M/f, f/f, M/ff , MF ==================================================== Castle In The Sand By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. --------------------------------------------------------- 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 --------------------------------------------------------- Castle In the Sand Chapter 30 Sometime during the night, John slipped out of Cindy. Sometime later she rolled off to the side. When John opened his eyes in the morning he was bracketed by two firm young female bodies. Almost by instinct each of his hands reached out to cup a firm breast. He smiled to himself. What could possibly be a better way to wake up? Cindy stirred first. Her eyes opened and she tipped her head to face John. Feeling his hand upon her breast. She rolled half on top of him as her lips sought his. Since the girls first arrived, starting with Theresa, morning kisses were traditionally shallow. Cindy broke with tradition as her tongue found it's way between John's lips. Neither of them found it unpleasant so the kiss deepened. When Cindy finally pulled back, John said: "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" "Mmmm.. Very well. And you?" She said, stretching. "Never better. I just love waking up with you two beside me." John replied, smiling. "I think you'll find the feeling is mutual." murmured Theresa sleepily. "Good morning sunshine!" Cindy said, reaching out a hand to tousle her hair. "Who's turn to cook?" Theresa mumbled. "Hm... don't remember. Why don't I help you?" Cindy replied. "I've got a better idea. Why don't I cook this morning." John said. "Nope! I just remembered. It's my turn." Theresa said. "Doesn't matter, I'm the boss and I feel like cooking. Why don't you two snuggle for a while." John said. "Yes, boss." Theresa said. "The idea does have a certain degree of merit." Cindy smirked. John leaned over and kissed Theresa. He broke with tradition himself as the kiss deepened. Theresa didn't fight it. John held the kiss a long time and then turned and repeated his performance with Cindy. "That should get your motors running." John chuckled as he slid out from between them. The girls rolled together to fill the vacuum between them. John headed for the bath. Cindy's lips found Theresa's and kissed them softly. Her hand moving to cup one of Theresa's firms breasts. When she finally pulled back Theresa mused: "My, aren't you a hungry one. Especially considering last night." Cindy rolled her eyes. "God, it was incredible. I could swear the damn thing came to life. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but suddenly the hips rose up under me when I was climaxing. Towards the end there, I swear it was pumping up into me as hard as I was pumping down." Theresa busted out laughing. "What? Think I'm crazy? I'm telling you it felt like the damn thing was moving." "No, that was me!" Theresa managed to gasp out. "You? No. I know the difference. It was the damn mannequin!" Cindy said, guiding her hand down over Theresa's abdomen and between her legs. Theresa fought to suppress her giggles. Finally she said: "No, it *was* me. You were rubbing back against me. When I climaxed, I sort of collapsed down onto the legs. That levered the hips up under you. Then when you kept going, the legs were sort of bouncing up under me. I liked it so I sort of bounced back. That's what caused the hips to pump up into you." "Oh.." Cindy said, somewhat dejected. "Aww.. I didn't mean to spoil it for you." Theresa said concerned. Cindy was quiet for a time and then pressed her attack between Theresa's legs. "But that's even better." She mused. "You're not - stop that! I've got to go! - You're not disappointed?" Theresa said, concerned. "Disappointed? No. Why would I be disappointed that my darling lover made it all seem more real? After we use the bathroom I'd like to show you just how un- disappointed I really am." Cindy said, crawling off the bed. Once she found her footing she offered her hand back to help Theresa out of bed. As she stood the two of them sort of melted together. Stealing a quick kiss Theresa virtually sprinted to the bathroom. John was brushing his teeth when Theresa came in and plunked down. Cindy sort of danced around in the doorway. "Guess I should have built a three-holer," John mused, after rinsing. "Two would be nice about now." Cindy chuckled. Theresa finished up and Cindy moved in. A look of relief spreading on her face. Theresa moved to brush her teeth. "Maybe I will install a second one. And maybe one of them Bidet things if I'm gonna have women around much longer." John said. "Darling, by your own plans you'll have us around for at least another year." Theresa said, rinsing. John moved to kiss her properly now that neither of them was conscious about their breath. Theresa hugged him shortly. Then John headed towards the wardrobe. He stalled on the way to try to collect one from Cindy who was headed for the sink. "Oh, no. Gotta brush!" she giggled, pulling away. "Fickle women!" John said heading out the door. "Fickle! If you weren't so adamant about cooking I'd show you who's fickle!" Cindy called after him. "Don't know why I put up with him." She mused, quieter, heading for the sink. "I do. Cause you're flat in love with the man." Theresa chuckled. "Yeah, guess I am." Cindy said, finding her toothbrush. "So am I." Theresa said quietly. She watched her friend brushing her teeth for a moment and then headed back to bed. As she passed John, she tweaked his ass. "Think I'd like.... French toast and bacon. Since you're cooking." she said. "Want it in bed?" John asked, sarcastically. "No... I think Cindy and I will be occupied for a while. Just keep it warm." she said with a wry smile. John chuckled as he slid on some socks and looked for his sandals. "It was *your* idea." Theresa replied over her shoulder. "Just save some for me." John said. "Some what?" Cindy asked. Stalling to get her real kiss. "Of what you and Theresa will be doing while I'm cooking." he said. He stood and pulled her into his arms. This time she didn't resist. When he finally let up she was a bit wobbly on her legs. "Oh... Your welcome to as much as you can handle I'll wager." she said, somewhat breathlessly. "In fact you're welcome to postpone breakfast for a while and join us." she added. "No. You two go ahead. My body demands coffee." John said, heading out the door. "Now who's fickle?" Cindy called after him. She slid into bed once more with Theresa and they instantly snuggled together. Cindy found Theresa's lips once more. There was no reticence this time. Sometime later they lay together, somewhat sweaty. They gently caressed each other with their finger tips. "So.... Are you going to tell him?" Theresa asked, out of the blue. "Tell who?" Cindy replied absently. "The Jolly green giant. How many *hims* do we have around here?" Theresa mocked. "Well, not counting the mannequin..- have to think up a name for him...- just one. What am I going to tell him?" Cindy asked, her fingers playing along the curves under Theresa's breasts. "That you don't want to leave next year." Theresa said. "Huh? How did you know?" Cindy asked, looking into her friends eyes. "Oh... I don't know. I just did. Call it woman's intuition. So are you going to tell him?" Theresa asked, her own fingers playing around Cindy's nipples. Cindy was silent for a time and then sighed heavily. "Do you think I should? I don't know what he'll say or do. I don't want to spoil it before then." she said. Theresa pulled her friends head around and kissed her. Then said: "I don't see how both of you can be so stupid. You're both madly in love with each other. John doesn't want you to leave any more than you want to. He may say he does, but it really scares the hell out of him." Tears welled up into Cindy's eyes. "Do you really think so?" she asked. "I know so." Theresa replied, seriously. "And... What about you? What are you going to do?" Cindy asked. "Well, my plans are pretty much what John laid out. I intend to go to college and get my degree. I want to meet someone my own age and fall in love, get married and have kids." Theresa replied, honestly. "And what about me? How do you feel about me staying with John." Cindy asked, hesitantly. "I love it! I think it's absolutely perfect." Theresa replied. "And me? How do you feel about me?" Cindy asked quietly. Theresa kissed her softly before answering. "I love you. With all my heart. I don't ever want to lose what we have.... "The other night when you came in to cook dinner and I was walking with John, I talked with him about it. I told him then that I wanted to come back often. And I don't mean for just a quick visit, but for lots of extended weekends.... "I also told him that I thought you didn't want to leave.... He said... '*That is more than I could hope for*' to quote him. He went on to say that he didn't want to hold you back. That he thought you would 'want' to leave.... I told him I didn't think so. But I do know that he absolutely does want you to go to college. He wants us both to. I think that's probably a really good thing. But I think he wants you to come back, in fact I'm fairly certain about it." Theresa concluded. Cindy wept quietly against her friends breasts for a while. Theresa softly playing in her hair. "I.. I.. love him... I can't help it. I can't face the idea of a future without him... I don't want to..." Cindy sobbed. "I know.." Theresa said, hugging her friend to her. "I love him too. And I love you.... but my dream isn't here. I want to raise kids. I can't do that with John.... Have you thought about that?" Cindy nodded against Theresa's breasts. She swallowed hard and finally replied; "Yes. I thought about it.... I don't think I have a burning need to have children.... I understand that you do.. but for me... well, there's already five billion people on earth.... but that's not really it. It's just that I don't want children if it means leaving John to do it." She broke down again as she finished. Theresa hugged her close and let her cry. After a time she began to caress her friend. Suddenly Cindy was kissing her fiercely. Theresa understood Cindy's need for release and returned the kiss. Her hands moving to cups Cindy's breasts. Later after they showered and were dressing Theresa said: "I think it will all work out fine... You're good for John's heart in more ways than one. At least you'll keep him exercised." "Thank you... lover." Cindy said softly, "And thanks for letting me cry on you." "No problem... just one hint." Theresa said. "What's that?" Cindy asked. "Just don't let John find out how *hot* crying makes you. He might be tempted to treat you badly just to trigger it." Theresa chuckled. Cindy chuckled too. "Come on... lover. Let's find out if our breakfast is cold." Theresa said. "Uh.. Can I have just one more kiss before we go?" Cindy asked. "Always." Theresa said, pulling her into her arms. Chapter 31 John sat drinking coffee, reading a print out. He hadn't viewed what the girls were doing for some reason. He sensed he didn't really want to know. Besides, the tape was running, making an accurate record he could watch in the future should the urge strike him, it hadn't yet. Lately his surveillance had started to nag at him. He changed the tapes mainly out of habit. Heaven knows he certainly had much more than enough material for any sexual stimulation he was ever likely to use them for. But that wasn't really why he did it. On the tapes was a history. It was a record of two women growing up. Their social interactions between themselves, and he. Part of him he hadn't really acknowledged looked forward to viewing the tapes with Cindy when he got old... *er*. Perhaps the nagging feeling was a surfacing of his ethics. He didn't examine his motivations too closely. Life was good. Not a likely time for soul searching. He looked up and smiled at his two lovelies when they entered the kitchen. He could tell that something important had transpired. They were somehow different... more... content with themselves about something. Cindy smiled at him and moved to sit in his lap. She snuggled to him. Theresa passed by on the way to the coffee, running her fingers through his hair as she walked by. "So... Did you keep it warm for us?" She asked. "In the oven. Have a nice time?" John asked, he kissed Cindy softly on the cheek. "Mmm.. Very nice." Cindy said, snuggling to him. "Yes, quite nice." Theresa added, "Thank you for being such a dear." "You asked me to keep it warm. Not too tough to put it into the oven." John said, lightly. "I know... but. Well thank you, just the same..." Theresa said. She moved the hot plates to the table, placing one in front of Cindy. "You're both quite welcome..." John said, snagging a piece of bacon from Cindy's plate. He took a bite and then fed the rest to Cindy. Once food hit her mouth she kissed him lightly and moved to another chair. "Didn't you eat?" Theresa asked. "Yes, but bacon stealing is a long tempting tradition. For some reason certain foods are fair game. Like French fries. You'd never think about stealing an asparagus spear, but something like bacon compels your hand." He chuckled. "So what's on the agenda today?" Cindy asked between bites. "Oh... not too much. I've got some legal mumbo jumbo to dig through over the patents. What about you girls?" "Oh.. I don't know. Thought I'd study some and I think Cindy and I need to get moving on some fashions." Theresa said. "I was wondering if you girls were going to clean up that mess in the lab." John kind of chuckled. Both girls blushed crimson. "I... I... I'm sorry John.. " Cindy stuttered. "Relax... love. It's not that big a deal. I was just teasing" John said, chuckling. "I... I.. Couldn't help myself.. I saw the completed mannequin and it looked so much like you.. and well I guess I just got carried away... " Cindy said, defending herself. "I said relax. I meant it. You think that I'm going to find your being sexually attracted to an exact image of me somehow offensive.. then you don't understand me very well." John giggled. "Wish I could take one with me to college." Theresa mused, still blushing. "Why not?" John asked. "Might cause a ruckus in the dorm." Theresa replied. "Sweetheart, I don't know if you realize it, but you don't have to stay in a dorm. You're well off enough now that you can afford an apartment of your own as well as tuition." John said. Theresa looked up startled. She hadn't thought of herself as "Well to do." "You really are a sweetheart, John. You can steal my bacon any time you like." Cindy said. "Why thank you kindly, Ma'am." John said. "Quite welcome, Sir." she replied. "You know, you're spoiling other men for us." Theresa said, finishing her French toast. "My great secret plan." John said. "It's working." Cindy muttered to herself. Chapter 32 The girls cleaned up and headed off to clean up the lab. The mannequin was half sprawled out hanging off the chair, it's perpetual erection still holding an attraction for the girls. Cindy bent to pick up their clothes. Theresa hauled the mannequin back up into the chair. It didn't want to bend, but would lean against the back. "Let's hang it up by the others." Theresa said. The other mannequins hung in a row from a beam by their head cables. There was getting to be quite a collection of them. John had made a second Cindy and an earlier Theresa. The girls each had a pair of twins hanging before them. Not quite twins as one of each was a slightly younger representation of them. The difference between them was incredible. The older models had larger breasts, wider hips and an overall firmer muscle tone. Looking at the difference made the girls feel proud of their bodies. As a partial attempt to make them less of a distraction, John had spun clothes on each of them. Trying out different styles. The elder Cindy wore a duplicate of the first outfit that John had made for Theresa along with a short black skirt. The girls jointly strung John at the end of the row, next to the elder Cindy. On a whim, Cindy moved the fabric on her own double aside and "connected" them. "You do make a fine looking couple." Theresa mused, looking at the mannequins. "Yeah. I guess we do. Kind of looks a little out of place though with John not having any clothing on. Kind of looks like '*I*' discovered him undressed and decided to rape him." Cindy said. "So... let's make him some clothes." Theresa suggested. "Why not. Let's." Cindy replied. The girls spent most the rest of the day working with different designs on the computer. They settled on a fairly traditional tuxedo style. Except much better fitting than one off the rack. It was with some reluctance they separated the two mannequins to restring John into the frame. They each got a little worked up when they set about applying the thin tissue and oiling it. Finally they got the body covered and started the spinning process. "Think I'll take a swim and then study some." Theresa said. "Think I'll go check what John wants for lunch. How about you? Want me to bring you some?" Cindy asked. "I am a little hungry. Give me a call when it's ready and I'll come get it." Theresa replied. "Nonsense. If I can't wait on my lover, then I quit. I'll bring it to you." Cindy said. "I know, you just want to see more of my nude body." Theresa chuckled. "Guilty." Cindy replied, tweaking a bun cheek. Theresa lifted her and Cindy's tops and moved to merge their bare breasts together. She kissed her friend softly and hugged her. "God I love you...You are more than welcome to look at any part of me, any time you want." She said softly. "Ditto, babe." Cindy said, "I'll look forward to it in about half an hour." Cindy kissed her softly and then pulled reluctantly away. She smiled back at Theresa as she left. Theresa checked on the progress of the weaving and then - as if compelled- she moved to the hanging elder Cindy. She lifted the skirt and sort of examined the pubic area. Feeling herself flush with excitement, she returned the fabric over the area and smoothed the skirt. "I really do love you." she said quietly, looking up at the mannequin. She reluctantly left for the pool. Cindy found John in the Com room. She came up behind him and rubbed his neck and shoulders. "What ya doing?" She asked. "Oh, finishing up on the patent papers.... that feels good. This legal shit always makes me tense." He said, leaning back into Cindy's hands. "Anyway I can help?" Cindy asked, playfully. "Just keep doing what you're doing." John replied with his eyes closed. Cindy looked down on her man as she rubbed his shoulders. His hair was getting a little thin on top and just a touch gray at the temples. His body was firm from hard work on the garden and silo. She watched as he responded to her touch. A slight bulge growing in his pants. She leaned down and gave him an upside down kiss. The top of her tongue sliding over his. Quite pleasant. She thought. She also noticed the effect was not lost on John. The bulge had gotten a lot bigger. She kissed him on the neck and moved around him. "I know just the thing for tenseness." she said, sinking to her knees between his legs. John continued to lay back with his eyes closed as she unfastened his trousers. As Cindy turned her attention to his manhood, she was thinking how much nicer the real one was. Theresa stripped off her clothes and dove in. It was sunny outside and the tracking mirror projected a lovely rainbow across the pool area wall. She swam on her back, several times across the pool admiring it. Thinking what a nice job John had done on the place. Lot's of little nice touches everywhere you looked. Like the tracking mirror which brought daylight into the silo. On several of the floors he had mounted prism's which cast rainbows of color across the walls whenever the sun was out. She swam to the edge of the pool and grabbed a remote control which she used to turn on some music. Then she turned about and swam several hard laps. Finally grabbing a floating chair and climbing into it. She lay back listening to the music and watching the rainbow. "Not such a bad place to live." she thought to herself. Cindy snuggled in John's lap. She too watched a rainbow pattern creep across a wall. She sighed contentedly. "So what do you want for lunch?" she asked. "Hmm... How about this breast.. and these lips... followed by roast beef sandwiches and then maybe a taste of this.." John said. Cindy giggled a bit and then moaned slightly over where John's fingers were.... again. Where his manhood had been a short time before. She quivered a bit as she reluctantly pulled herself out of his lap and found her shorts. "Roast beef it is." She said, bending back to kiss him. His slick fingers found a nipple and tweaked it. He noticed the glistening moisture and moved to lick it off. "Now stop that!" Cindy giggled, not pulling away. "Or it will be dinner by the time I get lunch ready." John chuckled and kissed her once more before turning her around and lightly patting her cute rear end towards the kitchen. She snagged her blouse and pulled it on as she walked away. John looked after her admiring the way the terry shorts hugged her buns. Then he turned back to his legal papers, feeling much less tense. A little while later Cindy sat a plate and a cup of coffee next to him. She kissed him on the cheek and left. John muttering his thanks without looking up from his papers. Cindy carried a tray down to the pool. Her own lunch as well as Theresa's upon it. She set it down on the table and looked admiring at the nude blonde reclined in the floating chair. Thinking how much more beautiful Theresa got everyday. Her breasts up firm and high on her chest. Her stomach muscles firm and flat above the trim little patch of golden pubic hair. Despite her session with John just a short time before she felt herself flush with desire. "Hey, cutie. Come eat." She called. Theresa looked up at her friend and then slid out of the chair and swam strongly towards the ladder. Cindy watched her firm backside sliding through the water. She held a towel out for her friend as she climbed out. Wrapping it around her, she pulled her into a quick kiss. Theresa held it a bit longer, then moved to the table. Looking back Cindy was still standing by the pools edge, looking after her. "What?" Theresa asked. Cindy seemed to come to her senses and moved to the table. "Oh.. nothing. I was just admiring your lovely body." She chuckled. "I knew it. Just as I predicted." Theresa chuckled, "Any particular spot?" "Not really. The whole damn thing is nigh on perfect. I don't know if you realize just how gorgeous you really are." Cindy said, sitting down and reaching for a sandwich. Theresa stopped her sandwich halfway to her mouth. Looking a little surprised at her friend. "No... But I know how gorgeous you are." She said softly. "Come on. Let's eat. My pretty. Or we won't get anything else done today but each other.... and John." Cindy chuckled. "Thought it was a long half hour." Theresa chuckled, sipping a soda. "Oh.. he just sort of seemed tense... so I cured it." Cindy mused. Theresa chuckled. Then said: "Tell me about it." "What?" Cindy asked. "Tell me about it. Describe how it happened. Tell me what you did. Tell me how it felt. Everything." Theresa said. "Really?" Cindy asked, a bit surprised. "Really. I want to hear all about it." Theresa said, seriously. "Why?" Cindy asked. "Oh.. I