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A New Beginning Ch. 1

By: andy_r_14456



Part 1

I was not an ambitious young man. After high school, I could not find a good full-time job. I entered the U.S. Army and retired after serving 20 years at army bases in the USA, and in Germany and Korea. Soon after I retired from the army, my marriage to an ambitious and beautiful lady ended in divorce. 

My wife, Betty, was a nurse and got a job wherever we moved to. She got tired of moving around and my low ambition. I longed to return to civilian life. We did not have any children of our own. We adopted a girl in Korea. My wife and I had an amicable divorce; Betty got custody of our daughter.

I have been working as a building maintenance supervisor in one of the local elementary schools. I did most small repairs myself and called a contractor for large jobs. I am enjoying working in the school; I love the kids and the dedicated teachers who do not get paid what they really deserve. I got to sort of know most teachers, but rarely had a chance to talk to many of them. 

While fixing a leaky drinking water fountain one morning, I met Beverly Windsor, a fourth-grade teacher for the first time. She had short, light brown hair, and a beautiful face with large green eyes hidden by large red-framed glasses. She was about 5 ft 2 in, and 115 lb. She dressed in a loose fitting and conservative dress that came below her knees; it did not reveal much of her figure. I noticed that she had nice legs and ankles.

She introduced herself to me, “Hi, I’m Bev Windsor. My room is across the hall. I need to ask you a favor.”

“Sure Bev, I am Jack Turner. I have been working here for about a year. How can I help you?”

“I have couple of small projects at home. I am hoping that you can help. My husband is unable to make repairs at home.”

“Sure, Bev, I will be glad to take a look. I will help if I can.”

Bev wrote her phone number and handed it to me, “Here is my phone number. Please call me in the evening.”

Next day evening, when I called Bev’s phone number, a weak male voice answered the phone, “Windsor residence.”

“Hi, this is Jack Turner from the school. May I speak with Bev, please?”

“Sure, hold on a second.” I could hear the man calling Bev to the phone, mentioning my name. I also heard him wheezing.

After a few moments, I heard Bev’s voice, “Hi Jack. Thanks for calling. I need your help fixing couple of leaky faucets in the house and a garden hose. I will gladly pay you for your work.”

I said, “Sounds to me like they are small jobs. When can I come to work on them?”

“If possible, please come tomorrow evening.”

Next day evening, I took my toolbox and drove to Bev’s home. Bev and Earl were friendly people. He was frail, and coughed and wheezed almost continuously. Periodically, he was breathing Oxygen from a small cylinder. He seemed to be about 70, while Bev seemed to be about 50. Bev was dressed in a pink short-sleeve blouse, jeans, and sandals. She looked very alluring, particularly her large boobs protruded out prominently. She had slim arms and forearms, and delicate hands. She had on bright red lipstick and painted toenails. I smelled her light perfume every time she came close to me.

The plumbing problems were indeed not complicated, torn washers that I fixed in about 30 min. “Earl and Bev, the jobs I did are too small for me to charge you. I had the right tools and they were easy to fix.”

Earl said, “At least have a cup of coffee and a piece of carrot cake Bev made earlier. You helped us save a lot of hot water.”

I accepted their offer. I stayed for another hour or so. Over the cup of coffee and cake, I found out that Earl had been an accountant and retired about ten years ago. I told them of my service in the army and my fondness for the school children. 

Bev looked very attractive in the pink blouse. She had a nice smile and an easy laugh. I was drawn to her, but I knew she was a married woman. I always kept away from married women, however attractive they were. But, I never met a woman as beautiful and voluptuous as Bev, either married or unmarried. 

Earl explained, “I smoked cigars and a pipe for a long time going over books before computers became part of our lives. I was under the delusion that I was not inhaling the tobacco smoke. I retired because of emphysema. My medical insurance policy is good. Bev's policy is a bonus; it pays for most of my prescriptions.”

Bev and Earl, and I became friends. I learned that Earl was a widower and Bev was a divorcee when they met. He was about 20 years older than her. Whenever we ran into each other at school, Bev and I talked to each other. Because Earl was incapacitated, I continued helping them with small chores, especially lifting heavy items and doing minor repairs. I cleaned their pool that was three to five feet deep and about 15 feet long. Their backyard was surrounded by various bushes and offered considerable privacy for using the pool. Bev continued to ask me to help with various chores at her home, with Earl's concurrence, if not his permission. I visited them several times during weekdays after dinner. Couple of times I was sure that I smelled alcohol on Earl's breath.

One day, Earl said, "You have been helping us quite a bit. How about having dinner with us on Thursday night?”

I replied, “Sure Earl, if it is ok with Bev. I am sure Bev is a great cook. Can I bring something, say a bottle of wine?”

Earl replied, “Bev already agreed to have you as our dinner guest. Bev loves wine, semi-dry Riesling is her favorite. I prefer martinis with olives.”

Bev added, “Earl likes martinis made with Bombay gin, with as little vermouth as possible.”

On the way to the front door, Bev whispered to me, “Earl is not holding his martinis as well as he used to. Sometimes, he passes out in his Laz-y-Boy chair and sleeps their till dawn.”

Part 2

On Thursday evening, Bev's face looked beautiful in dangling gold pierced earrings and a necklace with a heart shaped pendant encrusted with diamonds. She served tossed salad, baked chicken, cooked green beans, and rolls. I opened the chilled bottle of wine I had picked up on the way to their home, and poured a glass each for Bev and me. Earl started on his second martini. 

I helped Earl from his chair to the dinner table. He seemed all right as we talked about the beautiful weather we have been having. Occasionally, Bev and I talked about the happenings in school. Earl continued to drink and was inebriated by the end of dinner; his speech was quite slurred. Bev was right; he was not able to hold his martinis well.

Bev and I helped Earl to his Laz-y-Boy chair. Soon Earl was snoring. I carried the dirty plates and serving dishes to the kitchen. I offered to help Bev wash the dishes, but she said she only has to rinse the plates and load the dishwasher. It was inevitable that there was inadvertent contact between us. Once I felt Bev's boobs brush against my arm. Immediately, I got a hard-on. My cock lump was very obvious. I saw Bev stare at my crotch couple of times when she thought I was not noticing her. The third time Bev looked into my eyes, smiled, and blushed intensely. I smiled back.

Later, Bev said, “Jack, if you are free on Saturday, come about 5 p.m. You can swim for an hour or so and have dinner with us.”

That night, I jacked off imagining fucking Bev doggy style. I avoided Bev most of Friday at school. Just after school ended, Bev opened my office door and said, “Jack, don’t forget to bring your swimming trunks tomorrow!” Before I could reply, she was gone.

I kept busy Saturday morning and afternoon working at school, and cleaning my apartment. Later, on my way to the Windsors, I picked up a bottle of semi-dry Riesling and a box of chocolates. Earl and Bev greeted me warmly on the patio. Earl was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt; he sat in an upholstered rocking chair. Bev had on a terrycloth robe that came to her knees. She wore sandals. Her toenails were painted red.

“I am making drinks: a martini for Earl and a gin-tonic for myself. What would you like?”

“I will have a gin-tonic too, with a twist of lime.” 

Bev smiled and nodded her head, “You can change into your swimming trunks in the powder room.”

When I came back in my swimming trunks, Bev was already in the pool. I sat next to Earl, who was sipping his martini. I took a sip of my gin-tonic. I felt invigorated. Bev called out, “Jack bring me my drink. Get in the pool for a swim.” I nodded. As Bev reached up to take her drink, I could see her slim, well-formed arms, and her cleavage. She was wearing a blue-green suit that had pink flowers. My cock got hard looking at her voluptuous body. I stepped into the cool water, but my hard on did not subside. I swam couple of laps, stopped and sipped my drink; Bev did the same. I saw Earl going inside the house to fix himself another martini.

Bev said, “You look good in your swimming trunks.” 

I blushed and said, “What ever I can see of you looks very good too. Can I see all of your suit?”

She blushed, swam to the side of the pool, and sat on the ledge of the pool with legs crossed. I whispered, “Bev you are a beautiful and voluptuous woman.” I looked at the house to see if Earl had come back.

Bev said, “Earl will not come out. I’m sure he is in the Laz-y-Boy chair drinking his Martini.” She smiled mischievously and slowly opened her knees. I could see the wet fabric had hugged her pussy lips and slit. Still smiling, she said, “Let’s go inside and get ready for dinner.” She got up, turned, and walked wiggling her ass. She picked up her towel and robe, winked at me as she dried her hair, and went inside the house. 

After a few minutes, I went to the powder room. I dried my hair and body with a towel, and was about to put on my underwear, when there was a soft knock on the door. Bev, now in her robe, walked in, grabbed my cock and planted a juicy kiss on my mouth. I reached under her robe, cupped her bra-covered left boob, and her panty-covered ass with the other hand. I wanted more, but Bev wiggled away, saying, “Time for dinner. See you in a minute.”

I put on my shorts, short-sleeve golf shirt, and went to the dining room. I helped Earl sit at the dinner table. Bev was dressed in a white sleeve-less blouse and a wrap-around denim skirt. I poured Bev and I a glass of wine. Earl wanted a sip of Bev’s Riesling wine. Reluctantly, she offered him her glass. Earl drained it!

Bev cut his steak and fed him a few pieces. Earl opened his eyes occasionally and smiled at Bev. He was really not there, a combination of old age and inebriation. Afraid that Earl may choke on a piece of meat, Bev and I helped him to the Laz-y-Boy chair. I filled Bev’s wine glass. 

She took couple of sips and sighed deeply, touched my hand, looked into my eyes and said, “Jack I am glad you are here. You have been of big help. Earl has weakened a lot the last few weeks.” She then looked into the living room and said wistfully, “He will sleep there most of the night. He seems to be happy and content.”

We ate our dinner in silence. I had one glass of wine, but Bev had two; she needed it. I helped Bev clean up the dinner table and load the dishwasher. She giggled every time we made contact. One time, as I was rinsing dishes at the sink, Bev hugged me from behind pressing her boobs into my back; she reached to my crotch and gently grabbed my cock lump. I wanted to turn around and crush her in my arms, but Earl’s presence in the living room deterred me. While Bev was rinsing a plate, I went behind her and pressed my rigid cock into Bev’s cushiony ass. She smiled and cooed softly, “That’s nice. Jack, we are almost done cleaning up. You take our wine glasses and go to the Lanai. It’s a beautiful night. I will join you after I pee.”

Part 3

I sat in a lawn sofa built for three persons. Bev came in, closed the sliding door behind her, and turned on one of the outside floodlights. The pool was in the light, but we were in the dark area. She sat next to me for a minute, turned towards me, kissed me passionately pushing her tongue in my mouth. I held her waist and pulled her into my lap. I groped her boobs. Bev was not wearing a bra! We continued kissing as I held her face and then her ass. 

Bev grabbed my cock lump and whispered, “This lump means you like me. Don't you find me too old for you? I am at least ten years older than you!” “Bev, you are a beautiful woman. I discovered today that you are also a voluptuous woman. I love the way you feel and smell”

Bev looked into my eyes, “Love me Jack. I’m yours.” I lifted her blouse and played with her boobs for several minutes. They were pendulous with large nipples.

“Jack, I love the way you play with my boobs. You are like a kid who has not been breast-fed for days. It has been a long time since anyone played with them. But, I don't want to remove my bra and bare my boobs completely. I will bare them for you indoors. Please understand.”

Without interrupting my sucking of Bev's nipples, I mumbled, “Umphh, Ok.” 

Bev continued to moan. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, grasped my head, “It feels so good. Keep sucking them. Ohhhhh. I love it.”

I knew Bev was close to cumming. I nudged her off of me, got up, and made her sit on the wicker chair. Bev looked at me in surprise, but without saying any thing, I placed a cushion on the floor and fell on my knees. I pushed her blouse up. Bev smiled as I kissed her mouth while massaging her boobs. She looked beautiful under the dim light. The sheen of perspiration on her face and boobs further added to the erotic image.

I lifted each of them gently and kissed them. I resumed sucking her nipples one at a time, much to Bev's delight. Bev mumbled, “They grew couple of sizes since I turned 45.”

Bev giggled, when I said, “Lucky me! They look and taste like ripe juicy fruit! I am grateful.”

While suckling on Bev's left nipple, I placed my right hand on her right knee and slowly moved it to her crotch. Her panties were soaked with pussy nectars. She moaned when I rubbed her wet panty-covered pussy. I parted her skirt, looked into her eyes reassuringly, and slowly lowered my face. I inhaled the combined fragrances of Bev's pussy juice, perfume, and perspiration. Bev shuddered when I started licking and gently sucking her juice-covered panties. 

Bev mumbled, “It's so dirty there. I have been leaking for a while. But it feels wonderful. Ohhh, Jack, I love it.”

I stopped sucking and kissed Bev passionately on her mouth. Bev said, “Interesting flavors. I never tasted my own juices. You are making me do naughty things.”

I smiled, and said, “Please take of your panties. I want to eat you, your pussy.”

“But, it's dirty. No one has done that me.”

“Most people are doing it now a days, especially the young. You will enjoy it. I will get great pleasure doing it too.”

Bev stood up. With my help, she removed her panties, but kept on the wrap-around skirt. She then said, “Let me check on Earl. I will be right back.”

A few moments later, Bev returned, sat in the chair, “Thank goodness he is sleeping like a baby. Now, what were we doing? Umm. Yes, you wanted to suck my pussy, you naughty man.”

I slowly lifted Bev's legs on to my shoulders, rubbed my face into her pubes and pussy. Her pubes were quite long, but curly. Even in the dim light, her opened pussy glistened with her juices. I licked Bev's clit couple of times, pressed my flattened tongue on it and moved it up and down. Bev began whimpering incoherently. I started to suck her clit, release it, move down to her cunt and suck there. I pinched her nipples. Her juices became slicker, and she started cumming. Her cunt spasmed and pulsated, and her body convulsed. I felt her clit pulsing on my lips. 

Bev bit the back of her hand as she whimpered, “Sweet lord. This is incredible. Ohhhhhhhh. Fuckkkkkkkk.”

Bev pushed my head away, got up, “That’s enough for now. Let's go inside. It's getting cool here.” 

I followed her. She picked up her stained panties, turned off the floodlight, and said, “Let's go to the game room in the basement.” 

I realized that she did not want to take a chance on Earl waking up and catching us fucking. 

She gave me her stained panties, “Take these to the basement. I will be back in a minute. She sent me to the basement and went stealthily to check on Earl.

Bev locked the door at the top of the stairs and met me in the game room that was lighted with fluorescent and recessed lamps. There was a pool table in the middle and several chairs along the walls. There were no windows. 

Bev turned off the fluorescent lights, and said, “He's sleeping soundly. Now, take off your shorts and underwear.” She grinned and blushed when she saw me sniffing her panties; she gently took them away and threw them towards the laundry room.

My cock stuck out like a flagpole, twitching periodically. Bev grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and whispered, “Your hard-on means you like me. I like you too.” Squeezing my cock harder, she said, “You have gotten divorced recently. But, has your cock, contracted anything I should worry about? I do not want any STDs.”

I replied, “Bev, I did not go out much since my divorce; couple of lunch dates. I have not been intimate with anyone since my divorce. I am disease free”

Bev nodded, knelt down and touched my cock head. In awe she said, “He's leaking too!” She scooped and stretched the stringy precum. 

She giggled, “I'm yours. Tell me what I should do.”

I grabbed Bev's blouse; she helped me lift it off of her; I removed her wrap-around skirt. I threw the clothes away, hugged her and kissed her passionately. I wanted to fuck her badly. 

Bev sensed my urgency, and said softly, “I have not made love for at least three years. I have used a vibrator once in a while. Please be patient.”

I nodded and said, “You can control by sitting in my lap facing me. But, first let me hug you some more. You are a voluptuous woman, and I want to touch and feel you.” 

I hugged her from behind, nuzzled her neck, poked my stiff cock into her ass crevice, and squeezed her boobs. Bev lifted her arms to give me unfettered access to her magnificent boobs. Bev's perfume and body odors were added intoxicants.

I sat in a low chair and Bev straddled me. “Now aim my cock at your cunt, er vagina, and ease it in slowly. You are well lubricated. My cock will go in easily.”

Bev did as I suggested and sat in my lap with my cock deep in her. “Relax for a few minutes. Let your cunt walls adjust to my cock. When you feel like it, you can slide up and down on my cock.”

Bev said, “I wish there was a mirror to watch us make love.”

“I can bring one and install it here.”

Bev giggled, “Ok. That will add to our excitement.” She continued, “By the way, my first husband, Ed, made me wear sexy lingerie. But, Earl is not into them. I saved them as memorabilia.”

I said, “If it's an offer to model them for me, I accept.”

I hugged her, crushing her boobs against my chest. Bev kissed me passionately, sucking my tongue. She also started squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles. 

She said, “Again, I wish we could see ourselves wrapped in each other's arms in a mirror.”

I was close to cumming. My precum was flowing out of my cock almost continuously. I wanted to fuck her and cum in her. So, I said, “Bev, I will be gentle, but I want to fuck you on the pool table.” She nodded shyly. 

I told Bev, “Hold on to my neck and shoulders with your arms, and my waist with your legs. I will carry you to the pool table. It's only a few feet.” She giggled and nodded.

I carried her to the pool table and gently placed her on the edge. Bev laid back on the smooth pool surface. It was perfect height. I could see Bev's boobs jiggling and my cock going in and out of her cunt. I then lifted Bev's legs over my shoulders and my cock went even deeper into Bev's belly. I was too excited. My cum boiled over and, while holding on to Bev's magnificent boobs, I spurted several times in her cunt. 


A New Beginning Ch. 10



The hunting and foraging parties that we formed are not absolute; they are not set in stone. It's not uncommon for someone to join a group or decline to go on a hunting and foraging party, especially if someone joins the party. In fact, if our smokehouse is full of meat then no one goes out hunting. The scheduled group just goes out to collect firewood or dinosaur bone and forage for vegetables or fruit or they go fishing in the lake -- we've named it Lake Hope.

We haven't discovered any Ichthyosaurs, Mosasaurs, Pliosaurs or any other marine dinosaurs living in the lake; it's a fresh water lake. Besides, I doubt that it is deep enough for a Plesiosaur or a Megalodon Shark or any large water dwelling monster. The photos we have of it from space show that it is roughly oval, measuring about 40 kilometers by 65 kilometers. However, we have seen some rather large alligators swimming about, some measuring four or five meters long.

We formed the four groups with an eye on fire watch and garbage detail. None of us wants to go out on a hunting and foraging party when we have garbage detail. Nor does anyone who stood a late night or early morning fire watch to then have to go out on a hunting party at zero eight hundred or zero nine hundred the next morning.

We do not go out on hunting parties any earlier because most of the dinosaurs do not get moving until well after sunup, particularly the larger animals. The herbivores don't move out of their herds until they are warmed up by the sun. Doc Yves says that they are ectothermic but their large size helps them maintain a homeothermic or constant body temperature.

The endothermic theropods will not attack the herds of herbivores until after they have dispersed somewhat. I guess this is because the sauropods sleep with the adults, particularly the adult males, forming a circle around the young and the juveniles. This presents a formidable barrier to the carnivores and to our hunting parties.

Anthony goes on almost every hunting and foraging party. He loves to hunt and rarely does he miss going out. About the only time he doesn't go out on a hunting party is when he isn't feeling well or when he has some kind of duty. Although he's not the best shot with a crossbow, he is the best at finding game.

Joshua and Thomas are better shots than him. They can kill a small dinosaur or large lizard with one bolt from their crossbows; they never miss. Most of the time it only takes Anthony one shot but sometimes it takes him two shots. But he has a knack for finding dinosaurs. It is rare that he goes out hunting and does not come back with something. It has been over a month since that happened.

He was out with his team -- Joseph, Aleks Michelle, Chantelle Dawn and Veronica Anne. They were gone most of the morning when a sudden squall hit them. They got soaked and only managed to collect a basket of the cherry-berry fruit that Natalie Amiee and Aleks found.

Not to be outdone by a few drops of water, as soon as the rain stopped he, Joshua and Thomas went out and killed four BuckToothus. It only took them an hour; that's how good a hunters they are. Juan, Leonard, Natalie and I tanned the hides. We are all wearing clothes of dino hide that my group tanned. Although some of us still have some of the clothes we brought with us most of that clothing is torn so bad it is non-wearable.

Joshua, Thomas and Anthony are in kind of a hunter's competition to see who can kill the most carnivorous dinosaurs -- all other game animals are excluded. Right now Anthony is in the lead with Thomas in hot pursuit. Joshua says that the only reason why the two of them are ahead of him is because he is more careful in picking his targets. I believe it's just luck.

Neither Joshua nor Anthony is allowing Thomas to count the Marineosaurus he killed that came into our camp. That's because he wasn't hunting it at the time; it was hunting us. He jokingly says that he should be allowed to count it because it was attacking us. But they counter that he shot it with the .45, not a crossbow, which is what they all agreed would be the only other prerequisite for including the prey in their total.

I added a proviso that, except large carnivores that are within a five kilometer radius of our camp, I didn't want them killing any animal just for the sport of it. I only want them to kill for our food. So far they have stuck to that stipulation.

The rest of us look upon their competition as playful banter, which in fact it is. But one evening while we were all sitting around relaxing after a meal of baked fish and potatoes, I told them that I would give a month of no duty to the first one to kill a Marinosaurus or a Triceratops Rex with a crossbow. They all hooted at that.

Josephine Jasmine added, with a rather sexy tone in her voice, that she would give a very sensuous massage to the winner. The three of them really hooted at that.

Then Doc Yves said that he would give a month of free medical service to the winner. They all booed him. The rest of us just laughed.

Really though, when the three of them go out together they always come back with something. In fact, all four hunting and foraging parties almost always come back with something. There is so much game here that it is unusual for a party to go out and not come back with something to eat.

Seventy million BC is a real hunter's paradise. There are some of the strangest and most beautiful animals I have ever seen in my life.

There is this bird that is a little larger than as a chicken. It sings and looks just like a yellow canary except that it has a small red spot just to the rear of its eyes. We called it BigCanary; I'm not sure who originally name it. When it walks it bobs its head just like a pigeon.

Every morning about ten to fifteen fly into our camp singing and looking for food. Some even come back during the day and pick up scraps of food. Their chirping is beautiful and when someone plays some of the music I downloaded on Natalie's laptop they join in to keep the camp filled with music.

The male of another bird that occasionally frequents our camp has the most beautiful plume of green, blue, maroon and red feathers on its head and down the back of its neck. The rest of its body is covered with shiny black feathers. Joseph named them RainbowHeads, although the female's head has white feathers.

It is about the same size as a quail. It screeches like a hawk until it is given something to eat. It then flies off to eat its treat but then comes back for more. Our cooks, David, Yves and Josephine, don't hesitate to feed them or the BigCanaries.

Then there are the DailyCommuters -- Veronica named them. Every morning just after sunrise we see a couple hundred of them flying north, presumably for food. Then every evening just before sunset they fly back south, presumably to return to their nests. A person could almost set their clock by these birds. They fly in the V formation that migratory birds fly in. We don't know where they come from or where they go. But, with their long necks, they are reminiscent of geese flying south for the winter.

After the sun sets, there are a pair of nocturnal mammals that come into our camp looking for scraps of food that have fallen under and around the dinning tables. Regina Aurora named them Chip and Dale because they look something like chip monks. They scamper around under the tables picking up scraps of food and carrying it off to their nest, which is somewhere in the nearby shrubbery. The entrance is hidden real well because none of us have been able to locate it yet.

Chip and Dale make numerous trips back and forth from our camp area to their nest, always keeping an eye on whoever is on fire watch. They are very shy and easily frightened. If whoever has fire watch disturbs them in the least they will run away and not come back for twenty or thirty minutes. Yes, we always leave small bits of food under the table for them to find.

We have some nocturnal birds that are about the same size as a pigeon and eat insects. We don't bother them at all because they help keep the insect population down, particularly roaches which they seem to favor eating.

They stay perched on a branch looking for prey. When they spot an insect they will swoop down on it, grab it with their talons and carry it back to their perch and eat it. They have light tan feathers with black speckles and two enormous yellow eyes. Their eyes are on the sides of their heads but face forward. Also, they don't have typical bird beaks; their beaks have teeth.

Elizabeth Dee, calls them Hooters because they hoot just like an owl, although some of us jokingly question her real motive behind such a name -- she has very large breasts.

She hates roaches and says that she will personally put a strong laxative in the food of anyone she catches killing or molesting in any way her Hooters. She then shakes her shoulders back and forth, causing her large breasts to jiggle and bounce.

We all laugh but we also all concur with her outlook toward Hooters. We would all like to see the area free of roaches. These Cretaceous pests are huge.

We also have a Cheshire Cat. That's what Akira Carissa named this strange behaving dinosaur. Louis originally named him Banditosaurus because he stole our hearts when he came into camp begging for food one day. He is a small sauropod about 30 centimeters high and about a meter long from his head to his long tail. He has a dark blue almost indigo body with a greenish-yellow stomach; the insides of his legs are also greenish-yellow. He has five toes on each of his feet.

Akira started calling him Cheshire because of the way he rubs his body against our legs -- just like a cat -- whenever he wants to be fed, and because he appears and then disappears at odd hours of the day -- usually when he's hungry.

We don't know where he is from or where he goes after he is fed. He just mysteriously shows up and then just as mysteriously disappears into the bushes. There is a standing joke among the more sarcastic of the crew that it lives with Chip and Dale. Regina hates the joke.

Except for his coloring, he looks just like a miniature Apatosaurus. In fact, when he first came into our camp we thought he might be a lost baby Apatosaurus -- their coloring is similar. But Anthony examined him and assured us that he is a full grown adult herbivorous dinosaur.

He has an extremely long whip-like tail. While he is rubbing his body against someone's leg, he will also wrap his long tail around their leg, giving that person the feeling that there is a snake around their leg. I don't like the feeling one bit. Its tail is a very effective weapon and when it is annoyed it will not hesitate to smack whoever or whatever is bothering it.

With the exception of Fur Ball, it stays away from the PrimusPrimates, especially Boss Hog and the other adult males. There seems to be a something of cat and dog relationship between Cheshire and the other PrimusPrimates. Whenever one of them comes near him, he will whip its tail at it.

Akira is worried that one of the adult males will kill it. But I don't think that will happen. I believe that if Cheshire and any PrimusPrimate got to fighting, then the sauropod would just whip its tail at whichever one was bothering him and either kill it or do serious damage to it.

One of the strangest creatures we've encountered so far looks like a cross between a warthog and an alligator. It is dark green in color and it has five sharp clawed toes on its feet. When it swims through the water it looks just like an alligator with the ridges on its back and its tail swishing back and forth, although its tail is not nearly as long as an alligator's tail.

It has the body, legs and snout of a warthog. But its snout is longer than a normal warthog, more like that of an alligator, and it doesn't have tusks. It lives near the lake and can often be seen sloshing in the water near the shore, snapping its jaws up and down. Its principal food appears to be fish but I saw one eating a pigmy hippopotamus the other day.

Chantelle shot one with a crossbow after naming it a Gatorhog. It tastes like liver and was tough as shoe leather to chew. None of us liked it and David ended up throwing it on the trash heap.

Of course, several of the crew jokingly asked me if it taste like alligator. I joined in the joke and answered them that they wouldn't know good Cajun food if it were served to them on a silver platter and that alligator is considered a delicacy in New Orleans. Then we all laughed.

The twenty of us have a great relationship with each other. It's not like the typical office where several of the employees just tolerate each other in order to keep peace in the workplace.

Fourteen of us were officers or junior officers aboard the James Cook and most of us senior officers have flown together on other missions at one time or another. Butler selected all the officers and junior officers very carefully with an eye on the fact that we would all be cooped up, working together on an overcrowded spaceship for several years.

Other than Chantelle and George, he meticulously picked each of us -- I asked him to let Chantelle come onboard and George was forced on him by politics. The fourteen of us all became immediate friends while still millions of kilometers from Jupiter.

As for the other six who were chosen by the UNESA personnel office -- Laci Bianca, Veronica, Regina, Josephine, Leonard and Thomas -- they fit in just right. We have all grown to love and appreciate each other. We look upon ourselves as an extended family.

Louis and his team -- Victoria Rose, Akira and David -- killed what they thought was a Velociraptor. Anthony didn't go with them; he was sick with a fever. The dinosaur was about the same size as a Velociraptor. It had white, dark brown and light brown feathers on its body, upper arms, upper legs and tail. Its lower arms, lower legs and face were featherless and yellow. It didn't have the sickle-shaped claw on its feet just some rather mean looking claws. It also had three claws on its hands.

