Storiesonline.net ------- Kathy Carlson by Morgan Copyright© 1993, 2012 by Morgan. All Rights Reserved ------- Description: Kathy is married to a hero, but now she learns how truly heroic he was. Part of the Ali Clifford saga, parallel in time with Allison. The later chapters -- those recently posted -- are, in effect, a book within a book with its own characters. The reasons for not making it a freestanding book are two. First, it uses many of the same characters. Second, and more importantly, it will clean up some loose ends regarding Kathy Carlson. Codes: MF rom cons het ------- ------- Chapter 1 Ken Carlson was worried. Instead of studying his law books, he was going over the family finances and he didn't like what he was seeing. He was attending law school as a veteran, and was receiving veterans education benefits. In addition he had a small scholarship, a number of student loans and was using his savings to help pay for his education. It was not working. Unfortunately, he thought, the budget can't handle two people. It's just not working! Try as he might, he couldn't make it come out. Turning in his chair, he looked at his wife, Kathy. Curled up on the sofa, she was watching one of her daytime soap operas. Ken had met his wife, the former Katherine Hughes, at the state university they both attended near their homes in northern California close to the Oregon border. When they first met, she had been a freshman while he was a just-commissioned second lieutenant. He had been assigned temporarily to the school's ROTC detachment while awaiting his orders to Ranger school. Thinking about it, he guessed theirs had been a comfortable meeting. They were both from very small towns in the nation's most populous state. Both were uncomfortable in crowds and even more uncomfortable with the slickness of urban living. Now they were married and had a small apartment in Los Angeles while Ken attended UCLA Law School. His admission to UCLA was a stroke of luck he admitted to himself. By merest coincidence, the dean of the law school was a college classmate of Ken's division commander and an Army veteran himself. When his commanding officer wrote a personal letter of recommendation, and the school leaned hard on his veteran's preference, Ken was admitted by the skin of his teeth. Of course, the other side of the coin was that his first year at law school had been an academic disaster: He had just barely managed to stay in school, holding on by his fingernails. That was probably why he and Kathy had gotten married that summer. He had been feeling so lonely and so lost in the big city and at school. While Ken was going over their finances, Kathy was sitting across the room pretending to watch soap operas. In fact, she was trying to cope with that strange sensation in her groin again. It had been occurring with increasing frequency whenever she looked at Ken. Now it happens almost every time. What's wrong with me? she wondered. It's as if ... as if ... as if I want him inside me! In my cunt! She reddened at the very thought. She never used words like that and didn't want even to think them. She used to think about asking her doctor about the strange sensation, but the subject was much too embarrassing for her even to mention. Like so many girls, she had picked up her knowledge of sex from listening to other girls talk. From them she had long ago concluded that women were depositories for men's sexual fluids — that's all. She had heard whispers about people doing other things in bed — and even having sex in places other than a bed. Although she wasn't exactly sure what the other things were, she did know that nice girls never did them. Nevertheless, as she looked at Ken, she desperately wanted to go to him and comfort him. It was apparent that he was very upset and it could only be about money. Because money was so tight, Kathy spent her days in the apartment while Ken took their old car to school. To pass her time alone she watched game shows and soap operas on television — the entertainment was free. Surreptitiously, she studied Ken and again realized how lucky she was. She had been a young freshman and he had already graduated when they first met. Perhaps it was their innate shyness that paradoxically drew them together. When Ken left to report for Ranger training, she had written to him. Her letters continued through Ranger school and then when he went overseas. She reddened again thinking how school-girlish her letters had been, but nevertheless Ken still saved them and refused to allow her to throw them out. She remembered vividly the awful fear and sense of loss she felt when she received his first letter from the hospital after he had been wounded in action. He was evacuated to an Army hospital in the Philippines, later back to Hawaii, and finally to Hanneman Army Hospital in San Francisco. Since she lived in the little town of Enterprise just below the redwood country, San Francisco was a long way away. Nevertheless, she finally persuaded her parents to let her take the car and drive down to see him. When she arrived at the hospital, she didn't know what to do. First, both the city and the medical center were enormous. Telling herself that she was in love with a hero who would have nothing to do with a coward, she had screwed up her courage and entered the hospital. After that it wasn't so bad. But then, when finally she saw Ken for the first time, she lost control. In spite of knowing what a man thinks of a woman who throws herself at him, she had no choice. Running into his arms, she just buried her face in his chest while she cried uncontrollably. He had wrapped his right arm around her and just held her as she cried. Finally regaining control, she lifted her face and he kissed her. That kiss was so wonderful she still remembered it. She could still feel the electricity and hear the bells. Flustered, she had taken out her tiny handkerchief and tried to dry her tears from his bathrobe, while at the same time trying to apologize for her behavior. Ken had just smiled at her warmly and told her she was cute. At any rate, that was the time when Kathy became convinced that Ken was the man for her. He is so brave and tall and handsome, she thought. Ken was six feet three and weighed 215. He was very muscular with very broad shoulders over a slim waist and hips. He had brown hair and warm brown eyes. Thinking of his brown hair, she frowned because her hair and eyes were brown, too. Although her hair had body and a natural wave, she thought it was terribly ordinary. Kathy was a tall girl at five feet eight and she weighed 125. Her skin was clear and unblemished but her figure was very ordinary. Her breasts, although rather large, were nicely shaped with tiny little up-thrusting pink nipples. Because they were so soft and white, though, she needed the support of a good bra. In fact, from long before she married Ken, she had been embarrassed by the size of her chest. Moreover, ever since adolescence she had also been embarrassed about her height. As a result, she had adopted a posture of slumping her shoulders forward, causing her breasts to sag, and thus minimizing their apparent size as well as her height. Ken claimed to like her breasts, although he called them tits once. She had slapped him when he did. Just thinking about Ken, she felt that strange sensation in her groin again. Actually, she was terrified of sex. Oddly, it wasn't the pain — except for the very first time, when he had taken her virginity, there had been none. Rather, she was afraid of her reactions. Can I be a ... a ... nymphomaniac? she wondered. Although she knew how married women were supposed to behave with their husbands, she had a terrible time. After nearly a year of marriage, Kathy had finally developed a process that seemed to work — at least it enabled her to survive. First, since she couldn't really trust herself, she had to minimize her number of exposures to sex. This she did by restricting it to Saturday night. At any other time, she used what was apparently the standard feminine excuse, a headache. She grinned to herself because she had managed to get a pharmacist to give her a bottle of placebos the size of aspirin tablets. Since Ken always brought her two aspirin when she complained of a headache, she had hidden the real aspirin and substituted the placebos in the aspirin bottle. The second element was to make herself as ugly as possible. This she handled by putting on face cream and putting her hair up in rollers before getting into bed on Saturday night. This was something she had been doing almost from the first time they arrived at their apartment. It seemed to control Ken's passion somewhat. Their honeymoon had consisted of the drive down to Los Angeles from Enterprise. Kathy lost her virginity at an inexpensive motel where they stopped the first night. Ever since, to further her plan she usually wore a ratty nightgown to bed and just pulled it up to her groin. That was easy, because there had never been the money to afford sexy nightgowns anyway. Finally, she had asked him to move the TV to her side of the bed. Every Saturday night, she tried to concentrate on Saturday Night Live to distract herself from the incredible sensations Ken was creating in her cunt. I'm doing it again! she thought. What's wrong with me? Nice women don't use words like that. My God, I'll be thinking of him fucking me next! Kathy was getting worried now, realizing that she could lose the man she loved if he knew she even thought words like that. What Kathy wanted more than anything else was to be a mother. Of course, with the cost of his education, coupled with his inability to earn any money while going to school, right now children were out of the question. Her other major interest was cooking. Unfortunately, quite by accident, she learned that Ken only liked plain food. When they first arrived in Los Angeles, it was late and all they could find open was a convenience store. Since all it carried were a few basics, she had bought a couple of cans to tide them over. When, in spite of its blandness, Ken raved about the food, Kathy learned a lesson and stuck to simple canned foods and an occasional TV dinner. Nevertheless, she was an extraordinarily gifted cook. She had the ability to "taste" a recipe; all she had to do was to read a recipe with its ingredients and quantities and she knew exactly what the prepared dish would taste like. Moreover, she knew exactly what taste was imparted by each seasoning, so she could vary a flavor across a wide range to create a particular taste sensation by varying the amount and types of seasonings. Julia Child was her particular favorite. She would reread her cookbooks and watch her on TV. Just listening to Julia name the ingredients, Kathy could taste the finished product and usually her mouth watered as she listened. She had her cookbooks hidden under the sofa to keep Ken from knowing. Ken looked across the room at his wife and thought about their life together. On their wedding night, he was astonished to find blood on the bed. Although they had never had sex together before their marriage, it never occurred to him that his bride could be a virgin. He knew his cock was very long and large, and was afraid the first time. Nevertheless, Kathy had helped him with his initial entry, first by positioning it at the mouth of her vagina, then by wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him into her, breaking her hymen. In spite of it being her first time, he found her vagina to be well lubricated with her free-flowing love juices. That first sensation was utterly extraordinary. She was so tight, but at the same time so fluid, it felt like his sex was imprisoned in a tight but well-lubricated glove. Although he loved having sex with her, it was obvious that it wasn't an important element in her life — at best, she tolerated it. Clearly, for Kathy, sex was for procreation, not recreation. She's probably right about that, too, he thought. And she was certainly brave. In spite of the pain it undoubtedly caused her, she accepted him between her thighs every week. Moreover, she had certainly been brought up right. Once he had suggested taking her in the ass. She had slapped him so hard it had loosened two teeth. Two things became very clear: First, she was a lot stronger than he had thought, and second, anal intercourse was absolutely out of the question. Modesty was a very important virtue, too, he had learned. Once he tried to feel her tit — Oops, he thought, I'm not even supposed to think that word! — her breast, he reminded himself. She had been standing at the sink and she had slapped his face. Another time, he reached under her skirt to squeeze her soft bun. He first encountered her girdle, then got a sharp elbow poked into the pit of his stomach. Realizing he was daydreaming, Ken knew he was just trying to delay the inevitable. Kathy would have to try to get a job. There was just no other choice. The problem was he couldn't screw up his courage enough to ask her. He certainly knew that Kathy was a traditional homemaker. Taking care of the hearth and home was her job; bringing in the money was his. And he was a failure at his. Before talking to her, he mentally ran through his options. Unfortunately, there weren't many. He could get a part-time job. The problem was that for him, at least, law school was a 20-hour-a-day proposition. If he worked part time, he would flunk out for sure. And a part-time job was the only thing he could think of. However, he knew that Kathy had worked as a legal secretary. Surreptitiously, he had checked the want ads and found a number of ads placed by firms looking for legal secretaries. Fortunately, Kathy seemed to have a skill that was in demand. It's something I have to do, he thought. My God, why does it seem so much worse than a jungle patrol? He realized that he would a heck of a lot rather charge that machine gun nest again than face Kathy and her disappointment at his financial failure. He was certain he would see it in her face. When he got up to go over to the sofa where she was sitting, he felt like he was going to his execution. Kathy looked up when Ken rose from his chair. Her heart was wrenched as she saw how miserable he looked. Why can't a woman hold a man and comfort him? she wondered. Why does it have to be so stiff upper lip? But, she realized, if she held him and kissed him, it would probably make him feel worse — like a sissy or something. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and waited for what she knew would come. "Kathy," he began. She realized he was so upset, he could scarcely talk. My God, she thought, Ken is ready to cry! My poor baby! she cried to herself. Oh God, please help him to feel better! Don't let this man destroy himself! Only with a great effort of will could Kathy remain impassive while she waited for him to speak. "Kathy," he began again, "I've got terrible news: Honey, I'm afraid you will have to look for a job." Ken had never experienced anything nearly so painful in his entire life. He looked at Kathy and realized that, while her face was superficially passive, he could see from her eyes and her body language that she knows he had let her down. "I know, dear," was all Kathy could say. Anything more would send her leaping into his arms to hold him and squeeze him and warm him between her thighs... My God! What's wrong with me? My husband is dying with pain but all I can think of is my own pleasure! "Honey," he said haltingly, "I looked at the paper and I circled a couple of jobs for a legal secretary. Do you think ... Could you ... Would you mind terribly? I'll..." Ken's words just tailed off as he realized there was nothing more he could say. He swallowed hard as Kathy just nodded, rose from the sofa and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. A knife turned in Ken's heart when moments later he heard the heavily muffled sounds of Kathy's uncontrolled weeping. Still later, she served chili and even tried to smile. Her eyes were still red in spite of the fact that Ken knew she had used cold towels and even ice to try to erase the signs of her crying. When Kathy saw Ken destroying himself, it was more than she could take. All she could do was nod as she fled to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of dishtowels and hugged them to her face. It was no use. The pain she was feeling for her poor husband was so overwhelming she wept uncontrollably. When she finally regained a semblance of control, she got out some ice, put it in a bowl and used the towels for iced compresses to try to reduce the redness in her eyes. Ken couldn't know that she had been crying! Although she thought it was insipid, she served chili that night because it was his favorite. Later, as they were finishing dinner, Ken remarked diffidently, "Kath, there's one ad that sounds pretty interesting. It's for a brand-new law firm named Clifford & Jamison. They're holding interviews all this week." Not trusting herself to speak, Kathy only nodded. That night Kathy took a blanket and wrapped it around herself while she curled up on a chair in the living room. She didn't trust herself in the same room with Ken. I'll rape him! she thought. Oh God! What's wrong with me? ------- Chapter 2 It was almost four in the afternoon when Kathy found herself high up in a new downtown skyscraper in front of the most impressive office entrance she had ever seen. It was all furniture-polished hardwood — it appeared to be cherry — with solid brass letters spelling out, Clifford & Jamison, and below, in smaller letters, Attorneys at Law. She was wearing her good suit for work, and that was unfortunate. Because it is quite cool in the redwood country, what was appropriate attire for Redding was much too hot for Los Angeles. It had been a very bad day so far. This was the fourth firm she visited, not because of a lack of interest on her part, but because of the routes public transit ran. It happened to be the last stop on the line. The first firms had been barely polite when she explained that her experience was in the largest law firm in Redding, California. In Los Angeles, she might as well be using references from the moon. Kathy was frightened by the appearance of the doorway. Clearly, this firm made the others she had seen look small time. She started to turn back toward the elevators when she reminded herself that she had married a hero. Even if she was a coward, he couldn't be allowed to know it. Squaring her shoulders she returned to the office, opened the door and walked in. Her jaw almost dropped as she looked around the reception area. Fortunately, she had prepared herself by studying the outer entrance. The reception area was even more impressive. It was entirely paneled in the same furniture-grade cherry as the outside entrance. There were chairs and a sofa, all covered in leather; brass lamps and a reception desk next to a door that presumably opened to the offices beyond. A girl was curled up on the sofa reading a magazine. Kathy was stunned by her appearance. She was wearing well-worn skin-tight Levi's and a worn-out chambray shirt with the sleeves torn off at the shoulders. A pair of moccasins were on the floor and the girl had her legs tucked up under her. When Kathy walked in, she looked up and smiled warmly. Kathy just stood there as the girl uncoiled and padded over with bare feet to greet her with her hand outstretched. "Hi! I'm Ginger Conrad. Who are you?" Kathy extended her hand and found it gripped firmly. She returned the grip and replied, "Hi. I'm Katherine Carlson." She looked around and asked, "Am I in the right place? I ... I ... I came to apply for a job." "Great! Tell me about it," Ginger replied, escorting her to an easy chair and then folding herself up again on the sofa. "I guess you're in the right place. The people stepped out, but told me to wait and asked me to tell anyone else who came to wait, too." She grinned and added, "Sounds pretty dumb, doesn't it? What job are you applying for? I was thinking about being the receptionist, but I think this place is too stuffy for me." Kathy looked at the girl in utter amazement. Ginger was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen! She was certainly well named, since she had the most magnificent head of auburn hair Kathy had ever seen along with beautiful green eyes. Beyond that, though, she even had a deep golden tan. Kathy realized she was one of the handful of redheads who could tan. But there was so much more! When she shook hands, Kathy realized the girl was at least as tall as she was, yet she moved with such grace. Suddenly it registered that Ginger was probably wearing the shirt, jeans, and maybe a bikini. She was certainly not wearing a bra, yet with her back up straight, Ginger's breasts were so high and proud. My God, Kathy realized, I can see her nipples! And they're erect, but she doesn't care. "I would like to be a secretary..." Kathy's voice dropped off and she didn't finish the sentence. "What's wrong with that, Kath? I'm pretty sure they're looking for secretaries, too." Suddenly, it was as if Kathy's world disintegrated. Perhaps it was the accumulated loneliness or perhaps the prior rejections, but she began to bawl. Ginger uncoiled and in an instant was at her side. Lifting her out of her chair, Ginger led her to the sofa, then sat down beside her. Kathy knew what was happening, but could not control herself. The next thing she knew she was crying on this beautiful girl's shoulder, while she was being held and comforted. "Don't cry, Kathy. It can't be that bad." With an effort of will, Kathy slowly regained control of herself, and realized what she had done. She pulled back from the girl, startled. As she did, it registered on her senses how nice Ginger smelled. She smelled so clean and wonderful although Kathy couldn't figure out why. She looked at Ginger's shirt and was ashamed. "Ginger, if you take off the shirt, I'll take it home and wash it for you. My God, I soaked it with my tears. I'm so sorry!" To her amazement, Ginger pulled out her shirttail, unbuttoned it, stripped it off and handed it to Kathy. "Okay with me." Then the girl looked down at her bare breasts and said, "Oops! The cops may not like it if I'm out on the street this way." She grinned and added, "Of course, it's hot as hell out there, so I don't need it for warmth or anything..." When Ginger stripped off her shirt, Kathy's jaw dropped. The golden tan was all over her body — there was no hint of a bra mark. Kathy thought her golden breasts were the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The only spots of color were her beautiful small coral-pink nipples, which were, in fact, engorged. Kathy stammered, "Ginger, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. My God, if I looked like you I don't think I would ever wear clothes." Kathy was relaxing now, so she grinned and added, "You're right about the weather, too. But as far as the cops are concerned, all you have to do is turn on your smile and they'll drop." Looking very serious now, Kathy finished by saying, "But Ginger, you should wear your shirt as a matter of public safety. Can you bear to have on your conscience the drivers who will drive into buildings, pedestrians and other cars? Lady, showing your bare breasts on the street would be a major-league traffic hazard." "They're not breasts, they're tits. But okay," Ginger replied, slipping her shirt back on. She just wore it like a vest, making no effort to pull it over her breasts, let alone button it. "But that's ... that's... ," Kathy stammered. " ... what my man calls them, so they're tits!" Ginger said with finality. "Similarly, I have a cunt, an ass or tight buns ... But you get the idea. Now why don't you tell me about yourself, Kath. You might as well practice on me while we wait for these tight-asses to get back." Kathy was completely taken aback by Ginger's breeziness. She had never met a woman as comfortable with herself as Ginger was. Furthermore, she realized that she liked the girl on sight and liked her more and more with every word she said in spite of — or perhaps, because of — the language she used. Kathy replied, "My husband is a law student at UCLA..." She went on to tell Ginger about the money situation and how she had to go to work. She told of her experience in Redding, providing secretarial support for four lawyers. Ginger, sitting beside her on the sofa, asked probing questions but never in a probing manner. Kathy found herself opening up in the girl's presence like a flower in the sun. "Tell me about your husband," Ginger said, suddenly changing the subject. "Kenneth Carlson is the best thing that ever happened to me. He's big and strong and handsome ... And he's really very smart. It's just that he's been away from the books for so long, being in the Army and then in the hospital, and all..." "Hospital?" Ginger inquired gently. "What happened?" "Well, as a captain, Ken commanded a company of Army Rangers. They got trapped and pinned down. He charged a machine gun nest and wiped it out. Of course, he was shot in the process of doing it. Then with the swamp fever on top of the bullet wound he was sort of out of it. In fact, I guess he made captain in the first place because of a deep penetration mission he commanded. On it, he took out over a dozen of the enemy with his bare hands. So anyway, he's been away from the books for so long..." She looked at Ginger and suddenly asked, "Why can't we comfort a man anymore? Yesterday, when Ken told me I would have to get a job, the poor guy was so utterly miserable I had to run to the kitchen to keep him from seeing me cry. I just wanted to hold him and comfort him ... I wanted to let him cry on my shoulder, but that would have destroyed him. Most of all, Ginger, I wanted to comfort him between my thighs..." Kathy blushed beet red as she realized what she had said. "Oh my God! Ginger! I'm so sorry ... I didn't mean..." Kathy realized that Ginger hadn't reacted at all, except that she could see tears in the corners of the girl's eyes which she immediately recognized as tears of sympathy. Ignoring Kathy's latest statements, Ginger asked, "Did Ken get any medals as a result of those actions?" Regaining control, Kathy replied, "Yes, he did. I don't know what any of it means, but he has the Distinguished Service Cross (Valor), the Silver Star and the Purple Heart. I guess the Purple Heart comes from being wounded, but I don't know what the others mean. Except I guess he's sort of a hero." Then Kathy brightened and said, "I don't care about anyone else. He's my hero!" She glanced at her watch and realized it was almost six o'clock. Just then the door opened and a big dark-haired man entered the office. With a yelp, Ginger uncoiled from the sofa and launched herself into his arms, completely ignoring the fact that her shirt was wide open. He wrapped his arms around her, and Kathy saw their lips fuse in the most passionate kiss she had ever seen. Then, to her horror, she saw the man's hand come down on Ginger's ass cheek and squeeze. All Ginger did was yelp with pleasure and grind her pelvis into his while she supported her weight with her arms around his neck. They eased out of the kiss and Ginger burrowed her head into his neck and just held him tightly. Finally, she released him from her embrace but held onto his hand. Leading him over to Kathy, she said, "Kathy Carlson, this is my love and my life, Charley Conrad. Charley, Kathy is here to apply for the job of secretary but there are no turkeys around for her to talk to. Want to wait with us for a while?" Charley Conrad was wearing a very conservatively-cut business suit with a striped tie. Kathy was amazed at the juxtaposition of this hoyden with a businessman. Then Ginger coiled herself on the sofa beside Kathy while Charley took a side chair. He looked at Ginger meaningfully and said, "Ging, I know it's very hard for you to keep your clothes on, but why don't you make a real effort? I think you're embarrassing Miss Carlson." "It's mistress, and tough shit!" Ginger replied, but she did button two of her shirt buttons. Then she told Charley about Kathy's experience and finally about Ken, law school, and his war wounds. Finally she asked, "Charley, Ken has the Distinguished Service Cross (Valor) and the Silver Star. Is that good?" Instead of answering, Charley asked, "What job does Kathy want? Secretary?" Ginger nodded, and Charley said firmly, "Hire her! She's the best around. Hon, the DSC ranks just below the Medal of Honor, and the Silver Star is just below that. Her husband is the real thing. Do it!" Turning to Kathy, who was utterly baffled by the exchange, he asked, "Mrs. Carlson, how much do you want to start?" "Would ... Could ... Would $10,000 a year be too much?" Kathy asked diffidently. "Ridiculous!" Ginger exclaimed. "You're hired at $25,000 per year, starting immediately." Turning to Charley she said, "Come on, husband. Let's blow this dump. Your wife is horny and needs you between her legs." Then she looked at Charley and pretended to grump, "Damn it, Conrad! You know very well that when you squeeze my ass, my cunt starts to run rivers. Look what you did!" she exclaimed, as she spread her legs showing the dark patch in the crotch of her jeans. "Woman, I have to warm you up somehow," Charley replied. "You know I never finished that book I was reading on a woman's erogenous zones..." "Damn it, Charley, how many times do I have to tell you!? I'm five feet eight inches of erogenous zone. Warm me up? Ha! That consists of being within 1,000 yards of me, or 2,000 if you're upwind." With that Ginger gently grabbed his crotch and squeezed. "Oh, boy! All that yummy spend waiting to flood my insides. Come on, husband. Let's get to bed and then maybe think about having dinner." Turning to Kathy, she said, "Oh, I guess I forgot, Kath. I'm Virginia Jamison Conrad, otherwise known as the junior partner in this dump. Since our senior partner is getting her ass fucked off on Maui right now, I'm in charge. Do you accept?" Kathy was so flabbergasted, she could say nothing. "Great! I'll see you here in the morning." As she made the offer, Charley was hustling her out the door. With a grin she said in parting, "My lord and master wants me where I belong. That's naked in his bed with my legs spread wide to welcome him ... Oh, the sorrow of women..." Kathy was left just sitting on the sofa with her mouth open as the door closed behind them. Kathy couldn't believe what she had just seen. That beautiful hoyden was a name partner? She couldn't believe it. And yet she just knew it was true. Good grief, she thought. I have a job — and at $25,000 a year! It was after nine when Kathy finally returned to the apartment. After leaving the building, she had taken the bus back to where she had parked the car. Then she drove back and forth on the route she would have to take to work in order to find the most convenient parking lot she could afford. She realized with dismay that she would have to allow two hours each way. Since Mrs. Conrad hadn't said anything, Kathy assumed she should be at the office at eight. She gave Ken a quick kiss when she got home and ran into the kitchen to prepare some food. Since she was starving, she knew he had to be. When he asked her about her interviews, she was noncommittal but did say she had met a wonderful girl. There was another interview at eight o'clock, she told him, so she would have to be out of the apartment by five-thirty to be safe. Ken made a few phone calls and arranged to get a ride to school. When they went to bed, Kathy stayed as far from Ken as she could, in spite of the itching in her cunt. That was a change in just twenty-four hours — now she could think the word without blushing. She thought about Ginger, but couldn't figure out what to think. As she stared up at the dark ceiling, Kathy realized that Ginger broke every rule she thought was in the book, yet ... yet ... That was it! In spite of it, she was relaxed, happy, fulfilled... Oh, God, she thought, If it had been Ginger instead of me yesterday, she would have held Ken, caressed him, whispered in his ear that she understood and taken him between her thighs ... Not for her own pleasure, but for his! Have I been a total fool? she wondered. With these thoughts roiling through her brain, it was hours later when she finally fell asleep. ------- Chapter 3 When the alarm went off at four-thirty, it seemed to Kathy that she had just fallen asleep. She groped around on the nightstand to turn it off to keep it from waking Ken. Although still more than half asleep, she stumbled out to the kitchen to make coffee, and then went into the bathroom. She had had the foresight to bring her clothes out to the living room so she wouldn't need to open drawers or turn on lights in the bedroom. After setting up his breakfast and leaving a note about reheating the coffee, she went out to the car. Since it was still close to the longest day of the year, it was past dawn and close to sunrise as she drove out of the parking area at five-fifteen. Arriving at the office building at seven-fifteen, she realized she had time to spare. On the other hand, she had borrowed five dollars from Ken — five dollars he couldn't spare — just to cover her parking. There was not even enough money for a cup of coffee, so she went up to the top office floor to wait. As she expected, the office door was locked. After standing there for a while, she decided to sit down and wait, even if it meant sitting on the bare floor. Since she had only had three hours sleep, and the previous days had been so emotionally exhausting, she fell asleep with her arms around her legs and her head resting on her knees. The next thing she knew, there was a warm hand on her face and Ginger was whispering, "You poor thing! I'm so sorry. How long have you been here, for heaven's sake?" Kathy blinked her eyes and looked up into Ginger's brilliant green ones. She smiled sleepily and replied, "I don't know. What time is it?" "It's after nine-thirty." "Then I guess I've been here for a couple of hours. I'm sorry, Mrs. Conrad. I guess I was more tired than I knew. It took longer than I thought it would to get here this morning, and I didn't sleep very well..." As Ginger gave her a hand and pulled her to her feet, she finished, "If you give me another chance, ma'am, I swear it will never happen again." Ginger just gave her a quick grin and then gave her a gold key. "It sure as hell won't. Next time, sleep on the sofa. It's really pretty comfortable. Ali bought it extra wide so you can really stretch out; you don't have to sleep huddled up in a ball. There's even a pillow and a light blanket stored in the reception room closet." Meanwhile, Ginger had unlocked the door and turned on the lights. Then as she looked at Kathy, she stretched luxuriantly. "Now we'll find out if you're worth a damn as a secretary. This is the acid test: It's the only thing that really matters to Ali or me. Mrs. Carlson, we have a brand-new coffee maker, coffee, and the rest of the junk. I will show you where it is. You will make coffee and bring back a tray with two cups, the whole damned pot, and whatever you add to yours. On a morning like this, I live with straight black." Ginger took her through the door by the reception desk and turned left. Going through another door they entered a magnificently appointed conference room. Ginger opened a panel of folding doors revealing a full kitchen set up with a commercial coffee maker sitting on the counter. Opening a cabinet, Ginger indicated a box full of the finest coffee in pre-measured packs along with filters, sugar and artificial sweetener. "Milk's in the refrigerator," she called as she stumbled out through the door they had entered. In no time Kathy had the coffee brewing. She took the opportunity to open cabinets and was amazed at what she found. It was a fully equipped gourmet kitchen in a business conference room! Kathy found coffee mugs and a tray. When the coffee was brewed, she took it, along with two mugs and some sugar, back through the door where Ginger had gone. She went past the door to the reception area and found herself at the door to a magnificent office. Ginger had her chair tipped back and her bare feet were on her polished desk top. Looking at her, Kathy realized she was wearing an outfit virtually identical to the one she had worn the day before. After setting down the tray on a credenza, she poured a cup of coffee for Ginger and went over to the desk. It was only then that she realized the woman's eyes were closed. She whispered, "Mrs. Conrad?" She almost laughed when one green eye opened and stared at her while the other eyelid remained resolutely closed. "Mrs. Conrad is Charley's mother, and she's dead. The name is Ginger, damn it!" With a graceful movement, she swung her feet off the desk and sat up. Now both eyes were open and Ginger was glowering at her. Kathy passed her the coffee cup and stood back waiting. Ginger took a sip, then waited for the coffee to cool a little. She had another sip and then drained the cup. Kathy couldn't believe she could drink such hot coffee that way. She just pushed the cup in Kathy's direction and murmured, "More, please." Kathy refilled her cup and stood waiting. Now Ginger looked at her and asked, "What's wrong, Kath? Don't you drink coffee?" "Oh, yes, ma'am. I mean no, ma'am. I mean..." "Ginger, damn it! Or Gin, or Gingy, or Charley's hot cunt ... But you get the idea. It's not Mrs. Conrad and it's not ma'am. Now do you want to try again?" "Ginger, I drink coffee, but this is your private office..." "Bullshit!" Ginger stood up, stretched again causing her magnificent breasts to strain against the shirt material, came around the desk and then curled up on a sofa similar to the one in the reception area. There was a coffee table sitting in front of the sofa. After indicating to Kathy that she should put the coffee service on the table, she patted the sofa beside her. Not knowing what to expect, Kathy sat down. As she did, Ginger made a face, slid the coffee tray down towards Kathy and put her feet on the coffee table. She still wasn't comfortable, so she spread her right leg wide and hung it over the arm of the sofa. Then she gently ran her fingers over her loins and upper thighs, moaning with pain as she did. Kathy was sitting upright on the sofa and didn't know what to do. Then Ginger just leaned back and let out a happy-sounding moan. "Ginger, what's wrong?" Kathy asked with the concern evident in her voice. "Are you hurt? Do you need anything?" Without moving or opening her eyes Ginger replied, "I'm afraid I need a new body — or at least a new cunt, abdomen and upper thighs. I'm totally destroyed." As she said it, she wiggled her bottom on the leather sofa and yelled, "Ouch!" With that she shook her head and sat up again. "I should have left well enough alone. That ass-wiggle really hurt." Then she gracefully drew her legs up under her and turned her body to face Kathy. "Kath, I really wasn't kidding last night. When Charley came in and you saw us together, what did you think?" "It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life! If your love were water, I would have been drowned out and so would the building." She grinned and added, "You know, we're so high up here, you would have made the building into a giant waterfall." "Did I look abused? Do you think we were acting for your benefit?" "Abused? You? Ginger Conrad, you are the most disgustingly beautiful creature God ever created. What I saw was you demonstrating your love for your husband, while he adored you. He couldn't keep his hands off your body." Then she smiled warmly and addressed the second part of Ginger's question, "As for me, I think you forgot I was here, but it wouldn't have mattered if all of Los Angeles were in the reception area, you would have done the same thing." "If you think it looks so good with Charley and me, what's wrong with you and Ken? From the sound of it, he's a real man — exactly like Charley. What makes you different?" Kathy was so taken aback, she didn't know what to say, so wisely she said nothing. Ginger just shook her head and said, "Kath, I want to tell you a little story. You see, only about three months ago, I was the poorest excuse for a woman on two legs. I was convinced that men only wanted to use us as depositories for their sexual fluids." She looked thoughtful for a moment and then grinned and interjected, "That was before I found out that they sometimes run out of those fluids, though. Anyway, you won't believe this, but I had dyed my hair the most horrible mouse brown, I was wearing shit-colored brown contacts — I must have spent weeks trying to find the most atrocious possible color — and I even wore padding around my waist along with a tight bra to reduce the apparent size of my tits. In a word, I was a mess. "Then, when she came to give a speech at USC Law School, I met Ali Clifford. When it was over, I screwed up my courage to go and talk to her. I forget what I said, exactly, but it was something about 'preserving my personhood' or some such bullshit. Anyway, she just looked at me carefully and then said, 'You're a natural redhead, aren't you? And your eyes are probably emerald green.' "I almost fell over. Anyway, she took me out to dinner and I confessed that I was madly in love with Charley Conrad, who, in view of the way I looked, didn't even know I was alive. All Ali did was to shake her head and tell me to get rid of the dumb contacts and the padding. The next day, she went to work. "I'm not going to bore you with the whole story. Suffice it to say that I met Ali on Wednesday, had my first date with Charley on Friday, and was engaged to marry him Monday morning. As you will know sooner or later anyway, you might as well know that, for me, the sun rises and sets in Ali Clifford. She is welcome to anything I have, ever, including my life. You see, she saved it so she owns it." Kathy saw the most loving smile on Ginger's face she had ever seen, as the girl finished, "Any happiness I will ever have, I owe to her. In just one week, she shattered the ugly brown shell I had created for myself, introduced me to the greatest happiness a woman could ever experience, and, to top it off, asked me to be her law partner. You see, I only graduated from law school in June and just passed the bar. We will be formerly admitted on Friday, so until then, we can't even be officially open for business. Anyway, that's Ali." Meanwhile, Kathy had been looking at Ginger closely. The girl noticed that she was being studied so she asked, "Something's on your mind, Kathy. What is it?" Her comment took Kathy completely off-guard and she jumped in surprise. Then, with a very shy smile, she asked, "Ginger, could you ... would you..." "The answer is yes, damn it. Now spit it out. Yes, I probably can, and if I can, I will." "Take off your shirt again," Kathy blurted out. Then she just turned bright red with embarrassment. "Oh, dear!" Ginger exclaimed, covering her mouth while her eyes widened. "But you know how modest I am ... Disrobe? But my dear..." While she was speaking, she pulled her shirt tails out, quickly unbuttoned the work shirt and stripped it off. Her speech caused Kathy to giggle because it was so well done. Then Ginger rose to her feet, stretched catlike, and then just stood up straight with her breasts proudly upthrust. Kathy just looked at her new friend and, almost against her will found herself rising from the sofa to be closer to her. "Why don't you just touch me, Kath," Ginger said softly, reading the girl's mind. Then she frowned and asked, "You're not carrying a communicable disease or anything, are you?" When she said it, Kathy realized the talent Ginger had for making some quip or wisecrack to immediately relieve the tension in what otherwise could be an embarrassing situation. Her hand reached out, drawn as if by a magnet, towards the tall girl's breast. Very tentatively she touched the flesh and found it to be as smooth as satin, yielding, yet very firm to the touch. Moving her fingers across the girl's body, she could feel Ginger's muscles just below the skin surface reacting to her touch. As she did, Ginger closed her eyes and just savored the sensation of the girl's fingertips moving like feathers across her upper body. With her eyes still closed, she said softly, "You're not as good as Charley, but a very close second. Kathy Carlson, your touch is delicious." Then she opened her eyes and looked at Kathy with amusement and asked, "Finished yet? Since you're not Charley, this really isn't taking us anywhere, you know." Jerking her hand away, Kathy just shook her head and said, "Charley's Cunt, I just wanted to see if you were really as gorgeous as I remembered from last night. I was so upset yesterday, you are one of the reasons I didn't sleep much last night. I spent most of the night just staring at the ceiling in the dark trying to think if you were really the way I remembered you." With a warm smile, she added, "You're really so much better!" "Damn it Carlson, do you have a permanent problem with names? It's Charley's Hot Cunt, damn it." Kathy dropped to her knees on the floor and let her forehead touch the carpet. With her face down she said with terror in her voice, "Oh please forgive me, Charley's Hot Cunt! I'll try to do better. Please ... No more than twenty lashes. It was only the first time." Then she raised her head, looked up at Ginger pensively and added, "But shouldn't it be Mrs. Charley's Hot Cunt? Or Charley's Hot Cunt, Esquire, because you're a lawyer, or..." Ginger exploded with laughter and then shook her head. "Why does everyone have to be a comedienne, for heaven's sake. Then she looked at Kathy and said, "You just did me a favor, though." Kathy had risen to her feet by this time and just looked at Ginger, puzzled. "A favor? What did I do?" With a warm grin Ginger replied, "I was going to ask you to take off your clothes, but I was afraid of embarrassing you. Now I'm just getting even." She raised an eyebrow and said firmly, "Take 'em off." Kathy didn't know what to do, but realized Ginger was right: There was nothing she could say. In spite of beginning to blush as red as a lobster, she took off her suit followed by her blouse and her slip. She slipped off her stockings and then wriggled out of her girdle, leaving her with just her bra and panties. Both were very serviceable, she realized. A person would see as much or more of her on a beach wearing a two-piece bathing suit. She looked up at Ginger with fear and pleading in her eyes as she touched her bra strap. The girl just shook her head slightly and said, "I'll compromise and let you keep your pants on, but that's as far as I'll go. The bra comes off." Tears started to stream down Kathy's cheeks as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She slipped it off and then stood with her shoulders hunched, holding the bra in her hand. Hers eyes were closed tight, but in spite of that, tears continued to run out of her eyes and down her cheeks. The girl's misery tore at Ginger's heart so she said, "Oh, shit! If it will make you feel better and get you to turn off the damned water works..." With that, she quickly unbuttoned her jeans, dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them, and then slipped off her bikini. Hearing the words, Kathy opened her eyes just as Ginger stood up straight, completely naked. Seeing the girl's eyes open, Ginger asked with a wry grin, "Feel better?" Her own nudity instantly forgotten, Kathy just gasped, "My God! Ginger, you are gorgeous! How do you ever get Charley out of your bed? With a body like that, a man would just spend his life exploring it." "I drain him dry," she replied nonchalantly, "so he gets up and goes to work to try to recover." Continuing to look closely at the older girl, Kathy realized that she was tanned all over and her pubic hair, while basically a darker auburn than her the hair on her head, ranged in color from blonde to red to brown. She was so embarrassed, she couldn't even speak, but she motioned towards her own pubes and stammered, "Your ... Your..." " ... Bush? Oh yeah," Ginger replied. "The color variation intrigues Charley, too." Touching her head she said, "That's the trouble with one of these dye jobs. No matter how good it is, unlike natural hair, it can't change color." She frowned, shook her head and added, "It serves me right for dying it in the first place." "But ... but, your hair is dyed that color?" Kathy gasped in disbelief. "Sure. That was the first thing Ali had to do." Bending over to show her head, she said, "Henry really did a great job with Ali's help. If you look close you'll see that the bottom inch or so is natural. The rest is dyed. I really don't think it could be any better." Intrigued, Kathy moved closer and looked. Ginger was right: her roots were almost the same color as the rest of her hair, the only difference being that individual hairs were somewhat different colors while the color of the rest of her hair was uniform. Once again, Ginger surprised Kathy. She straightened up and just shook her head hard. Instantly her hair was back in position. Kathy just shook her head and said in a very flat voice. "Ginger Conrad, I hate you." "Gee, Kathy, I like you," the girl replied with faked sorrow in her voice. "Conrad, any woman who can mess up her hair and then restore it to its perfect appearance with a shake of her head deserves to be shot!" Ginger just grinned and moved closer to Kathy to examine her. By now the girl had become accustomed to being nearly bare. While Ginger was looking at her, Kathy said, "Oh, shit," pulled off her panties and said, "I might as well be naked as the way I am." Then she stood still while Ginger walked around looking at her, after returning her grin with a wink. "Interesting. Kath, you have a gorgeous peaches and cream complexion." Looking at her quizzically she asked with a straight face, "But what happened to the peaches?" Looking again, she said, "I know! Your skin is lovely and white — just like that yucky library paste." Then she added, "Although people mess up the paste, so it usually has more color than you do." Kathy giggled at her comment as she continued, "Then your tits..." She looked at them carefully and ran her fingers lightly over them, while Kathy shivered, but tried to stand still. Then she suddenly brightened "Of course! How stupid of me not to recognize it sooner: You have two mounds of whipped cream, with tiny cherries on top." Then she felt one of Kathy's breasts and added, "Of course, I guess the whipped cream would be firmer." By now Kathy was shaking with laughter. Noticing the way Kathy's shoulders were hunched over, Ginger said, "Kath, go over and put your back against the wall. I want you to touch the backs of your shoulders to the wall and keep them there. In fact, I want your ass and your thighs hard against the wall, too. Do it!" Trying to ignore her nudity, she did as she was asked. "Now put your head back against the wall," Ginger added. "I want as much of you in contact with the wall as you can get, except for the small of your back." The girl tried to comply with the directions, while Ginger just stood with her forefinger on her chin studying her. When Kathy was in position, Kathy went close and proceeded to run her fingers lightly all over her. Her touch was so light, it felt like feathers moving on her body. When she was satisfied, Ginger said, "Okay. Now come over and stand beside me." As she said it, she opened the closet door in her office revealing a full length mirror on its back. The younger girl did as she was asked. Then Ginger said, "Okay. Now look! Which body would you rather have? Yours or mine?" Reluctantly, she looked in the mirror, then shuddered. "My God! I'm awful! And you're a goddess. Ginger, I should go off and hide. That's the dumbest question I've heard in my life! Yours, of course." Turning away from the mirror towards Kathy, Ginger said, "Do I remember correctly? Did you mention last night that you can cook?" "Yes. Why?" "Great!" Ginger responded. "I have an idea." Then she asked, "Can you make an omelette, by any chance?" Kathy said she could. Then Ginger said, "Kath, I'll make you a deal and a bet. Assuming your omelette is as good as I expect it to be, I'll remake your body." Then she looked hard into Kathy's eyes and added, "Look, this will be our secret, okay? I don't want anybody to know about it, ever. And I mean anybody! Agreed?" "Of course I agree," Kathy replied. "But what's the bet?" "Katherine Carlson, I'll bet you ten dollars of yours to five hundred of mine that within one year you will be proudly exposing your nude body in public. And I don't mean on a nude beach, either." "Do you mean in an office, or on the street, or something?" "I mean in the presence of at least twenty people, all of whom have their clothes on. Understand?" Kathy nodded. "Is it a bet, then?" "Ging, you're betting me that within twelve months from today I will appear proudly naked in a group of twenty people or more who are fully dressed. Furthermore, you are giving fifty to one odds; ten dollars of mine against five-hundred dollars of yours. Is that the bet?" "It sure is — subject to one contingency: I have to like your omelette and you have to agree to try to teach me to cook. Okay? Agreed?" "Agreed!" Kathy exclaimed putting out her hand and gripping Ginger's firmly. "This is the easiest money I will have ever made in my life. Good grief! The only thing I have to do to win is to stay alive for the next twelve months." Ginger grinned, then told Kathy that she could get dressed. For some reason Kathy did not put her girdle back on. It was really worn more as body armor than to mold her into shape, anyway. Kathy realized that while she wasn't really fat, she was very flabby. This was true not only of her breasts but also her buttocks and her thighs. Standing beside Ginger she realized how poor her posture was, too. With an effort, she put her shoulders back the way Ginger had told her and saw her tits stand up proudly. When she was dressed, she followed Ginger back to the conference room to see what food she would need to get. After being shown where the food was stored, she quickly made a list of what she needed. Then her face fell. "Where do we get this stuff? I completely forgot where we are. There aren't any supermarkets downtown." Ginger just grinned, checked the list, and then made a phone call. She said the food would be up soon, and then took the opportunity to show Kathy around the office. The first stop was Ali Clifford's corner office. When Kathy walked in, she gasped. If Ginger's office was palatial, there were no words to describe Ali's. It was floor-to-ceiling glass on two sides. Since the day was sunny and bright and Los Angeles' famous smog had temporarily disappeared, there was a clear vista out to the Pacific to the west and to the mountains on the north. The views were breathtaking. Before she could say a word, Ginger said, "Before you even think it, Charley regularly takes me on Ali's desk with the blinds open wide the way they are now. We're bare for anyone to see who cares to look in our direction. It's absolutely heavenly!" Then she grinned and added, "I told Ali that we could cut our net rental cost one hell of a lot if we just rented her office out by the hour. What do you think, Kathy?" "I think it's utterly magnificent! That's what I think," the girl replied. When Ginger next showed Kathy her desk, she took a few minutes to open drawers and see what she needed. The answer, it immediately became apparent, was nothing. It was complete with all imaginable office supplies. There was even an empty drawer for her personal things. There was no typewriter. Instead, there was a very powerful personal computer sitting where the typewriter would normally be. When she asked about it, Ginger explained that it was an IBM Pentium computer with 256 megabytes of RAM and a 30-gigabyte hard disk. "Of course, we don't expect the hard disk to get a lot of use," Ginger explained. "You see, there's a Digital minicomputer in a back room somewhere that acts as a file server for the others — whatever the hell that means." Looking at Kathy, she grinned and added, "If you should hear the sound of crying coming from a closet, just ignore it. We were warned. Apparently the mini is a very high-powered data processor with no data to process. I guess it gets hungry or something." When they were back in the conference room, Kathy concluded that this was the most palatial office she had ever seen or heard of, even including TV stage sets. While they were chatting amiably, there was a knock on the conference room door. Ginger opened it, admitting a uniformed chauffeur carrying grocery bags. "Kathy, this is Fred Clark, Ali's chauffeur. Bill said that he was at our disposal while they're on their honeymoon." Grinning at Fred she said, "After all, you can only polish a car so much before you start taking the paint off. Fred, this is Kathy Carlson, our new secretary. I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of her over the next months." "You will be Mrs. Clifford's secretary, too, ma'am?" Clark asked, shaking her hand. "Mrs. Conrad says I will, Mr. Clark, so I guess I will," she replied. "Then you're very lucky, ma'am. Mrs. Clifford is the finest human being alive. Congratulations, Mrs. Carlson. I'm sure you'll be very happy here. But it's Fred, ma'am, not Mr. Clark." "Thank you very much, Fred. I'm really looking forward to meeting Mrs. Clifford. And Fred, the name is Kathy. Please?" Fred smiled warmly and said, "Ali's going to love you, Kathy. I'm certain of it. But you had better never call her Mrs. Clifford, or you'll hear about it. With all due respect to Mrs. Conrad, ma'am, Ali beats her on looks, brains, and goodness." "You sure got that one right," Ginger agreed. Kathy looked at the two in utter amazement. No one could be more beautiful than Ginger Conrad and be human, she thought. When Fred left, Kathy quickly took inventory of the food he delivered, and then got out the materials she needed. Ginger sat and watched while Kathy continued to talk, but at the same time worked with an incredible economy of motion. While they were talking, Kathy set two lunch places at the conference table and in just a few minutes put a plate in front of Ginger. Ginger looked at the omelette, just closed her eyes and sniffed. "It's heavenly!" she announced. Then she realized that, in addition to the omelette, there were soufléed potatoes — fries puffed with air like little balloons — along with a scrumptious green salad. Moments later Kathy finished her own omelette and sat down beside her. "Lady, why in God's name are you wasting your time as a secretary?" Ginger demanded after sampling the food. "This is the finest food in Los Angeles, bar none. And I mean at any price! What does Ken think? And how does he keep from blowing up like a balloon? Or has he already?" "He doesn't like it," Kathy replied sadly. "I'm sorry it took so long to make, Ginger, but I'm not familiar with the kitchen setup and I'm really out of practice." "You're what?" Ginger exclaimed. "My God, girl, I couldn't make this in five years and you had it on the table in about five minutes." "I really used to be much faster," Kathy protested. "Honest." "But what's this 'out of practice' shit? With a husband home to feed, how can you possibly be out of practice?" Kathy explained about their arrival in Los Angeles and how they bought some canned chili. Since Ken liked it, they had been eating out of cans ever since. She even told her new friend about hiding her cookbooks under the sofa. Then Ginger grimaced and shook her head in disgust. "Katherine Carlson, for a very bright, well-educated girl, you have an uncanny ability to add one and one and come up with three — every damned time. Dummy, do you know what happened? It was the first meal you ever served to your husband. It was out of a can. Big fucking deal! He wants his bride to feel good, so he says its wonderful. What in hell did you expect him to say? It tastes like shit? But oh, no! Miss Brilliance, here, decides that's all he will eat, in spite of her being probably the finest cook in the world. My God! Poor Ken!" Now that she had started, Ginger really unloaded, using the information she had gleaned from Kathy in the few hours since they had first met. Her eyes were blazing with green fire as she continued, "When her husband is feeling knee high to a snake's belly because he has to ask her to look for a job, does she hold him close and tell him it's fine — that there's no problem? Hell, no! She flees to the kitchen, sobbing her eyes out. What's her husband feel like? Well, my bet is that if he felt ten times better than he did, he would feel like shit! "Is that the end? Oh, no! It's time for bed. She takes a blanket out to the living room because she can't stand even to be in the same room with him." Glaring at Kathy, she asked, "Has Ken filed for divorce yet? If not, why not? What, in hell, is wrong with you, woman? Women are supposed to be caring and gentle. We smooth the rough edges on men. We're the civilizing influence. They come to us for comfort. What do you provide? If that's comfort, I'll take Siberia, thank you very much. It's warmer than you are, too!" When Ginger started, Kathy looked at her in amazement. As she continued, she suffered the awful realization that what she was saying was true. By the time she finished, Kathy was crumpled up on the table crying her eyes out. Ginger just watched as the poor girl's shoulders heaved with her sobs. It was more than Ginger could take even though she knew she was right. She went to her knees, pulled Kathy to her and let her cry on her shoulder. When she exhausted her tears, there were still dry wracking sobs of anguish. Ginger murmured endearments in the wretched girl's ear, and listened to her cry out in the pain of having ruined Ken's life. Finally, she could cry no more. Slowly, she lifted her tear-stained face and asked, "Is there any hope for me, Ginger? Any hope at all? If Ken Carlson leaves me, I'll die. I'll let him go because it is my fault completely, but then I'll die." "Kathy, darling," Ginger whispered, "let me tell you something. When we were on our honeymoon and checked into the hotel, I could feel everyone watching me. I was so embarrassed for Charley, I couldn't stand it. Do you know what he said when I mentioned it to him later? He said, 'Let them eat their hearts out. Darling, I love to see you flaunt your beauty, because while everyone else is looking at you, you're looking at me. I love it because you're mine!' Kathy, in a few months that will be you. Do you want Ken to feel so proud because the beauty by his side is his wife? Do you?" "But ... But..." Kathy stammered. Then the message registered. "You mean that when men look at me, Ken won't feel jealous? If I look sexy, he'll like it? Ginger, are you sure?" She looked very serious as she stared into Kathy's eyes. "It all depends on your answers to two vital questions. Are you ready?" Kathy's eyes were wide as she nodded yes. "First question: Is Ken human?" "Of course!" Kathy exclaimed, wondering what Ginger was doing. "Second and last question: Is Ken a man?" "What are you doing!? Of course he's a man. He's so big and strong, and his cock is so massive..." Kathy blushed crimson and exclaimed, "Oh God, Ginger, I'm sorry! I'm so ashamed..." "Of what?" Ginger asked quietly. "Ashamed of the size of Ken's cock? Why, in God's name, would that cause you to feel ashamed?" "But the word ... Nice girls don't..." "Nice girls don't have men, either," Ginger interjected. "I said this before, but this is the last time I will say it: I am Charley Conrad's hot cunt. I love to have his raging cock plugging my cunt. He's so big and long, I don't know whether I'm going to split apart at my cunt first or if he's going to poke a hole in the bottom of my stomach. And I don't care. This morning my thighs and pelvis were so sore I couldn't put my thighs together — you saw that. But I don't care. "Once, I had a major problem. You see, my cunt was so sore I couldn't touch it without screaming, my asshole had been stretched by Charley's cock to three times it's normal size and hurt so much I couldn't even sit down, and I could still feel his glorious cock at the bottom of my throat — and it hurt like hell. "Do you know what my problem was? It was how to first take him that night — that is, which way could I more likely stand without screaming in agony. I was only concerned about his first entry. You see, Kathy, after the first time, my passion is running so high it drowns out any amount of pain. The only question was which way could I take him without passing out from the pain. "Do you understand what I mean? I mean that I am his whore, his concubine, his slave, his doormat, his ... his anything he could conceivably want me to be, I will be. If he wanted one of my tits for breakfast, my only question would be how he wanted them cooked — or did he prefer them tartare, chopped up raw and served with onions and capers. "Kathy, are you getting my message? You have a cunt, girl! Why, in hell, don't you use it?" Although her eyes were still red, Kathy had stopped crying and was now just looking at her friend in utter amazement. Shaking her head slowly, she said, "Ginger, you were just saying that for shock value, weren't you? You ... I mean ... You can't actually take Charley..." Being unable to say ass, she just indicated her own padded rear. "Take him in my ass? The hell I don't! Several times a week, anyway." Looking directly into Kathy's eyes she said, "I did it the first time because I thought it was something Charley might like. Do you know what? I found that I like it. In fact, I've come to love it! I feel him sliding in as if he's going to keep going and come out my mouth. Then I feel his glorious balls banging against my labia and my clit. Do you know what my only problem is?" she asked with a lascivious grin. Kathy, her eyes as wide as saucers, could only shake her head. "It's what happens next. You see, I cum with him fucking me in my ass now. The trouble is there's no plug for my cunt, so I just run rivers and flood out the bed." She grinned and added, "Charley says, bullshit, it's just that I'm not fully toilet-trained yet. But yes, Kathy, he does take me in the ass, I take him in my mouth, and he eats out my cunt with his mouth. He says it's the 'in' thing these days." Kathy, with her eyes still wide, looked puzzled. "You've heard all the talk about recycling, haven't you? Charley claims he's just recycling his cum. Isn't that just terribly environmentally-aware of him?" Kathy was now utterly shattered. Unfortunately, everything Ginger said hung together, and was completely consistent with what she had seen and heard, and was certainly consistent with her behavior with Charley the night before. Realizing what a tremendous shock to Kathy her statements had been, Ginger pulled back. She said softly, "Look, Kath, there are a couple of things I have to do this afternoon. Could you play Ginger for a couple of hours? You know: Sit in the reception area and play job applicant. Use your own judgment, of course. If they strike you as turkeys, get rid of them. If you see a good one, ask her to wait." As she prepared to leave, Kathy said in a very subdued voice, "Ginger, I ... When ... When Ken's in me or even near me, I feel this strange sensation ... I've been trying to get up the courage to ask a doctor but ... But I haven't." Ginger sat down again and took Kathy's hands in hers. Softly, she said, "Your cunt itches? It's almost on fire? Then you feel like you're melting? In moments, you are going to be washed away with a flood of cuntal fluid?" "My cunt's on fire..." She looked at Ginger and said, "That's the first time I ever said 'my cunt' out loud — ever! In my whole life. But what's wrong, Ging? What can I do? What do you do?" She smiled warmly and said, "Hon, I get Charley to put his massive cock inside me. That's the only way I know to scratch that itch. Then I cum for hours..." "You cum?" Kathy asked, astounded. "But I thought only men ... I mean, we're just supposed to lie there ... Isn't that what you do?" "You poor kid!" Ginger exclaimed. "You really don't know, do you? Honey, I cum constantly." Then she said, "Look, Hon, I really have to go, but I'll tell you only one thing that I learned from my mother: When they were married, Dad was a fighter pilot which isn't the world's safest occupation. Well, Mom resolved to make Dad the happiest pilot in the world. If he was killed, there would at least be the memories. "You know what happened? She said that the more she worked to make sex better for Dad, the better it was for her. Quickly she got to the point where she claims she needs it more than he does. Would you believe it?" Ginger asked with a warm smile. "They're still doing it after twenty-five years? Mom has a better figure than I do and looks like my older sister." She grinned and said, "Mom teases me about Charley, though. She says that I'm really starting to show the wear and tear, so she claims she looks like the younger sister." Now her grin was wide as she shook her head and said, "She might even be right, too." She looked over her shoulder at Kathy as she headed for the door and said, "That's the lesson for the day: To increase your sexual pleasure, concentrate on increasing Ken's. You will be the big winner in that game." Ginger turned to go, then turned back. "One more thing: When we're ready to go to sleep, I have my head on Charley's shoulder and his hand is cupping my tit. In the morning, if I awaken first, I squeeze his hand. If he awakens first, he squeezes my tit. In either case, within moments he's entering me and taking me to heaven. What a way to start a day!" Kathy just shook her head quickly as if to clear it after the door closed. A moment later the door opened again and Ginger stuck her head back in. Indicating her worn-out work shirt with its sleeves ripped off, she said, "Lady, you really owe me! This is my second good silk blouse you've ruined with your tears in less than twenty-four hours." Before Kathy could respond, Ginger winked and closed the door. ------- Chapter 4 As she waited for an elevator in the lobby of the tall office building, Judy Jeffries was depressed. A tall blonde with beautiful features, Judy was the daughter of Major General Stanton Pierce Jeffries and Susan Barnes Jeffries. Because of her father's high rank, her childhood and adolescent years had always been strange. Since she had been raised on military posts, her father had always far outranked the much younger — and far more junior — fathers of her classmates. This happened because her father married late in life — he was almost twenty years older than her mother. They had met when he was a lieutenant colonel in Vietnam and her mother had been a young network television correspondent. Her mother still worked as a freelance writer with her material appearing in many national publications. Having graduated from college in June, Judy was determined to get away from home. Home was now the Marine's Camp Pendleton, just north of San Diego, where her father was deputy commander of the Third Marine Division which was based there. She realized that she loved her parents deeply and they loved her, but it was just impossible to have any social life when your father is one of the most senior officers in the Corps. After repeatedly raising the issue of moving to the city — in her case, Los Angeles — her parents, although very unhappy at the idea, did something that she admitted to herself was so typical of them. Instead of either flatly forbidding it or merely acquiescing, they made a counter offer. Her parents offered to cover her expenses for thirty days of job hunting in the city. If in that time she found a job and could support herself, she could stay. Otherwise, she had agreed to come back home. Today was the thirtieth day, and all she had had were a series of bitter rejections. And, she realized, this was in spite of both her parents using personal contacts to try to get her placed. A significant part of her unhappiness came from the realization that her parents, although not at all happy about her living in the big city, had done everything in their power to help her out. Locating the company she was looking for, Clifford & Jamison, on the building directory, she was riding in the elevator to the thirty-eighth floor — the highest office floor in the structure. When she got off the elevator, there at the end of the elevator lobby was the most magnificent office entrance she had ever seen. When she saw it, her heart fell to her shoes. A firm this prestigious would have a haughty British-accented receptionist to discourage the hoi polloi. They would never consider hiring her. Being her parents' daughter, though, she went ahead anyway. Opening the door, she entered and just stopped in her tracks. If the entrance was impressive, the reception area was utterly magnificent. Her jaw dropped and she just stood gaping like a tourist from the back country. She jerked up with a start when she heard a voice greet her saying, "Hi! I'm Kathy Carlson. Who are you?" Spinning, she found a girl her own age standing there with her hand held out in greeting. Judy took it in a firm grip and replied, "Hello, Kathy. I'm Judy Jeffries and I came to apply for a job that was advertised." Her face fell as she added, "I'm sure it's filled by now, though." Then she looked at Kathy, puzzled, and said, "But why aren't you sitting behind the reception desk? I mean..." "Because I'm not the receptionist. I'm applying for a job here, too." She hurriedly added, "As a secretary, though, not a receptionist. The turkeys that run this place went out to a meeting or something and asked me to tell anyone who came in just to wait if they want to." She grinned at Judy and said, "Don't they have one hell of a nerve when you think about it? They just took me for granted." While talking, she had taken Judy by the elbow and drew her toward the sofa where she imitated Ginger by curling up with her feet beneath her. When she had greeted Judy, she was in her stocking feet — her shoes were where she had left them by the sofa. Judy took a seat on a side chair and smiled warmly at Kathy. "You look like you've really made yourself at home here." Looking conspiratorial, Kathy said, "Let's face it: I don't have a snowball's chance in hell of being hired here. That being so, I might as well enjoy the furniture." She lowered her voice and said, "This is the first leather sofa I have ever seen, let alone actually been able to sit on!" Then she looked at Judy and saw that the girl appeared very unhappy. She said softly, "Judy, you look like you just lost your last friend. Do you want to tell me about it?" For some reason Judy reacted to Kathy in exactly the same way Kathy had reacted to Ginger the previous day. Perhaps it was the constant turn-downs coupled with the expiration of her time allowance. For whatever reason, she suddenly broke down in tears. This time it was Kathy, smiling inwardly thinking of herself the previous day, who got to her feet, went to the girl, just held her tightly and let her cry. In an effort to suppress her tears, Judy ended up with hiccoughs. Kathy quickly ducked into the conference room and came back with a tray of coffee. She poured some for the girl and for herself, and then seated the girl beside her on the sofa. "How do you know your way around here so well?" the girl astutely inquired. "They seem to spend a lot of time contemplating their collective navels, so I've seen a lot of this place by now." Grimacing, she added, "I ought to charge them for my commuting, even if they won't pay me for my time." With a shrug she said, "Hell, the view's great, and at least they haven't said no yet." Drinking the coffee cured the hiccoughs. Now Judy studied Kathy closely and finally said, "Kathy ... It is Kathy, isn't it?" Kathy smiled and nodded as the girl continued, "I think you're going to make it. You have ... style. You exude competence, too." Kathy was taken aback by the girl's comment, but then changed the subject to the girl's background and experience. Judy quickly filled her in on the background and forthrightly said that she had no experience. With another grimace she added that she had just graduated college with a double major in humanities and physical education. As a phys. ed major, she had worked every summer during school as a camp counselor but then grinned and said, "Unfortunately, that's not a year-round job." Then she looked down at herself and said, "Aren't I a flabby mess, though? I'm in terrible condition for a phys. ed major, aren't I?" Kathy realized that Judy, like herself, was a bit flabby although the girl's posture was much better than her own. The more they talked, the better she liked the girl. When she glanced at her watch, she was shocked to find that it was already almost five o'clock. They had been talking for nearly three hours. Just then the door opened and Ginger came breezing in. "Hi, Kath," she said with a grin. Then with a glance at Judy asked, "Who's this?" "This is your competition, Judy Jeffries. Judy, this refugee from Woodstock is Ginger Conrad. She's also looking for a job as a receptionist." Judy rose and shook hands with Ginger who noted that the girl's grip was very firm. As she did, she looked at Ginger carefully and her face fell. Then with a bright smile — far brighter than she felt — she said to Kathy, "Thank you so much for keeping me company, and I certainly enjoyed meeting you. Kathy, I'm sure you'll get a job here. I have to go and get my car and then get on the road. As it is, it looks like I'll be in rush-hour traffic from here all the way down to Pendleton." Ginger realized what the girl was doing, so when Judy turned towards her, she looked over Judy's shoulder to where Kathy was sitting on the sofa making a thumbs-up sign. "Where are you going?" Ginger asked. "The turkeys have got to be back soon." Judy just smiled wanly and said, "Ginger, I know when I'm overmatched. No one with even one eye would hire me in preference to you. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen!" "On the other hand, she's also probably the most obscene," Kathy interjected from behind her back. "Even her husband says she's a foul-mouthed hoyden, for heaven's sake." "She's right, you know," Ginger commented. Then she cocked her head and added, "As a matter of fact, that's what he says when he's being nice because he loves me. When he's being honest, it's much worse." Then she grinned brightly at Judy and said, "Stick around, Judy. I'll probably blow this joint. With my mouth, I would survive with a group of tight-assed lawyers for about ten seconds." Then she looked at Kathy and asked, "Kath, are you sure?" "I'm sure, Ging. Besides, in spite of being almost as flabby as I am, she has a degree in phys. ed. You know: conditioning and all that good stuff?" "No shit?" Ginger exclaimed. Then she looked at Judy closely and asked, "How much do you want to start?" Then she took the girl by the arm and said, "Come on, Judy. Let's sit down." Judy resumed her seat on the sofa while Ginger kicked off her moccasins and sat cross-legged on a side chair. As she rested her weight on the chair, she breathed a sigh of relief. Kathy raised an eyebrow and Ginger said, "Come on, Kath! You know how much it hurts for me to have my thighs together. Sitting this way, they're spread almost as wide as when Charley is entering me." With a happy smile she added, "This feels so natural to me now." Judy did not have the first idea what they were talking about. Ginger nodded imperceptibly at Kathy and grinned. "Judy," Kathy began, "I apologize. You see I introduced you to Ginger Conrad. It is her name. On the other hand, her full name is Virginia Jamison Conrad. In other words, she's the Jamison of Clifford & Jamison, Attorneys at Law." By the time she had finished, Judy's jaw had dropped so Kathy added, "Honest, Judy, it is true." "But those insults ... Tight-assed lawyers?" She shook her head in utter disbelief. "Oh, shit," Ginger said tiredly, "I guess there's nothing else to do." So saying, she rose gracefully from her chair, casually kicked her moccasins towards the corner, and padded barefoot through the door to the offices and led the way to her own. Entering, she went to her law degree which was framed on the wall, then reached into her hip pocket and extracted her wallet and then her drivers license. Passing the license to Judy she asked, "Want to check it?" The girl did, and saw at a glance that the names matched. Then she just collapsed into the nearest chair in a daze, while Kathy quickly filled Ginger in on her background and the fact that Judy's thirty days in which to find a job were almost up. Ginger just nodded, grinned and passed her telephone over to Judy. "Before you call your parents, Judy, how much do you want to start? I asked before, but you didn't answer." Judy was slowly coming to the realization that everything that had been said was true. This incredibly beautiful hoyden was, in fact, a name partner of a very impressive law firm. Still partially in a daze she replied, "I don't know. How much are you offering?" "Well," Ginger replied breezily, "we were offering ten cents an hour but didn't get many takers. Ali and I decided we had to sweeten the offer, but we didn't know what to sweeten it to. Any ideas?" "I answered ads priced from $200 to $300 a week. Does that help?" she asked. "Sure does! You're hired at $400 a week." Putting out her hand, she asked, "Is it a deal?" "But ... but ... Ginger, it's way too much. I told you what the other jobs were paying, and that's what they were hiring experienced people for. Remember, I never even got in the door for a serious interview." "Great!" Ginger responded. "It's a deal, then, at $400 a week. First, since you don't have experience, you have no bad habits to unlearn. Second, Ali and I like to think we have a class act here, so we have to pay accordingly. Thanks, Judy. You've been a big help. Now why don't you call your parents and tell them you won't be coming home for a while?" Still shaking her head, Judy dialed the number. Moments later her mother answered and she told her the good news. After squealing with delight at her daughter's good fortune, Susan Jeffries asked her where she was going to be living. "Oh my God! Mom, I don't have the first clue! I metered out the money you and Dad gave me to last thirty days. It did — just! Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry! Let me see what I can do and I'll call you back. Okay?" Her mother agreed and Judy hung up the phone, crestfallen. While she was finishing her call, Ginger had left the room. She returned just as Judy was hanging up the phone and said, "I gather you need a place to stay for a while?" Judy nodded with her eyes brimming with barely held-back tears. "You will be staying in a suite at the Beverly Wilshire. I just made arrangements. On the other hand, young lady, the firm is only paying for two weeks ... Hell, I guess technically it's a little more. It's for two full weeks, beginning this Sunday. I kind of have a problem with fractions. I can only deal with units like full weeks, so it's two weeks, starting Sunday." Then she reached into her pocket and started counting out crisp new hundred-dollar bills. She counted two piles of ten and gave one set to each of the girls. To Judy she said, "Everything at the hotel is covered. This is walking-around money." To Kathy she said, "Look, lady, the primary purpose of this money is to be damned sure you have food in the house to cook for Ken. You have one hell of a lot of ground to try to recover." Then she said, "Kath, I know you have a car. You do too, don't you, Judy?" The girl said she did although it was parked in an inexpensive lot quite a distance away from the building. Ginger nodded and said, "I thought so. Look," she said firmly, "Commuting in Los Angeles can most charitably be termed a bitch — under the best of conditions. Kathy, two damned hours each way is utterly ridiculous! You each have a parking space in the garage beneath the building. They are right at the entrance, too, so it should be pretty fast getting in and out. Kath, that ought to cut at least an hour each way off your commuting time. "Second, I can't stand lard asses. Judy, we're hiring you because every LA firm needs a certified California blonde as a receptionist. You'll do. However, you're out of shape and there's no indication that Mrs. Carlson, here, has ever been in shape. Accordingly, there are paid-for health club memberships in the club here in the building. Kathy can fill you in, but we're not officially open for business until Monday. "However! You will both be here at eight-thirty tomorrow. Jeffries, it's your job to start to get this lard ass — and yourself — into shape." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out another gold office key which she gave to the girl. "I'll probably still be in the sack, but I'll leave a list of physical levels I expect you both to achieve by the end of next week at the latest! And if you think I'm tough, wait until you meet Ali! She'll be calling me an out-of-shape lard ass, and mean it! What I'm saying is, that compared to Ali, I'm grossly out of shape. Are you getting my message?" The two girls nodded, but neither believed that Ginger could possibly be serious. "Great! Now get your tails the hell out of the office. Kathy, as it is, Fred is going to fry my ass for keeping him sitting out in front of the building all this time. He's in a grey limo, and Kathy, you've met him. He'll drive you to your car and then, Judy, take you to yours. Then he'll lead the way to the hotel and help you get settled." She looked at the girls and grinned. "Any questions? No? Then get your fat asses out of my office!" Kathy giggled at Ginger's peremptory tone, but Judy was taken aback. She was almost in a daze as Kathy led her out to the elevator. Exiting the building through the front door, Kathy saw the grey limousine parked at the curb. As soon as she came out the door, Fred got out and was holding the door open for them by the time they reached it. Kathy told Fred where she was parked. Since he had been listening to the traffic report on the radio, he knew it was going to be a long ride, so over the intercom he suggested to Kathy that she make drinks for herself and their guest. Kathy introduced Judy to him and they could see him smile in the rear-view mirror as he saluted. Kathy opened the front panel and found a fully equipped miniature bar with ice in the ice bucket. Looking at Judy she asked, "Care for a martini? It seems to be what the car is best equipped to provide." Judy Jeffries was in a state of shock. From no job and no prospects, she suddenly had a job that paid double what many of the others did. Moreover, she would be working for one of the most beautiful — and certainly most thoughtful — women in the world. When Kathy asked, all she could do was nod. The girl carefully made two very dry martinis and passed one to Judy. After closing up the bar she raised her glass and said, "Judy, a toast to Clifford & Jamison: Home of the most beautiful lawyers in the world! And the nicest!" Judy shook her head to clear it, then touched her glass to Kathy's. "I'll certainly drink to that! Good grief, Kathy! Is Ginger for real?" Chuckling to herself, Kathy replied, "Judy, I can personally offer my double-your-money-back guarantee that Ginger Conrad is for real. I have no idea how good a lawyer she is, but I can tell you she is far more beautiful than you could see since she was fully dressed. You saw her golden tan? It's all over her body — there are no suit marks at all. None! Charley Conrad sleeps with an auburn-haired golden goddess every night." Then she grinned and said, "It sounds like you're going to be in the lap of luxury. I hear the Beverly Wilshire is a spectacular hotel." Judy just grinned and then grimaced. "But it's only for two weeks or so..." When they finally reached the lot where Kathy had left her car, Fred jumped out, opened the door for Kathy, then opened the limousine's trunk. It was loaded with bags and boxes marked with the insignia of the best fashion stores in the Los Angeles area. "Ginger did some shopping for you, Mrs. Carlson," Fred said. "Ali claims Ginger has superb fashion sense and color judgment, so I'm sure you'll like them." "Thank you very much, Mr. Clark," Kathy replied formally. Looking hurt, he protested, "But it's Fred, ma'am. You know that." "It's Mr. Clark unless you call me Kathy, damn it!" she exclaimed. With a sheepish smile, Fred put out his hand which Kathy took in a firm grip. With a warm smile he said, "Kathy, Ali Clifford is going to love you. Believe me when I tell you that if Ali loves you, you have it made! Bill Clifford has been married to her for only about three months and already he looks ten years younger. You see, Kathy, nothing is too much trouble for Ali to do for the people she loves — and Ali is going to love you," he repeated. Fred helped Kathy transfer Ginger's purchases. The bags and boxes scarcely fit into her small car. Squeezing herself in, she drove off in a daze. When she returned to the apartment, it took several trips to carry all the parcels in. As she opened them, she gasped at the magnificent collection of outfits that Ginger had bought for her use, noting particularly that they were all styled to still fit after she lost inches from her hips and thighs. After all the clothes were put away, she sat down in the living room to wait for Ken's return. Although she was idly turning the pages of a magazine, nothing registered. Her mind was concentrated on her prayers — prayers that she was not too late. ------- Chapter 5 Ken Carlson's first thought that day had been just to go away and never come back; he would lose himself among the street people. Then he realized that it would take Kathy seven years or more to have him declared legally dead, so he rejected that idea. Suicide was a more attractive alternative until he realized it would be far too easy on himself. He would not suffer nearly as much as he knew he should for having failed totally in his responsibilities as a husband. One more time he would have to see the look of revulsion in Kathy's eyes as he explained what it was he intended to do. First, of course, he was signing over everything that he owned to her. After making a list of all his possessions and seeing how meager the list was, he had chuckled bitterly. Nevertheless, it was all he had to give her. Then he had neatly written out the name of his new employer, Higgins Construction Company. Eighty-five percent of what he earned would be sent directly to her. He had arranged it and had also resigned from the law firm that had hired him as a summer associate. At Higgins, he would be a laborer, working with his muscles instead of his mind. Some mind! he thought bitterly. Perhaps he could become so tired as a result of physical labor he might even be able to sleep. In spite of pretending to be asleep when Kathy got up to go to work that morning, he had scarcely slept a wink in the last two days. If he lived to be one hundred, he would never forget the sound of her tortured crying when he had told her she would have to get a job. The fact that she refused to sleep in the same room with him that night had not surprised him at all; indeed, any other behavior on her part would have amazed him. He was still kicking himself for not having the good grace to sleep in the living room himself the previous night. Clearly, Kathy needed to get some rest and couldn't do it on the sofa. Her need was particularly great because she had to get up so early to go to work. At the door of the apartment he took out his key, then patted his breast pocket to be sure the list of things to go over with Kathy was still in place. Squaring his shoulders, he unlocked the door. Hearing the key turn in the lock, Kathy leaped to her feet and ran to the door. When it opened and she saw Ken's face, she wanted to die. He is dead! His eyes are dead! My God! she thought, I did it. All by myself, I did it. I destroyed one of our heros with my own selfishness and greed. I destroyed the love of my life! With that she threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him. In spite of all her tears during the day, she sobbed, "My darling! Please forgive me. Ken, I don't deserve forgiveness. I've been a horrible selfish bitch. But, darling, I promise I'll change. There's no way I'll ever be worthy of your love, but I want to become the best wife for you I'm capable of being. Darling, please! There's no reason for you to do it, my darling, but please give me another chance ... Oh, please..." She was incapable of further talk so she just tried to cover his face with kisses. When he raised his head, she stood on tiptoe and fused her lips to his. She felt his lips part, giving her the opening she needed. Her tongue darted out like a little snake to search in his mouth. Then she felt the contact of his tongue on hers. Trying to transmit the intense love for him that she felt, she could feel electricity flow between them and heard the wonderful bells. Suddenly she realized it was the sensation she had last felt when Ken was in the hospital. As she did, she realized that once again Ginger had been right. The realization hit her that on that day so long ago, she had been trying to express her love for Ken in her kiss. It was probably that which had caused him to ask her to marry him. And that was nearly two years ago, she realized with dismay. Wrapping her arms more tightly around him, she just squeezed as hard as she could as she tried to fuse her body to his. Remarkably, she could feel him hugging her back. Then she realized there was wetness on her cheek that was not her own. Opening her eyes, she looked at Ken and realized he was crying, too. When he unlocked the door, the subsequent events were the only ones for which he was totally unprepared. Scarcely had he taken the key out of the lock when Kathy was in his arms — or trying to be. She wrapped her arms around his neck and, in spite of her crying, was trying to kiss him. Reflexively, he put his arms around her body and held her. To his utter astonishment, she was kissing any part of him that her mouth could reach, while saying she was so sorry and asking his forgiveness. Sorry? Forgiveness? What could she possibly be sorry for, except for marrying me in the first place? he thought. Forgiveness? The concept did not compute. It was utterly baffling. Just then he felt her lips on his in the warmest, most loving kiss he had ever had. In surprise, his lips parted slightly and he felt her lovely tongue dart into his mouth. Without conscious volition, his tongue met hers and he felt an incredible jolt of electricity through his body — and those wonderful bells he had last heard in the hospital. In the meantime he could feel her trying to crush her body against his. It was too much. He began to weep uncontrollably. As he did, he could feel Kathy relax her grip slightly and move away. The next thing he knew, Kathy had him by the hand and was leading him to the sofa. When she backed him into it, there was nothing he could do but sit. The edge of the sofa was at the back of his legs, so he had no choice. No sooner was he on the sofa than Kathy was on his lap with her fingers moving quickly over him. In no time, his tie was off and his shirt was unbuttoned to the waist. Spreading his shirt wide, Kathy used her finger tips and her lips to caress and kiss every inch of his body that she could reach. Suddenly she stopped. His eyes which had been closed as he savored the magnificent sensations, opened. To his astonishment, he saw Kathy virtually ripping her clothes from her body leaving only her panties. Then she dove back towards him and began to kiss him again, while her hand pulled his to her breast. He didn't know what to do, so he touched her lightly. Then he heard her whisper fiercely, "Squeeze my tit, damn it! Please, darling ... It's not much, I know, but it's all I have now. Oh please, darling, squeeze it ... bite it ... Oh, God, do something with it! Please..." Ken was utterly dumbstruck — he didn't know what to do. Kathy was wriggling on his lap trying to get into a position where she could put her nipple into his mouth. He lowered his head and took the beautiful object into his mouth and lightly bit it. Instantly, he could feel it harden like a little pebble. Now Kathy had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and he heard her moan and whisper, "Darling, that feels so good! Bite it! Oh, God! Bite it off..." Very lightly he took it between his teeth and bit lightly. Instantly, he heard a gasp, then Kathy saying even louder, "Oh, yes! Oh, Ken, yes. Harder ... Bite it harder ... Bite it off..." Meanwhile she was moving her body on his like a woman possessed. Then he heard her whisper intently, "Take me, Ken, please? I'm washing away. Darling, I'm so wet and I need you so much ... Please, darling? Take your worthless wife to bed..." He made a move to get up. When she felt it, Kathy was off his lap in a flash. She took an instant to rip off her pants, then ran into the bedroom where she ripped the covers from the bed. Ken was following her in. When he looked at the bed, he saw his wife on her back with her thighs spread wide exposing her slit. He took off the last articles of his clothing and was on the bed with her. By now he had the biggest erection of his life. Although he wanted to be slow and gentle, as soon as he was on the bed Kathy grabbed his cock and pulled it towards her gaping cavern. When it made contact, he realized it was already flowing with her juices. As soon as the head of his cock contacted her opening, she wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed as hard as she could, pulling him in to his root with a single thrust. "Oh, Ken, you feel so good!" Then she glared at him and said, "Don't just kneel there. Do something! As gently as he could he started to withdraw. As he did, he could see her eyes widen with fear. Then he began his first thrust and she relaxed with a look of bliss on her face. After only a few strokes, when he pulled back, Kathy whipped her legs out wide, then put them on his shoulders and crossed her ankles behind his head. When he went in, he stopped half way. He was already deeper in her than he had ever been; her new position allowed a degree of penetration he had never achieved before. Her eyes had been closed as she savored the marvelous sensation. When he stopped, she opened them suddenly, looked hurt, and started to cry. "Please, Ken, don't torture me! Why did you stop? Why didn't you drive your huge cock into me as far as you can? I want to feel your balls bounce off my fat ass. Please don't stop..." Although he was scared, Ken did as she demanded. At the same time he was astonished at how wet she was inside — she was both very tight and very slippery at the same time. He drove into her and was rewarded with the most beautiful smile as she felt his heavy balls bang into her ass. Now she started to move in counterpoint to him. When he moved in, she drove her hips up to meet him while he felt the wet collision of his pubic hair against hers. At the same time, she began to rotate her hips, creating the most indescribably wonderful sensation he had ever felt. They were moving together in a frenzy of passion. Suddenly she screamed as her pelvis shook uncontrollably in the first orgasm of her life. Before she could recover, he had withdrawn and was kneeling beside her. Kissing her lips he cried, "Darling Kathy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you ... I never want to hurt you." Again, her response astonished him. Her eyes opened with a pop and she glared at him. "Look, mister, she demanded. "I just felt the most exquisite sensation I have ever felt in my life. But it's just a start. Now will you please get that huge piece of steel pipe back where it belongs, this instant? That's in my sloppy cunt, if you need directions. And if you're not sure what it is you're doing, you're fucking my ass off!" she cried. "Now do it!" Poor Ken was utterly baffled. He had never in his life heard Kathy use language like this and he didn't know what to do except to do what she asked. Again he was amazed at how easily he slid into her soaking wet quim and picked up the motions. As he moved in and out, he could feel her reach climax after climax, yet whenever he came close to releasing himself, she would change tempo so that he was held back. Continuing to move in and out of his beautiful wife, now she screamed in ecstasy each time he buried his cock inside her. Her pelvis was gyrating as if it had taken on a life of its own. Finally, he could hold back no longer. He buried his weapon inside her and released what seemed like gallons of accumulated cum. When she felt the warm flood, she screamed. Finally, she could no longer take the incredible stimulation and passed out. Minutes later her eyes blinked open and she found Ken kneeling over her, crying as if his heart would break. She heard him murmur over and over, "I killed her! Oh my God, I killed her. Oh God, what can I do?" With a lascivious grin that astounded him, she whispered throatily, "The hell you did! In answer to your second question, could you do it again?" Ken's tears instantly changed to tears of joy. He held her tightly and started kissing her all over her face and body. She held him as tightly and kissed any part of him within reach of her lips. "But darling," he protested, "don't you want to wash, or douche, or ... or something?" She pulled his mouth down on hers, but before their lips made contact, he was almost certain he heard her whisper wickedly, "What in hell for? You're not nearly empty, and I can hold a lot of your spend." Then he took her again. After their second bout of lovemaking, Ken was overcome by sheer exhaustion and just fell face down on the bed. He was asleep before his face even hit the pillow. Ken was awakened later by the sensation of feathers moving lightly on his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw Kathy on the bed beside him caressing his body. Seeing his eyes open, she asked softly, "Darling, are you ready to eat now? I know I'm hungry enough to eat a horse." At the mention of food, Ken's stomach growled. He grinned and nodded quickly. Only then did he realize Kathy was wearing a terry-cloth bathrobe. She grinned, threw his bathrobe at him and left the room. Putting on the robe, Ken padded out after her. Although he was headed for the kitchen, she headed him off in the living room, insisting he sit in his favorite chair. Not understanding the first thing that was going on — nor, indeed, the first thing about anything that had happened since he opened the door — he sat down. In an instant Kathy was back with a tray and served him scotch on the rocks and left a plate of beautiful canapés beside him. She winked and said, "Darling, there's just enough there to keep you from starving while I finish the dinner." He took a sip of his drink and realized it was the finest scotch he had ever tasted in his life. While savoring it, he studied the canapés and then tried one. It melted in his mouth. Suddenly he realized how ravenously hungry he was, and realized he had eaten next to nothing for two days. Now he smiled wryly as he appreciated his conundrum. On the one hand he was starving and wanted to gobble up the food; on the other hand, each hors d'oeuvre was individually spectacular and deserved to be savored in its own right. With an amused smile he compromised by savoring them quickly. By the time he emptied the plate, Kathy announced dinner in the dining room. Entering the dining area, he was again surprised. First, the table was beautifully set with two lighted candles. Second, instead of sitting opposite him, Kathy had set her place on the side of the table next to his to be closer to him. When he sat down, Kathy put a plate in front of him and just stood there beside him. Looking down, he saw the most beautiful steak he had ever seen. His mouth watered as its marvelous aroma drifted past his nostrils. "Please try it, darling, before I sit down," Kathy insisted. With a shrug, he picked up his knife and cut into it, then took a bite. It was the best piece of meat he had ever eaten in his life, and he put down his knife and fork just to savor it. As he did, Kathy reached for the plate to remove it saying, "I'm so sorry, darling! I'll have something you like in just a second. Please forgive—" "Woman, if you want to continue living, put that plate back this instant!" he demanded. She dropped it on the table and recoiled in shock. Then she looked hurt and said, "Why Kenneth Carlson, you have never spoken to me that way in your life before!" "And, wench, you have never spoken to me the way you did in bed awhile ago, either. Since I got a glimpse of a different Kathy, it's only fair for you to start to see the real me. However, if you think I will let you steal the finest steak a man ever set eyes on after getting only one bite, you have another think, woman! Now on your knees!" Not knowing what to expect, she dropped to her knees beside his chair. The next thing she knew, his arms were around her and he was crushing his lips to hers. For an instant she was shocked into immobility, but then her arms swept around his neck, and again she unleashed the passion she had always felt for her husband. Finally, he relaxed his hold and just kissed her softly. Then with a grin he said, "Now I'll give you exactly two seconds to get your food on this table so we can both eat. That's the extent of my ability to be a gentleman. Now move it!" As she turned toward the kitchen, he spanked her bottom lightly. After returning with her own plate, she sat down, daintily stuck out her tongue and said, "I know you can spank harder than that, Kenneth Carlson. Why, in hell, didn't you?" Then she asked, "Ken, please be honest: Do you really like the dinner?" In addition to a perfectly seasoned pan-grilled steak, she had served pommes soufflé, the same puffed fries she had made for Ginger earlier. "No, darling. I don't like it. I adore it! It's the finest food I have ever tasted in my life." Then Ken was astounded as Kathy's face crumpled and she just dissolved in tears. Leaping from his chair he was kneeling beside her and just held her tight. "Darling," he asked, utterly baffled. "What did I do? What did I say? Why are you crying?" Then he realized that, although she was clinging to him, she was trying to shake her head in negation. Finally, she regained control and eased away. With an effort at a wry smile she said softly, "Darling, it's not you ... It's me! I was told today in no uncertain terms that I have an uncanny ability to add one and one and come up with three, every damned time." Tears of frustration continued to flow from her eyes as she just shook her head. "Ken, I've always been a good cook. In fact, I guess I'm a very good cook. But darling, when we first came down here, the first meal I made was a can of chili that you raved about. I thought that was all you liked, so we've lived on canned food for the last year! Darling, your wife is an incredible idiot!" He just grinned and said, "Shut up, woman, and eat your dinner!" Even though her tears were still flowing, she leaped from her chair, knelt beside his chair and bent at the waist in a bow that ended with her forehead touching the floor. When she straightened, he could see her eyes dancing as she said, "Oh thank you, husband. You are so kind to your worthless wife." She hopped back into her chair and began to eat. After clearing the plates — she forbid him to get out of his chair — she brought out a magnificent salad, then served crèpes Suzette which she flamed at the table. Finally she produced coffee and an assortment of cheeses. While they were eating the cheese and sipping the coffee, Ken glared at her and said, "Woman, what is an appropriate punishment? You have been capable of producing this kind of food since we've been married, and I've been subsisting on cans! What should I do?" There were tears streaming from her eyes, but she held her head up and said, "I can't think of anything severe enough, either. A whipping would be a small start, but we don't have a whip. I will give you a divorce, my darling, immediately. That's what you should do. I am the most worthless excuse for a wife the good Lord ever created." Then she told him about her new job and her meetings with Ginger. Without sparing herself, she stressed what Ginger had said. The only thing she did not tell him was Ginger's vow to remake her. She honored her promise to the girl not to tell a living soul. Finally, she told him about her salary, her clothes, and the money Ginger had given her that paid for the dinner they had just eaten. Then she looked into his eyes and said, "My darling, do you know what happened two nights ago?" "Sure," he replied. "You found out how utterly worthless your husband is as a breadwinner — and you proved how right he was today." When he referred to himself as worthless, Kathy cringed. Then she replied, "No, darling. I saw the torment in your eyes and I couldn't stand to see it. You see, you're an authentic hero. Have I ever asked to help out? Hell, no! Did I ever do anything?" she exclaimed. "Of course not. I just sat here, glued to the boob tube, getting fat and flabby. "The other night I so desperately wanted you between my thighs. I wanted to derive comfort from you — it never occurred to me that I was capable of giving comfort to you. That's why I went into the living room. I didn't trust myself to be in the same room with you, let alone in the same bed! I was afraid I'd rape you." Again tears were streaming down her face, but she refused to lower her head. Instead, remembering what she had learned from Ginger, she put her shoulders back causing her tits to thrust out, and held her chin up, while the tears flowed in a flood. Then she said, "Darling, please give me another chance? There's no reason why you should, and dozens why you shouldn't, but, please, will you?" Again he went to her, dropped to his knees and just held her whispering, "You are my love and my life, Katherine Carlson. I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with me — for the rest of our lives." "Oh, darling!" she exclaimed with joy. "Thank you-thank you-thank you!" Ken didn't return to his seat. Rather, he remained on his knees beside her chair. With his hands just hanging at his side he said sadly, "Darling, I came home tonight to give you a divorce. I'm sure you're going to want one. You see, today I resigned from the summer associate program at that law firm. I took a job as a construction laborer — it uses my strong back instead of my weak mind." He just looked up at her, waiting for the explosion he knew would follow. Instead, she just reached inside his bathrobe and spread it wide, exposing his shoulders and chest. Tenderly, she ran her fingers over his heavy muscles and said softly, "I guess you'll need to eat a lot, then. And just think: these marvelous muscles will be even bigger and heavier." Looking him straight in the eye she said, "Darling, I think it's a wonderful idea! You've been spending too damned much time locked in that grubby library. You need to get out in the sun. Darling, I'll try to help you in any way I can. Do you get to bring your lunch? May I make it for you?" "You ... You're not mad?" he asked, incredulous. "How could I possibly be mad?" she asked. Then she added with her eyes twinkling, "Will you promise to squeeze me as hard as you can when your muscles are bigger? Maybe you can break me in half." Then she just said softly, "Darling, you said it moments ago: You are my love and my life, Kenneth Carlson. I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with me — for the rest of our lives.'" Then she looked at him with her love shining in her eyes. "Darling, will you humor me? Please?" He just looked at her with a question. She smiled the most loving smile he had ever seen, then said, "Could you amuse yourself in the living room for a few minutes? Watch TV, or read a magazine, or something? I need about twenty minutes or so, and then just get in bed. Okay?" "How can I deny such a simple request from my child bride?" Ken replied with a loving smile. He just thumbed through a magazine for a while and then went into the bedroom. In going through the clothing Ginger had purchased for her, Kathy had found an incredibly sheer cotton shorty nightgown with a note that was typically Ginger: "I found this ... this thing ... on sale for $1.25 because they couldn't find the pants for it. I thought I would splurge. P.S. You don't take it off, you tear it off. That's why it's so light in weight." When she held it up in front of herself, Kathy realized it scarcely reached her pubic hair. When she left the dining table, she rushed into the bathroom and took a bath, being careful to clean her vagina thoroughly. Emerging from the tub, she spent most of the time brushing her hair until it was shining with its natural oils. After tying it back with a red hair ribbon, she carefully reddened her lips, her nipples and her labia, then put on the shorty gown carefully so as not to mess up her hair. When she went into the bedroom, Ken saw her and made a move to turn off the light, knowing how Kathy hated for him ever to see her nude. She shook her head quickly and said, "Darling husband, I am your bride. This is the way I should have come to you when we were first married, but I was too ignorant. Can we start again? Please?" Ken looked at this beautiful woman standing just a few feet from him, posed for his inspection. He realized that the shorty gown was virtually transparent, and didn't even reach her crotch, anyway. He reached out his arms and she gave a little yelp of joy. Before coming to him, though, she grabbed the neckline of her gown and yanked hard. With a ripping sound, it parted from the neckline to the hem. After shrugging out of the tatters, she leaped into bed, and proceeded to smother him with kisses. Then she eased away and asked, "Darling, can the girl ever be on top? Does it work that way?" Shrugging, Ken replied, "I guess so. Want to try?" Instead of answering, she straddled him and placed his cock at the mouth of her sopping-wet vagina and slowly lowered herself on it. She gasped as she felt it penetrate slowly for its entire length, then she grinned, "Darling! It works." Slowly she began to move up and down, then added a rotary motion. Her intent was to replicate what had happened earlier in the evening, and she did. When the time came that Ken could hold back no longer, she realized she was in continuous orgasm, crying out unintelligibly. When she realized that he could hold her tits while she moved on him, she told him to. Still later, she bent over and put a nipple in his mouth. When he gently bit it, she was by then so sensitized she screamed and had an orgasmic seizure. When he finally exploded inside her, she screamed with joy and collapsed on top of him. Later, when she regained consciousness, she kissed him softly and said, "Darling, I didn't think it was possible to create such joy! I really didn't." Then she explained about sleeping with her head on his massive shoulder, while he cupped her tit. When they were in position with her head on his shoulder and her body molded to his, she asked, "Ken, why didn't you tell me about this before? I never knew sex could ever be this good!" "Because I didn't know it, either," he replied. "You're the only girl I've ever slept with." As they were about to drift off to sleep, she whispered with a throaty chuckle, "Darling, if they knew about us at the Clerk's Office, not only would they not have given us a marriage license, I don't think we could have qualified for a learner's permit!" ------- Chapter 6 The next morning when Kathy awakened, at first she didn't open her eyes. It took a moment but then she remembered what had happened the night before. Remarkably, she was still cradled in Ken's powerful arm and his hand was still cupping her soft breast. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to snuggle her body even closer to his, then finally opened her eyes and quickly checked the clock. It was only five-thirty, so she had some time to play before she had to go to work. Ken was still asleep so she gently squeezed his hand that was cupping her tit. This awakened him at once. When Ken felt his hand squeezed, he opened his eyes and found himself looking directly into Kathy's, and almost drowned in the love that he saw in them. With her cheek on his shoulder as his eyes opened, she smiled lovingly and seemed to burrow her head even deeper into his shoulder. Then she made a face, whispering, "You're so hard!" "I'm afraid it's going to get worse, Kath," he replied. "When I start work..." "That's great!" she interrupted with a grin. "Doctors all say its better to sleep on a firm pillow. You're so firm and warm and snugly..." Then she stretched, moved her head in his direction and kissed him softly. When he responded, she moved her lips on his and then darted her tongue into his mouth, again setting off a jolt of electricity. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then rolled on top of him, folding her arms together on his chest while her legs were spread wide. With her face above his chest, she just grinned. "What's so funny?" he inquired. "I was just thinking how lucky I am," she replied. "My husband has a chest that's so broad there's no risk of falling off." Then arching her back, she lifted her upper body off his. Changing the subject, she looked at him and asked, "Ken, what do you think of my tits?" "You have beautiful breasts, Darling," he replied. "Oh, pooh! Breasts, indeed. Why don't you just call them mammary glands, for gosh sakes! And you can't be that blind — they're atrocious." Then she frowned and said, "Ken, Ginger says my tits are like mounds of whipped cream, with cherries on top — except, she claims, the whipped cream would likely be firmer. What do you think?" Before he could think of a reply she continued, "I think they're more like soft marshmallows, don't you? With little strawberries on top?" Making a face, she concluded, "I never did like cherries." Then she just looked down at his eyes with her face impassive, waiting. Ken didn't really know what to say. He was almost certain that Kathy was teasing him, but she had never done it in all the time they had been together. But there are an awful lot of things she never did before last night, either, he thought. Since he couldn't think of anything to say, he just smiled up at her. Then his face saddened and he said, "Darling, I'm so sorry I'm such an awful failure for a husband..." "Shut up!" she interrupted fiercely. "You? A failure? Never in a million years, Kenneth Carlson." Then she shook her head sadly and said, "Darling, last night got a little ... violent ... so I guess things weren't too coherent. Let me tell you a little about me, and then I'll give you another chance to get away — your last chance, by the way." Kathy closed her eyes as she collected her thoughts, then opened them again, and looked at him steadily. "Darling, I don't think you have ever seen me naked. Do you realize that? I would fix it now, but I want to wait for a couple of minutes. Do you realize I went out of my way to look ugly on Saturday nights? I did. The reason is that everyone knows a woman is just a depository for a man's sexual fluids. That was my problem, you see: I was a lousy depository. I wanted to roll my hips and drive your cock into the very depths of my being. I wanted you to drown me on the bed in your wonderful warm cum. "That's why I insisted on the TV set, too. I desperately tried to concentrate on the show so I could try to ignore the unbelievable sensations you were creating in my cunt. Can you believe it? It's really true. I wasn't able to act the way a good wife should." She grinned and added, "I read an article in a women's magazine once that mentioned a woman who could read a book while her husband was playing between her thighs. Honest! "That's also why I claimed to have so many headaches. In fact, I even bought a bottle of placebos to substitute for the aspirin. Whenever I claimed to have a headache, instead of just batting me upside the head like you should have, you always brought me two aspirin. Darling, you were so kind ... too kind, really. You let me get away with murder." She grinned and said, "Honey, I had to substitute the placebos. All that salicylic acid would have rotted my stomach. Why did I always claim to have headaches? Because it was all I could do to screw up my willpower once a week. You see, I had to steel my nerves to take you without coming apart the way I did last night. Any more often and I would have cracked." Then she grinned and added, "From now on I'm just going to crack." Edging up higher on his chest, now her face was directly above his and their eyes were only inches apart. "Darling, I'm afraid you married a nymphomaniac. Last night, for the first time in our so-far-wasted marriage, I did what I always wanted to do. Deep down, I guess I knew it would be great, but I had no idea it could be nearly as wonderful as it was." Now she looked very serious as she continued, "I'll give you another chance, darling. I will freely give you a divorce or an annulment or anything you want. You had no idea what you were getting. Okay? Call it quits?" When she said the last words it was all she could do to control the tears in her eyes. Ken saw them, put his hand around her head and pulled it towards him. As gently as he could, he kissed her eyes and tasted the salt of her tears that she could not completely control. Then he gently put her lips on his and kissed her. At first, he could feel her resisting — trying to keep her lips firm — but that only lasted for a moment. Then she tried to fuse her lips to his and pour out all the love she felt for him. Again he felt the incredible electricity flow between them. When they broke the kiss, he said softly, "Kath, please do me a favor? Slide down so your head is on my chest? There's something I have to say, but I can't say it with you looking at me like this. Please?" She looked puzzled but did as he asked. Now her cheek was resting on his hairy chest and she found she loved the sensation. While he spoke to her, she lightly kissed his chest, and then found a nipple to kiss and then chew on. She could hear his voice close to breaking as he said, "Darling, let's face facts: I'm an abysmal failure. About the only thing I'm possibly good for is digging ditches. I've been away from the books for too long. There's so much writing to do, and I can't write and my typing is even worse. You have every right to expect a husband who will provide for you, and I'm just a complete loser..." Moving quickly, Kathy was back in her former position looking down at him. She interrupted him saying, "The hell you are! Now you listen to me, Kenneth Carlson! Let me try to tell you how I feel about you. If we were kept naked in a pit in the zoo, with our only water source being a mud wallow, I would accept it and love it if you were with me. If we could only make love in public with people lining the fence, watching, I would revel in it. If we could only make love in the mud wallow, I would relish the slime on my body if I could feel you inside me. If the only food we had were raw fish the people threw at us, I would live on raw fish and delight in it. What I'm trying to tell you is that there is nothing I wouldn't do to be at your side. Nothing!" Then she shook her head and said, "There's only one condition, but it applies to me, not to you. I would want my body to be in far better shape than it is now, so you would be proud of your consort. In fact, I would be delighted to give illustrated lectures on lovemaking with you fucking me as part of the demonstration. For it to work, though, I have to improve the appearance of my body." Then she glared at him and added, "As for the writing, I'm an English major and an excellent secretary. I'll help you with the papers, which is what I should have been doing all along. Instead, I spent all my time staring at the boob tube! You really have a sorry excuse for a wife, Kenneth Carlson!" Glaring at him she demanded, "Now answer my question, Ken. Do you want out?" "I thought I answered that with my lips, darling. Of course not," he replied. Then she looked serious and added, "Darling, I guess I should tell you what I intend to do to improve my appearance. You see, only a few of my features are even marginally acceptable. I think my cunt is pretty good. It grips your cock tightly and it's nice and wet and juicy for you. My lips are reasonably good for kissing, and my tits ... Well, their shape is okay, and I guess I like my little nipples." Now she looked fierce as she added, "The rest of me, you can forget about. I guess my skin texture is okay, but my skin color is horrid. I am larded all over with fat. My thighs are awful and my ass is even worse..." "But I love you, darling!" Ken interrupted her for a change. Then with a grin he asked, "Kath? Could I see what you look like? Really?" Then his grin broadened as he added, "In fact, lady, you were just saying that you would give illustrated lectures. Why don't you start by telling me about you?" With a quick movement, Kathy rolled off his body and onto the bed. When she landed on her side, her thighs came together smartly and she let out an involuntary scream of pain. In an instant Ken was kneeling above her with the concern showing in his face. "What happened, darling? Did you get hurt?" By this time Kathy was on her back with her legs spread wide, ruefully running her fingers lightly along her inner thighs. She just shook her head and then softly chuckled. "Darling," she said, "it serves me right! Ginger Conrad — whom you will soon meet, I hope — is the most perfectly conditioned female in the world. In fact, she's my idol. When I spoke of getting into shape, I was thinking of her. Of course, Ginger's natural beauty is so overwhelming, I'll never be in her class, but I can do a lot better than I'm doing. "Anyway, Ginger and Charley have been married for a couple of months now and make love constantly. But in spite of her conditioning and her practice, she still claims that she can't get her thighs together — it hurts too much. She says the only way she feels normal — let alone comfortable — is with her thighs spread as wide as possible to welcome Charley's weapon into her gaping cunt." She shook her head again and ruefully grinned. "Can you believe it? I laughed at her. Me! Anyway, Darling, it's just that all the muscles in my lower body hurt. In fact, I have muscles hurting where I never even knew I had muscles." With that she got up and knelt on the bed facing him. Then she frowned and said, "Kenneth, you just finished telling me that you are a slow learner. So you're going to have to pay careful attention. I will show you a feature and then you must touch it. Otherwise, I can't be sure you're paying attention, let alone learning anything." With a quick grin she asked, "Ready?" Ken grinned and said, "Uh, lady ... Why are you a girl? Why aren't you a boy like me?" As he said it he made the most ignorant-looking face he could. "That's a very good question, little boy," she replied, quickly picking up on his game. Cupping her breasts in both hands she said, "First, these are tits. Can you say tit?" "Uh ... tit?" he said, drooling as he did so. Kathy valiantly tried to smother her grin and said, "Good..." stretching out the word. "Now show me my tit, little boy." Ken got up from his reclining position and knelt on the bed facing her. Then with a very proud look on his face, he touched her navel and said, "This is a tit, Mrs. Carlson, isn't it?" "No, Kenny, it's not," she replied. In spite of her best efforts she began to giggle. Taking his hand she cupped it under her breast and said, "This is a tit, Kenny." Then with a big smile she patted him on top of his head and said, "But you were close." She took a deep breath because Ken was lightly squeezing her nipple, causing it to harden like a pebble and causing her cuntal juices to begin to flow. Then she said, "Now, Kenny, feel the tit. Does it feel good? Would you like to kiss the tit?" "Uh ... Yes, Mrs. Carlson. I sure would," he replied as he then kissed her navel. "No, Kenny, it's up here," she said, lifting his face to her breast. Ken immediately began to lick it and then gently bite her nipple. She could no longer control herself and began to writhe on the bed with pleasure. Then she said, "That's very good, Kenny. Now you asked about boys and girls." Reaching out she cradled his cock and balls with both hands. It was the first time in her life she had ever touched a man's genitals and she found she adored the feeling. By this time his cock was in a throbbing erection. Looking into his eyes she said, "Kenny, you see you have this lovely steel pipe called a cock. Beneath it are your glorious balls. Kenny, a man empties his balls into a girl's cunt. Spreading her labia she said, "This is a cunt. Your cock goes in here. See, Kenny, I don't have a cock and you don't have a cunt. That makes you a man and me a woman." With that, Kathy flopped on her back and spread her thighs as far apart as they would go and added, "Now get that marvelous cock into my dirty cunt before I flood the whole damned room with my juices. Ken, do it!" Now she was pleading and said, "Please?" Their game forgotten, he moved between her thighs. She grabbed his cock and positioned it at the mouth of her vagina and he thrust inward. As he did, Kathy rolled her hips back to give him the easiest possible entry. She bit off a scream as the muscles in her lower body sent flashes of pain through her, but all she did was to move her legs to put them over his shoulders and cross her ankles behind his neck. Although her vagina was very tight, it was soaked with her love juices which provided the lubrication needed for Ken to force himself up into her passage. Finally she could feel his balls bounce against her soft ass. Her eyes had been closed, but now she opened them. Looking into her eyes, Ken saw the most incredible love he could imagine. Kathy whispered, "Thank you, my darling. Oh God, thank you." Then with a degree of vehemence that surprised him, she exclaimed, "Ken, split me in two! Oh, Ken, please try!" As she felt his huge rod driving into her, her head started thrashing from side to side on the bed while her pelvis was moving in counterpoint to his. Now there was a wet smack each time he achieved maximum penetration. "Darling, fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder! Drive your cock through my stomach." Kathy could not believe the intensity of her feelings as her husband kept driving within her. Although she thought she had lost all control, and in spite of her increasingly frequent orgasmic seizures, she was still sensitive to Ken's condition. Whenever it seemed he was about to release, she would subtly alter her movements to hold him back longer. Then her orgasms reached the point where they were essentially continuous. In some detached part of her brain she was aware of her position. Her legs were in the air supported by Ken's shoulders, lifting her lower body off the bed. Her cunt had become a vessel for him to fill with his wonderful semen. She was aware that her screams had become a continuous wordless cry. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of incredibly violent movement, Ken could hold back no longer. She could feel his cock begin to pulsate and then let go with a flood of hot cum. By this time he had penetrated beyond her vagina and was inside her uterus itself. The incredible sensation was beyond anything she could even imagine. Finally her nervous system could take it no longer and the circuit breaker tripped out — she was unconscious. For his part, Ken could not imagine such an experience. His wife was screaming obscenities in his ear. She wanted him to pound her cunt as hard as he could. Although he had achieved maximum penetration, while he was in her he thought his cock was continuing to get even longer and bigger. Finally, when she allowed him his release, he could not believe the sensation. Then Kathy went limp in his arms as he knelt on the bed feeling his balls empty out into her. Although she had passed out, he could feel the involuntary action of her vaginal muscles continuing to kneed his cock to milk it of all its hot fluid. Kneeling on the bed, he sagged back onto his heels and tried to regain his breath. Looking down at Kathy, he realized she was covered with sweat and the whole area of the bed was now wet with it. Not knowing what to do, he pulled over some pillows and lay back on them. Then he pulled her unconscious body up to his, placed her head on his shoulder, and then pulled up the covers. A few minutes later he could feel Kathy stir in his arms. Her eyes blinked open but she didn't move; rather, she just tried to mold her body even closer to his. Finally, she turned her head and looked up at him with the most incredible love shining in her eyes. "I'm sorry, darling," she whispered. "One of these days I'll be able to take you without passing out. Was I terrible?" "Kathy," he replied softly, "if you were any better, I would be dead. I love you, wife." He moved his lips, and hers came up to meet his. Their kiss was even better than he remembered. Then Kathy glanced at the clock and yelped. It was already almost seven and she had to be out of the apartment by seven-thirty at the latest. Since law-school classes had been over for some weeks, Ken had been spending his time at law school doing some additional work in preparation for his summer associate position. But now, since he had resigned it and didn't start his construction job until Monday, he just relaxed on the pillow and was almost immediately back to sleep. Taking a shower, Kathy reveled in the water flowing over her body. She had never in her life felt the way she did now. Although her entire lower body ached, the feeling was exquisite. She grimaced, realizing she didn't have the time to soak that she wanted. Instead, she quickly shampooed her hair — it was so sweaty, she had to — but didn't even take the time to dry it. Rather, she towel dried it and tied it back in a pony tail. Returning to the bedroom, she picked up a new pair of stone-washed Levi's. When she unfolded them, a piece of paper fell to the floor. Picking it up, she saw it was a note from Ginger — already she could identify her writing. All it said was, "These pants will fit you now. If they aren't so big that they fall off within two weeks, you're fired!" Kathy grinned and slipped them on along with a work shirt. Checking her watch, she found it was ten after seven — she still had a little time. Going into the kitchen she started the bacon, then prepared omelettes. A few minutes later Ken came in with his hair tousled and his eyes bleary. In a very flat tone of voice he said, "Katherine Carlson, I hate you." "I love you," she replied sweetly. "Why do you hate me, Kenneth?" she asked innocently. "Because my day was all planned. I was going to spend it in bed, sleeping. There I was, just starting to sleep soundly and beginning to dream about a brown-haired cunt ... Then I get this smell of food wafting across my nostrils. I try to ignore it, but it gets more intense. Trying to tell myself I'm not hungry, I ignore it — but my stomach refuses to. Woman, I hate you!" he concluded vehemently. Meanwhile Kathy was folding out his omelette and put it in front of him along with strips of crisp bacon. She quickly ate her own, then kissed him and dashed for the door leaving him in a state of gastronomic bliss. ------- Precisely at eight-thirty she entered the office and found Judy waiting for her. The blonde looked beautiful and rested, while Kathy knew she must look tired. The girl just looked at her and shook her head saying, "And what were you doing last night, Mrs. Carlson? It looks like you were a very bad girl." "As a matter of fact, last night and this morning I was pretty good — for the first time in my entire life." With a warm smile she added, "I guess I could consider that to be the consummation of my marriage — over a year late." She asked Judy if she had eaten breakfast while they went into Ginger's office to look for the set of physical standards she said she would leave. They found two copies and Kathy led the way to the conference room where she made coffee. While she was doing it, Judy was going over the standards. Finally she let out a low whistle and said, "Kath, she wasn't kidding — these standards are going to be tough to achieve." Then she looked at Kathy and said, "I don't want to be insulting, but you really don't look like you're in great shape. Am I wrong?" "You couldn't be any righter," Kathy replied with a grin, bringing over two mugs of coffee. "I guess the standards mean a lot more to you than they do to me." Then her face became very serious and she said, "Judy, I don't really care what they are. I will meet them. Now I have an incentive. I must make my body into something Ken can look at without getting sick. And I will — regardless of what it takes. Shall we get with it?" After drinking their coffee quickly, they left the office. They found the health club in the basement. Because it was nine o'clock, the before-work group had already left so the club was very quiet. The girl at the desk was expecting them. She said, "Ginger told me to give you the super deluxe package." With a grin she added, "As a part of it, we furnish your exercise gear. Ginger was certain your sizes would be changing dramatically and fast, so she didn't feel like wasting money by buying outfits." Then she took them on a tour of the facility. It certainly looked impressive to Kathy, but she had no basis of comparison. Judy could make a comparison, and was even more impressed. After Judy assured the girl that she knew how the equipment worked, they went into the locker room to change. When Kathy was almost undressed, Judy asked, "Could I look at you please, Kath? Bare?" Kathy finished undressing and just stood there with her shoulders back the way Ginger had taught her. She smiled wryly and said, "It's pretty awful, isn't it?" As she stood there waiting for Judy's inspection, she realized the extent to which she had changed in just twenty-four hours; the day before she had been huddled in a ball crying her eyes out. Today, she just stood still, inviting new her friend's inspection. What's changed? she wondered. Judy walked around her looking thoughtful. Finally, with a warm smile she said, "You know something, Kath? This is going to be a lot easier than I thought. And you know something else? Lady, you are going to be a knockout!" Kathy looked at her as if she had lost her mind, and said as much. Judy just shook her head and said, "You're wrong, and I'll give you three reasons why: First, you have a beautiful bone structure. If that's not good, there's a limit to how good your body could ever look. Yours is just lovely. Second, you have beautiful skin and hair. There's not a blemish of any kind and your hair is lovely — it has body and a beautiful natural wave. That's natural equipment — it doesn't change, either. But third, and most important, Kathy, is your attitude: You will pay any price to make yourself as lovely as you can be." With a very warm smile she concluded, "And that is going to be very beautiful, indeed!" Kathy then looked over Judy in the same way and was impressed. She realized that they were the same height and had very similar builds, although Kathy had slightly larger breasts. On the other hand, Judy's carriage was naturally better than hers. When she completed her inspection she just whistled softly and said, "Jeffries, you are going to be magnificent! And it shouldn't take you more than a couple of weeks, either." The two girls went into the exercise room. Judy showed her what to do and Kathy began to work out. Repeatedly, though, Judy had to tell her to ease up and slow down. It was apparent that the girl wanted to do it all in a single day. After far more work than Judy thought the girl could stand, they left the exercise machines and went to the pool. Noting that they were there during women's hours — the pool also had hours for men, and for coed swimming — it wasn't necessary to wear bathing suits. During their tour, Kathy hadn't paid much attention to the pool except to note its location. Now, after stripping off her sweat-soaked leotard, she stood at the edge of the pool looking lost. With a wry grin she looked at Judy and said, "I knew there was something I forgot: I really can't swim. About all I can do is the doggie-paddle. Judy, can you help me?" It turned out that, among other things, Judy was not only a water safety instructor, she was a certified instructor trainer. Although she hadn't said anything to Kathy before, the extensive workout had confirmed a hunch that Judy had developed at their first meeting just watching Kathy move. She was now certain that Kathy was physically very well coordinated, even if she had never done much in the way of athletics in her life. After showing her the strokes, Kathy started to move in the pool. In spite of the ache — originally in her lower body and upper legs, but now throughout her body — she concentrated on her kick and her arm strokes while ignoring the pain from her abused muscles. Although she found it incredible, for the first time in her life she was really swimming. After watching her do a couple of laps, Judy dove into the pool in a flat racing dive. She proceeded to churn up and down the pool like a trapped porpoise. After completing a couple of additional laps, Kathy was resting at the edge of the pool and just watching her friend swim. Moving with the speed, power and grace of a porpoise, Judy just powered up and down the pool. With a shake of her head Kathy dove in again and went back to swimming in her own lane. Finally at twelve, Judy called a halt. By this time Kathy was so tired she didn't have the energy even to lift herself out of the pool. For her part, Judy was utterly amazed at the extent to which Kathy had driven herself beyond human endurance. Judy recognized the signs as Kathy's knees wobbled while she was just standing on the pool deck. Lifting Kathy's left arm, she put it over her shoulder and helped the girl to the massage room. After carefully drying her body — Kathy didn't even have the energy to do that herself — she eased her face-down onto a massage table. Almost instantly, Kathy was sound asleep. Judy just smiled and located a massage liquid she had been looking for. After pouring some across Kathy's shoulders, she proceeded to work on the girl's knotted and aching muscles. She continued down her entire body, then rolled her on her back and started in again. When she reached Kathy's upper thighs and loins, the pain awakened the girl. She blinked her eyes and asked softly, "Why don't you just take them out and work on them on the bench? Ripping my muscles out completely certainly couldn't hurt any worse than what you're doing." Then she just moaned, feeling a combination of pain and pleasure. Judy hadn't even slowed down. Finally, Judy got to her feet and said, "You're all set. How about eating?" "In a few minutes," Kathy replied. "First, it's my turn to get even. On the table, lady!" she ordered. Judy was puzzled, but did as she was told. Remarkably, Kathy proceeded to work on her in the same way that she had been worked on. In no time Judy was asleep while Kathy's surprisingly strong hands kept working on her body. By the time she was finished, Judy had awakened, so the girls took showers, got dressed and went back up to the office. Ginger was reading a magazine in her office when they walked in. Looking sheepish, Kathy said to Judy, "Would you excuse us for just a moment? Why don't you give yourself a tour of the office?" Judy took the hint and left. Kathy closed the office door, went to where Ginger was sitting and dropped to her knees. Putting her head on Ginger's thigh, she said, "Ginger, all that I have and all that I will ever have is yours — including my life! Would you like me to be your slave? I will do it happily." Then she told the girl about the events of the previous night. Concluding, she said, "Ginger, you were completely right and I was totally wrong. If I had met you just one day later, or if you had not been as forthright as you were, I would have lost Ken forever last night." By this time tears were streaming from her eyes, but she didn't lower her head. Rather, she just looked at Ginger with a degree of love approaching adoration in her eyes. Ginger lifted the girl to her feet, and stood up herself. Then she hugged Kathy tightly and kissed her warmly on the lips. She whispered, "Kath, you did it. I didn't. All you did were the things you had wanted to do all along." Turning, she gave Kathy a hard smack on her ass and said in her normal tone of voice, "That is as it may be, lady, but in the meantime, you owe me a cooking lesson! Now get with it, before I starve." Kathy stuck out her tongue and bent over slightly causing her ass to protrude. "Come on, Ginger, I know you can spank harder than that. Besides," she said thoughtfully, "I think I'm a masochist. I liked it!" With that she scuttled out the door and into the conference room. Both Ginger and Judy paid careful attention as Kathy prepared lunch for them. When the food was on the plates, Judy sampled it, closed her eyes and said, "Kathy, this is heavenly!" Then she said eagerly, "Can I get in on this deal, too? I gather you're going to teach Ginger how to cook. I said I would work out with you and help you get in shape. Believe me," she said, rolling her eyes, "that's going to be child's play compared to you trying to teach me how to cook!" Kathy immediately agreed and said that next time she would show them what to do and each of them would make one of the dishes herself. That afternoon, the girls played racquet ball. Again, Judy was amazed at Kathy's endurance and the rapidity with which she picked up the game. Following their games they went to the tanning room. Lying in the artificial sun, Kathy told Judy about Ginger's comment on her complexion: peaches and cream without the peaches. By the time they left the gym, Judy concluded they were already well ahead of the schedule that Ginger had laid out for them. ------- Chapter 7 Several weeks later, it was mid-afternoon and Judy was at her reception desk idly paging through a magazine. In fact, nothing in it was registering as she reflected on the past weeks. That morning, for example, she and Kathy continued their workouts. The changes in her friend were astounding, Judy thought. Now she had a smooth tan over her entire body. Although Judy could still beat her swimming, Kathy was getting better and better. My most successful student, Judy thought with a grin. On the courts — both racquet ball and squash — while Judy still won more matches than she lost, her friend was getting better by the day. Idly she rubbed a bruise high on her thigh where she had been hit by a squash ball that had come off Kathy's racquet and then the wall, hitting her leg like a bullet before she could react. Thinking about it she realized that Kathy's skill was in some way related to all of the work she was doing on the exercise machines. They had beaten the standards Ginger had set for two weeks at the end of one. However, Kathy just kept increasing the weight loading and was making herself stronger and stronger. When she asked about it, Kathy had just grinned and said that Ken was a ditch digger so she was just doing it for self-protection. Otherwise, she insisted, he might accidentally break her in half. When they began, Judy was easily moving more weight than Kathy could manage. Now, she admitted, she could not keep up with Kathy's weights. Grinning, she remembered the morning of the first Monday following the start of their training. Kathy brought in a neatly-wrapped package and asked Judy to join her in Ginger's office, saying something about a presentation. When Ginger opened the package, she found the blue jeans she had given Kathy just a week earlier, carefully washed and ironed. Kathy suggested that she keep them for the next victim; they had hardly been worn at all. Thinking back to their racquet matches, Judy was amused to think that they were now drawing a gallery of spectators. Trying to be as honest with herself as she could, she admitted that the two of them moved on the court like sleek cats, with the same speed, grace and agility. For that matter, in the swimming pool it had now become routine for Kathy and her to start their laps with a number of other women in the pool but end with everyone else standing on the edge of the pool just watching as they churned back and forth. Her reverie brought her to that very morning. Kathy had come in and just stood in front of her desk. Looking up, Judy reflected on the incredible changes in the woman in such a short time. Where formerly her posture was terrible, now she carried herself up straight, with her shoulders back and her tits proudly upthrust. That's it! Judy realized. "Kath! You're not wearing your bra!" she had exclaimed. Her friend had just grinned and nodded her head vigorously. "Today is the noble experiment, Judy. Now we find out if my pectoral muscles will support the weight." With a grin she added, "So far, so good!" Finally, Judy reflected on the overall relationship she had developed with Kathy Carlson. The two girls had become, in just a few weeks, as close as sisters. And, she reflected with amusement, we compete just as fiercely, too. Her thoughts turned to the office. So far, while they were still awaiting the appearance of Mrs. Clifford, there were five of them. The fourth girl was Joan Frederick, the computer specialist. When the three girls went to the health club for the first time and Joan had stripped, they were surprised to see that she had an all-over tan. Joan was a small girl — about five feet four — with a beautiful body and tits proportionately larger than the other girls', although they were also very firm and neither required — nor received — any support from a bra. The girl had told them frankly that she worked as a topless waitress to help pay for her education. It paid better and the tips were better than working fully dressed. When she realized that neither of the girls were shocked — or at least didn't show it if they were — she relaxed. It turned out that Joan was a delightful girl with a wonderful self-deprecating sense of humor. She referred to herself as the computer nerd. Then she frowned as she reflected on the one sour note in the office: the fifth girl, a lawyer, Sandra Harris. She had joined the firm just a couple of weeks earlier and had nearly caused a mutiny. The easiest way to think of Sandra was that she was the total opposite of Ginger — and fortunately for the staff, Ginger was senior. Apparently problems started when Sandra saw Charley in Ginger's office squeezing her ass. Although Judy hadn't been present, she had seen it often enough herself to know what happened: Ginger's knees had turned to water and she had thrown her arms around Charley's neck to keep from falling. Then she had melted her body to his and just rubbed against him, making warm mewing noises deep in her body as she did. As soon as Charley had left to return to his office — the law firm where Sandra had formerly worked — she had let Ginger have it. Making no effort to keep her voice down, the whole office heard her berate Ginger for having no sense of her own personhood — Judy wasn't sure what that was, exactly — and was a disgrace to women everywhere. By the time she finally wound down, the girls, attracted by her tirade, were standing outside Ginger's office. Ginger, in the meantime, had seated herself in her chair, leaned back, and had her bare feet on her desk-top. It was all Judy could do to keep from laughing when she saw the utterly bored look on Ginger's face. When Sandra had no more to say, Ginger told her in no uncertain terms that she lived to be in Charley's arms. Then she said, "Sandy, it's a good thing Charley didn't want to take me just then, because if he had, instead of seeing him squeeze my buns, you would have seen him fucking my ass off right here on my desk top. That would have really blown your mind!" Then, with her eyes blazing green fire — her appearance of boredom was now forgotten — she said, "As far as that personhood bullshit is concerned, you can take it and shove it! I tried it once, and it isn't worth a shit." Although Sandra's back was towards them, the girls could see her ears turn a flaming red. Then she turned and stormed out with her face as bright red as her ears. Sandra also seemed to delight in giving Kathy, Joan and herself a hard time. She acted as if they were slaves without a brain among them. She insisted that she be called Ms. Harris, claiming that she did not believe in being familiar with the hired help. Her announcement was made in the conference room and the girls started to giggle, causing her to blow her stack. What she couldn't know was that Ginger, sitting behind her sight line, was making funny faces and sticking out her tongue while Sandra was demanding the respect she felt she deserved. On that occasion, when she finally ran down, Ginger just announced flatly that she was far easier to replace than the staff was. Furthermore, one more nasty word directed by Sandra at a staff member meant she was history. The message was received loud and clear. From that moment to this, there had been an uneasy truce while everyone waited for Mrs. Clifford to make her appearance. While she was woolgathering, the door opened slowly and a very beautiful young woman walked in. She looked around the reception room and was obviously awed by what she saw. Diffidently, she approached the reception desk where Judy stood to greet her. It was obvious that this girl was very troubled about something. "Good afternoon, Miss. Welcome to Clifford & Jamison. How may we help you?" Judy asked. The girl stuck out her hand and Judy took it in a very firm grip. The girl asked tremulously, "Is either Mr. Clifford or Mr. Jamison in? I don't have an appointment..." Then she looked straight at Judy who could see tears at the corners of her brilliant blue eyes and finished, "But I sure need a lawyer." Judy liked the girl on sight. While she had been speaking, Judy had been looking at her carefully. She appeared to be about twenty years old — twenty-five at the outside. In addition to her startling blue eyes, she had the most glorious golden tan that Judy had ever seen, along with the most beautiful golden-blonde hair. