M/f, f/f, M/ff, MF
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Castle In The Sand
By Deana Johns.
Copyright 1997
All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is
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collection, also provided this header remains intact.
Permission to archive is also granted.
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This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it,
don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I
am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin
with.

My most sincere thanks go to Jean Walker for the
outstanding -and massive- task of editing  this story. If
there is something wrong, then it is my fault as I did
some of my own editing afterward, adding back in sections
I had once removed to make it tamer in hopes of
publishing it.

As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I
especially like to hear from women.  Please reply to:
deanajohns at softcom dot net
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                    Castle In the Sand

Chapter  16

"Well, well, so this is where you two got off to."  John
heard. "If I knew whom to be jealous of, I might be mad!"

Cindy lifted her head and said: "Oh Pooh! Get your ass
over here so I can kiss it!"

"I'd rather you started with my lips!" Theresa chuckled
as she moved into bed with them.

John knew how dangerous the situation could be, so he put
his heart into helping Cindy attack Theresa.

Their hands were all over her. Theresa was overwhelmed by
the attack. But she felt less slighted as a result of it.
She started to giggle as Cindy's fingers played over her
body. John's lips on her throat were almost enough to
convince her into staying. But she pulled back laughing.

"No, I'll start breakfast. You two are *much* too hungry.
I'd better feed you out of self defense. You two play
while I make coffee."

She kissed the two of them quickly. Not quite quick
enough as Cindy left a purple hickey on one of her ass
cheeks while she was kissing John. She pulled away trying
to look at her ass in the mirror.

"Damn, you're after my blood now! Marked for life! I
don't know what got into you two, but you can show me
after breakfast!" Theresa half giggled as she left the
room.

"Why don't you two rape each other or something, but
don't show up in the kitchen until I'm safe!" she called
back over her shoulder.

John trotted to the bathroom. Cindy right behind him. She
caught his hand as he went to leave as she plunked down
on the toilette.  She held him as she urinated, pulling
his hand to her face and kissing his palm then pulling it
down to her breasts.

John stood before her, not knowing what to do. Slightly
embarrassed by the situation. Bathroom privacy was
something he had always honored around the girls.

Cindy had her own thoughts on the matter. She pulled his
hips forward and sucked his member into her warm mouth.
The surprise of the attack and the slight edge of the
forbidden took him without warning and his member grew
quickly.

Cindy took a free hand and grasped a wad of paper to dab
at herself. Then she moved off the toilette, still
holding John in her mouth. Her hand moved back to flush
and she moved back against the sink. Lifting her legs to
either side of him, using her heels to pull him forward.
She guided him with her hands to the opening of her
vagina and pulled him forward into her. Moaning in
pleasure as he entered her tight vagina. She wrapped her
arms around his neck and kissed him like she had never
kissed him before. Somehow driving her tongue deeper into
his mouth as her legs clamped around his hips.

John was taken aback by the sudden onslaught. Not knowing
what to do he began to move himself inside the young
girl. Slowly at first to lube himself on her juices,
which were in abundance. She was hot and ready. She
started to bounce ferociously on his hips. Driving his
half dry member into her. Loving every painful stroke.

John got an idea and moved around to open the shower
door. He reached in and somehow adjusted the water with
this lithe girl bouncing in a frenzy on his hips. He
walked her back into the warm spray. Her lips locked upon
his. Her fingers clawing at his back as he moved her
against the cold shower wall.

He drove into her as her body felt the mixed sting of hot
water and the cold of the tile on her back. John got an
idea and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands. The tips of
his fingers playing over her tender anus, washing it as
he moved. She went crazier. Screaming in his ear as her
body convulsed against the wall.

John lowered her to the floor. Holding her upon her feet
as her legs hardly seemed worthy of the task. He moved
behind her and bent her over. Again stroking into her
vagina as the water splashed over the back of her head
and down over her body. John stroked another dozen
strokes to insure he got enough of her juices on himself
and then he pulled her back out of the stream. Spreading
her ass cheeks as he moved back. She instantly understood
and moved her hips back into his. He positioned the head
of his unit against her now tender but yearning anus. He
had to fight her movements to keep her from forcing him
in too quickly. Even so it was too dry.

Against his better judgment John moved his penis back
into her vagina to pick up more lube. The effect was not
lost on Cindy as she began to buck wildly in front of
him.

Once again John pushed against her anus and this time she
moved back a little too suddenly. She screamed in mixed
pain and pleasure and she rammed back upon him. John
grabbed her hips and held her firm to him until she got
used to it. He stood her up and grabbed her tits with one
hand while the other found her clitoris.

Cindy was crying in between her frenzied gasps. Tears ran
freely down her cheeks and mingled with the shower water.
Slowly a feeling of warmth and fulfillment came over her.
Never had she known the feelings of passion and pleasure
she felt at that moment.

When John felt her relax he began to slowly move within
her. Furiously rubbing her clitoris and pinching her
nipples to distract her from the pain. He kissed her on
the neck and her body shuddered back against him. She
twisted her head around and he kissed her deeply over her
shoulder.
Now they began to move together in unison. The fiery
poker of his penis all that Cindy wanted to feel. The
touch of his hands upon her body. The feel of his tongue
sliding around hers.

John kept the movement slow and rhythmic. Kept them out
of the stream of water lest they wash away the precious
natural lubrication.

Cindy felt something growing inside her like she had
never felt before. Not like the night before when it had
been a hot driving passion that had driven her to abuse
herself. This was a soft tingling feeling that
encompassed her whole being. A warm sort of numbness
flowed out over her whole body.
John thought he could gauge where Cindy was at, although
he was now into an area where he himself had no
experience. Driven by instinct which told him to move
slowly and let his passion grow along with Cindy's.
Feeling the warmth of her body sliding over his member.
Feeling her lithe body under his fingertips. Her young
tongue searching within his mouth. They moved together
slowly to the biggest (and yet not somehow) orgasm either
had ever experienced. They had entered a world of pure,
gentle passion that was beyond ether's realm of
experience.

When John's orgasm hit it was a slow, welling up burning
that consumed his whole being. Cindy moaned with
delighted pleasure as her whole body became one big goose
bump.

Something exploded within the two of them. John's semen
like liquid fire within her, almost burning her and yet
warming her soul like nothing ever had.

Somehow they separated and moved together into the stream
of water.
Sometime later they became aware that they were washing
each others bodies. Rubbing together and languishing in
the feel of each others skin as the slid against each
other. They shared a deep, soft kiss that seemed to last
a week. Then they washed each others hair and rinsed off.

Kissing once more tenderly as they left the spray for the
warmth of dry towels. Somehow they managed to dry each
other off. Not a word was spoken from the time they had
entered the bathroom. Now they moved off to find what
little clothing they needed to stave off the chill of the
moisture evaporating from their satiated bodies.

John had to go down to the master bedroom for a terry
jumpsuit. Cindy still had clothes in the guest room.

Cindy encountered John in the elevator on the way to the
kitchen. She pulled him gently to her and kissed him
softly. She pulled back and their eye's shared a look
neither really understood. All they knew was that
something significant had happened. Each in their way
knew that they should seldom let it happen again. It was
too intense. The feelings way too much to handle
verbally. John nodded to her and they shared another soft
kiss. Then the door opened and they moved off to join
Theresa in the kitchen.


Chapter  17

Theresa looked up at the two of them as they entered. She
looked back to the French toast, and then suddenly jerked
her gaze back to the two of them. Something was
different. She looked long and hard trying to pin it
down. Neither seemed to be paying any particular
attention to the other. But there was some undefined ....
*power* between them. Theresa felt a wave of jealousy and
a pang of loneliness at being left out of whatever it
was.

John came over and kissed her tenderly on the neck....
too tenderly. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her
back against him. He hugged her to him and moved off,
kissing her once more as he pulled back. Next came Cindy
who didn't fool around about pulling her into a full body
hug. Her lips descending upon hers tenderly... too
tenderly. Part of Theresa's loneliness faded, but part of
her psyche heard the scream of alarm bells. Whatever it
was, they both seemed to be willing to share it with her.
But neither seemed anxious to tell her what had
transpired between them.

Cindy pulled back a bit and whispered: "I love you" in
her ear. Theresa was startled.

They had each carelessly tossed "*Luv ya's*" at each
other in the past. But this was the first time Cindy had
ever said it so clearly... or so seriously.

The clanging of alarms got louder within Theresa. All she
could do was nod and accept the lips that kissed her too
tenderly before she could speak. Her body was quivering
with desire and fright when Cindy finally moved off.

"So what's for breakfast?" Cindy queried absently looking
at the French toast.

Theresa stood there a moment dumbfounded.

"What the fuck happened to you two?" was all she could
say.

John looked up from his coffee. "Why? What do you mean?"

Cindy just looked at her puzzled.

Theresa didn't know whether to cry or scream. She
stammered a bit and then calmed herself down.

Composing her thoughts she said: "Well, lets see. about
forty-five minutes ago I awoke *alone* in bed. You two
were nowhere in sight. I found the two of you snuggled in
the guest room. When I woke you the two of you seemed
hell bent on sucking my blood. Now forty minutes later
you both come out like two dweebed out zombies and touch
me as softly as a piece of crystal that would break.
That's what I mean what the fuck happened to you two!"

"Oh... Well, last night after you went to sleep I got to
feeling frisky. Rather than disturb you we used the guest
room." Cindy said absently. Her eye's flicking to John
for support.

Theresa noted the eye movement and turned to John.

He shrugged and said: "And you told us not to enter the
kitchen until you were safe. So Cindy and I made love in
the shower. I thought that's what you meant when you told
us to *rape* each other." he concluded wryly.

Theresa looked back and forth between them. Half knowing
they were telling the truth... and completely knowing
that it wasn't the whole truth. Finally she shrugged and
turned back to the French toast.

Cindy poured herself a cup of coffee and began moving
things to the table.

Theresa was half way to crying, but she didn't understand
why. All she knew was that something had transpired
between John and Cindy. Something important. Something
that didn't include her.

There was an uneasy silence as they ate.

"I think I'll see if the snow has cleared enough to roll
back the solarium." Cindy said absently.

"I think I'll take a swim myself." John said. "Wanna join
me?" he asked Theresa.

She looked startled... but dropped her eyes and nodded.
Just what the hell was going on? she asked herself.

They all helped with the clean up and then Cindy moved
off to the solarium.

John grabbed a carafe of coffee and a mug, queried
Theresa with his eyes to see if she wanted a cup. She
shook her head but tagged along behind him down to the
pool.

Once there he poured himself a half a cup and took a sip.
Then setting the carafe and his mug down he turned to
Theresa.

She stood there not having the vaguest idea of what she
was doing or why. John unzipped his jumper and stepped
slowly out of it, like he was stripping for her, then he
moved to her.

Theresa trembled as his hands moved around her. He pulled
her to him and kissed her tenderly... again too tenderly.
John could feel her quivering and deepened the kiss. His
hands felt her body through the soft material of her
clothes and then stripped off her tank top and terry
shorts.

She stood naked and shivering against him as he kissed
her. It seemed right to her... and yet not. Like he was
afraid he'd break her. Tears welled up in the corners of
her eyes and John kissed at them. Next thing she knew she
was sobbing against his chest.

"Hey, easy girl. No need for that!" he tried to comfort
her.

He walked her back to a lounge chair and sat down with
her on his lap. Theresa continued her sobbing.

John didn't know why she was sobbing, but knew enough to
keep caressing her. As he did so he continued to kiss at
her tears.

When his mouth found hers she was suddenly hungry for it.

In moments their passion rose. Theresa was tearing at his
back with her nails. She hadn't noticed the welts on it
from Cindy's earlier attack.

John responded the best he could to her passion.
Returning it measure for measure. Sensing this was no
time for tender foreplay, he entered her roughly. It was
the exact thing that Theresa wanted at the time.

Theresa feeling half relief, half fear, desiring nothing
but his manhood inside her. When her climax came it was
hard and wild. She bucked about with abandon as her body
convulsed beyond her control. She felt John's inert seed
enter her, and she lost all thought.

She slowly came back to find herself once more upon his
lap. He was caressing her softly. She lifted her head to
him and he kissed her tenderly. Now just the right degree
of tenderness.

While he kissed her he lifted her in his arms as he stood
and moved to the edge of the pool. He stepped off the
edge without lifting his head from the kiss. The warm
water enveloped them and they broke the surface still
kissing.

John kicked back and Theresa naturally extended her body
against his as they treaded water, still kissing.

John slowly swimming backwards until he bumped into a
floating lounge chair. He pulled himself up into it and
pulled Theresa into his lap once more. She snuggled
against him and they floated that way for a long time
without speaking. The warm water lapping at them as they
caressed each other. When he was firm enough she shifted
her position and they moved slowly to an open eye, face
to face orgasm.

Theresa collapsed against him and they floated together
for a whole hour with him still within her. Her snuggled
to his chest. Finally she kissed him softly and slid off
his lap. Swimming to the edge of the pool she pulled
herself out.

John watched her lithe body as she pulled herself out and
dried off. Then he swam to the edge and pulled himself
out. She moved to him with a towel and he pulled her into
a wet embrace. She giggled but moved the towel to dry him
as he kissed her. When she pulled back, she smiled at
him. Everything was right with the world she thought...
at least with John.

John renewed his coffee, frowned at the now cold liquid
and pulled on his jumper. He reached for Theresa once
more, but she giggled and moved off after giving him a
quick peck. John shrugged and headed for the Com room to
check his E-mail, by way of the Microwave in the kitchen.

Chapter  18
Theresa squinted into the solarium. Her friend was nude
upon her stomach as the sun warmed her shapely backside.
She was lying on a double wide chaise, a little to one
side. The shapely bulges of her breasts peeking out from
beneath her. The sun felt good as Theresa once again
stripped off her scant outfit. She stood nude in the
warming rays admiring her friends backside. Cindy stirred
a bit and squinted up at her. She smiled at the sight of
the lithe nude blonde above her and patted the chaise
next to her.

"Rub some oil on my back?" Cindy queried.

"Just what I had in mind." Theresa said playfully.

"Yeah, I'll bet that's all you had in mind, my darling
little minx." Cindy murmured good naturedly

"Do you object?"

"Looking forward to it, lover."

The word caught Theresa off guard. She didn't know why.
She *was* Cindy's *Lover*. Why should the statement
bother her? She didn't know. But somehow the statement
pleased her. She knelt on the chaise and squirted way too
much lotion onto her hands. She was looking forward to
working it into Cindy's soft skin.

She felt a wave of desire as she reached out and began to
rub the lotion onto her friend. At first she covered
Cindy's back, then her legs. Finally where she wanted to
rub in the first place, over the soft smooth mounds of
Cindy's ass. She felt the passion rising within her as
the soft flesh yielded under her gentle touch. Her
fingers dipping between the cheeks and Cindy winced a
bit.

"Careful there dear, I'm a bit tender there right now?"

"Why's that?" Theresa asked absently.

"Cause that delightful man of *ours* reamed me real good
this morning." Cindy replied tentatively.

"Back there? Did you want him to?" Theresa asked in
surprise.

"God yes, Back there! It was incredible. And Yes I wanted
him to!"

"Why? Did you really like it? Is that why you were so
strange at breakfast?"

Cindy chuckled, then sat up.

"My turn! I mean your turn!" she said devilishly.

Theresa moved to lay face down, but Cindy caught her half
way and kissed her deeply. Her hands found Theresa's
breasts and caressed them as they kissed.

Afterwards Cindy pushed her down onto her stomach and
squirted cool oil all over her back and between her ass
cheeks.

Theresa giggled as Cindy began to work the oil into her
skin. It probably needed it after the long soak she had
had with John. She pictured herself looking like a prune.

Cindy saw a different picture and she rubbed her hands
over the tight blondes soft skin. So perfect she thought,
admiring Theresa's backside. Her hands freely explored
the young blondes body as she worked the oil into the
skin. Then she indulged herself as Theresa had as she
rubbed the oil over her soft ass cheeks. Her fingers
moved along between the girls legs and up against her
vulva.

Theresa moaned softly in pleasure.

Cindy kept delving deeper with one hand between the
blondes legs while her other hand explored the crack of
her ass. The slick finger tip sliding gently over her
anus, teasing it.

Rather than a direct frontal assault upon the blondes
tender backside, instead Cindy squirted oil upon her
large breasts and knelt down and began to rub them all
over the girls back, paying particular attention to her
buns, but rubbing essentially her whole body with her
front side.

Theresa moaned with delight over the sensual massage. She
could feel Cindy's hard nipples surrounded by her large
soft breasts sliding up and down her backside.

Now Cindy added her fingertips to caress the blondes
sides. Adding a tongue sliding down her neck and behind
an ear.

Theresa was becoming more aroused by the moment. To feel
the firm brunettes body sliding sensually over her body.
Every so often a slick hand would slide beneath her and
over her nipples or between her legs. Just as often it
would slide over her vulva or tease her anus. Theresa
found herself desiring to be touched there more and more.

She didn't fight it when Cindy rolled her over onto her
back. She suddenly felt oil squirted over her breasts and
down her abdomen then between her legs. Cindy first
spread the oil with her fingers and then lay atop her and
began to squirm against her. Caressing her whole body
with her own.

Their lips met and their passion grew. Cindy's large firm
nipples sliding sensually over Theresa's, now as hard in
response. Her tongue began to explore Theresa's ears and
neck. Sliding down over her nipples and back and forth
sensually across her stomach.

She knew how to sneak up on her prey, just like John did.
Her tongue tracing the line from her hip bones down the
natural crevice and around her clitoris. The tongue
explored seemingly at random, slowly zeroing in on her
love button. All the while Cindy's fingertips were
exploring the rest of her body, tweaking her nipples or
sliding under her ass to tease her tender anus.

Without Theresa being aware of it Cindy had zeroed in not
only on her clitoris with her tongue, but upon her anus
with her fingertips. Her one hand moving back and forth
between Theresa's nipples.

Cindy guided Theresa's hands to her own nipples. Which
freed her hand up to explore the rest of her body. It
slipped between her labial lips and a finger began to
explore inside her. Knowing instinctively how to rub and
turn and twist to find and caress Theresa's G-spot.
Cindy's tongue found Theresa's clitoris in earnest as her
fingertips began probing inwards on her anus.

Everything felt like a natural progression in their
lovemaking. Theresa hardly noticed when a finger snaked
inside her tender orifice. It seemed a natural thing. Her
mind awash with the passion of the assault upon her
tender body. Her hips writhing in response to Cindy's
attentions. Her anus opening to the further assault of an
additional finger, then another.

Cindy's other finger tweaking her G-spot as her tongue
lashed rhythmically at her clitoris.

Theresa was now gasping for every lung full of air. Never
had she known this deep an assault from her lover. Had
she thought of it, never before had Cindy done any more
than just a cursory probe of her backside with a little
finger. Now her fingers were deep inside both her pussy
and her anus. Theresa was consumed with what Cindy was
doing to her. She was totally abandoned to whatever her
lover wanted to do to her.

Cindy knew exactly what she was doing to the young
blonde. She sensed every quivering muscle in the girls
body. She could feel the tension of orgasm quickly
building. Too soon. She backed off slightly from each of
her probes until she held her friend right on the very
precipice of orgasm. She kept her there until Theresa was
begging for release. Cindy held her there with her tongue
and the fingers in her backside as she withdrew the
fingers from inside her. She used them to bracket and
peel back the skin over the clitoris so she would have
the most control. She snaked a little finger back into
the tight vagina as a reference for the blondes muscle
tension. She brought Theresa to the edge again and again,
holding her there mercilessly.

Tears streamed down Theresa's cheeks. Her whole body
burned for release. She didn't understand what Cindy was
doing to her. Never before had she tortured her so. Every
nerve in her body was alive and tingling. Every single
one screaming for release.

Now Cindy carefully increased her attention upon
Theresa's tender anus. She wouldn't know what had
happened to her. But the body wracking orgasm when it
came would be centered not upon her clitoris or vagina,
but rather upon her tender anus.

Theresa felt random nerves firing all over her body. This
was not like any orgasm she had experienced before.
Random goose bumps ran in waves over her body. Her lungs
gasped for every wheezing breath. She felt herself
building to the most massive orgasm of her life, yet it
felt like no other. She couldn't pin down what the
difference was, but she liked it. When it came it was
like a hot poker had been crammed up her backside. Her
body convulsed as one tight muscle. Her mind awash in
ecstasy.