The team had been out hunting and foraging for several hours when they all sat down to rest under a shade tree. Suddenly it jumped out of the nearby bushed and attacked Akira. It kicked at her just as Velociraptors do. Then it attempted to bite her on her neck but she fought it off. However, it did bite her on her arm. Luckily it wasn't a serious bite, requiring only a few stitches. She managed to kick it off her. Then she and Louis commenced to beating it with their clubs. It was dead before David or Vickie had time to react to help out.

When they got the dead carnivore back to camp, Anthony examined it and told them that it was not a Velociraptor but was probably a distant relative of one. Josephine made a stew out of it. It tastes just like chicken. No one gave it a name and we haven't seen another of its kind since then.

The day after that incident Joshua, Thomas and Anthony went out hunting by themselves. They came upon an Ankylosaurus, the heavily armored plant eater with a club on its tail. They are tan in color except for their stomachs and the insides of their legs, which are yellowish brown.

They said that they smelled it long before they found it. Joshua said that it was its putrid smell that helped them find it. He said that at first they thought they were approaching the carcass of a dead dinosaur. They figured they would find some Daffyducktus vulture-type birds feasting on it. If so, it would be easy to kill a few of them with their crossbows.

When they came into a clearing what they discovered was not the carcass of a dead dinosaur but a three meter high by nine meter long tank of a creature fighting with a tree root. It was clawing at the ground around the tree and digging it up, grunting and snorting the whole time. They figured its putrid smell must have been released while it was digging up the tree, the same way skunks do for defense.

More importantly, they also figured that it would not be in their best interest to disturb the three and a half ton, temperamental beast. None of them knew whether or not the .45 could pierce its armor and they did not want to risk finding out. They knew they couldn't outrun the cantankerous monster.

They sat quietly in the tall grass and watched it fight with the tree; the tree didn't have a chance. According to them, it took the Ankylosaurus about 30 minutes but in the end the four meter high tree was uprooted. Then it began to eat the roots. When it finished, it just wandered off.

The Ankylosaurus will lay a clutch of eggs, cover them with grass and stay nearby watching and protecting the nest, just as alligators do. But once the baby Ankylosauruses hatch they are on their own. Anthony said from the looks of the animal, it was probably immune from attack by predators once it reached adolescence. Neither he nor Thomas or Joshua could see how a carnivore could overpower the heavily armored dinosaur.

Joshua, Thomas and Anthony resumed their hunt after the beast left. A few minutes later they came upon a small flock of Daffyducktus picking on the corpse of some type of large sauropod. They couldn't tell what kind of dinosaur it was as there was not enough of it left to discern. All they could tell was that it had a big body with a long neck and even longer tail. They each picked a target bird and shot it with their crossbows.

On another hunting and foraging outing, Joshua's team -- that's my hunting party -- came upon what looked like a small heard of about fifteen or twenty aquamarine Stegosaur-type dinosaurs. But these didn't have the spikes on their tails. Instead they had a large knob similar to the Ankylosaurus and the dark green plates on their backs were larger than a typical Stegosaur. They also had a small knob on their head similar to a Pachycephalosaurus.

We had decided to go around them and were in the process of doing so when one of the larger ones charged at us. On Joshua's advice, Leonard and Natalie took refuge in a nearby tree off to our right while Laci climbed upon a large boulder to the left. Chantelle happened to be with us that day; she and I tried to distract the dinosaur while Joshua took aim with the .45 pistol.

He shot it in its right shoulder. It fell over but got right back up again. It snorted once and started to come after him again. It was coming straight for Joshua. Both Chantelle and I shot it with our crossbows. I hit it just behind its left shoulder and Chantelle hit it in its neck.

It paused and looked in our direction. It swung its tail at Chantelle, who was closer to it than I was. She ducked and the knob, which was about as big as a large exercise ball, just missed hitting her. She was lucky. Had the Stegoknob -- that's what Joshua named it -- hit her with the knob on its tail, it would surely have broken every bone in her body.

Then the beast, which had greenish yellow dots on its forelegs, shoulders and neck, continued its pursuit of Joshua. Our crossbow bolts had virtually no effect on the huge dinosaur, which stood about two meters high at the shoulder. Joshua took careful aim and put a second bullet in its head, right below the knob. It fell over dead just a few meters from him.

Joshua is really an excellent shot. The animal's head is just shy of a meter long and a little over a half of a meter wide. Yet he managed to put a bullet right above its left eye and into its brain. I was proud of him.

The sound of the .45 going off frightened the rest of the small heard and they all ran away. We cut off some of the skin of the Stegoknob for later tanning and carved out some stakes from it.

When we cut the dinosaur open, we discovered that the reason Joshua's first shot didn't hit it in its heart was because the bullet was deflected by a bone. We also discovered that my bolt was only about three centimeters from its heart. Joshua said that had I hit it in its heart I would have killed it.




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Then, after removing its teeth, we left the two meter high by six meter long, three ton monster for the Daffyducktus vulture-type birds to feed upon. The teeth of the herbivorous dinosaurs are not very sharp but after filing them down they make excellent weapons.

The attack shook my faith in our ability to defend ourselves with our crossbows against the larger dinosaurs. Someday we will be out of ammunition for the .45 pistol. If we cannot defend ourselves against the larger beasts with our crossbows, then we will be lost.

I aimed for the Stegoknob's heart or where Joshua, Thomas and Anthony all told all of us the heart should be. I'm sure I hit my mark dead center and still the dinosaur kept charging at us. Joshua tried to cheer me up. He told me not to worry, that the crossbows will defend us.

I hope he is right. I plan on practice shooting at Beth's life size drawings more often. I am determined to make sure that we are superior to the dinosaurs.

When we got back to our camp we discovered that a heard of over one hundred Corythosaurus had taken up residence near Lake Hope. They were migrating and using our lake as a watering hole. Many of these herbivores, particularly the juveniles, had waded out in the shallows and were playing and jousting with each other in the water.

It was beautiful. The nine meter long by three meter high dinosaurs splashed each other just like children do. They would also take in mouths full of water and squirt each other. Our dinosaur experts, Anthony and Doc Yves, said that it was mostly the juveniles who splashed and squirted each other. According to them their jousting with each other was probably a prelude to picking mates.

These four ton duck-billed dinosaurs have a large red helmet-like crest on their heads. Their bodies are red with two broad black stripes on their sides. Their necks, the ends of their tails and the tops of their heads and faces are solid black. When they call to each other they sound somewhat like French Horns.

In fact, with all of them honking off it sounded as though we were being serenaded by a live orchestra. The music, if that's what you want to call it, was great until we tried to go to sleep. Then it sounded more like unwanted noise than music. We were all glad to see them move on the next day.

The PrimusPrimates ignored the duck-bills the entire time they were here. Our furry friends didn't even seem to be bothered by their honking all night long.

There are lizards all over the place, of all sizes and colors too. But that's to be expected. After all, the Cretaceous Period is part of the age of the reptiles and dinosaurs. Some of these lizards even change color like the familiar lizards one sees in their backyard garden.

The most beautiful one, I believe, changes from black when it's cold to red and then to purple when it is warmed up. It is about 30 to 35 centimeters long. The male of the species has a small sail on its back, reminiscent of a Dimetrodon; the sail is only about one centimeter high though. Like a snake or the Komodo Dragon, it constantly spits its tongue out. I named it Purple Dragon. Except for its coloring, it looks just like a miniature Komodo Lizard. It eats insects.

But the common gecko is not what one would expect. They are nocturnal just like the familiar geckos one is accustomed to in warmer climates. But the ones we have grow up to a meter in length. Their skin is clear; their veins, muscles and inner organs are clearly visible. They eat small mammals and other small animals and are no bother to us. Regina is worried that Chip and Dale will be eaten by one. So she kills everyone she sees.

In fact, she frequently goes into the nearby shrubbery seeking them out to kill them. During the day they can be found curled up, hiding under rocks or sleeping in other dark places.

We tell her that she is on a fruitless crusade because every time she kills one gecko, another one will move into its territory. But she says she doesn't care. She says she is going to keep on killing them until they get the message and vacate the area, just like the Blackraptors and other carnivores that can no longer be found near our camp.

Thomas and his hunting and foraging party -- Juan, Regina and Josephine -- returned from a hunt last week with a Troodon and 22 eggs. Anthony had gone with them.

They had been out all day and hadn't even seen any game. They were teasing Anthony because he is supposed to be great at finding game. He countered that their hunting party wasn't over and that he would find them something before they got back to camp.

When they were only about four kilometers from camp, Anthony stumbled on a Troodon sleeping on her eggs. These meter high by two meter long omnivores only come out only during twilight hours; in the early evening, just before and just after sunset, while there is still a little light left, or early in the morning just before sunrise, before it gets too bright.

Regina isn't worried about any Troodon eating Chip and Dale because our pair of nocturnal mammals do not come out until long after the Troodon have quit hunting for the evening and they leave long before the Troodon reappear again in the morning.

Both Yves and Anthony say that the reason the Troodon is crepuscular is because it probably cannot compete with carnivorous nocturnal mammals. Besides, these theropod dinosaurs mainly feed on a flightless bird that we have seen in the area. An animal that is also crepuscular.

This bird looks something like a penguin in its coloring but it has longer legs and its wings look more like wings instead of flippers. When it runs, it flaps its wings and hops but it never gets airborne. When a Troodon finds one, it chases it down and kills it by kicking it with the sickle-shaped claw on its second toe. The Troodon knows just when to strike at it -- when it hops. That's when it's most vulnerable.

It is rare to see a Troodon eating any animal other than a Penguinosaurus -- Louis named them. After it kills one, it will take its victim back to its nest and feed on it while it incubates its nest. Once it is through eating the Penguinosaurus it will pickup all the scraps from around its nest and carry them off several meters and dispose of them. Thus it keeps its nest and the area around its nest free of debris.

Male Troodons are solitary and for good reason. If any male is near a female when she is brooding she will attack it and kill it. Then she will eat it. It is easy to distinguish a male from a female. The females are forest green with oval aqua spots while the males are all forest green. When they hatch both the females and males have oval aqua spots.

When it can't find any Penguinosaurus to kill, the Troodon will eat our potato looking vegetable. In fact, its nest can usually be found near a clump of potato vines, which the baby Troodons feast on after they hatch.

Joseph jokingly says that the Troodon is a real meat and potatoes animal. But it is also a very clean animal. No matter what it eats, it will afterwards spend hours licking its hands and face and cleaning itself off. It has a very long tongue.

As for the nocturnal mammal the Troodon cannot compete with, that's a feline that only I and a few of us have heard growl on a couple of occasions while on fire watch. Joshua, Thomas and Anthony all say that they saw one once while on one of their night hunting trips.

According to them, it had just killed a Troodon and was carrying it back to its lair. They said that it is about a half a meter high at its shoulder and is tan and white with black spots. Anthony says it is probably an ancestor to the Eurasian Lynx. He named it NightCat.

Anyway, Anthony walked right up to the Troodon he found sleeping and chopped its head off with his axe. When Joshua and Thomas learned how easy it was for him to kill the Troodon they didn't want to give him credit in their competition. They claimed that since he didn't shoot it with a crossbow then it shouldn't count. But he told them that it took some good old fashion hunting stealth to sneak up on the dinosaur without disturbing it.

I believe that both Joshua and Thomas are just worried that Anthony is going to win the contest they have between themselves. I'm not sure but I believe his count is 6 or 7 dinosaurs above theirs. But I don't care which one of them wins. I just want someone to kill a Triceratops Rex or a Marineosaurus or one of the other larger dinosaurs with a crossbow.

We still haven't seen a T-Rex. I checked the encyclopedia of dinosaur information that I downloaded on the laptop. Tyrannosaurus Rex fossils have only been found on the North American continent. Maybe there were none on this continent 70 million years ago.

But then I'm sure the Marineosaurus qualifies as a viable substitute for a Tyrannosaurs Rex. It's nearly as big as a T-Rex. Its head is almost the same size as one and its arms are much longer. It has three clawed fingers on its hand. I'm also sure it's just as mean and vicious as a T-Rex.

The morning after Anthony killed the Troodon we were greeted to a nearly blackened sky for about 15 or 20 minutes. The sky was filled with thousands of Quetzalcoatlus, the giant pterosaurs with a leathery membrane wing span of 10 or 11 meters. There were so many of them and the sky became so dark, that had it not been for the noise, I would have sworn that it was just heavy rain clouds.

Those of us who were awake at the time watched them approach from the southeast and fly off to the northwest. They have a whistling sound amongst themselves as a means of keeping in contact with each other. Anthony said that the whistling was mating calls and that they were probably heading for some distant land to mate.

The Quetzalocoatlus fly at an extremely high altitude. They were so high up that the DailyCommuters flew under them in their daily morning trek north.

Later that same morning, Joshua, Anthony, Laci, Natalie and I were out on a hunting and foraging party; Leonard stayed behind that day. He said he wanted to finish tanning the Troodon skin. Anyway, we found a dead Quetzalocoatlus. Had it not been for the distinctive head and forearms, we would not have been able to tell what kind of animal it was. The Daffyductus vultures had really picked its bones clean.

While we were examining the remains of the Quetzalocoatlus a pack of nine chicken size bipedal dinosaurs came snooping around the carcass. Three of the nine were obvious juveniles, four appeared to be females and two were males. The males were a little larger than the females.

These carnivorous theropods looked like Compsognathus but Anthony said that those dinosaurs became extinct in the Jurassic Period. He said that these animals were probably descendants of the Compsognathus. Their necks, bodies, long tails, upper arms and upper legs were beautifully adorned with white and reddish orange feathers. Their featherless heads and faces were also reddish orange while their lower legs and hands were burnt orange. These latter were also featherless.

Laci named them RedRunners because they ran so much. They would take a couple of steps with their heads bobbing like a pigeon. Then they would run ten of fifteen steps, stop and sniff the area. Then take another few steps before running again.

They looked to be just trying to scavenge something to eat from the dead Quetzalocoatlus but I don't believe these carnivores were scavengers. They looked like vicious predators. Their hands had three digits equipped with sharp claws suited for grasping prey. Their tapered snouts were narrow and long. Their legs were adapted to running down their prey.

They didn't appear to want to attack us. But I wasn't going to take that chance. I had my crossbow ready to shoot. I advised everyone to be ready to defend themselves if these dinosaurs decided to attack us. I was also thinking of killing a few of them for our own supper. But Joshua spoke up.

"What do you think Toni? Want to eat some RedRunner for dinner tonight?" Joshua asked me.

"Well there are five of us and nine of them," Laci answered him. "We would each have to pick a target and then hope we could get the other four."

"Why would we have to kill all nine of them?" I asked her, glad that Joshua was thinking along the same lines as I was. "If we each pick a target and killed it that would be enough meat to last all twenty of us a couple of days."

"Yeah but supposed the remaining four attacked us in revenge?" Laci continued.

"They wouldn't do that," Anthony answered her. "Toni is right. We only need to kill enough to eat. The others will scatter as soon as we start our attack. Besides, if they don't scatter, we each got our spears and axes we can use against them."

"Whatever we decide to do, we better do it quick," Natalie added, "because these RedRunners appear to be getting ready to leave."

"OK. Anthony you take that big male on the right; I'll take the one on the left there. Laci, Natalie, Toni, each of you pick a juvenile or a female . . ."

Before Joshua could finish his sentence one of the males started to caw at the others. The RedRunners were beginning to leave the area. Quickly, we each shot at our targets. Anthony missed his shot; the RedRunner had started to run just as he shot his bolt. The rest of us each took down one of the theropod dinosaurs, although Laci had to finish her RedRunner off with a blow to its head with her axe.

I was satisfied. I knew we had enough meat to last all twenty of us for at least two days. We gutted the four carcasses and headed for camp. We were no more than about 100 meters away when Laci discovered that she had left her crossbow at the kill site.

"We'll have to go back for it," Joshua advised. "Those things are too hard to make and too important to leave it behind."

"I'm sorry. I thought it was strung on my back like the rest of you guys."

"Don't worry about it," Anthony consoled her. "I'm sure I speak for the rest of us when I say that I'm glad you remembered it now and not twenty or thirty minutes from now."

"That goes double for me," I said. "It could have happened to any of us."

When we got back to the kill site, the only thing there was the scattered bones of the Quetzalocoatlus, Laci's crossbow and a lone Daffyductus vulture eating the guts of the RedRunners we had killed. I saw two Daffyductus fly off as we were approaching, carrying some RedRunner remains in their mouths as they flew away. We couldn't have been gone from the site more than 10 or 15 minutes. Yet, in that short span of a time, the RedRunner guts we left had been eaten up.

I've mentioned that this is a beautiful land. But it is also a very dangerous land. Anyone or anything that wanders about without protection will be killed and eaten in a matter of minutes.

To prove my point, when we got back to camp we were greeted with somber looks by everyone. I hadn't seen such solemn looks on everyone's faces since Sam, Carli and Valarie were killed by the Triceratops Rex. I immediately knew something was wrong. My first thought was that someone had been killed by a dinosaur.

Doc Yves, Beth and Leonard were conspicuously absent. "Was it one of them," I silently asked myself?

A movement by Aleks caught my eye. Regina was behind her sitting in one of the James Cook's seats; her left hand and arm were bandaged. She had a sheet wrapped around her.

Chantelle met us just as we came into the perimeter of the camp. I was afraid to ask her what the problem was.

"Leonard was attacked and kicked by a lone Deinonychus. It cut him from just above and behind his right knee to the cheek of his ass. Doc and Beth are upstairs with him now."

"Is he alright?" I asked her.

"Yeah, Doc says he'll be limping for a couple of weeks though. Regina's OK too. Beth and I bandaged her up and then she went upstairs to help Doc. But that's not the problem."

"What?" I asked. Joshua was on my right, Anthony on my left.

"They were making out on the beach at Lake Hope. It was just the two of them without any weapons. Regina just happened to have her club with her. The Deinonychus literally caught them with their pants down."

I looked over at Regina. She just put her head down. I could tell she was embarrassed.

"The Deinonychus kicked Leonard, knocking him off Regina. It ignored her and continued its attack against Leonard. It was on top of Leonard. He was fending it off with his hands. Regina hit it with her club several times and it ran off. But not before biting her on her left hand and arm. She had to carry Leonard back to camp. They were both still naked."

I looked at Joshua to get his reaction. I could see the anger in his face and eyes. I was angry too . . . and disappointed. Here were two grown adults acting like a couple of horny teenagers out to get some hot sex. It almost cost them their lives. Had Regina not had her club along with them, there might not even have been enough left of them to bury. We never did find any of Carli's remains.

"What do you think we should do?" I asked Joshua. I know what I wanted to do but Father Ray had taught me to control my anger at times like this.

"I don't know. Why don't you, me, Chantelle and Joseph discuss it first?"

"Sounds fine," I answered him. Then I turned to Chantelle, "Please tell Joseph that Joshua and I would like to talk to him, will you Chantelle?"

"Yes ma'am Captain Antoinette."

It was the first time anyone had addressed me formally since we landed. But it was also the first time since we landed that anything serious enough had come up that needed me to act as captain.

The four of us walked to the shore of Lake Hope. There at the end of the path in a picnic area we have set up, we found Leonard's clothes and Regina's club and lizard skin shorts; she frequently goes topless, but then we all have done so at one time or another. We sat down on some logs in the picnic circle and talked about what we had to do.

As I said earlier, everyone still looks to me as their leader. They also look upon Joshua as a second in command and Chantelle as a security chief -- she has pretty much taken over regulating who will be on what duty and when. But we never made up any rules or set of laws that we would all obey.

True, we have some regulations -- actually nothing more than guidelines -- concerning not leaving camp without weapons or in a group of less than four individuals. Joshua, Thomas and Anthony are the only exception. We also all have fire watch, garbage and shit detail; no one is exempt. Yves has watch and detail when Thomas and his group do it and Beth joins the hunting party headed by Louis when they do it.

But we have never set down any definitive consequences for refusing to do duty or leaving camp unprotected. We never made up a list of penalties to meet out for upsetting the peace of our little community, or even how we would enforce any consequences.

The four of us came to the conclusion that this was a situation in which everyone had to have a say. We decided to let everyone decide what laws we would all have to obey and what would happen to those who broke the laws.

When we got back to camp I immediately went to Doc Yves. He was just coming down the spiral stairs leading up into the infirmary. "How's Leonard, Doc?"

"He's OK. He'll be on crutches for the next several weeks. I had to put 85 stitches in his right thigh. I gave him some pills to lessen the pain. He was lucky; the cut just missed his femoral artery."

"That's good," I said and I meant it.

"I think what saved him is that he told me that he saw the beast out of the corner of his eye coming at him. At the last moment, just as it kicked at him, he jumped to the side. Had he not jumped when he did, I think the dinosaur would have cut his leg off."

"Thanks Doc. Will he be able to come downstairs later this evening?"




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"Sure. He wants to come down now but I told him to stay in the infirmary to rest a bit . . . Toni, I know you're angry but do me a favor will you?"

"Sure Doc, what's that?" The question was moot; I knew what he was going to ask. Yves has come to know me quite well these last several months. We have been drawn close to each other emotionally lately too.

"Go easy on them. They're both pretty embarrassed by the whole thing."

"Sure thing Doc." I then went to see Regina.

Doc Yves was right. Regina was embarrassed to the max. The whole time I talked to her, she couldn't apologize enough. I told her to forget about it, that we all make mistakes. I told her that we were all glad that her and Leonard's mistake didn't cost anyone their life. She hugged me and promised that she would never do anything like that again.

That evening, after we all finished eating RedRunner stew, I called everyone together. The mood was somber; they all knew what I wanted to talk about. Even Fur Ball could sense that something was amiss. He was sitting in Beth's lap, clinging to her as though a carnivorous RedBaronibus was after him again. He jumped every time someone so much as coughed.

"First of all, I would like to say that this afternoon showed me that I have been lax in my duty. I want to apologize to y'all for that. I've called y'all together to help me rectify it. I think it is something we all need to discuss and come to some kind of agreement amongst ourselves."

I paused and looked around. I was walking on eggshells. I knew that as captain, I had the authority to dictate rules and laws to them. But they knew, as well as I, that I had no means of forcing them to obey any rules or laws that I or anyone made up.

I also knew, as I'm sure they also knew that if we all cooperated and worked at it together as a unit, then any rules or laws we made as a group would have a better chance of being followed by everyone. I proceeded cautiously.

"Secondly, I want to thank y'all for foregoing the evening movie and for putting aside your . . . how shall I put it . . . for putting aside your sexual desires and not using the love nests at this time."

I paused again and glanced around. Then, "I think y'all will agree with me when I say that we have a thriving little community here. I'm sure we all want to keep it safe. But we cannot do that if we are all going off in different directions with different goals and ideas."

Leonard squirmed in his seat. I could tell he was in pain. I wondered whether he was as remorseful as Regina.

I turned back to my crew. "We don't have UNESA or UER to dictate to us what we should and should not do. And frankly, I don't want to have to do that, nor do I think y'all want me to do that. But we need to make some consequences for anyone who upsets our Shangri La. Do y'all agree with me so far?"

There were nods of agreement from everyone.

I continued, "There are only two issues we need to look at. One, what laws are we going to obey and two, what will be the consequences for breaking those laws. This is something that we are all going to have to have an input on and agree on."

Again there were nods of agreement from everyone.

It was the longest discussion we had had since we landed here, probably even longer than any we had had with Captain Butler. We started just before nineteen hundred hours and didn't finish until almost twenty-three hundred hours. But in the end everyone was in agreement.

We decided that any and all sex would be performed in the love nests. We made no stipulation on the time of day or night they could be used as we have all used them during the day as well as at night. Nor did we put any restrictions on how many individuals could use each love nests at a time. If anyone wanted to participate in a threesome then that was their business.

True, the cubicles only offer a small measure of privacy and it is a little warm up there. But using the love nests is safer than doing it in the forest where it is dangerous. Besides, each cubicle also has a fan to keep it cool.

Many of us -- myself included -- have also had sex in the shower while on fire watch. But after some lengthy wrangling we voted to stop that as it was too dangerous, both for those individuals on fire watch and for the rest of us depending on them.

We further decided that everyone would carry an axe or hunting knife, their crossbow and their club or spear with themselves whenever they left the camp. Also, no one would leave the camp without at least two or three other people with them.

As for hunting and foraging parties, we all enjoy that so we didn't put any consequences on not going out on them as long as someone didn't decline to go out too often. Besides, if someone decided not to go out, then there was always someone willing to take their place.

Next we decided that no one would be exempt from fire watch and garbage detail except for sickness. Louis asked how we were going to tell if someone were faking a sickness. Chantelle told him that so far she hadn't encountered that problem and that she didn't anticipate it. Then I added we would let Doc Yves be the final judge there.

Everyone agreed to pitch in to help keep the area around the James Cook clean. But there would be no consequences if someone occasionally forgot to clean up after them self. However, if the problem persisted then it would be handled on a one-on-one basis.

Beth asked about fighting amongst ourselves -- she was probably thinking of the time when Vickie let her have it for not cleaning up her mess. I told her I didn't think we had to worry about that but if something like that ever did arise Chantelle, Joshua or I would handle it.

Finally, we all decided that anything else anyone did to upset the peace we all enjoyed such would be handled on a one-on-one basis. Everyone agreed that we would discuss such actions as a group and decide as a group what to do about it.

As for consequences, there were suggestions such as not allowing the malefactor the use of the love nests for a period of time. Josephine suggested that.

Anthony suggested we build a jail but I immediately vetoed that as I didn't want someone locked up if a large dinosaur attacked him. Other suggestions included extra fire watch, food restrictions and no movie.

But what we all finally agreed upon was to make anyone who broke the rules do extra garbage and shit detail -- no one liked doing it and it seem appropriate to everyone. If they were injured or in some way incapacitated then they would do the duty after they healed.

Regina exhibited a tremendous humility and courage and volunteered to do extra garbage duty but I told her to forget about it. The rules and consequences were not retroactive. Besides, I thought she had suffered enough.

Leonard just sat in silence. I again wondered how remorseful he was.

After everyone dispersed I asked Yves if I could sleep with him; neither of us had fire watch that night. I was not only horny after the lengthy meeting but I also wanted someone to comfort me, someone to be close to. We went upstairs but there was already a couple occupying the infirmary. We settled for one of the other love nests. It was the first time the two of us had made love in about a week.

To be continued . . .



A New Beginning Ch. 11



Elizabeth Dee has become the official nurse of Doc Yves. The day Leonard was attacked by the lone Deinonychus everyone perceived just how much Doc needs a permanent assistant. The next evening after dinner we all voted to allow her to stay in camp permanently along with Yves. Neither of them are any good at hunting anyway and Beth can't even cock her crossbow without help.

Now whenever Doc is busy we can go to Beth and get the same treatment for our small cuts and abrasions. Doc even taught her how to sew up a wound. It's not the professional care a person can get on 22nd century Earth but it's better than no health care at all. Of course, we will still go to Doc for serious injuries but we are all glad that we now have two people who can take care of our minor injuries. Thankfully the major ones are rare.

The two of them have also grown close emotionally. When Doc is not having sex with me, he is having it with her; although he sometimes has sex with Veronica and she with Juan. Me, when I'm not having sex with Yves, I'm having it with Chantelle Dawn, Louis, Joseph or Joshua.

But I haven't had sex with Louis, Joseph or Joshua in over a month. Joshua is too busy hitting on Aleks Michelle or Natalie Amiee, while Louis and Joseph usually hit on the younger women.

Chantelle has sex with either me, Josephine Jasmine or Victoria Rose. Both Josephine and Vickie are also bisexual and sometimes have sex with Joseph or Louis. But sometimes Josephine turns to Thomas for comfort and Vickie comes to me when she has some problem that is plaguing her conscience and then we have sex.

The other day we were cleaning up the upper flight deck. We are all responsible for cleaning our own sleeping areas and any love nest we use. But the area around the spiral stairs and the steps leading down to our camping area can get quite dirty sometimes. Anyway while the two of us were cleaning the spiral stairs, I put my arm around her shoulder. I could tell that something was troubling her.

"What's the matter Vickie? You've been sulking around all morning."

"I'm alright Toni."

"Don't tell me that! I can see that something is bothering you."

"I miss talking with my mother. I can't even send her e-mails. Sometimes when I had the graveyard watch on the James Cook I would sneak a call to her over the long range radio. That is, until the lightening bolt knocked it out."

"Yes, I know you did. Butler . . ."

"How did you know?"

"I was the first officer, remember? Both Butler and I knew what you were doing. It was our duty to know what went on onboard our ship."

