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Chapter Twenty-eight

Monday
December 8, 1958

Johnny sat at the dining room table and drank his coffee. He tried to marshal his thoughts, which was hard to do almost all the time now. He had to do this, he had to do that, and Maeve expected him to talk to Eve.

Talking with Eve was delightful, but little talk occurred. She was somewhere now, up to something no doubt. Johnny didn't think he could do too much more this morning. Maeve had left in a huff, a smiling huff, but a huff, earlier, saying she, at least, had things to do. She kissed him then gave the moving shape under the blanket a pat and left. Johnny had her list in his mind; he could recite it. Check on Gladys, visit Kitty, and check on Penny and what Penny and Lori needed to get done this evening. Check on the kids, check on The House, then back here for the shoot with Beth. Lunch fit in sometime along with whoever she could snag; probably Michael if Shirley relents.

His list was pretty much the same. He still needed to talk to Eve. He finished his coffee and stood, pulling the robe a little tighter around him. He was barefooted; the terrazzo floor was chilly. Eve wasn't in the bedroom; he dressed, not wearing a tie today or more formal jacket. He went to the garage; she wasn't there either. Just on the off chance, he looked out the window in the door to the outside. She sat on the edge of the seawall, looking down at something in the water. It was hard to believe she was twenty-five; she appeared and acted much younger.

He went out to join her. She had one of Maeve's robes on, her only bow to convention. He sat next to her, his legs dangling off the seawall.

"Penny for your thoughts," he said.

She didn't turn to him, she spoke to her feet. "Just thinking."

"Anything in particular?"

"Not really. Time to go?"

"Not quite. We have to have our important discussion."

She shook her head.

"Can I show you something in the garage?"

She turned and watched him. "You just want me to come inside before the neighbors notice I'm dressed." She turned back to her feet.

Johnny touched her shoulder. "Come in when you're ready. I have work to do."

She nodded slowly. She spoke softly. "I never had a boyfriend in high school because I was too shy."

"Tough?"

"People didn't like the way I looked. I was awkward and clumsy. I wasn't pretty."

"You're beautiful."

"You have to say that. You're my pimp. Keep morale high, the troops ready for battle."

"You're beautiful, Eve. Wacky but beautiful."

"I'm an oddball?" She turned her head and glanced at him. "Want to run off to Rio and be my boyfriend?" She grinned.

"I'm already taken. Sorry."

"Let's go in." She stood. "So you're sorry you're not my boyfriend?"

Johnny took her hand and they walked to the house. "How do you manage in colder weather?"

"I don't go out."

"You go out in summer time?"

"Sure. Shop. Eat at restaurants. You're the only one who notices, Johnny."

"I notice all right." He held the door open. "If I ran into you a year earlier."

"You'd have paid your ten dollars, fucked me and not had a second thought, Johnny." She tossed the robe on the table and faced him. "What did you have to show me?"

Johnny looked at her for a moment. She didn't have large breasts; they were perfect and pert. Eve's skin was white, pale and white. Maeve was pale, but when she and Eve were side by side, Eve was paler. Johnny could see blue veins just under her skin. "Sit on the bed and I'll show you."

Eve stepped away, sat on the bed.

Johnny went to the shelf, brought a box to the bed and set it between them. "I'd have had second thoughts." He opened the box. "I know you don't like this stuff. Try it for me. Tomorrow you and Loreli will have a photo shoot. We'll run the gamut. We're doing more lingerie stuff, stockings, panties," he grinned at her face, "bras, gloves, you name it."

"Do I have to?" She pouted.

"There's an extra twenty, if you do." He watched her go through the stuff.

"You're kidding, right?"

"If you'd dress up, not lingerie, but real clothes, you could work a hotel or be on call. You'd make more money."

Eve put a pair of stockings to the side. "What if this stuff doesn't fit me?"

"It won't. We'll shop on the way to The House."

Eve put the stockings back in the box. "You'd make more money, Johnny. Admit it."

Johnny gave a nod. He reached into his pocket and took out his money roll. "How much for all day."

"There's no all day at The House. In and out, that's how I like it. I'm ready to go back." She crossed her legs and tossed her foot. She looked away from Johnny.

Johnny peeled off two bills. "Thirty men, behind a bar, Thursday night. That's outside, Eve." He winked at her. "Five dollars each, plus all the beer you want to drink." He set the bills on the stockings in the box. "You can buy Lori a present."

She let out a breath. "All day, hunh?"

"Plus Thursday."

"I don't like beer."

"I'm sure they'll offer an alternative."

"Men," she said. She took the hundred. She smiled brightly at him. "You'll squeeze in a couple today, too?"

"See what you like. If we have time, I'll see what I can come up with."

She nodded and took out the stockings. "I won't have to wear this stuff when I'm out, will I? I'll smother."

"Just a dress and shoes. Nothing underneath. You might consider a sweater."

She shook her head while going through the box. She looked up at him. "Does Maeve know you're doing an all-day with me? Bet not."

"We won't tell her."

Eve laughed. She took out a black lace bra. "Let me know when you want to fuck me." She eyed him. "Or have me suck your cock."

Johnny stood. "It'll be a while." He went to the table by the fridge.

"I'm not scaring you, am I?" Eve stood and pulled on the stockings. "Yeech."

Johnny sat and watched her. "You look good." He waved his hand. "Walk about. Let me see you."

Eve stood with her hands on her hips, legs spread, and twisted her torso one way, then another. She then put one foot on the bed, leaned back and held her breasts while winking her eyes at him.

As Eve walked across the room, then knelt, still holding her breasts, Johnny wondered if, when she did it with the dildo, the dildo would show.

Maeve watched Gladys answer the telephone. Gladys spoke well. Clearly, concisely, everything important was covered. Gladys made notes on a pad, put her pen down when the conversation was finished. Gladys gave her a smile, tapped the button on the receiver and dialed a number. She then read the information on the pad, said goodbye and hung up.

Gladys made a note on a chart, then turned to Maeve.

"I had to let Cindy go. She wasn't showing up like she promised. She said it was car trouble. It was her drinking again."

Maeve gave a brief nod. They had five or six dependable girls and a few who were iffy. They tried to work with people; everyone had problems. Some people always had problems, mostly of their own making. "I'll tell Johnny. She wasn't interested in working in The House?"

Gladys shook her head. "Can't blame her in a way. You give up a lot of your freedom."

Maeve smiled. "How was it Saturday night?"

Gladys blushed.

"That good?"

"Better than I expected." Gladys stood and stretched. "I think my ass is spreading, all this sitting."

"Ass my foot, you're just showing off."

Gladys sat in her chair. "That, too. I feel good. Like Saturday, just a few hours, not a marathon, every now and again would be nice."

