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THE TAPE SLAVES (mc, sci-fi, philosophy) - (3/&t) 

Kevin pulled out a fraction, then pushed back in. Lisa's pussy
squeezed his cock hard, and her arms squeezed him tightly to her.
"Oh, yeah. That's good. Oh, oh, oh I'm doing it agaaaaain!" She
grabbed Kevin's buttocks again and pulled him deep within her. Kevin
stroked her a little harder, a little faster now, with each stroke
she seemed to come again and again. She opened her soft, brown eyes,
dazed with lust and looked up into her brother's grinning face. "Oh,
god! Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck your sister! Harder! Please fuck me harder!"
     "Mom? Is it all right?"
     Mindy smiled. "If she asks for it, then give it to her" As Kevin
began to thrust both faster and deeper, she began to masturbate,
feeling a warm happiness flow through her. She was so proud of her
manly little boy, such a good little fucker. She watched them for a
minute or so, getting hotter and wetter herself. She knew what she
needed, now.

     Gina was by now bouncing on her father's disk like a rubber
ball. Mindy knelt behind her daughter and reached around her,
jiggling her bouncing mammarys. "Gina honey," she said seductively,
"your mommy is sooo hot now. She needs to have her yummy pussy
licked. Would you lick your mommy's pussy while your daddy fucks you
from behind?"
     Gina stopped and leaned back against Mindy. Turning her head,
she kissed her mother on the lips and said, "Would you like me to do
that, mommy? Make you come with my mouth while daddy comes inside
me?" She pulled off Frank and Mindy lay down on her back. Kneeling
down and spreading her legs, Gina moved her face in close. "Mommy,
your pussy looks good enough to eat!"
     Frank now joined in. "Do it, punkin! Eat your mommy's pussy.
I'll fuck you so good!" He pushed his cock back up inside his
daughter and continued pounding into her.
     With a look of pure fucklust on her face, Gina rubbed her face
against Mindy's crotch. "Oh, mommy, daddy's fucking me. What shall I
do?"
     "Start licking, baby. Lick your mommy." Gina, practically
drooling, clamped her mouth over her mother's pussy. Mindy felt a
blast of pure pleasure invade her privates. "Ohhhh, that's it. Keep
licking, baby. Oh yeah, that's it. Use your fingers, darling, Finger
your mommy." 
     Gina slid her index finger across Mindy's wet twat, gathering
moisture. Then she slowly penetrated her mother's pussy. She pushed
her finger in as far as it would go, pulled it back out, then added a
second finger. Soon, three, then all four fingers were sliding in and
out. 

     Mindy was consumed by climax after climax. At long last, she
finally felt fulfilled. Her daughter's lovely young hand was filling
her up completely. All four fingers were moving in and out, up to the
thumb. Gina had almost her entire hand inside her mother. Mindy's
pleasure doubled again, then again. Her head was tossing from side to
side as she felt another orgasm building. As she looked over at her
youngest children fucking like animals, it hit her, the biggest
orgasm of all.

     Frank could hardly believe his eyes. Here was his daughter
practically fisting her mother while he fucked her soundly. Fucking
his little girl, his own flesh. He knew that anytime he wanted, his
daughter would come to him, beg him to penetrate her and ride her
ruthlessly. As he screwed her faster and faster, he could tell that
she was close to orgasm. She reached back and tickled his balls. As
they contracted from the sudden shock of her contact, he thrusted one
last time, and his cock began to fire stream after hot stream into
his daughter's boiling box.

     Lisa lay under her delicious brother with his hard cock plunging
ever deeper and faster into her and came yet again. She had lost
count of the number of times she had come. She never wanted it to
end. Oh Kevin, she thought, please never stop fucking me. And daddy
too. She knew she wanted to feel his grown up cock inside her. She
wanted to feel him stretching her pussy, stretching it until it
burst. But big or small, she just needed cocks inside her, all the
time. Oh, my what dirty, nasty thoughts for a little girl like me to
have. Oh no, here comes a big one, oh, cummmmmm!