"And you let me do it?"

"Why not? We figured that using the radio was one of the perks of being the communication officer. Besides, you didn't misuse the privilege. You only did it, what, once or twice a month or something like that?"

"Only when I had the twenty-four hundred to zero six hundred watch and only after all the reports and e-mails were received from MC3."

"So tell me, is that the only thing that's bothering you?"

"Yeah I guess so. I also miss talking to my younger brother."

"You never got married, did you Vickie?"

"No, I was hoping to use the pay I got from this trip to retire on Nuda Earth."

"You too! I had the same plans." I looked at her from arms length.

"I knew there was something I liked about you Toni." She smiled that great big baby doll, dimpled smile of hers.

"There's something else bothering me Toni. Maybe you could answer it for me."

"I'll do my best Vickie. What's on your mind?"

"When exactly did we go back in time to? I mean, did we go back 65 million years, 70 million years, 80 million years or what? Exactly how far back in time did we go?"

"There's no way to tell, Vickie. From the position of the continents and the stars . . ."

"When did the asteroid hit? That's what's got me worried."

"What asteroid? Vickie, you got me puzzled."

"The asteroid that killed all the dinosaurs, isn't it going to kill us too?"

"Oh that asteroid! Don't worry about that Vickie. No one knows when exactly it hit. The 65 million year date is only a rough estimate. The asteroid could have hit any time around that date, give or take a couple of thousand years or more."

"Yes, but exactly how far back in time did we go?"

"The computer tells us that from the positions of the continents and the stars we were thrown back in time about 70 million years. But again, that too is only an estimate and could be off by a couple of thousand years or more."

"OK. I . . ."

"But regardless, that asteroid isn't going hit for several million years to come."

"I just thought the asteroid might hit while we're alive and then we'd live in darkness and death until we all died too."

"I wouldn't let that worry you Vickie. We're not going to die. We've defeated every dinosaur that we've come up against so far and we'll continue to defeat them. You have my promise on that. Now, do you really think that I'm going to let some little old piece of space rock destroy my crew?"

Vickie blushed and lowered her eyes. "I guess not."

"That's my girl." I gave her a big hug.

"Toni, would you make love to me? We haven't made love since before we separated from the living section."

"I would love to make love with you Vickie." We chose the love nest farthest from the hatch. She ate my pussy and then I ate hers.

After, she told me that she was glad she landed with the James Cook but for a while she contemplated staying with the living section. It was Father Ray who convinced her to return to Earth.

Beth's right big toe has become a standing joke among us. Her ankle healed and she can walk alright but her right big toe sticks out to the side a little bit, causing her foot to look similar to an ape's foot. The most sarcastic joke among us is that the dinosaur meat is causing her to evolve into an Australopithecus. This is usually followed by someone asking her if she's going to grow facial hair too. She will good-naturedly jump up and down and answer with a 'hoo, hoo, hoo,' pretending to be a chimpanzee.

Doc Yves has no idea why her toe is deformed. He says he set her ankle bone correctly. He thinks she might have broken a toe too but with no X-ray he can't be sure. Anyway, the other morning Beth demanded to know the name of his insurance company so she could sue him for malpractice.

"Doctor Funnybones, I need the name of your insurance company. My toe is deformed and I want to sue you."

"My agent's business is card somewhere among my belongings. I'll give it to you the next time we have sex. In the meantime, why don't you contact my lawyer? His name is Mr. Sharkosaur of the law firm of Quackosaur, Incompetentosaur and Thiefosaur."

She smiled sardonically at him. "I'd kick you but it would only deform my other foot."

Yves smacked her on her ass.

"Ouch!" Beth answered him in mock indignation. "What's that for?"

"That's in anticipation of your kicking me." He then gave her a seductive smile.

She then went upstairs, rubbing her cheek where Doc smacked her and giving him a seductive look over her shoulder. A few minutes later he followed her.

But their love making didn't last very long. They had been upstairs for only about fifteen or twenty minutes when Regina Aurora came running into camp completely naked. She, Vickie, Josephine, Juan, Louis and Thomas had gone to Lake Hope for some sensuous skinny dipping. After they finished playing around in the water, they all went to the camp area we have set up there for some fun in the sun.

Thomas and Josephine had gone with them to act as guards. I later found out that Thomas performed cunnilingus on Josephine while the others played in the water and then she performed fellatio on him while the others did their thing on the beach. I looked upon their mutual oral sex as a bending of the rules -- the guard is supposed to watch out for alligators and dinosaurs.

That evening while we were all eating supper I casually mentioned that the beach guard is supposed to do just that -- watch out for carnivores. Thomas and Josephine both gave me an apologetic look. I just shook my head back and forth -- my way of letting them know that they really hadn't done anything wrong, although they should have been more watchful of carnivores. Regina hadn't been hurt by a beast attacking the group. She was bitten by an animal she attacked. But my mentioning it was my way of telling everyone that whoever was on watch needed to be more diligent.

Whenever we go to the beach we always have a "designated driver." That is, we always assign someone to sit with the gun or a crossbow to watch over us. The only exception that I know of is the one time Leonard and Regina went there by themselves.

Anyway, while they were lying on the beach doing their thing Regina spotted a gecko under one of the logs we have there. She immediately began to beat it with her club. But the tenacious beast managed to bite her on her left forearm before she could kill it. It wasn't a bad bite; luckily she only needed a few stitches. But she required Doc's services, interrupting his and Beth's love making.

On second thought maybe fifteen or twenty minutes is long enough -- at least for a quickie.

The crossbows work! Yesterday Thomas killed a Marineosaurus with one. He shot the giant right in its left eye. There's no living with him now. He keeps asking everyone, "Hey, did you hear, I killed a Marineosaurus?" Then he beats on his chest with his fists and in a loud baritone voice says, "I am the hunter! I am the champion!"

But we are all happy for him. Me, I'm especially happy because now I know that there's not a dinosaur in the land that we can't kill.

Thomas and his team were out on a hunting party about ten kilometers west of camp; Anthony was with them. They were tracking a small herd of FatherRayius Ceratoptians, the small sauropod with the cross on its head. Suddenly, a giant Marineosaurus came out of the forest between the herd of dinosaurs and Thomas and his team.

It lunged at Regina but Thomas shot it in its snout, right in front of its left eye. The beast turned and headed for Juan, who was standing next to Thomas. Anthony, standing near Regina to the right of the beast, put a bolt in its neck, right below its jaw and Juan shot it in its mouth, just as it was about to bite him. Josephine shot at it with her crossbow but missed, which was uncharacteristic of her. She seldom misses. She later said that she was nervous and rushed her shot.

According to them, the Marineosaurus then seemed to become confused, never having met another animal -- especially one so small -- that was not afraid of it. The king of the land suddenly had his kingship challenged!

It was bleeding from its nose and its neck. It kept chopping its jaws up and down, trying to dislodge the bolt from inside mouth. The monster's hesitation is all they needed. Thomas signaled to Josephine, Regina and Anthony to go to the beast's right while he and Juan went to its left. Everyone reloaded their crossbows and moved into position in the tall grass.

Thomas and Juan got their crossbows reloaded first. Thomas reminded him to aim for its eye. He then took careful aim and shot a bolt right into its left eye just as Juan put one right behind the left eye into the bone near its ear hole. Just as Thomas figured, his bolt went straight into its brain. The beast fell over with a loud thud, frightening the herd of FatherRayius. The Ceratoptians then ran off.

They cut off several large sections of its skin for tanning. Its camouflage coloring will make excellent clothing for us. It will help us blend in with the flora. Then they cut some steaks out of its neck, its side, its hip and its tail. Finally, they chopped its teeth out to make weapons.

We chop the teeth out of every animal we kill. We use the smaller teeth for arrowheads and the larger ones to make knives, axes and digging trawls. Joshua, Thomas and Louis studied some notes I downloaded onto the laptop and learned how ancient man made weapons from stones and bones.

After they cut what they wanted from the beast, the hunting party left the rest of the Marineosaurus carcass for the Daffyducktus vultures and other scavengers.

Later, during a supper of baked potatoes and Marineosaurus steaks -- they have a distinctive taste, something like the sweet and sour pork of Japanese cuisine -- I asked Thomas why he didn't use the .45 pistol to kill the carnivore. He told me that he knew he could kill it with his crossbow. All he needed was a shot at its eye.

He smiled. He must have known what I was thinking and conceded that it was a team effort. He said that had it not been for the bolts the others shot in its mouth, neck and snout then he would not have had the time for the precision shooting he used to kill it. He confessed that he was ready to use the pistol if their arrows didn't work.

Yes, I was worried over whether or not a crossbow could kill a giant dinosaur. But I am more concerned over the safety and health of my crew. I'm sleeping a lot more comfortable these days with the knowledge that we are the "fastest guns in town."

I haven't written anything in this journal for quite a while. I find myself writing in it less and less lately; I'm too busy doing other chores. But I had to write about the killing of the Marineosaurus. And yes, Josephine gave Thomas his massage -- they spent the night in one of the love nests -- and I gave him a month of no duty.

It's Christmas! We all drew names and made each other presents. Doc Yves dressed up like Santa Clause and handed them out. His used red Hawkosaur and RedBaronibus feathers he and Josephine attached to one of his old torn shirts and he used tree moss for a beard. Josephine acted as his elf and wore green and yellow Antoinetteosaurus feathers.

I drew Regina's name. I made her a pouch out of BuckToothus skin to tie around her waist. When she goes out on hunts and food forages she always carries an excess of weapons and tools, a pocket knife, pepper spray, taser gun, hand axe, her spear and spear thrower, a trowel Thomas made for her out of a carnivore tooth and of course her crossbow and bolts slung over her back. She really loads herself down. She says she doesn't mind carrying the extra weight. She wants to feel safe and prepared.

Beth picked my name. She knew I was close to them so she drew me a picture of Captain Butler and Father Ray. I cried and hung the picture in my cubicle next to the crucifix that Father Ray gave me.

Our Christmas dinner was great! We couldn't decide on whether to have Daffyducktus or pigmy hippopotamus. There were ten votes for each and no one wanted to change his or her mind. After debating it over for about a week, we decided to have both. David baked the "bird" and Josephine baked the "ham." We also had the candid sweet potatoes and the last can of peas we voted on previously. Doc Yves cooked these.

Laci Bianca and Veronica Anne collected some mushrooms the day before and Josephine stewed them using an old receipt that her mother taught her -- she had to substitute some of the seasonings. But they were delicious anyway. The only thing missing was topping them off with real butter.

For dessert David made three delicious apple pies from the candid apples we saved. All in all, it was almost like home.

After dinner Christmas night we all sat around watching the 1946 classic movie It's A Wonderful Life, with James Stewart and Donna Reed. Then before we went to bed we listened to and sang along with some Christmas Carols from the music I downloaded before we separated from the living section. That night Doc and I made love in the infirmary.

We all decided when we first arrived that we would not bring any children into this world until we got settled, until we all felt that it was safe enough for them. Since Thomas and his team killed the Marineosaurus -- a little over three weeks ago -- some of the women have asked me whether or not I think its safe enough for children.

While we were all eating supper the next evening I brought up the subject. Then we gathered around and discussed it. We all agreed that we are about as settled as we'll ever be and that it's safe enough for children.

Doc Yves advised us that he still has plenty of birth control pills, patches and IUDs. He also told us that he has over 2,000 condoms he packed with his medical stuff. He then immediately looked over at me with a questioning look on his face. At the time, I had no idea why he looked at me with such a strange look on his face.

I knew that Laci, Beth, Regina, Natalie and Aleks were all anxious to get pregnant; they've all talked to me about it. I'm not sure about the other women. Nor was I sure about myself, whether or not I wanted to get pregnant or who I wanted the father to be. As for the men, I had no idea which ones wanted to be fathers. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves just screwing us women. Typical male.

Later that night I learned why Doc looked in my direction. Everyone was watching the movie of the night, working on some project or upstairs in the love nest doing their thing. He pulled me aside and walked me to the tail of the James Cook. It was a moonless, cloudless night, the stars were very bright. We stood for several minutes just watching the stars, none of the constellations even remotely resembling the sky we were accustomed to seeing.

"Want me to take out your IUD?"

His question hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew exactly what he was asking me. I felt like he was proposing marriage to me. I put my head on his shoulder and whispered, "I would love to be the mother of your children."

"OK, we'll do it first thing tomorrow." Then he kissed me. I kissed him back, not just with the passion of sex but with deep emotion. It was the first time I had kissed a man that way since Butler died. Then we went to the infirmary and made love.

After, lying together and cuddling each other, I realized that Doc Yves was the man I had been searching for. He was the man of my dreams who wouldn't mind if I had a lesbian affair with Chantelle.

So, I guess that's my Christmas present to myself . . . I'll get pregnant. Doc Yves will be the father. I know that because he's the only man I've had sexual intercourse with in the past two weeks and the only man that I'm going to have sexual intercourse with until I'm pregnant.

I'll have oral sex with Louis, Joseph and Joshua but as for good old fashion heterosexual intercourse with them, I'll insist that they wear a condom. That way Yves will be the father of my first child. I'll make a decision for future children and who their father will be when the time comes.

I'm sure it won't be Louis and Joseph and the younger men -- Thomas, Leonard, David, Juan and Anthony. They all seem to prefer the younger women -- Beth, Regina, Akira Carissa, Laci and Veronica. Josephine and Vickie seem to be happy pairing up with Chantelle and occasionally Louis or Joseph but sometime Josephine and Thomas pair up.

Of course, Chantelle prefers to have sex with me and I must admit I look forward to our sexual encounters. Joshua hits on Natalie and Aleks when he's not hitting on me. True too, Laci has sex with all the men; she finally had sex with Yves. Vickie, Regina and Josephine are also somewhat promiscuous. In fact, except for Chantelle, each of us women has had sex with almost all the men.

We have really become one large extended family.

We originally ran four extension cords down from the lower flight deck into our camping area. One is over the kitchen, two over our dining area and one over the shower.

The four lights provide just enough light keep our camping area lit at night, so that we can see to walk around without stumbling over something in the dark. We leave it up to those who are standing fire watch to decide whether or not they want the lights on. Some prefer them on but most of us keep them off; when they are on they attract huge Cretaceous bugs. But because our solar panel does not provide very much electricity, we have all gotten into the habit of turning off lights when they are not it use.




A New Beginning Ch. 11



I apologize for the delay in the update, things have been absolutely CRAZY around here lately. Thanks for your patience, and I hope that you guys enjoy the update. I welcome feedback!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Rogue, Mage and Beth looked at each other, wearing identical looks of shock on their faces. "I can't believe that Marcus is behind the deaths of our parents and grandparents," Mage whispered. 

"Who is he?" Xavier asked.

"He was Grandpa Baylor's best friend from college. If anything happened to both our parents and grandparents before we were eighteen, he would have gained custody of us," Raven answered.

"I remember he made a big stink about Raven not moving in with him after grandpa and grandma Baylor died," Mage mused.

"He must have wanted to gain our powers," Beth murmured.

"Is that possible?" Cole asked.

"Yes. If he could completely gain the girls trust, then there are ways of getting their power gradually, without them even knowing about it," Logan answered for them.

"How could he gain their powers?" Xavier wanted to know.

"He could use a potion," Logan said.

"That foul tasting tea he always made when we'd go over!" Beth exclaimed, snapping her fingers.

"We were always weaker after we'd come home," Mage agreed.

"Grandma stopped trusting him after that," Raven murmured. Beth nodded and studied Raven carefully. 

"You okay Rave?" Beth asked. Raven shook her head and jumped a little when Xavier walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I could really use a stiff drink," Raven commented. Beth laughed and gave her cousin a hug.

"You should go home and rest. Mage and I will become research girls," Beth suggested.

"Good idea," Xavier agreed, gently escorting Raven out of the restaurant.

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- 2 weeks later -

"What do we do?" Raven asked, taking the mug of cocoa that Beth offered her. She caught the look on Xavier's face and gave him a small smile. Cole and Logan in chairs while the girls sat on the couch.

"I don't know. This is a little out of the norm," Beth murmured. Parker walked into the house and set two large bags on the coffee table.

"Dinner guys. All of your favorites," he told them. "And I found this in my mom's attic," Parker added. Beth took the book and fumbled through it.

"His might be helpful," Beth mused. She handed the book to Mage who showed Raven the pages.

"It could work," Raven mused, but Mage didn't look convinced.

"I don't think we should try," Mage said, biting her lip thoughtfully.

"And why not?" Beth and Raven asked together.

"We're talking about Marcus here! We've known him since we weren't even old enough to walk!" Mage reminded her cousins.

"Yeah, but he admitted to trying to kill us!" Raven exclaimed.

"Maybe he's under a spell like Griffin was," Mage suggested. Xavier growled loudly at the mention of the man who'd raped his mate, and, he believed, tricked his younger sister.

"He wasn't under a spell Mage. We cast a spell to reveal the truth," Parker reminded his friend gently. He knew this was hard on Mage, on all of them and he also knew that the girls needed to get over it and do what they swore to do, and to accomplish what they swore to do, they needed to be alive. 

"Maybe he was able to get around it," Mage protested.

"Mage, he wasn't under a spell and there is no way to get around that spell is if they were able to kill one of us and end the link," Beth said firmly. Mage sighed but nodded.

"I know," she admitted finally.

"So we need to come up with a plan," Raven looked at her cousins, then at Parker and finally let her gaze rest on Xavier who stared back at her with a look that was a mix between concern and anger that an old family friend was putting Raven and the girls through the pain.

"Rave?" Xavier said quietly, walking into the bedroom later that night. He smiled when he saw her asleep on the bed, her hands resting on her expanding abdomen and he hoped that the stress of discovering an old family friend was trying to kill her.

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"Raven?" Beth called, walking into her cousin's house. Beth found Raven sitting on the floor with Jenny working on putting the shapes back into the shape-o-toy that Marie had given her when Raven and Xavier had mated.

"Hi Beth," Raven greeted.

"Jimmy and Mage are working on finding a spell to figure out exactly what Marcus is up to and how to stop him," Beth told Raven as she sat down next to her.

"I can't believe the bastard is trying to kill us!" Raven snarled angrily.

"Keep calm Rave, you'll upset Jenny and you'll upset the baby," Beth carefully touched her cousin's belly.

"It's hard to stay calm. He wants us dead," Raven grumbled.

"I know," Beth sympathized. "But Jimmy and Mage are good at the book stuff, they'll figure out how to stop him," she added. Raven nodded.

"I need to get out for awhile, I've been cooped up all day. Xavier won't let me outside without someone here. Would you go for a walk with me and Jenny?" Raven to know.

"Sure!" Beth exclaimed. She stood up and helped Raven stand before lifting a toddling Jenny into her arms. After Beth changed Jenny's diaper while Raven packed up the diaper bag and wrote a note for Xavier, the two cousins left the house and took off down the lane.

"Flowers!" Jenny babbled, pointing to a patch of yellow, pink and red tulips. 

"Very good Jenny," Raven said with a smile. 

-Meanwhile-

"Rogue, we're at the hotel," Griffin said softly, shaking Rogue awake. She sat and stretched before turning to look to see where they were.

"I keep thinking I should call my parents to let them know I'm safe," Rogue whispered.

"I'm sorry Rogue. It isn't too late to back out of this," Griffin told her.

"Yes it is. I'm in love with you Grif. My heart isn't a toy," Rogue retorted angrily.

"I know babe," Griffin soothed, tucking a strand of hair back behind Rogue's ear. "Let's go get some rest, things will look clearer in the morning," he added.

"Yeah, maybe," Rogue sighed, getting out of the car. She waited for Griffin while he grabbed the luggage before they walked into the lobby to reserve a room.

"This is a nice room," Rogue observed as Griffin carried the bags inside. 

"I love you," Griffin's voice was full of emotion as he dropped the bags just inside the door and pulled Rogue into his embrace.

"I love you too," Rogue whispered, turning in his arms to face him. She moaned as Griffin's hands slid up the inside of her shirt to cup her breasts as he kissed her deeply. She squirmed as he slid his hands around her and unhooked her bra before pulling it away from her slowly, then returned his hands to her breasts and pulled on her nipples gently. "Grif," she whispered as he pulled the shirt over her head. 

"I'm here and I'm never leaving," Griffin promised before bending down to suck gently on a pointed nipple. Rogue whimpered and reached for Griffin's belt buckle, stopping only when her cell phone rang. "Ignore it," Griffin groaned as he felt Rogue pushing away.

"I can't, it's Beth," Rogue told him, looking at the display on her cell phone. "What's wrong?" Rogue wanted to know, flipping her phone open.

"Raven's missing. Xavier put up one hell of a fight, but the bastard knocked him out with one doozy of a spell. He's in a coma. We need your help Rogue, and Griffin's," Beth said in a rush.

"We'll be home first thing in the morning," Rogue promised.

"We can't go home, you've been banished and your father will try to kill me again," Griffin reminded her.

"Not during times of an emergency. Beth couldn't have called without permission, not after the trouble she was in just for helping to remove the spell from you," Rogue told him. Griffin sighed, not really wanting to go back to the town, to the pack that had caused so much pain, but he knew he couldn't deny her this; the desire to help family was too deeply ingrained in who she was. Griffin knew he'd sacrifice his happiness for her, even his life.

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"Mom?" Rogue's voice was quiet and she was grateful for the gentle squeeze Griffin gave her. Marie turned around and gave her daughter a tight hug.

"I'm glad to see you Rogue," Marie murmured.

"Where's dad? How's Xavier? Is there any word on Raven?" Rogue's questions flowed out of her like water down Niagara Falls.

"I'm right here," Dominic said. Rogue turned and swallowed hard.

"How's Xavier?" Rogue wanted to know.

"Still in a coma." Dominic hesitated, knowing that what he was about to say would displease Marie greatly, but he knew it had to be done. Pack order could not be disrupted. "I'm glad you came back to help, but you need to know that this changes nothing," Dominic told her. Rogue sighed sadly.

"I figured as much," she murmured.

"There's nothing new about Raven's location," Beth said from behind Dominic, her hand tightly enclosed in Cole's. The rest of the Black clan was standing behind her, Sydney pushed past Cole and Charles and pulled Rogue into a tight hug.

"I need to talk with Beth, Rogue and Griffin alone, right now!" Sydney exclaimed. Dominic growled but allowed the named parties to walk into a conference room.

"What was so important?" Dominic demanded to know, hoping the gruffness of his voice hid the concern he felt at seeing Rogue's face as pale as it was.

"Griffin isn't really were," Sydney said, giving her sister a sympathetic look.

"What do you mean? I've seen him shift!" Dominic exclaimed. 

"Like when Griffin was evil, his ability to shift and physical characteristics of being were are just a spell. One I can remove, but not without help from Mage and Jimmy." Beth hesitated. "I also need the permission of an Alpha to do the spell," she added. Dominic opened his mouth to say that he would not offer to help his unwanted son when Marie spoke from behind him.

"Does it have to be the Alpha or can it be the Alpha's mate?" Marie wanted to know.

"Either Mom, in this case, your permission would suffice," Cole answered for Beth. 

"When can this be done?" Marie asked.

"The sooner the better. I can call Parker now and have him meet me at my house," Beth said.

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Raven looked around the dark room she was being held in and tested the chain that shackled her to the bed she was laying on. The chain was strong and it would take most of her strength to break it, even if she did use a spell. The twins sapped so much of her energy that she wasn't sure if she would be able to muster the strength to free herself.

"Don't even try to break free my dear Raven. There is a powerful spell around the chain. It will kill you if you even attempt to escape, and with your death, comes the death of your unborn abominations," Marcus' voice rang out from the scaffolding at the top of the room.

"Let me go Marcus or my family will kill you!" Raven shouted.

"They have to find us first!" Marcus challenged. Raven turned to look as a door near her bed opened and a young man walked into the room, stopping just short of her bed. "You will obey me my dear, or your children will be cut from your womb and slaughtered like the animals they are. Then, when they are healed, you shall be taken as many times and in any way that Gore sees fit before you are disposed of. After, of course, I do a spell to transfer all of your power to me," Marcus told her, laughing dangerously. Raven swallowed and placed her free hand over her large belly as one of her children kicked hard.

"What happens to my babies if I go into labor before I am found?" Raven asked, praying silently that Xavier would find her.

"I'll mail them back to their father. I have a large cat carrier here just for such an occasion. If you're a good girl and do as you're told, I'll deliver them to your husband while they are still breathing," Marcus answered. He headed for the door in the corner of the scaffold. "Gore will unlock the chain when you need to use the toilet and for daily exercise, but I warn you, he'll kill you if you try to escape," Marcus added before leaving. As the door closed behind him, Gore gave Raven an evil smile, showing off just a hint of fangs.

"I will help you to the bathroom," Gore said, unlocking the chain and helping her up. Raven swallowed hard as she eyed his fangs warily before walking around the one corner to where the toilet was located. As she sat down on the rickety seat, Raven sent out a distress signal that could be picked up only by her cousins. "Please hurry," she whispered, standing up and returning to the main section of her cell.

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This is the end of A New Beginning, but don't worry, I will be continuing the story in Rogue's as she will be playing a key factor in saving Raven. Thanks for reading!

Ashira



A New Beginning Ch. 11



I came down early one morning and the light over the shower was on. The zero four hundred to zero six hundred watch had just gone upstairs; it was still kind of dark out. I was the only one downstairs. Not only was the light on over the shower, someone was showering. I couldn't see who because the door was leaning against the shower and blocking my view.

I was curious to know who was showering at this hour of the morning so I called out but no one answered me. I called again but still got no answer. Then the thought hit me that someone left a shower spigot turned on. I went over to the shower and to my surprise saw Curious playing in the water. The mischievous PrimusPrimate answered me with a screech. It seems he has been watching us shower and learned how to turn on the water as well as the light! You just have to pull a string for the light.

We then took the advice of Aleks and put another rope hinge on the door and a more secure latch on it. Joseph removed the on/off knobs from the spigots and hung them on pegs and shortened the string for the light. Aleks walked around the rest of the morning with an I-told-you-so look on her face. But soon we were back to bathing in front of everyone again; the rope hinges broke again after about ten days.

Laci still hasn't grown completely accustomed to bathing with everyone watching her. Most of the time, she will just shower without a door as most of us do. But every now and then she will meticulously lean the door against the shower frame. Some jokingly say it's when she has PMS. But I doubt that that's the reason. I think it's whenever she just wants some private time in the shower.

The PrimusPrimates are very intelligent animals. I am not surprised that the primates became the masters of intelligence. They learn quickly and frequently imitate our tool use. A couple of months ago Sue -- Laci named her after her older sister -- learned to pick up a hammer and crack open nuts with it. Lately, some of the others have followed her example. Washoe often comes up to us with his hand out begging for something to eat. We named him after Washoe, a female chimpanzee of the Twentieth Century and the first chimpanzee to learn sign language.

They have also picked up some bad habits. Boss Hog will pick up a stick every now and then and use it to hit one of the other proto-primates. We now have to keep our in-camp weapons, particularly our crossbows, where they cannot get their hands on them -- we keep the crossbows loaded for security. They are like little children and have to be protected from themselves.

But they still won't come inside the James Cook. Boss Hog is responsible for that. He watches his troop very closely. Whenever he sees one -- especially a female -- going near the stairs he runs over to it and scares it away from the steps. None of us has been able to figure out why he doesn't want any of his troop to go inside the James Cook.

But he doesn't intimidate Fur Ball in the least. Some of us are wondering whether Fur Ball will be the troop's next leader. He already bosses all the young PrimusPrimates around. Anthony is worried that Boss Hog might kill Fur Ball if he perceives him to be a threat to his leadership. We keep Boss Hog away from Fur Ball.

Six Bambiraptors came into camp early this afternoon. The paleontologist who named them did a perfect job; they're beautiful. Their bodies, necks, arms and upper legs are covered with forest green feathers; their tails are adorned with gold, black and deep purple feathers. Their coloring reminds me of Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Their heads, lower legs and clawed hands are emerald green and featherless. Except for the coloring and the sickle-shaped claw on their foot, their lower legs look like chicken legs.

It must have been about fourteen hundred hours. The camp was nearly deserted. Anthony, Joseph, Aleks, Chantelle, and Veronica were out on a hunt. Louis, Akira, Vickie, Beth and David were on garbage and shit detail. Joshua, Natalie, Thomas and Juan were off getting bamboo for crossbow bolts; the grove is only about a fifteen minute walk from here.

Regina was in the infirmary with Doc getting her hand bandaged up. She cut it skinning an opossum that Natalie killed; it wondered into camp the night before.

