1 comments/ 4249 views/ 1 favorites Realms of Eden: Home Fires B2A1-4 By: sddconst ACT 1 -- Nurture your females Chapter 1 -- Angels Veronica, Ronnie to her friends, Kelleher sat contemplating the advertisement on the screen in front of her for the longest time that her mind failed to note the passing of the postie as she sped past on her little delivery hover. Not that Ronnie was expecting any mail, goodness knows, most of her friends had electronic contact with the lonely woman that sat in the enormous house deep in the bushland south of Brisbane. The house had been built by her late husband, George, who wanted a big home to have kids in and it had to be near water so that he could take his boat out for his weekly fishing trips. So the big house had been built on the banks of the deep wide Corkscrew Creek. The creek had been named because of the twisting and winding way it coursed through the hills and finally out into the ocean. The land had once been part of that ocean, but shifts in the tectonic plates caused a great deal of destruction along the coast, particularly in the densely populated region that was once know as Paradise something or other. A mountain range had pushed in close to the old coastline and raised the ocean floor making the coastline appear to have a big bulge. She laughed to herself at the memory of George telling her it was Queensland's balls. The soft giggles turned, as they had been quite a lot lately, into tears as she grieved for the man that had been suddenly struck down by a virulent form of meningitis that had claimed his life in days after he contracted it. It was one of those things, the doctors had told her. There was no-one to blame, sometimes ancient diseases popped up and people were unlucky. Ronnie hated the fact that it was her George that had been unlucky. The house was empty. No children roamed the spacious yard. The six bedrooms George had insisted on having, telling her that they would be full of little ones, remained empty. Oh they had tried. For just about every day of their 50 year marriage they had tried. Doctors told her that it wasn't anyone's fault, they were both healthy and quite capable of having children. It just seemed that the fates didn't want to reward them for their diligent application to the task of procreation. George had refused to participate in any artificial means of creating children, he firmly believed in natural creation. In the end he had told her that maybe something was telling them that they were meant for other things besides raising children. They had tried to adopt, but the waiting lists had been too long. Everyone it seemed wanted to have children, whether they were their own or someone else's. Ronnie and George Kelleher just never seemed to get high enough on the lists. Until today. The phone call she had gotten from the enthusiastic agent at the adoption agency was the last straw. The beaming woman's face had fallen when Ronnie told her that George had died three years ago. Regretfully the agent had told Ronnie that she would now have to take her off the lists. Ronnie had simply nodded and cut the connection. Now there was an advertisement: "Young single man requires part time housekeeper and gardener for home in eastern Brisbane, prefer person with broad-minded and happy outlook." Something about the two simple lines appealed to her. A part of her mind told her that she would be competing against hundreds of applicants because of the sex and age of the employer and she would be too old. Another told her that she needed to do something otherwise the large store of alcohol that George insisted on maintaining in the house would start to rapidly disappear. It was a vision of herself drunkenly sitting on the veranda of the house crying for her deceased mate that frightened her most. She sent off the application she had been procrastinating about for the past two days with a flick of her right index finger. Going about her normal days, cleaning and washing, she forgot all about the application until an attractive brown haired, brown eyed woman rang her a week later. The woman asked if she would like to come and see the house. Her heart missed a beat as she nervously spoke to the woman who introduced herself as Kelsey Gilroy and filled her in on the man who needed a housekeeper. Kelsey's easy laugh and obvious love for the man that she joked with her about and his hopelessness in looking after himself and his house, made Ronnie's hopes of being a part of someone else's life again soar. They agreed to meet the next day and she quickly took down the address code. Kelsey Gilroy cut the connection to Ronnie Kelleher with a thoughtful frown. Something about the older woman and her sad eyes, despite the happy face, touched her and she hoped that the woman would be far more suitable than the dozen applicants that they had met so far. She giggled to herself as she thought, I wonder if she is going to handle the scrutiny of three women and a feisty red curly haired little girl better than the ones so far. "She was sad, Mummy," that same little girl said to her as she turned back towards the lounge room in Sydney's house. "Yes, Jenny, she did seem a little bit didn't she?" her mother replied giving the little curls a soft ruffle. "Maybe working here will make her happier!" she added as Jenny brushed her paints across a bright blue sky in her drawing. "She will Mummy," said the girl as she walked over to the mat and pointed to a possum in the branches just above the one she had already named Ian. Kelsey smiled, her little girl was making it certain. Jo, her soft wavy brown hair tousled, her eyes barely open as she slowly awoke, looked at the chest barely rising and falling beside her. The strong muscles relaxed as the man slept. A smile split her face as her tongue moistened her lips. Wickedly she let her body slip further down the bed under the covers. "Jo you cannot possibly want anymore," the man sighed as he felt a hot mouth encircle his flaccid penis. There was no answer except for the low hum from her throat as she sucked his full length into her mouth. It was the only time she could get it all in, when he was soft and partly asleep. She heard him sigh as she feasted, her tongue only gently awakening his cock. She savoured their combined tastes with a strange contentment as he tried his best to keep himself soft in her hot mouth. Eventually the flesh began to swell. Jo suddenly decided that her pussy was definitely not up for anymore of his lovemaking, gentle or otherwise and quickly scrambled from under the covers and into the shower across the closed off passageway. Her nudity as she flashed across the hallway didn't bother anyone in the home and besides the new hallway privacy door had been installed while Sydney had been away so no-one could see her heavy breasts or shaven pussy as she entered the bathroom. She felt him move into the shower behind her and threw him the big soft washer that he caught with a grin and began to massage her back with it. By the time he had worked his way down to her dainty feet and washed them she was tingling. His attention again, he had already washed there, between her legs and the crevice of her firm rump almost tempted her to let him have her in the shower but with a smile she pushed his hands away. "Got more interviews today Syddy, no more play time." The man groaned. "Couldn't you just pick Mandy?" "The one with the huge tits, nice arse and come to bed eyes!" she exclaimed. "What was wrong with her?" he asked nodding. "Let me put it this way baby, this," she grabbed his half inflated cock firmly, "would never be up that arse you couldn't keep your eyes off!" "Why not?" he asked with a grin as he rocked his hips a little letting his cock slide through the soapy hands of the big chested nurse in front of him. She watched his eyes close a little as she tightened her grip making the movement a little more pleasurable for him as her hands slid the full length of his now hard cock. "Because when she saw your bedspread she almost threw up and ran out the door," she giggled as her hands began to rapidly stroke him. "Oh," he groaned. She wasn't sure if it was in comprehension of what she had told him about the reason for the rejection of the big titted applicant or because of the pleasure she was giving him with her hands. She knelt as she watched his face begin to show that his explosion was imminent. Sydney's cum hit her wide open mouth as she held him, his hands had stayed firmly by his sides as Jo had taught him her likes. The nurse liked to be able to handle him without his reaching for her hands to guide her strokes, especially when he ejaculated. She liked to control the big man giving her his cream. Not that she often got the chance. In some ways she preferred to be controlled by him, but Sydney wasn't quite as educated about these things as she was. Washing the last of the soap from his cock she kissed him as she stepped from the shower telling him to hurry up. Ronnie Kelleher was enchanted with the little red haired girl who met her at the door. "Come in Mrs Kelleher," she had said when she had pressed the permission to enter button marked on the small console at the front gate. She noted the other buttons for deliveries and messages, she giggled as she saw the one marked, "Angel" and was almost tempted to press it. "She would have been surprised if she had!" remarked Jo to Kelsey as they had watched the older woman checking the calling system that Sydney had designed for the entry to his home. Deliveries allowed the person to indicate if a signature was required or if the item could simply be placed in the large container that slid forward from under the house to take it. Messages allowed the visitor to leave a message if no-one answered the Permission to Enter button. Angel was for the constant stream of women that called in once they had found out that Sydney had returned home from his trips away. The woman would be directed to say her name and subject for tutoring. These were matched to Alfred's database and dependant upon the woman they would be allowed to request further from a new menu that appeared. Some of Syddy's Angels had very direct and had specific needs. Jo had watched several girls get directed to the garage under the house where they would be met by a rampant Sydney who would watch them strip, masturbate and then leave. Some of course simply raced through the opened door and spent as long as they wished with the big man in his house. The generous handsome man who loved them all and treated them as princesses no matter how earthy their needs. Not all the women wanted his flesh or for him even to touch or see them. Some simply asked for instructions and these were ejected from the slot beside the console and they went away to carry out the activity described. Jo herself had asked for a note once. Her face had reddened at the explicit instructions contained within it, but had dutifully complied. She knew that Sydney accessed her vid of her submissively having her arse screwed by Mrs Kendrick, the school principal, with a large strap-on while she wore one of Bonnie's school uniforms, several times while he was on one of his trips. "She's not on the database anyway," giggled Kelsey. As Jenny showed the woman into the spacious living room Ronnie let her eyes take in the elegant but simple furnishings. Someone has taste she thought to herself as she eyed the comfortable lounge chairs, stereo equipment and vid screens. The kitchen was divine as were the three women who watched her walk around with the curly haired red-head. "Hi Mrs Kelleher," said Kelsey as she walked forward with her hand outstretched. "Please, call me Veronica or Ronnie," the woman said as she met the woman just beside the archway of the kitchen. Bonnie and Jo eyed the woman as they introduced themselves and for some reason Bonnie found herself liking the woman straight off. Later she couldn't tell Kelsey or Jo why, but there was something about the woman's easy smile, despite the sadness lingering in her eyes, the soft way she spoke and the simple way she move around. Jo took Ronnie for the tour of the house that contained the main bedroom and en-suite. Ronnie was impressed with the layout of the rooms behind a door that she hadn't even seen until Jo passed her hand over the concealed door opener beside a large pot plant. The opening appeared where there had previously been none startling the woman a little. Jo sniggered as she said, "Sometimes his majesty doesn't want to be disturbed. He can lock the button from his bed console. So if it doesn't open you might have to wait a little while." Ronnie Kelleher grinned with the tallish ample chested woman beside her understanding immediately why the man of the house might not want to be disturbed. Especially, the older woman thought to herself, if any of these three are in there. Diligently she listened to Jo describe the requirements for the large bathroom with its massive spa. The woman spoke like an expert on pumps, filters and other items of construction, simple maintenance and cleaning. "You built all this didn't you, Miss Jepson?" Ronnie asked. "Please, it's Jo. Yes I built it, was something I was pretty good at in a former life. Now I am just a nurse," the woman replied. "Never say just a nurse, Jo," the startled woman said. "I always wanted to be a nurse, just never had the brains." "What were you then, Ronnie? If it is not a rude question," asked Kelsey from behind them. "A part-time fisherman's and full time construction foreman's wife. I would like to have been able to say a mother as well but me and George never were lucky there either," Ronnie replied. Her voice sounded quite sad as she softly replied and the three women turned to the master bedroom. The bedspread covering the large well lit bed in the centre of the room was Jo's and Kelsey's ultimate test of the broad-mindedness of any of the applicants. The bedspread was, they hoped, an indication of what just might be happening in the house that a prospective housekeeper was being asked to clean and keep tidy for a couple of days a week. The cover depicted a very graphic drawing of a well-endowed female on her hands and knees. Above her was a well muscled man who's hard cock was half buried into the anus of the woman beneath him. The way the pair was positioned clearly showed the penetration and the wetness of the woman. The huge testicles of the man pulled to the side as the woman reached a clawed hand back between her legs to grab them. A large part of the woman's big breast was clasped tightly in the warrior's hand as it appeared as if he was ready to drive his large cock deeper into the woman again. Both had the looks of impending orgasms on their features. Sydney had loved the bedspread from the moment Jenny had brought it out and lay it on the bed telling him that it was the