Message-ID: <19623eli$9902030446@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P9 (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: <36b7f70e.1554377@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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "In some ways, I'm most certain it has. I get the impression that it has. I get the feeling that it runs in cycles. Each generation rebelling against the last. They swing the other way. But religious fundamentalism currently has the world locked in it's grip. You think we are repressive here, god some countries in the world *still* behead people for adultery and stuff." Denise replied. "But.... what about harems and stuff like that? Surely those women take pleasure in each other." Cindy asked, licking a spoon full of yogurt sensually. "Oh, I'm sure that some did. But *at* the cost of their overall *freedom*. The harem girls were just basically love slaves for the sultans and such. But whatever pleasure they may have taken in the harems was far offset by their loss of freedom. If they were let out at all, then they had to wear veils and scarves. They could not expose even their hair. Usually they were never let out until they were too old to be appealing sexually to the sultans. Then they would become general household slaves or worse , just put to death. The romance of that situation is largely a myth portrayed in movies. Women have always been subservient to man. Undoubtedly because they were physically stronger. But now survival doesn't rely so much on strength, as brains. So now w e're earning a bit of freedom we never had before." Denise said, sipping her cider and enjoying the curious combination. "Yeah... So back to Sappho, what were some of her other girlfriends names?" Cindy asked. "Oh, lets see.... If I remember them all. There were quite a few. Some of her favorites were Gongyly, Damoplyla, Mnasidika or 'Dika' for short, Anactoria and Gyrinno. She was quite taken by one who apparently died real young named Timas. Then there was P raxinoa, Euneika -of course- Telesippa, Megara, Anagora, and Micca. Little is known about most of them, especially those last three. Then there was Archeanassa, Pliestodike, Erinna and possibly Brochea and Irana. We probably got the term *Dike* from eith er Mnasidika or Pliestodike. Probably the first as she referred to *Dika* a lot." Denise replied. "How can you possibly remember all that?" Cindy asked. "I was quite taken with her story. I read all I could find about her, which wasn't much as there isn't much left of her work. She wasn't exclusively gay, she had quite the hots for the guy who ran the ferry between Lesbos and the mainland. A bo-hunk named *Phaon*. Then she probably had an affair with a fellow poet named *Alcaeus*. She was also married and had a daughter named * Cleis*. I could find no mention of her husbands name, they seemed to have lived apart quite a bit. He on another Greek island where he ran some kind of business. She had three brothers named *Charaxus*, *Eurygyus* and *Larichus*. *Charaxus* was the eldes t and *Larichus* was the youngest, and her favorite. She had a kind of feud with a little trollop named *Doricha-Rhodopis*, a courtesan he - *Laricus* - may have purchased. But I got the feeling that it was in part jealousy based and not all that viscous as there are hints she made it with her too." Denise said. "Did she make it with him, her younger brother?... I assume he was younger than her?" Cindy asked. "She was the eldest child. There was no specific mention of her making it with him. But who can say. Everybody seems to have made it with just about anybody back then. Like I said, most the guys were chasing around young boys while she was doing the girl s." Denise replied. "That's sick." Cindy said. "Perhaps... the perception of that is as cultural as the perception of lesbianism. If that was the norm, then perhaps it wasn't near as traumatic for the young boys. I guess that would depend how they went about it. I think at the time, older men used to take on boys and teach them as Sappho taught the girls. But they also rewarded them financially. A young male from a poor family could further himself quite a bit in the world by becoming consort to an older, more powerful man. But personally, I am inclined to agree with you. I think children should be permitted to grow up at their own pace. But look at things from a different perspective. Say a young male is taken by an older girl. This is perceived by himself and his friends as a good thing for him. He got *lucky* early. He was taken under the wing of the older, more experienced girl. Now, reverse that and it is perceived as a tragedy for the young female. The older male must have seduced or raped her. She *lost* her virginity at a tender age whereas he *became* a man at a young age. I don't really see the difference. In both cases an old er person of the opposite gender had sex with a younger one. The actual difference is in the way society views the different genders. If a high school boy gets a lot, he's a young stud. If a girl does the same, she's a tramp or a slut. That's bullshit." Denise said. "Yeah, I can see that... Do a lot of girls do that, seduce younger guys?" Cindy asked. "Oh, I wouldn't say a lot. But I knew of some girls when I was in high school who used to get their kicks randomly picking up junior high aged boys and breaking them in. Virgin or *Cherry* hunts they used to call them. I don't know what they used for bir th control or what they would have done if they got pregnant. It's not like they could have married them. Anyway three or four of them used to find some kid walking on his own and pick him up and take him up into the mountains and all have sex with him. They never got in trouble for it, as the boys all pretty much loved it." Denise said. "Yeah, and if it were the other way around, a bunch of guys doing the same with a lone girl, it would be thought of as a gang rape... I see what you mean." Cindy mused. "It probably would have to be rape. As the girls would be less likely to want to indulge in it. There are strong societal pressures upon girls to remain a virgin till they are married. It's not expected of guys at all. So they are free to choose to enjoy it. I don't recall those girls having any problems convincing the boys." Denise said. "Did you do it?" Cindy asked. "No... I kind of wanted to, but I never did. They invited me along once, but I was a virgin. I was till I was in college." Denise said. "I guess I'm not. I let Andrea take mine." Cindy said, quietly. "I guess that would depend on how you defined it. If you haven't made it with any guy's, then by one definition you still are. If you define it by losing your hymen, then you're not. But how do you define girls who break it athletically or from horseback riding or something? They haven't had sex at all, are they no longer virgins? Is it defined by your first orgasm? What if you give it to yourself, like Betty did? Alright, say it's the first orgasm given to you by another, that doesn't work. There are g rown women who have children who have never had an orgasm. I personally don't place much distinction upon it. I think of mine as a loss of my innocence from my first lesbian affair. But the world would see it as later when I did that guy. I didn't really think that was either all that traumatic *or* satisfying. I'd like to think of it as the first time I made love with someone who actually loved me. That would be my first time with Betty." Denise mused. "Yeah, I like that definition. That would make mine with you, as Andrea didn't understand then." Cindy said, softly kissing her cheek. Denise took her spoon and playfully smeared some frozen yogurt on one of Cindy's exposed nipples. Cindy gasped and shivered. Denise then warmed her tongue on the hot cider and licked it off. Cindy moaned deeply and suddenly shuddered in a mild orgasm. "Whoa, that was interesting." she giggled breathlessly. "Yes, you have the oddest variances on what triggers you. I like it, that I can build you up slowly over an hour or suddenly trip you off in an instant." Denise mused. Cindy returned the gesture, Denise didn't go off, but she moaned quite deeply. "Awh... Your trigger isn't as sensitive." Cindy lamented. "I still feel it, darling. But I'm afraid I never did have a hair trigger." Denise said. "You went off with me from nipple contact, that time you gave me one with your eyes." Cindy said. "I guess psychology has much to do with that too. Then I was so hot for you that a snap of the fingers could have set me off. I'm not used to having my dreams come true. Not that I'm not still hot for you, but my nerves are a bit calmer now." Denise chuc kled. "I would have said you were calm then. I never knew anybody so much in control before. I still don't. You're still right on top of things." Cindy said, admiration in her eyes. "I wouldn't say that. Not with Mutt and Jeff out there trying to listen to us. Betty was the one who spotted them and warned us." Denise said, finishing off her frozen yogurt. "True, and then you took control and dealt with it as effectively as you could. In fact Betty was able to get the plastic and stuff because you had already thought of it. I don't mean to detract at all from Betty, she's great and I love her dearly. But y ou are the one who guides us all. The one who leads us. Our *matriarch*." Cindy said. "Or ring leader." Denise giggled. "I don't know why you put yourself down like that, when you are absolutely stupendous. You *are* the matriarch of the Alvey clan and I'm very proud to be a member of it." Cindy said, seriously. "I'm sorry...I'm not used to such adulation.. and I guess I kind of think of my mother as a matriarch. I didn't really care for the term... but now that you use it, I quite like it." Denise said, quietly. "You don't talk about your parents much... In fact not at all. Why?" Cindy asked. "They sort of disowned me when that thing happened with Janice in college. They both turned their back on me when I needed them the most. I don't blame my father that much. She pretty well dominated him. She dominated both of us, really. But he let her. Anyway, they turned their back on me. Maybe that's why I love *your* mother so much. She's stood behind you when it really mattered." Denise said, her eyes tearing up. Cindy hugged her to her. "I'm sorry.. I didn't know. So you haven't seen them since?" she asked. "Not really. When I graduated they wanted to patch things up again. I told them to *fuck off*. That was quite sufficient for my mother to do just that. She's kind of a religious fanatic. Maybe that's why I'm so sour on that.... But part of that was the s cience anyway. When I found out that the world was billions of years old, not just four-thousand. Science seduced me right away from religion. I guess I still sort of believe in something... but it's not at all what any of the religions of the world pre ach." Denise said, quietly, tears dripping from her cheeks. "So why did you tell them that?" Cindy asked, softly kissing at her tears. "Because.... One, they turned their back on me when I *really* needed them. I was really torn up about Janice. My mothers religion wasn't worth a moment of her compassion. She was *ashamed* of me. She cared more about what other people thought than what I felt. When I graduated she came to me and said that she would accept me back into the family, *if* I never mentioned Janice or what happened to me, like *I* was supposed to be *ashamed* of what had *happened* to *me*. It was just too much. I had my life back by then, thanks to Jenny and *no thanks* to my folks. I think my mother would have been happier if I had killed myself, to pay for my *sins*. The sin of loving someone and being a victim to their cruelty. So I told her to fuck off. I'm not the least bit sorry either. I don't care if I ever see them again. I'm quite sure they feel the same way. I don't know if you realize how lucky you are that your mother is like she is." Denise replied. "Yes, I do. Mom's great. I know that. I realize it more all the time. Hearing your story just reinforces that. God I was so floored when she admitted having an affair with a woman when she was my age." Cindy said. "She told you that because she wanted you to know she really did understand. It was probably really hard for her to do that. Being gay at that time was *way* bad. It's only recently begun to slightly be accepted. It's still not liked. That's what I mean about your mom being so terrific. I guess it's hard for us to think about our parents experiencing passion. I'm still not certain mine ever did. My mother probably though about sex in terms of *wifely duties*, something you did because you were supposed to, but you weren't supposed to en joy. Fact is that I think it's absolutely wonderful that yours does. I quite like your mother as a person. If she were single I'd be all over her case." Denise admitted. "You've got the hots for mom?" Cindy asked, surprised. "Darling. You got a great deal of your superb looks from your mother. She's a *very* attractive woman. She's not much older than me either. Add her compassion, understanding and her whole lovable personality to that and yes, I find her *very* attractive. But that doesn't mean I wish to bed her. I recognize that a great deal of what I love about her is based upon what she is because of you and your father. She wouldn't be the same person without either of you. So I have no desire to change hers, or my li fe. But it does make what we share very special for me." Denise replied. Cindy looked thoughtful. "I wouldn't mind if you had a relationship with her. I know she's good looking and a dear. I can see what you see in her. Fact is that I've thought about her.... *sexually*. After she told me that she had once been with a woman. It made me want her too." she said, quietly, her eyes downcast. "I guess that's only natural. No need to be ashamed of it. I'd quite welcome feeling that way about my mother instead of what I do feel. There's an old adage that we seek reflections of our parents in what we choose for our mates. Like a girl seeks a man like her father and a son seeks a woman like his mother. That's certainly not true in my case though. Perhaps that's why I was so open t o the relationship with Janice. Because I *didn't* want a man like my father. I damn sure didn't want a woman like my mother either." Denise said. "You don't think I'm.... sick and perverted for feeling that?" Cindy asked. "No, of course not. Why would I feel that way about you feeling the very same attraction that I feel? I wouldn't even feel that way if you actually did something about it. Not that I am encouraging that. Our lifestyle is quite.... *controversial* enough, thank you." Denise chuckled. "Yeah, I feel the attraction, but I don't really have any desire to pursue it. Nor with dad... I just love them as my parents and feel proud to be their daughter." Cindy said. "That you should. They're both great. .... I guess I'd better go wake up Betty so she can make her run with Bobby. Looks like she's going to get cold and wet." Denise said. She leaned and kissed Cindy tenderly. Somehow they felt an even stronger bond than they already had. The kiss grew passionate and they hugged each other tightly. Finally Denise pulled back and they shared each others gaze for a while before Denise got up to wake Betty and Andrea. ------------------------------------------- Jenny didn't wait for Monday. She drove into her office and got the tapes out of the vault. She had two VCR's at the office for duplicating and cable TV to keep her patients content. She tuned one to the Disney channel and the other to the Family channel . She taped over the record knockouts and made certain that each tape was at the beginning. She found herself watching one of them, looking at Denise's lovely nude body as Andrea snuggled to her. Feeling desire for her. She was alone in her office, the building locked up tight behind her as she entered. She found herself touching herself as she viewed the tape. After a time she lifted her hips up out of her chair as she felt a powerful orgasm. She sat back gasping for breath, her eyes riveted to Denise's lovely, sexy body. She *wanted* her. The realization took her by surprise. She kind of chuckled to herself as she rewinded the tape all the way and set them both recording. Jenny was tempted to keep the tapes, but Denise had wanted them recorded over for a reason. Denise was no fool. Fact was that Jenny was fully aware that her IQ put her well into the genius category. Around 185. Genius started at 135. Denise was a solid 5 0 points into it. Jenny took down a book to pass the time as she recorded over the tapes. But her mind kept drifting back to Denise and the way she had kissed her. Denise was a very powerful lady. She was dynamic and smart and compassionate. Jenny realized she was very much in love with her. Not that she didn't share a rewarding relationship with Jake. She loved him with all her heart. He was an outstanding, tender, caring, loving man. Something both Cindy and Andrea had said came back to her. Something that they had learned from Denise, something that Denise herself had told her, but she *hadn't understood* at the time; That there can be *more than one* special somebody in your life * at the same time*. One did not preclude the other. It was society's rules that made it seem otherwise. Jenny finally *understood*. She sighed heavily. She was hungry so she let the tapes run while she went out for some food. She brought it back with her and ate it, watching a sappy old romantic comedy while she ate and waited. ------------------------------------------ Betty dug into her drawers and came out with a new running outfit she had picked up for just such an occasion. It was a special material that would pass sweat and excess heat while keeping her dry and warm. It fit her like a paint job and all her mates w anted very much to pull it off with their teeth. They made no bones about telling her so. "Let's just hope that it has the same effect upon Bobby." she chuckled. "I don't think there's any worry about that. Desire for incredibly lovely and sexy women seems to run in my family." Andrea chuckled. "Would you mind so much picking up dinner on the way back? Cindy and I are going to split on the tab for Chinese." Denise asked. "Sounds great. No, I don't mind a bit... Unless Bobby wanted to drag me kicking and screaming off to his room after the run." Betty chuckled. "Kicking and screaming my ass. Probably kicking and screaming if he didn't." Denise chuckled. "Woman is perceptive." Betty chuckled, lip locking her. "Don't forget your laptop. You may need it. Seems that Bobby likes typing on it." Andrea said, handing it to her. "Thank you love. Mmmm I'll see you all later. The Chinese place on Hudson?" she asked, after collecting a kiss from Andrea. "Yeah, we'll give you some time and then call it in." Denise replied, handing over the money. Betty stuffed it into her purse and collected kisses from Denise and Cindy before heading out. --------------------------- "*Your turn.*" said the second detective. The first nodded and climbed out of the van into the compact car. When Betty pulled out of the driveway he waited a bit and then dropped in behind her. He had a fairly good idea where she was going, especially dressed she was. He was flat surprised the s econd detective had let him tail her. ----------------------------- Jenny spot checked the tapes, then started the second pair. Again she found herself watching one for a bit. This time she watched both Denise and Andrea. Denise had turned a bit toward the camera. Her legs opening a moment revealing her womanhood. Jenny still framed the image and found herself again with her hands in her pants. Afterwards she took a blank tape and made a copy of just that portion. Editing Andrea out by shuttling the tape over that portion containing just Denise again and again until she had a solid ten minutes of her. She checked the copy and then rewound the o riginal and started the record over. She took the tape of Denise and locked up her office, leaving the recorders running. She also had one last tape with her, the one of Cindy and Andrea at the cabin. She wanted to study it one last time at home before s he recorded over it. She drove home feeling a curious excitement from her realization over her feelings for Denise. ------------------------------------- Bobby did indeed notice Betty's outfit. She was stretching in it when he came out the door. He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment, just watching her lithe body so tightly packaged. Betty smiled at him and continued her stretching. Feeling *proud* of her body and slightly flushing under his gaze. Bobby moved to join her stretching and then set off at a light pace, Betty dropping in beside him. ----------------------------- Denise guided the girls into the library and gave them a computer programming lesson to pass the time. She showed them the concept of top down programming, working in BASIC as a start for them. She used her desktop unit. She hardly worried about the watc hers knowing she was giving computer lessons. She showed them about allocating variables and how to loop and count. Both girls sitting in rapt attention. Denise punctuated her lessons once again with awarded kisses. She barely remembered in time about th e food order. Andrea volunteered to call it in. ---------------------------- There was so little traffic the first detective only dared drive past the running couple twice. Each time in line with another car. Once in front, once behind. He couldn't help notice how Betty's outfit fit her ass as he drove past. He drove up the stree t from Billings and turned around, ready to follow Betty upon her return. Both Betty and Bobby noticed the car pass them, but didn't say anything. Once back at the house Bobby kind of motioned with his head and Betty followed him inside. Once inside he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. "Cup of coffee?" he asked. Betty was floored, she found herself just nodding. Bobby kind of chuckled as he poured them a cup of coffee. "Where are your folks?' Betty heard herself ask. "Went to visit my dad's brother, then out to dinner. We've got a little time." he replied, easily. "You have a very nice voice, glad you decided to use it." Betty chuckled, kissing him again. Bobby kissed her back for a long time before replying. "You gave me no choice about that. I had to tell you just how *fine* you look in that outfit." he said. "Thank you, you look quite nice yourself if I do say so." she replied. He guided her to a seat and then kissed her again as she sat. Then served her her cup of coffee. Pouring one for himself, he joined her at the table. "So, tell me about the tail." he said. "You were right, of course. They've been watching the house and trying to listen to us. Denise solved that. She helped me winterize my windows with vinyl sheeting. Then actually tapped into their laser beam so we can listen to *them*. I tell you. There are advantages to living with a nerd. I do love that lady." Betty replied. "So what have you learned from the tap?" Bobby asked. "One, that it's partially my fault. I sicked the family lawyer on them and June. Seems the sheriff has something personal against him. Besides that, June's in a highly respected position. I think they have to check her charges out, even if we do have her cold for trespassing and breaking and entering. I added slander to the charges. But we may just drop the whole thing. Depending on what she says if we can talk to her alone on Monday. A weekend in jail might just change her perspective. Next we learned that they don't intend to listen in here or at the Crowther's. They think if there is something going on that both sets of parents are unaware of it. Which is kind of a chuckle as both of them *are* aware of it. Not all of it, of course. Not about you and Andrea." Betty said. "June told them about us?" he asked. "Yes. The cops asked Andrea about it on Friday night. She acted suitably disgusted at the concept. She's one cool headed little lady. They both are. I think their performances were quite convincing." Betty replied, sipping at her coffee. "Suitably disgusted...... Is that how you feel?" Bobby asked. "No, Bobby. That is *not* how I feel. I think that you and Andrea are very much in love. For whatever the reason you started the relationship. I think you have acted honorably in trying to protect Andrea over the outcome. If I felt differently, I wouldn' t be here." Betty replied. "So why are you here?" he asked. Betty looked at him a moment before replying. "For two reasons. First most for Andrea's benefit. I love that girl as much as you do. She loves you. She wants you. She's going to be a permanent part of my life. She want's you to be a permanent part of hers. I care what she feels. That's the main reas on for the addition to my house. There is going to be a complete, separate apartment for you to live in. The plan is that if we can make everybody think that you and I are a couple, that they will not notice that you and Andrea live under the same roof. My stipulation for that to occur, is that you get a vasectomy. I'm not about to have Andrea suffer the trauma of either a deformed child or an abortion." Betty said. "Granted. Assuming I decide to break my role here. And the second reason?" he asked. "I want what Andrea wants. I'd go along with this plan for her sake... But quite simply put... I've *fallen* for you. I'll understand if you don't want to be involved with me, the offer for you to come live at the house stands. You and Andrea can make love to your hearts content and I will just be happy that she's happy. But that's not fully what I desire. I desire you myself." Betty answered, softly. "How can you afford the addition on your salary?" he asked. "That would be my problem. But I can handle it okay. Neither you nor Andrea will go wanting." Betty replied, not wanting to induce Bobby with her money. "I won't deny that your offer is tempting. What about the others, how do they feel about it? Would it include them too?" he asked. "They are all for you living there and sharing a relationship with Andrea, and possibly myself. Beyond that, you'd have to work that out with them. I know both of them find you attractive as well, but a relationship is more than just physical attraction, as I'm quite certain you realize, so I couldn't promise more for them. I know they are willing to find out if there is more. After that it's between you and them." Betty replied. "Well I certainly find both of them attractive as well. Especially Denise..... She's quite a lady." Bobby mused. "That she is.... You haven't said how you feel about me." Betty said. "Oh, I thought I made that quite clear when I kissed you the first time. But if you need to hear the words... Yes, I love you too." Bobby replied. Betty found tears in her eyes and had to fight herself to remain in her chair. Bobby solved her dilemma by pulling her into his lap. They found themselves kissing hungrily and hugging. Then they just hugged for a long time. "Alright. It's a good plan. But we have to do it slowly. I can't break my role here right away. For one, this could all blow up in our faces over this June thing.... How the fuck did she find out anyway?" he asked. "Andrea got a bit too trusting at the wrong time. I don't fault her for it. None of us knew how shallow and callous that bitch June is. Besides being a two faced hypocrite. She sure as