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Induction of Dylan Magee

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

Dylan Magee stood at the doorway looking into her mom's bedroom at the guy with his pants around his ankles who was holding her mom up high as he slowly and rhythmically shafted her.

He's good, thought the 23-year old. And strong too.

The guy who had his back to her had a real mop of dark wavy hair that suggested he would be closer to her age than her mom's age of forty-five. 

Dylan thought lucky mom and wondered what her dad would think is he knew how his wife spent some Fridays when taking the afternoon off from their carpet warehouse business.

Della Magee opened her eyes and lost her serene smile when focusing on her daughter leaning on the doorjamb and watching languorously. Her eyes widened and the mouth opened and formed a very expressive command that Dylan interpreted as 'fuck off'. Dylan obediently continued along the passage to her bedroom, smiling and thinking it wasn't fair her mom got more sex than she did. She lost her smile thinking perhaps most women got more sex than she did.

She undressed, showered, put on jeans and a top and went to the kitchen, glancing into the bedroom and noting the couple was now on the bed in a tangle of limbs performing a sixty-nine. So that was the incentive for her mom to stick to her regime of yoga exercises and being the gym at 7:00 every Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings.

Dylan made a sandwich, poured coffee and sat at the table in the breakfast alcove and waited.

Twenty minutes later the guy wearing only boxers, his hair wet from the shower and with a towel around his neck entered the kitchen and went straight to the fridge.

"Is my mom any good at sex?"

The guy got a hell of a fright and swung round to look at her, eyes bulging.

"Did you see us?"

She lied no and he lied he didn't know what she was talking about.

"I left the stuff on the bench for you to make a chicken sandwich. There's coffee in the carafe if you want it after drinking that bottled water."

"Um what about you making the sandwich for me?"

"Okay."

He sat with her at the table and said, "Thanks again. Great sandwich. I'm Neil."

"Are you one of our contract carpet layers Neil?"

"Yeah." 

"So how good is mom at sex?"

"It this just between you and me?"

"Yeah definitely."

"She's better than my current girl friend and twice as good as my fiancée who jilted me. I'd give her eight point five out of ten."

"That good huh?"

"She's exceptionally fit and bangs back real good."

"Don't you mean really well?"

"I mean what I said."

"So fitness and banging back are important. What else?"

"She talks dirty and was prepared to stick a wet finger up my butt."

Dylan giggled and said she hadn't meant him to be that frank.

Her mom came out and she looked shocked when she saw them sitting together.

"Oh Christ Dylan, I assumed you had gone to the Jennifer's."

"No I'm off now. Bye Neil."

Her mom sighed and swore again, this time softly. Mother and daughter knew it was the first time Dylan had ever seen one of her mom's men and her mom was hugely embarrassed that Dylan had been speaking to the latest adulterator.

* * *

Around 10:00 Della came into her daughter's room and said, "Darling we have to talk."

Dylan, who was in bed, closed her book and said, "Sure mom, shoot."

"Today I feel my privacy in my own home was hugely breached."

"You should have closed your bedroom door."

"I should be free to do what I wish in my house."

Dylan eyed her mom closely and knew what her mother wanted her to say.

"So it's about time I left home?"

"Well yes since you've mentioned it, I agree."

"Okay allow me a few days to pack the stuff I wish to take and the rest for dad to put in the attic in the garage. Please tell him at last I'm keen to find my own way in the world."

"That is very generous of you darling."

"Well you are my mom."

"Your adulterous mother."

"That's between you and me mom. Just go lightly. If dad finds out there will be a big bust-up, probably the end of your marriage."

"Correct. Where will you go?"

"Well possibly to the eastern end of the city center. People in apartments there are always advertising for roommates." 

Grant was surprised to learn of the imminent departure of his daughter.

"What's brought this on; have you and your mother been fighting?"

"Dad you know mom and I don't fight," Dylan said, smiling at her mom who looked relieved.

The company Dylan was working with as an IT troubleshooter with its clients who'd purchased computers or peripherals agreed to Dylan leaving at the end of the week because it was a quite period for the business. She'd lied to her mom; she'd decided to leave the city.

On Monday evening Della arrived home with four wooden crates in the back of her SUV for storing Dylan's possession she'd not be taking with her and helped Dylan pack. Della and Grant were out next evening when Della's baby sister called from Melbourne, Australia.

"Sorry but mom's out till late Aunt Kath."

"Oh crap but I like talking to you darling and it's about time you stopped calling me Aunt. God that makes me feel I'm almost as old as your mother."

Ten minutes later Dylan put down the phone almost in shock. She'd agreed to go to Australia and live for a while with Kath and her cute husband Dick (Richard) Sloan, who was an Australian. Dick coached sport at a high school and Kath was a stylist in the beauty bureau on the women's floor of a department store.

Kath's final words were ringing in her niece's ears: 'Don't mention a word of this to your mother Chubby. No way will she allow you to come this far away from her'.

The next Sunday Dylan was in LA and boarded the 16-hour non-stop flight to Melbourne where the Boeing 777 touched down at 8:30 am.

* * *

"Dylan, Dylan," screamed a gorgeous-looking woman in white with half her breasts showing out the top of her white lace dress and flashes of pink panties showing at the incredible high hem-line as she jumped up and down excitedly, people around her laughing at Kath. Dick was giving a good impression he was not with that crazy woman.

Before Dylan had time to reach the barrier Kath had vaulted it and was running at Dylan and a security guy was chasing her yelling to her to return behind the barrier.

Kath slammed into Dylan and kissing her passionately, turning Dylan's skin into goose bumps.

The security officer reached them and was pulling out a notebook when Kath said calmly, "Please stand aside officer you are impeding our orderly exit from this terminal."

The guy hesitated.

"Be a good boy darling."

He stood aside grinning and beamed as the people just behind him, who'd been quite well entertained, clapped.

When they were clear of onlookers, Dick joined them and Dylan stopped to be kissed and only just managed to hold back from exclaiming, 'Hmmm'.

"Welcome to Australia Dylan. Gosh you've shed some weight."

"Yes but I have at least five pounds to get off your ass and other places," Kath said but the dazzling smile she gave the new-arrival stopped Dylan from cringing and she even said, "I'd like you to do that Kath."

"Way to go baby. Before too long we'd have guys lining up to hang out of you."

Dick looked pained and said, "Jesus Kath, back off" while Dylan wondered what dope her aunt was on.

The pole house, 20 miles east of the city CBD and in the foothills of the Dandenong Ranges, was set on a hillside amid trees the O'Ryan's called gums (eucalyptus).

"Oh what a wonderful neighborhood," Dylan enthused, noting the good space between houses in their vicinity.

"Yeah providing we don't have a bushfire come this way," Dick said grimly and Kath snorted, "Stop being such a fucking pessimist Dick. I don't want you scaring Dylan.

"Bushfires... er like the ones we see on TV back home?"

"That's what he's talking about darling but don't worry. The really big one in 2009 was at Upper Ferntree Gully, not here."

"Well doesn't that suggest it's about time..."

"Dylan... now see what's you've done to her Dick?"

Dick rose to the occasion. "Don't be alarmed Dylan. The beauty about bushfires is you can see them coming and we have early warning systems in place and an evacuation plan especially dedicated to this particular hillside."

"W-what about crocodiles?"

"Jesus Dylan," Kath sighed. "You won't find a croc in the wild until you are about twelve hundred miles north of here at Rockhampton. And yes we do have sharks in the sea here but you are ten thousand times more likely to be hurt in a road accident than be bitten by a shark. If you want to know the truth men are far more dangerous in Australia than all the crocs, spiders, sharks, jellyfish and other nasties combined."

"Oh I guess that puts it into perspective."

"Damn right Dylan and Dick I'll thank you not scaring my darling niece."

"You'll love it here Dylan," Dick said kindly.

"Good boy," Kath said, leaning back against him and looping an arm around his neck affectionately.

Dylan thought god she rarely saw her parents touch.

Kath settled Dylan into her room and left, leaving Dylan giggling when thinking what an amazing character her aunt was. How the hell was she related to her mother? Dylan had no idea. Whenever Kath had visited them in Chicago she'd been somewhat exuberant, but nothing like this. This was her environment presumably people don't act rigidly and correctly at all times. Kath was rather foul-mouthed for a woman and when she'd visited her oldest sister in Chicago the unexpected release of 'Jesus' and the occasional F-word had Della and her friends looking rather embarrassed or even shocked. Dylan wasn't sure she approved of such unladylike behavior but there was no denying it Kath oozed individualism and branded her character.

Her mom, a dentist with a doctorate in dental surgery, regarded her youngest sister as an unfortunate under-achiever and Dylan recalled hearing those exact words once. Her mom had been talking about how Kath had been expelled from college after being discovered at the center of a gangbang with her male swimming coach and four males from the swim team. Had she apologized and been remorseful Kath may have well escaped with a month suspension but she refused to attend the disciplinary hearing, instead sending a note saying she'd done nothing wrong in having a bit of fun and if the college hadn't relied in spy cameras the delightful hour of adding to her sexual education would have passed unnoticed.

Her mom had said that family disgrace was vintage Kath who then thumbed her nose at the university establishment by moving in to live with the assistant-coach of the swim team. His contract wasn't renewed and Kath went with him to Australia where after he dumped her Kath met and married Richard O'Ryan whom she'd met when she was working in a fitness center in Melbourne. Dick was now head athletics coach at a local high school.

Kath came into the room without knocking and that lack of courtesy didn't surprise her niece.

"Darling while you're with us there are things I want you to do without complaint or refusal; do you agree with that?"

"Like what sort of things?" Dylan said suspiciously.

'You go cycling with me, you come to the gym and pool with me and you eat what I say."

"Why?"

"Oh darling, please. You'll be embarrassed if I have to spell it out."

Irish ancestry came out in Dylan.

"Either you tell me or I'm out of here."