At that instant Cindy dove in and bit upon her clitoris.
Three fingers left and reentered Theresa's backside again
and again. The scream from Theresa's lungs like that of a
tortured animal. The firm young blonde's hips rose off
the chaise high in the air. Cindy crammed all three
fingers in as deep as they would go and wiggled them.

Then all hell broke loose in Theresa's body. Her ass was
on fire. Her body convulsed again and again. She wanted
nothing more than whatever Cindy was doing to her. It
consumed her mind and body. Suddenly the fingers were
gone, the tongue was gone.... and Theresa was gone.

A soft white light seemed to surround her. Her body was
floating. Random convulsions ran over her abdomen. Goose
bumps came and went. She shivered in the warm sun. She
snuggled to the lithe body now caressing her back and
sides. She felt tender lips upon her neck an then her
lips.

Slowly Theresa responded to the movements. A tongue slid
over hers and she tried to chase it, only to have it
touch elsewhere on her body. Fingertips touched her
there, and there and there... Warm skin against hers.
Nipples against hers. All felt perfect, all just a part
of the limbo she floated in. Her own fingers searched the
softness and found the warmth they sought. Her tongue
sought out and found another. She moved her nipples
around and found the hardness of others. Her fingers
found a warm sticky place and began to explore it.
Finding the spot her mind told her was right she began to
rub it in a manner she knew was right. She moved over the
object beneath her and caressed it with her body. Her
tongue found spots her mind sent it to hunt for and
tasted them in a manner she knew was right. A rich
womanly aroma filled her nostrils and she followed it in
abandon. Then a rich nectar of love was upon her tongue.
Just then a matching fiery probe found her own nectar.

Each movement of her fingers was mirrored upon her body.
Each flick of the tongue an assault upon her own
womanhood. She abandoned herself to pleasing herself.
When the next wave hit she lost all feeling and thought
for a long time.

Slowly Theresa became aware. The sun was warm upon her
body. There was a warm soft leg draped over her and a
soft warm body snuggled to her side. Eventually her mind
identified it as her lover... and all was right with the
world..... She slept a contented sleep.

Lips were upon hers. A voice was speaking tender words in
her ears. Theresa opened her eyes into the eyes of her
lover. Lips met hers once more, soft and tender, like
they should be. And then the words began to take meaning.

She slowly sat up and said: "Yes, I'm starving!"

Cindy chuckled and said: "Welcome back lover. Have a nice
trip?"

"Um.... delightful. ...... What the hell did you do to
me?" Theresa's eyes came wide open in question.

The lithe nude brunette before her just chuckled and
kissed her tenderly. As she had that morning. Theresa
thought ... and then it all made sense... sort of.

Cindy chuckled and stuffed a part of a sandwich into
Theresa's gapping mouth and handed her a Pepsi. Theresa
nodded her thanks as she began chewing.

"I suggest you shower part of all that oil off before you
slide away. I'm headed there now if you'd like to join
me."

Theresa nodded her accent and continued chewing as Cindy
moved her tight body away from her draping a towel over
her shoulder. The oil glistening off her tight backside
as her dark hair cascaded down her perfect back.

It took another few minutes of chewing and sipping at her
soda before Theresa smiled and headed after her.


Chapter  19

Cindy welcomed her into her arms when Theresa stepped
into the shower. The shower was a mixture of tender
kisses, caresses and a soapy, sensual squirming together.
Theresa luxuriating in the feeling when Cindy washed her
hair. Her head tipped back between Cindy's breasts. They
finally dried each other off and then by unspoken mutual
consent, donned their Spandex jump suits. Cindy never did
explain what she had done to her. It didn't matter. She
was her lover.

The girls found John just finishing up his business in
the Com room. They each tenderly kissed him and then
moved to their own machines to check their stocks.

Later they snuggled together and watched a movie off the
satellite. John volunteered to cook pizza and the girls
sort of melted together after he left. Nothing serious.
Just enjoying the closeness of each other. John returned
with a huge combo pizza, a bag of plastic plates and
napkins and a small cooler of soda's. Just then a great
old movie came on and the three of them lounged and ate
pizza while they enjoyed each others closeness. Each
kissing each other from time to time or caressing a lock
of hair or feeling a breast.

Somehow the time passed. They noticed it was now late
evening and they all headed arm in arm towards the
bedroom. They seemed to undress for each other by mutual
consent. They made soft, tender love to one another and
then caressed each other to sleep.

Theresa had never known such happiness before in her
life. She was no longer worried. She had two lovers who
loved her completely. She loved them with all her being.

The next morning she awoke with a smile on her face.

Cindy grinned and told her to snuggle while she made
breakfast. She gave her a quick peck on the lips and
moved off. Theresa snuggled to her man as she watched her
woman snake into some terry shorts and a tank top, then
head for the kitchen. All was right with the world. She
turned to gently kiss her man awake.



Slowly over a weeks time Cindy related the story of the
extra probes on John's machine. Theresa didn't feel the
least bit threatened when she consented to the additional
probing. After Cindy's prepping, Theresa responded much
as Cindy had First, almost hurting herself in her
abandon. The second wave of passion the morning after,
followed by the feeling that it was all *too* much.

Within a few days their lovemaking was pretty much back
to normal. Anal intercourse forgotten by unspoken mutual
agreement, but a new stronger bond of love between the
three of them.

The digitizer and casting table were forgotten for the
moment. It was several months before they came up again.

Chapter  20

For the next few months life was roses. John was happy,
Cindy was happy, and Theresa was happy. Outside the snow
was melting and the ground was turning green. Now the
roof was rolled back almost all the time.

The girls accompanied John on his surface forays just to
get over their growing cabin fever. He laid out sections
of the property in preparation for planting. Lots of corn
and other vegetables.

They made a welcome trip into town for provisions and a
small tractor for the garden.

Driving lessons for the two girls and gray hairs for
John. Not so bad as if they were out on the road. They
retrieved the second 'cruiser from the storage shack and
soon the two women could be seen cycling back and forth
down the dirt road as they practiced their driving
skills. Then more gray hairs on John's head as he got
them each up to speed out on the highway. He was a good
teacher for all the worry it brought him. His biggest
worry was out on the highway. If they got pulled over he
was going to jail. Somehow they never encountered a
highway patrolman. A very lucky thing. Both girls then
just sixteen. With Cindy the eldest at just a few months
older than Theresa.

They had a bit of a spat about the women getting their
licenses. John patiently explaining the law to the two of
them. Then making them look it up themselves when they
wouldn't drop it. In the end the women relented. Forcing
themselves to be contented driving the thirty-two miles
of dirt road out and back. At least they got to drive.

John made their studies a condition of their driving
practice, but at this point either could have easily
passed their GED's. John obtained some advanced courses
for them without telling them that they didn't need them
for their GED's. No harm in learning more than they
needed and giving them a head start on College.

In the mean time both girls were maturing drastically.
Their bodies filled out even sexier. The big surprise was
when Theresa actually passed Cindy in breast size. The
girls hips finished their spreading and both of them, all
things considered, turned into stunningly beautiful young
women.

They were also turning out to have a bunch of business
savvy. Under John's tutelage their investments grew at an
awesome rate. Within a few years they would be
financially secure themselves. John actually dreaded that
time. What would hold them when they no longer needed his
money? It would turn out to be the least of his worries.

Spring passed on into summer. The women worked side by
side with John on the garden. Grudgingly wearing at least
minimal clothing when they were above ground level. They
would strip down to nothing almost the instant they moved
inside. John suggested that they hang shorts and halters
by the door, like he did his work gloves. They chuckled
over the idea, but eventually took him up on the idea.
The rest of the time indoors they lounged around in
mostly nothing.

John bought them each sexy bikinis, but it was a hard
task getting them to wear them. Whenever they lay out in
the solarium it was completely nude. (The solarium was
the only place John would let them go nude while exposed
to the sun.) As such their tans filled out... completely.
With just the hint of tan lines where they wore their
work shorts and halters.

They quit their arguing with him the day the man from the
BLM showed up.

He drove to the gate, honked and waited. The women
scrambled down the stairs all excited and roused John out
of his work room. Himself wearing just shorts, T-shirt
and sandals. He told the women to stay close to the
garden while he walked out to talk to him.

He didn't open the gate until he was all the way up to
it.

"Howdy!" he called to the BLM man. Noticing the
stenciling on the side of the pickup.

"Howdy... and who might you be?" the BLM man asked
suspiciously.

"John Stevens, I *own* this land. Who's asking?" John
shot back.

"John Fisher, BLM. That's who."

"Hello John, what can I do for you?"

"Just a wondering, noticed a bit of rutting on the road.
Don't get much travel on these roads out here. Don't like
to see erosion get a start."

"Well, not much chance of that, this being mostly *flat*
land. But since you mention it I've got a ninety-nine
year right of way from the government to use the road.
I'm the only one that's got any business out here so
don't worry about it. Whenever the road starts to get too
bad I'll pay to have it graded."

"All thirty miles?"

"Yup."

"You have any idea how much that would cost?"

"Yup, the price of a grader and at least two weeks of my
time."

"You'd do it yourself?"

"Maybe, if need be. What's all this about anyway?"

"Just curious I said. Like to know what's going on in my
district.... what are you doing out here anyway."

"Gardening. For now."

"What kind of gardening?" he asked suspiciously.

"Vegetables. For eating."

"What about the silo?"

"What about it?"

"What you doing with it?"

"Not much, the sucker leaks like a sieve. Got a dandy
well for my garden though, if I needed it. Got enough
water in that damn hole to water a golf course if I had a
mind to. Got shafted real good by the guys who sold me
the property."

"Yah, talked to them a while back. They're the ones who
got me wondering what you're doing out here. Thought I
saw them two kids go down into the silo to get you."

"The top floor is above water table, hung a few floors in
the walls before the water rose up last winter. Flooded
out two months hard work."

"Who are those kids anyway?"

"Just my nieces. Their mom sent them out to work for me
for the summer. Mostly they're a pain in the ass. Always
bored and wanting to go to town. I let them practice
their driving up the dirt road and back. But won't let
them onto the highway till they get their licenses."

"I don't envy you."

"I don't envy me....  Listen, anything else you want to
know?"

"Naw, I was just curious what was going on out here.
Vegetables you say?"

John sighed. "Guess you'd better come take a look so I
don't get the drug sniffing dogs out here in the middle
of the night."

"I didn't imply anything of the sort!"

"No, but you was thinking it. Come on. May as well walk."

The BLM man shrugged his shoulders and then followed
John. The plants were all high enough for him to identify
as vegetables. He looked carefully down each row. Much
more carefully in the direction where the women were
weeding. His eyes popping wide out of his head as he
strained not to look *too* closely to their shapely
bodies, their lithe forms quite clearly defined in their
halter tops and shorts.

"Tammy, Charlotte Ann, Come over here and meet Mr. Fisher
of the BLM". John called.

The women wiped their hands on their butts and walked
over with as little interest as John hoped they would.

When they got close enough John said: "John Fisher, these
are my nieces Tammy, the blonde and Charlotte Ann."

They looked at him suspiciously and shook his hand. Now
they were up close, Mr. BLM was fairly drooling.

Cindy turned to John and said: "Uncle John, it's hot out
here. Can we go get something cool to drink and maybe
play Nintendo or something till it cools off. Maybe take
a swim?"

John jumped in: "I told you girls that water was tool
deep and cold! You'll get a cramp and drown and your
mother will never forgive me. I'd end up dredging a
hundred feet of water just to find your body. If you're
finished with your chores you can go in and cool off, but
stay away from the edge of the water!"

Cindy kind of shrugged and headed off with Theresa in
tow, before she could speak.

"Come on Tammy, afore he thinks of something else for us
to do!"

Theresa looked thoughtfully over her shoulder at the BLM
man. And thankfully followed Cindy down the stairs.

"Nice kids." the BLM man said, watching them the whole
way.

"Pain in the ass to get any work outta." John said.

"Yah, know what you mean. Probably hard on them out here
in the middle of nowhere."

"They can lump it through the summer. I take them into
town every now and then."

"Don't envy you, having to *watch* them two."

John just looked at him in mock disgust.

"Nothing wrong with them a little bible learning and hard
work wouldn't cure." John said. (Having no idea how
prophetic his words could be.)

At the mention of the bible the BLM man turned and
started back to his truck. "Guess you're all right out
here. Let me know if I can do anything for you... and
keep an eye on that road erosion."

"Yah.... fix it myself if I have to."

"Might check out the price of a grader before you get any
ideas about that."

"Might do that. Thanks."

John walked him back to the gate and watched him drive
off before he triggered the control to shut it. He
casually walked back to the silo before he walked inside
and fired up the road sensors; Which placed the BLM truck
just over the nearest hill.

John grinned to himself as he rounded up the women and
explained the situation.

He kissed each of them in thanks before he herded them
outside, barking unheard commands at them and pointing to
different unseen flaws in the garden. He climbed aboard
his little tractor and started to smooth out the roadway
inside the compound.

John caught the flash of binoculars in the sun a while
later and then noticed the cloud of dust as the BLM man
headed finally down the road. He waited a bit and then
went inside to verify his absence by the sensors. He
watched them for a long time, to be sure he didn't turn
back. Something told him that he hadn't seen the last of
Mr. BLM.

He set about wiring the sensors into a computer
interface. When he was finished the computer would let
him know if Mr. BLM got within ten miles of the place. He
could have made it farther. He next wired in a bunch of
the personnel sensors all around the silo property. When
he was done, nobody could get within miles of the place
by ground without John knowing about it. If anybody
should touch the fence, all hell would break loose. John
tested it with sticks and rocks. Throwing hunks of
sagebrush up against it. Nothing gave any false triggers.
One touch of a human hand would set it off though. "*Nice
hardware"* the government had spent his money on, John
thought.

The girls were kind of spooked by the whole thing.
Theresa was silly enough to ask why John had introduced
them as his nieces Tammy and Charlotte Ann? John looked
at her in exasperation as Cindy rolled her eyes.

"Well darlin, guess I could have introduced you as two
runaways that I keep around cause they're cute when
they're nude and are real good at sex for their ages.....
" John mocked.

Theresa blushed bright red. Cindy busted out laughing.

"Look, sorry. But if he should choose to look, he will
find I actually *have* a step brother who has two girls
about your ages named Tammy and Charlotte Ann. Real
hellions last I saw of them, they both ought to have juvi
records by now. Come to think of it, it may have been a
mistake to name them. They both may be on the lam for who
knows what by now."

"Oh..." Theresa said, still blushing.

"Listen sweeties. I don't think we've seen the last of
Mr. BLM. So when the road sensors go off were going to
have to *look* like a hard working family for the time
being. In the meantime I'm gonna go over my paperwork
about the road. So go play and let me think." John said.

"But why did you try to give him the impression the silo
was flooded?" Theresa asked.

"Cindy, why don't you go explain capitol gains, real
property appreciation and taxes to her while I work this
out." John mused, digging into his safe for the papers.

"Come on, Tammy, afore he thinks of something else for
usn to do!" Cindy said with a smirk as she took Theresa
by the hand and led her out.

"My what a cute 'lill ass you're getting gal!" she said,
cupping it in her hand as she rounded the corner.

John spent the next few days reading the fine print on
his title and right of way lease. Several times the
sensors went off and when Mr. BLM's glasses flashed in
the sun all he saw was the three of them working on the
garden.

About the time it started getting old John found what he
needed; The *government* was responsible for *all* road
maintenance as a condition of the lease. The lease was
fully transferable by the government to whomever held
title to John's property. As long as it was dully noted
with all named agencies.

John got on the phone with his lawyers to verify that all
parties had been duly notified. Yes, all parties
mentioned and a few more for good measure.

John got onto the phone with the regional BLM office. He
identified himself and read off a lease reference number.
The regional director got onto the phone and asked what
he could do for John.

John mentioned as how a very nice Mr. John Fisher -BLM
representative extraordinare- had made a trip or two out
to his place to tell him how he was worried about the
road condition and so John had looked into the price of a
grader -and golly it really was a lot-, but when he got
to looking at his right of way lease, he had found that
according to paragraph such and such of said lease
agreement, wasn't the government responsible for those
*thirty-two miles* of road if they was really getting
*so* bad?

Mr. Regional director could only stammer that he would
look into the situation and would let John know what he
determined. John asked if he wouldn't be nice enough to
notify his Lawyers with such and such law firm if there
was any further question about the matter. Mr. Regional
director duly noted the name and promised he would take
care of the situation.

Next time Mr. BLM drove past John's road he cringed
internally. No matter what kind of kinky funny stuff
those people were into it wasn't his business. He felt
like he had been reamed by a freight train!

The Regional director himself had him in his office for
two solid hours making it VERY clear that he should not
set foot within ten miles of that road. Let alone let his-
self be seen by the current land owner, lest he remind
the current owner that the *government was, in fact,
responsible* for road maintenance, out of *his* budget,
from which Mr. Low level BLM mans salary was *also*
derived.

When Mr. BLM had tried to defend his butt by bringing up
funny goings on and scantily clad nubiles, Mr. Regional
Director had made it VERY clear that he *didn't give a
rats ass if a devil worshipping puppy lovers cult was
growing poppy's on the property and performing ritual
sacrifice of hamsters to appease the spirits*.

When Mr. BLM had persisted that the silo was made of the
toughest concrete on the planet and shouldn't have leaked
*that* bad. Mr. Regional director had asked him to
estimate the approximate cost of maintenance over that
particular road.

"Oh, about seventy thousand dollars to run a grader over
it once a year and truck in needed gravel."

Mr. Regional director had then presented Mr. BLM with a
like statistic relating to his salary along with
associated benefits, federal retirement plan etc. Now,
Mr. *low* level BLM representative, guess *exactly* where
the money will come *from* if it's needed to perform
maintenance on *that* particular stretch of road? Mr. BLM
had finally gotten the point.

Mr. Regional Director decided he'd better cover his ass
just in case. He had drafted a letter to the law firm
John had mentioned stating that the road was not all that
bad, but that the BLM would keep an eye on it. Should the
owner feel that the road needed service then he should
let the BLM know. He carefully miss-labeled the address
by one zip code.

A phone call to a friend in the post office insured that
the letter would be intercepted. It was indeed and was
returned marked "*Party not at stated Address*". The
letter was dully filed in the folder with the local copy
of the lease.

The Director then made an inquiry with a friend in the
FBI. A quick check of Mr. Stevens yielded that he did
indeed have two nieces named Tammy and Charlotte Ann...
and that Mr. Stevens was VERY well financed. Satisfied
with the information and his actions Mr. Regional
Director promptly forgot the matter.



Several weeks later John reclined in the Solarium,
sunning himself. Theresa came out and proceeded to strip
off her shorts and halter. John patted the chaise in
front of him. Theresa smiled and moved to join him.
Laying back with her head on his chest. John enjoying the
view down between the young blondes breasts. He moved his
hands around to gently cup them. Theresa moaned softly at
his touch.

"You think this is safe?" She questioned.

"Quite. I think we've seen the last of Mr. BLM"

"How can you be so sure?"

"Oh.. I trust the bureaucratic way of thinking. See, I
found that the *Government* was actually responsible for
maintenance of the road. I made a phone call to the
office of the regional director and made mention of my
discovery.... emphasizing my concern over Mr. BLM's
assertion that *I* was responsible for it. I would say
that right now the BLM's main plan is for me to forget
all about the ruts in our road and that Mr. BLM wishes
that he never heard of this section of the county."

"You really think so?"

"Yes... for no other reason than I also trust in human
nature; Mr. BLM's eyes near popped out of his head when
he met you and Cindy. He would have been back with his
binoculars trying to catch a glimpse of your tender
bodies if he hadn't been scared off."

"Think you're smart, don't you!"

"Know so." John replied, softly running his fingers over
Theresa's nipples.

They responded immediately and she turned her head to
meet his lips.

Chapter  21

The summer passed way too quickly. The crops grew. The
women grew firm and tan. John continued to *grow* despite
his age. He began to wonder if the legendary dysfunction
of age, came from living with older women who seemed to
lose interest in sex, for sex sake, after their child
bearing years had passed. He didn't ponder it too deeply.
He was, for all intensive purposes, a happy man.

