1 comments/ 14743 views/ 3 favorites I'll Make a Man Out of You By: Egmont Grigor CHAPTER 1 The tousled blond well-built guy of twenty-eight listened to the wasp-tongued judge slam into him before passing sentence. It was near the end of the day and Judge Willis was tired, the arthritis in her right hip was biting and she was just in the right mood to, figuratively, bury her teeth into some poor jerk's butt. Finn Walsh was the unfortunate. Normally he might have escaped with yet another mild rebuke had the minor matter that had landed him in court been dismissed on a technicality yet again, such as one judge declaring a man with $80 sleeping on a park bench cannot be considered a vagrant. But this time Judge Willis thought perhaps five days in prison might turn around this guy who appeared on route to wasting his life. For goodness sake, he had a master's in fine arts. How could he achieve that and have spent the past three years being a bum? He needed a shake up. She lashed the guy with verbal brimstone causing a young woman, probably his ex-fiancée, run from the court in tears and his parents had the terrified look of knowing their son was about to go to jail. Judge Willis shuffled papers wondering if perhaps she should make that seven days incarcerated; the tough jerk had just stared at her expressionless as she'd blasted him and now was examining the ornate ceiling of her courtroom. Miss Keys his attorney, acting in place of her father Morgan who'd been at law school with Judge Willis, asked to approach the bench. The judge looked at the prosecution attorney who waved away the unspoken invitation to join the impromptu conference. "Judge Willis," said Alice Keys a little breathlessly. "It worries me I might not have represented my client with the skill acquired from experience my father possesses." "Well that's scarcely surprising my dear. You have been practicing what two years?" "Three years your Honor." "Go on." "It would appear from your comments that a short spell in jail is your only option." "Virtually my only option dear." Alice looked horrified at making that error. "Of course Judge Willis. Virtually your only option, hence my submission. I appeal to you to declare the defendant bound over to me for ninety days during which time I shall endeavor to reform him. I live with my father so I'll not be living alone with the defendant and shall have my father's reforming spirit to assist with my cause." "Worried about your level of representation you say. Could it be the defendant is your age, is rather handsome and is obviously intelligent have not have escaped your attention?" Alice smiled sweetly. "Guilty Judge Willis but those qualities have motivated my desire to arrest his senseless derogation. I shall take my role very seriously indeed should you give me the chance and decide to give my client the chance." "Return to your position young lady." Judge Willis bound the defendant over to his attorney Miss Keys on a ninety-day good behavior bond. The judge had the satisfaction of watching the dependant's mouth open in shock and the obviously relief sweep over the faces of his parents. She could be making a mistake but sniffed and thought judges often make mistakes. She rose and went through into her office and completed the paperwork. The court official explained the document to Albert Finnegan Walsh. Finn was to work and live as directed by Miss Alice Keys for ninety days and be of good behavior. Any breach and he could be called back to the court for sentencing. "In your case pal, sentencing could mean from three to ten days' behind bars. Stopping the mayor's wife on the street and asking could she give you a bed for the night was not the smartest thing to do. You scared the crap out of her." "How was I to know she was a VIP? They ought to have a VIP nameplate around their necks." "Women don't modify their behavior for the likes of you pal. The main entrance has closed for the night. Go out the side door along that passage over there," the official pointed. Finn held out his hand to be shaken by his attorney, but she ignored it. "Good work babe. Thanks for pulling the wool over the judge's eyes. Be seeing you." Alice looked him in the eye. "Albert Finnegan Walsh, get into my blue BMW over there. If you dare disobey me or leave my home without permission or stay away longer than the time I have given you to be away you'll be behind bars within twenty-four hours and be left to rot." "You wouldn't pretty one." "I would and I suggest you be careful how you address me otherwise you will be confined to your room for four hours and dinner for you that night will be bread and water." "You wouldn't." "Try me!" Alice stared him down. He muttered, "Well you are pretty and no amount of bullying will change the way I think." Alice turned to hide her blush and he waited with a mocking grin for her to unlock the car. "Want me to drive?" She snapped no but watching the shutters come down on his face thought just because he'd spent a few years without a home wouldn't mean he'd forgotten how to drive. "Well okay, but drive carefully." She handed him the keys and told him to look at her. "Albert Finnegan Walsh, you are my prisoner for ninety days. During that time I'll make a man out of you." Alice received back an indescribable look that left her nonplussed. But as he drove them off she considered the look devoid of surprise was a mix of disbelief, contempt and hope. She could be wrong but that was the best she could do and she'd been trained to read people's expressions and desire for concealment. Alice Keys had lived alone with her father since she was twelve. Her mother Angela had run away with her lover and that was the last time Alice had spoken to her. She knew where she lived and she and her father had seen her when Alice turned seventeen. At that age her father considered her old enough to handle the sighting emotionally. She'd also spent an hour two years ago observing her mother and lover and their son in a restaurant. She'd felt emotion of course. Heaps of it, but similarly when she was seventeen at that earlier sighting had controlled it. After her mother had disappeared her father had hired a private detective to trace Angela and then was just content to know where she was and that she was safe. Angela maintained just the slightest contact with her daughter, sending Alice a present for her July 11 birthday. Over the years the presents had gradually become more expensive and that told Alice more money was probably coming into her mother's home now that her much younger partner was gaining promotion as a business manager. It was eerie for Alice knowing she had a half-brother, aged about ten, and had seen him and yet had not spoken to him. She'd thought of sending him a Christmas present but figured her mother might regard that as an invasion of privacy. Her father Morgan had contact with some women -- Angela had no idea how many -- to take out dining or to functions and probably receiving back what he desired in return. Never had he pushed himself at his daughter, being an honorable man. She occasionally met him at functions when he was with a woman and he would introduce her as his daughter without embarrassment. During