Kath cut back a couple of cogs and said, "Oh sorry darling. I can see you are no pushover. You won't like this but you have pushed to be told the truth. You are overweight enough to be still called chubby. You walk in less than an upright position with your fat ass pushed out, your facial skin looks uncared for, your eyebrows are like a jungle, your hair is a mess and your make-up appears to have been put on with a ten inch paint brush. Christ aren't you surprised you have long waits between dates?"

"Who told you I don't get many dates... have you been gossiping with mom?"

"You just told me. What I said about dates was meant as a joke."

"Okay smarty, you win. If you can fix anything fix it. Um please."

"Only if you commit to me one hundred percent."

"Okay. You know I have nothing better to do except to get lost in this foreign land."

Kath smiled and said she welcomed this opportunity because she knew she'd produce good results. "Oh you could be in luck tomorrow. The firm that cleans our windows every six months said on Friday one of their guys would call between 11:00 and noon tomorrow. Melbourne window cleaners fuck anything with tits."

"Ha ha, I have a hilarious aunt."

"Well we'll book you in at my gym for an assessment once I've paid your three months membership."

"I'm only here for two months."

"Yeah well maybe. When I came to OZ I thought I'd hate the place and would be heading home within a month and guess what, that was twenty years ago and the three times I've been back to Chicago I couldn't get back here quick enough."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Darling you've had a long flight and you need sleep to wear off travel fatigue. I'll wake you at 5:50 in the morning for a healthy snack and some freshly squeezed fruit juice and then we'll to the pool and see if with all that blubber you can sink low enough in the water to get propulsion with your arms and legs."

"God you are rude. I'll bet you I'll cream you over ten lengths or twenty if you wish."

"Careful darling, this is Australia. Our gym has an Olympic size swimming pool, not the twenty-foot pool your family has at home."

The clock began chiming twelve, midday.

"There's no way I'll go to sleep for eighteen hours," Dylan yawned. "Let's go shopping."

"Okay but you have an hour's nap first."

"Okay."

The next thing Dylan knew Kath was wriggling her nose gently and telling her it was 5:50, to get dressed and have a quick breakfast before they hit the pool.

"B-but what happened? Where did my first day in Aussie go?"

"You slept it off darling. Come on, shake a leg."

Changing at the pool facilities Dylan said, "God I thought thirty-four was old. You have the body of a slim girl in her early twenties."

"Like you should be. Thanks darling. I promise you'll look very much like me when I complete my program with you but you'll look prettier than me."

Dylan ignored that thinking it was rude to say bullshit to her aunt.

Kath should have been warned when Dylan put on her tight black one-piece swimsuit and cap and pushed her swim goggles over her forehead.

"Oh good, you have all the accessories. Of course, I forgot, you're from an affluent American family."

"You are American."

"I was American. Let's go."

At the pool Kath said, "Right we won't warm up. Just a straight power race over ten lengths. I'll give you a thirty-second start."

"Don't be so arrogant Kath."

"Right bye darling Kath said and dove in. Dylan followed and was right at Kath's shoulder within twenty strokes and stayed there till they turned on the tenth lap when Dylan powered away.

"Fucking show off," Kath spat but Dylan beamed because she could see Kath was impressed.

As they changed Kath said, "Can you play tennis?"

Dylan nodded.

"And you are good?"

Kath read the non-committal shrug and said smiled and said, "You'll have a great time socially here in Australia at tennis and pool parties but most of the girls will hate you."

"There's nothing stopping them working to be good at things that matter to them."

"Darling I said most girls. Remember not to be arrogant. Australia produces heaps of swimmers and tennis players of tremendous ability but for goodness sake never allow yourself to be caught throwing a swim race or tennis match. To Australian's that's a despicable form of cheating." 

"Thanks for that useful info Kath. I need to be told that sort of stuff."

Dick had already gone for the day and Kath left at 7:25 for the local rail station to catch a commuter train for Flinders Street Station in the city center, leaving Dylan feeling alone and isolated. Dylan waited mournfully for a bushfire to consume her, a snake to end her Australian sojourn prematurely or a spider the size of a new-borne kitten to try to drag her to its lair.

She sighed and rebuked, "Grow up Dylan and enjoy yourself."

Oh yeah.

She heard a whirring noise and looked out above the deck and saw a fly-by of six parrots and smiled, knowing she was still suffering jetlag and in hiatus between being homesick and on the cusp of enjoying a new way of life.

She grabbed a coke from the fridge and a pile of magazines and stretched out on a deckchair beside the spa pool and under the shade cloth and yawned and flicked open 'Australian Vogue' then a guy was calling, "I said hello Miss."

"What?" Dylan yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"I haven't seen you here before."

She asked was he the window cleaner?

"Yeah and hey are you American or Russian?"

"What?"

"You talk funny."

She ignored that and said, "You are not supposed to be here before 1l:00."

"Well lady I have news for you. It's half-eleven."

"What? Where has the morning gone?"

The clown looked around him in an exaggerated way and looked back at her and grinned, "I can't see it."

"Thanks."

"It's okay, I'm Ray."

"Oh hi, I'm Dylan. What do you do besides cleans windows and have sex with frustrated wives and widows?"

"I date. Want one?"

She looked puzzled.

"Cripes are you thick. Do you want a date?"

"I don't clean windows."

He sighed and said, "Fair go, you are tough going."

Dylan refrained from asking what.

"Want to come out tonight for a few drinks and pizza?"

"And then what?"

"Well that's up to you otherwise I bring you home to Kath."

"You know my aunt well enough to call her Kath?"

"Yeah, she's our club's volunteer fitness trainer. I play rugby... er a type of football."

"Okay since you know Kath I'll go out with you tonight and thanks for being so hospitable. I only arrived from Chicago yesterday morning."

"Jesus do you know any gangsters?"

"Not personally as far as I know but who knows who are the dope pushers, gang members, money cheats and bent politicians these days? I mustn't keep you from your work any longer."

"Huh? Oh yeah. Well I'll pick you up this evening at 7:30."

Just after Ray had left Kath called to check on how Dylan was coping.

"Okay thanks. Oh I have a date this evening, with a window cleaner called Ray."

"Ray Coleman?"

"I have no idea. He knows you because you are fitness trainer at his rugby club."

"Oh his surname is Coleman. You'll be reasonably safe with him."

"Reasonably?"

"He won't rip your clothes off as soon as you get into his car or ute as some of them do."

"Ute?"

"It's short for utility vehicle that you guys in the States call pickups. Go to my computer in the study, the blue laptop. Just hit any key and when you're finished with it just leave it. It goes to sleep after fifteen minutes if not used. Look under the file named Dylan. There today you'll find a list of foods you are not to eat such as hamburgers, pizza and processed snacks. From now on you mostly eat salads and fresh fruits."

"Jesus."

"He probably ate mainly fruit and nuts and natural yogurt."

They laughed.

"I'm settling in thanks. Go back to your restoration work on old women."

"The majority of my regular clients are under forty. You'll learn a lot when I get you in here. Take some money out of housekeeping..."

"I have heaps of money in Australian dollars thanks. I must pay you for my upkeep."

"The hell you will. Dick and I agree on this, no way do we require a contribution toward your upkeep until you are on a salary."





CHAPTER 2

Kath arrived home just after 6:30 and found Dick and Dylan out on the deck drinking beer. She took the bottle from Dylan's hand and poured what was left over the edge of the deck.


Induction of Dylan Magee



"My list says no alcohol."

"I thought that was to begin tomorrow."

"Dylan, please don't be a dumb-ass blue-eyed blonde. Tomorrow never comes."

Kath kissed her and said hi darling, and then sat on Dick's lap and kissed him.

"Grab her tits if you wish Dick, I won't mind."

"Oooh Dick, our niece has given you license. Go for it."

Dick, looking embarrassed, kept his hands where they were and asked Kath had she had a productive day. Dylan went off and squeezed fresh orange juice for herself and Kath and returned with the drinks and received a delighted thank you.

"Do you drink alcohol?"

"Just a little when we go out or have guests and here at Sunday lunch because Sunday is our one day of the week that we have together and mostly without people bothering us."

"I'll go out all day Sundays."

"Like hell you will, at least not for that reason," Dick said. "You are family."

"Well said darling," Kath said. "Only block you ears after lunch when we slope off Dylan because I'm a bit of a screamer."

Now Dylan was embarrassed.

Kath made a salad for Dylan, saying they never ate before 8:00 and then sent Dylan off to shower at 6:45 and said she'd do Dylan's nails, make-up and hair. "When you come into the beauty department I'll get your hair styled. It will be cut shorter."

"No."

"Yes."

They locked stares until Dylan finally said, "Okay have my hair butchered."

"It will only be an improvement. By the way, don't worry about being plump. At least half the females there tonight will be around your shape and the elite group will spike your envy."

"The elite group."

"What you will become darling, one of the babes who appear to have it all."

"Oh. Will I know myself?"

Kath screamed in laughter.

"How do you know other people will be where Ray is taking me?"

"I know the set he hangs out with. Ray rarely has a girl so this will be a big occasion for him."

"What's his problem?"

"Basically awkwardness with females. He's great with the guys but can't switch like they do with females. He's shy and gets tongue-tied but he's a great footballer and that's why he's accepted. I had an idea he'd interact well with you."

"You knew Ray would be coming today; you called the company and asked for him to be sent here."

"Oh darling you do have wildly convoluted thoughts. There you go, everything's done."

"Y-you are truly amazing," Dylan said, having watched the slow transformation in awe. "It's incredible what you have achieved in forty minutes. Everything about me has never looked so good."

"It's what I do darling. No big deal. You'll see the emergence of a princess once we eliminate your chubbiness."

Dick just grinned when Kath paraded her niece who was dressed to Kath's instructions, a plain short cotton dress, no stockings and mules.

When Ray arrived and Kath kissed him and brought him out to the deck by the hand he looked at Dylan and said softly, "Jesus."