just do." Theresa replied. "Okay...Well.. I went into the Com room and John was sitting with his back to me.... " Cindy began. As they ate Cindy told her all about it. Theresa asked leading questions until Cindy was filling in all the details. Describing exactly what things felt like and what she did. Theresa felt herself flushing with desire. She knew she was getting damp inside. She slipped a hand below the table and lightly touched herself as Cindy talked. Continuing to eat and drink with her other hand. Her face flushed and her breathing increasing. As she talked, Cindy began to notice her friends state of excitement. This made her realize how excited she was becoming herself. She noticed the absence of Theresa's hand and the slight movement of her arm. This led her to drop one of her own hands and unfasten her shorts. The hand slid inside and her fingers made their way between her legs, feeling her own dampness. The food and drinks were long gone. As Cindy concluded her story, both girls were stroking deep inside themselves. Theresa knew very well now where Cindy's hand was too. She openly squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples with her other hand. Cindy pulled her blouse off and mirrored her actions. The two girls looking into each others flushed faces across the table, neither making a move towards the other one as they excited themselves. When Cindy described how John's orgasm felt inside her a soft cry emerged from Theresa's lips, she leaned back as her body convulsed in orgasm. This triggered Cindy's own orgasm which took her by surprise. Her body jerking in her chair. The girls were quiet for a time. Each lightly stroking her own body as she cooled down and caught her breath. Finally Theresa said: "Thank you.. Think I'll take a dip to cool off." "You're welcome... but don't go in the water. You just ate, remember?" Cindy replied. "Oh.. yeah. Wups." Theresa said. "Come here... I'll cool you off." Cindy invited. Theresa moved to sit in Cindy's lap. She kissed her deeply. "I don't think cooling me off is what you had in mind." She chuckled, cupping a breast and lightly caressing it. Cindy's hands lightly stroked over Theresa's soft skin. "Actually. It was.... but if you'd rather?" Cindy said. "Well... I wouldn't mind a little taste of desert." Theresa said, sliding down in front of her. She pulled Cindy's shorts off and moved between her legs. Cindy closed her eyes and moved her hips forward to meet her friends lips. John flipped on the monitor to see what the girls were up to. "Damn... at it again." he muttered. He couldn't help but find what he saw exciting, but he also thought to himself how lucky he was that the girls had each other. There was no way he could have kept up with their sexual appetites by himself. He watched as Cindy's hips lifted in orgasm and Theresa's mouth followed them... just as he had taught her by doing it to her. He switched off the monitor and went in search of another cup of coffee. The girls lay on a double chaise lightly stroking each other. Now they were languid with endorphins. Cindy even more so than Theresa. "I may be going off to school... but I *never* want to lose this." Theresa said softly. Cindy kissed her lightly on a nipple. "Shower with me?" she asked. "Love to. But I don't think I could handle another orgasm for a while." Theresa replied. Cindy rolled her eyes. "Me neither. I just like to rub bodies with you." "Mmm... me to." Theresa said, proving it. Later they all met up in the kitchen. Theresa started preparations for dinner. Cindy jumped in to help her. John sitting back reading some legal papers and making notes on a pad. "Think you girls could do without me for a while?" he asked. Both girls looked at him somewhat alarmed. He smiled at them... and himself over the irony of the question considering what he had seen on the monitor earlier. "I need to make a trip to meet with my lawyers and sign some papers." he explained, "I think it would be pushing our luck a bit to take you two." "I know... he's meeting another woman and doesn't want us along." Cindy teased. "More like I get a break from too much loving." John said, lightly. "Aww... Have we tuckered you out?" Theresa teased. "Not yet. But a break to recharge my batteries might be nice." he replied. "I think we can make do for a while." Cindy said. Theresa nodded her agreement. "For how long?" She asked. "Oh... probably just a couple of days, but maybe as long as a week. Depends on how the meetings go." John replied. "Sure... When you going?" Theresa asked. "Oh... probably the first of next week." John said. "When is that? What day is it?" Cindy asked. "It's Wednesday, three days before your birthday." John chuckled. "My birthday?" Cindy asked. "Yeah, you know. Happens every year. You'll be seventeen." John chuckled. "I forgot all about it... You remembered?" Cindy asked, pleased. "Apparently." Theresa chuckled, "Have to bake you a cake and have a little celebration." "Just what I had in mind." John said, "I'd like to see you two in some of those fashions you've been working on." "We've been working on a little something for you along those lines." Cindy said. "Oh?" John asked, "What?" "Just a little formal wear." Theresa said. "I can't wait... I think." John said. "You'll love it... And I can't wait to see you in it." Cindy said. "Well, you'll get your wish on Saturday." John promised. After dinner the girls returned to the lab to work on John's tuxedo. "Have to make him one that he can wear in public." Cindy observed, looking at how clearly the outfit defined his form. "He could get arrest wearing this." Theresa chuckled, "I like it though." Cindy chuckled: "Me too... But admit it. We don't want any other women seeing him in it." "No.. And I know you don't." Theresa chuckled. "You don't either." Cindy said. "Your right." Theresa admitted, "Maybe I just want John and you together so that there will be an understanding woman here when I come for my visits." "You'll always be welcome.... if I have any thing to say about it." Cindy said. "You will..." Theresa said. "I hope so." Cindy said. John was stargazing in the solarium when the women found him. Cindy brought him a cup of coffee. "Thank you dear. That was very nice of you." John said, sipping at the steaming cup. Cindy shivered a bit and Theresa handed her an afghan, she pulled it over her shoulders and thanked her. Theresa was already wearing one herself. Even with the clear barrier, it was a bit cooler in the solarium during the night. It was a splendid winters night. The stars sparkling clear even through the clear roof. The women reclined, snuggled together in a double chaise while John looked through his telescope. A spacey style of new age music playing on the stereo seemed to fit perfectly with the view. "I think we're pretty close to one of the meteor showers if I remember correctly." John said. Just then a colorful streak passed over a portion of the sky bringing credence to John's words. "Show off!" Cindy giggled. "I aim to please." John said, nonchalantly. As if he had planned it. "You do." Cindy said, softly. Theresa kissed her softly on the cheek and squoze her hand. John pulled back from his telescope and pulled a chaise over next to them. "Have to get us a triple wide... might have to build one. Never saw one for sale." he said. "That would be nice." Theresa said. "Mmmm." Cindy murmured, snuggling to Theresa. "We could make room." Theresa suggested. "No... Three's pretty cramped on that thing. We can snuggle in bed soon enough." he replied, sipping at his coffee. They sat listening to the music and watching the occasional meteor for some time. Finally John stood and extended his hands towards the women. They rose and one moved to either side of him. They walked together down to the bedroom. By unspoken consent they undressed each other. John's hands each found a breast. The girls hands moved over each other and John's chest. John kissed each of them and then made a pit stop, the girls followed in suit. Cindy was first back and crawled into his arms on the bed. Theresa crawled up behind her and began to kiss her neck as John found her lips. Cindy lay back in bliss as they each found a nipple with their lips. Eventually they met between her legs. Alternating between kissing each other and mutually pleasing her. Later Cindy helped John please Theresa. Finally the two girls descended upon John's pubic area. When he was more than ready Theresa motioned for Cindy to mount him. Theresa moved up to kiss John as Cindy impaled herself upon his hips. John pulled Theresa's hips over his head and he and Cindy sparred tongues around Theresa's tender spots as Cindy rocked on his hips. Later they all snuggled together, caressing each other as they drifted blissfully into sleep. Chapter 33 John wore his custom tuxedo to Cindy's birthday party. The women drooling over how it fit him. John doing his own salivating over the outfits the women had picked. They each wore a transparent black body suit with short white skirts and half heels. The heels just high enough to give an extra little sexy lift to their cute bottoms. John brought out some items of jewelry he had purchased on his last trip to town. One, ostensibly from Theresa, who kissed him in thanks. Cindy went nuts over the necklace John gave her. And the matching bracelet that 'Theresa' gave her. John brought out one more package. Cindy stared at it a little bewildered when she opened the package. "I'll give you a hint. You need help to use it." John chuckled. Suddenly Cindy's eyes got real big and she blushed. Theresa looked into the package and instantly blushed. "Just a little something to keep you two occupied while I'm away." John smirked. "Should prove interesting." Cindy said, a little hoarsely. "You'll find a different one deeper in the package... based upon me on both ends, but I figured that one based upon you two's actual dimensions would be more satisfying." John said. "That's why it took me so long to figure out what it was." Cindy said, "How can you tell which side is which?" "I figured half the fun would be in finding out." John answered. Cindy and Theresa both blushed, but glanced at each other. John could tell by their eye's that both were eager to try it. "What's this wire?" Cindy asked, lifting it out of the box. "Follow it." John said. She did and at the end of some eight feet of flexible cable a control box pulled out. She flipped the switch marked on/off and suddenly the two foam blobs at the other end of the wire began to writhe and snake around. "Oh my.." said Theresa, hoarsely. Looking at Cindy and absently licking her lips. "And the other switch?" Cindy asked flipping it. A buzzing sound was heard from the base of the two blobs. Upon further inspection Cindy found the base to be a combination of two pieces which were mirror images of her and Theresa's nether regions. With her fingertips she located the positions of the strongest vibrations. "*Oh my*... " She said. "And the knob?" Theresa asked, gulping. Cindy turned it and found it varied the speed of the writhing and buzzing. She turned it off and examined the other side of the box. A jack on one end. She raised her eyebrow in question to John. "Rechargeable batteries." John answered, "I may be gone a whole week". "And this?" she asked, pointing out a strange connector on the side. "Oh.. I imagine you two will figure that out while I'm gone." John chuckled. "Do you *really* expect us to use this?" Cindy asked. Theresa nodded agreement to the question. John kind of rolled his eyes. "Excuse me...I'm John. Have we met?" he said. "Huh?" Cindy and Theresa said in stereo. "I'm sorry, I thought I was talking to *my* women. You two must be strangers around here." John said. Theresa got it first and busted out laughing. Cindy quickly followed suit, John lastly. Their laughter built upon itself and soon all had tears rolling down their cheeks and were holding their sides. It almost wound down when Theresa managed to gasp out: "So you didn't answer the question." Then they were all off again. One or the other of them would glance over at the writhing foam projections and they would be off again. This happened most the night from then on. Cindy finally moved into John's lap and said: "Thank you darling. It's certainly the most *unusual* birthday gift I have ever received." "You're welcome. I think you'll like it. If you get stumped, I've hidden some instructions somewhere in the lab." he said. "Instructions? Why hidden?" Cindy asked. "Oh... I think you'll find your little toy more versatile than you could imagine. Hidden because it's fun. Like I said, in the lab somewhere." he said cryptically. Actually he said it because he didn't want the two of them digging around the maintenance tunnels in their search. Finding the tapes was the last thing he wanted them to do. He kept the access hatches locked, but that wouldn't deter his little lovelies once they had their mind set on something. He had banks of VCR's that would record their every movement while he was gone, also securely locked up in a maintenance closet where the cables passed through. A big steel door, like only the government would think of, securing it. "I'll miss you when you're gone." Cindy said, snuggling to him. "I'll miss you too, kitten. Both of you." John said, honestly. "Do you realize we haven't been apart for a day for almost a whole year?" Theresa said. John nodded: "Yeah, I know. I'll be back as soon as I can." "Maybe it will be good practice for me. For when I go off to school." Theresa said. Cindy stayed quiet and snuggled to John's shoulder. "How about that Cake?" Theresa said, jumping to her feet. "And the champagne in the fridge." John said, unable to get up with Cindy on his lap. "I know dear... and the good glasses." Theresa called back over her shoulder. Cindy turned her head up to him and he kissed her deeply. "Happy birthday." he said, when she pulled back. Her eyes began to tear up as she said: "Thanks. It's the best one I've had for a long, long time." Theresa came back carrying a tray. On it was a flaming cake, a bottle of Champagne and three crystal glasses. She set it on the table. "Come on birthday girl. Time to blow out your candles." She said. "First a toast!" John said, goading Cindy to her feet with his hands on her bum. "Better hurry, before this cake melts!" Theresa mused. She grabbed the Champagne bottle and threw the towel over the top as she had seen John do. Then she untwisted the wire and slowly worked the cork back and forth through the towel until a quiet "phfft" was heard. She pulled off the towel with the cork and poured three glasses. "Why do you open it that way, why not let the cork fly?" Cindy asked. John opened his mouth but Theresa held up her hand to stop him. "Two reasons. One; You loose champagne from the overflow and Two; the sudden change of pressure will change the taste. It actually tastes better if you let the pressure out slow. " Theresa said, "How did I do, teach?" "A-level." John nodded. "I know, not as much fun." she said to Cindy, but beaming over John's grade. She handed them their glasses. "Your toast?" she asked John. He raised his glass to Cindy and said: "To our dear friend and lover. Whom I never want to lose." "Hear hear!" Toasted Theresa, "To our dear friend and lover. Whom *we* never want to lose." They carefully clinked glasses. The crystal ringing like three bells. Tears welled up in Cindy's eyes. John and Theresa joined together in singing happy birthday. The tears started to flow freely from Cindy's eyes. "Come on, blow them out before it broils the cake!" Theresa demanded. Cindy choked back her tears and then blew out all the candles in one breath. Her tears dripping on the cake. As she stood once more, Theresa pulled her into her arms and kissed her warmly. Afterwards it was John's turn. Theresa started to cut the cake while Cindy and John were preoccupied. "Spiced rum cake and champagne... Should be interesting." Theresa mused. "Nothing but the best... for the best." John said, looking Cindy in the eyes. They ate their cake and finished the bottle off before retiring to the bedroom. "It's your birthday. You can have him all to yourself. I'll sleep in the guest room." Theresa said. "No!" Cindy said, "If it's my choice... then I choose *both* of you. I want both of my lovers with me tonight." "Your wish is my command." Theresa said, smiling. "Mine as well." John said, "What would you like?" "Well, for starters... I want you two to undress me..... but keep your own clothes on......" Cindy instructed. John rebuttoned his tuxedo. Theresa refastened her shorts. They each moved to one side of Theresa. "Kiss Theresa first. I want to watch." Cindy said. John pulled Theresa into his arms and his lips slowly descended to touch hers softly. He continued to kiss her ever so softly, sliding his lips over hers, mouth slightly parted. Then he began to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips and sucking her lower lip between his. Theresa's breath caught in her lungs as John's tongue played tag with her own. Now kissing her hard and deep. Then soft and light. Finishing off by letting his lips barely touch hers, sliding slowly sideways. Nibbling at the corners of her mouth. Lastly he let his top lip slide gently over hers. The fine hairs on her upper lip merging with his mustache and tickling her. His hands had slid slowly downwards to cup her ass during the kiss. Now he lifted his head in inquiry to Cindy as Theresa trembled in his arms, supported greatly by his hands cupping her ass cheeks. Cindy sat back looking at the couple before her. "You two are gorgeous!" She said, "I've changed my mind. John, undress Theresa first. Then Theresa undress John. But keep kissing and caressing as you do it." John turned back to the trembling Theresa. He kissed her again, deeply, as his hands moved to find the closure on her skirt. "Lift it up first. With her back to me." Cindy said. The couple turned to comply. John slowly lifting the back of her skirt revealing the moon image on one shapely cheek. Realizing what Cindy had in mind, John gently traced the edges of the cheeks with his finger tips. The effect was not lost on either woman. Theresa fairly quivered in his arms. John turned Theresa around to face Cindy. He ground his hips into her from behind as he played under the front edge of the skirt. Lifting it slowly to reveal the V star burst on the front of the outfit. One hand continued to lift the skirt while the fingers of the other hand softly traced the edges of the outfit. Then holding the skirt up with his wrists, both hands traced the edges and began to play under them. He kissed Theresa softly on her neck. Theresa's eyes were closed in passion as she leaned back against her man, feeling his fingers explore around the edges of her womanhood. When she opened her eyes they locked on to Cindy's. Who was sitting back against the headboard. Her own fingers tracing the edges of her own outfit under her skirt. John traced his thumbs up along the edges of the material and one hand continued up over the hip and around behind to work on the closure of Theresa's skirt. He opened it and then he used both hands to slowly lower it over her shapely hips. Turning her in his grasp so that Cindy saw the moon rising above the top of the skirt as it was lowered. Instead of just releasing the skirt after it passed beneath Theresa's ass cheeks, John bent slowly as he lowered it to the floor. Then his hands traced back up Theresa's shapely legs and over her ass cheeks. Then he turned her once more to face Cindy as he explored the front of her body through the thin fabric. His hands cupping and squeezing her breasts softly, tracing her erect nipples with his fingertips. Then letting his hands explore, he kissed her on the neck. Once again grinding his hips against her backside. Theresa was fairly dripping by now. Her body trembled at the slightest touch. When her eyes turned to Cindy she found her tracing her own nipples and pubic area with her fingertips. Just then John's fingers found their way under the fabric by her Mons Venus. They slid over the soft blonde curls and inched their way down between her legs. With his other hand and his teeth he found the fasteners along the tops of her shoulders and undid them one by one. Then again using his hand and teeth he began to slowly lower the top of the outfit one inch at a time. His fingers beginning to stroke between her legs in search of her dampness. They found it and a finger worked between her labia and into her as he lowered the outfit over her breasts. Kissing her shoulders and neck. She leaned into his kisses and moaned softly. Her body trembling under his touch. Cindy watched John's hands tracing over the firm blondes body. Her own fingers tracing her body in unison with his. As such one of her hands was now beneath the fabric between her legs. Stroking herself as the other traced beneath her breasts and over her nipples. Her breath was ragged in her throat. The fingers between her legs, drenched with her desire. Watching Cindy from the corners of his eyes, John withdrew his fingers from between Theresa's legs and brought them up and first sniffed and then licked them. Cindy did the same. Quivering as she did so. John used both hands to lower Theresa's top slowly past her nipples and down to her abdomen. Then he turned her once more as he continued to lower the outfit. This time the moon distorted and rumpled as it was replaced with smooth, tan skin. John kissed Theresa deeply, her tongue hungry and searching in his mouth. John continued to turn them as he lowered the outfit beneath her ass cheeks and one hand moved over her now bare breasts. Keeping wherever he was caressing visible to Cindy. He kissed down over Theresa's neck and over her shoulder then down to her breasts as his hands lowered her outfit. As his lips reached her nipples, they diverted and kissed around the edges of her breasts, circling in until he softly sucked one nipple into his mouth and slid his tongue over the end. Then he circled the other breast and slowly zeroed in on it's target. Theresa was visibly shaking now. Goose bumps followed John's fingers wherever they touched. She felt him kissing down over her abdomen as he lowered her outfit to the floor. She stepped out of it, her shoes still on. Then John's fingers released the clasps on them and she stepped out of each one in turn. John's lips just kissing to each side of her pubic mound, the tongue dipping softly into the natural valleys to either side. Then she felt his fingers caressing back up her legs and he slowly worked his way back up to her lips with his, not missing any attractions on the way. Now Theresa stood nude before her friend. When her eyes met Cindy's and saw the hunger there she was suddenly proud of her body. Stretching and touching herself before her friend while John's hands traced her abdomen and he kissed her neck. She turned to him and her fingers sought for the buttons on his tuxedo. When she had his coat open Cindy managed to croak: "Leave it on.... but open his trousers." Theresa smiled to her friend, guessing what she had in mind. She kissed John deeply and then sank to her knees. Her fingers finding the zipper and lowering it to release the bulge behind it. Her fingers sought inside the opening and worked his manhood out through the trap