     Kevin was pounding his little sister without mercy now, and she
was loving every bit of it. She seemed to just come and come and with
each orgasm, she wanted more. So he gave it to her. Grinning like the
devil, his little hips jerked back and forth in a blur as he humped
her faster and faster. His cock, thin and long, was meeting little
resistance from her well greased pussy. He could feel another orgasm
wracking the diminutive girl's body. He thought of his father,
fucking his mommy and his big sister with his lovely cock, so big, so
fat. As he thought of this his hips jerked forward and locked as his
orgasm caused his spasming cock to fire hot jets of his cum into her.

     Gina fingered her mommy's pussy while her daddy pushed his big,
fat juicy cock deep into her. She loved it! Her hand was soaking with
her mommy's juices, while her own juice had coated her daddy's hot
cock, making slide into her so easy, so deep. As she felt her mommy's
orgasm cause her cunt to contract around her hand, she reached
between her own legs with her free hand and tickled Frank's balls. As
she did this, she heard him groan loudly and grab her hips, pulling
her back into him, pushing himself deeply within her. She felt a hot,
burning feeling in her pussy then, and knew that both her parents had
come. She had brought both of them to simultaneous orgasm. The mere
thought of it was enough to melt her body. Her cunt started to
contract, and she felt an earth-shattering orgasm slam into her,
shattering her into a million pieces.

     Later that night, as Gina lay in bed, she thought back of all
the day's events. How wonderful those tapes were. Kevin lay next to
her with his head on her shoulder, gently snoring. She ran her hand
over his arms and back and wondered what he would look like when his
body started developing muscles. She liked that idea. She imagined
him, all strong and handsome, lying on top of her, working his big,
hairy cock in and out of her. Lisa cuddled close to her other side,
sleeping, and occasionally murmured and moved her hands slightly. Her
eyes moved back and forth behind the lids as she dreamed. Gina
wondered if she was dreaming about Kevin, or herself, or mom and dad.
As she fell asleep, she wondered what the future would bring. Who
were the people who had invented the tapes, and what were their
ultimate plans. After the whole world has been taped, she thought,
what then? Will they be aliens from outer space or something like
that? Will they be good? Gina hoped so. She wanted to be good. Deep
down, she also knew that what she wanted made no difference now. She
would do, and become, anything that the tapes wanted. Because *she*
was a tape slave.

    ---------------------------Part II---------------------------

                              Chapter 6
                              The World

"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a
human face - forever."
     GEORGE ORWELL, 1984

"Ford's in his flivver, all's well with the world."
     ALDOUS HUXLEY, Brave New World

     The year ended, like they all do. Another year followed, and
then another.

     It was now two and a half years after the Robinson's first
taping The entire world's population had also been turned into tape
slaves, the last ones joining a year ago. No longer was there any
need for secrecy. The Community Centers were in every town and
village now, large and small. People regularly went to them to
receive tape instructions, which were carried out with absolute
obedience.

     The world remained much as it had been before, though, with some
few exceptions. In the early days, people were programmed for
absolute sexual fidelity with their family members and close friends.
As the number of tape slaves increased, people could go to a
Community Center and, with all parties present, mutually petition to
have each other included in their 'sex circle' as they were called.
Usually these petitions were approved instantly, the only refusals
were made if one of the partners was carrying a disease. Gina
Robinson had friends who, meeting each other at parties and hitting
it off, would go directly to a Center, have themselves approved for
sex, return to the party and then fuck each other's brains out, all
within an hour. By now, most of the kids had several hundred people
in their sex circle, their were some, like young Lisa Robinson, with
over a thousand. 

