Message-ID: <19625eli$9902030448@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P7 (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: <36b7f566.1131125@burgoyne.com> ====================================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant Part 7 (posted file #7, not chapter) Chapter Sixteen "I find it hard to believe that I love you more everyday." Betty said, getting ready for work. "Am I that hard to love?' Denise teased. "No, god no! You are easy to love. What I mean is that each time I think that this is all I can feel, only to find myself feeling more.... for you." Betty said, kissing her cheek. "I know what you mean, love. I was teasing. .... I feel the same way." Denise said, catching her and hugging her. "Mmm First time I ever doubted my choice to work. I'd rather stay home and make love with you all day." Betty mused, snuggling to her. "If we did that, then perhaps what we feel would not be so special. The absence makes us hungry for each other. I like it. I like being hungry for you. It drives me to really show you how I feel when we are finally together." Denise told her, softly caressing her back. "You're right of course... as usual. I kind of like being in love with a genius, it's fun. It's almost like you are psychic at times." Betty said, caressing back. "No, I just try to be observant and correlate what I see with what I know. But my psychic side says that if we don't share one last great kiss and get to work, that we will be late." Denise giggled, finding her lips. The kiss was great... and long. "Don't forget we have dinner with my folks tonight." Betty said as they headed out the door. "I won't. I don't think I could. I'm as nervous as that cat in a room full of dogs you mentioned the other night." Denise said. "Nervous? Why?" Betty asked. "Meeting my mates parents? Darling, it is an age long tradition to be nervous about that. They'll want to know that I'm taking care of their little girl." Denise said. "They could easily tell that by the glow that emanates from me. You've got me just oozing with love." Betty said. "Yes, well, lets ooze our way to work." Denise giggled, waving and climbing in her car. Dinner with the folks wasn't as bad as Denise thought it would be. They didn't ask her any embarrassing questions about their relationship. They seemed to take that for granted. The dinner was relaxed and easy. The food outstanding. The setting elegant and opulent. Denise was a bit in awe of Betty's parents house. Much more a mansion than a house. After dinner Betty gave her the tour of the house. Kissing her passionately in her old room. They resisted the urge to use Betty's bed, but just barely. Afterward they sat drinking wine with her folks while Denise told Betty's father about her masters thesis work which he had asked about for some reason. She explained to him why computers would have to go the way of the quantum well. Once they got small enough there was no choice. Betty sat on the chair arm beside her, lightly touching her shoulder in support. They felt comfortable and at ease with their relationship around Betty's parents. When they went to leave, Betty's mother made Denise promise to come back for a little chat with her soon. Denise explaining that her weekends were pretty full, but that she would stop by some day after school for a while. After they were gone, Betty's mother turned to her father. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think... that our little girl has picked herself a winner. That young woman is a real shooting star. She's brilliant, charming, witty, elegant, attractive, sincere, confident, well mannered, well educated, erudite and outspoken. She keeps herself physically healthy and fit...... I'm really a bit jealous of Betty, is what I think." he replied. "Well you'd better get used to her. It's permanent too." she said. "How can you know that?" he asked. "I just do. It's not hard to see that. Those two are in love. I mean head over heels in love. And it's not just infatuation either. It's honest mature love. Like we share. I'm kind of amazed that they didn't stay longer in Betty's room. That they didn't showed great respect for us and each other. If Betty was a boy, you would have just met your new daughter-in-law and would be so proud of his choice that you could bust. I'm that proud of her anyway. I have full intention of treating Denise like my daughter-in- law. I hope you will too." she said. "No harm in treating her that way. She's easy enough to like. I also wouldn't hesitate to invest in her at this point, which I might not do in a typical daughter-in-law. But she's not a very typical young lady. She *knows* what she's talking about. Betty said to find the right research lab but not to purchase it yet?" he asked. "That's what she asked. I think I can understand that. Denise is a pretty devoted *teacher*. Betty's going to have to talk her into doing what she would really be great at. At best she may do part time at each. Betty just wants all the pieces in place when she makes her pitch." she said. "Do *all* women understand each other?" he asked. "Most of us, dear. That's why a good number of us don't like other women." she chuckled. He shook his head a bit as if to clear it. "Well, anyway. That Billings Research Lab would be perfect. It's not too big and cumbersome of an organization, but is well equipped and staffed. I went along just to observe when the investment brokers went in to check it out. Billings himself is doing a good job, but his forte is managing creative people and taking care of the business side. He knows the science side well enough, but lacks the intuition and spark of genius. He just needs an A-grade brain in there to give it direction. He needs Denise." he said. "You went along? Betty said she didn't want the Hart name involved at all for now." she said. "Meet Mr. Hartford. Investment analyst. That's how they introduced me. I just sat back and listened and observed. He doesn't have a clue who I am." he said. "A man of mystery. I like that. Should we go to bed, dear. I'll put on my Mata Hari costume." she giggled. "I shall never understand why women seem fascinated by the slightest intrigue. But I'm not fool enough to argue with it. Yes, lets go to bed. No need for the outfit, I'd just be taking it off." he said. "But that's the whole point and fun, dear." she said, kissing his cheek. --------------------------------------- "I think my folks like you a lot. I could tell." Betty said on the drive home. "You think so. God, I was so nervous." Denise said. "You swept them off their feet with your outstanding with and charm. Yes, I think they fell as hard for you as I did. Mother *does not* invite people she doesn't like to come back." Betty chuckled. "I felt funny turning her down for the weekends, but I really am selfish of that time with all of you. I'm downright hungry for it by the time the weekend arrives. I don't know, I'd feel funny just dropping in after school though. You really think she wants me to?" Denise asked. "Yes, she really wants you to. And don't let her scare you. Now that she's met you in a formal social context, she just wants to meet you informally and chat. It's her way of welcoming you to the family. She's also letting me know that she accepts you by inviting you. And don't feel funny about turning her down on the weekends. I'm sure she understands. Mom's pretty cool for her age." Betty said. "She doesn't seem old to me." Denise said. "Well lets see. She had me when she was twenty, so she's fifty-two. She keeps care of herself pretty well though." Betty said. "Yes she does, I would have guessed late thirties to early forties." Denise said. "Gosh, I understand she was a hot young lady, but not *that* hot. That would have made her *ten* when she had me." Betty chuckled. "I meant from visual information alone. I knew she had to be older as I knew how old you are. But she could have had you younger. If she had had you when she was fifteen, then she would still only be forty-seven." Denise said. "I know, I was teasing you.... So, what do *you* think of *them*? " Betty asked, nervously. "I like them. They aren't at all like I expected, but I don't have much experience being around the rich. So forgive me for thinking they would be stuffy." Denise said. "You are forgiven. A common evaluation and usually correct. Most the rich make me gag. They seem to ooze condescension. Mom and Dad aren't like that. I'm glad you noticed." Betty said, relieved. "That I did. I didn't feel the least amount of condescension. They are confident and secure, but they don't present that in a manner of superiority. Maybe that's why I stayed nervous. Had they been stuffy and haughty I would have reacted by being myself as I wouldn't have cared what they thought." Denise said. "You did fine, love. I felt very proud to present you to them as my mate. I would have been, even if you had ripped off your clothes and swung from the chandeliers, screaming obscenities and picking your nose." Betty said. "Gosh, who told you? I haven't acted like that in *months*." Denise chuckled, then softly: "Thank you. I felt very proud to be by your side." Betty took her hand and held it as they finished the drive home. ---------------------------------------------- "My computer is possessed." Betty told Denise, Thursday afternoon. "Oh, how so?" Denise asked. "It called me several times today and sent me pictures of my back yard. Nobody there in any of the shots." Betty said. "Okay, lets go see why." Denise said, leading her into her office. She fired up the monitor and called in the local pictures it had stored when it made the call. "Gosh, I don't see anything either. Let's see... If we take this and subtract the reference shot from it, it should give us the differences or what the computer called about." Denise said, setting up a program to do that. It took a while. Betty went to fix dinner. She returned just as Denise was starting the program to process the shots. It spit out a series of different shots and Denise set them up in a slide show. She started the show. "There's your demon." Denise chuckled, looking at the images showing the slow progression of a small critter across the yard just inside the bushes. "Here kitty kitty.... Sorry. I could have sworn it was possessed." Betty said. "No, but you don't want it bothering you with neighborhood cats either. I set it to ignore birds, as they come and go quickly and are pretty small. That cat's just big enough to trip the limit. I'll bump it up a bit. All it need do is detect humans. Anything above a small child." Denise said. "It is a fat little sucker. Probably been feeding off mice from that field out there." Betty mused. "And doing a fine job of it from the looks of him.... her, whatever." Denise said, changing her program. She showed Betty how to control the sensitivity of the program controlling her cameras. The inside cameras got different values, more sensitive so they would detect such things as smoke, but house flies or moths would not trip it. The outside cameras got set up so that anything above a five year old child would set them off. Anything inside the house when they were away would trigger an emergency call if the system was activated . The outside cameras would only cause a notification call that someone had been there and supply Betty with pictures. Extremely slow RMS changes in the data would be ignored, like when clouds covered the sun and it got darker. Changes in daylight were actually calculated into the algorithms based upon date and location. Denise explained all this to Betty. "Super. Too bad you can't have it ignore us. Then we could just leave it on." Betty said. "Wish that I could. Face recognition, or body, is a very complex thing. You have cells in your mind that fire only when they recognize my particular face. Some that fire only when they see any faces. We haven't figured out how they do that yet." Denise said. "No kidding.... Well, come on, *Dr. Alvey*. Dinner is served." Betty said. "Oooh, I like the sound of *that*. Maybe I'll go back for my doctorate." Denise chuckled, shutting down the monitor. "You should if you feel like it. But it's hardly necessary if you are going to teach school. What you know now is so far above most high school graduates that it sounds like a foreign language when you get into it." Betty chuckled. "I'm sorry. I know I get passionate about physics and get carried away. I forget that not everyone shares my passion." Denise said. Betty looked at her a moment and then pulled her into her arms and kissed her passionately. "*Whewoooeeee*. What was that one for?" Denise asked, a bit shaky on her feet. "The sexiest people, are those who have a passion about *everything* they do.... I like your passion just the way it is. Don't go messing with it because you think that others may not be interested in or understand what you say. I'm interested in what you say. I may not always understand it, but I am interested. And each time you talk about something that I don't understand, I learn a little bit more about it. Like when you talked about quantum wells to both Andrea's father and then again with mine at dinner the other night when he asked about your thesis. Now I don't pretend to understand how they work, but now I know what they are, and why they are important. It took both those episodes for me to understand that much. So please do not change. I may tease you about things, but that's because I love you. It does not mean I wish you differently." Betty said. "*The sexiest people are those who have a passion about everything they do*... I like it. ... Okay. You're stuck with a nerd who climbs ropes." Denise said. "And you are stuck with a jock who reads books and now knows what quantum wells are." Betty giggled. "I like that too." Denise said, pulling her back and kissing her as Betty had her a moment earlier. "You know this is why I started dinner so early; so we could get to it before midnight." Betty chuckled. "I imagine I can hold my passion long enough to eat..... barely." Denise replied, leading Betty to the kitchen. ---------------------------------------- Dinner at Andrea's was interesting for Betty. Siting next to Bobby she was constantly tempted to turn to him and involve him in conversation. Instead, the conversation was light enough. John talked about what the analysts seemed to be looking at at his company. "They seem to be sniffing out investments for somebody. Kind of a strange bunch really, one guy just sits and listens or observes what's going on or being talked about. He's some sort of high zoot investment analyst. I'm not really hurting for capital, so I don't really know what they are after. They're kind of vague when I ask them. It's like they don't really have the go ahead yet to make me an offer." he said. "And what would you do if they did?" Betty asked. "That would depend on the offer. Right now we're kind of slack. We've got long term projects going that will pay off eventually. But nothing really hot. That's why Denise Alvey interested me. Her work on the quantum well technology is just what we need to take off. What I need is a real science brain to give us impetus. I've got good people and a good set up, but there's not a whole lot of innovation from them. That takes *genius*, if you will." he replied. "You think that Denise is a genius?" she asked. "Not much doubt of that. But I suspect you know that." John said. "I know she's exceptionally bright. She's a constant amazement to me. She set up a security system on my house that uses computer cameras. Yesterday I thought it was possessed because it called my lap top and said someone was in the back yard. The shots showed nothing that I could see. She wrote a program to show us the differences in the shots from the base reference shot and set up the resultant shots in a slide show. Here's this darned big fat kitty cat sneaking through my yard just in the shadow of the bushes. She bumped the sensitivity of the outside portion so that anything above a small child would trip it. But I was amazed at the amount of detail she already had in the program. It already ignored things like cloud cover changes and actually calculated and predicted light changes based on time of day, location and date. No doubt in my mind that she knows her stuff." Betty said. "That's an amazing bit of software you are talking about. Do you know how she detects the changes?" John asked. "She does some sort of sum on the pictures and uses a percentage of RMS change from picture to picture. She just constantly samples the images. A body passing through a field of view will cause a large enough RMS change in the image to cause the program to start recording the images. She has it set up so that outside image changes will cause the computer to call my laptop cellular link and let me know someone was on the property. Any change big enough to trip the inside cameras causes it to make an emergency call to my laptop. If it can't get it, then it calls up my Internet account and uploads the images to that. The idea being if someone steals my computer that we still have the visual evidence to try to retrieve it." Betty replied. "Yes, I understand how that would all work. It's really quite brilliant. That's probably a marketable product right now. In fact I'm sure it is. Do you think she'd be interested in letting us market it for her?" John asked. "Oh gosh... probably. More than likely, really with her teachers salary. I'd be most happy to ask her for you." Betty offered. "Would you please. Here, here's my card. Have her call me at the office." John said, digging out a card. "Okay, dear. Remember you hate stuffy business dinners. This was to be for personal pleasure." Sally chuckled. "It's alright, really. I'm quite enjoying myself. I don't mind talking about Denise and her work. Besides, I'm really quite used to business from being around my father." Betty said. "What does your father do?" John asked. "Oh.. well he's kind of retired now. He just dabbles a bit here and there with investments and such." Betty replied, covering her slip. "What did he do before he retired?" John asked. "Oh, he was involved in paper products. Wholesale really." Betty replied. "Gosh, your not associated with Hart greetings cards are you?" John asked. "Do you think I'd be living on a teachers salary if I was?" Betty chuckled, not really answering the question, but not lying. "No, I guess not. What about Denise's parents?" he asked. "I don't know anything about them, really. She hasn't talked about them much at all." Betty said, thoughtfully. "I'll bet they are nice people, just like she is." Andrea said. "She is quite nice. Bobby's read right through most the books she loaned us. He seems to devour them for some reason. Now he spends his mornings surfing the Internet instead of channel surfing on the TV. I guess there isn't much difference." Sally said. "Quite a bit, I'd say. Not from a difficulty level, but the Internet must be like having ten million channels compared to cable TV." Betty mused. "Well, please thank her for us anyway. He seemed to enjoy the books and they seem to have gotten him using the computer." Sally said. "Yes, I certainly will.... she mentioned something about installing *project Gutenberg* on his benchmarks. Seems that quite a bit of the public domain literature is available there free for the downloading. Bobby could pick his own books and read them on the computer." Betty said. John jotted the name down on a pad. "Thanks, I'll do a search for the address. That sounds like a good idea." he said. "So are Denise and Cindy joining you two at the cabin tonight?" Sally asked. "Actually, I was going to ask you. Denise wants to help me run a line out to the last camera at the entrance of my property. She has some fancy cable trencher lined up for first thing in the morning. Would you mind so much if Andrea stays over to my place tonight so we can get an early start tomorrow? Then we can all head up to the cabin after our weekly run. Assuming Andrea still wants to run." Betty asked. "Of course I want to run... but I *did* *feel it* from last week. Pretty sneaky of her asking if we wanted to continue it before the effects set in." Andrea giggled. "No, I don't see a problem with Andrea staying over to your house tonight. As long as we know where she is and that she's safe. We just don't want her unsupervised. As mature as she is, she's still only just fifteen." Sally said, pointedly. "Almost sixteen, just after the first of the year." Andrea protested. "That's still too young to be unsupervised. But I see no problem with you being with a couple of school teachers." Sally said. "I won't let her out of my sight." Betty said, looking over at Andrea. Andrea suppressed her smirk. "That's why we didn't mind her staying up at the cabin so much. Not much trouble she could get in up there.... once I locked the liquor cabinet up. No phone lines, so we got her the cellular. I keep tabs on who she calls. That solved the supervision part. But as long as she's with you and takes her cellular, I see no problem with her being just about any where you take her." John said. "I promise that I'll always make sure she has her cellular with her wherever we go. With a *charged* battery on it." Betty chuckled. "I only let it go dead once in a whole year! I simply forgot about it sitting in my pack." Andrea protested. "I was just teasing." Betty chuckled. "As long as we can always reach her and she's under supervision, that's fine." John said. "So how did you get to be a gym teacher?" Sally asked. "Oh, I've always been a bit of a jock. I guess it started with me being a tom-boy as a girl. I was good enough at it that it won me a scholarship to college. I was glad for that. I got my teaching certificate and landed the job at Ballard about four years ago. They needed a gym teacher at the time, so I guess I was sort of a shoe-in. Denise is the odd one to end up as a gym teacher, but she's turned out exceptionally suited to that as well." Betty said. "She strikes me that she would be suited to just about anything she put her mind to." John said. "Yes, everything I've seen her involved with. She kind of shocked me. I walked into the gym one day and here was this sort of nerdish woman hanging from a rope all the way up by the ceiling lecturing her class on how to climb a rope. I wasn't even thinking about how difficult it would be when I asked her to demonstrate it for *all* my classes too. She didn't bat an eye. She went up the rope to the ceiling *seven* times that day." Betty chuckled. "How high is the ceiling?" John asked. "I think thirty-five or forty feet." Betty replied. "So up to two-hundred-eighty feet in a day? Yes, that is quite remarkable. I remember climbing ropes in the army. It's not as easy as most people would think." John said. "Yes, I know, I couldn't climb one all the way up even once until she showed me how.. ... Well, thank you for a lovely dinner. I think Andrea and I better get going if we are going to get an early start of it tomorrow." Betty said. "Thank you for coming. It's been interesting. You are kind for taking the time." Sally said. "Not at all. Who could say no to having dinner with such an attractive man... even if he doesn't say much." Betty said, looking at Bobby. John and Sally smiled at her. Bobby said nothing, just finished his dinner. Andrea gathered up her things, including extra cellular batteries, and hugged her folks. "Got your homework?" Betty asked. Andrea grinned and patted her backpack. "You be good now. Do you need anything up to the cabin? I forgot to ask." Sally suddenly asked, concerned. "Now you sponsored our whole weekend last week. I'll take care of the food this time. I don't want this to be a burden to you just because you are doing *us* a favor." Betty said. "Oh.. that's mighty nice of you. But it's no burden at all, really. We would have to pay for Andrea's food anyway. Here, let me give you some money for groceries." Sally said, snagging her purse. "No way. You paid for four people to eat *well* last weekend. I'll make you a deal. You can sponsor us every fourth time we go up there. This time it's on me." Betty said. She offered twenty to Andrea anyway. "Alright. It's a deal. But we usually cover for Cindy as well. Anyway, you'd better take this, Andrea. So you will have some spending money." she said. "No thank you. I have money still. I'm learning how to be frugal." Andrea said. John and Sally just looked at each other in sort of shock. Andrea had always taken money from them before, even asked for it. Lots of it. "Well, thank you for a lovely dinner. We'll see you Sunday evening. Bye Bobby, nice sitting by you." Betty said, waving at him. They made their way out to the car. John and Sally still stood looking shocked. "Well, that's certainly different." John said. Sally just nodded, still in shock. ------------------------------------------------------ Dinner at Cindy's was relatively uneventful. The story of the cat on the security cameras got repeated. Everybody laughed. They chatted about Cindy's progress at school and Marge and Sam's upcoming vacation. Marge asked about their plans for the weekend and Dense told them that they had nothing really special planned. Betty had the new plans back from the architect to look at. They were going to lay the cable for her entrance camera in the morning. Then their weekly run and then up to Andrea's cabin until Sunday night. Sam seemed amazed that Denise could run a trencher. "Not really a trencher. Just a unit that cuts the ground with this knife blade and threads the cable as it goes. Not much to it. You just back it up slow. The cut is so narrow you just walk on it to reseal it." Denise explained. "I guess I'm just not used to women doing that sort of thing." Sam said. "It's a different world, love. As you should realize. It's not like you at all to be sexist like that." Marge said. "I'm not sexist. I didn't say they *couldn't* do it, I said I just wasn't *used* to it." Sam chuckled. "He has a point. It's not very common. When I went to reserve it for rental they asked me if my husband would be picking it up so they could show him how to use it. When I said I would be running it and already knew how they were floored. And it's not really that tough to do. You just lower the blade and back it up slowly. If you trip and fall or something it has a dead-man switch on it and it just shuts down." Denise said. "So how did *you* learn to run one?" Sam asked. "When I was in college. We had to run some computer cable between buildings. The maintenance people were booked pretty solid and we needed it run right away. They offered the machine. I figured it out pretty much on my own. I made a few test passes in some soft dirt and then went for it with the cable. I was really impressed with how slick it worked. Only problem I had was when I hit a rock, but the blade just rode up over it and then sank again. It wasn't a problem as it was deep enough. I guess you'd have to stop and dig if it wasn't deep enough, but a shovel doesn't take any brains." Denise replied. Cindy was sitting on her lap as she drank an after dinner cup of coffee. She kissed her cheek. "Isn't she great?" she asked. "Yes dear, we think so too. And after tomorrow you will know how to run a cable layer too." Marge chuckled. "I'm gonna learn to be a carpenter too. We're all going to work on the inside of the extension to Betty's house. Denise and Betty are going to show me how." Cindy said. "I think, love, that Betty and I are going to be getting *a lot* of advise on that from the contractor. We'll be doing the work, but carpentry isn't just cutting and nailing boards. I think that they will lay out where the walls go and show us how to build the first one. Then we will do the rest." Denise said. "I'd be glad to help with that. I did a little carpentry work to supplement our income when I first got back from the military. As Cindy will be staying there, I'd be glad to help you." Sam offered. "Thank you. We may just take you up on that.... Well, pumpkin. Should we go? I'm sure Betty and Andrea are wondering where we got off to." Denise asked Cindy. Cindy nodded and went to collect her things. "How's Bobby doing?" Sam asked. "Seems to be coming along. According to Andrea, he's taken to surfing the Internet each morning after his exercises. I sent word with Betty about a site where he could download books that were in the public domain so he could pick his own to read on the computer. The more we can get him interacting with