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Deathly White Thighs

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1

Romance, oh why couldn't he experience romance? Just the once would do, thought Tom O. Bates whose trail of mixed-bag seductions lay in his wake like feathers of a rooster attempting to escape the red-faced farmer's wife wielding an axe and intent on having her sleep interrupted by only one cock at dawn.

Tom was an unsuccessful writer of sexy novels, rejected because his sentences were unacceptable. Too long. Another reason was although his hero and heroine met in the first chapter or at least the reader learned they knew each other, Tom's hero kept screwing lesser female characters and inevitably the heroine looked elsewhere for the man of her dreams. Not good. 

Almost as fatal for his literary ambitions, although he was American and lived in America he'd slept around widely in many countries, tainting his literary style. His humor and internationally expanded outlook were considered un-American by in publishing house assessment editors and they considered his style fell outside well-worn formulas. That of course was Tom's final flaw: he'd stupidly never attempted to publish outside of America.

Tom leaned over the stone abutment of a 350-year old bridge in Vermont where tree leaves were turning. A cock of the feathered kind had awoken him pre-dawn and now he rested, attempting to digest the cold cereal mash the lazy bitch of a farmer's wife had left out for him. Breakfast it was not. She deserved to be shafted by her husband after breakfast, as well as before dawn when the cock crowed.

Yawning and thinking he'd better fetch the cows in, the farmhand cum collector of reject slips from book publishers was about to attend to his lowly-paid chores when he noticed a young woman with golden hair floating down the stream, the hem of her white party dress up around her neck and clearly she was without panties. Tom crossed to the other side of the bridge and watched the corpse float headfirst onwards to where? He didn't know.

She'd be the kid of rich parents attending the reform school upstream for wayward girls. Probably she'd been discarded beside the stream last night by male staff rampaging through the drugged-up and sex-starved college students whose understanding or desire for reform was negligible, if not zero. Poor kid, apart from her depraved habits she looked okay to become a mother. He vulva appeared well-set between deathly white thighs anchored to quality-looking child-bearing hips, not that he was any authority but his imagination was vivid enough to allow him to think like that.

The two most feminine members of the 11-cow herd, Betsy and Maud, refused to come to the gate when Tom called them for milking. In fact they ignored him. Tom trudged down to them picking up a stick ready to discipline the bovine delinquents and found they were staring at the corpse. Miss White with her deathly white face and white dress was tangled by hair in the drooping willows and moaning.

Tom was halfway cracking the two cows along with the stick when he stopped.

Moaning?

"Christ!"

Tom raced back and waded into the stream backwater. He felt Miss Very White's face. It was icy cold. But so was the stream. It seemed impossible she could be alive, the cold all but closing down vital organs. But then he was a would-be author, although taking a break, with a mind where everything was possible. Authors needed that facility to extricate themselves when they boxed their characters into impossible situations. 

Tom quickly dragged the corpse, er, young woman to the bank by the hair thinking she'd be a heavy sod to carry. Miraculously Betsy had returned alone to the bank and her huge dark eyes showed signs of fretting. Well at least they looked slightly animated. Tom threw the...er...woman over Betsy's back and the cow turned and almost trotted after the herd in the distance winding its way homeward. To the dairy parlor actually.

When Betsy reached the barn Tom pulled the woman to his chest and staggered inside and threw her on some loose hay and covered her with a canvas cow blanket. He left to hurry Betsy along to start milking before his boss Kevin finished yet another marathon bout of molesting his wife Mrs Judd. Kevin liked to watch Tom at work. Tom wondered if Kevin was perverted so never turned his back on him and that could be rather awkward, like when preceding Kevin through the doorway to the table. Presumable Kevin thought Tom had good manners, always asking Kevin to go first. With his thoughts multiplying like that Tom forgot about the lady in white in the barn. He'd intended taking proper blankets to her and a couple of hot water bottles.

After lunch Tom was sitting at the window idly watching the fat thighs of Mrs Judd above her stocking tops as she hung out washing when he began thinking of the shapely thighs of the young woman in white.

"Christ! I forget about her. I've left her to die."

Tom scooped some hot soup from the pot and hurried to the barn. Miss White was actually quite warm with some color in her cheeks. He soaked his dirty handkerchief into the soup and pressed it against Miss White's lips. The lips moved and Miss White swallowed. Progress was slow but after thirty minutes Tom stopped, pleased Miss White had received some victuals. He checked under the blankets and found the water-induced wrinkles were receding. Stroking the soft hair between her legs he had romantic thoughts and wondered if she'd ever invite him to enter.

Walking back to the farmhouse to begin scrapping off peeling paint, his afternoon chore, Tom went by Kevin who was watching a ram mount a couple of sheep who didn't even bother stop grazing. That's typically Kevin and that's typically females, Tom thought sourly. 

Just when he was about to begin scraping paint Tom thought...barn...Kevin. Christ if Kevin went into the barn he'd molest that woman for at least an hour and in her unconscious and weakened state she'd be unable to fight off the fiend. He raced inside, knowing Mrs Judd would be watching Soaps on TV and phoned the Sheriff's Department to report a missing blonde young woman in white.

"Yes, there's an APB out on a 22-year-old missing from the Walton Finishing School for Young Ladies. Tom Bates you jerk, you've kidnapped the sweet young thing and had your way with her you pig and now you've been forced by your guilty conscience to report her," said the dispatcher, who was a friend of Tom's mother. "Deputies will be coming out to get you both -- you'll swing for this you creep."

Friend of his mother's? Friend seemed unlikely he thought, not yet ready to panic.

Tom was sure the death penalty in his state was limited to crimes against the Governor and burning the flag. Or was that correct? Kidnapping -- but what about kidnapping? He ran off for a nervous pee thinking he should be a hero, not a fucking menace to society. That was Kevin.

Deputies in two cars arrived, sirens wailing, followed by a ambulance that overtook them in the long straight to the farm gate corner. A deputy immediately handcuffed and then cuffed Tom and read him his rights. He then snarled, "Lead us to her you weirdo."

Minutes later Kevin, who because of excessive ear wax had not heard the sirens, was approaching the barn when the ground shook as the three vehicles roaring towards him went by on both sides, braking heavily. He was handcuffed as a suspected accomplice.

One of the deputies cuffed Miss White awake and although she was barely conscious he pointed to Tom and Kevin said, "Tell me Miss in your own words, are these the two guys who kidnapped and had sex with you repeatedly?"

"I-I've never seen those g-guys, ever."

"Of course, you were blindfolded all the time. Get her to hospital guys, I want her medically examined. Call Deputy Jones and ask her to meet you there and stay with the kid until sperm samples have been retrieved."

Kevin protested his innocence but said if he was being charged with any crime he'd like an hour with the young woman to justify the charge.

A deputy, father of a 22-year-old daughter, attacked and Kevin hit the ground unconscious.

Tom looked sympathetically at Miss White and she whined, "Get away from me you smelly farmhand."