"Oh hi Ray," Dylan smiled to cover her embarrassment. God she was twenty-three, not a teenager.

Ray who looked about twenty-three or twenty-four shook hands with Dick and declined a beer. "We should head off."

"Ray darling could you drive via the railway station so Dylan can get her bearings. She's not been out of the house since arriving here."

"Yeah sure Kath. Bye. Come on Dylan."

At the bar the group of ten or so people in a corner looked surprised when Ray walked in with Dylan and then couldn't believe he knew an American.

The females launched into fashion talk with Dylan while the guys talked among themselves. Occasionally one or two would glance at Dylan's tits, making her think this was much like being in Chicago 9,600 miles away.

She went home happy, having eaten steak and salad and was thrilled Maggie Ross and Sue Bradshaw said they would call for her on Saturday morning to take her shopping.

Three hours later Dylan sat in Ray's red Toyota sedan outside Dick and Kath's house and said, "Do you wish to kiss me?"

"Um Dylan I feel I'm out of my depth with you."

"Well that's okay, friends kiss and I would like to go out with you a few times more just to feel my way around here and meet more people. I'm comfortable with you because I know Kath likes you."

"Yeah she's a great lady. She'd really young to be your aunt."

"That's how it goes in some families. Her oldest sibling, my mother, is forty-four."

They kissed and when he pulled away Dylan kept hold of him and they chatted.

"Maggie and Sue are taking me shopping on Saturday."

"Oh that's good. Those two babes have class and Sue probably is in the process of sizing you up for her brother Carl."

"What can't he find girls to date?"

"Dylan do you know what an A-list is?"

"Yes."

"Sue Bradshaw is very much in the A-list. She had a wonderful personality, looks great and is a champion grade swimmer and is a cracker of a soccer player."

"Soccer?" Dylan said with interest.

"Yeah talk to Sue if you wish to play soccer. Now where was I? Oh yeah, her bro Carl was absolutely top A-list at high school and is a guy who just stars because he is a star."

"And what about you Ray."

"I'm nothing, a nobody?"

"Yeah well probably because you think like that. I'll work on you Ray and try to get you up to speed. Now please may I have my goodnight kiss and think about taking me out Saturday night."

"You won't be interested, it's the monthly social night at the rugby club and we players will be battered and bruised because on Saturday will play the top team in the competition and will be hammered."

"Well you will be if all your team thinks like that."

"Eh?"

"Never mind. Do you wish me to pull out a breast for you my friend?"

"Eh?"

Dylan sucked back a rebuke, sighed and pulled up her top and bra. 

After waving off Ray Dylan entered the house, now possessing her own key and she heard Kath call out. She went into the darkened bedroom and said, "Has someone been having sex in here?"

Dick groaned and Kath giggled. At that instant Dylan knew if she really wanted to groom her personality for greater impact she must watch and listen to her aunt who was popular because she just knew how to behave, like just then, giggling instead of saying anything to avoid embarrassing her husband like Dylan had. Oh yes that was the key: be nice.

"I'm glad you two still have sex at your age."

"Jesus," Dick groaned.

"Oopsie. That was a boo-boo. I'm sure you'll be still doing it into your eighties Rex."

He laughed and Kath groaned. Oh dear.

Kath listened to Dylan discuss her evening and Kath said she was delighted Maggie appeared ready to befriend her.

"What about Sue?"

"Just watch her darling. She has a high profile and has been very successful but she's shallow and is up herself."

"Up herself?"

"She likes herself so excessively that her head is up her own ass."

"Oh god," Dylan giggled and Dick bellowed in laughter.

Dick said, "But stick with those two. Some of their friends will rub off on to you and Sue's problem is she's enjoyed too much success without really quite knowing how to handle it. She's the greatest soccer player our school has produced and could have gone on to play internationally but her parents were against that. Of course she's now financially independent it's too late because those international clubs want players into their fold before they turn twenty unless they are on transfer from other clubs."

* * *

Maggie and Sue arrived at 11:00 on Saturday morning. Dylan had already swum thirty-five lengths of the 50-meter pool and then had completed her assessment at the gym. Kath grabbed Dylan's copy of the assessment report and reading it said bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, fortunately not within earshot of the assessor.

Kath said she was making three changes.

"Then what program will I be on?"

"The same as me," Kath grinned. "Now we can go head to head on everything. I bet I will roll you on some of the things we tackle together."

When the girl's arrived in Maggie's mother's white Lexus convertible, Dylan greeted them at the car and then excused herself to scoot back inside to kiss and hug Kath who just grinned and said it was what aunt's were supposed to do. Kath had arrived home on Friday evening with a shirt for Dylan with the top button almost at navel level, a pair of white short, shorts, Bobby socks, blue and orange striped ballet flats and big round earrings.

"Omigod, I can't wear this gear tomorrow," Dylan had wailed. "I'm going out with sophisticated young women, not bunnies."

"Trust me," Kath had urged and when going out to the car Dylan saw the other two young women were wearing what she was wearing, different colors and patterns of course, and so had rushed back indoors to thank her aunt profusely.

"A nervous pee?" Sue, now in the back seat, asked but was ignored.

"Sit in the front with me Dylan and Sue keep an eye out for guys who deserve to be waved at."

"We'll be lucky," Sue grouched. 

Five minutes later Sue spotted a 40-year old guy in a red Ferrari and waved and he waved back.

"Omigod, I've just had an orgasm," she moaned and the two in the front seat laughed.

They went to the Knox Shopping Center at Wantirna, fairly close to where they lived, and then to the Eastland Shopping Center at Ringwood.

"Now saving the best to last, Chadston at Malvern East," Maggie said. "You'll probably feel you haven't left home when you enter this mall."

Sue said sensibly, "If you want shopping with Australian character you must go to the city shopping strips. There are oodles of them. Melbourne is the shopping capital of Australia."

They arrived home just after 5:00 hot and a little bushed.

"Come in for a drink," Dylan said.

They piled out, the girls saying they'd like to catch up with Kath and Dick, who were only just home having watched rugby football all afternoon.

After the animated greetings Maggie asked, "How did the seniors go?"

Kath said, "They got trashed, as expected, but Ray Coleman got a kick and chase try and then half and hour later side-stepped and weaved his way through the opponents to run sixty yards, breaking four tackles to dot down between the posts in a display of sheer individual brilliance. His well-beaten team mobbed him after the touchdown and carried him off the field as a hero at the end of the game and the opponents stood in two lines and clapped him and his bearers off the field. It was brilliant to watch."

"Oh wasn't he a good boy?" Dylan said, wishing she'd been there and wondering if she should call Ray and congratulate him and, um, later that night letting him go as far as he wished.

Kath said, "Girls, Dick, Dylan and I and going down to the club in an hour for the social evening. Would you girls like to join us?"

Maggie and Sue said they had dates that evening and had called in only to say hi. But they stayed for a drink.

The evening at the club was pretty boring. Ray was practically surrounded by girls all night and when he came over to where Dick, Kath and Dylan were sitting he just said. "Hi guys, I'm having a great night" and nodded when they made brief comments. He then he was off to return to resume being the center of attraction.

Dylan never saw Ray to speak to again after that evening. A week later he accepted an offer to play at second division level for the Melbourne Ruby Club for two games and then be assessed to determine whether he should be promoted to join the reserves of the elite team. Dylan wasn't fussed because she considered Ray to be really hard work. 

A couple of evenings later a guy called Dylan.

"Hi I'm Muzza Coleman, Ray's brother."

"Oh."

"Ray's gone now and said you might be short of dates so I should look after you."

"He said that?"

"You don't think I'd lie about that do you?"

"Oh no, of course not," Dylan said. "I just didn't think that Ray... well you know."

Muzza laughed. "You mean be that considerate."

"More like not being so thoughtful."

Muzza said she had that about right. "But he really was impressed that you'd have anything to do with him, with him being not too bright."

"Well whatever he is he's still a human being and the truth is he was the first person who was not family to befriend me in Australia."

"Well thanks for treating him fairly. He's really a good guy. Well I can tell a date with you is unlikely so I'll..."

Dylan said firmly, "And who told you that Muzza or whatever your real name is?"

"It's Murray. My thinking is you feel one Coleman is fine but a second guy from the same family..."

"That is awfully presumptuous of you. Come around now and take me to a movie."

"What now?"

Dylan said calmly, "What was it that I said that you couldn't understand?"

"I was thinking Saturday night."

"I prefer to wait until finding out what my two new girlfriends have planned for Saturday night."

"I asked first."

"True but I had reserved Saturday night as a possibility with them before you called."

"Oh."

"If you like I'll ask Kath about you and if it's all good I'll date you Saturday night."

Muzza said perhaps it would be best to drop it. "This is becoming a pain in the butt."

"No I don't wish to drop it."

"Well you are sure stubborn and demanding. All right ask Kath if you wish but Dick knows me better."

"Please wait," Dylan said stiffly, a little piqued at being called demanding and stubborn. She'd call it being careful.

She went to the TV room. Dick was watching sport and Kath was asleep on the same sofa with her head on his lap.

Dylan whispered, "A Muzza Coleman who says he's Ray's brother wants to date me."

"You have my permission."

"No you idiot," Dylan giggled. "I wish to know if you approve of him being a suitable date for me?"

"Yes sure."

"I mean do you know him well enough to recommend him as a date?"

"I ought to. I work with him every weekday. He's our soccer coach and I hired him from thirty-eight applicants. If you wish to know about sex, wake up Kath, she may have heard whether or not he's any good."

"God you are embarrassing," Dylan giggled. "Thanks."

Back in her room Dylan picked up her phone and said, ""Hi."

A woman with a high-pitched voice said, "Who do you wish to speak to love?"

"Um Mr Coleman."

"Muzza," she screeched into Dylan's ear and then a guy with an incredibly deep voice said, "Good evening, Muzza Coleman's Dating Service."