That left only me, Josephine, Leonard and Laci downstairs. I was teaching Laci how to prepare a Bucktoothus skin for tanning. Josephine was preparing a vegetable stew. Leonard was just lounging around. He says that leg hasn't completely healed. Maybe he's right; who am I to judge how much pain he is in.

Having the camp nearly deserted like that is typical. Although quite often a number of us are out foraging, hunting, gathering firewood or working on some project, we've never left the camp completely deserted.

Our latest project is partitioning off a section of the lake with bamboo for fishing. We voted against building a wall of logs around camp -- the semicircular wall of plastic containers we erected when we first landed here seems to be sufficient. Instead, we decided to erect a fence in the lake that lets the fish swim through but keeps the monsters out.

There is no need to build a wall around our camp. The monsters that we haven't killed usually stay away from us. So, a couple of months ago we voted to erect a barrier in Lake Hope that would keep the alligators and Gatorhogs out of our fishing area. The project is about two thirds of the way through.

Anyway, it's a slow project because none of us are all that inspired to work on it. First of all, when we do go fishing there is always a guard who carries a crossbow and/or the gun. Secondly, alligators and Gatorhogs usually leave us alone too.

When we aren't doing any of those things that keeps us busy, frequently there are a bunch of us who just go out exploring. So, having only five or six people in camp is nothing new.

The six Bambiraptors acted as if they owned the place. The nerve of them! They just wondered in, squawked at us a couple of times and proceeded to nose around. They were looking for food, not our food. They were after our PrimusPrimate friends, who all ran to safety in the top of their tree. Except for Fur Ball; he took to Laci's shoulder.

The little dinosaurs then surrounded Laci. She grabbed a club -- which coincidentally had a raptor's sickle-shaped raptor claw on the end of it -- and stood her ground. Josephine and Leonard each grabbed one of the small crossbows we keep in the kitchen. I picked up a meat cleaver.

I wasn't worried about these carnivores. These chicken sized dinosaurs were no threat to us. The four of us probably could have chased them off. But I doubt that that would be the end of it. They would continue to come back.

To prevent that, we all decided when we first got here that we would kill any carnivorous dinosaur -- no matter how big or small -- that wondered into camp. Other than a couple of exceptions -- for example, the Hooters and the Purple Dragon -- we have kept to that decision. It was our way of establishing ourselves. Besides, it's also an easy way to get meat.

So, the four of us each chose one of the Bambiraptors as a target.

"Leonard," I said, "you take the one on the left. Laci you take that one closest to you."

"Don't worry about me," Laci interrupted me. "I want this little bastard right in front of me." Fur Ball was couched low on her shoulder, hiding in her hair and peeking out at the Bambiraptors.

"I got this one in my sights," Josephine added.

I took the one closest to me. "OK, on cue we all strike at the same time. Whoever kills theirs first goes after the other two."

It's a good thing the dinosaurs couldn't understand us. They had no idea what we were planning. They continued to stalk around Laci, eyeing Fur Ball. I guess they figured we were no danger to them. Either that or they're a lot more fearless than I figured -- or a lot more stupid.

"Now!" I yelled. The six of them were dead in less than a minute. Josephine and Leonard clubbed the fifth and sixth ones to death after shooting their targets with their crossbows. I had trouble with mine. The little monster wouldn't die. I hit it three times with the cleaver. I finally hit it on the side of its head with the broad side of the blade, knocking it unconscious. Then I chopped its head off. Laci killed hers with one whack with her club.

Later, Josephine added two of the Bambiraptors to her vegetable stew for supper. Everyone said that the Bambiraptors tasted like chicken. But I'm sure that's because they look like colorful roosters. We smoked the rest of them.

But it was good that the beasts came into our camp because Anthony and Joseph and their team didn't find any game; which was rare. It's not often that a team goes out on a hunt and then comes home empty handed, especially if Anthony is along with them. He jokingly claimed that he gave the dinosaurs a break and that's why he didn't see any game. We all laughed and teased him.

The next morning Beth gave me a hat she made out of the purple, green and gold Bambiraptor feathers. She said that she had been to Mardi Gras once and loved it. She knows I'm from New Orleans and she thought I would enjoy having a Mardi Gras hat. I cried when she gave it to me.

I now wear it when I go out on hunts and food forages. I can't wear it in camp because it frightens the PrimusPrimates. Everyone says I look like I'm ready for Mardi Gras, with my Bambiraptor hat, camouflage Marineosaurus bikini shorts and bare breasts; I'm usually topless as are most of us women.

We've all lost weight. Everyone jokingly says its David's, Doc's and Josephine's cooking. But we all know better. We only have two official meals a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. We are all usually too busy during the day to stop and eat. Searching for food, gathering firewood, making something, fixing something or learning a new skill, it all takes up our time.

We can't go to the local store to buy what we need. We have to make it, gather it, capture it or fix it. True, we have a lot of leisure time. But when we do work it really burns up the calories. On top of that we don't have any salt or sugar or the other fattening food additives. The only sweetener we have is honey. Hence, we have all lost weight.

I'm glad for it though. I have not looked this good or felt this good since I was in college!

My hunting and foraging party killed a Triceratops Rex! Joshua didn't go out with us; he was down with a fever. Chantelle went with us instead; she had the .45 pistol. Anthony didn't go because he had garbage detail. We were about 10 kilometers northwest of camp in an area we had not previously scouted. It was Leonard's first time out since his accident. He walks with a limp.

We had come upon what looked like a cornfield; it covered about three quarters a football field. The stalks looked like cornstalks but the ears were shaped more like pears, fat on the end coming out of the stalk and thinner on the other end. Also, each ear had far fewer kernels on them. Nor were the ears completely covered with husks as are corn ears I am accustomed to seeing.

We started to gather some when we came upon a strange looking quadruped. It was brown with green spots and a green tail that resembled the stalks of corn. It was about as big as a Basset Hound and looked somewhat like one but with orange buck teeth. But it wasn't a mammal. It was a small sauropod and I'm sure we were gathering its food. It grunted at us when it saw us. Then it ran away. Natalie, Chantelle and I were the only ones who saw it. Leonard and Laci were busy gathering the corn.

Anyway, Natalie and I tried to follow it but discovered that it ran under some rocks that formed a small cave. We were debating whether or not to try and dig it out when Chantelle came up to us with her first finger on her lips, signaling us to be quiet. She had the .45 pistol in her other hand.

She pointed to our right. There standing at the edge of the field and sniffing the air was a Triceratops Rex. I whispered for her to use the gun only if our crossbows didn't work. She put the pistol in its holster.

I guess it picked up our sent because next it came charging right toward the three of us. I slipped my crossbow off my back and was preparing to shoot it when I saw Laci and Leonard aiming at the beast. We all keep our crossbows loaded when away from camp just for such emergencies.

Laci and Leonard were to the carnivore's left and both shot at the same time; one bolt hit it in its neck and another hit it in its snout.

The monster stopped in its tracks and began to come after them. Then Chantelle, Natalie and I all took aim at the theropod. Chantelle and I shot our crossbows at the same time and Natalie a second later.

Natalie hit it in its lower jaw, my bolt hit it just below its right eye and Chantelle's right in front of its eye. The beast stopped again and looked in our direction. It let out a gurgling sound and shook its head back and forth several times; seemingly trying to dislodge the crossbow bolts.

As with Thomas and his team, the animal's hesitation is all we needed. We all reloaded. Natalie and I, using the cornstalks for cover, began to creep up on the monster. I hollered to Laci and Leonard to do the same. Meanwhile, Chantelle circled around to the front of the beast.

When we were all in position, I gave a shout and we all shot at it at the same time. A second bolt hit it in its left snout and one bolt hit right in front of its left eye; those were from Laci and Leonard. Chantelle's bolt went right into its nose. Natalie hit it right behind its right eye and I put one right in the center of its right eye and into its brain. The monster fell over dead with a loud thud.

Although Natalie said that the lethal bolt was hers, I didn't try to correct her. I was just glad that we women proved we too could kill a giant carnivore. I was even happier that another monster had fallen, a victim to our superiority.

What does Genesis chapter one say, "I've given all the beasts of the earth to be your food," or something like that. I'll have to look it up in the bible that I downloaded onto the laptop.

We skinned it, cut out some steaks, chopped out its teeth and left the rest for whatever animal wanted to eat it. We named the sauropod Cornosaurus. I hope it appreciates that we rid the area of another carnivore.

Then as we started to head for home I threw up. I felt queasy the rest of the day but passed it off as jitters over the scare we had just had. But the next morning when I threw up again I was sure I had joined ranks with Laci, Beth, Regina, Natalie and Aleks.

I'm pregnant.

Laci and Beth are just over two months each and Regina is about six weeks. Natalie and Aleks each missed their periods a couple of weeks ago. Yves ran tests on them both and confirmed what they already suspected.

After I threw up, Doc ran a test on me and congratulated me on being the sixth woman to be with child. I'm happy as a lark. Oh! Doc Yves is also the father of Beth's child. I don't know about the other women.

I've since talked to Josephine, Veronica, Vickie and Akira. They all say that they are going to get pregnant. They are just waiting for the right moment with the right man.

The men killed another Marineosaurus! Joshua, Thomas and Anthony were out on a hunt by themselves. It was a Wednesday and most of the rest of us were fishing and swimming at Lake Hope. We were all swimming in the nude. Regina, Juan and Leonard were standing guard with crossbows. Leonard still walks with a limp. Doc says that he'll probably do so the rest of his life. Doc Yves, Beth and Josephine stayed in camp.

While we were swimming a Daddy Long Legs theropod came snooping around our camp looking for something to eat. This is a very small carnivore that eats mostly insects. But it will eat anything, including small mammals and our fruits and vegetables.

Although these dinosaurs are mostly a pest, the PrimusPrimates scamper to the top of their tree whenever one comes around. Of course, when one does come into camp we keep to our word and kill it.

It is a solitary creature, measuring about a meter and a half from the tip of its serrated beak to its long tail. It has meter long legs, arms that are almost just as long and three sharp claws on each hand. I named it. Except for some of its coloring, it reminds me of a long legged pink flamingo.

Its hands, feet and face are black and featherless. But the rest of its body is covered with pink, white and light grey feathers. It flaps its arms up and down whenever it chases a flying insect, reminiscent of an Antoinetteosaurus.

As soon as Boss Hog screeched an alarm Fur Ball climbed up onto Beth's shoulder and hid in her hair. There he stayed until Josephine killed it with a shot from one of the hand crossbows we keep in camp. Then she added it to a stew she was preparing.

Anyway, I looked up the beach and saw Joshua, Thomas and Anthony returning from their hunt. It was early, which told me that they had gotten something. When I first saw them, I wondered what they killed that could be added to our evening meal -- at that time I didn't know we had been visited by a Daddy Long Legs.

Akira and Aleks, the only ones fishing, weren't having much luck. Louis, Joseph, Veronica, Natalie and Vickie were stirring up the water playing a sensuous game of touch tag.

It's a water sport we modified to fill our special needs. Those playing the game are not allowed in water deeper than their knee. The person who is tagged "it" has to touch, pinch or grope their target on the ass or the breast in order not to be it any more. Of course, the men always go after us women. I guess that's to be expected. But we all love it and every time we do play the love nests are full to capacity that night. That's to be expected too.

David and Laci were lying together on the beach. Chantelle and I were off to the side discussing my pregnancy. We were also making plans to spend the night together; we haven't had sex together in almost a week. That's mostly my fault. I've been spending a lot of time with Yves lately.

Getting back to the Marineosaurus, when they got a little closer, even though they were still some two hundred meters away, I knew they killed something big when I saw them coming down the beach. Thomas was waving a large tooth over his head. Chantelle was thinking along the same line as I was.

"I hope Thomas didn't kill another Marineosaurus," she said with a slight frown. "There surely will be no living with him now."

"Maybe they shot it with the .45," I answered her, hoping that it was either Joshua or Anthony who killed the beast.

"I don't care what they shot it with as long as it wasn't Thomas," Chantelle continued.

"Well if it was Thomas, I'm sure he'll do like he did when he killed the first one. He'll brag a little bit and then accept that it was a team effort."

By now I could make out the Marineosaurus skin that Anthony had slung over his shoulder.

"Let him have his moment, Chantelle. After all it's not everyday that one of us gets the opportunity to kill a monster."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, my love."

Thomas was all smiles when he greeted us. I was greatly surprised when he bragged that Joshua killed the Marineosaurus with one shot. He was so excited that had he not given credit to Joshua, a person would have thought that he was the one who killed the dinosaur.

"You should have seen it Toni. The monster didn't stand a chance against the three of us. We crept up on the dinosaur ever so stealthily. Then Joshua killed the beast with one shot from his crossbow."

He paused. Then he threw his fist into the air and hollered out, "We are the champions! We are the champions!"

I looked at Joshua. He just smiled and held up a large steak for me to inspect.




A New Beginning Ch. 11



That evening at supper they told us of their adventure.

The three of them were stalking a small herd of hadrosaurs along with an accompaniment of Antoinetteosaurus. They were debating among themselves whether to kill a juvenile hadrosaur or an Antoinetteosaurus when suddenly a Marineosaurus came on the scene. The monster was also stalking the hadrosaurs.

They immediately decided to kill the Marineosaurus instead. I'm sure Joshua was thinking of the time we saw our first Marineosaurus; when we were attacked by the Hawkosaurs. I'm also sure he talked Thomas and Anthony into going after the beast. But then knowing them like I do, I don't believe Joshua had to do very much arm twisting.

Anyway according to them, the Marineosaurus singled out an adult female that seemed to walk with a slight limp. It bit the helpless creature on its neck, killing it. Then while it was feasting on its prey, the three of them maneuvered into position. Joshua, with the .45 ready just in case they needed it, was to the carnivore's left; Anthony and Thomas were to its right.

On cue from Joshua they all shot at the same time. Anthony hit the animal right behind its jaw, in its neck and Thomas in its snout, right in front of its eye. But Joshua shot his bolt right into the beast's eye. It fell over with a loud thud. They skinned it, cut out some steaks and chopped out its teeth. Then they left the rest for the scavengers.

We all congratulated Joshua on his kill. He just characteristically shrugged his shoulders as though it was all in a day's work. I'm very proud of him.

To be continued . . .



A New Beginning Ch. 12



All eleven of us women are now pregnant! I haven't recorded anything here for several weeks but I thought I would take note of this exciting occasion. In fact, over the past several months about the only time I have recorded anything here is when something interesting happens.

Six of us are all well into our pregnancies. Laci Bianca and Elizabeth Dee are due to deliver next month and Regina Aurora in about two months. Natalie Amiee, Aleks Michelle and I are due the month following that.

We are so much into our pregnancies that Doc Yves won't let any of us leave the camp. Nor will any of the other men. They claim that it is too dangerous. They treat the six of us like we were delicate mantel pieces. Typical "expectant" father.

So, we stay in camp and do "household" chores. But I'm not one to be a slacker. Since the men won't let us women go out hunting and foraging, we women won't let them stand fire watch. We told them that it was only fair. They shouldn't have to do all the work. Besides, I promised them that if anything dangerous came into camp then whoever was standing fire watch would wake them. They all readily agreed.

Of course, it didn't take us a lot of persuasion to get them to agree. The two chores we all hate are garbage and shit detail and fire watch. Although it only takes about a half an hour to do the detail whereas fire watch is two hours long, between the two tasks I would rather do two fire watches than just one garbage detail. Nor do I think that I'm alone in that preference. We all really hate garbage detail. The worst part is the smell and fighting the roaches, bugs and other pests out on the lake bed. I guess that's the price we have to pay to live in Shangri La.

The evening we sat around and discussed the issue, a couple of the men also suggested that we women let the men do garbage detail. Their reasoning was that we shouldn't lift heavy loads. But most of the other men didn't want us to "forgo doing our duty," to use their words. They countered that the heaviest load was the waste from the James Cook, which isn't all that heavy -- only about ten kilograms. We women reluctantly agreed.

So, the women on the hunting and foraging teams now consists of Chantelle Dawn, Victoria Rose, Akira Carissa, Josephine Jasmine and Veronica Anne. But if the men have their way even they won't be able to go out foraging in the near future. Vickie and Veronica are both two months pregnant, Akira is six weeks and Josephine missed her period two weeks ago. Yves examined her the other day and said that she's about a month pregnant.

In case you're wondering, United Earth Space Agency provided Doc Yves with quite a number of pregnancy tests just in case some careless woman onboard the James Cook got pregnant. As with all voyages longer than three months, UNESA warned all the women onboard to be careful about getting pregnant as it would be very difficult to take care of any children born while in space on a long voyage. Yves brought all the tests with him. 

Father Ray advised all the women who stayed with the living section to allow Dr. Yves insert IUDs in them. They all followed his guidance.

But I'm ecstatic over Chantelle. After I got pregnant she came to me and asked me for my opinion on what she should do.

She hadn't had sex with any of the men. She's only had sex with the bisexual women, Vickie, Josephine and me. But she wanted to be a part of our extended family and didn't feel that way because she wasn't pregnant.

I want to point out that none of the men have ever tried to have sex with her. They all accept her lesbianism and have never tried to bond with her. She emphasizes that she doesn't miss having sex with them, nor does she feel mistreated or neglected. They also accept my, Josephine's and Vickie's bisexuality and don't object when the three of us have sex together or with Chantelle.

But Chantelle wanted to add to our family by having a baby. She even talked about having a baby while we were still out in space, on our way to Europa. She wanted to settle down with me on Nuda Earth and then go to one of those clinics to be impregnated in vitro.

Anyway, she asked me what I thought she should do. I told her that she should just pick one of the men and ask him if he would like to be the father of her child. She selected Joseph. She said he seemed to be the most understanding and someone whom she could relate to. It took her two tries, both several weeks apart.

After each encounter with Joseph, she could hardly wait for Doc Yves to run a pregnancy test on her. The night before Doc gave her a second pregnancy test we slept together. We got up early that morning and showered together. It was great until she threw up while I was washing her back. After we cleaned up the mess, she looked at me with her big brown eyes and started to cry.

We hugged and through her tears she said, "Oh Toni, do you think I'm pregnant? I missed my period the other day."

"When Doc wakes up we'll get him to do another pregnancy test on you. Then we'll know for sure."

"I hope it's a little girl. I want a little girl."

I just smiled at her. I was very happy for her.

"Just think. If you have a little boy and I have a little girl . . . well they could grow up and have their own children. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"It would be more than wonderful. It would be great," I answered her.

Now she's three months pregnant.

Yesterday morning Doc Yves pulled his first tooth since returning to earth. Well, he didn't actually pull it; he knocked it out. He left all his dentistry equipment onboard the living section of the spaceship. He knew he wouldn't be able to fill a tooth after landing, so there was no point in bringing the stuff. He advised us to chew the sap of the sweetgum tree to help us keep our teeth clean.

Besides, he says this dentistry skills weren't all that good. He only received a nine week training course just before leaving MC3. The only reason UNESA gave him that was so that they wouldn't have to hire a dentist.

So when David developed a tooth ache, he didn't have any tools to do anything. He had no alternative other than to knock the tooth out.

He had Anthony whittle the end of a small piece of tree branch down to the size of David's premolar. He placed the peg against David's tooth and hit the peg with a hammer. It was over in a flash. But David didn't feel a thing. He was too drugged up.

We found a plant that Doc uses as pain killer. It looks something like mistletoe with its little white berries but these berries are larger, about the same size as a cherry. Also, its leaves are bigger. The juice from the berries is a very potent drug.

If you rub the juice from the berry on your skin, it deadens your skin for about an hour. In fact, just picking the berries causes your fingers to go numb. Eating just a couple of them are enough to put you to sleep for several hours -- they are very bitter and leave your mouth very dry. Doc named it Drugberry.

Anyway, he rubbed the juice from a Drugberry on David's gum. After a few minutes, he started banging away on David's premolar. Like I said, David didn't feel a thing.

That's enough for now; I'll write more later. It's late, almost zero four hundred. I'm on fire watch with Chantelle. Our watch is almost over. She wants to sleep with me when our watch is over in a few minutes. I don't think we'll have sex though. Having sex while I'm pregnant is too uncomfortable. So, the two of us will probably just snuggle up next to each other. I like doing that; it gives me a feeling being needed and loved.

This afternoon Laci gave birth to the cutest little girl I've ever seen and Beth followed a couple hours later with a beautiful baby boy. Beth's boy is the spitting image of his father. She named him Yves. Then she added a middle name, Adam, because he is the first "man" born in the New Earth. We are all very excited.

Laci's baby girl has her mother's mouth and chin but her eyes and nose clearly belong to David. She named her first daughter Eve Marie, saying that she felt obligated to name the first girl Eve after Beth named the first boy Adam. She named her Marie after me. I was touched.

After that, the men stuck to their word and wouldn't allow any of us women leave camp except to go to Lake Hope to go fishing and swimming. We had to fight for that. It took almost an hour of discussion before the men finally gave in.

We women stood our ground; none of us wanted to be cooped up in the James Cook all day or even in camp. Right now, going to the lake is the only diversion we have in our daily activities. It's a time to relax and unwind. We all love to go skinny dipping. So, whenever we go fishing we almost always go swimming after or end up playing a sensuous game of touch tag amongst ourselves.

Swimming in Lake Hope is more refreshing than a shower. In fact, if the weather is good, several of us will frequently walk to the lake just before sunset and bathe there. Both Laci and Aleks say that it's a lot easier than fighting the shower door. We tease them over that, especially Laci. When she goes she will frequently do as we all do and walk there in the nude, wearing only her dinosaur skin shoes and carrying only a towel and her crossbow.

We've gone swimming there since almost day one here -- ever since we discovered that there were no monstrous dinosaurs or alligators lurking there. Everyone loves it, especially our skinny dipping and sensuous games of tag. We women weren't about to let the men take our only leisure activity away from us -- that's how our skinny dipping and sensuous tag got started!

A couple of the men thought that the strain of walking to the lake might harm our unborn babies. But I reminded them that it's only about a five minute walk to the lake. It's more of a chore to do garbage detail.

Finally after about fifty minutes of discussion, I looked over to Doc Yves, who had been quiet during most of the debate. I gave him an imploring look. He nodded and then told the men that as long as we didn't over exert ourselves once we got to the lake, then he saw nothing wrong with us walking there to fish or swim.

Later that evening I told Doc that I was going to sleep with Chantelle that night. From the look he gave to me during the debate over us women going to Lake Hope, I thought that he wanted to sleep with me, even though we wouldn't have sex. But he said that he wanted to sleep with Beth and their new baby. He is a very understanding man. We all are.

That's the kind of relationship we all have here. None of us are jealous of each other. None of us have "claimed" someone or something as their own property. For example, we have eighteen crossbows; one for each of us who goes hunting. But we keep them hanging on pegs inside the James Cook and whenever we leave camp, we just grab one. Although each of us usually takes the crossbow made specifically for them, no one complains if someone uses "their" crossbow.

We share everything, including and especially our "lovers." But then with just twenty of us here, that's the only way we're ever going to survive as a group.

Since the men will only allow us women to go to the lake, we have been doing a lot of traveling back and forth to it. We all bring our crossbows and spears or clubs along with us. One or two of us will stand watch for alligators while the others hunt for fish. We seldom come back empty handed. When the fishing is done we play tag.

Regina's baby girl was born last night! It's been a week since little Yves and Eve were born. Regina's water broke while we were watching a 1962 movie; To Kill A Mockingbird starring Gregory Peck. I've read the book. It's an excellent story that teaches of the evil inherent in ignorance, prejudice and racism.

Anyway, Doc Yves and Beth ushered her into the infirmary while Chantelle babysat Yves Adam. The rest of us were too excited to finish watching the movie so we called it off until the next evening.

Regina delivered about three hours later and named her new baby girl Niño Esperanza which is Spanish for Hope Child. Regina is not sure who the father is; she thinks its Juan. She looks just like Juan, both Regina and Juan are Spanish. On the same evening Niño was born Beth asked Doc Yves to circumcise Yves Adam.

There are only the two hunting and foraging parties now, both minus us women. The morning after Niño was born, Joshua's new hunting party went west looking for game and Anthony's new hunting party went north hunting and foraging. Anthony's party came back about noon with three Daffyducktus and five sacks full of fruit and vegetables, enough to last us more than a week.

They found a fruit that resembles coconuts. They're not really coconuts but we call them that because that's what they taste like and what they look like. But their skin is more like avocados; tough but not as hard as a coconut. They are also much smaller than a coconut. They are about the same size as a large onion and they have four large seeds inside them.

Joshua's party came back a few hours later with the carcass of a small souropod that we had never seen before. Except for its coloring, at first we thought it was a juvenile Apatosaurus that they killed or possibly an overgrown Cheshire cat.

Its neck was almost 1 meter long and its whip-like, tapering tail was a little over 2 meters long. It stood 1.5 meters at its hip and it had a head about a half a meter long. They first discovered the dinosaur in a grove of "crabapple" bushes. They weren't crabapples; they just looked like them but tasted like lemons. They also picked some of the crabapples for us.

Anyway, this green souropod with orange and red spots on its back was eating the crabapples. As Joshua's party was attempting to sneak up on the beast for a better shot at it, it must have caught their sent. It ran out of the grove and into a nearby field. It then began to whip both its head and neck back and forth.

According to Joseph, this motion could easily confuse a predator as it might not know which end was the head and which was the tail. Meanwhile, its tail was producing a loud crack, which they said sounded like a shotgun blast. None of the hunters wanted to get near its dangerous whip-like tail.

They formed a semicircle in front of the beast and each shot for its heart. It took all four of them -- Joshua, Joseph, Louis and Leonard -- to put a crossbow bolt into its heart before it collapsed dead. After, they gutted the beast and trussed it up to carry it back to camp. Then they collected two sacks of the crabapples. The Whiposaurus tastes something like turkey.

I'm due in a week or two and my belly is so extended that I can barely move around. It's such a chore for me to get around that I've even given up going to the lake. Yesterday, I felt so bad I didn't leave the James Cook until about fifteen hundred hours. Chantelle brought me some baked fish and biscuits for breakfast around ten.

After I came downstairs, I just lounged around for about an hour or so. Then I ate some Daffyducktus, potatoes, honey and bread for supper and went back upstairs to my sleeping area. They say your first pregnancy is the worst. I hope they're right.

Aleks and Natalie both have cramps. Yves ordered the three of us to just sit and relax until our babies are born. The only good thing about it is that Doc took the three of us off garbage detail. None of us objected.

Chantelle killed an alligator all by herself! It was a monster of an alligator, almost 5 meters long. It entered our fishing and swimming area with, as Chantelle said, hunger in its eyes.

Most of the women had gone fishing and swimming. Natalie, Alex, Beth and I stayed in camp with the babies; Doc was with us also. The rest of the men were all hunting.

The gator was able to enter because we still haven't finished the fence. I guess that's because Gatorhogs and alligators seldom bother us. Besides, what we have built so far is sufficient to trap fish, making it easier for us to spear one. Most of us believe that the fence we have is enough. I don't think it will ever get finished.

I can't remember how long it's been since a Gatorhog came into our area. The last alligator to come into our area of the lake was over three months ago. It was only about a meter long. I don't remember who shot it. I hadn't gone to the lake that day. Chantelle and I stayed in camp working on some hides.

The two of us are close but our pregnancies have drawn us even closer. We do a lot of things together now that previously we hadn't done together.

This most recent alligator was swimming ever so slowly toward the women who were spear fishing. Chantelle, Akira and Vickie were standing guard with their crossbows. They were discussing their pregnancies but Akira and Vickie had their backs turned toward the entrance of the fence we have in the lake.

Let me point out that the part of the lake that we have fenced off for our fishing and swimming area is an oval about fifty meters wide by about twenty meters out from the shore at its farthest. The bamboo fencing runs from the shore on both sides out toward the middle. The middle five meters is the only part that is not fenced in. There is a small, smooth rock almost dead center of the oval. Those who stand guard sit on it.

Anyway, according to Chantelle the alligator was heading straight for the other women. She said she hadn't noticed it approaching the women until it was about three or four meters from them. But she took careful aim and shot her bolt straight into the gator's head, right behind its left eye.

The gator violently splashed in the water, frightening the women. It turned over a couple of times. Then it floated belly up; it was dead. Chantelle just looked at the other women and smiled; her crossbow was already reloaded and ready for another shot if she needed it. Chantelle is the best shot among us women, better than some of the men. She seldom misses her mark.

They asked her why she didn't warn them of the approaching alligator. She answered that there wasn't time. She didn't see it until after it had already entered our fishing and swimming area. Besides, she knew she could kill the beast with a bolt from her crossbow.