"Johnny's problem is he has too many women. Our problem is there aren't enough men."

"There are plenty of men."

"M.E.N., Gladys."

Gladys grinned. "You're right. It'd drive me crazy if I was a few years younger. It did drive me crazy."

Maeve nodded. "I need to go to Sarasota to visit Kitty and Greg. Would you like to go out to lunch?"

"Better stay by the phone. It's slow now, it'll pick up sometime later."

"Any ideas on a helper?"

"From the girls at The House, Sue. I'd pick Sue."

"Alex's Sue?"

Gladys gave a nod. "She has a head on her."

Maeve stood. "I'll talk to Sue."

"I'd have to share her with Alex, I know that." Gladys picked up her paperback. Maeve saw that it was Peyton Place. Great person, Gladys had a terrible sense of literature. She'd divorce Johnny if she ever found a Mickey Spillane novel in his hand. Shoot him first, then divorce him. They were both too busy to read now. Three months ago her idea was she and he in bed all the time. That wasn't working out, was it? Now her idea was the both of them in a cozy country cabin, fire blazing in the fireplace, cuddling on the couch, she with War and Peace, he with A Tale of Two Cities. That wasn't likely this week or next either. If she could get Saturday night off with him she'd be happy.

"Everything okay?" Gladys asked. Her book was face down.

"Sorry." Maeve smiled. "Just caught in a thought. I'll see you later."

"Say hi to Johnny." Gladys picked up her book.

When she saw him she'd say hi to him all right. There was too much competition and he was just a man. Just a while ago all she had to worry about was Kitty and Gloria. It was okay then. She smiled at Gladys. "I'll tell him you said hi."

Maeve left the office and took the elevator to the ground floor. Penny's hotel was just a few blocks away; maybe Penny would have lunch with her. Two good-looking women should attract attention. She stepped outside. She had an ache to fill. Kitty could wait for a couple of hours.

Kitty and Greg were finished with their lunch; Mark was at the treasure chest picking his treat. Mark was having a blast. She liked that. It was a nice restaurant.

They had shopped earlier. Kitty had some books now to read, Mark had fun looking at seashell and coconut novelties. Greg had to stay outside since of the shops weren't set up to handle wheelchairs. He didn't have a problem with it. He watched people, his magazines in a bag on his lap. He liked pictures more than words, he told Kitty. He liked to go places; pictures did that better for him.

"Sorry for last night," he said.

Kitty looked up from her plate. "It was no problem. Everybody has nightmares."

"Well, thanks about last night." He turned to watch Mark.

"Having a good time?" Kitty asked.

He nodded and turned to her. "The past few weeks have been great. The kids, you and Maeve and the others. Now this."

Kitty touched her fork. "The sex you mean."

He stared at her for a moment. "Having a great time?"

She shrugged.

"Sorry." He turned to look at Mark.

Kitty touched his arm. "It's not you, Greg."

"Still, sorry." He turned to her. "Mark is coming, so I'll say this quick. It's not the sex, which is fantastic by the way. For years I was in a bed. I didn't see people. I didn't do anything. The past few weeks have been great. You're great. I never imagined anything like this, I wouldn't let myself imagine anything like this because it'd never happen. Me like this with a beautiful woman. I'm sorry it's not better for you."

Kitty gave a nod. "What did you get, Mark?" She smiled at her son and held out her hand.

Mark handed her the pirate hat. "Next time I come here I'm going to get a sword."

Kitty smiled at Mark, then at Greg. "Thank you both." Kitty handed the prize back to Mark. "What does it look like on you?" She clapped her hands and laughed. "Long John Silver has met his match."

Greg glanced at her then Mark. "Want to come here tomorrow?"

"Yes," Mark said.

"Then we'll tell the waitress to save your sword for you."

Mark glanced at him and said, "Oh," turned to his mom and said, "boy."

Kitty watched them. "We'd better go back to the hotel. Know where you want to go today, Mark?"

"The circus."

"You're not planning on bringing an elephant home with you, are you? There's not enough room, dear."

"Oh, mom."

"It's a horse, Kitty." Greg caught the eye of the waitress.

"You two," Mark said. "Pirates don't have elephants or horses, they have ships."

"And treasure," Kitty said. She opened her purse and dug through her change. She passed the dimes and quarters to him. "It's not gold, I'm afraid. But it is silver."

Greg handed Mark a clean handkerchief. "A bag for your silver doubloons."

Mark opened the handkerchief and laid the coins in it, then picked it up as if it were a bag.

"We're ready, I guess." Kitty stood.

Maeve tossed her bag on the dresser and turned as the man closed the hotel room door. Penny was on the floor below with his partner, so she had to charge. It wasn't that she needed the money. She didn't, thanks to dear old dad. It was because Penny was charging and it was only fair.

She smiled at him as she unbuttoned her dress. He leaned against the door and watched her.

She removed her dress and kicked her shoes under the bed. He smiled tentatively at her as she walked over. This was one of those days when she wore no underclothes.

"Need help?" she asked.

He stood away from the door and watched her as she unbuttoned his jacket. She winked at him, put her palms on his chest and slid to her knees. Men wore too much. It was a nuisance. Johnny was only now beginning not to wear a tie.

She'd let him take care of the top part. She touched his crotch, not hard yet, gave a squeeze, then ran her hands down his pants legs. She remembered one time finding a dime in a man's pants cuff. It never hurt to look. She untied his shoes, took them off. She unfastened his belt and glanced up at him. He had his jacket off and was staring at her. She returned to her work; she unfastened his pants. She looked up at him and smiled as she gave his crotch another rub. She unzipped his pants, let them fall partway, and then pushed them down.

His shorts were next; she held his cock and kissed it. It jerked in her hands. She watched him, ran her tongue over her lower lip, then returned to her task. He was hard in no time. She held on to him as she stood, leaned against him and touched his nipple. There. Perky all over. She let go of him and turned and stepped to the bed.

She sat and waited, her legs spread, hands behind her. He stepped out of his pants to her. She waited for his kiss. There, that was nice. She touched his cock, felt him touch her shaved pussy. Hers was probably a first for him.

He was raring to go, she was okay, she guessed. They'd do it quick, then relax and do it again. Twice for seventy wasn't bad, was it?

She kissed him again and slid up on the bed. He was in her in a flash. It was over too quick. She gave him a broad smile, kissed him and held him in her. She didn't like it when they rolled off and snored.

She could do all kinds of things; today she thought she'd tell a story.

"Have you ever been to a stag party?" she asked him. Her fingers played with the hairs on his neck.

He slowly nodded, raised himself up to look at her. "God, you're beautiful."