Dylan said dubiously, "Is that you Murray?"

"Murray speaking," Muzza said in his normal voice.

"Oh hi. Where those other two people you?"

"What other two people? I'm alone in my apartment."

"God dating you is going to be so difficult. Yes I'll date you Saturday. Dick said you coach soccer. Do you play?"

"Yes."

"May I watch your game Saturday?"

"No. If I have a bad game you won't go out with me."

"I wouldn't be like that. Anyone can have a bad day. I understand because I've been a left midfielder ever since I gave up competitive swimming."

"A left midfielder? Are you any good?"

"At least a little better than average. I've never been dropped and although we never won our zone final we were runners-up in the four of the past five years."

"Our club's senior girls team is looking for a right midfielder..."

"Yeah I'd play there. Get me a trial."

"Tomorrow night?"

"Yep," she said. "So what about dating tonight?"

"Yep. I'll be over within a few minutes. They have movies starting at 9:00 at Eastland Shopping Center."

Murray/Muzza arrived twenty minutes later, a tall and dark lean guy with a pleasant smile. 

Dylan had already told Dick she was going out and would be home latish. She went out the front door to meet her date.

He took a good look at her and said, "God you are pretty?"

"Thanks and so are you," she giggled and he appeared quite startled but even so took her by the shoulders and kissed her sweetly.

She settled into the car and asked, "Do you really want to go to a movie?"

"No."

"Then let's go somewhere for a drink, it will just be coffee for me."

"Coffee is fine with me too."

She suggested they go to her gym where the coffee was great.

An hour later they walked out to the car, having exchanged information about one another and agreeing to date regularly.

"We've achieve a lot in a short time," Dylan laughed.

It had been agreed she would call him Murray. He said, "We can achieve even more in a short time if you come to my apartment. My flat mate is in Sydney on business if you are thinking about freedom to become romantic."

"Romantic? I have been thinking about sex."

His grin was huge.

That night Dylan largely made up for going for several weeks without sex. She was delivered home just as Dick was leaving for work.

"Hi Dick."

"Hi, don't be late for work Muzza," he grinned. "Have you had breakfast?"

They said no and Dick said Kath didn't think they would have and had started cooking bacon and eggs.

"But she's banned me from eating cooked breakfast and eggs and bacon and a hundred other things."

"Apparently Dylan it depends what you have been doing," Dick said. "And whatever Kath thinks you have been doing it's cleared the way to have bacon and eggs."





CHAPTER 3

The evening after their first sexual encounter, Murray arrived to take Dylan for her tryout.

They kissed, slightly embarrassed, indicating they were not yet a tight couple.

Murray began driving off. "Um it's the team's practice night so you'll go straight in at right midfield. I was asked to arrive with you after they had started so you could slot in without any fuss. The team will have been told a new candidate will arrive to try out."

"It's just a local club I take it?"

"Well sort of?"

"What kind of explanation is that?"

"I'm assistant coach for the team. It plays in the senior women's competition. From there if you excel you go into the premier league."

"So I to try out at senior level because you think I'll be good?"

"No Kath thinks you'll be good. You know the purpose of try-outs is to put the player under test."

"Yes, I know. But Murray I'll be playing on foreign soil where the women are called Shelia's and don't object and the preferred greeting of male to male is oink, oink."

"You are nervous Dylan, just relax. All the guys I know say hi or g'day when they greet. Obviously you've been keeping bad company. And just remember the ball is just as round as it is in Chicago."

"Yeah okay. I really enjoyed myself last night Murray. You're a good lover."

"Well there's no problem, if you want it just say."

"In the mall?" Dylan giggled and Murray patted her on the head and said, "You're a neat package Dylan."

She assumed that was approval-plus.

Murray introduced her to coach Dan Daniels, a former Australian International. Dylan had brought boots socks and shorts with her and was given a bright orange vest to put over her practice jersey to stand out.

"Dylan just play your natural game; don't try to impress because that will have you unraveling."

"Right coach."

She ran out on to the field to join the team that had completed training and was now playing a friendly game against the reserves and a few other players dragged in to make up numbers. The right midfielder shook hands with Dylan and trotted off the field. A redhead came over and shook Dylan's hand.

"Hi Dylan, I'm Carolyn Withers, team captain. Welcome and just do your best without over-trying. Good luck."

The team came off the field with Carolyn introducing Dylan individually to all other players. They all were friendly and complimentary. Dylan had stood out as one of the fastest players on the field and she tackled fearlessly and strongly. Three times she'd passed beautifully when her team was hot on attack and the player taking the pass had scored.

"Awesome Dylan," Coach Daniels said. "Someone will pick you up at 1:00 on Saturday, probably Carolyn. We play at 2:30 and you are now our right midfielder, although subject to selection each week like everyone else."




Induction of Dylan Magee



"Oh thanks coach. Do I kiss you?"

"It never goes amiss," he said and as Dylan kissed his leathery cheek members of the team who'd stayed to hear the verdict clapped.

As Murray drove out of the ground he asked, "What now?"

"I should think sex Murray. You are pretty good. But I must be in my own bed by 10:30 because I'll be awakened at 5:50 to get ready to go to the pool. Kath. I have pool one morning, then gym next morning, then pool then gym but Friday and Sunday we have free and Saturday morning we go recreational cycling with no sprints now that I will be playing soccer in the afternoon.

"Dan and I will look at this fitness schedule of your because you also have light soccer training on Tuesday evenings and a full workout on Thursday evenings. We don't want you over-doing it. We might suggest limiting gym work to weights and to commence light running say three times a week. It's likely we will discuss with you a completely new training schedule. Is most of your present schedule aimed at weight reduction?"

"Yes."

"Then more running each week and less swimming could be preferable. Running rather than swimming is also better suited for a good soccer playing physique. As I said we'll sit down with you and discuss and collectively work out a specific training regime. You revealed on the field this evening you have the speed and strength to be a classy player if we succeed in fine-tuning your skill levels. As assistant coach I can say already you are an asset to the team Dylan in plugging our weakest spot."

"Thanks. I help the club but can the club help me? I need a job."

"What kind of job? Some of our sponsors are prepared to help out where possible. What are you qualified to do?"

"My degree is computer science and I've been working in forming and troubleshooting of home electronic networks at all levels."

"Wow how convenient. Our biggest sponsor is J. J. Wheeler Electronic Appliances. I'll make sure Johnno and Johnny his dad are at the game Saturday and see you play. I'll tell them you are a techie and they will be interested because they are in rather short supply around here. If you check out and they offer you a job remember to opt to be on call, within reason, 24/7, and you'll get either a Holden ute with hard lid or a Holden Combo van with the right to use it after hours within a restricted area."

"Sounds good. Now let's stop somewhere for coffee and a sandwich."

"How long are you permitted to stay in Australia?" Murray asked over coffee.

"One year."

"With a tech job you ought to be able to gain permanent entry."

"I've already thought about that. It will help if I produce a work record from an Australian employer and evidence I'm fulfilling a shortage. It could also help that I have fitted in well and belong to clubs and play competitive soccer. I think within three months I ought to know whether I want to live here. So far it's looking pretty good."

Dylan went clubbing with Maggie and Sue on Friday night and they had a hilarious time. Dylan drank quite a few wines but danced with guys and believed she would have burnt up the liquor calories and more. Maggie was most interested to learn Dylan would be playing soccer on Saturday and said that was a good club.

"What grade will you be playing?"

"I don't really know. They just call it senior women competition."

Looking incredulous, Sue said, "What you just walked in and said you wanted to play and the coach took one look at your tits and said yeah baby, pick any position?"

"No it wasn't quite like that," Dylan said, when she and Maggie recovered from giggling.

"I met the team's assistant coach and mentioned I played soccer and he said they were looking for a right midfielder. I said I'd always played left midfielder but agreed to a tryout. The tryout was a full game after practice and I did pretty well and was praised for my speed and uncompromising tackling."

"Holy shit. I must see you play," said Sue. "What time is your game Saturday?"

"Two-thirty."

"Damn, same time as mine. Still we both will have morning games as well so it's only a matter of time before one of us plays morning and the other afternoon."

"Yes and I must come an watch you. Someone told me you play in the premier league."

Sue said, "Yes but it's still soccer, same number of players, same size pitch, same rules and same size ball. I'm keen to see you succeed Dylan." 

"Me too," Maggie smiled.

"No worries."

Maggie and Sue looked at Dylan a little surprised and the three of them laughed when Sue said, "You ARE American aren't you?"

"Yes and proud of it but I am acclimatizing."

Murray called later that day and said, "Hi it's Muzza."

"Oh hi Muzza."

"What's happened to Murray?"

"Well I am endeavoring to culturally acclimatize and Kath told me probably the only people who call you Murray would be your mother and your grandparents."

"Kath really knows her stuff doesn't she?"

"Too bloody right."

"Um Dylan, that's what guys say and then only in informal situations. Just saying yes is quite well understood here in Australia."

They chatted and then Muzza said, "I'm calling because my flat mate has accepted a job in Sydney for the same firm and return tomorrow to pack and leaves Sunday."

"Oh that could be unsettling to you."

"Perhaps. I'm inviting you to shift in with me and pay no financial contribution until you have a job."

"What shift in Monday?"

"What about noon Sunday?"

"I mean that soon and with so little... No dammit, yes Muzza. Come for me on Sunday. Meanwhile you call Johnno or Johnny and arrange a job interview for me. Tell them they owe the club?"

"What? They've pumped tens of thousand of dollars into the club over the years."

"Oh. Well tell them I'm probably the hottest troubleshooter and upgrader of home computer networks in Melbourne if not in all Australia."

"Are you that good?"

"No. Perhaps you should say I'm one of the hottest troubleshooters and upgraders. That possible could be true."

"You have that cockiness that will make you fit in well in Australia Dylan. Keep all Sunday afternoon free for having sex with me."