door in his satin underwear. It sprung out at full attention and Theresa folded the edges of the zipper away. Like a magnet to steel her lips were drawn to his throbbing member. She sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Then she did her best to swallow it. Moving deeper on each slow stroke, she continued to swallow it deeper until her lips met the base and her face was against the fabric of his trousers. John groaned softly. Theresa's mouth around him was warm and slick. The tongue sliding over the end almost sent him over the edge. Then she totally engulfed him. He could feel the tip sliding all the way back and into her throat. It was almost too much. He gently pulled her off of him. Turning an eye to Cindy in question of their next action. Cindy's body was fairly quaking. She had two fingers deep inside herself. They pushed up hard into her as John caught her eye. "Lean her over the chair and take her from behind." She gasped out. John moved to bend Theresa over a chair. There was a problem with height, but he solved that by moving two short foot stools from the closet area to either side. Theresa put a foot up on each one and bent over the back of the chair. John came up behind her and kissed her on the shoulder as he positioned himself against her vulva, working the tip back and forth to gather her ample natural lubrication. Then once positioned he stood up and began to push forward. Cindy watched in fascination as John's member began to disappear into her friends tight vagina. She heard Theresa's moan of delight and pushed up hard herself with her fingers trying to duplicate what she felt. John continued to push in until he was all the way in seated up firmly against Theresa's cervix. Then he continued to push even longer as her vagina tried to stretch to accommodate him. Sensing that Cindy couldn't see much John reluctantly began to withdraw. He backed out a scant inch at a time only to push forward again all the way in. Each time withdrawing further only to push forward again. As Theresa stretched out and he became better lubricated he pushed forward faster. Striking her cervix hard. Each time Theresa gasping suddenly. Then without warning her body began to quake and convulse. John had to support her hips with his hands as her knees tried to buckle under her. She cried out as the orgasm took her on John's next stroke. A matching cry was heard from the bed. John pushed in hard and stayed there as Theresa's vagina alternately gripped at him like a vise and then was suddenly loose around him. He held her firmly by the hips so that her body didn't collapse. The front half of her, however, slumped over the back of the easy chair. Her legs coming up off the stools. John tipped the chair back on two legs until it pivoted easily on them. Once again he began his strokes inside her. This time using the chair to rock her back against him. His hands on Theresa's hips firmly controlling the whole thing. Once again Theresa cried out as her body shook in orgasm. John continued to pump inside her but pushing in hard each time her body convulsed. After this had happened half a dozen times he heard Cindy. "Stop." She gasped. John did. He let the chair rock forward pulling himself out of the tight blonde. He bent over Theresa's quivering, gasping body and lifted her gently into his arms. Her body quaking as he turned towards the bed. Still fully clothed in his tuxedo, his manhood erect and slick with Theresa's juices before him as he cradled the lovely blonde in his arms and kissed her gently. Her body spasmed once more during the kiss. John lay her gently upon the bed and extended a hand towards Cindy. Cindy had crawled up to where Theresa lay gasping. She kissed her tenderly and then looked up at John, his hand extended to her. His manhood firm before him. Looking like a million bucks in his tuxedo. Trembling she crawled over Theresa and off the bed, taking John's hand and he pulled her into his arms and into a deep passionate kiss. Now, when she had recovered enough, Theresa got to watch as John slowly repeated the entire process with Cindy. Again the woman on the bed matched the location of John's hands upon her own body. John didn't hurry as he followed his previous actions exactly, only now with Cindy. But Cindy was fully charged up before he touched her. When his fingers slid between her legs, her body convulsed in orgasm. Then at each stage where Theresa was close to the edge, Cindy went over. Each orgasm building upon the intensity of the last. Even so John didn't hurry at all. His manhood still hard before him. When Cindy was finally nude she fairly attacked him. Sucking his member into her lips, tasting her friends juices upon it. Her body convulsing in orgasm as she fought to swallow it all. Her fingers now playing freely between her legs and over her breasts. Pinching the nipples hard. Then John was guiding her to the chair back. Lifting her hips from the ground as she fought to find the stools with each foot. Her breath ragged in her throat as she bent over the easy chair. She felt John position himself at the opening. Suddenly, John thrust in hard all the way to the bottom, striking her cervix hard. She cried out as her body began to convulse in a massive orgasm. John just pushing in hard, holding her hips back against himself. Her knees buckled and she slumped over the back of the chair, which John tipped back once again to keep himself wedged firmly up against her cervix. Holding himself there as wave after wave of orgasm took her mercilessly. The instant they began to let up John would pull back a short ways and then slam forward again, triggering another wave. Cindy was like a wild animal now. Crying out and moaning almost constantly. Each intake of breath a gasping wheeze. Tears rolled out of her eyes and down her cheeks. John continued his merciless pumping inside her. Only now beginning to pick up speed. Theresa recovered enough that she made it to her feet. She came up behind John and began to peel his coat off. He looked back gratefully at her as the sweat dribbled down his forehead and across his cheek. He leaned his head back and Theresa kissed him deeply, holding one side of the chair so that he could slip his arm out of the coat. She moved to the other side and repeated the procedure, draping the coat over another chair. Theresa's hands moved around him releasing catches on his cumber bun and buttons on his shirt. She kissed at the perspiration on his neck as she peeled the damp shirt off his shoulders. The repeated the procedure with the chair on each side as John continued his strokes inside Cindy. Finally Theresa found and released the closure on John's waistband and began to work the tight trousers down over his hips and down his ass. Literally peeling them down his thighs as the fit was so snug. She unfastened his shoes and pulled them off one foot at a time. Then lifted each leg as she guided the tight trousers over his feet. When she was finished he wore only his socks. Cindy was beyond knowing. Her very presence filled with the action of John's penis inside her. He had backed off from slamming into her cervix almost the exact time that her body had been upon the verge of nausea. Now his strokes were long and slow. He rotated his hips as he cork-screwed inwards. Rubbing up against her clitoris as he ground his hips into her. His hands drawing random patterns upon her back and sides or reaching around to cup her breasts. Her body convulsing almost at random. The number of orgasms she had experienced seemed in her mind to almost equal the number of his strokes. In fact it was dozens while his strokes were now in the hundreds. Suddenly he struck home again and as the wave engulfed her once more, she was suddenly gone. Cindy felt herself being lifted. She felt light as a feather as his arms.... now bare.... engulfed her and lifted her against his now bare chest. He carried her to the bed and kissed her deeply before he gently set her down upon it. Another set of lips found Cindy's from the side as she felt her legs spread once more. Then she felt John pushing into her once more. Feeling like it was her very first time, this time the very special way she had imagined it as a pubescent girl. This time not associated with the bad memories of her actual first time. To her, this moment would always be her real first time. He pushed in slowly, filling her up. Her body gripping at it, wanting it, needing it. He pushed in slowly until it softly seated against her cervix. Then a little harder. Her legs wrapped around behind him and she held him there as her body was engulfed by the gentlest wave of orgasm that she had ever known. Ripples of goose bumps cascading around her body. She felt gentle fingertips all over her. Lips on either side of her mouth nibbling at the corners of it. Tongues sliding over her lips and across each other on top of her lips. Then searching inwards from each corner, meeting against hers and the three of them swirling together softly. She felt bathed in pure love. She held on with all her might, never wanting the moment to end. It didn't end. It got better. John began to move slowly once more inside her. This time the strokes were slow and penetrating. Her legs still locked behind him pulled inwards with all her draining strength each time he came to rest against her cervix. It felt like he would force through it into her uterus. The strokes became longer, but just as slow and gentle. Now feeling him almost leave her only to push inwards slowly once more. Each stroke feeling like her mythical first time. Each stroke accompanied by a gentle wave of contraction and goose bumps on her body. Then only one set of lips were kissing her deeply. The strokes picked up a bit in speed. Her hips moving in perfect unison with her mans. His hips rotating to increase his contact with her clitoris. Then the lips upon hers kissed her one last passionate kiss and began to descend down her neck. They finally came to rest upon her nipples. A tongue softly swirling around one end only to trace a path towards the other one. A hand slid down over her abdomen and fingers bracketed her clitoris. Instead of rubbing it directly, it pushed it down so that it made almost constant contact with John's large member, stroking deep inside her. John picked up speed even more. Now beginning to strike bottom on every third stroke. A wave of orgasm taking Cindy with each collision. Her breath now a gasping wheeze. Every nerve in her body fully awake and alive. One by one lighting on fire as she was consumed by the burning member inside her. Her orgasms began to strike at random. Now half centered on her clitoris and half within her vagina. Somehow her legs had gotten lifted almost back to her shoulders. The strokes were now fast and deep. The orgasms began to merge one within the other until her whole body felt like it was contracted. Then suddenly a finger tip touched her anus and pushed inwards. It seemed to coordinate her body contractions. She felt a tingling in her toes and at the top of her head. It spread through her legs and down her body it was matched by a distant groan escaping her mans lips. Suddenly he was slamming into her once again. Each stroke striking her cervix hard. The finger at her anus pushed in and twisted. He body now consumed in a pillar of fire centered within her vagina. As the last strokes slammed home within her the tingling feeling traveling over her legs and down her body met inside exactly where the pillar of fire was slamming into her. Her whole body became one massive contraction that forced every bit of air out of her lungs in an animalistic scream. That moment she felt liquid fire burst inside her as John suddenly collapsed upon her and the finger was yanked from her behind. A distant cry was heard from the side. The last warm wave of love engulfed her like white cotton candy and Cindy was gone. Later, from a great distance John heard: "I think you killed her, boss." He lifted his head up and Theresa kissed him gently. He realized he was still on top of Cindy... still within her for that matter. He rolled off towards the voice and Theresa snuggled to him. Cindy hardly moved, but a shiver ran through her body. "Nope... she's alive! Big surprise to me." Theresa chuckled, "I swore she was a goner." John reached down and pulled the cover over the three of them. This time Cindy snuggled slightly to his side. "How are *you* doing? Can I find your heart medicine?" Theresa chuckled. "I'm..... doing .... great." John managed. He reached out and pulled Theresa up next to him and kissed her softly, but deeply. Theresa trembled in his arms. When he finally pulled back she said: "You are the most incredible man I have ever met..... and I love you dearly." Tears made their way into her eyes and began to slide down her cheek. He kissed at them softly. "Why the tears, love?" he asked gently. "I... just love you so much.... and why did you have to get that *damn* vasectomy!" she sobbed. "Because if I hadn't I have no doubt that by now I would be a father again, twice. Or at the very least have two *very* pregnant teenage girls on my hands." he answered, just as gently. "I...know." Theresa sobbed, "But you've left me no choice but to leave you to have children. And I don't want to! I want to stay here with you and Cindy, loving each of you to death for the rest of my life. Raising a family with both of you." John held her as she sobbed against him. Caressing her softly. "Theresa, my dear love. I am almost twenty-eight years older than you. By the time any child we had was your age, I would be sixty. Now that just isn't fair to the child. And as much as I love you and would love to live my life with you, I don't want to see you live your life in a hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere. If I didn't love you maybe I could do it. But I do love you.... so I can't." John said. "But what about what *we* want? Cindy and I? We both want *you*! Her even more so, but only because she doesn't feel the same need I do to have children. And as far as living in a hole in the ground, this is the most luxurious hole on the planet. And besides that you've got enough money that we could live damn near anyplace we wanted to." she sobbed. "I guess that's true enough. And I'm really torn about letting even Cindy stay. God Theresa I'd love to live my life out with you both here. But it's really not fair to you. Do you have any idea how much you two have *lost* by staying here? Do you know how much differently you two act than other *kids* your own age? You're wasting your youth on an old man. You only get to be young once. And you and Cindy hardly get to do any of the things that others your age are doing. You're both old enough to drive, but you can't because you're here with me. You can't go hang out with your friends in the mall. You can't go biking in the mountains or learn to ski or even take up skydiving. You're stuck here with a stodgy old man who's looking for vitamins strong enough to let him keep up with all that natural energy you have. That both of you have. I just don't have that energy any more. It's not my physical shape. I'm in great shape, maybe the best shape since I was in my early twenties because I exercise daily. It's *age*. No matter how good of shape I keep myself in, I will never be able to keep up with even one of you." And as far as living anywhere I want to... Well right now this is where I *want* to live. I've had enough of cities and the world outside. I don't want to spoil that world for you and Cindy. I don't want you to waste your lives on me." he concluded. "That would be our choice. And it's our right to make it." a voice said from his other side. He turned towards Cindy and she pulled him into a passionate kiss. She wouldn't let him pull back until *she* was finished. "Okay, you listen to me, *old* man. Perhaps we *are* wasting our youth on you. Personally I don't think so. This is the happiest *I* have *ever* been in my *entire life*!. I know Theresa feels exactly the same way. Her life was no bed of roses before she came here either. But putting all that aside. If we want to waste our lives on you. Then that's *our* business. It's *our* choice to make. And I can say, speaking for me at least that you're going to have to bodily throw me out if you don't want me here. I love you with all my heart. And you had better get used to that, cause you're stuck with me. Oh, I intend to go to college like you want me to. But I'll be back. And you can't build this place strong enough to keep me out of your life!" Cindy concluded. "Hear Hear!" Said Theresa from the other side, "That goes for me too!". "But.. " John began. "SHUT UP!" said Cindy, "Jesus. You just gave me the most incredible experience of entire my life and now when you could be pleasantly snuggled to two beautiful young women who adore you thoroughly, instead you're arguing about being too *old*. God, maybe we *are* wasting our time on you! "Now I want to be softly caressed and kissed while I fall back to sleep in your arms, then if you have any energy left I think you should make tender love to that gorgeous creature on your other side. But either way I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight unless it's 'I love you!' Got it?" John could only nod. "Good. Now get on with the caressing part, right after you kiss me like there was no tomorrow." Cindy concluded. He did his best. Even the part about making love to Theresa. Nobody was disappointed. Chapter 34 Cindy awoke in the morning feeling like she never had in her life. She was snuggled to the side of her man. Her woman's arm draped over her shoulder. Her body tingled with love rushes. And she remembered her words from the previous night. She had told John that she wasn't leaving. She had laid out the plan for her life. She would go away to college. She would be in business with Theresa. She would live with John until the day he died. Which she supposed was at least a good thirty years from now. All of which suited her perfectly fine. It would suit her equally fine if Theresa stayed as well. But she knew she wouldn't. She would miss her dearly... No matter how much she got to see of her. She just wouldn't always be there to hug whenever she wanted to. Her fingers traced lovingly over Theresa's arm. Theresa's fingertips hugged her back as she stirred slowly awake. "Good morning...lover." Cindy whispered. She kissed softly at Theresa's hand before she slid quietly out of bed and into the bathroom. She was just finishing up when Theresa entered. She hugged her quickly but firmly before plunking down herself. Cindy moved off to brush her teeth. Theresa moved to her side and joined her. Cindy finished up and started away but Theresa grabbed her hand and held her there. After she rinsed she turned to Cindy and pulled her into her arms. Just hugging her for a long time. Then she kissed her. "And good morning to you too. Lover." Theresa said at last, "Just wanted to let you know how I felt about you. And to thank you." "What for?" Cindy asked. "Oh, I was losing the argument with John last night when you jumped in with both feet and trounced him. I want you to know I'm behind you one-hundred percent." Theresa said. "I don't know... I may have over stepped myself." Cindy said. "I don't think so. He did what you told him. That's more than I've been able to get him to do in a year. Fact is I don't think he wanted to win. He loves you too much." Theresa said. "Did you mean what you said, about you not wanting to leave either?" Cindy asked. "Of course I don't. I never have from the first time I ever got John to make real love to me. I don't ever want either you or John not to be a part of my life. I guess I'll have you longer than we'll have him. But that's a long ways away. I can't say that I won't go out and get married to someone else though. I really want to raise a family. But even so I won't ever get too far away from either of you." Theresa concluded. "Kind of what I figured.... God I love you!" Cindy said, pulling Theresa back into a great hug. "I love you too." Said Theresa. Their mouths found each others again. Cindy cupped Theresa's ass a bit before patting it. "I'm gonna go cook breakfast. Why don't you go snuggle to *our* old man. See if you can keep him out of the kitchen for a while." Cindy said. Theresa smiled at her. "You're the best!" She said, tweaking Cindy's ass before they parted. Cindy stole out of the bedroom nude. Theresa gently sliding back in bed with John. Cindy made her way to the guest room and showered then found her favorite body suit and some hot pink spandex shorts. She felt very sexy. She looked the part. It was well over an hour later when Theresa and John entered the kitchen. Awaiting them were hot Monte Cristo sandwiches and Champagne orange juice. John came up behind Cindy and she turned in his arms. He kissed her tenderly, Cindy didn't doubt he meant it. She hugged him a bit and then turned back to her clean-up. "You look mighty sexy today." John said, pouring a cup of coffee. "Thank you, I feel mighty sexy today." Cindy dimpled. "You both look sexy *everyday*." Theresa mused. "As do you, darling." Cindy said. "Seconded." John said. Not a word about the previous evening was spoken. Over breakfast John went over his travel plans with the two of them. The snow was too deep and John didn't want to be bothered with the drive all the way to the airport, so a helicopter would pick him up early the next morning on top of the silo. Should the women have an emergency, they were to call this number and give them this authorization code and a helicopter would be dispatched for them. But not to be used except for an emergency. The women nodded. He was flying into San Francisco and would be staying at this number. Yes, he would bring them back some sour- dough bread and some crabs. He would call them nightly to check in. He was going to meet with this firm, but would have his cellular phone with him anyway. The women seemed a bit exasperated over his worry, but kept quiet about it. "We'll be fine." Cindy reassured him, "You just have a good time and see the sights." "Won't have much time for that, I'm afraid." John said. "Then make time. You're a rich man, remember. You go ahead and take the whole week, even if you get done with your business before then. We want you to realize just how much you miss us by the time you get back!" Theresa said. Cindy nodded. "Well... I don't know." John began. "We do. If we see you back sooner than a week from tomorrow, we may just lock you out." Cindy chuckled. "I knew there was a reason I liked living single." John muttered. "Not too many or as good as you've got now. So go have a good time so we can welcome you home properly." Theresa said. "Okay.... I'll try." John said. That night, by mutual agreement between the women, they just snuggled when they went to bed. John was all packed and slipped quickly off to sleep. Cindy slipped around him and Theresa moved into her arms. Sometime later they too slipped into sleep. John awoke to his alarm and quickly shut it off. The two women were snuggled together and barely stirred. He quickly showered and dressed. Kissing them each lightly on the forehead. He looked down at them longingly for a long time before heading in search of coffee. The coffee was ready, having started to drip just