"Well, so have I. Want to hear about it?"

He watched her for a second, then gave a nod.

She let him roll off. He propped himself up on one arm, played with her nipple. His eyes were everywhere on her.

"It was several years ago. My best friend was getting married to this great guy. She didn't know that I knew him, you know what I mean, or she might have gotten jealous. We three went everywhere together.

"One night we were in a club, an arty bar in fact, jazz band in a basement. My friend had gone to powder her nose. Bill asked me if I'd come to his stag party. He asked me because we'd done some things together and he was pretty sure I wouldn't say no.

"I asked when. Next weekend. I said okay. I had nothing planned and Bill was a fun guy. It was at this place out of town. He gave me directions and I said sure and my friend was back. Their wedding was in two weeks and it was all she could talk about.

"The place was a friend's house. It was easy to find, there were a lot of cars parked out front. I knocked on the door, someone opened it and their eyes bugged out. I guess they were from Outer Mongolia and had never seen a real live girl before. He let me in, ran to find Bill. Ran." She laughed and leaned against him. They kissed. He held her to him; she took his cock in her hand, small and wet.

"Bill came and took my hand and led me to the living room. I was shocked. They'd hired a whore and she was sucking off the men on the couch, one by one. Others stood around and watched. They'd moved the coffee table somewhere. She was almost naked; stockings and high heels were all she had on. She was on her knees. There were three on the couch; their pants open, erections waiting for her.

"The men were drinking, some beer, some wine, some harder stuff. They drank and muttered but were fairly quiet, considering. I could tell by the stains on some of their pants she had not just gotten there.

" 'God, Bill, what do you think I am,' I said.

"He told me she was for the others, he wanted me for him."

"I looked at him and said okay, but not down here. He took my hand and led me upstairs. I took his glass from him and finished it. 'Get me another first,' I said.

"He left me and I undressed. His friend had a nice bedroom. Windows on two walls, light and airy and not oppressively manly. I sat on the bed and waited for him.

"He came back a few minutes later. The men were louder downstairs. He handed me my glass. He knew I liked wine. I drank as he undressed and then we screwed. He was good like you, made a woman want more.

"He got up and was dressing, watching me, like you are. Men are silly; I'm just a woman like other women. I am, too. He asked me if it was okay if a friend of his came in and he could do it, too, with me.

"I looked at him. Who did he think he was kidding? But I was wanting more like I said, and he couldn't or wouldn't, until later that is, screw me a second time. It was a long drive here and back for not much of anything, I thought, so I said, yes."

"I said yes, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, the party had only started. I left the next morning. In between I satisfied seventeen men, I think it was seventeen men, until they couldn't do it any more. I did anything they wanted, I'll do anything you want. Do you want me to suck your cock? I promise not to spill any. Do you want to fuck me up the ass? One forty and you and your friend can have me together for another hour. Both at once or one after the other. That's what they did." Maeve gave his cock a squeeze.

"From three until about three a.m., by then they were pretty pooped. Five were still there in the morning and we picked up where we'd left off. The whore left at seven the night before. We met in the hall and talked for a minute. She told me they were paying her a hundred and I thought, hey, I can do that, so here I am.

"Ready for another?" She smiled at him and they kissed. "I was a mess when I went home. They wouldn't let me wash up before I left. Men can be so mean." She gave a pout, then snuggled against him. "You're not like that. Decide yet?"

She was right. She thought her ass might intrigue him.

Packing wasn't much for Gloria and Darlene. Tiger and Sylphie wore what they had. Gloria called a cab on the pay phone downstairs, had everyone ready when it arrived. David sat in front with the cabbie; she, Tiger and Sylphie rode in back. They looked like desperadoes. It couldn't be helped.

All during the ride to the alley, Gloria wondered about Darlene's pistol. She hoped it was back in the room. She hoped if it weren't it didn't cause problems. They stopped at the alley and of course, no Romeo and Juliet, damn kids.

She had the cabbie wait as she got out to look around. David stood at the side of the cab when she turned back.

"Don't go anywhere. Stay there."

David gave a nod. Darlene could be so masculine; it surprised her. At first it was obvious, to her at least, that David was a girl. Now, she caught herself. David was assuming the mannerisms that made a man.

Gloria walked into the alley. It wasn't very deep. There was a turn, which made it blind, a board fence blocked the end. Someone had claimed the thoroughfare as their own. She turned the corner and saw them. Juliet was bent forward, her hands on her knees, dress thrown up her back. Romeo was fucking her, neither even noticing that she was watching them. Poor kids. Fucking was all they knew. Not all by a long shot, but that described it pretty well. Not fucking as she thought of fucking. Fucking like some people who weren't her friends thought it.

"Come on kids, the plane won't wait for us."

They glanced up. Romeo kept on thrusting.

"You can do that later. We have to go now."

Juliet looked over her shoulder. She said to him, "Let's go, all right?"

Romeo gave a couple more thrusts then stopped.

She wanted to tell him he'll live. It took a minute to get their clothes in place. She held out her hands and took Juliet's. Romeo wasn't in a good mood. Typical.

When they got to the end of the alley she saw David talking to another man. They turned toward her when they heard something and the older man yelled. "Fucking Christ, Nancy, you been with that nigger again." He took a step toward them.

"We don't want to have any problems," David said.

The man turned and saw the pistol. He stopped for a moment and laughed. "Put it away kid before you hurt yourself."

Gloria stood with Romeo and Juliet at the opening of the alley, the man between them and the cab. She took a step forward; Romeo held her hand now, Juliet held the other.

The man took two steps toward them.

"Ask Rudy if I know how to shoot this," David said. He cocked the hammer. The click echoed.

The man held dead still. "Rudy wasn't a friend of mine, kid."

"Good." David paused. "You don't want to be here, right?"

"I'm going, kid." The man walked carefully several steps away then slowly turned. "You're taking Nancy from me?" He looked bereft.

"There are other ways to make money, hear?" David said. He opened the back door for the kids.

"Not for me, there ain't. Don't take her from me."

David shut the door, opened the front door for Gloria. She got in next to the cabbie.

"She's just a kid, mister," David said. He sat next to Gloria, shut the door and carefully uncocked the pistol as the cab pulled away from the curb. The cabbie didn't say a word.

"Thank you, David," Gloria said.

"Don't mention it." Darlene didn't turn to look at her. They all were a little tense on the drive.

The pistol went in the bag and everybody was happy. She and David were respectably dressed, the kids weren't. It couldn't be helped. No one said anything, though some wanted to, about Romeo. She dared them.

It was a long flight. She was delighted to see Tiger's eyes get even bigger at take off. No one was airsick. They sat in the tail in the last seat so they weren't spread out.