"No worries."

"Strewth, you'll be a Shelia in no time soon."

* * *

Kath looked at Dylan rather concerned.

"Darling don't you think you are rushing into this? Perhaps after a couple of months going with Muzza you could be confident you've had time to assess your compatibility as a couple to live together?"

"No it's fine. If it doesn't work out I'll flat share with some young women."

"You may always return here. This is your Australian home."

"Oh thanks darling," Dylan said, hugging Kath.

"Um darling, don't you think it's about time you contacted your mom?"

"Well I suppose so. It's been three weeks since I left home."

"Hi mom."

"Omigod Dylan, you're alive. I've been so worried but your father kept saying someone like you always bubbles to the top. God that's a stupid sentiment."

"But I bet you believed him."

"Well yes. Where are you?"

"I've just arrived at Aunt Kath's and she's made me call you," Dylan lied, grinning as she watched Kath draw a finger over her throat.

"Oh knowing you are there is so comforting for me. Dick is so sensible."

Dylan let that one slide.

Dylan gave her Australian phone number to her mom, asked about her dad and then handed the phone over to Kath who talked for a few minutes and when the conversation began to wane lied that the battery was running out, smiling at Dylan who'd ran her finger over her throat.

Kath said, "You lied about when you got here and you avoided saying you're moving in with a guy."

"Yes. But please remember my mother does the dirty on my father and wanted me to leave home so she can have coitus uninteruptus with whomever she pleases."

"Yes and she's a naughty girl too."

"Kath do you have sex with other guys?"

"Baby you are far too young for me to answer such a question."

"Naughty girl Kath."

They laughed.

"Okay Dylan, you are stable, mature and are already settling in well here. I'll drop my objection to you moving in with Muzza providing that you promise to immediately return here if your life begins to turn to custard."

"I promise Kath and that's the truth."

Dylan had been into Melbourne central several times with Maggie and Sue and with Maggie alone but this time she was traveling on 'the workers' train' to the CBD and walked the short distance with Kath to the store. Kath had already booked in Dylan with the hairdresser, a thirty-something who was charming and asked Dylan what she wanted done to her hair.''

"What Kath told you to do," Dylan sighed.

"Oh we have a very bright American here," Lily laughed. "I am prepared to be a little flexible."

"No it's okay. I won't mind a new look. Exactly what does Kath do here?"

"She's big on client liaison, has responsibility to grow the business, she deals with complaints, hires and fires and supervises training and department efficiency and profitability. She's our boss, the general manager. As you may already know she's an awesome lady and has a huge reputation for keeping this group of saloons at the top of Melbourne's beauty facilities."

Three and a half hours later Dylan looked one more time in the mirror and still had difficulty recognizing herself. Her blonde hair had been cut short and yet was really thick at the back when back-combed, her eyebrows had been thinned and shaped, her skin had been treated and because of the way the make-up had been applied her cheekbones looked slightly higher, making her face look thinner and more elegant.

Kath looked at her and smiled. "You look thinner but you are thinner darling, the weight is coming off you at last."

"I know. Initially I kept thinking the scales were lying."

"Well either go home by train or drift around the shops and return here at 4:20 and return home with me. Do you need spending money?"

"No thanks, I have heaps. Kath I feel wonderful. Omigod thank you so much."

Kath turned away and sniffed and blew her nose.

"You will be a princess darling. It's emerging."

Kath went into a café for lunch and saw Sue Bradshaw with a couple of people and as she passed she said hi to Sue. 

Sue looked at her without recognition and then appeared startled and said, "Dylan... Dylan Magee?"

"It is."

"Omigod," Sue said, standing and coming over to Dylan. "You've been to Kath's department. God you are beautiful."

"Same girl underneath the façade I assure you."

Sue laughed and taking Dylan's hand said to the older woman, "Mom this is my new American friend Dylan I've told you about."

"Good afternoon Mrs Bradshaw, how lovely to meet you. You have a wonderful daughter in Sue."

"Well thank you dear. You sound as bright and lovely as Sue told me you were."

The guy had stood and Dylan put out her hand and said, "You must be Sue's brother Carl. I can see a likeness."

"Well yeah and so who's the better looking sibling?"

"Oh your modesty is quite fetching. I would say a direct comparison would be perilous to suggest. If looking for a lover I'd certainly have said you but if I were looking for an exceedingly attractive friend I'd say Sue. I suppose it's you who has exposed the competitiveness and aggression in Sue?"

"Omigod," said Mrs Bradshaw, please sit with us darling. "Did Sue tell you that?"

"No she'd not mentioned a word about Carl to me except his name and that he was a recently qualified lawyer. It's just I'd had a flash picture of what it would be like growing up with him."

"I have two other daughters."

"But they are younger than Sue from what she told me."

"Ah yes. Sue told me you live with Kath O'Ryan."

"Yes ever since my arrival three weeks ago."

"Kath comes to my home once every eight to ten weeks to cut my hair and has done so for about twelve years after I was incapacitated after a vehicle accident. I hadn't wanted someone so young but she came into our home like a ray of sunshine and was soon telling me there was nothing I couldn't do given time and application. She was the person who turned my life around although professionals came in and gradually got me moving my legs and stretching my back unassisted. She was Kath Stone in those days and lived close by. After cutting my hair for the first time she'd called in every evening and sit with me for a while and that continued until I was walking unassisted again. Then one day she returned and said, 'What this I've heard that you are not driving your car yet?' So Kath was back every evening for a week making me drive up and down our driveway and then on the second week made me drive out on to the street and suddenly I knew I was ready to drive again."

"Oh what a wonderful story. I love it Mrs Bradshaw. I really think my aunt is awesome too. She's my mom's youngest sister."

Dylan had noticed Sue had been watching her closely as her mother had been relating those incidents to Dylan.

"Dylan I think there is something about Kath in you as well. You have an amazing manner."

"Well thanks for that compliment Sue but Kath has it all."

"And what do you think you have or what you lack Dylan?"

"I-I well I really have no idea Mrs Bradshaw."

"Well said mom."

"Yes and I agree with Sue," Carl said. "We appear to have been uplifted since your arrival at this table Dylan. Choose to believe it or not. You may wish to know its years since my mother has spoken about that terrible accident and yet I saw her smiling as she talked about it, shielding her worst memories of course by talking about her sweet angel called Kath, but nevertheless mother talked about it."

"Omigod yes, I did speak about it. Oh I can't believe I did. You must understand Dylan, I was driving and a drunk driver drove into us. My youngest child Tony died in my arms at the scene and that's why I'd never wished to walk again."

Dylan said softly, "And then along came Kath. It's beautiful isn't it?" 

Dylan smiled holding out her arms and Mrs Bradshaw leaned into the extended arms and was hugged. "Kath was the right person at the right time for you and happily you got your life back. Unfortunately nothing could be done for your son but that's how life is and we face having to accept that."

On Saturday the team that Dylan played for, the Southern Belles, won their game in the closing minutes to break the 1-1 score. Dylan took a pass 30 ft out from the goal that the opponents raced to defend. Dylan saw her captain raise her hand and floated a long cross in front of her. Carolyn Withers raced in to just behind most of the defenders and headed the ball into the net for victory. She was deemed to have been onside.

Team members smothered her and laughing Carolyn regained her feet and pointing to Dylan said, "Guys don't forget our Yank. That curving cross of hers was within a centimeter of perfection: I barely had to lower my head to hit the ball right on the button."

A few of the players make approving noises and then Carolyn held out her arms and said, "Come to mama darling for your kiss. That cross of yours was made in heaven."

As Carolyn kissed Dylan the team clapped and Dylan felt the reservations many of they had about her were thawing already. That was confirmed later in the clubhouse when their coach Dan Daniels announced Dylan had won the player of the day award.

As Dylan was leaving with Muzza a guy with a bushy moustache intercepted them and said, "Introduce us Muzza."

"Johnny this is my American girlfriend Dylan Magee. Dylan this is Johnny Wheeler who is interested in employing you."

"Indeed Dylan, I watched you throughout the game. You are very quick, decisive and appear to have the ability to read ahead of play."

"Thank you Mr Wheeler."

"Call me Johnny."

"Thank you Johnny."

"I want you in at my office at 8:00 on Monday morning. If you are any good I'll start you on a two week trial..."

"I'm sorry Johnny but I don't do work trials. You ask the questions and put me through exercises if you wish during the interview and that's it. If you don't think I'm worth hiring at that point then like I said, that's it."

"Dylan, Muzza said nervously.

"No it's fine. This young lady has grit She won't be pushed around by clients. Do you mind if I ask you a few quick questions Dylan?"

"Not at all. Fire away."

"What's a dongle Dylan? 

It's a security key, a little hardware device that plugs into the serial or USB port of a computer. Its purpose is to ensure that only authorized users can use certain software applications."

"What is meant by 100 Mbsp, baseband, unshielded twisted pair?"

"It is one of several physical media specified by IEEE 802.3 for use in an Ethernet LAN, referred to as fast Ethernet because of its higher transmission speed."

"What's a Winsock?"

"It's short for Windows sockets, which are files that allow Windows programs to connect to the Internet and other computers. Technically, Winsock is an Application Programming Interface, known as API, that developers use to make their programs network-enabled. So 16-bit applications use a file called WINSOCK.DLL and 32-bit applications use a file called WSOCK32.DLL."

"Excellent Dylan. You appear to have wide knowledge. Finally, can computer memory types be mixed?

"It is necessary to acknowledge mixing refers to two different types of mixing: type mixing and speed mixing, with only speed mixing being possible. Although you can never use different types of memory (e.g. DDR and DDR2) in the same computer, you can use memory of differing speeds. All that is required is a simple tweak in the BIOS to adjust the computer to run at the speed of the slowest memory installed."

