Storiesonline.net ------- Andy Taylor by Morgan © 1995, 2012 by Morgan. All rights reserved ------- Description: This is the second in the related "Kathy Carlson" series. Codes: MF FF rom cons het ------- ------- Copyright© 1995, 2005 by Morgan. All rights reserved. ------- Chapter 1 Kelly Carmichael was scared. Today was the most important day of her young life — she had just turned eighteen and was now a legal adult. She was standing in front to the entrance of the most impressive apartment building she had ever seen. This was the place where her friend, Barbara Cumings, had been enslaved by Andrea Taylor. And yet Bobbie had achieved her goal. It had been painful, but she had come away with over $100,000. For Kelly, it represented an opportunity. If she could make it happen, she thought she could earn more, possibly much more. Then she would have the money for Kevin Fitzpatrick to get his start in the construction business. He's so smart! she thought. And he's almost finished college, too. There had been a time when Kelly thought of going to college, but she had given up on the idea. Among her friends going to college was hoity-toity. All you need is a man and a job, they said, and college didn't help get either one. While she stood on the sidewalk steeling her nerve, she thought briefly of some of the things Barbara had been made to do. Kelly had even been practicing. She had been drinking her urine every day for a week now. Although she hadn't eaten her own shit, she had actually put it on a plate a couple of times. Although she had intended to practice eating her excrement, too, when Barbara had finally staggered home from the Taylor's and called Kelly, she was terribly sick. While they didn't know what caused it, they both thought it was probably some disease contracted by eating her own excrement. While Kelly was prepared to do it, she figured there was no sense taking unnecessary chances and risk being sick when she went to apply for a position as a slave. Finally screwing up her courage, she marched up the walk to the entrance which was set well back from the street. As she went up the walk, she realized how expensive an apartment in the building must be if they would leave so much valuable land vacant. A doorman opened the door for her when she reached it and looked at her strangely. Kelly's blue eyes widened as she realized there was also a receptionist in the lobby in addition to the doorman. Clearing her throat she said, "Kelly Carmichael to see Mrs. Taylor, please. Mrs. Andrea Taylor?" Now that she was standing in front of him, Kelly realized that the receptionist was, in fact, an armed guard. Looking at her skeptically he placed a call and then spoke quietly into the phone. Kelly was watching him closely so she saw it when his eyes widened for an instant in surprise. Looking at her he said, "You may go up. Take the special elevator over there." The guard indicated an elevator set off by itself away from the main elevator bank. Then he told her that it was fully automatic. As she walked up to it Kelly worried when she saw that there was no call button. Rather, there was a key switch in the wall. Nevertheless, as she reached the door it slid open silently. As soon as she entered the elevator car the door silently closed and it began to rise rapidly up the shaft. After a few moments she could feel the car's speed slow and then it came to a very smooth stop. Again the doors opened silently and she stepped out. She found herself in a small elevator lobby, not a great deal larger than the elevator car itself. There was a small table and on it was a vase with fresh flowers while a mirror hung on the wall above it. Kelly used it to check her appearance. Looking at herself she saw her brilliant blue eyes and her dark hair that was long and teased the way all her friends were wearing theirs now. At five feet eight she was much taller than her friends and was glad that Kevin was six feet three. Her complexion under the heavy makeup she was wearing was good. Rather than the common very fair skin so often found among the Irish, she had a medium complexion that tanned. Since it was January, though, she was very white. Putting her shoulders back to force her tits out, she rang the bell and waited to meet Mrs. Taylor. The door opened and Kelly's jaw almost dropped in astonishment. She didn't know exactly what to expect — from what Barbara had said, the door would be opened by the butler or a maid — but she never expected to see the woman who was standing there. She found herself looking at the most beautiful blonde she had ever seen! The girl — not much older than she was, Kelly thought — was also five feet eight. She had the most brilliant blue eyes Kelly had ever seen and very short hair — a boy's haircut, actually — but hair that was the color of newly minted yellow gold. She thought it looked beautiful with her deep golden tan. Most surprising to Kelly, though, was the woman's attire: she was wearing skin-tight Levis and a light-blue work shirt with the sleeves torn off at the shoulders. "May I help you?" the woman asked in the most wonderfully warm voice Kelly had ever heard. Who is this woman? she wondered. Nothing Barbara had told her had prepared her for this — and ever since she began planning for her slavery she had been pumping Bobbie for every scrap of information regarding the Taylors that she could get. Holding her head up straight, she said as firmly as she was able, "I am Kelly Carmichael. I am here to see Mrs. Taylor. Is she in?" The woman extended her hand and said, "Hi, Kelly Carmichael. I'm Andy Pierce, Mrs. Taylor's secretary. She's not home right now but perhaps I can help you. Won't you please come in?" As soon as she entered the apartment, Kelly received another surprise: The unit looked as if a cyclone had hit it. When she looked bewildered, the other girl laughed. It was the loveliest, most musical laugh Kelly had ever heard. She decided instantly that she liked this girl very much. Then Andy asked, "Have you eaten yet? I was about to make something for lunch. Are you interested?" "Thank ... Thank you very much," she stammered. "That would be very nice." Andy led the way to the kitchen which was also messed up, although it was much cleaner and more finished than any of the other rooms they had passed through. Moreover, it looked like all of the cabinets and appliances in place were brand new. Andy explained that the whole apartment was being redecorated and they had done the kitchen first. Although it wasn't quite finished, it was usable. Casually sweeping some debris off a chair onto the floor, she wiped the seat off with a paper towel and asked Kelly to sit down. When she asked if an omelette would be all right, Kelly quickly agreed although she wasn't entirely certain what an omelette was. She thought it had eggs but wasn't sure. Then she sat and watched in utter amazement as Andy moved so quickly and deftly to prepare a lunch for both of them. First she served onion soup that was like nothing Kelly had ever seen before. It was covered with a crust of cheese and, when the crust was broken, she smelled the most heavenly aroma rising to her nostrils. Andy had cleared off the end of a table and then sat down beside her to eat. Snapping her fingers, she jumped up again and came back with half a loaf of very fresh warm French bread and unsalted butter. Kelly watched Andy carefully out of the corner of her eye and did what she did. When she tried the soup, she found it was marvelous. The bread was the finest she had ever had. The soup was followed by a lovely salad. Although she didn't normally eat salads she did like them. But the salad she ate was far better than any salad she had ever had in her life. Andy returned to the stove and Kelly watched her. In no time she was back with an incredible omelette. I guess I'm right, she thought, An omelette is made with eggs. And yet it tasted like no eggs she had ever eaten. She was waiting for Andy — that seemed to be the right thing to do — when Andy told her to start eating — an omelette got very cold very fast. She recognized potatoes on the plate but they were different from any potatoes the girl had ever seen in her life. They not only looked like little balloons, that is exactly what they were. When she tried to use her fork to pick one up and it crumbled, Andy told her with a grin to just use her fingers. She did and found them marvelous. As she ate, Kelly marveled at what she had just witnessed: Andy had prepared a gourmet luncheon in just a few minutes. When Andy returned with her own omelette, they ate in companionable silence. When they finished, Andy cleared the plates and produced crème caramèl and then coffee. Finally Andy looked at her and asked, "Would you like something else? Cheese... ? Fruit... ?" Although Kelly shook her head, Andy liked the idea. She produced a platter of cheeses and a bowl of fruit and placed them on the table. Then she said, "I think it's more fun to get acquainted over some fruit and cheese. It's more relaxing." Then she said, "Now what brings you here today, Kelly?" "I ... I ... I have some confidential business to discuss with Mrs. Taylor," she said. "I am Mrs. Taylor's confidential secretary," Andy said quietly. "Can you tell me about it? She won't be back for a while." Figuring she had nothing to lose, Kelly squared her shoulders again and said, "I'm a friend of Barbara Cumings. Could I wait for Mrs. Taylor's return?" Andy slowly shook her head. If there was significance in the name, Barbara Cumings, — and clearly the girl thought there was — it escaped Andy completely. "She ... She was Mrs. Taylor's slave for almost two weeks ... She made a lot of money." So that was the girl's name, Andy thought. I never even knew ... Nor cared to know, I guess. "I don't believe I know the name," she said aloud. "Mrs. Taylor made her do a lot of things ... But she was paid very well." Holding her head up straight Kelly said, "I am offering myself to Mrs. Taylor as her slave. I will do anything and allow anything to be done to me. And I know I'm stronger than Barbara — I think I can take it a lot longer than she could. Will she have me, Andy?" she asked hopefully. Andy slowly shook her head. Finally she said, "Kelly, I guess you deserve to know the truth. You can see what a mess the apartment is in right now. Could you honestly see 'Drea Taylor living in this ... this mess? The fact is, she's traveling. She won't return until the apartment is back in shape ... And frankly, the way it's going now, God only knows when that will be." With a warm smile she asked, "Do you want to come back when she returns? It might be three months or so, though, and possibly longer." Just then the phone rang and Andy left the kitchen to answer it. Although she had not given any sign of it, she had been shaken by Kelly's revelation regarding Barbara Cumings. Picking up the phone she found it was Kathy Carlson. "Good morning, Mistress Kathy," she said sweetly. "How are you this morning? Stiff and sore, as usual?" Letting out a low groan Kathy said, "Why did you have to remind me? When you asked me, I moved my ass and it still hurts ... But it hurts so good! Ken went to sleep lying on my back last night with his cock still in my asshole. Right now I'm not sure I can even hold anything in." Kathy then took a deep breath and asked how things were going. Andy quickly told her about the appearance of Kelly Carmichael and her relationship to Barbara Cumings. "She seems to know what I made Barbara do and is convinced she can take a lot more than Barbara could." Then she asked, "Mistress, can a slave have a slave?" "Would you kindly knock off that shit?" Kathy retorted. "You are not my slave. We're finished with that! Forever, I hope." "No, we're not, Mistress," Andy insisted. "You may have released me but I have not accepted it!" There was a pause and then Kathy sighed with exasperation and asked, "It sounds like you have an idea. Do you?" "I have a faint glimmer of one," Andy replied. "Have you ever wanted to play Pygmalion?" Then she continued, "I don't have a plan — just a vague outline of one. But Kath ... I beg your pardon, Mistress Kathy ... could you call every day or so about this time? If Kelly answers — and she might — just say you're 'Drea Taylor. Are you willing?" By now Kathy was intrigued. She said, "What are you thinking about for the Pygmalion test? What will be your measure of success? I suspect you do have an answer for that one." "How about New York's Debutante of the Year?" Andy replied. "How about if I bet you $10,000 of yours against another year of slavery that I can do it? Want to take the bet?" "Sure do!" Kathy instantly exclaimed. "But we'll talk about your part of the bet later. It's a deal!" "There's more, though," Andy added. "I just realized that this project is going to cost some money for clothes, hairdressers, and I-don't-know-what-else. My proposal is this: Mistress Kathy, you front the expenses which will be added to the bet. If I win, you eat them. If you win, I work them off at the rate of $5,000 for each year of slavery. Are you still interested?" Kathy immediately accepted the condition. Finally Andy said, "I'm pretty sure the girl will play, but how about if I confirm the bet with you tomorrow? She might just tell me to go to hell, and she certainly should." After closing out the call Andy returned to the kitchen and Kelly. As she expected, the girl was twisting a handkerchief in her hands showing that her nerves were on edge. Not wanting to torture the poor girl, Andy launched right in. "Kelly, that was 'Drea. I told her you are here although we really didn't get into details because frankly I don't know any. However, I mentioned Barbara Cuming's name and 'Drea recognized it. Her words were, 'I remember her well. She was ... interesting.' She asked me what you looked like and all I could tell her was that you're about five feet eight, have dark hair, blue eyes and seem to have a decent figure — although I haven't really seen it. "She told me that the deal with Barbara was for $10,000 a day." Looking at Kelly she asked, "Are you a virgin, by any chance?" Holding her head up straight the girl said, "Yes, I am. I thought ... I thought I might be worth more to Mrs. Taylor if I were. I am completely untouched." Then she added, "But why did you ask?" "Because she has a proposition for you. I told her you are a local high-school girl — that's correct, isn't it?" When Kelly nodded, Andy continued, "The New York Spring Cotillion is coming up in three months. Although most girls come out in the fall, some do it in the spring. The deal is this: If you can be selected as Debutante of the Year at that cotillion she will do two things: First, she will pay you $250,000 cash. Second, since she loves the idea of having a debutante as her slave, she will pay you $25,000 per day for your slavery. There will be a minimum period of four days but your slavery can continue for as long as you can stand it." When she heard the amount of money, Kelly's eyes lighted up. She said, "It's a deal! I accept—" "Wait!" Andy interjected. "You didn't let me finish. If you are not successful she will only pay you the minimum wage on a 40-hour basis. That's about $140 per week for the time between now and the cotillion. Furthermore, you agree in advance to be her slave for a minimum of four weeks for a payment of $100 per day — that's a total of $2,800. You may extend it if you wish, but you agree to a minimum of four weeks." Looking at the girl carefully Andy added, "You have to understand there is a significant risk to you in this arrangement. Do you understand it?" Kelly's face went white as she heard the second part of the arrangement. But then she drew herself up straight in her chair, swallowed hard and said, "I accept. But what do I do now?" Shaking her head slowly Andy said, "There are two sets of things for you to do. First, we must set you up to be a debutante. Second, I am to prepare you for slavery which is the outcome in either event. And we have to do both at the same time. Are you willing to work?" When the girl nodded, Andy said, "Well, we might as well get going. As a first step, please undress. You won't be leaving the apartment much, and it's essential for you to get used to being naked at all times." Suddenly Andy snapped her fingers as she remembered something. "Do you have a boyfriend, by the way? You must have an escort for the cotillion." Again Kelly went pale but slowly nodded her head and told Andy about her boyfriend, Kevin Fitzpatrick. When she did, Andy swallowed hard realizing that there were really two people to prepare for the cotillion, not just one. Then Andy stood up and quickly slipped out of her clothes. Kelly's head was reeling. She was facing an opportunity to make far more money than she had ever dreamed. Preoccupied with her thoughts, it didn't register on her that Andy was stripping off her own clothes. When she looked up, she let out a gasp of surprise. Andy was standing in front of her naked, but that was not the surprise. Kelly realized that the woman's entire body was golden and utterly perfect. Even her pubic hair is sun-bleached, the girl thought. Then she noticed something else. There were lines all over the girl's body. Rising from her chair as if in a trance she reached out and touched Andy's skin and gently ran her fingers over the lines. She could feel them as indentations under her fingers. At the same time she realized that her skin was like satin and was utterly flawless except for the lines. Andy just stood and watched as the girl ran her slender fingertips over her. Then she said, "Feel my tits. Squeeze them. I assure you I'm not breakable." When Kelly did, she was amazed to feel how solid they were. At first she thought there were silicone implants but realized they were completely natural in feel. Responding to Andy's further instructions, she squeezed one of her ass cheeks as well. Then she realized something else about this beautiful girl's body: There was nothing other than glorious skin over solid muscles. Nowhere was there even a hint of fat or flab. After feeling Andy all over, Kelly's fingers were drawn, as if by a magnet, back to the lines scoring the woman's body. "That's the other thing," Andy said. "You're feeling one of my souvenirs of 'Drea. I took over one-hundred strokes with a whip a few weeks ago. As you can see, although they have faded, the remains are still visible." Andy shook her head and added, "Actually, she was in one of her kind moods the next day. I was a bloody mess and could not get out of bed. Even if I could have, because of the bastinado, I couldn't even stand up for several days." After quickly explaining what the bastinado was, Andy went on, "You see, for every hour of service to her I miss, I receive two lashes. Since we keep score on a twenty-four-hour basis, missing a day of service is forty-eight strokes. Had she enforced it, I would be dead." Andy smiled wryly and said, "I guess I'm too valuable to her alive. You see, Kelly, I am a slave to 'Drea, too." Kelly's eyes widened at the revelation. This magnificent creature is... a slave? she thought. Then she realized that Andy was giving her a chance to quit before she started and then Andy said exactly that. Finally Andy said, "There's one more thing you should know. If you decide to go ahead with this — and frankly, I would much rather you wouldn't — you must do exactly as I say. You see, I'm involved, too. To get my ... cooperation ... in getting you ready, I have a year's slavery on the line. If you win, one year is subtracted; if not, a year is added. Do you understand?" Kelly nodded but Andy shook her head and said, "That's not good enough! You speak English. Say it! Yes or no?" "Yes, Miss Pierce," Kelly said softly and then more firmly. "I will do exactly what you tell me to do. I intend to become New York's Debutante of the Year!" "Okay, then," Andy said, "let's get started." Although Andy was standing naked, Kelly was still fully dressed. "Come over here and let's see what you look like." Kelly rose from her chair and started to take off her sweater but Andy shook her head and said, "No, Kelly. I think I would rather do it for you. As I do, I may have the chance to give you a few pointers." She took off the girl's sweater which was made of a cheap acrylic fiber and revealed a bra that was also cheap and lacy-looking. After unfastening it, Andy dropped it on the sweater and saw that Kelly's breasts were youthful but full with lovely tip-tilted pink nipples. Then she unfastened the girl's full pleated skirt and let it drop to the floor. Now revealed was a garter belt supporting the girl's black open-mesh stockings. She unsnapped the clips and rolled them down her legs. Then Andy took the girl's garter belt and panties and dropped them to the floor together. While she had been working on the girl, Andy could feel Kelly trying valiantly to control her trembling. The poor kid is really scared, Andy thought. With the girl now completely naked, Andy rose to her feet, stood back and just looked her over. When Andy had started to remove her sweater, Kelly could feel her body begin to tremble. Because she was concentrating so hard on trying to control her fear, she was only vaguely aware of what Andy was doing. Then, when Andy rose to her feet and stood back, she was aware for the first time that she was now completely naked. It was all she could do to keep from covering her crotch with one hand and her breasts with the other. As it was, she was hunched over and found it impossible to look directly at Andy. "Not bad," Andy commented softly. "Not too good, either, but not really bad." Then pointing to a kitchen cabinet that rose vertically from the floor she said, "Kelly, stand with your back to that cabinet. I want you to force your shoulders back, keep your head up straight and look at me!" Kelly jerked up when she heard the command in Andy's voice. Looking at her, Kelly realized again how brilliant her eyes were. But then she noticed something else in her eyes — it looked to the girl like ... love! She put her back against the indicated cabinet and stood the way she had been instructed. Andy came over to her and squeezed one of her tits. As she expected it was soft, verging on being flabby. Feeling Andy's fingers, Kelly yelped and jumped. At that Andy lightly slapped her across the face. Kelly knew it was a very light slap because she realized that, with her incredible muscle development, Andy could easily hit her hard enough to knock her out. "A hell of a slave you are," Andy said scornfully. "My God! I just touched your tit and you jumped!" "I'm very sorry, Miss Pierce," Kelly replied softly. Then she said, "Thank you for disciplining me." Then with gratitude in her eyes added, "And thank you for hitting me so lightly. I'm sure discipline will be much more severe in the future. Would you like to continue your inspection?" Andy realized the girl had very good bone structure and basically an excellent figure. However, her belly was quite convex, having been held in by the girdle-like construction of her garter belt. Her hips and thighs were both flabby and full of fatty tissue just below the surface. A careful examination of the girl's tits confirmed her first impression: They were nicely shaped with lovely little pink nipples that thrust upwards. Andy frowned as she looked at the girl's pubic hair. First, it was spread across her loins as Andy's had been before it was plucked. However, unlike Andy's or Kathy's, there was no dense center. Rather, it was wispy and not very attractive. "Okay," Andy said at last, "Kelly, bend your head over and keep it there. There's something I need to do." The girl did as she was told and found herself just looking down at the floor. With her head in that position, even raising her eyes as high as they would go enabled her only to see a little more of the kitchen floor. Andy had gone for something and then returned. Now Kelly could see Andy's legs and lower body. Since she could not do anything else, she studied them carefully and decided they were utterly exquisite. When she focused on her pubic hair, she noticed for the first time that it was a very dense and curly golden patch above her bare labia. Kelly concluded that she must have plucked it that way because there was not a single stray hair. Just then she felt a pulling in her hair and a moment later she recognized a hank of her hair falling to the floor. Andy was doing to Kelly what months earlier she had done to herself: She was using a very sharp knife to cut the girl's hair short. She found she could do a much better job on the girl than she had done on herself, though, because this time she could see what she was doing. Kelly was bent over with her hands on her knees. Glancing down Andy saw what seemed to be drops of water falling to the floor. She realized the girl knew what was being done to her and was crying but at the same time had not said a word nor made a sound. The primary reason for cutting the girl's hair was that Andy could see that it had been teased and tortured to such a degree as to make it useless to a good hairdresser. Accordingly, she had decided to cut it down to a level where it was still healthy. When she was finished, she said, "Okay, Kelly, you can stand up straight now. And then come with me." The girl did and surreptitiously stretched. She had developed cramps from standing in her bent-over position for such a long time. Swallowing hard, she realized how much of her hair, that she had teased and worked on for so many hours, was now lying on the floor. Andy could see the girl's eyes were very red from her weeping as she led the way to a bathroom. The lavatory sink in the bath was backed by a mirror that rose from the back-splash to the ceiling and covered most of the wall. Kelly looked at her reflection in the mirror and gasped. Then she smiled and said, "I ... I like it. Thank you, Miss Pierce." Then looking at Andy she asked, "How should I address you? Miss Pierce? Or something else?" "Miss Pierce or Mistress Andy will be fine, Kelly," she replied. Then she said, "I think I love your hair." What Andy had achieved was a very professional-looking gamine cut. With so much hair out of the way, Kelly's beautiful facial structure became prominent. Now Andy could also see the girl's lovely small ears that sat so close to her head. "Turn around and face me please, Kelly," Andy directed. As the girl turned Andy went down on her knees in front of her. Looking up at the girl she asked, "Do you know how to eat a girl's cunt?" Looking frightened, Kelly just shook her head. When Andy raised an eyebrow, the girl quickly corrected herself and said, "No, Mistress Andy, I do not." "Well, there's no time like the present to learn," Andy said. Moving closer to the girl while still on her knees, she told Kelly to spread her legs wide. Then she began to tongue her slit and lick at her clit. As she worked on the girl's very sweet-tasting love box, she would stop occasionally to explain to her exactly what it was she was doing. Using her tongue as a little cock, she hardened it and drove it up the girl's vagina. When she brought the girl to orgasm, Andy had her arms around the girl's thighs and ended up supporting most of her weight as the sexual stimulation almost caused the girl to collapse. During one of the times when Andy paused to explain what she was doing, she told Kelly to begin drinking water — as much as she could hold. Whenever the girl could, she did. Finally, Andy had the girl in continuous orgasm which she held for more than a minute. Although she thought about biting the girl's clit, Andy believed it would cause her to faint and that didn't fit in with her current plans. When she first had the idea to work on the girl, Andy was thinking of it as a form of penance. The only way she could accept herself as a decent person was if she forced herself to do to herself all of the degrading things that she had forced others to do for her. Instead of biting Kelly's clit, Andy slowly eased her pressure and allowed the girl to regain control slowly. When Andy thought she was back to normal, she sat back on her ankles, looked up and asked, "How did you like it?" Kelly's eyes had been closed as she just savored the exquisite sensations Andy had been creating in her cunt. Although she had lost control with her hips gyrating uncontrollably, she was vaguely aware of the wonderful sensation of Andy's slim but strong hands moving over her thighs and her ass. Opening her eyes finally, she looked down at Andy and said, "Mistress Andy, that was delicious! It was so good!" Then she said, "But I'm afraid I drank too much water. If you'll excuse me for a moment..." Andy smiled warmly and said, "I think you know that Barbara Cumings was forced to drink her urine. Well, that was awhile ago. Never let it be said that 'Drea Taylor isn't creative where degrading others is concerned. While Barbara probably lapped it up from a dish, now 'Drea wants you to catch it in your mouth. Since you have to urinate anyway, just do it in my mouth." With that Andy moved forward on her knees until her body was between Kelly's still-wide-spread legs. Then she opened her mouth wide and began softly to stroke the girl's thighs and ass. Although Kelly tried to resist, by now she had to go too badly. She began to release a stream of warm yellow liquid which Andy caught in her open mouth. Although Andy had never done anything like it before, she realized that she would need to open her throat so that she could swallow without closing her mouth. Thinking of opening her throat to Jack's cock, she did just that and accepted the girl's entire stream without missing a drop. When Kelly's bladder was emptied into her body she realized that she had tasted nothing. Then Andy said, "I serve as toilet paper, too." With that she carefully licked the girls crotch again. Kelly did not know what to do. She had tried to control her bladder but had failed dismally. Looking down, she had watched her yellow stream pour into Andy's wide-open mouth. As the girl licked out her crotch, Kelly closed her eyes. Feeling a strange sensation, she opened them again and looked down. Then she let out a low moan as she realized that Andy was kissing her nether lips. It was utterly unbelievable. Looking down she asked, "Why, Mistress? Why did you drink my piss? It's ... It's disgusting!" "You forget, Kelly," Andy said fondly, "I'm a slave, too. I guess you could call it staying in practice. Okay?" Then Andy looked up again and said, "Kelly, there's one more thing I have to do before we go any further. All I can say is it won't hurt." Kelly still had her long legs spread wide. Her eyes widened as Andy inserted one of her slender fingers up her gaping vagina. Then she saw a warm grin appear as Andy felt the girl's hymen blocking her vaginal opening. "You are indeed an un-penetrated virgin, aren't you?" she said. It had been the most remarkable day of Kelly's young life. This goddess had not only eaten her cunt but she had drunk her urine. She felt she had to do something so she said, "Mistress Andy, now it's my turn. May I please try licking your cunt? Please?" Andy looked up, startled. Then she realized from the look in her eyes that the girl was absolutely serious. She really wanted to do it. Reluctantly, Andy nodded and stood up. But then, with a little smile, she rested her buns on the vanity. When Kelly asked her why she was doing that, Andy replied, "Kelly, I'm a great deal stronger than you are. If you had passed out while I was bringing you to orgasm, I could have easily held you up. But I don't think you could hold me and I really don't want to end up drowning in a toilet. Okay?" Kelly grinned and said, "I guess so, Mistress." Then she knelt down and tried to duplicate with Andy what Andy had done for her. The first thing she noticed was how sweet Andy's cunt was. Then she stopped licking and kissed the hairless lips. When she did, she was holding Andy's buns and realized how beautiful and smooth they were. This girl is utterly perfect, Kelly thought. She is truly an angel. As she licked the girl's love juices she thought, Good heavens! I love it! Because of Andy's instructions, Kelly thought she knew what to do. She licked behind the girl's labia and then concentrated on her clit. Between trying to probe her vagina with her tongue, she lightly bit the girl's clit. Suddenly, Andy's loins started to spasm as she came to orgasm. It served to stimulate Kelly even more as she avidly licked up the freely-flowing love juices. Continuing to concentrate on her clit, Kelly found to her amazement that she could keep the woman in continuous orgasm, and did. After minutes of it, she bit Andy's clit hard and the girl fainted, falling backward onto the vanity counter. When she began to regain consciousness, she found that Kelly was sitting on the counter and holding her in her arms while her head rested on the girl's shoulder. "How do you feel, Mistress?" Kelly asked softly. "Utterly marvelous, since you asked," Andy replied softly. "Kelly, you're wonderful!" Turning and looking at her she said, "Now it's my turn. Leave me alone for a few minutes, Kelly, please?" "No, Mistress," the girl replied. "I have been drinking my urine for a week now in preparation for this, but I didn't realize that I might have to catch it in my mouth. I'm ready to try your sweetness." "Sweetness?" Andy exclaimed. "Girl, what are you thinking about?" "Mistress Andy," the girl replied, "everything about you is warm and sweet and good. Please let me try?" Andy looked into the girl's eyes and almost cried when she realized that Kelly was being absolutely serious. Not knowing what to say or do, she just nodded. With a happy smile, Kelly jumped off the vanity counter and dropped to her knees on the floor. Andy stood over her and released her bladder while being ready to try to cut off the flow in an instant. To her amazement, the girl did exactly what she had done. With her mouth open wide, Andy saw her stream of urine go right into the girl's throat. When she was emptied, Kelly carefully licked her groin and then kissed her on the labia again. "Kelly, that was delicious," Andy said with a warm sigh. "But why?" Looking up Kelly replied, "Because you are a queen and I am just paying homage to you." Then she looked puzzled and asked, "But Mistress Andy, why are you a slave? You have everything: You're beautiful, educated..." Andy began to laugh and shake her head. Kelly thought it was the most wonderfully musical sound she had ever heard. Andy opened the medicine cabinet, took out some mouthwash and rinsed her mouth. Then she passed the bottle to Kelly who did the same thing. Then Andy said, "Kelly, you said you graduated from high school, didn't you?" When Kelly said she had, Andy continued, "Well, I didn't. I guess I got halfway through my junior year. Kel, I'm a mess!" Then she gave a small instrument to Kelly who looked at it. It was a pair of tweezers. When she looked puzzled, Andy said, "Kel, I think we're going to do something different with you. Those tweezers are for you to use to pull out all your pubic hair. Within three days I expect to see your mound absolutely bare. Understand?" Then she explained, "Looking at you, I see your pubic hair spread all over your crotch. That's not a problem. What is, though, is the fact that there isn't a dense little center patch. Seeing it, the idea occurred to me that since you're a virgin, you should have a clean pubic area — totally hairless. Okay?" Kelly swallowed hard but nodded. When Andy again raised her eyebrow, the girl said, "Yes, Mistress Andy. I will have a hairless crotch within three days." Then Andy made her lie down on the lavatory counter — it was large enough for her to do it — and proceeded to scrub the girl's face with soap and water after first using cleansing cream to take off the layers of heavy makeup. Andy was delighted to have her earlier judgment confirmed: Kelly had all the makings of a natural beauty. Then Andy led her through the apartment to another room which also looked like it was reasonably complete. It was the exercise room and in the corner was a new, much stronger torture frame similar to the one at Kathy's apartment in Los Angeles. When Andy explained what it was, Kelly went pale again. Then Andy introduced her to the exercise machines. Getting on one — already preset to her preferred weights — Andy proceeded to move them with no apparent effort. When she did, though, her muscles bulged and Kelly swallowed hard. She knew that Andy was strong and in wonderful physical condition, but she had not realized how strong she really was. After Andy set her up on another unit — she reduced the weight loading to only 25 percent of hers — they began to exercise side by side. As they did, Kelly thought of some questions. "Mistress Andy, when I win the Debutante of the Year, what is Mrs. Taylor likely to do?" "Obviously, I don't know," Andy replied. "But as I said, she is creative. One thing I can see her doing — this is just a guess, mind you — is having you appear at a party for her friends wearing the gown you will wear at the cotillion. Of course, it will have been modified. Instead of covering your breasts, it will be cut below them and supported below to really make them stand out. Your nipples will be brightly rouged, of course, as will your nether lips. They will be highlighted by panels cut out to highlight your cunt and your ass. She might then have you circulate among the guests offering your body to each of her guests to use however he or she wishes." Andy glanced over at Kelly who was sweating profusely but still moving the weights and asked, "Could you take it?" "Yes, Mistress, I can." Then with a glance at Andy she said, "But it's so hard to move this machine. Once or twice I can handle, but twenty times?" "You haven't even begun," Andy replied pitilessly. "I hope you noticed that you are only moving one-quarter of the weight I am. Before the cotillion, you'll be moving the same weights." They had finished their work with their first machines. But rather than getting on the second, Andy went for a pen and paper while Kelly tried to catch her breath. When she came back, she asked Kelly to write several sentences that she slowly dictated. When the girl finished, Andy looked at the paper, shook her head sorrowfully and said, "This may be tougher than I thought. Kelly, your handwriting is atrocious! It's got to be much better in just a few weeks." At that she produced an old letter which was protected between sheets of acetate. "Read this," she ordered. Kelly handled it very carefully. As soon as she looked at it, she gasped. It was a letter written by a woman in Atlanta, Georgia, to her husband, an officer in the Confederate Army, during the Civil War. In it, she described the devastation in the city caused by Sherman's Army on its march to the sea. The letter was written in a hand so fine that the woman wrote across the narrow dimension of the paper from top to bottom. Then, instead of turning it over or using a second sheet, she had turned the paper on its side and had written across the paper's long dimension. The most remarkable feature was that it read so clearly in either direction. Although the characters repeatedly crossed, it was perfectly legible. When she turned it over, she saw that the back was written on in the same fashion; the woman had used only a single sheet of paper and managed to write on four "sides". "This is the handwriting of a true lady," Andy said quietly. Do you think you could ever do as well? Would you like to try?" Kelly just shook her head and said, "But it's so beautiful and clear! It's not fancy or embellished or anything — it's just beautiful." Looking into Andy's sympathetic eyes she added, "I guess it's truly ladylike — in the finest sense of the word." Andy nodded her head and said, "Also, we have to get rid of that Brooklyn accent in your speech. It sounds simply awful!" Then she looked at the girl and asked, "Does your boyfriend talk the same way?" "No, ma'am," Kelly replied. "In fact, my friends always tease Kevin because they say he talks funny. Personally, I think he sounds educated, but I guess my friends consider it to be ... pretentious." She frowned and added, "In fact, I guess I talk down to them, too. If I use the words that I think in, they think I'm strange." Looking at Andy she said, "I guess you think I should sound better when I talk, don't you?" "Honey, I think you're really quite smart, aren't you?" The girl just shrugged her shoulders. When Andy raised an eyebrow, Kelly reluctantly nodded her head and said, "Yes, Miss Pierce. I am reasonably smart." "You have to be." Andy said. "In just the last few words you spoke, you used 'pretentious' and 'embellished.' Somehow I don't think those words are in the standard vocabulary of your friends, are they?" "No, ma'am, they're not," Kelly admitted. Then she looked at Andy and asked, "But I am using words like that with you, though. Why is that?" Then she studied Andy closely and said, "You're extremely smart, aren't you? Brilliant, in fact." When Andy shook her head, this time it was Kelly's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Kelly Carmichael, I hate you!" Andy exclaimed. The girl was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall of the exercise room and had been looking up at Andy who was standing beside her. She jumped to her feet and before Andy could move, had taken her into her arms and began to kiss her. The instant her lips contacted Andy's, she felt an incredible sensation. Kelly had intended just to give Andy a quick kiss. Instead, she put her arms around her neck and began to work her inexperienced lips on Andy's. For her part, Andy returned the favor, putting her arms around Kelly's waist and letting the love she had instantly felt for this young girl just flow between them. When Andy eased away, she was shocked to see that Kelly was crying. Asked what was the matter, Kelly replied, "It's you, Mistress Andy. The thought of you serving in slavery is utterly idiotic! The first instant I saw you, I knew you are one of the most beautiful women in the world. Just now I found out that you are also the purest, most loving, most giving female creature on two feet." Now her eyes just glowed with the incredible love she was feeling for the blonde as she added, "Your goodness just floods out the place!" What she said next utterly stunned Andy. Kelly continued, "Mistress Andy, now I'm certain I'm going to be Debutante of the Year. Do you know why? Because you are so damned good and I love you so much already, that the only way I won't make it is if I die in the attempt. Honest!" Then she looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with Mrs. Taylor, anyway? She could do so much more with love than she ever can with fear. Why does she do it, do you suppose?" Andy just slowly shook her head. The truth was that Kelly's words had shaken Andy so badly she couldn't even talk. ------- By six o'clock, Kelly was reeling with fatigue. Nevertheless, she joined Andy in the kitchen to help prepare the dinner. With a warm smile Andy turned her around and sent her off to take a shower and rest. When she gave her a sharp spank on the way out, Kelly turned and with the warmest smile said, "That will be much nicer in a few weeks, Mistress. By then my buns will be tight. I'll feel the spank more and my ass will feel better under your hand." Then she scuttled off to the bathroom Andy had designated for her use. By seven o'clock, she had been refreshed with a shower and a shampoo. As she headed back towards the kitchen she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock on the front door. At that instant Andy came flying out of the kitchen naked. It was clear to Kelly, that in the meantime, Andy had also taken a shower and had fixed her hair. The door opened and a very big light-haired man appeared wearing construction clothing. He had scarcely entered the apartment when Andy launched herself through the air, and lifted her legs up so they were almost parallel with the floor. As she flew towards him, the man grinned and effortlessly caught her in his arms. Obviously, it had not taken him by surprise. At the same time he was holding her body, Andy wrapped her arms around his neck and proceeded to work her lips on his in the most passionate kiss Kelly had ever seen. The two-way flow of electricity between them was almost visible. Seemingly without any strain, the man carried Andy into the library and, with her still in his arms, sat down in an easy chair. Their kiss just continued, but now with Andy in his lap, his hands were free to roam across her perfect body. As he caressed her, Kelly, who had followed them in, could hear the most wonderfully happy sounds coming from deep in Andy's body. At that point Kelly left them alone. Since earlier she had been told what was served at the cocktail hour, she made drinks for them and fixed a large plate with gorgeous canapés Andy had prepared and brought them back into the library. By the time she returned, Andy was just resting her head on the man's shoulder and snuggling as close to him as she could. "Good evening, sir," Kelly said politely. "I am Kelly Carmichael and I am Mistress Andy's personal slave. I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you before." With a grin, he unceremoniously dumped Andy on the floor and jumped to his feet. Andy rubbed her bottom pretending it had been bruised while Jack said, "How do you do, Kelly Carmichael. I am Jack Fletcher, Andy's lover. I'm delighted to meet you. But what brings you here?" Kelly's face fell. She looked disconcerted and was. Earlier she had seen the plain gold wedding band that Andy wore and had noticed a similar ring on Jack's finger. Yet he referred to himself as her lover. "But ... but aren't you married to Andy?" she asked haltingly. "I am not married to Jack Fletcher," Andy said from the floor. "And from the way he dumped me on my ass, I guess it's pretty easy to see why, too." Kelly just shook her head. Then she explained to Jack who she was and what she was planning to do. In the meantime, Andy had gone off to the kitchen to finish preparations for dinner. Initially, Kelly was embarrassed about being naked in the presence of a man. However, Andy was also nude and it was clear that Jack was totally absorbed by her. The dinner was utterly magnificent, even though they ate at the kitchen table. When it was over, Kelly insisted on cleaning up while the others retired to the library. She had learned that Jack was a construction worker and arose very early. Accordingly, they went to the bedroom at ten o'clock. Kelly didn't know what to expect, but was told by Andy that it was a part of her education for her future as a slave. The bedroom they used was a very small one and really only had room for the king-size bed that occupied virtually all the space in it. The covers were folded down at the foot of the bed and Andy was just resting with her back against the headboard and her head on a pile of pillows. Jack was in the bathroom. When he emerged, he was naked, too, and Kelly gasped. He was utterly magnificent! Like Andy, he had a deep golden tan over his entire body — even his fully erect and throbbing cock was golden! While she was waiting for him, Andy had been idly stroking her slit. After getting into bed, he folded Andy into his arms. This time both pairs of hands were roaming all over the other's body. In no time, Andy was flat on her back with her legs spread wide. As soon as his gigantic cock entered her, she made a quick movement to raise her hips and then wrap her ankles behind his neck. What followed was something Kelly had never heard of, let alone seen. It was the most passionate and loving sex she could imagine. Soon Andy was reaching orgasm. Whenever she did, her pelvis would shake uncontrollably, her arms would flail, her head tossed from side to side and she screamed unintelligibly. As their lovemaking continued, Andy's orgasms became increasingly frequent until they were continuous. Kelly could not believe her eyes. It just went on and on and on. Finally, after more than fifteen minutes, she could see Jack lose control. Burying his cock to the root she could see his huge balls almost empty as he pumped large quantities of cum into Andy's body. When he began to cum, Andy screamed her ultimate release and after a few moments went limp while Jack was continuing to pump his juices into her. At the same time Kelly could see rhythmic pulsations in Andy's loins as her vaginal muscles were trying to empty him. After a few minutes during which he regained his breath, Jack disengaged. Moving down on the bed, he knelt between Andy's thighs and began to eat her cunt. After a time he raised his head, looked at Kelly and said, "Would you like some? There's really more here than one guy can eat at a single meal." When Kelly eagerly nodded, he rolled aside to make way for her. The first time Kelly had ever gone down on a woman had been that afternoon. Previously, just the thought of doing it had been enough to turn her stomach. But everything about Andy — even her urine, Kelly thought — was clean and fresh and delicious. Moving between Andy's still widespread thighs, Jack gave her instructions. Lifting Andy's legs, she put them over her own shoulders. This brought Andy's cunt within easy reach of her lips. As she ran her tongue around her love box, Kelly tasted the same wonderful love juices she had tasted in the afternoon, but this time mixed with Jack's cum. She decided that her first taste of a man's spend was also delicious. She worked with a will. Finally, she bit Andy's clit and brought the girl to yet another orgasm. When she licked up the girl's pure love juices and looked up, she found herself looking into Andy's bright blue eyes. In those eyes all Kelly saw was an incredible degree of love — for her! "Thank you, darling Kelly," Andy said softly. "That was utterly exquisite." Then, to Kelly's surprise, Andy swung her legs over the side of the bed and padded out of the room. A few minutes later she was back, this time carrying a wine cooler with a bottle in it and three champagne flutes. Popping the cork of the very plain, dark bottle, Andy poured glasses for Jack, then Kelly, and finally herself. Raising her glass she said, "Jack, I would like to offer a toast. To Kelly Carmichael: Although I have known her for less than a day, I have decided she is one of God's finest people. To Kelly Carmichael: New York's next Debutante of the Year!" Then to Kelly she said, "Darling, rumor has it that a man's cum washes down beautifully with fine champagne. I hope you like it." Then she said, "Drink up — even if you are still too young to have a legal drink!" Kelly later learned that the champagne Andy had served was Dom Pérignon, one of the world's finest. By the time they drained the bottle Jack was yawning. He lay back and Andy rested her head on his shoulder. Looking at Kelly she said, "Since you're my slave, you get to keep the other side of me warm." With a warm grin she added, "Now get your fat ass over here!" Kelly climbed into the bed beside Andy and rested her head on the girl's shoulder. After turning out the light she felt Andy's slim hand cup her tit and caress it. That was the last thing she remembered as she almost instantly fell asleep. ------- Chapter 2 It was six weeks later and Kelly Carmichael was resting her head against the back of the bathtub as she soaked her aching body. Although she had never looked as good nor been as healthy in her entire life, at the same time her body had never ached so much nor in so many places. She had just experienced the most eventful six weeks of her young life. With her eyes closed she thought about what had happened subsequent to that first day. First, she had learned how large the apartment truly was. Although she had not known it the first day, it turned out that there was a swimming pool under construction — on the roof of a 40-story apartment building! A large crew of men working under Jack Fletcher's direction completed it during the second week she was there. It was a 25-meter six-lane swimming pool. As soon as it was filled, Andy had her swimming up and down. Andy herself was a world-class swimmer. She seemed to flow effortlessly up and down the pool with the power, speed and grace of a porpoise. Kelly admitted that, as a result of the tireless coaching she received from Andy, her own times were now pretty good. With her eyes still closed she used her right hand to feel her left shoulder. All she could feel were well-toned and powerful muscles. That was the second thing. Now she was moving the same weights on the exercise machines as Andy was, although she could not do nearly as many reps. Running her fingers down her body she just felt more hidden muscles — and no fat. She was very happy that she was shaping up like Andy with very powerful muscles that did not show. Now her breasts were sitting high on her chest and were very firm, her hips were slim and her legs were better than she ever would have dreamed possible — in even her very best dreams, at that. Nowadays, she typically found herself either sleeping on the floor or falling asleep in a chair. In addition to working on her handwriting, she spent hours on her speech. Over and over, she made voice tapes reading passages Andy had selected for her. After a rigorous critique, she would practice pronouncing lists of words. Now, she knew, her voice was much softer and sounded ... cultured. That was another reason she was getting so little sleep. Early in her stay, Andy had taken down drop cloths that had been covering several walls of the library. When they came down, shelves full of leather-bound books were revealed. On examination she found that they were most of the classics of Western literature which she was ordered to read. Night after night at dinner she was quizzed by both Andy and Jack on what she had read. Andy Pierce may not have a high-school diploma, she thought, but she is certainly educated! She knows great literature, and knows it in detail! She found herself debating fine points in the books she had read with people who were at least as knowledgeable as she was. It was as if they were honing her brain in the same manner one might sharpen a good knife. But if that's not enough, she thought, I still have to keep up with current events! In addition to The New York Times, she was ordered to read The Economist to keep up with the world and People magazine to keep track of what was "in". It wasn't that she was expected to be "in" — she found that Andy detested both the term and the concept — but rather, she needed to be aware of what her contemporaries were interested in. With her eyes still closed Kelly ran her fingers down the length of her body. Reaching her slit she gently ran a finger up and down her labia. Feeling her hairless mound, Kelly smiled softly. It's really neat! she thought. Although the pain had been agonizing as she pulled each hair out by its root from the most sensitive spot on her body, now she really liked the way it looked and felt. She hoped Kevin would like it, too. Then she thought about the rest of the subjects she worked on: Andy's lessons on etiquette, grammar, writing style ... Her head was spinning. Then her thoughts turned to Andy herself. She was an enigma to Kelly. First, it seemed there was absolutely nothing Andy couldn't do — and do very well. She remembered the work Andy had done in the library. She even had the skills of a cabinetmaker! Kelly recalled marveling at the beautiful work Andy did. All of the beautiful cherry paneling in the room was her own work. Then there was Andy's relationship with Jack. All she had ever said was what she had said the first day: She was not married to Jack Fletcher. And yet the two of them were so madly, desperately in love! Whenever she asked Andy about her husband, she was reminded in no uncertain terms that she was a slave and it was none of her business. But still she wondered. What never seemed to make much sense was that both Jack and Andy wore plain gold wedding bands — and never took them off. To Kelly it made no sense at all. Why would two people make passionate love together while still wearing rings binding them to others? Then there was the question of Andy's slavery. It was utterly incomprehensible to Kelly how or why Andy was a slave and yet obviously it was true. Thankfully, the girl thought, the whip marks have finally disappeared. Andy's body is so incredibly beautiful! But there was more. Almost every day Andy would leave the penthouse wearing her "uniform" — her Levi's and work shirt. Usually she would be wearing work boots as well. Inevitably, when she returned to the apartment, she would be tired and utterly filthy. From comments made by Jack and Andy, Kelly gathered that she was working at construction sites where Jack had crews. Moreover, whatever she was doing had to be among the dirtiest jobs of all, judging by the way she looked when she returned to the apartment. But not only did Andy not complain, she never said a word about it. Then there was the behavior of Jack and Andy together: Even though the apartment was huge, they only used the very smallest of the rooms as their own. Incredibly, the redecoration of the apartment was now almost complete. Thinking about it, Kelly realized it was becoming the most beautiful place in the world. It's so incredibly comfortable, she thought. Even the materials seem to be selected with nudity in mind. The soft fabrics and leathers feel so neat on my bare body! Nevertheless, and in spite of there being the most magnificent master bedroom and bath Kelly could conceive of, Andy and Jack remained in the smallest room in the whole apartment. Even her own — which she almost never saw — was bigger than theirs! Finally opening her eyes, Kelly lifted her leg out of the water and looked at it. Now it was nicely tanned and the same golden tan covered her entire body. Trying to be as objective as she could, she admitted that she was now really quite attractive. With a sigh Kelly started to get out of the tub when the door opened. It was Andy. Turning her head she said, "Good evening, Mistress Andy. How may I serve you this evening?" Kelly realized just then that the most important thing that had happened in the six weeks she had been living at the apartment was to confirm her initial judgment about Andy. Kelly had thought that a woman could not be as good as Andy and live! Day after day there were constant examples of her thoughtfulness. Kelly realized that she loved the woman more than any person alive — and Jack Fletcher was a very close second. Moreover, she was almost certain that Andy loved her, too. Just thinking about it made Kelly feel warm and snugly. As she said the words, Kelly realized she truly meant them. She really did want to serve this beautiful woman in any way she possibly could. Replying to her question Andy said, "You can get out of the tub for openers. Aren't you about ready to float away?" Kelly grinned and got out of the bathtub. Andy was waiting for her with a huge terry-cloth bath towel which she wrapped around her and then used to blot her dry. With the girl's arms immobilized by the large towel wrapped around her, Andy took advantage and kissed the girl full on the lips, slowly and lovingly. For her part Kelly tried desperately to communicate the immense love that she felt for this beautiful woman. When they eased apart, Andy grinned and tousled Kelly's short hair, then quickly kissed her on the cheek murmuring, "Darling Kelly, I love you very much!" "Now wait a stinking minute!" Kelly exclaimed feigning anger. "Henry Hall came all the way out from Los Angeles to fix my hair and now you're wrecking it!" The two girls grinned at each other because, while Hall had done her hair, all he had done was refine the gamine cut that Andy had first given her. Now the girl's dark hair glistened with its natural oils and highlights. While the towel was still covering the girl's body, Andy looked at her face and features. With no makeup of any kind, Kelly was utterly gorgeous. After throwing the wet towel into the laundry hamper, Andy just stood back and looked at her. Kelly was standing up straight and her nipples were engorged. That had been the hardest task of all for her, but she thought she now knew the secret. Since 'Drea wanted turgid nipples, she had learned to keep hers that way almost all the time. Andy just looked her over carefully. Finally she said, "Kel, you are exquisite!" Running her fingers lightly over the girl's body, Andy came to the same conclusion that Kelly had herself only a few minutes earlier. Then Andy dropped to her knees and said, "Darling, it's that time again. I'm thirsty. I want some of your yellow water in my mouth." "Mistress, please!" Kelly exclaimed. "It's awful. Please don't..." "Do it, young lady!" Andy interjected. "And remember, you are my slave..." "Yes, Mistress Andy," Kelly said reluctantly. She stood up and spread her legs while Andy took her position beneath her. "I'm waiting, Kel," Andy said. Kelly released her bladder and watched as her stream went straight into Andy's mouth. Although she wanted to close her eyes so she wouldn't see it, she could not. When she stopped, Andy held her with her arms around her legs and proceeded to work on Kelly's cunt with her lips and tongue. Andy held the girl's legs tightly as she reached continuous orgasm. This time, though, Andy maintained her pressure and the girl's pelvis was in spasm for over ten minutes. Finally Andy bit her clit hard and Kelly collapsed in a dead faint. When she regained consciousness, Kelly found herself sitting on the vanity with her head resting on Andy's shoulder. Andy's hand was gently stroking her tit and the sensation was utterly marvelous. Looking into Andy's eyes she asked, "Why, darling Andy? Why do you do it? It has to be making you sick!" Instead of answering, Andy melted her lips against the younger girl's. The flow of pure love created the most marvelous sensation Kelly had ever experienced. Then she said softly, "It's because I love you, Kel. You have utterly transformed yourself in just six weeks!" Then she looked into the girl's eyes and added, "But it's not for the money, is it?" "No, Mistress Andy, it's not," she replied. Then looking into her eyes Kelly said, "It's for you! I told you that the first day. I love you and Jack so damned much I must succeed." Tears started to flow but she turned her head to kiss Andy's lips. It was another kiss of pure love. When she moved away slightly she repeated softly, "It's for you." When Kelly asked to eat her cunt she was refused. It was too close to the time company was due and there were more important things to do, Andy said. Kelly realized that it was a measure of her love for her that she was genuinely disappointed at the rejection. Andy just winked and led the girl by the hand to the next room. There Kelly found a massage table set up and Andy ordered her up on it. What followed was the most marvelous massage Kelly had ever had. All Andy used was musk oil which she carefully worked into every part of Kelly's body. After pouring some full-strength into her slit, she held Kelly down to let it soak in. As she did Andy realized her lips were just inches from Kelly's so again she took the opportunity to kiss her slowly and thoroughly. As she worked her lips, she could feel Kelly's moving beneath her. When she slowly raised her head Kelly said softly, "Andy, I love you so much!" When Andy raised an eyebrow, Kelly grinned and said, "Mistress Andy, I love you so much!" Andy grinned, kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "That's better." Then she picked up a rouge pot and very carefully rouged Kelly's lips, her erect nipples and then her labia. Quickly spanking Kelly's trim ass she said, "Enough loafing! Get your tight little ass in gear. Company is coming in about five minutes!" "Oh, dear," said Kelly in the flattest-possible tone of voice. "And I'm not nearly dressed. What will I ever do?" Andy giggled, making the merriest sound Kelly had ever heard. Although it was an infrequent occurrence, Kelly found she loved hearing the sound of Andy's giggle. Andy picked up a large white silk bow and carefully pinned it in the back of Kelly's hair. "There!" she said. "Now you're fully dressed." Kelly winked and got off the massage table. As she turned to leave the bathroom Andy pinched her bun hard. All Kelly did was turn, wink and say, "Thank you, Mistress Andy. I'm glad that my buns are nice and tight for you. Now I really feel your pinches without any fat getting in the way. I'm glad you're thinking of me." She scurried off to the kitchen while Andy went to her own room to get dressed. That was another thing, Kelly realized as she went to the kitchen to make final preparations. With the exception of a couple of dresses, apparently the only clothing Andy owned were several pairs of jeans and a few work shirts. Because there were so few and Andy got them so filthy, they had to be washed almost every day. As she thought about it, another idea struck her. Not only did Andy have no clothes, there were no clothes in the apartment at all! Realizing that 'Drea Taylor would take a great many with her, why wasn't there at least some out-of-season clothing hanging somewhere? Because of the rebuilding, Kelly was certain that she had been over every square inch of the apartment and there was nothing there. It was a puzzlement. Where were 'Drea Taylor's clothes? And for that matter, why didn't Andy or Jack have any? ------- Kevin Fitzpatrick pressed the doorbell at the penthouse apartment. Although he had talked to Kelly a number of times on the telephone, he had not seen her since that day she came here to live. The door opened and he almost fell on his face. Standing there smiling was Kelly, absolutely naked! He was so stunned he could neither do nor say anything. A lovely little smile appeared on her face and she said, "Kev, wouldn't you feel better with your mouth closed?" Then looking down at her body she asked, "Do you approve?" All he could do was slowly nod his head. Her smile changed to a grin as she took his hand, pulled him into the apartment and carefully closed the door. "What ... What's going on, Kel?" he stammered. "Where... ?" " ... are my clothes?" she finished. "Honey, I don't wear any when I'm here." Then she stood up even straighter and said, "Darling, tonight my mistress has assigned me to serve you. I am yours to do with as you will with only two exceptions: I can't take your cock in my cunt or in my asshole. There are no other restrictions. I can — and will — do absolutely anything else you might wish." Kelly moved close to him, looked up into his face and said, "Would you like to feel my body? Do you approve? The look on your face says it's not too bad." Pulling himself together, Kevin took her into his arms. As soon as he did, Kelly raised her head and cocked it so their lips could meet. Using a technique she had learned from Andy, as soon as their lips made contact, Kelly started to move her lips on his while she tried to convey the immense love she felt for him through them. In the first instant, she could feel the flow of electricity between them and relished the feeling of his strong hands moving on her body. While they were locked in each other's arms, Jack and Andy appeared in the entrance hall to greet their guest. As soon as Andy saw the young couple in each other's arms she took Jack's hand and stopped him. "Darling, aren't they beautiful together?" Andy whispered. "My God! You can see the electricity flow between them." Moving close to him she whispered, "Do we look like that, do you suppose?" "We sure do!" Jack replied softly and took her into his arms. Their lips came together and their mutual love and passion for each other just flowed between them like a river. Andy put her arms around Jack's neck to hold on and to be able to mold her body as closely to his as she could. Their kiss just continued as she made warm, happy noises deep in her body while Jack just ran his hands over her. When he squeezed her ass cheeks hard, all she did was give her hips a sexy wiggle and make those wonderful sounds again. "Are you finished yet, Mistress?" Kelly asked quietly. "Or should Kevin and I just go ahead and eat?" They ended their kiss but remained in each other's arms as they sought to regain their breath. When her breathing was closer to normal, Andy gasped, "The answer to both questions is no! Where kissing Jack is concerned, I'll never be finished as long as we live. And we're having cocktails before we eat." Then with a very warm smile Andy moved out of Jack's encircling arms and extended her hand to Kevin saying, "I'm Andy Pierce. Since you look exactly the way Kelly described you, I assume you're Kevin Fitzpatrick. I'm delighted to meet you." Kevin was astounded at the strength in this beautiful woman's grip. As he looked at her, he let out a soft whistle. When he did, Andy smiled warmly and said, "Why Kevin Fitzpatrick! I'm overwhelmed and flattered. Do you really think I look that good?" While he was looking at her, Andy was returning the favor and liked what she saw. Kevin was built the same way as Jack, standing six feet three and weighing 210 pounds. While he had very powerful-looking shoulders over a slim waist and hips, he did not appear to be as powerful as Jack. The four went into the living room and Kelly took drink orders. She suggested scotch for Kevin who just nodded. He was so bewildered by everything about the evening, he could scarcely talk. After serving martinis to Jack and Andy and scotch to Kev, she put a glass down on the table where she would be sitting and returned to the kitchen for a platter of canapés. After passing them once Andy told her not to be a jack-in-the-box. "Just put them on the coffee table, Kel, and be seated," Andy instructed. "By the way, what are you drinking?" "Club soda with a lime," Kelly replied with a quizzical look. "Well that certainly can't get you into any trouble," Andy commented with a grin. Then looking at Kevin she asked, "What do you think of Kelly now, Kevin?" "I ... I ... I guess I don't know what to think," he stammered. "She is certainly beautiful, though. Exquisite! I love her hair and her body..." Then motioning towards his groin he stammered, "But what about... ?" " ... my pubic hair?" Kelly finished. "It's gone. First, it was sort of wispy and yucky. But then, since I'm still a virgin, Andy thought I would look good with a bare mound so I pulled all the hair out." Looking at him with concern showing in her eyes she asked, "Do you like it, Kevin?" "Kel, it looks beautiful!" Then he shook his head and said softly, "Do you know something? If it weren't for your incredibly beautiful eyes, I might not have recognized you? Your hair is different — it looks great, by the way — your body is different, your posture is different..." He shook his head and said, "Everything about you is different, even your speech. What's going on?" At this point Andy entered the conversation and explained what Kelly was trying to do. When she finished, she looked at Kelly who looked directly into Kevin's eyes and said, "Darling, if it all works out, I'll have over $300,000 to give you to get your business started." Then sitting up as straight as she could with her shoulders back and her tits thrust out she added, "The only thing it will cost you, Kev, is the opportunity to marry a virgin. You see, my value to Mrs. Taylor rests significantly on the fact that I'm a virgin, and will be selected as the debutante of the year. Those factors taken together make my upcoming degradation worth the kind of money she is putting up." Looking directly into his eyes she asked, "Kevin, can you take it? I know I can. But can you?" Before he could reply Andy said with tears in the corners of her eyes, "She's doing it all for you, Kevin. Is it worth it to you?" To their amazement, Kevin began to cry. He reached out his arms and Kelly, who had been sitting beside him, moved close to him, wrapped her arms around him and just hugged him tightly. Even in his misery Kevin could feel astonishing strength in the arms holding him. He put his arms around her and crushed her to him. All he heard was the same warm, happy sound coming from deep in her body that he had heard Andy Pierce make. He relaxed his grip and just asked, "Why? Why are you doing this, Kelly?" "So you can get a start," she replied simply. "But there's more. Kev, that was the reason I started. But now I've come to love Miss Pierce like the mother I never knew. She has extended herself and is taking very serious personal risks betting that I can do it ... that I can be picked as New York's Debutante of the Year." Holding her head up straight she said, "Darling, I hope you approve. But you see, I'm going to do it regardless." Suddenly she burst into tears and cried, "I'm doing it for my mistress!" With that she jumped up from the sofa and almost hurled herself into Andy's lap. She sat across her lap, hugged her tightly and then molded her lips to Andy's. Kevin watched the two women and realized he was seeing an intense love flow between them and could see Miss Pierce's hands roaming over Kelly's back and then up to her hair. As she gently stroked it, he could almost see the tension Kelly was feeling wiped away by the older girl's touch. Then he said, "Kelly Carmichael, I guess I don't like it very much. On the other hand, I can't get over the changes in you — and they are all for the better. If that's the price, I guess it's the price." Looking very serious now he added, "Darling, I can't tell you how humble you make me feel right now. And if it's a matter of money for me, forget it right now. But for Miss Pierce — your mistress — it's certainly worthwhile. It's clear to me that she has already done more for you in the last six weeks than a mother would have done in your lifetime." Then with a lopsided grin he said, "Let's go for it!" The grin died as he looked at the others and asked, "But what do I bring to this party? What am I supposed to do?" Knowing Kelly well, Kevin knew that her father had been killed before she was born and her mother died when she was still very young. She had been raised by a series of relatives, none of whom really cared about her. All of them had large families of their own that took priority. He knew that everything Kelly had, she had obtained herself. One thing he certainly knew: She was fiercely independent. The two women left the room to complete preparations for dinner leaving the two men alone. Like Andy, Jack had come to truly love the wonderful girl who was living with them. He had been looking at Kevin closely all the time they were together and he liked what he saw. The young man was wearing a navy blazer with gray slacks, a white shirt and a striped tie. Jack was very pleased. Clearly Kevin had style sense even if he didn't have the money to buy good clothes. However, Jack had made arrangements with his tailors, J. Press, to have Kevin completely outfitted. After filling the young man in on what was expected of him he said, "Kevin ... Do you mind if I call you Kevin?" "Not at all, sir," Kevin immediately replied. "Please do!" "Kevin," Jack continued, "I guess it's easy to see the changes — or at least some of them — that Kelly has made in herself. I'm going to say something that you may laugh at. I'm going to suggest that you start working out to get into better shape. Looking at you, it's easy to see that you're in good shape — but not good enough for Kelly. "You see, it's something that she has picked up from Andy. Incidentally, she will never say one word to you about it ... ever! It's just that she is constantly working to become as close to perfect in your eyes as it's possible for her ever to be. Personally, I feel an obligation to Andy to be in the best shape I can possibly be in recognition of what she regularly goes through ... for me!" Looking into Kevin's blue eyes he said, "Please? Will you give it some thought?" The young man just shook his head and said, "It's not necessary, sir. The reason I cried a little earlier was I realized the incredible sacrifices Kelly is making ... for me! Sir, with respect to getting into better shape, it's something I have to do. But how?" Jack smiled warmly and then told him that arrangements had been made for him to have a membership at the finest athletic club in New York. Then Jack changed the subject and began to tell him of the duties of a debutante's escort. When he finished he grinned and said, "Basically, Kev, you — or all the men — are just window dressing. Why in hell do you think we wear tails? We look like penguins so our women can shine. And Kevin, Kelly will truly shine! Will you help her? Will you try your best to enable her to look as good as she possibly can?" Jack grinned and added, "I can assure you that for Kelly, 'as good as she possibly can' is going to be very good indeed!" While the men were talking, Kelly reappeared periodically to refresh their drinks and bring out more hors d'oeuvres. Whenever she came into the room Kevin marveled at her beauty and grace. Moreover, it turned out that she was very serious about being available to him. Once, when she bent over to pick up an empty glass, he cupped her tit in his hand. All she did was to stop what she was doing and just held her position while he caressed her gorgeous breast. When he lightly pinched her nipple she just grinned and winked. Her overall appearance was dazzling. During the summer when they had gone to the beach he had been aware of the fullness of her hips and thighs. Her breasts had been full but verged on being flabby. Now she was just golden satin over an incredibly firm body. Thinking about it he realized that when he ran his fingers over her, all he felt was satin-smooth skin over powerful muscles. He was amazed. Dinner was served in the newly redecorated dining room. It was the very first meal ever eaten in it because with only the three of them they always ate in the kitchen. Kevin found himself sitting opposite Kelly looking at her lovely breasts. When he commented on how natural she looked and moved in spite of being naked, she merely shrugged and said it wasn't hard since she had worn no clothes at all for six weeks. The meal was utterly spectacular. It was a full-course meal jointly prepared by Andy and Kelly and served on fine bone china with sterling-silver tableware. When he first sat down, Kevin's eyes widened as he looked at the array of tableware at his place. Kelly quietly pointed out that if the table was properly set, all one needed to do was to start on the outside and keep moving in. During the meal Andy and Jack explained to Kevin what the duties and responsibilities of an escort were. Clearly his work was cut out for him. Finally, they were down to coffee and cognac. Kelly even served cigars! Then Andy asked, "Kevin, what do you think of Kelly now? She has been working so hard to transform herself to be as beautiful as she can be in your eyes. Has she succeeded?" Before Kevin could reply Kelly sat up even straighter in her chair and said, "Kevin, what Mistress Andy said is not true!" She looked at him steadily with her face impassive and continued, "I said it earlier, but I guess it's worth saying again: It was true for about three hours on the day I first came here, but it hasn't been true at any time since. Actually, Kev, I'm doing it for my mistress." When she said it, Andy slowly shook her head and Jack looked at the girl with renewed interest. "You see, I have volunteered to be a slave to Mrs. Taylor. I don't know exactly how it happened, but my mistress is a slave to her right now. Moreover, if I don't become Debutante of the Year, her time in slavery is extended by at least a year. I don't know the details, but I believe Jack Fletcher is a slave, also." Looking directly into his eyes, Kevin realized how piercing Kelly's eyes had become. It was obvious she was trying to get him to understand something that was very important to her. "I have come to adore Andy Pierce," Kelly said simply. "There is absolutely nothing I will not do for her. Nothing! For me she has become the mother I never knew. She counsels, teaches, motivates ... But most of all," she said as her voice cracked and tears began to stream from her eyes, "she loves me! Honest, she really does. If you look at her, you will see what I am striving to emulate. There's no way I can, of course, but I want to become as much like her as I possibly can. "If you look into her eyes all you see is her innate goodness radiating out on everything. And as beautiful as she is physically — her body makes mine look ugly — it's nothing compared to what's inside..." "Kelly, please!" Andy exclaimed. "Mistress, you're interrupting!" Kelly said glaring at her. Continuing, "Her real beauty is the radiation of her goodness which becomes almost like a halo surrounding her. And then there's her love! When she kisses me, I feel the purest love flowing in rivers from her lips to mine. It feels so good!" Then she shook her head and said, "But she constantly degrades herself, too. I won't tell you exactly what she does, but I will tell you that the day I arrived there were still marks over every inch of her glorious body from when 'Drea Taylor had her whipped in December. She received over 100 lashes! Can you believe it? Can you imagine anyone torturing a person who is so good? Finally I concluded that 'Drea keeps her as a slave and tortures her because she is so good. I believe 'Drea is jealous of her and is trying to break her." With her head up straight now, Kevin could see that, although her tears had stopped, there were still tracks on her cheeks. But now there was fire in her eyes as she concluded, "Well, Kev, I will not allow it! I now think of her as my mother — although I never said it to her before now — and I will not allow my mother to be hurt! Never again! That's why I'm going to be