hell didn't fight *fucking* Andrea, but she kind of flipped out over you doing the same thing. But I know your relationship with Andrea is much deeper than that. You make love, not just fuck." Betty replied. "That we do... Just not very damn often. She's the best I've ever known. Fact is that her very first time was the best I'd ever had...... God I'm sorry I did that to her. But I'm not going to make excuses about it. It's done. After that... all I could do was to try to repair the damage I had done." Bobby said, tears in his eyes. "I take it that your perspective has shifted quite a bit. Andrea's speculated that it did before that week was out. She really loves you. She thinks she understands. She wants to really badly. But I don't guess it's something that you really want to talk about." Betty said. "Oh... I've come to terms with it. Fact is that I could have dropped this role years ago. I've just maintained it for her benefit. Fact is that I'm very grateful for you giving me a way out of it. When I first came back.... I was pretty screwed up. I gue ss in some ways I still am. I couldn't begin to describe the hell they put me through. Just before I left for the service... I happened to walk in on Andrea in the bathtub. She was just a kid then. No pubic hair or tits. I don't know. Somehow the image stuck with me. When they were torturing me what kept going through my mind was to get ba ck to that *purity* and *innocence* of that little girl in the bathtub. Then as time went on, I guess I flipped out pretty badly. Somehow that got twisted into the idea that I had to survive to protect her from the world. At that point my world was hell. That's the way I saw the whole world. The one sustaining factor in my life was that image of Andrea in the bathtub. It helped me to endure. It kept me alive when others were dropping like flies around me. When I got back... I didn't want to talk to anybody. I couldn't. They might have asked me about what I had been through and I didn't want another human being to know. The plan about teaching Andrea how to survive formed over the last month or so of my im prisonment. They were the worst. The only thing that kept me alive was the overwhelming desire to get back and show Andrea how to survive. But my whole view was skewed. To me survival meant surviving what I was going through. Then that week arrived. My folks left Andrea and I alone. That first evening I walked into the kitchen and there she was, with just a towel wrapped around her. Now a young woman, but she was still a child, really. The sight of her.... I guess I snapped. All those thoughts and emotions came flooding back to me. I found myself hugging her nude body. Half of me was still in the jungle submerged in sewage. The other half was actually hugging that purity and innocence that had sustained me. I found myself ca rrying out my plan to teach her how to survive. In the process I destroyed the one thing I had desired most to protect; that innocence and purity of the little girl in the bathtub." Bobby said, tears rolling down his cheeks. Betty hugged him tightly as great wracking sobs shook his body. She caressed him gently as he sobbed against her. She let him cry himself out. Finally he was calmer. He forced himself to continue. "It was about the third day when I realized what I had done. The damage was already done. I didn't know how to stop it without destroying her totally. I had already told her what would happen. That she would beg me to take her virginity. She did. I'd done the job too well to stop it. She would have been crushed and broken had I stopped then. I knew that she wouldn't find the compassion she needed to heal herself in men, if possible at all. Plain and simple, -for the most- part men are assholes. They don't know how to feel. They don't know shit about compassion. That's when I told her she would find her next teacher in the form of a woman. I didn't know that Denise even existed. I only knew that she would never find what she needed from a man. I was the biggest asshole of the bunch. I laid back and let my sister take her virginity on me. By that time I was ... *in love*... with her. I *needed* her as much as I had *made* her need me. Probably a whole lot more. She damn sure didn't need what I did to her." he sobbed. Betty held him tenderly as he sobbed himself out. "Bobby, I'm not going to judge you on what caused you to do this in the first place. But I am on what you did once you realized what you had done. And based on that, I am very, very proud of you." she said, seriously. "Proud? What the hell are you proud of? That I ripped a child's innocence from her like it was nothing?" Bobby moaned, still crying. "No, what you did *after* that. I consider the act itself as being caused by the assholes who tortured you. You know yourself that *everybody* breaks under torture. You just weren't through breaking when you were thrust back into this environment. But lo ok at what you did afterwards; You have devoted your life since that act to repairing the damage that was done. This whole situation stems from things you had no control over. The instant you got that control back you set about righting things. You are s till trying to right things. And yes, I am very proud of you for that." Betty said. Bobby hugged her to him with quivering arms. In fact his whole body quivered. Betty lifted his chin and kissed him tenderly, trembling herself. "Oh god, Betty. What can I do? God I love her so much..... How can I possibly give her back her innocence?" Bobby cried. "You can't. Once innocence is gone, it's gone. But you *can* make it as right as it can possibly be made now that that innocence is gone." Betty said. "I'll do anything. Anything at all." Bobby said, beginning to calm a bit. "That's good. Because you have much to do. All of which I don't know yet. None of us do. But maybe the hardest thing you will have to do, is to trust some people." Betty said. "Who? Trust is not an easy thing for me to do." Bobby replied. "Me for one. Andrea for another." Betty said. "If I did not trust you, then I would not be talking to you now. Andrea I trust implicitly." Bobby said. "I appreciate that. And I know how much you care for Andrea. Your behavior and the way she is now tells me that." Betty said. "Who else?" Bobby asked. "Denise for one, Cindy too, of course." Betty said. "I accept that much. My fate has been in all your hands since Denise figured out about Andrea and I. I trust Denise. She could have easily thrown me to the legal wolves. Fact is that I am amazed that she hasn't." Bobby replied. "And Cindy?" Betty asked. "Yes, I trust her. She has shown her devotion to Andrea over time. But I gather that she is well aware now of my relationship with Andrea. She has kept the confidence. Whom else?" Bobby asked. "A counselor. She may be the hardest and most important one to trust." Betty said. "Who? The one that Andrea is seeing?" Bobby asked, now calm once more. "Yes. Her name is Jenny. She also knows of the relationship between you and Andrea. She doesn't care about the law. She doesn't care about money. She cares about people. And she's very good at what she does. Between her and Denise, Cindy is now a healthy , happy young woman. They've also been working together on Andrea. You are a major part of that therapy. It won't work without you. But the point is to heal everyone whom this has affected, including you." Betty said. "Alright. Not that I care about myself, that's not important to me. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to heal Andrea as much as possible." Bobby said. "*You* are not unimportant. Because the degree of Andrea's happiness hinges much on yours. That girl loves your ass. And *she* won't ever be fully happy until *you* are happy. So the way we must play this, my love. Is to concentrate on getting everybody happy, that includes you. By doing so we are going to make a bunch of other people happy. Myself included. But more importantly, your parents." Betty said. "Yes... I owe them much. They have been totally devoted to me, as big a problem and a worry as I have been for them. Alright, how do we do this? How do we proceed from here?" Bobby asked. "Well, one. We will have to do some planning. Denise has arranged for your parents to be away so that she can talk to you. The Crowther's have invited them to dinner just next week. It will help a lot if you will talk to Denise when she comes." Betty sai d. "Alright, yes. I will talk to her." Bobby said. "Good. That's the second step. Your first was talking to me. ...... I guess I'd better get going. I'm sure my tail wonders what I am doing in here so long. It's not going to solve anything if I draw their attention here and they are listening when Denise comes to talk to you. May I have a kiss before I go?" Betty asked. Bobby answered by finding her lips with his. They hugged each other tightly as they kissed. "You haven't really said how you'd feel about living with us all." Betty said. "Yes.... I think I would like that very much." Bobby replied. "I love you, Bobby." Betty said. "I do not know why you do... But I am grateful for that. I love you too." he replied. Betty hugged him a moment longer, kissed him one last time and then left. A short time after she pulled off, her tail dropped in behind her. Tailing her to the Chinese food place and then home. ----- "Oh good. I'm starving!" Andrea said. "Yes, well I have a little news that will make you much happier than a little food." Betty chuckled. "Oh? What's that?" Andrea asked. "In a bit. Let's eat. I'm quite hungry too. Here's your change, Denise." Betty said, handing it to her. Denise split the change up with Cindy while Andrea got out the plates. They all helped themselves to the food. "So how was the run?" Denise asked, while they ate almost ravenously. "Excellent. This outfit works great to keep me dry and warm, but not too warm." Betty said. "Yeah, it just makes everybody else around you hot." Cindy giggled, drawing her fingers over Betty's svelte backside. "How did Bobby seem to like it?" Andrea asked. "Mmm Well, he seemed to like it, he asked me in for a cup of coffee and said I looked *fine*." Betty giggled, waiting for the reaction. It didn't take long. Everybody stopped eating and looked at her. "He spoke to you!?" Andrea gasped. Betty smiled and nodded. Andrea launched herself at Betty and lip locked her. The kiss was passionate and lasted a long time. "Mmmm That's why I wanted to wait to tell you. I thought that was how you would react and I was hungry.... for food." Betty chuckled, hugging her back. After a time Andrea finally released her. She had tears pouring down her cheeks. Tears of joy. Betty pulled her onto her lap and Andrea snuggled to her, quivering. "So what did he say?" Denise asked. "Mostly we just covered what we all already know or had surmised. One, that he's very much in love with Andrea. He feels very badly over what he did to her. It was as we surmised; he realized what he had done before the week when it happened was over, bu t it was too late. He sent her on her search for you in hopes of healing the damage. Not knowing for sure that you even existed, but knowing it would take someone *like* you to heal the damage. He's actually very bright, I think. He sure loves this girls butt. He was pretty clear about that. He explained to me a bit what he was thinking when it happened. Not that I like it, but I don't really fault him. It wasn't his fault. Everybody breaks under torture, he just wasn't through breaking yet when he came back. I think I helped him get a bit o f that out where he could deal with it. Anyway. I told him of our plans for him living here. He's agreeable to them. He's a bit anxious about June, which is understandable. He's agreeable to talking to you and eventually Jenny. And that's about all we had time to talk about before I had to leave. I didn't want to raise my tail's suspicions by staying too long." Betty said, trying to get a shrimp to her mouth with Andrea on her lap. Andrea kissed her cheek, fed her the shrimp and then slid off into her own chair. "I'm sorry. I'm just so happy about Bobby." she said. "Quite alright. Just let me get some food into me and I will be happy to snuggle to your hearts content." Betty said, softly touching her cheek. "Deal.... So where do we go from here?" Andrea asked. "I guess when your folks and you go to Cindy's for dinner. I go talk to Bobby." Denise said. "Just how pray tell are you going to do that if we have a tail?" Betty asked. "Oh.... I don't know. I'll think of something." Denise said. "That, I don't doubt a bit." Cindy chuckled. "Well, lets eat up. Maybe we can get a snuggle in before we take you two home." Denise said. The girls ate quicker. ----------------------------------- "*So she went inside for about fifteen minutes? Not long enough even for a fast quicky. Maybe long enough for a cup of coffee or to take a shit.*" said the first detective. "*Yeah, the only odd thing about it is that the guy's not supposed to say word one according to everybody. So what was she doing for fifteen minutes? Drinking coffee by herself? The parents weren't there.*" said the second. "*How should I know. So you want to bug the parents house?*" asked the first. "*No... I don't even know why we're bugging this one. We ain't learning shit, except if they are fooling around, they're mighty damn discrete and quiet about it. Unless they know we're listening -which I don't know how they could- then this is all a wast e of time. I think we finish up the week here, pack up and do some real work elsewhere.*" said the second. "*Okay by me. But I'll let you do the report for the sheriff.*" said the first. *"The fuck you will. We both turn in reports. I ain't gonna put my ass on the line alone. He expected us to nail these folks and he ain't gonna be happy we didn't.*" said the second. *"Yeah, alright. Wish the hell you had gotten Chinese food when you tailed her to the take-out place. It sound's good compared to burgers and anchovy pizza.*" said the first. "*Your turn to go. But don't leave yet. They'll be taking the girls home pretty soon. If they use two cars we both gotta follow them.*" said the second. "*Yeah... Alright. Hope they make it soon. I'm starving.*" said the first. -------------------------------------- Denise and Betty stored the extra food in the refrigerator, then told the girls to gather up their things so they could leave at a moments notice. The girls went off to gather their bags up. Stashing their books and homework and setting them by the door. Denise changed the tape for another sappy old movie, then the four of them quietly made their way upstairs. --------------------------------------- "*Oh shit, another old movie? I was hoping they'd take the girls right home.*" said the first detective. "*Yeah, well I'm gonna nap. You can wake me when they finally get around to it.*" said the second. ---------------------------------------- Everyone was well relaxed and happy by the time they finally took the girls home, Andrea in Betty's car, Cindy in Denise's. After they pulled out, two tails dropped in behind them a ways back. Listening to the conversation in each car in last hopes of na iling them. "I wish the hell Bobby would talk to me." Betty said, grinning at Andrea. Andrea smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I wish he'd talk to anybody myself." she said. "I don't know where your folks got off to. I sat and drank a cup of coffee while I waited for them. I wanted to go over your schedule for next term. You're going to take Denise's computer class aren't you?" Betty asked. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it. While you were out running and getting dinner, Denise gave us a programming lesson. I always thought that programming was a hard thing to do. I wish she'd teach a course in that too." Andrea said. "Well, maybe she'll cover that in the course if she can. I think she could teach the basics to most kids in just a week. That leaves a lot of time to fill for a whole quarter. Did you have a good time this weekend?" Betty asked, holding Andrea's hand on the seat. "Yeah, I did. I'm getting to enjoy those old movies." Andrea said, squeezing Betty's hand.. --------------------------- "So you got all your homework done that you wanted?" Denise asked. "Yeah, and then some. I think you helping me has really given me an edge at school. I'm ahead in most my classes." Cindy replied. "What did you think of the programming lesson I gave you and Andrea?" Denise asked. "I like it. You sure make it seem easy. I think I'll work on some programs of my own this week on my computer." Cindy said. "That's a good idea. It helps to work with it while it's fresh in your memory." Denise said. "I don't know how fresh it is, but I'll work with it." Cindy chuckled. "I think you are doing very well. Think I'll come in and say hi to your folks for a minute or two." Denise said, pulling up to Cindy's. She took her laptop with her when they went in. They bypassed their normal good-bye kiss in the entryway. It was dark, but not impervious to infrared or night vision equipment. Denise had warned Cindy ahead of time and they had kissed deeply before leavi ng Betty's. Marge was up when they went in. Cindy kissed her mom hello and goodnight, then kissed Denise good-bye and hugged her tightly before heading for bed. Marge guided Denise to the kitchen and fed her some tea. Extracting the whole story of June's arrest from her. "Well, I don't see what else you could have done, really. Personally, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to drop the charges. Sheriff disliking her lawyer or not. But I guess that's up to you." Marge said. "I don't really wish her bad. This is going to go hard enough on her if the school board gets wind of it. My only concern talking to her is that we not be monitored by the sheriff. I don't think I'd trust anyplace in the jail or the courthouse." Denise s aid. "I don't blame you for that.... So how are you going to visit Bobby with a tail?" Marge asked. "Right now I don't have a clue." Denise admitted. "Would it help if I left my car for you at one of the shopping malls? You could park on one side, walk through and out the other side and take my car. Go visit Bobby and then return and pick up your car. They may just think they lost you in the shopping mall. They're pretty crowded this time of year. I could send an extra key to school with Cindy next week." Marge offered. "Marge, you are a joy. Yes, that sounds like a great plan. A lot better than I've come up with." Denise said, hugging her. Marge hugged back. The hug lasted longer than the occasion warranted. Both of them enjoying it. "Well, I guess I'd best be going. Thanks Marge. I love you." Denise said, hugging her a bit longer. "I love you too, Denise. You have a good week now. I'll see you.... when? With the dinner and all?" Marge asked. "I guess I'll stop by after I see Bobby and pick Cindy up after the dinner is over. I know Cindy would be real disappointed to miss her Friday night out with me." Denise said. "You're right about that. That girl loves your butt. I think it's quite fetching myself." Marge chuckled. "Yeah, and you weren't happily married and the mother of my girlfriend I'd be *fetching yours* right into bed with me." Denise chuckled, kissing her softly. The kiss deepened on it's own and lasted too long for either to be comfortable with. Both kind of quivered inside during it. "Guess I'd better be going on that note.... Good night. Sweet dreams." Denise said, hugging her one last time before she slipped away. ------------------------------------ Betty visited with Andrea's parents for a little while, bringing them up to date on the June incident. She didn't mention her conversation with Bobby. Bobby was sitting in the living room plunking on his laptop. "He seems to quite like the new system. Denise sure set it up slick for him while saving me a bunch of money on cellular charges and such. I'll get an ISDN line run in next week. That should speed it up considerably." John said. "Yes, well I'm glad you're pleased with the system. I've sure been sending them quite a lot of business. I hope they gave you a good discount." Betty chuckled. "As a matter of fact, they did. They knocked off an extra five-hundred for Denise making the configuration work for me..... They said that they had two more systems reserved for you. What on earth for? That's a chunk of money you've got tied up there." J ohn asked. "One is for my father for Christmas. I think I'll use the other for school. I quite like the set up that I have at home. I guess the extra laptop is superfluous. I may give that to my mother. As to the money... I needed to exercise my credit cards a bit to keep my credit good." Betty said. "Yes, well don't exercise them so much they get cramps.. but I guess you know what you are doing." John said. "I don't know if that's true." Betty chuckled. "I think it probably is." Sally mused, fully aware that the purchase wouldn't hurt Betty, "So... Are you and Denise going to be to Dinner at the Crowther's with us next Friday night?" she asked. "I'm afraid not. We've got a dinner with my parents. I'd like to swing by later though and pick Andrea up if it's okay with you." Betty said. "Sure... I'm sure she'd like that. Long as she gets her homework done. Which I have no doubt with her being with you and Denise." Sally said. "Well, I can assure you it will always be done whenever she's with us.... Well, guess I'd better be getting home." Betty said. Sally gave her a hug, then asked: "Oh, how was your run yesterday with Bobby?" "Quite enjoyable. I've got a new set of togs that worked out quite well. Kept me quite warm and dry.... Well, you all take care now. I guess I'll see you next Friday after dinner. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Andrea. Thank you for the Decaff, Bye now ." Betty said, giving Andrea a quick hug and quicker kiss. --------------------- Denise and Betty met back home. Betty arriving first. Inside they hugged and kissed deeply. Denise went though the motions of going to bed in the guest room. Setting the alarm and changing the station on the clock radio. She set it for auto shut off and let it play on an easy listening station. After turning out the lights she tiptoed up the stairs and joined Betty in her bed. The two of them were amazingly hot for each other given the amount of loving both had done over the weekend. Perhaps it was the extra stress of the June incident. But the loving was hot and deeply felt by both. Later they caressed each other to sleep. --------------------- "*Well, that tears it. The nerd bedded down in the other bedroom. If they are dikes, they sure as hell aren't very devoted to it.*" said the first detective. "*Yeah, I'll take first watch. I want to work on my report anyway and get it over with. You can bed down.*" said the second. "*Oh great, trying to sleep with you banging away on the laptop. This whole stakeout has been one big joy. I can still taste anchovies every time I belch.*" said the first. "*Yeah, yeah. I'll call you in four.*" said the second, starting on his report. ------------------------ Denise and Betty lay in each others arms for a time before they had to get up Monday. They had awakened before the alarm and just rolled together and clung to each other. "Sometimes I wish I could just go away from it all." Denise said, softly. "We can, if you wish. Say the word and we'll be on our way for a deserted island in the pacific. Or a little grass shack in Malaya." Betty said. "It's tempting... But no. I can't leave our little darlings behind like that. I care too much for them. I know you do too." Denise said. "You're right, of course. But it's nice to dream... My dream is doing that, and taking them with us. All of them." Betty chuckled. "Now you're really tempting me.... I don't really want to leave, though. I just want all this bullshit with June to go away." Denise said, softly caressing Betty's breasts. "Mmm I love your touch... Well, as far as June is concerned... we'll find out today. Either she changes her tune or we let the wolves at her. That's the way I'm going to present it to her... if we can locate a safe place to talk to her. I'm not going t o do it in the jail." Betty said, caressing back. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't wish her bad. I just don't want her to be a problem anymore." Denise said, smiling at Betty's touch. "I know, love. You even care about that bitch. You're too good a person, Denise. You care too much.... But don't change. Please. I love you just as you are." Betty asked. "I'm bound to change over time. I may not always be this way." Denise said. "I know. I'm not worried about that. I'm not trying to keep you a certain way. I will love you no matter what. I was just saying you don't *need* to change to please me." Betty said. Denise clung to her, fighting tears. Betty solved her need by rolling atop her. They moved eye to eye to a massive mutual orgasm. As they lay cooling once more the alarm went off. Betty slapped at it. A short time later the alarm from downstairs could be heard. Denise kissed Betty deeply and then slipped out of bed. She showered downstairs to keep in the character they were presenting to the surveillance team. They met in the kitchen, dressed and ready for work. Despite their earlier tryst, they moved together and kissed and hugged for a long time. "Thank you. I needed that this morning." Denise said, softly. "Quite welcome, my love. I quite enjoyed it myself. Now I can enjoy a day which may well be stressful. I'll just remember you in my arms this morning and smile at the deepest bullshit." Betty replied, also softy as some sound could be heard from inside t hat part of the house. "Well, thank you just the same. I love you more every day." Denise said, kissing her tenderly. "As I do you. Now we better get our butts to work. One egg or two?" Betty asked, regretfully disengaging. "Two please." Denise said, starting the toast. "Figured out how you're going to talk to Bobby yet?" Betty asked, quietly. "Yup. Marge had a pip of an idea. She's going to leave her car at one of the malls. I pull up on one side, walk through and take her car from the other. Go talk to Bobby, return and walk back through to mine. They think they lost me in the shopping crowd . Which I have no doubt of this time of year if they get parked fast enough." Denise replied, quietly. "Great idea. That will work. Marge has turned into a pretty good friend for you, hasn't she." Betty asked. "That she has. And then some." Denise said, distantly. Betty looked at her grinning as she made the eggs. They kissed each other deeply before they headed out. Each carrying her gym bag and laptop. Betty set her alarm at the first stop light. Their tails a car or two behind them. Betty stopped at a convenience store and grabbed a designer water for later. She used the pay phone to call her lawyer. "Yes, Frank. I know what I said.... I think it would be best if I could talk to her, if you can arrange a safe place. Your office? That will work. I'll be there right after school.... Yes, Denise too.... Just tell her if she want's to get out that this i s what we want, otherwise we go ahead with the charges.... Yes, alright. See you then. Thanks Frank, you're a dear. .... I know... No send it to me. I don't want Daddy in this at all. Okay.. bye." the call went. Her tail couldn't hear a thing, but he wasn't worried about the call. His partner was tailing the other woman. The girls were both at their parents houses, probably getting ready for school. She could have been calling her hair dresser or just about anyb ody. He continued his tail until she pulled into the teachers lot, then headed to meet his partner for breakfast where they would go over their reports. The sheriff wasn't going to be happy. --------------------------- Denise was just sipping her coffee, enjoying Andrea's after class show when Betty walked in. "We're going to meet in Franks office after school." Betty informed her. Denise nodded, not wishing to discuss it further at school. Betty got ready for her class. After school the two drove to Betty's lawyers office. June was there, in a *foul* mood. "Give us some time alone, okay Frank?" Betty asked her lawyer. "I don't think that's a good idea." he said. "Yes, well do it anyway." Betty told him. He left, frowning, pulling the door shut behind him. Betty and Denise found a seat and turned to June, who was avoiding their eyes. "So what are we going to do, June?" Betty asked. "About what? I don't think we have anything to say to each other." she snapped. "Oh, I think we do. Unless you liked jail this weekend." Betty said. "Better company than at your place." June said, snippishly. "If that's the way you feel then I can arrange for your return, but I don't want to have to do that." Betty said. June looked at her a moment. She didn't really want to go back to jail. It hadn't been pleasant. "What do you want from me?" she asked, quietly. "That's quite simple. Just quit being a problem for us." Betty said. "You want me to forget all about incest and fucking young girls?" June asked. "Basically, yes. And you sure didn't put up much fuss when it was *you* fucking those same girls. When you *begged* us to let you. So you can save your reproaches." Betty snapped back. "And the incest?" June asked. "What about it? It's done. Nothing can change that. There's a girl who's getting the counseling she needs and we're making good progress in getting the guy into counseling. So what's the whole point. Punishment? Don't you think both have been punished en ough?" Betty asked. "Andrea said it was an ongoing thing." June replied. "What if it was? What the hell do you care? It damn sure isn't that you care one little bit about either of them. You don't give a damn about anybody but yourself. You're just pissed off because you fucking blew it. We had a good thing going and you blew it." Betty said. "Wasn't that good a thing, don't flatter yourself.." June said. "That's not what you thought for four years. But I'm not going to go through this shit with you. The basic facts are that we have your ass cold and you have nothing on us or Andrea and Bobby. Now either you quit being a problem for us voluntarily, or we duke it out in court. As it is right now you are going to have a hell of a time hanging onto your job if the school board gets wind of this. I don't want to have to fuck up your life. But I won't have you fucking up mine or the lives of those I love. In other words. I'm telling you to grow up." Betty said, fighting her temper. "You have the nerve to tell me to grow up? When you're fucking two young girls every weekend and condone one of them being involved in incest?" June asked, fighting her own temper. "Hold it! This is getting us no where. Except you back into jail. Let's all just take a deep breath and start over. June, what do you want from us? What will make it right with you?" Denise asked. "To see both you and Andrea's brother in prison." June spat. "Is that what you *really* want? Cause it's not going to happen that way. If you keep pushing it then the one who is going back to jail is *you*. That's a fact. Your career will be history and you will be out of a job. The most you can possibly hurt us, is to make us have to wait three years to live as we chose instead of us doing it now. Now I know you are freaked out about Andrea and Bobby. Fine, I am too. I'm very concerned about that situation. But have you actually looked at the facts of that situation?" Denise asked. "What facts? What could possibly make that right?" June asked. "Maybe not right, but just maybe not as bad as you think. First off, they don't get together more than once a year or so. Now I'm not saying that's good, but we're not talking about an every day occurrence here. You and I have made love more in the few t imes we got together than those two have in three years." Denise said. "That's supposed to make it right? That we fucked?" June asked. "Maybe that's what you were doing... But I was making love. And if you'll just get off your high horse you will remember that you *started* to do the same thing. Or don't you remember weeping against my breasts? Or what you started to feel with Betty?" D enise reminded her. Despite her anger, June did remember. It was like nothing she had ever known. She found her eyes tearing up. "A little late for all that. Isn't it?" she said, half sobbing. "Yes, quite frankly. Fact is that neither Betty or I would ever trust you again. So is your whole point to destroy our lives because of that? And you may not be able to live with incest, but what is the point of pursuing your charges? Do you really want to put a man who has been through sheer hell in prison because he was suffering mental problems from being tortured?" Denise asked. "Tortured? What the hell are you talking about?" June asked. "Bobby. You knew he was a POW in Viet Nam." Denise said. "Yeah, so?" June asked, not understanding. "So that's the whole point. That's what we're talking about here. Bobby wasn't in a clean tidy jail like you were this past weekend. He went through two years of the worst physical torture that you could possibly think of during his imprisonment. He was submerged in human sewage, he was beaten and wrapped in barbed wire. They fucked with his mind every day for two whole years. That's what I'm talking about." Denise said, tears in her eyes. "Bobby went through that? I didn't know." June said, thoughtfully. "What do you possibly think made a man do that to his thirteen year old sister? It damn sure wasn't for pleasure." Denise said. "Why did he do it?" June asked. "Because in his twisted up psyche when he first returned, he thought he *had* to." Denise said. "Why would he think that?" June asked, still not comprehending. "I guess the only way for you to understand why we are trying to help both of them, is to explain how it all happened.... When Bobby was in prison, he somehow got fixated on an image of Andrea. The image of her in his mind helped him survive. A picture of her innocence and purity. The greatest *opposite* of what he was going through. His only thought to get back to that innocence and purity. But he was fighting for his life and sanity every day of his existence. His only thought to survive and get bac k to her. Then it got twisted up by his torture. His thoughts shifted to not only getting back, but to get back and protect that innocence and purity from the world. His world. The way you protected against that world, was to teach one how to survive it. But it wasn't our world. It was the hell he was living. That was his world. So to protect Andrea against the world, he had to show her how to survive. Not our world, where survival is getting a job and learning how to deal with credit cards, but his wor ld, where survival meant either ignoring shit in your food or starving to death. And that's just what he taught her. Not that it's what I would choose for her, but Andrea is one hell of an emotionally strong young woman. Because of what Bobby taught her. Bobby realized what he'd done before too long. Then what? Say I'm sorry, I didn't realize that wasn't something you needed to learn? No, that would have left Andrea a shattered young woman. She would have suffered from years of phobias and trauma. Instea d he did his best to try to mend the damage he had done. He set Andrea on a quest for a *new master*, a *woman*. Because he knew that she would never find the understanding and help she needed from a man. Andrea affixed that status to *me*. It was me who figured out why Andrea was the way she is... or was. She's already changed considerably. She's getting better. A lot better. Bobby's getting better too. They are both going to get the counseling they need to deal with this. Given time they will be whole , constructive human beings, living productive, healthy, happy lives. Turning them into the law now isn't going to accomplish that. At best it's going to put Bobby into prison because he was put into a position he didn't have any choice over, got capture d and tortured and his mind warped. That's not going to heal him. It's not going to make anything alright. Nothing but your pious little sense of order." Denise said, tears streaming down her cheeks. June was weeping too. Denise's last comment had cut her like a knife. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." she cried. "You didn't give us much chance to explain. You heard a word you took offense to and ignored us from then on out." Betty said. June kind of nodded. "And Cindy?" she asked. "Cindy was a victim of Andrea before she knew what *she* was doing. By extension, she was a victim of those who tortured Bobby. Bobby passed it on to Andrea, Andrea passed it on to Cindy. The same techniques down the line, until we stopped it. This all s tarted when I saw Cindy draw her hand across Andrea's ass in the locker room. I called them in and told them to be more discrete. Andrea took it as a personal affront from me. A challenge. She made Cindy kiss her and expose herself to me in my office. I kicked Andrea out of my class for a week and talked to Cindy. I gave her the name of a book about torture for her to get in the library. That made her see just exactly what Andrea was doing to her. She took it harder than I thought she would. That's when she tried to take her life. For whatever the reason, Cindy was now into women. When she broke up with Andrea, she realized she didn't have too many options for love. None, basically, or she so thought. Her mother figured that out and *asked* me to spend some time with her. You know the rest. Or pretty much. Over that week... Cindy and I *fell in love* with each other. We are lifetime mates. It's not me just fucking a young girl. I love her with all my heart. I intend to spend the rest of my life loving her. Andrea too. Earlier that night when you came over we saw a major transition in her. She realized just what she'd done to Cindy. I mean really realized it. Cindy agreed to be part of Andrea's therapy. The counselor knew all about it. I've been working clo sely with her all along. Since the first incident with Andrea and Cindy. That night, we all became *a family*. That's why I invited you there. I thought you were going to be a part of that family. I was wrong. My mistake." Denise said, looking out the window. "I didn't know any of this!" June cried. "You never gave us much chance to explain it. .... So now you do know. Where do we go from here?" Betty asked. "I'll withdraw my charges. I won't bother you any more." June said, weeping. "I don't know how much good that will do at this point. But it's a start. We'll drop our charges against you. Maybe it will all go away... I don't know." Denise said, still looking out the window. "Why wouldn't my withdrawing my charges be enough?" June asked. "Because you are a person in a highly visible position. You made some very serious accusations against us. Even if just to cover their own butts if it was true, the law has to check them out. I don't know if they're going to give it up because you do." D enise said. "I don't understand." June said. "They've had *us* under surveillance since the morning after you got carted off to jail." Betty said. Denise shot her a look, telling her not to give June any more details. "They're watching you? How do you know?" she asked. "We've seen them tailing us. Same guys, same cars. They tailed us into work this morning, the same cars are out in the parking lot at this moment. Right down there." Denise said. "I'm sorry... What can I do?" June asked. "Just drop your charges and leave us alone. That's all you can do at this point." Denise said, half angry. "Alright, I'll do that... I'm sorry... And I do remember." June said. Denise just nodded, and went back to looking out the window. Betty called her lawyer back in. "Ms. Benito has agreed to retract all her charges against us in exchange for us dropping all ours against her. In addition she has agreed to stay away from us. That's a bit tough to do at school, but away from there, she will not approach my property and will do her best to avoid us all together. Have her sign an agreement to that effect. If she breaks it, give her both barrels." Betty instructed her lawyer. She took Denise by the arm and they left. June turned to the lawyer. "Look, I want to make it as right as I possibly can for them. I will happily sign the agreement. In addition, can you file a deposition for me. Saying that I've been suffering from mental stress and hormonal imbalance? I am currently under a doctors trea tment for that." she asked. "It's not necessary, but it might help. Sure." the lawyer said, already deciding how to word it to get the most benefit for his client. -------------------------------- Betty could tell that Denise was upset. She talked her into stopping at an ice cream parlor. They hadn't been there five minutes when Jenny walked in, she spotted Denise and Betty and headed for them, smiling. "Hello. May I join you?' she asked, walking up to them. "Jenny! What a wonderful surprise. Certainly! Oh, you two haven't met. Betty Hart meet Jenny Hastings, Jenny meet Betty." Denise said, making introductions. "So wonderful to meet you Betty. Denise speaks most highly of you. I can see why, you are quite lovely." Jenny said, shaking her hand. "She speaks quite highly of you too, and most certainly partially for the same reason." Betty replied. They shared eye contact for a long moment as they shook hands. Then Betty smoothly disengaged herself. "So.... Jenny. What brings you in here?" Denise asked, watching the exchange between two of her dearest loves. "I was thinking of a banana split or a strawberry sundae. You got me addicted to this place when we came here with Cindy that night. So it's just coincidence that I meet you here now. Just as well. I recorded those soap opera's you wanted." Jenny replied , still looking at Betty. "Great. I kind of hated to record over such educational programs, but I think it's for the best." Denise said, squeezing Jenny's hand in thanks. Jenny finally turned to her. "Yes, it was most educational. I was sorry to see them go myself. .... You never told me she was so lovely." Jenny said. "I beg your pardon?" Denise said. "Betty, you never told me she was so lovely. But knowing you, I guess I should have expected no less." Jenny said, turning back to match Betty's gaze again. Denise found herself momentarily jealous, then realized what Jenny was doing. "Actually, I did." she said, grinning. "No, you said she was a dear. Which I don't doubt for an instant. You didn't say she was adorable." Jenny said. "My mistake.... Thinking of changing sides? Or just testing the waters?" Denise asked, chuckling. Jenny seemed to come around. She looked at Denise startled a moment and then smiled. "Actually, love. I was testing a theory." she said, matching Denise's gaze now. Denise held it for a moment then let it slide. "You have learned much. I will grant you that. I can see you will be quite formidable should you be inclined to follow through." Denise said, seriously. "Thank you... So, not going to ask me exactly what the test was?" Jenny asked. "MMmm nope. You were either testing Me, Betty, yourself, a technique or all or a combination of them." Denise said. "What would I be testing you over?" Jenny asked. "Whether or not I would; A: get jealous over your obvious interest in Betty while seemingly ignoring me, or B: if I'd show it if I did." Denise said. "And what would I be testing Betty over? I just met her." Jenny asked. "Oh, lets see. One, how devoted she actually is to me. If so that's a bad test as her devotion to me does not preclude other relationships. Secondly, you may just be curious about her as you know how much she means to me. Third you may feel an honest att raction to her and are just pursuing it." Denise said. "And what would I be testing myself over?" Jenny asked. "One, whether you had the actual ability to attract another woman romantically. Which I could have easily answered yes to. Two, you may actually be considering a change of sides but would prefer it to be with someone other than me as we know each other so well and you might fear an intimate relationship with me would be either too daunting or may interfere with our friendship. Or three, you may be unsure of exactly how you feel and are testing yourself to see." Denise replied. Jenny smiled at her. "Very good. And which do you think it is?" she asked. "At the moment, you are testing me; whatever powers of observation I may have. But I think mostly you are just having fun, shrink style." Denise chuckled. "Isn't she just adorable?" Jenny asked, turning to Betty. "Yes, I've thought so as long as we've been associated." Betty said, smiling. "So which is it?' Denise asked. Jenny suddenly looked baffled. "Gosh, such hard questions you ask. I'm not certain I know myself. I was having fun of course, as you say, but I don't know if that's really an answer as you can have fun while doing some serious stuff. I do think the Betty is genuinely lovely. Knowing her inclination from her relationship with you makes her somehow even more attractive to me, so I guess I am probably developing a real interest in pursuing such inclinations myself. Which says much about you, as I would have sworn I was adamantly hetero. You are correct in your assertion that I may find a relationship with you daunting because of our long term friendship, but should I choose to fully investigate that side of things, then I would still chose you, for no other reason than that I trust you explicitly. You could have easily taken advantage of me many, many times and you simply have not done it. Should I suddenly chose to change my mind, you would make it easier for me. You would go out of your way to see me safely back to the other side. I *was* curious if you would *show* jealousy. Not if you'd feel it. Everybody would feel it. You handled it exceptionally well. There was only a barely perceptible moment there before you reigned it in, most people would never have been aware of it. I on ly was because I know you well and was looking for it. And lastly, I was having fun. You gave me a new toy when you taught me about eye contact. Fact is I've been dying to try it out, but I can't very well do that with my patients. So Betty was a target of opportunity, if you will. I don't know that I was ve ry successful at it though." Jenny replied. "You were more successful than I think you are aware of. I certainly felt an internal lurch in your direction. You are most welcome to practice on me anytime you'd like. I found it most pleasurable." Betty said, returning Jenny's look. Jenny grinned broadly. "You two are such a joy to be around. I hardly need the added pleasure of a strawberry sundae. But I'm going to have one anyway." she said. "I'm sticking to the richest peppermint candy malt on the planet, myself." Betty said. "Now Jenny's got me feeling all exotic and adventuresome. I'm going for a banana split with pistachio, starlight mint, and fresh cherry ice creams, topped with marshmallow sauce, shaved hazel nuts and maraschino cherry's." Denise said, looking at the men u. "Well, you just exotic yourself to your heart's content with Jenny. I need to get mine to go anyway or I'm gonna be late for my run with Bobby." Betty said, flagging a waitress. "Run with Bobby?" Jenny asked. "Yes, we have much to catch up on, love." Denise giggled. "Has he spoken?" Jenny asked. "Not to me, yet. To Betty. He sent me an E-mail message, but a question about computer programming. I answered it simply and left the door open." Denise said. "Outstanding! You get an *A+* for psychotherapy. I wish I could do a paper on this. I may do one anyway to be published posthumously to the parties involved." Jenny bubbled. "Twarent me. Twas dis lovely critter here." Denise said, nodding to Betty, "Her and Andrea cooked up a plan that seems to be working. I had nothing to do with it." she said. "Only discovered the root, pointed the direction and inspired the whole thing." Betty teased. The waitress finally got away from a demanding table full of teenagers and made her way to their table. The women placed their orders. Jenny asking all be put on one ticket to be presented to her. Denise and Betty began to protest, but Jenny shooed the w aitress away. "You let me pay you eighty dollars an hour for my consultations with you and you can buy me all the ice cream you wish. As you don't, it's my turn." Jenny said. "So how is the long-term seduction coming along?" Betty asked. "I think I got put on hold by June. Other than cryptic calls late at night I haven't heard much from my seductress." Jenny chuckled. "Actually, I thought it best not to involve you any further with this. I certainly didn't loose my interest in seducing you." Denise said. "Nor I in being seduced. I'm content to be on hold, just don't forget that I'm out there." Jenny said. Two men came in and sat in a booth not far away. Betty nodded to Denise and mouthed the word "tail". Denise nodded. Jenny looked puzzled. Denise took out a pen and wrote out a warning on a napkin and slid it to Jenny. "So how is the psychology business anyway?" she asked. "Couldn't be better. People are flat crazy. Bad trend though; people are accepting crazy as a part of life rather than thinking in terms of treatment. If that keeps up, then I'm out of a job." Jenny chuckled, after having read the warning. "Yes, a friend of ours just had a bout of it. Hormonal based I think. Maybe a symptom of early menopause. She went *full goose bozo* for a while there. I think she's been getting medical treatment, but this weekend she really weirded out. We found her i n the back yard stalking us with a camera for some reason. We told her to go home and the next thing we know she shows up at the door with the sheriff. Making all kinds of wild accusations about Betty and I being lesbians and chasing some of our students around in the buff. Then she says one of the students is boffing her brother and that we are somehow connected to that. So what do you make of that?" Denise asked. "Sounds like she needs treatment, but I'm the wrong person. I don't do chemical or physical based mental illness, just psychological disorders. ... I like that term of yours: '*full goose bozo*'. I may just use it in a paper and see what response I get t o it." Jenny chuckled. "I don't remember the exact source I got that from. It was probably from one of three places; Firesign Theater, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention or a book called *Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas*." Denise mused. "Now I know where you got your sense of humor from. That explains a lot." Betty giggled. "Which one?" Denise asked. "All of them." Betty chuckled. The waitress returned with their order, apologizing for the delay. "No problem." Denise said. "I've got to run or I'm going to be late. I don't know how Bobby would handle that. If his dinner isn't on the table exactly on time he won't eat it." Betty said. "Is there an implied wish hidden in that statement?" Denise chuckled. Betty blushed and giggled, taking her malt as she stood. "Definitely Zappa influence.... You may well be right." she giggled, "It was very nice meeting you Jenny, perhaps we will meet again." she said, shaking Jenny's hand firmly. "Yes, it was nice meeting you too. Good luck with Bobby." Jenny said. "See you later at home, Denise." Betty said. "Yes, my turn to cook. So take your time. Maybe you can get him to talk to you." Denise said. "Don't I wish. Well, gotta run. Bye now." Betty said, rushing off. One of the men who had come in whispered something to his partner and slipped out. "That looks good. What made you think of that combination?" Jenny asked, digging into her sundae. "Don't know. Just sounded good. I love pistachios, then the starlight mint, the fresh cherry seemed to jump off the page at me. The bananas I would have done anyway as they are my potassium fix so I don't get charley horses." Denise said, digging in. "So, bananas with your decadence so you don't get cramps from running it off?" Jenny chuckled. Denise giggled and nodded. They didn't talk for a while as they pigged out. When they started to slow up the conversation picked up. "So, you and Betty share cooking?" Jenny asked. "Yeah, we alternate pretty much. She's pretty easy to get along with sharing a house. I was a bit worried about it when I first moved in there. I'm kind of particular about my things, but she's been real good about observing my privacy. She never leaves a mess in the bath or kitchen, even though it's her house. It sure helped my budget too. I got a lot of room to set up my computer and stuff. She's started work on an extension to the house to give us more bedrooms so we don't have to double up when we h ave guests over." Denise said. "I'd quite like to see it sometime." Jenny said. "Why not tonight? You could stay for dinner if Jake wouldn't mind." Denise asked. "No, he wouldn't mind. Actually he's out of town at some pharmacology convention. I think that's a hoot. All these folks get together and talk about drugs and dependence all day and all get bombed on alcohol every evening." Jenny chuckled. "That is funny. So you can keep me company while I cook dinner. Then I can show you my new computer. Sucker really smokes." Denise said. "If you say so. Actually, I need a new one for the office. Just to keep patient records and take care of what little billing I get to do." Jenny said. "Have I got a deal for you. My old system would be perfect for that. It's not slow, it's just not a screamer like my new one. You can look at it when you come over." Denise said. "Great.... Ull... I'm just about stuffed. How can you eat all that and still stay that slim?" Jenny asked. "Cause I run my ass off every Saturday in the park and every day at school chasing kids who don't know what middle age and fatigue means around the gym." Denise chuckled. "How's that working out, you teaching gym I mean?" Jenny asked. "Better than I expected. I'd still rather be teaching something else. I start teaching computer classes next quarter, so that will help. I don't know.... it's had it's rewards at times. I kind of surprised myself that I was a better jock than I thought. Betty's been a real help to me. She showed me the ropes from the start.... so to speak. Actually, I showed her the ropes... I taught her how to *climb* one. All of our students too. But she showed me all about how to handle the girls. They would have probably taken real advantage of me otherwise." Denise mused. "I can't imagine that. You seem like you'd be a great teacher." Jenny said. "Thank you, but it is my rookie year. I didn't realize just how sneaky kids could be. But if you think about how sneaky *you* were as a kid and then multiply it by two-hundred-forty, that's what I face every day. I'm just not that smart. Betty's been dea ling with it longer. That's another reason I accepted her offer to share expenses. I can extract her expertise innocently over dinner." Denise