her teenage years Alice had received some mothering from the mothers of her girlfriends who apparently found her very likable. Her father's lone wolf attitude towards women had rubbed off on Alice because rarely did she go around with a guy for longer than four weeks -- two weeks to get to know him, two weeks going to bed with him and then she'd find a reason to move on. She knew she never planned that to happen. It just become habitual and she saw no reason to change it. But in court that very afternoon she felt when meeting the client her father had handed on to her because of conflicting appointments she was at last looking at Mr Right. She had no idea why she thought that and would do nothing about it. The guy was a jerk. But then in the courtroom when seeing his parents looking so distraught her mind changed and she became proactive. The guy was now technically her prisoner. * * * "Great car to handle." "Thank you Finn. Thank you for driving carefully. Being an attorney I am obliged to keep within the law." "I assumed that. Do you live in an apartment or a house?" "A house, why?" "I'd feel imprisoned in an apartment, probably inside alone all day and forbidden to go out." "I'll not make a man out of you if I left you feeling you were imprisoned, physically and emotionally. When I am at the office you will be free to run circuits of the big park near us, to go to the mall and I'll pay a quarterly gym membership for you; it is a classy one with an all-year swimming pool attached. Either running or at the mixed gym you'll have the chance to make contact with females. What you do with those contacts is your business providing anything you do takes place during my office hours." "Why would I want another woman when I have you?" "Finn, please. I'm off bounds." Alice felt her heart rate jump but there was more to come. "How on earth can you make a man out of me if you are not to have at least deep emotional contact with me? Come on, answer that?" "I-I'll answer." "When?" "Um, eventually." Finn shook his head and stared ahead. "Anyway it doesn't matter what kind of program you have in your head. Providing I maintain good behavior for ninety days I'm out of your clutches and the clutches of the court system." "Yes you are. But please Finn, if I begin to try give me a chance." "Alice...I suppose I may call you that?" "Yes of course." "Alice, you are at liberty to try anything with me. Perhaps I should point out I haven't had sex for almost three weeks." "W-watch the traffic and m-make a right turn up ahead Finn," Alice practically panted and felt the need to press her thighs together. "May I work on your garden as I won't want to be at the gym or running around the park all day." "Yes of course. The lawns are cut commercially but nothing has been done to the gardens since mom walked out on dad." "Oh, sorry to hear that. When did that occur?" "Fourteen years ago when I was fourteen." "So you're twenty-eight, have auburn hair that I like, have a great figure and will have a clever mind. Is this project designed to turn me into becoming your lover?" The way he'd begun that spiel had given Alice time to brace herself. She snorted, "You have to be kidding. There's your gym ahead on your left." "Oh great, looks impressive." "It is inside as well and equipment maintained to the highest standards. We can go down one evening. I have a card to admit a visitor for one session. I have your carry bag you brought into my office in the trunk. Where are your other personnel affects?" "That's all I have. You can't bum around with suitcases of stuff." "But where are all your childhood possessions and from your teenage years?" "Dad will have burnt them. I knocked him down three years ago when he belted mom, making her cry and she was bleeding from the mouth. They threw me out of the house. My two sisters and brother wouldn't give me a bed for the night because dad had called them saying I was murderously aggressive, so I began the life I'd often thought about -- just bumming around with no responsibilities." "How did you earn money to survive?" "I'd set up with a drawing board and invite people to be sketched for ten bucks taking ten minutes. Not everyone accepted such an offer -- very few people actually -- but usually within four hours I'd have more money than I needed. When you bum around you can get knocked over the head and rolled if it becomes known you carry a lot of money. Up to eighty bucks is fairly safe but there are people out there who'd do you for a dollar, given the chance. The secret is to try to sleep where you can't be found. I've become expert at picking locks." "Please Finn, don't tell me any more. Confessing crimes to me could land you in trouble." "Once inside I'd act like the unofficial watchman. I reported two burglaries when being unofficial watchman and arrests were made." "Finn, I'll ask dad to give you five hundred bucks to fund your garden work -- okay?" "No, someone could bump me on the head for that kind of money. Could he set up a tab for me at a gardening supplies barn close by? Do you guys have a bicycle?" "Yes dad used to bike with me but not anyone. I'll take it in and get new tires and tubes for you. What about a carrier for parcels?" "Yeah, great idea. If you guys have a workshop I'll fit a box to the carrier." "Yes, we have a workshop. But dad doesn't use it anymore." "What, has he stopped living?" Finn joked and was mortified when Alice sniffed and said, "Yes, since fourteen years ago apart from his work and limited social life." Morgan Keys arrived home just after 7:00 and Alice sat in his car in the garage to explain what had happened. "You have been trained not to become involved with your clients," he frowned and frowned even deeper when told, "But he's your client; his parents engaged you." "This could become very messy, very messy indeed. Where is he sleeping?" "In the guest wing." "Thank Christ for that." "Daddy!" "Okay, I'm sorry for thinking your enthusiasm to reform the reprobate had sexual connotations." "Well not yet but don't count it out." Morgan grinned and ruffled her short hair. "Well get the uncouth and anti-social defiance out of him and I won't mind you shifting into the guest suite with him. But not before, do you understand?" "Yes daddy. The men met in the family room for pre-dinner drinks. Alice made the introductions and crossed her fingers behind her back. "Well you don't look half bad for a homeless man," said her father. "Almost average for our affluent neighborhood of Grange." To Alice's dismay Finn bent almost double to perform perhaps like an orangutan, going "Ooooh-uuuugh-ooooh-tunagalagalug." Her father laughed and said humor too. "Welcome to our home," Morgan said and pulled his hand away as Finn went to lick it. "Thank you sir. You have a fine home but a lousy garden. Your lovely daughter told me the garden has gone down hill since your wife walked out on your fourteen years ago." Alice caught her breath and as her father glanced at her she studied the ceiling, almost choking. "You seem remarkably well informed Finn. Is it fourteen years?" "Alice is twenty-eight and she said it occurred when she was fourteen so you won't require a calculator. In case you're thinking she