The women around John -as that was what they really were
now- seemed happy as well. They had purpose -their
studies and their investments- they stayed physically
active and healthy. In fact they seemed to have boundless
energy -perhaps simply from youth. When they weren't
working in the garden, swimming or working each other and
John into a sexual frenzy, they worked out in the gym.
Putting endless miles on the treadmill.

Each afternoon they studied, *really* studied. Then it
was sunning in the solarium followed by another swim.

In the evening they would all meet for a while on the
deck and watch the sun go down and the incredible desert
stars come out. Then they would retire to the kitchen
where they practiced their cooking skills. Trying out
recipe's they found on the Internet. While dinner was
cooking John would sometimes do some star gazing through
his telescope, or retire to the Com room to do some
research on companies for investment. Sometimes he would
tinker in his workshop.

They would all gather together for dinner. John
instigated the practice of actually getting fully
*dressed* for the evening meal. The women didn't object,
in fact they came to enjoy it. It gave them a chance to
wear the clothes they had been so hot to buy on their
shopping trips.

After dinner they usually retired to the Com room and
searched out a movie off the satellite. Usually towards
the end someone would start feeling frisky.

It was seldom, that of the three of them at least two
weren't feeling amorous. But the relationship was now
comfortable enough that even if two weren't, it was OK.
Even when not interested in sex, they were all always
cuddly and sensual. Life was good. Perhaps too good to
last.



The trouble seemed to sneak up on them in the early fall.
Once Harvest came all worked pretty hard picking and
preserving the vegetables.

Theresa being physically tired from her garden work, took
to surfing the Internet, instead of her afternoon
workout. After several weeks of this she began to get
kind of moody and reserved.

John stumbled on the reason quite by accident, when his
computer was tied up he used hers to search for
something. When he called in her bookmarks he found a
whole list of religious references.

"Oh Shit!" he said to himself.

He held back his fears and began to follow the thread of
the bookmarks chronologically. Reading the information
presented and developing a mental picture of the path
that Theresa had taken. He was shaking with fear upon
completion of the mental journey.

He cornered Cindy.

"*We've* got a problem." he told her.

"Oh? Aren't we giving you enough love?" she asked
mischievously reaching in his shorts.

"Hardly... Stop that. I'm serious." he giggled.

Cindy pulled back in mock dejection, pushing her bottom
lip way out.

"OK, what's our problem?"

"Theresa's getting religion."

"Huh? Is that bad?"

"Maybe the worst. It could destroy our whole
relationship."

Cindy sat back and looked at him. He was quite serious,
but she didn't understand why.

"How so? Isn't that her business?"

"Of course, but it could affect us both drastically as
well. That sort of makes it our business too."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"Not yet.. Haven't you noticed her moods lately?"

"Yah, figured it was just a phase."

"Well I just found out why.... She's been surfing
religious information on the Internet."

"And you think that's bad?"

"I think you'd better follow the path I just did and
decide for yourself. Just follow her bookmarks
chronologically from about two weeks ago. In the meantime
I think I'm gonna have a talk with her."

"Without me?"

"No... I guess not. Maybe we better talk about it again
after you read what's got me spooked."

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes.. very serious. It scares me to death."

"OK, I'll go see for myself.. Think you can keep her busy
for a while."

"Maybe...I'll try."

Cindy hugged him reassuringly and then moved off to see
what all the fuss was about.

John moved off to distract Theresa.

He found her in the library, studying.

"Hi ya toots. What's shakin?"

"Oh Hi John... Just studying."

"Feel like a swim?"

"Not really, kind of bushed from working."

"And what a cute bush it is." John teased.

Theresa frowned at the pun, but put her book down and
looked contemplative at John.

"What's on your mind love?" John asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Oh, nothing in particular. Just my life and the way it's
going."

"Not happy with your direction?"

"No, I'm not *un-happy*. But it seems like something is
missing."

John was silent for a time, formulating his response. He
knew the signs, having been through them himself and
having watched it again and again with friends and people
around him.

There comes a time when a person starts to ask himself
the meaning of life. The eternal questions: Is there
more, what does this mean? Why is life this way? How
should it be? All valid questions, but not necessarily
with tangible or easy answers.

"Perhaps your life has required you to grow up a little
too fast. A person doesn't usually get that feeling till
they're in their twenties. Some people never seem to
notice."

"Notice what?"

"That yearning you're starting to feel for answers to
questions you don't know."

Theresa kind of nodded, but asked: "What do you mean by
that?"

"Oh.. I think you know. Listen love. I want you to know
one thing."

"What's that?"

"That Cindy and I love you very much. And there's nothing
you can't talk to us about."

Theresa dropped her eyes and kind of swallowed before she
spoke. Her words came hard to her, her voice soft and
strained. "I know that... I love you both too...."

"But?"

She just shook her head.

 John moved to her side and hugged her. Theresa half let
it happen, half hugged back fiercely.

"Okay, Kitten. I won't push. When you're ready to talk
about it, just remember that we both love you. Don't be
afraid to talk to us about it. We may just surprise you."

Theresa hugged him a bit more, then turned back to her
studies. John sighed and moved off. After he left,
Theresa looked after him, staring into space. A kind of
shudder passed through her.

Cindy was just leaving the Com room when John walked out
of the elevator. She kind of rolled her eyes at him.

"Just gonna take a swim, care to join me?" he said.

Cindy nodded and they silently trekked down to the pool.

They both stripped off and dove in. John swam a few laps
and then found a floating chair. Cindy kind of waited for
him and then climbed up into his lap. For a time they
just hugged each other. Cindy lay her head upon his
chest, tracing her fingers through his sparse chest hair.

"So, what do we do?" she asked finally.

"I don't know that we can do anything other than just be
there when she decides she wants to talk about it. I just
hope that it's not too late when she does."

"But why is she even interested in it?"

"Oh... that's sort of just a natural part of growing up.
A person starts to look for direction in their life.
Religion is an easy trap for a lot of people."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"Oh...not necessarily. There are a lot of sound
principles of life at the foundation of a lot of
religions. I just never cared for the bullshit rules that
went along with them."

"What principles?"

"Oh... ethics for example. Although most people confuse
ethics with morals. Ethics are when a person is
inherently good when nobody is looking. Morals are a set
of rules that religion intends to govern everybody's'
lives, because they say so.

I'm a *very* ethical person, but many people -perhaps
most- would not think of me as a very *moral* person. In
fact most would probably think of *us* as very immoral.
But when a person is looking for meaning and direction in
their life, religions can supply a ready set of
guidelines that are easy to follow, which may by
happenstance result in an ethical lifestyle."

Cindy kind of nodded against his chest.

"I found my direction when I came here." Cindy said,
snuggling tighter to John.

John just listened.

"Before I came here I had no direction. I didn't give a
shit about school. I didn't respect myself or anybody
else. I didn't appreciate work, or self fulfillment.... I
had no self-fulfillment. I didn't care about anything or
anybody. I was just out for whatever I could take from
the world...... Even in my attitude towards *you...*. I
was out to take you for whatever I could get. Even with
as generous as you were. You saved me from a living hell,
and I was out to... "

She fell silent.

"I know. You were kind of a bitch at times, back then.
Not too bad though."

"You don't think so now?" Cindy asked, fearfully.

John pulled her face around and looked into her eyes.
"Listen, Lady. I'm so proud of you I could bust. No. I
don't hold your attitude when you came here against you.

People learn from those around them. You never had any
opportunity to know any better. You were a mirror of what
your life had been like. We all are. But when you were
given a real opportunity to change and grow, you embraced
it.

I didn't expect it to happen overnight. I'm amazed that
it took so little time, really. Some people never change.
But you did. You dived in with both feet and took control
of your own destiny. When the time comes for you to move
on, I know you will do well."

"What if I don't want to move on?"

"Well, that's more than I could hope for.. or would wish
for. There's too much of life out there that you haven't
experience yet. I wouldn't want you to cheat yourself out
of it."

"So you'll kick me out?"

"No, Never! I won't have to. A time will come when you
will *want* to move on."

"Are you so sure?"

"Yes.. . right now you love me. You may always love me. -
I hope you do. I know I will always love you.- But I've
come to see the *woman* you are becoming as well. I
expect great things out of that woman. You don't
accomplish great things in a hole in the desert."

"You have."

"What? I got lucky. I took the proceeds of that luck and
I made a fancy hole and crawled into it."

"Maybe, but you've profoundly affected two lives while
doing it. And what about your tinkering?"

"Just addressing my basal perversions and fears." John
kind of chuckled.

"How so?"

"Well... at this point I have you and Theresa digitized,
physically that is. When you *and* her move on, I could
still build dolls to your exact specifications that I can
snuggle to on long winter nights." John *half* joked.

"So, deluxe sex toys huh?" she giggled.

"I guess..."

"I don't think so. I've been investigating your work.
There's more to it than you've let on."

"How so?"

"Oh... articulated mannequins, custom clothing, life-like
artificial limbs."

"Hey... You have been investigating!"

"Yup. You're a fraud. A big phony. You act like you don't
give a shit about the world and then go off by yourself
and work on something that could profoundly change it."

"Nice that you think so."

"Oh... I'm pretty proud of you too."

"Are you now?"

"You know it. I think you're a wonderful, caring,
generous person and I'm damn glad I got to know you."

"Aw shucks little lady."

Cindy turned her head to him: "Kiss me, and treat me like
that woman you *think* I am."

"My pleasure, Ma'am."

The kiss started gentle and sweet. They made love face to
face, looking into each others eyes.



When Theresa found them they were snuggled close
together, floating blissfully around the pool. Happy and
satiated. A man and a woman in love. Part of her smiled
at the scene. Part of her screamed internally.

"Dinner!" is all she said and she turned and left.

John sighed, then said: "For the next little while, I
think we should sleep one of us on either side of
Theresa. So she'll wake up between us."

"Why?" Cindy inquired.

"Just so she won't forget that we both love her."

Cindy nodded. They kissed softly once more and then made
their way to the edge of the pool.

Chapter  22

John and Cindy dressed for dinner and then went up.
Theresa was dressed, but more casual than usual for
dinner, wearing Jeans and a sweatshirt. She nodded curtly
to John and Cindy as they entered. She declined any
assistance with the meal. The tension in the air seemed
thick.

"Have a nice swim?" Theresa asked after a time.

"Very nice." Cindy replied.

"I'll bet." Theresa murmured quietly.

"You mad at me about something?" Cindy inquired.

"No, what would I have to be mad at you about?" Theresa
mocked.

"I don't know. You tell me." Cindy replied.

Theresa shrugged and poked about her rice and vegetables.

John could see a confrontation coming up. He reasoned
that Theresa would feel crowded if it happened so soon
after his attempt to draw her out. He caught Cindy's eye
and shook his head. She nodded. The meal lapsed into a
long drawn out silence.

"I've been thinking about what you said about my
machines, Cindy." John said.

Theresa looked up puzzled. John briefly explained about
Cindy's observations about his experiments.

"So what about it?" Cindy queried.

"Oh, I thought it might be fun to try some fashions. That
is, if you two are game?"

"Great!" said Cindy.

"I guess that could be fun." Theresa replied, non-
enthusiastically.

After dinner John led them off to the lab. He called up
their images on the computer, one at a time, beginning
with Cindy (on purpose). He showed them how he could
rotate the image and look at it from any angle. The image
was incredibly lifelike. Like a camera was viewing
Cindy's body, real time. She had him scan beneath her and
zoom in. Her vulva presented itself in lifelike
similarity. As often as the others had viewed this, she
still blushed a bit. Theresa seemed even more
uncomfortable. John quickly changed view.

He called in a series of different pictures and mapped
them over the scanned image of Cindy's body. This
elicited an excited response from both women. Soon they
were mapping landscapes, starscapes and even faces over
parts of their anatomy. A fun one was when John mapped
the visual scans of one woman's images over the physical
scans of the other. For some reason these images appealed
to both women. Cindy appeared to have Theresa's nipples.
Theresa, Cindy's darker pubic patch and shade of skin.
However neither liked it when the facial images were
mapped upon their features.

"So how do we make the clothes?" Theresa inquired.

"Well, if you think of the clothes like a negative image
of the body, then first we have to make a positive image
to map over. Kind of like how a photo is made. So first I
have to make mannequins of you two."

"Oh, I get it.... I think." Theresa said.

"I get it." Cindy said, "So how do we do that?"

"That is the easy part. I can even color them correctly.
You two sure you won't mind having doubles around?"

"As long as they don't talk." Cindy joked.

"Not yet..." John replied.

"I guess not." Theresa said.

John moved to the tank table and made some preparations.
Then back to the computer. He called in a program and
started it up on Cindy's image.

The women watched in fascination as the arms moved back
and forth building layer upon layer of her body. Cindy
noticed when it started to replicate the lower body
cavities and wisely distracted Theresa to some other
images on the computer. (At this point John had hooked up
several computers in the work area.)

Slowly the machine replicated Cindy's body. Starting on a
foundation of cables John had strung between multiple
points off where the fingers, feet, hips, shoulders, and
head would be. The chemical smell's drove the lot of them
out to the solarium.

Cindy stopped by for a bottle of wine. John and Theresa
were snuggled in the double chaise when she showed up
with the bottle and some glasses. She pulled another
chaise close and poured the wine. John had installed dim
red utility lights to preserve his night vision for
astronomy.

The conversation was quite a bit less tense. John and
Cindy let it stay that way. They sipped their wine and
enjoyed the Autumn sky. It was cool and Theresa snuggled
closer to John. Cindy retrieved some knit afghans for
them. John pointed out different stars and planets.
Occasionally John and Cindy joined hands. Theresa didn't
seem to notice. When Cindy slid her hand over Theresa's
leg, Theresa sat up.

"Lets go check on the machine." she said.

She jumped up and moved off. Cindy looked after her and
sighed. John took her hand and said: "Just give her
time... and a little space."

"I know.. but it feels like I'm losing my best friend."

"I know.. I hope not. *Lets go see what I've created*."
John finished in his best Peter Lorry impression.

Cindy rolled her eyes.

Theresa was bent over the image, studying it. When John
and Cindy entered she swung around excited.

"It's fantastic! It looks just like Cindy!" she gasped.

"But it's having a bad hair day!" Cindy observed.

"Have to work on that. Probably a wig. Didn't think that
either of you would go for shaving your head though, so I
kind of faked it."

"Can I touch it?" Theresa asked.

"Uh... sure. I think so. Try the bottom of the feet
first. I'm not sure how fast the coloring dries on the
foam."

Theresa tentatively poked at the foot.

"My god, it feels like a foot!"

"It should, I scanned for softness and varied density of
the mixture based upon the readings. Won't be exact
though as it doesn't account for bones."

Theresa checked her fingers. The coloring layer was dry.
She probed at "Cindy's" hip bone.

"Yah, not quite right... but pretty close!"

Cindy traced her fingers down over her "breasts". She
shivered a bit.

"Kind of spooky. Like touching yourself without feeling
it. Seems my nipples are going to be perpetually hard
though."

"Have to scan you while you're asleep, huh?" John joked.

"Let me see." Theresa suddenly said.

"What?"

"Your breasts. Lets see if they look the same."

Cindy looked hopefully at John as she smirked and opened
her blouse.

Theresa began to look back and forth between the
mannequin and Cindy. Without thinking she reached a hand
out to each and ran her fingers over them. Cindy's
nipples changed instantly to match the mannequins.
Theresa absently squoze a breast in each hand. Cindy kind
of closed her eyes in pleasure.

Theresa was distracted by her investigation. She didn't
seem to notice the effect she was having upon Cindy.

"So.. do they feel the same?" Cindy asked huskily.

Theresa seemed to realize what she was doing and dropped
her hand from Cindy. She seemed a bit embarrassed but
kept squeezing the mannequin.

"Almost.. Certainly more real than any mannequin in a
store." Theresa answered, self consciously. She pulled
away from the breasts and looked sort of longingly at the
rest of it. She ran her finger tips over the face and
kind of shivered.

Cindy took Theresa's hand and pulled it to her face.

Theresa didn't seem to mind this. She smiled at her and
continued her comparison.

"Remarkable." she concluded, pulling her hands away from
both. "So what about clothes?"

"You used to like me best like that." Cindy smirked.

Theresa frowned a bit, but let it pass.

"Sure." John jumped in.

He explained as he went about forming thin tissue paper
over the mannequin and spraying it with a light oil:
"This will keep the next layer from bonding, I just tell
the computer how thick to make it and what materials to
use. I can duplicate many of the synthetics. I have to
work out spun fabrics and cottons. But I can simulate a
light nylon spandex by inserting a crosshatch pattern
with gaps between rows."

He elevated the figure a bit to work on the back. The
whole frame tilting up, lifting the figure with it. It
was like Cindy was tethered in the frame from multiple
points. She kind of shivered.

When he layered the pubic area he grinned back at Cindy.
"Feels pretty real to me."

She blushed a bit. So did Theresa.

He finished up the top layer and moved to the computer.
Calling up a program.

"What pattern?" he asked.

"How about just a flesh colored suit to start with."
Cindy suggested.

John shrugged and entered some data. The machine started
up again and began weaving a pattern over the mannequin.

"How will you do the back?"  Cindy inquired.

"The machine will lift it." John replied.

The progress was slow. Soon the monotony of the
repetitious arms became boring. Cindy started to yawn.

"Why don't we let it run and call it a day."

The others both nodded.

"Oops!" John said. He momentarily stopped the machine and
made some quick adjustments to the program.

"What?" Theresa asked.

"Oh, just forgot to add a way in and out. It would have
fit perfectly, but I would have had to cut it off the
mannequin and sewn it onto Cindy."

"Oh.. " Theresa nodded.

He started the machine up again. Now as the arms passed
over the top of the shoulders it connected front to back
by single thread lines along the top, spaced out every
half inch.

"Have to put some kind of closure along there, or seam in
some Velcro or something."

Cindy watched for a bit and nodded. Then yawning again
she kind of tugged Theresa by the hand.

"Come on Tammy, afore he thinks of somethun else for us'n
to do." she joked.

Theresa chuckled, but let herself be led. John watched
them leave. Then turned and watched the progress for a
while. After a time he move to the mannequin. The arms
were busy on the top end. He carefully peeled back the
tissue over the pubic area. He ran a finger down over it
and pushed inwards. A tiny membrane of foam resisted his
finger and then parted. His finger slid into the vaginal
cavity. He felt around a bit nodding to himself.

"Not a virgin anymore huh?" he muttered to the replica.
"Feels pretty real to me. But could use some lube."

He withdrew his finger and replaced the tissue carefully.
He looked longingly at the replica and then made a check
of fluid levels and such. Then shut down the lights and
headed for the bedroom.

Cindy kept hold of Theresa's hand as she led her to the
bedroom. Theresa didn't seem to mind. Once there Cindy
turned to her and pulled her into a hug. Theresa at first
let this happen, then returned it fiercely. Cindy just
returned it as seemed fit at the moment. She kissed
Theresa softly and then started to remove her clothes.

Theresa seemed hesitant, but then began to disrobe. Cindy
could sense her ill ease and didn't press. Not
particularly watching Theresa. She moved off to use the
bathroom and brush her teeth. Theresa entered and with
just a brief hesitation sat on the toilette and used it.
Cindy seemingly self absorbed with her teeth. She
finished and rinsed and then moved off.

Theresa finished and then brushed her own teeth. John
entered the bedroom. Cindy looked at him and whispered:
"Give us some time alone."

John nodded and as Theresa left the bathroom commented:
"Think I'll catch a shower and then maybe check my E-
mail. Don't really feel sleepy and I've got a bit of a
head-ache from the chemicals."

Theresa nodded at him and gave him a quick hug and kiss.
John headed for the shower. Theresa slipped into bed with
Cindy. Cindy dimmed the lights out from the headboard and
Theresa moved to snuggle to her, laying her head on her
shoulder. Cindy gently caressing her. Theresa absent
mindedly feeling her friends skin under her fingertips.

They lay this way for some time, just caressing each
other.

"Cindy... " Theresa said softly.

"Yes love?"

"Do you ever think about our relationship?"

"Quite a bit actually. Why?"

"Oh... What do you think about?"