the world, the better." Denise replied, gathering her coat. "Great. When are you going to try E-mail with him?" Marge asked. "Soon, I think. I need to talk to Andrea about what her and Jenny talked about this week. Jenny's running that show as far as I am concerned. She's the one with the most psychology experience. She's certainly been right about most things she told me." Denise replied. "Well, you take care and have an enjoyable weekend. As I'm sure you will. Is there a phone up at the cabin?" Marge asked. "No, Andrea's cellular. And Betty's laptop has a cellular link in it. Probably the easiest way to reach us is by sending E-mail to her account. She'll get it on her laptop. Otherwise Andrea's cellular, but I don't have that number. You could get it from her parents if you needed it." Denise said, putting on her jacket. "We have that number anyway. Cindy gave it to us long ago. I'd just forgotten that we had it." Marge replied. Cindy came out with her bag and coat. "Homework?" Denise asked. Cindy patted her bag. "Good. I may just give you another lesson in computers on Betty's new system. It sure is a little screamer. Much faster than mine." Denise said. "I'd be interested in how you configured her system. We need some more systems for work and getting them set up and working with all compatible peripherals can be tough." Sam said. "Gladly. I'll E-mail the particulars of the system -where we got it and who we talked to- to your account this weekend so you will have it for Monday." Denise said. "*E-mail*. Seems everybody's got it now." Marge said. "That's the way the world works now. It's much more convenient than playing phone tag with someone. You can send them a message at three in the morning without disturbing them too. With a set up like Betty's laptop with it's cellular link, you could run a whole business from your car or wherever you are." Denise replied. "Yes, I'd be interested in that too. I could use one myself." Sam said. "I'll include that. Well, you kids have fun this weekend too." Denise said, hugging Marge and then Sam. Cindy hugged them too and they left. "Kids?" Cindy asked in the car. Denise chuckled. "They aren't much older than I am love. I still feel like a kid inside. I've heard from old folks that you never stop feeling like one. Your body just slows down. That's what the weekly run is all about. Slowing up the slowdown." Denise chuckled. "I guess I just never thought about you being the same age as my parents." Cindy said, thoughtfully. "Yes love. About the same. Had I gotten pregnant when I was the same age as you were when you started fooling around with Andrea, I could have a daughter your same age. Why, thinking of trading me in on a newer model?" Denise teased. "Not on your life. You're stuck with me forever. It just seems odd is all." Cindy said. "Well, age is a funny thing. To me -and I'm quite sure, to your parents- it seems just a blink ago that we were your age. I am just the age I happen to be. You are just the age you happen to be. As long was we have enough in common with each other for our relationship to be interesting to both of us, I guess it doesn't matter how old either of us is. At least it doesn't to me. There are some logistics problems with it, but I think we can deal with that." Denise said. "What logistics problems?" Cindy asked. "Like the fact that you need yet to go through both high school, and then - I hope- college, where Betty and I have been through that already. There is the fact that you will have to learn to drive and get your license and that you will need a car and insurance. We will have to figure how to list your address on your license and insurance. How to cover you and Andrea on mine and Betty's cars if you drive them. The world isn't set up for doing things outside the normal way. We don't fit into their neat little categories. How do we list you for health insurance? That sort of thing. Then there are the logistics problems of the fact that you and Andrea are minors and therefore aren't allowed to go some places. We can't take you into bars, not that we spend a lot of time in them anyway, but if we go out to dinner, you two can't drink wine with us. They aren't serious problems, but they do exist. That's why I call them logistics problems." Denise replied. "I don't want to be a problem for you in any way." Cindy said. "You're not. I wouldn't have even mentioned them had you not asked. Those sort of problems are of minimal importance to me. *You* are of *major* importance to me. I'd gladly handle logistics problems all day just to spend a few precious moments with you each week." Denise said, taking her hand and squeezing it warmly. Cindy sighed contentedly. They drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. ------------------------------------------------------- Betty's laptop beeped at her on the way to her house. Puzzled she pulled over and opened it up. Her monitor program informed her that there was an intruder on her grounds. She thought it likely the cat again, but when she called in the image she found it was something else. The infrared range of the outside cameras supplying a very clear picture of June lurking around her back yard with a camera. "She doesn't give up, does she?" Betty mused, showing the image to Andrea. "No.. Apparently not." Andrea said, moodily. "Don't worry love. We know she's there. She doesn't know that we know. We just shut the drapes and shutters and let the computer keep an eye on her. At this point she's guilty of trespassing. I could simply call the police and tell them that I have an intruder in my yard and she goes to jail. I don't think I want to do that though. Not yet. So hang back giving me a kiss when we get home. She's not going to spoil our weekend." Betty replied, shutting the computer and pulling back into traffic. "I wished I could warn Denise and Cindy though." she mused. "I could call Cindy's on my cellular." Andrea offered. Betty glanced at the dash clock. "They've probably already left. They'll be coming from Cindy's place, so I'll just pull over before we get home and wait for them. At that convenience store down the road will work." Betty said. She stopped where she said and Andrea went in an got a soda while they waited. A short while later Betty spotted Denise's car and flagged them. "What's up?" Denise asked, when she pulled in and got out. "According to your little security system we have a visitor at home." Betty said. "Fat cat again?" Denise chuckled. Betty showed her her laptop. "Oh shit. She doesn't give up, does she." Denise said. "I don't see it as a problem. I say we let her freeze waiting for a compromising shot and never give her one. There are lots of places inside that aren't exposed to the windows out back where we can be intimate. Or I can just call the sheriff and have her carted off. I really just stopped here to give you two a warning about it. We couldn't call as you had probably already left. I wish you had a laptop link like mine. We'll talk about that at home though." Betty said. "No, I don't want to call the sheriff on her yet. But it may come to that. Since we know she is out there, then we can act accordingly. See you at your place." Denise said. Betty and Andrea got back into her car and drove off. Denise followed her. They kind of chuckled as they got out of the cars and got their bags. They didn't walk in with their arms around each other as usual. Denise's eyes just flicked to the rear as they left the carport. They each locked their car. Inside they carted the bags upstairs. In the relative privacy they all kissed and hugged. Then went downstairs. "Soda's girls." Denise told them, "Let's not give her anything she could use. Betty and I will drink the same. How about a movie and some pop- corn?" "Won't be the same without being able to snuggle." Cindy said, mopily. "This is just one of those age related logistics problems I was talking about. Because you are both minors we can't be seen doing anything she could use against us. But look at it another way; I personally am going to smile knowing that she's freezing her butt off out there just waiting for us to do something. While we are warm and comfortable in here. Then we go off to bed and make love to our hearts content and she still has nothing but a cold butt. Tomorrow night we go up to Andrea's cabin and can snuggle all we want. In the meantime the computer sits and collects even more evidence we could use against *her*." Denise offered. Cindy and Andrea looked at each other and sort of giggled. "How about we just sit around the fire sipping our soda's and eating popcorn for a while and then go to bed." Betty offered. They did that. Denise suggested that the girls make love first in the guest room, closing the shutters and drapes. They would call them when it was safe. June cursed them quietly. All she could take pictures of was them arriving together and then sitting around the fire eating popcorn and drinking sodas. She was cold and pissed off by the time she gave up for the night. They hadn't kissed or even suggestively touched since they arrived. She moved in as close as she dared to get shots of them heading for bed. The girls headed for the guest room and Denise and Betty upstairs. Then nothing. The lights out. June didn't even realize she was leaving footprints in the soft garden soil. June made her way back to where her car was parked. Maybe the shots of them at Betty's were enough if Andrea's parents thought she was up at the cabin. That nasty little girl's -Cindy's- parents seemed to be in on it somehow. ---------- "Well, she's gone. See here she's heading out the front. She looks cold. Couldn't happen to a more deserving person." Denise said, turning Betty's laptop to her. "Yes, damn fine idea you had for that security system. But I want you to have a laptop like mine until this is resolved. I could have missed you at the store and she would now have the shots she needed to hurt us. This is precisely the kind of tool that money was meant to be used for. To protect our lifestyle. So do it for me, will you. Please. Let me get you one?" Betty asked. "I'm going to be indebted to you into the next century. A cell phone alone would be cheaper." Denise argued. "Maybe, but not as versatile. Just think of the laptop as an extension of the security system here. You'll need it to turn off the system to get in without having mine go apeshit. Plus you can communicate directly with mine or send E-mail to anybody from anywhere." Betty said. "Alright. But I don't need one as fast or as fancy." Denise argued. "You will get the same model exactly. I know enough about technology to know that the slower ones will have almost zero resale value in the future, but this one would always be usable and thus retain a major portion of it's value. Besides, I'm selfish in this. I know you will develop whiz bang programs for yours and then I get to use them on mine. This insures compatibility." Betty said. "Alright. To make you happy." Denise said, kissing her cheek. "To make me happy, you'd have an entire system just like mine. I almost got you one the night we got mine, but I knew you wouldn't take it. But I look at it as an investment in *our* future. Even more so now." Betty said. "How so?" Denise asked. "Because tonight I was telling the Billings about Mr. Fat Cat and Mr. Billings took an interest in your software. He wants to market it for you. In fact he was quite excited about the prospect. If you are going to be insistent on paying me back for everything, then I'm going to make it easy on you to do so. You are going to get your system, just like mine. You can use it to develop software that Billings can market. You will make beau-coo bucks and we can live happily ever after." Betty said. "Billings wants to market my software? Really?" Denise asked, excited. "Yes love. The software you originally developed to collect your little student gallery is going to earn you big bucks. I think it's humorous. But I'm certain that you have other software that he can market too. I watched you whip up a program yesterday that would show you the differences in a group of graphic pictures in nothing flat. You can make that an integral part of the package. Specify this hardware, this platform and your software and presto, you have a versatile security system. One that will work in banks, stores, homes, small businesses and adaptable to remote locations by cellular link. Variations could be used by the wildlife people to keep track of animal behavior. He can even market *value added* turn key systems. He's got an established sales force and company to market it. All you need do is play with your box." Betty chuckled. "Speaking of which, lets go get the girls." Denise chuckled. "Alright. How do I store this stuff so it doesn't fill up my drive?" Betty asked. "Your computer will burn CD-ROM's just like mine. That cost you an extra couple of hundred on your system, but it's a good way to archive stuff. I've got some blanks in my stuff. I'll show you how to do it." Denise said. "Tomorrow. I want all my lovelies snuggled to me for now." Betty said. "Yes, your ladyship. Your wish is our command." Denise chuckled. Denise went down and retrieved the girls. They were amusing themselves just fine. She caught them mid-flagrato. "When you are through there, you're welcome to do the same to us if you'd like. She's gone." Denise chuckled. They almost dragged her into bed with them, but she talked them into coming upstairs instead. Betty reset the outside alarms, plugged her laptop into it's charger and then joined them on the bed. The wait only served to make them all hungrier. "Denise's labors have saved the day once again. I think we should all thank her properly." Betty suggested. The girls looked at each other and then lunged at her. Betty was first to home base so the girls each took a nipple. Denise managed to persuade them to alternate between kissing her and their selected targets. Having three tongues on her at a time quickly sent her over the edge multiple times. They didn't let up till she passed out. Then the girls turned on Betty. She followed Denise shortly as the girls had discovered that her large clitoris would allow them each to lick it on a side. Sharing their tongues across the top. Afterwards the girls moved to mutually please each other -again- until they were quite ready for sleep. They somehow managed to crawl up and snuggle into their favorite spots. They pulled the covers up over them all and then caressed each other to sleep. ------------------------- Denise and Betty awoke simultaneously with hot tongues upon their clitorises. They half sat up gasping in pleasure and found Cindy and Andrea respectively taking sips of coffee and diving again. It didn't take long to send them both over the edge. The girls moved up and cradled them in their arms as they lay gasping for breath. "Coffee?" Andrea asked, after a time. "Yes, please. That was certainly an interesting way to wake up." Betty gasped. "You said you had to get up early to go get the cable machine." Cindy said. "Certainly the most effective alarm clock I ever experienced." Denise said, breathlessly. Cindy kissed her tenderly and then had her sit up. Andrea did the same to Betty. Then they put their serving trays around them. On each was a single red rose. "Thank you. And just where did you get these?" Denise asked, hugging Cindy to her. "Yesterday on the way home from school. Andrea and I planned it at school yesterday. I stopped and got them both and kept them in my fridge until you pulled in last night. Then I stashed them in my bag." Cindy replied. Betty pulled Andrea down and kissed her tenderly, but kept it shallow. "I've got to *go*. That little wake up trick of yours just did a fine job of making it critical." Denise chuckled, moving her tray aside. "Right behind you love." Betty said, moving her tray. "Brush your teeth while you are at it. I want a decent kiss." Andrea called after them. "Me too." Cindy called. After a bit the two returned and fulfilled the girls request, they changed sides and did it again, then crawled into bed and resumed their breakfast. "Did you two eat?" Denise asked. "While we were making it." Cindy replied, snuggled to her side, sipping coffee. "So what's this cable machine thingy we have to get?" Andrea asked. "To run the camera for the gate. We have to lay the cable under the ground." Denise replied. "Gate! That's it! I didn't even think of it!" Betty gasped. "What?" Denise asked. "I've got that big gate out there that I never use because it is such a hassle to open and close. I'll just have a mechanism put on it that we can open from our cars like a garage door. Then she can't even get on the property. The rest of the place is fenced beneath those pyracantha bushes. She'd pay dearly to even get to the fence to climb it." Betty chuckled. "She could climb that gate easily enough." Denise said. "I don't think so. She's not all that athletic. Besides I can have it modified a bit to make it less scalable. I'll call and have it done Monday. I doubt I could find anyone today.. but maybe." Betty said, thoughtfully. "I don't know that walling *us* *in* is the answer. Besides, what if the mechanism failed, you couldn't get in your own house and neither could I." Denise said. "I could always hang a nice fat rope. We both know how to climb them now and I doubt seriously if she does." Betty chuckled. "I thing they are getting silly now." Cindy mused. "What do you two expect us to be like, waking us up like that?" Denise chuckled, kissing her cheek. "We thought you'd like it." Andrea said, kind of sadly. "We did, love. It was wonderful. We're just teasing." Betty said, pulling her into a full kiss. "If you two finish your breakfast then we can make love before we have to go get the cable thingy." Andrea said when Betty let her up. "That sounds delightful, love. And thank you for breakfast and the rose. It was sweet of you." Betty said. "Yes, thank you both. I shall personally make it my task to properly thank you when I'm finished eating. Especially considering the thanking I got last night." Denise giggled. "Oh oh, payday." Cindy mused. "I'm a-scared." Andrea giggled. "You should be. I have tricks you haven't even guessed at. I'm sure Betty does too." Denise giggled. "Actually, love. I learned most my tricks from you." Betty said, kissing her cheek. "Not all of them you didn't. Have you tried that little figure-eight ditty on Andrea yet?" Denise asked. "Now that you mention it, no." Betty chuckled, looking at Andrea hungrily. "Look at that look! Now I really am a scared." Andrea said, seriously. "No need to be afraid love. You'll love it..... You just won't be talking very well afterwards." Betty chuckled, mischievously. "So what do you have in mind for me?" Cindy asked Denise, nervously. "Oh... Maybe just a sixth order pump up triple whammy." Denise mused. "Not the *SOPTW*?" Betty gasped, "But she's so young!" "I know... but I think her cardio- vascular system can take it." Denise said, thoughtfully. "Perhaps... but the long term effects.... The lymph system wasn't designed to take that kind of punishment." Betty said, seriously. "She'll recover. I have faith in her." Denise replied, unconcerned. "I think they are teasing us." Andrea said. "We'll see." Denise said, simply, wiping her lip with a napkin and sipping at her coffee. The girls looked at each other in concern. Betty and Denise were doing their best to keep a straight face. "You *do* have smelling salts, don't you?" Denise asked, seriously. "Mmm let me think... No I don't." Betty replied. "That's okay. We can pick some up while we go get the trencher. They'll probably last that long." Denise said. "Now I know that they are teasing us." Cindy giggled. Denise picked up her tray and then swung off the bed and put it on the dresser. She turned to Cindy and suddenly swept her up into her arms, picking her up and kissed her deeply while she held her in her arms. Betty took her cue. She wiped her lip, took her tray, swung her feet off the bed and placed it next to Denise's. Then she moved to Andrea, who looked fearful. She picked her up and kissed her as Denise was doing Cindy. Denise lay Cindy on the bed gently and then moved over her. Cindy now a bit fearful herself from the passion in Denise's kiss. Denise moved down and began her sixth order pump up triple whammy, although she was making it up as she went. Betty lay Andrea back in her spot on the bed and moved over her. She held her head in her hands as she bent and kissed her deeply. Moving between the young girls thighs as she kissed her. Then she held her gaze as she began to move her hips over her in a figure-eight pattern. Andrea gasped as she realized it was for real... and felt *incredibly* good. Denise's little finger snaked into Cindy's vagina and moved about picking up her natural lubrication. Meanwhile her tongue was tracing a path along her labia lips, skipping back and forth. She added her saliva to her little finger when she withdrew it and then began to tease Cindy's anus tenderly with it. She began to work her middle finger into Cindy's vagina until it was moving freely. She dribbled a bit more saliva onto he little finger and then licked her way up along the labia lips and around the clitoris. Cindy almost melted. She was moaning softly and her breath became heavy and labored. The finger inside her vagina found her G-spot and began to tickle it as the little one worked it's way gently into her anus. The tongue teased around the edges of the clitoris until Cindy thought she would die if Denise didn't zero in. Denise took her time. Using her senses to detect Cindy's level of arousal. When she began to tense up a bit, Denise slowed her rate of climb by changing the stimulation just a bit. Her fingers spread out from Cindy's anus to up around her clitoris. They pushed inwards from in front counterpoint to the one inside on the G-spot. The effect was to cause the clitoris to stand out fully accessible to Denise's tongue while supplying her the leverage she needed on the finger inside to properly stimulate the G-spot. The little finger tenderly teased inside her anus supplying the third component of the triple whammy. Which was real enough. The sixth order pump up was all hype, but if she actually managed to bring Cindy to the edge six times before letting her go over then would be certainly memorable enough to convince her it was a real technique. Cindy's body already longed for release. She quivered and moaned as Denise skillfully brought her to the edge. Then she teased her just a bit to hold her there for a long time. Andrea was gasping for breath. Each time Betty moved her hips, her large clitoris moved upwards over hers. Always up through the middle and down on the outside. Each motion reversing the sides her hips were on. Betty held her gaze confidently. Knowing she was causing incredible pleasure to the young woman as well as herself. She brought her up to the edge and then slowed her motions. Then softly rocked her hips back and forth to keep her there. Listening to Cindy as a clue to keep them in synchronization. Cindy thought she would explode. Denise had kept her on the edge for seemingly an eternity. Now she let her slide gently back away from it. "One." Denise said just loud enough for her to hear. Cindy heard it and knew she was in trouble. Betty slowed her motions to a sensual rock that let Andrea -and herself- slide back from the edge to match Cindy. Denise began to tease Cindy back to the edge again. Flicking her tongue over the top of her clitoris. When the climb became too rapid Denise would slide off to the side a bit, alternating sides. Her fingers inside both her orifices and her hand laying on her abdomen telling her exactly Cindy's state of arousal. She slowed the approach down a bit to give Betty a chance to catch up again. Betty took her cue and was back into her figure-eight movement. Andrea again starting her climb like Cindy. Cindy felt her whole body tingling. Denise had never kept her on the edge like this. She was already gasping for breath. Her hands moved to her own breasts and teased the nipples in an attempt to trip herself over the edge. Denise countered exactly, controlling her passion as an abstract thing. She worked her up to the very edge again and held her there. Keeping her on the precipice with tiny flicks of her tongue over her clitoris. Softly stimulating her G-spot as the little finger gently teased inside her anus. Just letting her know it was there. When Cindy's whole body was quivering like a plate of gelatin, Denise let her slide back again. "Two" she said. Cindy moaned audibly in response. Knowing she was in for the orgasm of her life when Denise finally let her have it. Andrea was in a similar mode. Betty was controlling her perfectly. She found her gaze locked with Betty's. Held hypnotically as the older woman skillfully teased her to the edge and kept her there. She had fewer feed- back tools than Denise, but the look on Andrea's face was sufficient. The women continued their game of stimulation and withdrawal up through each count up through five. Now both girls were gasping uncontrollably. Tears ran down both their cheeks. They whipped their heads back and forth and goose bumps ran in rivulets over their tender bodies. They were each coiled like a piece of spring steel, just waiting for an avenue of release. Denise teased Cindy up to the very edge and held her there once more. This time she held her longer than even all the others. Cindy was gasping for breath and moaning constantly. Her whole body one big tensed muscle screaming for release. Andrea was exactly synced with her. So was Betty, but she hid it better. If Denise didn't trip Cindy over soon, she was done for. She felt Denise's hand on her calve tenderly touch her and squeeze in support. Denise let Cindy slide back just a bit. "Six, and now we see how strong your hearts are." Denise said. She squeezed Betty's calve in signal as she delved in and furiously lapped at Cindy's clitoris as she wiggled both fingers inside her to give her the maximum stimulation. Simultaneously Betty began to thrust hard and fast into Andrea's clitoris with her own. Both girls and Betty went screaming up past the edge like a jet on afterburners. Cindy felt the top of her head blow off as she emptied her lungs in a primal scream that matched perfectly the ones beside her from Betty and Andrea. Her hips exploded off the bed up into the air. Denise never missed a lick or a wiggle as she adroitly followed her hip movements. Cindy's hips hung suspended off the bed as the massive contraction held her in it's grip. It didn't let go. It just held her suspended in mid air. Denise was now pumping both fingers inside her as she lapped furiously on her clitoris. Finally it was like a tsunami wave broke over Cindy and she collapsed back on the bed.... out. With all Andrea's counter thrusting, as frantic as her own, Betty collapsed atop the young girl. It didn't matter. Andrea was out too. Denise pulled her fingers out and then surveyed the damage. Three women out cold. She sat back smugly and then reached for Betty's laptop. She used it to tell the system to take a picture of the scene. Denise stood on the bed over the inert bodies and raised her hands in a champion pose then climbed down and stopped the camera. She went and washed her hands and then carried the dishes down to the kitchen and retrieved four more cups of coffee. Stopping by the office she called up the shot she had just taken and grinned at it. She sent it to the color laser printer after adding a caption. She added it to the tray and carried it up to the bedroom. Nobody had stirred yet. She rolled Betty off of Andrea and told the computer to take another shot; Her holding the tray of coffee, three women out on the bed. She set the tray down on the night stand and then crawled onto the bed. Moving to sit up against the padded headboard she pulled Cindy up onto her lap. She cradled her in her arms and then took a sip of coffee and then kissed Cindy full on the lips. Halfway through the kiss Cindy became aware of the hot lips and tongue and began to respond. "Coffee?" Denise asked, casually. "Uh....." Cindy responded, quivering in her arms, opening her eyes to gaze at Denise. "Hope you liked it. I had fun." Denise giggled. "Uh....." Cindy replied, again. Denise held her cup for her to take a sip. Betty was stirring next to her. Denise replaced the cup on the tray and then reached out to softly caress Betty. "Mmm." Betty purred. Andrea