"Well that satisfies me. If you come in Monday at 8:00 with a copy of your academic record and references and CV we can quickly check those out and then discuss terms and conditions of employment. You will not be expected to work Saturdays or take evening callouts when that time coincides with soccer training. Now apart from the contract negotiations, you are as good as employed, providing that's what you want and you like what you see when you come to us on Monday."

"It's very kind of you Johnny. I am keen to start work. My visa is current for a year but it's very likely I'll apply for residency."

"Oh excellent. Our club needs talent like you display and our firm needs people with the high-tech knowledge you appear to have. You will receive training in any particular area of need but will not be required to undertake new-recruit training. You will spend two weeks working in tandem with one of our field techies."

"Oh brilliant Johnny. I do understand that I have a cultural gap and you may have different ways of setting up networks and protocols here but I'm a fast learner. Do I kiss you to show my appreciation?"

"If you wish to risk getting an arrow in your back. My wife Silvia who is sitting some distance away behind you is president of an archery club."

"I'll make it a quick one then. Thanks Johnny."

As they walked off Muzza said, "Oh boy, have you impressed Johnny."

"That's fine so long as he keeps his hands off me. No way do I want an arrow in my back."

Dylan was not long out of the shower and was applying her make-up when Kath arrived.

"God just as well I went with Ruth a new coach with Dick's senior high school girl's team. Two players didn't show up and one was the goalie and none of the three reserves wanted to be goalie so the opposing team's coach/manager consented to me filling in. I only let one through but saved five probables. We lost 1-nil."

"God you are amazing Kath. Have you ever played goalie?"

"Only sometimes at practice but that was many years ago. How did you go?"

"Our team beat the Saints 1-nil."

"Oh brilliant. Did Kathy score though the center?"

"No Carolyn did."

"Oh great, she rarely scores because she prefers playing sweeper. And what's this?"




Induction of Dylan Magee



"Oh something I picked up after the game for player of the day."

"I see. So you were busy throughout the game?"

"Yeah and that's how I like it."

"And you powered one across to Carolyn on the other side of the field and she scored a sitter?"

"She worked well to take the header."

"Yeah so I wonder why she didn't get the player of the day award."

"Kath you are reading too much into I. I'm new and they just wish to encourage me."

"I love you for being modest darling but a very happy Uncle Dick called me to say Dan Daniels was chuffed about your debut performance today. Dick's final words before cutting the call was Dan said today you were the quality player coaches dream about adding to their team."

"Well that was lovely of Dick to tell you that, knowing that you'd care to hear it. You are so lucky having such a lovely husband."

"Yes darling. And thanks. Now let me have a go at this face and hair of yours. Oh I purchased a purple dress for you for your going away gift. I hope you wish to wear it tonight."

"Um yes."

"Darling can you imagine me buying you a conservative dress?"

"Now that you mention that, no I can't. You'll be out to have me display tit and upper thigh like you use to do."

"I still do darling. Cher and I have that in common."





CHAPTER 4

Muzza arrived to collect Dylan and Dick brought him inside, saying Dylan was almost ready.

"As assistant coach, did you agree with Dan declaring her player of the day?"

"Yes, she was the fittest and fastest player on the field and ran rings around her opponent and dispossessed her of the ball four times through reacting so fast. Dylan's commitment was absolutely amazing. Come down Tuesday evening and see her in action. Dan and I will be working on her trapping technique and to try to teach her she doesn't have to be in her opponent's face every second of the game, that being just within cooee is sufficient. The poor girl was drenched in sweat when she came off the field, having played so intently."

"Good, very good," Dick said. "I will come down Tuesday. We'll see you down at the club later. We like eating late."

Kath entered the room and kissed Muzza. 

"Your princess is on her way."

Dick and Muzza gaped when Dylan entered wearing a purple and white cotton and silk mix shoestring strap dress with a sweetheart neckline and purple embroidery over the bust line with a built-in bra. The dress was simple and elegant with an inexpensive look that appeared just right for a social evening at a soccer club. Dylan wore black fine denier stockings and white low heels, the white matching the white straps of the dress. Her make-up was superb and she had beading through the back of her hair. The cut of the dress make her appear reasonably slender.

"God you are beautiful Dylan," Muzza croaked. 

Dylan gave him an almost shy smile while the proud Kath, acting as mother, gave him a huge smile.

"You look great and you are loosing weight," Dick said and Dylan gave him such a sweet smile.

Out at the car Muzza, who was wearing white pants and a black shirt with fine vertical stripes in red, green, orange and white, said he'd have to go home and change into a suit.

"Do other guys like you wear suits?"

"No just the old guys."

"Then no suit. Muzza don't be deceived, this is not an expensive dress and my hair only looks swell because Kath happens to be a former hairdresser."

He grinned. "Oh then that's okay. Off we go to the club."

Dylan suddenly appeared concerned. "Um the girls in the team won't realize until we appear that you are with me."

Muzza laughed and said he was a big boy and could handle the tongue wagging. "I probably won't get as many indecent proposals that I usually receive late in the evening."

"Oh you poor boy. Then should I leave early?"

"Hell no, you are with me and I say that proudly."

"Oh Muzza, you are so kind. Want to stop right now for sex?"

The vehicle lurched and Muzza said, "Cripes Dylan, don't over stimulate me like that when I'm driving."

"Sorry."

"Um I liked hearing what you said."

"Good boy," she purred.

As they entered the clubhouse Dylan pulled away from Muzza but he moved in and took her hand.

"Come on, let's get it over in one dose."

The big room was crowded and noisy, somewhat like a nightclub. 

Muzza steered Dylan to a far corner where the seniors, their partners and supports had reserved tables.

Dylan thought perhaps it would be like walking into a lynching mob now that she'd claimed Muzza. But it was fine. A few of her teammates screamed "Dylan" and Carolyn came through the group with her boyfriend to greet them.

Halfway through the evening before band began playing the club president welcomed everyone and read out the day's team results and the Blue Belles received an extra big applause when the president said it was the first time in four seasons they'd beaten the St Alban Angels.

The proud coach Dan Daniels was asked to make a small presentation.

"Hi everyone. I'm still on a high after my girls nosed ahead of the Angels. Would Carolyn Withers come forward please? Move your ass sweetie."

Carolyn weaved around the tables at a lope and when she stepped up on to the small stage Coach Daniels kissed her.

"Carolyn please accept this big box of chocolates on behalf of your team and remember to share it out. You girls played with great heart today and I'm very proud of you."

Carolyn left the stage beaming and waving.

"Well most of you here today know this is my last season as coach of the senior women. I've been forty-eight years with the club as a player from the age of seventeen and worked my way up to play for the State of Victoria and had three trials to gain national selection but never made it. On my retirement as a player I began coaching and five years ago I stood aside to let someone else coach the senior men and bugger me if I wasn't corralled into coaching the senior women."

"Why I'm telling you this is to make sure you all are aware that I've seen hundreds of players pass through this club including our two heroes who gained national selection and played for Australia. So I kid myself I have a good nose for identifying players who are likely to become elite players if that's what they want. Today I saw a star arising although she's still in embryo. You won't know her because she only joined the club on Thursday. Would Dylan Magee, our girl from Chicago, please come forward and be introduced to this assembly."

"Omigod," Dylan said. "Oh this is so unfair."

"Go Dylan," said Yvonne who was sitting beside her. The nickname for Dan Daniels in this club is God. He's never known to lick butt or bullshit."

"Correct," Carolyn said. "Off you go baby.

Dylan, second youngest in the senior squad, stood and the team stood with her but remained silent.

Dylan walked to the stage and she heard someone to her left shout, "Go Dylan" and recognized Kath's voice.

"Hi Coach Daniels," she said in a loud and clear voice. "Thanks for embarrassing me like this."

"And hi to you young lady. Well here she is folk. Age twenty-three and not yet quite a month out of Chicago."

People clapped.

"And what brought you to Melbourne Dylan?"

"It was time to break my home ties and I couldn't decide where to go. Then fate took over. Mom's sister who lives here in Melbourne called to make contact with mom who was out. So we chatted and she said why not get a work visa and come to Melbourne. So here I am."

"And who is your aunt?"

"The irrepressible Kath Sloan who is married to Dick Sloan and both have strong ties with this club."

People broke into huge applause.

"Tell me, did you excel in soccer in Chicago, I understand you lived a little north of the CBD?"

"No but I received good coaching. I relied on swimming for fitness and I used to run out of puff and sometime was even replaced because my game was falling off. But then I began doing other things to increase my stamina, particularly hitting the bike in the gym and now I'm into jogging and already that's providing a great help in toning my fitness level."

"And what are your goals?"

"Well since you are my coach I have to stay to do my very best for my team. I'm also giving serious thought of applying for Australian citizenship when I gain the right qualifications. I love Melbourne, the climate that I've experienced so far is a cracker and people are so open and generally so positive. It's been like receiving a wake-up call."

"Good girl. Well folk, you now know Dylan is a player to watch amid a few more of our females coming through who, with the right coaching and possessing the right mix of application and desire, could very well be vying for selection to the premier league. Thanks Dylan and have a great night."

As Dylan walked away the president said, "Finally a few words from the club's major sponsor, Johnny Wheeler, managing director and chairman of J. J. Wheeler Electronic Appliances." 

There was a huge cheer because Johnny was a club stalwart with an engaging personality.

"Hi folk, another great day for the club and tonight isn't too bad either and it's still got someway to go."

"I took a look at Dylan play today because she's a computer techie and we were about to offer her employment. Well she begins with us on Monday providing she signs up. If she sets up home computer networks and troubleshoots them as well as she plays soccer then we'll have one of the best computer techies in Melbourne. On the field today she grafted hard and looked little different from anyone else apart from two things and Dan and I agree on this: She was playing as hard at the finish as she had at the beginning and oh boy is she fast. The other thing is she has the gift to read ahead of play and be already moving in on her opponent before that luckless girl even is aware a pass is about to come her way. Those two things that Dylan exhibited today suggest she has star quality, but don't expect to see it exhibited flamboyantly. Dylan Magee appears to be a gifted, speedy hard grafter. Oh, one final thought. Coach Daniels presented Dylan with the player of the day award. We all know he's a tight-ass when it comes to dishing out accolades. Well today's award says something, doesn't it? Have a great night and don't drive if you're drinking and I mean that."

