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A New Dawn Ch. 05

By: amazed_n_confused



Well people are still sending me positive feedback, so I'm guessing my stories are liked, so here's the next one. I've been really busy lately so it's taken longer than I planed, but I hope you all enjoy it as much as the others. Thanks again and enjoy...

Tom's life was going well. He had a job he enjoyed, and apartment he was comfortable in and he had Dawn. He watched her in the mirror from the bed they shared as she applied her make up and smiled. Yep, things were pretty good.

Dawn saw him watching her and grinned. "What are you smiling about?" she asked.

"Nothing much," he replied. "Just thinking about how sexy you are."

"Well," she said standing up. "Do you think I look sexy enough to go out tonight?"

Tom just stared at her. She stood before him wearing black leather high heals, black stockings and suspenders, black bra and a tiny black thong. She looked stunning.

"I don't know about sexy enough to go out," he laughed, "But you're certainly sexy enough to stay here with me."

"Tough luck lover," Dawn giggled. "Tonight's my night out with some old friends. We're going to go have a few drink and a dance, then I'll be home for this." She giggled again as she gripped his hardening cock through his trousers.

"Mmmmm," groaned Tom. "Keep that up and you set me off before you go."

"Oh no," scolded Dawn. "I want that for when I get back. No wanking until I'm here to watch ok? I want all that lovely cum all over me or inside me."

"Well you'd better hurry up and get ready then, otherwise I'll never keep my hands off of you."

They both laughed and Tom left Dawn to finish. After about half an hour of watching TV, Tom heard Dawn coming down the stairs into the living room. He turned to see her and his breath was taken away. The sexy underwear she was wearing was now covered by the classic little black dress, the hem barely covering her perfect arse, and the top cut low to show off her amazing cleavage.

"Wow!" breathed Tom.

"You like?" asked Dawn, giving a little twirl.

"You look fantastic Dawn," smiled Tom. "I really can't believe how lucky I am to be with you."

"Oh shut up," said Dawn, blushing. "You're the fantastic one. Not many men would put up with me."

"Then they are all fools," laughed Tom, jumping up to hug Dawn.

"I'd better go," said Dawn returning the hug. "The sooner I go the sooner I get back here to you. I love you Tom.

"I love you to. Now have a good night and don't pick up any strange men."

"Why would I, when I've got my very own strange man at home?" she laughed, heading out the door.

"Cheeky!" Tom shouted after her.

By one in the morning Tom had decided he'd wait for Dawn in bed, as there was nothing worth watching on TV. He undressed completely and got into bed, leaving the covers thrown back as it was a hot night. Lying there he began to think of Dawn and how she'd been dressed when she went out. Just the thought of how sexy she looked made his cock begin to stir between his legs. He absent-mindedly reached down to stroke himself, his fingers running up and down the length of his circumcised cock. He stopped abruptly, remembering what Dawn had said about not wanking without her there. He cursed under his breath; this wasn't going to be easy. His cock was already achingly hard and he knew it wasn't just going to go away. He was just considering taking a very cold shower when he heard the front door open downstairs.

"At last," thought Tom as he started to get out of bed. The sound of voices stopped him. "Great," he muttered under his breath. "She's brought a friend home. Well that's my fun and games out of the window."

The sound of women's laughter echoed up from the living room. Tom laid back on the bed and sighed, his cock still hard and touching his belly. "To Hell with it," he thought. "If I'm not going to get any, I can at least get rid of this!" his hand wrapped around his cock and he began to slowly run it up and down. Closing his eyes, he thought about how good Dawn had looked before she went out. The very thought of her made his cock twitch and he quickened his pace, running his fingers up over his tip to smear the leaking pre-cum over himself. Lowering his left hand, he rubbed that too over his glistening cock head, before raising it to his lips to taste himself.

"See," came Dawn's laughing voice from the bedroom doorway. "I told you the horny fucker couldn't keep his hands off it!"

Tom's eyes snapped open. In the doorway were his Dawn and a tall dark haired woman. Both women wore the same wicked grins as they entered the room and sat on the bed either side of him.

"I thought I told you that there was to be no wanking until I got home?" Dawn scolded.

Tom tried to explain himself, but was interrupted by the dark haired woman.

"You can't really blame him Dawn honey," she breathed in a husky voice. "With such a lovely hard cock to play with, I'm not surprised he couldn't leave it alone!"

Dawn laughed. "Tom this is my old friend Natasha. I told her all about you tonight and she insisted on meeting you."

"And now I've met you, I'm glad I insisted," smiled Natasha.

"Glad to meet you too," said Tom, taking in Natasha's beauty. She was a bit taller than Dawn and looked to be in her late thirties. Her dark hair was cut in a bobbed style and her tight black dress barely contained her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were much larger than Dawn's, and the low cut of the dress caused them to almost spill out. Natasha laughed as she saw Tom checking her out.

"I take it you like what you see Tom?" she grinned. "At least you're friend certainly seems too." She reached out and wrapped her long fingers around Tom's hard, throbbing cock and began gliding her hand up and down its length. Tom moaned with pleasure at Natasha's feather light touch.

Dawn moved up the bed as Natasha worked Tom's cock with her hand. Bending down she placed a long, hot, passionate kiss on Tom's lips, feasting on his hungry mouth.

"You don't mind me bringing Nat home do you baby?" Dawn panted as their kiss broke. "I haven't seen her in ages and I just know we can have a wild fucking time together!"

"How could I mind anything you think is good?" smiled Tom. "You're the hottest, most beautiful creature on the planet! Anything you want is just fine with me!"

Tom reached up to Dawn and pulled her back towards him, beginning their kiss over again. His fingers found the zip at the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down, caressing the smooth skin of her back with his free hand as he went. Dawn shrugged her shoulders and let the dress fall away from them before standing and pushing it over her hip and to the floor. She stood there in her sexy black underwear and smiled at Tom and Nat as they smiled back.

"Fuck you still look so fucking horny Dawn," breathed Nat as she drank in Dawns body. She stood and walked around the bed to Dawn, wrapping her arms around her and pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Tom watch the hot pair closely as his hand once again returned to his hard, throbbing cock. Nat removed Dawns bra and bent her head, sucking her nipples hard into her mouth, first the left, then the right, leaving traces of her deep red lipstick all over Dawns heaving tits. Dawn meanwhile began to run her fingers through Nat's hair, pushing her harder against her sensitive nipples.

"Oh yes Nat," moaned Dawn. "Suck on my tits, Suck on Momma Dawn's big tits!"

"So," thought Tom, grinning. "I'm not the only one who Dawn likes to be Momma Dawn for."

Tom watched as Nat sucked hard on Dawns nipples, pulling at them with her teeth as her hand roamed down to Dawns panties, stroking her now visibly hard cock through them. Without saying a word, Nat kissed her way down Dawn's stomach, pulling her panties down as she went so that Dawns hard cock sprang out and slapped Nat's cheek. Both women moaned as Tom saw Nat swallow Dawns cock, inch by tasty inch. Her head bobbed as she sucked hard on the cock before her, obviously enjoying every minute of it.

Both of Dawn's hands rested on Nat's head as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking the older woman's beautiful face.

"Mmmmm Nat, " moaned Dawn. "I didn't think it was possible, but you're an even better cock sucker than I remember!"

With a plopping noise Nat let Dawn's cock slip from her full red lips and smiled up at her.

"That's because I've had a lot of practice honey," she laughed. "And I always love to give you my best you dirty girl."

She leaned forward again and took the cock deep into her mouth before taking it out again and wiping its moist head all over her face. She looked over at Tom and grinned.

"You like watching me suck on this horny little sluts fat cock Tom?" she asked. "Why don't you help me off with my dress while I keep her happy?"

Tom Happily agreed. This was turning out to be a better evening than he had hoped. Maybe both Dawn and he would get a chance to fuck this hot older woman, she certainly seemed up for it. He kissed Dawn quickly before crouching down beside Nat and easing the zip of her dress down. Then, awkwardly he helped her off with it, Nat somehow never fully losing contact with Dawn cock. She'd definitely done this sort of thing before!

Tom marvelled at Nat's near naked body. "She must work out," he thought to himself as he unfastened her bra and freed her huge breasts. He wrapped his arms around Nat and cupped them, squeezing the firm flesh and pinching her nipples before moving down to her French knickers that encased her wonderful arse. Gripping the waist he slid them over her cheeks, kissing her skin as he went until they were around her thighs. Nat stood slowly so that he could remove them completely and turned around to face him, her hand still wrapped around Dawn's hard shaft. Tom was amazed to see a long, thick and incredibly hard cock spring up before him.

Nat smiled at the surprised Look on Tom's face. "Didn't you know I had this baby?" she laughed as she wrapped her fingers around her cock and began stroking it. "I didn't think you'd mind seeing as you're with Dawn here."

Tom smiled back at her, his shock subsiding. "Oh I don't mind at all," he grinned as he leant forward and ran his tongue over the tip of her swollen cock.

"Mmmmm! That's a good boy Tom," Nat moaned, stroking his face with her long fingers. "I can see Dawn's got you well trained."

Tom smiled to himself as he reached up to hold Nat's cock and pull it towards his waiting mouth. It was much larger than either his or Dawn's, a 10 inch monster of hard fat cock, and he just had to taste it!

As he sucked it between his lips, Dawn moved beside Nat and began rubbing her own cock across Tom's cheek.

"I told you he loves girly cock Nat," she panted, obviously getting excited watching her boyfriend suck on Nat. "That's why I love him so much. He's a naughty boy who loves to fuck!"

"Well that's never a bad thing honey," laughed Nat. " And he sucks cock almost as good as me!"

Tom's eyes smiled as he took Nat's cock deeper into his mouth, his tongue flicking along its length as he went. His hands came up and one stroked what he couldn't swallow, while the other lovingly caressed Nat's smooth, firm arse cheeks. Running it over her arse, he ran his fingers up and down the crack, pushing between the cheeks until he felt her tight puckered hole beneath his fingertip.

"Oh baby," moaned Nat. "If you start that you're going to have me cumming all over the fucking place!"

Tom pulled his mouth off of Nat with a pop. "That's the general idea you horny bitch," he grinned as he pushed his finger hard and deep into Nat's arse.

Nat shouted out loud as she grabbed Tom's head and thrust forward, sinking her hot cock deep into Tom's waiting mouth. Not wanting to be left out, Dawn wrapped her lips around Nat's hard nipples, sucking them one after the other into her mouth and pulling at them with her teeth. Nat's hips began to thrust more urgently, pulling on Tom's head and fucking his mouth roughly as her orgasm grew ever nearer.

"Oh that's it you dirty fuckers!" she moaned. "Make me cum in Tom's mouth you kinky sluts!"

Tom liked being called a slut by this horny bitch, and sucked with renewed vigour as he added a second finger to her tight arse.

"FUCKKKKKKK!" screamed Nat as she gripped Tom's head tightly and gave one last powerful thrust forward. Her cock literally exploded as shot after shot of hot tasty cum flew into Tom's waiting mouth, so much that he struggled to swallow and had to pull away. Nat continued to cum hard, her sticky juices landing all over Tom's face and chest as he collapsed back against the bed, while Nat had to be held up by Dawn, the effect of her orgasm was so intense. Dawn's hand was wrapped around Nat's obscenely bobbing as she milked the last of the cum from it and onto her boyfriends body, raising her hand when it was finally spent to share with Nat, each of them snaking their tongues around Dawn's fingers to get it all.

Dawn helped Nat onto the bed and all three just smiled at each other.

"That had to be one of the hottest blowjobs I've ever had," sighed Nat, her huge chest still heaving.

"Well I learnt from the best," grinned Tom as he took Dawn's hand and squeezed it tenderly.

"I'll have to take your word for it Tom," giggled Nat as she rolled over to look at them. "It's been so long since I've had those full, pouty lips of Dawn's around my cock, I can hardly remember."

"Is that a challenge?" laughed Dawn as she kissed Nat.

"Oh it certainly is you naughty, naughty girl," smiled Nat. "But I think we 'should clean your delicious boyfriend up first, don't you?"

Tom gave a dirty grin as both of them helped him up and pulled him onto the bed, their sweat glistened bodies looking so damn hot. Oh yes, this was certainly going to be one hell of a night!

To be continued... 

A New Dawn Ch. 05



"Jesus, look at your tits." Phillip couldn't stop himself.

Lisa blushed. "Don't. I feel so self-conscious. I'm not sure I can do this."

Dawn barged Phillip to one side. "Ignore him, he's been talking about this all day. Come in. You look absolutely fantastic." Lisa was wearing just the one piece of clothing, as promised. It was a simple yellow cotton dress, stopping midway down her thigh. The spaghetti straps were tied in bows on each shoulder and it went straight across from the front. It was tight, so Lisa's breasts jiggled and bounced with every movement. Their shape was clearly detectable as too full globes, which sat high on her rib cage. Dawn noted with a twinge of jealousy that they didn't sag at all, and formed a natural cleavage. The darkness of her areolae was evident as large globes covering the full front of the breast. As she entered the whole chest swayed and then settled. Phillip stared. "Sorry Lisa, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But they really are a magnificent pair."

"Phillip!" Dawn slapped his hand. She was wearing a black jumpsuit, with a built in bra. It was unzipped to show some cleavage, but its effect was not nearly as provocative as Lisa's.

Noticing this Lisa said, "that's not fair. Yours has got a built in bra. You tricked me!"

Dawn smiled, she had wanted Lisa to be the main focus of attention, and she certainly would be. "Not so much tricked you – I just chose carefully."

"Do we need confirmation that it's only one piece of clothing?" Phillip asked.

Dawn looked at Lisa, who sighed and turning round, quickly whipped up her skirt to reveal her naked bum for a second.

"Happy?" she asked.

"Yes, very. Shall we go then?"

They drove to a nearby pub, which had opened recently. Lisa sat in silence all the way while Phillip tried to distract her with small talk. As they walked from the car Lisa tried unsuccessfully to perfect a walking style which would cause her breasts to bounce obviously. 

"You first," said Phillip, opening the door for her.

As she entered three men seated at a tall table all stopped talking and watched her. She hesitated but Dawn came behind her and gave her a gentle push whispering "go on in, remember you're in charge."

"Nice dress love," one of the men commented, nodding towards her chest.

"Thanks," Lisa replied as boldly as she could muster. The men watched her arse as she walked away from them, muttering about the things they would like to do to her.

An old couple were eating a meal and the man stopped, his piece of steak poised inches from his mouth. His wife carried on talking, her back to Lisa so unaware of what her husband was transfixed by. The rhythm of her breast movement had gained a powerful momentum so as she hurried to here seat they rose, almost to the point of emerging from the top of the dress, and then crashed downwards, like breaking waves. She winked at the old man who was startled back from his reverie and looked hurriedly at his wife, who continued with her conversation, oblivious to the interchange.

Lisa sat in a booth with Dawn, while Phillip bought the drinks. 

"That was fun wasn't it?" Dawn asked.

Lisa was breathing heavily, "I don't know. It's nothing really, but in the context of all your stories it felt like an endurance test. I feel like I've just run a hundred metres." Then, giggling, "did you see the old guy over there? I thought he was going to have a heart attack when I winked at him."

Dawn chuckled, "I know. Great isn't it? Men are just so weak about this."

"What's that?" Phillip placed the drinks on the table.

"Just saying how weak you men are."

"I know. Morally, and for me, physically. A good pair of breasts does actually leave me feeling slightly weak. So, with you two tonight, I'm barely able to lift my pint."

