular link. They all pitched in to put the groceries away and then Cindy and Denise changed into their robes and slippers. Andrea built a nice fire and they sat around designing the addition to Betty's house. The girls loved it. They got most of it all planned out, adding an enclosed sun bathing deck behind the house while they were at it. "That might cost a little steep." Denise chided. "Leave it in. I like it. We don't have to do it all at once. We can do it in stages. First the foundations and outside walls and roof. Then we all work on the interiors in our free time. We can do the deck last as we can afford it. I'd like to put a hot tub out there too for warm summer nights. In fact I'd like to see that area covered by movable roof panels so we could use it year round. I'll run these by my fathers architect and see how workable they are structurally. With Cindy moving in next summer, I'd like to get started on this all as soon as possible." Betty said. "Kind of strapped at the moment for a project this big." Denise said. "So you can owe me. I own the house free and clear, I can easily get a small mortgage on it to get us started. We can pay it back together. Okay?" Betty asked. "Okay. Yes... But what if Bobby doesn't respond to all this. Then what do we do with the room?" Denise asked. "Then you end up with a bigger workshop. That's what I intended for this space here behind the garage. A place for you to go tinker in. That keeps you from doing it on the kitchen table." Betty chuckled. Denise leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "You know me pretty well, don't you." she asked. "My father's a tinkerer. My mother insisted that he have a place to do it in. So I am familiar with the concept." Betty giggled. "Yes, my father has a place in our garage where he has an electronics work bench set up. Before he set that up we'd end up with wires and stuff all over the house. My mother insisted he set up the shop in the garage." Cindy giggled. "Yes, Daddy had his shop in the garage too, till he built that other building out back at our place. Now he has his own little lab out there." Andrea said. "Okay, I get the point..... So enough of this. Now onto the important stuff." Denise said, pulling Cindy into a kiss. Betty shut down her laptop and did the same to Andrea. Later they all caressed each other to sleep on the large bed. ---------------------------------------------------------- Bobby awoke and set about his morning routine. His folks a bit pensive as he picked up the computer basics book and started reading. His face furrowed in concentration. He even went back and read over some of the sections and referred back to them as he read further. His parents hopeful. -------------------------------------------------------------- June awoke alone... feeling a pang of loneliness. Normally she would have been awaking next to Betty on Saturday morning. She felt absolute hatred for Denise, but she knew she was boxed in and there was nothing she could do about it. If she showed any more outbreaks like she had, she might lose her position. She lay alone feeling lonely. She even longed for the feel of those nasty little girls. Again she looked at the prints of her and Betty. She seemed to notice the angle they were shot from. Then thought of Denise's computer at work. She grinned. If she could nail her with a camera at work, then the stalemate would be broken. She got up and dressed and drove to the school by herself. She unlocked the gym and then took the cover off of Denise's computer. Nothing. She was too late. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she returned home... alone. ------------------------------------------------------- Andrea awoke. It was just like she'd dreamed. Cindy was snuggled to one side of her, Betty to the other. Denise was just the other side of Cindy. All were sleeping peacefully for the moment. Andrea smiled blissfully. This was the way she wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of her life. She softly touched Cindy's skin. Reveling in the feel of her body snuggled against her. Cindy stirred softly and snuggled closer. Her lips seem to move on their own as they sought Andrea's out. They kissed softly for a long time. Andrea whispered in Cindy's ear and she nodded. They carefully wiggled down off the end of the bed onto their feet. Andrea held Cindy in her arms a moment as they looked back at the sleeping couple on the bed. As if by signal both women rolled together at the same time and snuggled together. Cindy kissed Andrea's cheek and they slipped off into the bathroom. They used the toilet, brushed their teeth and then took a quick shower together. They slipped on their new robes and made their way to the kitchen. "Good idea. It's definitely our turn to feed them breakfast in bed." Cindy said, quietly. "Yes, we both owe a lot to those two. They've both put everything they've got on the line for us. Breakfast in bed is the least we can do for them." Andrea said. "I'll start the coffee if you want to start the hash browns. Or whatever you'd prefer?" Cindy said. "I'd prefer to wake up like I did this morning every day of my life from now on. To have you snuggled to me on one side, Betty on the other and Denise in easy reach. Maybe alternate positions so I can wake up next to all of you." Andrea replied. Cindy kissed her cheek and set about making coffee. She wrapped a towel around the coffee grinder to kill the noise. Andrea giggled and moved up behind her as she shook the grinder. Cindy's cute behind rubbing against her as she jiggled. Cindy dumped the fresh grounds into the basket and turned in Andrea's arms. They kissed long and deeply. "I may just develop an addiction for coffee if you keep that up." Cindy giggled, holding her close. They kissed again and then set about preparing the rest of the breakfast. Denise and Betty were just stirring when they carried the trays into the bedroom. After sipping their coffee, they kissed the girls good morning and then each slipped out to the bathroom. Returning they really kissed the girls good morning and then sat back happily eating breakfast as Cindy and Andrea snuggled to their sides as they had to theirs the previous weekend at Betty's. "Sorry I couldn't duplicate the satin sheets or the flowers." Andrea apologized. "I see two lovely blossoming women with skin as smooth as satin. Much nicer than what I supplied." Betty said, caressing Andrea's thigh. "I wish everyday could be like this." Andrea sighed. "It will be, love. It will be. Our turn next time though." Denise said. "It really is just perfect. I mean we all love each other so much. I feel like the luckiest woman on earth." Cindy mused, snuggled to Denise's side. "We are all exceptionally lucky. We need one more player and the set will be complete. We'll all work on that together." Denise said. "So what's on the agenda for today?" Betty asked, putting a breakfast strip in her teeth and turning to share it with Andrea. "Well, lets see. Finish breakfast, you and I shower. Love making for several hours, maybe shower again. Lunch. Then Cindy and I go for our run. You two are welcome to join us if you'd like. After that, back here, shower, making love again, dinner, more love making. Maybe a sappy old movie snuggled together by the fire and then making love again and caressing each other to sleep.." Denise offered. "Sounds like the perfect day. Except I think you left out making love a time or two. How about it, Andrea. Shall we go run these two into the ground?" Betty asked, slipping her hand inside her robe. "I think I'm up to that. Sounds like the perfect day." Andrea said, softly purring over Betty's touch. "I think you two are in for a little surprise. Denise is serious about her running. I felt it for days afterwards." Cindy said, her own hand snaking into Denise's robe. "So we stop on the way back and soak in my hot tub for an hour." Betty suggested. "That will work." Denise said, leaning to kiss a nipple hanging out of Cindy's robe. "You two aren't going to finish breakfast if you keep this up. Come on Andrea. Lets give them a little breakfast entertainment to get their motors running." Cindy said, moving onto the foot of the bed and shedding her robe. Andrea kissed Betty on the cheek and then moved to join Cindy, removing her robe as she moved. Betty and Denise found themselves eating faster as the two girls made