Cindy snuggled to her and said: "Well.. I think about how
much I love you. And what a difference you made in my
life when you talked me into coming here. And how nice
and sexy you are... I kind of have my favorite spots on
your body. I've always liked this area where your breasts
curve out of your ribs."

Theresa giggled as Cindy caressed it. Then kind of caught
the hand and intertwined her fingers.

"But... does it ever bother you?"

"In what way?"

"Oh... I mean loving another woman?"

Cindy hardly hesitated.

"No. It doesn't bother me at all. I love *YOU*. Not
because it follows a set of rules that somebody else made
up. You've been my *best friend* for years. You've been
my lover for years. It's kind of like you're like an old
comfortable sweatshirt."

"Oh Thanks!"

"You know what I mean. I'm comfortable with you. I love
lots of little things you do. I'm used to having you
there to talk to. Seems like I love you more everyday."

"But doesn't it bother you that I'm a woman?"

"No...  Does it bother you that I am?"

"...... I.... I .. don't know."

"What's not to know... Look lover; I enjoy the special
kind of love we have *because* you're a woman. We
*understand* each others bodies in a way John never can.
As kind and gentle as he is, and as talented a lover as
he *is*, he can never *feel* the same things we do. He
never had menstrual cramps. He doesn't know what a tongue
feels like on a clitoris. When I make love with you...
it's like making love to myself. I know exactly what you
will feel when I do a certain thing. I know exactly what
it feels like when I touch you a certain way or in a
certain place."

Theresa kind of nodded against her shoulder and was quiet
for a bit. Cindy gave her time.

"But.... does it ever feel.... *wrong* to do it?"

"No.. why would it?"

"Cause..... we *are* both women. We're not supposed to
feel this way."

"Why not? Who said?"

"Maybe cause....... God said."

"God?"

Theresa was quiet for a bit and then nodded.

"Did *God* personally tell you this?"

"Well... no. But it says in the Bible."

Cindy sighed.

"Look love.. That was written by *MEN* thousands of years
ago... *if* it was even translated correctly. Men who
*said* that God talked to them....At that time conditions
were a whole lot different than they are now. There
wasn't *five billion* people on the planet. It was
important then for the population to grow. There was
strength in numbers. And presenting things that way kept
men in control. I don't know how much of that stuff I
believe... but I have to take a good hard look at it and
think about it before I buy any of it. Personally, I
don't think that God would object if I show affection to
someone I dearly love.

"I do know that society objects to anything that
threatens their narrow little niche of thinking. They
like things to stay the way they are. Women loving women,
or men loving men just rubs them the wrong way. But who
are we hurting?

"If the way we *are* was known by society, it might make
some of them uncomfortable, but they don't live their
lives for me. They don't know what my life is like. Why
should I live my life for them? It's *my* life.

I'm not ashamed of my love for you, or for John. Society
would take almost as dim a view of that too. I love you
both dearly. And with the exception of how it would
affect our lives, and our ability to live our lives the
way we want to, I don't really give a shit what society
thinks about the way I live. If I want to feel the
softness of my lovers breast, in private, it's none of
society's damn business."

Cindy ran her hand softly over Theresa's breast. She
trembled a bit under her touch. Cindy pulled her head
back and ever so gently kissed her. Tears welled up in
Theresa's eyes, but she responded to the kiss. Cindy made
love to her as gently as she knew how.

Theresa's desire grew like a flame. When her orgasm came
it was accompanied by a sob.  Theresa needed the love she
felt, but was more confused than ever. She clung to her
lover as they caressed each other softly.

Cindy said quietly: "I... think you ought to talk to John
about this too. He's a whole lot smarter than we may give
him credit for.  I know he loves you dearly. He's a whole
lot better at explaining things than I am too."

Theresa just nodded against Cindy's breast. They
continued to caress each other to sleep.

John found them snuggled together, sleeping, but just.
Their bodies still damp from the perspiration of their
passion. He snuggled to Theresa's side and gently kissed
her on the shoulder before nodding off himself.

Chapter  23

The next morning Theresa awoke between her two lovers.
She smiled to herself about the feel of them against her
body. Then something began nagging at her. One of the
bodies was another woman. The other was an older man.
Neither was her lifetime mate. She was married to neither
of them. The rules said that it was all wrong.... so why
then did it feel so good?

She thought about the words Cindy had said the night
before. At the time they had all made sense. She had
found herself nodding in agreement with almost every
sentence.

As she tried to reconcile them with other things she had
read, they all seemed twisted and perverted. How could
they be both things at once? Which one was true?

She gently kissed her friend on the forehead and then
turned to her man. She felt the firm muscles of his chest
against her breast and the protrusion of his manhood
against her leg. She kissed him on the forehead as well
and then carefully extracted herself from between them.

She stood at the foot of the bed looking back down at the
two of them. They seemed to sense the vacuum between them
and in their sleep seemed to roll towards each other. An
arm moved searching over Cindy's side and sort of pulled
her towards him. She responded in her sleep and rolled to
meet him. Once together they suddenly seemed content once
more. The gap closed. It had all been totally sub-
conscious. Something was missing and they had moved to
fill the gap. Now they were whole. Without her.

Theresa stood there looking at them feeling like a fifth
wheel. Like a spare tire hanging on the back in case it
was needed. It didn't occur to her that what was missing
between them, was her. That they had moved to compensate
for her absence.

All she saw, was a whole made up of the two of them, that
didn't include her.

She shivered a bit in the morning coolness. A vast empty,
lonely feeling swept over her. She felt a thickening in
her throat and a stinging in her eye's. She turned and
hurried to the bathroom. Perhaps she could find some
reference of stability in her morning bathroom routine.
She found little. In the shower tears flowed from her
eye's and merged with the falling spray.

She cried herself out and then stepped out of the shower.

Drying herself, she caught her reflection in the mirrors,
partially obscured by steam. She wiped them off with the
towel and was surprised by the image that was reflected
to her.

She was torn by what she saw; one, an image of a
beautiful young woman. Firm of body, yet sensually soft.
Her breasts high on her chest. Her nipples puckered up in
arousal. Her soft, blonde pubic mound cleft in the middle
by the protruding glistening peak of her clitoris. Her
hips wide, yet svelte. The sleek line that traced down
her side and over her thigh into her leg.... Yet,
Secondly she saw an emptiness in her eye's. A pout on her
lips. A scowl on her face. Why the scowl? If she was
actually *that* lovely woman who's image looked back at
her, then why should she not be ecstatic with life?

She turned away from her reflection. She dried her hair
and combed it out. Trying to see the details to guide the
mechanics of her actions without actually looking at the
reality of the whole image.

She moved to the wardrobe and again stopped herself from
consciousness. Without thinking she selected sheer, light
panties, a tight short skirt and a clingy, satiny blouse.
When she viewed the result in the mirror she gasped at
herself. The satin material of the blouse clung to every
curve of her breasts. The dark circles of her nipples
clearly defined down to the goose bumps that the image
invoked.

She returned to the wardrobe and added a satin bra
underneath the blouse. Examining herself once more she
found a stunning woman looking back at her. She shook it
off and searched out a pair of stockings and suitable
shoes.

Averting her eye's away from the many mirrors, she
stealthily crept out of the bathroom and through the
bedroom.

She lingered once more in the dim light of the room,
viewing the couple snuggled against each other. A part of
her mind now placing the sleek, firm woman reflected in
the mirror between the two of them. For some reason, it
fit perfectly. Now they seemed less than whole without
that image between them.

She smiled at them and moved the comforter over the
sleeping pair, careful not to disturb them. Feeling a
warm, comfortable feeling inside herself. A glowing
warmth from the love she felt for each of them. She
longed to crawl back in between them. Instead she crept
out and made her way towards the kitchen.

She navigated automatically. Her mind elsewhere. Without
thought she passed  by the kitchen and found herself in
John's laboratory. She turned on the lights and made her
way to the second table. There she stood gazing at the
beautiful image before her. The machine had completed
it's task during the night. Cindy's Doppelganger now
resided suspended within the metal frame. Now a knit body
suit clung to her every curve and crevice. The dark firm
nipples clearly defined even through the oiled tissue
beneath the sheer, delicate fabric.

Theresa found herself becoming aroused by the sight. Her
hands drawn to the figure before her. They moved over the
replica lightly, feeling the softness beneath the light
fabric. One hand moving up to caress a perfectly packaged
breast. The other down over the abdomen and over the soft
mound of Venus and between the legs. Deciphering the
ridges of the labia beneath the light, woven fabric. Her
breath caught in her throat. She stopped her
investigation only when she caught herself moving towards
the face of the image. She had actually been going to
kiss the replica!

The realization brought her to her senses... sort of. She
looked longingly once more at the mannequin and then
finally actually made her way to the kitchen.

She set about making breakfast. Again without really
thinking. She knew what she was going to prepare, without
ever consciously thinking about it. John's favorite
breakfast was Monte Cristo sandwiches with dark, rich
coffee and champagne orange juice.

John awoke snuggled to a warm body. Without thought he
moved a hand slowly to a breast and softly cupped it. As
good as it felt, something was wrong. He opened his
eye's. It took him a moment to realize what *could* be
wrong with waking to the feeling of a firm breast in
one's hand. It was the *wrong* woman's breast.

Not that there was anything wrong with the woman whose
breast it was, but John had purposely bracketed Theresa
between them when he had crawled into bed. Now she was
gone! Cindy responded to the hand on her breast and
rolled towards him as she opened her lovely green eye's.

"Good morning" she smiled at him.

"Good morning" he smiled back.

They tentatively moved into a light, reserved, morning
kiss.

As if on cue, Theresa appeared at the door laden down
with a giant serving tray.

"Oh good, you're awake!" she bubbled, setting the tray
down on a dresser.

"Damn, Theresa. It was my turn to cook! Gonna have to
flog you if you keep this up!" Cindy said looking up,
then to John: "That is still the punishment for an uppity
servant isn't it? Flogging?"

"I take the fifth. Never actually flogged anybody in my
life." John replied.

"No biggie, I just woke up before you and felt like doing
something." Theresa said, selecting two mugs of coffee
and handing them to the pair in bed.

"Felt like doing something.... Damn you look fine girl!
How long have you been up?" Cindy asked.

"Oh.... an hour or so I guess."  Theresa replied.

John nodded his thanks. Took a sip and slipped out of the
bed heading for the bathroom, mug in hand. "Great
coffee!" he called over his shoulder.

Theresa watched his bare backside retreating then turned
to Cindy, who was studying her closely.

"An hour huh? .... And showered, fluffed, primped and
packaged like a million bucks, then made breakfast in
your spare time." Cindy mocked knowingly.

"Oh.. maybe a bit longer." Theresa demurred, sipping from
her own mug of coffee.

"OK... But you can't fool me. I know better. Thought I'd
worn you our last night. Must be losing my touch."

"Not that I'd noticed." Theresa replied absently rolling
her eyes.

John returned from the bathroom. Theresa's attire had
prompted him into a terry wrap around robe. He handed one
to Cindy, who nodded her thanks. Slipping into it as she
slipped away to the bath.

"Breakfast in bed?" John inquired.

"For my man, only the best." Theresa replied quietly,
"Besides, I think I owe you one." She was thinking of the
first morning after she had arrived.

John looked at her a moment and then moved to kiss her
lightly. "You look nice." he said, pulling back.

"Oh... just felt like something different." Theresa said.

John eyed the tray. "Monte Cristo's? Champagne orange
juice? Dressed to Kill? Different huh? OK... who am I to
argue with Nirvana?"

"What's Nirvana?" Theresa inquired.

"Hindu Heaven... A place of ultimate happiness. The
epitome of Pleasure." John said, selecting a Monte Cristo
half.

Theresa looked thoughtful. "Maybe I should read up on
it."

Perhaps that was the way, thought John. Expose her to all
religions.... Better yet..... A history of religion
showing how belief's diverged and merged. To Theresa he
just nodded.

John moved a small, short table over next to the bed and
moved the tray to it. Then climbing back onto the bed he
scootched back against the large padded headboard.
Motioning to Theresa to sit by him.

She smiled and moved to his side, kicking her shoes off
first.

She snuggled to his side and sipped at her champagne
orange juice as he selected another Monte Cristo half.
Cindy exited the bath and crawled up next to Theresa's
other side.

"Now that I've brushed my teeth, may I thank you properly
for breakfast in bed?" She said.

Theresa turned to her and they melted into a deep,
searching kiss. Theresa's breath catching in her throat.
She enjoyed the kiss much more than she felt comfortable
with, but she didn't fight it. Rather she returned it in
good measure.

"Now that's more like it!" Cindy said softly when they
finally parted, smiling at Theresa.

Theresa blushed a bit.

John's hand casually traced up the inside of Theresa's
leg as he chewed. Swallowing he remarked: "Almost seems a
shame that you did such a nice job covering up. Makes me
want to rip it all off again. Perhaps it's safer for me
that you girls haven't seemed to notice that clothing can
be much sexier than full nudity."

"She does look sexy at that." Cindy agreed.

Theresa blushed even more, but enjoyed the attention she
was getting. She sipped her orange juice and leaned back
between them. Her other hand tracing softly over Cindy's
leg.

"Can I have some of that food?" Cindy requested.

John passed her the plate of sandwiches and held it while
she selected one. Then passed her a champagne orange
juice. She took a sip and then twisted to place it on the
headboard.

"Kind of like this breakfast in bed thing, gonna have to
think up a better tray system though. Maybe trays that
can hang on the sides and swing out over the bed."

"Always the inventor." Theresa chuckled.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how my outfit turned out."
Cindy said.

"Incredible..... I poked my head in and looked at it
before I made breakfast." Theresa replied.

"Really?"

"It will fit you like a second skin..... Maybe John's
right about clothing being sexy. The sight of it made me
want to rip it off. That damn mannequin is almost too
damn real."

"That's what I had in mind." John remarked.

"I'll bet.." Cindy muttered to herself knowingly, then
louder: "I can hardly wait to try it on if it's that
sexy.... And maybe let Theresa rip it off."

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." John said, "This
could cost me a fortune in materials. Might be worth it
though."

"Damn you look fine girl!" Cindy said suddenly. "Haven't
seen you all dressed up like this for a long time. Didn't
realize just how beautiful you were getting."

John nodded enthusiastically. "Both of you are getting
sexier everyday. Wish I could have scanned you both when
you first arrived. Then I could show you just how much
you've both changed."

"Don't think I was ready for that damn personal machine
probing my smallest niches when I first got here.
Probably would have run screaming out of the place and
turned you in at the nearest town."

"If you'd made it. It was damn cold if you'll remember."
John remarked.

"Yes... I remember. You were the first *gentleman* I ever
met. You were so damn respectful I thought you didn't
like me."

"Just how *did* you two get together?" Cindy asked,
"Theresa never told me how she happened to be here."

"I ran over her on the way back from the liquor store.
Figured it was safer to keep her hidden than to turn
myself in." John joked.

"No, I'm serious!" Cindy remarked.

"So am I." John replied.

"You ran over her?"

Theresa nodded.

"You tell her, I'm eating." John remarked.

Theresa poked him in the side and then snuggled to him as
she started to tell Cindy the story of how they met. Her
eyes dreamy as she related the story.

Despite his chewing, John filled in details from when
Theresa was unconscious between bites. Theresa listening
intently to these parts herself.

"You mean you stripped and bathed this lovely creature
and didn't lay a hand on her?" Cindy asked.

"One of the hardest things I ever did. I was so damn
horny I thought my dick would pop. Probably a good thing
she stayed unconscious. If she had woken up and seen my
raging hard-on I don't know what she would have thought!"

"Probably would have attacked you. I was pretty horny
myself at the time. When I did finally wake up, down in
what's now the gym. I didn't know where I was. My clothes
were all gone. I was clean, and I hadn't been. I had on
these damn giant jockey shorts and a mans T-shirt. Didn't
know what to think. All sorts of things passed through my
head. Then this nice *old man* brought me breakfast in
bed. Felt like an episode of the Twilight Zone."

"But how did you happen to be out here in the first
place?" Cindy asked.

"Oh... Caught a ride with this damn cowboy. God he was
ugly. He waited till we were way out of town and then
started to feel me up. I tried to fight him. He punched
me in the eye. He pulled over and unzipped his pants and
pulled out this pitiful little, ugly cock and told me to
suck it or walk. I got out. He shrugged and drove away.
Took my backpack with him. Everything I owned at the
time. It was night and real cold and I didn't have enough
on. I walked along for a whole hour without seeing a car.
Then this fancy sports car came flying around a corner
and I just ran in front of it trying to flag it down. I
realized too late that he wasn't going to stop in time.
Next thing I knew I woke up in the Twilight Zone."

"Did you actually run her over?" Cindy asked.

"No... I got slowed down to five or ten miles an hour.
Trying to swerve at the same time. I caught her hip on my
right fender. Threw her a good twenty feet off the side
of the road. She hit her head on a rock when she landed.
I thought I'd killed her, but she had a pulse. All I knew
was that I had better get her warm. The silo was the
closest place. Both to get her warm and to call for help
if she needed it.

I didn't even think about the case of scotch in the car.
Probably would have put me away for thirty years if she
had died. But I hadn't been drinking at all. I never do
drink and drive.. anymore. I think back from when I was
young. God I was stupid. Could have killed myself and a
whole lot of other people. If I'd been even slightly
drunk when I hit Theresa, I probably would have killed
her. Even full sober I just barely missed doing so."

"I'm glad you didn't." Cindy said, snuggling to her
friend.

"Me too." Theresa chuckled.

"So how come you woke up in the gym?" Cindy asked, not
thinking about the master bedroom not being finished when
she arrived.

"Oh... This wasn't finished. John was living down there,
had it set up like a little apartment. He gave me a tour
of the place after I was able to get around. Seemed more
Twilight Zonish all the time. This place was just a bunch
of steel girder's hanging in a cement tube. Couldn't
imagine for the life of me why somebody would want to
live way out here in a hole in the ground. Seemed like a
nice old coot though. And harmless. Seemed like a good
place to hide out for a while."

"Nice *old* coot? *Harmless*?" John protested, "Why I
should have ravished you for a week and left you out for
the coyotes."

"But you didn't.... and that's why I'm still here.... and
in love with you.... I still kind of think you're a nice
*old* coot. But not quite so harmless."

"Well, alright then. as long as you realize I'm not
*that* harmless.... But I'm not that old!" John said,
finishing the last of his coffee.

Cindy had been listening. Now she inquired: "You mean
that you've done all this work in that short of time?"

John and Theresa nodded.

"He did most all of it himself. I only started to help
when we started to work on your room. But I did all the
plumbing to heat the pool."

"Almost all of it... I never did tell you how much I had
to do to the rest of the silo to deal with all the
humidity you stirred up when the water started getting
warm." John said.

"But that's incredible. When I first saw this place I
pictured construction crews working on it for years!"
Cindy said.

"Once he gets his mind set, John's an industrious little
beaver." Theresa said.

"So what were you doing while John was doing all this
work?"

"Oh, he set me to slaving away in the kitchen, but mostly
I just watched TV and played on the Internet."

"And plotted the best ways to seduce me while I was
working! I still remember that day in the workshop when
she showed up wearing sexy lingerie. Took her on the
floor on a pile of sawdust."

"I had sawdust in my hair for days.... and it got into
*everything*! Itched like hell! But it was worth it. I'd
do it again in a heartbeat. He didn't try to fight me off
much after that."

"Meet me in the workshop in ten minutes." John said.

"Oh no." said Theresa extracting herself off the bed,
"Time for you two to get your lazy.... lovely... butts
up. I've been up for hours slaving away on your
breakfast.

Now Cindy, kiss me and then head for the shower. I know
you must feel like I did when I woke up. We got pretty
sweaty last night.

John, put some clothes on, real clothes. I'll be wanting
you to take me for a walk around the estate after you and
Cindy are finished with your playing in the lab..... that
ought to take several hours.

Cindy, you can dress casually till you and John are
finished with your play time. But then I expect you to
dress properly..... for our walk. Make it practical, but
make me want to tear it off. OK? I'm gonna go clean up
this mess."

Cindy and John just nodded to her in astonishment. But
didn't move.

"What, no morning loving for me?" John managed to
stutter.

"NO....... Maybe after our walk I'll let you prove to me
that you're not *all that harmless*. Now move it!"