other one she had bought. Her mother had sent his original cover for dry cleaning. It was a wonderful, almost lifelike drawing and Sydney had found himself drawn into the image of himself as the rampant warrior. If Es had been awake she no doubt could have shown him images of warrior women in the picture with him, but he left her hibernating in her comfortable location in the healed scar on his leg. It did not however, stop him for trying to emulate the picture with the other women that enjoyed their back door play with him. His comparison of images taken revealed a very surprising similarity to the positions that he and Kelsey had found themselves in at times. Wickedly he had received some mental images, from an unidentified source, showing the warrior woman with a purple stone blazing from a silver circlet on her forehead that matched even closer. Mrs Kelleher was mesmerised by the bedspread and sat on the edge of the bed gazing at it for a considerable time before she ran her hands over the junction of the warriors and smoothed out an imaginary wrinkle. Sydney, observing from his vid system in his study, thought he detected a little tear in the woman's eyes. Jo and Kelsey began talking about the room and the woman turned from her contemplation and listened attentively. Jenny, watching the big man at his computer, smiled. "She will be a good friend Syddy." Sydney finally got to meet the woman as she was guided into his study by Kelsey. The room was the last on the tour, deliberately planned so that the employer would be the last test of the interview. Many of the previous applicants had been rejected because of their initial reaction to Sydney. Kelsey had told him the previous evening, "Syddy if all they want to do is jump your bones you are going to end up doing your own washing, ironing and cleaning and paying them to fuck you." He had grinned at that, saying that he certainly didn't need to pay anyone for sex. Kelsey had smacked his bare bottom as he walked back to the shower with a muttered, "No, not in money, but certainly you pay for it." Ignoring her mutters he had chuckled, I get back more than I pay baby he thought to himself. Mrs Kelleher shyly took the hand that the big dark haired handsome man held out to her as he introduced himself as Sydney Douglas. Lifting her eyes to his face she almost turned and ran from the man as the dark-blue eyes locked with her own green eyed stare. "Why do you feel so sad?" he had asked her as he held her hand directing her to sit in the chair opposite him as he also sat down. "What do you mean, Sydney," she replied as she heard Kelsey and the other women leave the house and let them talk. "The way you looked at the bedspread in my room, the way you looked at me just now, you wanted to run. I am not that scary am I?" he smiled at her as he asked about her reactions. "You certainly are a very direct young man," she said as she grinned back at him. Scared no, wetting herself yes. Sydney let her hand go and sat back observing the solidly built woman before him. He guessed her age to be somewhere around 80, perhaps 90. She stood a little under 165 centimetres high in her low heeled shoes. He noted that they were practical shoes, made to spend all day in, not flimsy little strips of leather attached to a plastic sole that were more for show than comfort. Her dress was a plain lightweight cotton, covering her reasonably sized breasts. Her stomach was a little soft from a lack of recent exercise and hips that appeared to have been allowed to broaden along with that lack of activity. Her hair was a light brown and fell to her shoulders surrounding a pleasant face that contained soft green eyes, a small nose and full lips. Sydney studied her eyes, they contained a pain that had been there for some time, but beside it was a sadness. The woman had lost something and it wasn't just the husband that had left her unexpectedly three years before. He waited a little as he saw her eyes appraising him as well. "I have learnt in my short time here, Mrs Kelleher that if I don't say what I feel and think then people get the wrong impression. Sometimes I feel as if I kept things to myself too much and I paid a rather big price for that. I am determined not to make the same mistake." His words took her aback. As she listened to him speak she could almost feel her husband's spirit in the room with them. He was laughing at her for her silly fears, she could almost hear him telling her that this man was going to be very good for her. "You sounded just like my George then," she said softly. "He always said that life was to be taken a hold of and shook the shit out of." She clapped a hand to her mouth as she spoke without censoring her words. "Pardon," she said hurriedly. "Mrs Kelleher, if you are to be my housekeeper, shit, is going to be the least offensive word you will hear around here," he chuckled as she started to giggle. "And," he added, "not said as softly as you just have." Realms of Eden: Home Fires B2A1-4 The woman began to laugh wholeheartedly as the man indicated for her to join him in the kitchen. She followed him out of the room and watched as he put the kettle on for tea. They chatted for quite some time over tea and biscuits that she found were delicious and asked if he made them himself. Shyly he indicated that he had but, "Only with the help of Kelsey. I am pretty bloody useless around the kitchen I am afraid." Proudly he showed her the Kelsey Simmons' recipe vid display and Ronnie Kelleher was intrigued. "You know my George reckons I was a very good cook. He made some vids of me doing my dishes," she said. She didn't add "among other things," that she was almost tempted to do. "Well perhaps, if you don't mind, you could add them to my education," the man replied. His eyes twinkled in merriment and Ronnie Kelleher got the distinct impression that he had read her intended addition to her statement. She blushed profusely. "Now tell me Mrs Kelleher, what did you think of my bedspread and why did it make you sad?" he asked softly when they resumed their seats. Ronnie Kelleher gave him a small smile and told him how her George loved the 30/40 hole, as he called it. "Thirty degrees warmer and 40 degrees tighter!" she cackled as the man across from her laughed loudly with her. She soon found herself telling the young man, who listened quite attentively to her, about the man who had shared the greater part of her life, now gone for the past three years. For some reason Sydney was beginning to understand the sadness, loss and pain in the woman's eyes for a man that held the woman's heart for so long. He also sensed the need in the woman to have someone to look after again. George it appeared was very much like the man she was having such a long conversation with. "Let me guess, Mrs Kelleher. George had dark-blue eyes like mine," he said softly as she gazed at him as she finished speaking. The woman nodded as Sydney passed her his handkerchief as tears gently fell from her eyes. Kelsey Gilroy couldn't suppress her own tears as she had listened to the pair speaking. She had come back to see if the interview was over. Ronnie Kelleher was the last one of the day. If she did not prove to be the right one she would have to start ringing some more candidates. She turned away and silently went back to her own home. Part way back she began to smile, her boy was going to have someone to look after his house while she concentrated on loving him! Jo was amazed at the energy Kelsey had when she returned from a very brief visit to Sydney's house. She had expected Kelsey to not return for some time letting her friend have a rare few hours with her boy. Jo still giggled when Kelsey referred to the ancient warrior up at the house to the north as a boy. "What happened?" she asked the beaming woman who had begun to clean up her rooms, pack the dishwasher and sort out washing all at the same time. "Ronnie Kelleher is going to be a terrific help around here, Jo! You know what that means!" the woman giggled as she measured powder for the washing machine. "You get to spend more time on your back than on your feet cleaning two houses," the nurse snickered as she hugged the smiling woman from behind. "Sometimes Jo it feels like I haven't seen him for weeks then when I do it is simply to hand him his ironed shirts and pants, or give him his cleaned cricket spikes. I feel more like his mother on those days than his lover!" Jo's fingers traced a path under the short skirt that Kelsey wore and the tips of them touched wetness high on Kelsey's thigh. Nuzzling into the woman's hair then kissing her neck she buried two of them into the source of that wetness as Kelsey pressed her hips back hard against her with a low moan. "I think she has gone Kelsey, my fingers aren't what you need here," she pressed them deeply inside the wet sex, "go, I will look after Jenny for a while." Kelsey turned and kissed her friend then was out the door and heading to the house to the north. Jo sucked her fingers into her mouth and giggled as the woman met Sydney coming the other way. Both disappeared from sight at the top of the small slope that led back to Sydney's house. "I don't think I will go and feed the ducks just yet," grinned a little red head from beside the nurse who could faintly hear the noisy billionaire's daughter as she began to reap the rewards of getting Sydney's domestic chores off her list. Another who heard the noisily coupling pair just out of plain sight over the top of the hill grinned a little as she brushed her dark hair and pulled it into place to fasten the tie around her pony tail. Bonnie was happy for her aunt, the woman would never slow down. Looking down at the small cut she had made on herself with her fingernails as she wound the tie around her hair she watched it heal before her eyes. She dipped her tongue onto the bright red blood that had seeped from the wound and licked until it was gone. No trace of any damage remained. Jo looked up as Bonnie came into the kitchen and grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge. The girl appeared to be bright and happy but Jo could see the dark rings under the girls eyes despite the make-up she had applied. She hoped that the meeting Dr Evans had called for all of them while Bonnie was at school the next day would shed some light on how they could help the little woman that Jo cared very deeply about. As Bonnie looked out the window over the kitchen sink towards where the lovers were just out of sight Jo lay her head on the dark haired woman's shoulder. "She will be ok, Bonnie, she has just been worried about everything and running herself into the ground." The shoulder trembled at her touch, Your nightmares being one of them, she added in her mind. A loud scream and roar drifted down to their ears. "I think someone has just been ridden into the ground," Bonnie tried to joke as she turned in Jo's embrace and kissed the nurse softly. "Hold me Jo, I'm scared," she continued as her eyes filled with tears. Jo Jepson clung to her little love mate desperately and hoped fervently that Sydney would come back down with Kelsey soon. Her wish was answered as the big man took one look at the crying woman and gathered her up in his arms to carry her down the hallway into Bonnie's bedroom. He returned a few minutes later. His face carried a smile that certainly didn't reflect what the two women and one girl watching him saw in his eyes. "She is reliving the past," said Jenny softly as she took the big man's hand and tugged him over to the lounge and cuddled her small frame around him. Her little arms couldn't reach around the big man's chest but he still let her hold him as well as she could, he felt extremely comforted by the girl's body. "It's always the same thing," he looked over Jenny's curls as he spoke to them all. "A crash, the burning, the blackness. I wish I knew what it meant! I can't hold the fears back, there is something powerful in her memories that stops me from fighting them." "I will tell you all tomorrow everything I know," said Kelsey softly, "but not tonight. Bonnie's fears have been with her for a while now, worse since she has started to menstruate. Perhaps Dr Evans will have some more ideas tomorrow as well." Jenny nodded her head in agreement. "I will watch her sleep tonight. Mummy, Syddy, you two need some time. "Jo will you stay with me tonight?" she asked the woman who sat beside them on the lounge. "Yes little one I will stay with you tonight, as long as you promise not to chase me all over the bed!" The little red-head dived from Sydney to her and snuggled into the laughing nurse. "But you are so nice to cuddle, Jo," she squealed as rubbed her head into the warm breasts of the nurse. Sydney and Kelsey laughed as Jo's long fingers began to find Jenny's ticklish spots. Later as Kelsey and Sydney lay spooned together, ready for sleep, in his large bed, Kelsey turned to her lover with a quizzical smile. "You know we are being manipulated by a seven year old don't you?" "Yes, but she does it out of love. Otherwise we would all be sitting around the kitchen table worrying about our little woman and with long faces. That is why she is more powerful than any of us Kelsey. She has had more experience than any of us." "It just worries me that she is taking on too much. Her real mind is still only young. Yet she knows about sex, people, love. Quite honestly Syd she scares me!" Kelsey's voice showed the awe of a woman who has met more than her match and doesn't know how to handle it or what to do. "Try being on my side Kelsey," Sydney said softly. "I am struggling to come to grips with a power that she has almost full control over." He grinned adding, "And I am a million years old!" Kelsey shivered. "Sometimes I remember things Sydney. Like I watched you with her today, when she cuddled you on the couch. I have seen her hold you like that before except her arms wrapped you into her, not struggled to get across your shoulders. It seems like sometimes she is the protector and comforter of us all. I see the ancient wisdom in her eyes. My little girl is going to hold this whole world together someday," her voice dropped to a whisper, "even if it kills her." Sydney could not give her anything more to quieten her fears. Wrapping the woman into his arms he simply held her gently. "She is more than capable, Kelsey. She is Mollenny." The lovers drifted to sleep. The object of their concerns walked the dreams of the little dark haired woman that lay in the bed with her and Jo. Diverting her nightmares of laughing with her parents in a hover that flew only a few metres off the ground and then suddenly exploded in a fiery ball of flame. The young girl struggled to keep her cousin's mind focussed on a soft glowing form that flew alongside the vehicle and reached out to pluck her from the flaming wreck. In her large home overlooking