spoke to me out of turn I interrogated her because I wished to know about the environment into which I am being dumped and of its people. She indicated you work long hours, you two live comfortably together which is probably why she hasn't left home, you don't attend to the garden and don't ride your bike anyone so it's been given to me to ride while I'm here and you have a pathetic social life. Perhaps we two might succeed in pulling your out of your lethargy. You appear to work out at the gym. She didn't tell me that. It suggests you do have one or two lady friends to impress." Morgan took the whisky Alice had poured and said, "Now look here young man. My private life is my business." "Well how private is private? Just speculating you might have a couple of women on tap scarcely constitutes an invasion of privacy. I noticed you didn't thank Alice for your drink." "Thank you Alice and you sir, with you around here I'd expect we are unlikely to be in for dull times. I have five women I date from time to five, not that it's any of your business." "Five?" Alice said in surprise. "Yes dear. Any fewer and they could become possessive. With five, whenever I call, the chosen lady is just grateful that I have called and being possessive just doesn't feature in her behavior pattern as it might if there were closer fraternity." "You sly dog," Finn laughed and told Alice who was waiting to take his drink order that tap water, no ice, would be fine. "I don't mind paying for your alcohol if you'll be working on the garden," said Morgan. "And the house -- the exterior shows neglect and the kitchen needs renovating...the bathrooms are outdated and..." "Whoa young man," Morgan laughed. "Let's see how you go on the garden first." Later than evening Morgan was reading a law journal in the TV room and Alice worked on a brief. Finn had watched a football game using earphones. "Well I'm off to bed," he accounted. "Goodnight Finn," Morgan said. "It has been most interesting meeting you." "Yes, goodnight Finn." Finn looked at Alice and said, "You'll have a hard job reforming me. I'll help pave the way by asking you to stand up and kiss me goodnight." Alice didn't look at her father. She stood up and offered a cheek. Finn cupped the far side of her jaw to swing her head his way and kissed her full on the lips. Wide eyed, Alice watched him leave the room and gave her father a rude sign when he cackled and whispered, "Who's being reformed?" Next morning Alice in her dressing gown was making coffee when Finn came in and slapped her butt. A coffee mug in her hand went flying and Finn leapt low and caught it. "You fool," she snapped. "That's dad's favorite coffee mug -- mom brought it for him when they were on vacation." "It's only china." "That's just the kind of response I'd expect from you." Alice had to reach up to take the coffee mug from him because he held it up high, teasing her. No, it wasn't teasing. As she grabbed the mug he pulled her gown open and said approvingly, "Oh, great pair." He caught the dropped mug as Alice roared and cracked his face a real beauty, half stunning him. She looked to the ground for the pieces of mug and then looked up to find the mug safely in his hand. He was touching the new red mark across his cheek and grinning at her. Alice burst into tears and ran from the room. Finn knocked and Morgan said come in dear. Finn said it was Finn and Morgan laughed and said come in dear. Morgan was in his trousers but bare-chested in the bathroom, shaving with a hand razor. He thanked Finn for the coffee and asked what was the commotion in the kitchen. "Please get used to it Morgan. I'm antagonizing your daughter. She had no idea how to handle men, expecting them to kowtow to her as if she was a superior from another planet. After fourteen years she acts as if expecting her mother to walk in at any moment and from what she said I think I know who supports her in that thinking. She almost had a melt down when she told me who gave you this coffee mug and I said it was only a piece of china." "Give her a break Finn, she was only fourteen when it happened." "No, there will be no breaks. She's twenty-eight. Plenty of women her age are already mothers." "You have to understand, we had to cling to something. She was howling night after night when no mother appeared at her bedside to kiss her good night. We clung to my assurance that her mother would be coming back." "And you still give her that assurance." "No, of course not. We haven't spoken about it for at least twelve years." "It's unspoken but the thought lives on Morgan. Why haven't you divorced your wife?" "Finn, this is none of your business. Just leave me to shave, fuck off." "Your 28-year-old is blighted by something that happened fourteen years ago Morgan. Face it, don't be a coward." The hand shaver dropped into the basin and Morgan's head dropped. "Go into my bedroom and have a close look around. She came back for her clothes but left everything else I'd given her over the years." After looking around Finn returned to the bathroom. Morgan had resumed shaving. "It's a fucking senseless shrine. When will Alice be away from home for a couple of nights?" I'll Make a Man Out of You "In three weeks for three nights at a law conference." "Then you know what you'll have to do." "Yes, get rid of everything." "Yes, and when she calms down over that bring one of your women home for dinner. It's not necessary she stay the night." Morgan turned to Finn, his upper body and voice shaking slightly. "I knew I should have talked to someone I could trust about this but it just didn't happen and we carried on with our little act that was nothing more than a charade." "Well it may have served a useful purpose in the interim." Morgan's voice trembled. "I have this feeling you are going to be good for Alice. She's made a habit of gravitating towards weak men who'll never challenge her and at the office everything knows her preference is for female clients. I only dumped you on to her because I thought you'd be weak and it seems so did she." Finn grinned, "So you're not throwing me out or forcing Alice out to take me and live somewhere else?" "Hell no. You're here for ninety days. I'll get you jailed if you move out any sooner." The men grinned at one another like pals and as Finn walked out he thought one down and one to go, the hard one. God, he was loving this. For once there was some purpose in what he was doing. As he emerged from Morgan's bedroom suite Alice came out of hers, dressed and carrying her satchel. "Off to the office?" "Yes." "A kiss?" "No." "Oh come on Alice. I riled you and you whacked me. Doesn't that make us quits?" "I'm ashamed I hit you. I've trained myself never to lift a finger in anger and believed I was invincible." "Alice, as a homeless man I can tell you I've learned the truth about invincibility. It's like anything you can't have; effectively it doesn't exist." She asked what was that supposed to mean and he told her to figure it out. Finn took her around the waist to kiss her but felt the rigidity. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing but as he pushed her away he saw pain. Oh shit, wrong move; he shouldn't have done that. "Alice that was the hardest whack I've even taken from a woman. Also think about that. Be proud of it." "No." "Good girl, I wouldn't be proud of hitting anyone unless they were a threat to me or had to be stopped." He now saw confusion in her eyes and stood aside to allow her to pass. She went by and after four paces returned and said, "Let me kiss you. This had become all too much about me; I'd forgotten me mission. Don't tongue me Finn." Finn received one of the sweetest kisses he'd ever experienced, ever. "God." "Have a nice day Finn," she said, smiling thinly. He watched her slightly swinging ass move farther and farther away from him and experienced the carnal thoughts that go with such a display for a guy with his heart in the right place. More progress had to be made before that could happen," he smiled. Thinly. Just before 7:00 Morgan and Alice drove into the garage almost together. They went into the house and didn't find Finn. Morgan called from the family room, "Come and have a look at this Alice." She entered and saw her father was looking at devastation in the garden that framed the view from that room. "Oh God, he's run amok," she practically screamed. "No look, see how the shrubs have been removed and are neatly stacked up with their roots bound in sacking and they've had water sprayed over them. And see how the garden has been built up to make three levels? He's put in posts and retaining boards at random angles to provide a less formal look. Finn must have been working all day at a fast clip to do this." "I see what you mean. He must have used his own money, the little he has, to purchase the post and rails and have them delivered. Oh the darling boy, I must get your to set up an account for him at the garden supply barn. I suppose he's in the bath. Oh god, what am I thinking?" Morgan pursed his lips. "Well take coffee and knock at the door and ask may you enter. From what I've gathered I don't think he's shy." Two minutes later Alice appeared in the kitchen highly flushed. She poured a coffee for herself and said, almost whispering, "Dad, he's told me to grab and coffee and jump into the bath with him. I said no and he said how am I going to experience erotic adventure in life if I don't take chances. I don't think he's thinking about doing it, but one will never know with him. Anyway, I'm taking the chance and I know how to say no." Morgan looked over the newspaper. "I thought he might ask you to get in with him. He's the sort of guy who likes giving a lady very pink cheeks." "Dad, you don't know what you're talking about. Dinner will be late." "Take your time. We'll eat out tonight. It's time we showed him off." "Oh daddy, thank you," Alice said, kissing him. "You normally don't want to eat out." "The guy is attempting to stimulate me as well darling. Go have your bath." CHAPTER 2 Alice had to fight displaying excitement. She entered the bathroom after knocking and put her coffee down on the chair beside his. "I'll be back in a minute after undressing." "Undress here." "Um, I need to use the toilet." He grinned and pointing said, "That's a toilet." She looked at the bowl and looked as the low rays of the sun shining through the window and then looked at him, having thought of something. "But I really don't know you very well." "Well use the John and then undress slowly, giving me a real show and I'll know you much better and quite intimately." "Oh god." "No I'm Finn." She backed up to the bowl and pulled down her panties from the rear and looked at him grinning and he grinned back as they heard the tinkle. She wiped and then shuffled forward with her panties around her ankles and began removing her jacket. Alice said, "This is embarrassing." "I certainly hope so. I'd hate to find you didn't have clusters of emotional feelings at multiple depths." "What?" she asked, dropping the jacket on the floor. "I want you to feel shy, to blush, to exhibit passion of different levels." "Are you intending to have sexual intercourse with me?" "Not this evening unless you scream for it." Alice frowned, after removing her top. "I don't know what I'm doing here?" Finn smiled and said mysteriously, "I'd hope improving your knowledge about yourself." "Don't you mean to allow you to feast your eyes on me if I'm up to scratch?" "You'll be up to scratch. I've had oodles of time watching your body move under your clothes." "I'm not sure I like the thought of that?" "Your attitudes toward what I think of you will change in due course." "Oh yeah? That's what you think." "Yes, definitely." "What does that mean?" "I'm taking you down a road that will lead to your learning more about your inner self." "You do want to fuck me. This is all a deceptive guy's thing to arouse me and make me yield." "Unless you scream for it I'll not fuck you tonight." "Why not?" "Because I only want to possess you when you are ready to want that to happen." "Well it could happen sometime, you are not exactly physically repulsive to me." "Come on, get those tits out." "You wanted it done slowly and you've slowed me down talking to me." She finally got the job done. "Oooh. They are real beauties. You are a very lucky girl." Her face now the color of raw beetroot, Alice dropped her skirt. "Well?" "Seen one, seen them all." "Liar." Finn grinned, Alice grinned and began climbing into the bath. "Do my legs go inside or on the outside of yours?" "Inside in case you have the desire to foot masturbate me." Alice began sliding down and attempted to get her feet on the outside of his legs but he grabbed her feet and steered them in between his legs. She got caught out because she was staring at his erection, which had popped up out of the water when he'd let go of it. "What now?" she asked. "Tell me about your day." Alice couldn't believe it. She wanted the guy up her and here he was asking her about her day. She asked if he could wash his erection. "Yes." "So I'm allowed to do that?" "Yes, providing you really want to do it?" "I think I do." "Well that's not good enough. Out you get and I'll dry you." Alice asked nervously, "You want to touch me?" "Isn't that what drying is?" He toweled her breasts and they watched the breasts and nipples firm. "God this is so much more sexier than when I do it trying to get myself away." "Get yourself away?" "Oh god, what am I saying." "Talking to me intimately I'd say." "Don' you dare touch my pussy," she whispered. "If you did I think I'd burst." He dropped to his knees. "What are you doing?" "Having a good look at your pussy. I think it is beautiful." Without thinking Finn touched it and she came over his hand. "Wow." "I'm sorry." "It's all right, you did warn me. Here lick my fingers." Finn left the bathroom with a massive boner. He'd urged her to suck it dry but she'd refused, saying they were going too fast, too far. "Go get ready for dinner. Dad is taking us out." Something had changed between them, and all three knew it. After a couple of drinks Morgan said, "What happened in the bathroom? You two are looking at one another like lambs." "We just touched daddy, that's all. I don't want to take it too fast and Finn wants it that way as well." "A guy wants to take it slowly? I find that difficult to accept." "It's true Morgan. My feeling is Alice has