after his alarm went off. He sipped at it and toasted a pre- sliced bagel from the freezer. He double checked his brief case contained all it should and then some. Finished up his coffee and set the cup in the sink. He turned and Cindy was in the doorway, clad only in a terry robe. She quickly moved into his arms and gave him a giant hug. Then she kissed him like she would never see him again. "Now you come back safe... but not for a whole week.... I love you." She said. "I love you too." He said. He almost made it to the door before Theresa waylaid him as well. By the time she turned him loose a beating noise could be heard above the silo. John rushed to put on his coat. The women helping him. Handing him his bags and the brief case he had left in the kitchen. Cindy tucked his Cell phone into his parka pocket, zipped it up and they herded him up the steps, each giving him another quick deep kiss. He stepped out just as the helicopter set down. He stashed his bags in the baggage storage and climbed in the passengers side. Strapped in and put on his headset. "Good Morning Mr. Steven's." The Pilot greeted. "Good Morning... How we doing for time?" John asked. "Right on schedule." The pilot replied, lifting off. John was afraid the two girls would come out and wave, but they didn't. They didn't stick their heads out till the helicopter was headed off into the distance. They watched it for a while and then ducked back in. "Breakfast or loving first?" Theresa asked. "Breakfast... and then loving." Cindy replied, sliding her hand down the back of Theresa's robe and then up over her backside. They sat about in the kitchen, their robes unfastened, drinking coffee. Theresa toasted a bagel and they split it while the next one was toasting. She glanced over at Cindy. Her firm breasts hanging out of her robe. She moved to her and ran her fingertips lightly over them. "Want to try out your birthday present?" Theresa asked, alluringly. "To hell with the bagels" Cindy replied, reaching into Theresa's robe. Theresa giggled and pulled away. "Oh no... you said food *first*. Now we've got a whole week to play. There's no hurry." "Jilted for a bagel." Cindy muttered, admiring Theresa's form. But she was right. They had a whole week. "So which side do you think is which?" Theresa asked, when they had returned to the bedroom. "Well... I think this side is me... so I think we should try it the other way first." Cindy giggled. "Suits me fine. How do we go about this?" Theresa said, her eyes alive with anticipation. "Well, I think some lubrication is in order. With maybe a lick or two first to get our natural juices flowing." Cindy replied. "Mine already are, but it sounds like a good plan to me. Kiss me first." Theresa said, pulling her friend down onto the bed. They kissed passionately. Feeling each others bodies with their hands. Then by unspoken agreement they reversed positions. Each was hot to get to the double headed monster that John had left them. As they delved their tongues it wasn't long before they shared their first orgasm. Then Cindy pulled out a tube of lubricant jelly. She smeared a dollop on her finger and worked it into her friend. Theresa following suit. Then Cindy applied some to the monster and coated it generously. She had Theresa lay back and lift her legs while she got it started. "Oh God, it feels huge!" Theresa gasped. "Oh thanks. I think that's my side." Cindy giggled. But when she moved over Theresa and began to work her end in, her response was much the same. It took a while to work the monster all the way into each of them. Then Cindy reached for the controls. She kissed Theresa deeply as she flicked the switch on the lowest settings. "Oh My... " Theresa gasped. "My words exactly.... Gosh that feels good." Cindy replied. Theresa's hands moved over Cindy's breasts as she turned up the speed. Theresa giggled. Cindy moaned. Then Cindy flipped the vibration on. She gasped and fell flat against Theresa as they both started writhing together in bliss. Their second orgasm followed shortly thereafter. They hardly wanted to take the time to try it the other way. But when they did, they were glad for it. As good as it had felt on the wrong side, this side was definitely the right side, in every way imaginable. The foam blobs fit their insides like an inverse glove. Even the base seemed to fit their pubic structure down to the hair. They lay exactly as close as their hips could get. When it was turned on again it seemed to make a beeline for each girls G-spot. The vibration mode felt ten times more powerful. In mere seconds they experienced their third orgasm and they didn't even think of turning it off till dozens more had passed. They rolled around and kissed passionately, almost in a constant state of orgasm. But no matter how they rolled, the monster fit them perfectly. Only when they were laying on damp, sweaty sheets and their hair was plastered to their temples did Theresa beg: "No more. Please. I can't take any more." Cindy switched it off. They lay together panting, just holding on to one another for a long time while they caught their breath. Some minutes later they were asleep, still hooked together. Theresa awoke with an incredible feeling of having the largest erection she had ever seen inside her. Then she remembered the monster and reached down to slowly extract it. She winced a bit as it pulled out. Cindy lay blissfully in sleep. A very odd sight protruding from her pubic area. Just for fun Theresa grabbed the control and turned it full on. Cindy sat up with a gasping moan. Her eyes wide in search of the control. Theresa giggled and flicked it off. "That wasn't nice... It was incredible , but not very nice." Cindy said. "I think I have it figured out. John intended for us to kill ourselves with this thing while he was gone." Theresa chuckled. "It might damn near do it." Cindy gasped, pulling the monster from between her thighs. She winced as Theresa had. "What the hell kind of instructions could you need." Theresa asked. Looking closely at the monster. "I don't know, but I do know John. I think we'd better find them." Cindy said. "Maybe after a swim?" Theresa asked. She lifted the trap door and dropped out of sight. A splash was heard and instant later. Cindy followed her shortly thereafter, looking first to see that she didn't land on Theresa or any floating chairs. The water revived them and the girls were back at each other like they had been the first night Cindy arrived. Some time later they reclined on a double chaise. "Theresa?" "Yes love." she replied. "Do you think that we love too much?" Cindy asked. "No... I don't think so. Do you?" Theresa replied. "No... I could make love to you a dozen times a day and still not think it was too much." Cindy said, tracing her fingers down Theresa's thigh. "Well... as long as it wasn't that much *everyday*... that would be fine by me." Theresa giggled. "So let's go find those instructions." Cindy chuckled. Theresa giggled and pulled Cindy into a deep kiss before they headed for the lab. They grabbed terry robes and terry top sandals on the way to keep the chill off. Several hours later Cindy said: "Well we've searched everywhere. They just aren't here. We even searched both computers." Theresa lay back in a chair looking over at the row of mannequins. "Not everywhere." she smirked. Cindy followed her eyes and enlightenment seemed to take her. They both started towards the mannequins. "I think I found something." Theresa said, gazing between the legs of the younger Cindy. A small string hung between the legs. Cindy came over and looked closely herself. "Must be them, unless this mannequins on the rag." Theresa chuckled. She grasped the string and gently tugged on it. Slowly a large roll of paper inside a condom pulled out. "Trust John to hide them there." Cindy chuckled, cutting it open with a razor knife. "Knowing him, we should have gone straight to them. What do they say?" Theresa asked. Cindy was reading raptly and glancing over a diagram. "Oh.. My.. God.." she muttered. "What?" Theresa asked. "I think he *is* trying to kill us! Here, read for yourself." Cindy said. Theresa scanned the page. "Oh my, we're in serious trouble here." was all she said. "We don't *have* to try it." Cindy said. "Yeah, right." Theresa mocked, sarcastically. They both busted out laughing. They headed arm in arm back to the bedroom. Less than an hour later they both lay together, satiated, exhausted and blissfully happy. "God, I hope he never perfects the computer interface he talked about." Theresa said. "Mmmm." Cindy murmured. She stretched like a cat, amazed she had that much energy. She looked over at the now four headed beast sitting on the end table and shuddered. "I hope he's patenting that too. While he's at it." she mused. "Yeah, who would have thought about slaving two active double dildos to one controller." Theresa said. "That's our John." Cindy said. Beaming. "Food! I must have food to continue this debauchery." Theresa moaned. "Your turn... I'll help. Just as soon as I get up the energy to move." Cindy said. "God, I was hoping you had more than me... maybe food can wait till after our nap." Theresa said. Cindy rolled onto her feet. Glancing at the "hydra" beside her, she shivered involuntarily. She stood on shaky legs, then reached back to help Theresa up. "Come on darling. I'll help. But I'm ravished... I mean famished myself. Then we're going to make an equivalent device for our darling John." Cindy teased. Revenge! This was all the impetus Theresa needed and she crawled to the edge of the bed. "Asshole even included cleaning instructions." Theresa said, grabbing the *hydra* and heading for the bath. Sometime later they felt much better. They munched on some cookies for desert as they sat at the terminal and made their plans. "We can even try it out on his mannequin." Theresa chuckled. "No we can't. He never subjected himself to that damn hot rear probing." Cindy said. "So we make another one and substitute in one of ours. We can do that can't we?" Theresa suggested. "We most certainly can, and will." Cindy agreed, turning to the computer. About the time the young women began their quest for the hidden instructions, John's plan was making his approach to SFO. He wondered idly if they had found them yet. He knew his little lovelies even better than they suspected. He had been observing them for almost a year every time they snuck off together for a little tryst. He knew damn well they would be searching for them. John sighed to himself as the wheels touched down. Perhaps the toy hadn't been a good idea. It could backfire on him if they took too much liking to it. He pushed his fears away as he shifted his thoughts to his business. "This is tougher than I thought it would be." Cindy muttered. "Makes you realize what John must have gone through when he designed yours." Theresa said. "There's no denying, he's a good engineer. God, just getting the spacing right between us and the angle of the heads correct. The hours he must have put in on this.... certainly makes me appreciate his quirky little gift more... I mean, the amount of time he spent to *please* me!" Cindy said. "Methinks the guy likes you." Theresa said. "I guess.... Maybe this is just his way of showing it." Cindy said. "He sticks to what he knows. Engineering is his strong point. Personal relationships isn't. Didn't you ever wonder why he wanted to live out here?" Theresa said. "To get away from cities.... and people... I guess you're right... but I do love the man." Cindy said. "So do I." Theresa said, "... and you." Cindy turned from the computer. "This will take a while, but we've got a whole week. I think we can take a .... stress break." Cindy said, pulling Theresa into her lap. "I love you too, darling. Uh... natural or do you want to play with my toy some more." Cindy asked, sliding her hand into Theresa's robe. "Uh...natural...please... . I don't think I'm up to your toy... at least not more than once ... or twice a day." Theresa giggled. "Suits me." Cindy said, pulling her into a deep kiss. An hour later they lay -once again- on sheets damp with perspiration. They softly teased each other with their fingertips. Then the phone rang. Cindy picked it up. "Uh..." she said. "Hi Cutie. See you found my instructions." John said. "Uh..." Theresa grabbed the phone, pinching Cindy on the butt. She yelped. "John?" Theresa asked. "Well, howdy love. What's wrong with Cindy?" John chuckled. "As if *you* didn't know!" Theresa said. "Yeah.... How do you like Cindy's little toy now?" John asked. "You *know*, we are going to get even." Theresa threatened. "Something to look forward to then. Just wanted to call and check in. And to tell you both how much I love you. God, I miss you already." John said. "We love and miss you too... But you *promised* a whole week!" Theresa answered. "May take that long, the way it went today." John said, dejected. "Well, at least you'll have the weekend. Not even lawyers work then." Theresa said. "Yes, dear. You'll get your week. Just save some for me." John said. "I will, here's Cindy... I think she can talk now. Love ya. Bye." Theresa said. She handed the phone to Cindy who said: "Uh...." "God, hope you didn't break that wonderful tongue.... Tell you what; I'll talk, you listen. Okay?" "Uh....nut mine. Swas thwissa's tong whut dude it." Cindy slurred. "Glad to hear you're keeping up your exercises.... Listen love. As I told Theresa, I'll probably be at it the whole week. Lawyers are such dweebs. Anyway. I'll call you tomorrow night.... I love you. Wish I was there snuggled in between you." "Wuve ewe to. Bye." Cindy managed. "Sweet dreams. Bye." John said, and the line went dead. Over the next few days the young women were like a couple of kids let loose in a candy store. Previous to this they had never had the freedom to fully pursue their desires. They had started their relationship in secret, stealing minutes from their abused lives to comfort each other. Then Theresa had disappeared. A few months later she had called Cindy, who's home life had deteriorated and basically turned to shit. When Theresa had finally given her the means of escaping, she took it. Then there was John and his relationship with Theresa to consider. As much freedom and understanding as John had given them, he was still around. As deep as their relationship with John had become, he was still a form of supervision. Now they had *total* freedom, to do as they pleased. And *please* each other was what they did. And lots of it. Whichever one awoke first, would attack the other one. They showered together, making love in the shower, then back to bed to make love again. Then breakfast, followed by making love. Then a nap, followed by making love. Then lunch followed by making love. Then work on their project... followed by making love. In between they ran around totally nude except for the terry topped slippers which kept their feet warm. (Cindy even *dared* fool with the environmental controls and bumped it up a few degrees.) Grabbing each others butts or breasts as the whim struck them. Their lips becoming coarse from all the kissing they did. They made love on the kitchen table, in the lab, the Com room, the gym, the pool, by the pool, the library, the solarium, the bathroom, the hot tub, on the floor, in the hall, against doorways and even in the bedroom. Mostly in the bedroom. In short; They were like a couple of newly weds on their honeymoon. Each night John would call to check on them. Sometimes they would continue to stroke one another while they talked to him. Once Theresa barely managed to suppress her groan, handing the phone to Cindy who was licking at her vulva. He'd chuckle and tell them that he loved them. Yes, he was having an okay time, but the lawyers were sort of idiots. The only reason he didn't pick another firm was that he didn't want to go through all this bullshit a second time. He would be through on Thursday or Friday, but yes he would stay till Monday morning. His flight out was already booked. They sent him their love, and then would be back to making more. Theresa walked into the bedroom on Wednesday and went: "Whew! It smells like pussy in here. We'd better change the bedding." Which became an event in itself, having fresh clean sheets to make love on. There wasn't a spot on either ones body that the other didn't know intimately and multiple times. They did each others hair, tried on fashions, made new fashions. Tore fashions off each other, tied each other up and basically tortured each other with sex. They spent the last few days (between making love) cleaning the silo from top to bottom. They did a mountain of laundry and basically tidied up. On Saturday night, right after John's call and between love sessions, Cindy was passing a maintenance room when something inside made a familiar sound. She looked at the door curious for a second, then shrugged and passed by, but it nagged at her. Later on her subconscious identified the sound when Theresa put a tape into the VCR. Suddenly Cindy's eyes got real big and she stifled a gasp. She thought some more about it and then went to check on something in the workshop. There she found cases of VHS tapes. She looked about as if seeking something. Scanning an open box. It was half empty. Another empty box stood near by. She looked in some drawers as a cover and then left the workshop. She returned to the Com room. Theresa tracing her fingers over her thighs as she passed by. She was about to say something to Theresa when she suddenly stopped herself. She sort of looked around, but of course couldn't see anything. She just sat there and thought about things for a while. Letting the idea sink in and deciding what, if anything she wanted to do about it. After a time she said: "Get dressed Theresa. Lets go look at the stars." "No need to do that, we can see them from the solarium." Theresa commented. "No... I want to look at them from the outside." Cindy said. "It's colder than shit out there. Remember *winter* and *nighttime*?" Theresa said. "Please do as I say... for me?" Cindy asked. Theresa looked at her friend for a moment trying to figure out just what she had in mind. Finally she shrugged and they went down to get dressed in warm clothing. Cindy was strangely silent and kept looking around. Once clothed Cindy led Theresa up to the entry. She climbed into her snowmobile suit and boots. Theresa shrugged and did the same. Suited up Cindy climbed the stairs to the hatch. Theresa following her. Outside it was bitter cold. The a steady wind driving the wind chill factor much lower. "I told you it was colder than shit out here!" Theresa bitched. Cindy led her to one of the outbuildings and led Theresa in. "Listen, sweets. I'll make love to you just about anyplace and anytime, but this is ridiculous." Theresa said. Cindy turned on the light and faced her friend. "Theresa, I brought you up here to talk to you privately." Cindy said, seriously. "Huh? With John gone, just how private do you need?" Theresa asked, puzzled. "I'm talking about privacy *from* John." Cindy said, quietly. "What the hell are you talking about?" Theresa asked. "Theresa... I think John has the silo under video surveillance. He's been spying on us." Cindy said, tears welling up into her eyes. "Spying on us? What the hell for? He could watch us any time he wanted to, and did lots of times. What on earth would he want to spy on us for?" Theresa asked. "I don't know. I just know that he's using one hell of a lot of video tape and we don't have anywhere near that many movies recorded." Cindy answered. "Is that all? Maybe there's some other explanation for it." Theresa suggested. "What? But no, that's not all. I was passing by a maintenance closet when we were cleaning up. I heard a familiar sound, but couldn't identify it right away. It sort of bugged me, but not enough to even try to open the closet. It didn't occur to me till later -when you put the tape in the VCR- what the sound was. *That* was the sound I heard when I passed the closet. The sound of a VCR ejecting a tape and the sound of another VCR starting up. The sound is unmistakable. That's what I heard, no doubt in my mind." Cindy said. "But couldn't there be another explanation for it?" Theresa asked. "What?" Cindy asked. Theresa thought about it a while. Finally she shook her head. "I don't know. But *why*?" she asked, again. "I don't know...... I'm not even sure how I feel about it if it's true. Like you said, I'd gladly let John watch...or participate anytime he wanted. I'd even let him tape us if he wanted. But to tape us in secret, without our permission. God, I don't know. I just feel.... so *violated*." Cindy sobbed. "So why out here? " Theresa asked. "Huh? Oh... I thought about John buying the silo from the government. Remember when the guy from the BLM showed up last summer. John activated the road sensors. He knew all about them. He also said that the government was a whole lot more paranoid than anybody else. Now if they have sensors buried under thirty males of road, doesn't it make sense that there are sensors of some sort in the silo itself. John didn't install them, he found them when he bought the place. He just started to use them.... to spy on us." Cindy said. "But that doesn't explain why we're out here. And what kind of sensors would they put in the silo? " Theresa asked. "Out here, because John built this. The government didn't. It's probably not bugged. As to what kind of sensors.... Well, the sensors in the road detect vehicles. They detect metal, cause that's what vehicles are made of. But sensors in the silo would be made to watch people. And the best way to watch people... is by video... and sound. So I figure John moved into the silo and started tracing wiring that already existed. He traced some of it back to TV camera's and microphones buried in the walls. I don't have any idea why he started using them on us. Maybe being a voyeur turns him on. I don't mind that, really. *Sometimes* it's exciting to *be* watched. He's welcome to watch me take a shit, if he wants. Has actually, at least been in the room when I did.... But I still don't like the idea of being spied upon. And anyway I add it up that's what it amounts to." Cindy said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You're right. It does look that way." said Theresa, "Come to think of it John has had lots of video equipment that sort of disappeared. The monitor next to his computer in the Com room and all that electronic stuff he used to have wired in there. He moved it all somewhere just about a month ago. And all that stuff he bought whenever we went to town, where's that now?" she asked, tears in her own eyes. "I don't know, probably in that closet. I didn't see it anywhere while we were cleaning up." Cindy said. "I didn't either.. So... What do we do?" Theresa cried. "I don't know... I don't want to lose John over it. Or you." Cindy said, hugging her friend. They hugged for a long time. "So how can we find out if that's really what he's doing? Open the closet?" Theresa asked. "No.... I don't want to do that yet. It wouldn't be practical to record everything that went on in every room, all the time. And John is usually *very* practical. That means he's probably got some way of tracking us....... That would explain some of the software routines I saw in the scanning room