     Rape and domestic abuse were becoming a quaint anachronism. No
one could ever harm anyone inside their sex circle, nor be in any way
sexual with anyone on the outside. Sex and violence had been
completely separated from each other. Prostitution still existed, but
since all the ladies were tape slaves, and wouldn't have sex with
anyone not in their circle, special Centers had been set up in red
light districts to provide instant approval for the girls and their
johns. Mostly, only people who had a special fetish for hookers or
rich people with money to burn would pay for something that virtually
everyone else now got for free. Though a few with exceptional beauty
or talents could still demand top dollar for their services.

     One almost never saw a homeless person wandering the streets
anymore either. Among the last to be made tape slaves, they had all
been rounded up and brought to Community Centers during the final
stage of what was now referred to as "The Gathering." There, they
were fed, clothed, taped and offered a job working at one of the new
Centers opening all over the world. Most took the offer, though a few
still chose to return to the streets to beg. Some wondered why they
weren't just taped to want to join the Centers.

     Drug addiction was declining, too. While addicts were allowed to
continue using drugs if they wanted to, anyone who presented himself
at a Community Center and asked for help was happily obliged and
taped to remove all cravings for drugs. In the case of some
addictions, like heroin, the person might be kept until the physical
withdrawal symptoms had subsided. But all left the Centers completely
recovered, never to even consider taking drugs again. A few
governments were currently running campaigns in their countries to
have everyone taped to refuse drugs, but even if they could have
gotten some kind of law passed, it would have done no good. Early on,
the Community Centers had been granted complete sovereignty over
their own grounds, like foreign embassies, and their employees
complete immunity from any prosecution. No government on earth was
allowed to enter one, even with a warrant.

     Life for the most part went on as before. People still got born,
lived their lives, died, and tried to make the best of it. They fell
in love, married, had kids, cheated on their taxes, made friends and
enemies, stole from each other, killed each other in wars. When
people separated or divorced, one or both might petition a Center to
have their personal circle dissolved. These requests were always
granted, regardless of the feelings of the other party, no questions
asked, though the injunctions against violence were never removed.
Once you had loved somebody, you could never hurt them again.

     And the biggest mystery of all still remained. Who were the
people behind the tape players? Why had they never come forward? What
were their ultimate plans? That question remained a perennial
favorite on talk shows, but despite endless speculation, no one had
ever reported making any kind of contact with an "Overlord" as they
were called.

                              Chapter 7
                              The Lovers

"Love is too young to know what conscience is."
     WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

"A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another."
     JESUS OF NAZARATH

     Gina Robinson, now a high school senior, complete with driver's
license, drove her mother's car to see Hannah Bliss, home from
college for Christmas. Gina had matured into a pretty young woman,
though you had to look hard to see it. Her eyes were no longer quite
so wide and innocent looking, she had grown both up and out. She now
wore glasses and kept her blonde hair cut short. She dressed
modestly. tending towards pants or long dresses and long sleeved
blouses, even during the warm Southern Californian summers. She was
studious and kept straight A's in school, but was considered
something of a prude. She didn't have a lot of people in her circle,
only about a hundred.
     Gina parked in front of the house, walked up to the front door,
and rang the bell. A middle aged, redheaded woman answered. She wore
a sports bra, tights, and running shoes. That was all. Gina noticed
her red pubic hair had been trimmed into an neat arrow pointing down
to an otherwise bald pussy.
     "Hello Mrs. Bliss," Gina said. "Is Hannah home?"
     "Hello Gina. Yes, she's upstairs with Irene in her room. Go on
up. I'm going running. Bye!" Mrs. Bliss ran out the door and started
jogging down the block.