chuckled, finishing up her split. She took a drink of water to clear her throat. "Wish they served coffee here. But somehow that seems like an adult thing and the ice cream a kid type thing." Denise mused. "I've never understood that myself. Coffee goes so well with ice cream. I could use some, I'm getting lethargic from the sundae." Jenny said. "Well, lets go back to my place and I'll make us some. Unless you need to go home for some reason first?" Denise asked, yawning. "No, not with Jake gone. Stop that, it's catching enough. If I went home I'd just lay down and fall asleep. Lets go get that coffee. You can show me the house and the expansion plans. We can talk about old times over dinner." Jenny said. Denise reached for the tab, but Jenny snatched it out from her grasp. "No, my treat. You can pay for the coffee." she said, chuckling. They stood and Denise dug for the tip at least. Jenny let her do that. She paid their tab and they left. Denise palmed the napkin she'd written the message to Jenny on. Jenny following her car to Betty's. Being followed by the second detective. Denise keyed the gate a block away and pulled in, she tagged it again after Jenny pulled in. She saw their tail pull on by. Knowing that he would turn around down the road and stage his van looking at the house through a small gap in the hedge. Denise opened her laptop and keyed the entry code to the house before she unlocked the door and stepped inside with Jenny on her heels. She closed the door and put her finger to her lips. Jenny nodded. Denise set down her laptop and pulled Jenny into her arms. Their kiss was warm and long. Jenny smiled at her afterwards. Jenny allowed herself to be led to the kitchen. Denise built them coffee and then gave Jenny the tour as it dripped. Inside the terrarium she pulled her into her arms and kissed her again. "I'm sorry about all this, love. They've been watching us since the day after June's fiasco. The plastic on the windows helps mute the sound, but not kill it entirely. So we only talk about really important stuff in the inside rooms." Denise said. Jenny hugged her to her for a long while. Denise hugging back. Jenny's hands descended to her ass and pulled her hard into her pelvis. "Mmm Decided that six months is too long?" Denise asked. "Six minutes is too long, but no. Just letting you know that you are desirable. You seem to need it at the moment." Jenny said, softly kneading her cheeks. "You always did know me pretty well." Denise said, a bit teary eyed, clinging to her. "Denise, you can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders all the time and not have it affect you. I know how stressful this June thing must be for you." Jenny said. "Yes, it is. Normally Betty and I take our stress release in each other. I expect her to be hungry when she gets back from her run with Bobby." Denise said, enjoying the feel of Jenny's hands upon her backside. "I assume you are not talking about food." Jenny said, finally releasing her. "No." Denise chuckled. "Well, lets have that coffee. Then pick a spot where we can cuddle together and talk while we drink it." Jenny said, moving to kiss her once again. The kiss was warm and tender. Denise found herself trembling a bit. "Careful, my love. I'm a bit vulnerable right now. That six minute estimate is probably close to what I feel right now." she said, huskily. "Oh well." Jenny chuckled, moving to kiss her again. Denise found tears pouring from her eyes as she hungrily kissed Jenny back, finally she pulled herself away. "No, love. This is not how you wished it! Come, lets get that coffee." she said. "How I wish it, is any way you wish it. I am yours for the taking." Jenny said, huskily. Denise looked at her a moment. "Then it is *really* not how *I* wish it. If I am to take you, I wish it to be as special as you are to me. Come on, let me get dinner started and then we can talk." she said, squeezing Jenny's hand. Jenny smiled at her, but followed her back to the kitchen without comment. Denise poured them some coffee, then put on Alex De Grassi's *Southern Exposure* CD for background noise and masking noise. "That should muddle their ears enough for us to chat a bit." Denise said, starting dinner. Jenny sat sipping her coffee while she watched Denise work. Denise slipped out and brought back the plans for the addition for Jenny to look at while she cooked. She pointed out who's rooms were who's before returning to her task. She got the casserole i nto the oven and then led Jenny over by the fire. Lighting it with a long match. Finally she sat back next to Jenny and lay her head in her lap. "Bobby talked to Betty last week. He say's he'll talk to me..." Denise began. Jenny let her talk. She talked for a long time, basically bringing Jenny up to date on all that had transpired. Including Andrea's breakthrough the previous weekend and Betty's offer to them all. Jenny was contemplative. She softly caressed Denise's hair as she listened, sipping her coffee from time to time. Finally Denise ran down. She felt better... almost. "And now my love. Tell me of you. What is this all about?" Denise asked. "All what?" Jenny asked. "You know damn well what. You've been downright dripping in your jeans since we met at the ice cream parlor. This is not like you. Now what gives?" Denise asked. Jenny sighed heavily. She touched Denise's face softly and bent and kissed her forehead. "Something that you and Cindy and Andrea have all said to me suddenly made sense." she said, softly. "And what was that?" Denise asked, sitting up and changing her position. She leaned back and put her feet up on the fireplace, kicking off her shoes. Jenny sort of turned in her seat to face her, kicking off her own shoes and tucking her feet up under her. She sipped at her coffee then replied. "That you can love more than just one person, at the same time." she said, softly. "So what are you saying?" Denise asked. "I am saying..... That.... I.... love.... you." Jenny said, looking at her. "I love you too. What about Jake?" Denise asked. "Jake is a wonderful, loving, caring man. I love him with all my heart. He's the other one I love at the same time." Jenny replied, tears forming in her eyes. "And how does he feel about this? Have you talked to him about it?" Denise asked. "Yes.... He showed just how wonderful and loving he really is. He told me he didn't mind. That I should follow my heart." Jenny said. "And what does your heart tell you about what he *really* feels?" Denise asked, pointedly. Jenny half smiled at her over the question. "You would have made an outstanding therapist." she said. "Thank you, you are avoiding the question." Denise said. "As I said.... Alright. I wouldn't cut you any slack and I guess I shouldn't expect any back.... My heart... Says that he really loves me. Enough so that he will do whatever it takes to keep me. He doesn't like it, or understand it. But he will tolerate it." Jenny said, a bit misty eyed. "Is that what you really want? Knowing that is going to introduce contention down the road?" Denise asked. "Of course not. I want him to understand... I want you to understand. I like my life the way it is. I don't want it to change. .... but I want you as well." Jenny said, softly. "It may not be doable. There may not be a way in which you can have both." Denise said. "I know... But I have to do something. I don't know if you know just how formidable you really are. I didn't realize it myself until recently.... When I started the record over, first I watched the tapes to learn as much as I could from them. I was hone stly doing my job. But I learned more from them than I was prepared to deal with. There was one scene on one of the tapes. You are nude on your bed. You turn for a moment and your legs open to the camera. I made a copy of just that scene. Andrea is out o f the frame. Just you in your magnificence, nude upon the bed. I found myself watching that scene over and over again. I found myself masturbating to it.... and liking it. Finally it occurred to me what I was doing. I was making myself realize just what I feel for you. I wasn't ready for just how much I do. Once I realized that, I realized how long I've felt that way. Since the first moment I met you years ago. When you were a tearful broken woman who's whole world had shattered around her. A woman whom I watched pick herself up and face the world again. A woman whom I'm so damn proud of I could bust at times. I've been fighting this all along. It's been getting harder and harder as we've seen more of each other recently. But even when we didn't see each other for years... You were still with me. Haunting me. I'd find myself thinking of you and smiling. Sometimes I'd get a patient who was abused by someone. I'd think of you. I'd get a patient who was trying to deal with their homosexual inclinations, I'd think of you. I'd get a patient who was gloriously happy about a certain aspect of their life and I' d think of you. I'd see a stunning woman, and I'd think of you. I'd make love with Jake..... and I'd think of you. I'd push it aside and dismiss it as me just being proud that one of my patients actually recovered and returned to a self-sufficient happy life. Not that I haven't had others. God, I'd give it up if I wasn't even mostly successful. But you have always so rt of epitomized to me just how low a person can feel and still recover to a healthy, happy existence. When the Crowther's called me and told me that you had recommended me, my heart leap with the hope I would get to see you again. I was *proud* that you had recommended me. Then when Cindy tried to take her life just the next week... I felt that I'd let * you* down. That I'd let her down. That I'd let myself and everything I had lived for down." Jenny said, weeping softly. "Jenny, there is no way that you could have known what she was going through. You just barely had a get aquatinted meeting with her before she did that. I damn sure didn't know it, and I knew a lot more about her than you did. I never held you responsibl e for that for a single instant. The thought never crossed my mind." Denise said. "Please... let me finish... " Jenny cried. "Alright..." Denise said. "You stepped in and did my job for me. And you did it *better* than I ever had a dream of doing it! For a time I was *resentful* of that. I'd lost all perspective. The perspective that the patient is the most important thing. Not who or what the treatment is that works. The patients happiness is tantamount. That's when I realized I was jealous of you. Of the way you could make people love you just by being kind and understanding to them. Oh, I still tried to do my job as best I could. I gave you honest answers to your questions. I searched myself for the be st opinions I could offer you in any given situation. But mostly you were decades ahead of me in your understanding of situations. In your understanding of people. That's when I hit upon the idea of learning from you. Of having you seduce me while I studied your technique. Fact is that I learned a lot from what little you showed me. It did make me a better counselor. If for no other reason than it gave me my perspe ctive back. But there was more to it than that. It gave me insight into many of my patients who had been victims of seduction from people who don't have your ethics. It let me see how they must have felt going in. It helped me help them see that it wasn' t their fault they were victims. With that, whatever jealousy I may have felt for you went back where it belonged, which is non-existent. I still envy you your natural perception, but I am no longer jealous of it. The other thing the slow seduction did.... was make me realize how vulnerable I had become to you. You made that abundantly clear with that first kiss. I don't know if I was arrogant enough to think it wouldn't affect me, or if I really was just tricking myself into a position where I would have no choice but to face that it would affect me. But affect me it did. You've hardly left my mind for an instant since then. That's how I happened to talk to Jake about you. He walked in on me while I was watching that scene. I could hardly deny my attraction as I was in the middle of an orgasm when he walked in. It wasn't a small one either. He sat down and waited for me to c ool off and then simply asked if I wanted to talk about it. He wasn't angry, he wasn't hurt, he honestly wanted to understand. At first, I didn't know what to tell him. I was embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior. But he wasn't going to cut me any slack either. He asked me very simply what I would think if I walked in on him doing the same thing to a picture of an old friend. T hat's when it all became clear to me. When I viewed myself from the doctors perspective. I told him that I was in love with you. That I had been for years and years. That I had never let myself face it before. I could see the hurt in his eyes. He didn't understand. That's when those words that you and the girls came back to me. I told them to him. I told him that I adored him, that I respected him and trusted him. That I loved him platonically, physically, I loved talking to him, living with him, making love with him and I never *ever* wanted to lose that. But that I still loved you.... and that I probably always would. I told him that I wanted to make love with you. That's when he told me to follow my heart. That he would stand behind whatever I decided. That what he cared about was my happiness, and if I wasn't going to be happy until I made love with you, that I'd better get on with it. That's why he left to go to this convention. He wasn't going to go originally, but he decided I needed some space to figure things out for myself. I don't need space. I need *you*. I tried calling over here earlier. You were out. It was just chance that I happened to spot your car at the ice cream parlor. When I walked in and spotted you. I felt a bunch of things all at once. I felt an immediate sexual attraction to you. I felt relieved that I had finally faced my feelings. I felt fear also. As I saw how lovely Betty really is. I didn't know how I could e ver compete with that loveliness. What I did, was let my ego go wild. I did what you saw. I tried to make Betty want *me*. As if somehow if I could make her want me, then you would still want me. God, Denise, you make me feel like I'm in junior high again. I feel like a catty young girl playing mating games. A single smile from you and I quiver inside. A touch and I just melt. A kiss and my insides turn to jelly. So, in other words, babe; I've got it bad for you. It ain't gonna go away. I'm not fooling myself any more. Either you take me as a lover, or you take me as a patient for some of your outstanding intuitive therapy." Jenny concluded, tears pouring down he r cheeks. Denise had tears running down her cheeks too. She set her coffee aside and then Jenny's. Jenny looked at her fearfully, not knowing what to expect. Denise simply picked her up and moved her onto her lap. Suddenly Jenny found herself hugging Denise with all her might as she sobbed big tearing sobs. Denise held her tightly and let her sob herself out. Softly kissing her forehead and cheek. "It's okay, baby." Denise softly cooed to her. After a time Jenny was calmer, but she still clung to Denise. "I'm sorry. I'm being selfish. This isn't really the time to be dumping this on you." Jenny said, tearfully. In reply Denise took her head in her hands and kissed her tenderly. Jenny didn't fight it. She couldn't have begun to. She found her hand moving to Denise's breast and cupping it as they kissed. "No, you are not being selfish. You have waited years for me, as I have for you. At this point neither of us has the strength to say no to the other one. But I do wish it to be very special for you. I can't do that right now with the law looking over my shoulder. So we will just have to wait a bit longer until this all blows over. And then I promise you that I will be as gentle as a snowflake with you. Okay?" Denise asked. "Okay... I don't know if I can wait that long. It feels like I'm just about to explode. But I'll try." Jenny said, hugging her tightly. "Well, darling. If you wish release from that, I can certainly supply you with an orgasm easily enough. With just a kiss and a touch. Right now I would say your trigger is about as sensitive as they come." Denise chuckled. "I know better than to doubt you, I have certainly learned my lesson about that. But I do not understand what you mean." Jenny said. "Just listen to my voice, my love. Now I am going to make you feel very good. Look into my eyes. That's it... just see what you wish to see. A woman who loves you very deeply. Now I am going to touch you atop your womanhood. You will feel the warmth of m y hand through your clothes. You will feel the pressure pushing inwards from the outside to match the pressure you feel from the inside. When you feel they are equal, you will feel a release of the pressure you feel inside as I kiss you." Denise cooed at her. Jenny found herself entranced with Denise's eyes. She felt her hand touch her lightly in the crotch of her pants. She felt the warmth of the touch and it was like she melted inside. Then the hand was pushing inwards against her. It pushed harder and hard er until she felt it was equal to what she felt inside. Her breath came heavy in her lungs and her face felt flushed and hot. She was aware of Denise moving ever so slowly to kiss her, almost as if she were watching a slow motion movie. She felt a feelin g welling up inside her like she had never felt before. At the last instant her eyes closed and then she felt Denise's lips upon hers. A single stroke between her legs and her orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave. She lifted her hips up off Denise's l ap as the deep moan of pleasure escaped her lips and through her nose. Still Denise kissed her and held her tightly to her as the convulsion wracked her body. And then suddenly she was still again, still kissing, but now floating in a blissful limbo of e ndorphins. There were tears of joy within her eyes as she felt her love for Denise fulfilled. Denise ever so slowly and tenderly completed the kiss. Finally she slid her lips softly off Jenny's and held her panting body tenderly against her. "Feel better?" Denise asked softly. Jenny moved her mouth a few times like a fish out of water. Finally she gasped a breath. "How did you do that?" she gasped. "I think that desire and passion are the strongest aphrodisiacs on the planet. But you are a psychologist. You tell me what I did." Denise said. Jenny was silent for a moment. "You tricked me." she said. "Did I? The orgasm was real enough was it not?" Denise asked. Jenny giggled and nodded. "Yes.... You still tricked me. And I'm grateful to you for it. Yes, I do feel better." she said. "So what did I do to trick you?" Denise asked. "You used my belief in you, my passion and my desire to make me believe you could give me an orgasm from simply a touch and a kiss. I believed it would happen, so it did." Jenny said. "Ah, but is that a trick? See, I believed it would happen too. I *knew* it would happen. You did too. It did happen, so we were both correct in our belief. Now why we believed it would be that way, isn't important. That it worked is. I told you I would do that to you, you believed me, I did it, now you feel better. No trick involved. What was involved was faith, passion. and desire. Using those same tools, I was able to give Cindy an orgasm from eye contact alone. Both of us orgasmed from nipple contact alone a bit later. Now all that may have been just a trick, but it was a damned effective one. Just as it just was on you. My point being that you can intellectualize a pleasurable experience right out of existence. Now you just experienced an orgasm that logic says it should have been a lot harder to induce. But you felt it. Logic was wrong in that case. And I am a firm bel iever in logic. In science I am able to do much with logic. In love, I am able to do much by chucking logic right out the window. It works well. It works well enough *I know I* could do it again." Denise said, placing her hand back over Jenny's crotch. Jenny looked at her and quivered a bit. Denise held her firmly in her spell. She knew it would work too. She wasn't a bit surprised when it did. Afterwards Denise kissed her tenderly as she snuggled blissfully against her. "Alright. You had a reason for showing me that." Jenny said, thoughtfully. Denise smiled at her. She kissed her softly and set her back gently on the couch. She took their coffee cups with her while she went to check on the dinner. She returned with them full, handing Jenny's to her. "Of course. First off to alleviate your immediate need. And secondly. I begin now to prepare you for our time when it finally arrives." Denise said, sitting next to her again. "You really are something, you know that?" Jenny mused. "So many people have told me lately. Personally, I am just playing it by ear and hoping for the best." Denise said, almost wearily. Jenny softly touched her cheek in affection. "Come on. Show me this computer you've got, both the whiz-bang one and the sluggard you'd like to set me up with." she said. Denise guided them into the library. Now three computers lined a long desk. Denise fired up her old computer and gave Jenny a tour. Showing her how fast it pulled in documents and data. She used student grades as an example. Showing her the speed differe nce between the CD-ROM and the hard drive. Jenny was favorably impressed with the speed of the system until Denise showed her the same thing on her new system. "You shouldn't have shown me this one." Jenny chuckled. "Nope, I wanted you to see how major a difference there was in speed. There is also a very great price difference. I'm going to be paying Betty back for this one for a long time to come." Denise said, rolling her eyes. "I don't understand... Betty? Isn't she on a teachers salary too?" Jenny asked. "Oh.... I guess I didn't mention that... Yes, I did. I told you about having dinner at her folks house." Denise said. "Yes, you said it was quite elegant and opulent. I had assumed they were well to do from your description." Jenny said. "Perhaps I didn't quite clarify elegant and opulent. Opulent meaning the two of them live in a house about ten times the size of this one. Elegant in that the candlestick holders are solid gold." Denise said. "Jesus.. Are you serious?" Jenny asked. "Ever hear of Hart greetings cards?" Denise chuckled. Jenny's eyes got real big and she gulped, making the connection. "She doesn't seem like that at all." she said. "If you mean that she is unpretentious, you are correct. She likes living simply. Mostly that is. Sometimes she gets a wild hair up her ass and goes on a little money binge. She tried to *give* me this system as a *little* gift. Complete with that laptop I have. That I wouldn't tolerate. I'm marketing some software through Andrea's fa thers company. The proceeds from that go first to reimburse Betty for this system. I don't have much choice about the extent of the additions she's making to the house here, as it is her money and it is her house for the time being. But before I will accept my name on the title I will be paying my portion of the over all value of the p roperty in sweat equity. That hunk of bare land out back all gets sculpted into a fabulous estate." Denise said. "Yes, well set a fair price for your old computer. I'll take it. It's plenty fast for what I need it for." Jenny said, kissing her cheek. "That it is. It was plenty fast for me, till she spoiled me with this one. I'd love to show you how it works with some pictures, but right now we have an audience." Denise said. "Audience... I thought you said they couldn't hear us very well." Jenny said. "They can't. But they can read this screen here like they were sitting in front of it. Otherwise I'd show you ..... I guess I can bring in some shots of the back yard." Denise said, doing it. Jenny watched in awe as the computer flicked through images. Denise stored a selection to disk, copied them onto tape, transferred them to her old machine and showed her the difference. "Yes, I see. A major difference in graphics speed. As I don't do much graphics work then I don't need it. .... you say they can see this picture out there?" Jenny asked. "Just like it was my monitor in front of them. They probably have a tougher time locking to it with both of them going." Denise replied. "Any way you could shield it?" Jenny asked. "Not easily. The military uses shielded models for secret work and such. They're called TEMPEST approved computers. They cost about ten times what these even do. Basically you have to put the whole monitor in a Faraday cage. Screening totally surrounding it. Then you have to look at the monitor through a screen. Not very conducive to high resolution." Denise replied. "This isn't exactly what I expected to be doing at this moment." Jenny mused. Denise looked at her a moment. "As I told Cindy once, this is who *I am*. Fact is that right now I'm throttled way back. I get downright zealous about this stuff. If we are going to share a relationship, then this is what you can expect. I don't make love twenty-four hours a day, at l east not every day. I may do that one day a month if the urge strikes me. I will undoubtedly spend a great deal of time making love with you our first time. And probably will continue to spend a lot of time doing that for a long time as I honestly desire you and have for a long time. But eventually, I am going to be back hacking at the computer. On Saturdays I run. I never miss, rain or shine. I've left lovemaking with three adorable women to do that several times before now. I am *all those things*. Sometimes I like to sit quietly and read a book. Sometimes I like to sit and snuggle and watch sappy old romantic comedies. Sometimes I like to talk technology with someone who understands what the hell I'm talking about. Sometim es I will enjoy talking psychology with you. I always have. But don't take it personal if I don't live up to your expectations of me. I'm just being me, which is all I know how to be." Denise said, seriously. "It's not going to work." Jenny said. "What? The relationship?" Denise asked, softly. "No, you trying to scare me away. You see, I like the fact that you are multi-faceted. It just makes me love you all the more." Jenny replied, kissing her cheek. Denise switched off the monitors and pulled her into a real kiss that lasted a long time. "Alright, love. Soon as our peeping toms out there go away expect to be wined and dined and properly seduced." Denise said, releasing her. Jenny grinned at her. "How will you know they are gone?" she asked. "When they quit listening and we lose our tails." Denise said. "How will you know that?" Jenny asked. "Oh, I monitor the beam they use to try to listen to us. Because of vibrations in the van where the laser is mounted, I can actually listen to them talking out there." Denise said. Jenny busted out laughing. "What?" Denise asked. "*You bugged the cops*?!" Jenny said, between gasping laughs. "Sure, piece of cake. I just tap into the beams they point at us. As long as they try to listen to us, then we can hear them." Denise replied. "Oh you are just too precious for words!" Jenny said, hugging her. ----------------------------- Betty pulled into her place just then. Seeing Jenny's car she experienced a moment's worry. Then she stopped herself. Denise had proven to her time and again