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                           Second Time Through
                              by Phil Brown

Copyright© 2011 by Phil Brown


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Description: “On top of that, I now find myself tied to a wealthy, hypersexual, 16 year old Empath, with a heretofore, unheard of skill set, and an unknown enemy that could strike at any time.” Anna exclaimed. 
"Welcome to my new life!" I thought.

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Prologue


May 16, 2011 – Monday Night - The Final Time

It was almost midnight. If it was going to happen, it should happen in the next few minutes. I was alone in my office.

This was my second time living this day. In fact, every day for the last forty years had been my second time. But tonight was different. Tonight marked the 40th anniversary of the end of my first trip through life.

I looked around me, running through the carefully prepared and long memorized checklist one more time in my mind. I had been preparing for this night for over thirty years, trying to account for every possibility.

I am 56 years old again. The same age I had been the first time through, when on this date, I had shoved a gun in my mouth and pulled the trigger. Thus, the end of my first time through life.

And the beginning of my second time through.

You see, I was given an opportunity, better than any winning lottery ticket. The chance to live my life over again and to try and make it better this time. A do-over. A mulligan on living.

And unlike my first time through, this time I felt like I had succeeded.

I had finally experienced the love I had craved my first time through. Love beyond measure this time, from my wives and children, and grandchildren. That's why telling them goodbye these last few weeks had to have been the hardest thing I ever did in either lifetime.

But I did not want to leave them without an explanation. So over the last few months, as I divested myself of my responsibilities, and established an order for the next generations of leadership; I have, for my family, chronicled my second trip through life.

This then, more than riches and deeds, is my legacy to them.

I opened my journal for maybe the last time, but didn't need to focus on the written words. I could remember it clearly...



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Chapter 1


May 16, 2011 – Monday Night - The First Time

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bear. Did you fix anything for supper?" I asked my wife hopefully.

"No. If you're hungry, you can fix something for yourself!" Naomi replied.

I sighed. Even though I had finally admitted my mistake, something inside me refused to give up hoping.

So I bent down to kiss her cheek as she washed the dishes from her supper, again hopefully.

Naomi didn't like kissing. Actually she hated kissing, but tolerated it because Donna Reed had done it occasionally on the TV show she used to watch when she was a young girl. And on a couple of very special occasions, Naomi had put a little feeling into it. Those were good kisses. I can still remember all three of them, even after all these years.

"Don't!" she said twisting her head away. "You stink!"

"I love you too, dear!" I thought to myself. "Why do I KEEP thinking she'll change? That she'll one day miraculously want to hold me and kiss me like she did ... well, actually she never has. Except in my dreams." I sighed.

Naomi and I met when we were 15, dated all through high school, then got married at 19.

We've been married 37 years. Not all of it unhappily. Some of it has been downright miserable.

My dad was a country preacher and my mom a school teacher. I grew up in a warm, loving family. Her mom was the town whore and she had no idea who her dad was. I also recently found out that she had been repeatedly molested as a child. So at least now I understood why she hated men and sex.

But our poor relationship and pitiful marriage is entirely my fault. I'm the one that wanted to save her from a bad home life. I'm the one that talked her into marrying me. I'm the one that thought I could change her. And I'm the one that, once I realized she did not want or see a need to change, could not walk away from a poor decision. (After all, there had never been a divorce in the Brown family, my dad reminded me often, and with pride.)

It only took me another thirty five years to finally admit my mistakes to myself. And now that I have, I can look back and can see where it influenced most every other decision in my life.

"If you fucked up your life by picking the wrong mate, then you are a fuck-up period!" was probably my subconscious mantra.

And so, I dropped out of college, and bounced from dead end job to dead end job. Living our lives payday to payday. We own nothing except my nine year old pickup. We owe everyone. And it only took me 37 years to accomplish all that.

But tonight I finally admit defeat. Realizing my mistake has led me to what I call enlighten depression. That simply means I know the reason, but not the cure, for my depression. I don't think I'm a bad guy. Just immature and maybe a little unrealistically idealist. I mean it only took me thirty seven years to realize my folks were right. You can't change someone else. But I had to try. And I have kept trying all these years.

Until tonight. And dad will be proud. There's still never been a divorce in the Brown family linage.

All I ever wanted was tenderness and love, and I have fucked that up royally. I hate my life and what it has become! Thank god it's finally coming to an end.

"I wish I could have a mulligan on my life." Was my final thought as I pulled the trigger.



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Chapter 2


May 16, 1971 – Sunday Night

"Oh shit! I can't even fucking kill myself right!" I thought as I felt the pain of the light hurting my eyes.

Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

"Christ! This place is old."

Details begin to register in my brain. Everything looked like it belonged, but something didn't seem right. My eyes begin to survey the small room, taking in the old fashioned décor and almost antique appearance of the items in the room. On my right, was one of those hospital trays that slide under the bed.

"Odd. It's made of metal, not plastic." I thought.

On it sit a small flower arrangement, the blossoms appearing fresh. A window with the blinds drawn and no evidence of light around the edges was set into the wall on my right.

"It must be dark outside. I wonder what time it is." I thought.

A very old television, " ... it has knobs on it, for Christ's sake!" I thought, hung on a bracket mounted to the wall above a typical hospital chair, the type people can stretch out in, " ... not comfortably, but better than nothing..." occupying the right corner. In the left corner was a large door " ... probably leads to the hall." I assumed. " ... if this is actually a hospital."

Next to the door was another, presumably to the bathroom. On the wall that was behind my head, were two florescent lights, mounted horizontally to the wall. One was directly above my bed. In the space under the other light, where you would normally expect a bed, set a cart containing some sort of medical equipment, with wires leading to my body. I suddenly became aware of several sensors attached to my chest. "Hm-m-m ... Must be a monitor of some kind..."

Between the equipment and the bed I was lying on, was a metal nightstand next to a chrome pole on casters, containing a couple of drip bags with tubes leading to my left arm. Cautiously I begin to try and move my arms. I could move them, but both wrists were wrapped with plaster casts. There were tubes going into my left arm and it was tied with soft cloth strips to a fabric covered board.

I gently raised my right arm, flexing my fingers around the end of the cast, and using my fingertips, I grasped the sheet covering my naked body to look at where the sensors were attached to my chest. It was a smooth chest, slightly larger than I had before. And only a stray hair or two could be seen. This stomach was flat; no spare tire circled the waist like I was used to. As I looked down my body, I vaguely noted the tube inserted in my penis.

"Hm-m-m, that's a catheter!" I thought.

My mind was having a hard time understanding all that I was seeing. And speaking of seeing, I realized everything was clear. Not fuzzy like I was used to.

"Would you look at that! I can actually read those little numbers on the TV dial from here! Wow!"

And then I became aware of the sounds; the whir of the monitor, the soft buzzing of the florescent light, the hum of the air conditioner. This was fantastic! My hearing had been gradually going away for the last several years. Numbly I just lay there, closed my eyes, and tried to comprehend what was happening to me.

"Jesus H. Christ! Phil! You can't even die right! I am such a loser!" I thought with despair.

The hand holding the covers was young looking, not like the gnarled and scared hand I was used to seeing! But I was so overwhelmed, I let it go without thinking any more about it.

"Ok. So I screwed up my suicide and they've put me in this museum of an institution, but what the fuck have they done to my body? Is it hallucinatory drugs?" I wondered. "Am I being used for some sort of experimental body transplant?" the ideas kept running through my mind, getting wilder and crazier.

"Is this hell?" I finally thought. After all, people who commit suicide aren't supposed to get to heaven.

"If this is hell, then I didn't screw up killing myself." I thought with some satisfaction. I guess it's natural to be a little goofy when you wake up after killing yourself, but that last thought just proved it.

So, if I died as Phil Brown, who was I now? Because, Phil Brown had never looked like this. My body looked solid, not too skinny, and definitely not overweight. I still felt weak, but the rest seemed to be an improvement.

At that moment, I felt more than heard the door open and a man in a dark suit with a narrow tie appeared, casually looking towards the bed. When he saw that my eyes were open, he did a quick glance around the room, like he was checking for something. When his eyes returned to me he simply stared for a moment with a look of utter amazement.

"Michael?" he finally whispered.

I stared back at him. "Michael? Is he talking to me?" I wondered. Finally, I lifted my right hand slightly and pointed my finger in the general direction of my throat and croaked "hurts ... to ... talk."

He immediately turned, opened the door, and said in a voice that was commanding but not loud.

"Sydney! Please come here. Now!" and then stepped back to the end of the bed saying

"Michael, can you hear me?"

"He definitely called me Michael. Stay calm. You'll work this out." I told myself.

I nodded slowly as I heard a commotion at the door and a nurse came breezing in.

She was probably twenty-something, slender, and wearing a nurses uniform, somewhat out of style, but complete with the little cap and white shoes with white rubber soles.

"What's wrong David? Did the monitor quit working again?" she asked as she looked first at the monitor, then back at David. Finally, she slowly followed his gaze towards me.

"Michael? You're awake?" She asked in amazement.

I turned my face towards her and repeated my gesture of raising my finger in the general direction of my throat and saying "It ... hurts ... to ... talk."

Nurse Sydney stared for a moment, then a big smile lit her face, and she immediately began barking orders.

"David! Go to the nurses' station. Tell Marge or whoever is there to call Dr. Bales' service and let him know the Wagner boy is awake. Tell her to tell him to call the nurses' station immediately with any new instructions. Then tell her to call Sarah at home. Her home number is on my clipboard next to my phone. I promised I would let her know if he ever woke up. Then go behind the counter and get me a small cup of ice."

"Wagner? Boy? This has got to be some crazy nightmare!" I thought squeezing my eyes shut tight and willing myself to wake up. But when I opened my eyes again, everything had remained the same.

I noticed the man she called David stiffen slightly at her 'orders'.But then she grinned at him, adding a "Ple-e-ease." but as a four syllable word.

I had the impression that he was used to giving orders rather than receiving them. But when she looked directly at him, and added the 'Please', he relaxed and smiled.

"I'll take care of contacting the family when I get back." He said as he headed for the corridor.

Nurse Sydney turned her attention back to me and opening the drawer in the bedside table, she pulled out an old glass thermometer, shook it with a practiced flick of her wrist, and started to take my vital signs.

"Michael, can you open your mouth? So I can take your temperature? Good! We'll have you some ice for that throat in just a minute. I just want to take your temperature while we wait."

"Now she's calling me Michael, too." I thought.

Placing the thermometer under my tongue, she reached for my neck to take a pulse, keeping up her stream of chatter.

"We are so happy you woke up! You've been in a coma for quite a while now. So just take it easy until we can get the doctor in here. He should be here pretty soon; he doesn't live that far away. David is gonna call your family in a few minutes and..."

Lifting her left arm to look at her watch, she placed two fingers from her right hand on the side of my neck. The moment she touched me, I felt a spark, followed by a strange tickling sensation. "She had to have felt that too!" I thought. But she just kept looking at her watch.

Then, I begin to sense something. It took a moment to recognize them as snippets of thoughts whirling around faster than the speed of light. And then I became aware of these strange feelings washing over me. I instinctually knew they weren't mine, and I flinched as they flooded through me. As I pulled away faintly from her touch, she looked up from her watch, her expression turning from professional concentration to worry in a flash.

Inside my mind, I heard "uh-oh!" but her lips never moved.

That was followed by "What's going on? Did I press too hard? I sure wish that Doctor Bales would get here!"

And while I was 'hearing' this, I felt a wave of concern wash over me. I could immediately tell she was worried that she had done something to cause me pain.

"Michael? Is there something wrong? Are you in pain?" The sensations eased the moment she broke contact with my neck, but they were still there, lingering.

I looked at her and tried to give her my most reassuring smile, shaking my head side to side.

"He is so sweet! I am so glad he finally woke up. I was so worried he would never would."

I cocked my head as I continued to stare at her. I could hear her, but she wasn't moving her mouth.

"And he is so-o-o good-looking! If I were a few years younger! Oh no! Did I just giggle like a little girl? I haven't done that since ... well, since before Kenny died for sure!"

Sydney sighed, and then started writing down information in a chart, glancing at the monitor from time to time.

"Michael, I still need to take your blood pressure. They should be back with some ice in just a minute. Unfortunately, that's all you can have until we see how you handle that."

I saw her lips moving this time, so I knew she was talking to me. I just smiled. I was basking in the warmth I felt coming from her, sort of like standing in the sunshine after being underground for a long time.

"His numbers look good. I should probably get some of that Demerol cream for when the doctor says I can remove those sensors. It looks like he's got a little rash. Now where is David?"

Sydney's attention was drawn to the sound of the door opening; her thoughts suddenly stopped as David returned.

"The doctor is on the way." He said. "May I use the phone to call the house?" David asked as he handed the cup of ice chips to Sydney. "I'm sure she'll want to come right away, even if it is the middle of the night."

Sydney just nodded.

"Who'll want to come?" I wondered. They both seemed to know who David was referring to.

David pulled the telephone towards him, lifted the receiver, and started twisting the rotary dial. He turned the rotary dial seven times. "Hmm, no area code." I noted.

Sydney took the little plastic spoon and fed me a couple of ice chips. "Man! Does that feel good on my throat!" I opened my mouth and she feed me a couple of more.

When someone answered, David simply said "Beth, this is David. He's awake."

I heard a squeal come from the phone, and what sounded like babbling.

"About ten minutes ago. They've called the doctor and he's on his way. Wake her up and tell her, but suggest she waits until morning to come down." He said, and then listened for a minute.

"I know" he replied to the unknown person on the other end of the line. "But try to get her to wait. They aren't supposed to be here during the night. It's way past visiting hours. And it will be safer if she comes after sunrise." Again he was silent, listening. His brow furrowed.

"I understand. Just do your best. If she insists, try to keep it to just her. And BE CAREFUL. Call me when she is ready to leave and use the emergency room entrance. I'll be there to escort her up while you park."

"He said there's an ER, so this may be a regular hospital, I hope." I thought. I had been worried it might be an institution of some kind.

"Not too fast, Michael!" said Nurse Sydney drawing my attention back to the ice chips.

She reached up to wipe my lips, "There. Does your throat feel any better?"

I nodded. I was aware of her concern as it washed over me again.

"Funny, but I can only sense her, and not the guy."

"Are you feeling nauseous? Sick at your stomach?" She asked.

"I'm fine" I managed to croak out.

"Is she coming?" this to David.

"I wish she would wait until daylight. It would be safer. But you know her. I'm betting we'll get a call in the next 10 minutes saying they are ready to leave." He said with a small sigh.

"W-w-where am I?" I asked. This time, my voice didn't sound quite so raspy.

"Oh, the poor boy!" Sydney thought; then she answered me, "You're in Blount County General Hospital. You were in a bad car accident. You've been in a coma for almost five weeks!"

"What day is it?" my voice still raspy.

"Sunday. No. It's past midnight, so now it's Monday morning, May 17th."

"What year?" I croaked.

Sydney and David both arched their eyebrows. I'm sure they were wondering where that question had come from. Finally David answered "It's still 1971, Michael."

My first thought was, "Oh my God! 1971! What happened to 2011?" I ran the math "2011 back to 1971. That's 40 years, or a generation. Is there any significance to that?" I wondered. "Now, in my previous existence, I was 16 years old, in 1971. That's close to the age I am now."

I lay there without moving, considering the situation I now found myself in. I remembered being 56 years old, in declining health, and trapped in a soul-less marriage. I even remembered pulling the trigger.

Now, here I was in a hospital room, no sign of a gunshot wound, and my body was that of a teenager. Heaven? Hell? Maybe reincarnation? My mind churned through the questions, all without answers.

"OK Phillip. Get a grip!" I thought. "It sure looks like someone has given you that second chance you always wanted, And you ARE NOT gonna blow it this time!"

So taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I begin to organize my questions and put a priority on them. After careful consideration, I finally decided, "OK, Phillip, or Michael I guess, first things first ... Just who am I?"

Thinking about all this had worn me out. Somewhere along the line, I dozed off.



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Chapter 3


May 17, 1971 – Monday

"Grandmother! They're moving! His eyes are opening!" squealed a young voice.

The light this time was brighter too. Much brighter. I threw my right arm over my eyes and noted my left arm still had the tubes in it. I felt the weight of the plaster cast against my left ear. "I wonder what's with the casts?" I thought.

"Good. You're back with us." I recognized the voice as Nurse Sydney's. "I'm going to turn the lights down a little. I'm sure his eyes are still sensitive after all this time."

She fiddled with something on the panel over my head.

"How's that?" she asked.

I eased my arm away from my eyes and blinked. "Better. " I croaked.

"Would you like some more ice?" Sydney asked.

"Please." I replied as I breathed a sigh of relief. At least things hadn't changed. I think I was actually relieved to wake up in the same situation I had dozed off in.

As she fed me the ice, I noticed a man in scrubs and a white lab coat reading through the paperwork that Sydney had been so busy with earlier.

He looked up and said "Michael, I am Dr. Bales. I need to take a quick look at you."

With that, he proceeded to shine a light in each eye, each ear, and finally he asked me if I could open my mouth as wide as possible. Next, he put his stethoscope to my chest, and as he moved it around, he ask me to breathe normally. While he was doing this, I was able to glance around the room. There were two other people in the shadows at the end of the bed. One was about my age, and one much younger.

As the doctor removed his stethoscope, Nurse Sydney put the thermometer under my tongue again and reached for my neck. Even though I saw it coming, and tried to prepare for it, it was still a little overwhelming, and I flinched as both Sydney's thoughts and her feelings flooded over me.

Dr. Bales noticed me flinch and reached to touch my neck, asking "Does it hurt there Michael?"

"No." and shook my head slightly. I let him probe it for a few moments, before he removed his hand.

"That's funny!" I thought to myself. "I didn't feel overwhelmed when he touched me." On impulse, I reached out to Nurse Sydney, lightly touching the fingers of my right hand to her left arm. "I can feel it." Pulling my hand away gently.

To touch Dr. Bales, all I had to do was raise my left fingers, grazing against his left elbow. "Nothing and he didn't even notice."

My mental experiment was interrupted as Dr. Bales asked me a question.

"Sorry. What did you say?" I asked.

"I ask if you were feeling any pain." He repeated.

I pointed to my throat, and said "sore..." I then pointed at my groin and said " ... dick hurts!"

I heard a giggle from the young voice, and a sharp "Michael Gregory!" from the older one. I hadn't seen their features yet, but I liked the voice of the younger one.

I heard Dr. Bales say something about the catheter to Nurse Sydney. I was hoping he was telling her she could remove it.

"Do you have any other pain?"

"No."

"Any ringing in your ears? Headache? Tender spots?

"None."

"Is the light still hurting your eyes?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's OK right now. You can turn them up if you want."

"That's alright. It will be bright in here soon enough."

"Well... ?" this from the older female.

Dr. Bales tone became very formal.

"Mrs. Wagner, there doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong with Michael, outside of the wrists. However, we still need to run a full battery of tests tomorrow, er ... I mean today. After breakfast. He's also very weak, from lying here for almost five weeks. As soon as he has some mobility and gains some strength, he should be able to go home. However, he also needs to undergo some psychological testing as well. I am sure this has been very traumatic for Michael."

He paused and looked at me.

"Then there are the police to deal with. They have been waiting for him to come out of the coma, and they will be notified later today that he is awake."

"The police?? Whatthefuck?" I thought. "What have I fallen into? Does this kid have a rap sheet?"

"There's no way around that, I suppose" said the older woman. Then she addressed me "Michael. Do you remember what happened?"

I paused "Now how am I gonna answer that one?" I asked myself. "I could just tell them I recently committed suicide, in 2011! Ha-ha! But then, I'd never see the light of day again."

Finally, I decided to tell the truth. "Well, at least some of it." I thought with a sigh.

I guess I paused a little longer than I thought. Dr. Bales asked "Are you alright? Do you remember what happened?"

"No Sir."

"Nothing? The wreck? What happened? Nothing?" This from the older lady.

"No Ma'am."

Dr. Bales asked "What's the last thing that you do remember?"

"Ha! I sure can't answer that one!" I chuckled to myself. So I fudged a little.

"The man in the suit calling me 'Michael' earlier this morning."

The older woman stepped out of the shadows towards the head of the bed.

"Michael, do you remember who I am?"

I took a deep breath. "This lady is someone important, in my life and maybe in the world. There's NO WAY I can fake this! Oh well ... here goes nuthin'."

"No Ma'am." Then quickly added, "I'm sorry."

Dr. Bales studied me closely. The older lady, the one the doctor referred to as Mrs. Wagner seemed close to tears. "Is she my mother?" I thought. "She seems a little old for having a teenage son, but who knows."

"Mom?" I ventured.

She coiled back as if I had struck her.

"Uh-oh! I just stepped in it!" I thought.

And then quickly, "I'm sorry!" I blurted.

She and the young girl both gasped and rushed to the bed. The young one was crying and saying my name over and over through her tears as she grabbed my fingers and Mrs. Wagner, with tears in her eyes touched my face softly with her fingertips.

I was stunned!

"And I thought that nurse's touch was something! This is incredible! It's at least ten times more." I thought as I was flooded again, with the thoughts and emotions of two people at the same time. In an instant, I was able to pick out 'brother' and 'grandson' and interestingly I felt from both of them a deep sense of great loss. And the more they hugged me, the more it kept growing and growing. As the intensity kept rising, it suddenly occurred to me: "there's nothing I can do to stop this!"

And then, the darkness came again...



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Chapter 4


With my eyes still closed, I heard the older lady say, "Do you want me to have David take you back to the house so you can get ready for school?" The words not really registering in my mind as I suddenly realized that the older lady must be my grandmother! And the young girl she was addressing was my sister!

The thoughts and emotions they had poured over me came back to me, and I begin the task of sifting through them. Finally, I opened my eyes. The room was lighter. "It must be close to sunrise." I surmised. And turning my head slightly, I could see them in the corner. The older lady, "No, she's my grandmother now" I corrected myself, was sitting in the big chair, with my sister perched on the arm, clutching my grandmothers' hand.

I coughed. "Water?" I croaked out.

My sister was off the chair and by my side in a flash, reaching for the cup of now-melted ice. She raised the cup gently to my lips and said "Just a sip now. We don't want to make you sick."

I coughed again and she gave me another sip, and then a third before sitting the cup back. "Oh Mikey! I thought I had lost you too!"

I instinctually processed the emotions that came over me as she touched my arm. Then I looked into her beautiful blue eyes. "I'm sorry I caused you to worry, Nicky."

Hearing my words, she looked at me and smiled. Then it dawned on her and she shouted "Hey! You remembered my name!"

The words and emotions poured out of her now, talking so fast, I couldn't understand what she was saying. But I had no trouble knowing what she was feeling. It was excitement! And relief! And ... and love!

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I softly whispered in her ear, "I could never leave you for long, Nicky."

As I lay holding her head to my chest and gently stroking her hair with just the fingertips of my right hand, I basked in the glow of her love and thought, "Maybe this IS heaven."

I looked up at my grandmother. There were faint tears in her eyes too. I held my right hand, cast and all, out to her and she stepped next to Nicky, grasping my arm above the cast.

"Grandmother? Is that right? Did I call you Grandmother?"

I sensed the sadness in her as she said "You used to. A long time ago. Lately you've hardly spoken to me at all."

"I'm sorry. I don't remember. But if I have caused you pain, I apologize." I said softly.

She stepped back a step, still holding my hand and looking intently into my eyes. "Well now is not the time to go into that. I am so happy you are alive and back with us."

I concentrated on her touch, trying to get a sense of what she was feeling or grasp a thought from her like had happened earlier. But all I could sense was puzzlement in her emotions, while her thoughts remained hidden. "This is weird!" I thought. "I know I could sense her thoughts earlier, but now, they seem to be hidden. "

As I lay there with my arm around my new sister, I thought "How in the world can I find out my new grandmother's name? I can't just go up and say 'Hi. Who are you?' can I?"

"Catherine Marie Adams Wagner" came the thought unbidden into my mind. My eyes shot open as I realized there was no sound. "But you always called me Grandmother Catherine or just Catherine" followed right behind the first thought. I looked at her and there was a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Catherine?" I asked.

Of course, Nicky, who had been holding on to me with her head on my chest, looked up and squealed "You remembered! Oh, Mikey, it's coming back! You remembered!" and hugged me again.

I looked inquiringly over Nicky's head, resting on my chest, to Catherine.

"Later" she mouthed silently.

Things became still in the room. Nicky lying with her head on my chest, sighed contentedly. Catherine stood looking at us. A slight grin on her face. My mind was still reeling, but I hoped I remained calm on the outside. "Something is happening. I should be able to 'read' Catherine, but ... it's no use. There's nothing there. I know I could sense her earlier." I thought.

Finally, Catherine broke the silence. "Alright young lady. You cannot afford to miss any more school. I'll have Beth run you home to change and get you to school. You shouldn't be too late if you get a move on." Catherine's voice had regained its spark and she smiled at her grandchildren as she said it.

"But Grandmother..." said Nicky.

"No butts! Michael is going to be taking his own tests today and he needs to rest. You can come back right after school and spend some more time with him."

"OK." She conceded, and taking my head in both her hands, she looked into my eyes and said so softly only I could hear, "Just don't you leave me again. You hear?" And then she kissed me. Not a fraternal kiss, but a full blown very 'un-sisterly' kiss on the lips.

Turning to her grandmother, she asked, "Do you need anything from the house?" as she picked up her bag. Getting assurances that her grandmother was fine, she said "OK then, I'll get Beth and go to school. BUT ... I'll be right back here as soon as school is over, so don't you leave before I get back!" this last directed at me with a huge grin on her face. Again, even from across the room, I could feel her depth of caring and love wash over me.

We watched her go and then Catherine turned to me. Her face was almost a total blank. She looked at me and said

"OK. Who are you?"



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Chapter 5


"Holy shit! She knows! How can she know? What's going on here?" The thoughts raced through my mind. I took a deep breath and then another. She just stood at the end of the bed and stared at me, the slight curl on her lips could have been mischievous, or it could have been predatory. I couldn't tell.

Suddenly, there were sounds from the hall as the door opened and David stepped into the room. He was followed by a nurse pushing a small cart with vials, and tubes and other testing supplies.

"Saved by the bell!" I thought, realizing that I had only postponed the inevitable.

"Good Morning Michael. I'm Peggy Sue and Dr. Bales has order a set of tests for you. Do you know your blood type?" she intoned in a singsong voice.

"Uh-h-h, no. I can't recall." I replied flatly.

She just looked at me and laughed. "I figured. But Dr. Bales told me to ask you anyway. It doesn't matter to us, because we already know. Let's see ... you're B-Positive."

Gathering her needles and vials, she simply said "Which arm?"

"Well, since this one" I said lifting my left one slightly, "seems to be occupied, let's try this one." Holding up my right arm.

As I realized she was about to touch me, I think I subconsciously I recoiled slightly, preparing for the shock that seem to come now every time I touched someone. She took my right hand and said "OK. Make a fist."

I just looked at her and arched my eyebrows since it's very difficult to make a fist with a cast on your hand.

"Ha! That's too funny! I'm sorry. I just say that out of habit." Laughing some more.

"Hey! Nothing happened." I realized. "No shocks, no emotions, no thoughts, not even a tingle. I wonder why not? I'll be damned if I know."

As Peggy Sue was going through the process of taking my blood, Catherine sat down in the big chair, but she wasn't taking her eyes off of me. David came into the room again, this time with another nurse who was carrying linens, and a toilet kit marked for males. As the new nurses begin to set things up, she asked me "How would you like a bath?"

"That would be great, but how about a shower instead?" I replied.

She just laughed, but didn't bother with a reply.

I heard David telling my grandmother that my breakfast was coming, and wanted to know if she wanted to take a break and go to the cafeteria for some coffee.

"I'd love some tea, but I don't want to leave just yet." She answered.

"OK." said David. "What would you like in it?"

"Just plain, thank you." She said as David turned to leave.

"Oh, and Catherine," David remembered at the last moment, "Peter is just outside. I'll be heading back to the house soon to try and catch some sleep, so I can take you then if you're ready to go."

"Thank you David. I believe I'll stay around here today. I'll take a break when Sarah gets here and go to her office and make some calls. I have to call New York and let Wally know." Catherine said and flashed an uneasy smile.

"OK. If you change your mind, just tell Peter. Beth will be back with the girls after school. "David finished and left to find grandmother some tea.

My curiosity got the better of me, and as Peggy Sue finished and said goodbye, I asked "Who is David? And Peter, and Beth, and Sarah?" I'd heard her name mentioned several times now.

Grandmother Catherine looked at me for a long moment, and then answered, "David works for me, and Peter and Beth work for David. They are security. Sarah is my niece."

"Security?" I asked.

"Michael, if you really have lost your memory, then there is much we need to discuss. But not right now. Besides, I promised Dr. Bales I would not give you any details until after you have spoken with the psychiatrist. And the police."

I closed my eyes and begin to think. "I guess I'll have to wait to find out who Wally is too." It was then that I realized that the nurse who had given me a sponge bath, and was now changing the bed, had touched me, but if there had been any sensations, I hadn't noticed. I tried to figure out why, and considered several possibilities, but I finally gave up, "Oh well. No sense worrying, this will all become clear, eventually."

I must have dozed off.

The next thing I knew, someone was saying my name.

"Michael, can you hear me? Wake up Michael." Said a soft voice. The owner of the voice gently touched my cheek, saying "Come on Michael. Wake up." And as she touched me, I was again flooded with thoughts and sensations.

"So this is Sarah. And she's a relative." I realized. I opened my eyes.

The room was full of people. My grandmother was there, still seated in the big chair. Beside her were two men, one in a coat and tie, the other, a knit shirt with a sleeveless pullover. The suit had a slight bulge under his left arm, but sleeveless wore his gun on his hip. Cops!

Standing next to the bed was a guy whose demeanor just screamed 'doctor', dressed in a rumpled tweed sport coat over a knit shirt, and a wrapped cigar in the breast pocket of the jacket. Next to him, closest to me was the soft voice of my dreams. And she looked like a dream too. Mid thirties, about 5'-6" or 5'-7", slender, in her starched nurses uniform that looked like it had been tailored to fit her. This was no off-the-rack nurses' uniform. She wore a nametag that confirmed her name was indeed 'Sarah'.

"Michael... ?" saying my name like a question. I just nodded.

"Do you know who I am?" she continued.

"I can see from your nametag you are Sarah, but other than that, I don't know. If I'm supposed to, I'm sorry."

"That's OK Michael. Don't worry. I'm sure your memory will improve. Yes, my name is Sarah..."

"Are you a relative?" I interrupted. "I mean you seem familiar."

Her eyes twinkled as she laid her hand on my shoulder, and left it there. "Why yes. I'm your second cousin or something like that. Your Grandmother Catherine and my mother are sisters."

Her thoughts were now less jumbled and I seemed to be able to focus on them better. I took a shot "Do I call her Grandma Liz, but she's really like my great-aunt or something?"

"Very Good Michael!" Sarah gushed. I could feel a little rush of excitement coming from her.

"Well, I can't seem to recall what she looks like, and I still don't recall exactly who you are, but it seems close, kinda on the edge of my mind." I said. Grandmother Catherine just looked at me, but didn't smile.

Then Sarah assumed a more professional tone and said "Michael, this is Dr. Greenberg, he is a psychiatrist. And he is here to evaluate you. And this is Captain Sanford and Lt. Cable with the Tennessee Highway Patrol. They have jurisdiction in this matter, and are here to talk to you about the accident.

I tried to keep my face immobile while I quickly sifted through Sarah's thoughts but could only find an overwhelming sense of grief. Looking at Grandmother Catherine, I asked "Grandmother, are you OK with this?" I could sense her grief as well.

"No. But let's get it over with." She replied.

The Captain looked at the Lt. and nodded his head. Lt Cable said that they appreciated our cooperation and understood how this was painful for us, but they needed to ask me some questions. He said that Grandmother Catherine was there because I was a minor, and they had to have a parent present for the questions. And since mine could not be there, she was my next of kin and would probably be appointed my legal guardian."

"I already have been, Officer." Said my grandmother. Then she looked at me and said "We will discuss this later Michael.' and turned back to Lt. Cable.

"Thank you ma'am." He said to my grandmother, then turned to me and asked "Michael, why don't you start by telling us what you remember happening that night?"

I eyed the officer carefully. "My name is Michael. I don't know my last name. That is my grandmother Catherine." I said pointing towards her, "I have a sister Nicky, and apparently a beautiful second cousin whom I just met." I smiled at Sarah. " I also have met Nurse Sydney, Dr. Bales, Nurse Peggy Sue, and another nurse who did not give me her name, but changed my bed and gave me a quick once over with a sponge. That, Officer, seems to be the extent of my memory, all gained this morning."

I paused to gain more calm.

"As to the accident you are referring to, I have no idea. I remember nothing of a personal nature prior to early this morning."

"Do you mean you don't even remember where you were going? Where you had been? Who was driving?"

"No sir. To all of that."

"Excuse me Officers. May I?" This from Dr. Greenberg, looking at Lt. Cable's superior. Captain Sanford nodded his head.

"Michael," said Dr. Greenberg, "do you know your last name?"

"My grandmother's last name is Wagner. If she is my paternal grandmother, it would stand to reason it was my last name too. But if she is my maternal grandmother, I don't even have a clue."

"Do you remember your sisters' name?"

"Nicky?"

"No. That's her nickname. Do you remember her given name?"

"No sir."

"Do you remember where you live?"

"No sir."

"Do you remember your birthday?"

"No sir."

"Do you remember where you go to school? What grade you are in?"

"No sir. And no sir."

Dr. Greenberg paused, then asked, "Michael, do you remember your parents?"

Sarah, who had been next to me the whole time, put her hand softly back on my shoulder as she looked at me, waiting for me to respond. Her emotions; fear, sorrow, and grief, literally overwhelmed me this time, and there was no stopping this deluge. Then, I became aware of Grandmother Catherine's feeling too and it was just ... too ... much.

My world went black again.



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Chapter 6


I groaned. I didn't actually hear myself groan as much as I felt it. But a voice, as soft as the wind, said my new name very gently, "Michael."

It took me a minute to realize she was talking to me. I was still getting used to my new name. I had spent the last 56 years as 'Phillip' or 'Phil', so I'd expected I would take a little time to get used to it, but when she said it, I felt a little flutter in my soul.

"Michael?"

I opened my eyes. The room was dark, except for the light behind the bed. Like last night, it cast most of the room into shadows. It was from the shadows that I heard it again.

"Oh good! You're awake."

I took a minute to take stock. Same hospital room, same new body. Thank God! I was afraid I might wake up to find myself back in my former body with all its aches and pains, and a gaping gunshot hole in my head.

I noted that the sensors and the big monitor had been removed. Unfortunately, the catheter was still there. As was the needle in my left arm. But now, there was only one drip-bag. The casts were still in place and I was starved. I had planned to eat lunch after I talked to the cops, but apparently I had slept through that meal and the next one too, judging by the darkness.

"Are you hungry? You slept through dinner." Said the voice.

"Please! I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"

She giggled, and then she stepped into the light!

"HOLY SHIT! You are INCREDIBLE!"

Realizing what I'd done I quickly stammered, "Uh-h-h ... I'm sorry! Did I actually say that out loud?"

She seemed tall, maybe 5'-8", slender, with soft red hair that fell down her back, longish bangs curled around to frame her oval face. Brown eyes I'd love to get lost in. I couldn't make out much of her figure, sheathed as she was in the standard issue nurses' assistant blue uniform, but the promise of a woman's figure was evident.

She giggled again. Her giggle was as beautiful as her voice.

"Sydney said to let her know when you woke up." She said as she picked up the phone beside the bed. "I think she'll try to get you something to eat." Then into the phone she said, "This is Grace. He's awake." She paused for a moment and then said "OK. Sure." And hung up the phone. Then she resumed where she left off. "She's getting you something, and she asked if I would feed you."

"Feed me?"

"It's kind of tough to feed yourself with two broken wrists." She said mockingly.

"What did the doctor say about your diet?" she continued. "Are you on solid foods yet? He was very upset with the psychiatrist you know? He ran all of them out I hear. He sent Catherine home too, and told her not to come back until tomorrow, at least according to Sue Ann. He even threatened to call security on the cops when they wanted to wait on you to wake up. But Sue Ann said Dr. Bales wouldn't even hear of it and told them they had to clear it with him before they could talk to you again. By-the-way, Sue Ann thinks you're a hunk!"

She looked at me, waiting to see how I would respond to that last little tidbit.

"Who is Sue Ann? And how do you know my grandmother? And please, please, please don't tell me we're related!"

She laughed at that last part. "No. We're not related." Then softly under her breath, I thought I heard a " ... yet!"

"I've gotten to know your sister quite well over the last month. Your grandmother too. Your sister is such a doll and I really love her! We've spent a lot of time together just watching you and wondering if you would ever wake up. Did you know she's in love with you?"

I decided to let that one go by without comment. Too much information missing to process properly.

"And Sue Ann?" I prodded. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear about them watching me. I felt guilty for causing them any pain, and it wasn't even me at the time.

"Sue Ann was the nursing assistant that was bringing your lunch when it all happened. She told me all about it when I got here. We also go to school together, but I was late today. I had to get fitted."

"Get fitted?" I asked.

"For my cap and gown. I'm graduating in two weeks!" she said with pride.

"And now for the $64,000 question." I thought as I looked straight into the prettiest eyes I have ever seen ... in either life. "Who are you?"

"I'm so sorry Michael. I guess I should have introduced myself. It's just that I have been here with you almost every night, mostly talking with your grandmother and sister, and I just feel like I know you, and therefore you should know me."

She stepped to the other side of the bed, where my right hand was, and holding out her hand to mine, she said. "My name is Grace. Grace Richards."

With trepidation, I lifted my cast-encased right hand to hers, to touch her fingertips with mine. I tried to prepare my mind, not for the spark, but for what I would do if there wasn't one. I desperately wanted one. I wasn't exactly sure why.

There was. As our fingertips touched for the first time, there was a major spark! I knew right then I was gonna like getting to know Grace.

As her feelings poured into to me, it was like she was revealing herself to me completely, and one of the first things I picked up on, was that she was definitely attracted to me, and she was afraid.

The attraction, I suspected, was mostly due to proximity, especially after five weeks of caring for me, and her perception of both of us being orphans, and maybe some hormones too. The fear was that I was younger than her, and might be too immature for her or, worse not like her at all.

I decided to show her a little maturity and to let her know I liked her, so I pulled her to me slowly. I gently brushed her hair from her eyes and then kissed her ever so gently on the lips, barely caressing them. Pulling back, I could see the surprise in her eyes. So I leaned to her and kissed her a little harder, touching her lips with the tip of my tongue. She went crazy and pushed me back kissing me with short pecks on my lips and cheek, and neck.

I was so intent on watching, both her and her emotions, I couldn't focus on putting any passion into my kisses, but she seemed to have enough for both of us. Instead I was fascinated by seeing into the psychological make-up of a young teenager in the grips of rising passion, and if I hadn't been so focused on all of my new experiences, I would have been tempted to take her right then. But the 56 year old me was distracted by my first time observations of teenage hormones at work so I didn't really get that close to getting carried away.

Suddenly, we both heard "Grace?"

It was Sydney with my late dinner.

Grace quickly slid from the bed and started trying to straighten her rumpled uniform.

"I'm sorry Sydney. I didn't hear you come in." said Grace.

"I'm sorry I interrupted. That was ... interesting." Sydney's face was flushed as she spoke. "Part of the new and improved nursing care you've been working on?"

"I was just introducing myself." Grace replied.

"What? As his girlfriend? Or his future wife?" Sydney teased with more than a little truth in her words.

Grace blushed as she looked at me.

"I can only hope so!" I said and they both giggled.

"Well Michael, I have some soup and crackers, some Jell-O, and there's some ice cream in the nurses' station if you can keep this down. " Sydney said.

"Vanilla or chocolate tonight?" This from Grace.

"Chocolate, I think." said Sydney.

"Good! He'll take it" she replied quickly.

Sydney cocked her head to the side and raised one eyebrow, obviously inviting Grace to explain.

"Well, according to Nicky, chocolate is his favorite. And besides, if he can't eat it, you know I will because it's my favorite too!" Again, she giggled as she finished.

Sydney just smiled.

"Just how much time did you spend with my sister?" I asked.

"Michael," Sydney quickly answered, "you've been here for over five weeks. Grace was here the night they brought you in and she has been right here, at your bedside, almost every night since then! She has talked to you, and read to you, and ... I think she even bathed you a time or two!" Sydney stopped to wink at the embarrassed girl, who had lowered her eyes.

"We try to train nurses to give quality care, but Grace has raised that level to 'exceptional care', and mostly on her own time. Any time she spent with your sister and grandmother, I am sure she did looking for ways to take even better care of her patient."

"Now..." Sydney continued, "Let Grace feed you what's on your tray and if you feel like it, I'll see if I can find you both some ice cream."

"Chocolate?" asked Grace.

"Chocolate!" answered Sydney.

"Oh Goody!" she said as she pulled the tray closer to me and begin removing the covers on the food. "He'll be sure to clean his plate now, won't you?" She said as she turned her big brown eyes to me.

I could only nod.

"I've got to make my rounds," Sydney said as she walked towards the door. "I'll be back in 30 minutes or so. Is there anything else you need?" This was directed to Grace who shook her head.

"OK. Just push the call button if you do." Sydney said as she disappeared out the door.

Grace begin to feed me and with a twinkle in her eye said "If you clean your plate, I may have a special treat for you too!"

"Chocolate?"

"No." she replied in a sultry voice.

I ate the soup and the Jell-O, and finished off the ice cream too. While I was eating, I ask Grace to tell me about herself.

"Well, lets' see. I'm 17 years old, and will be 18 in October. So yes, I am older than you. I will graduate in two weeks, number two in my class. I'm in the work/study program at school. I go to school in the mornings and work here for 3 hours every afternoon. I am now a nurses' aid, but when I started, they had us doing just about everything except surgery. You're not allowed in the operating room if you're under 18. Except as a patient." She giggled.

"My goal is to become a pediatrician. I was thinking about specializing in childhood diseases, but after the last five weeks, I think I'm leaning more towards pediatric neurology."

"Only number 2?" I interjected.

"Yeah," she sighed. "My sister beat me by two one hundredths of a point."

"Sister?" I interjected, again.

"Yeah." She said with that sparkle in her eye. "I'm a twin too!"

"Too?" I asked, raising my eyebrow, a question on my face.

"Oh! You don't remember. Do you?" she asked.

"Remember?" I asked.

"Yes. You're a twin too!" she said.



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Chapter 7


I hesitated a long moment. "Are there other siblings I haven't met yet?" I wondered.

"Nicky?" I finally asked.

"Of course!" She exclaimed with delighted glee. "And I think she is wonderful! She has been so worried about you. Almost every evening after I got off work, she was here. She was so worried about losing you too."

I frowned at that. I hated to think that I caused her pain.

"We've spent hours talking together. I told her all about growing up here, and the best places to shop. She told me all about growing up in New York, traveling to Europe, and where all the best places in Manhattan to shop are." She continued. "You all are so lucky to get to go so many places. We went to Myrtle Beach once, and we went to Nashville for our senior class trip this spring. That was pretty interesting."

She paused, "Listen to me just going on so." she laughed.

Actually it's pretty interesting listening to you talk about anything." I said.

Grace smiled. "I think you need to know that she's in love with you."

I knew who she was referring to. "I love her too." I replied automatically, as I started thinking about my sister. My twin sister. I suppose that explains the attraction she has for me, but what about the attraction I feel for her?

I suddenly realized I had been silent for a while, lost in thought. "I'm sorry." I said. "Please tell me more about college?"

She looked at me pointedly. "I didn't say she loved you Michael. I said she's IN LOVE with you!" Then relaxing her gaze she continued.

"Anyway, like I said, my sister and I both had planned to go to college, but since my grandmother got sick, it's no longer a sure thing. She keeps saying we are going, and that she'll pay for it, but we just can't take her money. Not with her kidneys failing, and the costs of her medicine and the dialysis. We just wouldn't feel right. And besides, if we both leave, who would take care of her."

"How long have you lived with your grandmother?" I asked.

"Oh, we've been with her as long as I can remember. Daddy died in Korea shortly before we were born. Mom was living with grandma while she waited on daddy to come home from the Army. When he didn't, mom just stayed and grandma helped raise us."

She paused then, and I saw a tear form in her eye as she looked at me. "Grace. You don't have to..." I started.

"No. It's OK now. It's just that it still hurts a little." Pausing again, she said quietly. "She died from pancreatic cancer three years ago this summer."

She had been sitting on the bed, leaning over the rolling tray to feed me. After I finished eating, she had simply leaned back as we continued talking. Now though, I felt her need to be touched, hugged. So I pushed the rolling tray away from the bed and rising up slightly, held my arms out to her.

When she came to me, it was a lot like the feeling before, but softer, not as intense. A feeling of happiness washed over me. And I found myself wondering if she could feel it too. "I'm gonna have to talk to her about this soon." I thought.

I was distracted from my own thoughts again by her quiet sniffles.

"You OK?

"Yeah. It's just hard to talk about it sometimes. Fortunately, she didn't suffer too long. She found out in March, and by summer, she was gone. Oh Michael ... I miss her so-o-o-o much..." She was weeping now.

I just held her, rocking my body slightly.

Finally she pulled back and reaching for the inevitable box of tissues, saying "I am so sorry Michael. Here I am crying about losing my mom three years ago and you just lost yours!" and she started to cry again.

I let it go for a minute, then putting my casts on her shoulders, I held her at arms' length and looked into her teary eyes.

"Grace," I said, "Don't feel bad. Right this moment, it doesn't hurt. Mainly because I don't remember. It's like I never even knew my mom or dad. I feel bad that someone died, but, I don't even know how they died. Grandmother said she would talk to me about it tomorrow, but right now, I feel no grief. I feel worse for Nicky and Grandmother."

"I'm sorry!" She said, "It's just so hard for me to imagine how you feel right now."

"I don't know," I said thoughtfully. "May I ask you a personal question? Did you feel anything ... uh ... unusual when we touched earlier?"

She blushed. "Like what?"

"I'm not sure. But what I mean is, I know you're older than me, (Ha!) and we just met, well I just met you anyway. But would you let me touch your hand again?"

I wanted to see if I could let her see what I was feeling.

She shrugged, "I guess."

I closed my eyes and made a conscious effort to go slowly and gently as could, to see what would happen. This was my first time to try this with any effort to control what I was doing.

I knew I felt safe with her, I wonder if she felt safe with me? Instantly, I knew she felt secure. I then wondered if she was hungry, and instantly knew she was not. I wondered if she was enjoying this, and instantly knew she was. I wondered if she was afraid, and instantly knew she was not.

I was enthralled by the simplicity of how this worked.

Next, I decided to try degrees, so I wondered how thirsty she was, and surprisingly, she was a little thirsty. Wow, this is great! I can, simply by thinking, instantly know and understand her feelings.

Bolstered by my little successes, I wondered what her favorite color is. Blue. A deep rich shade of blue came to mind. I opened my eyes and asked, "Grace, tell me your favorite color."

"Royal blue." She replied. "Why?"

Instead of answering, I asked, "Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?"

"A little. I'll get something in a minute. Why are you asking me these things?"

"Please bear with me one more moment and touch my fingers again. Please?"

"Well, OK. But..." she trailed off and touched my fingers suspiciously.

It was very different this time. Before, she was warm and open. Now she seemed closed. I still had to try, so I wondered if she was thirsty again. Instantly I knew she was. I wondered how thirsty, and it was a little more than last time. I wondered what her favorite color was. Again I instantly knew it was royal blue. I wondered how much she liked it. I instantly knew it had been her favorite for as long as she could remember.

I was going to have to really trust her if I was going to explain any this to her, so I wondered if I could trust her. I knew instantly I could trust her. When I wondered how much I could trust her, I knew that she wanted me to trust her. That it was important to her for me to trust her. It was time.

I pulled my hand back and quickly asked "How long did our fingers touch?"

"Michael? What's going on?" exasperation creeping into her voice.

"Please, how long did we touch?" I asked again.

"I don't know. A second, maybe two seconds."

"Wow! It seemed to me like a couple of minutes. My mind must have been processing everything super-fast!" I thought.

"Grace, I think something happened to my mind as a result of the accident. Since I woke up, some strange things have happened. I want to talk about them, but I must ask you to promise me that you will keep it between us until I can figure it out. OK?"

"Are you going to do something to me?" She asked with some trepidation.

"Uh-h-h ... Sort of..." I replied. "But I'll make you a promise. It will not hurt. And if you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop. But I need feedback. And you are the first person I've met that I think I can trust."

"This is so-o-o weird! What happened to your mind? Are you going to do something to mine? What if it causes something that can't be undone? Oh Michael, I just don't know..."

I could see it was causing her to be troubled, and I didn't want that. So I said quietly "Grace. You are truly a beautiful person, on the outside, and I am coming to believe, on the inside as well. I would like to spend a lot more time with you, getting to know you. What I don't want is to cause you worry or pain. It is obvious my request is causing you discomfort which pains me. I would not want something as trivial as this, to stop me from getting to know you better. Can you forgive me for asking you to do something you are clearly not comfortable doing?"

She didn't answer. And she appeared to be in a debate with herself. She was sitting on the bed, her legs folded under her, with her hands together in her lap. I reached for her hand and touched it lightly with my fingertips. She didn't move or hardly look at me, she was concentrating so hard.

" ... you are such a chicken Gracie! All he wants is your help. And he says it won't hurt. But ... why won't you do it? You've sit with him, and held his hand for hours, and you can tell he likes you. Why do I have to be like this?"

There was much more, but it was too disjointed and complex to comprehend. Without her permission, I decided I wanted her to feel what I was beginning to feel for her, so I thought about what I liked about her. I also decided to trust her without promises.

As my feelings for her flowed from me to her, she raised her eyes from her lap and stared at me.

"What are you doing to me?" She asked. Her voice edged with alarm.

I pushed reassurance at her and she immediately calmed down.

Then I pushed my fondness towards her. She smiled at me. "You're doing it, aren't you?"

I removed my fingers from hers, but her feelings lingered in me. She was not angry, but concerned. She was not hurt, but relieved it had not hurt. Her curiosity was peeked and she wanted to know more, but did not know where to start. She wondered if I was angry with her for not trusting.

"Grace, if you are willing now, I will explain what I think is happening to me. And I would really love to have your feedback. I ask no promises, I only beg you, to remember what they would do to me if they found out. OK?" my voice gentle but firm.

"I'm sorry Michael. I would never do anything to hurt you. I'm just a big chicken. I would be glad to help you. And I will promise not to tell anyone. At least until you say I can."

"Thank you for trusting me. May I touch you now? The reason I touch you is that when I do, I can sort of sense some of what you are thinking but mostly what you are feeling. The more powerful your emotions, the easier you are to read." I explained.

She nodded her head and I reached for her hand. Fear, no maybe just hesitancy, still not sure it won't hurt.

"See," I said, "Does that hurt?"

She shook her head no.

"Is it OK to go on?" I asked.

"You haven't done anything yet." She replied.

I started repeating out loud the thoughts she was thinking, "You're still hesitant, ready to pull back, but I am being so gentle, you can't believe it."

Then I saw an image. I asked her "What is that? You're sitting beside my bed, and reading a letter. It's about your scholarship. You didn't get it because you won't go to the west coast and leave your grandma. Your sister's boobs are bigger...

"OK STOP!!" She yelled, pulling away. Then, "How did you do that?"

"Do what?" I was just touching your hand." I teased.

"Reading my thoughts! How were you reading my thoughts? How?" she was sputtering.

"In English mostly, at least the ones I could. The rest were in some language which I'll never master. It called female I think..." I replied, still teasing.

"Oh You ... You... "She said as she hit me softly, giggling.

I laughed too. "You wouldn't hit a kid with two broken hands, would you?"

"I'll make you think broken hand!" She was laughing now.

She leaned over and put her hand on my arm." Can you read my mind now?" she said dauntingly.

"Just you wait buster!" came through loud and clear. I repeated it back to her

"You've got to tell me how you can do that!"

"Grace, I don't know. I've just discovered I can do this. I need help, someone I can trust to explore it and discuss it and experiment with it. I don't know anything yet. Will you help me?"

"OK Michael, I'll be your lab monkey. Just promise me you won't hurt me."

"Grace, I would never hurt you." I said with all seriousness.

"I know..." she replied softly.

"Can you see why you can't tell anyone?" I asked, still serious.

She thought for a moment. I was tempted to touch her again, but I resisted. "But Michael, my sister and I share everything."

"Even toothbrushes?" I asked with a trace of irony.

"Be serious, I mean we share everything important." She said.

"Important?" I asked.

"You know. Secret stuff, confidential stuff, girl stuff..." She said.

"Grace, I understand you wanting to tell her. Tell you what; let's break it to her together. With something like this, if she doesn't believe us, I may have to show her. Ok?"

"Oh. I guarantee you'll have to show her." She laughed. Then she asked "You want to try it some more?"

Together we begin to work on my new talent. As we did, I found that regardless of her bravado on the outside, on the inside she was just a frighten teenager, who happen to be carrying a full load of adult types of pressures, without anyone but her sister to help. No wonder she told her sister everything, they probably would not have made it as well as they had, without each other.

Finally, I suggested to Grace, "Why don't you bring your sister with you tomorrow so we can tell her. I don't think you could last long if you don't."

"What does that mean?" She asked.

"It means," I explained, "That I've never seen someone so young, carrying so much responsibility with so little help."

"Oh-h-h you are so sweet!" She purred. Then, with an impish grin, added " ... for a little boy."

"I'll show you little boy..." I replied in my best imitation of Snidely Whiplash.

We had been working on me reading her. So when I reached for her and kissed her, I also decided to try something different. I pushed some of my emotions to her. I thought about kissing her boobs and how much I would like doing that. And pushed both the thoughts and feeling at her at the same time.

She groaned into my mouth, as the innocent little kiss suddenly shot up in intensity.

She seemed to lunge the short distance between us, wrapping her arms around me. All thoughts of control fled as my feelings flared like a flash fire. And then suddenly, there was pain. An agonizing pain in my groin.

"Ow-w-w-w!" I screamed and grasped my dick through the covers.

It was the catheter. I quickly learned that it is not a good idea to become aroused with a catheter inserted in your dick. Of course, the interruption and the pain served to remedy the cause, but it still ached from the intensity of it.

She sat there looking at me, unsure what to do. She looked from my face to my hands and back to my face again, as she slowly grasped the situation. Then looking at me we both burst into laughter.

I noticed David was standing at the foot of the bed, a puzzled look on his face. "Are you OK?" he asked.

We both just burst into laughter again.

So he shrugged his shoulders and left. I'm not sure, but I think I saw a slight grin cross his usually stern face.

We couldn't stop laughing.

"Now that's one they didn't teach us about in nursing class!" she gasped out, trying to talk while she was still laughing.

"Damn!" I said. "That hurt!" I was laughing too. "Well, I think that certainly proves that you are one dangerous woman!" I added.

"Why-y-y ... did little ole' me cause that?" She grinned and batted her eyes.

Smiling, I looked at her, and slowly raised my cast covered right hand to gently brush her hair from her face.

"Grace. I know I just met you, and under some pretty extreme conditions. And I realize that I can't always be sure of my emotions in situations like this. But what I do know for certain is that I want the time, and the opportunity to explore this further. I just hope that you might feel that way too."

"Oh Michael!" and she leaned forward to hug me again. I hugged her back, then remembered the catheter and stiffened, pushing her away. "Oh No you don't! I'm not hugging you again until I get that damn thing out!" I said laughing.

With a faux pout she said "OK. Just be that way. See if I try to hug you again!" her voice tingled as she teased me.

The she stood up, and said "I really do need to get home. I have school tomorrow. Thank God I don't have many more days of to go." She stopped and looked at me. This time I felt it without touching her.

Leaning over, she lightly brushed her lips to my cheek. "I am so glad you are awake, Michael." Then, almost to herself, she added "I can't believe I'm falling for a younger guy!"

I smiled at the irony. "If she only knew." I thought to myself.

As she walked to the door, she looked seductively over her shoulder at me and in the sexiest voice I think I have ever heard she said "Oh. And by-the-way ... I am definitely interested in EXPLORING!" And then laughing she said, "But not until you get that damn catheter out!"

I grabbed my groin area, and faked a moan, laughing at the same time. She just laughed even more. I could still hear her giggling as she walked down the hall.

I expected Sydney to return, but she never came.

I slept.



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Chapter 8


May 18, 1971 – Tuesday

"I don't know what you did to her, but that's the happiest I've seen that girl since her momma died." Sydney was smiling like the proverbial Cheshire Cat.

I groaned. "What time is it?" trying to wake up.

"Oh ... it's almost sunrise."

"How on earth can you be happy this early in the morning?" I groaned again.

"You forget." A new voice replied. "It's almost time for us to go home."

I stared at the new voice, and arched my eyebrow at Sydney.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot that Michael wants to know everyone's name. Let me introduce you. Michael, this is Beatrice. Beatrice, this is young Master Michael Wagner."

I smiled at her choice of salutation. This part of the Southern Appalachians was originally settled by the English, and you can still see the vestiges of the old style of address.

Beatrice's ancestors, however, probably came from Africa. She was 'older mom-younger grandmother' age range, which means I didn't have a clue to her age. But I knew that she was old enough to have experienced a significant amount of the racial turbulence that had embroiled the country in the '50's and the '60's.

But her name tag said 'B. Holmes - RN' so I know that she had earned my respect. "It is an honor to meet you, Mrs. Holmes." I said and lifted my hand, still holding hers and touched the back of it to my lips.

She looked surprised for a moment, trying to figure out if I was mocking her. Deciding that I wasn't, she touched the hem of her uniform, pulling it slightly, crossed her feet, and bowing her head, she curtsied.

Then changing her tone slightly to tease me she added "My, my, he shore is a pretty one, ain't he?" Why, my heart ain't gone piddy-pat like that since Wendell done took me on that there whirly-gig out to the fair last year."

I wasn't sure what to say, until I looked at Sydney, who was about to choke to keep from laughing. She finally said, "Where did that come from, Bea? I have worked with you for years, and I have never heard you talk like that." Then turning to me, but still talking to Beatrice, she said "Yeah Bea, I think we done gone an' got ourselves a real dandy!"

They both laughed and continued to talk about me like I wasn't there, as they prepared the room and me for the day. Thank God, they finally removed the IV. I moved my arm experimentally. It seemed to work OK, but I could tell the muscle tone was shot.

I was still concentrating on my arm when Sydney said, "Seriously, Bea. You should have seen our little Gracie last night. I think she must have floated most of the way home." Then looking towards me she continued speaking to Bea "But for the life of me I don't know why she insisted I get that catheter out today!"

They both roiled with laughter at my discomfort as I blushed. Then to me she asked, "Would you like it removed now, or after breakfast?"

"Let's get it over with!" I said quickly. Although I didn't actually know what was involved since I hadn't been awake when they had put it in.

Bea, who had put some lotion in her hand while Sydney was talking to me, reached under the covers and after only a brief discomfort, had it removed. It happened so quick, it didn't actually hurt, but it was very uncomfortable after it came out. Bea rubbed the lotion on my member soothingly.

As Bea continued to massage my still aching member, Sydney continued to talk, this time to me. "By-the-way Michael, we tossed for who HAD to be the one to take it out ... and I lost!" she said still laughing as I blushed again.

"At least Grace will be happy now." Sydney said grinning mischievously. "Or will she Bea?"

"Oh yeah! I done thinks' our little Gracie, is done gonna be one happy young'n!" Said Bea in her cornpone accent, a huge grin on her face. "In fact, I thinks she's done gonna be one VERY happy young'n!" her face taking on a glazed look, which Sydney finally recognized.

I'm not sure if the expression that crossed Sydney's face at that moment was curiosity, envy, or what? But she only hesitated for a fraction of a second before plunging her hand under the cover joining Bea's.

I may have already lived 56 years, but the hormones that were responding to this attention were still only sixteen. I had closed my eyes, trying to remember when I had ever felt something this good on my cock, when Sydney's hand touched me next to Bea's.

"OH MY GOD! He's huge!" Sydney hissed through clinched teeth to keep from screaming.

I just groaned. While Bea was touching me, I didn't feel any additional sensations, outside the ones she was creating as she rubbed my enlarging member. But when Sydney touched me, I was immediately flooded with her already heightened emotions that started as curiosity and quickly exploded into, what I can only describe as pure, unadulterated lust. There was no stopping it! Her passions overwhelmed me and I started cumming all over both of their hands. And my hospital gown, and the sheets. It was everywhere!

I didn't open my eyes, opting to just lay there enjoying the most erotic experience I had ever had. Bea let go and turned to the bathroom. Sydney continued to rub her hand gently along the length of my slightly less turgid member. I felt a slight shudder run through her, and she slowly withdrew her hand as Bea returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. Looking at Sydney, she handed her the washcloth and said softly, "I'll go get some clean sheets." Turning to the door, she added. "First shift will be arriving soon." This was to Sydney I'm sure.

"Miz Bea?" I said without opening my eyes.

She turned at the open door, looking at me but saying nothing.

"Thank you for removing the catheter!" I said, opening my eyes and smiling my warmest smile.

"The pleasure was all mine." She said. Then turning back towards the door she added " ... and Sydney's too!"

"Let's get you cleaned up!" and with that, she was once again Nurse Sydney. She didn't say anything else, as she went about her work and so I closed my eyes and tried to sense her, but she was moving around and seemed far away.

The next thing I knew, I was being awaken once again. Her pale blue uniform gave it away. It was an NA (Nurses' Assistant), but one I hadn't met before. She was young and the uniform seemed a little big on her. She set my breakfast on the rolling table and giggled. She paused, looking at me with a questioning look, and when I didn't say anything she said rapidly "Here's your breakfast. And I'm here to feed you." The words raced from her lips, and for some reason, she blushed as she said it.

I smiled. "And good morning to you. My name is Michael. At least's that's what they tell me. What's your name?" I could see 'Laurie' on her name tag, but I wanted to hear it from her.

"I'm Laurie Teffeteller. And I get to feed you breakfast." She said, a little slower, but still blushing.

"Well, Laurie Teffeteller, it's a pleasure to meet you. Breakfast sounds like a great idea. I sure hope there's a cup of hot coffee with my name on it."

She looked at the tray, and realizing there was no coffee on the standard pediatric breakfast menu, her bottom lip quivered. Looking over the tray, I saw just about everything else on it though. I could sense Sydney's hand in this as I had told her earlier how hungry I was.

"I'll tell you what. Why don't we tackle what's here and worry about the coffee later? OK?" I smiled.

"OK." She said, standing there looking at the tray. I could see the hesitation on her face. It was obvious she was unsure how to proceed.

Trying to ease her discomfort, I said. "I don't remember much about my past, but I am pretty sure that I liked to eat. And since I probably liked to eat the same way you do, why don't you pretend you're feeding yourself, but just put it in my mouth?"

She thought it through for a few seconds, the light dawning in her eyes as she realized we had just taken a task she was unfamiliar with and made it simple. She smiled and I could see her dimples.

"OK!" she said, and began removing covers and unwrapping everything.

"How long have you been an NA?" I asked.

"Oh! Well, you see, I'm not really one yet. You see. I get to start, like, the training program this summer." I smiled at her as she tried to reach up and over the rolling table to reach my mouth. It was quite a stretch for the small girl, but she made it.

I quickly chewed and swallowed before she could get another bite to me. "Laurie, the NA last night had trouble feeding me too, so she just sat on the bed and reached across." I suggested and began to move my body closer to the side of the bed to give her room. I sure felt more mobile since I had gotten rid of the catheter and IV drip.

She immediately hopped up on the bed and resumed feeding me. In between bites, I ask her questions about her school, and her family, and her friends. As she continued to feed me and answer the simple questions, she relaxed. And she opened up, happily talking a mile-a-minute. It seems she would be 15 years old on Saturday, and graduating from 9th grade in two weeks. Her dad works for Alcoa, and her mom is a surgical nurse here at the hospital. They live in a tiny house near my cousins with her two brothers and her two cats. Her mom is good friends with my cousin Sarah, who I found out, is (and I quote) " ... the head nurse or something..." (End quote). Anyway, because all the regular NA's would have spotty schedules this week and next, due to finals for the upper class students, the 'head nurse or something' was looking for fill-ins.

" ... so I got to do it this morning. Your cousin Jennifer, she's like my best friend and she gets to do lunch. She is so going to love this, you know? I know you want to get out of here, like, soon, but I hope I get another turn before you do."

She stopped. Now I know it's scientifically impossible to talk non-stop for 8 to 10 minutes without breathing in, but I could not swear she actually took a breath the whole time. When she did stop, it was sudden, and I looked closer at her. She blinked her eyes and then blinked again, slowly. And I realized she was flirting!

Now as a fifty-six year old male, fifteen year old Lolita's are a major red flag, legally. And I sure didn't want to spend the rest of my new life getting raped and beaten daily by a cellmate named 'Bubba'. So my first impulse was to stop this and get her out of here as rapidly as possible. But something about my developing talent for sensing feelings stopped me from acting brusquely. I sensed she was exploring a boundary she had not yet crossed. And I knew she wanted to explore her budding sexuality without the danger of harmful repercussions. In fact, I could tell she wanted it so much, it was almost a need.

"Don't run away from her!" The command, and it was definitely a command, came unbidden into my mind. I looked up and saw my grandmother standing in the doorway with David and a beautiful redhead wearing a gun.

"Flirt back with her. Encourage her. Don't hurt her."

The thoughts demanded. I looked at my grandmother and nodded, then returned my attention to the soon-to-be-teenager. I looked across the now empty tray, into the Laurie's eyes. Taking her hand in both of my plaster encased hands, I raised it to my face and gently caressed the back of her hand with my chin. I had a slight stubble, so I kissed her hand, and looking into her eyes, quietly said "Thank you for feeding me Laurie."

Once I touched her, I could sense her feelings more clearly. It was like a seething cauldron of emotions, with little or no recognizable thoughts. The feelings were split between abject terror and unbridled passion. She wanted to jump down and run away, and to have my children. All at the same time.

As I held her hand to my cheek, I marveled at the complexity of what I was sensing in this woman/child. For she was indeed both.

Boys are boys, and men are just big boys. We're basically simple, and simple minded.

But to observe this vastly more complex entity that was a young girl growing into a woman, was staggering. It is something most men rarely get to glimpse. And unfortunately, are even less likely to understand. I wondered if women even understand it with all of it complexities. I decide I would do everything I could not to hurt this blossoming woman/child.

"Hurururmp." My grandmother coughed.

At the sound of someone else in the room, Laurie quickly tried to pull her hand away and jump down. I stopped her. Still holding her hand, I waited until she looked at me and said "Laurie, you don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed because I touched you. However, you should pull away if it is something that you don't want me to do. It is your body and you are becoming a very beautiful young woman. Please don't be embarrassed. Or ashamed of what you think and feel."

She studied me, but her emotions were churning too much for me to get a clear sense of what was happening, so I simply said "I have to speak with my grandmother now. I have enjoyed meeting you and I hope I get to see you again. May I kiss you?"

She stared for a moment before slowly nodding. I sat up in the bed, pushing the rolling table out of the way and placed my fingers under her delicate chin and lifted it slowly, until she was looking into my eyes, then I closed my eyes and kissed her gently on the lips, lingering for several seconds before breaking the kiss and drifting gently to her ear, where I whispered "Thank you, Laurie."

She swooned slightly, and jumped from the bed, heading for the door. Then she stopped abruptly, turned back, and ran to the rolling table.

"I have to take the tray back." She said as if out of breath. Then she looked at me and smiled a huge smile and ran from the room with the tray.

I looked up at my grandmother and the amazon with the gun. My grandmother smiled. The redhead said "When did you learn to be so gentle?"

I smiled. "Good Morning Grandmother. Good Morning Miss... ?"

Grandmother Catherine said "Excuse me. This is going to take me a while to get used to. Michael, this is Beth Dickson. Beth, this is my grandson, Michael."

"Good Morning Ms. Dickson. It is a pleasure to meet you. Are you the young lady who is protecting my family?"

Beth just looked at me. She couldn't keep the incredulity off of her face as she asked, "You really don't remember me?"

"I'm sorry. I take it I should, but to be honest, I don't. I hope they were good memories and that they will come back soon." I said.

"I don't know if you'll really want them back." She said.

Still looking in her eyes, I solemnly replied, "I am truly sorry then. At least when they return, I'll know what to beg forgiveness for."

I couldn't sense her from across the small room, and I could think of no acceptable reason to touch her, so I decided to shelve that mystery for another time. I had been looking forward to speaking with my grandmother and had many questions for her. But before I could start, she said "Beth, would you be a dear and leave us alone? And if possible, please see we are not disturbed."

Beth said she would be outside and left the room.



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Chapter 9


"I see you are feeling better this morning" Grandmother Catherine said as she came to stand beside my bed.

I nodded. It was going to take more than smoke and mirrors with this one. What would she do if she found out I was in her grandson's body?

"I think my answer may surprise you." the thought came clear and precise into my mind.

Then Grandmother Catherine said "I know you have lots of questions. But first, I would ask that you indulge an old woman, and allow me to tell you a story. Please?"

I nodded to her.

"My full name is Catherine Marie Adams Wagner and my father was a direct descendant of President John Quincy Adams. My sister and I were born on December 26, 1918. My father called us his little Christmas presents. He ran the railroad my grandfather had founded. The Long Island Central. It was a small railroad, serving the needs of Long Island, upstate New York, and later, most of New England. We had a small yard on Long Island and a larger one near New Haven, Connecticut."

She paused as if remembering then continued "We grew up privileged, as some would refer to it as. On an estate on Long Island called Seven Oaks. It is a huge home, and we had lots of servants and staff. My parents loved to entertain, so we were always having parties, and because times were good and the railroad was growing, we never had to worry about money."

She paused again as she moved to the large chair and sit down. Becoming comfortable, she continued. "We were privileged to be able to travel and enjoy the finer things. We attended finishing school on Long Island and even spent a year in Europe. My sister and I had an almost perfect life."

"However, when we were 10 years old, the market collapsed. Times were rough, and by the time we were 12, most of the finer things along with the staff and servants were gone. The LIC (Long Island Central) was almost out of business and my family was facing bankruptcy."

Given the tenor of the story, I would have expected her to be more resigned, but her narration actually quivered at what she was about to tell.

"One day, a young man, came to our home and talked all afternoon with my father and grandfather. They invited him to stay for dinner, and then they talked on into the night. I remember sitting across from him at dinner, and thinking he was quite handsome for an older man. In truth, he was only seventeen, but to a twelve year old, he was still old. His name was Michael Gregory Wagner."

"I saw him again when he came for dinner a few days later. And I was to see him and dine with him several times a week for the next year or so. It seems he had convinced my father, and to a lesser extent, my grandfather, to cull the railroad, selling off the lines, and the New Haven Yard, and convert the plant where we manufactured railroad cars to making trailers for long haul trucks. At the time, I would never have thought that anyone, let alone a still-wet-behind-the-ears boy, which is how many looked at him, could convince my father and grandfather to give up the railroad. I thought something was wrong, and in order to save my family, I took it upon myself to get closer to this young man to find out."

Her eyes were dancing now as she told the story, "I took every opportunity I could get to be with him, talk with him, or sometimes, just sit and watch him. And the more I was around him, the more I begin to fall in love with him. He listened for hours on end to the convoluted ramblings of a child, yet he was never mean or gruff. He was patient and kind and treated me like an adult. He discussed important family and business things with me, seeking my opinions, and asking for my advice. And he seemed to always know what I was thinking and feeling, responding with just the right words or touch. In less than 2 years, he had helped my father turn the business around and had turned me around too. I was hopelessly in love with him. We would talk for hours on end about our goals and plans for the future. We also discussed the difference in our ages and what others might say. Finally, on the day after Christmas, 1933 he asked me to marry him. It was our birthdays, I was 15 years old. He was 21."

"We were married that summer. At the time, a young girl getting married at 15 wasn't that unusual, but anything less than a year-long courtship and at least a six month betrothal, was looked down on. So no matter how impatient I was, I had to settle for a June wedding date.

"Thankfully, business was rapidly improving, and we knew, barring another crash, we would soon be bigger and stronger than ever. So very little expense was spared. And it was a beautiful wedding. We were married at the estate, my mother going all out to make it the fantasy every girl dreams of. I looked so beautiful in my gown, and your grandfather was so handsome in his tuxedo."

She tilted her head and looked at me. "By-the-way, I think you will be the same handsome young man he was. You seem to be the spitting image of him." Then sighing, she returned to her story.

There was a large gathering of friends and family and business acquaintances in attendance as we spoke our vows. Then we danced and drank champagne into the night. The next day, we sailed for Europe on our honeymoon. When we returned two months later, I was pregnant with your father."

Now her voice became laced with pain as she spoke. "It was a difficult pregnancy. They think I may have picked up an infection on the ship. Anyway, your father was born prematurely in February of 1935. He survived, but I would never have any more children."

I could feel her sadness at this, even from across the room. There was a knock on the door. Beth entered and said "I'm sorry, but they really need to check his vitals."

Catherine, for I could no longer think of her as Grandmother, nodded and another nurse I had never met came in. She was efficient and said little more than necessary, and then left, apologizing for the interruption. Catherine had said nothing the whole time, only looking out the window with a faraway look in her eyes.

As the door closed, she sighed and asked "Where were we?"

Then seeming to remember, she continued. "While we were on the ship coming back from Europe, your grandfather told me an amazing story. He made me promise that I would never tell anyone what he was about to tell me, and I have kept that promise. Until today."

The tension in her voice had risen so much, I was uncomfortable. But I continued to study her, silently urging her to go on.

"Your Grandfather told me an amazing story of how he had died in the year 1968, but then he 'woke up' in 1928, in the body of a young boy who had been injured in the an accident and was in a coma. And he was 15 years old, again. But he could remember many things that had, or would happen, and he took every advantage he could to begin to build a financial empire. And he did. Today, Wagner Industries is one of the largest privately held companies in America. If we were on the stock exchange, we would be a Fortune 100 company. We are diversified in defense, shipping, transportation, manufacturing, financial, real estate, and medicine.

"Throughout his life, he kept up a covert search for other coma survivors from the future, but never found one. And until yesterday, I thought he was the only one."

She paused, not sure if she wanted to go on, but resigned to follow through. "Now I ask you. Is he the only one?"

I had lain quietly throughout her story, turning over the words in my head, and becoming more and more excited as she spoke. I weighed the pluses and minuses of telling her the truth, but now that she had told me, I knew there was no way I could do anything but tell her the truth.

I shook my head. "No," I said. "He is not the only one."

There was no movement, no sound in the room. Catherine just sat there silently, waiting for me to continue. I did not move, but my insides were in turmoil as the implications of her story sunk in. Suddenly I felt but did not hear "Calm down Michael. We will work through this together."

I stared at her. There had been no sound. There was no one else in the room. "How does she do that?" I wondered.

She rose from her chair and came to my bedside. "All in good time Michael. Talk to me. Let me hear your voice as you do." I felt her thoughts as she took my hand in both of hers.

I took a deep breath, and said "My name is Phillip Brown. I think I died on May 16th 2011..."

For the next hour I poured out my heart to her as I told her everything. Successes and failures, happiness and sorrows, triumphs and tragedies. I think it was Beth that came in at one point, but Catherine shook her head, and she departed without saying a word. I know that I cried as I shared with her my former life's futile quest for happiness and true love.

Through it all, she clung to my hand, holding it tight against her.

Finally, when I could say no more, she gently pushed my hair from my brow, and looking into my eyes she begin to fill me with her feelings. I immediately felt her compassion seeping through me, and her understanding, and finally, I begin to feel her strength.

Smiling up at her I said "You have got to teach me how you do that!"

"My husband taught me how to do that." She said. "I could never do it with anyone but him. We learned that it was his ability that allowed me to do it with him. Just as it is your ability that allows me to do it with you."

While what she said made sense to me, I was still struggling to understand.

Catherine thought to me, "Just let it go for now. I promise it will become clearer with time." Then out loud she said "I have to go now, Michael. There is much I must do. But we will speak again tomorrow."

She gathered her things and then turned towards me "Focus Michael. Focus on becoming strong again. The rest will come with time and strength." She paused.

"And Michael, you have a good heart. What you did for Laurie this morning reminded me so much of your grandfather. In a little while there will be another young lady here to feed you. This one already has some deep feelings for you, and is, if anything, even more fragile than Laurie. Please be gentle with her and help her become all she can be."

As she left, I closed my eyes.



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Chapter 10


They were giggling and whispering back and forth.

"Are you supposed to wake him up?" Said the first angelic voice. "I don't know." Said the second. "We don't really start training until June, and they didn't have time to tell me everything." Her frustration becoming evident.

I opened my eyes and smiled, hoping to soothe this wrinkle in their plan. However, I had a bigger problem, I needed to pee.

I didn't think I could make it to the bathroom alone, so...

"Good Morning Ladies! Or is it afternoon? Is that my lunch and are you lovely ladies here to help me eat it?" I asked with all the gallantry I could muster.

They stood next to my bed. One dressed in the same ill-fitting light blue uniform of an NA and holding my lunch tray. The other in blue jeans and a pink top. Twin angels. God's perfectly matched bookends. Strawberry blonde, like their mother, with blue eyes like my sister Nicky. The eyes must run in the family.

"I wonder what color mine are?" I thought.

I had been forewarned that they were finishing ninth grade, but they were both a little taller than the diminutive Laurie.

"Good morning Sarah. How are you this morning?" I said to the woman standing at the door.

"Considering it is just past noon, morning is acceptable. I am fine. How are you feeling this afternoon? Sarah replied, her smile giving a lilt to her voice.

"Hungry! I replied. "And I have a slightly more urgent problem than hunger." I glanced from my groin to the bathroom.

"Do you need to go?" Sarah asked.

I nodded.

"Can you get up?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I haven't actually tried since they removed the catheter and IV's."

"Well, I don't know what the doctor has allowed. But I don't think I could support you by myself. Can you use the bedpan?" She asked.

"I don't think I need the bedpan. Do you have a urinal?" The twin's eyes kept getting bigger as this conversation continued. I think this may have been a little more than their quick preparatory lesson had covered.

"Jennifer, set the tray on the table and open the big door under the bedside table." Sarah directed. "Do you see it?

Jennifer did as she was told, then stood staring at the assortment of stainless steel containers. "It's the one that looks like a curved jar with no lid." Sarah directed.

She held up the urinal to her mom, who nodded, then looking it over closely, she turned to hand it to me. When our eyes met, she blushed deeply.

I took the urinal, and clumsily moved it under the covers and my gown, fumbling because of the casts, the girls intently watching my every move. I could almost sense their disappointment when I moved under the covers.

"Do you need some help?" Asked Sarah.

Now their eyes got even larger as the possibility of 'helping me' in this delicate endeavor crossed their minds for the first time. While my bladder ached for release, it was tremendously difficult with them both standing inches away and their eyes boring into my groin area.

"Uh ... no" I said to Sarah, with a beseeching look on my face.

She had that little mischievous smile on her face as she took in the scene, then taking pity on me said "Jennifer, Julie, would you come with me for a moment..." and she stepped out into the hall. I heard a male voice ask if everything was OK. And Sarah responded with something about " ... a lesson in male urinary tract functions..." but I could hear the mirth in her reply.

Sarah and Jennifer returned about two minutes later without Julie. Sarah asked if it was OK to come in. When I replied that it was, Sarah went immediately to the nightstand and took the urinal to the bathroom, telling Jennifer to begin feeding me lunch.

As with Laurie, she was slightly lost. I didn't ask where her sister had gone, instead focused on her. I smiled at her and said "Hello, Jennifer. My name is Michael and I seem to have misplaced my memory!"

She was too intent to get it at first, then finally she giggled and I continued "I have been told we are cousins, which usually means we have met each other before. But since I can't remember it, and believe me, I don't think it's possible to forget someone as pretty as you, would you tell me a little about yourself, and maybe some secrets about your mom? Just in case she ever picks on me again."

Jennifer smiled. Sarah, heading for the door, was almost laughing as she as she told Jennifer "You better not give him any of MY secrets!" And she was gone.

I quickly recapped the best way to feed me and she eagerly hopped up on the bed, and we began to talk while she worked. She was slightly more reserved than Laurie, but it soon became obvious that she was very intelligent. While she told me about her school and her family, she also asked me questions.

At one point, discussing her love of science and math, she asked me "Do you know what the value of pi is?"

"3.14 something."

"If you can remember that, why can't you remember who you are?"

"Good question!" I replied, "But the truth is I don't know." And while it is technically true that I don't know how amnesia works, I was getting dangerously close to a topic I was NOT ready to divulge to her or anyone else, except Catherine.

"Are you looking forward to NA training this summer?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

I was surprised when she hesitated before answering.

"I'm going because Mom wants my sister and me to do it. I mean I'm interested in science and all, but I don't want to spend my life taking care of sick people. But the experience should be good, even if I don't ever become a nurse. Besides, I'm too young to make any commitments to my future without exploring lots of options."

I was amazed at the level of her maturity in this. "What college are you going to be a sophomore at next year?" I teased.

Jennifer beamed. "I'm going to be a sophomore at Townsend High School, silly!"

"I know. It's just that you seem so mature for your age." I replied. "I know I wasn't that smart about my future when I was in the ninth grade."

"Oh, I remember when you were in ninth grade very well!" she replied and giggled.

I reached over and tickled her "Well, you'll have to remind me, because I don't remember. But please, be gentle with me!" I said with mock puppy-dog eyes.

When I tickled her, I felt her confusion. But I could not discern, in the brief contact, what the confusion was about.

We continued to talk, and it was obvious she was well read and up to date on a variety of subjects, especially college oriented ones, and she actually had quite a few opinions that showed she had at least limited access to information above what the average ninth grader had, such as the war in Viet Nam, and President Nixon's reelection campaign troubles.

But I begin to notice that, unlike Laurie, she avoided talking about personal things like relationships or other emotional things. This puzzled me because both Laurie and Catherine had mentioned her crush on me. "Were they both wrong? I must be missing something." I thought.

"Jennifer, does anyone ever call you Jenny?" I asked.

"Not really. Julie usually calls me Jen, so does my mom sometimes. Everyone else usually calls me Jennifer. Why?"

"Well, like you, I don't know what the future holds for me. But I do know that you are going to have a special place in my heart, whatever that future is. So I wanted a special name that only I would call you. You know, sort of a secret that, while everybody hears it, nobody but you and I will know what it means."

Her eyes were moist as she leaned towards me. As I looked into them, I sensed conflict and pain. I reached out and touched her cheek with the back of my hand. This time I could understand as I felt her inner turmoil. She was frightened. Scared of the changes her body was undergoing, and of these new feelings of attraction and desire. Puberty is an emotional time, yet, Jenny is not an emotional person by nature. So in addition to the fear, there was also conflict. Gently I begin to soothe her with thoughts of hugs and warmth, but it wasn't working, so I changed my thoughts to admiration, respect, and understanding.

It was like someone flipped a switch. She grabbed me around the neck straddled my body clutching my head to her chest. She lay there gyrating slowly against me, and as she rubbed her whole body against mine. I let her go on for a moment and then gently pushed her back until I could see her eyes. Softly I said, "Jenny, you feel so wonderful. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you again. And this time, I know it will be special."

"Oh Michael! I am so mixed up inside!"

"I know honey. I know. I get that way too. But I'm not mixed up about how I feel about you. For some reason, I find myself very attracted to you, to your keen mind and your delicate laugh. I really want to get to know you much better!"

She hugged me again, her tears turning to smiles.

"One more thing. I always thank the person who fed me. May I thank you?"

She looked at me, not understanding, but finally deciding she could trust me, and nodded her head "OK."

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her gently on the lips, not a passionate kiss, but a soft kiss, a lingering kiss. And as we kissed, I was aware of her delight at what she felt as I kissed her. Suddenly I felt her become aware of a new feeling inside of her. And she was surprised by it. Because, for the first time in her life, she was touching a guy and she liked it! She begin trying to consume my lips with hers.

"Jenny, please ... we have to stop." I said breathlessly.

She just looked at me, her face inches from mine. She got this crooked little grin on her face, one corner of her mouth turning up, the other turning down. "That was good! I like how you thanked me. I'm gonna feed you a lot, 'cause I want to do that again!"

"Jennifer," we both started at the sound of her mom's voice. "Baby, they need the tray on the cart so they can get it back to the kitchen."

Jennifer slid off the bed, shook to straighten out the oversized uniform, and grabbed the tray. It almost looked like she was skipping out the door, when she stopped and said, "I am so gonna have fun feeding you!" and then she scampered out of the room. Her mother turned to stare as the door closed behind her.

"What did you do? I haven't seen her that happy in months!" she asked amazed at what she had just seen.

"How much did you hear?" I replied.

"I came in at the part where you were giving her a 'special' name." She answered.

"Sarah, I am not an expert..."

"All evidence to the contrary" she retorted as her nostrils flared slightly.

"As I was saying, I'm not an expert, but ... I think she is dealing with a lot of conflicted emotions."

"And you thought it would help her if you made them even more conflicted!" she said even more angrily.

"Sarah," a new voice said, as I saw Catherine walk up behind her. She walked to my bed and placed her hand on my arm. I knew what she wanted and I re-played my memory of what had happened with Jenny and me in my mind for her.

"Give Michael a chance. Jennifer has been dealing with the conflict of being a quiet, reserved little girl, while becoming overwhelmed with the hormonal imbalance of puberty. These new feelings were not fitting with her perceived personal image and she didn't understand the changes. Michael simply helped her understand that she could feel these things without changing who she is at her core."

Sarah stood there, deep in thought. What her aunt said made sense on so many levels. And as she looked back, it explained almost perfectly what she had been seeing in her daughter. But, to date, unable to explain.

I just lay there amazed! "How had Catherine grasped all that in maybe 5 seconds of touching me?"

Finally, Sarah looked at me. "I just don't want Jennifer to get hurt." She said more calmly.

"I don't either. But she WAS hurting, and Michael helped her to see she didn't have to suffer." Catherine explained patiently.

"Now, I do need to get home." She said, walking past Sarah to the door. "Sarah, I suggest you think about this, and talk to both Jennifer, and the young Teffeteller girl, what's her name?"

"Laurie." Both Sarah and I provided at the same time.

Yes, Laurie. Talk to them and really listen. Ask them to tell you what happened, how they feel about it, and observe them tomorrow to see if it has changed who they are for the worse. Then, set aside some time in your very busy schedule and spend some time with Michael. You really need to get to know him. In the meantime, if you want to, come observe his interactions with any of your other NA's you have scheduled to feed him. I would suggest you also not do anything to mess up Julie's turn. You don't need that battle right now. Goodbye Michael. Rest well. Sarah, thank you for letting me use your office and phone. I'll see you tonight at dinner?"

Sarah just nodded as Catherine left. Then she turned to look at me.

I wasn't touching her, so I had no idea what she was thinking. So I said, "Sarah, I am sorry if what you saw made you angry, but I would NEVER hurt Jennifer."

"I hear your words, Michael, but I am having trouble reconciling those words with your past actions."

"I don't blame you. But since I can't recall that past, you have me at a decided disadvantage."

"That's convenient!" She snorted.

"So is your blaming me for a situation that existed in Jennifer's life before I got here!" I snapped back.

"I am NOT going to spar with you young man!" She replied angrily, biting off any more words.

"If you only knew!" I thought, but remained silent trying to regain control of my anger. This was getting out of control. I needed more information if I was going to resolve this situation. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Holding out my right hand to her, I said "Sarah? Please..."

She came to me slowly, saying nothing.

We touched. This time I saw as well as felt a kaleidoscope of emotions, with her anger erupting over everything. Every thought, every emotion. And intermixed with the anger, underlying it actually, was fear. Sarah was scared of something.

I sorted through the mess as fast as I could because I could feel it continuing to overwhelm me, finally finding what I thought was the root of the anger. She blamed ME for my parent's death! But I couldn't stop. Now I had to find the reason for her fear.

I tried everything I could. Most of my searching was instinctual on my part; I only knew I couldn't stop. Finally, as I felt I was about to become overwhelmed, I remembered to try and feed her some of my feelings. I 'pushed' calmness at her, but it wasn't working, then I tried reassurance, which slowed it down just ever so slightly. I was about to succumb, when I found it. I was surprised!

"So this is the reason for the emotional rollercoaster! Sarah is pregnant!" I realized.

She had just found out a few hours ago and she was making herself sick with worry and apprehension about all the scary things that come with an unplanned pregnancy. About how her husband was going to react about being a father again, and what it would do to their lives and to her career. She was worrying about having a baby at her age, mostly for the health of the baby. I could tell she had not even thought of herself yet.

"Wait until she finds out its twins!" I thought.

I blacked out!



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Chapter 11


Sarah stood at the end of the bed anxiously shifting her weight from foot to foot, while another nurse, one I did not know, hovered over me alongside Dr. Bales.

" ... heart-rate 162, blood pressure 148 over 90 and dropping" her voice intoned. Because she was touching me, I could tell she was worried, my numbers way too high. She was afraid I was slipping back into a coma. Dr. Bales was holding my forehead and shining a light in my left eye, and asking the nurse when I had last eaten. I realized I was aware of all this, and yet not conscious. I panicked as I thought I might be going back to 2011, or worse, dying for good.

" ... heart-rate rising! 178... 182... 184..." her voice calm, but I could sense the panic beneath. Doctor Bales removed his hand from my forehead and reached for the pocket of his lab coat. I thought I caught a glimpse of a syringe in my mind. A Black syringe. But first things first. I have to get in control. In my mind, I drew a deep mental breath, exhaling slowly. I could feel myself calming down. Once more, calmer still.

"It's dropping, heart-rate dropping... 166... 142... 124... 108... 80 ... are we losing him?" she asked to no one in particular? ... heart-rate steady... 66. BP 124 over 80, and steady. I opened my eyes.

"Michael?" the unknown nurse said my name. I didn't need to be touching her to feel the concern and relief.

"Now that was interesting! I actually have some control of my un-conscious. Or is it my subconscious? I'll have to give this some serious thought soon." I thought.

"Michael? Can you hear me?" she asked again.

"Yeah." I said flatly. "Water?" I asked a little more in control. My throat was dry.

After a few sips of water, Dr. Bales looked into my eyes with his light again, at the same time asking me how I felt.

"Like someone is shining a bright light in my eye." Laughing at my own joke. Only it came out as a "Hur-r-r-mph-h-h."

The nurse smiled, but I don't think the doctor liked my joke, his features never changed.

"Michael, do you know what happened?" he asked.

"Oh. Oh! How do I answer this?" I thought. I hesitated then answered "I was talking with Sarah, when all of a sudden, I had a series of ... well, and I guess you could call them flashbacks. I don't remember exactly what they were about. Mostly, I just felt the intense pain associated with the images. It was so intense, I think I felt overwhelmed again, kinda like yesterday. Then I just sorta blacked out."

"That should be enough of the truth without giving anything away." I thought. "But how am I gonna approach this with Sarah. I don't think I can just ignore it."

"I think we need to bring in a specialist." Said Dr. Bales.

"What sort of specialist?" asked Sarah, speaking for the first time.

"Amnesia. I think this has gone beyond what I can do. It had all the appearances of a seizure, but ended much too suddenly for a seizure. Nurse, contact Dr. Graham's office and see if he is available. Stat. We don't know if, or when this may happen again. Also get him back on that monitor."

Then to me he said, "Michael, I am going to give you something to help you to rest. I'll order up some tests for in the morning."

"NO!" I stated.

"But we need..."

"NO! Read ... My ... Lips. No medicine, no tests!" I stated as firmly as I could.

Dr. Bales snarled his lips, his eyes closing to a slit. Clearly he did not like having his orders countered by a teenager. Sarah's eyes had grown large, and she was unable to figure out why I had suddenly gone defensive.

"See here Michael..." said Dr. Bales.

"No! You see here doctor!" I interrupted him again. Then I dropped my voice an octave and spoke with a snarl. "I WILL NOT submit to any more prescribed medicines or tests until my grandmother is present and approves. Is THAT clear? Doctor Bales."

"Young man, I'll call the orderlies and have you restrained if you don't..."

"HELP! Security! Beth! Come quick!" I yelled as loud as I could. Peter and Beth came charging into the room, looking for signs of danger. Peter had his gun drawn. Beth walked to the side of the bed and glanced at me and then begin to study the others. Peter stood by the door, watching everyone, his right hand still held his gun, but his left was covering his ear.

"Ms. Dickson, the doctor here has just threatened me." I said calmly. Dr. Bales started to say something, but a glance from Peter, with his gun drawn, silenced him. "In order to defuse the situation with the least number of causalities, four things need to be done."

"Number one: Keep the doctor and the nurse where you can see them at all times. Pay particular attention to their hands. Do not allow their hands to enter their pockets or be out of your sight until you deem it safe. Restrain them if necessary."

"Number two: Please contact my grandmother and get her here as soon as possible. Make sure she has extra protection, as there may be a danger to her as well. Do you think this will take long?"

Peter nodded, his hand still at his ear. I continued,

"Number three: Do not allow anyone, not on your security staff, to enter this room UNTIL grandmother arrives. This includes anyone with a gun or a badge or a court order. Since they cannot serve a juvenile without a parent or guardian present anyway."

"And number four: I will not explain what happened, or what I suspect, until grandmother gets here. I will not answer any questions, and I will take full responsibility. If I am wrong, I will accept any punishments my grandmother, or the authorities deem appropriate. Any questions?"

Beth asked, "Weapons?"

"Unknown." I replied. "But likely."

She nodded, the asked, "Should we give the locals a heads up?"

"If you think it is prudent to call the authorities now, you should do so." I replied. "However, based on what I think I know, Grandmother would not approve of that until after she hears what I have to tell her and determines the risk for the entire family. Once she arrives, unless grandmother objects, you will be present for everything that will be said. After I finish, she and you will decide the best course of action. Do you understand what I am asking you to do? And do you agree to do it my way for the length of time it takes to get her here? Beth?"

Beth nodded her head slowly one time, never taking her eyes off the doctor.

"Peter?"

Peter had been listening to me with one hand cupping his ear. "Backup alpha five. ETA on your grandmother is 20 minutes. And yes, I concur with your analysis, even though I don't understand the motivation behind it. You've got 20 minutes."

"Sarah," I said addressing her for the first time. "I am so very sorry. I owe you so much more than a mere apology. I hope you will still speak to me again, after this is all over. However, I would also advise you to say nothing until we talk again. To anyone."

I said to Beth, "Ms. Dickson, please watch him very closely. And just a heads up, Nicky and Grace are due to walk in any minute."

"Nicky is with your grandmother." Pete added quickly. "No twenty on Grace." Beth remained silent, but nodded.

I closed my eyes. I had intended to go over everything in my mind one more time, but the events of the day caught up with my still recovering body. I dozed off.

The next thing I knew, Nicky was flying through the door and on seeing Peter's gun in his hand, came to an abrupt stop at the foot of the bed.

The Doctor Bales was now sitting in the large chair with his hands prominent on the arms. The nurse sat near him on a stool, an interesting look of curiosity on her face. Sarah had been perched on the foot of the bed until she heard the commotion of Nicky entering, and Beth and Peter were, of course, exactly where they had been when I closed my eyes.

Raising my left hand I said, "Nicky. Please come over here my love." I wanted her out of any lines of fire.

"Oh Michael!" she gushed.

I held her fingers in mine, sending waves of calmness and love and whispered "Stand next to me and say nothing. I'll explain shortly." She just looked at me. Finally she forced a tight lipped smile to her face.

By now Grandmother had entered the small hospital room and came straight to my side, followed by David, his gun holstered but visible. He looked a question at Peter who just nodded towards me. Beth's eyes never left Dr. Bales.

Catherine seemed to have eyes only for me, and reaching me, she clasped my fingers in both hands and said "Are you OK Michael?"

I was ready for her. I decided to give it all to her. From the moment she left, until I dozed off 20 minutes ago. I held nothing back and I had no Idea how long it would take, or how much she could grasp. She held my hand and I felt her shudder. She must have got to the part about Sarah's pregnancy. She smoothed my hair out of my eyes, leaned down and kissed my forehead, and said, "Why don't you tell me what's going on Michael."

"So she's gonna let me lead. Ok then..." I thought.

"I think Dr. Bales has made plans with someone else to kill me." I said flatly. I heard Sarah gasp but I was watching the nurse I had not been introduced to yet.

"David, Call Lt. Cable." Grandmother said.

"Have him bring someone from forensics" I added.

Peter, who evidently was handling communications, just nodded, not even bothering to check with David or Grandmother for confirmation.

Dr. Bales' knuckles turned white as he squeezed the arms of the chair.

David was staring at the doctor, "Watch him close! If he moves his hands, shoot to kill!" David barked to Beth, who had drawn her gun. The slight click of the safety almost echoed, the room was so quiet.

Grandmother stood with her arm around Sarah, Nicky just held my hand tightly and looked around the room, but seemed to focus on Sarah.

"This is absurd, Catherine, I'm..." the doctor sputtered.

"Shut up, Donald!" grandmother cut him off. "I think you are already in enough trouble as it is. Don't add to it with any ridiculous statements."

There was a commotion in the hall, and David's hand went to his ear as Peter quietly left the room. He was back in less than 30 seconds, nodded to David, who said quietly to grandmother "Locals."

Nobody spoke as we waited. Nicky never let go of my hand.

Lt. Cable arrived 10 minutes later; he had on sweat pants and was carrying his gun and badge. He quickly scanned the crowded room, and then asked, "OK, Who's going to tell me what's going on?"

"I guess that would be me." I said. "As you are aware, I became emotionally overwhelmed while you were questioning me yesterday and blacked out. When I woke up, I found that small, seemingly random bits of my memory had returned, but jumbled. Like remembering your favorite flavor of ice cream and your shoe size at the same time. It mostly doesn't make sense."

"Today, after lunch, I was discussing a family concern with Sarah when I became distressed and blacked out again. When I awoke, more of my memory had returned. It just so happened that Dr. Bales was standing over me at the exact moment I woke up, and it triggered a piece of memory in my mind of him talking to another person across my bed while they thought I was in a coma. The other person gave Dr. Bales a syringe that appeared cloudy and black to me, telling him to inject me with it and I would be dead in thirty minutes."

"I don't know if my memory is in fact true or not. But there were only two ways to find out. Either let him proceed and see if I end up dead, or freeze everything and call my grandmother and the police. Obviously, I chose the latter."

"OK doctor; let's see what you have in those pockets." Said Lt. Cable.

The doctor raised his hands off the arms of the chair and immediately went to the pockets on his lab coat. Beth immediately extended her arms out straight, both hands on the gun, aiming it directly at the doctor. "Hands in the air!" She yelled. At this range, she couldn't miss

Dr. Bales froze, and then slowly withdrew his hands.

"Stand up slowly. Keep your hands up!" She ordered.

Then, when he was standing, "Turn around. Hands on the back of your head!"

As Dr. Bales stood, Lt. Cable went to him and begin to pat him down. He removed the stethoscope from the doctor's neck, an ophthalmoscope from one pocket, a key chain with two keys from the other, and a pad and pen from his breast pocket.

Lt. Cable, a puzzled look on his face, turned to me and said, "He's clean."

All eyes were on me as Dr. Bales, a sly grin on his face, lowered his hands and reached for his possessions.

"Wait!" said the unnamed nurse. Beth's gun immediately returned to the doctor, while everyone else turned to see who has spoken. "Check the ophthalmoscope. The handle. It's hollow."

Bedlam broke out for a moment, as the doctor lunged for the ophthalmoscope. David also grabbed for the ophthalmoscope and snatched it away, while Beth reversed her grip and clubbed the lunging doctor behind the ear. He was out cold before he hit the floor. Grandmother had dropped to the floor, pulling Sarah with her and was trying to cover her with her body. Meanwhile, Nicky had thrown herself across me trying to shield me.

Lt. Cable was down on one knee, beside the now unconscious doctor, pulling his hands behind his back, only to realize he did not have cuffs on him. Two uniformed State Patrol officers and another suit rushed in jamming the doorway, with guns drawn. Lt. Cable looked to David who nodded and said "Clear."

Lt. Cable then turned to the two uniformed officers and said "Status clear. Cuff him, and then finish searching him. I'll call it in. Get a gurney in here and let's get him to the ER. Those cuffs come off only on my orders, and the two of you with him at all times. If he comes to, or if he requires surgery, notify me immediately.

The unnamed nurse, had picked up the phone and dialed a number, spoke briefly, and replaced it. "On the way." She said in response to the request for a gurney.

Sarah had risen and she and Beth were helping Catherine to her feet. David stood, still holding the ophthalmoscope and observing everything.

"Are you OK?" he asked Catherine, tenderness in his voice.

"Well, that was certainly exciting!" she said and laughed weakly. Several others chuckled at her remark.

Nicky, who had jumped on the bed, covering me with her body, slid off me partly, and turned to watch everything going on. Then she asked "What just happened?" I noticed that she stayed lying beside me, one of her beautiful long legs draped over me.

Lt. Cable said to one of the two local Sheriff's deputies who had come in to the room, "Get me a bag." Referring to an evidence bag.

David, holding up the ophthalmoscope, shook it. We could hear something rattle inside. He looked at Lt. Cable and asked, "Should I open it?"

Lt. Cable replied "Let's wait on forensics. There could be fingerprints on it."

By now, one of the deputies had given Lt. Cable a large bag. He reached out and David dropped the ophthalmoscope in, and Lt. Cable sealed the bag. The deputy reached for the bag.

Suddenly, the unnamed nurse said, "Oh no, that's now evidence in a federal investigation." Flashing her badge as she spoke. "I'll take that!"

"Linda?" Sarah looked at her with a questioning look.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Sanders. My real name is Penelope. Penelope Lane. I'm with the FBI."

The room went silent for a minute as Lt. Cable studied her badge.

"Penelope?" I said out loud. "Penelope Lane? Penny Lane?" I laughed!

With an uncharacteristic grin, she actually blushed, "My parents had a strange sense of humor." She said.

Beth kept looking at her. You could see the wheels turning in her head. "Hm-m-m ... Penny Lane. You were in the class before mine, weren't you?"

"Well, I guess my cover is blown now. Yes, I spotted you right away Beth. David also. In fact, I'm guessing he pegged me about a month ago, but when he did nothing about it, I let it ride. Am I right David?"

David smiled, "Actually, it only took me two days to peg you, but it took over a week to verify it. I had to call in a couple of favors to do it, too."

Three men entered all wearing jackets with F.B.I. stenciled on the back. The leader looked around and asked who was in charge. David pointed to Penny.

Penny said "This is Lt. Cable, Tennessee Highway Patrol. He is part of an investigation into a mysterious car accident that claimed two lives and left the boy..."

I interrupted her "Boy?"

"OK this young man in a coma. Because of the accident, his case overlapped ours. I was going to let it go until the doctor got goofy and tried to kill the boy ... er ... young man. The evidence in this bag should convict, but it also has a bearing on our investigation. Toxicology results will need to go through Washington first, everything else, they can have. Their team, I assume, will do the debriefs for the attempted murder. Understand, they are to get everything, except toxicology, and that's pending Washington.

The FBI team leader took the evidence bag from Penny, and the team set about gathering the rest of the evidence and taking pictures.

Lt. Cable stood staring. I could not tell if he was angry or relieved the feds were taking over the case. "I'm going to the ER." He said.

Then turning to a THP uniformed officer he said "Larry, see if there is an empty room nearby and get their statements. You can do the minors together; just make sure you have their Grandmother with them. I want this done by the book. I don't want him slipping out on a loophole!" then walked out the door.

Penny turned to Sarah, "Can they use the nurse's lounge at the end of the hall? I think it would be more comfortable there."

Sarah nodded her head.

Larry then said to Sarah, "Since it doesn't seem to matter what order we take you, why don't you come show us where it is."

Then turning to grandmother, he said "Ma'am, are you the grandmother?"

Catherine said she was, and looked at Nicky and I with a smile.

"Then why don't you come with us also. That way, you'll be finished so you can be there for the kids' statements."

"I'll need to go with her." David said, nodding his head towards Catherine."

"OK. You know the drill. You can be outside the door 'till we're through with her, then we can get you too."

Larry and another officer followed David, Sarah, and Catherine out the door.

Nicky was still half draped over me. Beth had moved to the big chair and sit down.

I took a moment to check out nurse/agent Lane. She was a twenty-something brunette with a lush body and fascinating eyes. Sometimes they seemed plain, making her whole face appear bland, and other times, like now, they were dancing, and her whole persona changed to exude confidence and intelligence. An attractive combination and I found myself liking what I saw.

"Agent Lane," I stated, "I thought all FBI agents had to be armed on the job?"

She looked at me and her eyes twinkled. A sly grin crossed her face as she lifted the hem of her obviously tailored uniform an inch, and said "I am!"

Everyone laughed!



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Chapter 12


After they got all our statements, Catherine and Sarah left to go home with David and Beth. There were now several more security personnel on duty, but I didn't know how many or where, except there were now two outside the door.

Agent Lane had stayed with Nicky and I while Beth went to give her statement.

Nicky asked her if she could tell us what this was all about, but she said she couldn't say at this time. So we chatted about what happened and Penny was telling Nicky how brave she was for throwing herself over her brother to protect him. Nicky was still lying half-on me and I could feel her pleasure at being praised and a deep love for me that went beyond anything I had ever experienced. "Maybe it's the twin thing!" I thought to myself.

Suddenly, a storm erupted in the hallway.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T GO IN THERE?" Came the furious voice of an irate female.

"I think Grace is here." I said with a laugh.

Penny went to the door and told them it was OK. Grace bounded into the room, the fury evident on her face.

"Can you believe they wouldn't let me in here, Linda?" She exclaimed. Then looking at the bed she turned to nurse/agent Linda/Penny "What's going on here, guys?"

"Hello, Beautiful!" I said laughing at her confusion. "Can I have a hug?"

"No. Can WE! Can WE have a hug?" said Nicky, reaching out with her arm too.

Grace came to us and hugged both of us. With both of them touching me at the same time, it was like a giant spark of static electricity went through me. I could feel their affection for each other washing over me too.

"Ah ... guys?" Penny finally stammered out. "That looks incredible. And I hate to interrupt, but I have to get back to the office and tie up some loose ends tonight. But before I go, I was hoping to ask you some questions Michael." She paused, "After Nicky left. But I can see now it may be a while before you are alone. I guess I can come back tomorrow."

"Penny, you might as well go on and ask me now, I have no secrets from these two. Besides, they would just worm it out of me tomorrow anyway."

"Just what have you two been doing while I wasn't here?" Grace demanded, giggling.

"We'll bring you up to speed in a moment, Sweetie. Let's see what Penny wants first." I said.

"Penny?" asked Grace.

"Nursing Assistant Grace Richards, meet FBI Agent Penny Lane." I said.

Nicky giggled at Grace's confused look. Then added " ... also known as Nurse Linda."

Looking down slightly, she raised both eyebrows in a question and said "O-o-o-Kay..." like she expected us to continue.

"In a minute, dear." I said happily. "Agent Lane?"

"OK. Michael, you said you saw/felt someone talking to Dr. Bales over your bed. Do you know who it was?

"No."

"Could you describe them?"

"I wish I could, but no. It was a blurry image."

"Was it this bed? This room?"

"I don't know. The angle I had was looking up. I did have the impression it was night, or at least very dark."

"Do you have any sense for when it happened?" Agent Lane asked.

"Again, I'm sorry, but no."

"That's OK. Like I said, I'm just wrapping up loose ends. Now, can you explain what tipped you off today?" Agent Lane asked.

I hesitated a moment while I thought it through and decided on part of the truth.

"Agent Lane, I'll answer that question, but ONLY, if my answer is off the record. Besides you couldn't verify it anyway."

"Would you answer on the record if your grandmother were here?" she asked.

"Possibly, but not likely. I have nothing to hide from her, but she is somewhat protective of the family, and this is really more of a family issue." I answered.

She paused, wanting to know, but leery of going off the record and not being able to relate or explain a major piece of what happened today. Finally, she gave in to curiosity and said, "OK. Off the record."

Then she got up and reached under the rolling table and pulled out what looked like a small micro-cassette recorder. It had a piece of Velcro attached on the bottom. Then she pulled on the wire and a microphone came out. She opened the recorder and pulled out the microcassette, slipping it into her pocket. The recorder she laid on the table.

Then still standing next to the bed, she looked down at me and said, "I hope you will trust me as much as I just trusted you."

I smiled up at her. "Thank you. I'll try. May I ask you a question first?"

She nodded.

"Would you tell Grace and Nicky, EXACTLY what you saw when we hugged just a moment ago?"

"I saw what appear to be three very happy teenagers."

"That's it? I am sure your powers of observation are better than that Agent Lane!" I chided. Then I asked, "Was there anything about the hug that appeared unusual?"

Agent Lane had stiffened at being chided by a kid, but then appeared thoughtful before answering. "You glowed."

"Correct. Do you have a guess why?"

She wrinkled her brow on this one, "Not really. The more I think about it, the more I realize it was unusual, but for the life of me I can't say why."

"Michael, what... ?" Nicky started to ask. But I quickly cut her off saying "Give me just a minute and I will explain all." I tried to smile reassuringly at her.

"Agent Lane ... Penny, what you saw was the combination of their emotions for each other and to a lesser extent for me, being felt by me and then radiated back to them. When I do it right, it seems to create a little glow."

"How... ?" Agent Lane asked.

"Penny, I cannot explain it, but the accident has caused me to be able to feel, or better yet, to sense the emotions of some of the people I come into physical contact with. I have surmised that the more emotional they are, the easier it is. While some people, who are practiced at holding their emotions in, such as the doctor and yourself, are more difficult. For instance, I actually touched you while you were monitoring my heartbeat, but could sense very little."

"So you 'sensed' the doctor was going to try to kill you?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"What about your statement about someone talking to the doctor over your bed, is it true?"

"Very true, and it happened exactly as I stated. However, I did seem to forget to mention the part about when he held the light to my eye, opening my eyelid with his finger. When he touched me at that moment, I think he must have been focusing on removing the syringe, because that is the impression I got. Of course, impressions are not usually admissible in a court of law." I finished with a slight grin.

"This is so crazy, it almost makes sense!" She gasped. "It's probably a good thing it IS off the record. My boss would have my badge if I reported this."

"I know. That's why I orchestrated the whole thing the way I did. So I didn't have to reveal something that could never be used in court anyway." I said.

"You orchestrated the whole thing?" She asked, and then said "I guess you did orchestrate it. But how did you know about the hollow handle?"

"I told you. When he held the ophthalmoscope in his hand, he tried to use the fingers of the same hand to hold up my eyelid. Because his other hand was working to get the base off. I think it was his awkwardness that triggered the recollection."

Agent Lane was silent for a long minute. I waited patiently, because I knew this was straining her boundary's a little more than she was used to.

Finally I asked, "Since I answered your questions, would you allow me to demonstrate? You would have to trust me a little longer."

"I guess so, since I'm already out of my league on this empathic stuff anyway..." She said resignedly.

"Oh goody!" Said Grace, excitedly speaking up for the first time.

Penny looked at Grace, then at me. "What do I have to do?" She asked.

I held out my hand, "Just take my hand" I said.

She moved to the side of the bed. Nicky and Grace both slid off to give her room. Penny stood there staring at my hand, and then slowly reached forward to grasp my fingers above the cast. When she did, I could immediately sense her reservation.

"Take a deep breath and slowly exhale" I instructed. She did, and loosened up slightly. "Once more." I asked softly and she opened up a little more. I began to feed her with warmth, and love and kindness, but like Jenny, she did not respond very much.

"Is that it?" she asked.

"Once more, breathe in and exhale, slowly" I said. This time, I decided to try something different and I begin to feed her thoughts of me slowly unbuttoning her nurse's uniform and caressing her breasts over her sheer bra. I felt something. So I continued by feeding her images of me putting my hand into her bra and teasing her nipples with my fingertips. She flushed deeply and you could see her nipples pop up through the uniform.

She jerked her hand from mine and said "Oh, you naughty boy!" and laughed.

"What?" cried Nicky. "What happened?"

Grace laughed, saying "Somebody was being a bad-d-d boy!"

Penny blushed again, covering her chest with her hand, even though she was fully clothed. I could see her nipples were still hard. "That's enough you guys!" she said with a big smile. "I'd better get out of here. I still have work to do."

"Will somebody tell me WHAT is going on?" ask a now exasperated Nicky.

Penny and Grace both laughed.

Then Penny turned to Grace and said "You'd better get a handle on that boyfriend of yours! And be glad he's only 16. If he weren't a minor, I might just take him out for a test drive."

Nicky and Grace's eyes both got wide at that, but Penny didn't notice. She was gathering her things and headed out. As she got to the door, she turned and with a twinkle in her eye, said "Thank you Michael. That had to be one of the most uniquely erotic experiences I've ever had."

She left.

"Erotic?" said Grace

"Boyfriend?" said Nicky.

I laughed.

"Whatever did you do?" asked Grace.

"WHAT did he do?" Nicky asked Grace.

"You might as well show her!" Grace said to me. "Or she will never understand it."

I arched my eyebrows looking at Grace and trying to decide if she was serious. Nicky was my sister. And even though I didn't feel like her brother, she didn't know I really wasn't Michael.

Grace just stood there with a smirk on her face. Then she took Nicky's hand and put it on mine and said "Nicky honey, take a deep breath and exhale slowly..." then looked at me and nodded once.

I felt Nicky's confusion become greater as I fed her images of lifting her top and cupping her full breast in my hand. Then as I held it, I gently ran my thumb over the outside of the bra, over her nipple, then I fed her images of pushing her bra up over her breast and again ran the pad of my thumb in circles around her nipple. She moaned and sagged to the bed.

"Oh Michael-l-l..."

Grace hugged Nicky's shoulders to steady her as she recovered ... I lay back with my eyes closed, listening, but not moving. They begin to talk like I wasn't there.

"Must be from talking over me while I was in the coma." I thought.

"Sweetheart, was that your first orgasm?" Grace asked.

Nicky nodded, blushing, then added "From somebody else. Like Wow! It was so much..." she paused looking for the word, " ... more!"

Grace laughed. Nicky giggled

"Was it like that for you too?" Nicky asked.

"Uh ... do you mean my first time I ever came from somebody else?" Grace said. " ... yeah."

"Well, I guess I was really referring to was your first time with Michael..." said Nicky, shyly.

Grace took her hand and squeezed. "Sweetie, you are ahead of me there! He touched me there last night, and it felt great! But then it sort of fizzled out..."

Nicky looked a question and Grace began to tell her about the hard on and the catheter. They were both laughing now.

They continued to talk across me. Nicky was telling Grace about Dr. Bales.

"You know, he always seemed creepy to me." Grace stated.

"And Agent Lane." Grace added. "I cannot believe I worked with her all that time and never even had a clue!"

And of course, they talked about me. Based on the length of time, I was the most popular topic.

Somewhere along the line, I faded out.



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Chapter 13


When I woke up, I was alone.

"I wonder what time it is?" I thought.

"I'm gonna have to get me a watch."

I lay there, thinking about the day, and my new life, and my new 'talent', or is it 'ability'? "I don't know what to call it." I mused to myself. "But I think Penny was right, it certainly seems empathic in nature. I need to Google it." I thought to myself. "Ha! Now that might take a while since it will be more than two decades before Google even exists."

I realized while talking with Penny yesterday, that I needed some sort of memory I could share, about waking up and not remembering who I was. I thought for a moment and then recalled waking up exactly like I had, but without reference to my previous life. Then repeated it again. When I was through, I thought I had a pretty good memory I could share that didn't mention anything about a past life.

Questions kept coming to mind, but most of the answers seemed to lie with my grandmother, or in the future. The most serious was why someone wanted me dead. And did they want Nicky dead as well?

Sydney came in carrying a tray.

"I see you're awake. Good!" she said happily. "You sleeping through dinner is getting to be a habit. I just don't know what we're gonna do with you." She teased. "But I didn't have the heart to wake you."

"It has been a busy two days. But now, I have you all to myself. You wanna run away together?" I teased back.

"I would, but I've already got one baby to take care of, I don't need another right now." She teased me right back.

"Baby?" I asked.

"Yeah. I married a marine. He was a Captain. He didn't make it back from Nam. He never even got to meet his son." She replied with resignation and sadness.

For some reason, I could sense she needed to talk about it. "Tell me about him. Your husband." I said gently.

She begin to feed me as she told me her story.

"I grew up here. When I graduated from high school, I went to nursing college at St. Mary's in Knoxville. While I was there, I met Kenny, who was home on leave from boot camp and we really hit it off. He had this old motorcycle, and for the rest of his leave, we went everywhere on it. He used to take me riding up in the Smokey's; that's the big National Park nearby. You can see them out your window. Well, when you get up and around." She chuckled.

"Anyway, we would ride everywhere, and take these picnic lunches, and lie by the stream and just talk. One day, he kissed me and I was a goner for sure. The next thing you know, I was ditching classes and work just to be with him. I don't know how I passed that semester. Then he was gone. He had to go to Officers School in North Carolina."

She stopped to get me some water, then continued.

"He came back when he could, and we fell deeper in love. It was great when he was home, but agony when he was gone. I was head over heels in love. Then one weekend, I just started driving East on I-40, the new interstate that goes to North Carolina, and I ended up at Camp Lejeune. He somehow wrangled a pass, and we spent the weekend in a small hotel room. I don't think I got dressed, much less left the room the whole weekend!" she giggled.

"Sometime that weekend, he proposed to me. Of course I said yes! I had to wait until he came back home to tell my dad though. We were married 5 months later. I dropped out of school, and we moved to San Diego. We lived in a little bungalow near the base, and rode that motorcycle all over Southern California. It was the happiest time of my life."

"I found out I was pregnant, about a month before he shipped out for Viet Nam. So when he left, I came back to stay with dad. Kenny was killed about a month before Little Kenny was born. Prematurely. My dad thinks the shock caused me to go into labor early. Anyway, after Kenny was born, I finished up school and came to work here, to be close to home."

"Kenny is two now, Almost three. And you are the first person, I have ever told that story to." She paused, sadness filling her. Then she continued.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't feel sorry for myself. After all, I still have Little Kenny. But I realized this morning that I miss being around men." Then, at the mention of this morning, she blushed.

"That's the first one I have touched, like that, since Kenny." She said so quietly I almost couldn't hear her. "And it's only the second one, ever!"

She had paused from feeding me, the fruit cup, and spoon still in her hands. She had a faraway look in her eyes, kinda like she had forgotten I was there. I didn't know what to say or do, so I raised my fingertips to touch the back of her hand.

"She was far away, riding down the coast on the back of a motorcycle, her arms tightly around the driver in front of her. Then she was laughing as someone behind her was chasing her into the surf. Then they were lying on their sides on the beach, it was dark and stars filled the sky, she was sated and content and being held in strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She turned her head and looked into his eyes, and then closing hers, she kissed him."

It took me a moment before I realized that the eyes she was looking into were mine!

 

I removed my fingers gently, I wasn't sure she even knew I had touched her. As I lay there, I studied her. She was twenty-something, about 5'-6" tall, maybe 130 pounds. Her hair, a dark gold color, was full, cut to come just below her shoulders and styled in a simple layer style that probably didn't require a lot of work. But it framed her face beautifully. She had a slender face with hazel eyes that seemed to change color slightly with her mood. Her lips were full, but not too thick. But I decided it was her whole face that was her most captivating feature. Especially when she smiled.

She looked at the fruit cup and spoon, still in her hands and said "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me!" Then she set them down on the tray and ran from the room.

I just stared at her departing back. My heart was breaking for her. 