"There, conclusive evidence," said Tom's arresting deputy as he clouted Tom's head against the roofline above the car door, gleefully failing to follow correct procedures. 

The Sheriff stood in front of the bruised and battered Tom, whose right eye was almost closed, the small finger on his left hand was dislocated and he had welts from rubber tubing all over his back and shoulders.

"Have you guys being mistreating our suspect?"

"No," lied the deputies.

"Uncuff him. Larry you come with me. I want to look at the scene with the kid. His story is too preposterous to be untrue and if Kevin the Roach had gotten to the girl in the barn she would have been awash with semen. Something doesn't add up here. My present thinking is you guys were too keen to made arrests. Both of my daughters have told me Tom was the only guy in the district to seduce them with dignity and his mom is salt of the earth."

"You know my mom?" Tom asked, as the Sheriff pushed the dislocated finger back into position.

Smiling benevolently at Tom's howl of pain, Sheriff Johnston said he knew Tom's mom intimately and he and Tom's father occasionally went on whoring weekends across the state line.

The contract forensic team accompanying the Sheriff to Judd Farm overtook them on the long straight but immobilized their vehicle in taking out a gatepost turning into the property. Tom watched everything, making mental notes He knew another novel was unfolding in his head. 

The now sullen forensic team took samples under the direction of the Sheriff. They found samples of the young lady's hair (her identify had been confirmed as Jessie Harrington) on the cow cover and used forceps to drop the soup-soaked filthy handkerchief into a plastic bag. They took plaster casts of the docile Betsy's hoofs. Down in the bottom meadow they retrieved more hair and strands of white fabric on the willows where in his statement, unchanged under duress, Tom had said he'd found Jessie caught in the tree. Tom defensively and sensibly had not disclosed seeing Jessie floating under the bridge earlier that morning.

The forensic team examined the pasture and measured the extra depth of pugs at the point where Tom had asserted he'd placed Jessie on the back of Betsy. Although skeptical they were thorough with their examination and took casts of a set of those deep pugs and of Tom's boot imprints. Tom was given a thin tube with a stopper and asked to provide a semen sample. He came back from behind a tree trunk with the tube overflowing and apologized, saying he hadn't whacked off or had a woman in almost a month. The guys in the forensic team looked at the huge sample jealously while their overweight female leader stared at Tom, licking her lips.

The Sheriff ordered the deputy to uncuff Tom and said he was free to go but not to leave town pending the outcome of further processes.

"We need to have experts interrogate Miss Harrington as soon as she's recovered sufficiently. But I satisfied before the DNA results are back, including data on her samples, that Tom here is hero. The evidence in his favor appears solid. Now Pete, note this question and Tom's answer.

"Why did you place Miss Harrington in the barn instead of taking her to the house for emergency attention?"

"Because I knew if Kevin had gotten her hands on her he'd plow into her and in her current condition I didn't think she'd be up to that."

"And?"

Tom wasn't sweating as he was telling the truth and the Sheriff noted that.

"I concluded she was safer in my hands than Kevin's and no way would I interfere with her. She appeared a bit classy for me, even when near dead. That's all Sheriff."

"Good man Tom. I'll fetch you to see her when she's in better shape. She'll want to thank you for saving her life."

"No thanks, she'd not wish to she the likes of me."

"But the media will want to photograph and film you two together, she kissing you. It's a sensational survival story and will probably go nation-wide. She spent a couple of hours in the water, drifting for probably ten miles including all bends."

"I don't want to see her. That's final Sheriff. And tell the media if they come on to Judd Farm looking for me they'll get an ass full of birdshot, women too. That's not a reckless warning Sheriff, that's just me protecting myself from media harassment. You know what they're like." 

"I'll tell them. Well just aim for the asses Tom. Shoot for their eyes and I'll personally arrest you." 

An enterprising film and camera crew in a helicopter next morning swooped on Tom herding the cows in for milking and captured the only pictures taken of Tom. The selected photo of Tom hurling dry cow dung at the chopper was syndicated around the world along with the remarkable rescue story of the millionaire's daughter.

Tom, who'd been cuffed almost senseless by the enraged Kevin for not giving Kevin a crack at the young woman and getting Kevin in trouble with the law, had kept clear of the house, entering to eat his cold dinner after Kevin had gone to bed and then leaving before dawn next morning. Later that day Kevin came out and yelled if Tom didn't treat Kevin and Mrs Judd with respect he'd come after him with an axe. So Tom fronted up. Kevin sourly showed him the front page of the newspaper with the rescue story filling the entire page.

"You look an idiot trying to bring down a helicopter with cow shit," growled Kevin but Tom wasn't really listening. His eyes devoured the princess. She really was beautiful.

"It says the parents are millionaires," Mrs Judd said.

"The press knows nothing. They probably saw the parent's had a limo so thought money and then thought millionaires."

Kevin laughed derisively and said what did Tom know about the media and the outside world? He knew nothing."

"You could have killed that poor girl locking her up in the barn," Mrs Judd said. "You should have given her to Kevin. He'd know what to do with her."

"Boy, wipe that stupid grin off your face when Mrs Judd is talking to you."

"It's not a grin, it's a sneer."

"What do you know about sneering? I ought to take my belt off and flog you proper."

"Leave him Kevin. He's probably thinking of sliding between that lovely young lady's creamy thighs."

"What!" Kevin roared. "Where did you put the fucking axe?"

Tom ran from the house and headed for the bottom pasture to mope. He hadn't told anyone but since he'd found the victim and saved her, he'd had the idea of restoring her to health and keeping her in the barn and teaching her to love him. When she was thoroughly bedazzled he'd begin working her up until she was screaming to him to put it in. He'd slide in on a film of pussy juice, close his eyes and dream he was in heaven.

A small helicopter flew over quite low. Tom reached for cow dung, avoiding the moist ones. It went over the trees and landed by the house. Tom thought it would be medics, coming to take Kevin to hospital, telling him his sperm samples had shown he had mutations in his genes.

Later Tom moved down to the flood scoured bank and began tossing pebbles into the stream. He gradually began to feel sexy, the sun heating him, so he unzipped.

"Hello."

Tom grinned, lengthening his stoke. This was so unreal it was uncanny.

"I say, what you're doing looks interesting."

Tom's flaying hand slowed and he turned. It was Miss Harrington, giving a cute toothy grin and holding her right hand by her ear and waving her fingers at him. Her breasts were pushed forward as if yearning to fill his mouth.

"Would you care for me to finish that for you? I am rather experienced."

"No thanks," trembled Tom, almost put off his stroke.

"Well don't let me interrupt you. Let me see how far you can shoot your load."

The shock of the woman materializing in Tom's favorite masturbating place and now her unbelievable comments cringed his cock into limp submission in one second flat. It probably would feel too disgraced to shoot for a week having been caught out like that.

Tom stood and turned and she looked surprised as if wondering where the best part of him had gone. She watched him pack away something very small.