Corkscrew Creek Ronnie Kelleher sipped her beer and reviewed the list that Sydney had given her. It was a list of the duties that the girls from the harem had created in order to look after the man that loved them all. Sydney Douglas had been quite open about the women in his life and what she might encounter on the three days a week that a housekeeper was required. His openness coupled with the slightly embarrassed look her gave her as he listed off names and descriptions had set her off to giggling. "Mr Douglas," she had begun. He had told her that his name was Sydney and he would prefer that he call him that. "Sydney," she had started again, "I am sure that all of the women that come here will get used to me. I am pretty open minded about these sorts of things. Some of my other part time employers used to wander around naked forgetting that I was there. I am sure that it will be fine." The big man had laughed with her and he had gone on to tell her about Kelsey, Jo, Bonnie, Thelma and of course Jenny. Laughingly he had referred to them as the harem. Ronnie had been impressed with the man's obvious love for the four main women in his life but she could see the protective and very passionate feelings he had about the little red headed girl. Jenny had entranced her with her honest and open appraisal when she had first arrived. Somehow Ronnie believed that the little one was the most important one to impress. She snickered as she recalled the conversation that she and her new employer had had when he formally asked her if she wanted the position. "I am sorry Mrs Kelleher if there seems to be a lot to do for just one man," he had said. The list contained half a dozen items. Washing, cleaning, ironing, making the beds, watering the gardens and other duties as requested. Ronnie laughed out loud when she read the last scrawling hand written addition to the list, as if written by someone who was only just forming her words on paper, that simply said: Make him happy. Gazing out into the darkness Ronnie sighed. "Oh yeah Jenny," she whispered to herself, "I will definitely be trying to make him happy." Humming to herself she got up from the table where she had been sitting and made her way into her large kitchen. Opening the refrigerator she examined the stock of beers that were always present and decided to select the rare bottle of wine that sometimes resided in the chilled door area. The white wine was pleasant in her mouth as she took a sip before returning to her favourite chair on the verandah. The other chair remained empty, its slightly battered cushion still retaining the indentation of the man that used to sit on it and talk with her about their days. Turning to the chair she raised her glass in toast and said, "Well George, I think this old lady may have found a reason to hang around this world for a bit longer." She grinned as a soft breeze sprung from nowhere and a small gust of air brushed across her legs and ruffled the material of her skirt. George always stroked her thigh with his big hands whenever she said something that made them happy. That stroking always seemed to fire up her sexual needs and if he left his hand there for any length of time she would find herself helplessly ready for his attention. Sometimes they never found their way back inside the house before their satisfied cries floated across the stillness of the air above the creek. Ronnie Kelleher found herself opening her legs wider for the soft breeze as thoughts of the big hands and dark-blue eyes of Sydney Douglas stroking and watching her sent her into a state of excitement she had almost forgotten she could feel. Setting aside the wine glass her hands found their way between her legs to help the insistent breeze finish its job. "Oh goodness, Sydney!" exploded from her mouth as her fingers rapidly flicked her swollen clit as her hips convulsed causing her chair to buck gently. The breeze blew a little harder against her hot wet flesh still exposed by her hands holding her panties aside causing more tingling. She thought she caught a pleased chuckle in the back of her mind from her deceased mate and the smile on her face grew wider. Patrick Evans tried to finish the examination of the data he had collected. He had been trying to build a scenario that was understandable for the audience he would have later that day with the people he had come to admire most. Now he had a problem. Bonnie was an angel and he needed to protect her. Not from the renewed speculation that had recently occurred over the angel that was discovered 50 years ago, but from the hatred and grief that threatened to swallow the woman in her guilt at surviving. With a sigh he realised he could do nothing else but present his findings. Jenny would have to find a solution where he could not. All of his professional instincts screamed a huge negative at the burden he was placing on a seven year old child, but he could not see any other way. He waited in his office for his appointment. Alfred watched from the monitor on Patrick Evans' desk as Sydney, Kelsey and Jenny came in and took seats in the large lounge that aligned one wall of the office. Jo was already present beside the doctor and her cheery face was enough to lift the others in the room as she poured tea and offered biscuits. "Come on people," she cajoled them, "it's not as if we are going to a council meeting here!" Sydney smiled and Kelsey laughed. She had attended enough of her local council's meetings to know how boring they could be. "I certainly hope it is not as boring as our local members are!" she grimaced as she sipped her tea. "Well it is not that bad, but I guess some of the stuff I might put up will be pretty boring," said Patrick with a small smile. Jenny stood in the middle of the floor and once she had all their attention she spoke. Softly and calmly, her million plus years of existence showing in the solemn brown eyes that regarded them all. "Dr Evans simply tell us what Bonnie's physical problems are. Then we can discuss the mental things. There is much work to do and I, for one, would like to know whether I can take actions that I think can be of use without hurting her." Sydney grunted as if he had been hit as the little girl never changed her form. She spoke simply as the little red-head, he had expected Mollenny to appear. "No warrior," the little girl shook her head as she turned her bright eyes up to him. "Mollenny has no place here, nor does the warrior. Bonnie has to be helped as herself, not as Bonnadrice." Sydney nodded his understanding and waited for Dr Evans to begin. The three adults took up the lounge chair in Patrick's office with Jenny arranging herself at Sydney's feet as Kelsey and Jo sat either side of him. Patrick pulled up his chair to face the four of them with Alfred watching from the monitor on the wall behind him. "What I am about to tell you is something that Bonnie herself is not totally aware of, yet," he started, "but she is beginning to understand that what she is and what she thought she was are two different things." Sydney looked up quickly at the man and felt Jenny's hand grab his foot and squeeze gently. "Wait" her body seemed to say, he relaxed and waited for Patrick to continue. Sydney felt Kelsey tense beside him and he placed his hand on her leg and squeezed giving her the same message. Jo had felt him tense and relax and so she followed his lead and kept quiet. "Bonnie is a very special young lady," he continued, "and of course I know that you all feel that in your hearts for her but physiologically and psychiatrically she is very special in more ways than being an angelic woman." He paused, "An ironic use of the word there Doctor," he said almost to himself and he turned a very bright smile upon them and continued. "Since the dawn of time we medical people have faced so many things that we don't understand and still don't understand I suppose. I guess that we continue to live and learn every time we deal with patients, diseases and catastrophes. Ever since the holocaust over 1,000 years ago we are facing more and more mysteries." Jo spoke softly, "The mutations." Dr Evans nodded and took another sip of his tea and set the empty mug on the table. Kelsey, seemingly needing something to do, rose from her seat and moved to the tray of tea items to pour another mug for him and for herself as well. Her hands trembled and she slopped a little tea on the tray before apologising to Patrick, who waved her words away with a smile. Kelsey's eyes glazed a little and she spoke to the room. "As you all know Bonnie's parents died in a hover crash." They all nodded and the thing that had puzzled Sydney for years suddenly crashed into his head. Before Kelsey spoke again he blurted out, "How does a hover crash? Unless someone was overriding the automatic controls they never crash!" Kelsey nodded slowly. "Unfortunately we will never know. The reports said that something had caused the guidance systems to malfunction and the hover crashed into the ground at almost 300 kilometres an hour." She gulped a mouthful of her tea before she continued, "Bonnie was in the hover." Sydney's eyes closed then opened in shock as Jo beside him jumped out of her seat. "Impossible!" she cried, "She would never have survived!" Dr Evans took over. "But survive she did and without a scratch." Sydney was dumbfounded and shook his head in denial as Dr Evans continued. "You remember Syd when she broke her hand punching your mother?" Sydney grinned at him. "Biggest haymaker I ever saw," the man smiled at the memory, not something he could have done at the time as his mother was crunching her heeled shoe onto his broken arm. "Well we didn't need to plastisheet her hand. It was already repaired by the time she was brought in. We did it to take away any curiosity about her injury, to protect her from any unwanted attention. It was done at the insistence of Kelsey." Realms of Eden: Home Fires B2A1-4 Sydney's thoughts rocked and rolled around in his mind. Kelsey's next words answered the questions in them. "Other people knew that she had survived the crash and they also knew about the punch that she landed on your mother. The cast was a ruse to stop them getting any more suspicious than they already were." "How did they cover up for her non-injury from the hover crash?" asked Jo. Kelsey smiled. "She was never there. You forget my family is very powerful and has very good friends in the right places. She never appeared on the reports and so no-one knew, except of course those trusted people that did the covering up. It appears though that one of them is still curious." She looked drained and Sydney guessed that hiding that secret had been a big burden on her for the last few years. Giving her a warm smile he clasped her hand tightly in his own and kissed the knuckles when she returned to sit beside him. He tried to let her know that he was willing to help with anything that came up from now on. Dr Evans cleared his throat again and explained to them that when he was doing tests for Sydney with Dr Collins he included some blood work for Bonnie in the tests and the results were quite astounding. His eyes sparkled as he talked about red and white cells and serum and the technical findings that her blood gave him as Alfred flashed diagrams and graphs up on the monitor behind him. Jo giggled and called out, "Patrick, Pat!" Dr Evans looked at her and she politely reminded him that not all of those present had doctorates in biology and that his explanation was going over everyone's heads. Dr Evans looked sheepish and then his jaw dropped in amazement when Jenny stated from her position at Sydney's feet. "Her blood doesn't die." "What did you say?" "Bonnie is an angel, she can't die, at least not as we would from injuries. Every part of her is alive, some of those parts more than others," she gave Sydney a mischievous look and her left eye closed in a wink. Sydney suddenly recalled the meeting he had had with the doctors and interns at the hospital before he had been allowed to leave. One of the interns had mentioned an angel, turning to Dr Evans he asked if it was the same thing. The Angel at that time Es revealed to him as being one of his! "Yes Sydney it is," he answered. Opening his arms he addressed them all again. "The blood condition that we have found in Bonnie was called Angels Blood many, many years ago by a doctor in Sydney that discovered it in one of her patients. Unfortunately the doctor was not very discrete in her discovery and the poor girl was pricked and prodded by scientists and doctors from all over the country and eventually they broke her mind and her spirit. She died from a massive dose of fast acting poison that a sympathetic nurse supplied to her. "Unfortunately speculation has been renewed about the use of Angels Blood in providing some assistance in some limb transplant work that has been going on with a group in Papua. All hospitals have been ordered to report cases to the government." The members of Bonnie's family looked at him in shock. Sydney could feel the warrior in him begin to surface and Jenny had to grasp his face in her hands in order to get his attention and tell him to stand down! "There is no-one to fight here Sydney! Dr Evans is not going to give anyone Bonnie's details!" the little girl yelled at him. Having calmed the big man she continued. "Bonnie doesn't know what she is yet. So far she is having nightmares about the crash and as much as I am trying to soothe her fears I can't penetrate her guilt over her surviving and her parents did not. I think I am going to need help of a different kind to get her through this," she said and turned towards Dr Evans. He started to stammer a reply then stopped and softly spoke. "I have given her some drugs to help her sleep though I suppose that the nightmares will overcome them eventually. I am not sure what else I can do. "I can't very well go to my psychiatric friends and say 'I need you to help an angel get over the fact that she didn't die when she should have', now can I?" He looked around appealing to all of them and all slowly nodded their acceptance. Dr Evans continued. "With the government directive I dare not breathe a word of her condition to anyone, Jo I trust, but no-one else. Though to be quite honest I would like to know why someone in government wants blood that doesn't die for use in so called limb transplants. I cannot believe that will be its true use." The group looked to Alfred. "I can't penetrate that system. it is not connected to the rest of the government set up, they don't know that I am still in there anyway," his expression was smug. Sydney grinned and told him that he would talk to him about it later. "The point is," emphasised Dr Evans, "we can't let the world know about another Angel. But," and he waved his hands at the group in helplessness, "somehow we need to get her