About 20 minutes later, Bea came in. By now, I had figured out they were partners on the night shift. She begin gathering up the tray and asked, "Are you still hungry Michael?"

"Ah ... no. Thank you." I said.

Then Bea asked softly, "Are you OK?" obviously referring to what happened with Sydney.

"I'm fine." The concern in my voice was evident as I asked, "How's Sydney?"

"She'll be OK. I sent her home." She paused, then slipped into her fake-cornpone lilt and began to explain.

"That girl, she done built a big ol' wall around her heart after her husband done went and got hisself killed in da war. And 'til tonight, she ain't never let no one in. That is, 'til a certain, well-endowed young rogue done gone an' slipped right by her defenses." she said with a laugh.

"Now," she continued, "she has to go figger out what she'n done wants ta' do about it. And it's 'bout time too. It just ain't no good for a woman to just keep on shuttin' herself off like that."

"I didn't mean to..." I started.

"Now you just hush!" Bea shushed me. "She's gonna have to work out what she wants. And when she does, you can be sure you are gonna be part of it. Just give her time, Michael. She's a good girl, just a little confused."

"I really like her Bea." I said. "She's been so good to me. And I love to see her smile. It hurts to think I caused her any pain."

"You didn't cause it Michael. Sometimes, it hurts to get well. I oughta know, I sees it every day. She's been hurt a long time. Ain't nobody could get her to take the medicine. Well, you done got her started taking it, and you're gonna see her getting better real soon." Bea explained.

"What medicine?" I asked.

She had finished straightening my covers, and gathered up the tray. Reaching to turn down the lights, she said "You, Michael. You're the medicine."

"Goodnight." Bea said softly.

I thought about Sydney for a long time before I went to sleep.



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Chapter 14


May 19, 1971 – Wednesday

It was still dark outside. I heard her voice saying my name. "I must still be dreaming" I thought.

Sydney was standing beside the bed, wearing a simple sundress, and holding a couple of empty bread bags, and a paper sack in her hands. She looked at me with a big grin on her face and said, "How would you like a shower this morning?"

I looked at her. She was beautiful. She had pulled back her hair with a headband, and had just a trace of makeup on. "Give me your hand, Michael." She slipped the bread bag over the cast on my wrist and then taped it around my forearm with surgical tape. Then she said, "Give me the other one." And repeated the process.

"Now, sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. It's time we got you mobile." She instructed. I was simply too relieved that she was there and speaking to me to question what she was doing.

She helped me to the bathroom. It felt good to be up and about again. I wasn't as bad off as I thought I'd be. In the bathroom, she had me step over the little curb in the floor that marked the boundary of the shower, and said, "Face the wall and put your hands up high on the wall to balance yourself." As she begin to untie the strings of my hospital gown.

"Remember, I'm a nurse!" she said with a giggle as she removed the gown. "I've already seen it all!"

I heard her turn on the water, taking a moment to adjust it. Using the handheld sprayer, she begin to get me wet. Then, she begin to gently wash me, starting with my legs, and moving up slowly. When she got to my ass, she teased me a little, running her fingertips from my balls to my spine. When her hands reached my shoulders, I heard her sigh, really close to my ear. She had to be getting her clothes wet standing this close to me.

"Lean your head back and close your eyes" she said in almost a whisper. Using the handheld sprayer, she rinsed off my back, and then wet my hair.

"Um-m-m-m," I groaned. "That feels so good!"

"Keep your eyes closed. I'll shampoo your hair." She said.

I actually felt cold as she pulled away to get the shampoo. "I didn't realize she was that close, she has got to be getting soaked! Maybe that's why she didn't wear her nurse's uniform." I thought.

She massaged my scalp as she washed my hair, then rinsing it out, she said, "Michael, can you turn around and keep your wrists away from the water? She asked. "You can sit on the stool if you need to."

I turned around. "Keep your eyes closed, I'll wash you're your face." She said softly.

The realization that a pair of naked breasts with very hard nipples were pressed against my wet skin caused me to open my eyes. She was smiling seductively, a look of wanton lust in her eyes. The moment she had touched me I felt her lust. It was burning within her, consuming her. She dropped to her knees and kissed my now turgid cock. Little kisses on the sides and the then the top of my glans. Then she licked the tip and slowly slid her tongue down the sensitive bottom side. She begin using her hand and her mouth together, up and down, licking squeezing, caressing until "I ... ugh...". I came. It happened before I could get out a warning. I shot cum all over her breasts and tummy. And I kept coming as she kept stroking me. Finally, my knees buckled, and I slid down the wall to sit on the stool.

She stood over me, reaching up slightly for the sprayer, and turning on the water again, begin to rinse herself off. "Hold out your arms." She said. I was still sitting. She turned to face me, her pussy level with my face, preparing to rinse me. I didn't need to be touching her to know what she was feeling, I could smell her arousal. So I leaned forward and buried my face in her pussy.

"Ughm-m-m-m-m!" she moaned. "What ARE you doing... ?" she moaned again.

I didn't answer, wrapping my arms, plastic covered casts and all, around her hips and continued to bury my tongue as deep as I could inside her. Pulling back slightly, I ran my flattened tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, dragging it slowly, but not stopping, as I moved over her clit. I repeated that a few times, her moans seeming to get louder, then switched to worrying her lips, one at a time with little nibbles, catching her lips in mine and pulling out until it snapped back. Her breathing became erratic as I buried my tongue in her pussy again as deep as I could go, then licking the sensitive membrane lining it. I kept my arms wrapped around her and ached to be able to use my fingers on this lovely twat. But, there was no way with these bag covered casts on. So I redoubled my efforts with my tongue, determined to bring her the pleasure that she had brought me. Her juices were gushing as I eventually focused my attentions on her clit that was now protruding out of its little hood, first licking, then nibbling on it, and finally sucking it in my mouth and brushing it back and forth with my tongue.

I felt her shudder, drop the sprayer, and grab my head. I eased back, keeping the lightest of contact, and using the flat of my tongue, began long strokes from bottom to top, nibbling occasionally on her lips. She came again before I felt a big one finally hit her. She moaned through clinched teeth, trying to be quite, but I'm sure the security people in hall heard us.

I stood. My hands useless, so I rubbed up her body with mine, brushing her nipples with my hairless chest. I leaned against her, trapping her to the wall of the shower. The handheld sprayer was dangling, revolving in lazy circles, spraying us on each revolution. I didn't care. I wanted her. And I could feel that she wanted me. As I pressed against her, I could also sense a trace of fear because it had been so long for her.

With my cock brushing, then rubbing her, I realized I couldn't get it in without my hands, which were useless right now. I groaned in frustration. "Damn casts!" I thought.

She was thinking "The moment is right, I am so ready, I don't care HOW big it is! Why isn't he putting it ... OH! Bless his heart. He can't!"

She reached between us, and grabbing my cock she positioned it, rubbing the head up and down through the lips of her cunt, tickling her clit with it a couple of times. Then guiding me with her hand, she arched her hips and took me into her. My cock wouldn't go very far, she was too tight to take it all. She groaned.

Since our bodies were naked and touching, and her emotions redlining, I could read her clearer than ever before, sensing, without totally understanding, what she needed right now. She needed me to be still, so I stood very still for her while she tried to accommodate my engorged member in a pussy unfamiliar with something that size.

I could feel her impatience with herself at this slight obstacle, so I bent my head and kissed her ear and whispered, "Sydney, I never done this before. Be gentle with me. Please!"

She quivered as she realized what I was saying. Her caring nature, the one that made her such an excellent nurse, kicked in and she relaxed. She didn't pull off, she just focused on this being my first time a little more, which caused her to relax some more, which meant she could take a little more, which excited her a little more. Her thoughts? Well, they went something like... " ... first time? OH God! A virgin! OH God! I am so bad-d-d... !" With lots of fragments and repetitions.

Now, when guys get going, there's almost nothing short of World War III that impedes on our thoughts of cumming. But as I read her, I was so amazed at the complex tapestry of thought and emotions she was weaving through our love-making, that I lost my sense of urgency, and found myself caught up in sensing her. Where she wanted a touch, I touched. When she wanted a change, of speed, angle, or depth, I gave it to her. It almost became a game to see if I could guess what little thing she would want next, providing it as she wanted. Never too much, or too little.

Soon, her thoughts and feeling meshed into one huge feeling. It permeated her body from head to toe, with no thoughts, at least no intelligible ones. Now, since I could no longer 'read' what she wanted, I decided to just continue doing what I had been, while I marveled at how her thoughts had vanished and her feelings now reached out to every nerve and fiber of her being.

Suddenly, there was a flash! And an eruption! My connection with her was momentarily blinded, and then I felt her pussy squeezing me, hard! And giving in, I came in her.

As I did, I could feel her, feeling me, cum. Feeling it splash against her womb, and I was blinded again, stronger than before, by her release. She went limp! She was still conscious, but barely. Trying to read her emotions was like trying to see thru a dense fog!

I moved my arms under hers, and leaned against the wall, trapping Sydney between my body and the wall to help me support her and maintain my balance. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold her like this. "You're a wimp, Michael!" I chastised myself. "Just take a little five week nap and look what happens to you!"

Somehow, I was able to hang on. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me. She didn't say a word. She didn't have to! That look said it all for me, and more.

She stood a little straighter, taking the load from my arms, but not moving. The water, splashing us occasionally, had turned cool, but she lingered, looking at me. Then pulling my face to hers, she kissed me, not hard, not soft, but with more passion than I had ever been kissed in either lifetime. I couldn't read her. I think my senses were numbed by that last atomic-sized explosion.

Making sure she had her legs under her, I let go and reached for the sprayer, fumbling with it, I finally got it turned off. Thank God it was a lever type. Then picking up a towel, I lovingly dried her back. Suddenly, she turned, and buried her head in my neck. I heard her crying softly. I couldn't use my hands, so I kept my arms wrapped around her and kissed the top of her head.

I think she felt me sway a little. I was still not very steady on my feet yet.

She stepped back, took my face in both of her hands, and pulled me to her and kissed me one more time.

I reached for the safety bar and sat back down on the little stool in the shower. She finished drying me and then herself. I watched as she dressed. She helped me back to the bed where she removed the plastic bags and inspected the casts. No apparent damage.

Not a word had been spoken since the shower.

"I brought you some pajamas." she said. "They were Kenny's. I don't need to keep them anymore. I think I can finally let him go."

Again silence as she helped me slip them on, then reached in her bag for her make up. I studied her again, as she touched it up.

Finally she spoke. "I feel like I should apologize. But I'm not sorry." She said. "I wanted you. No, I needed you. No, that came out wrong." She sighed. "It's just that I have been mourning for so long. When Kenny died, I just sorta crawled in a hole, and pulled it in after me. Then, when Little Kenny was born, it took all I had just to be a mother, and it's like I put 'me' away somewhere, thinking I would deal with my feelings later. Pretty soon, it was easier to just ignore my own needs and worry about Little Kenny's."

She sat silent for a while. I didn't say anything, but I wanted to touch her, to sense what she was feeling for myself. "Do I dare touch her?" I thought.

Before I could ask, she continued. "Last night was the first time I have talked about it since he died. I don't know why I started ... that's not right, I do know. It's you. You got me to open up. You were warm, and compassionate. You actually listened, and you cared." She paused, then added "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." I said softly.

Then, the smiling Sydney came back. Brighter than even before. "Was that really your first time?"

"It's my only time that I can remember." I laughed. Then asked "Was it ... er ... OK?"

Sydney stared at me, incredulous that I had even asked. But suddenly remembering I was only 16 years old, AND it was my first time, she smiled warmly at me and said, "I only wish you could have felt just how good you made me feel!"

I was still grinning from ear to ear at Sydney when Bea walked in, carrying linens and a clean gown. On seeing Sydney, Bea was not surprised. She stopped and just looked her up and down. Then smiled a big smile and came on around the bed to where Sydney stood. She leaned over and said, in a very loud whisper, "I done knows you finally figger'd it out. But so will ever'one else if you don't learn to do your figger'n a little quieter."

"Oh No! Bea. They didn't. Did they? She said, with alarm. "Oh Bea!"

"I guess you should be glad it was just Peter and me that was nearby. Marge had to go to the lab for 405's medicine."

What Bea had said, just begged for an explanation, so Sydney tried. "Marge is the second biggest gossip in the hospital. Anyway, twice a day, one of us has to go down to the lab and wait while they mix a time sensitive salve for the burn patient in Room 405. And Room 405 is usually Bea and mine's responsibility.

Then Sydney raised her eyebrow questioningly ... Bea laughed. "I saw you come in and figger'd that she needed to be the one to go this morning." They both laughed.

"I can see that he done got his bath, and he done got clean 'jammies. Let's leave the bed for the NA's. Come walk me to the station to check out and then's you can tell me all about washin' sixteen year old studs, on our way home." Bea said as she grabbed Sydney's arm and headed for the door.

"Bye Michael!" Sydney said over her shoulder, as Bea hurried her towards the door. "Yeah. Bye Stud!" added Bea, laughing as Sydney blushed again.



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Chapter 15


My breakfast came a few minutes later, delivered by Nancy Lee Pirkle. She came in the door talking, and didn't stop. She said she was 16, and graduating 9th grade. She was a year older than most of the other kids because she missed most of 4nd grade due to mono and had to repeat it. Her mom and dad, Rita & Cale Pirkle, ran Pirkle's IGA. She had 3 older brothers and sisters, 17, 19, and 21.

I said, "I see your folks figured it out after you."

She just nodded and went on; I don't think she got it. What Nancy Lee did want was to get through school so she could get married and have babies. And you could see she was built for having babies.

When she said this, I asked "Have you already picked out the dress?"

"Huh?" she asked.

"I mean, do you have a boyfriend or special guy to help you have all those babies?"

"Oh!" then she blushed. "There's this guy ... Jimmy Templeton. He kissed me behind the stadium last year. He won't speak to me now, but I think he's cute."

Everything else was typical teenage angst and drama. Nancy Lee seemed to be a fairly well-adjusted teenager with a loving family. She was however a little on the immature side. Maybe it has something to do with being the baby.

It wasn't that I avoided touching/reading her, but I didn't see the need or have the desire. Any contact was minimal, and I noticed I could control that by thinking about it.

So, when she finished feeding me, she popped up on her knees on the bed, pushed the tray out of the way, and asked "Do I get to kiss you now?

"Whoa! I must have let my mind wonder. But..." I reminded myself, " ... you should have seen this one coming!" For Nancy Lee Pirkle, was exploding with repressed teen hormones.

"Nancy Lee, I like to show my appreciation for someone taking their time to come feed a guy who can't feed himself. That is, if they don't mind. May I kiss you?"

She just lunged. Landing on top of me. I was mostly sitting up to eat, put she had managed to trap one of my arms under her leg, so I couldn't stop her from mashing her lips to mine so hard it drew blood.

I twisted my head away "Ow-w-w!" I yelped.

"Oh. Oh ... Oh Michael! I am sorry. I didn't mean it. Please. I'm sorry. "There were great big crocodile tears on her cheeks.

"Hey-y-y. No big deal." I said pulling my arms out from under her. "Come here!" I held out my arms to her.

You didn't have to be empathic to read Nancy Lee's horniness, but what I read wasn't raging hormones, lust, and love. What I felt was a massive amount of insecurity. Afraid of not finding Mr. Right or getting to have all those babies in a warm loving environment with a man who would love her and treat her with tenderness and respect. I was concerned. Nancy Lee was attractive, insecure, and ready.

For some reason, probably because up until 3 days ago, I had been a father, this struck me as a dangerous situation for her. "I'm afraid for her. She is primed and ready. The first swinging dick that comes along and pays her any attention will have her on her back in no time. I really needed to talk to Catherine about this." I decided.

Meanwhile, she wanted a kiss. But she needs to learn how boys should treat her.

So I said "Nancy Lee?"

She looked up. Her eyes damp.

"Nancy Lee, I just turned 16 they tell me, so we're about the same age. And I don't know many people, but I sure enjoyed talking with you. I was wondering if maybe, after I get out of here, you and me could maybe go out to the movies or something?"

I heard a sharp intake of breath. I felt an "On my God!" from her.

I quickly added, "If it alright with your folks."

There was a little squeal as she hugged my neck.

"Oh my God! I'll have to ask my mom. Oh my God! They haven't let me date yet. Maybe ... I'll have to ask. Oh my God!" She said/thought. It wasn't clear to me which was which. Her words, thoughts, and emotions seemed to merge together as her excitement rose.

She jumped from the bed and said "I'll have to ask!" and ran for the door. Then she stopped, remembering the now empty breakfast tray, ran back, grabbed it, and started to run out again, when I said her name.

"Nancy Lee?"

She stopped again and turned to me. Her face a question.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Now she was puzzled. She had the tray...

" ... your thank you kiss." I said.

Her eyes lit up and she rushed back to the side of the bed and leaned towards me, still holding the tray between us.

I took the tray from her hands and set it back on the table. Then taking her hands in mine I pulled her close and gave her a small kiss on the lips. Then a trail of small kisses back to her ear, where I whispered, "Thank you for feeding me."

She sighed, giggled, and then skipped out of the room telling me "I gotta go call my mom. Now!"

She left the tray.



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Chapter 16


Catherine walked in a few minutes later.

"Good morning Catherine." I said feeling chipper.

She walked to the bed, leaned over and kissed my cheek, "Good morning. You seem in a happy mood this morning. Have you eaten?"

"Yes, I have." I replied, stopping short as I remembered Nancy Lee.

"Well? How did it go?" she asked, waiting.

"Interesting!" I replied, but volunteering nothing else.

"Come on Michael! Don't make me drag it out of you. What happened?" She reprimanded.

I reached up and touched her, sending my thoughts and feelings to her in a push. "I have got to get her to tell me how she is able to do this." I thought.

Catherine thought for just a moment, "I would agree that interesting is the correct description!" her brow furrowed in consideration. "Am I to take it that you asked out a young girl who is primed and ready to explore her sexual side with the first, and I quote 'swinging dick' that come along ... just to protect her?"

"Yes ma'am." I said.

"Well, you're going to have to explain the logic of that one to me. And if you tell me you are doing it just to get some teenaged pussy, I will be very disappointed in you Michael." She said with a frown.

I sighed. "May I ask you something personal? And remember, I am older than you."

Catherine hesitated and nodded.

"I'll give her credit, she didn't ask 'what' before I ask her." Which is a personal pet peeve of mine.

"While you were engaged, did you and grandfather fool around any?" I asked as I watched her closely. On a hunch, I tried to read her while I waited for her to respond.

She blushed! And she was beautiful as she did. I was captivated by her erotic memories of her and a young man, I'll assume is grandfather. I think I blushed too.

I quickly said before she could answer the question, "No. You don't have to answer that!"

"You saw? Even from over there?" she asked tentatively.

I just nodded.

"I'm impressed, Michael. In case you haven't noticed, I have been careful to keep my distance from you. It's a habit I learned from being married to your grandfather. I had to, or I would have gone crazy with him reading me all the time. We both learned that a certain amount of privacy was important for your sanity." She explained.

"I will keep that in mind and try to extend the same courtesy to you. I say try, because at his point, I don't always feel in control." I offered.

"Thank you. However, I will tell you that it has been a while since I have been able to talk freely with someone. After all, if they can read your thoughts and feelings, there's no point in hiding anything, is there? And, after all those years with your grandfather, it is refreshing to be able to do so again."

I smiled. I could tell she wasn't finished.

"Just remember, it can go both ways. If the person is well trained, and I was." She paused again, this time with a mischievous grin on her face. "I'll bring you some rubbers for your shower!"

Zing! The sound hit my mind as her barb hit home. "I'll be damned! Well, she got me there." I thought.

"Touché." I finally said. "And thank you for the reminder about the rubbers."

"You're welcome." She said still grinning. "Now tell me how my adventures with my fiancée and your plans for Nancy Lee are related."

"Catherine, I was just reminding you that we were young once..."

I watched her raise her eyebrows at the word 'we', but went on,

" ... and that God made us to respond to certain stimuli. What you did and what Nancy Lee wants to do, is biologically normal. Intended by our creator. What is irrational is what are minds tell us about it. And they tell us whatever we were programed with, usually by our parents and society. Hence, the problem."

"Somewhere along the way, probably intended as protection, we were told that what is normal is wrong. Never mind how it was rationalized, we were told it was wrong. But saying it was wrong doesn't change millions of years of biological evolution, or what was created by God."

"Now I'm not saying every young person physically capable of reproduction should go out and have a baby, but to deny the fact that they can, is ridiculous. Instead, it should be acknowledged, and then they should be able to ask questions freely, unafraid that just because they ask the question, they will accused of immediately going out and doing it. We, as adults have created this environment for them. And it is this absence of a safe environment to explore our sexuality that is creating so many problems."

"Instead of being able to ask mom or dad... 'Hey folks, what's the big deal about making love?' ... or... 'Why do I feel the need to rub my dick?' ... or... 'What's the white stuff that comes out?' we have created an environment that screams... 'don't let us catch you doing ... whatever.' Or how wrong it is to ask the questions that we need answers to, to understand, and better control ourselves."

"And you know what? Teenagers are not dumb. They want answers and will find those answers somewhere. In the backseat of some jerk's car, under the bleachers after school, in their own bedroom, before the parents get home from work. They can't help it. They're genetically programed to look for those answers. So if we as parents or teachers, or grandparents, or family don't provide the answers, how can we complain when they go somewhere else for them? Or the results of that possibly ill-fated quest with someone even less informed than themselves? Or someone looking to take advantage of that ignorance?"

"Do I wanna fuck Nancy Lee? Not really, she's not my type."

"Will I help Nancy Lee? Yes. By talking with her and demonstrating to her, how men and women should treat each other. With kindness and respect. To teach her that she is in control of her body. And that NO means NO. And if someone disagrees with that, run away."

"But to teach control, you have to give up control. And allow the student to experiment and test what they are learning. And provide a safe environment to do that in. And most important of all, WITHOUT condemnation or recrimination."

"Let's take Nancy Lee as an example. She's physically able to have babies. What she lacks is the emotional maturity that comes with understanding, and experience dealing with it. The way it is now, one day soon, regardless of her up-bringing, the occasion will arise that her biological itches will coincide with the opportunity to have those itches scratched, usually by someone that doesn't give a damn about the other person, or the results. And so, they try to cram what should have taken much longer to learn, all into one lesson in the back of his old man's car."

"On the other hand, if someone that both understands and cares for her, will answer her questions honestly and be willing to help her experiment and find her limits, and not condemn her if her limits are different than mine or yours, thereby helping her discover her sexuality. Then yes, given the right circumstances, I could make love to Nancy Lee."

"But now the issue changes to trusting the teacher. If her parents have fucked up and created this exact scenario, and refuse to acknowledge they have and change radically in the next few weeks or months ... Let me ask you ... who IS going to end up being her teacher?"

"And if you, as Catherine Wagner could chose for her? Who would you choose? Them or me?"

I just stood there. I did not remember getting out of bed. But there I was standing next to the bed, breathing a little harder than usual. It reminded me of a preacher after delivering a sermon that he strongly believed. I leaned forward and touched her hand on the arm of the chair.

"So, she chose me!" I thought with some satisfaction.

"But ... I would rather not be in the position of having to be 'the choice'. Why don't her parents do their job?" I thought. Just a little pissed.

Then the rest hit. For not only had she chosen me for Nancy Lee. But also for Nicky and Jennifer, and maybe any of the other cousins that may want it. The thought staggered me and I slumped back onto the bed, laying across it with my feet still on the floor.

Catherine didn't move, didn't act alarmed, she just looked at me with an amused smile on her face. Then she said to me, "As your granddaddy was fond of saying, "Now we will see if the horse can really pull the cart!"

I groaned. And then climbed into the bed. "Me and my big mouth!" I thought.



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Chapter 17


My lunch arrived, delivered by the bookend from yesterday's lunch. Julie looked cute in her light blue Nurses' Assistant uniform. She should. I thought her sister looked good in it yesterday and they looked alike.

She said 'Hi' to her Aunt Catherine, who pardoned herself and said she was going to 'borrow' Sarah's office for a while.

Then Julie set about getting things ready to feed me. Since she hadn't said anything to me yet, I decided to wait her out. Evidently someone, whose initials were Jennifer Sanders, had clued her in. She hopped up on the bed, and begin to feed me.

I thought "Yep. Jenny must have told her what to do. Strange though. Julie is usually considered the talkative one, but so far, she's had very little to say. I wonder what's going on?"

I begin to read her emotions. " ... so maybe she was right. He's not acting like he did before the accident. I wonder if he really has lost it? I sure wish I could! I still have nightmares about him pinning me down and slobbering all over me. Ugg-g-g. Someone should teach that idiot how to kiss. He didn't have to force me. I would have kissed him anyway, he looks so dreamy. But he's just like all the other boys. All hands. Boys don't have a clue. I wish I could find a boy that kisses like Randi or Jen..."

The 'Randi or Jen ... broke my concentration. "Hey ... How did I just do that without touching her?" I asked myself. Unfortunately, myself didn't have the answer.

So I finally asked, "Julie, are you OK?"

"Yeah." She said flatly.

"Well, if you don't want to do this, I can probably figure out a way to do it myself." I offered.

"I just did it to prove you're lying." She said.

"Lying about what?" I asked.

She slid off the bed, lifted the uniform up and over her head, keeping one arm in it, then she reached up and undid her front closure bra, holding a cup in each hand and opening her arms as wide as the bra would allow, she stood there, not saying a word. A look of challenge on her face.

After I looked at her for a couple of seconds, ok, maybe ten seconds because fifteen year old girls, with pretty faces and figures that just hint at the woman soon to be, are fantastic to look at, I turned to my tray and with both hands concentrated on trying to pick up the spoon.

I heard a muffled sound halfway between a scream and a sob, as she turned and started to the door.

"JULIE!" I barked. She stopped, but kept facing the door, clutching the uniform and her unfastened bra to her chest.

"Peter and Beth are outside that door." I reminded her. "Why don't you go in the bathroom and get yourself straightened out first?"

Maybe ten minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened, and she stood there, staring at me.

I had given up trying to use the spoon, and had picked up the little paper cup the chocolate ice cream came in, and using my tongue, licked most of it out.

"Thank God she had removed the paper lid before she pulled her little stunt. I'd have never got hold of that tiny tab." I thought.

She stood looking at me.

I wasn't sure if she was going to curse at me, or cry, or run. But then she laughed. Not just a polite chuckle, but major guffaws. I looked at her quizzically. But she was laughing harder.

I waited until she slowed down, but as I started to ask her what was so funny? She held up her hand and went to the drawer and pulled a small mirror from the toilet kit, holding it so I could see myself. Well my mouth and nose anyway. They were covered in chocolate.

I didn't say a word. But I starred at her a moment, then grinned and crossed my eyes. She started laughing again.

I just sat there as she went back to the bathroom, and returned with a warm washcloth and a towel. She gently washed the ice cream from my face, then patted it dry with a towel. "You need a shave." She said.

"Probably". I replied. For someone so talkative, she sure wasn't wasting many of them on me today.

"Can I do it?" she asked.

"I don't know. Can I trust someone who hates me, with a razor this close to my neck?" I smiled, but I was not happy about the way this lunch was going.

"I don't hate you!" she said and hesitated, "well, I did. But I don't think I do now."

She blushed, and lowered her eyes. She had hopped up on the bed again to wash my face. Looking back up she sighed..."I don't know. I mean I was mad after what you did. Then you went and got hurt, and I felt guilty, and then I got mad. And then Jen was all happy when she came home and she said you had changed and she believed you really lost your memory and I had to come and so I came 'cause I wanted to prove you were faking it and lying to the doctor and everything."

She paused to catch her breath after the longest sentence of the whole meal, maybe the longest ever.

"And the verdict is... ?" I asked.

She looked conflicted.

I withheld reading her. I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with her right now. I waited.

"Oh Michael! I don't know. You seem nothing like you were. Do you really not remember what you did to me?" she cried.

I took pity on her. "No honey, I don't. But if it was as awful as you say, I am sorry. Do you want to tell me about it?"

"You ... you tried to RAPE me! You don't remember? She was balling now.

Beth came in the room. I'm sure she heard Julie's wails.

"Ms. Dickson, would you get my grandmother? Please." I asked urgently. "I think she's in Sarah's office."

"Ok, Michael. Is she alright?" She looked at Julie still balling.

"Yes. Would you get het her mother too?" I asked.

As we waited for Catherine and Sarah, her wails diminished to heart-wrenching sobs. Finally, they came through the door, Sarah going straight for Julie. Catherine stood looking at me, then went to the other side of the bed, saying nothing, but resting her hand on my bare arm. I felt her shudder as she got to the 'rape' word.

Sarah had been trying to get Julie to quit crying, with only marginal success. Now Julie was saying I shouldn't have called for her.

"Julia Louise Sanders! What is going on?" Sarah asked sternly.

"Well..." she said through quivering lips, " ... we were talking and I said I didn't believe he lost his memory..."

"Tell us about the rape." Catherine said.

"Rape? What rape?" Sarah started. "Did someone rape you?" Who..."

"Sarah!" Catherine said sharply. "Give her a chance to talk."

Slowly, Catherine got the story out of her. Sarah was beside herself, angry, anxious, and concerned for her little girl. Catherine remained calm as she questioned the crying Julie. It seems that the old Michael had come on to her, and she responded by flirting, eventually naked to the waist, with him on top of her, trying to kiss her.

Finally, Catherine asked her again "did Michael touch you on your genitals?"

"No Ma'am"

"Then he didn't penetrate your vagina with his penis or his fingers, or anything else?"

"No, Ma'am.

"Was he naked below the waist?"

"No, Ma'am.

"Were you naked below the waist?"

"No, Ma'am.

"So let me get this straight, he removed your swimsuit straps from your shoulders, then pushed you down on the pool chair, and tried to kiss you? Is that correct?"

"Ugh-h ... not exactly. I ... uh ... I took my swim suit off my shoulder, to ... uh ... tease him a little. I didn't know he would attack me!" she said, burying her face in her hands.

Catherine didn't look at Julie, or me. She turned to stare at Sarah.

"Sarah. Now do you see what I was telling you about 'safe' environments to explore their sexuality in?" Catherine said with some small exasperation in her voice.

Sarah did not respond. But you could tell she was thinking.

Catherine continued, "Take Julie in the bathroom and help her freshen up, then you and I are going to talk about this. With both of them."

When they left, she looked at me and said "I know. You told me so." She sighed. "It appears my grandson was worse than I thought."

When they returned, Catherine began. "Julie. There is no excuse for what Michael did, pushing you down and trying to kiss you, after you revealed your breasts to him. What do you think should happen to him for it? How should he be punished?"

Julie didn't answer, shrugging her shoulders.

Catherine continued, "Before you decide his punishment, consider this. While what he did was wrong, falsely accusing someone of rape is just as wrong.

"When you get home, you will go to your Dad and ask him what the punishment is for falsely accusing someone of rape in Tennessee. Then you will report it to me..."

"Now. How do you want Michael punished for what he actually did?" Asked Catherine.

"I don't want him punished. And I don't want to be punished. We were just fooling around and got carried away."

"Julie, you just can't wave a red flag in front of a bull, and expect him not to charge." Sarah said.

"Or get mad at him if he does!" Catherine added.

I had thought about this. Julie needs to really know in order to trust me ever again. "Ok Michael, It's time for the truth. At least part of it, anyway." I thought.

I finally spoke. "Julie, even though I don't remember it happening, I'm sorry it did. Because anything that would cause you to hate me, hurts me even more. I can't take what I did away from your mind, but to better help you understand me now, will you touch my fingers? Please?"

When she did, I sent her memories of various things that I had of the hospital including kissing Laurie and Jennifer. All the way back to waking up, then I cut everything off. Black, dark.

I opened my eyes. "Now you know my whole life. Well, most of it." I said.

Her eyes were wide. "How did you do that?" she cried. "Is it true mom? Is it?"

Sarah thought Julie was referring to my ability.

"Julie. Julie. Calm down and I'll explain. Apparently, whatever happened in the accident caused Michael to be able to feel other people's feelings and it seems he has also discovered how to share his feeling with others." Sarah explained. "It's called being empathic."

"What you saw, Julie, were my feelings about what happened to me." I added.

"By the way, your mom doesn't know yet. But you can tell her congratulations!"

Sarah looked confused.

"Oh mom! I am so excited for you!" Julie yelled and lunged for her mom.

"For what?" asked Sarah as Julie smothered her with her hug.

"My new sisters! Of course! Oh my God! Oh My God! Sisters!"

"Sisters? As in more than one? ... That's twins?" Sarah stated, working the logistics out as she went along. "Girls? Oh my God! How do you know?"

"So that's where she gets it from." I realized as I heard the 'oh-my-god' from Sarah.

Deciding to see if I could save her some questions, I touched her, giving her what I had given Julie.

Sarah's eyes flew open.

Catherine went into action. Taking Sarah's hand, she led her from the room. "You and I need to talk." Then over her shoulder to Julie and I, "You two stay here. We'll be back."

Julie watched her mom and Catherine leave, then turned to me. She was still holding my fingers and had seen, for the second time, while I was showing her mom, my past few days.

"How... ?"

"I don't know. It was just there when I woke up." I answered.

"Uh ... about the ... uh ... rape thing, I am so ... so sorry! She reached over to hug me, tears forming again.

My heart went out to her and I pulled her to me.

"She sure is one emotional package of dynamite! But she's a beautiful package, with a heart of pure gold! Don't you fall in love with her!" I thought to myself. Then added, " ... but it may be too late! Oh well."

She raised her head to look at me..."Dynamite huh?"

I was stunned! She had sensed me!

"Oh. And-by-the-way ... I think I've already fallen for you!" she giggled.

We lay there together, waiting on Catherine and her mom to return. Julie was reveling in the steady supply of warm emotions coming from me, while I was marveling at her complex inner core. She was different from Grace in that things were more jumbled than Grace's. Could that be the difference in age? Or maybe the difference in life experiences or maturity. I detected struggle in both of their emotional make-ups. But while Grace's seemed more defined, Julie's struggles were more like undefined chaos.

A guy's complexity lies in our priorities. Do we want food, or fun, or sex? Or do we want sex, or food, or fun? That's easy! We'll take all three, Thank you!

Girl's complexities encompass everything. There are questions and options on every single decision they have to make. I was captivated as I watched the process evolve in Julie.

"Are she and Jennifer the reason I'm here?" I wondered. But I already knew in my heart that I would do whatever I could to help them.



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Chapter 18


Julie was still sitting on the bed with me when there was a commotion in the hall. The door banged open and in tumbled a giggling mass of blond.

"Holy Shit! This whole family is blond! I wonder what color my hair is?" I wondered.

"It's dark blond. Kinda sandy really. You used to be blonder when you were little." Julie said.

I was so surprised she had heard my thought, it took a minute for her words to register.

Since I knew Nicky and Jennifer, and the other three were very similar in appearance, allowing for the slight age difference, I assumed they were my cousins. The two youngest ones were fourteen year old twin sisters of Sarah's twin, Debbie. And the third was Jennifer and Julie's older sister.

But before I could say a word, there was a scream

"JU-LEE-E-E ... No-o-o-o! Don't you dare! How COULD you?

Everyone froze as Jennifer, standing in the doorway, began to cry.

I slid Julie off of me and the bed, swung my legs to the floor and taking two steps, hugged her to me.

"Jenny," I said softly. "Listen to me sweetheart." But she wouldn't stop crying.

I turned and grabbed Julie's hand with my fingers and pulling her to Jennifer. I looked at Julie and asked "Ready?"

She looked confused, then seeing where I was headed, smiled real big and nodded.

Holding on to both of them, I begin to slowly share with Jenny and Julie, my 'memory' of waking up from the coma. Then moved to yesterday's lunch with Jenny, then to this morning's breakfast with Nancy Lee. I followed with my 'sermon' to Catherine, and then lunch with Julie, right up to the girls all coming through the door a few moments ago. I had moved slowly and carefully, amazed that if I took my time and focused, I could control exactly which parts to share.

But, I discovered, while it takes very little energy to read someone, it takes LOTS of energy to share myself with someone. As I finished, I begin to stagger, and reached back for the bed. I leaned against it for a second, and glanced around the room.

The other three were staring with their eyes wide.

Nicky just stared at me. "Oh-oh! Is that the green-eyed monster rearing its head? "I thought.

Jenny squealed! "I can't believe you showed him your tits!"

Julie blushed, "Me either. I was trying to get him to react like before."

"And Nancy Lee, all she talked about all day was Michael. At least now I understand why she was trying so hard to call her mom." Said laughed Jenny.

"O-o-o-o! Can you believe mom's pregnant?" Asked Julie.

"WITH TWINS!" the both screamed together!

This broke the other girls' spell and they were all talking at once.

I turned and climbed in the bed and settled back with a sigh.

"It's moments like this," I smiled to myself, "that I love being me!"

The next hour or so was spent with six teenage females talking to each other simultaneously, and remarkably, understanding everything all the others were saying.

"Talk about remarkable talents!" I thought. "That's really more impressive than what I can do."

It didn't take long, until they broke their huddle and surrounded the bed.

"I wonder who will be elected spokeswoman?" I thought to myself. "At this point, I don't have a clue."

They gathered quietly, nobody speaking. Then one of the ones I hadn't met yet said, "Michael, would you please tell us how you did that?"

"Respectful? Not bad! I'm surprised that they didn't just demand that I tell them." I thought.

Now, if you put an audience of 6 in front of any performer, they can't help but preform. Make it an audience of six very pretty teenage girls in front of a 16 year old, hormone ladened male, and a performance is inevitable.

I touched the spokesperson, It was Randi. Randi was Jennifer and Julie's big sister.

I said, "Hello Randi. I'm Michael. I'm introducing myself because, to my memory, we have never met. However, I see that you have met the old Michael, and I am sorry he, or I, as the case may be, was a total jerk. The incident with the firecracker was inexcusable."

"So! You do remember!" She accused.

"No. YOU remember." I shot back. "I simply read your memory. By-the-way, who is Keith Williamson? And does he really have a Partridge Family poster in his bedroom?"

"KEITH WILLIAMSON!" You were in his bedroom?" squealed both sets of twins.

"Does his mom know you were in his bedroom?" Asked Jennifer.

"His mom? Does OUR mom know you were in his bedroom?" Asked Julie.

Randi was blushing by now. I touched one of the others.

"Hello Candace. May I call you Candy?" I asked. Or should I call you 'Sugar-lips' like Wesley Cowan did? At least before he tried to get you to put them somewhere you didn't want to!"

While she hung her head and the others made various comments designed to further her embarrassment, I quickly touched the remaining twin.

"By process of elimination, you have to be Amanda. May I call you Mandy?"

I looked her in the eye, and waited for her response. What I was really doing was buying time, trying to decide. The others grew quiet, waiting to see how I would tease Mandy.

"Mandy, does anyone in this room know?" I asked

She hung her head. I could feel the guilt eating her alive. Donald Kirkland, whoever he was, was gonna get the shit beat out of him when I got out of the hospital. I let her feel my rage.

"How did you do that?" Randi asked again.

"What about Nicky? Asked Candy with a mischievous grin.

"I'll explain that in a minute, as for Nicky, she can share her experience it if she wants." I said.

I turned to Julie and asked "Would you see if Beth or Peter could locate Grandmother?"

She got an apprehensive look on her face like 'Oh. No. Here we go again!' and looked to Mandy. I touched Julie and she immediately headed to the door. I thought I heard voices talking, and then she returned a moment later.

"Beth said to stay here. She sent Peter." She replied.

"OK." I said. "I need to ask you and Jenny a question. Would you mind if I showed your sister and cousins what I showed both of you earlier? I'm not doing it to embarrass you. This is important, especially for Mandy."

They looked at Mandy. Julie said "OK." Jennifer just nodded slowly.

"Alright. Randi, Mandy, Candy..."

"What about me?" Nicky asked.

"And Nicky." I amended. "When I woke up Monday morning, there was a strange feeling in my head. But since I couldn't remember anything, I didn't think anything about it. Over time, I begin to notice that I could sense the emotions of certain people when they touched me. The more it happened, the more I could sense, until I was also sensing thoughts connected to those feelings."

I could sense their skepticism.

"This morning, by accident, I discovered I could also 'send' or 'share' my emotions with others. I do not understand what all is happening, and I do not know why it happen. I can only assume it has something to do with the accident, because Grandmother Catherine says I couldn't do this before."

Catherine and Sarah entered and stood quietly behind the girls. Thank goodness they hadn't left yet.

"What I am about to do is share some of my memories with you. Jennifer and Julie have already experienced this." I turned and smiled at Jenny, then Julie. "And they have graciously allowed me to share them with you. I am doing it because in horsing around with you all a moment ago, I discovered something that unfortunately is not a joke. This is serious, which is why I asked for Grandmother and Sarah to join us."

Catherine stepped forward and laid her hand on me. I dumped the last half hour for her. I hoped she got it.

Sarah stepped up to touch me as I said, "It would help me to show you better, if you each touched me. Remember, we are all family here. And what I share with you, I do so because you are my family, and maybe it can help. But whatever happens, please keep this in the family."

They were all touching me now. Nobody said a word. I closed my eyes and focused as I replayed what I had played for Jennifer and Julie earlier.

There were gasps as I added the part about Donald Kirkland. They were all reaching out to Amanda as I lay there, now totally wiped out. I went to sleep.



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Chapter 19


The room was dark.

"Oh, oh! I slept through dinner again." Was my first thought. "That sucks! ' Cause I'm starved!"

"Bea sent you something. Do you feel like eating?" Came her voice.

"Hell yes!" I said.

She came into the light. She was wasn't wearing her uniform, but a cream colored lace blouse with buttons down the front and a dark wine colored skirt that came to her knee, with a small slit in front. The blouse was unbuttoned far enough to allow a generous view of the tops of her breasts. She wore a wide ribbon in her hair, the same color as her skirt. The confusion of her being out of uniform must have shown on my face.

"Bea and I are off tonight. But when Sarah called and said they needed someone to watch you, I said I'd love to. She wanted me to clock in, but I told her I wanted to do this as a friend, not an employee."

"I am your friend, aren't I, Michael?" Sydney asked.

I reached for her hand.

"Always and forever." I said softly. I let my feelings for her pour out as she touched me, and she sighed.

"Here you go," she set the aluminum foil covered plate on my tray. "Let's see what Bea sent. She's such a great cook." Sydney suggested.

She talked as she fed me, telling me about her day, and her plans for the next couple of days since she was off. She told me of how Little Kenny did at the market earlier, and their plans to go to the zoo in Knoxville tomorrow. When she called Bea about watching Little Kenny for the evening so she could come sit with me, Bea had fixed me a plate for her to bring.

She talked about little details of her life and things coming up. Just general table-talk any normal couple might have. I asked her about how she decided on becoming a nurse.

"I wanted to help people. When I first came here, the only opening was on the pediatric floor, and it didn't take long until I fell in love with the kids."

"So you've been here, on this floor the whole time?" I asked.

"Yeah. It gets tough sometimes, like the burn patient in 415. He's always in such pain, and I feel so sorry for him sometimes, it actually hurts." She paused. "But he will recover, it just takes time. It's the kids with terminal diseases that really get to you though. Some of them won't make it. It's probably the hardest part of the job. All we can do is try and make them as comfortable as possible."

I was silent, thinking of how depressing that would make me to deal with death like that every day.

"But there is always hope!" she said. "And kids seem to deal with it better than a lot of adults. Especially the parents."

When I finished, she cleaned off the tray and asked, "You up to taking a walk?"

"That sounds like fun." I said with a big grin.

"Good." She said. She brought out a robe and slippers. "These were Kenny's. He hardly ever wore them. You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all." I said as I slipped them on.

She took my hand and led me out the door. Peter was one of the two on duty and looked up surprised, until he recognized Sydney in street clothes.

"We're just going to walk the floor a little." She told him.

Peter nodded and fell in behind me. I put my hand on her arm and said, "Lead the way."

As we walked the hall, if she saw an open door, she would lead me in and introduce me to the patients and we would talk while we exchanged diagnoses. One little girl, about 10 or 11 years old, had her leg in a long cast, elevated in a sling over the bed. She had had a wreck on her bicycle, and broken it in the fall.

She had flowers and stuffed animals all around the room and told me each animal's name and who had given it to her. She asked me to sign a stuffed wiener dog that already had more than a dozen signatures on it. She said she had everyone who visited her sign it. So I did.

There was an eight year old boy in another room, who had a rash over most of his body. He had gotten into poison ivy and was trying to keep from scratching all the time. He was going home tomorrow.

Finally she led me into Stevie's room. Stevie was 14. And tall and lanky. His head was completely bald, but his eyes lit up when I walked in. He told me about his leukemia, and the horrible treatments. His doctors were optimistic about his recovery, but he was discouraged about how long the treatments were taking. I saw he had Robert Heinlein's 'Stranger in a Strange Land' and asked him about it. We started talking and I found he was a big science fiction fan, and really got animated when I asked if he watched 'Lost in Space' or 'Star Trek' on TV.

We must have talked for over thirty minutes before I noticed Sydney was no longer in the room. So changing the subject, I asked about his parents.

He became sad. "Oh they're asleep. They feel like they need to stay with me, but don't have the money for a motel. And we live too far away to drive back and forth a lot, so they sleep in my dad's pickup when he comes, or mom just sleeps in the chair when he has to work. He's got a cover on the back of the pickup and they have sleeping bags. They say it's like camping out, but I worry about them out there in the parking lot. I'm not sure they're getting much rest. They seem so tired all the time. They try not to let me see it, but I can."

"Michael." Sydney said softly. "I need to get you back to your room and let Stevie get some rest."

"Aw-w-w! I'm not tired." Stevie claimed. But I could see Sydney was right, so I said good night and wished him luck.

"I hope you get your memory back soon, Michael. And you get those damn casts off soon too." He said.

Sydney looked at me with a frown at the curse word. I just shrugged. We walked back to my room.

"Peter," I asked when we reached the room, "Can I call Grandmother from my room?"

"I don't see why not." He said. "Would you like me to dial it for you?"

He came in with us and dialed the phone, handing me the receiver when it begin to ring, and went back to the hall.

When Catherine answered, I told her what I wanted to do, and asked her how to make it happen. She said she would call me back in a few minutes. I appreciated her for not questioning my reasons for doing it, or fuss at me for spending the money.

Sydney stood beside the bed and looked at me. "I can't believe you're only sixteen sometimes. Do you really think it can work?"

"I don't know but it's worth a shot." I replied.

We talked about Stevie and his parents. She told me how one or both of them had been with him for over two weeks, and she had wondered how they would make it for four more weeks of treatments that Stevie had to endure.

The phone rand and I picked it up. Catherine told me what to do, but I asked her to wait and handed the phone to Sydney. "Would you like to handle this part? Please?"

Sydney listened for a moment then reached for her purse. Pulling out a pen and paper, she scribbled furiously. "OK. " She paused. "I think this is wonderful. I'll take care of it. And Catherine, Thank you. They are so deserving of a break. This is so fantastic of you." She listened again. Then said, "OK. I will." And hung up.

Sydney then called the nurses' station and asked them to let her know when Stevie's parents returned. "Oh. They are? Great! I'll be right there."

"Do you want to go with me? She asked.

"I think I'll stay here and just let you handle it, if that's alright. I don't want to embarrass them." I said.

"OK. That might be best." She said. "I'll be back in a few minutes." And she left humming excitedly.

She returned about a half hour later.

"You should have seen it! They were stunned and reluctant to accept it at first, but when I told them it was from the Wagner Foundation, and how they couldn't refuse it without it going to waste, they finally agreed. Stevie's dad was relieved that his wife would now have a Bed-n-Breakfast place to stay that was close by. And when I told them the owner would shuttle her back and forth any time she wanted, they were in tears. I cried too! But when I told them about the endowment, his mom just broke down and cried."

"I did like Catherine said and told them that the $10,000 was to be used for family expenses incurred because of the hardship. When it finally sunk in, they couldn't thank me enough. I kept telling them I didn't do anything, I was just the messenger, but they thanked me anyway. I told them the Foundation would contact them tomorrow with all the details."

She sat there beaming, and I just basked in her effervescence.

"You are so-o wonderful Michael." She cried. "Thank you!" She climbed up on the bed straddling me, her skirt hiking up so far I could see the color of her panties, and holding my face in both hands, kissed me, passionately.

Finally she broke the kissed and looked at me. "How's about a shower?"

"Oh yeah!" I replied remembering my last shower with her.

"Great! While you do that, I'll change your bed. It looks like they got busy today and never got it done."

My face fell in disappointment, which I quickly tried to hide from her. If she saw, she said nothing as she taped the plastic bags over my casts.

As I headed to the bathroom, she said, "Oh. And when you get through, I brought you some clean pajamas. It's the only other pair he owned. I don't think he ever slept in them though." She laughed as she remembered.

"Well that's good. At least she's able to talk about him without crying." I realized. I went to take my shower.

It's a bitch trying to wash yourself with your hands wrapped in plastic bags, let alone the damn casts. So basically, I just rinsed real good. As I turned off the water and pushed back the curtain, she was standing there with a towel.

"Turn around. I'll get your back." She said, and proceeded to dry me. Then taking my hand, she led me to the now flatten bed and pulled back the clean covers. I was just about to ask for the pajamas, when she started unbuttoning her blouse. I simply stared as she slowly undressed for me.

"Sydney ... I..." I started to speak.

She put her finger gently to my lips.

"Shhh ... later" she said ever so softly.

The last time we had fucked! Wild, animalistic, sex. Filled with need and desire. Pure lust at its most inflamed.

This time, we made love. Slow, passionate, and again filled with need and desire. But this time it was the need to give. The desire to share ourselves with each other.

Afterwards, we lay there, languid in repose. Her head nestled in the crook of my arm, and her leg draped over mine. The sound of her breathing filled my ears. The smells of our spent passion filled my nostrils. The beat of her heart, so close to mine, filled my soul.

We never did talk. Not with words. We didn't have to.

I slept.



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Chapter 20


May 20, 1971 – Thursday

"Good morning, sweetheart." She said softly in my ear.

She was standing beside the bed. The gray light of dawn was showing around the closed blinds. She smelled fresh, like she had just showered. She was dressed in what she had on last night. She looked beautiful.

"They need to come in and take your vitals. And I need to get home."

I suddenly realized that the nurses had not entered the room all night to check on me.

I raised my eyebrows in question. She blushed.

"Catherine arranged it last night with David." She said, then added, "She is really a special person, isn't she?"

I nodded. "Very!"

She leaned close and kissed me on the tip of my nose. "You are a very special person too!" she said so softly I had to strain to hear.

"Damn! I should have 'read' her. I must still be half asleep." I thought.

"I have to go, Michael. I don't know if I'll see you again." I heard the tears in her voice as she continued to whisper in my ear. I wanted to raise my arms and hug her tightly to me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to know for sure it was over. I wanted to hang on to my illusions, that despite the difference in years we could work something out. To hang on to my hope of being with her somehow. So I kept my arms at my side so I couldn't read her, my eyes closed so she wouldn't see my tears.

"Thank you, for saving my life." I heard Sydney say. Then silence. I didn't hear her leave. My tears must have blocked the sound.

The morning routine started a little later. I don't remember who or what. My mind was on Sydney.

"Will I ever see her again?" I wondered. "At least she can get on with her life now." The thought brought me some happiness.

The NA this morning was Regina. She would be 16 next month and would be a junior next year. She said she had been a NA for 8 months and was looking forward to going to Nursing School when she graduated. She was nice, and we had a good time chatting about her growing up in a small town. I didn't read her, "I don't think I can handle it right now." I thought.

She changed the bed while I sat in the big chair. The she gathered up the tray and dirty linens and turned to me. "I'm glad I got to meet you. All the nurses said you were nice..." she hesitated, then continued..."Do I get a kiss too, for feeding you?" she said hopefully.

I stood up, facing her. The tray and dirty linens still in her hands, between us. I leaned over slightly and brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. Then touching my lips to her ear, I kissed it.

"Thank you Regina." I whispered. Then trailing my lips down her cheek, I kissed her full on the mouth. I felt her tongue touch my lips and so I parted them slightly. Her tongue darted inside. I played with it lightly with my teeth, then stuck my tongue between her lips and ran it lightly over her teeth.

"Wow! This girl is hot!" I realized. So I kissed her with all the passion that she had generated in me, adding some erotic images of me licking her nipples for good measure. She climaxed.

"Where were all these girls on my first time through?" I wondered as I pulled back and held her as she swayed.

She did that thing girls can do to shake the hair out of her eyes, because her hands were still full. I could tell she was seriously debating setting down the tray and trying that kiss again. I reached for the errant strand of hair in her eyes and pushed it gently behind her ear.

"Thank you, again. Regina." And sat back down in the chair.

"You are very welcome!" She sighed as she left.

Catherine came bustling in a short time later, looking like she was on a schedule this morning, but stopped when she saw me setting in the chair, the blue cloud of funk that surrounded me was almost visible.

"Michael?" she asked. "Are you OK?"

I nodded, "Good Morning Catherine."

"May I?" she asked as she reached out her hand to me.

I nodded again, and gave her everything, including last night with Sydney. And this morning.

"Oh my!" she said, and blushed slightly. Then she looked at me. "You are truly a beautiful man, Michael. That was a good thing you did for Sydney. I watched how she took care of you every day, always smiling, but with that sadness hanging over her. I think it's gone now, thanks to you." She paused thinking private thoughts, and then continued, "Would you like to do something to thank her?"

"Like flowers, or candy, or something?" I asked not comprehending.

Catherine chuckled, "Well ... I was thinking more along the lines of a scholarship for Little Kenny, when he gets older." She smiled. "After all, you will soon be one of the wealthiest men in the world!"

"Holy double shit!" I thought.

I looked at Catherine, the implications still not sinking in. "Please. Would you explain that last remark?"

"Oh Michael ... I'll go through it with you shortly. Right now, I have to talk to you about Dr. Carter."

"Dr. Carter is a leading authority on head traumas and comas. We are flying her in this morning. She should be landing any minute and will come straight to the hospital. I wanted to talk to you about your 'gift' before she got here."

She paused, gathering her thoughts, then continued. "Michael, I have seen you do more good to more people in the three days you have been here, than anyone I've ever seen."

"Now don't get me wrong, your grandfather did lots of good things. The Wagner Foundation is a large philanthropic foundation your grandfather started many years ago to assist the less fortunate. That's where the help for Stevie's family and the scholarship for Kenny Hutsell will come from. But, except for me, I don't ever recall him letting anyone know what he could do."

She sighed and begin speaking again. "I am torn, and don't know how to advise you. Forgive me please, for when I look at you, I see a very handsome young man, but I don't see my grandson anymore. He is gone."

She had a tear in the corner of her eye, so I got up and retrieved the box of tissues from the bedside table.

"Thank you. And I forget that in a way, you are older than I am, so it is hard for me to keep it all straight sometimes. As I said I am torn. I have seen you use and develop your powers beyond anything I ever saw your grandfather do. Is it because you are not afraid to use it like he was, or is it that you simply have more of whatever it is?"

"Either way, Catherine, I know it's there and I also know I have to explore it more. I don't think I could stop if I wanted to." I said.

"And therein lies the problem. Dr. Carter is no adolescent school girl, Michael. She one of the best head doctors in the world. If she finds out the whole story and the extent of your powers, she will want to study it and publish it. You could be taken away from us, and never seen again. Or even worse kidnapped by a government, friendly or not, and forced to work for them. Your talents would be in high demand. They would keep you locked up, just to keep someone else from getting you. And if you refused to cooperate, they could threaten to harm your sister or the rest of the family."

I sat quietly contemplating. "What she's saying is true. I hadn't thought about it before now." I thought.

"What do you know about this Dr. Carter?" I asked.

"Only that she is supposed to be one of the best head trauma doctors in the world." Catherine said.

"Why her? Who selected her?" I asked.

"I don't know. The board is taking care of it." She then added, "I had hoped to discuss this later, when we have more time. But you need to know it now ... In a little less than two years, on your eighteenth birthday, you will take control of the 9th largest, privately held company in the US. I don't have time to give you the details now, but be warned that the stakes are high when it comes to you."

Then looking at me again, she added, "Of course that also means you have access to many more resources than the average teenager. " She smiled at this.

I begin to think. I was still in the big chair. Catherine sat on the end of my bed. After a moment I asked "Catherine, could we get some coffee in here?"

I was still on my first cup when Dr. Carter walked in. She tossed me a rubber ball as she walked to the bed. I caught it one handed, my cup of coffee in the other.

"Good!" she said. "His motor skills seem to be fine." "Do you remember how much 7 times 9 is?"

"63." I stated while reading her, then proceeded to answer her unasked questions, "And the symbol for water is H2O. The sun rises in the east and the state capitol of California is Sacramento. There are 13 bars and 50 stars on the American Flag. The cotton gin was invented by Eli Whitney and the telephone by Alexander Graham Bell. Pythagoras' theorem states that the square of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides. The state flower of Tennessee is the Iris." I paused, then added " ... and the school colors for Boston University are maroon and gold."

She paused for a moment realizing what I had done. The last one piqued her curiosity a little. It wasn't on her list. She had done her pre-med at Boston University.

She held out her hand, "Good morning Michael. I'm Doctor Anna Carter."

I took her hand in mine and did a quick read. Finding what I sought, I begin feeding her intensely erotic images of her and me lying in a hammock under the palm trees on a tropical beach. It was her fantasy. I just embellished it a little.

My hands were gently stroking her body, which she had envisioned clad in a rather conservative swimsuit, even for 1971. I substituted a modest 21st century one. I slipped one hand under the material covering her breast, and tweaked her nipple. Then moving it aside, I leaned down and licked around it. Leaving her nipple alone and exposed, I then kissed her softly on the neck, just below her ear. I worked my way, with nibbles and kisses, to her armpit, then down the side of her left breast. There, I lifted it gently and licked the underside up to but not touching the nipple, then started up the valley between her breasts. Next I gently licked all around her areola, which was dark brown, and finally I licked her nipple, which was also dark brown, before gently nipping it with my teeth, and then taking as much of her breast around her nipple as I could, I sucked it into my mouth and nursed for several moments, pulling it away from her body. When it reached as far as I could pull it without causing her pain, I let go with a smack.

"Good morning Anna. I'm Michael Wagner." I said with a mischievous grin on my face.

Dr. Anna Carter just stood there staring at me, her hand still in mine. Her erect nipples were poking through her blouse, and I knew her panties were wet. Using thoughts without words, I thought to her "I said Good Morning, Anna!"

"Oh!" she said aloud.

Catherine moved to the other side of the bed and placed her hand on my shoulder, she wanted to know what was going on. "Anna," I thought, "May I introduce my grandmother and guardian, Mrs. Catherine Wagner. Catherine, this is Dr. Anna Carter."

"How..." Anna started to sputter. Clearly she was not prepared for this.

"Shh-h, Anna, listen to me. First I'll show Catherine what she missed. She loves a good fantasy." I thought to them with a chuckle. I replayed her fantasy slowly with my embellishments. And I let Anna feel Catherine's reaction. Catherine was cool and thought to Anna, "O-o-o-o with my grandson, and him a minor. Tsk-tsk, doctor!" Anna flushed and tried to pull her hand away. I held on to it.

"Now that everyone knows everything that has happened since you arrived, Anna, I am going to give you my life history. Well, at least what I can remember." And chuckled again at my pun.

I played it most of it, editing only slightly, from me waking up in the hospital, to her walking through the door, including my conversation with Catherine just prior to her arrival.

Dr. Carter slumped to my bed. I slid out the other side, walked around the bed, and lifting her legs to make her more comfortable, noticed them for the first time. "Whoa! Not bad for a thirty one year old." I thought. I looked at her face, and realized she hadn't passed out, she was just overwhelmed. She was watching me thru half closed eyes, her muscles were still, but her eyes never left me. I smiled at her. Then went to the big chair and collapsed.

Catherine stood by the bed, appraising what I had done, then, a slight grin crossed her lips.

Looking at me she said "Tell me why you did that. Tell her about your gift, I mean. Now she knows all about it."

"Well, I'm kinda shooting from the hip here, Catherine, but I figured that if she turns me over to the government, I'll refuse to cooperate without her present. So if I'm locked away, she will be too.

"Given what I have experienced here this morning, I can't say that idea is not without its attractive side." Anna said. "And although I detest being manipulated, I can certainly see the position you're in. But I'm curious, why didn't you just try to bluff your way out and say nothing?"

"Come on Doctor, the moment I met you, I knew you were too smart for that. And I'll bet that once you get a whiff of something, you're like an old hound with a bone. You won't turn loose for nothing. Right?"

She smiled. "I guess..."

"There's no guess work. You know you are tenacious. How else could you have completed your doctorate in psychiatry by the age of 24? And with a minor in neuropathology?" I asked rhetorically.

Then continued, "And besides, you work for the CIA."

Catherine looked alarmed, but Anna just laughed, saying "I guess all the cards are on the table now."

She sat up on the bed. "What's wrong with you?" she asked looking at me.

"Just tired. What I did, takes a lot of energy. And I'm pretty out of shape."

Turning to Catherine, she said. "Let me get this straight. Six weeks ago, Michael was in a suspicious automobile accident which killed his parents and injured him in such a way as to place him in a coma. After five weeks in a coma, he woke up with emphatic abilities he did not have before and no memories prior to waking up. He has spent the last 4 days under questionable medical care, given his doctor tried to kill him for reasons unknown, but probably not because of his empathic tendencies. And it's likely that there is a still a plot to kill him and possibly other members of his immediate family."

She paused, "Am I right so far?"

Catherine nodded, "Yes."

"On top of that, yesterday, I was asked by Wallace Hudgins, a friend of my father's and the Managing Director of one of the largest privately held corporations in America, to drop everything and go evaluate the founder's grandson at a hospital down in Tennessee. My father then made it almost impossible for me to refuse, and so now, I find myself tied to a wealthy, hypersexual, 16 year old Empath, with a heretofore, unheard of skill set, and an unknown enemy that could strike at any time."

This time, she looked at me. "Does that about sum it up?"

"Well, I don't know about the 'hypersexual' part, but the rest is accurate." I grinned.

Catherine said, "If the shoe fits..." and laughed. Then she asked Dr. Carter, "What now?"

"Are you hiring me as his doctor of record?" she asked Catherine.

"How do I do that? Hire you, I mean?"

"Your word is good enough for me. The hospital will need to be notified." Said Anna.

Catherine said, "I'll call Sarah. She's the head of nursing for the hospital. She is also my niece and Michael's cousin."

"Is she the one that's pregnant?" Asked Anna.

"Yes." Catherine replied.

Catherine had the phone to her ear a moment later. "Sarah, can you come to Michael's room and bring his file. I've hired a new doctor and I want you to meet her. "She listened to the voice on the other end. "That's right, a head trauma specialist. She wants to see his records. OK, we'll be here..."

Catherine turned to Anna "she's on the way." Then added. "You are now the doctor of record. Sarah is on her way with the files."

"Good. Now I need to look at your records, and maybe get some tests ordered. She saw my look of apprehension. "Just standard medical stuff. I need to know how fast I can get you out of here and to safety."

The phone rang. Catherine answered it then handed it to Dr. Carter. "It's for you."

The mostly one sided conversation went on for a several minutes with Dr. Carter responses confined to 'yes', 'no', or a couple of times 'OK."

Then she asked "How much time do we have?"

Her face was grave as she hung up the phone.

Sarah came in at that moment, carrying my records. She handed them to Catherine, who handed them to Dr. Carter.

"Sarah," I said. "This is Dr. Carter."

Then, "Anna, this is my cousin, Sarah Sanders, Head of Nursing."

Anna studied my file for a moment. "M-m-m ... he seems ok to travel." She said.

"Now," Dr. Carter became serious. "There has been a change of plans. We have to get Michael and all the rest of your families out of here, as fast as possible!"

"O my god!" Said Sarah.

"Oh my!" gasped Catherine.

I just looked at Anna, trying to think of an excuse to touch her. I wanted to know what was going on in her head.

She looked at me and said. "Michael, I know you want to know what's going on. But I am not ready for you right now, and I need to focus for the next few hours."

Turning to the two women she said, "Catherine, Sarah. Let me explain." Then she continued.

"As Michael surmised, I work for the CIA. For most of the last two years I have been assigned as a neurologist at a hospital in London. My specialty is coma victims. My patient was a young scientist who had defected from the eastern bloc over a year ago, with some limited knowledge of a new propulsion system the Russians are working on. It seems that they have discovered a solution, but not the technology to make it work. This was all learned before my patient went into a coma. Unfortunately, he never came out."

"In the meantime, scientists at Wagner's Cherry Ridge Laboratory accidentally discovered a fairly complex method of manufacturing the propulsion system without the high degree of risk. This method was developed by, and is the exclusive property of Wagner Laboratories. The US is not interested in this method, determined to be too unstable to use for mass production; so thereby opening up the opportunity for Wagner Laboratories to shop it around. However, since Mr. Wagner passed away two years ago, the current management has just sit on it, neither selling it nor developing uses for it."

"In order to get their hands on the entire process, the Russians need the cooperation of Wagner Industries. But since Wagner can't sell the process until the heir is 18 and takes control, they have become impatient and decided that if the heir dies, the courts will send the corporation into receivership with a court appointed trustee who could then approve the sale of the Wagner Labs process for the right price. Hence, the reason for the wreck."

"I'm sorry Michael. I'm afraid you were the target, not your folks." Anna looked at me sympathetically, and then continued.

"Unfortunately for the Russians, you didn't die. Being in a coma complicates things and has stymied them. That's probably why they took such a stupid chance with trying to get that doctor to kill you. Now, they are desperate. Even if you die non-accidentally, they think they can get their hands on what they want, courtesy of the US judicial system. Typical Russian logic."

"Anyway, last night, two Russian hit squads entered the US. One through Montreal, the other through Mexico City. Our best guess is they'll arrive here later tonight. So we don't have much time."

"We have to make all of you disappear now!"



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Chapter 21


I was stunned. "Can't we just give it to them?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Michael. It's actually more complex than that. The terms of your Grandfather's will, stipulate no major transactions can be made by the company before you turn 18 and are officially in charge. He hoped it would give you greater control. He did not foresee this possibility." Catherine said.

"We can discuss this later. Right now, we have to get you and your family to a safe place. As soon as possible!" Anna said emphatically. She continued, "Now. What of the others? How many people know about your talent?"

"The four of us, my sister, five cousins, and Grace." I said.

"What about the nurse, from last night?" she asked.

"She doesn't know." I said defensively. I didn't want to drag her into this.

She stopped scribbling notes and looked up, "You mean all that was ... unassisted?"

"Pretty much." Now I felt embarrassed.

"Wow!" She said. Then to Catherine. "Who's handling your security?"

"David. He's been with me for six years, since before Greg died."

"That's the first time I have ever heard her refer to him by name." I realized. "So she called him Greg."

"How many are with you?" Anna asked.

"Six counting David, three here, one with Nicky, one with me, one at the house."

"Dad said you were in your fifties, you don't look it. What kind of shape are you in? Any special needs?" Anna probed.

"I'm 52, and my last physical was good." Catherine said smiling.

"OK, so there's three adults who know," Anna said, " You, Sarah, and me, and 8 teenagers, Michael, Nicky, Julie, Jennifer, Randi, Candy, Mandy, and Grace. Now, I know you are widowed Catherine, any current attachments, someone who would miss you if you didn't call, special friends?"

"No." Catherine replied.

"I can't believe a Russian hit squad is after Michael." Exclaimed Sarah.

"They're not after Michael for his talent. They're after the one individual standing in the way of their future. And believe me, they will use any means necessary to get him. That includes using you and your family as bargaining chips. Only their chips don't usually survive the bargaining." Said Anna fiercely.

"How long, will we have to ... er ... be gone?" Sarah asked.

"However, long it takes to find the killers." Replied Anna. Then "Your husband, Sarah? What does he do?"

"He's an attorney." Replied Sarah.

"Attorney. OK, that may be tough." Said Anna. "What about the others?"

"Debbie, my sister is a teacher and will be off for the summer after next week. Her husband Jeff is the president of the bank in Townsend. My mom lives next to us. She and Catherine are twins."

"Damn, that's what, five sets of twins in three generations? Ok 6 adults counting Jeff, Debbie, and Liz." Anna summed up. And 7 teenage girls and Michael.

"Alright here's what we need to do." Said Anna going into command mode.

"Sarah, go back to your office. Take Catherine with you. Schedule Michael for a cat scan, then call maintenance and schedule a calibration check for the scan machine. Make it for the first of the week if possible. Use the Wagner name if necessary. He won't be here for it, but maybe it'll buy us some time. Next, arrange to have Michael moved to another room after supper. Make it as far away from other patients as possible. The FBI is sending in some people to lay a trap. Don't take more than 15 minutes to do all this, then call the hospital administrator and tell them your daughter is sick, and go straight home. Understand?"

"What about the girls?" Asked Sarah.

"Do they go to the same school as Debbie?" asked Anna

"Next door." Said Sarah.

"OK. Get all of them." She said to Catherine.

"What about Grace," I asked.

"I'll have the FBI pick her up separately. I'd rather not tie her to you all if we can help it." Said Anna.

"Michael, do you have clothes here? Or a robe? Slippers?" Anna asked

"Yes, he does." said Catherine, as she went to drawer.

"Ok, I have to call Daddy, and this line's not secure. You're coming with me." Anna said to me.

Seeing David outside the door Anna stopped and said to Catherine, "Catherine, take your security with you to get the girls. Take them all to the house. We need to leave one security person by this door."

"I'll stay." Said a man I didn't know.

"Ok." Anna said, and then instructed the guard, "Don't let anyone in this room for any reason. When it can no longer be avoided, quietly disappear. Understand?"

"Understood." He said.

"What about Michael? Won't he need security with him?" Catherine asked.

"Naah! He's got me." She giggled.

We walked to the elevators and Anna studied the directory for a second. We entered the elevator and she pushed the button for the main floor, then she pushed the button for the second floor. I looked at her and started to say something. She shook her head 'no' and put a finger to her lips.

On the second floor, we walked towards the surgical waiting room, and entering, she looked around for a small room that was marked consultation.

It had a desk, and three chairs and a couch. She led me to the couch and closed the door. "Alright. We can talk, but we have to hurry. I know you want to touch me, but I'll ask you not to until I get you to safety, please. After that, you're welcome to. OK?"

I didn't agree. But didn't argue. "Who are you?"

"I told you. I'm CIA. I was semi-retired. That's another story."

"What's really going on?"

"Michael, I said you can touch me when we get out of here. Right now I need to get us some help. I need a secure line. And I need you to be patient for little longer. Ok?"

"OK. But I hope you know it's not easy being close to you like this and not reading you." I replied.

We made our way to the loading docks. On the way, she ducked into a door marked hospital personal only, and searched through the lockers and found two sets of scrubs.

Handing a set to me, she said, "Here, change into these. Let me have what you've got on." She then started to strip off her blouse. Her bra was a soft ivory color. And she filled it out beautifully. And it matched her panties I noticed.

I think I sighed.

She stopped as she heard me and looked at me. "Down boy!" she said with a grin.

I blushed and stripped off the robe and pajamas, slipping into the green scrubs. I didn't have any underwear, but I figured that wasn't a priority right now. Anna reached over tentatively to tie the draw strings on the pants for me.

"Damn Casts!" I thought again.

She stuffed our clothes in an empty locker, then closing the door, she lifted a fire extinguisher off the wall and hammered the locker's handle until it was bent too far to function properly. Then she begin going through the lockers and taking various items. A clipboard and pen, a cigarette and matches from a pack on the break table and a stethoscope she handed to me. "Here. Put this around your neck." She said.

Leaving the break room, she led the way to the loading dock, where she took out a cigarette and lit it, but not smoking it, and then went to phone, asking me to stay close. The payphone was there mostly for the delivery truck drivers. There were no deliveries during lunch hour, so no one else was around.

She looked at me, "You got any change?"

I stared blankly at her.

"Oh ... never mind!" she said, exasperation in her voice.

She dialed a number, waited, then said, "971-alpha-hotel-63638" and waited again.

Finally she said "It's me. It's worse. Yes. fourteen total - six adults. Plus the six more security."

She listened for a moment, then said, "I'm thinking about where you took me horseback riding."

Listening again, finally she said, "Extraction, two, loading dock, northwest side of building. They should make it OK."

Pausing then "30 minutes... 615-555-4742 hurry." She hung up.

We went back past the employee lounge to a room marked storage, she found the door locked, and somehow opened it. I didn't ask.

Once inside the small room, she led me to the corner farthest from the door, between two rows of shelves with cleaning supplies and repair parts. "Now we wait" she said, looking at her watch.

Keeping her distance was difficult in the small aisle. But she did her best.

"What kind of range have you got with that thing?" she asked, referring to my empathic abilities.

I shrugged. "I don't know, longest so far was about 10 feet. She stepped further away.

We stayed there, waiting. She started two different times to ask me something, when she realized I wouldn't be able to remember. "It's tough to interrogate you if you can't remember anything before Sunday night. That only leaves your health and your sex life. And I've got your medical records!" she said laughing.

"You also know the entire extent of my sex life as well!" I grinned.

"So tell me, did you really make that nurse cum like that without using your ... er ... gift? Anna asked.

"Anna, I don't know how this gift works, but all I did was care enough about her to want her to feel as good as she possibly could. I paid attention to her little signs and signals about what she liked or didn't like and tried to give her what she wanted. If being empathic helped, well, then it helped. But if a man doesn't care about his partner, then all the empathic ability in the world isn't going to do much good."

"Oh my!" she sighed. "Where did a sixteen year old learn to be such a consummate lover?"

"I don't know. But since I woke up, I've noticed that I seem to really care about the people around me. I want to know their names, and about their families and friends. Where they live and what they like to do. I admit I was showing off when we met earlier. But I needed to both demonstrate what I can do, and also prove a point as fast as possible. But the truth is, when I scanned you, looking for your fantasy, I discovered a person inside that I'd like to know better. I saw a huge amount of caring and compassion. I saw class and poise. And I saw some heartache and pain. And for some reason, maybe it's because I saw all that goodness inside you, I want to make your pain go away." I told her.

She looked at me in rapt attention, but said nothing.

"I guess it doesn't make much sense to you, Doctor, how a teenage boy can be so attracted to a grown woman. But I saw your heart, and sorta peeked into what I think is your soul, and let me tell you, you have one beautiful soul! I mean you're beautiful to look at too! But inside beauty is so much more ... well ... beautiful! And I would like very much to spend hours exploring that beauty inside you." I grinned.

"Uh-h ... and I really like the outside too!"

Anna paused, then retraced the few steps back to me, wrapped her arms under mine, and grabbed the back of my head, saying "Oh my! So sweet, so young, and so..."

She kissed me, her lips over mine. So I touched the tip of my tongue to her teeth, running gently back and forth 'til she sucked it into her mouth and bit lightly, holding it so she could explore it with her tongue.

Finally she stepped back, shaking her head, "What am I doing? I'm old enough to be your mother!" she exclaimed, though she was stretching the age gap a little.

"What you are doing is opening up a small part of yourself, a part that has been closed for way too long." I replied. "And if this is what kissing your mother is like, then I am moments away from committing incest!

Anna let me go, saying "You are too dangerous for me. Have you thought about a career yet, like with the CIA?"

"It's looking like I'm going to be running a small privately held company soon." I replied sheepishly.

"Oh yeah..." she said, falling silent as she considered. She kept one eye to the door and the other on her watch.

Finally, she said "Let's go. And stay close."

We made our way back to the payphone on the loading dock. It was still pretty deserted. Very shortly, it rang, and Anna picked it up on the first ring.

She said "Yes ... Employee lot, 10 minutes, green Ford F150, license plate Tennessee JMS-487. Obviously repeating back the information. She hung up without saying goodbye.

We went back to the employee lounge again. This time, she picked up two surgical caps and masks. Putting one on, she handed the other cap to me. "Here, put this on." then "Let me tie the mask on you too, and then pull it down around your neck. Try to look like you just finished a morning in the O.R."

Going back to elevators, she studied the directory again, then back through the surgical suite to an elevator in the rear. This one we took to the ground floor and walked out of the building, looking like two tired nurses.

We found the truck in the employee parking lot. "Can you drive?" she asked.

"I don't have my license with me, but I'm pretty sure I can." I replied.

"With your hands like that?"

I nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem."

"Then get in and I'll tell you where to go." She said.

"Ok. But if I get stopped for driving without my license, you have to pay for the ticket!" I said sounding just like a smart-assed teenager.

"If we get stopped, you just worry about staying alive!" Anna retorted.

That shut me up real quick! Even though there had already been two attempts on my life, this whole thing had still seemed absurdly surreal to me. Until now.

Anna saw the sudden look of fear on my face and tried to smile reassuringly.

She gave me directions as she looked out the rear window. She kept looking as we left the lot and started East on US 321.

Anna? Why did you have me drive?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.

"A. It looks more natural to see the guy driving. And B. I'm betting you don't have a gun!" she said without looking at me.

"Huh? I didn't notice a gun when she stripped back there?" I thought. "Well, duh! You must have been too busy noticing other ... things, dummy!" I thought back to myself.

As we continued to drive East on US 321 towards Townsend, she kept looking out the rear window of the pickup. I kept to the speed limit and waited for her to say something. Finally she said, "Well it doesn't look like anyone followed us."

"Uh-h ... do you know where we're going?"

"Yeah. Pull into that parking lot up ahead, and slide over. I'll drive from here." She said.

I did as directed. It was the parking lot of Pirkle's IGA, I noted.

"I guess my date with Nancy Lee will have to wait." I thought to myself.



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Chapter 22


"So you don't remember anything about your cousins' place?" she asked after we got back on the road. This time, Anna was driving. But she hadn't given me a gun.

"Is this another test?" I asked back.

"Nope. Sorry." She replied. Then continued, "Well, the family has about 240 acres, just off the road to the south, uh ... on the right." she clarified. "There's the original farm house Sarah and her sister Debbie grew up in. Your great Aunt Liz still lives there and you and your folks were staying there when you had the accident. Your grandmother is staying there now. Sarah and Debbie married brothers, but they're not twins. And each built their own homes in front of the old homestead. They are built on either side of the road leading to the main house. Nicky splits her time between the cousins' homes, but mostly with the oldest sister."

We turned off the main road onto a narrow blacktop drive that soon gave way to gravel where it crossed a small stream, with a cattle-guard gate. From there it started up hill, winding through the pasture, you could see the cattle grazing in the distance.

"Your grandmother's sister leases out most of this for cattle and some small cash crops." She explained as we rode.

After a half mile or so, we wound through some woods, and forded another small creek. Then coming out of the woods, you could see three houses on a small rise in the middle of a big pasture surrounded in the distance by woods on all sides. A peaceful setting, typical of a rural mountain area.

The main home was a large frame two story farm house complete with wrap around front porch with a big porch swing and rocking chairs scattered about. Barbed wire fencing surrounded the area of the three houses, more to keep the cattle from wondering through than anything else. The other two houses were newer, with carports and brick fascia.

There were several cars at the main house, but Anna drove past the house about 300 yards, and came to a stop in the middle of the unused field. Getting out, she grabbed an old green canvas bag with a red cross painted on it. I jumped out, still in my slippers and scrubs and helped her drag the heavy bag about a hundred feet. She kept looking toward the house and then the woods. Finally satisfied about something, she opened the bag and begin dragging out the large piece of canvas inside. I helped her unfold it and could see a circle with an 'X' in the center. A landing pad for a helicopter! There was also a green box, about a foot long and 8" high. It had a telescoping antenna attached, which she quickly extended. And a small car battery which she attached with cables. Then she flipped a switch on the side of the green box. Nothing happened. At least not that I could tell.

"It's a transponder!" Like that explained everything. I knew what transponders were, but not why here and now. Obviously she was preparing for someone's arrival.

We then drove back to the main house. A black government sedan pulled up and Grace jumped out of the back and flew into my arms as I climbed out of the pickup. I quickly introduced her to Anna. Then we went into the house.

They were all in the big living room. Evidently, the plans had expanded to include John who is Sarah's husband and Randi, Julie, and Jennifer's dad, and Jeff, who is married to Debbie and father to Candy and Mandy. It was obvious they were brothers, even though there was 2 years between them. They could probably have passed for twins themselves when they were younger. Aunt Liz had also been included. David and his entire security crew were there as well as another group of men in green camouflage fatigues getting out of a truck in the front yard.

Anna walked in and looked at her watch the said to the group, "I need to make this fast, the chopper will be here in..." looking at her watch "... 27 minutes."

Then she said to Catherine and David, "An hour after we leave, your security team should go to this address in Maryville, and bring back the FBI Agents. They will be posing as you and they will need your people to help them keep to what would be your normal routine, as if you were here. They only have to get through tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon, if the Russians still haven't made their move, your security team will take them to McGhee Tyson Airport and board a private aircraft bound for St. Kitts. There they will stay, with the agents posing as you all, until we can get the bad guys. As you can see, we have re-enforcements to assist if something happens here, tonight or tomorrow morning. Understood?"

Catherine looked to David who nodded. He recognized another professional when he saw one.

Anna nodded. "Any questions?" she asked David.

"My contact?" David asked.

"This is Colonel Payne," indicating an older man with a green beret on his head. "He is in charge of the situation on the ground here and has all your contact info. Anything else?"

David shook his head as Colonel Payne stepped forward, his hand extended. The two men shook, and stepped out to the front porch.

Anna continued. "As for you guys, you'll be enjoying the hospitality of my family, courtesy of the CIA." She announced with pride.

"So you all are going on holiday," Anna said with a smile.

"Excuse me, I've been in Europe too much lately, I meant vacation. I'll explain more about where, after we're in the air. Everybody needs to grab a bag with toiletries, any medicines, and a couple of changes of clothes, casual, warm weather, with a sweater or light jacket. It must fit in one carry-on bag and you must keep it with you at all times. Never let it out of your site. No weapons or firearms. And no illegal drugs. Whatever you can't bring, we will buy when we get there. Now hurry. We don't have much time."

Nicky and I went upstairs to pack. She showed me where I had been sleeping, and then went to her room to pack.

I surveyed the room Michael had been occupying prior to the accident. The furniture was well worn, but solid. There were a couple of magazines on the nightstand, one on antique guns, and the other featured cars. The suitcase was expensive, and the clothes inside had recognizable labels; Levi's, and t-shirts, a toilet kit, several pair of socks, both dress and athletic, and underwear. "Thank God he wore boxers!" I thought. There were also a couple of jock straps and some really short gym shorts with Long Island Academy stenciled on them.

"Did I really wear them this short back then?" I chuckled to myself.

In the closet hung a couple of pairs of slacks, some Izod short sleeve shirts along with a couple of Ralph Lauren long sleeve shirts and a leather 'bomber' jacket that was worn, but in good shape. A navy blazer and several ties also hung there. There was a pair of penny loafers, and a pair of Addis track shoes with the triple stripes on the sides, setting on the floor. I decided to change into the Addis, but kept the scrubs on. I liked them, they were comfortable.

"In about 25 years, these will actually be in style after 'Gray's Anatomy' becomes popular!" I thought.

I grabbed everything else and shoved it in the suitcase, and headed downstairs. On the way, I passed the bathroom and decided to make a pit stop. There was a big mirror along the wall over the sink and as I passed, I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped. This was the first time I had actually seen my face. The bathroom at the hospital had one of those small stainless steel reflectors and you couldn't see much in it.

"Besides, every time you were in there, you were busy!" I laughed to myself.

In my last life I was tall, six foot - six, and skinny! (did I mention awkward and clumsy?) This time I was shorter, about six foot I guessed, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. My face was less angular, more square. I still had dimples, but no cleft in my chin. My hair was sandy, not quite the blond of my cousins, but not brown. Sure enough, I had the same blue eyes that Nicky had. The face that smiled back at me was pleasant, the eyes seemed more intense.

"Maybe it's because they're blue." I thought. I finished and headed downstairs.

When I got there, Anna was talking with one of the soldiers and using their radio. Shortly, everyone else came back carrying a bag. Grace and Nicky sat on either side of me on the couch, talking quietly across me. I was observing everything going on around me. When Jenny got there she came and plopped down on my lap.

I kept wondering what I had fallen into. I was surrounded by beautiful women, with danger at every turn.

"Sorta like James Bond!" I thought.

The Big Sikorsky S-61 was loud as it dropped from the sky. We boarded still carrying our bags, grabbed a seat, and took off for parts unknown. It was my first helicopter ride in a long time, it seemed smooth enough. Normal conversation was not possible, but Nicky and Jenny kept their hands on me the whole way. So I fed them small reassurances and shared my joy at being out of the hospital. I was a little excited to be going somewhere, even if I didn't know where. At least I was going with the girls.

Thirty minutes later, we landed at a small jet port, an airport used mostly for small aircraft, and private jets, called Dallas Bay Sky Park, outside Chattanooga, Tennessee.

There we boarded a government version of the old Gulfstream II, a Twin-engined corporate transport aircraft, with accommodation for up to 14 passengers, powered by two Rolls-Royce turbofan engines. With Grandmother, Nicky, Grace and me, Aunt Liz, Sarah and John, Jeff and Debbie, Candy, Mandy, Randi, Julie, and Jenny, we filled up the 14 passenger aircraft.

"Oh well, I guess it's the jump seat for me." Said Anna.

"I'll sit there if you want," offered Nicky.

"It's about a two hour flight, so maybe we can take turns." Anna suggested with a smile.

The cabin was configured with one large seat on either side of the aisle. The first row faced to the rear, as well as the third row, creating a couple of conversation areas. Nicky, Grace, Jenny, and I were sitting in the front four seats.

After we reached our cruising altitude, Anna stood in the aisle, still wary of getting too close to me and said "If I can have your attention for a moment..." Everyone turned towards her.

"Liz, I know you and Catherine will be comfortable with where we are going, having been to similar places many times. I think that holds true for Debbie and Sarah as well. What I don't know is how comfortable Jeff and John along with your daughters, and Michael and Grace are with it."

"Are you stashing us away in a convent like in 'The Sound of Music'?" I teased. I thought it was rather clever because I knew that the movie had come out in 1965.

Anna, Catherine, and Liz all smiled knowingly, "No. Just about the opposite," she said. "I'm stashing you, as you refer to it, at a nudist ranch."

The girls all went deathly quiet with their eyes wide open. I could see Jeff and John were also uncomfortable with the idea.

She went on, "It called 'Twin Springs Ranch'. It's a clothing optional resort that happens to also be an actual working ranch of over 55,000 acres, in a valley between the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and the Black Mountains. It is home to the Wolf Creek Institute, which is famous as a school for artists. The ranch has been in my family for four generations, back to the late 1800's. There's a Dining Hall where meals are served family style. There's also a small shop that carries toiletries and snacks, and the community showers. They have a fitness room behind the showers which..." she looked directly at me, " ... is on your agenda young man, speaking as your doctor." There were smiles and chuckles at this.

"The accommodations are rustic 4 and 6 person cabins. We'll discuss sleeping arrangements when we get there. It may be a little crowded for the weekend, but will ease off a little the first of the week."

"Now, ETA for Pueblo, Colorado is around 3:30pm local time, 5:30pm our time. For logistical reasons, we will be staying just outside of town tonight in a CIA 'safehouse'." she laughed. "Actually, it's my dad's place. It may be a little crowded, but I hope you all won't be terribly inconvenienced. Tomorrow morning, we'll load up, stop by a couple of stores to get any incidentals you need, and head to the ranch. It's only about 70 miles, but usually takes a couple of hours." She was smiling and her eyes were sparkling as she spoke of the ranch.

"She must really love the place!" I thought.

Then she added, "I'll be happy to answer any questions, but first I'd like to speak with Jeff and Debbie, and Sarah and John, if I may?"

The two couples were seated in the rear, so Anna made her way back to them.

The girls all erupted at once. I could sense excitement and apprehension at the same time. Catherine and Liz came over, and Nicky and Jenny got up so they could sit down, but stayed close so they could be a part of the conversation.

"Michael," said Catherine, "This is my sister Elizabeth. Liz, this is my grandson Michael. Because Michael cannot remember past last Monday, he likes to be introduced to new people. I'll introduce Jeff and Debbie, along with John later." She added.

Liz jumped into the swing of things, and with a twinkle in her eye, offered her hand, and asked, "Well Michael, it's good to meet you. Again." She laughed, then continued, "Tell me, how do you feel about going to a clothing optional ranch?"

Catherine just grinned, and Grace said "Oh, oh!" as they both recognized the funny grin on my face, and reached out to touch me. They didn't want to miss this!

I didn't respond to Liz's tease at first, but begin to feed her visions of my very erect manhood, as I stood staring at her naked in an outdoor environment. Then I said "Liz, I think I'm going to have a big problem, especially with someone as beautiful as you there to tempt me!"

She blushed deeply, looking at the floor of the cabin for a moment. Then she raised her head and looked me in the eye, "I don't know what the law is where we're going, but in Tennessee, it's legal for nephews and aunts to marry!"

ZING. She got me! Now I was the one blushing!

"Touché." I said, looking her square in the eyes. "This could be an interesting vacation!" I thought to myself.

Catherine's eyes were shimmering with excitement. Grace just chuckled.

While Liz regained her composure, Catherine begin to address the girls.

"At naturist camps, people usually choose to go for the freedom it gives them or represents to them. And while the nudity is optional, almost everyone there will be nude. The exceptions would be when an activity calls for clothes, or when a woman is ... on her time of the month. In which case, she may just wear her panties or shorts, or the bottom part of her swimsuit."

Liz now picked up the narrative.

"The first time you go without clothes is usually the hardest, but for most people, within a few hours, you'll hardly notice you don't have clothes on. The other hard part is not staring at the hard parts!" she was interrupted with gales of laughter at her pun.

"Seriously," she said turning to Catherine, "We should do an ice-breaker tonight. That would help them so much tomorrow. What do you think?"

Catherine stood and replied, "I think that's a wonderful idea. Let me go speak with Anna." She walked down the aisle to where the rest of the adults were huddled

"This could be a VERY interesting vacation!" I thought to myself.

For the next little while, I was sort of ignored as the girls all chattered noisily among themselves, moving about the small plane to talk with everyone else. Catherine came back a few minutes later and reported "the icebreaker is on," then resumed talking with the girls. I could sense the sexual tension rising among all the cousins, especially when they looked my way. They would blush and giggle and then turn back to their hen party.

Grace was excited, but I could tell she was concerned about what her very conservative grandmother might say if she found out. She was seated next to me so I leaned over and said, "Grace, you had no choice about coming, and you have no choice about where the CIA chooses to hide us. And while I don't know for sure, I doubt any of us will ever be allowed to talk about where they put us after it's over. So I'd not worry about it too much right now."

"You're right." She said. "I guess it's just habit to worry about what she'd say. I just wish my sister could be here too."

Nicky was withdrawn and was looking distressed. The other girls were aware of her withdrawal from the group and tried to reassure her, but it didn't seem to be helping. Finally, I said, "Nicky, can we talk?"

She looked at me, biting her lower lip, and started to shake her head no, but suddenly changed her mind and came and sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling clumsy with both my hands still in casts.

She didn't say a word, but started to softly cry into my shoulder.

Grace stood and walked back to the others leaving us alone. Well, as alone as we could get in the crowded plane. Her presence in the aisle, also effectively blocked anyone from casually approaching us.

I made a note to thank Grace the first chance I got.

As Nicky settled into my lap, I began to read her. It was becoming almost automatic for me to do it with someone I cared about, especially when they were upset. "Is that a weakness in me? Always wanting to fix things?" I wondered.

"NO!" came the rapid response.

"Nicky. Did you just hear my thought?" I asked without saying it out loud.

"Oh Michael, I'm so confused! I think I'm going crazy!" She thought

"You're not crazy, sweetheart." I replied to her thought with mine.

She looked up, her eyes red, but curious, she thought a question to me, "How do you do this?"

"I don't know, sweetheart." I thought. "Anna says that when someone is very sensitive to the emotions of others it's called being an Empath. But to be able to share my emotions back is beyond what she has heard of."

"But I can feel your words in my mind." Nicky interrupted.

"Well, your emotions are made up of feeling and thoughts, and often get expressed as combinations of words and feelings. If you were to think about something without emotion, like reading the Gettysburg Address to me, it probably wouldn't work. But when you are happy or upset, it's always a combination of words and emotions."

A look of horror came over her as she realized what that meant.

"Does that mean you can ... tell what I'm feeling ... for you? Right now?"

I nodded and try to smile reassuringly at her.

"Oh Michael. I'm so embarrassed!" she started crying. "Please don't hate me!"

"Don't cry sweetheart." I said soothingly. "I could never hate you."

"Oh Michael. I've been in love with you for a long time. I just didn't know how to tell you. At first, I thought maybe it was because I was going through puberty or because of our close bond as twins, but it more than that. I still wanted you. I was just too afraid to tell you. I believed you'd think I was weird or demented or something. I don't know. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you."

"I don't think you're weird or demented." I said.

"And then that awful night when the police came and told us there had been a wreck and that Mom and Dad were gone. And you were in a coma and they weren't sure you'd ever wake up again. They took me to the hospital to let me see you, but they weren't gonna let me stay. But Grandmother and Sarah said I could and so I stayed with you for several days before they had to literally drag me away from your bed for the funeral. All I could think of was to just stay there in case you woke up. You were all I had left and I didn't think I could make it if I lost you too."

"There, there." I thought soothingly. I knew she had to get this out. It was part of her healing. But it was tearing my heart into.

"But you know what the worst part was? The worst part was that night I realized that the connection we had always shared was gone. I couldn't sense it any more. That's when I really thought you were never coming back. I felt so alone. I must have cried for days. If it wasn't for Grace, I don't know how I would have made it. She's so wonderful. And one night, when I was really down I just started crying and told her everything. How much I loved you and how much I wanted you and everything. And she just listened. Then you know what she told me?"

I just shook my head.

"She said that love did not have boundaries. And that we should pursue love wherever we found it. She said that love was a gift, and we should never refuse it. So we sat there all those nights, talking about all the different types of love and I made a promise. I promised that if you ever woke up, I would tell you exactly how I feel, even if it made you hate me, and it meant you'd never want me, at least you would know how I felt for you."

I waited, sensing she had more to say.

"And then you did. You woke up and you're even more beautiful than you ever were. You seem different, but in a good way. Like you matured while you slept or something. And you just seem to care more, and that makes me even more in love with you. But I promised, I would tell you. So, Michael, even if it makes you hate me, I love you with all my heart, and I want you. I know we can never get married or have kids or anything. But I want to give you my..." she stumbled a little, then finished so softly I almost couldn't hear her, " ... my virginity."

She became quiet, looking up at me through tear-filled eyes, waiting to see how I would respond.

I could sense her anxiety as she waited for me to respond, but I had to give this careful consideration. Not for me. Emotionally, I was never her brother, so incest wasn't even a consideration to me. I was a guy and she was a beautifully sexy teenage girl who wanted me. Case dismissed.

However, there was her emotional well-being and future that deserved careful consideration. If I refused her, how would she feel? She would either withdraw and hide emotionally, or she would latch on to the first guy that asked. Probably somewhere in between. But there would be emotional pain to deal with. And the question was who would help her deal with it? I knew I couldn't and still keep my distance sexually. We were already too close!

What if I say yes? What will it do to her? I'm sure her hormones were driving part of this, but she was right, there was the deeper bond of twins. And the recent trauma of the loss of her parents had to play a significant part in her emotional state. Finally, I decided.

"Nicky, I don't know if it's the best thing or not for you, but you're a bright girl and if you'll have me, I want you too!" I replied.

"Oh-o-o-o Michael! I love you so-o-o much!" she thought as she hugged me tightly.

"But we can't ... do anything yet."

"Oh-o-o-o No-o-o..." it was a mournful cry this time.

"For two reasons. First, you need to know the 'new' me better. And after getting to know me, if you still want me, I promise you that I'll be happy to accept your, er, gift."

"You'll really make love to me then?" she asked.

"I promise. When the time is right and you are sure, I'll make delicious, passionate love to you!" I thought to her and sent her an image of a very passionate kiss.

"I'm ready, Michael. But I'll wait until I know the new you. Only promise me you won't forget!" She said.

"I promise!" I said, holding her tight and sharing my feelings of how good she made me feel.

After a few minutes, she said, "Michael?"

"Yes sweetheart?" I answered softly.

"You said two reasons. What's the other one?" She asked.

I paused, not sure how to word my thoughts. Finally I said, "It's simple. Protection. Once you are protected, we won't have to worry about accidently making a baby."

"Oh-o-o Michael. Most guys wouldn't even have thought about that. And that makes me love you all the more, and it makes me even more certain I want you. But I'll wait until I'm sure and I'm protected. Then you'll make love to me, won't you?" She asked.

"Absolutely! I want you. I just want to make sure you really want me too." I thought.

We just sat there, her hands around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder enjoying the closeness, and reveling in the feelings we shared. After a while, she lifted her lips to my ear, and nibbled it softly. Then with a throaty purr, she said softly, "Michael, just so you know, I'm ready."

"Ready for what?" I thought.

Smiling she said, "Mom put me on birth control pills to help with my period over a year ago. And since I'm sure I want you, that means you're finally going to make delicious, passionate love to me like you promised. Oh Michael, I can't wait!"

I think I had been out-maneuvered. I smiled as I remembered Rule 13.A&B.

Rule 13.A in the 'Guide for Guys' says: Learn how to say 'yes dear' with great sincerity.

Rule 13.B says: Learn to use it often.

So I simply replied, "Yes, dear."



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Chapter 23


There was a motor coach waiting for us as we deplaned in Pueblo, Colorado. It was like a greyhound bus, but the logo was for a tour company I'd never heard of and the interior was a little nicer, and the seats were bigger.

As we headed away from the small private air field, I noticed there were two dark cars following us.

After a short ride, we pulled onto a narrow drive and drove about 200 yards up to a circle drive in front of a sprawling, Adobe style ranch home, complete with hitching post next to the wide front porch that spanned the width of the home. After we disembarked, the coach completed the circle and disappeared back down the drive.

The man who met us had to be an honest-to-god cowboy, down to the spurs on his dusty boots.

Anna ran to him and hugged him before introducing him to the rest of us as Hector, the ranch foreman.

Hector hugged Anna warmly, and then shook hands with Jeff, John and finally shaking my fingertips, before removing his hat and bowing to "the beautiful senoras and senoritas." He then led us into the home.

In the wide open great room, a collection of mounted heads and various antlers decorated the walls and massive stacked stone fireplace. The furniture was mostly leather, and the room was decorated with Native American carvings, blankets, rugs, and various art forms, including paintings, and artifacts. There were personal family type items everywhere. Books, pictures, and assorted knick-knacks from a lifetime of living here.

There was some confusion as sleeping arrangement were decided, with the two couples getting the two larger bedrooms, Catherine & Liz sharing a guest bedroom, and the 7 girls into the other two guest bedrooms. I guessed that Anna had her own room somewhere.

As everyone went to drop off their luggage, and get freshened up, I stood alone in the great room, looking around and wondering what to do. Anna came in about then and asked, "Did they not give you a room?"

I shrugged, "I guess here's no room at the inn." I answered, paraphrasing.

"Oh. I wouldn't worry. It just means they haven't decided who gets you tonight." She laughed.

"Maybe they're meeting now to draw straws to see who loses." I quipped.

"They'd better not!" she said. "Not without me!" she laughed again. Then said, "Leave your bag and follow me. I'll show you where you can wash up. We'll leave your fate until later."

Dinner was early, out of respect for our change in time zones. It was served in the huge dining room with a table that was big enough for all of us to be seated. We were served family style, by a young girl named Louisa and her mother, Melena. They had prepared the food themselves and now basked in all the compliments coming from the bunch from Tennessee. I'm not sure how many of the others had ever tasted Tex-Mex" before, but it brought back memories of another time for me. Grace and Jenny fed me until I could hardly move.

After dinner, most of us moved to the great room and watched as Hector started a small fire in the huge fireplace. It was mainly for show. It wasn't that cold, with only a slight nip in the air as the sun had set behind the mountains, just visible in the west, while we ate.

"John and Sarah and Jeff and Debbie must have gone to their rooms to freshen up after dinner. I'm sure Liz wouldn't let them cop out on the ice-breaker later." I thought.

Catherine, Liz, and Anna had wine while they sat with the rest of us talking about the ranch, and the difference between here and home.

It wasn't too long before the two couples rejoined us. John and Jeff were notably more relaxed. "Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they've been up to!" I grinned as I realized why they had been gone. Nobody else said a word about it though, so I thought twice about teasing them.

A little later, Melena rolled out a small serving cart with two magnums of champagne and fifteen crystal flutes. Louisa followed with a tray of cheeses and fruit and other snacks, and Hector brought an ice chest filled with soft drinks on ice. Then after asking if there was anything else we needed, and listening to another round of compliments and appreciation for their hospitality and the wonderful dinner, they said good night and left.

We continued with the small talk, but I began to detect a feeling of sexual tension in the air.

Finally, Anna rose and stepped in front of the big fireplace and said, "I'd like to welcome all of you to my family's home. Before I turn the evening over to Catherine and Liz, I'd like to take a minute to remind you of a few things. From this point on, do not leave the house. There are both armed guards and watch dogs patrolling the grounds. There are also other defenses, so please don't go wandering off. Also, while there is a phone here, do not attempt to make any calls. If you need to contact someone, please let me know and I'll make arrangements. And last, if there is an emergency, make your way to this room. In the corner of this wall..." she walked a few paces to her left and pushed on a panel, a hidden door swung open. "Is a door that leads to a secure room. Any questions?"

No one had any.

"Ok then, let the festivities begin! Ladies..."

Catherine and Liz stood where they were seated and begin removing their clothes. When they were naked they walked to the front of the fireplace.

I couldn't help it, I stared. I'm sure the others did too.

"People elect to a natural or nudist lifestyle for many reasons," Catherine began. "Some like the feeling of freedom from the restriction of clothing, of getting back to nature as they were born into it, without clothing. Others want to express themselves without the restrictions society imposes on their day-to-day lives. Still others have a something inside them that makes them yearn to be seen by others."

Liz took over. "But what they all have in common is respect. Respect for others, allowing them to remove as little or as much of their clothing as they choose. They also show respect in not staring, making lewd or unkind comments, refraining from immature jokes and wise cracks, and especially not touching other nudists. These are all major taboo's where we are going tomorrow."

Catherine took over. "In our parent's day, society considered it risqué to show your ankles. If you look around the room, everyone's ankles are on display. And society says 'so what!' Now, today, society considers it risqué to show your breasts or genitals, but if everyone's breasts or genitals were constantly on display, soon it would become commonplace and unnoticed unless your attention is called to it. This is one of the benefits to nudity. What you will discover in a minute is that if everyone is nude, sooner or later, no one notices or cares."

Then taking a breath, she said, "So everyone STRIP..."

There was a pause, then Candy and Mandy jumped up and begin removing their clothes. Figuring it's better to be part of the crowd than wait until I'm the only one, I kicked off my athletic shoes and socks, then standing, I turned to Grace and Nicky who were sitting on either side of me and said, "Would you ladies be so kind as to assist me?"

Nicky jumped up begin to strip off the top to my scrubs. I turned to face Anna who had changed out of her scrubs for dinner, and while Grace, with help from Jenny, was removing the bottoms, I said over the din, "I really like the scrubs."

I didn't have any underwear on. I didn't have any before, at the hospital, and I didn't bother to put any on when I packed. So everyone else was just beginning, except for Candy and Mandy, who had finished. But as Grace and Jenny pulled down my scrub bottoms, everyone, well ... all the girls anyway, stopped and stared at my newly exposed member, who seemed to like the attention, because he rose to the occasion.

Catherine came to my rescue, I thought. Grabbing my arm and leading me away. She actually led me back to where she and Liz had been standing in front of the big fireplace. Liz looked me up and down, and said, "Well, I'll say this for you Michael, at least you're honest. You didn't embellish it at all!" Laughing as she teased me about what I had shown her mentally on the plane.

In the background, clothes were now flying off the girls. And despite what Catherine and Liz had said, Candy and Mandy and Randi were teasing their dads, who may have been egging it on by going so slowly.

With my back to the room, Catherine pulled me down and whispered in my ear, "I hope you meant what you said yesterday about helping them!"

"Oh, oh! What have you got yourself into?" I wondered as I blushed at her words.

When everyone had removed their clothes, Catherine asked them to be seated. She kept a hold on my cast, keeping me facing her, with my back to most of the girls.

Catherine continued, "Now, if I could have your attention.

"She has it alright. And it's all on my naked butt!" I thought.

"It was brought to my attention yesterday, that we as your parents and grandparents have made a mistake. When I heard that, I didn't like it, but I recognized the truth in it and my respect for the person who had the guts to tell me, grew immeasurably." Catherine said and then smiled at me.

"What they pointed out was that we have come to expect you to grow up and be happy healthy productive adults, without teaching you about one of the most basic and fun parts of being grown up and that is your sexuality."

At the mention of the word 'sexuality', she had all seven girls' rapt attention.

Catherine continued, "The word 'sexuality' is usually defined as your personal capacity for sexual feelings. So that means the definition is actually different for every person, because each of us have different sexual feelings and needs. However, before we discuss that, we need to talk about rights."

Then looking at the parents, she said, "Jeff?"

Jeff stood slowly, blushing slightly and begin, "I have spoken in front of large groups and small committees, often with millions of dollars riding on the outcome. But I've never been as frightened as I am right now." He stopped to smile weakly at Debbie and Sarah and John, silently seeking their support.

"Despite our best efforts, our baby girls are growing up. And we cannot stop it, no matter how much we want to keep you our little girls. But we also have made your growing up more difficult by denying you information, help, and training. We have let others do our thinking for us, telling us what is proper to teach or show or talk about with you. Some of it was because we were uncomfortable facing it or talking about it. Some of it was because we chose to look the other way and hoped you would gain the knowledge and experience on your own." He said.

"And because of that, Mandy got hurt..."

The tears that formed suddenly in his eyes caused him to pause for a moment. And before he could continue, Mandy was off the floor in front of the couch and into his arms, crying with him and telling him how much she loved him. Debbie immediately joined them hugging her husband and daughter. Candy quickly joined too.

Everyone else remained quiet, realizing this was a special moment for them, and reluctant to intrude. Finally, with Candy and Debbie on one side and Mandy on the other, Jeff cleared his throat and picked up where he had left off.

" ... And Mandy got hurt because I was too busy to be her father and teach her about the joys and the pitfalls of her own sexuality. Girls, we..." he indicated Sarah, John, and Debbie, " ... have talked it over, and starting now, we will answer any question you want to ask us, and do so as honestly as we can. We ask only that you respect our privacy, by keeping what we discuss with you in the family and not talking about it with your friends or classmates."

Turning to John, Jeff asked "Did I say it right?"

"Right on! Brother!" John replied.

As Jeff and Debbie regained their seats and the twins went back to theirs, Julie asked Sarah, "Mom ... does this mean you'll tell us what a blowjob is?"

Liz snorted! And Debbie giggled. Catherine put her hand over her mouth but you could tell she was smiling. Everyone one knew that Julie was the impetuous one in the bunch. And her mom was used to it.

She just smiled and said, "I'll do better than that, I'll show you!" then turning to John she added, "Right dear?"

The adults laughed out loud, the girls all said something like "OO-oo-oo" or "I can't believe she said that," but Julie just looked at her folks and asked "Really?"

To which Sarah replied "Yes. Really."

Liz cried out, "Now, now. That doesn't come until later on the program!" and everybody laughed. "But seriously, there are a few things we need to discuss before tomorrow, and we're expecting each of you girls to act like the adult we are treating you as."

Liz continued, "In a house full of girls, one of the things we have not had much opportunity to interact with, I hope, is the male anatomy. Since we are fortunate to have a few very good specimens with us tonight, we're going to take advantage of them. Now, before tonight, how many of you have ever seen male genitalia?"

No one raised their hand or said a word.

"OK then, here's a real male penis." She said as she turned me around and pointed to mine. "Most of the time, it is small, but under certain conditions, like now, it will become much bigger. Who can tell me why Michael's penis is getting hard?"

"... 'cause he's naked?" this from Jennifer.

"Well, that may be a little of it, but my guess would be its more because you are naked." Said Liz as Jenny blushed.

"You see, most young males are stimulated by sight, sounds, taste, touch, and smell. In other words, by almost any sense concerning the female of the species. So that means almost anything about you will make them erect, especially when they are young. As they get older, they learn more control..."

"Why didn't my dad get hard when we all hugged him a while ago?" interrupted Mandy.

"Very good question Mandy. And one of the important lessons tonight." Said Catherine.

She had noticed how tired I was standing there, but she was not ready to let go of her model. So she asked, "Liz, would you get Michael a chair please?" then turned back to the girls.

"Your dad didn't get hard because he wasn't sexually stimulated."

Turning to Jeff, she told him, "Come up here Jeff and sit on this chair." Pointing to a chair on her left.

"Now that situation was about his love for you as a father and his concern for your safety and happiness. He wasn't thinking about you sexually."

Once Jeff was seated she said to Mandy. "Mandy. Come stand right here." Pointing to a spot about three feet in front of Jeff's chair. "Hands to your sides, and don't touch him. Just let him look at you."

I'm not sure who was the most uncomfortable at first. But Mandy finally took a deep breath and dropping her arms to her sides, she shook her head to do that thing girls can do to make their hair look sexy. Then drawing herself up straight, she placed her left foot perpendicular to her right and one hand on her hip, striking a classic 'models' pose. Then letting her breath out slowly, she raised her eyes to her fathers' face.

You could see Jeff was fighting hard not to become erect. But he was also aware it was hopeless.

"Jeff, Quit fighting it. Let her see how she can affect you."

I could sense his almost painful resignation, as he gave in to the inevitable and then slowly allowed his eyes to roam from his fourteen year old daughter's feet, up her long sexy legs, and developing body with the faint beginnings of womanly curves and her conical breasts with their now hardened little nipples, to finally stop as her gazed with obvious desire into her blue eyes.

The brilliance of Mandy's smile when she saw her dad's desire for her young body, momentarily made the room too bright to see.

Catherine let that continue for a few more moments, then said, "Thank you Mandy, please go sit back down.

Mandy continued to look at her dad for another long moment, then giving him a wink, she turned and skipped back to where the other girls were.

"Thank you Jeff." Catherine said as he returned to his seat, casting a sheepish look at Debbie as he arrived. Debbie just smiled and settled immediately on his lap.

In the meantime, Catherine had resumed.

"In the first situation, even naked and touching him, Mandy didn't stimulate her dad. However, when the situation surrounding them was more sexual in nature, Jeff responded to her. Do you see the difference?"

Heads nodded, thoughtful expressions were on their faces.

"Look at Michael. See how his penis has become small again?"

Sitting there observing what was going on, I had gone mostly soft as I felt Jeff's embarrassment and to some extent shame. However, when she said that, all eyes turned to me and I immediately became hard again. I heard a soft groan coming from someone.

Liz stepped in. "Tomorrow, you may see many men become hard when they see you, especially for the first time. Tell me, how should you respond?"

"Run away?" this from Jennifer again.

"If you feel threatened, yes." Liz said. "But what if it's casual and you are protected by those around you, how should you respond to a male getting a hard on?

"Just ignore it?" answered Grace.

"Correct! Very good Grace! Just politely ignore it." Said Liz.

Then turning to me she said, "Michael, would you ask your Grandmother to dance?" Music began playing softly in the background, thanks to Anna, who placed the needle on the record in the player built into a cabinet next to the sideboard. "Moonlight Serenade" by Glenn Miller began to play.

I bowed to Catherine, then took her in my arms and swept her around the small area in the front of the room. I loved to dance, and, in my last life, had taken lessons and actually helped teach a few classes. I immediately noticed my new body was built much better for dancing. More athletic, better balance, and better coordination. As we danced, Anna and Liz moved some of the furniture back and we had a much bigger area to use, so I took off, Catherine staying with me every step of the way. "She's really good!" I thought.

Since she seemed to be keeping with me, I decided to finish with a flourish and dipped her, holding it and gazing into her eyes. The look in her eyes at that moment was definitely NOT grandmotherly. I was flushed with the exertion, and my cock was as hard as Chinese arithmetic. As I raised her, I could see that Catherine was definitely aroused too.

"When did Michael learn to dance like that?" Debbie asked in the general direction of Nicky.

Nicky just shrugged her shoulders. I could tell she was confused. This was not something she had ever seen me do before and it disturbed her.

"That was beautiful." Liz said to us, then turning to the girls, "Imagine you're dancing with your partner fully clothed, when you sense his erection. What should you do?

"The way I see it, you can ignore it, or politely step back a little, or politely stop dancing, but continue the date, or excuse yourself and leave." Offered Nicky.

"Excellent, Nicky!" praised Liz. "Now, who can tell me what you should not do?"

"Well, you probably shouldn't attack him on the dance floor!" Julie deadpanned. This brought boisterous laughter from everyone.

"True ... If the dance is in public." Liz said, and then winked at me.

Catherine then said, "I think the point that Liz is trying to make, is that you should never be manipulated into doing something sexual, if you don't want to. Some guys might try to get you to do something, claiming you caused their erection, while others may try to gain your sympathy, begging you not to leave them in 'that condition'. While others will lie and tell you that it can cause painful damage or permanent injury, if you don't help them cum."

John, who hadn't said much all evening, said, "Girls, it is always your choice. NO means NO! Period! And if you are ever with someone who doesn't respect that, then you can be certain he doesn't respect you. He probably wasn't taught to respect women and you should get as far away from him, as fast as you can. If you don't, the bottom line will always be bad for you!"

"I think that's enough lessons for now." Said Liz. "Anna has graciously provided us some refreshments, and since you are acting as adults tonight, your parents have agreed to allow you a glass of champagne. I would hope that during this break, you would take the time to speak with every person in the room. This is an adult practice called mingling. After you've had a chance to talk with everyone, we'll continue."

Anna then asked, "John, would you do the honors?" referring, of course, to opening the champagne.

"Certainly" John replied and went to the small cart.



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Chapter 24


After John opened and poured the champagne for everyone except Sarah, who got fruit juice, Anna proposed a toast.

"To new adventures and new friends!" and we all clinked our glasses before taking a sip.

The reactions varied, as most of the girls were trying it for the first time. Personally, I could take it or leave it, preferring beer, wine, or a good scotch. I noticed that Nicky seemed unexcited about it and I assumed it was not her first time. All the rest of the girls giggled excitedly and made the standard "it tickles," or "it's different" type of comments.

Pretty soon, we were in small groups chit-chatting. Julie and Nicky had no trouble floating from group to group, while Grace stood in one area as everyone seemed to gravitate to her.

"God, she is beautiful! And so graceful too. I'll bet she has no idea how beautiful she really is." I thought. I felt Little Mike beginning to appreciate her naked beauty as well so I moved on.

Randi and Candy stuck together as they made the rounds. Mandy seemed to mostly stay close to her dad.

I drifted over to where John and Jennifer were talking with Liz and Julie.

"Jenny, would you introduce me to your father?" I asked.

John's eyebrows rose at the formality of the request, and Liz quickly explained.

"Since Michael can't remember past last Monday, he insists on being introduced. He says it helps him remember people's names, and I think it's quaint." Then she nodded at Jenny to proceed.

Jennifer turned to me and said formally, "Michael, I'd like you to meet my father, John Sanders. Dad, this is our cousin, Michael Wagner." Then she giggled.

Thank you Jenny." I said to her, then "It is good to finally meet you." We shook hands. "I apologize that I cannot remember you, but the doctor says that while there's a chance that my memory will return, there's also a chance it may not. So I decided to accept the situation as it is and start meeting everyone again, just in case."

"Well, it's good to ... er ... meet you ... again. And let me say how sorry I am about your parents. Your dad was a good man and a fine musician." Said John.

"May I ask what I called you before the ... er ... accident?

"Since you were little, you and Nicky have referred to Sarah & me as Uncle John and Aunt Sarah. But under the circumstances, I think you should just call me John." He said smiling.

"Then John it will be! And thank you." I said.

"Now may I ask you a question? How did you know Sarah was pregnant?" asked John.

"Oh! That's easy! The same way I know you're worried about the vote on the zoning for that strip center at Monday nights' county commission meeting. And also the mole on the back of your neck that the doctor wants you to get removed right away, but you're stalling because you don't want to face the fact it could be cancerous, especially after your last experience!"

"DADDY!" " exclaimed Mandy.

"JOHN!" exclaimed Liz at the same time.

With both trying to talk at the same time, I discreetly retreated to where Sarah and Debbie were talking to Grace.

Sarah said, "I see you met my husband. He must have asked how you knew it was twins." The twin sisters both chuckled. I asked Sarah to introduce me to Debbie.

"Michael, this is my twin sister Deborah Sanders. Debbie, this is our amazing cousin, Michael." Sarah said then added, "He's the one that put the bee in Aunt Catherine's bonnet."

Debbie grabbed me and hugged me and I knew it the moment she did, but waited for her to finish.

"Thank you so much for letting us know about Mandy! And for whatever you said to Aunt Catherine. Poor Mandy would never have told us if you hadn't."

Debbie had switched back to wine, so I said, "Your welcome. And I'll take that," taking the wine glass from her hand. "Your doctor would probably not approve of you drinking in your condition."

She stared at me uncomprehending, and then Sarah started screaming "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

Debbie grabbed me and looked her question without saying anything. "Are you sure?" I could sense.

I nodded. "Boys."

Sarah started again, "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

Debbie just stared. "B-b-b ... boys? As in more than one?" she finally asked when Sarah quieted down enough so she could be heard. By this time, Jeff, and the others had come close.

Candy had overheard the last part of the conversation and was confused "Did you say boys?" What boys?" she asked her mom.

Her mom couldn't speak. So I answered "Your brothers."

We don't have any..." Candy said, as the reality dawned.

"Not yet!" I replied with a grin.

"Debbie is pregnant with boys!" Sarah excitedly told their mom.

"Twins?" asked Liz

"No... ' I answered for Sarah. " ... Triplets."

There was a loud thump, as Jeff, trying to reach back for the chair, missed completely and crashed to the floor.

There was chaos and confusion as everyone was talking at once. I was just surveying the scene and waiting for calmness to regain its foothold, when Anna stepped up beside me and said, "You have got to tell me how you do that."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How do you know she's pregnant? I gathered she didn't even suspect it. And how, in god's name do you know it triplets, and boys at that? She asked.

"Oh. It's easy. I felt their emotions. I don't know why, but boys seem to give off vibes that are different from girls, less chaotic and confusing. And since there are three sets of emotions, it must be triplets. Multiples seem to run in the family, you know."

"You are amazing! I may just write that paper yet!"

Anna stepped away to the phone and made a call, covering her other ear with her hand so she could hear. When she returned she said, "Well, it looks like we'll be arriving at the ranch a little later. Debbie has an appointment with the doctor in the morning at ten. I figured we had best confirm this before we go. Can you tell how far along she is?"

"I'm new at this. But based on a comparison with Sarah, she seems a little further, maybe a week or two. But with multiples, it makes it hard to say." I replied.

Anna went to the built in cabinet and removed an old leather satchel type bag, and pulled out a stethoscope. Then taking Debbie's arm, she led her to the other room. When she returned, she walked past me to replace the stethoscope in the bag and the bag in the cabinet, before turning to say. "Well. She seems healthy. She did miss her last period, and normally, she'd be due to start any day now. I guess we shall see." She said before moving away.

"Maybe YOU will see. I already know." I thought smugly.

Catherine and Liz began to gather everyone back to their seats.

"I don't know who looks more shocked, Debbie or Jeff." I thought, as I took my seat between Grace and Nicky. Jenny came and plopped down on my lap, and instantly I realized "Uh. Oh! This ain't gonna work!" as Little Mike suddenly responded to 105 pounds of naked girl.