"I'm sorry. You cock has taken an embarrassing hit being surprised getting a good whack. I've met Mrs Judd and know there'd be no joy for you there."

"There are no women in my life these days," Tom said, stretching the truth a bit because he was allowed to walk home Sundays and two of his mom's friends usually were free to give him a warm welcome, any way he wanted it.

"Oh you poor darling. Should I roll over for you right now?"

"No thank you. I was just thinking about wooing you and finally you were so overwhelmed in your love for me you sighed and urged me to fill you."

"Love you? Very unlikely darling. I have found Mr Right. I've just come to thank you for saving my life and, I understand from Sheriff Menzies, you also saved me from being shafted by that wretched Mr Judd. If you insist on sex, well that's fine. Have that as well as the money. You can have my virgin ass if that will take that grumpy look off your face."

"I don't want sex from you until you are screaming for it. And I don't want money just for pulling you out of the water. God, what do you take me for! Tell your father to give the reward money to a street busker."

"That would cause a street riot. It's the princely sum of 200 grand and from my mom actually."

Tom missed that bit about mom. "Well tell him to send it anonymously to the IRS as conscience money in lieu of some of his tax evasions."

The young woman appeared totally impressed. "God, you are heroic. A real mix as you're also grumpy, stupid and extremely cynical and smell of cow poop."

"That's not me. You're standing in a wet one."

"Oh God, look at my shoes. I'm going to die."

At last Tom managed a grin. "God you over-act. You're not going to die today unless your chopper goes down. Step out of it and I'll attend to your shoe. No, there is no need to pull your dress up to your tits. I've already seen your pussy when you were floating. Best one I've ever seen, by a country mile."

"Oooh. You're capable of saying really lovely things to me. Do you take the opportunity to lick it?"

Aghast, Tom struggled on manfully to reply in the manner his mother would wish. "No, my first duty as a responsible citizen was to save your life. I ensured you were safe and warm and later remembered sustenance, so drizzled hot soup through your lips." . "Ohmigod, you really are heroic."

At that point Tom decided he'd had enough of her sweet talk so looked at her sternly. "Cut the crap will you. Hand me your green shoe and I'll wash it to return it to you white."

Jessie leaned on Tom's shoulder while she wriggled into her water-soaked but clean shoe. "God, you're strong, all sinew and muscle."

"Well earlier you took a close look at my most flexible muscle."

Jessie looked worried her shoes did not quite look to be a pair. "Well, I guess that's us done here. Walk me back to the house. Mr Judd said you were a mile away, sulking down on the bottom pasture. It seemed more like two miles to me."

"Well, being stupid and a city girl you took the two mile route. We'll take the short route back. We can stop and watch the ram shafting ewes if you are hankering for farm excitement."

"Are you trying to pull the wool over my eyes," she laughed softly, exercising her humor.

"That's what the ram does with his front feet so the ewe think he's playing blind man's buff and then he slyly sinks one into her when she's not expecting it."

Jessie's glorious peel of laughter caused birds to fall off their tree perches and dogs for up to two miles away to bark out they were under threat. Tom felt his erection return, irrefutably a sign he was in love with Jessie


Deathly White Thighs



* * *

Outside the almost collapsing farmhouse Tom, cap in hand, greeted Jessie's mother. "Good morning ma'am, you do look beautifully dressed and prepared for enjoying the country air. We are right out of champagne at the moment but can offer well water. May I add my welcome to your arrival to Judd farm?"

The mother said curtly, "Actually we were greeted with hostility."

"Oh no, don't take that to heart ma'am. The Judd's would have been acting normally, thinking you were debt collectors. May I say I can see where your daughter gets her classically beautiful looks."

"My God Stewart, " she said, clasping a small hillock she probably knew as a breast. "You led me to believe our hero would be a yokel."

"Talking like that he sure sounds like one," spat Mr Judd, audibly passing wind.

Tom, you slimy asshole, thought Jessie almost impressed. You've gotten mom beside herself to have you near to her so she can get into your pants. Tom really was a surprise package.

Tom turned to the lesser of the three visitors. "Good morning sir. Great day for shooting. I'll fetch my shotgun and you can bump off some of Mrs Judd's older fowls; the molting ones."

"Er no thank you young man, I might see blood."

"Shooting at the asshole will take care of that."

Mrs Harrington's haw-haw laugh frightened dogs up to five miles away and sent birds tumbling out of trees. "Stewart, make this man assistant to the assistant manager in one of my facilities."

"Yes dear. Would a salary of $22,000 be acceptable young man?"

Mrs Judd fainted on to Mr Judd's potbelly. Kevin said, "That's more than our income off this farm, gross."

"That would be gross," Stewart sniffed.

"Daddy, pay that $200,000 to our hero to become my bodyguard at school. Your money will be well-spent mommy. I won't be able to wander off drugged to the eyeballs and fall into the stream again, those nasty male tutors trying to catch me to release sperm."

"Oh God, I'll kill those bastards," Jessie's mother snarled.

"Good idea, I'll try to set them up for you to knife them ma'am," Tom said thoughtlessly.

"Right, grab your things and fly back to our hotel with us for lunch Tom."

"No Mrs Harrington," Kevin said. "Tom is our contract milker."

The silence indicated there was an impasse. Someone had to take charge.

"Show me the contract," said Stewart, with attorney-like authority.

"We don't have one, it was moral."

"Don't you mean oral?"

"You're confusing me Stewart." 

Stewart peeled off $500 bucks and shoved the wad into Kevin's mouth and said coldly, "Oral contract terminated. Do you accept?"

"I saw him peel off five big ones Kevin," yelled Mrs Judd.

Kevin made a big O with thumb and forefinger and mouthed something that did sound like 'agreed'.

CHAPTER 2

In a panic Tom attempted to claw his way out of the chopper when he saw Mrs Harrington move in behind the controls.

"Tom," Jessie laughed and with surprising strength pulled him back into his seat. "Mom retired as the highest decorated chopper pilot in the National Forest Service, making 49 rescue sorties, some in atrocious conditions. I feel safer with her in the air than her driving through Main Street when she looks at store windows or guys in tight jeans."

Tom immediately vomited over Jessie's legs and her shoes were now yellow. Jessie sighed and pointed out they hadn't yet left the ground. She threw her shoes at Mr Judd who yelled to her to bend over and get f.... The engine starting up and drowned that last word but Jessie now felt like vomiting.

"Some hero, some bodyguard," Stewart sneered. In a blur Tom reached across Jessie and whacked Stewart, who was twice Tom's size. "Don't demean me Mr Harrington."

"You fucker, you're broken my nose," Stewart yelled and fainted as the sight of claret flying everywhere.

"Rip your father's shirt off to stem the blood flow darling." 

Glancing at Tom Mrs Harrington said, "Christ, have we found ourselves a real man. Right, here we go. Pull your headset on Tom and I'll background sexy music to calm you as you escape those terrible Judds. God, I bet they eat their meat raw and bang away the night with revolting sucking noises."

