Message-ID: <19626eli$9902030449@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P8 (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: <36b7f5bf.1219719@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 8 "I think he's very attractive, yes. I don't mind helping a bit. I'd like to see him talking again myself. If for no other reason than I'd like to get to know him." Betty said. "And what of Andrea?" Sally asked. Betty seemed taken aback. "I beg your pardon? What about Andrea?" she asked. "Sit down a moment, will you?" Sally said, indicating a chair. Betty did. Sally pushed the bedroom door shut and then moved to sit on the bed facing her. "I wasn't born yesterday, Betty. I see things and how they are... It's a different world out there today. I've already had one child tramatized by what the world can do to them. I don't want it to happen -I have no intention of letting it happen- to another one." Sally said, softly. "I can asure you, Sally. I have no intention of hurting anyone." Betty replied. "And if you get involved with Bobby... how will that affect Andrea?" Sally asked. "Why would that affect her at all? I should think that she would be thrilled that Bobby was involved with anyone." Betty replied, carefully. "Like I said, I wasn't born yesterday. I've had my suspicions about Andrea and Cindy for quite some time now. I think that they are more than just good friends. I think that you and her are as well." Sally said, levelly. "And if that were the case?" Betty asked, cautiously. "My concern is for Andrea's happiness. I don't want her heart broke if you get involved with Bobby." Sally replied. "Just for your information, my trying to reach Bobby -romantically- was Andrea's idea. Your daughter is emotionally a very strong woman, Mrs. Billings. I don't think you have a clue just how strong she really is. But I can assure you that I will do nothing that will cause her grief. She's very concerned about Bobby. She loves him very much. Whatever relationship your daughter and I share, it does not preclude me being involved with Bobby. I know for a fact that she would be very joyfull about it. In fact, she would like to see Bobby living with me and sharing a relationship. Andrea has offered to move in herself after she reaches eighteen to help any way she can with Bobby's recovery. Fact is that I've had plans drawn up for an addition to my house that would include a separate appartment for Bobby. There is also a room for Andrea in the plans. We have talked about this for a while now. I see no concern on Andrea's part over my intentions toward Bobby. But all this hinges on getting him talking. I think the computer is going to help that. In the mean time I'd like to spend as much time around him as I can, just getting him used to me." Betty said. Sally seemed thoughtful. "And would Cindy be living there as well?" she asked. "Starting next summer, just after school." Betty replied. Sally sort of nodded. "I see... What do you get out of this?" she asked. "I get companionship. It does get lonely in my house. But beyond that. I get a nicer house too. I've offered a deal to Denise, Cindy and Andrea. If they work on their extensions to the house, and do some landscaping to the property as well, then I will add them to the deed of the property. They pay for their portions by sweat equity. We all win." Betty replied. "The part I don't understand... is Andrea's idea that you get involved with Bobby." Sally said. "Actually... I think Andrea would like to see him involved with anyone. This way she just gets to keep an eye on him. I care enough about Andrea's concern and feel strongly enough about Bobby that I'm happy to provide for that possible eventuality. If Bobby doesn't go for it, then the space will still get used. I expect this software developement to turn into something big with Denise. If so she's going to need work space. If Bobby doesn't go for it, that gives Denise adequate office space right on the premises. She's agreed to pay for that space if she gets it. Otherwise, it's not that big an addition to what I've already got planned." Betty replied. "I see... So Andrea just want's Bobby involved with someone... she's willing to share to see that happen?" Sally asked. "Share?" Betty asked, innocently. Sally grinned at her. "Betty, you may fool others. Not me. I've seen the way Andrea looks at you. I know that you have not confirmed anything here. So I will state it plainly; You and my daughter are *lovers*. I *think* Cindy and Denise are lovers. In fact I think you *all* are lovers. Those four names that would appear on your deed fairly well define what the relationship is, I think. Now, before you go getting panicy on me; I also think that's not such a bad thing. I know this, that Andrea has never been happier in her life. She's showing solid improvement in her accademic work and an over all respect for those around her that I find flatly amazing. Now the only thing that could possibly have so much influence on a young girls life, is *love*. She is *in love* with *you*. She is in love with Cindy. I think she's in love with Denise too. Now we can joust about with words, but that's the way I see it. And I don't think that's a bad thing. You have shown me that you all know how to be discrete. You've all had a very positive influence upon Andrea's life. I have no objection to you continuing to see her. Especially now that I know what the story is about you and Bobby. I think it's an exceptionally generous gesture on Andrea's part to want to share you with Bobby. I didn't have a clue she cared that much about him. But I am also a bit concerned about her, the reality of that situation may not be as wonderful as she pictures it. So you're going to have to watch out that she doesn't get hurt anyway. I would however like a little honesty on your part in return for my tollerance." Sally said. Betty was visibly shaken by Sally's statements, but given what she said, she decided to go for broke. "Alright. Most of what you say is true. Andrea an I are in love. We first made love two weeks ago. Denise with her the week before that. I think mostly Denise wanted to get Andrea and Cindy back together. But we both care very deeply for both of them. Cindy was quite broken up when her and Andrea split up. So much so that she tried to take her own life. Denise took a whole week off to spend time with her. It changed her whole attitude about life. In the process,................ they fell in love. The Crowthers know all about this. Denise's spending time with Cindy was their idea. Now they in fact treat her like a daughter-in-law. They view Denise as Cindy's life-long mate, and I think that's a safe bet. I feel *that* strongly about Andrea myself. If the law made it possible, I'd marry her in a heartbeat." Betty said, seriously. "Really?" Sally asked. "Yes, gladly." Betty replied. "And you would provide for both her *and* Bobby?" Sally asked. "Yes, gladly." Betty replied, again. "Kind of hard on a teachers salary, isn't it?" Sally asked. "As you seem to be the last person on earth to know.... I have money. Your husbands question that I sidestepped Friday night was right on the mark. I am heiress to the Hart greetings card organization. It's owned presently by my father." Betty replied, sadly. "Jesus." Sally said, softly. Betty nodded. "Andrea knows?" Sally asked. "She didn't until I was quite certain that she cared for me for myself and not my money. In fact that was the case with all three of them. Denise was the only one who knew that at the time we made the agreement about the deed, and our relationship was already well established before even she knew. I'd like to keep that information as quiet as possible. I work because I *like* to work. My annonymity allows me to do that." Betty said. "Of course.... I'm just a bit concerned about Andrea... all that money." Sally said, searching for words. "I'm not the least bit concerned. All three of them have made it quite clear that they wish to pay their own way. It was all I could do to get them to agree to the deed deal. Fact is that it was the only way that I think I could have gotten them to agree to live there and allow me to build the extention. .... The way I presented it to them, is that it was sort of like a marrige license. All four of our names will appear on that legal document. The law will -in a sense- recognize us as *partners*. It also ties things up with as much paperwork to get untangled as a regular divorce would. But if they put in their parts, then we will have worked for our relationship and earned it. Since Andrea figured out who I was, it makes it a bit harder on me, really. I can't anonymously supply them with college scholarships like I had intended. They will know where they came from. But Denise and I are trying to guide the girls into earning academic scholarships in their own right. I think that will give them both a sense of self worth that is worth working for." Betty said. "And you and Denise? How did you get involved?" Sally asked. "I was seeing another. Actually had been for four years, but the relationship was purely physical in nature. I didn't really know it could be any other way. When Denise did her rope climbing trick, I just flat fell for her. I invited her home to use my hot tub. While we were there, I showed her my whole house. She was the very first person to notice that I *read* books. She makes me feel more of a woman than anybody else ever has. That night we made love... I don't mean we shared sex, I mean we made *love*. That was the first time anybody ever did that to me also. Between the two of them I fell for her hook line and sinker. The feeling seems to be quite mutual. At least I don't think anybody could consistently fake the responses that she has to me. That we both have for each other. We had agreed to be life-long mates before Cindy and Andrea ever got involved with us. The two of them seem to compliment us perfectly. I can't think of a more perfect relationship for anybody than what we all share together. I know I'm taking a big chance telling you all this. Even bigger that it wouldn't affect *me* that much should this get out or should you yourself decide to do something about this. It would however affect all the others quite seriously. But you've asked for honesty. There it is. That's the way things are." Betty said, timidly, her eyes misty with tears. Sally crossed to her and sat on the arm of the chair and hugged her. Betty found herself hugging back fiercely. "I appreciate that... Fact is that I feel a whole lot better knowing how things are. I must tell you that you are not what I would choose for my daughter. But that is really her choice. Young as she is.... Well, I know you're not the first. You didn't do this to her. She is what she has chosen to be. Given that; I could do a whole lot worse for her than you and Denise. I find the nebulous form of your relationship a bit disturbing, but no more so than the type of relationship it is. As yet, I can't offer you the same kind of understanding and support that the Crowthers seem to have given to Denise. I'd like to, but I'm not the only one to make that decision. I will however work in your corner with John. He already has an inkling of what's going on, but I can't speak for him at this time. So for now this is between us two. I want to wait for Andrea to talk to us about it first. Then we can see how things go from there. You have a lot of pluses in your favor though. First and formost that you make Andrea happy and seem to be a very positive influence in her life. For now we will let it go on as it is. As to my son. I will openly welcome any action that you may take which may help him. You *are* *exactly* what I would choose for *him*. I would feel quite honored to have you as a daughter-in-law. I don't know that that will happen though. He's been this way a long time. Not that I hold a double standard as to the criteria I would judge a mate for the two of them. It isn't *you* that makes me less thrilled as Andrea's choice of mate, it's the lifestyle itself. But given her choice of lifestyle you are certainly a favorable cantidate. Your money doesn't influence that one way or another, really. We are quite comfortable. Perhaps not in the same league, but comfortable none the less. If anything it is in your favor that I know at least that she will not go wanting. So I guess what I'm asking you for... is to give us some *time* to digest all of this." Sally said. Betty hugged her to her a moment and then released her. "That I can promise you. There are some things going on that make the whole thing less stable than I would be happy with myself. But I promise you that I will always put Andrea's welfare and happiness formost. I will protect her to the extent of my means." Betty said, fighting her tears. "June? She's the one that you had the long term relationship with before Denise?" Sally asked. "Yes... Fact is that we tried to fit her in... she didn't fit. The nature of the relationships were just too alien to her. I didn't realize just how shallow and vindictive she was. None of us did. She could cause trouble for all of us. I think she really wants to. Right now all that's holding her back is that she'd have to take herself down to do that. But if it comes to it. I will leave teaching, Denise will too. As much as we both love it, the girls welfare comes first." Betty said. "She would expose you two and the girls just to be vindictive?... I've known women like that before... But it seems like there is more to it." Sally asked. "There is, but I am not at liberty to discuss it. I would be breaking confidences that people placed in me. I can't do that. I'm extending myself as far as I can to reveal to you what I have. I've only really just verified what you had already guessed and could infer." Betty replied, carefully. "I appreciate your trust. I won't break that confidence either. I will discuss the situation with John, but I think you expected that when you told me what you did. I don't see how I could discuss it with him otherwise. As you say, given 'X' information, he could infer the rest." Sally said. "No, I expected you to discuss it with him. As it sits now, well, you could actually have Denise and I disbarred from the teaching profession and brought up on charges. I think that would be a mistake for the girls at the very least. Otherwise, you could forbid us to see your daughter. That would be hard on all of us, but we would wait. At this point I'm sure that Andrea is sincere enough she would just wait out the time and become involved with us when she turned eighteen. We will do what you ask of us until that time. But I don't want to misslead you. I love your daughter very deeply. She's indicated she feels the same way about me. That holds true for Denise and Cindy as well. We *will* become involved with her after she turns eighteen, even if you forbid us to see her now, or had us disbarred and charges brought against us. That's how sincere *we* are." Betty said. "Nobody's going to be bringing any charges against you or threatening your careers. You all have, for the most part been very honorable about your actions. Your openness now confirms this as far as I am concerned. I *am* concerned that Andrea has lied to *us* about what she's been doing up at the cabin. Or that she gave us the impression she was up there when she was really with you folks." Sally said. "That only occured once two weekends ago, in my case. She came to a formal dinner at my house and spent the night. That's when her and Cindy patched things up. I guess she did esentially the same thing with Denise the weekend before, which set up that reconciliation. We have not encouraged her to deceive you at all. In fact I made it a point in telling you Friday that she would be staying over to my place that night and we would all be going up to the cabin last night specifically so we would not be deceiving you. That we did, just as I said." Betty said. Sally nodded. Just then a light tap on the door and John came in. "What's going on?" he asked, concerned. "Betty and I have just been talking about Bobby. Seems Andrea has been playing matchmaker between them. Seemingly successfully so in Betty's case. She has expressed an interest in seeing more of him and working together with Andrea to try to bring him out of his shell." Sally said, easily. "Well I'm certainly all for that. Fact is I hope you are successful. I'd very much like to see you two together. He seems to have taken a shine to your laptop. I think that maybe I'll look into getting him one of his own, or at least a faster system." John said. "Denise just put together a top of the line configuration for me. I guess there are all sorts of compatability issues between equipment and operating systems that I don't understand. If you are interested, I have a list of the particulars on my laptop that we sent to Sam Crowther as he was interested in procuring some top of the line systems for his work." Betty offered. "Yes, I'd be very much interested... Expensive?" he asked. "It wasn't cheap, but I'm convinced it was the best price for what I got." Betty chuckled, rising from her seat. "Yes, I'd very much like a copy of it." John said. "I think all I need do is plug in your printer cable and print it out." Betty said, as they headed back into the kitchen. Bobby still poked away at the laptop. Andrea now looking over his shoulder. "Look at this. He wrote a program to print his name ten times." she bubbled. "That's more than I can do." Betty said, moving to look at his work. Sure enough at the touch of a few keys his name scrolled by ten times. "I quite like that name. It has a nice ring to it. *Bobby Billings*. Kind of like Betty." Betty said. Bobby seemed not to notice. "May I use that for a moment, Bobby? I need to get to a file for your father." Betty asked. Bobby lowered his hands to his side. Betty took this as an invitation to turn the keyboard toward her. The Billings family seemed to wince a bit. Betty went on about her business as if what had transpired was normal. "Oh dang it! I forgot I was using Denise's laptop when I sent that.... Wait a minute. She set this up for me... I think I can call her's up with this and port it over. Now..... comunications... Preselect dialing..." Betty said, doing it. Her modem beeped and booped as it made connection to Denise's machine. Betty entered her password to get in and then called up the tree directory program on Denise's machine. She found the file and copied it to her machine, then broke connnection. "I can hardly believe it worked. Denise sure set it up nice... Andrea, could you direct me to a printer cable... preferably with a printer on the other end?" Betty asked. Andrea looked at Bobby and then nodded. Betty carried the laptop to their computer area. Andrea crawled behind and came up with a cable. Betty plugged it into hers, turned on the printer and printed out the file. A full page of particulars rolled off the printer. John took it and glanced at the total. "Whoa! You weren't kidding not cheap.... But looking at the system, expecially with a laptop like this... Yes, it's a very good system for the price." he said. Betty disconnected her laptop and returned it to Bobby to play with for the moment. "Thank you, Bobby. You can use it till I have to go." she said, turning from him. He examined the file she had printed out and then jumped out of that and continued his poking around. He seemed to be typing something. "Another cup of decaff? It'll just go to waste otherwise. We drink real coffee for breakfast around here." Sally offered, chuckling. "Oh.... I guess one more wouldn't hurt...if I make a little room for it. If I could just use your bathroom please?" Betty asked. "Certainly. Down the hall on the right." Sally replied, pouring Betty and herself another cup. Andrea declined, intent on what Bobby was doing. John was looking back and forth between the printout and Bobby. "I think we could swing this. It may well be worth it." he mused. Andrea looked up at him and smiled, and nodded, then turned back to the laptop. Betty returned and sat down to drink her coffee. "Thank you Sally." she said. Sally nodded, sipping her own cup. "I think that I will do this. Who do I talk to about this?" John asked. "There on the sheet. There's a name there as well. If you call and tell him that I referred you, he should stick to that price... He'd better. Seems I'm sending him a lot of buisiness." Betty mused. "Thank you, I'll do that tomorrow. You will have Denise call me about the software?" he asked. "Yes, of course. I'll remind her tonight and again tomorrow at work..... Oh, my. I didn't notice the time. I'd better be going so Andrea can get to bed." Betty said, turning to Bobby. Bobby kept typing for the time being. "Just a minute, please." Andrea said, looking at the laptop. The others looked up. Something was happening. They waited to see what. Andrea was grinning from ear to ear. Suddenly Bobby stood up and took the laptop with him. Sally was going to try to stop him but Andrea caught her arm and shook her head. Bobby moved to the family computer and crawled in back for the printer cable that Betty had hooked to it before. He connected it to the proper port and turned the printer back on. Then studied the menu a moment. He pushed several keys and the printer started up. John and Sally sat back flabberghasted. Betty was a bit shocked herself. Andrea was still grinning ear to ear. After the page printed out, Bobby looked at it in satisfaction. Then he disconnected the cable and returned it to it's proper port on the family computer. He brought the laptop and the page back to the table. He set them both down, the page in front of Betty. Betty glanced at the page, then grinned. "Thank you, Bobby. That was very nice of you. I'll try to make the morning run, but I'm not really a morning person. I will make the afternoon one for sure though." she said. Bobby just turned and left for his room. John and Sally crowded around to see what he had written. It was a copy of his daily schedule. The words "*Run*" underlined in both the morning and evening. "I'd say you were a hit." John said, sitting back heavily in his chair. Sally had tears rolling down her cheeks. Andrea was still grinning, but did too. Both hugged Betty and kissed her cheek. "Could I perhaps have that?" Sally asked, teary eyed. "I think so..." Betty replied. She typed some keystrokes and saved the file to disk. "Yes, I can print this off at home. I take it that this is significant?" she asked. "It's the first communication we've seen from him since he got back from the war." Sally said, weeping and holding the page carefully. "Then yes, you should have it. I saved the file and will print it at home. ... I guess I should be going now." Betty said, closing the laptop. "I'll walk you out." Andrea offered. Betty nodded and said good night to John and Sally. Both hugged her and thanked her. Inviting her back as often as she liked. Just to stop by anytime for coffee or whatever. "I'll be coming by each evening to run with Bobby, I think." Betty said, smiling at them. They nodded and squeezed her hands before releasing her. Andrea walked her out. Sally sat looking at the page. Tears dripping from her cheeks. John hugged her a moment and sat down again. "Quite a gal." he said. "Yes dear, she is. I think you'd better get used to her, because *one way or another* I think she's going to be our daughter-in-law." Sally replied. "One way or another?' he asked. Sally smiled at him. "Seems that Andrea cares enough about Bobby that she's willing to *share* her *girlfriend* with him." she said, softly. "Her and Andrea?" he asked, seriously. "As you speculated, yes. That's what we were talking about. I want to wait until Andrea decides to tell us about it though. So don't let her know you know." Sally replied, quietly. John nodded slowly, a bit shocked. Andrea hugged Betty for a long time at her car. "Thank you... for everything.... Uh, what were you and mom talking about?" she asked. "She's concerned about you. I told her that my seeing Bobby was your idea. That seemed to surprise her. I think you should consider talking to her about us, you and I and Denise and Cindy. You may find her more understanding than you think. I'd hold off talking to your father for the moment. And I definately wouldn't mention *other* things.... perhaps not ever." Betty replied. "Alright. I'll think about it. See you tomorrow at school..... I love you." Andrea said, looking around. There was no-one in sight. She quickly kissed Betty softly and then ran inside. Betty shakily got into her car and drove home. She remembered to clear her alarm before entering. Denise wasn't home yet. She slipped off her shoes and clothes, fixed herself a scotch rocks and sat down in her robe to await her love. ------------ "You and Betty seemed to have shared something special this weekend." Denise comented to Cindy on the way home. "We did. It was magic... I mean, I liked her before. Loved her platonically and enjoyed making love with her... But it's more now. I care about her now like I do you. It happened Saturday night after you and Andrea woke us up. We were making love face to face, real intimate, like I love to do with you. Our eye's just locked together... It was magic, that's the only word for it. Like the first time you and I made love..... or more like when you gave me an orgasm from eye contact. That kind of magic..... You're not jealous are you?" Cindy suddenly asked. "Good heavens no. I think it's wonderful. It just helps us all be that much closer. The more we can all feel that way about each other, the better the chance we all have of making this a lifetime relationship." Denise replied, squeezing her hand. "You sound skeptical that that will happen." Cindy said, concerned. "I don't mean to sound that way. I certainly want us to all share a lifetime -or longer, if possible- relationship. But I also know in order to do that, that we all have a lifetime of work to put into making it that way. People change, not always the way you'd like them to. I may develope an annoying way of twitching my nose that you just cannot tolerate. Or get intestinal problems that give me a permanant case of the worst farts on the planet. Those are things that we can't predict. We may say that they won't bother us... but twenty to fifty years of twitching and farting is a lot to deal with for anybody. I won't lie to you and tell you it will absolutely happen that we stay together forever. The odds are quite frankly against us. But I will bet for us anyway and put everything I've got on it." Denise replied. "I don't think I've ever heard you fart." Cindy giggled. "I try not to let anyone hear or smell them. But I asure you I'm in no danger of exploding. I would be if I didn't vent gas." Denise replied. "I know. The thought just never occured to me that you did. I guess I'm the same way. I don't like to let people hear or smell them. But I'm in no danger of exploding either." Cindy half giggled. Denise pulled into Cindy's house and walked her in. As usual they shared a last deep kiss in the shadow of the doorway. Then went inside. Marge greeted them warmly, giving them each a hug. "It's late love, you better head for bed." Denise said, hugging Cindy and kissing her softly. "I know... Thank you for a lovely weekend. I had fun with the trencher. See you tomorrow at school... I love you." Cindy replied, kissing her once more. She kissed her mother and headed