some help otherwise she is going to eat herself up with guilt and will in all likelihood become just as broken and depressed as the first angel. I guess you know where that may lead." He sighed deeply, his appeal showed his love for the little woman. Desperately he needed some solution that would ensure that she would get the help he could not give her. Jenny looked into Sydney's eyes. "You have to be her saviour! You have to replace her nightmares with something else and not just bouncing her up and down on your sword either." Jenny needed the warrior to focus extremely well on this problem, she could feel the man's mind struggling with something that she could not tell him yet. It would be something that the other would have to tell him when the time came. It was not her place. Sighing she looked into his eyes as he stared at her dumbly. Sydney just stared at her not having a clue as to how he was going to accomplish what she was asking. "Think Warrior," she whispered, "What was Thelma's gift to you?" Blinking his eyes he saw the little red head waiting patiently. The penny dropped, dream casting. Sydney would have to begin to make a different world, a different set of memories for his to-be lover before she would unload the burden of guilt she carried. He nodded slowly, Jenny leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. "I will help warrior," she said softly. She turned to Patrick, who by his look had no idea what had just been exchanged between the big dark haired man and the little girl, but by the look of their faces they had a plan. For Patrick it was enough and he waited for Jenny to speak. Her words set them all to giggling. "I need a drink!" Chapter 2 -- Demons As Oceania changed its political structures, pre- and post holocaust, the delineation of state boundaries became simply a way of defining an entire locality. Queensland was still Queensland, but there was no longer a state government to control vast areas that government officials from a centralised city never even got to anyway. Now the whole of Oceania had strong local authorities that reported directly to the central government led by the President. There were 600 districts, as they were generally referred to, governed by men and women elected by the local population and given a broad range of powers. Those powers interlocked with central control. Emergency services, education, transport, social services and the military were central control concerns, however, local authority over these matters could dictate and even subsume central. It was a system that had been implemented, modified and tweaked for over 500 years. It worked reasonably well. Thelma Daintree, smartly dressed in dark blue business attire of skirt and jacket over a soft cotton shirt of light grey, regarded the men and women who were eagerly awaiting her address. The group was in the auditorium of the army command centre based in the far north of what used to be South Australia, in the district of Sandrill. The district was chosen because of the large military presence and the training centre that was used by the military for its officers and special forces. It was ideal for the work that was needed to be done to investigate and begin the process of prosecuting the perpetrators of Project BF. The location was also impossible to be penetrated by those who still operated parts of the insidious project, not yet aware that the organisational head had been well and truly decapitated. The people that Thelma addressed now were investigators, analysts and data collectors. She still had a massive job to collect all of the evidence required to bring the case against the main 11 players in this game to justice. It was her intention to ensure that all of them died by lethal injection and did so quickly. Having the case dragged out for 30 or 40 years to remind the people of Oceania of a black piece of history was not in anyone's interests! Coolly she assessed the bright eyed faces in front of her. Many of the people were fresh out of university and had yet to be turned cynical and pessimistic by life's unfolding dramas. Realisation of how much her own cynicism and pessimism she had to hold down in order to convey her instructions hit home hard. Joyfully she realised that it wasn't as hard as she had initially thought and wondered briefly whether the vid call she had taken with her extended family in Brisbane last night had given her the optimistic and uplifting feeling she had in her now. Thelma assigned the last of the present tasks to a team of doe eyed women led by Carmen Long. She smiled at the ex-policewoman, who had for nearly 5 days been taken over by the sex drugged alien, Esmeralda, and thanked her once again for her help. Carmen smiled. "Thelma, if you hadn't told me why I had a sore pussy and an almost broken jaw I would have badgered you for years to find out the story. You were honest to me, I want to repay your faith in anyway I can." "I just hope Carmen that you don't find yourself spending years here," the woman sighed, then realised she had let her cheerful facade slip and apologised to the group. "We will try not to," chortled Carmen turning to indicate her team. The woman added, "Some of us are finding the working together very beneficial." Blushes and giggles came from the women around her as they heard her comments. Thelma laughed despite herself and patting the ex-policewoman on the buttocks warned, "Play when you can, but there is a lot to do!" The women nodded and left to find the desks that had been allocated to them over the far side of the complex. Watching them go she sat down heavily in the chair behind the desk at the front of the room with a sigh. She had seen a similar group of young women yesterday, they had the same blushes and giggles, unfortunately they were not a natural response to the woman that stood among them as their leader. She wept quietly as she recalled how they began to react as the first group to to undergo the deprogramming that would hopefully revert them back to the normal happy women that they should have always been allowed to be. Trying to banish from her mind their screaming demands for sex that degraded to begging and pleas, she got up. Wearily she gathered her notes and went back to her own offices in the underground bunker laughingly called The Enlightenment Centre. It had been almost three months since Sydney and Es had left her, Greg and Martha in Townsville. It had been a sad night, as all realised that it would be a long time before they would get together for any more than a couple of hours over the coming years. President Weir had called on Martha and Thelma to head up the team that would pursue the prosecuting case for the government. Something that Sydney had already known. With heartfelt apologies he had made love to the women, weeping with them in the dawn hours before they were to fly out on the hover jet that would take them back to central Australia. Greg had been given the task of running the university. Repairing the reputation as well as the damage that had occurred in the stupidity over the attacks for money and drugs that did not exist. The task frightened Greg but he was glad to be given it to take his mind off the death of his wife. A hurt that was still too raw in his mind to be mentioned, however well-intentioned the person was. As Thelma's dyed brunette locks reverted to blonde, Greg withdrew even from that comfort. He did not see Thelma and Martha off on their flight. He was pleasantly surprised though at the visit by Sydney a few days later when the man asked him to take him to the underground city. The pair had spent several days touring the complex before Sydney dropped his bombshell. "Greg, how would you like to populate this city with people from all over the world?" he had casually asked as they stood on a platform that looked down over the entire complex. "Who would want to come here?" the man asked. "Those who have had nowhere else to go for the last 500 years," Sydney said softly. "People who have been persecuted, ridiculed, hurt and exiled by their own government. I am not sure how many our anonymous friend has found homes for, but I am sure that a lot of them would like to come back. "I had hoped also, Greg, that it might be a place for the families affected by Project BF to come to. Somewhere away from the gossip, the pitiful looks of their neighbours. A place where some of them can hide until they feel like they want to rejoin the world. "If that happens the first things you will want to get going are the hospitals, shopping centres, day cares and playgrounds." Greg turned to look at the man incredulously. "Do you realise how much work that will take?" he exclaimed. "Yes Greg I do. Which is why I am asking you about it. You have more organisational skills than Thelma or Martha. I have seen how the university works, you drive it! Goodness knows how you do your other work, but I have seen Thelma and Martha defer just about everything but the most trivial to your judgement. I know that you can do this Greg. I think I can get you a lot more help than you have now." Sydney's voice was passionate, convincing. Greg realised that it meant a lot to himself as well as he had envisaged the buildings and streets below him noisy and colourful with lights and people. Nodding he turned to the man with a grin and held out his hand. Sydney passed him a thick dossier instead of his hand to shake. "What's this?" Greg asked a little taken aback. "The deeds," the young man smiled. Leaving the tall doctor flabbergasted he began to walk back to the access lifts to the world above them. Greg caught up to him just as the lift opened. "This says some entity called Majestic Balance owns this place!" Sydney nodded and waited for the man to continue to read. "What the fuck!" was the response Sydney expected as the doctor read further into the executive summary. "Yes Greg. Me, you, Thelma, Martha and all the rest of those names own it! Lock, stock and barrel. I suggest you best take care of our investment," Sydney laughed at the man's expression all the way up the 1500 metre climb in the lifts. Sydney had given Greg much more than the deeds, it was a list of names to be contacted for assistance in the set up, advertising for the start of the 'Bring them home' campaign as well as access to bank accounts containing hundreds of millions of dollars to start the business of bringing the underground city to life. It had been sitting at the end of his bed when he returned from dropping Thelma and Martha off at the airport. Leaving the man with a promise that he would get back to him as soon as he found time, Sydney had only two other bits of business to take care of before he returned to his impatiently waiting group in Brisbane. Firstly he contacted Keith Richardson and gave him a list of the contacts for the underground army that Thelma had put together. Going through the list with the man he pointed out those that had proven to be Whitbourne's and Molby's spies. Only a few of them were actually still alive or not in custody. Richardson's first priority was to the eliminate them. The big military sergeant looked at his supreme commander carefully before he spoke. "You want them dead, Sir?" "If necessary, else locked up or at least neutralised. You will find that there are a few of the civilians in that list that are very good at that sort of thing." Sydney's eyes had turned cold and darker as he spoke. "Keith, they cannot be left to start something like Project BF again. As it is I have quite a lot to do before this is truly over. I cannot do this as well." "What about the leadership team?" Keith asked him. "You are the leadership team Keith. You and you alone," the big man told him before he walked away into the darkness of the park that they had met in. Keith Richardson grimaced as he watched the man disappear. "Lachlan is going to love that!" he said to himself as he made his way back to his hover. Next using contacts supplied to him by Jo Jepson he arranged for the reconstruction of Thelma's beautiful house. Something he hoped would give his teacher the message that he was still her teammate despite the distance between them. He also hoped it would help the woman get through the struggles he knew she would face over the coming months possibly years. Thelma was oblivious to the plans Sydney had made. She was confused when her insurance company told her that there was nothing further she needed to do about her house. The woman she spoke to refused to give her any more details other than it was being taken care of. With everything else Thelma simply put it on the back burner, a job to do when she finally got out of this mess. Mess, it was not an adequate word for the web of deceit, blackmail and horrifying plans of a man who's sole purpose in life it seemed was to pay back his sisters for laughing at his small cock. Thelma read and re-read the psychiatrists' reports on their interviews with the ugly arrogant man that languished in solitary confinement deep beneath the ground at Sandrill. Not only was the army base a training centre, it also held the most secure jail in the country. Whitbourne was not even aware of who was in the cells next to him. The almost pedantic requirements of Whitbourne to record everything that happened with Project BF was the thing that hung him. From the earliest meetings with key players, right up to the recorders running when the end game was played in parliament house. Everything was recorded either by public equipment or by surveillance vid that Whitbourne or his associates carried on them. It was obvious that many of the subjects did not know their words and actions were being captured by Whitbourne and his team as they carried out each carefully mapped out stage of their plans. It was a habit that Whitbourne had started at an early age. Thelma reviewed the recordings of the women in his household cavorting on their parents' bed and the early humiliation of the man as his oldest sister held her vibrating dildo against the young man's small cock and laughingly told her sisters that is wasn't even a mouthful. The blonde couldn't help but agree as she saw the puny object of their derision. Surprisingly his father did not lack for equipment and Thelma could not help but wonder about a man who secretly recorded his parents lovemaking and their coupling with their more than willing daughters. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands. of hours of recordings and Thelma had to carefully screen the groups that would be reviewing them. Whitbourne had, along with his recordings, also kept diaries of the events he recorded. Electronic documents that were carefully catalogued and indexed. Some of the political heavyweights in Brisbane would be very interested in getting their hands on the material and ensuring that they never saw the light of day. Conversely some of them would have paid dearly for the material to use as weapons against their fiercest political opponents. Realms of Eden: Home Fires B2A1-8 ACT 1 -- Nurture your females Chapter 5 -- Bonnie's family "Mum where's my hair bands?" called the small black haired girl as she rummaged in her bedroom drawers for the cloth covered rubber bands that held her hair in the ponytails she liked as she ran and played with her friends on the sports fields. "I packed them sweetie, sorry," said Dianne Gilroy as she stood at the doorway to her daughter's room. "I thought you might like to leave it out for the trip up to see Aunty Kelsey and Uncle David. You know Daddy likes to see your beautiful hair out on his princess." The woman smiled as her little girl ran over to her and gave her a hug. "Ok Mum," she giggled as the woman let her go to head towards the garage. There her father, Mitch, was packing their cases and other gear for the two month visit to his brother and his wife with their new baby. She sighed as she heard the singsong voice of Bonnie talking to her father. Knowing that the little vixen would be winding the man around her little finger as she bumped her little hips into the man who was terribly in love with his long legged tomboy daughter. She surveyed the room for the last time checking that there was nothing else the sixteen year old would want before they returned after the summer school vacation. Satisfied she returned to her own bedroom and placed the last of the baby clothes she had retrieved from the tops of the wardrobes into the bags she had set aside for them. A little tearfully she folded some T-shirts into the last of the stack. Bonnie was their only child, her and Mitch had been trying for another one for the past five years without success, though at least now they knew the reason why. Twelve months ago the news they had feared was delivered by a sad faced doctor. Mitch had been rendered impotent by the exposure to radiation in a mine that had been unsealed as part of his company's exploration of some old excavations in the far north of Australia. The mine had been closed over 1,000 years ago for reasons that had been forgotten. Mitch had been part of the initial exploration team that had found that the underground mine shafts had been used as a repository for uranium waste from the old nuclear power plants that had once dotted the country. The radiation, not lethal, but still able to cause problems, had forced the team back to the surface and the mine was sealed again. Now that effect had been confirmed the couple had decided that though they had desired more of their own children, they would look at other options to give their first little girl the companions that she had hinted at on more than one occasion. Dianne giggled at the memory of the latest of those hints. A lovingly arranged candle-lit dinner for two. The pair had discovered it when they arrived home after drinks with some work colleagues to celebrate a new contract for some construction work to be undertaken in the central Australian district of Sandrill for the military. A note had been left on the table by Bonnie telling them that dinner was in the oven and fridge. Mitch had been delighted to find a plate of raw oysters, several bottles of his favourite wine and desserts in the fridge. Dianne had almost cried over the aromas of the sweet curry chicken that sat in the dish keeping warm in the oven. "She wants us to make babies," she sighed into her husband's shoulder as he held his tearful wife. "Well then my lady," he said playfully rubbing his hips against hers, "let us at least practice! I might have some news for you tomorrow!" Laughing they had eaten the fare and had not even made it to dessert before Mitch had stripped her clothes off. Laying her on the hastily cleared table he made her eyes close in pleasure as his big cock penetrated deeply into her more than willing pussy. Her throatily demanded needs for more, harder and faster spurred him to pound her sex roughly as he pawed her breasts the way she loved. He pulled out of her throbbing wet orifice suddenly and clutched her head tightly as she slid to her knees to drink from his spurting rod. It was something that he had recently requested her to do. She complied willingly as she realised that his deep down hatred of wasting his dead sperm in her womb was the main reason. Joyfully she swallowed him watching his eyes as she purred her enjoyment of his tasty dessert. Husband and wife had never truly discussed their feelings about the lack of being able to reproduce. Their only daughter became a strong focus in their lives and for a long time nothing else seemed to matter. It was only in the last few years when they had met with dozens of people from adoption agencies, fertility clinics and family planning advisors that the desire to have a playmate for the little girl that doted on them became more important. The devastating news of Mitch's infertility had not seemed to affect their love or the frequency of their rough and tumble intercourse. Mitch's comment that he may have had some news for her after Bonnie's eloquently arranged dinner had turned out to be another empty promise from some airhead at a local adoption agency. She had mistakenly passed information onto the wrong couple about the upcoming birth of twins to a woman who had no desire to raise the children after a drunken party that saw her impregnated. The mother-to-be did not even know who the father was and her only desire was to have the children adopted in order to resume her carefree lifestyle. It was something that the couple could not understand but were more than willing to have the children resulting from the liaison. They were devastated when the mistake was realised by a more senior officer in the organisation. Now they were heading up to see Mitch's brother David. A man that Dianne could not stand to be around. When Kelsey had breathlessly rung her with the news a couple of years ago that she was pregnant she had fought with Mitch for the first time in their ten years of marriage. "He can get you pregnant!" he had shouted at her. "If you think I am going to spread my legs again for that arrogant, stuck up bastard you have got another think coming!" she had screamed back at him. Mitch had no idea how much she had detested his brother until then. It was one of the main reasons as to why they had not gone to visit the newborn nor invited the couple down to see them. Mitch had not realised how much his wife had hated his brother. He had also not been aware that Dianne had been to bed with the man before he met her. David had not mentioned the fact either when Mitch had voiced his intention to marry the school teacher from Orange. Tearfully she had explained to him how his brother had met her, on one of his trips around the country for the mining company he worked for. It had been at a teacher's party in the town, thrown at the principal's house to celebrate end of semester. David had been charming and sophisticated, or so she believed and allowed herself to be cajoled into joining him in his motel for the weekend. The man had been a less than skilful lover who was more interested in her mouth and the pleasure she could give him than the other way around. She had left in the middle of the Sunday afternoon vowing to never let herself be so gullible again. Three years later she had met Mitch, not connecting the two surnames until the weeks before the wedding. David had arrived at the house they shared in the country region of Haddin in far south western New South Wales where they both worked. Dianne had cornered David shortly after his arrival and threatened his manhood should he ever breathe a word of the affair that they had had three years before. It was typical of the man that he demanded a blow job for his silence on her wedding night. The knife she held against his throat as her hand tightly held his testicles threatening to make them explode got her message across. David never mentioned the incident to anyone, nor made further demands on his brother's wife. Mitch was now very angry with his brother. Kelsey had convinced him that he was a different person in the long conversations that the brown haired woman had with him, his wife and their bubbly black haired daughter. Eventually Bonnie had convinced them to take the trip up to see the new baby and had pestered them everyday until they had conceded. Her joyful cries as she spoke to her Aunt caused the couple to smile. They had stopped at the coastal district of Ballina, just before the old Queensland border for lunch. The trip was not a sprint, it would take them most of the day. They had told Kelsey that they would not be arriving until early the next morning as they planned on staying in a motel on the Tweed river. They wanted to spend an afternoon with Bonnie fishing and exploring some caves that the girl had been fascinated with ever since Aunt Kelsey had told her about them. The hover had exploded just as they left the district controls of Ballina and passed into the control area of Nightcap National Park. "Dianne had rung me just as they were getting back into the hover to leave Ballina," whispered Kelsey softly as she finished telling Sydney as much of the history she knew of the parents of her niece. The man had lain with the two women in Bonnie's bed as the girl had awoken screaming after the drugs had finally succumbed to the nightmares in Bonnie's mind. The dark rings around Bonnie's eyes were more pronounced now. She had listened to the story her Aunt told the man cuddling her gently with some laughter and sadness as things were revealed to her that she had not known before. It had seemed such a long time ago since the crash. So much had happened here with her Aunt and Sydney in the past five years. Now she could not help but remember her parents sharply as the nightmares drove her to tears and screams as they crept into her sleep. Bonnie had not slept properly for the past several months and she knew that the couple lying in her bed were extremely worried about her. Unexpectedly she giggled and turned to her Aunt. "Did Mum really tell you what they did on the kitchen table at home or did you just make that up?" "Dianne told me a lot of things when we talked on the phone and, you may not know this, your Mum and I met several times at our old home town in Nyngan district. We used to go to school together when I was in junior high and she was a senior. "It was in my times of running off after my Daddy died. I used to come home every now and then just to see if Mum was ok. Dianne was the only one who ever knew I was there." Kelsey's eyes filled with tears for her old friend. The face of the woman lying beside her was a stark reminder of how cruel and small the world was. "I remember Mummy used to talk to someone a lot on the phone. Daddy always said it was her sister, but I had asked my Granddad and he told me that she didn't have any sisters. I guess Daddy thought you two were close enough to be sisters," Bonnie sighed as she hugged her aunt's trembling body to her. "Sometimes I think I should have listened to her when she told me about David," Kelsey sighed. "But by then I needed to escape again. Mum didn't even know who I was, Daddy was dead and I couldn't stand to be alone again." Suddenly she brightened. "But then again if I hadn't come up here, I wouldn't have Jenny. Wouldn't know what it is like to have such beautiful people in my bed!" She lowered her lips to Bonnie's and kissed her softly, sweetly and Sydney felt his body react to the sensuousness of the kiss that seemed to make the skin of both of the women begin to glow in the soft lighting of the bedroom. Bonnie growled as her hands found Sydney's stiffening cock and Kelsey's wet pussy. Pushing herself up she sat between the two of them, tossing the light covering off the bed as she did. "Touch me," she demanded softly as she spread her legs over their upper bodies as her hands began to jerk and stroke the two sets of genitals beneath her fingers. Kelsey bit her lip to quieten her noise as Bonnie's fingers slid rapidly in and out of her wet pussy. "Fuck," she groaned softly, "how do you know how to make us do this for you? No wonder Dianne and Mitch had so much time in bed, you know how to push buttons don't you, little bitch!" "Mummy liked Daddy's big cock in her," said Bonnie smiling as she pressed the palm of her hand hard against her Aunt's clit, roughly palming the sensitive button. "I think sometimes she was as noisy as you Kel," she added giggling as Kelsey's hips bucked on the bed her mouth sucking fiercely on Bonnie's small foot in an effort to keep her squeals to a minimum. Sydney grinned as he watched Kelsey's hips and Bonnie's talented hand. The brown eyes glared back at him from the woman squirming on the bed beside him. "Suck him Bonnie, take his cock deep, I don't know how you do it, but fuck I love watching you suck him off!" she cried as she pushed her niece's hand away from her sex. Bonnie wickedly switched her attention and on hands and knees she attacked the big cock she had been gently stroking. Sydney's eyes rolled back in his head as she swallowed him quickly and totally. Small fingers wrapped around his large nuts as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Kelsey placed her head on his stomach watching the little oral slut gobble the cock she could barely fit half of in her own talented mouth. Bonnie's eyes stared into hers as the big muscle in her mouth jerked and fired its heavy creamy load into her hot mouth. Raising her head she relaxed her lips and allowed the semen to overflow down his shaft as she lifted her head to show the centimetres of flesh she had swallowed. "Clean him up Aunty Kel," she whispered sweetly as her mouth cleared the top of Sydney's still dribbling dick. "Swallow his cum before I make you swallow mine." Kelsey grinned as she complied. Bonnie might have nightmares, but she certainly was a demanding little fuck. She no sooner had her tongue rapidly working over Sydney's lower stomach and the base of his cock before the black haired woman bobbed her head downwards again. Kelsey's eyes widened in amazement as Bonnie's tongue licked her own as she licked his cream from the base of his cock. "Your mother once told me that she could deep throat a tennis racket. I never saw her do it but I know that at her hen's night the stripper's cock was at least as big as Sydney is now and I saw her swallow that in one go. Must be something about the way the O'Keefe women's mouths are made," sighed Kelsey as she let her tongue follow Bonnie's lips back up to the tip of Sydney's cock and kiss her niece as their tongues sought out more of the man's cream. Bonnie lay back on the bed demanding the services of Kelsey's tongue as promised. Sydney wickedly rubbed his cock over the upturned arse of the hard