Jessie sat holding her protector's hand, assisting to calm him. A huge smile lit her face as she attempted to picture Tom about to shaft her. Then her face fell as she pictured Tom being too big to fit. She felt like weeping, thinking her mom would have Tom to herself.

At the hotel Tom was in the shower when Mrs Harrington came in uninvited and joined him. As she fell to her knees and began working away he said sternly, "Mrs Harrington, you may finish off what you are doing but I'm advising I won't have sexual relations with you, ever. It's improper. Besides I'm in love with your daughter and will marry her if Jessie will have me."

Mrs Harrington's haw-haw laugh shattered the unbreakable glass of the shower box. She sustained eleven minor glass cuts because Tom hugged her to him to protect her. He received fifty-three cuts -- the hotel had to send out for more band-aids.

Hearing the commotion in the bathroom, Jessie was first to the scene and used her fingers for compression to top the blood flow from her mom's left nipple. The women saw blood flowing from Tom's deflated penis and were relieved when Jessie's mom said it was only a tooth bite delivered when the glass shattered. Fortunately she'd had missed a vein.

"Why did you give your monster laugh-- was his response to cock-sucking that bad?"

"No, he told me ever so seriously he'd never fuck me because he loved you and expected he'd marry you if you'd have him."

"That's really sick mom. He knows I have Regan and while Tom's no yokel I don't think he's all that far removed."

"I have a BA in literature," Tom said sulkily because he didn't like the women talking within his earshot about his relations with them.

Mrs Harrington said "Bullshit" and Jessie said if he had a degree why wasn't he using it instead of masquerading as a yokel.

"I decided to bury myself after my fiancée was accidentally gunned down by the police."

Mrs Harrington said that was bullshit and Jessie yelled at her not to laugh.

There was a moment's awkwardness that deepened when mother and daughter saw tears come to Tom's eyes.

"Oh God mom, it's true...the Lesley Giles killing. She an innocent bystander was caught in crossfire between the police and bank robbers. A year ago remember?" 

Mrs Harrington hugged Tom and swept back his fringe. "Call reception darling and tell them to bring up band-aids, heaps of them. Then leave me to have a quiet time with Tom."

She kissed and hugged Tom and told him Lesley was resting in a better place. But he pushed her away when she wanted to sit on his lap to make him feel really happy.

* * *

A big donation from Mrs Harrington, chairman-president of a helicopter servicing supplies and training school (a business inherited from her father), persuaded the board of the finishing school to allow Jessie to continue the first two weeks of her final year with her personal bodyguard living in the room next to her.

Three nude male tutors had been chasing Jessie the night she fell into the stream on that near fatal night and they stood on the bank laughing until she disappeared from view. Tom asked her for positive ID's. She told him she'd never forget their faces, although she was pretty well drugged, but she wouldn't identify them to Tom unless he promised to do them no lasting harm. He promised. 

A couple of days later she asked, "What have you done to those three guys?"

"Nothing."

That pissed her off but nothing like the way her gut was churning in the knowledge than final year students had begun to slip into Tom's room for a bit of horizontal exercise. The board chairman had expressed concerns about that happening but her mom bowed to the pressure by doubling the amount of her proposed donation.

Jessie was not happy when her pals were getting it and she was not. She confronted Tom about her being on the outer.

"Jessie, all you have to do is ask me for it like the other girls do."

"No."

"Oh come on Jessie. Remember in the beginning you were keen enough to ask if you could jerk me off?"

"That was different. I felt obligated because you'd saved my life."

"I never want you to feel obligated to me Jessie. But if you want cock you must ask for it. I decided on that long ago when dreaming about shafting you. That dream was a nightmare for me by the way, you were so large I couldn't touch the sides."

"Tom, you disgust me."

"Have a nice day Jessie -- I'll see if I can manage to keep a little farther away so you don't notice my presence."

* * *

Then a sequence of events occurred.

The usually mild, bespectacled Simon Potts, who taught and coached math to the slower learners, spent all night locked in the female toilets at the swimming pool with rampant lesbian librarian Gladys Brown. Gladys succeeded in having Simon placed on a disciplinary charge for locking them to attempt to convert her to male-female sex. Simon, sporting a black eye denied the charge and said he'd simply gone in to investigate a woman's cry for help, unfortunately just before the cleaners returned and locked the facility for the evening. Ms Potts said Simon's claim was ridiculous. She'd been on the toilet and had made an involuntary sound but it certainly was not a cry for help. Simon's reputation throughout the school nose-dived from low to zero.

Frank Ling, head of the science department, began showing a DVD to three female teachers in the staff room titled 'Myths About Virginal Births' but the horrified women found themselves looking at a promo of a mass romp with most of the elderly participants choosing anal sex. There was no record of 'Old & Oddly Anal' being out on loan from the local DVD and Video Hire Center but the DVD in Frank's possession was identified positively as the property of the center and the school board was discretely notified Frank only ever hired adult-rated DVDs. The disciplinary board suspended Frank for two weeks without pay and he had to apologize to the three still indignant teachers in front of the entire school at assembly.

Only when Evan Sharples's beloved personally fully restored 1935 English sports car was found half submerged in the stream in which Jessie Harrington almost drowned did she put two plus one together. The recent misadventures to three male tutors were remarkably the three same tutors who'd chased after her waving their erections at her on that terrible evening when they watched her float away.

"Oh Tom, your creative, vengeful darling," she yawned, half tempted to go to him and ask him for it. But no, no way. She'd turn forty with floppy tits and a fat ass before she'd even think of asking if she could bend over for him. 

She almost wilted to go running to Tom, begging, when the school's two drug pushers, lawnmower man Steve Cann and senior student health consultant Mary-Ann Schmidt were found gagged and tied nude in a sixty-nine from the school's flagpole. By the time school authorities found out and issued orders for all students to remain indoors, all students in their nightwear were already grouped around the flagpole wondering how Steve had managed to get it up Mrs Schmidt when tied up. At that point there were two explosions in the staff car lot. Everyone ran to look over the bank. Mrs Schmidt and Steve's luxurious cars, probably with the alarmed trunks filled with dope, were found to have been pulled to the center of the parking lot, well clear of other vehicles, and set alight with cans of fuel taken from the mowing equipment barn. 

Police from nearby Craxton Heights City were called. Steve and Mrs Schmidt were freed, and draped in blankets ran to look at the remains of their cars. Police searched their rooms, found the evidence they were after and took the pair away to book them and to send their forensic team to the school to complete enquiries. Suspects were lined up including Tom. Jessie was terrified when she saw Tom being questioned, or rather grilled. She had to dash off and change her panties. The poor guy looked so vulnerable with all those special cops gathered around him. 

Finally a female cop came and escorted her back to her room. The boss cop asked her was her room her room.

"Yes."

"Answer me properly."

"Yes thank you."

"No, yes Lieutenant.