     Gina went upstairs and entered Hannah's room. Hannah was lying
on her bed, with Irene Taylor on top of her. giving mutual oral
pleasure. Hannah and Irene had been lovers ever since their first
taping, almost four years ago. Friends since early childhood, they
soon became passionate lovers, doing everything together. The joke
around school was if you wanted to find either of them, the best
place to look was between the other's legs. All through high school
their sex circles had been identical, they insisted that if you
wanted to be approved with one, you had to be approved with the
other. Except for their family members Gina couldn't think of anyone
who had fucked either of them one on one. Hannah was a year older
than Irene and, of course, had asked Irene to be her date for the
senior prom. When Hannah graduated last year she almost didn't go to
college, because she'd have to leave her lover behind. After some
rather painful episodes, a solution was reached. Hannah secretly
proposed to Irene, giving her an engagement ring and swearing to come
back and marry her. Tearfully, Irene said goodbye to her sweetheart
and Hannah was packed off back east to study architecture. Irene
moped for weeks. Gina, feeling sorry for Irene, spent some nights
with her after that, helping her get by without her lover. Irene
would ask Gina to wear a red wig and pretend to be Hannah in bed.
Gina enjoyed helping out, though she found Irene to be a little
sex-crazed. Come to think of it, having had fucked the pair of them
many times over the last year, she found them both a little
sex-crazed.