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. All the girl was wearing was a pair of well-worn skin-tight Levi's and a dungaree shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Although the day was very hot, Judy thought, the girl at least appeared cool. Judy came around from behind her desk and escorted her to an easy chair. Standing next to her Judy realized that she was quite tall — about as tall as she was. After seating her, she asked if she could get her a cup of coffee or a cold drink while she waited. The girl was now clutching her hands together and politely declined. Then she finally responded to the girl's expressed desire to see a partner. "Miss, I'm sorry, but Mrs. Clifford is out of the office this afternoon, but Miss Jamison is in. Would you like me to ask her to see you?" The girl's eyes seemed to light up with hope and she replied, "Oh, yes! Please do." As kindly as she could, Judy asked, "Who shall I say wishes to see her?" "Oh, I'm terribly sorry! My name is Allison. I should have mentioned it before." Looking somewhat more relaxed now, she added, "That was thoughtless of me. I guess I'm even more upset than I thought." Returning to her desk, Judy buzzed Ginger and told her that there was a Miss Allison in the reception area to see her, adding that she did not have an appointment. Then she dropped her voice, masked her mouth with her hand, and added, "Ginger, she really needs help!" Ginger said she would be out at once. Ginger came out to the reception area wearing a very smart summer dress that was very appropriate for business wear. Judy muffled a grin, realizing that the odds normally ran at least five to one that Ginger would be wearing the same things that Miss Allison had on. As she went towards her, Miss Allison rose from the chair and put out her hand saying, "Miss Jamison? My name is Allison, and I need help..." What happened next utterly flabbergasted Judy. Instead of taking her hand, Ginger put her arms around the girl, lifted her off the ground and just spun her around in a tight circle. Then she realized the two girls were howling with laughter. When Ginger put her down, they just exchanged hugs and kisses. Holding one of the young girl's hands in hers, she led her towards the reception desk and said, "Judy, I would like you to meet our senior partner and the founder of this firm, Allison McGrath Clifford." Turning to the girl she said, "Ali, this is our receptionist, Judy Jeffries. Isn't she neat?" For Judy, it was all she could do to keep her jaw from dropping. Instead, she held out her hand. Rather than taking her hand, after an incredibly quick and graceful move, Ali was around the desk and taking her in her arms. When she did, Judy was conscious of Ali's beautiful natural perfume as the woman hugged her and then kissed her softly. Only then did she release her and extend her hand saying, "Judy, you could not possibly be any better! That was as perfect a greeting as I could imagine." Looking at her shrewdly, she added, "You told Ginger I really needed help, didn't you?" Blushing, Judy stammered, "Yes, ma'am. I mean, I'm sorry ... But..." Now Ali took both her hands in hers and looked steadily into Judy's eyes. "Now, Judy, why are you sorry? You saw a woman who looked like she needed help. That's a tremendous asset in a receptionist — having a person who can size up an individual and pass on the impression in just a couple of words without the person having even a hint that you said anything. "You see, Judy, I'm an actress — or was. I was watching you very carefully and the most you could have said were maybe three or four words. I didn't see you and I didn't hear you. It was just an informed guess. Everything else you did was utterly perfect, so I guessed you would do that, too, and you did." Then Ali beamed the most brilliant smile that Judy had ever seen and said, "Welcome, Judy Jeffries! I am absolutely delighted to have you working here." Then her face fell and she asked, "Judy, can you ever forgive me for what I just did to you? It was terribly mean of me, but honestly, it wasn't a test. You see, it was only when I was about to open the door that I realized how ratty I looked, so..." Now it was Judy's turn to beam. "Mrs. Clifford, don't be ridiculous! There's absolutely nothing to forgive." Turning to Ginger she said, "But Mrs. Conrad, I could have sworn you said Mrs. Clifford is older than you are. I would swear you're older than she is by at least five years..." Ali interrupted by again taking Judy into her arms, hugging her, then giving her the sweetest kiss full on the lips that Judy had ever experienced. "I adore her already, Ginger! I really do." Then pretending to glare at Judy she said, "As for you, young lady, flattery will get you anything. As an aging actress, I do appreciate the compliment, but I'm ten years older than Ginger." With this revelation, Judy's jaw did drop. "But you can't ... I mean it's impossible ... There's no way..." "Of course!" Ali exclaimed. "That's it! Conrad, I knew it. Charley has been fucking your ass off to such an extent, you're aging. It's not me, it's you! What Judy's trying to say is I look about five years younger than you do which is a nice way of saying, partner, that you look to be on the shady side of forty!" Ginger pretended to glare at Judy, then winked and took Ali by the arm into the office area. Judy just sank down onto her chair and shook her head. That's Allison Clifford? My God, she is the most beautiful thing on two legs. I thought Ginger was gorgeous, but she pales against Mrs. Clifford. Judy shook her head and smiled to herself. Clifford & Jamison is going to be even more fun than I thought. When they were in Ali's office, Ginger pushed her into her big chair behind the desk and took a client chair for herself. Then she turned Ali's phone around, buzzed Kathy, and asked her to come into Mrs. Clifford's office. When Kathy entered, Ali rose from her chair and came around the desk to greet her. When she got her first good look at Allison Clifford, Kathy thought she had been hit over the head with a two-by-four. She just stopped and her jaw dropped. "But ... but ... but you can't ... I mean..." Ali turned to Ginger who had broken up with laughter watching her friend's behavior. "Ginger, are you sure ... I mean, isn't a secretary supposed to be able to talk..." Then she brightened and exclaimed, "Of course! How stupid of me. We're hiring the handicapped! Why didn't you tell me, Ging? I think it's a wonderful idea." Ginger finally got control of herself, rose and took Kathy by the hand. "Ali, this is Katherine Hughes Carlson, our secretary. Kathy, this is Allison McGrath Clifford, Clifford & Jamison's senior — and elder — partner." Ali took the girl in her arms and hugged. As she did she smelled the natural perfume in Kathy's hair. Then holding Kathy at arms length, she studied her closely. Finally, she shook her head and, while still looking at her, asked Ginger, "Where, in heaven's name, do you find these beauties. I think I love her, too." To Kathy's utter amazement, Ali took her in her arms again and gave her the same warm and tender kiss she had given Judy. By now Kathy's head was spinning. First she had seen a woman she would have sworn was younger than she was; in fact, she was about thirteen years older. Then her beauty... My God, she thought, Ginger was right! Mrs. Clifford's beauty does leave hers in the shade. Then the embrace: when she was held tightly, she got a whiff of the most exquisite natural perfume in Mrs. Clifford's hair. The woman was literally breathtaking. And finally, her kiss: It was the warmest, most loving kiss Kathy could imagine. Right again, Ginger, Kathy thought. My God, I do love her at least as much as I love you! The rest of the day sped by in kaleidoscopic fashion. The most memorable elements were Ali and then Ginger stripping bare in the conference room. As beautiful as she looked dressed, standing naked, Ali drew their breath away. If anything, she looked even younger than she did when fully dressed. She was just a vision in shades of gold, except for her eyes which were bluer than the Pacific. The second memorable element was when Ali disappeared into her office with Sandra. The girls were sitting with Ginger in the conference room waiting for the explosion they were sure would come. Ali had been drinking Samuel Adams beer, while Sandra would drink only club soda. They had taken their glasses with them to Ali's office. Meanwhile, the girls picked at the hors d'oeuvres that Ali had ordered, and just waited. Ginger just flatly insisted that Ali would get Sandy straightened out. Glancing at her watch she said, "And it should be over right about now." Just then, the phone in the conference room rang. It was Ali, ordering a very dry martini for Sandy. Ginger just grinned and held her thumb up saying, "I knew it! No one can resist Ali Clifford when she sits down to reason with her. No one!" A few minutes later, the two rejoined the group in the conference room. The first words were from Sandra who said, "Hi, gang. My name's Sandy Harris and I want to apologize for being such an unmitigated shit!" Then she looked around, found Joan Frederick and asked, "Joan, did you make my martini?" Joan just nodded, not knowing how to react. The girl smiled the warmest smile they had ever seen from her and said, "Joan, it was utterly spectacular! If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you possibly make me another just like it?" The girls then crowded around Joan to welcome her to the firm at long last. The next days were filled with Ali's action against Alliance Studios. The studio and its executives had organized and led a boycott against Ali, who had starred in films ten years earlier, to keep her from working, and even to deny her payment of her residual fees for her films that were still playing on television. In the process of serving the papers on Si Goldberg, president of Alliance, he tried to attack Ali and she broke his nose and left him semiconscious on the floor of his office. A few days later, he tried to attack her again in the courtroom. This time, she used a judo move and left him on the floor with a broken arm. A week after Ali had first appeared at the office, she came out of her office, gathered up first Kathy and then Judy, and marched them down to the health club claiming that she had to see for herself what Ginger was trying to do. When they were changing in the locker room and Ali was bare, Kathy said, "Mrs. Clifford..." "It's Ali, damn it! Mrs. Clifford is my husband's mother, but she's dead." Glaring at Kathy she asked, "Did you buy that whip I told you to? We're going to have to do something about the slow learners..." The previous week Ali had tickled Kathy mercilessly on the conference room floor, leaving her rolled up in a laughing ball. This time Kathy dropped to her knees, then bent forward so far that her forehead touched the locker-room floor, and said, "Oh, Ali! You're so kind. As long as it's just the whip ... It's the tickling I can't stand." Ali just grinned and shook her head. When the girls went to the workout room they were utterly astounded at the weight loading that Ali moved routinely and with ease. It was only then that they realized that Ali was just satin-smooth skin over perfectly conditioned muscles. Later, they had a round-robin squash match which Ali won easily. Then they went to the pool and watched as Ali just pulled away from them as if they were just floating on the water. Kathy now knew enough about swimming to know that Ali had an incredibly powerful kick. Finally, they were in the sun room. While Kathy was relaxing, she saw Ali studying her pubic patch. It was small, but dense and curly, and now bleached almost pure white from the sun. Ali saw Kathy watching her and grinned. When Kathy asked what she was doing, Ali blushed and said she was looking to see if there were any stray hairs that needed to be plucked. It was then that Ali told them of her overwhelming love for Bill Clifford, how she spent her time trying to mold her body into a condition he could be proud of, and to improve her appearance in any way possible. Then she smiled softly and said, "You see, Bill is one of the wealthiest people in the world. He has given me absolutely everything, beginning with my life" She told them how she had been literally starving to death on the day just a few months earlier when she first met him. "Since then," she said, "he has given me absolutely everything. The only thing I can give him is myself ... and my body." With a warm smile she added, "I guess this is sort of like polishing the wedding silver. There's no silver; just me." Judy just shook her head and said, "No silver, Ali, you're right. You are just pure gold!" Then Ali stretched and said, "Could I give you children a tip? You see, even though Bill and I were married in April and have slept together from the first night, our marriage wasn't consummated until about a month ago when we went out to Hawaii." She then smiled the warmest smile either girl had ever seen and continued, "The tip? I picked it up from Ginger's mother, Barbara. I try everything I can think of to increase Bill's sexual pleasure. The result? I continually increase my own. Nothing is more fun for me than trying to find something that will increase Bill's sexual enjoyment. I always enjoy it even more than he does." Thinking of her recent experience with Ken, all Kathy could think was, Amen! ------- Chapter 8 Now that Ken was working for Higgins Construction, their life together established a pattern, but it was one quite different from the way it had been before. In the beginning, Ken was arriving home first, since construction work normally ended at four o'clock. Kathy would usually arrive home while Ken was in the shower. As soon as he came out to the bedroom, Kathy would insist that he lie on the bed while she massaged his aching muscles. She would always begin on his back, shoulders and upper arms, and would always end with him on his back while she worked on his massive thigh muscles. Normally she would take the opportunity to caress his prick and balls with fingers that were feather-light, in contrast to her fingers of steel that she used on his heavy muscles. Invariably, Ken would be asleep before she finished. After kissing him softly, she would pull the covers up to his neck, turn out the light and go to the kitchen to make dinner. This was another change. Although Ken had never spoken of it, it was clear to her that he took on himself much of the blame for her never having cooked. Realizing that he should have answered her questions regarding what he liked and disliked far more honestly than he had, he vowed it would never happen again. After all, it was only because he had raved about atrocious canned chili that she served it to him. As a result, although it was all he could do to fry an egg himself, he quickly developed a gastronome's palate. Kathy insisted on serving him each dish while on her knees beside him. He would take a small bite and just savor it. Now, though, he would ask if it could be a bit spicier, or a touch milder, or modified in some other way. When she brought out her own food, they would debate the pros and cons of recipe modifications. When they finished dinner — and so far, Kathy had never made the same dish twice — it was her turn to take a nap on the sofa while Ken did the dishes and cleaned up. When he finished, he would go into the living room, turn out all the lights and then pick Kathy up from the sofa as if she were a feather. After gently laying her on the bed, he would undress her, slip off his bathrobe, and then begin caressing her body. After the first few times, Kathy tried to pretend to still be sleeping. It was fun for both of them to see how much stimulation she could take before her eyes would pop open, and she would jump into his arms. Their sex life was now wild and wonderful for them both. Ken could not get over the way in which Kathy could move her body while he had her impaled on his rigid cock. Her behavior was not like anything he had ever heard of, least of all experienced. After a couple of weeks of work, the project — the foundation and related work on a massive high-rise office building — began falling behind schedule. This resulted in heavy overtime being scheduled, so for the first time Kathy arrived home before Ken did. When he opened the door the first night, Kathy almost cried. Poor Ken looked utterly exhausted as well as being filthy. With a cry she ran to his arms and mashed her body against his, completely ignoring the filth. Then she took him into the kitchen to undress him so as not to get the filth all over everything. Only then did she realize she had done no washing for him since he had started his construction job. Obviously, he had come home, put his filthy clothes in the washing machine and then taken a shower, all before she got home. When she had him undressed, she took him by the hand into the bathroom. In seconds she had stripped off her own clothes and turned on the shower, getting in it with him. This was something they had never done before, either. They had never shared the bathroom, let alone shared a shower. By this point Ken was so groggy with fatigue he allowed himself to be led. The first thing Kathy did was to ask him to kneel so she could wash his hair and then carefully wash his face and scrub his neck. When that was completed to her satisfaction, she asked him to stand and began to soap his body. For Kathy, it was a wonderful new experience as she ran her hands over his powerfully-muscled upper body, scrubbing as she went. Because of his body hair, she was thrilled to see the soap lather up on him as she just worked lower. Carefully she lathered his massive sex and then rinsed him off. Now, as she got down to his legs, she was kneeling and running her hands over his hard-muscled thighs and buttocks. Doing it brought her face close to his sex which was now quiescent. Kathy stopped and just looked. It was the first time she had ever seen the male sex organ in anything other than its fully erect state. Leaning forward, she kissed the tip, then just looked at it. It is like a pink-headed ice-cream cone, she thought. While she continued to look, it began to increase in size in reaction to her tender kiss. Now she was very interested. With one hand she tenderly cupped his balls — or tried too; they were too large for only one hand. Then she began to run her tongue over it as if it were the ice-cream cone it reminded her of. Meanwhile, the shower water continued to pour over them both. When she glanced up she saw that Ken's eyes were closed while he leaned against the corner of the enclosure and just enjoyed the exquisite sensation she was creating. She remembered Ginger talking of taking Charley, and Ali, of taking Bill. If they can do it, she thought, I sure can! With that, she took the head fully into her mouth. Only then did she realize that she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing. Thinking about it for a moment, she quickly realized that her mouth was substituting for her cunt so she behaved accordingly, moving it in and out while running her tongue over as much of it as she could reach when it was inside her. As Ken's cock continued to expand in size, she realized she could scarcely get its head in her mouth; clearly, there must be something more. Then Kathy realized that the only way she could possibly take his full length was to take him in her throat. Lining up her throat, she took him in. Astonishingly, it worked. Then she used the same slow strokes on him that he usually used on her. Now Ken's eyes were open again and he watched in utter amazement as his wife took his massive organ into her mouth for its entire length. He couldn't figure out how she could. Moreover, when it was fully inside, somehow she even managed to get her tongue past his massive organ to lick his balls. At the same time, she was using both hands gently to knead his sac. When he could feel his release coming and started to withdraw, Kathy would have none of it. Clamping her lips around his base, she sucked with all her might and at the same time squeezed his balls. Ken exploded. Kathy swallowed as fast as she could while holding her breath. Actually, she had no choice; Ken's cock was blocking her air passage. It was only then that she realized there was no taste sensation because the head of his cock was so far past the flavor sensors in her mouth and tongue. Finally, his spasms subsided and she gently withdrew her mouth, sucking as she did. With its head now in her mouth, she gently ran her tongue over its pink tip and tasted the syrup for the first time. Taking it out completely while gasping for breath, she just looked and then daintily licked off the last drop forming on it. Only then did she look up at him, with the water now pouring directly on her face. "Did you like it, darling?" she asked tremulously. "I realized I don't have the foggiest idea of what I was doing, but did you like it?" "It was utterly spectacular!" he exclaimed. Then, with his concern audible in his voice, he asked, "But why, on earth, did you do it? You could have choked to death." "Because I thought it might give you pleasure, my husband," she answered simply. "I'm very glad that it did, too." Then Ken took her under her armpits and lifted her up. He wrapped his arms around her and melted his lips to hers. When he extended his tongue to enter her mouth, he realized she was resisting. He forced her mouth open and explored it with his tongue, tasting, as he did, his own cum that was still there. As he tasted it, he just squeezed her harder to show her that he loved it. With that reassurance, she began to probe his mouth with her tongue at the same time. Finally, their mouths parted, and Ken whispered, "Wife, why should you have all the fun? Give me your soap." When she did, he repeated on her what she had done to him. For the first time he realized the extent to which Kathy now had an overall tan and looked utterly gorgeous. Moreover, when he soaped her tits he realized how firm they were now — anything but the soft whipped cream they had been. Then he made her kneel in the tub while he shampooed her lovely hair. As he did, he realized that there was a natural wave that just became more pronounced with her hair wet. Finally, he had her stand up while he went to his knees in the tub. For the first time he realized there was no fat anymore. When he squeezed her buns, her pelvis involuntarily thrust forward, putting her crotch in his face. Ken took advantage of the opportunity. Using his fingers, he gently spread her labia revealing what he thought was probably her clitoris. He was amused thinking that Kathy's lessons hadn't gotten that far, yet. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick it, then moved closer and gently bit it. When he did, Kathy let out an involuntary scream and immediately had an orgasmic seizure. The result was that when his tongue began to penetrate up her vagina, he encountered the wonderful taste of her love juices flowing. When Ken realized that he could create a similar sensation with his tongue and teeth as he could with his cock, his fatigue disappeared. Now he concentrated on bringing Kathy to a similar orgasmic peak. After minutes, he succeeded. He realized he had to hold her tight — he was gripping her buns with both hands — to keep her from either slipping away or falling. Finally, with a wordless shriek, she came in a flood. As fast as he could, he sucked and licked up all of her succulent love juices. Remarkably, again Kathy passed out and fell limply over his shoulder. Grinning to himself, he shut off the water and lifted Kathy out. Holding her up with one arm, he used the other carefully to towel off her body. On his knees in the bathroom, now out from behind the light diffusion created by the shower glass, he saw her body in bright light and realized how truly beautiful she had made herself. When she was reasonably dry, he carried her into the bedroom and carefully laid her on the bed. Returning to the bathroom, he found a box of bath powder he had given her the preceding Christmas that she had never even opened. He opened it and gently powdered what he thought to be the most appropriate places on her body. Then he got a towel, quickly dried himself, and joined her in bed. Putting her head on his shoulder, he cupped her now-firm tit in his big hand and turned off the light. It was almost midnight when Kathy awakened. Fortunately, the lights were still on in the living rooms of the apartment so she was not completely in the dark. She stretched and then snuggled even closer to Ken. Only then did she get a whiff of the perfumed powder on her body and smiled, realizing what he had done. Carefully extracting herself from his hand, she slipped out to the kitchen to make dinner. Fortunately, she was serving beef bourguignonne. As she expected, by the time it was ready, its aroma had penetrated Ken's sleep and he appeared in the kitchen looking like a bear just awakening after its hibernation — and as hungry as one. She had made plenty and delighted in the way Ken went through seconds and then thirds. Kathy decided there were few things as gratifying to her personally as feeding a hungry man. Because of the late hour — it was already after one — she did not make coffee. Rather, she just poured a second round of burgundy wine, then smiled at him and asked, "Do you approve?" "Darling, it was utterly spectacular," he exclaimed, but then said, "Of course, it's not up to the standard of the appetizer you served." For an instant Kathy was puzzled, but then grinned and said, "Fool! That was my cunt." "I know," he replied happily. "Do you ever serve it as a main course? How about spices? It's lovely, but a bit on the bland side ... What could be done to add piquancy, I wonder... ?" Then he brightened and exclaimed, "Tabasco! That's it. That would make it perfect: just a few drops of Tabasco." They continued to chat and later agreed that in view of the hour, the dishes could wait until the next day. When they were back in bed, Kathy was on her back with her legs spread wide. To his utter shock, she gave him a bottle of Tabasco pepper sauce and used her long fingers to part her labia, exposing her clit. "A drop or two on my clit?" she asked. "If that works, I'll lift my pelvis so you can pour some into my vagina." Ken started to laugh and then stopped short. My God! he thought, she's serious. She's fully prepared for me to pour vinegar and the hottest pepper on the most sensitive spot in her entire body! Suddenly it penetrated that everything she had been telling him for weeks was literally true: She would do absolutely anything to him, with him, or — in this case — to herself, as long as she thought it might increase his pleasure. Ken found it the most humbling thought that had ever crossed his mind. He looked into her eyes and found an expression of intense love as she waited for him to sear her cunt. Then Ken had an idea. He shook his head and said, "Honey, not at this time of night. I have a better idea." Jumping out of bed he took the bottle of Tabasco out of Kathy's hand and went out to the kitchen. Looking in the refrigerator he found what he had remembered seeing: a pressurized container of whipped cream. Grinning, he grabbed it and a bottle of cocktail cherries and returned to the bedroom. With the containers behind his back he looked at his wife lying on her back with her legs still spread wide. Looking at her, he realized how incredibly beautiful she was as she just waited patiently for his return. "Darling, the timing's all wrong. Let's face it: We just had a marvelous dinner — thank you again, darling. What did I miss? Dessert! Woman, I am eating you for dessert. Now part those lower lips." Kathy was puzzled but immediately did as he asked. Then he sat on the bed beside her and shook the can of whipped cream. The instant he did, Kathy knew what he was planning to do and began to giggle. Nevertheless, she held her labia spread wide with the tips of her long fingers. With as much delicacy as he could manage, Ken squirted the whipped cream the length of her slit, then built it up in twin mounds. Kathy's giggles had given way to laughter, but still she didn't move. In spite of screaming, "Ken! It's so cold," she didn't move a muscle. He sat back and admired his artistry, then uncapped the jar of cherries and carefully put one on top of each whipped-cream mound. "Woman," he declared, "you may not like cherries, but I do! Now hold still, although you can move your hands away now." He knelt between her widespread legs and picked up one cherry between his teeth and then the other. Each time he did, he straightened so Kathy could see him crush the cherry with his teeth. As he savored them, he just looked at his wife and realized how incredibly lucky he was. She was lying back on two pillows, laughing and giggling, yet at the same time not moving a muscle in her lower body that could disturb his "dessert". With the cherries gone, Ken focused his attention on the whipped cream which he ate first with his lips, then with his tongue. As he got down in the mound, he lifted his head and said, "Now I get to the ice cream!" Sure enough, the taste of whipped cream was now flavored with her love juices. Guessing where her clit was — it was still covered with whipped cream — he bit down at what proved to be the right spot. The instant his teeth made contact, Kathy shuddered in orgasm, yet still tried to keep her loins as still as possible. Then Ken began to chase the remains of the whipped cream in all of her crevices, carefully licking behind her lips. Somehow, he realized, it wasn't quite right. He thought about it for a moment, then put her legs over his shoulders. When he did, he heard her cry in delight as she crossed her ankles behind his head to maintain her position. Now he had unobstructed access and took advantage of it. He alternately licked her slit and probed her vagina with his tongue, while at the same time watching her reactions closely. She was cuming with greater frequency, now, and screaming, "Eat me! Oh God, Darling, eat my cunt. Oh, Ken! This is so wonderful!" Soon, the words faded away to happy sounds and then she just began to scream incoherently as the incredible pleasure mounted in her cunt. After what seemed like minutes of continuous orgasm, he bit down on her clit. With a scream, Kathy uncorked a flood of vaginal juices and passed out. After carefully licking her dry, he moved up in the bed beside her, placed her head on his shoulder, turned out the light and cupped her tit. When he did, he felt it and realized again how firm it now was. As he went off to sleep, Ken realized it was the first night in weeks he had not fucked his beautiful wife. ------- After a couple of weeks of overtime, progress on the construction project was still behind schedule so Higgins ordered Saturday work. On the first overtime Saturday, Ken awakened at five o'clock. Realizing he still had some time before he needed to get up, instead of squeezing Kathy's tit he gently pulled her closer to him. When he did, he saw her smile in her sleep and try to snuggle her body even closer to his. At the same time he heard a warm, happy sound come from deep in her body. Although it was not yet sunrise, it was after dawn and enough light was coming into the bedroom for Ken to see. He just looked at his wife and marveled. He remembered her comment of some weeks earlier: She needed to be in condition to be an appropriate consort to him. Looking at her now, he wondered how he could ever be so lucky. With her eyes closed, he became aware of how long and dense her eyelashes were. Her lips were full and firm, yet a bright red without lipstick. Turning his head carefully, he was able to smell the wonderful clean smell of her hair and the beautiful natural perfume of her body. He dozed off again until the alarm went off at six. To his surprise, Kathy got up, too. Not content to head for the kitchen, she was in the shower while he was shaving. When he finished, he got in with her and squeezed her wonderfully full soap-slickened tit. Kathy grinned, but quickly got out of the shower. After shaving and dressing he went into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. Kathy was standing at the range wearing heavy dungarees, a work shirt and safety-toed work boots. She folded his omelette out on a plate and immediately made one for herself. "What are you doing, woman of the house?" he demanded. "Making your breakfast, husband," she replied nonchalantly. "In work boots?" he exclaimed. "Since I'm going to work with you, I thought OSHA required them. Or did I waste my money?" Ken was utterly baffled. Clearly, Kathy intended to go to work with him, and it was much too close to the time he had to leave to argue with her. When they left the apartment, she was lugging an insulated picnic cooler. As they drove to the site, Ken spoke to her for the first time about his job. He told her that the foreman, Tony Rossi, didn't like him. In fact, he didn't like him at all. As a result, Ken was always given the very worst jobs to do. Kathy just listened but said nothing. After they parked the car and walked towards the job site, Kathy saw a big man, about six feet tall, watching them. She noted that his hard hat was a different color from rest of the men's. Probably the foreman, Rossi, she thought. Tony Rossi watched the tall couple approach and didn't like what he saw. Instinctively, seeing the way they moved together, he knew that the girl was Carlson's wife. His instinct was to just order her off the job, but then he thought better of it. Only the day before, Mike Higgins had taken him aside and asked him to lay off riding Carlson. Higgins pointed out that the kid was doing a great job Moreover, he said that Tony was probably jealous because, even though he was the newest man on the job, it was obvious that the other men looked up to him and took direction from him. Carlson is a natural-born leader, Rossi realized. Reflecting on the conversation, Tony thought that running Carlson's woman off the site wouldn't be too smart, even though he and Mike Higgins were very close. When Carlson introduced his wife, Tony looked at her steadily and realized what an incredibly beautiful woman she was. This might even be fun, he thought. When Ken asked if his wife could do something around the job, Rossi was ready for him. He said sure, and told Kathy to get started by cleaning all the latrines. There were eight on the site, all portables. Even though the company that provided them regularly emptied them, they were almost never cleaned. The woman just smiled and asked where she could find the cleaning materials. Rossi smiled to himself thinking the girl would retch and run off the site after going into the first one. The fact was that the smell inside was overpowering, stinking of shit and urine. He had to admit that some of the guys weren't too careful. Other problems absorbed his interest and he forgot about Kathy. About an hour later he saw her approaching, wiping her forehead with her shirt sleeve. He was surprised that she was still around, and utterly amazed at what she said when she reached him: "Thank you, Mr. Rossi, for giving me a real job to do. You were right, sir, they certainly needed cleaning. If an inspector from OSHA or the health department came by they might have closed the job down." Then she smiled and added, "I took the liberty of calling the service that supplies those things. I gave them hell and told them they needed to be emptied at least twice as often as they have been. Would you like to take a look?" Rossi went with her to the first one and opened the door. It was absolutely spotless inside, probably for the first time since it came out of the factory, Rossi thought. The only smell was disinfectant, and Kathy pointed out that there was a deodorant container mounted in an inside corner that she had refilled. Then she asked what he wanted her to do next. Rossi gave her a couple of other unpleasant jobs which occupied her for the rest of the morning. By the time the lunch whistle blew, Kathy already knew that there was no personal privacy to be had on the site except for the portable toilets. Since she had almost become violently ill from the stench, she didn't want to use them, but at the same time she wanted to be reasonably clean for lunch with Ken. Much earlier in the morning she had stripped off her work shirt and was only wearing a tank-top which was now sweat-soaked and filthy. Hearing the whistle, Rossi looked up and saw Kathy with her back to the men, strip off her top and then stretch. Reaching into the cooler beside her, she took out a clean top and put it on. As she did Rossi noticed something odd about her back. Only after she had the clean top on did he realize what it was: There were no strap marks on her back at all. There was just an all-over tan. His own lunch forgotten, he just continued to watch her. Finding a stack of lumber, Kathy carefully placed a cloth on it and then set up their lunch. When Ken joined her, she began to serve him and then herself from a seemingly endless supply of food that she continued to take from the cooler. From his distance, Rossi couldn't see what the food was, but they certainly weren't ham and cheese sandwiches, and it certainly looked attractive on the plates she served on. The scene reminded Tony of a couple on a picnic in the country. What was particularly interesting was the way in which the young people were wrapped up in one another and apparently oblivious to both their surroundings and the other people. With only a few minutes to go before the back-to-work whistle blew, Kathy had everything cleaned up and back in the chest. Ken carried it back to the car and put it away while she walked beside him keeping him company. Just before the whistle, Ken took her in his arms and the two seemed to melt together in an endless kiss. When the whistle blew, they reluctantly separated and went back to work. Seeing that he could not discourage her with obnoxious tasks, he tried physically demanding ones. He asked her to move lumber — long four-by-tens used to shore up trenches. She merely nodded, put on heavy work gloves and began to carry them from one place and pile them up at the new one. As she lifted the heavy lumber, he could see muscles in her thighs bulge with the strain, but she did it. When the task was completed, she reported back to him. He noticed that her tank top, clean at lunch time, was filthy again. Moreover, he could see her nipples standing proudly under the now-sweat-soaked garment. Nevertheless, she seemed completely unconcerned. Checking his watch he realized she had completed the task at least as fast as all but the fastest and most experienced men on his crew would have. Deciding that drastic measures were called for, he took aside a man who the union had sent over that morning as a temporary replacement. Rossi knew him only by reputation but his reputation was very bad. After speaking to him briefly, the man accosted Kathy and told her he wanted to take her behind the lumber pile and fuck her. She smiled nicely and told him to find someone else. When the man persisted with even more repulsive language and then grabbed her arm, she smacked him across the face with her open palm so hard almost everyone working on the noisy job site turned to see what had happened. As they did, they saw the man lunge at Kathy. This time she lashed out with her booted right foot and buried it in his groin. The man screamed and fell to the ground holding his mangled balls. Kathy went about her business as if nothing had happened. Ken, who had been one of the people who turned at the sound of the slap, just shook his head slowly, appreciating his wife's performance. Although he couldn't be sure, he thought Tony might have had something to do with it. In his own case he suspected Tony of putting two men up to picking a fight with him soon after he started on the job. The first man to jump him was on the receiving end of one of Ken's short rights. He was knocked unconscious. The other jumped on Ken's back and ended up only a moment later on the ground with a dislocated shoulder. Tony ruefully admitted to himself that both Carlsons were fully capable of taking care of themselves. The episode of the portable toilets was not yet over. Shortly before quitting time, a man approached Tony, showed a badge, and introduced himself as a health-department inspector. He was on the site responding to a union-filed complaint alleging that the toilets were unacceptably filthy and unsanitary: a major health hazard. After inspecting them, though, the man said, he had never seen such clean units outside of the factory where they were made. With a big smile he even promised to try to get a citation for cleanliness issued to Higgins Construction. His only comment — confirming what Kathy had told him that morning — was that he should contact the company and have them empty the units more often. Even then, he didn't stop. Clearly, this was a man with a mission and one who enjoyed his work. He told Tony stories of violations he had uncovered and penalties invoked. It was all Tony could do to keep from turning gray when the man described one situation that had resulted in a two-week job shutdown. He realized that the conditions on his site that morning were at least twice as bad as those the inspector described. On the way home that evening Ken complained bitterly about Tony assigning her such a disgusting job. Kathy replied, "Look, damn it! If Ken Carlson can dig ditches, his wife isn't above getting her lily-whites in some shit. Ken, I don't have nearly the strength you have, but it doesn't take a lot of strength to clean up shit. If you can dig ditches, I sure as hell can clean up the shit!" Once again Ken was seeing a facet of Kathy that was new to him. Thinking back to what she had said about living in a wallow as long as he could make love to her, he thought, My God! I think she really would. ------- Kathy continued with her Saturday work. To her surprise and Ken's, when she reported the following Saturday, Tony told her that the boss had put her on the payroll. Then, with his face red, he told her about the health inspector and what he had said. "Mrs. Carlson, you prevented the job from being closed down for a minimum of two weeks." Then with his face becoming even redder, he asked Kathy if she would inspect and supervise the portable toilets. She agreed instantly and took on the maintenance of them personally. When Tony protested, saying that she was supposed to assign the cleaning work to others, she shook her head firmly and told him what she had told Ken the previous week: She wasn't strong enough to do many of the jobs on the site, but she didn't need to be strong to clean up shit. Finding the units about to overflow again, she called the service company. Having reviewed their contract with Higgins, she pointed out that, first, they were in breach of contract with respect to frequency of emptying and in three other material respects. Second, if the condition was not corrected by Monday noon, latest, the contract would be canceled Finally, she informed the man that she had obtained three other bids from reputable contractors all of which were much lower in price than theirs. That being the case, she really hoped the company didn't do anything because she would love to cancel them out. Subsequently, that's exactly what she did do. One evening, Ken brought home a stack of contracts. Learning that he was in law school, Tony asked him to look at the draft contract for the job they were working on. Kathy was amazed to learn that Higgins was working without a signed contract. Even though they were performing against it, the final contract was still being negotiated. Ken was surprised at the contract draft's massive size, given that Higgins' part of the project was quite straightforward. Moreover, Tony gave him a number of other contracts in the files going back in time. When he reviewed the contracts with Kathy, he pointed out that, although the work in each one was very similar, the contract size seemed to get bigger each time. Kathy took the current contract proposal to work and made a copy. She concluded that, first, it tried to handle every conceivable eventuality, and, second, seemed to imply that the other contracting party was a crook and out to screw Higgins Construction. She spent some time on her computer and finally came up with a two-page letter that covered all the same points. Making a copy on the laser printer, she put it in her purse and then forgot about it. ------- Chapter 9 It was late on a Saturday morning in August when the main trunk sewer let go. The Higgins company was digging a utilities trench to be used to connect the new building with the utilities in the street. Although the trench paralleled the sewer line, it was several feet away from it. But it proved to be too close. Unbeknownst to anyone, the sewer was already near collapse before their work ever began. Although there was no frost in Los Angeles there was the constant pounding of motor vehicle traffic on the roadway above the sewer. While the pavement absorbed most of the movement and the subsoil much of the rest, over time the damage was done and the iron sewer pipe weakened. All it needed was one additional condition. That condition was met when the Higgins trench was dug. Although four-by-ten shoring was used to support the trench, it could not possibly be as strong as the unbroken subsoil — and wasn't. While before the trench was dug, the compacted subsoil maintained the sewer's integrity with external pressure, with the trench dug the pressure was relieved and some movement became possible. It started as a small leak. The water soaked the dry subsoil and thus it could shift more easily. Slowly the leak became larger until that Saturday morning when the massive pipe let go. Ken Carlson and a group of men were digging at the bottom of the trench. It was ten feet deep, four feet wide, and shored up on both walls with four-by-tens. The first hint of trouble came when one of the men slipped on mud — mud that should not have been there. There had been no rain and the subsoil they had been digging in was very dry. Sensing a problem, Ken immediately ordered the crew out of the trench and went to find Tony Rossi. Rossi was already on his way over to find out what was going on, having seen the men scrambling up the two ladders to get out. When Ken explained what he had seen, Rossi went down the ladder to see for himself. He was bent over to get close enough to smell the dirt. Although he was not conscious of any odor, he had a sixth sense that told him there was one. Suddenly, with a rush, some shoring timbers on the sewer side of the trench shifted inward. An instant later, there was a flow of sewer water into the trench that steadily increased in volume. As it rapidly filled the bottom of the trench and started rising up Tony's leg, Ken saw the man's right leg at an unnatural angle while his foot was trapped between two of the shifted timbers. Already, with the shift of the timbers, the trench had narrowed from four feet down to less than two. It was Tony's shout for help that brought Kathy running over. In a few sentences Ken told her about Tony's trapped foot and probable broken leg. The man appeared to be unconscious. She was looking down into the trench and could see that the level of the putrid sewer water was already up to his chest. Before Ken could do anything, she had stripped off her boots, all of her clothes, and climbed down the ladder, taking a rope end with her. Moving sideways, she found there was just enough room for her, but not nearly enough for any of the men. Quickly, she looped the line under Tony's armpits and tied a bowline. Calling up, she told the men above to maintain an even, but light, strain. Then she climbed part-way up the ladder and asked for a very sharp, strong knife. When she did, Ken was almost sickened at the sight of her body now covered up to her tits with stinking sewage. When she was given a knife, she quickly tested the blade and found it was very sharp. It was a strong-bladed hunting knife — perfect for what she needed. Descending the ladder, she found the water was now up to her neck. She could feel all manner of sewage being washed against her body but ignored it. Checking on Tony quickly, she found his head lolling forward and he was still unconscious. After filling her lungs with air, she quickly jack knifed her body and went down head-first to the bottom of the trench. She kept her eyes closed to try to protect them from the filth; since the water was the consistency of wet feces, there was nothing to be seen anyway. As carefully as possible, she felt her way down his leg and found the boot. Ken had been right: There was a chance that only the boot was trapped between the timbers. She eased the blade of the knife into the top of Tony's heavy work boot and started to cut as quickly as she could. There were three reasons for her speed. First, she would quickly run out of air; second, Tony would soon drown if not quickly removed from the trench; and third, the most frightening reason of them all: Kathy knew, even if all the men did not, that the shoring would soon give way entirely under the onslaught of the rushing water. If it did, both she and Tony would be crushed. After completing one cut and with her lungs searing with pain, she shot to the surface. As carefully as she could she wiped her eyes and pulled back her hair before trying to open her eyes. When she broke the surface, Ken's heart was chilled seeing his beloved wife covered with the sewer effluent; moreover, Ken, too, realized the danger of the imminent collapse of the trench. Kathy was now an all-over shit brown. She gasped for breath and, as quickly as she could, refilled her lungs. As she did, she quickly told him what she planned. Then she dove again and quickly made two more vertical cuts from the top of his boot down to the sole. Thinking it was now or never and ignoring any possible further damage to his leg, she grabbed him by the ankle and exerted superhuman effort to pull his foot free of the trapped boot. Just as she was about to give up, it popped loose. Shooting to the surface of the water — it was now nearly level with the surface of the ground — she yelled to the men to pull. After only two gasps of air, she dove again to try to prevent Tony's now fully-submerged body from hanging up on any obstruction as they lifted him out. Finally he was at the surface and Kathy was with him. Ken reached out his hand and she took it, pulling herself out of the trench. Going to where the men were handling the rope, she told them how to get him out. With men holding him under each armpit, they lifted him clear. Just as he was on solid ground the rest of the shoring gave way with a thunderous crash. She ordered the crew as far away from the trench as possible as the earth between the trench and the sewer began to settle. When they had Tony on his back, completely ignoring the kind of water he had swallowed, Kathy began to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. She did it exactly the way Judy had taught her, first clearing his mouth and getting his tongue clear. It seemed like she had been working for hours when Tony began to choke. Lifting his shoulders, she smacked him on his back. When she did, he began to vomit up the rest of the sewage he had swallowed. Looking around, she didn't see any of the emergency medical technicians who should have been at the scene by then. Ken told her that the sewer collapse had apparently spread and screwed up a number of main streets. She just nodded quickly and asked for the big first aid kit. She thanked God that, as a part of her work, she had taken inventory and restocked the missing items. When she had inventoried the kit, fewer than one-third of the items that were supposed to be included were in it. Ken opened it and she asked for an emergency leg splint. It was like an open-topped frame into which the leg could be placed. When taped, it held the leg in position for transport. Ken took it out but didn't know what Kathy intended to do. He found out in short order. Taking the sharp knife she still had in her hand, she slit Rossi's trouser leg from the cuff to his thigh and then cut it off completely. Looking at his injured leg, she thanked God that it was not a compound fracture. If the broken bone had penetrated the skin, the chance of his surviving the resulting inevitable infection would have been remote. After telling Ken to stand by with the splint, she put her bare foot in Tony's crotch, held his ankle with both hands, and began to pull. Now, all of his muscle mass worked against him. It was clear that the bone ends were now overlapped with the natural muscle tension working to increase the amount of overlap. After taking several deep breaths, Kathy began to pull on the ankle. Now Ken knew what she was doing and was utterly amazed as muscles in her legs and shoulders stood out from the strain. At first there was no reaction, but then, very slowly, her intense but steady pressure took effect. Her body was shaking from the strain, but she did not ease up. While she pulled, she kept a careful eye on the alignment of the foot to the body to try to ensure that the bones, when they did come together, would be in proper alignment. Then she felt a click and could see Tony apparently relax even though he was still unconscious. "Now!" she yelled, and Ken slipped the frame into position and quickly taped the leg in place. Only then did Kathy let go. When she did, her body began to shudder from the released strain. She just sat on the ground, unable to move. However, she called out, "If there's a hose handy, I would appreciate it if someone could hose Tony and me off." One was quickly produced, and she told the men how to hose off Tony. She took the hose herself and tenderly washed his face and hair. Only when she was satisfied with Tony's condition did she allow it to be aimed at her. The first thing she did was just to duck her head and let the cold water run through her hair. While she was still sitting in the mud, the man directed the spray at her face, her neck, and then down her body. As the muck was washed off, it became increasingly clear what a magnificent body she had. Finally, she took a deep breath and got unsteadily to her feet. Totally ignoring her nakedness, she used her fingers in the water stream to rinse her pubic patch, then bent over and asked that it be run in her hair again. This time she worked her fingers through her hair to try to get rid of the sewage that was trapped in it. Although Kathy did not know exactly what it was that was coming out of her hair, she had no wish to know either. Then she closed her eyes and asked the man holding the hose to concentrate on her face and ears. Only then did she turn around and look for Ken. He was standing with a blanket beside the man holding the hose. Going to him, he wrapped the blanket around her and held her tight, then lifted her chin. "No, Ken! Please don't. You'll get sick..." "Tough," he interrupted softly and kissed her lips. Again she tried to keep her lips closed, but he overcame her resistance. When their tongues touched, there was the same electricity, but this time it was almost overpowering in its intensity. He hugged her tight and could feel her wriggling her body under the blanket to mold herself even closer to him. When he relaxed, she began to cry. "Oh God, Ken! Please hold me," she cried. Then she began to sob like her heart would break. "I was so scared..." She looked up in astonishment as Ken began to laugh. Then he swept her off her feet and carried her to a stack of lumber. He sat down and rested her across his lap while still holding her tightly. Incredibly, his laughter just grew in intensity while Kathy looked at him as if he had lost his mind. She was almost sure that he had. Finally regaining control somewhat, he explained, while still laughing, "Do you know what you just did, wife? You go into a trench filled with rotting sewage, stark naked. Why? Because you saw in an instant that no one else could fit. Then you go into it head-first and cut off Tony's shoe. You were down so long, I thought I had lost you. Kathy, that took a superhuman feat of endurance to stay down that long. "Is that all? Oh, no! Then you lift his foot out of the still-trapped boot, right?" She slowly nodded while he shook his head again. "Then you guide the lift to make sure his clothes don't hang up on anything in the trench. Are you done, yet? Of course not! First, you administer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, again totally ignoring the contents of the water you're pumping out of his lungs with your mouth. That must have continued for at least ten minutes. I know a lot of people — professionals — who would have given him up for dead. My wife? Not on your life. Now she's finished? Oh, no! Now she uses the most superhuman strength I have ever seen employed to set his leg. "Darling, I never knew you had such muscles. They were all vibrating with the tension you were maintaining. It wasn't a jerk, either. It was a steady, sustained, incredibly powerful pull. I heard the bones come together the same way you did. Of course, you probably felt it in his ankle, too, didn't you?" Again she nodded slowly. "I put the splint into position. Finished yet? My darling wife, Kathy? You jest! She has to supervise cleaning Tony off. Then she supervises her own hosing down — twice, yet." By now, Kathy was grinning because she could see where he was going. Continuing, he said, "What now? She looks around and sees that everything is under control. So what? So now she is free to have her breakdown — and does!" Then he looked at her closely and she was startled to see tears at the corners of his eyes. He said, "Darling, you did know the risks you were running, didn't you? You came within of matter of seconds of being crushed when the shoring finally gave way completely. And you knew it would happen before you jumped in, didn't you?" Again there was the small nod. He held her tightly and whispered, "I seem to recall a lovely girl saying something about being a dedicated coward? How her husband was going to be the hero in the family? Do you remember?" Again, there was the nod. "Well, why, in hell, did you do it then?" In a very small voice, she replied, "Ken, you wouldn't have fit down there. The only way it could be done was by someone who's pretty thin. I was the only one, so..." "Coward?" he asked rhetorically in a whisper. "Not hardly! Only the bravest thing I have ever seen. Darling, you acted with a complete disregard for your own safety. Now how about we blow this dump?" "Oh, let's!" she exclaimed. Then her face fell as she added, "As soon as the ambulance arrives. I'm sure it will be here any minute..." Again he laughed. Then he said, "My darling, I love you so much. Yeah, she says, 'Let's blow the dump' — as soon as I'm sure that everything is completely taken care of." While they had been talking, they could hear the wail of sirens in the distance, but none had gotten close. Evidently, the traffic chaos engendered by the sewer collapse was more widespread than they had thought. Clearly, the vehicles were having to use out-of-the-way routes to reach them. Finally, though, they heard a siren get louder as it came in their direction. Then they saw the flashing red lights as an ambulance rolled up to the construction site. By this time Kathy was on her feet walking barefooted with the blanket wrapped around her to where Tony was lying on a blanket. When the EMT crew got out of their vehicle, she found that there was an emergency-medicine physician in it. The crew gathered around Tony while the doctor began his examination with Kathy, and now Ken, standing over him. As he conducted the exam, Tony began to come to. Then his eyes opened and they were clear. Looking around, he found Kathy and whispered hoarsely, "It was you, Kathy, wasn't it? You got me out of there." Kathy didn't say or do anything. Rather, Ken replied, "Yes, Tony, it was. I guess Kathy saved your life." When Tony reached out his hand, Kathy dropped to her knees beside him and took it. Then she bent over and kissed him tenderly on the lips. When she did, he smiled a wonderful smile and went to sleep. As he did, the doctor had completed his examination. "Who took care of this man?" he demanded. "I did, Doctor," Kathy replied. "I hope I didn't screw things up too badly." He looked up at her and realized for the first time that she was wrapped in a blanket. Having seen the situation, he guessed much of the rest. "I don't think he could have been handled this well if we had him in our hospital," he replied. Then he asked, "You were swimming in that sewer water, weren't you?" Kathy just nodded. He went to his bag, took out the most powerful broad-spectrum antibiotic he had, and asked, "Do you mind a couple of shots?" Kathy shook her head. He injected her with the antibiotic and followed it with a shot for typhoid fever. When she fainted at the second shot, Ken, who had his arm around her began to laugh again. The doctor looked at him strangely and Ken explained, "This is so typical of my wife." Then he quickly explained what Kathy had done. By the time he finished his brief account, the doctor's jaw was hanging down. Then Ken grinned and added, "You see, Doctor, my wife only cries or faints when there's nothing else that needs doing. After all, she has to demonstrate that she's a weak female, doesn't she?" The doctor just shook his head and then thought a moment. "Do you mean to tell me that she set this leg by herself? It's medically impossible!" Members of the crew standing around quickly supported Ken's story: It had been Kathy, all by herself. One even explained how she had planted her bare foot in Tony's groin and just pulled. "Doctor," he said, "we're guys who work with our hands and pride ourselves on our strength. I don't know what amount of pull she was exerting. I do know that I have never seen such muscles on anyone. Looking at Mrs. Carlson, you see a beautiful woman. But, Doctor, I'm here to tell you that her muscles were standing out inches from the strain — but she never let up until Tony's leg was back in place. How is it, by the way?" "I'm not an orthopedist," he replied, "but it looks to me like she has it on the button. I'll tell you right now, though, that at the hospital, they would have used a block and tackle along with a couple or three very strong orderlies. No doctor is expected to be able to exert the amount of pressure required to set a break like this — an amount of pressure Mrs. Carlson exerted with her bare hands!" Just then Kathy's eyelids fluttered, and then opened. She looked around and found Ken in the crowd. Grinning, she said, "I did it again, didn't I" "If you mean, did you faint?" Ken replied. "The answer is yes. It's also true that you did it when there wasn't anything else to do except to act like a weak woman," he finished with a grin. Turning to the doctor, he asked, "Am I correct in assuming that you don't need us for anything else? Can I take her home now?" Before answering, the doctor extended his hand to Kathy who automatically took it in her own firm grip. He said, "Mrs. Carlson, that was the finest rescue I have ever heard of in my entire life. Thank you for saving Mr. Rossi's life and for doing our job for us ... Far better than we could have done it, I might add." Kathy fell asleep almost as soon as she got in the car and was still sleeping when they got back to their apartment. Ken picked her up, carried her inside, and lay her on the bed. He ran the bathtub with very hot water, then carried her from the bed, and gently eased her in. When she came in contact with the water she awakened and then sighed with pleasure. Ken knelt on the floor and carefully washed her off, then let her just soak. After he drained the tub and turned on the shower, he began to shampoo her hair. By this time, she was kneeling, and he was using the shower head which was attached to a flexible tube to repeatedly rinse it. Then he conditioned her hair and rinsed it again. Finally, he refilled the tub, added scented bath crystals and just let her soak. Kathy fell asleep again. Lifting her out of the tub, he carefully dried her body and then carried her into the bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he quickly undressed and got in beside her. Placing her head on his shoulder, he then cupped her now-very-firm tit with his hand and they both slept. Just before he dropped off to sleep, he glanced at the clock and found it wasn't even two o'clock yet. When they awakened at six, Kathy insisted on fixing dinner in spite of his objections. After eating, they both carefully dressed and then went off to the hospital to visit Tony Rossi. ------- Chapter 10 As they entered the hospital, Kathy was completely unaware of the fact that she had achieved her desired appearance. Now she was a slender brown-haired vision of beauty as she walked with her long-legged stride at Ken's side, moving with the unconscious grace of a great cat. She was oblivious to the looks that followed their passage. Her posture was straight and her breasts were proudly upthrust. The fact that they could be seen moving under the light material of her yellow shirtwaist dress did not concern her in the slightest. At least a couple of men who might otherwise have been tempted to approach her took one look at Ken's size and just went back to daydreaming about her. Finding Tony's room they knocked softly and walked in. As they did, a couple of members of his crew were just leaving. When Tony saw them, his eyes lighted up, but Kathy saw something else in his eyes besides pleasure. She couldn't figure it out. Approaching his bedside, she extended her hand which he took and held. "Hi, Tony," she said softly. "How are you feeling?" He pushed a call button on his pillow and then said, "I'm fine, all thanks to you, Mrs. Carlson," he said in a husky voice. "Mrs. Carlson?" Kathy protested. "What's this all about?" Instead of answering, Tony looked at her hand that he was still holding in his. She was puzzled as he just held it and examined it, noting her long slim fingers, perfectly-formed, unpainted nails, and the smoothness of her skin. Then he lifted her hand to his lips and softly kissed the back of her fingers, murmuring, "Madonna." When he looked at her, Kathy was startled to see that tears were flowing from his eyes. Then he asked plaintively, "Madonna, can you ever forgive me?" "Forgive you for what, Tony?" she demanded. "And what's this 'Madonna' nonsense?" He smiled softly and replied, "Madonna means 'my lady' in Italian, Mrs. Carlson. That's what you are. My grandfather used to tell us about the old days in Italy. He farmed a small piece of land that belonged to a nobleman. Repeatedly, he told us about the marchessa — a true noblewoman. She was beautiful and kind and considerate of everyone. Grandfather worshiped her and would gladly have given his life for her." Looking piercingly into Kathy's eyes, he continued, "Only now do I know what he meant." Now his tears began to flow in earnest as Tony went on, "Of course, when I meet my lady, do I strew flowers in her path? Do I beg leave to kiss her hand? Me? Tony Rossi? Hah! I have her clean out the shit-house." His voice broke and now he was sobbing, but still trying to speak in his husky whisper, "This beautiful hand was scrubbing shit. Then I have an accident. The boys just told me all about it: How you stripped naked, climbed down into that flooding trench that you knew was going to collapse..." Now his eyes were piercing into hers as he asked, "You did know it, didn't you?" All Kathy could do was nod her head. She felt like she was pinned to the floor by his eyes. "Anyway, you swim in that filth. With all the time you took cutting off my boot, they thought you were dead. There was no way anyone could hold his breath as long as you did. Then you popped to the surface covered with slime and filth, gasped in some more air, dove down and finished the job. No one knows or will ever know how you pulled my foot out of the trapped boot — probably the same way you later aligned my broken leg bones: with superhuman strength. "Is it over?" Tony continued. "Of course not. You get me to the surface and out of the trench seconds before the walls caved in completely. Then you start giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, drawing out the sewage I swallowed into your own mouth. You made me come back to life. Then, still naked and covered with filth yourself, you pull my broken bone back in place. Finally, you make sure I'm cleaned off, cleaning my face yourself." His tears were flowing freely and the story he had told was frequently broken with pauses when he could no longer talk through his weeping. Finally he whispered again, "Madonna — My Lady!" and softly kissed the back of her hand again. By this time Kathy's tears were flowing, too, and a couple dripped on Tony's face when she bent over, despite his protests, and kissed him full on the lips. It was the most tender, most loving kiss Tony had ever had, and came from the softest lips. When she stood up again, he had his hand to his lips and a look of wonder in his eyes. Only then did he turn to Ken and acknowledge his presence. "Carlson, you better take care of this princess — my lady! She is the bravest, most courageous person I have ever met — and certainly the most beautiful!" While he had been talking, a nurse had stuck her head in the room. Tony was talking at the time and just nodded once in her direction and she withdrew. Now, after a soft knock on the door, a doctor entered. Tony introduced him as Dr. Scott, the orthopedic surgeon on his case. Only then did Kathy realize that Tony's leg was still enclosed in the metal emergency splint that she had put on it earlier. Scott saw her look of surprise and started to laugh. "I'm sure you're wondering why Tony's leg is still in your splint, aren't you?" "I sure am," she replied, utterly baffled that apparently nothing had been done. "The answer is very simple, Mrs. Carlson," the doctor replied. "We've been trying to figure out how to get it out of yours and into ours without lousing up his leg." "Good heavens!" she exclaimed in dismay. "I don't know very much, and you're telling me I really screwed it up, aren't you? Will he be all right? Can you possibly repair the damage I caused?" Scott's head had been shaking and he was laughing even harder. Tony was now laughing as well. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Carlson," the doctor explained. "I didn't explain it very well. You see, what you did was a perfect closed reduction of a fractured tibia — badly fractured, I might add. The bone alignment is absolutely perfect." Then he grinned and added, "Lest you think we did nothing, it's just not true. For example, we carefully cleaned off the splint — there was a lot of dirt around it; we gave Tony a bath — your work with the hose wasn't quite up to our hospital's standards..." He looked around as if trying to recall the services the hospital had performed. Then he brightened and added, "Oh, I almost forgot! We fed him, too." Then Scott looked at Kathy closely and asked, "May I look at your arm, please?" Kathy was wearing a sleeveless dress in yellow that was very bright and cheerful in color. Looking puzzled, she extended her hand. He took it in his left hand while with his right he ran his fingers up her inner arm and then up to her upper arm. He asked her to make a fist and expand her biceps, which she did. Then he just held her hand in both of his and looked at it. "It's impossible," he said softly. "Mrs. Carlson, you could not possibly do what you so obviously did. With Tony's musculature, you could not have exerted, let alone maintained, the pressure required to pull his lower leg bone down to realign with the upper piece. You see, powerful muscles such as Tony's are great — unless a bone breaks. Then, the natural contraction of the muscles pulls the bone together. But when it's no longer joined, it is, in effect, pulling the ends farther apart." He looked at her and just shook his head. "How, in hell, did you do it? Because physically, you just could not." Kathy just shook her head, not knowing what to say. But Tony spoke up saying, "Doctor, just before the Carlsons arrived, a couple of the boys were in. They told me about it. You see, Mrs. Carlson was completely naked when she was working on me. There was nothing to conceal anything. They tell me they have never seen the muscle development on a human that this woman has. You wouldn't expect it would you? But," he continued, "when she has her foot in my groin and is holding my ankle with both hands and is pulling, muscles were popping out on her legs, shoulders and arms that blew my guys away. But as you know, it wasn't a sudden jerk. It was a very powerful steady pull while she focuses on getting the alignment as good as she could. That's how she did it, Doctor." "Mrs. Carlson, how much do you charge for orthopedic services? Why don't you send us your bill and we'll handle it in our usual way: Mark it up 400 percent, type it on our bill-head, and send it on to Tony. Would that be okay?" he asked with a grin. "Lady, you did it all. We did nothing. Now we're just trying to keep from screwing up your brilliant work." As an afterthought he added, "By the way, have you been medically examined? Swimming in sewage is not normally conducive to one's health." She said she hadn't and he grinned again and offered her a complete examination on the house. "Why don't you come down when you finish here? The nurses will tell you where to find me." With that, he withdrew from the room. Tony turned back to Ken and picked up where he had left off. "Carlson, she's a hero, and you better take care of her." Kathy hugged Ken's arm and spoke before he could, "You have that completely wrong, Tony. In the Carlson household, Ken's the hero; I'm the committed coward. Tony, Ken has a fistful of medals from the Army." Suddenly there was an expression of utter shock, followed by dismay, followed by tears. So softly, they could scarcely hear him as he murmured, "Carlson's Rangers ... You're that Ken Carlson, aren't you?" Ken grinned and said, "I guess a few idiots nicknamed us that. Actually, Tony, it was Alpha Company, First Ranger Battalion, U.S. Army." Tears were streaming in a flood now, and Tony could scarcely talk. He appeared to be in far worse condition than when he had been crying over his treatment of Kathy. "Does the name, Michael Rossi mean anything to you? Sergeant Michael Rossi?" he asked softly while his eyes drilled into Ken's. "Michael Rossi?" Suddenly, Ken's face lighted like a Christmas tree, "Mike Rossi? My God! Are you his father? Mike was one of the best men I ever had." Suddenly Tony's tears turned into a flood. She didn't know what the trouble was, but Kathy couldn't stand to watch his obvious suffering. She bent over the bed, hugged his shoulders, and began to lightly kiss his face whispering, "Tony, what's wrong? What have we done to you? Please stop, Tony. You're killing me with your tears." With an effort of will, largely triggered by his embarrassment at causing Kathy any pain, he regained control. He held Kathy's hand and looked at her steadily. "Madonna," he said, "you don't know the half of it. I think I know far more about Ken Carlson than you do — at least the military side of it. You see, my son, Mike, jokes about how they finally double-crossed Captain Carlson and got him some hardware. You see, that was the most decorated unit in the whole military. Carlson's was the unit with the motto, 'Leave no one behind.' "You see, most of the time they operated deep behind enemy lines. The unit suffered 150 percent casualties. That means that everyone was a casualty on average one-and-a-half times. Killed in action? None. Missing in action? None. They were all wounded, all brought back, and all the wounded later moved heaven and earth to rejoin their unit. "Medals? It was the unit joke! You see, Ken Carlson personally deserves almost all of them. Why a joke? Because he would assiduously write up the events of an action. The only thing is, he changed the names. For example, my son, Mike, also has a DSC. His citation tells how his commanding officer and three men were trapped in front of the main body and were all wounded. Mike, with a complete disregard for his own life, went through enemy fire, eliminating two groups of the enemy who had the CO trapped, and then brought back all the men. He jokes about it: The Army never caught on. You see, he was wounded — got the Purple Heart, too — Captain Carlson wasn't. Mike was the one trapped and Ken was the guy who got them out. "What finally happened to get him a few of his medals? It was only when Ken was wounded deep behind enemy lines. When they finally got him out, he was in bad shape, so he couldn't protect himself. This time, the rest of the guys made sure he finally got at least a couple of the medals that he deserved. Carlson? When he came out of action, all he cared about were his Kathy-grams..." Again Tony's face dropped. "But ... But ... But you're Kathy!" Looking at her he asked, "Did you always write Ken using the same blue notepaper, and always write in blue ink?" Kathy shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, Tony. I was just a schoolgirl stuck in a rut. But what does that... ?" "You made the whole damned unit go, is what it means. Your letters were christened Kathy-grams and were known to just about everyone over there. In fact, Mike tells me that in some places the mail clerks used to keep them apart in a little stack. When Ken and the boys came out of the jungle they would give him the stack with the oldest letter on top, all tied up with blue ribbon. Then Ken would go off by himself and read them in order. Like all the other guys, he seldom wrote. But those letters of yours just came and came and came. "To the guys, they loved to see it. You see, their asses could really be dragging after a tough mission. Then Ken would sit down and read your letters. They watched from a distance, and it was almost like seeing a battery being recharged. The more he read, the more he came back to life. By the time he was finished with the last one, he was fully recharged and would then recharge his troops." Tony, looking very interested now, asked, "What did you say in your letters, Kathy? Are they still around?" Kathy grinned ruefully, shook her head in exasperation and replied, "I'm afraid so, Tony. I keep trying to get rid of them but Ken tells me that if I do, he'll get rid of me in the same dumpster. They're still at home. As for what I said, it was just childish schoolgirl nonsense. I don't know why Ken even bothered to read them, let alone keep them." Once more Tony's tears were running in a stream. He said, "The Rossi family owes its very existence to the Carlsons. How does Tony repay this incredible debt? By dumping on both of them. Ken saves the son, and his wife saves the father. In each case, prepared to lay down his life to save a Rossi." Looking at Ken he said, "You did it for my son!" Turning to Kathy he said, "And you did it for me?" Now he broke down completely and cried, "Kathy, how could you? How could you possibly care about a son of a bitch who degraded you, defiled you, and tried to break you? How could you, Kathy? Oh God! How?" Then, with his eyes blazing, he said, "Katherine Carlson, I solemnly swear that anything you ever ask of me, you will get. And that includes my life! Do you understand!?" Leaning over, she kissed him sweetly on the lips and whispered, "I understand, Tony." Then she said, "I did it, Tony, because you're too good a man to lose. Okay? Can we just leave it at that?" Just then the door opened and a young, dark-haired man appeared wearing the uniform of an Army master sergeant. He saw Ken and then did a quick double-take. Suddenly he snapped to rigid attention and executed a meticulous salute. "Captain Kenneth Carlson: Master Sergeant Michael Rossi, reporting for duty, Sir!" he declared, putting an exclamation point after the word, sir. Ken returned the salute with the same precision and then the two men were in each other's arms. Michael Rossi's jaw dropped when he learned that his father's life had been saved by the wife of the man who had saved his. Pulling up a chair, he sank down on it in stunned amazement. Kathy looked at Tony and could see that he was wearing out. Beyond the injury and near-death, there was the major emotional shocks of the last hours. Kathy tugged on Ken's arm and they left the room leaving the two Rossis alone. Returning to the waiting area outside his room, they found a middle-aged man talking to a beautiful young woman showing the earliest signs of pregnancy. She had lustrous dark hair, vivid grey eyes, and appeared Eurasian. They were about to pass by towards the nurses station to ask about Dr. Scott, when Mike Rossi, who had ducked out after them, caught up. He said, "Before you go, Captain, there are two people I would very much like you to meet. First, this is my wife, Michelle. Mickey, this is Captain Carlson. You've certainly heard enough about him!" What followed next utterly stunned the Carlsons. The girl's eyes widened when she heard the name. Then she dropped to her knees on the floor and kissed Ken's shoes. Kathy recovered first. Dropping to her knees, she took the girl in her arms and just held her tight. Only then did she realize that tears were pouring from the girl's eyes. Kathy helped her up and assisted her to a sofa where they both sat down. "What's wrong, Michelle?" she asked. "What did you do? Why, in God's name, did you kiss Ken's feet?" The girl looked into Kathy's eyes and saw sympathy and concern. And love. She smiled warmly and replied, "Because that is the appropriate way to greet one's savior. Ken Carlson is my savior." Then looking at Kathy she asked guilelessly, "Who are you? You are incredibly beautiful." "I'm Kathy Carlson," she replied. "I'm Ken's wife." The girl's mouth formed a surprised 'O' and she said, "Kathy-grams? Was that you?" Kathy just nodded with a sheepish little smile. Now the girl studied Kathy carefully. Finally she said, "It is right." "What's right?" Kathy asked. "It is right that Kenneth Carlson should be married to a goddess." Then she looked at Kathy with suspicion and lowered her voice, asking, "Are you good to him? In bed, I mean? Do you take him often between your thighs?" "I sure try awful hard," Kathy replied with a grin. "But you'll have to ask Ken if I'm any good or not. He says I am, but I always end up unconscious, so I don't really know." Seeing that Mike had disappeared back into Tony's room, she turned back to the girl and asked, "Why aren't you in there with him? He is your father-in-law." Tears came to the girl's eyes and she shook her head. "He does not acknowledge my existence. The disgrace of his life was Mike's insistence on marrying me." Her face appeared tortured as she continued, "I knew it would never work. I am a stripper, a whore..." She swallowed hard and said, "I wanted to be his mistress. He refused. The only way he would take me was as his wife, so Mrs. Carlson, I had to say yes! I had no choice..." Suddenly Kathy had an idea. She asked, "Look, Dr. Scott wants to poke and probe at me. Would you care to keep me company? I would love it if you would. It looks like Ken is tied up, and Mike will probably be with Tony for a while..." The woman agreed. After telling Ken what she was doing, they were directed to Scott's office. When they arrived, he greeted them and called for a physician and a gynecologist to join them. The three went into his adjacent examining room to wait for the others. After introducing Michelle to Dr. Scott, Kathy took the waiting time as an opportunity to find out more about this beautiful girl. She learned that Michelle — Mickey — was French and Vietnamese. Her father, an officer in the French Army, had been killed years earlier before the French had pulled out. The money left to her mother had paid for her education in convent schools and on into college. Then the war swept through the little village where they lived. The Viet Cong murdered her mother and destroyed their home. Mickey was barely able to escape with her life. After making her way to Saigon, she finally got a job as a stripper. With her full breasts — a contrast to the Vietnam norm — she became an attraction. She met Mike when he came into the establishment one night. Ever after, people said that her finest dancing was when Mike was there, and she was dancing for him alone. The girl looked at Kathy and said, "Your husband, Ken, was the only Ranger who never came in. Kathy, the men loved Ken dearly. But they used to kid him, because whenever they were off the line — which wasn't very often — while the men got drunk and chased anything in skirts, Ken just lay in his bunk rereading his Kathy-grams." Then her eyes flashed and she added with a small grin, "He should have come to see me, too. I think I was pretty good. He might have liked me." Then she grinned, shook her head sadly and added, "Of course, that was before I knew what I was up against. Mrs. Carlson, I used to be pretty proud of my body ... until tonight, when I met you. You are spectacular! No wonder Captain Carlson just wanted to stay in his room and dream about you." Scott and Kathy finally learned that, when the Americans pulled out of Vietnam, Mike and two of the other men got their girls to a small village near the coast. "Kathy," she said with her tears flowing, "they said Carlson's Rangers motto was 'Leave no one behind'. They swore they would come back and get us." Then, with her tears flowing, she told how, when Ken had been wounded and the whole unit had been pulled back to the Philippines for long-overdue R&R, Mike and the others somehow organized a rescue mission. "They made it just in time," she finished. "They came back one night. That day the three of us had been arrested and were being held at an army barracks. They had us all naked and were holding a lottery to set the order of raping us. Just as they were settling things, Mike and his friends hit. They got us all out, leaving only dead North Vietnamese behind." By the time she finished the story, Kathy's tears were flowing, too. The girl added only one thing to her story: "Mike took my virginity on our wedding night, Mrs. Carlson. I was so happy that I still had it to give him!" By this time the other doctors had arrived. Kathy casually stripped off her clothes and let them examine her. With her legs spread wide by the stirrups exposing her now-gaping cunt, the gynecologist gave her a careful douche, while the physician carefully examined her ears, eyes, nose, and other openings for any sign of developing infection or any residue from the sewage. Kathy, Mickey noted, seemed completely unconcerned — indeed, even unaware — of her nakedness. Meanwhile, Dr. Scott just observed, most particularly watching the way she moved. By the time his colleagues had completed their parts and left after assuring Kathy that she was fine, he just let out a low whistle. "What's that all about?" Kathy asked while she was getting dressed again. "I was just agreeing with Tony," he replied. "You are the most magnificent physical specimen I have ever seen." Turning to the other girl he asked, "Mickey, you were a stripper. What do you think?" "I think she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen on two feet. I used to think of myself as being graceful until I saw Mrs. Carlson move..." "Look, damn it! Mickey, this has gone on far enough. The name is Kathy. Okay? It's even easier for a foreigner to say than Mrs. Carlson. Now knock it off! It's Kathy. And it's particularly Kathy to a girl who went through hell on earth to finally get to America. Mickey, I only hope it was worth the struggle." Then she added, "Speaking personally, I think it's just wonderful. I think the United States is very lucky to have you." Mickey blushed and said, "Thank you very much, Kathy." They returned to the waiting area and found Mike was now with Ken and the other man. Kathy went back into Tony's room and found him on the verge of falling asleep. Notwithstanding, what was on Kathy's mind would not wait. He looked up and smiled when she came in and asked, "You look like something is troubling you, Madonna. What is it?" "Tony, you said that you would do anything for me that was in your power to do. Did you mean it?" "Of course, I meant it!" he replied vehemently, looking hurt. "Great!" Kathy exclaimed with the most brilliant smile on her face that Tony had ever seen. "I want you to welcome your daughter to your family." "I have no daughter," Tony replied with his face impassive and his eyes dead. "Oh yes, you do!" Kathy exclaimed. Then she meticulously told him Mickey's story. She ended it by saying, "So, Tony, your son, Mike, took Mickey's virginity on their wedding night. He took it with all her love and gratitude that she still had it to give him." Then she shook her head and continued, "Tony, that girl is carrying your grandchild in her body. She is a beauty, a loving wife, and I'm sure will be a loving daughter to you. "On the other hand, Tony, if you continue what you're doing, you will lose your son. You love him and he loves you. And, for some reason that totally escapes me, Mickey — your daughter-in-law, Michelle — loves you, too. Now how about it?" she demanded, glaring at him. There were tears in his eyes, and yet his eyes were bright as he slowly shook his head and said, "Well, Madonna, you have to give me points for consistency. I dump on all the people I should love. I did it to Ken, I did it to you, and now you show me how I'm doing it to my daughter." The flow of tears increased as he asked, "Will she forgive me, Kathy? Will my daughter forgive me?" Kathy's eyes were bright with her own tears as she replied, "Let's find out." Leaving the room, she asked Mickey to come in with her alone. Taking the girl by the hand she led her into Tony's room and to his bedside. Softly, she said, "Michelle, I would like you to meet your new father, Anthony Rossi. Tony, this is your new daughter, Mickey." As she said it, Tony's arms reached out and the girl leaped into them. Kathy quietly left the room leaving them in each other's arms. Rejoining the group, Mike looked up and realized his wife was missing. Kathy explained that she was busy getting acquainted with her new father. Mike's jaw dropped and then he said, "Uncle Mike, this is the woman we've been talking about. Mrs. Carlson, I would like you to meet my namesake, Mike Higgins, the owner of Higgins Construction and my father's closest friend." Then he shook his head and added, "And Uncle Mike, I guess we'll have to add 'miracle worker' to her other qualifications. Mrs. Carlson, Uncle Mike and I have been trying for years to get Dad and Mickey together." With his eyes very sad, he added, "I vowed that if Dad didn't accept Mickey by the time our baby is born, it would be all over. As much as I love him, I love Mickey even more. She is my wife and is about to become the mother of my child. What more can I say? I adore the woman. She is my life." Mike Higgins was another big man. When Mike Rossi finished his statement, he said, "Kathy, Ken and I have been talking for a while. Would you allow me to buy you two a drink? I would appreciate it very much." They agreed. Leaving their car in the hospital garage, they went in Higgins' limousine to a restaurant and lounge located on the top floor of a downtown office building. Kathy was amused to find it was the building where Clifford & Jamison had its offices. ------- Chapter 11 Mike Higgins was a big man. He was also a quiet man who preferred to listen rather than to talk. As they sat around the table in the glass-enclosed top-floor lounge, he looked at Ken and Kathy Carlson and marveled. First, he thought, they are a perfectly-matched couple. Second, they are obviously deeply in love. Being very observant, he noticed that they had an almost palpable need to touch each other and to be touched. Now Kathy's hand was just resting in Ken's and she seemed to draw something from the contact. Earlier, he had tried to explain his relationship to the Rossis. His wife had died of bone cancer years earlier and they had been childless. As a result, Mike Rossi had become the son he had never had and he loved him as much as if he were his own. He tried to explain to them what a marvelous thing they had done, saving the lives of both Mike and his father. Only then did a new thought cross his mind: These two people were incredibly heroic! Even though Mike Rossi had told him all the stories of Carlson's Rangers, it had always been in terms of telling jokes — putting something over on the REMFs — rear echelon mother-fuckers. Suddenly it occurred to Mike that it was the standard way in which men who live in great danger maintain their sanity: by making light of it. But it's all true! he thought. This man may be the greatest military hero who has ever lived. And this woman served as his inspiration — the Kathy-grams were anything but jokes — and she is unbelievably courageous in her own right. Something else registered and he decided to speak. "Ken," he said softly, "I just realized that you don't see beautiful women as women, do you?" When Ken looked baffled and then started to protest, Mike held up his hand and added, "Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying you're blind or anything. What I am saying is they register on your brain as people, but not as attractive women. You have eyes for only one: Kathy." Turning to Kathy he grinned and said, "And you're the same way with men. They just don't exist for you, do they?" Ken gave her hand a light squeeze and then smiled ruefully at Mike. "I guess you're right, but I never thought of it quite that way," he replied. "Of course, when I wake up every morning and see Kathy's head on my shoulder and feel her body molded against my side ... She claims it's why she tries to stay so limber: to better shape her body to mine. Then, I have my hand cupping the most perfect tit God ever put on a woman. It's so soft and warm, yet firm and wonderful. Sometimes I'll move my head just the slightest bit to get a whiff of her perfume ... Don't get me wrong, though. Kathy doesn't really use perfume. It's just that her body has the sweetest, most beautifully clean smell. I just love it. Then I'll squeeze her tit in the lightest way and her eyes instantly pop open. Often, she's sleeping with her head turned toward me with her cheek on my shoulder, so she's looking right at me when her eyes open. What do I see? I see the most incredibly bright, warm eyes looking at me with her love shining in them. Mr. Higgins, it is her love for me that I see." Then he smiled and said, "When you sleep with twenty-four carat gold in your arms every night, why waste time with silver?" Then he turned toward Kathy. As he did, her lips were moving towards his — almost by prearrangement, Mike thought — and they met. It was the most beautiful kiss Mike had ever seen. The only things touching were their lips, yet he could almost see the electricity flowing between them. When they eased apart, he heard Kathy say softly, "Thank you, darling. That was so delicious!" Then she looked at Mike and said, "As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing better in life than to feel Ken's strong arm around me just holding me close every night. He has the most marvelous man-smell, too. When I'm in his arms I feel so warm and snugly and safe ... I just adore it." Then she smiled warmly and added, "But you know what's really great? Often, in the morning, I'll just roll on top of Ken. I cross my arms on his chest and rest my chin on my hands. I'm on top of the most powerful body in the world. He has a wonderfully broad chest." Then with a guilty little grin she added, "I really love to raise my tits just enough so only my nipples touch his wonderful hairy chest. Then I just rotate and feel the marvelous stimulation of his coarse hair on my nipples." Then she frowned and said, "Of course, I can only do it for a couple of minutes. By then I'm so desperate to have him inside me, I have to stop." Then she took one of Ken's hands in hers and said, "Look at this hand. It's so big and strong. But at the same time, Ken has become so sensitive, he can bring me to orgasm without ever touching my cunt. This hand moves on my body with the most incredible feather-light touch! It's absolutely unbelievable." Then she frowned and added, "Who would ever believe it? And he's a ditch digger, too." Suddenly Kathy changed the subject completely. She asked, "Mr. Higgins, how's your company doing?" "Before I answer, Mrs. Carlson, could you do me a tremendous favor? Please call me Mike? No one ever calls me Mr. Higgins." She grinned and stuck out her hand. "It's a deal," she said, "Provided you call us Ken and Kathy. Okay?" "It's a deal, Kathy," he replied. Then his face fell as he said, "In answer to your question, not well. If only..." Then an idea occurred to him and he said, "My God! How stupid can one man be? Ken, you're going into your last year of law school, right?" Ken said that was true. Then Higgins continued, "Great! When you graduate, you can be my lawyer. Will you? I think we bill about a million a year in legal fees." Then he frowned and said, "For what, I'm never sure, but that's what I pay." Kathy swallowed hard and then said, "Mr. Higgins — Mike — if I were a lawyer, what I'm about to say could get me hauled up in front of the Disciplinary Committee of the Bar Association ... But since I'm not and never will be, here goes: Mike, who in hell prepares your contracts?" Higgins shook his head and said, "I guess it depends on which one. The fact is that we worked with a good lawyer for years. Unfortunately, he was a solo practitioner, so when he retired a few years ago, we had no other relationship. But why do you ask, Kathy?" "Because if our understanding is correct, you still don't even have a signed contract for the job we've been working on. You're still exchanging drafts, right?" Then remembering the contract she had redrafted, she pulled it out from her purse. Since it had been sitting there for weeks, it was now badly crumpled, but Kathy didn't care. She continued, "Ken asked me to look over the most recent draft of the contract applicable to our job. He didn't like it, and frankly, neither do I. If you don't mind crumpled paper, would you please read this one?" She passed it to him. After smoothing it out on the tabletop, he began to read. When he finished he said, "It's all there, Kathy, but where's the contract? I don't understand." She grinned and said, "Mike, that is a contract. In spite of what a lot of lawyers would like to have you believe, you don't need a whole bunch of 'whereas', 'party of the first part', and all that bullshit. A contract is nothing more than an offer, an acceptance, and a consideration, i.e., money. That's really all there is." Mike looked at Kathy with new interest and asked, "I know what Ken does, Kathy, but I don't know much about you. What do you do for a living? Besides cleaning out shit-houses, I mean." Then, with a shake of his head and a small grin, he pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket and passed it to her saying, "This is yours. I almost forgot I had it with me." She looked at it, laughed, and passed it on to Ken. It was a commendation from the Los Angeles County Health Department for operating and maintaining hygienic toilet facilities on a construction job site. The citation went on to state that the facilities were at least as clean as any found in operating office buildings, and Higgins Construction was to be commended for its achievement. Kathy cutely stuck out the tip of her pink tongue in Ken's direction and said, "See? Someone appreciates my talent. I am, too, good for something." Mike said, "Kathy, Tony told me what he did to you and how you responded. The more I get to know you, the harder it is for me to understand why you did it. Those toilets were utterly filthy! Why, Kathy?" She sat up straight in her chair and told Mike what she had earlier told others: "Mike, my husband, Ken, is a real hero. I found out tonight a little bit of how courageous he really is. He's a natural-born leader, and he's brilliant. He'll have straight A's in law school this coming year, yet he's working as a ditch digger." Now her eyes were blazing as she said, "If my husband is not too good to dig ditches, you better believe that his wife isn't too good to clean up shit. I can't match him for strength, but it doesn't take a lot of strength to clean up a mess — just a strong stomach." Then she grinned and added, "Besides, it may have saved Tony's life. If I hadn't been up to my elbows in shit for weeks, I might not have been able to get into that sewage without vomiting. I guess I don't care anymore. Does that answer it?" Mike just slowly shook his head and said, "You know something? I think Tony's absolutely right. In fact, I think he's even more right than he knows. You are the most incredibly beautiful young woman I have ever seen. He calls you "Madonna" — my lady — and that's a fitting characterization. Yet at the same time you..." He didn't finish his thought. Instead, he went back to the contract and asked, "Kathy, you still didn't answer my question. What do you do?" She grinned and replied, "As a matter of fact, we're sitting almost exactly over my desk. I work one floor down as a legal secretary. I see a lot of contracts, I guess." "Then yours is a very informed judgment, isn't it?" He brightened and said, "I have an idea: How about if you handle my contract work until Ken gets placed? Could you do that?" She shook her head and said, "Mike, secretaries in law firms don't have clients. However, the firm has top-flight attorneys. Would you like me to make an appointment for you? For Monday, maybe?" He agreed and passed her his card. Then she told him she would call first thing Monday after she had a chance to check the partners' schedules. Earlier, while talking about the importance of the Rossis to him, Mike had said that he would do anything in his power for the Carlsons. While they had been talking, Kathy had noticed what a perfect night it was in Los Angeles. There was a full moon and there wasn't a cloud in the sky nor even a trace of the usual smog. The Pacific Ocean, miles to the west, was clearly visible. With an innocent expression on her face she asked, "Mike, earlier you said you would do anything at all within your power for Ken and me. Were you serious?" "Of course I was," he replied. "Why do you ask? Do you have something in mind?" "As a matter of fact, yes!" she said with a salacious grin. "Could you have another drink or something and excuse Ken and me for thirty minutes or so? Tonight, he's going to fulfill a dream of mine: He's going to fuck my ass off on my boss's desk. You see, her office is directly below us and has floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides like these," indicating the lounge's windows. "I've had this dream, you see. I want the blinds pulled open wide and then have Ken take me..." With a broad grin she indicated a couple of nearby office towers and said, "You're welcome to watch, Mike. You'll be able to see us from almost anywhere." Then she said, "Really, though, do you mind? It wouldn't have been necessary if we had taken our own car over, but since we left it at the hospital..." Mike just shook his head, called over the waitress and ostentatiously ordered a single drink. Kathy grinned, winked, and took Ken by the hand. When they opened the Clifford & Jamison office, Kathy turned on the lights in the reception area and then led the way back to Ali's office. Without turning on any other lights, she pulled the vertical blinds back to their stops, then quickly shed her clothes. Turning to Ken, she helped him undress while he was gently running his hands over her beautifully firm ass cheeks. She was fumbling because she appeared to be in such a hurry, so he asked her about it. She softly kissed him and said, "Darling, I have to rush! My cunt is so wet I'll be dripping on the carpet any second, and then Ali will really have my head!" When she had him bare, she lay back on Ali's desk with her legs spread wide. When he came close, she placed Ken's now-vibrating cock at the entrance to her vagina, locked her ankles behind his hips and pulled him into her. In spite of the hardness of the desk top, she reveled in the feeling as Ken drove inside her soaking-wet sheath. By now they were attuned to one another's needs. Again she used her incredible sensitivity to change tempo slightly each time she could feel her husband about to release. Finally, she could feel his cock begin to vibrate. Reaching under her legs she managed to get her fingers on his massive balls and then squeezed. With a scream, Ken let go. Kathy felt his hot cum flooding her uterus, then felt the most incredible sensation that just rose to a crescendo and ultimately shorted out her nervous system with an overload of sensation. This time, when she fainted, her head fell back and hit the desk top hard. As she regained consciousness, she felt the most marvelous sensation in her cunt. Looking down, she saw in the moonlight Ken's head at her slit and could feel his tongue probing into her crevices. Then she felt him harden his tongue, using it like a small cock to probe up into her vagina. "Eat me, Darling!" she whispered fiercely. "Oh, God, Ken! Eat your wife's dirty cunt. Bite me..." Then she screamed as he bit her sensitive clit, again causing her to black out again. When she regained consciousness, she was being held in his arm and she realized they were together on the leather sofa. Wriggling her ass, she enjoyed the feeling of the tanned leather on her bare bottom. Then she kissed Ken passionately, rose from the sofa and pulled him up, too. Taking him by the hand, she led him to the corner of the room where they could just stand in front of the window. Since he was standing behind her, she backed into him until she could feel the length of his body against her back. Meanwhile, Ken put his arms around her and cupped her beautiful tits. Twisting her head around, she managed to kiss him, feeling as she did the magnificent electricity. Then with a tiny grin on her face she whispered, "Ken, you're cheating." "Cheating?" he asked. "What am I doing?" "Darling, how can the people see my nips with your hands covering them? Is that fair? If you want to do something, spread my labia so they can see my clit ... I mean, Darling, they did pay their money, so..." He spun her around and kissed her hard. Then she dropped to her knees, cupped his balls and now semi-erect cock in her two hands and said, "And now, ladies and gentlemen, this is a cock. Isn't it beautiful?" Then she carefully used her tongue to lick off all of the juices now drying on it, and then to Ken's amazement, used her hair to dry it off. Because it was Saturday night, and the lounge was in a building located in an area of office structures, it didn't do much business on a night when all of the offices were closed. Mike Higgins was the only patron left when they returned. As they approached the table, he rose to greet them. Then he took Kathy in his arms and kissed her. When he did, he realized how soft her lips were and then experienced the tenderness and love in her kiss, although it was utterly lacking in passion. Then he held her close and smelled the fragrance that Ken had earlier described. She smelled so wonderfully young and fresh and clean. Holding her at arms length, he just said, "Wow! Young lady, you have just been very well fucked." Kathy just grinned and said, "Sure have! Did you see us? It was utterly spectacular." Then she gingerly rubbed the back of her head and said, "There's one thing I'll have to remember, though. When I passed out and my head hit the desk top, it was hard. Next time I'll have to put down some magazines or something..." Mike Higgins just laughed and escorted them out to his waiting car. Because they had been at the lounge all evening, none saw the evening news and its feature on the trench collapse and Kathy's rescue of Tony. However, a Channel 7 reporter who went to the hospital to try to interview Tony met Mike Rossi instead. Mike explained at length how Kathy had saved his father. Then he told about Kathy and Ken, finally telling the story of Ken's exploits in Vietnam. Mickey was by his side, filling in still more details. The Eleven O'clock Eyewitness News featured the incredible heroism of, first, Kathy Carlson and, then, that of her husband, Ken. The other network affiliates and the newspapers, scooped on the story, all mobilized their resources to try to catch up. ------- The next day was one of the most perfect days Ken had ever spent. Except for a marvelous brunch and then a wonderful dinner, he spent the entire day in bed with Kathy, just running his fingers over her body. They experimented with getting their partner to cum in the shortest possible time without touching any primary sex organs. It was an utterly delightful day of kissing, touching and making love. On Monday morning, when Kathy got to the office at eight, everyone ignored her. It was as if she wasn't present. Feeling hurt, she got her own coffee and just sat at the table listening to the girls chatter. She really loved them and was feeling hurt. At eight-fifteen, Ali arrived. She got her coffee, brought it to where Kathy was sitting and sat down. With her face impassive she said, "I hope you're satisfied, young lady." Kathy just looked at her, baffled. She had no idea what Ali was talking about. "A trench collapse? A secretary — our secretary — goes swimming in a sewer?" With her blue eyes blazing, she said, "My God! How incredibly unprofessional. And the phone's been ringing off the hook, we can't get any work done..." Glaring at Kathy, she demanded, "Young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" Tears were flowing from Kathy's eyes. She didn't really know what Ali was talking about but she knew she was in trouble. Through her tears she said, "I'm terribly sorry, Ali. I take full responsibility. I'll have my desk cleaned out in just a few minutes and..." "The hell you will!" Ali exclaimed. "Of all the stinking nerve! Do you think you can get away with it by just resigning? Why..." Suddenly her expression changed to one of incredible warmth and love. She wrapped her arms around the younger woman and then kissed her full on the lips. It was similar to the earlier kiss Ali had given her, but filled with so much more love. Then Kathy felt moisture on her cheek that was not her own. Moving back, she saw that Ali's face had crumpled and tears were pouring from her eyes in a flood. "But Ali, what's wrong? Why are you crying like that? And I'll leave my stuff so you can be sure I'm not taking anything that belongs to the Firm. I would appreciate it, though, if you could send me my things. I think there are..." Ali was just shaking her head in negation. Finally she said, "Kathy, please remember one thing about us: Both individually and as a group we are the world's largest collection of hopeless teasers. We can't resist." Then she held Kathy by the arms and looked into her eyes. "What do we learn yesterday? We hear that you saved the life of the foreman on a construction site — and almost lost your own in the process. You swim in sewage, naked. You give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, in spite of the fact that you're drinking sewage to do it. Somehow — and no one knows how — you set a broken leg, and do it perfectly." Ali stopped and now her face was transformed into the brightest smile Kathy had ever seen. It was what they called Ali's sunshine smile and now it was shining brilliantly on her. "Darling, I have never been so thrilled and yet so scared at the same time. I learned that, if you had been in that trench just a few more seconds you would have been buried alive." She shook her head slowly and said, "Lady, your bravery, courage and skill are overwhelming!" With that the rest of the girls crowded around. Kathy felt she was being buried in a mass of slim young bodies and wonderful warm kisses. With a big grin she said, "Oh, shit! If you all insist!" With that she sprawled out flat on the carpet. The girls whooped with glee, and recognized the opportunity. In an instant they had stripped off all of her clothes and were covering her face and body with their kisses while telling her how much they loved her. Finally, they let her up and she dressed again. It was almost nine o'clock before she was able to tell Ali about Mike Higgins. Ali said she could see him at any time. When she called Mike, they agreed on eleven o'clock. Promptly at eleven, Judy called to announce a visitor and Kathy went out to the reception room to greet him. As she led Mike back to Ali's office, she giggled as his head pivoted around to be able to watch Judy until the door closed. Then, when she introduced him to Ali, his jaw dropped. He extended his hand and Ali took it in a firm grip, then seated him on the sofa. She sat in one flanking chair and Kathy sat in the one opposite. Mike was still shaking his head. Finally, he said, "Mrs. Clifford, I am struck dumb. When I met Kathy for the first time on Saturday, I thought she was the most beautiful, most perfect female alive. Then I come in this morning and am greeted by a blonde goddess at the reception desk. Then I see you!" His forehead crinkled as he asked, "Is it contagious or something? Do you breed these girls specially? Or... ?" Ali laughed heartily and said, "First, the name is Ali. As for the rest ... They are beautiful girls, aren't they? With no modesty, I have to say that the only variation among them is a little in height and in hair color. Aside from that..." She just shrugged and then said, "But that's not why you're here. And please may I call you Mike?" He agreed instantly and then got down to business. First he showed Ali the draft contract for the current job. She went through it carefully three times, frowning more each time. When she returned it to him, he gave her Kathy's draft without saying a word. Now Ali read it quickly, smiled and said, "This is more like it. I guess your attorney is finally learning how to draft a contract." Now it was Mike's turn to shake his head. He said, "Wrong, Ali. I'm certain now that he is beyond hope. The second contract was drafted by Kathy Carlson. Is it any good?" "With no modesty at all, Mike, it's outstanding. I guess I should have known. You see, Kathy really does do it all for us. I don't think Ginger or Sandy or I have drafted a contract since..." Ali looked up at the ceiling, thinking. Then she smiled her sunshine smile and finished her sentence: " ... since ever! We just tell Kathy what we want the contract to do and she does it." Then with a grin she added, "Of course, we do have a heavy investment in computer hardware, and computers are pretty smart these days so..." Mike then told her what he wanted to do. He wanted to give all his legal work to Ken Carlson when Ken graduated from law school and was admitted to practice. Until then, though, he wondered if Kathy could handle his work on behalf of Clifford & Jamison. "I know she's not a lawyer," he finished, "but could you people sign whatever needs signing, and bless it or something? I was thinking of a retainer of $100,000 a month. Is that in your ballpark?" Ali's face was impassive. She said, "If I understand you correctly, Mike, you are asking Clifford & Jamison to represent you with the private understanding that most of the work would be done by Kathy. Our fee would be $100,000 per month. Is that correct?" He nodded and said it was exactly right. Ali extended her hand and said, "Welcome to Clifford & Jamison, Mike. When would you like Kathy to start?" He looked embarrassed but replied, "Could she start today? You see, I got a call this morning from Jim Duffy. Jim's the general contractor on that building job, and we're in trouble. He's my oldest friend in the business, but we've been drifting apart. I told him I would meet him at our club at three today. I would very much like Kathy to be with me. Is that possible?" Ali said it was and ushered him out. When he was gone, she looked at Kathy carefully, frowned, and called in Ginger. Kathy had already discovered that Ginger had incredible fashion sense and judgment. The two women talked in whispers for a few minutes and then Ginger grinned, nodded her head and left. Kathy was utterly bewildered. Then Ali placed a phone call, talked for a couple of minutes, then hung up and placed another even shorter call. Finally she said to Kathy, "Come on, Kath. Get your ass in gear." Still baffled, Kathy allowed herself to be led to the elevator and then out to the building's front door. As they passed through, a familiar grey limousine smoothly pulled up at the curb. Fred Clark was around the car in an instant holding open the door. He greeted Kathy warmly and said, "Kathy, that was a wonderful thing you did on Saturday. I was so proud for you, but so scared when I realized how close you came to getting killed!" It was apparent to Kathy, by now, that with the drinks and lovemaking on Saturday night, along with their lovemaking all day Sunday, she and Ken had missed what was obviously being played as a big story. As the car pulled away from the curb, Ali opened the bar in back. Leaning forward, she said, "Fred Clark, I love you! Bloody Marys. Yum!" She poured two drinks, gave one to Kathy and then leaned back in her seat. Touching glasses, she said, "To you, Katherine Hughes Carlson! Your ability and your accomplishments never cease to amaze even those of us who think we know you. Lady, is there no limit to your talents?" Kathy had a sip of her drink and found it was perfectly spiced and even had horseradish that she loved. She murmured, "Yum!" and then said, "Ali, all that I have or ever hope to have I owe to you and Ginger. Even Saturday. If you two hadn't beaten me into shape, I never could have gotten Tony out, because I still don't know how I did it as it is. A doctor looked me over and said what I did was physically impossible ... but it happened. Thank you, Ali, for letting me work for Clifford & Jamison." Ali's last word on the subject was just to shake her head and say, "Lady, you are one of the very rare ones who is so good you don't have the slightest idea how good you really are!" The limousine moved through the gates of a film studio — Kathy realized with a start that it was Alliance — and pulled up at a door. Ali led the way and then introduced Kathy to her hairdresser, Henry Hall. Kathy had heard about him from Ginger: He had more Academy Awards for hairstyling than he could count. Henry looked at Ali, grinned and said, "Ali, you've done it again! Where do you find these beauties, anyway?" When Ali explained that Kathy was the girl who handled the rescue on Saturday, Hall whistled softly and murmured, "This one is strictly on the house. Then Ali explained what she wanted Kathy's hairdo to be: beautiful, chic, professional, but above all one that wouldn't come apart while she was being loved. When Kathy started to say something, Ali just glared, so she shut up. When Henry started to work, her fatigue caught up with her and she fell asleep in the chair. She was awakened when he removed the hairdresser's sheet he had spread over her. Spinning the chair, he raised the chair back and left her facing the wall mirror. Kathy looked at her reflection and her hand involuntarily came up to cover her mouth. "My God! Who is that?" she asked. Spinning on Henry she said, "Mr. Hall, that can't be me! That girl is beautiful." Hall just beamed, and then kissed her full on the mouth. When he did, he tasted her soft lips and received the most loving kiss he could imagine. Withdrawing slowly, he just beamed and said, "I've already been overpaid. Kathy, I've heard a lot about your husband in the last couple of days. I think he may even be worthy of you." Kathy was utterly baffled by his comment and just thought about it as Ali led the way back to the car. When they returned to the office, Kathy whipped together a lunch for the two of them in minutes. As they were finishing, Ginger reappeared, sniffed the air and grumped, "Thanks a hell of a lot, Carlson! Where's mine?" Kathy winked at Ali, grinned, and to Ginger's surprise, immediately produced another plate for her. When she had finished eating, Ginger looked at Kathy and said, "Carlson, you should be declared illegal! With everything else you have going for you, you can cook, too! It's just not fair." When they were finished and the dishes were put away — washing them was Ali's contribution — Ginger just glared at Kathy and said, "Strip down to your bikini. I'll be right back." Kathy did, and just stood there, bare. While she waited, Ali rose and walked around her studying her body carefully. Then she reached out and cupped one of Kathy's tits and squeezed it gently. Kathy just closed her eyes and moaned softly. Ali's hand and touch felt scrumptious on her skin. Her eyes were still closed when Ginger returned and dumped some boxes on the conference table. Opening the largest box, Ginger said sharply, "Put this on." Kathy looked at the dress and gasped. It was the most elegant thing she had ever seen — and the most expensive. Handling it carefully, she slipped it on. Ginger zipped it up, then stood back, frowned, and said to Ali, "I guess it's as good as we can do. I mean ... Given the raw material, what can you expect?" Turning back the Kathy she said off-handedly, "The supporting junk is in the smaller boxes. Put it on, will you?" Then she just stalked out of the room and headed back towards her own office. Kathy opened the boxes and found a pair of sheer stockings that she eased up on her legs, a pair of alligator shoes, and then solid gold jewelry: a necklace, a bracelet, and earrings. When she was dressed, she went off to find Ali. When she entered her office, Ali looked up impassively, then shrugged and said, "Why don't you look at yourself? There's a full-length mirror behind the closet door." Kathy did. She looked at herself, gasped, and started to cry. In an instant Ali was at her side with a Kleenex, grumbling, "For God's sake, don't you dare wreck that nice new dress with tear stains before you've even worn it for five minutes. I mean ... Really!" Kathy dried her eyes and realized that she looked utterly spectacular, and at the same time, very professional. Before she could move, Ali had a comb in her hand and was carefully smoothing out her hair. Then she motioned Kathy to a chair and went back behind her desk. Kathy wriggled slightly and realized that the dress might as well have been custom-made for her. Ali reached into a desk drawer, pulled out a small box and slid it across to Kathy saying, "This is yours." Kathy opened it and found it was a solid-gold lady's Rolex, identical to Ali's own. It was so exquisite, Kathy touched it fearfully, but Ali told her it wasn't at all breakable. "In fact," she said, "It would even survive immersion in sewage ... It's for the next time you decide to go swimming." Kathy giggled and then turned the watch over. She looked at it and gasped when she read the engraving: To Kathy: The best secretary and the most courageous person I have ever met, with all my love, Ali. Before she could say or do anything Ali exclaimed, "Don't you even think about crying, young lady! There has been enough water flowing around this place today to irrigate the Imperial Valley for a week!" Kathy laughed and just grinned. In addition, Ali presented her with a magnificent woman's attaché case, completely fitted out. Then Ali said, "Kathy, we've been getting complaints from the garage operators downstairs. You see, we have the spaces right at the entrance, and ... Well, it seems they think your car is a refugee from a car crusher. Anyhow, since your space is so visible ... and now you're going to need a car during the day to see Mike ... Well, anyway, your car has been towed home. Here are the keys to its replacement." Her eyes gleamed as she added, "Now you can't even get away — it has a car phone in it, too." Kathy looked at the keys and realized they were for a BMW. Just then Ginger walked in and saw the keys on the desk. "You finally managed to find someone to unload that piece of shit on, I see." Then she looked thoughtful and then brightened. "You found the right person! I learned today that Kathy has been up to her elbows in shit for the last six weeks or so, every Saturday." She smiled brightly and said, "She'll feel right at home!" Ali glanced at her watch and told Kathy to get going. She had just enough time to get to Mike's club on time. When she got down to the garage and went to her parking space, she gasped. The car was a BMW 750iL, the largest and most powerful model BMW made, painted in a very conservative gunmetal grey. She opened the door, started it up, and heard the throaty rumble as its twelve-cylinder engine came to life. She drove to the club in a daze — she had never been in a car this good in her life, let alone driven one, least of all ever thinking of owning one. At the club, a valet attendant ran to open the door and then park the car for her. She went in and was about to ask for Mike Higgins when he came up to her and gave her a kiss. Then he stood back holding her hands in his, and just looked at her. He slowly shook his head and murmured, "I don't believe it." Kathy was puzzled and asked him what he didn't believe. He replied, "Kathy, I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world this morning. What happened? Your hair is changed, your dress is changed..." Then he just nodded and said, "Okay, let's go, Princess." They went up the stairs to the members' lounge where they were to meet Jim Duffy. Moving across the large room, a man who looked a lot like Mike rose to greet them. Kathy took his hand in a firm grip while he looked at her — and looked like he had been hit by a truck. When they were seated, Duffy looked at Mike and said, "Damn it, Higgins, I've heard of sneaky, underhanded stunts in my time, but this has got to take the cake!" Mike was dumbfounded, and his face fell. Duffy explained, "You produce this ... this goddess, and tell me she's your attorney. Higgins, you have one hell of a nerve. You know damned well I'll sign any piece of paper she sticks in front of me ... And if she smiles at me, I'll just dissolve into a mass of warm mush! See, there she goes!" he exclaimed as Kathy smiled warmly at him and he pretended to slide off the sofa onto the floor. Then he sat up straight again and said, "Mrs. Carlson, I have heard a great deal about you over the last couple of days." Shaking his head he continued, "Now that I have the chance to meet you, I'm certain that the stories were nothing but the truth toned down in the interests of believability. Anyway, forget Higgins. What can I do for you?" Kathy smiled warmly and said, "Mr. Duffy..." "It's Jim!" he interrupted and then asked, "May I please call you Kathy?" Again she smiled her brilliant smile that did melt him on the sofa. "Of course, Jim. I would be delighted." Then she began and said, "I know you and Mike have done business for years. First of all, I would like to apologize for Mike and on behalf of the legal profession. The contracts he has been giving you to sign have been horrors. They make it sound like you do everything, he does nothing, and by the way, Duffy, you're a crook!" She grinned and said, "Am I right?" Duffy just shook his head, looked at Mike and said, "The world's not fair. She has incredible beauty, unbelievable courage, physical strength ... And a brain, too? Higgins, knock it off!" Then, turning back to Kathy as if nothing had been said, he replied, "You're right, of course. But what now?" She reached into her attaché case and took out three copies of the letter Mike had reviewed. She passed out the copies and asked, "Jim, please read this one and tell me if we're getting warmer. You see, Mike considers you to be his oldest friend as well as his best customer in the business. Jim, we don't want to lose you. We will not lose you, if there's anything we can do to keep the relationship. Am I making our position clear?" Duffy nodded as he read the letter. When he got to the end, he took a pen from his pocket and scrawled his signature on the bottom. Then he reached for Mike's copy and signed that. Mike grinned, and signed and dated the two copies. Duffy then looked at Kathy, grinned, and shook his head saying, "One thing I can't stand about lawyers is all the damned time they waste. Hell, that must have taken ... nearly a minute. Now what's next?" Then he added, "You may wonder why I signed it on the spot instead of giving it to my attorneys first. The answer is simple: The way you say it is absolutely perfect! They would have just fucked it up!" Suddenly he turned beet red and apologized saying, "Kathy, please forgive me! I ... I guess I've been around construction sites too long." "I have, too, Jim," Kathy replied. "Every Saturday I'm up to my elbows in shit working on one, and every night my husband Ken fucks my ass off. It's utterly delicious! I don't mind your language a bit," she concluded, "assuming mine doesn't frighten you, of course? "But, Jim, to answer your question," Kathy continued, "We want the foundation business on the Pacific Center contract you just closed." Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mike's jaw drop. Pacific Center, a massive, multi-building development, had come into the conversation Saturday night as an illustration of the kind of job that Higgins used to do but didn't get any more, nor did it have any chance of getting. Kathy continued, "You know our work. I think you know the dedication we bring to a job. Moreover, you and Mike have known each other and have been friends for years. Now, Jim, what will it take for Higgins to get that contract?" Jim Duffy had been amused and flattered when Mike told him he was bringing Kathy Carlson over to meet him. He had been truly devastated by her charm and beauty when he met her. Like Mike, Jim was also a widower, living alone without feminine companionship. But now this lovely girl was talking business — and more important, talking sense. Listening to her, he realized the degree to which he and Mike, two men with everything in common, had been drifting apart. Thinking about it, he realized his earlier comment had also been very accurate: the lawyers — on both sides — had screwed up a longstanding relationship. Now Kathy was exposed to the solid businessman that Jim Duffy was. He started talking about requirements and Mike responded. She took a leather-covered lined pad out of her case and began to make careful notes. Occasionally, she would interject a legal question and it would be quickly answered. Remarkably, it was all done in less than thirty minutes. She glanced at her watch and found it was only three forty-five, and her office was only minutes away from the club. With a grin she said, "Could I trust you two Irishmen to stay out of trouble for about thirty minutes? I'll be back by then, if it's okay with you?" They both amiably agreed while thinking that thirty minutes was a long time to spend in the ladies' room. The two ordered drinks from a passing waiter and began to reminisce about the old days when they were both starting out in the construction business. Kathy found out that in Los Angeles there was an advantage to driving an impressive car: Rather than driving it back to the garage, the valet had it parked at the curb right in front of the club. She gave the attendant five dollars and her brightest smile as he held the door for her. He almost melted on the spot. Returning to the office, she winked at Judy and went to her desk. Ali had already left for the day and Sandy was in Seattle; Ginger was asleep leaning back in her chair with her bare feet, as usual, resting on her desk top. Sitting down at her keyboard, Kathy consulted her notes, organized her thoughts, and began to type. With her nimble fingers flying over the keys, the three-page letter was completed in less than fifteen minutes. She thought about putting contract bond paper into the printer but rejected the idea. This was, after all, only the first draft of a contract with a value of roughly $50 million. She was going to ask Ginger to review it quickly and went to her office. She saw her friend had a lovely little smile on her sleeping face while her long fingers were slowly running up and down her crotch. Ginger was obviously dreaming about Charley so Kathy let her sleep. Racing back to the club she realized that it had been only twenty-five minutes. As she strode across the sitting room, all the male heads turned to follow her progress. When she saw the men together, she was delighted. It was clear that they had been renewing their longstanding friendship. When she was again in her seat, she passed out copies of the draft contract and said, "Gentlemen, this is only a first draft. But I wanted to see if it's at all close, and if it correctly reflects our discussion." She watched as each man carefully read it through. When they finished reading, Kathy's jaw dropped as each man reached into his pocket in unison, pulled out his pen and signed. Still without a word, they exchanged copies and signed the other's. Then Mike took Kathy's copy from her nerveless hand, signed it and passed it to Jim who signed it too. Then he said, "Kathy, I guess you should sign at the bottom as a witness, shouldn't you?" He passed all three copies to her and, with her hand shaking, she signed all three copies, keeping one and giving each of the men one. Jim Duffy smiled warmly at her and said, "Kathy, I certainly hope I'll be seeing more of you — a lot more." Then he frowned and said, "Higgins, why do you let your damned lawyer waste so much of our time. Hell, it's only a contract for fifty mil and she took..." He glanced at his watch and continued, " ... nearly an hour." Then he reflected for a minute, smiled and said, "I apologize, Kathy. I just remembered that the hour started when you first brought up Pacific Center ... And we did get in about thirty minutes of great reminiscing ... Oh, shit, I guess you're not so bad, after all." He reached out his hand to Mike Higgins. The two crushed each other's hands and then embraced. Then Duffy rose, grinned broadly and said, "Come on, folks! For a couple of Irishmen, there's only one place to close a deal and that's at the bar." When Mike pointed out that it was a men's bar, Jim only replied, "I want to meet the guy who thinks he's tough enough to throw Kathy Carlson out of a bar. I really do!" They went to the bar where Mike loudly announced who was with them, "Gentlemen, I am very proud to have here with me this afternoon Katherine Carlson. I'm sure you all heard about what she did over the weekend. Jim and I want to buy her a drink, and I hope none of you mind." Instead of objections, there was a cheer and Jim and Mike proudly introduced Kathy to the members as they crowded around. At five o'clock, she looked at her watch and said, "Gentlemen, I hope you'll excuse me. It's five o'clock already, and I have to go home and feed a hungry bear." When they tried to get her to join them for dinner, she politely but firmly refused. When she arrived home, Ken was already there — there had been nothing to do at the job because the sewer had not yet been repaired. He looked at her and whistled softly, "Darling, I have never seen you look so lovely! You are unbelievable!" She kissed him warmly and whispered, "Darling, this hairdo is guaranteed not to come apart even after violent lovemaking. And I can't wait to try it out." ------- Chapter 12 Driving in to work the next morning, Kathy felt wonderful. Reflecting on her life with Ken it seemed that each night was better than the one before. Last night had been the very best. Gently, she ran her fingers up her sore crotch and softly moaned, remembering. Ginger had certainly been right: The more she worked to increase Ken's enjoyment, the greater was her own pleasure. Going up in the elevator she realized she was a little late: It was already eight-fifteen. Entering the office, she saw Judy looking grim. She was told that Mrs. Clifford wanted to see her immediately. Filled with foreboding — Judy never referred to Ali as Mrs. Clifford — she went to Ali's office and found the door closed. After knocking, she went in and found Ginger sitting there along with Sandy. Ali was behind her desk, glaring at her. Her first words were, "Mrs. Carlson, what in hell have you been doing?" "Ma'am?" she replied with a question in her voice. "I ... I met with Mike and Jim Duffy at their club. We finished up at five and I went home ... I don't understand." "Young lady, do you know what your clients did last night? Do you?" Ali demanded. Kathy just stood there in front of the desk and realized her knees were shaking. She just shook her head. "Those two idiots left the club after dinner and went to the most expensive whorehouse in Los Angeles. After inspecting every girl there, they selected the closest two and spent the whole night fucking them — at fifteen-hundred dollars each. That's what they did! "You may have heard the quotes around 'the closest two, ' and wondered, closest to what? The answer, of course? The closest to Kathy Carlson! And you know what else? None were close. Woman, what did you do to them last night to drive them into the arms of whores?" Kathy just shook her head. Although she wanted to sit down because her knees were feeling so weak, she realized that would be the worst thing she could possibly do. Now, although she was truly frightened, she straightened her back and stood up straight. While she was talking, Ali's eyes had been flashing blue fire. Now she continued, "You may have noticed I said clients — plural. If you can believe it, those two idiots called me while they're still naked in bed with the girls — they claimed both girls were knocked out, anyway. "We have been retained as counsel by Pacific Construction on a special basis: We represent them on all contract matters except those involving Higgins Construction. It is mutually agreed — both of those idiots were on the phone together — that if Higgins is involved, it is our client. Our fee is $200,000 per month..." Just then there was a quiet knock on the door. Judy almost tiptoed in and gave Ali an envelope murmuring, "This was just delivered by special messenger, ma'am." Leaving just as quietly as she entered, she silently closed the door while Ali opened the envelope, peered inside, shook her head sadly and just placed it on her desk. She had not removed whatever was inside. "Do you know what this is?" she asked caustically. Again Kathy merely shook her head. "It's a fucking cashier's check on Bank of America for two-hundred grand." She checked her watch and shook her head again. "How Duffy ever got a cashier's check at eight-thirty in the morning is beyond me." Now she was really glaring. As she was about to speak, her phone buzzed. Kathy knew that Judy would not disturb the meeting for anything but the most important matters. Ali punched the intercom button, listened for a moment and then punched a flashing line button. "This is Ali Clifford. How may I help you?" As she spoke she punched another button turning on the phone's speaker. Everyone heard a furious male voice say, "Clifford, you have one hell of a nerve!" "I beg your pardon," Ali interrupted politely. "To whom am I speaking?" The voice identified himself as Homer Biggs, managing partner of one of the largest law firms in town. He had just gotten off the phone with Jim Duffy, the firm's largest client, having been told that the firm was dismissed forthwith and all Pacific Construction files were to be immediately transferred to Clifford & Jamison. With her voice very calm, Ali merely thanked him and said they would make appropriate arrangements to handle the files when they were delivered. Then Biggs blew his stack completely, accusing Ali of pirating clients and grossly unethical conduct. "In what way was our firm's conduct unethical?" she innocently inquired. "Why ... why ... why in taking advantage of our client. Getting him to sign a contract without even giving us a chance to review it. I'll seek your disbarment!" "Mr. Duffy tells me that Mrs. Carlson's 'getting him to sign it' consisted of giving him a copy of a first draft to read. As a matter of fact, Jim was teasing me earlier that it wasn't even on contract bond paper, so he wants a reduction, at least in our expense billing. He claims that he was sitting beside Mr. Higgins. Mrs. Carlson gave copies to each of them to read. Earlier, they had discussions on the Pacific Center project — the first discussions they had ever had, as a matter of fact. Mrs. Carlson asked a few questions and left them alone for twenty-five minutes. Frankly, they thought she had gone to the ladies' room. When she returned, she handed them the copies and asked if the words were consistent with their earlier discussion. Each man read his copy. Then each man took out his pen, signed, and exchanged copies with the other. "Now, Mr. Biggs, both Mr. Higgins and Mr. Duffy will swear to the accuracy of what I have just told you. In fact, they are the ones who told me. I have not even spoken to Mrs. Carlson about the matter. "Furthermore, as you may know, we have Sandra Harris on our staff. I suspect you know her, or at least know of her. She is conceded by experts to be the finest trial lawyer in the State of California. It seems Mr. Duffy anticipated your call. I have been instructed to file for slander and defamation of character against both your firm and you personally if one word of this discussion leaks out. Furthermore, we will be representing ourselves as well as Higgins Construction and Pacific Construction in any such action." There was steel in Ali's voice as she concluded, "Am I making myself clear, sir?" It was obvious to everyone that Biggs was defeated. In a dead tone of voice he said, "Please forget everything I just said, Mrs. Clifford. I apologize. We will make arrangements to have all files delivered to your office no later than the close of business next Monday. Will that be satisfactory, ma'am?" Apparently he thought it wasn't fully, so he added, "I will also send you by special messenger a letter from me stating that the new relationship between Clifford & Jamison and Pacific Construction was entered into following the highest ethical standards of the legal profession." "Thank you, Mr. Biggs," Ali replied sweetly. "That's very kind of you and it is a very nice thing for you to say. I will pass on your comments to Mrs. Carlson. I'm sure she will be pleased." She hung up the phone and glared at Kathy. The steel was back in her voice as she said, "Consider it passed on." Then she shook her head more in sorrow than in anger and asked, "What in the name of God is wrong with you, woman? Do you know what you did? Do you?" Ali demanded. Kathy just shook her head. "You closed a fifty-million dollar deal, starting from scratch, in less than one hour! Mike Higgins even said that the entire idea was yours. He was just interested in trying to get a contract on the job you've been working on. He didn't even know you knew anything about it, but then he remembered mentioning Pacific Center in passing as illustrative of the kind of contract that Higgins didn't have a chance of getting. And you get it — signed, sealed and delivered — in less than one hour!" Ali looked down at her desk top in what appeared to be a visible effort to regain control. When she looked up, she spoke in a more reasonable tone of voice. "Mrs. Carlson, did any professional in Clifford & Jamison review your proposed contract? Anyone at all?" For the first time Kathy spoke. "No, ma'am. You had already left for the day and Miss Harris was in Seattle. Mrs. Conrad was in her office, but she was sleeping ... dreaming, I guess. I saw the most beautiful little smile on her face and she was unconsciously running her finger up and down her slit. So I didn't awaken her." Standing up even straighter than before, she finished, "No, ma'am. No one reviewed it." "Carlson, law firms would be out of business by the thousands if we all did what you did last night. Of course, you're not a lawyer, but you have certainly worked in law offices. Woman, we bill for time! Where in hell would we be if every lawyer handled a fifty-million-dollar project in less than an hour? My God! I shudder to think." Then she shook her head and said, "There's nothing else to do. You're out of here for three weeks — minimum!" As she said it, she turned her chair slightly and pointed her finger toward the west. Suddenly Kathy heard a gasp from Ginger, and her friend exclaimed, "Oh, God, Ali! No! Please no! Oh please!..." Her friends words died off in a flood of uncontrolled sobbing. Turning her body on the sofa, she put her head on her arm and just cried with her back to the room. Now Kathy was genuinely frightened. She asked tremulously what Ali meant. Sandy, although visibly pale beneath her tan, asked, "Ali, do you mean... Kapalua?" Her voiced was hushed as she spoke the last word. When Ali just nodded, the girl really turned pale. Looking at Kathy she said, "You've heard of France's Devil's Island?" Kathy nodded once. "The Soviet's Siberian Gulag?" Again a nod. Sandy was so upset she could scarcely talk. Even as she spoke, her voice kept breaking and her words were intermixed with sobs. She said, "Kathy, Kapalua is at the northwest corner of one of the most out-of-the-way islands in the Hawaiian chain. I guess you could call it the northwest corner of nowhere. It's well-guarded, and is surrounded by countless miles of trackless pineapple plantations." Then she shook her head and asked, "Kathy, do you remember hearing of a leper colony years ago in Hawaii?" The girl vaguely remembered hearing of one and said so. Sandy just nodded and said, "The island's in sight of Kapalua. Does that give you a hint about the kind of place it is?" Then she turned to Ali and pleaded, "But does it have to be three weeks? Ali, I know a number of people have survived one week, and some have even survived two ... But three? Have you no mercy in your heart? My God, the things this girl went through on Saturday ... Don't they count for anything? Three weeks!? Please, Ali, no!" Ali just glared at Sandy and said, "Look lady, you aren't a partner here, yet. Or are you asking to go, too?" Sandy just collapsed, weeping. Like Ginger, she turned her back to the room, buried her face in her arms and just bawled. Now Kathy was so frightened she could scarcely talk. Nevertheless, she asked with her voice cracking, "Mrs. Clifford, could ... could Ken come with me? I will accept the punishment if you will allow that." Instead of answering, Ali picked up her phone, buzzed Judy and said, "Miss Jeffries, make it two tickets. Mr. Carlson will be going, too." Then turning to Kathy she just pointed to a phone and said, "Call him. If he's willing, he will be picked up in..." Glancing at her watch, she estimated the driving time and said, " ... thirty minutes. He need bring nothing with him except the clothes on his back. They will be returned to him when the time is up ... Assuming you're still alive." Glaring at Kathy, who was wearing the lovely dress from the night before, Ali demanded, "Do you have a pair of jeans and a work shirt here at the office?" Kathy nodded. "A pair of moccasins?" Again a nod. "Okay. You have five minutes to change. A car will be downstairs to meet you then. Don't talk to the driver, He knows nothing." Just then there was another soft knock on the door. Judy came in looking terribly frightened. She said, "Mrs. Clifford, as you instructed, I tried to get the cheapest seats they had, but it's very late and ... and you said today's flight to Maui was a must, so ... so all they had was first class." Kathy saw terror visible in Judy's eyes as the badly frightened girl was waiting for the roof to fall in. All Ali said was, "Oh, shit! Well, nothing else has gone right this morning so how could I expect that this would?" Then with a sardonic grin she flipped the ticket folders to Kathy and said, "I guess you might as well have some fun. And eat well. You'll need the energy." Kathy quickly changed, carefully hung up her beautiful clothes, and then put on her Levi's and work shirt. She picked up her lovely jewelry — she had found out the night before that it was all 18-carat gold — and softly knocked on Ali's door. This time Ali was alone. Putting the jewelry on Ali's desk, she started to unfasten her watch bracelet but Ali stopped her. "Keep it. Because it's engraved it can't be returned anyway." In a gesture of dismissal, Ali spun her chair around so its back was to Kathy. The girl left the office and went down in the elevator. Going out the door, she looked around and only then realized that she had no idea what sort of transportation she should be looking for. Just then a uniformed chauffeur saluted and asked, "Mrs. Carlson?" She smiled and said she was and he opened the door of a black limousine at the curb. When she was seated, the driver ran around to his door, got in, and smoothly pulled away. No words were exchanged. Clearly, the driver knew where he was to take her. Kathy was surprised when he stopped at the VIP drop-off at United Airlines. When he opened the door and she stepped out, she was greeted by a senior passenger services representative. "Mrs. Carlson?" Again she nodded, and the girl said, "Welcome to United Airlines. Mr. Carlson has already arrived and is waiting for you in our VIP lounge. Will you please come with me?" Kathy was then exposed to a facet of airline service she never knew even existed. Of course, she knew of first-class travel, although she had never done any herself. As a matter of fact, she thought, this is the very first flight of my life. Then she added a silent prayer that it wouldn't be the last. Moreover, Kathy knew of the existence of passenger clubs such as United's Red Carpet Club. But she was taken to a special suite of rooms adjacent to the Red Carpet Club, but not a part of it. The representative introduced Kathy to a woman who was a special hostess who, in turn, took her to a private room. It was like a small sitting room with a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the flight line. Ken had his back to the door watching the aircraft operations when Kathy entered. Replying to the hostess that she wanted nothing while they waited, she ran to his arms, explained what was happening to them and then broke down in uncontrollable weeping. Ken scooped her up in his strong arms, carried her to the sofa and sat down with Kathy sitting across his lap. He just held her tightly and listened to her cry with her face buried in his shoulder. As he held her, she quickly quieted down. She remembered her words of weeks earlier: She really didn't care where she was, as long as Ken could be with her. Now she realized it was true. It really didn't matter where she was or what they might do to her as long as Ken could be there. Finally regaining control, she quickly told Ken what had happened that morning. Then she just looked at him and he could see the pleading in her eyes. He lowered his mouth to hers and melted her with a kiss. Again she felt the wonderful electricity flowing between them. Everything was fine again. She was in her husband's arms. When they boarded the plane, a trans-Pacific Boeing 747, they were shown to seats far forward in the first-class section. The seats were spacious with foldout leg rests and seat-backs that reclined almost to the horizontal to become like beds. With the need for all the between-rows space to accommodate the reclining backs, Kathy found she could not even reach the back of the seat in front of her. She was in the window seat and enjoyed watching all the ground activity. While she did, she sipped on champagne that the airline provided while they were waiting to push back from the gate. The flight itself was very comfortable and they enjoyed the food and the service. Instead of watching the movie, Kathy reclined her seat and went to sleep. Since it was a war movie, and Ken had had a great deal more sleep than Kathy anyway, he watched it. After landing on Maui, since they had no luggage, they were the first passengers to leave the arrivals area. They looked around not knowing what to expect. This time they saw a uniformed man with a neatly printed sign that said, "Mr. & Mrs. Carlson". After identifying themselves, he greeted them and escorted them to a limousine parked at the curb with its motor running. He did not act at all surprised by their lack of baggage but just got in and pulled away. Although they had no idea of where they were going, they talked about it quietly and concluded that they were being taken to a boat or a light-plane airfield in order to get to whatever island Kapalua was on. They reached the west coast of the island and turned north, driving past an array of hotels and condos. Ken commented that it looked like Miami Beach with grass. When the road started to pass between pineapple fields that just seemed to extend forever, Kathy wondered, Could Kapalua possibly be on Maui? I doubt it. Then the car passed through a gate-house where a guard saluted. Suddenly, the whole vista changed. From unbroken acres of pineapple fields, they found themselves in the most beautiful setting either had ever seen. There were manicured golf courses and what appeared to be small groups of condos beautifully sited to least intrude on the setting. The car drove slowly past what seemed to be a small village and then continued up a driveway that swept them into a covered hotel entrance. The car had no sooner stopped when the door was opened and a tall brown-haired man wearing a blue blazer and grey slacks greeted them He appeared to be in his mid-thirties. On his blazer pocket was a strange emblem: a fuchsia butterfly — a Kapalua. "Mr. and Mrs. Carlson?" They got out of the car and shook hands. He said, "Welcome to Kapalua. I'm Henry Wellington, the general manager of the property. It is a personal pleasure for me to welcome you both." Turning to Ken he said, "Captain Carlson, I never thought I would have the privilege of meeting you. I was over there, too, with the 101st Airborne. We all heard of Carlson's Rangers. All the stories — and there were dozens — were told in hushed and reverent tones." Turning to Kathy he said, "Mrs. Carlson, even out here in the far corner of nowhere, we heard about the incredible rescue you made last Saturday. Ma'am, I have heard of some brave actions in my time, but I have never heard a story like yours! You swim and dive in a sewer. You cut a man out of his boot that's trapped by shoring timber and somehow get his foot clear. You're underwater with him while the whole trench is about to collapse. You get him out, resuscitate him, and somehow set his broken leg." He shook his head and said, "Ma'am, I know what you did. Airborne troops always do dumb things, starting with jumping out of flying aircraft. Broken legs are an occupational hazard. It happened to one of my guys and with five of us together we weren't strong enough to pull the bone back far enough to get it into alignment. And we like to think that we're big, tough and very strong. Yet you did it by yourself!" With that he gave Kathy a meticulous salute. Then he said, "The whole staff has been alerted. I can't tell you how happy we are that you chose to spend your honeymoon with us." Turning to Kathy he said, "Mrs. Clifford is holding on the phone in my office, ma'am. She needs to talk with you urgently." By this time it was clear to Kathy what had happened. She winked at Ken and followed Wellington. He sat her in his chair and handed her the phone. One line was just winking steadily. She punched it and said, "Damn it, Clifford, you did it to me again! That's twice in just two days. When am I going to learn?" She heard Ali's laughter on the phone and then she said, "Darling, I'm so sorry! But look: I'm supposed to be an actress, and I have to practice on somebody!" "But why does it always have to be me?" Kathy wailed. Then she said, "Now it's becoming clear: I teach cooking; Judy handles the workouts; Ginger handles the fashions, while you teach acting. Look, Clifford, I know you're a great actress, but how in hell did you get Conrad, Harris and Jeffries to go along?" "It wasn't a complete success," Ali grumped. "There was absolutely no way we could get Joan to keep a straight face. She was just hopeless so she lost her part in the play." She paused and then said, "Sandy had the best rôle. Of course, I've always maintained — and she agrees — that you have to have a lot of ham in you to be a trial lawyer, anyway. Ginger found out that shoulders shaking from weeping or from laughter shake pretty much the same way. Incidentally, Carlson, you played right into our hand. If you hadn't asked for Ken to go, too, the jig was up right there. Ginger was certain you would ask for him, though, and she was right. "By the way, do you know what those two idiots have done now? I told you about last night and the whorehouse? Well, this afternoon, Jim Duffy's phone rings. It's Kimberly Moyer, one of their bed partners from last evening. She wants to see him. Expecting a shakedown, Mike is with him in his office when two women are announced. It's Kimberly and her friend, Kristin Callahan. Do you know what they want? They gave back the three thousand that the guys had spent and asked them out tonight. That is, the girls are taking the guys out! Would you believe it? "They're still fighting about a thousand of it, though. It seems that the house takes a third, so one thousand of the refund was the girls' own money. They claim they didn't know there were any real men left in Los Angeles. They had given up hope. In spite of both being in their late twenties, they said they never had such an experience in their lives, and it was utterly thrilling to get laid side by side. Anyway, the two idiots give you credit for doing that, too. "Incidentally, after you left, the idiots brought over their copies of the contract you executed for them. Kathy, it was the finest piece of contract work I have ever seen! It could be a model for how it should be done. Actually, we had fun. First, yours is the tightest drafting I have ever seen. There's not so much as a single superfluous word that any of us could find — and that includes Sandy and Ginger. "Then we went on a little treasure hunt: The guys would pick on a word or phrase and we would tell them what it meant. Inevitably, they would compare notes and it would take care of some point that they had mentioned in passing during their discussion, but weren't even aware that you had heard. Darling, it is simply super! And completed end-to-end from a standing start in less than an hour. Kath, they think you walk on water. And you know something else? I think so, too." "Ali," Kath asked, "I know you're a good actress, but I've never seen anything like the way you looked this morning. You were so mad, blue sparks were flashing from your eyes. How did you do it?" Kathy could hear Ali giggling girlishly as she replied, "Because I wasn't acting — I was mad." She paused and then corrected herself. "Actually I wasn't mad, I was scared, but the two emotions are fairly close." Now her voice took on its normal warmth as she continued, "Honey, you know I'm married to Bill Clifford, but you might not know who he is. He's one of the wealthiest men in the world, with a net worth in ten digits. Anyway, the last thing we need is more money. Bill says it creates nothing but tax problems and we don't have the foggiest idea what to do with what we already have. "You see, it was only on our honeymoon that I found out why Bill was so enthusiastic about our law office and insisted on its palatial furnishings: He saw it as a great opportunity to spend some money. He almost died when I got Boeing as a client. Higgins and Duffy combined are six times Boeing." With the time difference it was now nine-thirty in Los Angeles so Kathy said, "Well, I guess he knows now. What did he say?" "The bum absolutely howled with laughter," Ali grumped. "In fact you might even be able to hear him in the background. Every time he thinks of it, he starts to giggle again." She sounded disgusted as she added, "Christ, can you imagine a grown man giggling?" "What did he think was so funny?" Kathy asked. "The bum!" Ali responded. "He has the unmitigated gall to say that it confirms something he claims to have known all along: One good secretary is better than any ten lawyers any day. And ten times more productive, too. Then he has the nerve to tell me that, as much as he loves me, he's coming to love you every bit as much." Then Ali shifted gears and became both serious and warm. "Kath, this is your honeymoon, even if it is over a year late. Ginger told me that you spent your wedding night in a cheap motel on the road down to Los Angeles. She says you have never traveled anywhere in your life. Honey, Kapalua is where Bill and I spent our honeymoon. I really think you'll love it." Then her voice became strong again as she added, "However, if I hear of you or Ken spending so much as one cent of your own money, I'm sending you both to Devil's Island! Understand?" "Oh, yes, Allison McGrath Clifford, your highness, ma'am," Kathy replied with a giggle. "It's too bad my lady can't see me. I am on my knees with my forehead touching the floor while my body is aimed towards Los Angeles, your worship." "Look, bitch! Most of it was okay, but 'your worship' is only used to address a bishop! Now get the lines down, damn it!" Then her voice changed again and she said, "Darling, have a wonderful time. There have never been two people who deserved it more. Now, do you have any questions?" "Not a question, an order!" Kathy grated. "Look bitch! In the future I will thank you to stop referring to my clients as 'those two idiots'! They are supporting the firm, after all." Kathy could still hear Ali howling with laughter as the connection was broken. She shook her head and went off to find Ken and Mr. Wellington. She found them sitting in lounge chairs off the lobby. It was obvious that they were comparing war stories from Vietnam and had already become good friends. Kathy wanted to pull up another chair and just sit down to listen. However, as soon as the men saw her coming, they both rose. Wellington retrieved a chair and seated her, then said, "I guess this is as good a place as any to fill you in. I think you deserve a little advance warning. First, everything is covered in advance. And I mean everything! First, Ali called to make all the arrangements." Looking at Ken he said, "I saw her entertain the troops over there one time, and I've been madly in love with her ever since, so what she says goes. But then I get a call from her husband, Bill. In spite of having more money than anyone can count, he's a wonderful guy. He says he's personally covering any expenses without limit! I asked him, 'What if they want to charter a jet and fly to Australia?' His reply? 'What's the problem? Charter the damned jet!' "Then I get a call this morning from the owner of the property. I gather, Kathy, he only met you last night. You see, the place is owned by Pacific Properties which is another of Jim Duffy's operations. Bill Clifford has been negotiating to buy it from him. Anyway, he says he learned you were coming out. He says you are to be treated like royalty. What does that mean? It means that the suites over you, under you, and the rooms on each side have been emptied and will remain vacant for the duration of your stay. I have assigned personal maids to service you twenty-four hours a day. "At Ali's insistence, the bed is brand-new, even though we had to charter a plane to fly one over from Oahu this morning." He reddened and added, "She says that bedroom exercise is hard on a bed, and since you're in the same suite they were in, Ali was certain they had already worn the other one out. "You will find a case of Dom Pérignon champagne on ice in the room. We couldn't find a place for the caviar, but the maids can get it for you. There are fresh flowers — some fresh flowers." He looked a little embarrassed as he added, "Honestly, there was no way we could put all the flowers that have been ordered for you in the suite. It's big, but even if we could have physically fit them all in, it would have looked like a funeral home. Anyway, you'll be here for three weeks and we have enough orders we can replace them every day. Of course, I will be happy to provide you with all the cards at once so you can acknowledge them now, if you wish. "Finally, clothing: The maids have sorted and hung up all of the clothes that are here for you two. They sort of fill up all the drawers and closets." Wellington looked up in the air as he mentally reviewed all the points he wanted to cover. He remembered one and jerked out of his reverie: "My gosh, I almost forgot: your golf and tennis gear — stuff like that. There are loaded lockers in both places. As you heard, though, if there's anything else you want, just mention it. We'll get it, regardless of what it is." Then he rose to his feet and grinned broadly saying, "You know, this is really turning out to be fun! Mrs. Carlson, with the possible exception of Mrs. Clifford herself, you are the most beautiful woman it has ever been my good fortune to meet. As far as Mr. Carlson is concerned, as I said earlier, we all heard about Captain Kenneth Carlson. He's probably the greatest military hero in the history of our country. In other words, you are people who deserve every honor, and I am absolutely delighted that all of the powers have decreed, that, by damn, you will get them." He stuck out his hand and said, "Once again, welcome!" Ken gripped his hand and then Kathy did, too. He was startled by the strength in her grip. Then she gave him a sunshine smile and asked, "You did say that you would do absolutely anything for us, didn't you, Mr. Wellington?" "I certainly did, Mrs. Carlson. It sounds like there's something on your mind. What is it?" With another brilliant smile she said, "Great! It is therefore decreed that henceforth we are Ken and Kathy! We are not Mr. and Mrs. Carlson. Clear?" When he quickly nodded, she gave him a shy smile and asked, "And may I call you Henry?" He grinned and shook her hand again saying, "Hell, no, you can't call me Henry!" Her face fell and then brightened into a grin when he continued, "The name is Hank, damn it!" ------- Chapter 13 Wellington escorted them to a corner suite and unlocked the door. Their room was utterly magnificent with a view through the palm trees to the Pacific with the island of Molokai across the channel in the distance. Kathy thought the vista was utterly breathtaking. Then Hank called, "Marie? Celeste? Are you here?" Two lovely Asian girls appeared from the bedroom wearing identical immaculate uniforms. Kathy gasped as she realized they were identical twins with no apparent difference between them. Hank grinned and said, "We never know which is which, either. If there's a way to tell them apart, we've never found it. But they are our very best." Turning to the girls, he said, "It's my pleasure to introduce Kathy and Ken Carlson. They are the honored guests for whom we've been preparing." The girls looked up at Ken — they were scarcely over five feet in height — and gasped. What happened next astounded everybody. The girls dropped to their knees and kissed his shoes. They remained with their faces on the floor, apparently worshiping him, or praying. Ken was red with embarrassment and Hank didn't know what to do. Suddenly the two girls jumped to their feet and asked, "Mr. Wellington, are these the people we are to serve?" "They sure are," he replied, still amazed at their behavior. Then Kathy noticed something about the girls. It was as if they shared a brain. When they were talking — and their voices were identical — it seemed as if they almost took turns with words. Although they were both speaking, only one was. They said, "May we take an immediate leave of absence? Without pay, of course. We will stay here in the suite to serve these people — the other bedroom is empty. There will be no pay, of course, but we will not leave them. Is that all right with you?" Wellington was absolutely baffled. He said, "If I understand you two correctly, you will serve the Carlsons but you will not accept any money. And instead of alternating between you, you will both be on duty twenty-four hours a day. Did I hear you right?" Two heads nodded in unison. The two girls were now side by side on their knees with their weight back on their heels. As they knelt on the floor, Kathy noticed that their figures were diminutive, but utterly perfect. Then they said, "We owe you an explanation. You see, Captain Carlson is our savior. We lived in a small village in Vietnam and we were relatively rich. Our father was the mayor of our little town. Then, one day, the North Vietnamese troops overran us. Only because he was the mayor, they took our father out to the town square, made him kneel down, and then shot him in the head. Our mother broke free from the guards and ran to him to hold him in her arms as he died. For breaking away, they shot her in the head, too. Then they seized us, tied us up and made us watch as they brought our schoolmates out to the square in front of us — we were in a girl's high school then. They raped them one by one and made us watch as our friends were bleeding in the dirt. Sooner or later, they all died, too. "Then they turned their attention to us. They erected a sort of scaffold in the middle of the square. They tied us together face to face and then suspended us by our wrists from the center of the scaffold. Then two men began to whip us from each side as we slowly turned in the air. They laughed and joked about what they were going to do to us and how long we would last. "The next thing was to take us down, tie us back to back and whip our breasts and loins. Then they would rape us and torture us in every way they could conceive. One of the things they were looking forward to was slicing off our breasts, cauterizing our chests, and cooking them. The betting was that we could absorb at least two full days of torture before we died. Then they were getting ready to brand us both in different places to be able to tell us apart for purposes of their betting: Which one would live longer? "They had a branding iron getting red hot in a charcoal brazier when suddenly they disappeared in a hail of bullets. Even though we were now far beyond Allied lines, it was Carlson's Rangers. We were half dead when an incredibly strong man took us in his arms, lifted us up, and with a stroke of his knife cut us down from the scaffold." They looked up at Ken reverently and said softly, "It was you, Captain. Do you remember? Do you remember carrying us into the jungle? Do you remember laying us on a clean tarp and treating our lacerated backs while your men stood guard? Do you? Do you remember two girls who said they would love you forever? Do you, sir?" Kathy was overwhelmed. She had just learned about Ken in Vietnam from Mike and Mickey Higgins. She claimed to owe her life to Ken's inspiration. These girls, on the other hand, claimed to owe him their lives as a result of his direct action. She looked at him now and saw his head nodding. There were tears in his eyes as he said, "Yes, darlings, I remember. I remember two indomitable young girls, tortured beyond human endurance, walking with me out of the jungle. I remember two girls who insisted on cooking for me, washing me ... loving me." Then they asked, "Is this ... Kathy? Of the Kathy-grams?" Ken just nodded and they moved in front of Kathy and looked up at her. They shook their heads and said, "He was right and we were wrong, we regret to say. You are so beautiful ... Exactly the way he described you. And you love him so much ... God knows, he loves you, and always has. Mrs. Carlson," they pleaded, "will you do us the great honor of allowing us to serve you? Please?" Tears were flowing from their beautiful grey eyes as they said, "He saved our lives, Mrs. Carlson. And, since you inspired both him and his troops, you did, too. Please, ma'am, we beg you! Will you permit it?" Kathy smiled warmly and held out her arms. Instantly the two girls were in her arms, smothering her with kisses and thanking her at the same time. With their arms still around Kathy's neck, they turned to Hank and said, "Mr. Wellington, we have everything under control now. And please, sir, don't forget to sign us out for our leave of absence." Hank dried his eyes and Ken escorted him to the door. At the door, he turned to Ken and said, "I guess it is really a pretty small world, isn't it? Ken, those girls are truly remarkable young women. I hope you learn a little of how remarkable they really are. As far as I'm concerned, all I can say is you certainly saved a couple of lives that were very much worth saving. I am sure they'll take very good care of you both." So saying, he let himself out and Ken bolted the door behind him. Returning to the sitting room, he saw the two girls with their eyes gleaming. They said, "We were told this is your honeymoon. But you don't act like you were only married today." Kathy smiled and explained that they had been married over a year earlier but had never had a honeymoon. The girls looked at each other, grinned, and said, "In that case, we're in the wrong uniform. We must get into our honeymoon uniforms." They disappeared into the suite's second bedroom. Moments later they reappeared, stark naked. Each went to a Carlson and started loosening his clothing. The one in front of Kathy unbuttoned her shirt and pulled out its tails. Only then did she realize Kathy was not wearing a bra. For her part, Kathy studied the girl and realized she was perfectly formed and shaped but only about five feet tall. Except for their the dark hair on their heads the two girls were hairless. Kathy reached out and touched the girl's nipple and gently tweaked it, bringing it instantly to a full erection. The girl just leaned her head back and closed her eyes, murmuring, "Thank you, Mrs. Carlson. That feels so wonderful!" Kathy spoke up and said, "There is one rule, effective right now! We are Ken and Kathy! We are not Mr. and Mrs. Carlson. Hear?" The two girls looked at her and shook their heads. "We're sorry, but we can't do that. We will compromise, though. You are Lady Kathy — or Our Lady — and he is Sir Ken. He is, after all, our knight in shining armor who rescued us from the dragon, and you are his lady fair." Together they grinned and added, "Although, to be honest, his armor was a little tarnished that day. It's awfully hard to keep armor polished in the jungle, you see. It tends to get sort of grubby, and it rusts." Ken was feeling a little embarrassed seeing the beautiful feminine figures, fully exposed. "Could I persuade you two to put on some clothes, though. You can't believe what you're doing to me!" "Yes, we can," they replied. "We're getting your cock in shape to make love to Our Lady — to consummate your marriage. And the answer is no. This is our working uniform." As they turned away to serve, Kathy saw their backs and said, "Come back here, please. Down on your knees with your backs to us." The girls fearfully complied, kneeling on the floor right in front of the sofa. Kathy looked at the beautiful girls' backs and became almost physically ill. Both girls still carried the very visible scars of what must have been the whipping they described. Then she said, "Stand up, please. Right where you are." Again they complied. Now she could see scars crisscrossing their buttocks and the backs of their thighs. While the girls' backs were turned, she looked meaningfully at Ken. She said, "Thank you. Now just sit down here between us." Again there was compliance. Kathy turned to the girl closest to her, slipped off her own shirt, and folded the girl against her bare body just holding her tight. The girl's first reaction was to pull away, but then she just relaxed in Kathy's arms, while she kissed her all over and just stroked her hair. As she kissed her ear, she could feel the girl burrow, and then kiss her body. Finally she searched for Kathy's closest nipple, took it into her mouth and alternately sucked and lightly bit it. Kathy pulled the girl's head tightly against her tits and could feel a wetness that she was virtually certain was caused by the small girl's tears. At the same time, Kathy was delighted to see that Ken had done exactly the same thing to the other twin, and was murmuring endearments in her dainty ear. From the way the girl's back moved, it was obvious that she was chafing her tits against Ken's chest. As he held the girl, he looked over her head at Kathy and said, "Darling, I lied to you. I remember telling you that you were the first woman I ever slept with. Well, it's not true. You were the third. The first and second were these two. "Honey, it happened the first night after their torture. You can see how badly they were beaten. Try to imagine what it was like that night. These were all open cuts, and most were still bleeding. I got in my sleeping bag and these two got in with me." With a small smile he added, "Then, as now, they didn't take up much space. Anyway, in spite of their terrible ordeal, they lay on my chest and insisted that I hold them tight. Kath, you can see there was no possible place to touch them without having my hand on a number of cuts across each of them. They didn't even whimper. Do you know what they did? They kissed me everywhere they could. I have never seen two people endure such pain without a whimper. "But, honey, that wasn't even the end. You can see how small they are. When we're in the jungle, we don't carry much in the way of clothes other than a spare pair of socks or two, plus what we're wearing. These two girls were naked and walked barefoot for five days through the jungle. By the time we got out, their footprints were outlined in blood." Looking down at the girl in his arms, he could see that the soles of her feet were still scarred. "Look at their feet. You will see what I mean..." Kathy eased the girl in her arms away, lifted her chin and kissed her full on the lips. It was clear that Kathy's kiss was totally unexpected and the girl's lips were tight. An instant later, when she felt the softness in Kathy's lips along with the warmth and tasted the sweetness of her lips, she melted. It was the most beautifully loving kiss she had ever had. Then the girl finally pulled back and looked up into Kathy's eyes, and slowly shook her head. "What's wrong, darling?" Kathy asked. The girl's eyes were still filled with tears as she replied, "No one has ever kissed me the way you just did, My Lady. Never! Not even my mother or father." Then she just shook her head, looking chagrined and added, "It never would have worked, anyway..." "What wouldn't have worked?" Kathy asked, puzzled. "My Lady, all our savior could talk about, even when my sister and I were crushing our tits against his broad chest, was you. You were his reason for being. My sister and I knew that his sex was so huge it would utterly rip us apart. Nevertheless, and in view of our condition, we thought it would be a wonderful way to die." With a hint of a smile she added, "Even then, and in spite of being two against one, we were overmatched. Your kiss, My Lady, carries the least hint of what it must be like for Sir Ken." Then she asked, "Would you kiss him please? Just once?" With a warm smile and with the girl still on her lap, Kathy slid over towards Ken, who, having heard the exchange, was already moving in her direction. Then, with their bare shoulders touching and with a twin in each of their arms, their mouths came together. Kathy's lips were as soft as she could make them at first contact with Ken's. Her tongue probed into his mouth and immediately contacted his. This time the electricity almost caused Kathy to pass out and she was nearly deafened by the bells she could hear ringing in her head. Involuntarily, she squeezed the girl in her arms tightly, while her lips just fused to Ken's. When they slowly parted, Kathy murmured, "Wow!" and winked at Ken. He just winked back as he relaxed his pressure on the girl in his arms. When he did, the girl turned her head, looked at her sister and said, "Sister, it would never have worked. I think Sir Ken may have accidentally cracked at least four of my ribs just now. We're just not big enough or strong enough to be able to live with him. And that's disregarding the fact that our two cunts joined together could not accommodate his sex which, in spite of his pants, almost drove through my bottom when he was melting Milady with his kiss." She shook her head and added, "Dear sister, as much as it pains me to say it, she can take him; we cannot." Then with a wonderfully warm smile she said, "But can you possibly imagine a more perfectly matched couple?" Then with a grin she wriggled out of Ken's arms and said, "Come on, sister. We're being paid to serve them, not to soak up their love." The other girl grinned back and wriggled out of Kathy's arms. Going to their knees, they said, "Do Sir Ken and Our Lady wish dinner this evening? If so, would you rather eat in the dining room, or here, or where?" Ken and Kathy looked at each other and just shook their heads. "In that case," they said, "why don't we serve a light snack while you decide?" The girls disappeared into a small serving pantry and came back almost immediately. One was carrying a large tray while the other had two champagne flutes and a bottle of Dom Perignon. The bottle was quickly opened and two glasses were poured. When Kathy was served, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Aren't you two going to drink to our health or something? Get two more glasses. Now!" The girl jumped to her feet and was back almost immediately with two more glasses. She poured a glass for her sister and then one for herself. The two girls, now on their knees in front of the married couple, raised their glasses and said, "To Sir Ken and Lady Kathy: Without both of them — his courage and her inspiration — we would not be alive today. To the most beautiful and the most loving couple in the world, Kenneth and Katherine Carlson: May you have all the blessings of God on your marriage now and forever." Then she murmured, "Amen." With that she tipped the glass in unison with her sister. Raising his glass, Ken offered a toast, "To the Trang sisters, Marie and Celeste: My one regret is that we bailed out and left wonderful people defenseless against naked aggression. On the other hand, by rescuing you and getting you to the United States, we managed to save the very best of a very fine people, the Vietnamese. Thank you. May God bless you and keep you, guide you and protect you, until you achieve the happiness you so richly deserve." Kathy murmured, "Amen!" while the girls were struck utterly speechless. "But, Sir Ken!" they exclaimed. "You can't say that, let alone pray it — and that was a prayer, not a toast. How could you say such a thing? It's not right." "Because," Ken and Kathy said in unison, exactly like the girls, "it's the truth! You make us feel humble in the presence of such courage and bravery under unspeakable conditions." The girls then asked how they liked their caviar. Since neither Ken nor Kathy could ever afford it, they had never eaten it so the couldn't answer the question. The girls quickly prepared canapés and then knelt on the sofa feeding them. When Kathy protested that she was capable of feeding herself, the girl replied haughtily that, of course she was able to, but was not allowed to. The girls insisted they were going to do as many things for the Carlsons as they possibly could. When the phone rang one of the girls scampered to answer it, saying, "The Carlson suite. May I help you?" Whatever the caller said brought a brief look of dismay to her face. Then she just said, "Make it ten o'clock at the Bay Course, sir," and hung up. When asked, she said it had been the director of golf operations. No one had been allowed to book a tee time for the following day until the Carlsons had chosen theirs, so she did. After eating the rich caviar and having another glass of champagne, Kathy looked at Ken who just shook his head. Then he looked at her and said with a leer, "Woman, I want you where you belong: naked in my bed with your legs spread wide!" Kathy just replied, stifling a grin, "But sir ... I'm so innocent. How ... How do I know you will not hurt me?" Ken just grinned and winked. The girls then escorted the two to the bedrooms, with Kathy going into their own while Ken was taken to the other. While the girl was undressing her, Kathy noticed a wedge-shaped scar on her shoulder that was not on her sister's. Kathy concluded that the whip had peeled a wedge of skin which had subsequently reattached itself, leaving the scar. When she was naked, the girl was on her knees and just put her weight back on her heels looking up at Kathy carefully, while slowly shaking her head. Finally she said, "My Lady, you are utterly exquisite! Never have I seen such a perfect female body. You are a fitting consort for Sir Ken. Now, if you will come with me..." She led the way into the bathroom. She ran the shower — the suite had both a tub and a separate stall shower — tested the water temperature, then got into it with Kathy. She scrubbed her body with a terry wash cloth, concentrating on her back and loins. When she was satisfied, she asked Kathy to kneel and then shampooed her hair. After conditioning it, she carefully rinsed her off and shut off the water. Instead of getting dried off, though, Kathy was surprised to see the girl start to run water into the bathtub. As the water filled the tub, the girl nearly emptied a bottle of musk oil in it, then helped Kathy in. While Kathy felt her body soak luxuriantly, the girl was drying her hair and then styling it exactly the way Henry had done it the day before. The water was uncomfortably hot, but when Kathy complained, she was told that it was necessary to open her pores to absorb the expensive oil into her skin. Then the girl got to her knees and began to manipulate Kathy's labia, and used a very soft cloth carefully to wash and perfume her sex. The heat of the water coupled with her fatigue — the tensions of the day were now catching up with her — and the girl's ministrations almost put her to sleep. Finally the girl drained the tub, helped her out and carefully dried her off. Then she was led back to the bedroom. The girl — Kathy was thinking of her as Marie, but, of course, she could have been Celeste — opened a door which Kathy realized connected to the next room beyond the suite. She disappeared, but moments later reappeared pushing a massage table. Putting it into position, she set the wheel brakes so it could no longer roll, then motioned Kathy to lay on it, face down. She opened a large bottle of oil and began to work on Kathy's arms and shoulders, massaging the oil in. When she asked, Kathy was told it was musk oil, an expensive perfume base which enhanced natural odors. As Marie worked — in fact, she was the girl — she was utterly astonished. With her strong fingers she encountered something unique in her experience. Instead of easily moving the muscles beneath Kathy's skin, she found nothing but solid muscle mass covered by the smoothest, softest skin. Nevertheless, she found some knotted muscles that still remained from the morning's tension and carefully kneaded out the knots. She continued down the woman's body and found that the sensation just repeated: soft skin over smooth but very powerful muscles. Finishing with her calf muscles, she managed to roll Kathy over on her back. By this time the woman was sound asleep. Beginning with her arms and shoulders, she rubbed the oil into Kathy's skin. When she moved down to her breasts, she used very soft motions to work the oil into the very firm tits. At her slit, she just poured the oil down its length and used her small fingers to slicken every surface she could reach. Then she took a small rouge pot and using the greatest care, darkened the red of her lips, then teased the nipples into full erection and rouged them as well. Finally, as she was about to redden her nether lips, she stopped, smiled to herself and scampered back to the other bedroom. Her sister, Celeste, was licking her lips. She was using a body oil on Ken, who was also on his back, asleep. "Sister, is he not luscious? Have you ever seen a larger weapon of love? And look how full his balls are. Is Kathy worthy of him?" she asked in a whisper. Marie quickly answered yes, and explained what she had found. "Kathy is a fitting consort, sister. Her sheath is already wet with her juices." Then she explained what she was going to do and her sister just grinned and nodded. Marie retrieved a very small bottle from her things and returned to Kathy. With the greatest care she put the tiniest amount on her finger tip and carefully applied it inside Kathy's labia and then at the mouth of her vagina. Before she put it away, it was already doing its work. Even though she was still asleep, Kathy began slowly to roll her hips in a sexual motion. Then Marie took the rouge and reddened the cunt lips just as the new warmth in her loins awakened Kathy. Marie stepped back for a moment just to look. Then she took the bottle of musk oil and applied it full strength behind Kathy's ears, between her breasts, and then carefully poured it the length of the woman's slit. Finally, she took a beautiful white carnation and put it behind Kathy's ear, helped her off the massage table and led her to bed. The bed linen was the most luxurious percale money could buy. It was pure white for bridal virginity. Kathy's head was eased back onto firm pillows placed behind her head, and then Marie took a tiny white carnation and worked its stem into her dense and curly patch of pubic hair. When Kathy awakened, she could feel a wonderful heat — almost a burning sensation — in her cunt. She was led to the bed and could feel the wonderfully crisp sheets against her back. Almost against her will, she began to writhe her hips. She was still moving them when Celeste led Ken by the hand into the bedroom. While Marie had finished Kathy by working on her cunt, Celeste finished oiling Ken's body by working on his cock and balls. Using her two small hands together, she had it in a raging erection when she led him to his wife. His cock was aiming upward and was as rigid as a piece of pipe. Kathy looked at Ken and cried, "My darling! I need you so much. I need that raging cock inside me ... Split your wife, darling. Open me up ... Please!" When Ken was on his knees between her widespread legs, she took his cock and placed it at the mouth of her gaping vagina. When he eased in, the combination of her love juices and the oils the girls had used on both of them caused him just to slide in to nearly two-thirds of his length. With a cry of happiness Kathy swung her legs up high then wrapped them loosely around his neck and linked her ankles. In another movement, he eased in to his full length. His balls banging on her ass was enough to trigger Kathy's first orgasm. Her loins jerked and bucked beneath him as she achieved her first release. "Kiss me, darling," Kathy pleaded. "Bite my tits! Oh God, Ken, I love you so..." Still embedded to his full length, Ken leaned forward and met her lips rising to meet his. As good as their kisses had been, this was in a class by itself as the electricity flowed between them. Then he lowered his head and kissed each tit in turn while Kathy screamed, telling him to bite off her nipples. Then he raised himself and began to move his cock in and out, withdrawing until it was almost free, then slowly driving in to its full length. Although Ken and Kathy were oblivious to them, the girls were kneeling side by side on the edge of the bed, watching. They found it incredible that Kathy could so easily accommodate his huge length and size. Furthermore, his cock seemed to become even longer and bigger every time he withdrew it. They just shook their heads in wonderment. Kathy began to use skill she didn't know she had and could not even consciously control to vary her internal movements just enough to keep Ken from releasing. At the same time, she knew she was screaming obscenities, telling him to fuck his wife — fuck her ass off. Her head began to involuntarily flop back and forth and her loins had a life of their own. Now she was in continuous orgasm and all the muscles in her lower body were in convulsion. Still, somehow she kept Ken from releasing. While she jerked, Marie whispered to her sister, pointing out Kathy's incredible muscle development, now visible as the muscles convulsed and stood out under her smooth skin. Anyone smaller or weaker than Ken would have been flipped onto the floor. Everyone lost track of time, but it had been over fifteen minutes since Kathy began cuming continuously. Her body was just pumping out floods of vaginal juices that managed to work past Ken's massive organ and spill out on the bed. Finally, with a massive thrust Ken buried his rod in her wet sheath and released. Now Kathy was just screaming in a continuous wordless cry which reached a crescendo when he came. He could feel himself releasing his supply of cum and was startled when he felt small hands gently but firmly kneading his balls to empty them as much as possible. In spite of being in a dead faint, Kathy's vaginal muscles were still involuntarily contracting rhythmically to assist in his milking. When it slowed, Ken lowered himself on Kathy's unconscious body and just rested while he tried to regain his breath. He could feel her chest heaving beneath him as her body tried to refill its nearly-exhausted supply of oxygen. Then, with his last bit of energy, he rolled off her body and lay on his back beside her. When his chest had stopped heaving and his heartbeat had returned towards normal, he opened his eyes and saw one of the girls lowering her head towards Kathy's cunt from which a mixture of her juices and his was beginning to flow. He told her with a grin to get away — it was his supper. Then he managed to get up again, move down the bed and began to run his tongue in her tender slit. He found that their fluids were so copious he could almost drink at her cunt — a vessel filled to overflowing with his sexual fluids. After probing up her vagina as far as he could reach with his tongue, he returned to his position beside her. Lying on his back with his eyes closed, he became aware of a wonderful wet sensation from his cock. Opening his eyes, he grinned as he saw the two girls kneeling on each side using their tongues to lick off the fluids that were still on his cock and balls. When they sat back on their heels, he told them what he wanted to do, and they eagerly nodded their heads. Marie ran the bathtub while Ken easily lifted Kathy from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. Marie just shook her head as she realized that Kathy's hair, so beautifully groomed less than an hour earlier, was now sweat-soaked and sticky. After carefully washing Kathy's body, Ken held his wife upright while Marie carefully shampooed and conditioned her hair. Then, when Ken lifted her from the tub, she carefully dried off the magnificent body. Now Ken seated her on a makeup stool and continued to hold her upright while Marie dried her hair and restyled it. By the time he carried Kathy back to the bedroom, Celeste had completely changed the bed down to its mattress with another set of bed linen. Finally, Marie got two more carnations and again put one behind Kathy's ear and the other one in her pubic bush. Celeste, with a shy grin, showed them the other small carnation, now mashed flat, that she had rescued from the wreckage of the bed when she changed it. Then she said shyly that his pubic area smelled of the carnation when they were cleaning him off. Finally, Ken got in bed beside her, carefully placed her head on his shoulder and cupped her tit in his hand. Then the girls scrambled up on the bed, gave him a tender goodnight kiss, and then kissed Kathy's still lips tenderly as well. Realizing she had forgotten something, Marie quickly retrieved the rouge and Ken watched in fascination as she carefully rouged Kathy's lips, then her nipples and finally her cunt lips. Finally, she adjusted the position of the tiny carnation in Kathy's pubic hair and then carefully spread the bedcovers over them. Leaving only one small light burning on the bed table, the two girls withdrew. A short time later Kathy began to stir and finally awakened. She stretched and then looked puzzled. Feeling beneath her, expecting the bed to be soaking wet, she found it was crisp and dry. Feeling an odd sensation in her groin, she reached down and found the small flower where Marie had placed it. Only then did she look around and realize the girls were gone. Lifting her face towards him, Ken, seeing the wanting in her eyes, moved his lips down to meet hers. It was as beautiful a kiss as the last one, but totally different. This one was just loaded with their love for each other, but as devoid of passion as any kiss between these two people could ever be. When the kiss ended, Kathy asked softly, "Ken, what happened? Where are the girls?" With his eyes wide and guileless, he replied, "Nothing happened, darling. As for the girls, they just got tired of waiting and went to bed. Honey, you must have been terribly tired, because when I entered the room, you just fell asleep." Meantime, Kathy had reached down and felt his nearly-empty balls. With a wonderfully warm little grin, she just shook her head slowly and said, "Yeah! I'm sure..." With that she nestled her head more comfortably in his shoulder and snuggled as close to him as she could. With a soft sigh, her eyes closed and her lips formed a wonderful little smile as the recollection of their wonderful lovemaking came back to her. Ken turned out the light, kissed her softly on the lips again and almost instantly fell asleep. ------- Chapter 14 The next morning, Kathy was the first to awaken. She lay in the bed with her eyes closed just enjoying the wonderful feeling of Ken's hand still cupping her tit, while her body was molded to his. Then she just wriggled a little and enjoyed the crispness of the sheets against her bare skin. She gently squeezed his hand and looked up at his face. Instantly, his eyes opened, and instinctively he moved his head towards hers. Their first kiss of the morning was like the last kiss the night before: a tribute to their incredible love for each other, but lacking in passion. When she eased away, she said softly with love in her voice, "Good morning, my husband. Did you sleep well?" Ken was going to pretend to grumble, but instead replied, "My darling, it could not have been better. The bed is so wonderful for sleeping and you are exquisite in my arms. Darling Kathy, it was perfect!" Then he asked, "Did you sleep well?" He realized it must have been the right thing to say when she released her sunshine smile, lighting up the room, and then leaning towards him to kiss him again. She replied, "It could not possibly have been any better." Then she grinned ruefully and gently rubbed her crotch. "Of course, you have utterly destroyed my cunt..." Then she looked at him, rolled over so she was lying on top of him with her chin resting on the back of her hands, and said, "Darling, do you realize that if your cock were a hollow tube with the same length and breadth, I would catch stomach pneumonia if there is such a thing? You are so big, my darling, and you penetrate so deep..." Just then the girls said, "Good morning, Mistress and Master. Would you like your coffee or your morning lovemaking first?" Kathy thought for an instant and then rolled off him. When she did, she found that a girl had already piled up pillows behind her. When she reached out her hand, a cup of coffee was placed in it. Then she looked at Ken, grinned, and touched her cup to his in a salute. After taking her first sip and finding it perfect, she just leaned back onto the pillows with a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them, she looked at Ken, grinned and said, "Darling, don't feel badly. It's just that this is a luxury we don't have at home. In order to have coffee at home I first have to get out of my snugly warm bed and make it. Here, we only need to reach out a hand." Then with concern in her eyes she asked, "You don't mind, do you, darling?" Ken just shook his head and said, "Not at all. It is pretty neat, isn't it?" They sipped their coffee and had refills. Then Kathy climbed back on Ken's chest and said, "Twins, you have beautiful skin but except for your heads, you are hairless. I hear that Asians don't have much body hair. If that's true, here is one of the great joys you won't experience." The girls watched as she raised her body from his chest just enough so that only her nipples were in contact with the hair on his chest. Slowly she began to rotate her torso. As she did, her nipples engorged and she raised her body slightly higher so that only her nipples made contact with his coarse hair. Normally, Kathy could do this for only a minute or two before the stimulation, coupled with her need for him, forced her to stop. This morning, though, Kathy forced herself to ignore the self-induced torment and kept it up. Now she lowered her body slightly so the tips of her nipples were now contacting his chest itself. The contact of her pebble-hard nipples on his chest created a sexual stimulation the likes of which Ken had never experienced. In spite of his massive orgasm of the night before, he could feel his cock rising in response to the incredible sensation. In spite of her resolve, Kathy could not completely control her passion and began to moan and grind her pelvis and her pubic mound against his lower body. Because of his size, though, her vagina was still well above his now-throbbing cock. Now Ken could feel his body hair becoming wet from the love juices flowing from her cunt. Finally Kathy could take it no longer. With a wordless cry, she jerked upright while kneeling astride his body, slid downward to reach his cock and, rising as high on her knees as she could, was just able to get high enough to put his cock into her vaginal opening. With a cry she dropped her entire weight and impaled herself on his sex. She leaned forward, feeling as she did the huge pole inside her. When she kissed him this time, in addition to her love, there was all the passion she could communicate. Finally she rose up again and delighted in the fact that Ken was now holding one of her tits in each hand while squeezing them and tweaking her nipples. When he did, her nipples were now so sensitive from her earlier activities, she screamed from a combination of the pleasure and pain. She was moving up and down on him now, rising as high as she could to maximize the length of her stroke. It was as if she was climbing a mountain. She would reach a peak, have an orgasmic seizure, stop for a moment and resume, climbing another, still-higher peak. This continued until she brought herself to the point of continuous orgasm, but while still varying her movements enough to prevent Ken from achieving the release that he was striving to obtain. Finally he let go inside her. As she felt his cock start to throb, Kathy again dropped with her full weight on him to impale herself as deeply as possible. Then his cum began spurting in a series of spasms. With a near-superhuman effort, she willed herself to retain consciousness — and did. For the first time she felt her body work to pump him dry. At the same time, she reached down behind and squeezed his balls in the same rhythm as her vaginal muscles were squeezing his buried cock. This time it was Ken who screamed and then passed out from the incredible combination of sensations. As she felt his cock start to shrink in size inside her, she collapsed face down on his chest and just caressed and kissed any part of his body within reach of her fingers and lips. When Ken's eyes fluttered open, she was back to resting her chin on the back of her hands and just looking at him. When his eyes focused on her, she grinned and moved up far enough to kiss him warmly. Returning to her former position she said, "I won! For the first damned time in our life together, I remained conscious! And this time, I knocked you out!" Taking a deep breath, Ken grinned and responded, "You sure as hell did! What now?" "Now, my darling, you have breakfast at my cunt while I clean off your cock. Then we take a shower while these loafing urchins clean up the mess we just made and produce some food for us." Looking over at the girls she said, "Order two whole horses! I am utterly starving to death. And poor Ken ... I think he passed out from starvation, not from sex." With that, she reversed her position on the bed and began to lick the cum and vaginal fluids that were drying on Ken's now-flaccid prick. Meanwhile she moaned in pleasure as she could feel his lips and tongue working on her cunt. Remarkably, she just giggled as she felt another small orgasm when his teeth lightly bit her clit. When they went towards the bathroom, she ordered the girl who was coming in with them to clean up or something, adding that this time she was going to have the fun of washing her husband herself. She reminded the girl to get a big table and to be sure to order enough food for four people since she and her sister would be eating with them, too. Then she finished by telling the girl that if she wanted to take a shower with a man to get one of her own, but she laughed when the girl reminded her, with a very straight face, "But Lady Kathy, didn't you pay attention in school? They were always telling us about sharing, and I mean..." Kathy just firmly closed the bathroom door. After a playful shower with Ken, they dried one another off, put on terry robes and went out to the sitting room. The sisters were looking embarrassed as they stood there, waiting. Their breakfast of large sirloin steaks with eggs had already arrived. By this time, Kathy and Ken were so famished they ate every bite, including every piece of toast. When they finally pushed away from the table, they felt restored and ready to take on the world. After asking what was scheduled, Marie reminded them of their golf tee time at ten o'clock. Suddenly, Kathy felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. The fact was that she had never set foot on a real golf course in her life. Her only exposure to the game was on a computerized golf trainer at the health club. There a player used a real club to hit a real golf ball into a screen showing the projected image of a real golf hole. Somehow the computer "read" the shot and then displayed the hole from the location where it calculated the player's ball would be lying. When she explained her problem to Ken, he only grinned and said it might give him a chance to actually win at something. Then there was the problem of what to wear. It turned out to be easily resolved as the girls showed them a small part of their clothing collection: all brand-new and all perfectly sized. Ken wore a pair of Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt while Kathy wore a pair of shorter shorts that the girls assured her were just within the limits of the course clothing rules. "Of course," they added, "the rules do not apply to you. None of them!" Nevertheless, she wore the shorts with a sleeveless shirt with two pockets placed strategically to help conceal her bare nipples. There was no way, she said, that she would wear a bra — in fact, she no longer owned any. The Trangs disappeared into their room and reappeared moments later wearing their uniforms. Then the girls escorted them to the golf shop and introduced the professional, Jim Conroy. After quickly excusing themselves they returned to the hotel while Conroy took charge. He was as tall as Ken — six feet three — but with a much more slender build. Ken's shoulders would have made two of Jim's. Jim stood in front of Ken with a strange smile on his face and asked, "Mr. Carlson, is my face familiar?" Ken looked at him and there was a flash of recognition but he couldn't bring it into focus. Then Conroy added, "A helicopter pilot? Vietnam?" Suddenly Ken's face lighted up and he exclaimed, "Of course! My God!" He took Conroy into his arms and almost crushed him in a bear hug, while they pounded each other on the back. When Ken let go, he just shook his head and grinned saying, "You sure look one hell of a lot better now than you did the last time I saw you!" Turning to Kathy, he explained, "Hon, we were on one of our deep-penetration missions behind enemy lines. Then we got a call that one of our special choppers had been shot down and aircraft, trying to rescue the crew, had been driven off by ground fire. Well, we were in the area, so we picked him up and brought him out. Jim, here, had been pretty badly shot up." Conroy was just slowly shaking his head. When Ken finished, Jim said, "Mrs. Carlson — I assume it is Mrs. Carlson, isn't it?" Kathy quickly nodded but said, "It's Kathy. And may I call you Jim?" He grinned, said he wished she would and then told his story. As he was telling it a beautiful tall blonde woman with blue eyes came up and stood beside him. He said, "Kathy, what Ken said was, I guess, strictly speaking, accurate. However, there are a couple of things he left out. For example, my leg had been pretty badly shot up. The North Vietnamese didn't have any stretchers, and I don't think they felt much like carrying me if they did. So I was looking up from the ground as the officer in charge of the unit cocked his automatic, aimed it at my head and started to squeeze the trigger. "Suddenly, his whole hand, and the gun in it, disappeared; he just stared stupidly at a stump, now gushing blood. A moment later, a hole appeared in his forehead right between his eyes. An instant later, I hear the sounds of the shots. Later, I found out that the gunner was your husband — he did all the long-range shooting in his unit. Anyway, simultaneously all hell breaks loose. In only an instant, what had been an enemy infantry platoon was just a bunch of dead bodies. "I guess just about then I passed out. The next thing I know I'm on the ground in a hidden campsite, stretched out on a tarp. Your husband is practicing his carving on my leg. What he's really doing, you see — having already saved my life — is saving my leg by expertly taking out all the metal." He shook his head and said, "At least, that's what the docs, both at Clark Field in the Philippines, and at Hickam, here, said. Anyway, I pass out again. Perhaps I should have mentioned that we were about 150 miles behind enemy lines while all this was happening. At any rate, for the next ten days your husband literally carries me out of the place on his back!" There were tears showing at the corners of his eyes when he finished by saying, "What can you say to the man who saved your life? I really don't know. But your husband certainly saved mine." Suddenly he had a flash of memory and asked, "Mrs. Carlson, you did say your name is Kathy, didn't you?" She nodded, and he asked, "Kathy, of the Kathy-grams?" "Jim," she replied, "I only heard the term for the first time less than a week ago, but I guess so. I assume you mean some girlish scribbles on blue paper written with blue ink?" "No, Kathy, I don't," he answered, shaking his head. "I saw this when we got out of the jungle: Ken was seen coming out, and a guy came running up with a little stack of these blue envelopes. After seeing that I was taken care of, Ken just dropped his gear on the ground, sat on his pack, and started opening and reading them, one after the other. I saw a man literally come back to life before my eyes. Keep in mind we had just walked 150 miles through enemy-controlled jungle. The guys were just shot to shit — utterly exhausted — and not a soul could fault them for it after what they had been through. "What happens? I see your husband reading and it was like watching a battery recharge. By the time he read the last letter, it was as if he had just had ten days of R&R. Then he charged up the troops, and after replenishing their food and ammo, they just melted back into the jungle." Then he stuck out his hand and said, "Thank you, Kathy, for saving my life. It's clear that you, and you alone, were the inspiration that enabled Ken to routinely perform such superhuman feats." Kathy was shaken. She had warmly stated to her friends before that Ken was her hero, regardless of what others might think. Now she found that he was a hero against any conceivable standard of measurement. Moreover, in less than twenty-four hours she had met three people whose lives Ken had personally saved. Before Kathy could think of an appropriate response, Jim turned to the woman beside him and said, "Kathy and Ken, I would like to introduce you to the love of my life, Hank Conroy. Hank, this is Kathy and Ken Carlson. I guess you know the rest of it, though, because, God knows, I've told you the story thousands of times." Hank Conroy appeared to be about Kathy's age. She had golden blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a beautifully slim figure with a golden tan. Without saying a word, she went up to Ken, stood on tiptoe, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her kiss, Ken realized, was exactly like Kathy's but lacking her passion. What it lacked in passion, though, it more than made up in pure love. When she slowly relaxed her hold, she said, "Thank you, Ken Carlson, for saving Jim's life!" Before he could say a word in reply, Hank had taken Kathy in her arms and was hugging and kissing her in the same way. Kathy was startled for an instant and initially resisted, but then just melted in this beautiful woman's embrace. She realized that, if anything, there was even more love in her kiss than in Ali's and she didn't think that was possible. When Hank slowly released her, she said softly, "And thank you, Kathy, for providing the inspiration that enabled Ken to do the things he did!" Then with a small smile she added, "And Kathy, you have the most kissable lips ever put on a woman. Ken is a very lucky man, indeed, to have your love." Then she said, "I heard that you two would be down this morning. I'm sorry to intrude, but this is something I just had to do." With her eyes downcast, she concluded, "Please forgive me for any embarrassment I may have caused." With that she headed toward the door. Before she had gone more than a few steps, though, Kathy exclaimed, "Hank, please stay!" Then turning to Jim she asked, "Was I mistaken, or were you planning on coming out on a round with us?" He replied that he had been instructed to ride around the course with them and show them how best to play each hole. Then Kathy asked, "Am I correct in assuming Hank plays golf? God knows, she looks coordinated enough, and she certainly moves like an athlete." Jim didn't know what to say, except to say that his wife was a good golfer. Hearing that, Kathy beamed her sunshine smile and asked, "Hank, could you play a round with us? How about if the women play the men? Will you, Hank? Please? Your kiss told me that you are a woman I would very much like to get to know. It would mean a great deal to me if you would say yes." Hank Conroy's jaw dropped. Then she asked, "Mrs. Carlson, are you saying that I would be doing you a favor by playing a round of golf with you? Did I hear you right?" Kathy replied with a grin, "You sure did! Except the name is Kathy to you, Hank Conroy — it is never Mrs. Carlson. Okay? And I hope you don't mind me calling you Hank." Hank just shook her head and said, "The woman who is responsible for saving my husband's life asks me if I would do her a great favor by playing a round of golf with her." Then she looked deep into Kathy's eyes and said, "Lady, I sure in hell hope you know my husband's life is utterly priceless to me. If you had said you wanted my right arm in repayment, my answer would have been, 'Of course!', and I would have gone for a sharp knife and a meat saw. Are you getting my message, Kathy? Good God, of course I'll play golf with you! In fact, I'll carry you around on my back, if you'd like." Then with a broad grin, she said, "Now come on, woman! We're tying up the whole damned course!" She led the way to the women's locker room after picking up Kathy's locker key. It turned out that their two lockers were close together and Hank opened Kathy's. When she did, she let out a low whistle and said, "Lady, you certainly go first class!" Everything imaginable was inside it, including three pairs of golf shoes. Since Kathy had never worn a pair of golf spikes, she took a white pair that looked like leather athletic shoes. Hank pointed out that there were socks to wear that came up only slightly higher than the low tops of the shoes themselves. Since Kathy didn't have the slightest idea what she would need, she just left the rest of the gear in the locker when Hank assured her that her golf bag would be loaded with golf balls. Her new friend put on a similar pair of shoes and then led the way out to the golf carts. Kathy was following behind and was trying to analyze her feelings. Knowing that she tended to be shy and retiring, Kathy couldn't understand why she was so forward with this lovely tall blonde. Watching her move, she suddenly realized that Hank looked like her! She moved with the same athletic grace and had the same proud carriage. Moreover, she seemed to feel the same way toward Jim that she felt toward Ken. When she caught up with Hank at the golf carts, the woman was already supervising a switch in bags. She told Kathy that on the Bay Course women had a significant advantage resulting from the placement of the women's tees — sometimes almost 100 yards in front of the men's. When they rejoined the men at the first tee, Jim was already giving Ken some pointers on his grip. When the women joined, Kathy asked, "Since Hank and I are playing you two, and Jim's the club pro, how many strokes do we get?" Looking at Jim she asked, "How many strokes do you give Hank when you play alone?" He grinned and replied, "As many as she can con me out of. It usually ends up about twenty-seven. Why? Do you want us to give you two that many on a best-ball game?" Kathy nodded and smiled. Then he asked, "What are we playing for?" Before she could answer, Hank said, "Ten-dollar Nassau. We get a stroke a hole plus another stroke on the each of next nine toughest holes on the women's card. Okay?" Jim just shook his head sadly but agreed. Hank explained that with the tee placements often it was necessary for the women to wait for the men to drive and then go out to their own tees. That was the case on the first hole. Ken led off and hit a towering drive that must have gone nearly three hundred yards. Unfortunately the ball sliced and landed in deep rough on the right side of the fairway. When Jim drove, Kathy admired the smoothness of his swing. Although his drive wasn't as long as Ken's, it had a little draw on it so when it landed in the middle of the fairway it continued to roll. It ended up almost 275 yards from the tee in perfect position for his next shot. They drove out to the women's tee, and Kathy led off. Only then did she realize that she didn't even know what sort of clubs she was playing with. Although she had looked at her golf bag, she hadn't even thought to look at the clubs in it. Swallowing hard, she took the driver out of the bag along with some tees and a couple of golf balls. Walking up to the tee she looked at the club in her hand and realized it was one of the very best with a graphite shaft and a boron-composite head. Hank motioned for her to go first so Kathy teed up her ball. After taking a deep breath, she addressed it the way Judy had taught her to and imagined that she was back at the computer golf unit at the health club. All she wanted to do was hit the ball and get it off the tee. She swung and the ball went off the club head with a wonderful-sounding click. Having been taught to keep her head still, she lifted it and saw the ball sailing straight down the fairway and was astonished when it went beyond Jim's ball. Hank let out a whoop and said, "That-a-way, partner! Beautiful!" Kathy felt great. It was the first time she had ever hit a golf ball outside the little cage in her life. Hank had a lovely straight drive too, but it was not as long as Kathy's. As they walked back to their cart, it was obvious to Kathy that something was on Hank's mind, so she said, "Out with it, Hank. I can tell you have some evil thought in your mind." The girl looked at Kathy quickly and blushed and said, "I guess I'm about as open as a book, aren't I? Plotting and scheming were never my strong suits." Then she grinned and added, "Besides, it's not evil ... it's just dirty!" Then she asked softly, "Kathy, you have a beautiful body, don't you?" To Kathy, that was a novel thought. All she could think to say was, "Ken likes it, I guess. And it is much nicer than it used to be. But why do you ask?" "Because I was watching you carefully when you were on the tee. I have never seen such muscles on a woman as you have. You are the most perfectly-conditioned female it's ever been my good fortune to lay eyes on." Then she stopped suddenly, looked at Kathy while she began to blush brick red and said, "How about taking off our clothes? Just playing in our bikinis? That's all you're wearing under your shorts, isn't it?" Then with a little smile she said, "It will give us an advantage, too. Jim is a tit man. Mine are pretty good, and I'll bet yours are magnificent. Want to try? We're out of sight from the clubhouse now, and we'll stay that way, at least most of the time." Kathy's initial reaction was one of shock, but then she felt her cunt moisten with anticipation. To her amazement, she heard herself say, "Great idea! Let's do it." Then she looked puzzled and asked, "When? Do we do it now?" Hank grinned, nodded rapidly, and shed her top and shorts. Now all she was wearing was a tiny thong that covered her pubes but nothing else. While Kathy was stripping, Hank went to her bag and retrieved some suntan lotion. Coming back she said, "Kathy, one thing I learned — painfully — a long time ago: Hawaii is in the tropics; we're south of the Tropic of Cancer. Because the trade winds blow almost all the time, a person doesn't feel hot but the sun is very strong." For the first time Hank realized that, although she had a much deeper tan than Kathy, Kathy's was an all-over tan, too — there were no suit marks anywhere. Clearly, she was also used to sunning herself in the nude. Hank began applying the lotion to Kathy, beginning at her forehead and working down her body. When she began to rub the lotion into Kathy's shoulders, she discovered what the Trang sisters had found the night before: She was nothing but satin-smooth skin over incredibly powerful muscles. Hank let out a low whistle and Kathy looked at her with a question in her eyes. She said, "Kathy, you are unbelievable! I have never seen a woman so..." Suddenly she stopped talking and looked at Kathy in awe, "My God! You're the woman who saved that man in LA on Saturday, aren't you?" Kathy reddened, but nodded. "The story got a big play, even out here. No one could figure out how you were physically able to do what you did. But now I can! Woman, you are incredibly powerful, aren't you?" "Knock it off, Hank," Kathy protested. "I guess I'm in average shape for a woman..." She was stopped by Hank's howl of laughter. "Lady, if you're average I guess an Olympic gymnast would rate as just a little below average." Then glaring at Kathy she added, "You do know, I hope, that any virtue if taken to excess becomes a vice? Modesty, for example?" Hank just shook her head in simulated disgust and went back to spreading lotion on Kathy. When she reached her loins, she was on her knees and looked up saying, "Kath, why don't you take off your bikini for a minute? Then I'll put the stuff all over so all you will need to do is move the strings a little whenever you think about it to try to keep from getting marked." With a little grin she added, "I guess you don't have any suit marks either, do you?" Kathy returned the grin and stepped out of her bikini. When she did, Hank just sat back on her heels and let out another low, appreciative whistle. Then she said, as if to herself, "Henrietta, you don't know the half of it!" With that she began to work the lotion into Kathy's loins and slit. When she reached around to spread it on Kathy's buns, her face was almost in Kathy's bush. Suddenly Hank buried her face in it and gripped Kathy's ass cheeks. After softly kissing the cuntal hair, she moved her lips lower and tongued Kathy's now-moist slit. Rocking back on her heels again, she looked up and said, "I'm so sorry, Kathy! I don't know what happened. It's just that ... that ... I wanted to kiss the loins that nurture the man who saved my husband's life ... The loins that will bear his beautiful children..." There were tears in the corners of her eyes as she begged, "Please forgive me, Kathy? But you are so exquisite! Even your cunt is so fragrant and wonderful." "For what am I forgiving you now, dear Hank? For creating the most lovely sensation in my cunt since Ken was in me? For what?" Then she grinned and asked, "Did I hear Henrietta? Is that you?" Now Hank grinned and dried her eyes saying, "Sure is! Isn't it just the most awful name? It sort of sounds like a maiden librarian, doesn't it? Maybe that's what I was meant to be." She quickly finished with the lotion and Kathy pulled up her bikini as Hank turned towards the golf cart. Before she could even take a step Kathy demanded, "And where do you think you're going? I think I heard something, somewhere, about a hot tropical sun? Stand still, lady, and drop your pants!" Hank was startled for a moment but then did what Kathy had asked. Now it was Kathy's turn to spread the lotion over a beautiful body. When she did Hank's tits, she went around behind her so she could cup them as she worked the lotion in. The woman's breasts were full and beautifully formed with small brown nipples. Kathy thought the brown color must be due to the sun. While still behind her, she worked on the woman's back and then down to her buns which were small and very tight. Going around in front, she went to her knees and did her beautiful legs, working up to her crotch. Before doing her loins, Kathy was on her knees. Holding Hank's buns, she did something that first occurred to her when she had been kissed. Using her tongue, she licked the woman's slit and then gently bit her clit. Instantly Hank's loins bucked in a surprising orgasm. Gently, Kathy licked up the sweetness that discharged from her cunt, then quickly applied the lotion all over her loins including her small dense pubic bush of blonde hair that was bleached a golden white by the sun. Jumping to her feet, she found that Hank was still standing stock-still in a state of shock. Kathy took the girl in her arms, hugged her tightly and kissed her sweetly full on the lips. At first Hank's lips were tight, but then she melted under Kathy's kiss and mashed their tits together in a close embrace. When they released, Hank's eyes were glazed and she whispered, "Why did you do that, Kathy? Why?" There was great love in Kathy's eyes as she replied softly, "I really don't know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I guess I just wanted to see what a beautiful Hawaiian blonde would taste like. The answer, by the way, is scrumptious!" Then she just shook her head and said, "Lady, you are sinfully orgasmic, aren't you? When you're with Jim, do you ever stop cuming? Does he ever eat your cunt? My bet is that he does." Hank just shook her golden head and said, "Oh shit, I guess it's all over now. The answer is I can get off just staring at Jim, and yes, he loves to eat my cunt." Then with a warm smile she said, "And thank you, Kathy. That felt wonderful!" Then she looked at Kathy suspiciously and asked, "But what am I going to have to do for you, lady? After all we owe you already... ?" Then her eyes filled with tears as she added, "All we owe you is our life together, our happiness, our very existence on this earth..." "Come on, lady, move it." Kathy interjected. "Besides, don't you know that tears are salty and salt water can destroy a golf course?" As they went back to their cart, now carrying their clothes and only wearing tiny bikinis, each was thinking what a wonderful woman the other was. ------- Chapter 15 When the women reached Hank's ball, the men had been waiting and had started to wonder what had happened to them. Jim started to make a crack to his wife about getting lost when his jaw just dropped, realizing that both women were now nearly nude. Then he just grinned at Hank whose naked blonde beauty was overwhelming. She was a vision in shades of gold with her golden tan, brilliant golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. After motioning to Kathy to put sun protection on Ken, she spoke in low tones to her husband. Without saying a word about their nakedness, she said, "Hon, could you help Kathy? Believe it or not, this was the first time she ever hit a golf ball except in a computerized golf trainer. The girl who taught her is a general physical education graduate with no golf experience at all. Kathy really doesn't even know how to hold a golf club." Then she smiled warmly and said, "Darling, I love her. I really do, and it has nothing to do with the fact that we owe our lives to her and Ken. Honest! It's something else ... something I can't put my finger on. But really, she's got the potential to be a really good golfer. You saw how far she hit the damned ball!" Jim just shook his head and waited for Kathy to finish with the suntan cream. When she did, she grinned and wiped her forehead saying, "Good grief! Have you ever tried to oil a brown bear? That's Ken." While Hank looked over her own ball lie and got ready to take her shot, Jim took Kathy out of earshot and gave her a club to hold. When she did, he frowned. The way she held it made it remarkable that she could hit the ball at all. He showed her the correct grip for her, and she took a couple of practice swings. Even her practice swings caused Jim's eyes to widen. As a professional athlete, he got a hint of Kathy's hidden muscle development. He gave her a couple of other suggestions while Hank hit her second shot to a position short of the green but on the fairway. When they reached Jim's ball, he just glanced at the flag-stick, selected a club and smoothly lofted a shot that landed to the right of the pin and rolled about thirty feet beyond. He was in perfect position to make his par. Ken's ball was found, but it was in rough so dense that he had no possible shot. Claiming an unplayable lie, he took a penalty stroke and dropped his ball out on the fairway. He hooked his next shot which carried beyond the hole and into more rough. Jim watched his swing, was troubled by what he saw, but couldn't figure out what the problem was. When the girls reached Kathy's ball, Hank looked at it, then at the green, selected a club from Kathy's bag, and then gave it to her saying, "Just hold it the way Jim told you and swing the way you did on the tee." Kathy positioned herself, carefully gripped the club lightly with her hands on the grip the way she had just been taught, and then took an easy swing. The ball soared in a high trajectory in a line straight for the pin. It landed on the green about twenty feet past the flag, but its backspin brought it back to within six feet of the cup. When Kathy saw what she had done, she leaped joyously into the air and then hugged Hank tight. As she did she felt the odd but pleasant sensation of feeling her bare tits crushed by another pair nearly as firm as her own. Jim missed his first putt but the ball stopped only inches beyond the cup, leaving him a tap-in par. Then Kathy lined up her putt carefully, assessed the roll of the green, and firmly stroked the ball. It followed the green contour that she had accurately read and dropped in the hole for a birdie three. This time it was Hank who leaped up in the air while Kathy, still unsure of herself, asked, "Was that good?" Her friend grinned and replied, "Let's put it this way, Kath: We get a stroke a hole. In addition we get a stroke on the women's handicap holes one through nine. This is nine. You scored a three, minus two strokes for a net one! Hell yes! it's good. Sweetheart, a one beats a four almost every time," she finished with a grin. When Kathy apologized for being so stupid, Hank took her in her arms and kissed her solidly again, murmuring, "Kathy Carlson, I love you like the sister I always wanted but never had. You are just great!" For his part, Ken was having problems with his game. Although he hit very powerful shots, they were going all over the course. Nevertheless, he was having a wonderful time talking with Jim and just watching his wife's body move so gracefully. She had an apparent total disregard for her nudity. Then he watched Hank and commented to Jim, "You're a very lucky guy, Jim. Hank is an incredibly beautiful woman." When he said it, he was reminded of Mike Higgins comment Saturday night. He really didn't normally see women as women; rather, he just saw them as people. From his reaction, Ken thought Jim was the same way. His eyes were locked on his wife's beautiful body and he seemed to delight in just watching her move. The match settled into a pattern. Hank was just hitting her ball for the hell of it but having fun. She was never in serious scoring contention. Instead, she was concentrating on coaching Kathy. On each shot she would select Kathy's club, show her where to aim and then watch the ball fly off her clubhead toward the pin. She just shook her head in amazement when she realized that her new friend was regularly hitting the ball nearly 200 yards off the tee, and her irons proportionately as far. After just a few holes all the rough edges were off Kathy's swing and she was playing as if she had been born with a golf club in her hand. Jim was playing his usual conservative game and shooting par golf, while Ken continued to be all over the course, yet he was still hitting the ball a mile. Unfortunately his balls were sailing off in all directions. The result was that the men were down five holes by the time they reached the sixth. Moreover, they were down by one hole without considering the handicap. The sixth hole on the Bay Course does the sixteenth at Pebble Beach one better. While the Pebble Beach hole has the Pacific on one side, the Kapalua sixth uses the Pacific as a water hazard: A player shoots over it. The tee is on the north side of a narrow, rocky defile with the Pacific waves breaking inside, while the green is on the south side. With the waves breaking below, there is no such thing as trying to retrieve a ball that lands in the water. As she stood on the tee looking at the green across the water, Kathy looked like a goddess standing nearly naked against the wild backdrop of volcanic cliffs and the breaking waves. Hank put a club in her hand, winked and said, "Kathy, do your thing!" Kathy winked back, deciding that Hank was a great coach and a wonderful friend. Moreover, in spite of finding it so easy, Kathy found she loved the game of golf. Teeing her ball very low the way Hank told her to do for an iron shot off the tee, she swung the short iron with a smooth, easy swing. Completing her follow-through, she looked up in time to see the ball in a mile-high trajectory coming down headed right for the pin. This time it landed three feet beyond, but the backspin on the ball walked it back towards the hole. It stopped almost on the lip of the cup. This time everyone cheered, and Kathy jumped up and down. Ken swept her into his arms and kissed her for luck, but then, tasting her lips, kissed her again seriously. Kathy wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on as her knees turned to rubber and the electricity flowed between them. She was still wobbly when he released her. She yelled, "Director! Where in hell is the tournament director?" Then looking at Hank she asked, "Isn't that against the rules or something? This big bear knows damn well that every time he kisses me like that my knees turn to water and I end up as just a glob of warm mush." Hank, who had seen the passion and electricity in their kiss, thought, Just like Jim and me! In response to Kathy's complaint, though, she tried to appear sympathetic and said, "Kath, it certainly ought to be. On the other hand, given a choice of a hole-in-one or one of Ken's kisses, which would you take?" "Damn it, Conroy! That's an unfair question. Of course, I'll take the kiss ... But why should I have to choose?" Hank just stuck out the tip of her tongue and grinned. Kathy, feeling warm and wonderful, just grinned back. Her tap-in birdie won the hole outright, although Jim just missed a birdie himself to tie — gross — when his putt rimmed the cup, but didn't fall. When they reached the tenth green — Kathy had refused to put on a shirt on the tenth tee in spite of being in sight of the clubhouse — she looked at Hank and asked with a mischievous grin, "Are your pants as wet as mine? You know, wet pants can cause chafing and irritation and..." With that she just slid her bikini off and stood up, proudly naked. Hank just grinned and slipped hers off, too. When the men saw their wives, they grinned at each other and just shook their heads but didn't say a word. Finally, on the seventeenth hole Kathy had a very make-able twenty-foot putt. As she was standing lining it up, Ken came up behind her, put his arms around her, gently ran his fingers over her bush and into her slit, and then gently teased her clit. The instant orgasm she experienced resulted in her vaginal juices dripping onto the ground, while Kathy just leaned back against him and moaned softly. Then he raised his hands, cupped her sweat-slickened tits, and gently pinched her nipples. When Kathy took her putt, her knees were still wobbly and she wasn't close. At that, she started to cry and Ken took her in his arms to comfort her. Actually, it was all an act. When she was in his arms, she started to pound on his chest with her fists, exclaiming, "Kenneth Carlson, I hate you! You are a brute, a bully, a ... an ... an attacker of defenseless women..." Ken howled with laughter and exclaimed, "Defenseless? You? Kathy Carlson, why do you think I work to stay in shape? If I didn't, I'd be killed! Defenseless, indeed!" Although she tried to act mad, Kathy couldn't control her grin. It was with the greatest reluctance that the girls put on their clothes after teeing off on eighteen. In defiance, they refused to put on their bikinis — they were wearing their shorts and shirts and nothing else. When the match was finally over, the men had been devastated. Although Jim had shot a two-under-par 70, Kathy had finished with an astounding score for the first round of golf of her life — a one-over-par 73. Kathy was utterly ecstatic and kissed everyone. When she kissed Jim, it was the most loving, yet the most passionless kiss, he had ever experienced. He held her in his arms after the kiss was ended and looked at her. He could see her eyes dancing with delight when he said, "See? Aren't I a great pro? One lesson and you shoot a 73!" Then he kissed her again. Hank tapped him on the shoulder and pretended to frown. "Conroy, remember me? Henrietta? Referred to by some as your wife?" They winked at each other and he folded her into his arms. Their kiss had all the fire and passion that Kathy's lacked. Kathy watched as the electricity flowed between them and Hank wrapped her arms around Jim's neck to keep from falling. She giggled when she heard Hank whisper, "Darling, don't we have time for even a quickie?" Then she understood the woman completely when Hank continued in a whisper, "Jim Conroy, I love you desperately, my darling. You are my love and my life!" With that, she kissed him again, totally oblivious to the people watching from the nearby terrace. Kathy now knew why she felt so close to Hank: They saw things the same way and loved their husbands the same way, too. The guys were bleeding about having to pay their bets, but the girls showed no mercy. Hank said, "James, pay me now or pay me later. And I'm not sure you would survive 'later'." Jim complained that his wife kept him penniless but she just stuck out her tongue. When Ken tried to renege on the basis of Ali's threat to ship them to Devil's Island if they spent any of their own money, Kathy told him it didn't include his dumb bets. He caused his eyes to tear as he appeared reluctant to give her thirty dollars. Kathy grinned and then melted him with a kiss. Then she added caustically, "Stop your bitching. That kiss alone was worth at least thirty bucks!" Ken just laughed and kissed her again. Jim said he was going to take Ken out to the practice tee and make a videotape of his swing. The girls headed towards the locker room and found Marie and Celeste there waiting for them. "Good afternoon, Lady Kathy. Good afternoon, Mrs. Conroy," they said. Hank just stood there and looked at them with one eyebrow raised saying nothing. Then Marie said, "Oh pooh, Hank! You're not fair. We're trying to be on our very best behavior for the hotel's most honored guests — and our saviors." Quickly they explained how they had first encountered Ken Carlson, and how he had saved their lives. Hank was crying when they finished the story and said that she never knew. Entering the locker room, the Trangs began to undress the women. When they did, they expressed surprise that their clothes were so dry on such a hot day. Hank commented to Kathy that this was an advantage of nude golf she hadn't even considered: no sweaty clothes to wash. The Trang girls quickly undressed also and then led them to the shower room. On the way, they passed an exercise room. Glancing inside, Kathy saw a weight machine that was the same type she used at her health club. Although she told the others to go ahead and shower, they elected to see what Kathy was going to do. At the back of the unit, a series of levers controlled the amount of weight being used. It was obvious that most women used the machine at between five and twenty percent of its weight capacity. After connecting all the weight, Kathy lay on her back on the platform and began to work out. The other women just watched in utter amazement as she appeared to move the weights effortlessly. Clearly, it was not effortless as they saw her working muscles bulge from the strain. After twenty-five quick reps, she sat up with her back to the weights and with her arms outstretched, held the handles and, by swinging her still-outstretched arms, touched her hands in front of her. By the time she was finished with her workout, Hank was watching in utter amazement. She had never seen any person as strong as Kathy, let alone a woman. Now sweat was dripping off Kathy's naked body as they went into the shower room. When Hank asked her about her workout, instead of answering directly Kathy asked, "Hank, did you take a good look at Ken? That was purely self-defense. If I'm not in good shape I could accidentally get killed in bed with that man!" Then she winked and went into the shower. The Trang girls got under the showers with the women and began carefully to wash them with soft wash cloths. Kathy thought that the cool water felt delicious on her skin as she just reveled in the sensations caused by Marie's hands. When they were rinsed off, the girls asked them to kneel and carefully shampooed and conditioned their hair. When Marie went to lead Kathy by the hand, Kathy stood still and instead pulled the girl back into the shower. Hank watched and grinned, following Kathy's lead with Celeste. Just as carefully, they washed the small Vietnamese girls, in spite of their protests that it was not right. Because Kathy and Hank were so much taller than they were, it wasn't necessary for the girls to kneel for the women to wash their hair and condition it. While they were working, Kathy pointed out the terrible scars both girls carried on their bodies and explained in greater detail what had happened on that terrible day and in the days following, as they escaped through the jungle. Kathy finished by saying, "Hank, the one bright spot is that all of those butchers are dead. Ken turned out to be a tidy housekeeper. His men checked and all of the enemy were dead. The ones that weren't killed in the initial assault were later hung." Then she told the girls, "Ken told me something that you may not know, because you were unconscious: He and his men dug graves for your parents and buried them side by side in the church cemetery. He said some prayers for the repose of their souls, and he made sure they were buried in a marked grave in consecrated ground." Tears were in her eyes as she finished, "I thought you might like to know." Marie just dove into Kathy's arms and bawled while Kathy held her wet body and just stroked her head and shoulders. With tears still in her eyes the girl looked up and said softly, "Lady Kathy, we owe you a debt we can never repay. How did you know that it still bothers us thinking of our parents just left lying in the mud?" Leaving the showers, the girls carefully dried off Kathy and Hank, then led them into a massage room. The women lay on the tables face down, but then received a surprise. Before beginning to work on them, Celeste left the room and came back moments later with two Bloody Marys. Hank just shook her head and asked Kathy, "Aren't you really leaning pretty hard? I mean, you asked me to play golf with you and I did. I take a shower with you and allow these two urchins to wash me and give me a shampoo. I even get on the massage table to humor you. But do I really have to drink a Bloody Mary, too? Is there no end to your demands?" Kathy saw the gleam in her eyes and pretended to look thoughtful. Finally she replied, "Hank, that's a very interesting question: Philosophically, I would have to say there must be some finite limit." Then frowning, she added, "Of course, wherever the limit might be, I am sure that I'm not even close." Hank giggled at her reply. Then they propped themselves on their elbows and sipped the drinks while the girls began at their feet and started working up their bodies, massaging with very strong fingers. Hank saw one of the girls refilling a plastic bottle containing the massage oil from a gallon jug. When she asked what the oil was, the girl blushed and said it was musk oil. Although priced and sold like the finest perfumes — by the quarter ounce — in Kathy's case, the hotel had received a case of six one-gallon jugs. It was just a quantity to get started on. For her part, Kathy relished the wonderful sensation created by the girl's fingers and the feeling of the oil being worked into her body. Marie took the remains of the drink from her hand as she reached her shoulders. When she had to lie flat, she promptly fell asleep. When Kathy awakened, she found herself lying on her back. Lifting herself up on her elbows, she found that her whole body glistened with the oil which was still soaking into her pores. She had been awakened as Marie poured a thin stream of the precious oil the length of her slit and was gently spreading it and working it into the crevices behind her labia. Looking over at Hank, she saw that her friend was still sound asleep, although Celeste was working on her cunt in the same way. When Marie helped her off the table, Kathy was surprised to find she felt almost groggy. Then she realized that it was just the effects of the massage itself and the way it had relaxed all of her muscles. She giggled at the sight of poor Celeste having a terrible time trying to awaken Hank. The woman just muttered, "Just le' me sleep ... Feels so great..." The girl persisted and Hank slowly sat up on the table and then swung her beautiful legs to the side. It seemed like she was giving serious thought to the process of standing up, and finally did. When she was standing, she yawned and stretched, then rolled her torso on her hips. When she did, Kathy could see her friend's muscles expand and contract. She, too, was in marvelous physical condition. While they were still naked, the girls sat them down at makeup tables and began to style their hair. Kathy's was restored to Henry Hall's style, but Celeste created an entirely new style for Hank that took advantage of her hair's greater length. Looking at herself in the mirror, Kathy was almost sure that her tan had noticeably darkened and was now only a lighter shade of the same gold as Hank's. After slipping on a fresh bikini, Marie slipped a white sleeveless silk dress over her head and smoothed it out. With her golden complexion it looked beautiful. Hank was about to put her shorts and top back on when Celeste produced a dress for her, too. "Where in hell did this come from?" Hank asked. "And what's wrong with what I was wearing?" Celeste explained that there was a lovely luncheon planned, and she saw the dress in a shop, so ... Realizing it was a near-duplicate of the dress Kathy was wearing, Hank said, "There's no way I can afford a dress like this! My God, it costs more than Jim makes in a month!" Celeste just smiled and said it was just added to the Carlson's bill, along with the cost of the jewelry she had bought for her to wear with it. When the girls were finally satisfied with the effect they had achieved, they each took a small white carnation and put it behind each woman's right ear. Then Marie asked, "Would you look in the mirror, please. I think you both look marvelous! Of course, you both always do." Hank looked at her reflection and gasped. Her skin glowed and the dress featured her golden skin. When she looked at the gold jewelry she protested, "Now wait a stinking minute! Carlson, this stuff is all 14-carat. What, in hell, are you doing to me?" Kathy's face fell and she started to cry. "Hank, I'm so sorry!" she sobbed. "It's all my fault, too. Celeste told me, but I just wouldn't listen. When she said they had nothing in 18-carat, I told her to just make do. Can ... Will ... Could you find it your heart ever to forgive me?" Hank just glared at Kathy, then raised and eyebrow, and finally shook her head slowly with a quirky smile on her face saying, "Okay, Carlson. I give up this time. But sometime, somewhere, I'm going to get even." Then she reached out and Kathy dove into her arms. The two women embraced and then kissed. When they did, their mutual love just flowed between them. When they released, Hank looked and saw that all traces of Kathy's phony tears were gone and the woman was smiling at her warmly. She whispered, "Kathy Carlson, I hope you know that I love you very much?" Kathy just grinned and winked. "Come on, Conroy. Get your tired ass in gear." The girls led the way to a private dining room that was set up for them. Unlike the typical function room, this one looked like a family dining room complete with a lovely chandelier, a sideboard, and very comfortable chairs. At the end of the room there was a sitting area with chairs arranged around a round coffee table. The dining table was set for four. Since the Trang sisters had only slipped on terry robes to lead them to their private room, after serving more Bloody Marys when they were seated at the coffee table, the girls disappeared to get dressed. After a short time Ken joined them, with Jim following moments later. He was grinning from ear to ear and claimed to have located and solved Ken's control problem. He put a video tape into a player, turned on a small TV set and then ran the tape. The first scene showed Ken on the practice tee hitting balls. Although his swing looked good, the balls were spraying in all directions. "Now look," he said. "The next shots were taken in ultra-slow-motion. Watch!" The tape continued to run. Now it was apparent that Ken's sheer strength was bending his club's shaft to an incredible degree. The problem was it was also twisting the shaft at the same time. As a result, at the time the clubhead hit the ball, it was either still twisted or had rebounded beyond its normal plane. "In Ken's hands that shaft has all the stability — and usefulness — of a piece of overcooked spaghetti." Then, with a big grin, he said, "Now watch this. I gave him a club we've had around for months. We call it the gorilla club. It's got a metal head with an ultra-stiff titanium shaft." He left the room for a moment and returned with a driver in his hand and passed it to Hank. She tried to flex it but could't. When Kathy tried, she could flex it but her muscles were standing out from the strain. Hank now had another glimpse of the power in her friend's muscles and gasped. Then Jim ran the tape again. As it started to roll he said, "This is Ken's first shot with this club. Just watch!" Again it was ultra-slow-motion. Now the club was substantially flexed but no more than a club should be at the same point in a good swing. The clubhead was correctly aligned at the point of ball contact. Jim fast-forwarded a bit and found the shot he was looking for. Before running the tape he said, "Remember one thing: The practice range is 325 yards deep. Now watch. This section of tape was recorded at normal speed." Ken addressed his ball, and then took a swing. The ball went off the clubhead like a rocket. It seemed still to be climbing as it went beyond the far edge of the practice range. Then Jim asked, "Now, can we have a rematch tomorrow? By tee-time, Ken will have a full set of clubs with shafts like that." "Of course, darling," Hank replied. "And we won't even ask for more than our usual 27-stroke handicap." She grinned and stuck out the tip of her pink tongue at him. Having been talking about golf club shafts, Jim had an idea. Looking at Kathy he said, "I would like you to try a different set of clubs tomorrow, too. I saw what you did with that titanium shaft, lady! On the course today, I don't think you used a fraction of the power you can develop. In fact, I remember being amazed at the distance you were getting with a very easy swing. Now I think I know why: You have to use an easy swing or you would be doing to your clubs what Ken was doing to his — and for the same reason." He smiled and asked, "Does that make sense?" Kathy just shook her head slowly, then stuck out her tongue saying, "Jim Conroy, I think I hate you. You discovered my secret." Then she chuckled and said, "Actually, I had the same experience playing on the golf machine. I guess you noticed that, as much as Judy helped me, she doesn't know much about the game. "Anyway, since I don't have any clubs of my own, when I use the machine at the club, I use the clubs they have. I guess they must be women's standard or something. Anyway, once I learned to swing, I started to do on the machine exactly what Ken was doing on the course today. Although neither of us knew what we were doing, by trial and error we discovered that the only way I could control the ball was to take a real easy swing. Since the machine indicated that the theoretical distance was still pretty good, that's what I did." Shaking his head, Jim said, "Okay, Kath. Tomorrow I'm going to try you out with a set of stiff-shafted men's clubs. Then we'll see." Then he grinned broadly and said, "Hell, you may end up with a set of gorilla clubs in a woman's length." The foursome sat and chatted. Then Ken looked at Kathy and told her he had never seen her look more beautiful, and Jim said a similar thing to Hank. Each woman just basked in her husband's admiration. In the meantime, the Trangs had returned with more drinks. When lunch was served, they took their places at the table and enjoyed a magnificent meal. As they were nearing the end, Hank looked at Kathy, raised her wine glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To the Carlsons: Without them, we would not be here at all. But with them, we are spending one of the most enjoyable days of our lives. Kathy and Ken, beyond anything else I sincerely hope you will consider us to be your good friends — at the very least." Jim drank the toast with his wife and then Kathy asked how they had met and married in the first place. "That's an easy one to answer," Hank replied. "I was young and innocent and then made a terrible mistake: I thought it would be nice to learn how to play golf. I went out to a public course where the assistant pro had just earned his tour card. Nevertheless, he agreed to give me a lesson. Well, he showed me how to grip the club and all that good stuff. Then he stood behind me to show me the position of the club against the body." Hank looked at Kathy and asked, "You know how the grip of the club is supposed to be down in your crotch?" Kathy nodded and Hank continued, "Yeah, right ... Well, Jim's behind me with his arms around me and pushes my hands down. The next thing I know, he's fingering my slit. I suddenly stand up straight in shock and almost knock him down." With her eyes gleaming she continued, "Then he grabs me to keep from falling over backwards. At least, that's what he claims. Of course, what does he grab? My tits, of course ... and my tits have always been sinfully sensitive. When I turn my head to complain, his mouth is right there. The next thing I know, his lips are melting against mine, enough electricity is flowing between us to supply the Islands for a year, and I'm deafened by the ringing of bells." She smiled warmly, shook her head and said, "We were married three days later." Then a voice behind her interjected, "Yeah, and nine months later to the day, I appear." Kathy spun around and saw a beautiful girl standing in the doorway. She was barefoot and wearing Levi's cut off as short shorts along with a white tank-top. Her legs were beautifully shaped, flowing from slim but very womanly hips. Suddenly, Kathy was stunned. The girl appeared to be about fourteen and was the image of Hank. In just a couple of years, they would look like twins. The girl had Hank's golden blonde hair, blue eyes and height — she, too, appeared to be about five feet eight. She was a picture of budding womanhood, with her tits just starting to develop. The girl said, "Hi, folks. Can I join the party? I'm Mom's first mistake and my name is Sam." Kathy was puzzled and asked what she meant by being a mistake. Before the girl could reply, Hank did. "Kathy, it's simple: First of all, I guess you ought to know that Jim and I play Vatican roulette — otherwise known as using the rhythm method. Anyway, we're married and he takes me to bed. The first time hurt because he was the first man I ever had." Then she looked thoughtful and added, "As a matter of fact, he was the first guy I ever even kissed. But then I was the first for him, too." She grinned and asked, "Can you believe it? Two people doing it for the first time? Anyway, I find I can really get into this sex thing. Well, after we were married a few months the idea crossed my mind to do something about controlling the population, so I read up on rhythm. There was a problem though, you see, because I was late for my period. "After a couple of months more, Jim asked if maybe I could be... ? I told him it was the dumbest thing I had ever heard. Everyone knows that pregnant women blow up like balloons, are sick every morning ... You know — pregnant. None of this applied to me. Anyway, I decided that the only way rhythm would work was if there were some safe release for him during my dangerous days. That's how I learned to take him in my mouth and in my ass." Looking at Jim, she said with a very serious expression on her face, "And that's the truth, too, James Conroy. It's not what you think: I am not an oversexed nymphomaniac!" Then she picked up the thread of her story. "Anyway, time passed and finally I did notice that my tits were getting larger — that was pretty good, though. Then I had trouble buttoning my Levi's — my belly was spreading a bit. Anyway, Jim was getting to be a bit of a pest, so one day when I had these strange sensations in my cunt — sort of contractions, or something — I figured, what the hell, I'll talk to a doctor. As I drive in to see him, I'm beginning to think it might be a good idea. The damned pains are coming more frequently now. Anyway, I check in with his nurse and pick up a magazine. You know how late doctors always are? Finally, he calls me in and examines me. "Well, now I am concerned. The damned pains are coming about every minute or so, so I don't fight it at all when he says I better get to the hospital next door." Hank's face was very serious as she told of her experience. "I go, check in, they put me in a gown, and wheel me right into surgery. At least I thought it was surgery. Anyway, I feel stupid and exposed with my legs spread wide, waiting for the anaesthesia or whatever. Then this clown says, 'Push!' Well, I thought that was a pretty dumb thing to say, but what did I know? So I pushed. "Well, damned if that didn't take care of things. You've been constipated, Kathy, haven't you? Well, you know how great it feels when the blockage gives way? Well that's how it felt." Kathy had been listening to Hank's story in disbelief. Jim Conroy had been trying his best to keep from laughing out loud. When he saw the skepticism on Kathy's face, he said, "Kathy, honest to God, every word you just heard is true! She goes to see the doctor for the first time when she's having labor pains. But do you know what's really funny? When I brought her home from the hospital, she was wearing her favorite skin-tight Levi's. And you know what else? They were loose on her because of the weight she had lost!" Kathy just shook her head. Hank picked up the story. "Anyway, having gotten rid of the constipation, or whatever it was, I was nice and relaxed and went to sleep. When I woke up, I'm in this stupid hospital bed. Just as I realize some idiot put the dumb hospital gown on me backwards — the ties were in the front and I was getting cold — a nurse comes in with a bundle of rags or something. Then she starts to untie the ties on the gown and then spreads it wide, baring my tits! I was wondering what kind of place this was — I was thinking about lesbian rape — when she dumps the bundle on my lap and leaves." Hank shook her head remembering. "Anyway, I'm wondering what to do with the rags, when a tiny hand waves at me. I look and find there's a little thing in there with hands ... Hell, it was almost human. Anyway, this thing waves its hand towards my tit. Well, what do I know? I put the thing there and the next thing I know I'm feeling this strange but wonderful sensation at my tit." Hank looked around with her remembered surprise on her face as she continued, "It had a mouth! Anyway, I'm resting in bed watching this strange thing suckle and seeing my left tit shrink. Then it waves its little hand. Well, I can take a hint, so I shift it to my right and feel that strange sensation again. "Well, I decided that maybe it was a baby. But that would mean I was a mother and that was flat-out impossible. I mean, you can't be a mother without studying Dr. Spock, right? You have to go to those classes and practice breathing and all that other good stuff. And hell, you have to blow up like a balloon and be sick every day. All of that's training to be a mother." Then she pouted and said, "Besides, I'm sure they threw out the instructions, the warranty card, and all that other stuff. How could I keep her?" She looked thoughtful and added, "You know, it's like buying a VCR: You can't wait to see the tape you bought at the same time you bought the unit, so when you get the thing home, you rip it out of the box, wire it up, plug it in, and watch. Of course, you chuck out the box and packing materials. Later, when you decide you want to tape something, you find that you don't know how to do it. Why? Because, stupid, you threw out the instructions with the box!" Now she pretended to be serious as she continued, "I'm sure it's the same thing here. Just because the dumb doctors don't want to get their hands dirty, they refuse to go through the packing material these things come in to retrieve the instructions. I think they're all dumped with the afterbirth, or whatever the packaging is called." By now everyone in the room was laughing, even the Trang sisters. Seeing them laughing made Kathy realize what it was that she had been aware of about the sisters but had not quite been able to bring into focus: They had an aura of sadness about them all the time. Right then, she decided to do something about it if she could. Hank picked up her story. "Well, I have this thing, but I'm not a mother. What do I do? The answer's very simple: I will put her out for adoption and go home to Jim. Hell, what did he know, anyway? I mean he had fucked my ass off just that morning. He would never even know the difference." Again, Jim was rapidly nodding his head while trying to control his laughter. She continued, "But you know what happened? I sort of got into the nursing thing. It felt so good to hold this little thing and feel it bite my nipples with its gums." Hank shrugged and said, "So what the hell! I'll put it out in a month or so. Anyway, the month stretched out to a couple of years and then I got distracted and forgot all about it. But anyway, this is our daughter, Samantha." Sam grinned and said, "Mom, that distraction is named Thomas — referred to by some as your son? Anyway, Mom is right. Of course, she's not telling the whole story. For example, we have to walk softly and be good at home. Otherwise..." Sam made a throat-slitting motion and then looked thoughtful. "Actually, it isn't so bad. Heck, I don't think Mom ever made a really serious attempt to get rid of me. I mean, she does run an ad every once in a while..." By now Sam was sitting on the sideboard with her bare feet dangling. Looking around the table, she looked thoughtful as she remembered, "Of course, awhile ago she ran an ad in one of those classified papers. You know the ones? Where you only pay if you make a sale — otherwise the ad is free?" She shook her head and grimaced, saying, "Well, one day I saw myself listed under 'Sell, Swap or Trade'. The ad said, 'No reasonable offer refused.'" The girl shook her head and said, "That ad produced the only real offer I know about. A guy wanted to swap a windsurfer for me and Mom shook on the deal. It fell apart, though, when she found out the rudder post was broken and a new part cost ten bucks. The guy wouldn't pay for the part and Mom wouldn't take the surfer as it was, so the deal fell through..." Sam shook her head sadly and said, "Isn't it one hell of a note, though? Swapping her firstborn child for a used windsurfer? And it wasn't even a good one, either!" Everyone around the table cracked up with laughter. Kathy realized that Sam was an incredible natural comedienne with great timing and delivery. Moreover, she was going to be an incredibly beautiful woman, the image of her mother. Then Sam smiled warmly, remembering. "You know, Mom talked about nursing. Well let me tell you about it. I mean, heck ... Who knows more about it, the calf or the cow? The cow just stands there..." Sam smiled warmly and said, "My mom told how I nursed for a couple of years. Let me tell you how she abused me. When she was trying to get me on solid food, she would tease me with her tit to get me to eat some of the most God-awful yucky stuff in the world!" Looking at her mother she said, "It seems to me that at least a couple of times you vomited just looking at it, didn't you?" Hank was giggling so hard she couldn't talk, but she nodded her head rapidly up and down. "Shit, lady, what was your problem? You got sick just looking at it; I had to eat it!" Sam grinned at her mother and winked. "I thought I remembered that," Sam continued. "But do you know how it worked? I would do anything — and I mean anything — to get that luscious nipple in my mouth. Mom has the most beautiful golden tits in the world. She would just dangle that nipple and I would gobble up anything! But she didn't cheat. When I cleaned my plate, she gave me what I wanted most of all in the world: The most luscious nipple that gave the warmest, sweetest, most wonderfully nourishing milk in the world. "Not only did I get the nipple, but I got to pat and play with her gorgeous tit with its satin-smooth skin that was so warm and fine to touch." Looking around she said, "You know something? I think her tit was smoother than my skin and I was only one year old!" She shook her head slowly, seeming to remember. "But that wasn't all. There was also the wonderful smell of clean and of love ... Finally I drained her left tit and she would put me on her right. Know something? I don't think I ever drained Mom's right tit ... Wait a minute! Mom, did you give the rest of your milk to Dad for his coffee? Did he steal it from me?" "Of course, darling," Hank replied blandly. "You didn't want it to go to waste, did you? Was it my fault that you always fell asleep before you could finish?" "Guess what?" the girl asked rhetorically. "Today, in a stupid family course I have to take, the teacher was talking about 'quality time' with infants, and 'parenting'. What garbage! 