seemed to stir and half rolled to snuggle to her side. A soft moan escaped her lips. "There's coffee here." Denise said to them. Betty opened her eyes and looked at her. Then grinned and caught her hand. She kissed the palm softly. "Your new system caught a lovely photo of us all." Denise giggled, proffering it. Cindy looked at it and busted out laughing. Denise held it for Betty and she busted out laughing too. Andrea opened her eyes to the picture and caught the fever. Then Denise was laughing too. Beneath the picture of the three unconscious forms with Denise standing posed over them was the caption: "*OLD AGE AND TREACHERY WILL WIN OUT OVER YOUTH AND BEAUTY*." After they recovered Denise handed Betty a cup of coffee. "Sorry, love. I didn't expect you to sync with what I was doing to Cindy." she said. "No problem. Darling. You *know* I *will* get even." Betty giggled, taking the coffee and thanking her. "Now I'm *a-scared*. But save it till I'm least expecting it. Somebody has to talk to the man at the rental agency and drive." Denise giggled. The girls sat sipping their coffee, looking at the picture from time to time and giggling. "But you didn't join us." Cindy protested. "Yes I did, love. Just not as severely. And I really do have to drive. One should not operate heavy equipment under the influence of opiates." Denise said. "Opiates?" Andrea asked, slurring her words. "Endorphins. What you feel at this moment. Your body pumped a large amount of natural opiates into you when you orgasmed like that. Cindy said she was a love junkie when I told her about them." Denise said, chuckling. Betty sat looking at the picture. "I find it hard to believe this isn't a photograph and even harder to believe this came off my system. It's so sharp!." she said. "You said you wanted the best. That's what I picked. It's just -now- that doesn't mean just one manufacture. Three main things made that image as sharp and clear as it is. One; the camera, start with a nice sharp image. Two; the interface card, low noise high resolution conversion of the signal to digital. and Three; the printer, lay down on paper as accurately as possible what it's fed. The other significant contributor was the speed of your system. That's actually two frames taken just a thirtieth of a second apart and merged to fill in the spaces between the digital pixels in the camera element. I think they make camera's now that incorporate that right into them but I don't know who makes them." Denise replied. "But how did you set up the shot? I mean you were up here!" Betty said. "Your laptop. I called your computer downstairs and told it what to do. See it open in the picture there?" Denise chuckled. "Oh... You can do that? I mean... I guess you can, obviously. But I mean you can control the whole computer from the laptop?" Betty asked, incredulously. "Yup. You can use it as an extension of this computer. Look." Denise said, opening the laptop. She did a few keystrokes and they heard the computer phone line chirp momentarily downstairs. Then a menu appeared on the screen. It was a tree directory of the main machine downstairs. "How can you do that?" Andrea asked, looking over her Betty's shoulder. "In this case that signal is traveling many miles. It's going over the phone line to the Cellular exchange and then back to the cellular link over the closest node to the receiver in this unit. It's no where near as fast as a hard wire link, but fast enough. I married three software packages together on her main computer to set up the access. One to handle and recognize the differences between fax, modem and voice. That's really done by the modem in her unit but the software decides what to do with it. The second is a fairly smart communications package. It would almost do this by itself. The last is the part that sets up the tree directory and displays it. It will even run programs or access others. Like here, I go to this, and here's the security menu comes up. I choose internal system, go to select room here, then take a manual shot like this. Now. Here.... I go back to the tree, go down to the right directory, then transfer this file here -which is the latest date and time-, this takes a moment longer.... Okay, the little beep says that the file has passed. I log off to save Betty money on her cellular link, then start this graphics package and view the file I just transferred. And there we are, huddled around the laptop on the bed just now." Denise said, showing them. Andrea looked at the image and then looked around the room. Looking back at the picture again then at the room. "Where the hell is the camera?" she asked. "Sneaky isn't she?" Betty chuckled, "It's behind the mirror there. She unmounted the mirror, made a tiny hole in the silvering and polished it clean, then mounted the camera in the wall behind the hole and remounted the mirror. You have to look real close at the mirror to see anything, then you just see what looks like a small aberration in the silvering." she explained. "She seems to like two-way mirrors. You should see the images of us in the locker room." Cindy mused, quietly. "I'll show them to her later..... What's up, love? You're kind of quiet. Something wrong?" Denise asked Cindy, pulling her against her. Cindy sort of quivered against her. "I thought you were joking earlier. I won't doubt you again." she said, softly. Denise pulled her up onto her lap and kissed her tenderly. "I was joking, love. I just made that up on the spur of the moment." she said, softly. "You meant there isn't really an SOPTW?" Cindy asked. "Well, there wasn't, but there is *now*." Denise kind of chuckled. Cindy looked in her eyes a moment, then nodded thoughtfully and snuggled back to her breast. She still quivered a bit. "Okay, love. Spill it. What's wrong? Didn't you like it?" Denise asked, concerned. "No, it was wonderful.... It's just that ... out of the blue you just made up something that blew the top of my head off. At least it felt like it. How can I possibly compete with that?" Cindy asked, teary eyed. "First off, love, you don't have to. This isn't a competition, this is *love*. It isn't a game where we see who can do the most damage to the other one with pleasure. Now Betty and I were joking around with you about it, but I honestly tried to make it a pleasurable experience for you, as Betty did with Andrea. Secondly, I didn't do anything to you that you don't know how to do to me, or any of us. I've watched you pump up orgasms on both Andrea and Betty and felt you do it to me. You know about the G-spot and you know how exciting a tender probe at the backside can be. The only other thing I did was pay real close attention to you. To your muscle tension, your breathing and that sort of thing. That let me control just how close to the edge I put you. You can practice that on yourself when you masturbate, by keeping yourself on the edge and noticing how your body reacts to it. So I really didn't do anything to you that you aren't capable of doing your own self to any one of us." Denise explained, softly. "She's right. You've done basically the same thing to me. Maybe not as much, but the same actions." Betty said. "I never felt anything like that before." Cindy said, quietly. "Darling. Yes you have. You remember our week together? You were so turned on you orgasmed from eye contact. Then just from nipple contact. Yes, there are degree's of how much an orgasm affects you, but it's really a factor of what your emotions are like at the moment. This time you expected me to have a devastating effect upon you, so I did. The rest you well know how to do. Actually I'm sorry. I did sort of treat it as a game. But that's just what you three did to me last night. I didn't mean to upset you or make you feel insecure. *I love you*. I don't ever want to do anything to hurt you. I love making love *with* you. To me the most special moments have been when we look each other in the eye and move together as one to share a joint orgasm. Not a devastating one that blows the top of our heads off. Just a nice gentle one that reflects the tender love for each other that we feel inside. But to me, love is all those things. It's fun, it's intimate, it's feisty, it's tender. Sometimes we will be in the mood for hot and fast, just hungry for every touch on our skin. Then we may share a tender gentle session that lasts for hours. Where it's like our souls have merged and are kissing. It's all lovemaking. It's all the sharing of pleasure between us because we wish to give the other pleasure, because we love them. Don't ever think that you have to make me feel a certain thing at a certain time. You don't. As I don't feel I have to make you feel a certain thing at a certain time. If tripping an orgasm was all there was to it, then it wouldn't be love. I could set up a computer program that would take sensors from bio- feedback and control a group of vibrators that could keep you on the edge forever. That wouldn't be love. That's just sex. Love is where you touch another inside by your act of giving them pleasure. It's the feeling we get when we wake up snuggled together. It's the feeling we get when we see each other across the room and admire the way a line runs from one body part to another. It's the tone of your laugh that is like sweet music in my ears. The sincerity in your voice when you tell me you love me. The look in your eye as you experience pleasure or watching the reflection of the fire in it when we're just sitting quietly reading. It's the warmth of each others skin against our own. It's the smooth softness of your breasts or the firmness beneath them. It's the way your hair falls across your brow or the way you shake your head to move it. It's the pride we feel in each other when we run around the park, driving our bodies for our own health. It's the look on each others faces when we do something simple for them and we glow in response. Like your faces when we brought you the flowers that first morning or ours when you brought them to us today. It's the warm feeling that we get when the other says '*thanks'* for bringing them a cup of coffee unbidden. It's bringing the other a cup of coffee unbidden because we think it might be nice about then. It's the feeling we feel when we hug each other or when we kiss. It's the feeling that we share when we desire this to go on forever. That's what love is. That's what I wish to give to you. That's what I desire from you.... All of you. I love you all." Denise finished, tearfully. Cindy was weeping against her. Now she raised her head and pulled Denise into a gentle kiss. Halfway through the kiss Denise shuddered a bit and moaned softly in orgasm. Andrea had snuggled back against Betty listening to Denise, now she too softly kissed Betty. They both sort of quivered and moaned. "And it's the passion in my loves voice when she talks about love." Betty said, softly. Denise leaned to her and they shared a tender kiss. The two girls moved together to do the same. Then all four of them hugged at the same time. Andrea kissing Denise and Cindy kissing Betty. "So.... lets go lay some cable while we can still talk." Denise chuckled. "Yes, I can't wait to see you run this thing." Betty chuckled. "Can we set the outside camera's to take pictures of it?" Cindy asked. "We certainly can, and will. Come on, the lady wants to work." Betty said. They all showered and got into clothes suitable for getting dirty in. Then drove to the rental agency. Denise had a trailer hitch on her car, which they hitched the unit onto for towing. It ran on its own wheels locked into neutral. Betty supplied them with her credit card for the rental and deposit while Denise oversaw the hookup. On the road again back to Betty's and then unhitch the unit in her driveway. Denise surveyed her route before hand. "Sprinklers?" she asked. "Never had them put in. The lawn is so small I just use a hose and nozzle. I had them keep it small because I hate to mow it." Betty chuckled. "Glad I called the *Blue Stakes* people yesterday. I was going to go right up through here. Looks like I would have cut your power feed. That would have been exciting." Denise said, chuckling. "Yes, your system let me know they were here. I watched them run around with their hard hats and little meters between classes yesterday. I never have understood why they wear hard hats when there's nothing but sky above them on a job site." Betty mused. "Probably some OSHA regulation. Protects them from high velocity pigeon shit." Denise giggled. "So where are you going to run it?" Betty asked, chuckling at Denise's humor. "Looks like the best way is along the edge of the drive here, then angle and follow the edge of the walk up to the house. That way we don't have to worry about running it under the walk or have it get cut if you decide to put sprinklers in later." Denise said, thoughtfully. "Okay, lets see you run this thing." Betty said. "I need to get the spool of wire from your garage." Denise said. "I'll get it." Andrea volunteered. Betty went with her to unlock the door. She forgot about the security system and a moment later her laptop was beeping at her from the car seat. Betty returned to find Denise with her laptop on the hood of the car. "Seems you just had an intruder." Denise chuckled, overriding the internal system. "My turn to play with this. You go run your toy." Betty chuckled. Andrea returned with the wire spool and Denise threaded it on the machine, then checked the gas tank and started it up. She used the controls to guide it up to the starting point by the gate. Then she pulled out a generous amount of wire and secured it to a fence post before starting. Betty used the laptop to catch images of everybody from the camera on the house. Denise worked the controls to lower the blade slowly. Holding counter force on the handles as it sliced into the ground. When it was down about two foot into the ground, she worked the controls to start the machine backing up. The wire played out from the spool as the machine moved along. She cut the corner at the walk so she wouldn't have to dig a hole there to make a sharp corner and continued up along the walk all the way to the house. There she realized her error. The machine was between the house and the end of the blade. A distance of four feet separated the wire from the house. She solved this by lifting the blade, leaving a length of wire hanging out of the ground she cut it. Then she turned the machine around. She unstrung the spool, played out a length of wire and threaded it backwards though the machine. She had Cindy hold the spool on the porch as she lowered the blade again next to the house and worked backwards to the other end. When they matched up, she lifted the blade and pulled out the remaining wire. Then she ran the machine back to behind her car and shut it down. "What was that all about?" Betty asked. "So we didn't have to dig. I'll make a water proof splice there and bury it. I was thinking while we had the machine... How about running lines out back and to the sides. We've got the extra wire, lots of it. In fact, I should have thought about it. I should have run two to the front so that you could have an intercom at the gate... but that's no problem. We can power a wireless unit off the camera power." Denise said, thoughtfully. "Run another anyway. And the ones to the sides and out back. We've got the unit for the day anyway. May as well use it. That took almost no time at all. It is a pretty slick gizmo." Betty mused. "The other reason is that I kind of wanted to give the girls a chance to run it. They've been looking on with a wistful look on their faces. And you too, of course, my love." Denise chuckled. Betty smiled at her and hugged her. "Cindy. Could you grab that other spool of wire from the garage please?" Denise called. Cindy jumped to comply. Denise did the complicated part of running the second one parallel to the first one -this time from the house to the gate- and then left a tail there and moved the machine over to the side. She waved Andrea over and showed her the controls and had her run a wire from the house out to the edge of the property. Then move the machine to the other side of the house. Cindy ran the second leg and then Betty ran the one out back. It was barely lunch time when they were done. Cindy and Andrea slipped in to make lunch while Betty was making her run. They talked about it over lunch. "That was fun. I wish we had more to do." Cindy bubbled. "Yeah, why should the guys get all the fun with these toys?" Andrea giggled. "I would imagine that if you had to do it all the time, that it would just be work... but I had fun. I kind of wished we had more to run too." Betty said. "We could always go around to your neighbors and ask them if they needed any underground cable strung." Denise giggled. "I hardly ever see them. But we could run one more run out back. That's a long stretch out there. If I divide the property up like I had in mind I'll undoubtedly want multiple cameras out there." Betty said. "So you want to use up what wire we have left? May as well." Denise said. "Sure, why not." Betty said. "Okay, lets do that after lunch and then we can go for our run after we take the machine back." Denise said. "I want to thank you girls for making us this lunch." Betty said. "Yes, that was nice of you." Denise said. "No problem. If we're going to be living here, we want to do our share. Thank you for letting us play with it too." Cindy said. "Yes, that was fun, thank you." Andrea added. "Oh, you want to look at the plans the architect drew up?" Betty asked, jumping to her feet. "Yes, please." Denise replied. Betty got out the plans and stretched them out on the table the girls gathered around munching their sandwiches as they looked over the drawings. "God, it looks great!" Denise gasped. "Yeah, I like it too. See, here's the apartment for Bobby, then a room for Andrea, then Cindy's, a separate bath for Bobby, one between Andrea and Cindy. Over here is your workshop. This is the exercise room opening onto the deck. Then the master bedroom. This is the expanded library then your room and another bath." Betty said, pointing them out. "What's this here?" Denise asked. "A little kitchenette for Bobby.... if he goes for it. Otherwise this area will be a larger laboratory for you to play in. The kitchenette will serve that and can be used for easy access to the deck from this side for barbecues and stuff. This section here just shades the area by the house during the summer, but in the winter it slides out over the whole deck to enclose it against the snow and rain. This area here is where the new hot tub will be, big enough for all of us to fit in. These panels along here close off the end of the deck for winter. We could have a garden party in the pouring rain." Betty enthused. "Gosh, where are you going to put the stables and servants quarters?" Denise chuckled. Betty looked at her a moment then busted out laughing. "I know it looks expensive... but I *want* to do it. I want us all to be very comfortable living together.... I want this to last forever." Betty said, finishing quietly. "We all do, love. We all do. It's lovely. Lets do it." Denise said. "I don't get it. I thought we were all going to be sleeping together. Why do we have separate rooms?" Cindy asked. Andrea nodded in agreement with the question. "We *are* all going to be sleeping together, but the rest of the world won't know that. Say Andrea never wants to reveal to her parents that she is sleeping with us...or Bobby. When her parents come over to visit, they see Andrea has her own separate room. Anybody coming into the house from the outside world will see that we all have our own rooms. I keep the one upstairs. The guest room stays a guest room. But take a look at the size of this master bedroom and bath. It's huge. Big enough for us to put in the biggest bed we can find or have made. But the rooms are for another reason too. One, *closet* space for all of us. A place for each of us to set up and keep the way we want it. In each room I planned to have a little office area set up. A place where you can study in peace when you have mid-terms or finals coming up and the others are in a party mood. A place where you can keep that special quirky little gift your mother or your aunt gave you. It keeps the rest of the house uncluttered and easy to keep clean. Each of us has a view out their windows. We each have easy access to the central living areas. And plain and simply, this place will be fun to live in." Betty explained. "As long as I get to sleep with you all... then I like it." Cindy said. "Me too. What's this?" Andrea asked, pointing to a structure on the deck. "My idea. See, this is a little enclosed garden area in the middle of the deck. Then this area is kind of like a little outside kitchen. Complete with a real sink, a built in gas grill and a couple of small refrigerators. We can keep cold drinks in one for the summer and have one to put salads and stuff in to keep them fresh for dinners on the deck. This is a built in table and over here is a wet bar. These are bench seats around the garden and this is a little fountain to supply a pleasing background gurgle. In the winter, these shade posts here supply extra support for the roof for snow load and a place for grow lights for the garden so we can have plants year round." Betty explained, enthusiastically. "This is going to cost a fortune. We'll never be able to pay you back for all this." Andrea moaned. "You don't have to. Your share is your room and a quarter of the master bedroom. I'm doing this part on my own because I want to." Betty said. "But how can you afford that?" Cindy asked. "This house is mine free and clear now. A mortgage on it would easily cover this. I can pay that back a little at a time. And I expect I'll be getting some inheritance when my folks pass on down the way. But I hope that's a long ways away. So the answer is; a little at a time each month. See, this area looks expensive, but compared to a normal house and land it's not really. I could buy a normal house and land on my salary. I don't have to, so I can do this. Besides, it all just adds to the value of the house. If we ever decided to live elsewhere, then I would get it all back when we sold this. But I don't expect to do that. I really expect to happily live here with you three for the rest of my life. Bobby too if we can swing it." Betty replied. Denise remained silent. She knew the expansion was well within Betty's means. "I guess so. But it doesn't seem fair. We're all going to be using this space. We should help pay for it." Cindy protested. "Look at it this way. We all agreed to share expenses on the expansion. Now, we will do that on the portions that we originally planned on. The rest of this is my idea and my gift to myself. It's something that I want to do to improve our lifestyle together. It's my contribution to us all being happier and I would do it in a heartbeat simply for that reason alone. Now I know what I can afford over time. I can afford this. It's my money and my choice how I wish to spend it." Betty said. "She's right." Denise said, "As nice as this will make it. It is her choice to do that. But we can do other things ourselves. There's a lot of land out back there. We can work on sections of that. For one we can supply our physical labor on a vegetable garden. Otherwise we can landscape that area ourselves. Together we can make this place into a real mansion. With a big lawn area and fruit trees and maybe even a hedge maze out here with a little fountain in the middle of it. The problem with most places is room. We've got lots of that out there. It's really not that tough to do, or that expensive. Grass seed is cheap compared to the price of sod. With a little garden tractor we girls can reshape the property into a gorgeous estate. Betty will supply the opulence for the house area, we will supply the rest with our labor. What say? You up for that, Cindy? Andrea?" she asked. They both had become dreamy eyed as she spoke, as they had earlier when she spoke of love. "It sounds wonderful. Do you really think we can do that?" Cindy asked. "Why not. It will be hard work, sure, but I don't think it will be that hard." Denise said. "I'm game, lets do it." Andrea said. "Oh but I do so hate mowing lawns." Betty mused. "Not a worry, dear. Remember, I'm a nerd. I've seen plans for an automatic lawn mower that runs on solar power. It runs all day long, all summer long, just quietly clipping the grass and keeping it at a manicured height. All we have to do is run an edger around once in a while. Weeding your little garden in the deck will be a much bigger chore. But I know some tricks for that too. The department of agriculture found out that if you spray about a three percent solution of alcohol on soil it causes all the weed seeds to sprout in a very short time. So you basically spray a keg of beer on your garden, all the weeds come up at once and then you have no more weeds for the summer." Denise said. "Well, lets get that other cable run and then shower and get ready for our run. We can drop off the machine on the way to the park, come back and hot tub it and then head up to the cabin." Denise said. "We need to stop at the store for groceries too. I said I'd cover us this weekend. No need for Andrea's parents to pay our way up there." Betty said. "Can do. Let's get popping." Denise said, bussing her dishes. The rest of the afternoon went quickly. The men at the rental place seemed amused that the women had run the machine themselves. The girls made a point in telling them that it was easy and that they had run it themselves too. Denise and Betty chuckled. The run went well. For some reason the competition was not as strong, but they all pushed themselves. Once again they throbbed with life as they walked around the last lap. The girls walked up ahead of them. "It sounds, my love. Like you want to make my father jealous of our estate." Betty mused, quietly. "We have a lot of work to do to do that, I'll wager. Your parents place is gorgeous!" Denise replied. "Maybe... but I'll bet it means more to us. Cause we will have made it ourselves." Betty said. "I was just trying to get the girls enthused and distracted off the subject of money. I didn't mean to make assumptions on how you want your property to be." Denise said. "No, it will be as much your property as it will be mine if you all do that to the back and finish up your portions of the inside. I'm going to have all your names added to the deed." Betty said. "No, I refuse. I won't accept it." Denise said, flatly. "I'm not giving anything to anybody. If you do all that work, you will have earned it. It's called sweat equity and is a valid legal term used in real estate all the time. A contractor will sell an unfinished house at a reduced price and the buyer completes the job as his down payment. The work you are talking about will add substantially to the value of the property. You should have something that reflects that. ... but really, it won't mean a monetary benefit to you. It will actually cost you as you will legally become jointly liable for the taxes on the property. If you do all that work, then the state will undoubtedly notice and revalue the house. The taxes will go up accordingly. So it's not really a big favor I am doing. Besides, I expect us all to live there the rest of our lives. So having your names on that paper won't benefit you financially like a sale would. Which is my other point. It solves some problems for me. I have to look down the road to *my* heirs. As you are just a few years off my age that is most likely to be those two darlings up ahead there. If they already have their names on the deed, then they don't have to worry about estate taxes. I'd much rather give it to them than the government. They will get plenty from the other inheritance that will be taxed. And lastly, but certainly not least important to me. I can't legally marry you all. I'd like to, but the laws won't allow it. For me, putting your names on that deed is like marrying you all. It tells the world that us four are *partners*, legally. With just about as much hassle to get a divorce. The law doesn't make it easy to get a name off a deed once it's there. This is as close to marrying you all as I can get. To do it, we will all have to work hard for it. We will all mutually benefit from our labors. The law will recognize each of us as legal partners and deserving of those benefits. Gosh, that sounds like marriage to me." Betty chuckled. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" Denise asked. "A time or two, I never tire of hearing it." Betty replied. "I love you." Denise said, softly. "So you will allow me to do this?" Betty asked. "Yes, conditionally. Not until we complete what we talked about. If you are going to accept sweat equity from me, then you are going to get sweat. I want to explain it to the girls that way too. It will be a good experience for them in reaping the rewards of their own labor. So, yes, I will marry you... in the future." Denise said. "Wish I could kiss you." Betty said. "That little glade coming up alright?" Denise chuckled. "Perfect." Betty replied. The girls stalled a bit to let them catch up. "What are you two talking about so seriously?" Cindy asked. "I'll let Betty tell you when we get up to that little glad where I kissed you." Denise replied, her eyes sparkling. "Awe... not more happiness. I don't think I could take anymore." Andrea giggled. "Yes you can, dear. There have been no recorded cases -that I know of- of someone dying from happiness." Denise said, tousling her hair. They walked into the little glade. As it was really a brisk day, they had seen very few runners in the park. "It is more happiness, isn't it." Andrea asked, turning to them. "Just a moment." Denise said, turning to Betty who pulled her into her arms and kissed her deeply. "Mmm That's better. Why don't you tell them. They like to listen to you. They get all dreamy eyed when you get passionate about things, just like I do." Betty said. "Alright. Cindy, Andrea.... Our darling Betty here has figured out a way for us all to get married... sort of." Denise said. "I don't understand. *Sort of*?" Andrea asked. "Yes, sort of. It will be a legal document listing us four as legal partners. It's something we all have to work for, but something we will all share in the rewards of. Specifically; It you two -and I- complete the work that we talked about on the addition and the rest of the estate, Betty will add our names to the deed to the property. Now this is not a gift, just like a marriage license isn't. With it comes responsibilities to each other, legal responsibilities, as we will all be liable equally for the taxes on the property, which will probably go up as a result of our labor. And it's really not something we can spend. We won't be able to sell our share of the property except to each other. The only way we could sell the property, is if we *all* decided to do so unanimously. It's as tough to get out of as a divorce would be and it tells the world that us four are legal *partners*, just like a marriage license would. In return for our labors we all get to live on a palatial estate, joyful in the knowledge that it is ours, together. That it is what we make it. Just like a marriage. So... I guess the question is... Betty, your turn." Denise said. "Will you marry us?" Betty said, taking her cue. Cindy and Andrea stood for a moment with their mouths open, then attacked the nearest woman. "Yes! Oh yes!" Cindy cried, hugging her. . "I will. Yes. ... Oh yes.. I want it more than anything." Andrea said, solemnly, tears pouring from her eyes as she hugged Denise. After a time they switched partners and hugged again. Cindy now as tearful as Andrea. "You know, dear hearts, that you just gave up your weekends for the next several years. That's a lot of work we're talking about. First we have to finish the house extension and then the grounds. This sort of thing is called sweat equity and it will require just as it implies; sweat." Denise said, seriously. "We will still be able to make love won't we?" Cindy asked. "Yes, when we aren't sleeping from exhaustion. And we three will have to do most the work. Betty is giving her part in the form of three quarters of her property. She may choose to work beside us when she feels like it. But there will be no animosity if she sits back sipping ice tea watching us. Right?" Denise asked. "Right!" Andrea said, nodding, thoughtfully. "Yes! That's more than fair." Cindy bubbled. "What's on your mind, Andrea?" Betty asked. "Bobby." she replied. "That will be up to him. The offer stands. If Bobby wishes and does become a part of us, and works on his share and the grounds like the rest, then the offer applies to him too. But that's really iffy right now. Right now you are the only one he's talking to. I don't even know if he likes the rest of us. He's welcome to come live in the apartment and share a relationship with you, provided he agrees to a vasectomy. I'm not about to have you getting pregnant over this. That's not what this is about. If he's not agreeable to that, then the offer still stands for you. If he decides not to do that, then the space reverts to Denise for her own usage. I know she will want cover the cost of it, probably from her software business that I expect to grow from your father marketing her software. She'll need a place to develop and test new products. She'd have to rent one elsewhere anyway. So that's how it sits." Betty replied. "He does like you... all of you. I'll get him talking. I'll have to ask about the vasectomy as that would be his personal choice. ... Can I tell him the offer?" Andrea asked. "Not yet. We've got lots of time and lots of work before then. You can tell him that the Crowther's will be inviting you and your parents to a long dinner get together just before they leave on vacation next month. I'm going to try to talk to him then. He has to want this for himself. Not because of what we offer him in the way of elegant living. The first step in that is talking to another one of us. Maybe both Betty and I, but he may be more conducive to talking to just one of us." Denise said. "I think he'll talk to you. He has a high degree of respect for you. He hasn't said anything to me about Betty yet, but she wasn't part of the discussion or really of my life the last time we talked. He's always thought that Cindy was cute." Andrea replied. "Really? I didn't think that he'd ever noticed me." Cindy said, beaming. "Yes, really. He noticed..... To what extent do you expect... or would allow Bobby to get involved with the rest of you?" Andrea asked. "Good question. Right now, I would say that we have all noticed each other and find each other attractive. That's not the same as a relationship, it's just an incentive to develop one. Fact is that until he's talking to us all, it's a moot question. None of us will know if we can all get along. We won't know if we even like each other. Like that girl in the gym that both you and Cindy found attractive and you asked her if she had talked to her. She's nice to look at, but you don't want a relationship with her. It may be the same between Bobby and us. We won't know that until we all talk. Then maybe we will develop a relationship. I'm open to that. I think Betty is too. You are already involved with him. Cindy would have to speak for herself. Betty as well for that matter. I just know she's attracted to him. So am I. In the meantime. He has to talk to the world to get out of his rut. You think of it as his discipline. But it hasn't changed with the single exception of him starting to use the computer and what little time you've spent together. He contributes nothing else to the world or himself. So it's a rut. He just exists, that's all. Even for him to be able to live with us at all at the house he is going to have to break out of that. He has to deal with the *current* reality. I don't know if he's ready to do that. It may be still too painful for him, which is why he withdrew in the first place. The current reality is taking responsibility for his relationship with *you*. Insuring that you don't have a deformed child as a result of your relationship. Relieving your parents anguish from every time they look at him and he looks right through them. Going fishing with your father, as a son. Telling your mother that he loves her. Thanking them for their support or even his meals. That's his real current reality that he's not facing. He may tell you that he lives for you. But that is a meaningless statement unless he's willing to back it up with action. That action is facing the world again. I don't mean to be harsh with you. I don't mean to hurt you. I'm just telling you like it is. Which you've told me you wish me to do." Denise concluded. Andrea had tears dripping from her cheeks as they walked along. "No, I know that's the way it is..... He said you would be a strong task master, but that you would be rewarding. You are both. I have not forgotten my promises to either of you. I will fulfill them. He said that you would teach me the strength and joy of tenderness. That you have done, admirably. He also said that if I persevered that you would make me a great master. Now I understand what that means. The greatest master, is the master of their own fate. They are dominant over no-one but themselves. They are slave to no-one but themselves and their love of others. I must be the master of my own fate. To do that I must face myself and the world. I must fulfill my obligations to myself and the world. I must face my *own* current reality. I *know* now *what* he did to me. *All of it*. Like I did to Cindy, only much worse. He *raped* me and took my innocence. He made me believe that I was freely giving myself to him.... and in a way, I guess I did. That first time with him is still one of the happiest moments in my life. I liked it. He may have coerced me into the position where I *had* to make that choice, but *I* did make that choice. When I did that, that's when I became a woman, for real. It wasn't the loss of a piece of skin in my vagina. It was facing the pain by myself. It was my coming out. I was no longer a *child* from that very moment. I may have made mistakes in judgment from that point on, but they were *my* mistakes, nobody else's. To an extent, I understand *why* Bobby did what he did. It was not for sexual pleasure as most people would think. I think he honestly wanted to *protect* me from the world as he saw it then. As he still partially views it now. He went about that by subjecting me to things that would make me *face* adulthood myself. He made me strong. There is nothing the world could do to me that I could not face. Not that I would like them or wish it, but I would survive. I still love Bobby. I still desire him as much as ever. I know the world would not condone our relationship in any society. But I would do anything to continue it. If Bobby didn't wish to get a vasectomy, I would go have *my* tubes tied, gladly. I may anyway if I ask it of him. Because Bobby must not only face his current reality, I must face mine. I have a responsibility to the ones I love and to myself not to bring a deformed child into the world. That's the price of our relationship. I'll pay it. I understand what he was doing when he told me I would have to love women. You all have shown me compassion, tenderness and understanding. You have given me your love, freely, knowing what I am and what I have done. Men would not have done that. They handle things much differently than women do. He knew that I needed women to eventually face what I have to. That's also what you were about, Denise. The greater master. The woman who *was* in charge of her own fate because she made it so. Bobby never met you personally or even knew that you existed. But he knew that I *needed* someone *like* you. By telling me that I would find you, he made me look for you. By telling me what I would have to do to convince you of my sincerity, he knew I would be showing you my *need* of you. He told me what you would teach me; which is what I would need from you to be healed. You taught me by example. He told me that you would be a hard taskmaster. That my lessons would be hard. Those lessons are the truth. The hardness is in facing reality. In facing myself. You have told me the truth. You have led me to see it for myself. It is hard. But it is fact. Hiding from it or wishing it to go away isn't facing it. Facing it is. He also saw that I would love you very deeply. I do. More deeply than I have ever loved anything, including him. He knew that would happen too. All of this is in that story I told you about that week. If you go back and look at it, like I have been doing in my mind since I met you here in the park, then you will see all of this. Bobby is not dumb. He's brilliant. I think he realized long before that week was up just what he had done to me. That his reality didn't *mesh* with the world. That the reality he had forced me into no longer meshed with it. That his paranoia had ripped my childhood from it's roots and cast it aside. That the world would not view favorably what he had done and taught me. Had he just stopped and let me see that it was all for nothing then I *would* have been *shattered*. He would have gone to prison. My family would have been torn up and would never have been the same. Instead he gave me the tools to deal with it in the future. He taught me *really* how to be an adult. A *woman*. He sent me on a quest that would lead me to you, Denise, and to you, Cindy and to you, Betty. The ones whom I needed to heal myself. Inadvertently he also set me on a path where I would hurt you, Cindy. God if I could rip that pain from my soul, I would. I know that I can't. I can't rip it from yours either. But perhaps by showing you a lifetime of my devotion and love I can help to partially alleviate it in both of us. To me that's a minimal price to pay. I'm getting off dirt cheap there. Because what it could have cost me was the loss of your love forever. That would have been too much for me to bear once I realized the true value of your love. Now that I am facing my current reality, that I am a woman. I have found you, Betty. My mature love. As Denise is Cindy's mature love. As Denise and Betty are each others. I wish to spend the rest of my life with all of you. For eternity if there is such a thing. But the other part of what I am is Bobby. I love him as dearly as I do all of you. I need him. Partially, because he needs me. He needs us all and I know it. So... I am asking you all to help me. Knowing full well what it is that I ask. Knowing that society would condemn us for our actions. Like June does. She's just a mirror of what society in general is. She's willing to turn her back on it and forget about it just long enough to do something that gives her pleasure and makes her feel alive. But in the morning she's back to being a sheep. Back to living with the mob rule. Afraid to really turn her back on it for good. Afraid to pay the price of real freedom. That price is not having the security and comfort of the mob around you. Of having them in fact turn against you at any moment. But we all face that. We are all the animals on the edge of the herd, waiting for the lions to notice us. The lions recognizing that we are different from the herd and therefore easier targets because we do not have the support of the herd. That is reality too. For myself I'd rather live on the edge of the herd than be a part of it. Even knowing the dangers. That's where my lifestyle puts me. That's where it puts us all. We all love making love with women. For myself I don't see a whole lot of difference between that and incest. We are loving someone the herd doesn't want us to love. Putting aside the treat of pregnancy. I will pay the price to insure that doesn't happen. After that, the foundation of the taboo crumbles in my mind. After that, I am just loving someone whom the herd doesn't wish me to. Just as I do each of you and you each do to each other. I will do whatever is needed to preserve my relationships with everybody that I love. To keep the lions away. The lions just being metaphors for the herd itself. They are the herds way of making itself stronger. They fail to see that in fact they have the strength to kick the shit out of the lions and then let everyone live like they wish to." Andrea said. Betty had her arm around her as they walked back to the car. Nobody seemed to notice. They got in and Denise started the car. "We'll help you any way we can, Andrea. But Bobby has to help too." Denise said, softly, putting the car in gear. "Thank you... I know that. I owe you all more than I can begin to tell you." Andrea replied. Betty pulled her next to her in the back seat and Andrea snuggled to her as they drove back to Betty's house. Andrea seemed to be emotionally exhausted. Betty whispered something in her ear and Andrea nodded. "Would you mind so much dropping us off and doing the shopping for us, Denise. I think Andrea and I would like to have a little nap." Betty asked. "No, of course not. I understand. It's pretty draining facing reality. ..... Did you tell this to Jenny last week, Andrea?" Denise asked. "Pretty much. She really is very good as you said she was.... I think she's also very much as in love with you as we all are. But she has her man... as I have mine." Andrea replied. "I'm very much in love with her as well... But we don't wish to change each others lives. She's quite content with her man and I am quite content to let her be. Did she give you any clues as to how to proceed with Bobby?" Denise asked. "As we are. Now that he has the books and the computer -the *tools* he needs for his own transition- the ball is pretty much in his court. I take it that you want to give him time to do his own adjusting? That's why you are going to talk to him next month?" Andrea asked. "Yes... " Denise replied. Andrea nodded to herself. Denise pulled into Betty's house and they all went inside. Cindy pulled Andrea to her an hugged her for a long time. Then Betty took Andrea's hand to lead her away. "Just a moment." Andrea said, squeezing the hand and then dropping it. She moved to Denise and hugged her tightly. Then she kissed her as tenderly as she knew how. "Thank you... for everything. Including the freedom to love Betty, Cindy and Bobby." she said, softly. Denise smiled at her and kissed her softly in return. Then Andrea and Betty went off to the bedroom. Cindy accompanied Denise to the grocery store. "I don't know how she holds up at times." Cindy said, softly on the way. "She is a *very* strong *woman*. I for one will give her whatever help I can to support her." Denise replied. "I will too. I love her." Cindy said, simply. "I know you do, love. And she loves you very dearly." Denise said, taking her hand and squeezing it. "She's very smart. Isn't she." Cindy asked. "Yes love. You are too." Cindy said. "Not as smart as her, or you. But that's okay. Not everybody can be smart like that. In some ways I can see how being smart hurts you both." Cindy said. "How's that?" Denise asked. "Because it makes you *see* things that *hurt* to know. The rest of us are spared that pain simply because we don't see the same things. We aren't aware of them. Like the old saying: *'Ignorance is bliss.'*" Cindy replied. "Yes, well, we are all stuck being who we are. I just try to make the best of it." Denise said. "So you're my mature love?" Cindy asked. Denise grinned at her a moment. "I don't know love. That's a question you would have to answer for yourself." she said. "Yes... I know you are. You're the one I want to spend eternity with." Cindy said, after a moments thought. "And Andrea?" Denise asked, pointedly. "I love Andrea very much. I hope we are together forever. But I don't know that we will be. I know that you and I will be. At least if the decision is left to just us two. I know you love me. I know I love you. I know that love will last. I don't *know* that with Andrea. I want it to, but I don't *know* it." Cindy replied. "And why do you think that is?" Denise asked. "I don't know, really.....I mean I've forgiven her, as much as I know how to. But like she said, she can't rip that pain from either of our souls. As much as I love her and want to be with her, that will always be there a little bit. Not enough to make us not love each other and want to be together, but just enough to remind us, enough that we will never be quite as close as you and I are now. She will always feel a little bit guilty and I will never be fully trusting with her. Not like I was." Cindy replied. "Maybe, time will tell. If two months ago somebody had told me that I would now be in love with three beautiful women and putting my butt on the line to protect the participants of incest I would have called the guys in the white coats to come and get them. But here I am. All of this started -for me- the day I saw you rub Andrea's ass as you passed her. Before that I had noticed you all, certainly, but you were all *unreachable* to me. I would have never considered for a moment the possibility that I could make love with any one of you. Certainly not you or Andrea. As nice a personality as you had then, I wouldn't have even considered you capable of *having* a mature relationship, let alone be bonded for life. You and Andrea are both incredibly mature for your ages, both emotionally and mentally. I am really very impressed with both of you. More all the time." Denise said. "Thank you. Nice to be noticed." Cindy said. Denise pulled into the grocery store lot and parked. "You are quite easy to notice in many ways, my love. Your mind included." Denise said. Cindy grinned at her and they went into the store. Denise thought about what to get. Cindy helped her with her decisions. Again they were comfortable being together in public without being free to share affection for each other, which they both definitely felt. Denise had Cindy pick up the soda's while she waited for some lunch meat to be sliced. She also got some chicken breasts from the deli counter. Picking up stir fry mix and rice, pizza makings and again makings for falafel as Cindy had liked it. Some microwave popcorn and other snacks rounded out the selections. Denise grabbed a bottle of cooking oil because she didn't know if Andrea was set up for deep fry at the cabin. Cindy met her at the checkout. Packing their load out to the car Cindy looked at the selections. "You must be hungry." she chuckled. "I am a bit, why do you say that?" Denise asked. "Never go to the store hungry. There's enough food here to feed us four for a week." Cindy chuckled. "I thought about that. Most of it will keep. We can just leave it stocked at the cabin so we will have more options up there. Besides, Betty was right. Andrea's parents paid for all of us last weekend. That's not fair." Denise replied, packing the groceries in her trunk. "Yeah, I've thought about that before when I've stayed up there with her myself. Her folks would never let me pay for my food." Cindy said. "You wanted to?" Denise asked, closing the trunk and opening the car. "Of course. I don't know how Betty got them agree to let her buy. They were quite adamant about not taking my money." Cindy said as they got in. "Probably because of your age. They know that all you have is your allowance. The law won't even let you two work until next year." Denise said. Cindy was thoughtful on the ride back. "I guess that's one of those tactical problems you were talking about." she said, finally. "I guess. But I don't consider that a problem." Denise said. "I do. I know you dropped a bundle last weekend. Betty spends a bundle on us too. I know that teachers don't make much." Cindy said. "Babe, if money was what I wanted, I wouldn't be a teacher. I could make three times my salary working in technology. I know that. But I'm really not strapped for cash. I realize that you girls allowances are all you get. That's fine. It's well worth it to us whatever it costs us to have you two around. Besides, right now those expenses are pretty well limited to the weekends. You both eat at your parents house all week long. What really costs is eating out or delivery. I just bought all these groceries for the price of one pizza and one Chinese delivery, and I got much more including the makings for several pizza's and several Chinese meals." Denise replied. "I can see that.... This house expansion is really going to cost though. How are we ever going to afford it?" Cindy asked. "It will work out fine, love. We know what we are doing. For one thing, me living there instead of having my own place frees up a chunk of cash. That all gets contributed to the kitty towards my share. That's rent and utilities. There are other things we could do too, like car pool to school because we both live in the same place. But we're nowhere near close having to do that sort of thing yet... so don't worry. We'll be alright." Denise said. "Maybe... I want to get a job next summer though." Cindy said. "A part time job would be good experience for you." Denise said. "I mean a full time job." Cindy said. "What about working on your section of the house?" Denise asked. "Sixteen waking hours in a day. A full time job is only eight." Cindy replied. "True, but I've done double shifts before. It's no fun and you get real tired, real fast. It's not really doable for a whole summer. Besides... we need time for love." Denise argued. "So a job for eight, work on the house for four, make love for four. Sounds good to me." Cindy said. "I'd rather you worked for four, worked on the house for eight and made love for four. Working on the house, you are saving the cost of very expensive labor, much more than you could make yourself at your age. Fact is that you can contribute the most, dollar wise, by working exclusively on the house." Denise said. "If that's really true... But that doesn't bring as much in." Cindy said. "Not much difference between not much in and less out. Betty and I will bring it in. You concentrate on reducing the amount out. The effect on what we have left for fun will be the same. Okay?" Denise asked. "Okay... I just want to pay my share." Cindy said. "I know, and that is admirable. But look at it this way; This is a long term relationship we are talking about. The best way you and Andrea can contribute most to the stability of it, is to get the best education you can. That way you will have the potential to earn the most down the road. You can pay us back then. Fact is that you won't have that much to pay back if you do the insides of your living space, just the cost of the outside and what food you eat." Denise said. "And my portion of the utilities, video rentals, fancy dresses and lingerie, snacks, gourmet foods, candles and I'm sure a hundred other things." Cindy said. "Perhaps... But I don't expect to be paid back for gifts. I give them because I want to. Not because I expect return from them. You overpaid me for the dress and lingerie by the pleasure I got of seeing you in them. Same thing with the video rentals. To have you snuggled by my side makes them a bargain to me. Besides, I like to watch them too, you know. I'd still rent them if you weren't by my side, but I damn sure wouldn't enjoy them as much." Denise said. "I like them too. Those are some of my favorites times with you. Just snuggled together... anytime. Alright. Say what you will. But I *will* be paying you back the amount that *I* feel is sufficient. That is my choice to do, and you won't be talking me out of it." Cindy said, adamantly. "That's fine love. In fact it is highly admirable. My only argument is that you do that when you are in a better financial position to do that. Like when you are my age, or at least out of college. That shouldn't be a problem for any of us, as I hope to grow old with you by my side. You can support me in my old age." Denise said. "That sounds perfect for me, except I should be out of college in about seven years. So I will be paying you back before then. I will still gladly support you in your old age." Cindy said, squeezing her hand. Cindy stifled a yawn it triggered one in Denise. "What say you and I take a little nap ourselves when we get back? I'm a bit tired myself. Maybe a hot tub first and then a nap so our legs don't tighten up from the run?" Denise asked. "Sounds good. I think a hot tub would put me out quick though." Cindy said. "Me too. But I had in mind us actually sleeping during the nap anyway." Denise giggled. "Asleep or awake, as long as I'm snuggled to you, I'm happy." Cindy said. "You know, every time I start believing that you are as adorable as you could possibly be, you get more so." Denise chuckled. "That works for me, because I want to be as adorable for you as I can possibly be. To try to match how adorable you are to me." Cindy said. Dense pulled into Betty's drive and parked. "Let's split up the perishables from the rest and take them in. No