"Uh ... Jenny, honey. I'm afraid you're much too sexy to sit there." I said quietly. She paused for a moment as she suddenly became aware of exactly why. She simply looked at me and smiled real big.

"I don't know, I kinda like it!" she grinned at me.

I was trying to get my hands positioned where I could slide her off my lap, but the casts made it difficult. Suddenly Catherine spotted my predicament, and said loudly, "Michael! Just leave her there!"

I stopped trying to dislodge her, and Jenny relaxed onto me more. Feeling my manhood rigid against her tight little ass, Jenny wiggled a little and kissed me on the cheek saying out loud for everyone to hear, "You know, you're my favorite cousin!"

"Why is that Jennifer?" asked her mom, who seemed to be getting much too much pleasure seeing me squirm.

"Because he's the only cousin I've got, who's got a lump in his lap that feels good to sit on!" she said gleefully.

Everybody laughed at that and my reaction as I blushed deeply.

"Where do girls learn how to flirt like this?" I thought.

Liz led off the session this time.

"Well that brings us to our last two topics of the evening, masturbation and ejaculation. Before we go on, I have to ask you something Grace. Everyone else's parents agreed to this little demonstration beforehand. And we included you in the first session because you are special to us, maybe a little more special to one of us than the others..."

Everyone laughed as Grace bowed her head and blushed.

" ... and we decided that the first part was information you might need to know, and show you a little more of what we believe and how we feel about our sexuality. However, for this next part, only you can decide if you are ready to know more about masturbation and ejaculation. What do you think?"

With her head still down, she hesitated, then finally raised her head and said, "I am overcome, not so much by the nudity and discussions, but by your accepting me into your family so completely. My mom died three years ago, and our grandmother begin getting weaker right after that, so my sister and I, well, we're all each other has had until now. I want to be a part of whatever this family does. I just wish my sister could be here too." She was smiling, but had tears in her eyes too.

Catherine said, "Grace ... we already think of you as family. All those nights you sat with us waiting on Michael to wake up, we got to know you pretty well. You are welcome to be a part of this family for as long as you want. And if your sister is anything at all like you, she'll be welcome too!"

"Grace is a twin too! Her sister is exactly like her!" she giggled.

"Good grief! Six sets of twins, and a set of twins and a set of triplets on the way. This family must have the corner on the market when it comes to multiples!" Anna exclaimed.

Jenny, along with everyone else got excited about Grace being a twin, and as she did, she wiggled even more on my lap. And as everyone was saying how welcome she was, Jenny leaned back and turned towards Grace to hug her. When she did, she popped those lovely teenage titties in my face, her nipples raking back and forth across my chin. I thought I would die, from both pleasure and embarrassment at the same time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Anna walk to the phone again.

Finally, things calmed down and Catherine continued..."As I mentioned, this last part is about masturbation and ejaculation. Most of what Liz and I are going to say, we are addressing to you girls, not to slight Michael, but he and I have already covered much of this, and because he cares for each of you and wants you to be happy and safe, he has graciously agreed to help us with the next part."

"I did? It must have been while I was still in a coma! I'm sure I would have remembered volunteering to jack off in front of 7 teenage girls, their parents, and grandmothers!"

Liz took over. She begin by asking "how many of you masturbate?"

None of the girls said anything, looking down or around or anywhere but at Liz. Finally, Julie raised her hand.

"Oh. Come on now!" Liz said, "We..." sweeping her hand towards the parents. " ... promised we would tell you the truth. Shouldn't that go both ways?"

Slowly, the rest of the girls raised their hand.

"OK. That wasn't so bad now was it?" Liz continued. "Truth be told, almost everybody does it. Once they reach puberty. Masturbation is very wholesome and natural. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it. In other words, it's OK to do it and it can be a part of a very satisfying sex life."

It was Mandy this time who asked, "Does that mean you and Aunt Catherine do it too?"

"Of course, how do you think we've survived since your grandfather and uncle passed away?" She asked rhetorically. "As I said, EVERYBODY does it, and that's OK. Now it usually is done in private, and most people think of it as very intimate and erotic. But those of us, who have had the pleasure of a good lover, find it lacking most of the time. It becomes good for a quick release from sexual tension. But it doesn't compare to the feel of a warm body and a stiff cock!"

There were some chuckles. Catherine took over.

"I wonder if they rehearsed this? They're handling it like they do it for a living!" I thought.

"When girls masturbate, just like when a good lover makes love to us, we usually take our time working into it. Allowing the good feeling to penetrate throughout our bodies, exploring every sensitive area we can, and enjoying the journey, until finally, and sometime regretfully, we arrive. Fortunately, we are made so we can repeat the process almost immediately and multiple times until we are completely happy."

"For guys, it's different. They are wired different. For them, it's not so much the journey, but the destination, or reaching their climax or ejaculating. The pleasure for them is all in cumming. And once they cum, it usually takes a little while to recharge their batteries, so to speak."

"Now, since you have all said you masturbate, you know what happens from the woman's point of view. But how many of you have ever seen a man climax?"

They shook their heads.

"We..." again indicating the adults, " ... talked about this for a long time, about showing you, tonight, what it looks like for a male to ejaculate. We discussed which one of your fathers should demonstrate. Or even if it should be both. I'm telling you this, not to embarrass them, but to show you how much they love you that they would even consider doing it for you. And how much your mothers' love you, that they would be willing to share, what for most couples, is a deeply personal and intimate time reserved only for them."

"But I explained Michael's strong belief that each of you should be well informed about not only your own sexuality, but the different degrees of sexuality in any perspective partners. For instance if Mandy had known that what she thought was harmless flirting with a sexually immature male, would lead to his becoming overly aggressive and actually damaging her hymen with his finger, she could have made the decision on whether she wanted that, based on her knowledge, and not stumble on it out of ignorance."

The girls were all looking at Mandy with compassion.

"Does that mean she's not a virgin anymore?" asked Jennifer.

"That's a very good question Jennifer. And the answer demands more time than we have tonight." Catherine said. "However, if you will be patient, I promise we will address it the next time. But the short answer is ... No. Mandy is still a virgin in EVERY sense of the word."

"Now as I was saying, Michael has agreed to do this, not because he likes masturbating in front of people, but because he cares about you. You may not appreciate this now, but in the years to come, I think you will look back and be very grateful for his help tonight."

Liz took over asking, "Michael, would this chair be OK for you?" pointing to a large leather chair to her right.

I slowly rose to my feet and stepped to the chair. Seven pairs of eyes followed my now shriveled cock with every step.

"Why does this feel like I'm walking to the electric chair?" I asked myself. "Catherine and Liz are right. Masturbation has always been private for me. But ... on the other hand, this isn't about me. This is just a part of the girls' education, getting to learn about something they are dying to know. And I don't want them finding out in the back seat of some crud's car."

I faced the girls and sat. They each looked at me, some slightly embarrassed, others curious, Julie and Nicky looked eager. I began to rub my shriveled member, thinking of Jenny on my lap a few minutes ago, then looking at each of the naked girls, finally trying to recall last night with Sydney. Nothing seemed to be working. I glanced at Grace, I could see she was starting to get concerned, or maybe embarrassed for me now.

Finally, I said, "I ... I'm sorry."

There was a faint "Oh ... no!" from someone, probably Julie. But Catherine stepped next to me and said, "While I am sure you are disappointed, that too, is part of growing up and maturing. Sometimes, you will face disappointments, but it's how you respond that will determine your character."

Liz then said, "Uh ... I have an idea." She looked at Grace and asked, "Grace, since the rest of us are related to Michael, would you consider ... er ... helping him? Please, don't feel that you have to."

Grace looked at the floor; I could see she was debating it, very hard. I wanted to reassure her she didn't have to, but truthfully, a part of me really wanted her to.

Finally she looked at Liz and said, "I'm sorry."

Catherine immediately said, "Quick! One of you tell me what Grace just did?"

Silence. "She said no?" Nicky offered. You could see the light dawn in their eyes.

"Excellent! Nicky. You are correct. Grace evaluated the situation, and despite the peer pressure to do it, she decided that SHE wasn't ready, so she said no. If you remember nothing else from this night, I hope you will remember that. Like John told you, it's your body, and nobody can tell you what to do with it. And when it comes to your sexuality, you get to make your choices and then you get to live with them. What we want for each of you is simply to have as much information as possible to make the best decisions possible."

"Grace, thank you for having the courage to say no. It turned out to be a good lesson." Liz said, "And Michael, thank you for trying. We are..."

"Liz?" Anna interrupted.

"Yes?"

"I'm not related..." Anna said. Actually 'purred' would be more accurate. She moved behind the leather chair I was sitting in and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Placing her lips near my ear, she whispered "You can touch me now, like you did this morning..." I could hear mischievous delight in her voice.

Liz looked at me. I shrugged. "I guess I'm game if she is." I replied to her unspoken inquiry.

Anna reached over my shoulder, running her hand down my arm, across my chest, to my thigh. She slowly came around to my side, still moving her hand slowly up and down my thigh, dipping to tickle my balls with her nails occasionally. My cock, which had been almost totally limp begin to harden, flopping against her hand. But she made no move to actually touch it.

Liz had positioned the big leather chair so the girls all had a close and unrestricted view of me. And with Anna on my right side, seven pairs of eyes got there first observation of that mysterious transformation men go through every time they become aroused.

Finally, Anna touched my cock. Teased it actually, running her fingernails lightly up its length from my balls all the way to the tip. I groaned. The sound surprised some of them. Then wrapping her small hand around the base, she began to move it slowly up and down.

"God that feels good!" I thought.

Anna smiled.

I felt a different presence, and opened my eyes.

"When did I close them?" I wondered.

It was Julie. She had risen from her seat on the floor and knelt beside my chair to get a better view. Her eyes were wide and she had one hand on her breast, gently toying with her nipple.

I smiled at her, and began to focus on Anna beside me. She felt me as I begin to tickle her with little images of me running my fingers on each side of her large breasts. Finally I sent her images of my fingers tweaking her nipples. I sensed an "Oh." And she slowed for a second to move and kneel directly in front of me, proudly presenting me her breasts, with nipples that stood out almost an inch. She looked down at them then up to my eyes and smiled real big.

I got it! The nipples in the image I sent her had been much smaller. She wanted me to see the real thing so I could send her more realistic images.

When she moved in front of me, even on her knees, she blocked the view, so almost as one, the other girls rose and gathered around the chair. I could see moisture glistening on several young pussies, and realizing it, I groaned again.

Anna, realizing she had an audience, assumed her teacher tone of voice, and said, "The male penis is a paradox. It looks too big to fit, but actually fits like a glove. It appears so hard, but it's actually soft to touch. And the heat it gives off when you touch it, gives you chill bumps."

I had closed my eyes again, enjoying the gentleness of Anna's touch as she kept rubbing my swollen cock from base to tip, twisting her hand slightly under the edge of my glan, then slowly back to the base.

After a moment, I heard a voice say "Can I touch it?" and was surprised, because it wasn't Julie. It was Randi!

"It's not mine, but ... I don't think Michael would mind!" Anna said. I could hear the mirth in her voice. I kept my eyes closed as I felt a second hand on my swollen member. Anna quit her stroking momentarily, and wrapping her hand around Randi's, began to demonstrate how to stroke a cock.

"You're right! It's hard, but soft too!" she said softly with wonder in her voice. She squeezed and my cock and I jerked a little.

I heard Anna's teaching voice again as she instructed Randi.

"Not too tight! A man's cock ... er ... penis," the girls giggled. " ... is very sensitive, just like your clitoris. There, like that." As I felt her grip become softer. "Every man is different; some like it hard and fast, others soft and slow. A good lover will tell you what he enjoys and feels best."

Randi's hand continued for a while, and then Anna said, "That's good. Would anyone else like to touch it?"

For the next 10 minutes, a variety of hands stroked my stiff cock. I wasn't in too great a danger of coming because of the irregularity of the different hands stroking me. I kept my eyes closed and didn't try to read the different touches, instead focusing on the erotic feeling they were creating in me.

So, while each of the girls tried it, with Anna giving instructions, I focused on teasing Anna some more, sending images of caresses and nibbles to the different erogenous zones on her body. Everywhere except her pussy. I wanted to tease her for letting the girls touch me. I could sense the heat building in her loins as I teased her. My cock felt cool as the last hand lifted, and was replaced by Anna's again as she asked "Did everybody get to touch it?"

"Nicky didn't get to." Said Grace.

My eyes sprang open. Nicky was kneeling next to Anna, her eyes searching mine, pleading. I smiled as I nodded. "I'd like that. But only if YOU really want to." I said lovingly.

She reached up slowly, as Anna removed her hand. As Nicky's hand grasped me tenderly, unmoving, she closed her eyes and sighed. There was another sigh on my left, and I glanced to see Catherine, a look of tenderness on her face.

"Move your hand up and down, sweetie." Anna whispered to Nicky. "You know, I really love to do this because I love the feeling of power that comes from making my lover feel so good."

At the words 'my lover' I could suddenly sense the floodgates of Nicky's heart opening and a flood of emotions poured out, engulfing me. She must have sensed me respond to her as she suddenly began to speak to me with her mind.

"Oh Michael! I never thought I'd get to touch you this way! I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Nicky." I managed to think. "And I love the way you're touching me!"

She continued to stroke me lovingly up and down. She must have paid attention to Anna, because she started twisting her hand at the top of each stroke. I opened my eyes slightly, and saw Julie and Grace with one hand on their breast and the other rubbing their pussies. I couldn't see the others, but imagined they were doing likewise.

"I so love doing this for you Michael." Nicky thought to me, "I love making you feel good. I can't wait to get you alone. Do you want me to tell you all the things I'm going to do for you?" She continued stroking my cock, getting faster as she kept up her endless string of erotic thoughts.

Finally I heard "Will you cum for me now ... Lover?" she thought, and leaning forward, she stopped rubbing and kissed the tip of my dick, licking the head with her tongue. My balls tightened, my dick enlarged even more and I gasped, "I'm..."

The cum shot out of my balls in massive squirts, going all over Nicky's face and hair. Jerking with each discharge, it managed to get some on Anna too. Totally drained, I sat unmoving, Nicky's hand still wrapped around my shaft.

Nobody said anything as the girls slumped to the nearby couch or the floor, grins of satisfaction plastered to their faces. It appeared that every one of them, except Nicky, had achieved their own release.

Anna's hand still rested lightly on my knee, and I sensed her "Oh. My!" before she pulled her hand away and stood looking around. John, Sarah, Jeff, and Debbie had disappeared. Liz and Catherine were nowhere to be seen either. As the sole remaining adult Anna said, "OK everybody, to bed. We have a full day tomorrow. Good night."

Then turning to Nicky, she said "Nicky, why don't you come with me and let's get you cleaned up?"

Then, to me she said, "Michael, why don't you stay here just a moment. I'll get you something to clean up with."

"Well, I guess that means the couch for me!" I thought, as everyone drifting off to their rooms.

Grace came over and said softly, "You are so wonderful. And your family too. I am so glad I got to be a part of that. Thank you. And thank you for letting Nicky. I told you, she's in love with you."

"You're welcome. And thank you too." I said.

She looked her question "for what?" at me.

"For being such an important part of my new life." I said.

"Good night, Michael." She said softly as she turned to leave.

I just sat there thinking about my amazing new life.



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Chapter 25


About 15 minutes later, Anna came for me. She led me back to a part of the house I had not seen. "This is my family's wing. I'm taking you back to get you cleaned up."

She led me in a nice sized room. The lights were out but I could see the outline of a large bed. She led me to the bathroom, and stopped in front of the sink where she picked up two clear plastic bags and quickly taped them over the casts. Then opening the shower door and turning on the shower, said "hop in."

I had just got the water adjusted when the shower door opened and Nicky stepped in. "I'm here to help you bathe," she said. And immediately picked up the soap and begin to lather me up with her hands. She paid particular attention to my dick, and soon it was as large as ever. Then she moved me under the spray as she quickly washed my back, squeezing my ass once.

"Oh ... Michael. All those nights I sat by your bed, wondering if I was destined to be alone all my life. Then miraculously, you woke up and I don't have to be alone anymore."

After I rinsed off, I moved her into my place under the spray, and begin to try and wash her back. The damned casts made it awkward.

Finally she said "Here, let me. Or I'll look like a prune before we finish.

I got out and dried myself off, while she rinsed off, then I helped her dry off.

"Anna said I could help you get ready for bed," she sighed, "but she needed to talk with grandmother before she can let us spend the night together."

I turned her to face me, "Nicky, since the moment I saw you Monday morning, I thought you were wonderful, charming, and sexy. As you can see," nodding at my now raging hard-on," I want you desperately. But before we take that irreversible step, I've got some things to work through."

I could feel her emotions saying, "Damned incest thing!"

"Well, not exactly," I said, "But please, give me some time. I promise. It will be soon, I just need some time. Please?"

I walked with her to the bedroom as I spoke; turning so she was standing with her back to the end of the big bed. There was no footboard, so I backed her up until she could feel the mattress against the backs of her legs.

"However, since you made me feel so wonderful, earlier, I would like to return the favor." I said pushing her gently onto the bed. Her feet were still on the floor, so I knelt, placing my fingertips on the inside of her knees and running them up and down her thighs, then pushing outward, spreading her legs.

"Michael! What... ?" she said alarm in her voice.

"Shhh. This wasn't covered tonight, but I think you'll like it." I whispered.

"It's something a lover does for his very special lady. It's something I want to do for you, Nicky." I thought to her as I dropped my head between her thighs and licked along the insides of her legs, up to, but not touching her young pussy. She was wet, and the smell of her arousal filled the air.

With the dim light coming from the bathroom behind me, I could barely make out the soft blond hair that sparsely covered the thin slit of her vagina. Her juices glistened, so using the flat of my tongue, I swiped it from the bottom of her slit, slowly, to the top, not stopping as I felt my tongue go over her prominent clit, then continuing until I reached her belly button. I licked her belly all around the little button. It was an 'innie'. Before running my tongue into it briefly, as I reversed my course.

"Oh! Oh! Mikey, oh ... Mikey." She began to pant softly. I continued my travels with my tongue, until I began to sense her reluctance at this new concept of pleasure fade, and then focused my attention on her outer lips, which had begun to swell, and open their protected treasures to me. She groaned my name, "Mi-i-i-key-y-y..." as I extended my tongue as far as I could into the depths of her pussy, licking the insides and spearing my tongue in and out rapidly.

"My God! She's ready to explode, and I've just started!" I thought as I touched directly on her clit for the first time.

" ... just ... just started ... Oh my god!" she thought. Or she may have said it out loud, who knows?

I was surprised as she came, erupting like a massive geyser, and spraying her pussy juice all over my face. Our connection, which had been momentarily broken when she came, returned and I sensed immediately she wanted more. More licking and rubbing her clit. I could tell the insides of her wet little pussy, was screaming for ... something. She wasn't sure what... "but please do that on my clitty again, NOW!" Her emotions screamed at me.

I complied gladly by lowering my lips to her clit, and sucking gently, pulling at it, stretching it tight, then touching the tip that was inside my mouth with my tongue. She grabbed my head, forcing me tighter against her pussy, as she arched her pelvis off the bed to add pressure to my mouth on her pussy.

I could read that she wanted pressure directly on her clit, but decided to see if I could tease a little more juice out of her. I lifted my right hand and holding it palm up, extended my middle finger and slowly penetrated her about an inch, gently rubbing just under her button. Then I sucked the now extended little button into my mouth, holding it tightly with my lips while I lashed it with my tongue.

It started as a low moan, strung out, never ending until she exploded, so I paused, but didn't let go. Then slowly, I started my finger and tongue again.

The first one blinded my senses, making me unable to read her momentarily, so I didn't sense the second and more powerful climax, erupting quickly after the first one. I heard this one. It wasn't a thought, but a real scream. "Oh-h-h God-d-d... !"

I don't know if it was the sound of her scream, the explosion of her climax, or her knees jerking up, that caused me to fall back on my haunches. But I simply watched as she curled into a fetal position on the bed, still moaning slightly.

Rising, I went to the bathroom. One thing about my gift, I didn't have to wonder if she was OK. I knew she was. So standing over the toilet, I grabbed my dick and tried to stimulate it the little more I needed for release. But the casts wouldn't let me get the right grip. I moaned in frustration, "Damned casts! I thought. When suddenly, a hand reached around me from behind, and sensing Anna, I opened myself up to her and she responded by quickly bringing me off.

"What a waste!" she was thinking.

"What a relief!" I thought.

She washed her hands quickly, and then said "Come with me."

Nicky was under the covers and fast asleep as we walked through the bedroom, down the hall, to the room next door. She led me to the bed. It was still warm and I could smell where she had just lain. Pushing me in and covering me with the covers, she kissed my forehead, and said "Good night," and walked out the door.

I was asleep before the door closed, dreaming of my amazing new life.



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Chapter 26


May 21, 1971 – Friday

I had to pee! That's what woke me. I didn't want to get up, but you can't fight Mother Nature for long. I finally rolled out of bed and looked around. It was still dark out.

"My body must still be on Eastern time." I thought.

There wasn't a bathroom in this room, so I made my way to the hall, then the room next door. It was the only bathroom I knew of, and I didn't want to wake anybody, so I entered softly, without knocking and walked quickly to the bathroom. I hoped I didn't wake Nicky. I finished and washed my hands as best I could, then running my fingers through my hair, I headed back to my bed.

As I left the bathroom, I heard, "Come join us." It was Anna.

I slipped under the covers, which ended up putting Anna in the middle, between Nicky and I. The night air was cool, at this elevation, so the heat from her body felt good on my still naked skin. Anna had on a Denver Broncos jersey as a nightshirt. As I slid in, Nicky slipped out the other side, headed to the bathroom. "Be right back." She threw over her shoulder.

Anna rolled to face me, her head propped up on one hand.

"You!" she said, "Are one amazing young man!" She was careful not to touch me.

As I learned more about my 'gift', I had begun to work on a set of personal rules concerning my use of it. One I was still working out was not to touch someone I cared about without invitation. And so, since she hadn't touched me, I didn't touch her. And because I wasn't entirely sure what she was referring to, but knew she had stayed with Nicky last night, I responded like a typical teenage boy ... I just shrugged and said, "What do you mean?"

"I mean ... you're a healthy, 16 year old male, and you could have taken her last night. Instead, you gave her the most sensual and erotic ride of her young life, while not doing anything for yourself!" She explained.

Then she added as an afterthought, "And what a ride! God, I'm so jealous!" We still weren't touching, but I'm not sure if she was saying or just thinking that last part.

"You're wrong. I did get something out of it. It thrills me immensely to see Nicky so happy. And I was able to help her experience something new and wonderful without crossing any irreversible lines."

"See? That's what I meant. Michael, you are mature beyond your years!" Anna said.

I just shrugged, feeling slightly uncomfortable at both the praise and her mention of my maturity. Then I added, "Thank you for your help last night. Both in the living room and in there..." I nodded towards the bathroom. "I'd never have gotten to sleep without your help."

"Get hold of yourself Anna!" she thought. We still weren't touching, but we were just inches apart as I sensed her feelings. I could feel her lust. "Oh-o-o Daddy, where are you when I need you?" she thought.

I flinched! I couldn't help it. Feeling me flinch, she immediately opened her eyes wide, looking to see if she had inadvertently touched me, realizing at the same time what she had been feeling.

"Oh my god! What have I done?" she thought, turning quickly away from me. I could feel the panic in her thoughts. Her mind was a whirlwind. I could sense some of it, even though we weren't touching.

"Anna. Listen to me." I said, and begin to see if I could send her calmness without touching her.

I was sending her calming thoughts, unsure if it was actually helping, when I picked up one particular thought. " ... and if I kill him, I'll end up in prison for the rest of my life. But at least daddy would be safe."

I sat straight up and begin to scramble out of the bed.

"Oh NO! Michael! NO! I didn't mean it! NO! Michael! Please, I didn't mean it!" Anna cried, sobbing even harder now.

My newly acquired rule about touching went out the window, as my self-preservation became more important than her privacy. I lunged back to the bed, wrapping my cast covered hands around her. I didn't know if she could kill me with her bare hands, or if she had a weapon under her pillow, but I wasn't taking chances! I squeezed her arms tight to her sides, trying to limit their movement as I tore viciously into her mind. I was almost ripping her emotions from her, searching for the one about killing me.

"Michael! What are you doing!" screamed Nicky as she returned from the bathroom.

I ignored Nicky as I found the emotion. It was mired in a huge mess of emotions, spurred on in panic, and quickly discarded. I could feel the regret she had felt the moment she thought it. I relaxed slowly, loosening my grip on her.

Anna was sobbing, "Michael, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Michael!" she cried over and over.

Nicky stood paralyzed at the sight of Anna sobbing and me obviously angry and afraid.

"W-w-what's going on... ?" Nicky managed to get out. She was suddenly very scared.

I looked at Nicky, nodding my head to the other side of the bed and said, "Nicky, Anna is very upset. Right now, she needs to feel our love. Can you help me?"

Nicky went to the other side and climbed on the top of the covers. She had found a Broncos jersey similar to Anna's and put it on. Anna immediately latched on to her arms and cried harder, repeating "Oh-h-h Nicky! I'm so-o-o sorry!"

We just held her as I tried to send soothing feeling to both of them.

Finally, after a few minutes, Anna began to calm down and then turned to me.

"Michael. Please! You have GOT to believe me. It was just a crazy thought that went through my brain. I didn't mean it. I couldn't..." she was sobbing again.

"There. There." I soothed, "it's all right. I was just surprised for a moment. Everyone has weird thoughts when they're panicked."

"You ... you believe me? Don't you?" she stuttered.

"Of course. I know that everybody has crazy thoughts that pop into their mind, and then are dismissed just as quickly. You just caught me by surprise, that's all." I told her consolingly.

"Michael, I am so embarrassed!" Anna said. "I would never, ever do that to you."

"I know, Anna. I know. I found the thoughts and I saw the emotions you felt after you thought it. You can't hide that from me. So I understand. I really do." I reassured her.

Nicky had sat quietly on the bed, taking all this in and finally said, "Would one of you please, tell me what's going on?"

"Nicky, without touching Anna, I felt something that is very sensitive to her. A very dark secret she keeps buried. When she realized I had sensed it, she panicked, becoming overwrought and distressed. In trying to deal with the ramifications of my finding out, she went through several possible reactions, discarding them just as quickly. One of them was to shut me up. I was caught off guard, so I touched her, and saw that she was never serious and had immediately felt horrible for even thinking it. You came in as I was trying to reassure her that everything would be OK."

"Can I ask what this dark secret was? Or how she was going to shut you up? Nicky asked.

"That's Anna's decision." I answered. "But before I leave you two alone to talk, there's something I want to share with BOTH of you. However, I think I can only share it if I touch you. Will you let me?"

"Of course! Said Nicky. Anna just nodded once.

I laid my fingertips on them, "Damn casts!" I thought.

"I need to check his file. It should be close to time to get those off him. Hm-m-m, I wonder what he can really do with those magic fingers then?"

"Anna!" exclaimed Nicky out loud. She was grinning.

"You heard that?" Speaking out loud also.

"Oh yeah. When he touches both of us, he does this thing so not only does he hear us, but we can hear him too. And, each other." Nicky explained.

"Nicky, I think I need to share our conversation on the plane yesterday. It would make a couple of different things clearer for Anna. Will you trust me?"

"With my life! I love you Michael!" she thought.

"Thank you." I thought to Nicky.

"Anna, I'm going to share a memory of a conversation Nicky and I had yesterday on the plane. I'm doing it this way because you can see my emotions and motivations and better judge me for yourself. I am doing this because while I was in your head a while ago, I saw what you were going to talk to us about. So I'd like your permission to share what happened this morning with Nicky also. The third memory is one of a conversation Catherine and I had on Tuesday. After all three, I will leave you two to talk, and await my fate. OK?"

"Uh ... ok." Nicky thought

"Go ahead Michael. She deserves to know it all." Anna said with resignation.

With that, I slowly replayed mine and Nicky's conversation on the airplane, then without pausing switched to this morning, from the time I came out of the bathroom.

"Wow! Did he hurt you?" Nicky interrupted at the end of that one. I sent them feelings of reassurance.

" ... Ok ... here we go. Just remember I love you Nicky". Then I replayed my conversation with Catherine on Tuesday morning, " ... Grandmother Catherine said "I know you have lots of questions. But first, I want to tell you a story..."

I fed it slowly, and cut it off as I was crying. Without saying a word, I slipped from the bed and started for the door. All three memories together had taken less than a minute to share. "It sure is a more efficient way to communicate." I thought.

"Michael." Anna said, "There's a robe hanging in the closet. Hector and Melena are probably already here. Use it to go get your suitcase. Use my room, the room you slept in last night, to get dressed. Nicky and I will be out shortly."

Nicky wouldn't look at me, but I could see her eyes were filled with sadness.



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Chapter 27


I could hear noises in the kitchen, and somewhere a toilet flushed. The house was awakening to the new day. I grabbed my bag and headed back to get dressed. Since there was no one to help, I put the scrubs back on, ignoring my boxers again.

"I kinda like going commando." I thought to myself.

Barefoot, I followed the smell of the coffee. When I got to the kitchen, Louisa and Melena were busy making breakfast, so I went straight to the coffee, saying good morning to both of them, and asking if I could serve myself. "Of course, Senor Me-kel." She said.

Coffee in hand, I stepped out the door to find a beautifully landscaped pool with a view to the east. The clouds were almost pink, reflecting the light from the sun still below the horizon.

" ... Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning!" I remembered the rhyme my father had taught me. "What a contrast! Mountains out the front door, and endless miles of grasslands out the back door." I contemplated the dichotomy, afraid to let my mind drift to the bedroom a few dozen steps to my left.

Suddenly, I could feel them. I don't know if it was because I was so focused, or because I was very emotionally charged, or because I loved them. Whatever it was, I suddenly could hear Anna say, " ... well, I don't know if he's better than your brother was. But he is definitely a very good guy. And since you have decided to go ahead, I'll..."

I breathed a big sigh of relief. I could tell from their emotions that, while it stretched their minds to imagine it, they had decided that if Catherine was ok with it, they would be too. And it explained so many little things. They were gonna be alright I decided.

"Did you know you're glowing?" said Randi standing beside my chair on the pool deck. I realized she was referring to the first rays of sunlight as the sun peeked over the edge of the plains.

"Can I sit out here with you?" she asked.

"Of course. I could never say no to a beautiful woman!" I said.

She beamed and sat her juice on the table, then pulled her chair around next to mine to face the sunrise. "It's beautiful out here." she sighed.

We sat without talking as the sun crested the plains, then it became hard to see, so we moved our chairs to face a little more northeast, and Randi said, " ... Uh ... Michael?"

I looked at her and smiled. She was a year older than Nicky and I, and two years older than her sisters. She was the only brunette, and the only non-twin.

"Yes?"

"Jen says you gave her a special name, and that you can feel what she feels?"

It wasn't really a question, but a search for verification, so I did.

"Yes."

"Why?" she asked.

"Why the special name, or why do I feel what she feels?" I felt like teasing her a little.

" ... ah ... Both!" she said, suddenly feeling a little frustrated at having to drag this out of me.

Smiling, I reached my hand over to her, and touched the back of her arm with my fingertips and replayed my memory of meeting Jenny for her.

"Now do you understand?" I thought to her.

"Yeah." She thought back.

"Now, as for the feeling what she feels, I'm not sure that's even possible. What do you think?" I thought at her again.

"I don't really know what to think. Julie and Jen both swear you can..." her thought ended as she realized...

"WAIT! What are you DOING to me?" she yelled

Nicky and Grace walked out at the sound of the scream. They both immediately touched me for the replay, which I did. They were laughing when Jenny buzzed around them diving for my lap.

"What did you do to Randi?" she asked, then immediately followed with "I get to feed you breakfast! I haven't had a kiss, in like, forever!" she giggled.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

"There, now you've had one!" I laughed.

She pouted, and then smiled. "Be that way. Do you know what Grace told me?"

Before I could answer, she continued, "She said that boys could like, you know, lick your nipples and it's supposed to feel really good!"

"If you only knew how close you came to finding out last night!" I thought as I remembered what happened when she was on my lap.

They had all felt my thought.

"O-o-o-o" said Grace and Nicky at the same time. Randi just stared at me, but Jenny looked surprised for a moment, then turned and planted a big kiss right on my lips. I was surprised by it, and before I could respond, she pulled back.

"I'm gonna have to find somebody to teach me how to kiss better." She said.

"I'd LOVE to teach you, but I don't think your virginity would survive the lesson!" I teased.

They all got into it then, trading barbs and verbal jabs, without worrying about anyone getting mad at them for sounding a little naughty. They got a little carried away, but finally Louisa called us for breakfast.

As everyone gathered around the big table again, Louisa and Melena started carrying in big platters of scrambled eggs with salsa, and sausage, and a big basket full of tortillas and another of biscuits. There were two jars of homemade jelly, some fig preserves, and a jar of honey.

I noticed Anna hadn't joined us and looked at Nicky. She just shrugged her shoulders. John was talking to Jeff about going riding today.

"Would you like to join us?" John asked.

"No thanks." I replied. It would have to be a short ride if we were leaving when Debbie got back from the doctor. "And shouldn't Jeff be going with her to the baby doctor?" I thought. It took me a minute to realize that daddies weren't as involved in prenatal care now, like they would be in the future.

The girls were making their lists of what they needed from the store. Grace asked me if I needed anything, and I asked her to pick me up a couple of disposable razors and a toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Grace, do you have any cash with you?" Catherine asked.

"A little..." Grace replied.

"Well don't worry about it today. I want you to get whatever you need. I'll take care of it." Catherine said.

"Oh I couldn't let you do that!" Grace said.

"Grace Richards-Wagner! I will not argue with you. You are my responsibility and will do exactly what I say. Understand?" Catherine's eyes were smiling. "You're family now, remember. That means you have to." She laughed.

There was a little tear in the corner of Grace's eye. Since she was sitting next to me, I could only read her faintly. But when Catherine added the 'Wagner' to her name, I knew she felt it as Catherine intended. She really was a member of the family!

Jenny was still feeding me, talking almost nonstop as she did. She mentioned how much she enjoyed going without clothes last night and everyone else joined in on that topic. Jenny couldn't wait to get to the ranch, but a couple of times she let some of her frustrations show through.

"How am I going to be able to be naked around you and not be able to do anything?" she said at one point.

"What sort of 'anything's' can you not do?" I teased.

"What if I decide I want to ... you know... ?" she asked.

"You know?" I teased again. "What's a 'you know'?"

"Michael Gregory Wagner! You know exactly what 'you know' I'm talking about," her exasperation with me showing.

"I do?"

"Yes! What if I want you to ... put that thing that was poking my bottom last night, somewhere else?"

By now, Anna had returned, but hadn't sat down. The rest of the table had gotten quiet, listening to us.

"Oh..." I said. "You are concerned you might decide you want to try having sex? Well what's stopping you?"

"You're doing this to see if I learned anything last night, aren't you?" she said.

I winked at her. "I knew you were smart, the first time we met. At least the first time I remember." Everyone laughed, but still listened to see how this would play out.

"You want to know if I understand that it is my body, and that I have responsibility for it and what I do with it. Right?" she asked.

I nodded, smiling at her proudly.

"And I can choose what I want to do, but I have to live with the consequences. If I smoke, or do drugs, or have sex because someone else talked me into it, then I have to live with the results. You want to know if I understand that, or if I'm gonna run around doing bad things to myself because I can. Right?"

Liz spoke up before I could answer, "Jennifer, I don't know if I have ever been prouder of you than I am right this moment. I was not sure we got through to you girls last night. But what you just said, tells me you not only listened, but understood."

"Mother is right. We were not sure we were doing the right thing, and that it could really get out of hand. But to hear what you just said, makes your dad and me both proud too. And it's proof that we made the right decision to trust you. I love you Jen," said Sarah.

Anna, still standing said, "I hate to intrude, but we have a very busy day. I take it, you and John are riding fences with Alonzo today?" she said to Jeff.

"We'd like to go riding, but I don't know about fences." Jeff said a little nervous.

"Oh. That just means you ride around the fence line in a pasture and check for problems. Alonzo is leading that work group today." Anna supplied.

"Oh ... OK. Sounds good to me." Jeff said.

"Great! They've been waiting on you. Hector will show you." John and Jeff left.

"Liz?"

"I'm going to be lazy and take it easy. I was up past my bedtime last night." She laughed.

"Catherine?"

"I'd like to go with you and the girls if that's OK?" Catherine asked.

"Of course! The more the merrier!" Anna said.

"Sarah, I take it you're going with us?"

"Triplets!" I wouldn't miss this!"

"Ok. That brings me to Jennifer, Julie, Randi, Candy, and Mandy. With your parents' consent, I have arranged for you to be examined by the same OB/GYN as Debbie. If everything is OK, we'll get you started on the pill."

There was a chorus of cheers. Suddenly Randi jumped up and said, "I gotta have a shower!" and ran towards her room. There was a shuffle of chairs and feet as it also dawned on the rest of them where they were going and they all ran off in the same direction.

"Nicky, would you please show a couple of them where everything is in dad's room?"

That left Grace and me. Catherine was still there too.

Catherine said "Grace, we also have you an appointment. If you're sure you want this. I just want to make sure we aren't pushing you."

"Oh Catherine, I can't thank you enough for including me. Yes I want to go on the pill. I'm just not sure I can afford it. I only brought $63 dollars with me."

"Listen to me. Quit worrying about money. We've got more than we know what to do with. Just accept that you are a part of the family now. And that doesn't mean you have to marry Michael."

"And why not? After all, I fell for her first!" I said laughing.

"We'll worry about that later, but not now. For now she's your unofficial sister. And that means she gets the same allowance you do."

"I get an allowance?" I was really surprised. "How much?"

"Five a month."

"I get five whole dollars a month?" I said jokingly.

"No, you get five hundred dollars a month. And so does Nicky, and now so will Grace." Catherine said with a little glee in her voice that she had one-upped me.

I was impressed, but poor Grace was floored.

"You're joking?"

"No sweetheart. Why, is that not enough?" asked Catherine, really teasing Grace now.

"Oh no ... no ... I ... uh ... I mean I ... Oh-o-o-o..."and she started balling. Not crying, this was balling.

Catherine was standing behind her and bent to hold her saying "There ... there."

Anna couldn't resist, "I don't know if we should tell her the rest..."

Grace looked up at Anna, then Catherine, then me, her eyes were pleading, like she didn't know if she could take any more. I just smiled, and touched her arm sending "I love you! We all love you!"

Anna looked at Catherine, and then held up her left wrist, in the universal sign for running out of time.

Catherine said "Grace we wanted to talk to you about this next part, but for security reasons, we couldn't, so I hope you won't be mad. But with Anna's help, your sister will be arriving at the airport about 9:30 this morning so we really do need to get moving."

"Natalie? Here? Oh! God! Oh! God! Oh..." she screamed!

Naturally this brought the troops. Everyone not actually in the shower came running to see who was being tortured.

Nicky arrived first and Grace tackled her, hugging as they fell to the floor. They were laughing, Grace was also crying. And between Nicky's incessant "What's" and Grace's constant "Oh God's!" I don't know how she got the story out.

"Oh well. I don't know what good my 'gift' is. Even sensing everything they're feeling, I still don't understand." I said to myself.

Nicky and Grace ran off to get ready, and Catherine excused herself to do the same. I could feel her glow as she left. "She really gets a kick out of this!" I decided.

Now, only Anna and I remained. She looked at me.

"Take a walk with me?" she asked sweetly.

"My pleasure." I rose and offered her my arm and we walked out the door.

She took me around the house, by some of the out buildings, describing what they were used for, and sometimes why. Finally, we ended up at the barn. Removing her arm form mine, she led me to a stall. On it hung a bright blue horse blanket, and an ornate saddle that was worn, but still gleamed, obviously receiving frequent attention.

Inside the stall were fresh hay, and a small table. On it sit two pictures and a candle.

One picture was of a horse, groomed for show, with ribbons in its hair. The other was a young woman, bearing a striking resemblance to Anna, dressed for some Equestrian Event.

" ... It was The Spring Nationals, 1952. I was 12 years old." She said her voice flat, almost a monotone. I reached to touch her, but she stepped away. "She called him 'Jughead'. His full name was 'Naomi's Little Brown Jug'. My mom, that's her" she pointed to the picture. " ... my mom was supposedly a shoo-in for the '52 Summer Olympics, but in the second jump on the time trials, Jughead stumbled, and went down funny, breaking his leg. I think he went down funny, to keep from landing on my mom, who had fallen on the jump. He shouldn't have, she broke her neck and died instantly. My poor daddy had to put Jughead down. He wouldn't let anyone else do it. It was over two years before I saw him smile again." There was sadness in her eyes, as she completed the monologue.

Stepping close to me, she said in that same flat monotone "Now that you know why. You can touch me."

I turned and looked at her. She stood poised, and ready to yield to the inevitable, her eyes closed, and her lips drawn tight. I lowered my eyes to the hay on the floor and turned and walked away.



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Chapter 28


It was Grace who found me. I was sitting on a pile of rocks on a small mound in the middle of a large pasture. The house wasn't in sight, and I had no idea how long I had sat there. The sun was still up, but the moon had already risen in the late afternoon sky. I was deep in thought about all that had happened to me since I left Anna standing in the barn.

When Anna had told me I could touch her, I suddenly realized I didn't need to touch her to sense her emotions. All the words and images came to me, flooding me without the physical contact.

I was stunned. "What had happened, what had changed? How could I do this? Why could I do this?" I wondered.

What did it all mean? And why me? I remember walking for what seemed like hours, until I saw the smoke. It drew me as I changed direction slightly and headed towards it. It wasn't long until I could see the small fire it came from. Beside the fire, a man squat on his haunches watching me. He looked Native American from here.

"What does 'Native American' mean?" the thought, came to me clear as a bell.

"It another term for people native to the land known as America. Also referred to as Indians" I replied.

"Come. Sit. I have something for you to drink." He said.

I started to ask what it was, as he took a ladle and dipped into the small pot of bubbling brew. But suddenly I felt secure as he ladled the brew into a mug and handed it to me.

"Drink." He commanded.

I did. Expecting it to be hot, but I was surprised for it was refreshingly cool. I looked up at him with the question on my face.

He laughed. "Things are rarely what they seem, young one." He laughed again and I grinned. I had caught his double meaning.

"What is happening?" I thought.

"Wrong question." He answered in thoughts.

"Why is it happening?" I ventured.

"Better, but still wrong." He thought back.

"I am not in the mood to play twenty questions!" I thought to myself, as I took another sip. As the cool brew made its way down my throat, I felt an ebbing feeling, as if my worries were just melting away. As they did, I began to sense things around me.

Suddenly I was aware of a large elk! He was standing next to a stream, maybe a hundred yards away. He looked at me and I knew he was appraising me for any danger. "I'm no danger." I thought. He didn't respond, but I knew he understood. I was almost disappointed, because our channel of communication was so clear; I think I expected him to speak to me.

Then I became aware of the grasslands, they didn't speak either, but I could feel the energy they were channeling. This too, came through clearly. It was peaceful, balanced.

"Ah-h-h-h, you arrived quickly, young one." He smiled.

"The grasslands, they are balanced? Aren't they? And at peace?" I thought the question. He didn't have to answer, I knew I was right. I continued, "Then the question is how. How do I become balanced and at peace?" I half asked, half stated.

"Yes." He thought. I could sense his satisfaction with my conclusion. But he said nothing else.

"Well? How do I become balanced and at peace?" I thought, emphasizing the 'do I" in my thought.

He made a sound like clicking the roof of his mouth with his tongue 'tisk-tisk', and sighed.

I sensed his disappointment in me and was immediately saddened. I don't know why, but it was important I please this man. He said nothing else. And we were quiet for a time.

Finally I thought, "I can sense the emotions of others because they are focused bursts or streams of energy. If I become balanced, I can feel other energies?"

"Almost." He replied. "You erred only because you stated it as a question!" he thought with a grin.

Then taking me with him, I 'saw' the world around us through his 'eyes'. I breathed as a blade of grass, swam as a small fish, and even flew as a hawk. John and Jeff must have ridden nearby at some point, because we watched as Jeff's horse was spooked by a rabbit. The Old One did something, and the horse calmed immediately.

He told me of the energies of the rocks, and the earth, but I wasn't able to grasp those yet.

"In time, young one." He smiled.

I looked at him closely, thinking something about him was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Finally I asked him, "Why me?"

The Old One looked at me for a long time then asked, "What do you seek?"

"That's easy! I want to experience all the love and happiness I missed in my last lifetime!" I said.

He smiled, like that said everything.

I considered this for a while, trying to decide if it could be that simple.

We sat silently, as I continued to focus on the energies around me. The more I focused, the further away I could sense. I kept working with it, losing all track of time.

At some point, I realized he was no longer there, but on a hunch I focused on his energy, and suddenly realized he was all around me.

So I decided to see if I could find the girls. I focused first on Nicky and could sense her worrying about me. I knew, somehow, that the girls were back from town. Next I focused on Jenny and she was worried too. Checking one by one, they were all worried. Catherine was filled with dread, and Anna, was almost frantic. She was about to call for an S&R team, so I pushed calmness to each of them. Then knowing they were OK, I went back to being grass.

Like I said, it was Grace who found me. And after spending what seemed like ages being alone inside my head, I was glad to hear a real voice.

"Oh, Michael. When we got back and couldn't find you, we were all worried. We were afraid the Russians had found you." Grace said. "But then I felt you, like you were telling me you were ok."

"I was. But how did you find me?" I asked.

"I just followed the sound of your voice." She said like it was perfectly normal.

We started back to the house.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"I think so." I answered. "I just needed to work through some things in my head."

"I can certainly understand that." She said. "When I was sitting by your bed all those nights, I would think about what would happen if you would ever wake up. And sometimes, I imagined what it would be like, for you to take me in your arms, and sweep me away. Just your typical schoolgirl fantasy, right?"

"Well, you woke up. And you took me in your arms. And you most definitely swept me away, Michael."

"Now, I'm afraid. What if you don't like me, or don't want me. I'm pretty sure I want to be with you, but what if I'm not the one you want to be with. I don't know what to do. I can't bear to be away from you, but I am scared to be with you because you might see something about me you don't like."

"I already have, Grace." I said flatly.

"I knew it!" she thought to herself, "I've already blown it and we haven't even spent that much time together. I never should have come! I can't leave; Catherine would be so disappointed in me. She's been so good to me and now Natalie's here and everything should be so perfect and I have blown it with the first boy I have ever fallen for..."

I could have let it go on, but it was dangerously close to spiraling out of control. Taking her hand, I stopped in the middle of the field, and turned her to face me.

"Grace, do you want to know what I don't like about you?" I asked.

She wouldn't answer. I sensed her fear.

"I don't like that you doubt my feelings for you." I said. "If you want, I will love you and take care of you for the rest of our lives. But it will require you to trust me. Can you?"

I could see the indecision in her face; I could feel it inside her. I waited, patiently.

Finally, she said "Please don't hurt me. I have already lost one of the only three people that ever loved me." She was referring to her mom. "My grandma, the second one that ever loved me, is dying. And the third, my sister Natalie, is talking of leaving and going to work in Nashville to get money for college. When she leaves, I'll have nobody. So yes! I want to, trust you I mean. I'll try really hard." She was crying. And she was scared.

I hugged her to me, letting her cry it out. Then I let her feel the grasses, and then the stream that ran next to the path we followed, and a couple of birds that flew nearby. She calmed quickly.

Looking into my face, she said "I want to ask how you did that, but, right now, I don't really care. Just promise me that whenever I get scared, you will do that for me again."

"Forever..." I said.

"He loves me! He really loves me!" were the only thoughts going through her head as we made our way back to the house.



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Chapter 29

When we got there, they surrounded us with everyone trying to talk at once. I waited for them to calm down. Finally Catherine could make herself heard and said, "Where have you been?"

"I went for a walk." I replied.

"All day?" she said, accusingly.

I just shrugged.

At that moment, Anna came storming out of the house and down the steps to where we were standing. She stopped short, and then grabbing me by the hand she literally pulled me towards the big barn. She was walking so fast, it was almost a run. When we were inside the barn, she let go of my hand, then pulled back and slapped me! Hard!

I stumbled back falling flat on my ass. I was so surprised that I didn't even put my hands back to break my fall. I just sat there on my butt looking up at her. Her eyes were swimming in tears, her face contorted in anger

"You son-of-a-bitch! Where were you? I was worried sick! You disappear, and then show up eight hours later like you'd just gone for a stroll!" She screamed. "You didn't even touch me!"

"Ah-a-a-a! She's not mad at me, she's mad at herself." I thought. I read it all then. I had gotten the gist of the story this morning, but I saw the whole picture now. Kinda like the difference between looking at something in the mist, and then when it's clear. I was beginning to really appreciate what the Old One had shown me.

Because I could see more, and clearer, it was soon obvious what Anna wanted. I decided she was right. She has dealt with the guilt much too long now.

" ... I told you why, I showed you the stall, and you didn't even touch me..."

Her voice had gotten quieter, like she was running out of steam.

"You didn't even touch me." She said slowly, one more time. And then she collapsed beside me, crying.

Looking around, I soon spied what I thought would work. So I stood and grabbed her hand and lead her a few steps to the entry to an empty stall.

"Stand right there! Don't you as much as move a muscle!" I commanded in my sternest thought.

She heard me. She looked up at me, her face streaked with tears, but she didn't move.

The stall used a simple rail to keep the horse inside the stall. I reached down and picked up the rail and set it securely in place in front of Anna, keeping her outside the stall. Then turning to a nearby tack table, I quickly looked through the various straps and leads and selected what I needed. I also grabbed a length of nylon rope and picked up a newer looking saddle blanket that was sitting on the tack box.

Turning back to Anna, I noticed she hadn't moved, but she followed me with her eyes as I returned to the stall. Dropping the tack for a moment, I doubled the saddle blanket and spread it over the rail in front of her. Then ducking under the rail I went to stand in front of her.

Her anger gone, having been replaced by sadness and confusion, suddenly changed to apprehension as I thought, "Give me your hands!"

She hesitated.

"NOW!" I thought fiercely.

Since she was almost as tall as me, and with the training she'd had, there was no doubt in my mind she could have whipped my ass in a fight. But she was overwrought and feeling guilty. And she had been dealing with that guilt in every relationship she'd ever had, for over 15 years. It was time to put an end to the guilt.

I quickly wrapped the nylon around her wrists seven times, then between her hands until it was tight. Then taking the end, I went to the feed rack on the far end of the stall and pulling it taunt, secured the rope to it. Now she was standing, slightly bent over the rail.

I ducked back under the rail, and grabbed one of the rein straps. This is a piece of thin leather, about ten feet long, used to cut custom reins from. I quickly tied one end around her ankle and spreading her legs, tied the strap to the bottom of the stall dividing wall. I quickly did the same with the other. Now she was tied, legs spread a little wider than her shoulders.

Returning to the tack bench, I picked up what appeared to be a homemade leather-cutting knife. The blade was curved like a hawkbill, sharp on the inside, smooth on the outer curve. The handle was antler, and the blade looked worn, but sharp.

Then I returned to where Anna was tied. I could feel she was scared, but she was also resigned to her fate, and tied in this position, had a good idea what that fate was. It felt like she almost wanted it in order to feel purged of the heavy load of guilt she was carrying.

Pulling the material of her top away from her shoulder, I thought "If I were you, I would be very still. With these casts on my hands, you don't want to do anything to make me slip."

I let her feel the smooth side of the blade as the sharp side sliced through the fabric from her neck down her right arm, then moving to her left arm, I repeated the procedure, slowly, until her top fell to the floor of the stall.

"It seems that Dr. Carter has been a naughty girl. Is that right, Doctor?" I thought nastily.

"Un-huh ... Yes! You bastard!" she hissed. The use of her title and surname had surprised her, and embarrassed her.

"Good!" I thought.

"And just what do we do with little girls who have been naughty?" I thought to her.

" ... punish them?"

"Very Good!" I thought menacingly, "And how should we punish naughty girls?"

She was silent. So I dropped to my knees and started the knife up the outside of her pant leg, slicing easily thru the thin fabric. I lifted slightly when I came to her panties, for I didn't want to cut them, yet.

I repeated, "And how should we punish little girls who have been very naughty, doctor?" The use of her title seemed to cause her embarrassment to skyrocket this time.

"Ugr-r-r ... hmph ... Oh-m- m-m..." she groaned.

As I completed the procedure on her left leg, the back half of her pants fell to the straw covered floor. The front half draped over the rail, trapped by her weight on the rail.

I ducked under the rail and stood directly in front of her. Grabbing the cloth of her now shredded slacks, I pulled them slowly from between her body and the rail. The whole time I was looking her in the eyes and then softly I said, "I'll ask you one more time, Doctor, before I add more to your punishment. How should we punish ... very ... naughty ... girls, Doctor?"

" ... ugh-h-h ... BEAT them!" she screamed.

"Did you say to beat them?" I said quietly

" ... Yes! Damn you!"

I slipped back under the rail, to the tack table, and picked out a strip of leather about an inch and a half wide, probably a girth strap, and stepped behind Anna bringing the strap downward on her panty covered butt. Whack!

She jerked, but she didn't yell.

I asked her again, my voice low, "Is that how we should punish very ... naughty ... girls?"

She was silent.

Whack! Came the sound as the strap connected with her bottom once more.

Continuing in a low voice I said, "But Doctor, I can't start your punishment if I don't know it's the right one." Then raising my voice to sound even younger, "and I'm just a kid. You'll have to tell me!"

Her head jerked up, her body tensed, and her blush showed even from the rear.

"Ah-h-h... !" I thought. "Another sensitive area."

" ... fuck you! You mother-fucking bastard ... you know it is! You read my fucking mind..."

I ducked under the rail and facing her, slipped the knife under her bra between the cups, and lifted it until the little strap was sliced through and the bra fell open.

In the falsetto voice of a young boy, I said, "O-o-o-o lookie! Boobies!" She blushed deeper.

"My mommy says you shouldn't cuss. You are a very naughty girl." And then I slapped her left breast with the strap. Not hard enough to raise a welt, just enough to sting. She jerked upright as much as the rope would let her and I slapped the right one. She kept twisting and I kept slapping her breasts on the sides, the tops, a couple of times on the bottom as they swung out. Finally, I laid one across her areola and nipple.

She cried out "Damn you!"

I quickly slapped the other one, cutting off her shriek, to be replaced by soft crying.

I stood there caressing her breasts with my fingertips where I had just spanked them, pulling at her now extended nipples gently and reading her.

"So this isn't enough?" I was surprised. She was carrying more guilt than I realized.

I ducked under the rail to face her ass and using my fingertips, I lowered her panties below her cheeks.

"Now that we punished you for cursing, Dr. Carter, how should we punish you for seducing your father?" I asked.

She jerked at that one and started crying again, only harder.

Whack! The strap smacked her cheeks. Whack! Across her upper legs. I knew the smacks stung. I also knew I wasn't hitting hard enough to raise welts. But reading her let me know it wasn't enough. Then I saw it. I knew what to do. As I smacked her again, I began to lecture her...

"So you thought ... smack ... you could just go ... smack ... and take your ... smack ... mommy's place. Without even ... smack ... asking your daddy. You ... smack ... just crawled in his ... smack ... bed. In the middle ... smack ... of the night ... smack ... and said ... smack ... daddy fuck me ... smack..."

"I'm so sorry daddy! I didn't mean to make you forget mommy! You were so sad daddy!" she cried.

But what ... smack ... gives you the right ... smack ... to come to my bed ... smack ... and throw your naked little body ... smack ... at me ... smack..."

"This script is coming straight out of her mind." I realized.

"I'm so sorry daddy! I only wanted you to be happy. You were so sad. Please don't be mad at me any mo-o-o-re!" she wailed. Then she sobbed.

I loosened the rope holding up her hands, but didn't free her wrists, then held her as she cried.

Finally, with mascara running down her face, she looked at me and said, "Thank you. I must have needed that for a long time."

"You OK?" I asked

"I think so..." she said". "You can take these off now," holding up her wrists, with the rope dangling.

I scanned her as thoroughly as I could. She was right, she wasn't really hurt, but I could detect that she was holding something back. She wanted me to think she had dealt with her problem, but there was still that little bit she was hiding. That she hadn't let go of yet.

I had to make a snap judgment. Let her go and hope it was enough, or push it a little more.

Bringing somebody pain, was not pleasant for me. It didn't excite me or bring me pleasure. But leaving something unfinished bothered me more. I found my mind starting to wander off, wondering why I was even going to the trouble of making myself so uneasy, just to help someone I met only yesterday. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I knew what I had to do.

"Not just yet, I think. You see, there's still the little matter of assault. On a minor!" I laughed darkly.

"You wouldn't... !" she said as she searched my face to see if I was serious.

I didn't answer. Instead I took the rope tied to her hands, and threading it through a metal loop, recessed in the floor just outside the stall, pulling it taunt. The loop appeared to have been put there a long time ago, probably for tying a horse in the center of the stall for the vet, or something.

The effect was to bend her completely over the rail at the waist, with her wrists back through her legs slightly, and her ass prominently displayed.

Using the leather trim knife, I quickly sliced through the thin straps on the sides of her panties.

"What are you doing Michael? What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Michael... ?"

"Ah ... finally, the right question! I've already told you. Assault is a serious crime. Assault on a minor is even more serious, isn't it?"

"You wouldn't! Don't you dare! Michael, so help me!"

"God, now you sound like my mother! But even she never slapped me in anger. For nothing!" she could hear the anger in my voice now.

Michael, I'm sorry. Please. Listen to me. I was worried about you. And I was angry, but not with you, I was angry with me. I'm sorry I took it out on you! I didn't mean..."

Whack! This time I brought the strap down on her now naked posterior. Whack! Again on the other cheek. I continued for another half dozen slow strokes. Anna alternated between cursing me and begging me to stop. Finally I brought the strap underhanded, straight up on her pussy.

"Ow-w-w-w... !" she screamed. "Please! Michael! I'm ... Ow-w-w-w! sorry. I won't ever hit you again. I'm sorry ... Ow-w-w-w ... Michael!"

Between each lash, I would rub her pussy lips with my fingertips. Even with the pain, they were sopping wet. After three lashes, I dropped the strap, dropped to my knees and begin to lick her tortured pussy.

She moaned, "Oh-h-h Michael ... I'm sorry ... I so sorry. Please Michael..."

Between the spanking, and the humiliation, and licking her pussy, she came pretty fast. I was gonna tease her a little, but even I didn't see it coming, and it was a good one. She jerked, and moaned and then went ridged, standing stock still, then melted like and ice cream in July.

I walked to the tack table and looked around.

"Ah ... There it is. Good!" I thought as I picked up the bottle of mink oil.

I stepped back to Anna, still tied over the rail, and poured a little in the crack between her ass cheeks. Then using my middle finger, gently begin he rub it in around her rosebud. Back and forth I brushed lightly over her pucker. She begin to squirm as she realized what was coming next.

"Michael, please honey, don't do it." she said in her most motherly tone.

I stopped and picked up the strap and popped her twice, hard! Then quickly moved my finger back to her asshole, this time sliding my fingertip in slightly.

"No-o-o-o..." She cried. "Don't you dare!"

"I've told you once, don't use your mother's tone of voice with me young lady! Remember, I'm twenty years older than you, and much more experienced!" I said sternly, letting my anger show.

"I'm sorry Michael! I won't do it again! ... Please, Michael ... please don't do it!" she pleaded tightening her butt cheeks.

"Did you use that motherly tone when you fucked your daddy?" I said as meanly as I could.

"She jerked as hard as she could, stiffening her legs and then wailed. I pulled the string on my scrubs, and pulled out my cock, then shoved it in her dripping pussy and began to pound her as hard as I could.

"Oh Daddy I'm sorry!" was the general theme repeated over and over, mostly unintelligibly. The years of accumulated anguish came pouring out. Finally it was just tears, then nothing.

"I hope that's all of it. I don't think I can't do this anymore." I thought disgustedly.

I pulled up my scrubs, and then quickly untied her and led her to an old stool at the tack bench. Using some of the mink oil, I rubbed her wrists then her ankles. Sensing she was becoming dehydrated, and seeing no water, I stripped off my top, and pulled it over her head, pulling her arms through the holes. Then seeing it wasn't long enough, I grabbed the saddle blanket and wrapping it around her waist, picked her up and headed for the house.



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Chapter 30



I became focused like the Old One taught me and scanned the house. I was able to tell that John and Jeff were on the porch, the others scattered throughout the house. Grace and her sister were in their room. I decided that since her sister was here, I wouldn't bother Grace right now. Nicky was in the kitchen, talking with Liz and Melena. I focused on her and sent her a thought. When she felt me, she whipped her head around like I was there, but seeing no one, she became confused.

So I thought as clearly as I could "Nicky, please bring me a glass of water, in our room."

She smiled at the reference to 'our room' and got down a glass. In the meantime, I bounded the steps, not stopping to answer Jeff's question of "what the... ?" and headed down the left hall to 'our room'.

I laid her on the bed, and was removing the scratchy saddle blanket when Nicky walked in. She gasped.

"She'll be OK. She's dehydrated, and emotionally exhausted. Give me the glass and go get some more. Juice if they have it. If not, bring water. No cokes." I told her. Then added "Please."

I continued to get Anna to drink the water. When Nicky got back, I let her take over and I went to fill the bathtub. While the water was running, I went back and stripped my top off Anna. Nicky gasped when she saw her red breasts.

"Oh my god Michael! I think I should go get Grandmother." She said.

"It's OK with me, but Anna will be upset more if you do." I said. "I wouldn't have involved you, except you are the only one who knows a part of the story."

"A part? Which part?" She asked.

"Later! She has been through a very traumatic day. I just hope what she forced me to do, helped her."

"I want to know the whole story when she wakes up." Nicky said. "For now, help me get her in the bath, then you go get yourself cleaned up." She instructed. "Oh. And bring me her clothes. They're wherever you left them."

I said "Yes ma'am," and lifted Anna off the bed.

I helped Nicky get her in the tub, and then headed back to the barn, stopped in the bedroom to put on the top to my scrubs. As I headed out the door, I heard Liz say, "Dinner is in an hour Michael."

I waved my hand to indicate I heard and headed on out. Jeff and John were still sitting in the rocking chairs. I went on by.

In the barn, I hastily returned everything I had used to their original positions as much as I could, then picking up Anna's shredded clothes, I looked around for a bag or something to put them in. Finding nothing, I rolled them up in one of the pieces of her pants, making sure I got her the pieces of her panties and bra, and headed for the door. I stopped suddenly and returned to the tack bench and retrieved the strap of leather I had used to spank her with, wrapped it around her bundle of clothes and ran back to the house.

Almost everyone was in the living room, waiting on supper to be ready, as I motored on through without stopping. I didn't want any questions right now. Returning to the bedroom, I went to the bathroom and deposited the clothes on the counter, still wrapped in the strap.

Nicky was rinsing off a now moving Anna, as she turned to me, "Don't you knock?" she asked.

I just grinned. I was too emotionally gone to verbally spar with her.

"Michael. You have blood on your face!" Nicky said.

"Shit!" I thought. I had tried to be so careful not to do anything to Anna to draw blood, but apparently I had screwed up and done it anyway.

"I'm sorry. I really tried not to do anything that would cause her to bleed." I said sadly.

Anna had stood to dry off, so Nicky left her for a moment to check my face. She touched her fingers to my left cheek.

"Hm-m-m ... two small scratches, about an inch long. Barely broke the surface." She diagnosed. "Let me get some ointment. And by-the-way, you have straw in your hair and you smell like smoke and sweat." She added.

I looked at the shower and then the casts on my hands.

"Damn casts!" I said out loud.

Anna looked up at me. She was tired, but I could sense more peace about her than usual.

"Nicky, would you run to the kitchen and ask Melena for two plastic bags. Tell her they are for Michael's casts. I'm going to jump in the shower and wash my hair, and when you get back, we'll help Michael."

As Nicky left, Anna stood and studied me for a long while.

I started to say something to her, but I didn't know what to say. And I was too mentally wasted to try and scan her again.

Then reaching down, she touched her vagina, examining it with her fingers, professionally, like a doctor.

Finally she asked, "Didn't you fuck me?"

"Yeah. But I pulled out after you came." I said, feeling bad now for treating her so rough.

"You didn't cum in me?" she asked.

"No. I didn't know if you were protected. Besides, all that was for you." I replied.

She was silent, and then said,

"I am."

She was silent for another longer moment as she stared at me. I tried to prepare myself for the tongue lashing I was about to receive. I knew I deserved it. After all, who am I to try to heal somebody else. Lord knows I have spent enough years being miserable that I should know better than to mess with someone else's misery.

"So, let me get this straight..." Anna said. I saw Nicky return and stop at the door.

"First, you were able to understand, without me telling you, that I have a dark secret and have been carrying around this massive load of guilt for the last fifteen years of my life."

I just looked at her.

"And second, you decided you would help me deal with it by doing something so distasteful that you could hardly stand it."

I just grimaced but still remained quiet.

"And third, you didn't even get mad when I slapped you." Then she added, "Sorry about the scratches."

I grinned, but didn't say anything. "She's on a roll!" I thought.

"Then forth, you gave me the most erotic spanking I have ever heard of, and WITHOUT leaving a mark on my body."

I wondered what it was about Anna that she liked to organize her thoughts into lists.

"Then fifth, you fucked me to the most fantastic bunch of orgasms I have ever had in my life!" She was smiling real big as she said it.

"And sixth, even though you had me naked and helpless, you stopped fucking me when I couldn't take anymore, and without finishing yourself off." There was some awe in her voice.

"Then finally, you wrapped me in your own clothes, and carried me all the way back to my room, where you ran me a bath and asked your lover to bathe me. Did I miss anything?"

"How 'bout the part where I ruined your clothes?" I said.

"Nope. Doesn't count. Part of the erotic spanking." She said.

"How 'bout the part where I made you cry?"

"Nope. Part of the therapy."

"Well how 'bout the part where I teased your asshole?"

"Ok. I'll give you that one. So you made one mistake by not taking my ass when you could. Still, not bad for a hypersexual 16 year old minor." She said laughing now.

"HOLY SHIT! Did he really do all that?" Asked Nicky, her eyes wide.

Nicky, I've only known him for two days, but in those two days, I have come to trust and admire him more than any man I have ever known!" Anna proclaimed. "And if I hadn't promised you that tonight was yours, I swear I would have him in my bed right this moment!" She added laughing.

"Anna!" Nicky said as she blushed.

Anna opened the shower door, reached in, and started the water, then turned to Nicky before stepping in and said "He already knew! He knows everything!" and laughed.

Nicky put on my plastic bags, while Anna washed her hair. Then as Anna got out and began to dry off, Nicky pushed me into the shower, then stripped and joined me.

Telling me to hold my casts as high as I could, she started with my hair, washing it twice, before lathering up her hands and sliding them all over my body. She lovingly washed my shaft, watching as it grew in response to her magic touch. Kneeling to wash my legs, Little Michael kept slapping her face, but since he was still soapy, she had me turn so she could wash my back. She began to unmercifully tease my asshole with her soapy fingers while I was turned, because she knew I couldn't lower my hands to protect myself. When my back was clean, she stood and rinsed me off.

"I think I'll be sad when they take off your casts. It'll mean you can shower by yourself." Nicky said.

"But I can't shower by myself. I'm scared of the shower monster." I roared as I tickled her with my fingertips.

Laughing, we dried off. Anna was in her panties and said, mostly to Nicky, "I can't decide what to wear tonight."

"Something easy to remove?" I suggested with my 'Snidely Whiplash' laugh.

"That's true." Said Nicky. Whatever it is won't be on long!" she said smiling.

"Anna? Are you gonna be OK? You're not hurting are you?" I asked tenderly.

"Nicky, I lost my mom at 12. My dad was so sad, he never smiled any more. After three years, I got this crazy idea. And without discussing it with him, I surprised him naked in his bed, this bed, one night. I seduced him. I had to. Oh, he resisted at first, but finally gave in. What man could hold out against a determined naked teenage girl?" she asked, then continued.

"I had thought I could replace mom, at least a little. But afterwards, he was mortified! He never said a word about what had happened. He started locking his door at night, and making sure he was never alone with me," Her eyes moist as she relayed the told the story.

"She needs to do this. This is good for her!" I realized, and begin to send her some reassurance.

"I, of course, was ashamed and embarrassed. I avoided him for days. I felt so bad! And I have been feeling that shame and humiliation every day since then. The guilt I felt eventually wrecked every relationship I ever had. Most never survived the first night because I just couldn't forgive myself for making such an immature and foolish mistake; one that cost me my relationship with my dad."

"Maybe it did work. Maybe she really felt she needed to be punished." I thought.

"I felt like I had to be punished, and at first I wanted daddy to do it. But he couldn't. It's just not in him. He forgave me long ago, I'm sure. But I couldn't forgive myself. So I begin to have this fantasy about being spanked. I even visited a BDSM club once, but quickly realized they couldn't help me. Because part of helping me required that I tell them what happened. And I've never told a soul about that night!" she vowed.

Then smiling she said, " ... until now. And here I am confessing to a teenage girl. You, Nicky, are the first person I have ever had the courage to talk to about this!"

"Oh Anna!" she grabbed her and hugged her tight. "I am honored you trust me so much, and after last night and today and all, I ... well ... if you were a guy, I'd say I'm getting a crush on you." Nicky giggled. "I'm sorry. That didn't come out right. I meant I like being with you. You treat me more grown up than anyone ever has. So, thank you."

"I think I'm getting a crush on you too!" Anna laughed.

"So if you never told anyone, did Michael read you or something?" Nicky asked her.

I'm not sure WHAT Michael did! When he first demonstrated his ability to read people, I was panicked that he would find out the truth. So I avoided letting him touch me. Finally, this morning, after we found out he's actually older than me, I decided to get it over with and show him how sick and perverted my mind really is. That way, he would avoid me and I wouldn't have to keep worrying while we are at the ranch."

She looked at me, as I sent her a mental hug. Then she continued,

"Anyway, I walked him to the barn before we left, figuring to let him read me, then leave. That way, I wouldn't have to face him for a while. But when I offered, he recoiled and ran away. I still don't know why, and so I worried."

Nicky looked at me. "Later." I thought to her. She turned back to Anna.

"When we got back, and no one knew where he was, I was certain I had made him so upset he had run away. Then I felt him, and thought he was back. But he wasn't, and we still couldn't find him. So by now, I am sick with worry and afraid I have made another terrible mistake. This time, hurting a very sweet and amazing young man. Then he comes strolling in, happy and peaceful, and here I was, going out of my mind with panic and fear. Well ... I'm afraid I lost it."

She looked at me and asked, "Can you forgive me Michael, for putting you through this?"

"Wrong question. It should be 'did you forgive yourself?' You did nothing to me that calls for forgiveness." I answered smiling.

Anna bowed her head, "I think ... yes. I did." Then looked at me, "And I've fallen in love with you too!"

I looked at Nicky. I'm pretty sure she caught that last part, even though it was thought. It was still pretty strong emotionally, and Nicky has been getting better about this kind of thing.

"And I've fallen in love with you too!" Nicky thought to me. Then she laughed.

"So tell us Michael..." She took Anna's hand and squeezed. "How are you with two women in bed?"

"Uh-h ... Let's go eat!" I said.



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Chapter 31



Everyone else was already at the table when we got there. There were two roasts and a casserole of some kind, tortilla I think, along with at least three vegetables and a couple of salads. It smelled great.

Grace patted the chair beside her, and I sat down. On my other side was her twin. Wow! Angel bookends! How lucky can one guy get! I thought. "I don't know how I'll make it at the ranch!"

Anna and Nicky laughed. So did Catherine.

Grace just looked at them and said "What... ?"

They laughed harder.

"Nothing Honey. I think Michael is just a little over stimulated." Catherine said.

"And he's forgot about the icebreaker tonight!" said a still laughing Nicky.

"All I know," added Jeff, "is there are a million or more guys out there who would give their left nut ... er ... arm to be in his shoes, especially tonight!" Everybody but Natalie laughed.

Catherine was able to stifle her laughter a little and said to Natalie, "We're sorry honey. It won't take you long to catch up. But we're not laughing at you. We're just teasing Michael." Catherine smiled at me.

"Well, that can wait! But it's apparent to me that you all have forgotten the most important thing!" I said.

John bit. "What's that?"

"Most would call it a travesty. But I'll chalk it up to you being so anxious to play 'pick-on-Michael' that you forgot to introduce me to this angel." I said beaming.

Grace quickly jumped up and walked around me to her sister's chair. "How rude of me!" she grinned. Then adopting an air of formality she said, "Your Highness, may I present my sister, the Lady Natalie."

I pushed back my chair and stood as Grace finished. "My Lady, Sir Michael!" she said and grinned. Everyone else laughed at the titles Grace had arbitrarily bestowed.

I held out my cast, and, still seated, she reached out her hand to mine. As she touched my fingertips, I swept my other hand in front of me and bowed, then raised her hand slowly to my lips, touching them lightly. I looked into her eyes and was charmed. I looked into her soul and was captured! It was like a single firework exploding and lighting the night sky, then darkness.

I didn't realize how long I had actually held that ridiculous pose, or that Grace, on introducing me, had laid her hand on my elbow. But it was her little "Oh!" that brought me back.

I glanced embarrassed at the rest of the table, as I quickly took my seat. John and Jeff looked amused. Most of the ladies had looks of astonishment. A small "Oh my!" escaped Liz's lips. Jennifer asked her mother, "Did you see that too?"

"See what?" Asked her dad.

"That flash, like a ... a ... I don't know! Did you see it too? What was it?" Jennifer said rapidly.

All the girls jumped on that like grease on fat! I sat back and watched for a moment, then realized I was starved, so I tried to pick up my fork. Grace saw my troubles and immediately started feeding me. She had placed her left hand on my right leg to steady herself as she fed me so I thought to her "Thanks! I was afraid I would starve to death."

"That was beautiful!" she thought to me.

"What was beautiful?" I asked seriously.

"Don't do that to me. You know what I mean. I was scared you wouldn't like Natalie. That would have been so hard on me. But it was obvious to all of us you really liked her. I am so relieved." Grace continued to feed me as we talked. "I know I was touching you, but the others, how... ?"

"I can't really explain it. I don't really understand it all myself." I thought, "But remember what I asked you to do this afternoon?"

"Oh I do Michael. I trust you with my all my heart and I know you, and I know what I saw between you and my sister, and I trust that too. That's what was beautiful. You love her too!"

I'm guessing there was some logic in there, but then again, with girls, there may not have been. But I still did a double take, and twisted my head towards her just as she tried to put a bite in my mouth. The food went down my shirt, to my lap.

"What!' I yelped.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get it on you."

"Look, I'm the one that moved, Ok? And besides, that's not what startled me. It was what you said."

"But she didn't say anything Michael. You all have just been mooning over each other, not saying a word." Natalie interjected.

Julie snorted, trying to hold back her laugh.

Randi at the far end of the table, yelled "As if... !"

Then the girls begin giggling and picking on everybody. Meanwhile, back at this end, Catherine, who was sitting on the other side of Natalie, said "Michael, please don't do this to her. She's the only one who doesn't know..."

"Yes ma'am." I said to Catherine.

To Natalie I asked, "May I?" Holding out my fingertips.

Grace said "Oh goody!" and squeezed my leg tighter on the other side. Jenny and Julie lunged to touch me at the same time. Poor Natalie didn't know what to do...

"Natalie, I am going to touch the back of your hand. If it's uncomfortable, please pull away. OK?"

"Can you hear me?" I thought.

"Of course!" she said thinking I was a little crazy. And since her sister really liked me and hadn't said anything, maybe Grace didn't know.

"Oh, she knows..." I thought. Then added " ... don't you Grace?"

Grace was quick and immediately thought, " ... know what? That you're crazy, or that I don't just like you, I really love you!"

Realizing Grace and I were both reading her thoughts, she jerked her hand away. "How ... how ... did you... ?"

"Please, I can explain if I can touch you once more. I am going to share a memory with you of the first time I remember meeting Grace. It should explain a lot..." and I shared my memory of Monday evening starting with, " ... she giggled, and then stepped into the light! "Holy shit! You are incredible!..."

"But I can't help it if my boobs are bigger. It's not by that much." Natalie said out loud to no one in particular, before realizing everyone heard it.

Everybody cracked up at that! Julie was lying in the floor she was laughing so hard. Jennifer was saying how sweet it was, Nicky and Catherine were chuckling at seeing it again. The rest of the girls were laughing and making jokes.

John got up and said, "It looks like it's going to be a hard night. I'm going to excuse myself for a while." He stood and offered Sarah a hand, "Can you come help me?"

Sarah blushed and said "Certainly!"

Jeff and Debbie got up to leave then too.

"Wait!" I cried above the noise. Jeff and Debbie stopped, and everyone quieted down.

"I never heard what the Doctor said."

Debbie and Sarah looked at each other and grinned real big, finally Sarah said "It's Triplets! But it's too early to tell if it's boys!"

Then grabbing their husband's hands, they literally ran from the room.

"Where are they going in such an all fired hurry?" Candy asked.

"Why don't you ask them at the icebreaker?" I prompted mischievously.

At the mention of the icebreaker, all the girls immediately started talking among themselves. The level of sexual tension in the room shot up.

Liz stood and said. "Alright girls, the sooner the kitchen is clean, the sooner we start. So why don't all of you help get this cleaned up."

Anna stood and said, "I have to make a call," and left.

Catherine said, "If I could, I'd like to see Michael and Grace and Natalie in the study, please." And turned towards the living room.

Grace was still giggling as she took my hand, to walk to the study. She grabbed Natalie's hand too. "Come on. I think you'll like this." She said to her sister. Poor Natalie was still in a little shock at all that had happened, but followed meekly.

Natalie, I think we need to talk about tonight." Catherine said.

We were seated on a loveseat in a paneled room off the living room. Bookshelves, loaded with books lines two walls, a window to the front was in the third wall, and the door to the living room was in the fourth wall. A large desk stood facing the window with two rich leather chairs, turned to face the loveseat across a small coffee table. Catherine and Grace were in the two chairs. I think this was by design, but not mine.

"Uh-h ... Ok. But can you explain what just happened? I mean, I know what I saw ... but is it ... real? Can you" turning to me "really do that?"

I touched her arm and replayed my memory of watching her and everyone else just now. It only took seconds, but she was quiet for a long moment afterwards.

"This is going to take some getting used to!" she finally said, then smiled.

Catherine addressed her, "Natalie, I just want you to know how glad we are that you're here. I'm sure your grandmother is in good hands, and I promised her you both would be happy and safe. I also told her you would not be able to call for a while, but if she needs you, she has a special number. We could not tell her the whole situation, but she was led to believe you were both going on a working/vacation together, and would be back in two weeks."

"The nurse we hired, Mrs. Reed, went to school with your mother, and Mrs. Richards seemed to know the family pretty well. We have arranged for her to live in, and a backup for when she's off."

"Do you know the Reed family?" Catherine asked them.

"You hired a nurse?' asked Grace. This was the first she'd heard. Natalie had found out on the plane.

"Of course we know the Reeds. They have two girls a few years older than us. I think she will be great for grandma." Said Natalie.

"Good." Said Catherine, ignoring Grace's question. "Now, the dialysis machine will be delivered and installed sometime Tuesday, and a certified technician will come by three times a week to take care of that. I also arranged for my security team to rent the house next door, and to take care of the yard work and light repairs. Peter also has scheduled a plumber to replace the water heater, and the gas stove, on Monday. The new refrigerator and dishwasher probably won't be there until Wednesday. Peter's wife will cook and take care of the laundry and cleaning."

"You can't do that!" Natalie said with alarm, "she doesn't have that kind of money!"

Grace just laughed and reached for Natalie's hand. "Don't be silly! They don't need her money. But wait ... I know Catherine and she's not through."

Turning to Catherine, "Right?"

Catherine smiled a funny smile; I read it as a 'mother-daughter' thing and smiled too. "I think Grace is better for her than she is for Grace." I thought.

Immediately I heard, "Don't go there young man!" no doubt who sent me that thought.

"You're right, Grace. There is a bit more. It seems your grandmother was led to believe that the money and arrangements were your ideas. That you had landed a modeling contract together, and that your signing bonus is covering everything. That's why the two week trip, to do a photo shoot. She was also led to understand that the funds arriving in about a month will be your pay for the successful shoot, and will cover your first years of college.

"Oh MY God! ... oh ... my ... god! Natalie squealed. "Is this true? We can go to school? Oh ... my ... god!" She was up and leaning over Grace, hugging her tight before she finished.

Grace was laughing, and said to Catherine, "Just wait until I tell her she gets half my allowance! She'll pee her panties."

Catherine smiled and said "I'm afraid you can't do that Grace." Grace's mood fell, "Because she'll get her own allowance!"

Grace squealed!

"Oh ... no!" said Natalie. "I don't think I can take much more!"

"Then I guess you don't want to know about your allowance." Grace said smugly.

Catherine told her anyway. It was the same as Nicky and Grace and me.

When they finally calmed down, Catherine said, "After this is over I am going to set you up with a personal financial counselor, and as soon as you turn eighteen, a tax professional too. But for now, we need to discuss tonight."

"This is too much Mrs. Wagner. There's no way we can pay this much back." Natalie said.

"It's Catherine, Natalie. Mrs. Wagner was my mother-in-law. And this is not about repayment. As we grew to know Grace over the last couple of months, we all fell in love with her. And while I cannot officially adopt her, I have sort of 'unofficially' adopted her. Liz is my twin, and I know all about the connection between twins, so when we discovered Grace had a twin, I adopted you too. We just need to work through getting to know each other better, which should be easier because you are Grace's twin."

"I guess I'm just overwhelmed. Thank you so much for your kindness and generosity." Natalie said.

"Natalie, were you ok with going to the doctor and getting started on the pill?" Catherine asked.

She looked at me, somewhat embarrassed to discuss something personal in front of me.

So Catherine said, "Grace is my adopted daughter, and it looks like you will be too if you want to, but you might as well get used to the idea that my grandson is ... special. He has the ability to read your emotions and even share them with everyone else. It's call Empathic or something. So there are very few secrets around him." She smiled at me. She had talked about my gifts with pride.

"You will also find that we are very open and have decided to become more open with all the other young children," Catherine said, then to me, "You might as well give her the first few minutes of last night as well, it'll save time."

I did. Natalie blushed and hid her head in her hands. Finally peeking at Grace. "What should I do? Grace, oh please help me." Natalie thought staring straight at Grace.

Keeping my hand on Natalie, I touched Grace and replayed the plea. They were hugging each other on their knees, and whispering to one another. So standing, I offered Catherine my arm and we left. They were good girls. And smart. They could figure this out without us.

"Walk with me?" I thought.

"With great pleasure, Sir Michael." She thought mockingly.

I steered her towards the barn, as I explained, "I made the decision Monday not to keep things from you, for you are both beautiful and wise. Two things happened today, one I want to share now, the other I'll wait until we have more time."

"If you weren't my grandson, I'd be falling in love with you, Michael." She thought.

I immediately shot back, "I'm not you grandson. And I AM falling in love with you! I just hope the fact I'm four years older than you doesn't scare you."

"Oh ... my!" I felt her heartbeat get faster.

Once inside, I led her to the small stall/shrine, then shared what happened here this morning, up until I walked away from Anna. Then I thought to her, "I'll share what happened on my walk when we have the time. Here's from where I returned."

The replay didn't take long. I stepped away from Catherine when I finished, and didn't try to read her. For the longest time, she stood there unmoving, but her eyes were darting to the stall, and the bench, and back, then they closed. She swayed slightly, like she was losing her balance.

I stepped over to catch her, and lower her to the stable floor. I knelt there, holding her for only a short time, until she opened her eyes. I read her immediately, worried if I had overdone it. She was fine. Very fine!

She raised her hand and gently caressed my face saying out loud, " ... you are such a compassionate man ... I think I came, when Anna did." She smiled.

I just looked at her with surprise.

"Help me up. We need to get back, it's dark already, and we shouldn't be out here."

I said nothing as we walked towards the house. I just kept reading her, as she kept re-living what I did to Anna, and shivering again, when Anna came.

As we stepped onto the porch to go back inside, she stopped and turned to me, "You really are a good man Michael. I know your parents would have been proud," she said.

I suddenly realized she had slipped back into grandmother mode. "So that's how she's handling it!" I thought to myself.

Then so softly I almost missed it, Catherine whispered, "Be gentle with her Michael. It's her first time..." as we stepped in the door.



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Chapter 32



They had already started the icebreaker when we walked in.

"Hey! No clothes allowed!" Candy and Mandy yelled together.

Catherine and I stripped where we stood, throwing our clothes in a pile by the door. Natalie, Grace and Nicky were sitting on the couch and scooted closer, leaving a spot for me between them. Jeff was in one of the big leather chairs, Debbie on his lap. John and Sarah shared the other one. Candy, Mandy, and Randi, were crowded together on the love seat, Jennifer and Julie, were in the floor, leaning against the couch or love seat, and Liz and Anna were in chairs from the dining room in front of the fireplace. There was an empty chair next to Liz.

Liz said, "Anna was just about to fill us in."

Anna looked concerned. "I'm afraid the news isn't great. The FBI team and your security people, left for the airport yesterday morning as scheduled. They don't think they were followed. They are now in St. Kitts, hopefully having a good time." She sighed, then took a deep breath and continued.

"However, the hit squad moved on your house last night, around midnight, and as a result of the firestorm, it burned to the ground. We don't know if they used incendiaries, or a bullet struck a gas line, or something else. If you had been there, you would have died." She added sadly. "I'm so sorry about your home, Liz."

"Oh ... mother! All your things!" Debbie cried. As she and Sarah went to her, hugging her.

Liz looked thoughtful a moment, then smiled, "It was just a big, old, drafty house. Everything I hold dear is right here with me!"

Her granddaughters were with her now, and they all hugged and spoke quietly for a moment before Liz finally said,

"Enough already. We are safe and alive! Everything else is unnecessary or can be replaced. Besides, it was insured." She then laughed and added, "And it was damn cold in the winter."

Everyone laughed, then Liz said "Oh ... oh! I think the insurance papers were in the house!"

John and Jeff laughed first, then everybody else joined in. "I wouldn't worry as long as they didn't bomb the insurance company!" said John.

Anna continued when everyone calmed down.

"Well, I'm glad you have such a good attitude about it. I will tell you that the Green Berets were able to get a couple of the bad guys, unfortunately, not alive. The rest got away. I'm waiting on further updates."

"Oh, and Liz? Colonel Payne says his group used the time after we left to move a lot of your stuff to the barn. He's not sure he got everything, but says he got all the pictures and papers they could find. He said to say he was sorry if he missed something valuable."

"Why that sweet young man? I may just have to thank him personally after this is over!" Liz grinned.

"But Grandmother, what will you do until they build you a new house?" Julie asked.

"Well, I could move in with you and Jennifer. You know, so I can be there to help your mom with the new babies..." Liz was teasing, but Julie wasn't sure, so she just said softly " ... oh ... ok."

Liz then said, "Julie, I was teasing you. You and your sisters will be all the help your momma needs. I haven't thought about it yet, but I've been wanting to go back home, so I can spend some time with Catherine, and I have to find that good looking Colonel Payne, and thank him. And that may take a while. And who knows, I may decide I like this ranch we're going to and just stay there and stay naked for the rest of the summer!"

We were all laughing at Liz now.

"Ok. OK..." Anna was laughing too hard to talk, " ... whew, you all are wearing me out just laughing. Thank you Liz, for your wonderful attitude in these trying times. Now, to the rest of you, breakfast will be Danish and juice and coffee, whenever you get up, and the bus for The Twin Springs Ranch leaves sharply at ten." She paused, a little sadness showed in her eyes.

"Now, I am going to bid you a pleasant good night. I have to go make an important call... ," she paused just a moment and looked at me, then continued " ... and it's been a very fun but full two days for me. I just want to say that I have enjoyed having all of you in my home better than anyone that's ever visited. If you need me, Nicky and Michael know where I am. Good night." She said as she walked off down the hall.

Catherine didn't stand, but sitting where she was, simply said, "I'd like to go first if I may?" she asked the group.

Everyone grew quiet and Catherine begin, "I just want all of you to know, that over the last 6 weeks, I have gotten to know Grace very well and found her a delightful young lady. This morning, I unofficially adopted her." She stopped and beamed at Grace, who beamed back. "I'd do it officially, but I don't think her grandmother would give her up, so I guess I'll be content to share." She smiled before going on.

"I hope that everyone has got the chance to welcome Grace's sister, Natalie to our family." She nodded to Natalie, who smiled uneasily. "In just a short while, I have found her as warm and beautiful as her sister, and so I am unofficially adopting her too! So, Welcome to the family Natalie."

There was some applause and cheers as Nicky jumped up and yelled "Oh Goody! Another sister!"

"Now that is out of the way," Catherine said, "Liz, I believe we had some unanswered questions from last night..."

Liz rolled right into it.

"I swear they must have actually rehearsed this!" I thought.

Catherine smiled at me as if she had heard me.

Liz was saying, " ... so when Mandy asked me where her Mom and Dad went right after supper, I thought we'd save the question and discuss it tonight." Then looking directly at Debbie and Sarah she added, "I told them we would answer their questions openly and honestly, to the degree that they can understand right now. Is that correct?" This was pointedly addressed to the parents, basically putting them on the spot to 'put up or shut up'.

They hesitated.

Finally, Jeff moved Debbie to the arm of the chair, exposing himself to the group for the first time. He looked at Mandy and finally said,

"Mandy honey, when I knew I was faced with seeing my beautiful teenage daughters completely naked, I asked you mother to come to our room and let me make love to her several times in order to wear my penis out. And make the time it takes me to recover as long as possible. I thought it would help me from getting hard when I looked at you and your sister."

"Oh..." Mandy said.

"But..." Jeff continued, "As you can see. It didn't do much good!"

"But why ... why didn't it?" Mandy asked.

Jeff let out a sigh, "Because, you look just like your mother did, when she was a teenager."

"Oh sweetie! You are so wonderful!" Debbie said kissing him.

Ignoring the loving couple for a moment, Liz brought back the focus to her by asking, "Now, which one of you can explain why?"

No one said anything.

"Then I guess this icebreaker is over!" Liz said.

"NO!" came a chorus of shouts from the girls.

"Well OK then, who can tell me why her dad got hard when he looked at Mandy?

" ... because she's sexy!" Said Julie. Everyone laughed. I could tell the tension was broken because several of them spoke at once.

"Because she's naked."

"Because he loves her." And several variations.

Liz said "Ok let's talk about them. Julie, does your dad love you?"

"Yes."

"Does his getting hard when he sees you naked change that?"

"I don't understand."

"That's OK Julie. It's important to be honest with yourself about what you don't know, or you never learn." Liz said.

Then turning to Randi, "How do you feel when you see your dad's penis get hard?" she asked.

"I ... uh ... I don't know. Once last night, I was looking and it made me tingle..."

"OK. How did it make you feel when you saw Michael get hard last night?"

"uh ... all squishy inside..." she blushed.

"And when you put your hand on his cock and rubbed it?"

I noticed Sarah jump at that. "They must have left before we got to those fireworks!" I thought.

"I can't ... can't describe it." Randi stuttered.

"Was it like pressure building throughout your body, and the only way to get any relief from the pressure was to rub your pussy?" Catherine asked softly.

" ... Yeah." Randi answered.

"And did you? Get relief from the pressure. Did you feel good?"

"Oh yeah!" She said.

"OK. Here's the big question. Does getting relief from the pressure and feeling good, mean you love Michael?"

"I don't want to marry him, if that's what you mean?" said Randi quickly. Then she added to me, "No offence, Michael."

"None taken." I replied automatically.

"So let me get this straight," said Liz, "you saw Michael naked and rubbed his cock and played with your pussy until you came. But you're not in love? Can you explain that?"

Randi thought for a minute, and then said, "when you put it like that, it must mean that sex and love are two different things!"

"Excellent! Randi." Liz said. "Julie, do you also see that sex and love are two different things?

"Yes ma'am."

"Then if your father loves you, does it have anything to do with having sex?"

"It can't. I love him, and I know he loves me, and we've never had sex!" Julie said seriously. The adults all laughed.

"Hang with me here, we're almost there." Liz said to the girls. "So while sex and love are two different things, can they be the same?"

Grace raised her hand.

"Yes Grace?" Liz said.

"So, if sex is not love, then just because I might think I'm in love with someone, doesn't mean I have to have sex with them, if I am not ready to?" she asked hesitantly.

"I could not have said it better myself!" Liz said with pride in her voice.

"Sex is fun. But it's not love."

"Is that why they say you shouldn't have sex before you get married?" Jennifer asked.

Liz looked at John and Sarah before answering.

Sarah said "The short answer is yes. But that doesn't fit with the spirit of the evening. About being honest and everything. Sometimes they, and I mean society in general, try to make simple rules for complex situations. They say you shouldn't have sex before you get married. And then they tell you that you can't get married until you're eighteen. But if nature is telling you that you're ready to have sex at 16, but can't until you're 18, what do you do?"

"And if you add in the pressure from a boy wanting to explore his sexual growth also, what happens is that most of us can't hold out because of some rule that was made contrary to mother nature, and we end up getting pregnant and having to get married, or rushing to get married to the first person you can, just to relieve the pressure like you described from last night."

"Your mother is right," said John. "And I should have spoken up a while ago when Liz asked if we were gonna tell you the truth. You see, our parents, Jeff and mine, didn't tell us anything except the rules. And we were left constantly wondering what was happening to our bodies as our bodies told us we wanted to have sex, but our parents and society said we couldn't, so like almost every other teenager back then, we snuck around and told our parents nothing. Then we felt guilty for doing something that was natural, like masturbating. This led to lots of confusion. However, we were lucky. We both found wonderful relationships, with fantastic girls!" He smiled at Sarah.

Jeff jumped in, "On the other hand, Mandy wasn't so lucky, because we did what our parents did, and didn't teach her the facts, and she got hurt. That's why we want you to have all the facts we can teach you, so you won't get hurt."

Liz was looking very happy. "So that brings up the question of Mandy's virginity." Looking at the parents she asked, "Who wants to explain it?"

Debbie said quickly, "I will." Then turning to Mandy,

"Being a virgin usually means you haven't had your vagina penetrated by a male penis. Some people say it means having an unbroken hymen, but many young girls have theirs broken by falling, riding a bicycle, or playing sports. Some break them on purpose to use tampons instead of a pad. Still others have them broken by uninformed sexual exploration. None of those girls who have their hymen broken are considered to have lost their virginity. You can only loose it by actual penetration."

Liz asked, "Jennifer, Did she explain it so you understand?"

"Yeah." Jenny said.

"Mandy, do you understand?"

"Yeah, I just feel stupid with everybody talking about my busted hymen."

"Do you all understand?"

There was a round of positive responses.

"Good. Then we're going to take a break. This is your time to practice mingling again. There are drinks and snacks on the dining room table, so help yourselves." Liz directed.

Nicky and Grace grabbed Natalie and said they were going to the ladies room. They took off. I noticed three small wet spots on the couch.

I guess I was getting used to it. I hadn't been embarrassed yet. I mingled with the adults for a while when we heard "Where's the champagne?" from the dining room. Everyone chuckled, knowing it was Julie. I decided to go check for myself.

It was about 30 minutes later when Catherine called us all back together.

"I know it's getting late, and we all have to get ready to leave tomorrow for the ranch. I want you to be dressed and at breakfast, by 9:30. And be sure you got all your things. Now there's one more question that hasn't been answered. Jennifer was told that if a guy were to lick her nipples, it would feel good. She wanted to know if that were true. Is that right, Jennifer?"

Jenny just nodded, several times.

Catherine said, "To my knowledge, there are four women in the room who could answer that question from experience, Liz, Debbie, your mom, and me. Are there any others?" she asked looking at Grace and Natalie.

They both blushed at being the center of attention and shook their heads.

"Ok. Jennifer, which one of us do you want to answer your question?"

She hesitated, "Well ... l ... l ... I was hoping Michael would."

"Michael... ?" Sarah asked. I saw John put his hand on her arm.

"Yeah. I wanted to see for myself if it was really true!" she said with some defiance.

Silence reigned for a few moments as the girls all looked towards Sarah. Sarah looked upset and angry.

Liz walked over to them and said, "Sarah, I have never told you how to raise your children, and I'm not going to start now. But I did teach you that if you made a promise, you had better keep it. Now I can't stop you from breaking it, but I can tell you that parents that practice this kind of deceit get this kind of deceit from their kids."

She turned and walked back to her chair. The girls were all on the edge of their seats, literally.

Sarah looked at John and said "Fine!" in a very nasty tone of voice. I could feel John on the edge of losing his temper. John was big on keeping your word.

I got up, all eyes on me, and walked to the chair where they were sitting.

"May I?" I said to Sarah and held out my hand to touch her. She was scared but nodded. I didn't know if John would receive this too, because she was sitting naked in his naked lap, but I didn't care. I touched her and walked away.

She lasted until I reached the couch and then burst into tears and ran from the room. The mood was shattered, and Jennifer began crying. John sat stunned as the others went to Jenny. I didn't bother to sit but went straight to Catherine and touched her too. Catherine gasped.

"What was it?" she asked.

"The future," I said, "it's called AIDS."



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Chapter 33



In 1971, Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome didn't exist yet, but in the next decade, AIDS would become synonymous with death. I had shown John and Sarah the horror of what it would become. I had imagined it based on countless images and stories from the next 40 years. Then I had shown them a quickly fabricated image of a young Jennifer, first getting a stranger to touch her titties to see if it felt good, then he was quickly showing her other ways to feel good until she became an addict, and finally contracted aids. It had taken me about five minutes to construct, and I'll admit I did it in anger at Sarah's going back on her word. But damn it! I didn't want Jennifer hurt!

I looked around. The parents, except Sarah were all still in their seats. The four sisters were all huddled around Jenny. Nicky and Natalie and Grace sat quietly on the couch. No one was talking. I walked back to the couch and sat down heavily.

The moment I sat down, Jenny flew to my arms. She was crying and I soothed her as I read her. She wasn't upset about not finding out what having your nipples touched would feel like. A little disappointed maybe, but she was devastated that her mother would go back on her word.

I held her as I imagined the grasses and trees, and flooded her with calm. She eventually quit crying, but I could feel her pain.

Sarah walked back in and I read her from where I sat. She was confused. John hadn't supported her. She was confused because she thought she had been right to keep the monster, for that's how she viewed me right now, from touching her baby. She was confused because she felt the rooms' hostile mood towards her.

I was thinking clearer now. So I looked at her and motioned her with my eyes to come to Jenny.

"Touch her." I said.

She reached out hesitantly.

When they touched, I let her see what she had done to Jenny. She recoiled in horror. She had violated her sacred oath as a mother or something like that. Grabbing Jennifer from my arms, she pulled her over the back of the couch where she had approached us, and hugged her tightly.

Then Sarah, still hugging her, carried Jennifer to where John was still sitting, and sat on his lap still holding Jennifer. I studied them for a moment, and then moved to the side of their chair and laid my fingers where I could touch all three and let them experience each other's emotions for a while. Sarah's confusion dominated, so I begin to send them the grasses and the trees and then the hawk and its flight. Soon they calmed down and begin to see more clearly.

John cleared his throat and said, "Jen honey, could you hop up for a moment? Please."

Jennifer got off her mother's lap and stood next to me, still touching me. She was enjoying the calm after the emotional upheaval. Jenny wasn't into a lot of emotional stuff, hormones aside. John was that way too.

John said to Jennifer, "Jen, I have an idea that might answer your question about what it feels like. In order to do this, we will need Michael's help." He looked at me.

I shrugged. I still had my fingertips on him and Sarah, so I knew what he was thinking.

"I'm game if she is." I was referring to Sarah.

"She is. Or she will be." He grinned.

His voice took on a soft tone, like he was teaching.

"Jen, you wanted to know if it really feels good for a woman to have her nipples touched. Well, Michael and I are gonna show you."

Looking over at the rest of the girls, he added "And if any of you want to join in, just put your hand on Michael."

They were there before he finished, touching me wherever they could. I knelt down to make it easier for them to touch me, and relaxed and let them feel Sarah. She was still confused, though not quite as upset.

John turned Sarah around on his lap, so she was facing the girls, her legs on the outside of his. From behind her, John's chin sat on her shoulder. And as he ran his fingers softly up her sides, then down again, he whispered in her ear. Of course, since Sarah heard him, so did we, but John probably didn't think of that.

"You know that I love touching you Sarah. And now, our daughters finally get to see my love for you." John whispered softly in her ear as he continued to caress her gently.

Eight young ladies could also feel his love, and the beginning of Sarah's arousal. I could sense the girls' shivers as John's fingers traveled up Sarah's sides.

"Whenever I touch you, especially on your bare skin, it always excites me. Can you feel my excitement on your cute little bottom Sarah?"

I could feel eight pairs of ears straining to hear, and eight little bottoms cinch.

"They can't see it, so should you tell them about it Sarah? Does it feel good?"

Sarah moaned, and her pussy gushed. Eight other young pussies got wet too.

"You remember what happens when I get excited don't you?" John whispered as he stroked her breasts softly teasing the edges of her breasts with his nails.

Sarah remembered alright. And now eight young ladies quivered with envy as they shared her memory.

"Well, we'll have to wait until later for that!" He said as he dipped his hand to the hair over her gash, brushing it with his fingertips briefly then returning.

Sarah impatience caused her to thrust her hips a little, and eight sets of teenage hips also thrust.

"He either doesn't understand the extent of my abilities, or he's forgotten we're here!" I thought to myself. "Oh well!"

"But since I can't fuck you, I guess I'll just have to play with your wonderful titties. Do you like me to play with your big fat titties Sarah?" John then laid his palms flat on her tummy, and slowly, ever so slowly moved them up her ribcage and under her large breasts. He stopped, waiting.

Eight pairs of hands grabbed for their titties.

"If you say yes, I'll play with them some more." John whispered and lifted her boobs with the backs of his hands and then let them down again.

Eight young ladies held their breath, waiting on 'yes'.

"Say yes mommy, please say yes!" Jenny whispered in her mind.

"I was keeping the channel one-way for this, but I mischievously replayed Jenny's comment for Sarah.

"Say yes mommy, please say yes!"

"Oh-h-h ... god! Yes!" Sarah moaned. She was long past remembering the eight young eavesdroppers as they all moaned along with Sarah.

"That's my girl!" John whispered, "You know how I love to squeeze those big floppy boobs!" John curled his big hands around her soft flesh and squeezed. Softly at first, then again, slightly harder. Then squeezing harder, he lifted them, and pulled.

Sarah let out a small groan that grew and grew into almost a growl, and eight small growls followed.

"You know I love you Sarah. Do you like it when I pull on you great big fat knockers?" I think you do. I think you like it when I squeeze them and pull..." John began kneading her breasts like bakers dough, pulling and pushing and pulling and pushing, and squeezing.

Sarah threw her hands over her head and around John's neck and pulled his mouth to hers for a searing kiss.

Eight sets of knees wobbled and Natalie's gave out, causing her to stumble and sit down, but she never lost contact with me.

"Alright baby, I want your nipples now! Beg me! Beg me to touch your hard little nipples. Give them to me baby..."

John waited. Evidently he knew it made her hotter if he forced her to give them to him.

Sarah whined her frustration and eight little sets of nipples cried out aching for attention.

Capitulating, Sarah arched her back and pushed her chest forward. Eight little girls thrust with her.

John ran his fingertips lightly over each nipple, first one, and then the other. Finally he grasped both nipples between his fingertips and said,

"Come for me baby, Come for daddy!" and pinching them, pulled them as far as he could from her chest.

She howled! Then a great vibration started deep in her depths, rumbling to the surface, then exploding in an amazing display of white light. I lost my grip in the explosion, and fell backwards. Around me, the girls were all laying askew, each holding their hands to their breasts and their pussy.

I rolled up to a sitting position. John just grinned and Sarah lay there languidly. Jeff and Debbie were sitting on the edge of their chair, their mouths hanging open. Debbie's eyes were aflame with lust. Liz was flabbergasted. I smiled at her. It wasn't often you saw her surprised. Catherine ever the classic example of grace and charm sat smiling, her face and upper body flush.

The girls all lay where they fell, silly grins on their face, Natalie and Grace looked at each other, thinking how different this was from their family. They grinned. They were gonna like it here.

John looked at Jennifer and asked, "Jen, does that answer your question?" and laughed. Jennifer squealed and launched herself at her dad, landing in their laps with hugs and kisses, gushing about how wonderful they were. Julie was right behind her.

Nicky watched the twins smother their folks, and then looked at me. Her eyes were lasers of lust as she drilled into me.

Looking to Catherine who nodded, she grabbed my hand, jerking me to my feet.

"Night Grace, Natalie, everybody." She said softly, then to me she said "Come on!" and ran for the door.

I heard the tinkle of her laughter as she skipped down the hall.

I followed the giggling girl to the bedroom. She turned as I walked through the door, and threw her arms around my neck.

I had guessed that I was about 6 foot tall, but I hadn't found out for sure. If so, then Nicky was about 5' -8" since she was about four inches shorter than me. Her hair was the family blonde, the color of wheat. Thick and luxurious, it cascaded in waves down her back. Her eyes were the Wagner deep blue. Her shoulders were wide, like a swimmer. She had been a swimmer, she told me later, until her boobs got too big. She had a slender waist that flared to well defined hips.

Nicky's breasts were large, and soft, almost touching at the top of her chest and falling under her arms a little when she lay on her back ... Her areolas were dark pink, with tiny nipples that stood out like a pea when hard, and placed so they were more on top of her breasts than at the end. The space between her thighs, where those long athletic legs joined her body was as wide as my hand, allowing very easy access. Overall, one look told you this girl was built for having babies!

But right now, she was more interested in learning how babies get started!

"Oh, Michael. I love you so much!" she gushed.

"I love you too, Nicky!" I responded.

She kissed me. Her kiss filled with passion and expectancy. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I caught it gently with my teeth and teased the tip with mine, then pulling back to face her, I said,

"You are a wild woman tonight!"

"Not yet! But you're gonna make me one!" she said merrily.

Then she gripped my fingertips, and pulled me to the bed, turned me around and pushed. I landed on my back as she straddled my hips, my feet still on the floor. The only light, a small lamp beside the bed, bathed her in soft light from behind, causing a golden halo framing her face.

"She is exquisite!" I thought

She sat there rubbing her pussy on my stomach, as she hefted her large breasts to me.

"Thank you." She grinned. "Will you please do mine like John did Sarah's? Please-se-se?"

I held up my cast covered hands, "Damn casts!" I thought, not for the first time, as her eyes saddened.

Then reaching for her, I thought, "So I guess it's a good thing I have a very talented tongue!" and grabbed her nipple with my lips. Nicky squirmed as I worked my way around them with my lips and tongue, and occasionally small, gentle bites with my teeth.

"John didn't do this to Sarah. Do you think she'd like it?" I asked her mentally.

"Oh-h ... ugh ... yeah... !"

It really got her going when I nibbled on the underside of her breasts.

"I don't think she'd like to have John nibbling on them. Do you? Especially in front of everybody!" I thought to her.

"Ugh ... then ... she's ... cr-raz-zy!" she hissed between clinched teeth.

"Hm-m-m ... that seemed to touch something. Maybe she's got a little exhibitionist streak." I thought to myself, this time.

I was reading her as I went, but she was so inexperienced, she just didn't know what to want, or ask for. So I decided to try as many different things as I could think of. It wasn't long until I hit a good combo of nibbles on the underside and licking the very tip of her nipple.

On a hunch I thought, "What do you think your cousins would say if they could see me sucking on your big fat boobies now?" Without my mouth leaving her breasts.

"Oh-h ... ugh ... oh ... god-d-d-d... !"

She also liked it when I pushed them together, and licked through her cleavage, touching both sides of her boobs with my tongue. I began to see the signs of upcoming fireworks and redoubled my efforts. Then I reached for her little pea sized nipples, and squeezing them with my fingertips, begin to pull them like John had pulled Sarah's.

"Come for me baby, come for your brother!"

She did!

She gave out momentarily and slumped forward, still on her knees, smothering me with her soft boobs as she enjoyed the aftershocks. I lay there holding her, stroking my fingers up and down her sides. She had trapped my now throbbing cock between us, and occasionally, she would move a little causing Little Mike to jerk. When he jerked and happened to touch her clit, she jumped.

"What was that?" She thought. "God ... that was good!" Was the emotional read I got.

She began to scoot back and forth, rubbing her tingling pussy over my hard cock. All of her erotic teenage girls' fantasies of what a boys' cock would feel like on her little pussy whipped through her mind, mixing turmoil and bliss for an erotic, sensual, mind fuck. As I watched her emotions, I realized that after countless dreams and fantasies of touching a boy's dick, and touching it with her pussy, she was going to come again from the sheer power of finally having her fantasies come true.

I couldn't help it ... I came!

Nicky felt my cock jerk and begin to spurt and grabbing her tits, she pulled her little nubs as she came too!

"Oh my god! That was so-o-o hot!" she crooned, as she flopped down on me, rubbing my cum coated chest with her breasts.

Soon, she rolled to my side, and peered at my now shriveled cock.

"Uh ... oh... ! Poor thing!" she said lifting Little Mike with her fingertips, and letting him droop back to my groin. She then bounced out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm cloth and a towel.

She begin to lovingly clean my front, examining my now shrunken member, and then drying me off. When she was finished I scooted around in the bed, and patted the mattress beside me. She slid under my arm, laying her head on my chest, her big fleshy boobs, squashed against me. She didn't say anything, but idly begin playing her fingers over my abs. Taking a deep breath, she sighed.

"Will you be able get hard again?" she asked tentatively.

"If you'll give me a few minutes, you'll see for yourself!" I replied.

Her face suddenly brightened! "Oh goody! I thought from what Jeff and John said that it might be hours or days." She said, sounding relieved.

"One of these days, when I'm much older, it might. Although, looking at you, maybe not. You ARE incredibly sexy!" I said.

"Uh ... Michael? Can I ask you something?" she asked more tentatively than before.

"Nicky, you are my sister, my best friend, my lover..." I felt her glow at 'lover'..."and you know more about me than any other person alive. You can always ask me, or tell me anything." I replied.

"When you ... uh ... before ... your other life, did you ... you know ... have lots of others? I mean women!"

Of course, I knew what she was feeling as she asked, so I thought, "I don't know if I should be ashamed to tell you this, but in both my lives, I have only known two women. Until tonight.

I married young and never strayed. But sadly, I have already experienced more love and passion with you, than in all the years I spent with her."

"That IS sad..." She said, " ... and the other one, it was Anna?"

"Nicky, a gentleman doesn't tell, that's one way you'll know if a man is trustworthy. If he'll talk of others, he'll talk about you to them. However, you are my sister, and we can never marry, so I already know you will have others, and the same rules don't apply, so I'll answer your question. No, it wasn't Anna."

"But she said that you..."

"Nicky, you may think I'm splitting hairs, but what I did for Anna, well ... it was like therapy. It was something she wanted, needed. She really didn't know or care it was me. I did it because I care for her, and she was hurting. But I found no pleasure in it. And I did not come."

I could feel her questions. She was curious, but concerned I might get mad if she asked.

"Nicky..." I thought, "I made a promise earlier, to you and Catherine. And I consider it more sacred than the marriage vows in my last life. I promised to always love you both and protect you both. There is nothing I would keep from you, and never be angry for you asking. The same for Catherine."

I sighed and squeezed her to me.

"Now, the choice is yours, I can feel your curiosity, but you must decide if you want to know, and if knowing, you can live with it." I thought softly. "And, for this, you must say the words."

Nicky thought for a minute, then asked, "Can I keep a secret from you?"

"I think so..." I replied. " ... you'll have to ask Catherine how, though."

"I can't make up my mind, Michael. I wanna respect your privacy, but I want to know more about you, too. When I found out you weren't really my brother, I was sad because he never understood how much I loved him. And now he never will. You, however, understand me better than anyone. It's like you're more my twin than he ever was. And that makes me want to know you even more." She said to me.

Then she added, "And since I don't know what it is, how can I know if it will hurt me to know?"

I laughed!

"You know?..." I said, " ... there's actually something very deep in that statement! Are you a philosopher?"

She giggled. "I love you, whoever you are! You always make me feel good!" Then she hugged me tightly.

We lay still a few moments, before finally deciding that Nicky knowing, was better than Nicky wondering.

"Nicky?" I thought.

"Yes ... lover?" she replied.

"Here it is..." and I begin feeding her Tuesday night with Sydney.

A few minutes passed, I could share much faster than people could assimilate. Finally she turned and pulled me on top of her, and kissed me softly. "You are so kind and wonderful! It no wonder I love you so. And now, I wish you would make love to me the way you did to her!" she thought to me.

Already lying on top her, my swollen member restored, I begin to ease it back and forth, as it nestled between her outer lips. Her pussy begin to swell and the groove between those lips became slick with her juices, coating my ever hardening member with her now copious fluids.

"Oh-h-h ... Michael ... Please..." She moaned.

I couldn't support myself on my hands, because of the casts, "Damn Casts!" So balanced on my elbows, I could only hope to slide Little Michael in by blind feel. But Nicky recognized my dilemma, and taking my now raging member, gently guided me to her entrance, rubbing the tip of my glan against her distended clit, before finally slotting me in her virgin opening and removing her hand.

I paused. "Are you sure, my love?..." I thought.

"More than ever ... my lover!" came the urgent reply.

I gently begin the long journey, easing my now engorged manhood into her virgin canal, slowly stretching the super tight muscle protecting those sacred depths. Back and forth, slowly and gently, only an inch or so, but important to her as she finally answered the eternal question of young virgins everywhere, "will it really fit inside me?"

Her obstruction was minor, almost none existent. I felt her pain as my rigid cock tore through. Then the pain was gone, as she became lost, awash in the feelings of tightness and fullness. Her young pussy stretched, crossing new boundaries for the first time.

"Oh-h-o-o ... My ... kull..."she cried. "So big! Oh god!..."

I moved slowly, going only slightly deeper with each stroke of my steel hard shaft into her virgin pussy, giving her as much time to adjust as she needed. I was reading her intently, focused on minimizing her pain and maximizing her pleasure, giving her what she wanted so bad.

Finally, I picked up the speed of my thrusts, going faster and deeper, until the tip of my cock, was hitting the back of her woman cave, stretching her cervix a little. I stopped at full depth, and rotated my hips in small circles, causing my rigid member to grind against the back of her pussy, rubbing the tip over the entrance to her womb."

"Oh ... god-d-d... !" Oh-o ... god-d-d-d... ! Don't stop! Do it! ... pound my little ... pussy good! Oh-o-o-o... !"

Having seen it before, I recognized the approaching internal explosion that would mark her first orgasm as a penetrated woman, and mentally disconnected myself from her feelings.

I felt kinda lost as I waited for her climax. I was quickly becoming enamored with the feeling women enjoy with their orgasms. They were so much more than a man's.

"You know, we guys really got the short end of the stick when it comes to sex! Not only can women have more orgasms, but they're better too!" I thought.

Just then, the feelings begin to wash over her with the power of a tsunami, obliterating every coherent thought in its wake! She flung her arms out to her sides, heaving up with her pelvis, grinding her pussy to squeeze out that last bit of erotic pressure on her extended, sensitive clit, the last touch to take her over the edge.

And reaching it, she fell screaming! Lowly and slowly at first, like a siren building its acoustic register. Higher and higher until ... there was no more sound, except her valiant attempt to resuscitate her now empty lungs with huge breaths of air...

She gasped for the air to refill her lungs. "Oh Michael!" she gasped in air again. "Oh please tell me... !" pausing to fill her lungs yet again. "It won't always ... be like this! ... One more deep breath, "I couldn't take it again!"

"She's lying!" I thought with a grin. And to prove it, I clinched my pelvic muscles, wiggling my still hard cock in her pussy.

"Oh ... shit!" Oh-o-o god what... ?" She cried as she threw her arms back around me.

I slid most of the way out, slowly, stopping with the head of my dick against the now stretched muscle of her vagina. Then rotating my hips in little circle, drove back in slowly.

"Oh ... so good!sogoodohmygodohsogood... !" she chanted, tossing her head side-to-side.

Reading her, I now knew she was balanced on the precipice, the fate of her next climax, hanging with my every move, I sped up, filling her cavity with my blood engorged man meat, then slowly retreating to leave her feeling empty and wanting. Then again, and then again, ever closer to the edge.

This time, as I felt her near that point of no return, I didn't disconnect, electing to ride the wave of her burgeoning passion to my own finish. She flung her arm out flat, leveraging her pelvis against mine. Only her shoulders and heels touched the bed as she came. I still closed my mental eyes as the radiance of her climax enthused me, and then squeezing out those precious few moments of exquisite bliss, in the moment before, I came! Torrents of my seed washing her insides like a scalding stream. And as she became aware of what it was, thoughts of her first man-seed sent her over the edge one last time before collapsing back onto the bed.

I rolled off my arms, and to my side next to her. Still unmoving, I read her as she begin the swim back to full awareness, her happiness radiating through her.

I sighed as pulled the covers up over us. If I did nothing else with my life, but to make her this happy, time and time again, I would consider it a second life well lived.

As I luxuriated in the glow of her happiness, sleep took me.



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Chapter 34



May 22, 1971 – Saturday

There was a gentle knock, and then the door to the bedroom opened. Anna stuck her head in. "Ok to borrow the bathroom?" she whispered.

I nodded. I wasn't comfortable. But it wasn't because Anna woke me up, or intruded on our moment, but because she beat me to the bathroom. My eyeballs were floating, but with Nicky curled sweetly in my arms, I didn't want to move, for fear of disturbing her.

Finally, after hearing the shower start, gallantry gave way to Mother Nature. I eased my arm from under Nicky, and raced to the bathroom. I was hoping I could slip in and back out without disturbing Anna and without waking Nicky up.

Anna was in the shower, but stuck her head out when she heard me come in, "Good morning Stud!" she said cheerfully.

"Good morning to you." I said as she went back to showering.

"Did you sleep well?" she teased from the shower.

I took a cup Nicky was using to hold her toothbrush from beside the sink and filled it with cold water. Anna, hearing no response, teased me some more saying, "Well I tried to sleep, but kept hearing the strangest sounds all night long!"

I tossed the cupful of cold water, over the shower door into the shower, right as the door to the bathroom opened. Anna shrieked, and not realizing where the cold water came from, slammed open the shower door, jumping out and running straight into me. We went down in a heap, as Nicky stood there staring. When she realized what had happened, she starting laughing.

"You could have at least waited until I was through with him to jump his bones!" Laughing harder now.

As Anna and I untangled, she grabbed Little Michael and tugged. Naturally he loved it and responded accordingly. She giggled then started laughing with Nicky as we got to our feet.

When they could talk again, Anna looked at Nicky, spotting the dried blood on the inside of her thighs, and said, "Based on the sounds I heard, everything must have went OK last night?"

Nicky blushed as she said, "Oh my god! It was the most wonderful, fantastic night of my life!" then looked at me with passion burning in her eyes.

"In fact, I was hoping to enjoy him a little more before I let him go!"

"Well, I'll be out of here in a couple of minutes. Why don't you slip these bags..." referring to the bags I had used yesterday, "over his casts and jump in the shower. If you hurry, you might just have time to ... well, whatever." Anna suggested, smiling. She turned to finish getting ready.

"Anna, momma wants to know if we should strip the... ?" Jennifer came to an abrupt stop in the open bathroom door. "What's... ?"