Since we've killed a couple of monsters with our crossbows, several of the crew has become more brazen when attacking dinosaurs, even the smaller ones. I hope that no one gets careless. Whenever anyone goes out hunting I always remind them to be careful.

Anyway, the women dragged the gator onto the shore, gutted it and carried it back to the camp along with the fish they caught. That night we had a choice of fried alligator, baked fish or stewed Hawkosaur for supper. Anthony's team killed two Hawkosaurs on their hunt. Joshua's team just collected some corn and crabapples. What meat David, Yves and Josephine didn't cook for supper they smoked. Naturally, I ate the alligator along with some potatoes from our garden.

Natalie gave birth to a beautiful baby boy this morning. She woke up complaining about four in the morning. Doc Yves and Beth helped her into the infirmary. Justin was born about an hour later. Natalie said that she named the child after her own father. He looks just like Joshua except for his hair and his eyes. He has Natalie's green eyes and his hair matches her long, naturally red hair.

The next day the rainy season hit us. At least I'm going to call it a rainy season. It rained every day, all day for nearly two weeks, maybe ten days. I really didn't count. I think it skipped only one day. Don't get me wrong. I love the rain. Everything smells so fresh after a good afternoon shower. But everyday for more than three or four days in a row is too much for me.

During that time no one did any hunting except for Joshua, Anthony and Thomas. It was too wet to do any hunting. We ate from the food we had in the smokehouse and our garden. But the three of them did manage two hunting and foraging trips. The first time they went out they came back empty handed but the second time they killed a Chantelleosaurus.




A New Beginning Ch. 12



That evening Doc Yves circumcised Justin and Joshua.

My baby girl was born three days after it stopped raining and Aleks gave birth to a boy two days later.

When I woke up I knew my baby was going to come sometime that day. I talked to Doc Yves. He put me in the infirmary and told me to just stay there until I delivered.

Wouldn't you know it, when it came time to deliver he was in the camp area joking around with Joshua. Beth and Chantelle were with me. Chantelle called down to him to come up. My baby was born a few seconds after he climbed the steps of the James Cook. I had a cramp, I pushed and my little girl just popped out. Everyone was surprised that I delivered so fast, especially me and Doc Yves.

Two days later I was in the infirmary. I was still bleeding a little and Doc Yves was examining me; he wanted to make sure everything was alright. But no sooner had he determined that there was nothing wrong with me when Aleks came into the infirmary. Her water broke while she was sitting down making crossbow bolts. Beth helped me off the table and into one of the seats from the James Cook, while Doc Yves helped Aleks onto the table.

She had a hard labor but delivered about two hours later. Her boy -- which she named Joshua -- is just the opposite of Justin. The baby has Joshua's hair and eyes and the rest of him belongs to Aleks.

I named my baby girl Dawn Marie, after Chantelle's middle name and my mother's first name. I don't know who she looks like but everyone says she looks just like me. When I told Chantelle that I named the child after her she cried.

While Aleks was in labor, Beth helped me to my sleeping area. Dawn was with Chantelle. The way my lesbian lover acts you would think the child is hers. She is as proud as any mother could be. She showed my baby to everyone in camp. I have to practically beg her to give Dawn back to me so that I can breastfeed her.

But I am overjoyed that Chantelle has taken so to my baby. I can hardly wait till hers is born. That's about five months away.

Dawn is three days old; right now Chantelle is playing with her. Everyone is watching the evening movie, a 2122 romantic-comedy, Wedding Bells. It's about all the things that can go wrong when planning a wedding. It won all kinds of academy awards when it first came out. But I'm not interested in watching it. Besides, I want to write about Joshua's hunting trip and the nice scare we had late this afternoon.

Joshua's team had just returned from a hunting trip. We were all sitting around listening to their tale of how they killed a Stegoknob. Dave and Josephine were frying some steaks from the Stegoknob. Chantelle, Beth and Regina were babysitting. Natalie, Leonard and I were working on an alligator skin we were tanning. Anthony shot one yesterday at the lake just outside our fenced off area.

All of a sudden there was a loud popping noise. Well, it wasn't a loud pop; it was more like a loud swish. But it was enough to give us all a scare. It even scared the PrimusPrimates. They all scampered to the top of their tree. It also frightened Fur Ball. He climbed up onto Beth's shoulder and hid in her hair. He had been watching Beth breastfeed Yves Adam.

Fur Ball has really taken to our babies. Whenever any of us is nursing our baby he will sit and watch almost as if he were in a trance. When one of them begins to cry he will cover his ears and screech. He sits on the fence we have around the nursery -- we've fenced off a small area next to our dining area and use it for a nursery -- and watches the babies all day.

He won't let any of the other PrimusPrimates come anywhere near the babies. As soon as he sees one of the others coming near the fence he will chase it off with a stick. Whenever he does that, Boss Hog will watch him intently. We are all of the opinion that Fur Ball will someday rule the troop, if Boss Hog don't kill him first. Like I said, we keep Boss Hog away from Fur Ball.

None of us can figure why Fur Ball has taken so to our babies. The standing joke is that our babies are the only humans his size.

Anyway, for several seconds no one knew what the source of the noise was. We all looked from one to the other. At first, I thought that David or Josephine had accidently thrown something on their cooking fire. But when I asked them, they both denied it. Then Thomas discovered the source of the "explosion."

It seems one of the James Cook's tires couldn't take the pressure any longer and just gave out. Joseph had let some of the air out of all the tires soon after we landed. But apparently he didn't let enough out. He and Doc Yves went and inspected the blown tire.

"I can bandage that," Doc called out. "Nurse Beth, get my emergency kit."

"No you can't," Joseph answered him. "I'm the chief engineer here. That's my job. Let me do it."

"Nooooo!" hollered Thomas jumping up from the table, "fixing tires is a job for 'Super Construction Man.' Let me do it."

"Out of my way you rascals, can't you see that this is an emergency? Nurse Beth, hurry up with that emergency kit."

"But I'm Super Construction Man. I'm here to saaaaave the daaaaay," Thomas sang out.

Joseph answered him, "You can't save the day Super Construction Man. The day's almost over." He then grabbed Doc's nose and pinched it. He tried to do the same to Thomas but Thomas got his ear first.

"Someone call the police?" Doc said. "This man's attacking me."

"I'm Super Construction Man; I'll saaaaave you." Then pointing to Chantelle, Thomas called out, "Officer, arrest the Doctor for attempting to bandage a tire without a Cretaceous license."

The three of them then proceeded to give us their rendition of the Three Stooges. We watched a movie of the mid twentieth century vaudeville, slapstick comedy team the other night.

They put on a great impromptu show. They had us all laughing. In the end they decided to let all the air out of the other tires. Joseph "complained" that the spaceship will never fly again. We all laughed.

As for the Stegoknob, Joshua's team came upon a small heard of them just northwest of our camp. Joshua, remembering his first encounter with a heard of them, told his team to give them a wide birth. They were doing just that when they noticed a juvenile that had wandered away from the heard.

For several minutes they debated among themselves whether or not to kill it or go after some other dinosaur. It was about thirteen hundred hours and they hadn't seen anything all morning. They decided to kill the Stegoknob.

Again, I don't believe Joshua had to do very much arm twisting to convince the others on what to do. When out on a hunt most of us will usually follow his advice. But any time he has a choice between a large dinosaur or a smaller one, he will almost always go after the larger beast. I guess that's to be expected of our best shooter.

This time Joshua made sure they were upwind of the dinosaur. Then they split into two groups. Joshua and Leonard were on the beast's left, Louis and Joseph on its right. On cue from Joshua, they all shot their bolts into the animal's head.

One bolt hit it in its right snout and a second went into the right side of its neck, right behind its jaw. Another bolt hit it directly behind its left eye and a fourth bolt hit it in its left eye. I'm sure that bolt was from Joshua's crossbow but he didn't own up to it. But then that's just like him.

The Stegoknob let out a cry and then fell over dead. Joshua immediately pulled out the .45 and prepared to shoot any of the other Stegoknobs that looked like it was going to attack them. But they all ran off.

I am very happy with the way our little community is prospering. Fruit, vegetables and game are abundant. We have plenty of fresh water. Doc Yves has a plant that he can use to help him ease our pain and he's started to look for other plants that he can use for medicine. He brought his microscope and he says that he has a vague idea of what to look for. He adds that he took a course on medicinal plants and herbs while in college.

Some of us are already talking about teaching our children their alphabet and arithmetic. Whenever they go out hunting and foraging, the men have also started to look for slate or some other smooth rock that we can write on.

I think we're going to make it.

It's late. I've got to feed Dawn. Then we're going to bed.

Chantelle, Beth, Regina and Vickie have more or less become our babysitters, nannies if you will. While the rest of us go about our daily chores, they take care of the babies. The four of them just sit in the nursery with the children and play with them while they make crossbow bolts, sew dinosaur hide together or do some other mundane chore.

Chantelle and Vickie can't do anything else anyway. They are both due in a couple of weeks and can hardly move around. Also, Veronica is so big that Doc Yves confined her to bed until her baby is born. Whenever she does come downstairs, she just sits in the nursery or at one of the dining tables. Her baby is due in a couple of weeks too.

Doc Yves says she might have twins. He says that he can hear two heartbeats with his stethoscope. But he can't be sure without an ultra sound.

Vickie has become our resident pyromaniac. At least that's what everyone teasingly calls her.

Whoever gets up first will usually throw some wood or bone onto the fire. That's frequently me, as I'm almost always the first one up; if I'm not sick or something. Sometimes Doc or Vickie will get up before me. At such times they will replenish the fire.

While adding more wood to it, twice now she has almost caught our kitchen on fire, once about a month after we got here and then again this morning. The first time the kitchen table was burned so bad that David and Yves had to build another one out of bamboo. To Vickie's credit that fire really wasn't all her fault.

The night before David had spilled some grease on the table and didn't thoroughly clean it up. When Vickie got up she naturally put some more wood on the fire. Then she went upstairs to go to use the toilet. When she came back downstairs the whole bamboo table was on fire; it sits right next to the fire pit.

She screamed, "Fire! Fire! Come quick!" waking us all up. Louis and Joshua each grabbed a leg of the table and pulled it out from under the James Cook's wing. Luckily they were able to pull the table out from under the James Cook before the fire spread any further. Louis had a small burn on the back of his hand and Joshua's hair was singed a little bit but that was about the only damage other than the table. It was totally ruined.

David told everyone that it was his fault but Vickie wouldn't let him take the blame. She confessed that she should not have gone back upstairs without making sure the fire wouldn't spread beyond the fire pit we have for it.

David and Josephine built the rock lined fire pit when we first landed. It took them a few days to finish it. It's about three meters long by about one meter wide. It has three spits, each equally spread apart and running across the width.

"I think we ought to have three spits instead of two David."

"Why? Two are plenty enough. Besides, if we have three there won't be enough room for the oven Joseph intends to build for us next week."

"We can put that on the far end next to the smokehouse Joseph is going to build for us." Then turning to me she asked, "What do you think Toni, should we have three spits or two?"

"Don't get me involved in your argument Josephine. But since Doc is helping y'all cook now, maybe you should ask him."

"We can't he's upstairs bandaging up Laci."

"Maybe you're right Josephine," David cut in. "With three of us cooking for twenty people it might be better to have three spits. We can keep the backside of the pit for heating water cans, the kitchen table next to the near end, across from our patio and eating area and the smokehouse and the oven near the far end."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you David. I also think we ought to make it longer."

"OK, but it'll be more to clean out and I think we ought to exempt Doc Yves from cleaning out the ashes. He's got he James Cook's windows he has to clean off every two or three days."

"That's alright by me," Josephine answered him. "After we clean out the ashes we can shower together," she added rather sensuously. David just smiled.

David and Josephine have to clean the pit out about once every month. That's a chore I don't envy. It's not a hard job. They just scoop the cinders out, put the refuse in a bucket and throw it on the garbage heap out on the lake bed. But the two of them get full of soot and ash whenever they clean out the fire pit. That's what I wouldn't like.

After they finish, they take a shower together. That part I would like. Doc doesn't help them. He has to clean the windows of the James Cook about every two or three days. So while they clean the fire pit, he cleans the windows. Then he joins them in the shower. Yes, the two of them take turns screwing Josephine after they wash each other off.

Anyway, David had spilled the grease all over the rocks, the table and on the ground around the table. When Vickie threw some more logs on the fire, the grease caught on fire and quickly spread. We were lucky; we only lost a table.

Thankfully this morning's fire wasn't nearly as destructive. Vickie came downstairs and threw a log onto the fire. Again, she went back upstairs to use the toilet. This time she said that she checked to make sure the fire wouldn't spread. But she hadn't noticed a BuckToothus skin someone left on top of a water can.

When she came back downstairs the skin was smoldering; there was smoke all over the place. She picked it up with a stick and threw it into the pool near the tail of the James Cook. But as she was carrying it to the pool, Louis came downstairs. Remembering the other time she caught the table on fire he jokingly asked her if she was again trying to burn down our camp.

Now we all call her Ms. Pyromaniac. She calls us all lazy firefighters for not wanting to put out the fires she starts.

Chantelle gave birth to a beautiful baby boy this morning. The child has Joseph's nose, mouth and chin but the rest of him is all Chantelle. She named him Joseph. Joseph is proud as a peacock.

As she did with Dawn, I paraded him all around the camp and showed him to everyone. When I brought him back to Chantelle she asked me if she could hold Joseph and Dawn together. Then she nursed them both, one sucking on each of her breasts. She's going to make a great mother.

Two days after Joseph was born, Vickie gave birth to a very large baby boy which she named Louis. Louis is his father; that's what Vickie says anyway. No one is sure who the child looks like. Vickie says he looks like her own father. But I think he has Vickie's eyes.

It was a hard birth. Vickie was in labor for ten hours. The whole time Louis was pacing back and forth and around under the James Cook. About every ten or fifteen minutes he would come upstairs and ask, "has she delivered yet?" In exasperation, Doc Yves told him that he would let him know the minute the baby was born but if he came upstairs again to inquire about Vickie or the baby he was going to give him a sedative.

Doc Yves was about to perform a Caesarian and was talking it over with Beth when Vickie finally delivered.

Six days later Veronica gave birth to two baby girls, twenty minutes apart. The older one has black hair and the younger one has red hair. She said that she is pretty sure that Anthony is the father. They both look like him. She named the first one born Jacqueline and the other girl Juliet, after her two younger twin sisters.

None of us are worried about who exactly is the father of our children. We all treat all the children as our own. We've discussed this topic a couple of times now and we are all united in our desire to raise the children as one large extended family. We want to teach the children that it doesn't matter if we are a society of twenty people or twenty million people we are all dependent upon each other for peace to prevail.

We all feel that is the best way for us to survive. We all believe that only by sharing what little we have and living together cooperatively will we be able to develop a prosperous community. It's the only way we'll ever be able to overcome the beasts.

We want to teach our children that while each of them is unique and deserving of love and respect, we are all one people; each with different likes, dislikes and personalities. We want to teach them that they can each have their own personal goals but collectively we all have to have the ultimate goal of eradicating ignorance, hate, prejudice and other evils.

But more importantly, we all have the same hopes and dreams for our children's future. We all want them to grow up safe and happy. Toward this end, we've all come to a consensus that if we teach all the children that we are all their parents then they'll grow up as a close knit society. They will develop the idea that we are all one people, one family.

Doc Yves came down with a fever the evening after Jacqueline and Juliet were born. He had a high temperature and kept breaking out in cold sweats for two days. At one time or another almost all of us have caught this "bug." Doc Yves says that he does not know what it is. He's sure that it's a bacterium unique to the Cretaceous Period.

He took some saliva and blood samples from everyone who has caught the disease. After looking at it under a microscope, he said that it looks like a miniature paramecium but with little appendages that look like toes. He confesses that bacteriology wasn't his strong suit in medical school.

As he did with everyone who caught it, he quarantined himself in the infirmary and told us all to keep our babies away from him. He took some antibiotic pills and after two days his fever broke. The next morning he was fit as a fiddle. He stayed in the infirmary another day just to make sure he didn't infect the babies or any of us with whatever he had. But it seems that once you get infected you are immune to further infection. Doc is not sure.

I woke up this morning with the strangest dream. I normally ignore my dreams. But this one . . . well I thought I would write about it.

I was tracking a Marineosaurus and came upon a meadow. There towards the center was a giant Marineosaurus. I aimed my crossbow at the beast but it cowered down; it was afraid of me. It begged me not to shoot it. I then ordered it into its bamboo cage. It begrudgingly crept into its cage, cursing me the whole time.

I locked the cage and then grabbed it. Suddenly it the cage was the size of a baseball and the Marineosaurus had turned into a roach. I threw it onto the garbage heap. I could hear it cursing me and crying. It wanted me to let it out of its cage.

Ignoring its pleas, I turned around. I was back in my mother's high rise condominium. I was a little girl again but Dawn Marie and Little Joseph were with me. I was breastfeeding them both. Then I woke up.

If I remember correctly, this adventure started with a dream of me swimming in the nude with a gorgeous hunk of a man in a tropical lagoon. Well that dream came true . . . sort of. While Doc Yves isn't "Mr. Universe," he is pretty good looking and I do swim in the nude with him -- and everyone else.

I wonder if this dream will come true. But then I can't see me locking up a Marineosaurus in a bamboo cage. I'd kill it.

Akira gave birth to a fat baby boy last night. She said that Leonard was the father. She asked him if it was alright with him if she named the child after her father, Chan Xing. Leonard said that it was alright with him. He then jokingly asked if she was going to name their second boy Leonard. She blushed and said yes. She's very passive and giving but she has a strong spirit from which she draws her strength. I admire that.




A New Beginning Ch. 12



The morning after Chan was born Doc Yves circumcised Joseph and Louis.

Eight days after Chan was born, Josephine's little girl was born. She looks like Thomas, her father, but she has Josephine's eyes. Doc Yves said the child was about two or three weeks premature. He wrapped the child in BuckToothus skin to keep it warm. We were all worried that it might not live.

But after a lot of tender care from Beth, Josephine, Doc Yves and really all of us the child pulled through. A week after the girl was born Josephine named her Zambia after her native country. She said she didn't want to name the child until she was sure she would live. That night Doc Yves circumcised Chan.

The next evening all nine men abandoned us and built a huge bonfire just beyond our potato garden. They then began to dance around it singing "For we are jolly good fellows," over and over again.

They passed around a jug, pouring some drink into everyone's cup. Then on cue from Joshua they all said, "To our children." They raised their cups and drank whatever it was they had in the jug. Next, Thomas hollered out, "We are the champions! We are the masters of the world!" They all then drank another toast. They danced and sang songs and had a party of sorts. We women just stood and watched them make fools of themselves.

David then brought the jug over to us. It was some beer he had been secretly fermenting, saving it for when all the babies were born. He made it out of wheat using some yeast that he had been culturing -- Yves discovered some about three months ago. David said that his grandfather taught him how to make beer years ago. He just looked up beer making on the laptop and it all came back to him.

It tasted pretty good but it wasn't cold. When the fire finally died down, the men came back into the camp. None of them were drunk though. David hadn't made enough beer.

We now have 12 babies, six boys and six girls. They range in age from the youngest, Zambia, at one week, to the oldest, Yves Adam, at seven months. The children are of four different races -- black, white, Asian and Hispanic. They are all healthy and growing strong.

Our future looks good.

To be continued . . .



A New Beginning Ch. 13



I mentioned earlier that every now and then we just go exploring our world. Joshua, Thomas and Anthony want to go to the other side of Lake Hope and explore it, to see what kind of wildlife it harbors. They figured it to be about a three day journey around to the other side. From the photos we have of it from space it looks to be oval, measuring about forty by sixty-five kilometers. Then they would stay there at least six or seven days and then another three days coming back.

Most of the women are against them going. They don't want to be without the protection of the men for two weeks, especially if they take the pistol with them. Although I believe it's just a chauvinistic, immature adventure, I'm more or less neutral as long as they leave the gun here -- the three of them are excellent shots with their crossbows.

In fact, all of us who go hunting are excellent shots with the crossbows. We all practice shooting with them at least once or twice a week and everyone except Laci Bianca and Veronica Anne can hit a bull's eye with almost every shot. But on a zero to ten scale I'd give both women an eight point five, maybe nine.

Anyway, the subject of Joshua, Thomas and Anthony going exploring for two weeks gets "tabled" every time they bring it up. I think that's because most of the other men side with the women. If it ever comes down to a vote, I'll probably vote against them going.

But I'm not worried because one exploring adventure by Chantelle Dawn, Regina Aurora, Leonard and Laci gave us all a scare and at the same time helped solve their adventure problem.

None of us wants to be away from camp at night. It's too dangerous because some of these monsters can see better in the dark than we can. So, no matter where we are, we all head back to camp as late afternoon approaches.

Every now and then a party will come in after dark. But those instances are rare and even then they will be in within an hour or so of sunset. Sometimes a hunting and foraging party will take one or two of the five rechargeable flashlights with them if they think they might come in late -- like when Joshua, Thomas and Anthony go out for a night hunt. But those instances are also rare. I also want to point out that the three of them stay close to camp and only go to known areas whenever they do go out on a night hunt.

Anyway, long after sunset, Chantelle and her party still hadn't come in. We knew that they didn't have a flashlight with them and we were all worried. By twenty hundred hours we all figured they were holed up somewhere. None of us wanted to even consider the alternative.

Nothing like this had ever happened. Their absence was felt by all. The mood of everyone was very similar to that when Sam, Valarie and Carli were killed. Doc Yves suggested a movie about the evil inherent in vigilante justice, the 1943 classic The Ox-bow Incident, starring Henry Fonda. But no one really watched it. Half way through it he turned it off and no one complained. We all felt that bad.

All of us were hoping, sitting up watching and jumping up at every little sound coming from the forest around us. As twenty-two hundred approached, no one had even used the love nests. I had to practically order everyone to bed. I reminded them that we would all have to have a good night's sleep in case Chantelle and the others needed our help.

I took little Joseph, Chantelle's boy, Beth took Eve Marie, Laci's little girl and Vickie took Niño Esperanza, Regina's daughter. Then we all turned in for the night.

I didn't have a fire watch that night but I might just as well have had one. I was up it seems every hour. I finally dozed off about zero three hundred. Before falling to sleep I resolved that I would form a search party as soon as the sun came up. I didn't know where I was going to look. All I knew was that they had gone east along the edge of Lake Hope. My friend and lover was out there and I wanted to help her.

I woke up a little after zero eight hundred with a start. I usually get up around six but the sleepless night I put in caused me to miss my own wakeup call. Dawn was still sleeping at my side but little Joseph was gone. Then I remembered Joseph coming to get him, saying something about feeding him.

I hurriedly put on my Marineosaurus shorts. I still sleep in the nude as do most of us. Even with the fans blowing it's still rather warm in the James Cook. Then I headed for the stairs with Dawn sucking on my nipple.

Halfway down the steps I heard her voice. I looked under the wing between the strips of parachute hanging down. Chantelle and her team were sitting down eating a breakfast of hadrosaur eggs and fried duckbilled platypus. She was breast feeding little Joseph. She stopped in mid sentence, looked up at me and waved with a sad, please-forgive-me smile on her face.

I quickly excused myself with the statement that I had forgotten something upstairs. I went to my sleeping area and broke down. I was still crying tears of joy when she came to me. She put her arms around me and Dawn.

"Chantelle, I was so worried about you. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if you were dead or lost or . . ."

"Hush my love. I know you were worried about me," she ran her fingers through my hair. "I was worried about you worrying about me. But I'm here now."

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," I cried into her bare shoulder.

"Hey, aren't you the strong one between the two of us? Isn't it you who usually comforts me?"

I looked up and smiled at her. Chantelle wiped my tear streaked face with a towel. "Come on downstairs with me," she said. "We killed a couple of duckbilled platypuses on the way in this morning. You can eat your breakfast while I tell you all about our adventure."

Before I even sat down Leonard disclosed, "We killed a juvenile pigmy hippopotamus yesterday afternoon and were on our way back to camp when we spotted a cave overlooking the northeast end of Lake Hope. We left the hippo at the bottom of the cliff because it was too heavy to lug up the steep incline to the cave's mouth."

Laci interjected excitedly, "You should see it Toni. The mouth of the cave is about thirty meters above the beach and is about three meters high by seven meters wide. The climb up the right side of the cliff is very difficult."

"But the view is breathless," Chantelle added. "Off to the left we could see a high plateau about twenty kilometers north of the lake with a waterfall spilling over its edge and into the forest below."

Laci exclaimed, "Except for the lake, there was nothing but greenery and blue sky as far as we could see."

"About fifteen kilometers farther down the beach we saw a river that fed into the northern edge of the lake; presumably the river came from the waterfall," Regina said.

Leonard continued, "Nestled into the cliff above us we could see numerous birds' nests. We explored the cave but didn't go too far into it as we didn't have anything we could burn to use as torches. But we resolved to return if only to raid the bird nests for their eggs."

Chantelle said, "When we started to come down from the cliff there was a pack of nine Dromaesaurids waiting at the bottom. These raptors were larger than a Deinonychus but smaller than an Utahraptor. They were adorned with feathers just like other raptors we've seen except the almost completely featherless Utahraptor. Their heads, hands and feet were featherless but the rest of their bodies were covered with feathers."

"The feathers of theses carnivores were white," Laci said. "But some of them had a sprinkling of black feathers on their chests and mingled within their tails."

Anthony guessed that these latter were the males and the others were the females.

According to the group the dinosaurs had already eaten the pigmy hippopotamus and were sniffing the air for more. Chantelle ventured a guess that the carnivores also picked up their scent because they kept coming to the area where she and the others started their climb up the cliff.

There the monsters would sniff around some more and then bark up in their direction. Laci said that these animals didn't really bark. According to her it was more of a cross between the squawk of a parrot and the caw of a crow.

Anyway, Chantelle and her party knew they couldn't come down with the Dromaesaurids waiting for them at the bottom. The approach the exploring party took up the cliff only allowed them to ascend in single file and their descent would also have to be single file. Such a descent would allow the carnivorous theropods to pick them off one at a time as they descended.

They debated among themselves whether or not to try and kill the beasts with their crossbows. But they figured the raptors were all out of their effective firing range. I've mentioned that we are all excellent shots but that is shooting at a dinosaur that is only about fifteen or twenty meters away for most of us. Joshua, Anthony, Thomas and Chantelle, our best shooters, are good for up to about twenty or twenty-five meters.

These dinosaurs were just over thirty meters below them. So, they had to wait the beasts out. But the Dromaesaurids didn't leave until just after sunset when they were chased away by a pack of marsupial wolves, which stayed around for another hour or so just sniffing the remains of the hippopotamus as well as the approach up the cliff.

Our friends said they then debated among themselves whether or not to try and get back to camp; it's a two and a half hour journey away from here. They decided that without a flashlight they knew better than to try and make it in the dark, even walking along the beach.

As I said earlier, there are several large, nocturnal carnivores we hear at night prowling around. So, they decided to spend the night in the cave. They knew we would all be worried about them but there was nothing else they could do. None of them slept much during the night either.

The end result of their little exploring adventure was twofold. First, we all realized just how much we depend on us all staying together as a unit. There are only twenty of us. If that number is reduced by four or five, that will increase the workload for the remainder of us considerably. For example, tanning hides, hunting parties, making crossbow bolts and weapons all take several of us to accomplish.

Then we have to have a minimum of eight people for fire watch. We could probably get by with four individuals. But no one wants to spend fire watch by themselves just in case a monster comes snooping around -- thus eight are needed. Thankfully, a nocturnal carnivore visiting us has only happened twice in all the time we have been here and neither incident came to much.

The first time Juan and Natalie Amiee were on the twenty-four to zero two hundred watch. All of a sudden, a giant carnivore came into our camp and started to tear open the smokehouse. Neither Juan nor Natalie got a good look at the beast; they had the lights off.

They didn't admit it but I'm sure the reason they didn't know what kind of animal it was, was because they were too busy making love in the shower when it came into our camp. But even if they did admit it, I knew I couldn't admonish them for it; we all did it. It was before we made the rule of no sex in the shower.

Juan sent Natalie upstairs to wake up Joshua and Thomas and a couple of others and to get the .45; she woke everyone. By the time we all got downstairs the beast had left. But not before destroying our smokehouse and eating all the meat we had in it. Juan didn't try to kill it because he didn't have sufficient weaponry. He could only find two hand crossbows, a meat cleaver and some spears.

We rebuilt the smokehouse, making it twice as large as the first one.