to be unwound before she's ready to be really wound up." "Oh, yeah, another wine young man?" "No, I prefer to take it quietly thank you. It's almost four years since I've consumed much booze. When you're homeless it is easy to succumb, to drown your sorrows I mean. So I resisted. I was aware if I kept my resolve I'd find my future." On the way home Morgan said, "Alice is going to a convention soon. It will be three nights away. She is entitled to take an accompanying person." "You mean I'd be sleeping in her bed." Morgan laughed. "What you can bath together but you can't sleep together? Am I hearing right?" "Correctly rather than right is the appropriate word daddy." Finn turned to look at Alice in the back seat. "Do you want me to accompany you?" "Yes, I'd love that. If you don't want to sleep with me there will be another bed in the room or if not there will be a day bed." "Okay Morgan, I accept your kind invitation. I'll have the garden finished by then." "How did you pay for the timber?" "I charged it up to you. Mrs Harris the accountant questioned me and my answers to her questions seemed to convince her I was staying in your home." Morgan asked in surprise, "Wendy Harris?" "Yes, she's one of the five mystery women isn't she?" The car served but Morgan had it under control quickly. "Oh daddy. She's lovely." Morgan went to his study to do some work. Alice yawned and Finn said, "I'm plunging ahead with you far faster that I'd intended Alice. You needed to be given a few slow manipulations to adjust you to the normal way people of our age handle relationships with the opposite sex." "I have no idea what are you talking about. Could you explain more clearly?" Finn decided he was digging a hole for himself. If Alice wasn't aware she'd grown up slightly off-center over relationships with males, possibly because she didn't listen to her peers and was without a confiding mother, then why should he be the one to identify her problem for her. He blurted: "It's your shyness with males." "Me shy?" she answered appearing to be bewildered. Fuck thought Finn. She was digging him deeper. Then he remembered something her father had said about weak guys as boyfriends. If he said that she'd slip into denial and be offended but he could twist that slightly to draw out an admission. "Okay Alice, name me just one hard-ass boyfriend you've associated with since you were, say, eighteen?" "What is this? A probe into my private past?" "I was wondering if you steer clear of confident guys with passion because you are shy of men?" "You're too difficult to comprehend. I bet you don't know what are you saying yourself. I'm off to bed." "Okay, a kiss please." "Get lost!" Finn was left with the feeling he'd been rolled. Little wonder she was a fucking attorney. How could a guy talk to a woman who was in denial she had a problem with men without making matters worse?" He grinned and whispered, "I'll go to the law convention and make a women out to you Alice Keys." Alice was in a black mood next morning and even snapped at her father. She went off without breakfast and Morgan grinned: "Perhaps mixed bathing doesn't suit my daughter's temperament?" "It's okay, I know how to fix it," Finn said. "Oh yeah." "Yeah, it's quite easy really." Morgan almost slurped his coffee. "I wonder how many guys have carried that mistaken assumption about women?" "You stroke their vanity." Morgan began to cackle but then stopped. "What? "You hit the center of their vulnerability." "Their vanity. Jesus you might be on the right track." Just after 9:00 two men arrived in a pickup with the twenty bags of soil-compost mix Finn had ordered the previous day. The driver Phil said, "There is a shortage of bags. We'll spread this under your direction if we can take the bags away with us." They were burly men and carried two bags at a time compared with Finn's one and twenty minutes later it was all done. Phil looked at the bagged shrubs and drew out his pocket knife. "Show Joe where to dig the holes and you tramp into these plants as I toss them in the holes. Twenty minutes later they were all done. Finn offered coffee but they said they were due back at the barn. They took all the sacking pieces and cut twine with them. "I can't believe this," Finn said. "Oh Mrs Sexy said to be extra cooperative with you." "Mrs Sexy?" "Wendy Harris." "Oh, well thank you and please tell us we at the House of Keys are most grateful." Finn showered and biked to the mall where he purchased a stack of drawing paper including some A3 sheets and a full range of pencils. He'd noticed an obviously fairly recent formal photograph of Alice on the far wall in Morgan's study. He worked all the remainder of the day, barely without of break. At 6:00 he left a note saying he'd gone to run a few circuits of the park. To his delight Finn found the park was large and he found the start of an eight-mile circuit. Two other guys arrived just as he was about to take off and asked if they could join him. In one day Finn marveled, he'd made casual friendships with Phil and Joe who told him the bar they drank at after work and told him to feel free to join them. Now he had Anthony and Ash who told him they ran the circuit at that time every week night and they should team up more often. * * * "Dad, dad oh god dad, come quickly." Morgan ran, thinking Alice must have had a fall or cut herself. He found her in the bathroom, staring transfixed at a wall. He stared as said, "Ohmigod. It is you, with just the subtlest of changes. He's made you radiantly beautiful." "He can draw, can't he daddy. I mean really draw?" "Yes dear, for a half day's work perhaps less he has been wonderfully creative. Any woman would love to have a colored sketch of herself like this." "I love it daddy, really love it. Oh isn't he just the most wonderful boy. Oh where is he? Oh god, he may have absconded." "What, and professionally embarrass you? He's not that sort of guy Alice and you need understand that." Only then did Morgan remember what Alice had said to him about flattery. He took Alice by the hand and led her out, saying, "Your wonderful boy must have worked like a Trojan all morning. Look at this." They looked at the finished shape of the remodeled garden. "Oh daddy, next year it will look absolutely beautiful with more plantings filling in the gaps." "He'll do that now, adding ground cover as well and later bulbs for next spring." Alice left her father with a whisky, looking out at the garden. "Why don't you ask him to install lighting? I bet he knows how to do that." "Good idea." "I'm off to prepare dinner." Alice found his note about running in the park and smiled. When Finn arrived she was all over him about the drawing and the garden and told him to shower while she ran a bath for him. She said cutely, "I'd like to bath with you most nights." "Okay." She moved in close and kissing him whispered, "When can we have sex?" He disappointed her as she'd thought he'd say after dinner. But with a quick flip her disappointment was behind her when he said, "As soon as we arrive at our hotel for the convention. What a way to start three hot nights." "Ooooh. I might not be able to wait that long but it sounds fabulous." Finn thought she might have