Cindy bounced out of bed, her robe flying open by the
action. She moved to Theresa who pulled her into a hug
and then kissed her deeply. John climbed off the bed and
headed for the wardrobe dejectedly.

"I'll meet you in the lab after I load the dishwasher. I
wouldn't miss your trying on that outfit for anything.
Now get in the shower!" Theresa told Cindy, giving her
bare buttock a resounding slap. Then caressing where she
had slapped.

"Yes Boss." Cindy mocked, as she moved away rubbing her
glowing ass cheek.

Theresa watched her move, noticing how lovely the curves
of the cheek were before she turned to gather the dishes
back onto the tray. She lugged it back to the kitchen
after she replaced her shoes.

Chapter  24

Cindy gasped at the sexily clad mannequin: "God, she
wasn't kidding. That's *me* there and *I* want to rip it
off with my teeth."

"Me too, but instead lets slit these threads along the
top. Damn, forgot about the cables. Have to patch the
holes there. Maybe compensate for body sag if I just
suspend from the fingers, toes and head."

"Body sag! There isn't an ounce of sag on this body...
cept these lovely parts... and they're firm!" Cindy said,
indignantly. Cupping her breasts.

"Yes they are, truly lovely. No, I meant the sag in the
center of the mannequin that will result from it's weight
if I remove the cables from the hips and suspend it from
each end."

"Oh... I see."

"Hand me that Exacto knife. I'm eager to take this off
myself."

John slit the tiny threads across the top and began to
peel the outfit off the mannequin. The hip cables
presented a problem. He solved it by shielding the
mannequin with sheet metal while he torched the cables
between the body and the frame. Doing both sides and then
cooling the cables in a can of water before touching
them. The ends were fairly smooth, but wouldn't unravel
as they were melted together. He ran a file over some
rough spots before he pulled them through the tiny holes
they left.

The arms and legs he just unhooked from the frame and
snaked them through the large openings in the outfit.
Just for fun he suspended the mannequin from ceiling
hooks after he finished peeling off the outfit. It looked
spookily like a nude Cindy  hung there from the ceiling.
Her eye's closed.... having a *bad* hair day.

Cindy took the outfit and peeled off her scant outfit.
She had pulled on only some tight terry shorts and a
cotton halter top after her shower, as per Theresa's
commands.

Now she stepped into the skin colored outfit and began to
tug it into place. It was much tougher than she expected.
Some parts slipped into place like they had been painted
there, others were much too snug. Between her legs the
light fabric followed her almost hair by hair, hugging
her labia like a second skin. She managed to get the
outfit up over her breasts, but it was *way* too snug in
lots of places. Finally, with John's help she managed to
get the outfit all the way on. It stretched enough to
accommodate the tight spots. John threaded a needle and
coarsely stitched the top seam back together.

He stepped back to survey his work, and started to
salivate. Just about that time Theresa entered the room.

"God... the mannequins walking now!... Did her hair too!
God that's sexy! Make me one!"  she said.

"Too damn tight in places." Cindy muttered, looking at
herself in a mirror John had carted in and leaned against
the wall next to the replica Cindy.

"Been gaining weight? Maybe I'm feeding you too much?"
Theresa joked... drooling a bit herself.

John carefully looked back and forth between the two
images.

"No... and yes." he muttered cryptically, "The problem is
that you two have been working out...... and growing up
since I first scanned you. You've both put on muscle mass
and firmed up a bunch. Not that you weren't slim to start
with, but... yes, your hips and breasts are bigger too...
Your buns more shapely."

"Why thank you for noticing! I just thought I was getting
fat. Maybe all that work for a few veggies was worth
it.... it even feels sexy.... if a little oily."

"Believe me, I noticed. On both of you. It just didn't
occur to me last night. No way that Theresa's would fit
her with all the lovely extra growth she's put on on her
breasts since I scanned her. Looks like I'm gonna have to
scan you two again if we're going to weave you
comfortable clothes that won't make your nipples blue....
that is if you're up to it?"

Cindy looked at him and said: "Darling; You're welcome to
probe any part of my body with anything you want, any
time you want!"

Theresa looked at her shocked.... but sort of nodded and
said: "Me too... let's do it. I'm kind of interested in
the changes myself. Can you compare the two on the
computer so I can see what's gotten bigger?"

"Sure... I can even superimpose the images and highlight
the changes. I'm interested myself. Be a learning
experience seeing just how girls grow up.... who's
first?"

"Why don't you go first, Theresa. This feels so good I
want to wear it for a while. It feels so sexy I may just
wear it till my nipples do turn blue!  When I move it
sort of caresses my... labia. It's beginning to make me
wet... besides... I've wanted to unwrap Theresa since the
moment I looked up at her this morning from bed; standing
there dressed so sexily, like she was gift wrapped."

Theresa blushed brightly. But didn't fight it when Cindy
moved to her and began to unbutton her blouse as her
mouth moved softly to her lips. She felt herself
quivering. This alluring woman in the sexiest outfit she
had ever seen, desiring to see her unclad. She pushed her
doubts and phobia's aside as she abandoned herself to
Cindy's soft touch slowly peeling the sensual cloth from
her body. She was getting pretty wet herself.

John didn't *seem* to notice as he set about making
preparations for re-scanning Theresa's luscious body.

Both women were fairly dripping with passion when Theresa
climbed up onto the scan table.

"Do we have to get so personal this time?" she asked.

"No..." John said, "I don't think an internal probe is
needed. I doubt those area's have changed very much.
Maybe your vagina a little bit as your hips grew wider,
but probably not much. Unless you want to see how much I
don't think we need put you through that indignity. The
outside scan will be just as personal though. OK? That is
unless you want me to re-probe your inside?"

"No.... at least not with this damn machine. Maybe with
something else if it gets me as hot as it did last time."
Theresa said, half worried, half excited.

"I don't need to get quite *that* hot myself. This outfit
is doing a pretty good job of priming my pump *without*
that hot poker growing up inside me." Cindy muttered.

She moved up behind John and caressed his chest as he
started the scanner running on Theresa. When he didn't
respond enough, she moved off and began to caress
Theresa, staying out of the way of the probing of the
scanner. She shared an upside down kiss with her, bending
over the top of the table. An arm indignantly pushed her
out of the way as it went about it's task.

"Humph... a lot of damn good this outfit does. Damn
machine won't let me close to Theresa and you're paying
attention to the damn computer!" Cindy grumped.

John looked up at her. "You think I haven't noticed how
that outfit looks on you, you aren't as observant as I
thought. But I don't want one of those arms peeling off
one of Theresa's perfect nipples either."

"Thank you." said Theresa, only half joking.

"Why look at that! Mr. Happy *is* wide awake and standing
at attention! As much good as it does me. Maybe I should
get intimate with my mannequin. She doesn't seem to be
too busy at the moment."

"Why don't you..." said Theresa suddenly... then dropped
her eyes as John and Cindy looked at her startled.

"I mean... I'd kind of like to see what you look like
next to... a twin."

Cindy shrugged... but a part of her seemed anxious to
touch her double. She moved around it, sort of letting
her hands touch it here and there. She moved against the
back of it and felt the soft cheeks against her pelvis.
Thinking that this is what Theresa felt when she was
behind her. She moved her hands around front of the
mannequin and traced her fingers over the hips and along
the curves within them. Then pulling it back against her,
feeling her breasts against the firmly muscled back.
Pressing her pelvis up against the cheeks of *her* buns.
Without thinking her fingers traced down over the pubic
area and between the legs.

Theresa gulped, trying to strain her head up to watch and
out of the way of the scanning arms. The machine had
begun it's physical probe and she was actually oozing
from her vagina. John was sitting with his mouth open,
touching his self unconsciously. He glanced over at
Theresa, and noting her predicament, moved to tip the
whole scan table upwards so she could get a better view.

"Kiss me." Theresa said huskily.

John waited as an arm passed and then kissed her
passionately. He barely pulled back out of the way in
time as it returned.

"Mmmm that was nice.... perhaps before our walk...."
Theresa murmured, her eyes glued to Cindy and her *twin*.

Cindy now had one hand up caressing *her* breasts. The
other had found the opening in the crevice between the
legs. She was exploring herself. Becoming hotter by the
second.

"Did you include *all* the scans you made on Cindy in
that mannequin?" Theresa asked.

"Uh...yah. I did. Not on purpose, the machine just
duplicated the whole image. Why?"

"Oh... I was just thinking... Cindy might find it.....
exciting.... to see what it looked like... when you
were.... well.... inside her...." Theresa stammered out.

John grinned at her. "I think maybe you're right... and
maybe she wouldn't be the only one who found it...
exciting."

Theresa blushed deep red, but sort of nodded.

John kissed her deeply and then grinning like a Cheshire
cat, moved towards the twins, stripping off his clothes.

Cindy watched his approach with hungry anticipation. She
had overheard Theresa's suggestion and was surprised how
much it appealed to her. She moved to the side as John
moved up to the mannequin, then moved in as in a three
way tryst. John's hands moved about over both the real
and the duplicate Cindy, exploring and comparing. He had
to admit that the duplicate felt VERY lifelike. The lips,
however were in no way satisfying. He sought out the real
thing and they shared one of the hungriest kisses of
their relationship.

Theresa watched in fascination. Her body quivering with
pent up sexual passion. The straps on her wrists
forbidding her the pleasure of touching herself only
heightened her sexual frenzy. The probing fingers of the
scanner serving to excite her even further. When an arm
moved in to gauge her vulva her body literally shook with
pleasure. The machine didn't seem to care. Routines had
been written to deal with movement. The machine just
patiently re-measured... re-probed the area in search of
repeatable, consistent readings. The effect was not lost
on Theresa. To her the machine just seemed to be probing
her most sensitive spots all the more often. She strained
against her straps as her body began to writhe in orgasm.

John guided Cindy to her knees. It took her just a moment
to find his manhood with her lips. Sucking him deeply
into her mouth. His erection as solid as she ever
remembered it. She fought to bottom her lips out around
his throbbing unit. Then, the figure of her duplicate
drew her mouth like a magnet.

"Damn, no taste." she muttered.

"Oh... I'll bet you have an ample supply of the real
thing to draw upon by now." John urged huskily.

In a flash one of Cindy's hands found it's way to a leg
opening and under the thin fabric of her *second skin*.
Finding their way between her labia, she plunged them
into her vaginal opening. Alternating fingers in a
frenzied search for fluids. Her body quivering from her
own assault. Her other hand searching identical spots out
on her alter-image. After thoroughly coating all her
fingers and much of her hand she withdrew it and moved to
smear them over the entire area of the mannequin. Even up
inside where her tongue would never be able to reach. Her
fingers sought out the rear entrance and pushing in, de-
virginized it as John had the vaginal opening the night
before. A part of her mind clicked on the occurrence.
Realizing that John had explored the duplicate vagina the
night before only heightened her excitement.

Cindy's tongue followed after her fingers. As the first
waif of her womanly aroma met her nostrils and the first
taste of her nectar met her taste buds, her real body
began to convulse in orgasm. This only drove her to
search deeper with her tongue.

John lifted first one, and then the other of the
mannequins legs. He grabbed a bit of packing rope he had
in the corner and attached the cables coming out of the
feet to lift them. He attached the other ends to hooks he
caught over the edges of the bare beams in the ceiling.
Now Cindy's duplicate image appeared to be sitting in the
air. Legs spread wide to Cindy's oral attack.

A moan from Theresa caught John's attention. Looking over
he saw the poor girl glistening in the sweat of her own
excitement, her body trembling and quivering from the
machines probing and her sexual frenzy. He grinned at
her, but moved back to the two *Cindy's*.

As John moved in Cindy lay back underneath the duplicate,
staring straight up into herself. She quivered at the
thought that this was how she actually looked from
beneath. Quite sexy she thought. Perhaps even sexier than
Theresa..... Her hands grabbed John's member and guided
him between the labial lips. Spreading them for him with
her other hand. The area glistened with her juices and
saliva. She positioned the head against the vaginal
opening.

Between the combined juices on the area, John groaned in
astonishment at close the duplicate felt to the real
thing. Pushing in and feeling the slick foam engulf him,
almost identical in all respects except temperature. Have
to do something about that, he thought. Perhaps heating
coils inside around both orifices. and maybe a reservoir
of lubricant and a mechanism to seep it into both areas.
He pushed in until he felt himself bottom out against the
duplicate cervix.

Cindy was in a frenzy upon the floor, her hands running
all over herself. Her body quivering with pent up sexual
tension. The movements of her body causing the second
skin of her body suit to ride up tight against her labia.
Her fingers traveling over the area, pushing the fabric
tighter into her natural folds. Then sliding beneath the
fabric to plunge into the warmth of her vagina. Mirroring
the image above her. John began to stroke within the
pseudo love canal. Cindy's fingers matching the movement
within her own vagina.

She sat up and put her head up close to the scene. The
rich aroma of her womanhood lingering in the area serving
to heighten her sexual frenzy. Scant inches from her
eyes, John's penis stroked inside *her*. Her body began
to convulse once more in orgasm. Her mouth found the
underside of John's manhood, stroking back and forth
against her lips. She snaked her tongue out and tried to
compete with it around the foam opening. The taste of her
nectar meeting her lips from deep inside the duplicate.

To John it felt close enough to the real thing that he
felt himself slipping towards orgasm. With a great deal
of concentration he fought it off. This wasn't made easy
by the added feel of Cindy's mouth and tongue along with
her pseudo vagina.

He found no help looking over at Theresa, writhing
against the straps of the scanning table. The scan had
stopped now, leaving her without stimulation to release
her pent up frenzy any further. She fought at the straps,
her hips bouncing around as she fought to rub herself
against the folds of her own vulva by her movements. The
area glistened with the moisture of her excitement.

As he watched she succeeded in overpowering the grip of
the Velcro on one wrist. The hand instantly found her
pubic area. Her fingers fumbling between her labial lips.
Her thumb rubbing furiously against her clitoris. Her
body began to convulse almost instantly in response. She
abandoned her attack just long enough to free her second
hand. Then her hands were all over her body. The fingers
of the first hand now back probing inside her. The other
sliding over her large breasts, squeezing them and
pinching her nipples.

John was about to lose his battle when Cindy suddenly
stopped him.

"Put it in back! I want to see how it looks!" she gasped.

John pulled out in one motion. The opening slowly
shrinking back, leaving a dark tunnel just like the real
thing. He moved around behind the figure and positioned
himself against the opening. He pushed inwards as he
pulled back on the inert figure. It fought him, being too
dry.

"Have to go get some lube." John said.

Theresa sat up and removed her ankle restraints.

"This is silly!" she said.

Both John and Cindy looked up at her questioningly. The
whole thing had been *her* idea. (and not such a bad
one.)

"That floor is cold, I'm horny as hell and Cindy's about
to bust her seams from her writhing. We have a nice big,
soft comfortable bed downstairs with a drawer full of
whatever accessories we could want. Come on. John, can
you bring the second Cindy. I don't think she'll object."

The two of them nodded enthusiastically. But then John
said: "Just one idea.... since were likely to be a
while... why don't I thread the table up and get it
started on your replica... It'll only take a few minutes.
Then the machine can do it's think while we're doing
ours."

"Good idea!" Cindy said.

"Not so sure it is. Don't know how much of this sort of
excitement *I* can take. With all this fuss that started
over Cindy's double think what two might result in!"
Theresa said rolling her eyes. But nodded over the
suggestion.

John pulled his self away from the two Cindy's and moved
to the computer. The girls moving together in a hungry
kiss before coming to look over his shoulder. Just for
fun John called in the first scan and then wrote a quick
routine to compare them.

As they all knew Theresa showed marked growth in her
breasts. But also over much of her whole body. Her hips
were wider (and sexier), her buttocks more shapely, but
firmer. Her abdomen just plain firmer. But the surprise
was how much muscle she had put on her legs and arms,
particularly her shoulders. Looking at the images side by
side, it was obvious how much she had matured into a
woman. In the first image she looked considerably
younger. But in the second considerably sexier.

"Glad to see I'm improving..." Theresa mused.

"I'll say! Damn I knew you were looking fine, but I
didn't realize how much finer you had gotten to be. I
thought you looked super back then. Now...." Cindy just
shivered.

"Nice to know you feel that way..." Theresa said, but
blushing just the same.

"Come on, lets get a move on!" she concluded.

John shrugged and move to thread some new cable in the
casting frame. To avoid the problems encountered with
Cindy's image he added some removable connections to the
hip locations. Then he moved back to the computer and
started the process rolling. He watched for a minute to
be sure it was working right and then moved to disconnect
the second Cindy from the beams. He carried her over his
shoulder as he had Theresa the first night. The girls
snatched up what few clothing items were on the floor and
followed him down.

Once there, John unceremoniously dumped her on the bed.

"Hey, take it easy with me!" Cindy joked.

Theresa passed by and headed for the wardrobe. She
returned with two silky items. She pulled a pair of
crotchless panties onto the mannequin and then added a
cupless bra. Somehow the second Cindy got sexier.

"To bad she can't kiss worth a damn. I wouldn't mind
finding out how good a kisser I am." Cindy laughed.

"Good enough for me!" Theresa said, pulling her to her to
prove it.

"Guess I'd better get aquatinted with Cindy's twin." John
pouted.

"The hell you are! I'm about to bust! I call squatters
rights. That brazen hussy is going to have to wait! So
climb up there so I can squat!" Theresa commanded.

John brightened visibly and moved to obey.

"Oh look, Theresa. Mr. Happy's gone back to sleep." Cindy
mocked.

"Not for long if I know our John." Theresa replied,
climbing onto the bed pulling Cindy behind her

The two women descended upon John's shriveled member.
Fighting a mock battle between them, alternating who took
the high ground with her lips. John's hands began
exploring their firm, young bodies. Paying particular
attention to Theresa's. His hand found her large breasts
and played lovingly over them. In short order, he was at
full attention once more.

Theresa kissed Cindy passionately, then moved over John's
hips. Cindy moved hers over John's head, pulling the soft
fabric of her second skin aside. He began to lap upwards
into her womanhood as Theresa positioned herself against
the head of his penis and began to lower herself.

John was instantly aware of the difference between a live
vagina, and a foam one. Theresa was warm and firm and
slick with her own juices. Her vagina slowly stretching
to accommodate his manhood. She continued to lower
herself until he felt himself strike bottom against her
cervix. And then she continued her downwards pressure
until her thighs were flat against his.

John lapped upwards, Cindy leaned back against Theresa's
breasts and Theresa's hands moved over Cindy's breasts as
she began to move her hips over John's erect member.

Cindy's head turned back and the girls kissed over her
shoulder.

John was in seventh heaven. The firm Theresa's vagina
sliding tightly over his manhood. The rich aroma of Cindy
in his nostrils. The view up over her flat abdomen and
between the twin peaks of her firm breasts. He lapped and
stroked away in blissful abandon.

Theresa was going out of her mind with John's big member
testing the confines of her young, tight vagina. She
worked her way into a frenzy, only letting up as she felt
John starting to tense too soon. No sense wasting it. She
settled down to a slow easy rhythm that eased up on John
while actually heightening her satisfaction. The strokes
were long and deep, pressing hard against Theresa's
cervix at the end of each of her down strokes.

She wished that John hadn't had his vasectomy. She longed
to feel his semen expelled right up against her cervix to
begin it's long swim into her uterus. Now the fluid was
there, but contained no swimmers. She thought. The image
of John ejaculating against her cervix pushed Theresa
over the edge and she began to buck wildly about in
orgasm.

Theresa's sudden convulsions triggered Cindy's spasming
upon John's tongue. He lapped hungrily up to catch every
drop of her discharge. This didn't distract him quite
enough to avoid his own orgasm, which had been very near.

His hips lifted high up off the bed, lifting Theresa with
him and pushing up HARD against her cervix as his seed
gushed into her. Theresa screamed with mixed pain and
pleasure as her imagined image came true. Feeling a
sudden warmth up further inside her as part of his fluid
forced it's way into her uterus. She spasmed long and
hard, her mind awash in the white explosion of orgasm
which sent her away. Her body -with a mind of it's own-
continued it's contractions randomly. She fell off to the
side of John, un-aware of anything.