     As she stood there, they munched on each other's dripping
snatches. They had obviously been going at it for some time. Gina
smelled the strong aroma of girl sex hanging in the room. "Knock,
knock," she said eventually.
     Irene looked up, smiling. Her face was covered with Hannah's
plentiful juices. "Mmmmm. Fresh meat!"
     "Gina!" Hannah pushed Irene off of her "C'mon, love. Put it back
in your pants." Of course, neither of them were wearing pants, or
much else for that matter. Hannah jumped up and ran to Gina. Throwing
her arms around her she gave her a long, passionate hug while she
showered her face with kisses. "Oh you're even prettier now than when
I left."
     Hannah was probably being polite, but Gina felt accepted the
compliment graciously. "Thank you. How's college treating you?"
     "Not as well as Irene has been, since I got back. So come tell
me everything and everyone you've been doing while I've been gone."
She led Gina to the bed and they sat down. Irene lay back and
masturbated while they chatted about things.
     "So Gina, are you seeing anyone steady yet?"
     Gina sighed "No, Hannah."
     "Hmmm. Well now that I'm back, I'll see if I can't find someone
for you." Hannah had set Gina up on dates with a number of boys and
girls during her tenure at Falcon Hill High. Gina had felt that the
kids her own age were usually interested in only one thing, which she
didn't mind giving them, but she felt somehow unfulfilled afterwards.
The relationships seldom lasted longer than a few weeks. Hannah,
undeterred, saw Gina as a 'project'.
     Gina said, "Actually, for the last few months, I've been
spending most of my free time servicing that nymphomaniac you call a
fiancee."
     Hannah looked back at Irene, sliding Hannah's vibrator deep
inside her with one hand while she fingered her clit with the other.
"Irene, you naughty little girl!" She said in a mock tone of
disapproval.
     Irene, though a good half foot taller then her lover, was
definitely the more submissive partner. Her hands froze, the vibrator
still humming deep inside her, and looked up at Hannah sheepishly. "I
can't help it! You know how much I need to have it! Besides we never
promised to not fuck anyone else."
     "That's true." Hannah agreed, reflectively.
     "So who's been inside you these last few months?" Irene asked,
gaining momentum.
     "What an impertinent question! I think you've been a naughty,
nasty girl while I've been gone." Hannah paused, then said slyly, "I
think you need to be taught a lesson."
     Irene's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh yes! A lesson!"
She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and set it on the bed next
to her. She leaned over to Hannah's night table, opened the drawer
and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. With practiced ease, she snapped
a cuff on one hand, brought her hands behind her back, and leaning
back, locked her free hand in the other cuff. She lay back on the
bed, arms trapped behind her and looked to her lover expectantly.
     Hannah took the hem of Gina's blouse and gently began to pull it
from her skirt. "Gina, would you please tell me exactly what you've
been doing with this slut. I need to find out just how naughty she's
been before I decide what to do with her."
     Gina, drawn into the spirit of the moment, felt a wetness
developing between her legs. Helping Hannah pull the blouse up over
her head, she spoke. "Well, first she'd call me and start telling me
how lonely she was, and horny, and how she needed my help."
     Hannah snorted "Hmph. Typical. Please, go on," Hannah prompted,
undoing the buttons on her long dress skirt.
     "So I get there, and she's in her room all red-eyed like she's
been crying. I take her in my arms and she starts bawling, saying she
thinks that you don't love her anymore, that you've found someone
else."
     Hannah finished the last button and now slowly pulled the skirt
from Gina's legs. It lay in a pile on the rug. "Did she say that?
Irene, honey. What am I going to do with you?"
     "I can explain. She was..." Irene said meekly.
     Hannah interrupted "Slut! Too late for explanations!" Turning
back to Gina she winked, then said calmly, "I'm sorry. You were
saying?"
     Gina stood and removed her panties and bra "So I calm her down
and wipe away her tears. She says you write her and call her all the
time, but she just knows it's an act. That you're secretly hoping
she'll lose interest in you so you can find someone better."
     Hannah turned back to the handcuffed girl. "Someone better, eh?
Someone who's not such a fucking whore slut! Is that what you think
I'm doing? Finding someone who's not such a pussy, like you?"
     Irene swallowed hard, then started, "I..."
     Hannah jumped up "Did I ask you to speak!!?" Irene clamped her
mouth shut. Hannah leaned over the bed, bringing her face close to
Irene's. "Did I? Answer me!" she yelled.
     Irene's chin was trembling, tears welling in her eyes. "No." was
all she could say. Hannah pulled away and paced the room looking mad
as hell. Her thighs, wet from the juices running down her legs gave
her away a little, but she continued. "All right, twat, let's get to
the bottom of this!" With a deep breath she turned back to the now
nude Gina. "Gina," she asked politely as Miss Manners, "I want to
thank you for telling me about this. You're a good friend. Still, I
think I need you to show me some of the things you two did together.
Could you do that for me, please?"
     Gina, who always got off on Hannah and Irene's little dom/sub
games, was now quite ready to show her exactly what she and Irene had
done together. "Well, it was like this. First I get on top of her,
like this." She got on the bed and lay down on Irene. "She asks me to
play with her nipples, just like you do." She took Irene's chocolate
brown nipples in her hands and began rubbing and swirling her thumbs
around them. "She closes her eyes and says it feels just like you. So
I start pinching them, just like I've seen you do to her." She took
both nipples in her fingers and squeezed. Irene's nipples grew even
harder as she continued.
     Gina took the vibrator from the bed and started running it along
her own nipples. "I see. So you've got the bitch by the nips, and
you've got her all hot and heavy. What happens then?"
     "So then I move down her body and start to rub our pussys
against each other." Gina sat up and moved back. She took Irene's
legs and holding them up, she pressed herself into her. "And as I
start rubbing her, she starts screaming 'Do me, Hannah! Make me cum!'
You know, stuff like that." Gina humped herself against Irene's
hairless pussy, both girl's clits exposed and swollen.
     "Hannah? She called you Hannah?"
     "Mmph. That's right, Hannah." Gina's lust took over and she
fucked the poor handcuffed girl mercilessly.
     Hannah climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over Irene's
face. "I see the problem now! This fucking whore can't seem to tell
us apart. Well, we're just going to have to teach her which one is
which." She brought herself down onto her lover's face. Irene, unable
to think anything anymore, smelled that familiar pussy pushed down
onto her nose, and rubbed her tongue against Hannah's clitoris. The
juices ran down the sides of her face. "Feel this, bitch? This is
Hannah. This is my sloppy cunt in your face, slut! Oh, yeah. keep
licking, don't you fucking stop, do you hear me?! Gina's got your
fucking twat, while I've got your face." Hannah took the vibrator,
still in her hand, and played it over Irene's nipples. She rocked her
hips back and forth, emphasizing each word she shouted out "Oh. Yeah.
Lick Hannah. Fuck Gina. Lick Hannah. Fuck. Oh. Lesson... Lick. Lick.
Fuuuuuck!" Hannah came violently, drenching Irene, filling her mouth
with her sweet, salty girl cum. This pushed Irene over the edge, and
she pushed her hips up into Gina, who knowing that the other two
girls were cumming, also climaxed. The room was filled with cries of
sweet agony.