"Anyway, on with the stories," Lisa said, nudging Dawn's hand to begin.

"Right. Well I left Naples and travelled by train and boat to Paros. Nothing much to report on the journey I'm afraid. I met Maria's cousin, Luca, in the bar of the hotel Zeus. Like Maria, he was big and not particularly friendly. The bar had two parts to it, one overlooking the pool where you served during the day, and then it continued inside to the bar and restaurant area, which was busy at night. It was quite a large hotel and packed in the summer, so with minutes of arriving I was busy serving.

"I was determined not to let things drift this time, as I had done in Capri. As soon as I started I was thinking about every person, man or woman, who came to the bar, 'is this one? Should I try something?' I felt a bit ashamed to be honest. People were chatting away and I was thinking 'shall I fuck them?' Like all recent converts I was a bit over-eager.

"Anyway, despite it occupying nearly every conscious thought, nothing happened for a couple of days. There were quite a few bar staff, but one girl I had noticed on particular. She had blonde hair and the most amazing legs. She was slim, with striking green eyes, but what I really noticed was her strong chin and the accompanying self-confidence. She always wore tight shorts and little tops which showed her smooth stomach. She seemed dismissive of almost everyone around her, which of course only drew them to her even more. I hadn't even spoken to her, I found her too intimidating, but I couldn't stop looking at her when she was working. I had found out her name was Abbi and she was American, but that was it.

"On my third day we were working the pool bar together. She didn't say hello and about half way through the shift she began talking to an Italian woman I had seen around. She was beautiful, with long curly black hair and a gorgeous smile. She kept showing this now as she talked to Abbi, in what I recognised as a flirtatious manner. It was obvious that Abbi was having an effect on her, and equally obvious that Abbi meant to do just that. 

"I had to serve a young teenager, who had those first flush of hormones racing around him. Earlier he had ordered a coke by talking directly to my breast. Now, he ignored and stared, open-mouthed at Abbi and her friend. I gave him his drink and change and when I turned back, they had gone. I saw them disappearing beyond the pool, holding hands heading for the beach.

"I sat there for a while. Then I couldn't resist it. I _had_ to go and see what they were doing. Most people were sunbathing so I quickly hopped over the bar and followed after them. A rocky path led down to the beach. The main beach was to the left, but I guessed they had gone to the secluded part to the left. This was much rockier, with only a short strip of beach so not used by tourists much. I crept along, feeling almost sick with nerves and excitement. 

"As I delicately stepped around a corner, I heard a soft moan. I quickly crouched down behind a rock and peeked over. Abbi had the Italian pushed up against the cliff wall. Her bikini top was off, revealing small, dark nipples. Abbi was licking this and the underside of the Italian's neck, who was moaning and running her fingers through Abbi's golden hair and clutching desperately at her shoulders. She was obviously very aroused. Abbi went down on her knees and pulled her lover's bikini bottom down to get at her neatly trimmed pussy. She dived in, ferociously licking and sucking her, prising apart her lips with her fingers. The Italian was in raptures now, moaning loudly, biting her lip and clenching and unclenching her hands. I couldn't resist and my hand went to my shorts as well. I slowly worked my hand inside my knickers and began rubbing my clit. 

"'Jesus' someone whispered next to me. It was the teenage boy who was standing there, watching the scene in front of him, unable to believe this one was actually real and not one of his many fantasies. I quickly put my hand to my lips to tell him to be quiet and yanked him down behind my rock. In truth, I don't think they would have heard us had we been shouting, they were so engrossed with each other now. Abbi pulled the Italian down and they rolled on the beach, Abbi frantically fingering her lover. 

"Then came the moment I, and I guess my new voyeur friend, had been waiting for, Abbi sat up and peeled off her top to expose her perfect breasts. They were smaller than mine but with a beautiful upturn and neat nipples that adorned the tips. I couldn't watch without stimulation, so not caring about the boy next to me, I returned my hand to my pussy and began to masturbate much more vigorously. He was obviously feeling the same way as he tugged his swimming trunks down and began wanking, not taking his eyes off Abbi who was now sitting on the Italian's face, her shorts discarded. Her perfect bum was going up and down as she was licked to climax. I was momentarily distracted from the scene by the sight of my young friend's cock. It was a surprisingly large one, a nine inches which he was beating quickly. I reached to my side and took it in my hand, wanking him slower than he had been. He looked at me briefly, and then snapped back to the lesbian scene. So, with one hand in my own knickers and the other wrapped around this lad's big cock, we watched as the two women rolled into a sixty-nine position and licked each others pussies furiously. Abbi had her head buried deep between the Italian's legs, her hand also working away. Then there came a long scream, audible above the crashing waves and the Italian started bucking wildly. Abbi kept at her task, like holding on at a rodeo. The other woman was clawing desperately at her buttocks, her screams now coming in short bursts. At this point Abbi looked up from her task, her mouth glistening. She looked straight at us, winked and then went back to making her lover come, whose back was now arching as she went over the edge.

"So she knew she had an audience. That made me pause, but it was too late for my young companion. My hand was jerked down with some force as he spurted his spunk onto the sand. 'Oh God,' he moaned. 'She is so fucking horny.' He pushed his cock up against my thigh, leaving a trail of jism down it.

"Momentarily distracted from the lesbian scene, we both looked at his pool of spunk solidifying on the sand like a beached invertebrate. He looked a bit embarrassed and put his thick cock back in his trunks. 

"'you okay?' I asked him.

"'Mmhmm,' he mumbled, looking down. I felt sorry for him and, okay quite horny, so I fished out his cock again. 

"'I know I'm not as horny as her,' I said, peeling off my top. 'But I really need a fuck and your cock looks so good.'

"He had finally stopped looking at Abbi and was now staring at my tits. I felt his cock twitch almost reluctantly. That's the good thing about teenagers, they can get hard in an instant. He reached forward for my breasts, slowly as if he thought they might disappear if he moved too quickly. As he grabbed them, he moaned softly. I had no doubt that this was his first encounter with a naked woman, and he had imagined the encounter many times. I was still rubbing my clit and needed to speed things up. So I knelt on all fours and took his cock in my mouth. It twitched again at this new experience and I felt it expand in my mouth, pushing me back. After a couple of quick bobs of my head, it was back to its impressive full length again. I really wasn't up for any foreplay, so I quickly tugged my shorts and knickers off. Staying on my knees, I turned around and offered my arse up to him.

"'Fuck me, please,' I begged. He eased his cock head in. Even though I was very wet by this time, it still needed some guidance and caused some discomfort. Like many inexperienced men, he started fucking at full rhythm straight away. I wasn't complaining though, I wasn't after subtlety at that stage.

"With all the stimulation prior to this, I started coming almost immediately. He reached around and inexpertly fumbled with my tits, which were swinging below, the nipples grazing the sand. I could feel his big cock pushing right up into me and he was pumping frantically. 

"'Oh God,' I squealed, louder than I expected. 'I'm coming already.' I was biting my lip, looking down at the sand, when suddenly I became aware of a pair of feet in front of me. I looked up and there was Abbi, wearing just her knickers. The Italian was next to her, with her arm around Abbi's waist. They were both looking at us with an air of amusement.

"'Looks like we've got some audience participation,' she said. 

"I realised I didn't look particularly good, on all fours, being fucked by a teenage boy, and I had so wanted to impress her. I was looking at the underneath of her neat breasts, the upturned nipples outlined against the blue sky. But what really had my focus were those magnificent legs, stretching above me.

"The boy had stopped his movement, and I could feel his cock beginning to shrink inside me. I was at the tipping point, caught just before I started to come and there was no way I could stop now. I reached behind me, pushed him back into me, and bucked my buttocks up against him. 

"'I think she needs to come,' Abbi said to the lad, who startled back in to his current task, started thrusting into me again. 'Is that better?' she asked.

"I nodded, my eyes closed. Abbi stepped closer to have a view of our fucking. 'He's got a big cock hasn't he?' 

"'Oh, yes,' I said. 'A nice big cock.'

"The Italian also peered over, they were like a pair of doctors doing their rounds. She giggled and whispered something to Abbi who said 'go on, I'm sure she won't mind.' The Italian then knelt down next to me, with one hand started kneading my swinging breasts, and with the other alternated between rubbing my clit and stroking the lad's cock as he entered me. This was more than both of us could stand and he thrust deep into me, pushing me forward as he poured his spunk into me. I was near-delirious by this stage and reached out blindly. I grabbed Abbi's calves with both hands and held on tightly as wave after wave of orgasm flooded through me. The Italian was still rubbing my clit pussy. Her hands were soaking wet with a mixture of our love juices. Then with one final grunt and push, the lad finished off and collapsed on top of me. I had my face on Abbi's feet, which she extracted with a rather disdainful air. Picking the Italian up, she walked away, while I lay there exhausted. All I could think about was how pitiful I must have looked to someone I thought was cool. That's one of the great and bad things about sex – it really strips away pretensions.

"Anyway, Lisa I could do with another drink. All that talk of sex makes me thirsty. Do you want to get them in?"

Lisa looked panicked. "Me? Oh God, I can't. Look at me," she said indicating her flushed face and neck, and her nipples, which strained against the flimsy fabric of her dress. "I think I might be, you know, wet," she said. "I can't get up."

"Of course you can. Just go over there and order three drinks. We're sitting right here. Go on, Lisa, you know this is part of it."

Lisa gulped, but both Phillip and Dawn knew she was willing. "Okay," she said, looking down. "But Phillip, promise me you'll come and rescue me if I get too much attention."

"Of course Lisa," Phillip squeezed her hand. "Remember, just enjoy it."

With a deep breath Lisa stood up, patting down here dress. She arched her head over he shoulder to look for a wet patch. There was a small one, but not very visible in the yellow dress. The movement though had forced her breasts forward, and Dawn registered that this had caught the attention of two men at the bar who were now waiting for the next development. Lisa walked to the bar, her breasts jiggling as before, but this time their movement pronounced by the pointed nipples that seemed ready to break the confines of the dress. At the bar, she chose an empty spot, but this meant she had to wait to be served. All this time the two men had not shifted their gaze from her. She was now aware of this and tried to look away. Then, with a word to his friend, one of the men walked up to her. Lisa looked worried, but he seemed friendly enough. He was about her age, wearing a suit with the current trend for short cropped hair. He seemed nervous too, as if he didn't do this sort of thing often, but in this instance had felt compelled to.

"Give him a few minutes," Dawn said to Phillip.

They watched as the young man struggled for conversation, with little response from Lisa. He had made a valiant attempt to look at her face as he spoke, but when she ordered drinks, he allowed himself to stare at her breasts.

"Best go and help her," Dawn said. "And Phillip, tease her a bit, okay?"

He grinned and made his way over to Lisa who looked relieved. "Dave here wanted to know if I wanted to go clubbing, but I said I was otherwise engaged."

The young man stepped back, raising both hands in deference. "Sorry, mate, I didn't realise she was with anyone."

"That's alright," nodded Phillip. "I can't really blame you. I keep telling her not to dress like this if we're coming out, but she likes to show of her body."

Lisa looked angry and about to protest, but Phillip playfully pinched her bum and she relaxed. He put his arm around her waist and she cuddled into him, playing the role.

"You're a lucky bloke," Dave said, waving his drink in the general direction of her chest.

"I know, great set of tits aren't they? She does like to flash them off a bit. I say it's not fair on blokes though. I bet you're not wearing any knickers either are you darling?"

Lisa was enjoying herself now and shook her head, looking up coyly. "I must have forgotten."

Dave looked dumbfounded at this and looked intently at Lisa's crotch area, as if he might be able to see through the dress if he tried hard enough.

"It gets her turned on for later, you see," Phillip continued.

Dave managed to look at Phillip. "Oh, right. In that case, give her one for me," he joked.

Phillip nodded, "okay, what position do you want me to give her one from you in?"

"Oh. Errrm, doggy?" Dave enquired tentatively.

"Okay, she likes that. Lisa, when we're in doggy position tonight, pretend it's Dave here, okay?"

"Okay," Lisa smiled sweetly at Dave.

"I don't suppose you want any company tonight do you?" Dave asked, not very convincingly. 

"No we're okay thanks. You going to wank about her tonight?" 

Dave looked around at his friend, seemingly out of his depth in this conversation. As he did so, Phillip slid his hand up Lisa's side and lightly stroked the side of her breast. She stiffened but didn't move. Phillip now gathered some of the dress material, pulling it down over Lisa's breast. She stiffened further, but Phillip squeezed her with his arm and she stood still. When Dave looked back a third of the dark areola of her left breast was peeking out. He just stared at it silently, his face crumpled.

"Give Dave a kiss now Lisa, for being such a good sport. We need to get back to our table."

Dave looked relieved, he had lost control of this situation long ago. Lisa kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "have a nice wank," in his ear. With a coquettish wave, she went back to the table, this time with a brazen swagger, which thrust her breasts out in front of her. Dawn grinned at her, encouragingly. She giggled uncontrollably when she had sat down. "I thought he was going to faint when you pulled my top down," she said in between greedy gulps from her drink.

"Felt good didn't it?" Dawn asked.

Wiping her nose, Lisa nodded then looked Dawn in the eyes and said, "Dawn, it felt fantastic. Like I could do anything."

"You can. Liberating isn't it?"

"First of all I was scared. Then when Phillip came over and we started playing a game, I felt kind of... empowered."

"Empowered – that's it exactly. That's when you know you're doing it right. Mind you I didn't feel particularly empowered after I had been fucked by that young lad on the beach."




A New Dawn Ch. 05



"Is there more to tell?" Lisa was agitated. "I want to hear as many stories as possible. I feel like they're not just entertainment now – they're lessons."

Dawn squeezed Phillips knee under the table and he stroked her ankle in acknowledgement. "Yes, there's plenty more – thirteen years of them in fact. And I want you to hear all of them over the next few months. But for now, let's see if I can finish the story of my European trip."

"I can't wait to hear all of them. But before you start, I'm going to adjust my skirt so I'm not sitting on it. That way, if I get a little, you know, moist, it won't show." She tugged the back of her skirt up, so she was now in direct contact with the seat. She laughed at the surprised looks from Phillip and Dawn. "You've got to be prepared. If it's like the last story, I'll be walking out of here with a big patch on my skirt, looking like I've wet myself. Anyway, back to your story Dawn."

"Yes, but you let me know if you're getting too moist there. 

"After the session on the beach I went back to work, rather shamefaced. I didn't speak to Abbi and she kept smirking at me. The next day we were working behind the bar again, she came up to me and said 'Luca wants to see us in his office. He's pissed at us leaving the bar unattended yesterday. A guest complained.' She was very cool about it.

"'Oh shit,' I said. 'Will he sack us?'

"She smiled and stroked my cheek quite tenderly as if to say 'poor fool.' Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gave me a quick appraisal. I was wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. Abbi had on a white cotton blouse and some beige cargo shorts. 'Wait here, we need to change,' she said and disappeared around the bar to a cupboard. 

"She returned waving a top and some shorts at me. 'I always keep these handy in case of emergencies.' I didn't know what emergencies she had in mind. The shorts were very small and made of a blue satin-lycra type material. 'These are my fuck-me pants. No offence, but these probably wouldn't fit you. They don't fit me really.' She was a bit skinnier than I was, but I thought it a bit egotistical to mention it. She gave a quick look around, and seeing it deserted, she quickly pulled her shorts down. She wasn't wearing any knickers so I had a nice view of her arse again. She pulled on the tiny shorts, which resisted as she tugged them up. Eventually she had them over her bum, the fabric seemingly moulded to her. She bent down and looked back at me, 'what do you think?'