held woman as Bonnie called him to fuck her Aunt's arse, "Queen her Syddy, the slut sucks harder with your big cock in her arse!". Kelsey could do nothing but muffle her squeals into the virgin twat pressing hard against her mouth. Chapter 6 -- Reasons Inside a quiet house in the newly named Serendipity Street, three women sat talking quietly as they enjoyed a meal of linguine and seafood. A meal cooked by the youngest member of the household, Melody Randall. Watching the other two eat she felt a great deal of satisfaction as they complimented her on the lovely meal and toasted her with small glasses of fruit juice. Alcohol was not allowed in the house at this time until her addiction to the drug that had turned her into a plaything for the country's military was completely free of her system. It was not just her that suffered from the withdrawal of the drug. The dark haired woman, Abigail, that sat smiling at her to her right as she toasted her housemate and lover, was also a victim of the withdrawal caused by the enforced use of the drug. They and over a hundred other drug addicted women had been among the first of the new settlers to the underground city beneath the streets of the small town above them, Townsville. On their initial tour, several days ago, they had been frightened of the big metropolis that they had been told stretched for kilometres. As far as the old city had been nearly a thousand years ago. But as Christine, their mentor and guide, had showed them around, pointing out the lighting that could light up hectares of the city as if they stood out in the daylight above. They had begun to love the quaint little cottages, houses and other buildings that lined the streets all around them. It was Melody that had shyly asked about the name of the street where the house was that the woman told her would be hers, Abigail's and Carmen's home if they wanted it. Hearing that no names had been assigned in the city she had asked if it was ok to call it Serendipity. A place where she hoped that she would have the chance to make or break herself again in the new life after the horror of the breeding factories. Christine had smiled, nodded and noted it on her work pad. Carmen had giggled as she hugged the young woman to her chest as a hastily made street sign was put on the post at the end of the block of homes. Melody had squirmed in pleasure at the woman's kiss and hug. Abigail had also shyly cuddled into the older, taller woman and Carmen had joyfully kissed her as well. The two younger women sat quietly watching Carmen as she cleared away the dishes, telling them to stay where they were as they had cooked and prepared while she had done very little except laze around and watch. They giggled at her words. Carmen had been a tower of strength. Unloading their bags that had been delivered by family from their previous homes, making the bed and re-arranging the rooms to allow them to be extremely comfortable. She had allowed them to help her only a little as she checked the old fashioned wiring in the house, replaced light bulbs that didn't work and repaired taps for the water. The ex-policewoman had laughed kindly as the two followed her around like lost puppies until she directed them to take up cleaning equipment and showed them how to use the old fashioned vacuum cleaner, mop and buckets. Now they waited for the seemingly tireless woman to spend some more time with them. Melody felt a little guilty that she wanted Carmen to hold her but she couldn't articulate her guilt. Simply she wept a little as the woman she loved dearly spent a little more time cleaning the dishes than she wanted her too. Carmen softly ruffled her hair as she stopped her rinsing and walked over to the two women still waiting at the table. "Would you like to come and have a bath with me?" she asked softly as she quietened Melody's tears. Enthusiastically their heads nodded as Carmen held out her hands to the two trembling women. She walked them to the bathroom containing the large pool type bath that Martha had insisted be installed in all of the dwelling units that had been selected for the first lot of residents. She had explained to the partners of the women that the closer they could be to them the less the women will fret and worry as the symptoms of the withdrawal from the drugs reduced. "All of the houses have large beds," she continued, "for the same reason, closeness is necessary. Remember you have been picked to be the first because you have bonded to these women already, you are all beyond being friends and helpers. You love them and they love you. It is for this reason you are doing this. Not to change their addiction from one drug to another, it is you for them and them for you, reasons to live and feel loved. "Now you are taking them to a strange new place. For a little while it will feel like starting over again. They will be frightened and anxious. You will find that you cannot be out of their sight for any length of time for a while. Be happy for them, let them smother you if they want. The time for other things will come soon." Realms of Eden: Home Fires B2A1-8 Many of the forty or so women had cried at her words. Already the suicides among the recently freed women were horrendous. Some eighty girls had found ways to take their lives. Their final moments and reasons for killing themselves recorded on vids either by their own hands or in notes scribbled on paper. Most complained that nobody loved them, nobody wanted them. Feelings of loneliness and loss impossible to comprehend. It was to stop this that the almost 1,000 military and other occupational women had been invited to see if they would like to select life partners from among the women displaced. Frightened and alone as a result of Project BF. Carmen had volunteered immediately to Thelma when she found out about the scheme and she recalled the initial gathering of the group in the huge auditorium at Sandrill. Martha and Thelma had warned them all when they undertook the tasks of becoming the women's lovers that they had to be prepared to give their hearts and souls to the victims of abuse beyond their understanding. "These are not lost puppy dogs," Thelma sternly lectured them. "All of you have been psychiatrically assessed. Those who were found unsatisfactory were weeded out long before you were asked to come here. They cannot just be picked up and put down for another. Take your time, play with them yes, that is important, but do not play with their hearts or their minds." Coldly the woman had added, "Or you will have not just me, but a very pissed off warrior to deal with!" Carmen had gulped at the thought of the big man she had met being in a murderous mood. Many a head had turned to her when she had voiced her fears to Thelma. "How will I know if he is pissed with me, Thelma?" she asked in a loud voice. "You will never know, Carmen, he is forever in your debt. But if any of you remember the dead soldiers in the Townsville university, then be warned that he and two of his angels did that!" The women around her gasped. The fears turned to smiles as Carmen added, "I don't think any of us intend to kill these women Thelma, perhaps with love, but not anything else." Thelma and Martha had cackled on the stage in front of them. "You, Carmen, might be able to fuck someone to death. I am not sure the rest of you could!" said Martha through her tears of laughter. And so the women became part of the thousands around the complex that now housed almost 9,000 women from Project BF. The pregnant women were being looked after in the hospital compounds in New Zealand. The women there had their own different problems and Martha was extremely worried about how to deal with them. For now she was content to start the rehabilitation of the majority. Carmen had simply mingled with the women. she talked, chatted, laughed and cried with them. Some she took to their rooms and made love to them. At first with just her mouth, fingers and words. As she became more adept in the use of the strap-on she happily complied with the demands of some of them to be fucked like she was a man. The artificial penis she kept around her waist, under the skirts that all of them now wore instead of military fatigues or trousers, just in case. Eventually she found herself constantly in the company of Melody and Abigail. The two little women with their doe eyes, soft bodies and shy natures captured her heart like none of the others. Abigail was also very attached to Melody, protective even. Their first night spent together had been a revelation as Abigail's protective demeanour in the presence of others turned to compliant, almost submissive service to the woman in private. Understanding the relationship had deepened the one that now included Carmen. Abigail now deferred to the bigger, much older woman, but still guarded Melody fiercely when the ex-policewoman was not around. With a certain grace that was almost unnoticed by anyone except Carmen, Abigail became an almost totally different person when she was alone with her lovers. Turning from an almost dominant butch type lesbian to a soft very feminine woman who craved the gentle caresses of her partners. Speaking with Thelma and Martha about it the pair told her that they noticed it among a great number of the women. "It is almost a guardian like stance. They are protecting the softer, weaker seeming females by pretending toughness and fierceness. Yet when they are alone they are almost the weaker, as if their energy and resolve disappears when they have their lover to themselves," explained Martha. She backed up her points with little clips of other female pairs and trios that she had met around the campus. Showing their almost hostile facades in the company of others, but then the soft moans and cries when away in their rooms. Carmen passed on her thoughts and experiences to the other women who had begun to pair up or group up with the others. Some women had three or four women as part of their regular love flocks, as they began to become known. "I don't know how to deal with the hostility," was the plaintiff cry from one of the other women in the group, a tall redhead that had the muscular physique of a superb athlete. "Barbara, who is giving you the problem?" asked Thelma softly. "Kira's boyfriend. I know she is a girl, but Kira and I really have something, but this woman that tries to take her away from me all the time. She hates me! I really don't know what Roberta's problem is, she is simply hostile to me. Honestly I wish I could just slap her down!" the woman replied, the last accompanied by an exasperated sigh. "Then do it," said Carmen, "prove to her that you are stronger. Abigail and I were handbags at ten paces, but when I showed her that I was stronger and more capable of looking after Melly, she became almost as soft. I think I love Abby just as much as Melly." Martha giggled loudly as did a lot of the women around them. "I think Carmy," said Barbara with a laugh at the use of the pet name the two women called her. "That you three should go and find a place to set up home. Those two are the cocks of the walk out there! Goodness they are even starting to talk to the other women as if they need to help them, more than they themselves need to be helped." Turning to Thelma and Martha, Carmen gulped. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I might have done that. We talk a lot and they know that I love them, they even wear my rings." Gasps broke out around the room. "I've never seen their rings," said Thelma curiously then blushed profusely when Carmen lifted her T-shirt to show the room her pierced nipples. A small gold ring adorned each one. "We did each other one night last week," she said with pride. "We also have another set of matching rings," and shyly she indicated her skirt. "I don't think we need to see them, darling," said Martha softly. Barbara stepped up to the still standing Carmen and lifted her T-shirt again. "Which one has the blue stone?" she asked the woman with a giggle. "Melody. Melody is blue, Abigail is red. The rings match both top and bottom," Carmen smiled back. "Good," the redhead giggled harder. Lifting her own shirt she displayed a ring with a small black stone in the middle adorning her right nipple. "Kira only has them on her nipples." She dropped her shirt as did Carmen before she asked, "What colour do you think Roberta would like?" It was not long after that meeting that Barbara proudly showed Carmen the deep green setting on the ring through her left nipple. Roberta nursed a black eye for a few days but proudly held the hand of the woman who had given it to her whenever she was asked about it. As the first residents settled into life in the underground city Martha turned her attention to the general population who was being spoon-fed information about Project BF. Announcing the first of the migrations to a secret location. They had agreed this until such time as the under-city population began to feel comfortable about seeing the rest of the world again. A male news reporter asked the group what they were going to do about the husbands and boyfriends that waited for news about their missing wives and partners. It was something that Martha dreaded being raised. They had secretly brought some of the husbands in to meet their wives and it had proved to be an absolute disaster. Not only could the woman themselves not respond or even look at the men that had been in their lives, many of the men had simply taken one look at the needy begging woman that had been their bedmate and screamed abuse at them before fleeing. Already over sixty divorces had been arranged and finalised in the past two months. Martha calmly told the reporter that so far such attempts had been met with failure. Much more work was needed to be done to adjust the mix of men and women that came into contact. The continued disruption of the reporter led to the meeting being adjourned. Fortunately just as one of the more sympathetic female reporters roundly abused her male colleague for simply wanting to promote a filthy degrading regime of keeping women as sluts like his organisation's media portrayed them to be. The male had no answer to her outburst as many others joined in the tirade against him. Martha flew to New Zealand to begin her assessment of the pregnant women that awaited in the hospitals for a child to be brought into the world that many still had nightmares about remembering how they got pregnant. Most were distressed because they didn't know who the father was. Fortunately Whitbourne's fastidiousness gave those charged with looking after them the names of the fathers, not that it proved to be much value as most of them had found themselves under arrest or on assignment far from Oceania. Several of the men had proven beyond doubt that they were remorseful for their actions. Many told of how