Cindy continued her bucking upon John's face. He had a
firm grasp of her thighs with his hand. Each time her
hips lifted in orgasm she lifted John right up with her
and his tongue never stopped. Five times he rode her wild
hip gyrations before he released his grip and she fell to
the other side.... right on top of herself. Almost
without missing a breath she moved her hips against the
mannequin. Pushing the legs apart and pushing her pelvis
area into her doubles. She began to grind her hips
against the inert figure. Her body jerking in wild
contractions. Again and again she cried out and spasmed
until exhaustion took her and she collapsed down on the
inert figure. Her hands still roaming over the mute
figure. Her head nestled between the foam breasts.

John watched in amusement for a moment, and then turned
to Theresa who was just beginning to stir.

He softly caressed her body as she opened her blue eyes
to face him. She pulled him hard against her and hugged
him with all her might. Her body quivered and jerked once
more spasmodically.

When she could breathe again, she said huskily: "What was
it that character in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy said
about earth..... `Mostly harmless'. " She grinned.


"Welcome back, lover. Have a nice journey?"

"Very nice.... one of the nicest. Was I gone long?" she
queried.

"Not too long... missed Cindy's finale though. She raped
herself till she passed out." John chuckled.

Theresa looked over at Cindy's inert form atop the second
Cindy's inert form. The top one was breathing deep and
regularly. Sweat trickled down off her face and over the
mannequins breasts. Theresa reached out a hand and caught
a drop on her fingertip, bringing it to her lips.

"I do love that girl.... And you." she said turning her
face once more to John's.

"I love you too." John replied.

They melted into a soft sensual kiss, accentuated by the
salty drop still upon Theresa's lips. Then Theresa
snuggled to him once more.

"John..."

"Yes."

"Do you ever think about... God?"

"Some..."

"What?... I mean what do you think about him?"

"Well kitten... One, I'm not so sure he's a he. Perhaps
rather an *it*."

"How so..."

"Well... over the years I've developed my own theory's.
Think about this: Every single particle in this universe
is aware of every other one. Perhaps not much. But some.
A movement of a single particle on one side of the
universe will have an effect upon every single other
particle. Some effects may be strong, connected with
either the strong or weak nuclear force. Others much
weaker, connected by the force of gravity which
diminishes with the square of the distance between them.
This may result in a minuscule effect over the distances
of the universe, but *it's not nothing*. There *is* an
effect. Now... Am I losing you?"

"No... I sort of follow so far."

"Good... Now it's been speculated by some -I can't quote
who- that intelligence is based upon levels of
complexity. That when a system becomes sufficiently
complex, that it becomes aware of itself. Now I tie in an
obscure study I read about a thing called `ordered states
of chaos'"

"Lost me there."

"Chaos is a state where there is no discernible order."

"Then how can it be ordered."

"Well, according to the study, Certain patterns seem to
emerge again and again within many systems which were
thought to be chaotic. Indicating that it isn't really
chaos, just that the pattern is not readily discernible."

"Oh.. I think."

"Not an easy concept, but bear with me... These ordered
states seem to be natural niches that *any* system seems
to *like*, for lack of a better word. Not only that, but
the states seem to be self replicating once started."

"How so?"

"I mean that once a system drops into these states of
order, it tends to have a growing effect upon the
elements of the system not yet part of the order, until
the whole system, or parts of it resemble these states of
order. Kind of hard to explain, but I get the feeling
that these ordered states are the foundation of life
itself."

"Ooh... you mean that there is physical evidence
explaining the mystery of life?"

"Well... not quite yet. But I'm glad you made the
connection. I don't know if anybody else ever made the
connection from this study. I have it here in the library
if you want to read about it. But I wouldn't go so far as
to say there is a direct connection just yet."

"So how does this all tie in with ... particles in the
universe being aware of every other particle."

"Because, I think, Kitten. That the universe is aware of
ITSELF. Think about the defining factors you may have
read about God. Omnipotent, Omniscient -all knowing-. In
all things, through all things. My theory fits all those
criteria. And if intelligence actually does occur as a
result of a level of complexity, well what's more complex
than the universe itself?"

"Oh... I get it.... Then it really would be all powerful.
If it took a mind to it could do... anything. So God
really does exist." Theresa said, profoundly.

"I think so.. but that doesn't mean that he takes an
active part in every little sub corner of his self. That
would be like you trying to control the growth rate of a
particular toe nail, or -closer to scale- a part of a
single hair. While you may, over years of bio-feedback
training actually come to be able to minimally influence
that (just for the sake of argument), you're not likely
to try. You pay more attention to your overall health. If
a pain presents itself to your consciousness, you deal
with it the best way you can.

"Anyway... All this means is, that while I do feel that
God exists, that existence doesn't have the same effect
upon me that it does upon believers of organized
religions. I think that God is way too busy going about
the business of making new stars and blowing up old
ones... -which makes you and I possible as we are all
made up of elements which were once part of stars- to be
bothered with whether or not I'm being a good boy."

"But if that's the case, then wouldn't it make sense that
he would visit a few on each planet and give them rules
for living." Theresa asked.

"Uh..... hadn't thought of it that way, but I don't think
so. The thing that makes us want to believe that sort of
thing is the belief that we are somehow special. I don't
think that's so. If the rules of ordered states of chaos
are true here, then they are true everywhere. That would
make life *very* prolific. Arising anyplace that would
allow those states to exist physically. Now that is
probably one hell of a lot of places. On the order of
millions to billions of planets just like ours alone. Let
alone places which may only let those conditions to exist
for certain intervals of time.... actually again just
like our planet.

"Sometime in the future our sun will expand to the point
where it devour our planet. Won't happen for some
billions of years yet, but it *will* happen. There are
billions of other places where those states may exist for
shorter periods of time, but they will exist nonetheless.
If God is really omniscient, and actually values *Life*,
then he must give each of them the same degree of
attention that he focuses upon any other. The result is
the same. He doesn't get involved in *local politics*."

"So that leaves us pretty small and meaningless..."
Theresa said, somewhat sad.

"Nope. Who's to say what the value of any part is
compared to any other part. You may not think you value
your big toes too much, but just try balancing without
them. You may not give much thought to your liver, but it
produces all the red blood cells in your body. Your bone
marrow produces your white blood cells. Your eye's notify
your brain that a train is coming so it can tell your
feet to get you off the track. One hair on your head may
tell you that a black widow spider is crawling on you and
you can swat it away before it bites you and kills the
whole system of your body. So who's to say that we have
any less value to the system than any other part. I for
one don't think so.

"I know for a fact that the entire universe will be aware
of the movements of my body when I direct it to move from
one chair to another. Knowing I affect the whole universe
hardly makes me feel insignificant."

"But... I.... I...."

"Look kitten. Do you like yourself?"

"Uh.... I guess so..."

"And do you like me?"

"You know I do... Cindy too."

"And do you feel ashamed of your relationship with me?"

"Uh.... no, not really. "

"How about your relationship with Cindy?"

"Well.... I don't know."

"Do you love Cindy."

"You know I do!"

"Do you think she loves you?"

"Of course... and I know that she loves you too... That's
not the point."

"So what is the point?"

"I don't know.... it's just that it says in the Bible
that two women shouldn't lie together."

"It also talks about guys having 400 wives and 300
concubines. Think that's OK?"

"Well... no."

"Actually I do. Provided it's OK with both him and all
the others. But even if he made love to five different
women a day, then each would only get to make love only
twice a year. Not very fair to the women. Nor him. He'd
be a physical wreck. But my point is.. that if it does
not do harm to another, then it is nobody's damn business
what *I* do or what anybody else does.

"I'm damn sure not going to purposefully sign up for a
set of rules that other people thought up to try to
direct my behavior because they think that I should act
like them. Or even worse, like they think they ought to
but don't really act themselves."

"So you don't think the Pope is important?"

"Not to me... I think he's an important *Icon* to many
millions of people in the world. He's a point of
reference in their life. His existence makes their life
easier. The symbology surrounding him lends credence to
the rules that the church has developed over the years.
But I think that those are rules thought up by men who
thought it was their duty to think up rules for people to
live by. I don't think that anybody else has the right to
think up rules that tell me how to live.

"I see the need for society to have rules that govern the
behavior of individuals who seek to deny others of life
or property. But that's all. Those rules should not
abridge my rights to live my life as I so choose as long
as I don't infringe upon the rights of others in doing
so."

"So.... you think that all religions are false?"

"I don't know, kitten. I'm a devout agnostic. That means
that I know I don't know, but I don't think anybody else
does either. .....

"Look, I know what this is all about. I know you've been
reading up about religion on the Internet."

"You've been spying on me?" Theresa asked in alarm.

"No... I went to use your computer because mine was tied
up at the time. I stumbled on your bookmarks and got
curious. I went back and followed them forward to see
what was bothering you... Because I care a great deal
about you. I love you very much. I care about what
affects you. And as I said. You have complete freedom to
do anything you wish to do as long as it doesn't affect
the rights of others.

"I care a great deal about you, but I also care a great
deal about my freedom and rights. The direction you were
heading could have a very profound affect upon both mine
and Cindy's rights."

"How so?"

"Well, suppose you converted to Catholicism, now you're
supposed to confess your sins to a priest. Now if you
think your behavior with Cindy and I to be sinful -which
it would be according to the rules of Catholicism-, then
you must confess this behavior to a priest. That requires
you to divulge to another person -whom Cindy and I have
no choice in the selection of- your behavior involving
the two of us. Now if that person is not up to the
conditions of his vows -which Cindy and I would have no
control over- he might turn around and report this
confessed behavior to the local law enforcement agencies,
who would take a very dim view of all our relationships.

"Now I'm not saying that any of this will happen, but I
am saying that it very easily could. One of the rules of
most religions, is that you're supposed to rat on
yourself when you break their rules. Fact is that almost
no religion in the world would condone the type of
relationship that we all share.... and I personally don't
see a damn thing wrong with it.

"I *have* been honorable in my behavior. When you first
arrived, I did not take advantage of you. In fact I was
very charitable. In fact you took advantage of me while I
was asleep. Now I don't object to this now. But I did -in
fact- then.

"Anyway. I have been more than honorable in my behavior
to both you and Cindy. I have never forced my will upon
either of you. I have given you tasks to perform, for
pay... but none of them have concerned your morals, or
ethics. Whatever behavior you or Cindy have chosen to
become involved in with me, or each other has been a
result of your own desire to do so.

"I did not try to coerce either of you into leaving home,
I did not coerce either of you to come here. You made the
suggestion that we let Cindy come live here. I told you
my objections before hand. When you insisted, I allowed
it to happen. I even supplied the means for it to happen,
but I did not make the decision for her. She decided on
her own to come here.

"You decided on your own to stay here. You decided on
your own that you wanted to make love to me. You decided
on your own that you wanted to make love to Cindy. Cindy
decided on her own when she wanted to make love to you.
She decided on her own when she wanted to make love to
me. I decided on my own when I wanted to make love to
her, but neither of us did make love to each other until
you decided that it was okay.

"Every morning you get out of bed and perform your
chores. Cindy does the same. Every day the two of you
perform the tasks that we agreed upon as conditions of
your residence here. We have agreed upon obligations to
each other. We all meet those obligations. None of those
obligations involves our love lives. If anything those
obligations are temporarily put aside when we make love.
But making love with anybody here by anybody else is not
part of those obligations. Anybody is free to decline or
accept anybody else at any time.

"Now our behavior towards each other has been fully
honorable according to the sense of ethics that I govern
myself by. I try to impose those ethics upon no one else.
They are mine. If one of you should offended my sense of
ethics, then I would notify you of that fact. Because it
would or could affect our relationship. If *you didn't
know* that it offended that ethic, then you would *not*
have the freedom to voluntarily stop the behavior, or
argue against the ethic itself. Which by itself would be
unethical of me.

"Now I don't know if you've followed this whole
discussion, but my whole point is that I am not the least
bit ashamed of my behavior. I am not the least bit
ashamed of my relationship with either you or Cindy. In
fact I am damn proud of my actions in regards to both of
you. And I am damn proud of both of your actions in
regards to both me and each other. I think that you have
both grown into bright, educated, caring, sensual and
sexy women.

Now most religions in the world would not agree with what
I just said, and that is why I don't have an "interest in
most religions of the world. Clear enough?"

"Hear hear!" Cindy said from behind John.

Theresa just nodded and hugged her man.

"Did you have the consent of that mannequin for the
attack you perpetrated upon it's person earlier?" John
joked.

"Yup... as she is me and it's what I wanted at the time."
Cindy replied, "But she's kind of a cold motionless bitch
when it comes to snuggling. Can I come over there and
join you two?"

"Okay by me." John said.

"By me too... Cindy.... my love." Theresa replied.

"So you agree with what I said."

"The parts I understood. I'm still real fuzzy on the
ordered states thing and all that inverse square law bit,
but what you said about our behavior towards each other
makes absolute sense. I feel much better now... and I'm
not ashamed of my behavior either.

"Except at times when I've been .... overly possessive of
each of you. Wanting each of you for myself while denying
you to each other. That wasn't fair... or ethical. I'm
sorry for that. I didn't know myself what I was doing, or
what I wanted. All the time you two just wanted the exact
same thing that I did.

"Sometimes I'm still a little envious of your
relationship. I know in some ways you're closer to each
other than you are to me. But now I see that is true
because you both have honored each others rights. You
share that mutual pleasure and that makes you feel closer
naturally.

"I'm going to do my best to honor your rights myself from
now on. Not only because I want to share that feeling
with you, but I want to feel it myself. I want to be
proud of myself for my actions towards both of you. I
love both of you more than you'll ever know."

Tears dripped freely from Theresa's eyes. Cindy's eyes
had their own leakage problem. John pulled each of the
women close to him.

"And now.... ladies... we are a *family*." he said.

They lay together caressing and kissing each other for a
long time.

"How about that walk?" John finally asked.

Chapter  25

It was a good thing that Mr. BLM wasn't on the hill as
they walked about the estate arm in arm, talking about
things that would be nice to do in this corner or that.
Making plans for the future. Sharing each others company.
Touching hands or other body parts or just sharing a
look. There was a new closeness between them all.

As evening drew near, Cindy said: "My turn to cook." and
pulled herself away after a quick hug and kiss from each
of them.

John and Theresa continued arm in arm as they sauntered
about the grounds.

"Why do you think most religions wouldn't like our... or
more specifically mine and Cindy's relationship?" she
asked.

"Oh... I think that's fairly obvious. It threatens the
status quo.  It's easy to think about a man and a woman
together being natural. You've got a nice warm niche,
I've got a plug that fits it. When men and women get
their unique parts together, most often children arrive
some time later. Life is a wondrous, mysterious and
therefore must be a spiritual thing. To wit; men and
women getting together to see if their parts fit must
somehow have something to do with spirituality, because
when they do it a mystical thing quite often happens.

"When two women get together and rub special parts,
nothing so spectacular occurs. Thus men and women doing
it is spiritual, women and women doing it isn't.. and
must therefor be wrong. Of course the same applies
equally to men and men..... "

"Okay... that makes sense.... I guess."

"Well add to that that those rules were established a
long time ago. When there weren't all that many people.
There was strength in numbers. When the same sexes got
together, the tribe didn't grow. And not only that, but
the two of them fulfilled their sexual desires and thus
didn't go off and do what they were supposed to with
others as well."

"Cindy said much the same thing.... it also makes sense.
But what about you and I?"

"You mean the age thing?"

"Yes..  I guess. At least society wouldn't make so much
fuss about it if I was closer to your age. It may raise
an eyebrow or so over the fact that we weren't married,
but basically they wouldn't much care. But because of the
fact that I'm under a certain age... and because you're
over a certain age... well they would seem to care a
great deal about it."

"Well... I guess that rule developed as a means of
protecting children. It would be incredibly complicated
to try to decide on a case by case basis, so it becomes a
general rule that applies to all people. That's one of
the problems with rules, they take on a greater
significance than the thing they were created to protect.
But look at it another way. Suppose that I had kept you
here against your will. That you only came to care for me
because I had brain washed you into it. That I had forced
myself upon you. That you had been a virgin when you came
and I had raped you, and that you had no choice but to
submit to me because your only other option was to be
cast out to freeze to death. Now wouldn't the rule
against our relationship seem to serve to give you some
sort of legal recourse to protect you from that. That my
fear of the penalties would serve to dissuade me from
doing those things."

"I guess so.... but you didn't do any of those things."

"Ahh but... there are others in the world who would.
Those particular rules were designed to protect you from
that."

"But what if I don't want protecting?"

"Well...In Law, there's a thing called Prima Facie....Now
if I understand it right, then it's purpose is to deal
with exceptions to rules. It seldom gets applied. Usually
judges follow the letter of the law. But Prima Facie is
meant to deal with the spirit of the law. Many states
have Prima Facie traffic laws. Now say you get a ticket
for running a red light. You can fight that ticket if you
can prove that it was safe for you to do that. The
conditions of the offense may be used to mitigate the
charge. Now it's going to make a big difference if you
ran the red light at three in the morning, after stopping
completely and looking both ways. Having full visibility
in both directions for several miles. You see no cars and
cautiously cross the intersection. That is a lot
different than running a red light at rush hour, without
slowing down or looking.

Society's rules, however don't always have a prima facie
clause to them. Sometimes even the hint that a person
might be breaking them is enough to garner the
punishment, whatever that may be."

"So... how does that apply to us?"

"Oh... if the authorities were to catch us... Say Mr. BLM
had a cousin who knew Cindy's folks and Mr. BLM showed a
picture of her to him and he recognized Cindy. He knows
that Cindy is missing and puts two and two together. He
notifies the authorities who first talk to Mr. BLM and he
shows them pictures he took from the ridge. Now the local
authorities from your area have a missing persons report
on Cindy, listing known associates... You. And you're
also missing. They have a description of you which
coincidentally matches a girl in the photo's that Mr. BLM
took. Now the authorities borrow the picture and take it
back to your home town and ask your folks if it's you.
Both they and Cindy's folks say: ' that's our little
girl! ' After that they take that information to a judge
who signs a search warrant. Then the commando's and swat
team descend upon our little enclave here. They haul you
and Cindy off to Juvenile hall and me off to Jail. Now
they bring us before a judge. Who will try to ascertain
just why two run away juveniles are living with an old
man in a hole in the desert."

"But..."

"Let me finish.."

"OK..."

"Okay... Say the judge is a fair one. He follows the
spirit of the law. He actually asks both you and Cindy
how you came to be living out here in the middle of
nowhere. You girls both tell him the truth and the whole
truth concerning your relationship with me and the fact
that you were both escaping the abuse of your folks. Now
I get grilled too. The judge is magnanimous and actually
lets me talk. I point out the facts that you're both
happy and healthy. That you have not been forcefully
abused. That you have been studying diligently for your
GED's and that I have provided a financial foundation for
your further education' once you obtain them. Now the
judge, if he doesn't have to answer to any local do-
gooders or doesn't give a shit about re-election may look
at the case in regards to the spirit of the law. He may
give me probation and shuttle you two off to foster care
until you two are eighteen. But, it's highly doubtful
that he will fully dismiss the charges.

Under no circumstances would he let you and Cindy back
into my custody to let you return here to live. Because
by doing so, would once again break the laws that I was
charged with in the first place. Even though it was in
keeping with the intent of the spirit of the law, which
was your well being."

"So you're screwed..."

"Oh... not really compared to what could happen.
Probation isn't that tough. It just stays on my record
and the local sheriff comes out here for a look see every
time some local girl shows up missing.

What could happen however is if the judge also happens to
be a fire and brimstone religious fanatic and has a whole
passel of do-gooders pressuring him to castrate me. Worse
case is probably that you and Cindy are returned to the
custody of your folks, and I go to prison for fifteen
years on a charge of child molestation, which results in
my demise in prison, as prisoners take a dim view of baby
rapers."

"But were not babies! And you didn't rape us!"

"Not much time to explain that when three guys with
sharpened hack saw blades are coming at me with intent to
actually castrate me... and the guards are conveniently
not listening to my screams."

"That could actually happen?"

"Could... not really likely. Now if you and Cindy were
closer to thirteen than to eighteen, then it very likely
would happen."

"I didn't realize how much you were risking by having me
here.... That explains why you seemed so freaked out
about it sometimes when I first arrived."

"I don't recall freaking out."