'Quality time' was when I woke up and was hungry. I think I cooed or gurgled or something; Mom said I never cried. Anyway, she would pick me up, and then change and powder me so I was nice and dry and sweet. Then of course, she hugged me and cradled me and made silly faces." Sam shook her head, looking puzzled, and then with a sigh said, "Babies have to humor their mothers, I guess. If mothers want to act silly, I guess we have to go along." She just shook her head as the people all laughed. Continuing her narrative she said, "Anyway, I had an advantage over most babies. You see, since Mom spends most of the time naked, the rest was easy. Sooner or later I would get my hand on that luscious golden globe. Then I would get that wonderful nipple in my mouth and I would be in heaven! Mom would hold me, rock me and sing to me, while I lived on a baby's perfect food: my mother's wonderful sweet, fresh, warm, delicious milk. That's quality time. It's responding to the baby's needs, not the mother's. My whole babyhood was quality time. "Parenting? What bullshit! As much as I adore my dad — and I worship the ground he walks on — there's no milk in his breasts, so..." She shook her head and said, "In spite of the libbers, I guess we're still back where we started: with mothering. "Anyway," the girl said, "That's my mom, and that's who I am." "That's very interesting, dear," Hank interjected, "But to what do we owe the rare privilege of your presence... ? Looking like something washed up on the beach, as usual." "That's easy. As soon as I got home from school, the word was all over about two women playing golf wearing next to nothing. It could only be you, but I wondered who you had conned into stripping with you." The girl appeared to be chagrined at her mother's behavior, but Kathy could see her eyes dancing with delight. Hank replied with studied disdain, "My dear, your information sources aren't as accurate as they once were. Since you said 'nearly naked', whoever it was must have seen us on the front nine. We were completely naked playing the back." She grinned and added, "And I wasn't the first to take off my pants, either!" Sam looked at Kathy and Ken and said, "It can only be you two, aiding and abetting my mother's worst instincts. I know Marie and Celeste, of course, and I'm sure it wasn't them. Now who are you two?" ------- Chapter 16 Hank smiled warmly at her daughter and replied, "I was wondering if you were ever going to stop your monologue long enough to pretend to be civilized. Samantha Conroy, I am very happy to introduce our host and hostess at luncheon today, Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Carlson." When the girl heard the name, her jaw dropped and she slid off the sideboard. Suddenly, she was embarrassed by her appearance and was obviously torn between fleeing the room and meeting the people she had heard about all her life. She asked very softly, "Mommy, is this the Kenneth Carlson who saved Daddy's life?" "He sure is, darling. And his wife's name is Kathy. Remember hearing about Kathy-grams?" Moving swiftly, Sam darted around to table to where Ken was sitting. She stood in front of him for a moment, then sat down across his lap. Then she held his face in her two hands while staring into his eyes. Moving slowly, she tipped his head to one side and placed her lips on his. It was the most unbelievable kiss Ken had ever experienced in his life. Her lips were soft and the girl was a vibrant presence on his lap. At the same time her kiss was a mixture of the childlike and the womanly, but totally devoid of passion while loaded with pure love. When her lips were glued to his, she put her arms around his neck, hugged him tightly and just continued the kiss. For his part, Ken was initially taken aback, but feeling the love flowing from her lips, when she put her arms around his neck, he put his around her slim body and just held her tight. Kathy could see the girl's lips moving on Ken's and could feel the love flowing from her to him. Finally, she eased away slowly just far enough to be able to study Ken's eyes. Then she said with all the love she could manage in her voice, "Thank you, Captain Carlson. Thank you for saving my daddy's life!" There was nothing Ken could think to say as she jumped off his lap and went to Kathy. Kathy didn't know what to expect as the girl dropped to her knees and just stared into her eyes. Then, moving almost as if in a trance, she rose and sat across Kathy's lap. She repeated almost exactly what she had done with Ken. When the girl held Kathy's face in her hands, she was immediately struck by the smoothness of her skin. Then she tipped Kathy's head and fused her lips to hers. Her arms went around Kathy's neck while Kathy held the slim girl tightly around her waist. Almost automatically, Kathy's hands ran lightly over the girl's back. Kathy was totally unaware of what her hands were doing because of the impact of the girl's kiss. It was a kiss of the purest love that just flowed between the women. Finally, Sam eased away but remained in the circle of Kathy's arms. Then she continued to stare into Kathy's eyes while Kathy just looked steadily back into the girl's brilliant blue ones. Sam was breathing hard when she ended her kiss, but now her respiration was back to normal. While still looking into Kathy's eyes the girl said, "Mom, you know how all human characteristics are distributed on a normal curve? The bell curve?" Hank knew what a normal curve was but had no idea what her daughter was driving at, so she replied with a very noncommittal, "Yes, dear." "Well, Mom, all the action in a bell curve — all the studies — are focused on the center, plus or minus a deviation or two, right?" "I guess so, dear," Hank replied with her voice still noncommittal. The behavior she was seeing was totally different from anything she had ever seen in Sam before. Still staring into Kathy eyes, Sam continued, "But, Mom, what about the ends? The completely off-standard behavior, the strange physical characteristics." This time, Hank said nothing, but Sam just continued, "How about good and evil? Why shouldn't that also be normally distributed? Let's face it: We're told in church that we are all sinners. We try to get our good elements to control our bad. But there are extremes: Charles Manson, for example, is pure evil incarnate; he is a walking, talking argument for the death penalty. As the personification of evil, you want to destroy him. "But Mom, that's one far end of the spectrum. If Manson is the personification of evil, Mrs. Carlson is the personification of goodness and love." When she said it, Kathy's jaw dropped and she released her hold on the girl. Unconcerned, Sam rose from Kathy's lap and then dropped to her knees in front of her. Sitting back on her heels with her back up straight, her shoulders back, and her immature tits thrusting proudly upward, she continued, "You are, you know." Then she turned to look at her mother and said, "Mom, I love you more than anyone alive. The reason I know that what I am saying about Mrs. Carlson is true is you. She has everything you have but in limitless quantities. The kiss she just gave me was the purest love that exists. I look through her eyes to her soul, and all I see is goodness." As she said it, she popped to her feet and began to pace. Her face was strangely solemn. Then wheeling on her mother, she brightened like a light coming on and exclaimed, "I got it! Oh God, Mom, I got it! Now I know how the Kathy-grams worked." She went to her mother and just reached out to take Hank's hands in hers. Sam said, "Mom, what did Dad tell us? He told us — and he saw this with his own eyes, it's not just some story — how Captain Carlson came out of the jungle dead tired and beaten after I-don't-know-how-many days of misery and danger. After receiving a stack of Kathy-grams, what happened? He sat down on his pack and began to read. Dad has told us dozens of times how the captain just came back to life. His words were, 'It was like watching a battery being recharged.'" Squeezing her mother's hands she exclaimed, "That's it, Mom! That's exactly what happened but we never understood it." Hank had been stunned by her daughter's behavior. Yet she couldn't dismiss it because the girl was making so much sense. Nevertheless, she did not fully understand it. Shaking her head, Hank said softly, "Sam, I heard what you said, sweetheart, but honestly, I still don't understand. Could you explain it?" she asked with her eyes locked on her daughter's. "Mom, it's Mrs. Carlson and her power of love and her goodness. You see, she has so much, that even what little there is on a piece of paper is enough. It recharged the Captain. What else? There was a residual action: It wasn't used up, you see. It still worked weeks and months later when he reread them." Wheeling on Ken, she demanded, "You always carried them with you and reread them when you were deep behind enemy lines on a mission, didn't you?" Ken was stunned. What this young girl was saying was exactly what happened. Everyone knew he saved Kathy's letters, but not even his men knew how many of them he always carried with him to reread for inspiration when the unit was in the greatest danger. He looked up at Sam and just slowly nodded his head and replied very softly, "Yes, Sam, I did. But how could you possibly know? No one knew! Not even Kathy." Sam went to him, took his hands in hers, and then stared into his eyes. Ken looked back into hers and realized he was doing what she had been talking about with Kathy: he was looking into her soul and seeing nothing but purity and goodness. He swallowed hard, feeling humble in the presence of this remarkable young woman. He could say nothing more. Samantha continued staring into his eyes, but then grinned and quickly shook her head saying, "Captain Carlson, I don't know if I envy you or if I feel sorry for you." Ken recoiled in surprise, dropping her hands. Her grin just broadened as she continued, "I guess I should explain that comment, shouldn't I? It's simple, really. The envy is obvious: You are the beneficiary of all of the love of the most remarkable woman on the face of the earth, Kathy Carlson. She just drowns you in it." Then her grin became a smile as she continued, "The pity, I guess, is not so obvious. You see, she will drive you ... No! Never that! She will inspire you to do things and achieve things that will amaze you as well as everybody else. "In the Middle Ages when knighthood was in flower, the knights set out to do great deeds for their ladies fair. Captain, that's exactly what you do." When Ken shook his head in denial, she insisted. "Don't deny it, Captain. It's true and you can't deny it. You see, your entire record in Vietnam supports what I just said." Now she was again on her knees in front of him, holding his hands and looking into his eyes. With a wonderfully warm smile on her beautiful face she continued, "Now just think! If Mrs. Carlson could do that at a distance of 6,000 miles before you were married, how much more will she inspire you with your cock inside her wonderfully inviting sheath, where her love is communicated so much more strongly and directly." This time Ken's jaw did drop as Sam gracefully rose to her feet and began to pace the floor again. Then she smiled the warmest smile he had ever seen and said, "Captain, I apologize for upsetting you. It is the very last thing I ever want to do. The reason is, you see, when you saved my father's life, to a very significant degree, you saved mine, too." Kathy's eyes were locked on the beautiful girl's. Unconsciously, she reached out and took Ken's hand and just held it as the girl continued, "I owe you an explanation." Then she smiled broadly and said, "I'm not a mystic or a mind-reader or anything. You see, all I'm doing is comparing my mother's incredible degree of love for my father with her capacity to give love. You see, you two are exactly like my parents. For example, Mrs. Carlson is holding your hand, but I don't think she even knows it. Why? Because she needs to, in the same way my parents do. Just look!" Hank Conroy jerked up with a start, realizing that she was gripping Jim's hand hard. My God! Sam's right. I do need to hold him. She was going to self-consciously let go of it, but instead went to him and sat down across his lap. Jim gave her a hug around the waist as she just snuggled as close to him as she could. "I guess this is as good a place to start as any," Sam began. "You see my mother on my father's lap and you see her snuggling as close to him as she can get. Why? Because as I said earlier, she needs to. On the top of her priority scale — the very top — is having Dad's raging cock in her wet cunt, emptying his love juices into her uterus." She grinned and interjected, "Since I'm a product of those juices joined with one of her perfect eggs, I can't complain too much. "Next on the scale is taking him anywhere else: in her mouth, in her ass, between her tits ... Anywhere. Below that is having him eat her cunt. Then there's his caressing her body — the more intimately, the better; then kissing ... But you get the idea. Why does she do it?" The girl's smile was like sunshine as she answered her own question: "To live, is the simple answer. Mom needs Dad's physical expression of his love for her in exactly the same way and to the same degree that she needs air to breathe. I think my comparison is exact. She needs his physical love more than she needs food, for example." Again she grinned and said, "In fact, I think Mom could live for weeks on just Dad's spend." Then her face grew serious. "But back to what you did and how you saved her life — and mine. If that man had pulled the trigger, Dad would have been dead. And Mom would have been dead within a month — two, at the outside. Why? Can a clock continue to run if it's never wound? Of course not. Well, Captain, Mom is the mainspring of our family while Dad is the winding key. You see, she absorbs his love for her and then somehow rebroadcasts that love, amplified manyfold, to everyone else in the family. There's more, though. Mom provides the family with its direction. She is our guiding light." Then she shook her head. It appeared to Kathy that Sam was not happy with the explanation she was giving. She said, "Let me try it a little differently: Let me tell you how my family works and how we relate to Mom's scale of values. At the very top, in a class totally by himself, is Dad. To say that, to Mom, the sun rises and sets in him is true but not nearly enough. You see, he is her life. I said she would be dead if anything happened to him. Why? Because do you know what heaven is? For myself, I sure don't, but I know what it is and will be for them: It is spending eternity in each other's arms naked and making love. That's all there is: They will be making love through all eternity. So if Dad had been killed, Mom would have joined him in heaven as soon as she could, to be coupled with him forever." The look on the girl's face was one of the warmest love as she amplified her remarks one more level. "You see, it is an indisputable fact that my parents will go straight to Heaven. Why? Because their overwhelming goodness dominates everything. They are as morally pure as humans can ever be. Their eternal salvation is assured." Hank slowly shook her head. She was hearing things from her young daughter that utterly amazed her and yet everything she said — except for the goodness, of course, which Hank couldn't accept — was true. Certainly her feeling for Jim and her scale of happiness was exactly right. Sam continued, "Let me illustrate my mother's love for Dad by telling a story. I swore to her I would never tell a soul, but that was almost two years ago, so I'll consider the statute of limitations to have expired." Sam had stopped her pacing and was again sitting on the sideboard. Everyone else in the room was totally silent, just hanging on her words. "First, I guess you need to know that Mom and Dad are naked at home far more than they are dressed. They make love in every imaginable way, everywhere." She grinned and interjected, "It's really kind of funny, I guess, when you think about it. Can you imagine a kid coming home from school having to walk around the bodies of her parents while her Dad is fucking the ass off her mother? That's happened to me more times than I can count." She sighed and shook her head, then continued her story. "Anyway, we had just sat down to dinner one night and we started with soup. Dad kidded Mom by asking, 'Why can't I ever get what I really like to eat?' When Mom bit and asked him what that was, he grinned and replied, 'Your cunt, of course.' "Well, Mom would normally have replied something like, 'It's too rich for you, ' or 'Please, darling, not in front of the children, ' or some similar bullshit. That night, though, all she did was strip off all her clothes — Mom is so practiced that it only takes about three seconds." Sam shook her head and smiled to herself, remembering. "Anyway, then she goes to Dad's end of the table and carefully removes, not only his soup plate, but all his silverware, too. Dad is sitting there with his mouth open, not knowing what to say. Then she comes back and sits on the table in front of him with her hands braced behind her. Then she puts her legs on his shoulders and uses one of her hands to spread her cunt lips. "Then, just as Dad's head is coming forward to start to feast on her glorious cunt, she takes her feet off him and sits up, appearing the think. Then she says, 'Jim, it's not right. It needs some preparation ... Something... ' Then she snaps her fingers and reaches behind her for the salt and pepper shakers. Then, using incredible muscle control, she leans backward, spreads her legs, uses one hand to spread her labia while with the other she sprinkles salt and pepper the length of her cunt. "Dad is dumbstruck! He doesn't know what to do. Finally he asks her what, in hell, she's doing.? She replies as sweetly as possible, 'But darling, you put salt and pepper on everything, and this is part of your dinner, so... ' Then she snaps her fingers, exclaims, 'That's it!' and asks me to get the ketchup from the kitchen. I bring back the bottle, again she spread her legs and lips, then carefully pours ketchup the full length of her slit. Then she braces herself with one hand back on the table, puts her legs on his shoulders, and uses the other hand to pull Dad's head toward her cunt. As she does she says, 'Now we're there! Jim, you put ketchup on everything, so why not in my cunt?' "Well, Dad spends the next twenty minutes feasting on her cunt. Can you imagine? Here I am trying to eat my soup while less than a foot away my mom is being eaten and constantly cuming, too." The girl slowly shook her head and interjected, "Every damned time she came, it shook the table. Once, it even spilled my milk. It was like a series of earthquakes, so every time I saw she was about to cum, I would lift my plate and glass off the table. Is this any way to act around impressionable children? I ask you? Is it?" She smiled and said, "Well, back to the story. Finally, Dad finishes and Mom casually gets off the table and serves the rest of the dinner. Then she excuses herself while the rest of us start to eat. I excused myself, too, and followed her. But first, I went to the kitchen and, being sure not to make any noise Dad could hear, I got a bowl of ice cubes and went up to my parents' bedroom. "I find Mom writhing in agony on the bed with a wooden stacking ring in her mouth. Later, when I looked at it, I found that she had damned near bitten the thing in two. Why? Because the hot spices spread in the most sensitive part of her body were nearly killing her. "Well, I get on the bed and she spreads her legs. When I put the first ice cube in her slit she said, 'Oh, Sam! Thank you, my darling, but why aren't you eating your dinner?' That's a point I'll come back to later. Anyway, I use the cubes to ease the pain, then I go down on her, working much more carefully than Dad did to get rid of the last of the salt, but particularly the pepper. I can still remember Mom's hand lightly stroking my hair as I lapped at her cunt while she made the most loving noises I have ever heard. I teased her clit and made her cum myself. When I finished licking up her succulent juices, she took me in her arms and kissed me in a way she never had before. Her tongue darted into mine and she tried to take back all of her love juices that were in my mouth. "Is this story over? Almost. Then I got some painkilling ointment to spread in her cunt. But before she would allow me to apply it, though, I had to convince her that there would be no way of Dad ever knowing she used any. Why? Because he might not fuck her that night if he knew how painful her cunt was, and nothing was going to permit that to happen." Samantha shook her head and said, "That's my mom." Then she added, "I almost forgot: The message of this story. You see, Mom knew damned well that the spices would hurt like hell. Well, why did she do it then? Is she a masochist? Not hardly. It was because she thought Dad would derive some amusement from it — and he sure did. He laughed about it for days. Was it important to him? Hell, no! But to Mom, that's not the point. The point is she will do anything — anything! — to increase Dad's enjoyment. What it may cost her to do it has nothing to do with anything. You see the night was a smashing success from Mom's point of view, too. She had increased his fun. The price she paid in agonizing pain just did not get on the scale." She looked at her parents and asked, "Do you remember, Dad?" Jim replied, "I sure do, pumpkin. And thank you, darling, for helping your mother even if I was too damned dumb to know she needed it." Hank turned and utterly melted him with a loving kiss. Then Sam said, "I'll talk about one thing more: physical appearance. I think my mother is a magnificently beautiful woman. Do you think she cares? Not really — and certainly not in the way one would normally think. Why does she remain so young, so vibrant and so incredibly beautiful? Two reasons: First, she thinks Dad likes her this way, and she certainly has that right. Second, because she thinks Dad gets a thrill when he introduces a friend or acquaintance to Mom. "Inevitably, their jaws drop, their tongues hang out and they tell Dad he's the luckiest man alive. Dad loves it! He wooed and won one of the most beautiful women in the world. It makes him feel good about himself. That's why Mom does it: Because it makes Dad feel good." She shook her head and said, "Thank God! Because if Dad thought 300-pound women were beautiful, you could bet your last cent that Mom would be at least 325!" Everyone giggled at Sam's wisecrack which relieved the tension that had been building in the room. Then she said, "Let me talk about roles for a moment. Dad is the provider. He is also Mom's passion, inspiration, and both driving and motivating force. Then, as I said before, she takes his love, amplifies it and extends it to everyone else. To Dad, she is his best friend, his confidante, his mistress, his whore, his playmate, his nurse, his accountant, his financial counselor ... She is his everything. Most of all, though, she is his direction and moderation. When Dad is down, she lifts him up. If he's euphoric, she gently brings him back down to earth. If he's mad, she calms him, but if he's being walked over, she stiffens his backbone. What is Henrietta Conroy to James Conroy? Not much. Just his whole life in the same way he is the whole of hers. She is his helpmate — a term that's fallen into desuetude. "Damn it, Hank Conroy is Jim's wife! That says it all." Sam had been pacing but was now just standing defiantly with her legs spread. While she was finishing her speech, the door opened and a boy of about twelve had come in silently. Kathy saw that he was going to be the image of his father, Jim Conroy, but with his mother's brilliant blue eyes. When she stopped speaking, the boy's hand reached out and he pinched Sam's ass. Without turning or moving, Sam said, "Damn it, Tommy, that's not the way you pinch a girl's ass. You should know better by now!" To Kathy's amazement, the girl unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them, along with her bikini, to the floor. It didn't surprise Kathy at all to see that the girl's golden tan was over every inch of her body. Her pubic patch was fully developed and was golden-blonde, dense and curly. Then the girl added — to Kathy's utter amazement, "Besides, Tommy, you have to tell me so I can soften my buns as much as possible. You know damned well by now that not many girls are as tight as Mom and me." So saying, she relaxed her ass cheeks as much as possible, and the boy did try again ... And again ... And again. Finally, Sam said, "Okay. That last one was pretty good." When his hand went up to her tit, Sam just slipped off the tank-top, now fully revealing her golden body. Using her own hand, she positioned his on her breast and reminded him how to tweak her nipple. Kathy watched as the girl's nipples quickly hardened. Her tits were already perfectly formed, but not yet completely filled out. After rubbing her back against her brother who was standing behind her, she spun around kissed him lightly and said, "You're getting better, Brother. It really felt good today." So saying, she slipped her tank top over her head, and then lifted up her bikini and shorts as if nothing had happened. While she was dressing, the boy said, "I suppose Sam's been holding forth. If she has, I'm sure she referred to herself as Mom's first mistake. If so, I'm Tommy. I'm her second. And I guess I owe an explanation for that action a moment ago. You see, one day I came up behind Mom and tried to cup her tits in my hands the way Dad always does. She just gently removed my hands and said, 'Tom, you know very well that my tits belong to your father; you only get the nipples.' "Then do you know what she did?" he asked. "Do you think for one moment Mom would allow me to go away feeling put down? Never! She drew me close, so my face was cradled between her tits. Then she kisses me the way she always does with a flow of purest love and says that a mother always has a very special feeling for and relationship with her firstborn son. She kissed me again and I just floated out of the room, feeling ten feet tall. "Anyway, Sam is concerned about her reputation. The last thing she's going to live with is having some girl come up and say that her brother is a crude lover. Since we've been raised with our parents' sex, we are sort of a living sex-education lab. Anyway, as you could see, Sam has been giving me lessons." Then he grinned and added, "Of course, what's the use of being an older sister if you can't put down a younger brother? So when I complained that her tits aren't yet fully developed, she just raised an eyebrow and asked, 'And who in hell do you think you'll be feeling, Turkey? The fact is, for the next few years at least, any girl you see will just have nipples with no tits at all to go with them.'" Then he frowned and said, "And hell, she's mean! She won't let me play with her clit at all, yet!" Then Tommy grinned broadly, stood up straight and adjusted his clothes — he was wearing khaki pants, a short-sleeved blue shirt with a solid navy tie — and went up to Kathy. Extending his hand in greeting, he smiled and said, "How do you do, ma'am? My name is Thomas Conroy, and I don't believe I have ever had the pleasure of meeting you before." As he recited his little speech, Hank wriggled on Jim's lap and squeezed his hand. The parents were so proud of their twelve-year-old son. Kathy took his hand and squeezed it firmly saying, "I am very pleased to meet you, Thomas Conroy. My name is Kathy Carlson, and this is my husband, Ken." Turning to Ken she said, "Ken, this is Thomas Conroy." Ken stood up to greet the boy. When Tommy heard the name, Kathy Carlson, he looked startled. When he heard it coupled with Ken Carlson, his jaw dropped completely. Nevertheless, looking up at him, he extended his still-small hand to Ken who enveloped it in his huge one. Then, while still looking up at Ken, the boy began to cry. Effortlessly, Ken picked him up and sat the boy on his lap. When he did, Tommy wrapped his arms around Ken's neck and hugged him as tightly as he could. To Ken, it was one of the warmest, most wonderful feelings in the world to comfort this handsome young man. Then Ken went down on one knee and gently put the boy back on his feet. Meanwhile, poor Tommy was valiantly trying to bring his crying under control and finally did, but tears were still flowing as he looked into Ken's eyes, now on a level with his own, and said, "Thank you, sir, for saving my father's life. Because you did, you have made possible what I am and all that I will ever be. I owe you my life, Captain Carlson. I know it, and I want you to know it, too." With tears still flowing from his eyes he went to Kathy, who went down on her knees. When she reached out her arms, the boy ran to them and hugged her, then kissed her full on the lips. Kathy returned the kiss with all the love she could transmit, and that was a very great deal. When she felt him relax his arms that were around his neck, she gently released him. Tommy moved back just a step and looked deep into her eyes. As he did, Kathy was gazing into his, as well. Tommy murmured a soft, "Wow!" and then said, "Mrs. Carlson, you have so much love to give ... You are so good and pure — I can see it in your eyes. No wonder the Kathy-grams inspired Captain Carlson the way they did. And if he hadn't been inspired, he never could have done what he did to save my father's life." The boy tried to smile through his tears and almost made it, as he added, "This means, Mrs. Carlson, that I owe my life to you, too." Hank was still sitting on Jim's lap but now had her arms outstretched in Tommy's direction. Kathy gently turned him so he could see his mother and when he did, he ran to her arms. Kathy watched in awe as Hank wrapped her arms around the boy, hugged him, kissed him and stroked his hair. She could see the mother almost literally wiping her son's stress away. Samantha had been watching her brother and now said, "That's my mother. I want to tell you a couple of more things about her. First, how we arrived in Hawaii. You see, when Mom first learned that Dad had been wounded, he had already been evacuated back to the Philippines and was about to be transferred to a military hospital on Oahu. That was all she needed to know. She got rid of everything she could, put the rest in storage and loaded us all on a plane for Hawaii. "When she first saw Dad in the hospital, they said he would never walk again. Incidentally, Dad claimed that he was in better shape after Captain Carlson worked on him than he was after the doctors got their hands on him. As soon as she could swing it, she got him discharged from the hospital, promising to bring him back every day for therapy and all that other good stuff." Sam shook her head and said, "They didn't know my mother very well! Fat chance that she would let them get their hands on him again." Tears began to flow from the girl's eyes as she remembered and said, "What followed were the most painful days of my life. Every day, Mom would work on Dad's leg. He would scream and begin to cry from the terrible pain, as she kept ripping apart the scar tissue in his thigh to free up the muscles. Tommy and I could hear Mom crying like her heart would break, begging his forgiveness for hurting him the way she was but she didn't stop. Then she would come out of the bedroom where he was sleeping with tear streaks down her face and break down and bawl. "There were two things, though: First, bad leg or no, he was going to be in her cunt — and was — at least daily. Second, she slept in the same hospital bed with him every night. I could hear her crooning to him, kissing him and telling him everything would be all right." Sam wiped her tears with the back of her hand and asked, "Do you think Dad can walk, now? You bet he can. Mom finally allowed him to go back to the hospital to be signed out permanently: He was taking his discharge in Hawaii. Although I guess technically he wasn't discharged, he was retired. Would you believe that after the retirement ceremony, Mom and Dad were skipping together down the front walk? They were." Then the girl smiled and added, "Mom still works on the scar tissue. She massages it, puts oil on it and kisses it. Then, of course, she continues kissing him and usually ends up taking him in her mouth. "But there's a lesson here: It absolutely killed Mom to hurt Daddy, but she did it by the hour. I know she felt far more physical as well as mental pain than even he did, but she would not quit." The girl grinned and said, "Mom also decided that Hawaii wasn't a bad place to raise kids. She had earlier activated her network of professional golfing buddies and alerted them to Dad's situation so we were the first to hear of the opening here at Kapalua. Mom did all the applications and everything, even before Dad could walk. She was certain he would. Anyway, everything was all set, so the first thing Dad knew was when she sent him over here the day after his retirement. He got the job and we've been here ever since. "Finally," Samantha said, "I want to tell you about Mom and aging. I think I finally figured it out. You see, it relates to her scale of values I mentioned earlier: Dad is on top, followed by the rest of us. Mom?" Sam just shook her head and grimaced, saying, "She doesn't make the list. Nowhere. You remember, when she's in agony because of the pepper in her cunt, all she could think of was that my dinner was getting cold. That's Mom. "Anyway, birthdays? Ours are always celebrated, big time. Dad's is a Conroy national holiday. Mom's? I don't even know when it is." Looking at her mother she asked, "Mom, when is your birthday, anyhow?" Hank just shook her head and replied, "Sam, I have no idea. I think it's on my driver's license but I can't even be bothered to look." "That's my mom," Sam declared. "But you know what? I think it keeps her young. Hell, I really think she thinks she's only twenty-two or something. Honest!" Then the girl grinned broadly and said, "It does get pretty funny, though. Awhile ago Mom took me shopping. As usual, she was wearing her ratty Levi's..." Sam looked thoughtful and said, "You know what? I'll bet they were the same pants she was wearing when she went to the hospital to deliver me." The girl looked up at the ceiling and started nodding her head. Then she said, "As I think about it, they almost have to be. Why? Well, for a number of reasons: First, there are few things Mom hates more than breaking in a new pair of Levi's. Second, she never throws anything out. Third, her measurements haven't changed a fraction of an inch since she was married, so if they hadn't disintegrated they would still fit. Finally, they look ratty enough to be that old." Hank was giggling but then nodded and admitted that they could be. Then she said, "Sam, if they weren't the identical pair, they were certainly a pair just as old." "Anyway," Sam said, "back to my story. We had been shopping and Mom had her hair tied back in a ponytail. After wandering around the stores all morning, we go into this place for lunch. All Mom had been talking about for the previous hour was how she was looking forward to having an ice-cold beer. Well, we're seated and the waiter came over. We ordered and Mom ordered her beer. The waiter looked skeptical and carded her. "When she produced her license, the waiter looked at it, laughed, and said, 'Kid, get serious! If you're going to falsify a license, don't be ridiculous about it! I mean, if you showed me one that said you were twenty-two, I wouldn't believe it but I would probably serve you anyway. But kid, this is insulting!' He almost kept the license, too. Mom was furious when we got our lunch and two Cokes." Sam shook her head and grinned, "Of course, I guess it didn't help a hell of a lot when I whispered, just loud enough to be sure the waiter heard, 'Sis, I told you he would never believe you.'" Then her grin broadened and she said, "Of course, I learned something else, too. I learned not to make cracks like that when I'm sitting next to Mom." Shrugging her shoulders she said, "But what the hell ... The cracked rib I got when she slammed me with her elbow was worth it for the laugh — even if it did hurt whenever I laughed for the next three weeks." By this time the people were all laughing uproariously. Then Sam snapped her fingers as an idea occurred to her. "Of course!" she exclaimed. "How stupid of me. I guess that was just before that 'Sell, Swap or Trade' ad appeared in the paper..." Sam looked pensive and said softly, "I guess I'll have to be more careful..." Then she said, "One more thing I suppose I should mention: Mom's milk. You remember I accused her of giving Dad the rest of mine for his coffee? Well, I guess it was true. What's also true is that now I know what sibling rivalry is: It's jockeying for position for Mother's milk." Now Sam smiled warmly as she continued, "You all know kids who come running to lick out the bowl after a cake has been iced? In our house, we all come running to have the last of her breast milk after the baby's been fed. You see, as I've said, Mom is really bountiful. No baby can ever drink her dry. But since she always wants the freshest milk for the baby, it helps to drain her tits each time." Now Sam's smile was the warmest Kathy had ever seen. She said, "How do I know how warm and sweet and nourishing Mom's milk is? The truth of the matter is I last had it only a few months ago." She shook her head and smiled warmly at the memory. "You see, Mom goes the whole hog, too. First, it's always her right tit that has the milk left. Well, she sits on the right side of the sofa and I lay across her lap with my head on the sofa arm and my mouth sucking her beautiful nipple. What do I mean by 'going the whole hog'? First of all, my mouth is fully occupied so I can't talk. Mom caresses my hair, strokes my skin ... Last time, she even caressed my tits and tweaked my nipples..." Sam grinned and said, "Is that one for you? You're nursing at your mother's tit when you're old enough to be nursing a baby of your own? Good grief!" Shaking her head, she continued, "Mom quietly told me how proud she was of certain things I had done, talked to me about her hopes for me..." The girl then smiled a sunshine smile and said, "What was I doing? I was taking on a recharge of her incredible love. When she went dry, I licked off the last drops and then she kissed me on the lips. When I got off the sofa, my feet didn't even touch the ground, I was so high on her love. And, I hasten to add, she's exactly the same with the others. Just then Kathy asked Hank how many children she had. Hank grimaced, shrugged and held up four fingers. Kathy was stunned. Then Hank said, "I told you we play Vatican roulette..." Then looking thoughtful she shook her head and said, "Damn it! I've got to be more careful about going to cocktail parties on my dangerous days. I guess I just can't resist Jim's cock in my cunt." Then she grinned broadly and said, "I am getting better about giving birth, though, Katherine Carlson. For the last one I even went to the doctor before labor even started." Then she frowned and said disdainfully, "What a stinking waste of time! First, I go with Sam, here. The dumb doctor, thinking I'm unmarried, asks if my sister will be my Lamaze partner. I ask him what in hell that is. He explains the partner helps in delivering the baby, and helps take care of it. Then he babbles on about preparing for delivery, exercise classes, breathing classes, and no end of bullshit. "Finally, I had it up to here," she said reaching as high over her head as she could. "I said, 'Doctor, I've got news for you: First, I'll be delivering within a week. Second, this is my daughter. She just came along for the ride. Third, you can take the exercises, breathing, and the rest of that garbage and stick it. Finally, I'm late for my tee time, ' and I stalked out." At that point, Sam was laughing so hard she was doubled up. Finally she regained control and with tears of laughter still running down her cheeks she said, "Mom absolutely terrorized the poor man. She was pissed, though. Would you believe she successfully defended her women's state amateur golf title, received the trophy, sipped some champagne, and then went to the hospital to deliver the baby? She did, after her usual horrendous labor — a minute or so." Then Sam became thoughtful and said, "What is my mother to me? She's my best friend, my buddy, my confidante ... She is the person to whom I confide my innermost hopes and dreams and fears. She's the foil for my jokes and I'm the butt of hers. She swims with me, golfs with me, surfs with me ... There's nothing I do that Mom can't or won't do with me. If I'm playing soccer, she's always cheering. If I'm in a play, she's in the front row, applauding ... If I'm sick..." Sam looked up and interrupted her narrative. "Once, years ago — when Dad was in Vietnam, in fact — I came down with a very serious fever. Mom took me to the doctor who wanted to put me in the hospital. She asked why. He told her to run tests and all sorts of things. Mom persisted, and it was soon obvious that first, the doctor wasn't used to having to explain things, and second, there was no treatment for whatever I had. "Well, Mom flat refused. She took me home and I'll never forget what happened then. She got us both undressed and put me in her bed. Then she got in beside me, put my head on her shoulder and began to put cold cloths on my forehead. While she was doing that, she was stroking my face and my body, telling me how much she loved me..." Tears were once again rolling down Sam's cheeks as she continued, "She was just making soft, reassuring sounds that sounded so good. The touch of her fingers was so cool and soothing on my body that was burning with fever. She kept it up for hours... "I guess I dozed off and she took care of Tommy then, but she was always back in bed with me whenever I was aware of anything. She was just always there. That night the fever turned to chills, and I was freezing to death. Mom lifted me up and lay me over her body, then pulled the covers over us both. She rested my head in the valley between her breasts and I used her left for a pillow while I sucked on her right nipple. She just stroked my hair." The girl looked at her mother and said, "Mom, I used your glorious body as a mattress that night and your tit for a pillow. It was the best night of my life. All night long I could feel your heart beating beneath me. I can remember waking up. Your eyes were always open and you would stroke my hair again. When I woke up late the next morning, you were still stroking my hair but the fever was all gone." With a question in her eyes she asked, "Mom, do you ever sleep? Ever at all? You really can't and do all the things you do, and know everything you know..." Then Tommy interjected, "To me Mom is my best friend, my confidante, my teacher, my booster. She's always there to pitch a ball if I want to hit, or bat if I want to pitch. If I need someone to play with, she's my playmate." Now tears were running down his cheeks as he said, "You know, I guess we're pretty good kids. Why? Because if we were anything else, it would disappoint Mom. She wants so much for us. She never wants anything for herself — it's always for us. As Sam said, it's Dad first, followed by the rest of us. What does she do? She just makes it all go." Now his tears were running so hard he could hardly talk, but he said, "I could go on and on. But what does it all mean? It means that she's our mommy!" Hank slipped off Jim's lap and spread her arms as her two children ran to her and tried to smother her with kisses. Finally, they eased away and Sam asked, "Mom, what are you wearing? You look so utterly fabulous and you smell ... smell like my mother: fresh, clean and smelling of sweetness and love." She admired the dress and said, "That's the first new dress you've had in years, isn't it?" Hank was embarrassed and just shrugged. "It's about time!" Turning to Kathy she asked, "Mrs. Carlson, what do you think?" "What do I think? I think your mother is one of the most remarkable people alive. She also has two of the most wonderful children God ever put on this earth, and I can see how proud she and your father are of you two. I can see the joy they feel when you do so well." She smiled her warmest smile and said, "Sam and Tommy, it's exactly like the way you described your mother being beautiful because your father likes her that way. They want you to be good because they know you will like yourselves better that way. It's not for them, it's for you. They are sharing in and reflecting your happiness and goodness. Personally, I think you two are the greatest tributes any parents could possibly have." Now tears were really rolling down Kathy's cheeks as she continued, "Sam, you talk about goodness. Let me tell you, young lady, and you, young man, that when I look through your eyes into your souls, all I see is purity and goodness in limitless quantities. You see, kids, that's really what your parents have given you ... And it's one hell of a lot." Then Kathy whispered something to Marie and started chatting with the others while the girl left the room. She had been enormously moved by what she had just heard. When Marie came back and just nodded, Kathy invited the Conroys to join them for dinner and dancing at the hotel that night. Hank raised an eyebrow and Kathy just shrugged and said, "Look, Conroy, we've already been over this: You asked if there was no limit to my demands. I agreed philosophically that there was, but we weren't even close..." She shook her head as Hank was about to speak and finished, " ... and we still aren't! Clear?" She told Hank there would be cocktails in their suite at six. ------- When Marie Trang told Hank Wellington that Kathy would like to have a dance band play in the dining room that night, he just nodded and said there would be one. That was before he glanced at his watch and found it was already three o'clock. Normally band bookings were handled by the functions manager, but Hank knew there was no way she could handle the job of getting a good band on three hours notice. It would require his horsepower to be able to commit the hotel to reciprocate in any way needed to obtain such a favor. Swallowing hard, Hank called Jerry Smith. He grinned when a girl answered, "Mr. Smith's office. May I help you?" The fact was that Jerry Smith was also the senior vice president and senior resident officer of the Bank of Hawaii on the island of Maui. In addition, he was the founder and leader of a group called The Swing Band, a large group of business and professional men, all outstanding musicians, who played together in the Big Band tradition. Hank knew that the waiting list for seats numbered nearly one hundred, and it was acknowledged to be the finest band in the Islands. When he identified himself and Jerry picked up his phone, he grinned as Jerry asked, "What's the problem, Hank? Need a few bucks 'til payday? Let me check, but I think we may still have a hundred or so uncommitted..." "Jerry," Hank interrupted, "I need a dance band — for tonight!" He knew all about Jerry's group: They were all senior business executives and professionals with tight personal schedules. Moreover, the band was booked solid for its available dates at least six months ahead — normally they would play only a few nights a month and then only on weekends — and already had bookings going forward eighteen months. "Hank," Jerry responded, "have you folks completely lost it? Have you had the Kapalua water checked recently? My God, man, do you realize it's already three o'clock? You're trying to round up a dance band to be there in three hours? What's the occasion, by the way?" Hank quickly explained that the hotel had extra-special guests who wanted a dance band playing in the main dining room that night. For reasons he wouldn't go into, there would be a band of some kind, even if he had to play himself. Then Jerry asked who these VIPs were. Hank replied, "Good question. In fact, Jerry, you were in 'Nam. You might have heard of him. The guests are Ken Carlson and his wife, Kathy. Did you ever hear of Carlson's Rangers? He's Carlson." There was silence on the phone for such a long period of time that Hank was about to hang up and redial. Then Jerry replied in a tone of voice that Hank, who thought he knew him well, had never heard. He just asked softly, "Hank, did you say six o'clock? I'll be there with the full band, if that's all right." Wellington was utterly stunned. He asked, "Jerry, did I hear what I thought I heard? You will be out here with your entire band? My God, man, what do I have to pay to make that happen? Hand over the deed to the whole resort?" "It will be affordable," Smith replied. "I'll tell you what I'll do: Tonight, I'll tell you what our fee is. If you think it's too high, you pay us nothing — nothing at all. Is that fair? Of course, Hank, you will be the sole judge of fairness. Agreed?" Hank Wellington was utterly stunned but agreed instantly. He hung up the phone and just looked at the receiver in puzzled amazement. ------- Chapter 17 Promptly at six, the doorbell rang in the suite and Marie went to answer it. The girl looked very cute with her beautiful nude body while she wore only a large white silk bow pinned to the back of her head. After looking though the peephole to ensure it was the Conroys and her sister, Celeste, she opened the door wide. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Conroy," she said politely. "Welcome!" They entered, but Hank stopped as soon as she had come in just far enough to allow the girl to close the door. After she did, she saw Hank glaring at her with one eyebrow archly raised. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Conroy, but those are my instructions from Lady Kathy." "Miss Trang," Hank said firmly, "Let me remind you that the Carlsons will be leaving. I will not! Do you get my message?" "But Hank," Marie protested, "I'll be punished!" Hank lightly pinched the girl's firm but scarred bottom and said, "That won't be so bad, will it?" Resignedly, Marie said softly, "No, Hank. I guess it won't." Hank wasn't finished. When she entered the sitting room, Ken, who had already greeted Jim, took her into his arms. He kissed her full on the lips and was rewarded with her arms wrapping around his neck while she softly worked her lips on his while the purest love flowed to him. When she gently released her hold, she smiled the most beautifully warm smile he had ever seen and said softly, "Thank you again, Ken. I'll never be able to thank you enough." Then she turned to Kathy who was on her feet waiting to greet her. Hank just folded her arms, raised an eyebrow and glared daggers at her new friend. For her part, Kathy appeared completely unconcerned. Then, appearing to notice her friend's expression, she said petulantly, "Henrietta, I really don't know what you're looking so unhappy about. I mean ... My dear, we have been over this ground twice today, already. And the answer is the same as it was both times earlier. I will state it only once more: There is some finite limit to the demands I make on you. At least there is in a philosophical sense. However, my dear, you are not even close! Besides, Darling, what's the sense of tanning nude if you can't show off the absence of strap marks?" Then, with an exasperated look on her face, Kathy finished by saying, "Now that the subject is closed, may we move on to more pleasant things?" The reason for Hank's imitation anger was that earlier Kathy had sent Celeste over to the Conroy house with another new dress for her. Again it was white, and again it was very similar to the one that Kathy herself was wearing. The dress was white silk with a neckline that plunged nearly to her navel while it was also backless, plunging down to the crease of her buttocks. It was supported by only the thinnest halter cord around Hank's neck. Hank's perfect tanned body was highlighted by its color and featured by all of her exposed skin. The skirt was short, ending a couple of inches above her knees and was multiple layers of silk chiffon. If Hank were to spin, the skirt was full enough that it would float out straight. Against such an eventuality, Kathy had also provided her with a beautiful white lace bikini. She was also wearing a double strand of pearls and pearl earrings. The only note of color was a crimson carnation Celeste had worked into her hairdo behind her left ear. With the joking over, Kathy took her friend in her arms and kissed her. It was the most remarkable kiss either woman had ever had, as the same pure love that had flowed from Hank to Ken now flowed in both directions between the two women who had quickly become best friends. When Kathy released her hold she murmured, "Wow!" Then she asked with a big grin, "Did you try out your dress? It's great fun!" With that she spun in a circle. Her skirt flew out straight revealing Kathy's perfect body covered only with the skimpiest lace bikini. Neither girl was even wearing stockings — below there were just beautifully-tanned, perfect legs. When she stopped her spin, she said, "Hank, seriously, you look spectacular!" Then she looked at her friend thoughtfully and added, "And you know something else? It's at least an even-money bet they won't even card you! You can really look remarkably grown up when you want to." In response, Hank just stuck out her tongue. When the women were seated on the sofa and the men joined them, Marie took their drink orders. Kathy, pretending boredom, suggested champagne because they were being overrun with it. Hank and Jim savored the magnificent champagne when it was served — again it was Dom Pérignon. Then Celeste appeared and passed hors d'oeuvres. When Hank saw the tray, her eyes widened. "Where did these come from?" she asked. When Kathy replied the hotel's kitchen, Hank's eyebrows raised. "That's flat-out impossible," she stated emphatically. "They came from the hotel's kitchen," Marie interjected, "but Lady Kathy made them." "Marie!" Kathy exclaimed. Marie stood up as straight as she could, with her shoulders back causing her tits to thrust out and said, "It's true, Lady Kathy! I was with you when you made them. Hank has eaten enough hors d'oeuvres from this kitchen to know what they can and cannot do. And there's no way any cook in our kitchen could possibly make these." Shaking her head and raising an eyebrow Kathy said menacingly, "Marie, you know what's going to happen, don't you?" "If you mean do I know I will be faced with the choice of being beaten or leaving your service, yes, I do know." With tears starting to flow down her cheeks she said softly, "Lady Kathy, Celeste and I talked about it. Although, as I know you guessed, we each feel any pain suffered by the other, we could not remain silent. These are the most remarkable things to come out of that kitchen since the day it first opened." Now, with her head held up even straighter, she declared, "I'm sorry, Lady Kathy, but it's true!" Hank looked at her friend and started to cry. Kathy's face fell and she drew Hank to her and just held her tightly. Softly she asked, "What's wrong, Hank? Why are you crying?" "Because I can't cook!" the older woman wailed. "Why in hell do you think I let Jim feed on my cunt at the dinner table? Because the soup was awful! That's why." The woman just dissolved in tears saying, "I can't even boil water..." "You poor thing," Kathy said softly. "I guess that explains why your two children looked so undernourished this afternoon. "Maybe you can't cook," Kathy said with her voice taking on a softer tone, "But I'll tell you what: I will guarantee to make you a star cook before I leave this island, if you will try to teach me to be a marginally acceptable mother." Now her voice became stronger as she said, "Henrietta Conroy, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Hank's head was on Kathy's shoulder, but hearing the words she jerked up straight. "You are the most incredible mother on the face of this earth," Kathy continued, "yet you worry about something as stupid as cooking. I watched in awe this afternoon while the two finest young people alive in the world today paid tribute to their mother: you!" Suddenly Kathy started to cry and she could scarcely finish what she wanted to say. "My God!" she sobbed, "anyone who can earn the love of those two kids is very special. You can't cook. Big fucking deal!" Then Kathy just dissolved in tears, reached out her arms and was taken into Hank's. Then she just cried with her head on Hank's shoulder. For her part, Hank was dumbstruck. She just held Kathy close and then began to stroke her beautiful hair. After a few minutes Kathy lifted her head and tried to smile in spite of her tears. She said, "There you go again! Hank Conroy, no wonder your children love you so much! You have to give comfort, don't you? Comforting the afflicted comes as naturally to you as breathing, doesn't it?" Hank, not knowing how to respond, said nothing. In no time the hors d'oeuvres that Kathy had prepared evaporated, so the girls began to serve other food, including caviar. When Celeste offered some to Jim Conroy, he replied, "I don't want that. I want your tit." Celeste just acknowledged his request and went out to the serving pantry. A moment later she was back kneeling in front of Jim holding a small plate with a sprig of parsley under her nipple. Then remembering the stories told in the afternoon, she carefully sprinkled salt and pepper on her tit and then carefully poured some ketchup on her nipple. Before Jim could move — he was initially dumbstruck — Kathy exclaimed, "Celeste!" The girl jerked up straight, but still held the small plate under her tit. "Lady Kathy? Did I do something wrong?" "Celeste, dear," Kathy replied, "how many times must I tell you? When serving a tit to a guest, you must always give them a cocktail napkin first. And for that matter, you didn't ask Mr. Conroy if he wanted to eat your whole tit or just the nipple." Celeste looked at Jim with a question in her eyes, and he replied that he just wanted the nipple. When the girl passed the information on to Kathy while trying to keep a straight face, she just shook her head and said, "Dear, that's both the wrong plate and the wrong garnish for serving a virgin nipple. You know that! Now please! Get the correct one — and remember, a nipple is never served with parsley. It's ... It's much too coarse a garnish." The girl muffled a grin but left the room and came back with a smaller saucer. By this time everyone else was giggling and laughing. Now the men had moved to the sofa to sit beside their women. What followed was great fun for everyone, including the Trang sisters. Kathy was delighted to see that the sorrow always surrounding the sisters had evaporated. Marie knelt between Kathy and Ken, while Celeste was between Hank and Jim. They experimented with every kind of dip imaginable, ranging from caviar to celery dip. Jim began by carefully licking the ketchup from Celeste's nipple. After Kathy carefully balanced a little caviar and chopped onion on Marie's now-erect nipple, she saw that the girl was holding her thighs tightly together. Suspecting what was happening, Kathy reached down and forced the girl to separate her legs. As Kathy suspected, the girl's cunt was dripping with love juices flowing due to the erotic stimulation. Kathy played with the girl and felt a flow onto her hand. Then she just raised her wet hand to Marie's mouth with the comment, "I think this is yours." With her tongue darting like a cat's, Marie licked Kathy's hand. Seeing what Kathy did, whenever Hank changed toppings for Celeste's tit, she casually held out her hand for Celeste to lick clean. In spite of the fact that both girls could barely control their laughter, they never allowed the plates they were holding under each breast to move at all. Finally, the girls' torture ended when Kathy told them to clean up and change. They were going to be serving them in the dining room. Just as they returned to the sitting room wearing their uniforms, Hank said in a haughty tone, "Katherine, what a fine, traditional idea! I can scarcely remember the last time breast of virgin was served at a cocktail party. I can still remember, though, when it was quite the rage." With her face falling she concluded, "I suppose, like so many other things, it was just overdone to the point of becoming tiresome. You know, Katherine? Like the chip dip made from dry onion soup?" "Oh gracious, no!" Kathy protested. Then her voice dropped to a very confidential tone as she said softly, "Henrietta, it is nothing like that at all! Rather — and it's why we only dare serve it at an intimate gathering like this — you do know, darling, that female human virgins are now on the endangered-species list? They are, you know." Kathy's eyes widened as she said, "Good heavens! If the environmentalists were to hear about this ... I don't know what we would do!" "Screw the environmentalists!" Hank exclaimed. "But call me Henrietta one more time, Katherine Carlson, and you'll need a new head!" Glaring at her Hank said, "Understand?" Everyone laughed including the sisters, as they left the suite and went to the dining room for dinner. ------- Chapter 18 During the dinner hours Jerry Smith just played soft music that complemented the food and table conversation. When the tables were cleared following the main course, he changed tempo and went into the band's dance music. His eyes had been locked on the large table directly across the dance floor from where he was conducting and he had recognized Ken Carlson the instant he appeared. Jerry silently whistled as he got a good look at Hank Conroy. He had never seen her look so beautiful. Then he looked at the other woman and just shook his head. If anything, she was even more beautiful than Hank, who Jerry had always considered to be the most beautiful woman alive. Clearly, he thought, this must be Kathy of the Kathy-grams. As he watched them sit down at their table, he realized how much alike the two women — indeed the two couples — were. The women seemed to have eyes only for their husbands and seemed to have a need to touch them in some way. He had been amused as he watched them enter the dining room and be shown to their table. It seemed like every pair of eyes in the room was locked on the two women. The men drooled at the revealed beauty — and with the dresses they were wearing, a great deal was revealed — while the women just looked with ill-concealed envy at their perfect bodies. But the two women, if they cared at all, only did because it made their husbands feel better to have such exquisite women on their arms. When the band swung into Glen Miller's String of Pearls, Hank and Jim Conroy came out on the dance floor. The two were jitterbugging and whenever Hank was turned out, her spin would send her skirt flying out straight revealing the most beautiful female legs Jerry had ever seen, along with her tiny lace bikini. The bank leader marveled — and rejoiced — at how beautifully they moved together on the dance floor. He knew of Jim's wounds and had also heard the story of the doctors saying he would never walk again. When that number ended, Jerry slowed the tempo for the next number and was delighted to see the Carlsons come out on the floor. When they did, he signaled the band and they smoothly shifted into Glen Miller's signature, Moonlight Serenade. For Kathy and Ken this was a first. Never in their entire lives had they danced together — not even at their wedding. Because of lack of money and time, there had been no formal reception, just wedding cake served to the guests in the church basement. Kathy teased Ken about being as big as a bear and that's exactly what he felt like as he escorted her out onto the dance floor. She kissed him lightly and teased him about getting up on his hind legs and showing the people what he could do. Actually Ken was scared. He knew he didn't know how to dance and was scared of stepping on one of Kathy's feet and crushing it. When he mentioned his fear, she had merely pointed out that as long as it wasn't her cunt, she couldn't care less. To his utter amazement, Kathy just floated in his arms with her cheek against his while his hand was on her bare back. She just murmured happily at the feel of his big hand on her bare back. When the music ended, she tipped her head up and he saw the wanting in her eyes. Still holding her in his arms, he lowered his lips to hers and the two pairs of lips fused together while the electricity flowed between them. Jerry was standing on the bandstand which was only about a foot above the dance floor. When the Carlsons embraced, he could see the electricity flowing. Picking up a cordless microphone, he waited for their kiss to end and then asked them quietly to please remain where they were. Kathy and Ken were puzzled, but did as he asked. Using the mike for the first time, Jerry said, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Kapalua resort. First, I have been asked to make a special announcement. Tonight, we are having a private party with all of the guests in the hotel invited — all of you people. The occasion? To honor the couple standing here on the dance floor beside me, Kenneth and Katherine Carlson, who arrived yesterday for their honeymoon. "Why, you may wonder, would the hotel have a party like this for a honeymooning couple? They are hardly the first couple to come out here on their honeymoon and management certainly hopes they won't be the last. Well, why then?" Jerry stood up even straighter as he continued, "It is to honor probably the greatest military hero in the history of the United States, Kenneth Carlson. You see, in Vietnam a few years ago there was an interesting military unit: Alpha Company of the First Ranger Battalion, U.S. Army. However, it was known to everyone as Carlson's Rangers. "I was over there, too, you see. Because I get interested in strange things from time to time, I always wondered why it was a company. After all, it only had about forty men; in size it was sort of a heavyweight platoon. Why, then, call it a company? Well — and I found this out firsthand — it has the combat power and force of a reinforced battalion. So anyway, I guess the brass split the difference and called it a company. "There's more, you see: In this room tonight are three people whose lives were saved by Captain Ken Carlson. And I mean personally saved. First, we have twin sisters, Marie and Celeste Trang." Jerry's eyes became icy and his voice hardened. "For those of you here who thought we were wasting our time in Vietnam persecuting a bunch of poor agrarian reformers, I would like you to talk to the Trangs. These girls were in high school when the North Vietnamese hit their village. The first thing they did was take their father out to the square. All of the villagers had been rounded up and were made to stand around under guard while they made their father kneel and then shot him in the head! "His crime? He was the mayor of the village. That's all. Their mother broke free of the guards and ran to her husband to hold him in her arms as he died. They shot her in the head, too. Then they tied these two girls to a frame they erected and made them watch as, one after another, all of the girls from their Catholic girl's high school were taken to the middle of the square and raped repeatedly until they died. Then all the attention was focused on the two girls. They were tied together, face to face, and suspended from the frame by their wrists. As they slowly turned in the air, two men began to whip them until their backs, buttocks and legs were nothing but bloody lacerated strips. They were heating an iron red hot. Why? So they could brand the girls in different places to be able to tell them apart for purposes of their betting." Now Jerry's voice was ringing around the room and he couldn't any longer conceal his anger. "Betting? Yes, betting! Betting on which of the two would live longer. You see, while they had raped and quickly killed the other girls, because of the Trangs' surpassing beauty, they wanted to stretch their deaths out. The betting was that they could survive at least two full days. Anyway, they were about to cut them down in order to repeat the whipping with the girls tied back-to-back, when there was a fusillade of bullets coming from all sides of the square. Remember, all of the villagers were present. Nevertheless, most of the enemy were killed while no villager suffered even a scratch. The few survivors surrendered. In spite of the fact that the village was over one hundred miles away from the nearest Allied position, it was Carlson's Rangers. Ken Carlson personally cut down those two girls and brought them back. We're delighted that they are here with us tonight." Looking up, he motioned for a spotlight to be trained on the girls who were wearing their uniforms while still wearing the big white bows that had been their entire uniform while they were serving cocktails. The spotlight picked out the two girls who smiled and waved at the crowd. Everyone in the room got to his feet, applauded, and then cheered. "I have just introduced two of the people Ken Carlson saved. There is another, sitting at the table with the Carlsons, our own head golf professional here at Kapalua. Will Major James Conroy, U.S. Air Force (retired), please rise?" Although he was embarrassed, it was a small enough price to pay tribute to the man who had saved his life. Jim stood up and the spotlight picked him out. After waving to the crowd he sat down again. Jerry continued, "I have gotten to know Jim very well over the years. You see, he is another authentic hero. He has the Air Force Cross with oak leaf cluster, the Air Medal with two clusters and the Purple Heart." His face grew serious when he added, "Please believe me when I tell you that the AFC is not obtained for fifty cents and a boxtop. Rather, it ranks immediately below the Medal of Honor — and Jim has two of them!" Then he grinned and added, "You saw how crippled up Jim is, I hope? That's why he's retired: medical disability. Of course, I have it on good authority that after he was retired at a ceremony at the Hickam Field Air Force Hospital, he and his wife, Hank, went skipping together down the front walk. Then, after a short time Jim went to the Air Force and wanted to get rid of his fifty-percent disability pension on the not-completely-unreasonable basis that he wasn't disabled. After receiving a sympathetic hearing he did as he was told: He filed an appeal with the Armed Forces Disability Review Board. "Well, he had his hearing and a few weeks later received a letter that said, 'Dear Major Conroy: After carefully reviewing your file and hearing testimony, we are pleased to inform you that we agree with your position. You are absolutely correct that a fifty-percent disability in your case is inappropriate. Accordingly, we are awarding you a 75 percent disability pension, to be paid retroactively to your date of retirement.'" Jerry grinned and said, "How's that for a successful appeal? "Incidentally, he appealed again about a year later and they increased it to 85 percent. He's afraid to file another appeal, though. The next step is to declare him dead, pay off on his insurance, and bury him ... with full military honors, of course!" At this, the crowd broke up in laughter, while Jim, grinning broadly, put his face on the table and covered his head with his hands. "At any rate," Jerry continued, "Regardless of the disability, there's no question that first, Jim Conroy is a great hero, and second, he was seriously wounded in action. You see, it happened on his last mission flying a special chopper on a classified mission deep behind enemy lines. His helicopter was badly hit and all of his crew were killed. Somehow he managed to get it on the ground, more or less in one piece, and get clear just before its fuel ignited and it blew up. Jim's leg was a mess. It was a combination of a bullet wound and a shrapnel hit that shredded his left thigh — he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. "An enemy patrol finally found him. Since he was deep in the jungle — somehow Jim had found the only clearing for miles and put his chopper down in it — the only way they were going to get him out was to carry him. The officer in charge didn't go for that idea in a big way, so he drew his sidearm, cocked it, and aimed it at Jim's head. As he was squeezing the trigger, his gun hand seemed to explode. Just then Jim heard the sound of a shot. While the officer was staring stupidly at the bleeding stump where his right hand had been, a hole appeared in the middle of his forehead, right between his eyes. Then all hell broke loose, and the enemy patrol suddenly ceased to exist." Shaking his head, Smith asked rhetorically, "Who was it? Who else could it be, deep behind enemy lines? Carlson's Rangers. And, of course, doing the shooting was Ken Carlson himself. He did all the long-range shooting in the outfit. Anyway, Ken operated on Jim's leg and removed the bullet and the shrapnel — putting the pieces in a pocket in his flight suit, by the way, where they were found days later when he was finally in the hospital." Jerry grinned and interjected, "That's another nice thing about Carlson's — they even provide souvenirs." He shook his head and continued the narrative. "What now? Oh, not much. Ken Carlson personally carried Jim Conroy over 150 miles through the jungle to get him back to Allied lines." Jerry then looked puzzled and scratched his head. Then he shook it with a bewildered look on his face and mused, "For some reason or other, Jim seems to think he owes his life to Ken Carlson. I really can't understand it. Can you?" His rhetorical question was answered again by everyone rising and applauding, then cheering Ken to the rafters. Then Jerry Smith held up his arms for quiet. Now his voice became very serious as he said, "I said at the outset that there are three people here tonight who owe their lives to Ken Carlson. But I lied." There was an audible gasp from the crowd as he paused and looked around. "You see, I only learned about this party at three o'clock this afternoon, when I got a call from Hank Wellington, the general manger of Kapalua. It seems that Hank had only learned of it a moment before calling me. He was looking for a band to play here tonight. I'm sure he didn't expect us to come out, but, when he said it was to honor Captain Kenneth Carlson, I told him I would round up the boys and we would be here." Looking around the room, he found Hank Wellington standing in the corner and said, "Hank, you asked me what our fee would be for playing tonight. Well, the answer is that I would like you to stand the boys to a round of beers when we finish. Do you think you can handle that?" Wellington was utterly stunned. He could only nod his head in agreement. Then he motioned to a waiter, whispered to him, and then spoke to Jerry while the waiter hurried off. Raising his voice to be heard across the room, Hank replied, "Jerry, to show you what big spenders we are out here, I'm springing for two rounds... And we're serving the first round right now since it looks like you're sort of taking a break." Even at the distance Jerry could see his face take on a puzzled look when he asked, "But Jerry, why?" "That's a good question, Hank," Jerry replied. "You see, I though about it and it seemed to be a fair charge for us to play in honor of Kenneth Carlson... the man who saved my life!" Everyone in the room was stunned including the members of the band. When Jerry had rounded them up he had said only that it was absolutely imperative that The Swing Band play at Kapalua, but had not told them why. Having made his electrifying statement, he jumped off the bandstand, took Ken in his arms, and embraced him. He said softly in Ken's ear, "Captain, I never had a chance even to thank you! Would you believe it?" Then he gripped Ken's hand tightly and jumped back up on the stand he had come down from. "I guess I owe you all an explanation. No one here knows what I am going to tell you now ... Excuse me! No one but Ken Carlson and me. You see, we have some real hero types here. I told you about Jim Conroy, and you're hearing about Ken Carlson. Hell! I was just a dumb infantryman — a dog-face — trying to keep my head down..." Jim Conroy rose to his feet and speaking in a voice loud enough to carry to the corners of the room said, "Bullshit! He is First Lieutenant Gerald Smith, U.S. Army; he holds the Silver Star, the Bronze Star with two oak-leaf clusters, and the Purple Heart, with cluster, along with the Combat Infantry Badge with six battle stars!" Glaring at Jerry he continued, "Look, fellah, I said I would keep your secret, but now the cat's out of the bag. You see, folks, many of us who live here on the Island know about this band, but I'm sure most of the rest of you don't." Making an encompassing motion with his hand, including the entire band, he said, "This is The Swing Band, who most think is the finest band in the Islands. However, there's not a single honest starving musician in the whole group. Would you believe we have lawyers, surgeons, accountants, business executives ... And Jerry? He's a senior vice president of The Bank of Hawaii!" Pointing his finger at Jerry, Jim said, "This time I've fixed you good! Everyone know that bankers are all dedicated cowards. When the word reaches Honolulu that you're a certified hero..." Jim just shook his head, grinned, and said, "I apologize for the interruption, but I just wanted to set the record straight. Jerry, please continue telling us how you were just trying to keep your head down." Jerry provoked a gale of laughter when he turned to the band and said, "See what happens when you try to do a favor for a friend? You try to be nice to people and they walk all over you!" With that he turned back to the audience and shook his head. Then he continued his narrative: "As I was saying when I was so rudely interrupted ... My unit was the wing platoon on the extreme left flank of the battalion. We were being hit hard by regulars in the enemy army and frankly, we were being rolled up. I had been hit by a stray slug but was still functioning, when I was hit again with grenade fragments. That put me down and ruined my M-16. I had a sidearm, but I couldn't draw it with my ruined arm. "Just then an enemy soldier comes at me with his bayonet aimed right for my gut. He's in his lunge which would have put me away, when he's stopped in his tracks." Jerry shook his head and said, "That's when I learned firsthand about the stopping power of a Colt .45 automatic. He took three rounds in the chest centered on his heart in less than two seconds. They not only killed him, but they stopped him and knocked him over backwards. "The next thing I know, the whole enemy regiment that was attacking our flank was hit on its own flank and was rolled up itself. "That's when I learned abut the hitting power of Carlson's Rangers. That's who it was, of course. Moreover, that's all it was. Can you imagine a unit of just forty men rolling over an infantry regiment? I can because I saw it happen." Again Jerry shook his head and continued, "Anyway, Carlson stopped them and sent them reeling. Just then, my battalion counterattacked. Being hit from two directions at once, they just disintegrated. End of an enemy infantry regiment. Anyway, I had a ringside seat from my foxhole. Hell, I couldn't move with the shrapnel in my leg anyhow, so I might as well enjoy the show. The whole thing was over in a matter of minutes anyway, and then I guess I passed out. I remember coming to, at least a bit, when I felt myself lifted out of my foxhole and carried in a giant's arms." Gesturing toward Ken he said, "That giant! Unlike Jim Conroy, Carlson only had to carry me less than a mile to the battalion aid station. When we got there, though, medics were bringing wounded in from all over and they seemed to have some system — and we weren't in the system. "Well, Carlson just shrugged, laid me out on a tarp, opens up a huge medical kit and goes to work. First, he checks my dog-tags, then goes and swipes three units of the right type of blood. Then he scrubs the wounds — a bullet in my shoulder, and shrapnel in my leg. All he says when he picks up a surgical probe is, 'I'm afraid this is going to hurt, Lieutenant. I'm not an anesthesiologist.' At any rate, he eases a probe down the track of the bullet and locates it. Then he uses a pair of forceps and, using the probe, guides it down to where the bullet was embedded. Then as gently as could be, he eases the bullet back up the track it had taken going in, gets it out, and drops it on my tunic. He goes back in, locks on something else and again withdraws. This time there's a heavy flow of blood and some pus. What he recovered were bits of uniform driven into my body ahead of the slug. He watches it drain for a few minutes, then stitches up the bullet hole, puts a powdered antibiotic on, and then bandages it." Jerry just shook his head and said, "If you want to do something interesting, try watching yourself being operated on." He shook his head and added, "I guess 'interesting' is the right word, too. "Well, then he turned his attention to the shrapnel in my leg. the nicest thing anyone could say about my leg was that it was a mess. I got hit hard in the thigh. This time, though, he gave me a couple of morphine injections and waited a few minutes while they worked. A strange thing happened while he was waiting, though. He went into his pack and took out a bundle of blue notepaper. These were what I had heard about: Kathy-grams. Keeping one eye on me, he read a few and I could see a dead-tired guy come back to life. "Then, when he thought I was ready, he grinned, introduced himself as Ken Carlson, and proceeded to work. Now shrapnel is very different from a bullet. It is irregular in shape and comes from any direction. Well, Ken had already cut my pants leg almost off. Now he carefully studied each shrapnel piece, figured out how it had been moving when I got hit, and then as carefully and smoothly as can be, he backed it out the same way it went in. There were six separate pieces that he worked on. Again he cleaned me up, stitched up the wounds, and bandaged the area. "This time he drives his bayonet with his M-16 into the ground to use as a holder for the blood bottles. Again he goes back to his Kathy-grams while he watches the blood run into my veins. When I had taken the full three units, I was almost feeling alive again. Having read a bunch of his letters, Ken was now feeling great. "Anyway, as carefully as can be, he carries me to the aid station and lays me on an empty stretcher with other casualties. Of course, he had put the bullet and the shrapnel in my tunic where the nurse found them later. He shook my hand, wished me luck, and then faded away. I guess I went to sleep. To finish the story, the next time I awakened I was at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines where I was getting all kinds of hell for losing my medical history and the treatment records. "I didn't know what the idiot was talking about, so the guy screams about the surgeon who operated on me. When I told them what had happened, they didn't believe me. Later when they checked and found that the battalion aid station had no surgeons, they still didn't believe me." Again Jerry jumped off the stage taking the cordless mike with him. Sticking out his hand to Ken he said, "Captain, there are no words I can say to the man who saved my life once for sure, and probably twice. All I can say is, thank God you were there!" Then turning to Kathy he said, "Am I correct in assuming you were the author of the Kathy-grams?" She just smiled warmly and nodded. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her. Kathy was startled for an instant, but then kissed this hero with all the love she could muster. Her lips moved slowly on his while her arms were around his neck. When she slowly released him, Jerry's eyes were as big as saucers. Then he just said, "Wow! No wonder Ken Carlson was moved to perform miracles! With a woman like this..." Then he looked out at the audience and said, "I just received a kiss the likes of which I never even knew existed. Suffice it to say, I feel like a glob of warm mush ... Very happy warm mush, I hasten to add." Then he shook his head and said, "You know something? That kiss had no sex in it ... None! It was just a flow of the purest love." Then he whistled and added, "No wonder Ken Carlson is so big. You take that love and couple it with the passion that these two share for each other, and a lesser guy would be just a spot on the floor." He shook his head and said, "I was right, too. Kathy, you have so much love to give, you could — and did — motivate this guy at a range of 6,000 miles!" Smith shook his head in feigned disbelief. ------- Chapter 19 At this point Ken Carlson asked Jerry if he could have the microphone for a few moments. The bandleader was startled but immediately complied. Having watched Jerry, Ken knew where to hold it so he started right in. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. First, on behalf of my wife, Kathy, and myself, I want to thank you all for this warm tribute. I would also like to make a few remarks on the evening of one of the most remarkable days of our lives. "First, I would like to comment on the Trang sisters who you heard about earlier. You heard about the unspeakable tortures these young women suffered. I would like speak on behalf of my men and myself. You heard Jerry Smith a few moments ago tell about a battle we were in when I was lucky enough to save his life. Well, the guy coming at him was a soldier — an enemy soldier, to be sure — but just a guy trying to do his job. Unfortunately, warfare can be distinctly hazardous to one's health — and it was to his. However, I was only doing my job that day, too." Ken's face hardened and his eyes took on a steely glint as he continued, "With the Trangs, it was different. That wasn't war! That was plain torture, rape and murder. Not only are they recognized as crimes everywhere in the world, they are war crimes, too. Those butchers weren't soldiers; they were murderers! I will tell you now that my men and I enjoyed that one. We really did. Of course, we regretted that we were unable to arrive a few hours earlier. If we had, we might have saved more lives. As it was, we saved two: in my opinion, the two finest women in all of Vietnam. "What we found in the square in the center of that small village turned our stomachs. We found the ruined bodies of over twenty of their schoolmates: tortured, raped and ultimately killed. The bodies were just strewn around and left wherever they died. We found their mother's body lying over their father's. My men, assisted by the villagers I hasten to add, buried the victims in the church cemetery." Looking at the two girls standing together in the back he said, "Marie and Celeste, I think you both would have been pleased. Your parents are together in that churchyard forever. Your schoolmates were also decently buried with all of the villagers gathered around their graves praying for the repose of their souls." Ken was grim as he continued, "However, as far as the murderers were concerned, I decided we were going to save some money. We held a summary court martial — a military tribunal, if you will — on the survivors. The villagers testified, identifying individuals with particularly savage acts and killings. Court findings were announced, the findings of the court were appealed and upheld, and sentence was carried out. You see, Marie and Celeste, we found a use for the scaffold from which they suspended and tortured you both. The murderers were executed by hanging from that frame." Looking around the room, Ken said, "I'm sure some of you are shocked by what I just told you. It was not my intent to shock you, but it was my intention to tell you what we faced and what we did. The reaction of my troops to the hangings? It couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of guys." Now Ken's face softened and he smiled again at the Trang sisters. Addressing the crowd, he said, "I made a confession to my wife last night. Originally, I told her she was the first woman I had ever slept with. Yesterday, I confessed that it was not true. She was the third. You see, on the night of that terrible day, we were back in the jungle moving toward Allied lines. "The two girls were lying on a tarp while I tried to treat their tortured bodies. That's when they recovered consciousness. That night, in spite of the open cuts crisscrossing their backs, they insisted on sleeping with me — or more accurately, on me. Moreover, they insisted that I hold them tight in spite of the excruciating pain it had to be causing them. Why? There wasn't one inch anywhere on their backs without an open whip cut on it. Nevertheless, that's what they wanted, so that's what we did." Looking around the room, he said, "The last word on these two incredibly brave girls? We walked 150 miles through the jungle — and they walked, too ... Barefoot! When we arrived at the Allied base, every footprint they left was bloody. If you look today, you will see that the soles of their feet still carry terrible scars from that trek back, yet they never complained and never slowed down. I can't say enough about the bravery displayed by these two young women." Now he smiled. It was one of the warmest smiles Kathy had ever seen on his face as he said, "I will add one more point. We — Americans, citizens of the United States — should be honored that these girls have chosen to join us. If we can continue to attract people like this to our shores, our future as a nation is assured!" When the applause died down, Ken looked down and was surprised to see the girls were now standing in front of him. Marie reached for the mike and said, "Thank you, Sir Ken." She smiled warmly, took the mike and said, "You see, my sister and I refer to Mr. Carlson as Sir Ken, and his wife as Lady Kathy. Why? Because he is so much like the knights errant we used to read about who would ride alone righting wrongs and saving damsels in distress ... both of which applied in our case. "Why did we come to the United States? Where else would we go? Where else does there exist such unselfishness ... such concern for others? But most important, there is only one Kenneth Carlson and only one Lady Kathy. Celeste and I determined that America must be a wonderful place if it could produce people like these." Then with eyes downcast she said simply, "So here we are." Then she turned and whispered something to Jerry whose eyes widened, but who then agreed quickly. Turning back to the crowd she said, "With your permission, my sister and I would like to sing a song in thanksgiving." Ken stepped aside, stunned. Taking Kathy in his arms he whispered, "Hon, I never knew these girls could sing a note. I'm almost certain no one has ever heard them sing." Kathy replied very softly, "Darling, maybe they never felt like singing before." What followed was one of the most remarkable and beautiful duets anyone had ever heard. Not only did the girls have remarkable voices, they were essentially identical, so the effect was that of a solo with beautiful overtones. Jerry gave the band the beat and they played softly in accompaniment, America the Beautiful. The girls sang, "Oh beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain..." They sang the full three verses and no one present had ever heard the song sung with greater passion or feeling. When they finished, there was a stunned silence in the large room for a few moments, then a tremendous burst of applause and cheering. Without a word, the girls handed the mike back to Ken and disappeared. When the noise died down, Ken just shook his head and said, "I guess the people who appreciate freedom the most are the ones who have lost it, or who have never had it." Then he smiled and said, "This is my wife Kathy, as most of you already know. I consider myself the luckiest man alive to have her love and to have her as my wife. Earlier, I said that today was the most remarkable day of our life together. You see, late this afternoon, when we returned to our suite, Kathy dissolved into tears. She sat across my lap, held me tightly and cried her eyes out. Frankly, I didn't know what had happened. Then I realized that her whole body was trembling ... with fear!" Ken shook his head and continued, "When she finally calmed down enough to tell me what the matter was, I had the most terrible sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. You see, I was scared, too, and it was all I could do to try to hide my fear from her." With a wry smile, Ken said, "You may wonder what this idiot is talking about. I'm sure many of you are. Before I tell you, though, I want to set a context for you by just going back in time from this evening only to last Saturday. "First, today: This morning, Kathy went out on a golf course for the first time in her life. In fact, it was the first time she had ever seen a real golf course. She shot a one-over-par 73. Honest, she did. In fairness, though, she had played a little golf on one of those computer golf trainers. However, as Jim Conroy will attest, she didn't even know how to hold a golf club. In spite of the fact that her first tee shot — ever — was about 200 yards. Given the way she was holding the club, Jim was amazed it even got off the tee. "Second, Monday: Keep in mind, this is only Wednesday afternoon. At any rate on Monday afternoon Kathy created the concept of a $50-million business deal, sold the concept to the principals, and prepared and executed the relevant contracts — In an elapsed time, end to end, of fifty-five minutes! "Third, Saturday morning: We were working at a construction site in downtown Los Angeles. Why she was working there is another story I won't bore you with. Anyway, a crew of men were at the bottom of a ten-foot-deep utility trench when signs of water appeared where there should not have been any. I got the men out of the trench and called the foreman over. He went down to look and, just then, the side of the trench gave way under the weight of sewer water. You see, a main sewer line running parallel to the trench had collapsed. "When the trench wall gave way, the foreman's leg was snapped and his foot was trapped between two shoring timbers. Kathy comes running, takes a look at what was by then only a narrow slit no man could fit into, strips off her clothes and goes down into this trench rapidly filling with sewer water. She cuts his foot free of his boot and then pulls the foot free. Of course, the whole trench could have collapsed and buried her alive. She gets him out and only seconds later it did totally collapse. "Is she finished? Not Kathy. She gives mouth-to-mouth resuscitation — drawing sewer water out of the victim's lungs with her mouth. When he revives after such a long period of time that many of the men were convinced he was already dead, she sets his broken leg." Ken looked around and saw Hank Wellington still standing in the corner. He said, "Yesterday, when we checked in, we met Hank Wellington, the general manager. We learned he is an ex-paratrooper and once tried to set a trooper's broken leg. He told us how, with five big strong men pulling, they could not get the bones back into alignment." Looking around after pausing, Ken said, "Well, Kathy did it... by herself! She planted a bare foot in the victim's crotch, held his foot and just pulled. I have never seen such muscles under strain as I saw last Saturday. Not only did she pull, but at the same time she kept an eye on the alignment of the foot to the leg to be sure the bones would mesh properly." Ken shook his head and said, "I don't know how long she maintained that incredible pressure, but I would guess at least five minutes. Finally, it moved and the bones lined up. Then we put the broken leg in a splint. Is she finished yet? Hell no! She supervises washing the sewer water off the victim, washing his face and hair herself. Keep in mind she's still naked and covered with sewer slime all this time. Then she supervises the guys who hose her off." Then Ken grinned broadly and asked, "What do you suppose happened next? Well, she looks around and the ambulance hasn't arrived yet, so all we could do was wait. Now she starts bawling like her heart would break. While I hold her tightly in my arms she's telling me how scared and terrified she is." Ken just shook his head and added, "You will note, please, that she decides it's time to act like a weak woman when there's absolutely nothing more for anyone to do!" He shook his head and added, "God! I love this woman!" Ken shook his head and said, "That's a little background on my wife: a great athlete, a brilliant businesswoman and contract lawyer, as well as being incredibly strong and courageous, willing to risk her life to help others. Now, what is it that could possibly terrify her? For that matter, in light of everything I've been through, what could terrify me?" While he had been speaking, Kathy had been standing in front of him. In spite of all the people present she had taken his right hand — his left hand was holding the mike — and took advantage of the deep cleavage in her dress to slip it inside to cup her bare breast. "I'll tell you what it was," Ken said softly. "It was the prospect of motherhood. You see, at lunch today, we learned just a little of what it means to be a mother from probably the finest mother in the world, Hank Conroy. We heard from two of the most remarkable young people we have ever met, Samantha and Tommy Conroy. What did we learn? Well, we found out that Hank devotes 100 percent of her time, attention and love to her husband, Jim. Then she focuses 50 percent on each of their four children." Ken just shook his head and said, "Yeah, I know. It adds to 300 percent, doesn't it? How can you spend 300 percent?" Ken just shrugged and said, "We don't know, either. Why in hell do you think we're so scared?" He shook his head and said, "I can't even list the things that Hank Conroy does for her family. Her daughter, Sam, said it best, I think, when she said her mother is the family's guiding force and its pole star. She maintains the direction while at the same time giving herself in a thousand ways to each member of the family." Then he grinned and said, "I guess we did learn one thing about living with kids, though: Don't let them run things or get too secure. For example, Hank has occasionally advertised one or another of the kids for sale, swap or trade. Another thing I learned from Jim is that instead of buying the children's furniture, they rent it ... by the week!" With his face becoming more serious, Ken added, "Of course, you don't want to overdo this insecurity stuff. For example, Jim told me that to make the kids feel all snugly and warm at Christmas, in December they usually rent the furniture for the whole month!" At that the audience dissolved in laughter. "Then we learned from one of the most remarkable young women in the world how her mother is her best friend, confidante, advisor, tutor, swimming buddy ... Hank is everything Samantha could ever want her to be ... Most particularly including being available for her at any time." Ken shook his head and said, "I could go on and on and on, but I won't. Rather, I want you to know how we addressed the problem of our fear. The short answer is we didn't. Well, if you can't address the fear, what can you do?" With a big grin, Ken said, "Remember the wonderful Boston Irish political axiom: 'Don't get mad; get even!' Well that's what we decided to do. "First of all, let me ask a question of all the women in the audience who saw Hank dancing. Her body is utterly perfect, right? Can you believe she has given birth to four children? She has. Can you believe that her oldest child, Samantha, is fourteen? In another year or two, they will look like twins..." Ken just shook his head and grimaced, saying, "And you know something else? In about five more years, Sam is going to look like her mother's older sister!" Then with a grin he continued, "Well, then, if the idea is to get even, how do we do it? "Well, honestly, with Kathy and me huddled together and trembling with fear, I really don't remember whose idea it was. But it sort of works like this: You see, we learned that Jim's birthday is a national holiday at the Conroys', while each of the children's birthdays is a major celebration. Mom's birthday? Mother's day? Wedding anniversaries? They don't exist on the Conroy calendar." Now Ken's grin broadened. "The next was Kathy's idea. She figured that the way Hank continues to look so young is she still thinks she's eighteen! Our guess is it was probably the last birthday she celebrated. So guess what? Today we are celebrating Hank Conroy's twenty-first birthday — she gave birth to Samantha when she was seven — and the Conroy's fifteenth wedding anniversary!" Then he raised his hands to quell the applause that had started. "Wait a minute! We're not saying the dates are correct. What we are saying is that Hank Conroy sure in hell doesn't know what the correct dates are, either!" With that, Ken motioned to where the Trangs were waiting. Each carried a beautiful cake to the table while Ken and Kathy went back to the table to join them. A magnificent birthday cake with twenty-one burning candles was placed in front of Hank and an equally beautiful anniversary cake with fifteen candles was put in front of Jim. Hank looked up at Ken with her eyes dancing with pleasure at the surprise. After taking a deep breath, she blew out all the candles, then, joining Jim, the two blew out the ones on the anniversary cake, as well. Meantime, the band was playing Happy Birthday and everyone was singing. When they finished, there were the usual cries of "Speech! Speech!" from the crowd. To Ken's surprise, Hank took the mike from his hand and said, "Thank you all, very much." Then with a big grin, she said, "For that matter, we have a surprise for the Carlsons, too." With that she nodded towards the corner where Samantha and Tommy were standing with two smaller children. Sam carried her two-year-old sister while Tommy held his six-year-old brother's hand as they made their way between the tables to the dance floor in front of the Carlson table. There Sam carefully set her sister down while Tommy released his brother's hand. Hank said softly to the little girl, "Hi, sweetie. There's someone here I want you to meet." Taking Kathy's hand, she led her out to the dance floor. When she got a good look at the little girl, Kathy thought she was the most beautiful small child she had ever seen. She had the same golden blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes as her mother and sister, along with a beautiful golden tan. The girl was dressed in a very cute white dress. Kathy went down on her knees as the little girl came up to her and made a lovely little curtsy. Then she put out her tiny hand and said, "How do you do? My name is Kathy Conroy." Then, obviously ad libbing, she said with the brightest smile Kathy had ever seen, "I'm wearing my pretty party dress. Do you like it?" The child's smile had almost melted Kathy to the floor. Beaming at the child she said, "Kathy, I think it is lovely and you are the prettiest little girl I have ever seen!" Then Hank said softly, "Honey, why don't you tell the nice lady what your full name is ... You know, sweetie ... the long one." The girl looked up at Kathy, smiled her sunshine smile again, and said, "My name is Katherine Carlson Conroy. What's your name?" Kathy was absolutely stunned. All she could do was extend her arms and the little girl ran to her. Kathy gathered her in and stood up with the girl in her arms. She said softly, "Darling, my name is Katherine Carlson, and I am so happy to meet you!" The little girl just beamed brightly and gave Kathy a kiss full on the lips. It was the sweetest, warmest, most innocent kiss she had ever had. For her part, Kathy softened her lips and tried to transmit the incredible love she instantly felt for this small child she was holding in her arms. When she relaxed her hold on the little girl, she looked deep into Kathy's eyes while Kathy looked back into hers. Remembering what Sam had said — that the eyes are the windows of the soul — Kathy had never seen eyes so clear and yet so full of innocence, goodness and joy. Baby Kathy then smiled and said, "That was a wonderful kiss, Kathy. Could I have another?" "Of course, darling," Kathy replied, and once more melted her lips against the little girls. This time when she released the girl, she went down on her knees and set her on her feet. Little Kathy spun in a circle to show off her dress. Then she said, "You're wearing your pretty party dress, too, Kathy. Can you spin like me?" When Kathy spun, her skirt flew out straight, again revealing her beautiful legs. When she stopped the little girl was clapping her hands in glee and said, "You're very pretty, too. You're almost as pretty as my mommy!" Kathy thanked her for the compliment. Then the little girl did a cartwheel, and with a brilliant smile asked, "Can you do that?" Never having done a cartwheel before, Kathy wasn't sure, but she figured out how it had to work. After stepping out of her shoes, with her skirt flying, she did a series of continuous cartwheels around the dance floor. Shaking his head in a combination of amusement and amazement, Ken followed and picked up her pearls which had fallen off her neck at a point when she was upside-down. This time the little girl was beside herself with pleasure. Then Kathy looked at her and said, "How about a handstand? Can you do a handstand?" The little girl just shook her head while Kathy put her hands on the floor and kicked her legs up straight. When she did, her skirt dropped down around her head revealing her perfect legs and her lace bikini. Then she proceeded to walk on her hands around the dance floor. After making what she thought was a circle — with the skirt over her head, she could see nothing — Kathy had another idea. She bent her elbows and lowered herself toward the floor. When she thought she had enough room for a spring, using only her arms, she catapulted herself up, did a somersault and landed lightly on her feet. She spun a little to get her skirt back where it belonged, then shook her head to straighten her hair. Meantime, the little girl was beside herself with joy. She ran to Kathy who scooped her up, gave her another loving kiss, and gently put her down again. Then Hank turned to the small boy and said, "Honey, there's someone here for you to meet, too." Ken came over and went down on one knee. The boy was a younger edition of his father and brother. Like his brother, he was wearing a blue shirt with a solid blue tie. Tonight, both boys were wearing jackets, and it was obvious that the small boy was very excited at being dressed up. He came over and Hank softly asked, "Now introduce yourself, honey. Tell the man your full name." The little boy extended his hand and said, "How do you do, sir. My name is Kenneth Carlson Conroy and I'm very happy to meet you." Ken was stunned. But he extended his hand and carefully shook the little boy's much smaller one. Then Ken picked him up under his arms, and stood up while holding the little boy tight. He said, "My name is Kenneth Carlson, and I'm so happy to meet you, too!" The little boy's eyes became as big as saucers. Then he said, with his sense of awe audible in his voice, "You're the man who saved my daddy's life, aren't you, sir? You're the man I was named after!" The little boy reached his arms out, obviously trying to wrap them around Ken's neck. Ken held him close. As he did, he could feel the little boy's shoulders shake with his sobs as he said, "Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you..." Finally, Ken was able to kiss the little boy and just hold him. Meanwhile, Kathy had picked up the baby again and was holding her tightly, too. While watching, Hank and Jim were happy, pleased and proud of the smallest members of their family. When Jim put his arm around Hank's waist, she turned her head up to kiss him softly. Then she looked at Kathy with her eyes gleaming and asked, "Surprised?" Then she grinned and said, "And, I will have you know, my daughter was Katherine Carlson before you were! You can check the date on her birth certificate against your wedding license to prove it, too!" Tears were in Kathy's eyes as she said, "Hank, I just don't know how you do it! You have the most beautiful children in the world!" Then she said softly, "Holding your little girl in my arms I am reminded of the gospel story of Christ talking about little children. Your daughter is the purest, kindest, most graceful..." She shook her head and said, "Hank, that word — in its original meaning — defines you, Jim and your whole family: graceful, as in full of divine grace. Honey, this little girl is an angel, and I mean it in the divine sense. She just has to be, because no human could possibly be as good or as happy as she is!" Hank was initially going to make a wisecrack, but realized that Kathy was being totally sincere. Instead, she said softly, "Thank you very much, Kathy. I can't agree, of course, particularly with respect to Jim and me, but those are the nicest, most beautiful words anyone could ever say about us and our children. Thank you." Then, again speaking into the microphone, she said, "I was going to make some dumb crack, but decided not to. Rather, I would like to say a few things about myself, my family, and the Carlsons. First, I was going to make light of raising my children. Then I thought about it and asked myself, why? Now I'm addressing myself to the women here tonight, and particularly the wives and mothers. "Why have we allowed ourselves to buy a bill of goods from a bunch of dykes we would never otherwise allow into our homes? We have, you know. From these people we received the wonderful concept of the displaced homemaker, whatever in hell that's supposed to be. From them we also heard the bullshit about a woman only being able to be fulfilled in a man's world. "Ladies, what in hell is wrong with us? Today I learned a little about what being a wife and mother is all about. It is the most challenging, most demanding occupation on earth! And we allowed a small group of lesbians to belittle it. Worse, though, we, who above everyone else should know better, bought it! Who are the fools? The lesbians who can't — or won't — ever know the happiness and fulfillment we have in a man's arms? Who can't — or won't — ever give birth to beautiful children? Who can't — or won't — ever know the marvelous feeling of a small baby drawing nourishment from their tits? Ladies, I can't blame them, really. They don't know any better. But what, in the name of God, has been wrong with us. We do know! Or many of us do, anyway. "Thinking back, I almost fell into that trap myself. I really did. Once, I was feeling morose because I hadn't gone to college. Then I wondered what my problem was. You see, I am a voracious reader. I like to think that I am certainly as educated and knowledgeable about what's going on in the world as the next woman. Today, I realized I am a smashing success! I really am, and I can't tell you how happy and proud I was when I finally learned it. Why? Because I have the best husband and the most wonderful children in the whole world. And I guess I'm egotistical enough to think that I may have had something to do with that." Turning to Ken and Kathy — again, Ken was standing behind her with his arms around her waist — she said, "Kathy and Ken, I was going to laugh at what you said earlier: about being terrified at the thought of becoming parents." Now Hank was being very sincere and talking directly to Kathy. "Kath, you have absolutely all the equipment. First, you have a husband who you adore and who adores you. That's essential. Second, you are utterly beautiful, athletic, and so full of love and goodness it's overwhelming. In short, you have all the basics. "There's more, though: I don't know what the other people here saw a few minutes ago when you did cartwheels, walked on your hands, and then did a handspring to end up back on your feet, all to entertain my little girl. I'll tell you what I saw, though: I saw a woman who was playing with a small child in the child's terms. Moreover, I saw a woman who was delighted to do it. Darling, you're going to be a world-class mother! "I can't say anything about pregnancy, though." Hank grinned and said, "Do you know how Jim found out that I had been pregnant and we had our first child? I called him from the hospital and suggested he go over to the grill and get something to eat there. He asked why I wouldn't be home, and I told him the fools in the hospital wouldn't let me leave the baby in the nursery to go home and make him dinner." She looked around the room and shook her head, puzzled at the memory. "I promised them I would be back in just a couple of hours, too." Looking thoughtful, she asked rhetorically, "Do you think they didn't believe me?" Then she grinned and continued her story. "Then I told him, 'Oh, by the way, you're a father.'" Now she was giggling at the memories. "This has become a precedent in the Conroy family. I'll call from the hospital, and suggest to Jim that he take the kids to McDonald's for dinner. He normally asks, 'Why?', and I'll tell him we have a new baby." Then she grinned and said, "Of course, he's learning now. The last time, instead of asking why, he only asked, 'Is it a boy or a girl?'" She took Samantha by the hand and pulled her close. Sam was standing in front of her mother and Hank had an arm around the girl's waist. "I guess I owe Sam an apology for a cracked rib. She got it when I slammed her with my elbow. Why? You see, I guess I really did want a beer at lunch one day when she and I were out shopping together. The waiter carded me and then refused to serve me, claiming my ID was altered. Then Sam said, 'Gosh, Sis, I told you it would never work!' "But getting the beer wouldn't have been nearly as enjoyable as seeing the waiter honestly think I wasn't even twenty-one. You know something else? Now I realize that the reason Sam made the remark she did was to boost my ego and make me feel better." Hank grinned broadly and shook her head saying, "You know something else? In twelve more years, when Sam's twenty-six and Kathy is fourteen, you can bet your last penny that Kathy will do to Sam what Sam did to me. Complete to whispering, 'Sis, I told you it would never work!'" Hank looked thoughtful and then added, "And Kathy will probably get a cracked rib, too!" Then she gathered her family close. She held Kathy in her arms, while Jim held Kenny. Samantha and Tommy stood in front of their parents as Hank said, "Kathy and Ken, all we can say is thank you ... with all our hearts. This has been a marvelous day for me. Today I found out how wonderful my family really is and learned for the first time how very much my family loves me and we love each other." Then she shook her head and said, "I'll add only one more thing: I have had women come up to me, tell me how beautiful my children are, and then say that it's not for them, though, because they have to work. When I ask why, the answer is always the same: We need the money. I have never had the heart — or the nerve — to ask, need or want? You see, we have never had enough money. Any money I might have earned would have been an enormous help. But thinking back, no amount of money I could possibly have earned would have made up for missing even ten minutes of the time I spent with my husband and my children. "Before I end this little speech, though, I want to set the record straight: Ken said earlier that, although we rent the children's furniture by the week — we do, of course — we book the whole month of December to make the kids feel secure at Christmastime. Now that's just not true! We rent it through the Saturday following New Year's! Hell, I remember one year when New Year's Day fell on a Saturday. Jim and I paid the rental fee all the way to January eighth! "Finally, a word about Jim and the Carlsons. You see, my children said it today: If he had been killed, I would have been dead in a month — two, at the outside. They're right. Samantha said it, and I have been tremendously impressed at her insight. She said I need Jim's love to live. She's right ... I do. At the same time I have a need to love my children ... To hold them, to hug them, to counsel them ... To mother them! Damn it, that's what I am and it's all I ever want to be: I am Jim Conroy's wife, and the mother of Sam, Tom, Kenny, and Kathy Conroy! And that's enough for any woman!" With tears flowing now, she said quietly, "Thank you all so very much!" The couples went back to their table and served the cakes at long last. Chairs were produced for the Conroy children who joined in the celebration. When Samantha exclaimed over the cake, Kathy grinned and said she had made them. Then turning to Hank she said, "It's certainly not as challenging as raising children, but it's better than nothing." Then sticking out her tongue she said, "Hank Conroy, I am too good for something!" When the cake was finished, Sam took charge of her siblings and took them home while the adults remained to dance. To his utter amazement, Ken found that he actually liked to dance. The truth of the matter was that he really felt that he was what Kathy teased him about: a big bear trying to dance on its hind legs. He found that the combination of good dance music and Kathy in his arms really worked. Later, he even screwed up his courage and asked Hank to dance. When they were on the dance floor, he found that she moved in his arms in almost exactly the same way that Kathy did. While they were dancing Hank said softly, "Ken, you are truly a very lucky man ... And because you were so lucky in winning Kathy's love, Jim's still alive." Then she said, "Today has been one of the most extraordinary days of my life, Ken Carlson, thanks to you and your beautiful wife. Thank you so much." As she finished speaking the set ended and she raised her lips to Ken's. Again, the kiss she gave him was one of the purest love with no hint of passion. To his surprise, Ken found he could return it in exactly the same way. As the evening wound down, Ken made arrangements to meet Jim at the pro shop early in the morning to try out his new clubs while Kathy and Hank agreed to meet at the same time to play tennis. Finally, when the music ended and the band members were packing up their instruments, Ken and Kathy went up to Jerry Smith at the bandstand. Kathy said, "Jerry, we can't thank you enough for getting your band together and being here to play tonight. You made it a truly memorable evening for us." Jerry just shook his head and said, "Don't you dare try to thank me, Kathy Carlson. I know I'm only a banker, and there are some smart people who think there should be a Federal bounty on us. Nevertheless, my life is worth something to me, and it's the very least I could ever do for the people to whom I owe it. Okay?" Then he smiled and added, "We're not too easy to get rid of, either. Since you and Ken are going to be here for several weeks, so are we. And we are all looking forward to playing for you two again." ------- Chapter 20 When they were on their way back to their suite, Kathy had a quick whispered exchange with Marie. The girl had just nodded her head quickly, and smiled warmly. Again, as the previous night, Celeste took Ken to her bedroom while Marie accompanied Kathy. When they were in the room, Celeste wheeled the massage table in from the adjacent room and asked Ken to lie on his back after she carefully undressed him. As he lay there, he was amazed at what happened next. Rather than giving him a normal massage the way she had earlier in the evening, Celeste concentrated on his loins, using her small hands to produce a huge erection. Then she carefully oiled his cock and just caressed it until she was rewarded with a drop of liquid on its tip. Licking it off daintily with her tongue she said, "Sir Ken, you are ready for Lady Kathy now. Will you come with me?" When he entered the bedroom, instead of finding Kathy on her back the way she had been the previous night, now she was lying on her stomach facing the end of the bed. She smiled warmly and said, "Ken, do you remember promising to do anything for me that is in your power to do?" He said he did, but was puzzled. Kathy never asked him for anything. Then, with a wonderful lascivious grin, she said, "Great, darling! That means that tonight you're going to take the last of my virginity. You're going to fuck me in the ass." When he protested that he would hurt her, she was adamant. "Darling, that's why we're doing it tonight. If you rip me in half — and I so hope you do — I have weeks to recover. Moreover, we have Marie and Celeste here to take care of me. But finally, darling, tonight the path to my cunt runs through my asshole. If you want me — and I so hope you do — this is what you must do." Then she said, "Marie has oiled my ass, darling. Please? I'm as ready for you as I will ever be. Please shove that wonderful cock in me." With that she pulled her knees up under her body, raising her ass up high. Ken was scared. Even though it was something that had intrigued him for a long time, in recent weeks he had come to realize how large his cock really was. When he looked at her small amber ring, he realized that she had been thoroughly oiled. Not knowing what to do, he placed the tip of his cock at the hole. Feeling him there, Kathy — who had talked about it earlier with Hank — screwed up her courage, tried to relax her sphincter as much as she could, and then shoved backwards hard. There was an instant of blinding pain that caused her to scream involuntarily, but then he was in. She rested and could feel beads of sweat forming all over her body. Then she moved back more while Ken tried to move deeper into her. For Ken it was one of the most incredible sensations of his life as he felt his cock trapped by her anal ring, and yet moving inside a wonderful slippery surface. Using small strokes, he finally penetrated to his full length. Then he began to move slowly in and out. For Kathy, after the first incredible pain, the sensation was exquisite. As Hank had told her she would, now she was feeling an incredible sensation in her cunt. When she moved one hand from the bed to play with her clit, Marie, who had been watching the action with rapt attention, jumped on the bed and slid on her back under Kathy's elevated body until her mouth was below the woman's cunt. Then, using her talented tongue, she began to lick at Kathy's love box and gently nibbled on her clit. Moments later she was rewarded as Kathy screamed and achieved orgasm, releasing a small flood of love juices which, in spite of Marie licking and sucking as fast as she could, ran all over the girl's face and hair. For Kathy the pain was over and she just savored the wondrous feeling in her ass. She found that she could use almost all of the same movements in her ass that she could use when Ken was reaming her sheath. Soon he was taking long full strokes, withdrawing almost completely, then ramming his cock all the way in. Now, whenever he did, he could feel his balls hit Marie's head because the girl's lips were glued to Kathy's glorious cunt. Strangely, Kathy could feel her passion continue to rise. She achieved an orgasm from Ken's movement alone, but still he continued to move. At the same time she discovered the same level of control and the ability to subtly change her tempo just enough to keep Ken from achieving his release. She continued to scream involuntarily whenever she felt his body bounce off her firm ass cheeks. Then she screamed again as Celeste began to work on her tits and now-sensitized nipples. Finally, she could restrain it no more. When she felt Ken's cock start to vibrate, she drove backwards as hard as she could to bury his weapon inside her, then screamed as she achieved one of the most intense orgasms of her life. This time, in spite of her best efforts, she fainted again with her body collapsing on top of Marie's. With a struggle, the girl squirmed out from under Kathy's now-limp body. Meanwhile, Celeste had taken Ken into the bathroom to wash off his now-shrinking cock. Kneeling on the bed, Marie looked at Kathy for a moment, then gently rolled her over and moved between her legs. As Kathy recovered consciousness, she felt a wonderful feeling in her loins. Looking down, she brought her legs together, trapping Marie's head between them. Just then Ken emerged from the bathroom and got back in bed beside her. Lifting her lips to his, he melted her with a kiss. Then she said softly, "Darling, that was simply marvelous!" Then with an impish grin she asked, "When you asked me to take you in my ass the first time, months ago, I can remember slapping your face. Why didn't you just bat me upside the head and do it anyway?" Then pointing to Marie she said, "Look what I found, darling. What do you think it is? Is it good to eat, do you suppose?" As she spoke, Marie gently bit her clitoris triggering another small orgasm. Then feigning surprise she exclaimed, "Good grief! Whatever it is, it is eating me!" Relaxing her legs, she freed Marie who raised her head from Kathy's luscious cunt. Her face and hair were still covered with Kathy's love juices but the girl had a beautiful smile on her face. She said, "My Lady, your cunt is absolutely delicious! Thank you so much!" Then looking at Ken she said, "Sir Ken, your lady's cunt is prepared and waiting for you. It is running over with her juices and will be slippery and dripping for your raging cock — just the way you like it." She moved away and Ken knelt between Kathy's legs. Marie hadn't been exaggerating. When she positioned his cock, he just smoothly slid it into her lubricated sheath right to the root. In spite of feeling that his previous exertion had drained him dry, his cock was as big and rigid as it ever was as he plowed his wife's love canal. Soon her head was thrashing from side to side and she was wordlessly screaming every time he reached full penetration. Then she was in continuous orgasm as all the muscles in her loins were constantly in spasm. This time, though, she again forced herself to retain consciousness when he spent inside her and found her effort was rewarded as she could feel her vagina milk his cock while she squeezed his balls in tempo in an effort to drain him dry. After they rested on the bed with her head on Ken's shoulder, they reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower together. Meanwhile, Celeste changed the bed while Marie went to their room to take a shower and wash Kathy's love juices from her hair. Seeing that she could still get Ken hard, Kathy went to her knees and took him in her mouth while they were still taking a shower. After he came and she swallowed what she now thought of as his delicious cum, she rose, kissed him and just held him while the shower still sprayed over both of them. When she released him, Ken saw that her eyes were dancing with happiness. Replying to his question, Kathy said, "Darling, I'm ecstatic! I was able to take you all three ways in just one session of lovemaking!" With a grin she asked, "If we keep practicing, do you think I'll ever be as good as Hank?" "If you were any better, wife," he replied, "I would be dead!" She just grinned and kissed him again. Returning to the bedroom, they found the bed had been completely remade. Because of their extended lovemaking in the shower, there had been enough time for Marie to complete her toilet as well. To Kathy's surprise, Marie was standing beside the bed with her eyes downcast, while Celeste stood silently beside her. Still looking down, Marie said softly, "I am ready for my punishment now, Lady Kathy. Will you administer it, or will Sir Ken?" When she expressed ignorance regarding punishment, Marie reminded her that she had called Mrs. Conroy, Hank, and had told the Conroys that Kathy had prepared the hors d'oeuvres, even though she knew she was not supposed to. Kathy had come to love the girls. Nevertheless, they expected something to happen so Kathy said she would administer punishment. Sitting on the side of the bed, she told Marie to lie across her lap and to soften her ass cheeks. The girl did as she was told and Kathy began to spank her very gently. After the second stroke, Marie jumped to her feet with her eyes blazing. "Lady Kathy!" she exclaimed, "you are not being fair! You are not fair at all." "What do you mean?" Kathy asked, genuinely bewildered at Marie's reaction. "A woman with your strength can certainly hit me harder than that, and I expect you to. In fact, I demand that you do." With tears now appearing at the corners of her eyes, Marie's voice dropped and she said, "If you do not, I will no longer be able to stay here with you ... And I do so much want to stay." "But darling," Kathy protested, "if I were to hit you hard, I could hurt you..." "You cannot!" the small girl exclaimed. Twisting her body to partially expose her back, she said, "I took these, remember. Nothing you could do could possibly hurt me. Besides, Lady Kathy, I love you ... And I think you care for my sister and me, at least a little, too." Then with an impish grin she added, "Besides, what I really would love for you to do is to leave the imprint of your hand as a big bruise on each of my ass cheeks. Then I can show them to Hank as they change color — Celeste and I run to very colorful bruises — and keep reminding her that it's all her fault!" Now there was real pleading in her eyes as she concluded, "Please, Lady Kathy? Could you give me ten smacks on each side? Real hard ones?" Kathy was skeptical, but the girl was insistent. Shaking her head, Kathy motioned to her knee and again Marie positioned her ass over it. This time, Kathy hit the girl as hard as she could. The girl began to scream involuntarily each time Kathy's hand came down after the second spank, but still she valiantly tried to make her ass as soft as possible. After ten strokes, the girl struggled to her feet with tears of pain pouring from her eyes. Then she repositioned herself facing the opposite direction so Kathy could have a full swing at her other nether cheek. When it was finally over, Kathy's hand was stinging from pain. Then to Kathy's utter amazement, Marie lifted her hand to her mouth and gently licked the palm and kissed it. Although tears were still streaming down her cheeks she said, "Thank you for properly disciplining me, Lady Kathy. I don't think I'll be able to sit comfortably for weeks. But I'm so sorry you hurt your hand on my hard ass." With that she kissed her hand again. As the girls turned to go to their own bedroom, Kathy had an idea. "Come back here," she said softly. The two girls turned, startled. "I would like a soft body to keep my right side warm. Also, Marie, my husband enjoys cupping a tit in his hand as he sleeps. I think I would like it, too. Celeste, you will sleep on Sir Ken's left shoulder and warm his hand with your tit. Marie, you will sleep on my right." When the girls realized what was being asked, they were thrilled. When the girls got into bed in the indicated positions, Marie wriggled to try to find a comfortable position for her injured buttocks. She quickly concluded there was none, so she just put the pain out of her mind, concentrating instead on the wonderful feeling of having Kathy's hand cupping her tit. After Ken and Kathy kissed, they each turned to the girl beside them and kissed her softly. When Kathy kissed Marie, it was a kiss filled with the purest love that flowed between them. Kathy noticed, as she started to drift off to sleep, that the twins' ineffable sense of sorrow seemed to have dissipated somewhat. When she awakened the next morning, Kathy felt wonderfully refreshed. Moreover, she found that she absolutely adored having this beautiful girl's head on her shoulder. When she wriggled slightly she could feel the pain in her stretched asshole, but it felt beautiful. Her slight movement was enough to awaken Marie who was now looking at her with love in her beautiful grey eyes. Kathy moved her head slightly, just enough to be able to taste the sweetness of the girl's lips. After her morning lovemaking with Ken, they quickly showered, dressed and went off to meet the Conroys. Arriving at the tennis courts, Kathy wasn't surprised to find that Hank was already there waiting. However, she was surprised to find Samantha present as well. When she asked, she was told that it was Sam's idea; the school bus didn't come by until seven forty-five, so until then she intended to watch the tennis match. Like so many other things, Kathy had never played regular tennis. Being familiar with other racquet sports, though, she did not anticipate a great deal of difficulty. Hank proved to be as good a tennis coach as she was a golf instructor and quickly showed Kathy the differences in technique. Her confidence increased with every stroke. When they began to play, Hank jumped in front by winning five quick games and was up in the set 5-0. However, Kathy was getting better with every point they played. She fought back, winning the next four games before Hank overwhelmed her, taking the next game and the set, 6-4. However, Kathy's game continued to improve, particularly her serves. She soon developed a feel for the throw and began to unleash her great power, beginning to win points on service aces. Sam finally had to leave for the bus. When she did, she could see her mother's tennis dress was sopping wet with perspiration as she was being run all over the court. The second set went to Kathy, 6-4, and she overwhelmed Hank in the third, 6-1, to take the match. When they left the court to go to the ladies lockers, Hank said, "Katherine Carlson, you are too much! Needless to say, that was the best tennis I've played in at least ten years — but you beat me, anyway!" Kathy just winked, stopped and kissed Hank full on the lips. Again, their love for each other flowed between them. When they separated, Kathy said softly, "Thanks, coach!" Hank just winked and grinned. When they arrived at the locker room, the girls were waiting for them naked, as usual. When Marie saw Hank she said acidly, "I hope you're satisfied, Mrs. Conroy. Look what Lady Kathy did to me because of you!" Turning her backside towards Hank, she showed large black-and-blue marks on each nether cheek, each the size and shape of Kathy's hand. Hank just shook her head, not knowing what to say. When her back was turned, Marie grinned broadly at Kathy and winked meaningfully. After quick showers and fast massages, they put on their golf clothes and went upstairs to meet the men for breakfast. Before leaving the locker room, though, Kathy told the Trang sisters that she wanted them both to begin workouts on the exercise machine. She described the exercises she wanted them to do and told the girls what weights to use to start. They finished breakfast at nine-thirty and still had thirty minutes until their tee time. Making use of the time, Jim Conroy took Kathy to the practice tee this time bringing along a couple of sets of golf clubs. First, he gave her a set of regular men's clubs with stiff shafts. Then, responding to his urging to really let out her swing, Kathy began hitting the ball harder and harder until her shots were spraying the range the way Ken's had the day before. Jim just shook his head, grinned, and gave her another club saying, "Okay, Kathy, let's see what you can do with this one. Now really hit the damned ball, please!" When she did as he asked, the ball hit the 250-yard target square in its center on the fly. The target was positioned directly in front of her where the midpoint of the fairway would be. When she looked at Jim in surprise, he just grinned and said, "Kathy, what you just used was a brand-new gorilla club in your size that was flown in last night. I knew it!" Then with another grin he said, "Now, shall we introduce you to the Village Course?" While virtually every hole on the Bay Course at Kapalua is in sight of the ocean, the Village Course is away from the sea on the first rise of mountains on the island. Much of the course is cut through pineapple fields. The combination of higher ground along with the low-lying pineapple bushes allows the wind a full sweep. The signature hole on the course is a 525-yard par five. The hole is straight but it plays directly into the trade winds which normally come across the island at a steady twenty to thirty knots. Moreover, the hole is played uphill on gently rising ground. The combination of the wind and the rising land results in the hole playing as if it is more than 600 yards in length. The wind knocks down even the best-hit balls and the rising land diminishes any roll. As a concession to the men and the large number of condos built beside the course, Hank and Kathy kept their clothes on. During the round Jim played his normally steady game. Hank seemed to have little or no interest in her own game; rather she concentrated on coaching Kathy. Poor Ken appeared to have solved one problem only to find himself with another. His tee shots were things of beauty and power. While the day before he had been spraying golf balls in all directions, today his shots were down the middle with a slight draw which increased his roll. The new problem arose when he got within 150 yards of the pin. His new clubs, coupled with his incredible power, raised havoc with his game; even the shortest club in his bag, the sand wedge, carried 140 yards or more. Moreover, since it is a very high-lofted club, it drove his shot high into the air enhancing the ability of the wind to catch the ball and take it. The result was that he played brilliantly whenever he could take a full swing, but had enormous trouble when he got in close. His moment of glory came on the signature hole, though. His drive carried nearly 300 yards, in spite of the wind and the rising land. His second shot with his 3-iron was on the green and only twelve feet from the cup. Ken sank his putt for an eagle three to win the hole. When his putt dropped, Kathy leaped into his arms and burned him with a passionate kiss. Then she said, "I hope you noticed how considerate I was? I waited for you to putt before I turned you to mush. And I didn't do this at all," she said as she gently squeezed his prick and balls through his pants. The green was shielded from view so Ken took the opportunity to strip off Kathy's clothes in an instant. Grinning at her, he said, "I hope you notice that I've been good, too." Gently squeezing her tits he said, "I didn't do this ... Or this..." he said, squeezing her ass cheeks, "Or this..." as he fingered her slit and teased her clit, "But especially, I didn't do this..." To her delight, he stripped off his pants, lay her on the grass on the fringe of the green and entered her. In just moments, she was bucking her hips under him and her loins were racked with convulsions as she repeatedly reached orgasm. In just a few minutes Ken released his load inside her. Then he rolled on the grass and put her head on his shoulder, while they both caught their breath. As they lay there, they saw the other couple were on the grass fringe, as well. Hank was kneeling over Jim with her slit pressed down against his mouth while her mouth was moving up and down on his erect cock. Kathy saw that the two were close to cuming. Suddenly Hank's loins began to spasm and they could see her mouth sucking feverishly to drain her husband's balls. Lifting her head, Hank carefully licked off the last of Jim's cum, while he as carefully licked out her slit. "What was that action just now?" Kathy inquired acidly. "Are you too good for plain, old-fashioned fucking?" "Just look," Jim replied with a grin. Hank rolled off him and for the first time Kathy could see a small card dangling from Hank's pubic bush, apparently held in place with a bobby pin. Going closer, Kathy saw what it was and began to laugh uncontrollably, ending up rolling on the grass. Ken came over to see what had set his wife off, and he cracked up, too. There was a tiny card hanging over her slit with the international danger symbol and the words, "Off Limits — Unexploded mines!" Jim was laughing, too, and said, "That's Hank! Could my wife do anything as ordinary as just saying it was her dangerous time of month? You've got to be kidding!" Then Hank grinned and said, "I had it made awhile ago. I use it whenever I'm going to be drinking — last night, for instance — or when we're going to be with people who might set a dangerous example — like you two!" Then she grimaced and said, "God! I hate this time of the month." When Kathy asked about her period, Hank just grinned and replied, "That's not a problem. Usually, Jim never even knows the difference — I'm just a little wetter than usual. Since I always lick him off anyway, there's no difference at all." Kathy just shook her head at her friend's candor. Without saying a word, Kathy, who was still waiting to take her second putt on the green, picked up her putter and, while still naked, sank her two-foot putt for a birdie four. With the strokes the men had to give, even with Ken's eagle they lost the hole to their wives' net two. For her part, Kathy was having a great day. Although it had taken her a few holes to start to get the feel of her new clubs, now she was hitting with great length and accuracy. Moreover, her earlier experience of having to take easy swings to control her clubs now stood her in good stead on her approach shots. Close to the green she was utterly devastating. In addition, she had an almost uncanny ability to read greens. Although Hank coached her on her full-swing game, when she got in close to the green, Hank said absolutely nothing. When they closed out the round, Kathy had a 4-under-par 68 to beat Jim even on a gross-score basis, and they destroyed the men with their handicap added in. As they left the course, Hank whispered something to Jim who thought for an instant, then grinned and nodded vigorously. Although Kathy saw the exchange, she had no idea what it meant. After eating a fast lunch, Ken and Kathy returned to their room. Hank had been telling her about the nude beach and Kathy couldn't wait to try it. Entering the suite, they found the Trang sisters in a state of near-collapse. Marie explained that they had worked out on the machines as Kathy had instructed them, but now, in spite of having previously thought that they were in good physical condition, the two girls were utterly exhausted. In fact, they had just finished massaging each other's aching muscles. Kathy was merciless. She just told them to get off their asses, on their feet and get moving. Marie led them to the nude beach. While the normal swimming beaches at Kapalua were well-groomed and had beautiful sand, the nude beach had rocks both on and around the beach and in the water beyond. After spreading their towels, the girls spread sun protection on the Carlsons and then on each other. Kathy just lay back and looked out at the lovely beach and the beautiful water. Turning to Ken she asked, "Darling, are you happy?" Ken was about to fall asleep in the sun. He opened one eye, looked at his beautiful wife and said, "Darling, I don't think I have ever been happier. And honey, you have never been more beautiful. Never!" Kathy was a vision. In just one day her tan had darkened, her brown hair had lightened visibly — at least to Ken — and it seemed to be getting blonde streaks in it. Kathy just smiled warmly, wriggled on her towel and went to sleep. Later, when they awakened, they went into the water. With water temperature in the upper seventies and the Pacific shining a brilliant blue, Kathy reveled in it from the first instant she got in. Then Ken learned how good a swimmer his wife had become. She moved with all the power and grace of a porpoise in the water. Although Ken liked to think of himself as a powerful swimmer, he found it impossible to keep up with his wife, let alone catch her. He saw immediately that not only was she extraordinarily powerful, but her motions were incredibly smooth and flowing. The Trang sisters also appeared to be at home in the water. The foursome spent hours at the beach, with a great deal of the time spent in the water. The next days fell into the same pattern. Kathy would play tennis with Hank early in the morning, then the foursome of the Carlsons and the Conroys played eighteen holes of golf, alternating the courses between the Bay Course and the Village Course. The only point that puzzled Kathy at all was Hank's insistence, beginning on the third day, that they play from the men's white tees, too. When she asked, Hank explained that she was hitting the ball so well she needed the extra distance to work with. In fact, Kathy's golf became utterly spectacular as she routinely hit the ball about 250 yards off the tee, followed with incredibly accurate second shots whenever called for, and was deadly in close and on the greens. Her putting, coupled with a deadly-accurate short game, resulted in her averaging twenty-seven putts per round, or a putt-and-a-half per green. When she did not sink her first putt, inevitably she would miss high and very slightly long, leaving herself only a tap-in for her second putt. Also after the first few days, instead of going to the clubhouse or the hotel to eat lunch, they fell into the habit of going to the Conroys. There Kathy would make the lunch and use the opportunity to teach Hank how to cook. Kathy loved it because it gave her an opportunity to be with her namesake, little Kathy. One day the little girl asked Kathy if she and Ken ever made love the way her parents did. Kathy was working at the sink at the time, peeling vegetables. Ken stripped off her clothes, lifted her legs, and entered her from behind. While he was working in his wife's wet and slippery cunt, he asked, "You mean like this?" When the little girl, who was clapping her hands in glee, said yes, Ken suddenly stopped and said, "No, Kathy, I'm sorry. We never do." Kathy reminded him that if he wanted to continue living, he had better finish her off. Ken muttered something about just being his wife's sex object, and did. When they came together, Kathy collapsed over the sink, while Ken held her upright. When the two recovered, they both laughed when Kathy indicated to him that the vegetable — a carrot — was now nothing but a mass of strings in the sink. Kathy had continued to peel it right up to the moment of her climax. Although they were supposed to be out at Kapalua for three weeks, they learned that it was going to be nearly four. One day during the first week when Ali called, she admitted that — like Ginger — she wasn't very good with fractions, either. Since they arrived on a Tuesday, that week didn't even count. It was to be three weeks from the following Sunday. Hank made a suggestion during the second week that Kathy jumped on. She went to see Hank Wellington and asked if they could rent a sailboat for the following Saturday. Hank just grinned, remembering his instructions from Bill Clifford. The result was a bare-boat charter of a 42-foot yawl. On Saturday, the Conroys and the Carlsons, along with the Trang sisters met at the pier. All six of the Conroys were there. Hank Wellington had told Kathy, when she first asked, that the Trangs were superb sailors. The two girls got the boat underway and out of the boat basin. As soon as they were clear of the harbor everyone took off his clothes. By now, after ten days on the Islands, Kathy and Ken were both golden bronze. While Marie held the wheel, they moved quickly and easily on a quartering wind. The day was an Hawaiian classic without a cloud in the sky. Kathy looked at Samantha and just shook her head. "Ken, isn't she the most beautiful girl you have ever seen?" she asked. Sam's wavy golden blonde hair was just blowing in the breeze, while she was totally unconcerned about her nakedness. Kathy noted that even her pubic hair was as light and golden as the hair on her head, reflecting the amount of sun that the girl routinely soaked up. Jim and Hank were lying on the deck beside them, and Hank took the opportunity to work on the scars on Jim's upper thigh. It was clear to Kathy that the terrible wounds no longer bothered him, although the scars were vivid testimony to the seriousness of his wounds. When she finished oiling his skin, Hank proceeded to kiss his thigh, moving around towards his groin. It looked like fun to Kathy, so she did it to Ken. When Hank's mouth reached Jim's flaccid penis and then kissed it, Kathy said, "Henrietta, would you believe there are women who take a man's sex in their mouths?" "But that's impossible!" Hank exclaimed while taking Jim's sex into her mouth. Meanwhile Kathy did the same thing with Ken's. She removed her mouth and said, "It's true, Henrietta. It really is! Can you imagine a woman taking a man's penis all the way into her mouth?" As she said it, she had Ken's penis in her mouth and was sucking it into a massive erection. Soon, she had to shift positions as it's length outgrew her mouth and she needed to take him into her throat. "Well, I don't know for sure, but I have heard talk ... Would you believe that any women would do such a thing? I mean ... Really ... Even the cheapest whores..." Hank's mouth was working up and down on Jim's cock, now in a full erection. She stopped for a moment and said, "But Katherine, it's impossible ... I mean, a man's sex organ ... There's no way it could fit..." "You're right, Henrietta," Kathy replied, interrupting her work on Ken's now-rigid cock, "It would be utterly impossible to take a man's sex into one's mouth." "But, Katherine," Hank said, "I hear it even gets worse! There are prostitutes who are so depraved that they allow ... No! Encourage ... a man to ... to ... to do his thing in her mouth!" Kathy did not respond for a few moments as Ken finally came in her mouth. She rhythmically squeezed his balls and sucked as hard as she could to drain him dry. Then, with his cum dripping from her mouth she said aghast, "In her mouth! Henrietta, that ... that's utterly ridiculous!" Hank, in the meantime, was swallowing Jim's cum. When his spasms finally stopped, she licked off the tip of his now-receding erection and said, "Darling, isn't it ridiculous the stories one hears? I mean ... Really!" The two women howled with laughter as cum still dripped from their lips. "You two are too much," Samantha said. "Don't you ever get tired of sex?" After stretching sinuously, Kathy replied, "Samantha Conroy! Who are you thinking of? Surely you can't be thinking of your mother or me. Sex... ? Us... ?" By now they were well away from land. Celeste was at the wheel and turned the boat into the wind. The sails were dropped and the auxiliary engine was started. Celeste held the yawl into the wind while Marie, assisted by Sam and Tommy, dropped the sails and gathered them up. Then, carefully controlling the throttles, Celeste positioned them so that the boat essentially stood still in the water. It was the opportunity that the rest of the people had been waiting for. With whoops of joy they dove over the side into the beautifully warm Pacific water. Kathy and Hank were over the side in a flash. Although Hank thought of herself as a very strong swimmer, she was left behind in no time as Kathy just powered through the water. Still on board the boat, Ken looked at Jim and just winked. Then he went below and came back with two cold beers and said, "That looks too much like work." Jim just grinned and toasted Ken with his can. Even little Kathy was swimming over the side. Although she was only two years old, she was already as much at home in the water as she was on dry land. Her two brothers stayed with her while she swam alongside while Marie kept a sharp eye on her from aboard the boat. Meanwhile, Sam had gone out after her mother and Kathy. When she caught up — the two women had stopped and were just treading water — she looked at Kathy and asked, "Mrs. Carlson, isn't there anything that you aren't an expert at? I watched you going out and your power and smoothness in the water are unbelievable!" "Sam, please do me a big favor?" Kathy asked. "Please stop calling me Mrs. Carlson. How about Kathy?" Sam looked thoughtful for a few moments and slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry, ma'am," she replied, "But I cannot. In my lexicon, you are an angel or at least a saint. It just wouldn't be right." Then with a grin she said, "But I'll race you back to the boat!" The girl did a flip in the water and began to power back in the direction she had come. Kathy had just been idly treading water when the girl issued her challenge and then fled towards the boat, now over 200 yards away. She already had a twenty-yard head start before Kathy even reacted. Then she flipped and went after the younger girl while Hank just watched. Hank slowly shook her head. Although she knew that Samantha was an outstanding swimmer, going against Kathy she was just outclassed. With her incredibly smooth and powerful kick, coupled with her very powerful arm strokes, it appeared that Kathy gained about a yard with every stroke. Within fifty yards she had overtaken the younger girl and then just kept moving away. By the time Sam reached the boat, Kathy was already back on board with a beer and was lying on her back on the deck with her eyes closed allowing the sun to dry her body. When Sam came back onboard, Kathy was pretending to be asleep. Sam reached over the side with a bucket, filled it with seawater and poured it over Kathy's face. Sputtering and coughing, Kathy sat up with a jerk, then looked at Sam and just shook her head. Jumping up, she grabbed the girl, picked her up in her arms and carried her to the rail. What followed amazed everyone. She flipped Sam up in the air like a setter in a volleyball game, caught her with both hands high over her head and then heaved her over the side as far as she could. With her arms and legs flying in all directions as she went through the air, Sam landed with a huge splash almost twenty feet away from the boat. The girl surfaced, then slowly swam back towards the drifting boat. Kathy was waiting at the rail and asked Hank, "Should I let her back onboard?" Hank, who had just come aboard herself, replied, "I was going to urge you to leave her but I remembered she still owes me nearly fifteen bucks for some tank tops we bought last week ... And there's a prospective buyer that may go as high as twenty bucks ... As a matter of fact, I've heard that blonde, blue-eyed virgins are very much in demand in the Middle East — some sheiks will go as high as $100... cash! Kath, I think you should let her come back onboard." With a grin Kathy grabbed Sam's wrist and effortlessly lifted her from the water to the deck. This time when she caught her breath Sam came up to Kathy, leaned forward and softly kissed her full on the lips. Kathy, having the same instincts towards this girl that she did with Ken, recognized that the girl didn't want to be held so she kept her hands at her side and just worked her lips on the girl's. As she did, Kathy tasted the marvelous sweetness, innocence, and the purest love in her lips, while she could feel the girl's lips moving on hers in the same way. When they finally stopped, Sam breathed a deep sigh and said, "Lady Kathy, you are too much!" Then she took a step back and just looked at Kathy. Then she shook her head and said, "You are so much like my mom, and yet you're different. You never met me until just a couple of weeks ago, and yet from the very first I felt that you really loved me. You do, don't you?" "Yes, Sam," Kathy replied