that she really loved her. No matter who was in their relationship. And the fact was that she *h ad* been affected by Jenny's advances earlier. She was in fact quite gorgeous. She checked her hair and face in the mirror before going in. She found Denise and Jenny in the library, just sitting and hugging. "Well, now I've seen everything." Betty said, looking at them. "I beg your pardon. Come give me a kiss and tell me what you mean." Denise said, offering her hand to her. Betty crossed the distance in an instant and kissed her tenderly. Denise felt Jenny quiver in her lap. "Now, what I mean; Is that if I'd found you two together at all, then I would have expected you to be..... as you would say; *buck assed naked*. You must be slipping." Betty chuckled. "No, I certainly wouldn't say that was true. She's been doing her damnedest to talk me out of it. If I'd had my way we'd both be on about our tenth orgasm about now." Jenny chuckled. "Talk you out of it? Denise?" Betty asked. "Darling. As much as I love and desire this woman, *I do* have scruples. She's very much in love with a man and has been for years. My first concern in any of my relationships is their well being and continued happiness." Denise said, a bit hurt. "Forgive me love. I was teasing. I know very well about your scruples. You've got more than anybody I ever met and you adhere to them like those spandex Jeans of yours hug your buns. Welcome to our home Jenny. I hope you are staying for dinner at least, I insist in fact. You are most welcome to breakfast as well if you two decide that way." Betty said, solemnly. Jenny took her hand and pulled her down and kissed her softly. "Thank you. That means a lot to me.... I meant what I said this afternoon about you being lovely. I'd be delighted to stay to dinner... As to my staying for breakfast; Denise doesn't feel it's a good idea while you have an audience out there. .... Now, t ell me about these spandex jeans." she asked. "Well, as you are gracing us with your lovely face for dinner, why don't you come watch me while I make the side dishes to go with that wonderful casserole Denise has whipped up. Denise can go find whatever thimble she keeps them in and find her shoe hor n. I'd quite like to see them myself as I missed them the last time." Betty said, using the hand Jenny was still holding to pull her off Denise's lap. "I do believe you are trying to steal my woman." Denise chuckled. "My, she's quick." Betty chuckled back, guiding Jenny out of the room. Denise smiled after them. She knew Betty was being a dear about it. She also knew she would feel a little insecure about it as she had with Cindy and to a certain degree Andrea. She headed off to change for dinner. Jenny offered to help, but Betty wouldn't hear of it. She finally asked her to open a bottle of wine for them. Then to sit and drink a glass while she watched. "I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend to Denise.... You really mean a lot to her." Jenny said, quietly so Denise wouldn't hear. Betty looked at her in surprise. Then nodded. "I'm just a Johny come lately. You're the one who's been important to her over the years. From what she's told me you put her back together when she was quite shattered." she said. "She put herself back together. All I did was give her a few tools to help her. But she did it all herself. I don't really know what she sees in me. I didn't even face what I felt for her myself until just recently. I feel kind of ashamed of myself for dumping that on her now with all the other stress she has. But I do *know* how much *you* mean to her. You are the best thing for that stress. You are her safety valve. Her love of loves. The one who understands her and loves her for herself, whatever she may be or do. And I'm thrilled that she has you." Jenny s aid. "Thank you, but it's no chore I can assure you. As I'm sure you well know, loving Denise is just something you are compelled to do. You know, my initial attraction to her was sexual. I stepped into the gym and she was hanging from a rope up next to the thirty-five foot ceiling, talking to her students about how to climb a rope. She climbed it *seven* times that day, at my request tha t she show my students too. God, I was just dripping with desire for her. I talked her into a hot tub here to help her poor arms. When I got her here, I showed her around the house, including the library where I found you two tonight. Later in the hot tub she made mention of the books in my library. She was the first person to ever notice I read books at all. She also noticed *what* I read. I made a clumsy pass at her, which she side stepped. We talked for a while and got to know each other better. I have kind of a unique physiology. I have a very large clitoris that I've always been self conscious about. It's probably what got me started in athletics. From the time I reached puberty I got teased about it. The girls used to call me *Bob* and joke a bout my little cock. It got so I thought of myself as a guy. But I'm not a guy. Denise figured all that out and pointed out to me that the whole purpose of a clitoris is to give a woman pleasure. Nothing comes out of it. It serves no other purpose. So ha ving an oversized one made me *more* of a woman, not less of one. She was the first person who made me *feel* like a woman. Made me *proud* to be a woman. Made me *want* to be a woman. We made love... she was the first person who ever did that with me too. Before her it was just fucking. The combination of all those things were enough to hook me for life. I love her with the very depth of my soul." Betty said, misty eyed. "I think that it's wonderful that you've found each other. She needed someone special to make feel like a woman. Someone who would appreciate that she *noticed* those things. Janice was a fool. She had a heart of gold and she shit on it. Since then Denise has been burning for someone who she could show the depth of her passion to. You are the one. You compliment each other exceptionally well. I hope it lasts forever for you." Jenny said. Betty set down her spatula and turned to Jenny. She moved to her and lifted her up into an embrace and kissed her hard and long. Jenny swayed a bit on her feet when Betty released her finally. "What was that for?" Jenny asked, hoarsely. "For noticing those things about both of us. I guess it was my way of letting you know that I don't object to you and Denise loving each other as well..... At one time, I wouldn't have been able to feel that way. When my relationships were only physical, I was downright catty and jealous at times if June even looked at another woman. Now I could care less about her. But with Denise, every heart that has entered our realm has made our love for each other richer, deeper and more rewarding. That complimenting that Denise and I do for each other, is matched by Cindy and Andrea. They compliment both of us as well as each other. Now in a round about way, you compliment for Denise what Bobby does for me. I've been a bit worried about it in fact. One of the lessons that we learned with June is that things work best in even numbers. Where nobody gets left out when the others are da ncing or loving. As pleasing as it can be to have more than one person making love with you at the same time, by definition it lacks intimacy. With Bobby we would be five. With you, we would be six. A nice round number again." Betty said, returning to he r cooking. "I don't know if I will be able to fill that role. I still have a strong relationship with Jake. I don't wish to give that up." Jenny said. "That's okay... In fact I think that's grand. I'm not trying to mold you into a role. Fact is that I don't expect Bobby to be as active a member of our family -of Denise's family- as Cindy, Andrea and I. But even as a part time member you will help compl iment us. To help *balance* us. That's kind of an ironic thought; an excellent counselor balancing an emotionally very disturbed man." Betty said, chuckling a bit. Denise came down and both women turned to her and admired her hungrily. "Oh my god. You wore those to the Crowther's?" Betty gasped. "You wore those anywhere? What a wonderfully brazen woman you are." Jenny chuckled. Denise dimpled and did a slow circle for them. She heard a slight intake of breath from Jenny. "My, I could count each wonderful freckle." Jenny said, a bit hoarsely. "Thank you both. By your request, as such I'm dressed." Denise dimpled. "How much an hour would you charge me to just come to my office and just walk around dressed in those? I have several male patients that you could cheer up immensely." Jenny asked. "I'm sure she'd cure the impotent ones." Betty chuckled. "Thank you loves, but enough of that. Did you two get better aquatinted while I was changing?" Denise asked. "Yes, we had a wonderfully nice little chat." Jenny said, looking at Betty. "Yes, Yes we did. *Very* nice." Betty replied. Denise studied them curiously for a moment. "Yes..... I can see that some kind of magic has passed between you." Denise said. "What a wonderful way to put it. And yes... the magic was you." Betty said, pulling her softly in her arms. Denise found herself spellbound as Betty moved to kiss her. The kiss was warm, tender and long. Jenny felt herself flush with desire over the sight of the two women kissing that passionately so openly. It made her want to be a part of it. She realized she did want to be a part of it. Which opened a lot of hard questions for her as two of *Denise's family* were her patients. Actually, all but Betty as she had treated Denise many years before. Ethically, she was not supposed to get involved with patients. But she wasn't a typical counselor either. She worked with hard cases. She worked alone employing just someone to answer the phones when she was in session with a patient. She was not a medic al doctor. She held her doctorate in clinical psychology. She was a doctor of the mind. She did not work associated with any organization. She had a valid business license as a psychological counselor. But she was not associated with the AMA or the socie ty of clinical psychologists or SCP. As such she didn't have any creed she had to legally follow. It was instead a question of personal ethics. Which Jenny really didn't feel out of place with. Her position had very little to do with developing relations hips. At least she wasn't professionally in a position to influence the relationships. Andrea being the biggest question of ethics, and both her and Cindy on age principles. But what Jenny desired most was a relationship with Denise. She was just open to one with Betty as a part of that. Denise looked up after the kiss and found Jenny spellbound from watching it. "Thank you Betty, that was magical. We seem to have an admirer." she said. Betty looked over at Jenny, who suddenly blushed red and looked away. Denise kissed Betty quick and then moved to Jenny, who found herself moving into her arms. "You are most welcome to look. I find it sexy to be watched by those I love." she said, moving to find Jenny's lips. Jenny moaned softly a bit during the kiss. Finally Denise released her, guiding her back into her seat. "Now that the hello's are said, I guess it's on to dinner." Denise said. She got the casserole out of the oven and placed it on a wire rack on the table. "Not a very formal night. Just a vegetable and ground beef casserole that Betty quite likes me to make for some reason." she said. "It was our first candle lit meal together, only you cook it better than mine that we had that night." Betty said. "It sounds wonderful. It smells wonderful too." Jenny said. Denise got out three place settings and the plates. Setting them up in three places. Betty moved the side dishes to the table and chose the seat opposite Jenny. "Dear heart. I do not wish to usurp the throne. Your place is at the head of the table. This is still your house." Denise said. "My darling Denise. It is *you* that we all worship and adore the most. You are the undisputed matriarch of this clan. Whenever we have company, *your* place is at the head of the table. Besides, I quite like the view from here, thank you." Betty said, l ooking across at Jenny. "Okay, thank you. I'll just put on some nice dinner music. Julian Bream alright?" Denise asked. "Mm yes." Betty replied. "Who's that?" Jenny asked. "Oh Jenny. Have I been lax on your education. He was one of Segovia's prized pupils. Maybe his best. He plays outstanding classical guitar." Denise said, moving to put the CD on. The thought struck her on what to get Betty for Christmas; a fifty or a hundred disk CD changer with a remote control. Denise came back and joined the others at the table. "Please, dig in." she said, as the others had waited for her. They all dished out their plates and started eating. "This is actually very good. I'll bet Jake would like this. Can I have the recipe?" Jenny asked. "Sure, I've got it on disk. I'll print it out before you go." Denise said. "So you've decided to send me away, huh?" Jenny chuckled. "Sorry, hon. It's certainly not for lack of desire. But you spending the night would undoubtedly cause suspicion in our little peeping toms. That would only prolong the wait till you could safely stay all night more often." Denise said. "I know, I was teasing, love." Jenny said. "How's your legs? You could run with us on Saturday." Betty asked. "Gosh, a girl just wants to get seduced and you want her to work for it huh? Okay, I'm game. I don't doubt I could use the exercise." Jenny said. "You know, you are as big a flirt as I ever was." Denise giggled. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." Jenny replied, enjoying her meal. "I think she's adorable." Betty said. "That would be my assessment of you also." Jenny replied. "Okay, we all want each others presence in our love life. So what else should we talk about?" Denise asked. "I want to hear the whole story of exactly how you two got together. >From incept." Jenny asked. "Oooh, gosh. I guess it all started when I saw Cindy drag her hand over Andrea's ass....." Denise began. Over the meal Denise told her pretty much the whole story, supplemented by comments from Betty. Jenny listened enraptured and asked questions whenever she didn't follow something. "I think that's all very romantic." Jenny said, after the story was done. "Okay, now I want to hear the same thing about you two." Betty asked. "Ooh, yuk. Not good dinner conversation." Denise said. "We need not cover what you went through or why. I'll take it. I got a call from a friend at the hospital. They had just brought Denise in and she was in very rough shape.... " Jenny began. She told Betty of their initial meeting and how they had grown to be friends over several counseling sessions, beginning in the hospital. "......... And then she went away. I didn't hear from her again until I got a call from the Crowther's saying that Denise had recommended me for Cindy.... I kind of mucked that one up." Jenny said, completing the story. "I thought you'd had your fill of me. You told me yourself I didn't need your counseling any more. You said to give you a call if I ever needed to talk about anything or had any more problems. But you did such a good job that I really didn't feel the nee d. Besides.... You were getting to me. It was becoming harder for me to control my desire for you. At the time you were quite happy with Jake and showed not the slightest hint of any inclination in my direction. So... the only valid reason to call you was our friendship, which I admit being guilty over not supporting. But neither of us did. Now, as to Cindy. I didn't realize you were so successful that you usually cure somebody totally in the first thirty minute get aquatinted session." Denise said. Jenny looked at her and chuckled. "No... I'm not that successful yet. But I should have been aware it was more serious at the moment I talked to her than I thought it was. Maybe I could have said something to divert her action.... Now, as far as me keeping up my end of the friendship, you moved away from your folks place. That was the only number I had for you. They didn't have your new number and didn't seem much interested in getting it again." Jenny said. "Would you two pick one subject at a time, I'm getting seasick. Okay, drop the Cindy part. You wished you could have done more, nobody faults you for what you did do. You've done wonders since then. She's alright, done, deal. Now... Why didn't your folks know where you were at, Denise? You've hardly told me word one about them." Betty said. "My folks and I parted ways because they were ashamed of the fact that I was a victim. They basically deserted me when I needed them most. So I moved out to my own apartment and saw to my own needs. They tried to patch things up again when I graduated an d I told them to fuck off. The only way they knew to find me there was that the school sent them a graduation invitation." Denise said, sparkly eyed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Betty said. "Of course you didn't. I never told you. Cindy's the only one I ever mentioned it to. In example of how great her parents were in comparison." Denise said. "Have you ever seen them again?" Jenny asked. "A time or two. We don't have a whole lot in common. My mother thinks I'm a perverted sinner for letting myself become a victim. I don't have much use for that. My father doesn't seem to care either way. So I don't see any point in any continued relation ship. The last time I saw them they were pretty much the same. That was about a year ago. Right after I got my masters. I stopped by to try to talk to them and my mother asked me if I'd come to apologize to them. So I told them to fuck off again and we'v e happily gone our separate ways." Denise said. "I don't know that it's happily. But I accept that it sounds pretty dismal. And that you are dealing with it okay." Jenny said. "Anyway, that's why they didn't have my number or address. I don't know and don't much care if they are even alive. I am grateful to them for my life. They turned their back on me when I was a victim. I don't feel guilty for not feeling guilty. We have n othing else in common, end of story." Denise said. Jenny looked at her a moment. Denise smiled back. She really was taking it okay. "Well, I didn't mean to dredge up old painful shit. I just wondered why you never talked much about your folks. That explains it. It kind of surprises me a bit. I would have guessed that you mother was very much like you." Betty said. "In some ways she is. But where I am fanatical -or passionate- about science, she is passionately fanatical about religion. She's bought the whole ball of wax, hook, line and pompous circumcision. In the process I feel her ethics got lost somewhere. Cert ainly her perspective." Denise said. "That's pomp and circumstance." Jenny said. "I like the other one better. It's much more descriptive of it." Denise chuckled. "Cup of coffee? I've got some delightful decaffed French roast beans." Betty asked. "Yes, that sounds nice. Thank you. May I make it?" Jenny asked. "You may watch the first time to see where things are kept. After that you are on your own." Betty said, rising and bussing the dishes. Denise got up and helped her with the leftovers and then guided Jenny to the fireplace area again while the coffee dripped. "I'm really pleased that you came over tonight. Please feel free to drop in anytime. And *please* do not get the impression I do not desire you. If I did not know for a fact that I was being watched, I would have been serving you breakfast. I fully inten d to remedy that in the future. The sooner the better." Denise said, leaning to kiss her. "No, I quite agree. And if you weren't being watched, then you'd have to chase me out of here with a cattle prod to get me to leave. Of the two options I gave you when I first arrived, I shall consider myself to be your temporary patient while I am on ho ld for my lover status." Jenny said, meeting her lips. --------------------------------- Out in the van the second detective took off his headphones. "*Fuck this shit. We're not learning anything here. We can't hear shit from inside unless one of them should get a hair up her ass to stand by one of the windows and shout 'I am a dike!' And that ain't very fucking likely. That woman they have in there w ith them is one of the prettiest I ever saw, but they ain't spending any time in any of the bedrooms. If I was a dike, I would have had her clothes off faster than a speeding bullet. **We've got the sound of dishes clattering and coffee grinding. And video tape of one showing another the difference between two computers. Even that's out of sync as she had both monitors on at the same time. I think we are just wasting our time here.* " he said. "*Yeah, I know. Hart didn't do anything different on her run with the Billings guy either. He was stretching when she pulled up. She just started stretching with him and then they took off running, not a word between them. She may have muttered something to him when she first got there, but he didn't say shit in return. They got back from the run and he just went inside. She put on her sweats, got in her car and drove here. Kind of humming to herself as she drove. *" said the first detective. "*So why the fuck are we doing this?*" asked the second. "*Because the sheriff himself said he wanted one more week to be sure. And he's the boss.*" said the first. "*Yeah, but I don't see the point. They dropped their charges against the bitch. She even filed a deposition with the court saying she was delusional from hormonal imbalance. I sure as fuck believe that before I believe that these two are dikes. The one who looks most like a dike runs with the hunkiest man I ever saw and tries making goo-goo eyes at him.*" said the second. "*What about this last one, you run her plates?*" asked the first. "*Of course...... Jennifer Hastings, Phd. Runs a small psychology counseling office. She'd probably the counselor we've heard them referring to. The one they are working with to try to get the Billings guy to talk. The one that they called in when the C rowther kid tried to off herself. So it's not out of context her meeting with them. As for the meeting itself. It looked coincidental. They all seem to have a thing for ice cream.*" said the second. "*Well, she must be one whiz-bang counselor. That Crowther kid looks pretty happy for one who tried to off herself just a couple of weeks ago.*" said the first. "*So she's good at what she does. That don't make the others dikes.*" said the second. "*No, but it certainly would fit if what the bitch said about the incest was true. They'd want to have a whiz-bang counselor around if that was the case.*" said the first. "*Maybe... But that Billings girl looks pretty happy too for someone who was supposed to have been raped by her brother when she was thirteen. I think it's just like it says in the bitches deposition, she was delusional.*" said the second. "*Well, I'm going for pizza this time. At least that way I know that I won't have to eat any anchovies.*" said the first. "*So I do without?*" asked the second. "*Won't hurt you as much as me doing with. I might have them put them on half of one, but they always fuck up those mixed orders for me. How about I just get you your own medium and myself my own?*" asked the first. "*Whatever. It costs more that way.*" said the second. "*What do we care, it's going on our expense report. So fork over for yours.*" said the first. "*Just put them both on your ticket.*" said the second. "*No way. Not after you gave me all that lip about it last week. Fork over.*" said the first. "*All I got is a ten.*" said the second. "*So I'll bring change. That's close anyway.*" said the first. The second reluctantly forked over his ten and the first left to pick up the pizza. The second put the headphones back on to listen to the murmurs from inside. He really couldn't make out shit. --------------------------------- "You really do look sexy in those Jeans." Betty said, admiring the view. "That she does." Jenny said, tracing her hand over Denise's thigh. "You know they aren't really jeans. They are just spandex pants with a stonewashed pattern on them." Denise said. "Well it sure as hell is effective. They're making my tongue hard." Betty chuckled. "*Tongue hard?* That's funny." Jenny chuckled, sipping her coffee. "So, how was your run with Bobby?" Denise asked. Betty frowned a bit. "About the same. He was stretching when I pulled up. I stretched with him and we ran. He didn't mumble a word." she replied. "How long have you been running with him now?" Jenny asked. "About two weeks now, I guess." Betty replied. "Then you couldn't possibly be discouraged that he's only talked to you once in that time. Seems to me like you are making lightning progress. Considering that he's been this way for many years now." Jenny said. Betty looked a bit startled and then smiled at Jenny. "Thank you....for putting things into perspective for me. Denise, if you don't do your best to seduce this adorably lovable critter, I'm going to." she chuckled, leaning to kiss Jenny on the cheek. "Oh, I fully intend to give her my undivided attention just as soon as Mutt and Jeff out there take a vacation. But I see no reason why you can't too. In fact I feel quite wet over the notion of laying between you two." Denise mused, tousling Jenny's hai r. Jenny kind of blushed. "Thank you, both of you. But I don't really see the big deal. I mean it takes hardly any time at all. We could easily have slipped off to bed and been back sipping our coffee." Jenny said. "As Cindy would say: *Oh, her don't know me very well, do her?