She looked at Anna, brushing her hair, and Nicky wrapping my casts, but her eyes were immediately drawn to the dried blood on the insides of Nicky's thighs.

"Did-d y-you... ? YOU DID! You did, didn't you?" Jennifer squealed at Nicky. Then running between us, she grabbed Nicky babbling, "Oh Nicky! Are you OK? Did you like it? Oo-o-o was it good? Did it hurt much? What was it like? Was he gentle with you? You are so-o lucky! Tell me... !"

Nicky was laughing at the running barrage of questions coming from the fifteen year old girl, as she separated herself from Jennifer, and finished taping the bags on my casts.

Jennifer had started chattering away, so Anna just smiled at us as she left. Jennifer was really wound up, talking non-stop, as I steered Nicky to the shower. If Nicky wanted any more time with me, we'd have to get showered quickly.

Jennifer paused when I closed the shower's glass door, and stood looking at us through it. I could feel that she was torn between wanting to be with us, talking with Nicky about her first time, and envious of Nicky washing me.

So I said, out loud, "Jenny, if it's OK with Nicky, you can get in and help us bathe."

"REALLY?" she squealed. "Oh could I Nicky? Please... ?"

Nicky grinned as she thought, "I don't think he knows what he's getting into here." Then said to Jennifer, "If you really want to, come on. I could use the help. But after this, he's mine!"

Jennifer had her T-shirt off and was dropping her thin cotton shorts and panties, almost before Nicky finished, and jumped in with us. In moments they were talking and giggling as they washed me.

Nicky was washing my back as Jennifer washed my chest. As Nicky knelt to wash my legs, Jennifer bent down to wash my front, with her head to my side talking to Nicky. Suddenly, she felt my now rigid member brush the nipples on her small cone-shaped breasts that like her momma's, were long and hard. I swiveled my hips slightly and Little Michael brushed them again. Her eyes lit up like the neon on Times Square, as she stood rooted where she was.

Nicky looked around me to see why she had stopped talking and saw the proximity of my cock to her nipples, and realizing what was happening, reached for my cock and begin to swing the tip back and forth across her cousin's aching nipples.

Jenny, looked up at me, and closed her eyes, savoring the feel of Nicky caressing her tender breasts with my cock. Deciding we were dangerously close to crossing a line I hadn't thought about crossing, I reached up and turned off the water, and helped Nicky to her feet. As she opened the shower and stepped out to get a towel, I bent my head down to Jenny's', and with her eyes still closed kissed her. Her passion burned like the first stage of a Saturn Five rocket, and I realized that we may have ignited a fuse that could not be put out easily.

Nicky was also inflamed at the little escapade in the shower, and pulling me to her, dried me hurriedly, and then pulled me to the bedroom. I stopped next to the bed, and wrapping her in my arms, kissed her with all the passion that burned in me. I could feel Nicky's impatience, as I relaxed my arms and lay down in the center of the bed. She looked confused.

"I thought we were ... I mean I want to ... Oh-o-o I don't understand!" she cried.

"Come here!" I said patting my tummy.

"But ... but I wanted to do like we did last night!" she whined.

"Do you trust me?" I asked. She nodded. "Then, come here."

"Now put your knees on either side of my hips ... like that ... now, when you are ready, you get to control how much and how fast. That way, in case you're sore, I won't be as likely to hurt you."

"Oh! ... ok." she said as she begin to understand.

"O-o-o ... I do see..." she said as she begin to slide her gash along my pulsing hard on. It wasn't long until she reached down with her hand and pressed the length of my cock tightly against her pussy and moaned as she slid her clit over the helmet. Back and forth she rocked, massaging her clitty with the knob of my dick. She begin to try and work it in to her now experienced pussy, eager to be filled again. I lay still, focused on reading her and basking in her joy at the experience.

I happened to look up and see Jennifer standing at the bathroom door, naked and unconsciously rubbing her distended nipples, mesmerized by the site unfolding in front of her. Putting my finger to my lips in the universal sign for quiet, I beckoned her to me, patting the bed beside me.

Jenny's eyes never left the sight of my stiff rod moving slowly up and down Nicky's swollen pussy, splitting her lips deeply, and feeling her shivers each time she dragged her clitty over my glans. She stretched out on her side, her head on my shoulder, her little cone shaped titties with their long rock hard nipples boring holes in my arm, and she was totally fascinated by the unfolding tableau.

"Jenny," I thought to them, "I think Nicky really likes having you watch as she tries to stuff my big hard cock her tiny little pussy, don't you?"

Jenny was too entranced to do anything other than moan "Oh-o-o-o..."

Nicky, opened her eyes quickly to see Jenny watching her and shivered as a thrill went through her body.

"Why does it excite me so?" was her fleeting thought before returning to the other sensations running through her. I'd fill her in later.

Nicky now had one hand holding my cock tight against her pussy and the other pinching and pulling her nipple, as she decided she wanted her emptiness filled. So leaning over on one knee, and trying to keep the other hand on her breast, she was unbalanced as she tried to line up her pussy with my manhood. I could sense her frustration as she couldn't get it quite where she needed.

Jennifer, sensed it also, and reached out with her right hand, and grasping my cock at the base, she held it steady for Nicky. As Nicky raised her hip slightly, Jenny gently guided my cock to Nicky's, now thoroughly drenched pussy.

Nicky moaned and Jenny shivered as my cock head slipped in slightly, and working together, it disappeared further into the abyss.

Jenny had turned so her small pussy with its downy covering of hair was directly over the back of my cast covered right hand, trapping it. Unconsciously, she begin to rub the cast on the back of my hand with her pussy, in time with Nicky's slow up and down movements on the head of my cock. The more Nicky's pussy swallowed, the harder Jenny pressed.

I rotated my trapped right hand so my palm was up, and could feel her drenched pussy with my fingertips. I curled my middle finger up and she immediately wiggled her hips to line up her little slit on my protruding digit. In her mind she was imagining a large dick, as she ground her pussy on my finger.

I quickly found her tiny opening with my fingertip and she pushed, trying for deeper penetration from her substitute cock, while Nicky was lost in her own world, pushing for deeper penetration from the real one in her pussy.

Jenny's hymen was still intact, and she flinched as my finger reached it. I pulled back and she whined "No-o-o..." but never stopped grinding against my hand. With my finger running over her pussy lips, her little clit swelled as she discovered the hard part of my cast that ran across my palm. She increased her pace now dragging her swollen clit back and forth over the hardness of my cast, while trying to work my finger deeper into her pussy. I wasn't about to let her bust her cherry on my finger, so I kept it curled so she couldn't. But that just seemed to make her grind harder into my hand, which increased the stimulation on her now extended clit. So, I curled my ring finger to join my middle finger, and suddenly the size of her imaginary cock doubled!

She let out a muffled scream. Muffled, because her face was in my neck, her mouth inches from my ear. I recoiled slightly and Nicky opened her eyes at my sudden movement. Looking quickly from me to Jenny's hand still firmly gripping the base of my cock and touching her pussy on each stroke. The idea of another woman touching her clit had been a fantasy she rarely explored, but the realization it was happening, surpassed any imagined fantasy, and stoked Nicky's already flaming passions to inferno! 
"Oh ... my ... god! ... oh ... my ... oh ... my ... god!" Nicky began to chant.

"That is amazing! You are absolutely the most incredible man I have ever met!" the thought came unbidden into my mind.

I looked and a fully dressed Anna had entered the room and made her way to the other side of the bed, finally figuring out what Jennifer was so furiously humping.

"May I ... please?" Anna asked, already reaching to touch me. I could actually feel the ache in her voice.

"Good morning! Welcome aboard!" I said smiling. Nicky and Jenny seemed to be on auto pilot, grinding and fucking away, speeding up or slowing down to suit their needs. I had connected them on Nicky's discovery, and they seemed to have synchronized their strokes and were sharing the mini climaxes. I knew Nicky was heading for a massive one, and let her have her head. Jenny was already gone, no thoughts anywhere, lost in the feeling of what I guessed to be a pretty big one for her too.

Anna winced as she connected, the combined approaching orgasms overpowering her momentarily, but it only took her a minute to get her 'sea legs' under her, so to speak. I waited for her.

"Holy Shit Michael! How did you end up with both of them?" She thought to me.

"It's amazing how quickly she adapted to mind talk." I thought. Then, "I'll show you later ... I'm a little preoccupied at the moment."

"I'm sorry! It's getting late and most of the house is up and stirring. I just came to check on you and Nicky. I had no idea Jennifer would still be here. OH my! Is that her cumming?" Jenny had begun a massive rumbling, starting at her toes and rolling through her body.

I just grunted. Nicky was approaching a seven point eight on the Richter scale herself. And she had my cock, squeezing it tightly with her pelvic muscles. Suddenly she leaned forward, hanging her tits in my face as she stood on the edge of her orgasm. I reached with my lips to suck on her nipple and she let out a small moan.

Anna's hand was inside her own shorts, frigging her joy box with abandon, riding the waves of the girls approaching peaks.

Suddenly, Nicky and I both realized, that someone else was hungrily sucking her other nipple. It was Jenny! When it finally registered that she had another girl, sucking one nipple as I sucked the other, and feeling Jenny's fingers on her clit as my massive cock skewered her, she exploded in a large earthquake variety of climax that rumbled on for a long time. Then just when she thought it was over, another one, like an aftershock and almost as big as the first one, rolled through. Jenny had joined Nicky in the throes of pleasure.

The girls' emotional tide ebbed for a moment, until they realized they were connected through me, and begin reliving the experience all over as they could feel each other's memories of the last few minutes. Anna was still connected also. And as they recounted the feelings and images there was a third deep rumbling explosion that bathed all three of them as Anna came, taking Nicky and Jenny there, one more time.

Nicky rolled off me towards Anna, and Jenny the other way, the contact too much on her sensitive clit. I groaned in agony and reached for my throbbing cock, but the casts were in the way. "DAMN CASTS!" I screamed in my mind. The girls all heard it though.

Nicky said, "Michael! What's wrong?"

She wasn't aware of my agony. The sheer pain of being so close, only to have all the stimulation yanked away. I needed to finish! I was desperate to reach my own climax after the last half hour of sharing theirs. I was about to give up and jump from the bed when a hand knocked mine away and immediately began stroking my aching manhood, pulsing with desire for relief.

I could sense my relief approaching as Anna continued to stroke me. Then another smaller hand began to gently fondle my balls. Realizing it was Jenny, I exploded. I literally saw stars and let myself be carried away in the moment.



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Chapter 35



A few minutes later, my reverie was broken as I heard Anna take command.

"Jennifer, run get in the shower. You can't go out there smelling like that. Don't get your hair wet, there's a shower cap under the sink. Hurry!

"Nicky, honey," Anna said softly, "everyone's already at breakfast. After Jenny's finished, grab a quick shower, and get dressed. Then get your things packed. I'll take care of Michael." Then she helped a still woozy Nicky stand, and walked her to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out with a damp washcloth, and started wiping me off. Jenny came out and got dressed.

"Take Michael to the other room and throw his stuff in his bag while he gets dressed then come back here. Stay here, don't go out. I'll be back in a minute. Hurry!" Anna told Jenny.

I followed Jenny next door and dressed quickly while Jenny threw my stuff in my bag. Looking around to see if we missed anything, I noticed Jenny was staring at me with stars in her eyes and the silliest grin on her face.

"Now I see why Anna didn't want her going out there. Her mother, and everybody else, would definitely notice and start asking questions." I thought as my respect for Anna went up another notch.

We went back to the other bedroom and Jenny began helping a still glassy-eyed Nicky finish packing. They were stripping the bed when Anna returned.

"Just leave that and follow me. Bring your things." She ordered, as she led us down the hall away from the living room, through a series of turns to the garage. "Put your bags in the back and climb in." she said as she opened the driver side door to an almost new Suburban.

When we were under way, Jenny asked, "W-where are you taking us?"

Anna laughed. "We're going to see if we can make Michael happy by getting those 'damn casts' off. I'm tired of hearing him whine." She said laughing. "So I'm taking him by the clinic where I used to volunteer when I was in high school, and x-ray his wrists. If everything is ok, we'll get rid of them."

"That will sure make him happy." Jenny said, "Although, I kinda like them..."

Everyone laughed.

"I'll bet. And you are the reason we have to do it today. There was no way I could get the smell of your pussy out of his right hand. It was soaked through the cast!" Anna said, laughing harder.

"Oh!" said Nicky. "I'm so out of it I didn't tell grandmother we were leaving. She'll be worried."

"I took care of it. With both Catherine and Sarah. I explained I wanted to use the clinic's x-ray machine, but had to do it before they opened. So I was taking Michael, and that you and Jennifer were coming too. We'll meet them later at the ranch. Your mom said she would get your bags, Jen."

"Thank you. The way I feel, I would have probably forgotten everything!" Jennifer said.

"Yes. Thank you for taking care of us this morning." Nicky added.

We were quiet the rest of the way to the clinic.

When we got there, I understood why we had to come early, it was a women's clinic. Anna's family had helped start it at her insistence, when she was in high school. She drove around to the side and took us in a door marked employees only. Parking us in the staff lounge, she turned to leave, saying "Stay here. Don't leave this room. I'll be back in a minute."

We all sat at the small table, looking at the vending machines. My stomach rumbled and I realized I had no money. I laughed and Nicky asked,

"What's so funny?"

"More like irony really." I said. "I know I'm a pretty wealthy guy, right? And I just realized I am starved. I must have used up a ton of calories last night and this morning. And here's this machine with food in it, and I don't have a penny with me!" I laughed again explaining it out loud.

"Ah ... Nicky?" Jenny asked tentatively.

Nicky could see the worry on her face, and reaching out her hand, she touched Jennifer's and said, "What's wrong, Jen?"

Jennifer hesitated, then finally said, "I ... I ... don't want you to be m ... m ... mad at me."

Nicky, puzzled, said "Jen, honey I'm not mad at you." Squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"I didn't mean to get in the way. When I came in the bathroom and saw the blood, I just knew. I don't know how, I just did. And I was jealous and envious at the same time. After all we've done for the last two nights, I've wanted to know more about it, you know?"

"Oh yeah! I know!" said Nicky.

"And so when I came out of the bathroom and you were ... you were..."

" ... riding him?" Nicky supplied.

"Yeah! When you were riding him, I couldn't leave. I couldn't move. I have never seen anybody do that before!" she blushed.

"Me neither." Said Nicky. "I mean before last night. And you know what? I don't know why, but I really liked having you watch us! ... Isn't that just awful?"

Jennifer had scooted closer to Nicky, their heads together, and started conspiring with each other in whispers, punctuated by little squeaks, and giggles. I could tell a full recap of what had happened was under way. I walked to the other side of the room to give them their space. If they needed me, I'd know.

Anna came for me, and led me to the room with the X-ray machine. There she x-rayed both wrists, then with the help of a young nurse named Beverly, removed the casts. They washed my hands up to the elbows, and then each one took an arm and massaged some lotion into it. Beverly gave me the bottle, telling me to repeat it as necessary. She also gave me a ball, and told me to keep it in one hand or the other for the next couple of weeks, squeezing it 20 times and then switch to the other hand. I told her I would and thanked her.

When we got back to the nurses lounge to get the girls, they were still talking non-stop.

As we got under way again, my stomach rumbled and Anna looked at me. "You hungry?" she asked with a grin.

"Starved!"

"Do you trust me?" she asked. I nodded enthusiastically, and she soon turned into a local restaurant.

Anna turned to us and said, "All of you. Stay in the car. Don't lower the windows, they're special tinted. I'll leave it running. If anything unusual happens, slide over here and drive out of here as fast as you can. Don't wait or worry about me. I can do fine. Especially if I can see you are out of harm's way. Understand?"

We all nodded solemnly, as we were suddenly brought back to a reality we had forgotten.

She was back in 10 minutes with coffee and juices, and big cinnamon buns. She also had several pieces of fruit and something she said was new here called 'bagels with cream cheese'.

We all munched as Anna headed to the ranch.

Anna kept us laughing with funny stories of growing up out here for a while, and then everybody seemed to get quite. After a while Anna said, "I want to tell you girls something, but I'm a little embarrassed to bring it up."

She immediately had their attention. It was Nicky who asked, "What is it?"

"Well, it's probably not my place to tell you, but I did hear your parents say that this was the time for you to learn about your sexuality, and while this isn't it exactly, I do think you need to know." She said drawing out the suspense.

The girls leaned towards the front seat.

"I mean, just in case you are ever in the situation again." Anna said.

"What?" both girls said at once, anxiously.

"Well, if you are ever with a guy, and he has gone to great lengths to ... make you happy, let's say." She grinned over at me. "And if that guy has not had the chance to feel good too. Well then, it's usually considered polite to ... ah ... help ... him feel ... er ... finish." Anna said blushing.

The girls were quite, thinking.

"Do you understand?" she asked.

Jennifer said, "Do you mean like this morning after we ... ah ... when Michael was still hard and all?

"Yes!" replied Anna. "When you are with your lover, and especially when he has been so ... attentive to your needs, you should be aware of his needs also."

"But what we did wiped me out!" said Jennifer. "I could hardly move!"

"Me too!" said Nicky.

"I know. I saw." Anna said. "But do you think it was fair to Michael, for you to just lay there and let him suffer, after all the loving care he showed you in order to make you feel so good?"

"Oh it would have been OK." I said.

"Maybe. But what if it had been someone who didn't have Michael's patience?" she asked. And before they could answer, she added, "He was just as excited and in need of release as you were, especially after watching you and feeling what you were feeling. And considering the casts on his hands, he didn't have many alternatives." Anna said driving home the point.

"But ... but ... Oh, I'm so sorry Michael," Jennifer cried.

"I debated saying this, but that was the second time in two days I had to help him ... ah ... find his release. So I just wanted to make you aware Nicky."

Nicky asked, "S ... s ... second time?"

"Yes. The other time was after he licked your pussy so well the night before last." Anna answered.

"He licked your ... p ... pussy? With his mouth? Really?" Jennifer squealed! "Did you like it? Did it make you ... ah ... you know! Like this morning?" Jennifer asked excitedly.

I kept quiet. I begin to see where Anna was going with this. "She's trying to help them learn how to be better lovers!" I thought.

Jennifer was squirming with excitement at the new concept of a boy actually putting his mouth on her coochie, and her little pussy begin to quiver.

"Looks like Jenny has a new goal." I thought. "Just wait until Sarah get a whiff of this one. If she thought she was having it rough accepting the last one, this will really knock her for a loop!"

Nicky, by now, had realized what Anna was referring to, and begin to feel really bad.

I started to say something, but Anna stopped me with a look and thought to me, "Just wait! She needs this."

"Michael, I..." Nicky stared to say, remorse dripping from her words.

"Nicky!" Anna cut her off. "I didn't tell you this to make you feel bad. And although you do feel bad, Michael would probably never have said anything. But just suppose you were with someone else, someone not as loving and kind. If you got them all worked up and just left them hanging, some guys, especially young guys, might get mean, or turn violent. So, for your safety, you always want to be aware."

"But even more importantly, the difference between having sex to make yourself feel good, and a warm, loving, relationship, is making sure your lover has as good an experience as they can, and not just getting your rocks off and leave." Anna added.

Nicky was weeping silently now.

"Do you understand now?" Anna asked softly.

Nicky cried quietly.

Anna pulled to the side of the road, and with a jerk of her head, motioned for me to get in the back, and said to Jennifer, "Jen. Why don't you get up here with me and we can discuss the finer points of cunnilingus."

"Cun-i ... what?" Jennifer asked.

"Pussy licking." Anna said. "Technically, it's called cunnilingus."

"O-o K-ay!" cried Jennifer with enthusiasm.

I got out and climbed in the back seat, and Nicky slid into my arms as Anna started down the road again.

I scooted over next to Nicky, wrapping her in my, now cast-less hands. She pressed into me, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh Michael..." she cried.

"You don't have to talk. I can feel you." I thought to her.

She was silent for a minute, then said out loud, but in a whisper, I know you can feel me, but, for this, I have to use words. I am so sorry I left you ... er ... hanging. I just didn't think. I was so excited and you were so good, and I just ... just ... forgot!"

I let her get it out. I realized she needed this too.

"I promise you. If you will ever do it again, with me, I'll not forget you. I promise! ... Only please don't be mad or say you'll never love me like that again. Oh ... Michael..."

She cried for several minutes, I just sat and held her, pushing my thoughts of love and warmth and reassurances to her. After a while, she sniffled and looked up into my arms.

"Will you forgive me, Michael?"

"There's nothing to forgive. Bringing you happiness like you had this morning was one of the greatest experiences I've ever had. Whether I cum or not, I'll always be glad to make you happy. It really makes my heart smile."

"But ... but you were in such agony!" she insisted.

"Remember, Nicky. I'm not really some little boy. I knew I would survive, and while not exactly a pleasant experience, it would have gone down eventually. I just wouldn't have been able to look at you for a while" I told her.

She just looked at me. Then a smile begin to brighten her face.

"Michael Wagner, you are one very special young man. And the next time we get the chance, I am so gonna fuck your brains out! And keep on fucking you until you beg me to quit!" Nicky said with a malicious grin. The she added, "I do love you! So-o-o-o much!"

We held each other the rest of the way. I never did hear the discussion in the front seat.

"But I bet it was a doozy!" I thought.

As we neared the turn off for the ranch, Anna said,

"Girls, I have something else to tell you." Of course, this got everybody's attention.

"Well, not so much tell as suggest. Since your parents have decided to be so open and honest with you, it might be a good idea if you were to do the same." Anna said.

"Uh ... what do you mean?" asked Jennifer.

"Since they are also getting used to the idea of an open honest relationship, and since what happened this morning may not be private very long..."

"What!" Nicky interrupted.

"Well, you all weren't trying to be very quiet!" Anna laughed.

"Oh No-o-o!" cried Nicky.

"OH-oh!" said Jennifer. "Mom is gonna shit!"

"Jennifer!" Anna said. "What I was going to suggest was finding your mom and your grandmother as soon as you get there. And pulling them aside, tell them what happened, asking them if you could talk to them about it."

You could see the gears turning in the girls' heads.

"That way, we have not done anything except what they said we could do, explore our sexuality, experiment some maybe, and still keep the communication open with them so they know we have not been injured or hurt. Is that right?" Nicky asked Anna.

"Perfect Nicky. It also might help if they know that Michael did not force or talk you into doing it." Anna said. "I wouldn't want them to separate you while we're at the ranch."

"OK. I can see where doing that will go a long way, in the spirit of things as your mom said. Why don't we talk to them together, Jen?" Nicky said.

"Aunt Catherine is cool. But I'm not sure about mom." Jennifer said with dread.

"Then why not get Grandmother Liz too. She's good at controlling your mom." Nicky suggested.

"Cool! That might work. I'm just not sure how all this honesty is gonna work. I don't really know if I can trust my mom yet." Said Jennifer.

"That's sad!" I thought. "I hope Sarah doesn't blow this, or she'll probably loose Jenny, forever!"



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Chapter 36



The turnoff was deceiving. The sign for Twin Springs Ranch was small, so you really had to watch for it. Unless you knew where it was, and Anna did.

We turned from the paved road headed west on an unpaved gravel road. It was barely wide enough for two cars to pass; a single track ran down the middle. We followed the gravel road up over a small hill and entered a stand of trees. It was noticeably cooler as the large trees blocked the sun. After another half mile, we emerged from the woods to a panorama. We were on the low rim of a canyon, overlooking a valley that stretched lengthwise towards the west further than the eye could see. It was not as wide as it was long, because we could see the mountains marking the northern and southern borders and rising to heights even higher than our vantage point.

The road in front of us widened as it descended into the valley and was paved. Large trees lined the road on each side. There was a security check point, a small structure with glass on three sides sitting in the middle of the road, and was manned with armed personnel wearing the uniform of a local security company. Off to the right, was a motor home, with an impressive antenna array. I had a feeling it wasn't a normal part of the landscape and was there because of us.

The paved road had signs for the ranch and the art institute. There were also signs advising that this was private property and was a clothing optional resort. And one that said all cameras would be confiscated.

The drive into the valley was beautiful, mostly pasture, and the girls squealed as they immediately saw a herd of horses. Soon, the road began to parallel a stream, and we ended up crossing it several times. After a couple of miles or so, we begin to see structures. Barns, stables bunk houses and warehouse type storage facilities.

"Those are what Uncle Buddy refers to as the support facilities. It where we store supplies. It helps to limit deliveries to the guest areas. Same for the stables. You'll see they keep horses at the big barn, that's the barn next to the big house. But they rotate them regularly, for rest, and any medical needs. I used to spend a lot of time in there, especially if we had one birthing."

Jenny asked, "Do you think there will be one giving birth while we are here?"

"I don't know. Why don't we check when we get there? If there is, I'll be glad to take you." Anna said.

Anna pointed out the two bunk houses. "One's for guys, the other for girls. During the summer, and at roundup, we hire lots of local students."

"Do they work nude, like the guests?"

"That's a little hard to explain, but all the workers are usually nudists at heart. It's not a very good place to work if you aren't. In general though, if the task is guest related, and allows nudity, they usually do. But if the work requires clothing for safety, then safety always comes first."

"Also, the attendance is seasonal, starting in the spring, peaking in the summer, and waning in the fall. So the workers are seasonal too. We usually attract a lot of college kids, and some locals. Most of the permanent staff live on the main ranch. And they are almost all related somehow."

Finally there was a second gate with the same security building in the center of the road. Another heavily outfitted motor home was parked to the side. This time, Anna had to show ID and a phone call was made. I could see soldiers, in combat fatigues standing near the motor home. "Yep! That must be because of us!" I thought.

The drive to the main house was still over a mile up the valley, ascending and then descending a small hill, and effectively blocking any view of the ranch from the second security check point.

The bus sat empty near the entrance to a building marked Reception. It looks like they were here.

As we pulled into the almost full parking lot, Anna explained it was always busier on the weekends. There were people loading their luggage on modified golf carts, driven by the seasonal staff members we had just discussed. They all wore khaki shorts and a light blue shirt with the Twin Springs Ranch logo on their left breast.

There was a big sign to the left of the path everyone was funneling down that said

"100 feet to Clothing Optional Area. Keep Your Britches On!"

Pulling to the side of the reception building, she parked in the employee parking lot and took us in a side door. These were clearly the offices and two ladies greeted Anna with hugs and kisses.

"Guys, this is my Aunt Jaye, and her daughter, Sandra. Auntie Jay, Sandy, this is Jennifer, Nicky, and Michael. He's the one I warned you about!" She said teasing me. "Actually, he does bear watching, but that's what these ladies are for." She said laughing.

"It is so good to see you again, Anna. We've missed having you visit. It's great you are going to be here when your dad comes next week. I know he has missed you too." Said Jaye. "Your Uncle Buddy is out on the North range with a bunch of tenderfoots. He'll be back before suppertime, and dying to see you. And you know your uncle; he hates TD so he will be in a surly mood. But once he lays eyes on you, I'll have a much nicer evening." She laughed.

"Excuse me. But what's TD?" Jennifer asked.

They all laughed, and then Anna explained, "TD is Tenderfoot Duty. It means we take the guests that don't know how to ride or anything and try to teach them how to be a cowboy in just a weekend. It a favorite with the guests, but the help isn't that thrilled about it. If you think about it, it would be like taking a group of obnoxious fifth graders, and trying to teach them all about high school in two days. It gets old real quick."

"I don't think I'd like that either. Fifth grade boys are yucky!" Jennifer said.

"Anna," Aunt Jay said, "Sandy and I need to get back to work. It's the weekend. Show them to the living room and help yourselves to a snack. Lunch is just starting in the Dining Hall, and we're gonna try and get you over there as soon as Bucky gets here with the wagon. We'll process everyone after. We should have your rooms ready by then. We're gonna use the Lodge. It's not finished yet, but the guys are there now working on the punch list."

With that she went back into her office. Sandy had already discretely disappeared.

Jennifer asked, "What's a punch list?"

"When you do a construction project, right before you use it, the builder walks through with the owner and looks at every detail. If something is not right, or not quite finished, or needs attention, it goes on a list. Then the builder know exactly what final details he has to do so the building can be used. As he completes each detail, he punches or marks it off the list. Then it's usually checked again. If everything is done right, the building can be used for whatever it was built for." I explained.

"And so the builder can then get paid too!" laughed Anna as she led us to the living room, which was the main room of the building. Besides the offices, there were two doors marked restrooms. The rest was a big wide open room. I would have called it a Lobby, but I guessed they wanted a more casual feel. There were also four double doors that led to the big deck out back.

Anna showed us the room, led us to the snacks, and said help yourselves." I'll be back." She disappeared.

Most of the folks in the room were my relatives, but not all. So I made my way across the room, to where Catherine, Liz, and Jeff were talking. And when there was a pause in the conversation, I asked Catherine, "Grandmother, may I speak with you?"

She said nothing but walked out on the deck that overlooked the ranch in the distance.

I was surprised because I had thought this group of buildings was the ranch, but Catherine said the ranch was over a mile on down the road.

As we admired the view, I said, "I need to share something with you." She nodded and I placed my hand on her arm and fed her my memories of the final conversation in the car.

"Nicky hasn't said anything to me yet. Do you know if Jennifer has approached her mom?" Catherine asked.

"I wouldn't think so, not without you and Liz. I just thought forewarned is forearmed." I said.

"Do I need to know what happened in there this morning?" she asked. It was a mark of her respect that she trusted my judgment, while respecting our privacy.

"I have no secrets from you. I'll be glad to show you. "I said. " But, you should probably sit down first!" I grinned mischievously.

"Oh my!" she said and fanned herself exaggeratedly. "I'll get my vapors!"

She led me to a pair of chairs in the corner and sat down. I pulled mine next to her and again laid my hand on her arm. Before I could start she suddenly said, "Michael! Your hands! You got your casts off! Are they OK?"

I grinned real big and flexed them for her. "They're a bit stiff. And look how white they are. But they feel fine and I've already started exercising them." I said pulling my squeeze ball out of my pocket.

Then squeezing my ball in my left hand, I laid my right one on her arm and started feeding her my memories of the morning, all the way up to getting in the Suburban.

"Oh! I think that may have been more than I wanted to know!" she said, blushing.

I laughed. "Do you need to excuse yourself? You know, find some privacy maybe?"

"I'll privacy you in a minute!" she mock-threatened with a laugh. "It's hard enough that I keep forgetting you're my grandson, but to be intimate with my granddaughter's sex life is not something I was prepared for. How about next time, just giving me the short version."

I laughed at her. "You could look at it as a clinical overview." I said. Then added more seriously "Did you notice her tendency towards exhibitionism?"

"Now that you mention it, yes." She replied.

"Well, I think it really turns her on, especially during sex..." I said, sort of leaving it hanging.

"And..." she asked.

"I just want you to be prepared." I said.

"OK ... prepared for what, Michael?" Catherine asked.

"In case you just happen to be the one, you know, to be her voyeur, of course!" I answered laughing.

Oh Michael..." she said laughing with me. But I could sense she was intrigued by the idea.

Nicky and Jennifer approached Catherine and Nicky said, "Excuse us Michael, but could we talk to Grandmother?"

"Of course! I was just leaving." I said. "Good luck!"I thought to both of them as I left.

I grabbed a banana from the snack tray, and wondered over to where Natalie and Grace were talking with Randi and John.

"So, there you are, we thought you got lost or something!" Grace said, hugging me.

"I missed you." I said kissing her cheek.

"Good morning Sis! Are you adjusting to having a brother yet?" I teased Natalie.

"It's tough! But I may make it." she teased back. Then asked, "Where have you been? You weren't on the bus?"

"Geeze!" I said, "Not even 24 hours!" I whined. Grace smiled, knowing I was teasing, but Natalie bit.

"What about 24 hours?" she asked.

I gave an exaggerated sigh and said, "It's not been 24 hours since you became my sister and you're already keeping tabs on everything I do. Next you'll be bossing me around like Grace and Nicky!"

She almost reacted, but we all laughed and she did too.

"I was just teasing." I held up my hands. It took a second, and then Grace shrieked, "THEY'RE GONE! You got the off! Congratulations!" and she hugged me.

With my arm around her waist, I told the story of the women's clinic, embellishing it a little, well maybe more than a little, about how all these beautiful girls were fighting over who was gonna help me.

"It's the first time I've ever had an X-ray with seven girls holding me." They giggled.

"And I didn't realize you had to be naked, just to x-ray your wrist." Grace punched my arm and everyone made their own comments.

"I also didn't know the technicians had to be naked too! Something about radiation, I guess."

We kept talking until Bucky arrived with the wagon. Well, I assumed it was Bucky, because it was a wagon, and it was pulled by a team of mules. There was another staffer with him, A girl with short black hair. No nametags.

We loaded up, there was two other families, besides ours, one with young children. We headed down the trail, and as we rounded the first turn, there was another sign that said

"Clothing Optional Area – YOU CAN TAKE YOUR BRITCHES OFF NOW!"

The wagon stopped and the young girl next to Bucky stood up and said "Hello everyone! My name is Tammy and this is your driver, Bucky. Welcome to Twin Springs Ranch. As most of you know, this is a clothing optional ranch. If this is not what you were expecting, this would be a good time to get off.

Tammy paused, but nobody got off.

"Great! Then it's time... ," she paused for effect, " ... to get naked!" And pulled her uniform shirt over her head. Bucky was likewise stripping.

Soon we all begin to strip. Tammy and Bucky passed out bags with Twin Springs Ranch on them for everyone to put their clothes in.

Little Mike couldn't help it and began to appreciate all the naked skin around me. I noticed John and Jeff had sat down and placed their clothes bags strategically. I decided to do the same. The family on the bench in front of us were having trouble getting the boy to remove his clothes, and tried to tease him that his sisters, both younger than him weren't being shy. I figured him to be about twelve or thirteen.

Finally his mother said, "If you're such a big boy, look at the big boy behind you. He's not afraid to let the girls see him naked."

He whipped his head around to look at me, but he only got as far as the twin goddesses sitting beside me. His mouth dropped, his eyes got large and he froze.

Natalie saw the whole thing, and looking at him, she cocked her hip, with one hand on it and said, "Hi. I'm Natalie. What's your name?"

"R ... R ... Robby..." he stuttered.

"Hi Robby. This is my first time. Have you done this before?"

He just shook his head no.

"Oh. Well, my sister and I..." She turned and pointed to Grace, "her name is Grace. Well, Grace and I are new to this. So maybe we newbies can hang out later and swim or something."

Robby just stared, until his mother touched his arm and said, "Robby, it's not polite to stare."

Robby hung his head and mumbled "Sorry." As he turned around and reluctantly pulled his t shirt over his head.

Natalie, observant as ever, said in an exaggerated whisper, "Oo-o look at those muscles Grace. Remember, I saw him first."

Grace immediately whined loudly enough for Robby to hear, "Why-y-y do you get all the good ones!"

After we were naked, we begin to move again. This time, Tammy stayed standing, facing us and begin her tour guide monologue. Introducing us to the rules and what to watch out for. The big ones were sunburn and bug bites. She explained that there was suntan lotion and bug spray at the gift shop, and the infirmary was next to the main Dining Hall. She suggested we stick to the main paths until we knew the ranch a little better, watch out for snakes, and to always wear shoes.

One of the other family groups reached back in their bags and pulled out their shoes when she said that.

The ride was short, a little over a mile. But lots of information. They dropped us at the Dining Hall, and we went in. Like the Reception building, it had windows which were open on three sides. Lunch was set up cafeteria style, and we got in line.

"I wonder if anything is air conditioned up here?" I thought.

The two servers appeared to be about our age, and were wearing aprons that hung around their neck and tied around their waist. One girl was as tall as I was and thin. She had on short terry cloth shorts, the other was a generously endowed black girl, and she wore nothing except the apron. As we went through the line, they served our plates from the home cooked foods, chatting with everyone. A large black woman came out carrying a pan of pork chops to replenish the serving line. Her resemblance to the serving girl was more than coincidental.

"They must be mother and daughter" I surmised.

After we filled our trays, we found an empty table. The tables were scattered through the rest of the room and most seated four people. A few were longer and seated six. It was obvious they could be scooted together to make larger ones, so we did.

Natalie, Grace, Randi, Julie, and I sat together. Candy and Mandy were already at the table next to us. I saw John and Jeff not too far away, but Liz, Catherine, Sarah and Debbie were sitting with Nicky and Jennifer off to the side.

I noticed Robby and his family were seated a couple of tables away. And Robby's eyes were glued to the angels. Unless one of them looked that way, then he quickly bowed his head. His mom saw me noticing, and mouthed a quick, "I'm sorry" over his bowed head.

I got up and walked to their table.

"Excuse me," I said. "My name is Michael and I seem to be out numbered over here and could use some reinforcements. Would you like to come sit with us?" then to his folks, "If it's alright with your folks?"

His dad said, "It's up to Robby."

Robby bowed his head and muttered something. His dad laughed and said, "I don't think he heard you Robby. You'll have to speak up."

"I said, I'll be glad to help you." Robby said bashfully.

"Well, come on!" and turned back to our table. The girls had gone quiet, wondering what I was doing. I went to the opposite side from where I was sitting, reaching for my tray and sliding it to this side, I said, "Robby. You take my place and I'll sit here."

Everybody scooted a little and Robby finally set down his tray in the only spot left, then standing behind the empty chair, begin to have second thoughts. I was betting he'll chicken out. But Natalie and Grace both reached for his arms and pulled him into the seat. Then Natalie leaned across him, rubbing her tits on his shoulder as she did and said to Grace, "I told you! ... I saw him first!"

Not to be outdone, Grace leaned over him rubbing her tits on his other shoulder and said, "No, I saw him first!"

This begin a back and forth tit rubbing match, until I thought Robby would burst into flames he was so flushed.

"Enough!" I said. "Let the poor guy eat." I said laughing.

Grace immediately put her arm around him and said, "I'm so sorry Robby, It's just that my sister Grace is so, so, flighty."

Natalie said, "No, I'm Natalie.

"No. I am"

They went back and forth a couple of times, until I said, "Ok Robby. Maybe we should find us another table."

Then both girls put their arms around him and said, "No-o!"

Everyone one laughed. Suddenly Robby grinned and said, "If it's OK with you, I kinda like it here."

We all cracked up at that. As things settled down, Natalie and Grace eased up teasing him and began to draw him into the conversation. They got him talking and found out he was thirteen, and headed for eighth grade. Finding out that Robby and his family were from Denver, they got him talking about the Broncos joining the NFL, and Floyd Little, the 3 time All American at Syracuse leading the AFC in rushing if he hadn't been injured. After that, I don't think he slowed down, and Natalie and Grace, who I know are not big football fans, just listened.

Soon, his family stopped by. Natalie asked, "Robby, would you introduce us?"

"Sure. This is my Mom, Debra, and my dad, Hank. And these are my sisters, Alicia and Regina."

Then turning to the table, he said, " ... and these, are Natalie and Grace, but I'm not sure which is which." He said shyly.

Natalie laughed and said, "I'm Natalie. And that..." pointing to Grace, " ... is my sister Grace."

"You look alike!" said little Regina with surprise as she realized it.

"That's because..." said Natalie.

" ... we're twins!" finished Grace.

"How do they do that?" I thought.

Grace got down on one knee and looked Regina in the eye. "Big sisters can be a pain, can't they. She's only 15 minutes older than me, but never lets me forget it!"

Regina shyly agreed so they talked for a few minutes. Robby stood affectionately beside her, smiling. You could tell he was protective of them. Finally they left to find their cabin, agreeing to meet at the beach later.

We all had a good time, sitting there laughing and talking, easily falling back into the no clothes routine. After a while, Natalie said, "You know, I just forgot I was naked. I guess you really do get used to it.

Grace said, "I told you!" Everyone laughed at that.

The two dads walked up. John and Jeff said that they were thinking about going fishing later. "Would any of you like to go?" he asked.

We said we'd let them know.

Julie pulled out a mimeographed sheet with a listing of the activities for the day.

There was a petting zoo in the big barn, horseback riding, and a milking demonstration later. There was a walking tour of the wildflowers, and what they called a 'What's What' tour.

"What's a 'What's What'?" Randi asked?

Nobody knew.

There was canoeing, swimming, fishing, and horseshoes by the lake. They also had a volleyball court and a small basketball half court. Unfortunately, we had missed the calf roping demonstration that morning, but this afternoon, there was to be a barrel riding exhibition by a former champion.

There was a horseshoe tournament before supper.

After supper, there was a marshmallow roast after dark, and later, a moonlight dance on the Pavilion.

Anna and Sandy came in and made their way to our group. Most of the other diners had finished and left. There seemed to be a lot of family groups.

Julie asked as they walked up, "Anna, do you know what a 'What's What' is? It says there's a tour of them and we can't figure it out."

Anna and Sandy smiled. Sandy said, "That's one of our most popular tours. It's got three parts. The first part is a walking tour of all the facilities close by that are available to guests. It's only about an hour, but it's a good way to learn your way around.

The second is a tour of the lake and hot springs and includes a canoe ride and a 30 minute water safety course. It usually takes an entire morning.

The third tour is a riding tour, where we take guests up the valley for an expanded view of the ranch. It's the most popular, and takes most of the day.

"Is that TD?" I asked

Sandy nodded and smiled, but didn't say anything.

What's TD? Julie asked.

"I'll explain later." I quickly said.

Anna then said, "Why don't we wait until everyone gets over here and then Sandy can go through everything."

Jeff stood and said, "Debbie. You all come join us. They want to talk to us." When they joined us, Anna introduced her cousin Sandy.

"On behalf of the family, I want to welcome you to "Twin Springs Ranch" If you're interested, my dad, Buddy, will be glad to tell you the history of the ranch, and it is an amazing story. He usually does it every weekend around the campfire."

"Now, since you met Bucky and Tammy on the way here, you know the basics. I want to cover the specifics. You all will be staying in the new Lodge, not far from here. Just follow the path around the southern edge of the lake. It wasn't scheduled to be finished until later this summer. So I'm sorry that it is not up to the usual Twin Springs standards. But when this ... situation ... came up, we have rushed to get it as ready as possible, but it still lacks a few things. I'll thank you in advance for your patience, and if there is anything you need, please let Anna or I, or any of the staff know."

She turned and looked at Anna.

"As you may have noticed, there are special forces troops scattered around the perimeter of the ranch, but it's a big ranch, over 55,000 acres. So there is a lot to cover. They are instructed to be as invisible as possible to the operations of the ranch, and still watch for signs of trouble. We don't think the Russians know you are here, but moving 14 people and hiding the trail is tougher than you think."

"So we ask you to please stay in the immediate area. It's easier to keep you safe. Also, there are panic buttons in every room in the Lodge. I'll show them to you when we go over. If you push it, the troops will swarm the Lodge, so don't mess around with them. OK?" Anna asked.

Everybody nodded their assent.

"Now, as Sandy said, there are eight rooms completed for our use, all in the west wing. You may pick any room you want. I suggest we pair the couples, and the twins, that includes Catherine and Liz, if that's OK?"

Catherine and Liz both nodded.

Anna continued, "That will leave Nicky and Randi together. Michael will have a room to himself, it's already marked. I will be in the room on the West end with the phones and other ... items. It will help the staff and minimize the risk if you would strip the beds and linens, and leave them in the hall on Monday, Wednesday, And Friday. If you need linens or towels in between, let me know. Your bags are on the porch at the Lodge, the last of the workers cleared out a few minutes ago. Just grab your bags and chose a room."

Grace took my hand, as we all begin the trek to the Lodge.



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Chapter 37



The Lodge was a single story, elevated several feet off the ground. So we climbed the steps to the large covered porch. There was an assortment of chairs and rockers stacked there, and a pair of porch swings sat waiting to be installed. You could see the evidence of their hasty preparations.

The main doors opened to a huge room with walls extending at least 30 feet up, to a point, like a big letter A. On the left side, was a massive stone fireplace, so big Jennifer and Julie could stand up in it. There were doors on either side of the fireplace that stood open.

On the right wall, opposite the fireplace was one of those roll up doors and a counter. It reminded me of the lunchroom where I went to school. It opened when they served food, and closed the rest of the time. It turned out that was exactly what it was, although not ready yet. Anna said they would be here Wednesday to install the appliances.

At the far end of this main room, opposite the entry doors, the wall was glass. The glass wall framed a fantastic view of the lake, and across the lake, a pasture, then rising to the top of the ridge in the distance, and then, behind the ridge towered the Rocky Mountains.

There were two pairs of doors matching the entry doors from the porch. These exited onto a similar porch as we entered from, but it was more than twice as wide. And when we walked to the edge, I realized we were over the water.

I stood there at the edge of the porch, looking at the Rockies in the distance and marveling at their beauty, when I felt Grace's presence.

"Michael, can I talk to you?"

"Always. What's up?"

Well, Natalie and I were wondering if you would spend a little time with us while we're here? So she could get to know you better."

"It would be my pleasure!" I replied. "Why don't we go check out the beach?"

She thought that was a great idea. So did the others, so we threw our stuff in our rooms and headed for the beach.

The beach was an area next to the Dining Hall, where they had imported tons of white sand, like they used on golf course sand traps, covering the edge of the lake for about 150 feet. There was a wooden Lifeguard stand, and a small cabana that was opened and stacked with towels and a few beach umbrellas and other beach type paraphernalia.

"Twin Springs really went all out. This is a first class operation!" I thought. "I wonder how much they charge?"

At the far end, away from the Dining Hall, was a huge outdoor Pavilion, a large concrete pad with a roof, but open on three sides. The fourth side had two restrooms and a kitchen area. The signs said there was a dance there later this evening.

The sand extended into the lake about 40 feet at which point, it was over my head. Moored a little farther out, was a floating dock-like raft, maybe 12' x 12' with a small ladder attached.

The beach appeared to be popular this afternoon, with lots of towels and some lounge chairs with sunbathers, dotting the entire length of the beach to the Pavilion. It appeared to be a mostly older clientele, but there was a scattering of families present, several with small children. I didn't see any other guys my age. Or girls either. Although there were a number of what appeared to be pre-teens playing on the beach and at the edge of the water.

I immediately dived into the cool waters swimming for the raft. I was pleased that the muscles in my new body were responding so well. I decided that this time, I was going to do more to take care of myself.

I reached the raft and climbed on, looking back at the girls. I wasn't the only one. Looking, I mean. Eight naked teenage girls, five blonds, a brunette, and two redheads, and all beautiful, will certainly draw attention. And they did. I saw more than one or the other guests look with disapproval at their male companion. One actually slapped her husband on the arm.

The girls were talking as they spread their towels in a group, and then begin to make their way to the edge of the water. I saw Jennifer point to the raft, and soon they were all headed this way.

We sat on the raft, talking and cutting up for a little while, until someone mentioned the tour. Then the five cousins and Nicky headed for the beach, leaving Natalie and Grace with me. We talked a while longer. It was fun getting to know them better. They talked about living in a small town, and life with their grandmother. I was actually looking forward to meeting her. She sounded like a hoot!

Grace swam to the beach and brought back some Coppertone, after she noticed Natalie turning red. But I decided I'd had enough sun, so I swam back to the beach and headed for the showers.

Afterwards, I stretched out on one of the sofas in the great room of the Lodge with a book, but I don't think I got through the first chapter. It was a great nap though!

I opened my eyes to one of the sexiest sights I'd ever seen. Four sets of teenage titties filled my field of view as I opened my eyes.

"Wake up Michael!" Nicky said with just a trace of panic in her voice. Grace and Natalie and Randi were standing by her and Grace giggled.

"I think you spooked Nicky. If it were up to her, she probably would never let you close your eyes again." Randi said.

"Especially if it takes you five weeks to wake up again!" added Natalie.

"It's time to eat." Nicky said.

We all headed for the Dining Hall. Thank god they woke me or I might have slept thru supper again.

I sat with the four girls and listened to them chat about their day. Soon Jennifer and Julie joined us and started discussing all their discoveries from the tour of the ranch.

"Did you know this is one of the ten biggest ranches in Colorado?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah. And it been in the Sandy's family for almost a hundred years!" Added Julie.

"And there used to be a tribe of Indians that lived on it somewhere." Jennifer said.

"And they say the spirits still walk the land up in the hills." Added Julie.

"There is supposed to be a buried treasure somewhere on the ranch." Jennifer said.

"It came from a train heist back during the Civil War." Added Julie.

"Sandy said people have explored all over the ranch, for years, but nobody's ever found it!" Jennifer pouted.

"But her daddy, Buddy swears it's out there somewhere waiting to be found!" Julie said.

"Will you two cut that out!" I said laughing.

Grace and Natalie laughed too.

"Michael doesn't do twin-speak very well!" Grace said.

After that, the conversation dissolved into that kind of conversation only girls can do, where they all seem to talk at once, but they all know who said what. I tuned them out and looked around the Dining Hall.

Liz and Catherine were sitting with John, Sarah, Jeff, and Debbie not far away so I got up, and after returning my tray, grabbed another iced tea and headed for their table.

"How are you doing with all the nudity Michael?" Liz asked.

I grinned real big. "Ok I guess. I haven't embarrassed myself too many times. I replied. "Of course, I have made it a point not to be around you too much or I'd embarrass myself a lot more!"

They all laughed.

"You know, I never thought I'd see the day when Michael acted so mature." Debbie said.

"You're right. He certainly is a different person since he woke up." Sarah added.

Catherine looked at me and grinned, but said nothing.

"I've gotta hand it to you Michael. First your speech to Catherine, then what you did for Jennifer and Julie at the hospital, and then the way you handled yourself at Anna's place, and how you helped Sarah and I get through last night. You really seem to have changed for the better." John said.

"Not to mention what you did for Mandy!" Jeff said. "Debbie and I can't tell you how much we appreciate you cluing us in to what was going on!"

I'm sure I had turned red from all the praise. "I didn't really do that much. I think they are all wonderful girls. They just need a safe place to express themselves and explore their sexuality." I said.

"Well, it seems like they have found that!" John laughed. "Seriously though, thanks for taking care of them!"

"You don't have to thank me. I love them all. And I really do want what's best for them." I said, then trying to change the subject, I asked

"Grandmother. How are you liking the ranch?"

She and Liz begin comparing it to a couple of places they used to go when the girls were young. Pretty soon, Debbie and Sarah were involved and reminiscing too. Finally, John asked if they were going to the dance. So we headed over to the Pavilion.

The live music was provided by a local group called Jessie and the Wranglers. They must play here often, because they were playing in the nude. They played a pretty good mix of big band, country-western, and pop. Most were pretty good to dance to. However, I soon discovered that they didn't know what a line dance was in 1971.

So the next time they played a western number, I showed them one.

The dance was called the Cowboy Boogie. I knew Randy Travis would have a hit song by the same name in the '90's but the dance had been around since the 70's. It's a basic set of dance steps done in one or more lines, so I got Nicky and Grace and Jenny to line up with me, and by the end of the song there were twenty or more out on the floor with us.

Jessie was good and saw his audience was into it so they immediately launched into another country song that was even better to line dance to and soon even more people were out on the floor.

After the line dances, they went back to Glenn Miller before taking their break.

During the break, the girls were all asking me about where I learned to dance like that, when Jessie and another guy from the band came up and started asking me about line dancing.

I explained everything I could remember about it and demonstrated a few different dance steps that could be added. They wanted more, but I finally begged off claiming I couldn't remember anything else, but if I did, I'd let them know.

When the music started again, Jessie said "Folks, we've got ourselves an honest-to-goodness new type of dancing here tonight. We've been playing dancing music for years and ain't seen nothing like it. And based on the way ya'll are dancing, ya'll seem to like it too!"

The girls yelled and several others applauded.

Jessie then said "So here's what we're gonna do. If that young feller will get up front here, you all can line up behind him and we'll let him teach us all how to do this new dance he calls line dancing. Come on up here young man!"

The girls pulled me up in front of the small stage and I had them line up with me. Then others fell into lines behind us and as the music started, I begin to teach them all to do the Cowboy Boogie.

After the three song set, they settled into a Frank Sinatra number, and Catherine took me to the floor for some ballroom.

After that my dance card stayed full. Catherine and Liz loved to ballroom dance, and the girls rotated on most of the slow ones. But there were several women guests, on seeing my ballroom skills, that approached me and asked me to dance with them. Most of them were old enough to be my mother. A few were Catherine's age.

But I danced with them all, and did my best to help them enjoy it. I found I could read them fairly easy, and most just wanted to feel the thrill of dancing again. There were a few that would have liked to feel more. But I stayed polite and Little Michael didn't embarrass me too much.

By the time I made it back to my room, I was ready to drop. I crawled into bed and fell asleep thinking how much I loved my new life.



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Chapter 38



May 23, 1971 – Sunday

I had to pee.

Some people claim to have an internal clock to help them know when to wake up. Personally, I think they are like me and just have a tiny bladder.

So I made my way to the communal bathroom to take care of my morning routine. I had decided to begin getting this body back in shape, so I delayed my shower until after I ran.

The air was crisp as I went outside and begin to stretch. I decided on heading for the registration building and set off at a moderate pace. "I need to see what my stamina is like." I thought.

The sky was light, but the sun had not peeked over the mountains as I begin my run. I had not been much for keeping in shape in my last life, but this time around, "I will do everything I can to be healthy!" I vowed to myself.

As I ran, I practiced sensing for range. I could detect emotions coming from the general area of the Dining Hall. Three people were busy preparing breakfast. Someone was in the stables, and there were several around the security station and the nearby RV. I extended the range and could sense others about a mile away on a small hill that looked out over the ranch. They had spotted me out and were notifying others, complaining of me starting so early.

I was only slightly winded by the time I reached the registration building, so I turned around and started back without stopping. By the time I made it back to the Lodge, I was tired, but pleased. I figured a little over two miles wasn't bad for the first time.

I decided to stop by the Dining Hall to see what time they started serving breakfast, but I was secretly hoping I could get a cup of coffee.

The main hall was still dark, but all the lights were on in the kitchen. None of the buildings had locks on the doors, I noticed as I went in.

In the kitchen, the big black lady was busy frying a skillet of sausage. She was dressed in an apron, and a skirt. She was the one I had seen on Saturday at lunch. There were pans of bacon in the industrial stove. And on the counter, sat pans of potatoes cooked with onions.

"Would a poor man have a chance with such a beautiful creature?" I asked.

"What you doing here, boy?" She asked.

Then before I could answer, she asked, "Ain't you the one that they's raisin' all the fuss about?"

"Alas, I am but a poor soul in search of a cup of coffee." I waxed not very poetically.

She looked me for a moment before grabbing a cup from the rack behind her and taking it to a large urn, filled it and set it in front of me. "You need cream or sugar?" she asked.

"This is fine. Thank you."

She reached in a warmer, and pulled out two large biscuits, and putting a slice of fresh sausage with them, handed them to me on a small plate. While I was busy tearing into them, she went to the large commercial refrigerator and returned with a glass bottle of orange juice.

In between bites, I introduced myself to her. She said she figgered who I was, but couldn't figger out what all the fuss was about. So I told her my life's story. All seven days of it.

She didn't doubt a word. It seems she was well aware of the spirits. Many of them inhabited these mountains she told me.

I told her I had only met the one myself.

By the time I finished the sausage biscuits and coffee, Mabel and I were friends. And while she was filling me up, she tried to fix me up with her daughter, her niece, and finally herself. But she was only half serious about the first two.

I thanked her again for the coffee and biscuits and headed for the communal showers at the Lodge.

I noticed that Anna was the only one stirring. A few minutes later, as I was standing under the spray, rinsing off, Anna entered and said, "Oh good! You're awake. I need to talk to you. I have..."

I stepped to her and kissed her. I let her feel my raging 16 year old hypersexual hormones and an equally raging Little Mike.

"Oh!" she said when I lifted my lips from hers.

"Good morning Anna." I said. "What were you saying?"

"Uh, I'm not sure." She replied. Then, "You know, a guy can get in lots of trouble assaulting a Federal Agent. Particularly this early in the morning." She teased.

"And especially naked in the shower." She added.

"It's all a matter of priorities." I told her. "A civil greeting is usually not considered assault, but it is usually instigated prior to negotiations."

"Negotiations?" Anna asked.

"Yeah. You were about to tell me you have to fly to Washington DC, and want me to promise to be good and stay close to the Lodge while you're gone." I told her.

"I keep forgetting about your, ah, power." She sighed.

"You also are horny and not certain you are ready to face your father." I added.

Anna did not reply, but turned and busied herself with starting her shower.

She was lifting the bottle of shampoo when I said, "Allow me." Then taking the shampoo from her and squeezing some in my hand, I began to shampoo her hair.

"I wonder if she knows how incredibly sexy she really is?" I thought to myself.

"You really do think that, don't you?" she asked.

"Think what?" I replied.

"Think I'm sexy. Even though I'm twice your age."

I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her tits, and nuzzling her neck below her ear. I whispered, "You forget. I'm actually more than twenty years older than you are. I just happen to have a teenage body. And a teenage libido, and teenage hormones, and a teenage cock that recovers rapidly."

She moaned.

"Also, showering with beautiful, sexy, younger girls turns me on!" I kept whispering. Her passion was rising, but she was fighting it.

"And it doesn't hurt to be able to read your feelings, and to know you want me." I thought to her.

She knew I was right, so she relaxed and quit fighting me. Her hands were on top of mine, so she began pushing me to squeeze her breasts harder. She leaned her head back against my shoulder, and closed her eyes as she ground her ass against my rampant cock. She moaned again, softly.

"You know, you've helped me out a couple of times," I said as I moved one hand lower, over her flat belly, to that tumultuous valley between her legs. "I think I should return the favor!"

She moaned quietly.

As I caressed her swelling dome of desire, I could feel her longing that trembled from deep inside. Even though it would be more than a decade before Ladas, Whipple, and Perry published their controversial best seller, I decided to show Anna where her G Spot was located. And what happens when it's properly stimulated.

So I dropped my other hand to the soft area at the top of her pubic hair, and pressed in and down slightly with the flat of my hand. At the same time, I curled the middle two fingers of my hand on her labia, splitting the soft folds until both fingers were buried as deep as they would go. Then lifting gently, I curled my fingers a little more and pulled up and away from me, causing her to thrust her pussy forward and tilt it up more.

"There! There it is." I thought to myself. The little patch of skin that felt slightly rougher than the surrounding area. Pushing down with my hand on her pelvis, while gently pulling upward on her pussy, and curling and uncurling my fingers inside her pussy, I knew she was close. So I stopped.

"You bastard! Don't stop!" she gasped. "I'm so-o close. Please Michael!"

"I happen to have it on good authority he is NOT a bastard." Catherine snickered.

"Uh!" Anna tried to jerk away and turn around to see who had entered the showers with us, but I held her firmly in place, slightly bent forward at the waist, with most of our combined weight on her hands against the shower wall. While she fought me to get away, I could also sense a conflict. Anna actually creamed in my hand as she came, excited beyond anything she could remember. "Well what do you know? It seems the good doctor really does get off on humiliation!" I thought.

"Good morning, Michael. Good morning, Dr. Carter" said Catherine. "It looks like my grandson is taking very good care of his doctor this morning!" She added devilishly. I knew then she must have felt the connection I had established between the three of us.

Hello Grandmother. Would you like to watch as I fuck this little secret agent's ass?" I thought to both of them.

Anna was mortified. She flushed deeply, and moaned. I lifted slightly and strummed my fingers inside her pussy once again. Anna was torn. On one hand, she wanted to run away and hide, and on the other, she wanted that massive climax that she knew was approaching.

"Tell me Doctor. Do you give all your patients this ... uh ... personal treatment?" Catherine asked not so innocently. Her voice had its own quiver as I let her sense Anna's building climax.

"Oh shit!" Anna hissed at me. Then, "Oh fuck! Oh-oh-o-o... !" as she came.

But I could tell the big one was still there, not quite ready yet. So before she could recover, I pushed her boobs flat against the wall, trapping my hand still in her pussy. The other hand I dropped to her ass and immediately begin fingering the sensitive area around her asshole, slowly easing the tip of my finger inside. I hissed in her ear as I slowly inserted and then extracted my fingers in both of her openings simultaneously.

"Ag-g-g-rah-rum-ph!" Catherine sputtered as she sensed her own desire flooding her body.

"I'd say you're taking very good care of me, Doctor! And Look! You managed to wake up Little Mike. Do you know what Little Mike likes to do when a naked girl wakes him up first thing in the morning?"

Anna only grunted. A small groan slipped by Catherine's lips as she could feel Anna's climax charging at them like a thundering stampede.

" ... He likes to fuck little girl secret agents in their little asses!" I sneered as I plunged my finger deeper into her rectum. I could feel the fingers of each hand through the thin tissue separating them as I plunged them both faster and harder.

Catherine could now feel the reverberations as they echoed between the two trembling libidos. Each one causing the other to reach the next higher level, until she could almost swear she could feel the ground shake as the stampede got closer and closer.

Anna was close. The reference to her being an agent, really tapped into an emotional stream deep within her.

"Did they teach you what would happen to little girl secret agents if they got caught without their panties?" I whispered menacingly in her ear.

She didn't answer. She was too busy moaning, her breathing ragged.

"They tie them up ... Naked ... On display ... And then they fuck both their little secret agent holes at the same time!"

She didn't hear the ' ... same time' simply because her scream drowned me out.

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh my-y-y... !" exclaimed Catherine as she shared Anna's climax.

I broke the connection as I gently swung Anna to a lying position and caught Catherine as she stumbled, easing her down to the floor of the shower beside her. I just stood there for a moment, grinning as I looked at both of them in their post orgasmic bliss. Finally reaching over and shutting off both showers. Then I stepped over to the bench and retrieved Anna's and Catherine's towels and stood holding them out to them as I smiled.

"Two birds with one stone! Not too shabby!" I thought to myself with a grin of satisfaction.

Anna looked up. "Why doesn't he ever fuck me?" she wondered.

"He's teasing us." Answered Catherine out loud.

Anna turned with a jerk, a questioning look on her face.

"But don't worry. His day will come!" Catherine laughed.

I smiled and dropped their towels on them, then headed for the Dining Hall. I was hungry.



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Chapter 39



"Coffee or tea?" I asked Catherine when she joined me 30 minutes later.

"Tea, thank you." I went to the counter for her tea, and some more coffee for me. There were only a few people even up at this time, so we had the place to ourselves.

"Why didn't you have sex with her?" Catherine asked with no preamble.

"Why, good morning to you too!" I laughed.

"I'm sorry; I'm just not used to being so stimulated this early in the morning." She explained. Of course, it explained nothing.

"I don't understand what you mean." I lied. "And I haven't read you yet to see where this is going. So what is it you really want to know?" It was a little white lie. I had read her, and I knew where this was headed. However, I wanted to see if she knew what she wanted.

"I don't know if I can take much more, Michael." She said staring off into space.

"Much more of what?" I asked as innocently as I could.

She turned her head and looked directly at me for a long moment, then said, "You. I don't know if I can avoid you much longer." Then immediately after saying that she turned beet red.

Before I could tease her any more, Candy and Mandy showed up. They were dressed in jeans and western shirts with the Twin Springs logo above the pocket on the left side. Even though we had only been here a day, it seemed unusual to see them dressed.

"Aunt Catherine, can we charge a pair of boots and a hat to our account here?" Candy asked.

"Good morning girls. Why are you wearing clothes?" Catherine said.

"We're gonna be wranglers at the rodeo this afternoon and Zack gave us shirts and said to wear jeans." Candy replied.

"Yeah. And there's gonna be a guy there today who sells boots and cowboy hats." Said Mandy.

"Zack said he could probably fit us, and he'd just charge it to our account here." Said Candy.

"But he said we had to have our mom's permission." Said Mandy.

"Except she's crying in the bathroom and told us not to bother her right now." Said Candy.

"And we have to get down to the stock pens early. We're gonna be wranglers!" Said Mandy.

"Why is your mom crying in the bathroom?" Catherine asked concerned.

"We don't know. But we have to get down there early. We're helping to wrangle calves for the calf-roping contest." Mandy explained.

Catherine looked at me. "I'm on it. Give me a minute.' I thought to her.

"Well, I don't see a problem with the boots and hats, but why don't you sit down and have some breakfast before you go." Catherine suggested to the twins.

"OK. Then we can go?" Candy asked.

"Of course. But eat something more than rolls and fruit. You need a good breakfast if you're going to be working all day.

They took off for the serving lines. Catherine looked at me saying nothing, but the question was on her face.

"It appears to have been some sort of female problems. I don't think it's a problem with the babies, because she's angry with Jeff. She was sitting on the toilet crying, but she's gone back to bed now. Jeff's still asleep. I can tell she's in some pain, but no specifics. I'll keep an eye on it." I told Catherine.

The twins returned with full plates, excitedly chattering about the cowboy boots they were going to get.

"What time does the rodeo start and where is it going to be?" Catherine asked the twins.

"It starts later this morning, but we have to get the calves ready." Mandy supplied.

"Because there will be a lot of people there who aren't nudists, they hold it at the stockyards in the support area. They have an arena and everything." Added Candy.

They continued to chatter on about the rodeo and being a wrangler as they gobbled down their breakfasts. I didn't realize that wranglers were so important at a rodeo. But I guess somebody has to care for all those animals.

"Will you tell mom where we are?" Candy asked as they finished their breakfast and stood to leave.

"Ok. You both just be careful." Catherine said.

"Bye Aunt Catherine. Bye Michael." They yelled over their shoulder as they left.

The two sets of twins passed each other at the front door. Natalie and Grace were coming in as Candy and Mandy ran out. They got coffee and juice and headed towards us.

After explaining what Candy and Mandy were up to, Natalie and Grace started talking to Catherine, telling her how much they were enjoying the ranch and being included as family.

"So, are you girls having any problems with the nudity?" Catherine asked them.

"Not really." Said Grace. "It's still a little unusual seeing Michael, and him seeing me."

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her.

"I mean, the whole time I was sitting with him in the hospital, I had lots of time to think. But in all that time, I NEVER thought I'd be sitting here talking to you and him, and none of us have on any clothes!

We all laughed, as Catherine said, "Tell me about it!"

We continued to sit and talk as the others joined us. When Debbie came in with Jeff, I scanned her. But except for a few lingering memories of the pain, there was nothing I could put my finger on, and she seemed ok.

It appeared everyone was going to the rodeo. After getting dressed, we all headed that way.

I immediately noticed the large number of military personnel stationed around the support area, but if anyone else did, nothing was said.

Grace held my hand as we walked, but was quiet. I spent a moment reading her, and saw she wanted to spend time with me and I already knew she was a romantic at heart, so I begin to try and figure out how to make a trip to the rodeo romantic.

I pushed everything else out of my mind and focused on Grace. She was truly beautiful and I began to gently push my feelings of attraction and desire to her. Soon we were chatting about the ranch, and the rodeo and other things. Neither of us had ever been to a rodeo, so we were looking forward to the new experience.

I was surprised at the number of people that were there. Sandy later told me the crowd numbered over 300 for the day. It turns out that this was a pretty big occasion for the community, and there were lots of young would-be cowboys, trying to earn points on the junior rodeo circuit, for which this was an annual event.

There were a couple of dozen vendors set up with everything from cotton candy and soft drinks, to homemade candies and ice cream. I wasn't carrying any cash, but I discovered that ranch guests could charge purchases to their Twin Springs account, so I bought Grace and I this cool Mexican treat, a puffy, pastry shell with cinnamon sugar and honey on it. It was so delicious, I had two.

There were souvenirs, crafts, and T-shirts with different images and sayings printed on them. Most had a rodeo or western theme. There was also lots of western wear. Cowboy hats and boots. Western shirts and belts with big belt buckles. There was also some Indian jewelry, mostly silver with topaz, in a stall run by a very old Indian woman. She saw us coming and made eye contact immediately, as if willing us into her place of business. We just kept going, but I could feel her eyes boring into my back as we passed.

Suddenly I heard a strange phrase in my mind. I stopped and turned, half expecting to see the Old One, but one glance confirmed he wasn't there. I returned to her stall, bringing Grace with me, and acting as if I was interested in one of the pieces of jewelry she displayed. What I really wanted was time to figure out where the strange phrase had come from, and if it represented danger.

I quickly scanned the area for hostile emotions, and there were none. So I focused my energy on the old Indian woman and scanned her.

I'm not sure what I expected when I read her, but it wasn't fear. And then, as I continued to read her, the fear turned to awe, before she finally dropped from the small stool she was sitting on, to her knees, and buried her face in the dirt.

"Forgive an old woman, Oh Great One! I was forewarned many moons ago you would come, but my age has made me slow to see." She said with her head still touching the earth. The thing is, she said it in a language I had never heard before, but on hearing it, knew it was called the old tongue, or sometimes the spirit's tongue.

And I understood every word!

So reaching for her shoulder, I pulled gently, saying in the old tongue, "Arise Asuratante."

She rose slowly, with Grace on one side of her and me on the other helping her to stand. She just looked at me, without speaking.

"Greetings, Star Catcher." For that is what her name, 'Asuratante', meant. "Are you alright? Would you like to sit?" I asked.

"Please. I am an old woman now, and must regain my breath." She said as Grace got her stool for her.

"I am sorry if I caused you discomfort." I said.

"No! You must not say that, Great One." She said in a panic. "I should have known and been ready to greet you properly!"

"Please, Star Catcher. Your greeting was fine. My friends call me Michael. And this is my very special friend, Grace. We would very much like to hear your tale. If you would share it with us."

"I know you go by many names, but I have never heard that name foretold, Great One." She mused. "So I shall address you as Waharahi, which means 'child of the sun'. This is the most common name given you through the ages."

I nodded.

Grace looked at me in confusion. So I smiled at her and thought "It's ok. We'll be fine. Let's see what her story is."

Star Catcher must have heard my thoughts too, for she immediately said, "My story is simple Waharahi. Your coming has been foretold for many generations. My mother and her mother before her, and her mother before her, were what the white men call medicine women. We are actually the spiritual leaders of the tribe. And the healers, and the historians, and on occasion, the leaders."

"It has been said that one day, the Great Spirit, what some call the Spirit of the Sun, would send one to walk our paths with us. And this Great One would help us save our world, and all that live here." Stated Star Catcher.

"Wow! Michael! Can you believe this?" Grace asked.

"I understand the prophecy, and Star Catcher's genuine belief in this Waharahi. But I don't understand why she believes that I am Waharahi."

"Because you are Waharahi!" Star Catcher insisted.

"Grandmother? Are you ill?" came a new voice approaching the stall from behind me.

Star Catcher immediately launched into an excited narrative in a different language, a language that was neither English nor the old tongue, with the young girl who appeared close to our age. Finally, she turned and said to me, "I apologize if Grandmother has offended you. She is getting old, and her mind is not what it used to be."

Star Catcher was feeling frustrated that her granddaughter would not believe her. So I thought to all three of them, "I was never offended. Quite the opposite actually. I was both honored by her actions and her words, and humbled by her reverence."

"Thank you for saying..." she started then stopped suddenly.

"You did not speak, yet I heard you!" The granddaughter exclaimed.

"There is no need to speak Morning Star. I can see your heart, and know your words without speech." I thought to them.

Star Catcher thought something in their language which I assumed was the equivalent of 'I told you so' and smiled at me.

Morning Star just stood looking at me with her mouth open. Her thoughts were jumbled and confused, questions rapidly entering her mind, and long forgotten memories slowly surfaced. I found myself becoming fascinated with her thought process, as they all had deep emotional ties to them. So we stood staring at each other, saying nothing and not moving.

I still had Star Catcher and Grace tied in, and Star Catcher was sitting on her stool, grinning at her granddaughter as she got to watch her think this through. Grace was silent. Amazed at what she was seeing because it was her first time experiencing someone else's thought process.

"Oh no!" Morning Star suddenly cried. "Not Eve too!" becoming more upset at something she had just realized. I had quit following her emotions because they were in different languages and she had kept switching between them. But when she had cried out, I immediately read her.

"Oh, oh!" I thought.

"Oh No!" Grace thought.



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Chapter 40



The Omugi were an old tribe, and now numbered less than 200 families. They lived on a small reservation an hour or so away.

When Morning Star calmed down enough to speak, she said, "I can't believe it Grandmother! It's true? The stories foretelling the coming are true?"

"Rose! Please! You show much dishonor. I thought I had taught you better than that." Star Catcher said, but not harshly. "Waharahi wishes to know our story. I was just about to tell him, but now I think he should hear it from you."

"But Grandmother!" Morning Star cried. "I never knew ... I didn't think ... I mean I didn't believe the stories were really true!"

"Your grandmother called you Rose. Is that your name also?" I thought to her.

"Yeah." Rose answered like a typical teen. However, the sound of her own voice caused her to realize that my 'voice' had no sound.

"You do not have to speak aloud; I know your inner voice." I told her.

"Oh god! I'm sorry. Please forgive me Great One. I was uh, surprised, that's all."

"Rose, there is nothing to forgive as you have done no wrong. And although I have lived a long time and have been known by many names, please call me Michael." I thought to her.

Grace was taken aback by the statement and started to speak, but I placed my finger to my lips stopping her questions before she could start. I'd explain things to her later, but I did not want to break my concentration on Rose and her grandmother.

"But you're so ... so young!" Rose said aloud.

"Looking with only your eyes can shield the death that awaits." I said in the Old Tongue, quoting an old Pueblo Indian proverb.

Star Catcher's eyes went wide at hearing my thoughts. Morning Star was still trying to remember enough of the Old Tongue to translate my words. It had been many years since her grandmother had taught her sister and her.

"You must feel your enemy to know their presence." I finished the ancient proverb, again in the Old Tongue.

The tumblers finally clicked into place as she heard the rest of the proverb, and she gasped.

"It's true! You are the Waharahi!" she said as she turned away crying.

"Morning Star!" Her grandmother said harshly. "You are Omugi! For all the ways of the new world, you are still a Princess of our People." The translation from her native language was a rough one and I'm sure there was more to it. But that was the jist of her words to Rose.

Rose hesitated and then turned towards Grace and me slowly. Then drawing herself up to stand tall and proud she said, "Grandmother is right. I am a Princess of my People, Waharahi. I am sorry I doubted you."

Then bowing to one knee she said, "I am yours to command."

"Michael?" Grace could contain herself no longer. "Why do they think you are a god? And why must she sacrifice herself for you. And who is Eve she is so worried about?" She whispered fiercely.

"Please be patient with me Grace, and all will be explained shortly." I told her soothingly.

Then to Rose I said simply, "Arise Morning Star."

Quickly I scanned for Catherine. She was not far away, and finding her, I tapped her mental shoulder and thought, "I am so sorry to bother you but something has come up and I need your wise council."

"Where are you?" came her reply. That's one of the things I admired about Catherine, she didn't bog things down with frivolous questions.

"I'm at the Indian jewelry stall just outside the entrance to the arena." I replied.

"Ok. I'll be right there. Are you OK?" She asked.

"I'm fine. Take your time." I said. Then on a hunch I added, "If John's handy, you might want to bring him along."

"Are you in trouble Michael?" Catherine asked.

"Well, that all depends on your definition of trouble." I laughed as I thought back to her.

Grace and Rose looked at me with questioning looks, but they were different questions.

"Honored Leader. I have summoned my grandmother to advise me. I'm sorry if the wait inconveniences you." I said out loud to Star Catcher. I could feel she enjoyed the formal title I used.

"Our people have waited many lifetimes for you to appear. A few minutes more is nothing!" She replied.

Then she invited Grace and I to the area behind the stall where sat an older RV with a roll out awning for shade and several camp stools. We took a seat in the shade to wait on Catherine. Star Catcher excused herself and with Roses' help, begin to remove her jewelry from the stall. I guess her vending was through for the day.

Quickly Star Catcher and Rose put away her wares and were about to offer us something to drink, when Grace spotted Natalie. Of course, Nicky, Randi, Julie, and Jennifer were with her. Along with Grandmother, Liz, John, Sarah, Jeff and Debbie. Candy and Mandy must still be wrangling the calves I assumed.

I stood and greeted everyone and then began the introductions.

"Grandmother, this is Star Catcher and her granddaughter, Morning Star. Ladies, this is my grandmother, Mrs. Catherine Wagner." I said. "And this" I indicated everyone else, "is the rest of my family!"

Star Catcher came forward and hugged a surprised Catherine, chattering away in their language. Then stopped as she realized Catherine hadn't understood a word of it.

"I am sorry. Please forgive this fool of an old woman. I said that I was overjoyed to meet the honored grandmother of the Waharahi."

Catherine arched her eyebrows at me in question. I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned.

"Michael, can you please explain what's going on?" She asked.

"I'll try. But I haven't actually got all of it yet. Star Catcher is the spiritual Leader of the Omugi Clan and they are descendants of the Anasazi, one of the oldest cultures in North America, pre-dating the Indians by some 2000 years. They are a small matrilineal society, with a reservation some two hours east of here. Her daughter, Rising Star, whom I have not met, is the Village or Clan Chief. And Morning Star, and her twin sister, Evening Star are here for Evening Star to participate in the Ladies Riding event."

"How did you know... ?" Rose started to ask, but her grandmother stopped her.

"I told you! He is Waharahi!" Star Catcher said fiercely to Rose

I just smiled as I continued. "It seems there's this very old prophecy..."

Star Catcher's eyes suddenly clouded over, becoming almost milky white. Her voice took on a melodic tone as she retold the old story...





"The story goes back to the time when Ekinenea walked the face of the earth, and cared for his people. One day the sun disappeared for a brief time, and then afterwards, the rains went away. Soon there was famine and hardship and death throughout the land. Everyone knew that Harahi, the god of the sun, was angry but no one knew what to do."

"One day, L'raha, the clan chief's young daughter, was playing beside the cave that served as her family's home, when a starving wolf snatched her away."

"Ekinenea saw what happened and followed the wolves and slew them all, rescuing L'raha. But he was badly injured. Maya, who was L'raha's mother, took Ekinenea in and nursed him back to health, sacrificing most of their meager ration of water to save him. Finally Ekinenea was strong enough to continue on his journey, and Maya, with much grief, prepared to send L'raha with him, for that was the custom for saving a life."

"But Ekinenea was grateful for Maya's sacrifice to make him well again, and told L'raha to stay and wait. That Harahi would send another who would conquer our enemies and save our people. And that she could discharge her debt to him at that time. When Maya agreed, the skies turned dark and the rains returned. And Harahi was pleased with the bargain Ekinenea had struck. So he sent an arch of many colors across the sky to remind Maya and her village of their debt to him. After that, the village grew, and each generation of Omugi since then has accepted the sun god's debt. To this day, Harahi still sends his arch of many colors after a rain, as a reminder of The Omugi's debt to him"





Her eyes became clear again, and she smiled at Catherine.

"Waharahi means 'child of the sun'. She told Catherine.



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Chapter 41

"Waharahi means 'child of the sun'". She told Catherine.

"So, it seems that my coming was foretold centuries ago. And as a result, I am expected to lead them to a brighter tomorrow."

Catherine studied me while the rest of my family just stared at me incredulously.

"Also, in order to fulfill the prophecy, I have to take both of the twins, Rose, and her sister Eve."

Catherine rolled her eyes. "What have you gotten yourself into?" she thought to me.

"WHAT!" Grace cried.

The rest of the girls all responded with various gasps and then started that female thing of all talking at once, while still being able to understand what everyone else was saying. Even with my gift I couldn't possibly hope to keep up. So I stepped back as they got going with a full head of steam.

Despite the culture difference, females are females, and Rose and her grandmother both seemed to be following all of it pretty well, and soon they were in the middle of it. John and Jeff, like me, just looked on. John had an amused expression on his face.

Jeff looked at me and said grinning. "What in the world are you going to do with two more?"

"I hope this doesn't mean you expect us to start bowing when you enter the room!" John added, laughing.

The women were still going strong, when Rising Star and her daughter returned to the RV. Rose broke through the group, running to her mother telling her "He's come!"

The group of women parted as Dawn headed straight for me. Rose and Eve followed.

"Rose, would you please introduce me to your mother and sister?" I asked politely.

"Waharahi. This is my mother, Dawn. And my twin sister, Eve. Waharahi also goes by the name Michael, which he prefers."

At the mention of 'Waharahi', Dawn's eyebrows arched in question as she asked "Rose, what makes you think he's really the Waharahi?" her eyes never leaving me.

"Your position as leader, Dawn, requires you not to accept such a prerogative without investigation." I thought to Dawn but allowed everyone else to hear. "But wisdom dictates you should tread softly while you do."

"What... ? How... ? Is this some trick?" Dawn asked aloud.

"I have no need for deception. Rising Star. And I did not come seeking advantage or gain. In her wisdom, your honored mother recognized my presence, seeking always that which would restore peace and prosperity to your people. She did not tell me what led her to her discovery, so I shall ask you. What proof will you have of me?"

"I, uh, I'm not sure..." Dawn answered.

"You do not have to speak your words, Rising Star, for I can see your heart. And I know of your doubt. But you must decide my rectitude for yourself."

"Where on earth did my mother find this kid" Rose thought.

"Be very careful daughter, what you say." Star Catcher warned. Then she continued.

"I was sitting on my stool, watching the people go by, when I felt the breeze through the tall grass and heard the wind through the trees, and felt the warmth of the sun on the eagles back as it soared, all in a breath of a heartbeat as he walked by."

She stopped and remembered the moment again smiling. This was a story that would be told over and over for generations, and she wanted to remember it correctly.

"He turned to look at me, saying nothing as he approached. But I could feel his eyes inside my heart as he examined me, and that's when I knew. The Waharahi had finally arrived to fulfill the ancient prophecy."

Star Catcher looked at me and winked. She was probably the only one here who recognized the historical significance of this moment, and what it would mean for her Clan.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as wise or perceptive. I let the whole group in on her thoughts.

"There she goes on her prophecy kick again." Dawn thought. "Sometimes I wish it were really true and he had come when my mom was still chief. Still, this kid's not bad looking for a white boy. But I'll be damned if he thinks he's going to get his slimy mitts on my daughters!"

"MOM!" Screamed Rose.

"MOTHER!" Screamed Eve.

"DAWN!" Exclaimed Star Catcher. "We can hear you! ... hear what you are thinking!"

Now my daddy always said that the three hardest things to do in life are to climb a fence leaning towards you, kiss a girl leaning away from you, and push a rope uphill.

This was getting mighty close to rope-pushing!

I had already surmised that their clan needed help. And I had also figured out a way to help them. But I hadn't planned on spending all day doing it. I wanted to get back to Grace and our 'date'.

But Dawn's attitude was pissing me off, and I was 'this close' to losing my temper. So taking a deep breath, and then another one because the first didn't help much, I severed the connection with everyone else and focused my gaze on Dawn. Then locking her in my sights, I fired an erotic volley of unbridled lust and sexual tension into her mind.

Stunned at first, she just stared as my desires flooded her. But then she smiled at me.

Baffled, I stopped and scanned her.

I was amazed. Dawn, it turns out, was an emotional desert, barren and wind swept. She been so long without, that she was actually enthralled by the rapturous feelings that I flooded her with. I realized I was going about it wrong. Kinda like trying to extinguish a fire by dousing it with gasoline. So I engulfed her in a combination of fear, sorrow, and shame.

Dawn waivered for a moment, then just crumpled to the ground, her chest wracked with sobs.

"Please! I'm sorry! Please! I'm ... sor-r-ry." She gasped, as Rose and Eve raced to her.

"STOP! I mentally yelled at them, as they approached the huddled figure crying on the ground.

They froze, clearly in agony over what they were seeing happen to their mother, but clearly raised to obey authority. And maybe more than a little fear that I might do the same to them, or worse.

I scanned Dawn again, studying what I had done and the effect it was having, when I felt Catherine say my name.

"Michael."

She said it very gently, reminding me that Dawn appeared to be in great pain. I hadn't told them it was agony and shame.

So I began feeding Dawn reassurances, and then the grasses and trees, and finally the flight of the eagle as it soared over our heads.

Dawn calmed gradually until she recognized the flight of the eagle, wherein she suddenly became astounded and lifted her face to look into the sky. The contradiction of seeing herself both from where she lay and from the eagle's high altitude vantage point stirred something inside her, and shaking her head briskly, she locked her eyes on mine and pulled herself up until she was standing directly in front of me.

"She's got courage, I'll hand her that!" I thought. "Hard-headed as a ball-peen hammer, but man is she strong-willed!"

Dawn looked to be thirty-something, and dressed in a long sleeve western style shirt and well-worn jeans tucked in to her western style boots, it was hard to tell much about her figure. Her skin was the color of a mocha cappuccino and her coal-black hair hung in a braid almost to her waist. You just knew by looking at her that she wasn't afraid of hard work, yet beneath the layers of clan leader, and bread winner, and mother, was a woman. With a woman's complex set of emotional needs, that had gone unmet for far too long. Somewhere in the very back of my mind, an alarm was going off. The last thing I needed was another woman with emotional voids to fill.

"I ask you again, Rising Star. What proof will you have of me?"

She looked at me, then lowering her eyes she slowly dropped to a knee. Eve quickly joined her.

"Forgive me Waharahi." Dawn said.

"Please stand up Dawn. And you also, Eve." I said. "I don't require that formality, especially from my friends."

"Well, you're not gonna get it from your family, that's for sure!" Julie intoned. Everyone laughed and the tension seem to be broken.

"She's got her Dad's sense of humor." I noted.

Catherine stepped to my side and said, out loud, "Michael, I have invited the Star family to join us at the Dining Hall for a late lunch. Would you walk with me?"

Most of my family headed back to the Dining Hall. Jeff and Debbie said they were going to check on the twins and headed back to the arena.

"Do they realize this is a clothing optional resort?" I asked Catherine as she walked with Grace and me. We were following the group back.

"Evidently, they've been naturists for several generations!" Catherine said with a laugh.

"I'll say this though. I can tell my life is never going to be boring again. Not with you around!" she added.

"I'll say! That's the most interesting date I've ever been on!" Grace said with a giggle. "Michael left with one girl and is coming back with three."

We laughed and I put my arm around Grace's waist, hugging her closer as we walked.

"You're right Catherine." Grace said happily, "life with Michael will always be interesting!"

It wasn't what Grace said, but more the emotions behind it, that caught my attention. So I scanned her and was surprised again.

In observing the emotions of another girl today, Grace realized she was not as different as she had imagined. And since she could also sense my emotions for Rose at the same time, and comparing them to my feelings for her, she realized that she did indeed occupy a very special place in my heart.

But it was that moment, as she walked with Catherine and I back to the ranch that she decided.

Grace had observed Catherine's interaction with me and decided that no matter who else came and went in my life, I needed her to be there, like Catherine was now. Someone to trust, rely on, and to help me. And so she made the decision to be that person.

The decision made, Grace begin to look at everything from a different perspective. Gone was the unsure girl, replaced by a budding woman/child, full of new purpose and excited about new discoveries.

Catherine was aware also. She had followed my scan and discovery. Now she stopped and reached across me to grasp Grace's other hand, saying "Grace darling, I think that's wonderful!" and then hugged us both.

It was an emotional few moments as we all thrilled in Grace's discovery and decision, the effects almost instantaneous to see, as the new Grace bloomed right in front of us.

Finally, as we started for the Lodge again, Grace said, "Michael, I know you wouldn't be doing this just to get two more girls. You can't keep up with the one's you have now! And I know how you love helping people, so I get the feeling you already know what you're going to do. Am I right?"

"You are!" I said. "And did I tell you that I love you today?" Grace shook her head and giggled.

So I stopped and kissed her, a deep soul searing kiss letting out every ounce of my feelings for her. Catherine, whom I had momentarily forgotten about, finally said "Oh my!"

That reminded me we were on a public path, so I broke the kiss, but not before sharing with Grace what I had been about to do with her.

She blushed, as her eyes looked softly into mine.

"OK." She whispered.

We started towards the Lodge once more, and as we walked, I shared my plans for Rose and Eve, and the Omugi reservation.

"We're going to need John's help on this!" were Grace's first words.



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Chapter 42


We ditched our clothes at the Lodge and walked down to the Dining Hall. Most of the other guests had been through the serving line, so we had the place to ourselves as we pushed several tables together.

I sat between Rose and Eve with Catherine and Grace sandwiched between Dawn and Mary, which was Star Catcher's English name, directly across from us. We spent the meal, getting to know each other.

After a while, my family drifted away, leaving the seven of us, Mary, Dawn, Rose, Eve, Catherine, Grace, and me, to discuss the details of the prophecy.

"I still find this all hard to believe." Said Dawn. "I've never experienced anything as powerful as what you did to me back there. But, sitting here with you, you just seem so normal. I mean you're sitting here talking with us like a typical teenager."

"I am a typical teenager, Rising Star." I thought to them. "I'm also older than Mary."

Dawn gasped and Eve looked shocked. Rose just grinned and Mary said something in their native language. Probably 'I told you so' again.

There was silence as Dawn looked at me. Finally she spoke.

"What would you have of us Waharahi?"

As we walked back from the arena earlier Catherine had asked me how I was going to handle this.

"Right now, I'm not really sure." I had told her.

The trouble was, I still wasn't sure. But I had to do something. Like Now!

I knew I could help them. That was obvious from the start. But like any assistance, it can only go so far. Its long term success would depend on the attitude in which it was received, and ultimately embraced. I had a feeling that everything hinged on how I answered this question.

I could tell that the Omugi are a deeply spiritual people. And this prophecy is very important to their spirituality. It is based on an event that had been passed on verbally from generation to generation, for centuries. Gradually becoming the focal point for many of their customs, traditions, and even ceremonies. It was not something to be treated lightly. So I decided to see if I could make it a spiritual transition, hopefully gaining their support for the changes I had in mind. And in this, Rose and Eve will play vital roles.

"There are several things you must be clear about in your own minds, Rising Star. For you must explain them to your people. There are also some things you must clarify for me."

"You have said I am this Waharahi. Can you explain to my Grandmother and Grace and me, why you believe that?"

It was Mary that answered.

"The spirits of the land, and the air and the sun walk with you. I could tell the first time you went by my stall. And you have shown us things which we've never seen before. You showed us the flight of the great shiriea, the eagle as it flew overhead, and you talk to nahura, mother earth. You can even speak to our souls, with feelings of shame or of peace. And to our minds with words of understanding. You are the Waharahi. Do you deny this?"

"Did I do all that?" I wondered to myself.

Suddenly, I heard Catherine's thoughts in my head.

'Yes you did, Michael. I can see now, that your gift is much more powerful than your grandfather's. You must now choose how you use it, and in this I have no council. But you are in a position to help their whole village, and the village must accept you for your plan to work. Remember your mission. I think this is part of that, and I believe they are worthy. Follow your heart, Michael. And know that I love you with all mine."

I love you too, Michael. With all MY heart!" Grace added her thoughts as well.

"I deny nothing Star Catcher. And if we are to save your small nation, there is much to do."

"Grandmother," I said addressing Catherine. "Did you hear Mary speak of the prophecy?"

"Yes Michael." Answered Catherine.

"And was it your understanding that their legacy is to provide the Waharahi, when he came, with the chief's eldest daughter?"

"Yes Michael, it is." Said Catherine.

"And were you given to understand that their legacy dictates that since the chief has twin elder daughters, that if the Waharahi came, he would receive both."

"That's what I was led to believe." Said Catherine.

Adopting a formal tone I asked, "Then Rising Star, would you explain to us what is expected of the Waharahi, and what I am expected to do with your daughters?"

"In the time of the prophecy, it was assumed that the Waharahi would be busy conquering our enemies, restoring the peace, and bringing prosperity and happiness to our village. The role of the chief's daughter was to pave the Waharahi's way into our society, and, ah, attend to his needs."

"As Chief of the Omugi, I ask you then, who are your enemies that I must defeat?"

"We haven't been to war in over 80 years, Waharahi." Dawn replied.

"So, the Omugi have no enemies, and there is peace and plenty throughout your village?"

Dawn thought for a minute. Finally she said, "Our enemies are poverty and illiteracy, Great One. These are what's causing the sorrow and despair throughout our village and our people."

"Then those are the enemies I must defeat. Speak to me of the illiteracy and poverty."

"Our village is on what the government calls a reservation. As such, it gives us the right to govern ourselves. But it precludes us from Federal dollars for education and other public services. We are a small clan, without many economic or natural resources."

"We are mainly an agricultural community and most of what we grow, goes to sustaining our village. We manufacture a few items, trinkets and jewelry for the tourist trade, but it doesn't bring in enough. So what we offer in public services such as education is sadly lacking in comparison to what other American children receive."

"We try to make up for this deficit by teaching family values and the importance of community and service to others. That is why the example of the Chief's daughter is so important. If you do not let them serve you, then all that we have ever taught is for nothing."

"Oh they will. And I hope they serve me well." I replied looking at Rose and Eve.

They both blushed.

Then turning to face Eve, I asked "Did you win?"

"What?" She asked, surprised at the question.

"I asked if you won today. The Ladies Barrel Racing event."

"Oh. Of course. I've never lost since I joined the Junior Circuit." Eve said with pride.

"Congratulations! I love a winner." I said. "Would you tell me what you had planned on doing with your life before I showed up today?"

She hesitated, looking at her mom and sister. I read her and knew, but she needed to voice it, so I waited.

"I know what I DON'T want. I don't want to end up married to one of the village boys and spend the rest of my life raising babies and farming!" Eve replied fiercely. "I used to dream of going to college. But I know we can't afford it. I don't even know what I'd study. I just want to learn."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Hah! Are you kidding?"

"Then who is Tony Little Tree?"

Eve immediately dropped her eyes, her voice almost a whisper. "He's ... ah ... he goes to school with me."

"Eve. Listen to me carefully. There ... Are ... NO ... Secrets ... From ... Me!"

Then I shared her memory of Tony Little Tree with the others. It was nothing more than some heavy petting, but Eve was embarrassed. Her grandmother started to scold her, but stopped as I shook my head.

"Eve, are you a virgin?"

She hesitated. So I reminded her I already knew the answer by sending her one of her own memories.

"No. Waharahi." She said, sighing deeply.

Dawn and Mary both erupted, but I stopped them with a look.

"Good! Then you will stay with Grace and me tonight." I told her. Then turned my back to her as I faced Rose now. But I allowed Grace, who also had a surprised look on her face, to see Eve's emotions as she digested my words.

"Rose, what were your plans before I arrived."

"I have been saving to attend a nearby community college for a semester after I finish the village school. I was hoping I could earn a scholarship to attend more. I want to study law."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not yet, Waharahi. But I wouldn't mind having one."

"Are you still a virgin?"

She also lowered her head embarrassed, "Yes. Waharahi." She said, sighing deeply.

"Good! Then you will stay with Grace, Eve, and I tonight." I told her.

I rose and thought to all of them, "Now hear the Waharahi's words." I paused

"Four weeks from today, I will return to your village and present my plan for fulfilling the first part of the prophecy, and defeating the twin evils of poverty and illiteracy. At that time, Rose and Eve will leave the village and come with me to attend my needs, and thereby fulfilling the second part of the prophecy. Or I will leave without them and both parts of the prophecy, as well as your debt to Harahi will remain unfulfilled. The choice will be up to you." I told them.

"But what if one of us chooses not to?" Eve asked.

"You both must agree to go or else the prophecy is unfulfilled."

Turning to Grace I thought to everyone, "Take them to your room and help them prepare for me. You will prepare as well. I will be at the Pavilion, and you will serve my dinner there. You may let them assist you."

Then turning to Catherine, I said out loud. "Grandmother, I have invited these two beautiful young ladies to spend the night with me. Would you mind finding accommodations for our honored guests that they might all return to their village together tomorrow?"

"Of course Michael." She replied with deference. She actually bowed her head to me!

"Thanks! I'm kinda winging this, but they are a deeply spiritual people and desire a certain formality to help them deal with all this. The girls will be safe tonight, mainly because I don't know if they are healthy or protected." I thought only to Catherine.

"And Grace?" Catherine asked. I could feel her worry.

"My plan is that Little Gracie will have the night of her life! But she too is safe. Again protection the issue." I replied to her.

"Ok Michael. I'll try to entertain the anxious mother and grandmother in the meantime." Catherine replied with some relief. I could tell she had been worried about Grace.

"Thanks. Only don't tell them my plans. I want them to worry a little. It will be better when they find out in the morning. You might want to prepare Dawn for a new level of openness when it comes to her daughters' sexuality. Otherwise there may be fireworks in their RV on the way home."

I left the Dining Hall and headed to the beach next door. Dropping my shoes in the sand, I swam to the small raft moored out in the lake, and lay there on my back, reviewing what had just happened, and the responsibility I had just assumed.

I knew how to help their reservation. Casinos would soon become huge revenue generators for deprived Native American Reservations across the country. The Omugi just needed a little assistance getting started. But there was much to be done first. What to do with Rose and Eve topped the list. I found myself wondering where the prophecy had actually come from.

Finally, I sensed the three girls had finished bathing and were getting ready. I swam back to the beach, rinsing off in the outdoor showers, and made my way to the Pavilion next door. It was deserted, as I had planned, so I took a seat at a small table and waited.

Soon they arrived with two trays loaded with food. I was glad to see that they had brought enough for all of us. I rose, and bid them to sit with me, pulling out a chair for Grace, and holding it for her. As she was seated, I noticed Rose and Eve had remained standing, waiting for me.

"Good, they have both manners and class!" I thought as I held their chairs for them.

Things were slow to get started, but I pulled them into the conversation by asking them questions about what it was like to grow up on the reservation, and about being daughters of the chief, and finally about being twins. When Grace pointed out that she and I both had twin siblings, they were amazed and the conversation really took off. I mostly listened after that as they never seemed to run out of things to talk about.

We had finished, and it had turned dark, when the conversation finally rolled around to me. Grace told them about our first meeting and the damn catheter which got a big laugh. And she had me replay memories of waking up, the ordeal with the doctor and meeting Natalie for the first time. They were fascinated with my ability to do that at first, but soon accepted it as second nature.

It was Eve who finally asked me "What are your plans for us?"

Before I could answer, Grace replied, "I wouldn't worry. Michael always takes great care of his partners!"

I smiled. Grace was changing before my eyes!

"But are you going to ... you know ... make love to us?" she persisted, beginning to blush at the boldness of her question.

"Do you want me to make love to you Eve?" I asked softly.

She blushed more, but looked at me and said, "I think so."

"And you Rose? Do you want to make love to me?" I asked again softly.

She kept her face down, but looked up with her eyes and just nodded.

"Well, Grace will tell you that I don't normally rush into anything important, especially anything that has to do with love. And in order to make love, you first have to feel at least some love. And that usually takes time."

Then to Grace I asked, "Can you explain to them the difference between making love and just having some fun?"

The new Grace stayed poised at my question, considering her words, then said, "Having fun while you explore your sexual nature is not the same as making love. We were created with desires, to know and experience sexual feeling and emotions, and if they are done right, in a safe environment, with a caring partner, they can be loads of fun. But our, er, cultures tell us not to. That sex is wrong."

"So our bodies are telling us one thing. And our parents, the opposite. So which one is right?" Grace asked rhetorically. She was on a roll.

"I think they both are. For just like in nature, everything is a balance, with the best usually found somewhere about midway between the extremes. It's just that what our society tells us is tempered out of fear, that we might get hurt or do something for which we are not mature enough to handle the consequences of. And as society's rules evolved, they have become ridged and unbending. The reasons were left behind, so that now there is only rules with no education or enlightenment. Think of what would happen to all the trees up there on the mountain, if they did not bend a little when the winds blow strong."

"Still, the desire is there for us as humans to explore our own sexuality and experience it, as Michael told Julie, in small steps over time, or in one big leap in the back of some guy's car." She said and shivered in horror.

"So we have three options: living with frustration, or going against what we've been told, and then living with guilt, or rushing to marry the first person who will marry us just to relieve our frustration!"

"Very good!" I praised her.

Eve and Rose were confused. This is not what they had been taught. I let Grace feel their emotions.

She beamed one of her mega-watt smiles at me and then said, "Until Thursday night, I felt the same way. Sex was this big mystery to me, you know? And I was scared because I lacked knowledge. But Michael believes knowledge is power. So he doesn't rant against society's dumb rules. Instead he seeks ways to gain information, and put it to work helping people."

I will tell you that I am still a virgin, although not for much longer I hope." She said wistfully looking at me with a shy grin. "And if you had told me last week I would be sitting here, naked, with a naked boy and talking about sex with two more naked girls, I'd have called the loony squad on you."

I chuckled in amazement. I hadn't thought of it, but she was right. We had all changed. A lot!

"And I was afraid to talk about sex because I didn't know much about it. I was afraid to kiss a boy because I thought bad things would happen. I was afraid. Get it? I lived my whole high school years in fear of boys, and relationships."

Both girls nodded. This was not unusual in their experience either.

"And since you can't change how you are created, with desires and all. And since I hate feeling frustrated all the time, and I sure didn't want to rush into marriage just to solve the mystery; the only thing left is to change how I think about sex! And this is what Michael is trying to do for you. He wants to help you explore your own sexuality, by first changing how you think."

Grace was still smiling as she looked to me for confirmation.

"Very good Sweetheart!" I thought, smiling at Grace.

We watched the two Indian Princesses process this new information. Rose simply examined each aspect, deciding Grace was right, and drawing a breath, accepted it.

Eve's mind was churning. She was dealing with a load of guilt, and she was struggling.

"Why don't we go back to the Lodge?" I suggested.

We took the trays back to the Dining Hall, and walked up the hill to the Lodge.

"Michael, Catherine said to tell you to use Nicky and Randi's room. But I'm not sure why." Grace said softly as we reached the big porch.

"It has a bigger bed." I replied.

Grace mentally slapped her hand to her forehead and thought, "I should have thought of that!"

"Patience Little One. All in good time. Did I tell you I love you today?" I thought to her.

"If I say no, will you kiss me like you did earlier?" She giggled as she thought back to me.

Then out loud I said, "If you will excuse me a minute, I need to speak to Grandmother. Why don't you ladies take a moment to freshen up and I'll meet you in Nicky's room in a few minutes."

I didn't really need to speak with Catherine, but I sensed Eve needed Grace's ear.

I found Catherine with all the other mothers, Liz, Mary, Dawn, Sarah, and Debbie. They were discussing the same thing we were, just from a slightly different perspective. They paused when I approached, Dawn looked at me anxiously.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I want to share something with Grandmother, and if you'd like, I'll be glad to include all of you."

"Of course, Michael, go ahead." Catherine said for everyone.

I shared the last half hour or so, but really slowing it down when we got to what Grace had explained to the girls. Then I shared Eve's guilt, mostly for Dawn's sake. But Mary was saddened by this also.

"Thanks for letting me interrupt. I'll see you all in the morning." I told them as I headed to Nicky's room.

I hated leaving Catherine to handle Dawn and Sarah both, but she had help.

Eve and Rose were my priority now.



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Chapter 43


Eve was sitting in the center of the bed, surrounded by Grace and Rose. Her eyes were red, so I asked "Are you alright Eve?"

"Yeah."

I hated one word answers. Even though I could sense most of her jumbled emotions and the memories associated with them, I knew she needed to work through them on her own.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"No."

"No ... what!" I raised my voice and changed my tone.

"No Waharahi."

"Would you prefer I send you back to your mother? She's just down the hall." I asked sternly.

"Oh no! Please no, sir. I'll do what you say." Eve cried.

When Rose bowed her head to whisper in Eve's ear, I winked at Grace's alarmed look. I could see her relax.

I then replayed Eve's jumbled emotions and guilt for Rose and Grace. They both consoled her as she cried. Finally she looked up at me and said, "Why did you do that?"

"Eve, your life changed today. Your new mission is to save your people by fulfilling your part of the prophecy. Right?"

"I ... guess."

"Today, my life changed too. My new mission is not so much about helping your people as it is to help you and your sister become all that you can be. Do you want to know why?" I asked Eve.

"Yes. Please." Eve said.

"How long have you known of the prophecy?" I asked.

"Since we were little." Eve said.

"Have you ever wondered why it has two parts?" I asked them.

"No. I don't think I've ever heard anyone even talk about that." Eve replied.

"Rose?" I asked.

"No, me either." Rose said.

"Well I did. I wondered because most prophecies say if 'X' happens, then 'Y' will be the result. But your prophecy said if 'X' happens, you will do 'Y', and then 'Z' will happen.

"Oh my god! You're right!" exclaimed Grace.

"Eve, I could start saving your village in the next thirty minutes, with a few phone calls to the right people. And I could do it without you!"

"How could you... ?"

"Honored Grandmother. I am so sorry to disturb you this late, but I need some answers." I thought to Catherine, making sure the three girls could hear our connection.

"It's alright my Grandson. How may I serve you?" She thought back, really laying it on a bit thick. I guess I deserved it.



"How many manufacturing facilities do I own or control?"

"I'm afraid I don't know off the top of my head. I could find out first thing in the morning.'

"Just give me a ballpark number."

"Ok. Somewhere between 2000 and 2500. But that could be low."

"How difficult would it be to relocate one or two of those to southern Colorado, if I could provide a ready labor force?"

"Labor is our biggest challenge and expense. I'd have to run some numbers, but if you could come up with 500 skilled workers, I could have the plants there and running in 18 to 24 months, depending on construction and local ordinances."

"Thank you Honored Grandmother. Good night."



Grace just looked at me in awe and pride.

Looking at Eve and Rose, I said, "Does that answer your question?"

"Then why don't you do that?" Eve asked.

"I could. But because of the prophecy, I'm afraid it wouldn't last or something else worse would happen to them. Because the prophecy has two parts. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah."

"So saving your people will only happen if I first save you. And in order to do that, you have to willingly give yourselves to serving my needs."

The proverbial light bulb went on over Grace's head as she suddenly understood.

"So this whole thing is about Rose and Eve being willing to serve, in order to save their people?" She asked me.

I didn't have to answer, so I just looked at them. They were both deep in thought, and fighting against all the years of being brought up as privileged because of their birthright. And now they were faced for the first time with the overwhelming responsibility that accompanies leadership by birthright.

"Ladies, I didn't do it. I didn't tie you to that prophecy. It was done long before me. For some unknown reason, your fate, and the fate of your people is tied not only to my coming, but to your fulfilling your part of the prophecy."

"It appears that you two have some considering to do. Grace and I are going to say goodnight. If you need anything, just ask anyone. And please. Don't touch that red button. I assure you, you will not enjoy the results. Goodnight."

"You're not going to screw us?" Asked Eve, confused even more.

"I will have sex with you Eve, WHEN you are ready to commit to your part of the prophecy." I replied.

"But it just says we are to be given to you, nothing about commitment." Eve persisted.

"And it foretold I would come and walk with your people. But does it make sense that you would expect the Waharahi to do his best, but not expect the Chief's daughters to do their best. That your people would think so little of the Waharahi's efforts, they would honor him with the least of their people, giving the least they can get by with?"

I could see that Eve and Rose were deep in thought. And they had a lot to think about. All the new ideas concerning their own sexuality would take some time, but they would come. But the new perspective on the prophecy was both fascinating and scary. They had grown up with the possibility, but after so many generations, the reality had grown remote. So my appearance today had rocked their world, hard!

And the new perspective, that the prophecy now hinged on their response, and that it called for a change in their attitudes was indeed scary. All of us resist change. And the bigger the change, the more we tend to resist.

Awareness is the first step to change. I had made them aware. Now it was time to let them do their part. They needed to absorb it and begin to process it internally, and then they will make their decision. To accept it and change, or reject it in favor of the status quo. I had done all I could, and I was not about to cloud the issue with sex. They still had that to work out as well. Besides, I wanted to spend time with Grace!

Grace and I bid them good night.

As I closed the door to the bedroom, Grace grabbed me and kissed me like I was leaving for the western front.

"Puh-lee-ze. Get a room you guys!" Jennifer said as she passed us in the hall.

"Sounds good to me!" Grace whispered in my ear.

"Oh, oh! Nicky and Randi are in my room. I'm afraid we're homeless for tonight. Or at the very least, bed-less!" I told her.

"You're not getting away that easy! Come with me." She said leading me to the room she shared with her sister.

"Natalie won't mind if I bring home a stray homeless Waharahi." She giggled.

Why don't we grab a shower first?" I suggested.

That sounds wonderful!" she sighed.

"Get your stuff and I'll meet you there in two minutes." I said.

She went to her room and I headed to mine. I scanned and Nicky and Randi were both awake, so I knocked and went to grab my toiletries. "Don't mind me. I'm just getting my stuff to take a shower." I told them.

"Alone?" Randi asked.

"Nope! I'm gonna shampoo Grace's beautiful red locks!" I said grinning as I slipped out the door.

As Grace slipped under the spray of the shower with me moments later, she closed her eyes. I took her shampoo and begin to lather her hair.

"Oo-o-o. That's nice!" she purred as I worked my fingers through her scalp. I took my time, and shampooed her hair twice, then added conditioner, working my fingers across her scalp again.

"This is so sexy Michael. I feel like I'm gonna melt." She moaned.

I felt their presence, but never took my eyes off Grace. Nicky and Randi were standing at the opening to the communal showers, entranced by what they were seeing. But they remained quiet, so I said nothing, and continued with my pleasant task.

Leaving the conditioner in her hair, I set about washing her back with my soapy hands. I could have used a washcloth I suppose. But this way was so much more fun. I gently massaged her shoulders and upper arms. Then moving lower, I found and gently rubbed a knot in the lower muscles of her back, until it was gone.

I knelt with the spray on my back as I moved to her tight little derrière. As I squeezed and massaged the muscles in her cheeks, she begin to moan more. Then I moved to her legs. Up and down I ran my soapy hands over her calves and thighs, careful to do no more than briefly brush the junction between her legs. Every time I moved my hand upward, she would hold her breath, waiting to see if I would brush her expectant pussy. A small moan of frustration escaped her lips when I lightly skipped over it, my warm hands sliding back down her sensuous thighs.

Again, I felt two new presences. Rose and Eve had come in, and looking to see what Nicky and Randi were watching so intently, became enthralled by the tableau. Randi raised her finger to her lips to keep them from speaking, and moved slightly, to allow them a better view.

Because she still had the conditioner in her hair, Grace never opened her eyes, but I could feel her desire rising as I stood, and grinning at the four voyeurs, soaped up my hands again. Then reaching around her from the back, begin to wash her breasts with gentle caresses.

"Ah-h-h. So good Michael." She purred as I wrapped my soapy hands around them and squeezed. I focused on washing them over and over as I read her. Sliding under them and lifting, only to have them fall back as they slipped through my soapy fingers. I made sure to touch them everywhere she wanted except her nipples. And she begin twisting her slender body, to get my hands on her hardened nipples. Finally, I took pity on her and tweaked one. She squeaked a little 'Oo-o' as I did, and immediately twisted so the other was at my fingertips. I tweaked that one also, and then again, alternating nipples as I began to pull them away from her body, only to have them slip through my sudsy fingertips and snap back.

Her moans were as regular as her breathing, and becoming just as ragged as well, when I suddenly pivoted her around and under the shower spray, returning my hands to her scalp to massage the conditioner from her shining red hair.

"Oh Michael! You are so-o-o good at this!" she cried softly.

Running my hands over every inch of her upper body, I helped the shower spray rinse the soap from her body, then looking at our private audience, I grinned real big and bent down to kiss her nipple. Her eyes were still closed as I continued to plant little kisses all up and down the top, and sides of her breasts, then lifting them one at a time, I licked the undersides up to her nipple, before switching to the other one. Finally, I sucked her stiff little nipple into my mouth, trying for as much of her breast as I could, then begin suckling them like a small child.

Her moans were nonstop, and she was begging me in her mind for the climax that was so close.

Nicky and Randi were squeezing their own nipples and rubbing their outer lips as they stared enthralled. Eve and Rose were wrestling with new feelings as they witnessed the scene before them. Torn over whether to touch themselves in front of strangers or not.

Finally Rose gave in and begin to rub her own swollen pussy. Eve just licked her lips as she squeezed her crossed arms like she was hugging herself. Then, seeing Rose doing it, she dropped one hand to her own swollen pussy and begin to rub it hard.

I dropped my hand, covering Grace's palace of pleasure, and reading her intently, begin to move my hand as she dictated. Then curling my middle finger slightly, I parted the red velvet down covering her Taj Mahal and slowly traversed the length of her swollen canal. Down and then back up, gently brushing her crown jewel, peeking from its hooded cave. Over and over, slowly, until I felt her pressing forward with her hips, seeking more pressure. Then applying that pressure, with two fingers on the small valleys on either side of her hooded delight, until, with a rippling shudder, she came.

Nicky moaned. She couldn't help it. And then so did Rose. Eve squeaked, and Randi just shuddered.

"Five climaxes at once. Not bad!" I thought.

Grace shrieked as she opened her eyes at the sound of Nicky's moan.

Rose panicked, running from the bathroom. Eve looked helplessly at Rose's backside going out the door, then at the other girls, and then ran after her sister.

Nicky and Randi ran to Grace, apologizing and hugging her and telling her how beautiful she was. I kept her wrapped in my arms from behind her, my now hard cock pressed against the valley between her ass cheeks. The water on my shoulders had turned cool, so I moved us both a step to the side and turned it off. Then wrapping my arm back around her, teasing her breastss and nipples lightly and easing my throbbing member up and down the cleft in her ass.

"We'll see to them, Michael." Said Nicky softly, as they both turned and fled the showers.

"Oh Michael!" Grace sighed. "That was wonderful! And your thing, ah, dick feels huge. When they told me I couldn't start the birth control until my next period, I didn't think it was a big deal. But for the first time in my life, I WANT my period to come. I want to be able to feel that monster back there inside of me!"

"Patience Little One." I told her with regret. "All good things come to those who wait." Thank god she didn't ask me if I believed that.

I had begun to dry her, and then myself. She just sighed as she ran her comb through her hair.

"Here, let me." I said taking the comb from her hand. I began to comb it out, then reaching for the portable hair dryer, I gently brushed and dried her hair.

She sat on the stool in the bathroom watching me in the mirror as I did. Finally she said, "I think that's good." Then she stood and wrapped me in her arms and kissed me.

This kiss was special. I felt her love and her passion, more intense than any I had ever felt before. In this kiss, she opened her soul to me and I saw a young woman, even more beautiful on the inside than the outside. I melted under her fire, engulfed in the flames of her desire.

"Grace? Please! We have to stop, or I won't be able to!" I begged.

"Oh ... ok." she said pouting. "You are wonderful. I have never felt like that before! I was so far gone, I didn't even know they were here!"

I just smiled at her.

"Michael, I'm sorry. I know this is hard on you." Then she laughed as she realized her unintended pun. I grimaced, and then laughed with her.

"Please. Michael. I don't want this to end. Will you come back to my room and just lay and hold me?" she plead.

"I'm sorry Grace. I want you so bad, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself." I said. I knew from reading her that she didn't have a clue about how that now might be a good time for a blow job. And I wasn't gonna be the one to ask her. This had been about her. I could take care of Little Mike later. No matter how much he hated waiting, or turning down the chance of sleeping with a beautiful girl.

"But I feel like I just want to hold you and cuddle forever!"

"Come on. Let's go sit in front of the fire, and I'll hold you for a while. At least out there, I'll be less likely to do something stupid." I said.

We entered the great room to find Nicky and Randi talking with Rose and Eve. While at the other end of the room, Catherine, Liz, Mary, and Dawn were involved in a loud and emotional conversation.

I quickly scanned everyone, then said "Oh, oh!"

Grace looked at me so I shared a quick summary of what was happening.

"Oh, oh! Is right!" she replied.

"Oh well. So much for a romantic evening of cuddling. Come on. Let's get this fixed!" she said dragging me towards the far end of the room and the upset woman there.



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Chapter 44


When Dawn saw me approach, she turned her anger towards me, and let loose. Catherine and Liz had told her about the families' open attitude concerning the girls' exploration of their sexuality. They had told her about the icebreakers, and even the group hand job.

But instead of awareness and enlightenment, Dawn had recoiled in anger, fighting tooth and nail against any change. I suspected that the whole day's events had overwhelmed her. I scanned her to see if there were any residual damages from this morning.

She was angry alright. But her anger was rooted in her emotionally barren sex life. I believe that Dawn was envious. I sat and mused on this as I sifted through the huge emotional garbage dump in her mind.

"Dawn needs to take out the trash." I thought to myself with a grin.

Dawn saw my grin, but not the reason, so now she turned up the flame of her righteous indignation on me and really let loose.

I attempted to respond once, but she cut me off and continued her ranting. By now, her daughters and Randi and Nicky had joined us. As long as she ranted at me, I was content to let her go on until she ran out of steam.

"Maybe this would help her to get rid of the garbage." I thought.

But when she turned her wrath on Catherine, well that was enough. It was time to put a stop to this!

I stepped between them and said "Dawn. STOP!"

"Don't you speak to me! I'm taking my daughters and getting out of this place!" Dawn yelled at me.

I remembered the Old One showing me a way to emotionally stimulate the nerves surrounding the primary motor cortex where it connects with the basal ganglia, until the subject could no longer move their voluntary muscles. I had looked at it, but not tried it yet.

I tried it now on Dawn, and she quit speaking in mid rant. Control of the tongue and the thumb take up the most space in the primary motor cortex and are usually the first signs that you've squeezed it enough.

I caught her and eased her down to the couch, instructing Nicky and Randi to sit on either side of her and hold her upright. I did a deep scan, partly to see the effects of what I'd done, but more to confirm the real reason for the ranting.

After scanning her, I turned to Mary.

"Honored One, I must ask you a hard question. Does the Waharahi have the authority to replace the chief of the village, if he deems her inadequate?"

"I do not know if it has ever come up. But no true Omugi would ever deny the gods anything within their power to grant."

"Am I Waharahi? Am I a god?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, Waharahi, you are our hope for salvation."

"Is Rising Star your daughter?"

"Right now, I am embarrassed to say yes." Mary said looking with disappointment at Dawn.

"Do you have others?"

"None living." She said sadly.

"Then I, Waharahi, appoint you the new Chief of the Omugi. As your eldest daughter, I claim Rising Star as my tribute. I will take her tonight. She will never return to the Village. I will also take Morning Star, and Evening Star, for I will not break up a family."

Everyone begin speaking so I roared, "SILENCE!"

I looked at Eve, "Do you wish to challenge the Waharahi?" I asked her menacingly.

"No, Waharahi." She replied meekly.

I just looked at Rose.

"No, Waharahi." She too replied meekly.

I then looked directly into Dawn's eyes. They were filled with fear.

"Do you wish to challenge the Waharahi?" I thought to her, allowing everyone to hear my thought.

She was silent for a long moment. You could feel the discomfort in everyone in the room as we waited, but especially Eve.

"No, Waharahi." She finally thought with resignation.

"I am about to release my hold on you. You will then crawl on your hands and knees and beg my Honored Grandmother for her forgiveness. For if she does not forgive you, your punishment will be three times worse."

I released her.

After checking that all her parts were working, Dawn slid to the floor, and crawled to Catherine. There she proceeded to beg in heartfelt misery. I'll hand it to her. She was as exuberant in her apology as she was in her offensive tirade.

Catherine sat stoically for a few moments, letting her beg. Then placing her hand on her cheek, she said.

"Remember, he is much older and wiser than he appears. And," she paused. "You brought this on yourself dear."

"Ok, I guess Dawn deserved the little dig at the end for attacking her." I thought.

Out loud I said. "Come!" and turned to leave. Dawn made to stand, and without turning around, I said loudly. "How dare you walk like a Waharahi! On your knees! Now!" I commanded. Then continued down the hall.

I felt a strange sensation coming from someone and quickly scanned the room without turning around. Sarah was quivering, her pussy moist as she watched the scene with Dawn unfold. I filed that fact away for later.

"Grace, would you find Eve and Rose suitable quarters for tonight, please?" I thought to her.

"Yes, Waharahi." She giggled.