"I was loathe to indulge her ego, but I had to admit her bum screamed to be touched. The shorts made it a neat package that protruded towards me. I wanted to slap it and stroke it. 'I, errr..' I mumbled.

"'Yep, thought so,' she said, standing up. 'Now you have the top so between us we should be drop dead. I'll make an adjustment to mine.' Another quick look around and she unbuttoned her top. She wasn't wearing a bra either, and she opened her top fully to flash me those lovely breasts again. Then she tied the top together in a rough know, just below her breasts.

"'Stop gawping and get your top on,' she commanded. 'Shame we can't do anything about those shorts, but never mind.' She thrust the top in my hand. It was a blue and white check blouse, with an elasticated waist. 'You'll need to take your bra off,' she said.

I pulled my t-shirt off and ducking down behind the bar undid my bra. Abbi snorted, 'you weren't this shy yesterday.' I put the top on. The waistband was just below my breasts, so my belly was exposed. There were only four buttons in the front. Abbi was smaller than me in the chest area, and I had to push my breasts in around the side. The second button was a struggle, the third one barely held and the fourth one wouldn't do up at all. My breasts were spilling out of it.

"'Fantastic,' Abbi declared dryly. 'That's some tits you've got there. Just follow my lead once we're in there." As we waited outside she said, 'by the way, I don't fuck blokes, so if there's any of that you'll have to do it. You don't mind do you?'

"'Hold on,' I said, 'I don't just fuck anyone.'

"'Just young boys is it?' she sneered.

"'That was different. I was turned on by, you know...'

"'Spying on me. So you really wanted me to fuck you did you?'

"'Yes, no, it was just...'

"'Come in,' Luca called and we both went in, looking angrily at each other.

He was sitting behind a desk in a humid office. He didn't look at us for ages, just carried on reading a document and smoking. We stood in front of him. It was just like being sent to see the headteacher. Abbi must have thought the same because she nudged me and I could see she was struggling not to laugh. That started me off, so by the time he looked up we were both smirking and feeling playful.

"'Do you know why I've called you here?' He tried to remain the gravity he felt the situation merited, but he was clearly put off by having two sexy women in front of him. His eyes flashed in surprise at Abbi, and in a fluster, he turned to me, and stammered over his words as he registered the amount of breast on display. 

"'I can't have the bar left unattended,' he managed to say, now looking down at his desk. 'I don't want to be a tough boss, so if you have to go to the toilet or something, that is fine, but there was no-one there for an hour yesterday. I can easily get other staff if you mess me around. Have you got an explanation?'

"Abbi stepped forward and leant over his desk. 'Oh, Luca, we're so sorry. We needed to buy some new clothes for a night out.'

"He looked up and was confronted by a view down Abbi's top, her swaying breasts clearly visible. 'I bought these shorts,' she continued. 'Do you like them?' She turned around and gave him the same view of her bum that she had given me. Luca seemed stricken, clutching the edge of his chair as if her arse might physically attack him. 'And Dawn bought this top. Do you like it? I said to her it was too tight for her big tits, but she likes it like that. Naughty isn't she?'

"I stepped forward at this point and Abbi stood next to me. I pushed my chest forward and felt the material slip down a little. The top of my nipple began to poke out. Abbi pointed to it and said, 'she wants to wear it behind the bar. But I don't think she should do you Luca. Look her tits are about to burst out and we don't want that do we?'

"At this point Luca gave up, 'yes,' he moaned. 

"'Yes, what?' Abbi teased him. 'Yes, she should wear it behind the bar, or we do want her tits to burst out?'

"He now unzipped his trousers and put his hand inside and started rubbing himself. 'Yes I want her tits to burst out,' he pleaded.

"Abbi nodded and undid the top button, which sprang apart with relief. My nipples were now both half-visible out of the top. 'Oooh,' Abbi said. 'Here come those tits Luca. Are you wanking yourself there? Get it out. We don't mind seeing a cock do we Dawn?' Then she undid the next button and the right hand side of the top peeled open to fully expose that breast. 'Look at that lovely nipple Luca. I think I might have to suck it. Shall I?'

"'Oh God, yes,' he said, now wanking his exposed cock vigorously. Abbi leant forward and took my nipple in her mouth, sucking softly, looking up at me with a playful flutter of her eyes. I reached around to cradle her tight arse. She pulled away and said, 'Shall we undo the last button and see these lovely tits in full?'

"'God, just do it. I'm going to come.' 

"Abbi undid the last button and pulled the top apart. 'They are nice,' she said appreciatively. 'Sorry, Luca, I think I'm going to have to fuck her, right here in your office. You don't mind do you?'

"Luca just grunted. Abbi snogged me then, pushing her tongue in my mouth. She was fondling my breasts roughly and pushing her thigh up into my groin. Then her hand went into my shorts and found its way to my moist pussy. She slipped her finger in and started working it around. I moaned and tugged at the knot on her top to reveal her tits. 

"'Do you want me to fuck you?' Abbi whispered in my ear.

"'Yes,' I moaned, rubbing her breasts. Her areolae contracted to two small swirls. I kissed them lovingly. 'Are you sure you don't want Luca's cock?' she teased me. 

"'No,' I kissed her again. 'I want you to fuck me Abbi. Please fuck me.'

"She pushed me on to the desk and pulled my shorts and knickers off. She spread my legs and started licking my clitoris while finger fucking me. I had never done anything like this with a girl before and I always thought it would disgust me, but I have to say she was fantastic. I had my feet up on the corners of the desk and my back raised up as I bucked under her expert technique. I was vaguely aware of Luca standing above me, wanking and rubbing my tits. Just when I was about to come, Abbi stopped and climbed on top of me. She guided Luca's cock towards my mouth and we both put our lips around its side, so we were kissing across his prick. We moved our mouths up and down its length, like some bizarre musical instrument. This was more than he could stand and with a shove that broke our contact, he sent a jet of spunk across the room. Abbi pulled away and guided his cock onto my tits, wiping the sperm across the nipples. Then she pushed him away, discarding his used member. She climbed up onto my face then, positioning her naked pussy above my mouth. She was very athletic to hold that pose on the desk. 

"I had never done this before, but dived in. I thought it might taste revolting, but she tasted sweet. I licked her clit as she had done mine, and slipped in one, then two and finally three fingers into her pussy. She bobbed up and down, stroking my hair. I continued like this for a few minutes and thought I couldn't carry on much longer when she gripped the back of my head and thrust it into her pussy. She ground down on my face and I felt her grip tighten, and she said quickly, 'that's it, that's it, that's it.' Then with a long quiver, she released me and fell back, panting. 

"After a few minutes she got off me, and picked up her clothes. Luca was sitting back in his chair, wiping his forehead. 'So, Luca have we still got our jobs?'

"'Yes, of course.' 

"'Then you won't mind if we take the afternoon off to get on with some serious fucking will you? You can look after the bar.'

"She pulled me up and I put on my clothes as we left the room before Luca could answer. I went to wipe the jism off my chest, but Abbi grabbed my hand. 'I'll lick that off later. Besides, I want everyone to know you've just been fucked. You're beautiful when you've just been fucked do you know that?'

"She dragged me through the hotel, with a few people staring after us as we were both half-naked and dishevelled. We went to her flat and spent all afternoon and night making love, over and over. She knew I was a novice at lesbianism and taught me all these techniques. I realized an important difference between having sex with men and women. With men, it's all about the orgasm, but not so with another woman. We spent hours playing with each other, without coming. Then we would build up to it, but it was mixed up, a sort of continual sensual experience rather than one or two peaks. And of course, women can go for much longer than a man. I think that's why my favourite is to make love to a man and a woman at the same time. You get that intensity from the man and also the longevity from the woman.

"Anyway, that was the start of a four week relationship. I moved in with her that day. I never got to go to Germany in the end, although that had been the main aim of my trip. I went to Germany the following summer and met another girl, Nadia, there, who had the most magnificent tits the world has ever seen. That was a very different relationship from the one I had with Abbi. Nadia was soft and loving, and we're still in contact. Abbi wasn't like that all, she was a fascinating person, by turns cruel, tender, funny and serious. I think she was one of those people who are a bit fucked up by being so attractive – they don't know how to relate to people normally. She also had a strange fixation with seeing me get fucked by men, but she would never do that. She liked me to do it, as if she was doing it by proxy. Luca would occasionally call us up to his office for a repeat performance. He never tried to fuck us, just wanked while we fucked each other. It meant we got away with murder in the bar.

"I probably fucked about ten blokes over that four week period, nearly all with Abbi present. I would have been happy with just her, and I think she was loyal to me, but it was if she needed me to have sex with men to prove that it wasn't serious. , but I won't tell you all of them. There are a couple worth hearing though, but I think we need to be getting going now. Are you moist by the way Lisa?"

"Absolutely soaking," she said and then, without looking up, "can I stay with you guys tonight?"

"You know what that means don't you?"

"Yes."

"Say it then."

"It means you will both fuck me." Lisa held Dawn's gaze at this point. "And that's what I want. I'm so horny. I really need to be fucked Dawn."

"Well you could always go home with those two blokes at the bar if you want to get a good fucking."

"No, it's you and Phillip I want. And I know you want me too."

"Show me your pussy," Dawn said.

Without hesitation, Lisa lifted her skirt under the table. Dawn and Phillip peered over the table to see her neatly trimmed brown bush. 

"Come on you guys, please." 

"Okay," Dawn acquiesced. "Let's go." 



A New Dawn Ch. 05



Hi kids. Fair warning: this one's kind of long and there's not a whole bunch of sex in it. Sorry; as I've said before, the characters decide what they're going to do and my job is just to write it all down. I'll make it up to you, though, because it appears that Ass Night is going to happen after all.

- Chunks

Jay, Laura, and I were naked and lying in the backyard, enjoying the summer sun and talking, when a woman came through the gate and walked towards us. 

"Hi Mom," Laura said.

Uh-oh, I thought. Laura was our neighbors' daughter and had been tanning nude with us for the last month, ever since she had come over to swim and caught me coming out of the pool sans suit. We had told her that she could come over to use the pool any time, and when she caught me I had to explain that we considered the pool a clothing optional zone. She had taken to it immediately and was pretty much spending her summer with us. Sometimes she brought girlfriends along. They were all only 16 or so and although I didn't touch them and was doing nothing technically illegal, somebody who was really pissed might try to charge me with contributing to the delinquency of a minor, or moral turpitude, or promoting skin cancer in naughty places, or some such. 

Jay sat up and I stood. I had no idea whether Laura had told her parents what she did over here. I studied her mother's face as she approached, looking for signs of murderous rage. Instead, she had a quirky little smile on her face. She stopped in front of me, looked at my body for a while, then back up at me as she stuck out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Laura's mom Cyndi," she said as we shook hands. "And you must be the famous Johnny." She looked down at my body again. "I must say, you're exactly as she described you."

"Nice to meet you," I said. "And this is my girlfriend Jay." They shook hands, too, and we all sat down.

"I was afraid you might be upset to find us all nude," I said.

"Laura and I don't have secrets," she said. "I've known since day one that you're all nudists, that Laura has been joining you, and that you've never touched her except to put suntan lotion on her back when she asks you to. Although I know that she wishes you would touch her elsewhere."

"Mom!"

"Anyway, I don't have a problem with it and neither does her dad, although he refused to come over here himself because he doesn't feel comfortable seeing Laura nude."

That was weird, I thought. He was okay with me seeing Laura nude but afraid of seeing his own daughter. If I had a daughter I suspect she'd be naked all the time like her dad. But I didn't have a daughter, so what did I know?

"I've been thinking about tanning nude at home," Laura said.

"I'll put 911 on speed dial for your father's heart," Cyndi said. Then she looked at me again. "I don't know the protocol for nudism. But it's hard for me to not stare at your cock. Is that okay with you? Will your girlfriend strangle me if I do?"

Laura rolled her eyes and groaned, "Mom."

"Feel free to stare," Jay said. "I know I do."

"It's gorgeous," Cyndi said.

"Oh, my God," Laura said under her breath. 

"Sure," I said. "But if you stare at my body I get to stare at yours."

"Except that you can't see as much as I can."

"No. But I know how to fix that," I said.

She blushed. "I couldn't," she said.

"Really? Why?"

"I'd be embarrassed."

"Really? Why?"

She stared at me as she thought about it. And thought. It was obvious that the answer was so basic that she couldn't come up with it.

"Let me help you," I said. "A: you've always worn clothes. B: you've been taught to be ashamed of your body, at least parts of it. C: you've been taught that other people will be shocked if you don't have clothing on when you're with them. D: you've been taught that clothing is your defense against men getting to your naughty bits. Am I missing anything?"

She looked at me for a while. "No, that about covers it," she said. I noticed that sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. The sun was doing its usual work.

"Well, let me divest you of those learnings, out of order. C: we wouldn't be shocked if you got naked. D: having clothes on won't protect you against some men, and being naked is still safe with better men. A: you haven't always worn clothes. When you were a baby, and most likely when you were a child, you were free to run around nude including outside where the sun beat down on your naked body. You didn't know any better at that point; no one had yet beaten the joy of it out of you. B: you have nothing to be ashamed of for several reasons. First, you're fucking gorgeous. And that's an expert opinion, by the way. Second, every woman's body looks basically the same; you're not going to shock anyone by revealing that you have tits and a pussy. We've all seen it before. "

She stared at me. "You're good at this," she said. "It all makes sense."

"Get naked, Mom!" Laura said.

"Not this time," she said. "I have to get back to your dad. Maybe next time. Oh, I almost forgot why I came over." She looked at me. "Richard and I are planning a little getaway and we were wondering... we were wondering if you'd be willing to let Laura stay here with you for a few days."

I stared at her.

"I know it's quite an imposition and it's totally okay for you to say no. I was just thinking that she already spends most of the day here, and that she'd enjoy staying here if you wouldn't mind having her."

"It'd be cool," Laura said, excited. "Please, Johnny?"

I stared at Cyndi. "I'd be naked most of the time."

"She doesn't seem to have a problem with that."

I sighed. I was willing to do this but Cyndi needed to know what she was buying into.

"I live with two girlfriends. You've met Jay but not Mary Beth."

"I know about that. And that your niece Dawn lives with you, too. I told you: Laura and I don't have any secrets."

I'm a very private person but for some reason I needed Cyndi to understand everything. "Dawn shares our bed," I said.

She stared at me for a moment. "Ah," she said. "Well, your being willing to tell me that just reinforces my sense that I can trust you." She turned to Laura. "Did you know about that, Sweetie?"

Laura was looking at me with an expression that I couldn't read. "Yeah, I'd pretty much figured that out. I've seen them kiss, and it wasn't the usual uncle/niece kind of kiss."

"Has there been sex going on here in front of you?"

"No," Laura said. "Dammit."

"You're not afraid that I'll corrupt your daughter?" I said.

Cyndi looked at me. "I know that you've spent days with her, both of you nude, knowing that she wants you, and you've never so much as touched her. I don't think there's anyone I trust more not to corrupt her."

Jay spoke up. "Johnny is the most trustworthy person I know," she said. 

I looked at Jay. "What do you think?"

She took on what I thought of as the "Jay is pondering" expression. "We have too many rooms. Laura can have one all to herself. We all like her a lot. I'm fine with it, and the other girls will be, too. We can take her shopping!"