computer. Anyway, a computer probably runs the system and just switches to whichever camera has movement on it. Not *that* hard to do. (I don't *think*.) That sort of system would just track us and record us trying to open the closet. John would know that we were on to him. I'm not ready to do that yet.... I guess we could scrub walls, and look for lenses while were scrubbing... We'd have to have a reason.... Have we got any canned spaghetti?" Cindy asked. "Uh.. yeah. Will *Spaghetti-O's* do?" Theresa said. "Yup, perfect. Okay, here's what well do..." Cindy began. About twenty minutes later a cold, pissed off and determined pair of young ladies descended back into the silo. They stripped off their snowmobile suits and headed for the kitchen and made hot chocolate. Theresa rummaged around in the pantry. She came out with a can of *Spaghetti-O's* and looked at the label. She shrugged and took out a pan and filled it with water. She put the *unopened* can into the water and put it on the stove. They took their hot chocolate and headed for the Com room. They sat back watching a movie. Theresa snuggled back against Cindy as usual. Cindy kissed her softly on the cheek from time to time. Suddenly there was a loud "BOOM" and the women startled in true amazement. (They hadn't expected it to be so loud.) They jumped up and headed into the kitchen. There was *Spaghetti-O's* splattered over the entire kitchen. "Fuck!" Theresa said in earnest. (She hadn't expected it to be *that* big of a mess.) "I'll say!" said Cindy, "We'd better get this cleaned up or John will shit a brick. I'll get the buckets." Theresa stood examining the *Spaghetti-O's* can, which had turned itself inside out. "Unibomber, eat your heart out." She murmured to herself. She turned off the stove, grabbed a sponge and began to wipe the gooey red substance off the cabinets. First they cleaned off all the woodwork before it had much chance to soak in. It still left some stains. Then they started on the walls and ceilings, examining every spot on the walls. They were exhausted by the time the kitchen looked reasonably presentable. "Join me in the hot tub?" Cindy asked. A quick flick of her eyes told Theresa to say yes. "God knows I could use it." she nodded. They headed down to the gym. Theresa hesitated just a bit, but Cindy stripped off without a thought. Theresa half shrugged and peeled off her own clothes. They climbed in and Cindy started the noisy pump. Theresa snuggled to her side, actually grateful for the bubbling hot water. "I counted four lenses and maybe a dozen microphone holes." Cindy said quietly in her ear. Theresa nodded and replied in kind: "Just about what I found.... Tiny little things. Not much more than a dark spot, but shinny when you wiped over them. Four of them. Then at least a six tiny holes. Perfectly round." Cindy nodded. "How did you know about the Spaghetti?" Theresa asked. "Oh.. Happened to my folks. I had to clean it up." Cindy chuckled. Despite her knowledge or perhaps because of it she groped Theresa beneath the water. Theresa giggled, then pulled her hand away. "No... please. Not now. I just don't feel comfortable about it right now." Cindy nodded, but still held her to her. "Then we'll have to do something about it fairly soon." Cindy said, "I'm not about to give up groping you because some dumb, lovable asshole decided to be a voyeur Maybe you could think about him watching us. I know you've got a bit of exhibitionist in you. You've flaunted it at me often enough." She teased. "Maybe later, but for now, just hold me? Okay?" Theresa asked. "Sure baby. Anytime. And I don't care who's watching for that." Cindy replied, pulling her close to her. They sat snuggled together for a long time, letting the bubbling hot water caress away their tenseness. Sometime later Cindy said: "Well, darling. I don't know about you, but I'm done. I'm going to bed. Come on, join me. I intend to sleep and I don't want to do it alone." Theresa nodded. Somehow she had come to some sort of terms with her anger and anguish. She didn't seem to even think about it when she stepped out. She casually wrapped a towel around her and headed for the bedroom. Once there she dropped it in the laundry, used the toilet and brushed her teeth. She crawled into bed and Cindy joined her just a moment later. They snuggled together and despite what they knew, they kissed deeply before caressing each other to sleep beneath the covers. Chapter 35 Cindy awoke first. She snuggled to Theresa for a moment before the previous evening flashed back into her mind. She frowned a bit, but continued to snuggle with her friend for a while. She wanted to make love with her. *Really* wanted to. But she didn't think Theresa could handle it. She kissed her softly on the forehead and slipped out of bed, heading for the bathroom. A little while later Theresa entered. Cindy nodded at her and then turned on the shower. She bent down and whispered in her ear: "Join me in the shower. The noise will cover the sound and the glass obscures the view." Theresa just nodded. Cindy moved into the shower. A few minutes later Theresa slipped in. Cindy soaped her front and pulled Theresa against her. Saying to her: "I know you feel uncomfortable about it, but if we stop cold after what we did all week, John's sure to know something's wrong." "God... all the things we did all week!" Theresa gasped. "I know. They were wonderful. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Even knowing what we do." Cindy said. She squirmed against Theresa, the soap slippery between them. Their breasts sliding across one another. Theresa balked a bit. "Come on... lover. How many times have we done this while he was right outside brushing his teeth?" Cindy coaxed. Theresa thought about it a bit and then reluctantly soaped Cindy's ass cheeks. "That's my girl." Cindy said, enjoying the sensation. After a time Theresa forgot about the cameras and got into it. Her orgasm, supplying a much needed stress relief, was strong and deep. Cindy's too. Before turning off the water Cindy whispered some plans in Theresa's ears. At first she shook her head, but Cindy persisted and she finally nodded. They exited and dried each other -blow drying their hair- then kissed softly and moved off to dress. They picked warmer clothing. They made breakfast and chatted about their studies while they ate. Then Cindy packed a cooler with sandwiches and two thermos bottles, one with coffee, one with hot chocolate. Theresa came up behind her and kissed her on the neck and caressed her buns Cindy giggled and turned into a deep kiss. Then pushed her away. They carried the cooler up to the entry. Then suited up in their snowmobile suits, boots, gloves and helmets. Taking a cellular phone with them, which Cindy forwarded the silo's calls to, they carried the cooler up through the hatch. They got out two of the snowmobiles and loaded the cooler on one of them. Checking the gas tanks and getting them both started, they opened the gate and headed down the road. Over the radio intercom Cindy said: "I think we can talk now." "Where the hell are we going? It's too damn cold out here for a picnic in the snow." Theresa said. "Not inside the heated shed at the end of the road." Cindy giggled. Theresa got it then. "Perfect! God I love you." "Kind of what I had in mind." Cindy chuckled. They put on some speed down the virgin snow. The going was easy, the road fairly well defined as a dip in the snow. Other than a few deep drifts which they had fun jumping the ride was uneventful. They pulled up in front. Out of sight from the main road... or anything. Cindy worked the combination lock and opened the door. It was warmer inside, but not much. Just above freezing. Cindy found the light switch and then the thermostat and turned the heat way up. Theresa helped her in with the cooler, then they locked the door from the inside. The small shed heated quickly to toasty warm. Cindy stripped off her snowmobile suit and said: "Get comfortable. Pour me a cup of coffee while I look around for softer furnishings." Theresa poured her a cup and Cindy discovered some air mattresses and a blanket rolled up in the corner. "Trust our John." Cindy smirked. "I'm not so sure I do anymore." Theresa said softly. "Oh.. pooh... Listen Theresa, I don't know how much you dated other men before John. But this is a minor offense compared to most the male species." Cindy said, finding a pump. "I don't consider it so minor." Theresa said. "I know you don't. That's what we're doing here." Cindy said, pumping at the first mattress." "What? What *are* we doing here?" Theresa asked. "Well, darling. I know you didn't feel very comfortable making love in the silo, so when *we* get these pumped up, we can make love in complete privacy. Then we can have a nap, make love some more, have lunch, make love some more and have a good talk about it, in comfort and warmth. Okay?" Cindy replied. Theresa was quiet for a moment and then said: "I think that would be a good idea.... *all* of it. Only you forgot about making love *after* we talk." "No I didn't. I have to let you think of some things." Cindy teased, "Your turn to pump, where's my coffee?" The day went pretty much as Cindy had laid out. It was good therapy for Theresa and she loosened up considerably. They lay caressing each other as they caught their breath again. Theresa stretched her svelte body like a cat. "Mmmm.... that looks nice enough to eat." Cindy said in a hungry, soft tone. "You just did." Theresa giggled. "Please Miss.... Could I have some more..." Cindy said, in a small, cartoon-like voice. (Both had read Dickens as part of their studies.) Theresa rolled and lay atop her friend, her knees tucked up beside Cindy's ribs. She softly brushed a few locks of moist hair from Cindy's face. "In a bit... for now I just like being close to you." Theresa said. She descended and softly played her lips over her friends. Cindy's finger tips gently caressed her breasts. "Remember the first time we made love?" Cindy asked, softly stroking the outside of Theresa's thighs. "Yes.. I'll never forget it. It was the first time I ever *enjoyed* it.... or thought of it as making *love*." Theresa said. "God, I was so nervous. I didn't want to lose your friendship... but I wanted you so bad." Cindy said. "I know.... I felt pretty much the same way, but I did it because I thought I needed to, to keep your friendship." Theresa replied. "I would have been your friend anyway... But I'm glad we did it." Cindy said. "Me too." said Theresa, "And you have been a good friend.....So what brought that to mind?" "Oh.... Kind of a ragged connection, I guess." Cindy said, sort of distant. "What connection?" Theresa asked. "Well, like our first time together.... When John made love to me that night on my birthday..... It felt the same way to me. Like it was my first time." Cindy reflected. "And?" Theresa prompted. "And I don't ever want to lose that." Cindy answered. "So are you saying that you forgive John for spying on us?" Theresa flared. "Well.. No.... and Yes." Cindy said. "Which is it?" Theresa demanded. "It's not that simple to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm mad as hell about it and he's going to know it. But I've been trying to consider it from his point of view." Cindy said. "What point of view? What could possibly make it all right?" Theresa asked, exasperated. "Not all right. But maybe not quite so wrong as it appears to be. Theresa, think about John. Think about what he was like when you first met him." "Yeah, okay. I remember. He was a dear. He's still a dear most times. But he's also an asshole!" Theresa spat. "No, he's not. And he never has been that I can see. Think about it. He took you in, literally off the road. The easiest way for him to handle the situation, would have been to call the cops. He didn't! And he didn't do it because he thought he might get laid. "He took you in and cared for you. When you were well enough he gave you the option of helping you out, or letting you stay with him. You told me yourself that you had to rape him in his sleep to get him to have sex with you. "Now I remember *very* well how you looked back then. You *were* pretty! -now you're gorgeous-. You had a nice firm little body, and you were out-cold for a long time. He didn't take advantage of you. "I believe that. You would have known. At least I can tell when I've had sex with a man the night before, even if I don't remember it. I can feel his semen inside me. My vagina feels different. You would have known. "But he didn't... why not?" Cindy asked. "I don't know." Theresa said. "Because he's a *for real*, honest, good guy. Like we used to see in the movies. He really is." Cindy said. "Then why did he do what he did?" Theresa said. "I don't know for sure.... But I have a real strong feeling it didn't have anything to do with sex. That's why I asked you to think about what he was like..... "Theresa, John could get sex anytime he wanted, easily, without all the headaches that you and I have brought him. But he didn't *want* it." "Huh?" "He didn't want it. When you showed up, he had turned his back on the whole world, including -and maybe especially- the world of relationships. You said yourself, that even after that night when you mounted him in his sleep that he still didn't *really* make love to you. Not for a while at least. He didn't really want sex until *we* forced it upon him." Cindy stated. "No, he got to wanting it often enough before you arrived." Theresa said, half smiling in reflection. "Did he really want it, or was he just *used* to it by then?" Cindy asked. "I don't know what you mean." Theresa said. "I'm not so sure what I mean... It's just that... it seems to me like he wasn't really into it... until about three months after we *all* started to have it together. Somehow he changed. Somehow it was different. I think that difference was... that he fell in love with us. Before that, it was just sex. Ever since then it's been incredible sex." Cindy said. "Yeah, I remember.... I kind of got jealous over how close you two got. It didn't occur to me then how close all of us had gotten. Now I know..... That's what makes this hurt so bad." Theresa said, fighting back tears again. "But it's also about the time he started to tinker in the lab with the scanning machine." Cindy said. "What's that got to do with it?" Theresa asked. "I think he got scared. It's also about the time he started buying -and hiding- all that other equipment. He was falling in love and it scared him to death. Because whenever he fell in love before, it ended badly. He got hurt. You've heard what he has to say about his ex-wife. Whenever you can get him to talk about her at all." Cindy said. "I still don't see what that has to do with him spying on us." Theresa said. "Can't you see it? The mannequins, the video. He was preparing himself for us to leave him." Cindy cried. "I still don't get it." Theresa said. "He was.... building *substitutes* for us." Cindy said. "*Substitutes*..." Theresa said, as if testing the shape of the word. "Yes, substitutes. [and pretty darn good ones. We've both made it with them, and they *do* have their merits.] "Anyway, he expected us to leave.... and he was falling in love with us. He didn't know how to handle that. He didn't want it to be like it had been before. He didn't want to face the loneliness again. So he did his best to duplicate us. "Now, I admit. There is no substitute for the real thing. But between the mannequins and the video I don't doubt it would have kept him amused long enough to get over it if we had left." Cindy concluded. "But he started all this about the time you got here. I remember. That's when all those wires and equipment started to show up." Theresa said. "I think he was already starting to fall in love with you. I represented a threat to that.... and if he watched us the night I arrived, I can well see his point." Cindy chuckled. Theresa nodded, thinking about it. "But... he started making google eyes at you almost from the start." Theresa said. "Maybe he thought he had to... to keep you." Cindy said. "I don't follow." "Maybe... if he watched you and I making love that first night, that he thought that the only way to keep you was to show acceptance of me. And the best way to show acceptance of me, was... to make love to me. Really, for us to make love together." Cindy said. "I get it. But I'm not so sure. He was *really* attracted to you right from the start." Theresa said. "It's possible that he was. I am pretty gorgeous, you know." Cindy mocked, "but that's not the same thing. "What I *felt* from him, right from the start, was *resentment*. He resented me coming into his life and threatening his relationship with you. No matter how cute he thought I was. "Fact is I felt much the same about him. It felt to me like he threatened my relationship with you. Even though he made it possible for me to be here, it was at your request. You told me yourself that you had to talk him into it." she concluded. Again, Theresa nodded. She lay back beside her friend considering all that Cindy had said. Cindy poured a cup of hot chocolate. She offered it to Theresa, who shook her head. Cindy sipped at it. "It all makes sense, now that I think about it..... and it does make it seem 'not so bad.'" Theresa said finally. "Glad you agree. Because the way to test if that's true, is to let it pass." Cindy said. "Let it pass!?" Theresa said, "Why?" "Because, if it is true, then John will tell us about the video. Once he feels secure enough that I am *really* staying. Then he loses his reason for recording us. His ethics will haunt and nag at him. He'll get ornery and restless, and scared.... and finally he'll tell us. But that won't happen if we confront him about it right away. Like I say; we have to let it pass to find out." Cindy said. "I.... I don't know." Theresa said. "Theresa, have you ever sat on the toilette when John was in the room?" Cindy asked. "Yeah, so?" Theresa said, squirming a bit. "Because, if you have -and I know you have, cause I was there too, more than once- then he's seen your most intimate secrets. He's tasted your womanhood -and mine-. He's watched you taste mine. He's licked your backside and watched me do it too. We've both had anal sex with him. He's probed our insides down to the millimeter. He's scanned every square inch of our exteriors. He can zoom up our pussies or assholes on the computer anytime he cares to. Now the fact is that those video's don't mean a damn thing in relation to that. The part that bugs us both, was that he didn't tell us about it. Now all I want to do is give him that chance. The reason I want to give him that chance... is because I intend to be with him for the rest of his life. If the reason he did it wasn't what I think it is, then I want to know about it now. I don't want to live with him if he's really not the man I think he is." Cindy said. "I guess that makes sense... Wish the hell that there was a toilette here. Don't know if I can make it back to the silo." Theresa said, squirming. "There's a bucket in the corner. Just whiz in it. We can toss it out the door." Cindy said. Theresa looked uncomfortable about it, but headed for the corner. "Want to watch?" Theresa called over her shoulder. "Might be amusing, but no, you go ahead." Cindy replied. Theresa squatted over the bucket and relieved herself. "Damn, no paper." She said. "Here, just a sec. Got some napkins." Cindy said, jumping up. She handed one to Theresa who wiped herself. Then looked around and finally set it next to the bucket. Cindy brought her own and moved over the bucket when Theresa moved off it. "Just a sec." Cindy said when Theresa started to walk away. Just as she turned back, Cindy let loose her own stream into the bucket, splashing loudly as it mixed with Theresa's urine. Theresa watched a second before she turned her head. Cindy continued and then wiped herself. "What?" Theresa asked. "Just this." Cindy said, standing and moving to Theresa's side, "We're all comfortable with each other up to the point where we can watch each other on the toilette, and it doesn't bother any of us. We would know if it did, like when you turned your head just now. You felt a little bit uncomfortable about watching me pee. Yet a moment ago you felt no discomfort when I walked up and handed you a napkin to wipe with. Nor when I watched you wipe. You were more preoccupied with what to do with the napkin. Now the fact is that we've both had our tongues on those very same spots and examined them *very* closely at point blank range. In fact I hope to have mine *back* on that spot very soon. My point is... given that. Do the video camera's make all that much difference for a little while longer?" Cindy asked. She headed back to the mattress and sat down sipping her hot chocolate. Theresa thought about it She looked over at her friend, nude, sitting there before her. She herself was nude and felt no discomfort. Fact was that half the time they ran around John either half or completely nude. In the summertime he could hardly keep any clothes on them. And he *did* try. "Look at it this way; We told John he was welcome to watch us anytime he wanted. He's just taken us up on our offer." Cindy chuckled. "Okay..... I'll go along for now. But he'd better have a battle with his conscience pretty soon, or he might just have one with me." Theresa said. "And me." Cindy replied. Theresa sat down next to her friend, snuggling to her. "It's funny... All those things you said. They're all true. I mean about the bathroom stuff. We don't even think about it. But if we talk about it, we get uncomfortable. Why's that?" Theresa asked. "Oh.. I don't really know. Human nature I guess. I found myself blushing a bit while I was talking about it. I guess we find it uncomfortable, because it's... unpleasant. The things that come out of us. Shit stinks. Sometimes urine too. Both are waste from our bodies. Sometimes we make obnoxious noises. I think one of the biggest reasons we don't really want anybody around when we do it, is because we don't want to subject *them* to it. We don't want them to smell something unpleasant or hear a rude noise. We feel more comfortable when only we have to experience them. "I know for a fact that it's learned behavior. We don't think a thing about it, in fact we think it's funny if a baby without a diaper suddenly lets loose a stream." Cindy said. "I guess.... But, why should it bother *us*, I mean, you and I? When you talked about putting your tongue where I just peed, I found it *distasteful*. Yet... I know I've done the very same thing to you just minutes after you went, knowing that you just went, and it didn't bother me a bit. I sort of know that it wouldn't bother you either." Theresa said. "Nope. Just flip upside down and I'll show you." Cindy said, only half joking. Theresa blushed but said: "In a bit... ...It's true with John too. I've watched John urinate hundreds of times. I know I've sucked him just minutes afterwards many, many times. Even if I can taste a slight taste of urine, it never bothered me. Nor on you, either. Guess it's just.... I don't know..." "I don't either, love. But I try not to let it bother me. I guess that's what I was asking of you. That you try not to let it bother you." Cindy said. "Okay.... I'll try." Theresa said. Cindy took a big sip of hot