love on the foot of the bed before them. They took a quick shower together and returned to join the lithe pair. After lunch they all dressed in running togs and sweats. They took Betty's car and drove into the park in town. Denise showed Andrea how to stretch. Betty already knew how. They stretched out and then took the first lap easy to warm up. The second became a sort of race with Denise and Andrea holding first and second for a time. Cindy and Betty battling for third. The last lap they took it easy to cool down. Then they walked a lap. "It really does feel good. I had forgotten how good it felt to run like that. God, my whole body is just tingling with life." Betty mused. "I like it. It's sexy." Andrea said. "So we can expect you to be joining us every week then? I ask you now before you really feel it tonight and tomorrow." Denise giggled. "I think they did exceptionally well. I think better than I did the first time." Cindy said. "Sure, why not. How about you, Andrea?" Betty asked. "Yes... I want to share everything with you all. I like how this feels. I don't care if I hurt later. I know I'll get over it... How about I spring for frozen yogurt after our hot tub?" Andrea offered. "I'll pitch in on that. But how about we can pick it up on the way and eat it in the tub." Cindy suggested. "You girls should save your money. I'll treat." Betty said. "No way. Last weekend Denise dropped a bundle on us two. This weekend you already spent a bunch yourself on our robes and slippers. We want to pay our share. Andrea and I both get a generous allowance and have few expenses. If we're all in this together, we want it to be as even as we can make it. We aren't going to be kept women. Either Andrea and I share this or we forget it." Cindy said, adamantly. "I agree with her. You two are talking about spending thousands on us for the house extension. When we can get jobs starting next year I want to help pay my portion of that too." Andrea said. "Me too." Cindy said. Denise looked at Betty and smiled. "I think we're out voted, love. The girls want to stand on their own two feet. I think that's their right and privilege to do so.." Denise said. "Okay. But as far as paying your share of the house... We will work it as a percentage of your wages. I want you both to be saving for college too." Betty said. 'That's not fair. We're all going to live there." Andrea protested. "Yes, and we will all work on the house. But you are missing that that work will add value to the house and it is in my name. So you will be paying me by working on it." Betty said. "That's true. That sounds workable to me." Denise said. "I'm not so sure. You both will be paying money as well as working on the house." Cindy protested. "So if you are really concerned about it, then you can pay us back after you graduate college, when you are both earning more. Okay?" Betty asked. "Deal." Cindy said. "Deal." Andrea added. The women all shook hands on it. Denise and Betty hiding their smirks. But they were both very proud of their young loves. The girls paid for the frozen yogurt on the way to Betty's place. Then they sat blissfully in the hot tub as they fed it to each other. "I like the nut and sprinkles one the best." Cindy mused. "A bit sweet for me. I like the fruit and nut one." Denise said. "Just nuts for me." Betty said. "I kind of like them too. Maybe it will work out with Bobby." Andrea giggled. The others broke out laughing. ------------------------------------ Andrea's parents were thrilled. Bobby was almost enraptured reading the computer book. He almost missed his lunch, hurrying to keep his schedule and reading as he ate. ------------------------------------ The women all made love at Betty's house before heading back to the cabin. They stopped at the video shop and Cindy insisted on paying for the tape rental. They got a couple of sappy old romantic comedies and a newer comedy for the girls. Andrea cooked dinner for them. Her specialty, hand made pizza. Cindy didn't seem to mind any more. Denise quietly asked her about it later. "I love pizza. It just reminded me of bad memories at the time when you offered it as an option. Now it will bring fond memories for me, with you all here." Cindy said, snuggled to her on the sofa before the fire. The pizza was good. Between them they polished off one and a half of them. The other half would go on a midnight raid. "Good pizza, Andrea. Thank you." Betty told her. "Yes, it was lovely. A great dinner." Denise added. "I quite enjoyed it too, thanks babe." Cindy said, squeezing Denise's hand. "Thank you all for your compliments. I'd love to cook for you all every night." Andrea said, misty eyed. "If we ate like that every night, then we would have to run like we did today, every day or we'd all look like blimps." Denise giggled. "Yes, I can feel it." Andrea said, rubbing her legs. "Don't forget to eat a banana. It will help with cramps." Denise said. "What say we rub those lovely legs for them?" Cindy suggested. "My, what wonderful ideas you have." Denise giggled, shifting Betty's legs up onto her lap and starting to massage them. Cindy pulled Andrea's legs up onto her lap and did the same. Both Cindy and Denise didn't limit their hands to the others legs. After a time they looked at each other and then lifted their wards in their arms and carried them to the bedroom. Later Andrea leaned to kiss Betty as they both sat astride Cindy and Denise's faces respectively. Their kiss in the middle seemed to link the pairs perfectly. Denise and Cindy linked fingers as they devoted their attention to the women above them. Later Betty and Andrea repaid them, but limited the depth of their probes. Lastly they coupled as they had originally and made love once more. After a well earned nap they found themselves back before the fire snuggled together watching sappy old movies. Cindy made popcorn to go with them. After the first movie they were all nodding off, so the returned to bed and caressed each other to sleep. --------------------------------------------- Sally Billings lay in her husband John's arms. They had just made love a short while before. Now they softly caressed each other as they snuggled together blissfully. John was thoughtful. Sally kissed his cheek softly. "Penny for your thoughts." she said. "I was thinking about our daughter." he said. "Oh, and what were you thinking?" she asked, snuggling closer to him. "Has it occurred to you that those two teachers are maybe unique in other ways than just scholastically?" he asked. "I would assume you are referring to them being gay and by implication that our daughter is also?" she replied, softly. "You knew?" he asked, surprised. "I don't *know*, not for certain. But I suspected. I've suspected about Andrea and Cindy for a long time now." she replied. "And how do you feel about that?" he asked. "Well, it's not what I would prefer for her. But the fact is that Andrea is ecstatically happy at the moment. She hasn't always been. I think that maybe she abused Cindy a bit and that's what the falling out was over. I get the impression that this Miss Alvey patched things up between them. I haven't met her yet, but I think I would like her. I do like Betty Hart quite a bit. I think she's a very nice lady. And if she's gay, then it's not full blown. She was all eyes for Bobby when she was here... and *that* I think is a good thing. That's really why I invited her to dinner on Fridays. Maybe having an attractive woman around him might help him come out of his shell. So... at present, I think those two are good for both Andrea and Bobby. They are caring and kind. Andrea's flat in love with them. You saw how Bobby was reading that computer book today. I have great hopes for that. Why? How do you feel about it?" she asked. "Pretty much along the same lines. The same thoughts occurred to me. Their ages bother me a bit though. And as you said, it's not what I would prefer for her. Miss Alvey is a very nice lady as well as being very bright indeed. But I kind of get the impression that Andrea kind of has a preference for Betty." John answered. "As far as their ages, love. We were just about the same age when we started fooling around, or I was. You were a bit older and just swept me off my feet. I don't see a lot of difference between that and Betty and Andrea. I am a bit surprised you are taking it so well though." Sally said. "It's the facts