debutante of the year, and it's why I need your help." Kevin thought the piercing look in her eyes would penetrate his skull as she concluded, "Kevin, will you help me? Please?" "Of course I will, Kelly," he replied softly but firmly. Reaching across the table he took her hand in his. As he did, he realized how beautiful it was with her long, slim fingers and perfect skin. She had a beautiful hand even though her nails were filed short and she wore no nail enamel. Looking into her eyes he said, "My darling, I know you never knew your parents. Personally, I think your development has been an incredible tribute to you. You did it all yourself. Honey, I am so happy for you." Then he looked over at Andy and saw her looking at Kelly. He added, "Kel, I see what you mean, though. I see an incredible level of love flowing from Miss Pierce. You are a very lucky girl!" Hearing his remarks, Kelly just beamed at him. Then she jumped to her feet, went to Andy and sat across her lap. Taking her head in her hands Kelly proceeded to kiss Andy with all the love she could possibly put into a kiss. When her lips met Andy's, the woman's eyes widened as she felt the incredible love flowing to her. Then she wrapped her arms around the girl's slim body and just hugged her and kissed her. Both girls' breathing was ragged when they slowly eased apart. Then Kelly asked softly, "Miss Pierce, will you let me think of you as my mother? Will ... Will you be my mother?" "Darling Kelly, you don't know what you're saying," Andy protested. "You don't know..." "I know you love me, Mistress. You do, don't you?" "Of course I do!" Andy exclaimed, "But—" "That's all that counts," the girl interjected, and then again melted her lips to Andy's. While she worked her lips, she tried to mash her body to hers and felt the wonderful sensation of Andy's fingers moving on her skin. Finally they pulled apart but Kelly just snuggled close to Andy and nuzzled her neck. Andy was slowly shaking her head and looking at Jack with an utterly bewildered expression on her face. "Darling," he said, "it looks like you have a daughter, whether you want one or not. Personally, I think you're incredibly lucky to have the love of a young woman as fine as Kelly!" Smiling warmly, Andy winked at him and then said, "That's all very well and good young lady, but in the meantime your ass is ruining my dress ... and you know damned well it's the only one I own!" Kelly jumped to her feet but then spun around and gave Andy another quick kiss. Then she stuck out the tip of her small pink tongue. Andy just giggled merrily while Kelly enjoyed the sound. Leading the way into the library, Andy put a compact disc on the player and said, "Kel, it's time for you and Kevin to practice your dancing. That's basically what the cotillion is all about, after all." "But ... but how?" Kelly asked looking down at her bare body. "That's easy," Andy replied airily. "Just stay up on your toes and it will be the same as dancing in heels. Why don't you and Kevin try it?" Gracefully rising up on her toes, Kelly went into Kevin's arms. To his amazement, they started moving very easily together. At the same time Andy held out her arms to Jack who rose and began to dance with her. As they moved together Kelly whispered, "Kev, aren't they just beautiful together? Will we ever look like that, do you suppose?" "Honey," he replied, "it's all I can do to stay on my feet. You don't know what it does to me to hold you in my arms when you're naked like this and I run my fingers over your beautiful body." He smiled warmly and lightly ran his right hand over her back and said, "It's like warm satin. Darling, you are gorgeous!" "The fact is I do know what I'm doing to you," she replied with a little grin. "I can feel your cock poking me in the stomach — and it feels so neat!" Then she looked into his eyes and said, "Darling, I will be giving you some relief before the night is over. I just hope I'm good enough to give you the enjoyment you deserve." After a few numbers, they exchanged partners and Jack and Andy taught Kelly and Kevin various dance steps. It continued for hours with the young people getting better and better. As it approached midnight, Andy suggested that they had had enough for one night. Turning to Kelly she said, "Now it's time to practice for your slavery. I guess it's time for you to go down on a man. Let me show you how." With that she rose and slipped off her dress, then her bikini and finally stepped out of her shoes. Kevin gasped as the full beauty of Andy's golden body was revealed. "Isn't she utterly magnificent?" Kelly whispered. "Can you imagine a woman possibly looking better than she does? It cannot be done!" He just slowly shook his head. "First, you have to get the man undressed," Andy said. Since Jack was sitting in an easy chair she knelt in front of him and began to undress him, beginning with his jacket and then his tie. At every step she told Kelly in detail exactly what she was doing. Grinning, she asked Jack to stand and then unbuckled his belt, unfastened the waistband of his trousers, unzipped the fly and let them drop to the floor. After he stepped out of them, she padded off to their bedroom to hang them up. Like her, Jack had almost no clothes at all and she needed to keep the few things he had presentable. In the meantime Jack was standing in his shorts. After slipping off his socks he just stood there, crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth provoking a giggle from Kelly who had been watching with interest. When Andy returned, she dropped to her knees in front of him and slipped his shorts down. With his cock revealed in full erection she said, "This is a man's sex organ, Kelly. Isn't it beautiful?" She leaned forward and quickly kissed its pink tip. Then she asked Jack to lie down on his back on the floor. Before straddling his body she looked at Kelly she said, "When you go down on a man like this always remember to offer your cunt to his lips. He might want to eat you at the same time." Looking down at Jack, before she could say a word she saw that his head was nodding rapidly and he was licking his lips. "Jack Fletcher," she exclaimed, "you're not taking this seriously. I'm trying to teach her something." "And I'm waiting patiently to drink your nectar," Jack replied with a quick wink. "You were the one who offered, remember." "You didn't give me a chance to offer!" she pouted. Then she said, "Mr. Fletcher, would you care to eat my cunt while I'm doing you? It's not necessary, of course, sir. It's strictly up to you." Trying to look bored Jack said, "Yes, Slave. I believe I will sample your whore's cunt. Is it clean?" "Oh yes, sir!" she replied. Andy grinned, winked and knelt with her love box above his mouth. Then she leaned over and began to lick Jack's cock. Before she took it into her mouth she said, "Kel, there's one thing to remember. For me to get Jack's full length into my mouth I have to let his cock penetrate my throat. That's not a problem. The thing is, though, that if he cums with his cock all the way in my mouth, the head of his cock — and all his luscious spend — is well down my throat — far beyond the point where there are any taste buds. Since I love the taste of him, when I feel him about to cum, I move back on his cock so only its tip is in my mouth. Then swallowing quickly I get to savor all of his luscious syrup." In the meantime Kelly and Kevin were sitting on the floor with their backs to the sofa. His arm was around her and Kelly had put his hand over her tit while she rested against his broad shoulder. They watched as Andy carefully worked on Jack's sex while holding her cunt very close to his mouth but just above it. In moments, they could see Andy roll her hips as his tongue alternately probed her slit and her vagina. Frequently he would lightly nip her engorged clitoris. Soon Andy reached orgasm and they could see Jack carefully licking up the flow of her love juices. Kevin hugged Kelly tighter as he watched the unbelievable spectacle unfold. When Andy reached continuous orgasm, Kevin did not believe his eyes. In spite of the convulsions in her loins, though, her head just kept going up and down on Jack's massive cock while he continued to swallow her nectar. Finally, they could see Jack's cock start to throb. As she had said she would, at that same moment, Andy pulled her head back so only its head was still in her mouth as his cum started to pump. They could see her swallowing rapidly and at the same time kneading his sac with her fingers to maximize his cuming. Finally his flow slowed and then stopped. After licking off the last drops from his cock Andy spun around and bent over to kiss him. They watched as Jack wrapped his arms around her and crushed her body to his. As he did, wonderful happy sounds came from deep in her body. Finally they kissed and exchanged the last of each other's fluids. When Andy finally broke the kiss, she slid down far enough on Jack's body to be able to rest her cheek against his chest while she slowly regained her breath. When she did, she quickly moved up again, kissed him and said, "Thank you, darling. That was wonderful!" Slowly, she got off him and sat up with her back against the wall and said, "Okay, Kel, now it's your turn. Let's see if you learned anything." Kelly stood up and gave Kevin her hand. Pulling him to his feet, she then seated him in a chair and said, "Sir, I am Slave Kelly and I am here to serve you tonight. Before we begin, though, would you like to relieve yourself in my mouth?" Kevin looked at her, puzzled. "I don't understand," he said. She was not following the script Miss Pierce had laid out. "I thought you might like to relieve yourself, sir, before I go down on you and drink your succulent cum. Would you like to? You might find that it's fun." At that point Andy spoke up and said, "Kevin, I believe Kelly told you when you arrived that she would do anything for you tonight with only two exceptions. Drinking your urine is not one of them. You see, she knows that 'Drea Taylor loves to degrade people and one of her favorites is having a slave drink a guest's urine — and eat his or her excrement, for that matter." She shook her head and added, "I really don't know what to say. I know she can drink a woman's but I'm also sure she has never tried it with a man. Would you like her to try on you?" Kevin just shook his head and said, "Please, no! I really couldn't do it. I mean that literally, too. I just could not." Looking up at Kelly he said, "Slave, I want you to go down on me — and you better be good!" She winked at him, then dropped to her knees beside his chair. Carefully she undressed him as she had just been shown. Finally he was standing only wearing his shorts. Swallowing hard, Kelly eased them down over his slim hips and then gasped. His cock was fully erect, long and fat. It was the same size as Jack's. "It's so beautiful!" she whispered. "Oh, God! Thank you for giving me a man who is built like a Greek god!" Leaning forward she kissed the tip and ran her tongue lightly over it. Then she looked up at him and said, "Sir, my dirty slave's cunt is available to you, as well. Would you like to eat it while I go down on you? It's strictly up to you, sir." When he said he would, she asked him to lie on his back on the floor. She straddled his head with her cunt right above his mouth. Leaning forward she took his sex and began to run her tongue over it like an ice-cream cone. In the meantime, Kevin was having the first experience of his life in eating a woman's cunt. As soon as his tongue started to move up her slit, Kelly lowered her body to mash it against his mouth. When she did, Andy winked at Jack and said, "Slave! What are you doing with your cunt? You are supposed to make it available to him, not smother him with it! Maintain it just above his lips." Kelly did as she was told with a little giggle. Given the size of his cock, she wasn't sure her mouth would be large enough to get it all in but she tried. After lining up her throat the way Andy had told her and the way she had seen her take Jack so many times, she was amazed to find that it actually worked. While she was going down on his cock, Kelly realized that the hardest thing was to work on him while he was working on her. What she really wanted to do was just to kneel above him and savor the glorious sensations he was creating in her cunt. Further, she realized that, although he was only doing to her what Andy had done so many times before, it felt very different with a man's tongue probing her insides. Nevertheless, she had found the line with her throat and moved up and down on the huge rod while she formed her mouth like a vagina so he could fuck her mouth and throat. At the same time she was gently and then more firmly kneading his balls. When she felt him about to release, she raised her head so only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. As he started to cum Kelly began to swallow as fast as she could. Kevin was so virile, though, that when he began to spurt, his flow overwhelmed her mouth and some of his cum started to run down her face to her chin. At the same time her pelvis was in violent motion because Kevin had taken her up to the point of continuous orgasm. When he bit her clit hard, the sensation overwhelmed her and she fainted. Regaining consciousness, Kelly found that she was again resting with her head against Kevin's shoulder and his arm was around her cupping her tit. She turned towards him for a kiss, but before kissing her lips he carefully licked off the cum that was still on her face. Their kiss was loaded with fire and passion and the purest love that the two young people shared. Easing away, she realized that Jack was sitting against the wall across from them but Andy was not there. Then she returned carrying a champagne bucket and a tray with four glasses. She handed the bottle to Jack who expertly opened it and poured four glasses. Offering the flutes to the young people first, she then gave one to Jack and kept one for herself. As soon as Andy sat down beside him on the floor his arm came around so his hand could cup her tit. "Kids," she said, "this is something we discovered awhile ago. Cum — and love juice — wash down beautifully with champagne. Dom Pérignon is best." Then she raised her glass and said, "To Kelly Carmichael, New York's next Debutante of the Year, and her escort, Kevin Fitzpatrick." As they savored the champagne, Kelly said, "Mistress, this is wonderful! I never dreamed it could taste so good." With a small smile she added, "I guess I'm almost looking forward to my slavery if it's going to be like this." "It's not!" Andy said shaking her head. "First, you love Kevin, and he's a magnificent specimen of young manhood. His crotch is clean, his cum tastes wonderful ... But that's not what you're going to get. You will probably get an old man who's a tub of lard, covered with hair and with a groin that reeks. You will have to work on his prick for him even to have an erection, let alone get off in your mouth." Shaking her head again she said, "Kel, give it up. Please? For me? I can't stand the thought of a girl of your purity and goodness prostituting yourself in front of pigs." Kelly's face had been impassive while Andy spoke. It was still impassive as she asked, "What about you, Mistress? Can you get out of your arrangement?" Andy just shook her head and said, "Kelly, it really doesn't matter. An extra year can't make a difference to me." Then she looked down at the carpet for a minute and then up at Kelly's eyes and said, "Kel, I guess I owe you an explanation. You're right, of course: I am 'Drea's slave. The reason is that for years I used to aid and abet her in her degradation of people. In fact, I guess a number of her worst ideas were mine. I suppose I may have changed, but she didn't. To her what I did was unforgivable. I guess it makes her feel badly. Anyway, that's why I'm a slave — and will continue to be one for a long time." Looking at her Kelly could see the pleading in Andy's eyes. "No, Mom. I'm sorry. You see, I'm going to use the money to buy your freedom. Now I realize how much more important it is than financing Kevin's start-up. He'll make it — it just may take a little longer." Andy could not change Kelly's mind. After Kevin left, Andy asked Kelly to come with her into the bathroom. Kneeling on the floor she said, "Now young lady, it's that time again. I want to see how much of that champagne I can taste." Over her protests, Kelly did it and watched her yellow stream go into Andy's throat. But then there was a change. As the stream slowed Andy caught it in her mouth and for the first time tasted it. After licking off her cunt she said, "Kelly, you are utterly delicious." Then she cocked her head and said, "You know what? I'm almost coming around to the point of view that even your shit would taste good." "Don't even think of it!" Kelly exclaimed while Andy just grinned. ------- Later, after their wonderful lovemaking, Jack had just turned off the light and Andy was snuggling into his shoulder. As she did she murmured, "Jack Fletcher, I love you so much!" "And I adore you, darling," he replied. A few moments later he added, "You know something? I really think of myself as Jack Fletcher now. Fletch Taylor is just a bad dream." Then after another moment he said, "You know what happened tonight, don't you, Andy?" Although she didn't make a sound he could feel her head shaking from side to side on his shoulder so he continued, "You just got the ultimate confirmation of what everyone was telling us on Maui: Andy Pierce is a wonderful person! Kelly Carmichael is a very special young lady and she utterly adores you. But what's going to happen when she learns the truth?" This time Andy responded. "I don't know, Jack," she wailed. "I just don't know. She'll probably hate me, I guess, for deceiving her so badly." "I don't think she will," he responded, "but I think she's going to do something. The question is, what?" Then he changed the subject and asked, "What about getting a wardrobe for her, honey? How are you going to work out that one?" She chuckled and Jack found he loved the sensation of feeling her chuckle while his hand cupped her breast. "That was being solved even as we were making love. Honey, believe it or not, Ginger Conrad is flying out here tonight. Kathy says she has the most perfect fashion judgment of anyone she has ever met. She will be taking Kelly shopping. I wrote a number of letters of introduction for her and called the buyers at my favorite stores. They'll be looking for her. In addition, Sandy Harris is coming with her. Kathy wants her to get involved in the final decorating bits and pieces for the apartment." Although he couldn't see her — the room was pitch black — he could feel her turn her head to look at him. "Remember how gorgeous Kathy's apartment was? Sandy did it all, and did it in just two weeks. I'm really looking forward to their visit." She moved her head a bit more and found Jack's lips with her own. After another rapturous kiss she put her head back on his shoulder and cuddled close. In moments they were both asleep. ------- Chapter 3 The doorbell rang at eight-thirty the next morning and Kelly went to answer it. Opening the door, she saw two beautiful young women, one with brown hair and the other with the most gorgeous auburn hair she had ever seen. The redhead extended her hand and said, "Kelly? I'm Ginger Conrad and this is Sandy Harris. We've been sent out from Los Angeles to help with a couple of things." When Kelly shook hands, she was very pleasantly surprised at the strength in the two women's grips. Just then Andy appeared and the women took turns hugging her. "Andy, you just keep getting more beautiful by the day," Ginger said. Then she said, "And thank you so much for having us met. Coming in on the red-eye is bad enough without having to fight New York taxis." The limousine with chauffeur was a new addition. A senior master sergeant, Sam Duncan, had been discharged from Ken's old Ranger unit. When Ken heard about it from Mike Rossi, he contacted him and offered him a job as chauffeur. He knew that there was nothing on wheels with an engine that Sam couldn't handle expertly. Moreover, Sam's family was grown and now in the East. Ken made the offer and Sam immediately accepted. Now he was living at a hotel near the apartment while waiting for his wife to sell their house in California and join him. Ken thought that the Duncans would make an ideal live-in couple for Andy and Jack, although he had not mentioned a word of it to the Taylors. To take advantage of the innate snobbery of New Yorkers, Ken had ordered a Rolls-Royce limousine in British racing green. In addition, with Bill Clifford's help, they had arranged for Sam to have a pistol permit issued to him so he was both a chauffeur and bodyguard. Ginger grinned and said, "That green Rolls is really spectacular. Moreover, it's easy to spot in that sea of black Cadillacs." The four women went back to the kitchen where Andy served coffee and fresh croissants. "Good heavens!" Ginger exclaimed when she tasted one, "This is at least as good as the very best Kathy Carlson can do. Enough said?" While they were sitting around the table, Andy told Kelly that Ginger was going to help her pick out a wardrobe. While they were talking, Sam had brought the women's luggage and put it in the room designated for their use. It was a beautiful guest room with sliding glass doors opening out on the pool terrace. Finally, she gave Kelly a spank and sent her into her room to get dressed. As she left the kitchen Kelly realized it would be the first time she had worn any clothes at all in over six weeks. When Ginger and Kelly left the building, they found Sam standing beside the car waiting to open the door for them. Ginger gave him a bright smile and climbed in. Kelly, however, stopped, gave him a loving kiss full on his lips and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Duncan. I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you are doing for me!" Sam Duncan was a man-mountain standing six feet two but appearing to be almost that big across his massive shoulders. He was black as the ace of spades and utterly worshiped the ground Ken Carlson walked on. In just the few days he had been with Andy and Jack he realized how much like Kathy and Ken they were. And he adored Kelly Carmichael. She got in and he closed the door. When he got behind the wheel and pulled away from the curb, he used the limousine's intercom to ask Kelly why she called him Mr. Duncan. She replied, "If you insist on calling me Miss Kelly or Miss Carmichael, I'm going to call you Mr. Duncan. First of all, you're old enough to be my father. In fact, if he were still alive I think he would be younger than you are. Secondly, you're one of our country's greatest heros. Third, I love you so very much. I'm just poor white trash and we both know it. Everything I appear to be, I owe to Miss Pierce. That's why you're Mr. Duncan." "Could I make a deal with you?" he asked. "If I promise to call you Kelly, would you please call me Sam? Or Sarge? I answer to that, too." "Sarge, it is!" Kelly exclaimed. "And I love it!" Then he addressed himself to Ginger. "Mrs. Conrad, I think you can see why everyone who knows Kelly adores her. She's really one of the finest people the good Lord ever put on this earth." He knew why Ginger had come East so he added, "I'm sure you're going to do a wonderful job with her wardrobe. Don't you think she'll be easy to buy for, ma'am?" "Can I get in on this deal, too, Sarge? The name is Ginger, or Ging or ... My husband is an ex-Marine fighter pilot. He told me what all those medals you have mean. Please... ? Ginger?" She saw his grin in the rear-view mirror and he put his thumb up. What followed that day was the finest shopping experience Ginger had ever had. With Kelly's perfect body and beautiful blue eyes she was so easy to buy for. Inevitably, they would be shown to a private room accompanied by the store's head fashion buyer, while outfits worn by professional models were presented to them. When they made a couple of tentative selections and Kelly tried them on, the buyer's jaw dropped as she realized that they looked better on Kelly than they had on the models. Ginger was initially puzzled by a question Kelly raised: "Will Mother like it?" When Ginger looked baffled, Kelly grinned and explained her relationship with Andy. "You see, Mrs. Conrad, she's my mother. She created me. She counsels, encourages, and most of all, she loves me. Oh God, I love that woman!" "Kelly, do you think you could find it in your heart to call me Ginger?" she asked with a grin. "I think I'm only a few years older than you are..." "Oh no, Mrs. Conrad! I couldn't. Mom would be terribly upset. After all, you're a lawyer, a name partner in a major law firm ... And I barely graduated from high school. It really wouldn't be respectful." "Respect, hell!" Ginger exclaimed. "I'm just Charley Conrad's hot cunt! That's the only thing that counts." Looking at Kelly she grinned and asked, "Don't you think you can bring yourself to call a hot cunt, Ginger?" Although the store buyer returned in time to hear the end of Ginger's comment and was scandalized, Kelly just giggled. Looking at Ginger thoughtfully she said, "Well ... How about a compromise? How about Mrs. Hot Cunt?" The buyer had retreated to bring out more outfits so Ginger hit Kelly lightly on the arm and said, "What's wrong? Are you retarded or something? It's Mrs. Charley's Hot Cunt! Okay?" Kelly just leaned over and kissed the woman. Ginger was astonished at the flow of pure love she felt from this lovely girl. This is a trip that was very much worth making, she thought. Let's hope it all works out! ------- When the two women arrived at Bergdorf Goodman, they were greeted at the door by Anita Lucas, the senior buyer for women's fashions. Anita was looking forward to their visit with all the enthusiasm she would have for a trip to the dentist to have four impacted wisdom teeth removed. Having known 'Drea Taylor for several years, Anita had come to utterly detest the woman. She was everything Anita had come to despise in the rich. In fact, she thought, 'Drea Taylor raises humiliation almost to an art form. Nevertheless, she spent a great deal of money in the store so her wishes were honored. Seeing the Rolls pull up at the door, Nita thought nothing of it. 'Drea had a Cadillac, she knew. But she watched with interest as two beautiful young women alighted from the vehicle and entered the store. The older girl was an incredible beauty, Nita realized. Never in her life had she seen auburn hair as beautiful as hers. She looked around as if waiting for someone. Nita went up to her and asked, "May I help you?" "I hope so," the auburn-haired beauty replied. "I'm Ginger Conrad and I'm looking for Anita Lucas. I'm a friend of Andrea Taylor's." Nita's eyes suddenly widened but she remained impassive and said, "I'm Nita Lucas. I'm delighted to meet you." The girl smiled warmly and introduced the younger woman as 'Drea's niece. Nita escorted them to a large private sitting room and then watched in utter amazement. First, the younger woman stripped off all her clothes except for a tiny lace bikini. Unlike every other Bergdorf customer, though, Nita noticed that the girl appeared completely comfortable in her nudity — and moved so gracefully! The far-more-common attitude was an unwillingness to undress — and having seen the numerous bodily flaws the women typically displayed, Nita knew why — or a tightness as if they were about to cover their breasts and loins instantly. This girl seemed completely at home. Moreover, her body was utterly incredible. While her assistants worked with the women, Nita stood in the corner and just watched. The longer she watched, the more puzzled she became. First, Nita had offered refreshments. One of her people was waiting to rush to a nearby restaurant to buy whatever the women wanted. The redhead, Mrs. Conrad, asked if there was a pot of coffee in the store somewhere. When Nita reluctantly admitted that there was, she asked for two coffees, black. For 'Drea Taylor or her friends this was unheard-of behavior. Then the more she watched the younger woman the more puzzled she became. The girl moved with the grace of a dancer or a trained athlete. Her posture was utterly perfect. Moreover, Nita realized that she could listen to the girl talk for hours. Her voice was so cultured yet so musical. In fact everything about the girl reeked of refinement and breeding. At the same time, though, the pair were as kind and considerate to the store people as any customers who had ever been in the place. It was unique in Nita's experience. Normally, the richer they were, the more obnoxious they were. But it was the relationship between the two women that amazed Nita the most: They were constantly kidding each other! Or at least, that's what appeared to be happening. When Nita heard the younger one giggle, she thought it was the most delightful sound she had ever heard. The surprises continued. Unlike 'Drea, Ginger Conrad couldn't care less what was "in" or "out". At the same time Nita recognized that Ginger had incredible style sense and judgment. Moreover, she certainly knew quality in both materials and workmanship. To her shock, Nita realized she was enjoying their visit! While she normally remained inconspicuously in the corner whenever 'Drea was in the store, this time she found herself drawn into the discussions. Before long, she was handling the two women personally, when she realized that her assistants were overmatched — Ginger knew far more about fashions, colors and fabrics than they did. But it didn't stop there. Before long, Nita found herself on the phone talking to suppliers about special orders. This had not happened since she had been in the store. The biggest surprise came at the end of their session. As they were about to leave, Ginger gave Nita her card. Looking down at it she saw Virginia P. Jamison, Partner. Then she saw the firm name, Clifford & Jamison. Nita remembered reading something about William H. Clifford marrying a Los Angeles lawyer a few months back. Searching her brain, Nita came up with a name and asked, "Is Allison Clifford your partner? The wife of William H. Clifford?" "Ali is certainly the managing partner," Ginger replied, "and I guess you're right. Her husband's name is William H. Clifford." Looking at Nita she said, "But why do you ask?" It was all Nita could do to reply. "But ... but ... but he's one of the wealthiest men in the country. And ... and you are his wife's law partner?" "Sure am," Ginger responded with a grin. "And Ali Clifford is one of the greatest people God ever put on this earth." Then she looked at Nita and added, "She's a very close friend of 'Drea's, by the way." Then Ginger extended her hand and said, "Thank you very much, Ms. Lucas. This has been one of the most delightful shopping experiences of my life. I'll certainly tell 'Drea how helpful you and your people have been to us. I'm sure she'll be very pleased." Nita did not know how to respond. Finally, she replied honestly: "Mrs. Conrad, this has been my very best day at the store. And you have made it so. It is so rare that we get to meet someone with such exquisite taste, color judgment and knowledge of workmanship. This has been a real pleasure!" Ginger looked at the woman and decided she was being very sincere. Impulsively she took her into her arms and kissed her warmly. When their lips met, Nita almost fell over from the impact of Ginger's kiss. It was pure love! As she tried to clear her head, she heard Ginger say, "Ms. Lucas, coming from a person as experienced and as knowledgeable as you are, that is a real compliment. I am truly honored!" As the two women left the store, Nita's fingers were at her lips as she still felt the power of the woman's kiss. Slowly she smiled as she realized it had been her very best day in the fashion industry. Still bemused, she made her way back to her office. The sale had been huge. But at the same time she was very pleased. The girl, Kelly Carmichael, was one of the most spectacular beauties she had ever seen. When Ginger explained that she was in contention for debutante of the year honors, Nita had taken a real interest. Finally she had come to realize that Ginger's style-sense was at least as good as her own. A couple of times she had tried to push an outfit on Kelly which Ginger firmly rejected. Thinking about it, Nita was honest enough to admit that Ginger was right and she had been wrong. Every outfit that Ginger purchased was unique and perfect for the young woman. Sitting down behind her desk, there was one thing that still puzzled her. Mrs. Conrad had purchased two outfits, including a formal gown, whose colors were really not right for Kelly. She had been assured that they were not for her, but Nita couldn't figure out for whom they were intended. Clearly, it couldn't be 'Drea — they would never fit. She remembered how fat she was, and all the styling tricks she used to minimize the apparent size of her waist, hips, buttocks and thighs. But who were they for? Only then did Nita realize that Ginger's figure and Kelly's might as well have been carbon copies. But the outfits would not work with either Ginger's coloring or with Kelly's. Who were they for? The final shock came two days later when she received a beautifully addressed envelope. Opening it, she found a Crane's informal with the name, Kelly Pierce Carmichael engraved on it. It was a note to her done in the most beautifully clear handwriting she had ever seen. It was to thank her for all of the courtesies extended to herself and Mrs. Conrad on their recent visit and expressing anticipation at being able to wear all the lovely things they had purchased. She also conveyed her aunt's warmest thanks, as well. Nita was utterly stunned! Rising from her desk she took the note to the store's president who read it twice. He, too, had never seen anything like it. ------- It was almost five o'clock when Ginger and Kelly returned to the apartment. Finding Andy and Sandy in the library talking, Kelly, who had stripped off her clothes as soon as she got in, rolled her hips and said, "How about swimming a few laps? Mom, I'll bet I can take you at 1,000 meters!" Then she looked at Sandy and said, "Miss Harris, would you and Ginger like to get in on it, too?" Sandy looked outside and her brow knitted. "Be serious! It's snowing." "Oh," Kelly replied in a flat tone of voice, "I guess it is, isn't it? So what? The pool is heated." Turning back to Andy she said, "Mom, how about it?" Andy grinned and stripped off her clothes. "Okay, twerp! I guess I have to clean your clock again!" Sandy and Ginger looked at one another and both shrugged. In just moments their clothes were strewn on the floor and they were following the other two out the door to the pool terrace. Both of them shrieked as they found themselves running barefoot through the light snow that was already almost an inch deep. When they reached the pool, they saw Kelly and Andy standing on the starting boxes of the two side lanes leaving the center two for Ginger and Sandy. The temperature was well below freezing while the snow, driven by a stiff wind, was blowing almost horizontally across the roof of the forty-story apartment building on which the penthouse was built. As soon as they were in position, Andy gave the starting count and the four hit the water in racing dives at almost the same instant. One-thousand meters in a twenty-five-meter pool is forty laps. After doing twenty, Ginger and Sandy both stopped and rested at the end of the pool. They found the experience remarkable. Although their bodies were comfortable in the heated water after their strenuous exercise, snowflakes were melting on their faces. In the meantime they watched as Andy and Kelly continued to move with power and grace through the water. After thirty-eight laps Andy shifted from a distance stroke to a sprint and began to pull away. Although Kelly did the same thing, she was not yet as strong as Andy nor did she have her endurance. In just the last two laps Andy opened a lead of nearly half a pool length. When Kelly finished, Andy was standing on the deck waiting for her to give her a hand out. Then, instead of returning to the house, Andy led the way to a hut-like structure built against the its wall. The penthouse was, in fact, a very large one-floor house built on the roof of the apartment building. Structurally, though, it was completely independent except for its water, sewer and utility connections. Opening the door, the girls found themselves in a sauna that had been completed only a few days earlier. After pouring water on hot rocks, it immediately vaporized, sending up clouds of steam which quickly filled the room. As the steam rose, Andy sat back on the bench and rested against the wall. Once inside, Ginger realized that the structure was larger than it appeared to be on the outside. The bench lined three of the four walls. Instead of sitting on the bench, Kelly lay down on it and rested her head on Andy's thigh. Looking up at her face, she said softly, "You won again, Mom. What did I lose this time?" Andy picked Kelly up by her shoulders and brought her face to hers. Then she concentrated on kissing the girl in a manner to try to convey the extent of her love. Kelly wrapped her arms around Andy's sweat-slickened shoulders and returned the love. When they finally parted, Kelly sat up beside Andy and looked at the other two women. She whistled softly and said, "Mom, have you taken a good look at Ginger and Miss Harris? Do you realize that we mostly look the same — just assorted colors? Black, brown, red and gold, but outside of that, identical." Looking at Ginger, she just shook her head sorrowfully and said, "Can you imagine anyone looking as beautiful as Ginger? My God, her coloring is unbelievable." At that point Sandy said, "By the way, young lady. The name is Sandy. It is not — repeat, not — Miss Harris! Clear?" Kelly grinned, got off the bench and went to Sandy with her hand outstretched. After shaking hands she said, "Sandy, you are unbelievably beautiful." She looked at her closely and then added, "You're very much like my mom, too. So much of your beauty is radiated from the goodness inside you." Sitting down beside her, Kelly took Sandy's head in her hands. In spite of the steam that now was so thick that they could no longer see across to the far wall, she just stared into Sandy's eyes. Then she tilted Sandy's head, put her lips on hers and kissed her. Instantly Sandy could feel the purest, most innocent love flowing through her. When she did, she put her arms around the younger woman's sweat-slickened body and squeezed, then concentrated on the kiss. When they finally eased apart, Kelly was shaking but said, "I didn't know the half of it, did I? Sandy, you are so unbelievably pure and good!" Sandy slowly shook her head and said to Andy, who she could no longer even see through the steam, "This girl is exquisite, Andy. Never have I encountered a person like her. The only people who could be in her class — maybe — are you, Kathy and Ali. But I'm convinced you can't be human — any of you!" Kelly and Andy then got sticks and began to scrape dead skin from the other two women's bodies. By now sweat was pouring off all four of them in sheets, and the sticks were scraping off dirt and dead skin. When they finished, Ginger and Sandy, who had watched the process, did it to Andy and Kelly. By the time they were through, sweat had soaked the women's hair and even the wooden bench they were sitting on. Then Andy winked at Kelly and said, "Well, I guess it's that time." Turning to the other two she said, "To complete the sauna we have to close the pores. To do that we have a pool of water right outside the door." She opened the door and then jumped feet-first into a small circular pool. Kelly was right behind her. Sandy had been watching and was surprised by the depth of the pool. Although it appeared at a glance to be like a small child's wading pool, it was, in fact, deep enough for the water to be well over the heads of the women. Andy and Kelly's heads bobbed to the surface and Kelly said, "Don't just stand there freezing! Come on in!" Sandy looked at Ginger, shrugged, and they both jumped in feet-first the way they had seen Andy and Kelly do it. As soon as they hit the water, both women shrieked in pain. The water was only thirty-eight degrees. As soon as they entered, Andy and Kelly vaulted out of the pool. When the two heads bobbed to the surface, they stepped on them with their bare feet and ran for a door to a large shower room. In an instant the two women were out of the pool and running after them. The shower was a marvel. There was plenty of room for all four women and it had myriad shower and spray heads. Without saying a word, Kelly and Andy showered in very warm water, shampooed their hair and then passed the shampoo and conditioner to Sandy and Ginger. In spite of standing in the warm water, both were still shivering and covered with goose-bumps. What followed amazed the two visitors. When they got out of the shower, they were seated on two stools and wrapped in warm bath towels. Andy dried Ginger while Kelly worked on Sandy. Then they led them to another room in which there were several massage tables. After massaging their bodies, they sat them down on the stools again and fixed their hair. After slipping on warm terry robes, they returned to the library. At that point Kelly slipped off her robe and said to Ginger, "Ginger, would you like to punish me first? That was a terribly nasty trick Mom and I pulled on you two. I think ten spanks from each of you would be about right. Do you agree, or do you think it should be more?" Looking thoughtful, she shook her head and said, "No, that's really not enough, is it? I forgot that you two are both from Southern California where it's warm all the time. The cold really affected you." Sandy could see tears at the corners of the beautiful girl's eyes as she said, "Fifteen? Twenty? What do you think?" With her face impassive Ginger asked, "What about Andy? Does she get the same number?" Kelly's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Oh, no! I guess I wasn't clear. I am accepting the punishment for both of us. I guess twenty from each of you is about right. I get them all." Then she explained about the whipping Andy had taken and told them of her vow that her mother would never be beaten again. "But, you see, what we did to you two was pretty nasty, so we deserve to be punished. It's just that I accept it for both of us." "Kneel down between my legs," Ginger commanded, opening her robe and spreading her thighs wide. Kelly did as she was told and then looked up with her eyes wide. Then Ginger held the girl's face and kissed her with all the love she could convey. At first Kelly was startled, but then responded in kind. When Ginger released her though, instead of rising, Kelly dropped her head and kissed Ginger's cunt. Then she went to Sandy and over her protests did the same thing. Then Kelly asked why she had not been punished. Ginger just shook her head and said, "Kelly, it would be impossible. First, you are such a beautiful girl — and I mean that in every sense of the word." Then she grinned and added, "And besides, that was one of the neatest practical jokes I've ever seen!" Looking puzzled she added, "But how in hell were you and Andy able to stay in that liquid refrigerator and look so casual about it? That's what really did it to Sandy and me. There was absolutely no warning! How did you do it?" Andy giggled and replied, "I wasn't really sure we could." She grinned and added, "But it was fun, wasn't it?" In the meantime, Kelly had been looking at Ginger carefully. The girl still had her robe open exposing her pubic hair and cunt. Finally she said, "Ginger, something's bothering me. Your pubic hair: It's so incredibly beautiful. So is the hair on your head, of course, but..." Ginger chuckled and grinned sheepishly. Kelly thought it was the merriest little sound she had ever heard. "Honey, what you're trying to say is the hair on my head looks like it's dyed. That's only because it is." Kelly's jaw dropped in utter amazement. "But your pubic hair ... I mean ... it matches." Ginger quickly told Kelly the story of dying her hair a horrible mouse brown to keep from being attractive to men. When she got started, she told the full story including wearing body padding to conceal her figure and horrible brown contact lenses to hide her green eyes. She finished by saying, "All in all, Kel, I was a horrible mess! Then Ali Clifford saved me. She dragged me kicking and screaming back into the human race. Less than a week later, I was engaged to Charley Conrad. In the meantime, though, she had her buddy, Henry Hall — who worked on your hair, I understand — dye my hair back to it's natural color." Then she explained that dyed hair can't change color and is too even in color to be natural. At that point she bent over and showed Kelly where her natural color ended — about two-thirds of its length had grown in. Then Ginger said, "While you've been talking about pubic hair, I've been looking at Andy. Andy, you did to yourself what Kathy and Judy did, didn't you? You plucked it back and took out all the hair below your neat patch." She smiled warmly and said, "It looks utterly fabulous!" Then she looked embarrassed and added, "Could you... ? I mean..." "Could I do it for you?" Andy asked with a warm smile. "Of course! But I warn you, it does hurt. Are you sure you want to?" At that point Sandy said, "If you do, could I get in the game, too? I mean..." After being reassured that both women did want their pubic hair plucked, they took them back to the massage room. After providing them with pieces of hard rubber to bite on, Andy and Kelly went to work with Kelly working on Ginger while Andy did Sandy. As Kelly worked, she was impressed with the courage of the woman. In spite of tears of pain flowing from her eyes Ginger never flinched nor moved her pelvis in any way. By the time they were finished both girls were bathed in perspiration. After giving them warm baths, they put pain-deadening ointment on the areas and then gave them small mirrors to use to admire the results. Ginger looked at herself carefully, then took Kelly in her arms and kissed her lovingly. "Darling, what a disgusting job! I only now realized what we asked you and Andy to do for us." Then looking closely at Kelly she said, "You did it all yourself, didn't you? And you pulled it all out, not just a few stray hairs." Kelly just shrugged and said, "It was for my mom. She thought it would look prettier and I think she's right. Do you?" Ginger agreed that she certainly thought it did. That evening, when Jack joined them in the library for drinks, he looked at the two California girls and started to laugh. Ginger feigned a hurt expression and asked, "What's so funny?" Jack just shook his head and continued to laugh while Andy began to giggle. Both girls were wearing warm cardigan sweaters, but that was all. They were both naked from the waist down. Ginger looked down at herself and protested, "I can't help it! I'm cold." That night they had a magnificent dinner that was prepared almost entirely by Kelly. Since everyone had had a long day they retired early. Sandy and Ginger were sharing a king-sized bed, but in spite of her fatigue Ginger could not fall asleep. At the same time she didn't want to disturb Sandy by tossing and turning, so after about an hour of just lying still she eased out of the bed and padded out towards the living rooms. Expecting to be alone, she was surprised to see a light shining under the closed door to the library. Easing it open, she found Kelly at the desk working on a book. Since she was naked, Ginger's bare feet made no sound on the carpet as she padded up behind the girl to see what she was doing. Kelly was working on a scrapbook. She only had the desk lamp on; the rest of the room was in darkness. Sensing someone in the room with her, she jerked around, startled. Seeing Ginger standing behind her she smiled and said, "Hi, Mrs. Conrad. What are you doing up at this hour?" She paused for a moment and added, "I guess it's the time change, isn't it? It's three hours earlier in Los Angeles, so maybe it's too early for you to be ready for sleep." Shaking her head sadly Ginger replied, "Don't I wish it were that simple! No, darling, it's Charley: God, I miss him so! Gently she ran her finger down her still-very-sore slit and moaned. Then she shook her head as if to clear it and asked, "But, for that matter, what are you doing up, Kel? You don't have a time change and you're still a virgin. What are you doing?" Then she feigned a frown and said, "And it's still Ginger, damn it!" "I'm working on a surprise for Mom," she replied sheepishly. Then looking concerned she added, "You won't tell her, will you?" Ginger shook her head with a warm smile and said, "Of course not! But what is it?" "It's my Pygmalion scrapbook," she replied. "You remember Pygmalion did a beautiful statue of Galatea and fell in love with it. Well, you could think of me as a cross between the myth and Shaw's play where Mom is Professor Higgins to my Eliza Doolittle. You see, Mrs. Charley's Hot Cunt," she said with a grin causing Ginger to roll her eyes, "she created me in a more meaningful way than Professor Higgins ever created Eliza. But the cross with the myth is that I'm hoping and praying that she will fall in love with me, too, the way Pygmalion fell in love with his statue." Since Ginger looked very interested, Kelly asked, "Would you like to look at it?" Ginger instantly agreed and pulled up a chair. It turned out that the scrapbook was, in fact, a multimedia project featuring the book but also using audio and video tapes. As she reviewed the material with Ginger, the older girl was impressed with two things: First, the incredible changes that Kelly had made in herself in only six weeks. Second, the very professional way in which she had assembled, prepared and packaged the materials. The book opened with a series of photos of Kelly — Ginger wondered who had taken them — taken at the time she came to live with Andy. It showed the fat on her hips, thighs and buttocks; breasts that were flabby verging on pendulous and a very-visible belly. Her posture was poor, her hair looked like a haystack, while her complexion was pasty white. The next series of pictures had been taken very recently. Kelly had replicated the poses from the first series, but now it showed the girl's incredible beauty. When she asked Kelly why she bothered with the "after" series she saw a quick flash of pain in the girl's eyes. Then she replied, "You know I'm going to become Mrs. Taylor's slave, don't you? That happens regardless of how well I do in the cotillion. I could end up with ... permanent marks ... so I wanted Mom to see me at my best." Hearing the girl and seeing the pain that flashed in her eyes, Ginger cringed. There was much more to the scrapbook, though. There were a series of audio cuts on tape of Kelly speaking at the time she began working and now. The changes in the girl's voice, speech pattern, vocabulary and even her spoken sentence structure were unbelievable. Following were video tapes of Kelly beginning to swim and beginning to work out on the exercise machines, also followed by identical shots taken recently. Again, the changes were unbelievable. Finally, Kelly went back to the scrapbook and showed Ginger handwriting samples, then and now. At the start her writing was like so many people her age: scarcely legible. Then Kelly showed her the note she had just written to Anita Lucas at Bergdorf's. When Ginger looked at the beautiful penmanship, her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Kelly, this is beautiful!" Taking the girl in her arms she hugged her tight and said, "And I mean it in two senses of the term. First, your penmanship is the most beautiful I have ever seen. But second, the note itself and your words are so kind and thoughtful. I'm certain Ms. Lucas will be very pleased. It's simply lovely!" "You really think so!?" Kelly exclaimed. "I'm so glad." Looking into Ginger's eyes she added, "She was so nice and worked so hard to find nice things for me to wear." "And you are such a beautiful, sweet girl I'm sure she was very happy to do it, too, Kelly," Ginger replied. Then she continued, "Honey, this scrapbook is utterly incredible! I don't think there's a person alive who could do what you did in six years let alone six weeks. Thank you for showing it to me. I'm sure Andy will be utterly delighted." "Thank you so much!" Kelly exclaimed. Then she said, "You helped me so much today, Ginger, and all the thanks you got was to have your ass frozen in that pool! Let me try to fix you up." Kelly led the way back to the room where the massage tables were set up and asked Ginger to lie on her back with her legs hanging over the end of the table. She was surprised at the request but did as Kelly asked. Kelly moved between Ginger's legs and put them over her shoulders. Then she proceeded to work on her cunt with her lips and tongue. At first Ginger was shocked. No woman had ever gone down on her before. Then she realized what wonderful sensations Kelly was creating and just sighed and enjoyed them. After Ginger reached her first orgasm Kelly licked it all up carefully, lifted her head and said, "Ginger, your love juices are as sweet as sugar. You taste as delicious as I was sure you would." Then she added, "You're almost as sweet as my mom!" Ginger realized how she had become so practiced. Dropping her head Kelly went back to work. Before long she had Ginger in continuous orgasm with her pelvis shaking and her juices flowing in a steady stream. After she had maintained her that way for almost fifteen minutes, she bit the girl's swollen clit. Coming after such a sustained orgasm it was too much for Ginger to take. She fainted as her nervous system shorted out. Kelly just smiled warmly and carefully licked up the last of Ginger's fluids, then pushed the girl's body up on the massage table and eased her over onto her stomach. Taking the musk oil, she proceeded to give Ginger a very gentle and loving massage. After she turned her over on her back, she saw that Ginger had regained consciousness but her eyes were still closed. Earlier, Kelly had dimmed the lights in the room, retaining only the minimal illumination necessary for her to see what she was doing. Very gently, she worked the rare oil into Ginger's breasts then moved down her belly. She jumped down to the girl's thighs, then worked her way back up to her groin. When she finished, she used her new strength to get Ginger off the table and on her feet with her arm over Kelly's shoulder. Moving slowly and carefully to try to avoid fully awakening her, Kelly walked her back to her room and eased her back into bed. She waited for a few moments until she saw that Ginger's breathing was slow and regular; she was sound asleep. Kelly returned to the library and put away her scrapbook. Curling up in an easy chair, Kelly began to reread The Federalist. She was absorbed in the writings when she saw motion in the darkness beyond the light. Looking up she saw the lightness of Sandy's body. She, too, had been unable to sleep, but had been lying still in the bed to keep from disturbing Ginger. She had still been awake when Kelly put Ginger back in bed. While she had no idea of what Kelly might have done, it was clear that, whatever it was, it worked. Ginger was not only sound asleep but there was the ghost of a very happy smile on her lips. Realizing it was Sandy, Kelly said, "Good evening, Miss Harris. Can't you sleep either?" Sandy came into the light and sat down across from Kelly. "I sure can't! God, I miss Jack so." Then she grinned at Kelly and added, "At home when Jack's out of town — he has to travel a good deal — I sit up and watch television and tapes until all hours. Sometimes I fall asleep and sometimes I don't, but it beats tossing and turning in bed and feeling my cunt in its agony of wanting." She grinned and added, "Sometimes there's even something decent to watch, too." Seeing the book in Kelly's hand she asked, "But what are you doing up so late, young lady? You need your beauty sleep." Kelly just shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, there aren't enough hours in the day, Miss Harris. I'm rereading The Federalist." "Oh," said Sandy in a flat tone of voice. "That's almost the same as one of Barbara Cartland's Gothic novels, isn't it?" Then she frowned and growled, "By the way, that's twice you called me Miss Harris! The name is Sandy, damn it!" "I'm sorry, Sandy-Damn-It," Kelly said with her eyes large and her voice seemingly very sincere. "I promise I won't call you 'Miss Harris' again." Sandy cracked up with laughter. She had earlier decided that Kelly was a wonderful girl and her judgment had been confirmed. Then she said, "Sandy, you're a lawyer and I understand you're one of the very best in the country. I want to adopt Mistress Andy as my mother. Can I do that? And if so, how?" Sandy was stunned by the girl's remark and temporized. Kelly explained what Andy had done for her and quickly showed her some of the highlights of her scrapbook. Then she said, "Sandy, Mom is a slave. Do you think Mrs. Taylor will sell me her freedom for $250,000? That's what I get if I'm selected as Debutante of the Year." Although Sandy did not know the full story of Andy's relationship with Kathy, she did know most of it. Her heart turned over listening to the girl's obviously sincere wish to set Andy free. When she temporized, Kelly's face dropped but then brightened again. She said, "Well, that's okay, I guess. After all, I'll be earning $25,000 a day, so sooner or later I'll have enough to buy Mom's freedom." Then they talked about the book Kelly was reading. Sandy had studied it in college and then later in law school. She quickly realized how incredibly smart the girl was as they debated several fine points of the Constitution. Kelly then took Sandy back to the massage tables and did for her what she had done for Ginger. After putting her back in bed, she returned to her book. At five in the morning the book fell to her lap as exhaustion overtook her and she fell asleep huddled in the chair for warmth. By then the room had cooled substantially because the heat in the penthouse had been cut back for the night. ------- "That is one incredible girl you have living with you, Andy," Ginger said. It was eight in the morning and she and Sandy, still bleary-eyed — it was only five, California time — were having breakfast with Andy. While Ginger respected Kelly's confidence with respect to the scrapbook, she told Andy how Kelly had brought her to orgasm, then gave her a sensuous massage and finally put her back to bed. Before coming into the kitchen, Sandy had checked the library and found Kelly huddled in the same chair shivering. She found a blanket, covered her and carefully put the book on the lamp table after marking Kelly's place. She said, "Andy, that girl is something else!" Looking at Andy closely she added, "She loves you like the mother she never knew. Honest!" Then she told how Kelly wanted to use the money she won to buy her freedom. Finally, with her face impassive, Sandy asked, "What's going to happen, Andy, when Kelly learns the truth? Have you given it any thought?" Andy's face fell and she began to cry like her heart was broken. Sandy took her into her arms and held her tightly. As she did, since they were both nude, she felt Andy's very firm breasts mashing against her own. Sandy just held her tightly and heard the anguish in her tears. Finally Andy eased away and said softly, "She'll hate me. And it's all my fault!" Again she began to cry. "She cannot!" Sandy interjected with her face still impassive. Sandy's flat statement penetrated and registered in Andy's brain despite her misery. She jerked up and said, "What did you say?" "I said she cannot!" Sandy repeated while her face remained impassive. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean it's both physically and psychologically impossible for Kelly Carmichael to hate her mother! And you, Andrea Pierce Taylor, are her mother!" Sandy exclaimed. Andy opened her mouth to protest but before she could make a sound Ginger said, "She's absolutely right, you know." She looked at Andy and said, "Do you know what she said to me last night? She said that if you ever needed anything that was in her power to give you, she would. Jokingly, I asked if that included a heart transplant." With her eyes boring into Andy's she concluded, "She said, 'Of course!' When I pointed out that it would kill her, she only shrugged. Andy, that girl loves you more than life itself. And Sandy's absolutely right: Kelly Carmichael thinks of you as her mother. She utterly adores you!" Andy began to cry again but this time her weeping sounded hopeless. ------- Chapter 4 "'Drea Taylor, who is that exquisite thing you're sponsoring for the cotillion!?" Sarah Conklin gushed. "She is utterly fabulous! Do you know what she gave me last night as a hostess gift? My God," the woman interrupted herself, "I think it's the first hostess gift I've ever received! Where was she educated? If you know, please tell me! I'll ship that spoiled little bitch of a daughter of mine out to it in an instant." Then she related how Kelly had given her an exquisite cloisonné snuff box that was an utterly perfect addition to her collection. Andy smiled to herself listening to Sarah. It was largely due to Sandy Harris. In addition to buying finishing items for the decoration of the penthouse, Sandy had been an incredibly effective buyer of hostess gifts. They were for Kelly to present to the women giving the various debutante parties to which she had been invited. Under questioning from Sandy, Andy found that she knew far more about the hostesses than she realized. For example, when she remembered that Sarah had a collection of snuff boxes, Sandy had made a couple of phone calls, located the establishment that had the best reputation in that specialized field of collecting and called it. To Andy's surprise — but not to Sandy's — they knew Sarah well, knew her collection, but most important, knew what item she would most like to have. After several hours of questioning, Andy breathed a sigh of relief, rose from her chair and stretched. "Is that the end of the third degree?" she asked with a grin. Then she shook her head slowly and added, "Sandy, now I can see why you're so effective as a trial lawyer. You don't miss much, do you? You got a ton of information out of me that I didn't even realize I knew!" Sandy had just grinned. Andy's attention had drifted while Sarah continued to talk. Then Andy realized she had just made a remark that alerted her. "I'm sorry, Sarah," she said. "Would you please repeat that?" When the woman did, Andy's heart sank. She learned that in the intervening ten years since her own deb days, social consciousness had come to society. It was no longer enough to have a party. Now there had to be some social significance to it. The result was that every party was run as a fund-raiser of some sort. Sarah's, it turned out, raised money for the homeless. With her heart in her mouth Andy asked, "How did my niece do?" "You mean you don't know?" the woman said. "Oh, maybe you were asleep when she got home." Andy had been up waiting for Kelly but the girl had said nothing to her. Sarah continued, "We had a Bridge tournament. Each couple put $500 into the pot. Kelly and Kevin were the big winners — they won the first prize of $2,500." While Sarah continued talking, Andy wondered where the initial money had come from. Not only did Kelly not have $500, she didn't think she even had five! Sarah talked for another five minutes and then they hung up after promising to get together for lunch soon. Andy was sitting in the library with her bare feet on the desk. As she hung up the phone the door opened and Kelly came in. She stretched sinuously, yawned and then came around the desk to give Andy a kiss. When she did, Andy was reminded again how much she had come to love this beautiful girl. When they eased apart, Andy pinched one of Kelly's asscheeks hard. Yelping in pain, Kelly gently rubbed the injured spot and looked at Andy with a pout. "What did you do that for, Mom?" she asked plaintively. "That was for holding out on me last night, young lady," Andy replied. "I just learned about the Bridge tournament and I want to know where you got the entry fee?" "This is yours, Mom," Kelly said giving a stack of currency to Andy. It was $1,000. She then said, "Mom, we owe our salvation to Sarge! I knew he was an Army Ranger but I never knew that, among other things, he was an intelligence specialist. Anyway, we had gone up to the Conklin's apartment, got acquainted, and had dinner. As we were finishing, I as told that there was someone at the door to see me. It was Sarge. While we were eating he had been talking to some of the other chauffeurs and learned about the Bridge game." She grinned and said, "He knew what we were going to do before we did. Anyway, there were people standing around so you know what he did?" Andy just shook her head. "He said, 'Miss Kelly, you left your money in the car. I thought you might need it.' Mom, it was $500 — and it was his own money. He knows I never even have five cents, and he didn't want Kevin and me to be embarrassed." "What did you do then?" Andy asked. "I told Kevin that we were going to play Bridge to win! We had to, in order to have the money to give back to Sarge. Anyway, we did," she said simply. "Kelly Carmichael, exactly what did you do?" Andy asked suspiciously. "Mom, playing against you and Dad all the time — you two are real sharks — we've gotten pretty good. When we learned what the arrangement was — there were three prizes: $2,500, $1,000 and $500 — we knew we had to finish no worse than second. Anyway, we let it all hang out." When Andy asked for an explanation of her last comment, Kelly explained, "The format was Rubber Bridge where you play four hands at each table. Anyway, I guess we got lucky at our first table. The other couple wasn't very good and Kev and I got good cards. We destroyed them: We took two 700 rubbers with four hands that included two bid slams. The second slam was on the fourth hand. It was a grand slam, vulnerable, doubled and redoubled. I think we got enough points in the first four hands to win for the night, but we just kept rolling. We were pretty sure we were miles ahead, but since no scores are posted, we couldn't be certain." "Then what?" Andy asked. "We gave Sarge $1,000, I gave you $1,000 and we're keeping the last $500 as our bank. I gather that these fund-raisers have become a way of life on the debutante circuit." Andy accepted the money and put it in a small box with other money that Kelly had given her from time to time. To Kelly's embarrassment, every night there was a deb party, she went through the same routine with Andy. First, she insisted on taking a shower with her, then giving her a bath, followed by a sensuous massage. Often, Andy would take the opportunity to eat Kelly's delicious cunt while she lay on the massage table. Although Kelly didn't know it, Andy was doing most of the same things she had done on Maui for Judy Jeffries. After covering the girl with a light blanket and letting her take a short nap, Andy carefully fixed her hair — although her gamine hairstyle required very little fixing — and then went with her to her room to dress her. Andy insisted on doing that herself, too. She delighted in smoothing the lovely fabrics over Kelly's perfect young body. After applying the tiniest amount of lipstick, Kelly was ready. Every one of the outfits Ginger had picked out for her was unique and exquisite. Andy smiled to herself realizing that Ginger had done something else, too: Almost all of the outfits she had selected were styled in a way that anyone with a less-than-perfect body could not possibly wear them. Although they were conservatively styled, they were also so simple in their cut that they would reveal any bodily imperfection. Normally, just before putting on Kelly's bikini, Andy would pinch her, spank her lightly, or just caress one of her buns. After the third episode Kelly asked, "Mom, why do you do this all the time? I can get washed and dressed by myself." "Of course you can, my darling," Andy replied softly. "I do it because I love it! I can't tell you how happy and proud you make me feel." Her voice dropped to just above a whisper and she concluded, "And it's because I love you so damned much." Remembering her conversation with Ginger and Sandy she said, "Kelly, please try not to hate me when you learn the truth. I know it's only a matter of time because many of the people in the social circle in which you're now moving know all about me. They know what a terrible person I really am." Kelly was startled and looked at Andy in alarm. When she did, she saw tears in the corners of Andy's eyes. "Mom, that's impossible," she said softly. Then, echoing Sandy's words, she added, "I have to love you, Mistress Andy, in the same way I have to breathe. I will do anything for you, Mother. Anything!" Remembering Sandy's words about a heart transplant, Andy shuddered. Looking into Kelly's eyes she could believe it. Then she took the girl into her arms and kissed her with all the love she could convey. One night, a week before the cotillion, Kelly was giggling when she came home from a party. Andy had heard the sound of her passionate goodnight kiss. When she came into the library where Andy was reading, she was holding up the front of her dress. Andy raised an eyebrow and asked what she was doing. "Kev wanted to caress my tits, Mom, and I didn't want him to stretch the dress." With that she carefully took it off and laid it on the sofa. "Why the giggling, Hon?" Andy asked. "Was Kev tickling you when you were bare?" "No, Mom," Kelly replied. "I was thinking about tonight's party at the Knights. It got pretty funny." When Andy asked what was funny, Kelly replied, "I guess I don't like them very much." She went on to say that the evening's entertainment was a cross between a carnival and a Las Vegas night. There were both gambling and skill games. "The biggest prize was at a dart game. In the corner of the board there was a $10,000 prize. To win it you had to stick the dart in the envelope. Mr. Knight kept saying that the prize was his personal donation, in contrast to most of the rest of the games where a portion of the entry fees was used for the prize structure. Anyway, although people were winning other prizes on the board, no one was making any progress with the big one." Kelly's eyes gleamed as she remembered. Darts were three for twenty dollars — if someone wanted to take a lot of turns it would get very expensive. She told how she had been watching the game when one of the guys hit the big-money envelope posted in the corner. He thought he had won, but then his dart fell off the board. At that point Kelly studied the prize target very carefully while shifting her vantage point. Then she noticed that the reflection of the light on the prize seemed to change as she changed her position. "Mom," she said, "I got the idea that he had done something to make it impossible for anyone to win. It almost looked like there was a dome or something over it." "What did you do?" Andy asked, fascinated by the story. Kelly just shrugged and said, "I paid my twenty dollars. Then I picked up the three heaviest darts I could find. Normally I throw a dart with a light touch ... throwing hard just spoils your aim. This time, though, I really ripped it." She grinned and said, "I was right. There was a plastic dome over the envelope. I hit it dead center and the thing smashed. You would have howled to see Mr. Knight! He was pissed! But with so many people around, all he could do was give me the ten grand as graciously as he could. That wasn't very graciously, by the way." "Congratulations, darling," Andy said. "It sounds like you had a good night." "I did, Mom. All up, I guess I made almost fifteen thousand. I gave Kev three, Sarge two, and I have the ten for you." Now the girl looked very serious and added, "Mom, I'm saving the money to use to buy your freedom. That's what I really want." Andy felt embarrassed by Kelly's words. ------- Finally it was the night of the cotillion. The dress Ginger had selected in consultation with Nita Lucas was one that had been a special order. It was white, simple in cut, and looked utterly gorgeous on Kelly, showing off her perfect body and golden tan. Henry Hall even flew out again from Los Angeles to do Kelly's hair. That evening, when Kevin arrived, Jack teased him quietly. His formal jacket had had to be re-tailored because the exercises he had been doing had caused his shoulders to grow even larger than they had been when his original measurements were taken. Jack quietly congratulated Kevin on his accomplishments. Before leaving, Andy served champagne and offered a toast. "To Kelly Carmichael: New York's Debutante of the Year!" Everyone except Kelly joined in the toast and then Andy added, "Darling Kelly, the reason I'm doing this now is not to hex you or bring you bad luck. It's just that I want you to know if you don't win — and judges can be fickle — it's not for the lack of anything you could possibly do. What you have done in the last three months has been truly unbelievable." Andy shook her head, smiled lovingly, and continued, "I remember asking you that first day if you were willing to work hard and you said you would. Darling, you worked thirty hours a day! Your achievements have been spectacular. Kelly, regardless of what happens tonight, you are certainly our Debutante of the Year!" Kelly thanked her and kissed her warmly. Then Kevin escorted her down to the lobby where Sarge was waiting with the limousine. As soon as the front door closed, Jack and Andy raced to their room. By the time Sam returned after a fast trip to the St. Regis, Andy was wearing the magnificent blue gown that Ginger had picked out for her. The blue exactly matched the blue of her eyes. Jack was also decked out in a brand-new formal outfit, too. Although she had never said a word to Kelly, Andrea Pierce Taylor was the president of the Cotillion Association. Her registration of Kelly as her niece and a debutante provided Andy with the opportunity of very low-key participation on the grounds that she didn't want any Association decisions regarding arrangements to be perceived as favoring her niece. Andy and Jack had talked about the evening for weeks before. They finally agreed that with the large number of people expected and with everyone in formal wear it should not be too hard to stay out of Kelly and Kevin's sight. Arriving at the dance, they were just in time to see them at the beginning of the receiving line. Andy whispered to Jack, "Darling, look! She looks like a princess! She's so wonderfully regal-looking." While they were much too far away to hear anything being said, it was apparent that Kelly was saying all the right things. She and Andy had spent hours going over the names of the women on the cotillion committee with Andy giving the girl background information on each woman. Obviously, she was using her knowledge very effectively. Time after time, as Kelly passed from one woman to the next, the first woman continued to watch her, while ignoring the girl now standing in front of her awaiting an introduction. As she passed down the line, Andy realized it was as if Kelly was receiving the committee members rather than the other way around. When the dancing began, Andy and Jack danced occasionally in the corner, but for the most part just watched Kelly and Kevin. When Kelly danced with other men seated at their table, Andy noticed how cordial she was to them while offering them no encouragement at all. It was exactly the same for Kevin with the other girls. Andy watched and giggled quietly. When Jack asked what was so funny, she replied, "Darling, I'm just watching Kelly and Kevin leave a trail of broken hearts behind them. Look at that girl with Kevin now!" she exclaimed. Kevin was dancing with a very buxom blonde. Andy shook her head and said, "Darling, if that girl thought it would do her the least bit of good, she would be naked in an instant. The poor thing is madly in love with Kevin but against Kelly, she is just totally out of her class." Finally the debutantes were presented to the guests. With their escorts beside them, they walked across the stage as their names were called. Because they were presented in order of height with the shortest girls first, Kelly was one of the last. Finally they heard, "The next debutante is Miss Kelly Pierce Carmichael, with her escort, Mr. Kevin Fitzpatrick." While the people had politely applauded each girl's introduction, even allowing for her own bias, Andy felt that the applause for Kelly was substantially louder and more enthusiastic. All of the girls were now lined up across the stage and Jane Winslow, the first vice-president of the association, conferred with her colleagues on the selection committee. Often, this was the very worst part of the evening because it was the time of the selection of Debutante of the Year. Sometimes there were as many opinions as there were selection-committee members so the process occasionally became embarrassingly time-consuming as the girls and their escorts just stood and waited. This time, though, in just moments, a broadly smiling Jane went to the microphone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to announce the unanimous selection of this year's New York Debutante of the Year. Before I do, however, there is a preliminary remark I must make. As you all know, the president of our Association is Mrs. J. Fletcher Taylor, III. Because her niece was presented tonight under her sponsorship, 'Drea insisted on removing herself from all decisions regarding arrangements and most certainly from any activity connected with the selection itself. Therefore, I can assure you that she had nothing to do with the selection. "However, 'Drea, would you please come up and present the roses, symbolic of her selection as Debutante of the Year, to your niece, Kelly Pierce Carmichael!" With the announcement there was a burst of heartfelt applause from the onlookers while Kevin gave Kelly a quick kiss. Moving gracefully, Kelly went over to where Jane Winslow was waiting with flowers in her arms. Meanwhile, Andy had slipped out of the hall and went around to enter again from behind the stage. Coming out on the stage, she came in from behind Kelly's back. Jane saw her approach, smiled warmly and whispered, "'Drea, your niece is simply marvelous! I have never met a more beautiful or charming girl in my life. Congratulations!" Taking the flowers from her, Andy turned and said very softly, "Darling, congratulations! I knew you could do it." Hearing Andy's voice Kelly's eyes widened but that was all. Very gracefully she accepted the flowers while Andy went to the microphone. "Ladies of the committee, ladies and gentlemen:" Andy began. "Thank you so much for the honor you have bestowed on my niece, Kelly Carmichael. All I can say to you is that I am enormously proud of her. When Kelly came to live with us after her parents died, Jack and I found that she is a lady in the best and truest sense of the word. Kelly is a tribute to herself and to her parents who brought her into the world and raised her. I'm sure they are very pleased and proud right now. I know I am," she finished quietly. Then she moved away from the microphone so Kelly could thank the committee. Coming to the microphone after giving Kevin her flowers to hold, Kelly stood up straight and proud as again the audience applauded. When it died out she said, "Ladies of the committee, ladies and gentlemen: Thank you so much for the honor you have bestowed on me this evening." She paused, looked around, stood up even straighter, and then continued, "I would like to correct the record, however. Mrs. Taylor says that I am a tribute to my parents. If that is true, I can only thank them for my genes. "The person to whom I owe everything in the world is also the person who is my true mother, Andrea Pierce Taylor. All I can say is that everything I am, she created. Without her example, her guidance and her training, I would know nothing and be nothing. I will admit it took a lot of work on my part. But it was work I undertook willingly. Why? Because I love Andy with all my heart. She is the mother I never knew. "You see, she fudged things a little. The fact is that my father died before I was born and my mother died when I was still very young. Since then, I bounced around from one relative to another until I came to live with her. From Andy Taylor I got all the love that I had never had before." With her head up high but with tears streaming down her cheeks she said, "You see, she has become my true mother. I adore her!" With that Kelly threw herself into Andy's arms and just sobbed. Much later they returned to the penthouse. Since Kelly had already told Kevin that she had to speak to her parents alone, he had not even come up. Rather, after dropping them off, Sam had driven Kevin straight home. The three went directly into the library where Andy sat down waiting for the ax to fall. Instead Kelly just looked at her and asked, "Mistress Andy, to whom do you really belong? It certainly isn't 'Drea Taylor, because she is you. On the other hand, you do belong to someone. Who is it? What is going on?" Although it was very late, Andy tried to tell her quickly about Kathy Carlson and her slavery. Kelly just listened but said nothing. Finally, she yawned and said she was exhausted. To Andy and Jack's relief, she stumbled off towards her own room and bed. The next morning at ten, Kelly had still not appeared. Going to her room to check on her, Andy screamed when she found that the bed had not been slept in and Kelly was gone! Quickly checking her closet the only thing she saw missing was a leather bomber jacket Ginger had bought for cold weather. All of her new outfits were still on their hangers. Her few pieces of luggage were also still in the closet. Andy ran to a phone to call Jack. Then she dropped on a sofa, huddled into a little ball and began to weep. ------- Chapter 5 Seven days later, shortly before ten, a Peterbilt tractor hauling a forty-foot trailer rolled to a stop at the front entrance to a major downtown-Los Angeles office building, causing consternation among the passers-by. The girl in the passenger seat leaned over and gave the driver a quick kiss, then opened the door and jumped down to the sidewalk. He waved, released a blast on his powerful air horn, and then eased out into traffic. Not surprisingly, none of the cars on the street contested his right-of-way. The girl waved gaily and then turned to face the entrance. As she did, her smile faded, but she squared her shoulders and then marched into the building. Even in a city of beautiful women, the girl stood out. At five feet eight inches, she was a very tall girl with short dark hair and vivid blue eyes. Because she was only wearing a pair of skin-tight Levi's and a work shirt, the perfection of her figure was apparent. A few minutes later the main door to the offices of Clifford & Jamison, Attorneys at Law, opened and Judy Jeffries looked up. Seeing the dark-haired girl she gasped, punched a button on her phone and said, "She's here!" The girl came to the reception desk and with her shoulders back and her head up straight said, "I am Kelly Carmichael. I would like to see Mrs. Carlson about a business matter. I do not have an appointment, so I will be happy to wait." Before Judy could reply, the door to the inner offices opened, and one of the most beautiful women Kelly had ever seen appeared. She had warm brown eyes and the most gorgeous hair the girl had ever seen. While it was basically brown, it had sun streaks which created a variety of colors in it ranging from medium brown to golden blonde to almost pure white. She approached with her hand extended and said, "Good morning, Kelly. I'm Kathy Carlson. Won't you please come with me?" Kelly took her hand and found she had a very strong grip. "Good morning, Mrs. Carlson. Thank you for seeing me..." Before she could even finish the sentence her knees gave out and she started to collapse in a dead faint. Kelly was a victim of exhaustion coupled with near-starvation. For the last two days she had been going on only nervous energy and sheer determination. Having achieved her goal of getting out to Los Angeles and meeting Mrs. Carlson, her very last energy reserves were exhausted and she dropped. Her appearance at their offices did not surprise Kathy. When a distraught Andy Taylor had called to report that Kelly was missing the morning after her brilliant success, Kathy had talked with Ginger and Sandy. It had been Sandy who correctly guessed that, when Kelly found out who Andy really was, she would also learn that Andy was enslaved to Kathy. Knowing Kelly, she was certain that the girl would get out to Los Angeles somehow and volunteer to be Kathy's slave in place of her mother. Also knowing that Kelly had no money at all, her weakened condition came as no surprise so Kathy caught her as she started to collapse. In an instant, Judy was out from behind her desk and the two women, supporting the girl between them, brought her back to Kathy's office and stretched her out on the sofa. Judy ducked out and returned moments later with a pillow and a warm blanket. After putting the pillow under the girl's head and covering her, they darkened the office and left. It was almost two in the afternoon when Kelly awakened. With her eyes still closed, she ran her fingers over the surface of the sofa and found it was leather. Then she realized her head was on a wonderful pillow and she was covered with a blanket that was so soft and warm she wondered what kind of material it was made of. Opening her eyes she found herself lying in a darkened office with the same beautiful woman sitting in a side chair next to the sofa just looking at her. "Hi, Kelly," the woman said softly. "Do you feel better now? Do you feel like having something to eat?" Kelly tried to get up but the woman just held her down. It was a commentary on Kelly's rundown condition that she didn't even have the strength to overcome the pressure of the woman's fingers. "Just lie there and don't move. I'll be right back." With that Kathy left the room and returned moments later with a tray which she put down on the coffee table. Going to her closet, she took down two more pillows which she positioned under Kelly's head raising her to a semi-reclining position. Kelly was puzzled as the woman proceeded to spoon a wonderfully nourishing chicken soup into her mouth. After eating three bowls of it Kelly started to feel human again. Seeing color come back to the girl's cheeks, Kathy grinned and said, "It's Jewish penicillin. See! It really works." Then she said, "This is a little tedious. Do you feel strong enough to sit up and eat now?" "But Mrs. Carlson," Kelly protested, "This is..." "Yes or no?" Kathy interrupted. "Well, yes, but..." "Just shut up!" Kathy ordered. She took Kelly by the hands, lifted her and turned her so she was now sitting on the sofa. Quickly, Kathy folded the blanket and threw it along with the three pillows up on the shelf in her closet. Motioning to Kelly to follow, she left the office and went over to the conference room. Emerging from the very dim office into the brightly-lighted office area, Kelly blinked owlishly but followed. In the conference room she was ordered to sit in one of the wonderfully comfortable leather arm chairs while Kathy opened up the room's cooking area. In no time there were wonderful food odors drifting by Kelly's nose in spite of the very powerful exhaust fan working over the cooking area. When Kelly made a move to help, she was told in no uncertain terms that she was a sick guest and was going to remain seated. When the food was almost ready, Kathy picked up a phone, punched a couple of buttons and spoke a few muted words. Turning to Kelly she smiled. It was the warmest, friendliest smile Kelly had ever seen. "Kelly, we waited for you to have lunch. Ginger and Sandy are going to be eating with us. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not, but..." "Good!" Kathy interrupted. "Here they are now." When Kelly started to rise to greet her two friends, Kathy held her down in her chair. The two partners kissed Kelly warmly while she was still seated and sat down at places set for them. Kathy served a marvelous salad followed by steak frites — a French-style pan-broiled steak served with crunchy french fries. Kelly found that the food just melted in her mouth. Looking up at Kathy, her eyes were wide as she said, "You taught Mistress Andy to cook, didn't you?" When Kathy shyly nodded, Kelly continued, "It had to be you! I thought she was the finest cook in the world ... until I tasted this. As marvelous as her food is, this is even better. Mrs. Carlson, you are fabulous!" By now Kelly was feeling uncomfortable. Ginger recognized the signs and escorted her to the ladies room. When she returned, Kathy served crème caramèl and then brought out a platter of fruit and cheese to nibble on while they drank their coffee. Looking at Kathy, Kelly smiled warmly and said, "Thank you so much! Now I feel human again." The glow in her eyes died as she added, "May we go back to your office now, Mrs. Carlson? I have an offer I want to make to you." Kathy just shook her head and replied, "We're fine right here. Ginger and Sandy are two of my partners and I want them to hear your offer, too." Kathy's face was impassive as she just looked at the younger girl and waited. Kelly was going to debase herself but wanted to do it in private. Clearly, though, it was not to be. Swallowing hard, she said, "Mrs. Carlson, my mother, Andrea Taylor is your slave. I want to buy her freedom from you." "With what?" Kathy asked. "I have just earned $250,000 as a result of being selected New York's debutante of the year." Looking sharply at Kathy she added, "That's your money, isn't it?" Kathy just nodded once and said, "It's a start, but it's not nearly enough. Do you have anything else to offer?" "Yes, ma'am," Kelly replied. "I will be making $25,000 per day for each day I am in slavery. I will be your slave for as long as it takes to buy my mother out of bondage." She held her head up straight and continued, "I can be your slave at home, if you wish, or I could prostitute myself and add those earnings to my pay. Of course, there are endless opportunities to combine both. For example, you could rent my services for whatever you could get." Now her eyes were bright as she said, "I am still a virgin. Because of what I achieved, I believe my virginity could be sold for a good deal of money. In fact, I thought of a party to which people would bid for invitations. The high bidder gets my virginity, someone else gets to take me in the ass for the first time, while afterward I would service the rest of the guests in any way they might choose. That should produce a lot of money in a single evening." Kathy could feel her stomach turn as she listened to this lovely girl volunteer to destroy herself. Looking at her partners she asked, "What do you two think?" Although her stomach was turning over, too, nothing Sandy Harris heard from Kelly came as a surprise. In their speculative conversations, in fact, this was the scenario they all agreed was the most likely. She replied, "I think it might work." Looking thoughtful — like all top trial lawyers, Sandy was an excellent actress — she said, "There's only one thing, Kath. I think you will get much more money for her body in New York than you will out here. Let's face it: Who in Los Angeles knows — or cares — anything about New York's Debutante of the Year. In fact, the whole deb scene is really an East Coast phenomenon. It doesn't cut much ice out here at all." "That's a great idea!" Kathy exclaimed. Then turning to Kelly she said, "You can buy Andy's freedom for $5 million. The $250,000 will be the down-payment. You will do absolutely everything I tell you to do. There will be no ifs, ands or buts ... ever!" Looking at the girl with her eyes cold she asked, "Clear?" "Yes, ma'am," Kelly replied softly after swallowing hard. "Do you agree?" "Yes, ma'am. I will be your slave. I will do anything and everything you tell me to do. There will be no ifs, ands or buts or questions, ever. I will continue as your slave until you receive $5 million from my earnings and daily fees. Of course, the unpaid balance will draw interest. Do you think the rate of 10 percent would be fair?" Hearing the last the three partners almost became ill. Ginger was truly suffering. She so wanted to take this beautiful girl in her arms and comfort her, but she had been convinced that the way they were playing it was the only way it could work. It was very important that she obtain Andy's freedom — that it not merely be given to her. Kathy had tried that on Maui and it had not worked. She nodded and said 10 percent would be satisfactory, then asked, "When do you start?" "Immediately, Mrs. Carlson," the girl replied. Then she remembered something and said, "I would like to add some money to my debt, if I may." Reaching into her back pocket she took out a small sheaf of paper. It contained the names, addresses and comments about the truck drivers who had transported her cross country. Remembering Sandy's skill at locating odd knickknacks, she reviewed the list with her. The items on her list ranged from a wide cowboy belt with a large brass buckle to a leather bomber jacket. When Sandy raised an eyebrow at that, Kelly said that she had one when she left New York. One of the drivers liked it a lot, but hers was much too small for him. When they got down to Carolina, she had sold it to get some money for food. Sandy agreed to locate the items on Kelly's list for her. After receiving permission from Kathy, she was shown to an empty desk and given some paper that she used to write notes to each of the men for whom she had gifts. While she was doing that the three partners went into Kathy's office and closed the door. "Now do you see what I mean, Kath?" Ginger said. "She is the purest, cleanest, nicest, most beautiful young woman in the country. And she is willing — no! anxious! — to sell herself into slavery to free Andy. It seems to me that it says a great deal about Kelly ... and about Andy!" "You're right, of course, Ging," Kathy replied. "I'm hoping that it will get me out from under Andy. It seems to me that we can use Kelly's love for her as a demonstration of what a truly wonderful person she has become." Then she swallowed hard and said, "Let's keep our fingers crossed. I really don't like what we're doing to that girl and to her feelings. She is really so nice! I don't want her to be hurt." There was a quiet knock on the door and Kelly came in. In her hand was a small stack of notes she had just written. Looking at Kathy she said, "Mistress, a slave cannot communicate with anyone outside her household without permission. I would like your leave to mail these letters." The girl pulled herself up straight and added, "I believe it's clear from the letters who is to receive which gift." Turning to Sandy she said, "Thank you so very much, Miss Harris, for helping me with my purchasing. I consider myself to be deeply in your debt, now, too." Kathy told her to wait in the reception area; she would be along in just a few minutes. "Just look at what's in your hand, Kath," Ginger said. "I haven't even looked, but I will bet that you have never seen anything like it in your life!" Kathy took a look at the top letter on the stack and whistled softly. "My God! I have never seen such beautiful handwriting!" Then she quickly read the letter — Kelly's writing was so beautifully clear and legible it was a pleasure to read — and then read the ones following. As she did she began to cry. By the time she had gone through the whole stack she had to hold the letters well away from her body to keep from ruining them with her tears. "Can you believe this?" she asked her friends rhetorically. "She is individually thanking everyone who gave her a lift within the last week. In most cases she is including the most incredibly thoughtful gift besides." Looking at Sandy and Ginger she said, "Is this girl real?" "Kath," Ginger replied, "she is very real! And remember, she is also Andy's creation. She really, truly is." Kathy just shook her head, wiped her eyes and left the office. On the way down in the elevator she complimented Kelly on her letters. "Thank you, Mistress," Kelly acknowledged. Then with a lovely little grin she asked shyly, "Mistress, do you know why a debutante never participates in a sex orgy?" "No, why?" Kathy asked, waiting for the punch line. "There are too many thank-you notes to write," Kelly finished with a lovely little giggle. Kathy just grinned fondly at the girl. When they reached the lobby, they took another elevator down to the basement garage. Walking towards her BMW that was parked very close to the garage entrance she asked, "You drive, don't you, Slave?" "Yes, Mistress, I do," the girl replied quietly. "Then you drive while I rest," Kathy declared giving the girl her keys. Actually, although Kelly did have a license, like so many other young people growing up in New York City there were few opportunities for her to drive. She had never owned a car. When she saw the magnificent gray BMW, she let out a low whistle and said, "Mistress, I really shouldn't be driving this car. It's such a beautiful automobile! What if something should happen to it?" "Then we'll just add the cost of repairs to what you already owe me," Kathy said casually. Then she said emphatically, "Drive!" Regardless of her lack of practice, as Kathy expected, Kelly was an expert driver. Carefully following directions she soon pulled the car into the garage under Kathy's townhouse. Glancing at her watch Kathy found it was only four-thirty. Kelly followed Kathy into the house and then up to the master bedroom where she was ordered to strip. Kathy was watching as she took off her shirt and slipped off her jeans after stepping out of her moccasins. Kathy's eyes widened as she realized it was all the girl was wearing! She didn't even have a bikini and Kathy asked about it. "I traded my bikini and a blow job for about 500 miles," the girl replied quietly. Then she added, "That was close to the end, Mistress. I might not have made it except for the protein in the guy's warm cum." Meanwhile, Kathy stripped off her own clothes. When her golden body was bare, Kelly looked at her, softly whistled and exclaimed, "Mistress, you are simply magnificent. I will enjoy servicing you very much." Then she asked, "How may I serve you, Mistress?" "You will get into the shower with me," Kathy replied. Going into the bathroom she ran the water in the stall shower and then motioned for Kelly to get in. Kelly picked up a wash cloth preparatory to scrubbing Kathy's body. Instead, Kathy took it from her and began to work on her. When she protested, Kathy reminded her that she had agreed to do anything Kathy asked of her. Right now, she was being asked to stand still and be washed. Then Kathy shampooed the girl's hair and conditioned it, and then, with the girl standing on the bath mat shivering, ran a hot bath into which she poured a quantity of musk oil. After steaming luxuriously in the tub, she was ordered out. Then Kathy wrapped her in a large bath towel and did what Andy had done to Kelly so often and told her about: She looked at the girl with only her head and her legs showing, took Kelly in her arms and held her tightly. Then she kissed her full on the lips. By this time Kelly was thoroughly bewildered. Although she was the slave, it was her mistress who was doing all the work. Moreover, she insisted on it. When Kathy's lips met hers, she was genuinely shocked. Then she felt the most incredibly pure love flowing into her body. It felt marvelous as Kathy held her even tighter and began gently but expertly to move her lips on hers. Although she had no idea what was expected of her, Kelly began to move her lips as well. Reacting to an idea she had, Kelly darted the tip of her tongue into Kathy's mouth. When she did and contacted Kathy's tongue with her own, she got an incredible jolt of electricity. It was totally different from her experience with Kevin, though. Unlike their kisses, this one was the purest love without even a hint of sex. It was an unbelievable experience. Gently, Kathy eased her hold on the girl. She wanted to shake her head to clear it — the girl's kiss and her tongue entering her mouth created an utterly incredible experience. Kathy quickly thought of all the females she had kissed including Hank, Sam, baby Kathy, Kim, Kris and Andy. None were like this. Kelly's kisses were in a class by themselves. Now that she was far enough away from Kelly's face to focus her eyes, she looked into the girl's. What she saw was the most incredible goodness, purity and love, along with complete guilelessness. Slowly Kathy shook her head and whispered, "Thank you, darling Kelly. That was the most magnificent kiss I have ever had." Not knowing what to say, Kelly said nothing. Still wrapped in the towel, she was led into an exercise room. She looked longingly at the exercise machines which were identical to the ones she used in New York. Only now, seeing them again, did she realize how much she missed her daily workout. If Kathy saw her look of longing, she gave no sign. Instead, she rolled out a massage table and told Kelly to climb up and lie on her stomach. Kathy had seen and understood the girl's wistful look. Nevertheless, she felt that a massage would do the girl more good than a workout. When she started to work on Kelly's back and shoulders, it was no surprise to feel knots in the girl's shoulder and neck muscles. Clearly, the girl had been under tremendous emotional strain that had been sustained for over a week. Working expertly, she could feel the knots in her muscles loosen and finally disappear. While she worked on her shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs, and finally her calf muscles, she loved listening to the warm happy noises coming from deep in Kelly's body. It was clear to Kathy that the poor girl was already more than half asleep. Having finished working on her back, Kathy expertly rolled the girl over and then stepped back to admire her body. Remembering how she had trained Andy, Kathy smiled as she realized that Kelly's nipples were engorged in spite of her almost being asleep. Gently she ran the tips of her fingers over Kelly's lovely tits. Then she found she could not resist. Instead of massaging the girl, Kathy dropped her head and began to kiss and tongue the girl's breasts. Kelly's eyes opened with a start. She tried to rise but Kathy held her down. While lying flat on her back she asked, "Mistress, what are you doing with your filthy slave? Didn't you believe me when I told you I gave a truck driver a blow job? Mistress, I'm a prostitute! Please don't do that!" Raising her head Kathy glared at Kelly and said, "Slave, you are mine to do with as I will. Remember? Right now my will is to kiss your tits. Just remain still." Kelly dropped her arms back to her sides and then just enjoyed the wonderful sensations Kathy was creating in her body. For her part, Kathy was having a wonderful time. Following her inclination she kissed and caressed her way down Kelly's beautiful body until she finally reached her hairless mound. Then she had an idea and said, "Slave, make your clit erect for me." Kelly's eyes widened suddenly in fear. She stammered, "But ... but ... but Mistress, I don't know how..." "Use your fingers, silly!" Kathy exclaimed. "Use one hand to spread your labia apart and the other to stimulate your clitoris. I wish to watch it come to life." Kelly blushed bright red with shame, but did as she was told. She used two of her long slim fingers to spread her lips apart while with the middle finger of her other hand she began to tweak her love bud. Almost instantly it engorged. Kelly, still terribly embarrassed, looked at Kathy with a question in her eyes. "Now, Slave, you offer it to me. You ask your mistress if she would like to make use of your cunt in any way," Kathy said in answer to the unspoken question. "Mistress," Kelly said softly, "do you wish to make use of my dirty slave's cunt?" "As a matter of fact, I do!" Kathy declared. "You may return your arms to your sides, Slave," she said. "I require no further assistance at this time ... Wait! I do, at that. Slave, slide down on the table, then raise your legs and put them over my shoulders. I wish your cunt to be presented to my lips." Again Kelly reddened but did as she was told. Kathy began to lick the girl's cunt. As she expected, it was lovely, clean and sweet-smelling. She found that she really enjoyed it as she ran her tongue alternately over Kelly's still-erect clit and then up her vaginal passage. When Kelly's arms started flailing, Kathy reminded her that they were to be kept at her sides. It turned out to take all of Kelly's considerable willpower to comply with that instruction as all of her sensations concentrated in the wonderful things Kathy was doing to her love box. In what seemed like only an instant Kathy had brought her to an orgasm, and then another, and a third. Soon, it became continuous, but still Kathy continued to work drinking up the succulent virginal fluids that were now coming in a flood. Still she kept it up. Finally, she bit down hard on the girl's clit. Kelly screamed and fainted. Kathy smiled warmly at the unconscious girl, then licked out the rest of her fluids. While she still lay on the table unconscious, Kathy went back to massaging her body with the musk oil. She had almost finished when Kelly regained consciousness. When she did, Kathy was working on the muscles in her thighs. Looking down she asked softly, "Mistress, why are you doing this? It is a slave's job to massage her mistress's body, not the other way around." Raising an eyebrow Kathy said archly, "It is a slave's job to do the things her mistress wants done. Since your primary job is to warm my body with your own in bed tonight, do you really think I want a smelly bed companion?" As she said it she completed her work, moved up and kissed Kelly soundly on her lips. Again, Kelly felt a wonderful kiss of the purest love. "Why, Mistress?" Kelly plaintively asked again. "Because my husband, Ken, is off playing soldier," Kathy replied with a grimace. "The result is that I have scarcely slept a wink in days. All I do is toss and turn ... God, I miss him so!" Recognizing the pain the beautiful woman was suffering, Kelly pulled Kathy's head down and kissed her again. This time she darted her tongue into Kathy's mouth. Again both girls felt the most exquisite sensation as their new-found love for each other just flowed back and forth. Feeling her knees weaken — it was a first for Kathy with a woman — she threw herself on top of Kelly's body and just continued the kiss. While she did, Kelly gently ran her fingertips over Kathy's perfect body. Feeling the firmness in her buttocks, Kelly squeezed hard with both hands. The only thing that happened was Kathy ground her cunt on Kelly's bare mound and made happy noises deep in her body. Lifting her body up from Kelly's, Kathy implemented an idea that suddenly came to her. She loved to excite her nipples against Ken's chest hair. This time she moved her nipples lightly over Kelly's. The mutual friction causes both pairs of nipples to engorge; Kelly's, although already stiff, got even larger. But the sensation was driving her crazy. "Please stop!" she cried. "I can't take it anymore." Instead of stopping Kathy lowered her head and kissed the girl on the lips while still maintaining her nipples in slow-motion contact with Kelly's. In fact the sensation was driving Kathy crazy, too, but she found she loved the feeling in spite of that. Suddenly Kelly's hips started to buck beneath Kathy with such force she was almost dumped on the floor. Just the contact of their nipples had brought the girl to a violent orgasm — so violent, in fact that she fainted. Kathy stopped and got off the girl. Taking a warm woolen blanket, she wrapped Kelly in it, then, after grabbing a couple of pillows, seemingly without effort, she carried the unconscious girl downstairs. Grinning to herself, Kathy put the pillows against the wall, rested the girl in the corner, and then began preparations for dinner. When she laid her down, Kathy was careful to have the end of the blanket beneath the girl so she was wrapped like a mummy. With her arms pinned to her sides by the tightly-wrapped blanket, Kelly was effectively immobilized. As she worked, Kathy kept glancing at the girl. When she saw the girl's eyes blink a couple of times, she said softly, "Did you have a good nap?" Kelly's eyes opened and quickly focused on Kathy. It was only then that Kelly realized where she was. When she tried to get up, she found that she couldn't. Her own weight holding down the blanket was working against her. With a small smile she said, "Mistress, I'm afraid I'm stuck. You'll have to release me so I can prepare dinner for you." "That's why I did it," Kathy replied. "I'm cooking, not you. This way you can't get into any trouble. Your job is just to watch." Then she smiled warmly and asked, "Are you comfortable and warm? That blanket is really nice and snugly isn't it?" Kelly just wriggled her body sensuously in the soft blanket and nodded vigorously with a big grin. Although now an expert cook herself, even from her limited vantage point from near the floor she could see how quick and capable Kathy was. When the dinner was ready, Kathy knelt beside her to release her. Seeing the girl's lovely soft lips, though, she couldn't resist. As delicately as possible she just touched Kelly's lips with her own. Again she felt the wonderful flow of love between them. When she eased away, Kathy said, "Darling Kelly, your lips are simply scrumptious! I just love kissing you, and God knows I'm the farthest thing from a lesbian it's possible to be." After unwrapping the girl, she gave her a light pinch on her ass. Kelly turned and said, "I'm sorry, Mistress, that my ass was so tight. If you had told me you wanted to pinch it, I would have softened it for you." Kathy cocked her head and pretended to be thinking. Then with a quick nod of her head she said, "Great idea! Do it, Slave." Kelly softened her ass as much as she could — given her condition, it wasn't very much — and Kathy pinched her again. "Thank you, Mistress," Kelly said softly, but with her eyes gleaming. "I'm pleased that you find my ass worthy of a pinch." Since there were only the two of them, Kathy had set the kitchen table. After a marvelous meal that almost melted in Kelly's mouth, the two girls went upstairs. Although it was only nine-thirty, Kathy had said that they had to get up very early the next morning to catch their flight to New York. As Kelly went into the bathroom, Kathy followed her. The girl turned and looked at her in surprise. "Slave Kelly, I have heard that your urine is like a fine wine. I would like to drink some, please," Kathy said, amazing herself as she said it. Kelly tried to protest but was reminded of her vow. Squatting over Kathy's face she tried to release only a few drops but was told to release her bladder fully. Again she watched as her golden stream ran into her mistress's mouth. When she finished, Kathy licked her slit and then her entire pelvic area. Looking up she said, "The rumor is true. Slave Kelly, you are remarkable. Thank you for the drink." Kathy was in bed waiting for Kelly to finish brushing her teeth. Before leaving the bathroom, though, the girl carefully applied more musk oil to her breasts, loins and the crack between her asscheeks. Returning to the bedroom she saw Kathy waiting for her. She stood up straight and let the woman inspect her body. Kathy just shook her head in amazement at the girl's natural beauty. Then she threw back the covers and indicated she wanted Kelly in the bed beside her. After getting in, Kelly wasn't sure exactly what she should do. "Your job tonight, Slave, is to keep me warm with your body. I want to feel your bare mound against mine and I want to feel your tits mashed against mine. Beyond that, we'll see," Kathy directed. Kelly moved close to the woman and took her into her arms. Then she molded her body to Kathy's while Kathy hugged her tightly. Although she didn't think she was tired, in no time Kelly was asleep. As she was dropping off she could feel the wonderful sensation of Kathy's fingers lightly caressing the nape of her neck. It was in the middle of the night when Kathy was awakened by Kelly's body shaking and by the sound of her sobbing. Tightening her hold on the girl, she just listened as Kelly relived some of the terrifying experiences she had had on her trip out to Los Angeles. Although she couldn't be sure, it sounded like Kelly had spent at least one night in a drain culvert that passed under the highway. As Kathy held her even tighter, their body contact and warmth seemed to quiet Kelly down. After wriggling her cunt against Kathy's pubic hair, she quieted and returned to a deep sleep. Both women were sleeping soundly when the clock radio went off. As soon as it did, Kathy tightened her hold on the younger girl and then gently kissed her lips. Almost immediately she could feel Kelly's lips moving under hers as she tried to convey her thanks for the wonderfully warm and snugly night she had just spent. When the kiss broke, Kelly's eyes were bright as she said, "Mistress, I cannot thank you enough! Last night was just so wonderful. The only other person whose body is as firm and warm and sweet-smelling as yours is my mom's. Mistress, you are a delight!" Kathy gently kissed Kelly's eyelids and said, "Darling Kelly, you are so sweet and fresh and wonderful!" Then with a gleam in her eye she added, "Now if only you had a huge, glorious cock like Ken's..." Kelly laughed and the two girls quickly showered and dressed. Kathy assured her that breakfast would be served on the plane. She provided new jeans and a shirt for Kelly along with a beautiful lace bikini. When Kelly saw it, she rapidly shook her head and said, "Mistress, I can't wear this! It's much too fine for a slave..." "You will wear it because I'm telling you to wear it," Kathy said firmly. All Kelly could do was shake her head. When they left the house, Fred Clark, Ali's chauffeur, was waiting to take them to the airport. Getting into the car they found two leather bomber jackets. Fred shyly pointed out that it was still cold in New York. Kathy was embarrassed at the reminder of her own carelessness. When Kelly asked about sizes, she just grinned and said, "At Clifford & Jamison, one size fits all. But instead of the usual arrangement, ours is to adjust the bodies to fit the clothes." Looking at Kelly she gave her a warm grin and said, "You're just sort of Clifford & Jamison standard." As they arrived at the United Airlines VIP drop-off, Kathy could tell that Kelly was becoming nervous. As she suspected, the girl had never been on an airplane in her life. Because it was close to flight time, instead of going to the lounge they were escorted directly to the gate. Walking through the concourses, Kathy took the girl's hand and squeezed it, saying softly, "I took my first flight only about six months ago. It's really a lot of fun." Kelly looked at Kathy and saw the sympathy in her eyes. She squeezed Kathy's hand but continued to hold it. On boarding the United 747, they were shown to seats forward in the first-class section. Then Kathy told the girl to take the window seat so she could see what was going on. The flight was uneventful but fascinating for Kelly. To her surprise, when they were in their seats, Kathy opened a bag and gave her a book: Shakespeare's Tragedies. With a grin she said, "I couldn't find People so I brought this along for you, instead." While the two girls were eating, they discussed Macbeth. As her friends had been, Kathy was impressed with Kelly's intelligence and knowledge. Although it was an early-morning flight out of LAX, with the three-hour time difference coupled with the five-plus hours flying time, it was five o'clock when the giant aircraft set down at Kennedy Airport in New York. The flight had been totally uneventful — they even missed the customary air-traffic delays coming into New York. Nevertheless, Kelly was beaming as she slipped into her jacket. "Thank you so much, Mistress," she said. Then she cocked her head and said, "But why did you let a slave ride in first class?" Raising an eyebrow Kathy replied, "Are you kidding? What do you think my chances would be of having a seat-mate with whom to discuss Macbeth if you weren't here? You were working." Kelly just grinned as they exited the plane. Since they had no luggage except for a small carry-on that Kathy brought, they went straight to the exit. The previous day when Kathy had made arrangements with Andy — the woman had cried with relief when she learned that Kelly had reappeared — she had been told that they would be met at the airport. Because of recent snows, the roadways were still sloppy with melting slush. Looking around, Kelly quickly spotted the green Rolls and saw Sam Duncan waving. The instant she saw him she dashed over and leaped into his arms. Sam picked her up off the ground as if she were a feather and held her close while she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a warm and loving kiss. The power and love in her kiss almost knocked the big man down. As he felt her arms tight around his neck, he also felt a wetness on his cheek. Gently putting her feet back on the ground he looked at her and saw tears streaming from her eyes. Although she tried to smile she wasn't successful. With a weak smile on her tear-streaked face she said, "I missed you so much, Sarge! Now, for the first time in over a week, I feel really safe. God! I could have used you on my trip. Most of the time I was just so scared!" By this time Kathy had joined them. She stood and watched the reunion, again receiving confirmation of her opinion of Kelly, this time from Sam Duncan. When Ken had arranged for Sam's job, he had told her a lot about him. As a senior master sergeant, more than anyone else, Sam had been responsible for getting Ken back to the Allied lines when he had been so seriously wounded. He had summarized it by saying, "Darling, if it weren't for him, I would be dead. Period!" After wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hand like a little girl — Sam thought she was the prettiest thing on two feet — Kelly said, "Sam, I would like you to meet my new mistress, Mrs. Carlson." To Kathy she said, "Mistress, this is Sam Duncan, my parents' chauffeur." The reaction of the two astonished the girl. Sam said, "Mrs. Carlson? Mrs. Kenneth Carlson?" Kathy just nodded. "Then you ... you're... Kathy?" Again Kathy nodded. Her hand was outstretched to shake his hand, but instead of shaking it he gently lifted it to his lips and softly kissed the back of her fingers. In the most reverent tone of voice Kelly had ever heard he said, "Ma'am, this is a rare privilege. You saved our lives more times than I could ever count." Then he looked at her carefully and nodded saying, "It's only right, too. Captain Carlson ... Well, there's nothing too good for me to say about him. It's only right that his wife should be an angel come down to earth." With a beaming smile he added, "He deserves a woman as perfect as you, ma'am." Kathy had been standing still while Sam had been at a position of attention. Then she did what Kelly had done: She jumped up in the air relying on his quick reflexes to catch her which he did. His jaw dropped in surprise as Kathy wrapped her arms around him and placed her lips over his open mouth. While he held her in his arms, she concentrated on giving him the most thorough kiss she had ever given anyone. While she worked her lips on his, her fingers were moving lightly against the back of his neck. When he recovered from the initial shock, Sam tried to return the kiss and finally did. Then she eased away, kissed him softly on the cheek and waited in his powerful arms for him to put her down. With a shake of his head to clear it he finally did, handling her as delicately as a piece of fine china. When she was back on her feet, she said softly, "Thank you, Senior Master Sergeant Samuel Duncan. Thank you for saving my husband's life and bringing him back to me." Sam just slowly shook his head and looked from one girl to the other. Then he said softly, "If I hadn't just experienced it, I would never have believed it." Then he beamed and said, "My God! There are two angels come down to earth." With a glance towards Kelly he asked Kathy, "Ma'am, what do you think of my little girl? Isn't she a wonder?" Kathy gave him a melting smile and said, "Sergeant, you don't know the half of it! She was in my arms all last night. It wasn't quite as good as having Ken, but almost." He just shook his head and opened the door for them. In moments they were rolling towards Manhattan. As they pulled up to the front door it was almost six-thirty. Kelly was apprehensive as they rode up in the private elevator and then rang the doorbell. When Andy opened the door, Kelly was in her arms an instant later. Suddenly, all her control let go and she started to weep uncontrollably. Kathy's eyes widened as Andy swept the girl off her feet and effortlessly carried her into the library. With Kelly still in her arms she sat down on the sofa and rested the girl's weight on her lap. With her arms now free she took off Kelly's bomber jacket and then her shirt. An instant later her own shirt was off and she hugged the girl's naked torso to her own as she felt her body heat warm the frightened girl. As she held her, Kelly's face was nuzzling her neck, while Andy let her fingertips roam over the girl's beautiful body. Finally Kelly regained control. Turning to Kathy she asked, "Mistress, may I please say goodbye to my mother? Please?" Kathy's heart turned over. She was having second thoughts about her plan because of the way it was torturing this beautiful girl who she had come to love in just the past thirty-six hours. Kathy just nodded her head. Kelly turned back to Andy and said, "Mommy, I have secured your freedom! You're not a slave anymore. You won't be separated from Dad, ever again." Tears started to flow as she continued, "I know how tortured you both were. You knew that by now you would be going back out to Los Angeles to continue as Mistress Kathy's slave while Dad stayed out here." Sitting up straight while still sitting on Andy's lap she said, "Well, it's not going to happen. Mommy, you're free!" Looking into Andy's eyes, all she saw was sadness. "What's wrong, Mom?" she asked. "Why aren't you happy?" "What did you do, my darling, to make this happen?" she asked softly. Without answering the question Kelly got off Andy's lap and went to where she had hidden her scrapbook. Bringing it and its related tapes back, she set up the tape recorder and the videotape deck. Then she said, "Mom, I made this for you. It's ... it's a record of what you did for me." Looking into Andy's eyes with great love shining in her own she said, "Will you look at this with me?" Andy was stunned. She had no idea what Kelly was talking about. However, she motioned Kathy to come and sit beside her on the sofa. Kelly sat on Andy's other side while they slowly went through the scrapbook. Kathy was utterly overwhelmed at the incredible changes this beautiful girl had made in every aspect of herself in only three months. The only thing she knew prior to seeing the book was how beautiful Kelly herself was and how lovely her handwriting was. On the flight out she received a hint of the girl's brains. When they closed out the book, Kelly gave it and the tapes to Andy. "But why ... Why the 'after' pictures, darling?" Andy asked. "Because ... because I may not look as good as I did in a short time, Mom, and I wanted you to have a record of what you really accomplished. You see, there's going to be an auction. Mistress Kathy is going to auction my virginity here in New York. Since I have agreed to do absolutely anything..." "What is your arrangement?" Andy insisted. "I ... I sold myself into slavery in your place, mother. As soon as I earn $5 million, I will be free, too." Wheeling around towards Kathy, Andy exclaimed, "This can't be! Mistress, you can't let this beautiful girl..." "She insisted," Kathy interrupted. "She will not allow her mother to be beaten, to be humiliated, to be degraded..." "But she is so pure!" Andy cried. "She is a virgin. She's one of the finest human beings God has ever created. Mistress, she is in your class." Tears were streaming from Andy's eyes as she said, "Is there nothing I can do to get you to change your mind?" "It's not my mind you need to change," Kathy responded softly. "It's hers. Do you have the least idea how much this girl loves you? Do you know what she told Ginger and Sandy? She said that if you needed a heart transplant she would happily donate her own! She would get on an operating table, kiss you, and then allow her beating heart to be cut out of her body to save you. And she would do it proudly and gratefully!" Andy was stunned. Then she began to weep after first taking Kelly into her arms. Now it was Kelly's turn to comfort her mother. When Andy finally regained enough control to talk she shook her head and said, "Darling Kelly, you can't know what you are doing! You don't know what an unmitigated shit I am. Sacrifice your beautiful life for my worthless one? What on earth could you possibly be thinking of?" Kelly just shook her head. Then she said, "Mommy, I didn't tell you everything when I first came here. I didn't tell you, for example, what else Barbara Cumings told me. She said that deep down you were a fine person who has done a wonderful job of keeping it a secret ... particularly from yourself. And that's in spite of what you did to her and made her do to herself." Now she was sitting up straight and her eyes were blazing as she continued, "But that's ancient history! All I know is no one — no one! — has ever received the love, the kindness, the attention, the counseling..." The girl began to cry and said, "My father was killed before I was born and my mother died when I was very young. I scarcely remember her. But no one has ever had a finer mother than you, Andrea Pierce Taylor! If I am a good person — and I hope I am — it's because I have to be! Why? In order to be worthy of the love of one of the finest creatures God ever created: You!" Now the poor girl began to cry uncontrollably. Just then Jack appeared, rushed over to Kelly and took her into his arms. While he was holding her tightly Andy looked at Kathy with anguish in her eyes and said, "Mistress, please release her! For the love of God, please! I'll do anything if you will. She's so clean and pure and innocent..." Andy's voice broke and dropped to a hoarse whisper as she added, " ... and I love her so!" Andy's words provided Kathy with the opportunity she had been waiting for. She sat in her chair impassively and waited for Jack to release Kelly. When he did, the three were sitting on the sofa side by side. The opportunity was perfect. Kathy said quietly, "Anything?" "Absolutely anything!" Andy repeated. Looking at Jack, Kathy asked, "What about you, Jack? Do you want to save Kelly from having to prostitute her body? Will you do anything to save her?" He instantly said he would. Finally, Kathy asked Kelly herself, "And you will do anything for your parents, right?" Again the girl quickly agreed. "Okay," Kathy said with a warm smile, "now it's easy." Looking first at Andy she said, "There are three things for you to do: First, we end this idiocy of your slavery once and for all, right now!" Turning to Kelly, she said, "Honey, you were correct when you thought that your mother was my slave. The problem was I released her months ago, but she was so damned stubborn, she wouldn't accept her freedom!" Glaring at Andy she said, "You're free! Okay?" Andy just nodded once. "I can't hear you!" Kathy exclaimed. "Okay, Kath, I'm free," Andy said softly. "I accept." Then looking skeptical she asked, "What else?" "Number two," Kathy continued, "you take back your damned money! I'm tired of keeping track of it." Again looking at Kelly she said, "In spite of the way your parents behave, they're not rich. They're not stinking rich. They're filthy rich!" Looking back at Andy she said, "There's about $800 million in your account. Now you play with it." "But wait a stinking minute," Andy protested. "Six months ago there was only about six hundred. What happened?" "What in hell did you think I did with it, turkey? Keep it in my mattress?" Then she grinned and added, "Actually, it's Ali. She's the finest money manager in the world and I guess she made a couple of bucks for you." Then glaring at Andy again she said, "There's one more." Now Andy looked at her skeptically and said apprehensively, "What's that?" "Accept Kelly Carmichael as your daughter — your real daughter. Will you?" "But ... but..." Andy stammered. "Yes or no?" "But ... but what does she say?" "What in hell do you think she'll say?" Kathy exclaimed. "A girl who would give her beating heart to you in hopes it could save your life?" Turning to Kelly she said softly, "Kel, will you accept Andy and Jack as your real parents? Will you allow them to adopt you as their daughter?" Kelly just squealed and dove for Andy. "Mommy! Oh, God, thank you! Mommy..." The girl's words dissolved into her tears as she held on for dear life. While the women were hugging each other, Kathy turned to Jack and said, "Now it's your turn. First, accept your freedom. Second, take back your damned money — it's now about $1.2 billion, and third, adopt Kelly as your daughter. Oh! One more thing: You and Andy will stop camping out in this gorgeous apartment and move into the master bedroom where you belong! Now, do you accept these conditions?" "Oh, God, yes!" Jack exclaimed. He wrapped both women in his arms. The three kissed every part of each other's body they could reach. While they were hugging and kissing each other, Kathy wandered around the gorgeous apartment and finally found the kitchen. She found champagne chilling and finally found the champagne flutes, along with a silver tray which she carried back to the library. It wasn't until they heard the popping of a champagne cork that the three finally eased apart. Kathy poured and raised hers in a toast. "To the finest new family in the world: To the Taylors. May you be as happy for the rest of very long lives as you are tonight!" They just looked down at the coffee table while Kathy drank her toast. Then Andy raised her glass and said, "To the Carlsons: the finest bravest people on the face of this earth. Kathy, without your help and Ken's, I don't know where Jack and I would be. All we both know is that you have done everything for us. You have remade our bodies. But more importantly, you gave us to each other. Now you have given us the finest girl in the world as our daughter." Tears were streaming from her eyes as she said, "There is nothing we will not do for you, Katherine Carlson. Nothing!" They all drank the toast. At dinner that evening, all four were feeling very good. Andy had outdone herself and made a truly marvelous dinner. In celebration they served two wines with the meal and cognac and cigars following dessert. As they were sipping their cognac Andy looked at Jack and said, "Darling, there's just one little thing..." When he looked at her with a question in his eyes, she continued, "Well..." Andy said with a gleam in her eye, "It's Kelly." With a quick wink at Jack she said, "It's easy to see what we do for her: We feed her, clothe her, house her ... But what does she bring to the party." While Andy pretended to think seriously about the question she glanced at Kelly who appeared nervous. Then she brightened and said, "I know!" Looking at Jack with feigned seriousness she added, "Darling, what's my primary function in bed? It's keeping you warm, right?" Gently rubbing his crotch Jack said, "Well..." "Darling," she continued, "the problem is that you're so big. I can only keep a little bit of you warm. So I need help." Looking at Kelly she said, "Daughter, effective immediately, you must help me keep your father warm. You sleep on his other side and make a tit available to keep his left hand warm. Okay?" Kelly squealed with pleasure but before she could say a word Jack interjected, "Now wait a stinking minute! How can I tell which is which? I mean ... Well, your bodies are awfully close ... I mean..." "Jack," Andy said in the tone of voice she would use to a small child, "I'm the one with the light hair. Our daughter's hair is dark. Now isn't that easy? It's a concept even you should be able to grasp." By this time it was all Jack could do to keep from bursting into laughter. Kathy had her hand over her mouth vainly trying to suppress her giggles while Kelly was just giggling merrily. "But honey," Jack protested in a little-boy's voice and with a very dumb look on his face, "what if it's dark? What if I can't see your hair color?" Looking up at the ceiling he murmured as if trying to memorize something, "Light hair is my wife. Dark hair isn't..." "If there's no hair on her cunt, it's your daughter. If there is a curly beaver, it's me." Looking into his eyes with her own wide with seriousness she added, "Darling, your cock goes into the one with hair. Okay? Understand?" "What's a beaver?" he asked letting drool roll from his lips. Andy quickly stripped off her pants and told Kelly to take hers off, too. Standing beside his chair she took his hand and ran his fingers through her pubic patch, then ran his finger down her moist slit and used it to play with her clit. Then she took his hand and ran it over Kelly's beautifully bare mound and into her lovely slit. The girl gasped with pleasure as Jack's rough finger contacted her clit. Then Andy said, "Now Jack, remember: Hair is yes, bare is no. Okay?" By this time he could no longer control himself and broke up in laughter. At the same time he swept both women up on his lap and said, "Oh God, Andy, I love you so!" That night in bed Kelly said, "Mom, I have a bone to pick with you. You said you weren't married to Dad, but you've been married for eight years! You lied to me." Andy and Jack had just made passionate love with Kelly watching. Now the lights were off and both women had their heads resting on his shoulders. Andy laughed softly and said, "No, darling, I really didn't. I remember you asking and I remember being very careful with my answer. I said, 'I am not married to Jack Fletcher' — and I'm not. I'm married to Jack Taylor!" With a little giggle she asked, "Happy now?" "Mom," Kelly said, snuggling closer to her father's body, "I couldn't be any happier and live!" ------- Chapter 6 At nine o'clock the next morning Kelly and Andy were in the kitchen sitting at the table drinking coffee and grinning at each other. The looks they were exchanging were the purest love that just flowed between the two beautiful women. "Mom," Kelly said, "I think it's a vicious plot to make me get married in a hurry!" "What is?" "Sleeping on Dad's shoulder with his hand cupping my tit," she replied. "It's heaven! But then this morning! He just rolls between your legs and takes you ... and takes you ... and takes you!" "But what's the problem?" Andy asked with her eyes wide. "There's no cock for me!" the girl wailed. Following her joke she said, "Mom, you and Dad are so beautiful together! Does it really feel as good as it looks? I have never seen such a look of happiness as the one you have on your face when Dad's fucking you. Do you like it as much as it looks like you do?" "Darling," Andy replied, "it's what I live for!" Then with her face serious she said, "Would you believe it? Jack and I were married for eight long years before we discovered each other? Honest! It's true. Now I just concentrate on trying to make him happier and at the same time I make myself even happier ... And that's from a position where I don't think it's possible to feel any better and still live. Kelly, when you marry Kevin, please keep that in mind. To increase your happiness, concentrate on trying to be better for him. You just keep winning!" She grinned and said, "It's great!" Just then Kathy came wandering into the kitchen while still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She grinned weakly and said, "As a purely humane, lifesaving gesture, is there a cup of coffee around somewhere?" With Kathy's body still running on California time, coupled with the emotional upheaval of the prior days, she had been exhausted when she stumbled into bed the night before. Although she had not known it, she was the first person to sleep in the bed, or indeed, in the room since it had been completely rebuilt. Andy jumped to her feet and took Kathy by the shoulder and an elbow as if she were elderly and carefully helped her to a chair. In the meantime Kelly had jumped up and poured a coffee into a mug and brought it to the table. With her eyes wide with innocence she asked, "Mrs. Carlson, may I help you drink it? Hold the mug for you, perhaps?" Kathy had a couple of sips and then glared at the two girls. "If there is one thing the world doesn't need it's more smart-asses!" Then shaking her head she murmured, as if to herself, "Well, Carlson, you only have yourself to blame! You just had to give them their freedom ... As if it weren't bad enough when they were your slaves!" At that Kelly dropped to her knees beside Kathy's chair and proceeded to kiss her with all the love she could communicate. When she paused for a breath, Andy, who was kneeling on the other side, did the same thing. Without having a chance to catch her breath, when Andy released her Kathy's head was truly spinning. "Wow!" she exclaimed. After draining the coffee cup and having another, she looked at Andy sheepishly and said, "Andy, I have a problem ... Could you do me a favor?" "No!" Andy exclaimed sharply. "There are no favors for Katherine Carlson." Then she smiled the warmest smile Kathy had ever seen and added, "No favors, Kath. You just tell us — any of us — what you want and we do it! Regardless." With her eyes wide she asked, "Would you like one of my tits sautéed for your breakfast? Or perhaps a steak from Kelly's tight little ass? What?" Kathy reluctantly admitted that she really hadn't brought any clothes to wear. For that matter, she said, she really had no clothes appropriate to a New York winter. "So," she asked, "if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could Sam drop me off at a clothing store somewhere?" "No, he can't," Andy said firmly. Then she went to her Rolodex, looked up a phone number and placed a call. When the telephone was answered, she said to the operator, "Anita Lucas, please." A moment later the phone was answered, "This is Anita Lucas. May I help you?" "Anita, this is Andy Taylor. Do you remember me?" There was silence on the other end for a few moments and then the girl cried, "Mrs. Taylor, what did you do to me?" At that Andy began to weep. "I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I'm such a natural-born shit, that even when I try to be nice, I screw everything up royally. Miss Lucas, what can I do to make amends? I will do absolutely anything!" The reference was to a note Andy had written to the president of Bergdorf Goodman on the Monday following the cotillion. First, she enclosed a clipping from The New York Times society page on Sunday featuring pictures from the cotillion. There was a three-column photo of Andy standing beside Kelly with the caption crediting the gowns to Bergdorf Goodman. Also with her note she enclosed a check for $6,000 — 25 percent of the value of the clothes that Ginger had purchased for Kelly and herself. Her note to the president said the check was for Ms. Lucas in appreciation for all the personal time and effort she had spent to ensure that Kelly's outfit was absolutely the finest possible. From the result — her selection as Debutante of the Year — her taste and selections had been utterly perfect. "Mrs. Taylor, you don't understand," Nita said apologetically. "The president called me into his office ... and gave me your incredible check. Then he congratulated me, gave me another bonus from the store, and posted copies of your note on all the employee bulletin boards. In just the last week our business has almost doubled. Everyone wants outfits like Kelly's. Mrs. Taylor, I just want to humbly thank you and apologize for all the nasty things I've said about you over the years." Andy just laughed merrily and said, "Ms. Lucas, all you did was to demonstrate your discernment and good taste. I was a shit and we both knew it." Changing the subject she said, "The reason for my call this morning, though, is that we have a house guest staying with us. She is my closest friend. She is also one of Ginger Jamison's law partners from Los Angeles. Anyway, I was wondering — hoping, really — if you might have a few minutes available sometime today..." "When would she like to come in?" Nita interjected. "How about right now?" "But ... but the store doesn't even open for two more hours," Andy protested. "And I know you have lots to do..." "Mrs. Taylor, perhaps I didn't make myself clear. For you and your friends, this store is open anytime! If you would rather come in at two in the morning, that would be fine, too. When would be convenient?" Very diffidently Andy asked, "Would about thirty minutes... ? And could ... would ... Well, you see, Ms. Lucas, the only things I have, other than Levi's, are the two outfits Ginger bought for me. So ... And Kelly needs more things, too." "Mrs. Taylor," Nita replied, "we will be waiting for you." When Sam pulled the car up at the curb in front of Bergdorf's, there was little traffic other than delivery trucks because most of the retail stores did not open until eleven. As soon as he opened the door, Kelly saw Nita holding the door open for them. When they entered the store, Kelly took Nita into her arms and kissed her. The girl's head reeled from the power in Kelly's kiss. It was the purest love. When Kelly eased away, Nita's head was spinning and she barely heard Kelly say, "Ms. Lucas, thank you so much! Everything you provided was utterly magnificent! I could never have done it without you." Turning to Andy she said, "I'm sure you know my mother, Andy Taylor." Then, with the most brilliantly happy smile Nita had ever seen, she added, "She is adopting me as her daughter! I'm just so thrilled and overjoyed!" Nita's attention had been focused on Kelly to that point. When she looked at Andy, her jaw dropped. "But ... but ... but, Mrs. Taylor ... What happened to you?" Teasing the girl, Andy looked down at herself then looked at Kathy and said, "Kath, I am dressed this morning, aren't I? There's not an embarrassing rip somewhere... ?" Shaking her head Nita said, "Mrs. Taylor, you should really sue The New York Times. That picture of you that they ran does not do you justice. You are utterly magnificent! But what happened?" "Kathy happened," Andy replied. "Ms. Lucas, I would like you to meet my closest friend in the world ... I guess she's my sister, now, in fact. This is Katherine Carlson from Los Angeles. She needs some new clothes. She is also one of Ali Clifford and Ginger Jamison's law partners." "Oh, my!" Nita exclaimed. "This is going to be fun. I have never seen three such beautiful women together in my life." While they were talking, a well-dressed man came up to them. Nita said, "I would like to introduce the president of our store, Charles Mason. Mr. Mason wanted to say hello." He was introduced and shook hands with each of the women but his eyes kept coming back to Andy. Then he said, "Mrs. Taylor, first, I want to thank you for the check you sent to us for Nita. We endorsed it over to her, of course. However, it really wasn't necessary. And giving us a credit line in The Times! Our advertising people checked and found that the mention was at your insistence. Why did you do it?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Mason," Andy said softly. "I hope it didn't cause you any trouble. If it did, I will certainly do whatever I can to make it right..." Mason's head was shaking while there was a very warm smile on his face. He said, "I'm sorry. I thought Nita told you, though. You see, our business has almost doubled in the last week. Everyone wants to look like Kelly Carmichael and Andrea Taylor! Since you so kindly gave us a credit line, they're all coming here." He shook hands with everyone and then said, "Nita is at your disposal. I'm sure she will take very good care of you." Again they were ushered into a private room. Kathy looked at her watch and realized it was only a little after seven in Los Angeles. She picked up the telephone and, to Nita's surprise, made a credit-card call to Los Angeles. Ginger answered the phone in a passion-filled voice. "Hi, partner!" Kathy said brightly. "I tried you at the office but no one was there yet. Is everyone taking today off? Is this some California state holiday I forgot about, maybe?" Grinning, Kathy pressed the speaker button on the phone and turned up the volume. All the women could hear the sounds of lovemaking with Ginger's scream every time Charley reached his full penetration. Then they heard a scream in a different pitch as she reached orgasm, followed by another, and then a third. The sounds kept coming with increasing frequency until they merged and became a continuous scream of joy. Finally, there was her scream of ultimate joy as Charley came inside her and she passed out. Kathy said quietly, "It's like an X-rated movie but without the pictures, isn't it?" Nita was astonished while the others were just giggling. "What ... what happened?" Nita asked softly. "Who is that?" "That's Ginger Conrad who you met awhile ago," Kathy replied. "What happened was she just got her ass fucked off ... again." Then she smiled warmly and said, "We're all like that, I guess. Our husbands take us to the point of continuous orgasm. That was the steady scream you heard. The last joyous scream was Charley cuming inside her. It just overloads the circuits and she passes out." Indicating Andy and herself she added, "We're like that, too." "But ... your health... ? Isn't it dangerous... ? or something?" Nita stammered. "I have no clue," Kathy said blithely, "and I have no intention of finding out. What difference does it make? If a doctor said it was shortening my life, you don't think I would stop, do you?" Nodding at Andy she said, "Look at her. I happen to know that if you told Andy she would be dead in thirty days unless she eased up on her lovemaking with Jack, do you know what she would say?" Nita's eyes were wide as she slowly shook her head. "She would say that she would receive more joy in those thirty days than most women receive in their lifetimes. Right, Andy?" Andy just smiled warmly and nodded her head rapidly. Just then they heard Ginger's voice on the speaker phone, "To what do I owe this great honor, partner. What in hell are you doing?" "Oh, hi, Ging!" Kathy said brightly. "We're here at Bergdorf's with Anita Lucas. Since you did such a wonderful job for Kelly — she's here, too — I thought ... Oh, dear! There is a time difference, isn't there? Gee, I forgot," Kathy finished in a little-girl voice. "Sure ... you did," Ginger replied acidly, stretching out the first word. "Oh, well, since I'm awake anyway ... Nita, have they undressed yet? If not, tell them all to strip. Who's there, anyway? I hear Kathy, and she mentioned Kelly ... Is Andy there, too?" "Sure am, Ginger," Andy replied brightly as she started to strip off her clothes. Then Ginger said, "Kathy, I want you and Andy to stand shoulder to shoulder. Nita, you face them." They did as Ginger asked. "Now, Nita, squeeze one tit in each hand." Nita very tentatively placed one hand on each of the girls' tits. "Squeeze, damn it!" Ginger exclaimed over the phone. It was almost as if she were in the room and could see what was happening. Nita jumped but then squeezed the breasts hard. Both women sighed with pleasure; her hands were so smooth and her touch felt so good. Then the voice said, "What do you think? Isn't it remarkable? It's almost like feeling a woman's tit under a fine bra, isn't it? Except it's just beautifully smooth skin. Are both sets of nipples erect? They should be." "Yes, they are," Nita said softly. "Okay," Ginger continued, "now run your fingers over their shoulders and upper arms. What do you feel?" Nita did as she was asked and her eyes widened. "All I feel," she replied, "Is satin-smooth skin over ... muscles... ? Can that be?" "It sure can be," Ginger replied with a chuckle. Then her voice changed as she pretended to sympathize with Nita. "You really have your work cut out for you. I mean ... There is just a dull sameness to Clifford & Jamison women. We're all the same size ... About the only variation is in the color of the eyes and hair." Then her voice brightened as she added, "On the other hand, with Kathy, Andy and Kelly, among them they can wear almost any color you have. Incidentally, Anita Lucas, I have a challenge for you: Tell me the color of Kathy Carlson's hair. I dare you!" Kathy turned around slowly so Nita could get a good look. The girl just slowly shook her head. Ginger said, "It's any color you want except brunette or red. Isn't it remarkable? It is so lovely in texture and wave with the most incredible natural color streaks I've ever seen. What do you think?" "I think she is utterly exquisite, is what I think," Nita replied. The two discussed fashions and colors with Ginger pretending that her three friends were fashion illiterates. Finally, they hung up after Nita promised to call Ginger at the office later and describe to her what the women had selected. Then Nita got on the phone to her assistants and then to special suppliers. She had already made a couple of contacts immediately after Andy had called. Outfits began to appear and the women tried on one after another. By one o'clock they were ready for a break. Andy asked Kelly to please buy Kathy lunch. She wanted to eat with Nita Lucas alone. When she shyly asked the young woman to have lunch with her, Nita was astonished but accepted. Andy made reservations for them at a fine French restaurant nearby. When they arrived, they were shown to a table against the wall where they sat side by side. After Andy ordered dry sherry for them, she looked at Nita, shook her head ruefully and said, "Ouch! You are really slumming today. I apologize. I forgot that I was just wearing Levi's and a work shirt while you are dressed like ... like a true lady with incredible fashion judgment." Nita just shook her head and said, "Mrs. Taylor..." "Look," Andy interrupted, "The name is Andy. There are other less-flattering names I also answer to, but how about Andy? Please?" "But ... but it's not right!" the girl protested. "You are one of our best ... No! I'm wrong. You are our very best customer. It's not proper for a shop girl..." "Shop girl? You?" Andy interrupted. "Ms. Lucas, would you please give me a break? You are a lady!" Nita shook her head and tears started to flow. Then she said, "The hell I am!" Looking straight into Andy's eyes she said, "Mrs. Taylor, I am a fraud and a phony. In fact, I'm going to resign from Bergdorf's this afternoon. I'll get a job more in keeping with my background and education: McDonald's, or maybe K-Mart..." Suddenly Nita lost control and began to weep with her tears starting to flow from her eyes in twin streams. Andy turned on the banquette and took the girl into her arms. Then she did for her what she had done so often for Kelly: She gently stroked her hair and just made soothing noises deep in her body. When Nita realized what had happened, she tried valiantly to regain control and finally did. She tried to fight loose from Andy's arms but she wouldn't let go. Instead she asked, "What's wrong? Would you like to tell me about it? For example, you mentioned your background and education. Where did you go to school?" Nita told her that she had graduated from a public high school in Brooklyn and was amazed at Andy's broad smile. Looking closely at Nita she asked, "How old are you, anyway?" Then she asked about her college education and Nita just sadly shook her head. The girl squared her shoulders and said, "I'm twenty-three. The store thinks I'm twenty-eight. I had to lie a little because I did bring fashion experience and the only way I could have the experience along with a college degree is to be five years older than I really am." The girl laughed bitterly and continued, "College degree? What a joke! I've never set foot in a college. I'm dumb, uneducated..." Holding her head up straight she said, "I'm a complete fraud! That's what I really am." Ignoring her last outburst, Andy asked, "What do you think of my brand-new daughter, Kelly?" "Kelly Carmichael?" Nita positively glowed. She said, "She is the most loving, the most lovable girl I have ever laid eyes on. She defines the term, 'lady.' Wrong! She's a princess. My God! She is cultured, refined ... Why, she even sent me a thank-you note. Can you believe it? It was the most beautiful thing I have ever read and written in the most beautiful ladylike handwriting I have ever seen. Her voice is so beautifully cultured." She looked at Andy and said, "That girl has breeding, in the very finest sense of the word. She's so educated and well-spoken ... My God, she's the very antithesis of what I am and represents everything I would so like to be," the girl concluded. Then her face fell and she continued, "Actually, she's the reason I'm resigning. Looking at her, I see everything that a lady is supposed to be but which I can never be. I guess ... I guess it wasn't so bad until I met her. Until then, I could always find a few warts to focus on with the customers: something that contradicted her claim to be a lady. But with Kelly? Absolutely no way! She is the real thing." Andy just nodded and changed the subject to the reason she wanted to have lunch in the first place. She said, "Ms. Lucas..." The girl smiled wryly and interrupted saying, "For God's sake, Andy! If you want me to call you Andy, you damned well better start calling me Nita! And besides, it's Miss!" She shook her head and added, "While 'Ms.' is useful when writing letters, I guess, I can't stand the lesbian bitches the term always reminds me of." "Nita," Andy began again with a warm grin, "the reason I wanted to have lunch with you is to apologize for the abominable way I used to treat you and the rest of your staff. My behavior was uniformly disgraceful." "Oh no, Mrs. Taylor..." Nita protested but then stopped as Andy's eyebrow went up with a very skeptical look and she began slowly to shake her head. "You're lying, Nita," Andy said softly. "But..." "You're lying again, Nita." Suddenly the girl grinned. When she did, Andy noticed how truly lovely she was. Nita Lucas was also five feet eight with light brown hair and lovely gray eyes. Then the girl said, "Okay, I give up. I didn't like you ... at all! I thought you were nasty..." Again Andy's eyebrow went up and again she shook her head saying, "I think you can do better than that. Nasty? I don't think so. A rich bitch? Possibly. A fat pig? That, too. What?" Suddenly Nita started to giggle and said, "That's really unfair!" Then she squared her shoulders and said, "I believed that you were a fat pig. I didn't think you could ever have sex without paying for it, and even then you were so fat I didn't think a man's cock could even reach your cunt, let alone penetrate it. And if a man ever did get in bed with you, it would be horrible: You would just lie there with your huge flabby, larded thighs spread ... and not spread very far, either." She took a deep breath and added, "Now you see another reason why I have to quit." Andy just shook her head and grinned saying, "Wrong! That's another reason why you have to stay. You see, you were absolutely, totally correct." Then with the warmest smile Nita had ever seen she said, "It's not true now, though. Now Jack enters me and drives so deep into my body I swear his cock is going to come out of my mouth one day." "And if it happens, you'll love it, won't you?" Nita said with a grin. "I sure will!" Andy exclaimed. Then she had an idea and said, "Nita, it looks like we're going to be at the store for at least a couple more hours. When we're finished, could you leave early? Could you come over to the apartment? You see, it's the real reason I wanted to talk with you." Andy paused and it was clear to Nita that whatever was coming next was embarrassing to Andy in some way. Then she blurted, "Would you come over regularly and teach Kelly and me something about fashion and clothing? Please?" She smiled bitterly and said, "Perhaps one reason I always looked so tacky — aside from the miserable excuse for a figure I had — is that I had the fashion sense of a half-dead snail! Anything I buy for myself — or, God forbid, for Kelly — would look horrible. Why do you think Ginger came all the way out from Los Angeles?" Now she smiled and asked, "What do you think of Ginger Conrad, by the way?" Nita looked puzzled and said, "I have her card, and it says Virginia Jamison. I don't understand." "Ginger is married to Charley Conrad who is a wonderful guy. Unfortunately, Charley works for another law firm housed in the same building. Since Ginger was a partner before she got married, she and Ali Clifford decided that she should keep her maiden name professionally. But anyway, what did you think of her?" Nita just shook her head and said, "I guess I really don't understand. You see, she was absolutely correct this morning. All three of you — and Ginger, herself, for that matter — have figures that are essentially duplicates of one another. Beyond that, though, she has the most incredible fashion sense I have ever encountered." Smiling sheepishly she said, "The fact is I had to personally take a hand. You see, she was eating up my assistants and spitting them out. I think she's already forgotten more about women's wear than they are ever going to know. And she really knows it all: colors, fabrics, workmanship ... Everything!" Looking puzzled she finished, "But why do you ask?" "For two reasons," Andy replied. "First, to show you how damned much you know. You said it yourself: You had to step into the picture because you were the only one in the whole damned store who could! Right?" Nita's head was spinning. She didn't know what to say. It was true that she had intended to resign, but now this woman was saying she had to stay because there was no one to replace her. It was an overwhelming thought. Andy continued to look into her eyes and repeated, "Right!?" Shrugging her shoulders, she nodded weakly and murmured, "I guess so..." "Guess so... ? What utter bullshit! You know so." Now glaring at the girl Andy demanded, "Now admit it! Admit to yourself that you are one of the top fashion authorities in New York." Nita reluctantly nodded. Andy continued, "The second reason is to urge you to go into Mr. Mason's office and demand a raise — a big one! With the size of the sale you're going to ring up, today would be a good day to ask, too!" They talked some more, finished their lunch and returned to the store. By the time they finished they had purchased thirty outfits among them. The bill totaled more than $50,000. Before closing out the sale, Nita called Ginger and described the outfits. Then she explained that she had a problem because Mrs. Taylor wanted to pay for them all, but Mrs. Carlson threatened to cancel her part of the order if she did. Again they were talking on the speaker phone so everyone heard Ginger say, "Just take Kathy's check." Then she giggled merrily and said, "Nita, I think you have one hell of a sense of humor ... that mostly you hide. But would you like to have some fun? Just call Bank of America, identify yourself, and ask if Kathy's check is good." Thinking for a moment she added, "Is there another phone handy? I would love to hear this myself!" Then she gave Nita the phone number of Bank of America's private banking group. Intrigued, Nita did what Ginger suggested. Although it was almost four o'clock in New York, in Los Angeles it was not yet one. When the bank's phone was answered, in her haughtiest voice, Nita identified herself as being with Bergdorf's and wanted information on a check. She was immediately connected to an officer. She repeated her identification and then said, "I have a check here from Katherine H. Carlson..." "It's good," the officer stated flatly. "But I didn't tell you the amount," Nita protested. "Is it for an amount greater than $5 billion?" he asked. "Of course not! It's for..." "Then it's good!" he repeated emphatically. Bemused, she hung up the phone and murmured, "My God!" Ginger had heard the exchange — it had been a conference call — and started to laugh. "I told you!" she exclaimed. "You see, Nita, I know something not even Kathy knows. She is one of Bill Clifford's favorite people. As a result, her account at B of A is backed with an unlimited letter of credit on Morgan Guaranty. If she ever runs short, Morgan will cover any shortage immediately by Fed wire!" Ginger giggled and said, "An interesting arrangement, isn't it?" Then she said, "I think you can assure your management that Mrs. Carlson's check is good." Then, with laughter in her voice, she added, "You might even ask for her address — although I guess it is printed on her checks. You might want to think about recommending her to your selection committee as a prospective new customer." This time Nita broke down in laughter. She informed Andy that she was taking Mrs. Carlson's check, at which point Kathy said, "For God's sake, it's Kathy! Is that so damned hard for you to say? Hell, it's easier to pronounce than Mrs. Carlson." When she completed the sale she went off to the president's office and returned almost immediately with a baffled expression on her face. Andy was almost certain she knew what had happened but waited for Nita to volunteer the information. She said softly, "He said I could have as much time off as I wanted ... and he doubled my salary before I even had a chance to ask." Andy just laughed and the foursome went out to the car where Sam Duncan was patiently waiting. The four women got into the Rolls with Kelly and Andy riding in rear-facing seats. Nita just wriggled on the leather upholstery and murmured, "Yum! How wonderfully elegant!" While they drove home, Andy explained that Nita was going to provide coaching in fashion and style. Kelly greeted the news with a small cheer and a wide grin. Arriving at the apartment building, Nita's eyes were wide as they rode up in the private elevator and entered the apartment. Looking around, she thought it was so beautiful, comfortable and spacious; she had never seen anything like it, even in the best decorating magazines. Looking at Nita, Kelly said, "I know you're going to try to educate me in women's wear, but first, would you mind if I worked out? I haven't had a chance for almost ten days now and I really miss it." Kathy and Andy jumped at Kelly's suggestion and in only a few moments the three of them had stripped and were working out together in the large exercise room. Each of the women was on a machine with all of the machines set at comparable weights. Nita's eyes widened as she saw the smooth muscles on all of the others bulge as they seemed effortlessly to move the weights. "This really isn't a very exciting spectator sport, you know," Andy said dryly. "Or do you have a doctor's excuse?" Although she was very reluctant to strip, there was nothing Nita could say. After all, the other three were bare and completely unconcerned about the fact. When she asked about it, Kelly told her that since she had worn no clothes at all for over six weeks, being naked felt more natural to her now than being dressed. The girl slowly took off her clothes and then stood there naked. Kelly grinned warmly and said, "You're really not half bad, Ms. Lucas." Nita's body was slender but soft. Her posture was good and her face and bone structure were beautiful. Nita pretended to glare at Kelly and said, "Look, Miss Carmichael, don't you feel sort of dumb calling a naked girl, Ms.? And besides, it's Miss." Then she grinned and said, "I'll make a deal with you, though. You call me Nita and I'll call you Kelly. Okay?" Kelly grinned back and agreed. She had left her machine to set Nita up on another one and to show her how it worked. When she tried to move the weights — still set at Andy and Kelly's presets — she couldn't. Kelly cut them in half and she found she could barely move them. Then she cut them in half again and Nita was finally able to work out with them although even at 25 percent of their weights, she could only do about one-quarter the number of repetitions. After the four women rotated through all the machines, Kelly stretched, happily groaned and said, "That was neat!" Then to the others she said, "How about some swimming?" "Swimming?" Nita exclaimed. "Where? And how?" Kelly just motioned with her thumb out the sliding glass door opening on the pool deck. Only then did Nita realize there was a swimming pool on the roof of a 40-story apartment building. The heavily-overcast sky had been spitting snow all day, but now it had changed to a full-bore storm. Snow was swirling around the buildings and coming down almost horizontally in the open areas where there were no structures to break the wind. "But ... But it's snowing!" she protested. "My, how observant you are," Kelly commented dryly. Then she slid the door open and scampered toward the pool with Andy and Kathy following. For Kathy, who was far more used to the tropic beaches and sun of Hawaii, running in the accumulating snow was a very different experience. She squealed as she ran through the light snow following the others. Feeling left out, Nita screwed up her courage and followed as well. Reaching the pool, she found the others were already in it. In spite of being naked in the wind and snow, she paused for a moment just to watch the others power up and down the pool with the smoothest, most powerful swimming strokes she had ever seen. Feeling like she was about to freeze to death, she dove in and followed. Soon she ran out of gas and just remained in the pool and watched the others continue to power up and down. It was a strange sensation to be naked in a swimming pool while feeling snow melting as it hit her face. Finishing their swimming, they all ran to the sauna. This was a new experience for Nita and Kathy, although both had heard about them. With the steam rising and starting to fill the small room, Nita found herself sitting beside Kelly on the bench. Sweat had broken out in the moist heat now reaching 130 degrees and both of their bodies were sweat-slickened. Diffidently, Nita reached out and touched Kelly's body. The girl had been resting against the wall with her eyes closed. Felling Nita's touch, she opened her eyes and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm not at all breakable. And, Nita, your touch feels marvelous on my wet body." Nita accepted the invitation and ran her fingers lightly all over Kelly. Then she said softly, "I didn't know the half of it, did I?" Then she chuckled and said, "What frauds we are! Bergdorf's getting credit for your appearance at the cotillion? What a joke! Kelly, you could have won it wearing a flour sack ... And we both know you would have won in a walk if the girls had been nude." Then she shook her head and said, "You know something? Dressing you is turning out to be a challenge. Of course, it's the same with your mother and Mrs. Carlson, too. Your bodies are so perfect it's a challenge to clothe you in ways that feature your bodily perfection. And that's a really different assignment. Almost always, we are trying to hide bodily flaws or to draw attention to the handful of good features. With you people, I just don't know what to do." Kelly grinned and looked at her new friend. Already her hair was soaked with steam and sweat, but Nita seemed completely unconcerned. All the moisture did was to cause her hair's natural waves to become more prominent. Then Kelly showed her how the scraping sticks worked. They were similar in design to a doctor's tongue-depressor. Using her thigh to demonstrate, she showed Nita how the dead skin was scraped off. As Kelly began to work on Nita, the girl was appalled to see how black the scrapings from her body were. Kelly just grinned and said that was New York's wonderful air. Meanwhile, Andy and Kathy were working on each other. Finally, they all agreed they had had enough. Andy was hoping that neither Sandy nor Ginger had mentioned the cold pool to Kathy. From her interested reaction as she and Kelly jumped in, she was sure they hadn't; Kathy didn't show the least apprehension. Again they bobbed to the surface and just looked up at the two women who were already starting to shiver in the falling snow. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Andy demanded. Nita and Kathy just looked at each other, shrugged, and then jumped feet-first the way they had seen Andy and Kelly get in. As soon as they did, the two women vaulted out of the pool. However, Kelly stayed beside the pool to give Nita a hand. She was not in the physical condition the other women were. They laughed at the instantaneous screams when the two women realized they had jumped into a pool of ice water. While Kathy vaulted out in an instant, Kelly gave Nita a hand while she tried to control her laughter. When they reached the shower room, the girls were covered with goose bumps. Nita's teeth began to chatter even as she stood in the very warm shower water. Kathy just shook her head sadly and murmured, as if to herself, "Why me all the time?" Looking at Andy she said, "What is it about me that makes me the butt of everyone's jokes? Why me?" "Do you really want to know?" Andy asked. Kathy looked like a little girl as she rapidly nodded her head up and down. "It's because of who you are, Kath. You are so beautiful, so kind, so sweet..." Then she started to giggle and shook her head, "I'm so sorry, Sis! Honest. It's just that ... It's just that it's so much fun!" With that she took Kathy in her arms and kissed her soundly as the water streamed over their bodies. Meanwhile, Kelly and Nita were washing each other's backs and shampooing each other's hair. With her head covered with suds while kneeling on the floor Nita looked up and said, "God, this is fun! Even that freezing pool." Then with a little grin she asked, "Kelly, how much do I owe you? I can't ever remember feeling this good in my life." "But we're not nearly finished," Kelly replied. "Wait until after the massage." When the girls got out of the shower, Kelly did to Nita what had been done so often to her. Wrapping the girl tightly in an extra-large bath towel, she carefully blotted her body dry. Then, as she stood there, Kelly kissed her full on the lips. When her lips made contact, Nita tried to struggle but suddenly realized the extent to which her arms were immobilized by the mummifying towel. Kelly loved the taste and began to work her lips on the older girl's. After the initial shock, Nita realized that Kelly's kiss was just the purest love. She started to return it and then felt Kelly's tongue dart into her mouth. When it contacted hers, she felt a strange jolt of electricity. Closing her eyes she gave herself up to the sensation and at the same time wriggled her body that was being held so tightly in the towel. When their kiss ended, Nita's eyes were bright. Looking into Kelly's brilliant blue ones she said softly, "Thank you, darling Kelly. I have never had a kiss like that one." Then, in a voice scarcely above a whisper, she added, "I love you very much." "And I love you very much, too," Kelly replied as softly. Then she led the girl to the massage room and began to work on her body. As Nita relaxed with her eyes closed on the table, Andy told her that the house rule was one free massage to a customer. "After that, if you don't give, you don't get!" Nita just smiled. When Kelly finished with her, she stretched lazily, yawned, and then jumped to the floor motioning Kelly to get up on the table. To the girl's surprise, Nita gave her a marvelous massage. When Kelly asked about it, Nita replied softly that she had done it before, but never on a body as perfect as Kelly's. "In fact," she said, "I ought to be paying you. I just adore the feel of your body under my fingertips." Both girls had been using musk oil as a massage fluid. When they were finished, Nita shook her head in dismay and said, "I hate the thought of putting my clothes back on. Right now I feel so great, it's sinful!" "That's easy," Andy said. "Don't! I'm not, and I doubt very much if Kathy and Kelly are. Why don't you just stay the way you are? I think you'll find the apartment is comfortable, and as Kelly noticed awhile ago, the upholstery materials were all selected to feel good against bare skin. Frankly, Jack and I like it this way, too." The girl followed Andy's suggestion. Kelly went off to prepare cocktails and hors d'oeuvres while the other three went into the library. When she sat down on the sofa upholstered in a soft-tanned leather, Nita just sighed with pleasure. Then Andy said, "There's a scrapbook that Kelly put together that you might be interested in seeing." Quickly she loaded the tape deck and the VCR, then started going through the pages with Nita. The girl's jaw dropped when she realized what she was seeing. When they finished, Kelly was sitting in an easy chair just watching Nita's reaction. Finally the girl said, "My God! Kelly completely transformed herself! And in only three months!" Looking at Kelly her eyes were wide as she asked, "But how? Why?" "With some hard work," Kelly replied quietly. "The answer to 'why' is it was for my mother. My mother loves me so much and asks for absolutely nothing in return. It was really the least I could do. The fact of the matter is that it was a lot harder on her than it was on me." Then Nita thought for a moment and said, "As a matter of fact, I guess it wasn't so great, after all." Looking at Andy she said, "Kelly just went through her chrysalis." Raising an eyebrow, Andy said, "Her what?" "Her chrysalis," Nita repeated. "You know how caterpillars become butterflies? Well the period between the two is chrysalis." Looking very reasonable she said, "Let's face it: All Kelly did was to transform herself into the Celtic princess that she really has been all along. It's quite simple, really." Then Andy told Kelly where Nita had gone to high school and said, "That's the school you graduated from, wasn't it?" Kelly just grinned and nodded her head quickly. Then she said, "I knew there was a good reason for why I love Nita so damned much! We're so very much alike." "And I love to hear her tell me how dumb and uneducated she is," Andy added. "Chrysalis, indeed!" Then she looked at Nita speculatively and said, "Are you interested in making some money?" "I'm always interested in making money," the girl replied. "What would you like me to do?" "I'll give you $25,000 if you can make yourself over like Kelly in the next sixty days," Andy said. "Kelly and I will give you any coaching or other help you want, and you will have full use of this place or any other facility, if you prefer. The downside is that if you don't make it, all you'll have will be some sore muscles and some lost sleep. Interested?" Before the girl could answer Kathy said, "I'll add $75,000 to Andy's offer, Nita." The girl was utterly stunned. She just slowly shook her head in amazement and said, "You're telling me that you will pay me $100,000 if I get into Kelly's shape within sixty days. But why?" "I'll answer for myself," Andy said, "and then Kathy may wish to add to it. I'm doing it for purely selfish reasons. If you reshape yourself, you'll be a physical duplicate of Kelly and me. It's really worth a lot more than that to me to not go to the store. Adjusting for color differences — and for me, that's no adjustment at all — if it looks good on you, it will look good on me, too." "It's a similar reason for me," Kathy said. "Only our situation is worse. Andy just doesn't really like shopping that much. As a woman, I'm afraid she's un-American. For me, it will save me airfare to New York every time I need new clothes. Unless you like to look like a two-dollar hooker, there's not much to buy in LA." Then she grinned and added, "In fact, it will probably be a Clifford & Jamison firm charge. Since we're all monotonously similar, all you have to do is pack up clothes you like — regardless of colors — and ship them out ... Sort of a Bergdorf Goodman CARE package. Among us we can wear any colors you have." She grinned and asked, "Okay?" Nita smiled brilliantly and exclaimed, "Okay!" Then she shook hands with Kathy and then Andy. After shaking her hand, Andy folded her into her arms and kissed her. Their kiss was a more mature version of the kiss she had received from Kelly. When she was released, she whispered, "I love you, Andy Taylor. I love you very much." Then they heard the sound of the front door opening and Nita blushed as she realized she was totally naked. She relaxed a little when she saw the other women seemed completely unconcerned. Andy called out, "Jack, we're undressing for dinner tonight." They heard Jack laugh and the sound of the door to the master bedroom closing. A short time later Jack came into the library also naked. When Nita saw him her eyes became as big as saucers. Jack Taylor was built like a Greek god! She never dreamed a man's sex could be so large. When he came in, Andy jumped off the sofa and hurled herself into his arms. The girl watched in fascination as their lips melted together in a passionate embrace. Nita thought she could actually see the electricity flowing between them. At the same time their hands were moving over each other's body. Andy just loved the feel of his rough hands on her tender skin. When she relaxed, Jack effortlessly scooped her up in his arms, sat down in his favorite easy chair and rested Andy across his lap. She just wriggled with delight and nuzzled his neck. Turning to Nita she said, "You asked me at lunch why I am in the shape I'm in. Well, I'm sitting on the reason. If I weren't strong, Jack is so powerful he could accidentally break me in two." Then she grinned and added, "Isn't he beautiful? Can you imagine that cock — what you saw was really flaccid — penetrating your insides day after day?" With a lovely quizzical look she put her finger inside her vagina, just shook her head and said, "I still don't know where it goes, though. How can he possibly get that huge cylinder into my tiny hole?" She sighed again and nuzzled even closer and said softly, "But he sure does, though!" Kelly looked at her mother and dad, and watching Andy continuing to move on Jack's lap, she started to giggle. Suddenly Andy hopped to her feet, held out her hands to Jack, pulled him to his feet and hauled him out of the room, making excuses to the others as she did. When they were headed for their bedroom, Kelly's giggles turned into full-bore laughter. When Nita asked what was so funny, Kelly replied, "It's Mom! She's so funny. She was working on Dad just to show you something but it backfired on her: She had to have him in bed." Glancing at a clock she said, "They'll be out of action for an hour or so." At that point Kathy jumped to her feet and announced that she was making dinner. The three girls went to the kitchen and Kelly showed her where things were kept. Kathy oohed and aahed at the magnificent facility and quickly began her preparations. As she did, Kelly told Nita that Kathy might be the finest cook in the country. It was just over an hour later when Andy reappeared. When she glared at Kelly and demanded to know why their guest was doing the cooking, Kelly innocently replied, "But Mom! You said that we were supposed to do absolutely anything for Kathy that she asks for — and she asked." "Darling," Andy explained, "that means things we do for her, not things she does for us!" "She's doing exactly what I asked her to do," Kathy interrupted. "I asked her to watch me cook and that's exactly what she's been doing ... And doing it very well, I might add." Andy laughed and then stretched. She looked like a great golden cat and Nita said so. Looking at the girl Andy said, "Nita, right now I feel so good, it's sinful! I've had my workout, I got in my swimming, I had a massage and now I've had the most marvelous pre-dinner lovemaking! I feel great!" Then Jack came in and she said, "By the way, I'll bet you didn't know a man's cock could tan, did you?" Nita just shook her head. It was so obvious to her that Andy and Jack were desperately in love with each other. The meal Kathy prepared was utterly magnificent, featuring a filet of beef, Wellington. When they sat down at the dinner table, Jack looked around and laughed. "My God! The things I have to put up with in this house. Can you imagine having to try to eat while looking at four of the most magnificent sets of tits in the world?" Looking up at the ceiling he said, "Didn't someone refer one time to 'the times that try men's souls'? This is one of those times." At that Kelly and Andy looked at each other and grinned. Jumping up, they ran to Jack and both crushed their tits against his face. Nita could hear his smothered laugh and could see him kissing everything within reach. After dinner, Jack and Andy played Bridge against Kelly and Kathy. Although Nita had never had the opportunity to play, she knew the rules of the game and read the Bridge column in the newspaper fairly regularly. The match she watched was the most brilliant Bridge she had ever seen. It was very clear that the people were not only beautiful, they were very smart, as well. When they finished two rubbers, Andy and Jack had won, but only by two-hundred points — it was virtually a draw. Rising from the table Kathy said, "That was the finest Bridge I have ever seen, let alone played. It was great!" When Nita asked about calling a cab, Andy looked surprised and asked her what she wanted to do that for when there was a perfectly good car and driver waiting to take her home. "You mean ... in the Rolls?" she asked. "What's wrong with the Rolls?" Andy asked, pretending to be puzzled. Nita smiled brilliantly and said, "Wow! This is going to make my reputation at the women's hotel where I live. My God! Being dropped off by a chauffeur-driven Rolls limousine! They'll be sure I have a millionaire lover who's keeping me as his mistress." Then her face fell although her eyes were gleaming as she added, "But then they'll expect to see rich gifts coming, too." Hearing her words, Jack looked meaningfully at Andy and winked. She nodded rapidly and winked back. When Nita left, Kathy announced that she was going to exercise her prerogative in the household: Kelly was going to sleep in her bed and keep her warm. Then Kelly told her parents how Kathy had held her tight, kissed her, and made her forget the terrors of her trip to Los Angeles. That night was the finest Kathy had ever spent apart from Ken. The snowstorm had picked up in intensity and she could hear the cold wind howling outside. It made her cold just listening to it. But at the same time, she was in a warm bed with the loveliest, sweetest-smelling young woman in the world. Every time she heard a particularly strong gust of wind, she hugged Kelly hard. The girl just hugged her back. The next day at Bergdorf's, a special messenger delivered an envelope to Nita. Opening it, she found a cashier's check from Morgan Guaranty payable to her in the amount of $10,000. There was a typewritten note saying, "Thanks for the wonderful night. Here's a little something for you to use to buy yourself something nice." It was unsigned. Nita read it twice and then cracked up with laughter. ------- Chapter 7 "I'm being discriminated against, Miss Andy!" Ellen Duncan exclaimed. Ellie, Sam's wife, had joined them from San Diego just a few days earlier. Nearly three weeks had passed since Kelly's return from her trip to Los Angeles and Andy was working out on the exercise machines. As usual she was naked. Since Andy had just finished her workout — Ellie already knew enough not to bother her while she was exercising — sweat was pouring off her body. Andy stopped what she was doing and just stretched. As she did, Ellie marveled at the muscles in the woman's body. Then she looked up at Ellen Duncan and frowned. "How are you being discriminated against? What have I done now?" Ellie was a beautiful black woman whose skin was actually a light chocolate brown. Her features were beautiful and she wore her dark, naturally-wavy hair long. Ellie's carriage was erect but she was about twenty pounds overweight. Before Ellie could reply Kelly and Nita Lucas came bounding into the room. Kelly was being chased by Nita who was trying to pinch her bottom. Kelly was giggling while Nita was pretending to be furious. Both girls were also naked. Kelly came to a screeching stop and softened her buns. Nita gave her a light pinch, and then the two girls embraced and kissed. When they parted, Kelly's eyes were gleaming. "Happy now?" "I guess so," Nita said with a little pout. Then she gave Kelly a hard pinch and jumped on one of the exercise machines. Kelly just ruefully rubbed her injured bottom and got on another one. "Just look at them and look at you," Ellie said. "I don't understand," Andy said looking puzzled. Then she glared at Ellie and said, "And by the way: It's Andy. Just plain Andy. It is not Miss Andy! Clear?" The woman grinned brightly and nodded. Then she said, "Just look at me!" She was wearing a beige wool skirt with a green cashmere sweater and looked lovely. Andy said as much and just looked baffled. "Why can't I be like the rest of you? Why won't you let me serve you naked?" The woman shook her head and said, "I certainly admit you wouldn't want me to do it in my present condition, but if I promise to lose about twenty pounds of sloppy fat... ?" Again Andy just shook her head, baffled, and said, "But Ellie, that would be demeaning..." "It would like hell!" the woman exclaimed. "Just look at you and look at the girls. My God! If I ever looked like you I would be rich!" Ellie gracefully dropped to her knees and sat back on her ankles with her torso upright. With a quick move she slipped the sweater over her head and then released the catch on her bra. Now stripped to the waist, she just looked at Andy but said nothing. In spite of her excess weight, her breasts were round and full with very youthful-looking nipples. With her back up straight they were proudly upthrust. Andy had noticed how gracefully Ellie moved. Her movements reminded her of those of a trained dancer. Then Ellie said, "Andy, when I met Sam years ago I was a stripper. I never looked as good as you or the girls even then, but I did look good. Of course, that's what I meant about being rich — if I had looked like you do now, I could have made a mint of money. But then when he married me, I'm afraid I let myself go to seed." Then she held her head up straight and said, "Would you believe I'm only forty-two? I am." Then she let her tears roll down her cheeks and said, "I can't believe you, Andy. Before I came here, Sam told me what wonderful people you all are. What he didn't tell me — he's only a man, so maybe he never noticed or if he did, it never registered — is the way this place is just flooded with love. I've never seen nor heard of anything like it in my life." Then in spite of her tears she grinned and said, "I guess it is getting to Sam, though, even if he doesn't know what it is that is happening. Now he takes me every night — that hasn't happened in years — and our lovemaking has been getting better and better." Looking hard into Andy's eyes she asked, "Andy, please? If I get in shape, may I work around the apartment naked?" Then with a gleam in her eyes she said, "And I've heard about the Trangs and about you. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to be in shape good enough so that I could proudly serve you and your guests naked, just wearing a big white bow on the back of my head and maybe a little one in my pubic hair." Then with a series of very quick and graceful moves Ellie rose to her feet, stripped off her skirt and bikini and just stood up straight. Reaching down with her long fingers she ran them through her silken pubic hair and asked, "Should I keep it this way or do you think I would look better bare?" Finally Andy rose to her feet and said, "Ellie, I think you would look lovely either way! Now, lady, get your fat ass in gear and start working off some of that lard!" When Ellie moved within reach, Andy took the woman into her arms and kissed her softly. Then she put her arms around her, pulled her close and proceeded to work her lips on the older woman's. The flow of love almost knocked Ellie down. When Andy finally released her, the woman's eyes were glazed and her breathing was ragged. Finally she murmured, "Wow!" With her respiration back close to normal she said, "I didn't know the half of it, did I? The love I mentioned earlier is all yours, Andy, isn't it? What Sam and I feel is just what spills over from the love you direct towards Jack and Kelly and Nita ... I guess a person can absorb only so much. You give so damned much, no one can take it all in, so the rest just spills over on the floor and floods the whole apartment." Then Ellie put her arms around Andy and proceeded to kiss her. She tried to do to Andy what Andy had just done to her. It was the first time she had ever tried to convey her love to a woman, but she did. Now it was Andy's turn to reel. Her eyes widened as she felt the woman's love flow into her. This time, Andy hugged her tightly and returned the kiss the same way. Using her tongue she surprised Ellie by probing her mouth. When their tongues touched there was a jolt of electricity through both of them. Slowly they eased apart. With her eyes wide Ellie said, "Thank you, Andy." Then she shook her head and said, "I'm a black woman but you don't care, do you?" Looking deeply into Andy's blue eyes she said, "Maybe you don't even know. To you we're just people, aren't we? Things like color or religion or nationality don't really register with you, do they?" Now her eyes were shining as she said, "I love you, Andy Taylor! I love you very much." Then she yelped and jumped. Andy had just pinched her hard on one of her soft ass cheeks. Pretending to glare at her Andy said, "I may not recognize colors but I sure can recognize flab! And I hate pinching flab! Now get your fat black ass in gear and do something so I can have a nice tight ass to pinch in a few weeks." Ellie just grinned while she lightly rubbed her wounded bottom. After Andy asked Kelly to get Ellie started on the exercise machines, she slipped outside to start swimming laps. Getting off her machine Kelly grinned as she went over to Ellie. Then she took the woman into her arms and kissed her the same way her mother had. Kelly could feel the woman's knees weaken so she let her sag until they were both kneeling at a point where exercise mats covered the floor like a thin mattress. Easing the woman down on her back, Kelly continued to kiss her with all the love she possessed. Seeing what Kelly was doing, Nita came over and joined them, going down on her knees across Ellie's body from Kelly. When Kelly eased up, but before Ellie could move, Nita was crushing her lips to hers. Seeing that her hips were writhing, Kelly knelt between Ellie's now wide-spread legs and lowered her mouth to the woman's cunt. While Nita continued to kiss her, Kelly began to tongue her slit and found her clitoris with her tongue. Guessing what was about to happen, Nita lay across Ellie's chest and kept her pinned to the mat. Although she tried to struggle, the combined strength of the two girls was much too much for her to overcome. Ellie was beside herself. Never in her life had she had such an experience. As if the kisses she received from Andy weren't enough, now the two young women were working her over in a way she could not imagine nor had ever even dreamt of. Suddenly she felt her pelvis shudder as an orgasm overtook her. Feeling her love juices flowing in a flood, she stopped struggling and just lay back on the mat to savor the feeling. As she did, the two girls quickly changed places. Now it was Kelly who was working on Ellie's lips while Nita worked on her cunt. Although she could see nothing, she could feel her legs being lifted and then placed over Nita's shoulders. Then she felt the girl's tongue probing her insides and licking her slit. Reaching another orgasm, she tried to scream but Kelly's mouth was covering her own. At the same time she felt a wonderful sensation as soft fingers — probably Kelly's — stroked her tits. To the woman's amazement her nipples were erect and throbbing. As Kelly continued to work on them, she tried to scream with the combination of pleasure and pain. This time she released the scream since Kelly removed her lips and began to bite her nipples. Incredibly, Ellie realized that Nita, eating her cunt, had brought her to continuous orgasm. When the girl bit down on her turgid and now-so-sensitive clit, she fainted. Later, when she opened her eyes, she saw the two girls kneeling beside her facing one another. Both girls' torsos were upright and their hands were on their thighs as they just looked into her eyes and waited. Looking from one to the other she saw a look of puzzlement on both their faces that seemed as phony as a three-dollar bill. Grimacing, she said, "Okay. I'll bite. What's so puzzling?" "Ellie," Kelly said, trying her best to sound sincere, although it was obvious she was trying to suppress her giggles, "you're a black woman. We both drank from it and we agree: Your cunt doesn't taste like chocolate. Why not? I thought all black women did." Ellie just grinned up at them. When she did, she looked like a teenager. Kelly realized right then that Ellie was just a very short time away from being an incredible beauty. Then she shook her head and asked, "Why? Why did you do that? Why did you go down on a black woman?" "Speaking for myself," Kelly replied, "it's because I love you so much. It seemed like a nice thing to do. Did ... Did you like it? Did it feel good?" "Girls, you are too much! Both of you." Slowly she got up off the mat and went to the first machine. Kelly set it up and Ellie began her workout. As she did she said, "I didn't really know what to expect when I joined Sam here at the apartment. I certainly didn't expect what I found, though." She smiled and continued, "First of all, our love life hasn't been this good since our honeymoon ... In fact, I don't think it was this good back then. It's ... It's the loving atmosphere here. It's the whole family — and I'm counting you in, Nita. It's things like what you just did ... It's your kisses ... and your mother's. It's just all of the incredible love that's getting to both of us." She looked at them and continued, "Maybe that's why no one seems to mind being naked in the apartment. There's just so much love in the air, it keeps us all warm." Then she smiled warmly and said, "For that matter, if I ever start to feel cold all I have to do is look at Mr. Jack looking at Andy — he always is, you know. His love for her — and hers for him — is just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She shook her head as if to clear it and said, "I think I love you as much as I love my own child. In fact, I just might love you people more." She continued her workout while the girls went back to their machines. That night at the dinner table everyone was well dressed. Shortly after her first visit, Nita had moved out of her residential hotel and moved in with the Taylors. The other girls at the hotel were whispering that Nita was now a rich man's mistress and she said and did nothing to change their minds. The idea — in contrast to the reality — greatly amused her. In fact, when Sam came to pick her up in the Rolls, she was wearing an exquisite outfit she had purchased for herself with some of the money from the check that had appeared on her desk. As she left the hotel she looked like a rich man's mistress going to meet her lover. She loved the feeling and loved the looks — mostly of envy — she received from the other girls as the big car pulled away. Her progress towards becoming Kelly's physical duplicate was very good. In just a few weeks she had doubled her weight loading and doubled her number of reps. Now, all she had to do was double them both again and she would be there. To her delight Kelly coached her on all of the same things that she had previously worked on including etiquette, speech, handwriting and the classics. As Kelly and Andy both knew, Nita was a brilliant young woman. For Nita, dinner was the best time of the whole day. She sat across from Kelly, with Jack to her left at the head of the table and Andy to her right. The food was always utterly spectacular and the conversation was always thought-provoking. Tonight Jack and Andy were discussing the merits of several different wines that had been served. Although Andy and Kelly did all the cooking — Ellie watched them in utter amazement and said that she was attending the world's finest cooking school free — Ellie served the table. Although Jack and Andy had asked repeatedly, the Duncans flatly refused to dine with them. However, Andy could see both Ellie and Sam standing close to the door listening to the conversation. Addressing them, she said, "Ellie and Sam: Get your black asses in here this minute!" The two appeared looking very sheepish. Andy grinned at them and said, "You know what? You both look like seven-year-olds ordered to go to the principal's office. Personally, I think it's cute. However... ! It's clear that you are both interested in wines and in our dinner-table conversation. Therefore, it is decreed that you will both join us at the table ... and participate! This time I will not accept no for an answer." Although they both tried to argue, Andy was adamant. Sam drew up chairs and Andy seated Sam to her right and Ellie to Jack's right. They went back to their discussion of wines with the Duncans listening carefully, tasting the wines, but saying nothing. When dinner was finished, Jack suggested playing Bridge but Andy grinned and suggested Poker instead. Again she insisted that the Duncans join in, pointing out that poker is a good game for six and she was sure they both knew how to play — or at least Sam did. Sam was still sheepish as he set up the poker table. When they were all seated — the four women had joined in quickly to clean up the dishes and the kitchen — Jack asked what they were going to play for. With a big grin Andy announced that it was going to be strip poker. In spite of his initial nervousness, Sam found himself having a wonderful time. During a break in the play when the women left the table, Sam looked at Jack and said, "You know, my wife went in to complain to Miss Andy — excuse me, Andy. She told me about it before dinner. Well, sir, I don't think she's the one with the complaint. It's really me." Jack asked what the problem was and Sam told him how in just the week she had been with him, Ellie was sexually assaulting him with increasing frequency. "In fact," he said, "it's getting so I can't even get a full night's sleep. There I'll be sleeping comfortably with Ellie's beautiful hair spilling over my shoulder — she sleeps on my shoulder now, the way Andy sleeps on yours — when ... when I'm attacked! What is going on, anyway?" The four women returned to the room as Jack just looked at him and slowly shook his head. "Sam, have you ever heard Andy bleating about working out so she won't get killed when she's in bed with me?" Sam nodded his head. "It's unmitigated bullshit!" Jack exclaimed. "Look at me. Look at Ken Carlson. We're both big — and you certainly are, too. Sam, if we weren't, we would be dead. You see, our wives are real man-eaters. If we weren't big, we would be utterly destroyed." Jack looked thoughtful and continued, "I think it was Ken Carlson who first figured it out. He estimates that in order to survive we need to approximately double our wives' weights. Most of us don't quite make it. The girls typically run about 120 and we don't make 240. I guess I can ... maintain Andy's interest ... at about 220 or so." Looking at Sam he said, "Of course, Ellie is going to be losing some weight, so that should give you a bit of a break..." While he was speaking, Andy was making sad faces and murmuring, "The poor, poor man..." Then Jack said, "Look, Sam, you were an Army Ranger, right?" Sam nodded, puzzled at the direction Jack was taking. "Well," he continued, "what sort of assignments do the Rangers get? The lousiest, dirtiest, nastiest jobs, right? The ones no one else will touch — or could handle, if they did — right?" Again Sam nodded. "Well, damn it, man, what's your problem? For your whole damned Army career you were outnumbered, outgunned and fighting in rotten terrain. So what's changed? For God's sake, man, aren't you used to it by now?" Shaking his head sadly he said, "Sam, war is hell, but what's news about that? It's a dirty job, Sam, but someone always gets stuck with it." He shook his head and said, "There are compensations, though. For example, even though Andy is voracious, I sleep every night with female perfection. I feel her wonderful body molded against mine. I probe her marvelous wetness and feel her incredible body go wild against mine." Then he gave Andy the warmest smile she had ever seen and added, "And, of course, I swim in the most incredible love a man has ever experienced from the most gorgeous woman the good Lord ever created. Andy Taylor is a man's dream come true." The look he gave her was the warmest and most loving Andy had ever seen as he concluded, "And with luck soon her belly will begin to swell as she carries our children — the living, breathing products of our love for each other. I can't wait!" "And I can't either, darling," Andy replied softly. "Jack Taylor, I love you with all my heart!" Sam just grinned, got up from his seat and went around to where Ellie was sitting. She had been a loser in the game and was now stripped down to just her bikini. In spite of her extra weight, Ellen Duncan was utterly beautiful. Her belly was convex and her tits were large but still self-supporting. The rest of her extra weight was in her hips, thighs and bottom. In fact, even in her present overweight condition she looked like the model for an Italian Renaissance painter. To her surprise Sam scooped her up from her chair and into his arms as if she were weightless and then hugged her close to his bare chest. When he moved his face, she lifted hers up to meet him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Ellie concentrated on conveying the enormous love she felt for her husband. He was right, too. Her love had been increasing in intensity since she arrived in New York. After feeling the love and incredible passion in her kiss, he eased away and said, "Jack, I guess you're right. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it." Then looking into Ellie's eyes he said, "Wife, I need you where you belong: naked in my bed with your legs spread wide!" "Oh, dear," she said in a flat little-girl voice, "Andy, all we are is sexual playthings. Isn't it awful?" Then her voice changed and became deep and sexy as she said, "Well? What are you waiting for? I can't very well spread my legs when you're holding me like this." Then to the others in her normal voice she said, "Good night, all. Thank you for the wonderful evening. I'm sorry we have to leave so early but Sam is feeling a little peakèd..." The others laughed as Sam carried her from the room. Since their departure effectively broke up the game, Jack went off to get beers for the rest of them. While he was gone, Nita shook her head sadly and said, "It's all very well for the rest of you to joke, but what about me? As if it isn't bad enough having to watch you and Jack, and Kelly with Kevin when he's over here, now I have to look at Sam and Ellie, besides. But what about me?" "What about you?" Andy asked. "You've never mentioned a man. Do you have a boyfriend? My guess is no or we would have seen him — or at least heard about him — by now." Nita shook her head sadly and said, "No, Andy, never." Then she told them for the first time how she had managed to get into women's fashions and rise to her position as head buyer for one of the most prestigious stores in the country. Like Kelly, Nita was far smarter than her classmates in Brooklyn. Also like her, she had dreamed dreams of getting ahead and making a better life for herself. She, too, had grown up living with relatives all of whom had large families and had neither time nor money to spend on her. When she realized she had a flair for fashion, she had decided to develop it. First, she had gone to the public library where she used their file copies of women's fashion magazines going back in time, but also read back issues of Women's Wear Daily. In addition, she haunted the finest stores in New York, being thrown out time after time, in fact, because she never bought anything and store security was afraid she was a shoplifter or the confederate of a burglary gang casing the store. Finally, she lied about her age and at the age of sixteen got her first fashion job as a sales clerk in women's wear. Early on she discovered that, remarkably, few stores bothered to check either credentials or references. The result was that over time Nita embellished both. At the age of only nineteen she talked her way into a position at Bergdorf's and with her ability rocketed to the top position in only two years. There were two corollaries: First, the combination of her schoolwork, her fashion research and her jobs took all her available time. In fact, she had learned to subsist on only five or six hours of sleep a night in order to have more time for her research. Second, her interests were totally different from those of her contemporaries. While none of them knew what she was doing, they all assessed her as being very strange. The result — coupled with going to an all-girls high school — was that she never met any boys. "So that's the story of Anita Lucas," she finished. Then she added, "I guess that's why I love Kelly so much. We're really so very much alike." The two girls now slept in the same room and in the same bed. Whenever Andy had gone in late at night to check on them, she invariably found the two girls wrapped in each other's arms. Andy was finding herself feeling the same love for Nita that she did for Kelly. When she had spoken to Jack about it, he just grinned, shrugged, and told her to do whatever she wanted, but he wouldn't mind adopting another beautiful daughter. He now loved Nita very much, too, and with their constant teasing, Kelly and Nita were delights to have around. "What about men now?" Andy asked. "Do you ever meet any?" Nita looked thoughtful and said, "There's one. His name is Bill Johnson and he's the account supervisor on the Bergdorf account at our ad agency. I'm involved with him in selecting items to be featured in our ads in The New Yorker, New York Magazine and the women's fashion books." Then her face fell as she added, "Of course, since I'm as phony as a three-dollar bill, whenever Bill is around, I am as haughty as I can be to keep him away." "Tell me more about Bill Johnson," Andy said softly. "He's just great!" she said with her eyes lighting up. "He's six feet three, with light brown hair and grey eyes. He's always very well-dressed and he's really well-educated. I'm sure he's from a fine family because I know he graduated from Yale and then got his MBA from the Harvard Business School." "You really like him, don't you?" Andy persisted. She could see tears start to form and then begin to roll down Nita's cheeks as the girl just nodded rapidly. Andy just filed the information in her brain. ------- As Jack walked into the main sitting room of his club he saw most of the members present surreptitiously looking towards the corner. Stopping, he looked around and was not surprised to see Jim Duffy and Mike Higgins on their feet in the corner waving to him. As he went towards them, he felt a little odd. It was the first time he had worn good clothes during the day in months. His working uniform ever since his time in Los Angeles had been work boots, Levi's and a work shirt. Today he was wearing his blue blazer and gray flannel slacks with a blue button-down shirt and a striped tie. The purpose of the meeting today was to review the results he had achieved with Argus Construction, now a division of Pacific/Higgins. When he reached the men, it came as no surprise to find Kathy Carlson sitting there with them. She had been the object of all of the members' curiosity. Today she looked incredibly beautiful and elegant. Jack remembered that she was a partner in the finest law firm on the Pacific Coast, and today she really looked the part. After shaking hands with the men whose hands were out, he extended his hand to Kathy. Jumping to her feet she exclaimed, "Oh, pooh!" and melted him with a kiss. Ignoring all the men looking in her direction she wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and almost knocked him down with the power of her kiss. When she released him, Jack took a deep breath and said "Wow!" Then he frowned at her and said, "Look, lady! I'm a happily married man. But a few more kisses like that..." Kathy just grinned and stuck out her tongue. Taking a seat, Jack started to open his attaché case but Jim Duffy just shook his head. "Jack, what's the use? We already know the numbers and they are utterly appalling." Jack's eyes widened in surprise at Jim's opening comment. He was stunned because he thought he had been doing a good job. Jim and Mike just slowly shook their heads. Then Mike said, "Taylor, do you know what you've done?" All he could do was shake his head. "Well," Mike continued, "Kristin, as well as being my wife and about to become the mother of my first child, in her spare time is our chief financial officer." Mike shook his head, held up his hands and said, "Look, Jack, believe me when I say there's nothing personal. I mean ... Well, look, she is my wife and I love her desperately so when she tells me to give you hell, I have to do it." Mike's eyes widened as he appeared to be pleading for forgiveness in advance. Then he added, "Hell, Jack, what would you do if Andy told you there was something you just had to do. You would do it, right?" "But ... But what happened?" Jack stammered. "I thought we were doing pretty well..." Then in a very low voice he added, "Poor Andy is going to be crushed. She's been working so damned hard, too..." In fact, Andy had been doing in New York what earlier she had done in Los Angeles: Going from site to site doing the dirtiest jobs on every project, always including cleaning the latrines. Jack knew that all the crews adored her and would do anything for her. He had thought that, largely because of Andy's presence on the sites and all the work she had done, the men's productivity had been outstanding, but now he didn't know what had gone wrong. While he was reflecting, Mike continued, "But don't you see, Jack, that's the problem. Look, consider me to be giving you fourteen kinds of hell on instructions from my wife. She was utterly furious! Do you know what her parting words were?" Jack just shook his head. "She said, and I quote, 'If those two idiots in New York don't quit trying to bury us under mountains of money, I'll ... I'll make them invest it themselves! Then we'll see how much they like it.'" Now both Mike and Jim were grinning from ear to ear. Jim said, "Jack, you have been doing an utterly incredible job out here. You've been accounting for about two-thirds of our total profit on about half of the revenue. We don't know what you and Andy have been doing, but whatever it is, it sure works!" Jack grinned broadly as he felt a great sense of relief. Then they went on to tell him that they wanted to reconstitute the corporation again, this time as PHA Construction, Inc. Jim explained that was the reason Kathy was present. She opened her briefcase and took out copies of a contract for each of them. The three men reviewed it, with Jack's eyes widening as he realized what it would accomplish. He and Andy would end up owning 50 percent of the merged firm. Jim would remain chairman, Mike would be president, and he would be vice-chairman of the board. The three of them would also constitute the executive committee. "But what about finance, and legal, and stuff?" Jack asked. "Shouldn't those functions be represented on the executive committee, too?" "Are you kidding?" Mike asked, feigning amazement. "Jack, let's face it: The primary purpose of the executive committee is to give the three of us the opportunity to get in some poker. And if you think I'm going to let that shark I married sit down at a poker table against me, you need to have your head examined." Then he grinned and added, "It seems to me that the first time you met Kris she gave you a lesson in the game, didn't she?" Jack just grinned and shook his head. Then he objected to the division of ownership on the basis that he and Andy shouldn't have more than one-third, and 25 percent would be even better. Mike and Jim were adamant, pointing out that they were cheating him already when figured on a share-of-profits basis. Finally Jack was pounded into submission. Then he was surprised when Mike asked Kathy if she would excuse them. It was clear that she was a little hurt, but she immediately got to her feet. Jack helped her into the magnificent mink coat she had spread open on the chair beneath her and told her that Sam was waiting right outside the door to drive her to the apartment. By the time she arrived, Kris and Kimmie should already be there. They watched her as she strode across the room and were amused to see all the men's heads pivot to follow her progress across the room and then out towards the entrance. When she left, Mike just shook his head and said, "I'll apologize to Kathy later. I know she was hurt, and she is absolutely the last person on earth any of us want to hurt." He sat down again and looked up at the ceiling reflecting. Then he said, "All I owe Kathy Carlson is the life of my best friend, my business, my wife and the prospect of becoming a father in just a couple of months." Looking at Jack he said, "What it nets out to is I only owe her all my happiness and all my prospects for happiness in the future." He shook his head sadly and said, "And she's the person whose feelings I just hurt!" Then he brightened and said, "But it's for her own good ... I hope!" He then told Jack that Kathy owned 16 percent of the old Pacific/Higgins. But now, with all of the Pacific/Higgins stockholders being diluted, her share was being diluted down to 8 percent. He looked at Jack and said, "That's the purpose of this meeting. Jim and I would like to ask you and Andy to give Kathy 4 percentage points of your stock. What do you say?" he concluded. "I say no!" Jack exclaimed. Now it was Mike's and Jim's turn to look crushed. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say. Then Jack grinned and said, "We're giving her 8 points. If my mental arithmetic is right that would give the Higgins and Duffys 21 points each, Andy and me 42, and Kathy and Ken would have the remaining 16. How's that sound?" "It sounds much too generous to me, but I'm not going to fight you." Then Mike Higgins grinned and said, "As the principal shareholder — and the member at this club — it's now your job to buy drinks for your new partners!" The men adjourned to the bar to have a drink to celebrate and to wait for Sam to return with the car. When they got back to the apartment, they learned that Ken's plane was landing so Sam left immediately to pick him up at Kennedy. Andy was positively beaming at Kristin and Kimberly who were still frowning at her. She had not only insisted on kissing their shoes, but after explaining who they were, Kelly did, too. It was repeated when Kathy arrived. Kris and Kim, in spite of being in the seventh month of their pregnancy, were not bulging at all. In fact both women looked utterly magnificent. Andy just shook her head and said, "Kris and Kim, now I know what they mean when they talk about a woman's fulfillment as a woman! You are both so gorgeous! You just radiate happiness. How do you feel?" Kimberly Duffy just shook her head and said, "Andy, you have it right. I have never felt so good or felt so good about myself as I do right now. I can't tell you what it's like to have Jim rest his fingers lightly on my abdomen and feel our baby kicking inside me. We're both ecstatic!" While the others were being served drinks by Kelly and Ellen, Jack took Andy aside and told her about the new structure and the need to get Kathy to accept. Andy grinned and told him that, in addition, she wanted to give $100 million of their money to Kathy, as well. She pointed out that — typically — she was being cheap. "When we entered into this deal," she said, "We had about $1.5 billion between us. Now we have $2.1 billion and the total is rising fast." She grinned at Jack and said, "After all, Kris was giving you hell about loading her down with all that money — this is just our chance to try to get even." Then she asked Jack to contact Sam on the car phone and tell him to call when he was about thirty minutes from the apartment. Jack was puzzled by her request but immediately did what she asked. After having a drink Andy stretched and announced that she was going to work out and asked if any of the other women wanted to join her. They all jumped at the chance and Andy led the way. Entering the exercise room, the first thing Kathy saw was the new torture rack in the corner. As Andy had said she would, she had had the new one made three times stronger than the original that she had bent out of shape when Kathy had tickled her. While Kathy looked at it, Andy kept her fingers crossed. She was counting on Kathy's curiosity getting the best of her ... and it did. After a quick workout — Andy set up Kathy so the rack would be in her sight-line as she exercised — Kathy went over to inspect the rack more closely. Turning to Andy she finally asked, "What ... What does it feel like, Andy? How does it feel to be suspended on this thing?" "Would you like to find out?" Andy asked innocently while mentally cheering. Kathy jumped at the chance so Andy gave her the wrist and ankle bracelets to put on, then put the collar around her neck herself. With Kim and Kris watching with interest, she fastened the hooks to the rings on the bracelets and the neck band. Then she looked at Kathy and cocked her head. Kathy's body was utterly magnificent as it was spread-eagled by the rack. When Andy left the room and returned with a handful of long feathers, Kathy's eyes widened. "What are you doing, Andy?" she asked with just a hint of fear in her voice. "I just wanted to see what it feels like. You can let me down now." "Oh ... In just a few more minutes, Kath," Andy replied as she twirled a feather between her fingers and seemed to be fascinated by it. "There is just one little thing, though..." "What's that?" Kathy replied. Now she was beginning to get nervous. "Well..." Andy said, drawing out the word, "it has to do with the shares in the new PHA company. We — Jack and I — have decided to give you eight percentage points of ownership and we want you to accept it as our gift." "That's the dumbest, most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life!" Kathy exclaimed. "Do you have any idea of its value? Andy Taylor, that is absolutely idiotic!" "Oh," Andy said quietly, "I guess I didn't explain the advantages of your share ownership well enough, then..." After giving feathers to Kris and Kimmie, she tilted the rack so that Kathy was nearly horizontal. Acting like artists approaching a canvas they each took a spot — Andy and Kimmie were on each side of her ribs while Kris began on her feet — they began lightly to tickle her. In no time Kathy — who, from a story she told about meeting Ali Clifford for the first time, Andy knew to be very sensitive to tickling — was screaming with a mixture of laughter and tears. The three watched in fascination as her incredible muscles bulged as she tried everything to get away from the torment. It was to no avail. Periodically, Andy would signal a stop. It gave Kathy a chance to catch her breath and also offered Andy the chance again to ask her to accept the shares. When she refused, the next cycle of tickling was both more intense and lasted longer. Finally, Kathy could take it no longer. Sweat was pouring from her golden body, her hair was in strings, but still she looked incredibly beautiful. And she gave up. "Promise?" Andy said skeptically. "Do you swear that you won't renege when we let you down? I don't want to listen to you bleating about coercion. Katherine Hughes Carlson, the only damned way anyone can ever get you to accept anything is with coercion. Do you swear?" "I give up," Kathy gasped. She still had not completely recovered her breath. "I swear I'll accept the damned shares." Then she glared at Andy and said, "But I will get even with you, Andrea Pierce Taylor! You can bet on it." "I'm sure you will," Andy replied. "In fact, I'm looking forward to it. I haven't been beaten in months. In fact, I got this wonderfully strong torture rack and I have never even used it." Then she looked at Kathy with her eyes wide and guileless. "Kath, there is just one more little thing. Now I promised I wouldn't tickle you any more..." Just then the phone rang with the intercom signal. When Andy answered it she learned that Sam had just called. Ken would be there in thirty minutes. She smiled to herself: The timing was going to be perfect. Returning to Kathy she said, "I promised not to tickle you any more, and I will honor my word. However, I have a small check here from Jack and me that we want you to promise to accept as our small gift to you. Will you?" As she finished she tilted the rack again so that Kathy was again upright. "Small check?" Kathy asked skeptically. "How small?" "This small," Andy replied, holding up a check in front of Kathy's face made payable to her in the amount of $100 million. "One hundred million dollars!" she exclaimed. "Have you totally lost it? Did Jack scramble your brains when he beat you that last time? Andy Taylor, the answer isn't no... It's hell no!" "Golly," Andy said in a very flat tone of voice, "I never would have expected you to turn down a nice gift like this." Then she glared at Kathy and said, "Didn't your mommy ever tell you that it hurts people's feelings to have a nice gift rejected? You're supposed to accept it whether you really like it or not. Katherine Hughes Carlson, I'm surprised at you!" Andy said with her eyes wide. Then she appeared thoughtful and added, "I guess you missed some valuable training from your parents..." She smiled and said, "Well, we'll think of something." "You can't tickle me!" Kathy cried. "You promised!" "Sure did, didn't I?" Andy said quietly. Then she left the room and came back a few moments later with a small vial that looked familiar to Kathy although she couldn't place it. In fact, it was the liquid that Marie had used on her the first night at Kapalua. Then she went to the rack and turned it 180 degrees. Now Kathy's head was at the floor and her feet were pointing towards the ceiling. After locking the pivot mechanism in position Andy put very large quantities on Kathy's clitoris, labia and at the mouth of her vagina. She waited for a period of time to be sure the substance penetrated, then rotated the rack again. This time she left Kathy reclined about thirty degrees from the vertical. Again opening the vial she spread the liquid on Kathy's nipples and the areolas of her breasts. Standing back she said to Kris and Kim, "Well, now we just watch." Although none of the women had any idea what the substance was, both Andy and Kathy knew it was very fast-acting. The three women watched in amazement as Kathy's labia swelled. Then they saw her clit in an incredible erection protrude through her swollen nether lips as Kathy began to moan and writhe in sexual wanting. In no time Andy was feeling for the poor woman. She was totally unable to get relief from the incredible burning in her cunt. Already she had identified the substance. Kathy remembered that Ken had taken her only moments after Marie had applied it to her body but already she was writhing on the bed. This time there was no relief available. Kathy's muscles bulged as she tried to get free. In spite of the strength of the new rack, Andy and the girls watched in amazement as Kathy bent it out of shape. Now she was crying with a hopeless-sounding cry. Just then the phone rang again. It was Jack to say that Ken had arrived. Andy breathed a sigh of relief. If he had not yet arrived, she did not know what she would have done. Then she said, "Kathy, have you reconsidered? Wouldn't you like to have the money? And then get some relief? For some reason I think you would like to have Ken inside you pretty soon." "I give up!" Kathy screamed. "I will do anything, sign anything ... Oh God! Please help me..." Andy grinned and asked Kim to get Ken. After she and Kris tilted the rack back to the horizontal, Andy pushed a padded table under Kathy that no one had seen before. It provided support for her body. Then they unfastened the hooks holding Kathy's ankles although they left her wrists and neck still attached to the rack. Just then Ken appeared in the room. When he saw his wife in obvious torment, he was amazed. "Ken," Andy said softly, "Your wife needs you... badly!" While he quickly stripped off his clothes, Andy motioned to the other girls to leave with her. Ken was bare and about to enter Kathy when they closed the door behind them. It was almost an hour later when Kathy came staggering out of the exercise room, still naked. Andy was there to catch her and immediately took her into the guest room where she and Ken would be staying, then into the shower. After washing off the sweat that covered her beautiful body, Andy helped her into the bathtub into which she had poured a quantity of musk oil. Andy stayed in the bathroom with her; in her condition she was afraid Kathy might fall asleep and drown. Then she half-carried, half-led her to a massage table where she proceeded to work on Kathy's still-knotted muscles. Then she carried her, now sound asleep, to the bed. After covering her golden body, Andy kissed her with all the love she possessed. In spite of her condition, she could feel Kathy returning the kiss with a flow of her own incredible love. ------- Chapter 8 It was almost nine o'clock the next morning when Kathy came limping into the kitchen. Jack, Mike Higgins and Jim Duffy had already had breakfast and had left to look at some of the construction projects. Ellie was working out in the exercise room, while Andy and Kristin Higgins were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "Purely as a humanitarian gesture, could I have some coffee, too?" Kathy croaked. Andy jumped up to get the pot while Kathy carefully lowered herself into a chair and spread her legs wide. When she did, the lips of her labia spread apart exposing her slit and her clitoris all of which were flaming red. Her breasts were also raw and red as she leaned back against the wall and softly moaned. "What's the trouble, little sister?" Andy asked as she gave her a mug of strong black coffee. "A bit out of shape? Is all your lovemaking finally getting to you?" Kathy took a big sip of coffee ignoring the fact that it was extremely hot. After a second sip, she looked up at Andy and said, in a completely flat tone of voice, "Big sister, I hate you." She just shook her head and asked woefully, "Andy, was all of that really necessary? Look at my poor cunt! It's utterly destroyed. It was all I could do to take Ken this morning without fainting from the pain." Then with a tiny grin she added, "Of course, that's the only thing that would have stopped me." She glared at Andy and said, "And it's all your fault, too!" "What did I do?" Andy asked innocently. "All I did was prepare you for Ken. What's so bad about that?" "Thanks a hell of a lot. That ... that ... stuff ... nearly destroyed me. The only way I could keep from going crazy was to have Ken's huge cock constantly probing my insides. I couldn't even let him stop. Then look at my poor tits!" She looked down at her chest and cringed. "My God! They look like a dog has been chewing on them." "What did happen?" Andy asked softly. "I had to have Ken chew on them. I guess I got carried away. I can remember screaming at him, telling him to bite off my nipples." Looking down at her chest she said sadly, "From the looks of them, he almost did." Then she looked up at Andy and asked again, "But, big sister, why? Why did you do this to me?" "Because I love you so damned much," Andy replied softly. Then with a grin she added, "And besides, it was for your own good. You know damned well how I hate to write small checks. Well Jack and I were talking. We know you're just a lawyer, and lawyers can't count. Well, I had visions of getting a panicked phone call from you because you needed ten or twenty bucks. We just decided that if we establish a little nest egg, you could take care of your own petty cash." Kathy just grinned and shook her head saying, "My! That's a different term for $100 million: petty cash." Then she reached out her arms and with a little yelp, Andy sat across her lap, ignoring Kathy's chafed breasts and loins, and proceeded to melt her lips into hers. It was, by far, the best kiss the two women had ever exchanged. Their extraordinary love for each other just flowed between them. While their lips were locked together, Andy's tongue was probing Kathy's mouth while her fingers were gently caressing her neck and shoulders. For her part, Kathy was lightly running her fingers over Andy's perfect body focusing particularly on her gorgeous breasts and nipples. Finally they eased apart and Kathy said softly, "I adore you, Andy Taylor. I just hope you know that?" Then with a grimace she said, "However, you're not getting any lighter and my body is certainly shot to hell..." Andy just kissed her again and said, "I adore you, Katherine Hughes Carlson. You are truly my savior on earth." With that she got back on her feet. After another sip of her now-cooling coffee, Kathy looked at Kris Higgins and asked, "Where's the other Bobbsey twin?" Kris had been watching the exchange between the pair with great interest. The incredible love shared by these two women was now beginning to be clear to her. Kris just shook her head and asked, "Kathy, have you put your head on yet? What an all-galaxy dumb question that is! With a garage-full of spectacular motor vehicles, where in hell do you think she'd be?" She grinned broadly and added, "Besides, this is the very first Rolls limousine Kimmie has ever had a chance to work on. "Then there's Andy's pickup." Kris shook her head and said to Andy, "You know, that is really a piece of work. I remember when she dropped it off at Kathy's place for you to use. Although it looked like a piece of shit, mechanically and structurally it was in far better condition than when it was brand new." She looked into Andy's eyes and said softly, "Andy, I guess you know — or ought to — that for Kimmie it was truly a labor of love. Kimmie really does love you." Then she looked thoughtful and asked Kathy, "But what are we going to do about Andy? She and Jack own nearly half of the damned company. All the rest of us have jobs, but what about her? What can she do?" Cocking her head she asked, "Do we have any jobs open for high-school dropouts?" Kathy pretended to look thoughtful while trying to control her grin. Finally, she snapped her fingers and said, "I have it!" Looking at Kris she said, "Let's look at it objectively. What does she know? Not much. What are her strengths? Well, I don't know if they're really strengths or not, but she's a great bullshit artist and she's certainly practiced in cheating and deceit. Now, Kris, I ask you? What does that add up to?" "Of course!" Kris exclaimed. "Marketing and advertising!" Putting out her hand she said, "Congratulations, Andy, on your election as senior vice president — marketing!" Andy tried to stick out her tongue but couldn't control her laughter. "Okay, turkeys," she finally said. "I guess I deserved that one." Then she kissed each girl in turn. As she did, the phone rang but with a different ring sound. It was the ring indicating a call from the building's reception desk. After answering it Andy smiled and told the security officer to send the guest up. She was waiting at the opened front door when the elevator doors slid back and Barbara Cumings came towards her with her hand outstretched. Her left hand was occupied with an artist's case. Ignoring the girl's extended hand Andy took her into her arms, kissed her warmly, and then held her with both hands to get a good look at her. "Barbara, you are looking wonderful!" she exclaimed. "You look better every time I see you." Barbara Cumings was the girl who Andy and Jack had tortured for nearly two weeks over eighteen months earlier. She was five feet five inches tall with short golden-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her figure was already very good and was getting better by the week. The girl smiled warmly and said, "It's all finished, Andy ... At least, I hope it is. I thought I would bring it over for you to look at it before I frame it. Do you have a minute to take a look?" Andy led the way back to the kitchen where she introduced Barbara to Kristin and Kathy. At the same time she quickly explained who Barbara was. After greeting Andy's guests, Barbara took a large thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper out of her case and carefully unwrapped it. When the paper was loose, she looked around the kitchen and found a suitable spot for her purpose on a kitchen counter just a few feet away from the table where the women were sitting. While shielding the picture with her body, she completed unwrapping it, sat it on the counter and let it lean against the wall unit. Then she stepped back, looked at the women and waited for their reaction. It came immediately. Andy just gasped. Kathy's and Kris's mouths opened to each form a large 'O'. Kathy was the first to speak: "Barbara, it's utterly fantastic!" While they were admiring the painting, Andy's thoughts went back to that very fateful day when Barbara had reappeared for the first time following her degradation. ------- It was Wednesday of the week following Kelly's disappearance and Andy was utterly beside herself with worry. It was the fourth day with still not a single word from Kelly, nor information of any kind about her whereabouts. By this time Andy was so keyed up she literally jumped when the phone rang with the characteristic ring indicating a call from the building's receptionist. Hoping for word about Kelly, Andy picked up the instrument before it rang for the second time. She was stunned to learn that it was a visitor, Barbara Cumings, to see her. Miss Cumings did not have an appointment. The visit was one that Andy had been both expecting and dreading. By now enough time had passed for Andy to realize that Barbara's torture and humiliation had served a positive purpose: She had become so totally disgusted with herself and her behavior that when she encountered Kimberly and Kristin in Las Vegas she jumped at the opportunity — no matter how unpromising it might have been — to do something about it. Since she had been expecting to see Barbara again, Andy had thought through exactly what she intended to do. Although she vaguely realized that the circumstance of Kelly's disappearance offered her an out, she refused to take it. When she received the call from the lobby, she was wearing her Levi's and work shirt. As soon as she hung up the phone she stripped off all of her clothing and went to the entrance hall to wait for the elevator to bring Barbara up. When the doors silently slid back on their tracks, she saw Barbara standing there. When Barbara first saw Andy standing proudly naked, her eyes widened but almost instantly returned to normal. The girl's face was totally impassive and her expression — a faint half-smile — was inscrutable. "Good morning, Barbara," Andy said, "you're looking very good." With a small smile she added, "Far better than when I saw you last." The girl said nothing, but merely nodded her head. Andy took a deep breath and her smile disappeared. She said, "I guess we might as well get started. Will you follow me, please? The apartment has been totally rebuilt since you were last here." Leading the way, Andy brought her to the exercise room. Opening a small chest in the back corner she took out four coiled whips of various sizes. After giving them to the girl she straightened her back and waited. Barbara Cumings was utterly overwhelmed. She had spoken to Kelly regularly since the girl had come to live with the Taylors. Although she had never said a word about it to Kelly, Barbara had been nearly certain from the very beginning that Andy Pierce was Andrea Taylor. Having always been very artistically talented, Barbara had used a good deal of the money she had earned from her slavery to pay for art school. In her classes she had learned how to look beneath the surface of a model and see the real person underneath. Since 'Drea Taylor was always very much on her mind, applying what she had learned to what she had observed in 'Drea, Barbara had become convinced that she was potentially an incredibly beautiful woman. While pretending to examine the whips, in reality she was carefully examining Andy. In spite of her developed expectation, Andy's appearance came as a real shock. She was now the most intensely beautiful woman Barbara had ever seen. Standing the way she was now, with her back straight and her arms at her sides, it was apparent that the woman's body was utterly flawless. Now Barbara turned her attention to the whips Andy had given her, focusing particularly on their tips. Examining the heaviest one, she cringed as she saw tiny bits of flesh still caught in the braided leather. Her trained eye also saw the unmistakable signs of blood that had penetrated and discolored the leather in spite of efforts made to clean and oil it following its last use. Dropping the other whips on the floor, Barbara held the heavy one by its handle, let it uncoil and then snapped it on the floor. "I think this one will do," she said in a very cold tone of voice. Then she added, "At least we can use it to get started." Andy was fully prepared to allow herself to be beaten to death. Briefly she thought of calling Jack to say goodbye but rejected the idea. It might remind the girl to torture Jack, too. Furthermore, if she did call him, he would be home in a flash to stop her torture. She could not allow that to happen. With her face impassive she asked, "Would you like to begin on my chest and loins or on my back?" Barbara just slowly shook her head. Looking at the strange metal fabrication in the corner, she recognized it immediately from Kelly's description. Although Kelly told her there was a torture frame, she had no idea how it worked. Now seeing it, Barbara knew instantly. It was sized for Andy's body. Impassively she said, "Before I start I want you immobilized. That is what the frame is for, isn't it?" "Yes, it is," Andy replied. Then she went back to the chest and took out the wrist and ankle straps which she began to put on. While she was attaching them she explained to Barbara exactly how it worked. She showed the girl how it could spin on its central axle so that Andy could be upright, upside down, or in any intermediate position. With the bracelets attached, she gave Barbara the collar to put around her neck, then took her position in the frame holding her arms outstretched to each side so the girl could attach the rings to the snap-hooks on the frame. In just moments she was attached at all five points. While Barbara was looking at Andy, at the same time she was shedding her own clothes. In just moments she was also naked. Then Andy received a shock. Instead of standing back to be able to swing the whip freely, the girl dropped it on the floor and came close to her. Then she began to run her fingers slowly over Andy's body while moving her head to allow the room's bright light to play across it. "How many strokes from the whip did you receive the last time, 'Drea?" she asked. "It looks like it must have been over one hundred. Although the marks have mostly faded, they are still visible if you know what you're looking for." "I don't understand," Andy protested. "You can see that I'm now completely recovered. You said yourself that you can't even see them if you don't know what you're looking for or where to look. What difference does it make?" With anguish in her eyes she said, "Barbara, why aren't you beating me? That is what you came here for, isn't it?" Then with the least hint of a smile she added, "I know you are going to beat me — and I certainly deserve it — but could you call me Andy? Please? I don't use 'Drea' anymore. Now I utterly detest the name." Barbara looked at her and said, again with no inflection in her voice, "Okay. Andy it is." Then she continued, "I came over today to get even with you for what you did to me when I was here last. It's obvious that you were expecting it, and — it appears — relishing the prospect." Now her piercing eyes were driving into Andy's as she said, "For now, I want you on this frame. However, I don't want to keep you on it all day. Andy, will you promise to do exactly what I tell you to do all day? Will you promise to answer any question I ask as honestly as you possibly can? Will you?" When Andy immediately agreed, Barbara just smiled and then tilted the frame backwards. She locked it in position when it was about forty-five degrees below the horizontal. Andy's toes were now pointing towards the ceiling. Moving in between her legs which were held wide apart by the frame, she studied Andy's crotch. She visibly winced when she saw the faint marks of the whip strokes across her inner thighs and into her cunt. "You were whipped in your crotch, weren't you?" "No, Barbara, not really..." "Andy!" the girl exclaimed, "you're lying to me! You promised to tell the truth. Who did it to you?" "It was Jack," she replied in a voice barely above a whisper. "I made him do it. I ... I thanked him after every stroke." Now she was crying as she continued, "It almost killed him, but he did it." "You love him very much, don't you?" the girl asked. Andy tried just to nod her head but with her neck attached by the collar to the frame, couldn't do it. Instead she just murmured, "Yes, I do." For Andy the surprises continued. First, Barbara returned the frame to its upright position. However, with Andy's greater height — she was three inches taller than Barbara — coupled with being held in the air with her toes almost a foot off the floor, Andy was too high for Barbara to do what she had in mind. She tilted the frame backward about forty-five degrees, and it accomplished her purpose. Going behind the frame, she stood beside Andy's head and lowered hers to kiss her lips. This was something Barbara had thought about a great deal. She had been looking forward to this kiss for months. Putting her lips softly against Andy's, she began to work them on Andy's. Andy was utterly stunned and shocked into immobility. Then she returned the kiss while trying to put everything she felt towards this girl — her regret, her shame, her apology — into it. When Andy's tongue darted into Barbara's mouth, the younger girl almost fainted from the intense jolt of electricity she felt flowing through her. Quickly recovering her composure, she returned it in the same fashion. Now it was Andy's turn to be stunned. When Barbara withdrew, her eyes were shining brilliantly. Andy asked, "What are you doing?" "I am kissing you," she replied matter-of-factly. "What in hell do you think I am doing?" Then she smiled warmly and added, "It was the finest kiss I have ever had in my whole life — from anyone!" Then taking advantage of Andy's immobility, she proceeded to kiss Andy all over her face and head. She kissed her eyes, her ears, her cheeks and her neck. Steadily she moved her lips down Andy's body kissing everything she could. When she reached Andy's shoulders, she confirmed what she had initially suspected: The woman was in incredible physical condition with just the smoothest, softest skin over very hard muscles. There was no fat anywhere. When she started to kiss Andy's tits, the woman tried to squirm away but couldn't move more than an inch or so in any direction. Andy's experience was utterly overwhelming. When Barbara had kissed and stroked everything within reach, she went around the frame, stood between Andy's legs and