difficulty waiting that long because in the bath she became highly excited with the skin touching and she finally could hold out no longer and jerked him off with her feet. She was crimson and panting after seeing his cum arc down the bath and splatter in the water, some reaching her belly. "I've never done that before," she giggled. "I like doing it." Finn pulled himself up after they washed up and then pulled her to her feet. Three rubs over her vulva and two little circles around her aroused clit and he had her gush over her hand. He licked his fingers and she was pushing at him trying to get the two wet fingers he'd saved for her. Finn found Morgan was still having a nap so sat near him and ten minutes later Morgan awoke. "You are going a great job out there. Marvelous progress today." Finn told him how the men had helped him and on whose instructions they had been acting. "Well, the first Saturday night after the convention I'll invite widow Harris around. I had been trying to figure who to invite. Actually I think she might be Alice's choice although she'd not top babe in bed." "At your age should that be the prime consideration?" "Grab another whisky for me son," Morgan grinned. "Then sit back here and tell me about lighting this masterpiece of yours." Finn was almost to the kitchen when he realized Morgan had called him son. Holy cow! Alice was chopping something at one of the benches and Finn gave her butt a friendly pat and it wriggled under his hand. He was so overcome he wanted to say her father had just called him son but then recalled some people used that word just as an endearment. Her hard-bitten father would scarcely call him the other type of son with a capital 'S'. Also Morgan had met Finn's biological father when hiring Morgan to represent his son to keep him from jail if that were possible. "Want a wine?" "Yes please," Alice said. "Take it through and I'll join you guys in a few minutes. Is it all right if I invite a couple of my girlfriends to view my treasure?" Finn figured she wouldn't be possessive about the garden. "Yeah, fine. It's yours." "What if anyone wants you to draw them?" "My fee is a simple structure, worked out when I was sleeping under the stars on my first year adrift -- one dollar per minute. That's why I set the price for rough sketches at ten bucks and took ten minutes. So any client has to figure it out, the higher the price the better the image. I spent six hours on your drawing because you deserved to look good. But a drawing as opposed to a quick sketch to queenly quality would cost perhaps three and a half thousand bucks. Skill allows me to quickly get a face anatomically correct but time is taken for finesse -- for example, getting the eyes set correctly, to portray expression with light reflecting in the eyes and taking great care to achieve dynamic interactions to capture personality and expression. Then think about the bucket approach to sketching hair or to artistically render hair right down to capturing its wispiness." I'll Make a Man Out of You "Oh yes, I get the picture," Alice laughed. "It's definitely not like painting a house is it? I like most of my friends was next to useless drawing at school. We lacked the gift and aptitude." When sitting with their drinks Morgan said, "The longer you stay with us Finn the more of our friends will meet you and questions will be asked about you. Also Alice and I have spoken about what put you off the rails. Would you care to enlighten us? In comparison with you we have lived rather drab and predictable lives." "I was living back home after graduation, my planned future in tatters," Finn began. "Alice you might have seen a young woman leave the courtroom in tears when the judge was ripping into me. She is now Mrs Sylvia Clarkson. We lived together in our final year at art school and were to marry but I found her one day in the arms of Ray Clarkson and that was the end of us. It had been planned that I would work for her father in book cover design but when he learned of our breakup he wrote me a Dear John letter, terminating my dream of a great start to my commercial career." "Within a week of living back home I came home one evening after pavement pounding all day seeking to be hired in a position to provide a pathway to commercial success when I came across my father bullying my mother over something. I had known he occasionally hit her but it always had happened out of my sight. This time I saw two welts across her face. He turned, saw me and then brutally slapped my mother across her mouth, drawing blood. I leapt at him and caught him on the chin with a short right jab and he fell like a stone. My mother brushed me aside screaming you've killed him, you've skilled him. I went upstairs after seeing his eyes flutter and had a shower. When I came downstairs they were waiting for me and told me I had five minutes to get out and leave home for good. So I packed and went. Dad called my brother and two sisters so I found I had no bed for the night at their homes. I slept that night in an abandoned car and in the morning awoke uncomfortable, tired and cold feeling abandoned and so I decided people could go and get fucked, that I would take a year off wandering around to find myself and then to find a job. I timed my re-entry into the business world during an economic downturn so sighed and went back to my reasonably comfortable existence of bumming around. In time I made friends including women friends so kidded myself I had everything I wanted, but the occasional arrest and being near frozen during deep winter were useful remainders that it was not as comfortable existence as I kidded myself it was. In heading back to court I met Alice and here I am. End of story except to say I except I'll leave here feeling stronger, properly focused again and ready to find my future." "Very interesting young man," Morgan said. "I imagine one day you'll look back on that experience not with regret but in wonder. The experience has probably strengthened your character. Judge Willis told me over lunch the other day that she gave it to you both barrels and it astonished her you showed no sign of buckling under her onslaught. She said you obviously have qualities within you not outwardly evident." "Well I'm glad Finn's father came to you daddy seeking representation for his son," Alice said, dabbing her eyes. "I realize he was seeking to avoid the family name being tarnished by a conviction leading to imprisonment rather than offering a helping hand to his youngest child. I'm sure if he'd gone to any other legal firm but to you the outcome we have here would not have occurred. No way." "I'd go alone with that, Morgan said. Finn said, "Me too." Alice left to answer the doorbell and the inane excited sounds of women greeting drifted into the men, who grinned. "They've probably all seen each other during the past few days," Morgan said. "You'd think the callers have just arrived back from an interplanetary mission." "It's one of the beautiful thing about women, their spontaneity when woman to woman." Morgan thought about that. "Beautiful?" By god you are probably spot on about that." Twelve women visited. Finn received three commissions and another three