* Betty, how long was our last little tet-a-tet?" Denise asked. "Oh, lets see, that would have been this morning, and we were quite rushed as we both had to get to work, so only about an hour and a half. But the one that put us to sleep last night was a nice mid-sized session at about four and a half hours." Betty sa id, seriously. "An hour and a half? Four and a half?" Jenny half gasped. "Oh easily. How long would you say our longest single session was, Betty?" Denise asked. "Well, depends if you include bathroom stops and such. Our longest without getting out of bed for anything at all is probably around ten hours. That's awake and making love the whole time. Now if you throw in bathroom stops and maybe a bite of nourishmen t or a cup of coffee, then that throws us up into the sixteen hour category. If you allow little recovery naps in there, then goodness, a full day at least where we did nothing but make love, eat and nap. Possibly two. I know you've had much longer sessi ons with Cindy. Probably up to three days where neither of you got dressed or even out of bed except to use the bathroom or eat." Betty said. Jenny was dumbfounded over the concept. She sat looking between the two of them looking for any hint they might be joking. They weren't. "I think, that you have no proper frame of reference. You are thinking in terms of the physical limitations that men have about making love. Women share no such limitations. We can make love as often as we like and for as long as we'd like as long as we have the energy to move something to stimulate the other with. Marge suffered a similar state of shock when she asked me how many times Cindy and I had made love over a particular weekend. I told her thirty. That was just the number of individually disti nct sessions. Betty and I figured the number of orgasms we each experienced was up over a hundred for everybody." Denise said, sipping her coffee. The concept of a hundred orgasms in a weekend left Jenny speechless. She kind of shivered inside at the notion. Denise reached out with her fingertips and gently closed her mouth for her. Jenny kind of gulped and then sipped at her coffee. "I guess I have been thinking in terms of male limitations. I think Jake and I once made it fifteen times on a three day weekend. I had maybe a total of twice that many orgasms myself during that time as Jake is a pretty attentive lover." she mused. "Yes, so in answer to your original assertion. I feel that a proper introduction to the world of women loving women would be at least two days devoted to little else but loving. I think Betty and I's first session lasted a good ten hours. The only reason it wasn't longer was that we both had to work the next day. We started about four in the afternoon and went till about two in the morning. That gave us each about four and a half hours sleep. That week we spent at least six hours a night making love, ev ery night and felt we'd cheated the other of how much they deserved." Denise said. "That sounds about right." Betty mused, smiling over at Denise. "So that's why you referred to what you did earlier as just minor stress release?" Jenny asked. "Yes, I'd hardly call it that even." Denise said. "Earlier?" Betty asked. "Earlier I was sitting in her lap. She gave me two orgasms in about two minutes by just pressing between my legs and kissing me." Jenny said. "Only two, you slipping love?" Betty asked Denise. "I've had a rough day. Okay?" Denise chuckled. "Yes, you have. My apologies." Betty said, softly. Jenny looked between the two of them, then down at her coffee. She sipped the last of her coffee and then got to her feet. "Well, I think I'd better be getting along home myself. I understand the situation. But the sooner I scoot the sooner you can see to her real stress therapy. Let me know when it's safe to come back." she said. Denise got to her feet and pulled her into a giant hug and passionate kiss that lasted a long time. "I wish there was a different way. But I just can't think of any. I feel terrible sending you off unfulfilled." Denise said, tears in her eyes. "No, love. Don't trouble yourself over it. I know it's the circumstances. I know you love me and we both desire for it to be different, but it's not. So don't worry about it. We will have our time." Jenny said, kissing her softly, a bit misty eyed hersel f. "Count on it!" Denise said, hugging her tightly. The instant she let up Betty was there pulling Jenny into her arms. They shared a long hug and kiss before Betty pulled back, still holding her. "I'm tempted to go stuff a rag in their gas tank and light it so you could stay. But don't you dare get the impression you aren't welcome here. If you don't come back after they are gone I'm just going to have to come camp out on your doorstep and upset the neighbors. That lady there loves you like air and I'm quite fond of you myself. So you come back now, you hear?" Betty asked. "I promise. Thank you. It was wonderful finally meeting you. I'm thrilled that Denise has you as a lover and a friend. Take care of her for me, will you?" Jenny asked, hugging her hard to her. "I will care for her to the best of my abilities, but my touch is not yours. She won't feel whole until she knows that too. So you just count on being a part of our life. I think you are adorably cute myself. So take care." Betty said, kissing her softly again. They walked her to the door where Denise kissed her deeply one last time before opening it to let her out. Jenny walked to her car like she was floating on air. Betty triggered the gate to let her out and then closed it after her. She turned and pulled Denise into her arms. "Bed time, love?" she asked, kissing her softly. "Let me set the sleep timer on the radio in the guest room and make some going to bed noises in there. Then I'll be up." Denise said. She made no motion to move out of Betty's arms, just stood holding her for a long time. Betty stooped and lifted her in her arms and carried her up the stairs. She lay her gently on the bed and leaned and kissed her softly. "Be right back. Don't move." she said. She dashed downstairs and turned on the radio in the guest room on the sleep timer. Also setting the morning alarm clock portion of it. She turned down the bed and flushed the toilet in the bathroom. Then killed the lights and quietly crept out of the ro om. She moved to the kitchen and checked the perishables were away, prepared the morning coffee on the timer, then set the damper on the fireplace. Shutting down the lights she made her way back upstairs. Denise was now topless. She was about to pull off her *best jeans*. Betty stopped her, grinning. Betty used her laptop to set the grounds alarm and then stripped off her clothes. She climbed into bed and pulled Denise to her, still wearing her spandex jeans. The spandex clearly defined and hugged her labial lips. Betty pulled her hips hard into her and her large clitoris rubbed between the groove, exciting Denise right though her clothing. She kissed her deeply as her hands caressed and teased her bare breasts. She made love to her twice before she pulled the jeans off with her teeth. It was well after midnight when a much more relaxed Denise slipped into blissful sleep. Betty cradling her tenderly in her arms. She continued to hold her thus for a long time. Kissing her forehead from time to time before she herself slipped into sleep. Chapter Twenty It wasn't tough for Denise to lose her tail. The shopping mall was very crowded with Christmas shoppers. She simply parked on one side, walked through the crowd and out the other side. She found Marge's car and used the key Cindy had delivered to her to unlock and start the car. She took a moment to familiarize herself with the controls of the unfamiliar vehicle, then drove off. Her tail somewhere in the mall looking for her amid all the crowd. Marge and Sam welcomed the Billings into their house. Cindy and Andrea hugged briefly and kissed each other on the cheek. Both were dressed well, but no where near as dangerous as they had been at Denise's formal dinner. Sam served the adults a glass of wine and Cindy got Andrea and herself a Diet-Pepsi, then took Andrea off to show her her computer. Once in her room they kissed hungrily for a long time before Cindy actually showed her the computer. --------------------------------- The Billings home looked dark. Denise felt a little afraid as she walked up to the front door. She didn't bother knocking or ringing the bell. The door was unlocked, she let herself in. A small package in her hand. She found Bobby sitting at his computer. "Ah, the great master. I've been expecting you." he said as she walked up to him. "Hello, Bobby. May I buy you dinner?" Denise asked, grinning at him. "Not quite up to going out just yet." Bobby said. Denise held up the package. "Your choice, Chinese or Greek?" she asked. "I haven't had Greek in....... gosh, I don't remember the last time." Bobby mused. "Then I will have the Chinese.... At the table?" Denise asked. Bobby nodded and got up. "Nice computer you have there." Denise said. "Yes, just like yours and Betty's." Bobby grinned. Denise moved to the table in the kitchen. She opened the sack and pulled out two Styrofoam dinner trays. Checking inside each she passed the Greek combo over to Bobby, even handing him a plastic fork and a napkin. "Chinese and Greek from the same take-out?" Bobby asked. "Yes, I think it's quite wonderful. They do an excellent job on both of them." Denise replied. "Coffee?" Bobby asked. "Yes please. Black." Denise replied. Bobby poured them two cups of coffee and joined her at the table. Opening up his meal he sniffed at it and smiled. Then dug in. Denise ate slowly, letting Bobby get used to her across the table from him. "So... you don't say much yourself." Bobby said, between bites. "I thought to give you a moment to get used to me." Denise replied. "Before you slam-dunk me?" Bobby chuckled. "Actually not. I'm not here to judge you. My primary interest is in Andrea's well being. I think yours is too. Otherwise I would not be here now." Denise said. "You are willing to overlook what I did to Andrea?" Bobby asked. "No, I'm willing to do my best to understand it and try to make the best of a bad situation for each of you. I think you are very aware of what you did and would give anything on earth to change it, knowing that you can't, you will do just about anything to make it as good for Andrea as you can. It is on that last assumption that I am here. " Denise said. Bobby looked at her a moment. "Yes, I would give anything on earth to change it..... And I will do whatever I can for Andrea now." Bobby said, sadly. "Well, for whatever reason, you've made Andrea love and need you. That's never going to change. She needs you to be happy. I want Andrea to be happy. I don't want it to get worse. Everytime you two get together the potential for much worse damage exists . I'm referring to pregnancy." Denise said. "We've been careful." Bobby said. "Mother nature is a sneaky, prolific little bitch. She will find the smallest pinhole in the thickest rubber. She will swim through gallons of spermicide and ignore viscous hormones. The only way to be certain to stop her is cut the source of one side or the other or just keep them way distant. The way distant part seems unlikely at this point, and it's a major bit of surgery to fix Andrea's side." Denise said. "Which puts me under the knife." Bobby said, frowning. "I'm not here to coddle you, Bobby. There is only one possible way I see for you and Andrea to continue your relationship. That is for you to get a vasectomy. To make it 100% certain that she cannot get pregnant from you. That is a minimum requirement. N ow I don't know if you have some macho hang-up about needing to be able to father a child to feel like a man. I don't care about that one way or the other. You have a lot of good people putting their asses on the line for you right now. They're not doing it so you can get your jollies without showing some responsibility of your own." Denise replied. "You think I'm not showing responsibility?" Bobby asked. "No, I don't think you are, presently. Your *discipline* as you call it, is nothing more than a fancy hiding place. You are hiding from the world. You are hiding from your responsibilities to the people who love you. It served a purpose as long as Andrea didn't understand exactly what you did to her. Now that is no longer true. Now she does understand. Despite that, she loves your ass. Fully knowing what you did, she still wants you. She is facing her current reality. The question is, are you willing to do the same?" Denise asked. "My *current* reality?" Bobby said, puzzled. "Yes, your *current* reality. You started your *discipline* to help you deal with your reality when you first got back from the war. You maintained it to deal with what happened between you and Andrea. Your *current* reality is facing your parents and wh at they have sacrificed for you and what they sacrifice every day when they look at you. Your current reality should be going fishing with your father or learning to work with him at his business. Your current reality should be thanking your mother for c ooking your evening meal, or wrapping your arms around her and hugging her and telling her that you love her. What about thanking your father for that whiz-bang computer in there? What about yourself? Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a narro w little world? What will you have to contribute to a *real* relationship with Andrea when you are in a position to share one?" Denise asked. Bobby was quiet for a time while he thought about what she said. -------------------------------- "I'm really glad we finally got together like this." Sally said. "Yes, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Cindy's told me so much about your family. I feel like I know you already." Marge replied. Sally sighed a bit, sadly. "Something wrong?" Marge asked. Sally looked at her a moment then back at the floor. "My family, such as it is. I know you know about Andrea and Cindy, probably a whole lot better than I do. Then there's my son, who won't say a word to anybody. That's my family." she said, misty eyed. Marge pulled her into a hug and held her for a moment. "I guess there are several ways of looking at things. I don't see the girls relationship as being a bad thing. In fact it promises to be a very good thing for their future happiness. And as far as your son is concerned, you have some very good people in your corner who are working toward his eventual recovery. One of them couldn't be here tonight, one who has had a major influence on all our lives just because she cares the way she does. I don't know how much you know about Cindy's and Andrea's relation ship or whatever other relationships they may have. I know about pretty much all of them. But I can't break confidences placed in me. But I will say that you have some excellent people in your family's corner and from my point of view; I think you can ex pect some changes for the better down the road." Marge said. Sally kind of sagged against her for a moment, then pulled herself together and disengaged herself. "Thank you. That's good to hear...... As far as what I know about the relationships... I know about Cindy and Andrea... and Denise and Betty and the four of them. So pretty much all of it. I had a talk with Betty and she pretty much filled me in. Betty and Bobby seem to be developing some kind of relationship, but I don't know what kind. They run every afternoon together, but as far as I know their only communication has been Betty talking to Bobby and when he typed up and printed his schedule wh en she said she wanted to run with him. She told me how you had welcomed Denise into your family. Can't say as I blame you for that. She's a very dynamic lady." Sally said. Marge wasn't about to fill her in on Bobby and Andrea. Instead she stayed on the subjects Sally seemed to know about. "Yes, very dynamic......... I had to look long and hard at my values. I had to ask myself what was more important to me; What society thought, or my daughters true happiness. Once I answered that question the rest was easy. Had Cindy been a boy, I would have been thrilled to death over having Denise as a Daughter-in-law. Had Denise been a boy, I would have been thrilled to death to have her as a son-in-law. So all that remained for me was to see that Cindy had just picked an outstanding mate who just ha ppened to be the same gender as her. It may not have been what I would have picked for her, but my life wasn't what my mother would have picked for me either and I have been ecstatically happy for eighteen years now. The more I get to know Denise, the mo re I realize she *is* what I would pick for Cindy." Marge said. "I guess I never looked at it that way before. Betty's no slouch either. She is exactly what I would choose for Bobby. It was the lifestyle that makes me less than thrilled over her for Andrea. But even that may be incorrect. As it appears that Andrea is willing to *share* Betty with Bobby. I had no clue she even liked Bobby, let alone loved him enough to be willing to share her mate with him." Sally said. "Personally, I think it's wonderful. Perhaps both your children will get what makes them happy at the same time." Marge mused. "You seem to be very comfortable with all this." Sally said. "I try to roll with it. I didn't start off that way. But the fact is that Denise has just won my heart away. I just love her to death. If she had nothing to do with Cindy, I'd still want her to be my friend." Marge said. "So what do you talk about when she's over here for dinner?" Sally asked. "Oh, just about anything. We've talked about everything from sex to physics." Marge chuckled. Sally remembered Cindy's choking response to Denise's answer to the same question. She smiled to herself over it. "You actually talk about sex with Cindy around?" she asked. "Not predominantly. We sort of ran into a little cultural roadblock that Denise brought to our attention. When a young heterosexual couple are talking to prospective in-laws.... The parents talk about *children*. They talk about their hopes for grand kid s and such or what the young couples plans are concerning children. What this in effect does, is give a -*by the way*- okay to the couple to indulge in sex. The concept of children encompasses the concept that the couple will be having sex. In a relatio nship like Denise and Cindy's... that doesn't work. In our attempt to make Denise and Cindy comfortable with us being around their relationship... Sam and I found ourselves talking about sex. Denise recognized our dilemma and dealt with it. She came righ t out and said: 'Okay, we are having sex. We like it. We are going to keep doing it.' The fact was that it made it quite a bit more relaxed for all of us. Now we don't *have* to talk about it." Marge said. Sally nodded, thoughtfully. "Yes, I can see that. I never thought about that. I guess most people wouldn't. I never even thought about the concept of talking about children as giving an implied consent to indulge in sex, but it makes absolute sense. It's just something that we've a ll taken for granted all our lives. I remember my parents having similar discussions with John and I when we were first married. And it did make the question of sex between us seem to go away or at least seem insignificant to our overall relationship." s he said. "Which it probably wasn't. At least it wasn't for Sam and I. I would assume it would be the same for any young couple. I think sex takes on a different perspective when you are young. Perhaps it is an incentive to stay together *while* you develop those other aspects of your relationship. Then it may take a more secondary role. But with us it never has been all that secondary. Sam and I still enjoy a healthy sex life and it seems to be getting healthier all the time. We are quite looking forward to our little vacation, starting in about a week and a half. It's going to be like a second honeymoon for us." Marge mused. "No, it has never been all that secondary for John and I either. The vacation sounds like fun. What are you going to do with Cindy?" Sally asked. "That's the nice part of this relationship she has with Denise. She'll be staying with her. She's ecstatically happy about the whole thing and I'm happy that she's under adult supervision while we are away. As mature and responsible as Cindy is, she's st ill too young to be left alone for two weeks. But that's changing fast. Denise and Betty are an inspiration for those girls." Marge said. "I'll say. I've seen a remarkable change in Andrea's behavior. I tried to give her twenty dollars the other day and she told me; no thank you, she still had money and was learning to live frugally. That's not the only change either. Her studies have show n a remarkable improvement. She does her homework without lip and does it well. She even takes out the garbage without being asked." Sally chuckled. "Andrea hasn't spoken to you about it yet?" Marge asked. "No... I think she's a bit afraid to." Sally mused. "Well, I had to break the ice with Cindy myself. I just told her what I suspected and we went from there. I'm not a bit sorry for it. We've grown much closer as a result of it." Marge said. "I may have to try that myself if she doesn't talk to us soon. It seems silly her being afraid of talking to us about things we all know about." Sally mused. "*Oh if you only knew.*" Marge thought to herself. "I think we're about ready here. We should call the others in so we can eat." she said, aloud. ------------------------------------- "I guess I really have lost my perspective." Bobby said, sadly. "I don't know that it's lost, perhaps skewed a bit is a better description." Denise said. "You aren't at all like I expected you to be." Bobby said. "Just what did you expect? That I would have horns and a tail, or perhaps a halo?" Denise teased. "Perhaps a bit of each. You are being a lot easier on me than I thought you would be, but I would not be silly enough to mistake you for being soft." Bobby replied. "Well, if it's any consolation, you aren't quite what I expected either." Denise demurred. "No horns? I know you didn't expect a halo." Bobby chuckled. "No, I expected neither. But I expected you to be a harder sale too. I didn't expect you would be... so... *humble*." Denise said. Bobby sighed. "I have a lot to be humble about. I'm not very proud of my life since I got back from the war. I'd like to change that. I realized some time ago that I can't do that myself. I don't know how. That's what the computer was all about. Trying to expand my ho rizons a bit. I quite admire you for your understanding of that stuff." he said. "Oh, it's not all that tough. I think most people get discouraged because it doesn't come to them right away in a flash of inspiration. But it's like a foreign language. You start out learning a word at a time. If you keep that up then eventually you und erstand it. With practice you learn to speak it. You get to a point where you understand a different point of view. If you get good enough at it you learn to think in it. I've been around computers since before the first desktop PC. I played with them an d worked with them and pulled my hair out over what the hell an *Option Base* was. So it wasn't something I just picked up with a few hours study. It's not difficult to learn, but it does take time. Just stay with it and you will learn. One of the hardest parts is that people don't have a clue just what a program is. It's just a list of instructions. The whole trick of programming is to learn the tools and techniques *and* to learn how to look at a problem in terms of using those tools and techniques to solve it....... Sorry, I have a tendency to go off on that stuff." Denise said, dropping her eyes. "No, no need to apologize for being passionate. I figure it's your passion that is basically saving my butt." Bobby said. "Oh, how so?" Denise asked. "Options. Your passionate demeanor has influenced everyone you have touched. That influence is beginning to present me with options, where I had very few or none before. It seems there is a possibility that I may end up living under the same roof as you, Betty, Andrea and Cindy. I think I would like that very much indeed." Bobby said. "We aren't quite out of the woods yet. We have a lot to deal with for a time yet. I'm not fully convinced that June has done a turn about, nor that it will matter if she has. I still have a tail. You still have to talk to your parents. Have you thought a bout how you are going to go about that?" Denise asked. "Yes, I thought I might ask them to pass the salt at dinner." Bobby chuckled, "Speaking of tails, how did you lose yours tonight?" he asked. "Simple, I drove to a shopping mall and parked. Walked through the Christmas shopping crowd and out the other side to Marge Crowther's car. And I really should be getting back." Denise said. "Well, thank you for dinner, that was a nice touch. I quite enjoyed it." Bobby said. "Your turn next time. I guess I'd better take your tray with me." Denise said. "I still have a lot left. I'll deal with it. Yours too if you you'd like." Bobby offered. "Thank you. Well... I guess the only thing we haven't talked about is a time frame for your coming out. I figure the house addition to be accessible for us to work on just after the first of the year. Cindy is scheduled to come live with us after school lets out so I'm going to be concentrating on her room with her. .... I don't really know how you feel about Betty. But I know she is beginning to feel very deeply about you." Denise said. "The feeling is mutual. As to a coming out schedule.... Perhaps Christmas would be a shade to melodramatic. But the week between Christmas and New Year's seems like a good time." Bobby said. "Alright. ..... I guess that's it then." Denise said, raising. "Almost." he said, pulling her gently into his arms. Denise felt her pulse quicken as she lifted her chin into his kiss. It was tender and sweet. Again not at all what she expected. She returned it and then pulled away, a bit flushed and shaky. "Not a bad start. We can build on that when we are officially talking." Denise said, taking her leave. --------------------------- Denise drove back to the mall. The stores were just closing. People were streaming out the exits laden with packages and sacks. Then it struck her. She had nothing to show for her supposed time at the mall. She frantically started looking for stores stil l open. She was still looking when she met Betty, laden down with packages. "Thought you may have forgotten something." Betty chuckled. "I fully intend showing you just how much I love you when we get home." Denise said, soberly. "Not right away. Officially we are just through having dinner at my folks place and are expected at the Crowther's. Now don't peek in any of those packages when you carry them out to your car. I've got Christmas things for you in some of them." Betty sai d, handing over enough packages to make Denise appear laden. Betty still had a few herself. They couldn't kiss or anything like that, so Denise just said thanks and headed out to her car. "*About damn time.