for bed. "Cup of tea?" Marge asked. "Perhaps just a quick one. It is late." Denise said, heading for the kitchen. "So how was your weekend... Any trouble?" Marge asked, putting the kettle on. "Friday night June showed up outside Betty's. The system I installed for Betty warned us. She managed to flag us down a block from her place to warn us. We kept our affections away from the view thru the windows and took pleasure in the knowledge she was freezing her butt off for nothing. Saturday we did the wiring for Betty's last camera for her gate. She's going to get an automatic closer for it next week with controls like a garage door opener for each of our cars. We went for our run Saturday.... That's a whole other story... Saturday night June was back. We all packed up and headed to the cabin and left her there. Cindy and Betty seem to have developed a very deep relationship of their own. I guess before this she liked her, loved her platonically -as she put it- and enjoyed making love with her. Saturday night some time, that last piece of the jig-saw puzzle called love fell into place for them. You know the puzzle you can't tell what it is until all the pieces are in place? So that's on the positive side, I think anyway. The stronger we can all feel about each other the better chance we have of it lasting as long as we'd like it to." Denise said, giving her a quick synopsis. "And the run Saturday.. the other story?" Marge asked, pouring the boiling water over tea bags in two cups. "Andrea... She's basically realized completely what Bobby did to her. That was part of it. She was quite emotionally drained by it. Her and Betty took a nap when we got back while Cindy and I went for groceries. The other thing about the park... Betty offered us a way to make our relationship sort of legal." Denise said. "I beg your pardon. I didn't know there was a way." Marge said. "It's not called marrige. It's called *partners*. If we all work on completing our own portions of the extension to her house... and do a bunch of landscaping.. then she will count it as sweat equity and add our names to her deed. All four of us will appear on the deed as partners. It's a good deal, really. But it's largely symbolic. None of us could sell our portions, except to the others. To sell the house we'd all have to make it a unanimous decision. It just lists all our names on a legal document as being partners. But I think it is a great idea. We will all have to work our tails off to fullfill our portions of the agreement. I think that Betty is going to be working right along side us anyway, even though officially her part is giving us three-fourths of her property. Additionally, she's having extra work done on the house besides just the room additions. You should see the plans. They are gorgeous. She's got this enclosed deck planned that will be spectacular. If we do the landscaping to match... that place will be like a baronial estate. Each of us gets a private bedroom to herself, in addition to a huge master bedroom. Then there is a totally separate apartment for Bobby, if he pulls out of his shell and chooses to live with us. There are signs that may occur. He sent me an E-mail quiestion about a program he was having trouble with. I answered it simply and sent along four other ways of doing what he was trying to do. But it's a first step. Anyway, if Bobby doesn't choose to live with us, then that area gets designated as up for rent for an office. That's the other thing this weekend brought. Betty was telling John Billings about the fat-cat incident and he took an interest in my software. He may want to market it. If he really does, then that will supply me with a substantial addition to my teachers salary. Betty thinks I can develope and sell software through him. Fact is that I think I could too. So, multiple pluses on the weekend. A few emotionally tense moments, but all in all a very productive weekend." Denise said, winding down. Marge chuckled. "You live through more intrigue on a single weekend than most people experience in a lifetime." she said. "It seems that way to me sometimes. Not that it all isn't worth it to me, but sometimes I get a bit weary. I dream of the days when it settles down to the lunacy of just four or five people sharing a loving relationship." Denise said, seriously. "Well I had a lovely weekend. Seems like neither of us realized how restrictive worrying about birth control was on us. Sam got a zero sperm count last week at the doctors, so we've been sort of celebrating. I must say he's turning into a marvelous lover." Marge said, blushing a bit. "I think that's wonderful. He wasn't before?" Denise asked. "Oh... yes and no. He's always been tender, caring and attentive. But not so much intuitive, imaginative and inovative. That's the part he's developing now. But I'm sure you know as well as I that it's not how good a lover they are that makes us love them as we do. That's just a wonderful bonus if it happens." Marge replied, a bit distantly. "Yes, I know. And tender, caring and attentive are more than adequate in most cases. In fact in most cases I would say that's what made it really special if people even get to experience that. But it takes more than just one to be intuitive, imaginative and inovative. You've been going through some changes yourself lately, I think." Denise said. "You're right, of course. I think I have you to thank for much of that." Marge said. "Me? How so?" Denise asked. "You made me face myself. I guess it started with Cindy, really. But it was your forthright way of dealing with things that made me want to deal with things I had never faced, or hadn't for a long time. Things I learned when I had that affair with that girl so long ago. And as I told Cindy, I am not pining for a lost love. It was something else I was longing for. It was a degree of sensuality that I had once known and had lost when I lost her. Now that's resurfaced. I no longer feel I need be ashamed for feeling those things. I guess it really came to mind when you told me that you and the others had all made love thirty times that one weekend. I realized that a woman's body is *not* limited by the physical limits imposed upon men. Most housewifes never realize that. If anything they may even feel less desire than the men in their lives. That may be because they place themselves in the role of moderator over their mens sexual drives. But for whatever the reason, most don't have a clue just how sensual a creature a woman can be. I'm finding that out now. I'm lucky enough to have a very understanding, tolerant and *frisky* man to help me discover it." Marge replied, softly. "I think that's wonderful. But don't lose sight of that man in your quest. It's not a competition. It's love. That's the whole point of it. Without that love, it's just hedonism." Denise warned. Marge placed her hand over Denise's and squeezed it warmly. "I know that. I'm not about to lose sight of that and mess up eighteen years of bliss for a few moments pleasure. But I thank you for your wisdom. It thills my heart that it's available to my daughter. It's that kind of wisdom that's going to make it possible for you all to make it your own eighteen years or longer." she said. Denise sipped at her tea, not knowing how to respond. Marge's hand still atop hers. She didn't pull away even though it instilled things in her that she felt uncomfortable with. Things like *desire* for her girlfriends mother. In point of fact Marge was very desireable. She was just mid thirties. She was pretty. Denise could see where Cindy got much of her beauty from..... and her body. Marge was shapely. She was slim and physically fit. Perhaps not optimum, but still very desireable. Not that much older than Denise.... or Betty. Knowing that she was turning -back- into a sensual creature, and that she had once had -and may still have- inclinations toward women didn't help at all. Marge seemed to sense her desire. She moved the hand to her lips and kissed it softly, then released it. Denise felt herself quiver inside. "I know. I feel it too. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." she said, softly. "I don't mind feeling it. Sometimes I wish we were all free to follow our inclinations. But the world doesn't work that way. There are others feelings to consider. Others that we care very deeply about. But that doesn't keep us from knowing we share something really special together." Denise said, taking her hand again and kissing it as Marge had hers, then releasing it. Marge smiled at her. "You really are quite wise..... I feel quite honored to have you as a daughter-in-law. I would feel quite honored to have you as a *lover* if our lives were different. But they aren't, and neither of us desires them to be. It's just nice knowing that you feel the same way. .... So enough of the mushy stuff. Tell me about Cindy and the trencher." she said. Denise chuckled and told her all about her daughter running the trencher. She reluctantly left Marge with a hug and a brief -but meaningful- kiss. She quivered a bit as she drove home. Betty met her just inside the door. They seemed to look at each other a moment before they moved together. Their kiss was hungry and satisfying. "Mmm pour me one of those while I get out of these clothes please." Denise said, stripping off her clothes. Betty chuckled and poured Denise a scotch rocks while she ran up stairs to grab her robe and slippers. She came back feeling much more comfortable if feeling no less desire. Betty handed her her scotch and Denise took a good sip and shivered a bit, then moved to kiss Betty again. "Mmm Sit by the fire or straight to bed?" Denise asked, pulling back just a bit. "Come into the library first. I have something special to show you." Betty said, leading her. A single printed page sat on the desk. Betty slid up on the counter next to it, indicating to it and sipping her scotch. "It looks like Bobby's schedule.... so?" Denise asked. "So Bobby typed it up on my laptop tonight while I was sitting at the table with him. I made mention of possibly running with him. He moved the laptop and hooked it to their printer and printed out the original of this. He set both the laptop and this page back on the table, this page directly before me. This is a copy I printed here. I left the original with Sally... as it is the first act of communication they have witnessed from their son since he came back from Nam. You will notice that '*Run*' is underlined both in the morning and evening." Betty replied, taking another sip. Denise sat back aghast at the implications. "Whoa!" she said. "Precisely so." Betty replied, "There's more *whoa!* A tiny bit earlier Sally drug me off alone and asked me about *me* and Andrea. Very specifically. I played innocent and she didn't buy it. She said that she had thought that Andrea and Cindy had been lovers for a long time, and that Andrea and I were now lovers. In fact, that Andrea was now lovers with all of us -Not including Bobby...that was a can of worms I left untouched and unknown- I did in fact verify her suspicions, as she had it pretty much figured out anyway." Betty said. "*Whoa!*" Denise repeated. "Precisely so.... Now, get this; She was worried over Andrea's state of mind if I became romantically involved with Bobby." Betty chuckled. "No?" Denise asked, giggling. "Precisely so.... I think I said that... Anyway. I told her that it was Andrea's idea for us to become involved. That Andrea would probably be quite happy for Bobby to be involved with *anybody*, but that this way she got to keep an eye on things. I told her I was quite favorable to the idea. She views it as very generous of Andrea to be willing to share *me* with her brother. She didn't have a clue that Andrea felt that strongly toward Bobby to be willing to do that. After I informed her it was Andrea's idea, she warmed to the idea herself quite considerably. In fact I have an open invitation to drop by anytime for coffee or whatever. She was still a bit concerned that Andrea might find the actuality of Bobby and I getting involved harder to take than the idea of it. I told her I would be exeptionally carefull and watchfull of her. That I would care for the welfare and happiness of both her children. She asked me how I could guarantee that on a teachers salary, I told her. So, as it sits... She is currently willing to *ignore* Andrea and *us*... while openly embracing my relationship with Bobby. She said I was precisely.... no... *exactly* what she would choose for him and as her daughter-in-law. That the only reason she didn't feel the same about me in respect to Andrea, was because of her aversion to the lifestyle, not me as a person. But given Andrea's appearant choice of lifestyle... she could do much worse for her than me. So it wasn't bad, just not full embrace. She wants to mull it over with John and wait for Andrea to tell them about her being Gay. I suggested to Andrea as I left that she do so. Bobby punctuatated the discussion by dropping this bomb after our discussion. Now, my love. I fear I was a more than a bit indiscrete. I revealed your relationship with the Crowthers, and how they -now- viewed you as a daughter-in-law. That came out as she questioned me as to how it all came about. I told her of Cindy's desparate act and your week with her. No specifics of course, but implied. I told her how you and I got together and when. I told her when Andrea and Cindy became reconciled -again no specifics- and basically, I spilled my guts about most everything except Andrea and Bobby and exactly what June is wanting to spill her guts about. So how was your night?" Betty concluded, taking another sip. Denise looked at her a moment. "Oh, not bad... Marge tagged me for a cup of tea after we scooted Cindy to bed. Then revealed that Sam is turning into a stud now he's shooting blanks and how she was herself turning -back- into a sensual creature. She said she had *me* to thank for all of it. Saying I had made her face things she hadn't for a long time, to wit; her sensuality. She also told me that she felt quite honored to have me as a daughter-in-law, would in fact fell quite honored to have me as a *lover* if our lifes were different, but as niether of us desired out lives to be different, we would just hold hands and drool over each other.... or words to that effect." Denise finished, taking a sip herself. "Fuck this shit. Lets give up teaching, go buy a tropical island with my unwanted money and all lay about nude writting soap operas. We could do it, we just tell the truth..... but nobody would believe them." Betty mused. "No, nobody would. But I quite like the plan. How about instead you and I go to bed and rape each other and then cling to each other desperately until the alarm goes off in the morning?" Denise offered. "Sold! I like your plan better... but I want to keep mine in mind for the long term or as a favorite fantasy." Betty replied. Denise downed her scotch in a gulp and then shifted sideways and pulled Betty's rope open below the belt. Pushing her thighs apart she moved between them to peer at Betty's womanhood. "There you are. The sweet little object of my greatest desire. The thing I long to feel between both sets of my lips. ..... Such a lovely little girl you are. We ought to name her. It should be a proud and noble name. Let me think. What were Sappho's girfriends names..... no, that doesn't work... mmmmmm I've got it! Euneika! Spelled E u n e i k a. Sounds like eunique, which it is. ... oh, unless you already named it?" Denise asked. "No my dearest love. You are the first to make me feel *proud* of it. I will be honored to refer to it as you so name it." Betty replied, getting misty eyed. "You should be proud of it. It makes you euniquely more of a woman than I have ever known. I dub thee: Euneika!" Denise replied, moving to kiss it tenderly. Betty moaned deeply and suddenly her hips shuddered and her abdomen convulsed. Rather than press her attack at the moment, Denise stood and swept Betty into her arms. Tears steamed down Betty's cheeks as Denise carried her up the stairs to bed. Stopping a moment to kiss her tenderly before setting her down and moving over her. *Euneika* fullfilled all Denise's desires and then some. They were driven, but not as rough as they each thought they would be. They just both felt it very deeply. Then they both clung to each other as Denise had predicted until the alarm went off in the morning. Chapter Eighteen Bobby ran along easily in the cold morning air. He didn't see Betty, but hadn't really expected to. She said she wasn't a morning person. She was however very sexy and was having more of an effect upon him all the time. She was lithe and sensual and pretty. The previous night in his dream Betty had been in the clearing with the adolesent Andrea nude on her lap. Denise was there with an adolesent Cindy nude upon her lap. They both had tenderly touched the young girls with their fingertips as they looked at him. Bobby walked into the clearing and Betty and Denise set the girls in a hamock from two sides. They rolled together and kissed as their hands teased each others young bodies. Betty and Denise turned to Bobby. They were magnificent in their nudity. Denise moved behind Betty and held her arms around her as she waited for Bobby to approach. When he stood before her, she gently touched his scars and gazed into his eyes. "Welcome home, my love." she had said. Bobby had taken to wearing jockey shorts to bed as his wet dreams became more prevalent. Padding the crotch with a folded cotton handkerchief for extra absobsion. He finished up his morning run, inhaling the cold air deeply through his nose. It was beginning to feel good to be alive again. ------------ At first Betty and Denise shared a shallow but meaningful kiss as they started their morning routine together. But in the shower they found themselves clinging to one another once again. They shared a deep warm kiss and shuddered in each others arms. "Thank you for making it all so wonderful last night." Betty said, softly. "Thank you, my love. For it was I who found wonder in your arms. We ease each others burdens turning them to passion. May it ever be so." Denise replied, kissing her softly once more. They hugged tightly for a moment longer, then both sensing the urgency of the morning went on to wash each other and finish their routine. Rather than stay home for a second cup of coffee, Betty accompanied Denise out the door after they shared a last passionate kiss inside. She was now in training for when she would join Bobby's morning runs as well as the afternoon, which she would start that day. The day went smoothly with no major events. They accomplished much, really. Betty called and scheduled to have her gate worked on, then called her architects for the name of a contractor they trusted to start work on her house as soon as possible. They scheduled to meet with her immediately after school at her house to look at the job. Denise called and talked to Jenny, bringing her up to date and then talked to John Billards. Yes, he wanted to market her software. They scheduled to meet and discuss it, also just after school at the house. June didn't show her face to either of them. Andrea continued her morning show, a nice way to start the day. Cindy added her own show in her gym class. Both the older women met at home after school. They managed to share a deep warm kiss and hug before the contractor arrived to look at the job. The workers already hard at work on the gate. Denise went over the software she intended to show John. "*Oh*, your system. We were going to go pick it up today! I've got to go meet Bobby for his run." Betty said, breaking away from the contractors. "I'll pick it up later. I can use yours for now. Oh, there's John." Denise said, looking at the screen and jumping up to meet him at the door. She greeted him warmly as he stepped in. Betty came flying by and gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek on her way out. "Gotta hurry to make Bobby's start time." she called back. He waved at her grinning. Denise showed him the house, then the plans for the extention. He nodded, seeming to understand. "It's a gorgeous house already. It will be an incredible house if you finish this up." he offered. "*When* we finish it up." Denise corrected him. He grinned at her and nodded. Denise put on some coffee for them, then showed him into the library and walked him through her software. Showing him other routines she had done and suggesting functions, like the picture difference routines. Suggesting how to incorporate them into a coherent package. John found himself enthralled with it. Offering ideas and suggestions, then sitting back in awe as she programmed them in before his eyes. He slipped out and brought their coffee back while she programed some of the routines. In a few short hours they had a rough, functional software package that would have been marketable by itself. Denise promised to polish it up. "I'd like to address different hardware interfaces as well. I'd like to go out and find every manufacture of this type hardware and buy their products and have you write drivers for them. This has lots of other applications as well. Everything from linear accellerators to security. We will emphasize the security aspects for now, but I think it's versatility and your specialized routines and transforms will bring in a lot of customers. I'll have my staff get to work finding and purchasing the different equipment " John said, sitting beside her. He found himself becoming very aware of her presence next to him. Each time he looked over and saw her deep green eyes he found himself sinking and having to look back to the comptuter as a reference. "Instead of purchasing them outright, talk to them about sampling you product for you to develope custom software for so you can sell it as a value added system. That could save you a bunch of money. Most hardware manufactures don't have very good programming departments. They count on aftermarket developers. At best they usually have someone else whip them up some software to make their product sell. I know that many would be thrilled to have someone interested in value added marketing for their products. Don't let them know that you are looking at other products as well, unless they decline. Then mention how brand -x or -y were happy to supply you with samples and you will just have to look elsewhere for product. You can always buy the product, no matter what you tell them." Denise suggested. John grinned at her. "That's a great idea. I think I'm going to enjoy working with you very much... I wish you'd reconsider the research position though." he said. "I'm still loving being a teacher. If that changes, then we can talk about it. But I don't expect that to change." Denise said, smiling. He glanced over and saw the printout of Bobby's schedule sitting on the desk. "Betty told you of the breakthrough with Bobby last night?" he asked, indicating the schedule with his head. "Yes, I think it's wonderful. I'm really pleased that Bobby's making progress. I'd very much love to see those two together." Denise replied warmly. "I would too.... But I'm a bit puzzled that you do." John said. "Oh? Why's that?" Denise asked. John took a deep breath and sighed. "I guess Betty and Sally had a nice long chat last night. Sally talked to me about it later. I know about your relationship.....