"I am not required under law to address you by title. Titles are for you guys to allow yourselves to sort yourselves out. It's an IQ thing. We have junior teachers here the same age as senior students, we have different grades of teachers and the head mistress is the paramount boss. But do we have a system of stripes, badges, stickers and forehead tattoos to establish seniority demarcation? No we don't. I did say it was an IQ thing."

"Look don't get smart with me young lady or we'll book you for gross insubordination."

"You have no chance of doing that. It's impossible for me to show insubordination to inferiors."

"Right it's down to HQ where you'll be taught manners Miss Harrington...oh Christ, you're not Shawnee Harrington's daughter are you?"

"Shawnee with the big laugh is my mom, yes."

"God, in Air Force Reserve I used to hanker after her...God, you have balls just like her."

"Thank you lieutenant. Now could we get on with it?"

"Why is this guy next to you and with a connecting door?"

"Mom hired him to do my homework for me at nights and to hold a good place for me in the café or dining hall and run the track circuits for me when I am handed punishments for being too mouthy or disrespectful."

"Ever seen him act suspiciously?"

"All the time. Girls file into his room half the night."

"That's not suspicious. That's what you'd expect to happen to the only non-staff guy on an all-girl campus. If they go in singly we can't do him on a mass obscenity charge. What about age?"

"His visitors are all ages."

"No I mean under eighteen?"

"I've been told by seniors I trust he won't touch pussy under twenty years of age."

"Damn."

"Want to search my room and really grill me?"

"Nah, we've got fingernail samples and hair samples to look for signs of petrol ignition and taken sample patches over his body looking for skin flakes or hair from the couple who were hoisted up the flagpole to humiliated them obscenely. Your assistant next door had the muscle to hoist two people up the pole last night but he claimed he was asleep."

"Well, there are some 200 students aged twenty or over who could claim Tom was asleep with them last night and they knew because they were awake waiting for him to rev up again. Young women having sneaky sex can be such lying bitches."

"Er 200 possible students willing to give alibis you say?"

"It could be like that lieutenant. Ask your woman cop -- unless he failed to fire for any of those girls most of them would defend him to ensure he sticks around to be there when their turn comes up again. You know this is an enclosed institution so sex is pretty hard to get around here."

When the cops left Jessie smiled knowing it couldn't have been Tom, as he did have women in his room last night. She heard the headboard going from just after 8:00 until almost 1:00. Then he would have slipped into exhausted sleep. 

Tom entered without knocking just as Jessie was oiling her nipples.

"You could have knocked you rude slob."

"Yum, yum, great tits. You really are a beautiful young woman."

Jessie smiled. "Well, you only have to ask" but she was ignored as Tom's mind had switched.

"Please get off your bed. I left it too late so had to stash some gear before the cops arrived. I knew they wouldn't search the room of a babe like you."

Tom pulled a boiler suit with built in soft shoes and facemask and a pair of leather gloves from under the mattress.

Jessie grabbed one of the gloves and smelt petrol. "God, you made the drug bust and destroyed their vehicles and two big stashes of drugs."

"Yeah. You can't rely on the cops even though their IQ is a little above that of the crims. I think when you see students almost spaced out before midday something needs to be done. So I did it."

"But the flagpole, how did you..."

"Hoist two people? It's an immensely strong pole with a double pulley mechanism with reduction gears. Ian the chief grounds man told me that on sports days and parents day and the like a huge notice board is hoisted to indicate events, times and venues."

"D-did you have trouble in-inserting Steve?"

"Nah, the dope he was on maintains a 24-hour erection and Mrs Schmidt was as big as a bucket."

"Oh God," laughed Jessie, rattling the cups and saucers and knickknacks and making the light fitting sway. "If I kiss you that's not the same as asking for it, is it?"

"Nah, go ahead. I've been thinking about you a great deal."

Jessie thought not when he was making those other promiscuous gals squeal would he be thinking about her. She reached up and Tom closed her eyes and she kissed him, having seen his eyes before they closed. He had the hots for her, she marveled. She had underestimated him, thinking he would have lost interest in her in being pushed to his limit by an excess of pussy. She felt her own feelings tingle and thought, uh-huh. She better get an installment from her smooth guy Regan, another guy who was all muscle and knew how to please her until she squealed and gushed, almost blacking out. If she waited too long to get it from Regan then Tom would have her capitulating.

Two days later Tom's authority to live-in to provide temporary protection ended. He called a cab after telling Jessie he would rent a room in the nearby town and buy a laptop and start writing a book about the hero being taken hostage in a girls' college.  Jessie yawned and said, "off you go."

"I'll be only a phone call away."

"I know. If I decide I want it from you I'll call."

Jessie watched from her window, gnashing her teeth, as Tom walked between two lines of senior students three deep who were crying and blowing kisses. He reached the cab without being mauled.

* * *

Jessie picked up Tom in the town and they caught a shuttle for the long holiday weekend break and were met by Jessie's younger sister Meg, who appeared to have the same size tits but was six inches shorter with a sun bed tan and she wore skintight clothes.

"Oh Jessie. You emailed he was okay and mom said she could take him or leave him. You guys are insane: Tom you are gorgeous. You drive Jess and I'll lounge in the back with Tom."

"You drive you little slut," Jessie said amicably and we'll combine to give Tom a running commentary. He hasn't been to this state before."

Shortly after driving from the terminal parking lot they saw a long line of terracotta-colored buildings with Shawnee Helicopter Services written on each building.

"On your right Tom you'll see mom's little empire. What do you think of my mom?"

"Dangerous."

"Oh, great comment. I must tell her as she'll love that. Do you want to sleep with Jess me or mom?"

"Shut up and stop being sluttish Meg. You won't find a real man if you carry on like that. Anyway, you don't throw your pussy around like you make out you do."

"True darling but who's always invited to the hottest parties?"

From then on it settled down into a friendly conversation, all three contributing. Tom was pleased to see the sisters exchanging quiet signs of affection.

Huge sounds erupted to their left. A black car, tires screaming, came around the corner in a slide, two cop cars, sirens blaring in hot pursuit. 

"Full power, mount the sidewalk. Go!" Tom yelled and screaming Meg delivered on their only chance. Their big Jeep slipped by a parked pickup and roared down the sidewalk, scattering two teenage boys. The car being pursued slammed into the pickup and spun around almost on the spot where Meg may have braked to a stop. It then rolled and smashed into an oncoming truck.




Deathly White Thighs



"Good girl. Incredible performance," Tom said, leaning forward to pat Meg's shoulder. "Move back on to the street and drive away slowly. We haven't caused any damage and will be poor witnesses. The cops won't want to know us."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes are you sure Tom?" Jessie asked, still panting, aware the full impact of the impending crash would have occurred against her door. 

"No, but it's what I'd do."

"Tom, that's good enough for me." Meg said. "You have just saved us from possible dreadful injuries, even death, especially Jessie."