said they'd think about it. A further visitor called back half an hour later after she'd left to ask Morgan if he did full length nude drawings. He said yes and she said her husband said she could spend $4000 on it. "Can you do it this weekend -- Paul's birthday is next Tuesday." Finn checked with Alice and she said yes, she could be away all weekend. He grinned and said he'd like her to be around as his chaperone. She appeared to like that sentiment and asked which of her friends was it. "Sharon but I can't place her." "The tall brunette with the full figure you kept glancing at with lustful stares." "Are you sure?" "Well glances anyway. Yes you may very well need protection from her." Sharon agreed 10:30 was a good starting time. "What should I dress in?" "Suit yourself; it will be all coming off." "Ooooh," she panted, leaving Finn wondering whether he should have asked Morgan and Alice to be away for a few hours during the weekend. Sharon called next day. "I'm calling to discuss my vulva." "You've dragged me in from gardening to discuss that?" "Well I thought you would be interested." "I am, it's a wonderful diversion from gardening." "I hope you clean under your nails before touching Alice." "Why would I be touching Alice?" "Well I thought, I mean we all thought, well you know?" "No I don't but never mind. This conversation is about your vulva. Please continue." "Well, I'm rather hairy down there." "Bold and wiry, massive in acreage or compact, soft and wispy?" "Er the nearest to those descriptions would be soft and wispy." "Excellent." "But I was wondering whether you wanted me to shave, er, to look modern?" "A bald cunt is about as interesting as a baby's bottom Sharon." "Oh god, you feel you know me well enough to use that word." "It's only a word Sharon so don't get your knickers in a knot. Since we are chatting, may I ask when without a bra do your tits droop much?" "My tits?" "Yes, those two..." "You mean my breasts?" "Yes, that's one word for them." "Women have breasts; cows have tits." "So I've heard people say Sharon. Like me, you are free to use any word you like. Well is that all before I go back to get dirt under my fingernails and think about tits and touching Alice." "Oh Finn, please. Don't begin touching Alice just because I mentioned it, thinking you were." "Oh all right." "Guys have the need to touch someone. Perhaps I'll have to be the one if there's no one else?" "What, you want me to fuck you?" "Finn! For heaven's sake." "Oh, sorry. You're not interested? I'll withdraw that remark," said Finn, mindful they'd vaulted over the droop question and that suggestion there was droop and that pleased him. "Finn, please. I didn't say I wasn't interested; you made that comment. I could be interested." "But you're married?" "Yes, is that a problem?" "It could be to your husband?" "Oh." "Look Sharon. Let's do it this way: If Morgan and Alice leave the house over the weekend when you're here I'll fuck you, providing that's what you want." "Oh Finn." "But if we do that it would mean I had could never associate with you again as I'd have breached Alice's trust in me, so I wouldn't want to be around you and be reminded I'd committed adultery with you. It also means that I could never draw your husband's erection for your next birthday present." "Paul's penis, you mean you'd draw it for me?" "If that's what you and Paul want. Obviously Paul would have to be in on this." "Oooh...how big would the drawing be?" * * * Alice arrived home on Friday afternoon with a wheel-away drawing table and comfortable chair with a feet rest ring as presents for Finn 'for being a good boy." She then took him to a bar where they met many of her work colleagues. No mention was made, within Finn's hearing, of him being an ex street bum or the more couth description of being a former homeless man. Finn enjoyed it, knowing Alice was showing him off. He was on his best behavior and from her radiant glances he knew she appreciated that. Time and time again old farts and manly looking female seniors asked, "Are you?" One of his replies was, "Oh no, it's far too intellectual for me; I'm into horticulture." Next morning Alice called Finn to the door. Sharon had arrived. Her ample chest was heaving in her nervousness. "Come through with us Alice and assist Sharon undress. It may help her to relax. The women hugged, Alice now also nervous. The nervousness increased as in the family room Finn said sagely, "Sharon, I'll be looking at your body as no other person has ever looked at it." "Oh god," Sharon moaned. "But I want you to think that you have two tits, a belly, a cunt and thighs just like any other women and I've been scores of them in the artistic environment." Hearing the C-word shocked Alice, judging by the width of her eyes, but it seemed to be relaxing Sharon. "Okay, get her undressed Alice and don't worry if your hands touch her breasts. I want the nipples erect. Remember both of you this is an artistic environment." "Didn't he say cunt beautifully," Finn heard Sharon whisper, and he smiled, knowing Sharon's femininity was beginning to smother her nervousness. "Oh your unsupported breasts flop." "Is that good?" "Yes Sharon. Young women seem to want them to jut straight out but to the artist wanting to render body shape accurately, how boring and actually how difficult. Drooping tits provide form, creating shadow and shape to bounce light. It's all to do with perception being met and the display of character." "You make my body sound so interesting." "Yes Sharon and you know what, this is perhaps the most perfect time in your life for me to be drawing you. I feel you are at the peak of your womanhood and may it maintain that elevation for a long time." Sharon beamed and beamed more when Alice said, "I've seen you nude before but what Finn is saying is true...I now realizing I'm looking at the most perfect figure of a woman I've ever seen in the flesh." "You two are so kind," Sharon said, flushing. Late Sunday a tired Sharon went home proudly with her drawing, yet to be framed to hang in the master bedroom. She was so happy, Finn had $4000 in his hand and Alice was kissing Finn and saying it was brilliant how well he'd portrayed Sharon and how masterfully he'd handled her. "I bet right now she's in love with you." "Yeah, but it will pass. If you and your father hadn't been in the house she may have asked me to fuck her." "Well had you thought that why didn't you suggest dad take me off somewhere?" "Because the woman I want to fuck is you." "Ooooh. I'm off to run a bath." CHAPTER 3 Fortunately it was only a three-hour flight to the convention city. Alice had dozed during the flight, much to her surprise, because she really was on edge. For some weeks she'd been having a teasing affair with Finn and twice had come within an ace of him sticking it into her. She'd been dripping, heated and willing and had to admire the toughness of the guy in pulling away, the guy who'd stupidly said they should not do it until they arrived at the convention hotel. As the aircraft touched down Alice let go of Finn's hand and brushed her hair and then looked at her make-up and found it was okay. Gosh these new lip coatings worked a treat. She wondered if Finn