of life in the world we live in today. I'm not stupid. I know what's going on. Girls loving girls, boys loving boys. It's just the way it is. As long as I personally don't have to be a part of that. I'm quite content in your arms. As far as our daughter is concerned.... We've already had one child traumatized by the world. I'm not about to let it happen to another. She will get my backing no matter what she chooses to be." John replied. "I knew there was a reason I married you." Sally said, kissing his cheek. "Yes, we got you pregnant with Bobby." John teased. "That was just the excuse I needed to marry the man I loved. The man I still love." Sally said, snuggling to him. "I love you too, darling. ... So I guess that we just decided to pretend that we don't notice about Andrea, Cindy and the two older women?" he asked. "Pretty much. I expect one of these days Andrea will get brave enough to talk to us about it. Until then I think we should just let it be." Sally said. "As long as the older women aren't taking advantage of the younger ones, I agree." John said. "I don't think so. First off, Andrea and Cindy have been close long before these other two came along. I think they first got together that first summer when they spent so much time at the cabin. And as far as them being taken advantage of... look at that from a different perspective. Do you realize just how much those two women are risking? I don't think they would do that just for a fling. I get the impression that this is much more than that. Those women really care about those girls. They really care about people. Like Miss Alvey and her computer books for Bobby. Those aren't cheap books. She didn't have to have a thing to do with that. And I think it's more serious than that for other reasons too. Her going off to Cindy's for dinner every Friday night. Even when they were scheduled to go up to the cabin. That sounds more like a *family* dinner to me. Like the Crowthers were treating her as one of the family." Sally said. "I hadn't thought about that..... Betty said that Denise -Miss Alvey- took a whole week off to spend with Cindy when she tried to commit suicide. That does sound like it's more than just a fling. One, that must have been exceptionally dangerous for her. And second... the only way for that to happen would have been for the Crowthers to know what was going on." John mused. "So if they are trusting their daughter to this Denise, then I guess that we would be lacking as parents to be less understanding with our own daughter." Sally said. "I don't know about that. It might be a totally different situation entirely. You can't judge anybody's behavior based upon anothers...... Which is what we would be doing if we tried to interfere with Andrea seeing them. And you are right. She is happier than I have ever seen her. I don't think I want to know exactly why." he said. "Maybe I'll just show you what I think it's from, love." Sally said, moving over him, effectively terminating their discussion for the night. -------------------------------------------------------- Bobby dreamed. He hacked his way through the jungle until he came to a clearing. In the clearing Betty held his younger sister nude in her arms. She was moving her hips under her, her large clitoris pleasing her. Betty looked up as he entered the clearing. "Won't you join us?" she asked, seductively. A noise from the side drew Bobby's attention. Denise and Cindy were making love in a hammock. They were kissing deeply as they felt each others bodies. They looked up at him and smiled, then went back to kissing. Betty beckoned to him and he moved to her. He entered her from in front, trapping Andrea between them. They each caressed and kissed her body as they rocked together. Cindy and Denise moved in from the sides and began to kiss and hug them. Bobby groaned in his sleep and again awoke to find his sheets sticky. He wrapped his shower towel around him, got back into bed and returned to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------- Denise opened her eyes to look upon the lovely vista of four young, firm breasts peeking from beneath the covers. Next to the last one, one of Betty's smaller but no less firm ones lay nestled. Cindy and Andrea's heads lay touching on the pillow. They both wore a blissful look upon their faces. Betty's face no less so. Denise knew that her own face would look just as blissful. The thought occurred to her that she would do whatever was necessary to keep all their faces looking like that. Betty opened her eyes and looked back across the tender vista to Denise. They smiled at each other and seemed to read each others thoughts. They gently slid out of the bed and made their way to the bathroom. Stalling to look back at the sight of the two girls snuggled peacefully together. They talked quietly in the bathroom as they showered together. "You're not really going to mortgage your house are you?" Denise asked, quietly. "No, no need, love. I have the cash available. I just needed a way to explain to the girls where the money was coming from." Betty replied, washing Denise's large breasts. "Alright. But I want a strict accounting of everything. I know where it's coming from but I honestly want to pay my share. It's well worth it to me to see that lovely view we saw when we woke up." Denise said. "I'll tell you what. I'll split the improvements that the girls and possibly Bobby might use, but I will make whatever other improvements to my home as I wish to at my own expense. In particular I like the deck and the idea of the sliding roof sections. I will pay for them myself." Betty said, adamantly. "Alright, on the condition that I pay the total cost for my workshop." Denise said, just as stubbornly. "As you wish, love. .... I was quite impressed with the girls yesterday. Wanting to pitch in their share. I think we should allow it to the point that they develop self sufficiency, but I still want them to save for college. Even though they will both receive anonymous scholarships in their first year. That's my idea, and I insist on doing that alone. I look at that as an investment in our future happiness together." Betty said. "I guess you have freedom to do whatever you wish with your own money. But I do want to pay my share of the things that we share together." Denise said. "Agreed, now hush up and kiss me or we won't get their breakfast made in time." Betty chuckled, pulling her to her and squirming against her body as they kissed deeply. Andrea and Cindy awoke in each others arms almost at the same instant. They looked at each other and smiled before melting together for a soft, shallow kiss. That was the way Denise and Betty found them as they carried their breakfast into the room. "Does the heart good to see young people in love, doesn't it?" Denise mused. "Yes, I quite agree. What say we keep them?" Betty replied. "I think that is a pip of an idea." Denise chuckled. The girls looked up at them and smiled radiantly at them, extending their arms to them. Denise and Betty set the trays down momentarily and moved into their arms. They hugged an shared light kisses. Then the girls slipped out to the bathroom and returned, sliding into bed after each kissing Betty and Denise properly. Denise and Betty slipped the trays around them. On each was a single red rose. "Now where the hell did you get these?" Andrea asked, looking between Betty and Denise. "Don't ask me. She slipped outside in her bathrobe and slippers and came back carrying them. I thought she was nuts, it's cold out there. It snowed last night." Denise said, shivering a bit. "I'll warm you up." Cindy offered, taking a large sip of coffee and then pulling Denise to her. She placed her hot lips and tongue on one of her nipples. Andrea did much the same to Betty. The older women almost succumbed to the attack. But Denise pulled away. "*Oh no*. You entertained us yesterday, now it's our turn." she said, removing her robe and stepping onto the foot of the bed. She opened her arms to Betty and she smiled, kissed Andrea's cheek -per tradition- and moved into the open arms, shedding her robe as she moved. Cindy and Andrea sort of snuggled together as they ate, watching the two women. "Does the heart good to see two people so much in love, doesn't it?" Andrea chuckled. "Yes, I quite agree. What say we keep them?" Cindy said, playing her part. "I think that is a pip