They drove along in silence, hanging back from the car in front and looking at all other vehicles nervously until Meg eased the tension. "I hope you guys don't mind; I wet my pants back there."

To Tom's relief Shawnee greeted him more like a homecoming son than a guy whose cock she'd bitten when they'd showered together.

Pouring pre-dinner drinks Stewart told Thom his nose had healed well in straight alignment. Meg told the folk of their hair-raising drive through the city but simply described Tom's reaction as brilliant, his avoidance command as remarkably brief and clear and that he'd saved them from "being messed up a bit."

"Oh God, I worry about you guys and then we have this," Stewart worried while Shawnee smiled softly and said, "These things happen. I'm glad you came out of it safely."

Shawnee asked sounding completely unconcerned, "Was my bodyguard money wasted?"

"Totally," said Tom. "I'll reimburse you now if you wish."

"No, I slept well during those two weeks. Jessie says you continue to live close by to her and have resumed writing. I'm pleased to hear that. If I like it I will publish the book for you. That reminds me, are you two sleeping together?"

"No mother. An issue remains between us and neither of us will budge."

Meg glanced at Tom with a big smile and winked. Shawnee was on to her and said menacingly, "Meg, don't you dare."

"What," asked Stewart and Shawnee said it was girl's talk.

"Mom and dad, there are two things I must tell you about my temporary bodyguard concerning three jerks and two drug pushers on campus."

Tom jumped up and said he wanted a breath of fresh air and Jessie said good idea.

When he returned Meg jumped up and led him back to his chair and patted his arm, not saying a word. Shawnee said, "Welcome to our family Tom, and I really mean it."

Stewart also acknowledged Tom in the same laid-back style of the other two: "More coffee pal?"

"Oh darling," Shawnee said to Jessie, "To avoid unexpected complications I phoned Jennifer Watts yesterday to say you'd be home this evening with a casual guy, a friend who worked at your college."

"That means the slick jerk she calls son will be over here anytime soon to look at his girlfriend's tits and to size up his rival. Will there be a fight?"

"Can it Meg," Shawnee murmured.

The phone went. Jessie rushed to answer it and returned fifteen minutes later. The others had finished coffee.

"Regan has invited me out," Jessie said smiling and turning to Tom purred, "He's included you but perhaps you shouldn't go as it's a supper cookout and there will be drinking." 

"I drink, you know I drink."

"Well sometimes Regan can get a bit pugnacious."

"But you assured me Regan was a really sweet guy. Did you forget to mention except for some rough edges?"

"Why are you pressuring me like this?"

Meg chipped in, "Regan plays semi-Pro football, I'd advise you to get in first and slug him stupid before he knows..."

Shawnee told Meg to shut up.

"Tom, I've known Regan for years and happen to like him better than I like you...um...I think. There is no need to become jealous."

"Okay, I agree. Mind if I tag along to make my own mind up about Regan?"

"Please yourself. I'll call up some friends and one is bound to want a night out with you even at such short notice."

"Don't bother -- Meg is coming with me, that is if Shawnee says that's okay."

"Oh swell Tom. A late nigh with you answers my dream."

"Mom, you can't allow it," Jessie shrilled. "At college his appetite for women was almost carnivorous."

"I've had friends saying similar things about Regan Watts," Shawnee said.

Stewart looking worried asked did the conversation have to be so disgusting.

"Mom, tell Jessie to butt out. She's become jealous," Meg asserted. "I'm almost twenty-one and I bet I've been seduced more times at that age than she was even though she thought she was hot."

"Meg please," Tom answered. "I don't want the situation inflamed and if you think I'm out to seduce you, dream on. Jessie -- please think clearly and objectively: Is there any real reason why you can't accept Meg accompanying me to the party tonight and we having a little fun?"

Jessie still looked ready to murder someone. "I suppose not. Yes of course, Meg likes you and should have fun with you. Seduce her if you wish; I won't cry if I find you did."

"Meg will be home by 11:00 if it's turning into one of those kind of parties."

Jessie asked, "Meg if Regan does begin to show a dislike for Tom get Tom out of there -- take him parking if that's your wish."

"I do whatever Tom wishes. He could take Regan with one hand in his pocket and if Regan's two best buddies join in Tom will probably account for them too. If he doesn't I take him to the hospital."

"Girls, both are you are staying home tonight. World War 3 can start without you, and my word is final."

Shawnee said to Stewart to cancel his order. Stewart had never punched anyone in his live so had no concept of what this was about.

At the supper cook-out when the girls drifted away from new guy Tom, Regan handed Tom a beer and they spent at least an hour chatting, Jessie and Meg looked across at the guys from within the group of women they were with and moaned about Regan and Tom being so chummy. 

Midway through supper Meg complained she was bored. Tom looked at her and she held his gaze to up his interest and, just as she had intended, their minds began to focus on the age-old activity. He hesitated. She looked at him under lowered eyelids and sighed and that triggered him.

When they were about to climb aboard Shawnee's Jeep Meg handed Tom her panties and said, "Drive to the river -- first turn right, second turn second on the left and continue straight on. She climbed in and was unzipping Tom before he'd buckled up. Tom drove to the riverside parking lot with a huge smile on his face but Meg's mouth was too full for her to comment as she stared at him, brushing aside her hair.

Meg climbed on to Tom, exaggerating how big he was to please him, and began bouncing up and down, lost in her own little world until she sighed, panted hugely with her mouth open and slumped on to him for a short rest before yawning and saying, "Do you think we should go home? Dad will be worrying." 

Tom didn't waste thought about how the sex had been perfunctionary. Well what else could one expect: they didn't love one another and when he was shafting Meg at times he was thinking he was plowing into Jessie. No, he was more interested in the parental roles, with Stewart acting the concerned, worrying and fussy mom and Shawnee showing a tough edge and acting as if the kids had flown the nest although they were still around. He'd not struck that before; something to work into his book.

CHAPTER 3

Jessie had found the party boring but knew she'd put up with worse. And why had she stupidly spent so much time checking on Tom to see if he was okay and not feeling lost in a crowd of strangers? Of course he hadn't sat like a wallflower and she'd known he wouldn't but she'd still worried. But why? She knew the answer but didn't like thinking about it.

They decided to leave and she hoped Regan wouldn't suggest going down to park in a secluded spot on riverside. Tom would be down their screwing her little sister. Oh yeah, more likely the little slut would be taking the lead. As they approached Regan's 'muscle' car Jessie received absolute confirmation something had changed between them. Until then it had been tiny things, about the size of nuances, whatever that meant. But Regan had gone to his side of the vehicle and slid in, although he did reach across and open her door. Previous, without fail, he'd always put on a gallant act and half-bowing would stand holding her door open and mutter something sexy like, 'Lovely butt' of 'don't bump that darling head on the car'.

"Want to go home and rumble in the garage loft -- dad cleaned it up a few weeks ago and mom has added chairs and a sofa?"

Jessie nodded and yawned.