     "So then she shows me the ring you bought her and some of your
letters, and reads them to me. We cuddle up and fall asleep together
after that."
     "Awww, that's so sweet." Hannah brushed a stray lock of hair
from Irene's peaceful face and kissed her tenderly on the lips."
     Gina watched the pair kissing, observing how perfectly suited
they seemed. A feeling of melancholia descended on her. She knew that
she always had a standing invitation to join them, she loved them and
they loved her, but she would never be able to go all the way to that
private place they shared together. Happy for them, she dispaired for
herself. Watching, she felt a tear welling up in her eye. Turning
away from them, she gazed at the sky outside through the window. Her
eyes lost their focus, staring into the blue nothingness. She let her
sadness wash through her. Always an outsider, she thought, always
looking through the window. She withdrew into herself, pulling her
legs up against her chest and silently wallowed in her self-pity.
     Hannah and Irene stopped kissing and looked at the poor girl
sharing their bed, if not their innermost hearts. Looking back to
each other, they shared a look that both could read: 'We really gotta
find someone for her.' Hannah nodded.
     Gina felt a hand on her shoulder. "Gina honey, are you OK?"
Gina's eyes were closed and she seemed to be sobbing. Moody bitch,
thought Hannah. Why does she torture herself like that? One guy she
had set him up with last year later confided to her that he found
Gina a little baffling. "It's like she pulls you toward her with one
arm while she pushes you away with the other. If she wants somebody,
fine, if not, also fine. But Jeez, I wish she'd make up her mind
already! Nothing personal, Hannah," he said, "I like her. She's
really smart, and pretty good in bed. But I just can't figure her
out." Hannah wished she could help her, but was at a loss what to do.

     One thing she did know. When Gina got into one of her moods, the
best thing to do was to leave her alone for a while. Hannah and Irene
crept off the bed and went to the bathroom to shower. They washed and
dried each other's young, firm bodies and returned, wearing soft
terrycloth robes. Gina's crying had played itself out by now and she
lay there, flipping rapidly through one of Hannah's teen magazines,
barely even looking at it.
     "Gina honey, we're going to a party later." Irene said, trying
to raise Gina's spirits. "Lots of really cute guys! You want to come
with us?"
     "Whatever. I don't care." Gina replied without looking up, still
flipping pages. Smiling, the two girls dropped their robes and jumped
on top of her. Irene, bigger and stronger than Gina, held her down
while Hannah tickled her. Gina screamed and fought fiercely, but was
held down firmly by Irene, while Hannah's fingers dug into her ribs,
under her arms. Laughing uncontrollably, Gina squirmed, "Knock it
off! Stop, please!"
     "Not until you promise to come with us."
     "Stop! All right, I'll come." 
     Hannah stopped her attack. "Promise?"
     Gina sighed. "I promise."
     "OK Irene, let her go." Irene released her while Hannah pulled
her close and hugged her. "Now, wasn't that easy?"
     "Bitch," Gina said, petulantly.
     "Absolutely! C'mon, It'll be fun. Maybe you'll meet somebody
really nice."
     "Yeah, right."
     "Girl, you got to learn to roll with the punches. Keep trying.
And for Christ's sake, cheer up!" 
     Smiling in spite of herself, Gina gave Hannah a dig in the ribs,
making her squirm. "Well *that's* for tickling me!" Hannah stuck out
her tongue at Gina. She could always bring her around again after one
of her blue times, that was one of the reasons she liked her so much.
She had also grown closer to Irene during the last few months. If
only they hadn't found each other, she thought. That brought back a
sliver of the depression she had felt earlier, but she pushed it back
down with a shake of her head. "I told my mom I'd be home for dinner."
     "Go ahead. We'll pick you up around eight."