* all *your relationships." he said. "And? How do you feel about that?" Denise asked. "I think I'm a bit more pragmatic about the world than Sally is. I'm not saying I like the direction that Andrea has chosen, but I do recognize that it would not be easy to change that direction, perhaps not even possible and if so at all, probable to cause more damage than the direction itself. I've been aware of the nature of Andrea's and Cindy's relationship for some time now. I knowingly supplied them with the means to continue it. By doing so I also induced a partial control over the situation. As long as they could get together on the weekends at the cabin, then they were unlikely to risk things eleswhere that would land them both in trouble. I guess you got into this after Cindy's attempted suicide... That you became involved with her as a consequence of trying to put her life back together for her. I can understand that. She's a quite loveable person. The story I got was that you and Betty got together shortly before that incident. That you both sort of got involved with the girls as an extension of that. And now you are all in love with each other. You don't have to try to convince me of that. I see the way that Andrea looks at Betty and Cindy. I see the way that Betty looks at you. I saw Cindy for a brief moment last week when she came over to work on her homework with Andrea. She's in love with Andrea. I have no doubt at all that they are all in love with you. That's the way that it's been explained to me, and the way I see it." John said, sipping his coffee. "That is essentially correct. Close enough. But you haven't answered how you *feel* about that." Denise said. John sighed before answering. "I want my daughter to be happy. You all make her happy. I'm not much of a conforminst in the world. I'm not an active religious man. So I have no axe to grind against you. It is certainly *not* what I would choose for her, but not because of the rest of you. Rather because the lifestyle itself will induce hardships. As far as all of you are concerned... I'm quite pleased. You have influenced her life in a very positive direction. She's growing up, I don't mean physically... she's pretty much reached her prime in that direction. I mean she's maturing. Fact is that I am flabbergasted over her state of developement for as young as she is. She was partially that way before you and Betty came along. But you've filled in the gaps and rounded off the edges, and are continuing to do so. You've also brought some of her faults to light and helped her deal with them. You've taught her respect for others and compassion. You've taught her self-reliance and self-worth. Given that, I could hardly object to you all continuing to see her. I get the impression that this is a long term relationship. That's okay with me. Obviously, I cannot *openly* condone your relationship. But I can certainly *not notice* things the law might frown upon. The position you and Betty are in forces you to remain discrete about your relationships. So I won't have to worry about that. Sally told me about the sweat equity agreement that Betty has offered. It shows me just how serious you all are about each other. If that's the way you all really feel, then I think you are all exceptionally lucky to have found each other." he said. Denise had tears dripping down her cheeks. She grabbed a tissue from a dispenser by the computer. "I thank you for your understanding... It *really is* how we all feel about each other. Fact is that I am flaberghasted myself by it all. Everytime I get to feeling we could not possibly feel any stronger toward one another, we somehow manage to top it. We all want this to last forever. I don't know that that will happen, but that's what I'm working for. I think the sweat equity thing will serve as a sort of bond between us. But the bond won't be on that piece of paper anymore than a bond of marrige is in the license. The bond will be forged by our working together toward that goal. Turning this property into a Shangri-La that we all own a portion of. That will give us the freedom to feel comfortable living here, without feeling we are taking advantage of Betty. As to many of the things you attribute to us teaching Andrea... she taught herself. All we really did was to give her a few nudges in the right direction. She's made herself into an outstanding woman whom I am *very* proud to be associated with. I'm proud to be associated with all of them, really. I'd love to be able to proclaim my love and devotion to each of them at a national PTA conference. But *that* would not be conducive to our continued relationship. I will do whatever is necessary -within my frame of ethics- to foster our relationship and protect it. Now, your original question. About how I can be thrilled by Betty's possibly getting together with Bobby. Each of the relationships that each of us share, is in *addition* to every other one we share. I don't know what makes us able to do this. But there is no jealousy amongst us. Every one of us is thrilled to death that we all have each other and that the others have each other. I love Betty with all my heart. I desire to see her happy. I love Andrea with all my heart, I desire to see her happy too. The same applies to Cindy. Having Bobby be a part of this... It's an additional part. If it makes Betty happier and Andrea happier in the process. Then I win twice. I know that Andrea is concerned about Bobby. We've talked much about it. I guess you thought that they didn't like each other very much. But I think that was just Andrea closing off to a situation that she could not change. Andrea cares very deeply for her brother and wants to see him happy too. She also cares very deeply for Betty. So if Bobby and Betty make each other happy, Andrea wins twice. She gets her brother back and gets to know the joy of his laugh. She gets the joy of knowing that he pleases one she loves as well. The one thing that we all have in common, is the understanding that the love of one person does not preclude you loving another. They aren't mutually exclusive. It's society that makes them have to be so in most relationships. But hearts don't work like logic gates. It doesn't just change state from love to not-love. Love is more like an analog function. We all just put different trip levels on the curve where we admit we do or don't love someone. But love can be as simple as a handshake or as deep as a lifelong commitment. There are a billion shades of gray in between there, at least. So if you were to model electronically how multiple relationships work, it would be more like a suming amp circuit. You get out the sum total of all of them. That's what I *feel*. At times I feel like I have so much love I could just explode from it. I don't know where the power supply rails are on that summing amp. What the limiting factors will be. But I know it won't be me. If I short circuit as a result of this, then I will do so gladly, knowing that I have given and recieved all the love I possibly can." Denise concluded. "You certainly have an interesting perspective on life..... I quite like it. Andrea is a very lucky girl to have you. They all are. I can't give you my public support, of course. But you will have all the private support that Sally and I can give." he said. "Thank you, I apreciate that. The best support you could possibly offer would be to your own daughter.... and son. No matter how this works out." Denise said. "They will certainly have that. In fact I was going to leave from here to where you configured this system for Betty to purchase one just like it for Bobby." he said. "Then I shall see you there. As I am to pick up my own system there tonight. You can help me load it, if you would." Denise said. "My pleasure. After seeing how you've configured this... I want to get a matching system for me for work. Could you configure it for file sharing between the laptop and main unit like you have this?" he asked. "Sure, my pleasure. Bobby's too. In his case though... I think a local radio link would be better. No need for you to face cellular charges for him logging onto the Internet all day at cellular prices. He doesn't need the roaming capabilities of the cellular link. So a local radio link between the laptop and main unit will be much cheaper in the long run. If you still desire the speed of the Internet link that the cellular provides, then have an ISDN line run in to your house. Bobby won't notice the difference and it will be much more economical. For yourself, the Cellular link will probably be best as the radio link has a limited range." Denise said, shutting off the monitor and rising. "I sure wish you'd come to work for me at the lab. But I understand your reasons for not and support them. I can promise you, however that marketing your software will be very lucrative for both of us." John said. Denise hugged him. He hugged back, warmly. They both seemed to ignore his reaction to their contact, but did share a long gaze together before Denise led them out of the house. She set the internal alarm from her laptop as the contractors were still in the back and working on the gate. They took both cars as both would be picking up systems. ---------------------- Betty was outside stretching when Bobby came out for his run. "Hello, Bobby. I said I would be here." she said. He started his own stretching and Betty stripped off the lower half of her sweats. He found himself noticing Betty's smooth shapely legs. She noticed him noticing. "Yours are quite nice as well, but thank you for noticing." she said, smiling at him. Bobby half smiled and took off at an easy jog. Betty dropped in beside him. He increased his speed slowly as they warmed up. But soon they were flat out running. Their hearts pounding in their chests. Betty used pacing -she had learned long before- on her breathing. She stayed right with Bobby. He tested her pretty hard. He led them around a long winding path that circled the large block the Billings house was on. The size of the -mostly undeveloped- block made the run almost two miles. Bobby leveled off his speed to pace for the distance once he determined he would have a hard time losing Betty. Fact was that Betty was quite greatful for the slow-up. It took all her concentration and control to fight the burning in her muscles and the desire to gasp air uncontrolled. That would just have driven her heart rate up higher and winded her sooner. She stayed with him. On the last leg, they slowed to an easy trot, then a walk through a wooded area with no houses and little traffic. Both felt vibrant and alive. Betty was quite looking forward to her hot tub. She was quite surprised when Bobby stepped in front of her. She stopped, just feet from him and met his gaze. There was fire in his eyes. Betty quivered inside as he gently but firmly enfolded her into his arms and kissed her. Betty found herself kissing back with all her heart. Halfway through she moaned softly and her body shuddered in a mild orgasm that left her weak. Bobby pulled back and looked into her eyes a moment, then released her and resumed his walking. Betty dropped in beside him, shakily. They walked along in silence, both quite aware of the other beside them. They reached Bobby's walkway. "Well, thank you for a very enjoyable run. See you tomorrow." Betty said, shakily. Bobby looked at her a moment. A bead of sweat ran down the side of her face. Bobby reached out and caught it with a finger. He moved it to his lips and then turned and walked inside. Betty kind of quivered as she stepped back into her warm ups. She climbed into her car and drove home. ---------------------- The manager of the computer outlet was very pleased indeed to see Denise and John. Sam Crowther had called earlier in the day and ordered four systems for the company he was with. Hinting that there would probably be other systems to follow. "You're certainly making all that extra testing you put me through worth it. I already sold four systems today to your exact specifications." he said. "Sam Crowther?" Denise asked. "Yes. I was quite certain it was from your recomendation." he said. "Well, I'll be taking two myself... one slightly different, per her specifications." John Billards said. The manager smiled. "I can give you one today. I can have the other in a few days. I still have two systems reserved for Miss Hart." he said. "You can release them for now and use the later systems for them. I don't think Betty will be needing them this week." Denise offered. "Thank you, but they are already paid for. I cannot ethically do that." the manager replied. "Can you guarantee that they will be replaced exactly?" Denise asked. "Yes, I have good solid sources of large production runs." he replied. "Then it is not unethical. She has not taken possession of the systems. If they are exactly identical, then there is no problem." Denise argued. "I still feel uncomfortable about that." he replied. "Which is admirable on your part. It makes me feel better about doing buisiness here. It's quite alright. I can easily wait a few days for the system for work. One system will be quite adequate for now." John replied. "Thank you. I will see to that now. I assume you are here to pick up the rest of the system Miss Hart purchased on Saturday?" the manager asked Denise. "Yes." Denise replied, "On his system though, instead of the cellular link in the laptop. I think he wants a local radio link to the desk top unit, but an ISDN external modem with high speed interface into the desktop. They need to be able to function concurrently so that the laptop can be used through the desk top for high speed Internet access." "Goodness. We've never done that before. I don't know if it can be done. Why not just use the cellular link for Internet access? It's as fast as an ISDN, faster actually." the manager asked. "Yes, but not as economical over a month of being connected all day long. Which is possible in this case. As much as an ISDN line costs, it's nowhere near as much as Cellular time. Cellular is great for short term access. But not long term. If you can set up the hardware I will work on getting it to function properly." Denise said. "I'll see to it, and have your system carted out for you." the manager said, excusing himself. They set up the system as Denise instructed. Then she moved in and made it work. The manager and several of his employees watching carefully what she did so they could configure other systems such. She set up high speed DMA access between both interfaces, specifying the same block of memory for each. That written by one would be read by the other and vice versa. Then she set about setting up general file sharing. With the DMA access that proved difficult but she played it it back and forth, ballancing factors until it all worked. John was quite pleased with the system. Denise obtained the number of the interface line that the store used to test it's ISDN on and dialed it up from her laptop. The desktop unit answered and she showed John how he could file share through the desktop all the way to the second laptop. "You just invented a broad area local area network." the manager chuckled. "Essentially." Denise chuckled. "Well, if you ever need work I can supply you with all you want. I've got lots of customers who have similar type problems." the manager offered. "Thank you. I may take you up on that. This system I am picking up signals the birth of my software company. For the time being, though. I will be limited in the time I can devote to it. I'll let you know when I feel capable of taking on clients. I teach school durring the day, and I'm very possessive of my weekends, so it would be limited to afternoons and evenings though." Denise said. "That would probably be alright. Most just want their problems solved..... A school teacher? You could make a lot more money than that doing this alone." the manager offered. "Tell me about it. I'd double her salary in a heartbeat, but she *likes* teaching school." John half moaned. "Well, let me know when you wish to take on referals. Are you pleased with your system as configured, sir?" the manager asked. "Yes, quite." John replied. "You will of course give him an extra discount for me configuring it for him?" Denise prompted. "Yes, of course. Say five hundred off?" he asked. John nodded. The manager went to ring up his system. John turned to Denise and smiled. "Five hundred off for you spending a little time to make it work for me. I don't know how that works." he said. "Simple. He's going to apply the very same fix to other systems he sells. That's why they were watching so closely. He'll probably earn that five hundred back in one sale. He's no dummy." Denise replied. "Well, thank you anyway." he said. "No problem. I did it for Bobby. .... Well, I guess you're set here. So I will say good evening.... Thanks for your understanding." Denise said. "You're quite welcome... We'll be talking in the future quite often, I'm sure. I'll get my staff to collecting hardware if you'll get a start on the software polish up we talked about." John replied. "You've got it. Bye now." Denise said. She hugged him momentarily and then collected the last of her system and headed out the door. John went to pay for his new system. Betty met Denise at the door again. She kissed her hungrily. "Rough time with Bobby?" Denise asked, quietly. "Of sorts.... He kissed me." Betty replied, distantly. "I take it it wasn't a peck on the cheek?" Denise asked. "No.... I orgasmed in the middle of it." Betty replied. Denise kissed her palm tenderly, then led her to the kitchen. "I'll cook us dinner and you can tell me all about it." Denise said. "It's in the oven. Should be ready in about forty-five minutes." Betty said, looking at her longingly. Denise read her thoughts and nodded. They went up to the bedroom hand in hand. ------------------------------------------ Bobby sat up late playing with his new computer. It was lightning fast compared to the other one. He was a bit puzzled by the laptop for a time. Then he figured out that it hooked to the desktop unit in some wireless manner. He could move files at will back and forth between the two. This excited him. So much so that he took the laptop with him out on a walk and tested it's range. He found that he could get about a hundred yards before it quit responding properly. He nodded to himself and returned home. He did his exercises and then hit the sack. Again donning his jockey shorts with the handkerchief. They would be needed later. -------------------------------- Andrea hugged herself in her bed. The actions that Bobby had taken in the past few days had been extraordinary. She could sense that they were all on the verge of making all their dreams come true. The excitement was too much for her to sleep. She found herself touching her body. Thinking of all the times that Bobby, Denise, Cindy or Betty had touched her there. Her probes became deeper until she burried her face in the pillow as she lifted her hips in orgasm. ------------------------------------------ Cindy slept soundly. Dreaming of her loves. Her waking life and dreams seeming to merge and swirl together. She moaned softly in her sleep as she dreamed of Denise's tender touch upon her body. ----------------------------------------- Denise and Betty lay snuggled together sleeping peacefully. The dinner now consumed after a needed love session. After dinner they continued the session just as hungrily. Their passions finally abated for the moment they gently caressed each other to sleep. ------------------------------------------ The next few weeks seemed to pass like lightning. Betty took to running with Bobby every afternoon. He didn't repeat the kiss, much to Betty's dissapointment. But he didn't push their runs as hard either. It was as if the test was completed and the kiss was the reward for passing it. The best that Betty could get out of him was a slight nod in the form of a greeting when he walked out the door to find her stretching. In the evenings she seemed hungrier than ever in her lovemaking with Denise as she took out her frustraition. Denise took it in stride, returning her passion measure for measure. On the weekends, they alternated between Betty's house -now more secure- and the Billings cabin. Denise arrainged with the Crowthers to schedule a dinner with the Billings. In the meantime she polished up the software and made a coherent, flashy, highly usable and friendly program, or group of programs controlled from one executive program. John Billings dropped off load after load of hardware -free samples- for her to test the software with and write drivers for. She tried to work on it once a night while dinner was in the oven awaiting Betty's hungry return. She seldom got any work done once Betty got home. She didn't miss it. They were in love and loving every second of it. -------------------------------- Friday night again for Dinner at the Crowthers. Cindy met her and kissed her warmly. She was becoming more comfortable with the relationship all the time. More secure that it was really happening. Denise loved her as much as she loved Denise. She became more relaxed and content just knowing Denise would be in her arms that night. She even freely moved to her own chair after just a few minutes on Denise's lap while she drank her first cup of coffee. Sam raved about how well the computer systems were working out for the company he was with. They were quite impressed and were going to buy four more. One for Sam himself including the laptop. Denise told him of software she was developing for automatically updating her home computer and laptop to each other. You tagged whichever files you wanted to archive and the program automatically kept the latest copy between the two computers. You could update your schedule at work and it would read correctly on your laptop. Secretaries could enter appointments on the computer at work and a salesman just looked at his laptop to see where to go. Sam loved the idea. "Just something I worked up as an idea for marketable software for John Billings to market. I'll give you a beta copy though when you get your laptop. You can field test it for me." Denise offered. "Gladly. It will save me trips to the office. Like the last one of the day. I can spend more time here." Sam said, looking at Marge. "Oh Marge. Your pictures of Cindy came back." Denise said, digging in her purse and pulling out an envelope. She handed it to Marge. Marge opened it up and began to leaf through the pictures. She got a grin a mile wide. Stopping on one picture and studying it for a moment. "A most interesting shot... Wouldn't you say so Sam?" Marge said, handing him the shot. He looked at it puzzled a moment, then began chuckling. "Yes, a most interesting shot. I'd like a large blowup of that for a poster for my office." he chuckled. "Let me see." Cindy said, moving to look at the shot. "Oh my god!" she gasped, snatching the picture. It showed Betty's living room. It looked as if a real party had taken place. A pair of panties hung on a potted plant. Denise suddenly turned bright red and dug in her purse. She quickly flipped through the contents of two other envelopes. She pulled one out and handed it to Marge. Who was distracted looking at another picture. "I'm sorry, I gave you the wrong roll." Denise said, blushing. "I think this one is just fine. I'd quite like a blowup of this one." Marge said, entranced by the picture. Sam came around and looked at the shot, he went to turn away, then looked back. "God she looks happy." he said, now entranced himself. "Doesn't she? They all do. You know, if I needed a visual explanation of why I think this will last despite all odds, this would be perfect." Marge said. She set the shot on top and handed the roll back to Denise, taking the other one. Denise looked at the shot on top. A timer actuated picture of Cindy and Andrea in the guest room with Denise and Betty snuggled to them on each side. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Denise and Betty were in loosly tied robes, at least one nipple visible on each. The girls in bed were nude from the waist up. Their breasts proud and high before them as they sat up with breakfast trays before them. On each tray a single red rose. The look on all their faces was one of contented bliss. Denise smiled at the shot. They *did* all look happy. "That was the morning after our formal dinner. Andrea and Cindy's first morning in their new relationship. It was really the first morning of all our relationships as we are now. That was when we became a *family*... or the start of it. It will be official when we do the work and all get our names on the same deed." Denise mused, distantly. Cindy came around and looked at the photo and turned crimson red. "They saw that?" she gasped. "Yes love." Denise said, still looking at the shot herself. "But I'm naked!" Cindy gasped. "Yes love, you are. But at the time you were just nude and gorgeous. I think that's what they saw. They saw the smile on your face and the happiness in your eyes." Denise replied. Cindy sat down again, still embarassed. "These shots are quite lovely too. I will treasure these shots. The night when we realized how much a woman you had become." Marge said. Sam came and looked over her shoulder. He stayed there as she went through all the shots. They stopped at the shot of Denise and Cindy kissing before the fireplace. "Now that, is an award winner." Sam said. "Only if you want Denise out of work and our daughter in foster care." Marge giggled. She showed the image to Cindy and Denise. Cindy blushed a bit, but looked at it intently. "Is that really me there? Am I really that pretty?" she asked, softly. "Yes love. It is really you, and that is really me. And you *really are* that pretty." Denise said. Cindy sat on her lap and snuggled to her, looking at the picture. Her folks looking at the others. Marge stalled on one of Denise in her slinky formal gown. "You both really are *that* pretty." she said. "I must agree." Sam said, looking over her shoulder. I think I'd like blow-ups of this one here, and this one." Marge said. "Yes, they both look exquisite. I'll take the negatives and get them done at a good lab." Sam said. Cindy got up to look at the ones they had picked. They were single pictures of Cindy and Denise before the fireplace. A wine glass half full of apple juice in their hands. "So enough of this. On with dinner. Thank you Denise. How much for the shots?" Marge asked. "My treat. It was cheap." Denise replied, still looking at the photo of the four of them. "We'd better keep these in the safe." Cindy remarked to Denise. Denise put the shots with the others and put them away. "Yes, we shall." she said. Dinner went well. ---------------------------- Dinner at the Billings went just as well, if not quite as open. John raved about Denise's software she had submitted. She had drivers written for the biggest manufactures. Certainly enough to give the customer a good choice in meeting their needs. The whole thing would run on a laptop for wildlife or remote surveylance activities. Police agencies could use it to set up monitoring stations for trouble spots. Secret service could use it to monitor locations where a president would be. It would catch the slightest change in a picture and display it. As a home security system it would monitor inside for smoke. Ignoring bodies if chosen. It would serve as a fire alarm in an occupied house. An idiot could run the software. He also raved about Bobby working on more sophisticated programs himself. He seemed to be a wizard at bouncing around the world on the Internet. He had even learned how to throw out all the junk mail he got in his E-mail account. "I've got some routines from Denise that you can copy that automatically throw out the junk mail for me. Anything containing a dollar sign without a certain group of people on it, gets trashed. Whatever anybody is selling, they always put dollar signs on them." Betty offered. "Sounds like another marketable product." John mused. "So how's the house coming?" Sally asked. "Much to my surprise the foundations are in. They worked pretty fast. Even if it snows now, we can still get the outside up and sealed so we can work on it the rest of the winter. They had just laid out the floors when I left earlier. Figuring the weather holding for one more week, then they should have enough done to at least sheeth it in plastic so we can work on the inside. They need a warm day to do the roof." Betty replied. "My, that was fast. So I guess Andrea's weekends are tied up for the next year or so?" John teased. Andrea seemed to turn white. Bobby poked at his food, listening. "Wha... what do you mean?" Andrea stammered. "Well Betty mentioned that you would like to live there and that you were going to essentially build your own room in lew of payment. I assumed you would like to get to it so that you could move in quicker." John said, casually. "You'd let me live there before I turned eighteen?" Andrea asked, aghast. "Well certainly. If you demonstrate your worthiness and maturity by *working* for it. Betty and Denise are conscentious adults. I'm quite sure they would see to your supervision. I could just about guarantee that your homework would be done." John chuckled. Andrea seemed shocked, but her parents hadn't mentioned her relationship with Betty or the others at all. They seemed to be treating it as if she were just moving in with some friends... which she would be, but as a fellow lover, not just a housemate. "I'd quite like to see a floor plan." Sally mused. "Sure, just a second.... laptop at the dinner table okay?" Betty asked. "For this, no work." John replied. Betty snagged her laptop and returned to her seat. She actually had to call her computer at home and transfer the images that Denise had scanned in for her using her flatbed scanner. She transfered the images and then called them in on a slide show you could stop by pushing the space bar. Paused on an image you could zoom it with the plus and minus keys and move around using the arrows. She explained that to Sally and John and let them view the images. "My god that's going to be gorgeous." Sally gasped. "Pretty darned big bedroom. That thing is huge. What do you need a bedroom that big for?" John asked, teasing. Andrea tried to choke on her food. Sally slapped her back for her. "Actually, that's a common area for everyones use. But it would make a rather large bedroom, now that you mention it." Betty said, having fun with Andrea's parents. "And this area... It would make a nice little apartment for someone." John said. "Yes, I thought it would be a nice addition... for future use. What it will be used for is still an open question right now." Betty said, looking at Bobby. "That deck is going to be just lovely. With the planter in the middle of it and essentially a complete outdoors kitchen.... and a hot tub.... Gosh, I'd love to live there too." Sally said. "Well, that apartment could be used by just about anyone... like someone from your family. But I don't think you wish to leave John to stay there." Betty replied. "No, I'm afraid it would have to be someone else. And it seems that Andrea already has a room... if she builds it." Sally replied. "Well, I'll think of some use for it. You up to the run tomorrow Andrea?" Betty asked. Andrea could barely answer. Since the question about the bedroom she was just trying to be quiet and not be noticed. "Yes." she managed. "Something wrong, girl?" John asked. "N... n... No." she stuttered. "Hmm... You look down right peaked Maybe you should stay home." Sally said. "No, I feel fine. I want to go." Andrea said, more assertive. "Okay dear. I just thought you looked and were acting a little funny and maybe weren't up to running. But if you feel okay, then that's fine." Sally said. "You are welcome to join us for the run in the park too, Bobby. You don't have to if you don't want to of course. But just in case you do I'll stop by on our way to the park. If you want to go, all you need do is get in the car." Betty offered. Bobby seemed not to hear. "What time do you usually go?" Sally asked, to remind Betty of Bobby's strict schedule. "Oh gosh, there is that. We don't usually have a set time. Just sometime in the afternoon. ..... But usually around one or two.. I'll just make it a point to be here exactly at one." Betty replied. "That would be nice. I know Bobby likes running. And I think he likes your company. But what's not to like. Even Andrea seems quite taken with you." John said. "Yes... I like her a lot." Andrea managed. "Why thank you Andrea. I'm quite fond of you as well." Betty replied. "So what's on your agenda for tonight and tomorrow morning?" Sally asked. "Oh, I thought we might sit and watch and old movie and eat popcorn. Then tomorrow morning take a look at the construction and maybe do a planning session to see what materials and tools we need to work on the inside once they get the walls and roof on. Denise has to plan out the wiring and stuff for the security and a computer network she wants to put in so we can all share files between our computers. A LAN." Betty replied. "Yes, my system is sure working out well at work. It interfaced into our LAN very well. The way she set it up, they can access my laptop from any computer on the system. If it's on. I leave it in standby mode usually. It wakes up on an incoming cellular call." John said. "Well, I admire the pluck you ladies are all portraying. Like running the trencher. A lot of women would just think they couldn't do it." Sally said. "Thank you. But I'm a believer that a woman can do just about anything she sets her mind to do just as well, and sometimes better than men." Betty replied. "No arguement from me. I've always supported women's liberation." John said. "Oh? You wish me to go to work?" Sally asked. "That's not what I said. If you wish to go to work, then I will support that decision of yours. You have chosen to be a housewife, which I think is just as valid a decision as going to work outside. I know how much you do around here, seven days a week. This is no cushy possition you've signed up for. In return I provide our support. But if you wish to go to work, and to *share* expenses, then we can hire somebody to do the work here." John offered. "No thank you. I'll keep my cushy job." Sally giggled, kissing his cheek. "Well, pumkin. Shall we go? Have you got your homework?" Betty asked, Andrea. Andrea nodded. Worrying a bit about the endearment. She got up and bussed hers and Betty's plates. Then went to get her bag. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bobby. If you'd like to go. I'll be here at one sharp. All you need do is get in the car." Betty said, standing. She bent and kissed his cheek. Then turned to Sally and John. "Thank you for a lovely dinner. Good-night now." she said. "You are most welcome. Have a good night." Sally returned. "Yes, have fun." John said. Bobby got up and bussed his dish then moved off to his room. "I think you are making progress. But I don't know if he'll get in the car tomorrow. He hasn't been anywhere since he got back." Sally said, after he was gone. "No harm in trying. I think he really enjoys my company on his runs in the afternoons. This gives him a way to expand his world just a bit. Which is the whole idea. Expand it just a little bit at a time. Oh, good. You ready then, Andrea?" Betty said, as Andrea returned. She nodded. She kissed her folks good night and they left. "I thought you were going to swallow your tongue when your father asked what we wanted with such a big bedroom." Betty chuckled to her in the car. "I almost did. When did you tell my mother that I wanted to live with you?" Andrea asked. "When she took me off to the bedroom for our little talk. I explained how you had offered to move in to help with Bobby. .... but I think they know something else is up between us. I take it you haven't talked to them as yet?" Betty asked, not telling her the whole story. "No... I've been kind of affraid to. I don't want to mess up what we have." Andrea replied. "Well, I think they already pretty much know. That's what all that hinting was about. Why not try talking to them next week?" Betty asked. "Alright... But I'm scared. I don't want to lose you." Andrea half cried. "You won't lose me. Even if they took serious offense to it, which I highly doubt, then the longest they could keep us apart is until your eighteenth birthday. If you tell them now, you just might get to move in with us next summer. You heard what your father said. He's looking for a little honesty from you. They can't condone what you do until they know about it officially. Like when you tell them." Betty said. "Alright... I do want to move in with you as soon as possible." Andrea said. "So do I want you to, love. You know that. Shall we stop and get a nice sappy old movie to snuggle together to watch?" Betty asked. "That sounds wonderful. Yes." Andrea said. They met Cindy and Denise at the rental store. They saw each other and all busted out laughing. Then they each picked a sappy old movie to watch. The owner wondering what the hell that was all about. Betty triggered the gate from her remote and Denise closed it behind her as she drove in. A dark figure slipped in through the gate as it closed. Betty cleared the alarm for the outside and set the internal alarm to resident before opening the door. Once inside the girls all kissed each other and the older women hungrily. Betty finally got free and reset the outside alarm. Barely a minute later her laptop beeped. She looked at it and called in a shot. "Oh fuck. She's back. She must have slipped in when we came through the gate." she murmered. Denise came and looked over her shoulder at the image. "I've had just about enough of this." she said, hitting the outside floodlight controls. The yard outside illuminated slowly as the mercury vapor lamps began to warm up. Soon it would be almost as bright as day on the surrounding property. June was paniced. She couldn't get out. There was no place to hide. She huddled against the back wall of the house. Denise had added a camera on the end of the wire they ran out the back, looking back at the house. It clearly detailed June huddled against the wall. Denise put on her coat and stepped out the back. "June, get your ass in here now or face the sheriff in about five minutes." she called. A moment later June sheepishly stepped around the corner and in past her into the house. Denise stepped in behind her and closed the door. She looked resentfully at the four of them. Almost defiant, as much as she dared. "Alright. You've got me, now what?" she asked. "Now you are going to head your ass out the front gate again. This whole property is wired now just like my place was when you broke into it. There are laws against tresspassing and burglary. Unless you want to face them, you will not show yourself on this property again. Because next time we won't warn you, we will just call the sheriff." Denise said. "There are laws against incest and teachers fucking young girls too." June said, defiantly. "By golly, that's true. But you have no hard evidence of either. *We* on the other hand have hard evidence of your offenses. Which will be added to the charges if we have to call the sheriff on you. They have your fingerprints from here from when you broke in. It's on record that you did so, though no charges were filed. So get the fuck over it and get out." Denise said, holding the front door for her. June was just about out when Denise suddenly grabbed her camera and popped the back open. Several shots she had already taken got ruined. "You bitch!" June screamed. "From you that's a compliment, now get out." Denise said, pushing her out the door. She triggered the gate to open from a control by the door. June walked back out the front gate, sobbing. Denise closed the gate behind her, then the front door. "Now, where were we?" she asked, pulling Andrea into her arms. "I fear that we haven't heard the last of her." Betty said. "Oh well. I'm not going to live in fear of her any more." Denise replied. "I'll make the popcorn." Cindy offered, heading to the kitchen. A thought occured to Denise and she took the photos from her bag and went and put them in the safe. Betty followed her. "Okay, what's up?" Betty asked. "Just in case. The photo's are evidence of part of what June charges. They need a specific court order to make you open this safe. Speciflying what they expect to find. As nobody knows about these shots, they can't possibly do that." Denise said. "You expect further trouble tonight from June?" Betty asked. "Yes... she's at the end of her rope. It would be best if we put the girls bags in the guest room and were all just sitting around watching movies for a while." Denise suggested. "Alright, I guess we knew this was coming." Betty said, wearily. Denise hugged her and kissed her tenderly. "I don't expect it to be bad. We've been prepping everybody for this for a long time. If she goes to the law, then it's just going to hurt her. I assume you've been prepping the Billings with the idea that June is crazy?" she asked. "Yes... I still wish that the idea of Bobby and Andrea wasn't brought up. They may make the connection themselves if it is. But I think they will stand behind us as long as we all plead inocence and ignorance to Junes' charges." Betty replied. They rejoined the girls. Denise had them take their bags into the guest room. She explained why. The girls did it, but they were scared. They kind of huddled against them as they watched about half the first movie. A buzz from the gate brought Betty to her feet. "Yes?" she asked over the intercom to the gate. "Sheriff's office ma'am. May we come in?" a male voice returned. "Certainly." Betty replied, hitting the gate opener. She opened the front door and waited for the officers as they drove in and parked. They got out and June could be clearly seen in the back of the car. She got out too, but they told her to remain in the car. She got back in. They came to the door and Betty showed them in. "Yes, officers. What's this all about?" Betty asked. "We think you know what this is about, ma'am." one replied, craftily. "Oh... Let's see. I saw Ms. Benito in the back of your car. I would assume it has something to do with her. She's got some kind of vendetta against us for some reason. We've tried to be as tollerant with her as we possibly can as she's suffering from some hormonal surge problems. We caught her tresspassing on my property earlier this evening and kicked her out." Betty replied. "And what are you all doing here?" the other officer asked. "Eating popcorn and watching a movie." Betty replied. "And?" he prompted. "*And?*" Betty returned. "And who are these girls and do their parents know where they are and what they are doing?" he replied. Betty stepped to the phone and lifted the receiver. She dialed Andrea's house. Then handed the phone to the officer without saying anything except "Andrea's parents." The officer took the phone, identified himself and asked if they knew where Andrea was and what she was doing. "Why yes. She's at Coach Betty Hart's house. I understand they were going to eat popcorn and watch a movie. Is there something wrong, officer?" Sally asked. "That's what we are trying to determin, ma'am. We've had several accusitons made by a Ms. Benito. I understand she is the pricipal at the girls school." the officer said. "Yes, she is. She's also crazy as a loon. She's been displaying all sorts of bizzare behavior. I understand she broke into several teachers houses. Coach Hart's included." Sally replied. "And what is the nature of your daughters relationship to Coach Hart?" he asked. "To the best of my knowledge, they are good friends. Additionally, Coach Hart is helping us with my son who has not spoken a word since he returned from Viet Nam where he was a POW. Her and Miss Denise Alvey have generously been spending their own private time and efforts in trying to help him. They are outstanding teachers. They honestly care about the kids and others. We could do with a whole bunch more just like them. I have nothing but the highest regaurds for both of them." Sally replied. "And your daughters relationship with one Cindy Crowther?" he asked. "Best friends. Have been for ... oh gosh.. I guess over a year and a half." Sally replied. "Well, thank you ma'am. If we have any more questions, we will get back to you." he said, hanging up. Denise stepped up and dialed Cindy's number and handed them the phone. "Cindy's parents." she said. The conversation went very much the same. The Crowthers held Denise and Betty in the highest regaurds. Including references to Denise's working with both Sam and John Billings companies and how good a friends the girls and the teachers had become over time. How they all ran together on Saturday and how the Billings had invited the teachers up to use their cabin and how they trusted their daughter completely in Denise's care. On mention of June, Marge replied: "That fruitcake! Keep her away from my daughter. I don't trust her as far as I could spit." The officer thanked her and hung up. He conversed quietly with his partner. "Would you mind if we took a look around the house, ma'am?" one asked. "Help yourself... within limits. I don't want you going through my underware drawers and such." Betty replied. They walked through the house, end to end. They noticed the girls bags in the guest room. One looked at the plans laying out on a work table in the library. "You say you have evidence of Ms. Benitio's tresspassing. What evidence?" one asked. "Number one, your own police records from when she broke in here the first time. If you need collaboration on her behavior, you can ask the school nurse or Denise's entire sixth period class from when she came screaming hysterically into it. But yes, I will gladdly show you evidence of her tresspassing if you will just follow me to the library." Betty said. They returned to the library with her and she showed them dated picture files of June standing out back holding her camera. She showed them how she tried to get in and finally her exit from the property. Then she showed them pictures from earlier that evening. "And why do you have such an elaborate alarm and surveylance system, ma'am?" one asked, craftily. "You have your house broken into and torn up and how would you feel?" Betty asked. "Officer, if I may?" Denise asked, moving to her own computer. She called up and showed them the dated sequence of files from her townhouse. First showing them the dates and times of the files. "You will find that these shots match the police record for the break in here. I guess she got my key chain out of my purse at school while I was teaching one of my classes. You may find a matching *new* key to this one in her purse." Denise said, taking her old key off her ring and handing it to them. "Won't you need this?" they asked. "No, I had the locks changed after her break-in. You can see from this last shot that she made quite a mess. I didn't want to go through that again. You can verify this with the manager of the complex. I called him right away in case there was somebody still in there." Denise said. "And why is your computer here?" he asked. "Betty invited me to move in here. We share expenses. Would you care to see my checkbook?" Denise asked. "No.... Where do you sleep?" he asked. "Normally, in the guest room. If the girls stay over, then Betty and I double up and they share the guest room. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to share rooms with our students." Denise replied. "I only have the one guest room for now. I've got construction underway to expand the house, as you can see from those plans." Betty replied. One officer slipped out and took the two girls into the other room to talk to them. He asked if either of the teachers had ever made any sexual advances toward them. "Gosh no! That's sick!" Cindy gasped. "Who told you that?" Andrea asked, indignantly. "May I ask what your relationship is with your brother?" the officer asked, turning to Andrea. "He's my brother." Andrea replied simply. "You haven't been indulging in incest with him for three years?" he asked. Andrea looked shocked. "That's hardly likely, officer. He hasn't spoken a word to anybody since he returned from Viet Nam. I'd be very happy to get a word out of him." she said. "May I ask how you are affording this addition to your house?" the officer asked Betty. "Well, not that it's any of your damn business. My father owns Hart industries... as in Hart greeting cards." Betty replied. The officer kind of turned pale. He called his partner and talked to him a moment. They walked through the house one more time. One spotted the big gym bag in the exercise room. The one with Andrea's *toys* in it. "What's in this?" he asked. "Officer. That is a gym bag in an exercise room. And this is getting silly. We have been very tollerant and co-operative with you, but this has gone far enough. You have yet to inform us of any specific charges against us. You have ample evidence that June Benito is guilty of multiple crimes and none that we are guilty of any. Now I chose not to file charges against her before because of her medical problems, I can see that was an error now. I will sign the complaint on Monday. In the mean time, I suggest you look elsewhere. Now either make your charges, or get out." Betty replied, levely. "There's no need for that kind of attitude. We are investigating some very serious charges from a person of no small importance." one cop said. "Really? What charges?" Betty asked. "She has made the accusition that you are involved in deviant sexual relations with those minors without the knowlege of their parents. Further that you are helping to hide an illegal incestuous relationship between Andrea Billings and her brother." he replied, daring her to deny it. "That's rediculous. Both charges. Now you have talked to both girls parents, and to them. You have been through my house from one end to the other. You have found no evidence of any such relationships. As to Andrea and her brother. I am working with Andrea and a counselor to try to get her brother to say even a single word to either her or her parents. It's highly unlikely that he could have pulled off any such relationship without at least *talking* to her. Now as far as persons of no small importance. The Attorneys for Hart industries will be in touch with the state attourney general's office on Monday to file both breaking and entering charges and charges of slander against Ms. Benito. This has gone quite far enough. Both Denise and I have been overly tollerant of her because she has had medical problems. But our tollerance is at and end as is my patience with the whole situation. Now if you prefer, I can have them get the attourney general on the phone right now and we can deal with this tonight." Betty said, evenly. "I will be filing my own charges." Denise added. "No, that won't be necessary. We had to investigate because of the serious nature of the problem. Have you any idea why Ms. Benito would single you folks out?" asked one officer. "Yes... She *sexually* propositioned me after I had been at Ballard for a while. I turned her down. I didn't say anything because I need my job." Denise replied. "She's propositioned me as well. I turned her down also." Betty replied. "Ms. Benito did that? Yuk!" Andrea said, looking disgusted. "And what about charges of a wild sex party here three weeks ago?" asked one officer. "I don't know where you get your information from. But we *did* have a *formal* dinner party here just about that time. Just the four of us. We thought it would be a nice experience for the girls and quite frankly I wanted to give them some experience at formal dinners before I invited them and their parents over to my parents house for dinner. If Ms. Benito has made these accusations, you may count upon the slander charges being made. This is all very rediculous and I think you'd better leave now." Betty said. "Now there's no need to get snippy." said one cop, indignantly. "Denise, would you give the girls a ride home. I think I'm going to be busy down at the police station for a while. I want this settled *tonight!* I think I'd better call my attourneys *now*. We'll see how the attourney general feels about being gotten out of bed on a Saturday night to deal with this bullshit." Betty said, picking up the phone. "There's no need for that, we are leaving. We're very sorry to have disturbed you. I think that there's no need to disturb anybody. We will have a little talk with Ms. Benito and take her home." said the other one, taking his partner by the elbow. "You will do *no such thing!* She has broken the law and made serious slanderous accusations against me and my friends. If you need me to file charges tonight, then I will. Otherwise I will do so on Monday. But I don't want that schitzophrenic bitch loose this weekend." Betty said, continuing her call. "I will just go print off the images from both computers. If one of you will accompany me and observe that I do not alter anything. You can record the date and time of each shot on the prints as I make them. I am filing charges as well." Denise said. "There's really no need for this." one protested. "Too late for that. My minds made up. This has gone far enough." Betty said. Her lawyers service answered. Betty identified herself and asked to be put through to him. The police listened in growing dismay as she explained the situation to one of the best known lawyers in the state and said she wanted it resolved right away. Denise led one off to the library and printed off a stack of pictures. Having him note the time stamp from the file on each picture and initial it. This was getting way out of hand, but now it was safest to play it by the book. Denise re-scanned each initialed and dated picture as a copy for the lawyers before turning over the stack. "Yes, you have my full authority to file the charges. Do you need me there? No.. Okay.. Thank you Frank. I'll talk to you Monday. Denise and I will be in to give our statements. Do you need the girls or their parents to come in? Well, whatever you think is best. I'm sure they will be glad to....Okay.. Yes, thank you again, good night." Betty concluded as Denise and the other officer returned with the stack of photos. "He will meet you at the jail. I'm sorry it had to come to this. But I will only tolerate so much disruption of my life and that of my friends." Betty said, showing them out. "Yes, we understand, we are very sorry to disturb you. Ms. Benito will be spending the weekend in jail. You won't have to worry about her." one said, leading the other one out. Betty closed the door behind them and kind of sagged against it. "Thanks.. I needed this like I need a kid with an uzi shooting at me." one cop said to the other as they returned to the car. June got out. "Aren't you going to arrest them?" she asked. "No, we are arresting you. You have the right to remain silent....." he began, slapping the handcuffs on her. June went berserk, trying to scratch at him with her nails and adding resisting arrest charges to the pile. They got her in the car and pulled out. The gate swung shut behind them and the lights on the grounds went out. Denise guided Betty to a chair and poured her a scotch rocks. She poured herself one as well. "Glass of wine to help your nerves, girls?" she asked. Both nodded. Cindy poured for them and they sat down at the table. "Well, we all knew it was coming. I think you'd both better call your folks and tell them what happened. I think that they will be worried about this." Denise said. Andrea called hers first and told them of Ms. Benito's accusations, and how it had turned out. That she was now under arrest herself for tresspassing, burglary and slander. Sally was relieved. Asking Andrea if she wanted to come home. Andrea declined, saying that June was no longer a problem. Cindy called next. Marge listened intently and chuckled a bit. Then thanked Cindy for the call and wished her well for the night. ------------------------------------------ "But why am *I* under arrest?" June screamed in the back of the car. "Because you broke the law and they have hard evidence of that fact. That's the way the law works. I think you chose to mess with the wrong people. I suggest you call an attorney and it better be a good one because they have one of the most powerful ones in the state waiting for us at this moment at the jail. I don't think he's going to be in a very good mood either." one cop replied. "Don't you care about those girls?" she cried. "Give it up, lady. They damn sure didn't look abused to me. It looked like a very innocent little gathering between friends. There was no evidence at all of them indulging in any illegal or immoral acts. Even the movie they were watching was G-rated." said the cop. "But I tell you... I was there. I saw it myself. I slept with them myself!" she cried. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Because if that were so, you yourself would be in a lot more trouble than the already considerable amount you are. As it is you will spend the weekend in jail. If you persist, you could damn well land in prision. There you can have all the fun and games you'd like to indulge in. They'd love to get their hands on a woman like you. Then there would be no fantasy about it. They'd hold you down and rape you till you couldn't talk. Maybe one of the tougher ones would adopt you as her love slave." he said. June got real scared and shut up. It wasn't going at all like she expected. She could see her career vanishing before her eyes. She started crying. She continued to cry as she was booked into the jail and put through the indignity of a strip search. Then they were nice enough to put her in her own private cell. Where she cried herself to sleep. --------------------------------------------------- "Okay, girls. Lets get our stories straight in case they call you in. One, the dinner party. We had a marvelous time. We had a gormet meal then sat around and talked. Don't volinteer what about. When it got late, you two shared the guest room where you slept. If they ask you what we talked about. Tell them we talked about Bobby and what we might do to bring him out of his shell. Tell them we had a good time, that it was elegant and fun. Otherwise, you don't have a clue where Ms. Benito got her ideas from. Do not mention that she was here at all. There is no evidence that puts her here. " Denise told them. The girls nodded. Cindy sat on her lap, Andrea on Betty's. A somber atmosphere had settled on everybody. "Awh.. come on. Are we going to let that bitch spoil it for us anyway? Come on, lighten up!" Denise asked, tickling Cindy's ribs. Cindy giggled and fought her hands, then started her counter attack. This ended up in them kissing deeply and hugging. Betty looked up into Andrea's eyes and then kissed her softly. "Don't worry, love. It will all turn out alright. She can't hurt us now... she may have just taken herself out of our lives entirely. When the school board gets wind of this, she will be lucky to have a job. Nobody's going to believe her... I didn't want to do it this way, but if I hadn't, they might not have believed *us*. But this is just how we should have reacted had her accusations not been true. So this is the best way." she said. "I know. I'm just sorry it came to this. I feel responsible for telling her about Bobby and I." Andrea said. "As far as that is concerned, don't say a single word about it. The tapes that Denise made of you when you told her all about it are the only evidence that exists at all. And I can guarantee that they will never come to light." Betty said. "No, they won't. I'll take a bulk eraser to them Monday. You can watch me do it." Denise replied. "No, don't go near her. Don't call her from work either or from here or your cellular." Betty said. "You think they'll bug our lines?" Denise asked. "I think it's a good possibility that they will investigate us. June is a person with a highly visible position. They may not believe her, but they will probably cover their asses just the same. So basically, we should sort of lay low for a while." Betty replied. "You mean we can't see you two?" Cindy asked, alarmed. "No, we will still see each other on weekends. But we have to be extra carefull during the week. That means you two don't meet in any classrooms to kiss or anything like that. We are just friends. We will have dinner at your folks places every Friday night, we will run with each other in the park on Saturdays and be busy working on the house the rest of the weekend. Friday and Saturday nights we will still sleep together, but we mess up the guest room bed first. I think we should go through Andrea's little bag of tricks right now and decide what we wish to keep. I don't want them found should they come back with a search warrant." Betty said. "Yes, that's a good idea. Do you think you could keep the ones we decide on at your house, Cindy? As your folks know what's going on and are unlikely to be snooping in your room?" Denise asked. "Sure, gladly. We can drop them off tomorrow on the way to the park." Cindy replied. "As far as I'm concerned, they can all go in the fire." Andrea said. "Well, Cindy and I are quite fond of one... And ... I'd kind of like to see her in that outfit of yours.... with accessories. It might be fun to watch you two as you both seem to like... *things*.... inside you." Denise demured. "I'd kind of like to watch that myself." Betty giggled. "Really? You both would like to see that?" Andrea asked. Both nodded. "Why don't we all turn in anyway. It's been an eventfull night. I'm quite certain that we are all ready for a little loving." Betty said. Andrea offered her hand to Cindy, who smiled and nodded. They grabbed the bag on the way to the bedroom. Betty went in an messed up the guest room bed and then set the outside alarm before going up stairs. Andrea showed Cindy how the outfit worked. Cindy looked downright sexy in it before she added the attachments. Andrea dug out a tube of lubrication and applied it to half the accessory before mounting it on Cindy. The lubricated half sliding up inside her. "Oh!... *That* feels interesting." Cindy giggled. Andrea showed her the pump and Denise and Betty watched in awe as the plastic penis seemed to grow and become erect. Cindy moaned a bit. "It's growing inside me too!" she gasped. "Just wait till you start pumping me, babe. Come on, let me have it." Andrea said, sitting back on the edge of the bed and guiding Cindy between her legs. She added some lube to herself and the plastic phallus and then positioned it. She nodded to Cindy who moved her hips to push it into Andrea. Both girls moaned softly as it pushed in. "God, it's stroking inside me!" Cindy groaned. Andrea grasped her hips and pulled her hard into her own. Both the young women gasped. Cindy pushed Andrea back on the bed as she kissed her deeply. Remembering how Andrea had done this to her. She didn't want it to be that way. She was tender and loving as she began to carefully move her hips to stroke the phallus inside Andrea. Andrea moaned with delight as Cindy moved her hips. They kissed and caressed each others bodies tenderly as they moved to a giant orgasm. Denise sat back holding Betty in her arms from behind and teasing her nipples and between her legs as they watched the two young women drive each other to orgasm. "My turn next please." Betty asked. Cindy grinned and slowly pulled out of the panting Andrea. She moved over and between Betty's legs. She used her finger to smear a little lubrication inside Betty, who moaned slightly. Cindy positioned the phallus and then pushed in. Not fully recovered yet herself from her last orgasm, Andrea crawled up and snugged to Denise's side as they watched Cindy take Betty as a man would. ---------------------------------------------------- The county sheriff did not like high priced lawyers telling him what to do. He called the deputies into his office and listened very carefully as they related the entire story to him. Finally he sighed heavily. "It really doesn't look good putting a junior high school principal in jail. But we don't have a choice about that. I think though, that there is more to this. She may be hormonally charged like they said... but she didn't get to be a principal by being stupid.. There's more to this for sure." the sheriff said, calling some detectives in. He had the deputies repeat the whole story, then released them. "Okay, I want surveylance on these two teachers. I don't give a shit if she's the daughter of gulf oil company. Just follow her and see where she goes and who she talks to. I'll see if the principal's complaint isn't sufficient enough to justify some wire taps on their home and office phones. I want to know who they talk to and what they say. The last thing we need if for this all to be true and us caught with our pants down and a valid complaint on the books that we didn't look into. See who's on call for the weekend. I want them them tailed from the moment they leave this rich gym coaches place tomorrow. I want video taped surveylance on them so check out the van. You two get this rolling and keep me informed of what you find.... Why the hell this shit has to happen in my jurisdiction, I will never know. But it has, so lets cover our asses... see if you can find out who this counselor is without talking to the parents.... Or better yet. Talk to the parents on Monday. Tell them you are just working on the case of the principal. Tell them that you are just verifying facts. Stay totally off the coaches property. That's sounds like a pretty sophisticated alarm system she has there... It's not there to protect her from some looney bitch." the Sheriff said. The detectives nodded. They would have rather been out chasing armed bandits than dealing with possible lesbian weirdos. -------------------------------------------------------- Cindy was out. She'd taken on all three of them and done herself in in the proscess. Denise tenderly removed the accessories and the outfit. "Interesting toy, Andrea. How about you using it on me?" she invited. Andrea grinned broadly and slipped the outfit on. Denise actually quite enjoyed the phallus riding up inside her. Andrea drove them both to orgasm and then lay panting atop Denise. She leaned and whispered something in her ear. "You're serious? You really want that?" Denise asked. Andrea nodded, shyly, pulling off the outfit and accessory. Denise put them on. Feeling the one half grow up inside her as she pumped the outfit. She kind of giggled. Andrea crawled over Betty and whispered in her ear what she wanted. Betty giggled and nodded. Andrea positioned herself atop her and began to move. Her knees tucked way up beside Betty. Denise moved up behind her and smeared some lubrication on the phallus and on Andrea's backside. Andrea groaned deeply as Denise moved in to position the phallus. She let Andrea work it in, but the other half stroked inside her while she did it. Denise reached in the bag and got out the vibrator that Andrea had asked for. She smeared it up with lubrication and then moved to insert it into Andrea. Then lay atop her as the writhing young girl worked the phalus all the way into her backside. Once in position, Denise turned on the vibrator. Andrea went absolutely wild. Her hips bounced and thrust about between the two women. Alternately driving into Betty's clitoris with her own and then back into the phalus in her ass. Knowing what she was making both women feel and what she herself felt with both orifices full up soon drove Andrea to the edge. She didn't stop, but became even wilder. Denise was gasping for breath atop her. Each stroke of Andrea's wild hips drove the piston up inside her up into her cervix. Once it reached the end, it ballooned outwards, stretching her. Denise was quite tight for her age. Having had no children and not much intercourse with a man. The result was that every stroke felt like she was being filled to capacity and then almost ripped open. Beneath Andrea, Betty was gasping for her own breath. The girl was driving her hips to collide mercilessly with her clitoris. Her large breasts ran atop Betty's. The nipples dragging over hers with each stroke. Andrea alternately kissed her tenderly and then moved herself frantically atop her. The girl was not stopping. If anything she was picking up speed. Betty went off again and again and still Andrea continued to move. When Denise climaxed, her vagina bore down upon the piston bladder within her. This had the opposite effect upon Andrea. It felt suddenly like her ass was being ripped open by the large -and seemingly growing- phallus. This triggered her last orgasm, which basically left her out cold. Denise slowly withdrew from her and then pulled the appliance from within herself. A buzzing sound reminded her and she reached back and pulled the vibrator out of Andrea. Denise didn't much like the outfit and stripped it off. Betty rolled Andrea to the side and into Cindy's arms. Then rolled to Denise's side. "I don't think you and I have any need of these toys.... I think it's a bad idea having them around. No matter how hot they get Andrea. I think we should get rid of them right now and I will replace them later if the girls want them." Betty said. Denise nodded, breathlessly, then pulled Betty to her and kissed her tenderly. Betty clung to her for a long time. Finally, they slipped on their robes and made their way down to the fireplace. Betty added some wood and got the fire real hot. They removed batteries and such that would explode and basically burned all the toys. Outside thick black smoke poured out of the chimney. They kept the leather outfit -as it probably wouldn't burn very well anyway- but the accessories went into the fire. All that was left when they were done was a pile of batteries and a very odd leather outfit. Denise even ripped the tubbing and pump out of it and added it to the fire. Lastly she went up and got the pictures from the safe. She guided Betty into the library where she scanned each of the photos into her computer then burned a -very- scrambled CD-ROM with the files. Then dumped the files and did a DOD double over-write on her drive. A search of Betty's computer found the pictures of Denise standing over the girls. Betty gasped and went and got the print of that picture from a drawer in her room. The files got scrambled and put onto their own CD-ROM disk. Then the pictures all went into the fire. The CD's went into Betty's safe. Denise and Betty did a room by room walk through, searcing every drawer and corner until they were both satisfied the house was *clean*. Denise made them a cup of Tea while Betty stirred the ashes in the fireplace to catch every possible sliver of photograph. Denise served Betty her tea and glanced at the clock. Almost midnight. She snagged the phone and dialed Jenny's home number. "Better be good!" a breathless voice replied. "Hi darling. Sorry to disturb your... *activities*." Denise chuckled. "Denise? ... What's wrong?" Jenny asked, instantly concerned. "This may be the last time I can talk to you for a while. June paid us a visit tonight and we caught her and sent her away. A while later she showed up with the sheriff. The upshot of that is that she's spending the weekend in jail. But we think it's probably best to be on the safe side for a while." Denise chuckled. "Yes... You sure do lead an interesting life... Whatever you need? Just name it." Jenny said. "I'm tired of missing the soap opera's all day at work. Would you be so kind as to take those tapes I left you and record all the soap operas on them Monday?" Denise asked. "All of them? That would be five... two extra I made copies of you never picked up." Jenny replied. "Yes please, except that one I gave you of the damage that person did when they broke into my place. You could use your tape for whatever you thought best. But I'm quite weary of the old programs. I'd like something else on them. Daytime television sounds just perfect." Denise said. "Can do... You okay?" Jenny asked. "Just fine. Betty and I were just doing a little house cleaning in case we have further guests. The girls are down for the night. I'm really sorry to disturb you .... sounded like you were in the middle of something very important. I'll let you get back to it." Denise said. "No problem.... You take care and keep your head down now. You owe me several lessons when you can come see me." Jenny said. "That may be a while, but I promise to pay off in style. Thanks love. Bye- now." Denise said. ".. I love you... bye now." Jenny said, breaking the connection. "Well that was an interesting conversation." Betty chuckled. "I figured that there was no way to arrainge a phone tap this fast. So tonight was the safest time to call." Denise said. "They will still be able to get a copy of the fact you called her." Betty said. "Then they will find that I called one Jake Swasso, pharmacologist extraordinaire. A *fella*. Jenny shares the house with him. The phone's in his name." Denise replied, coming to snuggle next to her. "You know, you're sure cute for as smart as you are." Betty chuckled, leaning toward her. Denise kissed her tenderly. Then pulled back and looked serious. "Remind me to pick up some IR detectors Monday." she said. "I love it when you talk dirty to me. What's an IR detector?" Betty chuckled. "Infra-red... as in invisible laser... as in listen to the inside of your house from the outside... Remind me to get some vinyl sheeting too and a staple gun. I can winterize your house and make it soundroof while I'm at it." Denise replied. "I don't understand, love. You lost me when you said *laser*." Betty said. "Okay... a laser shines coherent light, meaning that all the light is going in exactly the same direction. All photons paralell to each other. That means it travels in nice straight lines very well. Easy to aim it at a window. Okay, sound inside a house causes very small vibrations of your window panes. A laser pointed at your window from outside will reflect back light that has been modulated by the sound hitting the window from the other side. It does not have to be a visible light laser to do this, in fact it's better if it's not becase the light from a visible one might be seen from the inside. Hence infra-red. Now it's quite common practice to cover windows with linyl sheeting in the winter to reduce heat loss. That sheeting is slightly translucent, meaning it would dissipate light quite well. Especially coherent light. So you get a barrier of air between the window and the sheet and reduce the effectiveness of the device considerably. After that, a simple radio playing inside is enough to quite adequately mask any conversation." Denise said. "They could listen inside my house from outside the property?" Betty asked. "Oh, quite easily. But I'm just going to make it very hard on them. We know they can't get near the house to bug it without the video surveylance catching them before they ever got close to the place. So if we cover the windows in vinyl sheeting then we should be pretty safe talking inside.... Oh... workmen. That's a problem. They could get close to the house." Denise said, thoughtfully. "Not a problem. They won't have access to the inside. I'll tell them to bring out a porta-poty for the men. They don't open up access into the house until the outside is completely up and sealed." Betty said. "They don't *need* access to the inside, just the outside. *Spike mikes* can be driven into the walls from the outside and feed a transmitter. They can be tough to find as they can be switched off remotely or totally powered remotely by another transmitter." Denise said. "So what do we do? I don't trust myself not to say anything inside my own house." Betty asked, upset. "Fear not, my love. I can convert a cheap scanner into a spectrum analyzyer. Then run a loop of wire around the outside of the house. I can detect just about anything they could plant. It has to go active sometime. Direct the foreman to keep the workers away from the front of the house because of your alarm system. Have them not open access to the house until they finish the button up. In fact, we can do that part ourselves. It's kind of fun smashing a wall down. Tell the contractor that you want him to use only workers he has known and have worked for him for a long time on the job here. Nobody else is to get close to the house. He may think you excentric, but that's life. He'll be more interested in the job than your sanity. Any city or state inspectors must be escorted and watched at all times. In fact, I'd like to do that part myself. *Nobody* comes into the house but us. All the outside precautions won't mean shit if somebody gets inside here. The bugs nowadays are so tiny and hard to spot that it's virtually impossible to protect against them if they get inside. Tell your contractor that you don't want anybody but his crew on the property. Delivery drivers are to stay with their truck until it is unloaded, then escorted off the property again. If he won't go for it, get another contractor." Denise said. "Okay... I guess I never thought about us being prisoners in our own homes." Betty said. "Well, the isolation of your place makes it easier on us. If we go up to the cabin next weekend, then we should be pretty safe. But once they know about it, then that won't be safe anymore. I'll install a few things here. I can make hash out of just about anything they could hear. As long as I don't interfere with anybody's comunication off the property. .... Oh, *do not type* or look at anything you don't want them to read or see on your desk computer. You can read images off of a CRT like you were hooked to it. Your laptop is okay, it has an LCD display that works on *nanoamps* of current. They'd have to be right on top of it with a coil of wire to read it. But your CRT on your monitor they could easily read from the road. Do you remember how to encrypt things?" Denise asked. "Yes... pretty much, why?" Betty asked. "Anything you have to say to me that you don't want to say over the phone, type it up on your laptop, encrypt it and send it to mine. Direct, not to my E-mail account, although that's fairly safe. Cellular to Cellular is safer. I'll set you up with PGP on your laptop with a long key encryption key. I will set up a path that automatically encrypts anything you send by it. Without your key, then nobody will be able to read it unless they have a supercomputer and a couple of weeks of free time on it. I'll make it as painless as possible for *you* while making it damn near impossible for them. Something like a partial key resident with the day of the week completing the key so that not just anybody could read the message on the other end unless they knew that." Denise said. "That sounds workable. As long as we have a means of talking safely..... Do you think I made a mistake filing charges?" Betty asked. "No... I don't think she would have given up... If she told them that stuff... She would never have let it go. Neither of us is the type who could have killed her, it's just not in our nature. So the only option we really had was the one we took. Other than I could have not gone out there and gotten her tonight. But that still might not have insured she wouldn't have gone to the police. Another night of freezing her butt off without results might have sent her there anyway. But you saw the way she reacted when I opened her camera. She probably had shots of us kissing when we came in. So I don't consider that an error either." Denise said. "No, I think you were right about that. I think she was going to attack you until she caught the look in your eye.... remind me never to piss you off." Betty chuckled. Cindy came down the steps in her robe and slippers. She walked sleepily but directly to Denise and snuggled to her side. "Couldn't sleep without you.... Woke up and you were gone." she murmered. "Yes, love. Betty and I were just discussing how we proceed from here. First off we must never talk openly on the phones. No saying how much you miss me or want to feel me in your arms. I know all that, and you know I feel the same about you. I think for the next three to six months we should all be on our best behavior. It may take that long for this to all blow over. On the weekends we will make love. But between times... not a word of it, not even in private." Denise said. "So how *did* you know that Andrea and I were meeting in empty class rooms to kiss?" Cindy asked, grogily. "I just had a hunch. I know my little lovelies. I know how much you two mean to each other. You told me that she used to drag you into empty class rooms to kiss before. It was no great leap of intuition to realize it was possible now that you both really love and desire each other. Especially with how close you've both become." Denise chuckled. Cindy snugged to her and kissed her cheek. Andrea came stumbling down the stairs and instantly snuggled to Betty. "I burned all your toys love. I'll replace them later for you after this all blows over." Betty told her. "Oh... That's nice.... That you burned them I mean... I don't need them anymore. I like it best without them." Andrea said, sleepily, snuggling tighter. "I think, *Betty Boop*, that we should go back to bed so that these two can get some sleep." Denise chuckled. "We can do that... but Euneika's still hungry." Betty chuckled. "I don't think that will be a problem." Denise said, holding her gaze. "Who's Euneika?" Andrea asked. "Denise here named my little *something extra*. She named it very honorably after one of Sappho's girlfriends." Betty said, holding Denise's gaze. "Oh... I'll feed her... as much as she wants." Andrea mused. "Me too... I'd quite like to kiss her too. For a long time." Cindy added. "Looks like you won't have any trouble sleeping." Denise chuckled. "Thank you girls. But it's Denise's turn. You can have me when she's through with me." Betty said, kissing Andrea's forehead. "Looks like it's you and me, babe. I think I like that long time kissing stuff. Maybe I'll come up with a name for yours if I study it close enough." Andrea said to Cindy. "I'll be doing the same to yours." Cindy replied. "Okay, girls. Lets get back to bed then, before we miss tomorrow altogether." Denise chuckled, standing and pulling Cindy to her feet. "We can't miss tomorrow. I invited Bobby to go running with us in the park. I have a hunch he just might accept." Betty said. "Really? So we really musn't miss tomorrow." Denise chuckled. "Yes, I have to go to pick him up at exactly one-o-clock. I'm just going to pull up and open the door. If he gets in, fine, if not... well, we'll try something different next time." Betty said, leading Andrea back upstairs. Once back in the bedroom, the girls kissed them both deeply and then paired off and climbed on one side of the bed. Denise and Betty on the other side. Betty moved over Denise and kissed her deeply as she began to move her hips. The girls kissed for a time, then reversed themselves to ponder each other while they thought up a name. "*Little snake!