"Oh...you know. Tense when we were together in town.
Watching the rear view mirror because we passed a patrol
car going the other way."

"I call that cautious."

"Yeah, but I didn't know just what they could do to you
at the time.... I didn't know much of anything."

"Oh... you weren't a total loss. If you had been I would
have scooted you off to the local authorities and dumped
you on them."

"You wouldn't have!"

"Maybe.... more likely I would have just given you a
little cash and sent you on your way."

"Now that I believe. You're kind of a soft touch... you
know. A nice old.... *mostly harmless*...lovable soft
touch whom I'm very grateful to and love very much."

"Why thank you Ma'am! You're kind of cute yourself ....
for a little girl. But I'm not that old!"

"No, you're not. But I thought you were ancient when I
first got here. You didn't have any video games and liked
to work. Fact is that most kids nowadays wouldn't give
anybody over twenty-five the time of day. Let alone get
involved with them .... romantically."

"So you're romantically involved with an old man who
still doesn't have any video games."

"Yeah....I kind of like it that way too." Theresa said,
snuggling to his side.

"Think that I do too... shall we go see how dinner's
coming?"

"In a minute... John... I meant what I said about you and
Cindy. It doesn't bother me anymore like it did. I was
just envious of the closeness I saw between you two. I
think that's what first made me be interested in
religion. I was looking for a way to fill that empty gap
in my life. But I can't really blame you two. You weren't
trying to hide it from me."

"Oh... I guess sub-consciously we did a bit. But only
because we sensed that it would bother you."

"I know that..... It's just that... well. Can I make a
prediction?"

"Sure.. what?"

"Well... I picture myself going off to college next year.
I want to. I also picture myself meeting someone special
to me and getting married and having kids. "

"I picture much the same thing for you. That's what I
intended in the first place... but I must admit I'm going
to miss you very much."

"I know that's what you had in mind for me. I know that's
why you had your vasectomy. And I understand now why you
did it. I'm going to miss you too, but like it or not
you've got a life long friend. If I can do it without
hurting my husband I would like to come back and make
love to you for your sixty-fifth birthday."

"Something to look forward to."

"And your seventieth and your eightieth and maybe once a
year from now until you die."

"Hell, maybe it won't be so bad getting old! But can you
start now instead of next year?"

"Oh..... you *like* making love to me?"

"Can't deny it. I must admit having two teenage girls who
*want* to make love with me hasn't been a bad thing for
my ego."

"I think that any woman in her right mind would want to
make love to you... once she got to know you."

"Thanks.. now about dinner."

"Just a sec. I'm not through with my prediction."

"Okay..."

"I picture myself going off and doing those things.. But
not Cindy. I think she'll want to stay with you."

"I want her to go to college too."

"That she may do... but she'll come back. You two....
well ... *fit* each other."

"I don't know if that will happen. Yes, I love Cindy very
much. And we do have much in common. But she may want to
have kids sometime. That's not going to happen with me."

"Well... She may surprise you..  That's the way I see it,
anyway."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"That's precisely what I'd like to see happen. When I
come back I'd like to make love to *both* of you every
year. She may need it more than you if she hangs around.
You might just start to slow down when you reach seventy
or so. She might get pretty horny."

"There in lies the problem of the thirty year difference
between us. Otherwise your prediction sounds just fine by
me."

"Good. Glad to see you've got an open mind about it."

"Didn't say that..."

"Well... shall we go see how our lovely little wench is
doing with dinner."

"Okay... Thanks Theresa.."

"For what?"

"For taking the time to understand about how I feel about
Cindy."

"No problem boss... Wanna beat me after dinner?"

"You deserve a good tongue lashing!"

"Ooh! Can't wait!"

They walked in arm in arm. Theresa stopped before they
went in and gave him a soft passionate kiss and a warm
hug. She was brimming with joy. Life was good.

Chapter  26

Life *was* good.

Theresa's mannequin was complete. Her statuesque body
suspended within the casting cage. Somehow sexier than
ever. It made John want to crawl up and make love to it.
Instead, after dinner he prepped it and selected some
images of his own and set the machine about the task of
weaving Theresa a dynamite outfit.

Cindy still had hers on. She had pulled a light brown
pair of terry shorts over the bottom and added some
shoes. But it was still distracting as hell to have her
breasts so accurately packaged at the dinner table.

"Aren't your nipples turning blue yet?" John had teased.

"You would know it with this outfit." Cindy chuckled.

"We get to tear it off with our teeth after dinner. She's
got to be scanned again." Theresa joked.

"Oh God... don't know if I'm up to that much excitement
in one day!" Cindy said, rolling her eye's.

"No hurry. You can tear the outfit off with your teeth if
you want to, but I plan to have the computer busy with an
outfit for Theresa. One that will *fit*. So we can do
Cindy's scan tomorrow. I think we've had our quota of
frenzy for one day." John said.

"Seconded!" Cindy said, raising her hand.

"The motion has been made and seconded, are there any
opposed?" Theresa asked, jumping into the fun.

John shook his head. Theresa realized that John making
the motion and Cindy seconding it, left her as the only
possible opposed.

"The motion is carried. I get to remove Cindy's outfit
with my teeth. John will make a froth at the mouth outfit
for me after dinner and Cindy's damn personal probing is
postponed one solar cycle or a hearty portion thereof."
Theresa concluded.

"Hey! I like this outfit! Do we have to shred it?" Cindy
asked.

"No... I guess not. I like it too. That's what makes me
want to shred it." Theresa quipped.

"How about you cut the top tack threads, and pull it off
with your teeth?" Cindy asked.

John finished his dinner and after listening to the
debate a bit tried to excuse himself to fulfill his part
of the motion. Theresa caught his hand and pulled him
down into a kiss. She squeezed his hand a bit and then
let him go. John looked up at Cindy. She gave him a quick
hug and kiss. Smiling at him over the change in Theresa.

"We'll be in the Com room when you get free. I have some
bookmarks to throw away. Maybe I can talk Cindy into
helping me." Theresa said.

"Only if you promise to leave my outfit undamaged. Maybe
John can come up with edible ones for later."

"Not a bad idea.. and if it rains?" John asked.

"Ooh....  all the better. We'll sell millions of them and
not tell anybody."

"Meet you later." John said, retreating.

Cindy looked longingly after him. Theresa observing
Cindy, a half-smirk on her face.

"What?" Cindy queried, catching her look.

"Oh nothing.  I kind of like the guy myself. Now about
that outfit.... What if I try yanking the tacks with my
teeth....."

John found them later in the Com room. Snuggled together
on the sofa. Cindy's outfit intact, but draped over a
chair back. She had her terry shorts back on, but was
topless. They both were sleeping lightly, Theresa's hand
cupping one of Cindy's perfect breasts.

John roused them and moved to guide them to bed. Cindy
snatched the body suit on the way out and clutched it to
her breast. She walked groggily and John and Theresa
moved to either side of her for support. Exchanging a
happy look.

Once in the bedroom Cindy stepped out of her shorts and
stuffed the outfit under her pillow as she crawled into
bed. John and Theresa kissed lightly after disrobing and
then they too climbed into bed. Theresa placing John in
the middle so she could snuggle to him. Cindy
automatically spooned his backside.

"She reminds me of Audrey Hepburn in *Roman Holiday*
where she says: '*Soo happy'*." Theresa said quietly.

John nodded and snuggled to her. Kissing her lightly
behind the ear.

Chapter  27

"Get up Theresa! You've just GOT to see this!" Cindy's
voice rang out.

"Oh... " she moaned, "Where's Coffee?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" John asked, sitting up.

"Coffee's dripping. Come on Theresa you've got to see
this outfit that John made for you!" Cindy repeated
excitedly.

"Oh... " John said, heading for the bathroom.

Theresa got to the edge of the bed and looked around for
her robe to stave her morning chill. Cindy found it for
her and flung it over her shoulders. Helping her to her
feet.

"I'm coming." she said groggily.

"You won't *believe* this outfit!" Cindy bubbled, leading
her out the door.



John wandered into the lab, carrying a cup of coffee,
wearing his own terry robe.

Theresa ran to him and threw her arms around his neck,
hugging him..:

"OH Thank you!" she bubbled.

John fought to keep from spilling his coffee as he
muttered: "You're welcome." His face smirking.

Cindy was still bent over the machine. On Theresa's
mannequin was an indigo blue body suit. Flaming star
trails running diagonally across it. The tails a mix of
silver and flaming yellow. One crossed from left shoulder
and was mapped over the valley of her breasts to burst
around the right nipple in a splay of silver, yellow and
orange. Another started under the left arm and burst
around the navel. Yet another started at the hip bone and
burst over the pubic area. The rest of the suit was
dotted with fuzzy nebula's of various merging faint
colors.

"Wait till you see the back!" John smirked.

"Oh... tip it up please!" Theresa begged.

"Just a moment." John said, sipping at his coffee and
then setting the mug down he moved to unfasten the frame.

When the frame was tipped up the girls gasped. Saturn lay
mapped diagonally from left shoulder blade to right
kidney. But down below, a perfect crescent moon was
perfectly mapped across one bun cheek, the curve
following her thigh. A half-earth rise in the distance
hung over the other.

"Oh god John, it's beautiful." Cindy gasped.

"I'm speechless." Theresa said.

"Can I have one too... just like it!" Cindy asked.

"Sure... your scanning starts right AFTER breakfast. This
morning I want hash browns and breakfast strips. Topped
with two poached eggs."

"Oh John... " Theresa stammered, tears welling in her
eyes.

"She really is speechless!"  Cindy said, hugging her
friend and heading for the kitchen.

John moved up behind Theresa and put his arms around her.
She snuggled back against him, her eyes locked on the
outfit.

"I thought I'd give you something to remember me by." he
whispered in her ear.

"God it's lovely. Thank you. Don't know where I could
wear it without getting arrested though."

"Thought about that. If you added a pair of white terry
shorts, or a matching indigo skirt with colored panty
hose. That would cover both casual and dress up."

"Hate to cover that lovely moon.  How the hell did you
get it to follow my bum?"

"Oh... a matter of angle. I designed it to be looked at
while it was on your body. See on the front where this
streak is mapped around your breasts. When you look at it
from the front, it's straight. It only bends when viewed
from another angle."

"I think... mister, that you have found another
profession. Do you know how many women would give their
left tit for an outfit like this?"

"Hopefully not many. I wouldn't want to see a society of
women running around with only one tit. Although it
worked for the Amazons. They used to slice one off so
they would be better archers."

"No. I'm serious now! There's big money in fashion."

"Don't need it." John said casually, "But making you this
happy... well *some* things are important!"

She turned to him and pushing their robes aside snuggled
her breasts to his bare chest. Her arms sliding inside
his robe and around his back.

She looked up into his eyes and said: "Mister, You've
made me the happiest woman on earth. Even without that
lovely outfit.

But now you listen to me. I'm serious about this. If I
understand correctly you can put *any* picture on *any*
item of clothing? It will revolutionize fashion. You'd
have women lined up around the block waiting to get in.
They can bring their own photo's of what they want on it.
The outfits will *fit*! Like nothing they ever pulled off
the rack. Each will be an original. They feel sensual to
wear, they are the sexiest things that they have ever had
on. Now this is big business. You can't just forget about
it!"

"Theresa, women won't stand still for that *damn
personal* probing as both you and Cindy have called it.
And it won't fit properly without it."

"John, you've never been to the gynecologist. You have no
idea what women will tolerate. And as far as the probing
goes, I know that it doesn't need to be quite *that*
personal unless you're making a sex toy for her boyfriend
while you're at it."

"You figured that out huh?' John asked, "But think about
it Theresa, You'd have to make a mannequin for each
woman. If she put on ten pounds it doesn't work anymore.
If you sold a thousand outfits, then you've got a
thousand mannequins hanging around."

"So you charge $5000 for the scanning and then a storage
charge per month if they want you to keep it. Otherwise
they keep it themselves. Women would love to have an
image of themselves when they're young and firm to show
their grandkids. They can dress it up or use it to
display the fashion they buy from us. Put the whole thing
in a glass display case."

"How many women could afford that?"

"John, You're not listening! That outfit right there
would cost me a thousand dollars if I could find it. If
you only sold a thousand of them. That's five thousand
for the scanning and another thousand for the outfit.
That's six million dollars! How much would materials cost
for that?"

"Oh... I don't know. Maybe five hundred thousand."

"So you only make five and a half million, call it five
to deal with overhead of a high end location."

"But Theresa. I don't want to be in the dress business."

"Dresses? You can make dresses too?"

"Only tight fitting ones. You'd have to do the loose
stuff by hand."

"Oh god John. You could be a trillionaire!"

"But I can't spend the money I've got now.... " he
trailed off.

"But you could." he said, "And Cindy."

"What? We don't know how to do this?"

"I could teach you. What if we set you and Cindy up in a
partnership. We patent the machine and the process. You
could even sell franchises all over the world."

"But John, it was your idea."

"So what. I'm set for life. You and Cindy aren't... until
I die. And then only what I've got from investments. My
winnings cut off cold when I die."

"You mean that you put us in your will?"

"Who else... but the ones I love."

"Oh John.... " Theresa snuggled to him. "Will you kiss
me?"

"Sure. Anytime." he said.

Theresa pulled him down into a gentle kiss. Tears welling
up in her eye's. Then she hugged him hard for a long
time.

"Come on. Let's go tell Cindy were going to be
bizillionaires." she said.

"You're going to be bizillionaires. I don't want any."

"Not going to happen. It was your idea. The only way I
will accept it, is if you take royalties. Big ones. And
there will be lots of them. You're going to have to
figure out how to spend money better."

"Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?" John moaned as
she led him to the kitchen.

Theresa was bubbling with excitement as she explained it
all to Cindy, who could barely finish her cooking as the
excitement grabbed her.

"God... we'll sell a million of them. At a minimum of six
thousand dollars for the first one. That's billions of
dollars!"

"But who will buy these outfits? Most women can't afford
that kind of money." John argued.

"Do you have any idea how many women out there are
spending that kind of money for ill fitting high fashion
in New York, London and Paris?"

"No, I guess not"

"John, can you work with Kevlar?" Cindy asked out of the
blue.

"Huh? Not make it. But I could layer it into the clothing
without too much trouble."

"What's Kevlar?" Theresa asked.

"A material they use in bullet proof vests." Cindy
replied.

"An outfit that's sexy *and* bullet proof? Oh god, you
just got every diplomat's wife in the world as a
customer!" Theresa gasped.

Cindy served breakfast and John dove in.

After a time he said: "Okay, girls here's the deal. The
way I see it, we've got just over a year to put this
together. That's when Theresa turns eighteen. Cindy a few
months ahead of that. It will take me at least that much
time to get the machines and processes patented. At that
time you two incorporate and license my patents from me.

You've both got a fair amount of capitol stashed away by
now, but that's for your tuition. I expect you both to
use it for such.

I will agree to a strictly royalty based licensing fee.
That way if it bombs you're not indebted to me over it. I
also will purchase a large block of stock from you. Forty-
nine percent to be exact. You two will retain fifty-one
percent which you can buy from the company as your
earnings allow. That will give you operating capitol to
get your company off the ground.

Between now and then we build each of you a stunning
wardrobe. Which you two will model when you have your
debut fashion show. You will model them as we have no
other models, and can't really afford to have real models
around before then anyway. You'll have to watch your
bodies between now and then. No food binges. I think...
god I hope, that you two are pretty much grown as much as
you're going to."

"I'm not a model!" Cindy complained.

"You're sexier than you know." John said.

"But we don't have to model them. Except in private to
just a few people who control the fashion shows. We can
hire real models and scan them. Then make outfits for
them." Cindy said.

"Personally, I think you should have your own fashion
show. Don't deal with the fashion industry as it is. They
have a monopoly on things and they aren't going to want
to give it up. But if you girls hand deliver invitations
to your own show to the top critics for all the news
agencies, while wearing one of your own outfits, then I
think that you can pull off a *coup d'etat* on the
fashion industry.

If you show up at the fashion shows as a newcomer, you're
going to be like a beggar on the doorstep. Those people
aren't stupid. They're going to fight you tooth and claw.

As to hiring models. I think you two would do better.
You've both got outstanding figures. You're healthy and
well built. Most fashion models I've ever seen look
emaciated. You are after the high end fashion dollar.
Most women don't look like fashion models. But a large
portion of them do have bodies like yours."

"How do you figure that?" Theresa asked.

"Well... from personal experience actually. Say a man was
a horny single millionaire. What kind of women would he
choose to surround himself with?"

It took a moment to sink in. Both girls busted out
laughing. Cindy caught it while taking a sip of coffee.
It launched itself out her lips and across the table.
That just added to the humor of the situation. Both girls
were rolling on the floor holding their sides.

John finished his breakfast, smirking.

Chapter  28

It was a busy time. First off, they had to travel into
town for winter provisions. John hooked up the trailer
and they literally loaded it to the brim. The girls made
a raid on several fabric stores that left their
inventories short and the managers smiling as they
counted the money.

John focused on more practical matters like food, video
tape, a complete editing set up and as the girls would be
designing clothes like mad, practicing with the casting
machine, a whole lot more of the chemicals needed. The
chemical house was followed by  trips around to several
hardware houses and surplus outlets.

Lastly, as the girls went on a "mall crawl"  John bought
out a video game stores stock of the latest games. He hid
them away for Theresa.

Over the next few months John completed drawings of his
machines and write-ups of their principles.

His yearly endowment arrived along with a notice from his
lawyers: "You're doing better, but spend even more!"

He cabled them back asking for and receiving a
recommendation for the best patent firm. He double
checked with several other sources and confirmed the
recommendation. He contacted them and began the long
patent process. Next he contacted his lawyers to begin
the corporate process.

When asked why they should get it all set up, but not
instigate it until a certain date he informed them: "Just
leave the names blank, otherwise...you don't *want* to
know."

Even lawyers are smart enough to know what that means so
not another word was spoken about it.

John made a last trip into town to deliver his write-ups
to his patent lawyers by registered mail. Taking the
second cruiser he had it winterized and serviced. He made
a side trip to a jewelry store while he waited.

The girls helped prepare the place for winter. The second
cruiser was returned to the storage shed and dipstick
heater installed. A trickle charger now supplemented the
battery and a spare sat on it's own charger.

John had bought anti-freeze while in town and he showed
the girls how to winterize their future vehicles on
'Cruiser one. To his mild surprise they were fascinated.
He then serviced the snowmobiles. Again, they were
attentive over his actions as he lubed up the track
idlers and changed the plugs. Test running them and
starting them several times to be certain they would be
usable come snow. He checked all belts and added anti-
freeze lube to all cables.

The girls were going great guns on their fashion ideas.
John worked out bonding processes for zippers and
fasteners. Cindy insisted he do something about the hip
cables. He compensated for them by increasing the tension
head to foot and balancing tension side to side. Making a
junction a little higher on the neck between the arm
cables and the back. Now cables ran up each leg and then
joined at the neck with the arm and head cables. A
separate cable ran straight down the back and connected
to a cable connected between the two leg cables. The
result when cinched up tight flexed hardly at all when
the weight of the foam was added. However, the frame did.
John beefed it up with some angle iron and then the
system worked well. This eliminated both the hip and
shoulder cables. John thought the shoulders sagged a
little, but he added a Delron cross bar woven between the
three down cables and this cured it.

Rather than having to make every little change himself,
John taught the girls how the system worked. He had
computer aided programming tools that helped immensely.
Once he got the idea of three dimensions across to them,
it all seemed to fall into place.

The computer drove the arms, which knew where they were
by sensors on themselves and the tables. The scanning
table used contact sensors to read relative positions of
body parts. A series of floating wheels scanned down the
body gave a rough reference which more accurate probes
refined. A photo scan read skin tone and helped locate
such things as nipples. The computer mapped all readings
together to build a composite three dimensional picture
of the body which was stored in arrays.

On the casting side, the computer first determined the
exact location of the suspended cables. Then performed a
centering routine to map the body arrays around the
support structure. It then made passes adding material to
the cables, one layer at a time. Making a proportional
number of passes depending on thickness at any given
point. The central structure was made up of courser
material. The machine switching to continually finer
grained material as the surface was approached. Finally
it laid on a smooth skin like plastic, adding
pigmentation according to the RGB (Red, Green and Blue)
values from the photo arrays. The result was a lifelike
replica. Lifelike because it matched proportions exactly
within thousandths of an inch and the exact color values
of the original master (body).