of an idea." Andrea completed. They both chuckled and hurried to finish their breakfasts. Betty and Denise chuckled and continued. They were just getting warmed up when the girls slipped out and showered together quickly and then returned to join the action. "So what's on the agenda for today, Andrea?" Cindy asked later, softly caressing Denise's breasts with her fingertips. "Oh, I thought we might make love about twenty times, have lunch, make love some more, maybe watch those other movies while snuggled before the fire, maybe make love some more, have dinner, maybe make love some more before we leave." Andrea replied, doing the same to Betty. "Sounds like the perfect day, except I think you left out making love a time or two." Cindy giggled. "So where *did* you get the roses?" Andrea asked. "I bought them while you two were making up your mind in the yogurt shop. There's a little flower shop next door. I put them in my trunk. It's chilly enough out there that they kept just fine." Betty replied. "I think that deserves a kiss or six. What say Cindy?" Andrea asked. Cindy kissed Denise deeply and then hugged her. "Excuse me. I have a debt to pay. I'll be back." she said, rolling away. The two girls basically attacked Betty and left her panting. Then they turned on Denise. Lunch was a bit late. The day went pretty much as laid out. That evening the girls fell asleep. Laying their heads in the two older women's laps as they drove them home. Denise stopped by Andrea's to meet her family. Gently nudging Cindy awake for the moment. Andrea's parents were very congenial and warm. Denise and Betty accepted a cup of decaff and sat and visited with them. "So how was your weekend?" John asked. "It was wonderful. I love it up there. We came down for a bit yesterday to go for our weekly run. Then stopped and soaked in Betty's hot tub before heading back up. The girls insisted on buying us frozen yogurt. Last night we watched a rental movie and ate popcorn in front of the fire. It was really a perfect weekend." Denise replied. "Frozen yogurt was the least we could do. Betty bought us all warm robes to wear when we're up there. They must have cost her a bunch." Andrea said. "The least I could do in thanks for letting us use the cabin. I figured that they would be useful for anybody who stayed up there. I would have had to pay heftily to go to a resort where I wouldn't have enjoyed myself near as much as I did this weekend." Betty chuckled. "Well, we thank you. It can get a bit chilly at times up there, especially just stepping out of the shower or in the night when you have to go to the bathroom or something." Sally said. "Gosh, I wasn't cold at all up there. Andrea kept it fairly toasty inside. I hope your heat bill isn't too high though." Denise said. "Not a problem. The power hook up has a minimum on it. If Andrea didn't go up there so often we'd never meet it. That's why I installed the electric heater elements all over in it. You remembered to turn it down to forty?" John asked, looking at Andrea. "Of course. You taught me well. I do the whole walk through just like you do. Water heater off, heat down but not off. Toilets flushed, all dirty laundry collected for washing. Garbage bag out. No short term perishables in the fridge, All sacked and boxed foods in tins or plastic containers against the mice we can't seem to totally get rid of. Windows all shut and locked, double check the lights and all the doors. Fire cold and stirred. Lock the back door on the way out." Andrea recited. John smiled at her. "She did, I watched her do the whole thing just as she says." Betty said. "And your homework?" John asked Andrea. "Did it Friday after school, but they made us review it again today." Andrea said. "They won't let us slide a day on that, they're both quite adamant about that." Cindy said, wincing internally over how the statement might be interpreted as them being together being a common occurrence. Nobody seemed to notice. "So I hear that you have dinner with the Crowthers every Friday night, Denise?" Sally asked. "Yes, they've become like family to me. I just love them. We talk about all sorts of stuff." Denise replied. Cindy's coffee tried to go down the wrong way and she ended up in a coughing fit. Andrea beating on her back for her, trying to hide her own smirk. John and Sally looked on curiously. "Well, we just invited Betty to start a similar tradition. Perhaps we can all get together some time?" Sally asked. "That sounds fun. Yes, I think I'd like that." Denise replied, holding her own smirk over Cindy's reaction to her statement. "Perhaps we could alternate. I've always enjoyed large dinner parties, especially with interesting people. I so seldom get to attend them with people I like to talk to. It's usually stuffy business types." John said. Denise seemed distracted for the moment, looking over at Bobby reading intently. Sally caught her gaze. "I want to thank you for those books you loaned us. Bobby's been reading them all weekend. He seems to have a genuine interest in them." she said. "You're quite welcome. They were just sitting on my shelf. I've got some more advanced books I'll send home with Andrea. I'm glad to be able to help." Denise said, still looking at Bobby. "We also want to thank you for the name of that counselor that you gave Andrea. She's going to start seeing her next week." John said, quietly. "I hope it works out. Jenny's really good at what she does. The best. And Betty and I will be happy to help anyway we can." Denise said, quietly, turning to them. "Actually, Betty's coming over for dinner may be a big help. It might do him good to have a pretty face around. Not that we're trying to ......." Sally said, quietly, faltering. "Not at all. Fact is I find him quite handsome. I'm quite looking forward to these dinners." Betty said, quietly. "Well, thank you for the coffee. It was a pleasure to meet you all. I think I'd better get this young lady home before she turns into a pumpkin." Denise said, tousling Cindy's hair affectionately as she stood. "Yes, it was a pleasure to meet you too. Please, stop by any time for coffee or whatever. And thanks again.... for everything. " Sally offered. "You're welcome. I may do that. I'll see you at school first thing tomorrow, Andrea. Thank you for inviting us up to your cabin. I had a wonderful time." Denise said, squeezing her hand and giving her a hug. Andrea hugged her back, then hugged Cindy. They shared a look before they parted. Betty said her farewells and headed home. Denise to take Cindy home. Andrea kissed her folks and then went off to get ready for bed. John and Sally looked at each other for a time. They sort of nodded in confirmation of what they had surmised. "Denise is a very nice.... dynamic person." Sally mused. "Yes, I'd really like to hire her to work for me at the lab. Did you know she has her masters in physics?" John asked. "Really? So why is she teaching school?" Sally asked. "I asked her that. I mentioned the next generation computers and she said she *was* working on the *next generation*. She laid her hands on Cindy's and Andrea's shoulders as she said it. I have no doubt that she meant it that way too. She really cares about the students. Not just how we were talking about." John said. "I could see that. Like Cindy's statement about them never letting them slide on homework... " Sally said, seeing the implication that Cindy was concerned about earlier. "What?" John asked. "Oh nothing. Just thinking. She seemed to be quite taken with Bobby too." Sally said. "He is a handsome young man." John said. "Yeah, but I got the impression there was more than that, she seemed to almost be studying him. Like she knew something about him that we didn't. I don't know, just a feeling I got.... Well, shall we go to bed, love?