*" Cindy came up with. "Alright, then I name yours '*Charmer*'." Andrea replied. "And I name yours '*Aphrodite*'." Betty said, still moving atop Denise. Later *Euneika* got reaquainted with *Little Snake* and *Charmer* and *Aphrodite* paired off. They fell asleep that way. As they often did. ---------------------------------- Andrea and Cindy made breakfast, but Denise and Betty came down before they finished. "Awh.. we wanted to serve you breakfast in bed." Cindy said. "That's nice, love. But not necessary every week." Denise said, pulling her into her arms and giving her a big kiss good morning. Betty was similarly greeting Andrea. Afterwards they switched and greeted the other girls. The girls sat them down and insisted on at least serving them. Andrea sat on Denise's lap while she sipped her coffee. Cindy finished up the last of the pancakes and brought them to the table with the breakfast strips. "Eggs?" she inquired. "Not for me love. Thank you." Denise said. "Two please, Poached." Betty said. "I don't know how to poach them." Cindy said. "Then I shall take great pleasure in showing you. It's simple. That small non-stick sauce pan makes great poached eggs." Betty said, standing to show her. Cindy snuggled to her side as Betty showed her. "See, it's really simple. Just a shot of cooking spray, crack in two eggs and when you see them turn white all along the bottom, just add about a tablespoon of water to the pan, cover it tightly and turn off the heat. The steam from the water cooks the top just enough while leaving the yolks runny. Then you just wait a minute or two...voila! Poached eggs." Betty told her, dumping the eggs from the pan atop her pancakes. "Wow.. that is simple. Even easier than over easy. If you don't have to flip them, then you're less likely to break the yolks." Cindy said. "Those look good. I think I'd like to try some." Andrea said, moving to the stove. "Nope... Sit down. I'll make them. I want to try it out." Cindy said, kissing her friend. Andrea sat back down, this time in her own chair. "So what are we doing this morning?" she asked. "Bored love?" Betty asked, looking up from her morning paper. "No... Not really. I just wondered if you had made some special plans." Andrea said. "Actually, we were going to go spend some more of Betty's money." Denise chuckled, eating her pancakes. "Oh... on what?" Andrea asked. "Power tools." Denise giggled. "And hand tools. I thought I'd get each of you girls your very own hammer. Then you can name *them*." Betty chuckled. "Name a hammer?" Cindy asked. "Why not... *Charmer*." Denise giggled. Cindy blushed a bit, but grinned. "Yes... *Little Snake* quite likes its *Charmer*." Andrea said, distantly. "And *Charmer* quite likes *Little Snake*." Cindy replied, serving her her perfectly poached eggs and kissing her tenderly. "How do you do just one?" Cindy asked. "Just cut back the water to half a table spoon." Betty told her. Cindy made herself one. It came out almost perfect. "Hmm a little quicker too. I guess one cooks faster. I like my yolk runnier." she said, sadly. "Here, give me that one and make another." Denise offered. "You sure?" Cindy asked. "Yes, love. An egg is an egg." Denise chuckled. Cindy served the egg to Denise and then made herself another. This time it came out just how she liked it. "I'll have to show this to my mother." she said, sitting down to eat. "She probably knows.... Non-stick technology sure works better than the old way; That was a special little tray that sat in a pan of water and steamed the whole egg. Never could get them right. I discoverd this kind of by accident." Betty said. "I'll show her. We have a little non-stick like that... but no lid for it... that won't work." Cindy said, frowning. "When you add the water, put a piece of aluminum foil over the pan and turn off the heat. Just something to keep the steam in so it can cook the top." Betty told her. "So I wonder how June's night was?" Andrea mused. "Undoubtedly not as nice as ours.... I'm really sorry we had to do that. But I don't think she would have given up. I think she actually had some shots of us kissing on that roll I exposed." Denise said. "You even care about her, even with all she's done to us. Don't you." Andrea asked. "Care is a relative term, dear heart. I don't wish anybody badly. But I certainly wouldn't lay my life or even my career on the line for her like I would any of you." Denise replied. "I *know* you would do that for me, as I watched both of you do it... put your careers on the line for me that is." Andrea said. "I don't mean to diminish the act, but actually, dear heart, that wasn't precisely for you. It was for an ethical principle that just happened to involve you. Likely we would have done it regaurdless of who it involved." Betty said. "I don't believe it, but even if that's true the effect is still the same. You two put your careers on the line to protect me. It may have been a principle you were actually protecting, but it protected me personally and I will never forget that." Andrea said. "Enough already. We both love that cute little tushy of yours. Now hush up and finish your breakfast before we paddle it." Denise told her. "Please don't beat me master. I'll be good." Andrea teased. "Uppity slaves anyway. Maybe I should have beat you." Denise mused. Andrea calmly got up and walked out the patio door. The others watched her curiously but she paid them no mind. She returned a moment later with a switch she handed to Denise. She then lay face down upon the startled woman's lap and pulled her robe up, reavealing her bare buttocks. She waited. Denise got tears in her eyes. She softly caressed the cheeks with her hand and bent and kissed it. Then she reveresed Andrea and lifted her into her arms. Andrea seemed to quiver as she snuggled against her. "Why did you do that?" Denise asked, tears running from her eyes. "To show you once again that I am yours to do with as you please." Andrea replied, quivering against her. "I was joking Andrea." Denise said. "I'm not. I have been uppity." Andrea replied. "No... You've been your own wonderful, lovable, darling self. And even if you had been uppity -which you weren't- then I could still not hurt you. I would feel the pain ten times as deeply inside. I am not a massochist. I do not enjoy pain. I cannot hurt you without feeling it myself." Denise said, holding her to her. Betty and Cindy ate quietly. Just observing. Cindy winked at Betty and motioned with her head. Betty smiled and nodded. They finished eating, bussed their dishes and then Denise and Andrea, then slipped away upstairs. With trembling fingers Denise lifted Andrea's chin to her lips and kissed her softly. At once they were hungry for each other. Their breakfast forgotten. Denise lifted her in her arms and carried her into the guest room. It was several hours later by the time they got out to the hardware store. Denise helped each of the girls pick a hammer. She explained the curved claw vs. the straight claw, the weight, the head, the different handle types. Betty and Andrea chose curved claw, Denise and Cindy straight. They all got eighteen ounce with fiberglass handles. Then Betty picked out various hand tools, four work aprons and nail belts, nail sets, nails. Then drill, circular saw, jig saw, disk sander, orbital sander, a power miter box, a table saw, a band saw, a drill press, a jointer and a radial arm saw. The salesman was estatic. Betty glanced at the time and arriainged for a late Tuesday afternoon delivery as she didn't know how Monday would go. They rushed back to the house and changed for their run. Denise and Cindy headed for the park directly and Betty and Andrea to her house. They pulled up almost exactly at one o-clock. Bobby walked out the door wearing his sweats and Andrea opended her door and climbed in the back, leaving the door open. Bobby got in without a word. Andrea put her seat belt on in the back seat. Betty had hers on already. Bobby reached and buckled his without a word. "Glad you could join us." Betty said, smiling and putting the car in drive. Bobby seemed intensely interested as they drove along. Betty suddenly realized that except for his twice daily run, he hadn't seen the outside world in many, many years. She took her time driving to the park to let him enjoy as much of it as possible. At the park Denise and Cindy were already stretching. Betty parked and got out. Bobby climbed out and Andrea got out his side. They locked up the car as Bobby began stretching with Denise and Cindy who seemed unsurprised to see him, simply saying "hello" as greeting. Andrea and Betty joined them and then the girls stripped off their sweats. Bobby stripped of his lowers, but left his upper. "Shall we? This is sort of Denise's party. She started this and picked the route. I quite like it." Betty explianed to Bobby who was looking around the park at the other people. He turned back and nodded once, waiting for Denise to lead off. She did. Again they used the first lap as warm-up, starting off at an easy jog. Building speed slowly around the whole circuit. Then they poured it on for the second lap. Five people driving themselves to the limit. Then a lap of gradual slowdown to the last lap which they just walked, letting themselves cool off. ---------------------------------------------------- John and Sally were elated, but apprehensive. Bobby had been nowhere since his return from Viet Nam. They'd had a near impossible time getting him into the car to go to the doctors early on. The sessions unfruitfull and frustraiting for them. Now he had just walked out the door and gotten into Betty's car. He'd even fastened his seat belt before they pulled off. They didn't know what to think. Andrea's cellular was ringing when they got back to the car. Betty opened the door for her. Bobby looked longingly at the park. "I think we might walk another lap, if Bobby would like to?" Betty told the others, loud enough for Bobby to hear. Denise and Cindy nodded. "See you later then. We'll get some frozen yogurt on the way back to the house." Denise said. Betty was already walking along the path with Bobby by her side. "Yes, mother. He's fine. We just ran our laps and now they are walking another one to cool down....... Because I stopped to answer the phone..... Yes, mother. I will call you if we need any help. .... I think that maybe we will stop for frozen yogurt on the way home.... Mother, he's a grown man.... I know. Look. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to him. I promise. Alright. I'd better go now. I love you too... bye." Andrea said, hitting end on her cellular and rolling her eyes. "You want us to wait?" Denise asked her. "No. I'm quite alright. I think I'll just hang here and give those two some time by themselves." Andrea replied. "Okay, it's fro-yo and hot-tub for us. See you there... eventually." Denise giggled. Andrea waved at them and they pulled off. She pulled her sweats back on and sat back to wait for the pair to return. Bobby reached the little glade where Denise had kissed Cindy and where Andrea had presented herself to her. He looked around a bit as if in recognition. Betty stepped in front of him and waited. Bobby continued to move forward, but slowly. His arms moved around her as hers moved around him. She lifted her chin to meet the decent of his and their lips met. They stayed together a long time. Betty didn't orgasm, but she wanted to really badly. She did quiver in his arms. Finally he let up. "I know it's difficult for you to trust me, but I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable with me. I love you." Betty said. Bobby looked at her a moment, then kissed her again. When they started walking again, Betty linked her arm through his. They perambulated slowly around the rest of the lap. Andrea smiled at them as they came up to the car. Betty and Bobby pulled their sweats back on and they all piled into the car. Bobby buckled up automatically. Betty smiled and did the same. Andrea didn't have to be told, she just did it. Betty started the car and pulled out into traffic. A ways back behind her a car pulled out to follow her. Betty took a slightly different route back. She stopped by the frozen yogurt place. Going through the drive through. "Any idea?" Betty asked, looking between Andrea and Bobby. "He likes nuts. But isn't too fond of too sweet. So I'd say a chopped nut and granola dip for him, half per side. You know what I like." Andrea said. Bobby kind of smiled. Betty ordered and then pulled up and paid. She handed Andrea's back to her and then Bobby's to him. She balanced her own in her lap as she drove. She took the long way back to Andrea's pulling over on a wide spot on the stretch where Bobby had first kissed her so that she could eat her yogurt. Bobby was still examining his. "Best get to it son, it melts just like ice cream. It's just no where near as fattening." Betty giggled, starting on hers. Bobby tried a spoon full. He liked it. He kind of smiled to himself as he savored each spoon full. Occaisionally a car would pass them by. When a particular one went past several times, Bobby took notice, but said nothing. He finished his yogurt and began to look around in the car. "Here, put that in the bag." Betty said, taking his yougurt cup, thinking that's what he was looking for. He ignored her and then spotted her laptop. He reached for it and opened it up. Betty raised her eyebrows. Bobby started a simple text editor and typed a simple message. *"Thank you. Run and yogurt very good. Love you too. You are being tailed. See you tomorrow for afternoon run?" *He turned the display to Betty. Who read it. She got misty eyed, then baffled a moment. "Tailed?" she asked silently, pointing at the word. Just then a car passed and Bobby nodded slightly to it. He made a little circle with his finger and then held up three fingers, meaning the same car had gone around the block and passed them three times. Betty looked at it and realized her was right. She nodded to herself, then him. "We chased June away last night and she came back with the sheriff. She.... " Betty stopped suddenly, looking around her car and forced herself to cough to cover while she thought quickly. "She made a wild accusation about you and Andrea and then said that Denise and I were fooling around with Cindy and Andrea. Isn't that a hoot? I told them that she was a loon and filed tresspassing, burglary and slander charges against her. I hated to do it, but the woman just would not leave us alone." Betty said, typing on her laptop. *"Car may be bugged. Story essentially correct. Yes, I will see you tomorrow for your afternoon run, love you, love you, love you and oh yes, most importantly... I love you." she showed Bobby. * Bobby appeared a bit misty eyed, but nodded slightly. Betty closed her laptop and started the car. Andrea handed her yogurt cup up for the garbage bag. Betty pulled up in front of Billings house Bobby undid his seat belt and opened the door. "Thank you for joining us Bobby. If you'd like to do this each week, then I will stop by .... Why don't I just stop each week at one and if you feel like it you can just get in. ... " Betty said. Bobby just got out and walked into the house. He ignored his parents questions and went right to his reading. Andrea climbed up front. Betty let her see the laptop before she pulled away. Andrea nodded. "Oh dang. We've got to go back to the hardware store. Denise was going to show me how to winterize my house and I forgot to remind her." Betty said. Andrea just nodded, not knowing what that was about. Betty returned to the hardware store. The salesman who had last waited on her quickly joined her. She explained she needed several staple guns, staples and vinyl sheeting for winterization. He began to try to talk her out of it and into storm windows. Betty about faced and went to walk out. "Excuse me? Did I offend you?" the salesman asked. "I asked to make a specific purchase. You don't seem to be interested in filling that order so I thought I would go where they would." Betty replied. "My mistake. I would be happy to fill your order. That was two stapel guns, a box of staples and a roll of vinyl sheeting. Have you got a good sharp utility knife? I only ask as the sheet is a pain to work with unless you have a razor knife or something like it." he asked. "Throw in a couple of utility knifes then. But I am in a hurry." Betty replied. The salesman moved to fill her order. Betty paid cash and left with her purchases. Andrea stretched on the way back. "Oh.. I felt that run. I'm ready for the hot tub." she said. "Hope you remembered your suit this time. Those gym trunks had laundry soap in them and dang near turned my tub into a bubble bath." Betty said, winking at her. "Yeah, I've got it. Don't see what it matters. You see us undressed at gym all the time." Andrea replied. "Just isn't appropriate away from school." Betty said, teasing Andrea's inner thigh. Andrea fought the urge to giggle. "I guess. It's not like you were really like that horrid woman accused you of being, but if you want us to wear suits, we'll wear suits." she said, seriously. "I think it's for the best, yes." Betty said, teasing Andrea's labia through her sweats and shorts. "Okay..... So what's for dinner tonight?" Andrea asked, fighting to keep her voice even. "It's you girls turn to cook dinner. I thought maybe you and Cindy could whip up one of your world famous pizza's." Betty replied. "Love to. Hope you've got the stuff." Andrea replied. "We can get it if not. In fact why don't we pull in here and get it now. It'll save a trip." Betty said, pulling in a grocery store. The parked, locked the car and went in. Betty had Andrea get the makings for several pizzas. She also grabbed microwave popcorn, some other low-cal snacks and a couple of six packs of diet soda. Two kinds, one for the older woman and one the girls liked. She talked to Andrea quietly in the isles as they shopped, explaining the possible bug in the car. "I figured that much out. What's the plastic sheeting for?" Andrea asked. Betty told her. Andrea nodded. Betty got some more breakfast fixings and then hit the checkout. "Oh, would you grab us two half gallons of frozen yogurt, Pepermint and another that you and Cindy might like?" she asked, Andrea. Andrea nodded and sprinted off to get them. She made it back in time. Then helped Betty cart out their purchases. They rode back in silence the short distance to Betty's house. She hit the gate opener a half block away and again as soon as she was through it. "Dang handy that. I wished I'd done it years ago." Betty chuckled. Andrea helped her cart her purchases in. They stored the perishables and then Betty went in search of the others. She found them kissing in the hot tub. She set the roll of vinyl on the edge of the tub with a stapler. Denise looked at her and suddenly looked concerned. Betty held her finger to her lips. Denise nodded and climbed out. She dried, then slipped back into her sweats and sneakers. She took the roll of vinyl and the staple gun. Betty took her own gun and handed Denise one of the utility knifes. Denise nodded approvingly. She had Betty help her roll out and slice off several window sized sheets. Then led her outside and together they hung the sheets over the windows. "Not too tight." Denise whispered, "Better loose." Betty nodded. They got the few front windows covered and headed around back. Denise hung a large sheet as a drape over the french door area. Like she was trying to keep the dust of construction out. They covered the other windows and then came inside. It was just dusk outside. Now they joined the girls in the hot tub. "That's better. So what made you think it was important to do that today?" Denise asked. "We had a tail when we left the park. I stopped and got frozen yogurt myself for Bobby and us. I pulled over around the corner from Billings to eat it. The same car passed us three times. Bobby noticed it and typed a warning on my laptop. I noticed it later serveral cars back in my mirrors too. No question that it was a tail. It pulled into the hardware store when we did, then the grocery store. So it seems somebody took June's story seriously enough to investigate us. I hope you didn't talk about anything on the way back from the park." Betty said. Denise thought for a moment. "No, but it was just dumb luck we didn't. We talked about you and Bobby a bit. Saying that it looked like you two were getting together if you could get him talking. Cindy said that, and I agreed. Then we talked about what kind of yogurt to get. ... Can you think of anything, Cindy?" she asked. "No... that's about it. I said I was ready for the hot tub.. and you said you were too... but that was all. We didn't mention what we would be doing in it." Cindy replied, thoughtfully. "Well, I'm not sure they bugged our cars. But we were away from them for quite long enough at the park. So I just wanted to warn you about it." Betty said. "Yeah, good idea." Denise said. "So what's the plastic on the windows for?" Cindy asked. "Makes it so they can't shine an IR laser at the glass and hear what's going on inside." Denise said. "IR?" Cindy asked. "Infra-red. Invisible.... or virtually so. But not to the cameras on the alarm system here. To them it's like a damn spotlight. I might just take a look in a bit." Denise mused. Mean while they sat back and let the heat soak into their leg muscles. Betty needed it herself as she had been running with Bobby every evening anyway. "So did Bobby say anything?" Andrea asked. "No. He let me kiss him though. I told him I understood it wasn't easy to trust me but I would wait as long as it took for him to be comfortable with me. I think he understood me. He looked pleased." Betty said. "I don't doubt for an instant that he understands you. He's not stupid or retarded. He just won't talk to anybody else." Andrea said. "Well personally, I think our little Betty-boop here is getting to him." Denise said, touching her cheek softly. "I hope so, he's sure getting to me." Betty replied. "So what shall we do for dinner?" Denise asked. "Betty and I stopped and got pizza fixings. It's our turn to cook dinner, Cindy." Andrea replied. "I was just saying that so that I could turn into the grocery store to see if our tail followed us. You girls cooked breakfast. It's actually our turn to cook." Betty said. "No biggie. I want to anyway. Now you've got me hankering for pizza." Andrea chuckled. "I'll help. Your pizza's are wonderful, but they take a lot of work. Besides.. maybe you can help me grind some coffee while we're at it." Cindy giggled. Andrea moved to her and kissed her tenderly. "I will help you *grind* most anything you'd like." she said, her fingers finding their way between Cindy's legs under the water. Cindy giggled and kissed her back. Her own fingers exploring. "So dinner about midnight?" Denise teased. "No, Cindy and I just like teasing each other. We're going." Andrea said, moving to the edge. "Not yet... I'd quite like some of that." Denise said, catching her and pulling her into her lap. "You may have all you wish." Andrea said, kissing her deeply while she felt her breasts. Betty was busy with Cindy for the moment. They swapped partners and then the girls actully made it out of the tub. -------------------------------------- "I can't hear shit on this thing. Just a dull roar from the hot tub pump. Damn fine time to decide to winterize their god damn windows." said one detective to his partner. "Think they did it on purpose... That they know about sound off glass?" asked the second. "I seriously doubt it. They're junior high school gym teachers. What the hell would they know of infrared lasers. No, it was just dumb luck they chose to do it today." said the first. "Well since that little trip they made to the market for pizza fixings, I've had a real hankering for some. Let me see that cellular. I'll order us one and then go pick it up." said the second. "No anchovies this time. I hate them little green fuckers. God, thought I was going to puke every time I belched and tasted fish." said the first. "Alright, you just keep listening. Maybe something will make it out." said the second. "Least they could have done was to put the shit on tight. Then the sound would get coupled through the airtight cavity right to the outside sheet. Then the outside sheet would act just like an eardrum... *but no*... they have to leave it a bit loose and not staple it all the way around." bitched the first. "Just keep listening." said the second, dialing the pizza place. --------------------------------------------------- Denise sat in her robe in the library, running the desk top computer from her laptop. The desktops monitors were both off. She called in the view from the front camera. A direct link cable served as interface instead of the cellular. "Well looky there. Somebody's shining a light through your fence. A damn intense one, kind of like a laser. See the glow here." Denise asked Betty. "Barely... not really, now that I look at it." Betty said, leaning over her shoulder. "Perfect place for the difference shot. Let's see front night time reference frame minus current view and tada! One misty looking light. Must be high humidity out there. Looks like it's pointed at the gym window." Denise said. "I'll be damned. You're right.... Rope climbing nerd just won herself another kiss." Betty said, delivering it. Denise held it, collecting bonus points. "Whew.... Now where were I? ... Oh, can you print those off. I'd kind of like Daddy's lawyers to see them. They have so much fun with this kind of stuff." Betty asked, once Denise let her breathe. "Sure... but we lose our edge if they -the authorities- find out that we know they are watching us. I have a better idea than Daddy's lawyers... for now. Like being so sickly sweet it makes them gag. Like renting a bunch of Disney movies and playing the audio next to a window." Denise chuckled. "Remind me never to piss you off." Betty chuckled, kissing her again. "I wished I had some equipment here. I could show *them* to you.... but maybe... Lets see... No, damn I need a low pass filter to do that.... " Denise mused. "What do you need? We'll get it Monday. I suspect these guys will be around for a while." Betty asked. "Maybe... remember that they are interested in our relationship with the girls. As such they may only watch us when the girls are around.... Let's see... how to do this. Where's my bag of tricks?" Denise asked, absently. "We burned them last night." Betty chuckled. "Not Andrea's bag of tricks, mine. My tool kit bag." Denise said. "Oh, under the desk. I keep expecting something to crawl out of it and bite my leg." Betty chuckled. "It's not like my sleeping bag, love. It's just electronics." Denise chuckled. "Oh... I get it... You're beginning to worry me." Betty said. "Why's that?" Denise asked. "Because I'm beginning to understand and *like* your sense of humour. Like something crawl out of the bag and bite me... not like your sleeping bag, oblique reference to you crawling out of bag and nibbling on my leg.... I love it." Betty said. "It's called *targets of opportunity* type humour. At least that's the way I think of it. And you are such a wonderful target of opportunity." Denise giggled, pulling her bag out from beneath the desk. "So glad you think so... what is it you are going to do with that?" Betty asked. "I'm going to attempt to pull sound out of video." Denise giggled. "O-kay." Betty said slowly, "If it were someone else I would be quite certain that they were pulling my leg. With you....... I'm not quite so sure." "Oh, I'm quite serious." Denise said. "Alright, I'll bite, -though I may regret it later-. How?" Betty asked. "The same way they are attempting to pull sound off the window. See that light shining at the house? Well that's probably hooked to a metal van out there. Any converatation inside the van will cause the metal to vibrate, and thus the light to vibrate. So if I can isolate the light from the rest of the picture and amplify whatever it's carrying, then *we can listen to them* as long as they are trying to listen to us." Denise said, proud of herself. Betty looked at her as she thought about it. "God I love you! You pull this off and I will buy you a fully stocked and equipped electronics lab just to play in." Betty said. "Oh? Value of your prizes going down?" Denise asked. "Beg pardon?" Betty asked. "The last prize I got was one of your outstanding kisses. Now your offering me a crummy old electronics lab. I liked the first prize better." Denise said, deadpan. Betty looked at her a moment and then lost it. She was still doubled over laughing when the girls came in to investigate. "Is she alright?" Andrea asked, smiling from the infectious laughter. "Yes, she's just the victim of being a target of opportunity." Denise said, chuckling. "Well, the pizza's are in the oven. So.... what have you two been up to?" Cindy asked. Betty managed to calm herself long enough to say that "*Merlin was busy enchanting frogs to sing while they spun gold out of straw*". Then she was off again. The girls looked at her oddly. Wondering what he hell she was laughing at. "So what are you really doing?" Cindy asked. "Trying to pull sound out of a video signal." Denise replied, examining a circuit board John hand dropped off and told her to keep. "Really? Can you do that?" Cindy asked. "Maybe... Not without concentrating. See if you can drag the *honking donkey* out by the fire until she calms down a bit." Denise asked. Cindy and Andrea grinned at each other. Andrea solved the problem simply by grabbing her feet and pulling. The chair she was doubled over in was on wheels and she followed along behind her feet. Cindy kissed Denise softly on the cheek and slipped out behind her. ------------------------ "I think I hear laughter... or they are torturing a hyena in there." said the first detective. "This is silly. Why are we doing this?" asked the second agent. "Because the sheriff himself asked us too. Not the leutenant, not the captain, not the assistant under assistant. But the sheriff himself, personally." said the first. "I still think it's silly.. but it's his budget. I'm going to get the pizza. What do you want to drink?" asked the second. "A six pack of Diet Dr. Pepper. ... unless you had them put Anchovies on it, if so then make it hemlock." replied the first. "I happen to like anchovies." objected the second. "No, you just like the concept of one fart clearing a whole squad room. I've been your partner way too long. It seems longer all the time. I hope you at least had them limit them to your side of the pizza." said the first. "I'll be back in a bit." said the second, climbing out the back of the van. He climbed into a small compact parked behind the van and then