need packing the other things in." Denise suggested. Cindy helped her sort and rebag then they went inside. "Don't disturb them." Denise said, quietly. Cindy nodded. They put the perishables in the fridge. Cindy made her way to the hot tub while Denise went to check on Andrea and Betty. She found them in Betty's bed, snuggled together nude, sleeping peacefully. She tiptoed out and joined Cindy in the hot tub. "They okay?" Cindy asked. "Sleeping like babies, snuggled together." Denise replied. "Andrea must have felt the run more than me. We both went to sleep and woke up the same time last night and this morning." Cindy said. "I think she was emotionally drained as much as anything. You remember how much you slept when you first came to stay with me?" Denise asked, climbing into the tub. Cindy watched her, hungrily. "I seem to recall us making love quite a bit those first days, but yes, I know what you mean.... You sure look appealing." she said, moving to kiss Denise. Denise's hands moved to her breasts and Cindy moaned softly through the kiss. Her own hands moved to Denise's and teased the nipples which were already hard from the temperature shift. Denise moaned softly in return. "I love it when you touch me like that." Cindy moaned. "The feeling is mutual, love. To bad I'm not as well equipped as Betty. We could make love in here." Denise said. "You wouldn't happen to know where Betty hid Andrea's toys would you?" Cindy asked. "Sure, right there, in that stuff sack." Denise said. Cindy grinned at her, kissed her and climbed out. She rummaged through the sack and came back with a very large double ended dildo. "Oh no. That think looks too big for me. I know it's too big for you." Denise said. "Not for insertion, love. Just a go between. I'll show you." Cindy said, pushing Denise back onto a seat and straddling her. She moved the dildo between them and then moved her hips forward and down, trapping the soft dildo between their labia's. When she began to move their hips it rode over both of their clitorises. "Ooh! That's quite nice really." Denise gasped. Cindy answered by lip locking her as she began to move her hips in earnest. It didn't take long before both women cried out in orgasm. Later they caressed each other tenderly as they kissed softly. Cindy moved back and the dildo floated to the surface between them. "Actually, I think it compresses. I've had it in me before. It doesn't feel anywhere as big as it looks." Cindy said, toying with it. "Beats the hell out of a rubber ducky." Denise mused. "Oh, I don't know. I really enjoyed that, but I'm quite fond of George, too." Cindy said, distantly. "George?" Denise asked. "My rubber ducky. I take him into the bath with me. He likes to dive and stay down for a long time. His head is *j u s t* the right size.... " Cindy giggled. "Considering that, it's odd they don't make rubber swans." Denise giggled. "George is quite adequate, he can just reach my G-whiz-spot." Cindy giggled. "G-whiz-spot. I like that. I'd like to watch you and George get aquatinted some time." Denise said. "Would you now?.... Oh, the voyeur in you.... " Cindy said, kissing her and then moving to the other side. "Where you going?" Denise asked. "Just over here to tease a voyeur." Cindy giggled. She moved her hips up onto the side of the tub and opened her legs. Exposing her womanhood to Denise. She drew her hands over her breasts and teased her nipples a bit as she looked Denise in the eyes. Her mouth open and her tongue circling her lips. Denise gulped a bit. Her eyes moving back and forth over Cindy's body. Cindy snagged the dildo and reached down and spread herself. She played the end of the dildo back and forth through her labia and then positioned it at the opening of her vagina. She began to push in as she twisted it back and forth. To Denise's amazement it began to go in. Cindy worked it back and forth a bit as she twisted it, picking up more of her internal juices as lubrication. Eventually she pushed it in till it seated upon her cervix, then she let the end drop. It looked like she had grown a large penis, but lower down between her legs. Denise was breathing harder and touching her breasts. Cindy moved her fingers to rub her clitoris. She moaned softly. Under the water Denise touched her own and moaned with her. Cindy stood up on the seat and lifted the dildo out in front of her and then closed her legs. Now it looked very similar to a pale, long, large penis. "Care to fool around. I'll bet if you bent over there... well, it's not as good as George, but it might be fun." Cindy offered. Denise smiled at her, she stood up and then bent over. Cindy stepped down into the tub and moved in behind her. It was fun. Cindy bent over her and played with her breasts as she pumped into her from behind. The action stimulating both women at the same time. After a time they cried out in orgasm once again, Cindy collapsed back into the seat. The action pulling the dildo out of her, leaving a tail on Denise. Cindy saw it and giggled between her panting. Denise removed it and moved to join Cindy, sitting on her lap. They snuggled together and kissed for a long time as they caressed each other softly. When they started nodding off they climbed out, dried each other and made their way to the guest room. Denise stopped by the library first and re-activated the outside sensors. Then joined Cindy in the guest room. They turned down the bed and crawled in together. Snuggling they were soon fast asleep. ------------------------- "Hey, sleepy heads, want some coffee?" Betty asked. Denise and Cindy stretched and then sat up. Andrea moved to kiss Cindy and hand her a cup as Betty did the same for Denise. There was a stack of clothes on the foot of the bed. "Mmm thank you. I guess we zonked out pretty good. What time is it?" Denise asked, sipping her coffee. "About seven thirty." Betty replied. "Seven thirty! Gosh we did sleep. Maybe we ought to just stay here tonight." Denise said. "Mmm nope. Our guest is back, out in the garden. My laptop woke me up. Thank you for resetting the alarm. We brought you both some clothes." Betty said. "This is getting old, real quick." Denise mused. "It's not so bad. We can spend the night and tomorrow at the cabin, then I'll have the gate mechanism put on on Monday. I looked at what you got in the fridge, is there more?" Betty asked. "In the trunk." Denise replied. "Lots more, she was hungry when we went to the store." Cindy giggled. "I'm still hungry, only more so. But lets get dressed and make it up there. I was going to make falafel. So remind me to grab that jar of tahini when we get the groceries." Denise said. "Is that what that is.... what is that, exactly? Looks like some kind of yellowish guck to me." Betty asked. "Sesame butter mixed with lemon juice and a dab of mustard. You'll love it. Have you got a small electric fryer we can take?" Denise asked, pulling on her panties. "Yes... my that's lovely." Betty said, a bit hoarsely. Denise looked up and three sets of eyes were upon her. She blushed a bit, but smiled. "You can all have free access to it once I'm done frying. I learned long ago you don't do that in the nude." she giggled, pulling her sports bra on. "Why do you wear a bra at night?" Andrea asked. "So they don't point at the floor by the time I'm forty. Ever see those National Geographic pictures of those topless tribes in Africa? All the older women's nipples point straight at their toes. This isn't bad at all. In fact it's quite nice in winter to keep them warm." Denise replied, pulling her jeans on. She was distracted a moment by Cindy getting dressed beside her. She noticed the other two were as well. "I get the feeling it won't last too long anyway. You two sure look hungry tonight." she giggled. Cindy looked up and found Andrea and Betty watching her. She blushed a bit too. "They do look hungry.... good." she giggled, "So am I." "All the more reason to go up to the cabin.... I don't suppose June knows where it's at?" Betty mused. "Wouldn't matter. Not many windows. Most are shuttered for the winter now. There's heavy drapes for the others." Andrea replied. "Don't forget your Cell phone and batteries." Betty reminded her. "Thanks for reminding me. It's upstairs where I took it off when we got undressed this afternoon." Andrea said, leaving to get it. "I've got a stop to make, Andrea and I will meet you up there. I'll bring the video tapes. ... bring your CD's from the safe.... I think Andrea would like to see them." Betty said, kissing Denise, quickly. She did the same to Cindy and then met Andrea at the guest room door. "Got your bag? Let's hit the road. Don't forget to set the inside alarm, Denise. See you there." Betty called back. "Where's she going now?" Cindy asked, finishing dressing. "Sound's like a video store. Where's your bag?" Denise asked. "Up in the master bedroom. I'll get it in a minute." Cindy said. "I've gotta go up anyway, I'll get it. I need a change for tomorrow." Denise said, heading out. Denise made her way upstairs and grabbed her clothes and stuffed them in her bag. She grabbed Cindy's bag and then opened the safe and got out the CD's. The wad of cash still bothered her. "My god, is that money?" Cindy gasped, behind her. Denise closed the safe and spun the dial. "Yup. Betty's savings, or part of them. Her family believes in keeping cash on hand since her grandfather survived the depression when he happened to have a lot of cash in his home safe when the market crashed in 1929. I worry about it a bit myself. Now with the FDIC and the market watch controls I don't think it could happen again like that." she said. "How much is there? I've never seen a stack that big." Cindy asked. "Don't know, don't care. It's not mine. But it could be small bills, so maybe not that much. Could be as little as five hundred dollars." Denise said. "And if it was large bills?" Cindy asked. "If they were all hundreds, as much as ten-thousand. But I doubt that." Denise said, stashing the CD's in her bag. "Oh... It just looked like a lot. I just came up to get my other clothes and shoes in case you wanted to take me straight home from the cabin. I didn't mean to snoop." Cindy said, quietly. "No problem, love. There's no reason you shouldn't know about the safe. You're going to be living here. When you move in, I imagine Betty may well tell you the combination herself. I trust you, but it's not my safe to do that." Denise said, hugging her. "If it's got that much in it. I don't want to know it. I have no reason to know it, really. I hope it's a sturdy safe. I'd hate for a burglar to get all Betty's savings." Cindy said. "It's probably covered on her homeowners insurance policy anyway. But I think that's a pretty solid safe. It's not as easy opening a safe as it looks in the movies. Like where they drill into them and stuff. Most modern safes have steel bb shot in their walls and doors. You can't drill them without breaking your bit off. Then it does you no good because you can't work your tools around to do anything." Denise said, leading them downstairs. Cindy stopped her on the stairs and pulled her into her arms. "Before we get where we can be seen... I want a kiss that will last me to the cabin." she said. Denise smiled and obliged her. Cindy was a bit wobbly when Denise let up. "Mmm that's better. It was nice waking up with you in my arms a bit ago. It's always nice. I can't wait for next summer when I can feel it every morning." she said as they descended. "Remember that Betty will be sharing our bed, actually, we will be sharing hers. Anyway, you're just as likely to wake up in her arms." Denise chuckled. "That would be fine. I love her too." Cindy replied. "I know you do... She's very easy to love. You all are." Denise said, heading for the kitchen. She searched in the cupboards and grabbed the small fryer Betty mentioned, The cord was inside. It was just the perfect size for falafel. She grabbed a slotted metal scoop too. She grabbed the perishables and the Tahini butter then they made their way out to the car. Denise unlocked it and they put the stuff inside. "You wait here, I'll be right back. I have to lock up the house." Denise said, taking her keys. She went inside and into the library. She called up the current outside shot out back. June was watching Cindy in the car and looking intently back at the house. She looked cold. Denise set the internal alarm on exit delay and killed the monitor. Then shut down the lights and left, setting the deadbolt on the door. She started the car as soon as she got in and pulled away quickly. "In a hurry?" Cindy chuckled. "Sort of. I don't want her following us. It will take her a bit to get back to her car anyway." Denise chuckled. She made the first turn and took an indirect route to the cabin. Nobody followed. "Now where the fuck are they going?" June asked herself. She stood out in the cold for another hour awaiting their return. When they didn't return by then she slipped around the front. Her key no longer worked. She didn't dare break another window. That was stupid of her in the first place. She sighed and made her way back to her car. She was freezing. She stopped for a cup of coffee at the first convenience store. Betty tapped on the window of the computer store. The manager let her and Andrea in. "Glad you could make it. I was just about to leave." he said. "I said I'd be here. Thank you for staying so late. Have you got it all set up?" she asked. "The laptop. The rest of the system will be ready on Monday afternoon like you asked." he said. "The laptop will do fine. Full Cellular link like the first one?" she asked. "Yes, just caught them in time to activate it. Good thing you called when you did." he said, leading them to the counter. "Okay, charger, spare battery, two cell-phone headsets, one for your other one like you asked, a unit to unit bus cable for high speed updating, one large cartridge external drive and one deluxe, whiz-bang laptop. I threw in a case of floppies and some blank drive cartridges too, on me. Oh, and a stack of software, some games and stuff your sister here might like." he said. "Just a very good friend. Thank you for the floppy's and stuff. Put the other extras on this please." Betty said, handing him a platinum credit card. He smiled and took the card and ran it. He brought her back the ticket and she signed it and took her card and copy. Andrea helped her out to the car with the packages. "Okay, how does a school teacher get a platinum credit card?" Andrea asked, getting into the car. "Easy, own a house." Betty chuckled. Andrea looked dubious. "I think there's more to it. You're not an heiress are you?" she asked. "Do I live like one?" Betty asked. Andrea looked at her a moment. "I saw how much that cost. That's two of them in a week. You don't make *that* kind of money and I know it. And that's the same answer you gave my father when he asked you if you were connected with Hart greetings cards. Now I would like a simple yes or no to that same question. Are you related to the Hart greetings card family?" she asked. Betty looked at her and started the car. "Yes, he's my father." she said, putting the car in gear. Andrea nodded. "Alright. I won't tell anyone. I think I understand.... are you the one looking into my fathers company?" she asked. "Yes, through my father." Betty said, a bit upset. "For Denise?" Andrea asked. "Not directly. I was hoping to talk her into taking that position your father said he needed so badly. Fact is that I would expect to make a fortune off the deal down the road. But it wasn't going to be a gift if that's what you mean. She would never accept that under any circumstances. If June hadn't started her little games then she would never have accepted this laptop. The system is for her to do software development at home. Denise will hardly accept me buying dinner for her. Living on a teachers salary is no fun for anybody. I wanted to get her set up where she could make a comfortable wage from her software development. Down the road, maybe your fathers company. The only condition she would accept any of it is if I let her pay me back in full." Betty said. "Good.. I mean about the plan. I think Denise should make more than a teacher. She's brilliant. Fact is that I feel better now about the house extension. I'm still going to pay my share, but it's good to know it won't hurt you in the meantime. I was worried about that." Andrea replied. "You're some lady, you know that?" Betty asked, chuckling. "So you tell me. You make me *feel* like some lady. But I think I understand why you didn't tell Cindy and I. You wanted us to learn to stand on our own feet. I agree with that, but I will anyway. I don't want your money. I want you, Denise and Cindy. If we can swing it, Bobby too. I know how iffy that is. But you needn't have worried about your money affecting the way I feel about you. That first time we made love I was hooked forever." Andrea said, softly. "I know that, Andrea. I knew that the other night when you turned down that money from your mother. I was quite proud of you. I still am, for a lot of reasons." Betty said. "I'm quite proud of you, too. Being what you are and knowing the way you live tells me a lot about you. I know how easy a trap money can be. Certainly not on the same scale as you. But that just makes it more profound. My father has always made good money. It was quite easy for me to accept it for a long time..... June doesn't know, does she?" Andrea asked. "She does now. She didn't when we were going together." Betty said. "Yes, she would never have left you.... So now she knows what she lost?" Andrea asked. "Yes, Denise told her when she was being so snooty last week. I don't mind. I never intend to have anything to do with her again anyway." Betty said. "That's maybe why she's being so persistent. ... Well, your mortgage story wasn't so good. anyway. I was wondering why you didn't just sell some of your land rather than risk the house. This explains a lot. I really am quite relieved." Andrea said. "Actually, that's the way I would have done it anyway. That land is what will really give us privacy. The fact that I own that whole piece. We never will have to contend with any close neighbors. No gossiping, prying eyes to contend with. We can live our lives as we wish." Betty said. "Yeah, I hadn't thought about that." Andrea said. "Actually, there is an easy test about money. I mean to see if someone is only interested in that or interested in you because of that." Betty said. "What's that?" Andrea asked. "Just give them a substantial amount up front and tell them that's all they ever will get. They can take it and go, or stay. Something on the order of a hundred-thousand to half a million dollars." Betty said. "Please do not *ever* make that offer to me. It would pain me very dearly to have to refuse it and leave anyway. Very dearly indeed." Andrea said, getting tears in her eyes. "No love. I wasn't going to." Betty said, taking her hand. They drove along in silence until they reached the cabin. Denise and Cindy were in their car, keeping warm. "I forgot to give you the key, I'm sorry." Andrea said. "No problem. We've only been her a little while. I was kind of surprised you didn't beat us. Long time at the video store?" Denise asked. "Oh my gosh, we forgot the video store." Betty said, slapping her forehead. "So where did you go?" Denise asked. "A little surprise. Lets take the groceries in first so you can get started on dinner." Betty replied. Denise looked at her for a moment. "Okay... Might slap you up the side of the head if it's what I think it is." she said. "Do you have any helmets up here, Andrea?" Betty asked, chuckling. "Your on your own. I think Cindy and I are going to snuggle for a bit while dinner is being prepared." Andrea said, unlocking the door, then returning to get some groceries. "Will someone please tell me what is going on?" Cindy asked. "Nope, not my place." Andrea replied, hauling groceries. "This is so your place." Cindy giggled. "Anybody ever tell you how cute you were?" Andrea asked, stalling to kiss her cheek. "Actually, I've heard it quite a lot lately, but thanks." Cindy giggled. Denise and Betty got the rest of the groceries. Denise scowling at her a bit. Betty went back out to her car and brought in the packages. Then another trip for the rest and to lock up her car. Denise made a trip out to get the fryer and hers and Cindy's bags, then locked up her car as well. Inside, she ignored the packages as she started setting up the fryer. "What's this?" Cindy asked, looking at the packages. "Almost grounds for divorce." Denise replied, not looking over. "You already agreed. In my bedroom last night. For software development and to keep tabs on June." Betty said, softly. "I didn't agree. You just assumed I did because I didn't say anything cause you kept talking till I was distracted. Then you further distracted me with the girls, but I never agreed." Denise said. Andrea took Cindy by the hand and towed her out of the kitchen. Betty came up behind Denise and put her arms around her. Denise let her. Stopping work. She leaned against the counter for a moment. Finally she turned in her arms. "Please do not do anything like this ever again." Denise said, hugging her. "The rest of your system is already paid for. We pick it up Monday night. So... you'd better sell some software, hadn't you." Betty said, softly. "I guess I'd better. If the whole thing is like yours -I assume- then that's half a years gross salary I owe you." Denise said, still hugging her. "I only got one external drive." Betty offered. "God... Why did I have to fall for an heiress?" Denise moaned, moving to kiss her. The kiss was long and deep. Finally Denise pulled back and then hugged her again. "You didn't, remember. You fell for a jock who reads books. A junior high gym coach. And she fell mighty damn hard for the nerd who climbs ropes..." Betty said, hugging back. "Do you have your full invoice with you?" Denise asked. "Yes, but you can't take it back. It's already paid for." Betty said. "I *could* take it back, and you know it. But that's not why I asked. Sam Crowther asked about your new system. He needs some new ones for work and he wanted to know the exact configuration we got to work on yours. I told him I would E-mail him the particulars this weekend. You can try out the laptop by doing it while I cook dinner." Denise said, pinching Betty's butt. Betty yelped, then giggled and kissed her again. The giggles faded almost instantly. ------------------------------------------- "So what's going on?" Cindy asked. "I just brought you in here to feel you up." Andrea giggled. Cindy looked at her a moment. "Anything I should be concerned about? At least tell me that much." she asked. "No, I don't think so. Those two are as much in love as us." Andrea said, pulling Cindy into her arms. Cindy kissed her tenderly, then wriggled away. She moved to turn up the thermostat and turn the water heater back on. Then returned and pulled Andrea back into her arms. "Now, where were we?" she asked, grinning. "Warming each other's nipples directly." Andrea giggled, moving to kiss her. When they returned to the kitchen, Denise was making falafel patties and frying them. Betty was sitting at the table typing on a laptop from a piece of paper. Cindy glanced over her shoulder at the invoice and gasped. Betty pulled her down into her lap and kissed her. "Darling. There is something I have to tell you. As Denise knows and Andrea just figured out tonight... I have money." she told her. "I knew that. I looked over Denise's shoulder tonight and saw it in your safe. You shouldn't really keep all your savings in one place like that. There are lots of ways you could invest it safely that would make it grow instead of just sitting there." Cindy said. Betty chuckled and kissed her forehead and hugged her. "Oh you are adorable. I think you'd better steel yourself a bit though. Ever hear of Hart greeting cards?" she asked. Cindy nodded, suddenly her eyes got real big and she gasped, pulling back to look at Betty. "He's my father." Betty said, grinning. "Oh- my- god-!" Cindy gasped, her mouth hanging open. Denise was looking at Betty curiously. Andrea walked by and took her finger and lifted Cindy's chin to close her mouth. "Makes no difference, love. We have a lot of sweat ahead of us to *earn* our equity." she said to Cindy. Cindy looked at her and then back at Betty, then back at Andrea. "Of course we do... Oh... I see what this is all about. Denise is pissed off cause you got this for her?" she asked. "Basically, yes." Betty replied. "*Basically?* Try *emphatically!*" Denise said, turning a falafel. "I think I would be too." Cindy said, sliding off Betty's lap. Betty got tears in her eyes. She went back to typing, tears dripping down her cheek. Suddenly she closed the laptop. "Look, you've all made your point and I love you for it. You've all *emphatically* told me to stuff my money up my ass. *Fine!