softly, "I certainly do love you. The reason is that you are such a wonderful person. You are certainly a great credit to yourself and to your parents. But yes, Sam, I love you very much." The girl slowly shook her head and said softly, "Thank you so much. I will take that as the ultimate compliment. You are such a perfect woman, I can't tell you how proud it makes me feel to think that I may be worthy of your love." With that, Kathy gathered the girl into her arms and held her tight. She could feel her tits mashing against the girls immature ones as she kissed her solidly on the lips. This time she could feel Sam's arms around her neck holding her tight and returning the kiss. When they separated this time, Samantha stood back, looked Kathy all over, and just shook her head. "You're incredibly powerful, aren't you? Although it happened so fast I'm not really sure, didn't you pick me up, fling me up in the air and then just hurl me with both hands like a volleyball player slamming the ball?" Kathy just shrugged as they returned to the fantail where Hank and the man were just watching. Kathy stretched out again and rested her head on Ken's belly. "Lady Kathy," Sam persisted, "how long did it take you to get in your present condition? My God! You must have started working out when you were five!" Kathy just nuzzled her head on Ken, then rolled over on her side so her cheek was resting on his belly. Then she began to chuckle and said, "The fact is, Sam, it took less than three months." Then she sat up on the deck and said, "Three months ago I was so weak I probably would have needed two hands to lift a paring knife. What do you think of my skin color?" Sam was completely taken aback. "Why ... Why it's gorgeous. You have the most terrific golden tan..." "A flattering description of my color then was 'peaches and cream without the peaches.' A more honest one — if less flattering — was 'yucky white library paste, '" Kathy interjected. "What do you think of my tits? I guess I like them ... primarily because I'm pretty sure that Ken does." The girl reached out her hand and touched her right breast and gently moved her fingers over its surface. Kathy said, "Don't be afraid to squeeze it. I'm really not very breakable." Sam did and realized how very firm it was. Then she replied, "It's so beautifully full and firm and perfectly shaped. In fact," she said with a warm smile, "It's even firmer than Mom's, and I didn't think that was possible." Then the girl's brow knitted in puzzlement and she inquired, "But why do you ask?" "Because at the same time, my tits were described as two mounds of whipped cream ... but not that firm." She grinned and added, "I did get a point for my nipples, though. They were described as little cherries on top." Kathy rolled on her back and closed her eyes. Then she said, "Sam, I have changed completely in just three months. Believe it or not, before that, when Ken was between my legs — and it was only on a Saturday night, by the way — I was concentrating on Saturday Night Live! You see, honey, when your mother spoke the other night about women buying a bill of goods, she was really talking about me ... although I certainly don't think she knew it." Kathy went on to describe how she had almost lost Ken: how he had come home ready to give her a divorce. "You see, the reason I would only allow Ken to take me on Saturday and why I watched television was to try to control myself. I wanted to respond and move my hips, but everyone knows a woman is just a depository for a man's fluids. I was afraid I couldn't control myself." She grinned and added, "And you know what? I was right ... I can't!" Then she wriggled her head on Ken's body and said, "In fact, I still had a virginal asshole the day I met you. Of course, my virginity disappeared later that night." Then she stretched and said with a grin, "Do you know what my ambition is now? It's to be able to go to the doctor and have either a vaginal or rectal examination by just opening my mouth and having him be able to see the light coming up from the bottom. I just want to be a series of slippery cavities for Ken to use to warm his cock. That's really the full extent of my ambition." In the meantime, Celeste had the boat underway on auxiliary power headed for a secluded cove with a beach whose only access was by water. When they arrived, she eased the boat in through a cut in the reef and then anchored in the still waters of the tiny lagoon. While the Carlsons and Conroys, except for little Kathy, swam into the beach, the Trangs lowered the dinghy and began to load it with provisions. Finally they rowed ashore with the little girl. Hank was watching the proceedings with interest from the beach. As soon as she got ashore, Kathy began to scoop out a pit in the sand, lined it with rocks and then filled it with dried driftwood. When the girls arrived, she started a fire and then went to play with little Kathy. Meanwhile, the men had gone exploring in the jungle along the perimeter of the beach. Because of all of his time in the jungles of Vietnam along with his extensive Ranger training, Ken gave the two Conroy boys a nature walk that left their eyes as wide as saucers. In just a few yards of walking, Ken pointed out dozens of elements of life that they otherwise never would have noticed. Ken couldn't resist teasing Jim. He said, "You see, guys, your father was a pilot. To those guys, one tree is pretty much like any other. They never think to look at what's under them." Jim just chuckled. He, too, was enjoying the nature tour. On the beach, Hank and Sam were watching as the two Kathys played in the sand. Again Hank noticed how Kathy could play with the little girl on her own terms. Although they couldn't hear what was being said, whatever it was, little Kathy found it to be great fun. She was constantly laughing, giggling, and beaming her lovely smile at her namesake. Periodically, Kathy would check on the progress of the fire. It was clear that she had something in mind. When she judged it ready, she began to prepare food which she wrapped in leaves from the jungle. While she was making her food preparations Hank came over and just stood beside her watching. When they were alone for a moment, Hank said softly, "Kath, you are going to be an all-galaxy mother! Sam and I were watching you playing with little Kathy and we noticed two things: First, whatever you were doing or saying, Kathy just loved it. She is a very happy child, of course, but I have seldom seen behavior like that: She was just ecstatic. Second, you seemed to be having a wonderful time, too. As I said the night of the dance, you have the very rare ability to play with her at her own level without in any sense being patronizing. Were you really enjoying it as much as you seemed to be?" Kathy looked at Hank and said thoughtfully, "Absolutely, Hank. You know, I'm sure that I'm madly in love with your little daughter — both daughters, as a matter of fact. But ... I guess it's being here in this secluded cove with everyone naked ... There's an innocence about everything..." Kathy finally just shook her head and called the people over for lunch. It turned out that she had prepared a miniature Hawaiian luau, just missing the suckling pig. In keeping with the surroundings, the girls even served the people on large leaves they picked in the surrounding jungle rather than on plates, and everyone used his fingers to eat rather than utensils. The secluded cove, coupled with their nudity, made it seem that they were castaways on a tropic island. Then they swam back to the anchored boat, hoisted the dinghy, and eased back out through the cut in the reef. When they returned to the harbor, it was with the greatest reluctance that the people put their clothes back on. ------- Chapter 21 On Wednesday morning of the following week, after her wake-up lovemaking with Ken, Kathy noticed a particularly wistful expression on Marie's face and she asked the girl about it. With a sad shake of her head Marie replied, "Lady Kathy, it is the way you make love with Sir Ken. It's ... It's so lovely. You give each other so much pleasure." "I hope that's true, Marie," Kathy responded, "But so what? Why does that make you look so wistful? Are you jealous or something?" The girls were genuinely shocked. "Good grief! Of course not. It's just ... just..." They couldn't finish their thought. "Just what?" Kathy demanded. "You two know damned well I hate mystery stories." "We can't cum!" Marie blurted out. Then she explained that it all went back to that terrible day in the town square. She told them in even more graphic detail what the beating was like and then finished by saying, "My Lady, something died inside us that day. We ... we so much want to marry and give birth to children. And yet ... yet ... what man would have us? We could give no more enjoyment to him than he could get by wrapping his cock in a piece of meat." Having confessed it, the two girls began to cry like their hearts would break. Kathy had an immediate thought. Over the weeks they had been on the island, Ken, who had always had a very sensitive touch where she was concerned, had become even more sensitive. Without saying a word to him, she said, "Girls, I will make you a little bet. The bet is this: Ken will have you both begging for release. If he does — if you both beg him to give you sexual release — you become our true slaves for the rest of our stay. If he does not, we become yours." With a wry grin she asked, "Fair?" The girls were so amazed they didn't believe what they had heard, so Kathy repeated it. When they decided she was serious, they accepted the challenge immediately. Kathy ordered them to kneel on each side of Ken facing him on the bed with their knees spread wide to give him access to their virginal slits. They instantly did as she asked. Marie didn't know what to expect. All she did know was that she and her sister had been essentially dead from the waist down ever since that terrible day. Although she had told Lady Kathy that she and Celeste had never taken Sir Ken because he was too big, the real reason was that they were certain that he would obtain no pleasure at all from trying to have sex with them. After all, if he had ripped them in two they would not have minded a bit — as long as he derived pleasure from using their bodies. It was this certainty that he would not and could not that had stopped them in the past. Now she could feel Sir Ken's fingers slowly playing over her body with particular attention to her tits. At least, she thought, with the exercise Lady Kathy has insisted we get, they're nice and firm now. Glancing down at her chest, she was surprised to see that her nipples were now fully engorged. It was only the second time it had happened; the first was the night of the cocktail party with the Conroys. While Sir Ken and Lady Kathy were talking about various personal things, Marie idly wondered what it was going to be like to have Sir Ken and Lady Kathy as their slaves. Curiously, the idea wasn't terribly attractive because of their lack of sexual response. There were many things that would have been fun, but they all required her sister and herself to be capable of at least a minimal sexual reaction. Then she realized that something very strange was happening. She discovered her eyes were closed as she just savored the feeling of Sir Ken's fingers exploring her body. His touch was so delicate — and he was only using his left hand on her — that it was like a feather lightly passing over her skin. He had been moving his hands all around her body concentrating on her breasts and her inner thighs. So far he had not even touched her slit. The next time his fingers came back to her nipples, Marie let out an involuntary scream — her tits were now so sensitive they hurt. Moreover, she both felt the same sensation coming from her twin and heard her scream at the same time. Now she realized that it was as if Ken were taking her up a mountainside. She kept going higher and higher... What is at the top? she wondered. She was just ... about ... there... Then Ken stopped. Her eyes opened and she just looked into Kathy's beautiful brown eyes and saw ... great love and ... sympathy! Sympathy? Marie wondered. Now she realized that she was breathing deeply to recover... Recover from what? she wondered. When she was semi-relaxed, Sir Ken began again. This time he took her up the mountain faster ... And stopped. Again, she caught her breath, and he started again. This time it was faster still. Now, she realized she was screaming — and so was Celeste. Now all her feeling was in her cunt. To her utter astonishment, she found her fingers at her labia. She was bent over backwards, and was spreading her labia wide and begging Sir Ken to play with her clit! Marie could not believe it! She jerked up straight when she heard Kathy say sternly, "Don't you dare touch your clits! Any touching will be done by Sir Ken. Understand?" Now tears were pouring from her eyes, but she nodded and said she understood. Now Marie realized that she was completely out of control. As many times as she had seen Lady Kathy and Sir Ken make love — as well as watching Hank and Jim on numerous occasions — neither Marie nor Celeste had any idea what it would feel like. Except, judging from the reactions of the participants, it must feel wonderful. Now, she was finding that it was very painful. She had long since lost track of how many times Sir Ken had taken her up ... and stopped. Finally, when he stopped yet again, her whole body was a mass of shattered nerve endings, screaming for some release. The girl screamed — and could hear her sister echo, "Sir Ken, please! Release me! Oh God! Please!" "I don't think you're sincere," Ken replied quietly. Then he thought for a moment and said, "I'll tell you what, though. Lady Kathy has not had a chance to shower after our lovemaking ... And, in fact, her cunt is still loaded with her juices and my spend. Marie, I want you to clean her out completely with your tongue. And while she's doing that, Celeste, I want you to give her a bath all over with your tongue. When Marie finishes, she can help you. If you do a very good job, we'll see about your release." Then he looked thoughtful and just shook his head saying, "Of course, we know you can't possibly cum, so I just don't know..." Hearing his words, Marie dove between Lady Kathy's legs and began to work on her slit with her tongue as if her life depended on it. Suddenly she realized that it did! He was killing her. No! she thought. He's making me destroy myself. When she began, she heard Ken say to use tongues only — no hands, which must be held behind the girl's backs. At the same time, she could see her sister beginning to lick Lady Kathy's forehead. Both girls were still crying so hard, their tears were dripping on Kathy's body, while at the same time, Ken continued to caress their bodies, again taking them up the great mountain. For the two girls it was utter agony. Ken didn't let up, so their tears were flowing in such quantities that they seemed to spend most of their time licking up their own salty tears. Somehow, Marie cleaned Kathy's cunt — she found the love juices tasted wonderful but she knew that from before. Then she started at the woman's feet and began to lick her way up one leg and then did the other. In the meantime, Celeste had licked off Kathy's face and had moved down to her hands and worked up her arms, even licking her armpits. Both girls were screaming incoherently when they began to work on Kathy's torso from opposite ends, finally ending with each licking off one of Kathy's tits. When she finally raised her head, Marie realized that she must look like a fright. When she glanced at Sir Ken, she was scared when she saw he was just shaking his head sadly. She asked him what the problem was and he replied that they couldn't leave Kathy's body wet. She must be carefully dried using their long hair as towels. Both girls dove back down and did as he asked. Finally Ken asked Kathy how she felt. "It was ... adequate," she replied. Then looking at Ken with a puzzled expression on her face she said, "But darling, there's something I don't understand: For some reason the twins seemed ... distracted. Yes! That's it! They both seemed to be distracted by something. Ken, whatever could it be, do you suppose?" He grinned and asked if the job the girls did was adequate enough to earn them release. In the meantime, Ken continued to play his fingers over their bodies. Yet he had never touched their cunts in all the time he had been working on them. Marie was utterly beside herself at this point. Suddenly she was struck with the realization that the torture in the square had been child's play compared to what she was now going through. She prostrated herself on the bed and begged, "Lady Kathy, please! Have mercy! Oh God, please." Then Ken shook his head and said, "I don't know ... Girls, are you really sure? I mean, you will be our abject slaves. Are you sure you can take it?" Then he shook his head and said, "Kath, I really don't think it's fair. I mean ... Slavery was abolished by the 13th amendment to the constitution..." When they heard his words, the two girls utterly came apart. It seemed that they would not get the release that they needed. Suddenly, Marie realized that the word was exact. The release was necessary for her very survival. She began to babble incoherently about selling them to a sheik ... Anything! With a small smile, Ken began to work on the two again. This time they just screamed with pain as he took them up the mountain. Suddenly, for the first time his fingers touched their clits. Instantly the girls had intense orgasms that were mutually reinforcing because of the girl's ability to feel intense sensations being felt by her twin. Now Ken used the same sensitivity that he had shown in bringing them to the edge of release time after time, to keep them in orgasm. The girls just wordlessly screamed as their loins were in constant spasm. Marie could take it no more and pitched forward face down on the bed, although her knees were still spread wide under her. She realized that her love juices — juices she didn't even know she had — were pouring in a steady stream from her cunt. Their orgasms went on and on and on. Finally, Kathy nodded at Ken and winked. He winked back and firmly pinched their two clits. The sensation was so utterly overwhelming, the two girls instantly fainted from a sensory overload. When Marie recovered consciousness, she was aware of the most remarkable feeling in her loins. Looking down, she saw Kathy feasting at her cunt. Raising her head, she looked over at Ken who was licking at Celeste's. Then the two quickly exchanged and finally agreed that the two girls tasted exactly the same. Kneeling up on the bed Kathy grinned at Ken and said, "Darling, isn't this wonderful! When was the last time you got to drink at a virgin cunt?" Ken just grinned back and shook his head. Seeing that the two girls were both awake, she said, "Slaves, I enjoyed the bath you gave me. On the other hand, it was Sir Ken who was doing all the work. As your first task, give him the same kind of bath you gave me ... But remember to dry off each section with your hair before going on to the next." The girls dragged themselves off the bed and began to work on Ken. Although he was much larger, it was so much easier now without the constant torment they had suffered while doing Kathy. At the end, it was Kathy who settled an argument between the twins ruling that Marie would clean Ken's cock while her sister would lick his balls. "Next time, you switch," she concluded. While Kathy and Ken took showers, the girls went back to their room and cleaned up also, after first ordering breakfast from room service. When the Carlsons came out to the sitting room, the table was set for them. They saw that the girls were wearing large white bows on the back of their heads and, of course, nothing else. Kathy noticed a huge change in the girls' attitude, as well. Their eyes were gleaming brightly and their smiles were vivid. For the first time, she realized, the girls appeared to be genuinely happy. Moreover, they even sang while they served them in the beautiful voices that the Carlson's had earlier discovered they had. Finally, while they were having their second cups of coffee, she ordered the girls to sit at the table. "You look ... genuinely happy this morning," Kathy commented. "Lady Kathy," Marie replied, "There is nothing more we can say. First, you saved us from death. Today, you restored us to life." Then she shook her head and asked, "Please, though, in the future, please be merciful: Just beat us with whips. That was the most excruciating torture I could imagine!" Then she looked thoughtful and added, "It was even worse, though. In a real way, Sir Ken made us torture ourselves." But then she smiled the brightest smile Kathy had ever seen on the girl — it lit up her face and the whole room as well. She realized that the girls were truly beautiful. Marie said, "Do you realize what Sir Ken did to us? He forced us down to the nether reaches of hell — I could not imagine a more horrible torture — but then in an instant raised us to the highest reaches of heaven! It was utterly glorious! But beyond that, the experience he created brought us back to life. It really did. Now, perhaps..." "Slaves, on your feet!" Kathy commanded. The girls jumped to their feet, startled by her tone of voice. Then she said, "Marie, come over here. Celeste, stand behind your sister." They did as they were asked. "Bend your head down to me," Kathy then said in a much softer tone of voice. When the girl did, Kathy melted her lips to the girl's. Although initially startled, Marie returned the kiss with all the love at her command — and that turned out to be a great deal. When Kathy eased away, she told Marie to thank Sir Ken by kissing him the same way, while Kathy repeated the kiss with her twin. Finally, they all concluded that it was already a very eventful day although it was not yet even nine o'clock. Kathy went into the bedroom and changed into a golf outfit. For some reason, Hank had stressed that she should try to look her best that morning. Ken put on Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt, then they left to meet Hank at the pro shop. When they arrived, there was all the paraphernalia of a major tournament all around. Kathy was standing looking puzzled when Hank came up and said, "Come on, turkey. You're going to be late for our tee time." Kathy looked at Ken who seemed to be taking it all in stride. She suspected that he knew a great deal more about what was going on than she did. They were going to play that day on the Village Course again. When they arrived on the tee, it turned out that they were in the regular pro-am tournament that precedes almost all professional golf tour events. It was only then that Kathy remembered seeing signs for the LPGA Kapalua Open, a major big-money event on the women's tour. Now that she realized that Jim Conroy was the host pro for the event, it was easy to see why he wasn't playing with them. Because it was also a practice round for the pros, as well as being a mini-tournament, the professional golfer in their group was playing off the men's white tees. Kathy was startled to find that she and Hank were, too. The pro was Judy Rankin who, Hank told her, was one of the top-ranked pros on the tour. Her eyes popped as she watched Ken's drive go off the tee like a rocket and land over 300 yards out. After Hank drove off — her usual 180 yards or so — Kathy stepped up to the tee. Her ball carried over 230 yards and provoked a quiet whistle from Rankin. The pro's own drive didn't travel nearly as far as Kathy's. For Rankin, the day turned into a humbling experience. Usually, in the pro-am it was all she could do to stay awake while her amateur playing partners looked for their balls all over the course. She had found that it was a rare amateur who could play close to his handicap in the setting of such a tournament. That day was very different. First, it was obvious that the Carlsons were very much in love. They were constantly teasing each other, but more importantly, touching each other. Judy recognized it as a shared physical need. Hank Conroy, who she had met on previous trips out to play in the event, behaved like she was Kathy's sister. Beyond that, though, the quality of golf was utterly spectacular. Judy knew that Hank was the Hawaiian women's amateur champion — she was very good. Ken Carlson was continuing to power the ball and in the intervening ten days or so had started to get some control of his short game. He was now playing in the low eighties. But Kathy Carlson was the amazing one. Rankin could not understand it. Obviously, she was an incredibly beautiful woman. But when she hit the ball — particularly from the tee — Judy thought she caught a glimpse of incredible muscles that seemed to bulge for in instant and then disappear. What she did know, though, was that Kathy Carlson was an incredibly talented golfer. The course had been manicured to tour conditions and the greens were lightning fast. Nevertheless, Kathy might as well have been playing on a miniature golf layout for all the problems the fast greens caused her. Rankin watched as she lined up a forty-foot putt. She took one look from behind her ball, took her stance and struck it firmly. The professional watched from behind in utter amazement as the ball followed an 'S' track, curving first to the right and then back to the left and finally dropped right into the center of the cup. For Kathy, it was another birdie. When they got to the long signature hole, it was Ken's turn to shine. He replicated what he had done the first time he played the course: A drive and a long iron put him on the green and he sank his putt for another eagle three. Kathy also repeated, putting her ball on the green in two, and two-putting for a bird. Rankin was on in three and barely saved par, holing out a fifteen-foot second putt. As they completed the round, Judy Rankin was shaking her head. Instead of giving pointers on golf, she was picking up some. What utterly baffled her, though, was Kathy's completely casual approach to the game. It was as if she was just playing a weekday round with friends. When they finished out, Kathy led the group with a 7-under-par 65. Judy Rankin shot a 71, while Hank had a 75 and Ken finished with a 78. After he made his putt on eighteen, Kathy launched herself into his arms and melted him with a kiss, completely ignoring the spectators who surrounded the green. When he asked what the occasion was, she replied it was to congratulate him on the very first time he ever broke 80. She was totally unconcerned about her own sub-par round. Hank disappeared to turn in their cards after first insisting that Kathy sign hers, while Judy and Kathy went on into the ladies locker room. When Kathy was naked, it was all Judy could do to control a whistle of appreciation. The woman's body was utterly perfect. As they padded towards the showers, they met the Trang sisters who were waiting for Kathy. Judy was surprised because first, the girls were also naked; second, they were absolutely identical in appearance; but third, even though they addressed Kathy as Mistress, their eyes lit up when they saw her. When they reached the exercise room, Kathy excused herself, saying that she was now at the point where she didn't feel right if she didn't work out for at least a short time each day. Because of the tantalizing glimpses of muscle Rankin thought she had seen, she asked to stay and watch. As a professional athlete, Rankin was familiar with exercise machines. Her eyes widened, therefore, when she saw the weight settings Kathy used. When she started to work out, Judy saw in the first instant that she had not been imagining things: The girl had the most incredible — yet invisible — muscle development she had ever seen on a woman. Suddenly the tremendous power she had demonstrated on the course made sense. After completing the workout, Judy was again surprised when the Trangs accompanied Kathy right into the shower and both worked on her, first scrubbing her body, and then shampooing her hair. When they finally emerged, Kathy asked if Judy would like a massage. She explained that the sisters were extremely good. Again there was a Bloody Mary waiting for Kathy. Judy declined but accepted a Coke while one of the girls worked on her. Once when Celeste turned, Judy got a glimpse of the scars on the girl's back. When she asked, Kathy explained who the sisters were and how they came to be scarred. By the time she finished the story, tears were running down Judy's cheeks. Just as the Trangs were finishing, Hank burst into the room and exclaimed, "Kathy, you did it!" "Did what?" Kathy asked, puzzled. "You just qualified for the LPGA Kapalua Open! That's why we played from the white tees. That's where you had to play from to qualify." She went on to tell Kathy to hustle. In addition, she had won the pro-am — when her score and the group's handicaps had all been put together, the Rankin group was the runaway team winner and Kathy won the individual title in a walk. Then Hank explained that, even though technically the real tournament was open, i.e., open to amateurs as well as touring professionals, in fact it had always been professional only — no amateur had ever even tried to qualify. Hank laughed as she told the others how she and Jim had, in effect, created the qualifying rules. She finished by saying, "The whole thing became moot, though, Kath! You had the best score out there today — by far!" Judy extended her hand in congratulations and added, "Welcome to the tournament, Kathy!" Then with a frown she asked, "You're not planning on turning pro right now, are you?" Kathy assured her she would not, then asked why the concern. Judy replied, "Kathy, it's nothing personal. I just need the money!" The girls all laughed and went out to the awards ceremony. There they picked up their trophies for the pro-am win. Then Jim Conroy came up to Kathy, picked her up off the ground, swung her around and then gave her a kiss that started as a peck but ended with a two-way flow of pure love. When he put her down, he continued to hold her and looked into her eyes. Then he just shook his head and murmured, "Out of the mouths of babes ... Kathy, you are beyond belief! After listening to my daughter, now I know what to look for and she's absolutely right: There is nothing in your eyes but warmth and the purest love and goodness..." Then he grinned and said, "You know what? This is fun. Maybe I'll even try it with Hank some time..." Ignoring his quip, Kathy said softly, "You'll see just much more of the same thing, along with an intensity of love and passion for you, James Conroy, that will melt you to the ground. Jim, I have never seen such a gorgeous woman as your wife. You're certainly very lucky to have her in your bed every night." Then her eyes turned serious and she said, "I have never heard anything more moving than Sam's story of Hank working on your leg." There were tears in the corners of her eyes as she said, "My God! I can still see it and feel it ... Jim, I'm certain she was feeling the same physical pain you were. Yet, at the same time, Hank was doing the one thing she feared most in the world: causing you pain." With her eyes now very large and staring into his she concluded, "I'm certain she would cheerfully have cut off her own leg if it could have spared you the pain of what she had to do." "You're right, of course," he replied. "And yet Hank instinctively knew that nothing less would have worked." He shook his head and said fervently, "God, I love that woman!" On Thursday morning after their lovemaking, Kathy, resting on Ken's chest, grinned down at him and said, "Darling, will you please take me one more time? In my ass? I really need it so!" Ken just nodded his head, pulled her head down, and kissed her. Again, there was the flow of electricity and love between them. When she recovered from his kiss, she scrambled off him and knelt on the bed with her ass in the air. Marie went after the oil to prepare her anal ring, but Kathy called her back insisting that she wanted Ken to take her dry. Although skeptical, he did as she asked. Surprisingly, he was able to enter her without causing her a great deal of pain. As soon as he penetrated, Celeste, claiming it was her turn, slid under Kathy's body to suck at her cunt. When she did, Kathy asked Ken to stop for a moment and insisted the girl align her body directly under her own. This exposed the girl's slit to Kathy who found it was a wonderful combination of sensations: Ken was fucking her ass and Celeste was eating her cunt while she was eating the girl's. Poor Marie felt left out. Then she did the only thing she could think to do. Ken was kneeling behind Kathy with his hands exploring her beautiful body. Marie, using her new strength and agility, climbed on Kathy's back so that she was lying on it back-to-back. Then she raised her legs and wrapped them around Ken's neck bringing her cunt up to his face. When he began to eat her cunt, she said softly, "Sir Ken, I know you are a tit man. I have a pair of very firm virginal tits for you to pinch and squeeze. Please?" It turned into the strangest but most passionate round of lovemaking ever. Kathy felt like she was the meat in a sandwich with Celeste beneath her and Marie lying on her back. Curiously, even the movement of Marie's back on hers added to her enjoyment. When they all reached their climaxes together, poor Celeste was nearly crushed as all of the others collapsed on top of her. When they finally untangled, Kathy was delighted to see a wonderful new look of joy on the twins' faces. They ended with an exchange of kisses which for Kathy tasted strange as she and Celeste exchanged each other's love juices which were still in their mouths. The evening before, Hank had told her to meet her at the practice tee at ten o'clock. When she arrived, Kathy was surprised to find Hank wearing white coveralls. She said it was the standard caddie uniform, so what else should she wear? Although Kathy protested, Hank just dismissed her arguments pointing out with a grin that Kathy still scarcely knew the difference between a driver and a putter. Kathy stuck out her tongue and said, "I do, too, smarty." Then she frowned and added, "It's the other clubs that confuse me." After warming up on the practice tee, they went to the putting green and then out to the Village Course where the first round of the tournament was being played. Kathy had created a problem for the tournament organizers for two reasons: First, although nominally an open tournament, in practice it had been for professionals only; as a result there was no established method for seeding amateurs into the starting field. But her qualifying score had been the best round of the day. The result was that she was paired with the two top-seeded pros in the last group off the tee at eleven o'clock. The tournament itself was funny. First, Kathy protested about Hank carrying her heavy bag but all the woman did was repeat what she had said on the first day they met: She would have happily carried Kathy herself around the course in her arms because of all she had done for Jim. Moreover, Hank with her quips and little jokes kept Kathy very loose — she really had no sense of being in a tournament and hence no sense of being under any pressure. Kathy found she was having a lot of fun as they walked around the course. It came as a big surprise to her — but to no one else — that she had a first-round score of 67 to lead the tournament by two strokes. One tournament high point came on the third day — Saturday. Play was significantly slower because, although the field had been cut to thirty-six players after the second round, the last two rounds were being televised. Saturday's round was also being played on the Village Course. That day the TV cameras caught Kathy achieving one of the rarest scores in golf: a double-eagle. It occurred on the signature hole, 525 yards. Hank had been teasing her so when she was going up to the tee this time, she said, "Kathy, will you kindly quit screwing around and really hit the damned ball!" By now her special clubs were very familiar in her hands and she really felt comfortable addressing the ball. This time she really came around fast and unleashed her full power. She heard a loud gasp from both her opponents and from the gallery which was now quite large. The ball maintained a low trajectory and then, with the small draw she had on it, landed and rolled. The drive was estimated to carry over 300 yards. Her playing partners were far shorter and had already hit their second shots when Kathy finally reached her ball. Hank estimated that the opponents still had to hit good mid-iron shots to reach the green in three. Hank looked at the ball and its position on the fairway. She realized that Kathy had a perfect shot straight in to the green and even had the fairway and then a runway open straight to the flag. Taking out the 3-wood, she gave it to Kathy and said, "Okay, do your thing. Similar to what you did on the tee but not quite as hard." Kathy nodded, addressed the ball, swung and connected perfectly. The ball took off from the grass, landed on the approach alley to the green and continued to roll straight for the pin. Even though they were almost 225 yards away, they could see the ball clearly as it ran across the green, hit the flag-stick and dropped into the hole for a two, three under par: a double-eagle. The gallery exploded with cheers and Ken came racing, jumping over the gallery ropes to pick her up and give her a kiss. "Darling, that was spectacular!" he exclaimed. Then he pouted and said, "But this is my hole, not yours." "But darling," she explained, "this is a women's tournament. Since you can't play ... I mean ... Shouldn't we at least try to keep it in the family?" Ken just laughed and kissed her again. On Sunday, the television network, ABC, was ecstatic — but puzzled. Overnight ratings on Saturday's broadcast had been the best ever for a women's golf event in spite of the fact that the outcome wasn't in doubt. Kathy had gone into Saturday's round with a six-stroke lead and finished leading by ten. She was just running away with it. On the other hand, the tournament had received a big play in the press and by word-of-mouth among golfers, all talking about the incredible amateur. The double-eagle shots — which had been widely rebroadcast — certainly hadn't hurt, either. The result was the network expected even higher ratings on Sunday and had flown its top golf announcing team out to Maui to cover the final round with instructions to give this incredible amateur all the air time they could. The gallery, too, had grown, so the final round — played on the Bay Course — had the largest gallery for a tournament in the history of the state. In the final round, Kathy's high point occurred on the short par-3 sixth hole over the ocean. Kathy had come to think of it as her personal hole: She loved it and almost always birdied it, usually leaving only a tap-in putt to make the birdie. On Sunday, Hank just gave her a club, winked but said nothing. Kathy took her club, but before she addressed the ball, she looked around and softly whistled. Spectators were crowded around into every available space. She had never seen such a crowd in her life. Nevertheless, she addressed her ball and swung. The club really felt good in her hands as it contacted the ball. After completing her follow-through, she looked up and saw the ball in its high trajectory just starting to fall. This time it landed two feet behind the pin but with its backspin rolled towards the pin, hit it flush and dropped into the cup. There was an explosion of sound from the gallery and Hank ran up, grabbed her and gave her a big kiss telling her how spectacular her shot was. By the time the round was over, Kathy had shot another 65 to add five more strokes to her lead, winning the tournament by an incredible fifteen strokes ahead of the second finisher — and top professional — Judy Rankin. After holing out her last putt, Hank took her in her arms and kissed her hard. When she moved back, Kathy winked at her. Although she wore caddie's coveralls for the first round, on each successive day Hank wore less. For the final round all she wore were white tennis shorts and a white tank top. The TV cameramen and producers had a field day concentrating their shots whenever possible on the beautiful twosome. Ken tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned, he lifted her off the ground and melted her with the most passionate kiss she could ever remember. At the awards ceremony Kathy was presented with the winner's trophy and then Judy Rankin was presented with a check for the winner's share, $250,000. As the group began to break up, Kathy heard a voice from behind her say, "What's wrong with you, turkey? That's more money than you make for me in three weeks!" Spinning around she saw Ali Clifford standing there grinning. With a yelp she leaped into the woman's arms and gave her a loving kiss. When they separated, Ali held her by the arms at arms length and just looked at her while slowly shaking her head. "I think I'm going to ask for my money back," she murmured. When Kathy looked puzzled, Ali said with a grin, "Kath, it's what Ginger said to me when Bill and I returned from our honeymoon. Lady, you are utterly exquisite." She shook her head slowly and complained, "Why couldn't I have interesting brown hair, do you suppose?" Again Kathy looked puzzled while Ali shook her head with a disgusted look on her face. "Don't you ever look in a mirror, turkey? I have never seen such glorious hair with colors ranging from light brown through gold to almost white." Then with her sunshine smile, she said, "Kathy, you're gorgeous!" Then turning to Ken she asked, "And this must be your husband, Ken?" When Kathy nodded, realizing for the first time that Ken had not yet met any of the people from Clifford & Jamison, Ali stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, Ken! I'm Ali Clifford and I'm delighted—" "You're Ali McGrath!" Ken exclaimed. "My God! Kathy works ... for you? I saw you in Vietnam one time ... The things you did to inspire the men... all the men..." Suddenly Ali's face dropped and in a low, almost worshipful voice she murmured, "Carlson's Rangers ... Oh. My. God..." With that she just dissolved into tears. Kathy was stunned as Ali turned, and came into her arms crying her eyes out. Not knowing what to do, Kathy caressed Ali's golden hair and made soothing sounds which, for some unknown reason, just seemed to upset the woman more. Kathy felt hurt when Ali fought her way out of Kathy's arms, dropped to her knees on the ground, wrapped her hands around her head and just wept uncontrollably. Kathy and Ken looked at each other in stunned amazement. Finally, when her weeping slowed and she began to regain some semblance of control, Ali just slowly shook her head and said, "I'm so sorry ... I just didn't know..." Finally she raised her head, and while still on her knees looked up at Kathy and asked, "Can you find it in your heart ever to forgive me? My God! What I did to you ... Just to have my god-damned little joke ... When, in the name of God, Clifford are you going to learn ... Of all the people to torture mentally..." Kathy couldn't take it any longer. Regardless of Ali's apparent desires, she dropped to her knees and took Ali in her arms, using her power to overcome the woman's resistance. "Now would you kindly knock off this shit, turkey? What are you talking about, anyway?" Then she forced Ali's lips to hers and began to kiss her, working her lips on hers while willing her love to be communicated. It was. Finally Ali stopped struggling and just looked into Kathy's eyes. Again she shook her head and murmured, "Wow!" Shaking her head again she said, "Kathy, you are the most incredibly loving person God ever created. But why are you doing this to me after all I've done to you?" "To me?" Kathy exclaimed. "For me is a lot more like it. My God, Ali, you gave us the most magnificent honeymoon..." "After torturing you unmercifully first," Ali interjected. "And that was after the most superhuman weekend and series of events imaginable." Now Ali slowly got to her feet, went to Ken, and, to his surprise, kissed him with all the love she could communicate. Then she said, "You're the one who almost won it for us over there ... By yourself..." Then her face fell again and she murmured, "Kathy-grams. It's coming back to me now..." Again she dissolved into tears but this time she ran to Kathy's arms. Ali was amazed at Kathy's reception. Now Kathy understood what Ali was referring to and was angry. In a low but intense tone of voice she said, "Now look, turkey! This has gone far enough. We both know that three months ago I was the sorriest excuse for a wife on two feet. You saved Ginger and she saved me!" Grabbing Ali around her upper arms she shook the older woman and demanded, "Look at me! Do you realize that I came within one day of losing my husband? Do you!?" she quietly screamed. Ali was forcibly jerked back to the present. Kathy continued, "Want to know something else? Deep down I was hoping that Kapalua was a torture camp or something. Want to know why? Because, Allison Clifford, with Ken by my side I was going to thrive! Couldn't survive three weeks? The hell we couldn't! Now, today: Why in hell do you think I won this thing? It was to make Ken feel better, is why. With his love — and I honestly believe he really does love me — there's absolutely nothing I can't do!" Shaking Ali like a rag doll she said, "Now, damn it, turkey! Shape up!" When Kathy released her, Ali recoiled in shock. Just then Kathy heard quiet applause behind her. Turning, she saw a man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties but with premature greying at the temples. He looked at her and said softly, "Bravo! It's about time someone told her off." Then with a smile, he took Kathy into his arms and proceeded to kiss her thoroughly. As he did, she felt love flowing to her and she returned the kiss in the same way. When the two finally separated, both were shaken. The man was the first to recover. He murmured, "Wow!" and then said, "Hi, Kathy. I'm Bill Clifford, referred to by some as Ali's husband." He studied Kathy carefully and shook his head again saying, "Ali said you were a beautiful girl, but that's like saying that the Matterhorn is big. It's true, but so ridiculously understated." After introducing himself to Ken, the foursome walked back towards the hotel. Kathy asked Ali what brought her out to the Islands and was told it was her performance in the golf tournament and another business matter. She whispered an explanation into Kathy's ear. When she was finished, Kathy clapped her hands in glee and promised to ensure the girls would be dressed and ready. ------- Chapter 22 That evening, after having cocktails in their room, Kathy and Ken went into their bedroom to change. She slipped into the same white dress she had worn a couple of weeks earlier, then went to the closet, took out two dresses on hangers and went to the girls' room. When she entered, she found the Trang sisters only wearing their bikinis as they were about to slip on their uniforms. Kathy vetoed the idea and laid out the two dresses she had brought into the room with her. They were light-blue silk with chiffon skirts like the one she was wearing. Although the dresses had full backs to cover the girl's scars, the neckline plunged down to their navels. The girls didn't know what to make of it, but slipped them on anyway. When they did, Kathy realized that the girls were innately very modest in spite of their behavior with Ken and herself. She assured them that their tits were now more than large enough and firm enough to keep the tops in place. After they were reassured, Kathy spent time carefully brushing their dark wavy hair. Then, insisting that they sit still, she very carefully applied lipstick and then put a white carnation behind Marie's ear and a red one behind Celeste's. The girls were puzzled, but all Kathy would do was grin and say it was essential that they look as pretty as they could; with a grin she added that the different colored flowers were to enable her to tell the girls apart. At dinner that night, Jerry Smith and The Swing Band were again present and playing. On this occasion Ali and Bill Clifford had joined the Carlsons and Conroys at the same table they had before: at the edge of the dance floor immediately in front of the bandstand. Kathy spent much of the time at dinner teasing the other two women about being twins. They were the same height and weight, similar in age, and both were blue-eyed, golden-haired blondes. After dinner, Ali excused herself and went up to the bandstand where she introduced herself to Jerry and asked if she could make an announcement. He winked and called for a fanfare. When he had the people's attention, he introduced himself and the band. Then he said, "Tonight, we have a rare privilege: As those of you who were here with us a couple of weeks ago know, we again have with us Ken and Kathy Carlson who are honeymooning here at Kapalua. I told you that night how Ken saved my life in Vietnam. Well, as I also told you, after being wounded I was evacuated back to the hospital at Clark Air Force Base in the Philippines. It was at Clark that I met the person who is with us here tonight. "Vietnam was not a very popular war in Hollywood. There were some obvious exceptions — Bob Hope, for example. But a number of the names — Jane Fonda comes to mind — were spending their time in Hanoi. There was one notable exception, though, and her name is Ali McGrath. Frankly, many of us thought she was spending more time with the troops in Vietnam than she was in Hollywood — maybe that's part of the reason why her movie career cratered." While he was talking, Jerry took his wallet out of his pants pocket and then withdrew a small slip of paper that was worn at the edges and discolored — obviously he had carried it with him for years. He continued, "You see, I was in the hospital when a Hollywood celebrity came through to see us. Now ordinarily, the only people the patients see — particularly those who are confined to bed — are the press flacks. The celebrity doesn't want to get his or her hands dirty and normally puts in an appearance in the auditorium or somewhere for the benefit of the staff and the few people who can move around. "Well, not this woman. You see, the celebrity was Ali McGrath." Unfolding the paper he said, "She gave me this when she visited me in bed that day. It says, 'To Lieutenant Jerry Smith with all my love and best wishes for a full and speedy recovery. My prayers are with you.' It is signed Ali McGrath." Tears were running down Jerry's cheeks as he continued, "This paper is tear-stained. Why? Because of what she had done just before coming in to see me. A young kid — only nineteen years old — was dying. Do you know what this woman did? I have this from the eyewitness testimony of a nurse who was in the room with them at the time. She stripped off her clothes and got in bed with this dying boy. Then she took his hand and placed it on her breast while she just held him, crooned to him and kissed him." Now the tears were interfering with Jerry's effort to speak but he went on anyway. "That boy died in her arms. The nurse said what happened afterward was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. This young woman tenderly closed his eyes, kissed him, and then prayed over his body for the repose of his soul. And you know what else?" Jerry asked rhetorically. "When that boy died, the nurse said he had the most beautiful smile on his face she had ever seen. Why? Because he was already in Heaven! He had Ali McGrath naked in bed with him, loving him." Jerry shook his head and tried valiantly to clear his throat. Then he said, "All I can say about Ali McGrath is that if she were to go straight to hell, there would not have been a single American trooper in Vietnam who wouldn't go with her and feel honored at being able to keep her company." Then Jerry looked at Ali, shook his head and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is an incredible honor and privilege for me to introduce Allison McGrath Clifford." Shaking his head again he concluded, "There's only one thing I don't understand: How can she look younger today than she did years ago out there? I don't know, but I assure you, she does. Ali?" Ali's eyes were wet with tears when she took the mike, looked at Jerry reproachfully, and said, "Thank you very much, Jerry. But I really wish you hadn't mentioned that poor boy—" Speaking into another mike, Jerry interrupted by saying, "Ali, I say again, you put that boy in heaven on earth: You were naked and in his arms. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard of." Then he smiled warmly and said, "Maybe that's the answer to my question: There are enough saints in heaven who are blessing the name, Ali McGrath, and praying to God for you that it has made you younger." He looked at her and said, "Ali, I'm sure that's what's happening. Honest." Then he added, "That last comment is also typical of Ali McGrath. You see, the Ali stories circulated by word-of-mouth among all the troopers. It seems that Ali spent almost as much time keeping her activities a secret as she spent with the men." Then he looked out at the crowd and said, "I hope it's clear to you by now how much that scrap of paper meant to me ... and still means. All I will say is that if Ali asked me for anything, my answer is an automatic yes, regardless of what the request might be. And that includes giving her my life!" Ali just shook her head and said, "Good evening, and thank you, Jerry." Then she smiled her sunshine smile at him and said, "You sure look better today than you did the last time I saw you. Between a bandaged shoulder and a leg that looked like the doctors had been using an earthmover to excavate, you didn't look too great." Then she hopped up on the bandstand, took him in her arms and sweetly kissed him full on the lips. When she hopped down again, Jerry was shaking his head in amazement and said, "Now I would have said that what you all just heard was flat-out impossible. You see, she has it exactly right in describing how I looked that day. Now I want you to remember that when she saw me, she was still crying over the boy who had just died in her arms. Nevertheless — and in spite of the thousands of men she visited — she really remembered me. And that was many years ago, besides." With a brilliant smile he finished, "Now I guess you see why we love her so. Anyway ... Ali?" She smiled at him and winked, then speaking into the cordless mike she said, "I'm here tonight wearing a different hat. You see, among my other jobs, I am the managing trustee of the William Harrison Clifford Foundation, and tonight I'm here in that capacity." Looking around the room she said, "Would Marie and Celeste Trang please come up to the stage?" The two sisters didn't know what was happening but they came up to the stage from where they had been standing in the back corner of the room. As they came forward, a man wearing judicial robes also approached the microphone from the side. When the girls were standing in front of Ali, she asked, "Marie and Celeste, I have heard that you very much want to become American citizens. Is that true?" The girls were utterly shocked and could only nod in unison. Then Ali said, "Girls, it is my honor to present Judge Thomas Driscoll, a justice of the United States 9th Circuit Court of Appeals. Judge Driscoll?" The judge looked at the two girls and smiled warmly. Then he said, "Marie and Celeste Trang, would you please raise your right hands." The girls did and the judge administered the citizenship oath of allegiance. The girls were dumbstruck but were able to correctly respond. When they finished taking the oath, he took out a pen, signed the two naturalization certificates, gave them to the girls and departed. The girls were so amazed, they were rooted to the spot unable to move. Then Ali said, "Girls, it has come to my attention that you are saving all your money in hopes that you may be able to save enough to be able to attend law school. Is that correct?" All the girls could do was to nod in unison. Ali smiled her sunshine smile and said, "Wonderful! It is now my great honor to award you both William Harrison Clifford Fellowships. The fellowships pay for tuition, fees, expenses, room, board and incidentals for your three years of law school. You have been admitted as first-year students at University of Southern California Law School in the class convening in just three weeks. Congratulations! It couldn't happen to two more deserving people!" With that Ali jumped down from the stage and kissed each of the girls in turn, then returned to the table and sat down. The girls were left standing at the bandstand. Marie and Celeste looked at each other, then asked Jerry for a microphone. Marie acted as the spokeswoman for the pair. "We don't know what to say. You see, two dreams of ours have just come true. First, we are now citizens of the United States. Second, we will be going to law school in just a couple of weeks." Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she continued, "You see, Mrs. Clifford is right. We have been saving all our money for school. Frankly, we never even hoped we could go to a school like USC. It seems that the tuition increases every year just about equal the money we saved in the same period of time. We were losing, in effect. Now suddenly, our dream has come true. "The first thing we must do is to thank Kenneth and Katherine Carlson. You see, as many of you heard a couple of weeks ago, Mr. Carlson saved us from death in Vietnam. Just a short time ago they restored us to life. Now Mrs. Clifford has made a dream of ours come true." With a grin she looked at Ali and said, "Mrs. Clifford, Mrs. Carlson has told us so much about your law firm, Clifford & Jamison. For that reason I intend to specialize in tax law while Celeste specializes in corporate law. We have been told that your firm does not have specialists in either area. Moreover, it is our intention to be at the very top of our class so you will seriously consider our applications for employment in your firm." Before she could say anything further, Ali was out of her chair and running back to the stage. Taking the microphone she said, "Marie, nothing could possibly make me happier or more proud than to have you and your sister join our firm. Consider yourselves to have standing offers of employment." Marie just shook her head and said, "For those of you who do not know it, Mrs. Clifford is also the managing partner of the law firm of Clifford & Jamison, considered by most to be the finest law firm on the Pacific coast." Then with a grin she added, "And it's all women, by the way." She whispered something to Jerry Smith who quickly nodded, then she nodded to Celeste and said, "I can't tell you how pleased and proud we are right now. We are now Americans! If you don't mind, we would like to sing a song for you. It was written by another immigrant to the United States who made good as a song writer. Although it is not his real name, he is best known by his pen name, Irving Berlin." With that she and Celeste began to sing God Bless America. It was the most beautiful and fervent rendition anyone present had ever heard. It rang out as a prayer from the two young women. When they concluded, there was silence for a few moments and then intense cheering. When the applause died down Marie continued, "Many years ago, a great American, Abraham Lincoln, said, 'A house divided against itself cannot stand.' Further, he said in reference to our country at that time, 'We cannot long continue half slave and half free.' A great war was fought as a result — more American lives were lost than in any other in our nation's history. The result? The nation was no longer divided: It was entirely free. With your permission, Celeste and I would like to sing a song from that period with the prayer that Vietnam, our native country, will also soon be free..." With that, the two girls began to sing a capella, "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord..." Although the band had no music for The Battle Hymn of the Republic, they were individually very gifted musicians. At first the drummer came in with a quiet snare drum roll under the girls. Then a quiet trumpet joined in. When they reached the first chorus, Jerry said softly into his mike, "Please all join in on the chorus." By this time all of the people present were on their feet and singing, "Glory, glory, hallelujah..." and yet in spite of the hundreds of people singing, the girls crystal-clear soprano voices were soaring over everyone. When they reached the last verse, there was almost total silence as the girls sang, "As He died to make men holy, let us fight to make men free ... His truth is marching on!" By this time the entire band was into it. There was a blare of trumpets and a roll of drums as they swung into the chorus with the entire room singing, "Glory, glory, hallelujah..." When the song ended there was silence for long moments and then another thunderous burst of applause and cheering. When it finally died down, Marie said, "We would like to sing one more song, if we may. This we dedicate to our saviors, Katherine and Kenneth Carlson. It is a song usually associated with Thanksgiving. Well, tonight is our night of thanksgiving, and particularly we must give thanks to them." With that the two girls sang, "We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing. We hasten and chasten his will to make known..." When the girls finished, there was just another stunned silence as the people soaked up the beautiful, heartfelt song they had just heard. As they remained in silence, Ken quickly got to his feet and went to the stage. He kissed the two girls lovingly and took the microphone from them before they fled back to the corner of the room. He said, "A short time ago you heard from Jerry who met Ali McGrath at Clark. I also saw her in Vietnam. I'll never forget it. You see, normally the Stateside entertainers could only handle good weather — and that's assuming they could find their way out of Saigon. Not many did. Well, one day we heard that Ali McGrath was going to be at a particular forward base that was never visited by entertainers. When we heard she was coming, we had less than one day to cover over thirty miles through the jungle to be there but for my men, with the incentive of seeing Ali McGrath in person, thirty miles was a piece of cake. "Unfortunately, when we arrived at the base, it was raining. And it just rained harder and harder and harder ... I was sure that the evening was going to be a washout — our forced march was turning into a waste of time and energy. "Then this beautiful blonde girl appears. There was no band, no supporting entertainers, no MC ... No nothing! The rest of the troupe — if there was a troupe — stayed inside somewhere where it was dry. But she comes out carrying a cordless mike and wearing a poncho. Do you know what she does next? She strips it off. All she's wearing is a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt which is almost instantly soaked. She's walking in the deep mud barefooted. Do you know what she does? She jokes about entering a wet-T-shirt contest and says she could normally never make the grade because she's so flat-chested, but since she was the only female for miles, maybe she could win one that night. "It's Ali McGrath, of course. What does she do? She stays there for three solid hours in the pouring rain. I'll never forget her jokes about her hair. Of course, although her hair was soaking wet and plastered to her head, all it did was to show its natural wave even more. The show? There was no show. All she did was to go around with the portable mike and talk to GIs." Ken shook his head and said, "A short time ago, Jerry said that the guys over there would follow Ali McGrath to hell. He sure got that one right! And he was also right when he said they would consider it a rare privilege to be able to keep her company!" Then Ken grinned and said, "Would you believe it? I only found out this afternoon that my wife works for this woman. She really does. At any rate, I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate my wife on her brilliant victory in the tournament today." Looking at Kathy he said, "Honey, please come up and take a bow." Kathy came up and at the same time Hank Wellington joined them at the microphone. He announced that the resort — along with Lloyd's of London — was presenting Kathy with a silver tea and coffee service. He went on to explain that the reason Lloyd's was participating in the gift was that they insured Chrysler Corporation which, in turn, had a standing award of one million dollars to anyone who shot a hole-in-one on-camera in a televised golf tournament. Of course, Kathy had won, but, as an amateur, could not accept the money. At this point Ali yelled out, "Why, in hell, not!?" Hank grinned as the audience broke up in laughter. Then he kissed Kathy and disappeared. Before Ken and Kathy could move, Samantha and Tommy Conroy came up carrying a very large light-blue box: the trademarked packaging of Tiffany & Company. Sam was the spokeswoman for the twosome and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Carlson, we have a gift for you. It is from Tommy and me. Please open it." With that she gave them the box. Kathy untied the ribbon and opened the box while Ken held it. She gasped when she saw what was inside. Reaching into the box, Kathy removed a large, very heavy sterling silver tray. On it were engraved the words, 'To Katherine and Kenneth Carlson: By saving our father's life, you saved our mother's, too. This saved our family and permitted us to grow in a household of love and goodness. This tray comes with the eternal gratitude and love of Samantha and Thomas Conroy'. Kathy read the words aloud, then gave the tray to Ken and took Sam in her arms. Kissing her with all the love she could she whispered, "But why, Sam? Darling, Ken and I love you so much ... But it's so unnecessary! And where did you two get the money? This tray cost a fortune!" Tears were at the corners of the girl's eyes as she said, "Because, Mrs. Carlson, of what it says: Without you, there would be nothing at all..." Then she lifted her chin and said, "Besides, it's only money. What is that worth against what you permitted us to have?" Kathy then kissed Tommy in the same way. As she did, she could see Hank crying on Jim's shoulder. Before Kathy could do anything else, Judy Rankin appeared and took the microphone from Ken. She said, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Judy Rankin. I'm here tonight in another capacity: as president of the LPGA — the Lady Professional Golfers Association. You see, late this afternoon we had a meeting of our board of directors. Fortunately, we had a quorum of the board out here playing in the tournament. At the meeting we talked about what has happened over the last four days. "What's happened? A gorgeous girl — an amateur — comes out of nowhere and wins the tournament in a walk. However, as the highest-finishing professional, I won the winner's purse, $250,000. That's what we talked about," she said with a smile, "How could I possibly walk around with my head up when I had been beaten by fifteen strokes! And I was. The answer? It's simple. We all move down one place on the money list. I take second-place money and on down the line. But then what would happen to the winner's purse? That's simple. It will go to establish the Katherine Carlson Kapalua Foundation, Kathy Carlson, managing trustee." She grinned and added, "We tried to add a condition but our attorney said we really couldn't condition a gift the way we wanted to. You see, we wanted Kathy's promise not to turn professional for at least five years." Then the girl shook her head and said, "You know something? If Kathy Carlson turned pro, it would destroy our tour. Why? Because she's so damned good, she would just win every tournament in a walk. What would get the fans to come out... ? Aside from being able to see her incredible beauty in the flesh, of course." Again she shook her head and said, "You know, it just isn't fair! Here we are out there killing ourselves while these two — Kathy Carlson and Hank Conroy — are just out there laughing, joking, and having a fine time." Pouting, Judy said, "They just don't take the game seriously. Now really! You've seen enough golf tournaments on television. You see a golfer — male or female — spend hours — at least it sometimes seems that long — lining up a putt from three different directions, feeling the grass, and all that garbage. "Kathy? You've got to be kidding! Take the last putt of the round today. First, she came closer to blowing an approach shot on eighteen than she did in the whole tournament. What do I mean by 'blowing'? Instead of being dead on the pin the way all her other approaches were, she sort of pushes it and leaves it on the green a full sixty feet away." Judy just shook her head sadly and continued, "Now for a mere human, that would have been a brilliant approach ... I mean, it was from 170 yards out with a vicious crosswind blowing..." She looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. "Well, maybe it wasn't really terrible ... Anyhow, what does Kathy do? She takes her putter while she's still laughing at something Hank had said. She's still giggling as she glances at the pin, steps up to her ball and strokes it. The damned ball runs like it had eyes and dropped right in the heart of the cup." Judy glared around the room and said, "And would you believe it? This bitch was still giggling when she stroked the ball. Now how in hell can we persuade people how tough the game is, and therefore how good we are, if Kathy can drop a sixty-foot putt while she's still giggling?" Looking disgusted, she added, "How unprofessional!" Then the tenor of her speech suddenly changed. From joking, Judy turned serious. Looking out at the audience, tears appeared in Judy's eyes as she said, "I have it on good authority that the beautiful tray the Conroy children just presented to Kathy and Ken took every cent they had. You see, that was their college money — particularly Sam's. Her mother couldn't talk her out of it, though. When she asked how she could possibly go to college, do you know what this young woman said? She said she would work her way through as a topless waitress, a topless dancer, a stripper, or all three. You see, nothing could dissuade Sam from making this presentation." Looking at Kathy, Judy said, "Kathy, the money is completely under your control now. But if it were me, the first award I would make would be a scholarship to Samantha Conroy for four years of college. What do you think?" Tears were flowing from Kathy's eyes, but she managed to say, "Judy, I think it makes all kinds of sense." Looking at Sam, she said, "Samantha Conroy, it gives me great pleasure to award you the first Katherine Carlson Kapalua Scholarship for four years of study at the college or university of your choice ... Assuming some school will admit you, of course!" Sam was thunderstruck. Then she said very softly, "Mrs. Carlson, would you do Tommy and me a tremendous favor?" "Of course, Sam. What?" "Could ... Would ... Could you allow us — Tommy and me — to call you Aunt Kathy and Uncle Ken... ?" Kathy yelped and took the girl into her arms and squeezed her tight. Then she whispered, "Darling, nothing could possibly make us prouder than to have you as our niece and Tommy as our nephew. Does it extend to Kenny and Kathy? Can I have baby Kathy as a niece, too?" The girl nodded quickly as Kathy poured out her love in a kiss. At the same time, Ken was wrapping Tommy in a bear hug while telling him how proud he was and how beautiful and moving their gift was. Then they exchanged children and Kathy kissed Tommy while Ken kissed Sam. Finally, hand in hand with the children they went back to their table. Kathy was diffident until she looked into Hank's eyes. The woman said, "Kathy, you know what this means, don't you? It means that you are the sister I never had..." With that Hank took Kathy into her arms and squeezed as hard as she could. Meanwhile, Jim was telling Ken that he was the brother that he had always wanted. He said softly while hugging him, "Ken, nothing could possibly make me prouder than to have you for a brother." Looking into his eyes, Jim asked, "Ken, will you be my brother? Please!" "Oh God, Jim," Ken replied, "Nothing could possibly make me happier!" The couples stayed at the table and spent the evening dancing. At one point Hank and Kathy were sitting alone and Hank suddenly broke down in tears. She said, "Kath, I didn't know what to say to Sam about the tray. As I'm sure you guessed, much more than half the money was hers. It was every penny she and Tommy had scrimped and saved for their entire lives." With tears in her eyes she looked into Kathy's and asked, "What can you do? What can you say?" Then she broke down again and between her sobs said, "Can you imagine? She stood there naked and cupped her small tits saying that they were growing and in just a year or so she could work naked and make lots of money. When I asked her what man would have her as his wife, do you know what she said? She said, 'If Kathy Carlson can be up to her elbows in shit, I can sure as hell work naked! And if a guy doesn't like it, he's not the guy for me, anyhow.'" Shaking her head, Hank tried to smile and said, "God, I love that girl!" Kathy just looked into her best friend's eyes and realized she was now her sister. She said, "Sis, please don't worry. Sam is going to college. We've just taken care of it." "I know," Hank replied. "But I guess it happened so fast, it hasn't really sunk in yet. You see, Jim and I were beside ourselves. We're in that terrible position that a lot of families are finding themselves in these days: We make too much money for the kids to get scholarships, but not nearly enough to be able to afford the tuition. "Jim and I almost died when the kids told us what they were planning to do. But after saying that you were welcome to anything we have — including our lives — what could we say?" Looking into Kathy's eyes, Hank's love was shining as she said, "And I repeat: You can have anything from me, including my life, at any time." Then she grinned and asked, "How about a broiled tit for breakfast?" Kathy replied by sticking out her tongue, shaking her head and saying, "Hell, no! You would probably just burn it." ------- The next morning Kathy was the first to awaken. Without moving her body she just stretched her muscles and felt the wonderful sensation of Ken's warm masculine body on her left and Marie's very smooth and feminine body on her right. Then she squeezed Ken's hand and moved her head to receive his good-morning kiss. Then with a wink at each other, they squeezed the girls' tits that were cupped in their hands and said, "Slaves, it's time to get up!" Ken and Kathy had come to love the adorable girls. The two girls stretched sinuously and then looked at the Carlsons with big smiles on their faces. Marie, still acting as the spokeswoman, said, "Good morning, Mistress and Master. How may your worthless slaves serve you this morning?" Kathy looked pensive for a moment and then an idea occurred to her. She said, "I am going to have my breakfast. Since our master is a tit man, you two will let him fondle you while I eat." She moved quickly to kneel between Ken's legs and kiss his now-erect cock. Looking at the girls she said, "Raise your knees so that your thighs are parallel to your Master's. I am looking forward to making you a part of my breakfast." While Kathy worshiped Ken's raging cock and ultimately took it slowly into her mouth to its full length, he was caressing the girls' tits in the same way he had when they ended up screaming for release. Both girls looked at him with fear verging on terror in their eyes. He assured them that he wouldn't torture them, but would play fair. When Ken neared his release, Kathy could tell from the way the girls' pelvises were writhing that they were close to cuming, too. Then she wrapped her very strong arms around each of Ken's legs and at the same time encircled the girl's leg that was beside it. This effectively pinned the girls to Ken and prevented them from moving their lower bodies. Having learned that when Ken came with his cock deep in her throat she tasted nothing, and having found that she loved the taste of his cum, only the tip of his cock was in her mouth when it began to spurt and unload his succulent syrup. At the same time the girls pelvises began to shake uncontrollably as they, too achieved their release. When Kathy had swallowed it all and licked off his now-shrinking cock, she told Celeste to keep her pelvis up high while she moved over between Marie's legs. Lifting the girl's legs over her shoulders brought the lovely hairless cunt to Kathy's mouth. Dipping her tongue, she tasted the girl's love juice and realized that, as she had hoped, the girl's cunt was flooded with it. Using her tongue and the suction of her mouth, she drained the girl and then repeated it with her sister. Finally, she went back and knelt up straight between Ken's still-spread legs. Licking her lips, she looked up thoughtfully, then nodded her head rapidly and grinned saying, "I was right, Ken! Your cum tastes great washed down with virgin love juices. It's even better — and certainly much rarer — than champagne." Then her brow furrowed as she looked at Ken and asked, "My husband, are you sure you wouldn't like me better with a bare cunt? Have you noticed how beautiful and clean the girls look that way?" Ken just glared at her and replied, "Wife, have you looked at yourself lately? Do you realize that your pubic hair is exactly like the hair on your head? It's curlier, of course, but it's just as dense and even has sun-streaks in it. It is positively beautiful." Then he looked thoughtful and said, "You know, I think I need to demonstrate what will happen to you if you mess with that glorious muff." His voice took on a tone of command and he said, "Wife, kneel beside me with your hands on your thighs. Besides, I think it's important that you understand the torture these poor little girls went through." Kathy's eyes widened but she instantly did as he asked. At the same time she thought about how incredibly attuned to each other she and Ken had become. Although neither had said a word about it, the fact was that Kathy had been intrigued by the torment the girls suffered. For Kathy, it turned out to be far worse than it had been for the girls. The reason was that, as sensitive as Ken had been to the girls, he now knew Kathy so well and so intimately that he could not only bring her up to the crest of release and drop her — he did that numerous times — but he could also bring her to her crest and keep her there without allowing her to obtain the release of cuming or even the chance to regain her breath by letting her down. After about forty minutes, Kathy was in utter agony. She begged and pleaded while tears poured from her eyes. Finally she promised to do absolutely anything if he would only release her. Ken appeared to be thoughtful for a moment and then appeared to light up with an idea. He said, "The last time the girls gave you a bath with their tongues. Now, I admit that there are two of them and only one of you. Nevertheless, they're really small, so I think both..." Looking at Kathy and feeling his heart tug at the look of incredible pain in her eyes he added, "Remember, darling, they are both very hot and sweaty after cuming. I think you've already done a good job of cleaning their cunts, so all you have to do is the rest of their bodies." For Kathy it was the ultimate torture as Ken continued to hold her at her crest. For the two girls it was delicious as Kathy so-carefully licked them all over being careful to get all of the salty sweat off their bodies. In addition, of course, like the girls, she had to lick her tears off them, too. Tears were streaming from her eyes and dropping on the girls' bodies as she tried to wash them. She finished but was so tormented she couldn't even kneel up straight when Ken told her to. Her tortured muscles refused to respond so the girls lifted her up. Even then, though, she was unable to keep her head upright. It just lolled from side to side as the girls supported her torso. Marie looked meaningfully at Celeste who raised Kathy enough for Marie to crawl under her and position her mouth at the girl's love box. Then Ken took his wife over the edge and did what he had done with the girls. He kept her in constant orgasm for over fifteen minutes. Meanwhile first Marie and then Celeste positioned themselves to drink the succulent juices flowing from Kathy's cunt in a steady stream. When they had both drunk their fill, he pinched her clit and Kathy was instantly out cold. The three then had their fun with Kathy. Marie and Ken took her into the bathroom and gave her a bath while Celeste changed the bed. Then she joined the others and helped lift her body onto the massage table where the two girls carefully oiled it with musk oil and worked the knots out of her muscles. After the girls fixed her hair Ken carried her to the bed and laid her out, then carefully covered her up to her chin. They left the bedroom and ordered breakfast from room service. They were almost finished eating when Kathy finally emerged from the bedroom. The three looked at her brightly and Ken asked, "Gosh, Hon, I didn't think you were ever going to wake up this morning. I hope you don't mind? We got tired of waiting so we went ahead and ordered." With his eyes wide he asked, "What would you like?" "Kenneth Carlson, I would like my ass back!" She rolled her eyes and then went to the girls in turn and kissed them lovingly. Then she said, "I am so sorry! I would have never believed you could be in as much pain as you were." Then to everyone's surprise, she bent over Marie's knee, softened her buns and asked, "Would you please give me ten strokes as hard as you can?" Instead, Marie just caressed Kathy's satin-smooth skin and shook her head saying, "No, Mistress." Then arching an eyebrow she said, "You're much too eager. I think you're becoming a masochist, so as the sadist I am, the answer is no! You'll have to suffer without it." Kathy got up and stuck out her tongue and then grinned. Turning to Ken she said, "Darling, I said I would do anything that gives you pleasure. Let me just tell you that this morning was as far as I can go. Next time, could we do something simple and painless? Like me cutting off one of my tits to serve you for breakfast. A roast asscheek, perhaps?" Then she sat across Ken's lap and just nuzzled and kissed him. ------- Chapter 23 At ten o'clock, Ken and Kathy met Ali and Bill Clifford on the first tee of the Bay Course. Of course Ken already loved Ali. Now he found he really liked Bill Clifford, too. He had learned earlier from Kathy that he was one of the richest men in the world and was in his fifties. Nevertheless, he looked like he was in his late thirties, and Ken found that he liked him a great deal. Completely ignoring the men, Ali challenged Kathy to a $50 Nassau, a challenge that was immediately accepted. Bill winked at Ken and said, "Gee! I'm glad my wife is rich! Ken, how about a five-dollar Nassau between us? Fifty dollars! ... Wow!" Ken immediately agreed. The golf — with the women playing from the men's white tees — was superb. Kathy's five-under-par 67 ultimately beat Ali's two-under 70. For his part, Ken shot a 75 to beat Bill's 79. When they finished, the two women went to the women's locker room to shower and change. There they were met by the Trang sisters who greeted Ali with kisses as befitted their benefactor. As usual, Kathy stopped off at the weight room and worked out. When Ali looked at the weights she was moving, she quietly whistled. No wonder she killed me on the golf course, she thought. When Kathy finished, they went into the showers where Marie washed Kathy while Celeste worked on Ali. Glimpsing the scars on Celeste's shoulders, Ali asked the girls to turn their backs to her. When she saw the degree to which the girls were scarred, she almost threw up. Finally, the two women were escorted to the massage tables. Marie presented a Bloody Mary to each of them and then they began to massage the women with musk oil. Both of them were asleep lying on their stomachs when the girls finished. They dressed and rejoined the men in the restaurant. When they were sitting around the table at lunch settling their bets, Ali said casually to Kathy, "Of course, it's going to come out of your year-end bonus..." Kathy just stuck out her tongue and made a production of carefully counting the $150 she had won. Bill just rolled his eyes and said, "Well, I'm afraid it's back to bologna for dinner for the next month or so..." He grinned, winked at Ken and said, "You two have cleaned us out!" Then looking at Ali he said, "Wife, how am I going to recover the money you just lost? After all, middle-aged wives are only going for about fifteen cents a pound on the hoof these days..." Totally ignoring the fact that they were in the restaurant, Ali unbuttoned her shirt, took one of her tits in her hand and acted like she was weighing it. Then she said, "That may be so, husband, but I happen to know that tits are going for fifty dollars a pound, and I'm sure mine weigh at least three pounds between them, so..." Everyone around the table broke up in laughter at her crack. When they finished, they returned to their rooms and met again on the path to the nude beach. When Kathy shed her robe, Ali held her by the arms and then stood back just to look at her. Shaking her head she said, "Carlson, you are utterly unbelievable! You have got to be the most perfect female the good Lord has ever seen fit to put on this earth!" Kathy looked at her boss and then ran her fingers through her golden pubic hair. Taking Ali into her arms she kissed her and then said, "Next to my boss, of course. Ali, you are simply perfect!" Even though they had been on the island for nearly three weeks, the Trang sisters spread sun protection over the Carlsons and then turned their attention to the Cliffords. After taking a nap in the sun, Bill and Ken took their wives on the beach. While they were kneeling between their thighs, Ali and Kathy were holding hands. It was wonderful to feel their husbands' cocks reaming their vaginal canals while the two women clutched at each other for support. Then, after napping in the sun they all went into the water. Again, Ali was startled as her secretary powered through the water leaving her in her wake. She remembered how she had left Kathy far behind in the health club swimming pool, but now the situations were reversed. Shaking her head, she was amused to see how much like her and Bill Kathy and Ken had become. The girl's body was a masterpiece, but she cared only to the extent that she was attractive to Ken and made him feel better by being on his arm. That evening, the Cliffords came to the Carlson suite for cocktails before dinner. Marie opened the door, naked as usual, wearing only her large white bow in her hair. After ushering Ali and Bill Clifford in, she asked them to be seated on the sofa. An instant later, Celeste appeared with flutes of champagne. Ali looked at Kathy who just ignored the look as she and Ken sat down beside the Cliffords. Then Kathy said, "Ali and Bill, we're serving something quite rare for hors d'oeuvres tonight: breast of virgin." Looking at Ali, Kathy's eyes widened as she asked, "You will keep it secret, won't you? Human virgins are now on the endangered-species list, so..." Ali just grinned and nodded her head. The girls then repeated for the Cliffords what they had done with the Conroys, kneeling between them holding tiny plates steady under their nipples. Kathy insisted that Marie keep completely still with her nipple engorged while she carefully spread caviar, chopped egg and chopped onion on it, then bit it off. Ali quickly understood the game and presented her hand to Celeste to be licked off whenever she otherwise would have used a napkin. When they were finished with their cocktails and were preparing to go to the dining room, Ali, who had seen scars on the girls' shoulders in the shower said, "Please turn around and kneel." The girls did and Ali showed Bill their scars and saw them herself for the first time when their bodies were dry. They showed in even starker relief now. After a sharp intake of breath she turned to Ken and said, "You killed those butchers, didn't you, Ken? Are you absolutely sure?" When he assured her that the men who had beaten the girls were quite dead, Kathy merely stated, "Good riddance!" As usual, the sisters served the Carlsons and the Cliffords at dinner in the dining room. When the entrée, tournedos Rossini, was served, Ali took a bite and said, "Did the hotel just get a new chef? Never in my life have I tasted anything so good." Although Kathy was looking at her meaningfully, Marie said, "Mistress Clifford, Lady Kathy prepared the dinner tonight. You see, Sir Ken has been complaining about the very-ordinary food they have been forced to eat here, so this evening she went to the kitchen and prepared the food you're eating tonight." Glaring daggers at the girl, Kathy said menacingly, "Marie!" "I will be punished later, Mrs. Clifford," Marie said quietly, "But it is worth it. You see, the bruises on my buns have now faded, and I do so like to carry Lady Kathy's marks on my body..." Kathy motioned the girl over and kissed her full on the mouth. As she did, she gave the girl's firm ass a soft pinch. Marie winked and whispered, "I'm sure My Lady can pinch harder than that!" Then she looked sad and added, "My Lady will have a bruised hand again tonight." When the dessert was served, Celeste wheeled a serving cart to the table. There, Kathy flamed crèpes Suzette for the table. The crèpes were utterly perfect. At that point, Hank Wellington came up to them and asked if he could join them for a few minutes. Ken quickly introduced the general manager to Ali and Bill. He grinned and said that, although he had never had the pleasure of meeting them face to face, he certainly knew them and had had numerous conversations, particularly with Ali. When he was seated, he motioned to the wine steward who brought over cognac snifters and poured Rémy Martin's Louis XIII cognac for the table. Seeing it, Ali called over Celeste and whispered to her. The girl disappeared and then reappeared a few minutes later with a cigar humidor. While Celeste held it open, Marie took out a Corona corona, carefully bit off the end and then lit it. After passing the lighted cigar to Bill Clifford, she then repeated the process for Ken and Hank. Moving to Ali's seat, the girl lighted a light thin panatella and then did the same for Kathy. Ken had only had a cigar once in his life before and Kathy never had. Nevertheless, seeing Ali take one, Kathy did, also. She decided it was an utterly perfect accompaniment to coffee and the magnificent cognac. When they were all relaxing with their cognac and cigars, Hank Wellington said, "There's actually a reason for my joining you tonight. You see, I had to quell a revolution in the kitchen awhile ago. It seems my executive chef resigned and I had to talk him into staying. The poor man was in tears. You see, he prides himself on being the finest French chef in the Islands. He has a diploma from the Cordon Bleu cooking school in Paris, is a fellow of a whole bunch of other things... "Anyway, the poor man was distraught. It seems he has never tasted finer food in his life — most particularly including in Paris and at the school itself." Hank grinned and shook his head saying, "To calm him down, I pointed out that he is still the finest professional chef in the Islands. After all, Mrs. Carlson is only an amateur and just a guest at the hotel, so she doesn't really count..." Again he shook his head and said, "I don't think I convinced him, but I was able to confuse him, so it's just about as good." He motioned Marie over, and whispered in her ear. Whatever it was he said shocked her, but he insisted. With the greatest reluctance she and Celeste brought over chairs and sat down at the table while trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The wine steward poured cognac for them, too. When he glared at them, Celeste poured two cups of coffee and lighted thin panatellas for herself and her sister. Then Hank raised his glass and said, "I would like to offer a toast. To Kenneth and Katherine Carlson: You have been here at the hotel not quite three weeks, but in that short time you have turned the place upside-down." He grinned and shook his head, then continued, "When you arrived, I thought it would be nice to assign personal maids to you, so I asked Marie and Celeste to serve you. "Three things have happened as a result: First, I'm losing my two best people in less than three weeks. Second, these girls, who I thought were lovely, are now more beautiful than I would ever have thought possible. Moreover, where formerly there was a constant overtone of sadness about them, now they just glow with happiness ... No! It's joyousness. They are now truly joyful. Third, the revolution in the kitchen was not the first; it was only the most recent. You see, there was a staff revolution because the Trangs were monopolizing service to the most honored guests in the history of the resort." Hank shook his head and said, "I was able to head that off by pointing out the unbelievable torture these girls had suffered and the fact that Ken Carlson was — both literally and figuratively — their savior. "But that's not all. We are now booked solid for nearly a year-and-a-half out. Our reservations manager is in tears because she's afraid we'll have to turn away some regulars who haven't yet made their reservations for next year, yet. Is that all? We should be so lucky! I just learned that the prices of the condos on the property have jumped at least 50 percent. Now I've got to supervise the construction of a substantial addition to the hotel." He shook his head and said, "As a matter of fact, why am I toasting you two? Why couldn't you be just two ordinary guests — the kind who check in, stay awhile, and check out? Of course, if you were, the level of service — to all our guests — wouldn't be running at such incredibly high levels. The staff has never been more proud of itself or more proud of the resort. We're coining money for Pacific Properties." Then with a grin at Bill Clifford he added, "Jim Duffy asked me to tell you that the price of the property just doubled." Then to Kathy he said, "And he asked me to tell you that there will be a big bonus check waiting on your desk when you get back to LA." Raising his glass again, he said, "To the Carlsons: The finest guests this resort has ever had or will ever have! Your suite will be available for you at any time, ever!" Then he turned to Marie and Celeste who were trying to hide, because they were so embarrassed to be seated with guests. "As for you two: What am I going to do? I talked about you with Mr. Duffy and he doesn't have a good answer, either. However ... We know that your legal residence is here at the hotel. You are welcome to keep your apartment for as long as you wish. In addition, of course, if you want to make some money during vacations or the summers or whatever, there will always be jobs for you here. "Of course, Mr. Duffy believes that college graduates attending law school are much too valuable to work as maids. He thinks that assistant manager positions would be much more appropriate." Hank grinned and added, "I agreed with him, pointing out that managers are salaried, so we wouldn't have to pay you two overtime, either." Marie looked at him and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Wellington. We both realize what an incredible gift you are giving to us. However, we must insist on being able to serve as personal maids to the Carlsons whenever they return to the hotel." She smiled the warmest smile he had ever seen and added, "I am sure you know that the difference in our attitude is a direct result of the Carlsons. Ken Carlson saved us from death and then over the last few weeks they have restored us to life. To say we worship the ground they walk on is true but really so little." At that point Wellington raised his glass and said, "Kathy, Ali, Ken and Bill, I would like to offer a toast to the two most courageous, most indomitable young women the world has ever seen: Marie and Celeste Trang." While the girls' eyes were downcast, the others drank the toast. Hank motioned the wine steward to refill all the glasses. With the glasses refilled Marie raised hers and said, "We would like to offer a toast to the two most perfect people the good Lord has ever created: Kenneth and Katherine Carlson. To my sister, Celeste, and I, the sun rises and sets in them. They have personally shown us a degree of goodness and kindness that we never knew could exist on earth." Looking at Hank she said, "A few weeks ago I asked if we could serve the Carlsons on a leave-of-absence basis. Mr. Wellington, you settled much too cheaply. You should have charged us thousands of dollars per week for the privilege ... And it has been a privilege. You see, I have come to adore Lady Kathy, and my sister adores Sir Ken. We shouldn't say this, I suppose, but the truth is that we sleep beside them in their bed each night." Looking at Ali and Bill she said, "Mr. and Mrs. Clifford, you were not here a couple of weeks ago when Samantha Conroy explained the way the Kathy-grams worked. You see, she realized that Lady Kathy has so much love and goodness that the little bit on each of her letters to Sir Ken was enough to inspire him. It's true. Sam went on to say that he would surprise himself with his achievements, all done because of the inspiration Lady Kathy provides. She said that if she could inspire him at a distance of 6,000 miles on a piece of paper, it would be nothing compared to the inspiration he would derive from having his cock sheathed in her body." Marie shook her head, held it up straight and continued, "She was right. I know this, first hand. You see, each night I snuggle as close to Lady Kathy as I can while she cups my little tit in her hand. With her infinite love in such close proximity, a little bit rubs off... on me! You see, I have finally realized that Lady Kathy loves me. She really does. This is why I can be confident that Celeste and I will excel at USC Law School. Why? Because with her love, we could do nothing else." Raising her glass she said, "Please join my sister and me in a toast to Kenneth and Katherine Carlson." Ken and Kathy looked down at the table top while the others raised their glasses and drank. Hank Wellington excused himself and the girls quickly left the table. There was a trio playing and the Carlsons and Cliffords spent the rest of the evening dancing. It was something that Ken found he had come to love. Reflecting on what Marie had said, Ken concluded that she was right. With Kathy in his arms there was nothing he couldn't do. When the music stopped at the end of the set, he tipped his wife's head up and melted her with a kiss. She had her arms around his neck for support — her knees had turned to water — when Ken whispered, "Kathy Carlson, I adore you! How did I get so lucky, do you suppose?" She looked up into his eyes and asked, "Ken, am I attractive in your eyes? Is there something about me you would like changed? Anything at all?" He looked down and saw his wife as the perfect female form. Slowly he shook his head and said softly, "My darling, you are utterly perfect! I didn't think happiness like this was possible outside of heaven. Is that answer clear enough?" She just pulled his head down and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. The flow of electricity passed between them and they both just sighed with pleasure. After their lovemaking that night, Marie said, "Lady Kathy, it is time for my discipline. Please be sure to hit me as hard as you can." Kathy looked into the girl's eyes and realized she meant exactly what she said. Marie lay over her leg and Kathy spanked her as hard as she could. After ten strokes, the girl turned around so she could strike the other cheek. When it was over, before Marie could move, Kathy lifted her up, sat her across her lap and kissed away the tears streaming from the girl's eyes. Then she kissed her on the mouth and moved her lips to communicate the intense love for the small girl that she felt. At the same time Ken lifted Celeste up on his lap and did the same thing to her. Finally, Kathy eased Marie away and just held the girl tight. Marie whispered, "Kathy, I adore you!" Then she jerked up and covered her mouth saying, "I'm so sorry, My Lady." "I'm not at all sorry, darling Marie. My name is Kathy, after all. And you and your sister are only a couple of years younger than I am. And Marie ... I adore you, too. I can't tell you how much joy you and your sister have created for Ken and me over the last few weeks. My darling, as far as I'm concerned, the greatest thing Ken Carlson did in Vietnam was to save your lives." Then she grinned and said, "Now I'm getting cold, I'm tired ... Get your tight little ass in bed beside me where it belongs! I need a nice small tit to warm my hand on." Marie just grinned and flipped over on her back in her customary position. Kathy melted Ken with another kiss and they turned out the lights. Kathy noted how full and firm Marie's tit felt, as she drifted off to sleep. ------- Chapter 24 During the last week of their stay on Maui, Kathy began to play tennis with the Trangs. As she suspected, they were both remarkably well coordinated. Since the game she played was against the twins playing together, they quickly became very good because of the way they seemed to share a single brain. It was like playing one person with two bodies, employing each one to maximum effect. When she insisted on massaging them after their match, Kathy realized how perfect the two girl's bodies now were. With all their exercising, their muscles were now similar to Kathy's. She continued to teach cooking to Hank and to play golf with Ken who was now playing regularly in the seventies. She knew they were scheduled to leave the following Monday morning so, after consulting with Ken and the Conroys, she made arrangements to charter the same yawl on Friday to return Sunday evening. Even though she ensured that it was fully provisioned, there was another idea developing in the back of her mind. After casting off on Friday afternoon, they quickly cleared the harbor and then headed straight out to sea. When they were out of sight of land, Celeste changed course and headed for the tiny cove they had found on their previous expedition. Once again, as soon as they cleared the harbor, everyone shed his clothes. Ken and Kathy along with Jim and Hank were lying on the fantail soaking up the warm sun. As they lay there, they watched Marie talking with Tommy on the foredeck by the mainmast and then begin to give him more lessons in lovemaking. He was just verging on puberty and had started to sprout. Already he was taller than Marie's five feet one. His normally sandy hair was bleached by the sun and he had the characteristic Conroy deep all-over golden tan. The boy's eyes were wide as Marie took his hand and gently used it to stroke her full tit. Then she showed him how to tease a woman's nipple and finally introduced him to her cunt, showing him where the clitoris was and how to stimulate it. He did and kissed her on the lips at the same time. The boy was exhilarated. Her lips communicated the same love as his mother's but it was different. There was an overtone of latent passion in her kiss. Meanwhile he continued lightly to stroke her clit the way she had shown him. Moments later, he was startled as her loins began to buck involuntarily and she released a small flood of love juices. Marie just kissed him and said softly, "You did it, Tom. Now you clean up the mess!" He looked at her, not knowing what she meant. Tenderly, she pushed his head down towards her crotch which she raised up for him. Understanding now what she meant, the boy's head went down and he began to lick up her love juices. When he lightly bit her clit, he was rewarded with another stream of juices as her hips bucked in another orgasm. When she was cleaned off, she pulled him up beside her, held him tightly and whispered, "Thank you, Tom." He looked into her face and was surprised. There was something in her eyes he had never seen before, but beyond that, it was the first time she had ever called him anything but Tommy, so he asked her about it. Cradling his face in her hands, she slowly kissed him full on the lips and then ran her tongue into his mouth where she could still taste her own love juices. There was even more in this kiss than there was in the last. When she released him, she said softly, "Tommy is a boy's name. Tom is the name of a man. When you made me cum, you became Tom." Meanwhile her hands were moving gently over his body and she could feel his early muscular development. Although he had only just reached the onset of puberty, his penis was already growing. Marie was fascinated to see that it was in full erection although still only a fraction of the size it would ultimately become when he matured. The first traces of his pubic hair were also beginning to appear. She admitted to herself that the size of Ken's cock frightened her because it was so large. Looking at Tom's, though, she found it both beautiful and fascinating with its perfect shape and pink head. Almost without conscious volition, she moved her head down and took the lovely thing into her mouth. She sucked it, then removed it from her mouth, kissed the tip and began to lick it like an ice-cream cone. Tommy was utterly astonished at first, but then he remembered what his parents did all the time. He had been resting with his back against the mainmast. Now he changed position and lay on his back on the teak deck. Then using his developing muscles, he lifted Marie's lower body over his face and began to work on her cunt again. This time he found the entrance to her vagina and worked on it with his tongue. Meanwhile, he couldn't believe the sensations he was feeling in his loins. His erection, the largest of his young life, was getting even larger in response to Marie's oral stimulation. While sucking as hard as she could, she was also manipulating his balls. Then she squeezed hard. His pelvis involuntarily jerked and he exploded with jets of cum in her mouth. At the same time he bit on her clit triggering an explosion of her own. After she relaxed on top of him while she regained her breath, she again began working on him. The idea had just occurred to her to drain him dry. With the combination of her mouth and fingers, she was able to get him to cum a second and then a third time. Tommy was finding he loved the taste and smell of this beautiful woman's cunt and was now practiced in stimulating it. Finally he realized that he could play this woman's body as if it was an organ. On the third time he came in her mouth, he nearly blacked out. After biting her clit hard, he realized Marie had gone limp on top of him. She was unconscious. Easing out from under her, he leaned back against the mast and reoriented her body against his own. Now her head was on his shoulder and his arms were around her body with her tits cradled in his hands. When she recovered consciousness, he reveled in the feeling when she stretched and he could feel her very firm tits move under his hands. She turned her face towards his. When she did, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her as passionately as he could. Marie just snuggled back against him and asked him to grip her tits tighter. Then, with her eyes closed, she said softly, "Tom, in my country when a boy is about to become a man, his father takes him to a woman who teaches him about lovemaking. As far as I know, there are no such places in the United States. I was very pleased to do it for you. Did you like it at all?" He couldn't even speak, but he vigorously nodded his head. A few moments later he could feel Marie's body go limp as she just fell asleep while being held in his arms. Meanwhile on the stern, Samantha had rejoined her parents, the Carlsons and Celeste. She whispered, "Mother, what was going on up there? Why is Tommy looking like the cat who just swallowed the canary?" By this time Hank was stretched out flat on the deck with her eyes closed. Without opening her eyes she said softly, "Samantha Conroy, that has to be the all-galaxy dumbest in a long line of dumb questions from you. If you were a twelve-year-old boy and a Playboy centerfold came to life in your arms and then drained your balls with her mouth while letting you entertain yourself with her cunt, how the hell do you think you would look? Tom is in heaven right now, but heaven is here on earth." Then she raised herself up on her elbows and said, "Incidentally, Miss Superior, I don't think you'll have to worry about your brother embarrassing you with the girls." She shook her head and smiled warmly. "Can you imagine? Compare Marie's body to the most-developed sixth grader you know. What do you think the comparison would be?" "But Mom, that's unfair!" Sam protested. "Marie is a perfectly-formed, mature woman; they're only starting to bud ... if they've even gotten that far." "You're right, darling," Hank replied. "She is a perfectly-formed adult, isn't she." Twisting her head to look at Celeste she asked, "Does that embarrass you, Celeste? Or make you jealous?" The girl replied, "You forget, Mrs. Conroy, that my sister and I share each other's great pain or great pleasure. That was an exquisite pleasure for my sister and I enjoyed it with her." While the lovemaking on the foredeck had been going on, the boat had reached the cove. Celeste had ordered the sails taken in and, with the auxiliary engine engaged, very delicately eased it over the cut in the reef into the little bay. Then she ordered the anchor dropped and backed down on the engine to set the anchor flukes in the bottom. To be safe, she maneuvered with the engine and ordered the second anchor dropped, as well. After setting it, she shut down and started below to gather up their provisions. It was only then that Kathy laid out her idea. She said, "Folks, we're out here as sort of a back-to-nature thing. How about doing it right? What I mean is let's pretend the boat is wrecked and sinking. The only things we have are what we can bring ashore, swimming." Looking around for Hank she said, "And Hank, that includes baby Kathy. Are you game?" The idea was greeted with enthusiasm. When Hank explained to her little girl what was in store, Kathy clapped her small hands in glee. They took direction from Ken and each took an article or two that they could swim with. Hank got into the water and Marie carefully lowered Kathy over the side. In spite of being only two years old, the little girl immediately struck out for shore with her mother swimming the breast stroke behind her. To Hank's utter amazement, the little girl made the whole distance by herself — a distance of almost 500 yards. When they were ashore, the men began by cutting saplings to use to make a shelter, while the Conroy children started digging a fire pit. Kathy and Marie had brought tridents with them and immediately swam out to the reef to see if they could spear some fish. They did, and brought them back and cooked them on an open fire. By nightfall they had built a lean-to that was shared by the adults. On Friday night, Kathy and Hank linked wrists as their husbands plowed their insides. The following two days were the most remarkable of the entire honeymoon. In spite of the yawl being anchored only 500 yards away, it was exactly as if they had been shipwrecked. While exploring in the jungle for a source of fresh water, Ken found a waterfall coming from over 100 feet above their heads. In spite of being in the tropics, for some reason the water was icy. When he reported back, Kathy was the first one to take a freshwater shower in the falling water. Ken watched as she walked in and just stood in the frigid water in spite of the goose bumps appearing on her skin. When she finally came out, she was shaking from the cold. He wrapped her in his arms and just held her tight, feeling her body shake. When she had warmed up, she just raised her face and he gave her the most passionate kiss she could remember. Smiling up at him she said, "Ken, darling, help me get warm again. Fuck me, please." He grinned, picked her up in his arms, carried her back to the beach, lay her down and tried his best to fuck her ass off. On Saturday morning, they heard a screaming in the jungle. Since Ken had set snares, he followed the sound and found a wild boar caught in one of them. When he and Jim carried it back to the beach, Kathy took one look, set up a tripod to hang it from, slit the boar's throat and gutted it, giving some of its internal organs to the older Conroy children to use for fish bait. With help from Jim and Ken she finally set up a spit and asked Tommy and Kenny to take turns turning it. On Saturday afternoon they had the most magnificent roast pig anyone could ever remember eating. Even little Kathy made herself useful by finding leaves of an appropriate size and shape to serve as plates. Late Saturday afternoon, while Sam and Tommy were with their younger siblings, Jim and Ken emerged from the water where they had been spearing shellfish for dinner. They found their wives side by side on the beach holding hands. Their legs were spread wide while Marie and Celeste worked on them. Using two shells as tweezers the girls were working on the women's pubic hair, pulling out everything except the dense curly bush each had above her cunt. They had already worked on the labia, painfully pulling out every stray hair to leave a hairless pussy. It was apparent to Ken from the tears rolling down their cheeks, coupled with the intensity with which the women were gripping each other's wrist, that it must be terribly painful. The two men remained out of their wives' sight line and watched as the Vietnamese girls finished up. Finally they put their weight back on their heels and admired their handiwork. The two women sat up and carefully studied themselves and each other. Then Kathy asked, "Hank, do you think Ken will like it? I think it looks pretty neat." "Ken thinks his wife is the most beautiful thing on two legs — with or without a couple of stray pubic hairs," he said, dropping to his knees beside her. Taking her into his arms he asked, "Why, Kathy? Jim and I could see that you and Hank were in agony. Why did you do it?" She melted her lips against his in a kiss that was loaded with passion. With her eyes still glazed she asked, "Do you remember Sam's story about Hank and the salt and pepper? Darling, the object is to be more attractive to you in any way I possibly can. If it causes me a little pain, that's the price I pay." "What if I wanted to brand my initials on your body?" Ken asked with his face impassive. When he did, Marie and Celeste looked meaningfully at each other. "Where would you like them, darling?" she asked. "How big do you want them to be?" Ken took his wife in his arms and held her tightly. Then Kathy could feel a wetness on her cheeks and moved away so she could look at him. When she did, she found that he was crying. "What's wrong, my darling?" she asked. With tears continuing to roll down his cheeks Ken just shook his head and said, "You would do it, wouldn't you? Just because I thought it might be intriguing. You would mark yourself for life just for that?" Looking puzzled, Kathy just replied, "Of course." "Darling, don't you dare!" Ken nearly screamed. "I adore you just the way you are ... And you make me feel so humble in the presence of your love, that I can't stand it. Darling, I'm not worthy—" "You are worthy of anything I can possibly do for you, Kenneth Carlson, and don't you dare forget it!" she exclaimed, cutting him off. "You are my life in the same way Jim is Hank's. I can't live without you, my darling. I really cannot." Then with a little smile she asked, "Now would you please try out my newly bald pussy?" "But honey," he protested, "it's still in agony. You couldn't possibly—" "My darling," Kathy interrupted, "Ginger told me about a time when her asshole was stretched to three times its normal size and hurt so much she couldn't sit down. Her cunt was so sore she couldn't touch it, and her throat hurt so much she couldn't eat. It was all from taking Charley inside her, of course. She told me how she tried to determine which way she should take Charley first — the answer being the way in which the pain wouldn't be so great that she would pass out. "You see, it was only a question of the first time because after he was inside her, the pleasure he created drowned out any amount of pain. She did take him all three ways that night, too." Then with a little grin she said, "Darling Ken, you could consider it to be an anaesthetic fuck. I need it to kill the pain." By this time Ken's cock was at full erection. Kissing her as passionately as he could, he entered her. Despite her one involuntary scream of pain, in moments it was forgotten as her passion and joy mounted with Ken moving inside her. On Saturday night, Kathy noted that Marie was sleeping beside Tommy. The boy had spent hours that day with some dried palm leaves he had found. Using one of the knives, he had cut it into strips, carefully wove it into a band, and formed it as a bracelet that he gave to Marie. That night, with the Carlsons and the Conroy adults sleeping beside each other, Marie slept in Tom Conroy's arms wearing his bracelet on her wrist. On Sunday morning, the Carlsons and the Conroys went spear fishing near the reef, looking for a dinner. They planned on leaving the island after lunch to return to Kapalua. While they were gone, Marie and Celeste stayed ashore to prepare the fire and to look after Kenny and little Kathy. When the others were well away from the beach and away from the anchored boat, Marie swam out to it, retrieved something she had brought with her, and swam back to shore. By the time she returned, her sister had the fire banked to packed coals which were now glowing red hot. Marie put the end in the fire and went off to play with the children. As she did, she worked them farther and farther away from the fire, then started to build a sand castle with them. When they were engrossed in their task, she quickly slipped back to the fire. When she returned, Celeste asked, "Let me go first. Please?" Marie nodded and then took the poker from the fire. It was a branding iron with its head now glowing red hot. Celeste took a piece of leather and put it between her teeth, then rolled on her left side exposing her right flank. Then she nodded but kept her eyes open as Marie applied the iron to her body. There was a sizzle and the smell of cooking meat as Marie pressed it down hard. They had agreed they wanted their brands in deep relief. Actually they had spent a bit of time alone determining exactly where they wanted to place them. They agreed that they should be branded on the side closest to the Carlson against whom they slept, and in a location that would show when wearing a bikini. When Marie saw her sister's eyes glaze over from the pain, she withdrew the iron and quickly put it back in the fire to reheat. Looking at her sister, she could see involuntary tears caused by the excruciating pain flowing from her eyes. Marie took the leather from her sister and found another spot to bite on. Although it was a piece of what had been a heavy leather belt, her sister had nearly bitten it completely through, but still had not made a sound. Glancing over at the children, they saw they were still engrossed in their sand castle. Marie and her sister exchanged places and Celeste retrieved the iron from the coals, then winked and applied it to her sister's left flank. Marie watched as smoke rose from her flank and she could smell her own flesh burning. Her sister pressed down hard driving the branding iron deep. In spite of all the advance mental preparation, nothing could really prepare her for the agonizing pain. When it was over, Marie fainted. Celeste put the branding iron in the water and they listened as the steam rose from the red-hot iron. When it had cooled sufficiently, she glanced at her sister and swam out to the boat and put it away. When she returned, Marie was struggling to her feet. Then she went into the water to use it to get some relief from the terrible pain. Finally she emerged and the two girls compared their brands. They concluded that they had been successful. Now each carried the initials, K C, burned deeply into their flesh. Marie swallowed hard, then limped down the beach to where the children were playing. The girls had decided that as long as they were kneeling in the sand, it was unlikely the children would notice anything, and it turned out that they did not. Meanwhile, Celeste hobbled into the jungle to get a few more things for dinner. When they saw Kathy and Hank racing for shore — evidently the women were racing each other — they moved slowly to the water's edge to greet them and to try to prevent the women from seeing them limping. Marie and Celeste had already found out that, try as they might, it was impossible for either of them to walk normally. The fire that seemed still to be burning in their flanks prevented it. As Marie expected, Kathy won easily. She was standing in shin-deep water waiting for Hank with her back up straight, and her breasts sticking out proudly from a golden body that would have inspired any artist who ever lived. Kathy gave Hank a hand and helped her up, and then they waded ashore together. Marie thought that Kathy at that instant was the most perfect female in the world as the two began to run in the water as soon as it was shallow enough, laughing as they did. Kathy looked at the girls and knew in an instant that something was wrong. She ran to them, and when they moved together, she said, "Marie, please come here right now. Alone!" The girl moved as carefully as she could, but with the first step she took, Kathy saw the limp. When she reached her, Kathy dropped to her knees and looked at the girl's left flank. When she saw the still-fiery brand she gasped, "Oh, my God! Hank, come quickly!" Kathy saw the initials, K C, branded deeply into the girl's flank. She looked up and said, "Marie, what have you done!?" Looking at Celeste, she said, "And you come over here, too!" To her surprise, Marie stood up as straight as she could and said defiantly, "Celeste and I have branded the initials of the people we love and cherish most in the whole world on our bodies! And, Lady Kathy, if you don't shut up, we will do it again, but on our breasts next time!" Kathy was on her knees looking up at the girl in amazement. "But why, darling? Why did you do it?" "Because we each carry dozens of scars inflicted on us by people who were intent on torturing us to death. Since we will carry those scars to our death, we decided we wanted permanent marks of the people we love the most: you and Sir Ken." Suddenly, the girl just dropped to her knees and began to cry, "Oh, Kathy, it hurts so much!" Kathy took the girl in her arms and hugged her tightly, while she caressed the girl's wavy hair. Meanwhile, Hank had gathered Celeste into her arms. Kathy whispered, "I'm going out to the boat and get the first-aid kit. I'm sure we're carrying some burn ointment—" "You will not!" the girl exclaimed. Looking into Kathy's eyes the girl said, "Lady Kathy, if we only wanted permanent marks, we could have been tattooed. Rather, we want to feel the pain, knowing it signifies in a tiny way how important you and Sir Ken are to us." Then with tears flowing from her eyes she said, "Please forgive me for crying out." With a wry little grin she added, "It shows how soft we have become since coming to the United States. Neither of us made a sound while we were having the flesh stripped off our backs with bull whips. That hurt much more." With pleading in her eyes she said, "Will Milady forgive me for crying out? Please?" Now it was Kathy who began to cry. She held the girl tightly and said in a husky whisper, "My darling Marie, you are so good and so brave! It makes Ken and me feel so humble..." The girl looked at Kathy and asked, "Lady Kathy, could you help me to my feet? I'm afraid I'm not as brave as I once was..." Kathy helped her up, and then went to Celeste and repeated her words. When the men came out of the water, they didn't believe what had happened, but both gasped when they saw the size of the letters — about three-quarters of an inch high — and the depth to which they had been burned in. The two girls went into the water and stayed in it up to their waists for a while. It seemed that the salt water, even though not cold, did ease the pain. The last word was Marie's to Kathy: "It is sort of interesting, though. It smells exactly like a steak barbecuing." Then with a little grin she asked, "I wonder if it would taste like a barbecued steak?" ------- When they returned to Kapalua, it was for the last night of their stay. Kathy asked Marie to call down for reservations for four for dinner after determining that the girls were able to sit down. Marie just shook her head and said that she and Celeste had special plans for the Carlsons' last dinner. She served champagne to them while Celeste prepared a table in a rather strange way. First, the table itself was only about one foot off the floor. But in addition, Kathy could make no sense of the arrangement of the dishes on it. Finally, with a smile, Marie said it was essential for the Carlsons to be naked. Kathy and Ken disappeared into the bedroom and returned moments later nude. When they came out, Marie was certain they were the most physically perfect couple in the world. After nearly four weeks on the island, they both had deep golden tans. Because of all the exercise, their muscles were solid and they both moved like trained athletes which, indeed, they were. Kathy was skeptical when Marie told her to kneel with her knees spread wide at the end of the table. As soon as she did, Celeste carefully adjusted the positions of some of the dishes placed on it. Kathy couldn't figure out what they were doing. Then Marie, looking very solemn, told Ken to kneel between Kathy's widespread legs. When he did, he wrapped his arms around Kathy and squeezed her very firm breasts. Kathy sighed and said that if he kept it up, she would want him to go farther, but it was time to eat. Now Marie grinned and said, "But that's the whole idea. We want him to go farther, too. In fact, we wish Sir Ken to take you from the rear, dog style. It's a position we have never seen you use." "But I'll go face down in all the food!" Kathy protested. "You sure will, won't you?" the girls said in unison. "At least we hope you do!" Suddenly the positions of the dishes made sense in a very funny way to Kathy. Her pubic hair would be in one, her stomach in another, her tits in two more, while her face would land in the one farthest away. When she leaned over, they said, "Lady Kathy, there's one more thing. You must keep your hands at your sides. You cannot use them for support." Kathy leaned over with her torso parallel to the floor, but before she did she grinned and said, "I take back every nice thing I ever said about you two. I hate you both!" When she leaned over, it exposed her cunt to Ken's cock. He dipped it into her wet sheath and then eased into her. By now they had become so accustomed to each other, and Kathy's cunt had enlarged to such a degree, he was able to just slowly slide it in to its full length. Kathy, as the girls expected, tried to play the game and keep her body off the table. But as he moved inside her, first her cunt, and then her belly went into the food. By the time he had her in continuous orgasm, Kathy's tits went into the plates. By now she just didn't care. All she cared about was the marvelous feeling Ken was creating in her cunt. When he finally exploded inside her, as usual Kathy lost consciousness, dropping her face into the farthest dish. Marie checked quickly to ensure she could still breathe. Then the two girls lifted Kathy out of the plates and lay her on the floor on her back. When she was stretched out, Marie said, while barely able to control her giggles, "Sir Ken, your dinner is ready! You start at the face and work down." Laughing, Ken did just that. He licked the food off Kathy's face and realized it was an appetizer of some sort. While he was eating the food adhering to her tits, he realized it was a main course as was the food on her belly. By this time Kathy had regained consciousness but had not moved. He thought it was very funny trying to eat while Kathy's body was shaking with her giggles. He reached her cunt, and Marie told him to place Lady Kathy's legs over his shoulders. When he did, Celeste appeared with a whipped-cream dispenser, shook it, and spread it the length of Kathy's slit. Although Celeste didn't know it, it was exactly what Ken had done weeks earlier in Los Angeles. Doing the same thing that he had done, she built up twin mounds of whipped cream and carefully placed cherries at the top of each, all the while Kathy was screaming that the whipped cream was so cold. He licked it all up and finally Marie told Kathy she could get up. When she did, she looked at Marie and asked, "But what about my dinner?" Looking very innocent, Marie took Ken's huge scrotum in both hands and said, "But Lady Kathy, it's right here. All you have to do is get it." Kathy grinned and stuck out the tip of her tongue. Then looking at Ken she said, "My poor darling! I'm very hungry tonight, Ken, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to drain you dry if I hope to get enough to eat." That night she almost did. Later when they went to bed, in spite of the Carlsons' protests, Marie and Celeste insisted on snuggling as close as possible. That was when Kathy realized that the location of the brands would place them in contact with both Ken and her. Notwithstanding, that is what the girls insisted upon and that is what happened. ------- Chapter 25 It was six o'clock when Kathy and Ken got off the plane in Los Angeles. All their clothes and equipment were either being stored at Kapalua or packed up by the girls and shipped home. They were among the first passengers off the plane and through security. Since there was no baggage, they were ready to go. Kathy saw Fred standing off to the side and ran to him. When she went to give him a kiss, he just held her arms and said, "Let me look at you!" Then he shook his head and said, "I didn't think it was possible, Mrs. Carlson, but you are even more beautiful than Ali!" "Thank you, Mr. Clark," she replied formally. That's very kind of you to say. He grinned — a very rare occurrence for Fred Clark — and said, "Kathy, you're a dream!" She kissed him on the lips and let her love flow. When she eased away, he sounded out of breath as he said, "That's not fair! My God! I still have to drive you home." Then with the warmest smile Kathy had ever seen he said, "Kathy, I feel intoxicated by your love. That was the sweetest, most loving kiss I could possibly imagine." Kathy then introduced Ken who had been standing nearby, just watching. When she did, Fred said, "Mr. Carlson, you are a very lucky man to have the love of this woman. And sir, I can tell you that to Kathy Carlson, the sun rises and sets in you. From what I have heard, sir, you are deserving of her love, and that makes you both incredibly rare and incredibly fortunate." "Mr. Clark..." Looking upset, he said, "Oh, no! It's Fred, sir." "Kathy has told me about you, Fred," Ken said with a grin. "And if you insist on calling me Mr. Carlson, I insist on calling you Mr. Clark." Then sticking out his hand, Ken said, "Fred, I'm delighted to meet you at long last. Kathy says you're the warmest, most thoughtful person alive, and that's plenty good enough for me!" Fred blushed bright red at Kathy's compliment but shook hands firmly with Ken and led them to the car. As he held the door open he said, "Kathy, I don't go for those fruit concoctions they serve on the Islands. Since you and Ken are now back in civilization, you'll have to make do with dry martinis on the ride home." "Oh, pooh! You're no fun, Fred," Kathy said, but then kissed him and said, "I can hardly wait." When they were clear of the airport, they headed north on the San Diego Freeway. Ken had made drinks for the two of them, and they were snuggled together on the back seat just enjoying them when he realized that Fred had made a strange turn. When he asked, Ken merely replied that there were a couple of other minor changes. The Carlsons were quite confused when Fred stopped at the security gate of a swank townhouse development and then drove on through. As they passed, Kathy saw the small logo of Pacific Properties, leaned forward and said, "Fred Clark, what is going on? I thought you were taking us home?" "It's just a few more feet," Fred temporized. Then he pulled into the driveway of a townhouse and stopped. Opening the door he said with a grin, "Ali was concerned about the time it takes you to commute. This is about equidistant between the office and UCLA Law School — it shouldn't take more than thirty minutes to get to either place." Then he held out two keys and said, "These are your keys. I think you'll find everything in place." She just shook her head and led the way with Ken following. Fred wasted no time in putting the car in reverse and heading out. Unlocking the front door, they saw the most magnificently furnished town house they could imagine. Going into the kitchen which was equipped with all the gourmet appliances imaginable, they found a long note and two sets of keys. The note from Ali said that they couldn't get Ken's car to move, so with the greatest apologies they hoped he could make do. They went on through and found a dining area, a study, two bedrooms, two baths and a large living room, all spectacularly furnished. In addition there was an exercise room on the second floor in space originally designed to be a third bedroom. In her note Ali had claimed that she had to do it because, while Ginger was getting lots of practice in wardrobe selection, Judy was getting a workout getting the girls in shape and certainly Kathy herself was doing a great deal with her cooking, poor Sandy wasn't able to do a thing with her interior-design and decorating skills. There was a small postscript: "It's all paid for." Ken and Kathy agreed that it was the most marvelous home either could ever imagine. Then Ken looked at his wife, picked her up in his arms and carried her up to the master bedroom. While still in his arms, she pulled off the bedspread and then pulled back the covers. In spite of her size, Ken was able to hold her in just one arm while he used his other hand to undress her and then lay her on the bed. In a moment he was naked and in bed beside her. Although it was eight o'clock, it was only five in Hawaii. After hours of lovemaking during which Ken took her every way, they got up and Kathy used her kitchen for the first time. They agreed, when they were cuddled in bed that night, that it was a perfect end to a perfect honeymoon. ------- At eight-thirty the next morning, Kathy was exiting the Alliance studio complex in her BMW. She realized that she got a near-erotic thrill from driving it and today giggled to herself at the juxtaposition of her appearance and the car. She was wearing well-broken-in, skin-tight Levi's along with a work shirt with the sleeves ripped off, Ginger's attire the day she met her. However, her ragged jeans were resting on the finest upholstery leather money could buy. The thought caused her to giggle again as she headed toward the office. This morning Kathy was on top of the world. Henry Hall had just finished restyling her hair and she was utterly delighted with its appearance. Now there seemed to be far more blonde than brown and the color mix was very attractive. Moreover, Henry had made her feel very good when she complained about her very-ordinary appearance. He just looked at her and asked in what way could her appearance possibly be improved. Since she had no answer, she actually felt good about her appearance for the first time in her entire life. When she entered the office it was after nine o'clock. This time Kathy was prepared, and vowed that she would not be the butt of someone's joke, so she was surprised at Judy's reaction. On the one hand, she jumped to her feet with a beautiful smile on her face and ran around the desk to greet her. On the other hand, she was greeted as Mrs. Carlson. Kathy stood still and raised an eyebrow at Judy who only shrugged and said, "But that's the way I'm supposed to greet a partner, Kathy. You know that." "Partner? What's this 'partner' shit?" Kathy asked with the skepticism heavy in her voice. "It was quite an accomplishment and quite a tribute to you, Kath," Judy replied. "You are the first non-lawyer in California — in modern times, at least — to be allowed to be a full partner of a law firm." Sticking her hand out, she said, "Let me be the first to congratulate you!" She gripped Kathy's hand firmly and then took her in her arms and gave her a loving kiss. When they separated Judy whispered, "It couldn't happen to a nicer guy or a better person than you, Katherine Carlson!" Moving away she said, "By the way, two of your clients are waiting for you in your office." Then lowering her voice to a whisper she added, "It's next to Ali's." The morning was not progressing in anything like the way that Kathy anticipated but she went through the door into the office area. The whole area had been redone in the few weeks she had been away. As Judy had said, there on the wall at the office next to Ali's was an engraved brass plate reading, Katherine Carlson, and below it in much smaller letters, the word Partner. When Kathy walked in, Jim Duffy and Mike Higgins jumped to their feet and took turns taking her into their arms and kissing her. After they did, they stepped back and just looked at her. Jim was the first to speak, saying, "Kathy, I didn't think it was possible, but you've done it. When I first met you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. I didn't believe you could possibly look any better. But today you do! You are utterly spectacular! Never in my life have I seen a woman look so happy or so beautiful. I've heard from Hank Wellington, and I'm delighted that things worked out so well ... And congratulations to the winner of the LPGA Kapalua Open! ... And to the woman who has done more to build Kapalua's business than anyone else in the last ten years." With that he reached into his pocked and gave her a check. It was made out to her personally for $100,000! She went behind her desk and picked up the phone to buzz Ali. As she waited, she looked around and realized her office was the same size and layout as Ginger's. The furnishings were the same beautiful — and very expensive — leather. When Ali picked up her phone, before Kathy could say a word, Ali said, "I don't have the foggiest idea what you should do with the check. On the other hand, I have more than enough money of my own to worry about. It's your problem — you figure it out. Why in hell do you think we elected you a partner, anyway?" With that Ali abruptly hung up leaving Kathy looking at a dead instrument without having been able to say a single word. Putting the receiver back, she came back from behind the desk and took a seat in a side chair while Jim and Mike sat down on the sofa. After Mike complimented her, as well, she looked at them and decided there was something definitely on their minds so she asked them. Jim Duffy was the more garrulous of the two, anyway, and served as the spokesman. He said, "Kathy, it all started the morning you left for Kapalua. You know that Clifford & Jamison has been retained by Pacific Construction — all the Pacific companies, actually — to act for us in all contract matters except those involving Higgins Construction. "Mike and I talked about it and it seemed to be a pretty dumb arrangement. The way we thought to solve it is to do what we probably should have done years ago. You see, I'm a pretty good salesman and promoter while Mike is the very best construction manager in the business. Anyway, we decided to merge Pacific and Higgins on an equal-shares basis. Will you do that for us? The new company is going to be Pacific/Higgins Construction, Properties, or whatever. What do you think?" "I think it's a great idea!" she exclaimed. Then she got her notebook and asked a series of questions. On some points they had immediate answers, while others were obviously matters that had never occurred to them. Kathy helped them think through the positions by explaining the pros and cons of the alternatives. Finally she had all her answers and said, "Now if you two can keep out of trouble for about fifteen minutes, I'll see what I can do." Her computer was set up behind the desk and had her comfortable typing chair in front of it. Sitting down, she called up her word-processing software and her fingers began to fly over the keys. When she finished, she reread the document on the screen, then activated the laser printer to print three copies. Smiling to herself, she first loaded it with the firm's contract bond paper. Returning to the men she gave them each a copy and sat down again in the side chair with her copy and a pen, prepared to make notes on revisions. Jim and Mike carefully read over their copies of the document. As they did, Kathy studied them and decided that they both looked significantly younger than they had only four weeks earlier. Moreover, they both seemed to be much happier — the overtone of sadness she had seen before in them was gone. What happened was a replay of the events at the club. When they finished reading, each took out his pen, signed his copy, exchanged copies and signed the other's. Without a word, Kathy passed over her copy which they each signed while she witnessed their signatures on the other two. When the signing was complete, Jim looked at his watch and said to Mike, "See! I told you she was a quick study. This time it only took thirty minutes end-to-end." Kathy grinned and reminded him that this time she didn't have to drive back and forth to the office. Then the two men stood up, gripped hands, and then took each other in a bear hug. Then they each kissed Kathy again and thanked her. This time she was prepared. The kiss she gave each of them was loaded with goodness and the purest love. Finally, Mike said, "Jim, I told you so! Our attorney is an angel come down to earth. Have you ever had a kiss like that in your life?" Jim agreed that he had not, but then asked if they could get a drink to celebrate. Kathy grinned and called Joan Frederick, explaining what her clients wanted. While Joan was on her way in, Kathy buzzed Ali and asked her to come in, too. When she did, Kathy quickly explained what she had been asked to do and then gave her a copy of the contract to read. Ali sat down in the other side chair and read it through carefully, then read it a second time, and then a third. Finally she just put it down on the table and looked at Kathy attentively. In spite of her earlier vow, she was now nervous, and asked Ali what she thought of it. With her face still passive Ali replied, "It's perfect. Why do you ask? Isn't it supposed to be?" Then she looked at her watch and said, "About thirty minutes?" Kathy nodded. "End to end?" Again Kathy nodded. "How much?" Ali asked. "How much what?" Kathy asked looking puzzled. "Turkey," Ali replied caustically, "it may have escaped your notice, but you have just effected a billion-dollar merger. What do we get?" Kathy was now genuinely flustered and replied, "But Ali, they're clients and we're on retainer ... Do you mean... ? We're supposed to charge... ? Extra?" Jim and Mike cracked up with laughter. Then Jim said, "Mike, I'll split it with you, okay?" His new partner nodded and they each took out their checkbooks and wrote checks for $5 million. They tore them out and flipped them across the coffee table in Kathy's direction. When she picked them up and saw the amounts she almost fainted. Then she stammered, "Ali, these are two checks for $5 million apiece. My God! What do I do?" Looking up at the ceiling, Ali appeared to be doing some mental arithmetic. Finally she grimaced, then nodded and said, "Oh what the hell! I guess we should deposit them. It's pretty cheap, but at a billing rate of $20 million an hour ... I guess we can live." Then she jumped to her feet and went to where Kathy was sitting. Kathy got up and Ali took her in her arms and gave her the most loving kiss Kathy could ever remember. Now Ali's attitude changed completely as she said, "I told the Bar Association and the Supreme Court that you would be an asset to any law firm as a partner. Boy! I didn't know the half of it, did I? Darling, that was as masterful a job as I have ever seen or heard of. It covers absolutely everything! As I said earlier, it's perfect!" She stayed and had a drink with them to celebrate the formation of their new company. Meanwhile, in the lobby two young women were waiting. Although they had been sitting together on the sofa when Kathy came in, she had not noticed them. When they saw her, the girls were scared by her natural beauty. They were Kimberly Moyer and Kristin Callahan, the two girls Jim and Mike had found in the whorehouse the night before Kathy left. The two were very good friends and had come along that morning with Jim and Mike. Although they knew that there was some business to transact first, the instant they saw Kathy they were scared. As their waiting time extended, they became even more scared until finally Kim said, "Kris, let's get out of here. This is never going to work..." Then her head dropped and she began to cry. Judy had already brought orange juice, coffee and sweet rolls out to the girls and noticed how the food had just evaporated. She suspected that the girls had not been eating too regularly. While trying to conceal her curiosity, she had been studying both of them carefully. Both girls were five feet eight. Kimberly Moyer had brown hair with red lights in it making it almost auburn. Kris also had brown hair but with some lighter streaks in it. Both were lightly tanned and were very beautiful young women. Judy estimated their ages as being between twenty-five and thirty. Actually, both were twenty-seven. When she heard what Kim said, she got out of her seat and went over to join them. The girls were sitting nervously side by side on the sofa, so she sat down in a side chair next to them. "Pardon me," she said softly, "but I couldn't help but overhear. I really don't know what you were referring to, but I'm sure whatever it is you want to work out, can be done. And if Kathy Carlson is involved, you can bet your last dime it will be. Please don't leave." Then she added, "Is there anything you might care to tell me?" Then she said, "Why don't you think about it. While you do, let me bring you both something else to eat and get a cup of coffee for myself." Kris looked at the young woman and realized that she was an utterly gorgeous golden blonde with brilliant blue eyes and a perfect figure. Looking into the girl's eyes, all she could see was warmth and friendship. There was nothing even close to morbid curiosity. With a shy smile she asked if she could have some more coffee cake and coffee. Kim asked for the same and Judy disappeared into the conference room to fill the orders. When the door closed behind her, Kris said she thought they should tell the girl about themselves. "If she gets sick or throws us out, Kim, I guess that tells us something about ourselves, doesn't it?" Her friend agreed and they sat nervously fidgeting waiting for the girl to return. When she did, she distributed the coffee and cakes then sat down and said, "My name is Judy Jeffries. I certainly know Mr. Higgins and Mr. Duffy, but I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure of meeting you two." As she said it, she extended a hand in greeting. "I'm Kimberly Moyer and this is my best friend, Kristin Callahan," Kim replied, keeping her hand at her side. Then looking at Judy with tortured eyes she said, "I apologize for appearing so boorish by not shaking hands. However," she said with her chin up, "I'm sure you have no wish to shake hands with two filthy whores!" "No, I guess I don't" Judy agreed, again extending her hand. "But I would like to greet two lovely young women who are visitors to our firm and guests of our most important clients." With a warm smile she added, "Besides, I cannot for one minute buy your characterization of yourselves." This time the girls took Judy's hand and gripped it firmly. Kimberly shook her head sadly and said, "I'm afraid it's completely true, though, Judy. Kris and I lived in a whorehouse. Because we actually appeared in films and TV shows, we got featured billing and commanded top prices." Shaking her head and grimacing, she asked, "Can you imagine inviting a guy to feel your cunt? Asking him to stick his thumb up your vagina? I did. Honestly, I did, and so did Kris. We were part of the meat show. We would go up to the prospective customers to do anything possible to be chosen for a few hours. There, it was anything goes." The girl looked like she was actually about to vomit when she said, "The very memory of what I did sickens me whenever I think about it — and remember, nobody forced me." Shaking her head sadly she said, "Maybe that's why it was so bad. If a girl is raped she knows it was beyond her power to resist. With us, though, it was much worse. The things we did were not what we were told to do but rather things we thought up ourselves. My God! It was like self-rape if there is such a thing." "Well, why are you here today?" Judy asked. "What do you two really want?" "I want Jim Duffy to take me as his mistress," Kimberly replied. "And I want Mike to accept me as his," Kristin chimed in. Then Kimberly asked, "What about you, Judy? Would you sleep with a guy for money? I'll bet you have only slept with guys you cared for, right?" Judy slowly shook her head and smiled sadly saying, "I really can't answer that, Kimberly. You see, I've never slept with a man. I ... I guess I'm still a virgin..." The auburn-haired girl looked at Judy intently and then quietly started to bawl. At the same time Kris turned her back, placed her arm on the sofa back, put her head down and started to cry like her heart would break. Judy was nonplused, but then moved to the sofa and wedged herself between the two girls. Using her strength, she turned Kim around, put the girl's head on her shoulder and slowly stroked her hair as she cried. When the girl sounded like she was cried out, Judy lifted her head and placed her lips on the girl's and kissed her. Suddenly, Kim's eyes opened wide as she realized what was happening. Before she could do anything, though, she could feel the purest love in Judy's kiss. Although she tried to move her head away, Judy was too strong and just held her in position. With her eyes open, she saw Kim's eyes glaze and she slowly eased her back against the sofa and then repeated the process with Kristin. When she finally released the girl, both Kris and Kimmie just looked at her. Finally Kimmie said, "You have never slept with a man? That is what I heard you say, isn't it?" Judy just gave her a half smile and nodded. "Well, how could you possibly kiss us, then? We are absolutely filthy!" Instead of answering directly, Judy said to Kim, "Please just look directly into my eyes." The girl did, and Judy looked deeply into hers. Then Judy repeated it with Kris. Finally, she said, "You two are funny!" "Funny?" the girls exclaimed in unison. "Yes, funny!" Judy insisted. "You want to portray yourselves as hardened prostitutes, but you are anything but. You are very good girls..." Interrupting herself she looked piercingly at Kim and asked, "How many times have you had sex with a man? Total?" "But that's not the point! Men have felt my cunt. I have invited them to squeeze my tits..." "How many times?" Judy insisted. In a voice so low Judy could hardly hear the answer Kimberly said, "Two." Turning to Kris, Judy repeated the question. With her head down, Kris whispered, "Two." "Some prostitutes you two are," Judy said with a laugh. "Four times in your whole lives — and I'll bet half of them were with Jim and Mike. Right?" The girls kept their eyes downcast so Judy raised her voice and repeated, "Right?" Now Judy grinned broadly and said, "I'm sure that Kathy will help you. Now will you both please just relax?" Neither replied, but both did relax against the cushions. As she did, Kris Callahan reviewed the experience of looking into Judy's eyes. There is nothing there but the purest love and goodness, she thought. This girl is really something special. The girls relaxed to await developments. ------- Meanwhile, Ali had one drink and then excused herself. When she left her office, Kathy looked at the men and said, "Okay. What else?" "What do you mean, what else?" Jim asked guilelessly. "Duffy, damn it! Stop screwing around and lay it out!" Kathy demanded. Turning to his new partner, Jim exclaimed, "Shit, Higgins! You didn't tell me that she reads minds, too." Mike Higgins just shrugged and said, "Come off it, Jim! Don't try to act surprised. Of course she reads minds! She's Kathy Carlson, or did you forget?" Jim dropped the pose and told Kathy about Kimberly and Kristin. With his head down — he couldn't look Kathy in the face — he told how they had gone to the whorehouse looking for two girls like her. "No one was really close, but these two girls were awfully nice. We took them to bed ... And took them ... And took them ... It was the most marvelous night either of us have had in years." Looking into Kathy's eyes he said, "The truth of the matter is, Kathy, that they want us to take them as our mistresses." Looking down at the carpet, Duffy's voice dropped to the point that Kathy could scarcely hear him say, "Mike and I want them as our wives." "Okay," Kathy replied, "But I still don't understand what you want me to do." Looking down at the carpet Mike replied softly, "Kathy, the girls know why we picked them out of the lineup: They were the closest we could find to you. Well, being big-mouthed Irishmen, Jim and I had to make an issue out of it — always comparing them to you. You see, they have it in their minds now that the only way we will accept them as our mistresses is if they are acceptably close substitutes ... for you." Now looking up at Kathy he said, "What they want — or hope — is that you will help them reach that level." Then he looked up and asked, "Kathy, would you work with them? Please? Jim and I have a deal to offer. We will pay you $500,000 for six weeks. If, at the end of the period, they agree to marry us, we will pay you an additional $1 million. Agreed?" Kathy looked deeply into Jim's eyes and then into Mike's. She slowly shook her head and said, "No, Jim. I'm sorry. We will not do it on that basis. They may not want to marry you." Then she smiled warmly and said, "I will make you an offer, though. We will work with them for six weeks. Our fee is $1 million, plus any expenses. At the end of that time, we see what happens. You may not like them or they may not like you. Perhaps one will and the other won't." Looking at them with a piercing gaze, she said, "I will not be a party to talking a girl into a marriage she doesn't really want. Nor will I be a party to talking a guy into marrying a girl he doesn't really want." Holding her head up straight Kathy said, "That's my offer, gentlemen. What's your decision?" Jim Duffy stuck his hand out and Kathy gripped it as he said, "I accept!" Then turning to Mike he asked, "Partner, what about you?" Then his face became very serious as he added, "Mike, this is far too important to joke about. I'm not making any recommendation to you, let alone trying to talk you into anything. What's your position?" Mike stuck out his hand to Kathy and gripped hers, noticing again how powerful her grip was. He said, "Kathy, I'll pray for you and for Kris." Then Kathy sat down again and looked at her two clients who she had come to love. She said softly, "Guys, I'm going to make a suggestion — and that's all it is. If those girls are worthy of you, I guarantee that they are going to be spectacular women after six weeks. I urge you to begin to really work out, too, because they are going to amaze you." Looking at Mike, she gave him her warmest smile and said, "Three months ago, I don't think I could have lifted a paring knife over my head without using both hands. I guess I'm in pretty good condition now." As she said it, the two men looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Ignoring their reaction, she continued, "Those two girls are going to be like me. Their physical capabilities will amaze you. Now, will you both please try to get in better shape? You'll feel better, and will really feel better about yourselves." Then Kathy looked thoughtful and said, "You know something? I think we're overlooking a pretty important point." Looking at the two men she said, "We have only been together a matter of maybe four hours over our lifetimes. Yet you want me to remake two girls in my image. The point is, are you sure?" She smiled wryly and said, "The fact is that I'm a lot more muscular than most girls. It's really for two reasons: First and by far the most important is that Ken likes me this way. But second, it's self-defense. He's so big and powerful, if I weren't muscular, he would break me in two." Then looking at the two men she asked, "What do you want your women to look like?" The two men just shook their heads and looked befuddled. It was obvious that they had no idea how to even think about the question she asked. Then with a quick grin, Kathy stood up and shed her clothes saying, "Look, guys, let's play show and tell. I'll do the showing and you do the telling." When she was undressed, the two men's jaws dropped. Jim murmured fervently, "My God! You are a goddess!" Kathy just posed in front of them, realizing that she was now as comfortable in her nudity as Ginger had been the first time they met. She just stood with her back up straight and waited for them to recover. Then she said, "Look, let's take this in pieces, okay? First, my tits." Motioning for them to come to her she said, "My tits are very firm because it's the way Ken likes them. However, I'm sure they are much firmer than a lot of men would like. How about you two?" The men were awestruck and didn't know how to respond. Glaring at Jim, she took his hand and placed it over her tit and said, "Now squeeze." He gently tightened his grip, but only to the point of a light caress. Grimacing, she muttered, "No, damn it! I said squeeze!" Looking into his eyes she added, "Look Jim, I'm not breakable. Really, I'm not." This time he cupped his hand and did squeeze. What he felt was incredibly firm flesh that required no support of any kind. Her nipples were the daintiest pink on a body that was all-over dark gold. Finally he replied that she had the most perfect tits he could ever imagine. Turning to Mike she asked, "How about my ass? My buns are small and firm. Possibly too firm ... Do you like them?" Embarrassed, he but his hand tentatively on her asscheek as if it were a hot stove. Glaring at him she exclaimed, "Michael Higgins, damn it! Squeeze! ... Hard!" This time he did squeeze and realized there was nothing but the most satin-smooth skin over finely-toned muscles. All he could do was murmur appreciatively, "Wow!" After going over all of her features, they concluded that Kathy was perfection. After telling them they had their taste in their feet she asked, "What about minor things? Pubic hair, for instance. Ken likes it and has threatened to take off my head if I do anything to mine, but what about you two? I have seen girls who pluck all theirs out so they are as smooth as a baby. What do you think?" The answer was that the two were almost too embarrassed even to look. When they did, they both noticed the sharp line of demarcation between her lush muff and her satin-smooth skin. When they asked about it, she told them about the Trangs and how they had carefully pulled out all the stray hairs leaving a dense bush but leaving her utterly hairless below. By this time the two men were in a state approaching collapse. Finally they both agreed that it was up to Kathy, but as close to her as possible was what they wanted. She just shook her head with a wry grin and slipped on her bikini. Then Jim and Mike left the office to get the girls who by then had been waiting for hours. ------- Chapter 26 When the men left her office, Kathy slipped into her bikini and put her shirt on but left it unbuttoned. With a small smile, she remembered it was exactly the way Ginger had looked on the day they first met, wearing her shirt like a vest. Running her hands lightly over her breasts and belly she was now reasonably satisfied. Where just a few months ago there had been only softness and flab, now there were only hard muscles under satin-smooth golden skin. Her phone rang with its characteristic intercom ring. Picking it up she heard Judy's voice, pitched very low saying, "Kath, those two girls coming back to see you are starving to death — literally. Please keep it in mind when you time your break for lunch. There are some nice steaks I took out to defrost..." The door opened and Kathy put the receiver down. Rising to her feet, she came out from behind her desk with her hand extended in greeting. As she stood there the two girls just gaped with their jaws dropping. Then Kris turned back toward the door to escape, but Kathy was too quick. "Where are you going, young lady?" Kathy demanded. "We haven't even been introduced." Her hands were still at her side and tears were in her eyes as she said, "I am Kristin Callahan, Mrs. Carlson. I apologize for wasting your time." Kathy took the girl in her arms, then using her great strength forced Kris's chin up and softly kissed her. The girl's eyes widened as she felt the flow of love from Kathy's lips. Her arms just waved in the air for a few moments, then almost involuntarily she wrapped them around Kathy and hugged. Finally, Kathy released her hold and stepped back again with her hand out and said, "How do you do, Kristin Callahan. I'm Kathy Carlson and after that kiss I know I'm delighted to meet you." The girl extended her hand and Kathy took it in a very firm grip. Turning to Kim she said, "You must be Kimberly Moyer. Are you going to give me a hard time, too, or will you just give me a kiss without making a fight out of it?" The redhead didn't know what to do but she found herself moving towards Kathy. Kathy took her in her arms and kissed her the same way she had kissed Kris, with the purest love flowing from her lips. Like her friend, Kim put her arms around Kathy and hugged while she just felt the most incredible sensation flow from her lips through her entire body. They released, shook hands, and the girls sat down on the sofa — or more accurately, collapsed — with Jim and Mike sitting beside them. The girls seemed to be huddled together for mutual support. Sitting down in a side chair, Kathy smiled warmly at the girls and then said, "Kris, you were about to run out. Why?" The girl slowly shook her head and said softly, "Because I realized what we wanted to do is impossible." "But what is that you want to do?" Kathy persisted. "I want to become Michael Higgins mistress," she said holding her head up straight. "But to do that I have to become as close to you as possible." Again tears appeared at the corners of her eyes as she added, "But seeing you — particularly that way ... It's utterly out of the question." Turning to Kimberly, Kathy asked the same question and the girl replied, "I want to be James Duffy's mistress." But she looked defiant as she continued, "But, Mrs. Carlson, Kris is absolutely right! There's absolutely no way we could ever even be close to the woman you are." Kathy stood up and said, "This may be a little tougher than I thought." Turning to Duffy, she said, "Jim, would you and Mike please kiss these two young women goodbye and disappear for about six weeks?" Then pretending to glare at the two men she added, "And don't you dare forget what I told you!" She watched carefully as they rose to their feet while the two girls did, too. Jim took Kimberly into his arms and proceeded to kiss her soundly while Kathy smiled inwardly, seeing the electricity just flow between them. Glancing at Mike who was kissing Kris she saw the same thing. Finally Jim whispered, "Kimmie, just do what Kathy asks. You'll do just fine." Then he added, "I happen to think you're a pretty neat girl." When the two men said goodbye to Kathy and let themselves out, she picked up her phone and buzzed Ginger's office. While she was waiting for Ginger to pick up she said, "Why don't you two get undressed. I want to see what you look like." When Ginger answered the phone, she sounded sleepy and Kathy said, "For heaven's sake, partner, why don't you do your sleeping on your own time." She grinned at Ginger's retort and held the receiver away from her ear. When Ginger quieted down, Kathy said, "Ging, could you come in here, please. I need some help." A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Ginger let herself in. The two girls were now naked, standing side by side. Although they wanted to cover their breasts and loins, seeing Kathy so relaxed and remembering what they had been, they did nothing. Nevertheless, their hands were nervously fluttering. When Ginger extended her hand in greeting, the girls just put theirs behind their backs and smiled. Kathy said, "Ging, the redhead is Kimberly Moyer and the dirty blonde is Kristin Callahan." Then she brightened and added, "Say! I'll bet they could help you, too. I know Charley wants you to get a job nights so he can get some sleep. Kim and Kris are former prostitutes and there are a couple of openings in their house now, so..." Ginger pretended to frown at Kathy but then just shook her head with a small smile on her face. "Kath," she asked, "could you please take off that vest and those pants? Please?" Kathy had her back to her desk and quickly dropped her bikini and slipped off her unbuttoned shirt. Then she just relaxed against the desk-top with her back up straight. Without saying a word, Ginger picked up Kathy's phone, hit seven numbers quickly and waited. When the phone was answered, her first words were, "Charley Conrad, I demand an annulment!" Pretending to cry, she continued, "As if it wasn't bad enough when Ali came home from her honeymoon, now Kathy's back, and it's even worse. Charles Conrad, I was miserable! I must have hated you. This girl just sits here on the edge of her desk radiating happiness, goodness and incredible beauty." She finished by wailing, "Charley, I want my money back!" Without waiting for Charley even to say a word, she hung up. Then she took Kathy in her arms and proceeded to kiss her. The mutual love just flowed between the two women in rivers. Finally, she eased away and said, "Katherine Carlson, you are incredible!" Shaking her head she added, "Between you and Ali, believe it or not, now I really couldn't chose." Looking straight into Kathy's eyes she added, "And you know what I think of Ali, too!" Then with a small smile she asked, "Now that the preliminaries are over, what can I do for you?" "Ginger, first, the reason these girls didn't shake your hand is that, having been prostitutes, they are certain you would not care to contaminate yourself by even touching them. But second, they aspire to be Mike's and Jim's mistresses. To do that they're trying to become as much like me as they can, and they're convinced it's an impossible task. The reason I asked you to come in is to tell them what I was like when you first met me ... What? Less than three months ago?" Grinning, she took Ginger's hand and put it on her tit and asked Ginger to squeeze. Then she said, "Ging, how does it compare, then to now?" Before she answered Ginger asked the two girls to come over and stand on each side of Kathy. Although the girls were clearly embarrassed, having made such an issue of having been prostitutes and being felt up by any man in the house, there was nothing they could do. Standing nude, both girls were beautiful. They had slim figures with beautiful breasts. Their posture was very good and they had light all-over tans. Cupping one of each girl's tits in her hand, Ginger seemed to weigh them, then lightly squeezed them. Although reasonably firm they were both much softer than Kathy's. Then Ginger looked at Kathy and asked, "How much time do you have? It's six weeks, isn't it?" Kathy just nodded. With a big smile she said, "That's plenty of time." Then looking at the girls she said, "When I first saw Kathy her skin was the color of library paste... dry library paste! Her posture was a disgrace — she hunched her shoulders and her boobs sagged." Then she shook her head and said, "Boobs, hell! They were bags. They just flopped all over the place." Then she ran her fingers lightly over Kathy's flat belly, then around to her ass and finally down her thighs. "I wouldn't think of doing what I just did. There was only lard covering everything." Looking at Kimberly she said, "Please run your fingers over Kathy's body and tell me what you feel." The girl did and her eyes widened. She did it again, concentrating on her shoulders, upper arms, and thighs. Finally Kim softly whistled and said, "I don't believe it! There's nothing here but the most incredibly solid mass of muscle covered by the most satin-smooth skin I've ever seen or touched." Looking into Kathy's eyes she said, "That's how you won the golf tournament, isn't it? You are incredibly muscled and strong, aren't you?" Then turning to Ginger she said, "Now would you please knock off the bullshit! There is no way this girl could look the way you described her and be the way she is today. It just couldn't be done!" "Yes it could, and yes it was," Kathy interjected. "All you have to do is to want to do it badly enough. I guess I did." Looking at the two girls she asked, "Do you? Is it important enough to you to succeed?" The girls immediately agreed that it was. Glancing at her watch, Kathy realized that it was almost eleven-thirty, and she remembered what Judy had said. Slipping on her clothes, she motioned for the girls to get dressed, too. As she headed for the door Kris said, "We're forgetting something, I'm afraid. How much is this going to cost us?" Kathy, who was about to head out the door, was startled. This was a factor she had never even considered. When she remembered Ali joking about the girls paying the men a thousand dollars out of their pockets, she realized they were fiercely independent, so she felt she couldn't tell them everything was already paid for. She stopped and just looked at Kris who continued, "The top spas charge thousands of dollars a week — and clearly they don't accomplish a fraction of what you do. For example, I got the impression that you're going to try to teach us to cook, too. Is that right?" Kathy just slowly nodded her head. The girl raised her head up straight and said, "Unfortunately, Kim and I can only afford one thousand dollars a week apiece ... And that's not nearly enough..." The girl dissolved into tears and collapsed back on the sofa, crying her heart out. Kathy asked quietly, "Could you borrow some money from Mike and Jim... ?" The girl suddenly spun around on the sofa and, in unison with Kimberly, exclaimed, "Hell, no!" Then she added, "If we can't get into condition to be mistresses the guys can be proud of by ourselves, we'll just get out of their lives." Then Kim said, "I have an idea." Standing up as straight as she could, she said, "Kris and I will be your slaves for the next six weeks, Mrs. Carlson. We will do anything you wish ... Anything! Do you understand?" Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she continued, "I'm not much, and neither is Kris. But ... but I'm great with anything mechanical, and she's a mathematical whiz. She's an accountant, bookkeeper ... Anything with numbers, she can do." Then she went to Kris and whispered in her ear, then, when the girl nodded her head vigorously, she stood up again and added, "If ... If we could sleep in your apartment — on the floor, or something — we could handle an extra $1,500 over six weeks. Would that be all right?" "But surely the guys will give you some money if..." Kathy began but was immediately interrupted. "No!" Kris exclaimed. "Absolutely not!" Then she just shook her head and added, "I guess maybe we weren't very clear when we said we wanted to be their mistresses. You see, I guess we forgot that those women are usually kept with the guy paying for everything, aren't they?" Kathy nodded and the girl continued with a wry smile, "We aren't like that. What we mean is that we will be available to Jim and Mike anytime for any purpose. But we will be covering our own expenses." Then, with a wry grin, she added, "I guess we would have been eating more regularly if we accepted their money, and, God knows, they've offered us enough. In fact," she said with a smile that now had some real humor in it, "I guess we would have been eating more regularly if we hadn't been spending so damned much money sending their gifts back to them!" By now Kathy had seen enough. It was obvious from the way the two kissed their men that they were deeply in love. Furthermore, it was equally clear that they were as far from being gold-diggers as it was possible to be. When she had seen them nude, she realized that they were truly beautiful girls, and listening to them talk, it was clear that they were very much worth getting to know even better. Swallowing hard she said, "Okay, it's a deal! Can we shake on it?" Kris jumped up from the sofa with her hand outstretched and Kathy gripped it hard, then repeated it with Kimberly. Then she said, "Does the slavery start right now?" When the girls nodded tentatively, Kathy grinned and said, "In that case, take off all your clothes and leave them here. You will be serving at lunch today, and my preferred uniform for you two is nudity. Okay?" The two girls just smiled weakly but shed their clothes again and went over to the conference room. Kathy was inwardly amused watching the two girls' naked bodies move. It was obvious to her that they were very uncomfortable with their nudity, yet at the same time, because they had stressed how amoral and evil they were and had been, they felt they couldn't say anything about it. Kathy's initial feeling that they were very good girls had been reinforced by the loving kisses she had exchanged with them and now became a virtual certainty as she watched them move. When Kathy went through the refrigerator, she found a marvelous onion soup that Judy had made the day before. Judy came in, showed the girls where everything was kept, and said that there would be seven for lunch: Ali, Ginger, Kathy, Joan and herself, plus Kris and Kim. After trying the soup, Kathy complimented Judy on it and then added some particular herbs and spices, poured it into crocks, floated toast on top, covered the toast with gruyère cheese and put them under the broiler. Then she began on the salad and pommes soufflé. By this time the others began drifting in for lunch. Joan opened the bar and took drink orders which the girls served. Kathy insisted they sit down and eat their soup before it became cold and noticed how it just evaporated. Clearly, Judy's observation was correct: The girls were starving. When they finished eating, Kim said, "Mrs. Carlson, that luncheon was utterly unbelievable! There is no finer food to be had in Los Angeles." Then looking skeptical she added, "You're really going to try to teach Kris and me to cook... ? Like this?" "I'm sure going to try pretty hard," Kathy replied, and added, "However! I've about had it up to here with the Mrs. Carlson bullshit. The name is Kathy, remember?" Holding her head up straight Kris said, "We understand, Mistress. However, slaves may not call their masters by their first names ... Ever! We will call you Mistress and Mr. Carlson, Master, if that is acceptable." Kathy just shook her head, but finally nodded. As the people were getting ready to leave the table, Ali tapped on her glass for attention. When the girls were all looking at her she said, "A month ago or so we began what I guess will now have to be considered a tradition here at Clifford & Jamison. When I returned from my honeymoon, my fellow partner who should remain nameless challenged me to take off my clothes and I did. When she took off her own, the wear and tear she has been suffering in the bedroom became painfully obvious to us all." At that point Ginger stuck out her tongue and Ali commented, "You all noticed, I hope, that when she has no answer to a comment, Ginger resorts to ad hominem attacks. In her case, given her limited vocabulary, it takes the form of non-verbal communication: sticking out her tongue." At that Ginger grinned ruefully and just shook her head while the other girls all howled with laughter at Ali's quip. "At any rate," Ali continued, "as you all know, we now have a brand-new partner, Kathy Carlson. Moreover, as coincidence would have it, she, too, has just returned from her honeymoon. Shall we see if she has a body that we can consider partnership material?" The girls all cheered so Ali looked at Kathy and said, "Okay, partner. Strip!" Rising from her chair, in just an instant Kathy was bare, displaying her magnificent golden body. Then she thought she should do something more and thought of her namesake, Kathy Conroy. At that Kathy started to do a continuous cartwheel that took her completely around the long conference table. When she returned to her starting point, without a break, she stopped the cartwheel while on one hand and then, with her body extended straight up, walked on her hands around the table again. This time, when she got back to her seat, she arched her back and lowered her body until her nipples touched the carpet, then, using the enormous power in her upper arms and shoulders, flipped herself into a high backward somersault, coming down with her feet together. The girls had watched her performance in mounting amazement. When she was finished, there was applause and cheering from them all. Finally Ali said, "I give up!" Looking around the room she just shook her head and said, "Women have no upper-body strength. Everyone knows that, right? That being true, how in hell can she do what she just did?" Then shaking her head with feigned sadness, she added, "Well, I guess now we all know how she got the double-eagle ten days ago — it's pretty easy to see where her power comes from." Then Ali went around the table, took Kathy in her arms and kissed her, then put her arm around her waist and said, "What do you think? Does she qualify as a partner?" The verdict was a rousing and unanimous affirmative. Finally Kathy said, "Thank you all, very much. As you all know, had it not been for Clifford & Jamison I wouldn't have a husband anymore, let alone be returning from the most magnificent honeymoon a woman has ever had." Then with a wry grin she looked at Ali and added, "On the other hand, what a hell of a thing to do to yourself on a full stomach! My lovely lunch is still rolling around down there." The girls all cracked up with laughter and then headed back to work. After the conference room was put back in order, Kathy picked up Judy and took Kris and Kim down to the health club. Although she tried to conceal it from the girls, they saw her write a check for $3,000 covering a one-year deluxe membership for each of them. As they walked toward the lockers, Kris said, "Mistress, we have no money left at all. Could we pay you in three months? With interest at 18 percent?" Kathy just stopped in the hallway and said, "Kris and Kim, I want you to know that Mike and Jim are two of the luckiest men in the world. Although we only met for the first time a few hours ago, it's already plain to see that you two are very special young women." Then, with a very warm smile, she added, "I only hope the guys prove worthy of your love." As they resumed their walk to the lockers, Kris and Kim exchanged looks. They didn't know what Kathy was talking about. They began the same way Kathy had, on the exercise machines. Their eyes bugged as they saw the weight that Kathy was moving so easily and at the same time saw her muscles bulge from the exercise. Judy winked at Kathy and whispered, "They're exactly like you were, Kath, in terms of basic equipment. Those girls are going to be in the same class you're in, and I really think they can do it in less than six weeks." With a grin she added, "They are in much better shape to start with than you were." After working on the machines, the girls went to the pool. This time, when Judy and Kathy raced, it was Judy who was left behind as Kathy just sped back and forth in the pool. Kim and Kris dove in and started to swim but couldn't complete a single lap in the time it took Kathy and Judy to swim two. Judy took the girls aside and gave them pointers. Back in the pool again, they were moving much faster, thanks to the tips Judy had given them. While Judy was working with the girls on their swimming, Kathy took the opportunity to call the law school and leave a message for Ken to call Ali at the office. Then she called Ali and briefed her on what had happened with the girls and what she had agreed to. Finally she said, "Ali — partner — I'm afraid you're going to have to break the news to Ken that he'll have to put up with a couple of new body slaves for the next six weeks." Then with a chuckle she added, "Ali, what is the poor man going to do? For the last three weeks he's been lavished with all the attention the Trang sisters could give him, and now he's got a new cast of characters." Trying to control her giggling, Ali could only say, "The poor man! What a way to treat a hero." The girls spent the whole afternoon in the club, finishing in a near-daze as their muscles rebelled against the harsh treatment. Notwithstanding, like Kathy, the girls refused to quit, but they were so exhausted at the end that Judy and Kathy had to give them showers while supporting them to keep them from collapsing. Then they gave them massages. Kathy worked on Kris. As she did, although the girl was nearly asleep, she emitted involuntary screams of pain whenever Kathy pressed too hard on one of her tortured muscles. When they finished, Judy winked at Kathy and they left the girls on the tables covered with light blankets while they went off to the canteen for Cokes. Returning an hour later, the girls were still sleeping soundly. Taking the blanket from Kris, Kathy gave one of her ass cheeks a hard pinch. The girl screamed and almost threw herself off the table, but Kathy was there to catch her. "Awake now?" Kathy asked with a grin. The girl grinned ruefully and asked, "Was it this bad for you, Mistress? My body is aching in places I didn't even know I had places." "You'll do beautifully, Kris," Kathy replied giving her a warm kiss. Then they told the girls to get dressed in Levi's and work shirts that they had brought with them. Since it was almost five, Kathy said it was time to head home and then led the girls to her car in the garage. When Kim saw it, she let out a low whistle and got in the passenger seat while Kris got in back. In the rear-view mirror Kathy could see Kris pull down the center armrest and almost instantly go back to sleep. Clearly, Kim was impressed with the car, and exclaimed delightedly when the engine came to life. As Kathy was about to put the car in reverse, she saw a frown on Kimberly's face. The girl asked her to pop the hood, which Kathy did, even though she had no idea what the girl was thinking about. It was clear that Kim knew far more about the BMW than Kathy did. Going to the trunk, she opened it and then accessed a tool kit attached to the bottom of the trunk lid — a tool kit Kathy didn't even know was there. Taking a screwdriver, she went to the engine compartment. After lifting the hood, the girl reached down to the engine and turned a screw slightly. She motioned to Kathy to step on the gas lightly which she did. After listening to the engine for a few moments, the girl smiled to herself and nodded. Closing the hood she returned the tool to its position in the trunk, got back into the car and grinned. "What was that all about?" Kathy asked, puzzled. "One of the main engine settings was slightly off," Kim replied softly as she leaned back in the seat. "But how did you know?" Kathy persisted. With a shrug Kim replied, "I could hear it clearly, and it's really easy to adjust." At that point, Kris spoke up quietly from the back seat. Glancing in the mirror, Kathy saw that the girl's eyes were still closed. "Mechanical things talk to Kimberly," she said. "Don't worry about it." "And numbers talk to Kris," Kim added. "Don't worry about that, either." All Kathy knew was that the car seemed to have even more power than it usually did. Meanwhile, Kim reclined her seat and just listened to the powerful engine purr. Both girls were sound asleep when Kathy eased it into her side of the two-car garage under their townhouse. As soon as she shut off the engine, Kim woke up with a start and realized where they were. The girl stretched luxuriantly and then punched Kris on the thigh saying, "Okay, sleeping beauty! It's time for us to go to work." Kris woke up, looked around, and got out of the car. Going up the front steps Kathy was amused as she realized that she knew scarcely anything more about the house than the girls did. All she and Ken had done the previous night when they arrived was to make love and go to sleep. At the door, there was a very large florist's box which she picked up and carried in with the girls following. Going straight to the kitchen, she opened it and found three dozen long-stemmed roses and a card which said, "A dozen long-stemmed American Beauties for three long-stemmed American beauties, with all our love, Jim and Mike." Before the girls could say anything, Kathy said, "Just remember, before you start throwing things out or sending them back, twelve of these are mine!" Then she said, "Incidentally, you two sleeping beauties probably didn't notice, but this is a Pacific/Higgins property, so if you don't like it..." They walked around the townhouse apartment with the girls admiring everything about it. When they went into the second bedroom, Kris asked if she and Kim could borrow a couple of blankets. When Kathy asked what they wanted blankets for, the girl replied that since they would be sleeping in the kitchen, they would like a blanket, but, of course, it wasn't necessary. With a shake of her head Kathy replied, "Look, girls, I hate to break the news to you so crudely, but this room is yours. I'm afraid you'll just have to make do." Then Kathy reviewed what she wanted them to do as house slaves, beginning with being nude at all times. Although the girls' eyes widened, they said nothing. At six-thirty when they heard another car enter the garage beneath them, the two girls took their indicated positions at the front door. ------- Chapter 27 When Ken opened the door, he was grateful that Kathy had been able to warn him through Ali. There were two naked girls kneeling by the door waiting for him. After closing the door, the auburn-haired girl said, "Good evening, Master. I am Slave Kimberly and this is Slave Kristin. We are here to serve you in any way you may wish." Looking up into his eyes she asked, "Would you like to discipline us now?" He saw the girls were looking up at him with expressions on their faces that he couldn't read. Sensing there was more to her question than there seemed, he said he would. At that Kim reached down to the floor beside her and picked up an object which she handed to him. "It's a cat-o'-nine-tails," she said softly. "I think I made it properly. You will see, Master, that the ends have been knotted to provide more bite." Looking at the object, Ken realized it was made from a length of heavy rope which was still intact as it formed the handle. Beyond the handle, it had been carefully unwoven to provide nine separate strands, each over three feet long. Where the strands came together into the original rope, they had been spliced to ensure that they did not unravel further. As she had said, there were small knots tied at the end of each strand which would cut their bodies to pieces. Although he was utterly appalled at what he was holding, he decided to continue the act a bit longer and said, "Kimberly, I want you to bend over backward and hold on to your ankles. Kris, kneel as close to Kimberly as you can so your back parallels her chest and belly. That way I won't have to swing this thing so many times." Kimberly immediately did what she was told, but Kris looked up at him and asked, "Master, I would like to accept discipline for both of us. My body cuts easier, but it heals faster, too." Looking at him, he could see tears in the corners of her eyes. "Please, Master?" she pleaded. "Don't you dare... !" Kim exclaimed, then quickly added, "I'm so sorry, Master! But please, don't listen to her. I'm much stronger than she is and should accept the discipline for us both. I'm sorry I didn't offer to do so in the beginning..." She stopped slowly as Ken went down on one knee. Having just returned from law school, he was wearing khaki pants, a white button-down shirt and a sports jacket. He looked at Kim and said, "Bend down over my knee." Her eyes widened but she immediately did as he said. She lay over his knee facing to his left and he spanked her right cheek ten times hard. Then he motioned for her to get up and bend over the other way, and he spanked her ten more times on the left. Each time his hand came down he could hear a muffled gasp of pain but she didn't cry out. When he finished, he said that she could get off his knee but then told her to kneel again where she had been. When she did, he saw a trickle of blood flowing from her mouth where she had bitten her lip hard to keep from screaming. Motioning to Kris, he repeated the spanking with her. When he finished her spanking, Kris knelt down in front of him and took his right hand in both of hers. Looking up at him, he could see tears streaming from her eyes, but she kissed his hand and licked his palm saying, "Thank you, Master, for disciplining me. I hope you didn't hurt your hand." As she spoke, blood began to stream from her mouth. Like Kim, Kris had not made a sound except an involuntary gasp each time he struck her. Kneeling down in front of her, Ken took the girl in his arms and hugged her naked body. The instant he did the girl broke down and began to cry. He held her tightly and could hear her sobbing, "Oh God, it hurts so much!" At that Ken lifted her head from his shoulder and moved her lips to his. He kissed her, and the girl could feel pure love flowing from him to her although it was completely devoid of any passion. As he kissed her he could taste the salty blood in her mouth. When he relaxed his hold, the girl sank back on her heels in spite of the intense pain she felt as much of her weight rested on her bruised buns. She just looked at him with her hand in front of her mouth. Then motioning to Kimberly, he did the same thing to her. As he was about to release her, Kathy came into the hallway and grinned at him. Ken looked up at her and his jaw dropped. Kathy was wearing a red bodice with gold chains around her neck and gold bracelets on both arms. Heavy gold earrings hung from her ears and, to his utter astonishment she was wearing eye shadow along with lipstick in the same shade of red as her bodice. However, the bodice rose to just below her nipples which had been reddened with the same shade, as were her cunt lips which were also fully revealed. The bodice ended at the flare of her hips and she was wearing nothing else. He jumped to his feet, swept her into his arms and melted his lips to hers. Their intense love and passion flowed between them as Ken realized that, having been apart since breakfast, it was their longest separation in weeks. Then he realized that Kathy's lipstick was cherry flavored. When he mentioned it, she grinned and told him that that had been the biggest problem. "I could easily find the correct shade in strawberry," she said, "But I know you like cherry." Then she pulled back and asked, "How do you like my dress? Now that we have a pair of house slaves I can take the time to dress for dinner. Aren't you pleased?" Meanwhile, the girls had been watching the intense love flow between the young couple. When Kathy and Ken parted, he looked down at his trousers and saw that his right pants leg was wet where the girl's cunts had been in contact with it. "Are you sure these two girls are housebroken?" he asked Kathy with a grin. She just shrugged and led him to the living room while the girls got to their feet. Following earlier instructions from Kathy, they went to the kitchen while Kathy sat Ken in the most comfortable chair and then sat down across his lap. Grinning at her he asked, "Aren't you a bit ... overdressed?" She repeated what she had said earlier that the house-slaves made a difference. In the meantime, the girls had carried out drinks and then knelt on the floor holding trays of canapés in easy reach. In spite of their obvious pain, the girls rested their buns on the backs of their legs. "Why did you want to be beaten?" Ken asked the girls quietly. Holding her head up straight, Kris replied simply, "Because we are evil." At that Kathy interjected, "Ken, there's something you should know. The two girls are here to try to become as much like me as they can so they can become Jim and Mike's mistresses. The evil that Kris referred to consisted of sleeping with men twice in their lives. They had more sexual experience in a single night with Jim and Mike than they had the rest of their lives combined." With a small grin she added, "Don't believe everything they try to sell you." Turning to the girls she said, "Kris, the only man that ever picked you from the lineup at the whorehouse was Mike, right?" The girl nodded affirmatively. "And yet you and Kim had to be the most beautiful girls there. Why?" Then with a warm smile she answered her own question, "I'll bet you ten dollars to ten cents it's because, until Mike appeared, you didn't like any of the men. I'll bet your cunt was as dry as a desert. You say you urged men to put their fingers into your vagina. I'll bet they couldn't, could they?" "But that's not the point," Kris protested. "I was really trying to sell my body to them." "The hell you were!" Kathy exclaimed. "You are two of the nicest, sweetest, warmest women alive. You couldn't possibly have done it. Right?" When the girl looked like she was about to temporize again, Kathy insisted, "Right?" Reluctantly Kris nodded her head. Later, the girls served the magnificent dinner that Kathy had prepared. When they were finished, Ken carried Kathy up to the bedroom while the girls took care of the dishes and cleaned up. Later when they came into the bedroom, they found Kathy in continuous orgasm. They just watched in utter amazement. This time, though, with an intense effort of will Kathy retained consciousness. After Ken ate out her cunt, she was resting with her head on his shoulder and just looking at the girls. Remembering the punishment they had suffered, she got out of bed and, overcoming their protests, insisted that they take turns on the massage table while she carefully put a painkilling ointment on their terribly bruised buttocks. Calling Ken over while she gently worked on Kris she asked, "What were you trying to do? Kill them?" Then with a wry grin she added, "I guess I'll have to handle the discipline around here myself." When she finished, the girls started back to their own room but Kathy stopped them. "Come back here, you two!" she ordered. Then she told them that she and Ken had become used to having supple warm bodies on both sides of them each night. She told Kris to warm her while Kim would sleep on Ken's left side. When Kris got in beside her, Kathy leaned over and kissed the girl softly. As she did, she realized how sweet the girl's lips were and how clean and fresh her body was. In moments they were all asleep. The next morning, rather than going directly to the office, Kathy drove to the construction site where she and Ken had been working. As usual, she and the girls were wearing Levi's and work shirts. They found that the collapsed sewer had been repaired and the construction work had resumed. She also found Tony Rossi there, along with his daughter-in-law, Mickey. Although he was supposed to be in a wheelchair he was hobbling around on crutches despite Mickey's protests, claiming the wheelchair couldn't handle the rough ground at a construction site. After introducing Kris and Kim to Mike, he was interrupted by a worker complaining about a particular four-wheel-drive pickup truck. The truck in question looked new and was painted yellow with the new green Pacific/Higgins logo on each door. When he heard what the man had to say, Tony exclaimed, "Call a towing company and tell them to take that piece of shit on four wheels to the nearest crusher! I never want to see that ... that... !" Words failed him in a search for a sufficiently terrible noun to describe the truck. At that point Kimberly spoke up. "Mr. Rossi, if you're serious about getting rid of it, could I have it? At the very least I'll take the responsibility of getting it off the job myself." Tony quickly agreed, then turned his attention back to Kathy. He looked at her and pronounced her the most beautiful girl in the world. Looking at his daughter-in-law he said, "I'm sorry, Mickey, but I cannot tell a lie. She really is even more beautiful than you are. And you know I think you are one of God's most perfect creations!" Mickey kissed him softly full on the lips and said, "Dad, you're right." But then, with the most loving smile Kathy had ever seen, she added, "But remember, Dad, we all owe our very lives to her ... And I owe her all my future happiness. Without her..." Tears began to flow from Tony's eyes as he looked at Kathy and said, "She's absolutely right, you know. Madonna, not only did you save my life but you introduced me to one of the most perfect people in the world, my own daughter." Tears were flowing from his eyes in twin streams as he continued, "You wouldn't believe what this girl has done for me. She is a superb cook, a loving wife, and soon to be a world-class mother — making me a grandfather." He took Kathy's hand and kissed her fingers saying, "And we owe it all to you." Looking around, they didn't see the girls. Then Kathy saw them coming out of the portable toilets and called them over. It turned out that they had just finished cleaning them all. Kris pointed out that one of the first things they had learned about Kathy was how she had worked up to her elbows in shit. "If you could do it, Mistress, as pure as you are, Kimberly and I can certainly do it, as filthy as we are." The girls then went over to the truck that Tony had given Kim. Kathy walked over to watch. Kimberly borrowed some tools and began to work on the vehicle. She learned that it was almost impossible to start, but even when it finally did start, it was prone to stalling at the worst possible moments. Kathy watched in amazement as the girl sat behind the wheel and it started up for her instantly. Getting out of the cab she opened the hood and listened to the engine for a few moments, then took some tools and dove into the engine compartment. After making a few adjustments, the engine which had been running very rough began to purr. The girl spent an hour on the vehicle working on the brakes, the transmission and the transfer case. Finally she borrowed a hose and carefully washed it. When she finished, it was shining and running better than it ever had since the day it was built. With a smile Kimberly told Kathy that now she could reclaim her own tools which were in a cargo-bed tool box stored at a friend's. Kathy learned that the girl had owned a pickup but had sold it when they liquidated all of their assets to raise the money for their training. Kathy told the girls she was going back to the office since they now had their own transportation. That afternoon, she received a phone call from Tony. He told her that Kimberly was a mechanical wonder-woman. She had gone from one piece of machinery to another making slight adjustments on each one. By the time she left, every piece of equipment was running better than brand new. Moreover, he reported, while Kimberly was working on the machinery, Kristin was going over the books and records. After only a few hours she gave him a list of things to change and do, including keeping an eye on two subcontractors she suspected were ripping off the company. Each day thereafter, Kris and Kim would spend the morning on a different Pacific/Higgins job site. They would begin by cleaning the toilets and then Kim tuned up the equipment while Kris went over the books and records. Nevertheless, the girls were always back at the office in time to help prepare lunch and serve it. In the afternoon, they worked out under the watchful eyes of Judy and usually Kathy, too. At home, Kathy and Ken came to love the two girls. They were physically developing at a truly astonishing rate. After just a few days, they found that the girls were both expert card players so they began to play Bridge after dinner. Late in the first week, Kim asked if Kathy and Ken played Poker. The couple looked at each other and shook their heads. Kris grinned and said that she and Kim would be delighted to teach them. Afterward, they alternated between Bridge and Poker played for matches. After two weeks of that, one Thursday night, Kris suggested they play for something else. That night, all three women were naked while Ken was wearing his khaki pants and a shirt. Kris suggested Strip Poker. Looking down at her nude body, Kathy asked with a wry grin, "And what, exactly, am I supposed to strip? My skin?" "No, Mistress," Kris replied. "If you lose, you must do something the winner demands. It will be easy and painless. If Kim or I lose, we will be beaten by our master." Looking at Ken she added, "Master, you haven't yet used the cat-o'-nine-tails that we so carefully made that first day." Ken just shook his head, but they agreed to play. They already knew that the two girls were very good. It came as no surprise to Kathy when she and Ken lost badly. Previously, they had agreed to stop playing at eleven. When the time came, Kathy looked at them and said, "We lost. Now what did we lose?" Kris grinned at her lasciviously and replied, "Mistress, you are going to go down on our master. You will knead his beautiful balls and make him cum as much as he possibly can, but you cannot drink it. Instead, you must shoot it all over your body: your face, your breasts, your belly..." "I don't understand," Kathy protested. "It will be such a waste! What happens then?" "Then Kris and I get to lick it off your glorious body, Mistress," Kim replied. Kathy frowned, raised an eyebrow and shook her head resignedly. Then she undressed Ken, knelt in front of him, and began to work on his now fully-erect cock. In just a few minutes of manipulation she could feel he was about to spend. Taking the cock out of her mouth, she used it like a hose and aimed it at her face and then down her body, while at the same time she manipulated his balls to maximize his cuming. Finally, his spurts of semen ended. Rather than lying flat on the carpet, Kathy just bent over backward, while her lower legs were still jack-knifed beneath her, until her head and upper back were on the floor. The girls shook their heads at the obviously self-inflicted pain, but then began carefully to lick off every succulent drop. When they were finished, Kris asked, "Why did you do that, Mistress? Why didn't you just lay out flat?" "It was the least I could do in recognition of all the pain you and Kim have voluntarily suffered." Then she took each of the girls in her arms, kissed them lovingly and said, "You two are really very special people. I hope you know that." "We sure are," Kris replied with a grin. "We're probably only the second and third people alive to get to drink our master's wonderful cum ... And being able to get it by licking it off your glorious body ... Yum!" Kathy and Ken just grinned and shook their heads. ------- On the fourth Friday, Ken received a call from Tony asking if he could come down to the job site the next morning. There was a problem that he might have an idea about. The following morning Ken drove down with Kathy sitting beside him in the Mazda RX-7 turbo that was the replacement for the junker that they formerly drove. Ken utterly adored his new toy and handled it as if he was born to it. For her part, Kathy just delighted in his pleasure. As powerful as it had been a few weeks earlier, it was now putting out far more power as a result of some modifications to the turbocharger that Kimberly had made. Reaching the job site, they found out what the problem was. Although Higgins had originally only been handling the site work and foundation, now as a part of Pacific/Higgins, former Higgins people had on-site responsibility for the whole project. When completed, it was to be twin office towers, each thirty-five stories high, with a common base which would house shops and restaurants. Construction had already proceeded on the tower steelwork which, unfortunately, was already over 100 feet above the base — about ten stories. But the architect had forgotten to join the two buildings with a required walkway at the second level of the towers. Pacific/Higgins was working on a special basis with the insurance company that wrote the architect's Professional Errors & Omissions policy. They had agreed to pay Pacific/Higgins five million dollars if the company could connect the two towers to form the walkway without having to dismantle the steelwork, the cost of which would otherwise have to be paid by the insurance company. Unfortunately, with the vertical steelwork in place, they found it impossible to place the steel stringers between the two buildings. After looking at the situation Ken just shook his head. The difficulty was that the steel stringers were fabricated precisely to size to reach between the two buildings. The operating engineers had been vainly trying for almost two days to hoist them into position. The problem was their size required that they move exactly sideways so that both ends slid into position at the same time. Pacific/Higgins' best crane operators couldn't do it. Ken looked at the situation and shook his head, telling Tony that the only thing he could think to do would be to take the steelwork down to the level of the walkway. "I'm afraid you're right, Ken, but there goes our special deal with the insurance company," Tony said. He was about to give the orders to begin dismantling, although he was fearful, recognizing that, even though the structure was brand new, it was much more difficult and dangerous to take one down than it was to put one up. While they had been inspecting the structure, Kim and Kris arrived and cleaned out the toilets. They were standing nearby when Tony and Ken had their conversation. As Tony was about to give the orders to start the dismantling, Kimberly said, "Could Kris and I take a crack at it first, Tony? We might be able to do it for you." Although Tony was very skeptical, over the preceding weeks he had developed a great respect for the two girls. Moreover, he knew they were very good friends of Kathy's so that was enough for him. He agreed to let them take a shot. What followed both amazed and impressed the large crew of men gathered at the site. First, although the hoisting crane was new, Kim and Kris began to crawl all over it making myriad slight adjustments, even replacing a couple of hoist clutch plates. Then, while Kim was in the crane's cab at the controls, Kris supervised the positioning of the steel-wire slings along the length of the steel girder assembly. Time after time Kim would raise the beam a few feet off the ground only to see Kris shaking her head. She would lower it, the sling would be moved — at times it seemed like only an inch — and then they tried again. Finally, the beam was in the air and Kris just grinned and nodded. Rather than taking the construction elevator up to the spot on the building where the beam was intended to go, Kris put her work-boot into the hook of another crane which instantly hoisted her to a preselected destination on the steelwork. As she watched it all, Kathy had her hand over her mouth. The girl was standing on a girder thirty feet in the air with nothing to support her nor anything below her except for the concrete slab far below that floored the building. Taking her position on a beam, Kim began to use hand signals to Kim to control the lift. The men watched in amazement as the beam very slowly rose into the air. It was obvious that Kimberly was doing everything possible to prevent it from beginning to swing at the end of the giant hoisting hook. When the girder was well up in the air, the purpose of the work on the crane became apparent. Playing the controls of the crane like a virtuoso musician, Kim engaged the caterpillar treads and very slowly moved across the ground with the girder still suspended from the crane boom. Finally, she reached a position that satisfied Kris. Slowly she rotated the cab while Kris controlled it all by eye. When she was satisfied with the crane's position, she signaled her friend to slowly hoist the beam. Its rise seemed interminable but finally it was at the height Kris wanted. Then she gave another signal. Instead of controlling the hoisting cable, Kim very slowly lowered the crane boom itself. Miraculously, the girder moved slowly towards the steelwork at a height only inches higher than its destination. Then Kathy realized that even Kris's location was not a matter of chance. As the beam moved closer, Kathy realized it was very slightly closer to the structure on which Kris was standing than it was to its twin. When the beam was only inches away from its destination, Kris held on to a vertical I-beam with one hand and used her booted foot to move the steel the fraction of an inch necessary for it to get into the proper position. It was enough. Then Kathy realized what the two girls had done. They had threaded a needle with a 10-ton steel assembly with a clearance not much greater than the eye of a needle. Then she signaled Kim to lower the beam when it was precisely centered. Slowly the beam moved down the last few inches and finally, with a clang like a closing vault door, it came to rest on its designated supports. It took three more hours to place the remaining three beams, but the girls did it. When they finished, Kathy took them in her arms, kissed them lovingly, and congratulated them on a brilliant achievement — an achievement that had made the company millions of dollars. As usual, Kathy had packed a huge picnic lunch for the four of them which they ate straddling steel girders. While they were eating, Kris and Kim had been looking at a small man-made settling pond which was nearly five feet deep. It had been dug to provide a settling point for any dirt that might otherwise be washed off the site by rain. Because of recent rain storms, the pond was now filled nearly to overflowing. For his part Tony didn't know what to do next with his crew. Because they had been called in on a Saturday they were being paid for a full day, regardless. When Kris climbed off the beam and explained the idea she and Kim had, Tony grinned and immediately agreed. Because of their excellent physical condition at the time they began the program with Kathy, coupled with indefatigable effort on their parts, the two girls were now physically magnificent. While Kris ran off to challenge the other men, Kim got into the cab of the crane, hoisted an I-beam, and then lowered it into position bridging the settling pond. Kathy and Ken watched the girls in amusement, although they had no idea of exactly what they intended to do. The answer was quick in coming. In the same way that loggers relax with log-rolling competitions, Kris had conceived of the idea of hand wrestling on the girder. Of course, the loser would fall into the pond that was a semi-solid with all of the suspended dirt that had been washed into it by recent rains. The winner might go swimming, as well. When Kris delivered the challenge, virtually the entire crew responded. Kathy watched in fascination as the two girls walked out to the center of the beam and then, standing back to back, fought off one challenger after another. She quickly realized that, although the hand-wrestling required strength, the principal factor was balance. She and Ken sat side by side on their girder which proved to be the perfect vantage point from which to observe the fights. One after another the challengers were dumped off the beam. After about thirty minutes, the pond was nearly covered with floating yellow Pacific/Higgins hardhats from the men who had been dumped into the water. Kathy enjoyed watching the girls' new muscles in action. Their balance was utterly incredible — they might as well have been standing on a sidewalk while their challengers more often appeared to be walking a tightrope. Their strength was very impressive, too. Finally, all of the challengers had been disposed of and Kris and Kim faced one another and shook hands. Then, to the utter amazement of all of the men, most of whom were filthy from having been dumped into the water, the girls just went over the side of the girder into the water in huge belly-flops. After the girls rescued their own hardhats, the men extended their hands to help them up. The girls looked at each other, now completely covered with mud and began to howl with laughter. The day's surprises weren't over, though. When the men realized that the girls intended to take off all their clothes, they passed them a hose and all the men formed a circle surrounding the pond with their backs to the girls. Kris and Kim squealed and giggled like school girls as they first rinsed each other off with the cold water while fully dressed, then stripped and repeated it while they were naked. It was then that Kathy noticed how perfect their bodies now were. Kris's hair was now slightly lighter than Kathy's while Kimberly now had beautiful auburn hair with blonde streaks through it. Both of the girls, lovely a few weeks earlier, were now incredible beauties. Grinning, Kathy went to her car and brought back clean jeans and work shirts. When they finally left the construction site, it was to the cheers of the men for Kris and Kimberly. Not only had they succeeded in positioning the girders — a job the men had given up on — but they had successfully taken on all comers on the girder. Then they had topped it off by diving into the muddy water themselves. The girls drove off in Kim's truck while Ken and Kathy said goodbye to Tony. He just shook his head slowly and asked, "Kathy, are those the girls that Jim and Mike talk about all the time?" She didn't know but said, "I suppose so, Tony. Why do you ask?" "Because those girls are real!" he exclaimed. Then he told them how effective the girls had been already. First, the manning on the crews was about half of what it had been, while the productivity was 25 percent greater. The net was that Pacific/Higgins was absolutely minting money. He concluded by saying, "The men absolutely worship those girls — and their stock will go up far higher after they learn what they did today." Then with a broad grin he added, "They are the best thing to happen to this company since you, Kathy!" The girl grinned, gaily waved goodbye, and then ran to catch up to Ken who had threatened to leave her there to walk home. Arriving back at the townhouse, as they were about to put the car in the garage, they saw two girls sitting on their front step. From their posture, they were sure it was the Trangs. Running up the stairs, Kathy spread her arms wide and Marie leaped into them, then melted her lips to Kathy's in a lingering love-filled kiss. As she returned it, Kathy could feel a wetness on her cheek. Moving Marie away she asked, "Darling Marie, what's wrong?" "I never thought I would miss you as badly as I have, My Lady." Then, with her eyes filled with tears, she added, "I love you so very much!" Taking the girl back in her arms, she kissed her again and then whispered in her ear, "And I love you very much, too." Celeste had jumped into Ken's arms at the same time. Finally, Kathy was able to open the door so they could get off the steps. When they were inside, she kissed Celeste warmly, while Ken welcomed Marie. With the greetings completed, they learned that the girls had registered for law school at USC but had not yet found a place to live. They had purchased a car, though, which was parked at the curb. Marie grinned and commented that, since they were now in Los Angeles, they had taken care of the most important thing first: the car. After assuring the Carlsons that since they were now very well off financially — their fellowships covered all ordinary expenses including their housing and board — buying a car with their savings had been very easy and affordable. Then Kathy filled the girls in on Kimberly and Kristin. The girls' eyes lighted up when they realized what was happening. Just then, the front door opened as the girls returned. Kathy looked at the girls, grinned ruefully and said, "I'm afraid you have just been temporarily displaced." Then she introduced Marie and Celeste and explained their backgrounds. While she was talking the Trangs were stripping off their clothes. Kathy had been amused to see they were both wearing Levi's and work shirts, too. When she spoke of the torture they had undergone, she asked the girls to show their backs. Kim gasped while Kris started to cry. Then Kathy ruefully added the story of the self-inflicted brands which the girls proudly displayed. Since the brands were not even a month old, they were still raw-looking but the girls seemed to be able to move naturally again. Finally, Kathy told the Trangs what Kris and Kim had accomplished that day. The girls whistled when Kathy told them there was less than one-half inch clearance on a sixty-foot beam being manipulated with a giant crane. The Trangs instantly understood what had been done and congratulated the girls. Then Kathy pointed out that, since the Trangs were usurping their position as house-slaves, the girls were going to be guests at dinner that night. Furthermore, since they were guests, she asked the Trangs to give them baths and massages — they needed it. While Kathy began preparations for dinner the four girls disappeared upstairs. Later Kathy heard a scream and then the sound of hysterical crying. She recognized the voice as Kristin's and ran upstairs. The girl was on her knees in their bedroom crying her eyes out. When she had put on her best dress, the shoulder ripped out because of the change in her dimensions. Kathy got down on her knees and hugged the tormented girl tightly while she asked Marie to get a couple of her own dresses. She was certain they would fit. Finally she got the girl under control. But with tears still pouring from her eyes, Kris wailed, "Kathy, what can we do? Kim and I don't have a penny left ... This is one thing we never thought of! We don't even have enough money between us to buy a pair of pantyhose." "Darling," Kathy said softly, "there are more things to wear in my closet than I can even count. I'm sure we all wear the same size, so ... How about if we consider it a loan? Okay?" "Are you sure?" the girl said skeptically. "I'm very sure!" Kathy replied emphatically. At that point Marie, who had been working on Kris, whispered into Kathy's ear, "The girls are magnificent, My Lady. And they are lovely — in every sense of the word." Kathy just looked at the girl and winked. That evening Kathy decided to give the girls some lessons in etiquette. She and Ken dressed for dinner for the first time since they had been in their new quarters. The Trangs insisted on wearing their "uniforms" — their nude bodies with only the large white silk bows worn on the backs of their heads. After aperitifs, they sat down to a magnificent dinner. In spite of Kathy's pleas, Marie and Celeste refused to eat at the table with them. Instead, when they weren't serving Marie knelt beside Kathy while Celeste was on her knees next to Ken. Earlier, they had found that there was a large wine inventory stored in a very expensive wine refrigerator that replicated optimum wine-cellar storage conditions. They served three different wines with the seafood cocktail and the four discussed the relative merits of each. The main course was tournedos Rossini which provided him with the opportunity to open and discuss several different fine red wines. While they enjoyed the magnificent meal, Kathy noted that the girls looked utterly gorgeous wearing the sleeveless dresses she had given them. Both girls now had golden tans that were only a bit lighter than Kathy's own. She knew that the girls were both now very muscular, but like herself the muscles didn't ever show. They sat up very straight and proud with their now-very-firm tits prominently displayed. She smiled inwardly, realizing that all of their nipples were stretching the material of the dresses. Because of the activity and the mental strain of the day, the two girls went to bed early while Ken and Kathy made love in front of the Trangs. As she was about to close her eyes, Kathy pulled Marie's head down on hers and kissed the girl lovingly saying, "I really missed you, young lady. Your tit is better sized to my hand than Kris's. Hers are like mine: a good size for a man to hold but much too big for a woman." After putting all the love she could into her kiss, Marie closed her eyes feeling Kathy's warm hand cupping her tit. It was heavenly. The next day, responding to Kathy's request, the Trangs worked on the girls' pubic hair with tweezers, doing to them what they had done to Kathy and Hank on the island. When they were finished, the girls came into the library where Ken and Kathy were watching a football game and asked if they could compare. Kathy grinned and quickly stripped. It was apparent that the girl's pubic areas were now exactly like hers — or so she thought. Marie had been watching carefully and, when Kathy stripped, she made a face and knelt down in front of her with the tweezers and carefully pulled out some new hairs. While she did, Kathy pretended to glare at Kris and said, "Why couldn't you keep your big mouth shut ... Slave!" Kimberly scampered off for the cat-o'-nine-tails while Kris prostrated herself in front of Kathy. Rather than waiting, she took advantage of the opportunity offered by Kris's ass now being high in the air by pinching one of her cheeks as hard as she could. The girl let out an involuntary scream at the unexpected pain, then looked up at Kathy with tears in her eyes and asked, "Mistress, won't you please just use the whip? It's much less painful than your very strong fingers." Rather than answering, Kathy ordered the girl to lie on her back while she carefully worked painkilling ointment into the sensitive area where Marie had been working. When Kimberly returned, she ordered the girl to lie on her back, too, and repeated the process. That night, they repeated the formal dinner setting of the previous evening. It was only then that Kathy realized how pleasant it was to have such elegant, intelligent and well-informed young women as dinner companions. Although it was as difficult as extracting teeth, they finally learned that both girls, like Ken and she, were graduates of the University of California system. It turned out that Kimberly was a member of Tau Beta Pi, the engineering honor fraternity having majored in mechanical engineering, while Kris was a member of Sigma Xi, the scientific honor fraternity having majored in mathematics. Both girls had graduated with highest honors. Moreover, earlier in the day at Kathy's request Marie and Celeste had carefully measured the two girls. They found that their measurements were within small fractions of inches of each other's and Kathy's. Later in the evening the conversation swung around to Mike Higgins and Jim Duffy. When their names came into the conversation both girls lighted up. Again Kathy realized how lucky the two men were and hoped they had taken her request to get into shape to heart. ------- Chapter 28 On Monday morning, Kathy realized there were only two weeks left. After first calling Ali, she called Henry Hall and then loaded the girls into her car. Arriving at Henry's facility at the Alliance Studios, she was about to introduce Kris and Kim when Henry exclaimed, "Kris and Kimmie! Where in hell have you two been? We've missed you." After looking at them and then at Kathy he said, "It's pretty clear that the object of whatever you're doing is to look as much like Kathy as possible, right?" After both girls sheepishly nodded he continued, "Well, except for the hair color, you've already done it!" Then, with Kathy watching, he took the girls one at a time starting with Kris. The girl's hair was almost identical in texture, wave and body to Kathy's but somewhat lighter in color. Like Kathy, she had streaks of golden blonde along with strands ranging in color to as dark as medium brown. As he cut the girl's hair and styled it, he told Kathy that Kris and Kimmie were well known on all the movie lots. She learned that, like Ali, the girls used to hang with the stunt people, preferring their company to that of the actors and directors. Henry also told her that Kim's ability with motor vehicles had become famous among the stunt fraternity — so much so, that it was not uncommon, when a particularly demanding stunt involving a motor vehicle was concerned, to have a contract provision requiring the studio to retain Kimberly Moyer to mechanically prepare the vehicle. After having seen Kim's skill with things mechanical, Kathy had no difficulty believing it. When he finished and turned the girl around to face the mirror, her hand when up to her mouth and she gasped, "That can't be me!" "It sure is, Kris," Henry reassured her. Then he smiled warmly and added, "Look, the next time I tell you you're beautiful, will you please just believe me?" The girl jumped from the chair, kissed him and then took Kathy in her arms, hugged her tight and kissed her warmly saying, "Mistress, it may even work! I don't really look that different from you!" The process repeated with Kimberly. While doing her hair, Kathy learned from Henry that Kris was as well known among film financial people as Kimberly was to the stunt folks. It seemed that Kris regularly worked with film unit managers manipulating the arcane elements of motion-picture accounting. When they finished up, Kathy drove to the office with the girls. This time they went to Ginger's office — Ali and Bill Clifford were vacationing in Hawaii and then would be going to Austin, Texas, afterward to visit Bill's oldest child, his daughter, Jennifer, a graduate student at University of Texas. The four young women sat around the desk talking. Unbeknownst to Kris and Kim, Kathy had furnished her with the girls' measurements that the Trang sisters had taken. Therefore, Ginger already knew that clothes that fit Kathy would fit either girl perfectly. But she wanted to spend time with them to get a sense of color and personality for style reasons. As they talked, Ginger herself realized what Kathy had learned earlier: The girls were very smart, very well-read and very well-informed. Although they were only wearing Levi's and work-shirts, Ginger was captivated by their grace, poise, and self-assurance. Finally she realized that all she had to do was buy colors for Kimberly that would look good on herself, and colors for Kris that would look good on either Kathy or Ali. This is going to be ridiculously easy, she thought. The last two weeks went flying by. Kris and Kimmie knew that D-day was on Monday, the last day of the six-week period. On the final Saturday, responding to a bet from the girls, Ken did to them what he had previously done to the Trangs and to Kathy: he had them crying their eyes out begging him to give them sexual release. Since it happened after his morning lovemaking with Kathy, he ordered them to lick her entire body clean. Finally, he took them to the most powerful orgasms they had ever had in their lives and just kept them doubled over pumping out vaginal juices in twin floods. On Sunday, for their last night together Kathy prepared a true banquet that the Trangs were coming over to serve. On Friday, the girls had been dazzled by the wardrobes Ginger had purchased for them. Kathy had to assure them that the cost would be added to their delayed notes. Late that afternoon, Marie took Kris into the master bath while Celeste worked on Kimmie in the girls' own room. It was a repetition of the Carlson's first night at Kapalua, beginning with a shower, followed by a hot bath-oil-filled bathtub, followed by a sensual massage with quantities of musk oil being worked into their bodies. Finally, the girls were carefully dressed in dresses similar to the cocktail dress Kathy wore on Kapalua: the neckline plunged down to their navel and down in back to reveal the crease between their buns. The dresses were held in place with the tiniest halter cords. Kris's was in a pale blue that complimented her blue eyes, while Kim's was in a pale green that enhanced her brilliant emerald green ones. When the first course was served, Kathy raised her glass and said, "Ken, I would like to propose a toast. To Kristin Callahan and Kimberly Moyer: two of the most beautiful, most lovely girls it has ever been my good fortune to meet." Looking at the two of them she added, "And I mean 'lovely' in another sense: deserving of love and adoration. Similarly, you are both graceful, as in full of God's divine grace." Raising her glass she concluded, "May you both achieve the happiness and joy you so richly deserve!" Because of the occasion, the Trang sisters were eating at the table. When Kathy finished, but before either of the girls could respond, Marie said, "Lady Kathy, two weeks ago if anyone had tried to tell me that there could be women who could compare with you, I would have said it was utterly impossible." With a grin she interjected, "There's Hank Conroy, of course, but since she's your sister, she doesn't count." Continuing, she said, "Then we met Kristin and Kimberly. All we can say, My Lady, is you are right. They are truly worthy of the greatest love." Then she added, "We have never in our lives had an experience like today's, hearing these two women's confessions!" Earlier in the day Ken and the five women had gone to church together. After Mass, to the surprise of the others, Kris and Kim asked to see a priest in the rectory and insisted that the others accompany them. When they met with a young, newly-ordained priest, they insisted that he hear their confession in the presence of the others. Reluctantly, he agreed. In spite of the seriousness of the occasion and the sincerity of the girls, it was all Kathy could do to keep from giggling as she watched the expression on the young priest's face change as the girls told in graphic detail how they had degraded themselves in the whorehouse. Moreover, in spite of his pleas, they insisted on kneeling on the hardwood floor in front of him as they confessed their sins. When it was finally over, the priest and Ken had to help the girls to their feet and then steady them while they regained their balance. In spite of the pain and the fact that their faces were streaked with their tears, both girls looked simply beautiful. While they were standing, the priest granted absolution and gave the two girls his personal blessing saying, "This has been the most moving confession I have ever heard or even heard of. In the seminary we are taught to look for signs of true repentance." Shaking his head he finished by saying, "If we were to have made a videotape of your confessions it could serve as a training aid showing all the things a young priest should look for but so rarely finds. Although God alone has the power to forgive sins — we only act as middlemen — I am as certain as I can be that your sins are forgiven and your souls are pure." With that he shook hands and sincerely thanked the girls for giving him such an opportunity. When Marie finished her little speech, Kris raised her glass and said, "Kimberly and I would like to offer a toast, too. To the Carlsons: The two finest people God has ever created. May his blessings continue to shine down upon you, may you enjoy the happiness together you so richly deserve, and may you find eternal happiness in Heaven in each other's arms, forever! Amen." Kim murmured an amen and drank the toast with the Trangs. Finally, when dinner was over, Kathy and Ken assured the girls that, if the objective was to be like Kathy, they had succeeded perfectly. When the kitchen was cleaned up, the Trangs left to return to the apartment they had found, while the others went into the living room to enjoy another cognac. Taking the opportunity to further explore their apartment, Kathy had found a collection of compact discs including several with big-band dance music. Putting one on the player, she winked at Ken and asked the girls, "Have you ever wanted to see a golden grizzly bear dance on its hind legs?" Ken stuck out his tongue but took Kathy in his arms. Aside from loving to hold his beautiful wife, he decided he loved the dress she was wearing because it bared so much of her body. For her part Kathy loved to spin, causing her skirt to fly out straight revealing her entire lower body. It was only when she spun out the first time that Ken realized Kathy was wearing nothing at all under the dress so it revealed her golden pubic patch. Afterward, he took turns dancing with each of the other girls. When he did, he found that they, too, were not wearing bikinis, having taken off the tiny lace garments they had been wearing. While he danced with Kris and Kimmie, Kathy delighted in playing disc jockey, mixing the songs between fast and slow numbers. When he held the girls in his arms, he found that they felt and moved exactly the way Kathy did. Ending the dances, he kissed each girl lovingly. When he kissed Kris, she melted her lips to his and tried to convey the depth of the passionless love she felt for him. Finally, when their kiss ended, she asked, "Do you think Mike will take me, Master?" Looking into her eyes Ken saw the tears forming at the corners and knew it was no time for jokes. He kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "I'm certain of it, dear Kris!" Then he glared at her and added, "And the name is Ken. Can we knock off the 'Master' shit now?" Her eyes gleamed as she replied, "No, Master, I cannot." Then she bent over, lifted her skirt exposing her very tight buns and said, "But I am being disobedient, Master, so I'm sure you will want to punish me, won't you?" Then she yelped loudly when he gave one of them a hard pinch. He just winked and said she was becoming a masochist. That night the girls got into bed with Ken and Kathy after their lovemaking. When Ken turned the light out, Kathy turned Kris's face toward hers and gave her the most loving kiss the girl could ever imagine. Then Kathy murmured, "Darling Kris, I love you very much. You are the sweetest thing on two feet." Then with a small grin she added, "And your body smells simply divine!" Kris smiled warmly and snuggled as close to Kathy's body as she could get, then placed her hand over Kathy's which was cupping her now very-firm tit and made warm happy noises deep in her body. When Kathy gave the girl a firm squeeze, she just murmured happily and molded her body even closer to Kathy's as they prepared to sleep. Then Kris turned to Kathy and whispered, "Do you think Mike will take me, Mistress? I love him so!" "I'm sure of it," Kathy replied, whispering into the girl's ear. "Both of you girls were beautiful to start with, but now you are utterly exquisite. Of course he will, darling." With that she kissed Kris's delicate ear and lightly bit it. Kris gave a delicious little wiggle of her body, then kissed Kathy again with all the love she could communicate. Snuggling even closer, she went to sleep. ------- Kathy had spent a good deal of time organizing the arrangements for the meeting between the girls and the guys. Although the girls did not know it, she was meeting the men in the office at nine o'clock with the girls coming in at ten. After discussing it with Ken and Ginger, they agreed that taking the four at once wouldn't be fair, nor would taking them sequentially be any better. As a result they agreed that Kathy would meet with Mike and Kris while Ginger met with Jim and Kimmie. As she entered her office, Jim and Mike rose to greet her. When she looked at them she stopped and did a double-take. Both men seemed to have lost fifteen years in age. Then she realized that they were almost like Ken, with the same slim waists and heavily muscled arms and shoulders. She kissed each of them in turn and then shook her head saying, "What have you two done, anyhow? You each look like you're only about thirty." Then with a quizzical look on her face she looked at Mike and asked, "For that matter, how old are you, anyway?" With a sheepish grin Mike replied, "I'm thirty-nine ... We both are. I guess we let ourselves go to seed pretty badly, didn't we?" Then looking directly into Kathy's eyes he asked, "How old did you think I was? Fifty?" Now it was Kathy's turn to be puzzled. She said, "But ... But I thought Mike Rossi was named after you. How could he have been?" With a wry grin he replied, "Actually, I'm the second generation. I'm really Mike, junior. When Tony says his son is named after Mike Higgins, he's always a little vague about which one of us he means. I took over the company when Dad died." Kathy persisted and asked, "But your appearance ... What did you do?" "Kathy," Jim replied, "this is all Ken's fault. You see, when you told us to get in better shape, I'm sure you didn't realize how old we were. Anyway, we took it to heart and contacted Ken. We had lunch that day we met with you and he gave us both forty kinds of hell, claiming we were the most unbelievable male chauvinist pigs he could imagine. And you know what? He was right. "He said, 'What a pair! You expect two exquisite young women to improve their bodies for you. What in hell for?' He told us that you had talked with him and told him how beautiful the girls already were but we wanted them to be even better. Then he asked us what we were bringing to the party and we didn't have an answer." Then with a sheepish grin he asked, "How did we do?" Kathy beamed at the two of them and exclaimed, "You're spectacular! Both of you. The girls are going to be utterly overwhelmed." Then she went to her desk and took out two checks, each for $500,000, one payable to each of them. Mike looked at his and was stunned. "What in hell is this?" he exclaimed. "It's a refund, guys," Kathy replied softly. Then she explained that the girls had insisted on paying themselves and had not only given Kathy every penny they had, they had sold themselves into slavery to try to add to Kathy's compensation. Shaking her head, tears appeared in her eyes as she added, "Those two girls love you with all their hearts. I'm sure you are going to be deliriously happy!" Only then did Jim tell Kathy how they planned to proceed. Because they were afraid the girls would not consent to marry them, they had concocted a plan to trick them into it. After explaining what they intended to do, Kathy just shook her head and grinned saying, "I think it will probably work." Looking thoughtful she added, "It's probably a good idea, too. I tend to forget that, like you two, the girls are both Irish. When they make up their minds, you can't get them to change with dynamite!" Shortly before ten, Kathy took Jim Duffy in to meet Ginger and then returned to her own office to await Kris. Exactly at ten, Judy buzzed and said the girls had arrived. She was asked to bring the girls back to the offices personally. Following a quiet knock on the door, Judy opened it and ushered Kris in. The girl looked magnificent. She was wearing a plain beige wool sleeveless dress that was tailored to her perfect figure. In addition, she was wearing a plain gold collar and gold loop earrings along with plain alligator pumps. She was very apprehensive as she went to Mike who had risen to greet her with his hand out. Instead of taking his hand she went into his arms and kissed him with all of the love and passion she could communicate. Mike's arms wrapped around her as she tried to melt her body into his, while their mutual love just flowed like electricity between them. Kathy watched in amusement as Kris wrapped her arms around Mike's neck for support as her knees turned to water. Finally, they eased apart. "Kris, you are utterly magnificent..." Mike exclaimed, still breathless from their kiss. "Awesome!" Only then did Kris realize the tremendous physical change in Mike. "But what have you done to yourself?" Going closer she ran her fingers lightly over his shoulders and upper arms. In spite of wearing a brand-new custom-tailored suit she could feel the heavy muscles even under layers of fabric. Then with a puzzled look on her face she asked, "Why, Mike?" "Because I needed to make my body worthy of yours," he replied simply. Then Kris asked the others to sit down. Mike was sitting on the sofa while Kathy was still behind her desk. Standing in front of Mike, Kris said, "Mike, I would like to apply for the position of your mistress. Will you have me?" Before he could reply she unzipped her dress and laid it over a chair, then stepped out of her pumps and her bikini. Dropping to her knees in front of him she cradled her breasts and said, "Mike, these are my tits. They are very firm now. Are they firm enough for you? Please feel them." Reaching out both hands, Mike tenderly cupped her beautiful tits. When he lightly pinched her nipples they instantly engorged. With a warm light in her eyes she said, "Squeeze them, Mike! I'm not at all breakable. Please? Squeeze them hard!" When he did, Mike loved the warm sounds of appreciation coming from deep in her body. Then she took one of his hands, moved it to her crotch and said, "This is my cunt, darling. You can feel how wet it is already to welcome you inside me. Is it good enough? It's still very small and I was going to stretch it for you, but Kathy insisted you would want to do that yourself with your magnificent cock. Similarly, I was going to stretch my anal ring to be able to take you easily in my ass but she thought you would want to take the last of my virginity." She stood up and turned her back towards him and bent over slightly to cause her buns to protrude. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, "Would you squeeze them or pinch them or something? Are they tight enough for you, my darling?" Mike cupped her tight asscheeks in his hands and squeezed hard, again triggering the wonderful warm sounds from deep in her body. Turning around she just posed in front of him like a model and asked, "Am I adequate for you, Mike? Is there anything about me you would like me to change? Anything at all?" He just shook his head. Then she repeated, "May I be your mistress, Michael Higgins? Please?" Mike had been utterly overwhelmed by Kris's beauty. She had set out to become as attractive as Kathy. To Mike's eyes, she was now even more beautiful. In order to play out the script he had in mind, he asked her to please get dressed again. Looking at her naked body, he realized he would be unable to say or do anything. Kris felt a twinge of fear when he asked her to dress rather than merely saying yes. She did what he asked in an instant and then sat down in a side chair. "I'm sorry, Kris," Mike began. "I can't take you as my mistress. I'm getting married the end of this week and my wife wouldn't approve of my having a mistress." Kris was utterly stunned. She could feel her stomach turn over and she felt sick. Trying to control herself, she said softly, "That's wonderful, Mike. I'm ... I'm sure you will be very happy!" Then her control failed and she began to cry. Kathy's heart went out to the girl as she heard her hopeless-sounding weeping. Then, with an incredible effort of will, and despite the fact that her tears were still flowing, she asked, "Could ... Could I be your maid? Or your cook... ? I'm really a very good cook now." Mike was tortured by the girl's tears. Yet he steeled himself, thinking, I only have to hold on for a few more minutes... He replied, "I'm afraid not, Kris. I don't think my wife would like that much better." Finally, as a last-ditch measure she asked, "Mike, is there any way I could be with you? Any way at all? I'm willing to do absolutely anything ... I would be happy to be your wife's personal slave if I could just be near you. Is there anything I can do?" Mike breathed a silent sigh of relief. Kris had just said exactly what he had hoped she would say. The dialogue was playing out perfectly according to the plans they had made with the help of Kathy and Ginger. He looked thoughtful and said, "Well, there is one thing ... No, it would never work. You wouldn't do it anyway. It's just asking too much..." Kris's eyes lighted up with rekindled hope. "I will do anything, my darling. I will do absolutely anything you ask! I swear it. Please just tell me what it is and my answer is yes!" "Okay," Mike replied with a nod. "Marry me." Kris was stunned. It was as if she had been hit over the head with a club. Slowly shaking her head she whispered, "Please repeat that. Did you say ... marry?" "Sure did," Mike replied brightly, "and you said yes." Looking at her with all the love he could convey with his eyes he said, "Kristin Callahan, you have just made me the happiest man in the world." Kris's fear was instantly replaced with anger. "Michael Higgins, I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth! You tricked me! Of all the nerve..." Mike grinned and slowly shook his head saying, "You don't want to be sued for breach of promise, do you? You said you would do absolutely anything I might ask. I'm just asking for a very simple thing. Kris, I want you to be my wife." Her anger passed as quickly as it appeared. She leaped out of her chair, threw herself into his arms and melted her lips to his. This time their kiss was like nothing either had ever experienced. It was just loaded with their mutual love and passion for each other. When she moved away just enough to be able to focus on his eyes she said, "Darling, yes, I will marry you. You have just made me the happiest woman in the world." With that she melted him with another kiss. Then she pulled away and frowned. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you, Michael Higgins?" "Sure did," Mike agreed amiably. At that Kris started to punch him lightly although she tried to act like she was hitting him with all her might. Mike just ignored her flailing fists and pulled her face to his. Again he melted his lips to hers. At first she just waved her arms in the air, but moments later she wrapped them around his neck and hugged him as hard as she could. Meanwhile, Kathy was just watching the scene with amusement. It was so evident that Kris and Mike utterly adored one another. Then Kris again pulled back, but this time looked at Kathy. "Mistress, as my lawyer, I want you to prepare a prenuptial agreement. In it I wish to renounce any claim to any property Michael Higgins may have at the time of our marriage or at any time thereafter." Before Kathy could say a word Mike said, "After you do that, Kathy, as my lawyer, please prepare a codicil to my will leaving my entire estate to the Gay & Lesbian Alliance." "Have you utterly lost your mind, Mike?" Kris exclaimed. "What in hell are you doing?" "But darling," Mike replied trying to sound as reasonable as possible, "surely you don't want it all to go to the State of California, do you? What other choice do I have?" Then he looked thoughtful and added, "And I think it's a fine choice of charities, too!" Suddenly Kris began to laugh. Soon she was laughing so hard tears were running down her cheeks. Both Mike and Kathy looked at the girl in utter amazement as she was shaken with gales of laughter. Finally she calmed down enough to speak. While shaking her head she said, "Michael Higgins, you're no fair! You know me far too well." Then she looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Do I dare marry you? How will I possibly be able to hold my head up with the other wives knowing my husband can wrap me around his little finger? How can I maintain my self-respect?" "You can't, my darling," he replied simply. "On the other hand I have a beautiful big cock and balls filled to overflowing with hot cum to pour into you." Wrapping her arms around his neck she whispered loud enough to be sure Kathy heard, "I guess that's more than enough, isn't it? My darling, I adore you. And I hope you noticed how wet my cunt was when you felt it. I can't wait to have the opportunity to try to drain you dry." When Mike took out a magnificent diamond engagement ring, Kris at first refused it. When Mike raised an eyebrow, Kris extended the ring finger on her left hand and very cutely stuck out her tongue. Then he asked, "Is this enough to hold you until we're married on Thursday?" Then he exclaimed, "Oops! I almost forgot..." He lifted Kris off his lap as if she were weightless, then got up from the sofa and went to Kathy's closet. Taking out a magnificent mink coat he said, "Honey, there's just one more small thing..." Pretending to glare at him, Kris rose from the sofa where he had deposited her and slipped on the coat. Mike lifted the collar up around her neck and then kissed her softly and then with increasing passion. He and Kathy broke up laughing when, after their kiss ended, Kris exclaimed, "Oh, shit! Now I'm just like all the other mistresses — a diamond and a mink!" Kris quickly stripped off all her clothes, then put the mink coat on over her nude body and grinned at Mike with the coat spread wide. "Isn't this the way mistresses act? Just wearing a lovely fur coat over a bare body?" Kris looked utterly spectacular with the dark fur serving as a pair of curtains to set off her glorious figure. Then she wrapped it tightly around herself as she pretended it was for warmth. Turning serious, Kris ran to his arms, kissed him again and said, "Darling, your gifts are utterly exquisite! But they are so unnecessary. Can we afford them?" She looked up at him with tears forming in her eyes and said, "We ... we wanted to be your mistresses so that our bodies would be available to you. But ... but we didn't want to cost you any money." "Woman of the house!" Mike exclaimed. "I hear rumors to the effect that you are the business and math whiz. Haven't you noticed that Pacific/Higgins is utterly minting money? And that is with all thanks to you and Kimberly. Woman, our money problem now is trying to count the damned stuff! Just wait until we get back from our honeymoon! I'm really going to put you to work." Kris melted in his arms for another kiss — she couldn't get enough of him — when there was a quiet knock on the door. It was Kimberly, Jim and Ginger. Kim looked exactly like Kris: She was utterly beautiful in spite of the tear streaks down her face. It turned out that her experience with Jim and Ginger exactly duplicated Kris's experience with Mike and Kathy. Suddenly Kris's eyes widened and she said, "Holy Christmas! Michael Higgins, did I hear you correctly? We're being married... on Thursday?" "Sure did," Mike said agreeably. "But we can't!" Kris wailed. "I will not be married in a civil ceremony. There are the banns of marriage..." "Published for three weeks," he interjected. "My wedding gown..." "I'm glad you mentioned it," Ginger interjected. "Come back to the conference room." They went into it and found a rolling rack with dozens of wedding gowns. Most were short rather than full-length because of the small size of the planned wedding. Kris and Kim took the opportunity to get back at Mike and Jim by stripping off their clothes and trying the gowns on, one after the other, while they were naked. Finally they each selected a magnificent short white gown to wear. When Mike complained about what their nudity was doing to them, Kris stuck out the tip of her tongue and replied, "I know damned well what our nudity is doing. I can see the huge bulge in your crotch." Then she really stuck her tongue out and added, "Eat your heart out, Michael Higgins! I'll drain you dry before the weekend!" ------- The wedding was a very small one in a chapel with only Ken and Kathy present, serving as the maid of honor and the best man for both couples. The tiny reception was held back at the Clifford & Jamison offices where Kathy had baked magnificent wedding cakes for each couple. After exchanging toasts, Kris asked, "By the way ... what was the big rush to get married? And why on a Thursday, of all days?" Mike replied with a grin, "The AGC — Associated General Contractors — convention starts this afternoon in Las Vegas. Surely you don't want Jim and me to go out there alone, do you?" Kris just grinned and kissed her husband passionately. After changing into their traveling clothes, Kristin and Kimberly separately cornered Kathy and said essentially the same things. Kris said, "Mistress, I can't thank you enough. There are no words to describe how joyous I feel right now, nor the incredible debt I owe you." When Kathy raised her hand to protest, Kris shook her head and said, "No, I don't mean the physical make-over. Now I know that Mike loved me all along and wanted to marry me the way I was. I mean the incredible love you and our master displayed towards one another ... the chance to watch your lovemaking, and even to participate. I felt that I was nearly drowning in an incredible sea of love." Then she took Kathy in her arms and kissed her with every bit of love she could convey. Finally, with tears slowly flowing down her cheeks she whispered, "Katherine Carlson, I adore you! I worship the ground you walk on. I will never forget the short time we were able to spend with you." Then with a warm grin she concluded, "And Mistress, I would be delighted to give you a letter of recommendation as a bed companion. You are absolutely delicious!" ------- Chapter 29 A week later, sitting at her computer Kathy was typing a paper for one of Ken's law classes. Without any conscious thought, she was editing and rewriting it as she went. Since she was so experienced and skillful at it, she was able to do it while typing at a speed that made it appear she was just copying Ken's words. Hearing a soft knock on her door, she told the person to come in without looking up from her computer screen. Because there had been no announcement from Judy, she assumed it was someone on the staff with a question. When she finished the paper — it only took a couple of minutes — she looked up and was surprised to see the Higgins and the Duffys sitting on her sofa. More accurately, the men were sitting on the sofa while their wives were on their laps and kissing them passionately. Kathy grinned as she watched the men move their hands lightly over their wives gorgeous bodies. Kris took Mike's hand, put it under the sweater she was wearing and told him to squeeze hard and he did. At this point Kathy asked acidly, "Haven't you had enough of that yet, Kris?" "How long have you been married?" Kris asked as she held Mike's hand against her tit. "About a year. Why?" "Have you had enough sex with Ken yet? From personal observation, my answer for you is no. But what do you say?" "Of course not," Kathy replied. Kris stretched languidly while Mike's hand was still on her bare tit, then said, "Well, I've been married for only one week, and my answer is, hell no!" Kathy just shook her head, tried to control her grin and asked, "So how was the convention? Did you do anything?" At this point Jim Duffy entered the conversation as the spokesman for the group and said, "Kathy, it began when we arrived at the hotel. Walking in with these angels on our arms looking up at our faces, we were the envy of every man in the place..." Kris interjected, "And we were the envy of every woman! Kathy, Mike is a hunk!" "Oh shit, Mike," Jim continued winking at his best friend, "now we're just sex objects!" "Sure are," Mike said amiably. "And isn't it great?" "At any rate," Jim continued, "The first night was the most spectacular night of my life — our lives: I compared notes with Mike the next day and we were lucky to come through it alive!" He shook his head with mock concern. "Anyway, the next morning after making love to Kimmie again, I went back to sleep. When I awakened it was almost eleven, and no Kim. "I went to the other bedroom and found sleeping beauty, here, still asleep." motioning toward Mike, "There was no Kris, either." At that point Kimberly interjected a comment that since they were over the hill, they needed all the sleep they could get. Jim pretended to glare at her and then continued, "We ordered breakfast from room service and about noon our brand-new wives returned." He shook his head, remembering. "It's a convention, remember? Well, there are all sorts of tours and things for the women to occupy their time. Our wives? Don't be silly." He grinned broadly and continued, "While Mike and I recovered..." Looking at Kim he interjected, "Young lady, I'm going to fix you for that 'over the hill' crack..." "I'm waiting patiently, Darling," Kimberly replied, "But my patience is wearing thin." With that she pulled up her skirt and pulled down her pants, baring a cheek. Jim gave her one spank, hard. "Thank you, darling," she said as she pulled her pants back up, "But it sure took you long enough!" "God, I love this woman!" Jim exclaimed. Then he went back to his narrative: "At any rate, what do you suppose they were doing? Well, Kim was touring the machinery exhibits. A crane manufacturer had a contest offering a thousand-dollar prize for anyone at the convention who could crack an egg with his crane's hook without breaking the yolk. Kim plays with it a bit and asks the salesman why they're cheating. The poor guy is stunned; he doesn't know what she's talking about. Then she tells him that the hoisting clutches were shot, so under the circumstances, no one could possibly win. Of course, it was a brand-new crane. Well, the poor guy's jaw is hanging down and my bride offers to fix it for him. All the guy can do is nod. She tunes it up, replaces a couple of clutch plates, then cracks the egg. Of course, by then Kris had joined her. Kris has the dumb egg in a skillet. Since it's out in the parking lot and the asphalt had been baking in the sun by this time, it was pretty hot. Anyway, after Kimmie neatly cracks the shell, Kris fries the damned egg, sunny-side up on the hot asphalt. The guy gives Kim the thousand, with his mouth hanging open — he had never seen anything like it." Jim shook his head, remembering. "Kathy, keep in mind that this is the day after the wedding. Mike and I are still trying to recover." Looking at her he interjected, "Incidentally, there are no words ... There's nothing Mike or I could ever do to pay you for what you did. Now I realize there was something you knew but we didn't. "I'll just speak for myself now: Kimberly Moyer Duffy is the most perfect wife a man could ever hope to have. She is my life: She is my mistress, my whore, my lover, my confidante. She cheers me up if I'm down, and calms me down if I'm euphoric. Her body is sheer perfection. There is nothing that she thinks might give me pleasure that she doesn't insist on doing ... Notice, I didn't say 'lets me do, ' or 'suggests we do.' No. She insists — and that's absolutely without regard to herself or any pain it may cause her." He stopped to kiss Kimberly passionately, and it was as passionately returned. "God, I adore this woman!" Then looking back at Kathy he concluded, "And it was there all the time, wasn't it? It really wasn't anything you created, was it?" "No, Jim," Kathy replied softly. "You're absolutely right. It was there all the time." With a very warm smile she added, "Actually, I did nothing. They did it all." "You made it happen!" Kimberly exclaimed, "But we'll get to that later." Turning to her husband she wriggled in his arms and said softly, "Darling, you interrupted yourself. You were saying... ?" "Anyway," Jim continued, "Kris joined Kim, and Kimmie challenged the crane company to have a real contest. The poor guy was utterly baffled and didn't know what to say. Kim proposed that the company put up a five-thousand-dollar prize with entrants in the contest putting up a twenty-dollar entry fee. The deal was that there would be a plywood barrier erected. The idea was to crack an egg without breaking its yolk — the same contest as before — but with the egg behind the barrier so the crane operator couldn't see it. He would have to operate with hand signals from a partner. "Anyway, the guy did it and Kim even told him that all proceeds should go to the Las Vegas United Way. Then she and Kris disappeared." He grinned and interjected, "Actually, they went to some of the seminars, with Kimmie focusing on equipment and Kris on business operations." Jim shook his head and added, "We found out that Kimmie already knew more than any of the people there. On average she was in a seminar for about fifteen minutes." He shook his head in amazement. "Anyway, after a couple of hours they go back out to the crane. It seems the company has already made a couple of thousand dollars for the United Way. No team could do it. After a big yawn — keep in mind, please, that this was the morning after their wedding night — Kris and Kim put on their Pacific/Higgins hardhats — yellow with the P/H logo in green — and pay their twenty dollars. Anyway, Mike and I heard about this from some of our friends in the industry — God forbid that our wives should ever tell us. Kris stands beside the barrier and signals Kimberly at the controls of the crane. My wife cracks the egg in the skillet, Kris cooks it on the pavement and then eats it. I guess I forgot to mention that she gave Kimmie the first one. That was their breakfast." Shaking his head, Jim continued, "Let me try to make a long story short. Of course, there are tournaments at the convention." Shaking his head sadly, he said, "They became the Kimberly Duffy/Kristin Higgins personal benefits. No one else could even get close. Whatever the contest, we win. We win the doubles in tennis. We win the golf tournament." Looking at Kathy he said, "Would you believe it? There was, as usual, a quiet competition among mistresses and girlfriends of members. It was a nude beauty contest. Kris and Kimmie said that they were our mistresses and insisted that we attend. The guys had their girl friends in various stages of nudity to show off their conquests. Or show off what their money could buy or rent. Kim and Kris were stark naked, just wearing heels." Shaking his head he asked, "Who do you suppose were the beauty contest co-winners, Kathy?" She grinned and pointed at the girls. "Of course, you're right. "Then there was a formal dance for the members and wives. Mike and I find we're like Ken: As dancers, we look like bears trying to walk on their hind legs. But with these girls? Suddenly, I almost think I can dance. They just float in our arms. They win the dance contest! Can you believe it? They won in spite of having Mike and me as their partners, too. It demonstrates how good they really are — they can overcome almost any handicap and still win. "Are they finished? Of course not! A couple of days later Kim talks with the crane guy again. This time she found an I-beam and with Kris standing on top of a fence — how she did it, I'll never know — she positions it across the deep end of the hotel swimming pool. (For safety reasons, they had taken out the diving boards.) Then they challenge everyone to try to knock them off the beam. Again, there was an entry fee. (By the way, in one week they raised almost ten thousand dollars for the United Way.) I gather they did what they did here in LA one Saturday. The two of them dumped everyone into the pool, then flopped in themselves while fully dressed." He just shook his head again, remembering. "As for Kris, she went to all the exhibits on business methods and practices. Nobody had anything interesting. In fact, I guess it was kind of funny. Like Kimberly with the machinery, Kris knew more than the people at the exhibits. But she's patient. Carefully reading the catalog, she finds a software company that's so small it can't even afford a booth. There's just one woman in a hotel room. Anyway, Kimberly goes up to see her." Again he shook his head and continued, "She meets a young woman named Karen Collins. Then she retains Karen to redo all of Pacific/Higgins' computer systems. The girl is really good." Jim smiled at Kathy and finished by saying, "There's more, Kath, but we'll save it for later. In the meantime our wives have something to say." Kris stretched on Mike's lap then said, "Mistress, we have some money for you. It seems that Kim and I were given bonuses of $1.5 million each for connecting the two towers of the building. Since we were your slaves at the time and since any money slaves earn is the property of their masters, it's yours." With that she presented Kathy with the two checks, both of which had been endorsed over to her. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Kathy exclaimed. "Bullshit!" exclaimed Kris. "We learned that our husbands gave you one million dollars to work with us — money that you returned to them. You did, didn't you?" she asked. "Of course I did," Kathy replied. "A lawyer can work for only one client..." "And you're refusing our money?" Kris interrupted. "Of course, I'm refusing it," Kathy replied. "It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of!" "Mistress," Kris said accusingly, "I happen to know that when you repaid our husbands their money, you paid two-thirds of it out of your own pocket. You insisted that the firm would not pay for your decision to give them their money back. You did, didn't you?" Kathy just blushed and muttered, "I'm going to kill Ginger Conrad! She talks too damned much." But then she glared at Kris and said, "The subject is closed. There's no way I'll accept the money." Then with a small smile she added, "I will accept five thousand to cover your health-club memberships and the wardrobes, but that's all." "That's your final decision?" Kris asked. When Kathy nodded her head firmly, Kris looked at the others and they all rose. Jim and Mike were grinning sheepishly, but Kathy didn't know what they could possibly be grinning about. Then, in just a few moments, all four of them had stripped off their clothes and were standing in front of Kathy naked. Kris and Kim had pinned large white silk bows in the back of their hair, while Jim and Mike had bows tied around their cocks. Kris looked at Kathy and asked with a straight face, "Mistress, we need some advice. You will notice that we tied the bows around their balls and cocks together. Would it be better if they were only around their cocks?" Kathy was dumbstruck. Kris continued with a shrug of her shoulders, "Well, I guess we can settle that later." Looking at Kathy she said, "Since you refuse the money, we'll just have to work it off. I calculate that working off three million dollars will take over one hundred years, even with our husbands working with us. "They can help a lot, too. Mike and Jim are very talented bartenders, for example. Moreover, since Kimberly and I are prostitutes, we will entertain your male guests while Mike and Jim entertain your female friends. They are really very ... talented." With a lascivious grin she added, "Mike has the most talented tongue. Who would ever have believed it? Not only can he keep me in orgasm for minutes at a time eating my cunt — my juices just flow like a fountain — but he can concentrate on just one part of my body — my tits, for example — and get me off." With a big smile she added, "Aren't we going to provide a wonderful service for you and your friends?" "Okay, turkeys!" Kathy interjected. "I give up. I guess I'll have to accept the money." With a pout, Kris gave her the two checks saying, "Oh, damn! Mistress, you're no fun. We were all really looking forward to serving as your slaves." Then she said, "But we're not through with you yet. You wouldn't let us renounce our claims on Jim's and Mike's money. The result is that we each now own 25 percent of Pacific/Higgins. "Then we started to worry. You see, if Mike and I want to do one thing and Jim and Kimmie want to do something else, we're stuck. The vote splits fifty-fifty." Then with a wicked grin she continued, "This is where we really start to get even with you, Mistress. You see, we're each contributing 4 percent of our stock — to you. You are now a member of the Board of Directors of Pacific/Higgins — bringing the membership to five — and the owner of 16 percent of the stock. In addition, we would like you to become senior vice president — legal affairs. This way when Ken gets out of school and handles our legal work, he will be working for you. "By the way, I'm now senior vice president — finance and administration and Kimberly is senior vice president — machinery & equipment. Of course, Jim is chairman and chief executive officer, while Mike is president and chief operating officer." Then with a warm look of pleading on her face she asked, "Kathy, will you join our company and our board of directors. Please?" Then with a little grin she added, "Besides, we're going on our real honeymoon for a month or two and we need to have someone here in Los Angeles to mind the store." Kathy's jaw had dropped when she heard about the stock. "You can't be serious! This makes the three million look like petty cash! That company has to be worth over a billion dollars and you're giving me 16 percent of it? As a gift?" "Yep," Kris replied brightly. "And guess what? We even paid the gift tax on it. It's now all yours, free and clear." At that point Kathy broke down in tears, sobbing, "Please stop! I can't take this anymore. All I did was to get two of the most beautiful young women in the world to work for me free as slaves! I didn't do a thing. You two did it all — not that there was really very much to do, at that. You both were stunningly beautiful before you ever met me." "We were prostitutes," Kris interjected. "You know, Kathy: whores, hookers, sluts. We were filth on two feet and you saved us." Now tears were flowing from her eyes as she continued, "You made us into nice women — at least people think we are, so I guess it's almost as good. You tricked us into marriage. As a result, for the last week Kim and I have experienced a level of happiness and fulfillment we couldn't even dream about." Her tears had stopped and she now glared straight into Kathy's eyes. "Let me put it into language even you might understand. If we were both to drop dead right here, right now, we would have already achieved more happiness than almost anyone else has in an entire lifetime. Now shut up, already, and keep the damned stock!" Tears were still flowing from Kathy's eyes so Kris went to her, knelt beside her chair and took the girl into her arms. As she hugged her tight, she could smell the characteristic fragrance of Kathy's body. Then she kissed her with all the love she could communicate and then whispered, "Kathy, we're doing it because we love you so damned much! Can't you please just understand and accept it?" With that Kathy kissed her warmly, then kissed the other three in turn. When she returned to her seat, Kris grinned and said, "We have another surprise for you. Kim and I have been worrying about you and Ken getting cold in bed at night. We finally realized that it's the real reason you had us sleep with you. Furthermore, there really is a lot of work trying to keep the townhouse clean, and now that you're on our board, we're concerned about where you will find the time. "Well, the answer superficially was very simple. We would just buy you another slave or two." Then she smiled and added, "Of course, that was before we found out the extent to which the Royal Navy's blockade of the Slave Coast has really reduced the supply." She shrugged and looked to Kimberly for support. "Kim, don't you agree that we really did the best we could? Even if it really isn't very good?" "Sure do," the girl replied with a grin. Then she rose, went to the phone and called Judy at the front desk. She asked her to send the other guest back to Kathy's office. Listening to the exchange, Kathy was almost certain that her leg was being pulled, but there was still a nagging doubt. Then there was a quiet knock on the door and it opened revealing a very pretty woman wearing a raincoat. "This is your new slave, Andy," Kim said. Turning to the woman she said, "Slave Andy, present yourself to your new mistress." The woman slipped off her coat and let it drop to the floor revealing her naked body. She was five feet eight and of indeterminate age. Her hair color seemed to come from a bottle because although her pubic hair was light brown — and spread all over her lower belly — the hair on her head was a frosted blonde. Her best feature was her eyes which were a brilliant blue. Her figure was very poor, being essentially pear-shaped. Although she was drastically overweight, most of the extra weight was concentrated below her waistline. Her hips were larded with fat and her ass was very fat and flabby. Her thighs were even dimpled because of the depth of fat. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she went to Kathy and said, "Good morning, Mistress Kathy. I am Slave Andy. My former name was Andrea Pierce Taylor and I am from New York." Now she really began to cry but still tried to hold her head up straight as she said, "I am sure you have already been warned about the decline in slave quality. I am about as bad as it can get. I am a fat slob. My tits..." She laughed bitterly and said, "My bags ... are flabby and falling. Still, the upper half of my body is far better than the bottom half. I am larded with fat. My ass is..." Andy just shook her head and said, "I guess I had better start at the beginning. How did I come to be here at all?" Holding her head up straight, she put her shoulders back in an effort to get her breasts up. It was an improvement, but not much. "First, I am ... or was ... married to John Fletcher Taylor, III. He is president of AGC and really runs the annual convention." She laughed bitterly and interjected, "I guess the best thing you can say about Fletch and me is that we deserve each other. We are probably the most ugly and evil twosome on the face of the earth. Although we're married, it's more accurate to say that we share housing. Each of us was very wealthy before our marriage and we still go our separate financial ways. For that matter, we go our separate ways socially, as well. Perhaps you could summarize us by noting that I am known as 'Drea while my husband is Fletcher or Fletch. You know, J. Fletcher Taylor, III? But as I said, we are evil. "What do I mean by evil? We delight in degrading people. For example, Fletch always has a mistress or a girl friend. They are usually pretty little airheads. When things get a little dull, or when Fletcher decides to get rid of a girl, he'll bring her up to the apartment and let me amuse myself. My usual is to have the girl fuck herself with Fletch lying on his back while I beat her with a whip. Then he makes them go down on me while he takes a turn whipping her. "Once we kept a little girl prisoner for almost two weeks. We had agreed to pay her $10,000 a day for as many days as she could stand. She took far more than I ever thought she could, including eating her own shit and drinking her urine." As she spoke, Kathy could see the torment in the woman's eyes, although she was sparing herself nothing. "To get back to Kimberly and Kristin at the convention: A few years ago Fletcher conceived of the idea of the mistresses and girlfriends beauty contest. Each year he would get some bimbo to come out with him and set it up for her to win. Of course, he fucked them — or tried to. He always said he fucked their asses off, but after what happened a couple of days ago, I'm not sure he could fuck them at all. At any rate, when I saw him after the beauty contest, he was fit to be tied. It seems a couple of new young women — wives of members, yet — absolutely destroyed his competition. Standing totally naked, they were utterly spectacular — and completely unconcerned about their nudity. Fletch wanted to get even somehow. "I first saw them at the dance for husbands and wives. The girls — Kimberly and Kristin, of course — were so beautiful, so graceful, and so vibrant I hated them on the spot and vowed I would fix them." The woman shook her head and said bitterly, "'Fix them for what?' you might ask. The answer to that one is pretty simple, too: for being everything I couldn't possibly be. But then there was the question, how to fix them? Clearly, there was nothing — no matter how illegal, unethical, or flat-out evil I wouldn't do. Well, I conceived of a poker game. I would cheat, of course, and make the girls degrade themselves in front of their new husbands. "Although I hadn't quite made up my mind, I was thinking in terms of having them defecate on the floor and then eat it. The prior time in New York had been ... interesting." She shook her head while looking at Kathy and said, "Mistress, I am telling you this only to give you some idea of what you will be up against." Then she continued her narrative. "Anyway, we arranged to have a poker game in our suite on Sunday night. We invited the Duffys, the Higgins, and another couple from New York for an evening of poker." The woman now smiled with real humor for the first time. "What an idiot I was! It turned out that not only are Kris and Kim incredibly good poker players, they are also incredibly skilled card mechanics." She looked at Kathy and said, "Mistress, you may not be familiar with the term. A card mechanic is an expert at stacking a deck. He or she can deal from the top, the bottom, the middle, or any combination. In other words, she can stack the hands by dealing almost any given combination of cards to anyone at the table. "Well, we agreed to play for table stakes. I had thoughts of being able to just buy pots — in table stakes you cannot bet what you don't have at the table, so if a player has a much bigger bankroll than anyone else, she can just buy a pot by making a bet so large that no one at the table has the money to call." She grinned wryly and shook her head. "When I tried that, Kris called with two-hundred thousand in cash. Of course, she had the winning hand, so that ended my effort to buy pots. It got towards the end of the evening and I was really getting desperate. Then I brought a stacked deck into the game. Although I was running short of money, Kris agreed to let me continue to play. Rather than paying with money, though, if I lost I was to do anything the winner wished. "I didn't think anything of it knowing I was going to win. Anyway, I stacked the deck and started to bet. Everyone except Kris folded, but she just kept upping my bets. I was holding a full house: kings over tens. I guess I put all my money on the hand — I lost over eight-hundred thousand that night, mostly to Kris — and called her. She had a full house, too: aces over jacks. When I saw it, I was utterly stunned. Kristin had re-stacked the deck on me! "Anyway, she let me ante on the next hand with another wish. I should tell you that she, Kimberly, and their husbands were all beautifully dressed and the girls were scrumptious — I have never seen so much loveliness or such natural beauty in my life. Not only was I jealous — I was, of course — but there was something much more. The girls just radiate sheer goodness. That was what I couldn't accept. I had to destroy them both if possible. If not, I would settle for one: Kris. "I brought in another pre-stacked deck. It was my deal and the deck was set to give Kris an ace-high full house, but give me a royal flush. However, I had to draw two cards to fill it to make it look good — two pat hands on one deal would be a bit much. Of course, the deck was stacked to provide me with the correct cards. As I knew they would, the others folded leaving only Kris and me in the game. She was supposed to stand on her full house. So I bet another wish to open. Previously, we agreed that a wish was worth ten thousand dollars. Kris raised me ten. She was playing into my hand, so I raised her again ... and yet again. She looked at me and asked if Fletcher was included in my performance if I lost. She wanted his cooperation and agreed that she would accept that as another bet. Fletch agreed and we kept going. I guess we got to five wishes before Kris just called me. "Then I asked her if she wanted cards. I almost fainted when she asked for two. You see, the top two cards on the deck were the cards I needed to complete my royal flush. When I tried to deal from the bottom, her hand was on top of mine like a steel trap. She said, 'Drea, I would like my cards from the top of the deck, please.' "I gave her the top two cards — my two cards! I was so stunned, I really don't remember what happened next. What I do remember is Kris laying down three aces against my busted flush." She shook her head and smiled in chagrin. "I was so damned overmatched against Kris, it was ridiculous. Anyway, I just sat there shuddering and asked if she wanted to play another hand. Then I looked at her eyes. Honestly, I have never seen such cold eyes in my life. Kris has the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, but that night they were like Arctic ice. She shook her head and said, 'No, I think I'll take my wishes now.' Then she glared at me and ordered me to strip. "It wasn't stripping naked that bothered me — as you already know, I don't have the morals of an alley cat. What bothered me was that I spend a great deal of money on clothes and undergarments to minimize the apparent size of my lower body. As you can so easily see, if I lost about forty pounds I would just be a fat slob. My condition now? There are no words adequate to describe my ugliness. "Anyway, I took off my clothes while Fletch took his off, too. I thought the poor guy was going to have a stroke! I have never seen his face so red! He, too, wears a corset to conceal his fat. When we were naked, we were both disgusting-looking. Then Kris told me to lay face down on the card table and receive him in my ass." The woman started to cry but continued through her sobs, "Although we had never done it — actually, Fletch and I almost never have sex together — it wasn't a matter of morals. You see, he almost couldn't do it. My ass is so fat, and his belly is so fat, in spite of the size of his cock, he could hardly get it even to reach my asshole! I had to pull my cheeks apart as hard as I could and then he just barely came in contact. He finally entered me about an inch or so — it hurt like hell, even though it barely got in. Finally, he spent inside me, or at least pretended to, but Kris was laughing so hard, she really didn't care. "Then she told me to take him in my mouth! Please keep in mind that I was going to have Kris and Kim eat their own shit and had earlier done it for two days with that other girl. But me? My God! "When I complained, Kris looked puzzled and said, 'What's the trouble, 'Drea? Surely, you wash your asshole, don't you?' I took him in my mouth and this time I guess he really did cum, at least a little. Then she told me to lie down on the table and take Fletch inside me. By this time I was so mortified by having to reveal what a horror-show my body really is, I just did it. Finally, they let us stop. "Our friends from New York had left the suite before our mortification had begun — they didn't know exactly what was going to happen but didn't want to know either. Anyway, the next day I sought out Kris, found her, and we talked. So anyway, here I am. The first change has already been made: from now on, my name is Andy. 