drove away. --------------------------------------- Denise watched a sudden flair of light on the computer screen. "Hello... going for dinner huh?" she murmered, chuckling as she worked on the circuit card. Cindy came in and leaned on her shoulder, looking over it. "Who ya talking to?" she asked. "Myself. A common affliction among lesbian physics majors." Denise replied. "Oh... Well, dinner will be ready in about zero minutes." Cindy replied, kissing Denise's neck softly. "So it's ready now is what you're telling me?" Denise chuckled. "You got it babe. Hot from the oven." Cindy said. "I'll be there in a few. I'm almost done here." Denise replied. Cindy kissed her cheek and then dissapeared. She brought a plate back for her in a few minutes along with a soda. She kissed her cheek again before leaving again. This time she returned with her own plate and soda. "You-who... Denise? ... This is Zarkov calling Denise. The emperor ming has taken Dale Arden captive, he is coating her in honey and going to roll her in girl scout cookie crumbs and sell her back to us. All will be lost if we don't refuel the rocket with pizza." Cindy teased. Denise suddenly looked up at her and busted out laughing. She pushed the circuit card asside and leaned to kiss Cindy tenderly. Then she turned to her pizza and soda. "Thank you darling. So how do you know about Flash Gorden?" Denise asked, savoring her pizza. "Cable TV love. Everything is syndicated now." Cindy replied. "Yeah, I guess. ... So where's our intrepid pair of lovelies?" Denise asked. "Watching a sappy old romantic comedy and groping each other. I think they freed one hand each for pizza eating." Cindy replied. "Actually, it sounds delightful. Sorry I'm not keeping up with my share of the groping." Denise said. "No need to be sorry. I love you as you are. That includes your *mad scientist* persona. In fact it's one of my favorites after your *best lover on the planet*, and *I'll* *teach them egotists a thing or two* personalities." Cindy chuckled. "Now you're mocking me." Denise said. "Not at all. You really do have those personalities... and I adore every one of them." Cindy replied. "You're saying I have a split personallity?" Denise asked. "No... not in a skitzoid manner... I mean there are different aspects of you that come forth at different times... As everybody has different aspects about them." Cindy said. "Well, I think your aspects are cute too. I've just been distracted here with something that may be important. I don't mean to neglect you." Denise said. "One; It is not your job to entertain me. Two; you have never neglected me, *ever*. Three; I understand that this could be of major importance. The more information we have about them, the better chance we are going to have to remain together, so it is very important. and Four; Gosh you're cute.... Now..... Can I help?." Cindy asked. "Yes, you can sit here and look adorable. As you always do while I finish this board." Denise said. "Oh, you prefer me in the cute, passive mode this evening? Where *is* my *Barbie* costume?" Cindy asked. Denise looked at her a moment. "See, now *that's* mocking." Cindy chuckled. "Alright, love. If you really wish to help. See if you can figure an invisible path for a cable from the gym front window frame into here. If so run it. One of those fancy staplers Betty just bought has a wire notch in it. I think there is just about enough cable on that last roll in the garage. Oh, and sort of keep your shaddow away from the windows while you are at it. And do not say anything you don't want the world to hear when you are close to them." Denise asked. "That's better. May I have a kiss first?" Cindy asked. "*You most certainly may*." Denise answered in her best Stan Laurel impersonation. Cindy chuckled as they moved together and kissed for a long time. Finally Denise pulled back. "I'll consider that an invitation and a reservation for later." she said, huskily. "My thoughts exactly... Can I use the crawl space?" Cindy asked. "It's pretty cold down there." Denise said. "I have a jacket. The wires for most the system come up from there. There is an outlet box just below the window in the gym so there is probably an easy way to thread it down. Then I just poke the tail up here with the rest of the bundle. Quick, easy, logical. " Cindy said. "I love it when you talk dirty to me." Denise giggled, "Be carefull feeding it through the live outlet box.." Cindy grinned and went to do her chore. She poked the end up just about the time Denise was done with the card. Denise bent and grabbed the end, pulling up enough slack. Cindy showed up a minute later, brushing her knees and shivering a bit. "Done. I left the other end hooked to the spool so you can cut it where you want it." she said. "Thank you love. I'll just go put this sensor on the end and route it." Denise said, taking some tools, including her portable soldering iron. "Can I watch?" Cindy asked. "Sure, but no conversation while we're next to the window, please." Denise said. Cindy nodded and followed. Denise proficiently ran out as much wire as she needed, cut it, stripped it, soldered a photo sensor to the end and heat shrunk the connections with a butane lighter. She then routed the sensor up next to the glass and attatched it using a dob of hot glue she melted with the lighter. She dressed down the wire and then motioned to Cindy who followed her back into the library. "*That* was no TV camera." Cindy mentioned. "No, it's a home made IR sensor, just a transistor with the metal top cut off. Most are sensitive to IR when exposed. I thought I'd give it both barrels. I'll use that on my summing circiuit. See, anything I see on both that sensor and the TV camera signal must -by definition- come from the laser they are pointing at that window. So it must be the signal I want. Between the two of them I expect pretty good definition. But we'll see." Denise said, hooking the other end of the wire to the interface card. She powered down the computer and installed the card, then rebooted. Again she controlled the desktop from the laptop. "Why not just use the monitor on the desktop?" Cindy asked. "It uses very high voltage to paint the screen with the picture. Without sheilding you can read the words right off the screen a hundred yards away with the right equipment. If it's not on, then they can't read it. Right now, they are probably watching whatever movie Betty and Andrea are watching..... Okay, her goes the acid test." Denise said, tieing her modified card to the sound card. A sort of tinny creaking sound was heard, then clearly the sound of someone clearing their throat. Denise watched the image as the small car returned and pulled up behind the van. A kind of whooshing static died when the headlights went off. They could hear the sound of a car door, then louder the van door. "*About time you got back, I'm starving.*" said a voice, quite clearly. "*It wasn't ready when I got there. I had to wait.*" said a second voice. "*Yeah, bull shit. You were talking to the little tart at the counter, the one who gives you extra anchovies for free.*" said the first. "*A woman after my own heart.*" said the second. "*Woman? Shit, if she's eighteen she's lying.*" said the first. "*Legal in this state, buddy.*" said the second. "*Yeah, your wife finds out and you're dogmeat..... god damn it. I hate fucking anchovies. You do this every god damned time. You do this again and I swear that I'll tell your wife about the little cuttie in the pizza parlor.*" said the first, seriously. "Betty's got to hear this." Cindy chuckled quietly. "Keep it kind of quiet." Denise said, listening. Cindy nodded and left. She returned a moment later with Betty and Andrea. "Well?" Betty asked. Denise smiled. "*So, anything while I was gone?*" asked the second voice. "*Naw... The laughter died out. I tell you if they're having a wild sex party in there, they are being damn quiet about it.*" said the first. "I'll be damned.... I guess I owe you an electronics lab." Betty said. "I'd much rather have a kiss." Denise teased, looking smug. "That you shall have... From all of us, I think. Girls? What do you think? The wizard Denise just spun gold out of straw. I think it's worth at least a good tonsilectomy from each of us." Betty said, moving onto her lap and delivering hers. Denise enjoyed it fully. Then Andrea and Cindy's. Cindy stayed on her lap. "Any more of that wonderful pizza?" Denise asked. "Coming right up... and thank you." Andrea said, leaving to get it. "So now what?" Betty asked. "So now I digitally record whatever they say tonight, then we listen to it in compressed form. No need to listen to it real time. I'll set it to record anything above a whisper onto disk. It would really be best if we didn't have the speakers on here." Denise replied. "*How's your pizza?*" asked the second voice. "*I'm not talking to you... fucking anchovies....*" grumbled the first. "*Just pick them off, here, I'll take them.*" said the second. "*Get the fuck away from me. I'd rather waste them.*" said the first. "My, such language from our public servants. I don't think the girls should be listening to this." Betty chuckled. "I'm sure they've heard worse at school." Denise said. "No kidding. Some kids think they have to say *fuck* everytime they breathe." Cindy giggled. "Well, I am exceptionally pleased that you and Andra aren't among them. In fact I'm very impressed with both of your vocabularies." Denise said, kissing Cindy's cheek. "*So how long you think we'll be stuck out here?*" asked the second voice. "*At least this weekend anyway. Until they take the girls back home. We may leave a link on the house... but with as little signal as we're getting out of them, I don't see the point.*" said the first. "*The point is, as I told you before, the fucking sheriff himself told us to do this. I can see why. As looney as that principal is, she didn't get to be principal by being totally looney. I think it's damn weird those girls being buddy buddy with their teachers. Kids don't generally like teachers. There may be something to what the loon says.*" said the second. "*I think the Sheriff is just doing a CYA on himself. You listened to the car conversation the coach... Hart... had with that girl. Didn't sound like no dike romance talk to me. They just sound like friends.*" said the first. "*Maybe so, that's what we're here to find out. So lets do it and quit bitching about it.*" said the second. "*Well you go right on ahead. I'm gonna sleep if my stomach doesn't keep me awake. There's what they are watching on the TV. An old romantic comedy. Wouldn't surprise me a bit if they watched Bamby next.*" said the first. "*Any sound at all coming out?*" asked the second. "*Just muted voices. Can't make out shit. I think I heard something about pizza earlier. Bet their's was better than ours.*" replied the first. "*Well maybe they'll fire up their computer and have a kiddie porn fest later. Go ahead and sleep. I'll take the first watch. I'll wake you in four.*" said the second. "*Well if they should decide to have a kiddie porn fest, don't forget to hit the record button this time.*" said the first. "*I only did that once!*" said the second. "*Yeah, on a half-million dollar drug bust. Damn lucky you got enough of it on tape to convince the judge that a search warrant was in order and that the idiot didn't scramble his computer records. You know how the sheriff feels about spending money for computer time to bust encryptions. If we hadn't gotten that, the asshole would have walked.*" said the first. "*There was the fact of all that smack he happened to have craftilly hidden under his bed.*" said the second. "*Which would have been inadmissable had we not been able to show probable cause... Just don't forget the record button.*" said the first. "*Yeah, yeah.. Give me the headphones. Maybe they will make enough noise to give me a decent hard-on.*" said the second. "*Though you saw a doctor about that?*" said the first. "*Yeah, he gave me this cute little do-dah for injecting a pill up my Willy. That's real romantic when you've got a hot woman droolling for you.*" said the second. Denise turned the sound down. The computer continued to record whatever they said. "Okay, so right away we learned that the sheriff himself ordered our surveylance, probably as a just in case, and that they did indeed bug our cars." she said. "And that one of the detectives out there is impotent." Betty giggled. Andrea brought in a plate of pizza and soda's all around. "Thanks love." Denise said. Cindy handed her over a slice and a soda. "Thank you..." Denise said to her, kissing her cheek. "Gosh, I feel like we ought to be plotting a revolution or something. I've never been under surveylance before." Andrea giggled. "I was more interested in the kiddie porn fest. Ala my student galery." Denise giggled. "Kiddie porn?" Andrea asked, puzzled. "You were out of the room. They were just fantisizing about what we might be doing in here. Technically, Denise's student Galery would fall under the kiddie porn laws. Not that they know about that." Betty explained. "They'd know about it fast enough if I turned on this monitor and plugged it into the desktop. That's the other thing we learned. They have the equipment to read a CRT out there. That's how they know what movie you were watching." Denise mused. "I still don't understand the kiddie porn part. We aren't kids." Andrea said. "To them you are. Denise and I may well see you as a woman. Both of you. But to the legal community, you two are children until you are eighteen. Unless you shoot somebody with an Uzi or something and they decide to try you as adults. If they found Denise's student galery, they'd nail her ass to the wall as a child pornographer." Betty said. "Oh... So lets look at it." Andrea giggled. "I'd much rather look at it real time." Denise giggled, lifting Cindy's top. Andrea grinned and pulled her top off too, then moved onto Betty's lap. "Fact of the matter is that I will be thrilled to death when you are both eighteen.... Then we won't have to worry about all this bullshit." Betty said, sliding her hands over Andrea's breasts. "Yes... but then we lose the spice of doing something illegal." Denise chuckled, bending to lick Cindy's nipple. Cindy giggled a bit and lifted Denise's top off. She slipped her fingers inside her sports bra and teased her nipples. "I think, loves, that we're all about ready for bed. I want to hang plastic on the insides of the bedroom windows too first. Tomorrow, we can maybe stuff fiberglass insullation between the panes and the outside plastic. That will kill the sound totally. In the meantime... try to keep your squeels of pleasure low. Like bury your face in a pillow." Denise said, kissing Cindy softly. "You think we need both bedrooms?" Betty asked, nibbling on Andrea's ear with her lips. "I think we should turn on a radio in the guest room at least. You girls pick your favorite station. Keep it low enough you wouldn't disturb us upstairs. No louder than you could sleep through. They may shift the laser to that window. Your window looks out the back. We can close the shutters on it. Not that they have an easy way to aim at it. But just to be safe..... " Denise said, distracted by Cindy's breasts again. "So how long do you think they will watch us?" Andrea asked. Denise lifted her head from Cindy's breasts. "Oh, I don't know. If it was every day then probably two weeks at most. But as we only get together on weekends... I'd say five or six weeks." she said, Cindy nuzzling her ear. "I guess that's not too bad......" Andrea moaned, not all from the concept as Betty's hand was in her shorts. Betty removed her hand and rocked Andrea onto her feet. "Come on Denise, lets go hang some plastic. I think we are all quite ready for bed." she said. Denise kissed Cindy deeply, then slid her off her lap. She followed Betty out. "Why don't you girls make ready for bed?.... The radio and such." she called back to them quietly. The girls nodded at her, but moved together, eyeing each other's breasts. They met in a kiss as their hands moved to each other. They kissed for a long time. Then followed the older women out. Not bothering with their tops. Cindy selected a station and Andrea suggested another. "You always did like the wild stuff.... I like that in a woman." Cindy giggled. Andrea put a finger to her lips, but moved to Cindy again as she changed the station. They were totally oblivious when Denise and Betty came in and hung the plastic sheet over the window. Denise came by and pinched Cindy's butt. She yelped a bit and Denise motioned up the stairs. The girls nodded and followed them. Betty left a light on in the guest room and then shut down the rest of the house. Outside in the van the detective shifted the laser to the lit window. He was met with the sound of a radio muffled by the plastic. "*Fucking great! I suppose they will listen to that all night. .... Well. They probably wouldn't be listening to that shit if they were sleeping with the older babes.*" said the second detective, half to himself as his partner was half asleep. Denise opened the upper windows and pulled the shutters closed and latched them. Then closed the windows again and her and Betty hung plastic over them. Two sheets, separated by an air pocket. Denise tacked the sheets in place with the staple gun. The girls were already undressing each other. Now the two older women joined them. Denise left momentarily to go get her laptop. Betty's now sat on it's charger. Denise called up a last shot and chuckled, showing them how the beam had shifted to the guest room. Betty came up behind her and pulled off her sports bra, then cupped her breasts from behind as she kissed her neck. "You certainly earned your keep tonight." she murmered, nuzzling Denise's ear. "Yeah, I had fun." Denise said, plugging her laptop into it's charger and then turning to Betty's lips. "Grounds are secure?" Betty asked, between kisses. "Alarm set. They make a move on us and we will have plenty of warning.... but I doubt they will. They have no reason.... so far." Denise replied, kissing back. The girls had already walked each other back onto the bed. Now Denise and Betty joined them. Had the police captured the events of the next hour and a half, they would have had all the evidence they needed to put the older women away for a long time. Chapter Nineteen Betty and Denise made breakfast for the girls. Then served them in bed. The girls objected because they hadn't let them the day before. "Well, I guess that you are welcome to come downstairs and eat it.... But we kind of had a little morning loving in mind." Denise said, licking one of Cindy's nipples playfully. "You may change your mind about that. I had to get up in the night for a tampon as I started my period." Andrea said. "Gosh... what do you think Betty? Dump them for a different pair?" Denise chuckled. "Nope... I think we keep them. Euneika doesn't care about that stuff." Betty chuckled, moving over Andrea and kissing her. "Let's see, you're about due yourself aren't you, Betty?" Denise asked, snuggled to Cindy. "In the next day or so.... Excuse me, I have nibbling to do." Betty replied. "It must have struck you later, as I didn't notice anything when we were in the square." Cindy said, slicing her french toast and feeding a bite to Denise. "Mmm... Neither did I when we reversed." Denise said, swallowing. "Maybe you're both part vampire, cause it hit pretty heavy." Andrea said, giggling over Betty's attack while she tried to eat. "Such lovely breakfast conversation." Betty murmered from Andrea's neck. "I would say it was evidence it didn't bother us too much." Denise mused. "Speaking of evidence, how's our friends outside?" Betty asked, licking one of Andrea's nipples. Denise kissed Cindy's neck and then moved to her laptop. She called in a picture. She frowned and then her fingers danced on the keyboard for a while. Finally she replied: "Hard to tell, but I think that it's still on the guest room. Must be cloudy out there for me to be able to see that much." "Weather guessers said rain today. Possibly turning to snow tonight." Betty murmered, continuing her attack. "So you going to run with Bobby in the rain?" Denise asked, returning to Cindy. "Yup. Somehow I don't think that man would be impressed by a whimpy babe who let a little rain bother her." Betty replied, kissing down Andrea's abdomen. "I think that man is quite impressed with *you*. As I am." Andrea said, finishing up her breakfast. Cindy finshed up and Denise moved the tray away to the dresser and returned again. She took a sip of her coffee and dipped her head. Cindy giggled and moaned softly. She did her best to retain her grip on her own coffee mug. Finally she gave up and set it aside. Pulling Denise up into a deep kiss. Betty stalled long enough to remove Andrea's tray and then she was back at it. Andrea welcomed her back into her arms and kissed her deeply. Betty moved over her and let Euneika do her thing. Cindy lifted her legs to wrap them behind Denise as she began to move atop her. "God I love you." she gasped, softly. They moved together. Their eyes locked, kissing deeply from time to time. Denise managed to hold her mouth over Cindy's through their orgasm. Muting their mutual moan. Andrea grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Betty burying her face in the other side and joining her. The younger girls held the older women atop them as they slowly caressed each other as they cooled down. "Not a bad way to start the day." Cindy said, breathlessly. "Mmm perfect." Denise purred from her next to her ear, kissing her neck softly. Cindy rolled her over and moved atop her. "My turn... I want some dessert." she said, kissing Denise softly. Andrea rolled on top of Betty. "Me too, while I can." she said. The two young women seemed to work as a loosely connected team. They held hands between as their teased the older women to the edge of orgasm. Denise and Betty kissed hungrily on the other end. Cindy and Andrea intertwined their legs between them as they continued their oral attack. They moved their hips together exciting each other as they held the older women at bay. Finally they tipped themselves over the edge as they attacked the older women mercilously. Betty and Denise managed to get pillows over their faces. The girls moans were mutted between the older womens thighs. They lay softly caressing each other until Cindy suddenly busted out laughing. They looked up startled. Denise and Betty followed her gaze to Andrea's red chin. They busted out laughing too. Betty headed for the bathroom. "What?" Andrea asked. Cindy took her finger and wiped Andrea's chin and showed her. "What was that about *us* being vampires?" she giggled. "Oh." Andrea said, wiping her chin with her hand, then laughing herself. Betty returned with a washcloth and washed her chin for her, now sporting a pair of panties. She bent and kissed Andrea softly when she was finished. "Thank you, dear heart. That was nice. Looks like we're pretty well syncronized now." she said. "Good. I like that. So shower together?" Andrea offered. Betty kissed her again and nodded. "I think Cindy and I will use the guest bath." Denise said, snuggled to her. "Just remember the walls have ears down there." Betty said, leading Andrea to the bath. "We will... when we get there." Denise said, caressing Cindy's body. She pulled her up to her and they snuggled together nude for a time, just caressing each other. "I wish it could be like this always." Cindy said, softly. "I know, love. It won't be too long before it is. For you just six months down the road. Then we can feel this every morning." Denise said, kissing her softly. Cindy traced her fingers over the older woman's body softly. They teased her nipples and brought goose bumps up on her skin. She teased down and over her womanhood. Denise moaned softly and mirrored her actions. Cindy kissed her deeply, then sat up and sat straddling her at an angle. Merging her pubic area with Denise. She moved her hips in a rocking motion as Denise traced her fingers over her breasts. Cindy reached up and did the same to her. Their eyes locked together as they moved again to orgasm. Cindy put her hand over her mouth to stiffle her crying moan as she fell forward Denise again. They caressed and kissed each other as they cooled down. "I could... make love with you... like this... every moment.... of every day... and still not ... have enough ... of you.... " Denise said, breatlessly, between soft kisses. "God you make me hot...... I just love you to pieces." Cindy cried, hugging her fiercely. Denise kissed her passionately. Her hands cupping her ass and pulling her hard to her. "Mmmm Come, my love. Time to shower. We can make love again in there. But we *must* be quiet." Denise said, patting her ass affectionately. Cindy reluctanly rolled off her. Denise guided her down to the guest room. She winked at Cindy. "Hey you two sleepy heads! Time to wake up. Breakfast is going cold!" she said, loudly. Cindy moaned sleepliy, out loud. "Can I shower?" she asked, again loudly. "Yes, but hurry.. Wake up Andrea... You can follow Cindy in the shower..... Turn that crap off. I don't know how you sleep through that." Denise said, killing the radio. "Let her sleep. I'll shake her when I get out of the shower." Cindy said, winking at Denise. "Well, alright. It'll be noon by the time we get going though." Denise said, "Did you sleep well, don't know how you could with that crap playing." "Not bad. Andrea kept hogging the covers and the bed. I had to keep pushing her onto her side. Wish you had two beds." Cindy said. "Well when Betty gets the construction done you can have a room all to your own when you sleep over." Denise said, drawing her fingers over Cindy's ass. "I'm ready. It should be fun working on that. Especially knowing that I won't have to sleep with her when it's done." Cindy replied, cupping Denise's breast. "Well hit the shower. I'm going to go wake Betty. I'll be quite happy when I get a room of my own when you two are here too." Denise said, guiding Cindy to the shower. They kissed deeply as the water warmed up, then stepped in together. They soaped each other and squirmed together. Half way through the shower Denise turned off the water for a time. She motioned for Cindy to call Andrea. Cindy nodded. She stepped to the bedroom door, half shivering. "Andrea. Come on. Your turn to shower. Move it, breakfast is getting cold. That's the girl. You can do it. Don't talk, just get in the shower." she said, then returned to snuggle to Denise. A minute later Denise turned the water back on and they resumed their shower. They took their time. Cindy dropped her her knees and pleased Denise orally. Denise sagging back against the wall and biting her hand to stiffle her cry. Finally they dried each other tenderly, kissing often. Cindy had declined Denise's offer of return. "I wouldn't be able to talk." she whispered in her ear. "That would be a shame. I love your voice." Denise said, quietly, kissing her softly. "I love you... all of you." Cindy replied, quietly, returning her kisses. They shared a long, skin to skin hug and kissed tenderly. Finally Denise indicated for her to get dressed. She went back up stairs and dressed herself. Then carried the breakfast dishes back to the sink. Cindy joined her rinsing the plates and putting them in the dishwasher. It was a chilly day out. Denise started a fire in the fireplace. She got a second cup of coffee and Cindy joined her on the sofa with her own cup. Andrea and Betty came down. Denise put her finger to her lips and winked. "About time you got up, Andrea. Better hurry and eat. Now would be a good time for you two to do your homework. We let you slide on it last night." Denise said, loudly. "Okay... I will... Where's Betty?" Andrea replied, looking at her. "Right behind you. Denise is right about your homework. Come on. Lets eat so you can get to it." Betty replied, pulling Andrea into a deep kiss. "So what are you two going to do?" Cindy asked, loudly. "Actually, I have some software work to do. I've got to polish up some drivers for that package Andrea's father is marketing for me." Denise replied. "Really, it *is* a good time for you to do your homework." she added, softly, caressing Cindy's cheek tenderly. Betty nodded to Andrea too. Cupping her ass before she patted it toward the guest room. Andrea nodded and kissed her deeply one last time before she went for her books. Cindy followed. "You'd think that we'd get Sunday off like them." she said, once they reached the guest room. "Not for us, we're just kids, you know." Andrea chuckled, pulling Cindy to her. They shared a deep kiss, then hugged before they grabbed their books and went back out to do their homework. Denise collected a kiss from each of them on the way to the library. Betty followed with their coffee. Denise rebooted the machine before turning on the screen. She let Betty's machine run the security program. "So love. How much conversation was there last night?" Betty asked, quietly. "Don't know. If you would be so kind as to snag one of our laptops. I'll tell you. I don't want to call that up on the CRT." Denise asked. Betty nodded, collecting a kiss before she slipped out. She came back a moment later with Denise's laptop. Denise called up the data. Her CRT screen not showing anything from the action. "Not much. Here, they talked briefely when they changed shifts. Then again not too long ago... they seem to be chattering now." she said, reaching over to turn up the speakers. "*I think that he's barking up the wrong tree. I wish the hell I could get my kids to do their homework that easy. All I heard was a muffled reference to it from each of them once. Then the girls bitched a bit in the bedroom. Now not a word.