She didn't think Romeo would be a problem for Johnny or Maeve. She knew he wouldn't be for Kitty. Johnny's notes to her mentioned changes. She hoped she wasn't tipping the apple cart. If so, Romeo and Juliet could live with her. She dared her neighbors to say anything. She let out a breath and looked at the clouds, over Tiger's and David's shoulders. No one said much, until the hostess brought their meals. The kids liked that. Food. Special pins, even Tiger wore hers. Clouds.

Gloria heard Sylphie tell Tiger she was having the awfullest time and Gloria felt bad until she saw the grin on Sylphie's face.

After they landed she'd take everyone to Johnny's — just outside. Johnny wasn't expecting them, who knows what was going on inside. Then to Kitty's. She couldn't wait to see Kitty. She couldn't wait to see Kitty, Maeve, Johnny and Al.

Johnny watched Eve try on clothes in the department store. He was in here a lot; he wondered what the counter help thought. Maybe they thought he was wealthy with several beautiful mistresses, like Eve was beautiful.

After they got her things he needed to go to Kitty's and check on Winifred. First they'd do Eve's promised interlude. He had no idea how he'd do it. He didn't worry too much about that. She was beautiful and willing. It was almost a shame to see her covered.

He had an idea. He smiled to himself as she strolled over and did a slow turn.

"Perfect," he said. "Buy another and something casual. Slacks and blouse, maybe a bikini."

Eve grinned at him after making a face and sauntered back to the saleswoman.

There was a house being built on the way to Kitty's. The walls were up, roof on and a crew was working on the inside. They'd have a bite at The Pelican and he'd offer his proposal.

Perhaps she'd begin to see the advantage of clothes now and again if then you go out and have adventures.

Maeve walked with Kitty to the beach. Greg and Mark were in the room. This would take just a minute.

"How are you holding out?" Maeve asked. Kitty looked tired.

Kitty gave a smile. "I think if I'd had a chance to plan a vacation it would have turned out differently but this is fun."

"Fun?" Maeve held out her hand, Kitty took it. Kitty always felt wonderful.

"I'm with Mark. Greg is fun. Greg and Mark together are fun."

"Greg and you?"

"It's okay." Kitty shrugged.

"Greg was my idea. Johnny and I talked about this before . . ."

"That's okay. Greg is nice."

"Do you want someone different? Alex? Charles? One of the girls?"

Kitty shook her head. "You're not offering Johnny, are you?" She grinned.

"Not even I get Johnny." She smiled at Kitty. "Let's go back. Johnny treats the girls like rare wine. He believes they need to be shaken periodically. Shaken as," Maeve twisted her hand.

"He does that, doesn't he? No, I'm happy."

"You don't have to force it. Just give yourself a break. You don't want to screw Greg, he'll understand. You and Mark can go off and one of us will come down and make him grin all day."

"No, Greg is nice. We'll have fun."

Maeve rolled her eyes. "What does Mark want to do?"

"The circus, he said."

"The Ringling Museum. Anything else?"

"That will probably do for today."

"Just so we know." Maeve gave Kitty's hand a squeeze.

"He's interested in mummies and pirates."

Maeve grinned. "I'll check around and see if we can rustle up a mummy or two. There's a restaurant out on one of the keys. It has a pirate theme. I'll find out the address and call you so you can go there."

"Thanks, Maeve." They stood at the door to the hotel.

"Need money?"

"We're doing fine, Maeve. Really."

She kissed Kitty. "Don't stint. Keeping dry?"

"The Sahara."

"Good." She touched Kitty's cheek. "Give yourself a break for a week. And thanks for giving Greg a vacation. He needed one, too."

Kitty gave a nod. "Let's go up."

Johnny sat on a sawhorse and watched them. They thought he was a crazy pervert, he wasn't quite sure he was not. It wasn't hard. They parked in front of the house. He left her in the car; she was out of her dress already, the minx, with a big grin on her face, waiting.

He went inside, found them taking a break, just a crew of three. He said his girlfriend had a thing about construction workers, had dreamed about . . . He didn't go into specifics. He pointed to the car, said he'd just wait here if that was okay.

They thought it was a joke. Two stood at the door watching as the youngest was made to go to the car. Johnny didn't hear anything, but they stood differently and one started to wipe his palm on his overalls.

Eve stepped to him and gave him a big kiss, then ran to the closest worker and jumped into his arms. He about fell over. She told them what they could do in case they had questions. They got the idea.

The house's interior walls weren't up. The studs created an open maze that intrigued him. The studs, the open spaces, Eve's moans, got him thinking and one thing always led to another. He thought he'd add Eve to the photo shoot tonight. He'd gotten an idea. If she wanted to go back to The House, that was okay. If not, he had an idea.

He turned and looked at her. She lay on a tarp, on her back. The last one was in her, fucking madly; it must have been awhile for them. Her legs were wrapped around his pelvis so that when he raised up, she did too.

That one was done. He got up and left her, to stand by his friends. They stood and arranged their clothing, staring at her. Thank goodness they weren't nasty like some men afterwards.

"Johnny," she said. She lay with her head turned to him, her legs open, arms spread wide.

"Not now, dear." He stood.

"Oh, okay." Her frown turned into a smile. "That was a nice impromptu. Thanks." She sat up.

He waited. He knew the show wasn't over yet.

Eve put her hand to her pussy then held her hand to her lips. After licking her fingers, she asked them, "Are you sure that's all you want to do to me?"

Four months ago he would have been speechless also. Now it was old hat. He held out his hand to her.

Eve took his hand and stood. She held him. "Truly memorable," she said. She blew a kiss to the men.

They walked to the car.

"Don't sit on your new dress, dear," he said to her.

She took forever to get in the car; by then he had the dress out of the way. He went to the trunk and got out a towel. He sat in the driver's seat and handed the towel to her. He gave the men standing in the doorway a wave and drove off.

"I want you to have a dress on when we visit Kitty's"

She nodded as she wiped herself.

"Would you like to be in the photo shoot tonight?"

"Can I?"

He had to move the dress onto his lap as she curled against him.

"But you have to go back to The House tonight."

"I'm sure Loreli is missing me."

"I'm sure she is. We'll stop at Kitty's, then we need to stop for a minute at The House."

"Do I need to go in Kitty's?"

"I'd like you to meet Beth, she's Elizabeth at Kitty's. She'll be your partner in the shoot. Besides, you might have fun."

She nodded, played with the buttons on his shirt.

Kitty held Greg. They were lying side by side in the bed. They didn't have much more time before Maeve brought Mark.

"Have you been anywhere?" he asked her.

"Gainesville for college, that what you mean?"

"No. Like Europe or Mexico?"

"Never out of Florida."