I entered the room and motioned to the bed. I took the only chair and turned it facing her as she now sit on the floor beside the bed. I just looked at her and waited. I had already read her.

Finally, the silence became too much. She asked me, "What are you going to do to me?"

"What CAN I do to you?" I countered.

She thought for a moment and said, "Anything you want, I guess."

"Let me know when you are sure." I said then sat quietly, waiting.

"Grace, I've had an idea. Could you bring Rose and Eve to the room in 5 minutes?" I thought to her.

I continued to wait.

Finally, the silence begin to get to her. "You are Waharahi. You may do as you please." Then taking a breath she added, "Only, I beg you, please don't hurt my daughters!"

"Good!" I said. "Now that we have that settled, you and I are going to talk, and then you are free to go, and I will rescind my order to your mother, and you will be Chief of the Omugi again."

Dawn was bewildered. "I don't understand. You are Waharahi. You could take me and I cannot stop you."

I remained silent, watching her.

"Have I displeased you so much? I know I am not young like my daughters, but I know how to please a man. Am I too old and ugly for you?"

"Quite the contrary. As a woman, I find you desirable. But as a mother and Chief of the Omugi, I find you lacking!" I said.

"Oh!" she said quietly. That one had stung, but she realized the truth to it as well. So I said to her gently now.

"Dawn, I'd like you to be a mother for now. Later, we will discuss your charms as a woman."

Again she was bewildered, but said, "If you say so."

"Come in." I said as the knock on the door came on cue.

Grace came in leading Rose and Eve. Seeing their mother sitting on the bed, unharmed, surprised them and they rushed to her. Grace knelt by my side.

"Rose," I said. "Tell your mother what we did in here after dinner, Please."

"Why, we talked mother. The Waharahi explained much and taught us many things!"

"Why don't you tell her what you learned about the prophecy?" I suggested.

Both Rose and Eve jumped on that one, spending the next ten minutes telling and explaining all they had learned concerning the prophecy. Finally Eve summed it up when she said, "So you see, the prophecy was as much about our coming, as it was about Michaels'."

"And in order for the prophecy to be fulfilled and peace and prosperity to come to our village, Eve and I must commit to the Waharahi, and learn to serve him with all our hearts!" Rose added.

"Oh, Mother! We are so honored to have been chosen!" exclaimed Eve.

Dawn was back in mother-mode as well as Chief-of-the-Village-mode as she pondered what they had told her. Then she said, "I have studied the Prophecy like every first daughter and chief before me. But I must admit that I have never considered it like this before."

"Neither had we, Mother. But I have been thinking about it all evening. And I plan to seek the council of all the old ones while we wait for the Waharahi to return. That is, if he is going to return." Rose said sadly.

"Waharahi, it appears I was wrong. I..." Dawn started to say.

"Wait. We are not finished. Eve, would you tell your mother what we discussed concerning me screwing you?"

"Eve became embarrassed, her nipples becoming hard as she considered her reply. Finally she said, "He refused."

"WHAT?" Dawn cried.

"We asked him to screw us and he refused." She stated again.

"But ... but why?" Dawn stuttered.

"I'm not sure I understand totally. He said that if we expect his best in defeating the enemies of the Omugi, then he would expect our best in taking care of his needs. I think that that means that for the prophecy to become true; not only does he have to end the illiteracy and poverty of our people, but that Rose and I must learn to serve him to the very best of our talents and abilities. And that means we must serve with our hearts and minds as well as with our bodies. Is that right Waharahi?"

"I am very pleased with your learning Evening Star." I smiled.

Eve beamed.

"And you also Morning Star! You explained a very difficult concept, extremely well!" I added.

Rose beamed at the praise also.

"And now, if you three young ladies will excuse us, I have one more matter to discuss with your mother." I said dismissing them.

They hugged their mom goodnight and made plans to meet for breakfast.

"Grace, if Mary is still up, would you tell her my previous orders have all been rescinded and Dawn is still the Chief of the Omugi?"

"Of course, Michael. Good night."

Dawn remained silent for a long moment, just staring. Finally, she dropped to her knees and crawled to me.

"I was very wrong about you Michael. You are truly The Waharahi. And I believe you will help and protect my people, and you will help my daughters become better women and wonderful leaders. I no longer fear your motives, or fear for my daughter's well-being."

I nodded, accepting her apology, but said nothing.

"Please! All I have left to offer you in atonement is this old woman's body, and a burning need to know you as hiragaini, (a man/god). Don't make me beg and grovel like a wanton whore. For that is what I feel I am in your presence. I am your whore. Take me Waharahi! Please. Take me now!"

It was several hours later, when her lust was finally satiated, that we slept.



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Chapter 45


May 24, 1971 – Monday

I awoke to a hand on my stiffening manhood. It was still dark outside. Dawn was on her side, facing me. One hand was stroking my rapidly rising cock. The other holding her head as she looked at me with a predatory grin.

"Can you? Again?" she asked.

"I live but to serve you!" I replied with an equally broad grin.

Dawn lay back and tugged at my now inflated cock. "Come here. I want to feel you on top of me, and this," she said referring to a fully aroused Little Mike, "I want to feel inside me!"

We made love slowly, as she savored every movement, and every moment. Her delight climbed slowly and steadily to its peak, and then she tumbled over its edge into joyous relief, taking me with her.

Once again, I slept. Dawn nestled in my arms.

And then once more, just as dawn was breaking, I felt her fingertips soothing my brow. I opened my eyes and saw her face in the pale light of the pre-dawn.

"Michael. Would you? Once more?" she whispered softly.

I just looked at her smiling. Of course I would. I knew last night when I scanned her that she was frustrated by her deprivation of the last few years. She had been bred as a young girl, to the finest warrior stock her mother could find at the time. The result had been twin daughters, and Dawn was the pride of the Clan. But then came the lean years. Dawn, with help from her mother and the rest of the Village, had focused on raising the twin Princesses, putting aside her own needs and desires.

When she became Chief, the opportunities for happiness in her bed increased slightly. But the opportunities rarely came to satisfactory fruition for her. And she had almost given up on that kind of happiness.

This was a feeling I knew only too well. I guess that's why I put everything I had into our lovemaking. So now I wondered what she needed.

"I need you. Michael. For my heart."

"Please. Explain it to me." I asked.

"The first time, last night, was for my body. I needed you to fill the emptiness. The second time, earlier this morning was for my soul. I wanted your fullness in me. To be one with me, if only briefly."

"But now, I need you for my heart, that I may always have fond memories to cherish, and keep me company on those long, lonely nights."

I said nothing. Her words were like an arrow to my heart. I hated that she felt the awful pain of loneliness, for I too had spent most of my previous life with those same feelings.

Pulling her on top of me, and wrapping her in my arms, I desperately tried to kiss the loneliness away. Pouring my heart into hers, I slowly moved her until she became impaled on my once again turgid cock. Never releasing her from my emotional hands on her heart, I filled her body and soul with my love and admiration, with my desire and appreciation, and with my lust and my passion.

I felt the tiny shudders coursing quietly through her, as she continued her slow movements on my shaft, and as her kisses trailed the sensitive pathways of my face and neck.

Lost in the magic of the moments, I'm not sure when she stopped. But scanning her, I saw she was luxuriating in the warm afterglow as tendrils of happiness coursed through her. I rolled her gently to my side, cradling her in the crook of my arm. She sighed and became lost in her dreams.

I made my way to the communal bathrooms before heading out for my run.

As I ran, I remembered my previous life and the loneliness I had endured. I vowed to myself, that if there was a way I could ever help anyone else from suffering that same cruel fate, I would.

Finally, shaking off my lethargy, I looked to the dawn of a new day, and thought to myself, "It's been a hell of a week since I woke up as Michael Wagner! I wonder what the next one will hold?"

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I took a quick shower, and headed for breakfast. For some reason, I was starved!

The Star family, along with Catherine and Grace were already eating. Bypassing the serving line, I went straight to Dawn, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her passionately.

Then greeting Rose and Eve with a quick kiss, I pulled Grace to her feet and kissed her with equal passion, and went for my breakfast tray.

They planned to hit the road as soon as they could, a full day looming on their schedules.

"Oh Michael, I can't wait! I don't know how I'll be able to survive!" Eve gushed.

"Me too! I can't wait to see you again. And I'm already excited about going to Tennessee. Grace told us about it last night." Rose added.

"Yeah! Will we get to go to your school with you?" Asked Eve.

"Do you know where we will live? I mean since your home was destroyed by fire last week." Asked Rose.

"We don't have much. And we're used to living in a small space." Said Eve.

"I can't wait to see everything. I think I would like to see a football game! Grace said that over 60,000 people come to your college's campus every week just to watch! I can't even imagine that many people in one place." Rose exclaimed.

"Girls! Don't worry about the details. We'll take care of everything!" Then I added, "That's what Grace is for." I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"I'll see you in four weeks." I reminded the girls as I walked them to the cart that would take them to their RV. "And remember what we discussed. If you agree to come with me, there is much work to be done!"

"What must they do?" asked Mary.

"They'll fill you in on the details, but they must first decide, and then commit themselves to me and the task before us."

"I think that committing to you is a foregone conclusion. Judging by their conversation last night." Said Grace.

"Well then, in that case, I have some special projects you can begin work on." I told them.

"What are they? Eve asked.

"Eve I want you to begin to study ways we can utilize greater resources to fight poverty long term. In other words, if the money is there, how would it be best spent?"

"And Rose, I want you to focus on how to get rid of illiteracy. It should be quick, but needs to be long term. If we can make it so anyone that wants to can go to college, how can we get them to want it? And how can we prepare them to succeed when they get there?

"And if either of you have any spare time, you might want to focus on the third part of the prophecy." I added casually.

"The THIRD part?" the twins said together.

Grace and I just waved as they pulled away.



Neyland Stadium

The University of Tennessee, Knoxville

The capacity at Neyland Stadium was listed at 64,429 for the 1971 season. In 1972 it was increased to 70, 650. Over the next 40 years, it would be enlarged 10 times until it reached its current capacity of 102,455. Making it the 3rd largest stadium in the country.

In 1971, if the stadium had been a city, it would be the fifth largest city in the state. At least on six Saturdays in the fall.

GO VOLS!





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Chapter 46


As Grace and I made our way back to the Lodge, we passed Sandy. She was upset, so I quickly scanned her and saw that she was overwhelmed with her work load because her Mom and Dad and Anna were all out.

"I wonder if there's anything I can do to help her?" I thought to myself.

Most of the family were sitting around the big room debating their options for the day. As I queried them individually, I noticed a distinct lack of motivation to really do anything.

So! We're supposed to be on vacation!" was the summation from Julie.

"Hey everybody! I've got an idea!" I told them, immediately gaining their attention. "There's a situation here at the ranch, that has just come to light. Anybody here ever run a nude guest ranch?"

"Run a nude guest ranch?" I could feel the question from them.

I said, "Anna, Jaye and Buddy had something come up and they needed to leave. That leaves Sandy by herself. I think we should see if she could use our help. That's all."

Catherine laughed. "Oh. Good! For a minute there, I thought you liked it here so much, you were thinking of buying it!"

I quickly scanned the area, looking for Sandy's emotional signature. She was in the direction of the main Dining Hall.

"Hold that thought!" I said as I ran out the door towards the Dining Hall.

I heard Catherine's "Uh ... oh!" as I left.

I ran down the hill to the Dining Hall. Sandy was getting on one of the little golf carts, and she was frazzled.

I jumped on the cart and startled her. "What do you want?" she snapped. Then immediately, "I'm sorry Michael. I meant what can I do for you?" she said nicely.

"I need you! For five minutes. I think I've got a way to help you." I said nicely too.

"What do you mean?"

"Well if you can spare five minutes, there's about a dozen or so, willing volunteers, waiting to talk to you."

She laughed. "I don't know what this is about, but I never turn down free help!" She headed the cart up the rise to the Lodge.

When we entered, everyone was there except the four parents. I again explained the situation to everyone, then turned to Sandy and said, " ... so we thought we'd volunteer to help. At least until your folks return."

"Well, I'm not sure what you can do..." she hesitated.

"Why don't you just tell us what you need," said Liz with a sparkle in her eyes. I could sense that she was thrilled about being useful again.

"Well, the vet is due in an hour or so, and I usually assist her. It's not hard. I usually end up driving her around the ranch, or fetching for her if she needs something." Sandy asked.

I didn't need to read them, but I did to make sure. "Natalie. Randi. Front and center. You got the vet. Can you handle it?"

Randi saluted as said "Aye, Sir. Should we dress?"

"That would probably be a good idea." Sandy said.

Liz said, "What else?"

"We've got a large group of ladies coming in for garden and art workshop this week. I could really use you and Catherine too, to welcome them, get them registered, and headed in the right direction."

"That sounds like fun!" said Liz. "Come on Catherine, let's go get dressed.

Catherine stood and put her arm to her forehead saying, "All this company and I don't have a thing to wear!" She had everyone cracking up as she left.

"Next?"

Well the linens all have to be picked up, and there's two deliveries due in about an hour at the receiving docks that have to be checked in. Oh ... and I almost forgot, Stacy couldn't make it in today so Mabel needs some help for lunch."

"Right" I said and turned to Candy, "Take Mandy and go find your dad. Tell him what's happened and ask if he'd help you check in the deliveries, OK?"

Then I added, " ... and no flirting with the cute delivery truck drivers!"

They were off like a shot!

"Nicky, why don't you and Grace help Mabel. She wants to marry me, so I'd only be a distraction. Julie and I will get the linens then join you in the kitchen. OK?"

Jenny asked, "Is there anything else?"

Sandy looked at her and smiled, "I could sure use an assistant today, but it may be hard work. There's a mountain of details to be taken care of."

"Well, that sounds like the perfect job for Jennifer!" I smiled at her. She was excited to be working like an adult.

We worked out the remaining details and transportation, and then we went to work. If you can really call it work. I had a blast.

Julie and I ended up racing the laundry carts. They were golf carts that had been lengthened and had wooden sideboards. We drove to each group of cabins, raced to the porch grabbed the bundled dirty linen and threw it in the carts.

Jenny took the first cabin, and I took the next. We competed with each other most of the way. As we neared the end, I noticed my cart was fuller, and thought I was faster because I was a guy. I was coming from the next group, carrying all of the bundles in one trip, when I saw Julie, race on a porch and grabbing a bundle, run a short way and fling it in my cart.

The little minx! She was loading me down to slow me down.

I had the Lodge as my last stop, so by the time I reached the laundry building behind the big barn, she was standing there with her arms crossed, leaning against her empty cart, "What kept you?" she asked with a grin.

I stopped my cart next to her, then picked her up and threw her on top my load.

"You don't fight fair!" She said playfully as she slid down.

"Don't give me fair! I wasn't putting my loads on your cart!"

"Can I help it if you're slow?" she sassed.

I unloaded my cart as Julie helped. Well, she helped by harassing me and once knocking me over into a big pile of linens. She took every opportunity to touch me, tickle me, and jump on my back. I rode her back outside to the now empty carts.

She jumped on hers and said "Race ya!" And took off.

I went after her, but at a couple of miles an hour, I didn't make much progress.

She was laughing as we parked the Linen Trucks in their shed and plugged them in. "I guess I proved girls are faster than boys!"

"Julie, the only thing you proved is you could take even a dirty job and make it fun!" I said.

She grew quiet. "You ... you really had fun with me?"

"W-E. We" I spelled it out for emphasis. "We had fun together. Because you made it fun!"

She just came into my arms, so I held her as I told her, "You know, lately I always seem to have fun when I'm with you!"

"Really?"

"Really! Why, you are the most fun person I can ever remember!" I grinned.

"Oh, yeah right! You're memory's what ... a week old?" She sighed.

"What's wrong?" even though I knew, I wanted to see if she'd admit it.

"Uh ... I just thought..." she stalled then shivered. I cocked my head and waited.

"I know I'm on my period and that makes me grouchy sometimes, but I just thought ... you-were-gonna-kiss-me!" she ran the words together then blushed.

I pulled her back to me and looked in her eyes. "I was. But I was having too much fun to stop for the mushy stuff!" then I licked the tip of her nose, a big wet slobbery lick, like a Saint Bernard.

She wiggled away, wiping her face on her arm, and then started to chase me around the cart shed.

Suddenly I stopped and she ran into me. I quickly turned and caught her under her arms and legs and picked her up, and holding her in my arms like a baby, I kissed her. She was surprised, and I saw she didn't really know what to do, so I walked over to a bale of hay, and sitting down with her in my lap, I said, "OK. Time for your lessons."

"My lessons?" she asked raising one eyebrow.

"Yes. Lessons. Now, there are three basic kinds of kisses."

"Oh goody! Kissing lessons!" she said gleefully.

"That's right. And there will be a test, so I expect you to practice."

"Every day?" she faux whined.

"Maybe twice a day, until I think you've got it." I said.

Then I explained, "When it comes to boys and girls, there are three basic types of kisses. The first is friendly. Think about when you go on a date with a boy for the first time..."

"Dream, you mean. Mom and Dad said I can't date until I'm sixteen."

OK. Dream ... about when you go on a date with a boy for the first time, and he was polite and he walks you to the door. You want him to know you had a great time, but you are not ready to bear his children, so you give him a 'friendly' kiss. This is a kiss that uses only the lips. You lean towards him slightly, looking into his eyes, making sure you have eye contact, then close your eyes and let your lips touch his. Ok?"

"I think so."

"Let's practice." I said standing up. She came in my arms and I said, imitating a young boy, "Uh ... Julie, I had a great time tonight..."

"I had a great time too." Then she leaned towards me and kissed my lips. Her lips were too firm, too tight, and she pressed too much.

"Not too good ... huh?"

That's why you have to practice!" I said with a smile. "Now, this time, let me kiss you. And I want you to relax your lips. OK?"

"Julie, I had a wonderful time tonight." I said again.

"Me too." She said, anticipating.

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips, letting mine mold to hers and moving them enough so she could feel them. I held it for several moments, and felt her body heat rise.

"That was much better!" I complimented her. "Now you kiss me this time, and remember the eye contact.

I stepped back and held her hands loosely, my arms hanging down.

One more time I said, "Julie, I had a great time tonight..." and this time I started sharing my feelings with her.

"Oh Michael, so did I..." and looking into my eyes, she let her lips touch my mine. There was something there, and I had not been reading her, but as I started to, she moaned into my mouth, and her lips parted more. I gently touched her lips with the tip of my tongue, then brushed it across the tops or her teeth, and pulled back, my lips still parted, to see if she would respond.

It took a moment, then her tongue darted into my mouth, she flicked it a couple of times and pulled back. Her ardor abated as she stared into to space amazed at what she discovered.

"Not too bad for an idiot, huh?" I said, referencing something she said to me last week.

"I think I'm the idiot. When did you learn to kiss like that?" She asked.

"It came with the memory loss. I forgot how to kiss bad." I chuckled.

Julie playfully slapped my arm and said, "O-o-o that's so bad, it almost makes sense." She laughed.

"I take it that was more than a friendly kiss?"

"Yeah. That was the next one." I said.

I stood there holding both her hands. I was enjoying reading the girl-growing-into-woman stuff she was experiencing. It was simultaneously violent and beautiful, and I knew that many would say I was crazy because it is so painful sometimes, for men or women. But with Julie, and the others, there was also purity, and a joy of discovery...

"Michael, do you really like seeing me ... bloom ... as you just thought?" She asked.

Now I was amazed. "You just read my thoughts?" I asked.

"Well, it was actually more like feeling them." She said. "Is that how you do it? You read my mind and give me what I think?"

I hesitated.

She remained quiet, waiting on me to speak.

"It's actually more like I feel your feelings and that tells me what you want to feel more or less of. Then I try to give you that feeling."

"Do you know what I want now?"

I studied. On the surface, she thought she wanted full blown passionate sex, with me, right now. But as I delved deeper, what she really wanted to know is what came next. She had experienced awkward touching, and the ugly thing with the other Michael, and now some freedom, some flirting, nudity of course, seeing me cum, and actually touching herself and making herself come in a room with her sisters and parents.

But she wanted to know the feelings. The steps or levels of passion as she organized them in her mind. She had actually figured out that sex right now, might show her all the levels, but might cause her to jump over and miss some of them. She wanted to experience every aspect of love and romance and every aspect of her sexual nature. And one thing was certain, she wanted it all. She was afraid of missing something.

So essentially, her question was correct. What did come next for her?

"Come here." I said. "Julie, I feel my affection for you is growing all the time. Every moment we're together, I have fun and feel more love for you. If you still feel this way after your period, I'll try to give you what you want." Then I kissed her. This time it was not a friendly kiss, it was more, much more.

When we parted, she laid her head on my chest, and sighed. "That was wonderful! You are so good to me."

"Come on. Let's go see what Nicky and Grace are up to." We walked towards the Dining Hall hand in hand. There was no racing this time. Except maybe the racing of my heart.

"They're all so different and with different dreams and desires. Is it possible? Can I really love them all?" I wondered as we walked.

"I don't see why not." Julie replied out loud. "We all love you!"



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Chapter 47


They were already serving when we got to the Dining Hall, so we got in line. Nicky and Grace were acting as servers, so I called out "You need any help?"

Nicky looked up and smiled real big and shook her head no. When we finally reached her position, I asked "How is it?"

"I wouldn't want to do it for a living, but it's not bad. Liz and Grandmother came through with a bunch of ladies, and Sarah and Debbie are just ahead of you. Have you seen the others?"

I shook my head, and scanned for them, they were all positive, but not in the Dining Hall.

"They must be having fun. I'm sure they'll be here shortly."

"Mabel said she'd let us go after the rush, so it should be soon. Save us a seat." Added Grace.

Julie and I made our way to a table near the back of the hall. Everybody seemed to want to sit near the water in the front, as they referred to it, so we had a little privacy. I pulled out her chair and held it for her, smiling. Then sit beside her. She was enjoying the attention.

"Julie," I said. "I wanna talk to you a minute. When I read you back there, I realized that you like to experience things a step at a time, and enjoy it and learn from it."

"I know. I like to have things in order." She replied.

"Well, sexual self-discovery has an order to it. Everyone's order is slightly different. And I would like to help you find your order. And as long as you understand you have many men to meet and experience, and many sexual things to learn, I will always be there to help you learn the next one. There is nothing I won't do, provided you feel it's the right thing to do. I'll help you practice kissing, tell you about boys, let you experiment with whatever you need to, so you never have to go out and find out the hard way or do something unsafe. Is that OK with you?"

Does that mean you'll let me do what Anna and Nicky did to you?

"When you are ready, just let me know." I said. "You know I can't resist a beautiful girl."

"And will you do to me what you did for Jen?"

"Anytime you think that's the next thing to learn, you just say the word."

"What if I asked you to do for me what you did for Nicky?" she asked, testing me, I hoped.

"Well, you'll have to be more specific."

"Nicky said you spent the whole night licking her ... you know ... And Jen said it's got a fancy name, but she couldn't remember it. Does it really have its own name and not just licking ... your ... you know?" she blushed as she asked it.

I laughed at her awkwardness. "Yes, licking a woman's vulva has a technical name, and even some rules about doing it. Well not so much rules as common courtesies. It's called cunnilingus. And to answer your question, yes. When you are ready, I will be glad to demonstrate. I love doing it!"

I noticed she had her fist jammed between her legs now, pushing against her panty covered snatch. And my cock was rock hard from the feelings I could sense coursing through her. I leaned over to her and whispered, "A lot of girls like cunnilingus because it gets their pussy ready to take something like this..." as I moved her hand to touch my stiff member under the table.

She made a sound like a muffled squeak, as I sat back and laughed.

Breathing heavy, she said, " ... I ... will ... get you ... for that, buster!" trying hard not to laugh.

"Get him for doing what?" Asked Grace as she and Nicky sat down.

"Oh, Julie and I were just discussing the finer points of cunnilingus." I said.

"What!" said Nicky and Grace together.

"At the table?" added Grace.

"You didn't?" asked Nicky.

"Not yet!" I said as I smiled at Julie.

"Michael, don't do that to that poor child!" cried Grace.

"I didn't do anything ... yet!" I whined.

"Then why is she flushed and looking like she just had an orgasm?" Nicky asked devilishly.

"Oh my god! You can tell?" Cried Julie, as she begin to look around for anyone watching, especially her parents. She was about to cry.

"Oh Julie, we're just teasing. Nobody saw it, I'm sure!" Nicky said quickly.

The girls consoled her until she calmed down some. Then Julie looked at me and said, "THAT was so mean ... and so-o-o ... wonderful. You are definitely something else, Michael."

"What exactly did he do?" asked Grace, curious now.

The three girls put their heads together, whispering excitedly, and punctuated with lots of giggles and "He didn't" and "He is so-o-o bad!" and of course the occasional glance my way.

Finally, I stood and gathered everyone's tray to return to the kitchen. I decided I needed a nap.

As I headed up the hill to the lodge, Nicky caught up with me.

Huffing she said, "Michael, I need you. Now!" She was flushed, but not from the running. I knew immediately what she wanted.

"Oh well, I didn't really want a nap anyway." I thought. I took her hand as we walked to the Lodge.



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Chapter 48


Nicky was on fire with desire! When we got to my room, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I didn't need to be an Empath to sense what she wanted.

"Michael, we need to talk, but not now. Right now I need you to put that thing inside of me! Please."

She dragged me to the bed. I could smell her arousal. I fell on the bed, pulling her on top of me, our mouths melding into a passionate kiss. I ran my hands up and down her body caressing it with my fingertips. Then lifting her large breast, I sucked the nipple into my mouth and nursed as hard as I could, sucking the imaginary milk from her nipple and then lightly chewing on it. Then, switching to do the same to the other one. She pulled back, stretching her breast and rock hard nipple as far as she could until it popped from my mouth, then quickly smothered my mouth with the first nipple again. She was scraping her pussy against my pubic bone, trying to stimulate her clit. Desperate, she stopped and using her hand, guided my throbbing cock to the entrance of her pussy and impaled herself in one stroke.

"Ah-a-a ... uhmph ... oh-o-o ... god-d-d-d... !" she moaned loudly.

She remained on her hands and knees, grinding her clit in small circles. I licked at her swinging nipples, trying to catch one in my mouth. When I did, I bit lightly with my teeth, pulling as far as I dared. She moaned as it snapped back, and ground into me harder. Finally she pushed back, sitting erect and began to pump her pussy rapidly up and down. I kept my hands lightly on her hips to keep her centered, but this was about her discovering a new part of her sexuality, the raw animal sex side. The desire to fuck. Hard and fast. Wild and passionate, she let herself go all-out for what she wanted, pushing her boundaries to new heights. There was a sheen of perspiration all over her body, and I could tell her legs were tiring, so pulling her down to me and wrapping her in my arms, I rolled us over.

She was surprised my member was still lodged deeply in her pussy, and relief was coming to her legs which were aching from the exertion. I fucked her now swollen pussy slowly, grinding against her clit on each stroke, I sensed she wanted more, and harder, so I sit back and raised her legs until they were touching her breasts. "Hold 'em"" I said. Then begin to pound her pussy with all the speed and strength I had.

"Sixteen or not, I can't keep this up long. But damn, she is sexy spread open like that!" I thought.

"Fuck me Michael! Fuck your little sister hard!" she panted, and then as I heard her words, I pounded her harder than I could ever remember in either life.

Finally, I couldn't help it and started to feel the rumbling deep in my balls. Sensing my already massive missile thrusting into her tight channel suddenly become even larger, sent her over the edge, just as I bathed the back of her pussy with my scalding cum juice!

"I'm-m-m-m ... cum ... ming-g-g... !" She screamed. Then she went totally limp, lying beneath me, wincing from each aftershock as my cock still pulsed inside her. As I lay there trying to catch my breath, she put her arms around me and pulled me to her side, my wilting member exiting from her pussy with a 'plop'.

"Damn Michael! I had no idea it could be like that!" she said grinning. "It just keep s getting better every time you fuck me!" she laughed. "Please don't tell me it gets any better, I don't think I could take it!"

"Oh, we're just getting started. You won't believe how much better it gets!"

"I don't think I could take it if it does. God, my pussy is sore. But I sure do like it when you fuck me hard like that. Especially with you on top. And when you bent my legs back, I felt so vulnerable. I think I came right then."

She continued to chat about her experience while we recuperated. After a few minutes I said, "OK, you ready for round two?" Getting up as if to do it again.

"No-o-o! No more! Please!" she grabbed her pussy and squeezed her legs shut.

I slapped her hip and said "Wimp!" and headed to the communal bathroom.

I was back with a damp washcloth, and grabbed my towel and gently begin to clean her up. She just lay there completely limp and let me.

When I finished, I laid down beside her and pulled up the sheet covering us.

"Thank you." She said.

"Nicky, you never have to thank me for loving you." I protested.

"I'm not thanking you for the sex. I'm thanking you for being gentle and kind." She said. "I am thanking you for understanding. Now that we have actually done it, I think I see what you're talking about."

"Go on. I like compliments!" I said.

"Before the accident, we were not that close. The old Michael seemed to have gone on the typical 'spoiled rich kid' trip, and didn't have too much to do with me. Then Mom and Dad were killed, and I fell apart. The only thing I had left in life was my brother, and the doctors didn't think he would recover.

Since you woke up, it was like I could go on and start living again. Now I understand that we will always have each other. And you will take care of me, and I don't have to worry about being alone. You'll always be there for me."

"I thought you were smart, but you are brilliant!" I said with a huge smile, hugging her tightly.

"And Michael," she said, pausing to look me straight in the eyes, "I'll always be there for you, too!"

I just lay there basking in her glow.

After a while, Nicky said, "Michael, what are you going to do about Grace?" She asked. "And the other girls too?"

"What do you mean?"

"Something happened yesterday. Grace is different, not so insecure about things. Especially you!" Nicky said as she kissed the tip of my nose. "So anyway, when I left the table to come be with you, she seemed upset. I love her, Michael. Like a sister I never had, and don't want to make her sad. But I can't help wanting you. I don't know what to do." Nicky was almost in tears.

I held her as I scanned the ranch. Grace was in her room. Julie was with the moms down at the beach. The dads were on the other side of the lake, having blast fishing. Catherine and Liz were about 500 yard to the northeast, talking with a group and looking at wildflowers. Randi and Natalie were in the stables and happily doing something with one of the young colts. Jennifer was moving, probably on a cart with Sandy, and talking happily non-stop to her.

"Come on. Let's go talk to Grace. She's upset but I think I know why." I said.

"Why is that?" Nicky asked.

"It's hard for me to explain, but yesterday, when she saw Rose's feelings, and as she watched what Catherine does for me, she decided that's what she could do with her life. I describe it to myself as being grounded or anchored. Always in balance and ready for anything I throw at her." I tried to explain.

Nicky still looked confused.

"Nicky, I think she has found that place in my life she was looking for. Even while I was still in the coma, she dreamed of us being together. Well, you've seen my life. Does it look like there will ever be only one?"

Nicky just shook her head.

"There's so much in this life I want to do! People that I feel I have to help! Like you. And our cousins, and Rose and Eve and their clan. And I'm sure there will be others. You have so much you can do with your life, and you will do many great things. I hope I am a part of some of them. Grace had nothing she wanted or felt she could do, until yesterday. That's when she saw some of what I rely on Catherine to do for me. And she realized she could have a special place in my life, by doing those things for me, and she knew instinctively that she would be good at it." I said and paused to see if Nicky understood.

Sensing she was beginning to understand, I continued.

"I think I love her Nicky. Almost as much as I love you. And I love you more than anyone! And I need her. Catherine can't possibly keep up with me, and there's the perception of the difference in our ages. But together, Catherine and Grace enable me to do all the things I have to do."

"And now she wants you." Nicky said.

"Yes, and I want her." I said.

"When are you gonna tell her about you?" Nicky asked softly. "You know you have to now."

"Yes. I have to tell her. Would you go with me, and help her try to understand?"

"Of course! I told you I would always be there for my twin brother." She said.

"I'm scared Nicky. I feel as if I just found her, and now I could lose her." I said sadly.

"Well, there's no time like the present, Dad used to say. But why don't we stop by the bathroom first?" she smiled tentatively.

After a stop to freshen up, we went down the hall to Grace's room. The door was open, but she didn't look up when I knocked on the door frame.

"Grace? Can Nicky and I come in? We'd like to talk with you. Please." I asked as nicely as I could.

I stood there, unsure where to begin, when Nicky said, "Grace, since you are our sister, and we love you to pieces, and Michael told me what happened with you yesterday and all. Well, it just seems like we're gonna become even closer together in the future. So there's something that Michael wants you to know about his past. But he is scared it will cause you to reject him and maybe even leave us. Grandmother and I are two of the three people who know, and you'll be the fourth."

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Grace asked quickly.

"No nothing is wrong. Michael, why don't you share with her what you just shared with me. The part about Grace, not the other." She said blushing a little.

Looking at Grace for permission, she nodded, so I shared mine and Nicky's conversation. When I was through, Nicky asked Grace "Is it true? Is he right?"

"I think so. I hadn't thought about it from that perspective, I guess. I just know that I'm no longer worried about marrying Michael and settling down and all that stuff. I realized that he is gifted and talented and wants to share those gifts and talents to help other people and I think that's wonderful and I want to help him."

"And I want your help and your love, Grace. I really do need you. But if we are going to ever be close, you must know about my past. Some of it will be hard to believe. That's why I asked Nicky to help me tell you."

Nicky linked her arm through Grace's, and smiled at her reassuringly. Then looking at me, she nodded.

I knelt on the floor in front of them and placing my hand touching both their legs said, "I'm going to replay my memory of my conversation with Catherine last Tuesday morning. Then I will leave you to think and talk with Nicky. I love you Grace. I only hope you won't hate me." I said, as my eyes watered a little.

I played the memory for them and then I rose and walked silently out the door. Grace never said a word.



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Chapter 49


Thoughts of Grace kept running through my mind as I sat on the porch, listening as Jenny told me all about working with Sandy. She had had fun, and learned a lot, but what she had enjoyed most was being treated as an adult.

"I need to pass that on to Catherine and Sarah," I thought. "It could help them to know that about Jennifer."

"Would you, Michael? Please..." she said. "I am so tired of being treated like a child!"

"Can you read all my thoughts?" I asked amazed.

"Not really. Just the ones about me." She answered. "It seems to have started after we, you know ... Saturday morning ... when you made me cum!"

"Is there a correlation? Have I ever made Grace cum? I wondered.

Grace and Nicky were still in Grace's room. I was in agony, but I had promised myself I would not scan them. The situation was too likely to change from moment to moment, and I could get the wrong impression, so it was better to wait until they had worked through it.

Everyone else finally drifted back in from their day and we all went down to dinner together. Randi and Natalie talked nonstop about all they did with the vet. Candy and Mandy had checked in the deliveries, and then hung out with some of the other staff, doing chores around the ranch and having a good time making new friends. Mandy said a couple of the girls were going to take them on the trail ride Wednesday. Liz and Catherine said they had a good time talking grandchildren and flowers with the ladies, and Julie just beamed, when anyone asked about her day.

As we left for the Dining Hall, I asked Catherine if could talk with her, John, and Jeff after supper. There was a dance in the outdoor Pavilion at eight, but I thought we'd have time.

So after dinner, we made our way back to the Lodge. After we got settled at one of the small tables in a corner of the big room of the Lodge, Catherine turned to me. "It's your show." She said.

"Thank you, Grandmother." I said. "I want to thank each of you for being patient with me this last week. I can't help but feel I'm responsible for both of you being away from your normal activities. I want to talk a little about what happened to me, but before I do, John, may I ask you a question?

"Sure." Said John.

"How would I go about getting emancipated? " I asked.

"Emancipation of a juvenile is handled differently in each state. I cannot say for New York, but for Tennessee, it only requires a juvenile court order." John said. "Why do you ask?"

"Well here's the idea. Wagner Labs has a scientific process they developed and own. The Russian Government wants it. Our Government doesn't want it and could care less if the Russians do. So I suggested we sell it to them. But as I understand it, Wagner Industries can't sell until I reach 18 and take over the company." I replied.

"I think I see where you're going." John said. "If you were emancipated, and the board approved of you assuming control, the deal could go through. If I could call my office tomorrow I could get them started. If you were a legal resident of Tennessee, it shouldn't take too long. As for New York, I have no Idea."

"Catherine, do I have enough money to move to Tennessee and live on my own?"

"Of course. But where would you live?" She asked.

"We'll discuss that in a moment, please. Let's finish this line of thought first. OK?"

She nodded.

"Alright, assuming I could be emancipated, would the board of directors or whoever has to, support me in this, and approve my early take over?" I asked. I didn't know if John or Jeff had anything to do with Wagner Industries or not. John and Jeff looked to Catherine to answer. There was silence as I could see Catherine weighing all the pros and cons in her mind.

Finally she answered. "If it was presented properly, and all the facts were laid on the table, and you agreed to some kind of oversight, I think it might meet with their approval." She smiled.

"Can you tell me about the Board, as you referred to them?" I asked.

"Your grandfather's will stipulated that you, with the Boards approval, would lead Wagner Industries. He left the age at the current age of majority, which in New York, is eighteen. There were other stipulations, primarily, that you graduate college with an appropriate degree, and spend time while in college, learning the company. He left quite detailed instructions for you and the Board. I am aware of the Boards instructions, as I am the Chairwoman of the Board. I know what he told me he was going to put into your instructions, but I haven't actually seen them. They are sealed and awaiting your coming of age."

"Who's Wally?" I asked.

Catherine looked at me quizzically.

"You mentioned him once while I was in the hospital." I supplied.

"Wallace Hudgins is the managing director. He's overseeing Wagner Industries, until you are ready. He's also on the Board."

"Do you think you could find a way to contact the board tomorrow, and run the idea by them? That way, we would know whether to proceed in this direction? I think when we explain it to Anna, she might help you make the calls."

Catherine turned to John and asked, "Would you mind rounding up the other board members?" Her eyes were sparkling.

Wait! They're here?" I said, totally surprised.

"Originally, there were eleven members of the Governing Board as Greg called it. Wally is a member, and John and Sarah, Jeff and Debbie and Liz are also on the board. The others were Greg's sister, whom we haven't discussed, but has recently been replaced by her daughter due to failing health, and Harrison Beauregard, the president of Long Island National Bank, your grandfather's longtime advisor and best friend."

Trying to get over my surprise, I said, "That's nine. You said there were eleven?" I posed the statement as a question.

"The other two were your mother and father. They haven't been replaced yet." She said. I could see the sadness in her eyes as she recalled them.

"Should I still call them?" John asked Catherine.

"Wait! I said again. "I'm sorry. I need a minute more with you before you call them. I think I should tell you the other part of my plan."

John sat back down. They all waited for me to continue.

"I think you should know that, if this is approved, I plan to use the proceeds from the sale to the Russians to start a new Foundation. It seems the accident has given me a gift. Saturday, another part of the gift became apparent to me. I now know certain things that are going to happen in the future. I need time to sort this out, and I would appreciate your counsel and advice. But in the meantime, I would like to take the proceeds from the sale of the lab's process to start a new foundation."

"A new foundation?" asked Catherine.

"Yeah. I want to create a foundation aimed at helping people using the gifts I've been given." I told her. She paused, reflecting on my statement.

"What things are going to happen?" asked John.

"Quite a bit, but as an example, on June 10th, the government will start allowing trade with China again."

"OK." John said. "While I didn't know the date, or that it would be that soon, everybody knew it was coming."

"That may be true. But does everybody know that it will become, over the next 40 years, the most important trading relationship America has. Especially after the collapse of the Berlin Wall in November of 1989?" I asked.

"You're serious. The Wall is coming down?" Jeff asked.

"It will mark the beginning of the end of The Soviet bloc, and give way to a much more capitalistic group of independent countries." I said. "Essentially, we are headed towards a more global economy. And the trade opportunities will be fantastic for those who are prepared for it."

Jeff and John looked at Catherine.

"Catherine, now that you know my plans, do we want to go ahead with this tonight?" I asked her directly.

Catherine looked to John and Jeff, "Would you gentlemen go round up the others and give me a minute to talk with my grandson?"

As John and Jeff went to find the others, I went to sit in the chair next to Catherine, closing my eyes to focus on scanning the area. I pushed as hard as I could, but still couldn't reach the mountains north or south that marked the boundaries of the ranch, but it was a little better than yesterday. "Oh well ... the Old One said it would take time. And practice." I thought.

"What were you doing?" Catherine asked.

"It seems I have a spirit guide in this life. And a mission." I answered. "When I disappeared at Anna's, I had become extremely angry at something. I walked away, which had been a lifelong habit to control my temper. I came across an old man, who proceeded to teach me things. One of the things is how to use my Empathic ability to search an area for hostile of aggressive emotions. My range is slightly less than the mountain ranges to the north and south, making it about two miles from here in all directions. He says that it will get greater with time and practice."

"This may sound silly, and you can mark it up to a grandmothers concern, but where you safe with him?"

"I appreciate the concern, but from the time I left until the time I returned, seemed like only a few moments to me. I was never aware of time passing, nor did I get sleepy. The Old One gave me a brew to drink, out of a kettle on the fire. Yet when I sipped it, it was cold. Other than that, we talked. Or rather, he talked, and I listened."

"I think I would like to meet this spirit some time." She said with a smile.

"I'll ask him if I ever see him again." I said.

"Now, I understand using the accident to say you have seen the future, but what, besides taking over the company two years early, do you have on your mind?" Catherine inquired.

"First, what kind of shape is the company in?" I asked.

"Except for this Russian problem, we're ok. We've become a little stagnant due to lack of leadership. But, overall, we're holding our own. Why?" Catherine asked.

"Part of what the Old One told me was that I was sent back for a purpose. A mission. And I'm trying to get an idea of how to finance that mission. That's why I want to start a new foundation." I explained.

"Just exactly what is your mission, as you call it?" Catherine asked.

"Simple really. It has two parts. One is to take care of the girls. To love them, protect them, help them. I somehow think they are important to the future. This future I mean. I never heard of them in my former life, but that means nothing. It's just that someone, somewhere, seems to have gone to a lot of trouble and effort to set this up, but I have no idea as to why. Second, the new foundation is to help others. I'm still working out the details on that, but what you did for Stevie's family and Sydney's son are good examples of what I want to do. Help as many people as I possibly can."

"Commendable. Difficult, but manageable. I like it." She thought aloud. "OK Michael, I'll support you in this, and see where it leads. But remember, you're assuming a lot of responsibility with this move. Do you think you're up to it?"

"I think that, with your help, I can do it." I said smiling at her.

She blushed.

"I think this is turning her on!" I thought.

"Watch your manners young man!" she thought back to me.

I smiled. "I've got to watch what I think around you!" I thought.

"Yes. You do Michael. And Yes, I am!" she thought right back with a lusty gleam in her eye.

Jeff and John rejoined us a few moments later. Sarah and Liz soon followed. "Debbie will be here in a minute." Sarah said. "She's was in the shower."

Debbie joined us two minutes later, still running a towel through her short hair.

Catherine said, "I have called an emergency meeting of the Governing Board of Wagner Industries to discuss an idea that Michael has to deal with the Russian situation. Sarah, would you act as recording secretary?"

"Let me go get something to write on. I'll be right back." She said as she left.

"This has to be a first!" Debbie said as she laughed. "I've never been to a board meeting naked before!"

Everyone else laughed as Sarah came back. John told her what Debbie had said.

"Should I put that in the minutes?" she asked, and everyone laughed again.

"Ok," said Catherine, "Let's catch Liz and Sarah and Debbie up on what's going on. John?"

John recapped for the others, and then asked, "Does that cover it so far?"

I nodded. Catherine said, "I think both ideas have merit. Petitioning for emancipation for Michael along with the Boards approval to proceed with the deal if possible, should diminish or remove the death threat hanging over all our heads. But that brings up the question of controls. I'd like to suggest, that if the board approves, it is for the purpose of removing the death threat only, and that day-to-day operations retain the status quo."

Liz said, "I like that idea Catherine. I sure don't want anyone else's home destroyed because of this threat, let alone someone getting hurt or killed. But what's this about a foundation?"

I explained to everyone what I wanted to do, describing my mission.

Debbie asked, "Why do you need to protect the girls, Michael. And what do you need to protect them from?"

I hesitated, looking at Catherine. "Tell them the truth, Michael. Just not all of it ... yet." She thought to me.

"Since I awoke from the coma, I have been ... ah ... visited by a spirit. When we first met, he referred to me as 'young one'. I call him 'Old One'. He is the one who explained that because of the accident, I now have several gifts. All of you know I am empathic, but what the old one showed me was how to use that gift more fully."

"For instance, I can share my thoughts and feelings with you, without speaking out loud or touching you." I thought to all of them.

Liz just smiled as she thought of her experience on the plane. Fortunately, the others were so startled, they didn't catch it, Debbie and Sarah immediately bombarded me with questions of how.

John, who had experienced a little of my gift, smiled at the wives. In his mind, he was thinking Sarah had never caught on to why I was there when he was rubbing her tits the other night. Jeff looked uneasy, but was not upset.

Catherine said, "Girls, we can discuss this after the meeting. We have to make a decision first."

Just then, the young girls came through as a group. Grace and Nicky were not with them. I had to force myself to put those thought away and focus on the meeting.

I did notice that the two set of twins, Candy, Mandy, Jennifer and Julie, all now had on shorts or skirts, "The dance is starting. We're going on down." Randi said. Then added, "Don't take too much longer, Dad. I'm saving you a dance!"

John smiled and blushed, nodding his head at her.

After they departed, I continued, "The other thing that happened is the Old One showed me glimpses of the future."

"More than what you told us?" John asked.

"I know that Nixon will be re-elected in a landslide, only to have his vice president, Agnew, resign amid scandal, to be replace by Gerald Ford, from Michigan, who will then become president in August 1974, when Nixon is forced to resign in shame."

"And I know that there will be a collapse on Wall Street starting in January 1973, and lasting until December 1974. There will be an Arab oil embargo in October of 1973, forcing the price of oil to record highs, adding to the recession on Wall Street. There are others, and I'll go into detail with how we can take advantage of these situations. But one last one, on September 11, 2001, a terrorist organization will hijack four airlines simultaneously, crashing two into the World Trade Center in New York, destroying it completely and one into the Pentagon."

"What about the other one?" Jeff asked. I should have known the banker would catch the omission.

"It crashed killing everyone on board in a field in Pennsylvania. The passengers overcame the terrorists, but couldn't take control of the plane before it crashed. It was headed for the pentagon also."

"Over four thousand innocent people will die on that morning. I think part of my mission is to try and stop it."

They questioned me for over an hour before Catherine finally called a halt. "Thank God!" I thought.

The whole time, I was reading them. Catherine was strangely content, her emotions happy, expectant maybe. Liz was excited about what was to come. John was curious, looking for opportunities for the company. Jeff had questions, and was slightly skeptical. Debbie was concerned about how fast we could reduce the Russian threat. Sarah was concerned about me and her girls. Most of her questions were orientated towards them. She felt their involvement with me might lead to harm.

"Just exactly how are you supposed to help them, Michael?" she asked for the third time.

"Just remember, Sarah, you forced me to tell you," I finally said. "I wasn't going to say anything, but one of the glimpses of the future was of your daughters. They were still in their early twenties, but Randi was living in a doublewide, with a real jerk for a husband. It seems she got pregnant, and had to drop out of high school and get married. She had three little kids running around, and I suspect he drank a lot and probably beat her. She never graduated from high school. Never went to college, never did anything with her life."

"Jennifer became reclusive. Because of what happened with Randi, you pounded her with the fear of men. You never let her date, or grow up sexually, so she never fully matured, never had a good experience with boys, and never reached her full potential. She became a secretary, unmarried and alone."

"Julie responded just the opposite, rebelling against your harshness and rules. She went to college, but dropped out to live in a commune where she eventually got into a relationship with an older man, who was jealous and a control freak. He cut her off from her family and friends, forcing her into a sad and lonely life."

"That, Sarah, is what I'm gonna do everything in my power to prevent. You can either help me, or I will end up fighting you too. But as the spirit told me, it is my mission. And not you, or anyone else is gonna stop me!"

Catherine looked at me with pride in her eyes. Sarah was in tears, and looking to John for support.

"He's right you know." John told her. "What you did last weekend, almost going back on your word, caused a lot of pain. Fortunately, we found a compromise. But Michael is right and I will do everything I can to help Randi and the others fulfill their potential. Even if it means dancing naked with her with a hard-on!"

"I'm not that bad. All I want to do is keep them from getting hurt!" Sarah cried.

"No Sarah," said her mom, "You're trying to keep them from growing up. Instead of raising them to avoid risk, you should be teaching them how to manage it. To recognize it, evaluate it, and then make the best decision for their lives. And when they make a mistake, and they will, you should teach them how to deal with it and recover from it."

"But, they want him!" cried Sarah.

"Michael is the best thing that could happen to those girls. He offers them the chance to learn and grow in a safe environment, and still keep them close enough for you to help them pick up the pieces if necessary. If I were you, I'd be begging Michael to move in with me while he decides where to live."

John said, "Hey! That's an idea!" Sarah looked at John and frowned.

"I've got something I'd like to share with all of you." And with that, I replayed Jenny's conversation with me before dinner.

They discussed Sarah and her daughters for another half hour, until finally Sarah said, "OK! I see your point. I'll work on my attitude, but it's not easy. And Michael will be welcome in our home anytime he wants." This she said actually smiling at me.

"Did you see anything about Candy and Mandy?" Debbie asked.

"Yes. And it seemed positive. I'll share it with you later, if you'll allow me. You all understand that none of what I've told you can go beyond us?" I asked.

"That's why I called the meeting to order. This is private company business, and everyone understands that what transpires here goes no further." Catherine stated. Then added, "I take it that it is the recommendation of the board to proceed with exploring the possibility of emancipation for Michael so we can then proceed with the sale to the Russians, but keep everything else regarding running the company the same for right now?" Catherine asked.

"John?"

"Yes."

"Sarah?"

"OK."

"Debbie?"

"Oh Yes."

"Jeff?"

"I agree. But there's still much to discuss"

"Noted." Then "Liz?"

"Definitely Yes."

OK. That makes it unanimous. We should probably have Anna tell someone to tell the Russians what we're doing when she gets back." Catherine said.

"I move we adjourn and go dancing!" Liz said.

"I Second it. I guess I'd better go dance with my hubby before that little firecracker gets her claws into him." Sarah said laughing.

Everyone headed to the dance.



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Chapter 50


We could hear the music from the Pavilion as we approached. It looked like they had a good turnout, as most of the ranch guests seemed to have shown up for the dance. There were quite a few older couples dancing, but the girls were all in a bunch at one end. I went to them and bowed, "May I have this dance?" I asked the group.

"Who are you asking?" Randi replied.

"You!" I said. And taking her hand, I led her to the floor. They were playing the music on a stereo with big speakers. I couldn't see, but suspected records due to the scratchy sound. I knew it would be another decade before Phillips and Sony would publish the Red Book on CD specifications. They were playing a song from a Broadway play, but I couldn't recall its name. Randi hesitated, "I don't know if I can do this..." she said hesitantly.

I'll show you. It's simple." And I began to coach her as I moved her around the floor. By the time it was over, she had the hang of it. We danced another, a little faster this time and she was laughing as we finished. "That was fun! Thank you Michael."

"You're welcome. You seemed to catch on very fast." I complimented her.

"You know ... you aren't the same boy you were before the accident. I mean that in a good way."

"Thanks I guess. But you have me at a disadvantage, because I have no memory to compare." I replied.

"Well, I like the change. It's a major improvement." Then she blushed. "Not that you weren't before ... I mean..."

"Randi. It's O.K. I understand what you mean. I'm an Empath, remember?"

"I've seen you do some stuff like, with my mom the other night. How do you do that? Can you read my mind?"

"Not really. I seem to be able to 'sense' what you're feeling, and usually there's thoughts attached to the feelings, so it seems like mind reading."

"You can't tell what I'm feeling right now, can you?" she exclaimed, stepping back from me.

"Of course! And it's ok. I think almost every girl, who has a good father figure, dreams about what it would be like to be with him. And you've got a great one."

She was blushing and trying to pull away. I held her. "Oh my god! ... I'm so embarrassed!"

I hugged her to me, thankful a slow dance had begun. I calmed her down, and then fed her images in my head of me making love to her mom. "See." I said, "I have the same fantasies too!"

She was still upset, so I quickly shared the memory of what her dad had said in the meeting. It wasn't about company business. "He said that!" I nodded. "Really? You wouldn't lie to me?"

"No. I wouldn't lie to you. And Yes. He really said it. Although your dad might not appreciate me showing you that." I then replayed it again, and added her mom's quip at the end. She didn't say a word the rest of the dance, and when I led her back to the others, she didn't look at me. But I knew her mind was churning, bouncing from one thought to the next as she reevaluated based on this new information.

I noticed her later, out on the floor with John. And he was fairly stiff. Her smile could have lit the whole Pavilion. I had never realized how important a girl's relationship with her father is. But I didn't have time to dwell on it. After Randi, my dance card was full.

During a break, I walked over to the family we met when we arrived. "Hey Robby!" I said. "They're wearing me out. I sure could use some help."

His dad said, "Go help the guy out! We'll be here for a while."

Heading back to our group, Robby said, "I don't know too much about dancing."

"That's OK. Stick close to me and copy what I do. It's simple really. The trick is to get the girl to think she's teaching you!"

I led him to Natalie and said, "Natalie, you remember Robby?"

"Oh yeah-h-h..."

"Well it seems that Robby wants to learn to dance. And he needs someone to teach him. I somehow don't think it would look too cool for me to dance with him, so ... would you mind?"

"I'd be delighted!" she said and offered him her hand. I extended mine to Julie and she came with me.

"I wanna stick close to them so he can copy me, if you don't mind?" I thought to her.

"Sure, It will be fun!" she thought back. So we danced close for a few minutes. When the song ended Julie tapped Natalie on the shoulder and said, "May I?" and so we switched partners. They changed again after the next dance and Jenny came up and said "When can I get a turn with Michael?"

Julie, who was back dancing with me said, "I guess now." Then to me she said, "Thank you. I enjoyed it ... And you really are good at helping others."

Jenny wanted to know what she meant, so I filled her in while we danced. It was a slow dance, and she really got into rubbing her titties against my naked chest. I had never danced in the nude, but this was something I would definitely do again.

"I have to stop," she told me when the song ended, "Or I'm gonna cum right here in front of everyone. You make me so horny! I can't wait until I'm through with my period. I'm going to drag you away somewhere and finish what you started here!"

I danced with all the girls, at least once, but Jenny seemed to keep coming back more often than the rest of them.

At a break, I went to the refreshment table for some fruit punch. Catherine came up to me and said, "Do you know how to do a Foxtrot?"

I nodded.

"Oh good! Come with me." She said, leading me to the dance floor.

She looked at the DJ and nodded, and immediately the music started. We were the only ones on the dance floor and Catherine was good! I loved the Foxtrot, and the more I vamped, pushing and pulling her around me, the more she responded. Finally it ended, with me on one knee and her bent backwards across it. She was panting, and there was lust in her eyes. Everyone applauded.

"That was wonderful, Michael!" she was breathing hard. I'm sure it wasn't totally due to exertion. "You make me feel young again."

"You are young Catherine. Younger than me. And just to be clear, I am going to have you, because I like younger women." I thought back to her.

"Oh my!" she sighed.

I danced with Liz next. I had the suspicion she was just as good as her twin, but she kept the dance low key and I followed suit. "She really enjoys dancing nude, and she sure does like rubbing her tits against me too!" I thought.

They dimmed the lights as they announced the last set. I looked over at Robby. His face was one giant grin. I don't think the girls had let him rest the whole night. The last songs were all slow ones, as a lot of the families with young kids had left, leaving the teenagers and adults.

All the girls seemed to have partners, or had gone back to the Lodge, so for the first time tonight, I was alone. Uncharacteristically, at least for this lifetime, I was sad.

Suddenly, out of the shadows, stepped Nicky. She smiled as she closed in my arms, her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "Michael?"

"Yes my love?"

"Would it be ok for me to stay with you tonight?"

"I would love for you to stay with me."

Then a few moments later, she spoke again, "Michael?"

"Yes?"

"Would it be ok for Grace to stay too?"

I paused. She lifted her head to look at me. "What do you two have in mind?"

"She wants you to ... er ... do what you did for me ... you know ... lick her ... down there!"

She saw me nod as I smiled, and continued, "Then she wants to watch you make love to me."

"Would you like that, Nicky? Making love while she watches?" I asked. I knew she was excited by the thought; I wanted to see if she'd admit it.

"I think so. It gives me chills to think about it!" she said with a giggle. "Does that make me a slut?"

"Would you like to be a slut? For a night?" I asked and pulled her closer to me so she could feel my hardened member against her groin. She moaned. Being able to read people sure made this easier. I could tell she wanted to express her sexual side more. If calling her a slut in bed did it for her, who was I to judge.

"Grace will dance the last two songs with you, and then we will take you to my room. We got one of the rooms with a double bed." She said breathlessly, "Then when you finish taking her with that wonderful tongue of yours, I'll be your slutty sister for the night." Her eyes were glowing with lust.

"Is Grace OK with you there?" I asked.

"Ask her!" she said as she melted out of my arms, to be replaced by a very sexually charged Grace.

They had dimmed the lights in the Pavilion for the last set. So I felt her more than I saw her envelop herself against me. Little Mike was enjoying this and let her know. Grace just kept rubbing her moist pussy against the top of my leg, making my leg wet too, as she squeezed her tummy against my stiff cock. We danced the whole song without a word.

She didn't let go as the music changed to another slow love song, and without looking at me, she whispered, "Nicky told you?"

"Um-hm. She said you wanted to try having your pussy licked until you screamed." I whispered in her ear.

She moaned.

"Then I'm supposed to keep going until you finally pass out." I added.

"Oh god!" I felt my leg suddenly get wetter. "Now! Let's go now!" she said as she almost ran to the door pulling me by the hand. Nicky saw us and followed.

"Can't wait?" Nicky giggled.

"I'm so-o-o turned on. Michael keeps whispering sexy things to me. I'm gonna die if I can't feel him touch me, like now! I think if I was already on the pill, tonight would be the night!"

Grace's sexy chatter had them both wound up. I could feel the quiver of their little pussies vibrating through their bodies, as we ran up the hill to Lodge.



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Chapter 51


The bedside lamp was on, and the bed was already turned down. I also saw a damp washcloth and a towel lying nearby. Someone had planned ahead. The girls dragged me in the door then stopped. Grace stood there not sure how to proceed.

"Remember what Anna told us?" Nicky asked Grace.

"You mean about how if we get the guy off first, he'll last longer?" Grace replied

"Yeah! And we do want him to last a LONG time tonight!" Nicky said.

Sitting me on the edge of the bed, Grace spread my legs and knelt between them, staring at my raging cock. She reached out her hand, wrapping it around my cock and slowly stroked it up and down it length.

"God, that feels good!" I said to her. After dancing with naked girls all night, Little Mike was more than ready. "It's not gonna take much more stimulation for me to cum!" I thought.

"Good!" they both thought back to me at the same time.

Grace smiled as she continued to stroke up and down. Nicky knelt next to Grace.

"Wanna see what Anna showed me?" She asked Grace as she reached her hand to wrap it around my throbbing staff, just above Grace's hand. Then moving up and down with Grace, she showed her how to twist slightly as she reached the head of my cock, just under the glans.

"Ah-h-h ... that ... is ... fantastic... !" I groaned. They continued stroking my raging staff, switching hands several times, which caused me to almost reach my peak, only to back off again. I was too wound up to concentrate on reading them, but I don't think they realized how much they were teasing me. "Then again, maybe they do!" I thought. They both smiled at that.

Then Grace asked Nicky, "I want to taste it ... should I?

"Anna does and she says it's great! She says it even tastes great when he cums in her mouth. And she says it makes her feel powerful or in control or something." Nicky said.

"Heaven help me if she ever does figure it out. I'll be a goner for sure!" I thought. Nicky grinned real big at me.

Grace didn't respond because she had already started licking the head of my cock. Then kissing the tip, she spread her lips and slowly lowered her mouth over the head, taking me in as far as she could. Slowly, up and down, it was agonizing and heavenly all at once.

"Keep stroking him while you suck it," Nicky told her. "Anna says to keep your hand there so he doesn't accidently push down your throat too far."

Grace was quickly moving from amateur to pro at this. I moaned again. Grace stopped and looked at Nicky. "I think he likes this. Wanna try?"

Nicky quickly took over and was more aggressive. She licked and sucked, taking me in until she choked on her gag reflex, and pulled back.

"I've heard it's possible to take it all the way down your throat if you practice, but I don't think I could." Said Grace.

Nicky didn't stop to respond, but plunged down again, trying to take it all. She gagged again, and then she settled into a fast rhythm of licking and sucking while stroking my shaft with her hand.

I could feel my balls tighten and tried to warn her, "I'm ... cumming... !" but I'm not sure all the words came out, as I erupted in her mouth. Nicky jerked back so I quickly grabbed my dick and pumped furiously, finishing what they had started. The rest of my cum that hadn't gone in Nicky's mouth coated both of their breasts and arms and some even landed on Nicky's face and hair.

I sat there a moment catching my breath, watching as they looked at the pearl necklace on each other. Nicky licked her lips and said, "Not too bad. I think I like it!" then reached out her finger and wiped some off Grace's boob and licked her finger. "Yep! I definitely like this!"

Grace wiped some off the side of Nicky's cheek and tasted. "You're right! This isn't anything like I imagined."

Nicky then reached for me and licked me clean while Grace watched wide-eyed. Then standing, she took the damp cloth and gently wiped off Grace, then me. Nicky grabbed me and kissed me with all the fires of pent-up passions that were consuming her, then releasing me, she turned me towards Grace who was beside the bed. "Go get her tiger! Take her to heaven!" as she pushed me gently towards Grace.

"I love you, sis." I told her.

I turned and taking her in my arms, kissed Grace gently, sharing my passion as it climbed. I read her as I did and discovered that while she had kissed me before, she was surprised at the difference in the intensity this time. She was also afraid. I broke the kiss.

"Grace, I know you're feeling afraid. And I understand your fear. Before we go any farther, I need to make sure you understand that no means no. And you can say no to me at any time."

"I know I can say no, and that you'll respect my wishes. I was just nervous because I've never done this before. Now kiss me so you can lick me and take me to heaven like Nicky said." Grace responded with confidence.

"Order. One kiss with a side of pussy licking, coming up!" I said in my best Waffle House imitation. I kissed her again, this time feeding her passions with some of mine. She had both arms wrapped around me and one leg curled around mine, almost hanging on me as she tried to elevate her little beaver to grind against a straining Little Mike.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, I trailed little kisses up her jaw to her ear, "You, are one phenomenally sexy lady!" I whispered in her ear. She giggled.

I lowered Grace to the bed, spreading her knees, her feet still on the floor. She perched up on her elbows so she could watch as I gently begin kissing the inside of her thighs. I could smell her musky aroma as I licked first one side, then the other, until I neared her swollen pussy with its covering of dark hair. Then trailing my tongue flat, I licked from the bottom to the top of her slit, grazing over her now erect clit. It was the size of a small pea, protruding above the hood.

She moaned loudly, "Oh ... my ... god!"

I licked the outside of her cunt lips, between the hair line and her thigh, and then nibbled on her tiny cunt lips, as her gash blossomed. Then sticking my tongue inside her moist cave, I licked around the inside, up to, but not touching her clit. She moaned again, a hint of frustration in her voice as I purposely teased her.

After that, I'm not sure her moans ever stopped. She grabbed my head, trying to force my lips to her clit, but I resisted, licking her furry furnace walls as far inside as I could. I thought I felt her barrier, but it was just out of reach. I pulled back a moment and looked at her, then pushed her flat on her back, and lifting her legs, bent them until they touched her breasts.

"Hold them there and spread your legs wide for me sweetheart." I said gently. She grabbed her legs, pulling them tighter and spread them wider. So I resumed licking her lips, this time starting at her little rosebud, and tickling it with the tip of my tongue. I ran it slowly up through her gash to her clit, and back again to her ass.

She was surprised when I licked her rosebud, but the second time, she decided it felt good, so I spent a little time licking it, and trying to spear into her ass with my tongue. As she felt my tongue trying to enter her backdoor, she groaned louder, and came, dropping her legs on my shoulders, trying to close them. But my ears could handle the abuse her squeezing legs brought, so I moved to her clit and begin licking it and then sucking it into my mouth. I pulled and stretched it while lashing it with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes-s-s..." She started to chant. I reached around her legs to her nipples and pinching them between my fingers, stretched them as far as I dared.

That was it! The little cums preceding it were nothing compared to the massive wave that engulfed her. She groaned and went limp. Her eyes were bare slits, but that last orgasm had drained her energies. She tried to smile at me.

"That was awesome!" Grace said breathlessly. "Damn! I wish I was already on the pill!"

I read her quickly, and found she was really surprised at how much she had enjoyed having her pussy licked.

Nicky was on her knees behind me. She had watched the whole thing over my shoulder, transfixed at the spectacle. "That was so amazing! Do you think I look like that when you make me cum?" Nicky asked.

I just smiled. I had heard somewhere that women very rarely get to see a vagina from this angle. "Even with a mirror, it's just not the same. So what their pussy really looks like remains something of a mystery for most women, and any mystery can add to their insecurities." I thought.

Nicky threw her arms around me, grinding her rock hard nipples into my back as she whispered in my ear, "Right now, I don't care about what my pussy looks like! It's on fire Michael! Watching you make Grace cum about drove me crazy! Please fuck me now!"

One thing I noticed about Nicky. When she got her motor running, it was flat out. She didn't want to wait for nothing.

"Your wish is my command, my lady." I replied as I lifted Grace around to lie in the bed.

Grace giggled. "You're right. He can be charming when he wants." She said.

Nicky immediately stretched out beside her and spread her legs, her toes pointing to the ceiling.

I knee walked between them until I was facing Nicky's offering. My cock was swollen with desire from licking Grace's virgin pussy and the vista of her legs spread wide caused Little Mike to scream at me to submerge him into this provocative Challenger Deep.

Rubbing the helmet through her swollen folds, it was immediately wet, so I pushed it into her tiny slit slowly, trying to give the small opening time to adjust to my raging manhood.

"On my god! Is it really gonna fit?" Grace whispered loudly. Followed immediately by, "THAT has to hurt!"

I'm not sure Nicky even heard her, so I thought to Grace, "Sweetheart, I don't think Nicky would mind, so if you would like to, touch my arm and I'll show you."

"Do it Gracie! And shut up! You're distracting him and I want it so bad!" Nicky moaned.

Grace touched my arm. I could have done it without her touching me, but it took too much concentration away from what Nicky wanted. But Nicky knew the moment Grace touched me and her passion flared.

I bent over and begin suckling her breast, as I slowly pushed further into the tight tunnel. Her pussy seemed to be sucking me in as she thrust her hips off the bed, trying to impale herself on my swollen member. I kept flexing my hips back, to keep her from going too fast and hurting herself, but she was insistent. So I grabbed her legs, lifting them to my shoulders to take away her leverage, and she quickly pulled them back, almost touching her ears with her toes.

I plunged the rest of the way in.

Because of her position, I could feel the head of my cock touching at the back of her cervix. As the tip slid across the nerves surrounding that opening, she shuddered and wailed, "Fuck me deep Mikey! Just like that! Fuck me... !"

She rocked herself back and forth, each motion forcing my shaft deeper. My helmet teasing the small entrance to her womb until, with a huge push, she forced the head of my cock through the tiny opening. I couldn't do anything because her grip on my cock head was so tight. She kept rocking, and squeezing until I felt my balls rumble, and my shaft grew fractionally larger.

"I'm cumming!" I screamed as my seed painfully forced its way past her cervix's tight grip on the head of my cock, and into her womb.

"Oh-o-o-o ... shit, fuck me-e-e-e... !" she screamed as she came.

I could only lay there basking in her glow, as I waited for my member to wilt enough to be released from the death grip she had on it. This was one of the greatest parts of my gift. Guys shoot, feel the thrill and then it's over. Girls get to luxuriate in their afterglow of their orgasms for a while. So I just lay there savoring it with her.

Finally, Little Mike plopped out. I was actually a little tender from her cervical grip. I fell to her side, opposite of Grace.

Grace was still where I left her, on her back, with one hand squeezing her breast. The other hand was busy frigging her pussy. I leaned over Nicky and sucked hard on the nipple of the breast Grace was squeezing.

She moaned and her eyes flew open at the intrusion. Seeing my mouth on her nipple, she groaned. "Oh Michael! That was so-o-o hot! Take me too. Please! Now!"

I kept sucking as I moved my hand to her pussy. Using my two middle fingers, I curled them into her sopping slit and began a slow steady movement, penetrating in and out in very shallow thrusts, allowing her pussy to stretch to accommodate my larger fingers. I could feel her barrier now, pushing gently against me as she thrust her pelvis at my hand.

"Take me now-w-w..." she pleaded. "Please ... I wanna feel you in me!" I could sense she was reaching the edge.

"Grace, I am gonna fuck you. And I am gonna use my big hard cock to bust your ripe little cherry, when I make a woman out of you! Do you want my big hard cock to fuck you?" I asked her as I curled a third finger into her expanding pussy. I wasn't in that deep, but the width of my third finger stretched her open wider than ever, and pushed her over the edge!

"Oh-o-o-o ... mph-h ... g-g-g-od-d-d... !" she let out a long wail. I slowed my hand, but didn't stop until I felt the aftershock and sensed her increased sensitivity, then gently removed my hand.

"That was wonderful!" Nicky whispered to me. "Why didn't you take her though? You're hard again."

"I can't help being hard when you both are so incredibly sexy! But Grace's first time deserves to be special, and not rushed." I said softly. "Also, if she chooses, it will be without an audience."

"Aw shucks! I wanted to watch!" Nicky said, trying to pout, but smiling too much.

"I don't mind if she watches, just let me rest a minute." Grace said still breathing hard.

"Grace, I told you I would do what you wanted, and I will. But I want it to be special, and you and Nicky have worn me out tonight." I told her. "Besides, I don't have any protection tonight, and you haven't started on the pill yet, have you?" I asked. "Also, I think you need to discuss it with Catherine before you do. I know it would make it better for you if you did. It would also help your relationship with her." I added.

Grace frowned and stuck out her tongue at me. "You sure know how to kill a mood!" she said, halfheartedly. She knew I was right, but raging hormones have trouble seeing that sometimes.

"He's right you know." Nicky said. "That's what I love about him. He's always looking out for us. I talked to Grandmother before I did it the first time. And it really made it better, knowing I wasn't doing it behind her back." She said."

"I know!" Grace whined, "But that was so incredible. Seeing him make love to you..."

"That wasn't making love. That was pure fucking." I clarified.

"Then seeing him fuck you like that was ... like wow!" Grace gushed. "And when you said I could touch him and I felt his ... his thing ... going in you, it was almost as if it was in me too!"

Nicky and Grace embraced, putting their heads together in excited whispers. The replay of the last fifteen minutes would take them well over an hour. And since my usefulness to them was over, I was mostly ignored. I rolled over and closed my eyes, the rush of their excited whispers and giggles floated by in the background.

I slept.



Challenger Deep is a small slot-shaped valley in the floor of The Mariana Trench, in the Pacific Ocean. At almost seven miles deep, it is the deepest part of the world's oceans, and the lowest elevation on the surface of the Earth's crust. –PB





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Chapter 52


May 25, 1971 – Tuesday

Nicky and Grace were still asleep as I crawled out of bed, trying not to wake them. I stretched and started my run to the registration building. By the time I returned, I wasn't nearly as winded as I had been before.

On the grass in front of the lawn, Anna was going through some sort of ritual, moving with grace and poise. I recognized them as some sort of martial arts katas or forms. I did my cool down stretches as I watched her.

After a few minutes, she stopped, and picking up her towel to wipe off the perspiration, she said "Good morning!"

"Good morning to you." I replied. "And welcome back. When did you get in?"

"Thanks. I got back late last night." Anna said, "I'm surprised to see you up this early. Especially after all the racket I heard coming from Nicky and Randi's room so late!" she teased.

"Adults tend to forget the resiliency of youth, especially once they've passed thirty and senility sets in." I teased back.

Anna made a face at me, but didn't say anything.

I quickly asked, "What were the moves?"

"They're from my martial arts. They are called katas. Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"Not that I remember." I laughed. "Could you show me how?"

"They're not hard to learn, but they can take a lifetime to master. Come stand next to me."

And with that, she began instructing me. I found it was easier if I read her instead of just listening. I found her relaxed yet focused, as she led me through the movements. It didn't take her long to realize I was reading her. She seemed to sense it, because she stopped speaking and began to think her corrections to my movement. "No. Don't force it!" she thought. "Here, watch this..." and she began to show me what it should look like. " Now, breathe in and exhale..." and we began again.

Sarah, Julie, and Jennifer were standing on the porch watching as we finished. I was feeling the ache of muscles that had not been used very much in the last six weeks. But a hot shower and lots of water to drink would take care of that.

"Whatcha doing?" Asked Julie.

"Anna was showing me some of her martial arts katas."

"Her what?"

"They're a system of basic body positioning and movement exercises, used to practice certain martial arts. They are also called forms." Explained Anna.

"And you and Julie, and the other girls are going to learn them too." I said. "As soon as Anna agrees to teach us!" I grinned at Anna.

She looked thoughtful, and then said, "That's not a bad idea. I could show you some basics, then, when you get home, we'll find you a sensei."

Julie was excited, but Jennifer looked concerned. "But ... why?" she asked.

I mounted the steps to the porch, and took both her hands in mine. "Because ... you are beautiful, and sexy, and I don't want anyone taking advantage of you when I'm not around!" I told her.

"Not to mention it will help you become sexier!" Anna added.

"Sexier?" this from Sarah.

"Martial arts aren't all about breaking boards and throwing people around. They also teach grace, poise, breathing, self-awareness, and self-control. Not to mention the benefits of regular exercise. All of which add to a woman's inner beauty and sexiness."

"Can pregnant women do it too?" Sarah asked, clearly interested now.

"Of course. At least the katas, for now. We'll need to consult with my sensei about any special requirements." Anna said.

Turning to me, Anna said, "I'll be glad to check on a sensei for you when you go home, if you'd like."

"That would be great!" I smiled. "Now, I've got to get a shower. Are you all headed to breakfast?"

"Yeah. Julie and I get to work with Sandy this morning on a special project." Jennifer said.

"Then I'll see you in the Dining Hall in a little while." I said as they headed down the hill to the Dining Hall.

Anna was already in the communal showers when I got there. I could sense she was upset, so I didn't tease her. I felt her sadness and confusion, and I could see her eyes were wet. Instead I shared my concern for her.

"You wanna tell me what's going on, or do I just need to read you?" I asked gently.

"Oh Michael. Would you? Read me I mean. I don't know if I could tell it all without crying again.

So I did.



Anna and her Aunt Jaye had flown to Washington DC on Sunday morning. She and Jaye met her father at his townhouse, and after a late lunch, they settled in the living room, Anna in a chair, and her Dad and his sister on the couch.

"Anna, honey," her dad stammered out, "after I got your call Friday night, I called Jaye. We talked it over and decided it's time to lay all the cards on the table, so to speak. I ... ah..." her dad couldn't seem to find the words.

"It was the summer of '38." Jaye said softly. "Your dad had just graduated from West Point. He was 22. I was 17. I had been in love with him for as long as I could remember. I'll never forget the day we picked him up at the train station in Pueblo. He was dressed in his uniform, with all those ribbons and medals pinned to his breast. He looked magnificent! And I decided right then that I just had to have him one time before he went off to marry that girl from Boston and maybe even go to war. In my mind I think I rationalized that it might be the last time I ever saw him alive."

She looked at Anna as she continued. "I knew we only had two weeks before we all had to go back east to the wedding, so that night, after everyone went to sleep, I slipped into his room and climbed naked into bed with him."

"Fuck!" said Anna, looking not at Jaye, but her father.

"Before Jaye tries to take all the blame," The General said, "I was the older brother and should have stopped her. But, you see, I had been in love with her for years. That night was the first time I had ever gotten to tell her, and in the heat of the moment, I did."

"We spent every possible moment we could together. It was hard to do without mom and dad finding out." Jaye took up the narrative again. "And I spent every night in his arms, going back to my room just before the sun rose every morning. And let me tell you, when I was with him, it was pure heaven, but every time I left him, it was agony."

At the end of the two weeks, we all boarded the train for Boston to watch him get married, to your mother." Jaye continued. "I was racked with grief at his leaving, knowing he was out of my life for good. " She was crying now, barely able to speak as she remembered.

"Your mother was a good woman, Anna." Said The General. "And she deserved better than me. But she was the only child from a family with a long military history, and she was pressured by them to marry a soldier. I needed the connections her family offered if I was to go anywhere in the Army, so it was a marriage of convenience. I like to think that it would grow to love, before it ended." He said sadly.

"School was starting before I finally admitted I was pregnant." Jaye picked up the tale. "Dad did everything he could short of beating me, to get me to tell him who the father was, but I never did. I dropped out of school, and the next March, I was the mother of a bright eyed baby boy. Freddy was the light of my life, and I stayed on the ranch, helping my parents, and they helped me raise him. I wrote Manny often, but I never told him he was a father."

Manny placed his hand on hers as she continued. "It was after the war, when Manny came home for daddy's funeral that I finally told him. I had to. The resemblance was uncanny."

"You mean I have a brother?" asked Anna incredulously.

"Had. He died this spring in Viet Nam. Operation Lam Son was a fiasco, and his platoon was wiped out." Her dad said. Jaye was weeping quietly.

"I never told your mother." Manny told Anna. "He was just about 6 months older than you and I'm sure she would not have understood. Incest is a very good reason to be kicked out of the Army. So I told no one and begin to look for a way to help Jaye."

"Buddy was my driver in North Africa, and later Italy. One day, October 23rd of '43, we were moving north, behind two divisions, when we ran over a land mine. Our jeep was thrown upside down, pinning Buddy under it in a rain swollen ditch. I was hurt, but had been thrown clear. Somehow, I was able to crawl to Buddy. I tried to push the jeep off of him, but it was too heavy for an injured man. So I sat there, holding his head out of the water so he wouldn't drown. I sat with him like that for the rest of the day and all night, in a pouring rain.

Anna could only stare, as this side of her father's life was finally revealed.

"We were finally found by a squadron of tanks, trailing the troops. Buddy was evac'd out, but I decided to stay. It was only a busted ankle, and at the time, I didn't have time to slow down and take proper care of it. So it never did heal up well. That's why you see me limp sometimes when it's cold and rainy out. It would be over two years before I saw Buddy again."

"After your grandfather's funeral," her dad told Anna, "I returned to Washington. I was a Colonel, stationed at the Pentagon and on my way to General. I happened to run into Buddy, who was being discharged. We went to a bar and got shit-faced for old times' sake. As we caught up with each other's lives, he confessed the full extent of his injuries and how he despaired of ever finding a wife. I realized he and Jaye were close in age and begin to hatch a plan in my head to get them together. About 3 months later, I talked him in to coming out to the ranch with me. He had grown up on a small ranch in Texas, and fell in love with the place. Jaye though, was a different story."

"When your Dad introduced us, I hated the idea. I'm afraid I wasn't very nice to Buddy at first. I mean, it wasn't the fact he couldn't have sex," she blushed as she said it. "Lord knows I had never had much to begin with. But something about my brother fixing me up just didn't sit right. So your Dad convinced me to hire him on as a foreman, since Daddy was gone. And over time, he grew on me. We became friends, and then best friends. It was actually wonderful to finally have someone my own age to talk to. And he was so good for Freddy, too. Eventually he convinced me to marry him."

"But if Buddy couldn't have sex, what about Sandy?" Anna suddenly asked.

Dead silence!

"Sandy is actually your half-sister too." Her dad said.

The General sighed, then said, "You see, your mother decided she didn't want to leave Boston, and her horses. The fact is, she hated Washington, and since I was working long hours, trying to move up the ladder, she decided to just stay in Boston. She said she didn't want to take you out of school. And she loved her horses more than anything else in the world, except you."

"So your dad and Buddy reached an agreement, and every time he would visit, Buddy would check the west ranges." Jaye explained. "When Sandy was born, everyone just assumed she was Buddy's. And we decided that it was for the best."

"Anna, she doesn't know." Her father told her.

"Do I have any other half siblings anywhere?" Anna asked angrily.

"I probably deserved that." Manny said. "But no. I've only ever been with your mother and Jaye." He paused and then added, " ... and one other." Looking directly at her.



I just held Anna as she cried.

Finally, she raised her swollen eyes to me and asked, "What am I going to do Michael?"

I took her to her room and put her to bed. I could tell the emotional healing had begun.



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Chapter 53


Julie and Jennifer were leaving with Sandy as I arrived at the Dining Hall. So I grabbed my breakfast and went to the table where they had just ate and asked Sarah if I could join her.

"Please do, Michael. I was just having a cup of coffee and enjoying the view." She said as I sat down. I didn't say anything. I could tell she had something on her mind, but I didn't pry.

Finally she said, "Julie and Jennifer have both told me they are going to have sex with you."

I remained silent. This was her arguing with herself.

"Was that one of them I heard squealing in Randi's room last night?" Sarah asked testily.

"No," I replied softly.

"Then you must have been fucking their older sister, who didn't even have the courtesy to come talk to me first!"

"That was uncalled for Sarah. You were the one who told them you would answer their questions and provide a safe environment to grow sexually in. Making catty comments about others is beneath you."

Sarah bowed her head so I couldn't see her eyes that were now filling with tears.

"I have told both Jennifer and Julie I would help them explore their own sexualities, but before they lost their virginity, they should talk with you. That you could help them. Now, I'm not so sure my council was wise." I said.

"I don't know why this is so hard for me. I talked with Mom last night, and John. I know I've been rough on you. I'm sorry. It's just hard to accept that they're growing up."

"They're not grown yet. And something tells me they are going to need you more, not less in the future." I said.

"I thought ... I mean, she told Mom she was ready and all." She stopped and thought a minute. Finally, she asked "Maybe you should just tell me, or I'll just keep jumping to wrong conclusions."

I could sense some jealousy when she mentioned Randi talking to Liz. So I told her, "Sarah, last night at the dance, Randi said she was ready to lose her virginity, but I could sense some reluctance. I won't tell you all of it, but a great deal of it has to do with the idea of not being able to talk to you. So I told her I was honored that she would give me so precious a gift, but I wouldn't do it until she talked with you."

She just looked at me. "But what about all the noise we heard? I know I heard her scream." She blushed as she said it.

"Sorry. She was kinda loud. And just to put your mind at ease, Sarah, the squealing you heard was not one of your daughters. And we were not fucking. A young lady had her first experience with cunnilingus. That's all. No virgins were sacrificed last night."

"Cunnilingus? She was screaming like that just from having her twat licked?" Sarah was incredulous. Then, as she realized what must have happened, she said, ""Holy shit! Maybe John was right!"

"About... ?"

She stopped and blushed deeply. She tried to ignore what she had just said, and then she remembered that I could sense her and so already knew. "He ... he ... said if I was so worried, I should try you out myself first." she finally stammered out.

I stood and held out my hand. "Come on." I said.

She looked torn, but finally she took my hand and stood. As we walked to the door, Liz and Catherine were coming in. I stopped and said, "Sarah and I are going to my room, we'll see you all after while."

Sarah said nothing and would not look at them. Liz smiled. I detected envy in her emotions. I gave Catherine the whole conversation without pausing as I led a quiet Sarah past them, up the hill to the Lodge.

I led her to my room. The bed was still made, since I had spent the night with Randi and Nicky. She looked at it then at me, then sitting on the edge, the dam broke, the tears flooded out, and shortly, the rest of the story.

"Three years ago, John was diagnosed with testicular cancer." The words tumbled out amid the tears. "They caught it early, but the treatments were terrible and we thought had rendered him sterile. What was worse was that it also destroyed most of his libido." She was sobbing again.

"Oh, he tries to satisfy me if I asked him to. Mostly, he uses his hands and mouth to get me off but it's upsetting for him, and after a while, I quite asking." She said sadly.

"But still being in my prime, he worries about me and so every once in a while, he makes an effort. About a month ago, he won a huge case with a multi-million dollar settlement. He came home so excited he couldn't even make it to the bedroom. He took me right there in the kitchen. We haven't fucked like that in years. It was like old times and I loved it." She smiled briefly as she remembered. "That must have been when I got pregnant." She added.

She was silent a moment, then continued. "Anyway, he hasn't been able to do much of anything since then, except the other night at Anna's. So I have been going up the walls with desire. Almost as if I was a teenager again."

She saw me start at that and quickly said, "Yes Michael, I can remember what it was like, and you'd think I would have been more sympathetic towards the girls. But instead of understanding, I became bitter. I am frustrated and jealous. Then I found out I was pregnant and what with the hormonal change of being pregnant, coupled with my natural sex drive, I have been a literal basket case." Sarah tried to laugh, but it was a bitter laugh.

"Does John know any of this?" I asked.

"John knows all this. He was the one that pointed it out to me last Friday night, when I tried to go back on my word to the girls. He said he knew the hormonal changes going on in my body were pushing my emotional buttons, and even though I had tried to ignore it, he said I had set myself up for that age old conflict of man, or in this case, woman, trying to go against Mother Nature. That's when he said that if I was worried about what you would do to Jen, I should just try you out for myself first."

"Do you think he was serious when he said it?"

"I wondered that myself. I was so desperate; I even considered it at the time. I guess I kinda lost it after that. I mean, there's no way I would have let him fondle me and get me off in front of my daughters like that if I hadn't been so mixed up inside and so damned horny." Sarah looked at me and asked, "Did you know I was fantasizing that it was your hands rubbing me that night." She dropped her head and blushed.

I nodded, but she didn't see. Her confession was more important to her than me.

"Anyway, so here I am, thirty three years old, pregnant again, married to a wonderful man who has lost his desire for sex, and suddenly, all that my three teenage daughters want to talk about, is their own sexual discovery. It's no wonder I feel jealous and insecure. I just don't know what to do about it." She sighed with resignation. "Besides, there's no way my sexy, sixteen year old nephew would ever be interested in a middle aged pregnant woman; especially with all this prime pussy around!"

I sat on the edge of the bed beside her and wrapped my arm around her. "You poor thing!" I whispered as I ran my hand up and down her bare back and shoulders. I scanned her pretty deep and picked one of her fantasies she kept buried.

"Interesting!" I thought

But before I continued, I needed to check John's feelings on the whole matter. So I focused now as I scanned the ranch for John. I hoped he wasn't off somewhere too far away. He was in the stables with Grace and Natalie and Jeff. I had never read someone from this distance before, but I had to know how John felt about this before I proceeded.

I was focused so intently, my hands stopped moving on Sarah, causing her to look at me. It took me a minute to sort through everything in John, mostly because Sarah was right; he had very little emotion associated with anything having to do with sex. Neither was there any jealousy I could detect. I came to a decision.

Grabbing Sarah, I pulled her over my knees and smacked her bottom. Hard. Twice on each cheek.

She squealed and flung her hands back to protect her already red ass. I grabbed both arms, twisting them up behind her and held them against her back with my left hand, as I proceeded to smack her bottom, alternating cheek to cheek.

After twenty or so licks, she had squirmed half off my lap, so I jerked her back into position, and said, "Why you little bitch! Do you realize how much damage you could have done to your daughters? How you not only have made their lives miserable, but now they're afraid to talk to you? How you have made it so they have to sneak around behind your back?"

I continued the smacks, slightly harder but with more time between them.

"I've a good mind to call the police and have them removed from your custody!"

"No-o-o..." she wailed.

I hated to see her pain, but her fantasy called for it, and there was a lot of truth in it. She was carrying a lot of emotional baggage, and guilt and frustration were a majority of that baggage, so I continued.

"What do you think the police would do if I told them you propositioned a minor for sex?"

"Oh-o-o No-o-o... ! I didn't!" she cried. "I didn't do it."

"Keep practicing that line. You can use it when they haul your ass in chains, before a judge." I said as evilly as I could. She bawled and renewed her struggles, but now it was to get away from me. I let her slide to the floor, and stood. Opening my drawer, I found what I wanted and turned back to her. She was sitting on the floor, her knees drawn up, and her arms around them. She watched me through scared eyes, still sniffling.

I grabbed her arm near the shoulder and hauled her to her feet. Then twisting her around, I pulled both hands and bound them quickly behind her back with the cloth belt from my bathrobe. With her fingers touching the elbow of the opposite arm, I pulled the belt tight.

The beds were twin beds on a metal frame with no footboard, so I marched her to the foot of the narrow bed and pushed her face down on the mattress. Then reaching in my suitcase, I pulled two ties from it and spreading her legs until she straddled the narrow bunk, proceeded to tie her ankles to the metal feet of the frame.

I ran my hand gently over her tender ass. "I cannot believe you would jeopardize your daughter's future just because you weren't getting any cock in you hairy little cunt." I said menacingly. "I think that I'll take care of that little problem right now!"

"No-o-o... !" She cried. "I'm married! You can't do this to me!"

I stood beside the bed stroking my now ridged cock inches from her face. "Open up bitch! Suck it! And you better get it good and wet unless you want me to dry fuck you." I snarled.

She turned her head away. "No! Michael. You can't do this. I'm your aunt. I'll tell your grandmother."

"Go ahead." I growled. "Would you like me to call her?"

She was silent. Her heart racing, her breathing ragged.

"I think she would enjoy watching me fuck you! She's as tired of your shitty attitude as I am. In fact, I'll call Aunt Liz too. I think your mother might like to see you get fucked as well. Then maybe your mom and aunt can take turns blistering your ass, and then I'll fuck that too." I grabbed her by the hair and twisted her head back towards my enraged member.

"And if you bite me, I'll ram my cock all the way up your tight little asshole without anything. Do you understand?"

She had tears in her eyes, but there was also something else. If I hadn't been reading her, I still would have recognized it. It was pure lust. She was getting wildly turned on. She moaned as she swallowed my cock, lapping it greedily, forcing it deeper than I would have.

"Damn, she's really into this!" I thought.

I went on autopilot then, reading her constantly. If she imagined me saying or doing something, I did it for her. Mostly, it was guilt about being a bad mother, but some was about being a bad wife. She knew that John loved her and had told her she could fuck me, but she hadn't accepted it yet. She also knew she loved him and fucking me wouldn't destroy their relationship. John was pretty secure about it too, although he felt some guilt for not being able to do more. That was why I had scanned him. To make sure he was ok with this.

Sarah, on the other hand, had a rape fantasy. About being taken against her will and fucked long and hard, possibly by even more than one man. Realizing that her fantasy might be about to happen had made her pussy sopping wet. But also, somewhere in Sarah's twisted fantasy, she rationalized that if it was rape, she wasn't cheating. The punishment, while I could find no indication it was part of the fantasy, was serving to purge her massive guilt for her recent attitude towards the rest of the family.

Added to the punishment, and the being tied up and helpless to prevent it, and the potential to finally have her brains fucked out after not having a dick inside her cunt for over a month, the idea of her aunt and mother seeing her like this had sent her into that state of total arousal where reading her was almost futile, as there was no way for me to decipher any details from what she was feeling.

So I reached out and connected with Catherine. I didn't explain. Just all of a sudden, she could feel what Sarah was feeling.

"Oh my god!" Catherine exclaimed. I have no ideas if it was out loud, or just so Sarah and I could hear. But Sarah heard her and screeched.

When I saw her reaction, I added Liz and John to the mix. Liz's "Oh my god!" echoed Catherine's.

"What the fuck?" John thought.

Then realizing what was happening, he chuckled. His first thought was she deserved whatever punishment she got, so I let her feel that.

"Oh-o-o-o... !" Moaned Sarah in shame.

Then I sensed he was desperately searching a place to be alone in the barn, which I skipped sharing.

My earlier words must have been prophesy, because Liz and Catherine were now eager to see her being punished and I let Sarah feel them. She moaned deeply, her embarrassment driving her lust to heretofore unheard of heights.

Still reading her for any clues, I knew when she was ready, so I pulled my slick cock from her mouth and went to the end of the bed. I purposely pushed at her already spread legs and growled "Spread 'em! Spread those legs wider so I can get to that tight little pussy. Wider!"

She refused to react. So I said, "I guess I'll just have to show your daughters what happens when you do not obey!" Immediately I tapped Randi, Jennifer, and Julie.

"Holy shit!" Cried the twins together.

"Mom!" cried Randi as she became aware, "What did you do?"

"No-o-o- o..." Sarah wailed now. All three daughters stopped what they were doing and plunged themselves emotionally into the scene. I let Sarah feel some of it then smacked her hard on her bottom. Alternating from cheek to cheek, I repeated my admonishments concerning how she had treated her family. Everyone connected to her could feel her shame as it turned to remorse and finally lust.

She must have had her fantasy since she was a teen, because the 'Sarah' she kept envisioning was a teenager. So I played along. "So tell me Sarah, what grade are you in?"

Sarah moaned.

I reached down and stroked her swollen cunt, running a finger lightly through her lips. My finger was drenched.

"Have any of those horrid little boys at school been doing this to your little pussy, Sarah? Have they had their nasty fingers up your tight little pussy?"

She groaned louder, "Ah-h- ... ng-g ... ng-g-g-g..."

"So ... Little Sarah's been letting those nasty boys put their nasty little fingers in her nasty little cunt, heh?"

"No-o-o-o..." she groaned.

Sliding my middle finger into her sopping pussy I said "And was Little Sarah a naughty girl and let those awful boys put their tiny little peckers up your tight little pussy?"

She came. I forgot to shut off the connection so she caused me to hesitate for a minute. There was too much going on to check the girls to see how her cumming had affected them. Removing my finger slowly from her pussy, I slid it to her ass and begin to tease her rosebud. She was still in a post orgasmic bliss, but responded to my finger, lifting her hips and trying to impale my finger in her ass

.

I pulled my hand away and grabbed her hair as I finally slid my throbbing cock into her cunt.

"O God-d-d. Fuck me-e-e-e!" she cried.

I did. She was moving so much it was hard to get a rhythm going. So I held still as she twisted and writhed on my cock, and focused on keeping my cock seated in her throbbing pussy. After a few minutes, I reached up and released the cloth belt I had tied around her arms, but surprisingly, she didn't move her arms, keeping them where they had been tied. I was fucking her as hard as I dared, the sweat dripping from me, but she wanted more.

Finally, I begin to tire and the effort not to cum was supreme, so I added a little fuel to her fire saying, "So Little Sarah likes to have her tight little pussy filled with cock. Wait 'til I tell the guys on the team. You'll have the whole teamed lined up to fuck your little pussy. Just think, all those little boy dicks fucking Little Sarah's tight little teenaged pussy; one after the other, over and over, until your belly is swollen with cum."

Her moans turned to a continuous string of little grunts and squeaks as I pounded her harder. She was close, so I added, "And then, they'll all line up and fuck your tight little asshole."

I pushed my finger up her ass to the first knuckle, breaking off our mental connection just as a massive wave of orgasmic ecstasy engulfed her. She let out a long low wail that climbed to a shriek, until finally, she collapsed. She had fallen off my cock, but my need for release was too great, so I stroked it a couple of times with my hand and squirted my cum all over her ass, as I sagged to my knees, exhausted.

After resting a moment, I found a t-shirt in my drawer and softly wiped off Sarah's ass where I came on her, and then I untied her ankles. She watched me through narrow slits, saying nothing, as I moved her under the covers. I was sitting on the edge of the narrow bed, thinking about my new life, when she opened her eyes and looked at me. She gasped as she remembered something and her hand shot to her pussy. Feeling no foreign cum between her legs, she looked at me in confusion.

"Didn't you... ?" she started.

I shook my head no.

"But I thought... ?" she started again. She was becoming an expert with these half questions.

"Are you OK? Are you hurting anywhere?" I asked; the concern apparent in my voice.

She studied for a minute, gingerly moving her limbs slightly. "My shoulders are a little stiff. Other than that, everything seems fine. Did you leave any marks?"

Again I just shook my head. "Your bottom is a little red. But no marks."

She studied me, looking up at my face. Finally she said, "You're amazing! How did you know?"

"Sarah, I've already told you. You can have few secrets from me."

"When did you first find out?"

"Uh, Friday night. When John was rubbing your tits." I grinned.

"Oh no! John. What will he... ?" she asked, alarmed as she remembered she had just been fucked for the first time by a man other than her husband,

"He knows Sarah." I said softly. "I even let him feel your climax. I think it pleased him. He seemed happy. He's currently watching Grace and Natalie help the vet deliver a calf down at the stables." I supplied.

"How... ? How can you do that?" she asked.

"Sarah, like I said, he already knows, and if I'm any judge of character, he was happy for you. He understands your problem, and he understands his. He knows I'm not gonna replace him in your life or your heart. I simply helped you meet a need."

"Why?" She asked, tears in her eyes again, "Why are you doing this for me?"

I took her in my arms and hugged her, stroking her hair and whispered in her ear, "That's easy. I did it for Jennifer. And for Julie and for Randi. I told you about what the Old One showed me where they were headed in life. What I didn't tell you was that he told me the future was not yet written and so it could be influenced and changed. He said I could help do that. That it was why I was sent here, to this time and place."

"Sent here?"

"Yes. And if I accomplish my mission, those girls will have a major role in shaping the destiny of mankind. Along with Candy and Mandy, your unborn daughters and Debbie's triplets too. But I don't have any other details, so don't ask. I just know that it's important they grow up safe and happy and are prepared to take on big challenges in the future."

"You might as well tell her the rest." Catherine said.

Sarah and I both turned our heads at her words.

"There's more?" Sarah asked. I could tell she was overwhelmed.

"Sarah, the real question is what are YOU going to do?" I asked her.

"I don't know what to do." Sarah cried.

Catherine responded sharply to that saying, "Sarah Sanders! Your daughters need you! And without all this extra emotional baggage you've been carrying around. I think it's time you sit down with them and clear the air. After all, you want them to be honest with you. So maybe it would help if they understood it was a two way street, the honesty that is."

"Oh. By-the-way Catherine, not only did I let you and John feel her punishment and climax, I also shared it with Liz, Randi, Jennifer, and Julie." I said. "And Debbie and the twins too."

"You didn't!" she screamed at me. "Tell me you really didn't show that to my daughters! Or my mother! Oh god-d-d-d..." Sarah wailed. "I'm so embarrassed! How can I ever face them again?"

"It's OK Sarah." Catherine said. "You should have a few minutes to figure that out. I just happened to be in my room. The rest are scattered around the ranch and should take more time to get here."

Then to me, Catherine asked, "They ARE on their way, aren't they?"

I scanned, and just nodded. "Aunt Liz and Debbie are the closest." I replied.

Then turning to Sarah I said, "I will tell you everything else when you are ready. But I think you have some family matters to attend right now."

I stood to leave, and then turned to face both of them. "There will also come a time, when the others must know as well. But for now, let's keep this ... this prophecy between the three of us. It would not serve any purpose, and could hurt them if they knew about it just yet. I'm sure the Old One will let me know when the time is right to tell them. For now, our job, yours and mine, is to keep them safe and help them grow happy and strong."

"Can I tell John?" she asked.

"I think you should. I think you should tell him everything." She blushed at this.

"He already knows most of what we did, and how you felt about it. Remember, there can be no secrets with me."

I left them there and went to find something to eat. I was starved.



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Chapter 54


I ate lunch in the Dining Hall by myself. Grace and Natalie were still with the vet at the stables. John and Jeff were still there too. The rest of the girls had moved to Liz and Catherine's room to check on Sarah. I scanned briefly, but the emotions were running rampant as I would expect, so I tuned it out without delving any deeper. If they needed me, I'd know.

I decided to go swimming and went by my room to get a towel and some sun tan lotion. In 1971, they had not coined the term sunscreen yet.

"I don't know why I bothered with the sun tan lotion since it looks like it may rain." I thought.

I put some on anyway, remembering that I had heard you could still get burnt, even if it's cloudy. I dived in the cool water, swimming out to the floating dock they had anchored in the middle of the small lake.

There were several families on the beach, and I could hear the kids playing in the water as I lay on the raft by myself and gazed up at the gathering clouds. There were no other teens my age, I noted. I closed my eyes and promptly fell asleep.

It was the raindrops on my body that woke me. I shivered because it had turned colder and the wind was up. So diving back in the water, I swam for the shore. Then gathering my stuff, I headed for the Lodge.

I scanned as I walked. No apparent danger anywhere.

The girls were all still in Liz and Catherine's room, emotions calmer, but still buzzing. John and Jeff were on the front porch of the Lodge. Grace and Natalie were moving; along with another I didn't know.

"They must still be with the vet doing something." I thought.

Anna was with Sandy in the reception building.

I was drenched as I reached the Lodge, and nodding hi to John and Jeff, I started inside to get a shower. John said, "Michael, Could we have a word with you?"

I stopped, and turned back to where they were sitting, reading him as I did. He seemed calm, as I took the rocking chair on the other side of him. The rain was coming down harder now.

Jeff stood up and said, "I'm going to find us a beer. Would you like one Michael?"

"Sure. That would be great! Thanks," I said reflexively, before realizing that I was only sixteen again. But if they noticed, neither one said anything.

After Jeff went inside, John said. "I wanted to thank you for including me in what you did this morning. Damn, it was hot! I had to excuse myself from the others and find some privacy." He chuckled. "Ever since the chemo, I just haven't been able to really satisfy her. She's in her sexual prime you know. And I just wanted to let you know I'm ok with it and to thank you."

"Ah ... you're welcome?" I said hesitantly.

"I figured out most of it last Friday night. I'm just glad I could help. I really meant it when I said I was doing it for the girls. I know you're their father and you love them and will do everything you can. But I do have a mission to protect them and help them develop. And I take it seriously. But girls need their mom, and she needed to get on the same page with everyone else."

"You said the Old One thinks they will change the world?" he asked.

"I said that the Old One said the girls will have a major role in shaping the destiny of mankind. And I also said he told me nothing about how. But if I do my job, I believe he will guide me, and maybe even them when the time is right."

"Well, it seems you have shaken up our lives, with your warning about what could have happened to them, and with your ... er ... gift. I want you to know how glad I am you woke up from that coma, and to tell you if you decide to move down here, you'll always be welcome at our place." John said sincerely.

"Also, if you need it, you have my blessings or whatever to keep taking care of them. And that goes for Sarah too. Only, sometimes, it could get a little ... uh ... uncomfortable. I mean you sharing her emotions with me. I could see it happening while I am in court, for instance" He laughed. "Now that might be difficult to explain to a Judge." We both laughed.

I assured him, that if it ever happened again, I would check before I shared.

"But I am not convinced it will. She was pretty shaken by having sex with someone other than you after she calmed down this morning." I told him.

He just smiled condescendingly at me.

Jeff returned with three beers and passed them out. Taking a drink, I thought, "Damn! That's good. It's been a while since I had a cold brewski."

John smiled knowingly and said, "Somehow, I don't think you've seen the last of Sarah. At least until she gets too pregnant to fuck. We'll see."

Jeff asked if he had missed the answer. John said, "No. I was waiting on you to get back."

Then to me he said, "Jeff and I were wondering if your glimpses of the future might have included any financials?"

"Like stocks and bonds?" I asked.

"Yeah. Or any major events that might affect the market." Added Jeff

"Would it help to know if a company is still going to be around at the turn of the century?"

"Definitely!" Jeff said.

Well, there are several companies that will still be profitable in the year 2000. They include Teledyne, IBM, Coca Cola, Disney, Toyota, Mercedes, Honda, Cisco, Gillette, Pepsi, GE, and HP."

"Wait!" said Jeff as he dashed back inside. He returned a moment later with pencil and paper. So I repeated them for him.

Also, McDonalds is going to announce a stock split tomorrow, so any share you buy today will eventually be worth 200 shares. And a company called Walmart will do the same on Friday. It will eventually become the largest retail company in the world. I just don't know if you'll be able to do anything about getting some of their stock from up here." I said.

"Oh. And there's a new airline, Southwest Airlines, that has an IPO coming the first week of June. Forty years from now, they will be the largest and most profitable airline in the country.

"Damn! I've got to find Anna and get use of a phone!" said Jeff.

I concentrated for a minute then said, "She's still in the office up at the registration desk with Sandy."

Jeff groaned as he looked at the rain and envisioned the long walk.

"Wait a minute." I said and focused on Anna.

"Anna," I thought to her, not sure if I could actually hear her from here.

"Yes Michael?" she thought back to me.

"Jeff needs to use a phone concerning some urgent financial business. We're at the Lodge and its pouring. What should he do?" I thought to her.

"He can use the extension there in my room in the lodge. It's not secure, but dad thinks the threat has been greatly reduced since the Russians have been told about you taking over the company."

I relayed the information to Jeff and he went back inside to make his calls.

"Thanks pretty lady!" I thought back to her, sending a mental image of what I'd like to do to her private parts as a tease. "Will I see you at supper?"

"You'd better! Now I have to get back to my work. I can't concentrate with you sending me dirty pictures like this." She laughed.

John just looked at me, smiling. "I can think of a hundred ways you could make money with a gift like that!" he said, and then added, "But if anyone outside the family ever found out about your gift, we'd all be in even greater danger."

"That's one of my greatest nightmares." I told him.

"You're going to have to limit your long term exposure to people, because they won't have to be around you for long without realizing that something is very different about you." He said.

"You've got a point." I admitted.

Jeff returned a few minutes later. "I got 'em!" he said proudly. "100 of each for now."

"You got a hundred shares of McDonalds and Walmart?" I asked while mentally calculating the number it would finally grow to.

"No. I got a hundred thousand!" he said smiling. "If you are right, the company should make over ten million this month, just from your information."

"I've got to talk to grandmother about raising my allowance!" I said. They both laughed.

"What else have you got?" Jeff asked, his appetite whetted.

"I don't know what to do with the info, but there's a small capital investment firm in San Francisco called Davis and Rock. That might be a good firm to check out. They seem to be on the leading edge of emerging technologies." Jeff wrote down the names and looked at me expectantly.

"If I remember correctly, a firm call Intel is going public in October. They are about to announce the invention of the microprocessor."

I then had to explain what a microprocessor was. The idea of a computer in every home was not as farfetched to them as I thought it would be.

"After all, we put a man on the moon two years ago." Was Jeff's explanation.

I figured I would save telling them about Apple and Microsoft until later.

"There's a banker in Union County named CH Butcher. Have you ever heard of him?" I asked.

"Yeah. We've met. Never done anything with him, but I haven't heard anything bad either." Jeff answered.

"Well, you won't from me either, but his sons, CH Jr and Jake will buy up more than half dozen local banks in the next few years, Jake will run for Governor in '78 and loose to Alexander, and by the mid '80's, all of their banks will fail, in the fourth largest bank failure in US history." I told an amazed Jeff. "So whatever you do, stay away from anything to do with the Butcher brothers and their banks."

Also, along the same vein, there is a major S&L crisis, starting in a few years, that won't be resolved for almost 20 years. Over a third of all S&L's will fail or be closed. So be careful.

They picked my brain about the recession coming in 1973-1974. And the oil embargo and the wage freeze. John wanted to discuss the Watergate break in and Nixon's upcoming resignation, but Jeff wouldn't let go of the Hunt brothers trying to corner the silver commodities market.

"Look, Jeff. Buy every ounce of silver you can lay your hands on between now and December of 1979. The price of silver should fluctuate between $6 and $12 an ounce until then. And NO futures contracts. Those will be heavily scrutinized when they pass 'Silver Rule 7' in January of 1980. Just stay below the radar, and don't draw any attention to yourself. When the price of silver hits $40 an ounce, start selling, attracting as little attention as possible. You won't have much time to sell. On Thursday, March 27, 1980, the price will peak around $45 an ounce, then immediately tumble to $14 an ounce in just a few hours. The resulting collapse will just about wipe out the Hunt family fortune."

They asked loads of questions, to which I didn't have the answers. Finally they got back around to the oil embargo.

"Look. I don't know the first thing about making money on commodities, but in October of 1973, the Arabs will place an embargo on imported oil. It will last about 6 months. The price of gasoline will go up to over fifty cents a gallon. The price of a barrel will top eleven dollars a barrel, I think. I don't know enough to advise you on this, but those are the limits I can remember." I told them.

"I can see a half dozen ways to capitalize on this information. Just how sure are you?" Jeff asked.

"Why don't you see how McDonalds and Walmart do this week? I think that should answer your question." I suggested.

They agreed, and began discussing different ways to use all the information I had given them, with Jeff constantly referring back to the notes he had taken. I excused myself to go and take a shower, but they just mumbled goodbye and went ahead with their planning.

"By the way," I said as I was leaving, "when we get back to civilization, if I had access to a Wall Street Journal, I might be able to come up with some more."

They both looked up at me and smiled. John said, "I think that can be arranged." They both laughed again. "Michael, both Jeff and I take the Wall Street Journal, so there's always one lying around somewhere. Just help yourself."

I left for my shower.



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Chapter 55


The girls all came in for their showers as I was finishing mine.

Jennifer said, "Oh good. You're here!" Julie followed saying, "We thought you might have disappeared again. You're going to be one of the stars of tonight's mystery dinner. Your costume is laid out on your bed. Sandy will give you the script at dinner."

"Yeah. It ought to be great." Jennifer added excitedly.

I now knew what their special project with Sandy had been. They had spent a lot of time on it, so there was no way I was getting out of doing it. I smiled and went back to my room, leaving them all chatting enthusiastically.

On my bed were a policeman's cap, a blue necktie, and a plastic belt with a toy pistol and fake handcuffs. I donned the outfit, filled the pistol with water, and went to the big room to wait on the others. For some reason, with the scant costume on, I was more aware of my nakedness than I had been since we got there.

Catherine and Debbie and Sarah came out first. Debbie asked if I knew where Jeff was.

"I left them on the front porch, plotting how to keep the Hunt Brothers from cornering the silver market, about a half hour ago. Just a minute and I'll check for you." I focused, scanning the whole ranch. They were just leaving the Reception building, with Jeff telling John about some kind of portable handheld calculator he has heard about.

"They must have needed a calculator for something, because they were at the office. But they are headed back now." I told Debbie.

"Well, I guess we should just head on down and meet them there. I wouldn't miss this for anything." Debbie said. "Will you walk us down Michael?"

"Shouldn't I wait on the rest of the girls?" I asked.

"If you'll check with that super sensitive radar of yours, I think you'll see they are already down there." Catherine said with a giggle.

I did and they were.

"Why ma'am, I'd done be plum tickled to escort this gaggle of purdy women-folk to dinner!" I said in my best Marshall Dillon imitation. Or maybe it was Festus I was imitating. We walked to the Dining Hall.

The Dining Hall was packed. I think the whole camp was there. For dinner, they had pushed the tables together in long runs seating 20 or so in each run. They called it family style, and served the food to the end of each table, where it was then passed around. Our family took up most of one table, but there were still new faces to meet and get to know. That's one of the benefits of this kind of seating and serving, it promotes meeting others.

I noticed that there were six or seven others wearing costumes, including Liz. She had on this outrageously large hat with a feather plume sticking up, a feather boa wrapped around her neck, and silver gloves that came up to her elbows. She was holding one of those old fashioned, six inch long cigarette holders with a fake cigarette that glowed red on the end. She was the only other one in our group to have on a costume.

Sandy came by with a stack of three by five cards with the script written on them. My lines were highlighted in yellow. All I had to do was listen for the line before mine then read the line and do any action noted below it. Julie and Jennifer were flitting around all over the Dining Hall, talking with various people, handing them cards and in some cases props.

There were more servers than normal. Several of the other ranch hands had been drafted to help with dinner. They started passing out the pitchers of iced tea and lemonade along with baskets of ranch toast. While they did that, Sandy introduced the theme of the evening and made a couple of announcements.

Then she said with a flourish, "Ladies and gentlemen, Twin Springs is proud to present... 'Murder on the Orient Ranch!' with a cast of dozens."

It was a blast!

Julie was the narrator, it turned out. And before long, a half dozen different 'actors' had presented their lines. I knew I wasn't coming on until the second act, so I was thinking of getting something to eat as they passed out the platters and bowls of food throughout the play. But I got so involved with the story and how everybody was getting into it, I still hadn't eaten when my first lines came up.

Everybody was laughing as the play wound down. I was the straight man for probably the funniest line of the night, when I cuffed the young starlet, in this case played by a very large breasted woman in her forties, who with her hands handcuffed behind her back, was then asked if she could 'point out' the murderer. Of course, you know what she used to 'point' with.

We all sit around the table for quite a while after the play, talking and having a good time. At some point Anna and Sandy joined us, still laughing about the play.

"We must have done that play here dozens of times over the years," Sandy told everybody. "But that without a doubt, was the best performance I've ever seen. I can't believe how much better the girls made it. When they first suggested they could rewrite it and make it better, I was skeptical, but I am amazed how much better it really was."

Sandy then raised her water glass and said, "To Julie and Jennifer. Without your efforts, it would not have been half as good!" The rest of us joined in and then applauded the sisters, who both were beaming. Sandy made them stand and take a bow "Ladies and gentlemen, the producers!" and we all clapped again.

Sandy continued talking excitedly, "And all the guests seemed to enjoy it more. I'll bet you Mildred has been the starlet, at least four times before. But this was the first time she ever pointed at Henry with her boobs! I thought he would pop a blood vessel or something, he was laughing so hard."

Finally we all wound down and made our way back to the Lodge. It had stopped raining, but there was a chill.

"I might have to actually put on clothes if it gets much colder!" I thought to myself.

"Not if we can help it." Grace said as she and Nicky took an arm and walked with me the rest of the way. It was uncanny how Grace could pick up my thoughts.

As we entered the big room, there was a fire roaring in the big stacked stone fireplace. Anna was standing next to it and asked if she could speak with us for a moment. Soon we were all huddled in chairs and sofas pulled close to the fire.

"First, I must add my thanks and appreciation to the job Jennifer and Julie did in pulling the mystery dinner off tonight. Sandy is right. It is the best one ever. Thank you so much ladies."

The girls were tingling with excitement, and eating up all the praise for their success.

"Now. On a more serious note, the Russian Ambassador just acknowledged that the court proceedings for emancipation could take up to sixty days."

"But what the heck does THAT mean?" asked Debbie.

"Well, while the Russians won't acknowledge that there actually were hit squads here illegally, they're basically giving you sixty days to get Michael emancipated and the sale of the process implemented."

"So we're safe, for now?" Debbie asked. "We can go home?"

"That pretty much sums it up. Dad figures you can go home by Friday." Anna replied.

"Aw-w-w. We're not ready to go yet!" said Candy and Mandy together.

"Well, I have a suggestion. I know John and Jeff and Debbie all need to get back to Tennessee. And Catherine needs to go to home to New York to get things going there. The jet will be available to take the four of you Friday. As for the rest of you, you are welcome to stay longer. Technically, the government paid for a two weeks stay initially, so it is already paid for if you'd like to stay. It's up to the adults who can stay and for how long.

"That would mean leaving mother and I to ride herd on this crew for another week?" Sarah asked.

"Well, I would be here to help as needed. I am still Michael's doctor of record, and have been assigned to watch out for him indefinitely." Anna smiled at me.

"Assigned? By whom?" Catherine asked.

"The CIA wants to make sure everything goes through with the sale to the Russians, and there are no more attacks on American soil." Anna answered.

"Does the CIA know of Michael's ... er ... gift?"

"At least two of us do, Daddy and me. I don't know if he's told anyone yet, but I'll check with him the next time I speak to him. I don't think he would endanger Michael, if for no other reason than he knows it would endanger me as well. That's the best I can do for right now." She said looking at me.

I nodded.

"Now then, who wants to stay for another week?" Anna asked.

The discussion was lively, but it ended pretty much as Anna had proposed. John, Jeff, and Debbie would return to Tennessee on Friday, with Catherine traveling with them, and then on to New York.

Liz and Sarah, along with Anna, would ride herd on the girls and I. Grace and Natalie decided to stay too, but wanted to call their grandmother soon.

With that settled, we sat around and talked. Anna brought out some board games and we got into a killer game of Monopoly. When I looked up later, everyone else had drifted off to their rooms except for Jennifer, Julie, Randi, Grace, Nicky and I. Julie won with Randi a close second. I don't remember where I finished. I have amnesia, remember?

As I went to the communal bathroom to get ready for bed, I realized I was going to bed by myself, and suddenly I wasn't looking forward to sleeping alone.

"Get a grip, Michael" I told myself. "Sixteen year olds don't usually have a steady bed partner."

"No. We don't. But I've kind gotten used to it." Nicky said behind me. She kissed me on the back of my neck and asked, "Want some company?"

"I don't particularly care for sleeping alone." I replied, "So I'd love your company."

"OK." She giggled. "Give me ten minutes and come to my room."

I nodded, and looked at the back of my left wrist.

"I have got to do something about getting me a watch!" I thought.

I should have read her. At least I would have been forewarned.



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Chapter 56


I knocked softly on Nicky and Randi's door ten minutes later. I didn't want to wake the others.

I heard a "Come in." and eased open the door. The room was packed. I stopped and stared as I quickly took it all in.

Nicky and Randi were there, along with Jennifer, Julie, Grace, Candy, and Mandy. The surprise was finding Sarah and Debbie there as well.

"OK. I give." I said without reading them. "What's going on?"

It was Sarah who answered for them.

"Michael, I first want to say thank you. For what you did for me this morning. You already know how confused and guilt ridden I was. But at the time, I didn't realize how special you really are, in knowing exactly what I needed, even though I didn't."

She paused before continuing. Seven anxious faces looked to her. Even without my gift, I could sense the sexual tension in the air. I still refrained from reading them.

"I'll admit, I was angry and mortified when I found out you had shared my private fantasies with my daughters and my mother. But we had a very long talk, all of us, about fantasies in general and guilt and my bad attitude. Truthfully, Debbie and I should have talked with the girls before now, but anyway, I think we got it all out in the open." She signed.

"Go on Mom, ask him." Urged Julie.

"What we would like to ask you, is ... if you would use your special talent and gift again? You see, what the girls sensed this morning was rather extreme and a little incomplete. They need to know that there is more to sex than raw pounding, and more to fantasies than whips and chains. We, Debbie and I, want them to see that there is a gentler, more normal side to sex. Sort of the opposite of what you did this morning with me."

I had the general idea of where this was headed, and was tempted to scan them to see who they had picked, but I refrained. This was too much fun watching it play out, and I didn't want to spoil what they had planned by jumping ahead.

"So let me get this straight." I said. "You want me to read one of you, and then give you the erotic sexual experience you need, while the others tap into the experience, so to speak?"

"Yeah!" said Candy and Mandy together.

"And you both are OK with this?" I said to Sarah and Debbie.

Sarah said "Yes!" emphatically. Debbie just nodded.

I could see that along with her sisters and cousins, Randi was wearing panties. So that just left Nicky and Grace not on their periods and I knew Grace wasn't protected, and I also knew how much Nicky loved to be watched, so after considering it for another moment I said, "OK."

With seven pairs of teenage titties staring me in the face, not to mention the adult mammaries, Little Mike could no longer contain his enthusiasm.

"See!" said Julie. "I told you he would!" she said referring to my stiffening manhood. They all giggled.

"And how do you propose we go about this?" I asked. I knew they must have a plan.

Sarah replied, "They want to see and experience it all. So we thought we'd ask you to just start at the beginning, and take them all the way through ... uh ... a sexual experience."

"And you want me to let the rest of the girls experience what ... she ... is experiencing, right?" I clarified.

"Well maybe what you both are experiencing if that's possible." Sarah said arching her eyebrows in question.

"I haven't really tried that before, but what if I just let Nicky feel me and they can see it through her eyes?" I suggested.

"I don't know..." Sarah hesitated. Nicky giggled and I sensed a misstep on my part.