continued the process. Continuing her kissing she finally got to Andy's pelvis. At that point she broke it off and moved down to Andy's feet after tilting the frame again, this time putting Andy's head below the horizontal. Beginning with the toes of the right foot, she kissed and licked and stroked as she moved up the calf to the thigh. Again when she neared her crotch she stopped and went down to the left foot and repeated it. Finally, she reached Andy's crotch. This time she focused her attentions on Andy's vulva. Carefully she licked behind the folds of her labia and then spread them apart with her fingers revealing the clitoris, now erect and throbbing in sexual excitement. After working on it for a while, she was rewarded with a flood of Andy's cum cream. Still she neither stopped nor even slowed down. Recognizing from what Kelly had told her that Andy was now extremely sensitive sexually, she brought Andy to the condition Kelly had described but which Barbara had not believed: She was in continuous orgasm. Continuing to work on her Barbara kept tonguing up the incredibly sweet and succulent cream. Finally, when she bit Andy's clit, the girl lost consciousness as she sustained an overwhelmingly powerful orgasm. When she regained consciousness, she found Barbara just looking down at her. After blinking once, her eyes stayed open. There was only a hint of a grin on the girl's face as she then loosened the stops on the frame and then turned it so that Andy was face-down and almost horizontal. Now her feet were higher than her head. Because of her position there was little Andy could see except the floor. She groaned when she felt Barbara's hands on her tight buns. Then she could feel them spread wide and Barbara said, "Jack often takes you in the ass now, doesn't he?" "How can you tell?" Andy asked without answering the question. "Andy," Barbara reminded her, "you promised to tell me anything and do anything I ask of you. You didn't answer my question." "Yes, he does," Andy admitted. "I guess it's at least two or three times a week. But how did you know?" "It's the only way I know that a woman's anal ring can become stretched as much as yours is now." Then she asked, "Do you like it?" "I love it!" Andy replied. Then she screamed as she felt Barbara's tongue trying to penetrate her anus. The feeling was utterly incredible. Then the younger girl proceeded to kiss her back the way she had worked on the front of Andy's body. It was only when she stepped away for a moment that she realized the enormous strain Andy's body had been under. Checking a wall clock Barbara realized that she had been working on Andy for over ninety minutes and the woman was supported with almost all her weight on her wrists and ankles. Barbara asked, "Andy, if I let you down will you swear to continue to do exactly what I tell you? Swear?" For nearly an hour Andy had felt as if her arms were being pulled from their sockets. So when Barbara asked, Andy immediately agreed and Barbara let her down. When she was released from the hooks, Andy fell to the mat beneath the frame and lay there unable to move. Barbara lifted Andy's body to a sitting position and took her position behind her. In spite of her best efforts Andy was unable to suppress a groan of pain. Kneeling behind the woman, Barbara began to knead the muscles in Andy's arms and shoulders. With her sensitive fingers she could feel the knotted muscles throbbing beneath them. Gently at first, and then with increasing force, she began to work on the muscle knots that had formed immediately after her release from the frame. Although she tried to suppress it, Andy let out a groan of relief as the girl continued to work on her. After easing down the pressure in her fingers, Barbara finally stopped. Still kneeling behind the sitting Andy, she leaned forward and kissed her right ear and whispered, "Andy, Kelly told me you are a spectacular cook. I would like you to prepare the same lunch for me that you made for her the first day she came here. Do you remember what you made?" "Close enough, I think," Andy replied. "In the meantime, though, I need to get rid of all the water you've been giving me to drink, so if you would let me up... ?" "Just stand up and do it here," Barbara ordered. When Andy began to protest she was reminded that she had agreed to do whatever Barbara told her to do with no questions asked! With the greatest reluctance Andy did as she was told. Moving beneath Andy's body, Barbara caught her yellow stream of urine in her mouth and let it flow straight down her throat. Sensing that the urination was ending, Barbara held the liquid in her mouth so she could taste it. When she did she murmured, "Yum! Kelly was so right! Andy, everything about you is exquisite — and so sweet!" Then looking up at the woman she added, "Everything Kelly told me has turned out to be at least directionally accurate ... Although in honesty, it has always turned out to be understated." Then Barbara had an idea and said, "Andy, before you prepare lunch would you feel better if you had a short workout on these machines? I tried to fix your muscles but, to be honest, you are so much stronger than I am, I'm not sure how much I was able to help you." Andy just nodded gratefully and got on the first machine. Since the weights were already at her presets, she just began to work out. For her part, Barbara just looked on in awe as she saw Andy's incredible muscle development revealed as she exercised. On several occasions, when Andy was midway through an exercise movement, Barbara asked her to stop. Each time, she did. Then Barbara lightly ran her fingers over the muscles on Andy's body that were bulging and usually vibrating from the strain of holding the heavy weights immobile. After watching Andy on two of the machines, Barbara decided to try it for herself. She found out what Kelly had discovered weeks earlier: She could not even move the weights that Andy seemed to manipulate so effortlessly. After some experimentation — finally shedding about three-quarters of Andy's weight — Barbara started working out herself. After a fast thirty minutes on the machines, Andy had gone through her full cycle and told Barbara as much. After quick showers, the two women adjourned to the kitchen where Andy prepared their lunch while Barbara watched her with fascination. When she finished the perfect meal and Andy had produced fruit, cheese and crackers, Barbara said, "That was utterly spectacular. Your cooking ability is new, too, isn't it?" With a rueful grin Andy replied, "Barbara, when you were here the last time, I don't think I could have turned on the range, let alone cooked anything. In fact, if someone turned on the range for me, I doubt if I could have boiled water!" The smile on her face died as Andy added, "Mistress, what would you like to do now?" "Kelly tells me you have a beautiful swimming pool up here now. How about swimming — about a mile, maybe? Can you do it so soon after eating?" Andy just grinned and said she would make out. The day was developing in a very strange way. Having expected to be beaten — and probably killed — she was totally unable to determine what Barbara was doing — or why. The two women went out to the pool — the air temperature was only in the twenties — and both dove in. Barbara floundered for two laps and then just held on to the side of the pool as Andy continued to power up and back. It was clear to the younger girl that Andy was taking her seriously: She fully intended to swim over 1,600 meters or about sixty-five laps of the pool. After Andy had swum forty or so, Barbara waved her down. Then she diffidently asked Andy if she would give her some swimming instruction. Smiling warmly, Andy proceeded to work with the girl. In just a short time she was moving up and down the pool at least twice as fast as she had on her first lap. Finally Barbara called a halt. Looking at Andy she said, "Kelly told me you also have a sauna, now. I've heard about them but have never actually seen one. Could I take a sauna with you?" Andy just smiled, jumped out of the pool and then effortlessly lifted the younger woman out, too. Because of the height of the building, the wind was usually whipping across the roof. Now the freezing temperature coupled with the wind had Barbara's teeth chattering in just the time it took to cover the few feet from the pool to the sauna. As soon as she felt the 130-degree-plus heat of the sauna, the girl smiled. To her surprise Andy took the girl into her arms and hugged her tightly to transmit some of her body heat to the younger woman. Barbara hugged Andy tightly and wriggled her body against Andy's physical perfection. When Barbara's teeth stopped chattering, Andy released her and poured water over the hot rocks which instantly flashed into steam. Then she led the way to the bench where the two sat down and enjoyed the increasingly moist heat. Barbara was surprised at the rapid effect of the sauna on her body. In what seemed like no time at all, sweat broke out all over her and then started to roll off her body. Looking at Andy she saw that the same thing had happened to her. After telling Andy to lean back against the wall, Barbara began to lick the sweat off her body. Then she said, "Andy, raise your right arm straight up." Andy looked at her strangely but did as she was asked. She let out a little scream as Barbara began to lick the sweat from her armpit and then moved across her chest licking the sweat from her breasts and nipples and kept moving across to the other armpit. With both her arms upraised tears started to flow from Andy's eyes and down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this?" she wailed. Stopping what she was doing, Barbara lifted her head and replied, "Do you really want to know?" "Of course I do!" Andy exclaimed while still holding both arms straight up in the air. Barbara looked down at the wooden floor for a few moments while she organized her thoughts. Then she asked, "Do you remember the time near the end of my stay when I was going down on you? You screamed at Fletch saying, 'Beat the dirty whore! Kill her! Whip her ass off!' Do you remember?" The girl's words brought the scene back in Andy's mind. Reluctantly she nodded her head. Barbara continued, "Well, you were absolutely right. By then I was in tough shape. I had been drinking my urine and had eaten my own shit. When you screamed, I realized you were totally accurate: I was a dirty slut living on my own filth!" Looking into Andy's eyes she said, "Suddenly I realized what I had done to myself. Right then I vowed to use the money I was making to try to improve. That's what I did. Before you screamed, I was intending to use the money to get a better apartment and a better wardrobe so I could go after a higher class of customer as a prostitute." Barbara concluded softly, "Andy, you saved my life! You really did!" Then she went back to licking the sweat from Andy's body. She stopped suddenly when she realized that Andy was crying as if her heart were broken. By this time Barbara was licking the sweat pouring from Andy's crotch. Lifting her head she asked, "What's wrong, darling Andy? Am I hurting you?" "In a sense, yes," Andy replied as she tried to control her tears. "I deserve to be beaten. I don't deserve what you are doing: You are kissing me all over." Totally losing control Andy screamed, "Please stop! Oh God, please!" As she screamed Andy's arms were still extended up in the air. Since Barbara had said nothing, Andy had kept them there. With a very warm little grin Barbara shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Andy. The answer is no! I will not stop." Her grin broadened and she added, "However, I'm about to melt completely. Kelly said something about a pool you jump into when you get out... ?" Andy returned the grin and led the way out the door. Jumping into the refrigerated pool feet-first, she was surprised to find Barbara right behind her. As soon as her head popped to the surface, Andy jumped out and then pulled Barbara out, too. The two women ran into the shower room and Andy set the water to a temperature as hot as she could stand. Again she was surprised when Barbara insisted on washing her all over and then giving her a massage. By the time they had finished and Barbara had worked musk oil into her body, Andy was feeling very relaxed. She was lying on her back when the girl noticed tears beginning to stream from Andy's eyes. "What's wrong, Andy?" the girl asked. "Why are you crying?" Slowly shaking her head Andy cried, "Barbara, why are you doing this to me?" "I already told you," the girl replied softly. "You saved me from myself." Then as she tenderly smoothed the expensive oil into Andy's tits and gently teased her nipples into an erection she said, "There's one thing, though..." Opening her eyes Andy was looking directly into Barbara's piercing blue ones. "Anything!" Then she closed her eyes but continued, "I suppose you already guessed that I was prepared to allow you to kill me today." Again her eyes opened and this time they were piercing as she looked deep into the girl's. "You knew, didn't you?" With her face impassive the girl just nodded once quickly. While still on her back relaxing, Andy revealed the warmest smile Barbara had ever seen. She said softly, "Barbara Cumings, I was fully prepared to let you beat me to death. It should go without saying that anything short of that is okay, too. Now what is it you would like me to do? You already know that, whatever it is, my answer is yes." This time Barbara really smiled for almost the first time all day. At the same time she seemed hesitant, so there were very cute overtones of shyness as she said, "I would like four things: First, you will continue to do anything I ask for the rest of the day. Agreed?" Andy smiled and nodded. "Second, so I can try to get into shape, would you let me continue to use your exercise equipment and swimming pool?" Now she smiled warmly and said, "I'm starting to understand what Kelly meant when she told me about getting in shape. Andy, your body is feminine perfection! You are radiantly beautiful — but only a small part of the radiance is your physical beauty. Most of it is the radiance from your internal goodness showing through. You eat like a horse, you are incredibly healthy..." With a small smile she concluded, "I would like to try to become as much like you as I possibly can." "That's easy," Andy said. "What else? You said there were four things and so far I've only heard two." "Third: When Kelly comes back, could you please ask her to work with me?" Suddenly Barbara's face crumpled and she began to cry. "You ... you made her into a real lady! Of course ... of course, she's so pure and I'm a slut, but ... Could you ask? Please?" Now it was Andy's turn to cry. "I'm so scared! The poor kid is ... I don't know where. I'm not sure I'll ever see her again ... alive!" "That's exactly what I mean," Barbara continued. "What you have done with that girl is not to be believed! You see, Andy, while she is now a lady in the finest sense of the term, she sure as hell is no hothouse violet! Under that satin-smooth skin, she's exactly like you. There's steel there. She'll do just fine." "Are you sure?" Andy asked as her tears stopped and a look of hope came to her face. "I'm sure!" Barbara declared. "But what about my request? Will you ask her?" "Of course I will, and I'm sure she will love to do it." With a little gleam in her eye Andy asked, "Now: What's number four?" For some reason the girl seemed terribly embarrassed. Then she blurted, "Can I do your family portrait? You and Kelly and Mr. Taylor? Please?" Then she quickly explained, "You see, I mentioned that I used your money to go to art school. Well, we have to do a project ... I ... I would like to do a portrait of your family ... Nude!" When she spoke the last word, Barbara turned as red as a beet. "That's easy enough," Andy said softly. "But why the embarrassment?" "But ... But people will see it," the girl explained. "Are you sure you could do it?" "I think we'll manage," Andy explained. Then she told the girl how she had worked on the construction site in Los Angeles completely naked. "People were walking by the site all the time," Andy finished. "God alone knows how many people have already seen me bare. At this point it doesn't bother me a bit." Then she grinned and added, "I guess that makes me an exhibitionist, doesn't it?" Then she stuck out her hand and said, "It's a deal." Barbara took her hand and gripped it firmly. By this time Barbara had completed her massage so Andy swung her long legs off the table, got down and headed for the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Barbara challenged. Raising an eyebrow, but with a grin on her face, Andy replied, "Where does it look like I'm going? You've had me drinking water all day and I need to get rid of some of it." "Uh, uh," Barbara said. Then she produced a large container and said, "Use this." Andy immediately felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach but did as she was told. Barbara held the jar while Andy emptied her bladder. Then the girl produced a soup bowl, poured the urine into it and knelt down in front of it. "What are you doing!?" Andy cried. Without replying the girl lowered her face and began to lap up the yellow liquid with her tongue, looking like a cat as she did so. "But why?" Andy screamed. Still the girl kept at her work and after emptying the dish, licked it dry. Raising her head, Barbara sat back on her heels and said, "Kelly was absolutely right! She said even your urine is sweet — she loves it." Then with a little smile she added, "She told me how you drank hers regularly. She also told me about one night when you drank hers but wouldn't let her drink yours. She was really very disappointed. Honestly, Mrs. Taylor, she loves it." Then with a big smile she added, "And now I can certainly see why. It's luscious!" ------- Chapter 9 Andy just shook her head. Looking at the clock she was surprised to find that it was already after five o'clock. Because Kelly was still missing, Jack was making it a practice to come straight home after work rather than spending time checking out the whole construction site. As a result Andy heard the sound of the front door opening and then heard Jack calling to her. When she replied, he said he was going to take a shower. As she was about to acknowledge his statement, Barbara told her to ask Jack to come into the exercise room. When he entered the room he stopped short at the sight of Barbara. Immediately he remembered who she was. Although he tried to explain that he needed to take a shower, Barbara just shook her head. Responding to Barbara's orders, Andy asked him just to lie down on the mat. Then she quickly undressed him and looked up at the girl with a question in her eyes. "He said he needed to take a shower," Barbara replied to the unspoken question. "You can't give him a shower but you can give him a bath. Do it." To Jack's embarrassment and shock Andy knelt down over him and began to lick the dirt and sweat off his face. At the same time she kissed him all over. Moving down his body she licked off his chest and even made him raise his arms over his head so she could wash his armpits with her tongue while tasting his salty sweat as she did. Getting down to his crotch, she concentrated particularly on his balls and his cock which by now was in a raging erection. When she had cleaned him off to Barbara's satisfaction, the girl said, "You have been taking Mr. Taylor in your ass. I want to see you do it now." Then she grinned and added, "Mr. Taylor, Mrs. Taylor isn't the only one who has physically changed around here. You are gorgeous!" Then to Andy she said, "Looking at his beautifully full balls, it looks like he can keep you ... entertained." "He sure can!" Andy exclaimed. Then with a salacious grin she added, "And he does." Then to Jack she quickly explained what she had agreed to do. Finishing she said with a little smile, "So I'm afraid you're going to have to take me in my ass. I know how much you hate it, but..." She knelt down on the mat and raised her ass high in the air. As she relaxed her anal ring to receive Jack's raging cock, Barbara squirmed under Andy's raised pelvis and positioned her mouth against her crack. "What are you doing?" Andy asked with her voice muffled by the mat. After first running her tongue into Andy's moist crack and probing her vagina with her stiffened tongue the girl replied, "I'm going to be drinking your cum cream." Her voice was muffled by Andy's love box. The sensation of the girl talking with her lips against her cunt caused Andy to giggle merrily. Meanwhile, Jack was kneeling behind Andy and positioned the pink head of his cock against her ring. They were practiced enough that now he was able just to ease his cock slowly into her anal opening. As he did the sensation was utterly exquisite. When he began to move in and out, Andy began to groan with pleasure. But when she asked Barbara to move her legs between her arms so she could lick her cunt, the girl flatly refused. Soon Andy was screaming in ecstasy as she began to cum from both the feeling of Jack's huge cock reaming out her ass and Barbara's talented tongue probing her love box. To Barbara, Andy's performance was beyond belief. She had only to look up and she could see Jack's huge cock drive into Andy's enormously distended anus. After reaching continuous orgasm, Andy just kept rotating her ass and screaming at Jack to rip her apart. When Barbara sensed Jack was about to release at the same instant his cock buried itself in her ass she bit Andy's clit. With a keening scream of ecstasy, Andy fainted and collapsed on top of the smaller girl. Gently easing his shrinking cock out of her anal cavity, Jack knelt, rolled Andy over on her back and lifted her up to rest her head against his shoulder. As he did, he was startled to feel Barbara's lips on his cock carefully licking off the remains of his spend and Andy's anal residue. When he tried to stop her, she explained the day's ground-rules and refused. She finished before Andy regained consciousness, so Jack lowered her head and cradled it on his thighs. Meanwhile, Barbara also knelt, rested her weight back on her heels and watched. Jack reached down and gently caressed Andy's beautiful tits. Now, because of her sexual release, her nipples were flaccid. As she watched, she saw Andy's eyelids flutter and then open. Realizing her head was cradled on Jack's lap she looked up into his face and said softly, "Thank you so much, my darling. That was so wonderful!" Then she just wriggled her head and shoulders against the iron-hard muscles in his legs. "That was unbelievable," Barbara said softly. "You really enjoyed it, didn't you, Andy?" Closing her eyes, Andy just wriggled her body against Jack's legs and replied, "I sure did!" Then with the warmest smile Barbara had ever seen she added, "Can you believe it? I was married to Jack for eight years ... And then I fell head-over-heels in love with him. I utterly adore the man and I'm waiting for the day he completely rips me in half with his magnificent cock." Then with a quick motion, Andy raised her torso, spun on Jack's lap and crushed her lips to his. When she did, Jack just lay down and stretched out on the mat. With a little growl Andy moved as gracefully as a cat to lie on top of him. Meanwhile, their lips were still glued together. Then, while still kissing him, Andy raised her chest and began to move her breasts over Jack's broad chest. In just seconds her nipples were engorged and he could feel them moving on him. They both adored the sensation she created. Finally they broke the kiss. Sliding her body down his chest, Andy was able to rest her cheek on it. While her fingers were still moving over him, she looked at Barbara and asked, "What now, Mistress?" "Now I want Mr. Taylor to take you while you're on your back," she replied. Andy pretended to look puzzled and said, "There are two problems with that: First, I do not make love with Mr. Taylor. His name is Jack! Second, how can he enter my ass when I'm lying on it?" Barbara was taken aback by Andy's reply but then began to giggle as she realized she was being teased. Playing along, she shook her head and raised an eyebrow. Then she said, "Little girl, I'm afraid you need some lessons. Didn't you ever have sex education in school?" Slowly shaking her head Andy replied with a straight face, "I don't think so ... Of course, I cut more classes than I ever attended, so maybe it might have been one of those..." Then she brightened and asked, "Barbara, isn't that a course usually offered in senior year?" The girl nodded and Andy brightened. "Of course! I never made it to my senior year. So I guess the answer is no." "Just lay on your back and spread your thighs wide," Barbara said in the tone of voice appropriate for speaking to a small child. When Andy did, the girl ran her fingers lightly up her slit and then ran a finger up into her vagina. "Now, can you feel that? That's your vagina. Jack's cock goes into it." Frowning, Andy shook her head and said, "That's impossible. Your finger barely fits, and his sex is much larger than your finger ... And it's longer, too." Their banter continued until finally Jack gently entered her cunt. When he was all the way in, Jack just shook his head and said, "Barbara, I think you're wrong." The girl looked puzzled as he continued with his eyes wide, "Nothing's happening." At this point, Barbara broke up with laughter. Still playing their rôles, Andy and Jack just looked at her as if they had no idea what was so funny. Regaining control she said, "You two are too much!" Looking from one to the other she said, "I have never heard of anything like you two. You utterly adore one another and at the same time you don't take your lovemaking very seriously. You have fun together, don't you?" "Sure do!" Andy replied with a grin. But by this time her bodily needs had taken control of her vaginal muscles away from her brain. Using internal muscles, she began slowly to massage Jack's sex. When she did, he began to move in and out beginning with very short strokes — he was fully embedded, so he withdrew less than an inch — and then steadily lengthened them. When his strokes reached almost the full length of his long and thick cock, Andy moved her legs wide apart, swung them in the air and then rested them on his shoulders while loosely linking her ankles behind his neck. "Oh, Jack," she screamed, "you are so good! Ream my cunt! Split me in two!" Then in a voice scarcely louder than a whisper she added, "My darling, I love you so much!" This time Barbara was truly amazed. She could not conceive of two people being as attuned to each other as Andy and Jack were. Each seemed to be concentrating on creating the greatest possible pleasure for the other. Remarkably, it was incredibly beautiful to watch. She could see Jack reach a number of very small orgasms but each time, working together with her, he was able to control his release. For her part, Andy's orgasms became more frequent and more intense. When she was in continuous orgasm, it was like nothing the girl could even imagine. Now sweat was pouring off her body and her pelvis was in uncontrollable spasm. Her head was tossing from side to side and all the muscles in her lower body were in convulsion. As her muscles throbbed, Barbara could see again how developed and powerful they all were. She realized that a smaller, weaker man might get tossed off her. Finally, Jack could hold back no longer. Plunging his cock to its limit inside her, he released what seemed like gallons of cum into her gaping cunt. After the first instant when the intense shock hit her system, Andy fainted again. This time, when Jack withdrew, Barbara was beside him. Since Andy's ankles were still around his neck, her vagina was aimed upward and had become a vessel for his cum. Gently the girl moved Andy's legs from Jack's shoulders to her own and then began to drink the luscious fluids from her cunt. She was astonished at the quantity the woman held inside her and was still drinking when Andy's eyes blinked and then opened, focusing on her face as they did. "Do you like it?" Andy asked softly. "I think it's the most luscious cum in the world. Jack says it's great diluted with my love juices. Darling Barbara, what do you think?" Because she was enjoying it so much, all Barbara did was wriggle her shoulders and then bite down on Andy's clit. She came instantly and released another flood of her love juices. When she did, Barbara just licked them up, too. Finally after carefully licking every drop and cleaning off her slit, she eased Andy's legs back down to the mat. Then she just shook her head and said, "You two are utterly unbelievable! You don't make love ... You worship each other's body. You do, don't you?" "Barbara, it's something I learned from the woman who is my closest friend and my idol. She told me that to maximize my own enjoyment I need to work as hard as I can to maximize Jack's. I do, and she's right: The better I make it for him, the better it is for me." Then she frowned and said, "It's actually a competition, though. It seems he's been trying to do the same thing. Do you know what my problem is?" Barbara just shook her head, no. "It's the fact that I pass out every damned time now. How can I know if I'm enjoying sex more when I end up unconscious every time?" While she had been speaking, Jack had pulled her up so her head was on his shoulder. When he cupped her beautiful tit with his hand, Andy just wriggled as close to him as she could get and sighed happily. Then she said, "This is the way we go to sleep every night. My head is on his shoulder and I mold my body to his. When we wake up, I squeeze his hand or he squeezes my tit. Then before either of us is really awake, he takes me again." The smile on Andy's face was the warmest, most loving look Barbara had ever seen as she concluded, "It's absolutely the finest way possible to start a day!" Barbara just returned the smile with a very warm one of her own. Then she told Andy to take Jack's cock in her mouth. She did as she was told and soon had him ejaculating in her mouth. After swallowing all his succulent cum, she licked off his cock and looked for Barbara. The girl had gotten dressed while she was going down on Jack and was now gone. ------- Recovering from her reverie, Andy focused on the painting Barbara had taken from her artist's case. It was a nude painting of herself seated in a chair with Jack standing behind her and Kelly standing next to him. He had one hand on Andy's shoulder and the other resting on the glorious curve of Kelly's hip. Andy's hand was touching his. She just shook her head and said, "Bobbie, that is utterly incredible! You have Jack and Kelly exactly right, but what did you do to me? I can't possibly look like that!" Kathy said softly, "Andy, that portrait is absolutely perfect! I can feel your goodness radiating from the canvas. I can see the incredible love that you and Jack share as well as the intense mutual love among you, Jack and Kelly. It is unbelievable!" "What is?" Ken Carlson asked as he came into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe. "This is, darling," Kathy replied, showing him the painting. "What do you think?" While he looked at it and made comments similar to his wife's, Barbara was studying the couple and then softly gasped. Then she asked Kathy and Ken to come with her into the library. Seating Kathy on the same chair Andy had posed in, she asked Ken to take off his bathrobe and positioned him in a manner similar to Jack's pose. Sitting on the floor, she picked up the sketch pad she always carried in her case and began work on a charcoal sketch. Andy and Kris followed her in and stood behind her, watching. As she watched the girl's hand move so deftly, Andy realized how incredibly talented Barbara really was. Then her eyes widened as the girl added more and more detail to her sketch. Finally she was satisfied. Tearing the sketch from her pad, she brought it over to Kathy and Ken. When Kathy looked at it, she gasped in amazement. When Ken looked, he did, too. First, she had caught the incredible love that the two people shared. She had caught Kathy's beauty and innate goodness and loveliness. But there were a couple of details that caused them to shake their heads in incredulity. First, although they had been posed in front of a bookcase solid with books, in the sketch there was a shadow box. It was the contents of the shadow box that caused Ken to gasp: In it were three rows of medals. The top row showed two Medals of Honor side by side. The next row showed three Distinguished Service Crosses and a Legion of Merit. The bottom row showed three Silver Stars, two Bronze Stars and a Purple Heart. In addition, on the table, which in reality was bare, an opened letter lay showing a single fold. Bobbie said, "If I ever do this as an oil, of course the letter will be light-blue paper with blue ink." "But what's in the shadow box?" Ken asked softly. "Some medals. I don't know what any of them are but those are the medals that will be in it." The girl was thoughtful as she added, "I think the last one on the bottom might be the Purple Heart, but I have no idea what the others are. Do you?" In a state of shock Ken softly told her that her sketch contained perfect illustrations of medals she had never seen and didn't even know existed! When he protested that he had only a couple of the medals shown, she just smiled and said, "You'll have them all before the end of the year." By this time Kathy had recovered enough to ask if Bobbie would consider coming out to Los Angeles to do her sketch as an oil. The girl was stunned when Kathy asked for two: the one she had sketched with them both nude and a second with them clothed. She almost fell over when Kathy offered $25,000 plus expenses for the two paintings. Turning to Andy, Kathy said, "This girl is incredibly talented. Did you have anything to do with it?" Before Andy could reply Barbara said, "She had everything to do with it! Until I met Andy Taylor, I was a cheap whore. Seeing the goodness in her, I realized what a terrible person I was and vowed to change. I guess I've always had some artistic talent so I took the money she gave me and used it for art school." Lifting her head she said, "Had it not been for Andy Taylor, by now I would be a two-dollar hooker rotting inside with sexually transmitted diseases — if I were even still alive." Then she said nothing would give her more pleasure than to come out to Los Angeles to do the portraits. She tried to argue that covering her expenses was payment enough, but Kathy insisted on the fee. While they were arguing Andy had gone to her desk and written a check. When she gave it to Barbara, the girl's jaw dropped. It was for $25,000. Andy told her it was for the portrait and for another clothed version. "But I can't take this money," the girl protested. "I did this as an art assignment." Then she grimaced and added, "With luck, I'll get a D." "You're kidding!" Kathy and Andy exclaimed in unison. "I wish I were," the girl replied. "The professor is big on abstractions. He hates representational art — but it's all I like to do or can do." Then she shook her head and added, "I guess that's why Terry and I get along." In response to the women's questions, they learned that Terry was Terry Williams, a paraplegic veteran who was also in art school. With a little grin, she added that she had to get going on her workout. In reply to more probing questions they learned that she intended to pose nude for Terry. He had not started on his final project which was going to be a reclining nude of her. Before she would pose for him, though, she wanted her body to look as good as it possibly could be. "That's an interesting point," Andy said. "Since we're all naked, what's wrong with you? Let's see how you're doing." When the girl quickly slipped off her clothes, Andy softly whistled and said, "Well, I got my answer: Barbara Cumings, you are unbelievable! You are utterly gorgeous." For the first time it registered on Andy that Bobbie's hair was now cut short in a fashion almost exactly like her own. When she asked about it, the girl reddened with embarrassment and said, "I owe you a lot of money, Andy. When ... When Henry Hall was here last week to work on you and Kelly, I was here, too, working out. When Kel called me in to get my opinion of her hair style, she asked him to do my hair, too. And he did." "But why like mine?" Andy persisted. The naked girl stood up even straighter than she had been. Where weeks earlier her figure was good but soft, now it was as softly muscular and as perfect as Andy's and Kelly's. She replied simply, "Because you are my idol, Andy Taylor. You are utterly perfect. There's no way I can ever be in your class, but I want to be as close to you as I can possibly get. Do you mind? If my hairdo bothers you, I guess I could change it, somehow." At that Andy did something she had wanted to do for weeks. She swept the girl into her arms and kissed her, releasing all of the love she could communicate into the girl's body. When she released Bobbie, the girl's eyes were glassy. Slowly she recovered and then said to the others, "You see what I mean? Isn't Andy wonderful?" Then she looked at Andy with a question in her eyes. Seeing it she said, "Bobbie, the answer is yes. Now what's the question?" Again the girl reddened. "Mrs. Taylor..." "It's Andy, damn it!" She grinned and said, "Andy, Kelly tells me that you're going to have guests pretty soon. One of them is a Marine officer who was in the SEALs. Is that right?" "And the other couple will be Kathy and Ken Carlson, who you just met. But the answer is still yes. Now what's the question, damn it!?" "Could ... Would ... Could..." Bobbie stammered. "Yes, for the third time!" Andy exclaimed. "But yes to what?" "Could Terry and I come over to meet him? Please?" "Of course you can!" Andy exclaimed. But then she looked puzzled and asked, "But why would you want to?" "Because Terry was a SEAL, too. Something happened. I don't know what, and I don't know anyone else who knows, either. What I do know is that Terry is paralyzed from the waist down and there doesn't seem to be any medical reason for it. Usually it's an injury to the spinal cord, but the neurosurgeons are virtually certain that that is not the case here." The girl shook her head sadly and said, "It was just an idea I had. Do you mind?" "Darling, of course I don't mind!" Andy exclaimed. Then she asked Kathy, "Do you?" Instead of answering Kathy folded Barbara into her arms and kissed her. Like Andy, she worked her lips on the girl's and then probed her mouth with her tongue. This time Bobbie threw her arms around Kathy's neck to keep from falling on the floor. Her knees had turned to rubber as the power of Kathy's kiss ran through her body. When Kathy gently released her, Bobbie gasped, "Andy, she's not human! She's an angel! There is no human who could possibly contain the love that this woman has inside her." Kathy just grinned and said, "Andy, the answer to your question is that Ken and I can put up with her." Then she looked deeply into Bobbie's eyes and said, "Andy Taylor, she's another you! She is sweet and good and loving ... And talented... ? My God!" Then with the brightest smile Bobbie had ever seen — it lighted up the room like sunshine — she said, "We would love to have her join us." Turning to Ken she said, "Right, husband?" "I'm not so sure," he replied. "There's one thing I need to check out first..." With that he picked the girl up by her waist and lifted her up so that her lips were even with his. Then, while holding her with her feet nearly a foot off the floor, he proceeded to kiss her. By now Ken had become practiced in conveying the purest love. Coming on the heels of Kathy's kiss, Ken's was too much for the girl. She lost consciousness and went limp in his arms. When she came to, she was lying on a leather-covered sofa and Ken was kneeling on the floor beside her with concern showing in his face. With a weak smile she said, "You two are too much!" Then her smile changed to a grin and she continued, "It's a good thing you're married to each other. You would utterly kill anyone else. My God! I thought Andy and Jack loved each other. Comparatively speaking, theirs is a light infatuation ... at best!" Then she put her hand in front of her mouth and gasped, fearing that she had hurt Andy's feelings. Since she loved Andy more than life itself, she would do nothing to hurt her or hurt her feelings. She was amazed to hear Andy say, "I told you Bobbie Cumings was a smart girl! Bobbie, you sure got that one right." Turning to Kristin Higgins she asked, "What about you? What do you think?" "I agree with you." Then she giggled and told Bobbie, "My husband would agree with you, too. When I'm with him, I try things that I've seen Ken and Kathy do in bed. I almost never get them right, but Mike says God help him if I ever do ... As it is, I almost kill him ... And whatever I'm trying to do, I'm doing all wrong!" Then she smiled, told Barbara about their expected baby, and engaged her to do a Higgins family portrait when she came out to Los Angeles to do the Carlson's. ------- It was three weeks later and Sam Duncan was at Kennedy waiting for the Carlsons to arrive from Los Angeles. He had learned that they would be accompanied by Judy Jeffries and Mike Morris. Moreover, he had learned that Judy was the daughter of a Marine major general and Mike was a Marine Medal-of-Honor winner. As a result, Sam and the car were utterly spotless. He felt he had the honor of the U.S. Army to uphold. At the same time he recognized that he would be welcoming one of our country's greatest heros — a man worthy of the greatest admiration and respect. Because he was out at Kennedy often, and because the Rolls always attracted a crowd, Sam had gotten to know many of the Port Authority police who patrolled the airport. Fortunately, one of the men he knew was on duty at the United terminal when he arrived. Like himself, the officer was an Army veteran. When he quickly told him who he was out to meet — a Marine Medal-of-Honor winner and Captain Carlson — the officer's eyes widened. The patrolman radioed the patrol sergeant who appeared a few minutes later. When Sam repeated the story — the sergeant was also a Vietnam vet who knew of Carlson's Rangers — he radioed the duty officer. The result was that in moments the entire Port Authority VIP squad was assembled at the United terminal. With two officers guarding the car, Sam was free to go inside and wait for the guests at the security gate. Judy and Mike had been eagerly looking forward to their trip to New York. In the interim, Mike Morris had learned that he had failed his retention physical and was due to be retired at the end of June. With a great deal of accumulated leave, it was no problem to get two weeks off. Although Mike had attended the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and Judy had lived at both Quantico and Camp Lejeune, neither had ever had the chance to see New York City and both were looking forward to it. As usual with Ali Clifford's close friends, they received special VIP treatment from United Airlines and enjoyed the flight out. Ken and Kathy were also looking forward to the trip. For Ken, it was his midwinter vacation from law school, and he was looking forward to getting away from the books. Moreover, he had only been to the northeastern United States once in his life. Kathy had been out a couple of times — once bringing Kelly home, and the other time to do the work on the new PHA Construction contract — but had never had the opportunity to sightsee or to visit the famous restaurants, museums, or Broadway theaters. The trip out had been wonderful for Ken, too. After a very nice meal service, when the lights were dimmed for the movie, Kathy, who was sitting in the aisle seat, got up, took down a blanket and then curled up on Ken's lap. After covering them both, with a few quick movements she stripped to the waist and proceeded immediately to go to sleep while lying on Ken with her head on his shoulder. When he cupped her beautiful tit, she just made wonderful noises deep in her body and just snuggled even closer. Ken enjoyed the war movie while Kathy slept on top of him. To his embarrassment, Mike Morris had to wear his uniform. One of the things he intended to do in New York was to assemble a wardrobe of civilian clothes. He had been shocked to realize that, except for some athletic wear and slopping-around clothes, he really had no civvies. Moreover, since he had been working out to get in shape for Judy, the few things he did have no longer fit. When the plane arrived at the gate at Kennedy, as special VIPs, they were the first ones to debark. He was holding Judy's hand and gave it a quick squeeze. When he did, she looked up at him, winked, and squeezed his hand in return. Mike could not imagine a person looking better than Judy did now. She was truly a golden goddess while at the same time being the most inventive lover he could imagine. Mike utterly adored her. With Mike and Ken both being so big and with Mike wearing his uniform, the party was very easy to spot as they came out through the security gate. Sam, too, had spent a great deal of time working out and getting in shape. Like Ellie, he realized he had not been in as good shape nor felt so good in years. When he saw the people coming, he stood at strict attention and rendered the finest salute of his life. "Major Morris, Captain Carlson: Senior Master Sergeant Samuel Duncan, reporting as ordered, sirs!" Seeing him, both Mike and Ken meticulously returned his salute. Then Ken just grabbed him around the shoulders and, in spite of his size, easily lifted him off the ground and swung him in a complete circle. When he put him down again, Ken exclaimed, "Sam, you're looking great!" Then turning to Mike he said, "Sam, it's my great pleasure to introduce you to Major Michael Morris. If you glance at his chest I think you'll see why." Again Sam snapped to attention and gave Mike another meticulous salute. When it was returned he said, "It is a great honor and privilege, Major! Welcome to New York." He was introduced to Judy and then Kathy leaped into his arms and burned him with a kiss. He held her tightly while she just worked her lips on his. When she eased away, she whispered, "Thank you again, Sam, for saving Ken's life. Because you did, it enabled me to be the happiest woman alive!" After another quick kiss full on his lips, he gently put her down. It turned out that the only baggage they had were a few carry-on pieces. All four of them were planning on replenishing their wardrobes so they had brought very little out with them. Everyone — including Sam — was surprised at what they found when they left the terminal and went out towards the waiting car. A detachment of over twenty police officers had formed a corridor between the exit door and the waiting limousine. On the command of the detail's commanding officer, the detail saluted in unison. Reaching the car, the detail commander, a police captain, saluted Ken and Mike and said, "Major Morris and Captain Carlson, on behalf of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, it's my pleasure to welcome you both to New York. We certainly hope you enjoy your stay with us. We're honored to have you visit!" After exchanging greetings the visitors got into the car. That was not the end of the surprises, though. When Sam got behind the wheel, he realized that there were four motorcycle police, two in front and two behind, along with a Port Authority Police patrol car. When he waved, the police stopped traffic and, led by the patrol car with its lights flashing and siren screaming, they sped towards the airport exit. There was more: As they reached the airport limits, they found a New York City police detail with another car and four city motorcycle police. Smoothly, the Port Authority police, after saluting, disengaged to be replaced by the city police. Kathy just shook her head in utter amazement. Then she realized that, with the United Nations headquartered there, New York City was capable of providing a VIP escort on a moment's notice — and that is exactly what had been done. The convoy went screaming west on the Long Island Expressway, through the Midtown tunnel and then north on First Avenue. When they reached the apartment there was even a detail of foot police waiting for them to keep their access clear. Checking her watch, Kathy laughed when she realized they had made the trip door-to-door in only twenty minutes. When they arrived at the door to the apartment, although they were arriving nearly an hour earlier than expected, the receptionist had notified the apartment of their arrival. Before they could even ring the doorbell, the door was opened wide and Ellie was standing before them nude, wearing only a large white bow on the back of her head and a small white one pinned to her pubic hair. With her back up straight and her youthful-looking breasts upthrust, she was utterly beautiful. In just the intervening few weeks, she had lost all of her excess weight and now both looked and felt better than she had in her entire life. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome!" Looking at Mike and Judy she said, "I'm Ellie Duncan, Sam's wife, and I don't believe I have ever had the pleasure of meeting you before." After making the introductions, Kathy was the last to greet Ellie. Instead of shaking hands, though, she took the older woman into her arms and melted her with a kiss. Then she firmly pinched Ellie's tight bottom. Ellie just wriggled. "Thank you, Mrs. Carlson," she said with a lovely little grin. "I'm glad you found my ass nice and firm for your pinch. Did you like it?" "I love it, Ellie," Kathy replied. Then she glared and added, "However, if you want to keep your head attached to the rest of your body, that damned well better be the last time you call me Mrs. Carlson! Clear! The name is Kathy, damn it." With her eyes bright Ellie responded, "I'm so sorry, Kathy-damn-it! It won't happen again." At that Kathy pinched her again, harder this time, and cutely stuck out her tongue. Ellie just wriggled her bottom again, winked, and stuck out the tip of her own pink tongue. For the visit Andy had outdone herself in her preparations. That evening, realizing that, even though the Californians had gained three hours with the time change, long-distance travel is still very tiring, so she had planned for a dinner at home. She very proudly introduced Nita to Mike and Judy. The girl was now a physical duplicate of Kelly and herself and was utterly exquisite. Because of the tanning equipment in the apartment, Nita's hair — now worn very short like Andy's — was sun-streaked in colors ranging from medium brown to platinum blonde. While she made the introductions, Andy saw Kelly in the background. It was so obvious from the look on her face that she, too, was intensely proud of Nita. Mike and Judy just sat side by side on the sofa enjoying everything. From the moment they had stepped off the plane, they had felt like a prince and princess on a state visit. Except, while the service, drinks and appetizers were utterly spectacular and served on the finest china and crystal, at the same time the apartment was so wonderfully homey, warm and cheerful. Moreover, the cocktail conversation was the most interesting and wide-ranging either had ever experienced. For both Judy and Mike it was a very different experience. While they were both very intelligent and widely-read, they — but particularly Mike — were used to conversing on a very narrow range of subjects in which their companions had some interest and knowledge. For Mike it was like a huge door opening wide. He could almost feel the cobwebs blowing off corners of his brain that he almost never had occasion to use. When they sat down at the dinner table, Judy let out a small gasp. The table was the most beautiful she had ever seen. It looked like something one might see in a bride's book featuring the finest china, silver and crystal. As their particularly honored guests, Judy sat on Jack's right, while Mike sat on Andy's, with Kathy and Ken facing their friends. Kelly and Nita sat at the middle of the table facing each other. Both were exquisite in new cocktail dresses that Andy had insisted on buying. Sitting at the end of the table, after the main course had been eaten and while they were waiting for dessert, Andy looked at Nita and an idea came to her. Being the woman she was, she took action immediately. Looking past Mike to Kelly she asked, "Kel, would you like to have a sister? An older sister? We're going to adopt Nita as our daughter." Anita Lucas let out a small gasp of surprise and started to cry. Ignoring Nita, Kelly looked thoughtful and replied, "It all depends." Seeing the gleam in Kelly's eye, Andy raised an eyebrow and asked, "Depends on what?" "Well..." Kelly said thoughtfully, "it depends on the deal we can cut." Trying to appear sad she looked at Andy and said, "For example: I would be giving up my seniority. I'm your eldest child and I would be losing my position. I think the least you could do is give some consideration to my time-in-grade seniority as your daughter, don't you?" While they were kidding, Jack had jumped from his chair and gone to Nita. Judy quickly moved her chair to make room as he went down on one knee, took the girl into his arms and just held her tightly while she cried. With his mouth next to her ear he whispered softly, "Andy and I love you desperately, Anita Lucas, and we want you to be our daughter. Will you? Will you allow us to adopt you as our daughter? Can you bring yourself to call Andy, Mom, and me, Dad?" For Nita it was the most emotional experience of her entire life. After years of struggling and scrimping — and lying — someone actually wanted to take care of her. Moreover, the "someones" were Andy and Jack, the two finest people she had ever met. Oh, God, thank you! she prayed. Thank you for giving me the love of two such marvelous people. I have loved them both almost from the first day ... And now I find that they love me back! Her tears intensified, but Jack eased her head away from his shoulder and placed his lips on hers. Then he concentrated on trying to convey to her the purest love through his lips. He was successful. Feeling his lips on hers, Nita suddenly felt the most incredible sensation of her life as his love for her ran like a raging flood through her entire body. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and tried her best to communicate her great love for him. Now it was her turn. Jack almost fell on his face and would have if their arms had not been around each other. He felt the purest, most innocent love flow through him. When they slowly eased apart, he looked in her eyes and was startled by the love brimming in them. Then she whispered softly, "Daddy, I love you so much!" "My darling daughter!" he exclaimed and kissed her again. Then they just held each other tightly and listened to the negotiation going on between Kelly and Andy. Andy had been watching Jack and Nita and felt so incredibly happy and proud at what her husband had done. She could clearly see how he had held the poor, tormented girl and almost literally wiped her stress away with his lips and hands. Now that Nita was feeling warm and snugly in her new father's arms, she was beginning to listen to the exchange between Kelly and herself. Knowing the girl had heard little or nothing following her first statement, Andy backtracked the conversation so Nita could catch up. She said, "Kelly, now what exactly do you feel you deserve as senior daughter — in time of service, that is." "Well, Mom..." Kelly said like Andy speaking for Nita's benefit, "there are important things. For example, I will want her to kiss me whenever I want, not just when she feels like it..." "Nita," Andy asked, "is that acceptable?" Still holding Jack tightly in her arms, the girl felt warm and wonderful. Her powerful sense of humor returned and she replied, "That's okay, Mom, provided she continues to keep me warm in bed at night." Then Andy asked, "How about a room of your own, Nita? We have lots of them. Which one would you like?" "Mom, are you nuts!?" the girl exclaimed. "It's so easy to steal Kelly's clothes when we share the same room. If I had my own, she might even put a lock on her door and then where would I be? Besides, we really do have so much fun together." Now Nita was serious and Jack gently released her from his arms as she continued, "As far as I'm concerned, Mom, I will take you on any terms Kelly sets. You see, I adore you and Dad so! ... And I love my younger sister." Motioning towards her she asked, "Mom, I ask you: Has a girl ever had a finer sister than Kelly Carmichael Taylor? Ever? In all of history? I doubt it very much. She is so sweet and kind and beautiful and loving and funny and smart and ... and..." Suddenly the girl broke down in tears again and cried, "And I love her so damned much!" At that point Jack rose, picked Nita up in his arms and carried her to the end of the table. There he deposited the girl on Andy's lap. Sitting there Nita melted her lips against Andy's, while the two women tried to flood each other with the incredible mutual love that they shared. While they were holding each other tightly, Kelly had risen from her chair and gone to stand beside Andy's. When Andy released her hold on Nita slightly, Kelly dropped to her knees and took her in her arms. "Nita Lucas, I love you desperately!" she whispered. "Will you please become Anita Lucas Taylor? Please? Will you be my big sister?" "Oh God, yes!" the girl screamed. Looking at the three Taylors she said, "There is no way I could possibly be any happier or more proud than I am right now. You have just made me the happiest, proudest girl on the face of the earth! Mom and Dad, you want me for your daughter. Kelly, you want me for your sister. The answer is yes! Under any conditions anyone wants to set, the answer is yes. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" At that Ellie, came in with a tray of champagne glasses, followed by Sam with a bottle of Dom Pérignon. When she placed the glasses, she returned to the kitchen and emerged with another bottle. When everyone had been served, Andy looked meaningfully at Sam and Ellie who took glasses as well. Jack was watching her and when Andy imperceptibly nodded he raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To Anita Lucas Taylor: the finest, most beautiful, most loving elder daughter two people could ever conceive of having. Welcome to the Taylor family. You have made us all — particularly your younger sister — the happiest people alive!" When the toast had been drunk, Kathy raised her glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To the Taylors: The finest people it has ever been my privilege to know." Looking at Nita and Kelly she said, "You have the most incredible set of parents on the face of the earth. And you are now my nieces." Looking around the room she continued, "When I first met Andy Taylor, I felt there was an incredible amount of love and goodness in what she made into a magnificent body. Her love for Jack is so powerful it could melt an iceberg. However, the true measure of a person is her effect on others. Andy, using you as her inspiration and her teacher, Kelly has made herself into the most wonderful young woman I could ever imagine." Looking at Nita she said, "You said a few moments ago you wanted Kelly to keep you warm in bed at night. Although you said it as a joke, to me it was anything but. You see, Nita, the night that Kelly arrived in Los Angeles after hitchhiking across the country, she kept me warm in my bed. Imagine, if you can, a young woman alone, defenseless and terrified, hitchhiking across the country. The night she arrives what does she do? She holds me in her arms and comforts me! Why? Because it's what Andy would do. "Andy Taylor, Kelly is a tribute to your love and your loveliness. "Is that all? Of course not! Look at Ellie Duncan. She adores you — with a small exception. Ellie claimed that you discriminated against her, but since she appeared this evening in her unadorned beauty, I guess you've decided to behave." Turning to Nita she said, "And now, your newest daughter and my newest niece, Anita Lucas Taylor: The poor girl just had no chance! Not only did you work on her, Andy Taylor, but Kelly did, too. What chance did she have? But here is another truly extraordinary human being. A girl who develops her incredible fashion judgment by herself to become the head women's-wear buyer for the top fashion store in the country — at the age of twenty-one!" Turning back to Andy she said, "In case you haven't accepted it yet, Andy Taylor, you should know that these two young women are living tributes ... to you!" Then to the table she said, "Could we drink to that?" When the toast had been drunk, Andy said, "Thank you, little sister. However, I think I should set the record straight. For Nita, I did nothing! Everything she did, she did by herself or with help from Kelly. "Why did I do it? For my usual reason: pure selfishness. You see, I guess I've never fully recovered from looking like a pig. The result of my appearance was that I detested having to buy clothes. But now that Nita has transformed herself into a physical duplicate, I don't even have to leave the apartment! Not only does she have superlative taste, but she can even stand in for the fittings. "With Kelly? What can I say. Like Nita, she did it all herself. Moreover, there is more than a little element of selfishness in adopting Nita, too. Why?" Looking at her husband she said, "I know Jack will agree with me, and I think Ellie and Sam Duncan will, too. These two young women together are the ultimate in apartment decorating. They are exquisite beauties — the ultimate in room accessories. Moreover, they are constantly teasing each other. Their constant laughter is far better than Muzak at brightening up the place. Finally, they help me a great deal. You see, Jack is starting to age and it takes awhile for him to ... warm up ... sexually. Well, these two girls — who are always naked, by the way — serve to ... get Jack into a romantic mood. So, you see, I am continuing a pattern I started at the age of about one week: being selfish." "Andy Taylor," Jack said faking a growl, "I'm going to remember that crack about aging!" Licking her lips lasciviously she replied, "I certainly hope you do, darling. I can hardly wait!" Then Kathy said, "There are a couple of complaints I should mention, big sister, while they're still fresh in my mind. Now I spoke with Judy and Mike and they didn't want me to say anything. But I pointed out that if we don't tell you, how are you ever going to learn?" Looking at Andy with a sorrowful look on her face, she continued, "The reception at the airport was ... okay." Now tears appeared at the corners of her eyes and her voice broke as she asked, "But where was the band? Why wasn't there a parade? Are you ashamed of us? Why did you have to whisk us up to the apartment without even giving the people on the sidewalk a chance to applaud and cheer?" Now Kathy appeared to break down crying and her words were broken as she concluded, "You're ashamed of us, big sister! I just know you are!" The people around the table applauded Kathy's performance as she ended with her head on her folded arms pretending to break down in tears. Andy said dryly, "Well, I guess Ali's acting lessons are starting to sink in." With that Kathy popped up, grinning from ear to ear. Then Andy shook her head in apparent sorrow and said, "Spare us from little sisters!" Turning to Nita she asked, "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? After all, Kelly is going to be your little sister, too. Then looking back at Kathy she said, "Jack and I were trying to be considerate and this is all the thanks we get. Indeed! Look, Smarty, the fact is that we know how tiring a transcontinental flight can be. We didn't think you would be in shape for a full-bore parade." Now her face fell and tears appeared at the corners of her eyes as she continued, "It was supposed to be a surprise, but now you've forced the issue: The parade is scheduled for your trip home!" Now she began to cry like her heart would break and wailed, "And now it's not even a surprise anymore!" Kathy quietly applauded and said dryly, "You're right, of course. Ali Clifford is giving acting lessons. But, big sister, what's your excuse?" Everyone laughed and then dessert was served. After dinner they took their cognac and coffee and ended the evening playing Bridge. ------- It was seven-thirty in the morning four days later when Kathy came out to the kitchen. To her surprise she found Andy with her head on her arms trying to muffle the sound of her crying. Unlike the time at dinner, this was no act. Dropping to her knees beside Andy's chair, Kathy took the woman in her arms. As soon as she did, Andy wrapped her arms around Kathy's neck and started to bawl. "Kathy," she wailed, "I'm so sorry!" "Sorry? Sorry about what?" Kathy whispered, genuinely puzzled. "Your visit!" she cried. "Jack and I wanted everything to be so perfect and ... and we tried so hard!" She struggled to regain control and then said, "Last night was utterly atrocious!" The night before they had dined at the restaurant reputed to be the finest in the city. Andy continued, "That food! I wouldn't have served it to ... to a pig! My God, if I had made that dinner for guests, I would have thrown it out and started over." Hugging Kathy tightly around the neck she asked with her voice breaking again, "Little sister, what am I going to do?" "Oh, my darling sister!" Kathy whispered, "You really don't know what's happened, do you?" Now it was Andy's turn to be surprised. Kathy's response startled her out of her tears. When she pulled away, Kathy thought Andy looked like an adorable little girl. With her tears still running down her cheeks, she tried to wipe them off with the back of her wrist. Andy looked at her and said slowly, "I sure don't ... But from the sound of it, you do ... Or at least, you think you do. What did happen?" "Darling Andy," Kathy said with the warmest smile Andy had ever seen, "it's you! Sister, you were absolutely honest. If you had made that meal you would have thrown it out. On the other hand, the restaurant probably was very proud of what they served. Why the difference in perception? Because, big sister, you are now one of the finest cooks in the world! Your cooking is so far superior to theirs, it's ridiculous!" Then she looked at Andy and said softly, "Honey, Judy and I were talking about it. We didn't want to say anything, because it was so painfully clear to us how hard you all have worked to try to make our visit the most spectacular occasion possible. But do you know what we would really like to do?" Andy just slowly shook her head from side to side. The look on her face almost made Kathy want to cry because she looked so much like a vulnerable little girl as she said, "No, sister, I have no idea." "Andy, I really don't know why I did what I did to you when I sent you and Jack back here from Maui. I think I said something about fixing up the apartment for us or something. Anyway, I first learned what an incredible job you were doing from Sandy Harris. I think you have developed a respect for her talent and judgment. Well, Sandy said this place is the most spectacular home she has ever seen or heard of. Do you know what Judy and I want to do?" Andy just shook her head. "We want to be naked and sit on your beautiful furniture and just let the soft leathers caress our bodies. We want to be able to use the swimming pool — and the paddle court! We want to spend more time with you, Jack, Kelly, and Nita. We want to work out with Ellie and Sam. We just want to talk with you and your family on the incredible range of topics you people can knowledgeably talk about." With a warm grin she said, "Darling Andy, what we really want to do is just stay here at home with you!" "But ... but, what about the restaurants... ?" "The best food in New York is right here," Kathy insisted. Then she pretended to glare at Andy and added, "However, we insist on taking turns cooking. I'm not as good as you, but I'm not terrible..." "Kathy!" Andy exclaimed. "You would be willing to cook? Here?" "Big sister, I love to cook. It's really my recreation. And your kitchen is an utter dream!" Then she grinned and added, "I've never mentioned this to a living soul, Andy, but my dream vacation would be spent in your kitchen. I would be as happy as a pig in slops!" Their discussion continued and finally Andy realized that Kathy was being serious and completely honest. When Judy joined them, she was gently rubbing her groin. With a lovely grin she said, "One of these days Mike is going to split me in half!" Salaciously, she licked her lips and added, "And I can hardly wait!" Kathy just grinned at Judy and said to Andy as she pretended to make an introduction, "I know you've met Judy before. She's our genuine California blonde — every Los Angeles office needs at least one. Of course, she's an airhead, but—" "But I would take your head off if I was dressed and had my purse with me," Judy interrupted. "She carries a LadySmith .38 in it, is what she's trying to say," Kathy finished. Sticking out her tongue at Judy she added, "Why in hell do you think I said it now? Dressed the way you are there are ... limited ... places for you to carry a concealed weapon." At that Judy plopped down across Kathy's lap and proceeded to kiss her. While she held her friend, Kathy was running her hands over Judy's satin-smooth skin. At the same time both girls were trying to convey the enormous love that each felt for the other. When they parted, Judy's eyes were glassy but she was able to say softly, "Kathy Carlson, I love you so very much! Without you I don't know where I would be." "Without you, Judy Jeffries, I know damned well where I would be: dead! Darling, along with Ginger you saved my failing marriage. And you know there is no value high enough to place on that!" Then she told Judy what she had told Andy. "Andy," Judy asked with her eyes guileless, "are there any video tours of New York City?" "I don't know. Why?" Andy replied suspiciously. "Because if there were, Mike could take me from behind. Then I could combine sightseeing with my favorite pastime: being fucked!" Andy grinned and said she would see what she could do. What followed were three utterly marvelous days for everyone. All of them worked out in the Taylors' marvelous gym, swam in the pool, soaked in the sauna and even learned to play platform tennis. As far as the food was concerned, a competition developed between teams of Kathy and Judy vying against Andy, Kelly, Nita and Ellie. Each night the dinner lasted from about six-thirty until eleven or later. At the end of the third night, after the lights were out and her head was on his shoulder, Ken Carlson whispered softly in Kathy's ear, "Darling, it has never been this good! Never!" Then he lightly kissed her ear and added, "It's a damned good thing we can get so much exercise! Without it, I would have gained fifteen pounds in the last three days!" He could feel Kathy move her head on his shoulder and he knew she was looking at him in spite of the room being pitch-black. "Do you mind, darling?" she asked with the concern audible in her voice. "Mind? My God, how could I possibly? Darling, the meal you and Judy prepared tonight was in a class by itself! It was utterly incredible!" Ken moved his head and found Kathy's lips with his. When their lips met, there was the immediate flow of electricity between them. Then he added, "My darling Kathy, I adore you! And I can have you like this for the rest of our lives?" "Sure can," she murmured. Then after a pause she said, "Ken, I have a confession to make. Today, I threw out my pills. From now on, you're on your own. I decided to try to make a baby." She paused for a few moments but there was no reaction. Now she asked with the concern audible in her voice, "Do you mind terribly, Ken? Do you?" Instead of answering Ken pulled her head back towards his, found her soft lips, and gave her the most incredible kiss she had ever had. By the time he eased away, she had almost lost consciousness. Then he said softly, "My darling Kathy, the fruit of your womb will be a spectacular little person. I can hardly wait!" Then with a soft chuckle he added, "Does that mean that there may soon be real milk in your gorgeous tits? Can I have some? For my coffee?" "Kenneth Carlson, I'm surprised at you!" Kathy exclaimed softly. "Do you mean to say that you would steal a mother's milk from a tiny baby?" After pulling her body even closer to his own and after feeling Kathy wriggle against him he said quietly, "Sure would! Darling, I'm just beating the little thing to it. Besides, I'm sure you'll be exactly like Hank: No little baby could possibly drain your luscious tit. I can hardly wait!" "Me neither," Kathy sleepily replied. In moments, they were both asleep. ------- Chapter 10 Early in the Carlson's visit Andy had called Barbara Cumings and arranged for her to come over for dinner and bring Terry Williams with her. It was arranged for the next night. When she told Ellie that she would have to be dressed, the woman commented, "Prudes! Andy Taylor, why do you always have to invite prudes over here for dinner?" Then she told Andy how much she and Sam had enjoyed the previous few days. Andy saw Ellie's expression change and she asked about it. Looking guilty the woman said, "Andy, our daughter is almost twenty-eight." When Andy looked skeptical — reminding Ellie that she was only forty-two — the woman smiled and said, "Sarah isn't really our natural daughter. She's my late sister's daughter. My older sister, Jessie, died when Sally was only twelve so Sam and I adopted her. Now she's a lawyer working for the Justice Department in Washington. Could ... Would ... Would it be possible for us to invite her to come up here and see us? We'll pay for everything of course..." "You will like hell!" Andy exclaimed. "And of course you may. Jack and I would be utterly delighted to have your daughter visit." Ellie looked into Andy's eyes and believed that she was being sincere. Then they talked about the arrangements for their guests. Bobbie and Terry were coming to dinner that evening. Because of his being confined to a wheelchair, Sam was going to pick them up and drive them to the apartment. Recognizing the importance of the evening to Barbara, Kathy and Andy conferred on the menu and, over Andy's protests, Kathy insisted on doing the cooking herself. Ellie was sitting with them while they talked and all of the women were naked. When the menu was set, Ellie rolled her eyes and ran her fingers lightly over her flat belly and wailed, "Why do you do this to me? Do you have any idea how many hours I'm going to have to work out to get rid of all those calories?" "Oh, you poor thing!" Andy exclaimed with her eyes wide. Then she said, "Why don't you stand up? Let us see what you've been doing with that aging body of yours." When she did, the two girls also rose and studied her body carefully. Finally Andy said softly, "Ellen Duncan, you are utterly exquisite!" Looking thoughtful she asked Kathy, "Little sister, how old do you think she looks? I can't quite make up my mind. On the one hand, her body is so youthful-looking, I think she's eighteen. On the other hand, I don't think an eighteen-year-old would look nearly as fully ripe and juicy as she does. What do you think?" "I agree with you, big sister," Kathy replied, "but does it really matter?" To Ellie she said, "What does Sam think? He's the important one." Ellie just laughed and said, "Sam is getting worried. Andy, he wants to know what you're going to say when we have to buy a new bed in just a couple of weeks. We know the beds are the very best and strongest made, but..." " ... But they were designed to be beds, not trampolines," Andy finished. "Don't worry about it. Jack and I figured that about four new sets a year ought to be about right." Then with a grin she added, "Unless, of course, you want to save the wear and tear on the bed by using the floor..." "Mostly we do, but still..." In spite of her light-chocolate complexion, Ellie blushed bright red. Andy and Kathy both roared with laughter and hugged the woman. After completing their plans for the evening, they went out to the pool to swim. ------- Bobbie Cumings was apprehensive. To her surprise, a new outfit for her had appeared from Bergdorf's a couple of days earlier. She had taken great pains with her appearance and decided she looked as good as it was possible for her ever to look. Although she had agreed to pose nude for Terry she had not yet started, so he had not seen her body bare. When they picked up Terry at his apartment, Bobbie was pleased to see how smoothly and easily Sam Duncan handled everything, assisting Terry into the car and quickly storing his wheelchair in the trunk. Clearly, he was practiced and very sensitive to Terry's feelings, handling everything so smoothly a passerby would be unlikely to notice that he had done anything. When she opened the door, Ellie was wearing a new uniform that represented a compromise between what she wanted to wear — nothing — and a regular uniform. It was white with a skirt no longer than a ballerina's. It's neckline plunged down to her navel and the back dove down to the crease of her buttocks. It was held up by a wide band of fabric rising from the bodice that came together to become a white collar with which she wore a black bow tie. With the outfit she wore a tiny white lace bikini and her usual very large white bow set on the back of her head. When Bobbie saw her, she took her into her arms, kissed her warmly and exclaimed, "Ellen Duncan, you look utterly spectacular!" "That's all very well for you to say, Bobbie," Ellie replied with a raised eyebrow, "but if you look at this thing carefully you'll see it stays up mostly because of the starch. And if you touch it, it's likely to just fall apart." Looking thoughtful she added, "On the other hand ... Hell, I really didn't want to wear anything, anyway." Wheeling Terry into the living room, they were greeted by Andy and Jack, then by Kelly and Nita. After thanking Nita for the beautiful dress, they were introduced to Ken and Kathy Carlson. Terry Williams was six feet tall and normally weighed about 175. Since his injury, his shoulders had broadened and were heavily muscled while his leg muscles had withered. He had light brown hair, blue eyes and laugh lines around his eyes. However, there was a constant overtone of pain or anguish in his eyes that Bobbie had concluded was not connected with any physical pain. His doctors had assured her that he was really not in any pain at all. After greeting the Carlsons, they moved back and opened an alley at the end of which Mike Morris was standing. The two men saw each other at the same instant. A look of incredulity came into Terry's widening eyes. At the same time Mike recognized him and in a parade-ground voice commanded, "Sergeant Williams: Atten... TION!" The power and tone of his voice shocked the rest of the people but Terry jumped out of his wheelchair and stood on his feet for an instant. When his weakened legs began to collapse beneath him, Barbara and Kathy instantly grabbed him and helped him back into his chair. When Bobbie looked into his eyes to see if he was hurt, all she saw was a look of stunned amazement. By this time Mike was standing in front of him. Terry slowly shook his head and murmured, "But, Major, you're dead! I screwed up and got you killed!" The look on his face was that of a man who is seeing a ghost. "Am I dead, honey?" Mike asked Judy with a grin. "Well ... probably." But then she looked puzzled and added, "But I only killed you last night. How do you suppose Mr. Williams knew?" Ending the byplay she asked, "What happened, Mike? For some reason I think you know — or think you do." "Honey," he said to Judy while really speaking for Terry's ears, "I'm almost certain that what happened was the SEALs and security. We're so damned security-conscious, it gets ridiculous sometimes. You know my most recent ... decoration?" Judy knew he was referring to the still-pink jagged scar on his torso and nodded. "As I know you guessed, that was a souvenir of our latest action. It was over a year ago, now. Terry was in my team and we encountered some trouble. I guess he thought I was dead. He took a hard knock on the head, but the guys got us both back on board and then we got the hell out. When we returned, Terry still wasn't playing with a full deck, so he was moved to the hospital. As I think about it, I guess I never did see him when he was fully conscious. "But back to security: We never talk and we're trained never to ask. When he saw the explosion, he must have thought that I bought the farm." Looking at Terry he asked, "Is that about right?" "Yes, sir, it sure is," Williams replied, now recovering. Then he realized what he had done and tried to move his right leg. To his astonishment, it moved. "Terry, that was your problem all along, wasn't it?" Bobbie asked softly. "You thought you'd been responsible in some way for Major Morris's death and subconsciously you were punishing yourself with paralysis. Then she said, "How about if we celebrate? Let's go swimming!" Terry looked at her in utter amazement. "Are you crazy? Have you lost it completely? How? And where?" "How? You move your arms and legs in the water," she replied matter-of-factly. "I was under the impression that SEALs were supposed to be good swimmers. Where? Right out there," she said motioning towards the now-drapery-covered picture window at the end of