"I lived in Michigan. I was in the army in Korea. After the war I moved in with my mom."

"Maeve talked about taking Gloria and me to Paris with her next spring. Johnny wants to go to London. She hasn't said anything about it since Gloria left." She played with the hair on his chest.

"I never met Gloria."

"You'd like her a lot. Maybe she's been places. She's like that. Her husband was killed in Korea."

He didn't say anything.

Kitty lay on her back and took his hand, the one with only two fingers. She studied it, felt the scar tissue between the thumb and the littlest finger. She held the hand to her breast. "You feel nice, you know that?"

He shook his head, he wanted to pull away from her. She didn't let him.

"You look nice, feel nice, you are nice. What are you doing in a hotel room with a five dollar whore?"

Greg shook his head. "We need to get up."

"It doesn't bother you that I'm a whore?"

"We need to get up." He tried to sit.

"Answer me, then we'll get up."

"I think next week I'll be jealous, insanely jealous. Then I'll remember I have no right. Then I'll remember this, us together. The jealousy, my thoughts about anything, don't have anything to do with this."

Kitty watched him pull himself up. She kissed his cheek, stood, got his clothes and helped him dress. Then she dressed as he watched her.

Johnny sat at the kitchen table with Michael. Shirley was busy so they had to wait. Michael had stopped drinking beer when he moved in The House. He had a glass of fruit juice in front of him. He didn't look like he was enjoying it.

"Why the fruit juice?" Johnny asked.

"Something Charles, then Alex, said." Michael spun the glass slowly. "They said it helped improve performance to not drink alcohol. They said fruit juice was the way to go." Michael took a drink and made a face. "I'm willing to try anything. Can you imagine what it is like to live in a house full of sluts, not just whores, but sluts who can never get enough? Six women."

"Seven, not counting Beth who you can't touch."

Michael gave a brisk nod. "Seven. It's too much at times."

"You could work at Kitty's."

"I'm not complaining. If I'm going to die I can't imagine a better place." Michael finished his juice. He got up and rinsed out the glass. He sat back down. "I'm pussywhipped. They have me washing the dishes and I rinse first because that makes it easier. Less yucky stuff."

Johnny put out his hand. "Hold out your hand."

Michael held out his hand, then pulled it away before Johnny could touch it.

"What do you use for your hands? Mine are a mess."

Michael began laughing. He wiped the tears from his eyes. "You wear gloves, Johnny, sissy rubber gloves so your hands stay soft." He caught a breath. "See what I mean? We're supposed to be men. We're the ones who wear pants in the house. Hell around here I have to remind half of them to put something on before they go out to get the paper."

"Eve's in the car waiting for me."

"That's what you think." Michael laughed.

Connie stood in the hall. "Shirley wants to see you."

Michael stood. "Be right there." He rushed off.

"Are you busy?" Johnny asked.

Connie shook her head and sat down. Connie worked above a bar before joining them. She and Gloria had traded places for a night. Connie decided she liked them so Johnny made good to the bar owner. She had a lithe figure, black hair, brown eyes and dark skin, like she was tanned. Johnny thought her name might be Consuela. She never told anyone anything other than Connie. She had no accent.

"How's Michael doing?"

"He's our teddy bear." She grinned.

"Shirley mad at him?"

"Shirley and Michael like to complain. If they're not complaining, they're unhappy."

Johnny gave a nod. "Like Beth?"

"The new one who barks?" She laughed. "She's okay."

"She's never done this before."

"I could tell, she's nervous. Seen people do all kinds of things their first time, but never bark."

"Everything okay with you?"

"Sure. This is a nice place. You never hit anyone. Michael is a teddy bear. Never had it easier."

"What do you want to do?"

"Maeve asked me that. Hell, I don't know. Do this I guess till I get too old or too ugly or both then run a place like this." She slapped her head. "Gosh. I forgot. You want a blowjob?"

Johnny shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Figure you'd be with Eve." She smiled at him.

"You've seen her?"

"She's upstairs kissing her sweetie, Loreli."

Johnny smiled. "We'll leave them be until I'm ready to go." He touched her arm. "I think that's it. I don't want to make you nervous."

"You don't make me nervous, Johnny." She looked at the fridge and then back at him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She gave a nod, bit her lip.

"You and Billy can spend the night Thursday."

She gave him a shy smile. "I don't mean to be a whiner."

Johnny shook his head. "You aren't." He still didn't understand it. Connie was a beautiful woman. Young, beautiful, not shrill or dumb. He never asked them how and why they got started. Only Gladys had ever told him a bit of it. Even Maeve didn't really tell.

Well, he guessed he'd be ready to go when Shirley and Eve were done. He grinned at Connie and she blushed.

Johnny watched Maeve play with her dinner. They'd be having the shoot soon and she never liked to eat much before a session. She took a sip of her wine and finished her salad.

Eve and Shirley didn't mind loading up. They finished their spaghetti and chatted with each other. Eve had worn a dress, unzipped, and she was out of it before she was in the door. She winked at him and laid it carefully on the wingback chair in the living room.

Shirley had brought Beth's dog bowl. Maeve hadn't seen Beth in her current transformation; she'd been fascinated. Johnny had to admit he was a little bothered, but Beth seemed to have a happy bark. She sat with her plastic bowl beside Shirley eating her dinner with her paws. She seemed to ignore the conversation as she cleaned herself afterwards.

Alex arrived and it was time. They went to the garage. Maeve asked if she could, Shirley handed Beth's leash to her. Maeve grinned at him as she walked past. Beth was on her hands and knees behind Maeve giving a bark now and again.

Alex had his lights already set up for the white backdrop. That's where they did the first photographs. Johnny kept out of the way, and sat at the table near the fridge. Eve joined him since her part in the shoot would be later. She moved her chair close to his and laid her head on his shoulder.

Her hair smelled nice, she had a clean, earthy smell, none of the fragrance that Maeve used. Johnny put his arm around her and held her as he watched Shirley and Maeve put on their costumes.

Shirley and Maeve had almost the same coloring; black hair and same height and age but they didn't look at all alike. Shirley's hair was long, relatively straight. Her eyes were brown; Maeve's were blue. Shirley's body wasn't as luxuriant as Maeve's. They both were beautiful to him.

Shirley put on stockings, panties and garter belt. She wore a bra and a black top with heels that had an extra inch so she was taller than Maeve. Maeve wore black stockings and a jet necklace. Beth, who knelt close to Shirley, was naked except for a black mask over her eyes.

Alex positioned them and turned to Johnny.

"Ready?"

"You go ahead. When you're done I want you to do a few more shots with Eve here." Eve nestled closer to him. She laid her hand in his lap; he gently lifted it off and laid it on his thigh. She gave his thigh a squeeze.