The temptation to read them was great, but still I refrained.

"I've gone this far without reading them; I don't want to mess it up now!" I thought.

"He hasn't read any of us yet!" Julie said. "He doesn't know." And the girls all giggled. Leave it to Julie to pick up on my thoughts.

"Here, read this." Sarah said. It was a note, on Twin Springs stationary. It was sealed and had my name on the front.





"Michael,

Debbie and I have discussed this. Please give my wife what she needs. After Sarah's experience this morning, I'll never hear the end of it if it's not at least as good, or better. And please don't bother sharing it with me. I plan to be asleep by the time you get this. If I ever decide I want to know, John says you can replay it for me later.

Jeff

P.S. I really appreciate you doing this for Candy and Mandy too."





So it was Debbie! And not one of the girls. The room was deathly quiet as I set the note on the dresser and scanned for Jeff. He and John had actually moved to one of the twin rooms in the unfinished wing, and he was right. He was asleep.

I looked at Debbie. She lowered her head, but continued to look at me, a plea in her eyes. I read her.

There were a lot of similarities between her and Sarah. Enough so she had gotten off on what happened to Sarah and had to recover before she could join her this morning. Since then, her motor had been humming with desire. And when they hatched this scheme, it redlined.

But, as the time drew closer, she was filled with doubt and fear. She doubted she could do this with an audience, no matter how much she wanted to for her daughters, for she was the shy one of the pair. It had always been Sarah who was the outgoing one, whereas Debbie just followed along. A lot like Candy and Mandy; and Julie and Jennifer too.

She was also more conscious of the difference in our ages. And was genuinely worried I would not find her attractive.

"Do most women have this much insecurity about men finding them attractive?" I wondered to myself.

"Yes. We do!" Catherine said in my mind. "I sense our connection is growing stronger, Michael. That little stunt you pulled this morning is just an example of how strong you are getting. We need to talk about you shielding your thoughts. But that's for another day. Right now, Debbie needs to know you find her attractive and desirable. I don't know for sure, but I gather that Jeff's libido has waned some lately too."

"Thank you Catherine." I thought."You are fast becoming my ground in this new life. I will do my best to give her what she needs. Good night."

"Good night, Michael. I think I am going to enjoy what you are about to do very much. Debbie is a good girl, and she deserves this, even if she doesn't think so." Catherine giggled.

I opened my eyes and looked at Debbie. She bowed her head again. The girls watched us, with breathless anticipation.

"Debbie, can you hear me?" I thought to her. "You don't have to speak, just think and I will hear you."

"Y-yes." She stammered in her mind.

"This is just for us. The others can't hear us right now. I want to talk with just you for a moment. OK?" I thought to her.

"OK." She thought back.

"Do you know what Jeff wrote?" I thought to her.

"No. I know what he told me." She replied. "He said I should go for it or I would always wonder. He also said it would be the best for Candy and Mandy and the other girls."

"And how do you feel? I haven't scanned you yet, because I want you to tell me." I said.

"I'm not sure. When you were ... you know, doing Sarah this morning, it was one of the most erotic things I have ever felt. I've known that the guilt and stuff was eating her alive, and I think I knew she had a desire to be taken. But I don't think I want to be tied up. And I know I don't want to be spanked. And while I think you are a sexy young guy, I know I'm not so young anymore and I don't see how you could want an old woman like me with all these young girls sitting here topless."

She let it spill out and I didn't respond yet, just letting it come.

"I mean, I think I'm still somewhat attractive," she continued. "But ... well Jeff doesn't seem to respond to me like he used to. Oh, we still have sex. But it seems we've lost the fire, the passion in our sex life. Don't get me wrong. I love him, and he's a good father to the girls, but by the time we do all the things we have to do every day. What with our careers and family and taking the girls to basketball and volleyball and all, well it seems that we just don't have much time or energy left over for us." She confessed.

I still remained silent. The girls were getting uneasy, not sure what was going on.

"So when you gave Sarah what she wanted, no, what she needed and it was so good, I was jealous and so when they came up with this idea, I decided to ask Jeff. And when he said yes, I guess I was torn. I was a little disappointed he said yes, and at the same time, excited that you might make me feel something I haven't felt in a long time." Debbie paused, as if making up her mind.

Finally she said, "So if Jeff doesn't care if I screw my nephew to show my daughters what great sex should be, then I say let's do it! Let's show them how to really do it right!"

And with that she stood and came to me, wrapping me in her arms and reaching up on her tiptoes, kissed me. It was a soul wrenching kiss as she buried the pain of her husband not wanting her, and instead channeled all her pent up passion into that kiss. When we finally broke the kiss, I think I was sweating, it was that hot.

"You ready?" I asked. She just looked at me with a gleam in her eye, like a tiger, eyeing its supper. I opened a channel to share what we were feeling to the girls and Sarah. And Catherine, of course.

"Wow! You're so-o hot momma!" Mandy thought, as our sexual emotions were suddenly being shared by seven young libidos.

But Debbie didn't hear it. I was keeping this a one way channel for right now. I focused all my concentration on Debbie as I read her. I had scanned her deeply while she spoke to me earlier and discovered her needs were a dichotomy. She wanted passion, and she wanted compassion. She wanted to let loose with wild abandon and she wanted tenderness and respect.

She was only about 5'-5" or so and having decided how I would handle this, I reached for her, and wrapped my arms around her. Her arms went around my neck as our lips met, and I lifted her and just twirled her around in a kind of lazy, slow dance step. Only her feet never touched the floor. I fed her with my now considerable passion, stoking her fires of desire.

She had committed herself to this demonstration for the sake of her daughters and nieces. And, I was to find out, when Debbie committed herself to something, she threw her whole being into it. From the tips of her toes to the tip top of her beautiful head, she poured her desire for me into her kisses.

She was a tiger, alright. As she broke the kiss, she began planting little kisses all over my face and neck. The kisses turned to nibbles as she touched every sensitive area I had that she could reach with her lips and teeth. And then the nibbles became little bites, and then she was sucking hard on my neck, alternating occasionally between more kisses and nibbles. My own desires soared.

"I'm gonna have one hell of a hicky tomorrow, but damn! I don't care. She is fantastic!" I thought. I had forgotten about our audience until I heard Candy ask Mandy "What's a hicky?" but Sarah said shhhh, and nothing else was said.

Debbie purred. I mean actually purred like a tiger then, and lifted her arms straight up in the air. I let her slide gently through mine until her feet touched the floor again. She didn't move away though, simply melting into a small form as she rested on her haunches, her head now level with my pulsing missile. She began again with the kisses and shortly the nibbles too. Then pausing a moment to look up, she locked her eyes on mine and without breaking eye contact, she devoured my cock.

"Holy shit! This is phenomenal!" I thought loudly.

She grinned and one of her twins groaned.

She knew this was supposed to be for her girls, and I had detected some guilt for what had happened to Mandy. So I wasn't surprised she had decided to go all out. But then she paused, breaking eye contact with me to look at her daughters, I was caught by surprise as she kept her eyes on them and proceeded to swallow my entire eight inches of manhood down her throat.

"Ah-gg-ah-h-ag-g-n-n..." I moaned. Without a doubt the most exquisite feeling I had ever had in both life times, and my first ever deep throat. She just smiled at me and with her eyes locked on me once more, descended again, her throat muscles squeezing me deliciously.

It was Jenny who squealed "He's cumming!" that got my attention. I was so lost in the sensation of her throat wrapped around my cock; I didn't even realize I was cumming. But Debbie was aware enough to pull me back to her mouth for the first squirt, then quickly squeezing my cock she pulled her mouth off and allowing me to finish, as she painted her breasts with the rest of my cum.

When she released me, my knees were actually weak. As I offered my hand to raise her up, she turned not towards me, but to her twin, and opening her mouth so the girls could see she hadn't swallowed yet, she kissed Sarah. A scorching kiss with lots of tongue, and then they both turned to face the girls and showed my cum on both tongues now, and then together they swallowed.

There were seven simultaneous gasps, as the girls realized what they were doing, and seven young pussies suddenly became very wet!

MY turn! I stepped to Debbie and with one arm under her arms and one under her legs. I picked her up and laid her gently on the double bed.

Mandy was sitting on the other side and scooted closer to the far edge, giving her mom and me more room. Julie and Randi knelt at the edge, inches away from us. Candy, Grace, and Nicky closed in on the other side as I positioned myself over Debbie, and lowered myself covering her, my semi rigid cock nestled between her legs. Jenny and Sarah closed the circle around the bed, each anxious for whatever came next.

I lowered my lips and kissed her neck tenderly.

"Thank you for the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had!" I thought to her as I nibbled at the line of her jaw down from her ear to her lips where I kissed her deeply and with all the appreciation I had in me, for what she had done.

I tasted it. I could taste some of the residue from cumming in her mouth a few moments before, and as I probed her mouth deeply with my tongue, she knew that I was experiencing it for the first time. She smiled as we broke the kiss, and thought "You're welcome! Now, do me good, STUD! Show 'em how to do it right!"

I kissed the tiger again, feeding her my passion now. Then I proceeded to kiss every inch of her face, and neck and upper chest, finally kissing through the valley of her cleavage to her nipples standing straight up, and hard as diamonds. I licked one, then sucked it tenderly into my mouth and begin immediately to nurse, like a baby. She moaned a long low moan as I lit the fuse of her passion. This was it. This was what she wanted.

As the feelings coursed through her, the girls were staring in rapt attention, their eyes searching out every detail, while licking their lips in anticipation.

I switched to her other teat, nursing hard enough to draw any milk that might come. But alas, she hadn't begun lactating yet. Her moans had not stopped, but as I finally let her nipple go with a little snap, she whined. She wanted more. But I trailed my lips and tongue further down, stopping to explore her bellybutton. She started groaning again. So I moved on down until I got to the hair covering her jewel box.

"Use your fingers and spread your lips for me." I instructed verbally. She reached down and parted her engorged labia pulling them wide. I touched her with just the tip of my tongue, running it up and down her love canal gently, barely brushing her swollen lips.

One of the things I had read in her was that she was tremendously sensitive around her vagina. And her few experiences with someone licking her, was much too rough for her to enjoy it very much. So she had never experienced the thrill of having her pussy savored like an epicurean delight.

So I savored. Swirling my tongue around her now prominent clit, which stood dramatically above its hood, like a tiny cherry on the world's most delicious sundae.

The sounds coming from her throat were now little chirps, as if she was trying to keep them from escaping, only to have one slip out. She was rotating her hips from side to side, moving the contact point of my tongue on her clit, to bring her greater pleasure, but never thrusting up, trying for more pressure.

I shifted to the sides of her lips that she still held open. It seemed like she was stretching them impossibly wide, but just the tiniest touch of my tongue trailing up and down the sides, was sending shivers constantly through her soul.

The small explosion of her cumming seemed large to the group of empathic voyeurs. But I knew it was just a warm up to bigger ones, so I didn't slow down, but instead switched now to a rhythmic light tapping of just the tip of my tongue on the tip of her clit, while I gently inserted my ring ringer inside her pulsing love glove, and turning my hand palm up, begin to tap the other side of her clitoris to the same rhythm from inside.

"I can't believe it! Oh my god!" she was thinking, "Sarah was right, he knows! He really knows what I like!"

She kept building and building, as I realized that the orgasmic Richter scale was gonna be high for this one! I kept to very light touches with my tongue tip and my fingertip, focusing on a steady beat, and reading her for any variations she might desire. But all she wanted was light and steady.

It wasn't long until I sensed her approach. Scanning the room quickly, there were seven hands on seven very aroused little buttons, periods be damned. So I counted it down for them.

"8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2 ... Ignition ... Lift Off!" I thought as she came like the last fireworks of the evening at a Fourth of July picnic.

Squeezing her legs tightly together, forcing me up and away. She was fighting for breath, inhaling huge draughts of air, until finally she could actually gasp between breaths. She wasn't the only one. Seven other sets of titties were heaving to inhale enough breathable air.

Finally Debbie rasped out, "That ... was ... incredible! No ... One ... has ever ... been able ... to bring me off ... that way!" she cried as she hugged me to her. I lay on top of her, on my elbows and knees as she recovered. It was only a few moments until I felt her ardor beginning to climb again as she spread her legs slowly under me.

"You really can tell what I want, can't you?" she said in the slightest of whispers.

"Can you read me now? Do you know what I want?" She didn't pause to let me answer, but went right on, slightly louder.

"I want that great big Baby Maker in my little coochie. NOW!"

I obliged, raising my hips slightly so she could get her hands around it to guide it in. I think she had forgotten how big I was, because when she grabbed it, she gasped.

"Oh my god! It's huge!"

The girls didn't need my gift for that one. They all heard it just fine. I could feel all seven of them wishing they could see what Debbie was referring to, so I raised up even more, and seven pairs of eyes ... no ... make that eight as Debbie looked too, stared as Little Mike stood proud, swelling even more from all the attention.

Debbie didn't care about the others now. All thoughts of demonstrations and everything else drowned in the depths of her desire. She tugged my cock, pulling me closer, and placed the tip of my mean machine at the starting gate to her special place and took a big breath. I paused, waiting for her to drop the green flag. Finally realizing I was waiting on her, she exhaled and said loudly

"Fuck me Stud. Shove that Baby Maker all the way in. Hard!"

It was my gift that saved me. Even though she was verbally telling me to slam the meat to her, I could sense her mentally preparing herself for the pain.

So instead of slamming, I gently pushed the tip of my pile driver into her furry pile until I felt her tight love muscle, then eased back, only to push forward gently once again.

When she realized I wasn't going to slam the salami to her, she relaxed and begin to get into the sensations of my cock head sliding in and out of her happy place. I took my time and eased my pole deeper and deeper keeping the pain for her to an absolute minimum, while her pleasure, at the realization of what I was doing, soared.

Pussies are like cocks in that they come in all sizes and shapes. Debbie had what I could only describe as a shallow pussy. When I finally bottomed out, pushing against the back of her cervix, there was only a little more than half my ramrod in her hole. I stopped and adjusted how I was lying so I wouldn't accidentally push anymore in.

Debbie relaxed noticeably as she figured out what I had just done and she really went wild then. She begin to thrust with her hips, rotating them to feel my cock head rub the sides of her mystery cave.

My guess is that because her vagina was so short, it seemed to be sensitive all the way to the back. So I joined her, rotating my hips in small circles causing her sensations all around the walls of her cavern. She was squeaking almost nonstop, as I took short plunges, alternating with hip rotations, constantly reading her reactions and feeding her what I sensed she wanted. My physical movements were almost solely in my hips, so as I got a rhythm she really liked, I bent my head and begin to suckle her nipple again.

"Oh-o-o god-d-d! So-o-o go-o-od!" She cried. "Don't stop-p-p-p! So go-o-od!"

I fought the urge to pick up the pace, her pleasure paramount in my mind. So I maintained the series of short gentle strokes, interspersed with the hip rotations, the head of my cock occasionally brushing the sensitive opening in the back of her cervix.

"Oh-o-o-o-o" she wailed. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop! Oh-o-o-o..."

I kept it up. Constant and steady, trying not to vary the speed or depth any at all just to give her the constant stimulation she now craved.

Oh-o-o god-d-d... ! She kept crying. "I'm cumming! Don't stop-p-p! I'm cum ... ming!"

If her last climax was fireworks, this one was a small atomic explosion, complete with mushroom cloud of emotions that vaporized everyone connected to us.

Debbie screamed and convulsed, jerking my cock out of her pussy, and rolling into a fetal position. I had raised up, and groaned with the loss of stimulation on my now engorged man meat.

I grabbed for Little Mike and started to pump furiously when suddenly, Sarah attacked.

She pushed me flat, straddled my hips, and impaled her sopping wet pussy in one stroke.

We fucked. Fast and furious.

I had lost contact with Debbie, and never even tried to connect with Sarah. I just fucked her as hard as she was fucking me. And somewhere deep inside, I finally felt the familiar rumbling that signaled the fuse had been lit and the explosion only awaited the flame traveling the length of my shaft for it to explode.

I groaned "I'm cumming... !"

Sarah begin to quiver, trying to pick up the pace even more as she felt me scald the back of her pussy with baby juice.

Finally, as the last of my joy juice was squeezed from my distended member, her eyes rolled back in her head and she just whispered, "oh-o-o-o-o..." and collapsed on top of me.

Sarah and I lay there where she had fallen on me, panting for a long moment, when I heard Debbie say "Girls, please go to bed now." Then, "Nicky, would you and Randi mind sleeping in mine and Jeff's bed tonight. He's in the other wing tonight and I don't think I can move."

They said nothing, and in a moment, they were gone.

Debbie helped Sarah and I move around in the bed until we were all laying the same way, with me sandwiched between them.

"Sarah's right. You are a truly amazing young man. After that, I know you will be perfect for my daughters." Debbie said as she pulled up the covers. "Good night, Stud!"

I think I said good night. I know I slept well.



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Chapter 57


I became aware of two tongues touching my nipples, which is tremendously more erotic than I had ever imagined. And two hands fondling my balls and a painfully rock-hard Little Mike.

I open my eyes to a darkened room. Yesterday had been the full moon, so it was by the light of the moon that I was able to see a matched pair of goddess'. One nestled under each arm.

"You have no idea how fantastic that feels!" I thought to them.

"Oh? I think we do." Debbie thought back. "We've been able to sense you, even when you were sleeping. Did you know you have very erotic dreams?" she asked.

"Yeah. They were so sexy, they woke us up!" added Sarah.

"You cannot know how good it makes us feel to know, and I mean really know, you find us so attractive and sexy!" Debbie said.

"I'm afraid you're wrong Debbie. I don't find you merely attractive, I think you are the single most erotically beautiful female I have ever met!" I told her, adding my feelings of conviction to the thought.

After what happened last night, Debbie was comfortable and increasingly perceptive in communicating like this. She could sense the depth of my belief in the statement, and a shiver went through her. She hugged me tighter.

I could feel Sarah wanting attention also, so I thought, "Look Debbie, Sarah feels left out. Let's make her feel welcome too!" and we begin to share our feelings with her. I filled her with my attraction to her physical beauty and her wild and aggressive sexual nature. Debbie shared her respect for her sister and her courage to take on changes and new ideas.

I realized Sarah didn't really appreciate the depth or importance of this compliment, so taking the opportunity, I allowed Sarah to see some of Debbie's values and core beliefs I had discovered last night. Of course, one of the most prominent ones was that her respect was neither given lightly, nor taken away quickly. When I compared it to a knighthood being bestowed, Debbie and I both sensed the light bulb go on in Sarah's mind, as she begin to really understand the importance her sister placed on respect, and the much deeper value of her earlier words.

Sarah reached over me to hug Debbie gently. It was obvious she already knew Debbie liked gentle over rough, in almost every form of contact.

"You just keep astonishing us, not only with your gift, but your uncanny ability to use it wisely." Sarah thought.

"Yeah! And I know two young ladies who are going to enjoy becoming women under your tutelage." Exclaimed Debbie.

"Make that five young ladies!" Sarah added.

"Whoa! Slow down a moment. Are you saying that you are OK with them becoming sexually active with me?" I thought to them.

"I think they're already sexually active. You should have seen all the snatch grabbing going on in here last night. I can't read them like you can. But if I know my daughters, they are counting the minutes until they are off their periods." Sarah thought laughingly.

"Speaking of last night," Debbie thought. "I just want to thank you again for the most wonderful sex I have ever had!"

"Yeah! Me too!" Sarah chimed in. "Yesterday morning, I mean!"

"And I was wondering..." Debbie thought, "If it's alright with Jeff, I'd like to stay here another week with you and Sarah and the others."

Of course, I was reading her, but I had discovered that it was usually better if they voiced the thoughts they were feeling. So I asked simply, "Why is that, Debbie?"

"Well, when you were so gentle with me last night." She thought back to me. "And I have to tell you this is the first time in my life I have ever wanted more sex this soon after being fucked. Usually it takes me a couple of days to recover from the pain. Anyway, when you understood and gave me what I wanted, I realized you would be perfect for Candy and Mandy for their first times."

I remained silent, considering her words and all the implications.

"And it's not just your ability to know what I needed, but your compassion and willingness to put your partner's needs ahead of your own. I mean, I know you didn't finish in me last night. And I feel a little guilty, because of it. But I was so wiped out! It was like the first time I had always wanted, but never had. If it hadn't been for Sarah fucking you, there at the end, I would have felt just horrible after you giving me such a wonderful experience."

Sarah jumped in, "Yeah. And yesterday morning, you had to finish yourself with me too!"

"We now understand that it was because you were sincerely concerned for us, and not just using us to get your jollies." Debbie thought.

Sarah again. "And for a young girls' first time, there can be no one better, than a man who will sacrifice his needs, for the sake of his partner's."

"But isn't that what making love is all about?" I thought to them. "Making sure your partner is emotionally satisfied as well as physically satisfied?"

"See! That just proves our point!" Exclaimed Sarah.

"And I was just thinking that I would like to be there when Candy and Mandy give you their virginities. Sorta like one of those, what do you call them? Oh yeah! Safety valves! So that if they cannot finish you, then I could maybe be there to ... ah ... help."

Under the covers, she was stroking my cock with a passion. Reading her, I could tell it wasn't to manipulate me into saying yes, but because she was so turned on.

So I thought to both of them, "IF they are ready, and IF they want me to be their first, and IF they agree to you being there, then I think it would be wonderful for you to share their first time with them."

Then I quickly added, "But you will need to discuss it with them individually, and they will have to convince me that it's what they truly want. And if it's not, then you will have to gracefully bow out. No backlash. OK?"

"Well, with your gift, that shouldn't be a problem." Sarah concluded. "And IF that is the case, we'll agree. Right Debbie?"

"And while we're on the subject, Debbie. I have another concern." I thought to both of them.

"I've read Randi, and she's almost seventeen and she's ready. Jenny is fifteen and is close too. Julie may not quite be there. I discovered she likes things in order, so we'll see. But frankly, I haven't gotten that from Candy or Mandy yet. Well Mandy maybe a little, but nothing at all from Candy, and they're only fourteen years old. I don't want them to feel pressured or rushed."

They hesitated as they considered this. I could tell from reading them, that in the heat of their passions, both Sarah and Debbie had assumed all the girls would be ready and willing. After all, they shared most everything else, growing up and living so close together. It was as if they were more like sisters than cousins. I mean they even had their periods at the same time. So I added a condition.

"I'll tell you what. I will agree to you being there, if they agree, but only after I get to have each of you for the night. Alone." I thought. "And, I get to have you again afterwards too!"

I figured that this way, Debbie had the excuse she was looking for, without pushing Candy or Mandy into something they weren't ready for. Because in her mind, her situation with Jeff wasn't all that different from Sarah's.

I'll hand it to them. They didn't just jump in and agree. I could tell Debbie was debating how it would affect her relationship with Jeff, framing in her mind how she would approach this with him.

So I added, "Understand that, while I love each of you, I am not in love with either of you. And I don't see that happening. But I absolutely love being with you, and I figured that if you are there, and sexually involved with me, then there's less likelihood of me going off the deep end and falling in love with a cousin I could never marry."

I know I was doing her rationalizing for her, but the truth was, with their moms being there it would make it more of a learning experience and that would help keep the girls from going off the deep end for me too.

"You know, I read once that certain cultures always had the mother present with the bride on her wedding night, to help her with her first time. And in almost everything in life, there is usually someone more experienced to help guide you through a major first time." Debbie said.

"Yeah. Like a student teacher's first time in front of a class, or a doctor's first time in the operating room. So why shouldn't there be someone to guide a young girl through her first time as well?" Sarah said.

"Well I'm glad you feel that way, Sarah." I said. "Who do you want to be with you for your first time?"

"My ... my first time?" she thought, confused by the question. "I'm not a virgin!"

"Your ass is!" I replied with a sexy growl. "And I'm gonna take it before we go home!"

She shivered. Her desire swelling. I could feel her pussy that had been resting on my leg flood with wetness.

"Oh-h-h Michael." She said out loud. Her voice carried the depth of her passions in the still dark room.

Sarah rose, climbing on top of me and using her female radar, plotted Little Mike's position at the entrance to the eye of her storm, and greedily engulfed him in one fatal plunge.

"Oh my god, you make me so hot!" she groaned.

"Don't cum in her Michael. You have to do me too! And it's my turn!" Debbie said breathlessly. "We always take turns when we share!"

I woke up alone. It was just getting light outside. I quickly scanned the ranch, and everybody was where they were supposed to be, mostly asleep. Sarah and Debbie were the only ones' in our group that were up, and they were in the bathroom. I scanned them a little deeper, intending to wish them a good morning and thank them for my first threesome and a totally wonderful time, but what I felt turned my blood cold.

" ... and I realized you were right Debbie. He will be wonderful for the girl's first time." Sarah said.

"Yeah. But now I have to go beard the lion in his den. And I dread it." Debbie said. "I just know he's gonna want to fuck, especially after I tell him I want to stay. Even though it's because of Candy and Mandy, he's going to think it's because of Michael. And so I'll have to let him fuck me and act like he's the greatest lover since Don Juan. I just hope I can do it through all the pain."

Debbie was crying. Sarah put down her hairbrush and hugged her sister, trying to comfort her.

"Well, if he agrees to you staying, you won't have to put up with any pain for a week of so."

"That's true. But it's a small consolation, when I have to endure it now." Debbie said as she started weeping. "Oh Sarah, you have no idea how bad it hurts! Why can't he be like Michael? That was so good for me. Did you know that's the first orgasm I've ever had from having sex? I mean, that wasn't faked."

Sarah reached for her brush and started brushing Debbie's golden hair. Even at 33, she still wore it below her shoulders, and it looked great!

They were quiet for a few moments, when Debbie asked, "Do you think I should just give in and go ahead and get the operation? I'm out for the summer, and I'd have the chance to heal before school starts back. That's if they will still do it with me being pregnant."

"I don't know. It all seems so strange to me. I mean who's ever heard of surgically enlarging your twat?" Sarah replied.

"I know. When I think about it, it makes me angry. It seems kind of selfish of Jeff to ask me to make my pussy larger just so he can slam it in me harder. If he would ever do it like Michael did last night, I'd never leave him alone. But no. No matter how nice I ask, he just wants to stick it in and see how far he can shove. He doesn't seem to give a damn about how bad it hurts me. So it's no wonder I never look forward to him fucking me." Debbie said, the bitterness in her voice undisguised.

"Do you think enlarging it would help you enjoy sex more?" Asked Sarah.

"I'm not sure. It would eliminate a lot of the pain from him fucking me so hard, but the Doctor says it probably won't help me feel it any better. In fact, he says it will most likely deaden the nerves in most of my vagina to have the surgery." Debbie told her.

"Some choice huh? Have the operation and lose the chance of ever feeling an orgasm again, or don't have it, and endure the pain every time he fucks you." Sarah surmised.

"There is a third choice." Debbie said. "I didn't realize it until last night. But if Jeff could ever see what he's doing to me, all the pain he causes slamming away at me like he does, then maybe he could change how he fucks, and do it more like Michael did."

"I see what you mean." Replied Sarah. "I guess it's a good thing Michael is gonna be your daughters first. That way, you'll know if they inherited your shallow pussy. And you'll be there to help them deal with it if they do. So hopefully, they won't make the same mistake and marry some ogre who causes them as much pain as Jeff causes you."

"Jeff's not an ogre!" Debbie said fiercely. "I mean he causes me pain. But I believe it's because he just doesn't understand. He's not a mean man by nature."

"But haven't you told him? Explained it to him?" asked Sarah with exasperation.

"Countless times! But he just doesn't seem to understand. Maybe I'm just not explaining it well enough." Debbie sighed.

"Oh sweetie! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to call him an ogre. It just that it hurts me so, to see him cause you to suffer so much." Sarah said sympathetically.

"That's all right. But Jeff is really a great guy. Except for the sex, we have a wonderful relationship and marriage. And he's a good father too. If only he understood how much he hurts me..." Debbie said, crying once more.

"There, there. It will be alright. Can I do anything to get you ready? Is there something you can take to numb the pain?" Sarah asked as she tried to console her twin.

"No. But thank you. You have always been so understanding. And I really appreciate that." Debbie answered. "I just need a few minutes to get myself psyched up to deal with the pain. And hope he's not too aggressive this morning."

"OK. Then I'm gonna go get John, and get him out of the room. Give me five minutes, OK?" Sarah said.

Debbie just nodded, but I could sense her despair.

I let go of her and immediately scanned for Jeff. Debbie might hate me for what I was about to do, but I couldn't stand to look at her and know I didn't try to do something.

Jeff was awake, lying in his bed and talking to John about investments and what he was going to do when he got back home.

I mentally tapped him on the shoulder.

He was startled, and stopped talking and said "Whatthefuck!" John looked at him curiously.

"Good morning Jeff!" I thought to him.

"Shit! You scared the crap out of me!" Jeff said out loud again.

John, realizing what Jeff was experiencing now, just smiled knowingly.

"Jeff, you don't have to speak. Just think and I will hear it. OK?" I thought.

"This is so weird!" Jeff thought to me.

"Listen, I don't have time to explain. Debbie will be there in a few minutes. I have something you need to hear. You may not like it. But I promise you can deal with me later. For now just listen..." And I replayed the entire bathroom conversation slowly, to make sure he got it all.

He listen without a word. I monitored him the whole time, and saw a full range of emotions, but mostly sorrow and grief at the pain he had caused.

At the end, he remained silent. So did I. Sarah had come for John during the replay, so he was alone.

It was his move. I waited patiently.

Finally, he drew a breath, and asked, "What should I do?"

"That's easy. Talk to her. Tell her everything! Tell her what I showed you, and be sure she knows I did it without her knowing, and without her permission. I'll accept her punishment for invading her privacy later. But tell her everything, and listen. Really listen to her. And remember, with me around, there can be no secrets!" I thought to him.

The door to his room opened and Debbie stepped tentatively in.

"I'm leaving now. I'll be in the Dining Hall if you want me." I said.

"Michael?" he thought to me. "Would you give me your word that my conversation with Debbie will be just between her and I? That you'll not use your ... whatever ... to eavesdrop on us?"

"If you give me yours that you'll cause her no pain." I said.

"Done!" he thought to me. "Goodbye."

I cut my connection. I would honor my promise.



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Chapter 58


Grace and Natalie were sitting with Liz and Catherine, when I entered the Dining Hall. So I got my breakfast and headed over to them. Sitting down next to Grace I said, "Good morning!"

They all responded in kind, and then Liz, with a twinkle in her eye asked, "Did you sleep OK?"

"Like a baby with two mommas." I replied just as cryptically. Then, "Where is everybody?"

"Candy and Mandy and Julie and Jen all went on the tour of the ranch. You know, the one that takes all day." Liz provided.

"Yeah. Julie said that since they have to wear panties anyway, they might as well dress to ride." Natalie replied with a giggle.

"Sarah and John came through a while ago, and took their coffee out on the deck. It looked like a serious discussion, so we haven't intruded." Catherine provided this time.

"But now that Michael's here, can we listen in?" asked Liz mischievously

"Liz! You know better than that!" Catherine said quickly.

"Anyway," said Liz acting annoyed that she couldn't eavesdrop, "Sarah said Nicky and Randi were still asleep in Debbie's bed." This time looking at me and raising her eyebrows in question.

I remained silent.

Liz went on, "And nobody's seen Jeff and Debbie." Again seeing if I would rise to the bait. She knew perfectly well that I knew exactly where everyone was and if they were OK.

"Is something wrong Michael?" Catherine thought to me.

"I'll catch you up after breakfast." I thought back.

Catherine knew if something was really wrong, I'd tell her right away. So she relaxed and we all chatted about the ranch. Natalie was feeling a little down because she and Grace were supposed to graduate Saturday night, and she was supposed to have given the valedictory speech.

Catherine's ears picked up at that.

"What do you mean honey?" she said to Natalie.

"Well, it's just that I've worked so hard for four years to be number one in my class, and now with Grace and I both here, Bradley will get to give the speech." Natalie bemoaned.

"You and Grace here?" Catherine asked, looking for clarification.

"Yeah. Natalie beat me by two one hundredths of a point!" Grace said. "She was number one and I was number two. It's just not fair. She got the bigger boobs too!" she said and giggled.

Catherine remained quiet, thinking. I didn't need to be an Empath to feel the wheels turning. Finally, she stood and excused herself saying, "I'll be right back."

"So what are you guys doing today?" I asked. Since I didn't have anything on my agenda, I thought I'd see what they had planned.

"Oh. We thought we'd head over to the stables." Started Natalie.

"And check on the calf that was born yesterday." Finished Grace.

"After that, we don't really have anything else until tonight." Natalie added.

"Tonight? What's tonight?" I asked.

"It's the Scrabble tournament." Said Grace.

"It's after dinner." Said Natalie.

"Here in the Dining Hall." Said Grace.

"Sandy said they usually have a good crowd." Said Natalie.

"And they have some very good local players that should show up too." Said Grace.

"They play International Tournament Style." Said Natalie.

"Which means two man teams." Said Grace.

"But they use the American Oxford Dictionary." Said Natalie.

"Instead of the International Scrabble Dictionary." Said Grace.

"WILL YOU TWO STOP THAT!" I yelled softly, laughing while I did. "You're driving me crazy!"

"But you're a twin too!" Said Natalie.

"So you must know what it's like." Said Grace.

"Yeah. But were not identical, Thank God!" I laughed. "I'd look pretty funny in a skirt!"

"And I'd look funny with hair on my boobs!" Said Nicky. She and Randi had walked in about midway through the conversation.

We all laughed.

"But seriously, Grace and I are going to enter as a team." Said Natalie.

"And we could use some practice, before it starts." Said Grace.

"Would you all like to help us out and play against us for a couple of rounds?" Natalie asked.

I shrugged and smiled. "I don't know how much it will help. I'm not very good." I said.

"Sure. We'll help." Nicky said looking at Randi.

"Why not? We don't have anything else planned." Randi said.

"Great!" Said Grace. "We'll meet you here at lunch and then we can practice afterwards."

"That will give us a chance to check on Bessie and round up a game and an American Oxford dictionary." Said Natalie.

"Who's Bessie?" Asked Randi.

"She's the calf Grace and I help deliver yesterday." Said Natalie.

"O-o-o, can I go with you guys?" asked Randi.

The rest of the discussion was about Grace and Natalie delivering the calf.

When all of a sudden, Randi said, "Oh yeah! I forgot! I was supposed to tell you that Jeff wants you to come to his room in the other wing, as soon as you can. But you're not to do that thing, you know, listen to them, until you get there."

I stood up and looked at my tray. "Don't worry about it. Go on. I'll take care of it." Nicky said.

"Thanks Sis!" I said as I went to answer my summons. I didn't scan them as I promised, so I actually felt butterflies in my stomach, as I headed to meet my fate.

I scanned to locate them in the other wing of the Lodge, but did not read them. When I found them, I knocked on the door with some trepidation.

"Come in Michael" Debbie called with a twinkle in her voice.

I let the air out of my lungs. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath. Opening the door, I saw Debbie on her knees between Jeff's legs. She was smiling, and Jeff looked relaxed.

"Took you long enough! I thought I was gonna have to give him another blow job!" Debbie said laughing. Jeff just grinned.

"Randi forgot to tell me until her caffeine kicked in." I supplied as my excuse.

"Did you listen to us?" she asked serious now.

"No. I gave Jeff my word." I said.

"How do we know you kept..." Jeff started to ask.

"YOU DON'T!" I snapped. "Except for my behavior around you, and my treatment of you and your whole family since I woke up." I said calming down now. "I will tell you that I am constantly scanning to check on everybody. I usually just tune into them to see if they are OK, and then go on. For instance, do you know where your daughters are right now? And if they are safe?"

Jeff hung he head. "Not really." He said weakly. But I wasn't finished.

"The last I checked, they were with Jennifer and Julie and eleven others, headed west on the old logging trail, on the all-day ranch tour. They are currently out of my range, and I am discovering it makes me uncomfortable." The surprise as I said it registered in my voice.

I continued explaining, a trace of guilt in my voice now. "This morning, I woke up, and as I now do most mornings, I began to check on everyone. When I scanned Debbie and saw she was hurting, I listened a moment to see if I needed to call 911. What I heard caused my blood to run cold, and at first I was tempted just to batter you senseless."

"Better bring your Army." Jeff interrupted.

"Don't even go there!" I said in a menacingly low voice. Jeff may have been a little pissed, but I was mad! I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly before beginning again. I think I was mad at myself for making that stupid promise not to check up on them. I knew I'd never do that again. They would all have to learn to live with it!

"Look." I told Jeff. "My cousin is crying in the bathroom, and I wanted to know why. What I found out caused me to get angry at first. Then, I began to look for the best solution. Debbie clued me in when she said she wished you could see the pain you have caused her every time you all had sex for the last fifteen years. And since I didn't want Debbie to have to endure any more pain, and I have the ability to grant this particular wish. I made a decision, and acted on it. I take full responsibility for that. Do I apologize for it? No!" My anger rising.

"Whoa! Wait a minute! We didn't ask you here to berate you for what you did!" Jeff said.

"Yes. We wanted to thank you for doing it!" Debbie said smiling at me.

"Uh? ... But I thought you'd be angry. I didn't know..." I said, embarrassed at my mistake.

"I guess he really didn't listen to us." Jeff said with a grin.

"No. I told you. I gave you my word." I said with my head still down. "But that's the last time I ever promise something like that."

They laughed, but I'm sure they didn't understand. Not reading them had been hard on me, causing fears and uncertainties I had not experienced in this life.

"Finally, I looked up. Is it alright to scan you now?" I asked. I was already scanning anyway.

"Sure! That's what we wanted to ask you." Said Jeff. "Once you showed me Debbie was crying, you had my complete attention. And I've spent the last hour apologizing. You have no idea how bad I feel."

"I'd say I do. But I'm not going there right now." I thought.

"And then Debbie suggested we get you to show me how she likes it, and what doesn't hurt." Jeff said.

"Uh ... OK. How would you suggest I do that?" I asked.

"I don't know..." he said as he looked to Debbie for help.

Debbie blushed too, "I don't really know either. I just figured you could ... er, work something out."

I had realized after my earlier promise, that Jeff was the last remaining family member that I had not scanned deep. So I paused a moment to do so, letting them stew in their embarrassment a moment longer.

Jeff was ok. Different from John, he was more uptight, and generally conservative, but his loyalty ran deep and I could immediately see why Debbie was attracted to him. I got the impression that he was more relaxed here at the ranch, than he had been in years. I could also see the signs of an earlier heart problem. I made a mental note that I needed to talk to him about that later. It went right by me that I had been able to see a medical condition, but that would also come back to me later.

Finally Debbie said, "Michael, will you help us? Will you show Jeff how to make love to me without causing so much pain? Please?" she pleaded.

"Of course! I just had to figure something out." I replied. "I'd be glad to assist you."

Debbie said, almost too low to hear, "Thank you!"

"Ok. Jeff, do you know what he term 'shallow vagina' means?"

"I know what it implies."

"Good. Now how long are you when you're erect?"

He looked embarrassed, "I can't say I ever measured."

Debbie giggled. "OK. Debbie. Get him hard while I go find something to measure with." I left the room. I really didn't need to leave. There were several ways to do the comparison I had in mind, but Jeff needed a moment to regain his composure, so I walked to the end of the unfinished wing, and finding some tools that had been left, selected a tape measure.

When I returned to the room, she had him very erect so I just handed her the tape. She stretched it out on the underside of his cock, so I suggested she measure the other side. They decided together, it was a shade over six inches.

"OK. Debbie, Hop up on the bed, and scoot your pussy right up to the edge. Now, Jeff, squat here, lick your middle finger and then very softly run it along her outer lips. Help her lubricate a little to make this less painful."

He did and Debbie winced. I tied him into her feelings and had him do it again, and then again. Finally after repeated tries, he got it gentle enough to feel good to Debbie. When he felt her begin to feel good, he stopped.

"I had no idea I was that rough." He said. Then to Debbie he said, "I'm really sorry sweetheart, I didn't know."

Debbie looked at him with those tiger eyes, and I made my exit strategy. But I needed to finish the lessons first.

So I said to Jeff, "Now, have her hold back her labia, and slowly, SLOWLY, ease your middle finger into her vagina."

He did and she winced slightly.

"That's it? That's the back of it?" Jeff asked incredulously. "Why it's barely four inches!"

Then as the reality struck him, his finger slid out of her pussy, and he sat down hard on the floor, looking stunned. Debbie looked at him, and hope flooded her emotions. She was beginning to believe that he finally understood.

"Jeff." I said, waiting for him to look at me. When he did, I continued. "The rest from here is communication. I know you care for her. Show her. Show her by listening to every word, every sound. Watch her body language, and if all else fails, ask her!"

"Debbie," I instructed, "Be patient, he's never had a vagina, and literally has no equivalent or basis for comparison. The only thing he has is a little knowledge and your feedback. Make it specific, and initially, make it almost constant."

Jeff, for the next couple of times, I'd forget about cumming, and concentrate on learning to get her off. I promise, she will make it up to you later." Debbie was nodding her head, looking at Jeff with expectation.

"Ok guys. I'm outta here! If you need me, just think my name and I'll answer." I said as I closed the door.

"Oh. And she likes it when you barely tap on her clit with your tongue!" I thought to both of them from the hall. I could hear her giggle through the closed door.



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Chapter 59


I sat down alone in the great room of the Lodge. I was mentally checking on Jeff and Debbie as I reviewed what just happened. I decided I needed to watch my temper more.

I began to run through multiple scenarios where I had used my gift since I had been here. I realized I had been pretty free with its use, and would have to be more aware in the future. The ranch was providing a good training ground, because I wasn't being exposed to too many people outside my immediate family.

Speaking of family, I scanned to see if everyone was OK. Debbie and Jeff were where I left them, and doing fine. I think Jeff was finally getting it. They still had much to discuss, but for now, practice was what he needed. And confidence in him was what Debbie needed. It appeared they were both getting what they needed.

Nicky and Randi were with Grace and Natalie at the barn, happily discussing a variety of girl topics.

I still couldn't locate Julie and Jennifer or Candy and Mandy. I need to figure out how to increase my range. I got side tracked a few moments trying, and then remembered I didn't know where everyone was yet. I quickly located Sarah and John. They were still on the balcony over the lake, and seemed to be in serious discussion. I didn't bother to check on what it was. But I gathered it was household finances from the brief snatches I had caught.

Anna and Liz were with a group of other ladies, in the general direction of where the Art Institute Building was. And since neither was talking, I assumed they we in a class of some sort. My powers didn't allow me to see them or to see what they were seeing. I could only sense their emotional signature, and any accompanying thoughts and feelings.

Catherine was in Anna's room on the phone, and I connected long enough to push her some of my affection for her. Sandy was moving, but too slow for even a golf cart, from the reception building to towards the Dining Hall. I soon figured out she had some new guests and was doing the initiation ride with them.

I knew Anna's Aunt Jaye had stayed with her dad on Monday and weren't coming back until the weekend. Anna's Uncle Buddy had left on horseback at the same time and I had no idea where he was or when he'd be back, but I figured they were all working it out. I should probably ask Anna about it when we had the chance.

With the family all accounted for, I kept my eyes closed and just relaxed. I must have dozed off.

When I woke up, Catherine was sitting in the chair across from me. She was beginning to get upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up on the couch.

She rose and came to sit beside me.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you. It just made me uncomfortable to see you lying there, not moving. It brought back memories of when you were in the hospital and I kept wondering if you'd ever wake up."

"Well, I'm here and doing fine. But thank you for your concern." I told her. "You mentioned something about me shielding my thoughts earlier. Do you feel up to teaching me how?"

"I don't know if I can, but I'll try." She replied.

"When your grandfather and I were in bed and he was asleep, especially if he was touching me, I could sense his dreams. I laid there, not being able to get to sleep until I learned to imagine a cocoon around me that didn't allow his sense to penetrate. It took lots of attempts, until I finally got it right. Then I had to practice like crazy. Now, it's second nature."

"Can I see? Would you try blocking me now?" I asked.

She moved to the chair across from me and taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly and said, "I'm ready."

I tried to scan her. I could sense her presence, but not her feelings. Slowly, her 'cocoon' begin to take shape in my senses, and I examined it for emotional leaks. There was a small hole, at the bottom, near her feet and I snaked a mental tendril into it and suddenly I could sense her.

She opened her eyes in surprise! "You did it! Greg never could, and he must have tried dozens of times, before he gave up." She exclaimed.

I smiled.

"How? How did you do it?" she demanded.

I debated telling her, but I had promised myself I would never keep anything from her, so I said, "Here, let me show you." And I replayed my memory for her.

"Oh. That was so simple. I don't know why your grandfather never figured it out." Catherine pondered out loud. "I'll have to fix that." She added, more to herself than me.

She kept thinking about it for a few minutes, and then said, "What's going on with Debbie and Jeff?"

I scanned them. They were asleep, cuddled together on the small bed. A smile creased Debbie's lips. I let Catherine feel what I found, and then replayed the bathroom scene, my transmission to Jeff, and then my visit to them later. Catherine sit quietly, taking it all in.

Finally she spoke. "Ever since you woke up, you have done so much good for our family. Sarah is as happy as I've seen her in years. And it looks like you fixed Debbie and Jeff's problem too. But I never thought I would know so many intimate details of their sex lives though!"

I just smiled.

"And the girls. They are changing right before my eyes. I never thought I would see Jennifer come out of her shell. And Randi is talking to her grandmother and mother more than ever. Julie is ... well, Julie. But she seems more balanced and self-confident than I've ever seen her."

"What about Candy and Mandy?" I asked. Catherine could feel my apprehension.

She studied me for a moment, and then smiled.

"Candy and Mandy are fine. I think Mandy has put her little episode behind her and her normal curiosity is coming out. She's waiting to see how it goes with her older cousins, but if I had to guess, I'd say she'll want to try you out also. Candy is the quiet one of the group, so I don't really even have a guess. Have you scanned them yet?"

"Yeah. Briefly, when we first got to Anna's. Then again the night John was rubbing Sarah's tits. I know that both are familiar with masturbation, but I couldn't find signs of any other experimenting." I supplied.

"Since we got up here, I haven't been around them too much until last night. I started to scan them, but got ... distracted, and when I got to breakfast this morning, they were gone. They've been out of my range all day. So I don't really know how last night affected them.

"It didn't seem to scare them, if that's what you want to know. They didn't even mention it this morning. They were all excited about the horseback tour." Catherine said.

She continued, "Julie, on the other hand, constantly bemoaned being on her period, and is dying for it to be over so she can, and I quote, ... do you more ways than Howard Johnson's has milkshakes."

I grinned.

"Last night was all she wanted to talk about until Liz made her be quiet."

"What about Jennifer?" I asked.

"Jennifer had a bunch of questions, but Liz told her to save them for you." Catherine responded, the twinkle again in her eye. "She's just as ready as Julie, but much more analytical about it.

"And what about you?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm in no hurry. I can wait until I get you alone!"

"What!" I was startled for a moment. "I meant what do you think of the girls? And what they want from me?" I tried to explain through my embarrassment.

Catherine and I had constantly been teasing each other, but this was the first time she had been that blatant about it. I realized I was looking forward to being alone with her too, and smiled as I told her so.

"As for what they want from you. It's exactly what you told me that day in the hospital. They want a safe and secure relationship that will allow them to grow and ... er ... blossom, was the word I believe you used, into the beautiful young women they are discovering they are."

"Hoisted by my own petard!" I thought.

"And personally, I don't think they could find a better man to help them become those beautiful women!" Catherine exclaimed admiringly.

"But please Michael, be careful. Don't hurt them."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I know you can be reluctant sometimes, but whatever you do, please don't dismiss their initial requests without using your gift to its fullest. You may not think they're ready, but if they think they are, remember, they have the right to make their own decisions."

I thought on her words a long time, and when I looked up, Catherine was gone.

My stomach growled, shaking me from my reverie. I looked to the back of my left wrist. "Damn! I am going to have to get me a watch!" I thought. "I hope it's time for lunch!"

I headed to the Dining Hall.



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Chapter 60


I relaxed a little as I saw the Dining Hall already had a small crowd. I scanned the ranch and found Nicky, Randi, Grace and Natalie on their way. John and Sarah were on the beach. Jeff and Debbie were still in bed, but it only took a glance to know they wouldn't be down for lunch. Jeff must not have been a good student. Debbie was making him do it all over again.

Liz and Anna were talking with Catherine on the porch of the Dining Hall, as I bounded up the steps. They waved, but made no move to join me. The two sets of twins were still out of my range.

I grabbed my lunch, begging for a double helping of the corned beef and cabbage. I took two slices of the homemade apple pie as well and headed to one of the long tables in the back.

Nicky and Randi and Grace and Natalie joined me shortly. They had a Scrabble game and the Oxford American Dictionary with them. Grace set up the board and explained the tournament rules. We begin playing as we ate.

After getting beat three times, I called it quits to the disappointment and moans of the girls.

"I'm going to the beach. I want to swim and catch a little sun." I told them, and headed next door.

Grabbing one of the big guest towels, I staked out a corner of the sand, and removed my shoes before heading into the cool lake water.

There was a couple of other guests on the raft, so I just swam, stretching my muscles with long easy strokes until I grew tired, then returned to the beach. I had forgotten the Coppertone.

Fortunately, the Scrabble players had decided to forego any more practice in favor of sun and fun on the beach with me, and they hadn't forgotten the Coppertone. I spent a considerable amount of time oiling up four very prime examples of nubile flesh. And then had the favor returned. I cannot remember this ever happening in my last life, and I'm sure I would have remember an experience like this.

Little Mike proudly displayed his pleasure at all the attention as well. And all four girls took turns giving him very personal salutes. Thank goodness, there weren't many people out at the time, or I'm sure Sandy would have gotten complaints about the lascivious nature of the girls' salutes.

Finally, we headed to the communal showers back at the Lodge.

I was actually anticipating a little more intimate time, when we got there, but the girls all disappeared and I was left to shower alone. I started to scan them, but decided that would be petty.

Debbie and Jeff came in as I was drying off. They had two of the goofiest grins I think I'd ever seen on a grownup, and Debbie broke into giggles when she saw me.

"There's Michael!" She giggled to Jeff as if she hadn't seen me in a long time. Then running up to me, she grabbed me and burned a kiss into my soul that would leave its mark for a long time. When she finally broke the kiss she was out of breath, but looked at me through hooded eyes and said, "I don't know how Jeff and I can ever thank you!" she said gushing with genuine gratitude.

"You have literally saved our marriage! And not only that, you have brought back the passion to our love life that I thought was gone forever! We both appreciate what you did for us, and somehow we'll find a way to thank you properly!"

I was embarrassed at the praise and not sure how to respond. Then Jeff spoke up.

"Michael, I don't know how to say it, except to just say thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me my Little Pookie back. If there is ever anything we can do for you, don't hesitate to ask either of us." Jeff gushed.

"You guys don't owe me! I just showed you something you had been overlooking for a while. You know, a different perspective, so to speak." I returned.

"But now, we have a different problem!" Debbie giggled. "I want to go home with him, but he won't let me!" she gave a faux pout. "He says I need to be here in case the girls are ready to become women. Jeff wants me here with them like you and Sarah and I discussed this morning."

"That may not be necessary, Debbie. I haven't read them yet, but they may not be ready yet."

"So you didn't see Mandy in the bathroom with Sarah and I this morning?" she asked.

"Ah ... no. I came in where you were talking about bearding the lion." I said.

Oh. Well you missed it then. Mandy got up to pee and finding us there, immediately started telling us how hot we were last night, and how she can't wait. She actually hinted about me being with her for her first time, but I was too wrapped up in dreading my own pain to catch it at the time. But when I told Jeff what she said, he caught it right away. And now he insists I stay for them."

"You and I will have time later, Pookie. A young girl only becomes a woman once. And I believe that they need their mother close by for that." Jeff proclaimed.

"And I expect you to take very good care of them Michael."

"IF they are as ready as you say, then I promise you I will not hurt them." I said seriously.

"Well, I know firsthand that you are a man of your word. And after seeing what you did for Debbie, I'd say they are in the best hands they could be." Jeff said.

"I just hope I can live up to your expectations." I said honestly.

"You will son. I believe in you or I wouldn't be putting my daughters in your hands in the first place! Or my wife either!" Jeff proclaimed. "While I'm gone, I want to be sure she is well taken care of. If she needs it, I want you to make sure she is just that. Well taken care of!"

"Did he just give me his blessings to fuck his daughters and his wife?" I asked myself. "This is certainly different from my last life. But as long as it fits with my mission, I'll do it if I have to." I thought with a chuckle.

I left the shower to them and looked at the back of my left wrist. "Damn! I have got to get a watch! I hope it's close to time for supper."

I was hungry! I wondered if using my gift was taking more energy, causing me to be hungry all the time.

"Not entirely. You may think like an old man, but you still have the body of a sixteen year old boy." Catherine thought to me. "And they are always hungry!" As she laughed.

Then she asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm leaving the Lodge, heading for the Dining Hall." I thought to her.

"Well detour towards the Pavilion. Supper tonight is an old fashioned western barbeque." Catherine informed me. "And your admirers are back and saving you a seat!" she added with more laughter.

I didn't run, but my hunger made me walk fast as I headed around the lake to the outdoor Pavilion. I could smell the barbeque and it was making my mouth water. I may not have been the last one there, but I sure wasn't early. I went to the end of the ten mile long line. It wasn't actually ten miles, but it sure seemed it to me.

I picked up a plate and loaded it up with three quarters of a ton of barbeque, and baked beans and homemade potato salad. I'd have to make a separate dessert run because there were too many I wanted to try. Lugging my overfull platter with me, I scanned for the family. They were actually scattered.

Liz and Anna were at a table with some women I didn't know. "Probably from the workshop." I surmised. Nicky, Randi, Grace, and Natalie were at a long table of strangers, some of them actually dressed, and I sensed immediately, that these were the Scrabble players.

"I've had my fill of Scrabble for today, thank you." I thought and continued scanning.

My power would tell me the general direction and distance, but they were still hard to spot for all the people. I saw John and Sarah sitting at a small table sipping on a beer. The other two chairs were empty and they had not gotten their food yet. "They must be waiting on Jeff and Debbie." I thought.

I focused on Catherine and found the rest. They were squeezed around a table on the outer fringe of the Pavilion, in the shade. Catherine was sitting with Jennifer, Mandy, and Candy and giggling like a teenager at something. So I scanned them.

" ... and every time we would break into a gallop, that horn thingy on the saddle would rub on my coochie and make me lose my balance and almost fall off." Candy said and they all laughed.

"And just when it begin to feel really good, Zack would see me and think I was falling and slow everyone back down." The girls giggled again.

"It was so-o-o frustrating Aunt Catherine." Candy whined. "I never did get off!"

"I know!" said Jennifer. "I had to go behind the rocks and do it myself before I could even pee!"

They all laughed hysterically at that.

"I don't know how Julie stood it." Jennifer said. "We all were wearing pads, but Julie took hers out this morning, when she saw her period had finished."

"Yeah! Every time I looked at her, her face was red and she was sweating a lot." Mandy said.

"And she didn't get to see much, 'cause she kept her eyes shut almost the whole time." Candy added.

"May I join you?" I asked as I walked up to their table.

Catherine said "Certainly!" but the girls all looked away in embarrassment, their conversation still echoing in their ears.

I was too hungry to tease them, so I just dug in. I had only gotten a few bites when I heard it.

"MI – KULL!" Julie screamed from half way across the Pavilion, as she ran to me. When she was still a few steps away, she launched herself at me, leaving her feet and wrapping her arms around my neck. I had started to stand and she wrapped her legs around my waist as she begin kissing my face, and neck and finally kissing me on the lips.

It wasn't erotic, like Debbie's kiss a short while ago, but what she lacked in eroticism, she made up for with enthusiasm.

She begin moaning in my ear. It seemed loud to me and I quickly looked around, but nobody except those at our table seemed to pay us much attention.

"Oh Michael!" she moaned in my ear. "I missed you so much! I thought that stupid horse would never get back here. That had to be the longest ride of my life!" Then she was back to kissing me some more.

"Help?" I thought to Catherine.

"You don't need Aunt Catherine to help you do what I want you to do Michael!"

"The little minx had intercepted my thought to Catherine!" I thought.

"Yeah. So what 'cha gonna do to me?" she teased.

"A spanking comes to mind. I teased her back.

"Oh, I want that!" she purred. "And I want you to tie me up, and play with my ass, and let me ride you on top, and do me like you did Debbie and ... well everything. I want it all Michael. And I want it NOW!"

I managed to get seated again, but Julie was all over me, mostly straddling me with her back to my chest and reaching for my hand, placed it on her budding breast. While she was nowhere near her mom's size yet, the shape and size of her nipples were alike.

Leaning back and pressing her chest out, she whispered in my ear, "It over Michael."

When she saw my puzzled look she said, "My period! It's over. And I'm protected and you said you would make love to me. Oh please do it Michael! Please fuck me!"

"Have you eaten?" I asked.

"I'm too horny to eat!" she replied.

"Well, would you sit next to me while I finish?" I asked.

"If I have to." She pouted. "But only if you don't take all night!"

Suddenly she cried, "Ow-w-w!"

Sarah had her by the ear and was pulling her off me. "MARCH! Young Lady!" and led her out of the Pavilion.

I tuned into the first part of the lecture her mother began as she marched her up the hill in the general direction of the Lodge. It was mostly about appropriate conduct in public places. I mentally tapped Sarah on the shoulder then played her the conversation I had overheard right before I sit down, hoping it would help Sarah understand Julie's advanced case of horny-itis.

I felt Sarah smile, and mentally shrug her shoulders as if asking what she should do.

"Do you think she's ready?" I thought.

"Damn right I'm ready!" Julie answered angrily.

"I didn't ask you, Julie. I was asking Sarah, and I would appreciate you not butting in." I thought brusquely. This was getting out of hand.

Julie pouted.

I closed my focus to just Sarah and said, "I'll handle this. Would you escort her to my room, and have her wait on me? Then get your shampoo and a couple of towels and meet us in the communal showers. I'll be there in ten minutes. I think she needs to be taught a little lesson before she's really ready."

"OK Michael." Sarah said out loud. "Do you want me to have a little talk with her, first?"

"No." I thought so both could hear me. "Just let me finish my dinner and I'll meet her in my room. Give me ten minutes."

"OH Goody!" she squealed.

Sarah smiled as I closed off my thoughts from Julie and told Sarah my plan. "Could you let John know I might not be back?" she thought to me.

She got worried when I didn't respond immediately, when suddenly she heard John's voice laughingly telling me to tell her he would be sleeping in the unfinished wing again tonight, because he definitely did not want to listen to his daughters screams.

I was lost in thought as I chewed my food. No one said anything to me, at least that I heard. Finally I stood to leave.

"Good evening Grandmother, Ladies. If you'll excuse me, it appears I have a previous engagement." I said as I left.

"I wish I could remember what movie that was from." I thought as I headed for the Lodge and my date with destiny, or in this case, Hurricane Julie.

"It was 'Sabrina'. Linus says it to his mother as he leaves to find Sabrina in Paris. Originally from the Sammy Taylor play 'Sabrina Fair' I think." Catherine thought back. "I simply loved that movie!"

Then, "Be gentle Michael. Despite her enthusiasm, it's still her first time." Catherine said.

As I climbed the steps, I put my plan into action. Stopping at a rocking chair, I thought to Sarah, "I don't know if I can do this Sarah." I exaggerated my sigh. I made sure I had Julie tied in so Sarah could feel her reactions as well.

Julie, who was stretched out full length on my bed, waiting eagerly, perked her mental ears as she felt my approach. Her grin faded as she heard my thoughts

"I don't know what to say. I never thought one of my children would embarrass me like that in public! I can't tell you how ashamed I am." Sarah responded.

"You! I thought I would die with her attacking me like a cheap whore in front of my family and all the other guests. I mean there were all those families with young children. Imagine what they thought!" I thought, trying to sound depressed.

Julie was becoming panicked as she realized our reactions to what she had done.

Sarah kept it up though. "I know. I don't think I can go back down there and face everyone after her little show." Sarah paused. Then thought, "But I tried not to fuss at her. She just didn't think about what she was doing."

Tears were welling up in Julie's eyes, as she lay there alone, realizing what she had done. Sarah joined me on the porch now.

"I know. And that's what's worrying me so much." I paused. Finally I thought, "Sarah, do you really think she's ready? I mean after such an immature display like that, it's difficult for me to believe she's mature enough for a real sexual relationship."

Julie broke into sobs now.

"Sarah, I just don't think I can go through with this. Could you go to my room and tell her? Please." I thought.

We could hear her sobs faintly in the distance, coming from my room. I spoke in a whisper. "I'm sorry. I don't like to hurt her. But she needs to learn."

"I know. And I really am embarrassed for what she did. I guess it's time to go see if she learned her lesson." Sarah sighed for real this time.

"If you think she did, and you feel she still wants to, take her to the communal showers and I'll join you." I told her softly.

Sarah nodded and went to my room. Of course, I read them.

They were in there for 30 minutes before, I finally heard Sarah tell Julie, "I appreciate your apology, but I think you owe Michael one as well." Sarah told her.

"But what if he won't ever speak to me again?" she was almost crying again.

"Why don't you go take a shower, and get freshened up, and I'll see if I can find Michael for you. OK?" Sarah suggested.

I quickly stepped back into the shadows on the porch and waited. Sarah walked Julie to the bathroom, telling her everything would work out, and then quickly left her to come find me.

"She learned her lesson alright. I doubt she'll ever do something like that again." Sarah whispered when we met on the big front porch. "Now. It's time for a little of the Michael Wagner magic!" she tried to smile. "She's emotionally wrung out, and she needs you."

"You gonna join us?" I asked.

"I don't think so. I think she needs to take the next step without her mother." Sarah said. "When you finish in the shower, take her to my room."

Then she added, "Michael, I know you will be good to her, but if you need me, to ... er ... finish things, I'll be in your bed."

I kissed her cheek then headed for the communal showers.



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Chapter 61


Julie was waiting for me, filled with apprehension instead of excitement. When I entered, she didn't run to me, but just turned facing me, looking at the floor. My heart was almost breaking as I waited.

When I scanned her, I knew she had learned her lesson. Now, my job was to help her recover and move on to the next, and more important lesson.

I stepped to her and took her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.

"I'm so sorry Michael. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was just so excited. When I realized my period was through, I could hardly think of anything else all day. And the saddle kept rubbing me and it was all I could do not to lose it out there on the trail. I guess when I saw you I went a little crazy."

"A little?" I said teasing her.

"OK. A lot!" she smiled.

"Julie," I stepped back so I could look in her eyes, still holding her hands, and said, "I want you to know that you excite the hell out of me. And if we had been alone, I would have taken your virginity right there on the table, you had me so wound up."

"Really?" she asked as some of the excitement returned.

"God yes!" I said. "You are so beautiful and sexy, I look at you and I almost go crazy myself."

She looked down to see Little Mike giving credence to my words. "Oh. I really do, don't I.

"Little Mike never lies." I quipped.

"Little Mike?" she asked.

"Yeah. I plan on introducing you to him in a while. But first, I'm going to bathe you. Come on!" I said as I pulled her to the communal showers. Adjusting the water, I began to get her wet.

"Close your eyes." I said gently. She did and I turned her to wet her hair. Then pouring the shampoo in my hand, I gently begin to massage her scalp as I worked the shampoo to lather.

Julie sighed. "That feels nice. I can't remember anyone ever washing my hair before."

"I've been told that if the guy does it right, it can be a very sensual experience." I said softly.

She purred, "Yes. It can."

She was vibrating as I ran my fingers through her wet hair, caressing her erogenous zones at the base of her neck as I washed and then rinsed her hair. I continued to monitor her emotions, watching her become more aroused as I washed her hair again.

Oh Michael..." she moaned, her eyes remained closed, her hands loosely on my hips.

After rinsing the second time, I applied the conditioner, massaging it in thoroughly. Then I took the soap, and working it into lather, I began to run my soapy hands over her shoulders.

"Turn around." I said. "I'll do your back."

She said, "Oh! Ok."

Then as I started running my hands down her back, "Oh-oo ... that feels nice!"

"Julie," I interrupted her thoughts, "Jennifer is wanting to know what you're feeling. I believe she wants me to connect her with us. What do you think?"

"We talked about it before. And I think it's OK." She said thoughtfully, "But she can't interrupt us or join us."

I connected Jennifer and replayed Julie's response.

"Oh my god, thank you Jules!" said Jennifer.

"Just remember, you have to do the same for me, Jen!"

"Cool." Replied Jennifer. "Can Mandy and Candy do it too!"

"Only if they agree to the stuff you agreed to. You know, don't interrupt and they gotta share their first time with Michael with me."

I brought Candy and Mandy into the connection as well. I could sense they were all in the same bedroom together. "Thank Julie!" they both squealed excitedly.

"Now, Michael was in the process of bathing me and washing my hair, so if you'll excuse us, I'll let him get back to what he was doing." Julie giggled.

As I had done with Debbie, I made the channel one way. Three excited young ladies chattering in the background wasn't helping me keep my own sexual urgings under control, so I turned them way down. But I could still sense them, and their anticipation was almost greater than Julie's. And Julie's was driving me to distraction already!

I squatted to wash her cute little derrière, running my soapy hands slowly down her leg and back up, caressing her nether region as I slipped by and then washed down the other leg.

"God. You feel delicious!" I growled as I passed those virgin lips again, causing her to tremble with my close proximity to her young quim.

Julie giggled. I felt three other pussies clinch.

Still squatted, I turned her around and ran my soapy hands down and back up each leg from the front, barely grazing the downy fur of her virgin gate of heaven once more.

A shiver ran through her, and then she started panting, "oo, oo, oo-o-o..."

Placing just the tips of all ten fingers on her flat tummy, just above her love box, I rubbed gently in small circles, from the top of her slit to the bottom of her breasts. She increased the pace of her breathing and her "oo-oo-oo's" as I got closer to her breasts. In the now whirling dervish of her emotions, she wanted me to touch them.

In the background, I could sense three sets of raging hormones urging me on, wanting to vicariously feel a man's touch on their aching little boobies.

Julie groaned as I stopped. I stood and put more soap in my hands. Then stepping behind her, I reached around her and ran my hands up her ribcage, and the slowly begin to wash her breasts, working from underneath to the tops, hefting them slightly and then sliding on, careful to avoid touching her areola's or nipples. Finally, I cupped both breasts, and using just my finger and thumb squeezed her nipples slightly, pulling until they slipped through my soapy fingers, only to repeat it again and again.

Her moans became almost constant now, punctuated by little "oo-oo-oo's".

When I sensed she was almost there, I dropped my hand and covered her pussy, pressing in and allowing my middle finger to penetrate between her virgin lips to touch her where she had never been touched before. I started moving my finger, sliding it from the bottom of her gash to the top, lightly brushing her now hard little clit.

Feeling her about to reach the summit, I ground my throbbing cock against the cleft of her ass cheeks, as I continued my finger's maiden journey, over and over until suddenly, she screamed! It echoed off the tile walls and in the background of my mind, I shut off the sounds of three other climaxes, and focused on holding Julie up.

The door to the bathroom slammed open with a loud crack. Sarah and Debbie stood there, their eyes locked on a naked Julie, limp against me, my hands on her pussy and one boob, holding her steady.

I quickly sent them the replay, slowly, to give Julie some time to recover. They stood there, their eyes glazing over as they became awash in Julie's emotions, experiencing the thrill of her first orgasm, literally at the hands of a guy.

As the replay wound down, Sarah slumped against the open door. Debbie put out her hand to steady herself. They both had only one hand free to do that. The other hand was busy rubbing their own pleasure palaces, and I could feel their arousal flare.

Sarah stepped to Julie and hugged her, while Debbie eased out the door. Poor Jeff. He was not off the hook tonight, no matter how good he was this morning, based on Debbie's thoughts as she left.

"Oh Baby! Are you OK?" Sarah questioned Julie.

"Oh Mom! It was like, wow! I don't know, like nothing I ever felt before. I can't even do me that good!" Julie panted, still slightly out of breath.

I had turned off the shower and quickly dried myself. Then taking a towel, I wrapped Julie in it and picked her up, one hand under her shoulders, the other under her legs.

"Sarah, could you get me a brush, and a hair dryer, please?" I asked as I carried Julie down the hall to her mom's room. The bed was turned down, and the room lit with a multitude of candles, causing our shadows to dance on the wall.

"I was touched that her mom would have gone to so much effort to help make the night memorable.

"Thank you. This is wonderful." I thought just to Sarah.

I sat Julie down on the chair, still wrapped in the towel, and turned her to face the mirror. Sarah had followed us into the room and handed me a brush as she plugged in a portable hair dryer.

Looking at me, she said, "May I?"

I stepped back and she lovingly begin to comb out her daughter's hair. I stood there watching them, my eyes locked on Julie's in the mirror, watching as the flickering flames of the candles in the mirror magnified her glow. I begin to feed them what I was feeling as I watched.

"He's doing it again Momma." Julie said. "It feels like he's loving me with his eyes."

Sarah didn't respond, but there were tears in her eyes as she dried Julie's hair. Finally, she turned off the dryer and said, "Baby, I love you so much. But you have a wonderful young man that needs your attention now." As she pointedly looked at my throbbing shaft.

Because I still had all of us connected, Sarah immediately sensed Julie's confusion at her statement.

"Julie," she said immediately, "Do you remember what we talked about at Anna's house last weekend? About mutually satisfying each other?"

Sarah could see Julie was still confused about what she was saying.

So Sarah said, "When a young man gets aroused by a beautiful girl, he can become impatient and get in a hurry. Since we," she smiled knowingly at Julie, "usually enjoy it if our lover takes his time. It is better if we return the favor and help him to cum before we actually start to make love. That way, if he's a good lover, he will be able to take his time and make our experience much more pleasurable."

You could sense it was becoming clearer for Julie.

"OK." She said hesitantly. "Ah ... how do we..." her soft voice trailed off as she tried to ask.

I had sat down on the bed, so taking Julie by the hand she led her to stand in front of me. Julie hesitated, so I leaned forward, wrapping her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She groaned as we broke the kiss.

In the background I heard the other's moan.

Sarah knelt beside me, just outside my spread legs.

Julie followed, kneeling between them, still unsure. "What ... what do I do?" she asked her mom.

Her mom reached over and taking Julie's hand placed it on my shaft.

"Feel it Julie? It's alive and throbbing for you. It wants to be touched and caressed by you." Sarah told her as she urged Julie's hand up and down my shaft.

I moaned.

"You have aroused it. Your beauty, your charm, and your sexy little body have all combined to make Michael want you." Sarah continued. "All your womanly allures have gotten him to the point he can hardly think, his desire for you so great. But, we are not ready to give up on the night, so we have to find a way, to help him calm down without ruining the rest of the evening for us. So you need to help him, the same way he helped you in the shower. For when two people make love. It's not about cumming once, but about sensually pleasing each other, over and over, until you are so exhausted, you can't go on, and then falling asleep in each other's arms, to dream of doing it again, and again."

"Oh my god!" exclaimed one of the young voyeurs in my mind.

Sarah kept on taking softly to Julie, "Isn't it magnificent Julie? In just a little while, it will penetrate that sacred tunnel between your legs for the first time. And then you will know, truly know what it feels like to be a woman. But for now, you have him in your power. You can make him feel good, or not. Do you want him to feel good Julie? It's up to you Baby. Make love to it. With your hands and even your lips."

Julie stopped and looked at her mom when she said this. But Sarah didn't miss a beat and promptly lowered her mouth to my cock, and lightly kissed the tip. Little Mike jerked, straining for more. Sarah pulled back and looked at Julie who leaned forward and kissed the tip of my rocket, lighting the fuse.

I groaned, hard.

A thrill went through her as she tasted a male penis for the first time and she shivered visibly. Then she touched the tip of her tongue to my tiny slit, and licked it.

I moaned some more.

Julie looked at me, her eyes making contact with mine, and then she lowered her mouth and engulfed the head, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Julie, run your tongue around the head, but be careful of your teeth. They'll hurt him." Sarah instructed so softly I could barely hear her. But Julie did. "Good. Now lick the little seam that runs the length of his shaft, right there." She said as Julie found it with her tongue.

I was groaning non-stop now.

"That's it. Now cup his balls, gently in your other hand. And lick the area just under the head. There!" Sarah continued. "See how good that makes him feel."

I had been groaning and now a growl escaped my lips, as I reached my limit of her erotic stimulation, I cried, "Oh god! I'm cum-m-ming!"

Julie, on hearing me, pulled her mouth and hands back, to watch. But Sarah rescued me, reaching over and grabbing my shaft, she slid her hand up and down, faster and faster, finally lowering her mouth to engulf me as I spewed. I groaned one last time.

When Sarah sensed I had finished, she raised her mouth and smiling at Julie asked, "Would you like to taste your man?" Then without waiting for a verbal answer, Sarah kissed her, sharing my cum!

Julie was dazed when they broke their kiss. It was the first time she had tasted cum, but it was not the first time she had kissed a girl. I was scanning her closely as she decided whether she liked it. Sarah looked on in anticipation. Had she gone too far, she wondered?

Julie smiled and leaning forward, kissed her mom again with passion. "Thank you!" she told her mom. Sarah's eyes filled with tears as she said softly, "You're welcome, Baby.

I stood and lifted Julie on to the bed. Then turning to Sarah, I kissed her too.

"Do you want me to leave you now?" Sarah asked hesitantly.

"No Momma. Stay with me, please?" Julie responded.

Sarah went around the bed and settled on Julie's other side, grasping her hand and squeezing. "I love you Baby." She said.

I crawled up on the bed, between her legs. Taking her knee I pushed it back until it touched her breast. Sarah took Julie's hand and guided it to her leg. Finally Julie understood and grabbed both her legs holding them spread wide, waiting expectantly. She looked at me, the lust burning in her eyes.

The three little pussies down the hall, quivered in anticipation with her.

I lowered my head to her virgin cleft, and very slowly touched the tip of my tongue to her engorged clit that was peeking out from its hood, like a tiny periscope above the waves of her womanhood.

Julie let out a squeak. Three other's echoed her.

Using the flat of my tongue, I licked her slit from top to bottom, and then started again.

She let out the breath she had been holding in an explosive "Oh god-d-d!" And then held it again as I continued to lick up and down.

"Oh Momma! He's licking me!" Julie cried. The other girls were moaning with her.

Sarah placed her hand on Julie's breast, and gently toyed with her nipple. I could feel the electricity running from her now swollen nipple to her swelling cunt lips.

"Look Sarah. Her tiny little pussy lips are swelling and opening her little coochie for me." I said out loud. And this time when I licked her gash, my tongue glided between her lips as her flower blossomed before my eyes.

Julie was thrashing her head side to side as the fires flamed between her legs. So I begin kissing my way up her belly, trailing my tongue, licking every sensitive area of her abdomen and belly button.

Julie's breath was ragged, and so were the other four. Because Sarah was almost beside herself in anticipation, knowing where I was headed, and what was in store for her Baby.

The others knew it was time, because Julie began to chant "Please Michael! Please!" then "Do it Michael, Do it!" then "Please, Michael! Please!" over and over again as my tongue bypassed her aching nipples and I kissed up her chin gently and slowly until I reached her ear.

"Are you sure, my love?" I whispered. Sarah, beside me, shivered deeply.

Julie was writhing in desire, "Oh please-ee-e-se Michael! Do it! Now! Please!" she cried.

I was on my hands and knees above Julie, and she had rotated her hips to bring her tingling pussy in firmer contact with my pulsing hard-on. Julie's eyes were squeezed shut, and she was chanting softly now, "Fuck me Michael."

I looked to Sarah for help and she quickly reached for my cock, to position it properly for deflowering a young virgin.

My focus was totally on Julie as I lowered my steel hard shaft between her swollen nether lips. Probing ever so slowly, her velvet glove squeezed the head of my cock. I swiveled my hips gently stretching the previously un-stretched muscle. The head of my cock was barely inside her when I touched her gate. She felt the pressure and drawing a deep breath said, "Do it!"

I plunged.

She yelped! Then sucked in her breath, and looked at me, surprised at the pain. Her mom grasped her daughter's hand worried. Since we were connected, Sarah and I could feel she was Ok. But I asked anyway, still stationary above her.

"It hurt, but not as bad as what you did to my ear earlier." She told her mother.

"Should I pull out?" I asked. "Or are you ok to go on?"

"Give me a moment. It doesn't really hurt, I just feel so full!" Julie said.

I stayed as motionless as I could, and soon felt her begin to move her hips experimentally."

"Hey, that feels really good!" she sounded surprised.

"Is there any pain?" Sarah asked.

Julie was beginning to move more and I focused on her again. She was experimenting, but not nearly as aroused as she was. So I kept my movements slow, letting her decide how far she wanted to move. I was actually fascinated to watch her emotions and the thoughts that went with them change as she realized that having something that large in her twat really felt good. In just minutes, her thoughts went from explorer to addict. Her emotions went from curious to panting with desire.

So when I finally began to withdraw most of my length, she whined "No-o-o..."

But when I reversed direction and started to squeeze my way back into her tight cavern, she squealed "Yes!"

I increased my tempo slowly, and with each thrust back into her depths, she hissed "Yes!" through clinched teeth. I wasn't trying to get my entire length inside her right away so I continued a steady pace of slow strokes. Julie's closed her eyes as she concentrated on the sensations coursing through her body. After a while, Sarah said "Look Baby. You did take it all!"

Julie opened her eyes wide, and fixed them on her crotch where we were joined.

"Momma! Look! It's in! I took it all in!" she squealed and stared, fixated on watching me pull it all the way out, and then immediately back into her depths. "Oh yes! Do that! Yes!" I obliged her, smiling.

Julie kept getting close, only to be distracted by some new discovery. Finally I saw her wince, and decide that much more would begin to cause her pain, so I motioned for Sarah to start rubbing her clit while I focused all my desire on her. In minutes she was in the throes of an orgasm. And we could all sense her immense satisfaction. But I could tell that a lot of it stemmed from her sense of accomplishment and the wonder of something new.

I cut the connection to everyone now except Julie. And as she came down, I slowly withdrew from her. Little Mike was as hard as Chinese arithmetic, with flecks of blood near the base.

What's wrong Michael? You're bleeding!" she cried, and then winced as she got up. Sarah got a bemused smile on her face, but remained mysteriously silent.

"That's not me." I said and she twisted to look, but I stopped her from getting up and taking the washcloth I gently wiped the pussy of a new woman. Then taking the damp cloth I washed myself.

Sarah stood and asked me, "You gonna be OK?"

I was still hard, but most of the desire had waned. This had been Julie's voyage of discovery, and I hoped it was a good one for her. But it was not the romantic interlude I preferred.

"Yeah. I'll be fine in a little while."

"Then I'm gonna take this girl, make that woman, to get cleaned up. Good night Michael." Sarah said. Julie smiled at the reference to the fact that she was now a woman as her mom led her out the door.

I blew out the candles, picked up the towels, and headed for my room. At this moment, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to see another virgin again.



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Chapter 62


May 27, 1971 – Thursday

I was awake. It was not light yet, but it would not be dark much longer. I needed to run this morning, so as soon as there was enough light to see, I took off through the morning mist.

I had decided on the old logging trail this morning. No real reason, jut that it was different. I was still trying to figure out last night, and why I felt the way I did, not to mention I was slightly frustrated.

So after passing the western end of the lake, I began to focus on becoming one with the grasslands around me, like the Old One had taught me, and in doing so, I found myself relaxing.

After a while, I came to a little used trail that branched off towards the ridge that marked the southern boundary of the ranch. I lost track of time, immersed in the beauty and balance of everything around me.

The old track I was following eventually started uphill, and my breathing was becoming labored when suddenly I saw smoke in the distance. I kept on running, but at a slower pace. As I rounded a bend in the trail, I was brought up short. Spread out before me was the ranch, bathed it the first light of morning, as the sun was just peeking over the horizon in the east.

"Good. You're here." Thought the Old One.



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Chapter 63


I sat there looking at the campfire, and thinking of all the Old One had taught me, when suddenly I could feel Catherine, and she was alarmed. "Holy cow!" I thought. "Could I really sense her from here?"

Tentatively, I tried to connect and suddenly I could feel her worry. It didn't take any time to scan her and find out she was worried ... about me! So I mentally tapped her on the shoulder.

"What 'cha doing?" I asked casually.

"Michael?" she thought.

"Good morning!" I said cheerfully.

"It's almost noon! You didn't show up for breakfast, then no one could find you..." she paused, realizing what must have happened.

"Was it the ... Old One?" she asked.

"Yeah. I went for my morning run and all of a sudden, there he was, waiting for me." I told her.

"Where are you now? Are you back?"Catherine asked tentatively.

"Not really. I'm on the north face of the south ridge, looking at this wonderful vista of the ranch. I'm not great estimating distances, but my best guess would be about five miles or so."

"That's further than you have been able to reach before, isn't it?" Catherine asked.

"Oh yeah! But I need to experiment with it some now. Excuse me for a minute." I said.

I began to scan and was surprised to find everyone. I even detected Buddy's emotional signature way off to the west of me. I couldn't read him, but I felt his presence none the less. I excitedly filled Catherine in.

She was speaking on the phone in Anna's room, telling Anna I was in touch with her, so I located Anna myself.

" ... and it's a big ranch, he could be anywhere. Did he say where?" Anna was asking Catherine.

"He said he could see the ranch, and that it was a beautiful view." Catherine answered.

"Catherine, we're gonna have to do something about him wandering off like this. When I called the post command, they just told me to take two aspirin and call them tomorrow." Anna sounded exasperated.

"I think you should lock him naked in a room with four virgins and a secret agent. That'll punish him!" I said laughing.

"Michael?" Anna asked.

"Dr. Carter."

"Michael, where are you?" she asked.

"Right now, I'm inside the heart of a very beautiful doctor, who is scared she's falling in love with a sixteen year old!" I revealed.

"Oh my..." said Catherine.

"What ... how... ?" Anna stumbled. "Oh shit!"

"Doctor!" Catherine giggled.

"I'm sorry." Said Anna.

"Michael, I think you need to get back here. Can you find your way?" Catherine asked.

"I'll just follow the path back the way I came. Except this time I turn right at the cave." I said. "I'm on my way now."

"Can we keep talking like this? I'm leaving tomorrow, and there's several things we need to talk about." Catherine asked.

"Cave? What cave? Michael exactly where are you?" Anna asked.

"Catherine, to answer your question, yes and add Jeff to our list."

"Anna, I am southwest of you, maybe five or six miles, about halfway up the northern face of the southern mountain range. I followed the old logging trail west, and then branched off on a little used, but well-marked trail that seems to head up and over the southern range."

"Well-marked? There's no southern trails off the old logging trail. I grew up here. I know this ranch like the back of my hand." Anna was almost ranting. "Michael, stay where you are. I'm coming to get you!" I could hear her yelling to someone to saddle two horses, and bring the S&R kits.

"Anna, sweetheart..." I said soothingly, sharing calmness with her. "I'll meet you where the old trail leaves the logging trail. OK?"

"I ... uh ... OK ... please be careful, Michael. I don't want you to get hurt." Anna said.

"I'll see you in a few minutes, darling. Don't rush and hurt yourself. Bye for now." I told her and cut the connection. I kept an eye on her though as I turned the rest of my attention to Catherine.

"I'm sorry for the interruption." I told Catherine. "Where were we?"

"You were, and still are, incredible to me!" Catherine said. "I thought I could just get in line behind Jennifer and Randi, but it seems your dance card just got longer."

I laughed. "Catherine, you can cut in any time you want." I said and shared my adoration for her. "Would you like me to ditch the doctor and come straight there?" I asked.

I could feel the turmoil this question caused, even though we usually teased like this.

"Be serious, Michael. We have several things to discuss." She finally said. I could sense the resignation in her voice.

"You're the boss! What's happening?" I said smiling.

"First, Sarah said you were wonderful last night. She was up early searching for you. She said that in the excitement she forgot to finish what Julie started. I take it she was going to finish it this morning. Now Julie is upset thinking she made you mad." Catherine said. I could detect a sly smile.

"This business of helping them is not nearly as easy as I thought it would be!" I said.

"Just wait. It gets better. Jennifer and the twins have also finished their periods, and have been questioning Julie non-stop. I'm not sure, you'll have to read them, but I think I detect a little envy in them as well. I mean Julie's not bragging or anything, but she is glowing this morning." Catherine reported.

"Any advice?" I asked.

"Just to remember your mission." She said.

"Thanks! You're a big help! I thought you were going to advise me?" I said teasing only a little.

"I just did. If you're worried about the girls getting along with each other, don't! They will work out who gets you first and probably even when. You're mission is to keep them safe and make them happy. I just advised you to remember it." Catherine said laughing at me.

"OK. The girls will handle number one. What's next on your list?" I asked.

"I spoke with Wallace. He spoke to Vivian and Harrison and they want to meet you."

"When?" I asked.

"As soon as we can set something up. It's looking like lunch next Friday, the fourth. It means you would have to leave here on Thursday, and spend the night at Seven Oaks. We'll go into the city on Friday and I'll show you around a little before the meeting."

"Seven Oaks?"

"That's the name of our Estate. When Grandfather Milford bought the estate back in eighteen ninety two, there were seven large oak trees leading to the main house. Over the years, lightning took out two of them and the hurricane of 1924 took down the biggest one. Liz and I used to climb it when mother wasn't watching. I was sad to see it go." Catherine reminisced.

"Will the others be there?" I asked. Catherine knew I was referring to the family members.

"I don't think so. Although Liz may want to come home with you. She mentioned it earlier but we haven't discussed it any more. This is not a formal board meeting. More a casual opportunity to meet the new boss. Although even these could be pretty formal when Nancy was involved." Catherine said.

"You said you would tell me about Grandfather's sister... ?"

"Greg was born in 1912, the youngest of seven. They were a poor family, and the other three boys and two girls had all passed on, from various causes. But Nancy, who was born ten years earlier, in 1902, survived. According to her, she and Greg were never close, until he woke up from his coma. Then your grandfather made a special effort to get to know her better. When her first husband died in World War I, he left her a small farm which Greg talked her into selling and investing in Wagner Industries and other things as he directed. Today, they are very wealthy, but she sometimes likes to flaunt it a little too much. Anyway, for the last several years her health has been declining, and she recently asked the board to replace her with her daughter Vivian." Catherine paused.

"I don't know her very well. She's a little older than Sarah and Debbie, and she grew up in upstate New York so our paths never crossed much. She has two children, Robert and Amy. Robert just turned 19 and is at Yale. Amy is the same age as Grace and Natalie. But I haven't seen them in years. There is a party at Harrison's on Saturday night, the 5th and I would imagine they would be there. Harrison is Robert's Godfather." Catherine said.

"That reminds me, I need to have your tux dry cleaned for the party." Catherine said.

"Tux?" I asked.

"Yes. Beauregard parties are always formal. And famous for the guest list."

"Oh great! I adore stuffy parties with all those snobbish people."

"Come now Michael. This one is going to be in your honor. Your 'coming out', as it were. There are a lot of people who are going to want to meet the wunderkind who is taking the reins at Wagner Industries at the age of sixteen. And by then, the rumors of your financial prowess will have made the rounds." She said with mirth.

"My financial prowess?" I questioned her.

"You've already made the company millions with the information you gave Jeff and John. It will be a well-known rumor by the time you arrive." She laughed. I sensed her hand in this 'rumor' but let it go. I'm sure she has her reasons.

I scanned for Anna. She was coming at a fast trot. I figured she would be here shortly.

"Do you anticipate any problems from the three of them? About me taking over the company early?" I asked.

"I don't really know. I'll learn more when I see Wally on Monday. We'll see." Catherine said. "Remember, this is mainly for the sale of the process to the Russians. Everything else should remain status quo."

"Thank goodness! I don't know how I can run a large company and get my civics homework done too." I dead panned.

Catherine laughed. "I have a feeling that civics will be the last of your worries." She smiled and her persona lit up. "That brings up the question of your permanent residence. Care to tell me what you're thinking?"

"That depends on how the emancipation petition is coming." I said.

"We'll have to check with John, but the last I heard, he was talking about getting your driver's license re-issued in Tennessee. He is checking on several of the points in the petition, the main one being about living by yourself. Wally has the accounting department preparing a financial earning statement for the courts, so he doesn't anticipate any problems. Also, the FBI has submitted some sealed statements concerning your importance in the deal with the Russians."

"Nicky told me she was going where ever you go, but I can tell she has been really happy going to school with Randi. They have been sharing Randi's room for the last two months. Both Sarah and Debbie have said you could stay with them. But with both of them expecting, that would be short term at best. And Liz hasn't decided on re-building yet. She keeps putting it off for some reason."

"I think I want to stay close to Nicky for now." I thought to Catherine. "Once Liz decides what she's going to do, I'll make my plans. So I guess that means school in Tennessee this fall."

"That may not be so bad. You'll be able to keep a close watch on the girls and be involved in their lives both at home and at school. Also, there will be less exposure to the press down there." She said.

"Press?"

"Paparazzi. News mongers. Photo Journalists. Reporters. They can be a real pain. Especially in New York. In Tennessee, it will be a little more difficult for them."I could feel her loathing welling up inside her.

"Anything else? Anna's almost here and I'm hungry." I asked.

"What else is new?" Catherine laughed. "Speaking of Anna. She has been assigned as your doctor by the CIA. And Michael, she's not really an agent. Although she has been through their standard training, she's still a leading expert on head trauma and has always been considered a civilian contract employee."

"A part-timer huh." I grinned.

"Yes. The FBI is actually taking over your personal security. David and Beth will stay with me. And Peter and the others will stay at Liz's farm for now, but I'm not sure of the details yet. The FBI will assign your escort next week."

"Ok. Have you talked with Grace lately?" I asked.

"Quite a bit, actually. And Nicky as well. They said you told Grace?"

I knew what she was referring to.

"I felt I had to if she is going to be close to me. She wants to learn to do what you do for me." I replied.



"I know, Michael. And I think it's wonderful! I'll do everything I can to help her. She's already questioning me about my relationship with Greg. I asked her to wait until we leave Twin Springs, and then I would spend more time with her. I'm thinking of taking her and Natalie to New York next weekend when we go."

"That would be great!"

"And Michael..."

"Yes?"

"She's ready."



"I figured that. But is she protected?" I asked

"She soon will be. Did you know they are flying back with us tomorrow?" Catherine asked.

"No! What's up with that?" I said, slightly alarmed. It crossed my mind that Grace had changed her mind and decided she didn't want anything to do with me anymore and was leaving for good.

"Calm down. I'm taking them back to Tennessee so they can attend their graduation ceremonies Saturday night. And so Natalie can give her valedictory speech. Sarah has arranged for Grace to see her OB/GYN tomorrow afternoon to be fitted for an IUD. They'll fly back here on Monday."

"Oh. That's great!" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Michael?" Catherine thought hesitantly, recalling what I had said earlier concerning Anna falling for me.

"Yes Catherine, what I said earlier about Anna wrestling with the idea of falling in love with a sixteen year old is true. But remember, she carried a significant load of guilt into every other relationship she's ever had. So I am her first true love so to speak. I'm also sure it will pass. Somehow, I just can't see her getting excited about going to the junior prom." I explained.

"I see what you mean." Catherine chuckled. "Just don't hurt her Michael. I like her." She added seriously.

"Speak of the devil, she's close now. Is there anything else?" I asked.

"You said to add Jeff to the list. What's wrong? He and Debbie are the happiest I've seen them in years." Catherine asked.

"I don't have time to explain now, but get him in to see a heart specialist, a nutritionist, and a personal trainer, pronto! He's got some early signs of heart problems. If he addresses it now, he can stave off a whole boatload of problems in the near future."

"Oh. Well Ok. I'll talk to him on the way home tomorrow." Catherine said.

"Thanks! Gotta go. I'll see you when we get back." I said. "And Catherine..."

"Yes?"

"Next Saturday?" I said.

"Yes?"

"Save the last dance for me. OK?"

Catherine didn't respond, but I felt the tingle run through her.



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Chapter 64


Anna waved when she spotted me and urged the horses into a gallop. Pulling up in front of me and dropping the reins, her boots were out of the stirrups and she was sliding to the ground before the horses fully stopped. She was wearing a skirt but was topless. I noticed a wet spot on the saddle, right behind the pommel as she dismounted.

Anna grabbed me and kissed me so passionately, it curled my toes.

I had slipped on an athletic supporter and running shorts before I left this morning. Not for modesty, but to help protect the family jewels while running. She dropped to her knees and tugged my shorts, dropping them down to my shoes, and whined when she saw the athletic supporter. But that only slowed her a few seconds, as it quickly joined my shorts at my shoe tops. Then with obvious glee, she wrapped her hand around Little Mike, who responded in typical Little Mike fashion, becoming as hard as a calculus exam the morning after a frat party.

Without a word, she proceeded to lick my hardened spike like the first hungry cat on the scene of a milk truck accident. Last night's unfinished business had left me with a hair trigger, so it wasn't long before my groans were running together in one long one, and finally culminating in a geyser-like eruption. Anna greedily swallowed as much as she could, but some of my cum dribbled out the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

I dropped to my knees, because I don't think I could keep standing after that, and kissed her. In my last life, I had never tasted my own cum, but I had also lived 56 years without a blowjob. So it had never crossed my mind to even try it. And while it did nothing for me, Anna found it tremendously arousing that I would kiss her with my cum still on her lips.

She again broke our kiss and stood to remove a blanket from one of the packs, and spread it on the ground, then shimmied out of her skirt, standing now in just her cowgirl boots. As I suspected from the wet saddle, she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Damn! She sure is sexy like that!" I thought.

"So, you like me like this, do you?" She thought back to me as she twirled and did a little line dance type shuffle in her boots.

"I'll say! You are so-o-o hot!" I responded.

She reached for my hand as I shucked my shorts and supporter over my shoes. And pulling me to the blanket, she had me lay on my back as she said, "Well, you're gonna be my stallion, and I'm in the mood for a wild ride!"

I lay back, looking up at the towering silhouette of flaming sex goddess, my tempered sword about to be sheathed in her velvet scabbard. "Oh shit! Come ride me Little Cowgirl!" I invited.

This was not her first rodeo, and so my wild bull was inside her golden lasso in one deep plunge. Anna moaned "Yes! That it's Stud! Spear me with that big log!"

She began to rock, sliding her pussy back and forth, tickling her enlarged clit with my pubic bone as my flesh-covered blade rotated around the insides of her now sopping wet scabbard. Soon she was lifting and plunging her small caliber chamber on my large caliber bullet, faster and faster. There was nothing slow or tender about our coupling. It was fucking at its wildest, abandoning ourselves to the overwhelming desire we shared.

Her pace was incredible. And her stamina was amazing as she continued to fuck me hard.

"Yes! That's it! Giddy up stud! Fuck your Little Cowgirl deep!" She shrieked. At this pace, I wasn't sure I could hold off my pending eruption. I furiously ran through the multiplication tables, almost losing it at six time nine, and imagined every old, wrinkled Sunday School teacher I'd ever had. Still, it was close as she rode me like the last survivor trying to outrun the stampede.

Finally, as her furry furnace reached the boiling point, she screamed, "Brand me, Michael! Mark this pussy as yours forever!"

"Oh god!" I groaned. I couldn't hold it. I heaved my hips off the blanket as I came, thrusting my pulsing gun barrel deep in her vibrating cum holster, spewing my liquid bullets in her pulsing pussy. Our combined weight on my shoulders and my heels, she was impaled on my saddle horn, her legs dangling to my sides without the benefit stirrups, her weight directly on her now super-sensitive clit.

She howled! A long desolate half scream, half moan, like a wild animal gone mad in the dead of night.

"Ah-h-h ... So-o-o-o good-d-d-d!" Her wild moan sent chills down my spine.

Wiped out from the furious pace of our fucking, I dropped to the blanket with a thud. She swayed, still impaled on my unrelenting rod, the shivers of multiple aftershocks coursing through her body, and in almost comical slow motion, she toppled towards me. I threw up my hands to catch her, lowering her heaving chest to mine. She just collapsed on top of me mashing her large boobs to my chest, and lay there panting.

A few days ago, I had accused her of forgetting the resiliency of youth, and sensing my manhood still somewhat hard, I rolled over on top of her, still buried long and deep in her palace of wonders, and using my golden broadsword, began to slay the dragon within once more.

I used a slower longer stroke than before, better able to judge in this position as I slowly withdrew until the tip of my long barrel was just barely inside her quivering cock holster, only to quickly plunge back to the depths, before reversing my motion and starting the very slow journey back out.

Without my gift, I would have wondered if she had passed out or if I was hurting her. But I knew she was just lying there reveling in the wonder of a lover, with both a young man's stamina, and the experience of an older lover, to service her so completely. The thrill alone of getting more than she expected flooded her cunt, along with my previous cum, yet her pussy begin to vibrate as my re-expanding man-muscle filled her even more.

"Oh shit! I had forgotten what it was like to fuck a teenager!" she thought to herself.

The first fuck was hers, but this one was selfishly mine, and I made sure I enjoyed every ... single ... stroke. As each stroke forced more and more of my previous cum from her pussy, I raised myself up on my elbows and tiptoes and thought to her, "Close your legs."

And then putting my legs back down on the outside of hers, I resumed my deliberate stroking. The new position had the effect of tightening her pussy and placing her clit in such a way as to better feel each slow stroke out. I then begin to rotate my hips, scraping my cock head on the sides of her hidden cavern and rubbing her clit with my pelvis.

She started moaning, little gasping moans, coinciding with my cocks slow journey out, and then a "Umphmph!" As I plunged back in.

I believe in sticking with a good rhythm, so I did. I read her periodically to see when to change. But finally realized she wasn't going to climax again. I was a little surprised to discover how long it had been since she had fucked this much.

She was almost languid as she reveled in the pleasure. But for her, the big climaxes were over. So sensing my impending peak, I sped up and was cumming in no time.

I rolled off her to her side, gasping from our marathon.

She giggled and said, "I knew when I first met you that you were a hypersexual sixteen year old, I just didn't think I would find out firsthand!"

I was still too winded to verbally joust with her, so I just lay there on my side, looking at her with the silly grin of a very satisfied hypersexual sixteen year old.

She turned so her back was to me and spooned her body to mine. Then reaching for my hand, she placed it under her boob, and gently squeezed my hand on it, letting out the sigh of a very satisfied hypersexual thirty three year old.

We dozed off together.



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Chapter 65


My stomach growling woke me up. And I had to pee. The sun was on its downward journey, soon to be setting in the west. I looked at the back of my left wrist.

"Damn! I've GOT to do something about getting me a watch! "I thought loudly to myself.

Anna stirred slightly, but I could sense she was still gone. The combination of Mother Nature's call, and Little Mike's extremely close proximity to a phenomenally sensuous ass, made for a double ache. I flexed my pelvis, and Little Mike poked harder against her rear gate.

She squeaked as reality hit her and pulled away from me.

"I'm sorry. But I don't know if I could take you again right now. I haven't had a sore pussy since my freshman year at BC."

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna fuck my sexy little cowgirl again right now. In fact, before I fuck your sweet little pussy again, you are gonna offer me your virginity."

"Too late stud! That was gone before you were born. I haven't been a virgin in a long time."

"That's true for that sexy little pussy of yours..."

My unspoken words took shape in her mind as she finished my sentence for herself. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what virgin part of her anatomy I was referring to.

With her eyes still wide, she slowly shook her head side to side. I nodded mine, "Oh yes! Sexy cowgirl. You will give it to me and I will use it. I have already branded the insides of your little cowgirl pussy. Next I will brand your sexy little cowgirl ass, Agent Carter."

"God. I love this girl's fantasies!" I thought.

I watered a nearby bush while she gathered the horses and we headed back to the ranch.

"I meant to ask you back there to show me the cave."

"Well, I reckon' that means you and me will just have to go back up there another time, won't we?"

"Oh. We'll go back. I want to see this cave. But just get it out of that one track dirty mind of yours about fucking my ass. It ain't gonna happen!"

"You'd argue with a 16 year old clairvoyant?"

She didn't argue with me, but it didn't take an Empath to know she was still arguing with herself as we reached the stables.

We removed the saddles and Bucky led the horses away. We exited the barn, hopefully headed for the Dining Hall, when she said, "I have never been that well fucked before, and I would dearly love to see you in action again, but not if my ass is the price!" she exclaimed.

Of course, I knew better. One of the perks of being an Empath. But I played along saying in a low menacing growl, "Oh. But you will Doctor Carter! You will give your virgin rosebud to a sixteen year old hypersexual boy, to use and abuse, in whatever ways his adolescent brain can devise."

Her eyes glazed over as she heard the words of her fantasy actually repeated out loud for the first time.

"Who knows? Maybe my buddies on the team will show up to help me!" I laughed evilly.

She shuddered as she recognized what had happened, aware that I knew. Her resolve crumbled as she acknowledged to herself, her now certain fate. Either she forgot about my powers, or more likely, just putting up a reflexive defense, she still said, "You wish!"

" ... will be your command, oh beautiful genie with the sexy derrière." I replied

We parted ways silently, as she went towards the Lodge, and I headed straight for the Dining Hall.

It wasn't crowded yet, but they had started serving. So I grabbed a tray and lumbered down the line trying to decide which items to only get one helping of. It turned out to be the stewed tomatoes. I like my tomatoes raw.

I was two thirds of the way thru my dinner when Grace and Nicky joined me. Natalie and Randi right were behind them.

Nicky set down her tray across from me then walked around the table and slugged me on the arm.

"Next time, you either take me with you or tell me where you're going. I am tired of dying a thousand deaths every time you take a walk in the countryside." she cried.

I pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling mine, and hugged her. She put her arms around me and cried softly on my shoulder as she mashed her boobs against my chest.

"I didn't mean to worry you, Nicky. " I said softly in her ear. "I love you and would never do anything to hurt you intentionally."

"I know." Said Nicky. "I just worry so when you disappear like that!"

"I understand." I said. "We'll work on it."

"Oh Michael. I can't wait for tonight."

"Tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah. I haven't had any time with you since Monday night and I'm really horny! And since Debbie and Sarah are ... uh ... busy tonight, that means I get a turn." She explained. But, for some reason I was still confused.

"Uh ... Nicky, what do you mean by 'a turn'?"

She leaned back and wiggled her hips grinding her pussy against an expanding Little Mike. "Oh, I guess you don't know yet." She said with a giggle.

"Don't know what?" I asked again.

The girls, Candy, Mandy, and Jennifer all finished today." She said with a grin, drawing it out.

"Finished?"

"Yeah. Their periods. So they all wanted you and even drew straws to see who would get you first."

"Get me first for what?" I asked. If she wanted to draw it out, I decided I'd play along. I could read her, but what's the fun in that.

"They want you to do for them what you did for Julie and me!" she stated.

"They want me to kiss them?" I decided two could play this game.

"No silly. They want you to be their first." Nicky said. Now she was starting to get exasperated.

"First... ?" I continued to draw her out.

"Michael Wagner! You know what I mean! They want you to make love to them and take their cherry!" She said. And then blushed deeply, looking around to see who had heard her. Nicky got off my lap and went around the table to eat her supper.

"Oh? At the same time?" I asked still playing her game.

"No! Not at the same time, dimwit! You see, when they found out they had all finished their periods, there was this huge debate over who would get to go first. And so they drew straws. But when they talked to their moms, their moms told them that because it was the last night that their dads would be here, and that both Sarah and Debbie would be busy with them, they said that Candy, Mandy, and Jennifer would have to wait."

"Why would they have to wait?" I asked.

"Because Sarah and Debbie are going to be busy!" Nicky said.

Now she was being ridiculous.

"I'm confused. Why does Sarah and Debbie being busy mean they have to wait?" I asked.

Grace chimed in, "Come on Michael, after Julie's fantastic night with you, and how much she talked about how her mom's being there made it even better. It's no wonder they want their moms with them. I just wish my mom was here for me."

I decided this line of teasing had just about run its course, so I tried to change the subject by asking, "Speaking of Julie, I haven't seen her."

"Oh, she and Jennifer are still talking with Mom and Dad back at the Lodge. We had a family meeting this afternoon." Randi offered. "Candy and Mandy and their parents had one too."

"Family meetings? What's going on?" I asked curiously.

"With Dad going home tomorrow, they wanted to talk to Jennifer and me about having sex. I thought at first, it was to tell us we couldn't have a turn with Michael, but that wasn't it at all. They were just concerned that we weren't doing it because everybody else was. And they talked a lot about making decisions that were right for us." Randi told us.

"But they didn't say you couldn't, did they?" Grace asked. I thought it was great that Grace felt a part of the family now, enough to be able to even ask the question.

"Yeah. They asked me if I thought I was ready. I told mom I couldn't even believe we were having this conversation, especially in front of Dad. And they laughed and said they couldn't either. Then Dad said that he never thought he would even know about his daughter's sex lives, much less be sitting naked with us discussing losing our virginity. Then he got tears in his eyes as he told me how proud he was of me and how beautiful he thought I was. Mom said he thought I was really sexy too, and how much she appreciated it."

"She appreciated it?" Natalie asked.

"Yeah. Evidently they have been going at it like rabbits since we got here, and Mom says a lot of it is because he gets so turned on seeing us naked." Randi said as she blushed. I could tell she was pleased though. I already knew about her fantasy of making love to her dad.

"You're parents are so cool!" Natalie said. "Did Julie tell him about her night with Michael last night?" Grace asked.

"Are you kidding? That's all they talked about at first. Between Julie and Mom, they had Dad so excited I thought he might start fucking Mom right in front of us." Randi exclaimed. I could sense that the fires of her passion were becoming enflamed at the thought of seeing her dad fuck her mom in front of her.

"Anyway, they said that if we wanted to, and Michael agreed, we could go ahead. But Mom asked Jennifer and me if we wanted her to be with us. After listening to Julie and her talk about last night, I think it might be ok. I mean I never in my life, thought I would even consider having sex with my mom there. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea."

"Really?" asked Grace.

"Weird huh?" Randi said. "But I think I've been ready for a while, and I always believed that it's really important that it be with the right guy and for the right reason. But Julie pointed out that by knowing about sex now, she won't have to wonder about it and end up thinking she's in love, when it's just her hormones talking. And while she isn't in love with Michael, she does love him and thinks he's very sexy. And he has been so nice since he woke up, she decided that she was ready to know what sex was all about. And based on all the stuff her and Mom said, she learned a lot!"

Natalie interrupted her. "You know, I've never thought about it like that." She said. I could see her turning the idea over in her head.

"I know. Me neither. But Mom says that sex is always better when it's with someone you love. But until that guy comes along, it doesn't hurt to have some fun and learn as much as you can."

"You know, she might be right. I mean, if I didn't have to feel rushed to get married just because I want to have sex, I could focus more on getting through school and starting my career, and finding a guy I could admire and respect and want to spend my life with." Said Grace.

Yeah. I think that's what they're talking to Jennifer and Julie about now. I think their main worry is if Julie and Jen might think that they are falling in love with Michael. Especially after Michael was so gentle and caring with Julie last night.

"So, I get to be with you tonight?" I said to Nicky.

She just grinned at me. "If you want to." She said shyly.

"I always want to be with you." I told Nicky. "I told you I would always be here for you."

"You are so wonderful! I can't wait!" Nicky said.

Grace and Natalie were both finished, so as they picked up their empty trays, Grace said, "Well, it sounds like you guys have plans for the evening, so we'll see you in the morning. We have to get packed."

"Packed?" I asked.

"Yeah. We're flying back home tomorrow so we can attend graduation, and Natalie can give her valedictory speech. Catherine called the school and made arrangements and she also arranged for her security people to escort us. Then we're spending the weekend with grandma and flying back here on Monday morning."

"That's great! I wish I could be there to hear it!" I said.

"That's ok. We'll see you guys on Monday and tell you all about it." Said Natalie.

I hugged them both, and Grace kissed me.

"I gonna think real hard about taking a turn when I get back!" she said.

"Only when you are sure, Grace. I love you!" I said.

"I know!" she replied. "See you Monday."

I was sad as I watched them go, wishing I could go to support them. I sighed and sit back down.

"Do you guys want to use our bed tonight?" Randi asked Nicky after they left. "I could find someplace else to sleep. Maybe I could use Michael's room."

I remained quiet. I was reading them both now, and wanted to see how Nicky would respond.

"I kinda figured we would ... ah ... do like Grace and I did the last time and share him." Nicky stammered. "I'd really like to have you there!" She paused, then added, "If it's OK with Michael."

Both of them turned to stare at me, waiting anxiously." Are you kidding? I'd be stupid to turn down the chance to be with the two most beautiful girls here!" I said smiling.

"Oh goody!" said Nicky happily. "I need to go get a shower. " she added. "You coming Randi?"

Both girls got up to go as Jennifer came over with her parents.

"Where's everybody going?" Jenny asked.

"Randi and I were going to get a shower. It's my turn tonight and Randi is going to stay with me!"

"Oh!" she said with a sad tone.

"He's not going to ... er ... do it with me. I'm just gonna sorta be there for Nicky. Please don't be upset with me Jen." Randi pleaded.

"I not upset with you guys, I'm just sad 'cause Mom says I have to wait two days."

"Two days? I thought you got to go first?" Randi asked.

"Yeah, but Mom is gonna be with Dad tonight. And tomorrow night, Mom and Aunt Debbie have to talk to Michael before Candy, Mandy, and I get our turns. So I have to wait for two whole days! And I'm so horny, I don't know what to do!"

Nicky stood there holding their trays looking unsure what to say.

"Sit back down for a minute girls." I said. "I need to talk with your moms for a minute."

I excused myself for a minute and went to Sarah and Debbie's table and briefly explained the dilemma.

"But Michael," Debbie said. "You were the one who said that Sarah and I had to screw you again before you would be with them."

I looked quickly to Jeff and John when she said that, but they both remained silent, smiling at me as I turned red.

I had forgotten that. So I asked, "Well, I really want to be with each of you again. But, given the situation, could I get a raincheck until the girls have each had their turn?"

"Good! Said Debbie. "That means I can screw Jeff's brains out and not have to worry about being sore tomorrow!" she said looking straight into Jeff's eyes.

"Damn! She is one hot sexy MILF!" I thought.

"What's a MILF?" Sarah thought right back to me.

"Oops! You guys weren't supposed to hear that!" I thought.

"Too late! What is a MILF?" Debbie thought to me too.

"It stands for 'Mothers I'd Like to Fuck'," I explained sheepishly.

They both laughed out loud. John and Jeff looked at us, confused at the sudden laughter.

"We'll explain later." Debbie told them. Then to me she said out loud "Ok Michael. We'll take your raincheck. But you' better make it worth it!" and they both laughed.

I decided to make my retreat on that note. So I went back to where the girls were waiting on me and explained that Jenny would now get to be with me tomorrow night.

"Alright!" She yipped. I saw Debbie and Sarah both turn at her glee and smile at me.

"You really are something, Michael. You always seem to be taking care of us." Randi said. "Ever since you woke up, you're like a different guy. Before, all you did was pick on us and put us down. But now, you seem to always be looking for ways to make us feel better. Mom told us it was you that talked to her and Aunt Catherine about being more open about sex stuff. And I am so glad you did. I can't wait until I'm off my period and get the chance to have you too." Randi gushed.

I finished my dinner. It looked like I was gonna need the energy!



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Chapter 66


I grabbed my toiletries and headed for the shower. Randi and Nicky weren't there, so I showered and headed for their room. As I approached the door, I sensed a third presence. Jennifer was there too. So I scanned them all before I knocked.

Jennifer had asked them if she could stay for a little while, and Nicky was OK with it. Randi was mixed. She wasn't concerned about being with me with her sister present, but she was trying to figure out a way she could participate while still wearing a pad.

"Ok. I guess it's time to teach them something new." I thought.

I knocked softly and Nicky opened the door. "What ya gonna teach us new?" she asked with a grin.

Jenny and Randi giggled as I tried to act shocked. "I can't have any secrets from you guys, can I?" I said.

"I guess it's a good thing we love you then!" Nicky said as the all laughed.

"Why did you think that? I mean why do we need something new?" Jenny asked.

"Because your sister is still on her period, and she is not sure about how she can participate with Nicky and I. And you too!" I said.

Randi looked amazed, and tried to smile. "Can I?" she asked. "I mean is it possible?"

"Of course. It just depends on the skill of your lover." I answered. "For example, if you were not a virgin, then it's possible to have regular intercourse. It's just a little messier. And it depends on how severe your cramps or menstrual pain is. I have never called the game because of a little 'rain'. But for your first time, it probably wouldn't be too good."

"How do you know so much about girls?" Jenny asked. "And sex too."

I could see Randi asking the same question in her mind. "Do I tell them?" I thought specifically at Nicky.

"I don't know." She thought back. "You're probably going to have to at some point..."

"Tell you what. I will answer that question for you in greater detail later. It's too much to get into right now. OK?" I said.

Jenny and Randi looked confused. Randi shrugged her shoulders and said "Ok." Jenny wanted to ask more questions, but she looked at Nicky who shook her head and decided she would wait.

"Ok." She finally said.

"Good!" I said. "Randi, are you having any pain or cramps?" I asked.

"No. I'm about over my period. It's just a little messy." She offered.

Alright. We're going to have a little contest. You three get to show me your best kiss. The others will decide who's kiss is the best."

Jenny and Randi looked hesitant a moment, but Nicky said, "Oh goody!" then looking at Randi and Jenny she said "Come on you guys! Even if you lose, you win. Right?"

Randi got it immediately. Jenny was right behind her. "Oh!

I reached for Nicky's hand and said, "Then why don't you go first?"

Nicky studied my face and the taking it in both hands, she kissed me.

I immediately began to share my emotions with them, showing them how much desire I had for Nicky. After about 30 seconds, Nicky broke the kiss.

Then Randi kissed me, rubbing her bare tits aggressively against my naked chest. I knew she was really getting rev'ed up.

When Randi finally stepped back, Jenny was immediately in my arms, but looking up at me and considering the height difference, she turned my back to the bed and then pushed me so that I sat down on the edge, bringing my face more on level with hers. Then she looked in my eyes and slowly kissed the tip of my nose, then my cheeks and finally planted a big one on my lips, darting her small tongue in and out of my mouth.

She was really into this and I could sense the tingles coursing through her body. She kept going, rubbing her small, cone shaped breasts with their rock hard nipples against me, finally toppling me over onto my back, never breaking our kiss. Randi was becoming excited watching her. Jenny straddled me, finding my now hard cock with her wet little pussy, and still locked in a super-hot kiss, begin to rub her tiny gash back and forth on my massive missile. You could see Little Mike becoming wet with the nectar of her desire as she slid back and forth, grinding harder and harder.

Nicky sat down beside us and stroked Jenny's back lightly with her fingers. "That's it Jen! Rub that big hard cock with your coochie!" she said excitedly.

Randi sat on our other side. "Wow! Baby sister. Way to go! Keep doing it! That is so-o hot!" she said.

Jenny was spurred on by their comments, and I could tell she liked their little touches and caresses.

She finally broke our kiss, gasping for air. But she continued to grind her tight little flint against my steel, hoping for a spark to ignite her fire.

"It feels so good!" Jenny moaned. "I can't stop. I can feel his thing throbbing on my coochie. It's so good."

Putting my hands on her hips, I slid them up her sides, pushing her up as she continued to slide on my cock. As my hands closed around her breasts, I begin to play with her distended nipples. At the same time, I begin to feed her images of my huge member entering her swollen pussy.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god-d-d!" she screamed. As her orgasm overtook her and she stiffened her body, the tingling sensations coursing through her. Finally, she went limp, and I lowered her to my side, between Nicky and I. She covered her young vulva with her hands and curled into a fetal position, moaning as the aftershocks of her orgasm diminished.

"That was so hot!" Cried Nicky, as she ran her hands soothingly over the young girl.

"Oh yeah!" echoed Randi. She bent over me to kiss me. "I wish I could do that!" she whispered in my ear.

"Go ahead." I said. "Hop on!"

"But I ... I'm on my period."

"Randi, it's up to you, but I can tell you it doesn't matter to me. So if you want to try, I'm game.

She looked down at my still hard member, and quickly stood and shucked her panties. Then straddling me she mounted, as she spread her swollen cunt lips to wrap them around my stiff cock.

I let her set the pace and focused on touching her large breasts. They were shaped like half grapefruits, with nipples that stood out stiffly. She too, had her mom's large nipples, and so I tweaked them, pinching lightly as she kept one hand on her pussy and the other lifting to squeeze her breast, pinching her other nipple. I tried to match what she was doing, as I begin to feed her images of my cock going in. Suddenly, Nicky was there, and begin lightly kissing her and playing with her breast and nipple.

Randi made little yipping sounds, as her breathing became very erratic, and she begin to twitch. I was in no hurry, and found I was enjoying her show, especially Nicky, who was sucking on Randi's boob. Randi put one hand on her head and moaned.

I moved my fingers to her clit, and gently let my finger slid over the top of her vulva as she continued to slide on me.

"Kiss her for me Nicky!" I urged. Nicky let go of her nipple she was sucking and covered Randi's mouth with her own.

"Kiss her and show her how much I love her." I urged. Now Nicky moaned. This was not the first time they had done this I noticed, as I continued to monitor their feelings. I was not surprised. But when Jenny sat up and latched her lips to Randi's nipple, they were all surprised. It seems that their private explorations, had never encompassed any of their younger siblings or cousins.

I let them go, as they set a frantic pace, with Randi holding Jenny's head to her breast and her other hand on the back of Nicky's head. I feed all three with my passion and images of me fucking Randi's now slobbering wet pussy. She slowed her movements and I zeroed in on her swollen clit with my fingers.

I had noticed that Randi's outer lips were larger than the others, and they almost wrapped around my engorged manhood, and now I could see her clit was almost twice as large as the others. I could massage it like a small penis, and pulled it as far out of its hood as I could, touching the tip with the tip of my finger.

She started jerking her body against my hand, and I had to focus to make sure she didn't accidently slip my throbbing root into her still maiden furrow.

Randi continued her little yips, interspersed with low moans when she suddenly slid to my side. I helped her roll, until she was on her back, then placing my hand over her pussy, I begin to tease it with my finger as I lowered my head to kiss her lips.

Jenny returned her lips to Randi's steel hard nipple, sucking savagely now, so I ground my hand harder into her gash, quickly stroking it up to her clit, then easing off, barely touching her. I decided to experiment, moving my fingers different directions and at varying degrees of softness and speeds, and watching her responses closely. I had discovered with the girls, that they just didn't have enough experience to know what they really wanted. I stopped moving my finger, and begin to just tap lightly around her clit.

Bingo! Randi launched to the stratosphere, as the taping ignited her boosters. Extending her legs straight and squeezing my hand away.

Nicky reached for a damp cloth she had lying there, and tenderly wiped Randi's legs. There was some blood, but not much as her period was almost over. When Randi could think again, she quickly grabbed the cloth from Nicky, but I placed my hand over hers and took the cloth and finished wiping her, while pushing reassuring feeling to her.

"I am so embarrassed! Did I get blood everywhere?" Randi asked worried.

"No sweetie. You were just fine. Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Are you crazy! I loved it!" she cried. "Whatever you were doing to me with your fingers made me see stars."

And did you like all the kisses and having your nipples sucked?" I asked.

Randi paused for a moment, remembering and deciding. I could tell she really loved it. But she hadn't yet made up her mind to admit it.

"It felt wonderful, and I think I really loved it. Does that make me weird?" the worry apparent in her voice.

"Now for the lesson." I thought.

All three girls swung their attention immediately to me. I was going to have to learn to shield my thoughts better.

"Remember how we talked about discovering our sexual identity, and how lots of what we think comes from unproven fears, or society's attempt to control?"