chocolate. Then got a mischievous look in her eye. She set down the cup and then suddenly dove down between Theresa's legs and gave her a long, *hot* swipe with her tongue. Theresa yelped, then giggled, then moaned in delight. She pulled Cindy's hips around. Sometime later they lay caressing each other. For some reason -besides the hot chocolate- their session had been an extremely hot one. They slowly cooled off, wishing for a shower. Both were damp with perspiration. It was late afternoon. "We'd better start back.... after we cool off a bit." Cindy said. "Mmmm" Theresa stretched. She kissed her friend softly on the lips. Cupping a breast in her hand. Then lay her head back down next to Cindy's. Softly nibbling at an earlobe. Cindy giggled. "I said, cool down. We don't want to be sweaty underneath our clothes. We'd freeze!" "Mmmm Okay.... But soon, after we get home again?" Theresa asked. "You betcha. Right after we shower." Cindy said. She smiled to herself over her small victory. Now to deal with John.... John went about sightseeing in San Francisco. He was bored. He passed through China town, shopping for the girls. He hit several jewelry stores to boot. He locked his purchases in the trunk of his rental car and then headed for the wharf. He wandered around gawking mostly at the other tourists. It wasn't much fun by himself. He watched several couples of gay women walking around hand in hand, some quite young. But somehow different from his lovelies. These women were...... well, *mad at the world* or something. They weren't *enjoying* each others company so much as *flaunting* it to the rest of the world. He stopped at a small courtyard off the main drag and got a cappuccino. Sitting at a small table facing the courtyard. There were some street performers juggling for a small crowd. They were pretty good. He missed his lovelies. He took out his cell phone and called the silo. To his surprise, after letting it ring a bit, he was met with a *cell phone out of service* message. He puzzled over it... The girls must have forwarded the silo calls to the cell phone, and it was in service shadow...... the only place along the road that would present a dead spot, was the dirt berms just off the main road... which meant that they were at the utility shed there. Hmm.... must have gone snowmobiling and gotten cold. Probably stopped there to warm up. He finished his cappuccino and made his way back to the wharf, selecting a bunch of fresh dunginess crab. He made his way back to the rental car, then to a store where he bought a large cooler and lots of dry ice. He packed the crab in the ice and then stopped at a fish market where he added other fresh seafood to the cooler. Topping it of with shaved dry ice. He headed back to the hotel. The chef at the hotel graciously agreed to put the cooler in his walk in freezer till he checked out the next morning. He'd pick up the sourdough on the way to -or at- the airport. He kicked off his shoes and fired up his laptop. Logging onto the Internet. He surfed the net for a few hours and then tried the silo again. Again same message.......... He dialed another line at the silo and a computer modem answered. As a security measure he'd set up a computer to take sampled views of each room on command and then send compressed files of the pics. The pics took a long time to download. Finally he checked on the status of the video recorders. Plenty of tape left till tomorrow. He logged off and then called up each pic to look at it. The girls were nowhere in sight. The silo was clean.... and empty. They really were out. A last view showed two snowmobile tracks heading off through the gate. Maybe the cellular battery was dead, or off. Or..... they were spending lots of time at the storage shed. Or.... they had taken the second land cruiser and headed out..... away from the cellular service area.... No... that didn't make sense. If they were heading out, then why take the cellular? No... the battery was either dead, or the phone was off. He wasn't really worried yet. It was just early afternoon back home. He tried the silo again in an hour.... This time the message was that the cellular wasn't answering. He smiled. They must be heading back, but couldn't hear the phone ring over the noise of the snowmobiles. So *what* had they been doing at the shack for so long. "That's a silly question." he told himself. Chuckling. But why there? They could have been struck with lust while out snowmobiling. Or....did they go there on purpose? If so, why? For what purpose would they want to get away from the silo.... Why the shack.... A warm place outside... again, away from the silo.... What could they possibly want to get away from.... Unless..... *Oh, oh!* Now back at the hotel, John called the computer back. He couldn't view video tapes as each machine rewound the tape and spit it out when it was through. He'd had a hell of a time just making a working tape changer which would reliably pluck out the old tape and insert a fresh one. He had no controls to fast forward or rewind by computer though. Nor any video outputs running from the tape machines to the computer. He did, however, have the computer log of which channel was fed to which machine and at what time. He downloaded that log for the whole week, and his chart of which channel led to which camera location. Lastly he downloaded a drawing of the silo to give him a visual location for the cameras. Then he logged off. He took the chart and mapped the channels over the drawing. Then he called up the log. Starting at the beginning, when he had left. He could trace his exit, and the girls going back to the kitchen... then back to bed a short time later. Using the log he could position them in the silo to the minute. A record of their movements. Not too hard to follow, especially since most of the time they moved in pairs. "Didn't take you long to start looking for the instructions.... but it took you longer to find them than I thought it would." John muttered to himself as he read. He continued to talk to himself as he studied the log: "Good god, what horny little bitches you are when I'm not around.... When the cat's away... God you hardly stopped to eat for the first three days! Okay... enough technical voyeuring... what can I learn from this? Most of the time is spent in these rooms here.... These are hallways between them. What were you making in the lab? ... Probably your revenge on me, for Cindy's toy. Well, have to face the music on that one. Okay, we eliminate these channels. What have we got left? Not a whole lot till about Friday night.... Hm... top to bottom cleaning? That makes sense. Then back to making love. Okay, Saturday... nothing until afternoon. Finished the cleaning. Did laundry... mountains of it. Then back to play after a walk through..... Wait a minute.... Oh fuck! Saturday night... here I call. Then someone (Cindy?) does her walk through... passing by the maintenance room right when this tape kicks out and this one starts. Takes her a bit longer in the hallway. No door alarm though. Then back to the Com room after she completes the walk through.. Okay, in the Com room till..... What's this number? The workshop? Oh shit! That's where I keep the spare tape... Okay, back to the Com room for .... not very long. Then down to the bedroom, wardrobe..... back up to.... what? The entry? Both of them? Then outside .... disappear till here... then back down inside..... kitchen... Com room.... kitchen ...*fast*.... then one to the cleaning closet and one stays in kitchen. One comes back and they both stay in the kitchen for a long time. Then down to the hot tub... then to bed. Okay, what do we know? Somebody walks by the tape room, maybe hears something.... Thinks about it. But in the Com room somebody plugs in a tape and whoever walked by the tape room puts two and two together. Thinks about the tape I carted into the workshop and goes and checks on how much I've used... finds out it's a lot. *Too much*. Goes back to the Com room to tell the other about it... but instead talks her into going outside to talk... Where? The storage shed! That's why they go out of view of the entry camera. It's night and winter and *damn* cold. They suit up in the entry here and go out to have a talk. Now in the storage shed, because.... I built it... So they know the camera's in the silo were installed by the government, not me. They figure the shed is safe (if cold... but out of the wind.). Okay, they talk it over.......... for about an hour. A long time outside at night in winter. So something serious they were talking about. Like finding out that I've been taping them.... Probably Cindy who put it all together. Theresa's not dumb, but she's not as observant as Cindy. Okay... outside talking, rather inside the storage shed. Still cold, but out of the wind. To be talking that long they had to be deciding what to do.... Okay, back inside...strip off the suits... down to the kitchen ... for something warm...... a plan has formed...... Verify? ....How? ... look for camera's....... Why not just look? Clandestine search? .. Why? ... Why not just castrate me when I get home? ..... Cindy wants to verify...without letting me know... They stage something that needs cleaning up.... something big..... Takes a long time to clean up, but in the process they look for cameras. Here this one is covered as it kicks to this one... then this one... they're scrubbing the walls! They spot the camera lenses; which look like dots. ... maybe even the microphone holes..... Okay... down to the hot tub..... Why not right after outside? .... To cover the sound! .... The pumps! ... Okay, this has *got* to be Cindy's doing.... They compare notes in the hot tub under the cover of the pumps. Then go to bed.... Okay, next morning..... up... shower.... a long time in the bath... Talking in the shower under cover of the running water.... Okay... wardrobe...... kitchen..... Com room....entry..... gone. Down the road.. to the warm shack at the end. There they talk about it again, but in warm privacy.... not the only reason... to make love? Certainly... in private. They take a lunch and make a day of it. Those air mattresses and blankets I put in the corner in case the snowmobiles broke down closer to that end and we needed to spend the night there. Guess they could have taken the second cruiser.... Probably not. They came back... the phone came in range but didn't answer... If they'd hit the road they would have answered the phone for cover... Okay.... decided not to dump me...Or they would have called me right away to tell me what an asshole I am. Okay, not to dump me... why not? Cindy loves me... Theresa too, but not the same way.... Okay, Cindy talks Theresa into waiting... for what? For me to get home? They *know* what I'm doing.... They've found the cameras.... Somebody verified I'm using a lot of tape.... " John sat back in consideration.. The log and the phone had told him about as much as they could... a lot more than he had thought they could. Perhaps he was just having paranoid dreams.... No.... The information was there. It all fit. "Oh, Cindy's trying to figure me out! .... " he said to himself. "Okay, Cindy figures it out... tells Theresa... who asks why. (Don't really know myself... but I'd better have a damn good reason down pat by tomorrow morning. ) Both have told me I could watch anytime I wanted to... So I do? ... No... won't wash.... Why do you record them...... because you expect them to leave... for the memories..... as a substitute for their presence in my life... That's good... work on that..... But why not just chomp my head off the first instant?....Need more info... And the tapes won't provide much... Just verification of my speculation. If they know about the cameras...-probable-... then they won't give me any further information...They'll be on their guards. Probably Theresa is already. Don't think Cindy would much care except.... I didn't *ask* them! That's what they're so pissed off about. The tapes don't bother them at all. It's the fact I've been....*spying* on them. Oh shit! All that stuff I've told them about ethics. And now they catch me in this................................... That could be it! Ethics! They're going to wait for me to tell them about it. To give me a chance to explain... Cindy wants to see what kind of man I am... What kind of man am I? A pretty good one who fucked up royal this time.... " Well, one way to verify if that's what they're waiting for. John picked up the phone again and dialed the silo. It rang. "Hello." Cindy answered. "Hi Hon... how was your snowmobile ride?" John said. Dead silence on the other end for a moment. "Now just how the fuck did you know we went for a snowmobile ride?" Cindy asked... half angry, half bewildered. "I know you spent a long time in the storage shed by the road too." "How!" Cindy spat. "Simple logic, my dear. I called just after lunch. I got the voice mail from the cellular telling me it was off... but it probably wasn't. You're too smart for that. You went out and took the cellular with you, forwarding the silo phone to it. That meant that you would be out for a while, or you wouldn't have bothered. The only reason you would be out that long in the winter, was if you were playing in the snow. To wit; the snowmobiles. I know you checked the battery level and made sure it was on before you left. But it kicked to the voice mail. Only reason would be that it was in a shadow area of the coverage. Either that or you reached the end of the road and took the cruiser like a bat out of hell in the direction away from town. Now the only place around there that has any hills big enough to block the direct, line of sight frequency of the phone... is the utility shack at the end of the road. It sits inside those dirt berms which would block the cell phone coverage.... I called back an hour later, but it was still blocked. I called back again about an hour ago, but this time it gave me a message that it was on, but not answering. That meant that it was ringing in your pocket, but that you couldn't hear it over the snowmobile. If you had been in the cruiser, you would have just answered it, or turned it off. Simple logic." John said. "Like living with fucking Sherlock Holmes." Cindy muttered. "So how was your ride. Did you remember to turn the heat down when you left the shack?" John asked. "Yes... The ride was... nice." Cindy said. "You sound sort of distant, anything wrong?" John asked, crossing his fingers "Uh... no... I'm just ... my heads kind of ringing from the noise of the motors still.. that's a long ride." Cindy tried to cover. "YES!" John thought. "Did you take a lunch with you. If not you must be starving." John asked. "Yeah, we packed a lunch... didn't know how long we would be out." Cindy said. "So where's Theresa?" John asked. "I think she's sitting on the John." Cindy replied. "The mannequin or the toilette? " John asked. Despite herself, Cindy busted out laughing. "The toilette. You devious old fart!" Cindy said, chuckling. "Devious?" John thought, "Not perverted?" "Okay, love. I just wanted to check in. I'll be home about... Oh, I guess tomorrow afternoon about three or four. Depends on how things go at the airports. Just wanted to hear your voice and tell you that I loved you." John said. "I love you too, John." Cindy said, a little strained. "Okay, love. Kiss Theresa for me and give her my love... bye." John said. "I will. Bye." Cindy said. The line went dead. John hung up and thought about the conversation. Item #1: Cindy was on her guard when he called. Item #2: Cindy *was* pissed when he called. Item #3: Verified the girls had been to the shack all day. Planned to be there all day, as they packed a lunch. Item #4: Possible verification that they knew... thus the trip, thus the usage of the word *devious* instead of *perverted*. Item #5 Despite that knowledge, they didn't tell me they knew directly. Thus they are waiting for... what? Item #6 Cindy retains her sense of humor... so it must be her who want's to wait. Item #7 They were in the shack all day. Heat up. Probably made love.. probably listened to tunes on the cruiser stereo. Probably talking about what an asshole I am... or one was talking the other one into waiting for me to tell them. Item #8 Theresa would have made her way to the phone before the conversation was over, if she had wanted to. Thus she didn't want to. Thus she's more pissed than Cindy. Makes sense considering personalities. So.. conclusions: Theresa is real uncomfortable with the... *spying*. The cameras really. That's one reason why they went to the shack. She didn't want to make love under surveillance. Cindy is being more philosophical about it. She was probably unprepared for Theresa's reaction. She took Theresa out to the shack for a day away... where they could make love in privacy and talk in privacy. She planed to be out all day, thus she expected it to be a hard sell. She didn't mention it on the phone, so she was successful in her sales pitch. To wit... that they would wait and see.. thus they are both going to wait for me to tell them about the cameras..... because my conscience is bothering me about it. Which it is a little bit anyway. Has from almost the start. So either I come up with a real good story... A REAL GOOD STORY, or most certainly Theresa and maybe even Cindy will split. OUCH! John thought about it. He might have to find a real substitute for his two lovelies. Not an easy task. Damn near impossible. But the fact was... he really did love them. He had also discovered -to his discomfort- that he needed them too. He longed for a drink. He was hungry too. He solved both by heading out. Real pastrami from a deli off the financial district. A drink at a bar where all the reporters in town used to hang out. News stories dating back to the thirties lined the walls. John wasn't in a nostalgic mood. He headed for North Beach. He had someone he wanted to meet. He parked the car and walked around past the various wiggler bars. Tried one or two out, but the dancers didn't do much for him. Their tits were way oversized from bust enlargement, yet sagged from dancing topless. Stretch marks telling the tale. He didn't realize how spoiled he'd gotten having two, well built, very young women around. He left his watery drink and walked down the road. A pair of women walked hand in hand before him. Again, they seemed to be flaunting their relationship to the world more than to be enjoying each others company. Still, it made him remember his lovelies. They turned into a bar called "*The Pussy Chat*". Curious they should pick this place. Clever name... thought John. He followed them in. It was dark... Couples of women sitting about. No other men. As he walked to the bar he could feel the eyes upon him. They weren't welcome stares. He sat at the bar. A pretty blonde, dressed in an expensive women's business suit sat on one end, not too far from him. He gave her a smile and she half smiled back before forcing herself deadpan. John fought off his smirk. The bartender seemed to be ignoring him. When he didn't leave, she finally came up to him. She was a butch blonde. Stockily built. "Uh.. listen. We don't really welcome mixed relationships in here." "Just want a quiet drink among quiet people." John told her. "Well, that's it. You see.. You're not really *our* type." the bartender told him. She probably thought she was being nice. John looked at her a moment, holding his temper. "Oh? Well the two women who live with me back home might be a little surprised by that. But I guess you're right. *YOU* aren't my type." John said. He stood and walked out. He ambled down the street, fighting down his anger. "Hey mister!" a feminine voice said. He stopped and turned, expecting a pan handler. To his great surprise it was the well dressed blonde from the end of the bar. "I'd be glad to drink with you." She said. "Uh.. listen. I think you got the wrong impression. I wasn't looking for *that* kind of companionship." John said. (Sort of teasing.) The woman's nostrils flared a bit and she said: "I wasn't offering *that* kind of companionship!" "In that case, I gladly accept...... Uh... Please accept my humble apology for making an ass of myself just now." John said. "Accepted... There's a quiet *friendlier* place just around the corner." she said "Please, lead on." John said, falling in step by her side. It really was quieter... for North Beach. There was a wiggler on stage, but she was younger and firmer and a whole lot cuter then the other places John had been in. The blonde spotted a booth in the back and led him to it. He stalled while she sat down. Then slid into the booth. Not too close. "Sheila" She said, offering her hand. "John" he said, extending his. He expected what he termed a business woman's shake, warm, but brisk. Or a dead fish, adore me, shake. He got neither. It was stronger than a business woman's shake... and warmer. Extended. John was surprised and returned it just shy of measure for measure. Fearing to hurt her hand. She seemed to approve. "That's better" she said, "Sorry about Angie... the bartender back there. She gets a little possessive at times. She thinks of us as *her* girls. Fact is that most of us would never have anything to do with her." "I really just wanted a drink. I didn't mean to step on anybody's toes." John replied. "She probably thought you were vice." Sheila said. "And you don't?" John asked. "Of course not..... Well dressed. Handsome.... Well mannered, even when insulted. Damn sure not vice." Sheila said. A cute, over built topless barmaid came by. John ordered Glennlivit on the rocks. Sheila the same. "So what do you think I am?" John asked, lightly. "I don't have a clue.. that's what I'm doing here." she said, "If I were to guess, I'd say you were in town on business. Probably flying out tomorrow. You're too relaxed to have just come in. You don't look jet lagged. That means you've been here a few days. Maybe all week. You came into town on business of some sort. Now it's wound up and your out on the town for the last night. You were attracted to North Beach by reputation, but the actuality of it left you cold. You've got something on your mind... probably concerning personal relationships back home. You're well tanned, probably from the western states somewhere. But it's not a phony salon tan. That means you have time to lay out and the means to do it. It's winter, even in New Mexico or Arizona. So you have a solarium of some sort. You're well to do and comfortable about it. You're not after a fling. How did I do." "Perfect score... pretty much." John said, impressed. "And I?" Sheila baited. "Oh.. If I had to guess... You're a local. You live somewhere in the city here. You know the area well. You're a business professional, probably somewhere in the financial district. Perhaps a broker of some sort or upper management in a local bank. Probably not a national chain. You're comfortable with yourself and your abilities. You are comfortable financially. You know several people back in that bar, but are probably not involved with any of them at the present time. You're comfortable with your lifestyle and profession. You are likely very competent at what you do. You weren't born here, but have lived here for several years. And you weren't waiting for anyone in particular when I walked in." "Not bad." Sheila