The second time it was a pack of eight marsupial wolves. Josephine Jasmine and Victoria Rose were standing the zero two hundred to zero four hundred fire watch. The beasts came in looking for food but quickly attempted to surround Josephine and Vickie. The two women managed to get to the stairs. Vickie went upstairs to wake us while Josephine stayed on the steps and held the carnivores at bay with a spear. Can you believe her bravery?

Anyway, from the steps, Anthony shot a wolf with his crossbow. Seeing their comrades die put a little scare into the rest of the wolves; they backed off a bit. That gave the rest of us time to come charging down the stairs, frightening the seven remaining wolves away. We named them Night Wolves.

But getting back to what I was saying. We try to give those who stand fire watch the next morning off, especially those who stand it the six hours between twenty-four hundred and zero six hundred.

If several of our numbers leave for an overnight exploring trip and with eight others standing fire watch, that leaves barely enough people to gather firewood, hunt for and gather food, cook the food, garbage detail, clean up, make arrowheads or tan hides and numerous other little jobs that must be done.

True, some of these chores aren't done everyday but if the exploring party is gone for several days . . . well it would make it extremely hard for those who stayed behind.

So, the little exploring party of Chantelle, Regina, Leonard and Laci effectively killed forever Joshua's plans to explore the other side of Lake Hope. At least until the children reach an age where they can join the hunting parties and help out with the chores.

However, the afternoon the exploring party got back Joshua, Anthony, Leonard, Laci and Juan took the five rechargeable flashlights and explored the cave quite extensively.

At supper that evening they said that with a little fixing up, it would make a great retreat or second camp. This was the second outcome from the exploring party's overnight stay. The rest of us were all anxious to see it for ourselves, to see if we could use it as an overnight retreat or second camp.

The problem was that while we were discussing that we also discussed whether we could all abandon the James Cook for a day and go visit it. Most of the women were against that, me among them. Most of the men wanted us all to go together in one group.

They claimed that we had enough crossbow bolts, firewood, bone, smoked meat and other foods and supplies stored that we could afford to lay off one day and relax. They believed that we could make the visit to the cave a group outing.

Those of us who wanted to go in two groups didn't have any objection to that. What we were opposed to was leaving the James Cook without anyone here to protect the camp -- we had never done that before. Beth didn't want to leave Fur Ball here all by himself as she was afraid that Boss Hog might kill him. After two hours of discussion we couldn't agree.

Then Anthony and Leonard -- they were the leaders among those who wanted us all to go together -- finally gave in after Veronica and Akira Carissa reminded them that they were fathers now and would have to help take care of their children if we all went together as a group.

Taking advantage of the situation, I immediately called for a vote. Most of the men didn't want to vote in favor of taking care of the children while visiting the cave. The vote was sixteen to four.

We formed into two groups. One consisting of Joshua's and Anthony's original hunting and foraging parties. We went the next afternoon. Doc Yves went with us. The original hunting and foraging parties of Louis and Thomas went the following day. Elizabeth Dee went with them. Those who stayed home watched the children.

Chantelle was right; the view is spectacular. It's more than that, it's magnificent. I stood for ten minutes just looking out over Lake Hope, toward the forest to the north and to the plateau beyond the forest. To the south all I could see was beach and lake.

Nesting in the bushes all around the cave are thousands of grey birds with burnt orange breasts and green throats. David called them Egg Warblers because their eggs will be an excellent source of food and their song reminded him of Yellow Warblers. Me, I wouldn't know a Warbler's song from a Robin's, which I believe they more closely resemble, although they are about the same size as a pheasant.

The cave is L shaped and has three levels. The front is an area about 7 meters wide by 6 long. Immediately behind this area and off to the right, as one looks into the cave, is what used to be a small pool. It has a sandy bottom with steep sides. I paced it off and it is some 3.5 meters wide at the near end, 2.5 meters wide at the far end and about 5 meters long. It is about waist deep in the front and on its left side; its right side is the cave wall.

To the rear of the dried up pool and about a half a meter above it is an area close to 10 meters long by 5 meters wide. Then off to the left of this area, forming the leg of the L is the largest area, measuring some 6.5 meters wide and 20 meters deep.

The third level is on the left side of the cave wall. It is some 3 to 3.5 meters above the cave floor. It is also overhanging the largest area in the rear and the left side of the cave a little bit. It resembles a hayloft. It measures some 7 meters deep by 12 meters wide by about 2 meters high.

Directly below this "hayloft" area is a small channel about three quarters of a meter wide. It runs along the wall on the left side of the cave, creating a "walkway" between the left cave wall and the dried up pool. The water flowing through it is ankle deep and fed by a small stream coming out of the wall above and behind the hayloft, near the top of the L.

The water empties out of the cave's mouth on the left side of the cave and disappears into the underbrush down the side of the cliff. It is apparent that the water used to flow through the dried up pool and out the front of the cave on the right. But an earthquake or rock slide must have diverted the flow of water.

As soon as I saw the cave I knew what the others were going to think but I didn't say anything. Mainly because I didn't want everyone to think I was pushing my view off on everyone but also because I thought that there might be a small chance that I was wrong. We are really settled in, in the James Cook and some of the crew might not want to leave it. I cautioned those who went to view the cave first to keep their opinions to themselves until everyone had a chance to see it.

The next evening, after Louis and Thomas and their groups returned from visiting the cave, we were all sitting around eating a supper of baked Cornosaurus -- it tastes like frog legs -- and a vegetable soup that David and Yves cooked up. Thomas was the first to speak.

"So Toni, when do you think we should move into the cave?"

"I don't think it should be my decision. I believe that's a decision we should all make together," I answered him.

"Come on, is there anyone here who doesn't think the cave is a better place to live," added Juan. "We would have more than three times as much living area."

"I think it would be a safer place to raise our children," Laci said. "That pit on the right would make a perfect nursery. A small child couldn't possibly climb out of it."

"And it's too high up for the monsters to get at us," Aleks Michelle put in.

"So Toni, what do you think?" Thomas again asked. "You're our leader."

"I wasn't aware that I was the one to make all the decisions around here Thomas. I thought that we had a democracy here." I know that everyone still thought of me as the captain and maybe I am their leader . . . sort of. But I still wanted to emphasize that I wanted everyone to have a voice in what we did.

"OK," Joshua interjected, "is there anyone here who doesn't want to move to the cave?"

Regina added a bit of excellent wisdom. "I want to move but I think we should wait until after we've fixed it up for the babies. I just think that it will be easier for us seeing that there's nothing set up in the cave."




A New Beginning Ch. 13



"You're right, Regina," I interrupted her. I think we should fix it up and then move into it."

"OK, then when do you think we should start fixing it up?" Beth inquired.

Anthony asked, "What's wrong with starting tomorrow?"

"Whoa! Whoa!" Joseph called out. "Can we afford to take a day off? No one's killed any game in two days. How much meat do we have in the smokehouse David?"

"There are a two RedBaronibuses and three of those yellow lizards with the green spots hanging in there now."

Akira asked, "How about if two hunting parties go out together and kill an Antoinetteosaurus or possibly a juvenile hadrosaur or some other small sauropod? There's enough meat on one of those to last us a week. That is, if we don't leave any for the scavengers like we usually do."

"If we could find a herd of them," Thomas said.

"Juan, didn't you guys see a herd of them in that wheat meadow last week?" Akira continued.

"We'll go look tomorrow," Thomas put in. "Then we'll swing over to that corn patch Toni's hunting and foraging party found. We'll collect some corn. If we manage to get a hadrosaur then, with the potatoes and other vegetables we have growing in our garden, we should have enough food to last us at least a week, maybe longer."

"And if there aren't any hadrosaurs there?" Leonard asked.

"Then we'll just have to use plan B." Joshua answered him.

Joshua, Anthony, Thomas, Louis and Juan went out the next day. The rest of the men stayed back to help care for the children and start preparations to move us.

Luckily, the herd of hadrosaurs was still in the meadow. Joshua shot a juvenile with the .45 pistol. He used the pistol because he didn't want to waste time singling out and stalking one dinosaur. Besides, he knew that the sound of the gun would frighten the rest of the heard off, which would make it easier for them to gut and chop up the juvenile.

Then they went and collected four sacks of the corn where we killed the Triceratops Rex. Between the hadrosaur, the corn, the meat we already had in the smokehouse and the vegetables we had stored we had enough food to last us at least ten days, maybe eleven or twelve days.

Getting the cave ready then became everyone's main goal. Everyone pitched in to fix it up, although the men did most of the work. It's big enough to hold an extended family four times our size, maybe even larger than that if we build double-decker sleeping cubicles for everyone.

The front dried up pool we decided to convert into a nursery. As Laci said, it's a perfect place to put the babies and we won't have to worry about them crawling out and falling over the cliff.

Also, it required the least amount of work. There were a couple of jagged rocks along the wall which needed to be broken off. Some sludge hammers took care of that. We also built a step and a bamboo gate in the rear of it where it steps up into the next section, which we designated as our living and dining area.

The largest area, the leg of the L, we all agreed would be for our sleeping areas; it is also the darkest area. The hayloft we reserved for our love nests, although the rear of the cave is so dark at night that I'm sure some of us won't even bother to use them. I haven't made a decision on that yet. We constructed a wall for our infirmary out of bamboo in the front near the mouth where there is the most light. We put it on the right side of the cave so that it shades the nursery in the morning.

We put the main fireplace and kitchen on the opposite side of the cave to the infirmary. David, Josephine and Yves use one of the larger bamboo tables in the kitchen area to prepare our food. We put the center navigation table and the other bamboo tables in our dining area along with the laptop and wide screen monitor.

The men dismantled the five love nest in the James Cook and the women reassembled them in the cave. The women also built three more love nests with some bamboo the men cut down. We have them scattered farther apart so that those using them will have a little more privacy. There's room for several more if we decide that they are needed. Although each cubicle has a fan, the cave is a lot cooler than the James Cook and they are not needed. They still look like large pigeon holes.

The women reassembled the bamboo frames of our sleeping areas after the men took them down and carried them from the James Cook -- we all still use sheets for walls. As we did with the love nests, we also placed them father apart in order to offer ourselves a little more privacy. But for the life of me I don't know why. There is so much nudity among us that one would think that we're living in a nudist camp. I guess my plans to retire on Nuda Earth came true after all.

I hung my picture of Captain Butler and Father Ray in my sleeping area. Then I put Father Ray's crucifix in a small indentation in the cave wall next to our living and dining area; I felt it belonged to everyone. It's right behind and above the monitor.

The men reassembled the shower. They put it along the left wall below the overhang of the hayloft, opposite our living and dining area. For the drain, they dug up some of the plastic 20 centimeter conduit and ran it from the shower along the wall on the left side of the cave to the mouth. This way the dirty bath water won't mix with our drinking water.

But the water is extremely cold; it's about 10 degrees centigrade. To take a shower we each have to heat up at least one or two 20 liter cans of water and lug them to the top of a water barrel and pour it in. There are always four or five cans by the fire warming up. I'm not complaining; I love the warm water spraying on me.

We still haven't solved the problem with keeping the door on. But since we now don't have to worry about the PrimusPrimates trying to take a shower with us, we voted to just have one large open area for the shower with three spigots, one for each 100 liter barrel.

I don't mind, as we have all seen each other naked and showered with each other at one time or another. Frequently, both the men and women walk around bare-chested and sometimes completely nude, particularly from the showers to their sleeping areas. I do.

Besides, most of us have had sex with every other person anyway. So, no one complains about having to take a shower with everyone watching them. Laci still jokingly calls us all perverts for showering in front of everyone but now she includes herself in that category.

After we reassembled the showers several of us were standing in front of them and admiring the work we had done. I should add that she was nude at the time but she quipped with mock sarcasm. "I guess I'll just join the rest of you perverts and shower in front of everyone."

"Are you admitting that you're a pervert too?" David asked her.

"No, I'm not a pervert. I've just decided that I can't fight you guys any longer. I'll just shower without a door like you other depraved degenerates."

"Oh, so now I'm a depraved degenerate?" he continued, suppressing a smile.

With a satirical smirk evident on her face she answered him, "Anyone who would willingly bathe in front of everyone cannot, in a civilized world, be considered a normal, rational thinking human being."

"But we don't live in a civilized world any more darling. We are living with dinosaurs or haven't you noticed? And by the way, you're naked now standing here in front of everyone."

Their playful banter was going great. The two of them frequently tease each other, each one trying to out wit the other. I'm sure its love. They sleep together almost every night, although she's still quite promiscuous. I also know that she lets him spank her; I've heard the smacks and seen her red ass.

"Just because I live in the stone ages doesn't mean I have to do perverted things." Laci answered David, sarcastically referring to both their bondage and discipline role play and her nudity.

"But what about when you walk around in the nude as you frequently do or when you shower with someone? There's really no difference in when you do that and showering in front of everyone."

"I'm not answering that. But I'll say this much. You keep it up and I won't let you fuck me any more." She then turned slightly and, while provocatively looking over her shoulder and presenting her ass to David, gave him a sensuous smile. He smacked her on her right cheek.

As I said earlier, we are growing. We are truly one large extended family.

Amazingly all the construction only took us ten days. I guess that's because most of it was already assembled. All we had to do was put it together like building blocks. Taking down the wall of plastic containers and transporting them was the hardest part of the move. We used them to construct a half wall between our living area and sleeping area. To haul everything up the face of the cliff, the men built a dumb waiter with a pulley.

On the eleventh day after we voted to fix up the cave we all moved into it. Beth decided to take Fur Ball with us. She knew that Boss Hog would kill him if she didn't. She covered his head with a towel so he couldn't see where she took him. He immediately ran around and inspected every nook and cranny of the cave and then made himself right at home.

We still have a lot of work to do. First, in all the hustle and bustle we forgot about constructing a place to go to the toilet. How we did that I don't know. We still have to move the solar panel and run some wiring to the rear. We also have to build another smokehouse and partition off a place on the beach to do our laundry -- so the alligators don't eat us while we're washing our clothes.

During all this time no one had done any hunting or food gathering and our food supplies were low. However, while we were fixing up the cave a three meter long alligator kept crawling up on the beach and sunning itself near the mouth of the cave. The morning after we moved in Yves and Josephine killed it. While they were butchering up the alligator Louis and his team gathered some corn and other vegetables. As they usually do whenever we eat alligator, everyone ribbed me about eating it.

While we were eating the alligator Vickie brought up the subject of where we were going to build our toilet. She said that she couldn't continue to climb up and down the cliff just to go to the restroom. Several of us agreed with her. Natalie suggested putting it on a small ledge that is about a meter below and to the left of the mouth of the cave, near the water that is flowing out of the cave. She noted that if we build it there we could use the flow of water to wash up after we were finished.

For toilet paper we use a very soft, large velvety leaf. Everyone refers to it as a fig leaf but it doesn't look anything like a fig leaf. It is much larger than a fig leaf, almost twice as large as an elephant ear leaf, which it more closely resembles.

Joshua suggested we get a 100 liter barrel from the James Cook, cut it in half and fix up two port-o-lets and place them on the dumb waiter. He said we could rig up the dumb waiter so that it rests on the ledge. Then we could move the pulley to the top of the cliff and just haul all our garbage and waste up there every evening. He said he noticed a small clearing up there that would be perfect for us to deposit our refuse. We voted to follow his advice.

The next day Louis and Joshua moved the pulley assembly to the top of the cliff, which is another 20 meters above the mouth of the cave. We now haul our garbage and waste up there every evening. In fact, hauling the garbage and waste up to the top of the cliff every evening, collecting firewood, dinosaur bone and "fig leaves" is about the only duty we have -- we used the last of our toilet paper a few weeks before we moved. The wood, bone and leaves are collected by everyone when they hunt or forage.

It only takes two people to haul the garbage and refuse up the cliff. So now a person only has garbage detail once every ten days. We all like that.

Also, we are 30 meters above the beach and beyond the reach of even the tallest carnivore. Therefore there is no need to stand guard duty at night. We all love that. As for fire watch, we learned a long time ago to place a couple of large dinosaur bones on the fire at night and the fire will still be burning the next morning.

By the way, the leaves are quite durable. So much so that we sew them together using strips of animal hide and make loincloths out of them. While they're green they're quite resilient. It takes about a week for the leaves to turn brown. Then they fall apart. I'm not a botanist. I don't know why it takes so long for the leaves to turn brown.

True, clothes made of animal hide last longer. But clothes made from these leaves only take a few minutes to sew together. Whereas it takes several days to make an article of clothing out of animal hide. It's a tradeoff, ease of making the clothes verses length of use. But then I don't use the leaves for clothing. I wear my Bambiraptor hat, Marineosaurus bikini shorts and alligator shoes, except when I go naked.

We also use the leaves for diapers and sanitary napkins. They're very absorbent. I just wish everyone would stop cracking jokes about wearing fig leaves for clothes. Their not fig leaves!

We don't all run around naked all the time; we are not nudists. Our attitude toward wearing clothes is very pragmatic. We have become in essence one large extended family, living and working together. We have all seen each other completely naked at one time or another -- particularly in the shower with everyone having to bathe in front of everyone else. Also, all of us have had sex with several other persons.

Further, washing our clothing by rubbing them against stones tends to wear them out rapidly; they become thread bear and tear more easily. We cannot wash the fig leaves at all; they tear immediately. Nor can we go to the local shopping mall and buy some blue jeans or whatever every time we get a little tear in our clothing. We have to make and repair our own clothing. None of us has extra clothing. So, the wearing of clothes has become somewhat of a luxury.

We often find ourselves in a situation whereby what we may be wearing exposes part of our body that a person wouldn't normally expose. Therefore, none of us sees the necessity of trying to continually cover ourselves every time we tear an article of clothing, do our laundry, get up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water or go to the toilet -- some of us still sleep in the nude -- or do some other mundane thing.

We have learned to cope with it. We don't make a big issue over nudity. In other words, we don't flaunt our nudity all over the place. We just don't go to the other extreme and try to constantly cover ourselves when nude or partially nude in front of someone who has already seen us naked or someone we've had sex with.

Louis and Joshua made a bamboo and rope ladder and attached it to the top of the cliff, making it easier for us to climb up there.

While they were attaching the rope ladder, Louis and Joshua discovered another cave about three meters above and to the right of the cave. Its mouth is oval, covered with vines and only about 2 meters high by 1.5 meters wide. It is very small, measuring only about 4 meters deep, 2 meters high and 1.5 meters wide. There is also a small trickle of water flowing out of its rear and into the flora down the slope of the cliff.

It's perfect for a smokehouse. David, Yves and I went to work on it immediately and finished fixing it up in a day. We disassembled the smokehouse under the James Cook's wing and reassembled it in the cave.

While we were doing that, Anthony, Leonard and Thomas cut some small logs and fixed up an entrance to the mouth of the cave so that the smaller carnivores cannot climb up. They built a wall at the ascent where it meets the beach at the bottom of the cliff. It's a little less than three meters high. But not even the smartest carnivore, or primate for that matter, is going to be able to figure out the double latch system they have on the gate. Anthony carved the words 'Hope Cave' in the logs over the front of it.

Anthony said he got the idea after we watched the 1933 classic movie King Kong. Standing in front of it, it looks like the entrance to King Kong's island.

Meanwhile, Joseph and Juan moved the solar panel and attached it to the outside of the cave right above the mouth. While they were doing that, Josephine, Veronica and Akira strung some wires and extension cords for some lights and desk fans. Joseph and Juan then got some lights from the James Cook and the five of them strung them up in various places in the cave; the infirmary got two of the largest lights. But we are not going to use the lights in the infirmary unless someone gets hurt at night.

I am extremely satisfied. We have been here a little over a year -- 16 months and a couple of days to be exact -- and not only have we proved that we are superior to even the fiercest predator but we have a safe, comfortable place to live and raise our children.

The only thing we have left to do is convert the James Cook into a storage warehouse and partition off a section of the lake so that we can do our laundry, catch fish and swim without having to worry about the alligators and Gatorhogs.

No, we didn't celebrate our one year anniversary. In fact, no one even mentioned it until supper that evening. Even then it was only in passing. But that night, I looked up to the sky and thought about Father Ray and the others. By that time I'm sure they were down to rationing what food they had left, if there was any food still available. I said a prayer for them.

This evening, after everyone went to bed I went to mouth of the cave and looked up at the sky. By now they are all probably dead.

Two days after we constructed the gate I woke up to see a giant Pterosaur sitting in the mouth of the cave. I was the first one up -- I usually am -- and I was nursing Dawn. I got up, holding her in my arms, to get a drink of water from the stream flowing by the showers. Then I looked up and saw it. My first thought was that it looked like a large Louisiana Brown Pelican. It was just sitting there looking out over Lake Hope with its back to me.

I very quietly woke up Thomas who sleeps three cubicles away from me. I was completely naked and confused him. He started to complain that it was too early for sex but I hushed him with a finger over my mouth. Then I motioned for him to follow me with his crossbow -- we all keep our crossbows by our sleeping area now. But we don't keep them loaded; there is no need to. When Thomas saw the Pterosaur he smiled that great big teeth showing smile of his.

He very quietly went and got the .45 pistol, which we keep in the living and dining area. I shook my head no but he whispered that it was just in case his first bolt didn't kill it. He need not have bothered getting the gun. His crossbow bolt went straight into the creature's back and into its heart. It let out a very loud screech waking everyone up and fell over dead in the mouth of the cave.

What we didn't eat for supper David and Yves smoked. It tastes like duck.

The Pterosaur's wing skin is very soft and leathery. In fact, all of its skin has a soft leathery texture but the wings more so. It also had a light covering of hair all over its body. Anthony said that it was probably a Quetzalcoatlus or a relative of one. It was big enough; it had an eleven meter wing span. The only ones we've seen were the ones that flew over us a few months ago and they were so high up we couldn't make out their coloring.

We decided that after tanning the skin we would make baby blankets out of it. They all need something to keep them warm at night.

We have been here for ten days now. Yesterday evening Aleks, Laci, Juan and Veronica went down to the beach to do their laundry. We are only half way finished partitioning off a section to keep the alligators out, so Anthony went with them to stand guard.




A New Beginning Ch. 13



It's a lot easier to fence off our fishing and swimming area here; it's larger too. There are some rocks sticking out of the water forming a small island about twenty meters out and to the left of our swimming area. The rock island is oblong and about thirty meters long by about ten at its widest. We built a bamboo wall from the shore out to these rocks. We still have to finish constructing the wall on the right out from the shore to the rocks.

We are not only in the process of sectioning off the lake but we are also using bamboo to fence off a section of the beach for us to use and play in. This is so we can keep out any carnivores that may come by while we are working, playing or just sunbathing on the beach. We didn't do this before but after the Dromaesaurids attacked Chantelle and her exploring party we all figured that it would be for the best.

Anyway, Laci noticed a turtle on the beach about 100 meters away. She was laying her eggs. They stood back and watched her. When the turtle finished she covered her eggs and crawled back into the water. The five of them promptly dug up her eggs and brought them up with them when they finished their laundry.

Joshua asked them why they didn't kill the turtle. Anthony said that they were so absorbed in watching her lay her eggs and talking about digging them up when she finished that they didn't think about it.

The next morning while we were eating a breakfast of turtle eggs and baked fish, we heard what sounded like someone blowing on a conch shell. Actually it sounded more like it was a whole orchestra of conch shells. We all went to the mouth of the cave to see what it was.

There on the beach where the turtle had laid her eggs were about 50 or 60 Deadmeatosaurus sauropods, the small Apatosaurus type dinosaurs with the Stegosaurus-like bony plates sticking out of its back. They were about 3 meters at the hip with a tail some 8 meters long and a neck 6 meters long.

The males were more colorful than the females; the one Valarie filmed was a male. Both males and females were dark brown with yellow and light brown spots but the male's colors were brighter and their spots were larger. The babies were all dark brown and the juveniles were dark brown with yellow and light brown spots.

It was a good thing that Aleks and the others dug up the eggs. If they hadn't then all the eggs would have been crushed. The brutes stayed there most of the morning drinking and bathing. They would dip their heads under the water and come up and spit out water onto each others backs. Sometimes they would keep their heads under the water for several minutes with only their nostrils above the water. Their nostrils are on the top of their heads. We all enjoyed watching the dinosaurs playing in the water.

It was only about zero nine hundred as we stood in the mouth of Hope Cave watching the Deadmeatoasaurs. Except for Akira, Yves and Joseph, most of us were bare-chested -- me, Laci, David and Natalie were completely naked. I was nursing Dawn Marie and Regina was nursing Niño Esperanza. Chantelle and Beth returned to the nursery to watch Yves Adam, little Joseph and the other children.

Suddenly Veronica asked what morality were we going to teach our children. She wanted to know what we were going to teach our children about nudity and sex. Were we going to continue to go naked in front of them? What were we going to tell them about the love nests?

Since it was a Sunday morning and no one had any plans to do anything, we decided to have a meeting to discuss it. After about an hour or so we came to a consensus that none of us wants to raise our children in an atmosphere where the women are treated differently than the men, as this will lead to chauvinism.

We want to build our future based upon the principle that we are all equal in the eyes of God and the law. We want to teach our children that no one person, race, creed, ethnicity, nationality, political persuasion, sex or sexual orientation is superior to another. We are all equal with the same red blood running through our veins.

As for how we want to raise our children, what we will teach them and what morality we will live by, we all came to a consensus on that too. We will teach them that there is nothing wrong with nudity and that nudity is a natural part of life, not something to be flaunted or exploited. Nor is nudity something to be ashamed of. It is an object of art.

We will teach them that sex is not for children. It is an adult gift. Sex too should not be flaunted or exploited. Nor should sex be use as a bribe or tool of coercion of any kind. We will teach our children a universal morality of love towards their neighbor, hope in their future and faith that God will not let us down if we just do our part. We will instill in them the necessity of obeying the Golden Rule.

We want to build a world without hate, racism, intolerance, bigotry, prejudice, fanaticism, hypocrisy and chauvinism. Unlike our ancient ancestors who didn't know better, we know what these evils can do and we intend to teach this to our children so that they will not grow up in a world that is polluted, exploited, overpopulated and filled with greed, corruption, contamination and crime. We are not going to let hate, fear, laziness, despair, arrogance and self-righteousness to take root in the minds of our children.

We are going to teach them to be tolerant of others -- particularly those whom they perceive to be different -- to use the scientific method to find the solutions to their problems, to use all their resources with prudence, to administer impartial justice to all and to govern themselves in a logical manner and without favoritism. But above all, we are going to teach them to seek truth in everything they do and to be humble in that search.

Unlike our ancient ancestors, who were uneducated and ignorant when they built their world, we are building a future with knowledge based upon the facts discovered through the scientific method. Our ancient ancestors relied on superstition and conjecture whenever they decided to do something. We are relying upon truth, reason and logic to accomplish our goals.

Our ancient ancestors followed the precarious whims of self serving monarchs and aristocrats, unholy shamans and priests, and greedy influential merchants and businessmen. We are following the will of the majority and granting equal representation and equal justice to all. Our ancient ancestors did not have the hindsight of seeing the future consequences of their inadequate decisions. We have that retrospection. We are building a brighter future for our children.

After we finished, Josephine suggested that we end our discussion with a prayer. Yves added that we should end all our discussions with a prayer. I was immediately humbled. We have been here almost a year and a half and I had never held a Sunday prayer service of any kind. I thought of Father Ray and I was ashamed. We held an impromptu prayer service.

I read some scripture from the bible I downloaded onto the laptop and Yves led us in the Lord's Prayer. While we were praying I looked around at everyone. Each of us had on varying amounts of clothing; me, Laci, David and Natalie were still nude. I wondered what Father Ray would say about that. I thought about it for a moment and came to the conclusion that he would say that God looks at our hearts, not at what kind of clothes we wear or don't wear. I then promised myself to have some kind of prayer service every Sunday from then on.

Then Dawn began to cry. I had to change her fig leaf diaper. I wish we could find another leaf that was just as soft and durable. I tried to get everyone to change the name of this leaf. But I was unsuccessful.

I mentioned earlier that we only have one duty, hauling the waste and trash up to the top of the cliff every evening. Those who have the duty try to finish it before the sun sets. About two or three times a week those who have trash duty also have to collect eggs from the Egg Warblers whenever we need eggs.

We never collect more than about 30 or 40 eggs from the thousands of nests. They lay four or five eggs each but we never take more than one or two from a nest. These birds are very docile. They do not try to prevent us from taking the eggs from their nests. As we approach the nesting bird, she will fly away and return when we leave.

We put the eggs in baskets and put the baskets in the water running through the channel on the left side of the cave. The water is cold enough to keep them somewhat refrigerated, at least for a day or so until we need them.