They all nodded.

"Over the next decade, it will be proven that women have a capacity to love not only men, but other women as well. It will become referred to as being bisexual. The existence of bisexuality is not new, but being able to discuss it in society will be."

"How do you know if you're bisexual" Randi asked.

"The usual way to tell is to try it. If you enjoyed it, you probably are. I personally think it goes along with a woman's ability to have more orgasms and to feel them more deeply and completely."

"But everybody says if you love another woman, you're a queer." Jenny said.

"Would that be the same 'everybody' that says sex is only for making babies. And that you shouldn't enjoy it?" I asked.

She sat quietly, thinking. That was one of the amazing things about Jenny. She could logic through things.

"Just because you like the feel of touching or being touched by another woman doesn't make you a lesbian, especially if you know you also like men. I should tell you though, that men have very little inclination towards being bisexual, but that they love to watch or be a part of women being with other women."

"I would suggest you talk about it with your mom and Debbie, if you have any questions."

"I like kissing Nicky, and I like it when she kisses me. But I thought there was something wrong with me because I did." Randi said. "But what you say feels right. I've just never heard it before."

"Julie and I tried it once, but it wasn't that great. But tonight, with Randi and Nicky, it was ... I don't know how to say it, but I liked it. A lot!" Jenny said.

"Well a lot of it is in how much you like someone, and in how safe you feel expressing that." I said. "like everything else, there is a time and place for it." I explained.

"But it doesn't turn you off?" Nicky asked.

I grinned real big and suggested, "Why don't you kiss Jenny and see if it turns me off?"

"How would we know if it did?" She asked. Then, "Oh! I get it!"

Then turning to Jenny she said, "Come here Sweetheart. Let's see if he's telling the truth!"

Jenny grinned real big. "OK!" she said happily, as she knee walked up the bed and hugged Nicky. Starting with a few awkward kisses, they were soon knotted in a lovers' embrace.

"Jenny, why don't you lay on your back and keep kissing Nicky and I'll show you something new." I suggested. They broke momentarily, as Jenny positioned herself, and held out her arms to Nicky.

"Nicky, get on top of her, but stay on your hands and knees." I let them start kissing again, and Jenny begin to caress Nicky's bigger breasts now hanging down. She grabbed one and begin to lightly brush her own nipple with Nicky's. They both moaned.

I got behind Nicky, and rubbed my still hard cock through Nicky's gash, splitting her lips around the head, and making sure the angle was right, slowly begin to penetrate her highway to heaven.

As the head slipped in, she jerked her lips from Jenny's and became still. "Oh my god! Jenny! He's doing me from behind. Oh my god!" she told Jenny as I slowly pushed in. "It's huge! He feels so big! Oh my god!"

"I told you watching women kiss made me excited. But now you've got to keep doing it until I cum in your tight little pussy."

"But I wanna see!" Said Jenny.

"Oh you'll see. Tomorrow, you get to see firsthand when I do this to you too!"

Jenny just moaned as Nicky was hungrily kissing her. Soon they were both moaning, as I continued pistoning in and out of Nicky's snatch from behind. I looked at Randi who had retrieved her panties and now sat beside us, watching with utter fascination.

Looking at her I thought "Wanna help me?"

Randi looked at me and nodded.

"Ok. Reach under me and rub Jenny's clit."

She only hesitated long enough to figure out the logistics, and then begin to caress her little sisters cunt.

Jenny was surprised, but since it felt good, she quickly returned to kissing Nicky's nipples, now jerking with every thrust I made. Then she reached her hand between her legs and begin to feel Nicky pussy and my rod going in and out.

"Oh Nicky. I can feel it going in and out!" Jenny cried softly in Nicky's ear. "It feels so big! How will it ever fit me?"

By this time, Nicky was too far along to answer. But Randi said softly, "Don't worry Jen, it'll fit. And it will feel so good. I love you!" as she kept rubbing Jenny's clit.

Nicky's moans turned to a chant of "Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!" as she slammed herself back harder and harder on my ramrodding steel shaft.

Sensing my balls starting that familiar tingle that signaled the end, I licked my middle finger and probed the rosebud that surrounded the entry to her backdoor, then plunging my finger inside her anal cavity to the first knuckle, I slammed my spike into Nicky as deep as I could and begin to spray her pussy with my cum.

Nicky screamed something I didn't understand, as she collapsed on top of Jenny. Jenny immediately threw her arms around Nicky and was moaning in her ear. Randi had withdrawn her hand from Jenny's pussy when Nicky collapsed, so I simply dropped my lips to Jenny's cunt lips and begin to lick, and then chew on her little clit that stood proudly above its hood.

Jenny was pinned by a still groggy Nicky, and could do nothing as I sucked on her clit. A couple of small orgasms washed over her, partly because of her helplessness. I filed that fact away for later, but didn't stop sucking. There was a big one approaching, so I just continued. Nicky sensed it too, whether through me or on her own, I didn't know. But she grabbed Jenny's face and kissed her passionately as I continued kissing her young pussy.

When I knew it was time, and avoiding using my middle finger which had been in Nicky's ass, I licked my index finger and inserted in her pussy, until I felt her barrier, then gently moved it enough for her to feel the intrusion.

"Tomorrow, I going to fuck this delicious pussy! And keep fucking and fucking..." her screaming stopped my thoughts.

Suddenly I was aware of both Nicky and Randi thoughts. It was uncanny and took me a moment to realize they were both thinking the same thing at the same time.

"She is beautiful when she cums. I wonder if I look like that?" The had both thought simultaneously.

"Yes. You do!" I thought to both of them. Nicky rolled to the other side of Jenny, sandwiching her between her and Randi, who was gently stroking the hair out of Jenny's face.

Both of the older girls were hugging her as I slipped off the bed and gently pulled the covers over them.

Good night, my pretty ones. Sleep well." I said as I eased out of the room. Jenny started to say that she would leave, but I shushed her and closed the door.

I made my way to the communal bathroom to wash my hands and decided "What the heck!" and jumped in a shower. I washed quickly and went to my own room.

I was asleep before my head touched the pillow.



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Chapter 67


May 28, 1971 – Friday

It was overcast when I woke up. I could sense the most of the others were awake and moving, as I lay there checking on everyone. Nicky, Randi, and Jenny were all still asleep.

Catherine and Liz were up, talking as Catherine packed her things. Sarah and John were also talking as John packed. Jeff must have been packed because he was sitting on the bed moaning as Debbie worked up and down on his manhood.

"One more for the road!" I thought.

Candy and Mandy were still asleep, and Grace was in the shower. Natalie was dressing and packing a small bag. I hadn't seen her dressed in a while, and wondered why. Then I remembered they were flying back to attend their graduation.

It took me a moment to find Julie. She was already at the Dining Hall, sitting on the balcony over the water. She was sitting very still, and I finally figured out she was posing. There was a young guy there, focused on drawing her and marveling shyly at her beauty.

"Interesting!" I thought.

I decided to go for a swim instead of running, and so I made my way to the lake, careful to stay as far from the Dining Hall balcony as possible.

I was drying myself off and putting on my shoes when I heard the scream.

Sensing two people, maybe 500 yards to the west, I took off running, scanning as I ran. The scream was originating from the younger of the two, and was continuing almost nonstop. The other, her mother I guessed was trying to quite her.

I ran through the meadow covered with knee high flowers to where they stood rooted, and surveyed the scene. Upon seeing the remains, I Immediately scanned for Anna and connected.

"Anna, I'm sorry to disturb you. You need to get a security detail and get here as soon as you can. A guest has discovered a dead body!" I reported.

Anna assumed her professional aura and immediately started asking questions.



"Are you safe?"

"Yes."

"Was anyone else injured?"

"No. The remains look to be older, picked clean by animals I guess, the clothing tattered. The two guests that found the remains are females. Mother and daughter I would guess, and are pretty upset, but unharmed."



"OK. I'm calling Security. Where are you?" Anna asked.

"Go west from the beach, about 500 yards, about 50 feet north of the trail that goes towards the warm springs." I said.

"OK. I'm on my way." Anna said. "Stay there and you can guide us."

"OK."

I went up to the two women and read them. Then explaining that the authorities were on the way, I led them away from their gruesome discovery back to the trail. I had them sit on an old log as I introduced myself.

The mother introduced herself as Helen Wilson and her daughter Vickie, from Santa Fe, New Mexico. Helen was an artist and part-time nurse, 45 years old, and had come for the art classes and to check out the institute. Her daughter Vickie, who had just turned 19, had agreed to come with her so she wouldn't have to travel alone. It was also Vickie's first time at a nude resort.

They had arrived Wednesday for the class, and had decided to take a walk this morning, before breakfast. They had ventured into the field to look at some wildflowers mentioned in yesterday's class, when they stumbled, literally, across the remains.

Vickie was calmer now, and slightly embarrassed at me seeing her naked.

"I guess some people take longer to adjust to the nudity than others." I thought to myself.

Her mother did not seem to have the same problem as she immediately started recounting the experience of finding the body.

I tried to reassure them, especially Vickie, pushing calming thoughts to her. As I did, I discovered she had an unusual receptivity to my efforts, for she calmed down much faster than I had ever seen before.

Anna thought to me then, "We're passing the beach. "

"Take the fork towards the warm springs. We're beside the trail. Did you bring someone to help with the women?" I asked.

"I'll handle it. We left too quickly and I don't have anyone with me that's trained."She thought.

Meanwhile, Helen babbled on. I pushed some more calm to her. I could hear Anna's group approaching. And as she arrived, said out loud to me "Which way?"

I pointed and said "About 20 yards." The security team, all in fatigues, headed that way, as Anna remained with the women.

I said, "Anna, this is Helen Wilson from Santa Fe, and her daughter Vickie. Ladies this is Dr. Anna Carter. She is my personal doctor, but if necessary, I might be persuaded to share."

Helen and Vickie smiled. Helen said, "It's good to meet you. I don't know what we would have done if this young man hadn't come along. It was all very unsettling."

Anna asked, so Helen retold the story of finding the body. Vickie sat silently on the log. When I scanned her, I did a mental double-take. It seems the young Ms. Wilson was horny!"

"They don't seem too distraught." Anna thought to me while Helen went on with the story.

"I know. It's weird. We probably need to talk about it later." I thought back to her.

One of the soldiers came back and spoke with Anna, then returned to the squad.

Anna turned to the ladies and said "It appears the remains are quite old, probably a poacher. We've had trouble with them in the past. My guess would be he was bitten by a snake and tried to get to the ranch. But it looks like he didn't make it. The Army will take care of contacting the authorities."

"That's awful!" said Helen as she shuddered.

"Well, the Army seems to have things under control, why don't we head back? Are you ok to walk, or would you prefer I send for transportation?"

"I think we're fine to walk." Helen answered, falling in step beside Anna. I waited as Vickie rose from the log and walked beside her, several paces behind Anna and Helen. Vickie still hadn't said another word since I had calmed her.

"Michael! Where are you?" Came the panic stricken cry.

It was Nicky. She had gone looking for me.

"I'm here sis." I thought. "With Anna and two other ladies. We are headed to the Dining Hall, I think. We should be there in five minutes or less. Other than me making you worry again, how are you this morning?"

"You were too good last night! And now I'm sad because I will have to wait while the other girls get their turn. And I'm not sure if I can wait that long!" She thought laughing. "I've got to shower. I'll meet you down there in a little while. OK?"

"I love you Nicky. See you in a few minutes."

"Me too!" Thought Jenny loudly. "I love you too!"

"I love you too Jenny!" I thought.

"Randi says she loves you too, Michael."

"Tell her I love her too." I thought to Jenny.

We had rounded the edge of the lake and could see the Dining Hall. Anna and Helen were now 10 paces or more ahead of us. So I turned my attention to Vickie, who still hadn't said anything.

"Turn for what?" came the thought into my head. I was so surprised, I stumbled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you to stumble. It's just that the one you called sis said she hated to wait for her turn, and I was wondering what she liked so much, she hated waiting for it again."

"You could hear that?" I thought to Vickie.

"Obviously. I've heard everything since you wondered about me adjusting to the nudity." Vickie replied.

"Is this the first time you've done this?" I thought to her.

"Ever since I was little, I could hear certain thoughts and tell what people were feeling. But after I told my mom, she kept taking me to doctors and psychiatrists. Finally, I told her I couldn't hear them anymore. I didn't like her thinking I was crazy. I eventually figured out how to block it out, but I have to be concentrating to do it. I guess seeing that man's body shook me up, because when you started doing it, I could hear you. It was very clear. I became really fascinated when I realized you were actually using it to talk to someone all the way back at the ranch. Then the others were using it to talk to you too. I want to learn how to do that too. Will you teach me?"

I thought for a moment, being very careful to shield my thoughts as the Old One had taught me. Finally, I asked her if I could scan her.

"Scan me?" she asked. "Will it hurt?"

"No. But it will allow me to know if you're telling me everything." I thought to her.

"You think I'm lying? About this?" she suddenly became scared.

"No Vickie. But if you want me to teach you, I need to know as much as I can about your ability."

"Uh ... ok." She said. "And you're sure it won't hurt?"

"Positive. But if you feel uncomfortable, you can step away from me." I thought with a calm smile.

Stopping on the beach, I took both her hands in mine. We were within sight of the Dining Hall. Anna and Helen were on the porch and turned to look at us. Helen was telling Anna that I must really be a special young man, because it was the first time she had ever seen Vickie holding hands with a boy.

"You have no idea how special he is." Anna told Helen.

I scanned her.

Vickie Wilson was an amazing and complex young lady. I sensed above average intelligence and a very submissive nature. Without any assistance, she had learned a primitive way to 'block' other people's emotions. But she had never developed her ability.

She found some security in doing as her mother wished, but she also had hormones that had been raging for years with no outlet. I suspected she was a late bloomer, and very shy around strangers. It had taken every ounce of courage she had to let me know she had heard me. She felt like a bird in a cage, in that no one understood what she felt, yet she could feel the emotions of those around her. She felt trapped and alone, and wanted her freedom, but was scared to venture out without the protection of someone who loved her. And although she had graduated high school with above average grades, she never went to college. instead, she worked as a teller in a neighborhood bank.

"You," I said out loud to her, "are one amazing young lady! I do not think I would have been able to make it like you have. I mean without friends and family to help me."

"Your family knows?" she asked with amazement. "Are they ... like this too?"

"It's called being empathic. And you and I are called Empaths." I explained. "It means we have the ability to sense what others are feeling. If there are thoughts attached to those feelings, we can usually sense them too. I have heard some things about others that might have this gift, but you are the first one I've met. Up until last week when I woke up, I wasn't like this according to my family. And no, none of them are Empaths. They just use my abilities to communicate with me.

"What do you mean, you woke up?" Vickie asked.

"I was in a coma, from a car accident. When I woke up last week, I could do all these things I couldn't do before. I've been like this for less than two weeks. I also have amnesia and can't remember what happened before the accident. If you'd like, I'll share what memories I have, with you." I offered.

"You can do that?" she asked.

"Watch." I said as I replayed my memory of waking up. Then several scenes from the hospital, and the part about the Russians, and bits of each of my family.

"Wow!" she said. "They must really love you."

"Why don't you come eat breakfast with us and find out for yourself." I suggested. "But I'll warn you. The girls can be pretty risqué at times."

"That sounds like fun!" she laughed.

Her laughter fell on my ears like tiny drops of heaven on my heart. "Danger! Will Robinson. Danger!" echoed in my suddenly empty brain as my common sense seemed to fly out the window when she laughed.

"Oh! I liked that show. What was it called?" She said merrily. "Oh yeah, 'Lost in Space'. I loved the Robot!"

I grinned like a lost puppy finding its way home. "I'm not going to be able to hide anything from this one either!" I thought.

"No. I don't suppose you will!" She thought, grinning.

Helen was already seated with Catherine, Liz, and Anna. Her breakfast was growing cold as she was retelling the events of the morning to Catherine and Liz and Anna as we approached. I could already tell it had grown in epic proportions as to my contribution. None the less, I decided to suck it up, knowing that I would be ribbed about it later, when the girls found out.

I stood by their table, and waited on Helen to finish. Then before they could say anything, I said, "Grandmother, Aunt Liz. This is Vickie Wilson. Vickie, this is my Grandmother, Catherine Wagner, and her sister, Elizabeth Randall. You've already met Dr. Carter.

"Hello." Vickie said shyly.

"By-the-way. Vickie is an Empath also. She and I are going to go eat our breakfast with the girls if that's ok with you Helen?" I asked. Then without waiting for an answer said, "Come on Vickie, I'll introduce you to the gang." And walked away.

Anna was amazed.

Catherine was flabbergasted. "Michael!" she thought.

I ignored her.

"Michael. You should answer your grandmother." Vickie thought to me.

I smiled. It only took Catherine a few seconds to figure it out. She was silent as we made our way to where the girls were sitting.

Jenny had her back to me, but seemed to feel my presence and was turning to speak to me when she saw Vickie approaching with me. Seeing the beautiful redhead, she stopped and stared. Vickie was tall and slender, with breasts that were neither too big nor too small for her frame. Her skin was milky white and dotted with freckles across her chest, and a few across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green, sort of a soft green, and when she smiled she lit up the room.

Jenny stopped in her tracks and just stared at her. In fact, she stared so long, I started to read her.

"Wow! She's beautiful!" Jenny thought.

Followed by, "Oh no! Now that Michael has seen her, he'll not want me!"

Before I could respond, Vickie thought, "She is so cute! No wonder Michael loves her!"

"He loves me?" Jennifer looked confused.

"Of course! Can't you feel it?"

"How did you do that? Can you read my mind too!"

"I guess so. I didn't know it until Michael showed me how." Vickie thought to her.

"That is so cool. I wish I could do it. But the only one I can talk to is Michael, unless he connects us." Jennifer said. "Like he's doing now with us."

"Connects us?" Vickie thought to Jennifer.

All the others sit there, waiting on Jennifer to pounce. I was not sharing their communication, and they didn't know Vickie was an Empath yet, so I could feel them beginning to get anxious.

So I connected everybody, thinking, "Hey everybody! This is Vickie and she just found out she's empathic, so the same rules apply. We protect her and don't do anything that might cause someone outside the family to find out, so everyone say hello, then we'll switch to normal talk."

Vickie was inundated with a chorus of hello's to which she didn't immediately respond. Finally, she stuttered "G-g-good morning."

I switched to voice and said, "Why don't each of you introduce yourselves to Vickie?"

They started around the table introducing themselves. It was Nicky, Randi, Grace, Natalie, and Jennifer, there this morning. The rest will be down later, they told Vickie.

"Michael, what did you mean she's empathic? Does that mean she can do what you do?" Jenny asked.

"Pretty much. She doesn't know yet." I answered.

Of course, I was totally forgotten as the conversation that ensued could clearly be labeled as girl-talk. I finished eating in silence as I listened. But no matter how gifted, I couldn't keep up with the six girls, and it would take too much energy to monitor them all, so I decided to wait until later and get the Reader's Digest version from one of them.

It was clear that the girl's openness was somewhat shocking to Vickie, but as Grace summed up at one point, "What's the point of hiding anything? There's no secrets around Michael."

"Especially about my sex life!" I thought to no one in particular.

But they were too busy discussing me to bother with answering my comment, so I just went back to eating my breakfast. Later Jenny said, "If you're anything like Michael, you already know who he's slept with. Hell, you probably even know who gets him next!" she said laughing.

They were still going strong as I finished my breakfast, so I took my tray back and got another cup of coffee and went to join Catherine and Liz and Helen. Anna had left.



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Chapter 68


"May I join you, Grandmother?" I asked.

She nodded and said, "Please do."

Helen, ignoring me, said to Catherine, "Is he always so polite?"

"Since he's sitting right here, why don't you ask him yourself." Catherine replied. She knew I didn't like being talked over.

"I'm sorry. That was rude of me." Helen said. "I am so used to Vickie's shyness, that I forgot young men should be addressed and allowed to speak for themselves."

"She's sharp!" Catherine thought to me. "I think I like her."

"My parents and Grandmother have tried to teach me, but unfortunately, I'm not as good as I'd like to be." I responded.

"And I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I know it must be difficult for you and your sister." Helen said.

I just nodded my head, unsure how much they had told her.

Catherine said, "What about you? Are you going to be OK after your ... ah, encounter this morning?"

"Oh, I'll be fine. I'm a part-time nurse, to help make ends meet, and it's not my first dead body. But I'm worried about Vickie. She's fragile." The last was part apology and part excuse.

I looked at Catherine at this and lay my hand on her arm. I didn't have to touch her to share my thoughts like I used to, but it was an indication that I had something to share with her. I dumped my morning's memories, then turned to Helen and asked how long she was here for, trying to give Catherine time to assimilate what I shared.

Helen was telling me they were going back on Monday, when Catherine suddenly thought "Michael, please connect Helen and I."

Then, "Helen, can you hear me?" Catherine thought to Helen.

"Er, yes. I can hear you fine." Helen replied out loud.

"There's no need to speak. You can think your answer." Catherine thought to her.

"I ... I don't understand." Helen stammered in her mind. "What's going on?"

"Please, just bear with me for another minute." Catherine thought to her. I added soothing feelings as Catherine continued. "I need you to understand something quickly, and demonstrating seemed the fasted method. Now if you're over the shock, I'll let Michael explain."

"Are you telepathic?" Helen asked. "I've heard about that but didn't really think it was real."

"No. I am not telepathic, at least in the sense you are referring to." I thought to her. "I am what is commonly referred to as an Empath. I have the ability to sense your feelings and any thoughts associated with them. In my case, I can also share those feeling with others close to me."

"And by association, I can share through Michael, with you." Catherine thought to Helen. "I am not the slightest bit empathic, by the way. And neither were his parents. His grandfather was slightly empathic, but nowhere near what Michael is."

Catherine was right. Helen was sharp. Instead of twenty questions, she thought them all through and boiled it down to one. I was showing Catherine her thought process when Helen finally asked,

"Why are you telling me this? It would seem you would want to keep it secret from everyone if it was really true."

Catherine smiled, as I winked at her. She caught my acknowledgement of her earlier appraisal.

"Michael, would you connect us to Vickie?" Catherine asked.

"What ... uh ... how?" Helen sputtered.

"Shhh. Just watch." Catherine thought to her.

I tapped Vickie's mental shoulder and thought"Hey pretty lady! I have someone who wants to say hi to you."

"Oh Michael. This is so great! I feel like a trillion pounds have been lifted from my shoulders." Vickie gushed. "The girls have been telling me about all the things you can do. You just have to teach me! Please! I mean I don't know how long it will take and Mom has to go back to work next week, but maybe you could come to Santa Fe sometime, or I'll find a way to get to where you are, but please say you'll teach me. Please!"

"Your wish is my command!" I thought to her. "Why don't you ask your mom if you could stay a few more days?"

"You wouldn't mind? I don't know if I have enough money with me for the room. Do you think they would take a check from me? And I need see if my ticket can be changed, and ask mom if I can stay. I'll need to call Mr. Devlin at the bank..." she continued to run down the mental checklist in her mind.

"Vickie, if you stay, it will be as our guest. We have plenty of extra rooms, but you need to ask your mother first." Catherine thought to her.

"Who ... who is that?" Vickie became frightened.

"I'm sorry Vickie, I didn't mean to frighten you. This is Catherine. Michael's grandmother. I forgot you are not familiar with my voice yet."

"It's ok. I was just a little confused for a minute. So you are using Michael to talk to me?" Vickie asked, her fear replaced by her fascination at what was happening.

"Yes. I suppose we could just get up and come over to you, but I was trying to demonstrate some of Michael's gift to your mother." Catherine replied.

"My mom?" Vickie asked. "You showed this to my mom!" the last was almost a scream as she started to cry. I read her immediately and then let Helen see what Vickie was crying about. I also went ahead and clued the others in as well. I figured they might help.

Helen was up and headed for Vickie. The other girls had already crowded around her but let her mom through to hold her. Vickie continued to cry. The moment she had realized her mom was connected, she had also sensed how sorry her mom felt that she hadn't believed her all these years. The tears now flowed from both of them as the girls drew back.

They picked up trays and took them back to the kitchen, while I grabbed myself another cup of coffee and a tea for Catherine, and joined them where Catherine still sat.

"You know what this means?" Asked Catherine.

"Yeah. It means the odds suddenly got greater that I'm not the only Empath out there." I said. "It also means that we have to protect her. She's like a small child with an atomic device. She doesn't realize how much danger she's in, or how much damage she can do, if she's left unprotected."

"I agree." Said Catherine. "We need to talk to Anna about getting security for her and her mom. What about her father?"

"She didn't have any memories of one. She's been told all her life he died before she was born. But for some reason, she thinks he might be still alive. I don't know if that's wishful thinking, or there is some truth to it." I replied.

I located Anna in the reception office and thought to her, "Anna?"

"Don't tell me you found another beautiful girl to rescue?" she thought back to me laughing

"Well ... ah..." I stammered.

"Michael Wagner! What are you into now?"

"Anna? Catherine. We need you and we'd rather not leave the Dining Hall. Could you join us please?"

"Catherine? ... Certainly. I'll be right there." Anna replied.

The girls all begin talking about Vickie. All except Jennifer. She just sat there with a sad look in her eyes.

I quickly scanned her and sensing the problem, excused myself and went to talk to Mable in the kitchen.

After making all the arrangements, I quickly scanned for Sarah. She was headed for the Dining Hall with John, so I met them on the porch and quickly shared what had happened so far.

And then, I shared Jennifer's feelings and my plan with Sarah. She quickly agreed, and after kissing John goodbye, she went to get what Jenny needed.

I returned to our table at the same time as John who was joining the family with his coffee. Vickie and her mom were still where we left them. Vickie was speaking animatedly, and Helen just listened with a big smile on her face.

I went to Catherine, and touching her arm, thought to her. "I'm taking Jenny on a picnic. I'll see you when I return later this afternoon."

She just smiled as she realized I knew she was not leaving after all.

Next I went to Natalie, and kissed her cheek. "Knock 'em dead! Miss Valedictorian of 1971." I said.

Moving around the table to Grace, and pulling her to her feet, I kissed her and whispered, "I am gonna miss you. Be safe and come back to me."

"Don't you worry Michael. I'll definitely be back. And would you please reserve Monday night for me on your busy schedule!" she said loud enough for all the other girls to hear.

I moved to Jenny's chair. Kneeling in front of Jenny got everyone's attention, and they all became quiet as I gazed into her eyes and said, "Lady Jennifer. Would you be so kind as to grant me the honor of being my date for the afternoon?"

"Really!" she squealed.

"I mean of course, kind Sir." She added giggling.

I stood and offered her my arm, and as she rose to take it, I bowed low to the rest of the family and said, "We bid you adieu." And walked her out the door.



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Chapter 69


"Where are we going?" Jenny asked.

"Ah, my fair Princess. I am going to share with you, the first and second wonders of this world."

"You are so silly!" she giggled.

"It's only because your beauty makes me that way. When I'm in your presence, my senses depart and I am left a silly mess inside!" I continued.

Sarah met us in the Lodge and gave Jenny a skirt and some shoes to ride in. I noticed she was similarly dressed. I ran to grab a pair of shorts. Then together we walked down to the stables. Mable was a good as her word, and they had three horses saddled and waiting for us. I noticed the saddlebags looked full. I helped them mount and then mounted up and led them towards the trail I discovered yesterday.

"Why are you doing this, Michael?" Jenny asked. She was riding beside me on the old logging trail. Her mom had dropped back so we could talk.

"I sensed you were sad, and wanted to make you happy." I said.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I got sad because I saw how you looked at her. And I thought that I wasn't going to get to be with you tonight." Jenny said.

"I know." I said. "And since I could see several possible scenarios that might prove you right. And since I wanted time alone with you because you, out of all my cousins, are the most special to me, I decided to act now." I said.

"I'm really the most special?" she asked.

"Oh Yes!" I said. "Since that day in the hospital, I've known that you are special to me. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I feel that we'll always be very close."

"Oh Michael! I really do love you!" She said as she leaned over to touch me.

I shared my affection and desire for her. "Jenny, you know I'm a romantic fool at heart. And you seem to bring that out of me more than the others. So I wanted our time to be alone and private and not rushed. Also, I want to share something I found with you that I've never shown anyone else."

She was tingling with anticipation as we rode now. I connected with Sarah and then asked Jenny, "Are you really ok with your mom being here?"

"Julie said she showed her how to give you a blow job! And I definitely want that. She also said mom kissed her with your stuff in her mouth and it was the most exciting thing she's ever done with mom. I hope she'll kiss me like that too. It makes me squishy inside every time I even think of it."

I realized I was setting her up, and that Sarah was listening to our thoughts, but I felt like Sarah needed to hear this so I asked, "Jenny, may I tie your mom into our conversation so she can hear you?"

"Ah ... sure." She said hesitantly.

"Sarah, I was just talking with Jenny about you're being with us and we both wanted you to know that it's something that Jenny wants very much!" I thought to both of them. "Jenny do you want to tell your mom what you just told me about why?"

"Well, ah, Julie kept telling me about you showing her how to give Michael a ... ah ... you know ... a..."

" ... a blow job?" Sarah finished.

"Yeah! I really want to know how to do it good."

"Do it well." Corrected her mom. "And certainly! I'll be glad to show you."

I looked at Jenny and wiggled my eyebrows.

"And mom?" she said slowly.

"Yes Baby?" Sarah answered.

"Would you ... er ... kiss me. Like you did with Julie?"

"You mean would I help you suck his cock and then share his cum with you?" She said teasing Jenny's shyness.

"That's it! Yeah!" Jenny exclaimed. "Will you?"

"Oh Baby, of course I will. I'm already so excited I can hardly wait!" Sarah said.

I looked over my shoulder at Sarah and she mouthed the words 'Thank You!' at me. I nodded and turned back to Jenny who's eyes were glazed.

We cut off the logging trail, near the cave, and I now led them single file the last mile. Finally we broke cover as we topped the rise. Before us was the view of the valley with the ranch off to the east, and the Rocky Mountains towering in the west. Both of them gasped and started talking about how wonderful the view was.

We dismounted and I noticed the wet spots on both their saddles as I took the horses to a grassy area nearby. Then removing the saddlebags and the blankets, I walked back to where they were standing, still admiring the view.

I spread the blankets together, and Sarah begin setting out the food Mable had packed. There was two thermoses' of cold apple cider and a bottle of wine. I looked at Sarah for permission and she smiled, so I opened the wine and poured some in the three cups, and handed them each one.

"I'd like to propose a toast," I said. "To Sarah. The best mom in the whole world!"

"Yes!" said Jenny.

"And to Jenny, may you always remember this day, and your mom, with love."

"Oh yes!" whispered Sarah.

Then taking a sip, I sat mine down and pulled Sarah to me and kissed her deeply. "You know that I do think you are the most wonderful mom a girl could have, don't you?" I asked.

Jenny reached for her and kissed her even more passionately and said, "So do I, Mom. So do I!"

Sarah melted, so I smiled at Jenny and said, "Let's eat!"

We talked as we ate, about the view, and the ranch, and how much we enjoyed being there, and how we'll plan to come back. They spoke of the freedom from clothes they had learned to appreciate while here, and that led to how much they had all changed, for the better since I woke up.

Jenny and her mom got to talking about their relationship, and how much closer she felt to her mom now, and soon they were hugging. The hugging led to a kiss, and then a passionate kiss. Finally, Sarah broke the kiss and said, "Whew! You are so sexy! But I think it's time to include Michael."

Little Michael had already noticed them kissing and was ready to be included. "Look Mom! His thingy is already hard. Is that because we kissed?" Jenny asked not so innocently, remembering what I had told them last night.

"It could be. Maybe we should try it again and see if it really is." Sarah said as she hugged Jenny tightly to her and kissed her again.

I groaned.

When she broke the kiss, she looked at me and said, "I'm afraid it is."

They both giggled. "Why don't I show you what you can do with that." Sarah said as she scooted across the blanket to sit next to my leg.

"Here, you get between his legs." Sarah instructed. "Now, if you're old enough to do this, then you're old enough to call it by its name. It's called a cock or a dick, or any of a hundred other names. But never a 'thingy'. That's what little girls who've never held one call it.

Sarah proceeded, like she had with Julie, to teach Jenny how to suck a cock. I didn't mind in the slightest being the dummy for this lesson, for I already knew Sarah was a great teacher. So I lay back and enjoyed the lesson, until I felt the rumble deep in my groin that signaled the end of the lesson was cumming.

Jenny was waiting as her mom swallowed my cock, impatiently willing me to cum soon. I did, spurting into Sarah's mouth. She got most of it, and as she raised her head, Jenny lunged for her kissing her as passionately as I'd ever seen. Sarah actually moaned as Jenny tried to suck all of my cum from her mouth, and then together they parted and looked at me, showing my cum in both their mouths. Then on some unseen cue, they swallowed together.

I kissed Jenny deeply, and then turned and kissed Sarah as well. Sarah moaned again.

Jenny looked at her mom. "That was so-o-o hot! My coochie's on fire, even more than last night. Please Michael! Do me now! Please!" She begged as she lay back spreading her legs.

I looked at Sarah who actually scooted back a bit as she nodded. I sensed Jenny was really ready as I climbed between her outstretched legs. I positioned my still erect man meat at the entrance to her fifteen year old virginal valley and rubbed her slit back and forth with the head a few time. Then looking at Jenny I said, "I love you Jenny Sanders" and plunged into the depths of the here before unknown!

Jenny let out a "Omph-h... !' as I filled her tiny pussy full to the brim. I held still, but she almost immediately started rotating her hips, lifting off the blanket to take more. So I begin to pull out slowly and then back again. But she wanted more, and faster, so I obliged. Soon I was plowing in and out at a steady pace, and she quickly settled me into a rhythm that she enjoyed. In just a few minutes, she begin to make little noises, then " ... yes! ... yes! ... yes!" with each stroke. Finally she screamed, "Oh yes! Fuck me Michael! Fuck me hard!" then as her orgasm approached, "I love you! Please harder! Please-se-se!"

I gave her as hard as I dared, for I feared going too deep and hurting her. Soon her little breaths turned ragged and she stiffened, lifting her hips off the blanket and impaling herself as deep as she could on my cock.

Then she flopped down on she blanket, totally limp as she said, "Damn!"

Her mom looked up at her quickly, then smiled. "I take it that means you liked it!"

"Oh yes! It was everything I thought it would be and more. I love fucking! And I love Michael too!"

She giggled then said, "I guess they just go together, huh?"

Her mom smiled and looked at a still throbbing Little Mike and said, "It looks like Michael isn't finished. Would you mind?"

Jenny grinned real big, and said, "Just save some for me! ' Cause I really liked that!"

Sarah climbed over me and straddled me, her engines rev'ed so high they were redlining. She ran my now throbbing cock through her wet pussy lips, and then slowly slid down my rod. Jenny watched in amazement as her mom took it all inside her.

"Holy smokes! Will I ever be able to do that?" she thought.

I quickly replayed it for Sarah, then tied us mentally together again. "It won't be long Baby! You just need to grow a little more and practice."

Sarah groaned again as my long pole scratched a very deep itch. "I'm not even sure how I can do it. It must be because I've had babies." Sarah said to no one. "God! It's so deep." She groaned again.

I smiled as I thought to Sarah. "Well, you got to watch Jenny as she lost her cherry. Are you ready to let her watch you lose yours?" I asked.

Sarah quickly opened her eyes as she felt my finger playing with her ass. And a shiver went through her.

"Mom's not a virgin! She's had babies, for god's sake!" Jenny said.

Sarah just groaned as my finger slid in to the first knuckle. Jenny was lying with her head on my shoulder and couldn't see what I was doing with my finger.

"Sarah, explain it to her." I commanded. "After all, it's part of her education." I said.

Sarah groaned again but didn't say anything. As I begin to work my finger in and out I said, "Jenny, hand me the bottle of baby oil in the backpack at your shoulder." Then softening my voice, I added, "Please. It's for your mom. It will make it better."

Jenny tore her eyes away from the scene of my hard cock going in and out of her mom's now very wet pussy. I knew she wanted to put her hand there like she had with Nicky, but I wasn't ready for that yet.

Jenny handed me the oil, but I told her to put some on my hand on her mom's ass. "Now explain it to her Sarah, or I won't use the oil." I said menacingly.

Her pussy gushed as she had a small climax. "Jenny Baby, a woman's pussy is not the only place you can take a man's cock." She grunted and moaned again.

"Go on!" I said.

"If your lover is gentle, some women like to take their man's cock up their ass."

And... ?"

"And I am going to let Michael fuck me there ... now. So be a good girl and help mommy by putting that oil all over my asshole. Please Baby! I want him so bad."

Jenny was not sure about what was actually happening, but did what her mom asked and coated my fingers with the oil. I immediately began thrusting my finger deeper and harder, twisting, and stretching her anal ring. Then I began to work in a second finger and finally a third, sawing them in and out.

"Holy smokes! Mom! He's got three fingers in your butt hole!" she exclaimed as I worked in the third finger.

"I know-w-w-w... !" Sarah cried. "I feel so full! Come on stud! Fuck my pussy and my asshole!" she cried as she sped up.

But I slipped my cock out of her, and rolled her on her back, my three fingers still buried in her ass. Sarah whined and raised her knees to her chest.

"Please! Jenny Baby. Put it all over that big dick and let him fuck me! Now! Please!" She was almost screaming the last 'now'.

Jenny just stared at my wickedly hard monster. And while she couldn't see how it would ever fit, she looked at the grimace on her mom's face as Sarah furiously rubbed her own pussy, and then poured some oil in her hand and begin to rub my cock.

"Damn! That's good sweetheart!" I said. "Now, watch!"

I leaned down and placed the tip of my cock at her rosebud and shoved gently. Sarah started moaning continuously as I shoved my cock up her asshole.

When the head popped through her virgin asshole, I stopped so her muscle surrounding her anus could adjust, then begin to push.

"Oh god! It's bigger than a baseball bat! Get it out! Don't fuck me with a bat! Please get it out! It's too big! Sarah cried. But the whole time she was trying to impale herself further on it.

I tied Jenny back into her mom so she could understand what was happening. I'd have to explain her mom's rape fantasy to her later.

"She really wants it doesn't she?" said Jenny. "She wants you to rape her asshole!" As she suddenly understood. I just grinned at her and winked.

Suddenly, she leaned close to Sarah's ear and said, "Well if the bitch wants it, I think you should just shove it all the way in!" Jenny said in a tone I'd never heard. "After all, if she liked seeing her fifteen year old daughter get it up her virgin pussy, she should definitely like feeling that huge cock up her virgin asshole!"

Sarah screamed as a bigger climax rolled through her body. But I didn't even slow down. I was laser focused on Sarah now, trying to meet every deep seated fantasy need she had. There were years of frustration and guilt built up in her, and like Anna, she was not only being fucked, but purged as well.

Jenny must have been following along because her small hand moved to her mom's pussy, and pushing Sarah's hands away, she began to rub, then slap at her mom's distended clit, saying "Mommy has a naughty pussy! Bad Pussy! Mommy was a bad girl and bad girls always get their pussy spanked!"

Jenny continued her little girl monologue, in her little girl voice, "Oo-o-o! Mommy's nipples are bad too! She said as she pinched one. "And look at her boobie! They're bad boobies! She said as she slapped them. She continued slapping and pinching and pulling, then moved back to Sarah's pussy she begin rubbing her clit furiously. "Fuck my mommies' asshole Michael! Fuck it hard. Bad asshole!" She said as she slapped her mom's upturned ass. Over and over she spanked her mom's ass as she frigged her clit. I started power stroking harder and deeper. Sarah's voice was now one continuous wail.

Finally, I couldn't last anymore and began to groan as I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum deep in her rectum. When she felt my cock swell and begin to cum, she came, shuddering through one of the longest and most intense climaxes I'd ever seen. Her pussy continuing to spasm even after my now soft manhood exited her asshole with a plop.

I collapsed on the blanket, winded and taking deep breaths, I watched as Jenny took the jug of water, and pouring some on my shorts, begin to wipe her mom off. Gently she bathed her mom's still tender vagina, and then moved between her legs to wipe her ass. Finally she begin to clean herself. I noticed that there was no blood, so I asked. "Are you OK? You don't seem to have much blood, and you didn't act like it hurt too bad?"

She grinned at me sheepishly. "After we saw what Julie went through, we all decided that we didn't want to have to deal with the pain while we were trying to enjoy the pleasure, so we all got rid of our hymens ourselves."

I raised my eyebrow in question. Jenny knew I was wondering how they did it.

"With Nicky's hairbrush. It has a long smooth handle." She said, again sheepishly. "And I'm glad I did. Julie was still sore the next day. But if you could get hard again, I could fuck you right now!"

I smiled. After that last round with Sarah, I'm not sure if I'd ever get hard again. "Well, I've got to have a shower and wash myself real well. In case you don't know, you never want a dick inside you anywhere that has been inside somebody's ass. Not without washing it real well first." I told her.

Sarah was still asleep. So I stretched out beside her and held Jenny in my arms.

After a while I asked, "Jenny? Where did you come up with all those things you said and did to your mom?"

Jenny grinned real big. "From her. When you did that thing so I could see what she was feeling, I saw it of course. At first, I was scared to do anything about it. But when I saw that it was like acting, and that she really wanted the whole fantasy, I decided to help. It was fun, but not something I'd want to do a lot." She paused. "I liked sharing you with her, but that's because I can't fall in love with you and marry you. I don't know if I'd feel the same about sharing my husband with my mom. On the other hand, Dad did share her with us. And you. I just wish mom would do the same."

"What do you mean Baby?" Sarah asked. Apparently she wasn't as sleepy as I thought.

"Well, Dad shared you with Michael and us. But Randi..." Jenny hesitated.

"But Randi, what?" Sarah asked patiently.

"Well Randi wants Dad to be her first. But she won't say anything because she doesn't want to hurt you and it would kill her if he didn't want her." Jenny said, tears welling in her eyes. "Please don't tell her I told you. It's just that she wants him so bad, and now that I've made love to Michael, I can see how great it would be for her. And I want her to be as happy as I am now!" Jenny's eyes filled with tears.

I shifted Jenny to lay between Sarah and I so that her mom could hold her.

"Michael, has John left?" Sarah asked.

I scanned quickly. He was still at the ranch. "He's still there." I said.

"Can you stop him?" She asked.

I tapped John's mental shoulder and said, "This is the operator, please hold for a long distance call." John flinched, then laughed. Then tying Sarah in, I said "Go ahead with your call."

"John, darling we have a situation here. I think you need to postpone going home for a day. I'll be back to the ranch in an hour to discuss it with you. Please darling, will you do it for me?"

"Of course. I'll talk to Catherine and see you in an hour. I love you." John said.

"I love you too, darling." Sarah said. Then she got up and begin packing our stuff.

I helped Jenny to her feet and the gathering the horses we mounted and headed back.

Once we reached the logging trail and could ride two abreast, Jenny pulled up beside me while Sarah spurred her horse to a fast trot and waved at us over her shoulder as she took off for the ranch.



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Chapter 70


Jenny and I unsaddled the horses and then dropped the saddlebags by the kitchen. Mable was gone for the day, so I made a mental note to thank her personally tomorrow.

Then we headed to the Lodge and a much needed shower. Jenny joined me after getting her things, so I shampooed her hair and bathed her thoroughly, with lots of touching and kissing. She was right. She was ready to fuck me again now. I dried her off and was combing out her hair when Nicky came in. Then Julie and Randi joined and they all gathered around Jennifer for the recap. I took this as my cue to leave, but kept an ear out to see if she discussed her mom's butt fuck. She didn't.

I went to my room to comb my hair and grabbed a pair of shoes, then headed to the Dining Hall. It was early for dinner, but everyone else seemed to be there. On the way, I met Candy and Mandy who were coming back from another trail ride. They both were athletic and tended to favor the outdoor activities. I stopped and hugged them both, and directed them towards the Lodge when they asked about the other girls.

The sky was beautiful as the sun set behind the mountains, the last vestiges of sunlight painting the clouds in shades of pink.

"Pink skies at night, sailors delight!" I thought of the rhyme my daddy used to quote.

"Michael? Is that you? Are you near?" Catherine thought to me. She was on the balcony of the Dining Hall, overlooking the lake. John and Sarah were with her. As was Debbie.

"I'll be with you in a minute." I thought to her. I stopped by the drink station and fixed myself an iced tea before heading out to the balcony.

I bent down and kissed Catherine on the cheek, then kissed Sarah, and finally, Debbie, who grabbed me in a crushing hug and purred in my ear, "I've missed you."

"Not as much as I've missed you!" I thought only to her, and grinned.

"Good evening everyone." I said.

"As you can see, John and I have decided to stay until Sunday. Jeff went on with Grace and Natalie, since the plane was here and it was too late to reschedule it. John, as you know has a family matter. But you and I have to discuss what to do about Helen and Vickie." Catherine said.

"I could take a guess, but you would assume that I read you, which I haven't yet. So why don't you tell me what you've decided I should do." I said laughing.

Catherine laughed. "You're in a good mood this evening! I take it everything went well with Jennifer and Sarah this afternoon?"

"I could replay it for you if you'd like." I said teasing Sarah.

"Michael!" Sarah said sternly. "I don't think that would be appropriate right now!"

I laughed. John raised his eyebrow and looked at Sarah and then me.

"I mean ... I think ... Well don't we have more important things to discuss?" Sarah rambled.

"I don't know." John said teasing Sarah too. "I mean what could be more important than my wife and daughter and her cousin and how they spent their afternoon. I'm sure it was a big day for someone."

"Michael!" Sarah cried, "You weren't supposed to tell!"

"He didn't!" John continued. "But now I think you should." He grinned. "Or should we just have Michael do that thing he does and share it with everyone?"

"John! No!" Sarah cried again, her face and upper chest were flushed, and her nipples had actually gotten hard. "Please! Can't we drop it for now? I promise I'll tell you all about it later."

"What about the rest of us?" Debbie asked.

"Oh, don't worry. I plan on demonstrating it to you personally, later." I told Debbie.

She rolled her eyes towards Sarah in a questioning look. Sarah flushed hotter and her nipples stiffened more.

"Oh my!" Said Catherine as she looked at me. I could see the hunger in her eyes.

John grinned, "It looks like things may get real interesting around the house soon." He muttered cryptically.

"Where were we?' I asked no one in particular. "Did you all decide what to do about Vickie and her mom?"

"After talking with Anna and John and Jeff and Debbie, we decided that she is too great a security risk to leave alone. There are several risks, mainly that she could be discovered to be an Empath, which would lead to trouble for her, and ultimately you." Catherine said.

"Also" she continued, "She is ... how do the kids say it? ... totally bonkers over you!"

"Not to mention, she a major submissive, and horny, and ripe for the first swinging Dom dick that comes along." I added.

Catherine looked at me. I could tell without reading her that this was news. And not the best of news.

"Is her mother aware of this, do you think?" Catherine asked me.

I shrugged. I hadn't had the chance to find out.

"Well, we'll just have to ask her." Catherine said conclusively. "Anyway, Anna and I think they should go back to Tennessee with us. Except for their jobs, they have nothing really holding them there. Helen moved there after her husband died, and stayed because she had a good job as a nurse in a doctor's office. When he closed his practice two years ago, she took a part time nursing position at a small hospital and begin to study art, which she had always wanted to do. I think I will have Sarah check on an opening at Blount County Hospital, and offer Vickie a scholarship to Maryville College. They can live with Jeff and Debbie until you get your new home built Michael. Then move in with us."

I raised my eye at this. "Catherine HAS been busy!" I thought.

"Yes I have Michael. Tomorrow, when things calm down, maybe you can find some time in your busy schedule for us to talk." Catherine said.

The dig was not like her, so I made it a priority to delve deeper, but the girls were approaching and I didn't have time now.

The wave of giggling, chattering girls washed over us, like a wave of locust on a field of crops. Their good natured laughter and cheer making even Catherine relax and feel good. They hugged me, rubbing their titties against my bare chest and kissed me with tender little kisses. Even Candy and Mandy. Julie hugged me and I picked her up and twirled her around. She was tense. A scared look in her eyes.

"You've got to tell me all about him. Is he nice?" I asked her.

"You're ... not ... you're not mad?" She sputtered.

"Lord no! I'm happy for you." I told her. "Is he nice to you?"

She looked confused.

"Julie honey, I told you before, you should spread your wings and get out and meet new people, especially cute guys. Just be safe and don't let yourself get pushed or backed in a corner. As long as you are happy and safe, I'm happy for you." I told her and swung her around again.

"You really mean it? You're not mad because I've been hanging out with Jason?" she asked, relief flooding her.

"If that's his name, yes." I told her. "I saw you out here this morning. It looked like he was sketching you against the sunrise. Is he any good? As an artist I mean."

"Oh you!" she giggled. "Yes, he's a very good artist. I'll show you the sketch he did of me later. He also happens to be a fair kisser." Julie said teasing me.

"Aw-w-w! I had hoped he was lousy so you'd have to keep coming to me for your kisses." I faked a pout.

Julie laughed, "Well, I still may be coming to you for some things. He may be a good kisser, but I don't think he's ever done anything else! And he's so shy and well mannered, he may never even try. But as I told mom, that's really ok now, because if I really need it, I know that you are always around for me!"

"And that's exactly how I want it!" I hugged her tight. "I love you Julie and I'll always be there for you! Now, when do I get to meet him?"

He'll be down for dinner with his family anytime now. Would you really like me to introduce you? I don't know all his family yet, but his dad seems nice." Julie said.

"Of course I want to meet him. After all, I have to keep tabs on who's stealing my kisses!" I said happily.

"I may share my kisses, but no one gets my MSK's. That's my 'Michael's Special Kisses'!" and Julie proceeded to give me an MSK. Little Mike sure liked it and let her know. Julie groaned as she sensed me getting hard.

"I hafta stop. I've been getting hornier and hornier all day and now this. And its Randi's turn now I hear." She giggled. "Were you as good to Jen as you were to me?" she teased.

"You'll have to ask Jenny. Gentlemen never kiss and tell!" I teased back.

"Oh, I will. I just got the tail end of the short version before we came down, but I plan on getting the full story before the night is over!" she giggled again.

I was so glad she wasn't upset any more. I just loved to see them happy, and hated it when they weren't.

Randi and Nicky came up to me. They had Vickie in tow.

"Let's go eat." Said Randi.

"Yeah. There's a dance tonight in the Pavilion." Said Nicky.

"And there's gonna be a live band!" Said Randi.

"Sammy Kahn and his Twilight Review." Said Nicky.

"Will you two cut that out!" I said laughing. Then turning to Vickie, I said, "They just do it to get my goat!" and laughed. Then, "Alright, then, let's go eat.

They were serving family style again tonight, and Helen and Vickie sat with our family. I kept a close eye on them and they seemed to fit right in. I'd decide to save scanning them until we all talked later.

After dinner Julie came for me and led me to Jason's table.

"You all, this is my cousin Michael. Michael, this is the Kapaemala's. I only met Mr. Kapaemala this afternoon. I'm sorry I don't know the rest of you." Julie said.

Mr. Kapaemala stood and offered his hand. "I am Gerald and this is Kalani. And this is Mikea, Ileana, and of course, Jason.

Mrs. Kapaemala was Asian, and exotically beautiful. Little Mike immediately begin to notice, but I willed him to calm down. "It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Kapaemala. I hope you'll forgive my bad manners, but your beauty is intoxicating, and I'm afraid I should excuse myself now before I become drunk!"

Kalani smiled, but was not put off by my response to her beauty. So I turned to the girls. Mikea was 17 and exotically beautiful like her mother, and I told her so, sensing I was now losing the battle with Little Mike. I turned quickly to Ileana, who was 16 and I was even more intoxicated by her beauty. She also favored her mother, but with the bluest eyes I'd ever remembered seeing. I stumbled over myself and mumbled my embarrassed apologies, finally turning to Jason. He smiled at me with the same blue eyes as his sister.

"I hear you're an artist. Are you here to attend the Institute" I asked.

"I'm not really that good." He said shyly.

"That's not consistent with my previous information." I responded.

He looked confused and afraid.

"My sources say differently," I said. "As a matter of fact, I was given to understand you were very good."

Jason looked worriedly at Gerald as he blushed.

"Of course, it helps to have an angel as your subject doesn't it?" I asked with a grin. Now they both were embarrassed.

I turned to Mrs. Kapaemala, "Well, it seems I'm striking out with all the beautiful ladies tonight. First I embarrass myself with you and both of your beautiful daughters, then I embarrass your son and my beautiful cousin. I can only ask your forgiveness for my responding so honestly to your beauty, for it's obvious where Mikea and Ileana get their beauty. And I hope Jason will also forgive me, or Julie will kill me tonight in my sleep.

Turning to the Mikea and Ileana, I added, "I would add that I hope I would see you later at the dance. But seeing you again, I might do something stupid like asking you to dance. And if, in a moment of dizziness or something, you actually consented, then surely your father would kill me. For your beauty is beyond the bounds of normal men. And alas, I am merely mortal. So I will say Adieu, and await my fate at your hands. Ignore me and I die a thousand agonizing deaths, each bittersweet at the memory of what might have been. Or, dance with me once, and I would surely die by your father's hands. So again, Adieu. I await my fate, now in your lovely hands."

I bowed with a flourish, sweeping an imaginary hat broadly in front of me, and then turned and walked back to my table. Applause erupted throughout the Dining Hall, so as I turned and repeated my bow to the admiring throng. John was laughing, but the girls were all buzzing.



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Chapter 71


A few minutes later, Julie was at my elbow with Jason.

"Michael?" she said tentatively. "They want you to come back. Please!"

"What?" I responded, surprised.

"The Kapaemala's. They want you to come back. Please. For me." She pleaded.

"For you my dear, always." I smiled at her.

I followed Jason and Julie back to the Kapaemala's table. Gerald stood and pulled an empty chair from an adjoining table and motioned me to sit down. Julie and Jason remained standing behind me, I assumed to better hear what my fate was to be.

I decided to check them out, so I read them.

Gerald spoke. "Mr. Wagner, we have been practicing nudists for a long time, and I am well aware of Kalani's beauty and the reaction she can ... er ... provoke in men. And the same goes for Mikea and Ileana, especially of late. But in all that time, we have never encountered such a refreshingly honest and amusing reaction as we experienced during your exuberant soliloquy."

I raised my eyebrows at this interesting compliment, but remained silent.

"If you would be so kind, Kalani would like to ask you a few questions,." Gerald said.

I nodded and looked in Kalani's eyes. They were magnificent, and filled me with desire.

"Mr. Wagner, are you always so refreshingly honest?" She asked.

"Mr. Wagner was my father. He passed away two months ago. My friends call me Michael. I hope that you will too. As for my honesty, there is honesty in what we speak, and also honesty in what is omitted. The words I spoke, were as I felt them. Honest and from my heart."

Kalani smiled. Mikea and Ileana looked at me with big doe-like eyes.

"The unspoken was also honest, in my attraction to each of you, and my appreciation of your beauty."

She smiled as she continued. "Please, Michael, I hope you'll pardon our inquisition, but it is for good reasons. May I ask how old you are?"

"I was sixteen in February." I answered.

"You said your father passed away two months ago, is your mother here? And may we meet her?" Kalani asked.

"My mother died two months ago also. They were killed in the same car accident. I am here with my grandmother, my twin sister, and my cousins." I told her. "I'm sure they would be delighted to meet you."

"I am so sorry to hear of your parent's untimely death, and I am also sorry if my questions caused you grief."

"That's ok. You did not know." I replied. I had read her as she sat in front of me now, but what I was sensing wasn't clear. While some of her thought were in English, the majority of them were in a language I did not know, and worse, many were actually mixed. So what I was reading did not entirely make sense, but I was fairly certain they meant no ill to me, and they were hiding something.

"Are you married? Or engaged?" She asked

"Er, no."

"Do you have special girl?" She asked.

"Yes." I reached back for Julie and pulled her to me. "This is one of them. The others are all over there," nodding towards our table. "except for two who are back in Tennessee."

"I am sorry, I asked the question poorly. I was trying to find out if you were committed to another." Kalani said.

"That's alright. May I ask you a couple of questions?" I asked.

"Of course." Kalani replied.

"Why are you hiding your royalty? And why are you looking for someone to bed your daughter, Your Majesty?" I asked.

Kalani gasped, and stared at me without a word. Then she turned and started speaking to Gerald in a language unknown to me. But I followed some of it due to the English thoughts attached to the emotions.

Gerald looked at me closely. "Her Majesty would like to know what spirits you speak to."

"The spirits that give birds their flight, and great trees their massive strength. The spirit of the air as it moves the oceans of grasses, gently in its breeze. These are the spirits that speak to me." I answered.

"Ah! Solakanali. The Spirit of the Sun. The most powerful of all spirits. And Solakanali speaks to you?" She asked with reverence.

"Only when he deems it so. He is not mine to summons or question. I can try only to do his will." I said. If anyone had asked, I had no Idea where this was coming from.

"Ah. So young, yet so wise!" She said almost a chant.

"My dear Kalani," I thought to her, "Appearance is often but a shadow of what is. I am much older than even you, and I have much to do. Do you have a request of me?"

"Oh!" Kalani said aloud.

"You do not have to speak your thoughts," I thought to her, "For I can hear the desires or your heart."

"Such power! Please forgive me Great One. I have heard the wise ones say they have spoken with the gods, however I have never been graced with the pleasure." Kalani said.

"The Spirit is the Great One. I but do its will." I replied. "You're request? Your Majesty."

"Please, so much has changed. I must speak with the Ratu. May we meet again tomorrow? Please?" She asked reverently.

I stood. "Until the morrow, Your Royal Highness." I bowed deeply and turned to go.

Julie stood speechless, and she knew of my powers. Poor Jason did not know what to think. I looked back and Kalani was huddled with her daughters. I could not understand their words, but their desire was clear.

Gerald stood staring at me, his eyes narrowed. I looked at him briefly. It isn't every day you see a real live eunuch.



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Chapter 72


I scanned and found her in the Pavilion, helping Sandy set up for the dance.

"Anna?" I thought to her.

"What now?" she said testily.

"Whoa! What have I done now?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Michael. I just found out that Daddy and Aunt Jaye are not coming back until tomorrow. That means the responsibility for this place all falls on Sandy. And since the weekends are so busy, I feel obligated to help."

"That sounds like a management problem to me."

"It is. But a certain Empath we both know, seems to have set in motion, the changes that sent the majority of the management away for the week!" Anna said with a little laugh.

"Sure. Find a way to blame it on me!" I said with a laugh.

I had been walking towards the Pavilion since I located her. Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged. "Well, I'm partial to helping nude ranch owners, so what can I do to help?"

"Oh. Would you?" she asked and begin to rattle off the list of things needing done for tonight's dance. I quickly scanned and found the girls, and sent a 'blast' thought, kind of like sending a blast e-mail three decades from now, asking if anyone would like to help.

Within minutes, they all begin to descend on the Pavilion, overwhelming Sandy and Anna with offers to help. Many hands make light work, my father used to say, and before you knew it, everything was done and ready for the dance.

As usual, the girls and I had a great time helping out, and before long, the Pavilion was full as Sammy Kahn and his Twilight Review played.

All the girls wanted a dance. When Randi danced with me, she was giddy.

"You seem very happy tonight."

"I can't believe it Michael. They said yes!"

Of course I had read her and knew what she meant. "That's great sweetheart. Did they decide when?"

"Tonight. Dad wanted to dance with Mom first. Then we're going to their room. I'm so excited! I can't believe mom agreed to it!"

"You're sure then? That you want your dad to be your first?" I asked her seriously.

"We had a long conversation this afternoon and he said he would, but Mom would have to be there, because he hadn't been with another woman since they became engaged, and he wouldn't jeopardize their relationship by being with another woman without her consent and presence."

"And you're ok with your mom being there?'

"Julie and Jenny both loved it so it should be alright. I decided that if they can be open about this, then I will be too."

"That's very mature of you Randi." I said.

"Well, they did make me agree to talk to Mom and Grandmother in the morning. I think they worry that it might scar me or something."

"It may be that this is just as new to them as it is to you and they are taking every precaution they can to insure you are happy and that granting you happiness now, doesn't cause you future pain."

"All I know is it's a dream come true for me. I'm excited and nervous, and I can't wait!" Randi said bubbling with excitement. "You know, things sure have changed since you woke up."

I looked at her, waiting for her to go on.

"I mean, I never even dared to hope I could get the chance to make love to my dad. And I never in a million years thought I'd be dancing with you naked!" she giggled.

"May I cut in?" came a deep male voice over my shoulder.

"Oh, Daddy!" replied Randi as she melted into his arms.

Sarah, who had been with John, switched with her daughter and closed in my arms. Her eyes became moist as she watched them dance away. I just held her in silence as we danced to the slow song.

Finally she said to me, "I know it's considered wrong, but how can anything that makes her so happy really be wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing is right or wrong, unless the mind of man makes it so." I told her. "This is not about the mind. It's about the heart of a very beautiful and sexy young lady who is seeking the ultimate approval as a woman from the man she admires most."

Sarah was silent, her head on my shoulder. "When did you become so wise?" she whispered.

I didn't answer, continuing to dance slowly. As the number wound down she asked, "If it's necessary, could you do your er, thing and let me feel them? I mean do you have to be there to do it?"

"Sarah, if you feel you need me, then come get me. But I think you'll be just fine." I told her.

"Are you ready?" John asked her as we left the floor. Randi had both arms wrapped around his left arm. Her eyes were glistening, and she had a shy grin on her lips. Sarah looked at them and said, "You two go ahead, I'll catch up in a minute."

John nodded, and Randi smiled as they headed for the Lodge. Sarah pulled me to a more private area.

"Michael, if we need you, you'll be there won't you?" Sarah asked worriedly.

I read her. She was afraid she might become sexually over-stimulated and that John might be too worn out and that she would get upset and ruin things.

"Didn't you get enough of me this afternoon?" I asked. I could sense the erotic memories as she re-lived them again.

She shuddered and said, "I'm not sure that's possible. But I don't ever want to go back to being the bitch I was before you straightened me out!"

"Sarah, if you need me, just knock on my door." I told her.

"Just be sure to bring your oil with you!" I said as I sent her an image of my cock buried in her ass.

She turned towards the Lodge, as a shiver ran through her. "OK!" she tossed over her shoulder as she walked away.

I returned to the dance. I was looking around for everyone else. Catherine and Liz were sitting with Debbie and Anna at the far end. Candy, Mandy, Nicky, Vickie, and Jenny were sitting at the table next to them. I made my way in that direction.

I saw that Jenny was on the dance floor with Jason, so I looked around for his sisters and their mom, but didn't see them.

As I approached the girl's table, Liz intercepted me and asked me to dance with her, then leading me to where the band was set up, she nodded to Sammy Kahn and he nodded back. A moment later the band switched to 'Moonlight Serenade' and we begin to waltz. The crowd on the floor fell to the sides and soon we had the floor to ourselves. Liz was an expert ballroom dancer, but the waltz was where she really excelled. I had forgotten how much fun it was to dance with a great partner.

All too soon, it ended to enthusiastic applause. Liz was flushed from the exertion, and her smile could have lit up Denver. The band switched to 'In The Mood' and Liz asked me if I could swing. I pulled her to me and begin a lively quick step. This time a few couples joined us, but we kept center stage.

I noticed the girls were all standing as they watched us. Finally, as the song ended, I pulled her into a dip and kissed her. The girls all screamed and clapped.

The third song, 'Unforgettable' saw us in a slower, but much more sweeping waltz, as I paraded her around the floor, trying only to frame her so as to demonstrate her impeccable style and grace. Right as the song ended, the applause erupted as a growing roar, and I twirled her once and with a sweeping gesture, motioned to her. The girls, along with many others were screaming and cheering. She indicated me and I bowed quickly, then taking her hand, paraded her once around the floor and finally to her seat as the cheering died.

Liz was quickly surrounded by the family congratulating her and praising the exhibition she had put on. Sandy was soon by her side, adding her words of praise to everyone else's.

"Liz, that was simply beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen anyone dance like that. Would you and Michael consider giving a group lesson tomorrow evening before the dance? I think people would enjoy the dance more if you would." Sandy asked her.

"That's up to Michael. But I would be glad to if he will." Liz smiled.

"All I did was stand there and try to keep up." I said modestly.

Of course the girls all had something to say about that, but finally it was decided that Liz and I would give a quick introductory lesson and then open the dance with another exhibition.

I was headed to the refreshment table at the other end of the Pavilion when I heard, "That was certainly surprising." It was Kalani. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" she asked smiling.

"I don't remember." I smiled back. "Do you like to dance?"

"I don't think I'm anywhere near your, how do you say, your height." She replied demurely.

"Nonsense! Besides, that was mostly Liz. I just tried to keep up." I replied.

"Modest too! Oh my!" Kalani said.

"Only the truth for you, Your Majesty." I replied. "Would you do me the honor?" I then asked, bowing to her as the band started another song.

She hesitated, then stood. Like everyone else, she was nude, except for a small cape she had draped over shoulders, that wasn't closed in front, a beautiful gold necklace around her throat and a pair of high heeled pumps that looked suspiciously made for dancing. She undid the cape, dropping it to the floor and took my hand.

I led her to the center of the floor, and we began to waltz to Percy Faith's 'Moulin Rouge'. Again, we were the only couple on the floor and she was divine.

I smelled a setup.

She was truly incredible as we made our way, following my lead with poise and skill. I wouldn't be able to decide later who was really better, because there were subtle differences in their styles. But I know that halfway through, I was fighting hard to keep Little Mike under control. Fortunately for me, the song ended before he got too out of control, but I was still blushing as I walked her back to her daughters, the crowd once again applauding.

I bowed once again, "Your Majesty. You are absolutely incredible. And once more I have become enamored by your beauty, it seems."

The Princesses both giggled, and Kalani smiled coyly. "Mister Wagner, it is I who seems to be the one falling under your spell. I have not danced like that in years. And I had truly forgotten the pleasure a good partner can bring."

I quickly turned to Mikeya. "May I?" I asked as I bowed.

She stood and took my hand, smiling as I led her to the floor. We were not alone for this one, and as she folded herself into my arms she said, "I'm afraid I'm not to the same heights as my mother."

"Since it is apparent you have inherited her beauty, perhaps you also have inherited her heights as well." I said as we begin to dance. And while she didn't have her mother's experience, she had been trained and we enjoyed the dance.

I followed Mikeya's turn with a dance with Ileana, who had also been trained and she too lacked only experience. But Ileana chose to dance close most of the time, her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed as we flowed to the music. When it ended, she seemed reluctant to be led back to their table. As we arrived back, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. "Thank you." She whispered. "That was wonderful."

"It seems you have captivated all three us with your charm, Mister Wagner."

"What you see, Kalani, is simply a boy basking in the presence of three very beautiful and talented women." I replied bowing once more. "Until tomorrow."

I headed on to the refreshment table to get some punch. After I returned to my family, I took a seat between Catherine and Liz.

"Who was that Michael?" Liz asked.

"The older one is the mother of the young man who seems to have occupied all Julie's dances tonight. The two younger ones are his older sisters. Julie introduced me earlier, at dinner. Their name is Kapaemala.

"Well she certainly is beautiful. And apparently knows how to dance." Catherine said.

I just smiled. For some reason, I felt like the fly talking to the spider.



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Chapter 73


Just then Anna returned with Sandy. Standing behind my chair she bent down and kissed my cheek and whispered, "Ask Sandy to dance." I nodded, acknowledging her request. She and Sandy sat down with us and talked with Liz and Catherine. When the band started on 'Little Brown Jug'. I got up and extended my hand to Sandy asking her to dance. She protested mildly, saying she wasn't good enough for me, but Anna and Liz just shushed her and pushed her to the dance floor.

Sandy started to apologize for her poor dancing skills when I stopped her.

"Is this how you want your guests to react to the lesson you have us scheduled for?"

"No."

"Well, let's consider this a lesson and quit apologizing. OK?" I said.

"Hmmm, you're right. So teach me to dance like Liz." She said laughing.

So I begin with a couple of basic steps. She was agile and quick, her earlier training coming back to her as we danced. Pretty soon she was starting to flow with the music much smoother. So I added a turn and a flow, and finally a promenade. She suddenly realized how good it felt and giggled.

"This is fun! You're a good teacher" she said smiling as the song ended.

"Wanna try it again?" And as the music started, it was a good song for a quick step, which is just a variation on the waltz. So I showed her how to do a skip and a double turn with the little dip at the end and she picked it up quickly. Her face was lit up with a big grin as we paraded past the table, and I framed her for a quick pose before taking off in a double skip again.

"That was great Sandy." I said. She laughed out loud.

"I can't remember dancing being this much fun!" she said still smiling.

I scanned her as we danced, curious more than anything, and found her reliving memories of her high school prom, and her first time with a boy. The dance had been wonderful, even if they hadn't danced much because he wasn't a very good dancer. Her dress was beautiful, even though she bought if for its ease of removing later, and her date was cute, even if he couldn't dance.

Afterwards, he had taken her to a deserted field behind his small ranch, spread a blanket under the stars and proceeded to kiss and fondle her into submission. She had willingly removed her dress for him in hushed excitement and anticipation. From there her dream had turned into a nightmare. He was impatient, rough, and immature, and although she had lost her virginity that night as she had planned, she came away disappointed, sad, and truthfully feeling used.

That was the last time she went out with him, and also the last time she had tried sex. Now twenty one, she still had the desire, but was scared if the feelings that had led her to that night even started. So she almost always fought them away if they did.

The feeling were there again tonight, but she was fighting them as usual. But there was a new conflict. If she could enjoy dancing better than she did at the prom, could that mean that sex could be better too? She wrestled with the question, her smile became a look of concentration.

I probably shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it.

I said, "There was this guy who sit down next to me on a plane. When the stewardess offered him a complimentary glass of wine, he replied 'I tried alcohol once. Didn't like it!' Later she offered him a meal, to which he replied 'I tried airline food once. Didn't like it!' Again later, the stewardess offered him a pillow and blanket, to which he replied, "Tried sleeping on a plane once. Didn't like it!"

Later, he pulled out his wallet and showed the stewardess a picture of his daughter. The stewardess replied, 'Only child I presume!'"

She thought on it for a second before she laughed. "Cute." She said.

"There's a moral to that story." I told her.

She did not respond, waiting for me to go on.

"Maybe we shouldn't write things off as bad, because the first time wasn't as good as we hoped."

She stopped dead on the dance floor and just stared at me, as the other dancers moved around us. Then taking my hand, she pulled me off the floor and out of the Pavilion until we were standing beside the lake.

Then turning to me she said with anger, "Who told you?"

"You did."

"Tonight is the first time I ever spoke more than three words to you!" Her anger rising.

"His name was Pete. He played on the basketball team, but couldn't dance. Your dress was light blue and you bought it to get out of easily. He took you to a deserted field, and the sky was clear and filled with stars. He took your cherry, but was finished before you could blink. He was awkward and clumsy, and he left you feeling used. He never called you or even spoke to you again." I summarized the memories I had felt in her.

She sat down on the sand, her head in her hands crying. She was so wrapped up in the memory, she forgot about how I could know all that. All she could feel, was the pain of the memories.

I sat behind her, my legs to each side of her and just hugged her as she cried.

"You know, we're all not like him. You shouldn't give up on something, simply because it wasn't good the first time you tried it. Especially when so much of what you expect depends on the person you're with. I can tell you that he was a lousy lover and that you did nothing wrong. But somehow, I don't think you'd believe me."

She looked up at me through tear filled eyes. "I wanted it to be good. I wanted to feel what the other girls said it would feel like. I mean I knew there might be some pain, but I lost my hymen years ago, probably from riding so much. But it was over before the little bit of pain there was even went away. And then there was nothing. I cried for two days, before I decided I would never let myself be hurt by a guy again." She said sadly.

"Sandy, now's probably not the time for you. And I'm probably not the guy for you. But there is another guy and another time out there for you. You just got to find him. Don't let one bad experience ruin your whole life." I said softly.

We sat there on the sandy beach, as the music behind us played. I didn't say anything else, as I monitored her emotions.

Finally, she raised her head, leaning back against me and said, "There are a lot of stars in the sky tonight."

I didn't say anything. But wrapped my arms around her, our closer contact warming her.

"Just like that night."

Again I said nothing.

Without turning to look at me, she asked, "Would you kiss me?"

I leaned forward and kissed her cheek, again saying nothing.

"I meant really kiss me. I hadn't kissed anyone before that night, and now I'm not certain his kisses were really that good. I need a basis for comparison." She stated flatly.

"Experimental kissing is good, but should be done in the daylight. At night, alone with a beautiful girl, on a sandy beach, under a sky full of stars, it can't be done. At least not by me."

Sandy turned to look at me in the darkness, the only light from the Pavilion some hundred feet away.

"Why?" she asked simply.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because tonight I have danced with you, and talked with you, and held you while you cried, and I have looked into your soul and seen an absolutely beautiful person that I would like to know much more intimately. So..."

"So?"

"So it wouldn't be a fair comparison. It wouldn't be fair because as bad as I want you, and want to lose myself in making you feel the earth shake and those stars in the sky collide in a display of fireworks that will turn night to day, I'm still leaving next week and then you would feel I was just like Pete.'

'You're just a boy. How do you know all this?" Sandy asked.

"There's an old adage about judging a book by its cover." I reminded her.

"Could you really make me feel the earth move?"

"As I said, I'm probably not the guy for you, Sandy. You need someone who will be here with you, to help you discover all the joys of a loving relationship."

"But I don't want to be afraid any more. Just once, I want to feel loved. To feel the earth move and the stars collide. I want..."

I remained silent as I waited for her to work this through in her heart.

"I want to replace a bad memory with a good one. If I believed it was true, I think I could find that person." She said softly.

I leaned back, turning her face to mine and kissed her. I poured all my feelings into that kiss, stopping only when I had to breathe. Sandy immediately wrapped her arms around me and we kissed again, longer, and if possible, even more passionately.

While we were kissing, she had twisted until she was on top of me. Now she slowly scooted herself down as she kissed my neck and shoulders, moving to my nipples, and finally she wrapped her hand around my shaft and moved it slowly up and down.

"I never even got to touch his." She said out loud, to no one, as she moved her hand slowly up and down. I let her continue as I moaned once, softly.

After a few minutes, she decided, and lowered her head to touch my cock with her lips. Tentatively at first, she began to shower it with little kisses until she finally enveloped the head of my now throbbing rod with her mouth.

"Damn that's good!" I groaned.

I could feel her smile around my shaft as she continued.

"Er, Sandy?" I said gasping. "Please, if you don't stop, I'm ... going to ... cum."

She looked up at me, but she didn't stop. And neither could I. I felt the rumbling begin in my balls as my cum shot through my rod and into her mouth.

She gagged some, but hungrily slurped it up, continuing to suck and slurp as she lavished me with her tongue. Finally she let go and rolled to my side.

I quickly scooted down to hold her head on my shoulder as I kissed her lips. She responded by kissing me back, running her little tongue in and out of my mouth. We kissed a while longer, until she pulled back and smiled at me. Without saying anything, I kissed her face with little kisses, moving down her neck to her throat. Then down to the valley between her breasts. I kissed around them, teasing her, lightly brushing her nipples with my lips, before I sucked one into my mouth, nursing lightly, then switched to the other.

I reached the hair covering her quivering pussy and licked and sucked, She clamped her hands to the back of my head, trying to pull me closer to her clit. So I gave her what she was asking for, and sucked her hard nubbin into my mouth, lashing it with my teeth.

She came then begged, "Please! Put it in me. I've got to feel you in me! Now."

"Are you protected?" I stopped to ask her.

She didn't answer, so I scanned her. She wasn't.

"Help. Quick!" I thought to Anna. "You've got to help me stop her!" I left our connection open so Anna could feel what was happening.

"I can't." I told Sandy. "I want to! God, how I want to! But I can't!"

"Where are you?" Thought Anna.

"Please! Why not?"

"You could get pregnant."

"Behind the Pavilion, on the beach. To your left. Hurry!"

"I don't care. Do it. Put it in me. Now!" she begged.

I started licking her twat again, but she lunged for me, pulling me to her side so she could straddle me. I wrestled her to get my face back to her twat, and this time inserted two fingers and began to strum the inside of her pussy. Sandy's emotions were erratic and desperate. She was so close to coming, but she had her mind fixed on having a cock in her cunt now, which kept her from letting go enough for her orgasm to take her over the top. My tongue and mouth were beginning to ache. It was hard to keep it up and fight to keep her down too.

Finally, she pushed me backward and then grabbing my cock, she straddled me and impaled herself on it. I was winded for just a second, and then started to push her back off, when Anna grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backwards.

Sandy yelped and scrambled to her knees, ready to fight.

"SANDY!" Yelled Anna.

From where I still lay on my back in the sand, with Anna crouched over me, in a defensive posture, it looked like Sandy might actually take a swing at her. She stared at Anna as what had happened begin to sink in, and then she just crumbled to the sand in a fetal position, sobbing.

Anna stepped over me and knelt beside her, taking her half-sister in her arms. Then she looked at me and thought "What did you do to her?" she thought angrily.

I took a deep breath. Losing my temper at Anna wouldn't do any good. Then taking another deep breath to clear my head, I felt the rushes that lined the edge of the lake and became one with them, relaxing as I did.

I sat there in the sand, using what the Old One taught me and was soon enmeshed in the natural rhythm of the elements surrounding me, Then slowly I replayed the entire memory of my time with Sandy for Anna.

I watched as Anna processed the information. Finally she took a deep breath herself.

"Are either of you hurt?" she asked me out loud.

"I can't sort through her emotions enough right now to tell if she is. Nothing hurt on me except my pride. I guess this is what a women feels like when she's raped. She was pretty fired up. I've never been with someone that determined to fuck. Was she always this headstrong?"

"You have to be headstrong to grow up on a ranch and make a decent living of it." Anna said defensively. "But Sandy has always had a stubborn streak a mile wide. At least I know where she gets it now." She added with a smile as she stroked the still crying girls head that was in her lap.

We sat there quietly for a moment. Then Anna asked, "Why didn't you just go ahead and give her what she wanted?"

I stared across the lake as I thought that one through.

"I'm not really sure. Something inside of me just said it was wrong. I mean the last thing she needs is to end up pregnant and having to leave the ranch. She's grounded here. And somehow, she's got a role to play in the future that needs her here and happy."

"Why would she need to leave the ranch?" Anna asked me.

"Because if I got her pregnant with my child, she would have to be with me, and I will be in Tennessee for a while. It's not yet time for me here."

"Michael, are you hiding something from me? How do you know about Sandy's role in the future, and what did you mean about not time for you to be here?"

"I think we should save this for later. Right now, Sandy is in need of her big sister. I'll check out the pavilion and shut off the lights. Do you need help with her?"

"No. If she can walk to the cart, I'll get her home." Anna said.

"Ok. Then I'll see you tomorrow." I said as I made my way back to the Pavilion.

"Anna. Just so you know, Since the morning I told you about my past, I have never knowingly kept anything from you. Or Catherine or Nicky. What you heard and saw tonight, was me getting clues of the future from somewhere. But I don't understand it all yet." I thought to her.

"And Anna. I have never lied to you. I'm sorry if all this with your sister has made you angry at me. But I didn't want her hurt. Please tell her that. And I do love you. Thank you for being there for me tonight."

Anna didn't respond at first. Then thought "Goodnight Michael." As they drove away on the cart.

I checked out the empty Pavilion and did a quick scan, then turned out the lights and walked up the hill to the Lodge. After a hot shower, I hit the sack. But sleep didn't come easily tonight. And it wasn't because I was alone for the first time in a while. I thought a long time about what had been revealed to me tonight, before finally falling asleep.



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Chapter 74


May 29, 1971 – Saturday

It was still dark outside and the rain was coming down steadily. I had to pee. I had scanned for the family as I walked to the communal showers. They were all asleep.

So now, with the warm water of the shower beating down on me, I begin to scan the ranch. Mable was in the kitchen at the Dining Hall, along with a helper. There were two hands in the stables, beginning their morning chores. The security people were awake and bored. Anna was with Sandy in her bedroom at the big house. I began looking for the Kapaemala's.

I found them in one of the larger cabins. Jason was in one bedroom, Kalani, Mikeya, and Lani the other. Gerald was in the front room. He was the only one awake. I scanned him, but could get little from him except a steely resolve to protect them.

"Oh well. Maybe Mable will let me have some coffee." I thought.

I took care of my morning business, slipped on my running shoes, and headed thru the rain, for the Dining Hall. Mable was in a good mood, as I thanked her for the picnic lunch from yesterday and hugged her warmly. Without me asking, she got me a plate of fresh biscuits and local honey, and a cup of coffee. I ate it all perched on a stool in the kitchen, catching up on all the gossip of the ranch.

"Anna only wishes the CIA had intelligence this good!" I thought.

"You're up early this morning?" Catherine thought when she sensed me.

"Good morning Catherine. How is it you always seem to sense my thoughts?" I asked.

"I should probably discuss it with you sometime, if only to keep you safe. But it gives me a good feeling when I hear them. I feel more connected, somehow." She replied.

"Are you up?" I asked her.

"Just getting up. I'm a little slow some mornings." Catherine said.

"When you're ready, why don't you join me on the balcony for coffee and a rainy sunrise?" I invited.

"Thank you. I'll have tea, and see you in a few minutes." Catherine thought back to me.

I had her tea waiting when Catherine arrived. Mable had also provided us some breakfast pastries. They were homemade and delicious! I rose and kissed Catherine's cheek as she came in.

When she was seated and had fixed her tea, she looked at me and asked, "Have you scanned Randi and John yet?" her reference obvious.

"Randi was still asleep in the same room with John and Sarah. No movement yet." I reported.

Catherine sighed. "Our lives have certainly changed since you woke up Michael. I just hope it's all for the better."

"So do I." I replied. "I should probably tell you about Sandy though."

"Is something wrong?"

"Just don't be surprised if she and Anna aren't speaking to me." I said and then gave her everything.

"I think they'll either get over it or get gone, as Greg used to say." She sighed.

I smiled as I scanned her again, but not too deep. It wasn't like Catherine to sound depressed this early. She was worried about something, but had it well hidden. I could probably scan deeper, but I knew she would tell me when she's ready. So I left it alone for now.

"You mentioned last night that we needed to talk. Are you up for it now?" I asked.

"That's probably a good idea." Catherine said. "Although last night's revelations could affect our plans."

"I think they are slightly longer term." I said.

"Well, we'll see. As you know, I delayed going home until tomorrow evening. I spoke to Liz and she is coming with me. Sarah and Debbie are staying with you all. You are still scheduled to fly to New York on Thursday. As of now, everyone is coming with you. That includes Grace, Natalie, Helen, and Vickie. Wallace has called a meeting of the full board for Friday, so John and Jeff will be coming up for the weekend as well."

"It sounds like Seven Oaks will be full next weekend." I ventured.

"Oh, there will be plenty of room. But it will be nice to have everyone home again." Catherine said.

"Also, I have offered Helen a position as our family nurse. I found out she is very familiar with nutrition and physical therapy and Jeff is scheduled to see his physician in a couple of weeks. Part of her responsibility will be to assist in planning his, and I predict, everyone else's diet and physical training."

"What about Vickie?" I asked.

"For now, Jeff will give her a job at the bank. We've offered her a scholarship to Maryville College, and she was thrilled. But she is not sure what she wants to study.

"After the board meeting, and Harrison's party, we'll need to return to Tennessee. Debbie arranged an appointment for you at Townsend High on Thursday, about transferring. They want to test you to see if you can overcome all the time you missed. This is part of what John says is necessary for your emancipation. Also, we're meeting with the architects on Friday, to begin plans on your new home.

"Don't you mean OUR new home? Or Liz's new home?"

"No. I meant your new home. Again, part of your emancipation. Besides, Seven Oaks will always be home for Liz and I. She has already spoken with the girls, and John is drawing up the paperwork. Once you are approved by the board, you will be buying Liz's property. All 240 acres. John and Sarah and Jeff and Debbie will receive life estates or something like that, to live in their homes for the rest of their lives. But they will actually belong to you. Or to a trust wholly owned and controlled by you. After you receive your emancipation papers."

"Wow!" I didn't think about all that when I first suggested it." I said. I noticed the first faint light of day, false dawn some called it. I breathed in deeply, becoming one with the nature surrounding the balcony, as I contemplated what Catherine had told me.

"I know you didn't. That's why I've decided to help you. When you first told me you were not Michael, I was sad to have lost him too. I was considering whether to just go back to Seven Oaks with Nicky and let you make your way, realizing that I might not be a part of Wagner Industries very much longer." Catherine told me.

"But then I begin to see that you are a very unique young man, and not just for your empathic abilities either. You are a genuinely good man, who has a dream and a mission, both of which appeal to me. And you have shown me that you are mature enough to listen to others who know more than you. And a willingness to take direction. I decided I wanted to be part of what it is you are trying to accomplish, and I believe I have much to offer in getting you on the right path."

"But... ?" I asked.

Catherine sighed again. "The 'but' is I am also torn. You remind me so much of Greg. And the truth is, I miss him. I miss his warm touch and the fullness of his love. In the years before he died, he was not able to be with me often, in the way of love, I mean. So I have missed that for a longer time than you know. And even though it's been many years since I had an active role in planning the future of the company and our family, I found that in doing it again, I really miss his physical attentions. When we went through this before, I was at his side, sharing not only his dreams and plans, but his loving touch as well."

Catherine paused, tears in her eyes. After a moment, she continued. "Michael, I know we have teased each other, with you constantly reminding me that you were older than me and you've been very straightforward in expressing your desire for me. But, I am past teasing now. I am torn because I want you, and despite what you say about your age, you are only sixteen and have so many young girls that want a part of you. I just don't want to fall at the end of your line."

I reached for her hand, which she gave me and gently pulled her on to my lap.

"A line may have a beginning and an end. But what I feel for you, Catherine, is a circle with neither beginning nor end."

Then wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her deeply on the lips, not a friendly kiss, but the most passionate kiss I could. Catherine moaned and pulled away.

"Michael! Someone might see!" She cried.

"Let them!" I said. "Let them see that I love you truly and would give up all the others to be with you."

"You have too much to do to be tied to an old woman." She whispered. "Think of your mission."

"You are a part of that mission Catherine." I told her. "I don't know why, but I am certain that you are a very important to that mission." Then I added, "Besides, I have told you, you're not old and I am going to have you! As soon as you can accept that, you are going to be mine. Heart, soul, and body. And I can't wait to have your body, Catherine. That is not a tease, but a promise!"

For a 52 year old lady, Catherine was in great shape. Her breasts were small and showed very little sign of sagging. Her figure was very petite and decidedly feminine. Her still-flat tummy and slender frame with her womanly hips and gentle curves enflamed my desire. As I held her, Little Mike proved this by the way he responded. And I shifted her around on my lap to let her feel his response.

Spreading her legs to straddle mine, and pulling her back against my chest, I began to fondle her breast and nipple with one hand, as I stroked her pussy with the other. She immediately clasped my hand on her breast and squeezed harder while pinching her uncovered nipple with her other hand. I shifted slightly allowing Little Mike to spring up between her wide spread legs and then using my hand, I pushed my man meat slowly against her temple of pleasure.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt me at the entrance her long un-trespassed treasure palace, sighing as she felt the joy of a live throbbing pulsar against her shivering pussy. She trembled as her long unused love tunnel felt the head of my cock against her clit. I sat still, allowing her to move my cock with her hand, pressing it against her quivering quim in ways to bring herself the most pleasure. She was silent, but her passions churned within, and finally a small groan escaped her lips.

"Oh Michael. What if someone sees us?" she cried. I knew that even if half the camp were to come out on the balcony now, she would not give this up. But to put her fears to rest, I connected to her and showed her a scan. We were the only ones up within 500 yards, except for the kitchen staff, working away busily in the kitchen. That seemed to do it as she forgot all about the others and immersed herself in her masturbation. Luxuriating in the long forgotten feelings of a man's erection in a place she had not used in years.

"Fuck me Catherine!" I told her. "Fuck my hard cock that wants your beautiful, sexy, little body! Make me cum and let me fill your beautiful pussy with my sperm. Let me make you pregnant again. Say that you'll have my babies Cathy! Make me a daddy again!" Catherine's body writhed at the words, humping her pussy against me like crazy, erratically rotating her pelvis, trying to drive me into her forgotten cavern. But I made sure she couldn't. I would take her, but not now. And not like this. This was for her, to remind her of the thrill, and to show her she was a very desirable woman.

She was lost now, in the memories and emotions of the feelings in her body, long unfelt. The words were from her, she just didn't realize it right now. And just like the others, it was her words that about did me in. I moved my hand to her pussy, and fondled her elongated lips, finding and manipulating her clitoral hood, and the small treasure that had emerged.

"I can't last much longer!" I panted. "Cum for me Cathy. Make me a daddy as I shoot all my baby makers deep in your womb!"

My hand was a gentle blur as I rubbed her clit. Her moans, while almost a whisper, were continuous.

She came in a long shuddering climax. Waves of pleasure rippling through her body, touching the far corners of her soul with tingling, trembling, flutters of pleasure. From her toes, to the sensitive tendons I now kissed on her neck, the flurry of excitement expanded throughout her body. And then she felt it! The heat of my passion as I exploded, shooting my cum all over her tummy, the tremors of my cannon firing shot after shot of warm man-juice creating aftershocks of pulsing passions against her clit all over again.

We sat there, with me just holding her in my arms, until finally, I sensed others were beginning to stir, and the ranch begin awakening to a new day.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I whispered in her ear.

"Ha. You're definitely not a Wagner if you offer to pay for what you can have for free!" She said laughing. "Besides, they're not thoughts, but memories."

"Old memories?" I asked softly.

"No. New ones." She said smiling. "I cannot remember ever feeling loved like that. Thank you, Michael."

"You're welcome. Tell me, do your new memories include being discovered with a pussy all covered in my cum?" I teased. "If not, they may soon. Anna's on her way."

She squeaked. It was the first time I had ever heard her do that, but she squeaked. And then jumped to her feet, grapping her crotch and running to the restroom.

I used the napkins from our early morning tea to wipe up as best I could, then returning our empty cups to the kitchen, I got Catherine some more tea, and myself a fresh cup of coffee and made my way to a table to wait.

"I hope breakfast will be ready soon, I'm starved." I thought.



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Chapter 75


Catherine had rejoined me when Anna arrived with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Good morning, Anna. You're up early this morning." said Catherine

"Good morning Catherine. Michael." She said with a still sleepy voice.

"You sound troubled." Catherine told her.

She sighed. "I didn't sleep much last night."

"Is Sandy alright?" I asked.

"She's in no physical pain, if that's what you're asking. You didn't hurt her physically." She said. He voice tinged with anger.

"OK Doctor! Out with it. Why are you angry with my grandson this morning?" Catherine's ire was apparent as she went into her matriarch protective mode.

"I guess I'm just upset because Sandy is so upset."

"And what, pray tell, did Michael have to do with that?"

"He was there. He caused it!"

"So let me get this straight. A naked twenty two year old female leads a naked sixteen year old boy to a dark and deserted beach behind the Pavilion late at night, and then gets upset enough to try to rape him when he refuses to have sex with her and you're upset with him?" Catherine recapped.

"I don't think that's the whole story. He had to have done something to her to make her like that. He was messing with her mind!"

Catherine paused long enough that Anna finally looked up at her. Then she asked, "Did you tell her?"

Anna didn't respond at first. Finally she said, "No. I couldn't bring myself to."

"When will her mom and dad be back?"

"Sometime today."

"Doctor Carter. Anna. You've been with Michael for more than a week. In all that time, did he ever give you any indication that he would play with your emotions? Even though you are right and he could do so easily, has he taken advantage of you or anyone else?"

"No. But..."

"Was he right in refusing to take a chance on impregnating her?"

"Well yes. But he could have handled it better."

"How should he have handled it better?"

"I don't know. He just should have!"

Catherine didn't respond. Instead she turned to me and said, "Michael, would you get me some more tea, please?" Then to Anna, "More coffee dear?"

Anna nodded and handed me her cup. I stood to go get their tea and coffee and Catherine said, "And Michael? It isn't polite to eavesdrop." She warned me.

"Yes ma'am." I said.

"It may not be polite, but they will just have to find a way to live with it." I thought.

"We will discuss THAT later!" Catherine thought back.

"No Catherine. THAT is not something open for discussion. Period."

"Michael. I will not..."

I stopped and turned to face her. "Catherine. Listen to me very carefully. Neither you nor anyone else will ever tell me how I am 'allowed' to use my powers. Is that understood young lady?" I said out loud.

Catherine could feel my resolve, and while it irritated her to be countermanded, there was also a tiny thrill that ran through her. She actually liked it when I stood up for something I believed in. I watched as she quickly decided it was a battle she probably wouldn't win right now and so she let it go and moved on.

"I understand. I'm sorry Michael. I keep forgetting you are older and wiser than I am." She said contritely.

I smiled. "Catherine, you are a beautiful liar. I just watched your whole thought process. You and I both know I'm only older."

Anna watched us apprehensively.

Catherine said. "Anna, what you just saw was the depths of Michael's convictions. Despite what he claims, he is older and wiser than both of us. Why did you ask him to dance with Sandy?"

"Because I thought it would make her feel better."

"And knowing how he can't resist helping someone, did you think he wouldn't try to help?"

"I was hoping he would, I guess."

"Do you think that if Michael thought sex would have helped her last night, he would have given her the ride of her young life?

"Yes"

"So why didn't he?"

Anna was quiet so I left to get their drinks. I still monitored them, but they said nothing while I was gone.

When I returned, Anna stood and said, "I'm sorry. I know Catherine's right. And that you were only trying to help her. I realize I was acting a little over-protective, but it was just this week that I found out she was my sister, and she doesn't know and I couldn't tell her last night. I just need to work this out."

They were silent as I debated, but as with every other decision, I had never kept anything from them. So I told them.

"Anna. It has been ordained. Sandy will father a great nation. But not yet. Soon, when the time is right, she will come to me and we will have a son together. And he will lead us to a better future."

They both looked at me in surprise. I shrugged. "Don't ask. That's what I was given. And it came after I went to bed last night."

"I don't think I should tell her this." Anna said with a slight grin.

"She already knows. It was revealed to all three of us last night at the same time. Help her get to her doctor and make sure she is ok, but no birth control, because the time is approaching quickly."

"She knows?"

"If she's like me, she will realize the truth as she wakes up this morning. When Grace gets back, the three of us will need to sit down together and work out the details." I said.

"Grace too?" Catherine asked.

"I think so. I'm making a couple of assumptions based on previous experience. But I couldn't tell you why."

"I need to go check on Sandy and get the guest umbrellas in the office delivered to the cabins. Thank you Catherine. And you too Michael. "Anna said. " I'm sorry I doubted you."

"Forget it. You need help with the umbrellas?"

"I think I can handle it. I just have to get them started on it. I'll see you all in a little while." She said as she left.

Catherine and I sat quietly, before she asked, "Do you have any ideas where this is all coming from? Or where it's leading? It just all seems so surreal to me"

"I have no idea. But it's no more surreal than what happened to Grandfather or is happening to me now. That there is a higher power at work here I have no doubt. Unless I miss my guess, Sandy and I aren't the only ones that will receive an unexplained a guidance." I said.

Catherine looked at me and arched a brow.

"I don't know who or what. I just got the impression that more of their plan was revealed last night to others besides Sandy and I."

"Well, we'll just go on like we were then, and wait and see. You have said your mission was important, and if what you said this morning comes true, then it seems to fit together some way. I'll be blast if I can see how yet. I wish you could contact your Old One."

"It will all be revealed in due time." I said with assurance I didn't quite feel.



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Chapter 76


Sarah and Randi and Debbie arrived. Even this early and drenched, Randi was actually glowing and looked as beautiful as I had ever seen her.

"You three are up early." I noted as they joined us.

"I had promised Mom we would talk with Randi this morning about what happened last night. It was one of the conditions Randi agreed to. "Sarah said.

"Well, she's on her way." I told them. I had scanned and Liz was leaving the Lodge as we spoke.

"And how did you enjoy the dance?" I asked Debbie.

"It was ok. I missed Jeff." Debbie said. "But having a live band was fun. I understand they'll be back tonight. You and Mom were fantastic! I think I'll be there for your lesson."

"Did you enjoy it Randi?" Catherine asked.

"Oh yes! The whole evening was wonderful!" Randi said as she blushed.

"Good morning everyone!" Liz said as she joined us. "My, my. Catherine. You look positively radiant this morning! What has you looking so satisfied this early?

Catherine blushed deeply, and bowed her head. "Michael and I were just talking about the farm."

"Well, I think Michael and I need to discuss the farm very soon, if that's the result!" Liz said gaily.

I was suddenly feeling embarrassed also, so I asked, "Can I get you something Liz?"

"I think I'll have whatever you gave Catherine!" Liz giggled.

I rose and stopped directly in front of Liz and pulled her to her feet. Then wrapping her in my arms, I dipped her to the side, and kissed her deeply. Then straightening her, I helped her sit and said "I also got her tea. Would that be alright with you?"

Liz, her eyes glazed over, just nodded. I went for her tea. Sarah and Debbie were smiling at their mom knowingly.

When I returned with her tea, Catherine was telling them, " ... and it happened so fast, I hardly knew it what to think. And then I couldn't think at all. I haven't felt like that in years! It was so wonderful!"

They all looked up at me, with dreamy eyes. I didn't have to read them to know that Catherine had told them at least some of what happened.

"I definitely need to talk to Michael about the farm!" Liz announced. "Soon!"

Everyone laughed. "As you wish." I bowed as I placed her tea in front of her.

Liz placed her arm to her forehead and faked a swoon. "Be still my heart!" She cried. Everyone laughed again.

"It's too early in the morning to be quoting Gilbert and Sullivan, Mom!" said Debbie.

"You're right of course." Said Liz. "Still, I would like to, er, talk with Michael."

"Right after breakfast." She added. Everyone giggled.

"In my room!" She added again. Everyone giggled again.

"Ah ... about the farm!" She added once more. Everyone laughed now.

"As you wish!" I stated again, bowing my head to her. Now everyone was laughing. Except Liz, who had a hungry gleam in her eyes.

Finally Liz said seriously. "I wanted to speak with Sarah and Randi this morning about last night." They all got quiet now. "Randi, sweetheart. Are you ok this morning?"

Randi blushed deeply and sighed. "Oh yeah!"

"Was it what you thought it would be like?" Liz asked.

"It was so much better, Grandmother!" Randi gushed.

"Good! A young lady's first time should be a fond memory." Liz told her. "Now, I want to make sure that you understand that this was a one-time thing. What your father did, he did because he loves you. Your mother allowed you to share her husband, because she loves you too. And her sacrifice must not go unappreciated by you."

Randi turned to her mom and taking her hand, looked in her eyes and said, "Thank you so much momma. For sharing Daddy with me. I know it was only for this one time, but I'll always cherish the memory." Then she leaned forward and kissed her mom on the cheek.

Sarah grabbed her and hugged her, crying. "You are welcome, Baby!" and then, "I love you so much!"

"I know momma. I know." Randi said through her tears.

"Randi, I believe you've handled this with grace and maturity, but I must ask you. I know you love your father, but after last night, do you think you are in love with him too?" Liz asked softly.

"Oh Grandmother. I have always loved Daddy, and I always will. I think I was in love with him for a little while last night, he was so gentle and caring. But, after watching Daddy make love to momma this morning, I realized I don't love him the way momma does. And that he doesn't love me like he loves mom." Randi said dreamily.

"And to help you not worry, I can tell you that I understand that it was a once in a lifetime thing for me, and I will never forget it. And I understand that, sadly, I can never talk about it with anyone else. But I think that being with Daddy was more about love, and now I want to know more about sex. So I was wondering. Do I still get a turn with Michael?"

This last part she addressed to the adults, but she was looking at me. So I rose again and went to her. And as I had done with Liz, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. She just sighed, then giggled.

"Can I talk with you after Grandmother?" She asked.

"About the farm, too!" she added. Everyone laughed again, and Liz's face got bright red.

"As you wish." I told her. A tingle went through me as the image of Randi and the trailer park that I had received from the Old One, dissolved slowly in front of my eyes.

"I need to ask you something, though. After Mom and Dad finished, I was lying there with them and it seemed like I could think clearer than I ever could, when this idea came to me. I think I would like to study law. International law, I think. Specializing in laws around the world and how they work together. Do you think there's a school for that?"

Catherine and I looked at each other, knowingly. "I'm sure we'll find you something along those lines."

That seemed to satisfy Randi for now. They continued to talk among themselves, giggling and sighing as Randi and Catherine recapped their experiences.

"Why do women always seem to need to discuss intimate moments in such detail with the others?" I wondered.

"Because sadly, women often must live vicariously through other women." Liz thought back to me. "Sometimes, it's all we have." She added sadly.

I reached for her hand. Her sadness was something I could address. So I kissed the back of her proffered hand softly and said, "Liz. Come with me."

I led her out on the balcony, looking for some privacy. Settling in one of the chairs, I pulled her to my lap. Like Catherine, she was petite, and as she sit sideways across my legs, her feet couldn't touch the floor.

I looked into her eyes and said, "I think you are an amazingly attractive woman. Anytime you are ready, just let me know. I really would like to make love to you."

She nodded looking at me sadly.

"Michael. You don't have to do this." She lied. "I'm older than the other's and not nearly so pretty..." she begin.

I cut her off. "I believe you're the same age as Cathy. And you look exactly alike. What makes you think that if I found her so attractive, I wouldn't find you the same way?" I asked.

"But I'm old and..." she started. But I cut her off again.

"I don't want to hear you say it! Or even think it! Look!" I commanded as I moved her back to show her Little Mike's obvious attraction to her.

"Oh-o-o Michael. It's been so long since I've seen one truly angry. And you really are as big as they said!" Liz gushed.

"Liz. Please listen to me. When I read you just now, I sensed that you felt I was saying all this out of sympathy for you. That I was offering you some sort of 'sympathy fuck' is what I saw you were feeling.

"No! I ... ah..." Liz started.

"Remember," I said, "there can be no secrets between us as to what you feel."

"But Michael! It has been so long. And I've looked at you, naked for the last week. I even danced naked with you last night. And I know I'm not as attractive as I used to be, and well I ... I wanted you. I have wanted you since I saw your huge cock when you gave the girls that lesson on men cumming back at Anna's house. I just want to feel a hard cock in my twat again. Oh Michael, it's been so long..."

"And that's my problem, Liz. " I don't think you're ugly. And I don't feel sorry for you. You are still a vibrant, healthy woman, with a sexy attractive body and a marvelous personality. You could have had all the hard cocks you wanted. It's you who's stopping yourself. There are literally thousands of men who would love to be with you. Buy you have to realize that! You have to admit that you are desirable and sexy." I told her.

"And if I led you to believe that I would only fuck you out of sympathy, then I am not the man I want to be. I swear to you I never once even thought it. I guess my timing might not have been the best, because I was aware that you are leaving tomorrow. And even though I know that I will see you again in a few days, I wanted you now because you excited me."

Liz was silent, thinking. Finally she asked, "You really mean that don't you? I mean that you really find me attractive?"

"Oh yeah!" I said simply.

"Oh Michael! You are right of course. I still forget that you can see inside me. I want to believe you. I wish that I could see inside you sometimes. To really know that what you're telling me is true!" She said.

"Your wish is my command!" I answered, and connected her to my heart, pouring out my desire for her so that she could see that it was really true. I let her feel my love and admiration for her, and showed her my desires for her sexy body, and my passion to make love to her.

She was crying softy again in my arms, murmuring over and over, "You really do! You really do want me!"

"And the time will come when it's right for me to take you. But not if you feel it's out of sympathy." I told her.

"Oh Michael! I can see you obviously find me attractive, but I've been alone and afraid for so long. It's hard for me to believe a strong handsome man could still want someone like me."

"Elizabeth, you can see my heart. And when you finally realize that I speak the truth, and that you are a very sexy and desirable woman; then, and only then will I make love to you." I said.

Liz was silent a long time. I followed as she wrestled inside with what she had told herself for a long time, versus what I was telling and showing her now.

Finally, she said, "How did you become so wise? I should be instructing you on matters of the heart. But I know what you're saying is true now. I have seen your heart. And for that, I will always be grateful."

"Thank you Elizabeth. You are one special lady." I said.

"No. Thank you Michael. For showing me something I should have already known." She replied.

I just held her, still sharing my heart with her.



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Chapter 77


Liz and I rejoined the others. All of the girls were there now, including Vickie, who had been spending a lot of her time with Nicky and Randi.

They were discussing our week at the ranch. It felt strange, but the week seemed to have flown by for me. I had just settled in to my chair, wishing I had gotten myself another cup of coffee when Mandy said to her mom, "There he is. Ask him!"

Debbie looked at me and smiled, turning slightly red and asked, "Michael? Can the girls and I speak with you?"

"Of course. Let's step into my office." I stood again indicating the still deserted balcony.

I detoured by the coffee pot and met them out there with my cup of coffee.

"Now. What can I do for you?" I asked Debbie with a playful tone to my voice.

Well, ah..." she stammered a little as she begin. "The girls have decided they want to try, er, having sex with you. Only Candy doesn't want anyone with her. She would like to be alone with you the first time."

"That's ok with me." I said. Then to Candy, "Do you mind if I ask why?"

"I just don't think I would enjoy it with anyone else there and watching. And you can show me how to do it, can't you?"

"I'd be glad to!" I told her with a big smile. Candy smiled back at me but didn't say anything else.

"Are you ok with this?" I asked Debbie.

"I think so." She replied. "You know what I'm worried about."

"Have you discussed it with them?"

"A little, but I'm afraid the concept doesn't come across very well because they have no basis for comparison."

"Ok. That makes sense." I told Debbie. Then I asked, "Do you girls understand what a shallow vagina is?"

"I guess." Said Mandy.

"I think so." Said Candy.

"Do you still have an intact hymen?"

They both replied in the negative and I saw Debbie's look of surprise.

"After Julie's turn, Jennifer, Candy, and Mandy took care of that small detail with one of Nicky's hairbrush handles." I explained.

"Are you all OK? You didn't rip anything did you?" Debbie asked them. "I mean rip anything that you shouldn't have."

"We're fine mom! Mine hardly hurt at all, not like when..." she hesitated. "But Candy bled a little." Mandy said.

"Ok. Well you've probably noticed since we've been here that the male penis comes in all shapes and sizes. That is true for the female vagina as well. And your mom has an unusually shallow one, and she's worried that one or both of you may have inherited that particular trait. Do either of you know why she's worried?"

They shook their heads.

"Because most guys don't know what a shallow vagina is or how to make love without hurting a woman who does have one. Did you notice the other night when I had my dick in your mom's pussy, I never put it all the way in. The reason is, when I got part way, I was touching the back, on her cervix. If I do it right, it can feel pretty good. But if I push too far, it very painful. That's why you mom is worried. There's no way to know this without trying sex for yourself. And your mom, knowing hers is very shallow, and that sex can be very painful, has been worried about your first times. Does that make sense to you?"

"I understand the idea, but I still don't see how your thingy gonna fit at all!" Mandy said.

"Yeah. It already looks too big to fit inside me." Said Candy.

I just looked at Debbie. She arched both eyebrows, her eyes wide and sighed. "I don't know what to do."

"I guess a little show and tell is in order. Can we use your room?" I asked Debbie.

"Of course. Do you want me to come too?" Debbie asked.

"Absolutely. I will definitely need your help." I said as I headed for the lodge.

I stopped by the group still at the breakfast table and asked, "I need a volunteer for a sex demonstration. Would one of you young ladies be willing to help us out?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at me before Jennifer jumped up saying, "Anything to do with you and sex is right up my alley!"

Everyone else laughed and started asking questions, but I cut them off. "Not right now. Come on Jenny."

"Is he serious? What kind of demonstration? Can we watch too" I heard Vickie ask.

We grabbed umbrellas that were on the porch and walked through the steady rain up the hill to the Lodge and Debbie's bedroom. Surprisingly, Jenny didn't ask any questions. She just clung to my arm. I could feel her motor purring, as she considered the possibilities.

"Ok. Jenny, you and Debbie lay side by side on the bed. Candy, you and Mandy get to make Little Mike hard." I said when we got to Debbie's room.

"Little Mike?" The asked together.

"Do you mean you're thingy?" Mandy asked.

I laughed. Debbie was grinning. Jenny was the one who explained.

"My mom told me that if you're old enough to handle a man's cock, then you're too old to call it a thingy."

"Some guys referred to their penis by a name, Sweetheart." Debbie added.

"Why?" asked Mandy.

"Because it usually sounds a little less vulgar. Kind of like you referring to your vagina as your coochie." Debbie said. "And some guys swear their penis has a mind of its own, and it starts thinking for the guy when it sees a pretty girl."

"It has a brain?" Mandy said confused.

"No honey. It's just that some men, especially young men, quit thinking clearly when they get sexually stimulated. This means that they just think only about pleasing themselves and forget all about their partner's needs. It's commonly referred to as thinking with your cock." Debbie patiently explained.

"Oh. Ok then. So you want us to make Little Mike get hard?" Mandy asked. Then looking at my partially aroused cock, she asked, "How do we do it?"

"Here, let me show you." Said Jenny as she jumped off the bed and knelt in front of my chair. She then proceeded to show Candy and Mandy what Sarah had shown her. I was stiff as a board in no time.

"Thank you!" I told Jenny and she went back to lie on the bed.

"Jenny, I was trying to explain to Candy and Mandy about shallow vaginas. They were having a hard time understanding, so I thought I'd show them first. Do you mind if I slip Little Mike in your coochie for a minute?" I asked.

Jenny got a huge grin on her face as she nodded and spread her legs wide.

"Are you wet?" I asked her.

"I'm getting there!" she said as she rubbed her pussy.

"Here, let me." And I lowered my lips to her pussy, and slowly begin licking between the folds.

Jenny moaned. She was so wet she was almost dripping.

"Liar!" I laughed pulling my face away. "You were already wet!"

"I know! I just like you to lick me!" she giggled.

"Does it really feel good?" Candy whispered.

"Not as good as when he puts his, ah, Little Mike in me!" Jenny replied. And then groaned as I slid him in her tight pussy. I took my time, maybe even a little longer than necessary, to avoid scaring the twins.

I sat up on my haunches, pulling Jenny back to me so the girls could see my cock was almost fully buried in her tight pussy. I lightly ran the pad of my thumb over her prominent clit as I spoke.

"Girls, as you can see, Jenny is smaller than your mom, but I can slid my cock all the way in. And if she bends a certain way, I can rub the back of her vagina or cervix. Now. Let's try your mom."

"Aw-w-w-w..." Jenny cried as I pulled out.

I shifted to between Debbie's legs.

"I'm afraid I'm not very wet either." She purred.

"And I know you're lying too!" I said as I dove into her snatch. I remembered that Debbie liked soft and gentle touches, so I played with her gently with my tongue for a few moments then pulled away.

She groaned her disappointment. Candy didn't need to ask if her mom liked having her pussy licked.

Still on my haunches, I pulled Debbie onto my hard cock. She used her pelvic muscles to try to get it in faster, but again I just eased. Finally I touched her cervix and she winced.

"As you can see, I only have part of my dick in her pussy and I have already hit bottom. Now most women are like Jenny, but some are like your mom. However, most guys are ignorant, and so they want to slam their cocks all the way in until their pelvic bones touches yours. You can see now why your mom is worried for you. She doesn't want you to be in any unnecessary pain. Now do you understand?

"Yeah. But how do we find out?"

"We can check it right now if you want." I said. "But we're going to do it a little different." I said pulling out of Debbie. She had been squeezing me the whole time I was talking to the twins, and now she groaned as I pulled out.

"Different how?" Mandy asked.

"I'm gonna lay on my back, and you can straddle me and lower yourself down on Little Mike. That way, you are in control the whole way." I said lying in the center of the bed.

"Good idea Michael." Debbie said. Then to the twins, "Ok. Who's first?"

"Let Mandy go first." Candy said hesitantly.

"Ok sweetie, hop up on Michael, and straddle him with your legs on each side of his hips." Debbie instructed. Mandy did as she was told, and her pussy was below my balls, so her mom had her scoot up until her lips were sliding along the length of my shaft as she moved her hips back and forth. I lay still and let her experiment, my shaft growing wetter from her juices. Finally Debbie told her how to cock her hips a little and then using her hand, she guided my cock between her daughters' lips and into her virgin hole.

It took all my will power to remain still for Mandy. God! Was she tight! And it seemed to take her forever to ease the head of my cock in. Mandy was chirping. "Oo, Oo, Oo" and then "ah, ah, ah."

Finally she said, "Oh god! It's like huge!"

"Does it hurt?" Candy quickly asked.

"Full! It feels so full! I LOVE IT!" Mandy screamed.

I quickly tied Candy, Debbie, and Jenny into Mandy's emotions. "Oh my God! You Do! It's really good!" Candy exclaimed, kneeling beside me on the bed and hugging her sister.

"I touched Debbie's hand beside me. She had closed her eyes and was waiting to feel her daughter's pain. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I nodded toward our union. Mandy's clit was now rubbing my pubic bone. She had taken my entire length!

"Oh Sweetheart. I'm so glad!" Debbie said hugging Mandy. It broke Mandy's rhythm and she stopped. Then looking at where my pubic hairs meshed with hers she cried, "I did it! I took it all! And it's great, Candy!"

I had only planned to let her see how far it would go, then let Candy try. But there was no way I was getting her off my rod, so I let her keep bouncing.

Debbie giggled and thought to me, "You almost didn't get ME off of that earlier, so I doubt you could blast HER off even with dynamite!"

"I just know I wouldn't want to be the one that had to tell her to stop right now. Besides, she has her mother's talent for squeezing me with her pussy." I thought back.

Mandy was not there. I scanned her, but her emotions were so intense, there were no thoughts or anything coherent I could read. So I moved a little, but mainly just let her do what felt good. Very soon, she began to cum, her O-o's and Ah's got louder, until she suddenly went silent, and clinched her vaginal muscles tightly. It wasn't so much erotic as it just plain hurt; I grimaced, but held my tongue. Mandy didn't even know I was there. She never actually stopped, just getting very slow, before she started again.

"I think you've created a monster." Debbie thought to me. I could sense her relief that Mandy would never have to deal with it. And I could feel the concern she still had for Candy.

Jenny was lying on my hand, grinding her pussy against it, like she did last weekend at Anna's house, and I could tell she was enjoying all the sexual energy. She seemed to feed on it.

But Candy was a different story. I could feel her desire, but it was nowhere as intense as Mandy or Jenny. She was on her knees behind Jenny, staring at her sister and slowly playing with her own pussy and dreading having to mount me when Mandy finished.

She was ready for sex, but not an audience. So her natural shyness was making the thought of being intimate in front of anyone else bad for her.

Debbie, on my other side, was lazily rubbing me, Mandy, and herself as she watched, so I clued her in to Candy's feelings. "Don't worry." I thought to her. "I'll make a date with her for later this evening, alone."

Mandy continued to ride and to moan, louder this time. She was tight, but I was in no danger of cumming. Jenny was still grinding her pussy against my hand, two of my fingers inside her wet box. But she had slowed. "I can tell she's not going to make you cum. Can I try to after she's through?" Jenny thought to me.

"Don't expect me to last very long if you do. You really turn me on!" I thought back to her.

A few minutes later, Mandy stiffened, becoming silent and still, before collapsing on my chest. I slid her off between her mother and I. Finally she opened her eyes and looked up at her mom and said, "That was like, double wow! And it didn't hurt at all! I can't believe I was scared! Oh Can, it's fantastic! You gotta try it. You'll love it!"

I looked at Candy. She was tempted, but the shyness was there, and I knew it would eventually ruin her first time, so I said, "Candy, Jenny has asked if she could finish me off. If it's alright with you, I'd like to rest a little then maybe you and I could get together without the United Nations here, and continue what we've started. I was hoping maybe you might spend the night with me."

Relief flooded through her. Debbie was still connected and could sense it with me. She smiled. "Come on girls, let's go get you cleaned up and Mandy can tell us all about it." Then looking at my still hard cock, she asked, "Jenny, would you mind taking care of that for me?"

Jenny was on top of me before she finished asking.

Debbie laughed."You owe me one!" she thought.

"I always pay my debts! With interest!" I replied as she closed the door behind them.

I turned my focus to Jenny.

Of all my cousins, she evoked the most feelings in me. So as I scanned her, I was surprised to see confusion. But her emotions were way too jumbled for me to understand. So I did what most guys do.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"When you fucked me yesterday, you didn't cum in me. And I want to feel you cum inside me."

She stopped talking to grind her pussy against me and sighed.

"But now that I've got you in me, I remembered how good it felt. I think this way may feel even better, but I'd have to try the other way again before I'll know for sure. So I don't want you to cum yet, 'cause I don't want it to end." Then she moaned.

Now I was confused. So again, I just did what most guys do and ignored it and began to pick up the pace, thrusting up to meet her, as I caressed her body lightly. She leaned forward changing the angle of penetration, so I latched my lips to her elongated nipple and bit lightly. She shuddered as a small climax went through her, so I took that moment to roll us over, my hard cock still buried in her.

"Fuck me Michael! Cum in my pussy. It's never had cum in it!" For some reason, her words really lit my fuse. I abandoned my connection with Jenny and began to pound her pussy.

"Oh my god! Don't stop!" she screamed at me. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I didn't. I had been on my back, being stimulated for almost an hour, so I wasn't going to last long. Soon, I felt the serge beginning deep in my groin.

"Ugh ... I'm ... cumming, Jenny!" I yelled.

"Fuck me Michael! ... Agh-ah-h-gh. I can fe-e-eel it!"

I remember rolling to my side before I dozed off.



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Chapter 78


There was a knock on the door. I sensed Julie.

"Come in."

Seeing Jenny still curled in my arms, she sniffed the air.

"Bitch!" she said to Jenny. But she was smiling as she said it. "How did you sneak in front of me? It was supposed to be my turn next, you know."

Jenny just smiled right back. "You snooze, you lose!" she retorted. "Besides, you have a boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Julie retorted.

"Sure looked like it at the dance last night."

"Well he's not." Julie said again.

"Whoa." I said.

"But she started it!" said Jenny.

Julie stuck out her tongue at Jenny.

"Now then," I asked, "What brings you knocking on my door at the crack of noon?"

"It's the Kapaemala's. They've invited you to lunch."

"What time?" I asked.

"Whenever you get there, they said." Julie told me.

"Where?"

"In the Dining Hall." She replied. She paused, and then said, "Michael?"

"Yes?"

"What's going on?" she asked.

What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, when Jason asked me to ask you, he said that we, he and I, weren't invited."

"What did Jason say about it?" I asked.

"He didn't know why." She said.

"Has Jason told you where he's from?" I asked her.

"He said they live on an island in the Pacific. I think his mom is somebody important there. They've been coming to the ranch every summer for several years." Julie said.

"Has Jason said anything about his father?"

"Gerald is not his father, if that's what you're asking. His father is not around, but I'm not sure if they're divorced or he died. Jason didn't say and I didn't pry." Julie supplied.

"Ok. Thanks." I said.

"Michael? What's going on?" She whined.

"Well, if we're going to find out, I guess I'll have to meet with them. And before I can do that, I've got to have a shower." I told her as I left for the communal showers.

Catherine was busy talking to Liz when I entered the communal bath, and they both blew me a kiss, before continuing their very lively discussion. I didn't bother reading them. I'm sure I didn't want to know.

I went to the other end, to give them some privacy, and jumped in the shower.

"I sure hope they plan to feed me. I'm starved!" I thought to myself. Then scanning for Anna, I located her in her room on the phone.