* But consider this; I had no more choice over who my parents would be than any of you did. Fact is that I am quite proud of my parents, money or no. But just because I have money does not mean that I cannot do things I want to do for those I love with all my heart. Denise, you dropped a chunk of money just a week ago on those you loved. I know what a sacrifice it was for you to do that. Does it mean that I cannot do the equivalent thing because it's not as big a sacrifice for me? You are all so afraid I will get the impression that you love me for my money that you won't even let me do what I consider *trivial* things. I *know* that none of you are after my money. If I thought you were .... I'd still love you as I do. But I do *know* you aren't. I knew that before I ever revealed to any of you that I had any money. Every single one of you told me you loved me before I ever said a word about it. You've all made it perfectly clear that you wish to make your own way in the world. Fine, that's admirable. But I will not be treated like I have the fucking plague because I do have money. I also have a heart. And it hurts real bad right now because those I love most in the world are turning their backs to me. And all because I'm just trying to give us all a fighting chance at survival together." Betty sobbed, laying her head in her arms on the table. She sobbed great heaving sobs. Denise fished the last Falafel out of the oil and unplugged the fryer. Then covered the ones draining with a paper towel and moved to Betty's side. She bent and picked her up out of her chair and carried her into the bedroom. Andrea moved to cover and package the meal for later and then her and Cindy followed them into the bedroom, dropping their clothes as the moved. Betty sobbed in Denise's arms as she held her close against her. Trying to comfort her. Andrea crawled up behind Betty and hugged her from behind. Cindy did the same from behind Denise, pulling the covers up over them all. They all lay together hugging while Betty cried herself out. "Your right. We're sorry." Denise said, holding her. Andrea kissed the back of her neck softly. Cindy kissed her hand behind Denise's back. Her fingers caressing her arms. "I..... just..... love..... you...... all..... so....... much..... " Betty sobbed, one word per sob. "I know, we love you too." Denise cooed, hugging her tightly. "Please.... don't..... hate..... me...... It...... hurts..... so...... bad....... " Betty sobbed. "We *don't* hate you! We *love* you!" Denise said, tears in her own eyes. "I'm...... sor.... ry...... I ...... was......just..... try.... ing...... to..... help..... " Betty gasped. "I know, love. We are the ones who are sorry. We didn't understand. We thought you would get the wrong impression if we accepted it. We didn't want you to do that, *because* we *love* you." Denise said. "You... don't .... hate ....me?...." Betty asked, calming a bit. "No, we *love* you very, *very* dearly. With all our hearts." Denise said, tears dripping from her cheeks. Cindy and Andrea just clung to their backs and cried, wanting to help ease Betty's anguish. Andrea kissed her neck. Cindy took her hand and squeezed it. Kissing the back of it. Betty gripped her hand tightly. She moved the arm that was atop Denise and reached back to catch Andrea around the neck. She hugged her and kissed her tears. She turned to Denise again and kissed at her tears. Denise and Andrea almost simultaneously caught the bottom edge of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Denise moved in and kissed her lips. Cindy kissed her palm, then moved down the bed and pulled off her shoes and began to tug on her sweats. Andrea helped push them down, kissing her shoulder and neck. Cindy got the sweats off and started on the shorts. Betty was still crying, but felt her anguish rapidly changing to passion. Betty's hands pulled Denise's shirt up as she kissed her hungrily. Her body still sobbing. Cindy got Betty's shorts off and then pulled Denise's shoes off. She met Betty's hands at Denise's waist so she moved to Andrea. Andrea already had her pants undone so Cindy tugged them down and off her legs, then moved back to Denise and pulled hers off too. Cindy felt a hand pulling at her shirt and she lifted her arms and let it come off. Then she released her pants and pushed them down and kicked out of them. She started to kiss up Betty's legs as lips moved over the sobbing woman from two sides above her. Cindy kissed up the inner thighs until she reached the top. Rather than bother with the panties for the moment, she pulled them aside at the crotch. Her head dipped and without prelude she began kissing Betty on her womanhood. Betty groaned deeply, fighting her tears still. Her hands now roaming over Andrea's and Denise's bodies. At times suddenly hugging them and holding on for a moment. Each time they would tenderly kiss her and tell her they loved her. Cindy delved deeper sampling her nectar. Savoring it. A quivering tenseness began to build up in Betty's abdomen. Cindy lifted her head long enough to tell her she loved her, needed her and what a fine looking and tasting woman she was. Andrea concentrated on the area's between the neck and the top of the mons venus. Meeting and kissing Cindy before moving back up. Denise was kissing her continuously. Returning her hunger exactly. Cindy slowly circled in around her clitoris. Now taking the time to slip Betty's panties down over her hips. She lifted her head a moment as they passed beneath her, then was back lapping at Betty's labia. She pulled back long enough to pull the panties all the way off. Then moved back where she was. An idea struck her. She leaned and gave Betty a few direct swipes on her clitoris with her tongue. Betty's hips began to shake and quiver and she gasped around Denise's lips. Cindy moved her hips upwards. Andrea getting the idea and smiling at her. Cindy moved into position and began to rotate her hips upon Betty's. Betty was used to playing a dominant role. Now here was the seemingly most passive member of their little quartet moving dominantly over her. She went wild in response. Her hips bucking up beneath Cindy's. Cindy kept it up, paying close attention to the tension in Betty's abdomen. She leaned over and kissed Andrea and whispered in her ear. Andrea kissed her back and nodded, grinning. Cindy seemed to kick into high gear. Driving her mons venus into Betty's pelvis. Causing her clitoris to be trapped and dragged against hers. Her arms out straight to hold her high above Betty, giving Andrea room as she moved from breast to breast licking and sucking on her nipples. "You must be the sexiest woman on the planet. And I will love you forever." Cindy gasped to Betty. It was as if a bomb had gone off in the room. Betty's breath left her in a deep growling, sobbing groan as her body suddenly arched up off the bed carrying Cindy with her. Andrea and Denise stayed right with her. They never missed a lick. They applied themselves to pleasing her. Betty's body hung suspended in the air as the contraction gripped her. The last calm before the storm. Betty fell back gasping. Screaming inwards and then reversing the airflow screamed the other way. Her hips suddenly thrusting up beneath Cindy spasmodically. But Cindy was already rolling to the side and Andrea into her place. Denise pulled Cindy to her and kissed her deeply. Cindy whispered in her ear after Denise let her loose. Denise smiled and nodded. Then they went back to kissing for the moment. Andrea was pumping her hips into Betty's. She'd quickly found the groove that worked the best for them both. But she alternated, using a reverse of the figure eight motion that Betty had used on her. The effect being the same upon Betty. Occasionally Andrea would reverse directions mid stroke. The effect not lost upon Betty who now was lost in pleasured passion. Her head rolled back and forth slowly as she gasped for air and sobbed as she exhaled. Gasping and sobbing as her hips thrust up to meet her young loves. Andrea slowed just enough to kiss her sensually, then she lifted her head. "You are the woman I wish to spend eternity with. You are sexy and sensual, you are feisty and spicy. You are lovely and tender. I shall love you forever." Andrea said. Again Betty went off beneath. This time lifting Andrea high off the bed. Again holding her suspended. An anguished cry of passioned pleasure escaping her in a whooshing expulsion as the massive contraction gripped her whole body like an electric shock. Again she fell back gasping for breath. Her hips spasmodically thrusting up beneath her young love. Andrea continued to thrust for a time. Slowing her movements just a bit. She looked over and saw Denise was ready. She bent and kissed Betty a last time and told her she loved her before suddenly rolling to the side. Denise moved in and they were off again to the races. Cindy and Andrea got together and kissed deeply. Then moved to either side of Betty and whispered in her ears. "You are lovely. - We all love you dearly.- We will love you forever. - We were wrong. - You are sexy. - You are sensual. - You are kind and loving. - You are pretty. - You are my love. - You are my love. - You are Denise's love. - I want you forever. - I need you forever. - Let us love you forever........... " back and forth they commented in her ears, softly, warmly. In the meantime they each had a hand tenderly caressing her breasts. They kissed her behind and in front of her ears and down her neck. Denise would dip and kiss her lips, slowly grinding her hips upon hers sensually. "Forgive me, my love. You *are* my love. My sweet, wonderful, deep love. You are the one who returned me to happiness. You are the one who has returned me to life. You are sexy and sensual and lovely and kind and I will feel honored to do this with you until the day I die. I will love you forever." Denise intoned. Again Betty went off beneath her. This time lifting Denise up into the air as her body was once again gripped by convulsion and an animalistic anguished cry of release escaped her lips. This time Denise hung on and rode her out. Beginning to tenderly caress her. Matching the soft caresses from each side of her from the girls. Betty lay gasping and moaning spasmodically. "Move over a bit, Andrea, let me roll her over." Denise asked. Andrea moved aside and Denise held Betty to her as she flipped over onto her back, Betty now atop her. The girls moved in again and took all the skin that was exposed as an invitation and opportunity to caress it. Betty seemed to shudder atop Denise. The girls touched her sensually from both sides. "I hope you got the point that we all love you with all our hearts. That we will do so forever. Or do we need do that again? Which we will happily do." Denise asked Betty. Betty clung to her with all her strength. Then reached out her arms to pull Cindy and Andrea to her. Denise reached around them too and made the embrace truly four way. They all hugged like that for a long time. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Betty said, hugging them. "What came over you was the fact that the three of us were acting like jerks without realizing it. I don't know what the answer is, but I'm definitely willing and going to talk with you with an open mind as to your side of things so that we can resolve this. I love you with all my heart. I don't wish to hurt you, ever. We will all talk about it, okay?" Denise asked. "Okay..... I'm really not trying to force my money on you. I just wanted to help and show you all that I loved you." Betty cried, trembling in her arms. "I know, baby. It's alright. We just didn't understand that. We wanted to show you that we really loved you for yourself. We didn't realize what we were doing. How we were cutting you off from us. We can talk about it and work it out. But don't ever think that we don't love you. We all adore you. That's why we cared that you didn't get the impression we wanted your money. We want you. Whatever that means. We will work out the rest. Okay?" Denise asked, kissing her tenderly. "Yes... okay." Betty said, hugging her to her. "I'm sorry I slid away from you. I really didn't mean to give you the impression that I didn't love you." Cindy cried. Betty hugged her and turned her face to kiss her tenderly. "No, it's okay. I just read it wrong." she said. She turned her head to the other side and kissed Andrea too, then back to Denise. The girls moved in from the side and they found they could just manage a four way kiss. It was almost electric to have four tongues touching and dueling between them. They broke off into separate kissed, changing with the moment, seeming to slide from one set of lips to the next. No doubt in anybody's minds that the lips they kissed belonged to someone who loved them and that they loved. They were a family. They would do what it took to stay one. "I'll bet you're starving. I'll get off you so we can eat." Betty said. Denise held her to her until she kissed her again. The girls each kissed Betty and then rolled off and went to get their robes and slippers. They wrapped Betty's around her as she got up. Denise accepted her robe from Cindy and pulled her into a kiss. They slipped on their slippers and padded into the kitchen. Denise saw the laptop sitting on the table and stopped, turned to Betty and pulled her into her arms. "Lets try this again: Now, Thank you very much for the lovely gesture of purchasing me this computer and the system for home. I think it is too much for software development, but I thank you anyway. For the moment all I can offer you in return is my eternal love. Which you will have anyway. If I am able to sell some software, then I would like to repay the price of the system to you. As it is a gift, I will accept a portion of it as such. I will accept the laptop from you as such. As the other is to be used for software development that I expect will have good financial returns, I would like to repay you for that system out of those returns when they come in. I know that you love me and want to do nice things for me. I love you and wish to do nice things for you. So... I will accept your gifts in the future, but please be aware that too extravagant of gifts will make me uncomfortable as I may not equal them in what I may give to you. I do not desire extravagant gifts, or any other gift than the priceless gift of your love. Thank you again and know that I love you." Denise said, kissing her softly. Betty hugged her tightly. "You are very welcome love. You have my love forever. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I promise to *try* to be conservative in my gifts from now on. Now see if you can savage the meal I messed up to fill that gnawing inside you." she replied, finally releasing her. . Denise kissed her again and then moved to the counter. Andrea was already moving the falafel to the microwave. "I think that toaster oven would be better, love. Fried foods seem to get soggy when microwaved. These should be crisp." Denise suggested. "Yeah, I get it. I've tried to microwave French fries before, they turn into limp noodles. I never thought about the toaster oven. I only ever use it for English muffins and bagels." Andrea replied. "Yeah, I don't know why fried foods do that. It might be fun to find out some day. Take a look at their structure under a powerful microscope or do a cat scan on one." Denise giggled. "Cat scan a French fri? I love it." Betty giggled. Cindy came and sat back on her lap. "Please show me Denise's wonderful new toy." she asked. Betty hugged her to her. "Sure. Let's see if June is still freezing her butt off out back at home." she said, opening the laptop. It came back to life, exactly as it was when she shut it. She added a few more lines then had Cindy fill in the E-mail address for her father. She sent it. As it was the first time she had to supply it with the numbers to log her on to the Internet. Denise came by and supplied her log in information and password. After that all she had to do was supply her password. Optionally, she could have set it up to do a full log on. But that would mean that anybody who had her laptop could access her account. She would set it up so that it would upload E-mail or retrieve her mail automatically, but that access to her password was secure. For now she typed it in. Then Betty entered her number into the auto dialer. Denise had her get her laptop, connected the two together and ported over the security control program for the house. Betty ran it. The program informed her when the last images were taken, shortly after they had left. Betty downloaded the last few minutes worth and looked at them. "Seems she's discovered that her key still doesn't work anymore." she mused. "So why does she want to get in anyway? I mean, she's already searched both your places. She didn't find anything before, so what's she looking for now?" Cindy asked. "At this point, I'm not real sure what she's looking for, just anything at all she can use against us, I guess. She knows now that she no longer has keys to either of our places. Or at least she knows the one to Betty's won't work anymore and will assume the same for mine. She knows that I had some kind of security system on my house. She should assume the same about Betty's..... *Ah*, she doesn't know I've moved in yet. So she doesn't know about Betty's security system. But as to what she hopes to accomplish inside anyway... who could say." Denise said. "So why not just call the sheriff on her next time she trespasses?" Cindy asked. "Ever play poker?" Denise asked. Betty grinned, but kept quiet. "No, not really. I know how it's played. What beats what, that kind of thing." Cindy replied. "Okay, well it's possible to beat a full house with a pair of two's or nothing at all if you can make your opponent *think* you have them beat anyway. It's called bluffing. And it's a very effective tool for playing poker. Fortunes have been won and lost by using it." Denise explained. "Why not just call their bluff?" Cindy asked. "Because it costs you to do that, or could cost you more. If your opponent is raising the pot right along with the other players, you are going to think he's not likely to throw his money away. Logic say's that if you had a pair of tens showing and he had an ace and a four showing and he's still betting against you. That he's doing so because he has a pair of aces, which would beat your tens. So he makes a big raise, you chicken out, he takes the pot on an ace a four and perhaps a six, three and a nine. Nothing at all for a hand. No pairs, ace high is all he's got. You had him beat with your pair of tens. But you believed that he wouldn't bet against your better hand if he couldn't beat it. So he wins on crap. You lose with a better hand." Denise said. "Your telling me that you've got crap in your hand when dealing with June, that you are bluffing? That she has a better hand?" Andrea asked. "No, not actually. Yes, I am bluffing. But I'm bluffing with a full house. I'm bluffing with blackmail I would never use. Even if she went to the authorities and spilled her guts about you and Bobby. I could *not* use that information, *ever*. But June assumes that I would. Just like she assumes that I would now use the burglary charge against her. Fact is that June has us all as cold as we have her. Perhaps not with hard photographic evidence like we have. But she's after that now from the outside. What she has is the fact she was involved with a relationship with Betty for four years. She doesn't know how powerful a tool that is, and I don't want to even give her a clue about that. I already made an error in that respect when I told her Betty's parents were wealthy. That was a bigger mistake than inviting her over that Saturday night to begin with." Denise said. "Why was that an error? Because it just made her realize what she had lost?" Cindy asked. "No, she could try to blackmail my parents. My father would *think* he had to pay her to keep it quiet that I was a lesbian. Thinking he was protecting me. But before I would let that happen, I would publicly proclaim it. If it wasn't for you two and Denise's teaching position, I'd do that now. But now that would present an embarrassment to both your parents and a threat to Denise's career. So I can't as it sits. But if she tries that, then I may have to. As much as I love you girls. June could extort *serious* money from my father. I couldn't let that happen." Betty said. "We wouldn't want you to, either." Andrea said. "Yes, well right now anything June has on us at all, involves her. Except the knowledge she has about Andrea and Bobby.... Which she has no proof at all of.... Andrea, it might be a good idea to let your parents know that June had some kind of breakdown. June has no hard evidence of yours and Bobby's relationship. If your parents are led to believe that she is unstable, which she sort of is, then they may ignore anything she has to say as bullshit if she does spill to the authorities. You aren't going to tell them, I would assume. Bobby sure isn't going to tell them. Unless somebody mentioned specifics to her June only knows that you said you were involved with Bobby. There is no proof otherwise, is there?" Denise asked. "Mmm no.. Just those tapes you made when I first came to you..... and the fact that I'm not a virgin." Andrea replied. "Those tapes that we made when you first came over will never see the light of day. They are in a *very* safe place. Not at Betty's and not at my old apartment. That's one of the first things I got out of there. Jenny has seen them, to advise me, and no-one else. Nor will they. Perhaps at this point they should be destroyed. ... As far as you not being a virgin anymore, that isn't so unusual for a ninth grader nowadays. And it's seldom caused by a family member.... or at least I think not. Anyway. If anybody asks: Deny, deny, deny. Tell them you don't know what they are talking about. Tell them they are mistaken. Tell them they are crazy, tell them that June is crazy if anybody mentions her. Tell them anything, just not the truth. The truth will land Bobby in jail and you in a foster home. So do not admit to anything, no matter what they tell you, show you, or threaten to do. Legally they have to have some kind of proof to prosecute. You know that none exists besides those tapes. They will be destroyed. So just deny everything if it ever comes up." Denise said. "You mean lie." Andrea said. "Yes, I mean lie. The reasons for not lying, is so you won't hurt anybody. But in this case the truth would hurt a lot of somebodies very deeply. The lie protects you, Bobby and your parents. So yes, lie." Denise said. "Just checking. Your falafels are done." Andrea said. "Our falafels. Okay, lets eat. You know the drill. Split a pita, stuff it with lettuce, tomato, onion, say two falafel, cucumber and add tahini butter in a conservative dribble. You can stay vegetarian with just that, or add some of this diced chicken breast too. Eat it over a plate no matter how much it looks safe, it's not." Denise said, chuckling. Betty tried one. She loved it. Both with and without the chicken. "So what exactly is Falafel?" Betty asked, eating one. "I think it's course ground *chick peas* and spices. You have to soak it to make it into the patties. Then you deep fry it. So.... deep fried chick pea patties. I guess Falafel sounds more palatable." Denise giggled. "Lets have a dinner show. Where are those CD's?" Betty asked. Denise smiled at her and got the CD's from her bag. She took over the keyboard while she transferred the program across from Betty's machine, then set up a dual slide show, putting one CD in one laptop and the other in the new one. She entered her password at the right spot on each and started the shows. "Someone hit the escape key on each unit if the pope or someone shows up." she said. "So how do we pause them on one we like?" Andrea asked, missing several already. "Spacebar. Once, stop, again, go. Simple." Denise replied, eating her falafel. "This is really good!" Andrea raved. "The show or the food?" Betty chuckled. "Both, actually." she giggled in return. She hit the space bar to stop it. Cindy came and looked over her shoulder to see what she had stopped it on. "You like her?" she asked. "She's cute.... that's all. Just nice to look at." Andrea replied. Cindy bent and kissed her neck. "You're nice to look at too, but that's not all." she chuckled. "I think that lady likes you, Andrea." Denise chuckled. "What's not to like?" Cindy replied, kissing her neck again. "I can't see a thing." Betty said, softly. Andrea giggled and turned the laptop toward her. ------------------------------------------------ Bobby was a bit frustrated. He just didn't understand computer programming. It didn't occur to him at the moment that it could take years to be a good programmer. To him, if you read about it, you should be able to do it. He was trying a simple repetitive loop program. Just put his name into a string array in ten different locations, then print it out. It wasn't working. He sighed. If Denise really understood this stuff, then she must be truly brilliant. Perhaps that was it. Why not ask her? She had written her E-mail address in the book she had written to tell him how to access the Internet. Sending an E-mail letter was fairly simple. You just clicked on mail, typed what you wanted, hit send, it asked you for an address, it went. The dilemma was really; did he want to talk to her? A half hour later he was so frustrated he didn't think a thing about it as he typed out his message, the lesions learned in his lone type class in junior high school slowly coming back to him. He even managed to copy the text of his program into the message. The message simple: What am I doing wrong with this program?: {a copy of the program} It does not work right. BB. He sent it. Then it was time for him to take his nightly shower and go to bed. --------------------------------- "Good dinner love. Thank you." Betty said. "Yes, it was excellent. I quite like that Falafel stuff." Andrea added. "Thank you. Yes it was really good... You knew I'd like it though. I had it during our week together and loved it then." Cindy said, hugging her from behind. "Thank you all for your compliments. You are all very welcome, I like to make it." Denise replied, "And now I get to play with my new toy." "Which is which? They both look identical." Andrea asked. "That's simple, do a directory.... This one is mine... It's missing some of the programs I set up for Betty." Denise said. "Take her for a test run. Open her up and see what she'll do. The Internet access over the cellular is supposed to be as fast as you can get. The guy said it was like ISDN without the wires." Betty said. "Yeah, it might even be cheaper than in some places. Some local phone companies interpret ISDN as *I Smell Dollars Now*! " Denise giggled. She set up her log in to send and receive her mail. She sent it on a test run. It came back with a message. Denise clicked on it and then sat back in shock. Just looking at it. "What is it love?" Betty asked. "A message from Bobby." Denise replied, somewhat shocked. Andrea looked up sharply and jumped up to go see. She read the message over Denise's shoulder. "What the heck is that?" she asked. "He's working on a program. A pretty simple one really. I can see why he's having problems though.. A little thing called *Option Base*. It decides if a computer considers the lowest numbered cell of an array to be a one or a zero. Here he's defined an array which is probably using the default option base of zero. Then he tries to count from one to ten here and address those array numbers. Because it's option base zero, he actually skips the first one. Then he's said it only has ten locations, so when he tries to talk to number ten, he's out of range and gets an error." Denise said. "If you say so... I'm just amazed that he sent the message." Andrea said, dumb struck. "So am I. The only thing I can think of.... Is he got frustrated. I remember when I was first learning about this. I got frustrated as hell before I stumbled over the option base command and it all got clear." Denise said, thoughtfully. Andrea shakily found a chair and sat down. She almost appeared white with shock. Tears began to drip down her cheeks. "What's wrong, love?" Denise asked. "Besides me, this is the very first he's communicated with another since he returned from the war." Andrea replied, torn between her joy and fear. Denise took her hand and squeezed it, then pulled her into her lap and hugged her. Andrea sobbed against her. Betty and Cindy came over and looked at the message and caressed Andrea's shoulder and head to comfort her. "I take it that this is significant?" Cindy asked. "Yes, very." Denise replied. "So what are you going to do?" Betty asked. "Answer it." Denise said, simply. "How? I mean, what are you going to say?" Betty asked. "Quite simply, I am going to explain option base to him. I don't think that it would be good to push on the first communication. So I will simply answer his question. That helps him be un-frustrated, plus leaves it open to further communication between us." Denise replied. "She's right." Andrea said, still weeping, "More would scare him off. I'm floored that he did this much. He told me he *never* would." "Well, I personally have experienced all the emotional saturation I care to in one day. I'd kind of like to turn in. Anybody care to join me?" Betty asked. "Yes, that sounds good. I think Denise and Andrea could use a little time alone too." Cindy replied, bending to kiss them both goodnight. "Thanks love. Sweet dreams." Denise said, returning her kiss. Betty moved in after her. Denise lip locked her for a long time. "Sorry love... I..... " Denise stalled. "I know. Have fun with your new toy.... We'll talk about the whole thing next week. I love you. Come give me a kiss before you sleep." Betty said, moving on to kiss Andrea. They went off hand in hand to the bedroom. Andrea sat snuggled to Denise for a long time. "You've changed my whole live. I owe you so much, I can never begin to repay you. And you're still changing my life." Andrea said, softly. "A kiss and a smile and I'll call it even." Denise chuckled. "You shall have every kiss you desire and my love for all the days of your life. The smile shall follow automatically." Andrea said, lifting her lips to meet Denise's. They kissed long and deeply. Andrea's hand slipping inside Denise's robe and over her breast. Denise returned the attack for a moment, then broke off. "Let me make my reply to Bobby, then we can frolic to our hearts content." Denise said. "Just one more kiss, then I will let you type." Andrea said, pulling her back to take it. Afterwards, Andrea slid off her lap and poured Denise a cup of coffee. Setting it to one side of the computer, she sat on the table and snagged Betty's laptop. She sat it on her lap and started the show again. Her legs open next to where Denise was typing. She pulled her robe open all the way and softly touched her breasts or rubbed between her legs as she watched the parade of nubiles on the laptop. Denise did her best to reply to Bobby, fighting furtive glances to the side between Andrea's legs. She clearly explained *option base* and what it was used for. Also some different syntax that the different compilers used. She also threw in four different methods for doing the same thing he was attempting to do. She signed it simply: "Good to hear from you. Denise." She set her automatics to upload the letter and then turned her attention to Andrea, who had worked herself into a small frenzy. Denise plugged in the interface cable into the back of the laptop in Andrea's lap. She plugged hers into it after it completed it's upload and set it to mirror what was on Andrea's screen. Several of her favorite shots from her *student gallery* flashed by. She set the laptop to the side of Andrea where she could see it and then lifted her legs to either side of Andrea's, rocking back in her chair and pulling her robe open. She began to mirror Andrea's actions upon