Alex did a number of shots with the three women in a variety of positions. When he was done, he turned to Johnny and Johnny stood.

"We need an upholstered chair first." Johnny began moving the chair. Alex helped him carry it to the set and position it. "Shirley is on the chair, Beth beside." Johnny stepped out of the way. "Do several shots."

Johnny stepped to one of their boxes of props. He went through it, put aside a crop and a switch. He carried them to Maeve. "Take your pick."

Maeve took the crop, held it behind her back.

When Alex was ready, Johnny motioned to Eve. She came and stood next to him. He bent and whispered into her ear. She gave a nod, looked at him and smiled happily.

"Okay, Alex," Johnny said. "A sequence of shots. Maeve brings a reluctant Eve to Shirley. She shows her the crop; Eve cringes. Eve kneels at Shirley's feet and Maeve steps to the side of the chair opposite Beth. Shirley talks to Eve, holds the point of her chin with her hand and smiles. Eve then stands between Beth and Shirley, Shirley hands Eve the leash handle. Beth crawls away, Eve follows." Johnny pointed. "That way Beth, Eve and Shirley. Shirley follows Eve. That's it. When I say slow, you move slowly. When I say shoot, Alex releases the shutter. When I say okay, you move at normal speed. Okay?" He looked at each one. "Okay, here goes. Places." Johnny stood beside Alex and the camera. "You want the camera lower, Alex, about this high." Johnny indicated a height with his hand.

"Go," Johnny said. "Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Good. Shoot."

Alex said. "Stop. I need to put in film."

When Alex was ready, Johnny said, "Go, shoot." Eve knelt in front of Shirley. "Shoot. Shoot." Shirley talked to Eve. "Shoot." Eve stood, "Shoot," and positioned herself between Beth and Shirley. "Slow now. Shoot." Shirley handed Eve the leash. "Shoot." Eve held the leash handle in front of her. The handle was about six inches of red wood with a steel ring for a braided leather leash at the end. "Shoot." Eve lowered the handle and inverted it, so the leash hung from it. "Shoot." Eve positioned the handle in her pussy. "Shoot. Slow." Eve slowly pushed most of the handle up inside of her. She straightened as Alex shot more frames. "Okay. Normal. Shoot." Eve followed Beth, holding the handle with her pussy. Shirley followed.

Johnny glanced at Maeve who winked at him and laid the crop in the chair.

"Great." Johnny said. "Take a break while Alex and I set up the camera."

The three women sat around the table, Eve with a glass of milk; Beth knelt next to Shirley.

Johnny and Alex set up the lights around the bed. Alex had already marked spots with tape on the floor so it wasn't that difficult. Johnny removed the coverlet and rumpled the sheets. He got a chair from the table to stand on so he could lower the backdrop paper and heard Maeve asking Shirley if her dog fetched.

"Fetch, heel, rollover, play dead, she knows lots of tricks, don't you girl?" Shirley gave Beth a scratch behind the ears and Beth gave a happy bark.

"Can we play fetch?" Maeve asked.

"Sure," Shirley said.

"Unclip the leash from Beth's neck," Johnny said.

Shirley smiled at him and released Beth. "Fetch for Maeve."

Beth crawled to Maeve and barked. Maeve looked at Johnny and gave a luminous smile. "Back in a second." Maeve walked across the room and picked up the switch. "Fetch," she said as she tossed it.

Beth crawled to the switch and reached for it with her paw.

"Fetch it with your mouth," Maeve said.

Beth bent down and took several tries to pick up the switch since it rolled. Beth crawled to Maeve and dropped the switch at Maeve's feet.

"In my hand," Maeve said. She knelt and held out her fingers.

Beth knelt and tried several times to pick the switch up.

"No paws," Maeve said.

Beth finally had the switch in her mouth. She laid it carefully in Maeve's hand.

"Good girl," Maeve said.

Beth barked happily.

Maeve turned to Shirley. "I want to borrow your dog sometime tonight. What do you do when she's been bad?"

"A rolled up newspaper." Shirley crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.

"Good." Maeve smiled so the tip of her tongue showed briefly. Maeve turned to Beth, touching Beth's breast with the switch. "When I've been bad, Johnny uses this." Maeve drew the switch alongside Beth's flank, across her legs, up between them to her pussy. Maeve turned to Johnny. "How many strokes, Johnny, since I've been bad and fucked Beth's husband?"

"Five," Johnny said. Alex stood beside him.

Maeve laid the switch on Beth's shoulder. "You can do it later tonight. Five strokes with the switch since I've been a bad girl."

Beth looked at Johnny, then at Maeve. She gave a bark.

Johnny glanced at Alex. "Ready?"

Alex gave a nod, he went to his camera on the tripod.

"No," Johnny said. "You are one of the actors, Alex."

Johnny waited while Alex undressed. "We'll set up the sequence. I'll begin shooting; Shirley will finish. You won't be in these pictures, Shirley. Okay?"

She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the camera.

"Maeve on the bed. Alex with her." Johnny waited. "Beth to the side of the bed, Eve holds the leash. You won't need the blindfold, Beth." Beth gave a bark when she was by the bed. "Help her, Eve." Johnny winked at Eve then stood by the camera.

Eve clipped the leash to Beth's collar and slid the handle back inside her pussy.

Johnny looked at them. Maeve was on her back, her legs were partially bent and knees raised. Alex knelt in front of her pussy. Beth and Eve were at Maeve's left. Johnny walked over and moved Beth to Maeve's feet, Eve behind her slightly. Johnny positioned the camera.

"Alex will fuck Maeve." Maeve grinned at the ceiling. "Beth is a good dog and cleans Maeve. After that you four do what you want. Shirley will shoot pictures from the tripod and hand held." Johnny checked his watch. "You have an hour and half."

Johnny got behind the camera. "Ready, Alex? Then go to it."

Johnny shot a few pictures. Alex was quick as usual. He moved afterwards to kneel by Maeve's head. Johnny shot more pictures as Beth crawled onto the bed and began to lick Maeve's pussy clean. Maeve was squirming, Alex's cock was in her mouth and Eve was moving around the bed toward Alex.

Eve sucked Alex's cock, then held it so it shot onto Maeve.

"Go to it, Beth," Johnny said. "Your turn, Shirley. Have fun shooting pictures, then join in. You know how Alex is." Johnny stepped away from the camera. "Make sure Beth gets fucked once, that Maeve and Eve don't hog it all."

He walked past the bed. Beth straddled Maeve and was licking Maeve's face and chest clean. He needn't have worried. Alex was behind Beth, getting ready to fuck her.