Regan led the way up the narrow stairway instead of walking behind and messing around with her thighs or grabbing her ass cheeks and pressing flesh. They'd had their first fuck in this loft, not that it had been the first for either of them.

Regan sat on the sofa, Jessie beside him, and he bounced a hand up and down on his left knee nervously, so she asked him: "Have you found someone else?"

Sighing, Regan turned and said with embarrassment, "Yes."

"That's fine with me. Take me home now or shall I walk?"

He said nervously, "I'll take you home and take a goodnight kiss."

"It will be a goodbye kiss but let's remain friends."

"Okay," he said, greatly relieved. 

Outside the family home Regan said, "Well, good night, take care. See you next time." He drove away quietly, not looking back and had not taken his goodnight kiss.

Jessie was amazed she wasn't devastated. It was the first time in her life a guy had dropped her. She twisted her hands together, knowing her real fear was reserved for something else: Would Tom fall for Meg, especially after them slamming together tonight? To her astonishment her mom arrived, turned on the light and held out her arms.

"Was it bad darling?" Shawnee asked, stroking her elder daughter's hair.

"Would you belief it was a relief?"

"That pleases me."

"Mom, Regan and I have kicked around since eighth grade."

"And now it's time to move on. His mom didn't say a word to me but she seemed, well, nervous about you being home. When you fly aircraft you get to know to trust your instincts and to look around for signs -- signs of anything."

"Don't I know it mom. You've always read my changing moods before I've known about the change."

"That's bullshit."

"So you say mom. Well I know differently. You don't know what a fantastic mom you'll been. Dad's always been the glue but you always knew when to be there and when to butt out. He doesn't have a clue and all my girlfriends worshipped you."

"That's because I'd been in Special Forces and fly my own chopper."

"It goes far beyond that mom, but your mind is not interpretative in that sense. Believe me, some of those girls wished you were their mother and probably still do."

"Have you been over indulging darling?"

"Four drinks, five tops. That's all. Although you were trained to suppress emotions mom, just believe your daughter loves you and when she says several of her closest friends more than like you, that's the truth."

Shawnee smiled and said she accepted what Jessie was saying. "Hot chocolate?"

"Yes please and sit with me mom and talk like moms and adult daughters are mean to talk. I'm sure Meg and Tom won't be embarrassed thinking we have stayed up to check them in."

"Check them in? They arrived home half an hour ago, looking tired and happy and went to their beds, their respective beds if that's what's on your mind."

"Home, home already? Oh mom. Smiling and weeping at the same time, Jessie rushed at her pleased mother. Shawnee had already worked out what this was about and was very happy. She decided she'd give Meg more flying hours in the fixed-wing aircraft tomorrow to give Jessie time to relax alone with Tom.

* * *

On the weekend before the exams, Jessie received a leave pass to go home but instead called on Tom. He came to the door dressed in underpants and a singlet, rubbing his eyes.

"God Tom, its after 10:00. We you out whoring all night?"

"Nope."

She didn't believe him. Jessie swallowed, determined to complete her mission. "I have pre-exam tension. Please fuck me."

They both looked down and saw Tom's underpants begin to tent. She thought perhaps he'd been out whoring only some of the night.

Then he alarmed her. "No way."

She groaned and felt like wringing his neck. Then she knew what he was on about so said sweetly, "I have been dreaming of you being inside me and you raining my face with sweet kisses. I feel I am ready for you."

"You're not yet twenty-three. Are you sure you can think that erotically about sex?"

Jessie didn't answer. She pushed him clear of the door, slammed it shut and began kissing him -- coolly at first but then feeling the rise of passion.

To her delight Tom responded like a real man. That's what had triggered her mother -- Tom being a hero with a big dick. Those were Shawnee's principal goals in life and she'd chose to marry a man without those 'qualities' to provide her the quest to occasionally find the guy who had them, like that ex-airman and now Police Lieutenant who'd admitted knowing her mother intimately. He'd lied that he hadn't touched her mom but she'd seen the lie in his eyes. Jessie knew of a few others who'd fitted the pattern whom she'd seen hanging around her mom over the years: Her predatory mom.

Jessie lifted her arms and didn't need to open her mouth. Tom took the cue and within thirty seconds had bared her top and was now attached like a limpet to a breast.

Lowering a hand Jessie felt the mass and her body heated. She raised a leg and catching the elasticized top of his underpants lowered her leg and worked the garment to the floor, having to use her other hand to pull it clear of an impediment. Her thoughts went to that day when she'd watched him jerking off. You fool, she scolded, she should have taken him then. She thought of him plowing her fellow senior students and went a bit giddy and thinking she'd never heard a word of dissatisfaction from those dick-happy students. Jessie pushed him away from her tits and kissed him, mouthing into him deeply. He was now breathing deeply and grabbing at her so she sunk to her knees and began feeding him into her mouth, applying her best tongue caressing she'd exhibit so far in her relatively short sex life. He felt wonderful in her mouth and, she thought wickedly, fuck the exams, she wanted to fuck all through her three-day weekend.

While a fuck is only a fuck Jessie would never forget those wondrous emotions Tom released in her that Friday morning. Some yokel he turned out to be. He brushed her body with his lips and whispered words to her as if he were a professional gigolo. He had her soppy long before he began fingering her and she was away with the birds three times when he began licking her. Then when she was screaming, unusual for her -- someone banging on the door and telling her to shut up -- he entered and performed at the pace of a snail, apart from little bursts to take her to near climax before allowing her to plateau out. Their bodies slapped together, she never having sweated so much in being with a guy or a girlfriend. After her erotic thoughts faded she visualized the head of Tom's prick reaching her soul. Yes her soul. God, she was in love with him and why not? She admitted it at last. He was cheerful, a good companion and his cock hadn't been too large for her after all. He enjoyed intellectual talk, sharing jokes and she'd now learned he could talk even more filthy than she could during a shafting. But what was his future? Did he have one? And did she really want to end up teaching English lit at some college?

Jessie felt her body lift and buckle as if she were riding a wave. Her eyeballs felt about to pop.

"Tom -- can't hold back." She clamped, he yelled "Jesus" and a few seconds later they were awash at the almost united groins.

"God, that was my best fuck ever," she gasped and Tom looked goofy and lied that he'd been saving his best for her. How could it be anything but a lie?

Indeed it had been awesome. But after this weekend it would be the end of Tom. A guy without a future would hang around her neck like a millstone.

Tom, still panting, gave her another goofy smile and Jessie's heart went goofy. No, she's stay with him. He'd saved her life and was romantic enough to lie that he'd saved his best fuck for her. Four years at college had changed her life and it was her birthday next month. She'd try to find a job in a library and they could live in a trailer park if necessary. Tom could get a job with a security firm. If her awesome mom had focused on Tom why should her daughter be a gutless tweetie and give him up?"

"Tom, after I leave college I want to live with you."

"Okay."

Jessie counted to five and then said ominously, "A little more enthusiasm would be welcome."