said, smiling. "I am a broker, at a large local company. How do you know so much about brokers." "I dabble a bit in the market." John replied. The barmaid brought their drinks, John dropped a twenty on the tray and waved her off as she started with change. "How much?" "Oh... I've got about a quarter million spread around in it. With about a 60% return last year." John said. She nodded: "Again, not bad. What sectors?" "Oh... I prefer things I know. Technologies mostly. I look for new trends and then research everybody in the field and pick the strongest players." "Not a bad strategy. I wish I could teach it to half my clients.... amazing how little homework people want to do to protect their money. They expect to give it to you and that you'll just make it grow exponentially.... You're diversified?" "Of course." John nodded, "One third in slow growth bonds, a third in slow growth players and a third in climbers.... roughly. I have my own routines that I've worked up to simulate my intuition." "And they work?" Sheila asked, "I wouldn't mind seeing them." "Oh... they work as well as anything else out there. They are usually pretty close to what I *thought* was going to happen. Of course they don't always follow what *does* happen. I think that the shrinks should be following the market if they want to truly understand schizophrenia." Sheila busted out laughing. She had a lovely dulcet tone to her voice. John couldn't help but smile at her. He sipped at his scotch. The pleasant amber liquid and company putting him in good spirits. "So how did you get your start? Hit big in the market?" Sheila asked, sipping her own scotch. "No... I only started playing at that, oh about a year and a half ago." John said. "A year and a half!? Hell I've got clients who've been deep in it for twenty years who don't understand it as well as you! I'm not sure I do and I've been in it for ... lets see.... twelve years." Sheila said, somewhat shocked. "Very commendable for someone as young as you. I doubt most people could handle it that long." John said. "*Burn out* is just a fact of life in the field." Sheila sighed. "You don't seen too prone to it. You seem quite relaxed." John replied. "Oh.. I have my days... What made you peg me for a broker or banker anyway?" She asked. "The suit. It's not cheap. Elegant, yet conservative. Comfortable, practical. Nails manicured. Hair, styled. Conservative. Lifestyle... not conservative." "That's what tipped you to it not being a national chain?" "Yup. Stodgy old farts every one of them." John said. Sheila chuckled. "Okay... so how *did* you get started?. Inheritance?" She asked. "Oh... of sorts.. I guess. I get an annual annuity of just under 300k." John said. "What the hell for?" She gasped. "You wouldn't believe me." John said, and rolled his eyes. "Try me." "Okay... I won the lottery." John chuckled. She stared at him a moment. "You're right... I'm dubious.... for real?" "Yup." "How big?" "Fourteen million, by myself. If I live to be 103." John said. "Not shared?" "Nope. Only one winning ticket. And I had it." John said. "You lucky son of a bitch." Sheila said. "Don't I know it. Never expected it in a million years." John said. "But you still played it. How much did you spend?" Sheila asked, intrigued. "A buck." "One dollar?" "Yup. Bought it as a quick pick at a gas station while I was on the road selling electronics." "You were a traveling salesman?" Sheila asked. "Oh... not really. I'm not, or wasn't much of a salesman. I was more a systems engineer. I would go into a company and look at their set up and design a test system to match their product. Then the real sales force would descend on them with my custom design and reap the profits. I got a pittance." John said. "But that's where you picked up your understanding of technologies?" Sheila asked. She flagged the barmaid with two fingers -or made a peace sign to somebody-. "Yeah... well, no. I worked for several defense contractors during the Reaganomics era. When Détente hit I was let out to pasture. Older, Non-degreed engineer. Middle management. Up against the glass ceiling. And I took my job seriously. Obvious target." John said. "No degree?" Sheila said. "Too busy working. Not even a high school diploma if anybody'd cared to ask." John said. "That surprises me. You seem well cultured." Sheila said. "Thank you. But Academics don't have a monopoly on that." John said. "No... it just seems a little bit more prevalent. Not much. Actually I see very little of it. And usually from people not worth much, else wise." Sheila said. The barmaid brought the drinks. John reached for his wallet, but Sheila stopped him. "My turn." She laid out a twenty and again shooed the barmaid away... but watching her breasts from the corner of her eyes. "Comely lass, isn't she." John mused. Sheila looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then seemed to relax again seeing he was sincere. "Not bad. Shit for brains though." Sheila said, " So.... what you said back at the *Pussy Chat*. Did you mean it? You live with two women?" "Yes. Actually, I do." "Good relationship?" "Yes, very good... It was anyway. I may have screwed things up. I don't know. I'll see when I get home." "But you feel comfortable living with two women... and they ... see each other?" "Yes, very comfortable. They see quite a lot of each other, actually." John mused. "And you don't feel threatened by their seeing each other?" Sheila asked. "No, why should I?" John asked. "You shouldn't... but most men would." Sheila said. "I'm not most men." John replied. "That, you are not, John. You are a genuine enigma." Sheila said. "Enigma?" John said. "Yes.. you know, mystery." Sheila said. "Yes... I know what the word means. I don't understand why I should be perceived as one however." John replied. "You just are... Uh... may I ask... What are your sleeping arrangement, back home I mean." "Sure, I don't mind. We have a California king waterbed in the master bedroom. We all sleep there. There's also a guest room with a large Queen. Mostly in case one of us wants a break from the others. Most likely me, as they are much younger than I am, and seem to have boundless sexual energy. I don't. I suspect I do better than most men my age, but I have a theory it's because they keep me that way. Actually, come to think of it, the guest room hasn't really been used much except when one of the girls had a bout of religion. She stayed there a few nights while she sorted things out." John said. "You seem very open about the relationship. Most men don't seem comfortable talking about things like that.... You said they were younger. How much?" Sheila asked. "Too young. They could be my daughters." John said. "And they want to live with you?... I guess they do, if they do... But most kids nowadays aren't much interested in anybody outside their age group." Sheila said. "Well, it was their choice.... I guess that's not a fair statement. In all honesty they were forced by conditions in their lives to seek elsewhere to live. I gave them the option of staying with me." John said. "As companions?" Sheila asked, suspiciously. "No... actually not. I wasn't looking for any companionship. One offered herself as a companion and at first I turned it down. Instead, I offered her a job, as my cook. For twenty-five thousand dollars a year plus room and board. What I had in mind was just to give her a place to get herself together. I gave her work, so that she would feel needed. I compensated her for it. The relationship was her idea. Actually she raped me in my sleep to start it. I just quit trying to fight her off. Eventually it developed into a real relationship." "But you said two. That explains one." "The second one was her friend. Also living in a bad situation. The first wanted to bring her out. At first I resisted. I only agreed because I could see it would have been the end of my relationship with the first one to refuse it. She offered to pay her out of her salary, but I supplement it." "So her friend came to stay with you... what happened then?" "Well, it didn't take too long for me to realize that there was more between them than just friendship. At first I was angry, but not about that, but because she hadn't told me about that, and it could have greatly affected our relationship. In the meantime, her friend and I got to know each other better. We found we both had a real attraction for each other." "Did you pursue that, behind the others back?" Sheila asked. "No, on the contrary. We both fought it off. It wasn't until the first one got all confused about loving two people that it all came together. So to speak." John said. "How did that happen?" Sheila asked. "Well.... Okay... Theresa, that's the first one. Cindy's the second. Anyway, Theresa was all confused. She was afraid that Cindy and I were going to get together and leave her out. In the meantime Theresa was making love to both of us. Cindy was staying in the guest room then. Now Theresa knew that I knew about her and Cindy. I'd told her so." "How did you know?" "Forgive my frankness, but by her breath. She'd come give me a kiss after having a little tryst with Cindy. The aroma was unmistakable." John said. "I understand. No, please speak frankly. You're not likely to offend me. And I'm sorry for interrupting. Please continue." Sheila said. "Anyway... Theresa was doing us both. And worried to death that Cindy and I would get together. We didn't, but we sure looked at each other a lot. Theresa talked to each of us about it. We both admitted the attraction, but we both told her that we weren't doing anything about it because of her not wanting us to. I guess Theresa didn't understand then that there can be more than one special person in your life...at the same time. She does now. .... I guess it became too much for Theresa to deal with. Because she ... well she swam over to me in the pool with Cindy there and started to make love to me. She wanted Cindy to watch. She did. Then Theresa basically said I had to choose. I said, oh, no. You are the one who has to make up her mind. You want each of us all to yourself. And don't want either of us to want the other one. That's not so. We do. But we haven't done anything about it because we both care about you. So you decide what you want, and we'll live with it." John said. "And how did she react to that?" Sheila said. "Badly for a while. It wasn't easy on me. Most the time both of them ran around half dressed. It took about two more weeks. I guess we'd both assured Theresa that we cared enough about her that we weren't going to exclude her." "So how did it happen? Do you want another drink?" Sheila asked. "Better not. I've got to drive a rental car back to the hotel." John said. "Would you mind if I came up for a while?" Sheila asked. "No, of course not." John said. "I'm not trying to be forward, I just find the whole conversation intriguing." Sheila said. "I'm enjoying it myself. It gives me a chance to sort things out. Do you want to meet me there or ride along?" John asked. "Ride along. I usually just grab a cab home." Sheila said. They stood and headed out the door. Sheila took his arm as they walked back to his car. John had to admit, it felt good. He drove back to the hotel, and parked. The ride was strangely silent. She took his arm again as they went up to his room. Once inside John motioned to a small sofa. Sheila sat down while John mixed them a drink.... rather poured scotch over some ice. He handed hers to her and she thanked him. "So how did it happen?" she prodded after taking a sip. John sat across from her. Sipping his scotch. "Well ... where was I... Oh yeah. After about two weeks, let's see. It was Christmas. I surprised them with a trip to town for a special private lunch. We hadn't been to town for a long time. But everything else was all closed up. I had to arrange for the lunch. I paid this poor guy handsomely to cook for us on Christmas day. He did a fine job of it too. Then packed up some prime rib and lobster which we took home with us for dinner. We had a couple of bottles of wine with dinner and then all got into the hot tub. Theresa kind of moved to me and then motioned for Cindy to come over too. Theresa kissed me first, then Cindy, then sort of pushed Cindy and I together. After that she sort of moved all over the place helping Cindy and I make love to each other." "So what happened after that?" Sheila asked, huskily. "Well... Theresa had a complete change of attitude. Suddenly she *wanted* Cindy and I to be together. She wanted *all* of us to be together. We moved Cindy down from the guest room into the newly completed master bedroom and we've just all been there ever since... Except when Theresa had her little bout with religion." "It didn't last... I mean the religion?" Sheila asked. "No...not really. I think everybody goes through a time in their lives when they start looking for the meaning of it all. Many succumb to the lure of organized religion. It has a neat little package of rules to live your life by. I just never cared much for it." "So what did you do?" "Not much... she did it mostly herself. I only pointed out the difference between ethics and morals. And asked her how she felt about her relationship with Cindy and I, whether she was ashamed of it. She answered no. I pointed out that most organized religions wouldn't take kindly to her relationship with me, being unmarried.. and mostly with Cindy. She seemed to come out of it. Never has mentioned it again." "Lucky you." "Don't I know it.... You know. It seems each time we went through something like that... we came out of it with a stronger relationship..." "I know what you mean.... God, I wish I could find a guy like you." Sheila said suddenly. "Why's that?" John asked. "Oh... you're just so...I don't know. Open and understanding. Accepting...I guess is what I mean. Like the fact that you met me in a lesbian bar and never made any big deal over it. You accepted me for what I am." "Appeared to be.... I don't know you well enough to make any judgments. It's your life. Not mine. I don't live my life to suit you, why should you live yours to suit me?" "That's just what I am talking about. That exact attitude is so rare in this world. And I think it would be so much nicer a place if more people had it. "As far as what I appeared to be... I am. You were right on the money in your assessment of me. I am comfortable with my lifestyle. I am bisexual. Most of the time I have a strong bias towards women though. Usually they seem to understand better.... but not always." "Well, Sheila. It's not that I don't find you attractive.... I find you *damn* attractive. But I have enough complications....no that's not right.... I have enough *love* in my life right now that I owe my loyalty to. It would not be ethical of me to disrespect that, or you, by engaging in a relationship with you that I couldn't pursue honestly right now." "Fuck, and ethical too..... " Sheila said, admiration in her eyes. "Well, John.... I'll ask this once.... Because I wouldn't be honest with myself, or you if I didn't. May I spend the night with you anyway. I just want to snuggle. I promise to be good." Sheila asked, sheepishly. "I think I'd like that very much. Yes, I'd be honored to have you sleep with me." John said. "Just how far can you ethically go?" she asked. "Oh... hugs and kisses. Skin to skin would be nice. But I think my ethics preclude me from having intercourse." "That's acceptable to me." Sheila said, unbuttoning her suit coat. "I think you'll find a new toothbrush in the bathroom. I brought my own." John offered. "Thanks....Can I have one of those hugs you talked about now?" She asked, moving toward him. "You certainly may." John said, opening his arms to her. She moved into them and hugged him fiercely. She tipped her head up and he kissed her softly. "Why don't you go first." she nodded towards the bathroom. He nodded and moved off. He used the toilet and then brushed his teeth. Looking at himself in the mirror. "God damn ethics!" he muttered to himself. He finished up and moved back into the room. Sheila was now clad only in blouse and panties. She moved into the bathroom. John disrobed and climbed into the bed, killing all lights but one lamp. She came out a few minutes later, hanging her blouse and knee high stockings over a chair. Clad now in matching baby blue bra and panties. She turned towards John as she released the bra. Her breasts were firm and high on her chest. Her nipples large and dark and hard. The ends really large. She smiled at his admiration. She caught her thumbs in her panties and lowered them to the floor, stepping out of them. She had just a tiny tuft of golden pubic hair. The rest of the area shaved clean. John wanted to taste it really badly. She smiled at his discomfort. He threw back the covers and she went through her own discomfort, groaning audibly at the sight of his manhood. "And well endowed too." she moaned as she crawled into his arms. John pulled her close to him, feeling the length of her body next to his. She was gorgeous. She smelled good. She felt good. She kissed good. "God damn ethics!" John said, again. She chuckled and pulled the covers up over them. John moved to set the alarm. "What time do you need to wake up?" he asked. "No problem for me. Anytime." Sheila said, snuggling to him. "Well, I have a two o-clock flight out of SFO. But I've got to take the car back and all that." "I can take the car back for you." Sheila offered. "How would you get back." John asked. "Take a cab. I do it all the time. I live here, remember." Sheila asked. "No... I just speculated. You sure it's okay?" he asked. Sheila got that exasperated look that Theresa gets. "Yes, I'm positive." John smiled at her. He set the alarm for ten, and turned out the lamp. She snuggled to him. John kissed her once more, really kissed her. She giggled at the end. "I think you should teach that fella down there about your ethics." "Damn thing never did listen to me." he said. "That's okay, he's found a comfortable spot. He's welcome to lay next to my pussy if he wants. She won't mind a bit." Sheila chuckled. "Thanks for being understanding." John said. "My pleasure Sir. Good night.." Sheila said. She kissed him softly and then nestled to his shoulder. "Sweet dreams." John said. "Count on it." she said. John did his best to go to sleep. Her regular breathing against him finally lulled him beyond thought. Several times during the night one or the other of them would wake briefly, become aware of the other one and snuggle to them. Chapter 36 Sheila awoke first the next morning. She reveled in the feeling of the strong, gentle man laying next to her. She peeked under the covers at his manhood. He must be dreaming, she thought. John had a full erection. She touched it briefly before withdrawing her hand. Chiding herself for taking advantage of his unconsciousness. But that is what Theresa had done to him to start their relationship... It was tempting. Perhaps a little too tempting. She kissed him softly on the chest by where her head was laying. Then gently slipped out of bed. It was just seven A.M. She located her purse and pulled out her cellular phone, taking it into the bathroom with her. She used the toilet and brushed her teeth. Then used her cellular to call her secretary at home. She should just be getting up. "Yah... " a sleepy female voice said. "Judy? This is Sheila. Listen when you get to work, re- schedule my appointments.. I think there's only two or three consults. Nothing serious. Something's come up and I won't be in today." "Caught a live one huh?" Judy muttered. "Babe. The livest one on the planet. I'd move to a desert island and eat coconuts and feed him peeled grapes even if he wasn't a multi-millionaire." "Where the hell did you meet him?" (Judy was now *fully* awake.) "Can you believe it? He walked into Pussy's last night and Angie threw him out. I caught up and said I knew a friendlier place *before* I knew what he was worth." Sheila whispered. "So I take it from your tone that he's close by." Judy said. "Still asleep. I'm in the bathroom on my cell." Sheila replied. "So how long do you think you'll be out?" Judy asked. "Probably just today, but if I get an open shot, I'm gone. You can reach my Cell, but don't call unless it's critical." Sheila said. "Good hunting. Hope you land him." Judy said. "I'm gonna do my *very* best." Sheila said. "Your *best*? My god, was he *that* good." Judy gasped. "I don't know. We didn't do that, just talked, slept and cuddled.." Sheila said. "You didn't do it? And you're still this hyped on him?" her secretary gasped. "Babe, you have no idea. When was the last time you met a sexy, healthy, rich, straight, charming, cultured, compassionate, single gentleman with an open mind in San Francisco?" Sheila asked. "Ye gods... I heard a rumor that one flew over once twenty years ago..... If he's all that, what are you doing talking to me. Get back in that bed! NOW!" Judy said, excitedly. "My thoughts exactly. Love ya babe." Sheila said. "Love you too. Bye" Judy said. Sheila's next call was to *Go-Go Gourmet*. She ordered a large deluxe breakfast for two to be delivered at exactly nine forty five. Knock quietly. Lots of French roast. She slipped quietly back into bed with John. She kissed him gently on the cheek and he stirred. His eyes electric blue when they opened to hers. He pulled her to him and they snuggled for a bit. He released her and then slipped away. "Back in a bit." he said, heading for the bathroom. Sheila got a pained expression on her face as she watched his backside retreat. "God... and a nice ass to boot!" She thought to herself. He returned a few minutes later, breath fresh. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. The kiss grew on it's own. "Good morning, sleep well?" He said. "Good morning to you. I slept like a baby. Never felt so comfortable in my life. How about you?" she replied, running her fingers over his chest. "The best all week. Guess I missed my little lovelies. Happily surprised you're still here though. Sorry about last night." John said. "For what? Why would I be gone?" Sheila asked. "Oh... for sort of leading you on. I really felt like talking. But I didn't mean to have to disappoint you." he said. "Disappoint me? How did you do that?