At her table Dylan said nervously, "Hey guys, nothing has changed. I'm just the same Dylan Magee you met on Thursday evening. All this has taken me by complete surprise. Those guys are just talking me up."

Sandy Jones said, "Dylan will you allow me to join you when you jog."

"Yes me too," said Meg Davies and Sandra Ryan from the next table called, "Me too Dylan."

"Well yes of course. The streets of Melbourne and the pathways through parks are public thoroughfares. If you want to run with Kath and me go ahead. It will make her feel she's Queen Bee and I reckon that's very appropriate."

Dylan was taking a spell between dances sitting at the bar drinking pineapple juice and talking to Carolyn when a thin woman wearing glasses and in her early forties came up and began talking to them. Carolyn introduced the woman as Janet McGeorge.

Dylan offered to buy Janet a drink but she said she had one at her table.

"I just wanted to say hi and welcome to the club Dylan. I used to play senior soccer for the club and now donate some of my professional time to the club. I'm a lawyer and work in the fields of family and immigration law. I'm prepared to handle your application for citizenship if you decide to proceed with it. There are some hoops to go through but I can take you through them."

"That is very kind of you. I can afford fees though."

"Well as I indicated, this one will be on the house. The club will want to keep its mitts on you. Perhaps if I succeed on your behalf you will consider becoming a client but that's over to you. This offer has no strings attached."

"Jesus," Carolyn said as Janet left them. "You probably couldn't do better than Janet."

"Well that's good to know. Tell me Carolyn, how's your sex life?"

"God you are I are likely to wind up being great friends," Carolyn giggled.

When they left the club Muzza went to a secluded parking spot because his outgoing flat mate was in the apartment having a farewell dinner with his girlfriend who didn't wish to move to Sydney. 

A little later Dylan came up from his crotch breathing heavily, opened his car door and released a stream of semen in her mouth on to the dirt.

Muzza gave her his handkerchief to wipe her mouth and said, "I'll have to teach you to swallow."

"Ha-ha," she said.

"Sorry baby that was an unsympathetic remark. I should know to keep such comments to myself unless I think they really are funny." 

"So you did think that comment was funny?"

He swallowed and said yeah. "Um but I now accept it was unsympathetic."

"Thank you," Dylan said coldly. "I thought it was funny but fucking unsympathetic."

"Right," Muzza said, still back-pedaling. "I'm relieved that we agree on that. You are fantastic at gobbling me."

"It has a proper name."

He sighed and said yeah, it was one of those names conjured up by a committee of dried-up medical people.

"Bloody oath. I can agree with you on that as well."

"Where did you pick up that term?"

"At the table tonight. I heard it used a couple of times. It's rather emphatic and I like it but I guess I shelve its use when moving in genteel company.

"Bloody oath."

Dylan removed her panties and hooked her right foot behind the steering wheel and suggested Muzza just go down on her, the main event could be deferred till tomorrow afternoon.

"I want you fully charged," she said.

"Bloody oath," Muzza grinned, stretching up to kiss Dylan. 



CHAPTER 5

Muzza called Dylan mid morning next day and sounded to be in quite a tizz.

"Pete's just driven off."

She said quietly, "You'll miss him. What's wrong Muzza?"

"It's mom. She called last night and said she is very upset that I'm allowing a women to move in with me, that she and dad and coming down to see if they approve of you."

"Well that's okay. It pays to keep onside with one's mother."

"But you don't understand. I don't want mom to see you and possibly label you."

"What because I'm American?"

Muzza remained silent.

"Come on baby, what's the problem?"

It burst out of Muzza. "Mom has this notion that I run around with the sluts of Melbourne."

Dylan was almost rolling on the floor laughing.

"It isn't funny Dylan."

"No but you are. You've been caught out by your mom chasing sluts to make sure you get your supply of pussy."

"Dylan," Muzza said indignantly.

Back-pedaling Dylan said, "Either that or she's a country woman and has this impression the city is awash with crime and prostitution."

"Ah so you do understand. Dad is a floater but mom is devout Presbyterian."

"Well farmland and church...that explains it all doesn't it?"

Muzza sighed in relief. "Thank god you understand. I didn't think you would."

"That means you can calm down now. When are they arriving?"

"About 1:00 for lunch. They are coming down from Beech worth situated about 180 miles to the northeast of here. They will come to me after having morning tea with dad's sister and his family and will stay tonight with mom's older sister and husband."

"Right, come and collect me and my luggage now. I must be moved in before your mom arrives because that eliminates one of her options of telling you emphatically I can't move in. We need to stop for supplies, I'll cook lunch."

"Can you cook?"

"Of course I can. Did you think I only know how to play soccer and how to fuck?"

"Um, um. No of course not. But I don't think many modern girls really know how to cook."

"I said I could cook. I didn't say I could cook as well as your mother."

"Jesus this is becoming too much for me. I should take a hike."

"You are staying at home buster. Let's get this over in one hit."

"W-whatever you say Dylan."

"Thank you."

Dylan briefed Kath who said, "Oh shit. I've met her a couple of times. To give it to your politely, she can be a bit of a bitch. She's used to running fruit pickers and the other itinerates who provide casual labor with their grapes but I understand she wins respect because she's tough. I know itinerants can be a motley lot but they come in all types and include lovely American girls picking up work while they are touring the country."

"So you are about to say I must avoid confrontations."

"Exactly. Use your dazzling smile, your impeccable manners and don't use four letter words and some of that Australian slang you've picked up. Regard her as been genteel... do you know what that is?"

"Sure like you," Dylan said slyly and almost sent Kath into hysterics.

Later as Kath and Dick were about to wave off the young couple, Kath leaned in through the open window and kissed her niece once more.

"I suppose you two had planned to mark this auspicious occasion with an afternoon sex orgy?"

"Yes but instead will have to settle for a quickie over the kitchen bench while I'm preparing lunch."

Dylan had not been to the apartment previously and found it exceeded her expectations and that made her happy.

"Let's try out the bed," she whispered.

Muzza asked anxiously, "Will we have time?"

"We will providing you don't loiter on the job."

"Oh god."

"Don't bother unless you can get it up really hard."

But it was fine and they rolled apart smiling happily.

"I feel relaxed now," Muzza said.

"I wonder why? Have you just discovered the therapeutic value of sex? Perhaps that's something you could discuss with your mother over a drink.... Just joking," Dylan said, noticing the look of panic arriving on Muzza's face.

At 12.55 Muzza sent Dylan back to the bedroom to put on make up, though light make-up.

"Mom is expecting to meet a slut, not a Nun," he said. "Take off that black dress and wear a sundress. Dad likes seeing a bit of tit."

"Muzza, stop panicking me," Dylan yelled as she ran to the bedroom.

She was standing in bra and panties when the doorbell went. She sighed and said, "What the fuck?" and made no effort to race out to meet the arrivals. Instead she dressed leisurely and got her make-up, hair and bust line just how she wanted and walked out and said to the gray-haired woman, "Hi Vera, how lovely to meet you. I'm Dylan Magee and in case you haven't been told by your wayward son, I'm American."

A moment's stunned silence was broken by Mr Coleman's laugh. "Jesus Dylan, you are beautiful and very classy. I'm Timothy Coleman. Please call me Tim."

"Thanks Tim. Pleased to meet you."

Dylan then bent over the seemingly semi-stunned Vera, kissed her cheek lightly and said, "I can see where Murray received his good looks. What lovely perfume that is. I think it's Yves Saint Laurent Parisienne. Mom has taken to wearing that on formal occasions."

"Yes it is. You appear to be a warm and lovely young woman?"

"Yes, I am my mother's daughter. I was last in line so received that extra attention that many American mothers give to their last born, at least they hope is their last born. Come out at chat with me in the kitchen Vera and let the men talk about the grapes of wrath."

"Are you cooking?"

"Yes."

"Murray usually gives us bought pies surrounded by mashed potato."

"Well Murray was nervous you wouldn't like me so pleaded to me to pull out all stops. I'm really such an uncouth slut who is drunk most of the time, has speech difficulties and my hair is always in such a mess."

"Yes and I'm the legendary bushranger Ned Kelly. I don't know what nonsense my son has been filling your head with but I always take people as I find them and I see you as a beautiful, well-educated and talented young woman."




Induction of Dylan Magee



"Bloody oath Vera."

"Oh darling I really must talk to you about use of Australian slang that is so unladylike to use," Vera said, following Dylan into the semi closed-off kitchen.

"Struth," Tim whispered in awe. "That girl has your mom wrapped round her little finger. Obviously Vera thinks your busty girlfriend is a little cracker."

"And you dad, do you think she'd okay?"

"I'd say she's one out of the box. Hang on to her son."

The plates of sliced beef rib eye roast tasting slightly of garlic and rosemary and surrounded by five vegetables went down a treat as did the American-style apple pie with clotted cream.

"Omigod darling, you are a cordon bleu-class chef," Vera said, patted her bloated stomach at the end of the meal.

Muzza's parents drove off at 4:30 with Vera repeatedly inviting Dylan to come with Murray and stay for a weekend and to make that soon.

"Well I thought that was a success," Dylan said, withdrawing her tongue from Muzza's mouth but leaving her hand down the front of his trousers. He stayed trapped against the inside of the just-closed front door and said, "Bloody oath. I almost died when you said that in front of mom but now realized it was deliberately timed and she fell for it like a sucker."

"Well yes. It was important to me to allow her to feel she was my superior."

"Well you certainly bowled her over and dad is in awe of you as well. He referred to you as my busty girlfriend. I told you he'd notice your knockers."