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him in signal. "Yes, good idea." he said, helping her with the cups from the table. They told Bobby good night as they passed. He continued his reading, seemingly unaware of them. After they were gone he looked up thoughtfully at the table where Denise and Betty had sat. Like he was remembering them fondly. A small smile on his face. Denise dropped Cindy off and kissed her goodnight, Cindy hugged her tight and then headed for bed. "Sorry to keep her out so late. The Billings invited us for a cup of decaff. I thought it would be good to get aquatinted with them a little bit." she told Marge. "You can keep her out till February if you'd like. But it's not too late anyway. Cup of tea?" she offered. "Perhaps just one. I want to get back to Betty's It is a bit late." Denise said, sitting down. "So how was your weekend?" Marge asked, putting the kettle on. "Very nice, I quite enjoyed myself. I think everybody did. We came into town yesterday and Betty and Andrea joined us on our weekend run. Then we stopped at Betty's to soak in her hot tub for a while. The girls bought us frozen yogurt to eat while we soaked. We watched a couple of movies which Cindy insisted upon paying rental on.... We worked a bit on designs for an extension of Betty's place. Betty and Andrea cooked up a little conspiracy about Bobby. Seems that Betty is quite taken by him. I don't blame her, he's quite handsome. But Betty had an idea that she thought might help the situation if we can get Bobby talking. She thought if she acted as Bobby's girlfriend that it would make it easier on Andrea. He could move in to her place and Andrea could visit him at leisure. I'm not so sure I like that idea. They talked about Bobby getting a vasectomy. Which I think would be a great idea. But I'm not so sure encouraging the relationship to continue is the way to go. Removing the threat of pregnancy is only one obstacle they face. Society is never going to look kindly upon their relationship. Not even as tolerant as they are about Andrea's other relationships." Denise said, wearily. "Actually, I consider the threat of pregnancy to be my primary concern there. None of you are really going to be able to openly display your relationships as long as you and Betty are both teachers. Bobby's just one more skeleton in the closet... sorry, bad analogy." Marge said, chagrined. Denise chuckled and took Marge's hand and squeezed it. "No problem. I'm not sensitive about that sort of thing... because I'm not ashamed of what I am..... So you don't see a problem with Andrea and Bobby continuing their affair? If they end up living together elsewhere it's liable to get much more torrid, not less. As it is they have little opportunity to get together." she asked. "No, I'm much more concerned with how stable Bobby's going to be around the rest of you. I saw it as a possibility that he would end up with you all when you told me about all this. As far as his and Andrea's relationship; Whom is it hurting if he gets a vasectomy? Not him certainly. Not Andrea... she's already decided to live an unconventional lifestyle. Not you or Betty for the same reason. I'm not saying that I agree with the concept of incest. But it's not really that uncommon. It's mentioned as far back as the bible. You hear a lot of rumors about it going on in backwoods places even today. You know as well as I that birth defects are the only valid foundation for the taboo anyway. If Bobby has a vasectomy that should remove that threat very nicely. So whom is it actually hurting if they really love each other?" Marge asked. "Maybe that's it. I'm not sure that they really do. They may just be infatuated with each other. I have no doubt that Bobby coerced Andrea into the affair. He may not have been cognizant of what he was doing at the time. But a thirteen year old girl does *not normally* decide out of the blue to give her virginity up to her brother. Not unless she was traumatized to start with. From Andrea's description of that week, that's exactly what he did to her. I think he realizes that now. So he feels shame over his actions. I think Andrea is also realizing it. So she may come to feel resentment toward him." Denise said. "Yes, but how is that so different than Andrea and Cindy? You said that they were part of each others treatment. I believe that. Cindy's doing very much better and I believe Andrea is too from both your accounts of her behavior now." Marge said. "Yes.. they are both doing better. They're like two peas in a pod now. They both treat each other with respect and tenderness. Yesterday they served us breakfast in bed. So this morning Betty and I did the same for them. When we crawled out of bed we looked back at the two of them snuggled together. They were both sleeping peacefully. A little smile of contentment on both their faces. When they woke up they kissed each other tenderly. .... no doubt in my mind that those two really love each other. ..... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get to graphic in my descriptions there." Denise said. "No, that's fine. I figured out a long time ago that they both kissed and much more. I can picture the scene you were just talking about. It's one of those special moments.... " Marge said, serving their tea. "I must say that you are certainly one of the most understanding parents I ever encountered." Denise chuckled. "I love my daughter very much. I love you too. You are good for my daughter. But I'd like you as a friend anyway." Marge said, joining her at the table again. "Thank you. I've grown quite fond of you too. .... The Billings heard about our Friday night dinners when Betty went to pick up Andrea. They invited Betty to do the same with them. I'm not so sure that they don't know at least part of what's going on with Andrea. I don't think they have a clue about her and Bobby though. Anyway, they want Betty to come over for dinner there every Friday. We got talking about it and Sally -Mrs. Billings- suggested that perhaps we could all get together for dinner some time. Mr. Billings -John- even suggested that perhaps we could alternate. That opens the door to what you suggested about you getting together with them. I'd like to give Bobby a bit of time first to get him using the computer. Then if you wouldn't mind, I'd be grateful if you could invite them and Andrea over for dinner without Betty and I, so I can try to talk to Bobby. I'd happily sponsor it." Denise asked. "No need for that. I think we need to get aquatinted with Andrea's folks anyway. I get the impression that she's going to be a fairly permanent part of Cindy's life just as you are. So how do I explain not inviting you two?" Marge asked. "Oh... Maybe that we have a teachers conference that night or something, or a previous engagement with Betty's parents. I'm due to meet them next Wednesday for dinner. Maybe just before you go on vacation would be about the right time I think. Maybe get a dinner with them and us as a foundation between now and then." Denise asked. "Sure. Anytime.. Dinner with Betty's folks. Sounds like she's serious about you." Marge teased. Denise chuckled. "Yeah, I said the same thing to her. This ought to be interesting anyway. I've never been to a millionaires house for dinner. Hope I remember which fork to use." she chuckled. "I have no doubt that you will be thoroughly enchanting and that they will fall for you like Sam and I have." Marge said. "Why Marge Crowther. You're being so complimentary towards me that I'd almost swear you were making a pass at me." Denise giggled. "If I wasn't happily married and you weren't my daughters mate that's just exactly what I'd be doing." Marge replied, matter of factly. "If you weren't happily married and I wasn't your daughters mate.... I'd be making one at you." Denise replied. They shared a look for a long moment. "Well, that said. I think this is all complicated enough as it is. I just wanted you to know that I do care." Marge said. "Thank you. I do too...... So, did Sam get a vasectomy?" Denise asked, to change the subject. Marge seemed surprised. "Why yes, how did you know? Not even Cindy knows that!" she asked. "Just the way he was walking on Friday night. When I was in college I helped a guy who had one ..... *get better*. So I take it that you had an active weekend, too?" Denise giggled. "Yes, it was wonderful. I think I wore the poor guy out. He's sleeping peacefully now. The last time was just before you brought Cindy home." Marge said, blushing a bit. "Yeah, I figured you were gearing up for your belated honeymoon next month. You be careful as it takes a while to get all them little swimmers out of the pipes." Denise said. "Doctor takes a sperm count next week. We're still using protection until then. He wanted me to come along for *inspiration*." Marge chuckled. "Why not?" Denise asked, sipping her tea. Marge shrugged. "Maybe I will." she said. "I hope I didn't embarrass you folks too bad Friday. Cindy liked