"Well, let's see how it pans out. I finished my third revise of my novel just after 8:00 this morning and am due to fly out at 3:00 this afternoon to hand it over to your mom. If Shawnee likes it she will hand it over to a publisher friend and subsidize publication if necessary or her company will underwrite the whole process."

That staggered Jessie. "That's great, that's a wonderful opportunity for you. I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks. Shawnee says she wants me to marry you so I must become licensed as a security officer and she will arrange for me to gain accelerated experience and she'll then promote me through the ranks to become her chief of security and I'll work only days so I can write evenings."

"That's brilliant but we'll have to talk marriage."

"Yeah, of course -- just you and me before we talk to her. But there is a catch and you might not be agreeable."

"She wants you to sleep with her once a week?"

"On her birthday and pre-Christmas. She though you might wear that."

"Twice a year? Okay, twice a year for as long as she wants."

"Shawnee thought just the one year would be fine. She thought after our first baby arrives she wouldn't want either of us committing adultery."

"Mom said that?"

Tom grinned. "She said it wasn't fair your father being the only one in the family who was sexually responsible."

Jessie laughed, her mind in a whirl. She pulled out her phone and minutes later had a seat on the 6:00 flight home that evening.

"Why didn't you attempt to get on the flight with me?"

"After one more fuck I'm returning to school to do six hours of pre-exam work and then pack to go home for further study. But load your novel on to a memory stick because I'll begin reading it and finish it on the aircraft. I want my own opinion on you as a writer. I feel your recent experiences may have lifted you beyond the mire."

CHAPTER 4

Meg was waiting at the airport and the two sisters kissed. Meg asked what was Jessie's opinion of Tom's effort.

"Blown away. It's about us, sort of. I'm the aloof daughter and you are the nymphomaniac and mom is mom. It begins with Thom rescuing her from a stream after initially leaving her thinking she was dead."

"But that's you and I'm not quite an nympho, am I?"

"Author's license dear. Of course you are near virginal."

"Jessie, you are confusing me about how I think of me."

Jessie ignored that and said the character who was Shawnee went to flying school and joined the Air Force and as a high-performance captain was attached to a Special Ops unit in a war-torn zone when miraculously Tom was in charge of catering."

"Catering?"

"Be patient, his heroism comes forth. Well, read the manuscript. I have it with me."

"Give me the ending, give me the ending."

"Oh all right. This is during the Gulf War and when a heavily armed hostile force begins to overrun the forward temporary rescue base Tom blows up the base's munitions dump taking out most of invaders. Mom and two other attack chopper pilots who survived the initial bombardment clean up the remnants of the invading force land including four tanks, but mom has taken a bullet through the side of her gut and only just lands her badly damaged chopper. Tom races out and pulls mom from the wreckage just before her chopper blows up. A piece of metal slices into Tom, puncturing his lung. They are invalided home, both recover but mom is left sterile. I'm written in as mom's former best friend and I help her set up Belinda's Agricultural Flying Services. I live with mom and Tom and bear three babies for them and we continuing living as one big happy family. Tom's drawn the characters so well that I recognized everyone of us although outsiders won't recognize it as anything but fiction."




Deathly White Thighs



The two sisters fell against one each agreeing it was rather far-fetched but ever so romantic.

On the drive home Meg told her weepy sister that their mother was locked in her bedroom reading the manuscript while Tom was pacing outside the house drinking beer.

Once they settled in at home with their father, Tom having been called into the bedroom, their father said, "Far fetched do you think? Oh yeah?"

Stewart returned to the room with an embossed slim volume the sisters had never seen. It was the official citation for the presentation of an extremely high award to Captain Shawnee Wellington (their mother's maiden name) for valor and acting above the call to duty to save eleven wounded commandos being guarded by the USAF Special Ops unit in the temporary field hospital and waiting for evacuation. The remaining uninjured commandos were only lightly armed. 

Crying the young women read in the citation how their mother had led her wing to attack the enemy, the two other pilots young and not yet battle hardened. It was cited who she guided them compassionately and with inspired leadership and they performed bravely and with ruthless precision.

On an inserted page they read about the posthumous award to the combat logistics support officer heading the team to service the wing. He'd blown up the munitions dump and rescued their mother-to-be from her burning aircraft only to be fatally sliced through the spine by a piece of flying metal from the exploding aircraft as he crouched over to protect Shawnee.

The women, weeping copiously, rushed to the side of their father and they hugged.

"We call you Jessie because his name was Jess Maitland," her father said, wiping his eyes."

Jessie said she'd already made that assumption when reading the name. 

Shawnee emerged from the bedroom, trailed by a delighted Tom.

"I have been talking to publisher Charlie Maitland," she said. "He and I have agreed to jointly meet the publishing costs and he'll take care of marketing. We are doing this because he likes the closing theme of the book although he has yet to sight the manuscript. Jess Maitland was his elder son. I'd sent Tom some of my Air Force and earlier background when he'd required it. Charlie has commissioned Tom to write the true story of my life with publication two years from now. He says I'm getting longish in the tooth so there is no need for me to shy of my past, that I should be proud of it and he wished Jess was still with us to recall his past. When he said that I kinda caved in. You see Jess and had been lovers and I first met Charlie when I helped bring Jess home to him."

Jessie and Meg stood uncertainly. They'd never seen their mom cry but she looked mighty close to it. She held out here hands and they ran to her. Shawnee laughed, "Come on, cry; you're women."

Stewart spoke up and that was unusual for him. "Jessie, in view of what you're read and heard today you may be wondering if Jess was your father. The answer is no. I married your mother and fathered you almost two years after Shawnee brought Jess home. Shawnee and I are the bona fide parents of both of you. I'd gone all through school with Jess. You know the rest of the story how your mother and I met at a memorial service. Well that service was for Jess."

"Thanks for that reassurance daddy, the thought had crossed my mind," Jessie said, smiling again.

Stewart said, "You get your inquisitive mind and academic ability from me and Meg gets her athleticism and tendency towards promiscuity from her mother."

Three women chased after Stewart, brought him to the floor and forced him to recant his comment about promiscuity. 

The afternoon went by happily with the family and Tom looking at old photo albums and reading about Shawnee's military service and listening to her stories. The guilt of pancaking her near-disabled helicopter and to have her former lover die attempting to shield her had at last crumbled. 

Prior to dinner Tom and Jessie then went walking.

During dinner Jessie rang the little silver bell left to her by her paternal grandmother and said Tom wished to make an announcement.

Tom stood and said, "Sorry folk I regret having to shock you but Jessie and I plan to marry the day after her college graduation. What's for dessert?"

There was uproar of course and un-chilled champagne was handed around.

Meg said to Jessie when they were dishing up dessert, "I was sure that announcement would have made mom cry."

"I didn't expect tears," Jessie said. "We have made her and dad very happy. But be there when mom holds her first grandchild for the first time. As far as I'm concerned even one tear will count as crying."

THE END