Both the Egg Warblers and their eggs have a unique taste. I can't quite describe it. I want to say that the eggs taste something like pineapple but I know that's not right. I don't know what the Egg Warblers taste like. I'll have to think about it some more. The only Egg Warblers we eat are those we catch at the trash heap.

Two days ago Joseph and Juan had trash duty. They had just finished hauling up the trash and were on the way down, preparing to collect some eggs. Joseph said that just as he reached out to collect some eggs his foot slipped. He lost his balance and fell.

It's about a 70 degree slope and a 50 meter drop from the top. He slid down about 30 meters before he managed to grab onto a bush. He was banged up pretty bad with a lot of scrapes and bruises but Doc Yves said that he was Ok. He spent a couple of days sitting in the nursery helping to watch the babies.

Yesterday evening three more turtles came ashore to lay their eggs. We killed two turtles and collected the eggs of all three turtles. We dug three holes near our sectioned off area on the beach and reburied some of the eggs, making sure to include some eggs from each turtle. That way if more Deadmeatosaurus dinosaurs or some other large sauropod comes along they won't get crushed. We voted to leave these eggs alone as we don't want to overfish our lake.

David is going to use the turtle shells to make baby baths. He made a soup with the turtle meat for our evening meal the next day. Chantelle was feeding the soup to Joseph and Dawn. She teasingly asked me, "Do you all eat turtle soup in New Awlins?" I smiled at her vain attempt to imitate my accent and answered her "Yes, we all eat it down in my home town." Then we both laughed.

All 20 of us treat all 12 children as though they were our own. That might be partially due to the fact that each of us is a parent of at least one of the children. But I believe that the main reason is because of the consensus we have come to on how we want to raise our children and what we want to teach them.

We feel that it is better to let those who are better at doing something do it. Some are better at making tools and arrow heads than others. Some are better at making clothing than others and some are better cooks than others.

We have all also faced up to the fact that some people make better parents than other people. Some people cannot give a child all the love and nurturing he or she may need to grow up to be a normal adult. They may love their children but are unable to raise them properly. So we are allowing those who will be better at parenting raise the children -- although we all have a hand in doing it.

As I said earlier, Chantelle, Beth, Regina and Vickie take care of the children while the rest of us do our own chores -- make crossbow bolts or other weapons, tan or sew clothing, cook, fix things, wash dishes or any number of chores that must be done.

All of us wear at least two hats. Except Doc Yves and Beth, we all go out on hunting parties and food forages. David and Josephine cook. Chantelle, Vickie and Regina are nannies. Joshua, Louis and Thomas make and repair tools and weapons while Natalie, Juan and Leonard help me with the tanning. Anthony goes out on almost every hunting party and makes spears. We are all getting better at throwing them using the spear throwers Yves made.

The rest of the crew make crossbow bolts, make and repair our clothing or generally pitch in and help whoever needs help. The only two people who don't leave camp on hunts or food forages are Beth and Doc Yves. Yves helps out with the cooking, while Beth is both nurse and nanny.

We all collect firewood and fig leaves and work to keep the camp clean. We throw our trash onto the dumb waiter into the port-o-lets. Of course, none of us is excused from trash duty. But unlike before, no one minds doing it now. At least no one complains as much. It only takes two people to haul it up to the top of the cliff each evening and then you're through with it for ten days.

On Sundays Doc Yves, Joshua or I preside at the prayer service. After our prayer service we play checkers or cards -- we lost the three of clubs in one of the decks -- read a story on the laptop or we just relax. In the evenings we watch our movie. Yves is in the process of carving out some chess pieces for himself and Joshua. When he finishes I'm going to ask him to teach me how to play.

Sometimes we play baseball on the beach -- we still only use two bases. We play a game of water touch tag or touch football. The tag or the football game can sometimes get rather sensuous with everyone "touching" each other. But it is all good natured fun. We have stopped playing soccer until we can make a better soccer ball; the other one finally fell totally apart.

Exactly what will happen when our world catches up with the world we left 70 million years from now, I don't know. But two things I do know. Our descendants will be ready for them. I'm also sure Father Ray will be watching over us and protecting us the whole time.

We've only just begun.



A New Beginning Ch. 1



I looked up to see Bev staring at me. She said softly, “Wow. You needed that, as much as I did.” I said, “Bev, we have to be careful and not stain the pool table.”

Bev giggled and said, “I am not worried. I will clean it right away. If there is still a stain, only you and I will know how it got there.”

Bev giggled and said, “You sure deposited a huge load of cum in me. It makes me feel so sexy and wanted. You are producing lot of cum just for me. Had I not gone through menopause, you could knock me up.”

I said, “That's probably the only benefit of menopause. By the way, I think you are too young to have reached menopause.” 

Bev giggled, “Perhaps I am too young. But, my periods have been quite irregular. I have had quite a few hot flashes.”

I decided not to argue; Bev must know what’s going on with her body.

It was past 10 p.m. Bev kissed me lovingly and said, “I had a nice evening.”

I replied, “Thank you for a great dinner. Bev, I really like you. May be you can come to my place sometime. I will call you tomorrow.” We got dressed. I left for my apartment. That night I slept well.

Part 4

I called the Windsor home at about 10:30 a.m. Bev answered, “Hello, the Windsor residence.”

I said, “It's me, Jack. Good morning Bev.”

Bev whispered, “Hi lover. Good morning to you too. It's a beautiful morning. But, it's going to be hot later in the afternoon and evening.”

“How is Earl today?”

“He is resting in the bedroom. He got up early as usual at about 6 a.m., had his shower and breakfast, and read the Sunday newspaper.”

“I slept well. Did you sleep well?”

“I sure did! Did not get out of bed till about 7:30. I got tired after last night's activities! . May be you can come over this evening for dinner.”

“I will bring hamburgers and hot dogs, buns, and charcoal. I will grill them.”

“Great idea. I will make a salad. We can eat by the pool. See you around five.”

“I bought a large mirror. I will bring it with me. I can nail it to a wall in the game room.”

Bev giggled, “Fine. Thanks.”

I got to the Windsors with my purchases, including a bottle of semi-dry Riesling. Bev and Earl greeted me warmly. Bev wore shorts and a sleeve-less blouse. I built a nice fire in their grill, and cooked the hamburgers and hot dogs. I saw Earl sipping his first martini. We had a nice dinner. Bev and I helped Earl to the living room before he passed out. We returned to the patio.

“I am glad you like Earl and help him. He is a good man. But, I like you and need you. We can be together as long as we are discrete.”

“Bev, I like you very much. I respect you and Earl. I agree we must be discrete. You have to let me know when and where it is ok for us to be together.

Bev said, “It will be ok for us to be together with Earl in public places. I am not sure that just the two of us can be seen openly.”

Bev continued, “I will take the dirty dishes inside. You clean the table and join me in the game room. Earl can't go up and down the stairs. Bring the mirror from your pickup.” 

Bev was waiting for me in the game room with a huge grin. 

I put the mirror against the wall across from the pool table. “I can nail it to the wall later when Earl is not sleeping”. She hugged me and kissed me passionately. She whispered, “I have been turned on since you got here. My panties are wet. You see for yourself!” 

She dropped her shorts. There was a large stain on her pink panties. With an impish smile, she backed to the pool table, unbuttoned her blouse, jumped up and sat on the side. I removed my shirt and shorts, and hugged her crushing her boobs against my chest. 

Bev whispered, “Jack honey, lick my pussy, please.”

I sat in a chair and gladly ate her juicy cunt first through her juice-covered panties and later without them. Bev had several roaring orgasms. 

After she recovered, Bev grabbed my hair and lifted my head, “Now, it’s your turn. Fuck me!”

I nudged Bev to lean forward over the pool table and entered her pussy slowly. Then I shoved myself all the way in, enjoying her snug, tight, cunt walls, and my balls cushioned by her jelly-like buttocks.

In a panic, Bev whispered, “I think I heard Earl. Let me check on him. Take your cock out. Please get off of me. I’m sorry. You stay here.” Reluctantly, I pulled out my cock.

Bev put on her robe and ran upstairs. I put on my shirt and waited for her. She returned about 20 min later that seemed like eternity. 

She met me at the bottom of the carpeted stairs. “It’s ok. Earl was thirsty. I gave him a glass of water. He is in bed and soundly asleep. How are you? 

She held my cock gently, “Your cock is semi hard. It needs loving.”

She dropped to her knees. Played with my cock and balls for a minute, and slowly started swirling her tongue around my cockhead. “Ummm. I like the taste of your precum mixed with my pussy juice.”

Bev started to remove her robe, “I hope you like fish-net lingerie. Ed couldn't keep his hands off me when I wore them. May be I should have worn more to keep him from chasing teenage girls.”

I almost came when I saw Bev in the fishnet body stocking that was one size too small. It was also crotch-less. I said, “Wow. Bev, you are voluptuous.”

Bev giggled and blushed, and said, “I am glad you like it. I do feel wicked and slutty. How do I look?”

“In two words, suckable and fuckable. I never imagined I will be this lucky!”

“I hope you are not completely like ED.”

I realized Bev was talking about Ed's taste for teenage girls. I mumbled, “Women under 40 do not turn me on. I am sure no one can make me feel as good as you do.”

“Are you saying that we have something good going here.”

I nodded. Bev whispered, “I am glad you don't think I am too old. You can suck me and fuck me any time.”

I led Bev to face the mirror. I stood behind her, fondled her large boobs, and fingered her pussy. Bev moaned, reaching behind and hugged me around my neck. Her tight fishnet covered body looked voluptuous. My cock twitched and deposited precum in Bev's ass crack. I knelt down in front of her, lifted her right leg, and started eating her exposed pussy. Bev held on to the pool table with one hand and my head with the other. I swallowed her juices as she moaned with pleasure.

Bev said, “I am glad you are so oral. It is exciting to watch you eat me. It will take a while for me to cum. You can take me, if you are ready.”

I got up. My cock was hard as steel. I hugged and kissed Bev's mouth. She sucked my lips, tasted her own juices, and smiled. I took her doggy-style while Bev supported her fore arms on a chair. Both of us watched our erotic coupling in the mirror intently. Several times, I withdrew my cock glistening with juices almost completely out of Bev’s cunt and pushed it back in. I held on as long as I could. The crotch opening framed Bev's cunt and ass; it increased visual stimuli. I massaged her clit with my thumb and forefinger. After only a few in-out strokes, I shoved my cock deep in Bev's cunt, held on to her boobs, and spurted my cum several times. “I’m cummmming. Cummming. Ugggggggg. Haahhhhh.”

To my surprise and delight, Bev had another orgasm. She whimpered, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Jackkkkk.”

Bev stood up. My cum and her juices were dribbling down her thigh. Her pubes were wet, matted with our juices.

“I have to take a shower and wash off your large cum-deposit before I get in to bed,” said a smiling Bev.

I grinned, “Your pussy was pretty well lubricated too.”

Bev replied, “Thank you for petting and sucking me for a long time. I need that to get well lubricated. When I was young, I got wet in a short time.”

I got dressed. Bev put on her robe. I saw a room next to the laundry room. I asked Bev, “What's in there?”

“That has exercise equipment: a Nautilus machine and weights that Earl bought, and a Stairmaster and Treadmill I use regularly. If you like, you can try them sometime.”

I nodded my head, “I jog couple of times a week. May be you can show me how to use some of the equipment. I thank you for a great evening.” 

Bev smiled and said, “You are welcome. Here, take these juice drenched panties to bed with you.” I drove to my apartment holding Bev’s panties to my nose. 

I saw Bev on Monday at school, but did not have a chance to talk to her. That night she called me, “Hi Lover. How are you? Earl is sleeping. I am thinking of you.”

I replied, “I'm thinking of you too. I can't get you out of my mind. Thanks for the panties; I am still smelling them. I also love your boobs, they are succulent. What size are they?”

Bev giggled, “They are 38D. I love it when you suck on them and play with them. They have been neglected for a long time. I'm getting wet talking to you.”

“I love the taste and fragrance of your pussy nectars. I want to eat you as often as I can. Can I come over now?”

“Sorry, love. Not tonight. May be on Wednesday late in the evening. We can get together often this summer after school is over tomorrow. Keep thinking of me! I hear Earl. Got to go. Bye.”

On Wednesday, I went to the Windsor home at about 8 p.m. I took a single pink rose, Bev’s favorite, and a bottle of chilled Riesling. Bev met me on the patio and whispered to me, “Thank you for the rose and wine. Earl is sleeping. He already had his martini. I wonder if he is feeling well.”

I suggested to Bev, “Perhaps, Earl should undergo a complete physical.”

Bev replied, “He had his six-month check up a few weeks ago.” She then added, “ I will be back with a cork screw and wine glasses.”

After she came back, she said, “Earl is sleeping like a baby. I don’t think he will wake up before dawn. Let’s sit and talk in the Lanai. I will leave the patio light on.”

It was a warm day. Bev was in a pink tank top, white shorts, and sandals. I could smell her freshly applied perfume. I got a hard on just looking at her and smelling her fragrances; Bev noticed it and reached for my cock lump. As soon as we entered the Lanai, I grabbed Bev in a bear hug and kissed her on the mouth. Bev willingly threw her arms around me and kissed me back. I turned her around and reached under her tank top; she did not wear a bra! I fondled her boobs and pinched her nipples. I also rubbed Bev’s underarms and armpits.

Bev cooed in my ear, “I took a nice long shower, shaved my underarms and legs, and painted my nails. I know you have a thing about my armpits.” She giggled and continued, “Of course you have a thing for my boobs and pussy.”

I mumbled, “You forgot to mention the perfume you put on.”

Bev cooed, “I applied it on my cleavage and crotch.”

My cock got harder listening to Bev describe how she prepared herself for the evening. I lead her to the sofa and made her sit down in my lap. We kissed for a long time, slowly just sucking each other’s tongues and slips. I fondled Bev’s magnificent boobs. I lifter her tank top, buried my face in her cleavage, and inhaled the fragrance of her sweat and perfume. 

I whispered to Bev, “No one can see us here. Please take off your shorts.”

Bev got off of me and mumbled, “Ok. The wine will get warm.”

I said, “I guess it will have to be chilled again.”

I helped Bev take off her shorts. She had on pink panties that were already stained with her pussy nectars. I groped her wet panties and crotch for a minute, and brought my wet fingers to my nose.

Bev giggled and said, “If you just stick your face in my crotch, you can smell it directly. But, you just have a panty fetish. I like you to stick things in me. Put a finger in me, please.” 

I fell to my knees and did just that While the panties were cute, they were in my way to Bev’s juicy pussy that I had to suck and drink the nectars in there. 

I removed Bev’s panties, made her sit on the sofa, and proceeded to gently eat her cunt. Bev grabbed my head, and moaned and whimpered continuously. I also inserted two fingers in Bev’s pussy and reamed it. Her body began to convulse, “Ohhhhhhhh. It’s so gooooooooooddddd”.

We finally stood up. Bev kissed my face and lips, and licked her own nectars. Suddenly we heard a low thud and whimper from upstairs. Quickly, Bev put on her shorts and ran upstairs. 

Several minutes later, she came back, and said in a concerned tone, “Earl needed a drink of water; he tipped the glass of water next to the Laz-y-Boy chair and it fell on the carpet. I also helped him lie down in his bed. He fell asleep right away. Tomorrow, I will call his doctor to set up a thorough check up.”

I said, “Let me know if I can be of help. You know, I care for Earl.”

Bev replied wistfully, “Jack, I need you more than I realized. I am concerned for Earl. He has become very week during the past month. I am living in two worlds: one in which I am taking care of Earl, and the other in which you are taking care of my needs.”

In a happy tone, holding my cock lump, she said, “Talking of needs, you have been very patient. Take off your shorts and underwear. Take me right here in the Lanai.”

I helped Bev take off her shorts. I licked her pussy to make sure that she was well lubricated and took her from behind as she bent over the back of the sofa. She did not remove her tank top that added to her allure. We fucked looking at the moonlight reflected in the pool. I probed every part of Bev’s cunt with my cock head as I fucked her for several minutes. I paused with my cock deep in Bev’s cunt, massaging her boobs, and savoring my cock being massaged by a million tiny cells. Soon, my animal urges took over, and I fucked faster and emptied my cum deep in Bev’s pussy. “Cummmming. Fuckkkkkkk. Fuckkk.” I held on to Bev’s pendulous boobs for a long time.

Finally, I took out my shrunk cock, we separated, and I collapsed on the sofa. Bev’s face had that special well-fucked look, a combination of smile and contentment. 

Bev said, “I know you have to work tomorrow. Thanks for a nice evening. May be you can come over Saturday to swim and grill our dinner. Here, take my panties with you and think of me. But, don’t jack off; save your cum for me.”

I grinned, nodded my head, and left for my apartment with Bev’s juice-soaked panties in my hands. 

On Friday night, I received a frantic call from Bev, “Earl fell down in the bathroom. The medics say he has broken his right hip and wrist. I'm in the ambulance on way to the General Hospital. Can you come to be with me?”

“I will meet you at the emergency room, as soon as I can.”

At the hospital, Bev had tears in her eyes. She hugged me, “I'm so glad to see you. Earl is in emergency surgery. He did break his right hip and wrist. Doctors told me there is nothing I can do until morning, but I want to be here for a while.”

“Let's go to the waiting room and talk.” I bought two cokes. Bev and I sat at a table. There were several people in the waiting room. 

“I was watching TV in the living room; saw Earl going to the bathroom. Then I heard a thud. I ran to the bathroom. Earl was lying on the floor whimpering; he must have been in agony. I called 911 and the ambulance came right away. Then I called you. I must look awful.”

I held her hands, “Bev, you look fine. We can wait here as long as you want. But, I also think there is not a whole lot we can do here.”

We went back to the emergency room. The nurses again said there is nothing we can do until next day. We could come at about 8 a.m. Bev and I got into my pick up.

Bev said, “I don't want to be alone tonight. Please come home with me.”

I squeezed her left hand, “Yes, love. I will stay with you.” I saw Bev's tears running down her cheek. She was also frightened.

I parked my pickup in the back of the house. We stood in the living room for a while with me holding Bev in my arms. 

“It's late Jack. Let's go sleep in the guestroom. I will be there in a minute.”

I used the bathroom in the hall. I was in bed in my underwear when Bev came in fully clothed. She said, “I put a toothbrush and towels for you in the bathroom.” 

Quietly she undressed and got in bed with me. “Take these off,” she whispered, referring to my underwear.

Bev started kissing me softly on my eyes, fore head, and then on my mouth. The kisses became more passionate. She squeezed my cock and balls. She then straddled my waist and grasping the headboard slid up until her pussy was at my mouth. “Eat my pussy, Jack. Suck it. Lick it.” She moved her groin up and down as her senses demanded. I held on to either her ass cheeks or her swinging boobs. Her juices smeared my chin, mouth, and nose. I swallowed several times her syrupy secretions. Bev began to whimper and her body convulsed as she crushed her pussy on my mouth.

Bev laid down next to me. Kissed my face, giggled, and said “I needed that. Thank you for making me cum.” I kissed her mouth passionately. Bev reached and grasped my rigid cock. “Jack, get on top and fuck me.”

I entered Bev's pussy slowly and fucked her slowly. I felt my cum boiling. I lifted her legs on to my shoulders. I felt my cock touch Bev's cervix. My strokes became rapid. With my cock deep in her pussy, I released several spurts as Bev squeezed my cock with her cunt walls. “Cummming. Fuckkkkk. Fuckk.” 

I gently pushed aside Bev's legs and laid my chest on her pillowy boobs. My cock softened. I pulled it out with a pop. 

Bev giggled, “I love that sound. Looks like you again deposited quite a load of cum. Good thing I can't get pregnant!”

We fell asleep. I woke up to the smell of coffee. After using the bathroom, I put on my underwear and went to the kitchen. Bev was in a loose fitting robe in front of the stove. 

I said, good morning beautiful.” I hugged her. She was bra-less. I reached inside her robe, and gently grasped a boob and pinched its nipple.

Bev giggled, “Didn't you get enough last night? Do I look beautiful to you, with no make up? Don't you see my wrinkles and lines?” 

While nuzzling her neck, I mumbled, “Love you. You have fantastic boobs, ass, and tight pussy.” 

Then, she felt my erection with her palm, and said, “Ummm. You do love me! I love you too!” Bev kissed me passionately. 

I looked pleadingly in to Bev’s eyes, “I want a taste of your nectars, right here, please.”

She blushed and nodded. I fell to my knees, separated Bev’s robe, and started kissing and sucking her pussy. I smelled and tasted Bev’s love juices and my cum from last night. Somehow, Bev managed to continue scrambling the eggs as I satisfied my need to suck her cunt. 

Finally, she touched my head, and sad, “I love what you are doing to me, but we have to go see Earl. I will make it up to you later.” She pulled her pussy away from my face and wiggled away from my embrace.

After breakfast, I informed the school office that I will be coming late. It was not a problem as school vacation had started. I dropped off Bev at the hospital, “I will be back about 12:30 or so. We can go for lunch. I have to change clothes, and clean dirty dishes I left behind when you called.”

At about 1:00, Bev and I went to a restaurant for lunch. Bev said, “Earl slept all morning. I want to see if he wakes up this afternoon. I will read a book I brought with me while he rests. I know you have to work. Come get me at about 5:00.”

“I can pick up dinner items: chicken, tossed salad, and rolls, for us. You don't have to worry about dinner.”

“Thanks. It's thoughtful of you.”

At dinner, Bev said, “Earl stirred once or twice. That's all. The doctors think he may have had a stroke. They will do more tests. I am worried about him.”

Earl did have a stroke and became comatose. For about a month, Bev and I went about living as best as we could. Bev was mourning for Earl. I stood by her as best as I could. I also mourned for Earl. I wiped Bev’s tears and allayed her fears of being alone. She told me of her memories of Earl, most of which were about his kindness to her. We were too busy and sad to think of sex.




A New Beginning Ch. 1



Sadly, Earl died. Bev was his sole survivor. At his funeral, there were few people: Bev, her parents in their late 70s, and I, and a handful of Bev's friends.

A week after Earl's funeral, we were eating an improvised dinner. Bev said, “By the way Saturday is my birthday. I will be 50. When is yours?”

“Bev, let's go out for dinner and celebrate your birthday. Mine is end of August. I will be 39.”

“You are a sweet heart. I want to see a movie. Too bad, they don't have drive-in theaters around here, we could make out in the car. I think Earl would approve of me living my life.” She giggled for the first time in a long while.

Next day, after work, I went to a lingerie shop. Despite being embarrassed initially, I bought two sets of lingerie items one in red and the other in black; had them gift-wrapped. I made reservations at an Italian restaurant.

On Saturday, Bev was dressed in a long black sleeve-less dress that showed her cleavage to advantage, and short black heels. The dress also had slits that showed her legs. She had on her dangling gold earrings and the gold necklace with diamond-encrusted pendant. I gave Bev a bouquet of pink roses and her gift. I told her, “Please open the gift later.” Bev, agreed.

We went in Bev's car, instead of my pickup. I opened the car and restaurant doors for Bev to get in and out. We were seated in a dark corner. We ate a light meal with Riesling wine. Bev had at least three glasses of wine. By the end of the meal, she was really happy. She was openly flirting with me. On the way to the movie theater, Bev touched my arms and face. She then reached and touched my cock lump. 

We went to a romantic movie and sat in a corner. There were few people in the theater. As soon as we sat down, Bev started kissing my face, neck, and ears. She took my hand and put it on her boob. She let me play with her boobs and pinch her nipples. She kissed me passionately on my mouth. Slowly, thanks to the slits, I reached under her dress and started rubbing her inside right thigh. Bev opened her thighs and allowed me to massage her crotch. Her panties were wet with her oozing nectars. I inserted a finger after moving her panties aside and sawed her pussy. We did not watch much of the movie! 

After the movie ended, she went to the bathroom. She returned with a huge grin on her face. 

I asked her, “What's going on.” Still grinning, she replied, “Nothing. You will see later.”

We drove for about five minutes. I stopped the car at a red light, when Bev said, “This is what you have missed.” She stuck her pussy juice-stained and rolled up panties under my nose. “You may smell and taste my juices.” I did just that. Periodically, I inhaled the aroma in Bev's panties like an inhaler.

I said, “Thanks, Love. How about taste of a scoop of your pussy juice.”

Bev giggled, “You are insatiable. Ok.” She lifted her dress, inserted her right two middle fingers in her vagina, scooped her pussy juice, and put it in my mouth.

We got home. I parked and helped Bev out of the car. Bev unlocked the front door. As Bev threw her arms around my neck, I closed the door with my foot. 

I whispered, “Happy birthday, Darling!” Bev said, “Thanks Love.” She started to sway as she removed her shoes, dress, slip, and bra. All she had on were thigh-highs, earrings, and necklace.

“Jack, take your clothes off. Fix us a glass of wine. I have to go pee. Let’s sit in the Lanai.” I took the glass of wine and went to the Lanai. It was a beautiful night, warm with a breeze, and a full moon. As Bev walked towards me, she looked beautiful and voluptuous. I whistled in admiration, “You are a goddess of love.”

Bev took a sip of wine, giggled, and said, “You are flattering me just to fuck me.”

She sat down in a chair and beckoned me, “First, eat me. I am real horny, turned on by you.”

I placed a cushion on the floor and fell to my knees. I hugged her, kissed her eyes, lips, neck, armpits, boobs, lower tummy, and finally her pubes that were matted with her juices. I looked up once in her eyes and whispered, “I love you,” and buried my mouth in her pussy. She started cumming on my mouth. “Ohhhh. Keep suckkkking. Goddddd. That’s goodddd.”

I kissed Bev’s lips for a long time. She looked satiated and relaxed. We both took sips of wine and water. She reached for my cock head, scooped precum, and put it in her mouth. She said, “It's a beautiful night. The water in the pool looks very inviting. Let's go skinny dipping!”

Bev took off her thigh-highs. Quietly, we entered the pool. Bev looked more beautiful in the pool. We hugged and kissed for a long time. With my help, she pulled herself up to straddle my waist, and whispered, “Put your cock in me, lover.” 

I entered Bev's pussy slowly. Fucking under water was unique. Soon, I carried Bev to the edge of the pool and set her down against the pool wall. With Bev's arms still around my neck and her right leg wrapped around my legs, I fucked her pussy in and out. Soon, I felt my climax coming. I shoved myself deep in Bev's pussy and spurted several loads of cum. “Fuckkkkkk. This is awesommmme. Fuckkk.”

We were both exhausted. We went inside, dried ourselves, and went to bed. Bev invited me to sleep in her bed. 

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Continued in Chapter 2. Please vote. Your comments are welcome. Thanks. Andy 



A New Beginning Ch. 2



Bev, the mature teacher and widow.

Part 5

Next day morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee, scrambled eggs, and fried bacon. I brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen. Bev was in a red tank top and silk panties. My cock stirred. I said, “Good morning, love.” I grabbed her from behind and nuzzled her neck. She did not wear a bra! She smelled of fresh perfume and her natural pheromones.

Bev saw my stiff cock. She greeted me, “Good morning. You're horny again? Didn't you get enough last night?”

I mumbled, “You turn me on. Red tank top, no bra, and red panties. You put them on for me!” I continued kissing her. Bev giggled, but did not try to escape. Eventually, she turned towards me. Kissed me on my mouth passionately. I lifted her tank top and kissed her boobs. She helped me remove her panties.

Bev mumbled, “I wore the tank top and panties to get you excited. The breakfast will get cold. I don't think you care. You are making up for a month of poor loving.” Suddenly she squealed as I started licking her pussy, especially her clit. Soon she was moaning. I felt with my finger that her pussy was wet. I lifted her up on the kitchen counter and pushed my rigid cock slowly in to her vagina. 

Bev started whimpering incoherently, closed her eyes, threw her head back, and, “Ohhhhhh, Jackk. This is heavenly. Cummmming. Cummming.”

I waited, with my stiff cock in her, for her orgasmic convulsions to subside. With Bev impaled on my pole, I lifted her up and carried her around, stopping a minute or two to set her down, fondle her boobs, kiss her armpits and neck, and fuck her: we fucked on the back of the couch, on the dining table, and finally back on the kitchen counter. I finally shoved myself as far as my cock could go in to Bev's cunt and released spurt after spurt of cum, “Fuckkkkk. Cummmming. Fuckkkkkkkk.”

We were both hungry after our exertions, and ate the cold eggs and bacon. Bev said, “We both need showers. You go first. I will clean up the kitchen.”