they were blackmailed and ordered into taking part in the rapes of the women tied down in couches across the nation. Some of the claims proved to be false and these offenders were dealt with severely. James Lachlan had sent dozens of the most brazen liars and offenders into the most dangerous combat zones he knew of. Their life expectancies were measured in weeks after the far flung postings. He did so without apology to anyone. Cue Ball and the President backed him to the hilt. Many of the women that Martha spoke to didn't want to know who the father was. Many did have fierce desires to have their child, no-one was going to take it from them. These she sent to James Lachlan in his special facility among the friendly people of the Solomon Islands. The Polynesian families up there proved to be the most effective weapon against the drugs and the horrible withdrawal symptoms. She promised the man that she would be up to see how they were achieving this as soon as she could. Of course some women wanted the babies aborted. Some were too far advanced in their pregnancies to safely achieve this. In all good conscience Martha would not authorise it for any of them were it not for the fact that the doctors advised her that some of the women were likely to die if they attempted to carry a child to full term. As one doctor told her about a fragile woman that was barely twenty-three years of age. "She's had at least a dozen abortions in the past two years. She would have faced another from Whitbourne's butchers, she is carrying a daughter," he added to her querying look. Martha signed her permission after speaking to the woman at length about what had happened to her. "Thank you Martha," the woman had whispered, "perhaps one day I can have my baby. When I am better." Martha had simply nodded, her emotions too strong for her to be able to vocalise the lie to the woman. The doctor tearfully broke down in her office the next day and asked to be arrested as he had eased the woman on her way to the realms of the dead when he had performed the final abortion. He had found her internal organs had been so abused during the course of other abortions that he doubted that the woman would survive any longer than another year. Martha had sobbed on the floor of the office as she hugged the doctor and told him that he was more needed here, with his sympathy and understanding, than in a jail for something that she herself would have done had she known how. "No Dr Leisel, I need someone as strong as you to guide me here. A more cynical and uncaring person would have let her go back into life ignorantly believing she could have had more children. We would all have cried over her death in childbirth or from the death caused by her abuse. You have given her to the fates to bring back when she is prepared, it makes our lies to her yesterday less hurtful." "You have the soul of an ancient, Martha," the doctor smiled as he helped the little woman back to her feet. "Indeed the fates may well prove to make our lies of yesterday the truth of tomorrow." The doctor left to carry out the further procedures that the women required. By the time Martha left only eight-three women remained at the complex, too heavily pregnant to be moved. But happily ready to have their babies and hopefully find someone to love them and their child. Already many of the males and females, working with the women all day, talking them through their experiences, fears, memories and hopes had approached her about their relationships with the women. Her heart sang as she joyfully informed Thelma and Greg that they were going to have some families moving into the city before too much longer. Thelma and Martha's visit to the Solomon Islands to visit the some seven hundred pregnant women that had been sent there gave them the biggest boost that they could ever have imagined. Already dozens of the women had given birth to their children and they proudly showed them off to the visiting ladies. All of them were surrounded by men and women whom they introduced as their families. One shy young man, no more than twenty-two years of age, held a tiny boy in his arms as the woman on the bed cried at how her husband and his wives had held her safely as she gave birth to the boy in their home. The visit to the hospital was so their son could be checked and given his immunisations. As Thelma and Martha met with the teams that worked with the women they had asked about the young man and were stunned when told that it was a common occurrence. "The man is even on the birth certificate as the father. Though we do have back up records in the medical systems to provide other data should something go really wrong in later life," the smiling head of obstetrics told them. Many of the women had already left the still quite crowded facility. Adopted by families that had been carefully screened by James Lachlan, Keith Richardson and the medical teams. All of them were quite prepared to receive visitors and welcomed the ladies into their homes to meet their additional spouses. A little girl, aged about four in Martha's estimate, joyfully told the little Tongan about her new mummy and the baby that was coming soon. The woman was midway through her pregnancy. The mother-to-be gently cuddled the child to her as she spoke to the visitors as the other women in the house sat around with other children. The children curiously, were more interested in the blonde hair and green eyes of Thelma than the adult's conversation. Thelma could barely stifle her giggles when she asked the other children what they wanted and all decided that a baby with her hair and eyes would be extremely beautiful. The mother also smiled and told them that she hoped that would get their wish. Whispering to the blonde after the children had disappeared, that most of the men that had her in the facility she was kept in were blonde. Thelma looked into the woman's green eyes and wished her well. The woman's eyes showed none of the fear, anger or despair that she saw so much in the women back at Sandrill. "I am over it Thelma," the woman said. "Nya, Sukil and the rest of the wives are so friendly. They love me for what I am, not what I was forced to be." She paused with a little smirk on her face, "When I still believed that I needed semen to make my baby strong, they let me lick them after they had sex with the boys. Some of the other men around the neighbourhood, they all love the women here," she confided, "supplied additional cream by cumming on the women's breasts for me to nurse on. "Of course now I can have my own and Thelma I don't have to beg. I am in love with Nya's husband, Baile and they have asked me to marry them." Thelma and Martha left the household hand in hand and were hard pressed to suppress their tears as they walked around the neighbourhoods. Children, adults both male and female, laughed and waved to them. Finally a heavily pregnant Polynesian woman and one of the women from the breeding factories, at almost the same stage, met them at a little shaded alcove beside the walkway they were traversing and called them to sit with them. "Hello Chancellor, Vice-Chancellor," the woman said brightly as she indicated the bench opposite them. "Hello," said Martha shyly and then looked closely at the woman. "Trudy?" she gasped. "Yes Martha, it's me. I guess you wondered where I had gone," the woman said softly as she held the hand of the woman beside her. "This is my partner, Sanatha." At that moment two tall well built men, their features almost identical, came into the shade and sat on either side of the women. Martha gasped as the handsome men kissed the woman beside him and held their other hand. "These two wonderful men," said Sanatha with a broad grin, "are our husbands and the fathers of our children." It was too much for Martha, her tears flowed down her face despite her wide grin. A glance at the blonde beside her saw that she was not alone in her tears. "Please ladies, I do not know how the women you are still working with are going, but we are going to be ok here. Sanatha, Sam and Allan love me to death. However, Martha you are going to have to find a new secretary because I have promised Sam and Allan many more children after this one," said Trudy as she patted her old boss on the shoulder. "Oh Trudy, I would wish you all the best, but I think you already have it," sobbed Martha as she allowed one of the twin males to cuddle her small form. Trudy and Sanatha laughed with the two women when they composed themselves. The little Tongan found herself blushing profusely as Sam and Allan commented that her hips would be more than sufficient to allow her to have their babies. The playful men had gone a little further than a small cuddle to help her be happy for their wives and held the little woman between them cheekily rubbing against her as she was trapped between their big bodies as the pregnant women giggled. Panting she had finally been allowed to resume her seat beside Thelma who had laughed uproariously at her face, especially the lusty look she gave the two men who bid them a good day before running off to attend to their chores. "Much more of that Martha and I think you would have found yourself in the same position Trudy and I used to find ourselves in almost every second day," giggled Sanatha as she observed the stiff nipples and flushed face of the little woman. Trudy sighed heavily, then kissed her sister wife. "Soon Sanny, they can start again soon." "Well Trudy it is quite obvious that you didn't head to Toowoomba to pursue an acting career! It seems your star is much brighter than anything that would have been shown on a big screen," said Thelma as she stood to leave. "Is that what she said I did!" exclaimed the woman. "You and another half dozen students that all went missing on the same day," said Thelma softly. "The bitch!" exploded Trudy. "She invited me and a few other girls out for a bar-b-q where she had said a few of her male friends from the military were coming. Next thing I knew I was tied to a table being injected with something." Realms of Eden: Home Fires B2A1-8 She paused to give a little shudder. "I know we were all keen on seeing some men, but the two I have now will do me for a while. "And where is Miss Fletcher now?" she asked. "Fletcher!" exclaimed Thelma reaching for her phone. "Yes it was her that was holding the party and picked us all up in some van she had borrowed from Pattie Keaton," explained the woman. "Arrest Fletcher!" yelled Thelma into the phone at Greg Collins' face. "Too late," the man replied. "She was found dead yesterday, overdose." "Saves the courts the problem then," said Thelma to the man who appeared to be quite upset. "Apparently Keaton and Jeffries weren't the only ones kidnapping women! "Look who I found in the Solomon's," she finished turning the phone around to show Trudy's grinning face. "Trudy!" screeched the man. "Hi Greg! Sorry baby, but you and Jilly will have to find another Mistress of the Night victim," she laughed then frowned as the man on the other end of the phone burst into tears and cut the connection. "Oh dear," said Martha softly. "There are so many things that people don't know yet." Her tears started anew. "Yes baby," said Thelma as she cuddled her friend. Turning to Trudy's confused face she softly told her about the deaths on the night that the university went to war. Sanatha listened in increasing anger as the two women haltingly told of the horrors that they had been through and had been battling with ever since. She reached into the voluminous pockets of her dress, retrieved her phone and spoke rapidly in the native language to someone before placing the phone back into her pockets. Dragging her heavy body up from the bench she then assisted her trembling sister wife up with her. "Come with me," she said to the two university women who had been sitting opposite her. Suddenly a hover platform, resplendent with two soft chairs appeared, guided by Sam and Allan. They assisted their wives onto it making curiously tender yet scolding clucks and clicks of their tongues as the women took their places. The men then firmly grasped the other women's hands and stood them beside their wives before guiding the vehicle down the pathway towards a gathering crowd on the beach a little further down. A solemn faced crowd let the vehicle through and Thelma found herself tenderly lifted from the vehicle and placed upon a large padded chair. The chair on a raised platform that seemed to be a natural formation of rocks at the top of the beach where it met the land. Martha was placed in one equally as comfortable as the hover was guided up beside them and anchored in place. The crowd of people around them continued to swell as the men passed the women plates of food and glasses of cool juice. Brigadier James Lachlan appeared in front of them and bowed low to Sanatha and Trudi, then grinning shook the hands of Sam and Allan as they embraced the man heartily. "What is going on?" hissed Thelma to the military man, "who are these people?" "All in good time, Thelma, patience. It is the Polynesian way," was his jovial reply. Soon almost the entire population of the moderately sized village stood in the afternoon sun as music, laughter and the smell of food cooking permeated the air. An almost festive atmosphere abounded, but Martha noted that it was not quite as merry as it appeared. It seemed that the people around her continually feeding her little morsels and topping up her drink were waiting for something. She turned to Thelma to point out her observations when drumming started. The drums reached a very loud crescendo before just as suddenly they stopped. Sanatha began to speak. Most of what she said was carried to the silent crowd on the speakers that carried her voice by the small microphone she had attached to her throat. She spoke firstly in native then in English. She told the gathered people the story as Thelma and Martha had told her. Mimicking their horrified expressions, their tearful voices, the frustration and torment that had besieged them since they had started this project. The people around them cried then laughed as Sanatha told them how the two pretty women had found the happy people here, especially their chieftains' wife Trudy. "Chieftains!" exclaimed Thelma. Sam, Allan and James Lachlan gave her broad grins as she took in the significance of the chance meeting with the two pregnant women. "You bastard James," Thelma grinned at the man who had come to stand beside her as Sanatha introduced them to their good friend and chieftain of the military in the Islands. "What else do you require of the men and women of the seas?" Sanatha asked him formally as he stood beside Thelma. The man turned to Thelma and Martha. "Do you have any more lost women that would enjoy our lands, seas, our families?" he asked. His voice carried