                              Chapter 8
                            The Home Life

"The meaning of life is that it stops."
     FRANZ KAFKA

"May you live all the days of your life."
     JONATHAN SWIFT

     When Gina returned home she found Mindy, her mother, in the
kitchen bent over the kitchen table. An old man wearing a cap with a
rooster comb on the top was driving his erect penis in and out of
her. 
     It was Mr. Withers, one of the Robinson's neighbors from down
the block. A few months ago his wife had passed away, and he had gone
a little mad from grief and senility. Now he was convinced that he
was a rooster and all the women on the block were his chickens. He
was totally harmless and the ladies on the block felt sorry for him.
So they all had themselves approved for sex with him. He would show
up about once a week or so and, always wearing that ridiculous cap,
proceed to screw each lady in the house he had been approved for. He
always entered her from behind, and only lasted a few seconds before
he pulled out and shot his load on the lady's backside.
     Cumming almost at once he shouted "Cock! Cock! Cock a doodle
doo!" and spurted his wad onto Mindy's lower back The woman grabbed a
dish rag and wiped up the goo. Tossing the rag back on the table, she
gave Gina a weak smile and left the room hurriedly. Gina thought she
seemed a little nervous, or worried, or something. I wonder what's
bothering her, she reflected.
     The man crowed again, this time at Gina. "Come on, little
chicky. There's plenty left for you." He stood there running his hand
along his cock. Gina smiled, sorry for the poor, old man. She pulled
off her panties and assumed the same position as had her mother,
spreading her legs and bending over the table, throwing her long
dress over her head. The man slid into her, gave her a few rapid
shoves, then pulled out and splashed his seed on Gina's buttocks. The
man crowed again, pulled up his shorts and left, without a word to
anyone.
     Gina wiped herself up and pulled her panties back on. She
remembered the tragic look of shock he had worn at the wife's
funeral. Married for forty years, now suddenly alone, he seemed to be
ready to die himself, if only to rejoin his beloved Edith. He was too
numb to cry, so Gina cried for him. He withdrew into his house in the
days that followed, hardly ever emerging. Now he seemed to be happy,
if a trifle confused. During his more lucid moments he was a charming
and interesting fellow. Gina often stopped to chat with him as he
watered his lawn or tended his garden. He had traveled and done much
during his life and loved to relate his experiences.

     Gina went upstairs and showered. She put on a pair of white
panties with only a hint of lace around the top. She pulled on some
long sweats and a loose fitting top with long sleeves then went
downstairs to do some studying.

     Her brother, Kevin, was sitting on the living room couch. Now a
freshman in high school, he was popular with the other freshmen. He
wore his sandy blonde hair long and shaggy, and his formerly silly
grin had turned positively goofy. He wrestled and worked out and was
developing a nice muscular body, but was still as mellow and
easy-going as anyone you'd want to meet. Joey Hebert, a fellow
freshman, was sitting close to him. Kevin ran his fingers over Joey's
chin.
     "Feel it! A *hair*. I'm growing a beard." Joey said.
     Kevin peered and felt. "I don't see anything." Kevin pulled him
closer.
     "Right there!"
     "Oh yeah, I see it." Kevin's fingers traced circles around
Joey's chin and lips. Joey's lips parted and Kevin's index finger
slowly moved into his mouth. Joey slowly sucked on the finger, which
Kevin slid deeper and deeper. Now Joey brought his hand up and
inserted his finger into Kevin's mouth. They sucked on each other,
rubbing their cheeks together, feeling for that elusive first hair.

     Gina sat in the easy chair and started reading a textbook on
Sociology. She swiftly scanned the pages. As she did, each word and
illustration was instantly impressed into her mind. She could still
recall with almost perfect clarity every textbook she had ever read
since the day she first became a tape slave. She often wondered how