*" her tail muttered. ------------------------------ Cindy and Andrea were doing their best not to slip under the table and attack one another. It wasn't easy as the conversation had gone dry. With Andrea not knowing that her parents knew about her and the other women, her parents had to maintain the facad e. So conversation was a bit limited. "So where are the intrepid teachers tonight?" John asked, nobody in particular. "Dinner at Betty's folks or some such thing. They should be by afterwards." Marge replied. "I suppose you will wish to go off to Betty's for the night so you can get an early start on your afternoon run?" Sally teased Andrea. Andrea sort of blushed and nodded. "Alright.... Just what do you do there? After your homework is done, of course." Sally asked. "Oh, we watch old movies and eat popcorn." Andrea said. Sally grinned at Marge. Marge half shrugged. The men looked at their wives and each other. From long time experience they could smell a conspiracy. They'd stay out of it unless given no other choice. "Is that what you do there Cindy?" Sally asked. "Yes, I've grown quite fond of old movies." Cindy replied. "But I'm sure that's not all you do there. How many bedrooms does she have anyway?" Sally asked. "Uh.... two.... for now." Cindy said, wondering where this was going. "So you have to double up at least for sleeping?" Sally asked, aiming the question at Andrea. "Yes, Cindy and I get the guest room and Denise doubles with Betty in her room." Andrea replied, softly, not knowing where this was going, but fearing the worst. "What about you Cindy? You mother mentioned something about you going to a formal dinner there. I'll bet that was fun." Sally said. "Yes, it was very..... elegant." Cindy said, looking at her mother in question. She thought she could see a hint of mirth in Marge's eyes. She suddenly seemed to get what was going on. She looked to Sally who kind of hid her grin. "Yes, she showed me the pictures of you and Denise. You looked very elegant. She did too. I found myself quite scandalized by that shot of you two kissing though." Sally said. Cindy took a sip of soda real slowly to give her time to respond. Andrea was quite pale beside her. "So if she showed you those shots... then you know." Cindy said. "Yes, I know." Sally said, looking right at Andrea. Andrea had tears forming in her eyes. "What's wrong dear?" Sally asked her. "You *know*. So what happens now?" Andrea asked, teary eyed. "Well, that depends on how honest you are willing to be with us. But yes, I know everything. I had a long talk with Betty. She told me everything." Sally said. "Everything?" Andrea asked, her panic rising. "Yes, she knows all about you girls relationships with Denise and Betty and each other." Marge told her to head off her panic. "I've wanted to tell you for a long time." Andrea said, tears dripping down her face. "I wished you had. For one thing, I may have had a better chance to get to know Betty like Marge knows Denise." Sally said. Andrea looked up at her hopefully. "You mean you'll let me continue to see them?" she cried. "I don't really see the point in denying you that. You have chosen your lifestyle. Not that it's what your father and I would have chosen for you. But you seem to be happy about it. At least recently anyway. I think Betty and Denise have much to do with that." Sally said. Andrea rushed around the table and hugged her mother. Tears pouring down her cheeks. Her mother pulled her onto her lap and hugged back. "Oh, you are a getting to be a very big girl. I remember doing this when you were just tiny." Sally said, grunting a bit. "That's what I keep telling Cindy. She seems to like to spend a lot of time on Denise's lap when she's here." Marge chuckled. "*Mother*." Cindy chided. "Well it's true. Even if she doesn't seem to mind much." Marge chuckled. Andrea was sobbing against Sally's shoulder. "Would you like that dear? Sitting on Betty's lap when she comes over to dinner?" Sally asked. Andrea nodded against her shoulder, but was too upset to talk at the moment. "Well, John. Looks like we have a daughter-in-law. I expected one as a remote possibility from Bobby, but it looks like Andrea has supplied us with one instead." Sally said. "Oh mother!" Andrea cried, hugging her tighter. "One hint John. When you walk into the kitchen and find three crying females.... Don't ask anything. Just get your warm milk and get away as quickly and quietly as possible." Sam chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind. Does it happen often?" John asked. "Twice in the first week after we acknowledged Cindy and Denise's relationship." Sam replied. "I've been so scared." Andrea sobbed against her mother. "I know dear. You don't need to be afraid anymore. It's okay, I understand." Sally said, softly. Cindy had tears rolling down her cheeks as she remembered how it had been for her. Marge wasn't exactly dry eyed. John looked between the tearful women and back to Sam. "Twice in a week you say?" he asked. Sam grinned and nodded. "Well what's all this? I thought we were coming to a happy party." Denise's voice said. Everybody looked up and Denise and Betty were standing in the doorway. Without thought Cindy launched herself at Denise who caught her on the fly and swung her around to dissipate her momentum. Cindy was kissing her before Denise could stop her, worried about Andrea's parents. "What's going on here?" Denise asked, pulling Cindy away from her lips. "It would appear that we have a new daughter-in-law." John said, looking at Betty. Betty got tears in her eyes. She started toward John, who got a panicked look on his face. Sally saved him by snagging her hand and pulling her to her other shoulder. Now Denise hugged Cindy tightly and gave her a quick kiss, then moved on to give Marge and Sam a hug and kiss. Cindy brought her a cup of coffee and then landed in her lap once she sat down. "Now might be a good time to show you my workshop." Sam chuckled. John nodded, but as he got up Betty managed to get to him and hug him anyway. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. John hugged back, not knowing what to do. He was not unaffected by having such a lithe firm female body hugging him. Sally saved him ag ain. "Perhaps Andrea would like to sit on your lap as we visit?" she said. Andrea kissed her cheek and hugged her again. Betty sat down and Andrea ran to pour her a cup of coffee. Sam hugged and kissed Marge on the cheek while John did the same to Sally. "You okay?" he asked his tearful wife. "Yes, I'm just great. You men go play." she replied, smiling. Sam and John slipped quietly out as Andrea plunked down on Betty's lap. They hugged and kissed each other tearfully as Marge and Sally looked on. Sally had mixed feelings about what she saw. On the one hand she was happy for her daughter, who was ecstatically happy herself. On the other hand she was a bit repulsed by what she saw. Marge seemed to read her thoughts. "You get used to it." she said. Sally looked at her a moment and nodded. "I guess I'd better." she said. "So how was your meal?" Denise asked Sally. "Very good. The food was lovely and the company was wonderful. I just figured it was silly pretending any more. Everybody knew, except the girls didn't know that John and I knew. I broke it to John gently after my little talk with Betty. I've just been waiting for Andrea to talk to me about it." Sally replied. "I was scared how you'd react. I didn't want to lose everything." Andrea said, still crying. "I know, dear. I think I know how much all these ladies mean to you. I don't understand the polyandrous nature of the relationship, but I can see that it's important to you." Sally said. "I don't think that's that difficult to understand. Take a look at how well they all fit together. The two girls sitting on their laps. Denise and Cindy fit like a glove. As do Andrea and Betty. You already knew how well Andrea and Cindy fit together. An d you've seen Betty and Denise as a dynamic team. I think it all makes perfect sense." Marge said. "We are all very much in love with each other." Denise said. Sally nodded, thoughtfully. "I'm just surprised there doesn't seem to be any jealousy." she said. "Over whom? We all share strong relationships with each other. Fact is that I'd have a very tough choice choosing between them. Marge missed two relationships when she was saying how well we fit. The one between myself and Andrea and the one between Bett y and Cindy. We all fit like a glove." Denise said. "Yes, I can see that. It's just all so new to me..... How will Bobby affect that?" Sally asked. "I don't know. The four of us are permanent as far as I'm concerned. I don't know if the rest of us will develop a relationship with him or not. Only time will tell. We have to get him talking first. But I get the feeling that is going to happen. That's what the Saturday runs are about. To get him out in the world." Denise said, not wanting to put too much emphasis on the idea of *all* of them being involved with Bobby. "If you can get him talking, then you all will have my eternal thanks." Sally said, tearfully. "He's showing signs he's altering his behavior. Like that timetable he typed for me." Betty said. "Has he given you any other indication of his interest in you?" Sally asked. "Yes, he kissed me once while we were out on our evening run." Betty said. "He did?" Sally asked, excitedly. "Yes, and it wasn't just a peck on the cheek." Betty said, blushing a bit. "That's wonderful." Sally said, tearfully. "I think you can help him, Sally. If he say's anything, don't make a big deal of it. Don't hit him with a million questions. I think that's what he's most afraid of. Talking about what happened to him in the war. So I think it's important to act as natur al as possible if he starts talking. If you make too big a fuss he might withdraw again. I've been talking with Jenny about this and that's what she said. I trust her judgment." Denise said. "You can count on me, but I don't think I can avoid reacting at all." Sally said. "I don't think he will expect you not to react at all. But just don't crowd him is all I am saying." Denise said. "I won't. You can count on that. How is the construction coming, Betty?" Sally asked. "Very well. They have the foundation and floors all laid and all the outside walls up. They are working on the roof trusses. If the weather holds then I expect them to have the sheathing on the roof by the end of next week. We can start on the insides ne xt weekend. I hope you don't mind if Andrea works on it every weekend." Betty said, softly caressing Andrea's back. Andrea was snuggled to her sort of quivering inside. Betty's touch was slowly making her more comfortable. Her biggest fear at the moment, was that her mother would see the implication of her relationship with Bobby. "Not at all. I expected that, really. I don't mind her working on it after school a bit either, I know you two aren't going to let her slide on her homework." Sally chuckled. "I think we will just stick to weekends for now. We've got till schools out before they could move in anyway. I think it's important that they not be attending our school before we start living together. That would just be pushing our luck." Betty said. "And what about June? Is she still being a problem?" Sally asked. "I don't think so. She got humbled real good by several days in jail. She's under a restraining order not to approach my property. She even had my lawyer file a deposition with the court saying that she was suffering from a hormonal imbalance. After that any further charges she may make are going to be taken with a grain of salt." Betty replied. Denise kissed Cindy's cheek and scooted her off her lap. "My legs dead, sweets and my coffee's getting cold." she said. Cindy moved to her own chair after kissing her quickly. Andrea sighed and went to move off of Betty's lap. "You're okay for a bit." Betty said, holding her to her. Andrea sort of snuggled back against her, quivering. "Nice little lab, Sam." John said. "Oh, just a place to tinker. I just thought you'd like a little distraction from the ladies." Sam replied. "Yes, thank you. What do you think about all this?" John asked. "Well, to tell the truth, I've grown quite fond of Denise. I quite like Betty too. If our daughters are going to be involved with women anyway... Well, they couldn't have picked two finer ones to be involved *with*. Cindy's as happy as she's ever been in her life. And that's the most important thing to me. My only regret is I won't get any grand kids out of the deal." Sam said. "Yeah.... I thought about that. But that's not as important to me as my kids happiness. Either of them. I think Bobby's showing signs of pulling out of his silence. I guess you know about the list he typed for Betty?" John asked. "Yeah, Marge fills me in on things she thinks I need to know... eventually." Sam chuckled. "The part I find so amazing is that Andrea seems to be willing to share Betty with Bobby. I didn't even know she liked him." John said. "Oh, I don't know that's so hard to understand. Say Bobby was your brother instead of your son. Would you share your wife with him if it cured him? I think I would. As long as it didn't interfere with my relationship with her." Sam said, hypothetically. "I guess I never thought about it that way. But I probably would too, assuming the same thing." John said. "Well, I guess we'd better get back. How's Denise's software selling?" Sam asked. "Like hot cakes. She sure did a nice job of sprucing it up. I had our sales staff introduce it to established customers first. They seem to be buying it up as fast as I can package it. They like the turn key systems. All they have to do is run the wiring for the camera's. I haven't even had a chance to advertise it yet. Word of mouth seems to be spreading it fast enough for now. I should have a fat royalty check for her.... I guess I ought to tell her." John said as they re- entered the house. The tears seemed to be dry for the time being. Andrea ran and hugged her father and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for being so understanding, daddy." she said. "I just want you to be happy, kitten. And this seems to make you happy." he said, hugging her back. "So how was your little outing? Get all your *guy things* done?" Marge asked. Sam bent and kissed her and nodded. Andrea finally dislodged herself and moved to sit back by Betty. "Oh, before I forget, Denise. I should have a big fat royalty check for you in a week or so. Your software has been selling like hot cakes." John said. "Great! Now I can start to pay Betty back for my computer." Denise said. "I think you'll find it fatter than that. When I say like hot cakes, I mean like hot cakes. We've sold over three dozen turnkey systems. As you did the driver work for them too you get extra for each of those. I think it works out to about four-hundred a piece." John said. "Good god. That's over fourteen thousand dollars!" Denise gasped. "I think closer to seventeen." John chuckled. "Wow! That will certainly help my finances." Denise said. "That update software you let me use sure is nice. The secretaries at work just enter my appointments on their desk units and the software automatically updates my laptop. It's saved me quite a bit of time when I would have had to go back into work." Sam said. "Update software?" John asked, a gleam in his eye. "Sam's test driving it for me. I was going to tell you about it after it had been tested long enough to make sure the bugs were out of it." Denise said. "I'd say the bugs were out of it. I haven't encountered a single one. The other sales people all want copies of it too." Sam said. "Exactly what does it do?" John asked. "You set flags on files you want updated between your desktop and laptop. It keeps track of which files get changed between updates. Then once a day the laptop calls in and the files get updated between the two transparently to the users." Denise said. "But how do you handle a file that gets updated in both places in a day? Say his secretaries enter changes to his schedule at work and he makes changes while out in the field, how do you handle that so they don't walk over each other?" John asked. "I cheat." Denise giggled. "Cheat?" John asked. "I keep two copies of the files in the office. One as a system hidden file as a reference. When changes are made to the files, the software figures out just what the changes are by comparing the two files. Then it writes out just the changes as an append to the laptop files. The software does the same thing in the laptop, but once again it uses a files on the desktop unit for reference, to save space on the laptop drive. So there are a total of four copies of the files; one on the laptop and three in th e office. But the files are usually small so it doesn't take that much room anyway." Denise said. "Is *that* how you do it? I wondered how you pulled that off. How do you handle the memo files?" Sam asked. "That's why I had you designate an update directory for them. The software compares the directories between the laptop and the desktop. Usually there will be only a single copy of a memo file and they don't get changed. So anything put into that folder i n either location just gets copied to the other one. If by chance one of the files gets changed, the software will notify you and let you look at the differences so you can designate either one copy or the other as the source of the update, or to rename one of the files and copy them both to the two locations." Denise said. "Is she so tricky all the time?" John asked Betty. "Pretty much. She keeps me constantly amazed." Betty chuckled, tousling Denise's hair. "So how do you know that you have a new file to look at?" John asked. "Oh, it gives me a list of new files when it does the updates. I just look at them then. There's a list generated on the desktop too for anything new I put in that folder on my laptop. So if I want to send a memo to my boss, I just type it and save it to that directory. If it's urgent, I can force an update anytime. They can too. The system will automatically call my laptop and beep me." Sam said. "So when can I see a copy of this? I know it will sell faster than the other software." John asked. "I want to incorporate more of the most popular software first. But some of it is pretty expensive stuff and I've been a little tight on cash lately. That check couldn't come at a better time." Denise said. "Let me know what packages you want. I'll buy them. I can write them off as development cost." John offered. "Great. I'll make up a list and E-mail it to you." Denise said. "Speaking of which, did you know that Bobby E-mailed Denise a question about programming?" Betty asked. "Really! No, I didn't." John said, excitedly. "I've got a copy of it on my laptop. I'll run you off a copy if I can use Cindy's printer." Denise said. "Sure, anytime." Cindy said. Denise ran out to her car and got her laptop and brought it back in. She found the file and printed it off using Cindy's printer. Then handed it to John and Sally to look at. "What's this mumbo-jumbo?" Sally asked. "Just a programming question, I didn't want to make too big a fuss about it. So here's my reply to him." Denise said, handing over another sheet. "I had no idea he was this advanced already." John said. "Oh, I don't know that he's ready to start programming yet. This is pretty simplistic stuff. But it's certainly an encouraging start." Denise said. "Yes, it certainly is that." John mused. "Not very personal." Sally said. "No... But like I was saying earlier, Jenny said it would probably be simple communication to start with. I think it's the personal stuff that's going to take time." Denise said. "Yes, well I guess anything is encouraging." Sally said. "That it is. Jenny said to just take it a step at a time." Denise said. "You knew about this Andrea?" John asked. Andrea nodded. "Why didn't you tell us?" Sally asked. "Actually, it just slipped my mind. There's been just a few things going on in my life." Andrea said. "Yes, I can see that. I'm sorry, it just seems so significant to me." Sally said. "I promise to let you know about any other such communication from him." Andrea said. "So will I. We all will." Denise said. Sally stifled a yawn. "I guess it's about time we headed home for bed. I assume you'd like to spend the weekend at Betty's?" John asked Andrea. Andrea nodded, blushing a bit. "Yes, please." she said. "I have no doubt that Cindy does." Marge chuckled. Cindy found herself blushing too for some reason. "Well, I want to thank you folks for a lovely dinner and an interesting weekend. I'll expect to hear from you, Denise, concerning the software. And.... Welcome to the family, all of you." John said. "Thank you, John. That's sweet." Denise said. "Yes, welcome to all of you. Marge was telling me of her vacation plans and how Cindy is going to be staying with you. I'm guessing that Andrea would be welcome during that time as well?" Sally asked. "Oh, most certainly. That would be lovely if she'd like to stay over." Betty said. "Oh! Yes, please!" Andrea cried. "I think we can get along without you for a few weeks." Sally chuckled, "Thank you Marge and Sam for a lovely dinner. We'll have to do this again soon. Perhaps when you get back from vacation." she said. "Yes, you are most welcome. That sounds like fun. Let's plan on it." Marge said, walking them to the door. Andrea came and hugged and kissed her mother. "Thank you, mom. You're the best." she said. "You just be good this weekend. I trust you will do as they tell you. Don't forget to keep your Cellular with you." Sally said, hugging her back. "I promise." Andrea said. She hugged her father, and then Sam said good night to them too. Marge and Sam walked them out to their car and waved good-bye to them. --------------------- "Well, *that* was interesting." Betty mused. Andrea jumped onto her lap and kissed her passionately. Betty returned it until Marge and Sam came back in, then she pulled back. "I do believe the girl's happy about something." Marge chuckled. "I'll say! I'm the happiest girl on the planet right now." Andrea bubbled, hugging Betty. "You've got some stiff competition for that title." Cindy said, taking Denise's hand and squeezing it warmly. "Yes, well I think it's time we were leaving as well. Thank you Marge and Sam. For everything." Denise said. "Not so fast. How did it go with Bobby? Did he talk to you?" Marge asked. "Yes. I think it will work out well. I think at dinner sometime between Christmas and New Years he's going to ask Sally to please pass the salt." Denise chuckled. "He talked to you!?" Andrea gasped, launching herself off of Betty's lap into Denise's. She kissed her all over her face and hugged her tightly. "I think maybe we'd better drop this one off at home, Betty. I don't hardly dare take her home with as cranked up as she is." Denise teased. "Oh you wouldn't!" Andrea cried. "No love. Just teasing." Denise said, kissing her softly. "I volunteer to sacrifice myself to her if you're not up to it. But I'm kind of surprised you aren't more cranked up yourself with the news about your software." Betty chuckled. "It hasn't sunk in yet. God, do you realize that's over half a years salary for me?" Denise mused. "Couldn't happen to a nicer lady." Marge said. "Thank you, Marge. Now if Andrea will just climb off my lap then we can be going. Did you bring your things?" she asked Andrea. "In Cindy's room." she bubbled. "You packed, Cindy my love?" Denise asked. "Yup. Including my homework." Cindy bubbled. "By the way, both you two look very nice tonight. You two as well, Marge and Sam. I'm sorry I couldn't have been here all night." Denise said. "Thank you." Cindy dimpled. "Yes, thank you." Andrea bubbled, trying to kiss her again. "Enough Andrea. I'm glad you're happy, but let me breathe." Denise chuckled. "Alright. I'm just so excited about everything." Andrea said. Cindy led her off to get their things. She helped Andrea a bit with her excitement as they kissed hungrily once in Cindy's room. "Thank you. Denise. So where were you while Denise was talking to Bobby, Betty?" Marge asked. Betty chuckled. "I was doing a smoke screen for Denise. She didn't think about how it would look when she came out of the mall after two hours inside with no packages in her arms. Her tail would have gotten suspicious for certain." she chuckled. "She saved my butt on that one. She met me in the mall with armloads full." Denise chuckled. "Okay, I guess you are both forgiven. But I want you both here with Andrea for dinner when we get back from vacation." Marge said. "Deal." Betty said. "From what I've seen and gathered, you're as much a daughter-in-law as Denise is. You too Andrea." Marge said, as the girls came back. Andrea got misty eyed again. Betty too. Marge hugged Andrea and then Betty, kissing them both on the cheek and welcoming them to the family. Sam found himself being hugged again by the two of them and then Denise and Cindy as they said their good-bye's. Denise and Cindy hugged Marge and gave her a kiss before they herded the girls out to the cars. Cindy rode with Denise and Andrea with Betty. "That was nice of your parents to have the Billings over for dinner. It was nice of your mom to invite us over for dinner after they get back from vacation." Denise said. "Yeah, mom's great. We had a fun time tonight. Andrea and I have been good friends now for a long time. But I'm amazed how well our parents get along. Andrea's dad and mine hit it off like old pals. So did Mom and Andrea's mother." Cindy said. "That's great. Did you remember your jogging clothes, I hope?" Denise asked. "Yup. I'm ready.... So what do you suggest I get Betty for Christmas? Have you decided what to get her yet?" Cindy asked. "I haven't got a clue. I'll think about it. I was thinking I might get some sappy old movies for your folks and give them to them early for their vacation." Denise said. "That's a good idea. It was sure nice of you to offer to let me stay over. I think they really need this time alone." Cindy said. Denise cringed just a bit. "That's okay. You're not any trouble. I quite enjoy your company." she said, squeezing Cindy's hand. "Thank you. I quite like yours too. You sure aren't like my other teachers." Cindy said, squeezing back. --------------------------- "So how was the dinner?" Betty asked. "Oh, it was fun. Everybody got along great. Cindy's folks sure are nice." Andrea bubbled. "Yes, I think so too. I quite like them both." Betty replied. "So what are you doing for thanksgiving?" Andrea asked. "My folks always have a big bash. I wouldn't dare go anyplace else. Thanks for reminding me. I need to ask Denise. My mother would have a cow if I didn't bring her along. How about you?" Betty said. "Oh, we always have a quiet little dinner, just the four of us...... It sure would be nice if we could get Bobby talking. Sometimes it would make things easier, like on thanksgiving. Cindy wanted to have me over, but my folks insist we all sit down at ho me because of Bobby." Andrea said. "Well, we'll just keep working on him. I think he'll come around. At least we got him out running with us on Saturday. You did bring your running outfit didn't you?" Betty asked. "Yeah, in my bag. Since I always run with you I ought to leave it at your place.... but I guess that wouldn't be fair, making you wash it." Andrea mused. "Oh, I wouldn't mind at all. I can put it in with mine. In fact, if you and Cindy both left them then we could just put them all in the same batch after we got back from running." Betty offered. --------------------------- Betty got to the house just after Denise, the gate still open. She pulled in and parked, triggering the gate closer. Andrea helped her in with her packages. "Wow, you sure got a lot of stuff!" she said. Betty giggled and nodded. "No peeking now. I got some things for you in one of these." she said. "I wouldn't peek." Andrea said, a bit hurt. "Ah, I was teasing. Come on, it's cold out here." Betty said, leading her inside. Once inside and the door shut, they dropped their packages and Andrea moved into her arms. Her kiss was frantically hungry. Denise and Cindy were already sitting by the fire, snuggled together. "I wondered if you got lost." Denise called over. "Nope, just drove a bit slower than you." Betty called back when Andrea let her breath again. Andrea wasn't through with her attack. Her hands moved up inside Betty's blouse and teased her breasts. Betty giggled and squirmed away. "Let me put some things away first." she whispered back to Andrea, then louder: "It's really kind of late. Why don't you girls go get ready for bed?" "Awe, can't we stay up a bit?" Andrea moaned, grinning. "Maybe just a bit, but go put your pajama's on." Betty said. "Okay.." Andrea moaned, "Come on Cindy. You know how they are." "Yeah, I do." Cindy said, grinning as she slid her hand inside Denise's blouse. Andrea switched on the guest room light and carted her bag in there. Cindy followed a short time afterwards. They made dressing sounds as they turned down the bed, opened and shut drawers and made bathroom sounds like turning the taps on and off and flus hing the toilet. Cindy turned the clock radio on low and changed the station to their kind of music from what Denise had it set to. "You'd think they'd let us stay up late just once on a Friday night." Cindy said, seriously. "Yeah, well, lets get in our PJ's, maybe they'll let us watch the late show." Andrea replied. The two of them moved together and kissed deeply, but quietly. They stripped off their clothes and put on their robes and slippers. Andrea sliding her hand up over Cindy's firm ass under her robe. "I enjoyed myself tonight. Your folks are nice." Andrea said, cupping a bun cheek. "Thanks, I had fun too. I was kind of surprised our folks got along so well." Cindy replied, cupping Andrea's ass in return. "Yeah, that kind of surprised me too." Cindy said. Their lips met and they kissed hungrily. Denise walked in on them and smiled. She came up behind Andrea and wrapped her arms around her, cupping her breasts from behind. "You girls about ready for bed? Oh, good. Listen, if you promise not to stay up too late you can watch the late movie. I'm kind of tired myself. I think Betty is too so we're gonna turn in." she said, teasing Andrea's nipples. "Thanks, we promise." Cindy said, grinning as her hands teased between Denise's legs. "Uh, huh." Andrea said, a bit hoarsely. Denise led them out, killing the lights. She switched on the TV and set the sound just loud enough. Betty took Andrea by the hand and led her upstairs, Denise killed the lower lights and led Cindy upstairs. The rest of the clothing didn't last too long. As expected, Andrea was hot as a firecracker. It took all three of them to finally do her in. Then Denise and Betty moved together as Cindy caressed Andrea to sleep. Later Denise and Cindy snuggled together and moved to a slow, face to face deep orgasm. Denise caressed her to sleep and then tip-toed downstairs and set the sleep timer on the TV. She flicked the lamp on in the bedroom for a time and flushed the toilet twice and ran the sink. Brushing her own teeth while she was at it. Then she killed the lamp and turned the radio down a bit, but left it on before tip-toeing back upstairs. She snuggled to Cindy and pulled the covers over them all. The feel of the young woman's body in her arms was a true joy to her. She reached out her arm and softly caressed the other two. Betty rolled to kiss her tenderly. They snuggled together and caressed each other to sleep. ------------------------------ Out in the van the detectives settled in for the night. "*This is bullshit.