the room. Turning to Andy she asked, "Would you mind if Terry and I do a few laps before dinner?" Since it was still very early in the evening, and dinner was not scheduled for two more hours, Andy grinned and said, "Of course not! In fact, it might be fun for all of us. I guess we'll just take our drinks out on the terrace and watch." Turning back to Terry, Bobbie said, "I certainly hope you're not planning on swimming in your suit?" Looking at Mike she asked, "Major, could you get your friend ready?" "Sure can," Mike replied. Then he held out his hand and said, "But we never had the chance to be introduced. I'm Mike Morris, formerly Terry's commanding officer. And it's Mike, damn it! It's not major." She grinned and shook hands, then saluted and said, "Yes, sir, Mike-damn-it!" Morris immediately thought that Terry was very lucky to have a woman as lovely as Bobbie in love with him. And seeing the two together, he was certain that she really was. Mike wheeled Terry into another room while Bobbie scampered into the gym where she quickly shed her clothes. Andy had turned on the lights on the terrace and in the pool, while the others got coats to put on. Although it was late March, the temperature was still near freezing and, as usual, the wind was whipping across the roof. After helping Terry undress, Mike covered him with a blanket and wheeled him out on the terrace. When Terry saw the pool on the apartment house roof, he just whistled softly. He looked up with a start when Bobbie said, "Are you going to get in the water, or do I have to just stand here freezing my boobs off?" Looking up at her, Terry's eyes widened and he whistled softly. "My God! Bobbie, you are gorgeous!" When he looked up at her, she had ignored the cold and just stood up straight. Her body was now a slightly-smaller-scale version of all of the other women's. Mike rolled the chair to the edge of the pool and Terry dove in. At the same time Bobbie entered the pool in a racing dive and proceeded to power up and down. Terry had been a very good swimmer, but like Mike, was really outclassed with respect to speed against the girls. Moreover, because of the muscle atrophy in his legs, his arms were doing virtually all of the work. At the end of the first lap he stopped and just watched Bobbie in the next lane moving in the water like a porpoise with the same speed, power and grace. After whistling softly, he resumed his progress in the water. He swam four lengths and then quit. In the same time Bobbie had swum ten laps and was not even breathing hard when she jumped from the pool and gratefully accepted a blanket. After Mike helped Terry out of the pool and back into his wheelchair, Bobbie opened the blanket and asked, "Terry, do you like what you see?" His eyes widened. Although he had seen Bobbie's figure for a moment before she got in the water, this time she was standing just a few feet away and the full beauty of her body was revealed — and highlighted — by the blanket that served almost as a frame. "You are exquisite!" he exclaimed. "And this is what I get to paint? You are still going to pose for me, aren't you?" "Sure am," she replied as she wrapped the blanket tightly around her body. "There's one more thing," she added softly. "I'm sure that Andy will let us continue to use her pool and her exercise equipment. It's clear to me that you recovered the use of your legs. I guess it was psychosomatic paralysis to begin with. At any rate, when you can beat me in the pool at 200 meters you can have my body for whatever you wish, for as long as you wish." Terry just looked into her eyes with an expression of stunned incredulity on his face. Before he could think of a reply, she bent over and softly placed her lips on his in a kiss in which she concentrated on just conveying her love. When her lips made contact — it was only their lips, because her hands were still holding her blanket tightly around her — there was an immediate flash of electricity between them. Slowly she eased away and said, "That will have to hold you until you can beat me swimming." Then with her eyes flashing she asked, "Did I give you an incentive to recover your leg strength?" He just shook his head and murmured, "Bobbie, you are utterly unbelievable!" Then with a grin he added, "As for your question, the answer is hell, yes!" She just winked, returned his grin and scampered for the shower room. At dinner that night, Mike tried to explain as much as he could, within the limits of security, about what had happened that fateful night. The team had been on a mission — location classified — and were supposed to rendezvous at the beach at a preset time. Terry was late getting back. Even though standard procedure was to leave without him, Mike decided to wait for him anyway after first sending back the rest of his team. A few minutes later Terry appeared, chased by an enemy patrol. Mike used his automatic weapon to take out most of the patrol while the survivors dove for cover providing the opportunity for Terry to get clear. He had been nicked by a bullet, but Mike helped him into the water and together they swam as fast as they could out to where they hoped the pickup boat would still be waiting. Although they were quickly out of range of small arms from the beach, apparently the enemy patrol called for artillery support because high-explosive shells started to fall in their vicinity. It was apparent that such a shell exploding between them wounded Mike with shrapnel while its concussion rendered Terry unconscious. Nevertheless, the pickup boat came roaring over and both men were rescued. Subsequently, the unit secrecy resulted in Terry never learning that Mike was all right, and Mike never learning of Terry's paralysis. After a spectacular dinner, they adjourned to the library. At the dinner table Terry had felt odd because for the first time in months, he had feeling in his lower body, legs and feet. The result was tingling sensations that were very disconcerting. When they were all seated with after-dinner drinks, Bobbie unveiled her portrait of the Taylors. Although the others had all seen it, Terry had not. When he saw it for the first time, he whistled softly and said, "Bobbie, that is utterly fantastic! I knew you were good, but I had no idea you were this good." He looked from the portrait to Andy, and then at Jack and Kelly. Finally he shook his head and said, "My God! You really got it all! After looking at the painting I can see the overwhelming love and goodness that Mrs. Taylor just radiates. I can see the incredible love she has for her husband and he has for her. And I can see Kelly's love for them and their love for her." He continued to study the painting and then said to Kelly, "You are a wanting virgin, aren't you?" Kelly just nodded. "You have a boyfriend, too, don't you?" Again she nodded. Then she brightened, but immediately said, "At least I did! The bum should have been here nearly an hour ago!" Terry grinned back and said, "Don't worry about it! If he's still alive, he'll be here! Kelly Taylor, no guy who is still breathing would miss the opportunity to date you. You are unbelievable!" "Thank you, kind sir!" she replied with a grin. "I think I'll tell Kevin exactly what you just said." Then she looked puzzled. "What's the question?" Terry asked. "I'm trying to figure out whether to tell him before or after I kick him in the balls for being so late." "Bullshit!" Bobbie interjected. When Kelly asked why she said that, Bobbie explained, "You wouldn't dare take such a risk with your future love life. Kelly Carmichael Taylor, I dare you!" Kelly just shook her head ruefully, grinned and said, "You're right of course, Bobbie. But what can I do?" she wailed. "He needs to be punished." Nita came into the conversation and commented, "Sister, with that incredible imagination of yours, I'll bet that you'll think of something." ------- During the days and weeks that followed, Bobbie worked out in the pool and on the exercise machines with Terry. In addition she spent hours working on his legs to restore their withered muscles. She never told him that she had consulted with orthopedic surgeons and physical therapists regarding his exercises. Correctly, she concluded that no professional would be either able or willing to devote so many hours each day to a single patient. Bobbie could and did. Between their workouts, Terry worked on her nude portrait. Although they had met each other at school only a few months earlier, Terry was now convinced that Bobbie was the woman with whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life. His painting of her had become a work of love. However, he refused to let her look at it in spite of her entreaties; when he wasn't working on it, it was always hidden under a cloth draped over it. An impressive aspect of Bobbie's character, Terry noted, was that, although she kept begging him to let her see what he had done, and in spite of having myriad opportunities, he knew she had never even sneaked a peak. He realized the only way she would look at it was with his permission. Even when he finished his painting, he refused to let her see it. When she asked, he told her she would see it for the first time at the annual student art show where all of the student projects plus any other interesting pieces were put on display. The student show was to open on Friday evening. On the day before the show opening, he and Bobbie had worked out and closed with their regular 200-meter race. As a result of his own work and all the work she had done on him, his muscles were now almost back to normal. From a wheelchair, Terry had progressed to crutches, then to a cane, and now was walking without assistance. When it was time for their race, Bobbie asked Andy, who was sunning herself on the deck with Kelly, to give the starting commands. She did and the two went off the boxes in flat racing dives. Watching from the pool deck, Kelly turned to Andy and said, "Mom, what's wrong with Bobbie? She can move faster than that! She's ... She's ... My God! She's letting him win! She's cheating!" "Why is it cheating?" Andy asked quietly. "Because she's letting him win!" Kelly protested indignantly. "I know that, dear," Andy replied in the tone of voice one might use with a small child. "But why is that cheating?" "Well ... It's not fair," Kelly said, modifying her earlier accusation. "And why isn't it fair?" Andy persisted. Then she took Kelly into her arms, kissed her soundly and asked, "If you were racing Kevin, and he had to win that race to be able to marry you, how hard would you try to beat him? Remember, it's your only chance. Now what do you do?" "I let him win," Kelly conceded. "In fact, I would probably stay on the edge of the pool, throw him a line and pull him up and down!" "My darling daughter," Andy explained, "that's exactly what Bobbie's doing. Only she's smarter than you are. She doesn't want Terry to feel badly by thinking she's letting him win — even though that's exactly what she's doing." They watched as the couple continued to power up and down the pool with Bobbie retaining a very slight lead. As they neared the finish Terry put everything he had into his finish and beat her to the wall by less than a second. Bobbie had performed brilliantly in the race. Maintaining the illusion, she held onto the pool edge and seemed to be fighting to regain her breath and her strength before pulling herself out of the pool. Andy made a mental note to congratulate her on her acting ability because she knew the girl could have easily beaten Terry by two pool lengths in the four-lap race without even breathing hard. Terry pulled himself out of the pool and then reached down to give Bobbie a hand. When he pulled her out, he retained his hold on her hand and pulled her into his arms. With one arm around her, he gently stroked the wet hair off her face, then pulled her beautiful body close to his. She lifted her face and he melted his lips on hers. It was the finest, most perfect kiss the couple had ever shared and was only the second one following the night he recovered the use of his legs. When she eased away, she looked up at him with her eyes shining and said, "Terry, you now have full access to my body. What would you like to do?" Taking her by the hand, he walked over to where an outdoor sofa was positioned. Sitting down on it, he sat her across his lap and resumed kissing her. When their kiss broke he said softly, "Darling Bobbie, I'll answer that question tomorrow night. Right now, the only parts of you I'm interested in are your lips. I want them against mine." They spent the next hour with Bobbie just sitting on his lap, feeling his vibrant sex against her bottom, while he just kissed her and fondled her beautiful body. When they finally parted, Bobbie had to take a freezing-cold shower to try to calm her jangled nerve endings. When Kelly grinned and offered her a massage, Bobbie accepted it gratefully. It took nearly an hour for Kelly to work all the kinks out of Bobbie's emotion-knotted muscles. ------- "Come in, Barbara, and have a seat," Alec Richardson said when she knocked on his office door. Richardson was the professor in charge of her senior project and he had asked her to see him on Friday before the opening of the student show. Like so many art teachers, he was an artist himself, but not nearly able to support himself on his art-generated income. He told himself that his profession was artist; he was a teacher only because he needed to eat. Although he was a modernist in artistic style, he had been well trained and was, in fact, an excellent teacher. When Bobbie took a seat, she just looked at him alertly while he looked at her. Richardson found her demeanor discomfiting. Being called in to see a senior professor the day of the show was calculated to cause a student to break out in a cold sweat, yet Bobbie seemed cool and calm. Looking at her with an artist's eye, he saw something he had never noted before: She was incredibly beautiful. Suddenly he had second thoughts about some of his comments on Terry Williams' critique and grading sheet, but that wasn't the issue now. He looked at her and said, "Bobbie, I gave you a grade of 'D–' on your project." Then he waited for her reaction. "Thank you, sir," she said quietly. "It's better than I expected. I expected an 'F'." "You did!?" he exclaimed. "But if you did, why did you do it? Why didn't you change it?" "I couldn't," she replied simply. "My subjects wouldn't want me to, and since they had bought it..." "Bought it?" he asked incredulously. "Do you mean to tell me someone bought that painting?" "Yes, sir," she replied, "For $25,000." "Twenty-five thousand dollars? You've got to be kidding!" "Well, yes, sir. That's only half of the assignment. The other half is the same portrait with the subjects clothed. I haven't finished it yet. So I guess it's really only $12,500, isn't it?" Richardson, who had never received as much as one thousand dollars for one of his paintings, was in a state of shock. Moreover, he knew enough about art economics to know that, regardless of the mythology of the abused artist, in over 95 percent of the cases the highest price received for a work of art is the price received by the artist himself at the first sale. He was realistic enough to know he would starve to death if he had to depend on the sale of his art to live. He shook his head and murmured, "Beginner's luck. But, my God! Such luck!" "I guess you're right, sir," Bobbie said agreeably. "After all, it has only produced two other commissions..." "Commissions?" he interrupted. "What commissions?" "Oh," she said blandly, "I have two commissions in Los Angeles for $25,000 each. They say there are going to be many more, but you know how clients can be, don't you, sir? I mean you can't spend it until you get it..." Then she said, "But that's not what you called me in here about, is it? I appreciate the passing grade very much, but I think there's something more you wanted to tell me, isn't there?" Richardson looked into her eyes and was startled. When he looked at them, he realized again how incredibly penetrating her blue eyes were. They seemed to probe right into his brain. And, in fact, she was correct. There was something he wanted to talk to her about. After shaking his head to clear it, he said, "Yes, Barbara, there is. As you know, I don't think much of representational art. After all, it went out with the development of the camera which can reproduce an image with far greater fidelity than an artist ever can. But that's neither here nor there. If that's what you do, that's what you do. Some of my colleagues wanted to flunk you cold on that painting but I fought for your grade. Your brush work and technique are both quite good, and I pointed that out. The reason I was initially surprised is because of the realism of the work, in spite of you painting something you were seeing in your head. "There are no three people who could possibly look the way those three do. First, they are all nude. No one can appear as relaxed when they're naked as those three. Then there's what seems to be ... love. It covers the whole damned painting and I've never seen anything like it. It's unreal and it's phony. That's the reason for your grade." Because he was still in a state of shock at her revelations regarding her commissions, he decided to end the whole thing. "Thank you, Barbara, for coming in," he said, "and good luck with your career." "Thank you, sir," she said, gracefully rising to her feet. Then she asked, "Will you be at the show tonight?" When he said he would, she smiled and said, "Maybe we will see you there. I'll say goodbye to you then." With that she rose from her chair and left the office. ------- Because they lived close to the school and it was expected to be an unseasonably warm evening for April, Bobbie and Terry had agreed to walk over to the show. Great pains had been taken with her appearance that night. To her amazement, when she had worked out at the Taylor's that morning, she had found Henry Hall, the hairdresser, there waiting for her. After her workout and swim — she did 200 meters in 30 percent less time than when she had allowed Terry to beat her and was teased unmercifully about it — Andy insisted on personally getting her ready for the evening. Bobbie received the same treatment that Andy had given Judy Morris at Kapalua. She scrubbed her in the shower, soaked her in a musk-oil-laden hot bath and gave her a marvelous massage. To Bobbie's utter amazement, Andy even took her to bed for a nap and held the girl tightly while caressing the back of her neck and her shoulders. After feeding her, Andy dressed her with exquisite care and then turned her over to Sam to drive her home in time to be picked up by Terry. As she was ready to leave the apartment, Andy said softly, "Tonight's the night, isn't it?" Pretending not to understand Bobbie said, "What night?" Andy grinned, slowly shook her head and said, "The night you give yourself to Terry. It is, isn't it?" When Bobbie tried to protest, Andy just raised an eyebrow skeptically and shook her head. Then the girl threw her arms around Andy and said, "Oh God, yes! Oh, Andy, I hope so." Then she looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you think he'll have me? Do you think he'll let me live with him as his mistress?" Bobbie was utterly crushed when Andy replied without any elaboration, "No, Bobbie, I don't think he will." To Bobbie's mild chagrin, Terry had insisted on arriving at the show as soon as the doors opened. Although she pointed out — correctly — that everyone arrived late, Terry was adamant. In spite of pointing out that artists are among the world's latest-arriving people, he could not be dissuaded. Since she really didn't care that much, she finally agreed to his timing. When Terry arrived to pick her up and saw her, he let out a soft whistle of appreciation and said, "Bobbie, you look utterly spectacular!" With her eyes shining she said, "Terry, would you kiss me once? Please?" When he did and her body warmed, it released the action of the musk oil that drenched her body. Terry smelled the most marvelous fragrance wafting into his nostrils. When he asked about it, she said with the warmest smile he had ever seen, "Darling, it's me. At least, I think it's me." Then with a little grin she said, "Oh, hell! It's supposed to be me." She explained what musk oil was and how it enhanced the body's natural odors. He just lightly kissed her again and they started walking towards school. Bobbie felt both wonderful and apprehensive. She knew she had never looked nearly so good in her life. On the other hand, she had been a prostitute and had made sure that Terry knew it too. Over the previous weeks, while posing she had told him everything she had ever done sparing herself nothing. They were walking hand-in-hand and just that innocent contact felt wonderful. At the same time she kept thinking about what Andy had said. She was still bemused when they entered the exhibition hall. The first things they saw were her portrait of the Taylors and, beside it, Terry's figure study of her. She gasped as she looked at his painting and covered her mouth with her hand. Finally, she said in an awe-struck tone of voice, "My God, Terry! What did you do?" "I painted your picture." He looked at her carefully and asked quietly, "Don't you like it?" "But who is she?" Bobbie exclaimed. "That can't be me! No woman can possibly look as beautiful as the woman in that picture. No one!" There on the canvas was Bobbie reclined against a neutral background so there would be nothing to distract attention away from her magnificent body. Moreover, there was a look of incredible love in her eyes that then seemed to radiate from her entire body. Beyond that, though, the love of the artist for his model suffused the whole painting. It almost literally dripped with love. Shaking her head, she said softly, "No one could possibly love a person that much! It's impossible!" "I did it!" Terry exclaimed. "Oh God, thank you! I did it! I was able to get my love for you on the canvas. You see it, don't you?" Then he reached out and took her into his arms and kissed her. His kiss was so powerful it almost literally knocked her out. Then he murmured in her ear, "My darling Bobbie, I love you so much! I really and truly do." The two just clung to one another in a passionate embrace and ignored the passage of time. When they finally parted, they realized that quite a number of people had arrived to see the exhibit. To their embarrassment, everyone was gathered around their two pictures. Except for a few student artists checking on the positioning of their own works, no one seemed to be looking at anything else. When the people got a good look at Bobbie, and realized she was the model for the figure study they had all been admiring, they crowded around looking first at her, then at the oil and then back again. She was utterly stunned when the consensus opinion was that Terry had gotten it exactly right. She was as beautiful in life as she was in the painting. She could not believe it. She also teased him when she learned that Terry had received a "D–" for his work, too, and for the same reason: No woman could possibly look as beautiful as Bobbie did in it. As they stood there, Alec Richardson came up to them and now Bobbie was mad. "I understand that you don't believe I look the way I do in Terry's painting. Why not?" Richardson was taken aback. Before he could reply, two other instructors joined him and together the three critiqued the work. Alec took the lead. Pointing to her breasts in the painting, he shook his head and said, "No woman looks like that — unless she has had major-league silicone implants. Look at the shoulders: No woman alive has muscle development like that! And the skin tones: Ridiculous! It makes you appear to have golden skin." As he said it he swallowed hard realizing that the skin tones of her face, arms, and lower legs did match the picture. But he continued, "Look at the curve of the hip, the pelvis and crotch. Impossible!..." "Oh, I see," Bobbie said dryly. Then, before anyone knew what she was doing, she stripped off her dress, handed it to Terry to hold, and stood there, wearing only her heels and her bikini. Standing next to the painting she said, "Skin tone? What do you think?" When she stripped off her dress, Richardson and his colleagues were utterly stunned at her beauty. Going up close to him she said, "Feel my tit. I think you'll agree it's firm — and it's all me. And while you're at it, check out my shoulders and upper arms: It may be impossible, but honest, it's me." As if mesmerized, the instructor put out his hand and touched her breast. "Squeeze it!" she demanded. "I can assure you I'm not at all breakable. Squeeze it!" she repeated. This time he did. His face dropped as he realized how utterly exquisite this girl really was. Then he ran his fingers lightly over her shoulders and upper arms, feeling the very smooth muscles right under her satin-smooth skin respond to his touch. His colleague, Jasper Clendon, did the same thing. In the meantime, the people attending the show just watched the developments in utter amazement. Although Bobbie was nearly naked, she appeared totally unconcerned and matter-of-fact about it. It was as if she were modeling for an anatomy class. Finally Richardson looked at his colleagues who were just shaking their heads in utter amazement. Then he turned to Terry and said, "Your project has just been re-graded, Williams. It's now an A+. Congratulations." Terry had been watching the proceedings with a mixture of amazement and amusement. Moreover, he took Bobbie's actions for what they were: an expression of her love for him. He knew she had accepted her own grade but had fought for his. "Don't you think you would feel better, honey, with your dress on?" he asked quietly as he held it out to her. She grinned and slipped it over her head, zipped it up and restored her hair with just a flick of her hand. Before Terry could say anything else, a man came up to them and asked if Terry was the artist. When he said he was, the man offered to buy his painting for one thousand dollars. Terry told him it was not for sale, but the man increased his offer to five thousand, then ten thousand, and finally twenty thousand dollars. Each time the answer was the same: The painting was not for sale at any price. Bobbie was shocked. Then she was hailed and spun around to see Kelly coming into the hall, followed by Andy and Jack. She also saw Sam and Ellie Duncan several yards to the rear. Barbara waved at them and Sam winked while Ellie gave a little wave of her hand. As they had entered the hall, the Taylors had overheard a number of spectators talking about the remarkable performance they had just witnessed. After Andy kissed Bobbie, Terry quickly told her what had happened and what Bobbie had done. He ended by saying, "And she got a 'D–', too, and for the same reason." Seeing Richardson a few feet away he said, "And here's the chairman of the judging committee, Mr. Richardson. Perhaps he can explain their grading to you." Richardson heard his name mentioned and came over. Bobbie introduced the Taylors to him. At the mention of Andrea and Jack Taylor, Richardson's jaw dropped. "But you ... You're..." "The subject of Bobbie's painting?" Andy finished. "I guess so. On the way in I heard what she did for Terry Williams. Mr. Richardson, let me say right now that I love this girl very much. My family and I would also be happy to strip right here, right now, if that would convince you that she got the anatomy and skin tones right." Andy looked into his eyes and then shook her head. "But that's not it, is it?" Richardson was dumbstruck. Finally he regained his voice and murmured, "My God! You're not human. None of you are. The goodness and the love..." He just slowly shook his head and said, "It's real, isn't it?" Then he turned to Bobbie, held out his hand and said, "Barbara, I owe you an abject apology. I could not have been more wrong about you or about your work. I remember saying that representational art disappeared with the development of the camera. Well, young lady, you have just proven me wrong! I looked at your painting and saw an incredible level of goodness and love. Now I meet your subjects and do you know what? Now I see so clearly what you saw when you did the portrait. Without your work, though, I probably would have missed it completely." Then he shook his head sadly and said, "Barbara Cumings, you get an 'A+' on your project and an 'A+' for your degree grade. You are an utterly brilliant artist, and I'm sure I will be bragging for the rest of my life that Barbara Cumings was a student of mine." He looked into her eyes and said, "Will you forgive me? Please?" The girl pulled the older man's head down and kissed him softly full on the lips. When she parted, she shook his hand and thanked him for all he had taught her. Richardson shook hands with the rest of the party and excused himself. When he had gone, Bobbie turned to Terry and said, "Honey, why didn't you sell the picture? You turned down a great deal of money? Why?" Terry looked at her and was pleased that all the Taylors were beside them. Their presence fitted into his plan. "Barbara Cumings, did you say that if I beat you at 200 meters I could have you any way I wanted, for as long as I wanted?" Bobbie just nodded her head while she looked into his eyes. There was an expression there that she couldn't read. "Well," he said, "that's why I couldn't possibly sell it." Bobbie was utterly baffled at his reply. She just shook her had and said, "Terry, I don't understand. What does having my body to use have to do with selling your painting? It makes no sense. What are you going to do with it?" "I was afraid you would never ask," he replied with the warmest smile on his face she had ever seen. "It's going to hang over our bed, darling." He took both of her hands in his, looked into her eyes and said, "It's really for the children. Honey, our oldest won't see his or her mother out of maternity clothes until the age of fifteen anyway, so I thought we should keep the painting to show our children what their mother looks like when she's not pregnant. Isn't that a great idea?" Bobbie began to cry. "I can't, Terry! I love you desperately, but giving birth to fatherless children ... I just couldn't do it..." "Fatherless?" he exclaimed. "Don't I count?" "But darling, if we're not married..." "Why wouldn't we be?" Then Terry brightened as if he had forgotten something. He hadn't. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "I guess I forgot something along the way. Darling," he continued, "I forgot to mention that the way I am going to take your body is as my wife! What other way is there?" Now Bobbie began to cry in earnest. To the others she had never looked so incredibly beautiful nor so vulnerable as she did then. "Terry, I'm a whore!" she cried. "You don't know what you're saying..." "Honey, didn't you look at my painting carefully? Couldn't you see my love? Did I miss so badly? God knows, I tried to communicate the incredible love I feel for you on canvas." Her tears stopped and her face reflected a kaleidoscope of emotion. Then her face brightened and her eyes were filled with hope and love. Slowly and softly she said, "You really do love me, don't you? In spite of all I've been and everything I've done, you honest-to-God love me. Do you, Terry?" He took her into his arms and crushed her body to his powerful chest. While stroking her hair he whispered into her ear, "My darling Bobbie, I utterly adore you! I want you to be my wife. I want it desperately! Will you have me as your husband? Please?" The girl began to cry but this time they were tears of joy. She was hearing something she had never even dreamed of ever hearing. The man she loved with all her heart loved her, too! She eased away just far enough to focus her brilliant blue eyes on his. Looking deeply into them she said, "It's really true, isn't it? You really do love me. My darling, I adore you and always have. You have just made me the happiest girl in the whole world!" At that point the Taylors and the Duncans crowded around to congratulate the young couple. Then they all returned to the Taylor apartment for an impromptu engagement party. ------- Chapter 11 Anita Lucas Taylor was leaning back in her executive chair with her eyes closed, reflecting on the events of the last few days. She thought about the dinner at home the night before, smiled warmly to herself, and opened her eyes to look at the new watch on her wrist. It was an 18-ct. gold woman's Rolex that had been presented to her by her brand-new parents. ------- Actually, it had been an embarrassment to both Kelly and her. They had been planning for an anniversary celebration for their parents and had decided to make it a first anniversary in spite of them having been married for nine years. Mom — Nita was so happy now to think of Andy as Mom — insisted that the first eight years were a total loss and shouldn't even count. The hangup in their planning was the problem of gifts. There was nothing they could think of to give their parents. Then at dinner the previous night — Andy had asked Kelly and her to please dress — after finishing the main course, Mom had asked Ellie to bring out champagne flutes. When she did, it was obviously by prearrangement because she brought out six and she and Sam pulled chairs up to the table after Sam had poured the Dom Pérignon. When the Duncans were seated, Jack reached into his jacket pocket, took out two pieces of paper and, after checking to see which was which, passed one to Kelly and the other to her. Both were still folded. Opening hers, Nita saw that it was a sealed court order of adoption: Anita Lucas was now the adopted daughter of Andrea Pierce Taylor and John Fletcher Taylor, III. When she saw what it was, Nita jumped from her chair and ran to Jack — Kelly had already bolted towards Andy — sat across his lap and kissed him with all the love she possessed. When she broke the love-laden kiss, she whispered, "Dad, this is the happiest and proudest day of my life! I can't tell you how happy you have just made me." Leaving his arms, she went to Andy and sat across her lap. This time, though, she completely lost control and started to bawl. Andy hugged her tightly and whispered, "We love you so much, darling daughter! You and your sister give us such incredible joy!" Nita was so stunned by Andy's words she recoiled and said, "Mom, how can you say such a thing? Of course, Kelly and I love you desperately, but how can we possibly give you joy? All I ever do is cause trouble." Andy melted her lips against Nita's and the flow of purest love almost knocked the girl out. When Andy relaxed her hold, she said, "Darling, that's what is so joyful! You and Kelly are constantly teasing each other, chasing each other around the apartment ... And you are so incredibly beautiful!" By now Nita had reached her physical objective: She was a physical duplicate of Kelly and Andy herself. Her brown hair was now so sun-streaked that it was a virtual duplicate of Kathy's hair, with colors ranging from medium brown to platinum blonde. Moreover, it had been styled by Henry Hall in a very short boy's cut to replicate Andy's. Returning to her seat, she sat down facing Kelly. The champagne was still sitting untasted in front of them and Jack was making no move towards his glass. Instead he reached down beneath his chair and brought up two identically wrapped and sized boxes. Giving one box to each girl he said softly, "Happy birthday to Anita Lucas Taylor and Kelly Carmichael Taylor. I can't tell you how happy your new mother and I are right now!" Unwrapping the package, Nita's eyes widened as she saw it was a Rolex box. Opening it, she found her gold watch. Carefully removing it from the box she looked at it and then turned it over. On the back was engraved: "To Anita Lucas Taylor from her parents who love her with all their hearts on the day of her 'birth'." When Nita looked up, tears were streaming down her cheeks. Although she couldn't focus her eyes very well, she was almost certain that Kelly had received the same gift and was reacting the same way. Then Jack raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast to two of the finest young women in the world; two women who have honored Andy and me by allowing us to adopt them as our daughters. To Kelly Carmichael Taylor and Anita Lucas Taylor: A loving welcome from their parents who adore them." Kelly replied to the toast first, and then it was Nita's turn. She raised her glass, while tears streamed down her beautiful face, and said, "Thank you, Dad, and thank you, Mom. Today I am the happiest person in the world. I have been welcomed into the most loving household in the whole world. How loving is it? Let me tell you about my wonderful new kid sister, Kelly. "We were talking in bed awhile ago about things that would make us most happy. Do you know what her ideal would be? It would be to donate her beating heart to you, Mom, or to you, Dad, if, by doing so, your lives might be extended. She said she would kiss the other parent, then kiss the recipient and then lay down on the operating table beside them so that her heart could enable him or her to live." Looking towards each end of the table she saw that tears were flowing from her new parents' eyes. Then she said, "That would truly be the height of Kelly's happiness: to give her life that you might live! This is my new kid sister. "Is there more? Of course! Do you remember a week ago Saturday when Kevin was over and we watched that sexy movie on cable?" Looking at Jack she said, "You got so carried away you took Mom right on the floor. I can remember her trying to look over her head while you were reaming her so she could still see what was happening—" "That's right!" Andy interjected. "And, Jack Taylor, I'm still mad at you, too. The least you could have done was to take me in the ass or from the rear so I could watch, too." "Anyway," Nita continued, "Kelly got carried away and took Kevin in her mouth while he ate her cunt. I just sat there." Looking back and forth she asked, "Do you know what happened later? I went to bed while Kelly rode home with Kevin. I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by this marvelous feeling in my crotch. Opening my eyes I turn on the light and see this hump under the covers. Throwing them back, I find my kid sister eating my cunt. As soon as I did, she changed positions, put my legs over her shoulders and worked on me for nearly an hour. I must have cum continuously for nearly thirty minutes before she put me out. When I asked her about it the next morning, do you know what she said?" Looking right and left she saw her parents shaking their heads. Answering her own rhetorical question Nita continued, "She said she could see me writhing on the sofa with no way to satisfy my own passion, so she decided to do it for me. Can you imagine? That's my kid sister." Nita looked to her left at Andy and said, "But most of all, there's my mother." Pausing for a moment she said, "I realize that it's a little odd when a girl's mother is only five years older than she is. But what does a mother do? She guides, she teaches, she trains, she motivates ... But most of all, she loves! Mom, that's you." Turning to Jack she said, "And then there's my father. He loves me, he protects me, but most of all, when he's with Mom he shows me what married love can really be. He is Mom's motivating and powering force." After pausing for a moment she added, "You know, it's a damned good thing that we're on the fortieth floor. Any lower and we might be drowned by all the love that's generated here." Then with a little grin she added, "I wonder if it leaks through the ceilings of the apartments below... ?" ------- Nita's reverie was interrupted by the telephone. It was Charles Mason's secretary calling to ask if she was free to come to the store president's office. After saying she would be over immediately, Nita checked her appearance in a small mirror she kept in her office and then went down the hall to his. When she entered the office, Mason smiled at her and indicated for her to take a seat. He was just ending a phone conversation. After hanging up the instrument, Mason looked at the girl sitting across from him and thought again of the fact that people who are together all the time rarely see physical changes in their colleagues. The first day he had met her, which was shortly after she joined the store, he thought she was a very pretty girl. But now she was stunningly beautiful. Moreover, every move she made was incredibly graceful and easy, reminding him of an athlete or a trained dancer. She was sitting at ease and yet her back was up straight, her head was up and her hands were folded in her lap. Even her hands are beautiful, he thought. As the president of a top women's fashion store, Mason was always conscious of a woman's dress. Today he saw that Nita was wearing a beautiful gray wool suit with a high-necked silk blouse. Aside from the gold watch she was wearing, her only adornment was a double strand of pearls. The girl was stunned at Mason's first words: "Nita, it really doesn't work." "What doesn't work? I'm afraid I don't understand." Mason was in his late fifties. He looked distinguished in a very conservatively-cut suit. Born to money, he mingled easily and freely with the store's customers and moved in the same social circles. Now he just grinned broadly and said, "Nita, I hope you know how highly you are regarded by everyone here at Bergdorf's? There are even some of us who love you. To me, you are the beautiful daughter that my wife and I never had." The grin turned into a warm smile as he continued, "Because of who you are, some of us watch you very carefully. For example, you're going to be in a meeting with Bill Johnson today, aren't you?" Nita was so shocked her jaw almost dropped. "Yes, sir," she replied slowly, "but how did you know?" "I didn't know, Nita, I guessed." Now he looked amused as he explained, "I guess it's something I noticed for the first time a couple of months ago. Whenever you come to work doing your nun imitation, it means you're meeting Bill Johnson. But it doesn't work. You see, you are so incredibly beautiful, your beauty would show if you were wearing flour sacks." Now he grinned and added, "By the way, please don't! Some of our customers would see how beautiful you look in them and will want them, too. Then where would we be? How could we make any money? And what would our suppliers think?" Then he asked, "But why do you do it? Bill is really a very nice guy." Nita just slowly shook her head. Mason was absolutely correct, of course, but she wasn't about to admit it. Fortunately, she didn't have to, as he changed the subject. "Nita, first of all, congratulations! I learned yesterday that you are now Anita Lucas Taylor, the daughter of John Fletcher Taylor, III, and Andrea Pierce Taylor. I think it's wonderful! Your new mother called me yesterday to tell me and asked me to go over a few things with you." He looked down at his desk pad and then back up at her eyes. For the first time, he noticed how beautiful her gray eyes really were and then noticed that in spite of wearing no makeup, her whole appearance was vivid. Even her lips were cherry red and yet there was no sign of any lipstick. She was truly an incredible beauty. Continuing, he said, "I think your mother wanted me to talk to you in order to get your true reaction and opinion. She thinks — correctly, I believe — that she loves you so much and you return the love that you would answer, not in terms of what you want, but rather in terms of what you think she would want. That's true, isn't it?" Nita started to object but then just nodded ruefully and said, "Yes, sir. I guess it is." He smiled warmly and continued, "First, your parents asked me to give you this." With that he passed over a Morgan-Guaranty cashier's check in the amount of $100 million. Nita looked at the amount — the numeral one followed by eight zeros — and almost fainted. Mason just looked at the utterly stunned expression that came over the girl's face. The girl was truly shocked speechless. "They want you to be financially independent, Nita. They want you to lead your own life and not feel tied to them. At the same time they love you desperately. To your parents, it's just a small token of their love. Will you accept it in that vein? Please?" Nita had recovered enough to say, "Yes, sir. I will." She folded the check and stuffed it into her wallet. Then she sat up even straighter in the chair and asked, "What's next?" "The second follows from the first, Nita. They want to know if you wish to continue to work. Obviously, you have so much money now it's not necessary for you ever to do a lick of work again in your life. To put the money they gave you into context, it can easily provide you with a tax-free income in the range of $5 to $10 million a year or $50,000 to $100,000 a week! Do you understand?" To Nita, the amounts were like telephone numbers. However, when Mason translated the money into a weekly income, she began to grasp the enormity of what had been given to her. Then she said softly, "I would like to continue to work here, sir, if I may. Will you allow it?" At this point Mason startled himself. Jumping up from his chair, he rushed around his desk to Nita. Not knowing what he had in mind, she rose to her feet, also. Then he took her in his arms and held her tight, then kissed her on the cheek. To his astonishment, she moved her head, molded her lips to his and gave him the most incredible kiss he had ever had. Again, it was a kiss of the purest love and goodness. When she released him, he murmured, "My God! Woman, you should be declared illegal!" Then with a grin he added, "In fact, all of you should be, beginning with your mother and including your sister, Kelly; Mrs. Carlson, Miss Jeffries, Mrs. Clifford ... All of you!" Then, while still holding her in the circle of his arms, he asked, "Could I interpret the kiss to mean that you would be happy to stay? You're not just being nice?" She assured him that she really did want to remain at the store. Then he said, "Thank God!" Releasing her, he returned to his seat. "That was the worst of it — for me, at least," he explained. "You see, Nita, I was scared to death. If you resigned, I honestly don't know how we could possibly replace you. To be very honest, the store's owners know what you are doing for us. I have been ordered to do anything — and I mean anything — necessary to keep you here, up to and including giving you this job and this office. Understand?" Suddenly Nita began to cry. "But you can't say that!" she exclaimed. "I'm a fraud, a phony..." "Why?" he asked. "Because you didn't graduate from college? Because you're twenty-three years old, not twenty-eight?" Then he looked at her and said, "You are exactly like your mother and your sister. You are beautiful, refined, intelligent, kind ... And Nita, in your case you are possibly the greatest women's fashion authority alive! At age twenty-three!" Nita was utterly stunned. "You mean ... You knew?" "Honey, we're not always as dumb as we act. You see, after you performed so brilliantly when you joined us, we couldn't understand how any merchant would ever allow you to leave his store. Anyway, we made discreet inquiries and tracked your career backwards. The reason we never said anything was that if you wanted to pretend to be five years older than you are, we felt it was your business, not ours." Then with a grin he added, "Of course, in forty years or so, when you apply for Social Security, I guess we would have to say something ... But until then..." At that Nita began to laugh. It was the merriest sound Mason had ever heard. Then he continued, "That brings me to the last point: Your mother wants to know if you wish to use your new name here at the store. To put it into perspective, all she wanted to know was which would be better: ... from the store's point of view and from yours." Then he shook his head as if to clear it and said, "I repeat what I said a moment ago: Your mother should be declared illegal. There is no one as good, as kind and as considerate as she is. No one!" Looking at her he asked, "Can you believe it?" "Yes, sir," she replied. "I would only be surprised at any other behavior on her part. You see, sir, my parents love each other desperately but don't care anything for themselves. It's always for others." Again she stiffened her spine and her eyes seemed to bore into his. Clearly she was trying to communicate something that was very important to her. "If I've changed — and I think I have — it's to try to be worthy of my parents' love. There's nothing I can give them ... except myself. I want to make myself into the best person I can be so they will be proud. By the way, please understand: Their pride is not in anything they've done; it's pride in what I do. They refuse to accept even a shred of credit for anything Kelly or I ever do. But yes, sir, I do believe it. What's your answer?" Mason just shook his head as he realized that everything this beautiful girl had told him was absolutely true. He replied, "Anita Lucas is the best-known fashion authority in New York and possibly in the United States. Nita, we would just as soon keep it that way, if it's all right with you." She agreed immediately. Then he added, "There's only one more thing — and it's really none of my business. But please don't be so hard on Bill Johnson ... or so hard on yourself. Please?" She just nodded. Checking her watch she found it was time for her meeting so she excused herself and headed for the conference room. ------- As Bill Johnson approached Bergdorf-Goodman, he did so with a feeling of dread. Again he would be seeing Anita Lucas and the thought made him want to cry. From the first instant he saw her he had been dazzled by her. She was the ultimate sophisticated New York socialite — the type of woman who scared him to death. Bill Johnson was six feet three with sandy hair and brilliant blue eyes. He was very handsome yet didn't really know it. Growing up in a small Indiana town was certainly no background for dealing with women like her. As a high-school wide receiver he had come to the attention of a number of college scouts. When he was selected to the All-State team in his junior year, he heard from more. The great surprise came when he was contacted by an alumni recruiter from Yale University. All he had known about Ivy League schools was that they had outstanding reputations ... and were incredibly expensive. With his parents both dead and their insurance money almost exhausted, Bill knew that the only way he could go to college would be on an athletic scholarship. Thus he concentrated on improving his football skills. The contact from Yale was unique in his experience. Instead of talking about football the man talked about his academic record and other interests. Bill told him he was a member of the National Honor Society, active in student government, and president of the senior class. Responding to the man's encouragement, he took the SATs. The net of it was that he applied to Yale and was accepted — with a scholarship that paid for tuition, room, board and all fees. There was even a living allowance. Curiously, there was no mention of football or athletics at all. It was only when he had Yale's letter in hand that he realized there was such a thing as a scholarship for all-around excellence. At Yale, he starred for three years on the football team and was elected captain in his senior year. After a stint in the army, he went to Harvard Business School and then joined the advertising agency where he had just been elected a vice president. With his career beginning to go well, Bill had been screwing up his courage to ask Anita Lucas for a date. Then he learned something that almost destroyed him: Nita had become a rich man's mistress! The night he learned about it, he cried for the first time since his parents had been killed. He couldn't understand how a girl as beautiful, as brilliant, and as talented as she was could do such a thing. But it just got worse! In spite of himself, he had to admit that every time he saw Nita, she looked even better than she had the time before. Bill was now utterly defeated. When he learned what she had done, he was hoping that the experience would ultimately repel her. It was not happening. The last time he had seen her she was the most exquisite thing on two feet he had ever seen. Everything about her was perfection. As he approached the store's front door, he thought about the last time he had seen her. When she had left him, he watched as she just walked away. As usual, her attire was extremely conservative. Nevertheless, it was impossible to hide the incredible beauty of her body and when she walked away, he could see her beautifully trim little ass move with the most seductive — yet at the same time, ladylike — little wiggle. Bill rose to his feet when Nita came into the conference room and his heart turned over. Not only was she even more beautiful than she had been the last time he saw her, now she looked utterly joyous. Not only was she showing no signs of breaking off with her lover, she seemed to be thriving in the relationship. Bill was heartbroken. During the meeting, Nita behaved towards him the way she always did: businesslike and aloof. Yet this time there seemed to be something different, he thought. It was almost as if there was an undertone of amusement. When the meeting concluded, the other attendees left quickly, leaving Bill alone with Nita. Like a drowning man grasping for anything to stay afloat, Bill blurted, "Nita, you must stop it!" Nita had been gathering up her papers when Bill spoke. She felt her heart turn over but gave no sign. "What must I stop, Bill?" she asked quietly. Having started there was no stopping. Bill just bulled ahead and said, "You're much too good a person to destroy yourself as a rich man's mistress! Why are you doing it? Please! Give it up. You can't need the money or..." Even as he spoke, he realized how ridiculous he sounded. He dropped his head so she wouldn't see the tears that had come into his eyes and were blinding him. Groping around the table, he grabbed all the papers within reach and just shoved them into his case. He had just closed it when he heard her say, "Bill, it's after five o'clock. Would you like to have a drink with me and talk about it?" He looked up in shock. When he did, Nita saw the tears in his eyes and again her heart turned over. My God! she thought, Bill Johnson appears to care for me! Maintaining her composure, she smiled when he immediately agreed. She picked up the phone, called Sam and asked if he could pick her up in ten minutes. Turning her back to Bill, she dropped her voice and quickly told him that she was bringing Bill Johnson back to the apartment. Sam chuckled and said he would tell the others and would be right over. Bill's eyes widened when they left the store and found a Rolls limousine waiting at the curb. "Good evening, Miss Anita," Sam said very formally as he held the door. With the slightest nod he acknowledged the wink she gave him. When they were seated in the car and it was moving away from the curb, Bill looked surprised and asked, "Where are we going, anyway?" "Oh," she said blithely, "back to the apartment. My lover won't be over tonight so..." Nita just ignored his protests. When they arrived at the apartment, Bill was surprised as they went up the walk to the entrance. Being very tall, he was used to shortening his stride when walking with a woman, but with Nita he realized she had very long legs and easily maintained his normal pace. After exchanging a cheery greeting with the receptionist, she walked towards a private elevator. When they entered the cherry-wood paneled penthouse elevator, Bill's heart sank even lower. Clearly, Nita's lover was incredibly rich and was taking very good care of her. What if she really likes it? he wondered. When the elevator doors slid smoothly open, he found himself face-to-face with the most beautiful black woman he had ever seen. She was wearing an incredibly sexy white maid's uniform and was holding open the apartment door. "Good evening, Miss Anita," she said in the softest, most musical voice he had ever heard. "I hope you had a good day." "Thank you, Ellie," Nita replied with a wink Bill couldn't see. "It was very good." Turning to Bill she said, "Bill, this is Ellen Duncan, our maid. Ellie, this is Bill Johnson." Bill was surprised at the firmness of the woman's grip. She took his coat and Nita's, and then Anita led the way into the most incredible apartment he had ever seen. He had seen nothing remotely comparable in even the finest decorating magazines. As she led the way into the library, it was all Nita could do to control a grin. When they entered, her mother and Kelly both rose from their chairs. As she knew they would be, they were perfect in their roles. Both were exquisitely dressed and looked even more beautiful than usual. "Mom and Sis," Nita said, "This is Bill Johnson. Bill, this is my mother, Andy Taylor, and my baby sister, Kelly." Bill was so utterly stunned he almost fell down. His jaw dropped and he just stood there dumbstruck. "Wouldn't you feel better with your mouth closed?" Kelly asked innocently. Her hand and Andy's were still outstretched. Closing his mouth with a snap he stammered, "How ... How do you do?" Then he remembered his hand at his side and took Andy's in a firm grip, then Kelly's. Then he looked at Nita who was grinning from ear to ear. "But ... but I ... but I thought you were..." He couldn't continue. "You thought I was a rich man's mistress?" Nita finished. Well, Mom and Dad are pretty rich, and I live here at home so I guess you were pretty close." Then turning to Kelly she said, "How about a quick workout and a swim?" "Great!" Kelly replied. Bill was dumfounded to see the elegantly-attired Nita scamper off with the beautiful young woman she referred to as her baby sister. As amused as Andy was by the situation — she knew exactly what had happened — she took pity on Bill. Taking him by the elbow, she led him, as if in a trance, to an easy chair and sat him down. When Sam appeared a moment later, she asked for a scotch on the rocks for Bill and a club soda with a lime for herself. When Sam left to make the drinks, she smiled the warmest smile Bill had ever seen and said, "Please accept my apologies, Bill. That was a dirty trick my daughter, Nita, just played on you." "But ... but ... but I don't understand," he protested. "She can't be your daughter. I mean..." "Why, William Johnson," Andy protested with a wide grin, "what's the matter with you? I gave birth to Anita at the age of five and Kelly when I was ten. What's so wrong with that?" Bill began to recover his wits and his sense of humor at the same time. Rising from his chair he bent over and pointed to his ass saying, "Mrs. Taylor, would you please give me a good hard kick? Right here!" Then he sat down again and said, "I really can't believe that there could be three women as beautiful as you three. Today, I thought Nita was the most beautiful girl in the world. Now, I'm afraid I'll have to modify it and say she's the most beautiful brown-haired girl ... And you are the most beautiful blonde and Kelly is the most beautiful brunette." Then he shook his head and added, "But you are so incredibly alike! It's unbelievable." "Bill, let's get off on the right foot, shall we?" Andy asked. "First, please call me Andy. You might be older than I am. In fact, I'm twenty-eight." "Andy," Bill replied, "You're right. I'm twenty-nine." By this time he had received his drink and had taken a sip. Doing a double-take he said, "Good heavens! What is this? It is utter ambrosia — the finest scotch I've ever tasted!" "I don't know for sure," Andy replied, "but it's probably Cardhu. It is pretty good, isn't it?" Changing the subject she said, "Bill, I would consider it a personal favor if you would agree to stay for dinner. And from the look on Nita's face, she has plans for you to take her out afterwards. Do you mind?" "Mind?" he exclaimed. "My God! How could I possibly?" Then he told Andy how much he had admired Nita — loved her — from the first instant he saw her and had finally screwed up his courage to ask her for a date. Then, over the last few months, every time he saw her she looked even more beautiful than the time before. Since he heard that she had become a rich man's mistress just when he was going to ask her out, he was waiting for her to get tired of the arrangement, but it had never happened. "In fact," he said, "today was the all-time record. I have never seen a girl look as beautiful as Nita did today." Hearing what sounded like a big splash, Bill turned in his chair and was in time to see the flash of Nita's nude body as she dove into the water. Although the surface of the pool was below his sight-line he could see the swimmers' progress by the water being kicked up. He turned back to Andy and said incredulously, "Good heavens! You have a full-sized pool? Way up here!?" "Sure do," Andy replied casually. Then she asked, "Would you like to do a few laps before dinner? I'm sure the girls wouldn't mind your company." Bill quickly declined. Then they talked about Bill's background from Indiana, through Yale, the Army and then the Harvard Business School. He was talking to the most fascinating woman he had ever met when he heard the sound of the door opening and Jack's cry that he was home. Andy called to him and he came into the library to greet Bill wearing his usual work shirt and jeans. Being introduced by Andy, he took Bill's hand in a powerful grip and said, "I'm delighted to meet you, Bill. I'm Jack Taylor, Nita's father." Then he took Andy into his arms and they melted their lips into each other's in the most passionate kiss Bill had ever seen. When they eased away from each other, Bill excused himself to shower and change while Andy's eyes were still glassy from the kiss. "You love him very much, don't you?" Bill said softly. Shaking her head to clear it Andy replied, "You sure got that right. I love Jack Taylor more than life itself!" Hearing the words after seeing them together, Bill believed that it was the literal truth. He was continuing to tell her about himself when he stopped in mid-sentence and said, "Andy Taylor, you are an incredible woman. Do you know that?" "That's a very nice thing for you to say even if it's not true," she responded. "But why did you say it when you did?" "Because it is true. I suddenly realized that I was telling you my entire life story with just a little prompting from you. I have just told you things I have never told to a living soul," he replied. He paused for a moment and added, "And I think I know why, too. For some reason — and I'm damned if I know what it is — I am convinced that you are genuinely interested. You are, Andy, but why are you?" "Because," she replied simply, "I think I have a responsibility to Nita to get to know the man she intends to marry." This time Bill was truly struck dumb. He had heard the words, but moreover, he heard them as a simple statement of fact. His jaw dropped and his mouth was still open when Nita returned to the room. In slightly less than one hour she had had a full gym workout, swum 1,000 meters, took a shower, soaked in a bathtub loaded with musk oil, been massaged by Kelly with even more of the precious oil and dressed. She was wearing a dress that Kathy Carlson and her mother referred to as "Clifford & Jamison standard": It's neckline plunged between her firm tits down to her navel, it's back dropped to the crack between her ass cheeks and it had a full short silk chiffon skirt that would flare out straight in a spin. It's color was a very pale gray that complimented her beautiful eyes. Looking at Bill she said softly, "Hi! I'm back. I hope I didn't take too long." Spinning in his chair, Bill closed his mouth only to have it drop open again. He had never realized the degree to which Nita had worked to conceal her beauty in the past whenever they might be together. Tonight was the exact reverse. With Kelly's help, she was trying to look as good as it was possible for her ever to look. With Anita, that was very beautiful, indeed. As if in a trance Bill rose to his feet looking at the apparition standing in front of him. As soon as he was on his feet Nita reached out, put her hands around his neck and kissed him. Their first kiss was even better than she had hoped. She could hear the bells and feel a jolt of electricity through her body that almost knocked her down. It caused her to hold on to his neck even tighter. By this time his hands had come up from his sides and wrapped around her back pulling her tightly against his body. Now Nita concentrated on working her lips on his. When her tongue darted like a small snake into his mouth and contacted his, there was another jolt of electricity. Andy smiled warmly. It looked like things were working out for her beloved daughter. At the same time Bill realized that his hands were on Nita's bare back. Moving his right hand over the golden tanned surface he realized how perfect this girl really was. Finally they eased out of the kiss but continued to hold on to each other. When she could finally speak, Nita said, "Thank you so much, Bill. That kiss was utterly delicious!" For his part Bill didn't know what to say. Taking his hand, she led him to the sofa and they sat down together. Turning to her mother she asked, "Have you learned Bill's entire life story yet? Is there anything I should know?" "One thing, darling," Andy replied. "He's from Indiana and went to Yale on a full scholarship. Does that make you feel better?" "As a matter of fact, no," Nita replied. "How do you think Bill would feel with a wife who only graduated from high school? He already has two degrees to my none!" Then she explained her background to Bill omitting nothing. There were tears in her eyes when she finished. By this time Jack had joined the group along with Kelly. They had listened to the end of Nita's story and watched Bill's reaction with interest. Jack knew that Nita's self-appraisal was wrong. But she finished by saying, "Bill, I know this is the first and only time you will ever see me, but ... but ... could you take me out for a while after dinner? Please? I'll pay." "The hell you will!" Bill exclaimed. "If you think for one minute I'm going to allow my wife to tell all our children that she paid for our first date, you've got another think coming!" "Wife? Children?" Nita exclaimed. "What children?" "All the children you're going to bear for me in that magnificent body of yours." Then his face fell and he added, "I'm sorry, Nita. Do you want children? As the prospective mother, of course, it's your decision." "Darling," she replied, "all I can say is what a wonderful friend was told. Her fiancé has a gorgeous nude painting of her and told her it was going to hang over their bed. He turned down an offer of twenty thousand dollars for it, too. When she asked him why, he told her it was to show the kids what their mother looked like when she wasn't pregnant. 'After all, ' he said, 'the oldest might be fifteen before you're out of maternity clothes.'" With the warmest look Bill had ever seen, she added, "When I heard what he said, my only thought for myself was that the oldest would be over twenty-one! Darling, I want dozens!" Then he saw the most incredible love he could imagine in her eyes as she said, "My darling, will you give me another kiss?" She grinned and added, "Since we're sitting down now, we won't even fall over." To the quiet applause of the others she melted her lips to his. When the family went into the dining room, Bill was again awestruck. First, the table setting was utterly spectacular. Beyond that, though, it was so apparent to him that the others were completely at home in the setting. What followed was the most spectacular meal he had ever eaten in his life — and he had eaten at all of the best restaurants in New York at one time or other. At the same time, he could not get over Anita who was sitting beside him. During his talk with Andy while Nita was getting ready, she had mentioned how Nita had gone out of her way to hide her beauty whenever they would be together. Tonight her behavior was exactly the opposite. She was dressed to entice — and it was certainly working. The plunging neckline revealed the beautiful curve of her breast while the very soft material also showed her proudly up-thrusting nipples. Finally, there was the dinner-table conversation. Never in his life had he encountered such a wide-ranging discussion. Finally, feeling like a spectator at a tennis match as his head moved back and forth, he said to Jack, "Sir, did I hear correctly? None of these women has more than a high-school diploma? It's ... it's impossible! I've never met a person — even with advanced degrees — who is as well-read or as well-informed as these women..." "I beg your pardon!" Andy interrupted with a grin. "I am not a high-school graduate. I'm a high-school dropout. I guess I finished two and a half years of high-school or something like that." She looked thoughtful and added, "To be honest, I really think that most of my high-school credits were gifts." Then her expression changed to a warm smile and she said, "Maybe it shows that there's more to life than pieces of paper. I've tried to encourage my daughters to be ladies and I can't tell you how impressed I am with what they've done." Nita sat up even straighter in her chair doing wonderful things to the front of her dress. Turning to Bill she said, "It's all Mom and Dad, but particularly Mom. She claims to be a high-school dropout and I guess she really is. But at the same time I have never met a woman who is more intelligent or better informed. She is the model that Kelly and I try to emulate. In fact, Bill, I'm the Jane-come-lately in this equation. Look at my baby sister sitting across from you. What do you think of her? Isn't she utterly beautiful — in all senses of the word?" Bill looked at Kelly and just whistled softly. Then Nita added, "There's one thing you ought to know, Bill, and it relates to all of us. You see, I'm really not free to enter into a relationship with anyone." Looking sad she continued, "It's Dad. Bill, you see, I'm Mom's backup and Kelly is mine. When Dad wears out Mom into an early grave — the way he plows her insides that's not going to be more than a year or two — he will take me. When I die, he moves on to Kelly." Knowing he was being teased Bill played along and asked, "But what happens after Kelly? There's no reason to believe she will last any longer than you two." "That's a very good question and there are two parts to the answer. First, Dad will be getting older, too. But second, the physical wear-out has two parts: The first is his huge steel pipe reaming our insides, while the second comes from carrying his children. With any luck among us there will be a number of girls, so..." Looking at Jack, Andy caused a tear to come to her eye and asked, "Darling, am I really that bad? Am I coming apart? Do I have a week or two left... ?" "Bill," Jack said, "what you just heard is the most unmitigated bullshit that's been spread around here in years! Wearing Andy out? What nonsense. I'm the one being worn out. The woman is utterly insatiable. But..." Jack's expression changed dramatically as he continued, "The reality, Bill, is that every day I'm in heaven. When I wake up, I feel this incredibly supple golden body molded against mine. Andy's head is on my shoulder and my nostrils are filled with her incredibly sweet natural scent. We worship each other's body. Believe me when I say there is nothing better. Nothing!" He grinned and added, "Incidentally, Bill, in addition to the differences in their hair color, about the only other difference among the Taylor women is their bodily fragrance. They all overdose on musk oil which accentuates the natural scents of the body. They're all different but all luscious." After dinner Bill asked Nita if she would like to go out dancing. She grinned and rapidly nodded her head. Then her face fell and she said, "Bill, I really should pay for the evening. After all, I did invite myself." He wouldn't hear of it, reminding her again that he would not open himself up to be teased by their children for the rest of their lives by being told that their mother paid for their very first date. Nita winked at him and daintily stuck out her tongue. Sam dropped them off at the hotel in the limousine. When they reached the lounge where there was a small combo playing for dancing, Bill just shook his head when he learned that reservations had been made for Mr. Johnson's party of two. "I guess it's your mother again," he commented to Nita wryly. "I told you, darling," she replied, "all Mom ever thinks about is other people." Then she looked concerned and added, "I hope she didn't hurt your feelings or anything by making a reservation for us. It's the very last thing..." "How could it possibly?" he asked softly. By this time they were seated side by side at a banquette table. Turning towards her, he again savored her lips and felt the marvelous flow of electricity between them. When they eased apart, Nita was concerned at the look of sadness in his eyes. Asking about it he replied with a lugubrious face, "Nita I have bad news." Her eyes widened at his statement and her face fell as he continued, "I've fallen in love ... with my future mother-in-law! Isn't that terrible?" "I don't think so at all!" she exclaimed gaily. Then she told him about the family and about Andy's background. Finally, she looked at him very seriously and said, "Bill, one thing really does concern me, though. That's the fact that none of us — except Dad, of course — has a degree. Isn't that a terrible comedown for you? You have two degrees, after all — and from two of the most prestigious institutions in the country." "Darling," Bill replied, "maybe you didn't believe me. The fact of the matter is that I have never had — or heard of — a more fascinating dinner-table conversation than we had tonight." Then he looked at her intently and asked, "Is there any subject — any at all! — that your parents, your sister and yourself can't talk about, at length and with expertise? Darling, you are the best-educated woman I have ever met!" Then he became very serious and changed the subject. "Nita, there are two things that bother me, though. First, you are such a sophisticated city girl and — as you just learned — I'm just a bumpkin from Indiana—" "Bill," Nita interrupted, "I guess Mom pumped you dry, but you still don't know very much about me. You see, I was raised by a whole succession of distant relatives. One aunt and uncle lived in upstate New York on a farm. I lived with them one summer, and it was the happiest time of my whole life — at least, until I met my parents. Darling, I loved it!" She grinned and said, "Sophisticated? Me? Ha! Honey, I guess I was about twelve years old at the time and had just passed through puberty. Well, in spite of my tits starting to form, I spent the whole summer only wearing a pair of Levi's with the legs torn off — no top, ever! I was tanned all over. I even wore the jeans swimming — I never took them off. After swimming, I would just let them dry on me." She looked at him seriously and said, "Now, the only difference would be I wouldn't bother with the shorts. I would spend the whole summer naked. Does that idea bother you?" Bill just smiled warmly and said, "It sounds marvelous! But that brings me to the other thing: Honey, you said you want lots of children and so do I. But, since talking to you, I've started to worry. After all, I'm an advertising executive, and it's not the world's most secure occupation. There's no problem now, of course, but what about later? When we have three or four kids? Then it will be impossible for you to work, and if I lose my job..." "How much do you make?" Nita asked softly. "Four hours ago I would have considered such a question to be presumptuous in the extreme, but..." "I make $150,000 a year," Bill said softly. "It was when I got the last promotion and raise that I thought maybe I could ask you out." Nita released a brilliant smile and said, "I guess there's no problem then, darling." Having remembered she had stuffed her parent's check into her wallet, she pulled it out and said, "If you get laid off or something, we could always fall back on a few dollars I have." Then she opened the check out and put it in front of him. Bill glanced at it and then did a double-take. "This ... this ... this check is for..." Nita started to giggle as he used his finger to carefully count the zeros on the check and said with his eyes as big as saucers, " ... one hundred million dollars!" "Mr. Mason said that I could invest the money and do pretty well. Honey, I don't know anything about investments. Is he right? But there does seem to be enough to buy a little farm somewhere, if you would like to." Then she told him about her parents and the fact that there was virtually unlimited money. He just shook his head. Then she said, "As long as we're discussing problems, though, I have one, too." Turning sideways to face him she asked, "Bill, do you like my body? Would you please feel a tit?" She looked concerned as she continued, "Actually, Mom and Kelly and I are all pretty muscular, and we all have very firm tits and tiny buns. And I'm almost sure my boobs aren't nearly as big as you would like them to be..." Responding to her invitation he slipped his hand into the deep cut of her dress and cupped her tit in his hand. As soon as he did, Nita put her hand over his from outside the dress just to keep it in position. Bill squeezed it lightly and then harder. She just made a wonderful happy sound deep in her body when he did. "Darling Nita," he said softly, "you are feminine perfection! Is that good enough?" "One last thing, Bill, that I guess you have a right to know. You see, on our wedding night you'll find out anyway—" "That you aren't a virgin?" he interjected. "Nita, no girl these days over the age of twelve still is. That's no problem." "No, Bill," she said softly but with deep concern in her eyes. "I am still a virgin. So is Kelly, by the way. So all you really have to look forward to is a very sloppy bride getting blood all over the dumb sheets. Isn't that an awful thing to have to think about?" Then she quickly explained about the all-girl high school and all the time she spent in libraries. "The fact of the matter is, Bill," she concluded, "I could count the total number of dates I have ever had on the fingers of one hand. If you're looking for experience..." She just shrugged unhappily. "Well," he replied, "then I guess we ought to think about getting a learner's permit instead of a marriage license. Honey, I've had about three dates in my whole life. And," he blurted as he blushed red as a beet, "I'm a virgin, too. I never even kissed a girl until I kissed you tonight!" At that she began to giggle. Then Bill started to chuckle and in moments the couple were howling with laughter. Finally Bill put out his hand and said, "I'll make a deal with you Nita. I promise not to laugh at your inexperience it you don't laugh at mine. Is it a deal?" "It's a deal!" she exclaimed. They spent the rest of the night dancing and talking. Only when the lounge was closing did they reluctantly leave. They found Sam Duncan outside waiting for them when they came out. It was only when Sam made noise drumming his fingers on the car door that the two in the back seat broke their passionate embrace and said goodnight. Sam noted happily that both Bill and Nita were so dazed with their love and passion that they scarcely knew what was happening. He was delighted. ------- Chapter 12 Sarah Duncan had refused her father's offer to meet her at Penn Station. Although most people fly between Washington and New York City, Sarah — known as Sally — had elected to take the Metroliner. For some reason she wanted the extra time to decompress from the Washington pressures and reorient her thoughts to her parents. She really had not given them any thought in months, a fact that bothered her. Sally had even been remiss about talking to them on the phone. All she knew was that they were now working as domestic servants for a family in New York. Why this was so was yet another puzzle because with their savings and her father's Army pension there should be no need for money, let alone money earned under such demeaning conditions. The contrast in status between their domestic service and her Justice Department position might have been a major cause of their estrangement, although Sarah had never said a word about it to them. At Penn station she grabbed a cab and gave the driver the Taylor's upper-East-Side address. As the cab started to move, Sally leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. Seeing her adoptive parents again after so many years created mixed emotions. Beyond the status thing, her biggest problem in dealing with them was that she considered herself to be a liberated woman and a feminist, while she knew her parents were very traditional in their attitudes. But when her mother had invited her up to New York to visit, it was so close to Washington and so easy to get to, there was no graceful way to avoid seeing them. Moreover, Sally had a deep-seated concern that she could not put out of her mind. Like everyone else in her office — the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice — she read The Washington Post religiously. It was, in fact, the Washington government's trade paper. It really made life easy for her, she supposed. Every day, both the news columns and the editorial pages of the paper told her what was news, what to think, and what the proper positions on all the