the request of a people, not a military man, but as a man who loved the people around him, their ways and his voice held a hint of hope that they could do more. Thelma's tears as she rose to stand beside him stopped her from talking. All she could do was nod as the Brigadier held her tightly in her arms. The people on the beach began to sing, it was a song of joy, happiness and welcome. Martha listened quietly. The words reminding her of her own almost forgotten heritage and she stood, jumping down onto the sand and began to dance. It was the ancient dance of welcome, the opening of one's doors and hearts to a new friend. The soft shimmy of her bare feet as she moved across the sand an automatic response to almost forgotten memories. She did not notice the other women join her in the intricate movements of her hands, the soft chant from her throat and sway of her body. Her ears finally heard the call of the men as they responded to the sensuous movements of the women and she stood in the final movement of the dance. Eyes closed, her arms open wide, her knees apart as her hips thrust forward. Even Thelma could see the invitation in the women's bodies as they remained motionless as a soft rumble of drums built in the background. Sam and Allan picked up the sighing Tongan between them as other men surrounded the women. The coupling that followed on the warm sands was a sweet sound of love and sighs. Thelma felt her own sex responding as she watched Martha's clothes disappear as Sam and Allan undressed her feverish body and lay her between them with kisses and murmurings. "Fuck me," she sighed into the chest of James Lachlan as Allan and Sam positioned Martha between them and penetrated her welcoming holes. All around the beach many couples, not involved in the dance kissed and cuddled as the almost two dozen people in front of them on the sand made love in the light of the setting sun. As the couples, though mostly triples reached their softly voiced orgasms the crowd began to sing again. Thelma found herself enchanted by the lilting melody and harmonies around her. "What are they singing?" she asked the man still holding her. "It is the song of completion. The tale of the joyous re-union of nature and her children. The mating on the sand signifies the union. The song is to send a message to the gods that their children await the time when they will come back to them. The song asks that if it is not now then the gods send a child to the womb of the woman as a sign that they have acknowledged the people and have blessed them with another to bring them happiness while they wait." Lachlan's voice was full of awe for what he was witnessing. "I have not seen this happen for nearly 3,000 years," he whispered softly and Thelma tensed beside him. "He is not the only warrior to return, Thellesera, but he must not know that yet, he is not ready!" The man stared fiercely into her eyes before he hurried off into the night. Over the next few weeks several thousand more of the displaced women found love and comfort in the arms of men, women and families across the Solomon's, Tonga, Vanuatu and other island nations that consisted mainly of the joyful children of the ancient gods of Polynesia. Chapter 7 -- Not memories, understanding The days dragged interminably for Sydney Douglas. No tutoring tasks, though occasionally he found requests in his email for some of his explanations of maths and science. In the main the girls and women he had tutored visited him for other matters. Not all of them sexual, as some of the ladies sought his advice on their love lives with other young men and women. At first he had believed that he was going to be busy all of the time as he took on more complex exercises under Jenny's guidance about his mental abilities with dream casting being his primary focus. However, as he lay with Bonnie and comforted her at night times as he tried to lessen the impact of her nightmare visions he found he was even more frustrated with his lack of progress. He needed Thelma, but she was still closeted away with her work on Project BF. No amount of persistent phone calls or emailed requests could get him into see her. He had tried as Cue Ball, the mental manifestation of his logical side, but something in his subconscious stopped even that from progressing to much more than observation of the blonde and her teams. Martha was a constant companion of Thelma's now. At least he had been able to get that sorted out as he observed both women struggling to cope by themselves. He was at a loss as to what to do. Mrs Kelleher came three days a week and showed him how to cook meals in between cleaning and dusting, ironing and washing. She even sympathised with him over his boredom and invited him out fishing several times. The woman's expertise in the fish varieties, use of equipment and her handling of the two hover boats that George had owned had entertained him for quite a few days. However, the heavy blustery spring winds off the coast put paid to expeditions of late and even that distraction was taken from him. Working with ideas to improve his original design of his monitoring equipment led him into investigating electronics courses at the university and he had spent a great deal of time talking with lecturers at the institution. He had even built, with Alfred and Jo's help his modified welcoming console and systems for the visitors to his house. Chuckling Alfred had taken him through the AI programming he had installed to supply his instruction notes to some of the Angels that came late at night to get the naughty, sexually explicit instructions. Kelsey was the main benefactor of the vids that were always requested as part of the proof that the instructions had been carried out. Noisily masturbating in his office as she reviewed the numerous vids that were emailed to him from the women and girls around the school. He chuckled in memory of a particularly noisy session Kelsey had undertaken not realising that Mrs Kelleher was working in the laundry downstairs. Her screamed, "Fuck me I am going to eat that gorgeous bitch's box till she screams!" was followed by a high pitched squeal as she hastily grabbed up her dress and dashed across the track naked back to her own home. Ronnie Kelleher eyed the woman fleeing out the back door and grinned at Sydney as he tried to stammer out an apology. "I think you told me Sydney that I would hear and see quite a lot worse than my softly said 'Shit' when you gave me this job," she giggled at him. "I think I better go and see Kelsey and make sure she hasn't died of embarrassment." Watching his calm housekeeper walk across the little bridge down by the duck pond he once again thanked whoever had sent the lovely woman into his life as he returned to his office. The object of Kelsey's desire was still sliding the double ended dildo deeply in and out of both of her holes as the vid looped itself continually. Sighing he had closed down the player and waited for something else to happen to relieve his boredom. Finally Kelsey, Jo and Ronnie decided that they had to do something about the man who was driving them insane with his constant cry of boredom. "What we need is something that will get him out of the house for at least some of the day," said Jo as she sipped coffee at the kitchen table in Kelsey's house with the other two women. "What we need is Bonnie to turn 21!" exclaimed Kelsey. "If that woman doesn't get his cock in her soon she is going to go insane. They can fuck each other all day then, problem solved!" "They aren't already?" asked Ronnie Kelleher confused. She knew that Sydney's bed usually contained Bonnie most nights of the week as she had had to rouse the girl a few mornings when Sydney was off jogging and she came in to clean the house. Bonnie was seldom clothed and her bleary eyes and puffy lips seemed to indicate that the woman had enjoyed a night of love with the big man that didn't return until after Bonnie had left for school. "No Ronnie, they don't. Oh they play a little but unfortunately Sydney and her made the rules a long time ago and nothing will change their mind now. We will have to put up with her stomping around the house like a Clydesdale on heat every time she smells that we have had him for another few months yet," sighed Jo. "So why does she frustrate herself by sleeping in his bed?" the housekeeper asked as she poured herself another cup of tea. It was another thing she loved about the boy that employed her, his love of strong tea, the same as herself and George. "Ronnie, if we tell you something about Bonnie, can we have your word that you will never tell another soul?" asked Kelsey softly. She smiled at the woman that she cared about a great deal. It was not only the way she took over the chores from her that allowed her to have more time for herself, but the honest way the woman addressed things. Even, she smiled at the thought, the day she came down and apologised for interrupting her masturbation over one of the Angels. The woman had been honest and told her that she had the same thought as she observed the feisty vocal woman fucking herself with the dildos that Sydney had made her ask the maths teacher for. Miss Kendall operated the camera. Ronnie sensed that what she was about to be told was very private. Solemnly she told them that her concern for all of them was making her feel very much a part of Sydney's life and anything she was told never passed her lips to others. She listened in sympathy to the description of Bonnie's parents deaths and gasped when she was told the reason for Bonnie spending time in Sydney's bed. "You see, at the moment, he is the only one that can control the nightmares. He has her trust and love, being with him in his bed makes her feel safer. I have watched them together, even a touch of his finger on her hip can stop her trembling. Without him being there we believe she may have dreamed herself to die in the crash," Kelsey finished. "The biggest problem for Sydney is that he doesn't know how to change her nightmares. It is what makes him so bored through the day. He won't commit himself to anything else because all he does all day is worry about how or what he can do other than just be there," lamented Jo as Kelsey finished her story. The middle aged housekeeper jumped to her feet, apologising to the two startled women she raced out the door back to Sydney's house. Kelsey and Jo looked at each other in surprise and wondered what had possessed the woman. Several hours later Ronnie Kelleher's hover returned to Kelsey's driveway and breathlessly the woman appeared at her back door just as she finished placing the dish she had prepared for dinner into the oven. "Found it!" the woman exclaimed as she placed a thick paperback book onto the kitchen table entitled, "The Meaning of Dreams." Excitedly she told the stunned mother and Sydney about how her and George had been sharing a nightmare at one time, many years before George had died. "It was uncanny," the woman recalled, "both of us dreaming about the same thing. Both of us waking up crying and screaming as a man machined gun his way through crowds of people waiting to get onto a shuttle. None of the people got out of the way and George and I found that we were screaming at them to move, to duck but we couldn't get through to them no matter what we tried. "Then George's mother gave him this book. It was something she had bought years ago but only for its novelty not for any sort of investigation or problem solving. Anyway we read it together over a few nights and discovered the meanings of the things we were dreaming. It was not a lot of things that would make sense to people now, but at the time there were things happening in our lives that both of us were experiencing. We saw the relationship between the activities in the dreams and the way things were happening in our lives. Instead of fighting the nightmares we changed the things in our lives. The nightmares went away." Sydney looked up from the book to his housekeeper, his eyes had a thoughtful cast to them and he nodded slowly. "Kelsey, didn't you tell me that the nightmares got worse ever since Bonnie got her periods?" he asked. Kelsey nodded then spoke. "I know it is a big change in a woman, but Bonnie has no problems with them. Regular as clockwork and not a great deal of flow, but she uses pads not tampons." She grinned at the last and Ronnie Kelleher raised her eyebrows in question. "She has a thing about the first object that is going to pierce her is his majesty's cock," giggled Jo as she leaned over Sydney to give him a kiss telling them all she was off home to get changed for work. Ronnie watched Sydney kiss her back, patting the woman lovingly on her bottom as she walked past. Her body trembled as she recalled the number of times George had done that, especially when her bottom was still tingling from his attentions to it before she went off to do one of her cleaning jobs that she occasionally undertook for some of her friends. Seeing the little shiver that went through Jo's body she had no doubts that the little nurse had been subject to that sort of attention in the hours she had spent heading home and searching to find the book. Sydney had begun to read the thickish publication, his mind absorbing the items he found there. Ronnie gleefully accepted the wine Kelsey offered her and they adjourned to the entertainment area outside to chat while the big man continued to read. "Stay for dinner, Ronnie," Kelsey said as they finished another glass, "I have a big bed here as well." Ronnie Kelleher looked at the woman who had made the generous offer. For the past month she had found herself daydreaming about Kelsey Gilroy and it seemed that the woman herself was making it clear that those daydreams were not hers alone. "I would love to," she heard herself replying shyly though it had not been her initial thought. I hope you know where you are putting me George, she thought to herself. She smiled as she believed she heard his deep laughter in the back of her mind. Bonnie returned shortly before their late dinner. Jenny had been fed, bathed and put to bed by Sydney as the women continued to drink and chat under the roof of the open aired entertainment area. Breathlessly the black haired woman told the gathering about the latest hitch in rehearsals for the musical the school was to perform for several weeks in around a month. "Bloody Kevin has broken his hand! Apparently he fell off the stage! More like bucked off Maria Castellantes' cunt," the girl exclaimed, then clapped her hand over her mouth as she saw Mrs Kelleher laughing at her in the dim lighting that had hidden her from the complaining girl's view. "Sorry Mrs Kelleher, I didn't mean to say that," said Bonnie, her face was flushed and heated. "Who is Kevin? Is he Maria's boyfriend?" asked the woman sniggering at Bonnie's reaction.