herself. Now Andrea's view included both the laptop and down between Denise's open legs. Denise saw the laptop on the table, or Andrea's open legs just to the side. Andrea controlled the show. Stopping upon girls she liked to look at and rubbing her clitoris and breasts as she looked between the young girls and Denise rubbing herself. Denise noticed Andrea had seemingly two extremes in her tastes. Either the older, more developed girls, or the seventh graders who were just barely showing their first signs of pubic hair. Perhaps the latter triggered some sort of maternal affection in her or -more probable- a longing for her own innocence which was ripped from her at that same age. Denise lowered her legs and began kissing up along the inside of Andrea's thighs. ---------------------------------- "I'm sorry, I never knew you had all that bottled up inside of you." Cindy said, snuggled to Betty. Betty hugged her and kissed her forehead. "You never should have known either. I was selfish to let it out like that." Betty said. Cindy hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek tenderly. "I don't think so. I think you are wonderful. Everybody needs to let it out now and then. If you hadn't gotten upset, then I would never have considered that point of view. I wouldn't want you to keep that bottled up inside you. Now we can talk about it because we know about it. We all want to understand. We all love you." she said, softly in Betty's ear. Betty hugged her close and sort of sighed heavily. "Thank you... I love all of you too. I'm just sorry I dumped all that on Denise and the rest of you." Betty sighed. "I can take it. I think the others can too. I for one think you're worth it." Cindy said, caressing her warm body. "Thank you love.... Mainly I'm worried about Denise though. She's the one I most didn't want to dump on. She's trying to carry all of this. When does *she* get to let it out?" Betty asked. "Whenever she chooses to. I'll be there, you will too as well as Andrea. As long as we let her know we are there to support her, maybe that will make it easier on her." Cindy offered. "She really is quite brilliant, you know. Not just about science, but about people. Everything we have gone through, she's turned to our advantage. Every obstacle we overcome makes us stronger, makes us more dependent and trusting on each other. Fact is that if we were all totally free to live and love like we choose to, I don't think we would all be as close. Not because I don't love you all either or think we don't all love each other. But it's overcoming adversity that has made us as strong as we are. Each time one of us breaks down like I did tonight and the others help her through it, we get stronger. Our love for each other grows. So does our dependence upon each other. I mean emotional dependence. I wish I could support that as well as I could the financial side. I get to feeling pretty useless. Denise doing all the emotional support for the lot of us and all I can do is offer money nobody wants." Betty said, tears dripping down her cheeks. "That's not so. You offer and give a lot more than that. For one, I think you give Denise a lot more emotional release than you realize. That lady loves your butt. I mean she's romantically in love with you, intellectually in love with you, emotionally dependent upon you, *flat adores you* in love with you. I've watched her leave school or my place in a very tense emotional state. I've been really concerned how she would make it through the night. She will go spend the night making love with you, or just talking to you. The next morning she is all smiles and happy again like she didn't have a care in the world. So don't you ever go thinking that you aren't needed. I need you. You touch a different place in me than either Denise or Andrea does. You are my reference as to what a woman *should* be like. You are elegant and strong at the same time. You are bright and educated and at the same time you think nothing of waiting upon those you love by bringing them a cup of coffee or something. You are emotionally strong yourself, but can be soft and cuddly. You aren't a woman someone else has defined. You are a woman who has made herself. You don't pay any attention to the bullshit limitations that society tries to place upon women. You just go about doing what you feel like doing. Andrea needs you. You are the firm hand in her life. The one she *chose* to be a firm hand. The one she gave her heart to freely. She needs you. She needs you to help her grow on her own. To develop into the woman she wants to be. She knows that Denise's lessons can be hard, but Andrea thinks she can handle it. But she needs to know that you are there behind her in case she teeters just a little bit. Not to pick her up or carry her or do all the work for her. But just to lend a hand momentarily for balance when it gets too much. I know Andrea as well as anybody, I guess. Certainly well enough to know that girl loves you very deeply. I saw it in her eyes that morning when you brought us breakfast in bed and roses. She's head over heels in love with you. I am too. Denise is too. We all love and need you. I can tell how important it is for you to stand on your own two feet. That's why that athletic scholarship through college meant so much to you when you probably had no need for it at all. You probably could have had your pick of schools. But you chose to go through college on your scholarship, because you felt like you had earned it. We never wanted to cut you off from what you were able to do to help us -as a family- work. We all just wanted that same satisfaction that you got by earning your scholarship. We just want to stand on our own two feet also, or at least to know we can. We didn't realize we were cutting you off in the process." Cindy said. Betty wept against her. Cindy held her tight and let her cry, knowing the release she was giving her. She lifted her chin and found Betty's lips. They met hers hungrily. Cindy moved over her as they kissed and lay full atop her. Then she grasped Betty's body and turned on her side. Betty went to roll atop her but Cindy stopped her. "Please, my love. Side by side. " Cindy said. Betty grinned and nodded. Her unique physiology making it possible as they cupped each others buns and pulled themselves into each other. It was just like baby bears porridge to Goldy Locks..... *just right*. ------------- Andrea set the laptop aside, pushing both of them closed. They were insignificant compared to what Denise was doing to her. Denise had her arms locked behind her hips and was using them to hold Andrea's pelvis into her face as she happily lapped away in abandon. Seeming to savor every taste of Andrea's nectar. She breathed it in deeply, tasted it, delved her tongue deeply in search of more. She teased and pleased like no other. Andrea leaned back on her hands in total abandon to Denise. The only reason she didn't lay back totally upon the table, was because she enjoyed looking down and seeing Denise doing what she was to her. Every so often a pair of emerald green eyes would look up at her and Andrea would just shiver and melt inside. Twice now they had triggered orgasms. Denise's fingers traced lightly up over Andrea's breasts. She was in seventh heaven. On her mind was all the times she had dreamed of doing this to Andrea before this all started. She let the young brunette's aroma fill her nostrils as she savored her nectar. She also savored the feeling of her young skin beneath her fingers. Tracing them over her breasts and down over her firm tummy and slim hips. "God I love this." Andrea gasped. Denise lifted her head to look in to her eyes, then kissed softly at a nipple before replying. "I could do this for days without stopping. I love the taste of your nectar and the feel of your young skin under my fingers." she breathed, huskily, then dipped her head and returned to her lapping. "That's just fine with me... Nobody makes me feel like you do." Andrea gasped, laying back once more upon the table. Cindy came in, wearing her robe and slippers. She stopped and watched a moment. "Dessert looks good." she chuckled, bending to Denise. Denise lifted her head and kissed her deeply. "Mmmm it is good." Cindy said. "Care for some of your own, direct?" Denise asked, tracing her fingers up the insides of Cindy's legs. "I thank you, but I just had some of Betty's delightful nectar. She's out now. I just came out for a cup of hot chocolate to help *me* sleep." Cindy said. "Put your chocolate in the microwave and come give me a little dessert. *I'll* help you sleep." Andrea offered. Cindy smiled at her and did as she said, climbing up onto the table and opening her robe. She moved one knee to either side of Andrea's head and sort of sat back on her breasts. "Mmmm that's a lovely sight. Andrea's breasts silhouetted against Cindy's derrière." Denise noted, between licks. "Mmph..." Andrea replied. Cindy abandon herself to Andrea's assault, it not really being a common assault, more of her savoring Cindy's juices at leisure. Her tongue touching Cindy's clitoris just enough to keep Cindy interested in sitting there. The microwave dinged, signaling Cindy's milk was hot. It got ignored. Andrea had never done her like this before, Cindy enjoyed it. She leaned back on her hands perched on Andrea's hip bones and softly moaned. She felt Denise's hands trace softly over her sides and back. She leaned way back and Denise kissed her an upside down kiss scented with Andrea's nectar before she returned back to Andrea's labia. Now to increase the depth of her probe, she used her trick of sucking a vacuum on Andrea's vagina and then using her tongue as a cork. The vacuum drawing her tongue deeper inside than she could have pushed it. Andrea giggled and then added her little muscular trick that she had learned for Bobby. Denise felt her tongue sucked in till it strained at it's roots. At the same time, Andrea used the trick of the vacuum on Cindy. "God, is your tongue getting longer!?" Cindy gasped. Denise giggled and moaned yes. Then Cindy got the giggles, thinking that Denise was licking her *though* Andrea. Then Andrea got the giggles because she couldn't help it with women on both ends of her giggling. Denise cured them by pulling her tongue out and attacking Andrea's clitoris directly. She in turn did the same to Cindy. Soon the giggles were replaced with moans. Cindy wanted some too, so she momentarily rocked up and then reversed herself, crawling back down over Andrea, who resumed her lapping at her from the other direction. Cindy met Denise over Andrea's mons Venus and kissed her deeply. Moaning through the kiss as Andrea attacked her clitoris. Denise swirled her tongue around Cindy's and then softly ended the kiss. "Why don't you finish my dessert for me. I'll just sit here and watch... maybe put on a little show for you." Denise said. Cindy pulled her back into a deep kiss and then dipped her head to please Andrea. Once again Denise leaned back in her chair and put her legs to either side of Andrea's. Opening her womanhood to Cindy's gaze. Then she began to feel her own breasts and body. Cindy tore into Andrea with renewed vigor. Andrea moaned suddenly. "What are you doing to her? God, it's like she's a swarm of bees and I'm honey." Andrea gasped. "Tastes about right to me." Cindy giggled, keeping her eye's glued upon Denise, now fingering herself. Between the sight before her, and Andrea's assault beneath her, Cindy began to moan loudly. Followed by Andrea, followed by Denise. The moaning prodded more as they all got more excited. The positive feedback built upon itself until all three women cried out in orgasm. Cindy collapsed down on top of Andrea, who was doing her best just to breath with Cindy atop her as she fought to recover from her massive orgasm. Denise softly stroked herself as she cooled down. Then stood, kissed Cindy and then moved around to kiss Andrea, tasting Cindy's juices upon her tongue. Cindy managed to move off Andrea so she could breathe. Denise caressed the two girls as they climbed off the table and found chairs for support. Denise checked Cindy's milk, restarted it and then returned to kiss each of the girls tenderly. "If you only knew all the times I've dreamed of doing that...." she said. "You are most welcome to indulge yourself, anytime you wish." Andrea said, pulling her back and kissing her again. "That you are.... You all are....... I love you all." Cindy said, getting misty eyed. Andrea took her hand and pulled her into her lap. Denise went to fix her hot chocolate. "Some for you Andrea?" Denise asked. "No thank you. I won't have any difficulty sleeping once I hit Betty's arms." Andrea said. "Kind of like that lady, don't you." Denise chuckled. "What's not to like? She's adorable." Andrea replied, distantly. "She's also very vulnerable right now. She climaxed so hard when we made love, .I thought she was going to break something. I think she's feeling hurt and useless. She doesn't know how to help without money. When we all refused it, it was like saying we didn't want her help." Cindy said. "Yes, I've been thinking about that.... Her whole life she's been taught how to deal with problems using money as a solution. Problems we haven't had the luxury of solving with money so we learned other ways. But in some ways, her way *is* a valid answer. If she hadn't gotten me that laptop, then Bobby's message would have gone unheeded till tomorrow night at least. So... my loves. I think -for the moment at least- that we should *accept* Betty's gifts. Thank her sincerely. Keep track of them as you please to match them or not down the road. But openly accept anything she chooses to give to you. If what she gives you presents a problem for you to explain it to your parents, tell her so. But accept it if you can leave it at her place or something. Let her know that you appreciate what she does, whatever it is. But reinforce the non-monetary things she does. When she fills your coffee cup, catch her hand and let her know that you appreciate it. That sort of thing." Denise said. "I agree. Not that I desire anything from her but her love. But anything she's likely to give to us, isn't likely to hurt her. Our refusal of it, very well might." Cindy added. "You know I desire nothing but her lips. But I will do as you bid." Andrea replied. Denise looked at her a moment. The microwave dinged with Cindy's milk once more and Denise turned to make it for her. Cindy kissed Andrea tenderly and bid her good night. Then slid off her lap and moved to accept her hot chocolate from Denise, kissing her good night in the process. She hugged her and then slipped away. Andrea was looking at Denise who was still looking at her thoughtfully. "Have I displeased you, my love?" Andrea asked, concerned. "No, in no way have you displeased me. But we also haven't talked about our relationship since you first came to me... and things are very different now. As you well know." Denise replied, fixing herself a hot chocolate. "I would assume this was brought up by the way I replied just now that I would *do as you bid*?" Andrea asked. Denise nodded. "But I *will* do as you bid. Anything you bid." Andrea replied. "Why?" Denise asked, simply. "Because I love you. And anything you bid me do would be for my own good. I am not blind...... I know what it is I say... You know, much of what Bobby taught me is absolutely valid, whether or not anybody agrees with the method of his teaching." Andrea said, looking at the floor. "It is for that reason and your affection for him that I am trying to help him instead of throwing him to the legal wolves." Denise replied. "I know.... but I think there is more to it than that. You care. You honestly care about people. You know Bobby is how he is because of his torture as a POW. That means something to you. The authorities might shrug and say; '*So what? He still broke the law.*' You are not like that. No matter what you say. You could no sooner turn Bobby in than you could your grandmother. Not that she did anything wrong." Andrea replied. "Yes, I do care about him, and how he got to be the way he is. But at the moment, I'm much more concerned about you." Denise said, mixing the chocolate into her hot milk. "Why? Because I indicated my passivity to you?" Andrea asked. "Partially, I guess. But you have been through some fairly hefty emotional changes and realizations in the past two weeks. Things I think we need talk about." Denise said, moving to sit by her at the table. Andrea shivered a bit. "Come on, I'll put a log on the fire. We can talk in the living room." she said, making her way out. Denise came and sat on the sofa, tucking her feet up under her as Andrea built a fire. She was cool and efficient about it. Small chunks of pre- pressed paraffin and sawdust log became fire starter for larger kindling and three medium logs. One match was all that was needed. Andrea lighting the starters before opening the flue on the chimney. Then she sat back on her heels and poked a bit at the pile to get the proper airflow. Finally she moved the screen into place. "I think I will make me one of those after all, back in a moment." Andrea said, heading for the kitchen. Denise could tell that she wanted to talk, she was just pacing herself at the speed that she could handle it. She had been through a lot that day already. Perhaps Denise was making an error in trying to talk to her about it now. Andrea returned with her chocolate and sipped at it a moment. She set it on the end table, then removed her robe and stood nude before Denise. "This is yours. I have freely given it to you." Andrea said, dropping to her knees before her. "You need not do this, Andrea. I had thought that we were past this." Denise replied, not unaffected by the young brunette. "No, we *need* not. But I *want* to." Andrea replied, bending forward to passionately kiss her. Denise set her chocolate on the end table and found her arms wrapping around the young girl. Andrea's hands found the tie on her robe and pulled it open. Then traced inside it and over her breasts. Teasing the nipples. Denise moaned softly through the kiss. Andrea kissed down to Denise's womanhood and stopped. She took a sip of her chocolate to warm her tongue and then delved in. Denise laying back in abandon to the hot tongue as Andrea pulled her hips to her mouth. The hot tongue delved into her and continued it's explorations until Denise suddenly lifted her hips in orgasm. Andrea followed her hips adroitly and then pulled back. Softly caressing her as she cooled down once more. She moved to the sofa beside her and lay back, her head in Denise's lap. Pulling Denise's hand to her breasts. Denise enjoyed the feel of the young skin under her fingers. Teasing lightly at the nipples. "That was to thank you for earlier. You gave me great pleasure. I sought only to return it." Andrea said, softly, looking up between Denise's breasts. "I think you are avoiding the subject." Denise said, breathlessly. "No, I was making a *point* of the subject. The point is that I *am* yours. Forever and always. Completely yours. Even knowing what I know. If you wish me, then take me at your whim." Andrea replied. Denise reached under Andrea's arms and pulled her up into her lap. She held her skin to skin with her. Her hands softly tracing over Andrea's body. Andrea shivered a bit, and Denise reached out and grabbed her robe and pulled it around her as a blanket. "You are a free woman, Andrea." Denise said. "I know that. I choose to bind myself to you. As I chose to bind myself to Bobby." Andrea replied. "*Did* you choose to bind yourself to Bobby?" Denise asked, pointedly. "I was ready. I always loved him. I *adored* him from the time I was a little girl. I know now exactly what he did to me. Knowing that, I still love and desire him. As I said earlier. Much of what Bobby taught me was valid. Even when he took me from behind the first time, he was careful how he did it. He made me want him. I know. But he did not make me want something I didn't *already* want. He only showed me what it was that I already desired. From the first moment when he pulled my towel away and lay his head upon my stomach. He kissed me beside my navel. Inside I felt like jelly. I was quivering in anticipation of what he would do to me. I knew what sex was. I wanted him to do it to me. I wanted him to touch me. I still do. Perhaps he taught me things that I will never have a need for. I think he was driven to do that. Somehow he got fixated on me when he was a prisoner of war. The image he held of me in his mind helped him to survive. His view of reality got skewed. He loved me. He thought he had to teach me those things to protect me. He sought to protect me from the world that had been so cruel to him. Well, he did. Not that I will ever have to worry about being a POW. I don't think. But the lessons he taught me did make me a woman. A very strong woman. Stronger than many fully grown women. He taught me to face things that others -June, for instance- never could. She will never face reality. I face it every day. He also taught me the meaning of true devotion. And not by teaching me to become his slave. He taught me that by example. It was his devotion to *me* that allowed him to survive. It was that devotion that drove him to teach me the lessons that he did. At the same time he taught me passion. Then he gave me the tools to deal with what was to come; The fact that I had lost my virginity to my brother. A fact that society would find distasteful at best. He sent me in search of you. A greater master who would teach me tenderness and compassion. You are a greater master. You have taught me tenderness and compassion. That compassion is universal where it is needed. It applies to him. I feel compassion and tenderness towards him. So... I am not sorry that he taught me the lessons that he did. My only sorrow arises from the fact that I did not learn the lessons that you taught me before I hurt Cindy. I am devoted to you, I am devoted to Cindy. I am devoted to Betty and I am devoted to him. Totally devoted. If there is a single thing that I can do that you desire, then I will do it. I do it because I choose to be devoted to you. When I make love to him. It is the most pleasure I have ever felt. Even with the depth of feeling that you have taught me. It was the lessons from both of you that make me what I am now. Those lessons tell me what is really important. That is in pleasing those you love. I would do anything to please you. I would do anything to please any one of you. He taught me so much that society would not have taught me, and I am grateful for it. Society would not have taught me or even tolerated me loving a woman. Yet it is one of the greatest pleasures that I have known. I could not have loved you or Cindy or Betty as I do had he not taught me those lessons. Society would punish him for that. I would choose to reward him for that. That is what I feel now. Knowing full well what he did to me and what the repercussions of that could be. I am thankful to you for all you have given to me. For all the love you have shown me. For all the tenderness and compassion you have given to me and by example taught to me. I could not hate Bobby any more than I could hate you or Cindy or Betty. I do not even hate June. I think she is misguided and shallow. That does not make her my enemy. It makes her worthy of my compassion. So... that is how I feel. I desire to make love with you night and day for the rest of my life if you would have me. It was Bobby who made me able to feel that." Andrea concluded, lifting Denise's chin and kissing her tenderly. Denise quivered through the kiss. Andrea pulled back and gazed into her eyes. "Please.... Touch my womanhood. I desire the feel of your fingers inside me." Andrea asked. Denise slid her hand down between Andrea's legs. She used her fingers to spread her labia and worked a finger inside the young girl. Feeling the slick warmth surround her fingers. Andrea quivered in her arms. "Do you feel how wet with desire you make me?" Andrea asked, hoarsely. Denise nodded. "Yes, you are wet. I feel your body around my finger. You are slick and warm around me... it feels good." she said, a bit hoarse. "That is the feel of a woman. A woman who desires you. But Bobby helped me be that woman. He helped me to understand the touch of another. He taught me to be open to the touch of another woman. Society would not have taught me this. He did. Now you are helping him. I am grateful beyond words for that. I do not know if we will be successful. But I know that you will try. That is sufficient for me. If I had one great wish of all wishes, it would be to make love with all of you at the same time. Bobby included. To feel his manhood inside me as your fingers are. To taste you upon my tongue. To feel Cindy and Betty's lips upon my nipples and my fingers inside them like yours are inside me. That is what I desire most in the whole world." Andrea said, snuggling to Denise. "I can not promise that that will happen. But we can view it as a goal." Denise said, continuing her caresses between Andrea's legs. "I understand. Any such promise would be a lie. You will not lie to me. I know that. I only wished to make you see..... Right now you have your fingers *inside a fifteen year old girl*. A victim of incest, one of your students. Now there are only two ways to view that. Either it is a great tragedy, or it is a great joy. I choose to believe the latter. Today I knew great pleasure at the hands of those I love. I only wished you to know that I realize that was all possible because of Bobby. I do not hate him for what he did to me. I *love him* for what he did to me." Andrea replied. "If that is really the way you feel, love. I will back you 100%. No matter what it costs me." Denise said, hugging her to her. Andrea kissed her deeply. In the midst of the kiss she began using her muscle contractions to stroke at Denise's fingers inside her. Before the kiss was over she moaned softly as a gentle orgasm took her. Squeezing Denise's fingers inside her as the contraction gripped her body. Andrea wept with joy in her arms. "I know we have made love many times today. Yet I still feel a burning desire for you." she gasped. "Well, for whatever reason. Women were given a great gift. We can make love as often as we like." Denise said, moving to stretch out on the sofa. She moved Andrea to position her atop her. She began to kiss her deeply as she started to rotate her hips beneath her, rubbing their clitorises together. Her hands tracing the lithe body of the young woman atop her. They made love another dozen times. They interleaved their legs and rubbed their womanhood's together. They reversed and pleased each other jointly in the sixty-nine position. Denise lay Andrea face down and massaged her back with her hair and breasts. Kneading her soft buns under her fingertips. She delved her head to dip her tongue between the cracks of Andrea's posterior. Again and again they cried out in passion, and still they continued. They kissed and caressed each other endlessly. They fingered each other and themselves before the other one. Andrea returned her affections lick per lick, stroke per stroke, kiss per kiss. Lastly they made love face to face, eyes open. Fighting to hold each others gaze as the last massive orgasm took them in tandem. Then they lay together softly caressing each other before the fire. Satiated at last. "You are quite a woman." Denise said, softly. "As are you, my dearest love." Andrea said, caressing her softly. "And what is it you feel now?" Denise asked. Andrea lifted her head to gaze into her eyes. "I feel loved. It pervades my whole being. I am the luckiest woman on earth to know *your* love and the love of Cindy and Betty." she replied, tears in her eyes. "So let us go join them. Let us make it a night of love." Denise suggested, softly. Andrea kissed her deeply, her tongue swirling sensually around Denise's. The kiss lasted a long time. Then Andrea slid off the sofa and got shakily to her feet. She reached a hand back and helped Denise up. Together they entered the bedroom and moved in beside the sleeping pair. Their caresses and kisses awoke the pair. They responded. First Andrea moved over Cindy as Denise moved over Betty. Later they made a square and all pleased each other jointly. It was early morning by the time they caressed each other to sleep once more. Chapter Seventeen. Bobby was up at the crack of dawn, as usual. He went through his