to glow in the dark." Denise said. "No, I thought about what you said. You were right. That's just another area where society is going to have to learn to adjust. We don't have any rituals to cover such things. You talking frankly about it will help. It settled all our minds to the facts. Like talking about having children would have." Marge said. "Yes, that was my intention. I explained that all to Cindy on our way to the cabin." Denise said. "Tell me, I'm curious. How many times did you make love this weekend?" Marge asked. "With Cindy?" Denise asked. "Whomever? Say total for you." Marge said. "Gosh, I didn't count.... lets see.....three Friday night, twelve Saturday, about fifteen today, I guess about thirty times total. That would probably hold true for every body.. maybe a few times more for Andrea and Betty as they arrived earlier and got a head start on us. " Denise said. "Good gracious me. Thirty times! Really?" Marge asked. "Yes. Once with each Friday night, then we all made love about four times to each other on Saturday and then about five times each today. Why? Do I sound like a brazen hussy?" Denise giggled. "No, I guess I'm just used to dealing with the physical limitations of men. We were *very* active this weekend, but I think we only did it about nine times.... no eleven. Starting right after you left Friday." Marge said. "Yes, we aren't faced with the physical limitations of men. We can make love as much as we have energy for. But think about it. It's not so different from you and Sam. But each of us just had three times the number of partners. I made love with Cindy about ten times this weekend. About the same with Betty and Andrea. So about the same as you folks did. There were just more of us." Denise said. "Yeah, I can see that.... it also explains why Cindy's so damn happy." Marge giggled. "I'm pretty damn happy myself about that girl. I just love her to pieces." Denise mused. "I can see that. .... You two just *fit *together. The part that I find amazing is that you *all* seem to fit very well together." Marge said. "Yes, Betty and I were talking about that earlier in the week. I think we all realize just how lucky we are that we do all fit so well. I think that Sam's little definition of the relationships is really quite close. Betty and I share a primary relationship as do Cindy and I and Betty and Andrea. Cindy and Betty have a good relationship as do Andrea and I, but neither is quite as strong as the others. It all works out really well. Exceptionally well in fact. Cindy usually ends up snuggled to me and Andrea to Betty just before we go to sleep. That's the way we like to wake up. During the week Betty and I are quite content to do the same thing. It's not easy to describe it. ..... How I explained it to Cindy... Well, it's like a persons aroma. It's unique. It sets off a particular set of nerves in your olfactory that nobody else's does. They touch a part of your brain that nobody else on the planet does. Each of our relationships are like that. Each one touches a different part of me. I think I do the same for them. Betty and I share a mature love that the girls don't understand yet. At the same time they touch something maternal in us. For them they are sharing the commonalty of their ages and tastes. We all share the commonalty of being women. It all contributes to making us all ecstatically happy." Denise mused. "Yes, I can see that.... Well, I'd better let you get home. Betty is probably wondering where you got off to." Marge said. "Yes... I enjoyed our little talk... I always have. I'm very glad to have you as my friend, Marge." Denise said, rising. Marge hugged her, and then kissed her softly. Nothing serious, just a warm kiss. They parted with a warm feeling about each other. "Talking to Marge again?" Betty asked when Denise got home. "Yeah... I sure like her. Cindy's very lucky to have her for a parent." Denise mused. "Cup of coffee? Tea? Straight to bed?" Betty asked. "I'm particularly fond of that last option. Right after I get rid of all the coffee and tea I've had tonight." Denise chuckled, heading for the upstairs bathroom. "Bring your laptop." she called over her shoulder. "Good god. In the bed? What have I gotten myself into." Betty asked, snagging her computer. Denise came out of the bathroom looking much relieved, she reached into her bag and pulled out two CD's. "I stopped by Jenny's after school Friday. It just never came up this weekend as it was full enough. I selected some of my best from my *student gallery*. I thought you might like to take a look at them." Denise said, moving to the bed. "You are forgiven for bringing a computer into our bed. Not that I think we need any extra incentive." Betty chuckled. "I was thinking that you might enjoy watching a little show while I lash at you with my tongue." Denise offered. "Ooh! That sounds fun!" Betty said, climbing on the bed and pulling her to her. It was. Before they left in the morning Betty showed Denise the wall safe and told her the combination. She had her practice by putting the CD's in it. Denise spotted the wad of cash. "Good god. You keep that much money around?" Denise asked. "You ought to see the wad in my fathers safe. He taught me to always have some around for emergencies. His father taught him the same thing. He almost got caught short when the banks folded from the stock market crash of twenty-nine. He basically fed his family during the depression on what he was lucky enough to have in his safe at home. Normally he didn't have that much. He had just closed a deal and hadn't been to the bank yet when the market crashed. Since then the tradition has been passed down of keeping at least ten-thousand at home. There might be a bit more there. I haven't counted it lately." Betty said. Denise closed the safe and locked it. "I don't want to know. It would only make me nervous. I was just thinking that it's a good thing we are upgrading your security." Denise said, nervously. "I'm not concerned about that. Anything in that safe is covered by my home owners insurance anyway. Anything on my property is. I could have written off having a glass company come out to replace that window had you not been so gung-ho about it. But it looked like you were having fun." Betty chuckled. "I just feel nervous knowing the combination to your safe. I wished you'd count it." Denise said. Betty stopped. "Denise. *All* I have is yours. If I opened that safe tomorrow and found it *empty* I might ask you what you did with the card you gave me. But I wouldn't bat an eye over the money. I'd give you that or ten times that without even asking you what it was for. At this point I know I don't have to count that. I trust you totally. I would gladly sign full power of attorney over to you any time you'd like. If you left me penniless I would still love you just as much. That money means basically nothing to me. *You,* however, mean a great deal to me. If you should need some, take it. Don't even bother telling me about it. If we need more, I'll get it. It's as close as the bank. I could sit down and write a check for a million dollars and it would clear. For more than that I would probably have to give my father a day or two notice. But don't be nervous about a measly ten-thousand, or whatever is there. It could be much less than that. I tap into it from time to time and haven't counted it in a long time... years, come to think of it, so there is probably much less than that. I probably ought to renew it. But my point is, there is no need to be nervous about it." Betty said. Denise hugged her. "It's just not easy for me to think in those terms. To me, that money in that safe represents a years wages for much of my life. The reason I wanted you to count it, was so that you would know that I hadn't touched it. I don't think I could. It wouldn't feel right to me. I love you for you, not your money. That's why I'm so insistent to pay my share. Not because I think I will be a burden to you. But because I want you to always know that I love you for what you are, not what you own. I'll probably always be that way. I don't know how to be any other way." she said. "I know that, love. That's the only reason I ever told you about the money in the first place. I never did tell June. She would have been after me for every penny she could take me for. Not that that would have mattered." Betty said, softly. "She