'Drea is dead, buried and good riddance." At that point Andy went to her knees and took something from the pocket of the raincoat she had been wearing. Giving it to Kathy she said, "Kris and Kimmie told me that you remade them. Having gotten to know them, I sincerely doubt that it's true. Nevertheless, I am here to offer you the biggest challenge of your life, Mrs. Carlson. Try to remake me. The check you have is certified, and is payable to you in the amount of three million dollars." With a small grin she added, "If you received one million for working on the girls, I know I should be paying you at least ten, but I'm really cheap ... But I guess I already told you that." Then the woman went to her knees in front of Kathy. With tears streaming from her eyes she pleaded, "Please, Mistress, let me be your slave! I will do anything if you will give me the opportunity." Kathy took the woman's face between her hands and just looked deeply into her eyes. Andy didn't blink. Finally, Kathy nodded and said, "Okay, Slave Andy. I'll do it. But for how long?" Before answering, Andy again went back to the pocket of her raincoat and brought out a rather thick legal document. Then she said, "I will be your slave until released, Mistress. That may be for the rest of my life. The document in your hand turns over everything I own to you — the present value of it all is about $600 million. It is an irrevocable power of attorney giving you complete control and full discretion over all of my assets. You may use them as you please, for whatever you please — essentially, they are now yours." Kathy skimmed the document and realized it was exactly what Andy had said it was. Then she reached out her arms and said softly, "Slave Andy, come here." The woman did and knelt down between Kathy's legs. Kathy took her face in her hands and kissed her full on the lips. In spite of everything Kris and Kim had told her about Kathy, it was the one thing she did not expect. At first her lips were rigid, but they soon melted under Kathy's love. Andy's experience was beyond anything she had ever had. She could feel the purest love flowing into her body. While still feeling Kathy's lips move on hers, she began to cry like her heart would break. Tears started to flow in rivers, but still Kathy's lips remained locked on hers. Finally she was released and she sat back on her heels, just looking up at Kathy. "Mistress, why did you do that? I am utterly filthy! Why?" Kathy just looked at her closely and said, "Because I think there's hope for you. Honest. I think you just went off the track somewhere..." "About the time I was conceived," the woman interjected, "or when I was born. Certainly by the age of six months at the outside! I am a disgrace to the human race..." The anguished woman just dissolved into uncontrollable tears. "Off the track," Kathy repeated firmly. "You are basically a very good person who has convinced herself that she is the personification of everything evil. Every once in a while you do something to confirm your evil opinion of yourself." With her eyes downcast and her face to the floor Andy said, "You are wrong, Mistress. Honestly, you are. I am just pure evil on two feet." Then the woman looked up and Kathy could see raw pleading in her eyes. She said, "Mistress, there is one more thing I beg of you." She dropped her head and said, "Please discipline me." She looked up at Kathy again and added, "You might think I'm a masochist, but really I'm not. In fact, I have a very low tolerance for pain. The fact is, though, that I must be punished for the evil I have done. Could you bring yourself to do it? Please? Even if you are right and I am wrong about myself, I have done some incredibly evil things that must be punished. Can you do it? Will you?" Kathy just looked at the woman and realized an affirmative answer was very important to her. Whether it was for the reason she stated or something else, Kathy couldn't know. But slowly she nodded her head. ------- Chapter 30 When Judy Jeffries walked into the lounge of the Ramada Inn north of San Diego, she took a deep breath. She was about to try to pick up a man — something she had never done nor had she ever dreamed of doing. It was Friday evening and she had received a telephone call from her mother earlier in the week. She had been told about a new officer who had joined her father's command at Camp Pendleton, a major named Mike Morris. According to her mother he was a wonderful guy, but where girls were concerned, he was out to lunch. "I think he's like your father, darling," her mother had said. "The reason he was so effective in the Corps was that he sublimated his sex drive in his work. If I hadn't come along your father would still be a bachelor! And Mike Morris is the same way, I hear." Her mother told her that Mike hung out at the bar at the Ramada Inn every Friday night with the rest of the bachelors who didn't have dates, as well as married officers whose wives were elsewhere. This is what brought her to the place. As she walked in she was scared to death. Before she left her suite, she had carefully checked everything in the room and double-checked her appearance. When she did, she concluded that she was looking as good as it was possible for her ever to look. She had visited Henry Hall the day before and had her hair completely restyled. The dress she was wearing was her very best — a white sleeveless silk dress with a scoop neck and a plunging back which set off her golden tan. With her hair now cut short to display its yellow-gold color, and with her Pacific-blue eyes, she was a knockout. Now, she thought, we'll see if I can be attractive to a man! Mike Morris had recently taken command of the reconnaissance battalion of the Third Marine Division. That night he had come over to the Ramada with his executive officer, Captain Calvin Smith. They were chatting at the bar and Cal was standing facing the door. Mike had said something inconsequential when he saw Cal's eyes bug and he almost dropped his drink. "My God, Mike!" he exclaimed. "Get a look at this! An angel just appeared..." When Mike turned, he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life standing at the entrance looking around. She was about five feet eight inches tall with short golden blonde hair and a figure that was female perfection. Looking at her, his heart rolled over. It was obvious she was looking for someone, and he wondered who the lucky guy could be. The band playing that evening was very good and it featured numbers from the big-band era. They had just started to play a Glen Miller number when the girl made her way between the dancers and headed towards the bar. Mike looked to his left and right to see the guy whose face would have lighted up. All he saw were other men whose looks were like his own. They, too, were looking for the lucky man. Seeing the tall, light-haired major at the bar, Judy's heart rolled over. Her mother had said she thought she would like him, but even at the distance she thought she was in love already. Straightening her back, she went between the dancers towards the bar. She was subtly amused to see Mike Morris looking right and left, apparently trying to figure out who she was there to meet. Stopping right in front of him she put out her hand and said, "Hi! My name is Judy. Will you dance with me?" Mike quickly spun around expecting to find someone standing behind his shoulder. There was no one! Cal Smith — the fink! — had opened space between them at the bar. Just because he's married and his wife's not out here yet is no reason to leave me alone! Mike thought. Finally he realized the girl was actually talking to him! Diffidently he extended his hand and found it taken in a very firm grip. He stammered, "I ... I ... I would love to." Taking her hand, he led her out onto the dance floor. Only when he was on the floor did his brain start to function sufficiently for him to remember ... He couldn't dance! All of a sudden the tortures of his plebe year at the Naval Academy came back to him in all their anguish. Plebes were required to attend a certain number of dances. To him, every one had been torture of the very worst sort. He was certain, though, that his torment was nothing compared to the agonies suffered by the poor girls who had danced with him. That was another thing, he remembered. In addition to attending, it was compulsory to dance a minimum number of times each night. When they were out on the floor, he held out his arms and Judy fit into them as if she had been born there. She moved close and put her cheek against his. When she did, he could smell the most exquisite perfume floating up to his nostrils from her body — it was like nothing he had ever smelled before. He didn't know that he was smelling her clean young body with its natural perfume enhanced by musk oil. Looking down he realized he was looking down the front of her dress in the val between her breasts. Suddenly he realized she isn't even wearing a bra! Then he realized to his utter amazement that she was floating in his arms like a feather. I'm actually dancing! Mike was in a daze as they moved around the dance floor. Then he realized she had said something to him that he had paid no attention to. With a shake of his head in an effort to clear it he said, "I beg your pardon? Did you say something ... Judy, isn't it?" "Yes I did," she replied in the softest, most beautiful voice he had ever heard, "I asked you what your name is. I already told you that mine is Judy." "It's ... It's ... It's Mike. Mike Morris," he stammered. Then he looked into her beautiful blue eyes and added, "Judy, you are so beautiful I completely forgot my own name!" Her reply amazed and disconcerted him: "That's nice. I'm really glad to hear that." As they moved around the dance floor, it was as if Judy was utterly weightless — she just seemed to float in his arms with her feet off the floor. Only then did he realize that his hand on her back was touching bare skin — skin so smooth it felt like satin. Not knowing what to say, he said nothing. Finally the set ended. To his utter amazement Judy cocked her head and raised her lips. As if in a trance he lowered his head and his lips met hers in the most perfect kiss he could imagine. The instant their lips came together there was a massive charge of electricity flowing between them and he was almost deafened by the bells. He was in a daze as he looked down and realized her arms were around his neck and all her weight was being supported by them. Then she raised her lips again and murmured, "Mike, that was utterly perfect. Would you kiss me again, please?" Although the dance floor had largely cleared off — the band was taking a break — he pulled her close and lowered his lips to hers. It was a repeat of the first with electricity and bells. As they reluctantly parted there were cheers from the Marines at the bar led by Cal Smith. To his utter amazement Judy wasn't bothered a bit. She just grinned at the guys, winked at Cal and waved. Then she asked, "Have you eaten yet, Mike? Could I buy you a dinner?" "Good grief!" he exclaimed. "Judy, would ... would you have dinner with me?" "I would love to!" she exclaimed with the most brilliant smile he had ever seen. "Frankly, I'm starving to death!" They went to the maître d's stand and again Mike was shocked when Judy murmured her name too softly for him to hear but then asked for her table reservation. As the maître was showing them to their table — a booth against the back wall — Mike heard him say that all of her arrangements had been taken care of. What was already the most amazing evening of his life was becoming stranger still. When they were seated in the booth, Judy was sitting at Mike's left. There were even more surprises. Rather than asking if they wished to order cocktails, the head waiter merely repositioned two champagne glasses and went off. When Judy looked down at Mike's left breast, she let out a soft whistle. He was wearing two rows of three service ribbons on his chest but they were scarcely ordinary. The first was the light blue ribbon with white stars signifying the Medal of Honor. It was followed by the Navy Cross with oak-leaf cluster, the Air Force Cross, Silver Star, Air Medal and finally the Purple Heart with two oak-leaf clusters indicating three awards. She said softly, "You've been very active in the service, haven't you, Mike? I guess that's how you became a major while you're so young. How old are you, by the way?" Morris was required by uniform regulations to wear decorations on his uniform but the requirement was only for two rows of three. If an individual qualified for more, he could wear them all, of course, or he could wear the most senior six. Since Mike was embarrassed by the whole thing, he took the latter option and relied on the fact that almost no one knew what any of the ribbons meant. Since it wasn't terribly difficult to get two rows of ribbons without ever hearing a shot fired in anger or even leaving the country, few people ever commented on them. Replying to her question he said, "I'm twenty-six, Judy. How old are you?" "I'm twenty-two," she said. Then she asked softly, "Can you tell me about the Medal of Honor, Mike? How did you win it?" His eyes widened but he stammered, "I'm sorry, I can't..." "The award is public but the citation is classified, isn't it? Was it from the SEALS? What about the Navy Cross? Excuse me, two Navy Crosses. Those don't come in every box of cereal, either." Trying to duck he asked, "How can you possibly know that? They're just ribbons, after all." Raising an eyebrow she said, "Just ribbons? Just four awards of the two highest medals for gallantry in combat that our Nation has! Two rows of ribbons — the uniform regs minimum — without getting past awards for heroism! Your ribbons end with three Purple Hearts!" Now glaring at him she said, "Please don't treat me like an ignorant little kid, Michael Morris!" Mike was stunned. Because the country had been at peace for quite a while, there had been few major awards given out for valor. On the other hand, there had been a proliferation of decorations of all sorts, many of which were scarcely more than good-conduct medals. The result was that few people ever looked, and fewer still knew what the ribbons signified. Several senior NCOs did, but a raised eyebrow was all it took to get them to keep their mouths shut. On the other hand he did notice that whenever they saluted him they were trying to convey real respect in the quality of their salutes. With Judy he didn't know what to do, but it was clear he couldn't bluff her. He was saved by the waiter who appeared with a bottle of champagne. After showing the label to Judy and receiving her nod of approval, he poured a bit for her. After sniffing it and taking a small sip she smiled and nodded. He poured Mike's glass, filled hers and then withdrew. A moment later another waiter appeared with a large caviar service for the two of them. Although caviar was something Mike had heard of, he had never seen it, let alone tasted it. It provided him with an opportunity to counterattack. "What is this stuff, Judy? Champagne... ? I guess the stuff in the bowl is caviar, isn't it?" She nodded sheepishly and he continued, "Why?" Swallowing hard she asked, "Mike, do me a favor? Please kiss me again." Sitting side by side, he turned towards her, took her into his arms and then gently kissed her. At least Mike intended the kiss to be gentle; Judy did not. Putting her arms around his neck, she began to work her lips on his in a way she had never done in her life before. Then her tongue darted out and probed his mouth contacting his tongue and sending shocks of electricity through them both. Judy had mentally vowed to unleash all the passion she could to try to communicate her feeling for Mike through her lips. The result almost knocked him out. Then he realized that she was trying to communicate her love for him. Not to be left out, Mike put his arms tightly around her body and squeezed. When he did he could hear wonderful happy sounds coming from deep in her body. Then he took the initiative to explore her mouth with his tongue. Finally the two eased apart in order to breathe. They were still in each other's arms with their faces only far enough apart for their eyes to focus. Huskily she replied, "Thank you, Mike. In answer to your question, I want to make love with you tonight. I hope it's obvious to you by now how much I love you. I just want to express my love for you with my body. Will you let me? Please? Will you go to bed with me tonight?" Mike was so utterly stunned he didn't know what to say. Before he could say anything she added, "My body is very clean. I have no diseases or anything. Honest!" Then she looked at him intently and asked, "But am I attractive enough for you? Is there anything about me you would like changed?" Then with a little smile she said, "Forget that question for now. I'll ask it again later, when you're seeing me naked." Mike was in a state of utter shock. Nothing like this had ever happened to him nor had he ever heard of anything like it happening to anyone else. My God! he thought. This doesn't even happen in the movies! I'm in the presence of the most magnificent female I have ever seen, and she says she loves me! Meanwhile Judy was fixing a plate of caviar for him. Then, with a warm smile, she picked up a piece of caviar-covered toast and held it in front of his mouth. Almost in a daze he opened his mouth and took a bite. "Do you like it?" she asked softly. "I so hope you do." With a quick grin she added, "It's supposed to be an aphrodisiac. I don't know if it is or not, but tonight I can't take any chances." Then raising her champagne glass to him she waited for him to pick up his own — Mike was amazed that he could actually pick it up by himself — and clinked hers to his. "To us, Mike! And to a marvelous weekend. I hope it proves to be as memorable for you as I'm sure it will be for me." They each sipped the wine and Mike suddenly realized it was utterly superb. "Why are you doing this?" Mike blurted. "What, in heaven's name, is going on, anyway?" He was utterly baffled by the way the evening was going. "This is a farewell party," she said very softly. Then in a whisper she said, "It's a farewell to your virginity, Mike." Looking him straight in the eye she added, "It is true, isn't it? You have never made love to a woman before in your life, have you?" His initial reaction was to protest that he was experienced. Instead, though, he allowed his accumulated frustration to show and he just murmured, "No, Judy, I haven't." Then with a wry grin he added, "Isn't that just awful!? Can you believe a guy could be over twenty-five years old and never made love to a woman. God! You must think I'm an awful creep!" "No, darling," she replied softly. "I think you are awfully good! And very nice. And I love you desperately." "You what?" he exclaimed. He blushed as soon as he realized he had almost shouted the last words. Heads turned to look at him, and he wanted to sink into the floor. After waiting for the other people to return to their own conversations, he said softly, "Judy, you can't be serious! How can you possibly love me?" "I don't know, Mike," she replied softly while taking his hand in hers. "But I do ... And you love me back, too." She looked down at her slender hand in his large one. Then she lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly. Changing the subject she asked, "Mike, are there any long-term effects from your wounds? I guess you've been pretty badly shot up, haven't you?" "How did you know that?" he asked. "Please, Mike! Knock it off, will you? We already went over your medals. The Purple Heart is awarded for wounds suffered in combat. You have three — and I don't think they were given for stubbing your toe on beach defenses, either." "I'm okay," he replied softly. "There are a couple of bullet holes, but except for little depressions, there's nothing much to see." Then with a little grin he added, "My equipment for making love is very much intact." To his surprise, her eyes lighted up when he mentioned depressions in his skin. "That's great!" she exclaimed. "My best friend's husband was shot up and she loves to use her engorged nipple to probe into the depressions. I don't know what Ken thinks about it, but Kathy just loves it!" With her eyes gleaming she asked, "Mike, can I try that with you? My nipples are pretty small but they engorge nicely. Can I? Please?" He just shook his head. Changing the subject she asked, "What brings you out here, Mike. I know you were in the SEALS, but what are you doing now?" "I command a newly-formed reconnaissance battalion," he replied. "Right now we're training with an Army group ... God, those guys are tough! And with a combat tradition you would not believe! Carlson's Rangers are the real thing..." "Carlson's Rangers? You're kidding!" Judy exclaimed. "I mentioned my best friend? She's Kathy Carlson and her husband is Ken Carlson who, I guess, gave that unit its name. She's the one who loves to probe Ken's shoulder with her gorgeous nipple." Then she asked, "That is the unit you mean, isn't it?" "My God!" he exclaimed. "Do you mean to say Ken Carlson is still alive? With all the stories told about him, we all thought he was buried in Vietnam somewhere. We just assumed that no one could possibly do what he did and actually come out of it alive." "Darling, he is very much alive. And his wife, Kathy, figures strongly in the legend. She's the writer of the Kathy-grams — but I don't know if you've heard of them." Then with a very warm smile she added, "Incidentally, she's the one who helped me with the plans for this weekend. She is the most incredible woman alive! Beautiful? My God, I look ugly compared to her." Then she smiled and asked, "Do you follow golf at all?" "Sometimes I'll watch a tournament on television," he replied. "Why?" "By any chance did you see or hear anything about the LPGA Kapalua Open a couple of months ago? It was won by an amateur playing in her first tournament." Mike's face lighted up. "Hell, yes! By the time it was over, every guy in the BOQ was packed around the TV. That girl was incredible!" "That was Kathy Carlson," Judy said with her eyes beaming. Mike just shook his head in amazement. The couple talked through a magnificent dinner. Judy found that Mike was a voracious reader — he maintained that he did it to try to keep his mind off girls. They debated the comparative merits of a number of classics indicating to Mike that Judy was also very smart, well-read, and well-informed. While they were talking, the dinner unfolded magnificently. He just enjoyed it as the finest meal he had ever had in his entire life. Finally they had coffee and the best cognac in the house. While they were sipping it, Judy said, "I'm sorry, Mike, for not having cigars. They are perfect at the end of a meal like this. But since we're going to be making love, I didn't think you would like my mouth tasting of cigar tonight. Maybe some other time..." Then with a sigh she added, "Well, darling, shall we go?" "Go where?" "To my suite, silly," she replied softly. "I guess we could go to your room in the BOQ, but the beds aren't very good and they sure aren't very big. I want you to really enjoy your first time with a woman. Now shall we?" "But ... But I don't have anything..." "Darling, I have toiletries for you in the bathroom. That's all you'll need for at least the next day or so. Now shall we go?" "But what about the check?" "It's all taken care of," she replied. "By the way, all of this is courtesy of Kathy Carlson, too. She's a partner in the Firm where I work and she's ... she's just great!" With a small smile — Judy was beginning to feel very nervous — she asked again, "Can we go now?" ------- When she unlocked the door of her suite, Mike entered and let out a soft whistle. It was nicer than anything he had ever seen before. Turning back to Judy, he saw her standing with her arms at her sides but with her wanting obvious in her eyes. When he moved to take her into his arms, he could see the wanting replaced by a look of joy. Their kiss was even better than the ones before. Parting, Judy began to untie his tie and helped him off with his tunic. Then she disappeared into the bedroom leaving Mike alone. Not knowing what else to do, he sat down on the sofa to wait. Only moments later, the door to the bedroom opened. Looking up, he saw Judy standing naked, framed in the doorway. She was utterly exquisite with her golden body not showing blemishes of any kind. There was a hesitant smile on her face but then she came across the room and knelt on the floor in front of him. Cupping her golden breasts she said, "My darling, these are my tits. They are full and firm. Maybe they're too firm for you. Please feel them." Hesitantly he reached out his hands. When he did, she moved her hands down to her sides and just held her back up even straighter than it had been. Very tentatively he touched her left breast with his right hand and then started to jerk it away as if her breast were hot to the touch. Before he could, though, Judy grabbed his hand with both of hers and pressed it hard against her bare flesh. "Squeeze it, Mike," she pleaded. "Please? I'm not at all breakable, really." He did and realized she was right. Her breast was full but very firm. Then she asked him to tweak her nipple and it instantly responded by engorging when he did. Realizing she would have to do more work than she had originally thought, she then took his hand and brought it down to her crotch. Taking his forefinger she held it like a pencil and stroked her labia with it, then used it to part her lips and brought it to her clitoris. "This is my clit, darling," she said. As she did she spread her knees wide apart and bent backwards to open up her slit to his gaze. "It is nothing but a mass of nerve endings to react to contact with your cock." Then she moved his finger down to the entrance to her vagina which was already dripping with her juices. "And this is my cunt, Mike. From now on it belongs to you to do with as you will. For that matter, the same thing is true of my entire body. I am so wet already it feels like it will wash away. Can you feel it?" Taking a more active rôle, Mike moved his finger around her slit and then gently probed her vagina. When he did, she sighed with pleasure. Then she straightened up and said, "You have seen some of me. How about you? May I see you?" Then she reached over and unbuckled his belt, unfastened his waistband and unzipped his fly. Before doing anything else, she took off his shoes and socks, then eased his pants off him. To his surprise, she rose to her feet and carefully put his trousers on a hanger and hung his tunic over them. Returning to where he was sitting, she went back down on her knees and eased his shorts down his legs seeing the large bulge made by his prick and balls before she took them off. When she did, she let out a quiet gasp. Mike Morris was beautifully built with a beautifully long and large cock now reaching its full erection. "Darling, you are gorgeous!" she exclaimed as she leaned forward to kiss its tip. "What are you doing?" he exclaimed. "You shouldn't do that, honey. It's ... It's dirty!" "No, darling," she insisted. "It's clean and pure and belongs in my sopping wet sheath." Then she lowered her head and took the pink tip in her mouth. When he tried weakly to lift her head off, he realized she had gripped his cock and wouldn't let go. As her tongue moved over his tip he felt a sensation he had never experienced before; it was utterly marvelous. He leaned back and enjoyed it for a moment, then sat up again and watched as her golden head went up and down on him. While she was moving he gently caressed her hair and realized it was like silken gold. Moving a lock of it away from her ear he realized how incredibly beautiful and feminine this girl was. Her ear was small, perfectly shaped, and lay flat against her head. Lowering his head, he kissed her ear gently and felt her body shiver in his arms. Continuing his exploration, he ran his fingers around her body with its satin-smooth skin over what he now realized were beautifully toned muscles. Finally he cupped her tits with both hands and squeezed, at first gently but then harder. When he did, he could hear wonderfully warm noises coming from deep in her body. In spite of continuing to move her head up and down on his throbbing cock, she managed to writhe in pleasure at the same time. Suddenly his cock exploded in her mouth taking him totally by surprise. Judy began to swallow as fast as she could, catching his warm cum in her mouth. When his pulsations slowed and then stopped, she lifted her head and just looked at Mike's cock. Carefully she licked off the tip and then looked up at him. "Mike, you are luscious! Thank you." Then she knelt up straight and took off his T-shirt, now baring his entire body. He looked like a Greek god, although there were the scars he had told her about from bullets and a jagged one that was still raw-looking. Obviously, it was from the most recent wound, and moreover, it had been inflicted only a short time before. Mike realized that he had totally lost any control of the situation. Furthermore, this beautiful girl was making love to him while he just sat like a bumpkin with a ... a prostitute. My God, he thought, that's what she's doing! She's prostituting herself ... for me! With that thought, he took her face in his hands and lifted it up. When she saw that Mike intended to kiss her, Judy struggled but to no avail. As strong as she was, he was far stronger. "Please don't!" she exclaimed. "Mike, my mouth is still full of your cum! You'll get sick!" "You didn't," he said softly, and then melted his lips to hers. When he forced his tongue past her lips, she realized he was not to be denied so she wrapped her arms around his neck and relished the intense love in his kiss. Meanwhile she could feel his tongue working around in her mouth. Finally he broke the kiss and whispered, "It tastes good! A little odd, but good. Do you like the taste, Judy? Do you do this often?" "I love it!" she replied, but without answering his second question. Then an idea occurred to Mike. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her and kissed her again. Then he gently eased her down flat on her back and dropped his mouth to her cunt. If she can do it to me, he reasoned, I guess I can do it to her, too. When Judy saw what Mike intended to do, again she tried to resist. "Darling, please don't! That's where your cock goes, not your mouth!" "If my cock which belongs in your cunt can go in your mouth, why can't my mouth go into your cunt?" he asked with a warm little smile. Although he had no real idea of what he should do, he began to lick her slit and then hardened his tongue to use as a small cock to penetrate into her vagina. When Judy realized that again her resistance was futile, she raised her pelvis to try to give him easier access. As she did, Mike realized that she was holding her hips up to him with no support beneath them. Thinking for a moment, he lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. "Thank you, darling," Judy whispered. "That does make it easier." Then skeptically she asked, "Do you like it? What does it taste like?" "Darling," he replied warmly, "like the rest of you, it tastes delicious!" He went back to his licking and then concentrated on her clit. By now her hips were bucking and he realized it was a good thing her legs were around his neck. It was the only way he could maintain position on her cunt. When he lightly bit her clit, she exploded. There was a gushing of her juices that he carefully lapped up and at the same time he realized she had gone limp in his arms. When he put her legs down on the floor, he realized that she was unconscious. While he worried and thought of calling for an ambulance, he saw her eyelids blink and then open. Judy stretched luxuriantly, ignoring the fact that she was lying naked on the carpet. "Mike, that was utterly delicious! Thank you so much," she whispered. "How did I taste? Was it awful?" "It was delicious!" he replied, "But are you all right, honey?" he asked. "What happened?" "Darling, when you bit my clit, the sensation just overwhelmed my nervous system and I blacked out." Then with a little grin she added, "Don't worry about it, Mike. That's just Clifford & Jamison standard." When he looked even more puzzled she just giggled and said she would explain it to him later. Mike sat back on his heels between her legs and just looked at her. He realized her body was utterly perfect. There was not an ounce of fat on her. She had broad shoulders for a woman supporting full breasts. Her body flowed down to a very slim waist and then widened again in beautiful curves to slim hips and down to utterly perfect legs. Her body was tanned all over without a strap mark anywhere. Her skin was an overall warm gold. Then he returned to the second question she had asked: "Darling, you taste wonderful. I can't describe it, but it was warm and sweet. I love it," he said with a smile. When he looked up at her face, he saw that she was looking at him with intense love in her eyes. "Mike," she whispered, "would you do me a great favor? Please carry me into the bedroom. Could you?" He moved and lifted her up in his arms. When he did, he realized how wonderful she felt as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is this carrying my bride across the threshold?" he asked with a small grin. "I hope so," she whispered so softly he barely heard her. Entering the bedroom with Judy in his arms, he was again surprised. There was a king-sized bed turned down on both sides. But in addition there was a wine cooler with an opened bottle of champagne sitting beside the bed. Gently he lowered her to the bed. When he did, before letting go of his neck Judy melted her lips to his in another passionate kiss. "Darling," she said softly, "I've taken you in my mouth and you have taken me in yours. I've been told that cum washes down beautifully with champagne. I suppose my love juices might, too. Do you want to try?" "Of course!" he replied. Then he carefully poured two glasses, gave one to Judy and then climbed into the bed beside her. While he was pouring the wine she was piling the pillows at the head of the bed. When Mike got in, she indicated the center and he rested his back against the headboard. Judy then moved as close as she could beside him and rested her head on his shoulder. Turning her head, she raised her glass and said, "Darling, to us!" Mike found that he could hold his champagne flute in his left hand and cradle her tit with his right. As he did, he could hear Judy make wonderful warm noises deep in her body and at the same time wriggle to get as close to him as she possibly could. When he sipped his champagne, he realized it was a marvelous taste sensation coming on top of her love juices that he could still taste in his mouth. After taking a couple of sips, Judy put her glass on the night-table and said, "Darling, I think it's that time. My cunt is as wet as it ever can be and your cock is as rigid as a steel pipe. Please, Mike? Please take me?" Putting his glass on the table he rolled over between her now-widespread thighs. Lifting her hips off the bed Judy placed the head of his throbbing cock at the mouth of her vagina and smiled, saying softly, "Darling, you're there. Now it's up to you." As soon as he moved into her slippery wetness he could feel how tight her vagina was around his cock. Easing himself in, he worked in very short strokes going deeper each time. Just when he encountered a strange resistance, Judy wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him towards her with all the strength in her powerful legs. There was an excruciating pain for an instant, which caused her to scream in spite of her resolve, but then Mike went in deeper. This time, when he withdrew, she swung her legs around and placed her ankles around his neck to support her lower body in a position that afforded him maximum penetration. In just a couple of more strokes his balls pounded against her tight little ass and she screamed again, but with pleasure this time. Soon he was moving in and out with very long strokes while she began slowly to rotate her hips. For both of them it was the most marvelous sensation either had ever had. Judy felt that she was being taken up to a peak. When she reached one, her cuming flooded her cunt with even more of her love juices and made Mike's movements easier with its lubrication. Feeling him inside her, whenever she felt he was about to release, she would subtly change her internal movements and let him catch his breath. Before long her cumings were occurring with increasing frequency until finally she achieved the level that Kathy had told her about so often: She was in continuous orgasm. Mike was utterly astonished watching the gorgeous golden girl move her body beneath him. What he saw confirmed an earlier impression: She was just gorgeous satin-smooth skin over finely-toned muscles. As she writhed beneath him he could see her muscles stand out with the strain. Her head was tossing from side to side on the bed and her pelvis was in violent spasm. "Fuck me, Mike!" she screamed. "Oh God, Darling, fuck me. Squeeze my tits, please." Moving in and out he reached out and squeezed her breasts. When he teased her erect nipples again she screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain — they were more sensitive than she dreamed possible. Finally, in spite of all of her movement, she could feel Mike about to release inside her. She could feel him begin to spurt and felt the wonderful warm cum flood her insides. This was the point she had been preparing for. With an almost superhuman effort, she willed herself to retain consciousness. Although everything turned grey, she made it and could feel her vagina throbbing in an effort to drain his massive balls. Reaching down she was able to get one of her hands on them and began to squeeze his balls in the same tempo as her vaginal contractions. This provoked a scream from Mike as he felt his whole being was in his cock. Things started to turn grey for him, too, and he fell forward supporting himself on his hands on the bed beside her. As he felt his cuming slow and finally stop, he leaned over and kissed her. It was the very best kiss yet. "Oh, Mike!" she exclaimed, "that was so good — far better than I ever dreamed." Then her brows wrinkled with concern and she asked, "How was it for you? Was I okay? Did you like it?" He just shook his head trying to regain his breath. Finally he gasped, "Judy, I could not believe anything could ever be so good! It was unbelievable ... And so are you! Darling, you are so incredibly beautiful." With the warmest smile on her face he had ever seen Judy said, "Mike, you now have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you want to take advantage of it." "What's that?" he asked. "Eat my cunt again, now. It will be ... different. Want to?" He had noticed that she had raised her knees and was lifting her pelvis off the bed to keep her vaginal opening high. Although he didn't know why she was doing it — it appeared to be very uncomfortable — but perhaps it related to her invitation. When he raised himself off her body, she shifted position downward on the bed. Going between her legs he put his mouth on her cunt. As soon as he did, she placed her legs over his shoulders to raise her cunt up to him. As he began to lick and suck, he found the taste wonderful — it even had a certain amount of salt. Entering into the spirit of it — he now realized he could bring her to orgasm by going down on her, too — he worked as hard as he could in an effort to extract as much fluid from her as he could and at the same time bring her to another climax. When he bit her clit lightly after exhausting all the fluid, she came again violently. The flow this time had a different taste — more like the first time he had gone down on her in the sitting room. After licking it all up, he rolled off her and moved up in the bed so he could rest against the headboard. After arranging the pillows again, he gently pulled her up to him and placed her head on his shoulder. Looking back down the bed he saw in the dim light what appeared to be a large dark stain where Judy had been lying. Before he had a chance to look at it more closely, her eyes blinked and then opened. "Thank you, darling," she whispered. "That was heavenly!" "But what's that ... that stain down there?" Mike asked with the worry audible in his voice. Looking down at the spot, Judy grinned wryly and said, "Your girlfriend is an awful slob, darling. That's the remains of my virginity. I didn't think it would be as messy as it turned out to be, though." Utterly stunned Mike exclaimed, "But you can't ... I mean you couldn't be... a virgin! Could you?" "Okay," she said agreeably. "I'm not a virgin. It's certainly true now, so what difference does it make?" Then she grinned at him and said, "Darling, the brutal fact of the matter is that you are the first man to touch me — anywhere! No man has ever touched my tit, let alone my cunt. I guess I can count the number of men I have ever kissed on the fingers of one hand and have a finger or two left over." Her grin changed to a warm smile as she finished, "That's how I could be so ... definite ... when I said I was clean and free of disease. Darling, I couldn't have a sexually transmitted disease because I've never had sex before — of any kind." Changing the subject she said, "By the way, how did you like the ... cocktail ... you just drank? The reason I said it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is that it represents virgin semen, virgin love juices, and a virgin's blood for salt. Was it good?" Mike was just looking at her. Then he pulled her head closer and buried his lips on hers. Almost instantly she rolled over on top of him and he held her tightly while they kissed. Then he became aware of her moving her chest against his. Breaking the kiss, he relaxed his hold thinking he was hurting her. He wasn't. There was a hurt look on her face as Judy asked, "Why did you stop?" "Because I was hurting you, honey," he replied, "And I don't ever want to do that!" "Darling, you weren't at all," she protested. Then she thought back to what she had been doing when he released his hold and grinned. "All I was doing was trying to rub my nipples against your gorgeous chest hair. Kathy says it's great, and even though I really didn't get a chance to try it for more than an instant, it was neat." Then with a cute little smile she said, "Darling, you have another unique opportunity if you want to take it. All I will tell you is, that if you take advantage of this opportunity, you can one-up Ken Carlson. Are you interested? Will you accept my offer?" "If you're saying that I have the chance to do something that Carlson couldn't do, the answer is hell, yes! What is it? What do I do?" Rolling off him onto the bed Judy was now face-down. She pulled her knees up beneath her raising her butt high into the air. With the cutest little grin he had ever seen, she said, "Neat! Fuck me in the ass! Right now!" Mike was shocked. "But I can't ... I mean ... Judy, I could split you in half..." "You might," she conceded, "but so what? Remember, darling, Ken and Kathy had been married for well over a year before he took the last of her virginity. You have the only chance you can ever have to take it all on the first night. Please? You said you would." "But ... How?" Mike was beside himself. He didn't have the first idea about what to do. "Just kneel behind me, put your cock in my wet cunt to pick up some vaginal juices — they work as a lubricant — and just put your glorious cock against my anal ring. Then we'll see," she instructed him. Although he was skeptical he did what she had said. When the tip of his cock was wet with her juices — She was right about that, he thought. She is an incredibly wet little thing — he put it against her amber ring. When he did he carefully stroked her beautiful ass cheeks and found they, too, were small, tight and very firm. Relaxing her sphincter the way Kathy had told her to, Judy pushed back against the tip of the cock as hard as she could. She screamed as she felt the terrible pain of his penetration but then she realized he was in. She had done it! "Now, darling," she said after catching her breath, "just do what you did before, but for God's sake, don't let it come out!" Then she pressed back hard just as he moved forward. The sensation on Mike's cock was indescribable. It was trapped in a tight band that just constantly squeezed it. At the same time he could feel that he was in a slippery channel and he started moving in and out in short strokes. As his huge cock slickened, his movement became easier and soon he could feel her buns against his pelvis as his balls swung forward to hit her cunt. Judy was moaning and exclaiming at what was now exquisite pleasure and soon was rotating her hips in a fashion similar to the way she had moved her cunt. Meanwhile, Mike continued to move in and out. To their amazement, she began to cum as the sensual pleasure just overwhelmed her. Soon she began to scream in ecstasy as her cumings became nearly continuous again. Finally she could feel the giant rod in her ass begin to pulsate. When she did, she moved her ass backward as hard as she could to drive his cock into her to its fullest just before he exploded inside her. Mike screamed, too, and collapsed on her back while he felt his cock pulsate with his discharge. Realizing he was lying on her back, he reached under her and grabbed her tits which were hanging below her and squeezed them hard, provoking another scream of delight from Judy. When his cock began to shrink back in size, he gently withdrew it and then pitched face-down on the bed beside her. After resting for a while they got up and went into the bathroom where Judy insisted on sharing a shower with him. They both delighted in soaping and caressing the other's body. When they finished, Judy carefully applied more musk oil to her tits and slit, then went back into the bedroom. Opening the closet, she took down a clean set of sheets and in a few moments had remade the bed, laughing at the mess now covering the original bottom sheet. Scrambling back into bed, she carefully poured more champagne and they toasted each other. After a passionate kiss they turned off the lights and Judy rested her head on Mike's shoulder. In just moments they were both asleep. Periodically during the night one or the other would awaken. When it was Mike, he found that Judy's cunt was always wet and ready to receive him. When it was Judy, she found that only the least fondling was enough to get Mike's cock as hard as steel to penetrate her again. The two maintained their passion until well after four in the morning, when utter exhaustion overtook them both. ------- Chapter 31 Mike Morris awakened with a start the next morning when he felt an unaccustomed weight on his shoulder. Then he realized there was something supple and warm molded against his right side and his right hand was cupping ... a woman's very firm breast. Then he remembered: he was in bed with Judy... My God, I still don't even know her last name! he thought, as the events of the preceding night came back in his memory with a rush. When he gently squeezed her breast, he was looking down at the girl and enjoying the feeling of her beautiful head on his shoulder. Then he realized he was looking directly into her bright blue eyes. "Good morning, darling," she whispered. "Did you sleep well?" she asked with a wonderfully warm little grin. Judy stretched like a great golden cat and then burrowed even closer against him. Then, with an incredibly quick and smooth motion, she rolled on top of his body and lay face-down on his chest with her chin resting on her folded hands. Moving up farther she positioned her mouth over his and lowered it until her lips just made contact with his. Their good-morning kiss was literally electrifying. Both of them felt the flow of electricity between them. Easing upward she focused her eyes on his and whispered, "Michael Morris, I love you very much." Reaching down behind her she found Mike's cock in full erection and his balls full. "You are so utterly spectacular, darling," she said softly. "You have stretched my insides so wonderfully." With her eyes wide she asked, "But don't you ever run out? I haven't even made a dent in your supply of wonderful cum." Moving further down on his body she rose, placed his rod at the entrance to her vagina and lowered her body on it. "Oh God!" she moaned, "this feels so great!" Very slowly she began to move up and down on the cock impaling her body. Then she stopped and leaned forward asking, "Mike, would you squeeze my tits? Please?" He did and she just moved her body slowly while she enjoyed his caresses. Meanwhile, she discovered internal muscles in her loins that she began to use to rhythmically squeeze his cock. Meanwhile, Mike ran his hands lightly over her body focusing on her breasts and her buns. With daylight now coming in through the drapes, he could see that she had a perfect all-over tan and an utterly flawless body. Then he felt her loins quiver as she achieved an orgasm but at the same time strove to prevent him from releasing. "What are you doing?" he asked softly. "I'm fucking myself, darling," she replied, "but I'm doing it a new way — or trying to, anyway. I'm not really sure it will work." Remarkably, it did. She found that she could sustain her own orgasm by just playing with her internal muscles but without moving on his organ. When he finally released, his flood of cum took her over her crest and caused her to black out. Her body collapsed on top of his in a dead faint. When he felt his pulsations stop and her involuntary vaginal contractions end, Mike carefully rolled her body off him, moved down on the bed, and then began carefully to lick out her cunt. He found he loved it. In spite of what he had expected, she smelled fresh and clean and tasted lovely. As he was finishing, her eyes fluttered open and she trapped his head between her muscular thighs. "Look what I found!" she exclaimed with a grin. "What is it, do you suppose? Whatever it is, it's eating me up!" When he finished she asked, "Was that your breakfast, darling? Or would you like something more?" He grinned back realizing that not only was Judy spectacular in bed but she seemed to have fun — she wasn't taking sex as a terribly serious thing. They got out of bed and again shared a shower. While Mike shaved, Judy washed her hair to get rid of the sweat in her hair and scalp. Finishing first, she put on one of the two unisex terry robes and went to the sitting room to order breakfast from room service. Mike came out wearing a robe at the same time the waiter arrived. Together they finished a remarkably large breakfast. Mike was amazed to see Judy eat it all and eat with relish. When he asked her, she replied simply that she was hungry pointing out that he had been getting all the rich protein from his cum, not her. When they finished, Judy, who had taken off her robe as soon as the waiter left and had been sitting naked at the table, knelt on the floor in front of Mike and said, "The time has come, Darling. What changes would you like me to make in my appearance? I want to be as perfect in your eyes as I can be." The intervening hours had done nothing for Mike except to confirm his original impression: she was utterly perfect as she was. At the same time he had come to realize that she was absolutely serious about her question so he decided to tease her. Holding his chin in his hand he tried to look pensive. Finally he brightened and said, "Tattoos! That's what you need, Judy. Tattoos." "What would you like, darling, and where?" she asked simply. "Well, how about the Marine emblem across your chest, in red and gold, of course. Then in big red letters above your cunt the words, 'Property of Michael Morris'. I'll want something on your arms and back, too, but I don't know quite what, yet..." Rising to her feet she asked, "Is there any place special to go? And do you want to come, too?" Suddenly he realized she was absolutely serious. He asked incredulously, "Judy, do you know what you're saying? Do you know how they make a tattoo?" "I think they will put ink on my body and then use a needle to drive it under the skin. It's something like that, isn't it?" she replied. "But do you realize how painful that is? Can you imagine a needle over every square millimeter of your breasts? Can you believe how much it hurts?" She looked genuinely puzzled. "I don't understand, Mike. What does that have to do with anything? If that's what they do, that's what we'll do. If it hurts, it hurts," she said simply. Shaking his head in disbelief he asked, "Judy, what would you do if I told you I wanted your tits for breakfast?" "I would ask you how you wanted them prepared," she replied simply. "Then I would pray that I could be strong enough to cut them off and still prepare and serve them to you before passing out from the pain." Shaking his head in utter disbelief — although, in fact, he believed her completely — he extended his arms and said, "Come here, Judy." With her eyes wide she came to his arms. Then he lifted her up as if she were weightless and sat her across his lap. Hugging her tightly he whispered, "My darling, you are utterly perfect the way you are. You make me feel so incredibly humble, too. Now I know you were absolutely serious: You would make any change in your appearance I asked for — regardless of what it might be. Moreover, you would do anything I asked you to do without regard to what it might do to you. I'm right, aren't I?" She just nodded her head once and nuzzled into his neck. Lifting her chin, Mike melted his lips against hers realizing only then the degree to which, from the very beginning, Judy had taken the initiative in their relationship. When they parted he said, "Judy, do you realize I don't even know your last name? How can I ask you to marry me, or have the Church publish the banns of marriage without it?" "You don't ask me, darling," she replied. "You have to ask my parents." Mike was stunned by her reply. She eased his shock by adding, "It really doesn't matter what they say, my darling. I'll be your mistress for as long as you want me, regardless." "But ... But when... ? How... ?" he stammered "How about this evening?" she replied. "They're expecting us for dinner tonight. Cocktails will be at six." Mike was so surprised at her responses, he didn't even notice that she still had not told him her last name. "But ... But what will their reaction be to my being a Marine?" "That's a very good question," Judy replied looking pensive. "There's something you should know, I guess. Mom was one of the original anti-Vietnam protesters. You know: 'Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh! The Viet Cong are going to win!' — that stuff? I'm not sure what her reaction will be. Dad won't mind though ... I don't think." Then she said, "Come on, lazy-bones. It's almost eleven o'clock already and I have the day planned. Looking outside, it appears that the weather is even cooperating." Then Mike realized that all he had was his service dress uniform. Shaking her head Judy said, "No, you don't. It has to go to the cleaners so it will be spotless for tonight." Reacting to his baffled expression, she continued, "I have a couple of things for you to wear." Going back to the bedroom she gave him a golf shirt and a pair of shorts with a drawstring waistband that fit him. She put on a pair of shorts and a tank-top. When he pointed out that her nipples showed clearly, she glanced down and said disinterestedly, "Yeah, I guess they do, don't they." After giving Mike's uniform to the valet, she picked up a small purse and they left the room. Going outdoors, they found that the day was utterly perfect with the temperature already in the mid-80's and with the sun shining brightly. Leading the way, she went out to a Jeep in the parking lot and motioned for Mike to get in. Driving over to the coast road, Judy headed north for a few miles until she reached a barely-visible track on the left heading down towards the water. At that point on the coast, the road was high on a cliff above the ocean. When they were off the road, Judy engaged the four-wheel drive and dropped the transmission into its lowest gear. Handling the vehicle expertly, she dropped down a series of switchbacks that Mike thought would have given pause to a mountain goat. Finally they reached the shore at a little cove with a tiny sand beach. He realized that with the cliff behind them they were out of sight of anyone on the land. "Get dressed," she ordered. Mike didn't know what she meant but then laughed when he saw her stripping off her clothes. Reaching into the back of the jeep she took out a large hamper and led the way to a sun-drenched part of the beach. By now the sun was high enough to clear the cliff — Mike realized that the beach only got the sun in the afternoon as it moved towards the west; earlier in the day it was shaded by the cliff. Carefully she spread two beach towels side by side, then took out suntan lotion to spread on Mike's white loins. When he insisted, she took out another bottle for him to use on her. He utterly delighted in the feeling of his fingers on her golden skin. For her part she began to explore his body, ending by lying on top of him and poking the dimpled bullet holes with her engorged nipples. She loved it. Later they went into the water and Mike received another surprise. All members of the SEALS had to be very strong swimmers. Nevertheless, he couldn't come close to keeping up with Judy who moved in the water with the speed and effortless grace of a porpoise. The afternoon was an utter delight as they got to know each other's bodies even better, making love several times and swimming and sunning themselves the rest of the time. Somehow — he never found out how — there was a picnic lunch in the jeep along with a half-case of beer. During the afternoon they talked about all sorts of things and Judy realized that Mike was very widely read — it turned out to be about his only leisure-time activity. Finally, at four o'clock she indicated it was time to leave. By the time they reached the top of the track up from the beach Mike was again shaking his head in amazement. Several times he thought they would have to abandon the Jeep, but each time Judy nursed it up yet another unbelievable incline. When they returned to the hotel, Mike was skeptical about wearing his uniform. He wanted to go back to the base and put on civvies, but Judy wouldn't let him. "Darling, you are a Marine. It's a fact. If my mother doesn't like it, she doesn't like it, but it isn't going to change anything." After showering, Judy had fun with Mike by making him dress her. For his part, he was astonished to realize that Judy wore no makeup at all except for occasional lipstick which she had worn the night before. He realized that her lips were naturally so red it scarcely made any difference, anyway. What she did use, though, were large quantities of musk oil and Mike applied it where she told him. When he was finished, she asked him to kiss her. When he did and her passion released the potent perfume base, he was almost bowled over by the glorious smell of her perfect body. She just smelled fresh and sweet and clean. After slipping on the same white dress she had worn the previous evening, he even brushed her hair and reveled in the sensation. For her part, she insisted on then dressing him. It was apparent that she knew exactly how uniforms worked and how they should be worn. He even conceded that she tied his tie in an even more regulation knot than he did. Finally they left the room. To Mike's surprise, they didn't go to the Jeep. Rather, they went to a sporty convertible. After putting the top down, they drove off. Reaching the main road, she headed towards Camp Pendleton and it was only then that Mike realized she had said nothing further about her parents other than the few sentences in the morning. "Where are we going?" he asked. "To my parents', silly," she replied. "You know that." "But where are they?" he persisted. "At home, waiting for us." A few minutes later, he was surprised when they swung into the main gate of Pendleton. She eased to a stop as the Marine sentry came to a meticulous salute. Mike returned it and she drove through. It was only then that Mike realized she had not picked up a vehicle ID card for visitors. He was about to say something when she began a series of turns, ultimately heading for the most senior officers' housing. "By the way, Mike," Judy said with a grin, "I just remembered. I never answered your question about my last name. It's Jeffries." Glancing at him she giggled as she saw Mike's face turn scarlet with embarrassment. It's a damned good thing I'm driving, she thought. If it were Mike, he would drive off the road! "But ... But ... But..." "But what, Mike?" she teased. "Spit it out." "You ... You're ... General Jeffries' daughter!?" he stammered. "My God! Are you really?" "Well," she said softly, "I call him Dad, but yes, he is Major General Stanton P. Jeffries." As Mike sank back into his seat in a state of utter shock, Judy pulled the car into a driveway and shut it off. There by the front walk was a small sign reading, MGEN S P JEFFRIES. Mike looked at it in utter horror while Judy just casually opened her door and got out. Turning back to Mike, she couldn't resist continuing her teasing: "Aren't you coming? I doubt if he'll bite. Shoot you, maybe, but I don't think he'll bite." Mike slowly opened his door and got out. Straightening his back to ramrod stiffness, he marched beside Judy up the walk. As they approached, the front door opened and an officer with two stars on his collar came out to wait for them. When Mike was precisely two paces away, the general's hand came up in a meticulous salute. Although taken aback, Mike as meticulously returned it. Then with a yelp Judy dove into her father's arms. "Darling, you look utterly exquisite," her father said when they ended their embrace. "You have never looked nearly this good in your whole life!" At that point a beautiful woman came out of the house. Mike carefully saluted and then diffidently extended his hand. Ignoring his hand, the woman hurled herself into his arms and mashed her lips against his. Shocked, Mike almost fell over. When she released him, she said warmly, "Oh, dear! Mike, I'm Sue Jeffries, Judy's mother. I guess you have really been assaulted by Jeffries women in the last twenty-four hours, haven't you? But you look like you survived the experience. Why don't we go out back and relax?" "Ma'am ... General ... Sir, I should not enter your home. I seduced your daughter, sir. I took her virginity last night. I'm sorry, sir, but I am prepared to accept any punishment..." Mike's little speech was interrupted by gales of laughter from the two senior Jeffries. When her mother started to howl with laughter, Judy punched her on the arm and said, "Mother! It's not nice to laugh at other people!" While Stan Jeffries took Mike by the arm, Susan took her daughter's arm and said, "Darling, you're absolutely right! It's something your father and I have always taught you." Then she stopped and wheeled on her daughter exclaiming, "But Judy, Mike is so funny!" The foursome went through the house and out to the patio in the rear. "Mike, may I take your coat?" Stan Jeffries asked. "I hope you'll stay for a while, now." Mike allowed the general to help him off with his uniform jacket. Then he sank into a chair and tried to clear his head. "What can I get you to drink, Mike?" Susan Jeffries asked. Then she looked at him closely and said softly, "It looks like Judy was very good to you. Was she good in bed? She certainly has all the equipment. Her body is utterly fabulous!" To his utter dismay Mike broke down into tears. "Mrs. Jeffries, I adore your daughter. She is perfection! But I was such a cad..." "Mike, darling," Susan said softly while taking him into her arms, "she seduced you." Then she pulled up a chair, sat beside him and said, "I'm sure you have no idea what's going on. So let me just tell you that all she was doing was continuing a Jeffries family tradition. "You see, the first time I laid eyes on Stan he was in his command tent in Vietnam. The choice he faced was whether to fuck me on his desk or on his cot. I think we settled on his desk. I went there to interview him in my rôle as a broadcast correspondent and ended up marrying him. You see, Mike, he was exactly the way you are. If I hadn't stripped naked and asked him to please fuck me, I never would have had Judy — I would have been much too old. You're the same way, Mike. "Even though I wasn't there, I can tell you what happened. Judy came into the room and saw you. My bet is that her heart turned over the first time she saw you. Then she asked you to dance and kissed you when the number ended." With a warm smile she asked, "Did you feel a jolt of electricity when she did?" "Yes, but how did you know?" Mike replied looking utterly bewildered. "Because it's exactly the way I felt," she replied. "Of course, when I first kissed Stan I was completely naked and my cunt was already running rivers." By that time Stan Jeffries had rejoined the group. Judy was sitting across from Mike while her mother talked to him. Then she said, "Mike, I told Judy about you a few days ago. Looking at her now, I can tell that you and she created exquisite pleasure for each other, didn't you?" Smiling at him warmly she asked, "Mike, is my daughter good with you in bed?" "Mrs. Jeffries, she could not possibly be better. I adore her and I want to marry her." "Mike, you'll have to take that one up with my better half," she said with a warm smile. Turning to her husband she said, "Darling, Mike has a question to ask you." Swallowing very hard Mike sat up as straight as he could and said, "General Jeffries, I would like to ask your permission to call on your daughter, Judy. I ... I love her more than life itself, sir, and want to marry her. In spite of what I did to her last night, may I have your permission to continue to see her?" The general jumped from his chair and went to Mike. Lifting him out of his chair, he hugged him and then gripped his hand saying, "Major Morris, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to have you marry my daughter, Judy. In you she would be getting one of the greatest heroes our country has ever had." Then he looked at Mike and asked, "Major, do you want children?" Taken aback, Mike didn't know what to say. "Sir, I haven't had a chance to talk to Judy about it yet. It's all up to her. Personally, sir, I would like children. I would like it very much." "Mike," the General continued, "she hasn't talked to you, but she has certainly talked to her mother and me. The answer is she wants lots! Does that bother you?" Mike was dumbfounded. Then he displayed the happiest smile the others had ever seen and said, "Sir, the fruit of her womb will be the most perfect little people God has ever created. Oh, yes, sir! As many as she cares to have!" With that Judy jumped from her chair and leaped into Mike's arms. "Darling, thank you! Nothing would make me happier than to carry your children in my belly. Oh God! Thank you!" With that she melted her lips to his. Ignoring her parents he held her tightly and ran his fingers over her exposed back. Drinks were produced and Stan Jeffries offered a toast: "To Michael Morris: Welcome to the Jeffries family. We could not possibly be more proud than we are to welcome you as our son. Now Sue and I can sit around and wait for the appearance of grandchildren we can love and spoil." Then with a very warm smile he added, "Mike, I want to emphasize one point: We don't want to think of you as a son-in-law. We want you to be our son — the son Susan wanted so desperately but who we never had. Will you allow it? Please?" Jumping to his feet Mike grabbed Stan's hand in a solid grip. Before he could do anything more, though, the general had wrapped his arms around the younger man and hugged him close. When he relaxed his embrace, Susan was standing there to take him into her arms to give him the most loving kiss he had ever had. When she released him Mike's head was spinning. Judy said acidly, "Mother, he's mine! I trapped him fair and square!" "Oh, pooh!" her mother exclaimed sticking out the tip of her tongue. "Didn't you ever hear of sharing! I mean ... Really!" Sinking back into his chair, Mike just shook his head in bewilderment. "I don't understand," he said. "Judy said her mother was an antiwar protester. What happened?" Susan winced and rubbed her ass which was as small and tight as her daughter's. "I really wish you hadn't said that, Mike," she said ruefully. "It's almost that time again." "'That time?' What time?" Mike asked, puzzled. "At least once a year — usually around Christmas — Stan takes me over his knee and spanks me hard. He says it's his way of getting my attention, claiming that I sit on my brains. Given some of my incredibly stupid ideas and attitudes in college, he's probably right, too." Then she smiled and said, "Last year, now that she's an adult, Judy saw the whole thing. He takes my pants down and spanks the hell out of my bare ass." "But then what happens?" Mike asked. "Then I wipe away my tears, kiss his hand, kiss his lips, and thank him for refreshing my memory," she replied simply. "Since his hand is so hard, I normally still feel it for at least the next two weeks. Once, a couple of years ago, he spanked me on Christmas morning so hard I couldn't sit down. I ate my Christmas dinner kneeling on the floor. It served me right, too." Then she looked at Mike and asked, "But how are you? I see the three Purple Hearts. Are you okay, now?" "I'm fine, Mrs. Jeffries. Honest!" "I wish I could be so sure," Stan interjected. "Mike, there's something you should know: At headquarters we got a memorandum about you from the medical people. On your last checkup following your release, they didn't like a couple of things they found. After the first of the year they want you back for retesting." He looked concerned as he added, "Mike, you could be looking at a medical retirement." Mike was stunned at the revelation. Tears began to flow as he rose and said, "Judy, I don't know what to say. I ... I took your virginity. It's something you were saving for your husband. Since we can't marry, I can't tell you how terrible I feel about what I did to you..." "You did nothing!" she cried as she jumped to her feet and into his arms. "Besides, you asked me to marry you and my parents approve. The only open question is the date. Now what is this nonsense about not marrying me?" "But darling," he protested, "You heard your father. I'm defective. I..." "It's only your brain that's showing signs of a major defect, darling," Judy interjected. "But your body is simply glorious!" Turning to her father she asked, "Dad, do you know what it is the doctors are concerned about?" "Mike, it has to do with shoulder mobility. It's something pretty technical but has absolutely nothing to do with your life expectancy. I guess it means you shouldn't do much Arctic camping in the winter — your shoulder might stiffen up or something." "See, idiot!" Judy exclaimed. "You can't get away from me that easily." Then she went to his arms and melted him with the most passionate kiss he had ever had. When they parted, Judy said, "As a matter of fact, darling, you got permission from my parents to continue to see me but you haven't asked me. What about it?" "Darling," he asked, "may I see you again?" With an impish grin Judy unzipped her dress, stepped out of it and then stepped out of her bikini. "The answer is yes, darling. Is this soon enough? Or would you like to see more?" "Judith Barnes Jeffries, get your clothes on this instant!" her mother ordered while barely able to control her giggles. "You're not two years old, anymore. What do you think this is, anyway?" Judy was back into her dress almost as fast as she had removed it. Looking at her mother she said in her most reasonable tone of voice, "But Mother, my fiancé asked if he could see me again. I was just being agreeable." The foursome then relaxed around the patio table and got to know each other. For Mike, who had been an orphan for years, it was a delight. When he finally recovered from the shock of finding that his lover's father was also his commanding general, he found he liked the idea. They certainly had a great deal in common. Moreover, Stanton Jeffries was one of the most respected generals in the armed forces, combining the skills of a strategist and tactician with those of a troop commander. When they finished dinner, the four agreed that the wedding plans would remain open pending a resolution of Mike's status with the Corps. As they were leaving, Judy kissed her parents and then told her father, "Dad, if Mike has the duty on the weekend before Christmas, I will personally shoot you! I have plans for him. It's our Clifford & Jamison Christmas dance and I want to show off my new trophy. Besides, it's my chance to gloat at Kathy and Ken Carlson's expense." "Ken Carlson?" her father exclaimed. "Do you mean Carlson's Rangers?" "Sure do, Dad," she replied. "His wife is paying for all the arrangements for this weekend. For some stupid reason or other she thinks she owes it to me. The fact is I think of her as my sister. She's just great!" While she was talking Stanton Jeffries was looking thoughtful as he searched his memory. Then with a snap of his fingers he exclaimed, "Kathy Carlson? Kathy-grams?" "That's her, Dad," Judy replied. "She is the most beautiful, most loving and purest person I know. She also singlehandedly saved a man's life in a sewer collapse and won the first golf tournament she ever entered by fifteen strokes. That's Kathy. She was Ken's inspiration with all of her letters to him when he was in Vietnam." "Darling," her father said, "the only person who can conceivably rival your lover for heroism is Ken Carlson. If his wife is your best friend, you can't possibly do any better." With a grin at Mike he added, "You can tell Ken that his guys are still giving Mike's people fits! And there aren't many guys who can give Marine Recon fits, believe me!" When they got back into Judy's car Mike was relaxed and didn't pay attention to where she was going. Besides, it was now clear that she knew her way around the base far better than he did, anyway. He was surprised when she stopped the car and he realized he was in front of the Bachelor Officers' Quarters where he lived. He looked at her in surprise, but all Judy said was to get his fatigues, boots, socks and a change of underwear. She would just wait for him. Shaking his head in a combination of amusement and puzzlement, he did what she asked. After he heaved his things into the trunk they drove back to the hotel. That night, their lovemaking was even better than it had been the night before. After taking her for the first time, Mike just propped his head up with his elbow and let his free hand gently stroke any part of Judy's body within reach. She was lying on her back with her eyes closed just relishing the feeling. Finally in a very soft voice she asked, "Michael Morris, what are you doing?" "I'm just getting intimately acquainted with the most perfect female body in the world, using the braille method," he replied. "In that case, you're in the wrong pew. Kathy Carlson has that distinction, and she's not here." Opening her eyes, she turned her head to look at him. "Darling, I'm really not kidding. She is female perfection." Then she smiled warmly and just wriggled her body in response to the wonderful sensations he was creating and said, "But thank you, anyway. It feels glorious ... And Mike, I'm really glad you like my body. But just remember, if you change your mind and want me to change anything..." He just shook his head. After more lovemaking, they collapsed from sheer exhaustion and slept with their bodies together and Judy's head again on Mike's shoulder while his hand cupped her tit. The next morning, it was clear to Mike that Judy again had the day planned out in her mind. She got him up early and they went to church. When they returned, they had breakfast — in the hotel's restaurant, this time — and then went back up to their suite. Mike was impressed at how quickly and neatly Judy packed up her things. Then she disappeared into the bathroom and emerged just moments later wearing Marine fatigues. She grinned at him and told him to put his on, too. After checking out of the hotel, Judy put most of her things in the convertible and a few in the Jeep. Indicating they were taking the Jeep, he got in and they roared off. Again they headed toward Pendleton. Mike looked at Judy and was amused. She was wearing regulation Marine fatigues along with combat boots. The only thing missing from her uniform was any insignia. When she came through the gate, she barely slowed down. Judging from the sharp salutes and quiet cheers it was now clear to Mike that she was very well known to the entire Security detail. Because he had been looking back at the gate, Mike missed a couple of quick turns she made. When he looked around, he was lost. It was clear that she was now well away from the formal area of barracks and quarters and out in the operations area. He began to worry, wondering if she knew where she was going. One thing was very clear: she certainly knew how to handle a Jeep. She made another quick turn, stamped on the brakes and the vehicle slid to a stop in a spray of gravel. "Good morning, Judy! Good morning, Major! A fine day for shooting, isn't it." Mike wheeled and found himself facing a grizzled Marine gunnery sergeant wearing a campaign hat and standing at a position of attention while he held a perfect salute. Mike stiffened and returned the salute, then put out his hand saying, "Mike Morris, Gunny. I don't think we've met before." "No, sir. I'm afraid we haven't. Senior Master Gunnery Sergeant Tom Holmes, sir. But I've certainly heard a great deal about you, sir. You're a real credit to the Corps!" "Thank you, Sergeant," Mike replied quietly. He realized that from a man like Holmes to be a credit to the Corps was the highest possible compliment. Mike took it in that spirit. Then Holmes looked at Judy who, Morris realized, was young enough to be his daughter. Moreover, there was real love in his look as he said, "Miss Judy, do you really think this is fair? You do know that Major Morris is one of our greatest heros?" "Sure do, Gunny," Judy replied casually. "He's also my lover and will soon be my husband. Aren't I lucky?" Suddenly Holmes face broke into the most brilliant smile either had ever seen. "That's wonderful!" he exclaimed. "My God! How perfect! Major, you could not do better. You really could not. Furthermore, you may be the only man alive who can tame this wildcat ... But ain't she a beauty?" He stuck out his hand and gripped Mike's in congratulations, then took Judy in his arms and gave her a warm kiss. "Sarge," Mike asked, "what are we doing exactly? My future bride never bothers to tell me details like that." With a grin Holmes replied, "Major, you're going to have a private shooting competition. Sir, would you care to lose ... say ... twenty dollars? You were a SEAL, I know, and my friends in the Recon say you're the very best we have, but still ... Want to bet?" "Bet on what?" Mike asked, still puzzled. "I'll bet Judy takes you," Holmes replied quietly. "Just so you know, the competition involves pistols, automatic, and semiautomatic weapons at all ranges out to 500 meters. I'll bet twenty dollars her scores beat yours." Mike agreed and again they shook hands. Then Judy said, "Gunny, that's not fair! What about my bet with him? I'm doing all the work, after all." Turning to Mike she said, "I'll bet you a wish. Okay? The loser gives the winner one wish." When Mike agreed, instead of shaking hands she kissed him warmly. What followed utterly amazed Mike. At the pistol range, Judy beat him at both slow fire and at rapid fire using a 9-mm. automatic. Using a sniper rifle, she destroyed him at 500 meters, not missing a single bulls-eye in spite of a fluky crosswind that drove him to distraction. They shot an urban terrorist range where there were both targets and innocent civilians. Mike shot first and got a very good score. He almost fell over when Judy shot it using her M-16 set at automatic fire and still shot nothing but 10's. When they finally finished, Mike sank down against a fence and caught a cold beer Holmes threw his way. Judy caught her beer one-handed, too. After popping the top, she touched her can to Mike's and took a long swallow. Mike looked at Judy with respect and said, "Honey, what happened? How did you ever get so good? And why?" She grinned and said, "Mike, that's part of being an only child when your father's a Marine general. I sort of had to do double duty as the son they never had. Anyway, I learned to shoot when I was four." She gave him a very warm and loving smile, melting him, and continued, "As for why? Darling, you're a fighting man. I want you to know that I don't run screaming from a weapon. I won't faint at the sound of gunfire. I even know which end of the weapon the bullets come out of. Darling, it's really that simple. Do you mind?" Mike held out his arms and with a small yelp Judy hurled herself at him. He sat her across his lap and proceeded to kiss her thoroughly. When they finally drew apart to breathe again, he found Tom Holmes sitting with his back against a tree-trunk watching them with great warmth in his eyes. "You're very lucky, Major. And I think you are the guy who can tame her. But isn't she something? She's the mascot around Pendleton, but one with very sharp claws. She and her mom are respected nearly as much as the general, sir." "Sarge, are there any weapons Judy can't use?" Mike asked. "Major, I've personally tried her on everything up to a 105-mm howitzer. She can fire that thing, too. The answer is, sir, if there's a weapon she can't use brilliantly it can't be worth much." Then with a broad grin he added, "Sir, I'll take a pass on the money. I set you up. You see, sir, she actually holds every damned record for gunnery we maintain out here. None are official, of course, but some of us old-timers get a hell of a laugh at how much better Judy's scores are than some of the official records." Mike insisted on paying the sergeant. "Gunny, you may have known how good Judy is but I thought I was going to get some NCO [Non-Commissioned Officer] money for a change." With a grin he added, "And getting money from an NCO is pretty hard to do. And it still is!" Judy gave the sergeant a kiss on the cheek and gaily waved goodbye. Mike was just shaking his head in amazement as he walked back to the Jeep. When Judy left the post, she turned on the coast road, headed back to the track she had taken the day before and drove down to their small cove. Again she produced a lunch for them and spread out two towels. After lunch, they were lying in the sun with Judy lying on her back. Mike was on his side propping his head with one hand while his other hand was just roaming over her perfect body. "What are you doing?" she finally asked. "How can I sleep when you keep doing things like that?" "Darling," he replied, "I literally can't keep my hands off you. You are absolutely unbelievable!" After a pause he added, "But Judy, why did you go to bed with me? You've waited this long as an untouched virgin. Why didn't you wait just a little longer?" Opening her eyes, she rolled on her side to look at him. Then she smiled warmly and asked, "Mike, how long would it have taken you to screw up your courage to ask me for a date? Even after I asked you to dance?" Instead of replying, Mike just looked glum. "I thought so," she continued. "Darling, I can't tell you how I feel right now. I was just thinking about giving birth to children fathered by one of the greatest heros in the history of the Corps. Honey, I didn't want to wait until I was forty for you to get around to it — if you would have done it even by then." Reaching out she began to run her fingers over his body and added, "That's why the arrangements were set up as they were. I didn't want you to take me in the back seat of a car or someplace stupid like that. I wanted to give you my virginity in a setting as if we were married. That's the reason for the caviar, champagne, and the rest of it. Did you mind?" "Mind?" he exclaimed. "How could I possibly? Darling, I really couldn't imagine anything more perfect." Then he smiled warmly and said, "Know something? I think it was even better than it would have been if we had been married. By the time we got to the room, I would have been in such terror, I would have been a basket case. There's no way I could have performed. Thank you, darling, for the most perfect weekend of my life!" "It's not over yet," she reminded him. "Remember, you owe me a wish and I'm going to collect later." Again they swam, made love and soaked up the sun. By the time they were getting ready to leave, Judy commented that Mike's loins were no longer white — he was starting to tan. By the time they were loaded up and Judy had again coaxed the Jeep up the steep trail, it was nearly six o'clock. Since they were both still wearing Marine fatigues, she drove to a McDonald's where they had hamburgers. Sitting across from one another at a table Mike looked at her and grinned. "What's so funny?" she asked. "Nothing at all," he replied. "I was just thinking how cute you are and how naturally you do everything. You're really as happy with a cheeseburger as you are with a gourmet meal, aren't you?" "As long as you're with me, I am," she replied with the warmest smile he had ever seen. Then she glanced at her watch and said, "Let's go. I still have to drive back to LA tonight." Getting back into the Jeep, she drove him back to the post and up to the BOQ [Bachelor Officers Quarters]. To his surprise, instead of just stopping in front, she parked and got out with him. "Where are you going?" he asked in surprise. "To your room, silly, to collect on my wish." "And what, may I ask, is your wish?" "To be fucked silly on your cot," she replied. "And you can't get out of it either. You promised." "But, Judy, you can't! There aren't even locks on the doors. What if someone came in?" "They would see me getting off with you inside me," she replied, totally unconcerned. Seeing that protest was futile, Mike just led the way up to his room. As soon as they were in his small room, she began to undress him and then stripped off her own clothes. "But how... ?" Mike began, "You said it yourself on Friday: These beds are tiny." "I figured out a way," she said with a grin. "Besides, since you're so tired, I figured I would just fuck myself. Now just lie down on your back on the cot." After he did she climbed on top of him straddling his body. Then she lay down on top of him and proceeded to melt him with her kisses. In just moments, he could feel her wetness where her cunt contacted his lower belly. Thinking of something she had said, he wrapped his arms around her body and squeezed hard. All she did was to wriggle against him and make those wonderful warm, happy noises deep in her body. Then he relaxed his hold and moved his hands down to her buns and squeezed them hard. Mike had found that her buns were exquisitely small and tight — each was a wonderful handful. Again he heard the same happy sounds. With her cheek on his chest she said softly, "Darling, that feels so wonderful! When you do it, I'm reminded of the wonderful feeling of you penetrating my asshole with your glorious cock." Reaching down she found that Mike's cock was so rigid, it was throbbing, so she moved down and impaled herself on it. What followed surprised Mike yet again. While in all their previous lovemaking Judy had controlled her body to extend its duration, this time she moved to cause him to cum as fast as possible. In just moments, they came together. Then with a little grin she slipped off his impaling rod and moved up on him so that her cunt was right over his mouth. Taking the hint, Mike sucked out the succulent fluids. When he finished, to his surprise Judy immediately impaled herself again and repeated the cycle. When she again presented her cunt to him, she was giggling. "What's so funny?" he asked. "This is fun!" she exclaimed. "The reason I'm giggling, though, is that it reminds me of a little toy I had years ago. You see, Mike, I told you this morning that, as an only child, I did double-duty. Since men never outgrow their love of toys, Dad bought me boy's things, too. The one I'm thinking of was made in Germany. It was a little windup mine car that ran on a little track. It would load up from a hopper, climb the little track and then dump its load back in the hopper. The cycle would repeat until it was time to wind it up again." With a broad grin she added, "I'm the little mine car. You dump your glorious cum into my hopper. Then I go up to the top, unload, then return to load up again. And, by the way, you don't even need to wind me up!" Mike howled with laughter thinking about Judy as a toy mine car. He pulled her down to his chest and again crushed her in his embrace. After resting in his arms for a few minutes she returned to her work. When he asked her why, she replied, "There are two reasons: First, I have scarcely put a dent in your supply of cum. I'm a total failure. Second, I'm going back to LA and won't see you for a full week. I need as much of your cum as I can get to tide me over." Judy was impaled on Mike's cock when the door to his room burst open. It was his executive officer, Calvin Smith. "Mike!" he exclaimed, "guess who that girl was you were dancing with ... Oh my God!" he finished as he realized for the first time that Judy was naked on top of Mike. He turned in a blind panic towards the door when he heard Judy's warm voice say, "Hi! I'm Judy Jeffries. I saw you with Mike the other night, but he didn't introduce us." Cal Smith was black and he was mortified. He didn't know what to do, but he did turn and then saw that Judy's hand was extended in greeting. At the same time Mike was cupping her tits in his big hands. Grinning down at him she said, "Darling, you are so much better than a brassiere! You're just great!" Smith stayed as far from the cot as he could while still reaching for Judy's outstretched hand. "How do you do, Miss Jeffries," he said haltingly. "I'm very happy to meet you ... I guess. I'm Cal Smith, executive officer of Mike's battalion." At this point Mike appreciated the humor of the situation and the fact that Judy seemed totally unconcerned. He finally realized it was not an act — she was unconcerned. Knowing something of Cal's background — a strict Baptist upbringing — Mike couldn't resist teasing him. "Cal, Judy is the daughter of General Jeffries — but maybe you already found that out." It was news to Smith. He had learned from one of the senior NCOs of Judy's prowess with firearms but had not been told of the relationship. He was in a state of shock. Realizing the joke had gone on long enough, and recognizing Cal's discomfort, Judy said softly, "Cal, if you would excuse us for a minute, Mike and I could get dressed. I think you would feel more comfortable, wouldn't you?" Smith ducked out the door and Judy got off Mike. Glancing at her watch she said, "I have to get going in a couple of minutes, anyway, darling. But can we talk a bit with Cal, first? That was really a nasty trick we both pulled on him." Mike just shook his head as he got yet another insight into this gorgeous girl. She was very sensitive to the feelings of others and, while she teased, she worked very hard to avoid hurting anyone. She opened the door a moment later wearing her fatigues. Then she and Mike sat on the bed while Cal sat in the room's only chair. In no time she had set him at ease. Finding out he was married, she asked about his wife and was told she would be out in just a few weeks to join him. With a shy smile she asked if they ever sunbathed and he replied with a broad grin that he and his wife loved to. Judy said they would do it together as soon as possible after his wife joined him. Finally, he left and Mike walked her down to her Jeep. Only then did he learn that she would be leaving the Jeep at the hotel and her mother would pick it up the next day. That was the process used to have both vehicles there on Friday. After the most passionate kiss of the weekend, Judy said, "Michael Morris, I love you desperately. And I want you to think of what changes I should make in my body to be more attractive to you. Promise you'll think about it?" He promised he would. Then he said, "Judy Jeffries, I love you, my darling." Then he added, "My God, I have been sleeping with a girl who is even more beautiful than any girl I ever even dreamed about! I can't wait, Judy." With a wink, she roared off in her convertible. ------- Chapter 32 When Kathy came into the office the next morning she saw Judy sitting behind her desk and stopped dead in her tracks. "He's the one, isn't he? It worked out the way you hoped, didn't it? Judy Jeffries, you are the most beautiful girl in the world this morning. And you look very well fucked!" Kathy and Judy went to the conference room to get coffee and then went to Kathy's office to talk. Judy gave her a blow-by-blow account of the weekend. When she mentioned that Mike had the Medal of Honor, two Navy Crosses and an AFC, Kathy whistled softly in appreciation. Finishing her report on the weekend, Judy asked Kathy, "What about you? How is your resident masochist doing?" "She's coming in today to help with lunch," Kathy replied. "Then you can judge for yourself. But I will tell you one thing: I really believe it's been a lot tougher on Ken and me than it has been on her." ------- The first thing Andy asked, when they arrived at Kathy's townhouse late on the first afternoon, was where punishment was to be administered. Kathy didn't have the least idea, but could feel a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Clearly, the woman had been serious. The only thing Andy had brought with her was the raincoat she was wearing and a small bag. When she opened it, she removed four whips of various sizes. Learning from Kris and Kimmie that they had been spanked, Andy realized that spanking would be too hard on Kathy's hand as well as not being nearly hard enough on her. Therefore she had purchased whips. Showing them to Kathy she pointed out that she had spent most of the previous day oiling them. All she cared about was whether they had been properly prepared for use. Kathy just swallowed hard. After being given a tour of the whole apartment, Andy settled on the gym. There was a corner of it that was clear of equipment and she said it would satisfy her need. With that she gave Kathy one of the whips and said, "Well, there's no time like the present. Mistress, I think you probably need some practice. I doubt if you are yet expert in handling these things." For openers, she suggested twenty strokes — ten across her back and ten across her breasts and belly. Furthermore, she insisted that a stroke that didn't draw blood didn't count. Although her first instinct was to refuse, Kathy remembered the pleading she had seen in the woman's eyes at the office and reluctantly agreed. Andy knelt on the floor with her knees beneath her and her fat and flabby ass sticking up in the air. It took Kathy several strokes before she learned how to use the whip. Then it started to score the girl's back and buttocks leaving red welts that soon began to drip with blood. After satisfying herself that she had received ten strokes which were all bleeding, she knelt down and arched her body backward, causing her pendulous tits to stand up. Tears were still flowing from her eyes. She could not control them because of the pain. Each time the whip struck, the woman let out a small gasp of pain but otherwise did not make a sound. Kathy almost cried when one of the whip strokes cut right across Andy's left nipple. This was more than even the stoic woman could stand and she let out an involuntary scream of agony, but then smiled painfully and thanked Kathy for having such wonderful aim. By the time Kathy was finished, she was shaking with emotion. Then she began to cry when Andy asked if, in the future, she could have something to bite on. When she spoke, blood started to stream from her mouth from self-inflicted lacerations on her lips caused by biting them to try to stifle her screams. Then, still on her knees, she kissed the tip of the whip, now soaked with her blood, and then bent down to kiss Kathy's bare feet. Finally she said softly, "Thank you for disciplining me, Mistress. I know how hard it was for you to do it." There was nothing more said for the rest of the day as Kathy showed Andy what she wanted her to do and how the jobs were to be done. However, there was an argument when Kathy told her she wanted her to be nude at all times. Andy strongly resisted the idea. As she protested, Kathy realized that it had nothing to do with being naked, per se, but rather because she felt her body was so ugly the sight should not be inflicted on others. In spite of whip cuts all over her body, Andy moved around the apartment as naturally as if nothing had happened. The one thing she did do was to be careful not to rub against any of the furnishings and get her blood on them. It was later that night after kneeling beside the bed and watching the Carlsons make love that she diffidently said that she should not be sharing their bed — although she knew it was one of her duties — because she would get blood all over the bedding. Kathy agreed when she asked if she could please sleep on the floor in the kitchen. Much later Kathy was awakened by strange noises coming from downstairs. Padding down to the kitchen she found Andy lying naked on the kitchen floor and crying in her sleep from the pain of the whip cuts all over her body. My God! Kathy thought, This woman has been in agony all day long but I only know it when she's sleeping and weeps involuntarily! Going to the medicine cabinet, Kathy got a painkilling ointment which she carefully spread over all the welts she could reach. Gently, she rolled Andy on her back and repeated it with the cuts across her breasts and belly. Then she eased a small pillow under the woman's head and covered her with a light blanket. Finally, she bent down and lovingly kissed the woman's lips. Even in the limited light coming into the kitchen she could see the woman's face form a wonderfully warm smile. To Kathy's horror, a few days after Andy moved in, a large packing case was delivered to the townhouse. When it was opened, Andy explained that the strange-looking contraption it contained was a torture frame and she proudly demonstrated how it worked. It utilized leather straps that Andy put on her wrists and ankles. The straps had eye-bolts that attached with snap-hooks to the frame high and low. The objective was to spreadeagle Andy's body on the frame. She also wore a leather collar attached to the back of the frame to hold her head in a fixed position. Then the woman demonstrated how devilish the contrivance really was. It pivoted in the center and, in effect, stood the woman on her head. She pointed out that since it spread her legs wide apart it exposed both her cunt and the most sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs to the whip. The torture frame was set in the corner of the exercise room and then Andy carefully covered the walls, ceiling and floor of the area with heavy-gauge polyethylene. Very calmly, she pointed out that blood was very hard to remove from paint work. Finally, the very worst element was the location and severity of her beatings. Not only did Andy have a schedule of lashes for each of her shortcomings, she was also insistent on where on her body they were to be applied — and each stroke had to draw blood to count. The only exception to that rule was the beating on the soles of her feet: there Kathy used a rod to beat the woman's instep in a torture called bastinado. The day after she did it for the first time, she found Andy calmly crawling around the apartment. The pain in her feet was so agonizing it was impossible for her to stand on them, let alone walk. Kathy also learned that Andy had a mental scale of punishment values. Every day or two, after dinner Andy would recite her transgressions and indicate the appropriate punishment for each. Then she would lead the way to the exercise room and Kathy would inflict the punishment. This, too, created problems for Kathy when she heard the list the first time. Included was punishment for screaming the time Kathy cut her nipple, punishment for crying after the beating, punishment for asking for something to bite on, punishment for failing to sleep beside her mistress, and the most serious punishment for arguing with Kathy about being naked. In spite of everything, Kathy found she liked the older woman very much. She was utterly indefatigable with her duties. In no time at all the apartment was utterly spotless. Kathy learned that Andy was very intelligent and had a very sharp wit and a keen sense of humor. Andy herself was the most common target for her wit. It netted out that she hated herself. It came as a shock to Kathy to realize that Andy fully intended to remain a slave for the rest of her life. From some casual comments she made, Kathy gathered that Andy had seriously considered suicide but finally decided that the punishment in the afterlife was too uncertain. She wanted to be punished while alive, relying on God's divine justice to ensure that the punishment was continued through eternity. Because of the beatings, Kathy became used to coming home and finding Andy in very strange positions. Each, it turned out, was the least painful position for her in view of where she had most recently been beaten. The common denominator, though, was that inevitably she would be reading. Several times during the night Kathy would creep downstairs and find Andy reading a book in the kitchen when the pain from her tortured body made sleep impossible. A part of the apartment's furnishings were leather-bound copies of the world's greatest books. In just the few short weeks that Kimberly and Kristin had been with them they had read a number of them and vowed to obtain and read the rest after they were married. They complained that as an engineer and a math major respectively they had had very limited exposure to great literature and found that they missed it. When she asked Andy about her education, the woman just smiled wryly and shook her head. "Mistress, I have been thrown out of most of the best private schools in the country. Certainly from all of the most expensive ones. Normally, though, I was able to get a teacher or two fired from each one before they threw me out. It's just another little thing I have to live with." It turned out that she had never even graduated high school. Nevertheless, after roaring through the classics, Andy began to read every book in the library, including books on history, political science, economics and world affairs. Regardless of her lack of formal education, it was apparent that she was a brilliant woman. Possibly the most impressive changes were the ones she made in her body. Because of the highly-visible whip cuts, it was impossible for Kathy to take her to the health club to swim. But after several weeks, she made arrangements for Andy to get in very early in the morning before it opened and swim by herself. Recognizing her need for transportation, one day when Kris and Kim called to say hello, she mentioned it to them. The result was that a few days later an apparently old Pacific/Higgins pickup was dropped off at the apartment for her. Kathy grinned to herself, knowing that Kimberly had personally overhauled it top to bottom and front to back so that it was mechanically perfect. Two months after coming to live with the Carlsons, Andy came into their bedroom one morning with their coffee. As she stood in the doorway Kathy, who had finished her morning lovemaking with Ken and was resting with her head on his shoulder, took a good look at her and let out a low whistle. As so often happens when people live in close proximity, day-to-day changes go unnoticed because they occur so slowly. This morning, as she looked at the woman, two things stood out: First, she had shed all of the excess weight she had formerly carried. Second, she appeared to be far younger than she did the first day they met. When she commented to Andy about her appearance, the girl was very pleased — but not for the reason Kathy would have assumed. She was pleased with her weight loss because now she could feel the whip cut into her body more fully since she no longer had the cushioning of all the fat she had previously carried. Then Kathy asked her how old she was. Andy hesitated and then, holding her head up straight, replied, "I am twenty-eight years old, Mistress Kathy." Then with a pained look she asked, "How old did you think I was? Forty? Forty-five?" Kathy just shook her head and jumped out of bed. "Slave Andy," she commanded, "Present yourself to me!" "These are my tits, Mistress," the girl said as she stood up straight and lifted her breasts with her hands. "They are not nearly as large as they used to be but they are now full and very firm. Would you like to squeeze one?" Kathy reached out, took one in her hand and squeezed hard. It was very firm — nearly as firm as her own. Gently she pinched her nipple which immediately engorged. Andy's breasts were now high with lovely up-thrusting pink nipples. Continuing, the girl ran her hands down her belly to her hips and thighs. "You can see, Mistress, that I have lost a lot of weight. I no longer carry tons of lard around my middle and on my hips and thighs. Now I have a reasonably attractive body so I should not scare off your guests if they see it." One weekend, when the Trangs were visiting, Andy had asked if they could pluck her pubic hair the way they had done it for Kathy, Kris and Kim. Because initially it was spread all over her abdomen, it was terribly painful for her. All she had done was to bite on the hard rubber she used when she was being whipped and did not make a sound. She even refused painkilling ointment, but late that night while she was sleeping, Kathy applied some anyway. As a result her bare slit was now topped by light brown hair in a dense, curly little patch. Spreading her labia she said, "This is my cunt, Mistress. It is, of course, available to you or to anyone you might wish me to receive." Turning around she showed that her buns were now small and tight and of course her asshole was available for Kathy's use in any way she wished. Kathy realized that Andy was now an incredible beauty. Her hair turned out to be naturally a very similar shade to Kris's. With all the sun she had been getting from the tanning unit, it was now a ragged little cap of gold. Although her hair had been longer than shoulder length on the first day, she had raggedly cut it herself with a sharp kitchen knife the next day to be quite short. When asked she explained that she didn't want the whip to hang up in her hair. "Besides," she explained, "it permits my mistress to more easily whip my neck and shoulders." Seeing how lovely the girl now looked, and having learned that the Duffys and the Higgins had just returned from their extended honeymoon on Maui, Kathy resolved to invite the two couples over for dinner. That night Andy wore a "uniform" like the Trangs: a large black bow worn on the back of her head and a tiny bow pinned to her pubic hair. When she opened the door for the arriving guests and ushered them in, she dropped to her knees and proceeded to kiss Kimberly's and Kristin's feet. When the girls protested, Andy insisted. Both of the girls just spent the evening looking at Andy in utter amazement. Kim said, "Kathy, I knew it! You do work miracles. This girl is utterly exquisite! How did you do it?" Kathy just shook her head slowly and replied, "As usual, Kim, I did nothing. All I did was watch while Andy did it all by herself. But I certainly agree with you: She is a real beauty!" "Mistress!" Andy protested, "I am still a disgusting pig! Perhaps I'm not the fat pig I used to be, but I'm a pig, nonetheless. Everything I know I learned from you. Everything I have is yours. But I am still the personification of evil!" Later that night when the guests had left and the townhouse had been cleaned, Andy presented herself to Kathy for punishment. "Punishment?" Kathy exclaimed, "What punishment?" "For my transgressions tonight, Mistress," Andy quietly replied. "First, I argued with your guests and forced my attentions on them. They asked me not to kiss their feet, but I did it anyway." Then holding herself up as straight as she could she added, "The worst thing of all, Mistress, was arguing with you. That was unforgivable. Tonight I need thirty lashes applied to the insides of my thighs and ten strokes on the sole of each foot." Kathy shuddered inwardly as she heard the girls words. Nevertheless, she followed Andy as she led the way to the exercise room. In moments she had put the leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles and attached the leather band around her neck. Standing in front of the torture frame she waited while Kathy attached them to the hooks on the frame and then turned it upside-down. Now the girl's head was nearly touching the floor while her legs were spread wide apart. Putting the hard rubber in Andy's mouth, Kathy stood back and began to swing the whip. In the event, four of the strokes landed on the girl's cunt evoking a muffled scream in spite of the mouthpiece. When she used the heavy stick on the soles of Andy's feet, it was more than the girl could stand. After six strokes on one foot the girl lost consciousness. Knowing that Andy would insist, Kathy completed the job. With Ken's help, she carried the girl down to the kitchen, spread ointment on the terrible cuts on her so-sensitive inner thighs, and then covered her with her light blanket. That episode wasn't over, though. The next day Andy insisted on twenty strokes across her breasts and belly. When Kathy looked at her in amazement, she said it was because she screamed when the whip cut into her labia. Moreover, she had not thanked Kathy for the discipline — she had been unconscious, but that didn't matter. Finally, she had not adequately performed her household duties that day because she had been unable to stand on her tortured feet. Finally, though, all the cuts had healed and Andy found she had a lot of time on her hands. Knowing a little about what Kimberly and Kristin had done, she asked for permission to get a job with Pacific/Higgins. She pointed out, with a wry little grin, that the toilets should need to be cleaned about now. After some negotiation — Kathy was very careful, recognizing that, to Andy, arguing with her mistress was the worst thing she could do — they settled on an arrangement whereby Andy would turn over 80 percent of everything she earned to Kathy, keeping 20 percent for expenses. Andy was driving in to the office to have lunch with Kathy and would then go out to the construction site where Kathy had arranged for her to work. ------- Judy looked up as the office door opened and Andy came in. Her jaw dropped as she looked at the girl. Remembering her from months earlier, Judy could not believe the change. Coming up to the desk with her hand extended, she said, "Good morning, Miss Jeffries. I am Slave Andy. Is my mistress in?" "My God, woman!" Judy exclaimed. "You are gorgeous! Of course, she is. I'll tell her you're here." ------- Chapter 33 Andy soon found that her work on the construction site fit in nicely with her work at the apartment. Since Kathy and Ken were both early risers, she could fix their breakfast, clean up, and still be at work by eight o'clock. Similarly, the construction job closed down at four-thirty giving her time to get home ahead of them with enough time to have all the preparations for dinner complete. Since she truly did not like herself, her accomplishments never registered. Rather, she only thought of being able to become a more adequate slave to better serve Ken and Kathy whom she had come to adore. Because Andy now considered her performance to be adequate even when measured against her own superhuman standards, she had not ordered a whipping for herself in weeks. As a result there were no longer any whip marks showing on her body. Moreover, for the last few weeks she had been sleeping beside Kathy in their bed each night. The first time had been remarkable. That night Andy had been on her knees beside their bed watching Ken and Kathy make love. When they were ready to turn out the lights, Kathy noticed for the first time that Andy no longer had any open cuts on her body. When Ken insisted that she join them in bed to keep Kathy warm, Andy reluctantly got into it but kept as far away from Kathy as the width of the king-size bed permitted. "Andy Taylor, do you really want another beating? You are disobeying Ken!" Kathy exclaimed. "He instructed you to warm my body, but how can you possibly do it when you're way over there?" Sheepishly, the woman moved closer to Kathy and very gingerly rested her head on her shoulder the way Kris had told her she had slept. Only then was Kathy aware of the beautiful natural perfume coming from her body. Finally, over Andy's strong protest, Kathy insisted on kissing her full on the lips. Then, when Kathy cupped Andy's tit as she was getting ready to close her eyes, she was pleased to feel how wonderfully firm it was. Although significantly smaller in size than they had been at the start of her slavery, her breasts were now as round and firm as all the Clifford & Jamison girls. For Andy's part, the experience that night was utterly exquisite. First, of course, it was the first time she had slept in a bed at all in months. But beyond that, the feeling of her head on Kathy's muscular shoulder while her tit was cupped by her long slim fingers felt wonderful beyond belief. The next morning, she was still half asleep as she watched Ken and Kathy make love before either was even fully awake. She decided it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, as she realized that they were not even making love. Rather, they were worshiping each other with their bodies. Andy was working at the construction site superintended by Tony Rossi. It was at her insistence that she began by cleaning the toilets and then took it on as a permanent assignment. Beyond that, she did all sorts of jobs to keep busy. Tony noticed that she performed in almost exactly the same way as Kathy, Kim and Kris before her. She even appeared to have the same muscle development. Moreover, there was no job too onerous for her to handle. In fact, the nastier the job, the more she seemed to like it. Since on any construction project there were always a number of jobs that the men tried to duck, there was never a shortage of things for her to do. With respect to her relations with the other men on the project, Andy was friendly but stayed to herself. The fact that she was usually in a rush to get home meant that she did not socialize with the guys after work at the local tavern. Nonetheless, and particularly because of her known eagerness to take on the nastiest jobs, they respected her and accepted her as a member of the crew. One day after she had been working for a couple of weeks, the weather was sunny and particularly hot. By eleven o'clock, all the men in the crew had shed their shirts and were working naked to the waist. Andy had taken off her work shirt and was only wearing a tank top, when one of the guys dared her to work bare to the waist, too. "What for?" she asked with her face impassive. "What for? What do you mean, what for?" the man repeated, puzzled. "To be cool..." "No," she said with a wry grin, "I mean what's in it for me? You guys will get a cheap thrill from seeing my bare tits, but what do I get out of the deal?" The man thought for an instant and said with a grin, "How about for five bucks an hour? Interested? If you are, I'll see if I can line up some guys." She agreed and in only a few minutes the man had lined up enough others to cover the money. Glancing at a clock, she told him to give twenty-five dollars to Tony. When he did, she casually slipped off her top and stretched. There was a quiet cheer from the guys who now saw what they had expected to see: her breasts were utterly perfect. What they saw really wasn't much of a surprise, though, because her tank top had already revealed the shape of her breasts perfectly. For her part, Andy actually enjoyed it. It gave her the chance to soak up the sun on her entire upper body. Because of all her time spent nude in the apartment, being naked now felt even more natural to her than being dressed. After a few more days, another worker upped the ante. He asked Andy how much it would cost to get her to work naked — wearing nothing at all, not even boots. With a grin she told him that would be twenty dollars an hour. Since the construction crew on the project was quite large, that posed no problem either. When told of her offer to work naked, the men quickly subscribed for the entire week. In no time, Tony Rossi had the money for the next two days and Andy calmly undressed and put her clothes in the cab of her truck. When the men saw her this time, they gasped at her revealed beauty. She was the most gorgeous creature they had ever seen! Andy enjoyed the feeling and just soaked up the sun, although she soon wished that the soles of her feet were tougher than they were. She had to be careful where she stepped because of all the debris littering the site. On the second day, when it began to rain, she didn't even care. When one of the guys asked her about it, she just shrugged and said her body dried off easily. On the Friday of the Clifford & Jamison Christmas party, Andy was feeling very good as she drove to work at the construction site. Because of her nudity at work, she had made much more money in the preceding weeks than she had originally anticipated. This had enabled her not only to buy Christmas presents for Ken and Kathy but actually to have a little money set aside. Since they would not be coming home until Sunday night, she didn't have to race home after work. She was even thinking of possibly having a beer at the local bar with the boys. The thought amused her, because it would be her first night out in months and, if she did it, would be the first time she had ever had a beer in her life. Late that afternoon, Tony Rossi called her over. As usual, he whistled softly when she came up to him and said, "Andy, you are too much! You are utterly gorgeous! But why, in God's name, do you work naked?" "It's just for the money, Tony," she replied with a grin. "You know how women are." He just shook his head and asked if she would take some materials up to a crew of ironworkers. They were working at the very top of the primary building in the project which was now close to topping out at forty floors. Although it was a sunny day, the wind was blowing hard from the west. Already, the ironworkers were within a couple of floors of completing the steelwork, and its top was almost 380 feet above ground level. Furthermore, since the ironworkers erect the steel framework of the building, they usually work where there is nothing but bare girders. A fall from the top of the steelwork would be fatal, since it was over 100 feet down to the highest level of the building with concrete flooring already poured, and the full height of the building if one fell down the outside. She just looked up and agreed. After riding up in the construction elevator to its top, she shifted to the hook of a crane being used to hoist steel into position. After putting her foot in the hook, she held on to the wire and was hoisted up to the top of the structure. Walking around on the open girders, Andy realized that she wasn't scared at all. It was because she really didn't care what happened to her. If she fell she would be killed so there would be nothing to worry about. Making her way barefoot around the perimeter of the steelwork, she came up to a big man who seemed to be in charge of the crew. Tony had told her the crew chief's name so she called, "Jack?" When the man turned and Andy saw his face, she almost lost her balance and fell. It was Fletch Taylor, her husband! Grinning at the naked girl on the steelwork, Jack suddenly did a double-take. "My God! 'Drea, is that you?" "It's Andy now," she said softly. "'Drea is dead." "And so is Fletch," he said softly. "The name is Jack ... Jack Fletcher." She smiled softly and walked along the beam to reach him. Extending her hand, she gripped his firmly and said, "Hello, Jack Fletcher. I'm Andy Pierce, and I'm glad to meet you." Ignoring the wind blowing by them she looked at him and then just shook her head slowly. She finally said, "Jack, you have never looked this good in your life before." "Neither have you, Andy," he replied softly. Then brightening he asked, "Is there any chance for me to buy you a beer after work? I would like to very much." She immediately agreed and they planned to meet right after the stop-work whistle at a place where the structural steel was stacked, awaiting its use to form the building's frame. When Jack met her after work, he was grinning. "What's so funny?" she asked with a quizzical little smile. "You are," he replied softly. "Andy — you know, it's going to be hard for me to get used to calling you that after years of being 'Drea. But you look so incredibly beautiful just standing there naked. And you're completely unconcerned, aren't you? But why aren't you dressed?" "I guess I am unconcerned," she replied. "But then I usually spend all my time naked. Kathy likes me this way. The reason I'm not dressed is I was waiting for you to give me a shower." When he looked puzzled, she just grinned and handed him a hose with a spray nozzle attached. He just grinned back, turned the water on and began to spray her. Almost instantly, he could see goose-bumps appear as she danced around in the cold water, while she used her hands to try to rinse the salty sweat from her body. When she finished cleaning herself, she took the hose back, sat on a stack of steel girders and carefully washed off her feet. After waiting a few minutes for her feet to dry, she slipped on a pair of loafers. Then, while still naked, she walked over to her parked truck and got dressed. Jack followed her over and was standing behind her when she turned around after dressing. All she was wearing were skin-tight Levi's and a work shirt. Moving close to him, she raised her lips for what she intended to be a friendly thank-you kiss. Jack lowered his lips to hers, took her into his arms, squeezed her tightly, and proceeded to kiss her thoroughly. If Jack had not been holding her tightly Andy would have collapsed to the ground. In spite of having been married for nearly eight years, they had never shared a kiss like this one. For the first time, electricity just flowed between them. Andy had to throw her arms around Jack's neck to hold herself up as her knee joints turned to water. Then she began to work her lips on his in the same way she had seen Kathy move hers on Ken's. The experience was spectacular. When she began to probe at his mouth with her tongue, Jack responded. When they finally broke off the kiss, both of them were breathing hard. "Andy, that was unbelievable!" he exclaimed softly. "My God, I think I may be falling in love with my wife." "Your former wife, now Katherine Carlson's slave, darling," she said softly. Then looking at him she asked, "But what's happened to you? You've never looked this good in your whole life." Her husband was thirty-one years old and six feet three inches tall. When she had last seen him, he weighed something over 260 pounds. Like Andy herself, his body had been pear-shaped with much of his weight in his belly, hips, and thighs in the form of flab. Now she could not guess his weight, but estimated it to be in the range of 215 to 225. Moreover, now he had a massively muscled chest, upper arms and torso. His waist was very slim as were his hips, while his thighs and lower legs appeared to be nothing but powerful muscles. There was not a sign of fat on his body anywhere. Instead of replying to her question he said, "How about if we go to the local bar and talk. I've got a couple of bucks and can even buy you a beer ... if you'll drink a draft." Because they had both been very rich from birth, they were two of the most spoiled people alive. The fact was that Andy had never had a draft beer in her life, and in the months she had been in slavery to Kathy she had not had an alcoholic beverage of any kind. With a very warm smile, she took his arm, and said, "Jack, that's the best offer I've had in months! Let's!" He climbed into her truck and they drove the few blocks to the local bar that had become the after-work hangout for the construction crew on the project. Since it was Friday, most of the crew were already standing at the bar. However, with the men crowded four deep at the bar, there were several empty tables and an empty booth in the back. They took the booth and Andy sat down while Jack went for their beers. When he returned, instead of sitting across from her, he motioned for her to move in and he sat down beside her. Without saying a word he passed her a beer, raised his glass to clink against hers and took a sip. Finally he said, "Andy, you are unbelievably beautiful. But what did you do to your hair?" Running her hand through her coarsely shorn head she replied softly, "It's what happens when you cut your own hair using a carving knife while not having access to a mirror. Anyway, it served its purpose." "Which was?" "To get the dumb stuff off my shoulders so the whip wouldn't get caught in it when I'm beaten," she replied simply. Jack inwardly shuddered but said nothing. Then he said, "Andy, is this the first beer you have ever had? It's probably the first draft." Her response surprised him. Tears began to flow from her eyes as she said, "Darling, I have been an absolutely disastrous wife for you. My God, now I know that a wife is supposed to provide a sort of compass for the family while the husband is its driving force. Honey, I provided all the direction of a wind-sock in variable breezes. Within about ten minutes, I would have been aiming in every direction imaginable. Whatever passed for my direction came from People magazine and the society pages. I don't think I ever had a single opinion of my own — all I ever did was parrot the last thing I heard. Maybe that's why I sank into such hedonistic depravity." Then she shook her head and grinned weakly. "As far as your question is concerned, of course you're right. I don't think beer was ever 'in', so of course I never had it." Her grin brightened as she finished, "I like it!" Changing the subject, she said, "You know I am Kathy Carlson's slave, but what about you? What are you doing out here. Why aren't you back in New York running Argus Construction?" "Because I'm Ken Carlson's slave," he replied simply. "I figured if you could do it, I could, too. By the way, what kind of financial deal do you have with Kathy? I turn over 90 percent of what I make to Ken. And, of course, I gave him a full power of attorney over all of my assets. I think Pacific/Higgins is managing Argus now, but I'm not really sure." Then he grinned and added, "And you know what else? I really don't give a damn, either." She shook her head with a wry little grin and said, "I guess I'm a better negotiator than you are, Jack. I only give Kathy 80 percent of mine." Then she asked, "By the way, how are we fixed for money tonight, anyway?" The two then began to giggle like school children as they emptied their pockets and counted their money. They found that between them they had a little over one hundred dollars. The reason for their amusement was that Jack regularly used to give tips greater than that amount, and neither of them had ever gone out with less than a thousand dollars as pocket money. Moreover, both of them still had the great bulk of their pay in separate pockets to turn over to their masters. Jack was surprised when Andy gave him all of her money. During their marriage she had always been fiercely independent where money was concerned and had never given him any of hers for any reason. When he asked about it, she just closed his large hand over the money and shook her head. After having their first couple of beers, they saw a number of the men were playing darts. When Jack asked her if she wanted to try, she just eagerly nodded her head. Finally getting into the game by challenging the previous winners, both of them proved to be very good. Andy whispered to Jack that they had to win if they were going to have any money left to eat with. He had just winked at her. The result was that the pair defended the board for almost three hours. At the end, not only had they not paid for a single additional beer, they had extra money from winning a number of side bets. One thing surprised Andy, and that was the way the men all treated her. She realized that she was being treated with a degree of deference verging on awe. At the same time, she came to the conclusion that the men genuinely liked her. For Andy it was a unique experience. She was used to deference but knew it had always been based on greed or fear. This was very different. During a break in the games she asked Jack about it. "Andy, they love you. That's the simple answer. At the same time they think of you as a princess or a queen. In spite of being naked, they watch you move with incredible grace. Even though you're naked, you seem to move as if you're wearing a ball gown. Maybe it's the Lady Godiva thing: The townspeople of Coventry didn't look when she rode naked through the town. Honey, they see your magnificent body but they see class, too. Honest!" Andy just shook her head in disbelief. Then Jack added, "Do you know what's even funnier? I knew about you but didn't know it was you until this afternoon on the steelwork. The funny thing is that the guys on the crew think I'm the only guy who might possibly be good enough for you. What do you think about that?" "I think they have their judgment in their feet is what I think!" she exclaimed in a whisper. "I think it just confirms that line about 'fooling all the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time.' I'm just not sure which category the guys are in, though, but they're certainly in one or the other." At eight o'clock they gave up their position at the dart-board while still undefeated. When they returned to their booth, Jack took her hand in his and looked at it. In spite of all the rough work she had been doing, her hand was still very smooth but not at all soft. Like the rest of her, it was hard-muscled. Her hand was slender with long fingers, while her nails were filed short and worn without any polish. His hands were also large but now very rough and hard. To his amazement Andy raised his hand to her lips and kissed the backs of his fingers. Jack said, "You know what I was thinking? I was thinking about asking you to spend the night with me. Then I saw your hand and looked at mine. If I ran my fingers over your body now they would feel like coarse-grade sandpaper." "And it would feel delicious!" she interjected. "Andy, would you? Could you?" he asked with the yearning obvious in his eyes. Jack saw the look of pain that flashed for an instant in her eyes but missed its significance. Then she said softly, "Yes, Jack, I will. There's one condition, though. You must swear that at the end of our time together you will do something for me. It will be easily within your power to do. It may be painful for you, but it's something you must swear to do. Darling, that's the only condition. Will you swear?" Jack probed, but Andy refused to give him any more information regarding what it was she wanted him to do. On the other hand, she was adamant about it being a condition of their spending the night together. Finally, with the greatest reluctance, he agreed. When they left the tavern, they got back in Andy's truck. Jack gave directions to a small motel that would have been called a tourist court forty years earlier. He told her that it was really a hot-sheet special where the men took girls they might pick up at a bar for an hour or two. Expecting her to object, he was surprised when all she asked was whether they could afford it and if it had a bed. "Darling," she added, "You have to know that I have spent most of the last three months sleeping on the kitchen floor. As long as the bed doesn't crawl away because of the bugs in it, it will be an improvement over the way I've been sleeping." The motel was on a side street in a Chicano section of the city. There was a small house in front that served as the office with a series of eight small cabins arrayed in a small open square on each side and in the rear. After pulling up at the office, Jack was surprised when Andy got out of the cab to come in with him. They found a middle-aged Mexican woman behind the counter and both were surprised at their reception. For some reason when they walked in the woman's eyes widened. Then she greeted them profusely in Spanish that neither of them understood. After motioning for them to wait, the woman disappeared behind a curtain behind the front desk. Andy guessed that the curtained doorway connected to living quarters behind the office. A few moments later the woman reappeared, followed by a very pretty girl who appeared to be about twelve years old and was just beginning to flower after puberty. "Good evening," the girl greeted them very politely. "My mother believes you would like a room for the night. She asks how much you wish to spend?" Jack took their money out of his pocket and counted it. Now there was a little more than $120. As far as her question regarding how much he was willing to spend, he didn't have a chance to answer it. Before he could say anything, the older woman — the girl's mother, he assumed — began to speak rapidly in Spanish. The girl listened and then looked very carefully at Jack and then at Andy. Then she smiled the warmest, sweetest smile either had ever seen and said, "Would twenty dollars for two nights be too much?" Andy and Jack were stunned. As they were driving over, Jack had said he wasn't sure they could afford even a full night. He had heard that guys paid about five dollars an hour. When he said it was much too cheap, it was clear the older woman understood without translation and was adamant on the price. Shaking his head in disbelief, Jack agreed finally and gave the woman twenty dollars after Andy, in turn, had agreed on two nights. Another surprise followed. Instead of giving them a key to one of the cabins, the girl asked them to have a seat in the office for a few minutes while a cabin was prepared for them. She offered them coffee while her mother disappeared behind the curtain again. While they were waiting sipping their coffee, the girl provided Andy with the answers about the delay. The girl explained, "My mother is ensuring that our finest cabin is properly prepared for our honored guests. She sees you as a prince and princess and wants to be sure that everything is as fine as our humble resources permit." Andy was shocked by the girl's reply. A few minutes later, the mother reappeared and escorted them back to the center cabin on the back line. After opening the door and entering, she stood aside. Andy was genuinely surprised. Although it was quite small, it was as neat as a pin and utterly spotless. It was apparent that the bed had just been remade and the bathroom had been cleaned again. The woman dismissed her thanks and was pleased at Andy's reaction. With a curtsy, she left the cabin closing the door behind her. "Good heavens!" Andy exclaimed. "What caused that? How can people be so wrong about us?" "Darling," Jack said softly, "I would like to introduce what I'm sure will strike you as a remarkable — perhaps impossible — concept: What if they're right and you're wrong? What if Andy Pierce is really a wonderful human being? What do you think?" With a sad grin he added, "They're certainly wrong about me, though, if they include me with you." "I think they're crazy as hell, is what I think!" Andy exclaimed. The idea is absurd. Besides, you've got it backwards. Jack," she said with great warmth in her voice, "you are really a wonderful guy now." Then changing the subject she said, "Since we're saving money on the room, maybe we can even afford to eat. What do you think?" He grinned and thought they probably could. After leaving the cabin and locking the door, they returned to the office and inquired about places to eat. Mother and daughter conferred, and then the daughter asked if they liked Mexican food. The reality was that Andy didn't really know what it was. Although she and Jack had been to Mexico a number of times, they had always visited the very top resorts where the food was American and continental European. Notwithstanding, Andy immediately replied that they both loved Mexican food. The woman beamed and then made a phone call. After speaking very rapidly for a few minutes in Spanish, she hung up. The daughter then gave them directions to a restaurant where they were expected. Then she smiled very shyly and said, "My mother does not think you have ever eaten Mexican food before, but since you are being so nice to try it, she has taken the liberty of ordering dinner for you." Then with a bright smile she said, "We hope you enjoy it. The food there is really very good." Following the girl's directions, soon they parked in front of a restaurant and went in. It appeared that the place was authentic Mexican, with what appeared to be an all-Mexican clientèle. The couple were greeted at the door and ushered to a table in the back corner that was already prepared for them. What followed was a superb multi-course Mexican feast served with Mexican beer. Andy and Jack simply adored it and were then stunned to find the bill for the two of them was only ten dollars — and the proprietor refused to accept a penny more. When they were back in the truck, Jack was amazed when Andy put her hands on the steering wheel and then, with her head on her hands, began to weep uncontrollably. "What's wrong, darling?" he asked, "What happened now?" "Jack, I have been such an incredible shit! My God! I used to look down on the lower classes!" Lifting her head, she looked at him with tears pouring from her eyes and said, "Do you know I would infinitely rather be beaten to a bloody pulp than experience what we just did? People who don't have very much at all treating us as honored guests — and for no money! We're both used to being catered to, but we could always see the dollar signs in the eyes of the people doing it. And you know what else? We both knew damned well that they really despised us. And they were right: we were despicable." Her tears had slowed but he could see a questing look in her eyes as she said, "Why, Jack? Why are they doing this to us?" "Honey, I think ... No, I know that you've changed. Maybe I have, too. They like us. Honest, honey, they really do. Try something new: Entertain the possibility, at least, that you are a fine person now. Please just think about it." Then with a little grin he said, "On the way back, please try to find a drug store. I need to get some things for tonight." Replying to his little grin with one of her own, Andy opened the glove box and took out a comb along with a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. "Darling, this is all we need. There's no need to waste money on another toothbrush, is there?" Jack agreed they could make do. When she parked the truck in front of their little cabin, Andy turned off the engine but continued to hold the wheel with both hands. Looking down at it, she said softly, "Jack, would you do me a favor, please? Would you go in and take a shower or whatever, and then just get into bed? I'll join you in a short time." Still looking down at her hands, she continued, "You know, we never even had a wedding night. If I remember correctly, you even brought your then-current mistress along with us. Of course, we were both such incredible slobs, the only way either of us could ever have sex was to pay for it. I don't know about you, darling, but I got used to seeing disgust in the eyes of my bed-partners. And do you know something? They had good judgment. Anyway, would you humor me? Please?" Jack immediately agreed and went into the cabin. Andy had seen that the light was still on in the office, so she walked over and found the mother and daughter working together at the counter. The daughter was teaching her mother English. The two women looked up when she entered, and both smiled warmly. Andy told them that the dinner was the best they had ever had. She had picked up a matchbook at the restaurant with its name and address on it. This time, she picked up a card with the motel's name and address. While talking with the women she learned that the mother had been fighting a battle to keep her daughter in an English-language school over the opposition of both the educators and the self-appointed community leaders. She felt — correctly, in Andy's opinion — that her daughter must learn English well to be a success in the United States. Andy agreed with her and then wished them both a good night. Returning to the cabin, she found the door unlocked and Jack in bed waiting for her. She just smiled warmly and disappeared into the bathroom. After taking a shower and concentrating particularly on cleaning her vagina and her asshole, she dried her body. Then with her back up straight she returned to the bedroom and just stood beside the bed. Jack looked at her and whistled softly. "Andy, you are utterly magnificent! Will you join me now?" With a little squeal of pleasure, she dove into the bed as he held the covers back for her. Going into his arms, she melted her lips to his. Their kiss was even better than the ones before, as their love and passion for each other just flowed between them. Finally stopping for a breath, Andy asked Jack for a favor. When he instantly agreed, she said, "Darling, when I lost that terrible bet, you took me in my ass, in my mouth and finally in my cunt. Could we try it again? Please? In the same sequence? Last time my ass and your belly were both so fat that even your beautiful cock could scarcely reach my asshole. Could you try again tonight?" After some initial skepticism, Jack agreed. But before allowing her to get up on her knees, he began to kiss her body while he stroked it all over. The roughness of his hands didn't bother her at all. In fact, she loved the feeling of his hands, particularly on her breasts and the soft flesh of her inner thighs. As he caressed her body he realized that now she was nothing but satin-smooth skin over beautifully-toned muscles. While he stroked her, Andy kissed and caressed Jack everywhere on his body within reach. For her part, she delighted in feeling the incredibly powerful muscles in his upper body and expressed the wish that he would break her in half. Finally, Jack could feel her cunt running freely with her love juices. When he said he was ready, she jumped up to her knees and bent over, elevating her ass for him. After dipping his cock in her luscious cunt, he positioned its head at her amber ring. Relaxing her sphincter as much as she could, Andy pushed back hard. She involuntarily screamed with the pain of his entry, but then just pushed back harder at the same time he was driving forward. The experience for both of them was beyond anything either had ever experienced. Because of all the time spent with the Carlsons, Andy now had a pretty good idea of what to do. Soon she was rolling her hips as Jack moved in and out of her slickened anal surface. In just minutes, to her surprise she had an orgasm and then another and yet a third. Andy realized that they were the first she had ever had with a man in her entire life. Before that night, she had only been able to get off by using a vibrator on herself. For his part, Jack had never had such an experience, either. As he moved in and out he ran his hands all over Andy's body, concentrating on her clit and her inner thighs. At the same time he tried to focus his mind on inconsequential things to keep from releasing for as long as possible. When he could hold back no longer, they both felt the pulsations in his cock. At the same time as he drove forward, Andy pushed her hips back so that he was embedded to his full length when he began to spurt his cum into her rectum. With his cock in violent spasm, he leaned down and took her tits in his hands and squeezed hard. By now they were so sensitive that again Andy let out an involuntary scream. The sensation, coupled with that from her rectum, was too much. Her nervous system overloaded, she had a massive orgasm, and an instant later collapsed on the bed in a dead faint. Jack lay on top of her and felt his spasms slow and finally stop. When his erection subsided somewhat, he carefully eased out from the warm, wet prison in which his cock had been trapped. When Andy regained consciousness, she found her head resting against Jack's shoulder while his hand fondled her tit. She stretched and then wriggled her body even closer to his while she just savored the sensations. After a few minutes, with a quick movement she moved down the bed and took his now-flaccid cock in her mouth. Although Jack protested that it was filthy, she just pointed out that anything on it was hers anyway so what difference could it make? While she worked on his penis with her mouth, she was caressing his balls with her fingers. She found that she loved the feeling and also found that, in spite of pumping what had felt like gallons of cum into her rectum, his scrotum was still remarkably full. Again remembering what she had seen Kathy do so often, she aligned her throat to take him in to his remarkable length. While she did, it seemed that his cock was becoming even longer and fatter than it had been. Although she originally had the idea to take him all three ways in sequence as a form of punishment, she now found that she loved doing it. She was amazed at her new-found capacity to give and receive sexual pleasure. In fact, she found that the more she strove to increase Jack's pleasure, the greater was her own. It was a wonderful discovery which she immediately put to use. Now she concentrated her attention on the wonderful organ that was filling her mouth and stretching her throat in an effort to give Jack the most wonderful sensation she possibly could. She found that it was even possible, when he was all the way inside her, to extend her tongue past his cock that was almost gagging her and lick his balls. The first time she did it, Jack yelped with the unexpected sensation. Finally, when she could feel that he was at the limit of his control, she pulled her head back so that only the head of his cock was in her mouth. She had learned from the other women that otherwise there would be no taste at all since his cum would all be pumping down her throat at a point far past her taste buds. Again Jack seemed to cum in oceans. Nevertheless she swallowed as rapidly as she could and managed to hold almost all of it in. Only a few elements of his spend got past her lips and flowed down towards her chin. Finally, the pulsations stopped and she could feel his cock begin to shrink back in size. When it did, while still holding it in both hands, she removed it and tenderly licked it off, finally licking off the last drop of his cum with the tip of her tongue. Before she could move, Jack reached down and lifted her up towards him. Placing her back against his shoulder — he had moved her as if she were a feather — he first licked his cum from her face, then lowered his mouth to hers, and melted her with a kiss. Although she tried to keep her mouth closed tight, he forced his tongue in and began to lick at the cum that was still in it. Momentarily breaking the kiss, she tried to shake her mouth free and murmured, "Please don't, Jack! It will make you sick." "Darling," he whispered, "first of all, if it makes me sick, we'll be sick together. You must have swallowed gallons. Second, to quote a friend of mine — a very good friend — 'It's all mine anyway so what difference could it possibly make.'" Then with a warm smile he added, "I am your good friend, aren't I?" With her eyes gleaming she pretended to be thinking and then whispered, "A friend, anyway. I'm not sure how good, though." After kissing her passionately and again feeling the flow of electricity between them he said, "Darling, I love you very much." Then he chuckled quietly and added, "Isn't that the dumbest thing you've ever heard? After being married for almost eight years I find I'm madly in love... with my wife!" "And I adore my husband," she said softly. "Darling, I particularly love to feel your rough hands on my body. God, you feel wonderful! You are so strong and masculine. You make me feel like a little girl, and yet at the same time you're really making me into a woman. For the first time, I really think I'm capable of giving you pleasure, and heaven knows you are pleasuring me. It's neat!" she ended with a warm grin. While they were talking Jack had continued to explore her glorious body with his fingers. After working on her cunt and her clit he could feel her vagina running with her juices. Then he said, "Darling, you feel like your cunt is about to wash away. Are you ready to take me inside you?" "Oh God, yes!" she exclaimed. Then she spread her legs wide and raised her hips while he moved between them. Putting the tip of his cock at her opening, she eased downward just as