*" said the first. "*I know. But this is the last night. The sheriff said if we didn't get anything on them by tonight we could give it up. So unless they sneak into the guest room and rape the little darlings tonight we can go home in the morning.*" said the second. "*Not bloody likely. I'm amazed they don't watch 'Little House on the Prairie'.*" said the first. "*I'll take first watch if you want to sleep.*" said the second. "*You got it.*" said the first, moving to the sleeping pad. Chapter Twenty-one Denise awoke snuggled to Cindy's side. Betty's firm backside butted up against hers. She softly kissed Cindy on the cheek and slipped out to the bath. A little bit later Andrea entered while she was brushing her teeth. She used the toilet and then moved to brush her own. She caught Denise's hand and held it while she finished brushing, then pulled her into a warm kiss. "Mmm good morning to you too. Did you sleep well?" Denise asked. "Mmm like a baby..... I wanted to thank you especially." Andrea said, kissing her again. "Mm what for?" Denise asked, snuggled to the young woman's lithe body. "Last night was possible because of you. Because you cared enough about me and Cindy to make it possible. Last night was the first night I didn't have to lie to my folks about what I was doing." Andrea said, teary eyed. "Well, I'm glad it worked out like it did. It looks like maybe you might be able to move in with us this summer too." Denise said, holding her to her. Andrea hugged her tightly. "I just love you so much I could bust at times." she said. "I love you too, Andrea. Come on. Lets go make breakfast for our loves." Denise said, leading her out of the room. They donned their robes and slippers and made their way down to the kitchen. The coffee was already brewed. Denise poured them both a cup and then lifted Andrea onto the counter and kissed her deeply. Her hands teasing inside Andrea's robe. Andrea giggle d a bit and responded. Denise stepped back and admired her form sitting on the counter. Andrea playfully parted her legs and touched herself lightly. "Mmm you just keep doing that while I cook." Denise said, quietly. Andrea smiled back at her, but kept up her stimulation. Her breath became heavy in her chest and her face flushed. "Not so fast, please." Denise said quietly, but bent and took a swipe at the area with her tongue. Andrea had a sharp intake of breath and her body quivered a bit, but then she slowed her attentions on herself to moderate their effect. "That's better." Denise said, softly. It took longer than normal to cook up enough breakfast strips for four, French toast and eggs. While cooking the breakfast strips Denise pulled Andrea's robe over her leg and side to protect her young skin from the hot splatters. While waiting for the Fr ench toast to brown she moved over and softly caressed the girls breasts and shared long kisses with her. She held Andrea's hands gently between hers and kissed her tenderly. She looked her in the eye and seriously asked her: "How do you want your eggs?" Andrea broke out in a grin and hugged her a moment. "Poached." she said. "Poached it is." Denise said, seriously. Kissing her once more. Andrea looked at her sort of funny like. A tear forming in her eyes. "What?" Denise asked, concerned. "Only that I will love you forever." Andrea said, softly. Denise added a table spoon of water, covered the pan and turned the heat off. Then moved to Andrea. She pulled her own robe open and pulled her against her as she kissed her passionately. Andrea's body shuddered halfway through the kiss and a soft moan e scaped her lips. "Breakfast looks good." Betty's voice chuckled behind them. "Mm is good." Denise said, turning to meet her lips. Cindy moved to Andrea and took up where Denise left off, with the same effect. Cindy raised an eyebrow at her. "My, you're cranked up this morning." she said, turning to share the same with Denise. Betty moved to Andrea and kissed her good morning. Again Andrea went off. "Goodness. Such passion so early in the morning." Betty said, quietly. Denise moved back into her original position, hugging Andrea to her. Because she was still sitting on the counter, Denise had to tip her head back to kiss the young woman and her breasts pushed against Andrea's abdomen. Andrea's were right before her fa ce. "Since you two are up, you can fend for yourselves. I think after breakfast us two will sneak off for a little snuggle." Denise said, softly kissing a nipple. "I think with as cranked up as she is that you are going to need help. We'll take second shift." Betty chuckled. "Who's poached eggs?" Cindy asked. "Andrea's. I hadn't started mine yet. If you wish to use the pan then I can go without." Denise said, holding Andrea's gaze. "No, it would be a pleasure to cook for you. One or two, what style?" Cindy asked. "One, poached please." Denise replied, not taking her eyes off Andrea who had her legs wrapped around behind her and was feeling her breasts. "Did you two do something I missed last night or something?" Cindy asked. "Do you remember our week? How you felt when your parents knew where you were and had given their okay?" Denise asked, softly. "Oh... now I understand. Carry on." Cindy said, half chuckling. "Oh, we fully intend to." Andrea said, hoarsely, lifting Denise's chin and kissing her passionately. "Well, Andrea's breakfast will be on the table when she's ready for it." Cindy said, moving her eggs onto a plate with some French toast. "Oh, I think she's ready for it." Denise said, dreamily. "I mean her breakfast." Cindy chuckled. "Oh... that too." Denise said. She reached behind Andrea and hefted her off the counter. She slid down Denise's front until their breasts and lips merged. Denise walked her back to a chair and sat her down. Reluctantly Andrea finally released her. "Excuse me. I've got to go wake up the girls." Denise chuckled. "I'll come." Cindy said, dropping in beside her. Her arm moved around Denise's waist as they walked to the guest room. "Rise and shine! Come on girls, time to wake up. Breakfast is going cold." Denise said, loudly. She pulled Cindy into her arms and kissed her tenderly. Cindy moaned like she was just waking up. "I told you not to stay up too late. Come on, wake up. Or it's breakfast for the hogs." Denise said, cupping Cindy's buns. "You don't have any hogs." Cindy moaned, cupping Denise's buns. "Got a garbage disposal that works as well. Come on. That's a girl, Andrea. Don't talk or try to think. Just get in the shower." Denise said, teasing between Cindy's legs with her fingers. They shared a long deep kiss. Cindy's fingers probing at Denise's womanhood also. "Alright. What are we doing this morning anyway?" Cindy asked, fighting to keep her voice even as Denise's hand had slipped around in front and was rubbing between her legs. "Homework for one. We let you slide last night. Betty and I have to go over the plans on the house. It will be a good time for you girls to do your homework." Denise said. Cindy let out a realistic moan. Denise moved the fingers to her mouth and licked at them teasingly. Then returned them between Cindy's legs as they melted again into a kiss. Denise walked her back into the bathroom and turned on the shower, never losing lip contact. Cindy pulled her robe open to share skin to skin contact with her as they kissed. "That should do." Denise whispered. "I'm just getting started." Cindy giggled back, quietly. "Let's go eat. We've got lots of time for this." Denise whispered., finally pulling away. Cindy pushed her lip out in a mock pout, then followed her back to the kitchen. Denise flushed the toilet on the way out of the bathroom. Andrea was sitting on Betty's lap when they got back. They were caressing each other's breasts as Betty attempted to eat. She shared a breakfast strip with Andrea between her teeth. Denise sat down with Cindy on her lap and did the same, finally she rocked Cindy off her lap. "I think it's clear we all have the same thing in mind. So lets eat in our own chairs so we can get to it." she said, quietly. "I truly love her brain." Betty chuckled, quietly. --------------------------- "*Well, that tears it. The girls spent the night alone. The most exotic thing they've done is one showering while another used the toilet. Lets pack up and get out of here.*" said the first agent. "*Yeah, I'm with you. I don't intend to listen to the girls studying for two hours while the older ones talk about curtains in mumbles we can't hear. Let's get out of here and go get breakfast. Meet me at Jakes.*" said the second, shutting down the recor der. "*Your on. I'll even buy.*" said the first. "*Yeah, and add it to your expense report.*" chuckled the second. They stored the laser in it's travel case and labeled the tapes. Then the first climbed out and drove the compact while the second drove the van. As they pulled away the residents of the house finished their breakfast and then headed back upstairs. Denis e turning the shower in the guest room off on the way. ---------------------- An hour later Cindy lay panting in Denise's arms. Four bodies glistened with perspiration. Andrea was snuggled in Betty's arms. They still kissed softly from time to time as they caught their breath. Denise lightly drew her fingers over Cindy's breasts and Cindy found herself quivering a bit inside. Despite all the loving they had just done, Denise's touch could still affect her so. "I think, that I shall love you all forever." Cindy mused. "What a lovely thought. Can I share it?" Denise asked, pulling her atop her. "Mmm you can share anything I've got as much as you'd like." Cindy said, nuzzling her neck. "That so? Hmm then how about you sitting on my face for about another hour?" Denise giggled. "Nope! My turn. I haven't tasted my youngest love this morning." Andrea said, rolling over next to them. "Girls, girls. There's plenty to go around. Let's not squabble." Cindy chuckled. "No, she's right. It is her turn. I think I see a worthy recipient over yonder though." Denise said. She kissed Cindy deeply and then rolled her over atop Andrea. Denise moved around and pulled Betty into her arms. "Hello." she said, kissing her softly. "Mmm hello to you, my love." Betty replied, beginning to caress her body. "Andrea's statement made me realize I hadn't properly kissed *Euneika* good morning." Denise said, kissing at her neck. "Mmm that sounds delightful, she's missed your lips for a few days." Betty said, teasing Denise's nipples. "Only because you wouldn't let me do the same shameless thing to you as you did to me when it was my period." Denise said. "That's okay, she was kissed *almost* enough by *Aphrodite*. That's one of the wonderful things about her, she can always find a nice place to rub." Betty said. "Well as nice as that was, these lips missed her." Denise said, kissing downwards. Betty succumbed to her attack. Her body quivering in bliss as she listened to the two young women next to them happily lapping at each other. She pulled Denise's hips over her head and made it unanimous. After about four orgasms a piece, the women broke pairs and made a square. They stayed that way for almost another hour. Nobody counted how many orgasms they gave each other. Later they slipped off and showered in pairs. Cindy and Andrea took the upstairs shower and Denise and Betty took the guest bath. Afterwards they lounged around in their robes as they sipped coffee once more. Betty came into the library to see what Denise was up to. Denise grinned and played back the final conversation from the van to her. Betty let out a whoop and a holler and jumped onto Denise's lap and kissed her hard. The girls came running in to see what was going on. Denise played them the conversation and the kissing and hugging started all over again. "And now, my little darlings. That all said and done. I think you really should do your homework while Betty and I go over the plans." Denise chuckled. "Awh!" Cindy moaned, "I think I liked it better when we were making love and they thought we were doing homework." "I certainly liked it better." Andrea said, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. "I think she's right, girls. Now we just spent about three hours making love. I want to be able to do that every Saturday morning. You keeping your parents happy is going to make that possible. Now if you study for an hour, then it will be just time for us to go for our run. That's just enough time for Denise and I to do a walk around on the new construction." Betty said. "Yes, my wise love. We shall do as thy bid." Andrea said, moving to kiss her. Cindy moved and shared a tender kiss with Denise and then they changed partners. The girls didn't give them any more lip as they moved off to dress and do their homework. Denise pulled Betty into her arms again after they had left. "Betty, my love. I do believe we have hit the love jackpot with those two." she said, kissing her softly. "I certainly hit it with you." Betty said, sharing another soft kiss. "Mmm Well, we must be fair to the little darlings. Lets go dress and then see how much they've done on your mansion." Denise said, reluctantly releasing her. "*Our* mansion. And you don't fool me a second. You just want to see me in my new running togs." Betty chuckled. "Guilty. Only I promise not to use my teeth on them until we get back." Denise chuckled. "Deal... Oh, before I forget. You get to save my life next week." Betty said. "What, *again?* What this time?" Denise chuckled. "This time you get to save me from my mothers wrath if you didn't show up for thanksgiving dinner with me. Just a quiet little suaree between them and a dozen or two of their less pretentious friends. We don't even have to hide our relationship, but mom would probably be pleased if we didn't rape each other on the table during dinner." Betty said. "Oh... I'd love to spend thanksgiving with you." Denise said, teary eyed. "Just a thought, Jenny said Jake was out of town for several weeks. Why don't you invite her too.... as our shadow has split." Betty said. Denise pulled her back into her arms and kissed her deeply. "You know very well where that would lead, darling. I was quite hoping to spend thanksgiving night snuggled to you." she said, finally. "I fully intend that you shall. I was just thinking that it would be a lovely time to break her in properly. Besides, if you think I'm being self-less you weren't paying attention to the signals that were passing between us two that night she was here." Betty chuckled. Denise smiled at her and pulled her back into another kiss before they went off to dress. The construction was advancing quickly. They actually had some of the sheathing on the roof. The floors were marked with chalk lines to indicate where the walls they needed to build would reside. One bare stud wall ran down in sections already. The contr actor had put that in to handle snow load on the roof while they worked on the rest of the partitions. It also made it easier for them to hang the roof joists. Betty and Denise cleaned the mud off their running shoes before returning into the house. "I don't know if guys get used to this stuff, but I hate it." Betty said. "I think it's just a fact of construction sites and they tolerate it." Denise chuckled. "Maybe. We'd better hurry if we're gonna make it to Billings by one." Betty said, scuffing the last of the mud off her shoes. The girls were all through with their homework and ready to go. They looked great in their running togs. "Ooh, just like Christmas. I hope we get to unwrap them afterwards." Betty chuckled. Andrea and Cindy beamed back at her, but both of them were eyeing Betty's outfit which fit her like a paint job. "You can if we can." Cindy giggled. "I think Denise has been sharpening her teeth for just that purpose, she called first dibs when you two went off to do your homework." Betty chuckled. "No, the girls should be rewarded for doing their homework. I shall just sit back and suffer watching the whole thing." Denise said. "You keep trying to trick me into thinking you are making sacrifices. I know better, little miss voyeur. I know how hot that will get you.....it's a deal!" Betty chuckled. "Thank you. Now come on or we'll miss picking Bobby up on time." Denise said, herding them out the door. "Andrea, Cell phone?" Betty asked. "Whoops... in my bag." she chuckled, running to get it. They finally got loaded into Denise's car and drove to the Billings place. Bobby was just stepping outside as they pulled up. Andrea opened the back door and he got in. "Hi Bobby. Glad to see you could make it." Andrea said. He responded by laying his hand on her leg and squeezing it softly. Denise held her finger to her lips and Bobby nodded. Betty looked at her curiously, but said nothing. She reached back and softly touched Bobby's cheek with her fingers in greeting. He smiled at her. Denise drove to the park and they all piled out and started stretching. Bobby's eyes almost riveted to Betty's outfit. Denise and Cindy sort of giggled between themselves. Andrea stayed in a light hearted mood herself. Enjoying the same view as her broth er. Denise and Cindy stripped off their sweats first, followed by Bobby. Betty set her light jacket into the car and they locked it up. They set off at a light jog to warm up. "So what was this shush stuff in the car? I thought our shadows were gone." Betty asked. "I don't know the range on the bug they have in the cars. If they had an open receiver, they could still be listening to us from a mile away." Denise puffed, lightly. "Oh... You know at times I'm torn between that luscious mind of yours and that outstanding posterior of yours." Betty chuckled. "Isn't that outstanding mind and luscious posterior?" Denise chuckled. "Either fits. I quite love them both." Betty chuckled. "Thank you. I'm quite fond of yours as well, both of them. And speaking of luscious posteriors, why don't you take the lead." Denise prompted. "Sure, and thank you too." Betty chuckled, picking up the pace. Bobby moved up beside her as she set a fast pace for the second lap. They pushed it hard. The view from behind all the incentive the others needed to push themselves to keep up. All the more so for Cindy and Andrea who brought up the rear. After an all o ut lap, Betty and Bobby slowed it down again to an easy jog for the third lap, then down to a walk for the last one. Everybody was glowing with life. The blood rushing through their systems. When they reached the little glad, Denise stalled a bit. "I guess you should know, Bobby. Last night your folks admitted to knowing about Andrea's relationship with us." she said. Bobby looked around and then turned to Cindy. "I guess you're the only one who hasn't heard my voice yet. Hope it isn't too unpleasant." he said, chuckling. Cindy was speechless. She shook her head in reply. Andrea threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. "I think as little of that as possible in public is a good idea." Denise commented. Andrea nodded and disengaged herself. "I'm sorry." she said, "I was just so excited to hear him speak to another." "That's understandable. But precisely the sort of thing we want to avoid if this is going to work in the long term." Denise chided. "Yes, Ma'am." Andrea said. "Don't go getting formal on me either or I will happily paddle that lovely ass of yours." Denise chuckled. "Yes, Ma'am." Andrea chuckled, playfully. "Best not temp her, darling. She did it to me one night. I think there's a bit of masochist mixed in with the voyeur." Betty chuckled. "*I never*." Denise said. "Damn. I was so looking forward to it too. But I'll be good." Andrea said. "Anyway, my point, Bobby. Was that the ground work has been done. Your folks now expect Andrea to be living with us. They know our plan is to try to entice you into talking and doing the same as Betty's boyfriend. So the ball is in your court." Denise sa id. "I know. I won't let you down." Bobby said. "Well, that said, now hush up as we are now visible to others." Denise chuckled. "Just a few more words.... I love you all and I'm grateful to you for standing behind us." he said, misty eyed. "You are quite welcome. Now hush." Denise chuckled back. They walked the rest of the circuit in silence back to the car. Denise and Cindy pulled on their sweats and Betty donned her coat while Bobby pulled his sweat pants back on. They all piled into the car and headed out. Denise pulled into the frozen yogurt drive through. Bobby looked around and grabbed Denise's laptop and typed out his order. Pretty much as Andrea had ordered for him, except with fresh raspberry sauce. They pulled up into a parking stall while they all ate their choices. Afterwards they dropped Bobby off at the Billings house and then drove back to Betty's. The hot tub wasn't the only thing hot. Cindy and Andrea actually did use their teeth to pull Betty's outfit off, after they drug her into the tub after removing only their shoes. Denise watched from the side with the predicted results. After several quick orgasms in the hot tub they moved off to the bedroom again for more loving and then a snugly nap. They awoke about six-thirty and the girls volunteered to make dinn er. Betty watched them cook for a time, just enjoying the sight of their young bodies as they moved. They smiled back at her appreciative gaze. She sighed and went off to find Denise. Denise was in the library working on some software. "You know, I could quite get used to this sort of life." Betty chuckled. "What sort of life are you referring to?" Denise asked, looking at the screen. "Oh, two lovely, young and sexy women fixing me dinner, clad in only loosely tied robes. An outstanding lover sitting working on making us richer and being cute while she does it." Betty chuckled. Denise looked over at her and pulled her into her lap. "Cute am I? This afternoon my mind was luscious and my posterior outstanding." she said, nuzzling Betty behind her ear playfully. "Oh, you are all of that, and then some. Change the order around as you please. You are both luscious and outstanding. And I shall love you at least until the day I die." Betty said, misty eyed, kissing her softly. "My my, love. What brought this on?" Denise asked, kissing at her leakage. Betty hugged her tightly for a time before she replied. "Oh... I guess that it just struck me that it's all really going to happen. Now we've gotten rid of our shadows and June. Both girls parents know about our relationship with their daughters and don't seem to mind, too much at least. I think the Billings are just a bit shocked over the deal but they are warming to it well enough. They are actually dying to help me seduce their son and have him come live here along with their daughter.... I guess it all just hit me. Between walking through the addition to day with you and hearing Bobby speak to Cindy in the park... God, it all seems to be this vast, wonderful dream. But here I am in the arms of the sweetest woman on the planet and she's my own true love. I'm just overwhelmed by it all." Betty said, kind o f shivering against her. Denise held her to her, softly caressing her. They stayed that way for a long time, just snuggled. Finally Betty lifted her head from Denise's shoulder and kissed her long and deeply. "Everything about you is just perfect, Denise. Like the fact that you will pull away from your other passions to spend a quiet moment snuggled with me. Thank you. You can go back to your programming now." Betty said, attempting to slide off her lap. Denise held her to her and kissed her again. "The day programming ever takes priority over you, is the day I'm due for serious electro-shock therapy. Don't be in such an all fired hurry, I'm not done snuggling yet." Denise said, caressing her softly. Betty melted against her and snuggled blissfully. They sat that way for several more minutes before Denise finally kissed her softly and let her loose. "Okay, I suppose I'm done just for the moment. On the condition we do it more later." she said, softly. "Darling. I will snuggle to you happily, anytime, day or night, anyplace. I am yours body and soul." Betty said, kissing her once more. "Ditto, babe. You're on. As you've got mine forever." Denise said, letting her slip away. "Don't forget to call Jenny." Betty said. Denise smiled. "What dress code?" she asked. "Mom said casual. But to her that means outfits that cost less than a grand. I personally would like you to wear your *best jeans*." Betty said, chuckling. "You got it. If you want to scandalize your parents in front of a dozen others who am I to argue?" Denise said. "Mom will love you for it. I will too." Betty said, stealing another kiss before she slipped away. Denise picked up the phone, then set it down again. Instead she hooked the headset into her laptop and called through it. "Hello." Jenny said. "Hi love. How you doing?" Denise asked. "This must be Denise, and how I'm doing would be contingent on why you're calling." Jenny chuckled back. "Well, outward indications are that Mutt and Jeff have packed up their caravan and hit the road. Betty suggested that I invite you along to her folks place for a nasty little suaree for thanksgiving as a prelude to more advanced things later." Denise said. "Sold! What should I wear?" Jenny asked. "Well, I've been invited to wear my best jeans. But I think Betty's just trying to shock her father into giving her an early inheritance. So not strictly formal, but something that will help with the appetites around the table. Her mother said casual, bu t Betty says that means outfits costing less than a grand to her." Denise chuckled. "I have just the one. 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