"Don't spoil her," Cyndi said.

Jay made a pouty face. "Just a little, maybe?" she said.

Cyndi laughed. We worked out the logistics. Today was Saturday; Cyndi and Richard would leave on Monday and return the following Sunday. We talked about where they would be going, contact information, a medical release letter, and so on. Money for her board, which Jay and I politely declined. Cyndi agreed to type everything up. 

We talked about ground rules. Laura apparently didn't have many of them.

"She's a great kid. Very mature and self-directed. You should know that we let her drink at home," Cyndi said. "Wine with dinner, beer sometimes if she wants it. She had a margarita once."

"Twice," Laura said.

"Wow," I said. "She's never gotten into the booze here."

"We took the European approach with her," Cyndi said. "They start their kids on wine and water when they're pretty young. By the time they're teenagers, booze is no big deal. Unlike most kids here in the States who go crazy with it once they can get their hands on it. So feel free to let her drink with you if you're okay with that."

"Okay," I said.

Cyndi gazed at me for a while. "And... you shouldn't have to worry so much about how you touch her," she said. "She's gonna be your kid for the next week. You're probably going to have to hug her. And she'll need suntan lotion on more than just her back. And... I hear you give a wicked massage."

Wow. When Cyndi trusted someone, it was wholehearted. "We'll see," I said. "I may be trustworthy, but I'm still a male animal. With the typical male reactions."

"We'll keep everything on the straight and narrow," Jay said. "There will always be at least one of us girls here."

"That's that, then," Cyndi said as she got up. "Laura, please be home by six so we can eat and have time to figure out what you need to pack."

"We don't need to pack, Mom," Laura said. "I'm five houses away."

"There's that," Cyndi said. "Okay, I'm off. Thank you so much Johnny, Jay. I'll see you here next Sunday."

"No," I said.

She stared at me.

"Not unless you're naked."

She continued to stare at me. Then that quirky smile hit her face again.

"See you here next Sunday," she said.

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I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt in the kitchen making carnitas when Meyer came over on Monday evening. He gazed out the sliding glass door at the six beautiful young naked women in the pool playing Marco Polo. Every once in a while one would cheat and climb out of the pool, water running down her body as she ran to a different part of the pool and jumped back in. Meyer turned to me.

"Fuck you," he said.

"Why?" I said.

"I don't know. Just... fuck you and this fucking thing you have going for you."

"Hey, I'm just a victim here. I can't seem to stop any of it from happening."

"As if you would."

"Georgia not keeping you occupied?"

"She gives me all I can take, and then some. That doesn't mean I can't fantasize about your sex life." He squinted through the window. "Speaking of sex, some of those girls seem a bit youngish."

"They are," I said. "Just visiting."

"Meyer!" Dawn jumped out of the pool and ran towards the house, all dripping water and jiggling tits.

"Asshole," Meyer muttered at me as Dawn opened the door and threw her wet self into Meyer's arms and kissed him. He hugged her, then cupped her ass with one hand as the other hand flipped me the bird. I chuckled as I added a little more orange juice to the carnitas, then put the lid back on.

Meyer moved his hands back up to hug Dawn and she quickly flipped around so that her ass was against his crotch and her breasts filled his hands. He moved his hands away like he'd been burnt and looked at me quickly. I just shook my head and laughed as Dawn grabbed his hands and pressed them back against her tits and wriggled her ass against him. It's a game she'd been playing for the last couple of months. All of my girls loved Meyer. Part of it was that he was loveable. Another part was that I owed him my life.

Meyer gave up the fight and squeezed Dawn's tits lovingly. "Mmmmm, feels good," she said. "We haven't seen you in forever. Why don't you come over anymore?"

"Well, my young lovely, it might sound ironic given that I'm currently molesting your teenage body, but I have a girlfriend." He switched to rubbing her nipples, and she giggled. I checked myself for jealousy: nothing. Why could I watch Meyer play with Dawn's body and not feel jealous when the very thought of her doing anything sexual with Thomas Barker made me grind my teeth?

"Oh, my goodness, what's that I feel behind me?" Dawn said as she ground her naked ass into Meyer's crotch. Meyer instantly let go of her and backed away. His slacks were tented obscenely.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," he said, looking back and forth between me and Dawn. Her face changed as she realized that she'd maybe pushed the game too far. She looked at me for help.

"Meyer, Dawn was just playing. Given how we treat nudity and sex here, the games kind of run that way with the people we love. And... we all love you. So shake it off, big guy."

"I'm faithful," he said. "I'm faithful to Georgia. I am."

Dawn went to him and wrapped her arms around him again, this time with no game playing. "Sorry," she said. He hugged her back.

"But it did feel good," she said. "And if Georgia and Johnny would let us, any one of us would be happy to take care of that thing that's poking me."

He started to pull away again but Dawn held on for dear life. "Johnny is right, Meyer; we all love you."

Meyer took a deep breath and let it out. He kissed Dawn on the forehead and let go of her.

"You don't know how good you have it here, you little yellow bastard," he said.

"Oh, I know," I said. "I do know."

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Meyer stayed for dinner. Georgia was on a business trip to Russia. Such was the nature of our whacko world these days that irrespective of Putin's posturing, our spies and Russia's spies regularly met to drink vodka and swap secrets about other countries. My girls had sent the underage hotties packing and had dried off and come inside. Mary Beth and Jay both hugged Meyer and Laura gravely shook his hand. I convinced them all to go put on some clothes to help keep Meyer's blood pressure down.

"Killjoy," he said as they all walked away, waggling their cute little asses. When they were gone he turned to me and said, "When are you coming back to work?"

I sighed. "I don't know. I just put in for another week off. Laura is staying with us while her parents are off getting to know each other again."

"Why do you have to stay just because Laura's here?"

"Would you leave a hot naked 16 year-old to go to work?" I waggled my eyebrows.

He stared at me, then shrugged. "I know you better than that, Johnny."

"Yeah, well... Dawn, Jay, and Mary Beth are talking about driving up to Sonoma for a girls' getaway. Laura is pretty mature but I'm not leaving her home alone." I took a sip of my drink, then looked at Meyer. "The girls are once again trying to talk me into quitting. We don't need the money, they don't like not having me here during the day, and they don't like the danger that goes with the job."

Meyer was silent for a while, thinking about it. "The biggest danger we've run into lately is paper cuts," he said. 

"Hard to think about giving it up, but I'm considering it more seriously than when I first got together with Dawn and Mary Beth." I sighed. "We're good together, you and me," I said. "We do it good."

"Nobody better," Meyer said, and sipped at his Scotch. "But you already know that I'm thinking about retirement myself. You're the only thing that's keeping me on the job. If you go, I'm gone too. I think Georgia and I will have enough money to make it." He downed the rest of his drink and held the glass up hopefully. I grabbed the bottle and poured him more Highland 25. He raised the glass in salute and drank a bit more.

I thought about money. I could give him enough to make him and Georgia financially secure and able to live high, but Meyer would never accept it. I wondered how I could be sneaky about it.

We heard peals of laughter coming from my bedroom. Some kind of girls' dressing game going on in there. This should be interesting, I thought. I'd only ever seen Laura in a bathing suit or nude. I wondered what she'd look like in clothes.

"Maybe I'll take time off while you're gone," Meyer said. "God knows I've got enough vacation time built up. I kind of hate to waste it when Georgia's not here, though."

"Come hang with us," I said. "Summers here are great these days. I have had as many as nine naked young beauties splashing around in this pool."

Meyer thought about that. "Hell of a lot better than television," he said. "But would I have to be naked, too? I don't think anybody wants to see this hairy 50 year-old body, especially not little kiddies. Hell, I have to keep my own eyes closed when I shower."

"It's clothing-optional here, which means it's your option. But you're in great shape, Meyer, and I know my girls will do everything they can to get you nakkie."

"Don't you get jealous, Johnny?" he said. "When Dawn was doing what she was doing, and then I did what I did, I was a little afraid that you would pull out your Glock."

"She was just playing," I said. "But I was thinking about that very thing just a while ago. Barker wants Dawn, and she wants him. The thought of them doing anything together drives me crazy. But if Dawn asked me to let her drag you into the bedroom and have her way with you, I'd let her. You're part of our family, Meyer."

"Best be careful what you say, Johnny," he said. "Her boobies felt pretty damned wonderful."

"So, go find her and proposition her," I said.

Meyer stared at me. "Is it because you know I wouldn't try to take her away from you?"

"Maybe," I said. "I haven't figured it all out yet. I just know that she drives me crazy in bed, and that she would go out of her way to please you, and that you deserve it. It would make me happy."

"Shit," he said. "Well, I can't anyway. Georgia and I have moved in together, and I'm going to do my best to make it work. I'm pretty sure that doesn't include having sex with a blonde teenager."

"You could ask her," I said. "Or just bring her over here to hang out with us and see what happens."

"Huh," he said. "Maybe I'll do that. Wait: if Dawn and I had sex, would you want to have sex with Georgia?"

"Maybe," I said. "Depends on a lot of things, mostly how you felt about it and whether Georgia even wanted to."

He thought about that. "Strange," he said. "I don't feel jealous either. I should, but I don't."

"Family," I said.

"If nothing else, I won't feel so guilty about feeling up your niece."

"That's good," I said. "Right now, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get some sex myself tonight."

"What do you mean?" he said. "How is it even possible for you to avoid it?"

"Normally it's not possible. But we have Laura with us for the whole week."

He just looked at me.

"Oh, she'll be in another room," I said. "But Dawn and Jay are both screamers."

"Jesus Christ," he said, and drank some more Scotch. "I can see it in my head. You four in bed together. You are the luckiest little fucker I know."

"Yeah, but it takes heroic endurance and massive sexual prowess to keep it all working," I said.

Meyer was about to make some sort of retort when the phone rang. I checked the carnitas and turned off the stove, then picked up my cell phone. No caller ID. I pressed 'talk'.

"Hello."

"Johnny Dawn?"

It's funny. Each time you face death your brain goes into overdrive. Things seem to happen in slow motion and take forever to play out when in reality only seconds or instants go by. This wasn't death, but my brain clicked into ludicrous speed and stopped me from saying "Wrong number." It was some kind of code, or warning. From someone. More laughter came from the bedroom, but in here it suddenly felt deadly serious.

"Yes," I said.

"Listen very carefully and prepare to take notes," the voice said. 

"Okay," I said. "Give me a second. I'm putting you on speakerphone." I punched the right button and made a sign to Meyer. He set his Scotch down. I grabbed a pen and some paper.

"Ready," I said.

"We have Richard Morrison and his wife. They got one phone call and you were it. You work for Morrison Equity?"

"That's right," I said. I knew from talking to Laura that her dad ran a managed fund that made himself and a lot of other people a lot of money. I had researched it and had been considering putting some of my own money into that fund.

"What kind of a name is 'Johnny Dawn'? Sounds like a character in a story."




A New Dawn Ch. 05



"No need to get nasty," I said. "What do you mean, you've got them?"

"I mean that we've kidnapped them for ransom. You get the honor of being the ransomer. You're gonna pay me ten million dollars to get them back."

"You can't be serious. I don't have that kind of money," I lied.

"Not you, asshole. Your company."

"Richard IS the company," I said. 

"That's right, he is, and that's why you're gonna pay to get him back. Ten million is chicken feed to you guys. You should be thankful that I'm not asking for more. He'll make it all back in a week. If you pay, that is. If you don't, we're going to chop them up and throw them in the river."

I looked at Meyer, who was looking back at me. We both knew that kidnappings rarely ended well, even when the ransom was paid. Kidnappers were too afraid that the victims could identify them, or were just too busy to be bothered with returning them when killing them was so much easier.

"I need proof that you have them and that they're okay."

"Figured you would," he said. There was a brief pause and then Richard Morrison was on the line.

"Hello, Johnny," he said.

"Hi boss," I said. "How are they treating you?"

"So far, so good. I authorize you to pay them," he said, knowing that I had absolutely no access to his money.

"Okay," I said. "Who do I make the check out to?"

Another pause, then: "Real funny, asshole. You've got your proof. Morrison says it will take you three days to turn stocks into cash. You've got one. Write down this account number." He spoke some numbers, an ABA bank identifier and an account. "The money goes there. I'll need it to arrive by midnight tomorrow, please. Or else."

"Got it," I said. "But if I liquidate that much of the fund, the market will know it almost instantly." I was guessing here, but it seemed like something a Johnny Dawn would say.

"That's your problem," he said. 

I thought fast. "I'm going to need a phone number," I said. "I'm going to call at random times to make sure that Richard and Cyndi are still okay."

"Sure," he said. "I have throwaway cell phones and after this call we'll never be on long enough for a trace. Oh, and no cops, of course. I'll know if you call the cops in, and if you do it'll be chunks in the river."

"Okay," I said. "Deal. Just don't hurt them."

"Good boy," he said. He gave me a cell phone number to call next and hung up.

"So much for paper cuts," Meyer said. "What are you going to do?"

"First, I'm going to call Barker. Then I'm calling Buddy."

"Rescue mission?"

"Seek and destroy mission."

Meyer sighed. "I'm in," he said.

I dialed Barker's house, still on speakerphone. Tina answered.

"Hello, stud," she said. "I'm naked and aroused and only 15 minutes away. What are you going to do about it?" 

Meyer rolled his eyes.

"Tina, I'm in trouble. I need Thomas."

She was instantly all business. "Wait one," she said. 

Then: "Johnny. What's up?"

"You know all kinds of people in the electronics world. Do you know anyone who could figure out the location of a cell phone I have the number for?"

Silence for a while. "Maybe," he said. "Actually, I'm almost positive I do. Let me make a call and get right back to you." He broke the connection. I immediately dialed my friend Buddy Magellas.

"Impressive," Meyer said. "You did the 'I'll need a number to call' thing so you could track them down."

I nodded. "Best I could come up with on short notice."

"Pretty goddamned good."

The phone rang and as usual Jen answered. "Hello, lover," she said.

"Really, Johnny?" Meyer said. "Is there anyone you haven't fucked?"

"Meyer? Good to hear your voice! Haven't seen you in like forever," Jen said.

"Same here, Jen," he said.

"Johnny and I haven't had sex, Meyer. I've tried everything I know to make it happen. I'm starting to think maybe Johnny is gay. He's got some excuse about not wanting to cheat on his buddy Buddy."

In the background I heard, "You can have her!" Then a short scuffle and giggles.

"Backup," I said.

The scuffling stopped. Then Buddy's voice, serious now. "Talk to me."

"Kidnapping. Friends of mine. They think I'm the money mark."

"Ransom operation?"

"Seek and destroy."

"Fuck, you know I'm in, Bro."

In the background I heard, "Me too, this time, you bastards!"

"Yes, you are," I said. "Personal protection detail. They might know where I live. I need you to stay with my women while Buddy and I go hunting."

"Buddy and Meyer and you," Meyer said. I looked at him. He hadn't been in the Rangers like Buddy and me, but there was nobody I trusted more to have my back.

"Right," I said.

Jen grumbled about her assignment but agreed. She asked if I was willing to pay so she could bring her partner along. I thought about it. He was openly gay, but nobody gave him any shit about it. We had sparred several times and he could almost take me. I had taught him a few things and he picked it up quickly and I wasn't looking forward to our next sparring match. He was also perhaps the best shot with a handgun that I knew.

"No problem," I said. "As long as he can keep his mouth shut. This is going to be off the books."