does know. I told her the other day. She was acting so smug I just felt like rubbing it in. I'm sorry." Denise said, dropping her eyes. "Doesn't matter. At this point I would never have anything to do with her ever again. You did me a great favor there when you invited her to that dinner. It let me see just how petty and shallow she really is. So don't worry about that." Betty said, walking her down the stairs. "Well, it's a good thing she doesn't know anything about safe cracking. She could have cleaned you out.... But I guess that she had already been here when I told her." Denise thought out loud. "Wouldn't have made any difference. I would have just happily thrown her to the legal wolves and made a claim against my insurance. I kind of wished she had. Then I know she wouldn't be a bother any more." Betty said. Denise kissed her tenderly and hugged her before she headed for school. Betty had a second cup of coffee -as she didn't teach first period- and then followed Denise to school. ------------------------------------------ Bobby awoke. He went through his calisthenics and regular morning routine, but then instead of sitting down in front of the television, he sat down in front of his computer in his room and switched it on. He began to poke around on it. Referring back to one of the books he had read over the weekend. His mother got so excited she called her husband -already at work for an early appointment- to tell him about it. Andrea was bubbling with excitement when she got to school. She stuck her head in the office door and told Denise about it before dressing for gym. "Alright! That's just great, Andrea. We'll let him poke on it for a bit to get comfortable with it. I'll give you a bunch of fun stuff for you to install on his hard drive. I have lots of books on disk and many more available. We'll try E-mail after he's gotten to poking around on the Internet. Tell you what. I'll make up a little booklet that tells how to log on and stuff. You can leave it for him to read. I'll also stop by my place and get those advanced books I mentioned to your folks." Denise said, happy for Andrea. "My mother was talking to me this morning a bit about you and Betty. They both like you. They like you both. I told her that Betty was really quite taken with Bobby. She said they had noticed..... anyway. Just thought I'd let you know. I'd better get dressed now." Andrea said. She looked around and pushed the door shut. "I had a wonderful time this weekend. I just wanted to thank you.... for everything." she said, then rushed off to dress. Denise looked after her grinning. Sipping on her second cup of coffee. Andrea put on quite a show for her. She flashed a smile in her direction before heading out. Denise was about to head out herself when she noticed her computer was in a slightly different position. She looked at it closely and saw where the screw heads had been scratched from someone using a nail file on them, and they weren't tight. She half sighed and half grinned. That meant that she had been correct in removing her camera. It also meant that June hadn't given up. They would have to watch themselves. It helped that they were now socially friendly with both girls parents and that Bobby was showing progress. She got her whistle and clip board and made her way out to start her class. Later in the day June came into her class. The same period she had the previous week. Denise readied herself for the worst. "I just came by to apologize to you and your class. The doctors said I had a random hormonal surge." she said, loud enough for the class to hear. The class fell silent, listening. Denise looked at her. June seemed to be half daring her to contradict her, half panicked that she would. "That's okay, Ms. Benito. We understand. I explained to the class that day that such things do happen. I'm glad you are feeling better." Denise told her. "Well, I just wanted to say I am sorry for the trouble and the disturbance I caused you all. I'll let you get back to your class now. Bye." June said, turning and walking away. Inside she was seething with hatred for Denise. But she recognized the need to publicly apologize to retain her position. She also apologized to the school nurse, first. "Alright girls, you heard. Keep in mind that such things do happen, so if you see that sort of thing happen with your relatives or neighbors, get them to medical help if you can. Okay, lets go to work.." Denise said, continuing her class. Later that day she stopped by the post office to get her mail. A note in her box sent her to the counter. Betty's order had arrived. She'd had it sent to her box as neither was home during the day. She stopped by her apartment, picked up her new key from the manager. She told him that she would be moving out a the end of the next month, but that she would leave her furniture and bedding to help him show the place. She left him the number where he could reach her when he needed her to move the rest of her things. From her apartment she got the books for Andrea, some tools and the rest of her clothing and toilet articles. She also cleaned out her freezer and lower fridge, loading up a camping cooler. She carted it all off to Betty's. "Wondered where you got off to." Betty said, then kissing her. "Your cameras arrived. I stopped by for some tools to install them. I also cleaned out my fridge and grabbed the rest of my clothes. I've got a bunch in the car to unload." Denise told her. "I'll help you. So you are officially mine?" Betty asked, pulling her back. "Body and soul, my love. Body and soul." Denise said, kissing her again. "Good. As I am yours. I shifted some things around and opened up some drawer and closet space for you too." Betty said, walking out to help her. They got Denise's car unloaded and the perishables stored. Then set about planing how to run the wiring. First Denise installed the interface cards and tested all the cameras. She stuck one inside Betty's sweats and called up the image on the computer screen. Betty got playful and pulled down her sweats and shorts, pointing the camera at her womanhood. Denise snagged the shot and stored it to disk. Then went back and zoomed in on portions of it. The sight affected her more than a little bit and the camera installation got postponed for a while. Later Betty helped her run wires and drill small holes for the tiny cables. "You really are a bit of a voyeur, aren't you." Betty asked. "Yes.. I always like to watch and look. That's why I set up my camera in my computer at work. I was so affected by the video I took the first day I just had to do something." Denise said, working at installing one of the outlet cameras. "Well I'll have to remember that. If I want to get you hot all I have to do is stick a camera in my pants." Betty chuckled. "Ever wonder what you look like inside? That camera I have on the flex shaft is just perfect for that." Denise giggled. "Later, you can voyeur your way into my every pore if it affects you like it did earlier." Betty chuckled. Next they did the outside cameras. All but the one for the gate. Denise would show Betty how to run a trencher that weekend if Betty would rent it. "A real slick one that just makes a knife cut and lays the wire in it as you back it up." Denise described enthusiastically to Betty. Betty chuckled and kissed her cheek as Denise tested the cameras on the computer. "Any particular reason for that kiss?" Denise asked. "Just cause your so cute." Betty chuckled, doing it again. "Oh, so glad you think so. I think you are pretty cute too." Denise said, pausing for a moment to get a real kiss. "I dropped off the plans at the architects on the way home. They said they would draw them up and we could look at what they came up with before we decided to finalize them. Turns out that my sliding roof idea wasn't as simple as I thought, but doable. It'll cost me though. I want to do it anyway. They said they would recommend a contractor to do the footings and exterior and help us with the interior as consultants." Betty told her, when they went back to testing the cameras. "Great. You sure you don't want me to help with the expenses on the deck and roof?" Denise asked. "No love. But thank you. Your share will be steep enough for you as it is. Things have gone up a bit since this house was built." Betty told her. "I was thinking about that when we were drawing it up. That's