After taking my shower, I laid down on the bed and fell asleep. Some time later, Bev joined me in the bedroom. She had on light make up, and smelled of scented bath oil and perfume. She was applying bright red lipstick. She had on a black see-through teddy.

My cock began to twitch. I really wanted to fuck Bev. I wanted to surprise her, so I leaped out of bed and hugged her from behind. I pushed my stiff cock in to her behind while groping her magnificent tits. 

Bev squealed happily in surprise. I kissed her nape and ears, while still caressing her boobs. I reached for her crotch and inserted my middle finger in her pussy. It was wet, more than wet. It was well lubricated.

I whispered to her, “I missed you a lot for the past month. You look very ravishing. I got to have you now.” Bev just nodded. I lead her to the bed. She scooted on her back to the middle of the bed. She was on her back with legs bent and thighs wide open, and arms spread wide. I kissed her toes, legs, and thighs. I crawled on her body as I kept kissing it. I inserted my cock in Bev’s well-lubricated pussy. I pounded it as if I was possessed. Somehow, Bev held on to me with her arms and legs. To my great surprise she was also whimpering with pleasure. Bev had her cum first, “Ohhhh. Cummming. Cummmmming.”

My cum began to boil deep in my crotch. I placed my hands underneath Bev’s ass and grabbed both cheeks. I kept pounding. My heart was beating like that of a sprinter. I pushed my cock as deep in to Bev’s cunt as I could, my cock was at her cervix. I released numerous spurts of cum, “Fuckkkkk. Goddddddd. Oh, mannnn.” 

I held on to Bev’s ass for a long time, while she held on to me and kissed my sweaty face. 

Bev broke the silence and said in awe, “Wow. I had not seen that side of you. You just pounded me. My pussy is overflowing with your cum.”

We both rested for a while. Bev got up first, and fixed sandwiches and ice tea for lunch.

That evening, I was in my robe watching a baseball game on TV, when Bev said, “I need to get back to exercising.” I nodded to her. The baseball game was not that interesting as the home team scored 10 runs in the sixth inning. I decided to go see Bev.

She was using the Stairmaster. She was in pink Spandex shorts and a black sports bra. Her contoured legs, ass, bare arms, and chest gave me a hard on. 

I said, “You look nice.” She saw me watching her, caught a glimpse of the outline of my rigid cock, and laughed.

“It does not take much for me to turn you on! I'm full of sweat. Why don't you put on your shorts and exercise with me?”

I changed clothes and joined Bev. After warming up, I used the treadmill. Bev smiled at me, a few times when our eyes met. 

I was just done lifting weights lying on the bench. Before I could get up, Bev came to me and straddled me. She took off her sports bra, and said: “You have been a good boy. Here, play with these.” Gladly, I fondled her undulating boobs and kissed her nipples; they tasted slightly salty and felt cool.

I wanted to suck Bev’s cunt. Also, I thought the weight lifting bench was well suited for oral sex. 

I said, “Honey, do you want to try a 69: I will suck your pussy, while you suck my cock.”

Bev grinned, nodded, and said, “I never did a 69 with either of my two husbands. Sounds like fun.”

She moved around so that her pussy was positioned perfectly for me to suck and lick. I could smell and taste Bev’s pussy honey mixed with my semen and her sweat. I also got a chance to examine Bev’s anus: it was dark pink and wrinkled. While I licked Bev’s clit and pussy lips, gently I scratched around her anus. In turn, Bev examined my cock for several minutes. Then, she licked and sucked my cock head.

Despite getting excited neither Bev nor I was close to an orgasm. But, it felt good to explore another love making position with Bev.

Bev sat up, kissed me, and got out of my grasp, “We both need showers.”

After showering, we swam, and ate dinner in the Lanai: salad, and hamburgers and hot dogs I had grilled. We each had a glass of wine, and were on the second glass. 

Bev said, “Jack, I am so happy being with you. I know you love me. I wondered why I was not completely happy with Earl. He gave me a good home and cared for me.”

I replied, “I guess love is a combination of factors. Betty, my ex-wife, certainly cared for me. I cared for her too. I am not sure that I loved anyone as much as I love you. I am very happy around you. I want to be near you as much as possible. It is more than the physical attraction. Although that's a very exciting part for me.”

Bev giggled and said, “I know, I know! You show your love in many ways, especially by depositing large loads of cum in me. I am lucky to have found in you a man mature emotionally, but young and virile physically. I need to make up for all the fucking I missed.” 

Then she gently grabbed my crotch, “I will see you inside the house.” 

I cleaned the table, rinsed the dishes, and loaded the dishwasher, when Bev called, “Jack, I'm in the bedroom.”

Bev was in the black lingerie I gave as a birthday present: lacy push-up bra, crotch-less panties, fishnet stockings, and garters. She also wore red lipstick, gold earrings, necklace, and black 4-inch heels. I was staring at her with my mouth open, drinking her beauty. With a huge grin, she handed me the glass of wine she had been sipping, “Take a sip. Your mouth must be dry! Sit on the bed.”

I sat on the bed and watched Bev in awe of her beauty and sexiness, as she did a sensual dance, swaying sideways, with her arms above her head. 

She gave me a small bottle of perfume and purred, “You put it on me, where ever you want!”

I sprayed the perfume on my palm and applied it behind her ears, nape of her neck, cleavage, and pubic mound. I also ‘cheated’ by sticking my middle finger in her vagina, scooped her juices, and sucked them. 

She then purred, “Bring up the mirror. Let's fuck right here.” 

I gladly obliged her. I hugged her, and groped her boobs, pussy, underarms, and ass. Bev raised the right leg and placed her foot on the bed. I kneeled in front of her and sucked her pussy and clit, and brought Bev to several orgasms by sucking her clit and vagina, “Goddddddd. I’m cummmming. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. “

I sat on the side of the bed and pulled Bev to sit in my lap facing the mirror. Bev watched our reflections in fascination as she held my cock in her hand, raised her crotch softly, aimed my rigid member at her pussy, and sat on it. I also found it highly arousing to see us coupled and my hands serving as supplements to Bev’s push-up bra covered large boobs. Bev also raised her arms above her head allowing me access to her slim underarms and shaved armpits. We fucked for a long time with Bev riding me first to another orgasm and later to my climax; I deposited a large load of cum in Bev’s pussy. 

I said to Bev, “It’s great we don’t have to worry about you becoming pregnant.”

Bev giggled, turned her head, kissed my cheek, and said, “I’m glad to cooperate.”

We uncoupled and fell asleep. Sometime during the night, I woke up; saw Bev's lingerie in disarray. One boob was in the bra; the other completely out. Her pubes were coated with my cum and her juices were. Her pussy looked too inviting. I started kissing Bev: on her neck, lips, and the unfettered boob. I massaged her clit and slit.

Bev opened her eyes and murmured, “Jack, love. Go ahead, fuck me.”

I took Bev in the missionary position. I fucked her for a few minutes and rested. Fucked her some more and rested again. I did this three or four times, when Bev started cumming, “Cummming. Ohhhhhhhh. Wonderrrrful.”

Her spasming cunt on my cock triggered my climax. I released another large load of cum deep in Bev's cunt. “Fuckkkk. Goddddddd. Fuckkkkkkk.”

Bev asked me to move in with her. We continued to love each other. After about a month, one morning, Bev said, “I think I have been gaining weight. I have not had a period in a while. It must be menopause.”

I said, “Honey, you better get yourself checked by your gynecologist. I’m sure that she will take care of you. Let me know what treatment she suggested.” Bev just nodded.


Part 6


My birthday was in the middle of the week. Bev and I went out for dinner. Bev looked radiant. She actually glowed. I ordered a bottle of wine with our dinner. 

Bev said, “I will skip wine. You drink as much as you want. It's your birthday. I will drive us home. Order tonic water with a twist of lime for me.” 

We were half way through our dinner, when Bev said softly, “Jack honey, I'm pregnant.”

I dropped my fork. Bev was smiling and crying at the same time. “Yes. Tests have confirmed I’m pregnant. You knocked me up, lover boy!”

“Are you going to be ok? What did the doctor say?”

“She said that I will be fine. Many older women, a few older than me, are having children now. I should not have any problems.”

I said, “It all falls in place: you have gained a little weight; tonight, you did not drink wine.” I was in tears. 

We went home. Sat in the Lanai with Bev lying in my arms. We kissed tenderly several times before Bev fell asleep.

Bev looked more voluptuous as her pregnancy progressed. Her boobs got bigger. Her face glowed all the time. She also became hornier. 

But, Bev was not sure what I thought of her looks. “Do you think I am sexy?” she asked one morning.

“Honey, since your pregnancy, you look more beautiful and voluptuous to me. I think you will look beautiful throughout your pregnancy and after birth of our child.”

Bev smiled, said, “Ok, honey. Thanks. See you when you come home this evening.” She was referring to my work: maintenance and capital improvement projects at school, that went on during the summer, while she was off.

That evening, when I came home, Bev was waiting for me dressed in a pink silk robe with a glass of wine for me. It was a hot day. Bev suggested that we swim first and may be eat on the patio later. 

I was in the swimming pool when Bev took off her robe revealing a new red two-piece swimsuit that barely covered either her tits or her crotch. She also put on matching-red lipstick. I thought I saw a stain at her crotch just before she entered water. I stood at the shallow end of the pool. I beckoned her towards me. Bev swam up to me, stood up, and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back.

Bev asked, “What do you think of my new swim suit?”

Her erect nipples were clearly outlined through the thin fabric of her swimsuit.

I said, “It looks nice on you. You look voluptuous. I want to kiss your boobs.” Bev nodded. I sucked her nipples through the fabric. Bev cooed, “It feels good. I'm glad you like my bigger boobs.”

I also kissed Bev's neck, lips, and her belly. When I put one hand on her ass and another on her crotch, Bev said, “I have to check on the turkey breast in the oven. Let's go inside.”

I said, “I will swim a few laps and join you in a few minutes.” Bev nodded, got out of the pool, and went in to the house in her robe. The brief glimpse of her wet-bikini covered ass as she walked gave me a hard on. 

I got out of the pool, dried myself, put on a robe, and went in to the house. Bev was in the kitchen, her hair already blow-dried. She had on a pink tank top and panties. She did not have a bra and her large tits were bouncing sexily. She had just removed the cooked turkey breast from the oven and was making a tossed salad.

I hugged her, lifted her tank top and groped her tits, nuzzled her neck, and murmured in her ear, “Honey, you look ravishing. I would rather eat you first.” 

Bev giggled happily, and said, “I guess we can wait until the turkey breast cools a little.” She turned towards me and kissed me passionately. 

Bev reached in to my robe, grasped my cock, and said, “No underwear! How convenient! Your cock is stiff already.”

I said, “Bev honey, your boobs must have grown at least a cup size since your pregnancy. I will have lots of fun playing with your boobs, ass, and the rest of your body.”

“I'm glad you like my pregnant body.”

Bev giggled and continued, “Actually, you better love me. You knocked me up. You did what my two husbands could not do.”

“It's my pleasure to love you.” I reached for her panty-covered crotch and cupped it. It was wet. My fingers got wet with her juices. 

Bev giggled, “I became wet thinking about you all afternoon. My hornies seem to have increased since my pregnancy.”

I helped Bev remove her panties. I inhaled deeply Bev’s fragrances on them and let them float to the floor. I inserted my index finger in her vagina. Bev moaned. I inhaled her pussy-juice fragrance and tasted it off of my finger; still delicious after Bev’s pregnancy!

Without saying too many words, while kissing, I shuffled backwards to the bedroom pulling Bev along. I hugged Bev from behind, poking my cock into her back. I massaged her tits and pinched her nipples. I nudged Bev so that she sat on the side of the bed. I looked in to her passion-filled eyes. 

Bev said, “Eat my pussy Jack.” 

She laid down on the bed, and lewdly raised her legs and spread them exposing her pussy for me. I looked at her pussy as I kept rubbing her smooth thighs, and said, “Your pussy looks succulent. The lips are glistening. Not much has changed. The wonder of nature!” 

Bev giggled, “I think you are having fun doing gynecological examination. When you are done inspecting, eat it!”

That's exactly what I did. I licked Bev's pussy lips and clit, and sucked her juices. Bev's pussy seemed to be juicier after pregnancy. Bev was already excited. I reached for her nipples and pinched them gently. It did not take long for her to moan and whimper, shudder, and cum. “Cummmming. Godddd. Cummmmmming,”

Bev held my head in her soft thighs, with my mouth and nose still in her crotch, until her orgasm subsided. 

A few minutes later, Bev scooted up on the bed, turned on her side, and said, “Jack, please rub my lower back. It seems to have been strained.”

I applied moisturizing lotion on my palm and gently rubbed Bev's back while she moaned, “That feels good. I will need lot of TLC until the baby is born. By the way, do you want to know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“Bev, I don’t care. I hope the baby is healthy without any complications. I will love either a son or a daughter.”

“Good. I feel the same way. I gotta pee, be back in a sec.”


Part 7


Bev returned from the bathroom; she was naked except for her red thigh highs.

“Jack, you sucked my clit and pussy juices to a roaring orgasm. It’s your turn now.” Bev continued, “I have not yet seen your cock erupt during your climax. Can I play with it and watch it erupt? I am already pregnant. We are not wasting your cum. So to speak!”

Bev looked ravishing. Her words made my cock grow harder. I said, “Bev honey. That's so sweet. What do you have in mind?”

Bev giggled and said, “You will see. Get naked; remove your robe. Come sit in this chair. Get comfortable. You can also watch what I'm doing in the mirror.”

I did as Bev told me. First, Bev kissed my mouth savoring her pussy juices in it. Then she knelt in front of me. She held my hard cock in her delicate right hand and looked at it, admiring its smooth hardness. She gently pumped it and licked the precum. She swirled her tongue around my sensitive cock head. She stuck the tip of her tongue in the piss slit. I was moaning with pleasure. 

Bev said in awe, “Your cock is continuously oozing cum.” Bev sucked my cock expertly for a minute and stopped.

She pushed her boobs together around my cock and said, “I will jack it with my swollen tits.” It was heavenly feeling with Bev's warm, sweat-covered, tits around my cock. On top of that, she would periodically lick my cock head.

I felt my cum boiling deep inside me. I mumbled, “I am cumming!. Watch out!”

Bev increased pumping speed and soon forced my cum to spurt out. “Fuckkkkkkk. Keep suckkkkkkkking. Mannnnnnn.”

She was taken aback with the force of the first spurts that hit my chest, but soon recovered to put her mouth on my still spurting cock. She swallowed the last spurts of my cum and licked her lips. After a while, Bev released my softened cock  from her boobs.

Bev giggled and said, “That was another large load of cum out of your cock. No wonder I got knocked up by one of those.”

We were some thing to see: me with my cum on my chest, and Bev with my cum on her hand, boobs, and mouth. Bev brought couple of washcloths and a towel, and cleaned both of us. I noticed she spent a lot of time on my cock head and balls with a sly grin on her face.

We were both tired and fell asleep for an hour or so. We were hungry. I fixed a turkey sandwich for another and myself for Bev who was still in her red panties and bra-less. Her jiggling boobs and stained panties hardened my cock.

Bev said, “I will throw a load of wash in the dryer and start a load of laundry.”

I said, “I will help you and watch you. I would like to help you with the laundry after our baby is born.”

We went downstairs. Bev bent down to put washed clothes in the drier. Her panties were stretched sexily on her voluptuous ass. I just could not help it; I grabbed her waist and started rubbing myself on Bev's ass.

Bev squealed in surprise and said, “You are insatiable.” She finished loading the drier, stood up, took off her soiled panties, put them under my nose for a moment, and threw them in the washer. I began rubbing myself on Bev's naked ass and groped her large tits while she loaded the washer and started it.

Bev turned around. We kissed for a long time. Bev held my hardening cock. I felt her wet cunt with my fingers. 

I said, “I want you here. Bend over.”

Bev bent over and held on to the drier. I kissed her voluptuous ass cheeks and licked her pussy and anus. My cock was sufficiently hard. I penetrated Bev's cunt gently and fucked her for several minutes. I played with Bev's swinging tits. 




A New Beginning Ch. 2



“Bev honey, I'm enjoying fucking like this, but I'm not close to cumming.”

Bev said, “I am tired being bent over. Let's go to the bedroom. I will ride you.” She sounded serious. I just nodded and withdrew my reluctant cock from Bev's pussy. Bev led me to the bedroom.

“Lie down on your back. I will straddle you and make love to you. In a few months, I may not be able to push my belly on yours.” Bev rode me like a racehorse with abandon. There was determination in her eyes. She pounded my cock with her velvet-walled cunt. Our colliding crotches made slapping sounds. I was able to grope her swinging boobs and pinch her nipples. Her pussy juices started to run down my cock and coated my balls. Several beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and cleavage. She rested for a minute, smiled and kissed my mouth. Soon, she renewed her pounding; the slapping sounds from our crotches resumed.

Bev started moaning and whimpering. She stopped pounding my cock, collapsed on my chest crushing her pillowy tits, cumming for several minutes as her pussy spasmed around my rigid cock: “Cummming. Goddddddddd. Hsssssssss.”

My cock remained hard in Bev's cunt as she snoozed for several minutes. Bev woke up. She sat up on my rigid cock. 

Bev smiled, “That was some fuck! I had another great orgasm. We need a shower; we are smelling of cum and sweat; your cock is still hard.”

I said, “Let's go take a shower.” Bev got up slowly off of my cock. For a moment, I saw her gaping and glistening vagina. Hand in hand we went to the bathroom and showered. I lathered Bev’s crotch and boobs, and her ass. In turn, Bev washed my cock and balls.

We put on minimal clothing: tank tops. I helped Bev fix dinner. We ate our dinners in the Lanai. Bev was smiling all the time. She looked satiated and radiant. 

After clearing the dishes and loading the dishwasher, we watched TV for a while. Bev snuggled up to me. I had my right hand around her waist. Her hair and body smelled of her perfume. Occasionally, I reached underneath her tank top and groped her boobs. Bev just giggled and kissed me. She left me once to take care of the laundry.

We went to bed and fell asleep. I woke up, but not completely. Bev had cuddled with her back to me. We were laying on our left sides. I had a hard on. I started playing with Bev's boobs: massaging and pinching. She moaned in her sleep. I played with her pussy; it was still juicy. Bev moaned some more. My precum was oozing out of my cock. I smeared it on my cock head. 

I lifted Bev's right leg a little. Positioned my slippery cock head at Bev's pussy mouth and slowly pushed it in inch by inch. My cock entered her well-lubricated cunt. Bev moaned with pleasure. I waited for a minute for Bev's cunt walls to expand and grasp my cock.

I would fuck for a few minutes while either massaging Bev's boobs or fingering her clit, and stop to savor the pleasure of having my cock buried deep in Bev's pussy. We must have stayed coupled for about 20 min. Bev moaned continuously and had at least one orgasm. It was difficult to tell because her cunt was spasming all the time. My cock was wet with her pussy juices and my precum. Finally, she started to have another orgasm, “Goddddd. Ohhhhhhh.”

Bev's orgasm triggered my cumming. I shoved my cock deep in Bev's cunt. “Fuckkkkk. Fukkkk. Fuckkkkk.” After a while, my cock shrank and came out of Bev's pussy with a plop.

Bev mumbled, “Your large load is leaking out. I'm too sleepy to get up. Give me a few tissues to absorb some of it.” I handed several tissues to Bev and fell asleep.

I heard Bev taking a shower, but I could not wake up. Much later, I woke up took a long shower. Bev had made a cup of coffee, and pancakes and cantaloupe slices for breakfast.

I said, “Good morning Love,” and kissed Bev who was dressed in a robe.

Bev said, “I liked the way we made love last night, lying on our sides, and you fucking me from behind. I think it is a good position when I am large in a few months.”

I nodded and said, “I guess as long as you or I don’t put weight on the baby, it will be safe.”


Part 8


One morning, while eating breakfast, Bev said, “Jack, school will reopen in two weeks. I would like to work until my gynecologist tells me not to.” She giggled and continued, “Besides, there is no point in staying home and be horny!” 

I said, “You can do whatever you want. I will help you as much as necessary. If necessary, I will take a leave of absence.”

Bev looked more voluptuous as her pregnancy progressed. Her boobs got bigger. Her face glowed all the time. She became hornier. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I also helped her with housework. I massaged her back, legs, thighs, and tummy, whenever she asked. However, she really appreciated me showing my love for her, especially over the weekends and on vacations.  

Bev took good care of herself. She dressed sexily and provocatively at home. Every day, Bev put on lipstick, dangling earrings, and light make up. Once a week or so, she painted her finger and toenails.

Bev was about six months pregnant. After working all week, she was tired on Friday night. She fell asleep by 9 p.m. with her head in my lap while watching TV. I stayed up another hour and watched a foot ball game. 

I got up early on Saturday. Bev was still sleeping. 

I told Bev, “After using the bathroom, I will make a simple breakfast for us: coffee, orange juice, scrambled eggs, and toasted bagels.” While I was in the kitchen, I heard her using the bathroom. 

I found Bev in the bedroom, dressed in a robe, reclining on the bed. I didn’t know what Bev had worn under the robe. 

I said, “Good morning, Love. Here is your breakfast in bed.”

Bev said, “It’s nice to get up to the smell of coffee. I took a quick shower while you were in the kitchen. I just finished drying my hair. Thank you for the breakfast.” 

Bev looked voluptuous. I could also smell her perfume. 

All I could say was, “You are welcome, love.”

As we both ate breakfast, I massaged Bev's feet, legs, and thighs; she had on black silk thigh-highs. 

After we finished breakfast, Bev helped me take the dishes to the kitchen. 

In the kitchen, she cooed in my ears, “I’m wearing new black lingerie. I am also very horny.”

I helped Bev take off her robe. She had on a black see-through teddy and black panties, as well as black silk thigh-highs. I hugged her, cupped her breasts, and nuzzled her neck. I smelled Bev’s perfume and freshly washed hair. 

She cooed, “Let’s go back to the bedroom.”

Bev moaned when I gently pinched her nipples. In the dresser mirror, her teddy-covered boobs looked large, slightly drooping, and succulent. Her baby-filled belly looked smooth. She was glowing. I was turned on. My cock was hard. I rubbed Bev’s tummy, underarms, and boobs for a long time. 

It was especially erotic to lift, hold, and jiggle Bev's heavy boobs using my two hands as bra cups that were too small for them. Bev kept moaning continuously.

I knelt down to smell Bev’s pussy fragrance mixed with a dab of her perfume she had put on. Bev helped me remove her panties soaking with her pussy juice. Her pussy lips were swollen. I nudged Bev to lie down on the side of the bed.

I said, “Let me give you a body massage.”

Bev nodded in agreement. I massaged Bev’s feet and toes, legs, and thighs. I stuck my nose on Bev’s clit and mouth on her pussy, and massaged her arms and kneaded her magnificent boobs. I sucked Bev’s clit and pussy as I massaged Bev’s massive tits. Bev was excited and began to release a continuous stream of pussy juice that I gulped as best as I could. Suddenly she grabbed my ears and shoved my face in to her cunt. Even though my mouth was already in contact with her pussy, Bev still shoved her crotch in to my face.

“Keep sucking and licking. Ohhhhhhhh. That’s so nice.”

Her body convulsed with her multiple orgasms. “Cummmmming. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhh.”

I just held on to Bev’s massive tits, with my face in her crotch. It was very erotic to feel Bev’s pussy convulsions on my mouth; it convulsed rapidly at the beginning of her orgasm; the convulsions subsided, but continued for a long time. Eventually, Bev let go of my head and released a deep guttural laugh of satisfaction. “Jack, wow, what have you done! It was the best orgasm in a long while!”

All I could do was smile and say, “You are welcome.”

Bev got up and said, “I will clean up and be back in a minute.”

“Bev, will you marry me.”

Bev squealed happily, and hugged and kissed me, “Yes, Jack. I will marry you.”

A judge married us on March 15. On March 31, Bev delivered a boy, David Lincoln Turner, without any complications.

About a week after David was born, Bev resumed her regular exercises. In couple of weeks, Bev lost most of the weight she gained during pregnancy and regained her voluptuous figure. But, her boobs remained large and pendulous.

On a Saturday morning about a month after David was born, I went grocery shopping, mainly for supplies for David. On the way home, I bought a large bouquet of flowers. 

Bev accepted the flower, smiled, and  said, “Jack, thank you. It’s thoughtful of you.”

In the afternoon, while David was sleeping, Bev joined me as I was watching TV in the living room. She had on a black see through negligee and crotch-less silk panties; her large boobs swung sexily under it when she moved. 

I said, “Honey, you look more voluptuous after David was born.”

Bev smiled seductively at me. She enticed me further by lifting the negligee and showing me her milk-swollen boobs. Bev showered earlier, put on light make up, and bright red lipstick. She had shaved her legs and underarms.

After abstaining from fucking for about six weeks, I was horny. I hugged Bev and kissed her boobs, neck, and armpits. I chewed on her protruding nipples; occasionally, I sucked them drawing some milk.

But Bev giggled and wiggled away, saying, “I need to tidy up the house. You can follow me, but you must remove your shorts and underwear. Plan on a long foreplay until I’m good and ready for fucking.”

I did just that and followed Bev with my erect cock sticking out of my loins. I tried to maintain contact with Bev’s body as she went about from room to room. The type of contact depended on whether Bev was standing up or bent down doing a chore. When she was standing up, I groped her boobs, armpits, or pussy; when she bent over, I either kissed or sucked her pussy, and ass. When Bev was picking up breadcrumbs on the floor near the stove, I pushed my crotch against Bev’s and tried to shove my cock in to her pussy from behind; I may have gotten an inch of my cock in Bev’s cavern, but Bev wiggled away. Bev kept giggling as I followed her; often, she stopped doing her chore, grabbed my cock, and enjoyed my gropes and kisses. She let me pursue her, knowing that I wanted to fuck her.

By the time she returned to the living room, Bev’s pussy was juicy. Her pubic hair was matted with nectars. My cock was rock hard, and precum was oozing and dripping down in a single long thread. 

I could not wait any longer. I grabbed Bev in a bear hug and kissed her on the mouth. Bev dropped the dusting feathers. I made her sit in an upholstered chair while I sat on my haunches. I gently raised her legs on to my shoulders, exposing her pussy. It looked just as beautiful as before David was born. I could smell Bev’s nectars and her perfume. I licked the entire length with the tip of my tongue eliciting a gasp and a moan from Bev. I kept licking her pussy and sucking on her distended clit.

Suddenly, Bev grabbed my head and moved it to where she wanted me to lick and suck. Her body became stiff and it began to convulse; she fucked my mouth in rapid pelvic thrusts. “Cummmmming. Ummmmmm. That’s so gooddddddddd.”

I had to fuck Bev. I made her lean over the sofa, stood behind her, and shoved my cock in to her cavern. Her pussy was tight and slick. Because of the long abstinence, I came quickly. I grabbed Bev’s waist and shoved myself in releasing several spurts of cum, “Fuckkkkkk. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk. Greattttttttt.”

However, my erection did not subside completely. I wanted keep fucking, but Bev and I heard David fussing in his crib. 

Bev said, “Jack, I know you are still hard and can keep on fucking me, but I have to check on David. He probably has wet clothes. While I change and feed him, please start a load of laundry, and check if the clothes in the drier are completely dry.”

Several minutes later, I was still in the laundry room when Bev walked in wearing a robe and a huge grin. I asked her, “What’s that big grin for?”

Bev said, “I have a surprise. I bought this for you via mail order.” She opened her robe revealing a red crotch-less fish net body stocking. I stood admiring Bev’s voluptuous beauty. My cock got real hard. I wanted to fuck her.

Bev saw the look on my face. She then started backing towards the pool table in the game room and said, “Come lover, take me on the pool table, just like when we first met.”

Bev got up on the pool table. I went and hugged her. She grabbed my stiff cock and aimed it at her pussy. I pushed my cock slowly all the way in to Bev’s belly. As Bev laid down on the pool table with her ass on the table’s edge, I began fucking her in slow and deep strokes. I enjoyed the view of Bev in the body stocking, and my cock going in and out of her pussy. I could not hold back for long. I released several spurts of cum deep in Bev’s pussy.

I stood savoring the lingering cock quivers, and said, “If we continue fucking without taking any precautions, you may get pregnant again.”

Bev smiled and said, “I will not be surprised at all with the way you deposit large loads of cum! May be David can have a baby brother or sister.”

David is almost a year old. I have been depositing many large loads of cum in Bev’s pussy with great pleasure to her and me. Bev is not pregnant. Not yet anyway!


Please, please, vote. Comments and suggestions welcome. Thanks. Andy