"I trust him," Jen said. And that was enough for me.

"I gotta go," I said. "Barker's calling me. I'm hoping he can help me find them."

"Rog, out," Buddy said. "We'll be there in half an hour."

I pressed the button. "Rand," I said.

"I've got your guy," Barker said. "What's it all about?"

I told him.

"Well, he's in San Francisco. I can get him and his equipment here within two hours." 

"How much will I owe you?" I said.

"Shut the fuck up," Barker said mildly. "Anyway, the next time you call them he'll be able to tell what network they're on and which cell tower is handling the call. And when they give you the new cell phone number, as long as it's on the same network it'll register with that cell tower and we'll be able to figure out where it is with pretty good certainty. Smart, the way you set that up."

"I just hope it works," I said.

"It'll work. What else do you need? I don't know how to help you do your job but I do have a big crapload of money."

I thought hard. "Helicopter?"

"Done. What else?"

We were going to take them in the dark, wandering around on terrain we hadn't scouted. "Might your friend have night vision goggles, or the kind of headphones that SWAT guys or SEALS wear?"

"No, but I know who does. You'll have it by the time the phone equipment gets here. What else?"

This was like a candy store for warriors. "Three silenced handguns. 9 millimeter or bigger."

Silence. Then: "This isn't strictly a police operation, is it Johnny?"

"Nope."

"Who was kidnapped?"

"Richard Morrison and his wife."

"Richard Morrison, the fund manager?"

"That's right."

"Goddammit! They're friends of mine. Guess where a big chunk of my money is invested. Shit. I know a guy who can get you what you need, I think. No records."

"They've gotta be throwaways," I said. 

"They will be," Barker said.

"Thanks for all of this."

"Teach me to fight like you and we'll call it even."

"Deal," I said. "One last favor?"

"Name it."

"They might know where I live. Would it be okay if my girls and a protection detail stayed with you until this is over?"

"That's not a favor. You and your girls are welcome here any time, you know that."

"Thomas, they'll have a 16 year-old girl with them. She's still pretty innocent."

"We'll keep our clothes on."

"You don't have to do that, just keep her away from sex."

"You got it. Bye."

I hung up.

"Good friend to have," said Meyer.

"Yes," I said. Very." 

This had all happened in a very short period of time. The girls were still in the bedroom, giggling about something or other. 

"I'll have to tell them," I said. "And you have to call Georgia."

"She's better off not knowing."

"No, she's not. If things go bad you might not be coming back to her, or you might wind up in jail."

His eyes widened as he thought it through. This was perhaps the first time that Meyer had ever operated outside of the law.

"Shit just got real," he said.

"Fuckin' A," I said.

While Meyer called Georgia I went up to my bedroom to talk to the girls. Dawn, Jay, and Mary Beth hadn't made much progress; they were all still nude. The floor was littered with women's clothing and Laura was twirling around amidst it, modeling one of Jay's little black dresses. Dawn looked at me and the smile instantly left her face.

"What?" she said.

I sat them all down on the bed and told them. Their arms went around Laura as she reacted with shock to the news that her parents had been kidnapped. Meyer walked in and sat down.

"What are you going to do?" Mary Beth said. "Are you calling in the troops?"

"In a manner of speaking," I said. "The kidnappers said they would know if the police were involved. And that's possible. If that happens, and the kidnappers find out about it, they'll kill Laura's parents. So I'm not involving the police. Buddy, Meyer, and I are going to track them down. Thomas Barker is getting us the equipment to do it."

"What are you going to do when you find them?" Jay said.

"Free Laura's parents. Kill everyone else."

"Good," said Laura. There were tears streaming down her face. This was perhaps one of the most surreal moments of my life: my three beauties on our bed naked, hugging Laura, who was dressed to kill in a little black dress, while I talked about the possible death of her parents and what I planned to do to their kidnappers, as Meyer looked on.

"Get dressed," I said. "I'm worried that they might know where I live. Jen's coming over and taking you to Barker's house. You'll ride it out there until it's over."

My girls got up and one by one hugged me and kissed me, then went to Meyer and did the same. Nothing sexual, just an expression of love, and a last connection in case we didn't come back to them. We'd done this too many times for my comfort level. Laura watched them, then stood up and came to me and threw her arms around me and kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you, Johnny," she said. "Please bring my parents back to me."

"You got it, kid," I said. She went to kiss Meyer but he wrapped her in a bear hug and kissed her on the forehead instead. He wiped her tears away and rubbed her back.

"Johnny's pretty good at this, kid," he said. "You keep your chin up while we're gone."

Everyone was dressed and ready to move by the time Buddy and Jen showed up with Jen's partner Robbie. Laura had been overwhelmed with the emotion of the situation and had run to the bathroom to throw up. Dawn was in there helping her.

I shook Robbie's hand and thanked him for coming. "You know you can't tell anyone about this," I said.

"Tell anyone about what?"

"Good deal," I said.

"But as payment, I get to have sex with you."

I stared at him. He looked serious, and I knew from past experience that he was attracted to me. It was Jen who cracked up first, and that made Robbie start laughing too. A little joke at my expense.

"Fuck, Bro, you looked like you were gonna keel over," Buddy said, laughing.

I recovered quickly. "Naw," I said. "I was just evaluating the situation as a value proposition. Anal is out, Robbie, but I think a couple of blow jobs might be in order."

His mouth hung open.

"I want to see that," said Mary Beth.

"I meant from you," I said. "Robbie can close his eyes and pretend you're Brad Pitt."

"Okay," Mary Beth said.

"Crap, you really know how to turn a joke around," said Robbie.

Dawn and Laura came in and we cut the sex banter. My girls hugged Robbie while Jen hugged Laura and told her that she could count on me, Buddy, and Meyer. Everybody was telling Laura that. 

No pressure.

Because of the number of people involved I drove us in Jay's limo to Barker's house. The electronics guy was already there. So were the guns. I shook hands with Barker.

"That was fast," I said.

"Leased jet to Van Nuys," he said. "Helicopter to Santa Monica. It's waiting for you there."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"Get them," he said.

"Count on it."

Everybody met everybody. Jen and Robbie went off to familiarize themselves with the grounds and the alarm system. Tina came to me and gave me a hug. 

"Hi, hero," she said.

I hugged her back. She felt good. "Hi your own self," I said.

She pushed back and looked into my eyes. "I know we joke about it, but I really do want you."

"I want you too, Tina."

"But it's never going to happen, is it?"

"No."

She rolled her eyes. "Jealousy is a terrible thing," she said. "You two are so liberal... how can you be so jealous, too?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you need to work it out. We could all be on the same bed. I could hold hands with Tommy and you could hold hands with Dawn."

I pictured it in my head. It might work. Then again, I might kill him.

"I dunno," I said. "It might destroy the sexual tension between us. Maybe we should concentrate on enjoying that while it lasts. It doesn't happen often the way our mates let us play with anyone we're attracted to."

"True enough," she said, and hugged me tightly. "But my God, the pressure is building. The things I want to do to you, Johnny. The things I want you to do to me."

This wasn't helping my resolve. I reached up to push her away and somehow my hands magically wound up on her tits. She gasped. She was braless under a thin dress and she felt good. Very good.

"Sorry," I said. But I hadn't moved my hands.

"I'm not," she said. "Keep doing that."

I gave her tits a gentle squeeze and then let go. "I can't," I said. "I have people to kill."

She stared at me. "You're serious," she said.

"Deadly serious," I said. "They're going to kill that nice couple unless I can find them and kill them first."

"Okay, stud. Get to work. But make sure you bring yourself home safe." She kissed me softly on the lips and walked away. I turned and saw Dawn staring at me. Fuck.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No need to be," she said. "You want her. I've already told you that you can have her. It would be hot to watch. The thing that's stopping you is in your head."

"Barker and I agreed..."

She threw her hands up in the air. "Jealousy! Do you think me having sex with him would dirty me for life in your eyes?"

"No," I said.

"I was coming out to the kitchen and stopped when I heard you tell Meyer to proposition me. Do you really want me to have sex with Meyer?"

"No, but it would be okay."

"But not with Thomas."

"No."

"And that's why you won't have sex with Tina?"

"Yes. No. Shit. Partly. I know how Thomas feels about her. I couldn't do that to him. It's the same way I feel about you. I would marry you if I could, and send everyone else away and live the rest of my life trying to make you happy."

A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at me. "You would send Mary Beth and Jay packing?"

"It would be very hard, but yes."

"As if I'd let you," she said as she caressed my cheek. 

Barker cleared his throat behind me. I had no idea how long he'd been there.

"Peter wants to explain the equipment to you," he said.

"Right," I said. "Gotta go, Sweetie." I gave Dawn a hug.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear. "And I always will, no matter what."

"Right back at you, lover," I said, and walked away from her.

"Those two women are trying to wear us down," Barker said as we walked.

"Yep."

"I've got your back, though."

"And I've got yours," I said. "What do you think our chances are?"

He stopped. "Over the long haul? I think we're toast."

"Me too," I said. "I like you a lot. It'll be a shame to have to kill you."

"It'll be a shame to be dead."

We shook hands and walked in to get our equipment briefing.

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We were all dressed in black. We kicked Thomas' pilot out and let Buddy fly the chopper. The fewer people who knew about this mission, the better. Buddy was rusty. We lurched all around. I thought Meyer was going to barf.

"You think you can maybe fly straight?" I said.

"Maybe," said Buddy. "I've never flown one of these before. She's a little touchy." We were heading inland and really had no idea which way to go yet.

Meyer looked green but he was working the equipment. "Got the network he called you from," he said. "And the location of the new phone. Buddy, fly one-eight-zero." 

We banked right. I stared at Meyer. 

"What?" he said. "I watch war movies. He looked at the screen again. "We're close," he said. "Maybe 50 klicks."

I rolled my eyes. "Klicks?"

"Just let me enjoy the moment, asshole, all right?"

Buddy talked over the radio to someone about intended altitude and heading. He had filed what he called a "joyride/check flight" flight plan, meaning that he could go basically anywhere as long as he used the right airspace. We were soon over the mostly dark hills east of Irvine. 

"Getting pretty close," Meyer said. I could see only one place on our heading that it could be. It was a big chunk of land and lights were on at the house. Buddy pushed it down hard before we got close enough to alert them. The landing was perfect. We sat there until the rotor noise went away.

"You should call," Meyer said.

I put my cell on speakerphone and dialed. 

"Johnny Dawn! What's happening?"

"Let me talk to them."

"How rude. You don't want to talk to me at all?"

I was silent.

"Fine. Ron, bring her in here."

Silence for a while. Then: "Johnny? Johnny, please get us out of here. Please help us, Johnny!"

"Yes, please help them, Johnny," I heard the asshole mimic in the background. There was a scuffle for the phone and then the connection went dead.

Meyer was looking at his equipment. "That's the place, all right," he said.

"And that was the sound of a woman in serious distress," I said. "I don't know what's happening but it's more than just being held captive. Let's roll."

We put on the radios and checked them. Then I pulled the guns out of a gym bag: NATO 10mm semi-automatics with silencers. I hadn't asked Thomas where they'd come from and he hadn't volunteered the information. Better not to know.

I looked at Buddy. This was going to be tough. 

"You're not coming," I said.

"The fuck?"

"You can't come. You're the only one who can fly this thing. You get killed, we're all in seriously deep shit."

"Aww, man, no! Please, Johnny!"

"Sorry, Bro. Is what it is. Meyer, you ready? We gotta go. Cyndi sounded bad."

"Ready," Meyer said.

"Fuck, you better come back safe. Or Jen will kick my ass."

"That's the plan," I said.

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Meyer was in pretty good shape. We moved quickly across the dark terrain and made our way to the house we'd seen from the air. We were surrounded by dark farmland. I started worrying about what might have happened to the owners of the farm. We ran up to the front of the house and hunkered by the wall in the dark.

"Take the back," I said. "I'll go in the front. Shoot anything bad that comes out your way."

"Okay," Meyer said, and moved off into the night.

I worked my way across the front of the house and stopped next to an open window. A woman was in there, screaming and fighting. I took a breath and stood up and looked into the room. Cyndi was naked on a bed. A large man was on top of her, thrusting into her. Richard Morrison was on the floor next to them. His arms and legs were bound with plastic ties and his mouth was covered with duct tape. He was fighting to get up to help his wife. He looked like he might be about to have a stroke.

Good call this time, I thought. They were going to kill these two for sure.

"She feels good," the man who was raping Cyndi said. "Nice and tight. She's gonna make me cum real hard."

Richard banged his head into the hardwood floor. I heard him moaning through the duct tape. Cyndi was fighting with everything she had, but the guy was just too big for her.




A New Dawn Ch. 05



Gut check. I drew my weapon and aimed it and took a deep breath, then let half of it out. He was trying to kiss her so their heads were right next to each other. But I had my sight picture. I shot through the screen. The silenced gun made a soft coughing sound.

The rapist's head exploded and Cyndi screamed again. The body was flopping around on top of her and she was covered in blood and brains. I couldn't imagine anything worse. She pushed him away and his body fell to the floor with a thud. Cyndi and Richard both looked at me. I put my finger to my lips in the universal "Shhh" signal.

Cyndi got off the bed and went to her husband. "He didn't cum in me," she said. "It's alright, he didn't cum in me, he didn't cum. Baby, it's alright." She managed to free his hands and legs and he immediately got up and went to the bed and started beating the dead guy's body. I could only imagine how he felt. 

I turned away and made my way to the front door. Behind it I heard a guy yell, "Ron, you okay in there? She too much for you?"

Shit, I thought. I should have had Cyndi keep screaming. Oh, well; is what it is. I went in through the front door.

Three guys, all wearing guns. I double-tapped two of them but the third guy was fast and pulled his weapon while I was shooting the other two and shot me in the chest just above my bulletproof vest. I went down hard. I couldn't move my arm to bring my gun up. The guy walked over towards me. He was a big fucker. I heard Meyer trying to break down the back door but he'd be too late to help me. The big fucker pointed his gun down at me. I was a dead man.

"Johnny Dawn?" he said. "You come here to play hero?"

There was a blur of motion behind him and something hit his head with a sickening crunch and he went down like a sack of flour. Cyndi was standing there like a perfect nude Amazonian woman, holding some kind of statuette. It looked like a cat. Meyer came around the corner, surveyed the scene and lowered his weapon. Cyndi dropped the cat and walked over to me and picked up my gun and turned and shot the big fucker in the face.

"Good girl," I croaked.

Meyer came over to me, pulled off my vest and shirt, and checked the wound.

"You're bad at this," he said.

Cyndi was on her knees, crying and trying to kiss me as Meyer felt my body. "It's high up, not through your lungs. But no exit wound. You're going to need a doctor."

"No doctor," I said. "If this goes on the record, all of us are going down."

"I know a guy," Richard said. He moved toward us and hugged his wife from behind. "You are going to get the best treatment money can buy. And I've got a lot of money."

"There you go," said Meyer. "What do you think about that?"

"Fuck, it hurts," I said, and passed out.

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Later they told me that the older couple who owned the house we shot up had been tied up and locked in a storage room and were safe. Had we not intervened, they likely would have been killed along with the Morrisons. Richard's doctor dug the bullet out of me and patched me up and gave me meds. Despite the antibiotics I picked up an infection and a fever. When I finally woke up I was weak as a kitten and the bed was drenched with sweat and I was lying next to a very naked Cyndi.