He head never counted how many times Alex could do it like that. Three or four, he thought, quick like that, then a bit more time between each come after.

Eve stood on the bed above Maeve's head, Beth's face by her pussy as Alex began to fuck her. Beth fell forward. Eve held her head with her hands and braced her against Alex's thrusts.

Johnny went into the house and went to the kitchen. He opened a beer and carried it into the living room.

Charles was supposed to be by at eight thirty. He didn't think it wise for Charles to walk in on anything at this stage.

Johnny found a Life and paged through looking at the pictures. He could hear someone screaming from the garage. He got up and put a record on the hi-fi and sat down again. Better, he thought.

Maeve felt Eve fuck her with the handle of Beth's leash as Alex fucked Beth's pussy a foot above her mouth. Maeve thought Beth and Eve were kissing. Beth was quiet unlike a while ago. Maeve watched Alex's cock fuck Beth. Come from her pussy dripped onto Maeve's face.

Eve touched her as she used the leash handle; Maeve jumped and twisted. She shut her eyes and let out a moan. She felt them move above her, Alex got off the bed. She felt a tongue on her pussy and let go.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Eve bent over, hands on the bed as Alex jacked off onto her face. Beth's pussy was swaying above Maeve's face. Maeve raised her hands and brought Beth down closer to catch the drips, then to lick.

Beth gave a bark when Maeve licked her, jumped and screamed, grinding her pussy into Maeve's mouth. Good dog, Maeve thought as she held on.

Johnny heard a car door slam. He walked to the front door and opened it to look out. The yard was dark; he turned on the porch light. He saw a cab parked in the drive, a woman walking toward the house. "Gloria."

He went to her. He wondered if he was smiling as much as she was. He took her in his arms and hugged her, held her tight against him.

She backed away after kissing him. "Johnny, I have kids in the cab." She took his hand and led him to it.

He looked into the window. Two boys, three girls. He turned to her. "Where's Darlene?"

Gloria smiled. "That one."

She looked like a boy. He stood. "Want me to drive you to Kitty's?"

"There's no problem?"

"Not that I can see."

"Thanks, Johnny."

"We're busy inside, better not come in. We can use my car. Gladys has yours." He watched her. "It's so good to see you." He took a step away and turned. "Do you need help with the cab?"

Gloria shook her head. "We're okay."

"I'll tell them I'll be gone. Be right back."

He went into the garage; Shirley was on the bed with the others. Alex was fucking Eve. Maeve and Beth were mouth to each other's pussy. He touched Shirley's shoulder. "Something's come up. I have to go."

Shirley pouted for a moment, climbed off the bed.

"Thanks." He took her by the hand into the living room. She flopped onto the couch.

"Get yourself a beer or wine. Charles will be here soon." He saw she didn't have a watch, gave her his. "At nine stop them in there and bring Beth out. She and Charles can use the guest bedroom until ten. Time them." He grinned. "At ten he takes Eve to The House. He's to do whatever she wants. Whatever." Shirley nodded and smiled. "Then you and Beth can join Alex and Maeve in the garage. I hope to be back by then, Okay?"

"Beth and Charles nine to ten. Charles takes Eve to The House."

Johnny walked to the door. "Thanks, Shirley. Tell Maeve Gloria is back."

Shirley gave him an offhand wave. Johnny went outside and shut the door. The kids were in the car; the cab was gone. Two suitcases stood at the rear of the Buick, Gloria leaned against the fender.

Johnny opened the trunk. "Gladys has your car. We'll need to get another, but you can use Kitty's Chevy for now."

"It's nice to see you, Johnny." Gloria touched his arm.

Johnny started the car; Darlene sat next to him, Gloria next to Darlene.

"I didn't recognize you, kiddo."

"All you ever noticed was the hair, hunh, Johnny?"

"I wouldn't say that."

"We found Sylphie, Johnny," Gloria said. "And three others."

Johnny nodded. "My heart fell for a moment when I didn't see you, Darlene."

"You felt better when you realized you were rid of me. Now you don't feel so good, do you, Johnny?" Darlene said. She put her cap in her lap.

"I feel great, Darlene."

"Then it's because of Gloria because Maeve isn't putting out to you anymore."

Johnny laughed. "Getting some has never been a problem recently. We have seven new girls, Gloria. You'll love them. And two new kids at Kitty's. Full house."

"How's Kitty?" Gloria asked.

"I need to talk to both of you about Kitty. She's fine. She's just having problems."

No one said anything for a bit. "Did you meet Greg, Gloria?" Johnny asked.

"He's the one Maeve talked about?"

"He's been helping out with the kids. Kitty, Greg and Mark are in Sarasota for a week's vacation."

Johnny parked in front of Kitty's behind her Chevy. He turned to look in the back seat then studied Gloria. "Was it rough?"

"Pretty rough, Johnny."

Johnny got out of the car and opened the trunk. "The boy can sleep with Walter in Mark's bed. There are beds in the garage. Darlene and Sylphie can sleep with their sisters or in the garage. The little girl," Johnny glanced at Gloria who stood beside him, "how old is she?"

Gloria shrugged. "Eight, ten. I don't know. She doesn't talk, Johnny. It was pretty rough." Gloria took a suitcase from Johnny's hand and set it on the ground. She opened it and took out the pistol. "I hate to take this into Kitty's house." She handed it to him.

He set it in the empty trunk and shut the lid. He didn't say anything.

Gloria watched the kids meet each other. Walter was shy at first with Romeo but they were okay with each other in a few minutes.

The kids talked in the living room while Winifred, Neva, Johnny and she sat at the table. Tiger seemed to be okay with the kids if she was close to Darlene. Tiger didn't like Johnny.

Gloria pushed her empty coffee cup to the side. "I have a million things to tell you, but I'm too tired tonight."

"It can wait till tomorrow," Johnny said.

Gloria opened her purse and took out an envelope which she gave Johnny. "Not as much as it should be."

Johnny put it in his pocket.

"Not even checking?" Gloria smiled at him.

"We'll talk tomorrow. I'll come by in the morning."

Gloria turned to Winifred. "How have you been?" Winifred was more beautiful than ever. Maeve had a challenger.

"Busy," Winifred said. She waved at the house.

Johnny nodded. "She's borne the brunt, with Neva's and Gladys' help."

Gloria smiled at Neva. "Thank you. I hope to help now."

Johnny stood. "I'll come by in the morning."

"Johnny." Gloria stood. "Darlene needs to have an adult with her all the time. We've been through a lot."

Johnny looked at Winifred, then Gloria. "Okay." He exhaled. "We'll talk in the morning."

Gloria took his hand and went with him to the foyer. "Not much chance we'll be alone together soon, is there?"