he moved his hips forward. His cock initially entered her cunt to half its great length. Then she moved her legs out wide and swung them up to wrap them around his neck while she linked her ankles behind his head. Since this permitted him to get his deepest possible penetration, she gasped as it felt like his cock was going to come up through her stomach. The sensations were so overpowering she could scarcely talk but she was able to gasp, "Darling, you feel so wonderful inside me. Now fuck your wife! Oh, please! Fuck my ass off!" Jack was moving in and out in very long smooth strokes. When she was able to take another breath, she said with a warm grin, "Darling, you always tell me how you fuck the asses off your mistresses. Please, darling! Show me how you do it." Jack chuckled and stuck out the tip of his tongue at her which provoked a giggle that he both heard and felt with his cock. What followed was the finest lovemaking either had ever experienced. Andy even reluctantly concluded that it was as good as anything she had ever seen the Carlsons do. After minutes, during which Andy had increasingly frequent orgasms, she reached the peak she had seen Kathy reach every day: She was in continuous spasm. All of her feeling was in her cunt. Sweat was now pouring off her body and her head was flopping from side to side. At the same time she was whispering obscenities to Jack, telling him to fuck her ass off. For his part, Jack was trying his best. Finally, he could contain himself no longer. Even though she had been subtly changing her internal movements whenever she felt him close to release, it no longer worked. Now his engorged cock began to pump his cum deep into her body. Since she had thrust her hips upward when she felt him begin to release, simultaneous with a downward thrust of his, she had felt the tip of his cock penetrate into her uterus itself which was now being flooded with his cum. Although she fought with all her might to retain consciousness, it was no use. The raw sensation overpowered her nervous system in her most massive orgasm yet and she passed out. When Andy regained consciousness, she felt a sensation she had never experienced before. Looking down the bed she found that her legs were over Jack's shoulders and he was engrossed in licking out her cunt. She tried to pull away, but at the first sense of movement he clamped his arms around her legs. It immobilized her as if she were being held in a vise. When she protested, he stopped just long enough to say, "Darling, we've just been over that." Then with a grin he added, "Besides, I'm being environmentally aware. I'm just recycling it." Then he said, "You know something else? My cum is particularly delicious when it's diluted with your glorious love juices. Do you want me to save you some?" With a cute little grin she just nodded her head rapidly, primarily to see what he would do. He just returned his mouth to her cunt and again sucked and licked up the succulent fluids. What she could not know was that he had essentially stopped swallowing. Finishing, he moved up to the head of the bed with her beside him and put her head back on his shoulder. Then turning his head toward her, he put his lips on hers. When her tongue penetrated his mouth, she was startled to find that it was filled with liquid which he helped transfer into hers. When she swallowed, she found that it did taste good and was quite different from his pure cum. Finally, after a series of light kisses, he pulled away and asked, "How did you like it?" "Darling, you're right, she replied. Then with a little grin she asked, "Would you like it for dinner? If I heated it, do you suppose we could serve it as a soup course?" Jack just chuckled at her reply and turned out the lights. In moments, they were both asleep with her head still on his shoulder and her tit cupped in his large hand. The next day was the best the two had ever spent together. After marvelous lovemaking to start the day, they found a small diner and had breakfast. Then they went to the zoo and followed it with a visit to an art museum. As they viewed the paintings and sculpture, Andy just shook her head in chagrin. It was now so clear that so much of what she had supported as art was the purest junk. They both learned a great deal and had a wonderful time. Jack found he couldn't keep his hands off this beautiful girl who was his wife. Furthermore, he found that his feelings were obviously shared. It seemed that they each had the same physical need to touch the other that she had noticed with the Carlsons. Repeatedly, at both the museum and the zoo, they found themselves kissing passionately regardless of where they might be or who might be around. That night, after another fine dinner at the same Mexican restaurant, they concluded that there was even enough money left to go to the movies at a neighborhood theater that had low ticket prices. When they were seated in the theater, Andy casually pulled her shirttail out of her jeans and unbuttoned her shirt. After placing Jack's hand on her tit she just rested her head against his shoulder and went to sleep. Since the movie was an adventure film, the gunfire and excitement at its conclusion awakened her. As they left the theater, Jack asked her how she liked it. With a broad grin she said she had never enjoyed a movie so much in her life. After returning to their motel they spent the night making passionate love to each other. Their lovemaking continued with breaks for a few naps until almost sunrise. The next day, Sunday, Andy again amazed Jack by insisting they go to church. Andy spent almost the entire service on her knees praying — Jack was sure she was praying for forgiveness, so he spent the rest of the Mass on his knees beside her doing the same thing. After breakfast, they drove to the beach and spent the early afternoon walking the beach barefoot and just talking. It was during their long talk that Andy realized that Jack, too, had been reading the classics. It turned into the most interesting and intellectual conversation they had ever had. Finally, it was time to leave. After driving to the Carlson's townhouse, Andy told Jack that he could take her truck to get back to the rooming house where he was living. When he asked her how she would get to work, she just shook her head and insisted it would be no problem. Following her inside, he let out a low whistle when he realized how beautiful and comfortably furnished the place was. Then Andy surprised him. She picked up the phone and called the restaurant reviewer for The New York Times. After reminding him that she had panned every restaurant she had ever visited, she told him about the most remarkable Mexican restaurant in the United States. After singing the praises of the place where they had been eating, she received his assurance that he would pass it on to friends on the Los Angeles papers. Then she told him about the lovely motel and he promised to pass that on to the travel people, as well. When she hung up, she swallowed hard and said, "Jack, it's that time. Now you're going to have to do something that you will find very unpleasant. But, darling, remember: You swore you would do what I ask. Right?" After reassuring her that he would, she took him to the exercise room and stripped off her clothes. Putting on the leather collar and the bracelets around her wrists and ankles she told him what he had to do: "Darling, I am forty-eight hours late getting home. That's ninety-six strokes with the whip or bastinado. Then there's an unauthorized phone call for ten more." She gave him explicit instructions on how and where to whip her. The first thirty were applied while she first knelt, exposing her back, and then while she arched her body over backward for him to whip her breasts and belly. She could scarcely stand when he attached her to the torture frame and completed his bloody task. She insisted that he leave her still suspended on the torture frame. Leaving the room, he staggered to a bathroom and vomited. When he left the apartment, it was just after four o'clock. ------- Chapter 34 "Put that medal back on this instant!" Judy Jeffries exclaimed. Mike Morris was sitting beside her in her convertible as they sped north on the freeway towards Los Angeles. It was the day of the Clifford & Jamison Christmas dance and Mike was wearing his dress whites. With a grin, Judy had earlier made "a big concession" by not insisting that he wear his sword, too. Because uniform regulations require that medals be worn with the full-dress uniform, Mike had miniature medals pinned to his breast beginning with the Navy Cross. However, there is no miniature for the Medal of Honor which is worn on a blue silk ribbon around the neck. Mike had intended to take it off and put it in his pocket, but Judy would not allow it. Both of them were looking forward to the weekend. First, it was a Firm celebration. It was a gala because the period shortly before the dance had been the worst time of Judy's life. A few weeks earlier, she had received an emergency phone call from Bill Clifford who was in Austin, Texas. He needed to get in touch with Ginger as quickly as possible on a matter of life or death. When she first spoke to him, she didn't recognize his voice: it was as grim as death. Bill stayed on the line while Judy called Boeing in Seattle where Ginger was working that day. On an emergency basis, the Boeing people located her and put her on the phone. After patching the two lines together, Judy almost dropped when she learned that Ali had left Bill. The situation just got worse. The following week Ginger and Sandy Harris were in the courtroom with Ginger representing Bill Clifford while Sandy represented Ali. Ali was filing for an immediate divorce. Kathy Carlson and Judy were sitting in the back of the courtroom holding their breath. First of all, both Ali and Bill looked like death. Moreover, the two girls knew that it was a matter of life or death. They knew — as did everyone who knew the Cliffords — that the two people could not live apart. They would quite literally die. They silently cheered as Sandy utterly took apart Jennifer Clifford, Bill's daughter who had triggered the split, on the witness stand. She had called Ali a dumb, cheap, gold-digging whore. Sandy established that Ali was a Phi Beta Kappa from the University of Kansas and graduated number one in her class from both the UCLA business school where she received her MBA and then from the UCLA law school. She also established that Ali had generated hundreds of millions of dollars in portfolio gains for Bill due to her investment acumen. Finally, she established that Ali had had sexual relations only three times in her entire life before she met Bill, with the most recent prior event being seven years earlier. Moreover, they had been married for three months before they ever had sex together. The divorce action ended suddenly when Ginger was cross-examining Ali. Previously, on direct examination, both Bill and Ali had said that they loved the other "more than life itself." Ali had been shocked at Bill's appearance in the courtroom and her resolve for a divorce was weakened. When Ginger asked if Ali thought Bill was lying, she replied that he was incapable of it. After reminding her that he had testified that he loved her more than life itself she asked, "Ali, do you really want a divorce?" At that point Ali broke down on the witness stand. She couldn't even talk. All she could do was slowly to shake her head from side to side. In an instant Bill was beside her, taking her into his arms. From their perspective, neither Judy nor Kathy knew whether to cheer or cry. On the one hand, they wanted to cheer the fact that Bill and Ali were back together. On the other hand, they were torn up by the agony that they had just seen their best friend and mentor go through. And it wasn't over yet. The next morning was possibly even worse. First thing in the morning, in the conference room Ginger and Sandy told the others that they were resigning from the firm effective immediately. Kathy and Judy almost died minutes later when Sandy told them she was turning herself in to the District Attorney for criminal prosecution for deliberately subverting her client's wishes. Kathy and Judy were clutching at each other's hands when Ali entered the room and Ginger and Sandy slid their letters of resignation down the table to her. Kathy was losing her closest friend, the girl who had saved her marriage and saved her life. Moreover, both girls were overcome by Sandy's demonstration of personal goodness and her love for Ali by going to jail willingly as a result of the things she had done to save Ali's marriage and thus her life. It was all over in moments, though. First, Ali pretended to glare at the two women and wouldn't let them leave the room. Then she slid Bill Clifford's check for one million dollars down to Ginger. Then she gave Sandy her own check for $500,000 with the promise of an immediate additional payment of millions more. Finally, she dropped to her knees beside Sandy and begged her please to stay. In moments everyone was dissolved in tears and hugging and kissing one another. Shortly afterward, Ali passed out bonuses to everyone in the Firm. Judy had received $20,000, an amount equal to one year's gross salary. Finally, Ali agreed to pay for the Firm dance out of her own pocket. Judy was looking forward to the weekend. In addition to attending the dance, she and Kathy had reserved a suite at the Beverly Wilshire, the hotel where Bill and Ali lived. Moreover, she was looking forward to being able to introduce Mike to her friends as the love of her life. As they neared the office — the dance was being held in the restaurant on the top floor — Judy mentally rechecked her appearance. Knowing Mike would be wearing his dress whites, Judy was wearing white, also. Her dress was the one that Kathy referred to as "Clifford & Jamison formal standard": white silk with a neckline that plunged to her waist and a back that plunged even deeper, exposing the top of the crease between her buns, and with a short chiffon skirt that would stand out straight in a spin. As a reluctant concession to modesty, she and Kathy had agreed to wear bikinis although they were the smallest possible and made of lace. Because of their gloriously tanned legs, they were wearing no stockings or anything else. Finally, all the girls had visited Henry Hall and their hairdos were spectacular. Even Judy — who would admit to being her own harshest critic — thought that she looked very good. As they entered the rooftop lounge where their party was to be held, the band leader saw them. He signaled to the band and then, to Mike's embarrassment, began to play the Marine Hymn. Mike just stopped dead in his tracks in shock! Although the entire staff of the firm was present, they only numbered eleven: Ali and Bill Clifford, Ginger and Charley Conrad, Sandy Harris, Jack Benson, Kathy and Ken Carlson, Mike and herself. Joan Frederick was there, too, but without a date. Since the place was very large and crowded at the holiday season, the overwhelming majority of the patrons had no connection with Clifford & Jamison. When they finished the march, the bandleader said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is our great honor tonight to welcome one of our country's greatest heros, Marine Major Michael Morris. The medal he is wearing around his neck is the Medal of Honor, our country's highest award for valor in combat. Then, on his chest are two Navy Crosses and an Air Force Cross — the second highest award. In other words, people, the major has four awards of the two highest medals for valor in existence. Could we give him a warm round of applause?" To Mike's acute embarrassment, everyone in the room rose and began to applaud and cheer while Judy led the way to the Firm table. When they reached it, the other people in the room sat down but the Clifford & Jamison people remained standing. Judy beamed up at him and said, "Folks, I would like you to meet my fiancé and lover, Mike Morris. I trapped him fair and square. Isn't he cute?" By the time the introductions were finished, Mike's head was spinning. First of all, he was utterly dazzled by the beauty of all the women around the table. For the first time he began to understand what Judy had been telling him about the women and their firm. When Ali Clifford kissed him, all he could feel was the most intense and purest love he could ever imagine. But the experience was repeated with Ginger and then with Joan Frederick. When he met Kathy Carlson, her eyes were flashing with joy. "Mike," she said softly, "you're a very lucky man! Judy Jeffries is the finest woman on two feet and she utterly adores you. Now, may I have a kiss?" He reached out, intending to give Kathy a light peck, but that was not what she had in mind at all. Instead, when he put his arms around her lightly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted her lips against his. While the flow of pure love was identical to Ali's, the way she worked her lips on his was not. By the time she released him, his head was spinning to such a degree he could hardly stand. It was only then that he realized that her kiss had been pure love with no passion at all. When she let go, Judy put her arm around him and he realized that it was for his support. "See what I mean?" she whispered softly. "It's no wonder Ken Carlson is so damned big. If he weren't, he would just be a glob of warm mush on the floor. Darling, can you imagine love like that coupled with the most intense passion you could imagine? That's what it's like for those two day after day after day!" Then Mike was introduced to the men who all shook his hand warmly. The last person to be introduced was Ken Carlson. As Mike extended his hand, Ken drew himself up to strict attention and gave him the most meticulous salute Mike had ever seen. Withdrawing his hand, Mike as meticulously returned it. Then Ken took his hand and said, "Major, I am very proud to meet you. I'm also so happy for Judy who is one of God's most perfect people. I know she will make you very happy!" He paused and added, "And Major, you certainly deserve it!" When they were finally seated, Mike found that Judy was sitting between Ken and him. Shaking his head he said, "Captain Carlson, I just want you to know two things: First, compared to what you did in 'Nam, these awards might as well be good-conduct medals. Second, Carlson's Rangers — although still only a company — have been running my reconnaissance battalion ragged. And sir, a number of those guys are the same ones who served with you. My people are absolutely in awe of that outfit — and we're not in awe of very much. They tell me there are corporals in that company who could be senior master sergeants but they refuse promotion because it would mean they would have to leave the unit. "All I can tell you is this: My men can't believe that you're human. They know how good your troops are! Yet when they say anything about it, all they hear is how the unit is just a shadow of what it was when you led it. Sir, you could think of it as an algebraic equation: My men are in awe of yours; your men are in awe of you. Where does that put you in the regard of my men? All I can say is we would be delighted to have you visit our unit at any time. My men would consider it to be the greatest honor they could possibly achieve." Then with a smile he added, "I certainly hope you will consider our invitation. We're really very serious about it." The dance was the best that any of the people from Clifford & Jamison had ever attended. First of all, they were the focus of attention for all of the other guests in the room. When they learned from the restaurant staff that the women were all in a law firm, the people could not believe it. Then they just watched them move with the grace of trained dancers and just marveled. When they saw them in the arms of their men, they were awed. For his part, Mike still suffered some trepidation about dancing. He knew he could dance — and dance well — with Judy, but he was sure he would destroy any other woman. However, when Kathy Carlson asked him to dance with her, he couldn't refuse. To his amazement, she fit into his arms and moved with the same fluid grace that Judy did. Moreover, the experience repeated with each of the other women. Actually, he had the most fun dancing with Joan Frederick. First of all, she was as cute as a button with her dark hair and brilliant green eyes. Second, she was funny as she pretended to look up and down his uniform, apparently looking for something. When he asked her what she was looking for, she replied very seriously, "The 'down' button." "The 'down button'?" he asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You know, Mike!" she replied with a straight face. "The button you push to get you down to my size." Mike howled with laughter at her straight-faced joke. Then he responded by lifting her up and holding her in his arms with her feet completely off the floor. The others around the table began to laugh as Joan made funny faces while he danced by himself with her in his arms. Then he let her down and held her normally. Before he could resume dancing, though, she pulled his head down and utterly melted him with a kiss. Then she whispered, "What a stinking shame! Mike, I'm just too short. I can't even give Judy a decent fight." In spite of the one-foot difference in their heights Joan still moved in his arms like a dream. When they returned to the table, Judy was still laughing. Then Joan stuck out her hand and said, "You win. I'm out of the competition. I'm just too damned short!" For the first time in his life Mike Morris decided that maybe he could dance after all. When Jack Benson asked Judy to dance, he rose to his feet and asked Sandy Harris. As he asked her, he was looking into her eyes and saw a flash of surprise followed by a flash of ... something else. As he moved out on the dance floor he found that Sandy felt the same way in his arms that the other girls did. Then suddenly she stopped. Looking down he saw tears rolling down her cheeks and then she just shook her head and cried, "I can't do it!" Mike looked at her in amazement and asked, "What can't you do?" "I can't possibly be so close to a real hero. I feel so filthy and dirty..." "Come with me, lady," he whispered and led her off the floor. Taking her by the arm, he went into the cocktail lounge off the main room which they found to be nearly empty. Escorting her to a small table in the corner, they sat down and Mike said softly, "Do you want to tell me about it?" In spite of the tears still streaming from her eyes, Sandy Harris looked beautiful. She said softly, "Mike, you remember all those antiwar demonstrators from years ago? I was one of the leaders. There, in the nice safe, warm confines of our ivy-covered campus, I was bewailing how nasty our people were being to those wonderful agrarian reformers. Then I met the Trang sisters — and saw the 'agrarian reformers' work first hand." As she looked into his eyes Mike now knew what he had seen when he asked her to dance. It was fear. She continued, "Do you know something? I've never been able to look Ken Carlson in the eye. Never! Kathy knows about it, so Ken stays away from me, but maybe Judy doesn't know, or if she does, she forgot to tell you. It's why I was the only woman not to kiss you when you and Judy arrived. "I'm one of the great shits of the Western World, Mike. I should have been destroyed at birth." "What about Jack?" Mike asked softly. "He thinks you're pretty special, and heaven knows he is." With a wry little grin Sandy replied, "He's a pilot. I'm sure he was at altitude a couple of times and ran short of oxygen. That's what it does to a guy's judgment. What in hell does he know? He's blind." Looking into his eyes she began to cry again and wailed, "Michael Morris, I'm a shit!" While she had been talking, Mike had ordered drinks for both of them. The waiter brought them and Mike reached for his wallet but the waiter said, "I'm sorry, sir, but your money is no good here tonight. You are a guest of the management and we are all delighted to have you." Mike thanked him and offered him a big tip, but that was also refused. "See, Mike?" Sandy said softly. "Everyone knows what it takes to earn that medal around your neck. Even I know ... now!" With the pain visible in her eyes she wailed, "How can you stand to even be near me?" "Now you listen to me, lady!" Mike said softly but with the power of command very clear in his voice. "Do you know what I did? I can't tell you the details but basically I went berserk. When the dust settled a few minutes later, a bunch of bad guys were dead and my guys were okay. The whole thing took a few seconds. That's basically the story of the two Navy Crosses, too. Now let's look at what you did: Over a span of a full week you planned to sacrifice your professional career and go to prison to try to save the lives of Ali and Bill Clifford. And you did it. Lady, that is a level of bravery and courage I can't even dream about. "Look at your appearance: Judy tells me how you're always saying you're ugly, but its just that Jack's too blind to see it. Bullshit! Aside from having a body that's a duplicate of Judy's — and I think she is female perfection — you just radiate goodness, purity and kindness. It's like a halo around you. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen because of who you are." Sandy's mouth had dropped open while Mike was talking. She was hearing something that Jack and her friends had told her but she had never believed. Now she was hearing it and more from a man she had just met for the first time. Then Mike said, "Now give me a kiss, lady, and then let's dance." Leaning towards her he took her head in his hands, tipped it to the side and gently brought his lips to hers. Then Mike did something that had been done to him by all the women that night. He concentrated on conveying his love for this beautiful but troubled young woman. When their lips met, he let his love flow while he gently worked his lips on hers. Finally he eased away and held her gently. Sandy was in a state of shock. The kiss Mike had given her was like no kiss she had ever had in her life from a man before — a kiss she would have considered impossible from a man: a kiss of the purest love but with passion totally absent. Now her eyes were bright and glistening as she said, "Thank you, Michael Morris." Then she added, "I am so happy for you! I'm sure Judy will make you very happy and now I'm certain that you are the man for her, too." Then with a little grin she asked, "Could I have that dance now?" Everyone at the table instantly noticed the enormous change in Sandy's attitude when Mike returned her to the table. Later, in response to questions from Ali, Sandy told her in detail what Mike had done. When Mike asked Ali for a dance, she flowed into his arms and he realized that he was holding a perfect female. The feeling was so similar to holding Judy that it was startling. As they danced, Ali rubbed her cheek lightly against his. As the number was ending, she spoke for the first time and said, "Michael Morris, there's something you should know. First, what you did for Sandy was truly remarkable. It's something we all tried to communicate to her but maybe we didn't use the right words or we weren't persuasive enough. You were. She told me that you said her beauty was primarily the radiation of her basic goodness and purity. You sure have that one right. You know that she saved my life and Bill's. Well, you may have saved hers. Because of the way we feel about her, Michael Morris, you have performed a service of incalculable value to Bill and me. "Judy tells me your future in the Corps is uncertain right now. All I want you to know is that whatever you decide to do in the future, the Cliffords will help you do it. Okay?" With the warmest smile he had ever seen she added, "That is our solemn oath!" Looking into his eyes she added, "I'm sure Judy has told you enough about us for you to know that whatever it is, we can make it happen — and for you, we will!" The music stopped and Ali took his face in her hands, pulled it down and kissed him with the most intense love he had ever experienced. Mike realized that what Sandy had done certainly had value, because Ali Clifford was one to the world's most remarkable people, and she had truly saved the woman's life, and probably Bill's as well. As the night wore on, Mike came to realize that this was the strangest group of people he had ever met. Then he realized that it was the women's intense love for their men coupled with their equally intense love for each other. Never in his life had he encountered such warmhearted and constant teasing. Seeing Ken and Kathy Carlson together, he conceded that their love for each other was both constant and incredibly intense. He vowed to himself to try to become as close to Ken Carlson as he possibly could, so he could communicate the intense love he felt for Judy in the same way Ken communicated his love for Kathy. Later in the evening, Judy teased Joan about monopolizing all the men, repeating that she had trapped Mike fair and square. All Joan did was to stick out the tip of her little pink tongue and say, "Judy Jeffries, you're being a pig. I only get to dance with them. You have Mike all weekend long — and in bed with him inside you, too. Do you mean to say you have the nerve to begrudge me a couple of dances when you have that to look forward to?" Judy smiled at her friend warmly and withdrew her complaint. The party was due to end at one o'clock. By eleven-thirty, the room had largely emptied except for the Clifford & Jamison group. Then Kathy looked up and saw the Duffys and the Higgins coming across the room towards them. Jim and Mike were wearing dinner jackets while their wives were wearing formals similar to what the other girls had on. Since they had recently returned from two months on Maui, all of them had skin that was dark gold. They were welcomed and additional chairs were pulled up to the table for them. Although Jim Duffy was usually the spokesman for the group, tonight it was Mike Higgins. While the others sat down, he remained standing. With a broad smile he said, "Jim and I were talking this afternoon. Since it's close to the end of the year, we were taking stock of what's happened over the last twelve months. Well, the first six months were nothing special. Now I'll focus on myself. Higgins Construction was drifting down hill. Although I didn't realize it at the time, when my first wife died a few years ago I guess I just lost interest in things. Anyway, the first few months of this year were just more of the same. Then what happens? Well, we hired a ditch-digger." He looked around the table and asked rhetorically, "Now hiring a ditch-digger doesn't sound very special for a construction company, does it? Well, normally that's true. As it happened, though, this one brought his wife along. "What's that do for us? Not a lot. All she does is start off by saving the life of my closest friend while almost losing her own life in the process. Then she puts together a contract for the work we were doing that we hadn't been able to complete in nearly a year. She does that in ten minutes. Is she finished? Oh, no! In fifty minutes, she sells, contracts and gets signed a contract for the biggest job in the history of the company. "Then what? Well, Jim Duffy is so damned impressed that he and I determined to find two girls as close to her as possible. We go to a whorehouse and find Kristin Callahan and Kimberly Moyer. Are we satisfied? Hell, no! They're okay, but they need to be improved, so we turn them over to our lawyer. Of course, we do that after she merges our two companies. That only took her thirty minutes. We didn't know it, but our girls sold themselves into slavery to be able to work with our lawyer ... Kathy Carlson. "Then we contact Kathy's husband, Ken. He reads us the riot act! First, he wants to know what we're bringing to the party. I guess I didn't understand the question. He explains that Kris and Kimmie are already incredible beauties — he sure had that one right. But what about us?" Mike pretended to look puzzled. "I didn't know what he was talking about. After all, I looked to be in decent condition — for a guy of sixty! Anyway, Ken whips us into shape, too. "Where are we now? First, we are married to two of the most beautiful, most loving, most considerate ... Hell, the most perfect wives God has ever created. What about the business? Well, with Kris and Kim providing the inspiration, nowadays the highest honor in the construction industry is to be on a Pacific/Higgins crew! Those yellow hardhats with the green logo are the greatest status symbol in the industry. Boy, if you have one of those, you are good! What's this mean to us? It means our productivity is so high, our costs are about half the industry norms. It means that even with low bids we make more than anyone else on a project. In a nutshell, we're minting money. "The future? Well," Mike said with a very warm grin, "Jim and I aren't supposed to know it, but now Kristin and Kimberly are both pregnant. If it works like everything else, they will be in labor together. We are going to be fathers!" Turning to Kathy he said, "Now we get to the reason for this visit. What have you done for us lately? All we have are wives who we adore, more money than we can count and the prospect of seeing the fruit of the most beautiful loins in which a man has ever been enfolded. Oh, one more thing: Jim and I now know that Kim and Kris were wonderful women before they ever met you, Kathy. On the other hand, nearly every night Kris will be sexually or sensually creative. Once she was in tears after giving me the most incredible experience of my life. When I asked her why she was crying, she said it was because she didn't get it right. Then she explained that she was trying to replicate something she had learned from you, Kathy. Everything she does, she learned from you. There's one complaint, though. I barely survived it when she didn't get it right. How can I live if she ever does? "Kathy Carlson, we owe you all our happiness. And by the way, we are going to get even. You own 16 percent of Pacific/Higgins. Kris hasn't done the final numbers yet but let me tell you right now, 16 percent of this year's profits is going to be a big number ... a very big number!" With a grin he said, "Now, Kathy, do you have anything to say in your own defense?" Kathy rose and grinned. "Mike, I have only one thing to say. I thought these girls were the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Looking at them tonight I realize I didn't know the half of it. Tonight they are fulfilled as women. Tiny babies are growing in their wombs and they both look exquisite and joyously happy! All I can say is that those children have the most wonderful parents in the world waiting for their appearance. Congratulations!" Bill Clifford ordered more champagne and the celebration continued. Much later, the Carlsons, along with Mike and Judy, checked in at the hotel and were ushered to their suite. When the assistant manager showed them the suite's features, Kathy grinned at Judy and whispered, "Ali Clifford strikes again!" The manager had taken a full kilo of caviar out of the refrigerator where it sat on a tray with all the trimmings. There were also a dozen bottles of Dom Pérignon. On the tray of caviar was a small envelope that Kathy opened. She read it and began to howl with laughter. When Judy asked about it, Kathy just continued to laugh but passed it over to her. With Mike looking over her shoulder, she read, "Caviar is a great aphrodisiac. You four are going to need all the help you can get!" After eating some of the caviar and washing it down with champagne, Judy rose to her feet and stretched. Then she casually untied the small cord behind her neck that was holding up her dress and let it drop to her feet saying, "Come on, Mike. You have a lot of work to do, so we might as well get started." Ken grinned at her and let out a low whistle. Then he said to Mike, "My! What an interesting word for it. That's work?" By now Mike was almost as relaxed as the others. Rising to his feet, he took Judy into his arms and mashed her body against his uniform tunic. As he did, he heard the wonderful warm noises from deep in her body that he had come to love. Then, looking over her shoulder at Ken, he said, "But Captain, you certainly know how it is with reconnaissance? We get stuck with all the rotten jobs no one else will touch. But then war is hell, isn't it, sir?" Ken grinned and laughed. Then Kathy got to her feet and dropped her dress to the floor, too. Stepping quickly out of her briefs she said, "Okay, Ranger! Off your ass and on your feet. You heard the man. War is hell! And my cunt is running rivers and will soon flood out the damned suite if you don't do something about it pretty quick." With a wink at Mike, Ken uncoiled from the sofa and was on his feet so fast he looked like a striking snake. Sweeping Kathy up in his arms, he carried her off towards their bedroom. Judy and Mike both cracked up as they heard Kathy protest, "But, sir! My virtue!" ------- The next morning Kathy and Ken were wearing their hotel bathrobes and having breakfast in the sitting room, when Judy came out of her bedroom still nude. She stretched sinuously and then gingerly ran her fingers down her inner thighs. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as she touched some aching muscles. Then she asked Kathy, "How long did it take you to get in shape for sex? I'm utterly destroyed!" Just then Mike emerged, also wearing a robe. Coming up behind Judy he pinched one of her buns. Reaching behind her, she untied the cord on his bathrobe letting it fall open. Then she just backed into him and pressed her back up against his body. Mike reached around and cupped her tits in his hands and listened to her make the warm, happy noises deep in her body that he had come to love. Just then she yelped, "Ouch!" "What was that?" Mike asked in surprise. "You pinched my ass," she complained. Trying to control her laughter Kathy said, "But Judy, that was two minutes ago!" Sticking out the tip of her tongue and looking very cute as she did, Judy replied, "Can I help it if my reflexes are a little slow sometimes?" The foursome continued to banter after Judy finally put on a robe of her own. They spent Saturday visiting an art museum — the same one Andy and Jack visited — and also going to the zoo. At the end of the day they realized that they had had a great deal of fun and agreed to go out to Maui together during the Christmas holidays. That night, at the girls request, the men made love to them as they lay side by side on the same bed. Although Mike was initially embarrassed, it turned out to be a sexually thrilling experience. They had a very quiet Sunday. Then Kathy invited them to come by their new apartment on their way back to Pendleton. Arriving at the townhouse at seven o'clock, Kathy proudly gave them a tour of the place. Mike and Ken broke off while Kathy took Judy upstairs. The next thing the men heard was Kathy's bloodcurdling scream. Dashing up the stairs they found Kathy at the door to the exercise room just pointing. "My God, Ken! Look!" ------- Chapter 35 They found Andy hanging from the bracelets on her wrists. Two small pools of blood had formed, one below each foot. They had formed as the blood from the myriad cuts across her body had slowly flowed down her body to her legs, then down to her toes to drip onto the polyethylene below. Since her legs were still held spread wide apart by the ankle bracelets attached to the torture frame, two separate pools had formed. There was also a small pool of urine beneath her. Andy's head was pitched forward with her chin nearly on her chest. Ken gasped as he looked at the girl. He had seen nothing nearly this bad since he had cut the Trang sisters down from the scaffold. But, he thought, the Vietnamese intended to kill the sisters. What happened here? Before he could utter the words aloud, Kathy picked up a small envelope lying on the floor just in front of the polyethylene sheet. It was addressed to her and she opened it. "My God!" she exclaimed, "It's to me from Andy. She says she has received over 100 lashes. Most are for not returning home at the appropriate time, but a few are for making an unauthorized telephone call. Since she knows how much I hate to beat her, she made her own arrangements so I wouldn't have to." She looked up at Ken with tears pouring from her eyes and added, "She doesn't think she'll be able to kiss the whip so those strokes will be added to the next time! My God!" she wailed, "what are we going to do?" "As a first step," he said softly, "How about if we get her down from there? Any idea how long she's been hanging on that rack?" "What time is it now?" she asked. When told it was almost seven-thirty, she replied, "This is dated today at three o'clock. My God! She's been hanging suspended for over four hours!" Ken asked Mike for help. Together the two men lifted Andy's weight from the hooks permitting Kathy to unfasten them. Meanwhile, Judy had gone to the second bedroom, took the bedspread off the bed, and pulled down the covers. As gently as they could, the two men carried Andy between them to the room and lay her on it. Blood covered both men when they stepped back because Andy's body was bleeding from everywhere. The only unmarked part of her body was her face. There were lacerations on her breasts, her belly, her loins and her arms. Her legs had been whipped on all surfaces with particular emphasis on her inner thighs. The result was there was no way to carry her without touching a number of the still-bleeding cuts across her body. There was not a single square inch of her flesh that wasn't marked. Judy came back with a pan of warm water and two washcloths. Giving one to Kathy, the two girls worked as carefully as they could to wash off the blood and lymphatic fluid that covered her body. In addition, it was apparent that the woman had been sweating profusely during her ordeal and there was a great deal of dried salty sweat all over her body. As they carefully worked with the men watching, the new pain seemed to partially revive the injured girl. Kathy was working on her shoulders and chest as the girl suddenly tried to get up. As gently as she could, Kathy held her down and whispered, "Relax, darling Andy. It will be all right!" "I have to get up," the girl gasped in a husky voice. "I have to clean up my mess!" Her eyes opened and searched the room, finally fixing on Kathy's face. "Mistress, I tried to hold it in. Honestly, I did. But I finally lost control and urinated on the floor. I must lick it up before it dries..." The girl again tried to rise while tears of sorrow poured from her eyes. "You're staying in bed, Slave Andy!" Kathy commanded firmly. "Now tell me what happened. Who beat you?" Slumping back the girl whispered hoarsely, "I beat me! It was no one else — just me! Mistress, I broke every rule and needed to be punished. I just made the arrangements, is all." Again she struggled to rise and again Kathy held her down. "But Mistress," she protested, "I must make your dinner! I'm not sure how much more punishment I can take right now." Kathy didn't know what to do, but then she had an idea. Since Andy was still wearing the leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles, she asked Ken to get a length of clothesline she had seen in the pantry. When he gave it to her, she cut a piece and attached it to Andy's left wrist, then tied the other end to the head of the bed. After cutting another piece, she tied it to the strap on Andy's right ankle and then tied its other end around the lower leg of the bed. She made sure there was enough slack for Andy to move but not nearly enough to permit her even to sit up. Then she heard the girl mutter, "Water ... Could I... ? water..." Her heart went out to this poor tortured woman, who couldn't even bring herself to ask for water, although she was certainly dying of thirst. Judy shot out the door and in moments was back with a pitcher of water and a glass. After pouring, she gave the glass to Kathy. As carefully as she could, Kathy lifted Andy from behind her shoulders. In spite of her care, Andy involuntarily gasped in pain because Kathy's arm was across a number of terrible bleeding welts across her shoulders. Disregarding her cry, Kathy brought the glass to the girl's lips and let some water trickle into her mouth. She swallowed, then swallowed again. When she drained the glass, Judy refilled it and Andy drained it again. Finally she gasped, "Thank you, Mistress! You are too kind to your slave..." Then her body just went limp. Kathy couldn't tell if she had gone to sleep or fainted, but she gently lowered the girl's head to the pillow. Although they had done nothing at all to clean up the girl's back, she and Judy concluded that they had done as much as they could. After turning off the lights they left the room. ------- Kathy was sitting in a chair by Andy's bedside the next morning, reading a book. Judy, who had driven Mike back to Pendleton the night before and then returned, was downstairs making breakfast. Early that morning, Jack Fletcher had called and told Kathy what had happened. He was in tears and could scarcely talk. She assured him that Andy was as good as she could be but certainly was in no shape for visitors yet, but perhaps he could see her late that afternoon. Sensing some movement in the corner of her eye, Kathy saw Andy's eyes flutter and then open. When she moved to get out of bed, she found that her wrist was tied down. Looking around she saw Kathy and smiled wanly. "Mistress," she said softly, "may I get out of bed to go to the bathroom?" Tears came to her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous evening and added, "I can't wet the bed, too." As Kathy untied the cords, she asked, "How do you feel, Andy? Do you feel well enough to try to take a bath?" When the two cords were untied and Andy tried to get up, she screamed in pain. During the night, scabs had formed on the dozens of cuts on her back and legs and attached themselves to the bed sheet. As soon as Andy realized what was causing the pain, she just sat up in a quick motion tearing the scabs off her back, then lay back down again while she raised her legs together. Again she involuntarily screamed as the scabs on her legs were torn off, too. Lowering her legs, she was again sitting up. Then she spun her body to swing her legs over the side of the bed. When she did, she almost fainted from the pain coupled with the wave of dizziness that came over her. Recognizing what was happening, Kathy called out to Judy who came running. Then the two women stood beside the bed and Kathy said, "Andy, I think it would be easier if you supported yourself on us rather than us trying to hold you. Want to try?" Reaching out a hand to each girl, Andy pulled herself to her feet. When her weight came down on her feet she screamed again. Hearing it Kathy said to Judy, "The bastinado: It's probably the most painful torture of them all although it doesn't sound like it is. A heavy stick is used to beat the victim on the instep of both feet. I think it was discovered during the Inquisition. Anyway, that's what it is. Judy, she can't walk. It's impossible." Moving close to each side of the girl, they each took one of her arms and put it over her shoulder so the girl could largely suspend her weight on their shoulders. In that fashion they were able to get to the bathroom where Andy gratefully sank down on the toilet seat. After she relieved herself, Kathy asked her just to remain seated and took the opportunity to wash her back. Judy helped as soon as she realized what Kathy was doing. Then they filled the bathtub with warm water and again helped the girl into it. Gratefully, she sank down in the tub. Kathy gasped as almost immediately the bath-water turned pink and then just continued to darken as so many of the again-open cuts on Andy's back and legs continued to bleed. As she gratefully soaked in the warm water, Andy looked at Kathy and said, "Mistress, the punishment for failure to perform my duties is two lashes for every hour missed. I guess I'm up to another twenty-four about now. Since I'm really not in good shape, could you let me work them off at the rate of ten strokes a day? I don't think I could make it if I had to take forty-eight each day. Could we, Mistress?" Hearing Andy's request, Kathy's heart turned over again. The girl was so sincere and so brutally beaten it made Kathy heartsick. Together with Judy, she finally got Andy cleaned up and even managed to wash her hair. Recognizing how painful any movement was for her, they fed her while she was still in the bathtub. Finally, using the same technique they had developed earlier, they helped her back into bed. A little after four-thirty, the doorbell rang. When Kathy opened it, she found Jack Fletcher standing there. He introduced himself and she led him into the living room. After he sank into a chair, Judy offered him a drink which he gratefully accepted. She disappeared and then came back with his, as well as drinks for Kathy and herself. Then Kathy asked, "Jack, what happened? Do you want to tell me about it?" When he looked at her, Kathy realized she had never seen such tormented eyes in her life. Moreover, Jack looked awful. It appeared he had not slept a wink and she later found out that he had not. He told her about meeting Andy on the steelwork and about their date that night. "Then, Mistress Kathy, I made a disastrous mistake: I asked Andy to spend the night with me. When I asked her, I saw something flash across her eyes that I didn't recognize. Now I do. It was pain. You see, she knew exactly what was going to happen. Because she did, she made me swear to do her a favor last night. She said it would be painful for me, but bearable." Looking at her he began to cry like a baby. "I don't know how I did it. Mistress, after every single stroke of the whip do you know what Andy did? She looked at me with all of her love in her eyes and said, 'Thank you, my darling.' After every one! As the beating continued, her voice became more hoarse and fainter, but until she passed out, she thanked me every time. Can you believe it?" He saw great pain in Kathy's eyes, too, as she replied, "Knowing Andy, I certainly can. She's a remarkable woman, isn't she?" "You don't know the half of it," he replied. Then, very diffidently, he asked, "May I see her? Would it be all right?" Kathy took him upstairs to the room where Andy was still sleeping. Even though she had not made a sound opening the door — Ken had oiled the hinges so they operated silently — it was as if she sensed Jack's presence. Instantly her eyes opened and locked on him as she said in the most loving voice Kathy had ever heard, "My darling Jack, I love you so very much!" Then turning to Kathy she asked, "Mistress, if I swear to stay in bed, would you please untie me so Jack can make love to me now? I've been thinking about it all day and I can take him if I can be on top. I know this is another fifty lashes, but it's worth it to me. Please?" Hearing the girl's words, Kathy almost broke down in tears. Instead, she just weakly smiled, untied her wrist and ankle and then left the room, closing the door behind her. Looking up at Jack she said softly, "Darling, this will hurt a bit. So please ... give me a kiss first? Will you?" He went to the side of the bed and very gently put his lips on hers. It was not the kind of kiss Andy had in mind at all. Now that her arms were free, she put a hand behind his head and pulled his face down towards hers, hard. As she did, she mashed her lips against his and then worked hers softly against his as she felt the wonderful electricity flowing between them again. When he finally pulled away, he saw the most beautiful smile on her face he had ever seen. Again she whispered, "My darling, I love you so very much!" Completely ignoring the pain and what she was doing to her back and legs, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Jack was utterly beside himself. It was obvious how painful it was for her to do what she had just done. It was equally obvious that she wanted him inside her at any cost, so when she asked him to get undressed, he complied. Stripping off his jeans and shirt, he then shucked off his shorts and lay back on her bed. When he did, he was conscious of wetness on his back from Andy's blood on the sheets. What followed was the most unbelievable lovemaking of their lives. Moving as carefully as she could, Andy straddled his body. Since his cock was already in a massive erection, she just positioned herself above it and dropped her weight on it. Disregarding the pain in her legs, she began to move up and down slowly. Knowing her ability to move her body was severely limited, she remembered seeing Kathy bring herself to orgasm by just manipulating internal muscles. While she had no idea which muscles were involved, she experimented and soon found the right ones. Not only was she able to bring herself to orgasm the way Kathy had done, but she was soon able to maintain herself in continuous orgasm the same way. When she could no longer restrain Jack's release, she dropped down on him to take in his whole length. Then, when he began to release, Andy let out a scream of pure joy and fainted. The scream brought Kathy and Judy running. When they burst into the room, they found Andy unconscious and sprawled on Jack's body while tears were rolling down his face. Immediately recognizing what had happened, the two girls lifted Andy's body off him and suggested, with warm smiles, that he might like to take a shower. While Kathy held Andy's torso upright, Judy ran out for the little basin they had used the previous night. Again they carefully washed her body off, taking care to rinse her thoroughly so the salt from her sweat wouldn't irritate her wounds. They had just finished and lay Andy back against her pillows, when Jack emerged from bathroom and asked, "How is she? Will she be all right?" "I'm just great!" Andy exclaimed in a whisper. "Darling, it was so wonderful!" Then in a softer voice she added, "It was certainly worth what it will cost me, too." With a smile she added, "Darling, I'm about to pass out again, but would you please give me a kiss first? Please?" After the most beautiful kiss either of the girls had ever seen, they saw Andy's body go limp. When Jack got up, tears were pouring from his eyes as he stumbled out the door. Following him downstairs, they found him slumped in a chair with tears still streaming from his eyes. When he looked at Kathy, she had never seen such raw anguish in her life. He said, "Mistress Kathy, I would like to substitute for Andy. I know I'm bigger than she is, and I'm stronger. I was thinking that three lashes on me would be about equal to one for her. Do you think that would be fair?" Kathy slowly shook her head and replied, "No, I don't." Then she smiled and said, "Jack, Andy will get no more beatings again ... Ever!" Then she smiled and said, "But don't tell her that. I have an idea ... Would you come over day after tomorrow? About the same time? I would appreciate it very much." "Of course, Mistress Kathy," he said softly. Then diffidently he asked, "Could some one give me a ride to the nearest bus stop? As near as I can tell it's about three miles or so from here..." "Why don't you just keep Andy's truck? That's what you're driving, isn't it?" "I can't, Mistress. As it is I will be punished by my master. I shouldn't be driving at all." "It's all right, Jack. Ken gave his permission. But why did you do it?" Kathy asked kindly. "Why did you enslave yourself to my husband?" "Because the other choice was suicide, but I decided that was too easy." "Tell me about yourself," Kathy asked. Judy had been sitting quietly in the corner just watching the exchange. Both women had been tremendously impressed with Jack's behavior that day. "There's not a lot to tell," he said softly. "Like Andy, I was born to a lot of money. I've been a shit all my life ... I just get worse." "But you have a degree, don't you?" she persisted. "Ken tells me you're a civil engineer and a very good one. In fact, I guess you have graduate degrees in engineering, too, don't you?" Jack just nodded once and said, "It was very easy for me." Finally she asked, "How much money did you sign over to Ken? And what happens to it now?" "I don't really know," he replied. "Somewhere north of nine-hundred, I guess. As for what happens to it, I don't know and couldn't care less. I guess I've come to enjoy working on a construction crew. It seems to be something I'm pretty good at..." Kathy knew that when Jack had said "north of nine-hundred" he meant a sum of money greater than nine-hundred million dollars. She realized that Jack and Andy had over $1.5 billion between them and had casually signed it all over to the Carlsons. What neither he nor Andy knew was that, with Kathy's permission, whenever Ali took investment action for the Clifford portfolio, the same thing was done for the Taylors on a proportionate basis. Since Ali had been doing very well with her investments, Kathy knew that the Taylor holdings had already increased in value by nearly $400 million. And yet he really didn't care. When she escorted Jack to the door, before opening it, to his astonishment Kathy took his face between her hands and kissed him with all the love she possessed. His first reaction was to pull away, but then he felt the incredible flow of her love. Instead, he put his arms around her, pulled her close and held the kiss, doing his best to return her love. Remarkably, he did. He was blushing with embarrassment as he slipped out the door. After closing it, Kathy leaned her back against it and said softly to Judy, "He's exactly the same as she is. He is really a very fine man who has persuaded himself that he's a shit. Every once in a while, he will do something obnoxious or evil just to convince himself again. Judy, this may even turn out to be fun!" ------- Two days later, Jack returned as he had promised. In just seventy-two hours Andy's recovery had been remarkable, confirming what Kathy already knew: The woman had been in unbelievably good physical condition. After ushering Jack in, Kathy put her finger in front of her mouth and pointed to a chair. He looked puzzled but sat down to await developments. Then Kathy and Judy went up to Andy's room. Kathy said, "Well, I guess it's time to start on the punishment again. I think you said ten strokes a day until we're caught up?" Remarkably, all Andy did was smile warmly. Then her face fell as she added, "I'm terribly sorry, Mistress. I know how much you hate to wield the whip, but I do appreciate the sacrifice you're making." She swung her legs off the bed and put her feet on the floor. Very gingerly she tried to put her weight on them and found they still would not support her. Before she could go down on her knees to crawl to the exercise room, Kathy and Judy were on each side of her and helped her up. Partially supporting her weight on their shoulders, she was able to make her way on tiptoe to the room and then to the torture frame. When she started to tell Kathy where to apply the whip, Kathy merely shook her head and gave her the wrist bracelets to put on while Judy attached the ones to her ankles. Meanwhile, Andy continued partially to support her weight on Kathy's shoulder. The girls helped Andy into position on the frame. Kathy attached both wrists and the neck strap, then went down to attach an ankle. When she went to attach the other, Andy let out an involuntary gasp of pain as her legs were spread wide apart. Now that Andy was firmly attached to the frame, Kathy called to Jack and asked him to come up. When she did, Andy began to cry. "Please don't do this to Jack," she cried. "Mistress, it hurts him more to see me beaten than it hurts me! Please. I beg you! Double the number of strokes each day, but please don't do it with Jack here..." When she saw that her pleas were falling on deaf ears, she just began to cry in the most hopeless and pitiable fashion. Jack came in and Kathy pointed to a chair in the corner. When she looked in his eyes, she saw that he was in agony at the prospect of seeing his wife tortured again. Then Kathy said to Judy, "There's a lesson here for you, Judy. Always read the damned instructions. Would you believe that Slave Andy is the third slave I've had and I never did? It's true." Looking very serious she continued, "Actually, it's a lot harder than it looks. It seems these new slaves don't even come with any. The result is I had to do some library research and that took time. But finally I found a book published in 1840 dealing with the training of slaves. "Do you know what it says, right on page one? It says that slaves are exactly like dogs or cats. They can be as useful as pets, but if you don't take charge at the very beginning, they'll run your life! Do you realize that is exactly what I let Slave Andy do? Do you realize that the whole discipline thing is hers! It is. I had no say in the matter." Now looking very firm, Kathy said loudly, "Well, that is going to stop... Right now!" Now she looked at Andy for the first time and saw an expression of bewilderment on her face. Looking back at Judy, Kathy continued, "Take whipping, for example. Judy, it's much too crude. And you can see for yourself from her misbehavior, it's not very effective on Slave Andy, either. Well, I have an idea I'm going to try. Maybe you might even like to help." With that she produced two goose quills. After giving one to Judy, she went close to Andy and began to tickle her ribs. The idea had come to her when she remembered what happened one night when they were in bed together. While reaching for the girl's tit Kathy's fingertips contacted her ribs. Andy had yelped and jumped in the bed. Kathy just filed in the back of her mind the fact that Andy appeared to be sinfully sensitive to tickling. At her first move, Andy tried to pull her body as far from the quill as she could. But by now Judy was in position on the other side. In an instant Andy was squirming in her bonds but she was locked in position. She could scarcely move more than an inch in any direction and could not get away. She began to laugh and then to cry. Andy screamed, "Oh God! Please Mistress! Anything but this! I can't stand it." Judy and Kathy were unrelenting. They applied the quills and used their fingertips to maximize the torment. As Andy struggled to get away from them, her muscles bulged as she did everything in her power to escape the tickling. Glancing over at Jack, Kathy saw him trying to control his grin. Then Andy saw it and between gales of laughter and tears she managed to gasp, "Don't you dare laugh, Jack Fletcher! Do you know what agony this is? What torture?" Again she dissolved in tears still mixed with uncontrollable laughter and giggles and pleaded to be whipped. As suddenly as she started, Kathy stopped. After allowing time for Andy to regain control she asked sweetly, "Slave Andy, do you promise to be a good girl in the future?" Andy was still gasping for breath. Initially all she did was to try to nod her head, but couldn't because of the neck strap. Finally, she was able to say, "Yes, Mistress. I will be a very good slave. I will never disobey you again. What is it you wish me to do now, Mistress?" "I wish you to entertain Slave Jack between your thighs. When you have finished, I wish you to stay in bed and recover. Finally, I am ordering you both to accompany your master and me to Maui. We are leaving in two days. Slave Jack will be coming too. Okay?" Andy agreed but she was bewildered. Then Kathy added, "One more thing! Any mention of whipping will have you back on this frame in an instant ... And you won't be whipped! Do you understand?" Again Andy agreed. As she and Judy were about to release Andy from the frame, Kathy stepped back and looked at it carefully. Then she said, "What do you know about that? Slave Andy bent the damned thing. Either it's pretty weak or she's very strong ... You know, I think it's her. I'm afraid we'll have to get a new one. She damned near destroyed this one." Judy looked at it and agreed. In fact, it was the incredible power generated by Andy's muscles that had distorted the frame. While she was being tickled, her muscles were standing out on her body in stark relief as she fought to get away from her torment. Then they helped the girl down from the frame. Dropping to her knees she kissed Kathy's feet and then Judy's. Looking up from the floor she said, "Thank you, Mistress Kathy and Mistress Judy for trying to teach me to be a better slave." Then looking at Jack she winked and said, "Slave Jack, I need your magnificent cock to complete my punishment." Then she just crawled quickly on her hands and knees out the door and back towards her own room. Kathy made drinks for Judy and herself. They sat in the living room grinning at each other as the sounds of violent lovemaking drifted down the stairs. Kathy said softly, "This is a lot more fun than whipping ... And I think it's more effective, too! ------- Chapter 36 "Katherine Carlson, who is that incredible person you brought out here with you?" Hank Conroy exclaimed. "She is simply marvelous! You should have seen her this afternoon on the beach with Kenny and Kathy. The kids utterly adore her. Who is she?" "She is one of the richest women in the world, Hank," Kathy replied softly. "She's also my slave. Did you see her body? It's better than it was five days ago but she is still cut to ribbons." Kathy then told her new sister of the events involving Andy. She ended by saying, "She's convinced she's the personification of everything evil in the world. What do you think?" "Sis," Hank said, "instead of answering your question directly, let me tell you what she did with Kathy this afternoon. First of all, I told her that she was Kathy's and Kenny's slave. As a result, after putting sun protection on the children, she had to allow them to spread it on her, too. She was in tears when she told me later that they focused particularly on the welts on her body. First, they insisted on kissing her cuts. "When she objected, Kathy drew herself up to her full three feet or so in height and imperiously reminded Andy that she was her slave. She also pointed out that her mother always kissed her boo-boos to make them better — and it worked. Then they put on the lotion. She said that the children had the most tender touch she could imagine. Anyway, when that was done, she played with them in the water and in the sand in a way I've never seen an adult play with small children — not even you, if you can imagine! She was just so great! "Later, when it was time for their naps, do you know what happened? Kenny slept on her shoulder while Kathy slept face-down on top of her. She used Andy's tit for a pillow and said that all Andy did was gently caress her tiny body with her left hand while she stroked Kenny with her right. All Kathy could talk about was the marvelous feeling of being stroked while she listened to and could feel Andy's heart beating below her. That's how she went to sleep. "But, Kath, you know little Kathy. When she says a person is beautiful, she's talking about the person inside. On the outside she could be ugly as sin but Kathy would still call her pretty if she was a good person. She said, 'Mommy, Slave Andy is the goodest person in the whole world!' She told me that the neatest thing was kissing her and being kissed and said, 'It's exactly like Aunt Kathy, Mommy, only maybe a little bit better.' Darling, does that answer your question?" "It sure does," Kathy replied. "Actually, all it does is confirm something I was 99 percent sure about anyway. Incidentally, I heard something about Jack Fletcher spending time with your older two. How did that work out?" Hank began to laugh and then her laughter tapered off to giggles. Finally she said, "That was funny! Sam just got home a few minutes ago. In fact, Jack left just before I called. Anyway, this morning he played golf with them. Well, you know the old story about the shoemaker's children needing shoes? Believe it or not, Jack helped both Sam and Tommy with their golf games! Tom says he is a superb golfer." Again Hank chuckled and added, "Do you know how he describes Jack's game? He said, 'He's like Uncle Ken, only with control!' What he means is he has Ken's power and distance with an approximation of your control around the greens. Enough said? "Well anyway, when they finished their round, they had lunch and then Tommy disappeared to join some of his friends, leaving Sam alone with Jack. Then, my precocious daughter insisted on going to the nude beach. There, she told him to give her lessons in lovemaking." Hank paused and said, "Remember Marie and Tommy? Well, I think something similar was in the back of Sam's mind. "Anyway, she insisted that Jack fondle her little tits — they're not so little anymore, by the way. She is really filling out. Then she ordered him to tease her clit. He did and she says he got her off — for the first time in her life. When she's relaxing on the beach, she begins to fondle his cock and balls, driving the poor man absolutely crazy!" Then Hank began to chuckle again. "There was one thing my darling daughter forgot, though. His slavery to her ended at three o'clock. Anyway, at 3:01 Jack stops suddenly, picks her up like she's weightless, puts her over his knee and spanks the hell out of her. He told her that she was being a prick-teaser and that was both mean and nasty. Finally, he slipped on his pants and literally carried her all the way home in his arms. When he put her down in the living room, he took her in his arms, gave her the most loving kiss I could ever imagine and said, 'Sam, you're going to make some very lucky guy an utterly spectacular wife. Just don't rush it, okay?' Then Sam thanked him for everything — including the spanking. She said that his rough hands felt utterly marvelous on her body and finally said that she had never had such a kiss of purest love from a man and didn't think a man was capable of it, but Jack did! He thanked her, winked and left the house. "Kathy, I don't know anything of Jack's background, but you certainly know Sam. She's the one who figured out how you motivated Ken in Vietnam. Sam said that looking into Jack's grey eyes is the same as looking into your brown ones: she sees the same goodness and love." Hank paused for a minute and said, "Kath, the bottom line is that those two are very fine people. What's going to happen to them?" "If it works the way I hope it will," Kathy replied, "they will have the happiness that they both deserve and for which Andy has suffered so much. Do you know that woman is still in terrible pain?" "As a matter of fact," Hank replied thoughtfully, "I do. Little Kathy was telling me about looking into Andy's beautiful eyes and seeing her love and goodness — and something else, back deep. Kathy, that 'something else' is constant pain. I'm sure of it. But what's going to happen now?" "I'm going to try to have some fun with Andy tonight. Because the Trangs are out here on their vacation, too, she's been displaced by them in our suite and in our bed. Since it's Christmas Eve, I am giving her to Judy and Mike for the night. It may be fun. Anyway, are we playing golf with you and Jim tomorrow? After church?" They agreed on the arrangements and were ending the call when Hank added, "By the way! You just reminded me of why I'm mad at you. Just because of one dumb golf tournament, Jim won't give us any strokes anymore. And it's all your fault, Katherine Carlson! Hell, In spite of regularly winning the Hawaiian Ladies Amateur I still conned him into giving me twenty-seven strokes. Why in hell did you have to go and ruin it? You impaired what used to be a reliable source of extra money for me." Giggling, Kathy replied, "It's about time you did some work for your money ... And being on your back with your legs spread in the air doesn't count!" ------- Moments after receiving Kathy's call, Andy knocked on her door. As soon as she was in the room, she was on her knees kissing Kathy's feet. "Stop that! Andy, this is embarrassing. You must quit it." Since Kathy had come to the door nude, while Andy was only wearing the unisex bathrobe the hotel provided, she said cheerfully, "Okay, Mistress." Then rising to her knees she held Kathy by her firm buttocks and began gently to lick her cunt. Kathy was so startled she didn't do anything at first except enjoy the entirely unexpected attention. Then she gently pushed Andy's head away, dropped to her knees and enfolded the woman in her arms. Although her initial reaction was to struggle, Kathy was very strong and just held her as she locked her lips on Andy's and kissed her. Kathy was only testing the report she had just received from Hank, and then confirmed what little Kathy had told her mother: Andy was just loaded with love and goodness. Enjoying the sensation, Kathy worked her lips on Andy's and probed into her mouth with her tongue. As soon as she did, she tasted some of her own love juices that were still there. Andy had stopped struggling so Kathy lowered her hand and pinched Andy's ass hard. Again Kathy was surprised. Andy's lips pulled away suddenly as the girl yelped loudly. Then she quickly kissed Kathy on the lips and said, "Thank you, Mistress. I am pleased that you now find my ass shapely enough to pinch." Kathy just grinned wryly and took the girl over to the sofa. To Andy's embarrassment, Marie Trang served coffee to the two women, as usual, wearing her daytime "uniform" of a large white bow pinned to the back of her hair and nothing else. After quickly explaining what she wanted Andy to do, Kathy turned her over to Marie for a detailed explanation. She wanted Judy and Mike treated in the same way the girls had treated Ken and herself on the first night they were at Kapalua. Marie told Andy what to do and then gave her a tiny bottle of clear liquid and explained what it did. Andy grinned and slipped it into the pocket of her robe. At ten o'clock that night, responding to telephoned orders from Kathy, Andy knocked on the door of Judy and Mike's suite. When Judy opened the door, Andy dropped to the floor and kissed the girl's feet. Rising she said, "Mistress Judy, my mistress has given me to you for the night. I am now your property to do with as you will. However, I hope you will allow me to assist in your lovemaking with Major Morris." Judy vaguely knew what to expect — Kathy had told her that Andy would be coming — but had no idea of just what form her assistance would take. Following Judy into the sitting room, to his great embarrassment, she kissed Mike's feet as well. Then she asked him to take a shower in the second bathroom while she began to work on Judy. He retreated into the suite's second bedroom while Andy accompanied Judy into the master bedroom and then into the bath. After first helping Judy off with her clothes, Andy shrugged off the terry bathrobe which was all she was wearing. Then she turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature and asked Judy to get in. The girl did and began to close the shower door behind her when Andy came into the shower with her. Using a very soft washcloth, Andy carefully scrubbed the girl's body and most carefully cleaned her vagina and asshole. Then she shampooed Judy's hair and conditioned it, rinsed it off, and turned off the shower. To Judy's surprise, when they left the shower, Andy just ran the bathtub with water as hot as she thought Judy could stand. As the water ran into the tub, she added a bath oil with a very high concentration of musk. After helping the girl into the tub, she left her to soak and went to assist Mike with his preparations. When she entered the bathroom, Mike let out a little yelp. He was about to get out of the shower but then retreated back in, closing the translucent-glass door behind him. To his shock, Andy just opened the door and got into the shower with him. For Mike it was his first look at Andy's naked body since that awful night when he had helped Ken and Kathy get her down from the torture frame. Then he had been so overcome by the blood all over her body he had not gotten a good look at her. Now he did and was impressed by what he saw. Although the marks of the whip were still very visible, now they were just bright pink stripes crisscrossing all over her golden body. In the shower he retreated to the corner and then began to laugh at the situation: he was being terrified by a gorgeous naked woman. Ruefully he laughed and explained the situation to Andy who grinned and started to giggle. "Mike," she said, "If I promise not to rape you here in the shower, will you let me help?" He agreed and Andy began to wash him off in the same way she had worked on Judy. This time, though, she concentrated on his genitals. After washing his hair and rinsing him off, before she would let him leave the shower, she tenderly kissed each scar on his body, licking and kissing the newest jagged scar which was still showing pink on his otherwise deep tan. After putting Mike in the bathtub to soak, she returned to Judy in the other bathroom. This time she helped her out of the tub, carefully dried her off and led her into the bedroom where she had set up a massage table. Using a great deal of musk oil, Andy carefully massaged Judy's beautiful golden body. When she was almost finished, before applying musk oil directly to the girl's slit, she lowered her head and began to run her tongue into it. After licking the girl's clit, she began to probe into her vagina. Judy was on her back on the table when Andy began working on her with her tongue. Pulling herself up, she rested on her elbows and exclaimed, "Slave Andy, what are you doing!?" As she said it her loins started to shake in a surprisingly intense orgasm. Before lifting her head, Andy carefully sucked and licked up all of the girl's cuntal juices. Then she looked up and said with a warm smile, "Mistress, you are utterly delicious! I certainly hope Master Mike regularly drinks your nectar." Judy was nonplused and didn't reply. Andy eased her back down flat and finished her massage by carefully oiling the girl's body with musk oil. By this time, Judy was so relaxed she had fallen asleep. After carefully covering the girl with a light blanket Andy went back to the other bathroom. After drying Mike off, she put him on another massage table and began to work on him. Andy loved the feel of his huge, powerful muscles under her fingers. When she got to his wounded shoulder, she asked him to move his arm in special ways while she held his shoulder tightly. As she suspected, there were signs of scar tissue which she worked on with the greatest care. Mike, too, fell asleep on the table. Before leaving him, Andy again gently kissed each of the man's wounds. Back in the other room Andy took the blanket off Judy's body while the girl still slept. Taking a tiny rouge pot, Andy carefully reddened the girl's lips. She repeated it on her nipples after first teasing them into an erection. This stimulation started to awaken the girl, but she remained asleep. Then Andy rouged her labia after first using a magnifying glass to examine carefully every inch of the girl's loins and then using a pair of tweezers to delicately remove a few new stray pubic hairs. Finally, Andy took the tiny bottle Marie had given her and opened it. Following the girl's instructions, she put the smallest amount on her finger and then worked on her labia, her clitoris and then the mouth of the girl's vagina. Kissing Judy on the lips awakened the sleeping girl. While she was still groggy, Andy helped her off the massage table and then to the bed that had already been prepared. Because the sliding door was open, the room was now warm and fragrant with the smell of tropical flowers that were blooming right outside the room. When the girl was lying down again with her head on the pillow, Andy placed a white carnation behind the girl's ear and worked another very small one into her pubic hair. Judy was fast asleep again when Andy returned to where she had left Mike. This time she concentrated on his genitals. Using the musk oil, she massaged his cock and soon had it in a raging erection. Then she worked on his balls, carefully and gently massaging them between her fingers. The stimulation had awakened Mike who lifted himself up on his elbows to watch. Andy returned her attention to his cock and worked to maximize his erection. Finally, she was rewarded when a drop of fluid appeared on its tip. To Mike's chagrin, she carefully licked it off and said, "Master, you are ready for my mistress. With luck you may rip her apart. Are you ready, sir?" When the two returned to the master bedroom, the substance Andy had put in Judy's cunt had taken effect. Now the girl was awake and her loins were undulating as she felt the heat. Without even feeling herself she could tell that already her cunt was running rivers, and she desperately needed Mike's cock. Just then he appeared with Andy behind him. "Master," she said softly, "your mistress awaits you. Please make her happy." What followed was the most exquisite lovemaking Andy had ever seen. Mike knelt between Judy's now widespread thighs and she quickly positioned his raging erection at the mouth of her vagina. In just two strokes he had buried it to the root. After moving inside her Judy soon began to have a series of orgasms each more intense than the one before. Finally Mike had her in continuous orgasm. Now she was screaming unintelligibly while her loins were in continuous spasm. Her arms were flailing and she raked Mike's back with her nails. In a moment of lucidity she screamed, "Oh Mike, fuck me! ... Split me in half!" Finally, after having released a bit of his semen several times earlier, Mike could control himself no longer and released in a flood of warm cum. The sensation totally overpowered Judy who fainted only moments after his release began. When Mike regained his breath, he moved between Judy's thighs and began to lick out her cunt now utterly flooded with her love juices and his. Raising his head to breathe, he saw Andy watching with a strange expression on her face. With a little grin Mike asked, "Would you like some? There's really too much for just one guy to eat by himself." Andy hopped on the bed, kissed Mike lightly on the lips and began to lap up the succulent juices. When she finished, she helped Mike take Judy into the bathroom where Andy again bathed her, washed her hair again and finally dried her off. After again rouging her lips, nipples and labia, she replaced the flowers behind Judy's ear and in her pubic hair, and then helped her back to bed. By now Judy's head was on Mike's shoulder and his hand was gently cupping her firm tit. Her eyes blinked once and then opened. Without saying a word, she turned her lips to his and the two melted together in an incredibly passionate kiss. Andy could almost see the electricity flowing between them. When they broke their kiss, Judy stretched languidly and said softly, "Mike, that was the very best yet. But, darling, how do you do it? Each time I think that I have just had the ultimate sexual experience but, darling, you just keep getting better." Then with a little gleam in her eye, she asked, "Have you located my replacement yet? At this rate I'll be ready for the scrap heap in six months at the outside." Then she wriggled her body even closer to his and added, "But what a wonderful way to go!" By this time Andy had closed the sliding door and the air conditioning was cooling the room. Because it was cold on the floor she rolled into a ball to try to remain warm. She knew that Mike was about to turn off his light so the two could go to sleep when, instead, Judy turned hers on. Slipping out of the bed she said, "Slave Andy, on your feet. I'm not through with you yet!" Andy quickly got up and asked Judy what she could do for her. "You can get your trim little ass into the bathtub," Judy replied. To Andy's chagrin, Judy then did for her exactly what she had earlier done to Judy. While she soaked in the tub, Judy carefully brushed and combed her hair. Before leaving from Los Angeles Kathy had taken Andy to Henry Hall. Henry had given Andy a boy's haircut flowing back to a duck's ass in the rear. With her beautifully feminine features she looked exquisite. When Judy finished brushing it, Andy's hair was gleaming with its natural oils and shining like liquid gold. After drying Andy off, Judy put her on the massage table and began carefully to work on her. Because of the beating she had suffered, it was the first opportunity Judy ever had to work on the woman. As good as Andy was, Judy was far better as a result of having had much more experience. Judy found knots in Andy's muscles that she carefully worked out. When Andy was lying on her back, Judy carefully and gently worked the warm musk oil into her very firm tits, then worked her way down her body. Skipping her loins Judy went down to Andy's feet and worked up each leg. When she started to work on Andy's crotch she asked the girl to spread her legs wide. Then to Andy's shock and chagrin Judy began to lick her cunt. Andy objected but was told in no uncertain terms that she was Judy's property to do with as she wished — and she wished to lick her cunt. After bringing the girl to orgasm and then holding her there, Andy looked up at Mike who had been watching in amazement. Then Judy asked, "Mike, I need your help. Would you please lick Andy's cunt? I want to know if she tastes like I do. I know she's utterly delicious, but you're the only person who knows what I taste like. Please?" Judy ordered Andy to spread her legs wide for Mike. After licking the girl's slit for a few moments and nipping at her clit, Andy came again. Mike licked it up, raised his head and grinned saying, "Very close, darling. I'm not sure, of course, but I think you're a little sweeter. But she is delicious, isn't she?" Then he added, "She's a wet little thing, too. She cums almost as much and as fast as you do." With a little grin, and after kissing Mike warmly, Judy returned to working between Andy's legs. An idea occurred to her and she found that she could bring Andy to orgasm and hold her there which she did for more than five minutes. By this time the natural sweetness of Andy's body, heightened and magnified by the musk oil, permeated the room. After letting the girl relax and regain her breath, Judy began gently to work even more of the expensive liquid into the girl's body. When she was satisfied, she then rouged her lips, nipples and labia, and then, to Andy's shock, found the tiny bottle that Marie had given her. When Andy objected, Judy just arched an eyebrow reminding Andy that she was only property and had nothing to say in the matter. At this point, tears came to Andy's eyes and she had to fight to keep from crying. She had visions of writhing on the floor in sexual turmoil all night long while Mike and Judy slept on the bed above her. Although she did not know what the substance was, she certainly knew what it did — and it appeared that Judy had used far more than she had. Already she could feel the warmth in her crotch and began involuntarily to rotate her hips. Looking down she could see that her labia were engorged and had actually pulled back exposing her clitoris that was engorged and waiting. After carefully placing a white carnation behind Andy's ear and another one in her pubic hair, Judy kissed Andy warmly and whispered, "Merry Christmas! Darling Andy, you are my Christmas present to Jack tonight. And Kathy told me to tell you that both of you are off duty tomorrow. Have fun!" Andy was utterly flabbergasted. Judy helped her off the massage table, then held her robe for her and carefully closed it so it would not disturb the carnation in her pubes. Before she could do or say anything, Mike took her in his arms and kissed her lovingly. She was initially so startled she didn't do anything but then returned his kiss with all the love she could convey. Finally, Mike released her and whispered, "Slave Andy, Judy thinks she's going to be used up and shot to hell in six months or so. Would you like the job?" Since he had made sure to whisper loud enough for Judy to hear, she giggled at his words. "Thank you, Master Mike and Mistress Judy," Andy said with love in her voice. "I'm sure you are going to be exquisitely happy together. Thank you for allowing me to serve you tonight." As she spoke she could feel the substance working in her cunt. It was beginning to drive her crazy. At the door, Judy took her in her arms and also kissed her with great love and said, "Darling Andy, go to Jack with our love and wishes for a very merry Christmas!" With a wink Judy tightened the cord on Andy's bathrobe and pushed her out the door. When she returned to the room where she and Jack were staying, she was in agony with the fire in her loins. Opening the door with her key she found him in bed reading War And Peace. Bolting the door, she dropped her robe and said, "My darling, I need you ... desperately!" When Jack entered her, she almost cried for joy. What followed was the most exquisite and sustained lovemaking of their lives. ------- As Jack awakened on Christmas morning, he smelled the incredible fragrance of Andy's clean body. He figured he must have moved his hand because in an instant her eyes were open and he found himself flooded with her love for him pouring from them. With a smooth motion Andy rolled over to lie on top of him with her chin resting on the backs of her folded hands. "My darling," she whispered, "merry Christmas. I love you." Jack pulled her up on his body and then pulled her head down to his. What followed was the most passionate kiss either had ever had. Their mutual love and passion just flowed back and forth between them. Already he could feel the moisture from her sopping cunt starting to wet his midsection and he knew he had a massive erection. "Before I make love to you, my darling," Andy whispered, "there's something I have to say. Thank you so much for what you did for me a couple of weeks ago. It almost killed you, but you did it so beautifully. Honey, that's why I thanked you as long as I could talk that afternoon. I knew it was the best whipping I have ever had. I also know it was the most painful thing you ever did in your life. Then later Kathy told me that you volunteered to take my punishment for me and offered to accept three strokes for every one I earned." Then she leaned down and melted her lips on his. Again she whispered, "Thank you, my darling." Moving down on his body, she then impaled herself on his great organ. In a few quick moves of her loins she had him inside to its root. Instead of beginning to move on it, though, she lay down on his body and lifted her head for a kiss. It was another one loaded with their love and passion for each other. "Darling, do me a favor?" she asked softly. "Please just caress my battered excuse for a body?" Then while still lying on him she began to use her newly-discovered vaginal muscles to squeeze the giant rod that was splitting her insides. "But, darling," Jack protested, "my hands are like sandpaper — coarse-grain at that. I'll kill you! Although the cuts have closed, every mark on your body is still red and is only now starting to heal." "Please, Jack?" she repeated. While she worked her internal muscles Andy was lying on him with her chin resting on her hands which were folded on his chest. Then with an impish grin she said, "Would you like to know how you can make your body even better for me?" "How, honey?" he asked. "I'll do absolutely anything to be as attractive for you as I can be. It's the very least I can do when you present me with your heavenly body to play with. What do you want me to do?" Pretending to be serious she said, "I already told you how I love to feel your rough hands on my body. I also told you that the more tender my skin, the better you feel. For example, probably the most sensitive spot in my body is my clit. It absolutely loves the feel of your rough finger. It's true with my inner thighs and my tits, too." Struggling to suppress a grin, her brows knitted and she said, "Really, Jack, it's just a very small thing. I just want you to get your cock to be as rough as your hands. Then I'll feel your roughness on the most tender inner surfaces of my cunt. It will just drive me wild. Can you do that little thing for me, darling? Please?" By now Jack knew she was teasing. He could also feel her bringing him towards his climax. Nevertheless, he played along and said, "Andy, I remembered something just now. In the 18th and 19th centuries, when boxers fought with bare knuckles, I read somewhere that they toughened their fists by soaking them in brine. How would it be if I soaked my cock? Do you think it would work?" Instead of responding Andy just giggled. Since she was on top of him, he felt the giggles even more then he heard them. The motion was enough to take him over the top and he exploded inside her. He could feel her vaginal muscles in spasm as they tried to drain the last drops of cum from his balls. But this time Andy retained consciousness. When her pelvis quieted down, she just reached back, pulled the covers up over both of them and, with his semi-flaccid cock still inside her, she just went to sleep while still lying on top of him. ------- Chapter 37 Andy next awakened after nine o'clock, but it took an instant for her to orient herself. When she did, she realized she was still on Jack's body and his cock was still inside her. She began to work her vaginal muscles and almost instantly felt a marvelous sensation as his cock just steadily grew in size while it was inside her body. When he felt her movement and then his own reaction, Jack awakened, too. As he opened his eyes the first thing he saw were Andy's beautiful blue eyes focused on his. "Darling," she said softly, "Let's do this all the time. What's the sense of going to all the trouble of taking your cock out and putting it back in again? Why don't you just leave it there? Then whenever I feel like it — which is mostly all the time — all I will have to do is work my muscles a little bit. And I can't tell you what it feels like to feel your glorious cock grow inside me." "But how can we move around?" Jack asked, trying to be practical while valiantly trying to suppress a grin. "I know!" Andy exclaimed. "I will just cut off your cock and balls. Then I will put your cock inside me and carry the balls around by wearing a jock strap." Then with a bright little smile she added, "I'll even sew a nice woman's slit for you, too. Then you can urinate the way I do. Won't that be fun?" Then she grinned ruefully and added, "Darling, if cunts were sized, in just the last few days of having your glorious cock stretching my insides — in both directions, by the way — I must have gone from Petite to Extra Large. And it's so neat!" Jack was going to joke about trading his cock for one of her tits but decided not to. He had come to realize that she would do literally anything he asked her to do. Instead he asked, "How can you talk while you're being plowed?" With a bright smile she replied, "Darling, I'm just practicing. You see, if I have my way we will spend all of our time together with you in my cunt. So if we can't learn to talk at the same time, how will we ever be able to communicate?" While she was speaking she was manipulating her internal muscles and creating marvelous sensations for Jack. He responded to her explanation with a shake of his head and a wry grin. At the same time he reflected on how much Andy had changed in just a few months. The physical change alone was remarkable. Now she was an incredible beauty with a body any man would kill for. At the same, time he realized that comparatively her physical change was minor compared to the change in her personality and behavior. Now she was sweet and warm, loving and humorous. And it was obvious that the change was not one he imagined — everyone who knew her said the same thing. It was so typical of the new Jack that it never occurred to him that he had changed, too. He was convinced he was still as much of a bastard as he had always been. While he was reflecting on the changes in Andy, she was reflecting on the changes in him. The irony was that each person's appraisal of the other was exactly right. Indeed, they were as correct in their appraisal of their mate as they were wrong in their appraisal of themselves. Again Andy brought them both to a simultaneous orgasm and then rested her body on his chest to recover. When she regained her breath, she smiled at Jack and said, "Darling, since you're inside me and I have no intention of letting you go, could you move up and over so I can reach something on the night table?" With a grin and a shake of his head he moved up on the bed towards his night table and picked up two small packages he had hidden under an opened book. He gave the smallest of the two to Andy and said, "Merry Christmas, darling! I know it's not much, but..." Supporting her body with her elbows planted on Jack's chest — now he was so heavily muscled and powerful that he didn't even notice — she carefully unwrapped the tiny package and found a ring box. When she opened it and saw what was inside she started to cry. At the same time she said, "Oh, my darling! It's so beautiful." In the box was a plain gold wedding band sized for her finger. When they had been married nearly eight years earlier, Jack had given her a diamond wedding band worth thousands of dollars. Now that ring was with all the material she had unceremoniously dumped on Kathy. Pulling herself up on his body she kissed him with all the love and passion she could communicate. Then with her eyes bright she asked, "Jack, would you put it on my finger?" She held out the third finger of her left hand and Jack took it in his large hand. Then, to her astonishment, he said, "Andy Pierce, with this ring I thee wed..." Incredibly, he continued with his entire marriage vows. By the time he was finished Andy was crying with tears of happiness. "My darling, that was the most beautiful, most perfect gift I have ever received in my life. Now please, take me to my table?" she asked. When he did, she, too, retrieved a little package which she gave to him. As she did he could see she was hesitant about giving it to him — it was as if she was having second thoughts about her gift. Jack could tell she was about to take it back so he moved it out of her reach and quickly opened it. He found a ring box and in it a large plain gold wedding band for him. Before he could say anything Andy said, "Jack, I'm so sorry! I forgot that you think wearing a wedding ring cramps a man's style. I'll take it back and get you something you'll like better..." She was interrupted by Jack pulling her head down to his and burning her with the most loving kiss he had ever given anyone. Then, ignoring her comments, he asked, "Andy, would you put it on my finger, please?" Taking the ring from him she slipped it on his finger and said, "Jack Fletcher, with this ring I thee wed." Then she, too, repeated her marriage vows. This time she added something she had deleted from the first ceremony when she promised to "love, honor and obey." The emphasis was hers. After kissing him again she said, "Darling, do you think Lady Kathy will allow me to become pregnant? Keeping the baby is out of the question, of course. But I've been checking and a child of my loins will be very easy to place for adoption in a good home. And I'm sure Kathy will be pregnant soon and then I can wet-nurse her infant." She smiled the loveliest smile he had ever seen and told him of her experience with little Kathy and Kenny Conroy the day before. As she did he could see the intense love in her eyes. When she finished, she said, "It's taken long enough, my darling, but now I know what tits are really for. They are to provide nourishment to infants while you hold them and caress them and love them." She finished by asking again whether he thought Kathy would give permission and he just shook his head. Then he gave her the second gift box that he still had in his hand. In the excitement of receiving the wedding ring, she had forgotten all about it. When she opened it, she found an inexpensive Swiss-made wristwatch. Unlike so many ladies watches it had a completely marked dial and even had a sweep second hand. Jack pointed out that it was waterproof and shockproof, too. Although its appearance was very plain — just a simple black plastic case — Andy loved it and said so. Jack looked at her skeptically but finally decided she was serious. She really did like it. While she rested her chin on her hands again, Jack realized there were tears in her eyes. When he asked her what was wrong, she just shook her head sadly and replied, "Darling, I think Kathy is finally figuring out this slave thing. You know, whipping is really ... sort of crude. Now she's come up with something much more painful. I'm sure it's obvious to you by now how much I love you and need you. But now when we go back to Los Angeles we'll be separated again. I used to think how wonderful it was to sleep with my head on Kathy's shoulder. Now, although I still love her dearly, all it will do is remind me of what I'm missing because the shoulder isn't yours. I'll watch Kathy and Ken make love and just die because it's not you entering my dirty cunt." Then she brightened a little and added, "Of course, we're okay as long as you're still working the same construction job. You can take me every day at lunch." Jack looked at her and asked, "Where, darling? It's impossible! There's no place with any privacy on the job." "Who cares? In fact," she added with a grin, "maybe I can make some money on that, too. If the guys pay me $20 an hour just to be naked, do you suppose they'll pay something to see you fuck me?" Jack just shook his head. Although he hid it better, he too had been thinking about their separation and felt the same way Andy did. The Christmas-morning surprises weren't over. Finally Andy got off him and stumbled toward the bathroom. When he asked where she was going she murmured that she was going to go to church. Except for the Sunday together in Los Angeles, neither he nor Andy had ever gone to church in all the years they were married or at any time earlier. Nevertheless, Andy had begun to accompany Ken and Kathy to church on Sunday. However, she would always look for the most unobtrusive location in the church to stand and flatly refused to sit with them. For this she had been whipped more than once until Kathy stopped asking. Jack, too, had been going to church since he began living in the rooming house, so he followed her into the bathroom to get ready as well. Because they had very limited wardrobes and both refused to allow Ken and Kathy to buy them any clothes, when they arrived at the small chapel they were early enough to be able to sit in the back corner. After Mass, Andy kissed Jack lightly and said she would meet him back at the hotel. When he asked what she was going to do, she replied sheepishly that she was going to ask the priest to hear her confession. "I would ask you to wait for me, darling," she said, "but you know it's likely to take hours!" "May I come, too?" he asked softly. "You?" she exclaimed. "What on earth for?" "Did it ever occur to you, my darling, that I may have done one or two things over my life that I'm not very proud of?" he replied. "May I?" The couple went to the rectory and met the priest, Father Collins. When they explained why they were there, he took them to his office. In spite of his telling them it wasn't necessary, both knelt in front of him and held each other's hands and began to confess their sins. By the time they finished, tears were flowing from their eyes but they were still kneeling upright. The priest just said softly, "Wow!" Then he asked, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" When they both shook their heads, he gave them absolution and assigned them penance. Then he said, "Will you do me a favor? You both look hungry and you don't have much money. It would be a great favor to me if you would join me for a Christmas brunch." When they realized he was very sincere in his invitation, they accepted with gratitude. For Father Collins it was a very strange meal. First, he found that Jack and Andy were an extraordinarily handsome couple. Moreover, they were very much in love. The oddity was that while each thought the other was a wonderful person, their self-appraisal was disastrous. In spite of it, he found himself enjoying their company very much. It turned out that they were both very intelligent, very well-read and mentally very quick. Both were very witty and usually directed their very caustic wit at themselves. When they finished and he showed them to the door, he looked at them carefully and said, "I want to leave you with something to think about: What if each of your appraisals of the other is dead accurate? Just think about it." With that he gave them both his blessing and closed the door. As they walked back to the hotel — they did not have a car nor any other form of transportation — they were talking and suddenly their conversation stopped. The significance of Father Collins' parting comment had just sunk in. They just walked along in silence holding hands and thinking about what they had heard. Although they had originally planned on playing golf, they decided it was too late so they went back to their room and then down to the nude beach. There they soaked up the sun and swam a great deal. Andy had found that the salt water helped heal her wounds and the swimming seemed to keep her skin flexible to help avoid scar formation. When they picked up their towels and were about to head back to the hotel, Jack took Andy in his arms and gave her a tender kiss. Finally he said, "Andy, I love you so very much!" "And I love you so very much, too," she replied. Then as they started along the path she said, "Why are we having so much fun together now, darling? We don't really do very much and we certainly don't have any money. So why are we so happy?" "I don't know if there's a single answer," he said, "but I think it's because we love each other and are happy when we're just close to each other. Personally, darling, heaven is having you in my arms at night with my hand cupping your gorgeous tit and feeling you snuggle as close to me as you can get. It just feels so great — particularly after I've been inside you for so long while you create endless pleasure for me." "Heaven for me is having my head on your powerful shoulder and feeling your huge muscles move beneath me," she replied. "It's feeling your hairy leg against my smooth one. It's feeling your powerful hand squeeze my tit. It's the smell of your body as I go to sleep, and it's the joy of waking up still in your arms." She looked at him and said, "Jack Fletcher, I love you so much!" ------- Early that evening, Father Collins called Kathy at the hotel. When she came to the phone, he introduced himself and then told her that, although they had never formally met, he certainly knew who she was. He always noticed Kathy and Ken in church whenever they were visiting Kapalua. Then he said, "Mrs. Carlson, I want to thank you for your incredible generosity to us." He paused for a moment and continued, "Actually, it's a bit embarrassing. I'm sure it's obvious to you that we're a very small church and our financial needs are limited. Because of your generous gifts and those of your friends, we have far more money than we need. I ... I've taken the liberty of contributing the extra money to Catholic Charities. I hope you don't mind." "Don't be silly, Father," Kathy replied. "In fact, I'm very pleased that you do. The important thing is that it goes to a worthy cause. But thank you for telling me. It's most cordial of you. And a very merry Christmas to you, Father," she closed, thinking that his thank-you was the purpose of the call. Before she could hang up, the priest said quickly, "That's not really what I called you about." He paused to organize his thoughts and then said, "You know Andy and Jack Fletcher, don't you." His words were a statement, not a question. "Yes I do, Father," she replied softly. "I gather you've met them. What do you think?" "Before I reply, Mrs. Carlson, I guess there are some things I should say as preamble. Although we have never met, I certainly know a great deal about you and your husband — and it's all good. First of all, Jim and Hank Conroy give you two the credit for literally saving their lives. Since I happen to think that the Conroys are one of the finest families on the face of the earth, that's a very meaningful accomplishment." Before Kathy could say anything he continued, "Then there are the Trangs. They worship the ground you walk on, and I mean that literally. I know your husband saved their lives in Vietnam. They claim you restored them to life while you were out here earlier this year. Since I've known the twins for years, I saw the change in them instantly. Those two girls are now joyous." He interrupted himself to interject, "You know, it's wonderful to say a Mass with those two present, particularly now that it's the Christmas season. They're small, so I don't always see them when they're in church. But now I certainly hear them! When they're in church, their voices soar over everyone else, singing hymns of joy. It is a wonderful thing to hear." Returning to his thought he said, "And then there are the Duffys and the Higgins. Those four — in addition to being incredibly generous to me, also — are two of the most beautiful couples I've ever known. Now that Kris and Kimmie are expecting, they, too, are utterly joyous. "Well, what does that have to do with my call? The answer is everyone claims you are the reason for their happiness. And since the Fletchers are so similar to the Conroys, the Higgins and the Duffys, I concluded you're involved with them, too. Am I right?" Kathy thought for a few moments and then said, "Yes, Father, you are. I hope I haven't messed things up for them, though?" Collins breathed an audible sigh of relief and then said, "Not at all. Mrs. Carlson, I'm convinced that those two are as fine as you, the Duffys, the Higgins, the Conroys or the Trangs. Yet each thinks that he or she is a terrible person. Both, in my opinion, correctly appraise their spouse, but they are both terribly wrong about themselves." He took a deep breath and continued, "Mrs. Carlson, is there anything you can do to help?" Kathy, too, breathed a sigh of relief. Then she said, "First, Father, thank you very much for your call. You see, I think Jack and Andy are wonderful people, too. In fact, I'm sure that since I know them so much better than you do, I have many more reasons for my opinion. However, I'm delighted to get third-party support for my position. As you know, it's easy to get to know and like someone very much and so overlook some very obvious faults. I would like to take your statement as confirmation that at least I didn't miss anything very obvious. In answer to your question, though, it's been troubling Ken and me, as well as a number of people — including some of the people you mentioned earlier — who have also come to know them. All I can say is we're working on it." ------- When Jack and Andy returned to their room that night, they found a message for both of them. They were told that for the next days their jobs were to play golf, swim, and particularly to tan. Kathy said she expected Andy's skin to be a warm gold before New Year's eve. Furthermore, to overcome their objections about clothing, Kathy and Ken referred to clothes as uniforms and said their uniforms for the next day were in the closet. Finally, Andy was instructed to meet Kathy at the golf pro shop the next morning. Arriving at the pro shop, Andy found Kathy waiting for her. While she was talking to Jim Conroy, another man came in who Jim introduced as Charley Miller, the sales manager for the company that manufactured the golf clubs she used. Jim knew why he was there, but let him tell Kathy himself. It seemed that the company technicians are very unhappy to be producing clubs in women's sizes because they knew it was impossible for a woman to develop the necessary power to use them. Since they were very expensive, although they certainly liked to make a sale, they were more concerned about ending up with very unhappy customers who would quickly learn that they couldn't use the very expensive clubs they had purchased. "That's very interesting," Kathy said with a concerned look on her face. Jim manfully tried to control his grin because he could see the gleam of repressed laughter in Kathy's eyes. "But let's see. I have a couple of friends here today who came to be fitted with clubs. Why don't we go out on the practice tee and see what happens." While the verbal exchange continued, Andy just watched. Since she had only just begun to play golf, she knew nothing about golf clubs. Moreover, it was news to her that she was about to be fitted. In their prior rounds, she and Jack had used rented clubs. Arriving on the practice tee, Andy was surprised to find Jack there with Ken. Judy Jeffries and Mike Morris were also on the tee hitting balls. Jim Conroy had brought a number of the special clubs out on the tee with him. Kathy took a driver that was identical to the one she used, gave it to Andy and told her to hit a few balls. "But this time, Andy," she said, "really let it out. I know you've been using a very easy swing to keep control of the ball. Now really hit it!" Andy had earlier discovered what Kathy had learned the previous summer: Unless she took a very easy swing her ball would fly far but she was unable to control its direction. She teed up a ball and hit it, then did it several more times, hitting it harder each time. She found that for the first time, regardless of how hard she hit it, the ball flew straight. While she was hitting her balls, Kathy had repeated the process with Judy, who then did the same thing. By the sixth shot both girls were sending their shots flying over the 250-yard target in the center of the landing area. Once, to her glee, Andy hit the target dead center and laughed as her ball caromed backward like a billiard ball striking a rail. When she ran out of balls, she brought the club back to Kathy and gave it to her with a question in her eyes. Kathy said nothing to her but instead looked at Charley Miller whose eyes were now as big as saucers. With her eyes dancing with glee she said, "I can certainly appreciate your concern, Mr. Miller. And I guess you're probably right. Neither Judy nor Andy can really get the full power out of these clubs. I don't think either of them even reached 300 yards, did they?" Turning to Jim she said, "Jim, you have a much better eye for distance than I do. Do you think either of them reached 300?" "Well ... I think one of Andy's was out there pretty far ... Of course, we don't have a target past 250 ... Hell, Kathy, you're probably right. The boundary of the practice tee is 325 and I don't think her ball was within 25 yards of it ... Close, but I think you're right." Turning to Miller he asked, "Charley, what do you want us to do?" "My God!" Miller murmured. "Who are these women, anyway? I mean..." "They're pretty good," Jim replied. Then he turned back to Kathy and said, "Kath, why don't you hit a few?" While she picked up a few balls and the driver Andy had been using, he turned back to Miller and explained, "Kathy is my sister-in-law, so maybe I let our relationship cloud my judgment. I'm sure you're right, Charley: The clubs are much too stiff for any woman to use properly." Kathy decided to have some fun. When playing golf, she normally restricted her drives to about 270 yards, having found that the design of many courses was such that a longer drive just got her into trouble. Today, though, she decided to really let it out. Miller watched in utter amazement as the very powerful but hidden muscles on the woman stood out for an instant at the point of club contact with the ball. Kathy hit five balls, three of which rolled into the tall grass at the far boundary of the practice tee. Returning to where Jim and Charley were standing she shook her head sadly and said, "Oh, shit! He's right, Jim. I didn't clear the boundary on the fly! Not even once!" But then she brightened and asked, "But doesn't the roll count?" Miller just shook his head and said to Jim, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Since I feel like such a horse's ass right now, my company is presenting a set of clubs to each of these women — and to those two guys over there, too." He was referring to Jack and Mike Morris who had been using Ken's clubs with incredible power. "I think that's a fine idea!" Jim said. Then he gave sets of clubs to all of the people. When Kathy indicated they needed golf bags, too, Andy asked for a Ping carry bag. "We don't have any money for carts, Mistress, so Jack and I will walk — if it's all right with Mr. Conroy, of course." Jim shuddered. He knew how badly Andy had been beaten and knew there were a number of only partially-healed cuts on her shoulders. Furthermore, there was a Kapalua rule that guests were required to use golf carts when playing the course. Nevertheless, he knew how reluctant the Fletchers were to spend any money and also knew that they were such good players they could easily maintain the pace while walking the course. The cart rule was not intended to be a moneymaker but had been installed to try to speed up play. They were soon fitted and Andy and Jack strode off hand-in-hand toward the first tee. As they went off Jim noticed that Andy had a long-legged stride and had no trouble keeping up with her husband. Although he knew the bag's strap had to be chafing the barely-closed whip cuts on her shoulder, she gave no sign of being in any pain. In the days that followed Andy and Jack developed a pattern of playing golf in the morning and spending afternoons on the beach. After a day they added early-morning tennis and then workouts on the weight machines they found in the men's and women's lockers. After some searching, they found some tiny restaurants not far from the hotel where they could eat very inexpensively. Then, of course, they spent most of the rest of the time making love. As they came up on New Year's eve, Jack noticed that the pain he had seen in the back of Andy's eyes had disappeared. Although the stripes on her body were still visible, they were almost completely cleared up and she now had the all-over golden tan that Kathy had asked for. With New Year's eve two days away, Kathy told them that she and Ken had something different planned for them. "We want you to play a different rôle on New Year's Eve. You will pretend to be guests. We are all going to celebrate at the Conroy's. I want to see if you can act like real guests." They were told that uniforms would, as usual, be supplied, and that they were expected at the Conroy's at six o'clock. On the afternoon of December 31st, they cut their time at the beach short and returned to their small room. They took turns preparing each other by taking a shower together and carefully washing each other. Then they took turns giving each other massages with Jack carefully working musk oil into Andy's body. When he finished and kissed her, he savored her wonderful fresh and clean fragrance. Standing back from the table he just looked down at her as she lay on her back with her eyes closed. That afternoon on the beach Andy had used a pair of tweezers carefully to pull out a few stray hairs from her loins. She was now utterly exquisite. Even her pubic hair had been bleached by the sun to the same gold as the hair on her head. He had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life! Andy's uniform for the night was a white sleeveless silk dress that fit her body like a glove. With it she had a beaded white cashmere sweater. The only other things she wore were a tiny white lace bikini and white pumps. She laughed as she initially rocked on the heels. It was the first time she had worn heels in months and at first it felt as if she were on stilts. Jack wore grey slacks, a blue blazer that was custom-tailored to his new shape, a blue shirt and a striped tie. When they were about to leave their room, he said softly, "My darling, I have never seen you look so beautiful! Andy Pierce, you are the love of my life." Her eyes were glowing with love as she looked up at Jack. With her high heels coupled with her height she was very close to his size. Leaning forward she cocked her head and raised her lips to his. He just leaned forward, and sensing what Andy wanted, kept his hands at his sides as their lips met in the most loving and sensual kiss either had ever had. When they eased away, she said, "My darling, I have never seen you look so handsome! Jack Fletcher, you are the love of my life." With a wink at each other they left the room and walked over to the Conroy's. Andy was carrying a shopping bag in her hand. Arriving at the Conroy's, the door was opened by Celeste Trang wearing her large white bow and nothing else. Almost instantly Hank Conroy came out to the hall. When she greeted them, Andy gave Hank a gaily-wrapped box. "Mrs. Conroy, it is very gracious of you to invite us into your home. Please accept this small token in appreciation for your hospitality." Hank looked at the girl and was dazzled by her beauty. Exactly like Kathy, she thought. Then she opened the package and found a box of the most expensive chocolates made. Knowing that the Fletchers had no money, she wondered if Kathy had bought them. Just then little Kathy came running around the corner into the hallway. Seeing her, Andy dropped to her knees and the little girl yelped, "Aunt Andy!" and ran to her with her arms outstretched. Andy took the little girl into her arms and hugged her, but that wasn't nearly enough for Kathy. The little girl wrapped her arms around Andy's neck and proceeded to kiss her with all of the considerable love she possessed. Andy could feel the love and goodness and purity of the little girl just flow through her. Finally Kathy released her hold and moved away saying softly, "I love you, Aunt Andy, very much!" "But Kathy," Andy asked, genuinely shocked, "What's this 'Aunt Andy' stuff. You know I'm just a slave, darling." The little girl just shook her head stubbornly and said, "No, you are not!" Then as she looked at Andy the woman could see the love filling the little girl's eyes as she continued, "I can't call you Miss Pierce. That's awful! And I love you so very much, won't you please be my aunt? I only have one, you know, and that's Aunt Kathy. Since I love you as much as I love her, won't you please be my aunt, too?" Andy was stunned at the little girl's words. All she could do was slowly shake her head in negation. Then she saw little Kathy's eyes fill with tears and she began to cry. Her weeping was so sorrowful it almost broke Andy's heart. What the little girl said through her tears finished it: "Don't you love me at all? I love you so very much..." "Oh my darling Kathy," Andy exclaimed, "I adore you! I love you so very, very much..." "Well, why can't you be my aunt, then?" the girl stammered through her tears. Looking up, Andy saw Hank standing behind her daughter with the warmest smile she had ever seen. Hank was rapidly nodding her head up and down and silently formed the word, please, with her lips. "Oh, Kathy, I would love to be your aunt, my darling!" Andy was so moved she could hardly speak. But then she reached into the bag beside her and took out a lovely very soft little stuffed animal and gave it to her saying, "Kathy, this is Snuffles. He wants to sleep with you." Then she looked into the little girl's eyes and said, "Darling, nothing gave me more pleasure than having you take a nap on my body. Well, Honey, that's what Snuffles wants to do, too. He wants to sleep on your body. Will you let him?" With her eyes as wide as saucers, Kathy took the animal and hugged it while her tears dried on her cheeks. "He's so soft and nice!" she exclaimed. Then turning to her mother she said, "Mommy, can Snuffles sleep with me? He'll feel so warm and nice on my chest when I hug him. Can he, Mommy?" There were tears in the corners of Hank's eyes as she said that of course he could sleep with her. While Andy was talking to Kathy, little Kenny appeared. When she released his baby sister, he, too, ran to Andy and kissed her. When he moved back a little, his eyes were wide as he asked with tears at their corners, "Could you be my aunt, too? Would you be my Aunt Andy?" Andy's head was reeling from the behavior of the small children. All she could think to do was to reply, "Oh, Kenny, that's the nicest thing you could ever say. I would love to be your aunt, too!" Then she kissed him and was amazed as he worked his small lips on hers, just trying to pour out the love he felt for his new aunt. Andy was almost overcome. Then she went back into her shopping bag. For him she had a beautiful little scale model of a construction back-hoe. Everything on it worked and it was a small masterpiece of precision. The little boy said it was the most beautiful toy he had ever had and he ran off to show it to his father. Hank was left alone in the hallway with the Fletchers. With the small children out of earshot, she said softly, "Welcome Andy!" Then she smiled warmly and asked, "Will my brand-new sister give me a kiss? You're only the second living relative I have, and I couldn't be happier." Very shyly Andy moved closer and Hank took her into her arms. The kiss the woman gave her almost knocked her out. It was the same pure love she had felt from the children, but with a level of power and intensity they couldn't match. Even though there was no passion in it, Andy found that she had to wrap her arms around her new sister to keep from falling down. As she returned Hank's kiss, she tried to communicate the tremendous love she felt for this incredible family. Her kiss had the same power and effect on Hank that Hank's kiss had had on her. When they finally eased away, all Hank could say was, "Wow!" Now she doubted her original idea regarding the source of the money for the gifts, so she asked them where the money for the gifts had come from. Andy said only that every business had unpleasant jobs that no one liked to do. She and Jack had traded some time for the little gifts. As they moved into the living room, Hank found herself feeling very humble in the presence of this incredible woman. When they entered, Kathy and Ken rose to their feet and greeted them. Playing a little game, Hank said, "Andy I guess you haven't seen your sister, Kathy, in a long time. Wouldn't you like to appropriately greet your sister, Kathy Carlson? Kathy, do you remember Andy? I guess you two were separated when you were both still very young." Andy's head was utterly reeling. Then Kathy took her into her arms and kissed her. If Hank's kiss conveyed the purest love, Kathy's did too, but at a level of power that almost caused her to pass out. Softly she whispered, "Andy, I thought I had lost you forever! I can't tell you how wonderful I feel now that you're back." With her arms around Kathy's neck, Andy returned the kiss. Her kiss was like nothing Kathy could ever remember. Previously, she thought that no one could express pure love the way Ali Clifford did, but after Andy's kiss she was no longer sure. Then she greeted Jack Fletcher after he had shaken hands with Ken. Then the older Conroy children entered the room. Instead of shaking hands, Samantha immediately went into Jack's arms and kissed him with all the love she could communicate. When she released him, she said softly, "I love you, Uncle Jack. And thank you for the spanking." She lightly touched her bottom, winced and added, "I still can't sit comfortably, even though it happened a week ago. But I certainly deserved it." Sam looked utterly beautiful in a white dress. Kathy noticed that Hank's comment was certainly correct: While Sam hadn't completely filled out on top, she was very close. The rest of her body was already beautifully feminine. "Uncle Jack?" he asked. "Where on earth did that come from? What could you possibly see in a slave?" "The same thing my brother and sister see in your wife," Sam replied softly. "Since she's now my mother's sister, won't you be my father's second brother?" Then she grinned and added, "This is really neat, you know. Just six months ago we had no relatives at all. Now we have two aunts and two uncles — the finest people the good Lord ever put on this earth, too!" Jack was utterly stunned at her words. They just did not compute. But then he reached into his pocket, brought out a small, gaily-wrapped little box, and said, "Sam, this is a peace offering. I am truly sorry I spanked you. I could have hurt you badly and I would rather cut off my arm than have that happen!" The others in the room were watching the exchange. Again there was confirmation of what a wonderful person Jack Fletcher had become, regardless of what he may have been earlier. Holding the box in both hands Sam just looked up at him and said, "Uncle Jack, I wish you had beaten my buns off completely! What I made you do was utterly disgraceful. I deserved everything you gave me and far more besides." The smile she then gave him was the warmest Jack had ever seen in his life, as she added, "So there's no need for any peace offering except for what I should do for you." Jack just shook his head, took the girl back into his arms and burned her with another kiss of the purest love. Then he said, "Okay, then it's not a peace offering. It's a gift for a beautiful niece I never knew I had. Your aunt and I didn't give you a present for Christmas, you know." Then he smiled and said, "Please open it, Sam." Sam carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. When she reached inside she took out a remarkably heavy gold circle pin. "Oh my God!" she squealed. "It's so beautiful!" Then with tears starting to flow she added, "It's the first piece of adult jewelry I've ever had in my life." With a little smile Jack ran his fingers lightly over her filling breasts and said, "It's appropriate, darling. You are nearly a woman now, so I don't think it's too soon." Sam's slim body writhed as she savored the feeling of his fingers, even if they were outside her dress. When she showed it to her mother, Hank took it out of the box and looked at it carefully. When she did she realized that it was 18-carat gold and very heavy — it was worth nearly $1,000 for its gold content alone. Looking up at Jack, tears began to flow from her beautiful eyes. Carefully putting it back in its box she tried to give it back to him. He refused to accept it saying, "Hank, isn't that what aunts and uncles are for? To spoil their nieces and nephews?" Then he looked hopeful and added, "I hope ... I hope Sam likes it. Andy helped me pick it out and she has exquisite taste..." "It's utterly spectacular!" Hank exclaimed. Then she went to Jack and burned him with a kiss of purest love also. When they parted, Jim was standing with his hand outstretched and welcomed his new brother. Ken shook hands and embraced him as well. As they went to take seats, Andy's and Jack's heads were both reeling. Their negative self-appraisals had just received massive shocks. When they were all seated and drinks had been served, Kathy changed rôles. Although she had no idea what the Conroy children were going to do, their behavior certainly assisted her project. She said, "Fletchers, you are creating problems for us. You see, we believe that, regardless of what you may have been before, today you are two of the nicest people in the world. The problem is that while each of you perceives the other as being wonderful, you just think of yourself as being a shit." Turning to Andy she asked, "Andy, what do you think of yourself?" Sitting up straight in her chair she replied, "I am a shit. However, I am becoming a reasonably competent slave." Then with her eyes bright she asked, "Mistress, may I become pregnant?" She then explained about putting the child out for adoption and becoming a wet-nurse for Kathy's children who she was sure would soon appear. She concluded by saying, "Although I am a rotten person, my tits are round and firm. I think — I hope — that my milk will flow freely and be rich enough for your baby. Will you let me nurse your infant at my tit?" Listening to the woman Kathy almost broke down. The girl was so beautiful and so good, but even after Kathy and Kenny's kisses, could not — or would not — see the truth about herself. Ken then repeated the same process with Jack and got essentially the same reaction. Finally Kathy just shook her head and said, "What will it take to get you to change your minds? How about someone else's opinion? For example, Andy, what do you suppose Kristin Higgins thinks of you? The first time we met, you told me how you tried to destroy her ... to utterly degrade her in the presence of her husband. What do you suppose she thinks of you?" "If she had an ounce of sense she would hate me," Andy said. "On the other hand she's such a wonderfully warm and loving person, I don't think Kris Higgins is capable of hating anyone, so I guess she would just dislike me. I know I disgust her." Kathy just nodded and said, "Why don't we ask? They stopped in on the way to another party." She called out, "Kris?" The Higgins and the Duffys came into the room. The four all looked utterly magnificent and then Kathy told Andy that both women were expecting babies. Andy and Jack had risen to their feet when the couples entered the room. Hearing about the expected event, Andy went to Kris, very tentatively extended her hand and said, "Mrs. Higgins, that's the most wonderful news I've ever heard! Having gotten to know both of you, at least a little, I'm sure you will have the most beautiful children in the world. Will you accept my congratulations?" she asked diffidently. Kris hadn't seen Andy since the night at Kathy's apartment. Now she extended both hands, took the girl's hands in her own, and just looked. "Wow!" she exclaimed softly. "Andy Pierce, you are utterly incredible! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. Lady, you are magnificent!" Then to Andy's utter amazement Kris took her in her arms and kissed her. The kiss was tentative at first but then the love just flowed between the two women. When they separated, Kris's eyes were wide and she just looked deeply into Andy's. All she saw was goodness, purity and love. Shaking her head slowly she said, "Someone is a miracle-worker. Kathy, I don't know if it's you or if it's Andy ... Maybe it's both of you. But this woman is now utterly perfect!" Andy just slowly shook her head in bewildered negation. While she was still befuddled, Kimberly Duffy did the same thing, had the identical reaction and said so. It was such a shock to Andy she almost fell into her chair instead of sitting down. Then Kathy said, "Okay, that's the reaction from people who haven't seen you in months. There's something more we'll get to in a minute. Unfortunately the Higgins and Duffys have to leave now." Andy and Jack diffidently congratulated both couples on their expected babies. They were surprised when their congratulations were very warmly received. Then goodbyes were exchanged, along with best wishes for the new year. When the couples left, the others returned to the living room. While they had been gone, Jim had brought a TV with a VCR into the room and set it up. Returning to their seats, Kathy just looked first at Andy, then at Jack and back again. Finally she said, "Andy, maybe that made an impression. I hope so." Turning to Jack she said, "Now we're going to look at a videotape. Before we do, though, you need one bit of background. You see, this summer I met Samantha Conroy for the first time. She was the one who figured out how it was I could inspire Ken when he was in Vietnam. Honestly, I was skeptical for a long time but finally I guess I have accepted it. The point is, though, that Sam figured it out within about ten minutes of meeting me for the first time. "Incidentally, Hank gave Jim a video camera for Christmas. Fortunately for us, she gave it to him ahead of time so he could practice using it before Christmas morning. Anyway, he made the tape we're going to see." Although it wasn't necessary, Jim dimmed the lights in order to concentrate everyone's attention on the television screen. He hit the play button and the tape began to roll. The first scene had been shot in the kitchen of the Conroy house and it showed little Kathy running to her mother. The tape had been made the day Andy had been baby sitting for Kathy and Kenny. They watched as the little girl said that Andy was "the goodest person in the whole world!" Then it showed the two children telling their mother how wonderful Andy had been with them. Kathy spoke of sleeping on Andy's chest using her wonderful tit for a pillow and falling asleep while she could feel and hear the woman's heart beating beneath her. Little Ken told of sleeping on her shoulder and the wonderfully loving kisses she had given him. "They're almost better than yours, Mommy," he declared. There was a break in the action and then the next scene showed Sam with Jack kissing him goodbye. Then she said, "Mom, he's as good as Uncle Ken!" Then she told what she had forced him to do and how at 3:01 he had taken her over his knee and spanked her hard. "It hurt so much, Mom, but felt so good! I was such an awful little shit torturing him the way I did. He played along as long as he had to, then spanked me and told me never to be a prick-teaser. Mom, I learned a valuable lesson. But then when he kissed me ... He is loaded with the same purity, goodness and love that Aunt Kathy is. Would you believe a man could kiss with pure love? No sex, just pure love. But that's what it was like." Then Sam looked at her mother and asked, "Why can't he see it? Why does he think he's a rotten person? He's at least as good as Dad or Uncle Ken!" There was a pause and she added, "And you know how much I love ... No! Adore! ... them." The tape ended and Jim Conroy turned the lights up. The first thing Kathy did when the room lights came up was to look at Andy and Jack. They each had an arm around the other's shoulder. They were shaking their heads and tears were streaming from their eyes, as Kathy said softly, "Now do you believe? Andy Pierce, you asked me to help you change. I don't know if I did anything, but you certainly did." She repeated, "Do you believe it now?" Andy and Jack had been sitting side by side. Now they turned and held each other tightly. They were just hugging one another for dear life. Then Jack moved away just enough to bring his lips to Andy's. The two kissed in the most passionate, most loving kiss anyone in the room had ever seen. Finally they parted just enough to be able to look into each other's eyes and Jack said, "My darling, I've been trying to tell you what a wonderful person you are!" "And Jack, I've been trying to tell you the same thing!" she replied. Suddenly she began to cry and said through her tears, "Father Collins! That's what he was trying to tell us, too, wasn't it!" Looking at Jack with her head shaking she said, "Darling, do you mean I'm not so bad anymore?" "No, sweetheart," he replied, "I mean to tell you that you are wonderful! You are sweet and loving and considerate ... Darling, you are adorable!" Then Kathy looked at Andy and said, "When you came to me that first day, did you ask me to try to get you as close in appearance to me as was possible? I think you said it would be the ultimate challenge. Is that right?" When Andy slowly nodded her head, Kathy grinned and said, "I've got news for you, turkey! Do you like that dress you're wearing? Does it fit you well?" "It's absolutely beautiful, Kathy," Andy replied. "And I'm being very careful of it so you can take it back tomorrow." "If I take it back — and I won't — it won't go to a store. Instead it will just go back to my closet... where it came from! Andy Pierce, that dress is mine. And to be honest it fits you even better than it fits me." Turning to Jack she said, "Ken tried to do the same thing with you but it didn't work. Your shoulders are even larger than his and your waist is enough smaller that his trousers would be too loose on you." Then with a grin she asked, "Now are you satisfied? Both of you?" They just nodded dumbly. Then Hank told Kathy about the gifts Jack and Andy had brought with them and how she had paid for them. With tears flowing from her eyes, she said, "Katherine Carlson, you challenged them to behave like real guests. Well," she declared, "they failed! No one — not even you — is as thoughtful as they are. Just look at Kathy and Kenny: Neither of them has put down his gift yet! They utterly adore them. And, of course, they adore the people who brought them. Sam's pin is out of this world! And as for me, I've already gained five pounds just looking at the gorgeous candy they brought me! And expensive? That stuff costs more for a single piece than any other kind costs by the pound! And Andy worked for it. I don't know exactly what she did, but knowing her, you could bet your last cent the work she did was very unpleasant." Kathy just nodded her head. Tears were still in the corners of her eyes from the story Hank had just told. Then to the couple she said, "Now, do you believe me? Can you start the new year on a new basis? The basis that Jack Fletcher and Andy Pierce are really very fine people? Can you?" The two finally nodded their heads. The evening turned into the finest New Year's Eve party ever. They ate a marvelous meal, played funny games and danced. When Jack danced with Sam, she melted into his arms. She yelped and jumped when he pinched her ass at the end. Ruefully she rubbed it and said, "Uncle Jack, it's still pretty sore from the last time." Then with a little grin she added, "But I'm delighted that you think my ass is already shapely enough for you to pinch." He winked at her and gave her a very light spank. She winked back and gave her ass a sexy little wiggle. At the stroke of midnight Andy was in Jack's arms in the most passionate and loving kiss of their lives. The electricity just flowed between them. Still later, as they were sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee, Kathy told them of the plans for the future. "You two are going to New York. Andy, there's an apartment there that I'm interested in — your old one. I want it completely redecorated for our visit in a few months." Then Ken said, "Jack, you go too. Right now Argus Construction is a subsidiary of Pacific/Higgins. We're thinking of merging it. Before we do, though, it needs to be shaped up. After talking to Jim, Mike, Kathy and the girls, we're all convinced you're the guy to make it happen. We want you to leave in three days." Late that night after the most wonderful lovemaking ever, Andy fell asleep in Jack's arms. They were utterly ecstatic over the prospect of being together, at least for a few more months. ------- When they opened the door to the penthouse apartment, it was no surprise to find it smelling musty. Kathy had paid off the whole staff months earlier and it had been locked up. They went around opening windows in spite of it being a very cold January night in New York. The penthouse was on the top floor of a forty-story apartment building on the upper East Side of New York. They walked through the rooms to Andy's bedroom. Looking at it, she said, "Yuck! Jack, how could I have ever set foot in this place?" When they went to his bedroom, he shook his head, grinned at Andy and said, "This is even worse." Then they had a good-natured argument over who had had worse taste. It was late at night, so Jack was puzzled by what Andy did next. She took a pillow and a blanket from his bed and then marched out. He followed her into the library and found her pulling a coffee table towards the corner of the room. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Isn't it a little late at night to be rearranging the furniture?" She grinned and said, "I'm just fixing our bed. Besides, with the kind of exercise we get, a firm mattress is essential. I guess the floor is firm enough. Besides, there are other advantages: First, it's the only room in the whole damned place that doesn't make me ill just looking at it. Second, we've been getting a little violent with our lovemaking lately and this way neither of us can fall out of bed." With a grin she asked, "Aren't I being thoughtful?" In just an instant they were both naked and in a passionate embrace making love. In spite of being on the hard floor they slept soundly in each other's arms. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2001-09-02 Last Modified: 2012-04-15 / 11:38:39 am Version: 1.40 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------