why I was trying to be so conservative." Denise chuckled. "I want to do it just as we planned. I think it will be fun. And it will be outstanding having you all here... My whole life has been outstanding since the moment when we first kissed.." Betty said, kissing her cheek again. Denise reached over and got her camera on the flex shaft and plugged it into the interface on Betty's computer. She turned and handed it to Betty. "Before or after dinner?" she asked, huskily. Betty smiled at her. "No time like the present." she said, taking the camera. Later they lay together softly stroking each others bodies. "I had no clue that's what I looked like inside." Betty mused. "I did, but I've looked *very* closely before. Nothing like that wand, of course. I installed the light source on the end myself." Denise replied, running her hand softly over Betty's derrière. "Mmm god I love your touch." Betty said. "As I love yours, my love." Denise said, softly kissing one of the cheeks and continuing her caresses. Betty lay enjoying it for a time, and then rolled over. Reaching out to lightly touch Denise's breasts as they gazed into each others eyes. Denise was sitting up beside her. Betty let her fingers roam, enjoying the feel of the soft skin beneath them. Denise quivered slightly as Betty's fingers traced over her nipples and teased them lightly. "I shall love you forever." Betty said. "Gosh, let me check my schedule." Denise said, flipping through an imaginary notebook. "Okay, that fits. Just what I had written to match. Love Betty forever, see, it says right here." Denise said, showing the imaginary notebook to her. Betty giggled and used the hand to pull her to her. "Don't lose that, that's important." Denise giggled, just before their lips met. They had a late supper. Betty sitting in a light robe as Denise cooked for them. "Do you think that we are promiscuous?" Denise asked, out of the blue. "Not compared to what I'd like to be. I'd like to spend every minute of every day making love with you." Betty replied, watching her move. Denise smiled at her. "No, I'm serious now." she said. "Mmm no, not really. Why? Am I loving you too much." Betty asked, uneasily. "Mm nope. The reason I ask is that Marge was curious and asked how many times we made love this weekend. I told her about thirty a piece, possibly a few more for you and Andrea as you got a head start on us. She seemed quite surprised by that." Denise said. "Yeah, I'd say that was about right. Andrea and I made love twice before you and Cindy arrived. After that it was sort of neck and neck -so to speak- for the rest of the weekend." Betty said. Denise set the cover on the stir fry and the heat on low while the rice finished cooking. She moved over and sat on Betty's lap. "I like the fact that you aren't a man and that you are my love. I like the fact that we *can* make love as much as we want without having to deal with the physiological limitations of a man. I want to make love with you night and day for the rest of my life. Marge's question only made me realize how much I, as a woman, love you, as a woman. I like the fact that we are both lesbians. It *lets* me love you *more* than I ever *could* a man." Denise said, bending to kiss her. The kiss was long and deep, but ended sensually soft. "You know before we got together I hated that term. I wasn't real fond of myself. You've made me proud of it now, and I like myself. You make me feel more of a woman than any man ever could. I feel *sexy*. I never did before. I feel sensual, I never did before. And I feel loved ... and I never did before." Betty said, softly, holding her to her and laying her head upon Denise's breast. "You *are* sexy, you *are* sensual and you *are* loved." Denise said, softly, kissing her forehead. "How long for the rice to cook?" Betty asked, huskily. "Long enough." Denise said, leading her to the sofa, opening her robe. They embraced skin to skin as they kissed deeply. Their fingers probing each others womanhood's. Betty kissed her and then moved around to lap between her legs. Denise sucked Betty's clitoris between her lips and flicked her tongue across it playfully. Betty delved deeper, then peeled back Denise's labia and zeroed in on her clitoris. In scant minutes they both cried out in orgasm and kept right on going. They pleased each other four times before they finally made it back to the table. The rice was perfect. "It's a good thing that Marge didn't ask me how many orgasms I experienced. I just counted sessions." Denise chuckled as they ate. "Lets see. Usually three or four for each of us... say three and a half average. Thirty times three and a half... about a hundred and five orgasms for you and Cindy. Make it about one-fifteen for Andrea and I. We were pretty hot for each other. We had at least five a piece for each time before you arrived." Betty chuckled. "You two have certainly hit it off well together. I seem to recall you referring to her as *a manipulative bitch*." Denise chuckled. "She was... she changed... You did that for her. You've done it for all of us. It was your tenderness and caring that changed my life, Cindy's life and Andrea's life. From what you've told me it's changing a whole bunch of peoples lives. Bobby is using the computer. His folks are ecstatic. Marge and Sam are taking a real honeymoon for the first time in sixteen years. You are teaching your counselor about love and passion. You affect people wherever you go. You are simply wonderful." Betty said, taking Denise's hand and softly kissing the palm. "I don't know that I am so wonderful. But you've all seemingly brought out the best in me. I certainly didn't affect this many people before. It just seems to have snowballed since you and I first kissed. Actually, I guess since I saw Cindy caressing Andrea's ass. The rope climbing bit was to give Andrea a little lesson in humility. It was that that got *us* together." Denise mused. "I wasn't even thinking when I asked you to show all my classes. I just said it to make conversation with you. I had to say something. God I was almost dripping for you." Betty chuckled. "You handled it very well then. You seemed nonchalant enough about it in the hot tub." Denise said. "I wasn't. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of dogs." Betty said. "I thought you were as lovable as a kitten... I still do." Denise said, teasing Betty's hair with her fingers. "Well, come on love, lets put this *lesbian pussy* to bed. I want to snuggle to you all night." Betty said, bussing their plates and storing the rest in the fridge. They made love yet another time and then softly caressed each other to sleep. Over the rest of the week, they finished the camera installation on Betty's house except for the gate camera and Denise showed Betty how to program the cameras. Setting up a scanner program like she had used in the gym. Betty tested it by walking nude through all the rooms in the house, bending to expose herself to where she knew the cameras were. They played it back and Denise took her on the office floor. Luckily it was carpeted. Later Denise set it up so that Betty could control the whole thing from her laptop. Once activated, it would call her up and send her pictures if there was an intruder. Failing to make a connection with her laptop, it would upload the pictures to her Internet account for safe storage. It would continue to do so as long as it was plugged into the power and phone lines. Denise added one of her cameras on the access to the wall safe. Betty chuckled but let her. -------------------------------------------------- Bobby settled into a routine of poking on the computer for half a day and then watching TV the other half. That was just fine with his parents, at least he was using it. Denise printed up the booklet on the Internet usage and Andrea slipped it onto his pile for reading. He read it during the night when others were asleep. Within a day or two he was clicking his way around the world. Denise had included a description of the anarchy of the news groups, including how to access a support group for former POW's. He spent little time there, but did return. Tears in his eyes as he read about the hell others had been through... and were still going through. -------------------------------------------- End of section of Savant. Post comments to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----