would throw her on to the carpet in front of the reception desk and...well whatever. She was only torturing herself thinking like this. She'd known from the comment her father had called her into his office and explained who the client was that Finn was all wrong to be a homeless man, at least in her judgment and she rather fancied her judgment. Only occasionally, extremely rarely, did Alice look at a guy and know he only had to rub and hand over her hip and... She'd looked at Finn for the first time and thought she'd be comfortable about him fucking her. Fucking? Alice wondered what was wrong with her usual word -- seduce. Just because he lived on the street did it mean the raw word fuck was more appropriate? It probably did. So she took a carnal interest in him from the outset, not that she'd ever admit that, even to Finn. In the courtroom that deepened to become a proprietary interest that she reacted swiftly when she saw the moment. She'd know she had an edge, long suspecting that the relationship between Judge Willis and her father went as far as the bedroom. Her father's legal associate had already gathered five character endorsements that included words or phrases such as 'reliable', 'unbelievably talented', 'perhaps lazy but never academically lazy', 'immoral', 'emotionally unattached', "hospitable' and 'you don't get what you see; his passions run deeply." The phrase that did it for Alice was, 'emotionally unattached'. She'd long considered she was emotionally unattached but had never had anyone use that expression about themselves and why would they? But as she read phrase that in court, waiting for Finn's case to be called, she'd thought it was the first time she'd come face-to-face with someone who allegedly was just like her -- emotionally unattached. It didn't surprise her that the thought, "I'd like to take this guy home and find what makes him tick' popped into her mind and while Judge Willis was tongue-lashing him she'd pushed her thinking up a couple of notches and devised the submission pleading for Finn to be bound over to her. One third of his time with her had gone and it had taken that full month before he was about to fuck...er seduce...her. Oh well, not everything ran to plan. Alice lay on her back on the bed as Finn pulled off her skirt and panties, hearing sounds coming from her mouth that she was horrified to think sounded like the gurgles babies made. She kept relaxed because Finn was grinning at her; if it didn't like it he'd be frowning. She played with her breast and felt them tighten and the nipples harden even a bit more. He undressed. She worried what the hell was he doing taking so long? He crawled over her and said there appeared no need for preamble because she was dripping. How fucking right he was about that. She grabbed him and thrust her tongue into his mouth and pulled away quickly and shouted, "Push it in; I've been waiting weeks." He pulled up on to his knees and she saw the bulbous head of his cock pushing out ahead of his hand. It looked red, ugly, wet and ready to go. She closed her eyes, feeling the heat racing through her and as she felt the thick mass push into her pussy her whole body shook as she gushed. "Wow, hope you have more from where that came from," he laughed. Alice opened her eyes and saw his beautiful smile amid a hawkish look. "Just get on with it," she growled. She felt him glide in through the jaws of her cunt until his groin slammed into hers. "All in and all's well," he shouted triumphantly. She'd not expected to feel his cock outlined in her channel but did get the full feeling to enjoy and as he began stroking in and out she received pleasurable signals and settled down to enjoy the ride. Oh how she loved feeling a cock inside her; it told her she had a man willing to be that intimate with her and with luck he'd enjoy pleasuring her as much or almost as much as he received in being pleasured. "It's such a pleasure having you inside me," she grunted, moving her ass to drive some friction back on him. "It's a really great pleasure being in there. You have such a lovely cunt." It was too much. Alice began cumming again. She squeezed and he shouted, "Oh crap, I'm coming already. Sorry." "Oh you good boy," she said, stroking his hair from his eyes. He'd not had time to work up a sweat. "Can you cum again?" He nodded, panting. "Well then, what are you worried about? I can cum just riding my bike." The next day while at a luncheon for the accompanying persons of delegates, Finn took a call on the new phone Alice had given him. "How did you get my number?" he asked Sharon. "Alice gave your number of all of your clients." "My clients?" "Yes your clients, all her friends you have done drawings for. The idea is to ensure you get referral business." "Oh, good idea. I should have thought of that." "You concentrate on being the artist. Alice and I will operate as your business managers." "Oh yeah," Finn laughed. "Did you and Alice do it last night? She was so excited. I thought you'd have popped her long before this." "Yes we did, it was simply beautiful. I don't mind telling you that but don't want you telling anyone else, not even Alice. "Oooh, getting intimate with me are you?" "Yeah, you have a nice looking cunt but that's not it. You have rather appealing character and one of the brightest personalities I've come across for quite some time." "Oooh. I suppose I'm not to tell Alice that." "Tell her what you like, other than any personal thing I tell you about Alice and me." "I won't tell her." "Good." "Oh, before I go Finn there is a business matter I need to discuss. Your drawing of me blew my father away. So I put a proposal to him and he accepted. He's chairman of A. H. Engineering International and a board of thirteen directors governs it. "I've told him you'll do thirteen thumbnail sketches of each director from last year's photographs for this year's annual report for $7800 and he's called back saying the deal is accepted provided you do the sketches in sepia tones and A4 size so he can keep his and present the others to each director. What is your response?" "Hell yes, I accept." " I'll need to attach your business card to everything. I imagine some of the wives will want sketches done of them for their hallway family photo gallery or whatever. I'll get details from you when you return and will get cards printed." "Well, I don't know what to say." "Thank you would be nice." "Thank you, and I mean it. Um Sharon, this could sound mean but if you want to go to bed with me I will but only if you get Alice to join us." "Well thank you. Consider it will be arranged shortly. I already have Alice's agreement and it was left to me to suggest such an arrangement to you if I could find the appropriate occasion. I guess you found it for me." "Are we becoming pals Sharon?" "Oooh yes and you'll like Paul but for goodness sake don't mention group sex to him. He's like most other people who think sex is something belonging exclusively to each married couple." "The idea of shafting you appeals to me Sharon." "Oooh. Alice did say to me we ought to team remarkably well. I take a long time getting it off." Finn sent Sharon into shrieking laughter. All he said was, "Oooh." THE END