As long as the replica remained in it's frame, another
coat -the clothing- was just a matter of extending
dimensions outwards from the surface. Then whatever
design was desired, was substituted for the original RGB
values of the body. Mapped over the array using a method
known as "Ray Tracing".

Cindy seemed to grasp the concepts instantly. Even so
John went over each part several times. Then Cindy walked
Theresa through it till she understood completely.

The rest was just using the tools at hand to convert
their ideas into fashions. Being able to design and make
changes in the computer and then rotate and look at the
figure from any angle helped a lot. John showed them how
to make dresses.

"Just map the surface down to the hips, then have the
computer connect high points on the front and back of the
object."

"But what supports the strand between the points while it
sets?" Cindy asked.

"The previous strand, which *has* set. Some sagging may
occur, but not much. You could compensate for it by
stretching fabric over the gaps and letting the computer
bond it in."

"Good idea. Like spandex inserts, or embroidered
designs." Cindy replied.

"Uh yah, but that's your area, not mine. I just design
machines."

"Think you could design an embroidery machine for me?"
Cindy asked.

"No, but I'll buy one. You can buy an off the shelf
machine that you can scan patterns into. No need
reinventing the wheel."

"Maybe not, but sometimes for a different point of view."
Cindy remarked.

"Ahh, the frivolity of youth!" John muttered.

"Well, tell you what *old man*, I wouldn't mind a little
frivolity myself right now. Care to join me in the hot
tub?" she asked.

"Wouldn't miss it." he said.

"Well, we won't go into that. Sometimes I think I
should...." Cindy mused.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

"No...What?"

"Okay,.... Sometimes I think about that time with my
mannequin. I don't know if you realized how turned on I
got.... and... well I was thinking of casting up your
image." she said.

"Not a bad idea. Why don't you."

"Me?"

"Yes, it would be good practice."

"Uh... okay... How do I start?"

"Well, we've been at this for several months now... You
tell me!"

Cindy grinned. "Test time, huh teach?"

"Sort of. Perhaps if there's a surrogate available I
could get more sleep."

"Oh! Are we keeping you awake at night?" she asked
indignantly. Only half joking.

"Darlin, I've barely had an undisturbed cat nap since
Theresa and you first arrived, but I'm not silly enough
to complain about it. I can sleep when I really am old.
Now how about that hot tub?"

Cindy snuggled to him about an hour and a half latter.
They were reclined on a double chaise by the bubbling
tub. The sweat running off their bodies wasn't from the
hot water. For some reason their love making had been
exceptionally passionate. Cindy traced her finger nails
gently around on his chest.

"John?"

"Mmm?"

"Could we make the mannequins move?"

"Mmmm... depends on what you want. Walking is pretty much
out of the question."

"How about hips?"

"Doable, why?"

"I had this wild image a while ago. I'd like to see your
mannequin make it with mine." she giggled.

"Might be trouble."

"How so?"

"Well.... might be some jealousy from Theresa's double."

Cindy was silent a moment and then busted out laughing.

"No, not if you can make mines tongue work!" she managed
to gasp out.

Now it was John's turn to laugh.

Theresa found them with tears rolling down their cheeks
and holding their sides.

"Hey, what's so funny?" she asked smiling.

They took one look at her and were off again.

"Okay" she finally shrugged. "Just wanted to remind Cindy
it was her turn to cook."

After a moment to gather her breath, Cindy nodded and
headed for the shower.

Theresa stripped off her clothes and headed for the tub.
A few moments later, John joined her.

"Sometimes you two are sooooo odd." Theresa said.

"But you can't help but love us for it?"

"No, I can't." she said, turning to him and moving into
his arms.

John did his best to repeat the performance he had done
earlier with Cindy.

Chapter  29

Cindy chopped an onion for the meatloaf, then mixed in
the rest of the ingredients. She set it in the oven and
then washed her hands and checked the clock.

She moved back into the lab. John was right. Time to cut
her teeth. She strung up the frame and then moved to the
computer. Pulling up the image of John. She toyed with
the idea of modifying it a bit, using her internal
measurements, but no. John was just fine the way he was.
A part of her mind told her if she ever did try it out,
and she knew she would, then she wanted it to be as real
as possible. She double checked everything John had
taught her and started the machine. Looking up at a clock
she scrambled back to the kitchen.

Dinner passed sort of quietly. The three of them basking
in the warm glow of the endorphins their bodies had
released earlier. John even more so. Cindy smirked to
herself over the reason.

Sometimes she would surprise herself. Like now when she
thought of John and Theresa together after she headed for
the kitchen. She was glad her man was content. The
thought of him as *her man* startled her a bit. But she
smiled inwardly.

He was *her man*. She liked that. Theresa was *her
woman*, she liked that also. She would miss her when she
went off to college but she would still get to see her
lots. The joint fashion venture would insure that. In
fact -at the moment- Cindy was no where near as
interested in the venture as Theresa was.

Certainly Cindy had seen the potential, but she didn't
really care about that. She was on her way to financial
security through her investments anyway. Certainly not as
well to do as John was, but heading in a direction that
if she worked a bit, she could retire comfortably.

The main reason she had so embraced the fashion idea.....
was John. Before the fashion idea she had no idea what
she would use for an excuse to hang around. She wanted to
stay with John...... Forever! But John had this image of
the "*girls*" growing up and heading off to college and
from there out into life on their own.

Cindy didn't want that.

Yes, she wanted to go to college, probably business
school. But then she wanted to come back.... to be
John's..... Wife? The word didn't seem right. Lover?...
More than that. Mate?... That sounded right. She wanted
to be John's mate.

In a way, she wanted to be Theresa's mate too. But it
wasn't the same thing. Sure, she absolutely adored making
love with the lovely wench. She got more beautiful every
day.

Cindy could picture Theresa being a part of her life with
John, but more like a visiting part. She could see
Theresa heading off to college, meeting a guy and getting
married. Then, besides working with Cindy on the fashion
partnership, she would stop by unexpectedly and stay the
weekend. Then she would go back home to her husband and
John would be all hers for the weeknights. Maybe
barbecuing up on the silo cover, like a large patio, on a
summers evening. Herself looking out with satisfaction at
how the trees she had planted were growing. Glancing over
at John turning chicken on the grill and smiling at him
in a come hither manner.

"I said, could you please pass the carrots?" Theresa
repeated.

"There's more chicken.." Cindy muttered.

"Chicken? Where the hell did you go girl? You cooked
meatloaf!" Theresa said.

"Huh? Oh... sorry, just daydreaming. Here." Cindy said
passing the bread.

Theresa chuckled.  "Yup, just like I told John...." she
thought.

John passed her the carrots and looked thoughtfully at
Cindy.

"When your plane lands I'll help you with the dishes."
Theresa said.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking that we needed some
trees outside."

"Trees?, Girl it's snowing out there." Theresa said.

"No, for summer time. For shade for the patio."

"Patio?" John said.

"The silo roof."

"Oh... not a bad idea. But back far enough they don't
interfere with my stargazing."

"No, I would never do that."

"I'm not so sure she's landed yet. Help me put these
away, John?" Theresa asked.

John nodded. Looking even more thoughtfully at Cindy.

After the others started moving Cindy seemed to come
around more. She cleared the table of dishes and started
to rinse them. John and Theresa put the leftovers in the
refrigerator. When Cindy rinsed the same pan twice
Theresa pushed her aside and took over.

"Why don't you go play in the lab or something. Better
yet, watch a movie. It's probably safer." Theresa said.

"The lab!" Cindy said and rushed off.

"You don't have any Marijuana around here do you?"
Theresa asked, looking after her.

"Uh... no. Maybe some seeds somewhere in my college
things." John replied.

"No.. I don't want any. It just occurred to me that Cindy
had been smoking something."

"Don't know. Don't think so. I quit trying to figure out
women's moods almost a year ago, about the time you
arrived." John chuckled.

"A year? Has it been that long?"

"Not quite. You were just a month off of sixteen."

"A year.... " she said softly to herself. And then
Theresa was gone.

John kissed her on the neck and headed for the Com room.
Life with two young women could be interesting at times,
he mused.

 Theresa found Cindy in the lab, Standing as if in a
trance. She came up behind her and put her arms around
her. Cindy leaned back against her, but her gaze never
left the casting table. Suspended in the frame was a
duplicate of John, right down to the erection.

"Pretty real looking." Theresa mused.

"Spooky." Cindy replied.

"So.... You going to try it out?" Theresa asked.

"Huh? What?" asked Cindy, distracted.

"Are you going to try out the mannequin?"

Cindy was silent for a bit then replied: "Oh... I don't
know. Doesn't make much sense when we have a live one
around."

"Yeah, and one who's tongue works!" Theresa chuckled,
"Still, it could be interesting."

"Yeah, it could be...." Cindy replied, still distracted.

Theresa's hands slid up under the thin material of her
friends T-shirt and cupped her breasts. Her fingers
sought and found the nipples, which were already hard.

"My, if your nipples are any indication I think you want
to try it out." Theresa chuckled.

Cindy blushed a bit. Then finally replied: "I won't deny
it appeals to me."

"So why not do it?" Theresa asked, sliding one hand down
and into the waistband of Cindy's shorts.

Cindy leaned back into her friend and didn't reply.
Theresa continued her explorations, sliding her hand down
over Cindy's soft pubic hair. Her fingers split and
passed on either side of her clitoris. Her mouth
descended onto Cindy's neck and she kissed it. Her other
hand cupping and squeezing a firm breast. Cindy moaned
softly in response to Theresa's advances, but her eye's
remained locked upon the mannequin.

Theresa pulled back her hands and lifted Cindy's T-shirt
up and over her head. Then her fingers found the
waistband on her shorts and pushed them down. Cindy
hardly seemed to notice as she now stood nude, entranced
by the image of John before her.

Theresa pulled off her own shirt and shorts. Again moving
up behind her friend, her bare breasts against Cindy's
back. Her pelvis against Cindy's bare ass. Her hands
moved around her friend and over her arms. She grasped
her wrists and walked her forward. Cindy didn't resist
when Theresa guided her hands up to the mannequin.

Cindy lightly dragged her fingertips over the chest and
down the abdomen.

Theresa's hands resumed their exploration of Cindy's
body. Her fingers descending down the cleft on each side
from her hip bones. They reached the apex and she pulled
back at the lips of the vulva with her fingertips. Cindy
responded by opening her legs a bit more. Her own fingers
had reached the penis. Her fingers fondling it softly.

Theresa could feel Cindy's excitement on her fingertips.
She was virtually dripping. She dipped her fingers into
the moistness and then one hand returned to the clitoris,
rubbing it softly with Cindy's nectar. Her pelvis moving
against Cindy's ass cheeks. Her lips once more upon her
neck and shoulders.

"Damn!" spat Cindy.

"What?" asked Theresa in concern. Thinking she had
offended her friend in some way.

"It's attached underneath it." Cindy replied.

Theresa looked over her shoulder to see what she was
talking about. Cindy sort of lifted up on the foam penis,
but it resisted. A thin membrane bonded it to the body.

"Hmm... Guess we'll have to circumcise it." Theresa sort
of chuckled.

She moved from her friend and sought out a razor knife.
Then she moved to the other side of the table and bent
over it. She lifted the pseudo penis to put tension on
the membrane and starting at the tip carefully began to
separate it.

"Be careful!" Cindy cautioned.

"Like it was real!" Theresa smirked, "Don't worry, love.
I won't hurt it."

Cindy bent to watch as Theresa completed the operation.
She then examined what would be the topside and made two
or three more trimming cuts. Then she trimmed off any
edges that protruded from the body.

She thoroughly examined the penis and ran her fingers
over it in test.

"That should do." She said, stepping back. "All yours. I
think we should unstring it though. Maybe put it in that
chair?"

Cindy nodded, testing the penis with her own fingers.

Theresa moved around the frame loosening turnbuckles and
unhooking cables. Cindy moved as an automaton as she
started to help. Once unstrung, the girls jointly lifted
the mannequin and set it astride an armless chair. The
pliable foam bending as they "sat" it down.

Cindy moved over the legs and used her pelvis to push the
mannequin back into the chair. Theresa pulled back on the
hips from behind the chair. The mannequin slowly
conformed to a sitting position, the legs sticking out
straight.

Theresa maintained her grip of the mannequin's hips as
Cindy positioned the foam penis against her vulva. She
tried to lower herself upon it, but in it's dry state it
resisted entry and bent. Cindy backed off and bent to
lick it. Forgetting herself she deep throated it.

Lifting her head she said: "A little roughness along the
top.... could be interesting."

Theresa grinned at her friend from around the chair.

Cindy seemed to remember that the penis had no feeling.
She licked it again, leaving as much saliva upon it as
she could. Then she once again positioned herself. This
time the head slid between her labia and into her vagina.

Just then Theresa got an idea. She let go the mannequin's
hips and the springy foam attempted to return to it's
cast position. The effect was as if the mannequin had
suddenly raised it's hips. The foam penis pushed upwards
into Cindy quickly and slammed into her cervix. She
gasped suddenly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her
knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed, pushing the
mannequin back into the chair. Her eyes closed as she
fell forward against the chest.

"That wasn't very kind." Cindy mused, her eyes still
closed.

"I couldn't help myself." Theresa chuckled.

"Actually, it was quite pleasant... in a painful sort of
way. Very realistic. I think I'd like  John to do that to
me sometime."



"Would you now?" John muttered to himself, watching and
listening from the Com room.



Theresa moved around behind her friend. Her hands
slipping around her as she moved her pelvis against
Cindy's ass and her breasts against her back. She teased
the ends of Cindy's nipples playfully.

"So.... are you just going to lay there?" She asked.

"Just savoring it. Feels just like John does. Wouldn't
mind sleeping this way and waking up feeling him inside
me again, like that time in the solarium." Cindy mused.

"I think I was asleep myself. You'll have to tell me
about it later. Sounds nice." Theresa said... feeling a
slight pang of jealousy.

She pushed the thought away. "No!" she told herself
mentally. "I don't want to be like that!"

She traced her fingers around all over Cindy's breasts as
she kissed her on the neck and ground her pelvis into her
ass. The action started Cindy's hips moving. The foam
penis following suit began to stroke within her.

Cindy moaned with delight. It felt almost identical to
John, except for the slight roughness which now played
against her clitoris, heightening the sensation. She
began to increase her movements. Soon she was making
complete thrusts upon the penis, now lubricated with her
ample juices.

Theresa felt her friends back rubbing against her
nipples. Her tail bone brushing against her own clitoris.
To her surprise, she found herself quite aroused by it
all. She reached down to help, grabbing the mannequin by
the hips. She held it back against the chair as Cindy
moved her hips upwards and pulled forward on each of
Cindy's down strokes.

The effect wasn't lost on Cindy. Who's breath was fast
becoming a moaning wheeze. Perspiration broke out on her
forehead. A few drops trickled down her cheek in front of
her ear and was found by Theresa's tongue on her neck.

Theresa found her own passion mounting as her friend
stroked away upon the pseudo penis. She had positioned
her hips so that each of Cindy's upstrokes rubbed against
her clitoris. In her mind she could hardly wait herself
for her turn upon the mannequin. She continued to guide
the mannequin's hips in perfect time with Cindy's
movements.

Cindy was now gasping for air. She hadn't expected it to
feel so real. It was as if John himself were inside her
as he had been earlier. Her hands feeling the muscles of
his chest, but the arms laying inert beside her. As if he
were asleep and she had mounted him during a dream.....
as Theresa had told her she had when she first arrived.
She thought about the young blondes body astride his
hips. The thought pushed her towards her first orgasm.

Theresa found herself approaching orgasm. Seldom had she
seen her friend so worked up. Cindy was moving her hips
in a way that rubbed against her on purpose as she lifted
from each stroke upon the mannequin. Her soft ass cheeks
riding over Theresa's hip bones and pubic hair. As
Cindy's hands now had control upon the mannequin's hips,
Theresa let her fingers wander over the firm brunettes
body. Finding their way down to the base of the foam
penis she moved them to bump Cindy's clitoris on each
stroke. Her other hand squeezing and pinching at her
breasts.

Cindy was lost in abandon as she drove her hips down
repeatedly against the mannequin's hips, driving the firm
foam penis into herself. Her orgasm seemed to linger just
outside her grasp until she realized what she was waiting
for. John wasn't going to tense up! Smirking to herself
she pushed herself over the edge. Her body began to drive
down upon his replica with all her might as her body
began to convulse. A whimpering moan started deep inside
her and built to a scream as it left her lips.

Feeling Cindy's contracting body against her triggered
Theresa's own orgasm. It took her by surprise as she
drove her hips forward against Cindy's shapely ass.
Fighting to hold her position as her knees buckled
beneath her. Her weight descended upon the mannequin's
legs, sticking out between her legs.

To Cindy it was as if the mannequin's hips suddenly rose
up in orgasm. Driving the foam penis up hard against her
cervix. Her body slamming down in response as the second
wave of orgasm wracked her nubile body. She convulsed
atop it, her hips seemingly with a life of their own
continued their stroking action. Again and again she
stroked and convulsed. Her orgasm lingering much longer
and deeper than usual. Again she realized what she was
waiting for; the feel of John's semen spurting up inside
her. The thought triggered another massive wave of
contractions.

Theresa slid down the legs, now pumping up beneath her
and against her vulva. Her face against Cindy's quivering
back. Her ass cheeks rising up against her face. On
impulse her tongue sought between the shapely soft curves
and found the sensitive orifice within.

The touch of Theresa's tongue upon her anus sent an
electric shock through Cindy's body and triggered yet
another round of contractions. Her vagina squeezing
spasmodically hard against the foam penis then ballooning
out around it. Engulfing it as her hips drove frantically
downwards. It slammed up hard against her cervix again
and again. Each gasping breath seemingly accompanied with
it's own orgasm.

Theresa felt herself responding to the soft foam legs
bouncing up against her. She slid down and shifted to one
side. Now a leg rubbed up against her clitoris with each
bouncing stroke of Cindy's spasmodic hips. Her friends
gasping moans of ecstasy ringing in her ears triggered
her own second orgasm. About the time her hips began to
convulse Cindy suddenly gasped and fell forward, inert.

Theresa's counter bouncing upon the legs had once again
made the mannequin seem to come alive. It was too much
for Cindy's mind to cope with. Something inside her mind
exploded and she lost all thought. Her body sagged
against the mannequin which continued to stroke up inside
her for a time. Her hips quivering spasmodically and
random contractions wracking her young body.



"Damn..... going to have to play dead I guess." John
mused to himself watching the two collapsed women on the
monitor. He had never seen the two of them so worked up
together. Cindy appeared to have passed out.

John wondered what they would do with a dildo. .. A
thought occurred to him. He grinned to himself as he
reached up to shut off the monitor.

"May as well go to bed. Don't think my two lovelies will
be up to anything but sleeping." he thought. Not that he
needed any further action quite so soon himself. But
watching the two women with the mannequin had left him
excited anyway.



Theresa stirred slowly. Her body quivering a bit as she
slowly got up. Cindy still inert upon the mannequin. She
moved to her friend and softly kissed her on the cheek.

Cindy stirred herself. Her head turned to find the lips
that were kissing her cheek. The two girls mouths met and
they engaged in a deep searching kiss. Cindy quivering
halfway through it as she became aware of the foam penis
still within her. Just like waking up with one inside
her, she thought.

Theresa helped lift her friend to her feet. She was shaky
at best. She pulled her against her and the two of them
merged face to face in a tight embrace. Then Theresa
guided her friend to the bedroom. Cindy walking
mechanically on rubbery legs.

When they reached the bedroom, John was already in bed,
seemingly asleep. Theresa guided Cindy into the bed and
then headed for the bathroom.

Cindy snuggled to John. She realized that he had an
erection and without a though she impaled herself upon it
and then promptly fell asleep. Blissfully happy. When
Theresa came out she crawled in. She noticed Cindy's
position atop John and then noticed with a start that
John was erect inside her. Both were asleep and both
smiling blissfully. She pulled the covers over all of
them. Cindy's arm moved around her naturally. Theresa
smiled to herself and snuggled to their sides. Before
long, she followed them into sleep.