"Anna?" I thought to her.

"Just a minute Michael. I'm on the phone." Anna thought back.

I continued my shower, waiting on Anna. Finally, she hung up.

"Hey pretty lady." I thought with a small boy's voice.

"Cut that out Michael!" Anna said, and then giggled, "Unless you're willing to come to my room and say it to my face!" She laughed and continued on, "I want to thank you for what you did and didn't do for Sandy last night, Michael. You were right. When she woke up this morning, she was much clearer about things. She just feels bad now, about how she treated you. And she's anxious to apologize in person. She didn't say anything about what we discussed, but I could see a difference in her."

"And you are welcome. I'm looking for information. Anything you can get me on the Kapaemala's. They are currently guests here."

"What are you looking for? And why?" She asked.

"Anything you can find." I Said. "They've ask me to join them for lunch. I met them for the first time last night, when Julie introduced me. Gerald is posing as husband and father, but is neither. Kalani is a real princess, as are her two daughters. Jason, who spent most of yesterday with Julie, is her son, but seems disconnected somehow. I scanned them, but ran into a problem with the translation. I can only sense emotions, and the thoughts that go with them. They seem to be pretty good at hiding theirs, and what I got came with a language I don't understand. But I sense something, and the more I know, the better I can deal with the issue."

"Are you in danger?" Anna asked, sounding worried.

"I don't think so. I didn't get that kind of vibes. I'm pretty sure they're not hostile. I just don't want to get scammed..." I replied.

"Ok. I'll check it out, and let you know." She said. "When and where are you meeting them?"

"In the Dining Hall in five minutes. So when you find something, just think of me." I told her. "And Anna, please be careful. They are definitely hiding something."

"I will Michael." Anna said. "And Michael. You be very careful too!"

I returned my toiletries to my room and headed for the Dining Hall to meet my fate.



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Chapter 79


Gerald rose when I approached their table and offered me his chair, directly across from Kalani. I stopped three feet from the table and bowed, my hands in front of me, then stood waiting for her permission to be seated. Kalani nodded so I sit in the offered chair, never taking my eyes from her.

There was a brief flicker of surprise on Gerald's face, as he asked, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

"Milk would be good." I replied.

"Very well." He said as he turned to leave.

"Good morning Michael." Kalani said softly.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Good morning Princesses." I replied to the three women, as I focused my scan on Kalani.

"Thank you for indulging us." She said.

The native language of their thoughts and emotions, made it doubly hard to find anything out, but I sensed no danger. I smiled and nodded, but said nothing, waiting on Kalani.

"This is our forth summer attending to this beautiful ranch. We enjoy to come here because of the contrast in climate it offers. It is quite different than our home."

"And where is home?" I asked as Gerald returned with a tray loaded with every selection from the lunch counter. He turned and left, but stood just out of earshot, facing Kalani and watching my every move.

"We live on a small island, in the southern Pacific Ocean. It is called Tapato. The closest island that most Kalaki's know is Tahiti. But the flight from our island to Tahiti is still longer than it takes to fly from here to Los Angeles."

"Kalaki's?"

"I'm sorry. It is our word for foreigners. Those that do not live on Tapato. Kalani supplied.

Looking at Mikeya, I said, "Please tell me more of your home. I'll bet it's beautiful."

"Oh it is! And much warmer than here. It rains every day, but usually only briefly. That is good, No?" Mikeya said.

I smiled, encouraging her to go on. Her speech and accent were tinged with a French flavor, which added to her exotic beauty.

"Our home has a mountain, but not so sized as yours." Mikeya offered.

"Large. Our mountain is not as large as these." Corrected Ileana.

"Yes. But the view from the top is very much." Mikeya said.

"Far." corrected Ileana again.

"I apologize for my poor knowing of your language." Mikeya said. "I must study more."

I smiled as held out my hand to Mikeya, my eyes never leaving her eyes. She slowly placed her small hand in mine and I held it gently and said, "Mikeya, I have seen your heart, and I know that the words are not so important. It is more the feeling, the emotions that rush through your soul, as you stand upon your mountain top and view your world. Yes?"

"Oh yes!" Mikeya gushed.

"I too have a mountain I love to stand on and view my world. If you'd like, I will share that view with you."

"Is it very far away?" Mikeya asked as she looked at her mother, wanting permission to go.

"It's right here Mikeya." And I shared my memory of the view at sunrise, then the view from yesterday. She closed her eyes and said. "Oh! It is so ... far. And the sunrise, no? It is so lovely!"

Her mom and sister looked at her in confusion, so I shared my memory with them as well. Kalani closed her eyes as I shared my memory, and then opened them quickly as she realized what I was doing.

"How do you... ?" She started. Then looking at me closely, she smiled. "I forget. You are Pele Solakanali. The son of Solakanali."

"It is a lovely view. I would love to see it with my eyes. Is it near?" Ileana

"It is not far by horseback. Do you ride?" I asked the girls.

"Oh yes. We have ridden the horses many times when we come to the ranch. Mother, may we ride the horses to see this beautiful place for ourselves?" Ileana asked.

"We'll see." Kalani said. "But now I must speak with Michael. Would you excuse us, please?" She asked them. They rose and departed, but only out to the balcony over the lake.

Kalani waited until they were out the doors then said, "We, my daughters and I, we have a very special request to make of you, but I must explain our customs to you first, and I beg your indulgence. Please?" Kalani asked softly.

"On Tapato, I am known as Queen. But when we travel abroad, I use the title of Princess, if a mantle is necessary. My mother was queen before me, and my grandmother before her. My linage goes back seven generations. We are a small nation of almost 4,000 peoples, located just east of the archipelago of islands you call French Polynesia. Our main exports are fruits, vanilla, and our famous Tapato Black Pearls."

"We live a somewhat primitive lifestyle, with little in the way of western comforts. We wear garments rarely and then usually just for important events or if we are entertaining visitors. That is why we keep returning to this ranch each year. It allows us to live more like we do at home. We do have a modern hospital, an airport, and a progressive teaching school, first established by the French, and then later supported by the British and finally, since the war, by the Americans." She said.

"Many of our young men died fighting the Japanese during the war. Since then, many have chosen to leave our island, for greater opportunities and modern comforts, and so now Tapato is slowly dwindling in population. Because of my long lineage, my daughters are related to most of the eligible young men left on the island."

"When I was sixteen, my mother took me to Europe. There, it was arranged and I was mated to a man who fathered Mikeya. We were never married. His family business was rewarded with certain trade concessions for his efforts. After Mikeya was born, and my obligation to the monarchy achieved, I met a young American who was teaching at the school. He stayed with us for two years, but my mother forbid our marrying. However, he fathered Ileana and Jason before he returned to his home in America. I lost touch with him, although I heard later he had wed an American and started a family."

I could feel the sadness in her, as I sat quietly, waiting for her to go on.

"As my mother did before me, I have been searching for the right man to father our future queen. Mikeya will one day rule in my place, but she must first bear a female child, who will then rule after her. And if she cannot, the burden falls to Ileana." She stated.

"When you were presented by your cousin; and I must say she is a beautiful creature, and I can see why my Jason is taken with her. But when you were presented, I felt a connection that I have never felt before. Mikeya felt it too. Then you said you had spoken with Solakanali, who is the guardian spirit of our island and its people, so I decided to call the Ratu. But when you spoke in my mind, I knew." Kalani paused, then drawing a large breath, continued.

"There is a prophesy on our island that one day, Pele Solakanali would father a child that would rule with peace and prosperity and return our people to their former glory. I used the time last night to consult with my advisors and they have concurred with my thoughts." Kalani looked into my eyes, and drew a quick breath. Then before her courage could falter, she said,

"Michael. We would like you to be the father of our future Queen"



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Chapter 80


" ... We would like you to be the father of our future Queen."

The words echoed in my ears. I had read her and suspected something unusual was coming, but not this. It took a moment to register in my brain what Queen Kalani was asking of me. I could see Mikeya and Ileana looking through the doorway, and sensed their apprehension as they waited on my reply.

Finally I thought to her, tying Mikeya and Ileana into my thoughts, "Your Majesty, Princess Mikeya, Princess Ileana. I am both honored and humbled by your request. Might I have some time to consider it fully and to speak with my Grandmother?"

"Of course!" She thought back to me. I could sense Kalani was relived. She was impressed with my maturity. I think she had feared I might react in a typical American adolescent fashion and want to fuck her daughter right in the Dining Hall. I also think I earned some brownie points for consulting my grandmother. After all, they are a matriarchal society.

Mikeya was disappointed on having to wait on an answer. But she too, appreciated that I hadn't embarrassed them with a crass or vulgar reply.

Ileana just seemed impatient to get laid. I could not read through the mixed languages of her emotions very well. And I wondered why she was thinking this might be her chance to finally get to laid. But I could clearly sense her teenage hormones were raging.

Kalani looked to see the girls were still at the door and motioned for them to rejoin us.

I quickly located Catherine in her room talking to Liz as they packed to fly home later. I tapped her mental shoulder and thought, "Houston, we have a problem!" Quoting from the future movie about Apollo 13's mishap, that had occurred last year (April, 1970).

"What is it Michael? Are you alright?" Catherine immediately thought.

"Uh ... I think you should join me in the Dining Hall. Pronto! Bring Anna if possible. When you arrive, the woman I am with is an actual monarch, so you might tell Anna to bring her best set of manners. See you soon, I hope!"

"While I wait on my grandmother to arrive, I have request, if I may?" I asked the Queen.

"Your grandmother is coming? You know this?" She asked.

"Yes. She was in her room at the Lodge, but she should be here soon. I asked her to bring my chief of security, Dr. Carter, who is also my head trauma doctor." I said.

"I am afraid I do not understand. How... ?" Kalani said.

Taking their connection, I tied the three of them into my connection to Catherine, and tapped her mental shoulder again. "I can see you're on the way, Grandmother, but please slow down. The rain is making the trail slick. The issue is important, but not urgent."

"Can you tell me what's going on Michael?"

"Nothing bad, in fact just the opposite! I just feel you should know and help me evaluate it. I'll fill you in after I introduce you to the Queen."

"The Queen! You're serious? I thought you were joking! I'm not dressed to meet royalty!" Catherine cried.

All three Princesses laughed! "Please Michael" Kalani said. "Stop with the titles. Tell her that if she's dressed as we are, she will be just fine!"

"You heard that?" I asked laughing.

"Michael Wagner, this had better be good!" she threatened but I could tell she didn't really mean it.

Then the Princesses started talking at once, to each other mostly, but occasionally to me without waiting for an answer. It was that thing that girls could do, that even with my gift, I couldn't begin to fathom. So I sat quietly, waiting.

As Catherine and Anna entered the Dining Hall and made a beeline towards us, I stood and the Princesses became quiet. I looked a question at Anna, but she shook her head. She had not heard anything back yet.

When they arrived I said, "Your Majesty, may I present my grandmother, Mrs. Catherine Wagner, Chief Executive Officer of Wagner Industries. And Doctor Anna Carter, my very good friend, Chief of Security, and noted Head Trauma specialist. Dr. Carter is also the owner of Twin Springs Ranch, and your hostess.

"Grandmother, Anna. May I present Her Royal Majesty, Queen Kalani of the Island nation of Tapato. And her daughters, Princess Mikeya, Heir to the Throne, and Princess Ileana."

Queen Kalani had stood in the American custom, and before Catherine and Anna could feel uncomfortable with how to greet royalty while naked, she extended her hand.

"It is I who am honored to meet the grandmother of such a remarkable young man." Kalani said addressing Catherine. Then turning to Anna she said. "And that he calls you friend is all I need, to know that you are a very special lady."

Kalani asked them to be seated, and when they had, she said, "I am sorry I am so ill equipped to entertain. I was not prepared to hold court while so far away and on holiday. Please forgive me."

"Leave it to Michael to try and hold court at a nudist camp!" Anna said with a laugh. They all laughed with her.

Kalani had slipped into her royal diplomat role as she sensed negotiations coming. "Again, I am sorry to have pulled you away from your holiday plans, but I have made a request of Michael, and not knowing your customs, I have no idea how we should proceed." She said.

"It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty." Catherine said formally. "I too, was not prepared for Michael to hold court. But why don't we start at the beginning?" Catherine suggested. "Michael?"

I knew what Catherine wanted, so I connected to all five of them and begin to replay the events of our meeting last night, and then today. I played it at a Catherine's usual speed, knowing that the Princesses had already heard it.

"Oh my!" exclaimed Catherine when I finished. Anna just looked at me and then the Princess with a smug grin on her face. "It's a good thing he's a hypersexual sixteen year old!" she thought.

Kalani raised her eyebrow. "What is this ... hypersexual sixteen year old?" she asked Anna.

Anna blushed and looked at me evilly. If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty. It is an inside joke, but not necessarily a professional diagnosis."

"So Michael is using his ... er ... gift to play tricks?" Kalani said with a sly smile.

Now I blushed. "Maybe we should just stick to the topic." I stated.

"Your Majesty, May I..." Catherine started to ask before Kalani interrupted her.

"Catherine, while we are here and discussing things of a ... family nature ... Please call me Kalani!" she asked.

"Very well, Kalani. Just what do you know about Michael?" Catherine asked.

"Only what Michael showed you and what my son said his cousin had to say about him.

Catherine looked at me.

"Julie. Her son is the young man who was sketching Julie yesterday out on the balcony." I replied to her unasked question.

"Oh! That's your son?" Catherine asked.

"My youngest. Jason is 15, Ileana is 16, and Mikeya is 17." Kalani said.

"Well, let me tell you about Michael." Catherine begin.

"Oh no! May I be excused?" I asked, standing up as if to leave.

"Sit down Michael." Then to Kalani, "Michael was in a car accident seven weeks ago. He suffered a concussion that left him in a coma, along with two broken wrists, and some lacerations. His parents, my only son and his wife, died in the same accident. Michael's twin sister, Nicole, fortunately, was not with them. They were all visiting family in Tennessee at the time, so Michael was taken to the local hospital. When he woke from the coma, five weeks later, he had no memory of his parents or me or any other parts of his previous life, and still doesn't. Dr. Carter here is a head trauma specialist, and can give you more details if you desire."

"While in the hospital, he barely survived an assassination attempt. A doctor, hired by the same group that caused the car accident, tried to give him a lethal injection. Anna got Michael out of the hospital and brought him here, along with our family, to hide out until the threat could be dealt with. Earlier this week, we were able to deal with the assassins, and now part of the family is returning home tomorrow. Michael and the others are staying until Thursday."

Catherine paused and looked at me, smiling.

"When Michael woke up, with his memory gone, he discovered he had a gift. It is very special and unique and we have gone to considerable pains not to let anyone else know what he can do." Catherine said, looking at me.

"For some reason, he has decided to share the knowledge of that gift with you, not to boast, but to help you better understand the situation. This is tantamount to making you honorary members of our family, and proves to me, he has examined your hearts and deemed you worthy. This is just one of the many remarkable things he has done lately."

"He has helped almost every member of our family, in some very amazing ways, not to mention many others he has come in contact with. Before the accident, my grandson was selfish and self-centered. Since he woke up, I have been delighted to find he is a loving and caring young man, who would do just about anything to help someone else. He is strong, kind, and gentle. He is wise beyond his years and more mature than many men twice his age. I am proud of the man he is becoming, and I feel you could not have picked a better, more loving young man to be the father of your future generations." Catherine stated proudly.

I was shocked at Catherine's response. I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent, blushing at Catherine's praise.

Anna spoke up. "When I first met Michael, I was carrying a heavy emotional burden. I had been dealing with it unsuccessfully for many years. Using his gift, Michael recognized my problem and helped me deal with it, and now I am happier than I have been in years. This is even more remarkable given I am twice his age, and supposed to be taking care of him. I agree with Catherine that I have never met a more unselfish and open young man. And I know he would be an excellent choice to help you too!"

Now I was really embarrassed, but I looked at Anna and smiled.

"I love you!" I thought to her. She just smiled.

"Just for the record, not only is he kind and good, but in a few weeks, he will become the head of one of the largest privately owned corporations in the US. And one of the richest young men in America." Catherine stated.

"We had no indications of those things. I can assure you that we are not after financial reward." Kalani said.

"I hope you can understand why we look very closely at the motivations behind any arrangements Michael may become involved with." Catherine stated.

"Certainly! I am, how you say ... blown away, by his credentials and your endorsements. Let me say once more, we ask for no financial considerations. In fact, I was prepared to negotiate with you how much we would have to compensate him and his family."

There was silence. Both of the matriarchs looked at each other, then at me.

Finally Catherine said "I am aware that Michael has looked into your hearts, in his own special way. And he has given me no indication he has seen anything other than the truth as you have spoken it. He has also let me know that he is willing to help you."

"Thank you." Kalani said softly, looking at me.

"And speaking for Michael, I can say we seek no financial or other compensation." Catherine said.

"Oh." Kalani said. Then she paused to ponder before finally saying, "Since there is nothing you seek, I'm unsure how we should proceed from here."

"I realize it may not be normal not to seek gain when the opportunity arises, but then Michael is not your normal, everyday young man either!" Catherine replied.

"No, he's most definitely a very special young man! With penchant for helping people, it sounds like." Kalani said. "If you'll excuse me a moment." Then she turned and spoke quietly with Mikeya and Ileana. After their whispered conversation, she turned to me and spoke formally.

"Michael. On behalf of Mikeya, Ileana, and the people of Tapato, we would like to formally request that you become the father of our future Queen." Then she quickly added "Please

Catherine looked at me and asked, "Michael?"

"You know I'll help them. But because of the language barrier, I'm not certain Mikeya understands what she's asking." I thought to Catherine.

Catherine didn't respond, but I could see her thinking hard on my dilemma. Finally she looked to the two Princesses. "Which one of you young ladies is Mikeya?" Catherine asked.

Mikeya slowly raised her small hand.

"Have you ever been with a man, Mikeya?"

Mikeya shook her head no.

"Have you ever kissed a man?" Catherine asked.

Again the head shake, adding a small "Not yet." And a nervous smile.

"Then perhaps that is where we should start!" Catherine told them.

"Michael." The single word from her was an order, so I stood looking at Kalani, waiting.

Kalani nodded her approval without a word.

Only then did I turn and look at Mikeya. Her eyes were wide, and she licked her lips nervously. I offered my hand, and taking it she rose. I looked at her, awaiting her permission.

Finally, she nodded, and I pulled her to me and kissed her gently on the lips.

"That is usually referred to as a friendly kiss. A little more than you would greet a friend or relative with, but not an invitation to go home with you." I told her.

Then I kissed her again, squeezing her hands gently and moving my lips on hers. It was a bit longer kiss, and when we broke, she sighed. "That kiss says I want to see you again."

I stepped back, still holding both her hands, and looked at her. She was pink from the top of her breasts to her hairline. Her bronze skin glistening in the natural light that filled the room. Catherine was poised, but I could sense her excitement.

Kalani, on the other hand was nervous. Mikeya was her baby, and although she had groomed her for this for 17 years, now that the time was finally here, she was no longer Queen, but just mom. And feeling a typical mother's amalgamation of feelings. Joy and sadness, anticipation and fear, all rolled together in her daughter's excitement. Mikeya sensed this, but was too wrapped up in what was happening to pay it any attention.

Ileana licked her lips. I could sense her libido was doing summersaults at the idea of all this. And I had figured out she was a romantic at heart, so maybe this whole thing of her sister kissing a stranger, touched an erotic nerve somehow.

"Are you ready for the next one?" I asked Mikeya.

Mikeya nodded her head up and down. "Oh Yes!" she whispered eagerly.

I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and crushing her hard brown nipples to my bare chest. She shivered as I took one hand and gently lifted her chin, and then slowly placed my lips on hers. I was not in a hurry as I moved my lips over hers. I darted my tongue between her them, running it over her teeth and pulled back waiting. Then again, this time my tongue finding and tickling the tip of her tongue with mine.

I shared my feelings of desire with her empathically, and rubbed a very erect Little Mike slowly against her flat tummy. Then running my tongue through her lips once more, I played with her tongue and it darted all around. This time as I withdrew, her tiny tongue followed mine, not wanting to give up it playmate, so I caught it gently between my teeth and tickled the tip with mine, then releasing her tongue tip, I followed it back into her mouth. The kiss had been going for several minutes when we finally parted, a small whine escaping her lips, before she looked anxiously at her mother to see if she was in trouble.

Kalani was over her fear. She sat mesmerized, her own pussy quivering at the sight of her well kissed daughter, and longing for her own innocent first kiss again.

Ileana sat there unconsciously chewing on the back of her clenched hand, the other in her lap between her tightly closed legs. This was one turned on little princess! You'd almost think she was the one that was going to be mated!

Mikeya stood holding my hands and looking at me, wondering what was next, and reveling in anticipation.

I kept Mikeya's hands in mine, as I turned to face Kalani.

"Your Royal Highness. If I meet with Mikeya's approval, and yours, I will do that which you ask." I said solemnly. "But with two provisions."

Kalani looked at me intently, preparing once more to bargain for her daughters' virginities and the future of the monarchy on Tapato.

Mikeya looked apprehensive, not knowing what to expect.

"First, you will allow me to become a contributor to your nation and its people, by allowing me to use my efforts and abilities, within the limits of my time and resources, to help your people."

Kalani was stunned. This was not what she expected. Her amazement showed on her face as she tried to regain her composure. Finally she asked, "And the second provision?"

"If any offspring are produced, my children will have full knowledge of me and access to me at all times. And every summer, you will bring them here to be with me for at least two weeks."

Now Kalani was floored! She studied my words, looking for deception, but could find none.

"That's it? That's all you request? To help my people and to be a part of your children's lives?" She asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty." I bowed. "For it is I who have been honored by your choice this day."

And then turning to Mikeya, I said. "Princess Mikeya, I have said that I will do this thing, and in so doing, honor the spirits of my mountain, but only with your consent. The decision now is entirely yours, and I humbly await your command."

"Oh Pele Solakanali. Thank you." Whispered an emotional Queen Kalani softly.

I turned to leave, then stopped, and said. "If you so choose this course, then tomorrow morning, I will accompany you to the top of my mountain, that I may share with the spirits there, your blessings of beauty and grace."

Without looking to her mother, Mikeya rose then to her full stature, her royal heritage obvious, and only adding to her beauty, as she spoke.

"I, Princess Mikeya, Heir to the throne of Tapato, do hereby accept your provisions, on behalf of my sister, and myself. I humbly ask that we delay our journey to meet your gods, for a day, in order to make ready the ceremony. Ileana and I would like our own family present for this, and our new family as well, if they would attend us. And I would like the ceremony to take place in the small glade with the vista that you shared with us."

I smiled and bowed low to her, "As you wish, my Princess. But reluctantly. For I shall die a thousand small deaths for each moment that passes, until I hold you in my arms once more."

I turned back to the door and left the Dining Hall to the excited chatter of five females planning a ceremony, which based on the level of excitement, you would think was actually a wedding.



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Chapter 81


I was sitting in one of the oversized leather sofas in the great room of the Lodge, thinking of Grace. I had been feeling for several minutes like I could almost sense her. And I was so intently focused on trying to make the ever-so-slight sense come in clearer that I didn't even know Catherine was there until she spoke.

"I still can't get over how interesting my life has become since you woke up!" Catherine said with a laugh as she sat down next to me.

"Oh! And I found out who Ratu is."

"Ratu? Oh yeah. That's who Kalani said she consulted last night!" I remembered.

"Ok. Who is Ratu?"

"In England, she would be called the Queen Mother. But for our purposes, she is my counterpart. She should arrive in Pueblo late tonight."

"Catherine, you are getting too much fun out of this! You are feeding me small bits of information instead of just telling me outright like usual. And you have effectively blocked me from reading you, so I know you're hiding something. Please, just tell me. I have been experimenting, and I think I can sense Grace from here. I almost had it when you came in and I want to get back to it before it goes away." I whined.

"That's ok Michael. We can talk later. If you are able to reach Natalie, tell good luck tonight for me and that I'll see them tomorrow. And tell her and Grace to bring shoes they can wear to the weddings."

She had taken several steps toward the door before her words registered, and I reacted by blasting her with my scan. It shredded her new shield, and caused her to stagger, before sitting heavily on the chair she was passing.

I was up on my feet and rushing to her before she had barely sat down. I swept her up in my arms and hugged her tightly. The tears flowed from my eyes.

"Catherine! Are you alright? Please! I'm sorry! Are you OK?" I cried. I scanned her but there was nothing there.

I realized two things in the blink of an eye. First, that Catherine had become the most important person in in the world to me. And second, I had no idea how I could survive without her. The thought of losing her, had never even crossed my mind. And losing her to something I had caused, made me feel even worse, if that was possible.

"SARAH!" I mentally screamed. "Come quick! It's Catherine. I've hurt her!"

"Michael? Where are you?

" ... the Lodge..." I managed through my tears.

John arrived with Sarah and took her limp body from my arms, laying her on the couch. Sarah went straight to her and began checking her vital signs. Candy stood looking, and then taking my hand, guided me to a nearby chair. I felt like I could hardly breathe.

Sarah told Mandy, "Run get my bag. It's in the floor of the closet on your right."

"She's breathing Ok. Her pulse is elevated. Her pupils are dilated a little, and she has no signs of external injury." She recited her voice a monotone.

Then to me she said, "Michael? What happened?"

"I'm ... I'm not sure. She was teasing me about a wedding, and she had her shield up so I couldn't read her. And as she went to leave, my mind was on reaching Grace when I suddenly reacted to something she said by scanning her, but it was a really intense scan! And then she dropped to the chair. Oh what have I done?" I started crying again.

"Michael?" came a very weak voice in my head.

I dived to the floor beside the couch and grabbed her hand. "Catherine?"

"I'm here Sweetheart. I feel like I was stunned by one of those ray guns on that space show on TV." She thought with a feeble smile.

"Can you hear her Michael?" Sarah asked.

I immediately connected everyone around us and replayed her thoughts.

"Catherine? Can you open your eyes?" Sarah asked.

Catherine's eye's fluttered.

"Can you wiggle your fingers?"

She squeezed my hand.

"My head hurts!" she said out loud. "Could someone get me some aspirin?"

"Not just yet. Let's give it a few minutes to make sure nothing else is wrong, and see if we can figure out what happened. OK?" Sarah replied.

"I think I know what happened. Can I sit up? This is not a very comfortable position, and it may help my head." Catherine asked.

I helped her to sit up as Candy had gone to her room for a pillow and Mandy returned with Sarah's bag.

I was sitting beside Catherine, holding her hand as Sarah checked her out.

Finally she said, "I can't find anything wrong. But I think you should have Anna check you out."

"I'll be fine. Michael can let her look inside after I quit feeling so woozy and my head stops pounding." Catherine said.

Then looking at me, she asked, "Are you OK?"

"No. I'm still in shock. I thought I'd killed you or maimed you badly. I'm now too scared to use my powers, for fear of hurting you again, or one of the others." I told her.

"Nonsense Michael! You wouldn't quit driving just because you had an accident. You just learn to be more careful." She said seriously. "Besides, now I really know you." She added cryptically.

"We'll discuss that later. Alone." She thought to me.

"What wedding?" Candy asked.

"Are you referring to Michael's weddings?" asked Anna as she walked in with an emergency medical kit under her arm.

"What's that?" Mandy asked.

"I knew Sarah was with Catherine, so I ran to the office for the big emergency pack. It's got most everything for a field injury." Anna replied. Then to Sarah, "How is she?"

"She was accidently hit by a very intense scan from Michael. She says it feels like she was stunned, but now just a headache. Her vitals are slightly elevated, but no visible signs of injury. She says you can have Michael look inside once her head quits hurting."

"Why did you scan her so hard Michael?" Anna asked me.

"I'm afraid it was my fault. Michael was deep in thought, trying to connect with Grace. I started to tease him, and when I finally said something to grab his attention, he was in the middle of some very intense efforts and transferred his thoughts to me without first turning down the power." Catherine explained.

"Did you lose consciousness at any time?" Anna asked her.

"I don't think so. As I said, I felt stunned and unable to move, but I knew what was going on around me. I just couldn't seem to respond for a few minutes." Anna said.

"Just take it easy. I want to check you out thoroughly in the morning."

"Will somebody tell me what's going on? You said weddings plural. What is going on?" Candy said exasperatedly.

"Anna. I haven't told him yet." Catherine said softly.

"Oh. Oh!" Anna said. "This is rich!"

"Grandmother?" Nicky shrieked from the door as she ran to her grandmother's side. "What's wrong? You're so pale!" she added in a rush. She had Vickie and the rest of the girls with her.

"She's going to be alright. She was overwhelmed by one of Michael's scans." Sarah told her.

"Michael? What did you do? Why did you hurt her?" Nicky was torn between anger and fear.

"It was an accident Nicky. I didn't even know I could do that. I'm so sorry. I feel horrible and it breaks my heart to think I hurt her." I said as tears came to my eyes again.

All of the girls were gathered around Nicky and Catherine, trying to ask questions at once. Vickie remained silent, watching me.

Finally Catherine said, "Nicky. It was an accident, sweetheart. When I came in he was using all his power to try and read Grace in Tennessee. I started teasing him while he had all his energy focused on reaching her. And when I distracted him, he switched his scan to me without being able to turn down the power so to speak. So he ended up scanning me with all the power that he had focused on reaching Grace. It just stunned me for a moment. I'll be fine when Sarah lets me have some aspirin."

"You were trying to feel someone in Tennessee? That's over a thousand miles away!" Vickie thought to me in awe.

"Anna was about to tell us about the weddings." Candy said.

"Weddings? Who all is getting married?" asked Julie.

Then looking at me, Anna said, "I guess congratulations are in order Michael. On Monday, you'll be a married man. Twice!"

There was silence for a moment as the words sank in. Then pandemonium broke out with six teenage girls asking a million questions all at the same time.

I groaned. "Twice? What have I gotten myself into?" I thought.

"Shit!" I felt from Vickie above the emotional roar of the girls.

It took John's deep voice yelling "ENOUGH!" above the din to begin to bring order to the assemblage. "If you all will quiet down, I'm sure Aunt Catherine will answer all your questions.

As the girls quieted down, Anna asked Catherine, "Do you want to explain, or should I?"

"Why don't you do it? I'm still a little woozy." she said.

"OK. Well, it seems that Julie's boyfriend..."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Julie interrupted. " ... Yet"

"Julie's friend then, is the son of the queen of a small island nation in the South Pacific. And he has two older sisters. Their culture is matriarchal and their monarchy passes from mother to daughter. When the daughter is old enough, she is bred to the best male they can find, until she produces a daughter, who will eventually become queen. If there are multiple daughters, each are bred until a female heir and a second heir are produced." Anna said.

"Bred?" Jenny asked.

"Yes. Theirs is a matrilineal culture where women generally rule, and titles and property pass from mother to daughter. Also, like a lot of Polynesian cultures, they practice polygyny as a way to increase the population. But sometimes, things like war can wipe out a lot of the males, and so leaders will look outside of their culture for strong males that they can breed with to introduce new genetic characteristics into the culture."

"The Queen and her mother realized that getting a suitable mate to move to their culture would probably not be practicable. The differences are too great. So they are seeking someone outside their culture to father children, which is why they have been coming to America every year for the last four years. The Queen has been looking for the right male to breed her daughters with."

"Oh!" said Jenny.

"And it seems that when Julie introduced Michael to her 'not yet' boyfriend's family, it sparked some kind of spiritual connection with both of the Princesses. They then placed an overseas call back home yesterday and the Ratu, or the queen's mother, has decided to come meet Michael. She'll be here in the morning."

"Then on Monday, both families will go up on the mountain and there will be a ceremony that will make Michael a citizen of their nation and a member of the royal family, where he will then be formally tasked with the job of helping the princesses produce heirs. The Princesses will then stay with Michael until they are officially confirmed as pregnant, and then go home to give birth."

"Wait!" I said suddenly, standing as I did. "I didn't agree to take both of them. Did I?"

"Sit down sweetie. It will be alright. That's what I was teasing you about. I realized down at the Dining Hall you didn't understand all of what you were getting yourself into. And if I had thought it would be bad for you, or you couldn't handle it, I would have said something. But they need this Michael. And you can do it." Catherine said consolingly.

"We would help if we could, but I don't think this is something we can do." Laughed Sarah.

"Ah, I wouldn't be too sure, Sarah. I've already told Catherine they can stay with us for a while." John told her.

Before Sarah could say anything, Catherine said, "And as of now, Michael is off limits to everyone. There will be no more sex for Michael until after he's been with the Princesses. Does everyone understand?"

There was a general course of groans and a 'boo' from Julie. "I knew I should have gone with them this morning!" she complained. Everyone else chuckled. Then Sarah added, "I should have too, it sounds like." Everyone laughed at that.

No one but me noticed Candy run from the room. I could feel her tears. I tied her quickly to Catherine and thought, "I'm sorry to disobey you Catherine. But I made a prior commitment and I will not break it."

Catherine looked at me and nodded.

I quickly tapped Debbie's emotional shoulder and replayed my thoughts. "Debbie, I think Candy needs you. Would you tell her I will still be with her tonight?" I thought.

"Oh." Thought Debbie. "I missed that. I'll take care of it right now. Thank you Michael for being so sensitive to her needs." She left to find Candy.

"What's polygyny?" asked Mandy.

"It's the practice of one man with multiple wives." Said Anna. "The idea is that one male can produce more children with multiple females."

"Will they both become Mrs. Wagner?" Jennifer asked.

Anna looked at John.

"Technically no." said her dad. "In the first place, on Tapato, the man usually takes the woman's family name. Secondly, Tapato ceremonial unions are not recognized as official marriages in the United States. In order to be official, Michael would have to get a marriage license and have the ceremony officiated by a licensed minister or Justice of the Peace. In this case, the princesses will have no legal claim to Michael and Michael will have no legal obligations to the Princesses; however, he will have certain rights pertaining to the children."

"So he's really not getting married?" Jennifer pressed.

"Marriage is not about a piece of paper. Jennifer." Her dad told her. "It is symbolic of the joining between two, or in this case, three people. Usually it involves both intimacy and sex. But it also is symbolic of shared responsibilities. For having and raising children and providing for their well-being. And in a broader sense, it's symbolic of what Michael has agreed to do in fathering an heir to the throne. Essentially his joining with them is helping to save an entire nation, which because of circumstances beyond its control, is slowly dying."

"Then this is just another example of my brother doing something wonderful to help a bunch of other people, just like Rose and Eve and their village, isn't it?" Nicky asked looking at me with pride.

"I guess that sums it up. It seems he just can't help himself when it comes to helping others." John said.

"Tell them about his provisions." Catherine told Anna.

"Oh yeah! I forgot. They were going to pay him for his ... er ... services. But Michael said no. However, he gave them two provisions, which they have agreed to and Catherine had John draft the document." Anna said. "It would probably be better if John explained it."

"It's pretty simple really. First Michael will be allowed to become a contributor to their nation and its people, by allowing him to use his efforts and abilities, within the limits of his time and resources, to help the people of Tapato."

"That's the reason for the part of the ceremony making him an honorary citizen." Added Anna.

John continued, "The second provision says that if any offspring are produced, the children will have full knowledge of and access to Michael at all times. And every summer, they will bring them here to be with Michael for at least two weeks, at Michael's expense."

I smiled and nodded to John for the small addition at the end.

Sarah had given Catherine aspirin out of the emergency pack, and she was sitting up next to me. She seemed to be feeling better, but I was still hesitant to scan her. She took my hand and squeezed it saying, "I am incredibly proud of Michael. And I want him to know that the family is behind him in this. After getting to know Kalani, Mikeya, and Ileana, I want to help them as well. Tomorrow, the Ratu will arrive. I'm asking each of you to help me make their family feel as welcome as possible, and I hope each of you will support Michael and take part in the ceremony."

"Does this mean you and Dad are not going home?" Julie asked.

"Plans change sometimes, and this seems more important right now. So as of now, we're all planning to fly to New York with Catherine on Thursday. It looks like your summer vacation just got extended." John said.

There was bedlam again. Milder than before, but bedlam all the same as the girls got excited about going to New York. Shopping was the most often mention endeavor.

"Should we tell them about the party?" I said out loud to Catherine. Then kissed her cheek and said "I'm hungry, so I'm going to eat. Will you join me?"

"NO!" they all cried.

"She has to tell us about the party!" said Randi.

"Then I guess you'll just have to come with us!" I said walking Catherine to the door.

There was a scramble to catch up. And fortunately for me, they had switched from ceremony mode to party mode. And their shopping lists just got longer as they queried Catherine about the party while we ate.



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Chapter 82


I sat at the end of the group of tables, watching as shopping trips and wardrobes were planned for the upcoming party. I had an empty chair next to me for Candy when she came down.

"Nicky?"I thought. "Would you do me two favors?"

"Of course!" she thought back. "I'll be available to screw your brains out in just a few minutes. That is one of the favors, right?"

"Better make it three favors then!" I thought back.

"God! I love you!" Nicky gushed. "OK. What are the other two?"

"Would you make sure Vickie has everything she needs for the party and all? At my expense. Only don't tell her it's me. Ok?"

"I was already doing that, but thanks for thinking of it. You are wonderful!" Nicky replied. "What else?"

"Is there a spa or something like that that fixes your hair, paints your nails and all that stuff near our home in Long Island?"

"Of course. What color are you thinking of having your nails done?" she quipped and giggled in her mind.

"Would you call them and reserve it for 16 full treatments for next Saturday morning. Rent the whole place for the day if necessary, and make sure everyone is taken care of."

"I'll try, but you really should have Grace do it." Nicky thought back.

"Damn! I should have thought of that! You're a doll. Thanks sis!" I thought lovingly.

"That's Ok. Have her come to me when she gets back for the details." Nicky said. "You'll need security."

"Thanks sis. You're the best!"

"Is that you Michael? Are you here?" Grace's voice was suddenly in my head. Because we were connected, Nicky heard her too.

"Grace! You're back! Where are you? We're in the Dining Hall having dinner." Nicky thought excitedly.

"I'm sitting in the bleachers on the football field. They moved the graduation exercises out here because the weather was nice. Natalie just finished and she was great! I'm so proud of her. Now, it's just boring. All these big wigs feel like they have to talk us to death one more time. How are you doing this Michael? I mean from so far away?" Grace asked.

"I don't know. I thought I was sensing you a couple of hours ago..."

"What was I doing?" Grace interrupted quickly. I could feel her blushing.

"Ah, you were ... er ... feeling good!" I teased.

"I ... ah, oh what's the use? You can see everything. I just hope you're happy Mr. Know-it-all! I don't know if I can do this. I mean I go thousands of miles away from you and you still catch me jilling off thinking of you! A person need their privacy Michael, You can't..."

"THAT'S IT!" I suddenly realized, interrupting Grace's rant. I was so excited, I stood up. I don't know where I thought I was going, and realized I must look stupid just standing there. So I went to the drink station to get some more iced tea.

"That's it. Grace. You're angry." I said.

"You're darned right I'm angry! If I'm going to be with you, we've got to work on the privacy issue." She said.

"But anger is an emotion. The greater your emotions, the easier it is too read you. When you got upset just now, you suddenly became clearer." I explained. "And this afternoon when you were, er, enjoying yourself, you were emotional as well. I'll bet that's why I sensed you then!"

"That's great Michael. I'm glad you figured that out. But we have got to do something about my privacy!" Grace thought level headedly.

"Why don't we talk to Catherine when you get back? She has something she does. Maybe she can teach you to do it to."

"Oh! That reminds me. We got Catherine's message about flying back tonight after graduation, but she didn't say why. And what did Nicky want me to do for you?" Grace asked.

"Why don't I just replay it for you?"

"Ok. But they should start calling us up for our diploma's soon." She thought.

"Alright. But remember; try not to visibly react to this." I warned as I started the replay from where I entered the Dining Hall to meet The Kapaemala's.

I felt her flinch when Kalani asked me to father the next Queen. And she almost spoke out loud when I hurt Catherine. When it ended, she remained silent a long time.

Finally she thought to me, "Can you connect Catherine? Quickly?"

I tapped Catherine on her mental should and thought to her, "Excuse me. I have a long distance thought for you from your adopted granddaughter in Tennessee. Will you accept the charges?"

"You did it? You really reached her?" Catherine responded.



"Catherine, this is Grace."

"I know who you are. How are you? Have you graduated yet?"

"They're about to call us up. Michael just replayed the afternoon for me and I just had to hear your voice, or whatever this is! Are you sure you're OK?"

"Yes Sweetheart. I'm fine. I had a headache for an hour, but other than that I'm good as ever. I did experience something I want to share with you when you get back. Did you get my message about flying back tonight?"

"Yes. David and Beth are here with us, and then they are going to take us straight to the airport. I'll see you..."



She was interrupted where she was, then said, "They're calling our row to go up. I love you and we'll see you tomorrow, bright and early. I love you."

"I love you too, Sweetheart. Congratulations and safe travels." Catherine thought.

"Tell Michael I love him too!" She added.

"I think he heard you. Go and graduate!" Catherine said.

I cut the connection and slumped down in my chair. I hadn't realized it, but it had really drained me.

Catherine now stood over me.

"Michael? Are you alright?" she asked concerned.

"I'll be ok in a few minutes. It just really drained me. I guess it was the distance." I said tiredly.

She looked up and waved to Candy. When she arrived Catherine said, "Candy, Michael just figured out how to connect with Grace, even though she's in Tennessee. But the effort seems to have drained him. I would like you to stay with him and take care of him the rest of the evening. Make sure he gets something to eat and drink to replace all the energy he used. I'll relieve you in the morning. OK?"

The smile that lit Candy's face was only slightly less bright than the beacon in the Oak Island Lighthouse. "Yes Ma'am. I'll take very good care of him!" she replied.

When they opened the serving line a few minutes later, Candy wouldn't let me move. Instead she brought me a tray loaded with two servings of everything. "I've got to make sure you keep your strength up for later." She quipped with a big grin.

Sandy came in and sat at a table next to ours. Since she didn't say anything, I wasn't too sure about initiating a conversation, so I just waved. I noticed a few minutes later that Anna went over to sit with her.

"Michael, come sit with us for a minute." Anna invited.

So I moved to an empty chair across from the sisters. I was still unsure about scanning anyone, but finally decided to try. I scanned her lightly and saw she was nervous of what I would say when she apologized about last night. So I quickly spoke first.

"Sandy, if you're going to apologize for anything, make it for being late to dinner. You did nothing wrong last night." I told her

"Oh Michael. I feel so bad about what happened."

"Don't. I told you, it's not necessary."

"But I practically raped you. And you're a minor. You could have called the cops and had me arrested."

"But I did call the cops. Well the CIA anyway. And they just sent me to my room!" I said laughing. Anna laughed too.

"Michael. I need to talk to you about what happened. I want to explain."

"You have been afraid for three years. You decided not to be afraid any more. When you made that decision, all of your pent up frustrations and desire came to the surface and you were overwhelmed and reacted to the stimulus I was providing. How am I doing so far?"

Sandy sat there amazed. "How ... how did you do that?"

Anna placed her hand on Sandy's arm and said, "Sandy, Michael's an Empath. He can read your emotions and any thoughts associated with them. That's how he knew what you were feeling last night. And just now."

"An Empath. Is that like a telepath?" Sandy asked. "He can read my thoughts?"

"Well, it's more like he can read what you're feeling. And since most emotions have motivation or thoughts with them, he reads them too."

"Oh. Then he know about the dream?"

"Only if you recall it with any feeling, like you are right now." I explained.

"So that's how you knew about Pete and my dress and the dance. You felt my memory?"

I nodded.

"Then that's how you knew how bad I felt about what happened and what I wanted to apologize for?"

I nodded again. "That's also why I said you didn't owe me one. I knew last night what you were experiencing. I also knew that you weren't protected and that it wasn't the right time for you to become pregnant. And let me tell you, you had me so turned on. Pushing you away was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I think you are incredibly sexy and I wanted you so bad!"

"Really?" she asked smiling for the first time.

"Yeah. It wasn't until after I went to sleep that I finally understood why. Will you remember your dream and let me scan you while you do? Then I'll tell you about mine."

She did, offering a commentary as she remembered it.

"It started out very romantic, just like last night, and then it got really hot. I mean passionate. As we were, er, doing it, I remember reminding myself that you are six years younger than me. Then it changed and there was a something. Not really a voice or a vision or anything, telling me that it was alright. That it was ordained that I would bear your child and it would be a boy. And that he would become this great leader saving a new world."

I nodded. This was consistent with what I was reading.

"After I felt the whatever, I knew that everything would be alright and I quit worrying about never having had a good lover or anything. Somehow, I knew that it would finally be ok."

"When I woke up this morning, I didn't feel the fear of growing old alone. I knew deep inside you were going to take care of me. That's when I started worrying about what I did to you last night. What if you wouldn't even talk to me and the dream wasn't true. But I told Anna and she said I should just come and talk to you." Sandy said running on. "I must have walked the porch a hundred times before I got enough nerve to come in here tonight. So please, tell me that my dream was not a lie. Tell me that you're not mad at me!"

I stood and walked around the table and taking her hand pulled her to her feet and kissed her with every bit of passion I felt for her. After our lips finally parted, she looked around at my family nervously. They were all staring at my PDA. (Public Display of Affection).

"Sandy, the dream is true. When I return in three weeks, the time will be right. Go to your doctor and get a checkup. Ask them what you should do to get ready. Pre-natal stuff and all. Don't let them put you on contraceptives or anything that could harm our son. You can tell your folks if you want to. They'll know soon enough anyway, but don't speak of the dream to them or anyone else. I will take care of you and our son. I won't be able to stay here, but you will be free to travel with me until it's time for him to be born. I don't know why, but it will be important that he be born here, in the bed he was conceived in."

"Oh my god! I'm really going to be a mother? And you will love us and take care of us? I can't believe it! I'm finally going to be a mother." She rambled.

"Sandy. Your dream is part of a much larger plan for our world, and I have much to do. I have other children to father, but he will be the leader of the next generation. So don't be surprised if he has some of my talents and abilities. We'll have plenty of time to discuss those in detail later. Know too, that I love you and always will."

"Oh Michael!" she cried hugging me. "Thank you for telling me. I was so scared that I would end up all alone. And afraid my life would be wasted out here, never having any real meaning. Thank you!"

"Well somebody talked me into giving dancing lessons, so I need to find my partner and head on over to the Pavilion. Do you think anyone will show up?"

She looked at me coquettishly, "I know of at least one that will. And you had better teach her right!" She said laughing.

"Uh, Sandy. Would you do me a favor?"

"If I can. What do you need?"

"Since I can't legally marry you. And if you would agree to it. I'd like to have a little ceremony when I return, so I could pledge to you, all the things I just told you."

"Oh Michael!" She cried again. This time putting me in a lip lock that made Little Mike come to attention.

"Michael?" Candy said interrupting us.

Sandy heard her and finally let me go. "How am I going to make it for three weeks without you?"

"Michael! Grandmother said to get you to the Pavilion, like now!" Candy said.

"Later?" I asked Sandy over my shoulder as Candy led me away.

She just looked at me with a big smile and winked.



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Chapter 83


When we were outside, Candy squeezed my hand and said, "You do remember that I'm taking care of you tonight, don't you?"

"And you remember that you have to dance the last set with me and see me safely to our room?" I asked in return.

"And why were you kissing Sandy like that?" Candy asked.

"Because you weren't around!" I replied grinning.

She was quiet for a moment, then so softly I almost didn't hear her, she said, "I'm around now."

If I hadn't been reading her, I would never have known how much courage it took for her to overcome her shyness and say that. But realizing it, I stopped outside the Pavilion and pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Deeply and passionately! It was awkward for her at first. She just didn't have that much experience kissing. But it didn't take her long to get the hang of it. Man was she on fire. I picked her up still kissing her and she folded those long coltish legs around my waist. Wow! I almost headed to the Lodge, but instead walked into the Pavilion still kissing her.

When she finally realized where we were, and her grandmother and several of her cousins as well as the band were all staring, she broke the kiss and buried her head in my shoulder.

"Oh Michael. You made me feel so ... I don't know. And now I'm so embarrassed!" Candy said.

"I'd say you were doing a great job taking care of him! But now, I need him to warm up with me." Liz told her granddaughter.

Sheepishly, she unwrapped her long legs as I sit her down. "Hold that thought. OK?" I said.

She looked at me without raising her head and her smile lit up the room. "I don't know how long I can hold it Michael." She said.

Liz chuckled as she led me away. We practiced a few dance moves as the band warmed up. A small crowd begin to gather. Finally Sandy and Anna showed up and got everyone organized. The group lesson was more a show and tell, with Liz and I doing a great deal of showing.

When it was time to start, Sandy went to one of the band's microphone and introduced us, and then Liz and I danced. Sandy had called it an exhibition, but Liz made it a show, with moves and flourishes I had to work to keep up with. Thank god I could read her and anticipate most of them. After the three song set, we retired to a big round of applause. I made sure Liz took several bows before we made our way to the family table.

Pausing long enough to take a few sips of the drink Candy had for me, my dance card was full, mostly with women I had never met. A few of them could dance, but most just wanted to cling. I was amazed at the number of older women that found a way to sneak a grope or two as we danced, and I was having trouble keeping Little Mike under control. Finally the band took a break and I flopped into my seat.

"Please," I told everyone there," you've got to help me. If another woman grabs my dick, I don't know what I'll do!"

They all laughed. But when the next woman approached the table, Nicky and Candy both told them I was taken. I ended up dancing with all the girls at least once and Sandy several times.

When I danced with Sandy, she just clung to me and we swayed without moving too far. "I'm going to miss you. She whispered. I feel like I'm ready for you now."

"I'm not gone yet. And the last time I checked, my tongue still works and you can't get pregnant from it, so don't give up hope yet." I said softly.

"But you have all these ... obligations." She said.

"No buts. I'll work something out." I told her.

We didn't say much more as we finished the dance lost in each other.

Candy had sat quietly all night. But when they announced the last set, she rose and took me by the hand to the dance floor. There she folded herself against me and gently rubbed her small breasts against my chest as we swayed to the music. I could hear her purring, like her mother, softly from time to time. They lower the Pavilion lights for the last set, and in the dim lights I could see she had her eyes closed. I bent down and kissed her cheek and she purred again. I casually scanned her as we danced and noticed the jumbled emotions of this morning were missing. I could have scanned deeper, but frankly, I was too tired. It had been a busy day. So I did it the old fashioned way, I asked.

"You don't seem as nervous as you were this morning." I commented.

"I'm not. When I got upset this afternoon, and Mom came to tell me things would work out, I fell asleep on her lap. And I had this dream. I saw you and I together, with a bunch of kids. Somehow I don't think they were all mine, but they were yours for sure and I was taking care of them and we were together. I woke up feeling that it was real and I believe it is. So I know I'm going to be with you for a long time."

I was silent as I considered her words. I could see that different pieces were beginning to fall into place, but I couldn't see the whole picture yet. I wasn't surprised by Sandy's revelation, I had been there and been forewarned. But Candy's dream caught me by surprise. A very pleasant surprise, but a surprise none the less.

"Do we need to talk?"

"Not yet. My dream was in the future, when I'm older. So for now, I'm going to enjoy getting to know you much better!" Candy told me. "There was one small thing. I told Mom about it, but it didn't make sense to her either, but our house in my dream seemed like it was floating. Weird huh?"

I was lost deep in thought as I pondered what Candy had just revealed, when I heard her small voice.

"Michael?"

"Yes Sweetheart."

"I think I'm ready." She said nervously.

I didn't say anything as I steered us to the edge of the pavilion. It was pouring the rain and I looked around for an umbrella, but there didn't seem to be any.

"Come on! We won't melt." Candy laughed as she pulled me out into the rain. We ran laughing to the Lodge. As we mounted the steps, I stopped and putting my hands under her shoulders and legs, lifted her up and carried her into the Lodge.

"I think it's tradition for me to carry you the rest of the way." I told her.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me giggling.

"That's for the bride and groom, silly. I'm not marrying you." She said as she giggled. "Not yet anyway!" she added.

I carried her straight to the bathrooms and started the shower. I had planned to wash her hair and bathe her like I had the others. But Candy just melted into my arms and resumed our kiss. It was deep, and passionate, but there was something else. I seemed to just lose track of time with her. There was no real rush. It wasn't like we were kissing as a prelude towards something else. It was just the kiss and nothing else. I vaguely recall getting warm in the spray, and then quickly drying her off and then picking her up again, I carried her to my room.

"Michael." We heard Debbie's voice in the dark room as she turned on the bedside lamp.

"Why don't you use my room tonight?" she said.

Candy looked up from our kiss without embarrassment and smiled at her mom.

"Ok. Thank you momma. Good night." She said with a twinkle in her young voice. In that moment, I saw her as a young woman for the first time. And I realized I was falling in love.

"Oh Michael! I think I'm falling in love with you too!" she cried softly in my ear as I carried her down the hall to her mom's room.

The small light next to the bed was the only light on in the room, casting it is a soft glow. There was a tray on the dresser with a bucket of ice, and a couple of cans of Coke and juice along with a bowl of strawberries and some cheese and crackers. There was also a note.

I sat Candy down in front of the dresser, kissing her neck as I said, "It looks like someone has been very thoughtful."

She picked up the note and read it silently.

"It was Mom. She says she hopes it will be as special as I dreamed." Candy said.

For some reason, I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stared over her shoulder, at her face in the mirror. She looked up from the note, her eyes locking on mine, and smiled back at me. Then turning her face to mine, we kissed.

That's what most of the rest of the night was like for me. I will always remember the kiss. It started on the porch and seemed to continue the rest of the night. I dimly remember the shower, and Debbie giving us her room, and the snacks, and the note. But it was the kiss that seemed to sear its way into my heart.

I remember the sound of the rain on the tin roof and her little giggles as she positioned Little Mike to enter her Coochie as she called it. I remember her sigh of relief and satisfaction as she took it all in, and then moving slowly, we continued the kiss. She would shudder occasionally as a small climax rolled through her.

After a while, I rolled over on my back, taking her with me, still impaled on my cock. I thought if she wanted a more active fuck, this would give her the chance to move and experiment like the other girls. But Candy just sighed and resumed kissing me. We fell asleep with her laying on my chest, my cock still imbedded in het twat.

And Candy now firmly embedded in my heart.



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Chapter 84


May 30, 1971 – Sunday

"Candy? Do you want to go horseback riding with your sister and cousins?" Debbie sat beside us on the bed, gently pushing the hair out of her eyes.

"Huh?" she replied trying to wake up. "Uh-huh."

"Then you need to wake up Sweetie. They're all in the bathroom getting ready. I laid out your clothes on your bed."

"Thank you." Candy replied then rolled to me and kissed me. "And thank you too!"

While it wasn't the eternal kiss of last night, we both knew the something special was still there. I could feel myself getting lost in her again and eventually pulled back.

"If we don't stop Candy, I might not let you out of this bed today!" I said.

"Oh, well. I guess I'll get up. But only because I know I'll always be with you." She said smiling.

"Good morning Mom." She said to Debbie. "Thank you for the note. And the flowers. They're lovely."

"Flowers? What flowers?" I thought as I quickly looked around the room. Sure enough, there on the dresser was a vase filled with roses.

Debbie's jaw dropped as she stared at her departing daughter.

"You're ... er, welcome dear." She sputtered.

"Well?" Debbie said to me after Candy scooted off to the bathroom. "Who was that? And what did you do with my daughter?"

I knew what she wanted, but I was in the mood to tease her, so I replied, "What do you mean?"

Debbie lunged at me trying to tickle me. "Oo-o-o! You know what I am talking about. Is she ok?"

"She'll be fine. She's deeper than you or Mandy, and she had no trouble taking all of me. All five times!"

Debbie stopped and sat straight up. "Five times! You fucked my little girl five times? On her first time?"

"Don't get mad. Don't tickle me either." I laughed.

"But I don't understand. Last night she was fourteen. This morning she's twenty one and acting as if you all have been married for years!"

I just shrugged. I don't know why I hesitated telling her what happened to me.

"You'd better tell me what you did to my daughter Michael Wagner! Right this minute!" Debbie said sternly.

"I ... uh, I think I fell in love with her last night." I finally replied.

"You WHAT?" she yelled.

"She told me about her dream, and realizing it was true, I think I fell in love with her. I don't understand it, and I sure can't explain it. But that's what happened. Your daughter has me in the palm of her hand, and she knows it. And, I think it makes her very happy."

"She's too young to fall in love! How could you? You are supposed to protect them!"

"Debbie! Listen to me. I didn't do it. I'm as surprised as you are. But in the last two weeks, my life has been filled by unexplainable surprises. Although this is probably one of the biggest surprises, it is definitely one of the most pleasant. And she has discovered her true self in it. Didn't you notice how peaceful and serene she was? She is one of the lucky few who have discovered their purpose in life, accepted it, and is very happy with it."

"Her purpose in life?"

"Please don't get upset with her Debbie, but she has been chosen, and in her heart has already agreed to stay with me forever, bear some of my children, and take care of all of them."

"I don't understand. Does this have to do with the things you said about the girls and the triplets playing a role in the future?"

"I think so. Over the last two weeks, different things have been, er, revealed. Not only to me, but to Grace and Sandy, and Randi and Candy as well. They seem to revolve around the idea of me fathering a new nation. When Grace and Sandy had their dreams, I was aware of them. But when Randi and Candy had theirs, I knew nothing until I read their memory of them, but they were all alike."

Debbie did not respond. She was thinking hard on something. I scanned her.

"Ah-h-h! So you had one too?" I said.

She nodded. "It looks like more than one Sander's woman is going to be tied to you." She said with a sigh.

Still lying on the bed, I opened my arms to her and she lay down beside me, her head on my shoulder. After a while she asked,

"Did you really fuck her five times?"

I didn't answer. Instead I replayed the evening for her.

"You just keep on surprising me Michael. I could tell when she came a couple of times. Did you?"

I shook my head.

"You took her love and her virginity, yet you didn't even worry about getting your own satisfaction. You are something else! It sounds almost too good to be true. You gave her an ideal first time, and you promised her forever. What more could any girl want?" Debbie mused in amazement.

I remained silent, waiting. I knew she had more to say.

"I didn't really think our dreams were real." She said.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Well, in my dream, I was making love to you and suddenly I knew I was yours. Heart and soul. And I looked down and your dick was buried to the hilt in my pussy and it didn't hurt. I guess I thought it was just an erotic fantasy, because I know that's impossible."

"True. Was I any good?"

"You were superb. You always make me feel so good. Except when you quit too soon, like you did yesterday."

"I seem to recall I owe you."

"Yes. You do!" Debbie replied as she twisted around until her pussy was over my spike. Then she began to grind it against my long pole, sliding back and forth, her labia parting to allow my length to plow her furry furrow.

"Mm-m-m-m..." she moaned, "that's good!"

Then raising herself up, she slotted the head of my locomotive at the entrance to her tunnel and slid down the track until my train hit the back of her caboose. Debbie started gyrating her hips again, grinding away with her coochie on my cock. Being on top, she controlled the speed and depth of my penetration, maximizing the sensations to her ultimate pleasure. I had to force myself not to thrust into her shallow depths, as her exquisite pussy was massaging the part of my cock that was buried in her. I could feel the tip of my cock against her cervix as she rotated her hips. There was a spot there, that every time she got the tip of my cock on it, a sharp thrill would shoot through her. I became very still, reading her and watching as I realized what she was trying to do.

When she finally got my cock positioned directly on the spot, she pushed back, and I suddenly felt something squeeze the head of my cock before she pulled back releasing the exquisite pressure. She kept at it, working the tip slightly into, and then back out of her cervical cavity, allowing that opening to stretch slightly with each attempt. Finally, she gritted her teeth and with one huge thrust, she shoved back on my cock, ramming it through the tiny opening and impaling her cervical cavity with my shaft.

She opened her eyes and stared at the junction of her cunt on my cock. Her clit was touching the base of my shaft for the first time.

"Oh shit! I did it! I took all of you!" She cried.

"Are you ok?" I asked her softly.

"Oh yeah! It feels good. It hurt like hell for a second, but it feels great now!"

"I guess maybe your dream was true after all." I said.

I felt her shudder as a small orgasm rippled through her. It caused my cock to quiver and she shivered again.

"Oh my god! Yes!" Debbie squealed.

She began with small movements, sliding up and back but never letting my cock head come out of her cervix. Her cervical canal was the tighter than anything I had ever experienced, and I could tell the pressure was keeping me from being as hard as I normally was. Since I wasn't in danger of cumming, I focused on Debbie, looking for ways to help her enjoy it more. Mostly, I tried to stay still as she experimented like a virgin her first time. In a way, I guess she was.

After a while, I began to feel like it was becoming more compliant, stretching to accommodate my size and I began to move with her. As I did, she began to chant.

"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh..." She cried. "So good! Ooh ... ooh ... ooh."

I reached for her nipple with my lips and began to nurse.

"It won't be long until I can suck real milk from these." I thought to her. "Will you nurse me when they become swollen with milk?"

She began to shove back faster, and harder. I could sense her peak approaching. I couldn't help it as I began to thrust back at her, and I felt my cock sliding out of her cervical canal only to have her shove it back in. Every time it passed through the tiny opening, she grunted and slammed down harder on me. She was fucking harder than I had thought possible, and her chants had become long groans. This was by far the most erotic fuck I had ever had, and I wanted it to go on forever.

But as with all good things, this too would end. She slid my cock head as far in as she could, grinding her clit on my pubic bone, then with a loud groan, she came! She sat straight up. Clinching my cock deep within her and came again, then with a shudder the aftershock rolled through her and she just collapsed on me.

I just held her as the grip she had on my cock, buried deep in her pussy all the way up into her cervical canal, eased. I was not finished. I was close, and the desire was almost overwhelming, but I knew she couldn't take any more, not buried this deep. So with every ounce of will power I possessed, I struggled to remain still.

I think she must have sensed my dilemma. She opened her eyes and said softly, "Thank you. That was the most incredible fuck in my life!"

Then feeling my still hard cock vibrating deep inside her, quivering on the edge of exploding, she tried to move on me, but winced at the pain.

"I'm sorry. I can't do it anymore." She said.

"Hey! Don't worry about it. I'll be alright."

"Liar! Here let me."

Then sitting up, she slid off me and turned around, as she began laving my cock with her tongue.

Although I didn't recognize it at first, I was about to receive the most fantastic blow job of my life. I couldn't really focus on reading her, the sensations she was causing as she licked and sucked me were too distracting. I don't know if it was because I was already primed, or because of the exquisite feel of my cock sliding down her throat, but it wasn't long until I felt the rumbling deep in my groin and I tried to say, "I'm cum ... ming!" as I shot my load deep down her throat.

She eased her mouth off my cock, her lips sucking my shaft as she pulled back. I could see drops of cum on her mouth so I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, licking the last vestiges of our coupling from her lips.

Then holding her in my arms, we lay there quietly without speaking. Finally, I scanned her and found her lost in the memories of what we had done, hovering on the edge of repose. I held her a few more minutes until I detected the even rhythm of sleep, before easing out of the bed.



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Chapter 85


The skies were clear after yesterday's rain. The air had a nip to it as I ran. The two mile loop to the registration building didn't even leave me winded.

"I'm going to have to expand my work-out a little more when I get home." I thought.

After a quick shower, I headed for the Dining Hall.

Vickie was waiting on me. She and Catherine were talking as I approached.

"Here he is. Why don't you ask him yourself?" Catherine said to her.

"Uh ... I don't know ... uh if I could." She replied shyly.

"Good morning I greeted both of them. I sat down my tray and kissed Catherine on the cheek and turning to Vickie asked,

"Ask me what?"

Vickie averted my gaze and looked at the floor. She was blushing so much that I could see it even with her head bent.

"The poor girl has been here for an hour waiting to talk to you." Catherine said.

"Oh? And to what do I owe the honor?" I asked her.

It took her a moment, but finally she raised her head and said. "I wanted to know if you would teach me." She said.

"Teach you what?" I had read her, but was curious if she could get past her shyness.

"To use my ability the way you do." She said quietly. "And I think I would like a turn." She added burying her face in her hands.

"I can't believe I just asked him to fuck me. I'm so awful!" the thought.

"Vickie, have you asked your mom about this?" I thought to her.

Vickie hesitated a minute, then looked at me as she realized I was not speaking out loud.

"Can Catherine hear us?" Vickie thought back.

"It doesn't really matter. I have absolutely no secrets from her. But no. At this moment she is just wondering what we saying." I told her.

"Yeah, I know. It's just that it's so hard to talk about it in front of her. I mean it's bad enough having to ask you to show me about sex. But having to do it in front of your grandmother is too much." She replied.

"What is she thinking right now?"

"She's sad. No she's ... not really worried, more like concerned about something. Probably because she knows I'm throwing myself at her grandson like a whore."

"But what's she thinking? What thoughts are tied to those emotions?"

She considered for a moment then thought, "I'm not sure. I seem to know what I would be thinking if I were her. But I'm not really sure."

"Watch this." I thought. Then careful to keep Vickie connected, I slowly tapped Catherine's mental shoulder. "Catherine, I'm teaching Vickie how to read people. Could we impose on you for a minute and use you to practice on?"

"Of course. But eat your breakfast as you do. It's getting cold and I worry when you don't eat." Catherine replied.

"Oh! I see now." Vickie squeaked. "She was concerned about you eating. It wasn't about me at all!"

"Exactly. One of the things we have to watch out for is not projecting too much of ourselves into a scan." I said. "Now, I'm going to disconnect Catherine and ask her a question. I want you to focus on what she is feeling. OK?"

"Catherine. How do you feel about Nicky? Just think, don't answer out loud yet."

"I felt love and worry at the same time." Vickie said.

"Correct."

"Catherine, Think about Seven Oaks please."

"I can feel her peace. And her joy."

"Very good!" I praised her. "Now let's work on the thoughts. Every feeling she had, had a thought attached. I'm going to replay them and you see if you can spot them."

I continued to work with her as I ate. Catherine knew what was going on and patiently helped her by keeping her answers simple. It seemed like Vickie was making it harder than it was at first, but then she begin to grasp the idea, and in no time she was soaring.

"Excellent Vickie. Now, let's do one more and then you can rest." I told her. Then turning to Catherine I asked out loud,

"Catherine, how do you feel about me making love to Vickie?"

I hadn't planned to surprise Catherine with the question, but it was obvious I had. But she recovered quickly.

"Michael Wagner. What have I told you about embarrassing me like this? Not to mention this poor girl." She thought. I knew she wasn't really angry, but the difference between her real anger and what she just expressed was subtle. Vickie wasn't nearly experienced enough to grasp the difference, so she was mortified.

"I just wanted to know what you thought Vickie's mother would say." I explained.

"Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? I think Helen would be fine with you making love to Vickie. I not so sure she wouldn't like to try you out herself!" Catherine thought with a twinkle.

"Mom? And Michael? Oh god! I can't believe that" Vickie exclaimed out loud.

"Vickie, we talked about this yesterday. Remember when I was explaining how we were trying to help the girls all discover their own sexuality, and how we were trying to give them a safe environment in which to question and explore?" Catherine asked her.

"Yes. I remember. That's when I thought I might like a chance to be with Michael too. But, I didn't think it was really possible. I mean I've never even kissed a boy. Except once back in seventh grade on a dare. And I've never even thought of discussing this with my mom. I just couldn't."

"Well, I also discussed it with your mom. Since you both are going to be living with us, it makes you family, and you would be exposed to it anyway. So I wanted to explain it to both of you to make sure you were ok with it. But maybe you and I need to discuss it some more?"

"I don't know. Yesterday, I thought I understood. But now, with Michael here and talking about it, I'm not so sure." Vickie replied.

"Vickie?" I said. "I'd like to try an experiment with you if I may. I'd like to show you three different kinds of kisses. Then I'd like to talk about how they made you feel. Ok?"

"S-sure. I guess." She stammered, not very sure at all.

I then showed her the friendly kiss, the loving kiss, and finally the passionate kiss. Her internal thermostat was pegging in the red by the time I ended the third one. Heck! Mine was pretty elevated too! For someone with no experience, she was fantastic!

"Woe be the male to fall under her spell once she has a little experience!" I thought.

"You may be right, Michael. That was one of the hottest kisses I've seen in a long time." Catherine thought back to me.

I could sense she was comparing it to our kiss yesterday morning. And while it wasn't in that league yet, she felt it was getting there. She looked at me with those hungry eyes and blushed.

I turned to Vickie who had calmed down by now.

"Vickie, I want you to think back to what you were feeling as I kissed you. Tell us about how you felt with the first one." I instructed.

"Well, I think I was more nervous than anything. No really scared. I just wasn't sure what to expect. And it was nice. I think I liked it."

"Now. Remember the second one?"

"Yeah. I wasn't afraid like before. I guess I was still nervous. Or maybe anxious would be a better word. I was anxious to see if the second one was as good as the first one."

"And was it?"

"Oh yeah!" It was much better. I couldn't wait for the next one!" Vickie replied, breathing harder as she remembered the kiss.

"Ok. How about the third one? What did you feel?"

"Oh! This is harder to describe. I know that I enjoyed it the most. But it's hard to just tell you what I was feeling." She said.

"While we were kissing, I felt my desire for you increase. I think you are attractive. I enjoy touching you and want to touch you more intimately. I found that you have a wonderful heart and I noticed that your emotions were jumbled. I sensed desire and hesitation. I sensed passion that you had never experienced before, and fear of the unknown. The unknown being where these feeling might lead. And whether you would get hurt. And what your mom would say if she found out. Is that pretty accurate?"

"How ... how did you get all that outta one kiss?" she asked.

"Experience. You'll be able to do it too. And it won't take you as long as you think."

"Wow! You really think I can learn to read all that in just one kiss?"

"Of course! Why don't you read Catherine and me now?" I said as I moved to Catherine's chair. Then pulling her to her feet, I made sure the three of us were connected and kissed Catherine with all my passion.

"You're glowing! I can see it! Oh my god! That's amazing! I've never seen anything like it." Vickie chattered away as I continued to kiss Catherine. Finally, we parted and Catherine sat down with a plop.

"Oh my!" She said as she fanned herself. "I hope I didn't just embarrass myself in front of Vickie." She said to me.

"Oh no! That was beautiful Catherine! Did it look like that when he kissed me?" Vickie asked excitedly.

"Ah ... not quite. Michael and I have a little more history than the two of you." Then to me she asked, "Do understand what she was seeing?"

"You're right, Catherine. There is more between us, and it's probably not fair to Vickie to compare." Then turning to Vickie I said, "You see Vickie, I love Catherine more than any other person on earth. And the glow you saw is called an aura. And while most people can't see them, I find that I usually can. The fact that you saw it too, is another indication of just how rare and special you are."

"Really? You mean other people couldn't see that? I mean it was so bright, I don't see how they couldn't." She exclaimed.

"Tell you what. When a few more folks get here for breakfast, we'll experiment a little more. Ok?"

"Sure. This is all so exciting. I can hardly wait to learn more!"

"Good, now before those folks arrive, how did you feel when you said you couldn't wait to learn more?"

"You mean right then?" That exact moment?" I guess I felt good."

Vickie, I want you to concentrate on what I am about to tell you. In order to read others well, you first have to read yourself. That means you have to be aware and truthful. Do you understand?"

Vickie thought for a long moment. I could see the gears turning. Catherine could read her also as I had never severed the connection.

"Michael. I think she's had enough for today." Catherine thought to me.

"Oh no! I was just remembering everything I had felt this morning with you all. He's right. I need to be more aware of what I'm feeling." Vicki interjected.

"Well, I think Catherine's right. That's about enough for one lesson." I thought to both of them.

"Aw-w-w!" Vickie thought

"Vickie, get Catherine some more tea. Ask her how she likes it and then prepare it and bring it to her." I commanded abruptly, but not harshly, with a thought.

"Certainly!" she thought back. Then she quickly did as she was told.

Catherine raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing. She was shielding her thoughts also. I smiled and winked but remained silent too.

When Vickie came back and handed Catherine her tea, she turned to her seat, but I stopped her.

"Vickie. You will kneel beside her chair. If there is anything she's wants or needs, you will get it for her. I will tell you when you may leave. Do you understand?" I commanded her as gently as I could without losing the effect.

She nodded and knelt beside Catherine's chair.

"Very Good!" I said to her.

She smiled a big smile and looked to Catherine. "Can I get you something else?"

"No Dear. Thank you" was her reply as she looked her question at me.

I had been scanning Vickie the entire time and was not surprised at what I found.

"Vickie, you may return to your seat now. That was the last of your lessons for today and it's over. You did great by-the-way." I smiled at her.

Kneeling there, she was hesitant to rise, and a little sadden that she could no longer serve Catherine.

"Can you tell us how you felt from the time I asked you to get Catherine's tea?"

She remained kneeling beside Catherine as she thought it through. Finally she said, "I enjoyed that, didn't I? It made me feel safe to do that for you, and it felt good to do it for Catherine. Then, when you said to kneel and serve her, a thrill ran through me and I was very happy. But I am not sure exactly why."

"Vickie, would you refill my coffee cup, please? Black is fine."

"Do you really want the coffee, or is this another test? Because if it is, I'm disappointed that you asked instead of telling me what to do." Vickie said then went for my coffee.

"I hope you know what you're doing, because this one is out of my league." Catherine thought to me.

"I hope he does too!" thought Vickie.

"Anna?" I thought to her. I knew she was at the main house, but didn't scan her to see what she was doing.

"Sh-h-h. Not now. Daddy and Jaye are talking to Sandy!" Anna thought back.

"Sorry!"

Vickie returned with my coffee. After handing it to me, she returned to her spot beside Catherine's chair.

"You don't have to..."

"I know." Vickie cut me off. "But it's the last place I felt safe."

Catherine just raised her eyes at me.

"Helen is on her way. Would you both mind if we wait until she gets here for me to explain?" I thought to both of them.



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Chapter 86


They both sat quietly. I severed their connections and began to scan for everyone else. I sensed Vickie scanning me as I did, so I smiled at her and continued.

Candy, along with Nicky, Randi, Julie, Jennifer, and Mandy, were just leaving the stables out past the main house, leading horses to the big barn for today's trail ride for the other guests. I could sense they were actually working this trail ride.

Debbie was still in bed. As were Grace and Natalie. I couldn't wait to see them. I was aware they had arrived late last night, along with Anna's dad, and her Aunt Jaye.

John and Sarah were in the serving line in front of Helen. I knew all three were headed this way.

The Kapaemala's cabin was full, with several stretched out on the floor. Ileana was sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. Most of the others were still asleep. It had been a late arrival for their guests too. And an even later family council.

"Good morning beautiful!" I thought as I tapped Ileana's mental shoulder.

"Huh?" she said out loud, whipping her head around. Seeing no one, she was not scared, but confused.

"I said good morning beautiful, and I was referring to you. I didn't mean to frighten you, I was just checking and saw you were awake and thought I'd say hi. Also, I owe you an apology." I thought to her.

"Where are you?" she said out loud.

"I'm at the Dining Hall, and you don't have to speak out loud. I can sense your thoughts."

"Michael?" she thought.

"Your Majesty." I thought and sent her an image of me bowing to her.

"Quit that!" She thought. "Please. I get too much of that pompous stuff as it is. Besides, only the Queen is called 'your majesty'. Princesses' are always 'your highness'. How can you do this all the way from there?"



"My apologies Your Highness. Besides, it's only a few hundred yards, or should I use meters?"

"I know how to convert imperial to metric. Still it's quite a distance."

"It's nothing really. Last night I was talking to Grace back in Townsend. That's almost 1400 miles. Or about 2,300 kilometers."

"2,300 kilometers? I don't believe you!"

"Ileana. One thing you will discover about me if you are with me long. I don't lie."

"I'm sorry Michael. Our native tongue does not translate well sometimes and so I misspoke. I meant to say that I did not believe my ears when I heard it. It does not mean I mistrust the source of the information. Please do not be angry with me!"

"Don't worry. I'm not angry. You're right though. It is kinda hard to believe sometimes. Are you going to be available for me to formally apologize to you later today?"

"What could you owe me an apology for?"

"For slighting you yesterday. I did not understand it was a 'two Princess' package, and so I did not kiss you. But if you'll allow it, I will make it up to you at your convenience.

"Two Princess Package? Oh! I understand now. You didn't realize the request included me. Are you disappointed?"

"Not on your life! Pleasantly surprised. Very pleasantly. But definitely NOT disappointed!"

"Well, you don't have to make it up to me."

"Oh, but you are mistaken. I cannot enter into a relationship with you, any more in debt to you than I already am."

"In debt?"

"Of course. For choosing me."

"Ja campali?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry. I asked if you meant what you said? That you feel indebted to us for choosing you?"

"Very serious Princess Ileana. Very serious. The honor is one of the greatest in all my lives."

"Mother was right. You must be much older than you appear."

"Before I embarrass myself further, did your grandmother arrive safely and in good health?"

"Oh yes. They arrived very late. After midnight. And then we stayed up talking until almost dawn. They are all sleeping now, but are anxious to meet you later."

"And why, my princess are you not asleep as well?"

"I just couldn't sleep. I think I am too excited to sleep."

"You're looking forward to tomorrow then?"

"Oh yes!"

"Well, I am too. Although I'll admit to you alone that I'm a little nervous about trying to make both of you happy."

"Oh. Don't. We will be fine."

"Well, I have to go now. I have enjoyed spending time with you this morning. I am really looking forward to getting to know you better."

"Paloma. Michael. It means 'until later' in my tongue."

"Then, Paloma, Ileana."

"Paloma, adorè."



I could feel her sigh as I reluctantly closed my connection.

"That was beautiful Michael. You are so thoughtful." Vickie said, still kneeling at Catherine's side.

"You followed that?" I asked out loud.

"Not only did she follow it, she shared it with me as she did. And she's right. You are wonderful." Catherine sighed.

"What? Shared what? I thought you were all meditating or something. I almost didn't come over here, except I saw John and Sarah come over." Helen said.

Actually, I was discovering that Helen never said just one thing. Once she starts, she just keeps going, and going, and going. Like the Energizer bunny.

"What's an Energizer bunny?" Vickie thought to me.

"Ok. I give. Tell Catherine she's made her point!"

Vickie just turned to Catherine and smiled. I'm sure they were sharing something about me, but I wasn't about to scan to find out what it was.

"What is going on?" Helen asked.

"It looks like Michael is learning a lesson about privacy!" Laughed Sarah.

I just looked at her. It seems Vickie was sharing with more than just Catherine.

"Helen, I was giving Vickie a lesson on using her Empathic ability. But it looks like I'm the student for this part."

"A lesson?" Helen repeated, thoroughly confused.

Here, let me show you." I offered as I slowly replayed the part she missed.

"What?" she squeaked when we got to the part about her wanting to try me. But I continued the replay so she didn't have time to say anything else.

I ended it with Vickie kneeling beside Catherine as we waited for her to arrive.

"That was ... well, I don't know. Was it true? Or did you make it up?" She finally asked.

I felt my temper flare.

"Michael!" Catherine warned.

I took a deep breath and read Helen quickly. She wasn't trying to pick a fight. She was just saying whatever was on her mind at the time, without any regard for the effect of her words on anyone else. My wife in my last life had been like that. The only truth was her usually slanted version of it, and she was going to say it to me, the consequences be damned. You'd think after all the years I could handle it better, but it still got my goat.

Finally I said very low and slow. "Helen. If I did made it up, YOU would never know." And smiled at her menacingly.

She didn't get it. She just looked at me thinking that if she couldn't understand it, then nobody could. Therefore I must be stupid. Oh well. I was used to that look from the last time through too.

"But there is no need for me to lie about any of it. I gave it to you as I discovered it. To clarify, Vickie is an Empath of considerable ability. In just one lesson, she has already begun to exhibit amazing traits. We still have to work on many things, like range and control. But overall, she is talented, gifted, and smart."

"My little Vickie?"

"I'm not so little anymore, Momma. Michael has helped me grow up a lot in the last three days. And he says he's going to keep teaching me." Vickie said to her mom.

Helen just stared at her daughter for a minute, and then asked, "Why are you kneeling there, like some slave?"

"Because Michael told me to." Vickie said happily. I could see she had already abandoned responsibility for the situation to me, and very happily so.

"Helen, I am going to replay my instructions to her again. This time, I want you to watch very carefully just how she reacted." I said and I did, replaying the memory slowly for her.

"She was happy when you commanded her, but not when you asked her?"

"Correct."

"I don't understand." Helen said frowning.

"I'm afraid I don't get it either." John said. "If you spoke to me or Sarah like that, you'd end up on your butt, on the floor!" John said with some vehemence. "No offence." He quickly added.

"None taken," I said automatically. "In fact, I agree with you. But that's not how Vickie's psyche works."

I had everyone's attention now.

"I like chocolate ice cream. I could eat it at every meal. How often would you want to eat with me?"

"Well. I like it, but I couldn't eat it every meal." John said. "Too many calories!" he added with a laugh.

"I prefer vanilla." Catherine offered.

"Me too." Said Sarah. "I like that French Vanilla.

"I don't really care for sweets that much." Helen said.

I looked at Vickie. Everyone else had given their opinion.

"I'd eat whatever you told me to." She said.

"Thank you sweetheart." I thought looking into her eyes.

"But ... that's being ridiculous! What have you done to her?" Helen asked accusingly.

"Wait! Are you saying that anybody that likes ice cream is ridiculous?"

"Of course not!"

"But you did say that because Vickie's preferences for what makes her happy aren't the same as yours, that she is being ridiculous, didn't you?"

"No! Quit trying to trap me!" Helen said angrily.

I simply replayed the scene for everyone. Then remained quiet.

Helen sighed heavily, "I'm sorry sweetie. I didn't mean you were bad because your choice was not the same as mine. But I don't understand. Is something wrong with Vickie?" This last she directed to me.

Helen was really getting under my skin now. Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhaled and said, "There is NOTHING wrong with Vickie!" trying my best not to growl as I said it.

Speaking slowly, I said, "All human beings tend to find different degrees of happiness in their interactions with other human beings. And when we find someone who makes us very happy, we usually refer to it as falling in love. What we want or need to be happy in relationships is similar to what we want or need in our choice of ice cream. Flavor, amount, frequency all play a part in our preferences and ultimately, our degree of happiness. Does that make sense to you Helen?"

On the spectrum of needs in a relationship, Vickie is more towards the end known as 'Submissive'. The other end of the spectrum is known as the 'Dominate'. Most of us fall somewhere between these two extremes. John is slightly dominate, and Sarah is probably slightly submissive, for example. And just like in every other sampling of human preferences, the majority of us fall closer to the middle of any spectrum than at the ends."

"Nobody knows why someone is submissive or dominate, any more than they know why the differences in our choice of ice cream. But the situation for a submissive is much more dangerous than the ice cream eater. By definition, a submissive is happiest when they are allowed to exercise their submissive nature. But they need a dominate personality to be submissive to. And most dominates are not well trained or they tend to be a little extreme in their dominance, which can result in pain or even death of the submissive."

"All her life, Vickie has been looking for that person to meet her needs. To dominate her. So far, it's been you." I said to Helen. "But you don't really understand her needs, and you are the wrong gender to provide for all her needs. So it's just a matter of time until a Dom comes along and sweeps her off her feet, and away from you. The only reason it has not happened yet, I would guess, is her shyness, and there are not usually a lot of teenage Doms in your local high school."

"But I still don't understand. What needs? And why can't I take care of her?" Helen said, fear rising in her voice.

"Helen, how old were you when you first had sex?" I asked.

Helen didn't answer, but blushed as everyone looked at her.

Suddenly, Vickie erupted. "It was Earl? I can't believe you slept with him! And you were only 14? Oh my god! Mom!"

"Vickie! Please!" Cried Helen as she started balling.

Immediately Vickie rushed to her, hugging her and apologizing.

It took a minute for Helen to calm down. I finally ordered Vickie back to her seat. She complied hesitantly, but I could sense her relief as well. When Helen regained control, I turned to Vickie and asked simply, "Vickie, how old were you when you first had sex?"

She looked at me and said, "19. I hope!" Everyone laughed.

"Do you see my point, Helen?"

She nodded, but didn't say anything.

Then to Vickie I said, "Vickie, I have never been a Dom, but if you will agree, I will become your Dom, for the next hour. That means I will take complete responsibility for all your decisions and everything that you do, and everything that happens to you. I will protect you, provide for all your needs, and take care of all your wants and desires. If it works for both of us, we'll try it for a longer period."

Vickie was nodding her head, and unknown to the others, her pussy was tingling and growing wet.

"You, on the other hand, will agree to do everything I say, without hesitation, debate, or argument. Do you understand what I'm asking you to do? And do you agree to do what I tell you to do, completely?"

"Oh yes, Michael!" Vickie said in a rush.

"Very well. I want you to kiss me. Just like we did earlier."

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed, as she hopped on my lap and kissed me. It was all I could do not to take her right there, and when I finally ended it, Little Mike was screaming in my head.

"Oo-o-o! Did I do that?" she purred. Everyone except Helen laughed.

"Come sit next to me." I commanded and patted the arm of my chair. She immediately perched herself on the arm with her arm around my neck. You didn't have to be an Empath to sense her happiness.

"Now, Vickie. I am going to ask you a question, and I command you to give me a completely honest answer. Ok?"

"OK."

"If I commanded you to, would you fuck me right now? In this chair? In front of everyone?"

"Vickie looked at the floor before nodding her head. " Yes sir." She said softly. "I would if you told me to. But I've never done it before, so I don't exactly know how to do it in a chair."

"Thank you sweetie. I asked only for an honest answer. I know it would not be best for you to actually do it, so I would never ask you to."

Vickie beamed.

"Are you beginning to understand?" I asked Helen.

She again just nodded without saying anything. I could tell her mind was churning as several things from the past, suddenly made sense.

"Vickie, see if your mom and the others need refills, and return their trays to the kitchen. You may keep monitoring the conversation, but do not react. Understand?" I thought to her.

"Yes Michael. And thank you for being so clear." She thought back.

She asked what everyone was drinking, and then gathering up the trays she started for the kitchen, her face glowing.

"In the next 55 minutes, you must make a decision, Helen. In order for me to become her Dom, you will have to give up your authority over her, and your responsibility for her, completely."

Helen looked at me with alarm.

"If you don't, you will risk losing her forever." I told her.



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Chapter 87


"Why would I risk losing her?"

"Because, ultimately the choice is hers. I can sense her needs, understand what she wants, and provide for her, mentally, emotionally, physically, and financially. And since she's a budding Empath that needs guidance and training. I can offer her that guidance and training in developing her gift."

"You're not serious?" she said in disbelief.

"I am very serious. Vickie is a special young lady. I could no more walk away from her now without trying to help, than I could sprout wings and fly!"

"And if I refuse?"

"Therein lies your risk."

"MY risk?" she said angrily. "Why is it my risk?"

"What Michael is trying to say, Helen, is there comes a time for the young birds to leave the nest."

"But she's so young and vulnerable..."

"And if you think she's in danger, then by all means, tell Michael how you feel. But if you're just hanging on out of insecurity or your own personal desires to never let her grow up, you'd better listen to him."

"But..."

"You've done your job, and raised a beautiful daughter. Michael isn't taking her away. He's just relieving you of responsibility. The same would happen if they were to get married. Its quiet similar really. They are agreeing to enter into serious relationship, which will have up front rules to insure their safety and happiness."

Helen became very quiet. She pondered a long time before finally saying, "I ... I don't know. I knew this day would come, but somehow, I didn't think it would be today!"

"I understand. But he is right, Helen. You must decide if you are ready to let her go." Catherine said. Then turning to me she asked, "Michael, is there any urgent reason why it has to be now?"

"Outside my schedule, which seems to be filling up, I can't think of a reason we can't wait."

"Aw-w-w-w!" Vickie groaned in my mind.

"Except that every time I see her I want to ... well never mind. So I'll just remind you all that I'm not the only one involved with this decision."

This time it was an "Oo-o-o-o!" that rang in my mind, as Vickie rejoined the group bringing everyone drinks.

"Vickie honey, how do you feel? About all this submissive stuff, I mean? Is this the right thing for you?" Helen asked her daughter.

"Oh Mom! I haven't had much time to figure all that out. I just know that when he first told me, I knew it was right. I mean it just felt real. And right this moment, I am as happy as I've ever been. With Michael, I feel so safe. I know he cares for me and won't let anything bad happen to me." She said in a rush, then pausing for a deep breath she added, "And Momma, for the first time in my life, I am not afraid!"

"Oh Baby!" Helen said as she held out her arms. Vickie went to her and hugged her.

Does this mean we need to build an addition to our house?" Sarah asked John.

We all laughed.

"That reminds me Catherine. Why don't I get one of those mobile homes? We could set it next to John and Sarah's house temporarily to take advantage of the existing electrical and septic systems. And we could use it until our new home is built. That way, John and Sarah wouldn't be so inconvenienced."

"Given all the changes our family is undergoing, that might be a good idea. Maybe you should run it by Grace first, though." Catherine said with a sly smile.

"You're right." I scanned for Grace and was surprised to find her standing behind me holding her tray. I jumped to my feet and went to hug her, but the tray was in my way. Vickie came and took the tray and I could finally hug her. I was sincerely glad to see her and kissed her to let her know.

Grace smiled at me, and then looked at Vickie standing there holding her tray.

"I'll explain in a minute. I am so glad you're back. Where's Natalie? Did you have a good time at graduation? How did it go? Did you have a good flight?..."

"Michael? Slow down!" then turning to Catherine she hugged her and asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yes. I'm fine. I want to hear all about it. We'll talk later though. Right now, I think we need to catch you up on what's just happened."

"Michael has already shown me about the weddings. Are they still tomorrow?" Grace asked.

"Well, there have been some more changes." Catherine told her.

"Oh. Has Michael already told you about Candy?" Debbie asked. She was standing behind Catherine with her coffee cup.

"Good morning everyone." She added cheerfully.

"What about Candy?" Catherine asked Debbie.

Debbie looked to me and I shook my head.

"I haven't gotten to it yet. It's been a full morning, so far." I said.

"Well, I'd better let Michael explain it." Debbie said.

"What about Penny? Is it ok to invite her over? She's sitting over there by herself?" Grace asked.

"Penny?" Catherine asked.

"Agent Lane. She flew back with us last night. She's been assigned as Michael's blanket." Grace said.

"His blanket?"

"You know. His security blanket!" Grace said with a giggle.

I had already risen and made my way across the Dining Hall to where Penny was seated.

"Good morning, Michael, I was..." Penny started.

I kissed her.

She was panting as I broke our kiss. "Good morning Agent Lane. I have been wanting to do that since the hospital."

"I, uh, I'm surprised. I didn't expect that kind of, uh, reception from you." Penny stuttered. She was wearing a skirt and halter top and looked out of place and ill at ease.

"Come on over. It looks like you're part of the family now." I said leading her back to where everyone was gathered.

"Everyone, this is FBI Agent Penelope Lane. Or Penny, if that's ok with you?" I asked her.

"Please. Penny is fine."

Ok. Penny it is!" I told her. Then to everyone else I said, "Agent Lane, er, Penny, is my new bodyguard."

"I thought FBI agents always wore a gun?" Sarah said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Penny had fooled her once, working for her as a nurse while undercover, and Sarah hadn't forgotten it.

"Uh, we do."

"Well, don't you feel out of place wearing all those clothes here?" Sarah asked. "And isn't it gonna be kinda difficult to hide a gun when you do come out of your clothes?" She teased.

Penny looked around at everyone else sitting there naked, and then looked down at her own clothing. Finally she said, "I wasn't prepared for this, er, situation. My superiors didn't bother to inform me I would be meeting Michael in a nudist camp." She explained. "Somebody is going to have some explaining to do when I get back to Washington!"

Everyone laughed.

"We're trained to carry protection at all times, and we're also supposed to blend in, so I really don't know what to do. I can't recall this scenario ever coming up in training. I don't even think it was covered in the field training manual."

"I think I can help you there." Said Anna, from behind Penny. She and Sandy had just come up with Jaye and Norman.

Penny whipped around at her comment, and then looking Anna up and down, she rose to her feet and said, "Why hello Doctor Carter. I didn't know you were her as well. It seems our Intel wasn't as complete as I was led to believe."

"Maybe you just work for the wrong team." Norm suggested.

Penny and Anna looked at him.

"Penny, it's a safe bet that you'll find we're full of surprises." I said.

"Anna, why don't you introduce your dad?" I suggested.

"I'd be glad to! Everybody, this is my father, Norm. Dad, this is, well, everybody!" she said laughing.

Most everybody called out greetings, and Norm just smiled calmly and nodded.

I had taken both of Sandy's hands in mine as we stood there. Mainly trying to send her some reassurance.

Then Sandy said to me, "Michael, Mom and Dad..." (I noticed she said Dad with some pride.) " ... and I wanted to talk to you. But I didn't realize you were in the middle of something."

"That's ok. It seems to have turned into a family pow-wow. We still have some things to clear up, so why don't Grace and I meet you and your folks for an early lunch?" I suggested.

"In the meantime, you all are welcome to join us. You're going to be a part of it soon anyway!"

She blushed and turned to her parents looking at them beseechingly. Norm just nodded.

"Well Ok then. Pull up some more chairs."

"Vickie?"

"Yes Michael?"

"Get everyone that wants one something to drink. And see if Mable has any more of those French pastries she's hiding back there."

"Yes Michael." Vickie replied.

"Ok. Anna? You said you could help Penny with her, er, problem?"

"Sure! After lunch, I'll take you to my room and get you set up. For now, just loose the top and don't worry about the skirt.

Penny looked around nervously, as I read her. It was hard to say if she was more uncomfortable about being overdressed, or taking her top off in front of everyone. Finally, she sighed and reached to untie the knot behind her back.

I decided to focus elsewhere before I embarrassed myself again, so looked for Vickie.

"Do you need any help?" I quickly thought to Vickie.

"I've think I've got it handled Michael. But thank you for asking." Vickie replied in kind.

"There are still several open topics we need to discuss. Michael, why don't you recap for everyone?" Catherine instructed.

"Sure!" I replied. And then I replayed the entire morning for everyone, but slower than I usually did for Catherine. I wanted to make sure the ones experiencing it for the first time got most of it though.

Norm and Penny's eyes went wide, and Jaye almost jumped out of her chair. But Anna just placed her hand on Jaye's arm and reassured her.

When I got to the part about taking care of Vickie, Grace looked up quickly at me in alarm. But then she slowly smiled. When I got to the part introducing Norm, a light bulb went off in Penny's head. I could tell she had just recognized who he was.

When it ended, nobody said anything for a moment.

Then Anna said, "Remind me to give you a physical soon. I want to be sure you stay healthy for all that you've committed to do!" and laughed.

"You're Brigadier General Norman Carter?" Penny stated, but clearly it was a question.

Norm smiled and nodded. "And you Agent Lane, turned down my invitation to interview a few years

ago."

Penny grinned sheepishly, "Sorry Sir. It is a pleasure to meet you. I had no idea you were involved with this case."

"I'm not. My daughter is. My only involvement has been to provide the family with safe shelter while we waited out the Russians."

"The General here, owns Twin Springs, and so therefore is your host while you are here." I added.

"By-the-way, how did you find that out?" Anna asked.

"No secrets, remember." I grinned.

Catherine's eyes went wide. "Well, you certainly didn't tell the rest of us Michael!"

"I figured that Anna had already told you. You seem to know everything else." I said laughing.

"Well, then suppose you start by telling us what you have planned for Vickie." Catherine directed.

"Ok. Vickie, our hour is almost up and your final command is to spend the next 48 hours deciding if this is what you really want. If it will truly make you happy, and what you think the rules should be. Then you and I and Grace and Catherine, and your mom if you want, will get back together and work it out between us. Understand that if you chose this, we will be making a serious commitment to each other. Any questions?"

"I'm sure I'll have some after I think on it some more. But right now, I can't think of any." Vickie replied.

"Thank you for the last hour. You were very good." I told her. She just smiled at me.

"Ok. Now I think that Grace and Michael and I need to talk. We can discuss the schedule, security, the weddings, and Candy a little later. So if you all will excuse us, why don't the three of us reconvene in my room in 15 minutes?" Catherine asked as she rose to her feet.

I took Sandy's hand and pulled her to the side. "We'll meet you for lunch in a couple of hours. Say 11:30? Here?"

"11:30 is ok, but why not meet us at our house? Would that be ok?" She asked.

I quickly checked with Grace who looked at me and smiled. "11:30 at the main house. Got it!" I told her and then kissed her softly on the cheek.

I then made my way to where Helen and Vickie were talking to Sarah and Debbie. Helen didn't seem like she was anywhere near a stopping point, so I simply said "Excuse me." And taking Vickie in my arms, kissed her passionately. Helen did finally stop talking and then just stared at us as the kiss drug out.

Finally coming up for breath, I released Vickie and turned to leave. "Sorry for the interruption folks." I said as I made my way to follow Catherine and Grace back to the Lodge.



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Chapter 88


As we mounted the steps to the Lodge, Catherine asked, "Michael, would you mind getting me one of those chairs from the great room? They are so much more comfortable than the small wooden one in my room."

I did and she showed me where to place it in her room, then settling into it she said, "Why don't the two of you sit there on the bed? That way I can see you as we speak."

I remained silent, and hesitated to scan either of them. I knew there was something she wanted to say, and felt it would be rude to try to get ahead of her.

"Thank you Michael. You are correct. I do have something important to say, and I appreciate you not getting there ahead of me. Because this is not only for you, but Grace too. And while your way can be efficient, some things are better said out loud."

Grace looked to me and smiled. I just nodded and remained silent.

"Grace. Next to my son and of course Nicky and Michael, you are the best thing that has ever come into my life. That you came with or because of Michael's tragedy, is ... well, I think it's actually a blessing. I almost believe it was ordained. I want you to know that I love you like a daughter. And while I would never dream of replacing your own mother, I hope you will think similarly of me one day."

"I already do ... Mother." Grace said softly.

Tears welled up in Catherine's eyes. "Thank you Sweetheart."

"Do you still feel as you did when we talked last? Do you love him?"

"I think I do. I've never felt like this about anyone before. And so if this feeling is love, then yes. I love Michael."

Catherine smiled at Grace, "I think you do too. You look at him the same way I used to look at Greg. Quite by accident, I had the chance to see into Michael's heart yesterday. And I can tell you that he loves you too. Above all others. He may not totally realize it yet. But it's there. I saw it and it is true. He loves you."

Grace smiled at me and squeezed my hand.

"Grace, last week, as we were walking back from the rodeo, you appeared to have had an epiphany, realizing that you could be a permanent part of Michael's life by doing things for him that no one else could. Is this still true?"

"Oh yes. I know that I want to be a part of his life, and I think I'm falling in love with him. But his life, and my role in it seem to be so different from anything I ever imagined for myself. I am still trying to sort it all out."

"Is it because of his gift, or his wealth, or his mission, or maybe because of all the other women?" Catherine asked pointedly.

Grace hesitated, thinking it all over.

"Ah! So that's where she's going!" I thought.

"Yes, Michael. That's where I'm headed with this. I'm concerned about Grace. And I don't want her to get lost in the ... uniqueness, shall we say ... of your life. After talking with Grace over the last few months, and especially the last two weeks, I think I know what she's up against. I think she's facing a decision she doesn't quite understand. So I wanted to talk about it with both of you."

I nodded.

"I think I'd like that." Grace said, letting me know she had heard. She was getting more like Catherine all the time.

"Greg was also a time traveler like Michael. And he had a gift for sensing others as well. Although he was never able to do all the things with his gift that Michael can. As I told Michael last week; I don't know if that is because Greg's nature was more ... er ... reserved. Or Michael just has more of whatever it is. Or it could even be a combination of both.

But Greg was a good man. Just like Michael is. I can tell you Michael even looks a lot like him, which I guess would be natural since they are related. But where Greg focused on building an empire, and accumulating resources, Michael has the luxury of not having to do that. I believe that this is one of the reasons that Michael has been given a mission that Greg never had. The resources to accomplish it are already there.

"I hadn't thought of that, but it makes sense. All the way to Tennessee and back this weekend, I was thinking about all this, but it never crossed my mind that Michael's grandfather was like Michael. I mean with his being a time traveler and his powers and all. That really puts a new light on it for me." Grace exclaimed.

"Well, most of that is because I was close to Greg and now Michael. In fact, up to this point, I am the bridge between the two generations. And I'll predict that if you choose this unique relationship, that you will become the bridge to the next generation."

"The next generation?" Grace asked.

Yes. If we accept the premise that Greg begin accumulating resources so that Michael could complete his mission, then logic dictates that there is an overall master plan behind all that's happening. Conceived, implemented, and being guided by someone or something with powers beyond our scope of imagining. So who's to say that the plan wouldn't encompass future generations as well?

"Double do-do!" Grace swore. I would find out later, that it was the most profane thing she was allowed to say growing up, and she used it only rarely.

"The big question of course, is what is this grand scheme?" Catherine said. "Alas, we may never know. For it has already encompassed one generation, and now appears to be headed into the next. So the question becomes, is it a good thing? And then if we determine it is, do you and I want to be a part of it?"

I remained silent. I had already reached my conclusions. This was all for Grace's benefit and the temptation to scan her right now was great. But I was quickly learning it was not always a good thing to watch people internally debate the pros and cons of a situation. It was so much better to scan for an outcome. A decision. Especially when it involved me!

Grace remained quiet. Funny, she was sitting right next to me and I couldn't detect her usual turmoil that she always seemed to be surrounded with.

Do you understand what I'm asking you Grace?

"Oh Yeah. Although I hadn't put it all together like that. Now I'm beginning to see what you meant when you talked about the uniqueness of Michael's life. I think I just need some time to put all the little pieces together." Said Grace.

"One of the things I realized after Greg told me about his past was that because of his knowledge and his gift, he was unique. And therefore our relationship would be unique as well." Catherine told her. "He was not your normal husband. At first, this troubled me because, like you, I had grown up dreaming of a normal relationship. But soon, I realized that I was attracted to that uniqueness, and in it, I found my role in life. And I have loved it."

Grace, I have never told anyone this, but there were also other women in Greg's life. His sister for one. And there were others. But because of the times, and his personality, he was never as open about it as Michael is. He became involved with some of the women to help them. The others I don't know. But he kept them all from me." Catherine said sadly.

"I learned to shield you from my mind Michael, by observing how he shielded me from his. And he died without me knowing everything. Whereas yesterday, when Michael hit me with his full powered scan; for just an instant, I saw into his heart or soul, or whatever you want to call it. And in that instant, I knew Michael more completely than I ever knew Greg. Or anyone else for that matter. And I won't bother you with all the details, but suffice it to say, I experienced firsthand, the depth of his love and compassion for you."

Grace squeezed my arm and leaned over and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"And I experienced the depth of his love for me as well." Catherine added softly, gazing into my eyes. For a moment, there was only she and I. Then she shook her head and looking to Grace, she continued.

"So here is your dilemma Grace. Do you still want a normal relationship? Or are you willing to try a unique one?"

Grace remained silent. The urge to scan her was now almost overwhelming. But somehow, I was able to maintain discipline.

"You do not have to answer now Grace. But the upcoming events in Michael's life are probably going to force you to make a decision very soon. Or leave you feeling miserable. I will tell you that, regardless of your decision, you will always be my daughter. And you and Natalie will be provided for. You can attend the college and medical school of your choice, and never worry about the cost. The same is true for Natalie. I will also see that your grandmother is provided with the best care and medical attention available. And her last years will be free of financial worries."

"You don't have to do that, Catherine. Grace responded.

"Please. I thought we had settled this already. I am talking to you the same way I would to Nicky. As a matter of fact, she and I will be having a similar discussion, and you don't think she would argue that with me, do you?"

"You're right. I'm sorry, Mom." She emphasized the 'Mom'.

Catherine smiled.

"If you chose the unique relationship, I can tell you that you will always be number one in Michael's life. Don't ask me how I know that, but it's true. I can also tell you that you will not be the only one. Michael has both a huge capacity to love and the willingness to share his love. And that seems to be an important part of this mission that we don't understand completely."

There was silence as Catherine finished speaking. Finally, Grace asked, "Can I talk with Michael before I give you my answer?"

"Of course. Michael is supposed to meet with Sandy and her folks shortly for an early lunch. Why don't you go with him? Then, after lunch, there is an unoccupied cabin up the trail to the warm springs. It's the last one before you get to the springs. I took the liberty of securing it for the two of you for the afternoon. So you could get away and enjoy some privacy while you work this out."

"Oh Catherine! How thoughtful!" Grace said as she rose to go to her. "I meant MOM! Thank you Mom!"

"Just remember, we are having dinner with the Kapaemala's!" Catherine said while both Grace and I hugged her.

"Thank you for talking with us Catherine. I know it helped me to hear all those things like that." Grace told her. "And thank you for taking Natalie and I into your family."

I just smiled. I was going to say something too, but realized it wasn't necessary. This was their moment.

Finally Catherine said, "Enough! Sandy will be on pins and needles waiting on you. Go! I'll be down later!"

We stopped by the bathrooms and then headed for the Dining Hall to meet the soon-to-be mother of my first child.



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Chapter 89


I was smiling real big and looking forward to an afternoon alone with Grace. I could feel her smiling too as she walked beside me, holding on to my arm with both hands.

It had become my habit to scan the ranch when I walked. Even though the Russian threat seemed to have been dealt with, at least until we could get to New York next week, I still looked for signs of hostility. And as with many habits, I had gotten used to everything being 'all clear'.

So I was surprised when I actually detected a sniper, some 200 to 250 yards behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Grace, would you go back and wait with Catherine until I call you?" I asked while I scanned the sniper and then the area around him. I detected another person nearby, with a set of binoculars, but he did not have a rifle.

"What's going on? Why do you want..." Grace started to say. Then, "Ok Michael."

I was too busy scanning to reply, and she must have sensed this, for she said nothing else as she went back in the Lodge.

They were both dressed in camouflage, and the sniper was lying prone, with a very long rifle in front of him. The rifle was mounted on a bi-pod, and had a big scope attached to the top. He was looking through the scope, and had become slightly excited when he spotted Grace and me leaving the Lodge. His position gave him a good shot at us all the way to the Dining Hall.

I found it odd that there were no negative emotions. No anger or agitation about seeing us. Nor was there any real seriousness about what he was doing. He was listening to the other person with him drone on about last night's trip to town. I also learned that the rifle's safety was on, and the sniper had made no move to change that.

Sensing no immediate danger, I headed on towards the Dining Hall, scanning as I went.

Sandy, along with her mom and dad and Anna were waiting. There were a few other early diners, but no hostile feeling. I noted Penny was on the balcony, alone. One more scan and everything looked ok.

"Grace, it's clear if you want to join me." I thought to her. She was running from the Lodge before I finished the thought.

I waited until she was on the porch and hugging me and then said, "Thank you for not questioning me back there. Do you want to see?"

She just nodded, as she caught her breath. So I replayed it for her.

She just looked puzzled. "A test? What kind of test?" she asked.

"Why don't we go see?" I said as I walked into the Dining Hall with her.

It was early for lunch, but there were a handful of people already there. I spotted Sandy, with her mom and new dad, as well as Anna, seated at a table in the back. They did not have trays in front of them, so we headed that way without going through the serving line.

Sandy saw me and smiled real big. My heart went out to her. I knew she had been on an emotional roller coaster the last two days. First, the episode with me on the beach, then the revelation in her dreams, and then finding out her dad wasn't really her dad. Then she discovered that her real dad was her uncle and her cousin was also her half-sister.

"Damn! That sounds like a David Jacobs* creation!" I thought.

The General stood as we approached, but since he didn't offer to shake hands, I kept mine at my side. So instead, I held a chair for Grace and then turning to Sandy, I kissed her on the cheek.

"Good morning beautiful!" I said to her. Then "Good morning Jaye. Norm."

I could feel him bristle at a teenager calling him by his first name.

I walked around Grace's chair to Anna and kissed her cheek as I thought to her, "Please stay cool, darling. You're daddy's not gonna like this!"

She cringed a little as she tried to smile.

I returned to my chair, sat down, and looked straight at Norm.

There are times when I refrain from using my gift, because it's better to have someone voice what they are feeling. It seems to help us as humans to get it out. Then there are other times. Like now.

I didn't really care if Norm felt good or bad when I left. He only needed to be educated. So without preamble, since he chose to be rude, I let loose.

"Since you are going to be the grandfather of my first born child, I'll keep this between us for now. First, tell Anna you owe her a hundred bucks."

He studied me for a moment. I had tied Grace into my thoughts and could tell she was fascinated by the General's thought process.

"Anna, it seems I owe you a hundred dollars. You were right, he spotted the snipers." The General said flatly.

"For the record, I understand your motives, but I didn't appreciate you testing me by putting someone I love in danger." I thought to him.

"Noted, but irrelevant." The General replied.

Dropping my voice to barely above a whisper, I asked "Irrelevant to whom?"

"What you appreciate or do not appreciate is irrelevant to me, young man."

"Daddy! Don't!" Anna said quickly.

"You stay out of this! This is between him and me." The general growled.

"What? You wanna step outside and settle this man to man?" I laughed sarcastically.

"You don't know who you're messing with now, son. First you fuck up my daughter's life, now you want to screw around with my other daughter. Well I've got news for you."

I didn't rise to his bait. I just remained seated, smiling at him. I turned for a quick wink at Sandy, who face was ashen, and turned back to the general.

"Why you little snot nosed pencil dick! You see that man over there?" The General snarled.

I didn't bother to look. I had spotted him when I came in. Instead I just kept smiling at the general.

"All I have to do is nod my head and your grandmother is dead!"

That was it! I was afraid my temper would make me do something I'd later regret if it went any further, so I decided to end this little charade now! I connected to the man at the other table, and he dropped to the floor. Paralyzed, much like I had Dawn, last Sunday.

For the first time, the general hesitated, a look of surprise on his face.

"What ... what did you do to him?" he asked.

I now repeated my process on the general and he slumped over to his side, falling out of his chair with a thud.

"Daddy! Screamed Anna.

"Manny!" Jaye screamed at the same time.

"Don't you EVER threaten one of my family, you pig!" I thought evilly to him, making sure everyone around the table heard my thoughts.

"Even if it is a test. You do that again and you'll stay like that forever!"

I counted to ten slowly to allow my temper to cool, and then released the hold on his primary motor cortex.

Jaye and Anna helped Norm back to his chair. I turned and looked at Sandy, and she flashed me a worried smile. She was more upset that her uncle/father were fighting, than the fact that I had paralyzed him briefly. She had already made up her mind about me, and just didn't want to have to deal with any conflict over it.

I'll say this. The general is one tough old bastard. He sat there rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, and a wry grin on his face.

"Anna didn't say anything about you being able to do that!" he chortled.

"As I've already told her, she over thirty, and getting senile!" I said.

The general laughed.

"I'll over thirty you buster!" she thought to me with a fake scowl.

Jaye and Sandy were confused.

"Manny, what's going on here?" Jaye asked him directly.

"Michael was right. This was a test. And he was also right; it got a little out of hand."

Then to me he said, "I'm sorry about bringing your grandmother into this. That was hitting below the belt. But I needed to know how well you could handle yourself. By-the-way, could you let the Sargent up now?"

I did so immediately. In all the excitement, I had forgotten him.

"Sandy? Would you be a dear and help him up and see if he needs anything?" I asked her.

Grace rose with Sandy and went to the downed soldier, who was moving his limbs experimentally.

The general asked, "What did you do to us?"

I just shook my head. I wasn't prepared to divulge any more information to the CIA just yet.

"Ok. I can respect that. You handled yourself well Michael. We're going to have to talk some more about what your limitations are though, if we're going to work together."

"Manny? Work together? I thought we were here to talk about Sandy?" Jaye asked.

"Oh. We will. In just a minute. But I told Anna that in order to keep Michael's gift a secret, I'd need to see it firsthand." He said. "I just didn't realize I'd experience it quite this way!"

"We're sorry to have made you angry Michael, but when you leave the confines of the ranch next week, you will be just like you described Vickie, a walking atomic bomb." Anna said.

"And we've got to find a way to protect you without exposing you any more than necessary. That's why the little test. I wanted to know for myself what we're up against." The general added.

"Sorry about the paralyzing stuff sir." I said politely. "I'm afraid I overreacted a little when you threatened Catherine."

"That's understandable. Like I said, it was hitting below the belt." Norm apologized again.

"When did you figure it out?" I knew he was referring to the test.

"Some of it when I first sensed the sniper. The rest when I got to the Dining Hall. But I couldn't find your reason, or predict an outcome because you were not really emotional about it and didn't have a conclusion in mind."

"Is the corporal ok. Did you paralyze him too?"

"Corporal? You mean the sniper? No I didn't hurt him. He had his safety on. If he had released that safety though, he'd been dead before he ever had a chance to pull the trigger!" I said icily.

Grace and Sandy returned to their seats. Penny was right behind them.

"I just want to know if you are alright Michael?" she asked.

I'm fine Penny. And thank you for checking on me. What did you think of what you just witnessed?"

"You saw that?" Anna asked.

"It's my job to keep an eye on Michael, and you all are in a public place." She replied to Anna.

"As for what I saw? Well ... I'm not sure I saw what I saw." She answered with a look of confusion.

"Manny!" Jaye said impatiently.

Norm just looked at her and smiled. "Have a seat Agent Lane. We'll discuss it more in a moment. My, uh, superiors are directing me on to the more important matter at hand." He said chuckling.

Then turning to Sandy, he smiled and said, "You wanted us to talk to us?"

"I didn't know you were going to try and trap him. Or that he would try and hurt you. And I didn't know it was a test!" She said angrily.

"But understand this! As of this moment, my name is on each of your wills to own this ranch one day. And currently, I'm also running it. So that puts me in charge, and I make the rules. So rule number one is going to be: When you come here, leave your work at the office, or conduct it elsewhere. No more CIA work here! Does everybody understand?"

"Yes dear!" Norm and I said in unison.

"Men!" she cried in mock exasperation."

"I wanted to talk about what happened Friday night. And what I dreamed and I wanted Michael to tell me it's real. That it's true. And I want to understand what's happening to me. And all you're doing is playing game and running tests!"

"I'm sorry dear. There is a lot going on here, which you may not know about..." Norm said.

"I know! That's why I wanted you to talk with Michael and me. So someone can explain it to me!"

I put my hand on her arm and fed her reassurance.

"Sandy, why don't we start with what you want to know? Ok?"

"I want to know what's happening to me!"

I took a deep breath, and began to tell them my story.

I kept to the parts that I thought relevant to them, focusing on my gift and a little of how I thought it worked.

Finally I said, "Sandy, all I was trying to do Friday night was help Anna's cousin. As we danced, I began to feel an attraction to you, and stopping was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But it didn't feel right. Somehow, I became aware that something more ... important was at stake than just mine or your personal satisfaction."

And then later that night, when you had your vision, Grace had one too. And so did Randi and so did Candy."

I decided not to mention Debbie yet.

"I became aware of all of them while I slept. And I do not know how they all fit together. I later realized that there appears to be a master plan. I don't know where the visions are coming from. And I don't know what they are leading to. But yours was the most specific. Yours was the only one with a definitive goal and timetable."

"Sandy, can you tell us your dream now?" Her mother asked.

"I dreamed that Michael and I had a son. And I watched him grow. He grew big and strong and became a great leader." She said softly. "And his name will be David."

"All I can add is that he will be born next year, in the spring. And that it's important that he be born here at the ranch, and that he be raised here." I added.

"What about you dear?" Jaye asked Grace softly. "Can you tell us your dream?"

Grace appeared in deep in thought, almost catatonic. I hadn't been paying attention to her, focusing mainly on Sandy and her family. I had just started to scan her when she said,

"I dreamed that I was David's ... bridge."



*David Jacobs is the creator of two of American television's most famous prime time soap operas, Dallas and Knots Landing.





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Chapter 90

"What do you mean ... bridge?" Sandy asked.

"Be careful Sweetheart. I don't think we want to explain the time-traveller stuff to them at this time." I thought to Grace.

"I mean ... well in my dream, I was older. And I was helping someone younger than me, who had the same type of gifts that Michael did. Except it wasn't Michael, or anyone else I know. But I knew how to help him from spending so much time with Michael. It didn't make much sense at the time, except I knew his name." Grace explained.

"And what was his name?" Jaye asked gently.

"It was ... David." Grace replied

"Like I said, it didn't make a lot of sense at the time, but when you said the name of your son, it all kind of clicked. I think I'm supposed to help your son become whatever he's going to become." Grace told Sandy.

Sandy came around behind me and hugged Grace, putting their heads together and whispering softly to each other.

Jaye sat there starring at them, her eyes glistened as moisture begin to form.

Norm sat stoically, chewing on the end of an unlit cigar.

"Where did that come from?" I wondered.

I sensed his reluctance to buy into the surreal scene, his mind busy searching for alternative explanations.

Anna looked first at Sandy and Grace, then at me. She believed completely. She had spent enough time around me and had experienced too much of the unexplainable, to doubt now. Her concerns were for doing whatever she could to stay close to me as the future unfolded, vowing to herself to get to know her sister better, and a little envy that she had not had one of the 'dreams'.

"Michael?" Jaye said softly. "Would you tell me about Sandy's vision of being a mother?"

"Jaye, I know very little more than you've heard here this morning. But I'll try to sum up what I know for you."

"Two weeks ago, I awoke from a comma that the doctors thought I might never wake up from, and couldn't remember my past. But I had a strange new gift for sensing what others around me are feeling. Then I discovered I could share my feelings back to them. I found myself surrounded by seven young ladies and their families and was given a mission to protect them and help them grow. I also met a mysterious old man, who just seems to appear to me from time to time. He's done it twice now, and both times he's taught me things about how to use my gift better. He's never said anything about my purpose here. Even when I asked him directly. He just said it would come in time."

"I have had a number of small revelations, similar to Sandy and Grace. The first was my mission to protect and help the girls. I was told that the girls will have a major role in shaping the destiny of mankind. But not what they will do, or how they will do it. I also have been led to believe that I will take the resources that my grandfather spent his lifetime accumulating and increase them even more and use them to accomplish whatever it is I'm supposed to do. Again, I was not told exactly how. Although I was given insights into future events which I have already shared with some of the board members. Also, I'm starting a foundation to help people, but again, no specifics."

"In addition to Grace and Sandy, at least three others around me have had similar revelations. Randi's was to study a specific area of the law. Candy's has to do with serving me in the future. The other is the most vague, and I'll let you know if something more happens."

I was referring, of course, to Debbie.

"On top of that, it appears my coming was foretold in at least two prophecies. One going back centuries, from a tribal clan here in Southern Colorado, who can trace its roots back to the Anasazi. And the other going back several generations of Polynesian culture on a small island in the Pacific. I feel strongly they are both tied to all this as well."

"On top of all that..."

"There's more!" Exclaimed Jaye.

"Yes. On top of all that is a personal drive I seem to have acquired since I woke up, to try and see what I can do to make the world better. I know that's ambiguous as hell. But it's true."

"And no, I don't know where it came from either." I said to Anna. I could tell the question was forming in her mind.

There was silence around the table for a time, then the general spoke.

"Is there any more, Michael?"

I pondered his question in my mind. Two weeks ago, when I raised the gun to my head, I had asked myself the same question. And now, I suddenly realized, indeed there was! In the last two weeks I had found the love and the opportunity to serve others, that I had spent a lifetime searching for before. And having asked for it, I would not turn my back on it now. What is the plan? And who's plan is it?

"I guess there's only one way to find out!" I thought. "I'll just have to wait and see."

Then tuning to the general, I said, "I'm sure there will be."

End of Book One



The Second Time Through – Book II

" ... and I'll keep your secret Michael, but you're going to earn my silence. I have a little job that calls for someone with your unique talents." The General said.




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