Johnny shrugged. "It was crazy when you left, it's crazier now. You'll love the new girls. Neva is great. Gladys will be here tonight, she'll bring you up to date before I get here."

Gloria kissed him, felt his crotch and backed away with a smile. "Just remember."

He hugged her, felt her breast, felt her relax against him when he heard Darlene's, "Humph," in the hall.

Gloria kissed him then left, smiling.

"Don't I get a kiss?" Darlene said.

"I don't kiss boys."

"Maybe you should try it. Maybe you've been missing something." Darlene walked to him, her eyes on his. "Winifred pop your cherry yet?"

Johnny shook his head. "No, you're still in the running, Darlene."

"Even if I am a boy?" She touched his hand.

"Even if you are a boy. It's good to see you, Darlene. I hadn't realized how boring life had become without you around."

"A kiss, Johnny."

He shook his head.

"A kiss, Johnny."

Johnny studied her, her upturned face, her smile and the light on her face. He bent and touched his lips to hers.

Darlene held his neck as they kissed, then released him. She laughed then stepped back a pace. "Now you have to kiss Winifred, too, or you'll never hear the end of it."

Johnny turned to open the door, heard Darlene say behind him, "If you fuck as well as you kiss, Johnny, it'll be worth the effort." He heard her walk away from him.

He sat in the car for a moment before starting it. He hadn't meant to kiss her. He'd never meant that.

He drove home slowly. Darlene was back.

Maeve lay on the bed holding Beth's leash as Johnny fucked her. She was second; Shirley was first which was okay since Shirley hadn't gotten any earlier. That was a crazy way to think, wasn't it? It was all right for her husband to fuck another woman, two other women, in the bed right beside her.

She felt the leash tug as Beth cleaned Shirley. There was more to it than that; Alex was somewhere spreading goodwill. She raised her pelvis, felt Johnny's cock fill her, she squeezed, not that it did much good with all of Alex's come in her, she swayed her hips and thrust to meet him.

One thing about a dog like Beth was that Maeve was pretty clean. Normally she was slippery all over after Alex was done. She felt Johnny in her and stopped thinking. She saw a star rush toward her, heat and ice and brilliant light. She exploded. When she came to, she could still hear her scream. Beth was screaming next to her and Shirley gulped her scream as the bed shook.

Johnny was still above her, his head hanging loosely from his shoulders. He lowered himself onto her. She felt Beth try to reach her to clean her through Johnny. Good girl. The switch was next, in a bit after they'd all rested. Then it was Beth's turn for a good time.

Maeve held Johnny to her. "I love you, you bastard," she said into his ear.

"I love you, Maeve. More than anything, more than anyone." He rubbed his cheek against hers.

"Goodnight," Kitty said to Greg as she tucked him in. Mark was already asleep in his cot.

"Goodnight," he said, looking at her.

He had gray eyes, she realized. Not green, not blue, gray filled with light.

Kitty kissed Greg then stood. She opened her robe, she was naked underneath, and took his hand. She held it against her. She released his hand, slipped the robe from her shoulders, let him touch her pussy, then stepped away.

"Till tomorrow," she said. She sat on her bed, then swung her legs under the sheets.

Greg watched her as she turned out the light.

She wondered how long she had to wait until she could finger herself. She thought it didn't matter, touched her pussy with her hand. She was wet.

She shut her eyes and stroked herself. Not to come. She wanted to arouse herself so she could think of nothing else. If she wanted to come she would have done it in the shower earlier. The shower made enough noise so they wouldn't hear her. Unless she cried out.

She thought of that first time at Al's when he and his friends took turns all day. She thought of Al's neighbor, Pete, and his friends who liked a slut and knew how to use her. She thought about them taking her naked out into his back yard. It was night. They tied her hands to the chain link fence, put a wad of cloth in her mouth and took turns.

There. That was it. Her whole body shuddered with each breath. Ever particle in her body was lust now. Her skin, her blood, her fingertips.

When they were done, they hosed her off. It was November; the frigid water made her body convulse. They untied her, took the wad from her mouth and took her through the house. Men, standing around or sitting on the couch, watched her as she shivered. They held the door open, two of them, pushed her out and shut it.

She shivered naked on the porch. The porch light was on, it wasn't that late, across the street house lights were on, rooms glowed from televisions. She walked across two yards and knocked on Al's door.

That was the hard part, seeing his face when he opened the door, maybe Dan standing behind wondering who it was.

It was gone. Lust, glow, the shaky feeling.

Al should have knocked the shit out of her, though that wouldn't have changed anything. She would have gone back the next day or the day after.

She got out of bed, took her book from the bedstand and went into the bathroom to read.

Gloria held Sylphie to her. They were in the garage, Tiger and Darlene on the other bed. Poor Juliet, she couldn't understand why she and Romeo couldn't be together. Different Capulets, different Montagues now. She and Johnny would have a long talk tomorrow.

Sylphie stirred in her arms.

The child was so beautiful. Was that the problem? Being too beautiful?

She couldn't sleep. She wanted the comfort she found with Kitty, Maeve and Johnny.

Shirley and Johnny had gone off to Johnny's bedroom; Maeve held Beth. The garage was cool in December; they needed to think about heat. Perhaps the thing to do would be to find office space in town for a studio. Maybe they should find a house with a garage apartment.

The welts on her ass still stung. Beth hadn't held back when she used the switch. She'd beaten Maeve while Johnny and Shirley watched. Maeve bent over the bed and she whipped her.

Her ass stung then; she'd wanted to cry out but they had not given her a gag so she held back the best she could. Tears ran off her nose into her hair; her arms supporting her on the bed trembled. Then she heard a bark behind her and felt Beth's tongue lick her ass checks.

Johnny came over and helped her onto the bed. Beth climbed on with her. She saw Beth was crying. Smiling and crying as she looked at her. Beth crawled over her and they kissed as Johnny fucked Beth.

Now, Maeve held Beth's leash in her hand, Beth's hand held hers, her arm over Maeve, her face against Maeve's shoulder. Her ass stung, her husband was in their bed with another woman, second today. At least in that bed. She loved the bastard, about like Beth loved Charles.

Go to the next chapter of The Revolver.
Chapter Twenty-six | Chapter Twenty-seven | Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two | Chapter Thirty-three | The Schedule

The first part of Switch: a novel is Switch.
The second part of Switch: a novel is The Babysitter.
The third part of Switch: a novel is Comes the Bride.
The fourth part of Switch: a novel is The Revolver.

Disclaimer: Some of the things the characters do in this story are seen as offensive or frightening (even terrifying) by some if not most people. Please don't surprise anyone. Always ask first. Have an agreed upon safe word even if you don't do BDSM.

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