*" said the second voice. "*Yeah, certianly wasn't any action last night or this morning. If they're getting it on, then they are doing it in the closet.*" said the first. "*They may well be... Isn't that where the lezzies hide?*" chuckled the second. "*Yeah, but they don't bitch about having to sleep with another woman. I think that principal is a genuine loon is all. What was the story the deputy said, that the women said that she had propositioned them and they turned her down. From what I've heard, I think that's probably the case. That Ms. Benito is a frustraited lezzie I have no doubt. Not that that isn't a waste. She's got nice hooters.* " said the first. "*Nice ass too, but we're not her type. I don't think these people are either. But we'll hang out long enough to make sure. They may go somplace today. We get much better reception from the cars.*" said the second. "*Yeah, Actually. I think the one broad is quite a gal. Spending her time with that Bobby guy. Sounds like he had a pretty rough time of it in Nam. I called up for his file when we started this. I just glanced at it. But he's still in rough shape. Mentally, that is. His body sure aint. You saw him at the park with them yesterday*." said the first. "*Yeah, I'd hate to fuck with him. But he didn't say word one on the way back. His sister had to tell the other what to order for him on his frozen yogurt. But he didn't say thanks or nothing. The one gal -coach Hart- just kept cheerfully talking to him like he was answering. They stopped so she could eat her yogurt with them before they dropped him off. He just got out and walked inside. Think we should listen in on the parents?*" asked the second. "*Naw, I think if anything is going on that they don't know shit about it. But really I don't think that there is. I think they just got caught in the middle of that lezzie bitches fantasies. Too bad, really. Fact is that I wouldn't object at all to them spending time with my kids. Or me for that matter. I wouldn't throw either of them out of bed for eating crackers.*" said the first. "*Nor would I. For eating anything..... even each other. But I don't think they are doing that either. If they weren't teachers, none of this shit would have happened.*" said the second. "*Yeah, That's pretty cool about this Hart broad, all that money and she still teaches.*" said the first. "*Yeah, Well she ain't totally immune to the money. You saw who she has for a lawyer.*" said the second. "*That may be why we're doing this. The Sheriff don't like him very much. He'd love to see him with egg on his face.*" said the first. "Oops." Betty mused. Denise kissed her cheek tenderly. "*Maybe. But he ain't going to find it here. I'm hungry and I gotta piss. You want a breakfast sandwhich?*" asked the second. "*Yeah, I'll use the pilots tube while you go.*" chuckled the first. "*Yeah, you just want to stick it in something after watching them four in the park yesterday. Fact is that I wouldn't blame anybody for wanting to fuck them two little darlings, or the older ones.*" said the second. "*Yeah, me either. Get me some hashbrowns and a large coffee. It's colder than shit today.*" said the first. "*Money?*" asked the second. "*Just write it down. We're on assignment.*" said the first. "*Yeah, and getting my money back from them is like pulling teeth from a crocodile. Fork over. You can write it down.*" said the second. "*Alright. Here.*" said the first. "*Whoa, a whole fiver. Big spender. See you in a few.*" said the second. They heard the sound of the van door open and close, followed by the muted sound of the compact starting up and pulling off. Denise turned down the sound. "Looks like I blew it with my lawyer. How was I to know the Sheriff had a personal dislike of the guy?" Betty said. "You couldn't. But it might work out in our favor anyway. If these guys turn in their report tomorrow, and we *drop the charges*. Then maybe this will all go away." Denise said. "You want to drop the charges?" Betty asked. "I didn't really want to press them anyway. I just want June not to be a problem for us. Maybe a weekend in jail will change her mind. Let's try talking to her one last time, if we can do it in private." Denise suggested. "I don't know. I don't trust her. Now it's gone this far... I ... Hell, I don't know. I don't really want to see her in jail either. We'll see what she says Monday." Betty said, getting to her feet. "Up to you, love. I was just thinking if the Sheriff had something against your lawyer he might give this up if he was out of it." Denise said, catching her hand. She pulled her down into a tender kiss that seemed to grow on it's own. Finally Betty pulled back. "You may have a point... We'll see what she says Monday... I think I'm going to go help the girls with their homework and let you get your work done. Don't forget to surface for lunch." Betty chuckled, touching her cheek and heading out. Denise turned to the desktop and called in the routines she was working on. She turned up the volume on the speaker to keep her company. "*Jesus, what's this shit? Looks like greek to me.*" mused the first voice, obviously looking at a mirror of her screen. Denise chuckled as she set about finishing up the driver. A while later Cindy brought her a cup of coffee and stole a kiss before slipping out again. Denise finished the driver and started another one, from scratch. The second cop returned. "*Look at this shit, what is that?*" asked the first, after the sound of the van door opening and closing. "*Don't know. Looks like greek to me.*" said the second. "*Me too. Who do you think is doing this?*" asked the first. "*Probably the sexy one with the glasses. If I were to guess. Certianly not one of the girls and undoubtedly not the one known as Coach Hart. I'd say Alvey was doing it.*" said the second. "*So why is she a gym coach if she can do this shit?*" asked the first. "*You got me. Why is Hart teaching school when she's an heiress. I guess both of them are weird birds.*" said the second. "*Well, I know computers. I mean I can run just about anything. But this is serious advanced shit. And she's rolling it off the top of her head like it was english. She's one smart bitch. ... Brilliant really. She'd have to be.*" said the first. "*Really? Maybe smart enough to know we were here?*" asked the second. "*No.. I don't think so. She's a computer nerd. Big difference between that and general science or even overall smarts.*" said the first. "*Okay... Yeah, I can see that. I'm a brilliant criminologist and this technology in this van leaves me baffled. So.... Breakfast sandwhich, hash browns and large coffee.*" said the second. "*Yeah, where's my change?*" asked the first. "*Here's your fucking buck and a quarter. Hope you choke on the fucker.*" said the second. "My, such language." Denise mused to herself, continuing her work. She continued her programing until she had the second driver working correctly. About lunch time. Cindy brought her in a sandwhich and another cup of coffee. She thanked her with a deep kiss. Cindy smiled and stepped behind her She pushed her shorts and panties to the floor and then moved to sit back on the desk next to the computer. Denise happened to look up from her sandwhich and stopped chewing at the sight. Cindy giggled. "Alright, darling. I get the point. And a nice one it is. Let me eat my lunch and we can sneak off for a little cuddle." Denise said. "Oh, take your time. I'm quite comfortable as I am." Cindy giggled. "I know I have been neglecting you. But I wanted to finish these two. They complete out the package for John Billings. Which means money to me. Not that that is more important than you..... I'm sorry. I know the weekends are the only time we get together... But I was thinking about changing that. How would you feel if I came by your place once or twice durring the weeknights? I'm most certain that your folks wouldn't mind. Since they asked me to move in with you anyway." Denise offered. "I will gladly accept any time you wish to grant me, but I am content with the way things are now. Actually. I was just teasing you. Perhaps unfairly as you have always been more than attentive to me durring the weekends." Cindy replied. "No, I quite like the view, actually. It helps me keep things in perspective. It's easy for me to get lost staring at a CRT. This view is much, much nicer." Denise said. "*My guess is that it's lunch time. But I have never seen such a thing as that bout of programming. You saw her test it. It was a driver for some camera interface. Whoever it is, isn't just brilliant, she's a fucking genius! I've seen brilliant programmers work before. They test and adjust. She just did it right the first fucking time. That's fucking unheard of in the computer world. No, she's a fucking genius!*" said the first voice. Denise blushed and turned down the sound. Cindy was looking at her with admiration in her eyes. She moved her legs apart to give Denise an unobscured view of her womanhood. "Sorry you had to hear that." Denise said, blushing. "I'm not. I like knowing that others recognize *my woman* as a genius. I knew it all along. But it's good to hear an outside opinion. And I'm very proud of you. I just wanted you to know that this body was available to you whenever you wished it." Cindy said, stripping off her top. Denise looked at the lithe firm young body and kind of gulped. "How about when I finish this sandwhich?" she asked, hoarsely. "That would be just perfect with me." Cindy said, caressing her own breasts and then touching her womanhood, lightly teasing herself. Denise worked on her sandwich, but her eyes were riveted to the young girl. She took a final drink of coffee to wash it down. Then another to warm her toungue. "I'm quite in the mood for a little dessert now." Denise said, sliding her chair to the side and moving between Cindy's thighs. Cindy moved her hips forward and peeled back her labial lips. Denise examined the area closely before she bent her head and began to kiss her along her inner thigh. Cindy leaned back and moaned softly. "God I love your touch... You just make me want you twenty-five hours a day." she moaned, softly. "Where's Betty and Andrea?" Denise asked, between kisses. "In the garage. They're planing how to set up the power tools. I think that they may be a while as Betty snagged a sleeping bag." Cindy replied, fighting her urge to gasp. "We need a cover. Don't move an inch while I go plug in a movie." Denise said, taking a long swipe at Cindy's labia and then quickly leaving the room. Cindy wasn't prone to going anywhere. Her body had shuddered a bit from Denise's tongue. Her fingers found the opening to her vagina and worked their way in. She kept herself on the edge until Denise returned. Denise turned off the monitor and then continued her attack upon Cindy. She nibbled softly upon her labia and then delved her tongue into her nectar. Savoring the taste. Then she pulled back and just looked at it for a time. "A... for Alvey, huh? You still want it to mean that?" she asked. "Absolutely. More than ever..... Andrea and I were talking last week.... She saw the whistle you gave Betty. She want's me to give her one that says the same. Or at least ABCD." Cindy replied. "I don't think that's a good idea right now. I'm not for marking the body up anyway. Not that I find this detractive. You have a lovely.. pussy. And you taste good. Come on. Let's go upstairs." Denise said. "You can take me here, or upstairs.. or any where you please. I am one with Andrea on this. I am yours, *body and soul*." Cindy replied, pulling Denise's head back to her womanhood. Denise lapped happily at it, then moved to sweep Cindy into her arms. She carried her up the stairs and lay her gently on the bed. Then stripped off her clothes and moved onto the bed to continue her dessert. ---------------- Betty moved atop Andrea inside the sleeping bag. They held each others gaze as they moved. "Why here?" Andrea gasped. "Because it's isolated. No windows, no noise. No worries. Just you and me and love." Betty replied, moving her hips atop the girl. "Anywhere is fine with me, anytime. *Little Snake* is quite in love with *Euneika*." Andrea said. "Well *Euneika* is quite in love with *Little Snake*. I'll wager that *Aphrodite* and *Charmer* are off *kissing* at this moment if I know our other loves." Betty moaned. "Yes, they are a *pair* as *we* are a *pair*..... from the first moment when I knew your gentle touch upon my skin. I wanted you so bad that day... When Denise sent me to you. From the moment I saw you from the garden the first time you two made love. I saw *Euneika* as you climbed into the hot tub with her. I wanted her between my lips as she is *now*. I even enjoyed it when you took me on the floor. But not near as much as afterward." Andrea moaned. "As I wanted you. I wanted to do it as I did later the first time... but you would not have understood then." Betty moaned. Andrea grasped her ass and pulled her hard into her. Her hips began to buck upwards beneath Betty. They moved together as one to their mutual destination. It was just a warm up as they continued to move together, now kissing deeply. ------------------------ Denise and Cindy lay together, their legs entwined, but side by side. They lightly touched each others bodies. Their eyes were locked together. No need to speak, no need for anything other than each other's company. Some signal passed between them that neither was consciously aware of, but they both closed their eyes as they moved together to kiss sensually. They continued to kiss this way for a long time. -------------------------- "*Mighty damn quiet in there*." said the first detective. "*The movies on.... Almost over though.. After that one, they are probably all taking a nap. The one probably burned her brain out doing that software shit.*" replied the second. "*Maybe... But if the girls were together I think I'd be hearing some muted conversation. I haven't heard shit for a long time.*" said the first. "*So what do you think they are doing... Boinking each other silently?*" chuckled the second. "*I don't know. It's just damn peculuar.*" said the first. "*So try the other window.*" said the second, shuffling the cards again for solitare. "*I'll just do that.*" replied the first. ----------------------------- "Will we always feel this way?" Cindy asked, quietly. "I don't know, love. I never knew I *could* feel *this* way about anybody. I'm in totally unknown territory as far as my emotions are concerned. Each time I look into your eyes, what I feel for you gets stronger. Each time I would swear that it was the most that I could possibly feel.... I don't know what makes something last forever... I just know that I can't conceive of any possible thing that would make me *not* feel this way." Denise replied, softly touching her cheek. "All I know it that I want to be with you every minute of every day for the rest of my life... Longer if I can..... When I have to be away from you..... I still *feel* you. It's like our souls were married. I feel this way about all of you.... But strongest with you." Cindy said, quivering under Denise's touch. Denise kissed her tenderly, feeling her quiver. She found herself quivering too. She pulled Cindy to her..Their bodies seeming to try to shift to make the most skin to skin contact that was possible. ------------------- Andrea tenderly caressed Betty as they lay snuggled in the sleeping bag. Their session had been as warm and tender as either had ever known. "Only one thing could possibly make this more perfect for me." she said, softly. "Mmm And what would that be, love?" Betty asked, almost purring under her touch. "To have Bobby be a part of us all. To make love with you while he makes love with you. To have you feel with him what I do. To have him feel with you, what I do." Andrea replied, nuzzling her neck. "Perhaps that will be, my love. I wish that as well. That's the way I am planning for it to be. For us all to live here in bliss." Betty replied. Andrea hugged her tightly, as if trying to pull Betty inside herself. "Sometimes.............. " she began, then fell silent. "Sometimes what, my love?" Betty asked. "No, I don't wish to spoil it." Andrea said. "No, I don't think you could...... Please, tell me your deepest desires. If I can fullfill them, I will." Betty said. "It's just sometimes... I don't know... I worry.. I have ..... desires... Desires that others may not share... Things that I want.... That others may find.... I don't know... *sick*, I guess." Andrea replied, faltering. "Perhaps... I don't know what you are refering to. But I seriously doubt that you could possibly offend me. I'd like to think I have a fairly open mind. So what things?" Betty asked. "Oh.... Like this morning. When I was eating you. I guess a part of me knew you had started your period. I really must have known. I certainly was examining and imbibing deep enough. But it *didn't matter* to me. It wasn't what was important to me. Pleasing you was. It was so important to me that I didn't consciously notice that there was blood present. And the fact is... I wouldn't have cared anyway. I still don't. Right this moment, I desire to have Euneika between my lips... The lips of my mouth. I desire to have my tongue explore your depths. And that includes other areas. Whether you are freshly clean or not. It's knowing how it makes you *feel* that is important to me. Not a temporary... unpleasant taste. I really, honestly don't care about that. Bobby taught me that. He taught me that it didn't matter. Not the taste of shit, not anything else unpleasant. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I wish to taste shit, or blood or urine. It's just that it really isn't anywhere near as important to me as why I am doing it. I know that you all don't understand this. That you fear that it is some..... *perversion* that I desire to indulge in because of some great trama I experienced. I guess that would be true.... If I really desired to taste them, if they were what I was focused upon. But they aren't. They aren't what I am focused on, they are just ancillary to it." Andrea said, quivering against Betty. "So what you are saying, love, is that you desire to *eat* *me*.... *now*?" Betty asked, softly. Andrea nodded against her shoulder. "Yes.... very much so." she said, meekly. "Alright...On the condition that you permit me to do the same to you." Betty replied. "Oh.... That's really not necessary. You don't have to put yourself through that for me." Andrea said. "What makes you think that my desires and focus are any different than yours?" Betty asked. Andrea seemed speechless for a moment. "I guess I assumed.... Most would find it..... *distasteful*." she sputtered "No, most would find it downright gross and disgusting. But what has what most people think to do with you and I? Most would find any part of our relationship distasteful. I really don't care what most people think. If I did not like being a teacher, I would openly live... *out*. But then I would never have met you.... or gotten to make love with you. And I would miss that very much indeed. So..... You want to dive, or shall I?" Betty replied. Andrea grinned and crawled head down into the sleeping bag. --------------------- "Time to shift, love. We've been too quiet for too long. Our watcher friends are sure to be suspicious. I'm quite sure the movie is over. So.... we can still snuggle, but we need to make some noise. If you will turn the radio in the guest room back on, then I will plug in another movie. We can snuggle while we watch it." Denise said, kissing Cindy tenderly, then rolling off the bed. Cindy watched her for a moment. Denise looked back and smiled. "Yes?" she asked. "Nothing... I was just admiring how truly lovely and sexy you really are." Cindy replied. "Funny, I was thinking the same about you laying there.... But come on. Put on your robe at least... and those small sexy lace panties you have that I like so much. I need to give my tongue a break for a little while." Denise chuckled, tossing her her robe. "As you wish, my love." Cindy replied, grinning. "No... as it *must be* for now.. As I wish, is to lick you until I can't talk and then until you can't talk and then some more. You have the sweetest tasting little box on the planet. It's like Chinese food. A half hour later I want more." Denise demured, stepping into her own lace panties. "Oh... There you go again making me wet..... But Chinese sounds good. Can I buy dinner?" Cindy asked. "I'll split it with you. If you promise to take the leftovers home. Right now I have a hankering... -well, beside that- for some of that frozen yogurt Betty and Andrea got at the market yesterday." Denise said, donning her robe. Cindy moved inside her robe and up against her. She held Denise's head as she kissed her tenderly. "If I can't have you, then frozen yogurt it is." she said when she pulled back. Cindy dug in her drawer Betty had assigned to her and dug out the panties Denise liked best. She ran a finger between he labia and then pulled on the panties. The finger went in her mouth and then she kissed Denise again. "You are *such* a *tease*.... Come on, we can snuggle downstairs. I think the fire could use some attention too." Denise said, dipping her finger quickly in Cindy's panties for her own taste. Cindy giggled and followed, pulling on her robe. Denise donned her's on the way down the stairs. "Act II" Denise whispered, leading her to the guest room. Cindy turned on the radio. A little louder this time. It was a tune she liked and she danced around a bit, letting her robe fall off her shoulders. She shook her shoulders at Denise, causing her full breasts to wiggle. "I thought you were going to read a book and take a nap?" Denise said loudly. "I did! I woke up. Andrea must have set the alarm this morning or something. But I like this song." Cindy replied, loudly. "Yeah, well turn it down a bit. Betty's still napping and Andrea's studying." Denise said, letting her fingers tease Cindy's bare nipples again. Cindy suppressed a giggle and turned the radio down a bit. Then followed Denise out to the living room. The movie was just ending. Denise rewound it, then stuck in another, channel surfing in between. She stalled on a show about the Internet. -------------------------------- "*So I guess we know who's watching TV.*" chuckled the first detective. "*Yeah, and there goes your silently boinking each other theory. The coach is upstairs taking a nap. The Cindy kid just woke up and is listening to crap. The other girl is studying and the nerd is channel surfing.*" said the second. "*It wasn't my theory. That was yours. I just thought it was peculuar for them to be quiet for so long. It's my job to wonder.*" said the first. "*Yeah, yeah.... Your turn to go for lunch. I want a Double Whopper and large fries with a big Coke.*" said the second. "*Yeah, I'm ready to stretch my legs anyway. Bucks?*" asked the first. "*Just write it down. I got the pizza last night.*" said the second. "*Bullshit. One I don't personally call fish pie dinner, second you nailed me for breakfast. Come on, fork over.*" said the first. "*All I've got is a ten.*" said the second. "*I'll bring you your change.*" said the first, snatching the note. -------------------- Betty and Andrea lay napping in each others arms. Their session had bordered on animalistic and bestial, but was as torrid and satisfying as either had ever known. Leaving them both languid with endorphins that had lulled them to sleep. -------------------- "Be right back, I just want to check on our lovers." Denise whispered, slipping away from Cindy. She found them in the garage, snuggled together, napping peacefully. She smiled and returned to Cindy, who opened her arms to her. They snuggled together before the fire and kissed. Softly teasing each other's bodies. "Where did you learn about Euneika?" Cindy asked. "From a book about Sappho." Denise replied, quietly. "Tell me more about her. I don't know anything other than what I've heard you telling others. She sounds like quite a lady." Cindy said. "Sure... How about some hot Cider first though. I've got a hankering for it." Denise said. "A few minutes ago it was frozen yogurt." Cindy giggled. "Changed my mind, I think... no, I want both." Denise said. "That sounds interesting. I'll dish the frozen yogurt and you make the hot cider." Cindy said, following her to the kitchen. They sat back by the fire afterwards, cross legged on the sofa eating their frozen yogurt and sipping the cider. Cindy had picked the peppermint which curiously complimented the apple. The combination was terrific. They sat alternating between the two as Denise quietly told Cindy about Sappho. "Sappho *was* quite a lady, really. I guess she was quite well known, even in her time. I got the impression that parents used to bring their daughters to her to learn the ways of love and culture. Several of her students had followings of their own from what she taught them." Denise said. "Really? Wow.... Seems like the worlds gone backwards since then." Cindy mused. -------------------- End of section of Savant. 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