issues of the day were. Deep down, though, she was bothered. For example, she was supposed to be a feminist — a card-carrying member of NOW, the National Organization for Women — and she was. The problem was that the organization's leadership was now heavily dominated by lesbians who not only preferred women as sex partners, they actively disliked men. It was this attitude that deeply bothered Sally. Moreover, the organization seemed to be increasingly interested more in lesbian and gay rights than in women's issues, per se. The cab pulled up to the curb at the address Sally had given the driver. After paying him, she picked up her bags and started walking towards the apartment entrance. Then she stopped and looked up at the building for the first time. When she did, she let out an involuntary whistle. Clearly, she thought, this is not New York's low-rent district! Sarah Duncan was five feet eight inches tall and weighed about 160 pounds. Now she was so badly out of shape that just carrying her two suitcases was wearing her out. Although when she had been living at home she used to be quite athletic and got a lot of exercise, that had all changed when she went to law school. There, the women she associated with liked to think of themselves as intellectuals. Moreover, any effort to maintain an attractive body opened one up to being accused of playing to the male sexual stereotype. Actually, she realized, 160 pounds was — in view of her height — the very least she could weigh to escape their criticism. Her hair was worn back in a tight bun, and the suit she was wearing was very mannishly styled and had been carefully selected to obscure her feminine shape. But at 160 pounds, there isn't much shape to obscure, she thought wryly. As she picked up her baggage again and started to carry her suitcases towards the entrance, a security guard came running out to take them from her and carry them into the building. She was glad to be relieved of their weight. Entering the building, she was even more impressed. There was a reception desk and, she realized, two more armed guards. "The Taylor apartment, please," she said to the receptionist. "I am Sarah Duncan, and I am expected." The man checked his list and found her name. Then, to her surprise, he asked for some identification. She pulled out her Justice Department photo ID from her wallet and showed it to the man. After carefully checking the picture against her appearance, he then asked her to sign a blank piece of paper using the same signature as the one on her ID card. After she signed, he again checked it carefully against the ID, then smiled, welcomed her to New York, and directed her to an elevator door set off by itself in the lobby. Apparently there was some photoelectric eye or a control at the reception desk or something, because the elevator door slid silently open as she walked towards it. The guard with her baggage followed her into the elevator car and smiled. As she entered the car, she remembered that she had forgotten to ask the Taylor's apartment number but now it was too late. Already the doors were sliding silently shut and the car began to rise. On the other hand, with the guard in the car she did not worry. As the car rose swiftly in the shaft — its motion was so smooth and silent, the only sensation of speed was in her stomach — she realized that the interior of the car was beautiful. The floor was thickly carpeted and its walls were paneled in richly-polished furniture-grade cherry. It even had a beautiful leather-upholstered seat along the back wall with a mirror above it. When the car smoothly and silently glided to a stop, the doors opened and she found herself in an entrance hallway paneled and carpeted in the same fashion as the elevator car. Only then did she realize that the apartment door was open and a beautiful black girl was waiting for her. As she was about to ask for Mrs. Duncan, Sally realized that the woman was her mother. It was Ellie, but now she appeared to be younger than Sarah herself! "My darling, welcome!" Ellie exclaimed. "Your father and I are delighted you could finally make it up to visit." Ellie took her adopted daughter into her arms and hugged her, then moved back to be able to kiss her firmly on the lips. Ellie's kiss, loaded with love, joy, and sheer goodness, almost caused Sally to collapse. Then, although she stepped back for a moment, her mother held both of her hands. Slowly shaking her head, Sally said softly, "Mom, what happened to you!? You are unbelievable! Never in your life have you looked so beautiful. And your dress..." Sally was stunned. The last time she had seen her mother — over a year earlier — she had appeared matronly. Although, she admitted to herself wryly, not nearly as matronly as I look right now. Now her mother's figure was utterly magnificent and her white sleeveless dress was the most beautiful thing Sally had ever seen. Looking at her mother's body carefully, she realized that her mother's nipples were probing at the material of the dress like two blunt pencils. "Good grief, Mother," the girl exclaimed. "You're ... you're not wearing a bra! And your nipples show!" Fortunately, the guard had already put her luggage inside the apartment door and returned to the lobby, so he didn't hear her comment. "Of course they do, dear," her mother replied softly. "Your father likes my nipples always to be turgid and Andy showed me how to do it. It took awhile, but now keeping them this way is second nature. I don't even need to think about it anymore. Now the only time they're flaccid is right after your father fucks me. Although it usually takes only a few minutes afterward for me to get them back this way." Then she added, "As far as wearing a bra is concerned, why should I? Do you really think I need one?" Looking down at her chest, she cupped her tits and said, "I think they're sort of nice. Now they stand up as proudly as Kelly's or Nita's, or even Andy's own. Their nipples are always erect, too." While they were talking, Ellie was escorting her daughter through the apartment towards the rear. Although she was listening to what her mother was saying, Sally noticed in passing that the whole apartment was utterly magnificent. But unlike so many homes that were professionally decorated, the whole feeling in this apartment was one of great warmth and comfort. When they entered the living room, three women rose to their feet. Seeing the three together came as such a shock to Sally that she stopped dead in her tracks. It was all she could do to keep her jaw from dropping open. The three women were physical duplicates of one another. All were five feet eight with identical perfect figures. The only differences were in the color of their hair and eyes. One had dark hair and incredible blue eyes, the second had brown hair with gray eyes, while the third had hair the color of newly-minted yellow gold and the warmest, most brilliant blue eyes Sally had ever seen. All were exquisitely dressed in conservatively-cut dresses that somehow set off their perfect figures. Finally, all appeared to be virtually identical in age, although the brunette did appear to be slightly younger than the other two. But none appeared to be over twenty-one. "Sally," her mother said softly, "I would like you to meet my closest friends in the whole world: Anita and Kelly Taylor, and their mother, Andy." Turning to the waiting women she said proudly, "Taylors, this is my daughter, Sarah, but everyone calls her Sally." What came next was also something of a surprise. In Washington one merely touched hands. Each of these women applied a very firm grip. As she shook hands, she realized that everything about these women was feminine perfection. Their hands were all slim with very long fingers. Moreover, she realized, none were wearing nail polish. This caused her to look at their faces even more closely. When she did, she realized that none were wearing any makeup at all — or certainly none that she could see. However, although her female friends in Washington wore no makeup, either, in order to look as plain and drab as possible, these women were not wearing any because they needed none. Never had she seen such vibrant beauties in her life. But then her mother's comment registered. The blonde is the other girls' mother? It is utterly impossible! The surprises were not yet over, though. After she shook hands with the mother, Andy Taylor — An odd name for a woman, she thought — took her into her arms and kissed her. The kiss was like nothing Sally had ever experienced in her life. She realized it was like the kiss her mother had given her at the door, but with far more power. It was a kiss of the purest love and goodness. When the woman released her lips, she continued to hold Sally by her shoulders realizing that, since her eyes were glassy, she just might collapse on the floor. When Sally blinked and shook her head to clear it, Andy released her and the girl slowly sank down on the sofa. Then Kelly Taylor turned to her mother and excused herself, along with Nita, to work out and have a swim. They made their excuses to Sally saying that they were sure that the two women had lots of news to catch up on. When they had left the room, Andy offered tea, saying that there would be a late dinner that night. When Ellie started to rise, Andy glared at her and ordered, "Ellen Duncan, just sit down and shut up!" "But, Andy!" she protested. Andy just raised an eyebrow, pointed downward with her finger and started to leave the room. "Ah, hah!" Ellie exclaimed, "I've got you now, Andrea Pierce Taylor. Sally is a lawyer in the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice. She'll take care of me!" Turning to her daughter, she demanded, "Sarah Duncan, this is your case now. I demand that you protect my civil rights!" The girl had just been watching the exchange between the two women, utterly baffled. All she could do was slowly shake her head. When she did, her mother said, "This is so damned typical, daughter, you have to do something! Whenever I offer to do anything, all Andy does is to tell me to sit down and shut up. Is that fair? Is that right? Is it?" Before the still-baffled Sarah could reply, Andy said, "That's not true! When I'm cooking, I not only allow you to stand and watch, I even permit you to ask questions!" With an emphatic nod of her head and after daintily sticking out the tip of her pink tongue, she turned on her heel and went out towards the kitchen. "But, Mom," the girl protested. "I have never understood this arrangement at all. Why are you and Dad... servants? I mean ... My Lord!" Instead of answering Ellie asked the girl to follow her. Taking her around the apartment, she opened a door that, to Sally's surprise, had a fully-featured front door, complete with normal entry hardware and locks. As they went into the apartment beyond, she asked her mother about it. "This is just one of the problems, Sally," Ellie replied. "Andy and Jack just absolutely insisted that we have our privacy. This is a full apartment within their house. We even have our own private entrance off the elevator lobby. Just look!" "But ... but ... but, I don't understand," the girl stammered. "It is utterly magnificent. What's the problem?" "The whole thing is the problem!" her mother wailed. "Would you believe it? These are the servants quarters! We have a three-room apartment along with a bath that could have come from House Beautiful — you would never find anything nearly as nice or as complete in Apartment Living. It has a bathtub the size of a small swimming pool..." Then she grinned and interjected, "Now your dad even takes me in the bathtub ... It's just so neat! We're both supported by the water as I feel his huge sex start to penetrate my cunt." Continuing, she said, "It has two lavatories and even a separate shower — also large enough for both of us. And it has a fully-equipped gourmet kitchen, too. But, of course, it's never been used!" Then she wailed, "And these are the servants' quarters!" "How much does it all cost?" Sally asked diffidently. The whole exchange with her mother was utterly baffling to her. One of the things that had bothered her from the very first time she had heard about it was the idea of her parents working as servants. Sally was honest enough to recognize it as a status thing. Now she was listening to her mother complaining ... about not being able to serve! "Cost?" her mother exclaimed with a sardonic laugh. "That's a laugh and a half! It's $60,000 a year ... that the Taylors pay us! And, of course, that's in addition to room and board and every conceivable other expense covered on top!" Turning to her daughter she said, "Would you believe we had a big fight over money? Do you know what it was all about? Andy was trying to pay for the birthday gift your father and I bought for her! Can you believe it? Paying for your own birthday present? But that's really what she wanted to do, and we could barely talk her out of it. On the other hand," she added with a little grin, "I guess it was the only battle your dad and I have ever won with her." The women took a quick look around the apartment and Sally was again astonished. It was the most beautifully furnished and tastefully decorated home she had ever seen. The most obvious element was that the same care and attention — and money — that had been spent on the Taylor's apartment had been spent on her parents'. They returned to the library as Andy came in carrying a large silver tray which she set down on the coffee table. For Sally, in spite of the occasional embassy party she attended, it was the first time she had ever actually seen a tea and coffee service used. And, she admitted reluctantly, Andy handled it with a grace and dignity that suggested it was all she ever did. In addition to the tea and coffee, there was a small platter of the most elegant tea sandwiches the girl had ever seen. Each was different and each was an individual work of culinary art. When she asked where they came from, all her mother did was laugh. As the three women talked, Sally became aware that she was doing all the talking. Then she realized that Andy had the very rare ability quietly to ask a few questions and soon get the other person — Sally, in this case — to tell her full life story. To her surprise, Sally even found herself talking about her experiences with NOW and her problem with the lesbians who seemed to control it. Nevertheless, the dislike she was feeling for Andy Taylor crept into her voice and manner. Suddenly, Andy changed the subject dramatically. "Sally," she asked softly, "why don't you like me? In fact, that really isn't accurate, is it? The question should be, why do you hate me? Have I ever hurt you?" Her next words utterly stunned Sarah: "I have hurt a great many people in my life, and some of them very badly, but I don't think you were ever one of them. Were you? Did I ever hurt you?" she repeated. At first Sally was struck dumb by the question. Then she blurted, "It's not you, Mrs. Taylor ... It's ... It's what you stand for! I cannot abide women who spend all day, every day, just looking beautiful. Mrs. Taylor, you are utterly worthless! You do nothing positive for anyone, ever. With you, life is all take — no give! Yes, Mrs. Taylor, you are correct. I do hate you! Women like you are a national disgrace!" Ellie was so shocked at her daughter's words, she could say nothing. Just then, they heard the sound of the front door opening and Jack Taylor calling out a greeting. Andy's only reaction to Sarah's words was the tiniest blush that only someone who knew her well as Ellie did would ever even notice. Then, without saying a word about Sarah's outburst, she just quietly excused herself. When she had left the room, Ellie finally regained her voice and said in a voice throbbing with emotion, "Sarah Duncan, you will get down on your knees and beg Andy Taylor for forgiveness! You will!" As the girl sat up straight and prepared to defend her position — although she knew it would be difficult, particularly after having seen her parents' apartment — to her surprise, her mother just got to her feet and stalked out of the room. A few moments later she returned with three chambray shirts in her hand. "Just spend all day doing nothing and looking beautiful, I think you said? Well, bitch, just look at these!" Sally did and found that all three were work shirts and all were utterly filthy. Two of them stank of urine and excrement — the two smaller ones. "The large one is Jack's — Mr. Taylor's. One of the others is Andy's and the other is Kelly's. Since they are the same size, I don't know which is which. But does it matter? Do these shirts look like they were worn by women who just sit around and look beautiful? Do they?" Ellie demanded. "A word of explanation: Why, you wonder, do they smell of urine and shit? Because the first thing Andy and Kelly do each day is clean out the portable latrines! They both work on construction sites all around town. You see, the woman who just sits around and looks beautiful is a senior vice president of the largest construction company in the country — and, with Jack, owns nearly 50 percent of it! Kelly works there, too. What do they do? She and Kelly perform the very lousiest, dirtiest jobs on any project — regardless of what they might be. And the dirtier a job is, the better Andy likes it!" "You ... you ... you can't be serious," Sally stammered. But even as she said the words, the evidence of her eyes and nose was inescapable. The two shirts were still wet from sweat and they stank. The girl just looked crestfallen as her mother rose from the sofa and left the room with the filthy shirts in her hand. Before Ellie returned, her father entered the room. She looked up and gasped in utter amazement. Suddenly some of her mother's comments about lovemaking made sense. She realized that her father looked better than she had ever seen him. Although he had been career Army with most of his time spent in Rangers, even then he had not appeared to be in as good shape as he seemed to be now. Moreover, to look at him, he looked to be only about twenty-five years old! Even more remarkably, he was wearing a dinner jacket. Jumping to her feet, she ran into his arms and hugged him. When he kissed her, his kiss was — incredibly — just like her mother's: overflowing with pure love and joy. "Dad," she said softly, "you have never looked this good in your entire life!" "And I've never felt this good, either," he replied. Then holding her by her shoulders, he looked into her eyes and said, "Sally, there's something you should know. Your mother and I are again trying to have children." The reason Ellie and Sam had been so happy to adopt Sally when she was just a little girl was that they had never had children of their own. Then he grinned and asked, "What do you think of your mother? Isn't she utterly incredible? And that's what I have in my arms every single night! And passion? You would not believe it! Never in our entire lives together has our lovemaking been as good as it is now." Then he smiled and said, "And that's all due to Andy and Jack Taylor, of course." Hearing his last comment, Sally just sank back onto the sofa while her father sat down beside her. Before she could say a word, though, her mother returned to the room and in just a few words told Sam what Sally had said to Andy. Her father's reaction was to look as if someone had slapped him across the face. When he recovered enough to speak and looked at Sally, the girl was shocked ... and scared. Never had she seen his eyes so cold. "Girl," he said softly, but with menace in his voice, "if you were not my own daughter, I would think seriously about killing you right now. With the exception of Andy's sister, Kathy, and her brother-in-law, Ken Carlson, I love these people more than anyone else alive — except for your mother, of course. "Your mother told you about our salary here, and told you how we have to fight to be able to do anything at all for the Taylors. My God! It's as if we are permanent guests. We pay for absolutely nothing. The salary — and my monthly pension check — just goes straight to the bank. And if it weren't for the fact that Andy invests our money for us, too, it would all still be there, too." He had regained some control by this time and the fearsome coldness had left his eyes as he continued, "That might be a good illustration. What your mother and I knew about investing — please note the past tense — would have rattled on the head of a pin. Well, anyway, Andy sat us down one night with Jack, carefully reviewed our entire financial position and then worked out with us what our investment objectives should be. Then she began to invest the money for us. "Now? Now once a month she sits down with us and reviews portfolio changes she has made and our investment results. Results? Andy has a running competition with Ali Clifford — the richest woman in the world! — on investment results. "Those two women are funny, though. First, they look enough alike to be twins except that Ali wears her hair longer. But both have the most beautiful golden hair and the bluest eyes in the world. Their bodies? Well, you saw Andy's, and Ali's is a duplicate. Honest, it really is. "Do you know what those women did the last time Ali was out here? It was a big party with people all over the apartment. Well, these two women were admiring each other's dresses. Then, after exchanging winks, they just stripped — all they were wearing beneath were bikinis — and swapped dresses. And each dress fit the other woman perfectly. The fact that there were guests — both male and female — all around them, didn't bother either of them a bit. "Then, do you know what Andy said? She said, 'Ali, you're hired!' Ali bit and asked, 'Hired as what?' 'As my clothing warmer, silly!' Andy replied with a big grin. 'This dress feels wonderful — and I didn't even have to stand here shivering until my body heat warmed up the silk!' "But I digressed," Sam continued. "I was talking about investment performance. Actually, Andy outperforms Ali but the two fight about it — or pretend to. The fact is that both of them have a great deal of money in companies that are not public — PHA Construction, for example. As a result they can — and do — fight endlessly over who is doing a better job. For us? In only three months, Andy has already increased our portfolio value by 30 percent!" As they continued to talk about the Taylors, Sally was feeling worse and worse. Finally, about an hour after Andy had left the room, she returned on Jack's arm. He, like Sam, was wearing a dinner jacket. Sarah was almost certain that Andy had told him what she had said to her, but only because he didn't kiss her. Instead he just shook her hand warmly. At that point Ellie suggested very quietly that she should get settled in her room before cocktails. When her mother led her to her room, the girl was again astounded. She found that she had a private suite of rooms with a sitting room, bedroom and a palatial bath like her parents'. Moreover, both the bedroom and bath opened out directly on the terrace overlooking the swimming pool. Ellie withdrew after telling the girl to wear her best cocktail dress — or whatever passed for one in Washington. Actually, Sally was embarrassed because she really did not have one. Again, it was a reflection of the feminist influence. A cocktail dress would be much too revealing and hence by definition sexist. The girl took a shower, got dressed in another man-tailored suit, and returned to the library. When she did, she found everyone else present and waiting for her. She thought her father looked marvelous in his dinner jacket — she had not known he even owned one — while the women were all wearing spectacular cocktail dresses. Looking at the dresses, Sarah realized that, with the revealing way in which they were cut, they could be worn only by women with utterly perfect figures. The dresses would only emphasize any bodily defects — in stark contrast to the more common situation in which the dress was designed to conceal them. When she asked her mother where the dresses came from, she received another shock when she learned that they came from Bergdorf Goodman, but furthermore, she learned that Nita Taylor was Anita Lucas, senior vice president and fashion director of the store. Then she remembered seeing Nita's picture in fashion magazines and newspapers, always carrying the identification that Anita Lucas was the nation's foremost authority on women's fashions. She was stunned when her mother whispered that Nita was only twenty-three years old. Sally was in a state of near-shock. When she found herself alone with her mother, she asked about the tea sandwiches, commenting that she knew Ellie could not have made them. "Of course I couldn't," Ellie replied. "At least, not yet. Andy made them herself." "But you said she was working all day..." Sarah replied with her voice trailing off. "She made them in about ten minutes before you got here," her mother replied. Then she just shook her head and said, "Girl, I am really beginning to wonder what your father and I spent our money on. It seems that sending you to law school was the dumbest thing we could have done. Did you learn anything useful? Anything at all?" Sarah was going to reply but she thought better of it and said nothing. While they sat and had their cocktails, Sally noticed something else: Everyone, other than her parents, addressed her as Miss Duncan. For that matter, even her parents were now calling her Sarah. And yet they were all being impeccably polite. Although she was initially miffed, Sarah was honest enough with herself to admit that, had the rôles been reversed — had someone said to her what she had said to Mrs. Taylor — she would have refused to speak to them at all, and if she had to communicate, her disdain would have been apparent. Moreover, she reluctantly admitted to herself, had the rôles truly been reversed, she would have ordered Andy out of her home. Instead of doing that Andy just reverted to formality and politeness. When dinner was announced, Sarah found herself seated at Jack Taylor's right, with her mother sitting to her right. To her surprise, Nita and Kelly did the serving while her mother and father remained seated at the table. When she whispered a question about it to her mother, rather than responding in a whisper, Ellie spoke up loudly enough for all of the others to hear. "Thank you for asking why I am not serving the dinner, Sarah," she replied while pretending to glare at Andy. "The fact is that Andy threatened to tie me to my chair if I did not promise to remain seated throughout the dinner. And she is incredibly strong and could do it, too. That's why I'm sitting here. She made me promise." Then turning back to her daughter she said, "And, by the way, the dinner was completely prepared by Andy. As you will find out, she is at least the best chef on the east coast, and one of the two best in the country. The only other person who is in her league is her sister in California, Kathy Carlson. And when I say that, I am in no way limiting myself to amateurs. She is, by a wide margin, superior to any professional chef in New York ... or Washington." The formal dinner was a revelation to Sarah. Not only was the food the very finest she had ever eaten — it certainly did live up to her mother's notices — the wines were marvelous, too. But the most remarkable element was the dinner-table conversation. It was the widest-ranging conversation she had ever witnessed. Moreover, all she could do was to sit and listen. Several times she was about to make a remark when someone else would speak, cutting off her intended comment. Each time the other person said something that was 180 degrees away from what Sarah was about to say. However, the other person then supported her position with a series of facts and citations, while Sarah would have been merely making assertions, all of which would have come from The Washington Post. Suddenly Sarah realized the extent to which she and her Washington friends had next to no knowledge of what was going on in the country or in the world. All they did was mouth the current inside-the-Beltway dogma which, like all dogma, they accepted in full without supporting evidence of any kind. As they were waiting for dessert, she asked Kelly where she had graduated from college, commenting that she seemed to be very young to have completed her education. Kelly, in the process of serving dessert at the time, stopped and began to laugh merrily. When she did, Sarah realized it was the most beautifully musical laughter she had ever heard. Kelly just said she had not graduated and continued serving. Returning to her seat after everyone had been served, Kelly turned to Andy and said, "Mom, wasn't that the funniest thing you ever heard? Me... ? Graduating from college!?" Before Andy could respond, Ellie did. "Kelly Taylor, all Sarah is doing is confirming what the rest of us have been telling you and your sister for weeks! You and Nita — and your mother, of course — are among the most intelligent, best-read, and best-informed women in the country. Now would you please, just for once, try to accept it? Or at least seriously try to consider it?" Then to Sally she said, "Kelly graduated from high school, as did Nita. Andy claims to be a high-school dropout." "Claims to be?" Andy exclaimed. "What is this 'claims to be' garbage? I dropped out midway through my junior year. Since I went to about six different schools in my high-school years alone, you could easily discount those four or five semesters, too. 'Claims to be', indeed!" Sarah was utterly stunned. "But ... but that's impossible! You couldn't possibly know all you know without having gone..." "Why couldn't I, Miss Duncan?" Andy asked innocently. "There are all sorts of books and periodicals. Museums, concerts ... Why couldn't I know?" Sarah just shook her head, utterly baffled. After dinner, she begged off a Bridge game so her parents played against the Taylors. Although Sarah had taken up Bridge in college and played a great deal in law school, she was surprised to learn that her parents played at all. Meanwhile, Nita left on a date with her fiancé, Bill Johnson, so at Ellie's insistence, Kelly showed her the scrapbook she had made for her mother. The changes the girl had made in herself in just three months were utterly unbelievable. When Sarah finished and was in a state of shock, Ellie said, "Sarah, I suppose you have guessed by now that Kelly and Nita are the Taylors' adopted daughters — not that they could love them any more if they were their own. Although Andy will deny it, everything that Kelly accomplished was a tribute to her mother. "Do you know what the height of Kelly's ambition is?" When Sarah just slowly shook her head, Ellie continued, "It is to donate her beating heart to her mother to save her life. Can you believe it? It's true." After going through the scrapbook, Kelly and Sarah pulled up chairs to kibitz the Bridge game. As she watched, Sarah realized that the smartest thing she had done that evening was to stay out of it. Although she had not even known her parents played the game, they were playing brilliantly and the caliber of play was at the Masters' level. Finally, they concluded a rubber and Andy asked about refreshments. This time Ellie said, "Enough is enough! Damn it, Andy Taylor, this is something I am going to do." Andy was going to argue but instead just shrugged and sat down again. A few minutes later Ellie reappeared with a piping hot pizza fresh from the oven. What caused Sarah's mouth to drop, though, was the fact that her mother had stripped off all of her clothes and was now naked. Suddenly Sarah realized that her mother looked far younger than she did herself — and that was while wearing no clothes at all. Her mother didn't look to be older than twenty-one! She was utterly perfect. Now Sarah really knew what her father had been talking about. Ellie leaned over the table while she was standing next to Sarah so the girl took the opportunity lightly to touch her mother's tit. "If you want to squeeze it, Sarah, squeeze it!" Ellie ordered softly. "Your father does it all the time." When Sarah did what her mother suggested, she was amazed to find how firm her tit really was — it was far firmer than her own. The surprises for the evening were not yet over. When she had a bite of pizza, she found it to be the finest she had ever tasted. When she said as much, her mother merely said quietly, "It should be. Andy made it from scratch earlier this evening." When she kissed her parents goodnight and went off to her room, Sarah was in a state of shock. Never in her life had so many of her preconceptions been shattered so fast. Still, though, she could not figure out the rôle Andy Taylor played. The woman had become an enigma to Sally. She could not reconcile her social graces with her undeniable cooking ability, let alone with her sweat-stained and stinking work shirt. ------- Perhaps it was the strange bed — the most comfortable bed she had ever slept in, Sarah realized — or perhaps the fact that strange thoughts were still racing around in her brain, but she was awakened by a strange noise a little before six o'clock on Saturday morning. Listening carefully, the sound appeared to be coming from the deck outside her window. Quickly she got out of bed, slipped on her robe and opened the sliding door. Quietly, she padded barefooted out to the pool which, she discovered, was the source of the sound. There she found Kelly Taylor swimming up and down the pool. Again Sarah was astonished. Kelly was moving with the speed and grace of a porpoise, and, she realized, with the same tirelessness. Finally after more laps than Sarah could even count let alone think about swimming herself, Kelly pulled herself out of the pool. When she did, Sarah realized the girl's body was utterly magnificent. She had a golden all-over tan and the most perfect complexion Sarah had ever seen. Moreover, her figure was utter perfection. The only odd element was the fact that her pubic area was completely bare. The only hair the girl had was the lovely gamine cap of dark wavy hair on her head. Seeing Sarah standing there watching her, Kelly said, "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Duncan. I tried to be quiet, but it appears that I awakened you. Will you please accept my apology?" Trying to make amends, Sarah replied, "Of course I will — if you call me Sally. Why do you call me 'Miss Duncan' all the time, anyway?" "I'm sorry, Miss Duncan, but I cannot use your given name. I only address friends by their first names," Kelly said simply. "But ... but ... but you call my mother, Ellie, and she's much older than I am." Sarah stopped herself and then said, "But of course! She's a servant, so..." Kelly just slowly shook her head while poorly hiding an expression of utter contempt. "Is it something in the water down there in Washington?" she asked. "I guess drinking the Potomac River must get to you. Miss Duncan, you win the prize! In fact, you are about to retire the trophy from competition. Never in my life have I met a person who is so wrong, so often, about so many things! Last night at dinner, for example, it was all your parents and ourselves could do to keep you from sounding like a complete fool! "Why do you think you were so constantly cut off in the conversation? It was obvious to all of us that what you were about to say would brand you an ignorant fool!" Sarah's eyes widened as she realized what had actually happened the night before. "But to your comment: Ellie Duncan is not a servant! She is a very close and dear friend who happens to have one of the sweetest cunts in the world..." "The what?" Sarah exclaimed. "Did you say what I think you said? 'One of the sweetest cunts'? However could you know?" "Because Nita and I just love to drink at her source," Kelly replied casually. "We do it all the time — in spite of her complaints. Actually, she just pretends to complain. She admitted one day that she really loves it, claiming that we are almost as good as having Sam eat her. We do it because her juices are nearly as sweet, and her cunt is almost as pure and luscious as my mother's. And believe me when I say that, from me that is the highest possible praise I am capable of giving anyone." Then she just shook her head and asked, "Whatever happened to you, anyway, Miss Duncan? I can scarcely believe you are related to Ellie and Sam, let alone believe you could be their daughter." Sarah gave up on the subject and then asked Kelly why she was up so early on a Saturday morning. She learned that Kelly was going to work — one of the PHA crews was working overtime and her fiancé, Kevin, would be working, too — so Sarah asked if she could come along with her. Kelly was about to refuse, but then remembered that Sarah was a guest in their home. So in spite of her obvious reluctance, she agreed. But then she said, "Miss Duncan, I will be working at a construction site. To say the very least, it is not a very clean or tidy place. Do you have blue jeans you can wear? Did you bring any old clothes with you? I'm afraid clothing such as you were wearing yesterday would take a severe beating." Sarah replied that she would be fine. Then she raced back to her room. There she brushed her teeth and then luxuriated in the remarkable shower in her bathroom. In spite of what Kelly had said, she put on one of the business suits she customarily wore to work. The fact was that she now owned no casual clothing. Again, the problem was the feminists: Any casual clothing would reveal her figure far more than they ever considered appropriate. When she went out to the kitchen, she received another surprise: The kitchen table was beautifully set for breakfast for two, complete with a little bowl of freshly-cut flowers, and Kelly was at the range, cooking. A glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice was sitting at her place and Sarah drank it. Looking around the kitchen, Sarah asked where her mother was. "In bed, snuggled close to your dad, I guess," Kelly replied casually. Glancing at her watch she added, "It's much too early for him to be fucking her ass off." Sarah initially recoiled from Kelly's reply but immediately realized it was nothing but the truth. She persisted, though. "But she is the cook and maid. Why isn't she out here cooking?" Exasperated, Kelly just shook her head and replied, "Because I'm the one who has to go to work, not her. Why on earth would any woman in her right mind leave a warm, snugly bed, where she's cradled in the arms of the man she adores to get up and cook? Besides, I think you'll find my cooking to be adequate." Moments later, Kelly placed a plate in front of her with crisp bacon and the most beautiful fine-herb omelette Sarah had ever seen, accompanied by hash-brown potatoes. When she set it before her, Kelly commented that the work on the site was very physical so she needed the energy. She suggested to Sarah that she only eat what she wanted. A few moments later, Kelly sat down beside her with her own plate. After taking a bite of the eggs, Sarah just closed her eyes to savor the incredible taste sensation. "My God!" she exclaimed. "This is the most perfect omelette I have ever eaten. Kelly, you are a marvelous cook." "Thank you, Miss Duncan," Kelly replied. "But it's not nearly as good as one of Mom's. But since we have to get rolling, I'm afraid you had to take pot luck this morning." Sarah didn't know what to think about the girl's comment. One thing was certainly true: Andy Taylor was a truly spectacular cook — but so was Kelly. When they finished their breakfast — Sarah had eaten everything on her plate — Kelly cleaned off the table, washed the pots and pans and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Moreover, as she moved at the sink so briskly, it was obvious that cleaning pots and pans was something that Kelly did regularly. She wasn't just showing off for Sally. And this, in spite of the fact that she's going to work and there are two servants in the apartment who could easily clean up after she left, Sally thought. Then Kelly led the way to the door, grabbing a jacket for herself on the way out, and holding Sarah's coat for her. "I hope we don't have a problem with your clothing," Kelly said as they rode down in the elevator. "We're taking a truck to work and I'm afraid its cab is none too clean." At the lobby they changed elevators and took one down to the garage beneath the building. Sarah found a yellow and green half-ton pickup truck incongruously parked beside a green Rolls-Royce limousine. "I guess they do look a little odd parked side by side, don't they?" Kelly commented after seeing the expression on Sarah's face. In spite of the truck's beat-up appearance, it started up instantly and ran smoothly. While they were driving to the job, Kelly told Sarah about Kimberly Duffy and her incredible ability with things mechanical. "For some reason," Kelly concluded, "Kimmie just loves this truck. So now it's probably the most mechanically perfect, best-running pickup truck in the country." As they neared the job site, Kelly said, "Miss Duncan, I think it would be better if no one on the crew knew the relationship between us. How would it be if I introduced you as a reporter for The New York Times? It's about as liberal as The Washington Post, so you shouldn't have any trouble. With that as identification — I'm sure no one will think to ask for a press pass — you will be free to talk to any one and to ask any questions you might want." Sarah instantly agreed to Kelly's suggestion. After parking the pickup in the corner of the job site, Kelly got out of the cab to be greeted by a tall dark-haired man who took her in his arms and proceeded to kiss her soundly. Watching the couple, Sarah Duncan realized she could almost see the electricity and passion flow between the young couple's lips. It was the most amazing and most beautiful thing she had ever seen. My God! she thought. Those two are overflowing with love. When they reluctantly parted, Kelly brought Kevin Fitzpatrick over and introduced him to Sally. When she did, she mentioned, with a quick wink, that Sally was a reporter with the Times. Since Kevin knew she was Sam and Ellie's daughter, he realized that the identification with the Times was the party line for public consumption. As she shook his hand — Sally realized that she had unconsciously returned to her formerly firm grip — she noticed how handsome Kevin was. He was six feet three with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes like Kelly's. To Kelly he said, "Darling, the crew learned you were coming in. Since it's going to be so nice today, they're putting up two dollars a man per hour if you'll work nude. The crew numbers about a hundred this morning." Although it was only mid-April, the day was bright and sunny and the forecast called for temperatures reaching eighty degrees. Kelly just cutely stuck out the tip of her tongue and returned to the pickup. When she left him, Kevin called to a very big black man who came running over. As he approached, Sally thought he, too, moved like a trained athlete. "Miss Duncan," Kevin said, "I would like you to meet David Wilson, the assistant superintendent on the project. Since I'm going to be running all around this morning, I'm going to ask him to keep you company." Turning to Wilson he said, "Dave, Miss Duncan is a reporter for The New York Times. I have no idea what the Times could find interesting about us, but answer her questions and try to keep anything big from dropping on her head." Wilson extended his hand and Sally looked at him closely for the first time. When she did, she could feel her heart flip. He was also about six feet three, appeared to weigh well over 200 pounds and had the most handsome face and the warmest brown eyes she had ever seen. Kevin moved off, and as he did Sally saw Kelly again and her jaw dropped. The girl was stark naked! Moreover, she seemed completely unconcerned about her nudity, even sticking out her tongue at a group of men who whistled at her. When she did, they all laughed. Suddenly Sally realized that the laughter was not lewd or obscene at all. Rather, it just displayed good humor. Obviously, Kelly was highly regarded by the crew. But she was utterly dumbfounded as she watched the elegant young socialite padding around the construction site naked. When Sally looked amazed, Wilson took her over to a mobile canteen truck — the roach coach, he called it — bought her a cup of coffee, and explained that it was a fund-raiser. When she raised her eyebrows in surprise, he explained that from time to time PHA Construction would have charity fund-raisers — the United Way, for example. "Today," he explained, "Kelly will raise about $800 for the current charity." When she asked, she was again amazed to learn that the current charity was the United Negro College Fund. "But I don't understand," she protested. "Why doesn't she just write a check. She's loaded, I'm sure. As the daughter of Jack and Andrea Taylor..." Her voice tailed off and she stopped when she saw Dave Wilson just sadly shaking his head. "Well," he said, "I guess I have to give the Times points for consistency, at least. You people are always wrong. Write a check, I think you said? Let me tell you something, Miss Duncan: Why do you think our fund-raising is so successful? It's because we work on a four-for-one matching program! Let's take the $800 from this morning, for example. Kelly — and Anita and Andy and Jack — will each match it with their own money. "So you see, Miss Duncan, working on the job naked will cost Kelly $800 of her own money. Why do you think she stuck out her tongue? What this means is that just what Kelly is doing today will add $4,000 to the company contribution!" Sally's jaw dropped when she learned that two days earlier Andy had worked naked for the entire day with the full 1,500-man crew for $3 an hour. "That was $180,000 in one day!" he exclaimed. "Incidentally, the annual dinner-dance of the United Negro College Fund is being held tonight at the Waldorf-Astoria. Would you like to come with me as my guest?" Sally was surprised but astonishingly overjoyed at the invitation. To her amazement, her heart had flipped at David's invitation. When she quickly accepted, he added, "There's one thing, though. If one word of what happens tonight appears in your paper, I will be after your head!" He went on to tell her that the Taylors were being honored by the Fund for their incredible generosity. However, the only way they would agree to accept was on the condition that there would be no mention of it in the press. Ordinarily, press releases were widely distributed, announcing the recipient of the annual award so that the donors could bask in the public praise. "But not the Taylors," Wilson concluded. "Never the Taylors! I have never seen a kinder, more generous family in my life, yet one which avoids any mention — let alone recognition — for all that they do. The family is really one of a kind." Once again, Sally was feeling lower than a snake. As they toured the job site, Sally was impressed. She could almost literally see the giant structure — a new office tower — rising before her eyes. Wilson told her that the crew was about half the size of a normal crew on a project of its size, but at the same time its productivity was about double that of an ordinary one. Sally realized that there was not a soul standing around. Everyone was working hard and apparently working very efficiently. When she asked David about it, he took off his hard-hat and held it in his hand. Like the pickup truck, it was painted yellow with the PHA logo in green. While it looked almost brand-new, Sally assumed it was a function of the fact that he was a manager. When she said that to him, he shook his head sadly, chuckled, and told her to look at the other men and women on the site. When she did, she noticed that their hardhats all looked brand-new, too. Then he told her that the reason was that the PHA hard-hat was the greatest status symbol in the entire construction industry. "If you wear one of these," he said, "You are good! — you're one of the very best in the business. The people all know it, too. That's why they all polish theirs at least once a week. But you'll see the difference later, I guess," he added. She did not press the issue nor ask for an explanation of his last comment. The first thing Sally saw Kelly do was to clean out the portable latrines. When Kelly started work, out of curiosity, Sally went to the last in the line and opened the door. It stank! When she recoiled, David Wilson told her that, since it was the last in the row, it was the least-used and hence probably the cleanest of them all. At his insistence, she then opened the door of the first latrine which Kelly had just finished cleaning. The small facility was utterly spotless and the only odor was a faint one of disinfectant. When she let the door close, Wilson said nothing. He just looked at her. Although Sally knew nothing about heavy construction, as she toured the site it seemed that every element of the construction looked so neat and finished. Wilson explained that if the basic framework was straight and solid, it made the rest of the construction easier since everything fit exactly the way it was designed to. Periodically during the morning, Sally would catch a glimpse of Kelly somewhere on the site, inevitably doing something that was physically demanding, dirty, or both. When the noon whistle blew, Kelly asked Sally for help. The girl held a hose while Kelly took a shower in the still-ice-cold water and then dressed again in her Levi's and work shirt, saying, with a cute little grin, that her clothes would still be clean, for a change, when she got home. When she went off to look for Kevin, Sally rejoined Wilson. He invited her to join him for lunch at a nearby tavern. As they walked the short distance, he asked her about the evening. Thinking fast, she made arrangements to meet him in the lobby of the Waldorf at six. Obviously she did not want to tell him that she was staying with the Taylors. Entering the tavern, there were already some men from the construction crew standing at the bar. Instantly, they began to tease Dave, asking him if he had learned how to hit a softball yet. Wilson grinned at what was obviously good-natured teasing and escorted Sally to a corner booth. As the morning had progressed, Sally had become increasingly sensitive to her atrocious physical appearance. The more she got to know Wilson, the better she liked him, and the worse she felt about herself. When they were seated in the booth and Dave returned from the bar with two beers — he had not asked her what she wanted — she asked him about the teasing. Grinning sheepishly, he said, "It goes back to the softball game we played at the company picnic two weeks ago. They were kidding me because I was up at the plate four times and struck out swinging every time." Then he went on to explain that the game had been between the company team, which had won the city commercial softball league championship the previous summer, and the Taylors. "The Taylors?" Sally interjected incredulously. "How many of them are there? I didn't think the family was very big. How could the family possibly field a team?" "That's part of the reason for the teasing," Wilson explained with a chuckle. "There were only the four of them: Andy, Nita, Kelly, and Jack. Andy and Jack alternated pitching and catching, while Nita played the infield, and Kelly played the outfield. It was awful! They utterly destroyed us. Jack is an incredibly powerful pitcher with a ball that comes in so fast the only way you can hit it is to swing on his windup. If you wait for him to release his pitch, there's no way in hell you can get the bat around before the ball has crossed the plate. On the other hand, he has a great change-up, too. So after looking at a couple of fast-balls, you swing on his windup but get a change-up, instead. There you are, flat on your face, as the ball comes slowly over the plate. "Then there's Andy! She doesn't quite have Jack's speed, but she's got everything else. And I mean everything! I have never heard of a pitcher with a bigger collection of pitches and speeds than she can throw. Moreover, she can put every single one within an inch of where she wants it, every time. Would you believe, when the game was over, I challenged her with an empty coffee can? It's just a tiny bit bigger in diameter than a softball. She put ten straight pitches — all sorts, including curves and sliders — into the damned can! Anyway, between the two of them they utterly destroyed us." With a now-broad grin he added, "Kelly was the very worst, though. All four of them are super hitters. I have never seen four people with quicker reflexes or greater power in my life! Anyway, the bases were loaded and Kelly was at the plate. Jack was on third. Knowing how hard she can hit the ball, everyone was playing deep. Unfortunately, I was catching. I say 'unfortunately' because I ended up feeling like the original horse's ass! I guess I should have suspected something, though," he said thoughtfully. "You see, on the first pitch that came over the plate, Kelly swung for the fences and missed it by a mile. The reason I said what I said was it was the first pitch any of them had swung on and missed. At any rate, seeing her hard swing, the guys moved back a little deeper. Can you guess what she did then?" All Sally could do was slowly to shake her head. The fact was that, although she had played a lot of softball in her youth, she knew very little about the fine points of the game, so she had no idea what Kelly might have done. Now William's grin was very broad. Clearly he was very amused as he recalled the game. "Our pitcher lets one go and suddenly I see Jack Taylor breaking for the plate. At the same time, Nita and Andy break for their next base. My jaw drops and just then Kelly sticks out her bat and lays down an absolutely perfect bunt towards first base. Both the pitcher and I were just standing there flatfooted. Everyone was safe and Jack didn't even have to slide when he came in to score." He grimaced and added, "Of course, Jack kills the first pitch he sees, powers it out to left-center — the damned thing is probably still going — for a grand-slam home run!" Wilson just shook his head in amusement and continued, "I asked Kelly about it after the game. I asked her why she didn't just swing away." Again he shook his head and murmured, "God, I love that girl!" Then in his normal voice he said, "She looked at me with her eyes as wide as saucers and said, 'But Dave, Dad's the cleanup hitter; I'm not. You didn't want him to get mad at me, did you?' Then, with the cutest little grin, she added, 'Daddy just loves to hit grand slams!'" "What was the final score?" Sally asked. This time Wilson laughed merrily, "An awful lot to nothing! Do you know why they did it, by the way?" Again Sally just shook her head. "It was to keep us from getting swelled heads because of our championship last year. It was the Taylor's way of suggesting that the team should do a little more practicing on the field, and a little less here in the bar." While they had been talking, Kelly and Kevin had also arrived and were sitting at a table. A few minutes later a handsome black couple entered the tavern with a small girl who appeared to be about four years old. When the girl saw Kelly, she shrieked, ran over to her and threw herself into Kelly's arms. The little girl wrapped her arms around Kelly's neck and proceeded to kiss her with all of the love she possessed. "My God! What's this? What's happening?" Sally exclaimed. "She is thanking the woman who saved her life," Wilson replied softly. "That little girl is Susan White. The poor thing was born with deformed legs. Anyway, awhile ago her father, Jim, was injured in an auto accident. Then her mother was stricken with appendicitis. Her appendix ruptured, in fact; she almost died when peritonitis set in. At any rate, with both parents in the hospital, the Taylors stepped in ... as usual. "Anyway, Kelly was staying with Susan when the poor kid came down with a terrible fever. The doctors didn't have the first clue what it was or what was causing it. So do you know what happened?" Sally just slowly shook her head. "For seventy-two hours straight, Kelly didn't sleep. When the fever was raging, she just kept wiping Susan's forehead with cold cloths. When the fever turned to chills, she just hugged the little girl to her bare body and warmed her between her tits. And, of course, since the doctors had no idea what was causing the fever, whatever it was might have been highly contagious. "Do you think that would slow down Kelly Taylor? Hah! All she knew was that a small child desperately needed care, so she provided it. Susan told us how, when the fever finally broke, she just slept in Kelly's arms for almost twenty more hours. She finally awakened and said she felt that she was in heaven: She was being held so tightly by a woman with a perfect body that smelled so sweet and made her feel so warm and snugly." Wilson looked deeply into Sally's eyes. It was as if he were desperately trying to make her understand something. He continued, "Of course, the fact that Susan is black has absolutely nothing to do with nothing. Never has there been a family as genuinely good as the Taylors. Their love just floods out any place they happen to be." Continuing, he said, "The final chapter played out right here last week. Susan came hobbling in on her crutches and went up to thank Kelly again. Kelly asked her if she would like some help so that maybe she could walk like the other little girls. When Susan just eagerly nodded, Kelly explained that they would pray to God together. She knelt down on the floor and held Susan's hands in both of hers. I was standing at the bar, watching. Although I couldn't hear what she said, it was obvious that Kelly was praying for Susan. "Suddenly, there was a golden glow over both of them. It started to shimmer and then got brighter and brighter, lighting up this tavern as if it were sunlight. Then there was an explosion and the gold sprayed all over everything, then dissipated. When it started, Kelly had grabbed Susan and was hugging her tightly to her breast. Whatever it was knocked them both out, but when they revived — neither of them were hurt — Susan was fine! She was exactly the way you see her now." Just then the little girl spoke up loudly enough to be heard by all of the tavern patrons. Since they all knew the story, as soon as she raised her voice, the rest of the people became quiet and just listened. "Last week," the little girl said, "my mommy told me what happened to me. She said that Kelly prayed that God would restore my legs so I could be like other little girls. She says that God must like Kelly an awful lot, because he heard her prayer and made me well." The little girl was looking around the room with great seriousness and continued, "Would you all help me today, please? I would like us all to kneel down and thank God for what he has done for me. Would you help? Would you join in my prayers? Please?" Without a word being said, everyone in the tavern, including the bartender, got down on his knees. David and Sally came out from their booth and knelt on the floor, too. The little girl beamed at them, then got down on her knees before Kelly and Kevin and held one of their hands tightly in each of hers. "Dear God," Susan prayed, "thank you so much for restoring the use of my legs. I pray that I may grow to be worthy of the great gift you have given me." She paused and then continued, "But, dear God, what I really want you to do is to bless the Taylors! They are the finest, kindest, sweetest, most loving people on the face of the earth. They are living tributes to Your great glories. Dear God, please particularly bless Kelly Taylor. Bless her and keep her, guide her and protect her. Give her the happiness here on earth with Kevin that she so richly deserves, and let them be with you forever in Heaven. Please, God? Amen." The little group were kneeling and still holding hands. Suddenly, it was a repeat of what David had described: a golden glow came over all three. It began to pulsate and then grow brighter until it became brighter than sunlight. Suddenly there was an soundless explosion and the golden light covered the entire interior of the tavern like paint. Kelly, Kevin and Susan were now all flat on the floor. Suddenly, Sally began to weep uncontrollably. When she did, David was immediately shocked but just took her into his arms, held her tight, and let her cry. When she finally regained control she whispered, "My God! I have been such an incredible fool! She is holy! She really is." Then David lowered his head and softly kissed her lips. To her amazement, Sally could feel electricity flow between them. She wrapped her arms around David's neck, held him tightly, and began to work her lips on his. The flow of electricity just grew. The couple were still on their knees while they hugged each other tightly. With her body molded to his, Sally could feel the pressure of his cock which was trying to become erect in the confines of his pants. Finally, they released their hold on each other and returned to their booth. Now Sarah was certain: David Wilson was the man for her. While they ate, she asked him about his plans and hopes for the future. She learned that he was an engineering graduate of Grambling College in Louisiana having majored in civil engineering. Now he was studying for his MBA in construction management. The more they talked, the greater were Sally's mixed feelings. On the one hand, she could feel herself falling deeper in love with this huge, but surprisingly gentle, man by the minute. On the other hand, she was feeling badly about not telling him the truth about herself — that not only was she not a reporter for The New York Times, but she didn't even live in New York. Although, she thought to herself, that's about to change very soon. She had decided that she could not have been more wrong about the Taylors, but moreover, based on the dinnertime conversation the night before, coupled with her wonderful conversation with David, her beliefs from inside the Beltway were now completely shattered. While they were talking, Kelly had come over and asked if she was ready to leave and if she had obtained all the material she needed for the story she was writing. Playing along, Sally rose to her feet, shook Kelly's hand firmly, and thanked her for all the cooperation. However, she said she could handle things alone from there on out. At the same time, she signaled with her eyes and was delighted when Kelly picked up her signal instantly. After excusing herself, Sally went to the ladies room where Kelly was waiting for her. Quickly, she explained that she had a date with David Wilson for that night and asked if it would disrupt any plans either the Taylors or her parents had made for her. Kelly, knowing that the Duncans desperately wanted to attend the UNCF dinner dance, said she was certain that no one would mind. When she finally left David, she went shopping for a suitable gown to wear that night. As she looked at gowns, she was utterly disgusted with the shape of her body and realized that, if she had any kind of luck at all, after tonight she would never be able to wear the gown she was about to buy. ------- Chapter 13 When David Wilson saw Sarah in the lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria, he almost didn't recognize her. Rather than wearing her hair tied back in the severe bun — her Washington style — she had managed to get an appointment at a beauty salon, had her long hair cut to shoulder length, and now had a simple hairdo with her black wavy hair pulled back to frame her face. It was held in place with a white ribbon. Just the simple change in hairdo seemed to take almost ten years off her apparent age. Although she was much too heavy, the fact was that Sally had a beautiful body. Like her mother at the time she came to work for the Taylors, had she been naked she would have looked like a classic Renaissance nude. Her bone structure and her skin were perfect and tonight she was carrying herself proudly. In spite of her poor self-appraisal, her extra weight was spread evenly over a magnificent body. "Sally, you are beautiful!" David exclaimed. Then, ignoring all of the people in the lobby, he took her in his arms and kissed her. When they eased their lips apart, Sally leaned back against David's encircling arms and whispered so softly he could scarcely hear, "My darling, I love you desperately." Dave was initially shocked at her words but then felt a wonderful sense of shared love and warmth. When he asked her if she had said what he thought she had, she just nodded once quickly and smiled the warmest, most loving smile David had ever seen. In spite of being a very big and handsome man, David Wilson had never dated very much. Moreover, he was not really comfortable around women in spite of the hordes of women who regularly threw themselves at him at Giants Stadium. The fact was David Wilson was the star running back of the professional football New York Giants. At age twenty-nine, he was a seven-year pro and had been All-Pro for all seven years, having gained well over 1,000 yards rushing every year he had been in the league. The previous year he had gained over 1,700 yards. As a running back, he was considered to be one of the greatest ever to play the game, being thought by many to be even better than Jim Brown and Walter Payton at their best. Aside from not mentioning football, though, everything Dave had told Sally had been true. He was, in fact, assistant superintendent on the construction job where he and Sally had met. Moreover, he loved construction, loved the Taylors, and loved his job with PHA Construction. In fact, he realized, he was very lucky because he was well on his way to a real career which he could follow when his football days ended. However, in the meantime, he had just been offered a five-year, $35-million contract with the Giants, which could make him one of the very highest-paid players in the game. Entering the Grand Ballroom, they found their table was off to the side and towards the back of the huge room. For Sarah's purpose, the location was perfect. David joked that if he had been a bit more generous, they might have had seats towards the front. She smiled and told him the table was just fine. While they talked, Sarah kept watching people come in. They had been among the earliest arrivals, so initially Sarah was afraid of being seen by her parents and the Taylors even in such a large ballroom. The room was set up with a head table running across the end of the room. Between the head table and the remaining tables was a large dance floor. The band — a marvelous dance band from Grambling College in Louisiana, organized as a big band and playing music from that era — was positioned at the side of the room with its axis perpendicular to the head table. When her parents arrived, they were seated at a front-row table immediately in front of the dais. By that time the room was nearly filled, so there was little chance that they would see Sally. To her surprise and wonder, David was quietly asking her where she wanted to live, what her thoughts were about children, and other personal matters that would affect them if they were married. My God! she thought. He seems to care for me too. Although she was not yet prepared to tell him who she really was, she did not want to dig a deeper hole for herself, either, by adding to the falsehoods. Moreover, she realized that Kelly Taylor had been right: It was easy for her to pretend to be from the Times because its attitudes and those of The Washington Post were indistinguishable. So she found herself telling Dave about being so terribly fat because that was the way professional women were expected to be in the circles in which she moved. After apologizing for her obesity and promising to correct her appearance within sixty days, she grinned, squeezed his hand, and told him that his story about the company softball game was so great. "I used to love to play softball!" she confessed with a grin. "Maybe I can play with you next year. Could I?" David just grinned back, and nodded. Then he asked, "Sarah, what about children? You're a professional woman and—" "Oh God, yes!" she interjected. Then she smiled warmly and added, "That's another 180 degree turn I made in the last twenty-four hours. Honey, hearing little Susan White today ... hearing her love for Kelly and Kelly's love for her ... Good grief! Isn't that what it's really all about? David Wilson, I would love to be the mother of your children." Then she squeezed his hand and, with a wonderfully cute little grin, asked, "Does that mean I'm going to be your concubine? I guess the difference between a concubine and a mistress is that a concubine gives birth to children. Or... ?" "How about being my wife?" David asked softly. "Wouldn't that be easier? I mean ... I guess it is sort of trite and conventional, but..." Then he grinned and interjected, "It is sort of old-fashioned, I admit. After all, isn't this the era of myriad relationships? Two guys, two girls, a lesbian getting pregnant through artificial insemination..." Sally just threw her arms around his neck and silenced him with the most loving and passionate kiss she was capable rendering. Ignoring the other people now sitting at their table, Dave picked her up from her chair as if she was a feather and set her across his lap. Then he concentrated on their kiss. When they finally eased apart, he grinned and asked, "But what's your answer? You're a reporter, after all. You're not supposed to be restricted to nonverbal communication..." "The answer isn't yes, darling Dave," she whispered. He looked surprised and hurt for a moment until she continued, "It's hell, yes!" Then she just grinned at him and cuddled as close to him as she could. It was only with the greatest reluctance that she got off his lap and returned to her own chair when the waiters began the meal service. While they were eating what proved to be a surprisingly good dinner, Sarah was introduced to the other couples at the table. They were all men who worked for PHA Construction, and all were black. All of the other men were married, and Sarah found she really liked both the men and their wives. The opinion of all of them was that PHA Construction was the very finest company a black person could possibly work for. When Sarah asked why, the unanimous answer was that the company was truly color-blind. Everyone in the company was judged against the same set of very high standards. As one man said, "Good work is good work, whether you're black, white, yellow, or purple with orange polka-dots. It's not because I'm black or in spite of being black. It's just that I'm doing a really good job." Sarah also learned that in spite of the company's large size — total employment in New York was over 5,000 — it behaved like a huge family. One of the wives said, "Sally, if there is a family problem, at least one of the Taylors will be there. God only knows how they know, but they know! They always know. The Taylor family is a family of saints. That's all I can say. And not only are they there for us, they are always unobtrusive. The one way to really embarrass Andy Taylor is to make a big thing out of thanking her. I would rather not tell you the specifics, but Jim and I needed help one day, and Andy was there instantly to provide it. Do you know what I did? I just went up to her, thanked her, and kissed her. Know what happened then? She took me in her arms, hugged me, and gave me the most incredible kiss I've ever had in my life!" Turning to her husband she said, "I'm sorry, darling, but it's true. You've never come close to being able to kiss like that." Her husband just grinned and gave her shoulder a squeeze. It was obvious to Sarah that he felt the same way his wife did and wasn't at all bothered by her statement. The woman continued, "Her kiss was just loaded with the purest love and joy! When she finally released me, I could hardly stand up. She had to steady me until I regained my balance. But I was just flooded with grace and overflowing with joy. That woman is just unbelievable!" After dessert, the waiters refilled coffee cups, and then it was time for the speeches. Wilbur Jones, the president of the United Negro College Fund, went to the dais. He announced that UNCF's man of the year was a woman — Andrea Pierce Taylor. Further, he announced that the Fund had just received the largest corporate gift in its history, almost $10 million, from PHA Construction. All of the people rose to their feet to applaud. While they were applauding, Andy was speaking to the president. Although no one could hear what was being said, whatever it was came as an incredible shock to him. Suddenly, he looked jubilant. He shook his head as if to clear it, then held up his hands for quiet. "Folks," Jones said, "I must apologize. You see, while you were applauding, you may have seen some activity up here. Andy Taylor was just doubling the PHA gift. She has just given me her personal check for nearly $10 million!" The man shook his head and added, "What most of you don't know is how the PHA contribution came to be. You see, the Taylor family — all of them: Andy, Jack, Anita, and Kelly — individually matched all of the contributions received from their workers. Although I'm not free to talk about it, I happen to know some of the things Andy, Nita, and Kelly did to help generate the contributions in the first place. But the result, you see, is four-for-one matching: For every dollar a worker gave, the Taylors added four of their own. That's how the $10 million came to be. Yet in spite of all of that, Andy Taylor has just doubled it, herself." He shook his head in utter amazement but then concluded, "Could we have the warmest possible round of applause for the greatest friend Negro colleges have ever had? Could we hear it for the Taylors and especially for Andy Taylor!?" This time the applause and cheering was so loud it almost raised the roof. At the same time the band began to play, "For (S)he's a Jolly Good Fellow," and all of the attendees sang the song at the top of their lungs. When things began to quiet down a bit, the president again raised his hands. As soon as he could be heard again, he said, "Would Kelly and Anita Taylor please come up here and join us?" Kelly and Nita rose gracefully from their chairs, went up to the podium, and stood beside their mother. Then, with a broad grin, the president continued, "Folks, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Here beside me tonight, we have Kelly Carmichael Taylor, voted a few months ago New York's Debutante of the Year. We also have Anita Lucas Taylor. Anita Lucas is Senior Vice President and Fashion Director of Bergdorf Goodman, here in New York. She is acknowledged to be the nation's foremost authority on women's fashions. And then there's Andy. What do these women have in common?" He grinned and said, "None of them have graduated college. In fact, Andy insists she's a high-school dropout. Well, I think we can fix that." At that moment three lovely young women appeared, each carrying academic robes. At the same time the presidents of three of the UNCF member colleges came up to the podium and stood side by side. In just a few minutes each of the Taylor women was awarded a doctoral degree, honoris causa: Andy and Kelly received degrees as doctors of letters, while Nita's was a doctor of humane letters. Although the women tried to resist, their protests were summarily overruled. Finally, Andy went to the podium to speak on behalf of her daughters and herself. Turning to the president, she very cutely stuck out the tip of her tongue causing the audience to howl with laughter. "President Jones, thanks a hell of a lot! I give you a little money, and this is the thanks I get? And I thought you were a friend, too." She paused for a moment, looking thoughtful and continued, "But then there's that old adage: 'No good deed goes unpunished.'" At her crack everyone cracked up, particularly President Jones. He laughed so hard he could hardly stand. Andy continued, "You don't realize how many of my dumb friends have degrees. Many have more than one. But I was unique! Not only did I have no degree, I didn't even have a high-school diploma. But you had to go and wreck it, didn't you? Thanks a lot. I'm not sure for what, but thanks a hell of a lot!" With that, she reached out to Jones standing beside her and proceeded to kiss him with all of her power. The poor man almost passed out. Finally, she released him. When she did, he just stood shaking his head. Returning to the dais he said softly, "Wow!" Then he shook his head again and said, "I have just had the most unbelievable experience of my life! The kiss that Mrs. Taylor just gave me was so loaded with the purest love and joy, I could not believe it! I'm going to be floating around for the next month, anyway. I'm sure it will take at least that long for my feet to touch the ground again." Then he shook his head and continued, "Now I really believe everything I've heard about Andy Taylor. She is not only the most beautiful woman, but she is also the kindest, sweetest, most generous person on the face of this earth. She is a model we should all try to emulate. "Tonight at dinner, I had the opportunity to talk with her. All too often, when we invite a white philanthropist to our gathering, we know — we can feel — that the person really feels that he or she is slumming. With Andy, it's not that way at all. Do you know something? I don't think she even knows I'm black! Honest. To her, people are people. Some are good and others are not. They come in assorted sizes and colors, and Andy judges them one at a time ... against the same standard! "Folks, what more could we possibly want? Isn't this the embodiment of Martin Luther King's dream? Isn't it? 'Judge a person by the content of his character, not the color of his skin.' Could I have another round of applause for one of the greatest human beings God, in His wisdom, has ever seen fit to put on this earth? Please?" When the thunderous applause finally died down, the president said, "We have one more guest this evening. She is a young lady who has not yet started even thinking about applying to college. This girl, Susan White, has a little story to tell." Sarah was surprised to see the little girl from the tavern appear, this time wearing a beautiful white party dress. Tonight, the little girl looked incredibly beautiful. Her skin was the color of chocolate ice-cream, and her black hair had a lovely wave. It was tied back in a ponytail with a lovely white ribbon. A little platform was set in place behind the rostrum to permit the little girl to see over it. When the microphones were adjusted, the little girl said, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I can't tell you how pleased and proud I am to be standing here speaking to you tonight. You see, only two weeks ago, I could not have stood here at all." The little girl paused and just looked around the room. The silence in the auditorium was such that one could hear a pin drop. "When I was born, I was not right from the waist down. My legs never developed properly. The result was that the only way I could get around was on crutches. Actually, my parents knew there was a problem when Mommy was pregnant. I can't tell you how happy I am that she allowed me to be born. So many children are just ... discarded ... these days." Sarah almost cried at the little girl's reference to abortion. Susan went on to describe how, when both her parents were in the hospital, she had come down with an unknown fever. "But Kelly Taylor was staying with me, you see. I don't think Kelly closed her eyes for seventy-two hours! She just held me, comforted me, and prayed for me. Mostly I was out of it, but whenever I knew what was going on, I was being held lovingly in her warm arms. She wouldn't even let me be scared. 