"You're awake," she said, and drew me to her. My head was lying on her breast and instinct took over and I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

"Hmmm," she said. "Nice." Then louder, "Girls?"

My women came through the door along with Jen, Buddy, Meyer and Richard Morrison. I took my mouth off of his wife's tit.

"Sorry," I said.

"It's what I'd do," Richard said. "It's good to see you're awake."

"How long have I been out?"

"Two days," Dawn said.

"Why is Cyndi in bed with me?"

"We've been taking turns," Mary Beth said. "You had a fever and you were shivering. There's always been someone with you."

"Yeah, I feel so much closer to you now," Meyer said.

"Eeww," I said. "Make him stop."

"Oh my goodness," Cyndi said. She pushed down the sheet and looked at me. My hard cock was pressed against her leg. She reached down and started stroking it.

"It's official," Jen said. "He's recovered."

"God, Richard, I don't know what to say," I said.

"Are you fucking kidding me? We owe you everything. If my wife wants to play with you a little, so be it."

"I don't think I have the strength to roll over," I said to Cyndi. "If I did, you might be in trouble."

"I'll take that kind of trouble."

"I need water," I said. "And I gotta pee."

"Good signs," said Meyer. He put his arm around Morrison and they and Buddy left the room. I pushed myself up to a sitting position and paused. Then swung my legs out and rested them on the floor and paused again. Then pushed myself up to stand. And passed out. The girls told me later that my head hit the floor with a sickening smack. As soon as I was down I came to again. They were all over me, trying to make me well.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," I said. "I'm dehydrated." I recognized the signs. "I'll probably pass out again if I stand up. Need water."

"Right here," Jay said. She handed me an open bottle and I drank it down.

"Another," I said. She gave it to me and I drank that down too.

"Bathroom," I said. The girls got me up and we moved to the bathroom and I didn't pass out, but I was floating and woozy. Mary Beth pushed up the toilet lid and the seat and Jen and Georgia held me up and Cyndi held my cock.

"Go," she said. And I let loose.

"God, this is so cool," she said. "I've never done this before." Cyndi moved my cock around to aim the spray at various parts of the toilet. Dawn giggled.

"I'm glad you're having fun," I said. I wasn't close to stopping. I didn't think I'd ever peed so much in my life. 

"Oh, I am," Cyndi said. She looked at my girls. "You know that I'm going to have to have him, right?"

"Yeah, we'd pretty much figured that," said Dawn. "But what about your husband?"

"Nah," Cyndi said. "He's only into women."

The girls cracked up and I finished peeing and I passed out again.

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Meyer and I turned in our resignations on the same day. My captain gave me hell up one side and down the other. We were responsible for a hugely impressive case clearance rate and he didn't want that to go away. But in the end there was nothing he could do.

Halfway through my two week notice I was summoned to the chief's office. The fucking chief of police. I'd never even met him. The admin led me into his office. Meyer was there. I looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders.

"So," the chief said. 

We said nothing.

"My two best detectives, partners, and you're quitting at the same time. How come?"

"Spend more time with the family, sir," I said.

"Same," Meyer said.

"Ah," the chief said. "Okay. How's the wound healing, Johnny?"

I stared at him, trying to keep my cool. I'd gone back to work as soon as I was strong enough to stay upright and able to move my arm semi-normally. Nobody knew I'd been shot outside of people I trusted and one doctor.

"Come again, sir?"

"You know, where you were shot rescuing the Morrisons. Healing nicely?"

I stared at Meyer, who stared back at me, and we both turned to stare at the chief. There was nothing much I could say.

"I have a bit of a network outside the department, Johnny. You've come up on my radar a couple of times in the past. You seem to believe that you have the right to mete out justice upon those that the system can't reach, and to jump in and help people that the cops can't help, or can't help fast enough. Now you've sucked Meyer into your little game."

I said nothing.

"Did it start when you killed Carlos Santos, or did you do things before that which escaped my attention?"

I said nothing.

"And how is your lovely niece? Are you two still having sex?"

"Why am I not in jail?" I said.

"Because you haven't done anything wrong," the chief said. You're rich, but you kept working for me and did a damned fine job. If you stayed here you'd be a deputy chief inside of five years. You've killed people on the side, but only people who needed killing and ones we couldn't get to. You're like this self-guided weapon I get to watch go into action when everything else fails.

"And I don't care who you sleep with. I haven't seen Dawn but people tell me that you love her and take care of her. That's nobody's business but yours and hers. And your other women's, of course."

Was there anything he didn't know?

"Anyway, your lifestyle is still somewhat tame compared to Mr. Barker's. Oh, speaking of which... Come on in, gentlemen," he said. 

Barker and Morrison walked into the office.

"Shit," I said. "I trusted you guys."

"And you should," the chief said. "These men have been my friends for years. Richard has made me quite rich. Thomas has given the department tactical simulation training software that's improved my officers' combat readiness across the board. They've kept me informed of your activities because they knew I'd support you and help you if I could."

"Sorry, Johnny," Barker said. "I had loyalties to the chief before you and I met."

"I understand," I said.

"I owe you my life, and my wife's life," Morrison said. "This is a shitty way to repay you."

"It's okay," I said. "I don't think the chief is going to slap handcuffs on me. But he does still need to make his point."

The chief looked at me. "True," he said. "I want you to work for me."

"We have been," Meyer said.

"I mean after you leave the department. I want you to convince Buddy Magellas and his wife to quit, too. I think the four of you should open a private security firm, or a private investigation firm, or something that will make a nice cover for what you'll really be doing."

"Which is?"

"My weapon of last resort. My long lance. The people who can take over and make justice happen when the department can't, or when the courts fail."

I thought about that for a while. "How often would we be doing this?"

"Not often," the chief said. "And of course you could refuse any given case. In fact, I don't want you to think that I'm holding anything over your head and forcing you to say yes. You've already done enough for the city. If you want, I'll take your badges today and you can go on your merry ways and we'll never talk again."

I thought some more. A private detective agency would let me keep working with Meyer, as much or as little as we wanted to. And Buddy would go crazy if he didn't have at least a little combat patrol work to do. 

"I'm not sure that Buddy and Jen have enough money for him to quit," I said.

"I have some ideas about that," Richard said.

I looked at Meyer. He nodded slightly. I looked back at the chief.

"Okay," I said. "We're your boys."

"Splendid," he said. He pressed a button on his desk. There was a light knock on the door.

"Come in," the chief said, and the door opened and two women rolled in a table covered with huge amounts of food. It looked Jewish deli-ish. Meyer looked like he was going to start drooling. One of the women started pouring red wine.

"Join me for lunch?" the chief said.

"Why not?" I said. We each grabbed food and wine and sat at the chief's conference table. I selected a Reuben sandwich, potato salad, a pickle, and wine. Meyer had lox and a beer.

"What shall we talk about?" the chief said.

Richard looked at me. "My wife wants to have sex with you," he said.

I choked on my Reuben sandwich.

Barker rolled his eyes. "Welcome to my world, Richard," he said.

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Much later, we met at Barker's house. My house wasn't really big enough for the whole group, and the whole group had to be in on this. My three girls were there, and Barker's five women, and Meyer and Georgia, and Buddy and Jen, and Richard and Cyndi Morrison. I explained the situation. I told everyone who didn't already know what I'd done to save Dawn, and to stop a child predator, and to save the Morrisons.

"I'm a killer," I said. "A cold-blooded killer. If anyone here is disgusted by that, I'll understand."

Dawn hugged me from behind. Tina and Cyndi both got up and walked to where I was sitting. They looked at each other and communicated somehow and then Cyndi bent down and put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. Then she pulled away and Tina took her place and kissed me, too. 

"You're not a murderer," Tina said. "You're an avenging angel. You rush in when all hope is gone and fucking lay waste to the bad guys. You're our best dream and the worst nightmare for anyone who would harm us."

"What she said," Cyndi said.

I looked at everyone and saw the same sentiment reflected back at me. "Okay, then, let me tell you what the LAPD chief has in mind for us." And I told them.

Buddy looked at Jen, then back at me. "We can't both quit," he said. "How would we live?"

"You're rich," I said. "You too, Meyer."

"I'm not taking your money, Johnny," Meyer said.

I shook my head. "It's not my money. Well, some of it started as my money. Thomas, Richard, and I each ponied up ten million and put it into... what did you call it again?"

"The Stupidly Aggressive Tactical Action Investment Fund," Richard said.

"Anyway, Richard did his magic and quickly turned 30 million into... lots more." I turned to Richard and he pulled out his smart phone and fiddled with it.

"Two hundred and twelve million and change," he said.

"Fuck," Buddy said. 

"What's that come to after taxes?" Jen said.

"No taxes. We're off the books. I'll show you how," Richard said. "Anyway, that sum now forms the assets of Rand and Associates. And it's still growing."

I shook my head. "Meyer Investigations," I said.

"I like Rand and Associates," Meyer said, lifting his beer in salute. "I'm just along for the ride. I pretty much always have been with you, Johnny."

"How often would you have to take an assignment from the chief?" Georgia said.

"I don't know," I said. "Not often. Not at all, if we don't want to. But I'm pretty sure that whatever he wants to hand us, we'll want to take. Meanwhile, in between those assignments we can work as much or as little as we want. It's not like we'll need any income. Of course, we'll have to find something where Buddy can beat people up so he doesn't go stir crazy."

"Fuck you," Buddy said.

"You know he's right," Jen said.

"Yeah, I know," Buddy said.

"Let's celebrate," Barker said. "It's late notice, but I think I can get some pretty good food and wine going here."

"You will need me to cook, Thomas?" Juana said.

"Not exactly what I was thinking," Thomas said.

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Five hours later we were eating a dinner created by Geoffrey Zakarian, who just happened to be in Los Angeles and who just happened to be a friend of Thomas Barker. Given the short notice, Zakarian had picked up some two-inch thick aged prime ribeye steaks, coated them simply with olive oil, salt, and pepper, and grilled them. They were delicious, of course.

"They could be better," Zakarian said. "They're supposed to marinate overnight."

"They taste incredible," Jay said. "Thank you so much."

"My pleasure," he said. "These days I don't often get to just relax and eat with friends."

Barker raised his wine glass. "To the Iron Chef!"

"Iron Chef!" we all repeated.

Zakarian raised his glass. "To friends," he said.

"To friends," we echoed.

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Later that night I made love to my niece Dawn, because I loved her and wanted her, and because I wanted this chapter to stay in the 'Incest/Taboo' section. Jay and Mary Beth were beside us in classic 69 position as I went down on Dawn and she screamed out her pleasure for the fourth time tonight. Mary Beth's talented tongue was doing its work and Jay started screaming, too. I thought the two of them yelling together might break some windows.

There was a knock at the bedroom door, then it pushed open and Cyndi Morrison walked in. She and Richard had a key to the house now, as did Meyer and Buddy and Barker. She closed the door and started taking off her clothes.

"Hi, Cyndi!" Mary Beth said. Jay was still working on her and she was breathing hard.

"Hi guys," Cyndi said. When she was nude she walked over to us and knelt on the bed. "Hope I'm not intruding."

Mary Beth started to say something but instead started moaning and the moaning quickly turned into the low wail that told us she was cumming. Cyndi watched her cum, then looked at me.

"I'm here for you," she said. "I still haven't thanked you for what you did for me."

"And you don't have to, and you never will have to," I said. I rolled over onto my back and looked at her. She was gorgeous. My girls were all different but one trait they shared was moderately-sized breasts. Cyndi's tits were huge and natural. Any little movement she made caused them to jiggle like Jello. It was fascinating to watch.

Dawn reached down and stroked my erection. "He's ready for you, Cyndi," she said.

Cyndi looked down at my cock. "You're very thick," she said. "This should be fun."

"What about Richard?" I said. "I don't like to cheat."

"I have his permission," Cyndi said. "We both occasionally play around on the side, just with our good friends. We love each other very much but we're both very sexual creatures and we actually get off on knowing that the other is getting off with someone else. Richard would be here to watch but he wasn't sure you'd be up for that."

Cyndi turned to Dawn. "Is this okay with you?" she said.

"You bet," Dawn said. "Take him."

My girls watched and I groaned as Cyndi took me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down for a while but then got back up on her knees and straddled me.

"Had to do that first," she said. "Been wanting to taste you for a long time. But I want this more." And I groaned again as she slowly sank my hard cock into her hot pussy.

"Oh God, thick, thick, thick. You're fucking thick," she said as she finished taking all of me inside of her.

"It's fun, isn't it?" Mary Beth said.

"Fuck, yeah," Cyndi said, and she put her hands on my chest and started to move on me. I put my hands on her tits and massaged them while she bounced up and down on my cock. I had been hard for a long time, working Dawn over, and I didn't think I was going to last very long. As it turned out, it didn't matter. Cyndi quickly started gasping and shivering and suddenly tensed up and stopped moving. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a silent scream. She didn't make a sound as she came, but her pussy squirted juices all over my legs and abs.

"Wow," Jay said.

I played with Cyndi's nipples as her orgasm crested and waned, and then wrapped my arms around her as she fell onto my chest.

"Oh," she gasped. "That was a strong one."

"I could tell," I said, and she yelped as I grabbed her ass and started thrusting hard and fast up into her.

"Gonna cum," I told my girls.

"In her!" they all said happily. 

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled as the pleasure started.

"Oh my God, not again," Cyndi said as she went rigid and silent again. My cum shot into her as her juices let loose again. Her face and chest turned red and her body was frozen and her fists were clenched and her mouth was open but she didn't make a sound.

"Wow," Dawn said.

Cyndi fell onto my chest again and I stroked her back as she came down from her orgasm. After a while she raised up enough to kiss me. Our tongues did silent battle for a while. 

"Thank you Johnny," she said when we were done. "And thank you, girls."

"Our pleasure," Mary Beth said.

"We have a tradition here that you need to know about," I said. Above me I saw Dawn's eyes light up.

"Tradition?" Cyndi said.

"It's easier to just show you," I said, and rolled her over onto her back and pulled out of her. Instantly, my girls descended onto her and kissed her and licked her tits and fought each other to suck my cum out of her pussy.




A New Dawn Ch. 05



"Ahhh, shit! But I'm not... I can't... Oh, my God... Oh, FUCK!" And she was off into another orgasm. Her juices squirted all over Dawn's face. Dawn just clamped down on the right spot and started drinking.

"Nnnnnnn God fucking dammit shit, shit, shit!!!" Cyndi yelled, slamming her hands against the bed. 

"I knew we could make her be noisy!" Jay said.

It took some time for Cyndi to calm down. When she did, she hugged each of us.

"Is there any chance we could do this again tomorrow?" she said.

"We could do it again tonight," Dawn said. "You don't have to go."

"Yes, I do," Cyndi said. "Richard is waiting for me. I'm going to go home and lovingly fuck his brains out while I tell him about what happened here."

"Are you sure he'll be okay with it?" I said.

"Are you kidding? You saved our lives. You killed a man who was raping me when Richard couldn't do a thing to stop it. And I've already told you that we play around a little, only with each other's permission. I wasn't expecting the girl-on-girl action and I've never done that before, but I'm a believer now and hearing about it is going to make Richard cum pretty hard." She bent down and sucked my limp cock into her mouth, sucking off our juices. I started hardening in response. 

"The only thing he might not like hearing is that his cock can't hold a candle to yours," she said. "So I think I'll leave that part out."