"God my I'm never going to use that term. Knockers indeed. Right clearing away can wait. Let's go to bed."

Muzza was so gentle and lovely to Dylan as he undressed her, admiring her body, her sweetness, her eagerness to be kind and helpful with people she became involved with.

He pushed his erection at her.

"Would you like to doing something with this?"

"Oooh yes, you poor boy. You have been waiting all afternoon to get to this point. Here let mommy wet it for you."

Muzza watched bug-eyed as she rolled her tongue over the head of his cock, slobbering on to it. And then as the saliva began to dribble off his erection, Dylan moved her face in toward the end thick purple head of his shaft. Looking up at him intently she began feeding it though her thick pouty and very red lips and into her hot and very wet mouth.

It was almost too much for Muzza. He groaned and looked away fighting off looming premature ejaculation and succeeding by a whisker, his balls slowly calming, no longer having to respond to the urgent signal triggered by his brain now that the command signal to ejaculate had been cancelled in the meantime.

He rocked back on his heels to stimulate Dylan into developing that action into fellatio but instead she pulled away, spat out some pre-cum and pulled a leg up and around him and held her legs widely apart and commanded, "Fuck me."

With her butt rolled up like that and presenting a slightly open and slight suppurating cunt, Muzza answered the call and delivered, pushing forward with the erection she had wetted to prepare it for service. In it slipped like a hand into a mitten, and very moist pussy pressed around it totally, triggering sensations for them both.

"Oh god," Dylan groaned, her mouth open until Muzza thrust a finger into it to be sucked.

Dylan had twisted when throwing a leg so that left her at right-angles to her seducer. Muzza had both feet on the floor giving him good grip to thrust and that's what he did, beginning a slow pounding that Dylan rocked into and used her muscles to provide the friction to pleasure them both.

Over the next twenty minutes she came twice but they continued to grind on slowly, being in no rush. When Muzza began to tire Dylan placed her hands behind his ass cheeks to increase his thrusting power and cooed, "Come on, come on. Fill me with thick juicy come."

"I'm (puff) wearing (puff, puff) a condom."

"I know but saying shoot your thick come into the end of a condom is scarcely romantic," she said, beginning to pant.

"Yeah right. A great fuck."

"Yeah."

* * *

Dylan awoke a little tired, stiff and feeling rather well worked over but she expected sex and was a little disappointed when her man awoke, red-eyed and looking a bit exhausted and said, "Oh crap, I'll be late if I don't get going. We've made no arrangements, do you get my breakfast or do I get my own?"

"I'll fix it. What do you want?"

"The usual, coffee and two pieces of toast."

"But that's what I have."

"So?"

"It's quite okay. Usually be this time I'm either at the gym or the pool."

"Really? Tonight we must communicate by writing out our schedules and find if we will have time for sex."

Dylan grinned, knowing he was only half teasing. But it was the other half that worried her.

Dylan arrived at her new workplace, that's if she signed the contract, at 8:55 and as she approached the reception desk the senior woman stood and said, "Miss Magee?"

"Yes."

"I'm Laura Shanks, head receptionist. Please come this way to be inducted by Mr John Wheeler Junior and out HR Manager Mrs Gillespie. On younger Mr Wheeler is known as Johnno,"

Johnno was taller than his father, had the same fleshy face, and weighed at least eighty pounds more than his dad. 

"Hi Dylan, I'm Johnno. That's Laura. Dylan this is Elaine Gillespie, our HR manager who also has a law degree and so she's drafted your contact according to dad's instructions. It's usual for new start field staff not to be required to go through a three-month induction period, the first month of that being on trial as an employee, and it is unheard of for a new start field person to be assigned a company vehicle but that's how dad wants it done. Please sit."

"Hi Elaine."

"Hi Dylan. You will need to take this contract away and read it and so we shall reconvene this meeting at 10:00 tomorrow. That will give you time to have your own lawyer to peruse it if you wish to do that?"

"No I'm only a humble worker. I will rely on your professionalism to have produced an even-handed document. Shall we reconvene at 10:00 this morning?"

That was agreed to and on the way out Elaine took Dylan to a side office off the boardroom and said she would send in coffee.

Dylan took ten minutes to read the six-page contact. It was mostly straightforward. The salary was about 12% less that her rate in Chicago but then she didn't have 24-hour use of a vehicle so she decided she was happy about that. There was provision for her to be away on full pay with her soccer team with her accepting responsibility to minimize time away from work for sport. 

When the meeting resumed Dylan said the salary was a bit lower than she'd expected but she acknowledged she would have private use of the vehicle.

Johnno said, "Dad is anxious that we do support you well as an employer. So what do you say if I lift your salary by 15%?"

"I would say that's a big too generous at this stage. I suggest 10%."

"Agreed."

"Thanks. I notice the contract period runs for three years with renewals to be negotiated. I need a clause added to say something like or alternatively to when my year-long visa expires and I will be required to leave the country unless I have applied successfully for permanent residency before the expiry of my visa."

"I should have been told about your visa restriction," Elaine said curtly. "Did Mr Wheeler know you were on a year-long visa?"

"I'd rather not answer that."

"I see. What other changes do you require?"

"None thank you."

"Well Johnno, that's you done. I will go through the clauses relating to complaints and disciplinary procedures with Dylan and then I'll insert the clause Dylan requires and when she approves of that I'll bring her to you for you and Dylan to sign, with me witnesses the signings."

"Right, this is a honey of a contact for you Dylan but I called your previous company's operations manager after we were approached about hiring you and he assured me we were getting a top-notch operator so that satisfies me as director of operations of this company."

Archie the vehicle fleet manager sat in his office facing Dylan and said sourly, "I have never had such a preposterous order from above in all my twenty-seven years with this company as the one if have received about you."

"Oh yes, and what is so different about my requisition for a vehicle Mr Boswell."

"You call me Archie. Everyone calls me Archie."

"With pleasure Archie. I suppose in your job you receive a ratio of perhaps fifteen complaints to one of appreciation."

"Have you worked in fleet management?" Archie asked suspiciously.

"No but my father and my mother blessed me with intelligence when their mating produced me."

Archie grinned. "God you might by a typical know-all Yank but you know how to deliver when you open your mouth."

"Oooh so its compliment time. I bet your wife gets excited when you are in an expansive mood like this."

"These days I never seem to excite me wife."

"When did you last take home flowers to her Archie."

"Eh?"

"I said when..."

"I heard you. I was trying to remember when."

"Or when you were window shopping with her and she said that's a lovely dress and you said well girl, go in an buy it. It's time I treated you."

"She doesn't buy new dresses these days."

"I wonder why Archie?"

"Eh? Jesus are you one of these psychological experts."

Dylan laughed and said no, she'd just been an observer and could recalled her father's tactics when he was in the crap with her mom."

"Well Dylan you have given me food for thought and thanks. Now back to business. I have an instruction you can have any vehicle in the fleet other than Mr Johnny's, Mr Johnno and Mrs Anna's vehicles."

"Who is Mrs Anna?"

"Anna Slee, company secretary and director of finance of this company, number three in the pecking order. Come over to this screen and I'll run through all the vehicles with details of age, mileage and..."

"Whoa. Have you any vehicles not assigned. I don't wish to take a person's vehicle off them. It will be like seizing their baby, especially since most of them will be guys."

"You must have vehicles not allocated."

"Yeah two standby utes, both older model Holdens. The guys always want the latest model."

"That is just a version of penis boasting Archie. It doesn't matter to me how old my vehicle is. I prefer reliability over everything else and that also applies to men and customers."

"You appear to be far too intelligent for this outfit Dylan. I give you three weeks before you resign in despair."

But Archie would be proved wrong.

A month later Archie received a directive from Johnno.

"I don't like seeing Dylan driving around in that aged ute. She's already proven herself as our best techie in the field. Get in a new ute for her, keeping to fleet specs but have the stereo system upgraded and the best quality seating cover. Ignore what they guys say. Just tell them she's dad's appointee."

Dylan was handed her new vehicle on Friday and because the soccer team had a bye in the draw next day she suggested to Muzza they leave in the morning to spend the weekend with his parents. She said she the 30-mile limit on use of the vehicle had been lifted and it would be a good opportunity to work-in the new vehicle in on a longer trip.

Muzza's mom Vera was hugely excited they were coming and told Dylan three of her friends would like her to take at look at their home computer networks.

Dylan readily agreed knowing Muzza and his mom would like her to do that.

They had a lovely weekend away and Dylan enjoyed the country hospitality. Returning to the city she resolved to herself to make an appointment with Janet McGeorge and apply for permanent residency. On Friday when lifting the distance restriction on her use of the company's vehicle Johnno had told her that the company was prepared to back her to the hilt all the way on her residency application. He said the company had advertised unsuccessfully for an experienced training officer for it's field technical staff and was keen to appoint Dylan to that role and that would strengthen her chances of gaining residency as a skilled worker in an area of proven shortage of skills. Dylan accepted the new job offer, effective in six weeks when the current incumbent retired.

That night she and Muzza went to bed early after their tiring weekend away.

"Darling I'm doing everything I can to win permanent residency in Australia," she said, panting, and removing her feet off Muzza's shoulders and wiping his dripping dick with a hand towel. "It would help hugely if I were married."

Muzza snapped to attention. "Dylan Magee, love of my life. Will you marry me?"

"Oooh yes providing you agree to me having a white wedding," she giggled.

"Yes sure. You look so virginal no one could possibly imagine what a slut you really are."

They rolled into a hug, laughing loudly.

Minutes later Dylan shook Muzza awake.

"Come on we have responsibilities to perform. You call your mom and she'll then want to speak to me. You then get coffee and then I'll call my mom and my parents will both wish to speak to you to try to determine what level of scumbag I've landed myself with."

"Yes Dylan. That's fine. I do love the long periods when you are not bossy."

THE END