'Everything will be all right, ' Kelly said. And she was right. "Then, two weeks ago, I hobbled in to thank her for helping me ... for saving my life. Kelly said it was about time I walked without crutches, so she held my hands tightly and prayed to God to restore my legs — and He did! In an instant, I was fine." The little girl paused and looked around. Her parents were standing behind her and came up to stand with her at the podium. She continued, "As far as Kelly Taylor is concerned, I am dedicating my life to her. I will do anything... anything! ... that she ever asks of me. You see, Kelly is truly one of God's angels come down to earth." Turning to the president she said, "Mr. Jones, thank you so much for giving me this chance to publicly thank Kelly Taylor — and all the Taylors — for all she and they have done for me and for my family." Then she grinned and held the skirt of her beautiful dress out wide and said, "For example, Nita Taylor heard I would be speaking here tonight, so she brought this dress over for me. Mommy says it's from Bergdorf Goodman, the finest and most expensive fashion store in the world. She says it's the finest, most beautiful dress she has ever seen. And it was a gift from Kelly's sister who thought I would be happier if I were wearing a beautiful new party dress. Isn't it pretty?" There was a warm round of applause from the people in tribute to the lovely little girl as they shared her happiness. Before Susan could move, Andy was on her feet whispering into Jones' ear. He quickly and enthusiastically nodded, then went to the podium, picked Susan up in his arms, and held her. Speaking into the microphone he said, "Susan, tonight we have received the biggest gift in history for our schools. Well, the donor, Mrs. Taylor, has designated a part of her marvelous gift as the Susan White Scholarship Fund. Susan, in thirteen or fourteen years, when you're ready to go to college, you will be going to the college of your choice with all expenses paid." Then he hugged the little girl and gave her a warm kiss which she even more warmly returned. Then he added, "You know what? It's going to be a very lucky school that gets you as a student. Susan, you are simply wonderful!" While all of the people were standing at the podium, another young woman joined the group and spoke quickly to Jones. Whatever she said came as such a shock he almost fell over. Watching the proceedings, Sarah was quick to note how much like Andy and the girls the woman was. She was the same height and had the same magnificent figure. Moreover her hair was virtually identical to Nita's: brown, but with the same incredibly beautiful color streaks through it. It was apparent that she also knew the Taylors very well. Finally Jones returned to the microphone and held up his hands for quiet. As the people sat down again, Sarah realized that another man had joined the table where her parents were sitting, along with the Taylor girls, and their fiancés. When the ballroom was again quiet, Jones said, "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the greatest night in the history of the United Negro College Fund. This beautiful woman, who just joined us up here, is Andrea Taylor's sister from Los Angeles, Katherine Carlson. I learned that Andy Taylor has a running competition with another woman in Los Angeles, Allison McGrath Clifford. Well anyway, Ali Clifford heard of Andy's gift, somehow. The result? I have a check in my hand from the William Harrison Clifford Foundation for twenty million dollars! Tonight, from and through the Taylors, our fund has collected forty million dollars! Isn't that wonderful?" Then he grinned at the band and added, "Kids, we have done so well, you won't even have to hitchhike back to Louisiana! Isn't that great?" Then to the guests he said, "This is supposed to be a party and a celebration. Well, we certainly have something great to celebrate! This is the end of the formal portion of our program. Now why don't we all just have fun?" Sarah Duncan had just been utterly overwhelmed. Now she truly realized how incredibly wrong she had been in her judgment of the Taylors. It was apparent that her parents were completely right and she had been totally wrong. At the same time, she realized that her mother's complaints were very real. Ellie really did want to help Andy and serve her because she loved her so very much. And never had there been a woman so deserving of love. Moreover, Sally felt sick as she thought of the status element. Now she realized that being a part of this family and being able to serve it was the highest-status position in the world! Lost in her thoughts, Sarah had not been paying attention to the goings on. When she looked around again, she received another surprise. Andy and Jack Taylor were on the dance floor by themselves, jitterbugging. Since Sally knew that the dance really developed and thrived at the Crystal Ballroom on 125th Street in Harlem in the 1940's with the Duke Ellington and Cab Callaway bands, black people had an historic appreciation for the dance. The Taylors were doing the finest jitterbug anyone had ever seen! Moreover, Andy was wearing a beautiful white dress with a full silk-chiffon skirt that went out horizontally whenever she did a spin revealing her magnificent legs and body up to her waist. All she was wearing was the tiniest lace bikini. Her fully-revealed body was utterly magnificent. Their brilliant dancing was even inspiring the band. As the music played, one band section after another performed inspired solos responding to the inspiration of the Taylors' dancing. When the dance ended, Andy was on the floor with her left leg folded beneath her body and her right leg extended straight ahead. She folded her body forward at the waist like a jackknife until her forehead touched her thigh. When the room exploded with applause and cheering, she lifted her body, threw her arms out wide and just grinned at the people. Then Jack helped her to her feet, took her in his arms and melted his lips to hers. The cheering redoubled in intensity until it was literally rocking the room. When David asked Sally to dance, they moved out to the dance floor and she flowed into his arms. Fortunately, the music the band was playing was now in a slow tempo. Remarkably, she felt like she was floating on air. It was the most wonderful experience of her life. As they spent the evening dancing and talking, she kept seeing the Taylors. Anita and Kelly were dancing with their fiancés, but also with a large number of other men. Sarah realized that, in spite of the fact that they were among only a tiny handful of white people in the room and were dancing with black men, they seemed to be having a wonderful time. The same thing was true of Andy and her sister, Kathy Carlson. When she commented on it diffidently to David, he just pointed out that it was the way they were. "Darling," he said softly, "Dr. Jones had it exactly right: The Taylors are the embodiment of everything Martin Luther King meant in his 'I have a dream' speech. They judge people by the content of their character, not by the color of their skin. They are truly color-blind. Aren't they just neat?" Sarah nodded sadly at the additional piece of evidence of her own bigoted, know-nothing stupidity. Perhaps the most heartwarming thing she saw all evening was Kelly Taylor at the corner of the dance floor with Susan White, teaching the little girl to dance. Susan appeared so happy she was bubbling over. The girl and the young woman moved side-by-side with Susan matching Kelly's steps. The other dancers left space for them as everyone nearby watched the two and marveled. When Susan finally had the dance steps down, she just clapped her hands in glee. Kelly picked her up in her arms, hugged her, and then melted her lips against the little girl's. David and Sarah were close to the two now, so Sarah could hear clearly as the little girl said, "Kelly Taylor, I love you so very much!" Then she pulled back in Kelly's arms just enough to be able to look into her eyes and said, "Darling Kelly, I just want to repeat what I said earlier: I am dedicating my life to you. You are welcome to anything I have or ever will have, including my life. Kelly Taylor, I adore you!" "Susan White, you are an angel come down to earth," Kelly replied. "Just looking at you and seeing your happiness and the happiness of your parents is all the thanks I ever want. Young lady, you are going to be an incredible woman." Finally the dinner-dance ended and Sarah and David started for the exit. Stopping suddenly, David looked at Sarah and said, "Good grief, darling, I don't even know where you live? Is it in cab range, or..." Sarah realized that the time had come. Holding her head up straight she said, "David, I lied to you ... from the very beginning. I'm not a reporter for The New York Times. I am a lawyer and Director of the Civil Rights Division of the U.S. Department of Justice in Washington. Sam and Ellie Duncan are my parents. I came up from Washington to spend the weekend with them." Reaching out, she took both of his large hands in hers, looked deeply into his eyes with the pleading in hers visible as she added, "When I arrived, I was the biggest fool God ever created. I told Andy Taylor that I hated her because she was a useless woman — all take and no give! Can you believe it? That is what I said to Andy." She could see the hurt in David's eyes but continued before he could speak, "Darling, that is the only thing I said to you today that isn't true. I adore you. You asked me to marry you ... sort of," she added with a little grin. "Honey, all bets are off because of my misrepresentation. "But if you are willing, here's what I would like you to do: Please take me back to the Taylor's. I will do some things there that might surprise you, but believe me when I say they are all necessary. Earlier, I said that I intend to lose a lot of weight in the next sixty days." Her eyes were pleading as she added, "I will be incommunicado for that period, my darling, but I beg you: Could we have a date for sixty days from today? Please?" Although David Wilson was surprised by what Sarah told him, he was not shocked. In fact, he had been intrigued to learn that she was a senior official in the Justice Department. Clearly, his assessment that she was a very bright young woman was accurate. Most important, though, he had come to love Sarah very much in just the few hours he had known her. The kisses they had shared were very real and could not have been faked. He smiled warmly and put out his hand saying, "It's a deal. Shake on it?" Sarah squealed in delight, quickly shook his outstretched hand, and then threw herself at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him with every ounce of love and passion she could communicate. As she worked her lips on his, she probed with her tongue and finally entered his mouth. When her tongue met his, there was an incredible jolt of electricity that both of them felt. When they finally eased apart, he whispered, "I can hardly wait!" Returning to the Taylor's apartment building, Sarah used the keys Kelly had given her to go up in the elevator and then enter the apartment. When they went in, Sarah and David could hear the sounds of a small party in progress in the living room, welcoming the Carlsons. "Darling," she whispered, "here goes nothing. You are about to see the most disgusting excuse for a woman's body you could imagine!" With that, she began to strip off all of her clothes. After laying them neatly on a chair in the hallway, she started to make her way to the living room. But before she could move, David grabbed her around the waist, turned her around and pulled her close. In spite of all of her excess weight, Sarah's tits were large, high, and firm, with lovely little nipples. David kissed her lips with all the love at his command and then kissed both of her nipples, biting them and bringing them to full erections. When he dropped his hands and pinched her buns, she yelped softly, but then just wriggled her ass as she savored the feeling. "Darling, you may be heavy, but you are certainly beautiful. But now what?" Surprisingly, she grinned and giggled softly. Then getting down on her hands and knees, she began to crawl rapidly towards the living room. Because he had no idea what she was going to do, David hung back. When she crawled into the living room, he eased into the room and just stood beside the entryway. Sarah found that Andy was sitting alone in a wing chair beside the sofa talking animatedly to Kathy. As quickly as she could, she crawled to the chair, bowed down and carefully kissed both of Andy's feet. Looking up, tears were flowing from her eyes and she could barely talk. Nevertheless, she managed to choke out, "Mistress Andy, can you ever forgive me? What I said to you yesterday evening was utterly inexcusable. It would have been a horrible thing to say, even if it had been true! But I could not have been more wrong. 'All take and no give, ' I think I said." She shook her head and exclaimed, "Wrong! Andy Taylor, you are all give and no take! But what did I learn today? I learned that Andrea Taylor is the finest, kindest, most loving, most considerate, most giving person on the face of the earth. Mistress, you are an angel come down from heaven—" "Now will you finally believe me, big sister?" Kathy interrupted. "You are the most loving and lovable woman alive. Can you finally get it through that thick head of yours that we all love you because of what you are? Can you — just for once — believe what we have been trying to tell you? That as beautiful as you are, your surface beauty is the least of it? That your true beauty is the light shining from all the love and goodness inside you that just spills out all over everyone and everything? Please, big sister?" Kathy's eyes were pleading for Andy's acceptance of what she was trying to communicate. Andy Taylor was utterly stunned at what was happening. She could only shake her head slowly from side to side in sheer amazement. Before she could do anything, Kathy launched herself from the sofa and landed in Andy's lap. She put her lips on Andy's and unloaded every ounce of love she could convey. That was a very great deal. Meanwhile, Sarah just remained bowed down on her knees in front of Andy. When she saw Andy and Kathy's lips separate, she continued, "Mistress Andy, I beg you please to accept me into your service as your slave. I admit that I am not much to look at—" "Slave, present yourself to me," Andy interrupted imperiously. Sarah did not know what she meant, but she guessed. She lifted her body off the floor and knelt up straight with her weight back on her heels. Although tears of sorrow were still streaming down her cheeks she cupped her breasts and said, "These are my tits, Mistress. They are full and high. My nipples are small and up-thrusting. The rest of my body ... is mostly lard. I am educated, but not in any skills that could possibly be of any use to you." Looking hopeful, she continued, "But perhaps I could be trained to be a field hand? I believe I am strong and could become stronger." Then her face fell and she began to cry again. Shaking her head she continued, "I know I am not much, Mistress, but with the British blockade of the Slave Coast ... I'm afraid the quality of available slaves it not nearly as good as it once was. But could you make do? Please?" Andy nodded and smiled warmly. "Okay, Sarah Duncan, enough of the playacting, please. I accept your apology. Now, can you please go back to being our guest?" "No, Mistress, I cannot." Her face brightened and she added, "Of course, I am being directly disobedient, so perhaps the torture frame? I believe I would fit, and because it is so strong — my mother mentioned it to me — it would probably hold my weight." Then she looked very serious as she added, "Mistress, could you please put Mistress Kelly in charge of my training? You see, the problem is that you are too good and too kind. You would not discipline me in the way I both need and deserve. Mistress Kelly, on the other hand, knows how badly I hurt you. And since she loves you more than life itself, I can be more confident that she will do the things to me that so badly need doing." Andy finally realized that Sarah was being absolutely serious. When she asked about her job in Washington, Sarah quickly replied that she was resigning in the morning. For every objection Andy raised, Sarah had a reply. Finally, with reluctance, Andy accepted her proposal. Then Sarah again knelt up straight and said, "Mistress, since I am going to be punished severely for the things I have already said to you, I might as well get it all out of the way. You see, Mistress, you do have one serious fault: you are very selfish!" There was an audible gasp from the others when they heard Sarah's words. The girl's voice was now very strong as she continued, "I'm sorry, Mistress, but it's true. What do I mean by selfish? I mean that you will not allow anyone to do anything for you, ever. Last night, for example: I now know that my mother was sincerely disappointed that you would not allow her to do anything. You see, Mistress, she and Dad love you so very much, but you won't let them ever do anything to demonstrate their love. When they buy you a birthday present, you even try to pay for it! Now is that fair? Is it? Won't you please give other people a chance to show you how much they love you and to show how important you are to them and to their lives? Is that really asking too much?" "She's absolutely right, Mother," Kelly interjected. "After all the things you have done for me, you won't permit me to ever do anything for you. Ever!" Nita chimed in, "It's true. Remember your anniversary? You wouldn't let Kelly and me get you anything. Instead, you and Dad gave us our adoption papers and gold watches. Mom, we adore you! You already know that the height of Kelly's ambition is to be able to give you her beating heart to save your life. Could you please, just once, let us do something for you? Anything!" Andy was stunned. She looked at Ellie and asked, "Ellie, is this true?" "Absolutely!" Ellie exclaimed. "Do you know what? There may be hope for Sally yet. That is the only intelligent thing she's said since she arrived from Washington. But she is obviously very perceptive. She's also absolutely correct. "Andy, Sam and I adore you! I have been trying to tell you this for months, but you won't listen ... No! That's not true. You do listen. It's just that you will not or cannot let yourself believe it. Sam and I have just been basking in your incredible love for Jack, for your family, and for us, ever since we arrived." "Ellie," Andy asked softly, "would you ... could you ... bring out some canapés ... or something?" Ellie rushed to Andy, wrapped her arms around her neck — Kathy, still sitting on Andy's lap, moved back to make room — and kissed her with all the love she possessed. Then she said warmly, "Now that didn't hurt so much, did it?" Then she laughed and added, "Darling Andy, you are so incredibly generous and giving, it almost literally hurts you to ask anyone to do anything. Doesn't it? Admit it!" Andy just grinned shyly and nodded. Ellie jumped up straight and to Sally said, "Okay, Slave Sally. Off your ass and on your feet. You certainly aren't much, and it is a shame to inflict you on our guests in your present condition, but..." She grinned and continued, "On the other hand, Mistress Carlson is your mistress's sister. So, since she's family..." Sarah rose to her feet and followed her mother out to the kitchen. A few moments later she reappeared, now wearing only a large white bow on the back of her head, and took drink orders. Later, she and Ellie were standing beside David who had joined the group. He had been introduced to Ken and Kathy Carlson and was sitting beside them on the sofa. "Mother," Sarah said softly, "I don't think you have ever met David Wilson. David asked me to marry him earlier today. I said I would when — and if — I am ever released from slavery. David, what do you think of your future mother-in-law? Isn't she unbelievable?" David had been admiring Ellie's incredible body. Like Sarah, Ellie now was also naked, wearing only a large white bow on the back of her head. He rose, took her in his arms and kissed her with all of his love while running his fingers lightly over her magnificent body. When they separated, he murmured, "Wow!" Then with a grin he said, "Good heavens! If all mothers-in-law are like you..." Then his face grew serious and he said, "Mrs. Duncan, in sixty days I would like to speak to you and Mr. Duncan about a matter of great importance to Sarah and me. I hope you will be able to make the time available and will give very serious consideration to what I will be saying to you at that time." Ellie was holding David's hands in both of hers and looking intently into his eyes while he spoke. When she did, she could see the great love he felt for her daughter in them. Very seriously, she replied, "Mr. Wilson, my husband and I will certainly make the time available. I look forward to it." Then she winked and gave him a quick grin. As she turned away, he could not resist. He gave one of her tight buns a sharp pinch. Ellie squealed and rubbed her injured bottom. Then turning to him she spoke as if she were a colonial dame and said, "La, sir! Please! I am a married woman." Then with another grin and in her normal tone of voice she asked, "Did my ass feel good? Did you like pinching it, David? I know I loved it!" When she headed back to the kitchen, David said softly, "Sally, your mother is a truly incredible woman! And you mean I get her, too, at no additional charge?" "You sure do!" Sarah replied with a grin. "Aren't you lucky?" ------- Chapter 14 "Mother!" Sally Duncan wailed. "Make them stop! Or at least make them give me a turn." She was pinned under Nita's body with her pelvis supported by pillows. While Nita was kissing her and caressing her tits and the rest of her body, Kelly was between her legs and eating her cunt. It was only because Nita had moved her mouth from Sarah's lips down her body to kiss her tits and bite her nipples that she was able to say anything at all. Before she could say another word, though, Sally let out a scream as again Kelly brought her to another powerful orgasm. Meanwhile, Ellen Duncan just continued to work out on the machines. She had not even looked over at Sarah. She grinned as she watched her daughter's loins spasm again. When she again regained control, Ellie said matter-of-factly, "Don't come crying to me, young lady. You were the one who insisted on becoming a slave. No one forced you, least of all me. But I do wish you weren't so noisy in your cumings. You're disturbing my workout!" At that point, Kelly did something to Nita, squealed, and ran for the door out to the pool deck with Nita in hot pursuit. Sally just lay flat on her back on the exercise mat with her arms outstretched and was at last able to catch her breath. Finally, she rose, came over to where her mother was exercising, and knelt down beside her. "Mom," she asked softly, "why didn't you and Dad just drown me? Why did you bother with the adoption thing? How could one girl be so wrong about so many things?" "What is it this time?" Ellie replied blandly, while continuing her workout. "Mom, I kept waiting for the real Kelly and the real Nita to appear. I was so damned dumb — I guess I really did spend much too much time in D.C. — I couldn't believe that they could be as good as they truly are." Then with a wonderfully warm smile, she continued, "You know what? They are like two utterly delightful younger sisters. I have never had so much fun in my life! You know we've all been sleeping together from the very beginning. Now, I usually feel like the meat in a sandwich. And being a black girl between two luscious whites, the metaphor really works. As it is, I'll wake up in the arms of one of them while the other's tits are crushed against my back and her hand is squeezing one of my boobs. But, God, it feels so great! "Then there is Kelly: I can't believe a girl her age could possibly know so much or be so capable as a teacher. I can't believe all the things I have learned from her." Then the girl's face grew serious, she stood up straight and asked, "Mom, do you think David will like me? Am ... Is my body good enough for him, do you think?" Ellie grimaced and shook her head sadly. "There you go again, girl. That's exactly what I mean. No one — I mean no one — could possibly look like you do and ask that question seriously." Looking up at her daughter's face she asked, "Let me ask you: Have you ever felt better in your life? Ever?" Sally just slowly shook her head, so Ellie continued, "Darling, you are now utterly exquisite. David loved you when you were a tub of lard. Now you are one of the most beautiful women in the country." Then she smiled and asked, "How was your workout a few minutes ago?" "Mom, I honestly don't know how to answer that question. You see, while my sisters were taking turns working on me, I was thinking of my former friends in Washington — too many of whom are full-bore lesbians. It's funny, really. First, of course, Nita and Kelly are as far away from being lesbians as it's possible ever to be! My God! In the presence of Kevin and Bill, those girls just melt. But in spite of that, they could give lessons on making love to a woman. They are unreal! At the same time, they are both so intensely beautiful. Their bodies are so indescribably fragrant, all the time ... They are so clean and sweet-smelling with bodies that are works of art..." Looking at her mother she interrupted herself and said, "You know something? I love going down on Kelly. With her totally hairless little cunt, it is truly a joy for me. I was really only half-teasing earlier — I really did want my turn. But it's a riot, really. My D.C. friends would absolutely go bullshit over those two. They wouldn't know what to make of them." Then she grinned and said, "That was the long answer to your question. The short answer to the question, how was my workout, is: Spectacular!" It had been agreed that her slavery was to come to an end that evening when David's elevator car reached their penthouse. But until then Sarah had to do anything she was told to do by Andy, Nita, or Kelly. Sarah got on the exercise machines and went through her own workout. She was delighted that now all five women — Andy, Ellie, Nita, Kelly, and herself — used the identical machine settings and did the same number of reps. Actually, Sarah was secretly very proud of herself for being able to get in such good condition so fast. The truth was that previously she had difficulty trying to maintain her weight at her former ungainly 160. Her body kept trying desperately to get back to her best weight which was between 120 and 125. Having grown up as something of a tomboy, she had found it both easy and fun to get back to swimming, running, and working out. Finishing her workout, she ran out to the pool where she found Nita and Kelly waiting for her. The three girls dove into the pool and raced each other for 2,000 meters. In spite of the distance, it was virtually a three-way dead-heat. After soaking up the heat in the sauna, they showered and then took turns massaging each other with musk oil and preparing each other's bodies for their men, all of whom were coming to the formal dinner party Andy had planned for the evening. When she thought she was all set, Kelly said, "Slave Sally, come back here!" When addressed as "slave", Sarah was obliged instantly to obey. "Yes, Mistress Kelly? How may I serve you?" Kelly and Nita then took Sally back into the shower and scrubbed her body thoroughly again, but this time paying special attention to her tits, her slit and her asshole. This was followed by a soak in a steaming-hot bath laden with musk oil. Then they carefully dried off her body, made her lie down on a massage table, and together gave her the finest and most intense massage of her life. It seemed to Sally that the two girls used nearly a quart of the very-expensive musk oil on her body, spreading it all over. They gently worked it into her tits, but used their strong fingers to knead it in elsewhere on her body. Kelly ordered her to spread her thighs as far apart as they would go, and then, using her fingers to spread Sally's labia wide, poured the expensive fluid into her slit. Then, using her long, slim fingers, Kelly worked it into every crease and crevice and put as much into her vagina as she could manage. The intense, yet sensuous massage did its work. Sally could not keep her eyes open and finally fell asleep. She was awakened two hours later, glanced at the clock and found it was after five-thirty. David was due to arrive at six. She had been awakened by Kelly's kiss which was so incredibly sweet and loving. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty," Kelly said with a loving smile, "it's time for you to finish getting ready." When Sarah rose and then stood up, Kelly caught her as her knees let go. She realized that, even after her nap, the massage she had received had been so good, and she had ended so relaxed, her legs initially wouldn't even support her weight. Two days earlier, Henry Hall, Ali's Academy Award-winning hair stylist, had flown in to do all the girls' hair. The style he achieved for Sally was simple, yet it made her look incredibly beautiful as it accentuated her very-refined features. Going into the bedroom, she found Kelly holding a white lace bikini, waiting for her. "Thank you so much, Kel!" Sally said, "but I can take it from here." "Slave Sally," Kelly replied peremptorily. "I don't recall asking what you could or could not do. Now put your feet in these pants!" Sarah did as she was told. Before pulling them up and smoothing them on Sarah's loins, though, Kelly ran her fingers through Sarah's silky black pubic hair. Like Andy's and Nita's, Sarah's was now plucked back to a small dense patch. "Darling Sally, your pubic hair feels like the finest silk. David is going to be ecstatically happy when he gets you in his bed!" "Oh God, Kel! I sure hope so," she replied. "It is Mistress Kelly, slave!" she interjected peremptorily. Then with a wonderfully warm smile she added softly, "Darling Sally, how could he not?" At that Sarah daintily stuck out her tongue causing Kelly to shake her head in feigned dismay. "I knew I should have beaten you, slave! I just knew it. The books are right, you know. They all say very clearly that if you give a slave an inch, she will always take a mile. But did I pay attention? Hah!" Sarah wrapped Kelly in her now-very-strong arms and melted her lips to hers. She tried to communicate as much of the intense love for this young woman as it was possible for her to do. As she moved her lips on Kelly's, she used her tongue to probe the girl's mouth. When their tongues came in contact, there was a surge of electricity, but without the passion that she had felt when she had done it with David. It was a kiss of the purest love. When she eased away, she murmured, "I love you so very much, Kelly Taylor. You are one of God's angels sent to live on earth." Then she looked into Kelly's eyes to try to communicate her sincerity as she added, "Kel, there are no words possible for me to thank you for all that you have done for me over the last sixty days. My darling, all I can say is that I love you more than anyone else alive with the possible exception of David. And, please notice, I stress the word, possible. All the things that you — and Nita — have done for me are not to be believed." Then her eyes widened as she tried desperately to communicate the importance of what she was about to say. "Kelly, remember when I said your mother was selfish because she would not let people demonstrate how much they loved her? Please, my darling, tell me what David and I can possibly do for you to demonstrate our gratitude. Will you? Please?" Kelly cocked her head and then nodded it once, very firmly. "Okay. It's a deal. There's only one thing, darling Sally. For reasons that will become clear, I'll tell you what it is later. Okay?" "Okay!" Sally exclaimed, elated at her promise. Then Kelly took out a new white silk dress Nita had selected for Sarah, helped her slip it over her head, and then smoothed it down with her fingertips. Both girls were happy. Sarah loved the feel of Kelly's fingers moving on her, and Kelly loved to caress Sarah's now-incredible body. Sitting the girl down, Kelly carefully worked on her hair and restored it exactly to the way Hall had done it. Then Kelly opened a dressing-table drawer, took out a black jewelry box, and opened it. Very carefully, she positioned two incredible two-carat diamond ear studs, then fastened the most magnificent diamond necklace Sarah had ever seen around her neck. "These are gifts from my mother," Kelly said quietly. "If you like them, I hope you will tell her so." "My God!" Sally breathed. "They are utterly magnificent! But why?" "Because you have been such a good slave," Kelly replied quietly. "And because she loves you so much, too." Then she became serious as she added, "And because a woman should look her very best when the man of her dreams asks her to marry him. And because they will look so beautiful with the gorgeous diamond I'm certain Dave will give you tonight." Finally, Kelly opened a flower box, took out a small white carnation, and carefully placed it behind Sally's right ear. "What do you think?" Kelly asked quietly. Without replying, Sally rose, went to the full-length mirror on the inside of the closet door and looked at herself. She had never looked nearly as good in her entire life, and, trying to be as objective as possible, concluded that she really did look very good. When she said so, Kelly snorted and said, "Sally Duncan, you are either a liar or an idiot! My Lord, woman, you look utterly exquisite! Your skin: It's the color of light chocolate ice cream ... And that necklace looks perfect against your satin skin. But why doesn't your cunt taste like chocolate?" Kelly shook her head in feigned perplexity and added in her normal tone of voice, "Your mother's doesn't, either, and she's black, too. I just don't understand." Then she continued, "Your figure is as good as a woman's can ever be. Darling Sally, you are utterly magnificent!" With that she kissed her, patted her lightly on her bottom and shooed her out of the room so she could get dressed herself before Kevin arrived. Sally began to pace the floor in the hallway, waiting for the phone to ring. When it finally did, and it was the security officer announcing Mr. Wilson, she stood at the opened door and waited for the elevator to arrive at their floor. ------- As he rode up in the elevator, David Wilson checked the pocket of his dinner jacket and then checked his appearance in the mirror at the back of the elevator car. He concluded that he looked as good as he ever had in his life. Curiously, he found that he really liked wearing the dinner jacket which, thanks to Jack Taylor, had been custom-tailored for him by J. Press. The custom tailoring was necessitated by his very broad shoulders, coupled with a very slim waist and hips, but with enormously large and powerful thighs and calves. In spite of what currently passed as men's fashion, his dinner jacket was most conservative in its cut, being plain black. His only concession to fashion flair was the pleated dress shirt he was wearing with a plain black bow tie. David took another deep breath when he felt the car slow as it neared the penthouse floor. When the door opened, he found himself face to face with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Her brown eyes were wide and there was a tremulous little smile on her lips. "David?" she asked diffidently. David stopped dead in his tracks and just looked at her. "Sally? My lord, I have never seen a more beautiful woman! Is it really you?" "It's really me. Honest. I am Sarah Duncan." Although Sally was scared to death, she very tentatively reached out her arms towards him. That was all it took. In one long step David covered the space between them and took her into his arms. When her lips met his, the surge of electricity between them almost knocked them down. But then Sally just worked her lips with all the technique she had learned from Nita, Kelly, and her mother, then probed his mouth with her tongue. The kiss was so much better than she had even remembered. For David's part, as he held Sally tightly and kissed her, he was almost overcome by the sweetest fragrance he had ever smelled. When he eased away and asked her about it, Sally just grinned and told him it was the smell of her own body enhanced by musk oil. "My God!" he exclaimed. "Do you mean I have this to look forward to for the rest of my life? Waking up with you in my arms and smelling the most beautiful perfume in the world?" She just nodded her head quickly. "My darling, I adore you!" he exclaimed. Taking his hand, she led the way into the living room where her parents, along with Andy and Jack Taylor, were waiting for them. The other girls were still getting ready and waiting for their fiancés to arrive. He shook hands with the Taylors and then with Sam Duncan. Although Ellie also had her hand outstretched, David wrapped her in his arms, hugged her, and melted his lips to hers in the most loving kiss he was capable of giving anyone. When he released her, Ellie's eyes were glassy and she had to shake her head to clear it. Then in a soft, loving voice she said, "David, that kiss was incredible. But why?" "You'll find out in a moment. That was to soften you up," he replied with a little grin that Ellie couldn't read. After David sat down beside Sarah on the sofa, Ellie remained standing and asked about drinks. David looked up at her and asked, "Could you delay that for a few minutes? There is something I really need to talk to you about first." When the Taylors rose to leave the room to give them privacy, David motioned them back to their seats. "Mrs. Taylor, as Sarah's owner, I think you should hear this, too. Would you and Mr. Taylor please stay?" Andy's eyes widened, but she eased back into her seat. Then David took Sarah's right hand in his and held it tightly. It was obvious to her that whatever was coming was very important to him. Then he swallowed hard and began, "Mr. and Mrs. Duncan, I ... I ... I would like your permission to continue to call on your daughter, Sarah. My intentions are completely honorable. With your permission, and if she consents, I would like to make her my wife. Sir and madam, do I have your permission?" Ellie and Sam glanced at one another and both beamed. They both jumped to their feet, as did David. Sam took his hand in his own huge one, squeezed it, and said, "David Wilson, nothing could make us happier. Indeed, sir, you most certainly do have our permission to call on our daughter." Then David took Ellie in his arms and kissed her again. When they separated he said softly, "That was the purpose of the first kiss. It was to get you into a receptive frame of mind ... Mom?" "Oh my God!" Ellie exclaimed. "David Wilson, thank you so much. Good grief! There is absolutely nothing that could make me feel better than to hear you call me Mom." Then with a cute little grin she added softly, "And when you wear out Sally ... After all, you do like my cute little ass." "Mom, you are just too much!" Dave responded with a grin. "I'm going to be the only man alive with a mother-in-law as young and as beautiful as his wife." Then with a wink at Sam he added slowly, "As a matter of fact ... I hear that late in a pregnancy it can be hard for a woman to have sex. And since we plan on a lot of kids, there will be a lot of time when Sally's out of action ... Dad, you know that one of the advantages women have over men is the number of times they can have sex, so you wouldn't really mind, would you, if... ?" Sam Duncan howled with laughter, clapped Dave on the back, and said, "What a great idea! Besides, although Ellie and I have been married for over twenty years, it has only been in the last few months that I discovered I had married a nymphomaniac..." He paused, looked up at the ceiling, then nodded his head emphatically. "As a matter of fact, David Wilson, I could use the help." With that Sam wrapped his big hand around Ellie's bun and squeezed. After a quick gasp of pleasure, she wheeled into Sam's arms and melted her lips to his. While they were locked in their increasingly passionate embrace — with her body mashed against his, Sam Duncan was able to squeeze both of Ellie's ass cheeks — everyone in the living room was howling with laughter. The tension they all had been feeling before David's speech had disappeared. When they were all again seated, Sarah tapped David on the shoulder and said, "Aren't you forgetting something? Now that you lined up a very hot cunt to replace mine late in my pregnancy, isn't there something that goes before? Like a wedding, maybe?" David turned on the sofa so he was now sitting facing Sally. Then he took both of her hands in his and said, "My darling, before I get to that, there is something I have to tell you." His face was very serious now and Sally was beginning to be concerned. "It is very important, and may adversely affect our relationship." Now his eyes were very large as he looked into Sally's and asked, "Darling, are you a Redskins fan?" "A what?" she exclaimed. At that moment, football was the furthest thing from her mind. "A Redskins fan," David repeated. "After all you live in Washington — or did — and the Washington Redskins are sure popular down there." "As a matter of fact, I sure am," she replied, still baffled by his question. But she added, "I just adore football! And if it weren't for the Giants and their damned Dave Wilson..." Suddenly her eyes became as big as saucers and her jaw dropped. Very quietly and slowly she said, "Don't tell me that you ... you ... But you can't be! Are you?" Dave just slowly nodded his head up and down. Then, without saying a word, he gave her the small shopping bag he had carried in with him. With her eyes still wide, Sarah opened it and pulled out a football jersey. Spreading it out, she found it was a blue Giants summer-weight jersey with the number 22 on it, and stitched over the numbers, the name, WILSON. Again her eyes flared, but she said nothing. Then, to the surprise of everyone, she got up, took the bag, and left the room, still without saying a word. David swallowed hard and looked at the Duncans and Taylors. He was not at all reassured when he saw the puzzled looks of concern on their faces, too. But before he had a chance to ask what he should do, Sally returned to the room. She was still wearing the white carnation in her ear, as well as the diamond necklace and diamond ear studs. But now she was barefoot and only wearing his football jersey. She had even shed her bikini. Since the jersey was summer-weight, it was made of a coarse mesh to permit a cooling airflow. As a result, Sally might as well have been nude. Although the jersey reached down almost to her knees, her magnificent body was fully revealed. David and the others were so stunned at the change no one had moved. When she came close, she just hurled herself into his arms. Then she took his hand and placed it under the jersey encouraging him to move it all over her body. "Is it nice enough for you, my darling? Is there anything you would like me to change? Anything at all?" David just slowly shook his head. Then, in her normal tone of voice, she said, "We have now established that I am a Redskins fan. Now what?" Everyone howled with laughter at her straight-faced comment. Their laughter had strong overtones of relief. "Sarah Duncan, I also play football for the Giants. In spite of being a Redskins fan, do you think you could possibly find happiness in the arms of ... of a Giant?" Sarah had her arms linked loosely around his neck. Her reaction to his question was to look thoughtful. She cocked her head and looked pensive. Then she said slowly, "Well ... It all depends." "Depends on what?" he asked, again both concerned and a little scared. Without directly answering the question, she said matter-of-factly, "David, please get undressed. Completely. Right here. Right now." "But ... but ... but you can't be serious. I mean..." "How many times have you seen me naked? Andy Taylor? My mother? My sisters? What's your problem? Or are you such a male chauvinist that you believe only women can be bare? Strip!" she ordered. David looked quickly around the area and found that the others were interested, but completely unperturbed. Shrugging, he began to undress. Sally noted with interest that his bow-tie was hand-tied rather than the far-more-common pre-tied variety. When he was stripped down to his shorts, Ellie held up her hand in a signal for him to stop. He did, but he had no idea why. "Sarah, are you properly attired for a man who is disrobing?" Ellie asked acidly. "Are you?" Sarah, visibly reddening, said, "I'm sorry, ma'am," and stripped off the Giant jersey. Then, with her thighs pressed tightly together and now totally naked, she knelt up straight with her weight back on her ankles beneath her. With a very attentive look on her face she asked her mother in an eager tone, "Is this better?" "Much!" Ellie replied, nodding to David for him to continue. Before stripping off his shorts he looked down at Sally and was utterly overwhelmed. She was the most incredibly beautiful young woman he had ever seen. Her body was utter perfection; even her nipples were fully engorged and pointed up at him. After taking a deep breath, he pulled down his jockey shorts, releasing his cock which, in just an instant, was fully erect. "Oh, Mother!" screamed Sarah. "He's gorgeous." With that she jumped to her feet, threw her arms around him and just hugged. "Darling," she whispered, "please hold me as tight as you can. I want to feel my tits mashed against your huge chest. But they are really pretty firm, so you will have to squeeze pretty hard." He did, and found the feeling utterly exquisite. Then she raised her head and he melted his lips on hers. Their kiss was the very best yet. Dropping back down to her knees, she turned her body to look at her mother again and asked, "May I take him in my mouth, Mommy? Please? Huh? Can I? Please?" "Don't be silly, Sarah. Of course not!" Ellie replied in a flat, but decisive, tone. "You're prejudiced!" Sally cried. "You're a racist! Nita and Kelly go down on Bill and Kevin all the time. Why can't I?" Sarah protested. "I'm being discriminated against because I'm black and female!" Then looking at the Taylors — by now Andy was sitting across Jack's lap, and both were trying desperately to maintain straight faces — she asked, "Is she being fair? Is she? I mean ... Really!" "Sarah, it is nothing of the kind!" Ellie interjected. "Nita and Kelly are engaged to be married. You are not!" "Oh," Sarah said dejectedly. "I guess you're right." Then she looked up at Wilson's face and with a completely deadpan expression, said, "David, were you about to ask me something?" David, too, was having a difficult time controlling his laughter, but he played along. "Yes, Sarah, I was. Will you marry me?" "Yes," she said flatly. Again she spun her body to look at her mother and eagerly asked, "Can I now, Mommy? Can I? Please, Mommy! I even said yes." Ellie assumed an exasperated expression and said, "Oh ... all right. But good grief, girl, can't you even wait? I mean ... That's the trouble with young people today. You want everything, and you want it right now! You won't wait for anything." "Won't wait?" Sarah wailed. "What do you mean, won't wait? For heaven's sake, Mother, I'm twenty-eight years old! And I have never even touched a man. Do you realize that, except for David, I have only been kissed three times by a man — or boy — in my whole life! Won't wait, indeed!" Then, licking her lips, she reached out and cupped his huge scrotum that was filled with his cum and hefted it. He was so big and full, she needed both hands to cradle his sac. When she did, his huge, fat cock became visibly larger. She was moving her head to kiss the beautiful tip of his huge cock when Ellie exclaimed, "Sarah Duncan! Have you forgotten everything we have been trying to teach you? You certainly know better than that. Now I ask you: What do you say to a gentleman before going down on him? What?" "Oh," Sarah replied faking a sound of remorse in her voice. Then she looked up at David's face and said very brightly, "Mr. Wilson, would you like to eat my cunt while I'm going down on you? It is very clean. My sisters even scrubbed it thoroughly and perfumed it for you. It's not necessary, but you might..." Then her voice changed and she said, "Oh, shit. Dave, please? The reason my thighs are so tightly together is to keep from flooding out the living room with my love juices. Oh, darling, please? I think you'll like it. Nita and Kelly both say I'm as sweet as sugar." Then her face fell and she added, "On the other hand, today both of them sprinkled powdered sugar in it, so now I'm not so sure." With her eyes wide, she looked up at him and added, "But please try, darling. Mommy can even get the powdered sugar if you want it." This time Dave could no longer control himself and let out a burst of laughter. Shaking his head while he tried to regain control, he finally managed to say, "Thank you, Miss Duncan. I would like to eat your cunt." Sarah told him to lie on the floor on his back. Then she straddled his head with her knees and gently lowered her now-dripping cunt to his mouth. She had not been kidding about that. Her cunt was flowing with her juices as she lowered her head and took his huge cock in her mouth. After licking it like an ice-cream cone, she kissed it and then began to move her mouth up and down on it, taking him in deeper each time, in spite of its enormous size. Although David could not see what she was doing, he finally felt that she had somehow taken him in to his full length. At the same time he was running his tongue all over her slit and then forced it up the entrance to her vagina. The experience was utterly unbelievable. Her cunt was so clean and fragrant, as well as tasting as sweet as sugar. The two worked on each other and soon he brought Sarah to her first orgasm. It was funny as she tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the huge cock in her mouth. She came again, and yet again. Soon she was in continuous orgasm, yet somehow she continued to work on his cock with her mouth. When she felt he was about to let go, remembering what the girls had told her, she pulled his cock out until she only had its head in her mouth when he began to spurt. Swallowing as fast as she could, remarkably she was able to swallow it all, in spite of the huge quantity of his discharge. At the same time, David slowed his actions and allowed Sarah slowly to come down from her crest. Finally, the two were completely spent, but managed to lick the last drops from the other's sex before Sarah just let her body drop on top of his. She just lay there with her head on his groin while she regained her breath. At the same time, she could feel his fingertips gently moving all around her body, caressing everything within his reach. Sarah particularly adored the feeling as he stroked her buns. She yelped and jumped up when he simultaneously pinched both of them hard. Spinning around to face him, she found him laughing. With a big grin, she dropped her mouth to his and kissed him with all of the passion she could communicate. At the same time, they each got a taste of their own cum from the mouth of the other. When they broke the kiss, they just remained wrapped in each other's arms. "Is that all?" Ellie asked in a flat tone. "If you two are quite finished, I would suggest, Sarah and David, that you two go to Sarah's room, shower and get dressed. I mean ... Really!" Sarah helped Dave carry his clothing to her room. When he saw how palatial it was, he just whistled softly. Then she led the way into her bathroom and the two took a shower together in the huge stall. Having spent their initial passion, the shower was strangely innocent as they soaped each other's body and just exclaimed over the physical perfection each was getting. Sally was so happy when she realized how much of his cum she had consumed. After carefully drying each other off, Sarah lay down on her bed and asked Dave to apply more musk oil to her body. As he was carefully oiling her slit, the door opened and Ellie marched in. Ignoring the two lovers on the bed, she put a bottle of Polo cologne on the dresser saying, "David, Sally loves the smell of Polo. I hope you do, too." Without another word, she marched out as quickly and as unconcernedly as she had marched in. The two laughed and Dave said, "Honey, I could not believe what just happened. Sally, I loved you from the very first moment I saw you, but I never dreamed you — and your mother — had such incredible senses of humor. You are too much!" Then he looked down on her and asked, "That was all true, wasn't it? You have never been with a man before?" "Of course it is," she said softly. Then her face fell and she was almost in tears as she added, "I'm so sorry, darling. Now all you have to look forward to is blood all over the damned bed on our wedding night. Or would you rather I have it taken care of surgically?" He just slowly shook his head and said, "Honey, you said you have been kissed three times in your life." He paused and then added, "You're two up on me, then. I have been kissed once. Once! Can you believe it?" Then he grinned at her and added, "But with respect to your question, young lady, If you are taken care of surgically, I'll make you have it sewn back in! I'm looking forward to drinking a wonderful cocktail from your cunt composed of your love juices, my cum, and your virgin blood for seasoning." "I can hardly wait!" she whispered. Then she added, "Darling, you will be stretching my cunt and my asshole. You will take me in the ass, won't you? Andy just adores the feeling! Then she added, "My openings will be so stretched by your huge cock, I probably won't be able to hold anything inside anymore." Then with an adorably salacious grin she added, "And do you know what? I couldn't care less!" They were now lying side by side on the bed, and both began to howl with laughter as they realized the full extent of their inexperience. Finally, with tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks, Sarah said, "Darling, I think we're going to have trouble. Not only will no one give us a marriage license, I don't think we could even get a learner's permit." She looked at him with her eyes wide and asked, "Don't you have to take a written test or something?" He just hugged her tightly and whispered, "My darling Sarah, I utterly adore you!" They jumped off the bed, and Sarah carefully applied the Polo cologne to his body. Then she helped him dress again and insisted on tying his bow-tie herself. "Although," she said, "You looked so handsome when you arrived. You certainly do know how to do it yourself, but it's so much fun to be able to dress a man." Finally, she gave his tie one last twitch, and raised her lips for another kiss. Then they went back to the living room to rejoin the others. ------- Chapter 15 When David and Sarah returned to the living room, they found that all of the remaining guests had arrived. At the same time, Sarah noticed something else: All of the women were wearing white gowns, while the men were in strict black and white. Knowing Andy Taylor, Sally was certain it was not accidental. When they entered the room, Andy brought a handsome young couple over to meet them. "Sarah Duncan and David Wilson, I would like to introduce you to two of my most favorite people, Bobbie and Terry Williams. They have just returned from their honeymoon. Don't they both look just great?" Having just spent three weeks on Maui, the two had beautiful tropic tans. Beyond that, though, they both appeared to be joyously happy. Sarah noticed immediately that Bobbie Williams was a slightly smaller duplicate of Andy, even to her hairdo. When she commented on it, Bobbie smiled warmly and said, "Thank you so much, Sarah. That is the nicest thing anyone could possibly say to me. Andy Taylor is my idol. To say that, for me, the sun rises and sets in Andy Taylor is true, but there is so much more. This woman truly saved my life. Had it not been for her, I would probably be dead right now, having died from having my insides rotted out with sexually-transmitted diseases. "You see, when I first met her, I was a prostitute who would do anything with anyone for ever-diminishing amounts of money as the ... wear and tear, shall we say... ? began to catch up with me." "What she doesn't say, though," Andy interjected, "is that I almost killed her. I brutally beat her for days, and degraded her in every way my sick mind could conceive." Andy shook her head slowly and added, "Why she didn't kill me when she had the chance is utterly beyond me." Sally and Dave were just watching the exchange in utter amazement. Then Bobbie said, "I think you both know it, too. Andy Taylor is one of God's most perfect creations. The problem was, though, she was the only one who didn't know it." Then she smiled warmly at Sally and said, "I heard what you told her a couple of months ago. Kelly told me. It was about time someone told her off about how selfish she has always been. Look at me, for instance. Would you believe it? I literally had to tie her down to be able to kiss her and thank her for all she has done for me." Looking up at Andy with her brilliant blue eyes wide she asked softly, "Do I still?" Andy said nothing so Bobbie put her arms around Andy's neck and melted her lips to hers. Sally gasped as she could see Bobbie working her lips on Andy's and doing everything she could to communicate the intense love for her that she always felt. This time, it was Andy who was reeling when Bobbie slowly released her. Then, with a little grin, Bobbie said softly, "That didn't hurt so much, did it?" Then she added in a whisper, "I adore you, Andrea Pierce Taylor." The young people went into the living room. All of the women, including Bobbie Williams, helped with the serving. As soon as David and Sally were seated, Andy came over with a small silver tray holding two champagne flutes. Offering the wine to the couple she said with a little grin, "It's about time you both learned something: a man's cum, and a woman's love-juices wash down beautifully with champagne. We have found that Dom Pérignon is best." The two took sips and agreed it was marvelous. They found themselves sitting beside Kelly and Kevin Fitzpatrick. Kelly was almost bouncing on the sofa in suppressed excitement. When Sally raised an eyebrow, Kelly grinned and said, "Sally, earlier today, you asked me if there was something you could do for me. The answer is yes, and now I can tell you what it is: Could ... Would ... Maybe, could you get Kevin and me ... two tickets to a ... Giant's home game? Could you?" she asked with her eyes wide. "Kelly Carmichael Taylor, I am ashamed of you!" Sally exclaimed. "My God! How incredibly greedy. Not just one, but two tickets — and to a home game? Good heavens, girl, do you realize for how many years the Giants have been sold out at home? Do you have any idea how long the waiting list is? I mean ... And besides," she continued with a pout, "you didn't do so much. All you did was pound me into shape and make me into a lady in sixty days." Then she dropped the playacting, turned to Dave, and asked, "Darling, could you get a pair of good season tickets? I mean ... Honey, do you like my body?" "Are you kidding?" Wilson exclaimed. "Darling, you are feminine perfection!" "Do you like the way I speak now? Maybe you have noticed how much softer my speech is? How much more carefully I pronounce words? You haven't seen it yet, but my handwriting is beautiful and ladylike, now, too. Do you like me now, David?" "I utterly adore you, Sarah Duncan," he replied. Then he grinned and asked, "But what does this all have to do with season tickets?" "Honey, Kelly made me what I am. Honest! She did. Now could you?" David grinned and stretched. Then he said, "What a coincidence! Darling, you are an attorney, aren't you?" Sally just nodded, puzzled. "Well, you see, on the day I met you two months ago, I had fired my agent. Honey, I don't have one now. But the Giants are on my back. You see, they have offered me a $35-million contract and want a decision. I've been stalling them, telling them I need to get a new agent first. Sarah Duncan, will you be my agent? Will you represent me in contract negotiations? Will you see if you can get a couple of season tickets thrown into the contract? Will you? Huh?" Sarah leaped into his arms and again the two melted together with increasing passion. Finally they eased apart and Sally said, "I would love to be your agent, my darling. And believe me: I will get those tickets!" Turning back to Kelly she said, "Kel, two tickets for a single game are pretty tough. How about a pair of season tickets, instead? Will you settle? For your lifetimes, of course?" Instead of replying, Kelly, who was already sitting across Kevin's lap, merely wriggled her body against his torso and said softly, "Darling, are you willing to settle?" He just enthusiastically agreed. With the matter of the gift for Kelly taken care of, David was able to reach into his dinner jacket, and remove the ring from its tiny box without taking the box out of his pocket. He glanced at it — it was a magnificent solitaire diamond — then just held out his hand and dropped it into Sally's. "Here," he said in the very flattest tone of voice he could manage. Sally glanced at it but suppressed the delight she felt. Instead, she just looked at it curiously the way she might examine the toy in a box of Cracker Jack and said, as flatly as she could, "Thanks." She slid it on her third finger without another word or any other reaction. "Oh, that reminds me," Kevin said idly. He, too, reached into his jacket pocket, also produced an engagement ring, dropped it into Kelly's hand and said, equally casually, "I almost forgot." Kelly didn't even look at it. Instead, she just slipped it on her third finger and continued the conversation they had been having. Suddenly the four young people began to howl with laughter. The two girls threw their arms around their fiancés' necks and crushed their lips to theirs. Bill Johnson and Nita were attracted by the howls of laughter. When he saw the ring on Sally's finger flashing in the light he said, "Damn! I knew I forgot something." Fishing an engagement ring from his pocket, he turned to Nita and also said in a flat tone of voice, "Here." When she held out her hand, he dropped it into hers. "Thanks," she said in an equally-flat tone, and slipped it on her finger. Then she changed completely. "Are you sure, Bill? Are you really sure? I will be your mistress, if you want. But..." "Darling, I have never been as sure of anything in my whole life," he replied. "I want you to be my wife. Please say yes?" "Oh Bill, darling, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! I adore you," she replied with all of the joy she could express. Then they joined the other two young couples and the girls excitedly compared their magnificent rings. The last word was Sally's. When the girls calmed down, she turned to David and said, "This is lovely, darling. But where is the mink?" When everyone howled with laughter, she looked around as if she could not understand what they could possibly think was funny. Finally, she said, "What's going on? What's so damned funny? All mistresses get a diamond and a mink. I have the diamond. Now where's the mink?" "But, Sally," David Wilson protested, "what do you mean, where's the mink? There is no mink. That's why I'm marrying you. I'm saving money! Everyone know wives are cheaper than mistresses ... and I'm cheap." In spite of her laughter, Sally still managed to kiss him. It was the strangest kiss they ever shared as they both were laughing when their lips came together. After a cocktail hour, Andy announced dinner. When the group assembled in the dining room, it looked utterly magnificent. Except for a low arrangement of red carnations, everything was done in black and white. Rather than separating the couples as was often done at dinner parties, they were sitting together except for Ellie and Sam who were sitting to the right of Jack and Andy respectively. When everyone was seated, Andy reached out her hand to Sam on her right and David on her left and asked the others please to join hands. When they did, she bowed her head and prayed, "Dear God, we are gathered here tonight as families to ask You to bestow Your blessing on the young people gathered with us. We beg You to bless, to guide and to protect David and Sally, Bill and Anita, Kevin and Kelly, and particularly the lovely woman who I tried so hard to destroy, Barbara Cumings Williams, and her husband, Terry. "Dear God, I learned tonight that You have already blessed their marriage. I learned that already her belly is beginning to swell with a small life growing as fast as it can in her lovely womb. Dear God, Jack and I are not worthy, but our friends are. Please make Your light to shine upon them, and let them join You at the end of long and fruitful lives to be with You in Heaven for all eternity. "Finally, Oh God, please bless the tiny baby that is now growing in my womb. I know I am not worthy, but my infant is so small, so vulnerable, and so innocent: Please give him or her the chance he deserves and the protection he needs. I ask this, dear God, in the name of your Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ..." "Oh God!" Kelly prayed powerfully from her seat further down the table. "What You have just heard is a prayer from Your most faithful servant, my mother, Andrea Pierce Taylor. With my father, Jack, they have set an example and a standard we cannot come close to meeting, but in our trying, they force us to become far better people than we would otherwise ever be. "Her prayer was so typical of my mother, dear God. There was not one word about herself except to say she was an unworthy woman. But, dear God, Jack and Andy Taylor are worthy of all Your blessings! And it was so typical of my mother that we all learn that she is expecting a baby when she says a prayer to You. "Dear God, for my parents we pray: Guide them and protect them; make Your light to shine upon them. Let them continue to serve You with all of their hearts through long and fruitful lives here on earth and then let them join You and each other in Heaven, in happiness through all eternity. We ask this in the name of your son, Our Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen" Everyone around the table responded. But before anyone could move, a golden light appeared in a ring around all the heads at the table. Then it expanded to include the bodies and even the table, itself. As it grew brighter, it began to shimmer, but continued to brighten until it was brighter than the sun. Suddenly there was an incredible flash, like a silent explosion, and the gold exploded to cover the entire room. Unlike the previous times, though, the people did not lose consciousness. They just remained with their heads bowed as the golden light seemed to drip from the ceiling onto their heads. "Andy and Kelly, you asked God to make his light to shine upon us. I guess He just did," Sally said in a quiet and very reverent tone of voice. Then she turned, took David in her arms and kissed him with all of her power. Andy jumped from her chair, ran down to Jack, sat in his lap and kissed him, while all of the other couples embraced, too. When Andy eased away from Jack's kiss, she kept her arms around his neck and asked softly, "Do you mind, darling? That I am going to be a mother? A real one, this time." The look on Jack's face was the happiest and proudest she had ever seen. His face had answered her question before he opened his mouth. "My darling, I could not be happier and still live! I've said this for months: The fruit of your womb is going to be a very special little person. I really can't wait!" When she returned to her seat, and congratulations had been exchanged all around, the first course of a mixed fresh seafood cocktail was served which included cold lobster, shrimp and crabmeat, as well as raw oysters and clams. It was served with a magnificent grand cru Chablis. After it had been consumed, instead of returning to the kitchen to serve the second course, Andy sat and toyed with her wine glass. Then she looked up and said, "Oh, by the way, you three couples are being married next Saturday." When the young people spun around to look in her direction, she had to put her hand over her mouth to try to cover her broad grin. Her first thought was that she really should have had a camera at that instant — the looks on their faces were priceless. "I wasn't going to tell you, yet — I knew it would only upset you — but then I thought that Nita should tell Bergdorf's that she wouldn't be in ... And hell, you might want to get a new dress or something..." "But ... but Mom!" Kelly protested. "How can we? I mean, Kevin and I have never even talked about it. We need to find a place to live..." "You all will be living right here," Andy interrupted. Then she shook her head in feigned sadness and said, "Aren't you girls aware of anything around you? Don't you know that there are now three complete apartments here, in addition to Sam and Ellie's? Each has its own private entrance off the main elevator lobby, but, of course, each is also a part of the whole house." Andy extended her right hand and pretended to be preoccupied with her manicure. Then she spoke, almost as if she were talking to herself, but in a voice that easily carried the length of the room. "It's just the well-known Andrea Pierce selfishness manifesting itself again. "First, of course, there was a remark made a few months ago: I made it myself, I think. Kelly and Anita are the ultimate in decorating accessories: two incredibly beautiful young women who are always running around the apartment naked." Looking at Ellie, she said, "Do you realize, Ellen Duncan, what Sally has done? She has made it a perfectly-matched threesome! Did you ever notice that their voices naturally harmonize? They really do. Then there is their laughter, their giggling, their constant teasing, chasing each other all over..." Then she grew serious and addressed the table, "Really, though, it's their love. I'm not sure that Jack and I could live without it. Their love for each other is so incredibly intense ... Anyway, kids, what do you think? Could you take it? Your apartments are all ready for you." The reaction was one of consternation, but Jack and Andy finally persuaded them that they were very serious. The couples even left the table to go and explore. It was only then that Andy showed Sally and David the location of the entrance hall and the exterior door as well as the complete kitchen in the suite they had just been in. When they all returned to the dining room, David said, "Mrs. Taylor, I don't want to be crass or anything, but how much is it? I mean ... My God! That apartment, in a building like this — forget the pool and the rest of the stuff — would be at least $10,000 a month. I ... I'm not sure we can afford it." "That's a very good question, Dave," Andy replied, nodding her head. "Unlike some other people around here, I always knew you had your head screwed on straight." She looked thoughtful and then said, "Jack and I have talked about it, and we really can't afford to go more than... $1,500 a month. Of course, that includes meals, utilities ... You know — all the usual junk. We would like to do better, but we have to pay Sam and Ellie, and then there are three sets of you..." She shook her head sadly and said, "Dave, I'm afraid we can only afford to pay each couple $1,500 a month." "Something's wrong, Mrs. Taylor," David said, shaking his head. "I could have sworn you were saying that you were going to pay us $1,500 a month..." "That's right, David," Andy interjected. "We're sorry it's not more, but with three of you, and with the baby coming ... Then, of course, we have to cover the weddings ... That's why all three of you are getting married at once. This way we have to pay for only one wedding and I get more mileage out of my mother-of-the-bride's dress..." She dropped her head looking dejected, and added, "I'm truly sorry, David." The young people finally realized that, in spite of the humor and teasing, Andy and Jack were very serious. They accepted the offer in a flash, recognizing that it was a priceless opportunity. Moreover, all of the men had come to love Andy and Jack deeply, and to love being in their company. The final word on the subject was Sally's. In a stage-whisper that carried to the corners of the room she said, "David, darling, just think! You'll be sharing an apartment with the vice-chairman of the board of PHA Construction and the Senior Vice President — Marketing. Think of all the brown-nose points you can make!" Both Taylors howled with laughter. They had come to realize that Sally, in addition to being an outstanding lawyer, was also an unbelievably talented comedienne. Then Andy looked at Kelly and said, "Kelly, there is one more thing that I guess your father and I should tell you. Do you remember your original arrangement? If you were selected as New York's debutante of the year, you would receive $250,000, plus $25,000 per day for a minimum of four days service as Andrea Taylor's slave. Do you remember?" Kelly was puzzled but nodded. "And haven't we already given you the money?" Like Anita, Kelly had received $100 million on the day of her adoption. Kelly said as much to her mother, but was still puzzled. "Kel," Andy said quietly, "I am going to claim it, beginning on your wedding day. For the first four days of your marriage, you will be my slave." Then she widened her eyes and tried to look very serious as she continued, "Darling Kelly, unlike your sisters, Anita and Sarah, you are not yet twenty-one. So your father and I worry about you. Accordingly, we will join you and Kevin on your honeymoon to help with things ... Supervising your defloration, for example. A girl should be able to hold her mother's hand at an important time like that. And then, the first time you take Kevin in your ass ... Darling, as we both know, he is very large, and you are so terribly tight..." Kelly didn't know if her mother was kidding or not. She thought she was, but could not be sure. "Mistress Andy, I have said repeatedly that the height of my ambition is to donate my beating heart to you. It should go without saying, therefore, that you are welcome to anything less." With a brilliant smile she added, "I think it will be unbelievably neat!" Then with a grin, she added, "Where are you taking us, by the way? I mean ... Well, Mom, slaves don't pay their own way..." Andy grinned and told her that they would be going out to Kapalua. "After all," she said, "PHA still owns it." Again Andy went back to toying with her glass of wine. While she still seemed to be fascinated by it, she asked in a very preoccupied tone, "Nita, you love the country, don't you? I remember you telling me how the best time you ever had in your life was a summer spent with relatives on a farm upstate. Do you still like the country?" "Mom, I adore it! And Bill is a country boy, too, of course, but..." She just shook her head sadly and said, "Mom, I guess we both made terrible career choices. Bill's in advertising and I'm in fashion, so we're sort of stuck here ... Or at least, stuck in a major metropolitan area, and then it doesn't really make much difference which one it is. They are all pretty much the same ... and they sure aren't country." Seeming to drop the subject, Andy looked down the table at Bobbie and Terry Williams. "Terry, what about you? Do you like the country?" "I adore it!" he exclaimed. Then he looked down at his own wine glass and asked, "Mrs. Taylor—" "It's still Andy, Terry." she interjected. "I really don't answer to 'Mrs. Taylor' very well." With a grin he continued, "Andy, do you know how Bobbie came to be a prostitute in the first place? She utterly adores you, you know, but I think you like her a lot, too. And you couldn't possibly love a woman with no morals, could you?" "Terry—" "Could you?" he repeated. Andy just quickly shook her head. "I didn't think so." Then Terry continued, "The reason she became a prostitute, Andy, was that Bobbie was raped repeatedly when she was still in high school. She was trying to save her virginity for her husband, but it was taken by a rapist. When she was raped a second and a third time, she said to hell with it, she might as well make some money while she spread her legs. Prior to that decision, she ended up spreading her legs anyway, but was bruised and beaten first. Moreover, she concluded that her life was ruined. That no decent man could possibly marry her, so..." Terry smiled at Andy and said, "The fact is, Bobbie and I have been counting our pennies. She's making a lot of money — all thanks to you and your friends — and we've been thinking of getting a place somewhere." He grinned and added, "That's the nice thing about being an artist. Unlike poor Nita and Bill with their professions, we can find something to paint almost anywhere. But to your question: Andy, I grew up in northern Maine. I just adore the country — northern New England is my favorite spot on earth. But why do you ask?" "Terry, you were a SEAL," Andy continued without addressing his question. "Mike Morris tells me you were the greatest helicopter pilot in the whole unit. Is that true?" Terry shrugged and replied, "The best? I doubt that very much. I love to fly them, though. And I guess I'm reasonably competent." He grinned and added, "Would you believe it? I did get a commercial helicopter license, and I guess it's still valid. But why do you ask?" "That's terrific!" Andy exclaimed. "Now we're all set. Jack and I bought a little place up in Vermont." She continued and told them that the "little place" was well over 1,000 acres in northern Vermont. It included almost all of a five-mile-long lake that was fed by about ten trout streams on the property. The lake in turn drained south into a small river that emptied into Lake Champlain. "Anyway," Andy concluded, "I know Nita's ambition is to have a lake and be able to spend all of her time naked." Looking at her daughter with intense love in her eyes, Andy said, "Darling Nita, now you can." Turning back to the Williams, she said, "Terry and Bobbie, we would like to hire you as the caretakers on the place. It will mean you'll have to make your home in northern Vermont, of course. It is only about three miles from Mount Mansfield at Stowe, though. There's a great 18-hole golf course there, too. Although there's a lot of forest, there's also room for stables and a pasture for the horses ... Great fishing. Incredible hunting..." Looking at Bobbie now she said, "Barbara Cumings Williams, do you think you would be willing to do it? We can only pay you two $5,000 a month. Of course, that's on top of all expenses. There will be a jet helicopter, too, so you can get down here pretty fast if you should ever want to." With a warm smile, she added, "To give birth to your wonderful baby, for example." Barbara Williams was in a state of utter shock. Then she said softly, "Andrea Pierce Taylor, I said earlier that you were one of God's perfect people. When we sat down around this magnificent table tonight, God literally shed his grace on all of us. With the tiny infant growing inside me, there are no words for me to express the wonder, joy, and gratitude I felt for you. But now, this! You're making the dream of our lives come true. I'll be able to give birth and then we'll raise our children in the sunshine and gloriously fresh air. We will experience the cycle of the seasons in all of God's glory. "But Andy, I'm going to give birth to my child alone, in our own home. I want to experience the joy of feeling it move out of my body. I want to relish the pain, knowing that I am creating a new life in God's image and likeness. I want to wipe it off, clean it, and nurse it at my breast. Andy, there are no words..." With that she broke off into tears of joy. Terry took her in his arms and just held her tightly, knowing how happy his wife truly was. And since Bobbie was Terry's whole life and he, too, was an artist, he shared her joy at the prospect of a lifetime in the country of northern New England. While he held Bobbie close, he said, "Andy, I can't tell you what this means to both of us. First, you saved Bobbie's life. Now you've made our life together in a way we couldn't have even dreamed. There are no words for us to express our gratitude to you both." Looking at Bill Johnson who had his arm around Nita's shoulder, he said, "Bill, in a fast chopper, it will only be about an hour or so from the East Side heliport to Stowe. It will sure beat the hell out of I-91! Hell, you and Nita could even come up for the evening during the week. I don't know about you, but I can't wait!" "I can't either," Bill replied. Then looking at Andy with tears flowing from his eyes he said, "Mom, Nita is really a country girl. I can't tell you how incredibly happy you've just made her. Just look at her! She is so damned happy, she still can't even talk. "But there's one more thing. I guess I told you I was in the Army. What I never told you, though, was that I flew choppers. In fact, I was a pretty hot Apache pilot, and that's about as hot a helicopter as exists." Then he added, "Mom, I don't care what it costs, Nita and I will pay it. How much is it, by the way?" This time Jack answered. "It's our wedding present to you, Bill, and to our darling daughter, Nita. It's just a tiny token of our love for you both. And we hope you will accept it in that vein." Then he smiled warmly and added, "Incidentally, we have some architects' sketches and some blueprints in the library for you and the Williams to look at. I think you'll both like them." Then he reached out to Bobbie Williams, took her hand and said, "Darling Bobbie, this is a tiny effort on the part of Andy and me to try to make amends for the sickening things we did to you. Can you find it in your heart ever to forgive us?" Bobbie jumped out of her chair, ran to Jack, and launched herself into his lap. She took his head in both of her hands, tipped it, and then put her lips on his. Working her lips on his, she probed his mouth with her tongue. When she found his, there was a jolt of electricity as he felt the most incredible flow of the purest love. Bobbie tried her best to intensify her kiss and then held it until she felt Jack go limp beneath her. Only then did she release his face and move her lips away from his. She continued to sit on his lap and just looked closely at his eyes which were now closed. Finally, his eyes blinked several times and then opened. Focusing finally on hers, he realized the intensity of the love shining from them. "Can I interpret that to mean that you forgive me?" he asked softly. Bobbie just grinned and nodded her head rapidly up and down. The meal continued with a salad course followed by a roast filet of beef, sauce Périgord, served with a magnificent Romanée Contí burgundy. After the plates had been cleared, the people sat around the table enjoying the magnificent wine. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-11-18 Last Modified: 2012-04-15 / 03:14:14 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------