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Laura and I were lying naked in the backyard, enjoying the summer sun and talking. My girls were in Sonoma, drinking wine and doing God knows what else. Cyndi and Richard were off on another getaway. I was enjoying being rich and jobless. Laura was now a permanent fixture in my house. She was almost as much my kid now as she was Cyndi's and Richard's.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" Laura said.

"Because you're sixteen," I said.

"The age of consent is twelve in Mexico," she said.

"We're not in Mexico."

"We could be, pretty quickly."

"That's not the point. Besides, you're family now."

"Dawn is family, too."

I turned to her. "Can we talk about something else, kiddo?"

"Sure," she said. "Can you rub some suntan lotion on my tits?"

"No, I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's just a not-so-sneaky attempt to start up some sex."

"Don't you want me, Johnny?"

Fuck. "Yes, of course I do," I said. "You're young and gorgeous. But we can't."

"Someday?" she said.

"Maybe. Maybe in the next chapter. We'll see," I said.



A New Dawn Ch. 05



The baby arrived without fuss at forty weeks. However, they had all noticed how, in the past few days, increasingly Susan was tidying and arranging, checking and refolding all the clothes in the nursery. Perdy was said that Susan was "nesting", getting ready for the event, her unconscious wanting everything ready in due time. On Wednesday evening after the children were in bed, Susan stood to go to the toilet. She was longer than usual and returned, smiling but also in some discomfort.

"My waters just broke, I need to get to the hospital."

Harry stood and reached for the bag they had ready packed for the last ten days. Perdy and Lizzie ran to steady Susan. Ola appeared and held a phone in her hand.

"Ambulance will be ten minutes, that OK?"

"Perfect Ola, thank you."

Precisely ten minutes later and the ambulance pulled into the driveway, through the gates Ola had opened. The crew were in the house and talking to Susan within a minute, they had brought a wheelchair in and Susan was gently moved to the Ambulance. Inside her wheelchair was secured and a seat belt engaged to hold her steady. With Blues and Twos on she was whisked with Harry to the Maternity wing of the local hospital. 

At almost ten pm Richard Josip Harold Parker arrived and opened his bright blue eyes, filled his lungs and screamed his disapproval. Susan held him and Harry sat on the bed his little finger grasped tightly in a tiny fist. Through tears and kisses they welcomed Rick Parker into their lives. Susan placed him to her breast and he suckled tentatively. Tired but elated the new parents took turns to hold and hug and kiss their newborn. Harry left the Hospital at two am, suddenly all alone in the Entrance to the Maternity Unit.

A car flashed its lights and Harry squinted. The car door opened and Josip stood and waved at Harry.

"Thought you might need a lift Parker, everything OK?"

"Josip you star, yes everything's perfect, it's a boy..."

"Don't say no more, tell the others otherwise I get horsewhip, come."

Harry walked over to the car and sat in the passenger seat. Josip climbed back in and started the engine.

"Josip, how long have you been here?"

"Couple hours, is no big deal, I wait for you."

"Thank you, please let's go home."

"Sure thing Harry Parker, new daddy."

They drove in companionable silence, arriving back to a tumultuous reception. Harry repeated all the statistics and was congratulated on remembering everything. Finally the inevitable question, had they decided on names. Harry nodded.

"Richard Josip Harold Parker, but he's to be known as Rick ."

Josip gasped and Ola slapped his back,

"Harry Parker you sure about this?"

"Absolutely, we're agreed completely on this, if it was a girl she would have been Dora Perdita Neta Ola Elizabeth Parker."

"Wow, you really thought about this new parents." "Absolutely."

"Harry you want tea or something stronger?"

"Tea please Ola, I couldn't deal with alcohol right now."

Later everyone went to bed and Harry finished up his second cup of tea and went upstairs. He undressed and fell into bed. Two minutes later, Perdy appeared and slipped in next to him, followed by Lizzie the other side. Harry smiled and slipped an arm round each. Then he fell into an exhausted sleep, snug between the two women.

Waking at six thirty he felt the two warm bodies either side of him. He lay with a smile plastered to his face, enjoying the moment. Perdy woke and kissed Harry. He smiled and kissed her back. Lizzie stirred and raised herself to kiss him and Harry repeated the gesture. they lay back and snuggled down.Harry realised they were all naked, but it didn't seem to matter. Suddenly the bedroom door burst open and six year old Kyle burst in.

"Grandad, where's Nanny?" he shouted as he launched himself at the bed. 

Climbing over Lizzie, he sat on Harry's chest. Harry grinned,

"Nanny is in the Hospital looking after your Uncle Rick, how about that for a surprise?"

"Wow, Nanny's got her baby, it's popped out, all done."

"Kyle, careful with Grandad," Lizzie said,

"Yes Kyle, Grandad's still not totally well, you need to be careful with him," said Perdy.

"Really?" said Harry and grabbing hold of the girls proceeded to start tickling both of them.

They all thrashed around, the girls trying to stop him, Kyle bouncing on his chest like a rodeo rider. Finally retaliating both women went for Harry, He whisked Kyle into his arms and tried to stand. Fatal decision, he disappeared under a flurry of arms and giggled helplessly, Kyle switching sides joined his mothers. Ten minutes later the disheveled bed lay mostly on the carpet. Harry sat on a pillow on the floor, Perdy lay sprawled on the mattress, as Lizzie sat in a chair panting, Kyle on her lap. They grinned helplessly. Ola appeared with a tea tray and Em,

"Sound like elephant stampede you noisy devils, wake Em, here go see grandad, there, big hairy nude man on pillow. Susan will not be happy with you three supposed grown ups."

She put the Tray down on the bedside table. At which point Harry winked at Perdy who motioned to Lizzie, who nudged Kyle. With a shout all four jumped on Ola, pulled her to the floor and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly. She screamed and wriggled, her housecoat had fallen open was soon detached and her shortie nightie failed to hide her modesty as they regrouped and started again.

"Stop please Parker, Lizzie, stop Perdy, I..." 

The rest was lost in her screams and giggles. She rolled on her back and her legs thrashed around. Suddenly a new roar erupted as Josip and the children arrived to help Ola. Within seconds the bedroom was in chaos as small skirmishes broke out. Kyle launching himself at sixteen year old Irena. Em sat on Beata, who grinned as Kaja, Cezar and Jakub charged at Kyle and Em, trying to save their sisters. Suddenly the sides changed and Harry dived on Perdy whilst Lizzie took out Josip. As Ola sat up grinning all the children descended on her. 

Finally exhausted they all sat down panting and puffing. Ola had tears in her eyes, a grin all over her face, Josip could hardly raise his head, whilst Perdy and Lizzie lay back on the floor side by side. The children sat on the bed grinning, quickly regaining their breath.

Harry sat up, saw the grins on the childrens faces and had time to shout,

"Noooooo,"

before the adults were engulfed in giggling, wriggling children again. Defeated they crowded together, laughing and asking for a truce. Irena, triumphant, raised her arm, fist closed.

"Victory to the children, we r..."

Harry made one last effort and pushed her over against the bed, raising his own arm.

"Adults Rule..."

was only just out before his disappeared in a flurry of young bodies.

"Breakfast," Ola shouted and hauled herself inelegantly to her feet.

Cheering, the children led by Irena disappeared downstairs, like a raiding party in search of booty. Ola grinned, then helped Harry stand, they hauled Josip upright, as Perdy and Lizzie staggered to their feet.

"We are getting to the point where we're going to lose every time."

Harry said as he doubled over with a stitch in his side.

"Speak for yourself Harry," panted Josip, "I am good for a few years yet."

"Look at you both, two old men, beaten by a bunch of kids."

"Ola if I had the energy I would sort you out, as it is let this be a warning to you." Harry panted, seeing everyone grinning.

"Shaking in my boots Parker, you frighten me." Ola laughed.

"Wife, you need to be more respectful of menfolk, we are leaders."

"Josip, close the front of your pants please, making other girls laugh."

Lizzie and Perdy patted Josip's back as he straightened his pajama bottoms. He reddened as they grinned, holding each other upright.

"think we all need big drink and sit down." he said.

"No time, supervise children in kitchen, otherwise all breakfast cereal gone."

"Irena, will be in charge."

"She is worst offender appetite of Shrek on steroids, go, go ,go."

Josip wandered out, holding his side. The three stood grinning as Ola refastened her robe.

"Not know why you laugh, you have twenty minutes to tidy this up, or no breakfast." 

She turned away and swept out, followed by a stream of pleading, which she ignored. They looked at each other and laughed, sitting on the wrecked bed they drank the lukewarm tea, then turned to clear up the mess. Fifteen minutes later, robed and slippered they entered the kitchen, wading through the collection of odd breakfast cereals scattered on the floor.

"Josip was too late, hurricane hungry kids got here first," said Perdy, bending to pick up the larger pieces of trampled cereal.

Slowly they began removing the collection of crushed and not too crushed cereal. Harry got the vacuum cleaner out and swept the floor, whilst Perdy and Lizzie cleared up the collection of scattered cereal bowls and pools of milk and juices abandoned on the table. Ola stood, hands on hips, surveying the disaster area, shaking her head.

Josip appeared soaking wet, but grinning.

"They are all in the master shower together, I think they're clean. Irena is dealing with it, she's washing hair and covering them in shower gel."

They smiled, Irena was growing up to be her mother. Soon they heard her calling out to the children and organising their getting dressed. Fifteen minutes later they trooped downstairs, ready to go. Josip shrugged and went to change. Ola had the lunch packs ready and soon the house was quiet again, Josip doing the school and nursery run.

"What time can we go see Mum," said Lizzie, as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Visiting times are two til eight pm, but I can go in anytime. I'll tell Susan you'll be in later okay?"

"Yes, Perdy and I have some work to do, another exhibition, this time it's family portraits, which we are sponsoring."

"Ohhh, I like the tie in, good thinking. What does Mum think?"

"She's well onboard with it, made some good suggestions. I'm including some photo's from my childhood."

"Really, what the three of us, together?"

"Yeah and some contemporary ones of Perdy, Kyle, Em and me."

"Sounds good, when does it open and can I get a ticket?"

"Dad, I was hoping you would open it..Please?"

"Me? but why me?"

"Because your my Dad and your also a new Dad."

"Wow, well of course, I'm flattered you'd even consider me, phew."

"You were my first and only choice."

"What about Perdy, doesn't she have family would her Dad like to do it?"

"Difficult."

"Wha.. why?"

"Ummm, have you noticed we never talk about Perdy's family?"

"No, not really, I just guess it never struck me, is there a problem?"

"When Perdy came out, when we were at College, her parents..."

"Shut the door in my face." 

Perdy, looking at the ground stood by the lounge doorway.

"My parents think I'm some kind of harlot, perverted and bound for hell."

"Oh my God, Perdy I had no idea, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry, I never..."

Harry walked to Perdy and hugged her to him. Her arms slid round his sides and she sighed.

"Harry, you, Lizzie, Kyle, Em, Susan and Richard are all I have, and all I need."

"Have you tried approaching them recently?"

"My Father returned the civil ceremony invite with the inscription "Whore of Babylon" written across it, so no I haven't had any contact recently."

Perdy's shoulders shook and she buried her face in Harry's shoulder. Lizzie moved to her and laid her head on Perdy's back.

"Darling girl, let it go, I am so sorry, not just for you, but for them, they're missing out on Kyle and Em."

"Oh, Harry how do you see the good in everything."

"Because I have Susan, You, Lizzie, Kyle, Em and little Rick, how else can I see the world. For me, after so long in the dark, I can see the sunshine, feel the wind and look at the best treasure on earth."

Lizzie slid round to join herself to Harry too, Perdy moved and she and Lizzie wrapped themselves against Harry.

"And in all this, I get to hug and cuddle with two of the three most beautiful women in the world. My cup runneth over. Joy to the world."

They laughed and Perdy wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. Harry dabbed his handkerchief at her face, drying her gently.

"Thanks Harry, I do love you very much. You're the best Father in Law a girl could have."

"And you darling girl are the best, most beautiful, talented, life enhancing Daughter in Law a man could wish for."

"Oh Daddy, I love you so much."

"Likewise baby girl, life would be and was unbearable without you."

"Right, let's get on, come on Perds time to mount up and move out."

Perdy grinned and went out to finish getting ready, Lizzie kissed Harry again and turned to go. As she moved away Harry grabbed her wrist, gently.

"Oh No, not so fast, I need some information from you baby girl."

"Oh, Oh, now let me think, Don Quixote are you about to tilt at Perdy's family windmill?"

"Baby Girl! I'm surprised at you. Did you expect me not to want to right a terrible wrong?"

"Hmmm, be careful, you're going to stir up a lot of very hurtful events and there's bound to be a vocano of emotions waiting to blow. Sure you want to do this?"

"For Perdy, yes, I love her like I love you, she's hurt and I want to stick a metaphorical Band-Aid on it."

"Nut case, oh, she's ready, go careful fellah, Coming Perds."

Lizzie ran out the room, and Harry saw her catch up to Perdy, they kissed quickly, then, coats in hands, went out the front door. Harry stood looking at the floor, he heard Ola behind him.

"Parker, are you going to the hospital this morning, I have present for new baby."

"Ola, you shouldn't have, bless you. Yes I'm going to finish up and then head off, thank you."

Harry finished getting ready, went into the kitchen where a gift wrapped box stood on the island counter top. He kissed Ola on the cheek and squeezed her arm. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"You're a good man Parker, you have become a very special person to the Jarnewski's."

"Likewise Ola, it wouldn't be right without you guys, you're our family too."

"Get on with you Parker, go see new baby, Rick, good name."

"thanks, see you later."

Twenty minutes later Harry pulled into the car park at the Hospital. Taking a huge bunch of flowers and Ola's gift he headed for the Maternity centre. Susan looked shocked at the size of the bunch of flowers, but grinned as Harry's face appeared round the side of them. A Nurse whisked them away and Harry sat at Susan's bedside. Rick lay in a cot by the side of her bed, he was asleep. Lying on his back, he snored and occasionally twitched. They stared in fascination at him. 

"He's dreaming that his milks being taken away."

"Harry, that's cruel, no he's dreaming of running and jumping with his nephew and niece."

"Lizzie and the gang will be in this afternoon, so when I go, I'll leave it til much later before coming back, that way they get some quality time with you."

"Harry you don't have to you know, you're Ricks Dad, you get preferential treatment."

"I've had that for the last six years, a couple of days won't matter. Anyway I have a top secret mission I'm engaged in."

"What are you up to Harry?"

"Susan, you know this new Exhibition, well Lizzie told me about Perdy's par..."

"Harry, no, please leave it, Perdy gets awfully upset about this. She thinks it's best to just leave it. Please Harry think very carefully about what you're doing. Oh no! You're just going to go right to their house aren't you?"

"Yup, I am, got the address from the book in the kitchen and I intend to beard them in their den."

"Sounds very biblical, you know they are very strict Church right?"

"I gathered that, "Whore of Babylon" isn't your average insult."

"Be careful, you're stirring up a real hornets nest."

"I will, but I'm on a mission on this one."

"Harry I do love you, but sometime.."

Susan let the end hang. Rick meanwhile was waking and his arms and legs were flexing and stretching. His eyes flicked open and he began to mewl. Harry reached into the cot and gently lifted the squawking bundle into his arms, Susan smiled as Harry gently sang as he rocked his son. 

"Shall I see if he's hungry?" 

"Here, there you go Rick, Mummy to the rescue."