morning routine. Then he sat down at the computer once more. Taking up the advanced books that Denise had sent. He set the computer to log on to his Internet account. He didn't expect to hear back from Denise for several days anyway. But to his surprise, there was her message. He clicked to read it. "No shit." he mumbled absently to himself. He called up his program and made the changes that she had suggested. He had to fight his outburst when it worked! He had a slight smile on his face when he went to do his morning meditation. ------------ Cindy awoke snuggled to Betty. Sometime during the night she'd developed a real affection for her. Not just loved her platonically, or enjoyed making love with her. But loved her totally. It had seemed to her that Betty felt the same. She lightly drew her fingertips up over her bare breasts, reveling in the feel of her skin. Betty's eyes opened to hers and they melted together into a soft kiss. They pulled back and just looked into each others eyes afterwards. Cindy held Betty's breast in her free hand. "Shower with me?" Cindy asked, quietly. Betty smiled and nodded, kissing her once more before silently slipping out of the bed. Cindy followed. They turned back to see Andrea snuggled to Denise like a clinging vine. Denise seemed to quite like it, she half smiled in her sleep. Cindy felt Betty's arms wrap around her from behind. She kissed her on the neck softly. "Those are our loves. Aren't they gorgeous? Don't you feel blessed?" Betty whispered softly in her ear. Cindy lifted one of Betty's hands to her lips and kissed the palm. Then she held up three fingers and led Betty into the bath. "Three times so." she said, softly, pulling her into a kiss. Betty held up a finger and left for a moment. She returned with her tooth brush. Cindy smiled and opened the bathroom cupboard. She still had one there. They brushed their teeth. Cindy relieving herself while Betty used the sink. Then they changed. They met at the shower door. "How's the hot water situation here?" Betty asked. "Never ran out, and Andrea and I tested it real hard a few times." Cindy replied, turning on the water and adjusting it. They stepped in together. Their lips met as the hot water cascaded down over their merging bodies. Cindy grabbed the soap and lathered up Betty's front and then moved against her once more. She directed the shower over against the wall and then pushed Betty against it. Moving her hips up against hers. She began to squirm against her as they kissed deeply. With Betty's mounting excitement, her clitoris swelled enough to contact Cindy's. Then it was magic as they kissed and squirmed together. Their kisses became hungry and searching. Their hands exploring each others slick bodies. Cindy directed the water to rinse Betty and then sank to her knees. She lifted Betty's leg over one shoulder and moved in to please her orally. Moving her tongue over her clitoris -now an old, dear friend- all the way up into her womanhood and even back to swirl around her anus. Betty almost died from the pleasure of what Cindy was doing to her. She remembered the times she had sat in her office and observed her and Andrea, longing for them. She remembered Cindy's first year, her body less developed but showing the buds of her womanhood. Her pubic hair sparse, shorter still than her current trim. Her hips not yet to their fullness. She was lovely then. She was gorgeous now. Betty felt three times blessed as well. A deep groan escaped her lips as her pelvis thrust into Cindy's warm tongue repeatedly. Cindy savored the taste of Betty's womanhood for a moment before she rose up to kiss her deeply. "That, was to thank you dearly for last night." Cindy said, punctuating the words with soft kisses. "Mmm It was my pleasure, both times. My turn... you adorable woman whom I have desired for years." Betty said, kissing her deeply, then sinking to her knees. Cindy moved back against the wall and abandon herself to Betty's attack. Lifting a leg over her shoulder. Betty moved in like a bee to the pollen, savoring the nectar of young womanhood. She used everything Denise had taught her plus a few things she already knew to tease Cindy to the edge. She held her there just a moment, let her slide back and then teased her over into the abyss of pleasure. Warm lips were upon Cindy's once more when she became aware of her surroundings. Betty was supporting her gently, but firmly. Cindy pulled her into a deep kiss which seemed to last for hours. Eventually they finished up their shower and then dried each other tenderly. At times following the towel with their tongues. "That was really... special. Thank you." Betty said, kissing her tenderly. "I think the special part came sometime last night. When we were eye to eye, like now. That's when our souls got engaged. May I show you how Denise and I wed our souls?" Cindy asked, softly. "Please." Betty said, hoarsely. Cindy leaned and kissed her directly over her heart. "With these lips I thee wed, for all time and eternity." she said, solemnly. Betty got tears in her eyes. She hugged Cindy tightly then dropped to her knees and repeated the gesture on her. Afterward they melted back into a deep, slow, searching kiss. "Shall we make breakfast for our dear loves?" Betty asked, afterwards. "Yes... and then perhaps thank them for instigating a lovely night of love." Cindy replied. She touched Betty's cheek softly once more, then moved to find hers and Betty's robes. They also found their slippers. Denise and Andrea still clung together. They slipped out and started breakfast. Kissing often as they cooked. Working as a team they had it all done in fifteen minutes. They loaded up two bed trays and carried it back into the bedroom. Cindy smiled at her. Set her tray down on the dresser and carried two cups of coffee to Andrea's side of the bed. Betty nodded and did the same for Denise's side. They used their eyes to coordinate their attack, each taking a sip of coffee and replacing her cup on the night stand before they jointly bent to wake their loves. Both Denise and Andrea moaned deeply and half sat up gasping in pleasure. "Good morning, loves." Cindy giggled, continuing her attack on Andrea. "Turn about is fair play, darlings." Betty giggled, continuing hers upon Denise. Their hands roamed freely, exploring the bodies of the two writhing lovelies. They didn't stop until the two of them lifted their hips in mutual orgasm. Then they gently caressed them as their passion cooled once more. "That was to thank you for instigating that lovely session last night." Cindy said to the two of them, caressing Andrea softly. Andrea pulled her hand to her lips and kissed the palm softly. Denise did the same to Betty. "Pit stop or eat first?" Betty asked. "Pit stop." Denise giggled, slipping out. Andrea was right on her heels. She danced around a bit while Denise went and then gratefully plunked down. Denise moved to brush her teeth. Andrea soon joined her. Her hand sliding up Denise's smooth backside. Afterwards they shared a deep kiss before returning to the bedroom. Cindy and Betty parted to let them back onto the bed. They got up and served the two women. Their own plates upon the trays as well. "You don't mind if we eat with you do you?" Betty asked. "Not at all... I prefer it..... And thank you for that lovely wake up. I guess that was payback for disturbing your slumber last night." Denise said. "You did not disturb us. You gave us all a night of delightful love making that we all needed to marry our bond further." Betty replied, softly. Denise pulled her to her and kissed her tenderly. Andrea did the same with Cindy. "We are as close as we have ever been." Betty said, once Denise released her. She repeated the vow that Cindy and her had shared in the shower with Denise, then Andrea. Cindy repeated it with Andrea and then Denise and Andrea repeated it. Then to match the moment, Denise and Cindy repeated their vow again. Then Cindy and Betty. Lastly Betty and Andrea. "If their is a higher power. I hope they realized that means we all wish it for eternity." Cindy said, misty eyed. They didn't talk much after that for a while, just sat around feeding each other and enjoying each others company. Afterwards they moved the trays aside and sat together four across, snuggled to each other as they sipped their coffee. "Well loves, I think we are as close to a family as we can possibly be until we get a lot of work done." Denise remarked. "If you all don't object. Then I will have the contractors start as soon as possible on the foundation and outside work for the house. Maybe they can get the foundation in before winter hits." Betty offered, tentatively. Denise kissed her cheek. "Yes, please. The sooner the better." she replied. Betty looked at her curiously. "You're not going to argue?" she asked. "No love. For one we've covered it before. We all know what the agreement is. For another.... We never meant to block you out from helping us all. We just wanted you to know that it was *you* we cared for." Denise replied, softly kissing her. "So does that mean we get to spend another wonderful day making love?" Cindy giggled. "No, love. It means we get to spend a lot of it making love. But I know there are two young ladies who have not cracked a book all weekend." Betty replied. "Spoken like mine own true love." Denise said, softly. "I suggest, then, that we make love for an hour or so, do our homework, let you two zealots check it, then make love the rest of the day." Andrea suggested. "Zealots are we? Just for that you can do your homework first. Which is a good idea while you can still think, actually." Denise giggled. "Breakfast in bed and what do we get?" Cindy asked, rolling her eyes. "You and Andrea get to do your homework. I.... will be personally thanking this lovely lady here." Denise said, touching Betty's cheek softly. "I helped." Cindy protested. "And I will be personally thanking you when we finish our homework." Andrea demurred. "I guess it wouldn't hurt much if you did that now." Denise said. She took a last long sip on her coffee and then handed the cup to Betty who placed it with hers on the night stand. Denise pulled the closure on her robe open and pushed it off her shoulders as her hands began to explore her. Andrea did the same to Cindy. Their coffee cups barely on the night stand before she moved over her, pulling her robe opened. ----------------------------------------------- "My, I wished you'd had that operation years ago." Marge sighed in Sam's arms. "I never realized how much it was holding us back, or I would have. I thought that maybe you wanted more kids." Sam replied. "I might have at one time. But I'm not up to another fifteen to eighteen years of dealing with being a parent." Marge chuckled, caressing his arm which was around her abdomen. "Yes, I understand. Cindy's been a joy. But I need no other myself..... Wonder how she's doing now?' Sam mused. "Knowing Denise.... -and Betty- she's probably joyfully happy, doing her homework right now." Marge replied. "Now? Wouldn't she have done it Friday night?" Sam asked. "That's one of the silliest things you ever said, Sam. You saw them Friday. They were so hot for each other they probably barely made it inside before their clothes were off. Then Denise had that project on Saturday. Which meant that they couldn't make love all day like Cindy would have liked, so that Saturday night was pretty well taken up with that. That leaves this morning. They probably will make love once or twice and then the teachers will see to it that they do their homework." Marge replied. "You seem to have them all figured out... wish I did." Sam said. "Not that difficult. I just think about what I'd be doing... You know it's likely we gained three daughters-in-law over this?" Marge asked. "I'm mostly thrilled about that." Sam replied, caressing his wife. "Mostly? Andrea worries you?" Marge asked, insightfully. Sam half chuckled. "You know me fairly well. Yes, I admit that Andrea worries me. One, for what she did to Cindy and second.... Bobby. That whole thing could easily blow up in their faces." he said. "They know that. That's why Denise refused living permanently with Cindy for now. No, I think they have that all well in hand. Andrea's a different person. I'll wager as different a person as Cindy got to be after her time with Denise, probably more so. As to Bobby.... You may get a son-in-law out of this yet if I guess right." Marge replied. "Bobby? God, I don't know how I feel about that. A man who could rape his own sister." Sam said. "I don't think he necessarily did....knowing Andrea. If he did.... it wasn't fully his fault. You said yourself that those guys who came back from the POW camps weren't the same men." Marge said. "Alright, love. Explain to me how this is all going to work." Sam asked. "I expect them all to end up living at Betty's house, Bobby too. Perhaps it will get added onto to give them all room. Anyway, from the outside, it will seem that Bobby is happy couple with one of them, Betty, probably. Anybody coming in will see that everybody has their own room. There will be no external hint of Bobby's and Andrea's relationship. The only thing I see that could upset the whole thing, is June -Ms. Benito- she could fuck up the whole thing." Marge said. "My such language." Sam teased. "Just calling a spade a spade... You know I don't use it very often." Marge replied. "I know, I'm just teasing.... Want to do it again?" Sam asked. "Yes... Think you're up to it?" Marge asked. "I think I will be after I take the time to properly please you." Sam chuckled. "Careful about fully awakening my hidden passion love. Denise said her and Cindy made love thirty times last weekend. Us women are a lot hotter than you men think." Marge teased. "They had thirty orgasms in two days?" Sam gasped. "Good heavens no. They had thirty *sessions*. I'd wager the number of orgasms was well over a hundred. At least three per session. Probably closer to five." Marge chuckled. "How the hell could they do that? I mean thirty sessions alone would be phenomenal. They had to sleep." Sam asked. "Denise explained that. You and I did it about ten times that same weekend. But each of them had three separate partners. So if they each did it the same amount as you and I, but with three separate partners, then it doesn't seem out of line." Marge replied. "But three to five orgasms each time?" he asked. "You tell me. How many did I have just this last time?" Marge asked. Sam nodded. "Four.... maybe five." he said. "You know very well it was six. Three before we started, once when you entered me, one in the middle and a big one at the end with you." Marge replied. "Yeah.... I don't know how you women do that. I'm a bit envious of that, but I'm thrilled for you. Fact is that I enjoy giving them to you just about as much as feeling one myself. I wouldn't mind giving you more, even if I wasn't up to it myself." Sam replied. "Why Sam Crowther. That's one of the nicest offers you ever made.... I may just take you up on that. Not because I'm a hedonist either. I get my greatest joy in knowing that it's you giving them to me." Marge said, hugging him. "Starting now?" he grinned. "Tell you what. How about I give myself one while we get you ready. By rubbing myself against you..... I'd also like to try... some coffee." Marge said. "Coffee? What the hell do you do with that?" he asked. "Just a hunch. I noticed Cindy's reaction when she was sitting on Denise's lap and she took a sip of her coffee. She seemed to squirm a bit and got this distant smile. Think about what a hot tongue would feel like." Marge suggested. "Oh!.... She did *that* to our little girl?" Sam asked. "Darling.... You saw our little girl in that dress... She's not so little. She's a full grown woman. I also experienced your reaction afterwards. I let myself believe it was your reaction to Denise." Marge said. "You think I have the hots for our daughter?" Sam asked, hurt. "I think you are a man who enjoys the sight of a firm, sexy woman. One of them just happened to be our daughter. I'm certainly not accusing you of being inclined to follow that attraction. But I'm fairly certain you felt it. I did too. But our ethics would never let us follow through, so I don't see it as a problem." Marge replied. "You felt an attraction for Cindy?" Sam gasped. "What's there not to be attracted to? She's young, vibrant, sexy and very sensual. That dress left no question of that. I have no desire to follow those inclinations, just as you don't. But I fully admit I felt them." Marge said. Sam seemed thoughtful. "So how do we do this?" he asked. "You, dear, just lay there and enjoy it. I'll do all the work. Although a bit of caressing on your part would be nice." Marge replied, moving over him. --------------------------------------------------- Bobby almost missed his lunch time, concentrating on the other things Denise had sent him. He moved back and forth between the books and the computer, learning. He noticed the time and moved away to fix and eat his lunch. Then he was back at it. His parents were in the kitchen, away from Bobby, still they talked quietly. "It certainly seems to have caught his interest. He seems almost excited or at least eager to learn it." Sally Billings remarked to her husband. "Yes, I noticed. I think we may have found a road to him. But let's let it sit for now. If he gets to feeling that this will trap him into talking... he may back away from it. I don't want that." John Billings replied. Sally took her husbands hand and squeezed it in support. "Maybe having Betty around is helping a bit too." she mused. "Could be... Not that Bobby seems to notice." he replied. "He noticed... Somehow I just know he did." Sally said. "Yes dear." John replied. ------------- Denise sat back on the sofa drinking coffee. Betty rested on the arm, sipping her own cup. Her other hand rested easily upon Denise's shoulder. The girls were in the kitchen studying. They were all dressed in shorts and T-shirts. Betty happened to look outside a little bit before and found a light blanket of white covering the terrain. "I guess that kind of dashes my hopes about getting the foundation in before winter." she mused. "Not necessarily. We're a good two-thousand feet higher here, maybe as little as fifteen-hundred. We could have a good two weeks to a month before it hits us down there." Denise replied. Betty kissed her cheek softly. "I don't know how you can be so magical. It's like you say a few simple words and all my worries disappear." she said. Denise let her hand rest on her inner thigh from beneath. She leaned and softly kissed her outer thigh. "You are pretty magical yourself, love." she replied. "Not like you are to me." Betty said. "Oh, I don't know that's true. You are very magical to me. We share a special.... *warm* relationship. I can feel you when you're not there. You're the one who makes it all alright for me. You seem to know just how to respond to my changing moods." Denise said. "Thank you... I feel the same about you......." Betty said. "Something on your mind, love?" Denise asked. "Just wondering where we go from here. Now that Bobby's sort of made contact." Betty said. "Like the guy, huh?" Denise asked. Betty looked at her and smiled. "Am I so transparent?" she asked. "No, it's just that special relationship we share that makes me that perceptive.... I don't know. I want to give him time to do it on his own. I think if I push him at all then it would scare him back into his shell. But you could maybe help." Denise said. "How?" Betty asked. "He runs every morning and evening. Run with him. He's up early enough you can make it to school and runs late enough that you could get back there. Just drop in beside him and run with him. The goal being getting him out running with us in the park on Saturdays." Denise suggested. "That's not a bad plan. What about Andrea's parents?' Betty asked. "Isn't that the plan? To let them know that you are courting him? They will see it as such and love you for it." Denise replied. The girls came in from the kitchen, bringing their homework with them. Cindy settled on Denise's lap while she checked it over. Betty moved to sit in an easy chair and Andrea settled on her lap. Over the next ten minutes they each went over and discussed the work with the girls. Finally the girls packed up their homework. "Some lunch?" Andrea asked. "My turn to cook." Denise replied. "Nope, you cooked dinner last night. It is my turn as I haven't cooked yet." Andrea replied. "You made lunch yesterday." Denise argued. "Sit down. I want to." Andrea said, moving to kiss her softly. "I'll help." Cindy said, kissing Denise as well before sliding off her lap. "So Betty and I just sit here and look at each other?" Denise asked. "Sounds enjoyable to me... from either perspective." Andrea replied, heading for the kitchen. -------- June didn't dare drive down the snow covered driveway. Instead she took pictures of the two cars, obviously there all night. She looked about, but could see no way to not leave a trail to the cabin. There was only one window that wasn't visibly shuttered anyway. Remembering that Andrea had mentioned her folks had a cabin by a lake, she had located them. That was sufficient. She turned around and headed back into town. ---------- "Now can we make love?" Cindy asked, after lunch. "Oh... I guess so." Denise giggled, pulling her into her lap. Andrea moved onto Betty's lap. Had June snapped a picture at the kitchen window at that moment, it would have been all she needed. The two girls deeply kissing their teachers, the older women's hands up inside their shirts or in their shorts. Much later they lay together on the bed, softly stroking each other. "My turn to make dinner." Betty mused, spreading her kisses around and then rolling off the bed. "I'll help." Denise offered. "Do that, keep them two occupied while I cook." Betty chuckled. After dinner they seemed to get sort of quiet and moody. They kissed a lot as they sipped at an after dinner coffee. They all went back into the bedroom to make love one last time before they had to go. Finally they packed up and headed out. Andrea performing her walk through and taking a list of what the cabin needed in way of supplies, which wasn't much after Denise's shopping. The ride back was strangely silent. But easy. They all just regretted that they had to go back to ignoring their desires for the week. At least concerning the girls. Betty and Denise even felt a bit guilty that they didn't on the weeknights. They stopped by Betty's house first. Mostly as a ritual now where they all kissed each other passionately before they had to go back to their charades. Betty ran Andrea home while Denise ran Cindy home. Betty arrived at the Billings house during their dinner. She agreed to a cup of decaf and sat a bit with the family. "Andrea tells me that Bobby runs every morning and evening. Would you folks mind if I stopped by and ran with him. The exercise would probably do me good." Betty asked. Bobby said nothing, nobody expected him to. Only Andrea seemed to notice the slight flicker in his eyes. "That might be fun for him to have a little company. He's pretty serious about his running though. He runs pretty fast." Sally replied. "I'd do my best to keep up. But I may do it anyway. Maybe at least in the evenings." Betty replied. "He seemed sort of excited about the computer today, for some reason. Not really excited, I guess. He just seemed very intent... and almost smiling." John said. "Does he spend much time on the Internet?" Betty asked. "Surprisingly not. He seems to be working on learning to program. I don't know what he's writing, but I'm glad he seems to like it." John replied. "Well, I best be on my way. Denise is expecting me." Betty said. "Oh?" Sally asked. "She's moving into my place to help share expenses. It gets kind of lonely not having anyone around to talk to. She seems pretty easy to live with. I think it will work out well. Besides, I quite like having her around. She's showing me a lot about computers and such." Betty replied. "It's nice that you two are such good friends. Living together won't spoil that will it?" Sally asked. "No. We get along great. She's very eager to pay her share. Almost too eager. But we alternate cooking meals for each other and stuff. Yesterday she helped me with my security system. Running the trencher like an old pro." Betty said. "I ran it too." Andrea commented. "You did?" John asked, amazed. "Yes, she did. Denise is really good about that. She showed both girls how to safely run it. Not that it was all that dangerous. It's not like a regular trencher. This one sort of forced a knife blade into the earth and laid a wire out from it's tip. We were having so much fun we ran it till we ran out of wire." Betty bubbled. "Why the sudden interest in security at your place?" John asked. "Well, we've had kind of a problem with Ms. Benito. She's been having these hormone surges that make her act really erratic. One day she came into one of Denise's classes screaming she wouldn't get away with it. She never did make it clear what she wouldn't get away with. She acts like a paranoid at times. Getting all sorts of delusions. She broke into both my place and Denise's and turned them both upside down looking for something. Who knows what. We knew who it was. We didn't press charges because Denise thinks it's just symptoms of an early menopause setting in. She's seeing a doctor about it. But in the meantime, I just want to protect myself and my property." Betty replied. "She has been acting weird. I heard about her thing with Denise's class. She came in a few days later and apologized to the whole class. She said the doctors said she had a random hormonal surge. But the whole school was talking about it." Andrea added. "I'm sorry to hear that. It was very nice of you not to press charges." Sally said. "I didn't see that it would serve any purpose. I think it's a temporary situation. .... Oh, Denise said she'd be giving you a call about the software you were interested in. She seems quite interested in marketing with you. I was thinking of all the applications for it. You both should do well." Betty said, turning to John. "I'd be thrilled to market it. It sounds like a good product. What applications did you think of?" John asked. Betty told him of her ideas for the nature study and remote location applications. John nodded, smiling. "Yes, that would work and is a good market idea. Please, have her call. I'd very much like to see it." John said. "I can supply that right now. I've got my laptop in the car. I'll be right back." Betty said, running out to get it. She checked it in the car to make certain that nothing incriminating remained on it. Denise had taken re-possession of the two CD's. There was nothing bad about what remained. She took it inside and walked John through her security system. He was very impressed. "Other than cleaning it up a bit and adding some glitz that consumers seem to like, it looks very marketable as it is. .... It says you had an intruder on Saturday night... outside?" he noted. Betty sighed and called in the image of June standing out in her garden with a camera. Then of her checking her door after they left. "Yes... I see. She is quite unstable. I hope it doesn't cost her her career.... or worse yet, that she doesn't become violent." John noted. "I doubt she'd become violent. But that's what the system is for. Also I'm adding an electric closer to my front gate. The rest of the property is fenced with thorn bushes growing along the fence, so if I take to locking the gate when we come in then it should keep her out. We can set this system to warn us if anybody enters the property. If she shows any violent tendencies, then I'll just call the sheriff on her. But I don't really want to do that unless it's necessary." Betty said. Bobby seemed to be interested in her laptop. He sat at the table long after dinner, just observing her call in the programs and the speed with which they ran. On a hunch, Betty pushed it over in front of him and let him look at it closely. His hands moved to the keyboard and he played around with it for a while. Those at the table sitting in awe of the act. Sally motioned to Betty. She took her into her bedroom. "I think that you are a very good influence on Bobby. I appreciate what you are doing for him. I don't know if your idea of running with him will do any good, but you are certainly welcome to try. 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