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. "By not making love with you." John said. Sheila got *that* exasperated look again. "John, I don't think I've ever met a more selfless person in my whole life. I respect you more than you could ever know. for *not* making love to me. Especially since it was quite obvious that you wanted to." Sheila said. "Oh.. I'm most certainly *not* selfless. I'm just stuck with my ethics....such as they are." John said, looking distant. "You said that you thought maybe you messed up back home... Want to talk about it?" Sheila asked. "Oh.... I don't know. Hate to spoil this great image you have of me." John said. "You'd have to really do bad to do that. What did you do, rape some babies? Rob a bank? Murder your ex-wife?" Sheila teased. "Not too far off. Thought about murdering my ex. Almost got arrested because they thought I was robbing a bank and...... my two lovelies are barely out of the baby stage." John said. "How old?" Sheila asked. "Well, let's see. Cindy just turned seventeen a week ago. Theresa will turn that in a couple of months." John said. Sheila was silent for a moment. "Gonna turn me in?" John asked, "You may not have to. They may do it after last week." "No... I know you just well enough to know that they aren't babies. You had a reason for getting involved with them. So.... my dear, gentle-man. Why don't you start at the beginning. Tell me all about your life, their life and how you met Theresa." "I ran over her." John said. "Uh... rewind the tape a bit. Why not start with your winning the lottery. We've got lots of time. I'm here to listen." Sheila said. "Okay.... Well, I was driving down the road listening to crap on the radio...." John began. He talked for a long time. Sheila just listening. When he told about the bank she chuckled and then busted out laughing. When she recovered, he continued. He told her about what his life was like before and after. His fling with the girls from the local watering hole. The sports car. He told her all about the silo. She was intrigued. He told her of his plans for it. How much it cost him so far and how things were turning out. He explained his tracing things out and finding the camera's and surveillance system. Then about his mishap with Theresa. She questioned him whenever it seemed like he was leaving anything out. She sat back, wearing the shirt he had had on the night before. Her knees tucked up beside her ample breasts. This left John an open view of her privates. He gazed hypnotically as he talked. Whenever he looked up her eyes met him and she smiled. She became aware of his gaze and shifted her position to give him a *better* view. It didn't help relax him. He got a throbbing hard- on while he explained his actions when Cindy had arrived. She listened intently when John described about watching Cindy and Theresa in the pool on the first night. She squirmed a bit and John noticed she was actually getting wet. He continued. He told her almost everything he could think of. Concluding with his assumptions based upon the information from the camera log and the cell phone. She nodded a bit as he finished. "I'm kind of hungry... Want to get some breakfast... if you still want to be seen with me that is." John said. She got that look again and just then there was a quiet knock on the door. She glanced at the clock. John seemed puzzled. "Who the hell could that be." He said. She buttoned up the shirt and pulled on her panties. "Breakfast, my treat." she said, walking to the door. She opened it to a discrete looking young woman holding a large box. She thanked her and signed the slip, adding a large gratuity for her promptness. She carried it back and set the box on the table. Lifting the lid she extracted two large cups of coffee. "Sugar, creme?" she asked. "Black." he replied, amazed. She opened the sipping hole and handed it to him. He sipped at it and broke out in a smile. "So when did you order this?" he asked. "This morning, before you woke up." She replied. "What's in the box?" he asked, swinging his legs off the bed. "Eggs benedict. Toasted bagels with sun-dried tomato creme cheese, Strawberry's and creme and lots of coffee." she said. "I'm impressed." John said, "Still want to eat with me?" Again she got *that* look. "Darling. What are you talking about?" she asked. "The story of my life. Raping almost babies... spying on them." he reminded her. "Oh... Come eat." she said, turning her attention to laying out the table. He pulled on his slacks and moved to the table. "What first?" she asked. "Uh... the strawberry's, if they're unsweetened. Just a dab of creme." he said. "Pretty picky for a baby raper." she said, putting his exact request in front of him. John winced. "Oh... Stop that! I was joking." she said, giving him *that* look again. He poked at his strawberries a bit. Seeing he wasn't placated she said: "Okay... listen. I think you are generous, kind, magnanimous, cultured, a soft touch, brilliant but sometimes soft in the head, caring, moody, sexy and the most desirable man I have *ever* met. Now eat your strawberries cause the rest is getting cold. Then we'll talk about it. Okay?" He nodded. Smiling at her he dived into his breakfast. When they were properly stuffed on decadence, she took two more coffees and set them on the night stand. She unbuttoned the shirt and led him back to the bed. She leaned up against the headboard and pulled him back against her. Laying his head between her breasts. She handed him his coffee and sipped at her own. "Okay love. Lets talk about it. First off. I don't perceive you as a baby raper. Your actions were overly and overtly honorable. Both Cindy and Theresa were in bad situations. You gave them a better alternative, at your own expense. Had you made sex a condition of that alternative, then I would have thrown you happily to the legal wolves -I know many- but you did not. What they did with you, was of their own choosing. The law might argue that they weren't adult and therefore couldn't make their own decisions, but I don't buy that. They'd done a bunch of growing up before you ever met them. In over half the cultures of the world, those two would be expecting their second child by now. Still, your keeping your relationship a secret is a good idea. I know the Attorney General for your state. He wouldn't leave your toenails unchewed. The one from their state would swallow them. "Secondly. Your continued relationship with them. Fine by me. You even had your tubes snicked to prevent their becoming trapped into a situation where they were stuck with you, or in a worse condition out on their own. You've made certain that they had a future. That's a damn sight more than either of their parents did. "From what you've told me, Theresa will probably move on. Cindy probably won't, but she might. College time away from you could change her mind. Time will tell. "Third. Your voyeurism.... You screwed up. You should have told them. You had *better* tell them soon. If you were an asshole I know where you could market every single one of the tapes. I'd probably buy a copy myself. You're not an asshole so that's not an issue. Fact is that I'd be more than happy to be on them myself. With you and from the way you've described them, both your little lovelies. "The next question for yourself, is *what the hell are you going to do with a whole year's worth of tapes?* "Fourth. Your Silo. I'd dearly love to see it. From your descriptions, it sounds incredible. The perfect millionaire's retreat. Spacious, luxurious, high tech toys, comfortable, secluded and secure. Wish I could see a floor plan." she concluded. John turned and kissed a nipple before climbing off the bed and returning with his laptop. He settled back into his spot and called up the image file he'd downloaded the day before. He walked her through the whole place, describing the rooms from memory. Then, remembering he called in the pics he'd downloaded and showed each major room to her. "I could call up now and download current images including the girls, but right now it doesn't seem very ethical." he said. "If I was going to corrupt your ethics, that *wouldn't* be where I'd start!" Sheila said, kissing his forehead. "Come on, lets go shower. You've got a plane to catch." She said. Sheila led him to the bathroom and unfastened his trousers. She dropped them and sighed heavily at the sight of his manhood. She turned on the water and pushed her panties to the floor. Stepped in and dragged him with her. She soaped him up and then did her best to scrub his whole body with hers. He washed her hair for her. She did the same for him, reaching up to do it. Letting the suds run down between them, rubbing her breasts against his chest to take advantage of it. Finally they rinsed off. John was hard as a rock. As she dried him she said: "If you ever decide that thing has no home, please think of San Francisco as your first port of call." As they dressed, John asked her: "Sheila, how much do you know about fashion? Business fashion?" "Oh... a little. Mostly just what it does to my budget." she chuckled. "And that outfit, how much did it cost?" "Oh... about fifteen hundred, I guess." She said. "And how many like it do you have." he asked. "Oh... lets see... Eight. Each different. I also mix and match some between them." She said. "So roughly ten grand in business suits." he added up. "Easy. That's cheap compared to what some of them would have cost me. I have a....friend who makes them and gives me a break." Sheila said. "And how many formal dresses?" he asked. "Oh... god. I don't know. Lots." she said. "And their value?" he probed. "Jesus... I'd be afraid to guess. What are you getting at?" "Just bear with me... May I ask how much you make?" "Uh... sure. You told me about yourself... I made just over one hundred and thirty thousand last year. Before taxes." She replied, now studying him. He appeared to have some idea turning in his mind. "So, roughly about five hundred a day." John said. "I'm not as quick at math as you are, but I guess that's about right. Averaged. Some days I don't make squat. Others maybe up to five grand. That's a great day for me." she mused. "And how much do you charge your clients when you go out consulting on their businesses." John asked. "Oh.. don't get much call to do that. Not like I used to have to do before I moved into upper management. I guess usually between four and six hundred per day, plus expenses." she said. "And how much free time do you get in your present position." John probed. "Not a whole lot. Depends on the season and client load. Right now is kind of slow. Just after the first of the year is one of the busiest. Why?" Sheila asked, feeling hopeful. "Just a few more questions. Then I'll tell you.... How much do you know about the fashion industry itself?" he asked. "Quite a lot actually, Like I said. I have a friend... -a sometimes lover actually- who runs a large high fashion house. She's taken me on shows all over the world. I've been in the back rooms of the best." She bragged. "One more. How much do you actually know about business, I mean the logistics of running a major corporation." he asked. "Oh... I've been around a lot of it. Never had to deal with the actuality of doing it, obviously. Not many women CEO's, even here. But I've done a fair amount of dealing with financial officers and the logistics of balancing capital, production, customer sales and overhead. I know how to raise capital and how to protect investments. That sort of thing. John, what's all this about?" Sheila asked. "Well... in my little story about my life and the silo I left a bit out. Here, take a look at this." John pulled a large sheaf of papers out of his brief case and handed it to her. "Read." he said. She took it and sat back in a chair, rapt in study. She flipped to diagrams and back to descriptions as she read. John sipped the last of a cup of cool coffee. "Jesus, John. Has this been filed?" she asked, looking up at him. "Almost granted. On the home stretch." he replied. "My god.... You'll make billions." she said. "Not me." he replied. "Huh?" she said. "Not me. I won't make billions. The girls will. Also in there are incorporation papers for *Second Skin Inc*. Just waiting for the day Theresa turns eighteen. So just over a year. I'm licensing the whole thing to them." John said. "But why? Why not yourself?" She asked. "One, I've got more money than I know what to do with now. Even just the license percentage I figure will add a massive sum to that. Second. I have zero interest in the fashion world. I damn sure don't want to sign up to some high pressure job that will steal all my precious time. I want to enjoy my life. Not spend it stomping fires. And lastly; I want it to go to the girls. They were a large portion of my inspiration for it. They're the ones who saw the market potential of it, and really, they deserve it." he said. "Yes... I see. You got your satisfaction by building it and making it work. Now it's just operating it." Sheila said. "Precisely.... I also know that the girls don't know beans about actually running a company. And certainly not dealing with the massive growth potential of this. I need someone to ride herd on them. I want to hire you...as CEO." John said. Sheila looked up at him sharply. "Oh... John... Jesus. I mean... god you just met me... And this.... I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of .... ARE YOU SERIOUS?" "Very. When can you get some time off to meet the girls and see the machine in action?" "Oh.. Let's see... I've got two weeks vacation I can take most anytime, but I need to give them a little warning about it." "Okay... listen. I've got other motives in this as well. Ethically I must tell you some things." "Now what?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "One. The job is probably yours no matter where our relationship goes, or doesn't go. I need a competent person I can trust at the helm. It's going to get hot and heavy there. "Two. I have more than a business interest in you. I think you are probably the most desirable woman I have ever met. "Three. I am a devious, son of a bitch. You'll know just how devious in a little while." "God John, You really just met me last night. You know absolutely nothing about me. Now you're asking me to run a major corporation for you. "I could have made everything I told you up. You're beginning to make me think you're not what you say *you* are. Nobody in their right mind would even think about offering somebody they met in a bar the night before a CEO's job, at what could be the biggest thing ever to hit the fashion world. I think you're nuts." Sheila said, honestly. John reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder. He started reading: "Sheila Joanne Jacobs; born, Wichita Kansas. True age; 38. Educated Stanford University. Major, business, minor, business law. Masters degree in economics. With a years study could pass bar exams. GPA 3.85. Apprenticeship with Hall & Stafford associates. Business consultants. Moved up to regional area specialist. Left because there was no higher position in company for women. "Joined Foster Consulting Inc. as a special trouble shooter for ailing companies. Excellent track record. Saved well over one hundred companies from chapter 11. Left because your name wasn't on any one of the reports to the companies saved. "Joined Shuller & Childs brokerage, as Corporate financial liaison. Move up to general manager and Chief Operations Officer. You specialize in Corporate finance in relation to business law with emphasis on corporate growth. Dealing with crisis points inherent at strategic points in corporation growth. "You like single malt scotches. You have a yen for High class Olympic quality women. You live in a modest penthouse apartment with no cats or dogs and an unknown number of house plants. You have a parakeet named Bob. "You -at present- have no serious attachments. You alternate between an oriental woman named Mae and your secretary Judy for amusement. You've not found any satisfying long term relationships with men, but you were married once. And you are known to frequent the *Pussy Chat* in North Beach. In short; You are competent, qualified and experienced. If you'd been a man, with your experience and expertise, you'd be pulling down halfway into six figures annually. You're perfect for the job. And I think you're cute too. Now you may hit me." John concluded. Sheila had been sitting there with her mouth open. Her eyes a mixture of wonder and anger. Now she said: "You son of a bitch... the whole thing last night a set up! God... I'll rip your eyes out." She launched herself at him. He caught her hand coming up to slap him. Spinning a little to the side he pulled her against his body. She beat at him with her other hand as he pulled her into a kiss. Halfway through the kiss the hand she was beating him with moved around his neck and pulled him harder into the kiss. He let go her wrist and it moved around his waist. "Please don't make me love you...unless you mean it." she said. Tears rolling out of her eyes. "I've never been more serious about anything in my whole life." John replied, "But this, is not only about business. The job is probably yours. Starting at 150k and moving up to 200 as fast as you can get the cash flow there. BUT, here's the catch; you have to pass muster in front of the bosses. That's the hard part." "What do you mean?" She asked, sniffing back the tears. "If my two lovelies get one look at you when I'm anywhere within a hundred miles, they'll turn on you like a polar bear protecting her cubs. Business credentials won't mean shit to them. You'll be: *that woman*. But... if they think the whole thing is their idea..... Well, we all win. "I have to arrange for you to meet them, telling them that you've been recommended to me by my lawyers, which you were. But you have to win their confidence. I can't be there. You are coming in under the guise of a consultant. They have to recommend to me that we hire you for the job. " John said. "And I thought women were devious." Sheila said. "I warned you." John said. "So how much of what you told me last night was true?" she asked. "All of it. Down to the last detail." John said. "And what would you have done if I'd been insistent once we were in bed." Sheila asked. "Then you wouldn't have gotten the job. It would have demonstrated a lack of ethics. I couldn't have trusted you with the girls interests, or mine." John replied simply. "This has to be a first." Sheila chuckled, "Getting a dream position for *not* sleeping with the boss. I think I'm gonna like working for you, John." "No... You wouldn't be working for me. For the girls. And I can't promise that they have the same criteria for employment. Sometimes their insight into themselves is a little shallow. Limited of course by lack of experience.. Age. I'm *not* telling you to sleep with them either, to get the job. You wouldn't do that anyway. But if both of you feel like it, you have my blessing. They would sense if you felt like it and didn't do it just as fast as they would sense you doing it when you didn't feel like it. Theresa's more sensitive, more ruled by her emotions. Cindy's a dreamer. Long term, but more down to earth and logical about things. I wish I could tell you how to play it, but I can't. One, it would be unethical. Two, it just wouldn't work. I have my own problems to deal with them right now. "Cindy's waiting for me to have a bout of conscience and tell her all about my surveillance system. If I don't, they'll be gone out of my life in a shot. My problem is that I don't really feel that way. I'd feel very much that way if I was going to market the tapes or let another person view them. Fact is I've never looked at a single one myself other than a quick look at the first of them to identify which was which between two when I went to file them. Felt a bit guilty about even doing that. "However, I have watched them real time many times on a monitor. Sometimes I've been working on the computer and been all tied up in knots. I would turn on the monitor I had by my computer and watch them fooling around in the pool, or making gentle love on the chaise in the solarium. Suddenly all my tension would drain away. I would realize just how fantastic my life was and all would be right with the world. "Fact is I don't feel guilty about that. Both of them have told me multiple times that I am more than welcome to watch, or participate anytime I want. I just didn't tell them when I decided to take them up on it. " "It didn't start out that way." Sheila said, pointing out the flaw. "No it didn't At first. I was curious... and scared. Cindy represented a real threat to my relationship with Theresa. Especially after what I saw the first night. I don't know how I would have handled it if I had just walked in on them cold. The monitor gave me a chance to think about things before I had to deal with them directly. Fact is I think it let me cool off enough that it probably saved our relationship.. all of them." "So your dilemma, is that you don't feel guilty. And having a bout of conscience to placate them would essentially be a lie." Sheila said. "Yup, in a nutshell." John said. "You ought to tell them that. Just the way you told it to me. I think they'll understand." Sheila told him. "Maybe... All I know is that I can't lie to them, even for the right reasons." John said. "You're a very honorable person, John. I don't envy your position, but I'm afraid I'm going to love you very much." Sheila said. "Afraid?" John asked. "Very much so. I can empathize with Cindy. I know what she must be going through. You're what us women would call a *keeper*. You unknowingly elicit very strong emotions from those who come to know you. Even for just a short while. That scares women. They like to be in control. But they'll never control you. You're controlled already by your own very strict code of ethics. In some ways you're actually a slave to it. "The other thing that scares women, is the fear that they might not measure up to your standards. Now I know that you don't judge people by your standards. But you will *notice* when a difference exists between your standards and theirs. It's that difference that's the spooky part. It's what could come between you. As it may with you and the girls over this snooping thing. Fact is; You scare the shit out of me...." "Want me to back off? I intend to stay as distant from Second Skin as I can. We need not see each other." John said. "Don't you fucking dare!" Sheila said, "My being scared is my fucking problem and business. I wouldn't miss a second of being around you over it. Don't go cutting me slack because you think I'm scared. "If I'm who I think I am, and you're who I think you are. Then things will work out just fine between us. And it presents an opportunity for me to have something I've always dreamed of having. Otherwise it's an error in my judgment that I can learn from." Sheila said. John kissed her softly.... which grew into a much deeper one. Sheila trembling slightly. "Come on. You've got a plane to catch and I've got some scheduling to do." Sheila said, huskily. "Now I'm scared." John said. "What about?" "I'm beginning to trust a lawyer's judgment!" John said. They both burst out laughing. Driving to the airport, Sheila rode with her fingers resting lightly on John's collar. When he reached the curb, she got out with him. He checked in curbside and checked on flight status; Just about to board. John already had his boarding pass, so if he sailed through security it would be just perfect. Sheila pulled him to her and kissed him in a manner he wouldn't soon forget. The two of them oblivious to the crowds streaming past them. "Don't forget me." She told him. "Not bloody likely." John replied, somewhat shaky. "In all that file, you did get my number didn't you?" she smirked. "Yup, and you've got my cell number.... but let me call you when it's safe." John told her. "I knew it; don't call us, we'll call you." Sheila chuckled. "Count on it." John said, picking up his briefcase. "Make it soon. See ya sailor." she said. She snatched another brief kiss then responded to the honking behind them. Waving them off as she climbed in the rental car. She drove off as John headed for the security checkpoint. She walked the rental car through it's check in. Then caught a cab into town. On the ride back she was staring out the window.