Pulling her nightdress to the side, Susan placed Rick to her breast where he happily suckled. Harry looked in awe and love at mother and son. A single tear fell down his cheek. Susan felt a lump in her throat, and fought back a sob. Harry gently stroked his son's head, over the small amount of dark black hair that was plastered to his skull. His other hand found Susan's arm wrapped round Rick. and he held it. Shortly after Susan switched breasts and Rick contentedly filled his belly.

Rick, sated, fell back off Susan's breast and emitted a loud belch, eyes closed he slept again. Taking him gently Harry placed him back in his cot, where he lay peacefully, a wrinkled smile on his lips. Susan adjusted her nightdress and lay back. 

Remembering Ola's gift he handed the package to Susan. Inside was a silver piggie with a curly tail and a slot for coins. Harry laughed as Susan shook it and they heard the jangle of coins inside. Harry kissed her forehead and promised to come back later. She nodded and closed her eyes. 

Two nurses came in each with a vase of flowers, complimenting Harry on the displays. Harry placed Ola's gift on Susan's bedside table and slipped out of the hospital.

Using his satnav Harry found the large townhouse in a popular part of a Newtown, about thirty miles from his home. He parked and walked up the pathway, rang the bell and stood back. A tall man grey haired and clean shaven, about five years older than Harry answered the door. He stood barring access.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I believe you can, are you Peter Kerraway, husband of Anne Kerraway and father of Perdita Kerraway-Parker."

"We have no daughter, she died."

"She didn't die, she married my daughter."

Harry moved closer,

"She married my daughter and they have two children, your grandchildren."

"My daughter is nothing to me, she is a whore and a deviant, I repudiate her, I cast her out, now get off my property."

Peter Kerraway stepped back to close the door and Harry stuck his foot in the gap. The door swung forward and jammed Harry's foot against the door jamb. Harry winced but wouldn't move.

"Can I ask you a question, do you really believe your wonderful, talented, beautiful daughter is a deviant?"

"She lies with another woman, it is forbidden by God."

"I think that's lying with another man and it's part of the old testament. I don't think Jesus ever railed against women who chose women. I think your God says you should forgive others trespasses, as He will forgive yours. I think also there is an epithet about the sinless should cast the first stone. Also isn't vengeance and justice the province of God?"

"I.. I will not.. trade scripture with you on my doorstep.."

"Okay invite me in and we'll talk like mature men, or we can stay here and attract the attention of all your neighbours."

"Peter, Peter, stop it, stop it, enough is enough. Let that man in, I want to know what's happening with my daughter."

"We have no Daughter..."

"Yes we do have a daughter, and grandchildren, I want to hear about them, I want to see my daughter."

"Anne, this is listening to the devil's disciple, he speaks with a ..."

"Shut up Peter, shut up, enough.."

Peter Kerraway was dragged back and a beautiful older version of Perdy stood at the open doorway.

"Please come in Mr..."

"Parker, Harry Parker, I am pleased to meet you Mrs Kerraway, thank you."

They went through to an immaculately furnished lounge. Peter Kerraway sat in an armchair, head in his hands, sobbing. Anne Kerraway sat in the other armchair and beckoned Harry to sit on the sofa. Harry sat, then she asked if he wanted tea or coffee. Harry asked for tea and she rose and left the room. The silence broken occasionally by a sob from the armchair to his left, Harry looked around the room. It was fussily dressed, lots of framed pictures and prints, many display cases, bookcases and a piano. The piano was covered in photos of Perdy from a baby to early teens. There were no pictures of her older than sixteen or seventeen.




A New Dawn Ch. 05



"We do not display anything of her after her fall."

Harry looked round and Peter Kerraway sat upright in his chair glaring at him.

"Well you are missing the best of her then. Your daughter is strikingly beautiful, she's talented and I count myself lucky to know her, let alone have her as my Daughter in Law. No matter what you think or believe, that girl loves you both deeply and she is being torn apart by this estrangement."

"I know, I.. I regret my actions every day, I miss her more than I thought possible," Peter Kerraway began to sob again.

"What have I done, what have I done..."

"Peter, Peter, oh darling, it will be alright." 

Anne Kerraway put a tray of tea and biscuits on the coffee table, sitting on the arm of his chair she pulled him into her chest and wrapped her arms round him. Harry sat back and watched her comfort this proud but broken man. After a while Anne Kerraway sat back up, kissing her husbands head,

"Mr Parker, why did you come, are you hoping to reunite us with our daughter or what?"

"That is the sole purpose of my call today. Just as you ache to see her, Perdy feels exactly the same way. I wish that I could say the right words to make you see that she needs you as much as you need her."

"You say we have grandchildren?"

"A boy and a girl, Kyle is six and Em is three."

"Are you sure Perdita is willing to see us, after all we have been rather..."

"Perdy would be over the moon to see you, to show you her children and to let her children see they have such proud and beautiful people as grandparents. Trust me, a reunion would be a win-win situation."

"Harry Parker, you quote or misquote from the Gospel often, are you a God- fearing man?"

"Mr Kerraway I would be lying if I described myself as a regular churchgoer or a believer. I will say this, I have had good fortune in my life lately. I lost my wife and child due to my greed and pride, luckily I had a second chance, I took it and I thank whoever for that, every day with them is a bonus for me."

"I find it hard to do this Harry Parker, but I will see my daughter and grandchildren, and my what? Daughter in Law. I will see them and let God tell me what is the right thing to do."

"Mr Kerraway, I think you are a very brave man and I can guarantee that you will feel love and affection fill your heart when you see your daughter and her family."

"Amen,"

After tea and Harry's descriptions of his last six years, he passed around a picture of Perdy, Lizzie and the children. He saw Anne and Peter Kerraway fight back tears and answered their questions on how the reunion could be arranged.

Later back at the hospital, he saw the girls and his very exited grandchildren just leaving the Maternity unit. Harry hugged and kissed everyone, then gave Lizzie an extra long hug. Leaning in he whispered in her ear, she giggled and nodded. Leaving them he went to see his wife and son.

A week later, with Susan home and Rick installed in the nursery, they sat back on a peaceful Saturday afternoon, listening to Perdy outline the final details of the Exhibition. The doorbell rang, no one moved, neither Ola or Josip appeared to be available. Perdy shrugged as the bell went again, then walked to the door. They heard it open, then silence, then a sob, a shriek, sounds of crying, murmurs. The door shut and they rose to look into the hallway. 

Perdy shaking and sobbing loudly was in a hug with her parents, who were also crying.Kisses were traded and arms gripped each other fiercely.

"Mummy, why is Mummy crying?"

"Kyle, Mummy is crying with happiness, because that's her Mummy and Daddy and they haven't seen each other for a very long time." 

Lizzie wiped a tear from her eye and picked Em up.

"Is Mummy sad they haven't seen her Mummy and Daddy for a long time."

"Yes she is, but she's also very happy they are here at last."

"Have they been on a big holiday then?"

"Well a sort of journey that has taken them away from Mummy for too long. Why don't you go and say hello to your Nanny and Grandad."

"Can I?"

"Yes you should, take Em too."

Kyle and Em held hands and walked over to the trio. Kyle tugged Peter Kerraway's trouser leg, he looked down, grinned and sliding out of the hug above, knelt down to hug Kyle and Em. Standing he showed them to Anne Kerraway, who was rewarded by Em holding her hands up and towards her. Taking Em, she proudly hugged and kissed her granddaughter, Em grinned and snuggled into grandmothers neck.

Peter Kerraway walked over to Harry, and Kyle went to him, freed now he turned to Lizzie and engulfed her in a bear hug. Not letting go as he swayed slightly, Tears rolled down his and Lizzie's cheeks. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, for being there for Perdita, for giving her love and stability, supporting her and having such gorgeous grandchildren with her. I am so, so sorry for all the pain and sorrow I have heaped on you."

"No more than the pain you gave yourself. We are so happy to see you and all the love you will bring into our lives."

"I see you are Harry Parkers daughter indeed. Thank you Lizzie, I may call you Lizzie?"

"Well Ms Parker is a bit formal, considering the hug we're in."

"Quite right. I love you already Lizzie Parker."

"I love you too Peter Kerraway, you are a brave, proud and loving man."

"Alas with feet of clay and a wounded heart. How much pain and grief have we all been through, but what relief this is."

"Hello Lizzie, I'm Anne, if my over emotional old man ever puts you down I would love a hug too."

They laughed and Peter took Em, who kissed her grandfather and hugged his neck, as Lizzie and Anne embraced. Harry and Susan stood smiling arms linked and watched the family enlarge. Ola bustled in with a tea tray and patted Harry's back.

"Well done Parker, you did good, you are a very good man."

"Thanks Ola, you going to join us in a cup of tea?"

"I put extra cup on just in case."

"Good girl, is Josip around?"

"Over at the tree-house with the kids."

"Give him a ring, tell him to get up here and bring the kids, let's have a party."

"More work for me then Parker!"

"Nonsense we'll all muck in and help, you see."

Later that night with Peter and Anne Kerraway in the spare bedroom, Susan and Harry sat on the bed, discussing the day. A small knock saw Perdy come in, she sat on Harry's lap and kissed him.

"Thanks Harry, I'm so happy, thank you for giving me a bit more of myself back and a whole new future."

"You're more than welcome darling girl, I am so pleased for you."

"Thank you,"

Jumping up she hugged Susan and left.

"Don't get too gooey buster, when Rick wakes tonight you're on duty."

"My life is perfection."



A New Dawn Ch. 05 - Epilogue



The group walked down the beach, from the house. twenty two year old Rick was one pace in front of Kyle and Em, and two ahead of Irena, Beata, Kaja, Cezar and Jakub. On the wooden decking by the steps, Susan, Lizzie and Perdy sat with Anne, Neta and Ola. Standing behind were Josip, Peter and the partners of the group. Susan sat head up, Lizzie and Perdy holding her hands. Anne, Neta and Ola all held hands to. Peter's hand rested on Anne's and Susan's shoulders, As Josip's did on Ola's. Petr, Neta's husband had both hands on her shoulders.

Rick walked slowly to the tide, where he lifted the lid on the urn. Em sobbed and Cezar, her best friend, lover, soon to be husband, moved to place his arm around her waist. The four remaining Jarnewski children linked arms and pulled together. 

"Dad, thank you for our lives and good fortune. Thank you for being there, when we needed you most. We love you very much and will miss you forever."

Stepping into the water he and Kyle held the urn and tilted it slowly so the ashes spread out on the outgoing tide. Em threw a single rose. They watched the ashes float and tumble disappearing into the clear waters, the rose bobbing and weaving in the tide. Susan felt the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Harry Parker had died twenty two years after his first heart attack and the birth of his son Rick. He had filled every day with joy and lived it as though it was his last, until finally it was. Ten days ago he had collapsed in the garden and was pronounced dead twenty minutes later, at the hospital that he had generously funded for all these years. The paperwork and legalities had taken seven days to process, including permission for his ashes to be scattered on tortoise island.

As the rose bobbed further and further away, the children turned and walked up the beach. Kyle now twenty eight was a talented artist, marrying Rosa, a classical dancer he met at a party seven years previously. Em had grown up with Cezar and they had developed a deep and abiding love which sustained them through their different lives. Rick was in his last year at university and was dating Petra, an undergraduate a year below him. 

Irena had shown immense interest in medicine and Harry and Susan had insisted on funding her through medical school. At thirty eight she was a well respected Consultant Neuro-Surgeon, having met and married Ned, a fellow surgeon. They had two children Agnes and Bertha, four and two respectively. 

Beata was working in advertising in the family business, groomed to replace Perdy in due course, she was a natural, as yet unattached she had left a string of broken hearted boyfriends in her wake. Kaja was just out of university and back at home examining her options, having taken a two year sabbatical mid course to run an oversea aid group in the Phillipines. Jakub had nearly finished his engineering degree falling behind owing to a three year gap, when he went to find himself.

Peter and Anne Kerraway had become closely involved with the Parker's following their reunion with their daughter Perdy. Remaining close friends and confidantes over the years. They had sustained and enriched the Parker family, helping and assisting in every way the growth of their grandchildren. Peter now aged nearly ninety remained ramrod straight and murmured a prayer for Harry's soul. "Amen" echoed Anne as he finished.

Perdy and Lizzie, now nearly fifty, had achieved their ambition and developed a constantly evolving range of fashions for pregnant women, also branching out into baby wear. Beata had fitted in perfectly and added another younger dimension to the business. Inseparable from one another, they were known affectionately at work as the twins.

Ola and Josip, now in their late fifties, continued to work for and assist the Parker's, remaining as much a part of the family as their children were. Their job now was to ensure Susan remained healthy, active and fit. Neta, Ola's cousin had been responsible for keeping Harry alive on this very beach all those years ago, together with Harry's daughter Lizzie. As much a part of the family as Ola and Josip she had married Petr and moved to Paris, flying back often to catch up with the family.

When everyone was on the decking, under the awning, Josip opened some juices and sparkling water and Ola removed the cover on the food she had prepared. Soon everyone was eating and drinking as stories of Harry's legendary behavior circulated. Susan learned of the mammoth tickling session on the day after her giving birth to Rick. A full on affair involving everyone in the house, Ola recounted the sequence of events, with everyone involved chipping in a recollection. 

Peter Kerraway reminded everyone of his first meeting with Harry. Perdy slipped her arm around her father's waist and grinned as he explained what an arrogant idiot he'd been, before meeting Harry.

Susan sat, then told everyone how Harry had sought her out and explained how he wanted to start over again with her and Lizzie. The place was silent as she described the scene and how she had later pounded him for secretly paying her rent on the Gallery she ran. Then the endless errands they thought up to test his resolve. How he had saved the opening of an exhibition by moving the caters and food using his old company contacts.

Later they all decided on a dip and shedding clothes, held hands and walked naked into the sea, before splashing and swimming around. Peter Kerraway and Anne enjoying the warmth of the water linked arms with Susan, hugging her they insisted she spend some time with them later in the year on a trip to Rome. Susan said only if she paid her own way. Peter said they could argue the detail later, but insisted on an answer, yes or no, she immediately said yes and they hugged again.

Suddenly a lot of splashing and shouting erupted as Rick and Kyle upended Ned and sides were taken, Beata launching a preemptive strike on Josip, who disappeared under the waves. Ola felt Cezars hands on her ankles as she pitched forward into the sea. Em grabbed Irena and threw herself backwards as Irena reached for Jakub. He sidestepped her hand, but went tumbling forward as his Aunt Neta used both hands to send him tumbling. She screamed as Petr whipped her legs from under her and sent her tumbling after Jakub. Kaja tried to avoid everyone but was knocked over by Josip as she reached the shallows.

"We're best out of this." said Susan, missing the movement of the hands of Peter Kerraway pulling her backwards until she felt herself falling. She went down with a bump in the surf completely soaked, but laughing. Anne turned and pushed both hands into his chest and he splashed down beside Susan giggling like a four year old. 

Perdy tipped Lizzie backwards and turned to run, only to find her ankle gripped by her partner who dragged her down beside her. Petra and Rosa wrestled each other into the waves, grinning like cheshire cats. The chaos lasted another ten minutes before, laughing and giggling the group began to struggle back up the beach.

Susan hugged Anne Kerraway,

"Do you know I think Harry would have enjoyed that."

"I think Harry is enjoying it, although I bet he'd prefer to be joining in."

"Perhaps we ought to hold an annual Surf wrestling for Harry event." added Peter Kerraway sliding an arm round Anne.

"Harry, this one's for you, bless you my love, thank you for spending the best years of our lives with me," Susan shouted and everyone roared their approval.